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Jn rss»^3s*— THE WIFE’S LETTER SPRINGS. FROM THE BY KATE WAKELEE. Dear Willie—My husband, my darling, If love to tlie heart could give wings— I'd ily to you swift as an arrow Speeds home to the treasure it brings. ‘There Felice, a dash more of Carmine, ‘Tlie eye-brow a tritie more jet.' I wonder if time drags as slowly To you as it does to ‘vour pet. ’Black brussels net over white satin, And jewels of opal and pearl,’ I'd give the round world, if I had it, To hear you say ‘dear little girl.’ ‘A cluster of blood red Carnations, ‘To light the dead gold o! my hair,' My own health is slowly improving And baby’s as tat as a bear. ‘I.ay the locks in soft rings on the temple One long shining curl for my neck,' Please send me a trilling remittance I've spent the last dime of my check. ‘A note! And such exquisite roses! He begs me to wear for fits sake,' I)o write every mail, for your letters Are all the sweet comfort, I take. ‘He c’aitns my first waltz—how imprudent! But waltzing with him is divine,' Eaclt incident however trifling Is dear to this fond heart of mine. Now Felice, pray let your deft fingers The glamour of witchery prove— And make me the Queen of the ball room. ‘God bless you—Farewell! Vour true love. that in a fit of anger she threw up her engagement, which was just what he desired, and at once he offered her place to Floyd. The new leading ■Tumble in then, tumble in, my hearty. We’ll give you a trial. If your work is as bad as your looks though, we'll tnrn you into another Jonah lady became at once a favorite with the public. i sure.' New to the Stage, she played with a freshness j Cobb went to the purser's office and bought and enthusiasm wanting in hackneyed actors, an envelop in which he put the slip of paper he Then romance soon attached itself to her past \ held in his fist and directed it to Captain Law- history and present habits, adding to the inter- | rence of the Southern Queen. THE REPLY. Dear wife: Your sweet missive came duly To band, by the earliest mail Rejoicing yours ever truly: Do write every day without fail. ‘Oh Tom! glad to see you old fellow. Help yourself to cigars and a light.’ All day, I’m immersed in my business But oh 1 the long long weary night. ‘I'll write, and then go to the Biair girls Like blossoms all fresh with May dew,' I sit here and think till my brain whirls In longing for baby and you. ‘I'll ride with Miss Rosa to-morrow And take her at night to the play,' My heart like our rooms seem so vacant Our light and our life is away. ‘Then sail with Inez, the princess, I've christened my yacht with her name,’ I know it seems selfish to want you But love, not the will is to blame. ‘Take this ten. it is due for my club tax Here’s a live for the supper and wine,’ I am hard up to day, you must wait love Till some small collections of mine. ‘And Nora petite, little songbird Has sung herself into my heart—' A kiss for yourself and the baby In haste, lest the mail train should start. "Belle Eva, she sends me rich dainties Rose flavored from her linger tips,' ‘Good-bye—'tis a word makes me linger I wish I couid kiss your dear lips. est her beauty and talent had created. It was said she was followed and watched by a jealous lover,or a revengeful husband, and was constant ly in fear of her life. She kept her rooms close ly locked. She saw no company, went oat to no parties, visited no public places, took no pleasure drives or rows, though invitations to both poured upon her from her admirers. She drove to the theatre to rehearsals in the day in a close carriage, and on nights when she was to play, a policeman rode by her carriage, being assigned that dnty on her representing that she was threatened with violence from a certain party. On the stage, her companions had more than once seen her shudder and turn pale through her rpuge, when her eyes, having been drawn by some hateful fascination to the gallery, she saw there a dreaded face—eyes that watched her with a curious blending of the pas sions of love and hate. While the public admir ed her and recalled her each night with rounds of applause, while the other actors of the troupa envied her for her success and for the facility with which she had attained what they had long been striving for—a leading and well-paying place; while she was thus admired and envied, Floyd Reese lived a life of perpetual dread. Each night her heart stood still as the curtain rose upon her, lest some one in the audience should recognize the features of Mabel Waters, trace her and prove her identity with the Lonis- Captain Lawrence had delayed sailing for Honduras owing to repairs that had to be made in his vessel, which had been injured by being run into by another vessel, while she was in the harbor. ‘Aint you a coming to finish this job?’ asked Cobb's fellow workman, a burly Irishman. heard of this who had bean hoarding a wrong for years. Lanier had not returned to Mexico. He had hidden in the lake swamp until he was discovered and forced to fly, but he did not go far. He was still in the State, and when he heard of Witchell’s return to Cohatchie, and that he rode about unprotected by soldiers, he came back at once. He had brooded so long over his hatred to this man that he had become a monomaniac. He laid in wait several days for his prey. At last he saw Witchell ride up to the opposite bank of the river with Kane who had married sd elder sister of Witohell's long since dead. Through a screen of trees, he watched the two ‘No. I’ve got another. I've shipped on the i leave their horses fastened, and enter a boat Citrus. Comrade, where’s your boy ? He brought ! that had a negro oarsman. When they were in your breakfast awhile ago. He’s a sharp one aDd the middle of the stream, Lanier rode out from passed. The fair State of Louisiana, so long paralvzsd by a corrupt admir stration, has shak- en off her fetters; she is free to choose the best and wisest of her own people to rule over her; injustice and tyranny are no longer found with in her borders, and, as a consequence, there are n °j I ? 0re j aC * 3 ontlawr 7. 110 more appeals to red-handed Mob, which often sacrifices the innooent as well as punishes the guilty. (THE END. ) Why We HavMLot Weather. The Providence (R. I.) Journal condescends to tell us something of the recent intensely hot weather: he minds yon like a dog. I want you to give him this quarter and get him to do a bit of er rand lor me. Here he is now. Simps come here. Here’s a quarter for you if you’ll take this letter to Captain Lawrence at the Southern Queen. Do you know where it lies T ‘Sartain I do. and the Cap’n’s there a oversee- in’ the workmen. I seen him a while ago.’ ‘Well, take him this at once, so he’ll get it be fore the Citrus pushes off.’ The boy nodded, but he seemed in do hurry to go, and rung the quarter against his old jack knife to test the silver. The Citrus whistled a warning for all to come on bcft£u. ‘Go, I tell you,’ cried Cobb tujthe boy, ‘They’H follow us,’ Ii6 thought grimly, its he hurried on board. Ten minutes after, the steamship was on her way. She had run for two hours. The ‘city of one vast plain’was out of sight; the shores adorned with white villas and green orange groves had given place to flat marshes and cane- The sun was in apogee, and the earth in aphe lion, tms morning at twenty-four minutes after throe; that is, the earth reached the part of her orbit in which she is at the greatest distance w . , , . . ... ,i 'roai th3 sun. For, 3tr.ange as it may seem. Wounded but not mortally, he the earth is now three millions of milesfurth« W w.lh hn)h a-nia I from the sna t haQ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ q{ ^ | January. Taking the most approved estimation I oi the sun’s distance, and using round numbers j to express the same, the distance between the sun and earth is at presmt ninety-three millions , , ,, T rt - j ; m ^ es i while iu midwiater the two bodies own gun aimed a bullet at Lanier. It grazed ; are ninety millions of miles apart. The question his toreaead. He laughed^derisively, shook ; naturally arises as to the reason why we do not have the coolest weather when the sun is farthest the trees, deliberately took aim with his repeat er and fired. The ball struck Witchell in the side with such force as to knock him backward into the water, clang to the side of the boat with both arms. Lacier took closer aim and fired, shattering one of his arms. Still he clung on with the other, and the man who sat on his horse on the shore once more raised his gun, but Kane had now recovered from the first shock and seizing his ana refugee—the woman who had been aocesso- i brakes; the river was broadening, sea-like, to ry to her husband’s murder.and who was believ- j ed to have been drowned in flying from the Texas | avengers. She lived, too, in constant dread of Cobb. Each night when she played and his I steady stare drew her with the horrid fascina tion of the gaze of a savage beast, she saw that wards its mouth, when a little steam tug was seen up stream, puffing as it cut the waters like a teal. It bore down on the Citrus and signal ed her to stop. In a few moments, it was along side the vessel: three men came on board and showed the commander a warrant to arrest two WILD WORE A Study of Western Life. BY MARY E. BRYAN. who had committed a murder, and Mabel Wa ters who was accessory to it. Captain Lawrence was here to point out the accused who were well known to him. The Captain’s usually ruddy visage was pale with excitement. He would not have been so ready to have a warrant of arrest sworn out on the strength of ‘-kKi aaonvmons note had he not twice had a look at Cobb’s fea tures daring the past week, and in spite of his disguise, been impressed with his resemblance to Watson, the over-seer and murderer, as he bad been struck that night by the likeness of the beautiful actress to Floyd Eeese. This re semblance had haunted the mind of the worthy sailor and troubled him no little. He hailed the note ao a possible solution of the mystery, and was determined to pay all expenses in order to get at the facts in the case. Cobb was found and identified as Watson, the criminal and hand cuffed at once. ‘Now get the woman’ he said. ‘She is up stairs in the cabin, being quality,’ and he laughed maliciously. They started in search of her. She was on deck, enjoying the soft, pale sunset, and the passengers. Troubled and hunted down as she felt, full of forbodings that fevered her brain and throng ed her sleep with horrible dreams, she vet found men’s admiring looks a sweet elixir. She stood CHAPTER XLI. Three weeks afterward they were marrjed—a quiet wedding at Mrs. Melvins, with only a few friends to witness the ceremony, and no rela tives but Hugh and his wife and the children, whom Zoe in her letter to Hugh had especially enjoined him to bring. The marriage was a great surprise. Some of Zee's friends declared she was throwing herseliaway on an adventurer. Wild tales were told of Hirne’s past life, but his proud look, his open brow, contradicted any thing that would have called his honor in ques tion, while in his eyes a certain kindly, even ten der expression, shading into melancholy, told j of generous and affectionate impulses, upon which circumstances had fallen with the effect j to chill but not to destroy. Hugh, who thought Zoe good enough for a prince, demurred at first at this marriage with a stranger, but he was won over by the manliness of the min, no less j than by the numerous certificates of respecta bility, and even of high standing, which he brought forward. Hugh found that Hirne had friends in the city, among the best of the old proud familierf—friends that knew him, knew of all his eccentricities and their source, knew of the kindly nature that lay under the surface, poisoned by circumstances; loved him none the less for his devotion to a lost cause and compre hended the feelings that made him so bitter against a people from whom he had suffered such wrongs. These were rejoiced to see that a calming influ enoe had been at work upon him. The old fire of fierce passion had been smoth ered; fresb hopes and purposes had flowered up in a breast that wrong and revenge had well nigh made a desert. There was every pros pect that this broad and noble, yet disturbed and turbid nature would settle and grow clear, and flow calmly and benificently to the end. Hirne’s pecuniary circumstances as well as his character, came to light in the frank insight into his affairs which he gave to Zoe’s brother. She found that instead of marrying a man of small means, as she had supposed, she was ; his blood-shot eyes and bloated face seemed to ! persons on board his ship. One Cobb Watson | have grown more malignant. She had refused 1 ’ ’ ’ ’ J J ’ ’ ” T to see him or to allow him to speak to her, and ! several nights he had been repulsed by the po- | lice when he attempted to stop her on her way 1 to the carriage, which always waited for her ! close to the private entrance of the theatre. Once | he had resented this and received five days in ! the lock-up. I These things had worked in his revengeful blood, inflamed to fiercer madness by the hard I drinking he had taken to. She feared he would be wrought to the desperate point of giving him self up to justice that he might denounce her and secure her punishment. He was further maddened by finding he could get no more money from Alver, who, before he had left the city, had thrown him a bill as he would a bone to a dog, and told him to keep out of his sight forever. He fornd himself unable to carry out his de sign of getting Floyd in his possession. Pinched by necessity and forced to work on the levee to get money to buy liquor and a ticket for the gallery of the theatre, the man was like a snake pinned to the earth by the iron rod of circum stance, writhing and lashing himself impotently and ready to turn his fangs upon himself in his rage and despair. Floyd knew well what was passing in his mind, and her dread of him increased. She de termined to abandon her present situation, to throw away her hopes of fame and fortune and the enjoyment of the adulation that was sweet food to her vanity, take what money she had saved, and slip away somewhere any where so that it was out of sight of her watchful enemy.. He would not be looking for her to take imfr;: lile o.n«w Cua company Co wuic'u she belonged was soon to leave for Mobile. He expected her to go with it. She had been warn ed by a dirty scrawled note, inclosed in a bouqet thrown to her on the stage, that she would not be suffered to leave with the company. ‘There’s a slip 'tween the cup and the lip,’ ‘and you’ll find the slip my lady,’ he wrote: ‘Make your arrangements if you like, but you'll find me planted in your path. ‘I've stood it long enough and if you don’t come and go with me according to promise, we’ll both go together to Uncle Sam’s hotel, or to worse. That’s all.’ It was this note that had determined her to abandon her situation and make her escape se cretly. She would go to Cuba, or to some other of the West India islands, or she would stop at some lonesome out-of-the-way point on the Fior- da coast —anywhere to be out of the way of Cobb, with the terrible suggestion of the galiows or the prison's ceil, that the sight of his watchful eyes brought up to haunt and torture her. She reached the wharf five moments after Zoe and her husband had gone on board the Citrus. 1 As she descended from the carriage, two men, dirty and unshaven, were working near her on the levee. One looked up. “Dommed if that woman aint got a foine foot j and leg of her own,’ he said. The other looked, started, dropped his crow bar and stared at the veiled and mufi'sd lady a moment. Then as she passed them on her way down to the ship, he muttered to himself: It’s her. There's no other can walk like her. back his wild hair, covered Kane with his gun muzzle and fired, killing him instantly. Aa- ‘They’H j other shot in quick succession shattered Witch- oil’s other arm and losing his hold he dropped back in the Witter. ‘For God's Bake, don’t shoot any more. Both de men's dead,’ shouted the negro. Lanier laughed again. ‘Well, tuey’ll make better buzzard’s meat than State’s officers any day, he called back and he wheeled his horse aad rode deliberately way. He was not dead. As soon as Lanier turned *'roui the bank, the negro drew the swooning and mangled man from the blood- dyed waters, and laid him in the boat beside the corpse of Kane. He was taken back to his home and laid down in the same room in which Adeile had closed her dark eyes forever. Both arms had to be amputated, and for weeks ha hovered on the border-land of death, his sufferings be yond imagination, yet borne with the stoicism that characterized the man. That his life was spared was due to woman’s faithful nursing. Marshall Witchell could never lack the love and care of woman. Some strange magnetism about this cold, reserved man drew women to him. This one, who nursed him for love as never a menial would have done for gold, was young and fair and refined in looks and manners. She came to his bedside from a distance of many miles so soon as 9he knew that he was wounded. She sacrificed friends and reputation that she might keep life in his mutilated body, that she j away: This is easily explained, for the sun’s rays fall perpendicularly upon the earth in mid- j summer, and obliquely in midwinter; theinten- j sity of the heat far overbalancing the difference in the distance. The summer heat is, however, i tempered by the great distance of the central j ^ re > tor in the southern hemisphere, where the sun is in perigee at midsummer, the heat is in tensified, and the temperature is higher in Aus tralia and Southern Africa than in correspond ing latitudes north of the equator. It is well we were not living about thirty-six hundred years before the creation of'Adam, for the sun was then in perigee during the northern summer, i und in apogee during the nothern winter. Sir j John Hersche! estimates that the northern sum- ! nier at that distant period of the world’s history , was twenty-three degrees colder than it is at j present. Every inhabitant of the north temper- j ate zone has therefore reason to be grateful that , the sun is in apogee at this season, for what I would become of the poor mortals who have been simmering in the intense heat of the last ten days, if they were required to bear a temper ature from ten to twenty degrees higher than the nineties in which the thermometer has been mercilessly reveling ? An Enterprising: Woman. aside Imr head to hide the tears when she saw his white lips crashed together with mortal pain or saw his dreary smile when she put to his mouth the food or the water he had no hands to take for himself. It was a bitter fate ! He who had so gloried in his strength and soundness of limb, he who had admiration her beauty excited among the male j been so active of body as of mind, who had so many purposes mapped out, to be hence forth helpless, dependant upon others even to A corespondent of the Capital writes : ^ A week or two since I accepted an invitation might hang over him day and night, turning | *° Herndon, \ irginia, and spent a day or raise his food to his lips of fierce agony from his brow. No arm to execute the promptings of that quick two there. It is a little village of some three hundred inhabitants, about twenty-five miles from here, on the Washington and Oaio rail road. It was formed and named fourteen years ago aftera Captain Herndon who was lost at sea. It has three stores, three churches, and not a saloon in the place or a drop of liquor sold. The lady I went to visit is an illustration of what a woman can do. She is the wife of an ar my officer, and being tired of going aroand, to wipe the sweat ] wishing to settle in Washington while her husband was on the frontier, she determined i to make a “home” somewaere. Chance threw leaning on the railing, the colored sunset re- i brain that indomitable will. All his arnbi- j - 16r at Herndon one day, and she found a place flection making her fair skin more dazzling, her plenteous waves and rings of hair more like spun red gold, her lips of more vivid carmine, the fine moulding of her throat, her bust, her atyus and limbs more ar-parey cl.aging dress fit gray. She looking at her with quickened pulses. She was thinking, ‘Once in Cuba, out of reach of that wretch, I will make all this white and red and gold of mine serve me in good stead. Those meagre swarthy Spaniards will lose their senses over my white, plump beauty. It shall buy me a rich old Don for a husband and I will reign in the tropic capital a sort of queen.’ Hanging over the railing, watching the sunset- painted waters and building these gilded castles, she heard not the first tokens of the approach ing Nemesis tnat would throw a black pall over casties and castle-builder. She heard not the hail of the steam-tug and only wondered a little at the shund of confused voices below that presently drew away the group of admiring spectators of the pretty tableau she made, and left her alone upon deck. An excited voice in the cabin broke her revery and brought her to the cabin door to liad what was the matter. A negro waiter, his eyes round and big with news, was telling that a tug had just overtaken the j ship, and the sheriff and some more men had come on board and arrested a man named Cobb for murder, and now they was ‘comin up to git the other—There was another -’ tions hopes and revengeful plans forever in the dust! Humiliation and despair gnawed at his heart; as he^lay there all those 3low, wretched hours, were f hack although it must drag a chain henceforth. And to be powerless even to punish the hand that dealt the blow! The woman who watched him shuddered as she saw his lips writhe and his brow work with the bitterness of that thought. She would fling herself do wn on her knees by his bed at such times, and pray for him fervidly pray to the Mother of Sorrows and the Saints in whose intercession she believed. M limed as he was, he was dearer to her infatuated heart than friends, or home, or her own fair fame as a rough, uncultivated aad neglected, as many of I the Virginia places are ; still with capabilities to ! be developed. She had saved a little every j month out of her allowance, so she paid a very ,1 own, eoiAinenreil 4 lira fsw wnnr\“p ; would care to Juo wore fond and used to socie- ty. She has given herself throt’ years to pay for it and get it in order. Already, in four months' time, she has done much. She went iu debt for nothing, aad her furniture is, a good deal of it, hand-made. I sat down on a stylish otto man, which turned out to b9 a drv-goois box, while vulgar, commou-place nail-kegs were transferred into fancy stools, covered with em broidery. She lives alone, with one servant and a young man, sou of a well-kaowu clerk in woman, and when she saw the faint hue of life the departments, who is out there helping and x . 1. _ . • . _ i.:_ 1.1 _ i. w . a a 1 ! ‘ran erh i n nr* if wifL li or ff or frion d a rrn nnf aea stealing into his marble faee, she dropped tears of joy upon the locks she daily combed away from his temples. He did not marry her. He was grateful, bnt his heart was too deeply seared for love to taka root. Disappointed hopes, remorseful memor- j ies—these were the legacy entailed upon him. He would have ample leisure now to brood upon them, to let them feed upon his brain—for he j must now resign his position, give up what he j had sec his heart on keeping iu the teeth of op position. He did resign. He went back to his Northern j home, it was published that he died soon after j his return. I believed him dead when I begun ' ‘Another man to be taken yon say?' asked I this story, else it never would have been written. roughing’ it with her. Her friends go out there and enjoy har hospitality, and wish ‘heaven had made them such wom9n.’ She is perfectly happy and enjoys it. Now, thereason I have devoted so much space to this is that while in Herndon I wondered why so many people here in Washington, clerks, eteeke out a miserable existence with a family of children, when they could go to a place like the village of Herndon, and by roughing it a little get themselves a home and bring their children up free from the contamination that hangs over every city. Thera is many a clerk here getting a good salary, bnt with his large family it is one daily struggle. Now iu a place such as I speik of ha could live and breathe. He couid no: go Floyd in sharp, quick tones from the door, ‘No Miss—no man at all, tother one's a w£- man, Mabel Waters I hear ’em call hor. Here dev come up stairs now.' Floyd glided from the door like a spectre; round to the rear part of the boat she darted, about to unite herseif with one who possessed ^er, getting pa-d in deceitful smiles and It’s that she-devil, I’d almost swear. She's try- | loo ked one instant, with clenched hands and in’ to get away from me, but I’ll follow her. Let me see. Curse the luck: I’ve got but one dollar in the world. Well, I'll hire myself and work my passage—no; I'm tired of the cussed work, l bate it, but I’ve got so shabby that rogues wont have me in their ring. All through her. I’ve been dodgin' after her, doing black work for her, riskin’ the rope and the chain-gang'for property in bouses, cattle, lands,etc., worth near ly half a million. Two days before Zoe’s modest little wedding, she had been first bridesmaid at a large and fashionable one, where her good friend Kate kisses as long as she had use for me, and now she flings me off, spits on me, thinks I’m too low down and insignificant to harm her. I’ll show her. I'll pay her, if I have to swing with her, or rot with her in jaii. Though there’s not a West was married to Winter Lareau. Florence that could hold me long. Taylor was second bridesmaid, looking extreme ly pretty in her dress of peach-blossom silk with peach buds in her blond hair. Prettier still she looked, when three weeks after she stood a bride, little and childlike in contrast to Roy’s tall figure, yet with a woman’s sweet dignity in her young face. Hirne and his wife sailed for Cuba to pay a As these thoughts worked in his half crazed brain, he was watching the veiled woman greed ily. The polite Captain had assisted her on board the vessel. As she stepped on the lower deck, a puff of wind blew aside her thick veil. She clutched it hastily and drew it over her face, but not before the bright sunlight had flashed on her white brow and warm golden hair. The convulsed face upon the dark, foam-streaked waters below and crying ‘God, if there be a God, nave mercy on what you made,’ she threw her self over the railing and fell with an echoing plash into the dark river that closed over her forever. The officer of justice found no Mabel Waters on whom to serve his warrent. Cobb, when he learned her fate, dropped his head in his hands with a groan. All the fierce, revengeful feeling that had driven him to betray herat his own cost, died out and left him gloomy and sullen. He never suffered on the gallows or in the chain- gang. He died of malignant fever ten days after he was committed to prison for trial. But one day, a long time after the first adapters I to the theater every night, or ais wife walk ■U-iilic ttLiu 1113 vvlie uttiiwu iui l»uuh iu unv a | a i u rr: a , llTr , e L A f visit to Zoe’s father; after which they would 8I 8^ lt i“ a ^ e ^ e 0 £ . . ' , [ , , op round to New York take a look at the Lakes : a baleful flash trom their bloated sockets, he S.1SS Loll?j l-o-d Hk into UU iUhydjrf er points of interest,returning to New Orleans by ^ 1S companion spo . 11 n * t that nleasantest of all modes oftravelincr a lux- swer. He sat down on a couon bale, pulled out • ^ , . ,, ... . ®a dirty memorandum book and wrote these lines: unous steamboat on the great Mississippi. From “ ainy meuiora u New Orleans they meant to go on to Hirne's Tex- ! To Captain Lawrence oj the ^southern ^ q as home where his‘family’would welcome them. He had shipped there the supplies—provisions farming implements, etc., together with a big box of presents, chosen by him and Zoe for the children, more particularly for little Jennie whom agood neighbor was taking care of. As Zoe was being driven to the levee to take passage on the Citrus for Cuba, she passed an almost closed carriage containing a veiled lady. The passing of a funeral procession along a cross street delayed the two carriages a few moments, and the lady’s veil was inadvertantly pulled to one side an instant and Zoe caught sight of Floyd Reese’s brilliant face—the snow and rose complexion, the dark eyes and brows, the lull neck and firm, round chin. In that momentary glance the eyes seemed somewhat hollow, the brow anxious and cloud ed; and the veil was hurriedly drawn back over her face. Zoe had beard of Floyd as having been regularly engaged by the theatrical company in which she had played daring the illness of M’lle Duprez who, after a protracted indisposition, found herself so coldly treated by the manager Cobb Watson, the murderer of your old friend, Waters, and Mabel Waters, his wife, who was accessory to the murder are both on board the Citrus bound for Cuba, If you would punish the guilty, take instant meas ures.’ , . , , He folded this and with it m his hand, went up to the mate of the vessel, touched his hat re spectfully and asked if an experienced deck hand was not needed on the Citrus ? Hardly looking at him, the officer answered gruffly that the Citrus had all the flands she wanted. ‘But if I give you work for nothing—such work as these here can do—’ he said, stretching eut his stalwart, hairy arms. The mate cut his eye around, and was rather impressed by the muscular limbs. ‘Nothing!’ he said, gruffly. ‘Can you^ sleep in a rat hole with a hard-tack for rations ? The sailors within hearing burst into a laugh., Cobb, with a grin, answered: ‘Aye, aye, sir.’ The prompt response and the laugh he took as a compliment to his wit, put the old tar in a good humor. CHAPTER xm,( Witchell had been disappointed in his efforts to punish the slayers of his brother and his friends. The disappointment was a keen blow to him, but he gave no sign. His pride and his stern, stubborn determination forbade him to give up his office and have no more to do with the people who had shown such opposition to his rule. He determined to go back among them, to carry on his business as of old, to levy taxes, control courts, and be supreme in all ad ministrative matters as he had been before. Rule he would, as he had once said ‘if not by good will, then by force.’ It was all the stimulus left to existence for him, since death had lain his black hand on the best of love and friend ship that had been granted him—such love and such friendship, as had seldom been given to a man. All that had been soft in his nature hardened into iron now, and the man who once more rode through the streets of Cohatchie was a stern and smileless man, whose eye had the keen, cold flash of a bayonet, whose brow never relaxed, whose voice uttered only necessary words in hard, metallic accents. That eye at times seemed hoarding up some deep vow of vengauce, never to be uttered but to he evolved in deeds. He was here at this time to see that the taxes were collected and placed in his hands as former ly. He was rigid in exaotieg the collection of every tittle that oould be claimed. He rode from his home to Cohatchie several miles along the river bank each day unguarded and unarmed. At the intercession of his mother, a friend armed with a gun or pistol, often joined him and rode with him under some friendly pretext. One appeared, came a letter to our office post marked Canada saying: ‘Send me a copy of your paper, i I have a curiosity to read a story I have heard is ; being published in it;’ signed: ‘Marshall Witch- \ eil'—an odd irregular, signature—‘written by holding the pen staff between the teeth,' sug gested one, who looked at it over our shoulder. But the body of the note was written in a deli cate hand—a lady’s hand—his sister's possi bly, or it may be hi3 wife’s. It may be that this strong, grasping self-sufficient nature, so sorely smitten, so deeply humiliated has found rest and content iu the love of some true, kind wo man, whose affection shall so proudly supply the place of arm and hand that he will not feel their loss—some woman, as loving as poor Adeile, but hardly as loveable as she, whom all that saw her, concurred in calling the loveliest of women. down the Avenue every day; but for what they pay here to support, or rather half supper:, a large family, they could go out there aad live. Mrs. W. H. Bristol, better known as Fannie Burdette, who has been traveling for vears with Forepaugh’s circus, gave birth on Wednesday night last, in Cotnuiercial Hotel, to a child weigh- ! iug eight pounds. Tlie mother weighs about I fifty pounds and is only thirty-two inches in i stature. Her husband is of full size, being six ! feet in height and Weighing 145 pounds. The ! infant was healthy and well developed, but in j order to preserve the life of the mother it was j necessary to sacrifice it. The pangs of materni- ! ty lasted seven hours, begiuing at d A. M. and ending at 0 P. M., aad had the little woman not T - , xu x xu- - .. . , i possesed an iron constitution she must have I could wish that this man were so comtorted. 4 £ iad Daring the svhole of the3e loag toars of If he sinned grievously, he was deeply punished and if oonsolation blossomed from his affliction, it is vreli. Alver moved away from Cohatchie. The place had too many galling associations for the proud man who had stooped once from his pedestal cx honor. He wished to forget this episode of his life—to blot it utterly from his memory. But his hour in the valley of humiliation had dona him good. Much of his old impatient haughti ness, hi3 love of power, had disappeared, but the instinct of command is a part of him, and he is still a ruling spirit where he lives. His home is in the Lone Star State, he is honored in the community, his fine, manly boys are growing up about him, and his gentle wife knows how to soothe him when the dark mood comes on, and he hears the croak of the raven Memory, that will not ‘take its form from off his door. ’ In the same grand State—the land of infinite possibilities—live Zoe and her ‘Wild Rover,’ now a useful and respected citizen, a happy and loving husband. The fire and activity of his nature are chastened, not destroyed. They give vitality to his influence, progressiveness to his character, variety to his intercourse with his friends and family—with the wife, whose sweet, delicate, yet vivid nature finds its true supplement in the strength and independence of her husband’s character. I have called this story a ‘Study of Western Life.’ Glad would I have been to have dwelt more upon the sunnier aspects of life in the great West—upon its breadth and freedom, its hospitality, its frankness, its chivalry; but the time in which tne scene of my story was cast—the dark period in the history of the State, wh«n tyranny on the part of the administration re-acted into lawlessness on the part of the peo ple—mat time did not admit of much sunshine. Happily that time is now over, the shadow has agony she maintained almost complete silence, uttering only a few moans, aud struggling against all extraordinary exhibitions of pain, j The couple have been married two years, and ! this is their second child. The first was much i smaller and was still-bjrn. Mr. Bristol was formerly a door-keeper in the employ of Fore- paugh's circus, aud in this capacity became ac quainted with his wife, who was then traveling uudor the management of that show with a twin brother, who is an inch shorter thaq herself. They were called tne Burdette twins, and always traveled together until Mrs. Bristol’s confine ment last spring, when the brother continued the engagement alone. They are iu the twenty- first year of their age. Mrs. Bristol was born iu Montgomery County, Md., on a farm near the little village of Damascus, where her parents still dwell, tine has a brother aud a sister of the ordinary size, and her father is above six feat. A woman named Whiteside, wife of a gardener at Long ridge, near Preston, England, is now in custody on suspicion of poisoning her husband and three children, in order to obtain burial money from the Prudential Assurance Com pany. It became known that recently the wo man purchased some rat poison, and it was further remembered that she bought similar poi son just previous to the deaths of her children a short time ago. The body of Whiteside was exhumed by direction of the coroner, and the stomach hat been sent for analysis. Daring her engagement at the Fifth Avenue Theatre, Miss Mary Anderson will appear for the first time in New York as Julia io ‘The Hunch back.’ New costumes have been provided for all the plays by the costumer of the Theatre Fran- cais, Paris.