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JSO. H. SEALS, - Editor and Proprietor. W. B. SEALS, - Proprietor and Cor. Editor MRS;HARY E. BRYAN, (*) Associate Editor. Liberal Propositions. A Handsome Oil Painting 24x30 for Two Subscribtions- Send and Secure One Immediately. or More Finding that everybody desires hand some pictures we have made arrange ments with the largest picture house in the United States to supply us with any quantity of the very prettiest at reduced rates, and can now make the most liber al propositions to all who desire them. 1. To any and every one who will send us two subscribers at $2,50 each, we will send a beautiful oil picture, 24x 30 inches in size. 2. Any one who is already a subscri ber can get one of the same size and beauty by renewing for one year and sending one more subscriber, only $2,50 each. 3. To any one who will send us 6 subscribers at $2,50 each, (all at one time) we will send a handsome oil chro- ino and a copy of the paper one year free. NEW STORY. ‘Jeanes Winter in the City,’ a pleasing and interesting story by Stephen Brent, will begin next week and rnn through several numbers. A Story from Col. W. A. Sparks — We are delighted to announce a forthcoming story in the Sunny South from our venerable friend, known ot all men as the author of that popular book entitled “The Memories of Fifty Years. Badge for Andrew College.—J. P. Stephens & Co.—the well known jewelers of At lanta are now making a number of beautiful gold badges, ordered by Dr. Hamilton for the pupils of his deservedly popular and flourishing seminary—Andrew College, located in Cnthbert, Georgia. The ‘Hamilton badge’ is elegantly simple in design and handsome in workman* ship. Ceil. Cordon s Re election.—This week in the Legislative Assembly Hall has been an unusually interesting one. Gen. Gordon has received renewed assurance of the love and con fidence of the people by a unanimous vote of re-election to the Senate. His speech on the occasion was a noble one, calm and statesman like, full of sensible views upon the situation and broad sympathy with the people. * A Poet's Deatll-Soilg. — Col. Richard Realf, the gifted poet, journalist and free-lance whose wild, adventurous spirit and fanatical love of freedom led him into many excesses, not ably a connection with John Brown’s raid, com mitted suicide in San Francisco lately, by tak ing morphine. Remorse over misdirected en ergies had long preyed upon him, and domes tic calamity precipitated his rash act. Among his papers was found the following poem, dated the day before his death. Surely this grand death-wail, uttered beside the Styg ian River will silence the ‘daws of men’ who would chatter of the misdeeds of him who ‘suff ered greatly and greatly too he erred.’ • i j)e morluis nil nisi bonum.’ When For me the end inis come and I am dead, And little voluble, chattering daws of men peck at me curiously, let it then be said By some one brave enough to speak the truth, Here lies a great soul killed by cruel wrong. Down all the balmy daysofhis fresh youth To his bleak, desolate moon, with sword and song And speech that rushed up hotly from the heart. He wrought for liberty; till his wound, (lie had been stabbed) concealed with painful art Through wasting years, mastered him and he swooned, And sank there where you see him lying now With that word ‘Failure’ written on his brow. But say that he succeeded. If he missed World's honors and world’s plaudits and , the wage Of the world,s deft lackeys, still his lips were kissed Daily by those high amrels who assuage The Burstings ofthe poets—for he was Born unto singing—and a bnrden lay Mightily on him and he moaned because ne could not rightly utter to this day What God taught in the night, sometimes, nath- less, Power fell upon him, and bright tongues of flame, And blessings reached him from poor souls in ^ stress; And benedictions from black pits ofshame; And little children’s love; and old men's prayers; And a Great Hand that led him unawares- So he died rich. A nd if his eyes were blurred With thick films—silence! he is in his grave. Greatly he suffered; great! y too, he erred; ' Yet broke his heart in iryingto be brave. Nor did he waittill Freedom had become The popular shibboleth of courtiers’ lips; But smote for her when God himself seemed dumb And all his arching skies were in eclipse, He was a-weary, but he fought his light. And stood for simple manhood; and was Joyed To see the august broaden ing ofthe light And new earths heaving heavenward from the ' void. He loved his fellows,and theirlove was sweet- plant daisies at his'head and at his (feet. * A Iaive City in Arkansas-—Searcy in White county, Arkansas has great advantages in making it a desirable place of residence Its churches are a credit to any city. Its schools are of a high order. Its society moral, elevat ing and prosperons, and she is blessed with va rious health invigorating springs, which are extensively visited daring the heated term. ■The Sonny Sooth’ has a fine circulation in this Saratoga of Arkansas. General Joe Johnston will take the place of Gilbert Walker in Congress. People differ as to Johnston’s ability as a soldier, bat all agree that he is a highlv honorable man; which reminds one of the man who went to New York to make i an honest living, because in that line he would [ he would have so little competition. \o Drunken Lady NJiirses.—The statement of the Courier Journal that the yel low fever nurses from Washington on their way to Memphis were drunk and behaved shame fully while stopping over in Louisville, is par tially contradicted by Mrs. Beasely—one of the nurses and a lady of excellent character, consci entious, intelligent and self-sacrificing. She says that not one of the lady nurses drank liquor of any kind, bat it is true that most of the men were drank and behaved quite as badly as was reported. Both the doctors were drunk all the way from Louisville to Memphis and, when they reached the infected city, these heroes stuck their noses into sponges and covered their faces with medicated veils. So disgusting was the conduct of these drunken men and doctors that they were treated with no consideration what ever on their way, and the ladies had (like dog Tray) to pay the penality of being caught in bad company. The train ran off the track and delayed them for a day and a half on the road, They had no food except a few apples and would not seek it in the surrounding coun try for fear of wrong apprehension on the part of the people who saw their intoxicated fellow travelers. Mrs. Beasely met with no unkind treat ment nor filthy accommodations in Memphis. The bedding was clean and fresh and the accom modations qnite as good as conld be expected under the adverse circumstances; and she says that she at least was treated with the utmost re spect and kindness by the Howard association and all the people of Memphis with whom she came in contact Many of the nurses, it is true told a different story, bat Mrs. Beasely said from all she saw and knew, she firmly believed that they would have been well treated had they act ed rightly. Too many were actuated to the work only by the high pay offered and the novelty, applause and notoriety of going as nurses to the City of the Plague. These soon wearied iu well doing. The two doctors were sent back, and one young lady who was so overcome by the sight of so much horror, that her companions thought that she would fall a victim to the fever through her fright and nervousness. Mrs. Beasely speaks of the situation as enough to palsy the stoutest heart with its horror. She says ‘the dreadful agony of those long dark days, when gloom darkened every brow, and fear paralyzed every foot, cannot be told in words. The city was a vast charnel house, and think and do as we would, our thoughts became sepulchral too, and we walked, living corpses, through pest- house, till death itself became familiar, and the coffin and the shroud awoke no emotion and ex cited no disgust Worst of all, in too many cases the nurses were cold, unfeeling, unsympathetic persons, giving their services for money, and tending the nick and dying as if they were ma chines incapable of a smile or a tear. I think, indeed, that many persons who succumbed would now be living if they had received the sweet sympathy which a kindly heart will al ways give a sick person. There was too much of the business spirit manifested in the relations between nurses and patients. I ascribe my suc cess, under God, to the fact that I succeeded in every case in getting my patients to regard me as an interested and sympathetic relative, in stead of a strange, hired nurse. I was pained too, to notice in not a few cases that members of the same family so often exhibited a harsh and querulous disposition to each other. It was a dreadful time. Much sorrow and great fear had made the people mad.’ Mrs. Beasely herself, had gone into the danger and set herself to the trying work through no mercenary feel ing, but from a sense of duty and an inward urgency she could not resist, an impulse so strong and overpowering that she oould not rest until she obeyed it. Though a strong-minded woman, not given to superstitions, she declares that it was a vision or dream that intensified the conviction that it was her duty to go to Memphis. The sequel shows that this impulse was heaven-seat, for her going did much good. Out of twenty-three patients whom she nursed she lost only two. Then she was stricken down with the fever herself (for the second time: she had had it before in her childhood) and on re covering, she left the infirmary and went to the Episcopal Home and nursed fourteen children of whom thirteen recovered under her conscien tious and sympathetic care. * Writteu l»y •fenny Lind.—Last Sun day in the midst of one of those scathing ser mons in which Mr. Talmage is exposing the ‘leprosy’ of New York, and as he was describing his latest tour through the city he came to Gas * tie Garden, and his fierce voice suddenly soft-, ened: ‘And Castle Garden reminded me of Jen ny Lind,’ he said with lighted eyes. ‘Ob, what a beautiful songstress she was.’ He paused as if the sweet singer’s voice was filling his ears with melody. ‘God,’ he presently added, ‘might make such singers every year, but he doesn’t make them more than once in a century. He who heard her sing need never complain if he never hears another song. She was a gifted woman and a good one. Here is a little verse she wrote once,’and he repeated the simple and sweet lines: * In vain I seek for rest Iu all created good; It leaves me still unblest And makes me cry for God. I seek for rest that cannot be, Until my heart finds rest in thee. Joe Murphy Coming.—On the evening ofthe 25th and 26th inst. the^Atlanta people will have the pleasure of witnessing the new comedy, Kerry Gow, with that .fine comedian, Joe Mnrphy, in the leading part, and a clever corps to t ssist him. The numerons press no tices of Kerry Gow are loud in praise of the piece, whioh is said to be capitally set aud in tensely interesting, while Joe Murphy’s delight ful humor aud his realistio rendering are spok en of with commendation. * The Marqnis’d Allan, cousin-german to the Comte de Chambord, is now undergoing his six months' imprisonment for electoral frauds last October. He manufactured a famous ballot box, with a false bottom. A model of this is now the favorite political toy, and is called ‘The pro gramme of the sixteenth of May.’ My Little Orange Tree. It was Christmas day ; I remember it well. The stern lady who presides over our boarding-house table had the rare liberality to treat us all to oranges. When dinner was over, I noticed that she picked up two or three orange seeds from a plate and wrapped them up in a piece of paper. Next day I heard her say that she had planted them in a large box, on the parlor window, and looking in that direction, I saw the old cat—board ing-house keepers have always an old cat—lying precisely on the top of the ground where the seeds had been deposited, and when the mystery of germ ination was soon to take place. This specimen of the feline tribe—as ugly us ho was detested—got in the habit of licking his paws for hours, right above the vegetal embryo. Poor plant I Towards the end of April—although Atlanta is not the laud of orange blossoms—a sort of phenom enon took place in the b x, and was the subject of our talk at dinner. A small verdant filament had made its appearance above the ground. Seeing this, our rigid landlady was deeply moved ; she felt a sort of sentiment of maternity invading her—she had created an orange tree! The baker, milkman, butcher and other high dig nitaries of the premises, visited the new-born ve getal. Strange! is it not? But don’t we read that the grave Roman senators assembled to deliberate on a fish! Each one of the visitors made some remark or gave some advice for the raising of the plant. As for the milkman, he only said in a sceptical way: ‘You will invite us to eat the crop, will you not ?’ ‘Certainly I will,’ answered the landlady, pour ing few drops of water on the plant as for a bots anical baptism. From that day. the box and the new-born plant were surrounded wi’h cares. The cat was requir ed to cho se another place for spending his leisure hours, and ae re uc autly exiled himself into the other rooms, where he continued to lick his bel- 0 • ' paw from morning to night. Four years nad past since the little tree’s birth had been inscribed on Nature’s record; four years, the greater part of which I spent at the college. Happy time! pure aud precious as a perfume ! I was not then thinking of rashly throwing my heart under the wheels of Love’s chariot—that merciless Bouddha of our civilized Juggernaut. But to come to my plant. When I saw it again, my head was stuffed with all the dry axioms of modern studies, but 1 had saved my heart, and I felt greatly moved at finding again my little plant in its little box. I liad sived it3 1 fs: e/eral times by pulling u j the weeds that threatened to choke it, so I had contributed to its growth—for it was grown—and looked already like a small tree. The birds were not as yet com ing to rest upon its branches, as in the parable, but it was, nevertheless, a little tree, as a child is a little man. But what a poor, sickly child ! It was suffering from cold, in our atmosphere, this fragrant child of mild Florida. Its leaves, which would have been so bright aud glossy in its sun ny native country, were thin and had a pale-green tint. It looked to me like a consumptive trying to enjoy as much as he could of the rays of the sun. Everyday I was looking at my little orange tree. 1 was its only friend, for the landlady did not pay attention to it any more, and the only watering she gave it was when she occasionally emptied the tumblers into the box after dinner. I pitied the poor plant, fori inust here confess that uncon sciously I found a painful resemblance between the little ti to and soine thin, sickly, young working girls—two sisters—living across the street. For me, it was no more a plant, but a woman I saw fading away and wilting. One day I noticed two blossoms on one of the limbs of my orange tree. The girls across the street were blooming too in their youth and beauty. But blossoms,youth and beauty, all pass rapidly. After some time, a small green ball could be seen instead of the flower, but so little, so tender, that I shuddered at night, when the wind was blowing cold. Ah ! at that time, I had a very tender heart, I was trembling for a plant. I did not know much of this life and was carrying my soul iu my hand, as little Red Riding Hood, car ried her cake, fearless of the wolves. Alas! I am returning from grandma’s now, and I know too well why the wolves in petticoat open such large eyes and show such white teeth ! The fruit of my favorite plant was increasing in size, but so slowly I Poor little orange, livid green—almost discolored—its rind seemed already old. As for the tree, its limbs had grown longer but remained thin; its leaves—few iu number— were taking a yellow tinge. It was easy to see that the poor vegetable had hardly enough sap to supply the necessary food for its fruit. Oh ! how it resembled the working woman and her child; the woman who washes, sews, cooks, splits the wood—in fact does everything—with her babe hanging to her empty breast—her babe, who gets starved through its mother’s starvation, and die3 from its mother’s sufferings ! This was a painful sight to me, and sometimes I remained several days without passing the street where my orange tree was consuming its miser able existence. Oh ! that I could have brought it a ray of the golden sun, as the wealthy can—I should say ought to—bring a piece of the golden metal to the needy ! But I could not. At last, under the last fires of an autumnal sun the fruit of my little friend assumed a golden color; feeble was the tint, but still it was the token of maturity. On the same day, almost at the same moment, the chilly wind of November blew off the last leaf from the tree. Last week, on my way to the Sunny South office, I was astonished at not seeing the tree in its box on the window, and I asked what had become of it. ‘It is dead,’ they answered me, ‘and it was thrown into the trash box.’ ‘And was the orange ’ I did not complete my question, for just then I perceived the unfortunate orange used as a toy by the old cat, that was rolling it upon the carpet. Taking the hateful feline by the neck—with all the respect due his paws—I gently threw him into the yard, through a thick window glass, after which I picked up the orange and put il in my pocket. It now perfumes the drawer where I keep my hand kerchiefs and cravats. Every time I look at it my heart is throbbing, and when I inhale the frag rance of ; the little fruit, my youth is sweetly sing ing in my soul. So died my little orange tree ; so die so many poor women whose babe sucks the soul with the last drop of milk. ! DR. FRANK CARVER. Russia and the Jews.—A Russian paper pubs fishes a copy of a contract which has been conclu ded by the district Intendant of St. Petersburg with the merchant Isaac Malkiel, of the firm of Malkiel ! J rothers, for the supply of provisions for the a- The firm is a Jewish one, and yet it a irom the contract that the government in- s a that the contracting party should en gage not to employ as a representative or clerk, in the operations consequent on supplying the food, anyone who was a Jew. This is a very charac teristic of the intolerance still maintained by the Russian Government. The Industrial University of Arkansas, of which General D. H. Hill is President, has 280 stndentB, THE CHAMPION RTFLE SHOT OF THE WORLD ‘Can you see Dr. Carver?’ said the military Correspondent of the Savannah News putting his head into our ‘den,’ his face radiant as it never is except when he has in tow a Confederate hero or some one with a genuine gunpowder flavor in his composition* ‘YouTl see a man I can tell you, no pinchbeck imitation; he won’t mind that,’ as we look with dismay at our inked fore finger and remember the handsome ivorytype of the great shootest which the Major had laid on our desk the day before. The next moment Dr. Carver was bowing be fore us, broad Mexican sombrero in hand. A man indeed, of the grand western type too— tall, broad shouldered, elastic of figure and easy of motion, with a throat like an ivory pillar, fine, open features, eye of that rate red-brown full of fire and humor and human kindness, and a brow crowned by wavy, live-looking,warm- brown hair. His pictures do not do him j ustioe. He is far more youthful looking than they repre sent him, and they fail to give any idea of the animated play of his features and the candid, winning smile that discloses his beautiful teeth. There is health and vigor and the freedom of the plains and prairies in his looks and limbs, but none of the raggedness or coarseness that is thought (often wrongly) to be the accompani ment of the western hunter. He does not seem one who has passed through vicissitudes, hardships and dangers more wild and romantic than any that Cooper or Simms has painted for us, and one can hardly realize that he was reared by the Indians, trained in their savage sports and reck less warfare. Yet though they had dragged him from his burning home and murdered family, at four years old, he still remembered the gentle teachings of his mother, and the greatest grief of his long captivity was when he was called on to witness the tortures inflicted upon the white captives. Of his strange, eventful life we shall publish a graphic account in this paper at an early day. His wonderful adventures read like wildest ro mance aud yet they are well authenticated. He learned, while among the Indians, to be the marvelous shot he is, but he was horn a marks man, for none but the stealiest nerves and the quickest sight could perform the feats he exe cutes with the utmost ease. In his fights with the Indians, his fatal aim aud reckless dar ing have earned him the name of Evil Spirit. He shoots the bow and arrow with unerring aim. On his famous hunt with Lord Medley he kill ed thirty-three elk in one run, his horse drop ped dead at the last shot. The nobleman was so well pleased that he offered to take Carver with him to England and Africa, pay his ex penses and insure him a nice income. He kill ed thirty prairie chickens with a pistol in one day without a dog, shooting them all on the wing, aud while hunting deer, jumped seven aud killed them all with a Winchester rifle be fore they could get away. These facts are told in the account published of Dr. Carver by the well-known hunter, Charles Bruster, of Nebras ka. Dr. Carver is by no means boastful, though when questioned, he tells what he has done in the simplest and most unpretending manner possible. He prefers talking of Texas Jack— the wild trapper and hunter who accompanies him, who he says is a rare fellow aud not half so bad as he is pictured. Dr. Carver likes also, to speak of his young bride—a lovely New Hav en girl, fresh from college, whom he met in his triumphal shooting tour through the North this summer, and who fell in love with the gallant Californian at first sight. He says she feeds bis tame elks on candy, pets Jack, talks sentiment aud science to himself, and accompanies him on all his trips. Dr. Carver’s feats with the rifle seem liko ver itable magic. At the late State Fair in Macon, Georgia, he was given a hundred and fifty dol lars per day by the Fair Association to shoot for them in the presence of the immense crowds as sembled to witness his performances. He shoots in an easy fitting costume—a white flan nel shirt and dark pantaloons, broad belt with gold buckle and in the scarf, carelessly wrapped round his neck, sparkles the diamond-9yed, raby-nostrilled gold horse’s head presented to him after breaking fifty successive glass balls while riding a horse at full speed in California. Swinging from his left breast is the superb badge given him by Sau Francisco after the breaking of eight hundred aud eighty-five balls out of a thousand. These glass halls, which are newly patented and filled inside with feath ers, are heaped in a barrel and hurled up into the air fifteen feet iu front of him in rapid succession, while he fires the rifles as fast as Texas Jack’s practiced hand can load them. In Brooklyn, last Summer, out of a hundred balls thrown up alternately he shattered nintty- one. As fast as each rifle was emptied, he laid it down and seized a fresh one. He fired faster than Texas Jack could load, the hot rifles being taken by an attendant set in a tub of water and sponged till they were fit to use again. In shooting on the wing he takes sight without shutting either eye, which habit he declares he acquired on the plains where he had to keep one eye open for the deer and the other one open for the Indians. He not only shatters glass balls, but shoots and pierces anything that is thrown up—fence pickets, match boxes, cent pieces, soda bottles, lead pencils, trade dollars, when he happens in the locality where these are plentiful enough to be pierced through as souv enirs, which he will not be apt to find the case in our Railroad City, where he intends to shoot next Tuursday and Friday at the Fair Grounds or,Oglethorpe Park as Atlanta prefers have it called. He says he means to beat ail his former time next Thursday and Friday, An immense crowd, it is said, will turn out to witness the shooting and the railroads will bring in visitorn by hundreds on excursion tick ets. The rapidity of Dr. Carver’s shooting and his apparently careless aiming is the most won derful part of his performance. In Deerfort park, New York, last July, he broke five thous and, five hundred glass balls in five hundred min utes, using his Winchester rifle, and shooting without intermission. He fired in all six thous and two hundred and eight shots and had ten minutes inside his time when he finished, thus clearly beating his great rival, Capt. Bogardus, who succeeded in breaking five thousand balls in five hundred minutes. * * Feeling in a Cut-off Ami.—Mr. Zachariah Quick’s arm had been placed in a box contain ing sawdust and buried. A short time after ward the patient oommplained of a cramp in the missing hand, particularly in the thumb. The pain became intense and continual. A friend went to the place where the arm had been buried and exhumed it. It was then found hat the box was too short to allow the fingers to be extended, and consequently they were doubled up, the thumb being bent back. The arm was taken from the box, washed and placed in a larger box and again buried. The patient complained no longer of the pains in the hand. —Port Jarvis Gazette. Kinder-Gabten.—We are pleased to know that the Kinder-Garten feature is in successful operation at our Graded School, under the spe cial oharge of Miss Lizzie Lindsay, who has made a very close study of this mode of instraotion for some time past. It is popnlar with parents and the childron delight in it—Greensboro, 2f. C., Patriot. Ann Wilson of Now Orleans. A Heroine at a Pea-nut Stand. ‘Buy some fresh parched peanuts gentleman only five cents a glass.’ • I gave no heed to the somewhat quavering void nor turned my head, as I sauntered down St Charles street arm in arm with my young friend and cicerone, Charlie B. ,. f nr ‘Stop ’! said Charlie, ‘let’s invest dune for grandma Wilson’s sake. Look at her. j Not much tojlet on in the way of beauty is st6 but she’s a greater heroine than Joan of A*o for all that,' and he lifted his beaver and bowed as he might have done to a duchess. . We put down a dime on the old lady spine table beside the layer of ginger-bread, the kero sene lamp and pile of peanuts that constituted her establishment, and filled our pockets with the ‘goobers’ which she measured out to us, witn with a grave ‘thankee gentleman.’ As we walked away, I asked curiously: - ‘What has that commonplace old body done to ba entered on the list of the heroic, Charlie ? •Done? Well let me tell you,’he answered and then launched out in that highfalutin fash ion, under whioh he tries hide the softness of his heart. . ‘Tom/ he said waving his hand back towards the kerosene lamp and the fignre behind it, ‘that withered form, bent with the weight of many years, who perches upon a three-legged stop 1 behind a rickety table, does not embody the ideal heroine. All traces of physical beauty long ago disappeared, and it is not probable that any of the halls of learning were her favor ite haunt. A five dollar note would be an ex travagant price to pay for her establishment and and all it contains, but if heroic womanhood ever found embodiment in human shape, it can be seen nightly upon St. Charles street, just be low the Academy of Music. A week ago Grandma Wilson was in Memphis, baffling pestilence by her tireless vigilance; hailed by a terror-stricken community as their guardian angel. Elizabeth in the zenith of her splendor conld not have commanded the adula tion which spontaneously went forth to that plain old woman. For thirty-eight days and nights daring the frightful harvest of death at Grenada, those withered hands were often the only one3 to soothe the burning brow or close dying eyes. To her tender care were committ ed their children by dying parents. Appointed by the divine mandates of gratitude univeisal exceutrix aud administratrix, in that season of of deadly peril and death, the confidential friend of the highest, she now sells peanuts on St. Charles street at five cents a glass. She did before, and were another epidemic to carry desolation into a thousand homes, after another heroic battle with disease, would do so again: but is Cincinnatus returned to his plow, much more heroic that Mrs. Mary Ann Wilson, returned from the devastation of Grenada, Grand Junction and Memphis to her peanut stand? ‘No,’ I answered softly and we walked on more soberly than wa3 our wont. 3iiniiic Hank as a Flower-girl. What she Makes Them Pay for Smiles and Button-hoi® Bou quets. Miss Minnie Ilauk of Col. Mapleson’s opera company has been an attraction at St. Agnes’s table in the cathredral fair. Her role has been that of a flower-girl. She wore on Saturday eve ning an embroidered black silk toilet fresh from the hands of a Parisian modiste. At her throat flashed a brooch of sapphires and diamonds. Rings of sapphires and diamonds gleamed from her ears. Upon her head was an evening hat of white felt, adorned with curling white plumes. The thronging of visitors about her was so o p- pressive that Mrs. Salomon, the manager of the table, suggested that the songstress should sit on the edge of the front of the table, with a chair as a barrier before her. Miss Hauk acted upon the suggestion, and then a tray of flowers was handed to her. An expert estimated that the market value of the flowers was about one dol lar. Men plied Father McDowall and Col. Ma- pleson for an introduction to Miss Hauk. They were introduced in turn. They bought flowers. They paid dearly for them. Miss Hauk, with a pretty air of unconcern, took whatever was giv en her in the way of money, and daintily forgot to make change. A florid Englishman, gotten up a la Dandreary. was introduced. He com plimented Miss Hauk. ‘Will you have a flower, sir ?’ Miss Hauk ask ed, to bring him down to business. ‘Certainly, Miss. I should be pleased to have a flower from so fair a hand.’ Miss Hauk handed him a tiny nosegay. He gave her, with a grand air, a gold coin. The coin jingled in Miss Hawk’s tray, and then she unconcernedly resumed the conversation. The Englishman’s compliments became fainter, and he bowed himself away. He returned soon af terward, and asked Miss Hauk how she was c, et- ting along. ‘Admirably,’ Miss Hauk replied. Then she added, mischievously: ‘Won’t you have another flower, sir?’ ■No, thanks," the Englishman said, hastily. I will preserve this flower forever.’ The reporter saw, later in the evening, that her tray was full of bank notes. He insinuated toat silo was prospering. ‘Oh, this isn’t all,’ was her answer. ‘They’ve had to empty my tray of money once or twice. But; do you know I don’t find the Americans quite so generous at fairs as some of the Euro peans. Why, I had a flower booth at the fair in Vienna for the benefit of the wounded, after the war, and I made a great deal of money. The gentlemen gave me thousands of florins for bouquet. P r u obable . that Miss;Hauk added at least U100 to the receipts of St. Agnes’ table. Tom Scott Insane, The mental faculties of the great rai king are completely shattered. He was st EuroSr^ 3 fiV6 dayS b6f0re *5* Europe. He was secretly conducted by f W * ?‘® am . er and Pat on board after her o; He tUr ®' Hls mind ia fatally shai a gam will be able to discharge t nlainlw hl ? h office * A ®onth ago Scot plained of exhaustion, caused by overwoi anxiety growing out of the labor riot a discrimination suits, remarking that he becompeHed to take a long real He fa ?ies AnH. W r r ’ bat „ contin aed his arduo, and the scenery is beautify and vaHeY” is an immense bed of took salt, whose ex zled? n y animated, and scientific men an lendSTadsi ^ ° f & ‘ me $ op/" 1 * 1