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WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY.
I loved thee once, I Mi love no more,
,r hine be the grief as is the blame.
Thou art not what-thou wast before,
M r hat reason I should be the same?
He that can love unloved again.
Hath better store of love than brain;
God send me love my debts to pay,
While unthrifts fool their love away.
Nothing could have my love o’erthrown,
If thou hadst still continued mine:
Yea, if thou hadst remained thy own,
I might perchance have yet been thine.
But thou thy freedom did recall,
That if thou might elsewhere inthrall;
And then how could I but disdain
A captive's captive to remain?
When new desires had conquered thee,
And changed the object of thy will.
It had been legart hy in me.
Not constancy, to love thee still.
Yea, it had been a sin to go
And prostitute affection so.
Since we are taught no prayers to say
To such as most to others pray.
Y'et do thou glory lu thy choice.
The choice of his good fortune boast;
I’ll neither grieve nor yet rejoice.
To see him gain what I have lost;
The height of my disdain shall be,
To laugh at him, to blush for thee;
To love thee still, but go no more
A begging to a beggar’s door-
OUR PORTRAIT UALLERY.
ENGRAVINGS AND BIOGRAPHIES OF
DISTINGUISHED HEN AND WOMEN
“OLD BILL ALLEN.”
THE DEATH OF A NOTABLE POLITICIAN.
One of the Best Known of Public Men Gone—The
Story of His Life.
Ex-Governor William Allen died suddenly at his
home, near Chillicothe, Ohio on the 11th. His ill
ness was of very brief duration. He was in Chilli
cothe on Wednesday, apparently in the most excel
lent health and spirits. His first mention of illness
was on Thursday morning, but he did not regard
his condition of sufficient consequence to receive at
tention, until in the afternoon at four he had symp
toms of chills and Dr. Scott, his son-in-law and
‘physician, induced him to take some medicine and
go to bed. Dr. and Mrs. Scott remained in attend
ance upon him all through. Governor Allen con
sidered it useless, and urged them to retire. He was
up several times during the night. About 1:30 this
morning he rose suddenly, left his bed and staggered
to a chair, fell into it and died without a word. Dr.
Scott had seated himself in an adjoining room, and
responded hastily to Mrs. Scott’s call, hut before he
reached the Governor's side he was dead. Gover
nor Bishop issued a proclamation eulogistic of the
late ex-Governor Allen, reciting his public services
and directing that the flags on the Capitol be dis.-
played at half mast and the closing of State offices
on the day of the funeral.
The death of William Allen severs anothor and
one of the last links that connected the public men
of the present day with the generation of Webster,
Clay aud Calhoun. It is but little over four years
since he was serving as Gorvernor of Ohio, anti yet
it was almost half a century ago that he first took
O ing his antagonist’s throat. The clutch was
y; Achilles was growing black in the face,
when Viney sprang like a cat upon Hennessey, fast
ened her sharp teeth in his arm and bit him till the
blood spouted, and the pain made him involuntarily
relax his hold upon the dwarf’s throat. She jump
ed aside to avoid a blow from him and seizing the
stone pitcher struck him with all her strength upon
the head. The blow stunned him, and before he
could recover, Achilles was kneeling upon his chest
with the knife that Viney had slipped in his hand
upraised and aimed at his antagonist’s heart. It
would have descended with all the force the dwarf
possessed, but Vale caught his arm and pulled it
aside from its aim. He turned upon her angrily,
all the fierce instincts of his untamed nature showed
themselves in his face; in the hungry look of his
eyes, his pale, panting mouth. But his countenance
underwent a change as he met her look.
‘No, Achilles, no blood shed please,’ she said, ’you
do not want his blood upon your hands. He is
stunned—hurt. Let him go if he will leave us and
not try to harm us again. ’
While Achilles hesitated, the overseer recovered ;
ith a sudden, violent movement he shook off the
‘I am not cruel; lam only happy; and I have
come here to make you so. Ralph, my cousin, you
have had deep sorrow; prepare for a great joy.
Sit there, while T bring it to you, like the good
fairy that I am.’
She left him wondering if she was in her right
mind, his heart throbbing violently, all his calm
ness gone. Resignation, indifference to life had
vanished since he had seen Vale’s lovely face. He
kept his eyes fixed on the door; it opened presently;
the first glance made a mist swim before his vision.
Was Vale indeed an angel and had she brought
buck the dead to hear his prayer for forgiveness ?
That silver-haired old man, how like he was to his
father; only thinner, more wasted in face and
frame and with a more spiritual tenderness—a di
vine, childlike love and yearning, shining in his
eyes, in his pale lqis that were touched with a smile
ineffably sweet. ‘So look the spirits of the forgiven
dead,’ thought the bewildered Ralph, and he press
ed his hand to his forehead as if to keep his reeling
senses from giving way under that vision. But the
apparition stretched out its arms;.the trembling
lips cried:
‘My son, it is I. I am alive, you did not kill me,
EX-GOY. WM. ALLEN, CF OHIO.
hi? sen* in Congresr. fit? was a
United Btai.es
dwarf, jumped to his feet and reaching the door at
a bound, disappeared through it, and slammed the
shutter after him. They could hear him fumble
at the lock an instant. . ... ..
‘Ah ha !’Viney laughed. I’se ahead of him there.
I knowed he’d want to shut us up in Imre, like he’s
done ole marster, so I tuk the key out when I come
m Vale went over to her uncle, who still lay on the
floor where he had fallen. He had swooned, but a
dash of water in his face revived him, and upon
Vale saying she wished he might he brougn t out
from this dungeon into the open air, Achilles lifted
the wasted form in his arms and succeeded 111
C'X’tinT him through the door and into the air.
VliepTaid down upon the grass under the trees, ho
Sitin' recovered and, though his eyes blinked at the
s'.Kong light, he smiled joyfully as lie saw the green
braves overhead and felt tae cool air on his face,
trim dwarf was locking at him with pity in his
ator before some of the present members of that
body were horn, and after a public service of con
siderably more than average length lie was recalled
from a retirement that had lasted nearly twenty-
five years as the leader of a new generation of his
life-long party. It is this later feature of ex -Gov
ernor Allen’s career, indeed, that renders it ehieily
notable and unique in our annals, which do not re
cord ar other instance where a man so long consign
ed to the oblivion that overtakes the discarded pol
itician has been called forth to become the Gover
nor of a powerful State and that State’s “favorite
on” in the Presidential convention of nis party.
‘Old Bill Allen’ has been so long the common ap
pellation of the deceased politician that the public
have generally come to regard him as a very prod
igy of age—the Methuselah among our public men.
He was. indeed, an old man, and had considerably
passed the allotted threescore years and ten, but
he was nine years the junior of General Dix, whose
death has so soon followed his own, and was doubt
less regarded as quite a youngster by Peter Cooper,
who was sixteen years old when the Ohio politician
was horn. This event occurred in the year I807,
in the ancient North Carolina town of Edenton,
where his father was a well-to-do merchant. Both
father and mother, however, died when William
Alien was little more than an infant, and when he
was four years old his half-sister Mary, who was
then a young lady and had just married the Rev.
Pleasant Thurman, took him with' her when the
Methodist minister and his bride moved from the
Old North State tc Lynchburg, Va Hero the
youngster, already manifesting unusual brightness,
enjoyed the distinction of an interview with
Thomas Jefferson and Andrew Jackson, when the
latter, fresh from his victory at New Orleans, was
welcomed on his passage through the Old Domin
ion by the author of the Declaration of Independ
ence. The public demonstration was over and the
statesman and soldier had retired to the ancient
village hotel, when William Allen, then in his
ninth year, induced his playmate, the landlady’s
son, to join him in asking the two great men if they
might come in and gaze upon the heroes—a request
which was readily granted, and led to a pleasant
little conversation that the boy always recalled
with pleasure to his dying day. As he grew
up William by turns went to the public schools and
worked in the shop of a saddler and harness maker,
for he had been left very much to shift for himself
when the itenerant clergyman, after a not very
long stay in Virginia, pushed on to the then al
most wilderness of Ohio.
—‘And he was alive all the while—alive and shut
ui> with the dead in that dismal hole. And slie
knew of it, she did it my mother ! Her blood
is in my veins* No wonder X '.ini evil to tlic coie,
no wonder that no one can care for me. Bat I nev
er knew of this wickedness; as God 1; mv judge 1
knew nothing of it. Do you believe me, V ale ?
‘I do.’ she said earnestly, coming round to him.
‘I believed you were innocent of ail the wrong that
has "been going on here, else I never would have
pledged you a sister’s love as I did this morning.
Help me; tell me what must be taken away from
he ‘Take me to Ralph please; where is my son ?’ ap-
pealed the old man , , , .,
P ‘And his son is in jail-and through me said
Achilles remorsefully. 'How much he has suffered,
and he is innocent. He must be got out at once
We must go to town and see the authorities and
procure a release for him. I will send Viney to get
a carriage and we will go at once.
'And me,’ cried the old man, ‘vou are not going
to leave me to that dreadful Hennessey ?
‘No, uncle, we shall take you with us, Vale said,
kissing him on his silver hair. _ ~
you did not hurt me: it was I that was unkind.
Forgive me ! Come to me !’
‘My father !’
TPhat pent-up feelings hurst forth in the words.
Forward he sprung, and down he dropped at his
father’s feet and embracing his father’s knees,
shook with deep, silent sobs. The old man knelt
down too. and folded his son in his arms. Vale
gently drew Wingina and
room and left the two togetlir
Half an hour after, when t!:
jail, they found a crowd colie
building, and the appearanc
oner was the signal for loud cl
tions on every hand. The «■’*
the carriage from which the £
and then a long file of
the vehicle through the ,0-j
were more delighted with,
than Viney, who rtotxU
head handkerchief energetii
beside the carriage. She had 5
and half the night before, try
Ralph’s escape aud after hia
plan with some of her own r<
dwarf out of the
1 rent out from the
iu front of the
the former pris-
1 and congratula-
escorted them to
; had been taken,
• citizens drew
streets. None
nuptial progress
i-soat lvshind the
WS"‘<fflT‘5triier
Wingina rode
Fnt the whole day
I, first, to facilitate
[•rest, to perfect a
•e for rescuing him
But there is one who loves the baby girl infinitely
better. Not Ralph, the happy owner of mother
and children, who is slicing the golden melon at the
other end of the table, but Achilles who sits at the
little madam’s left hand, and often takes the baby
from her lap. Baby knows him and loves him
well. She is with him half the time. He takes
her to ride over the fields on a pillow; he rolls with
her on the grass; he turns the crimson-hearted figs
inside out for her pretty mouth to taste. His wild
nature received its final softening and taming
through this little one. She filled his big, empty,
aching heart, and taught him the sweetness of being
loved and played with and tyrannized over by a
little winsome, hair-pulling, kissing baby despot.
He forgot to be bitter with the world; this little
darling never noticed his deformity, and patted
his cheeks as fondly as though he had been the tall,
straight type of man he used to envy so fiercely.
And Vale is the sweetest of sister’s to him, the
pleasantest of companions. As for Vale’s husband,
poor Achilles used to envy him bitterly, but he
stifled the feeling, and it yielded to Ralph’s cordial
kindness and interest in him; at last it gave place
to a strong friendship, and he could, without a
pang, see the pair standing in the veranda of the
old hall with their arms about each other.
(THE END.)
from prison. The nnexpecter’ |:rcumstance of his
release gave her intense joy, — Ithere was no sign
of it in her face. Sho rode the carriage like
the bronze statue of an An/*, t. Only once she
spoke. Among the acciaina iTj^of tne crowd, was
one of:—‘Now for the real guilty ones, boys ! Ar
rest Hennessey and the woman Medway. Lynch
them, lynch them !’
Mr. Medway heard it and became strongly agi
tated.
‘Do you hear V he cried. ‘They are going to
harm her, to kill her maybe. Speak to them, my
son.’
‘No need,’ Wingina said. ‘They will not find her
or Hennessey if they go to Ivy Hall. Nor will
they be apt to overtake them. They are gone, and
so are your best horses, and so I fear is the family
plate.’
So, she had gone after all with the brute Hen
nessey. That was itself a heavy punishment for a
woman like her. As for him, his pun ishment must
coine through the body; he had but little soul to
[Continued from 2d page.]
The old man cried out in his feeble voice, and ris
ing from his seat, tottered towards them. As be
approached, a push from Hennessey sent him back
reeling to the floor.
‘Your turn comes next, old nuisance,’ the overseer
muttered. Then he turned ta Vale whom he still
held with an iron grasp. The girl had one of those
natures that rise with emergencies. Her nerves
sensitively and delicately strung on ordinary oc
casions, hardened into steel when real difficulty or
danger menaced her, She did not struggle or
scream, her eye did not flinch as it met his and her
voice rang like the note of;a silver trumpet.
‘Dare to k'll us, villain, and you will hang for it
so sure as there is a God 011 high. Do you think
be tracked down wherever you go and dragged to
justice.’
Hpr eye, her voice shook the coward soul in him
His hand faltered: he uttered an oath, but her
words had the effect to frighten him and make him
hesitate a moment. ‘Only a moment,’ thought Vale
and she nerved herself to meet the knife at her
throbbing throat but it was a moment that saved
her, for as he lifted the knife again an arm from be
hind caught him and hurled him back. It was the
dwarf’s; he had entered anperceived in the wake of
Viney, who, seeing that Hennessey had followed
Vale, at once feared foul play and went to Achilles
with her strange story of the secret room and the
dead alive and.hurried him half comprehending to
the tomb, which he reached in time to prevent the
fatal stroke to Vale and to turn the irishman’s
strength upon himself. Neither had any weapon
for the knife had been snatched from Hennessey’s
band by the watchful Viney, in the first surprise of
the dwarfs assault. But the overseer’s powerful
muscles made him formidable enough. Achilles,
too, like most dwarfs, had wonderful strength in
his long arms and broad chest. When they first
grappled as they fell, the dwarf bad the advantage,
but Hennessey was soon uppermost with his fingers
THE PRINCE IMPERIAL.
CHAPTER X.
Ralph Medway sat in jail writing something with
a pencil in his note book when the party drove up
with the order for his release. It was decided that
Vale should; see him first, and she entered his cell
alone. He rose and came to meet her. Taking her
hands, he looked affectionately and sadly in her
face.
‘It is good of you to come and see me so soon,’ he
said. ‘You find me calm. I am quite resigned to
what may come to me. After all, it is better this
way, than trying to escape just punishment; roving
over the world—seeking to find peace that is never
for me- My only peace must come from expiation,
—from death on a gallows or confinement iu a pris
on cell.’ . ,
‘Neither is to be your fate, my cousin. I have
come with the order for your release.’
‘Release ! How ? How can that be ? Have you
been begging for my pardon, Vale ? Why did you
do it ? I had made up my mind to meet punish
ment. I felt it was my only chance for peace,’
‘Then you are not glad of the release !
‘Why should I be ? It is a release of the body.
What can release the soul i What can free it from
the corroding chain of remorse ? Nothing. I must
drag it for life—alone.’
‘Alone ?’ she repeated with tenderness smiling in
her eyes. 4 Why alone ?’
‘Why? Vale, do not look at me and smile so
maddeningly. Do you not feel what torture it is
to me ? She was here a while ago, torturing me;
but you 1 I did not think you would be so crueL’
suffer. Yet he was a man, the same outwardly as
Father Maurice—with the same bodily organism
and physical faculties. But the finer nature of the
priest could not stand the strain upon its acutely
strung chords. They were tingling with sharp ag
ony when he rode away from Ivy Hall that morn
ing; they snapped when the news came to him of
the discovery of Mrs. Medway’s crime, and of her
flight with Hennessev. First, reason gave way,
and shortly afterwards life went too, and the weak-
willed, sensitive, poetic soul, to whom love had been
a haunting curse, found rest in the grave.
Ivy Hall does not wear a gloomy look now. Love
and light hearts and tender kindness brighten it
wonderfully. In these summer afternoons, the in
mates take their early tea out of doors beneath the
trees, and they make a lovely picture in the slant
ing, crimson-tinted sunlight. The silver-haired old
gentleman is quite well now. His complexion is
rosy and fresh though his hand still trembles and
Vale sets down his tea cup and butters his toast
herself. He is very fond of his son’s pretty, merry,
little wife. He always sits at her right hand at ta
ble, partly to be near her and partly that he may
watch the cunning antics of the black-eyed, sunny-
haired baby she holds on her lap. The baby girl is
the old man’s admiration; he thinks no music was
ever sweeter than her little coos and joyous jabber
as she brings down her fat palms on her mother’s
plate. She almost (not quite) rivals in her grand
father’s affections, the eldest bom who sits in his
high chair beside him, handling his knife with all
the dignity of three years. He is his grandfather’s
name-child and a manly, generous little fellow.
OFF-HAND TALKS.
By Slim Jim.
After a Mouse.
I was quietly reading my newspaper yester
day, when I heard a scream like the whistle of
a locomotive, ooming from the dining-room.
I rushed in to see what wss the matter, and
found my wife standing npon a ehair, with her
skirts drawn tight around her ankles.
“It’s a mouse !” she oried, wildly.
“Where ?” I demanded.
“There-here—no—yes—I don’t know! Oh,
for pity’s sake, kill it! Kill it!”
“Where is it ?” I asked again. “There is no
mouse here.”
“Yes, there is, yon old fool! Don’t you see
it? There!—somewhere—anywhere—everywhere
—I don’t know where ! Why don’t yon kill it ?”
Mrs. B. isn’t fond of mice. She would rather
have a hundred dollars about the honse than a
single mouse ; and the sight of one makes the
very hairpins drop out of her head.
“Madam,” said 1, with awful calmness, “tell
me where that diminutive rodent mammal is,
or forever hold yonr peace.”
“It is in the cupboard,” she gasped. “I saw
it ran under the cupboard door.”
1 walked to the cupboard with the tread of a
gladiator, and opened it.
Before 1 could get my eyes iu range to look
for the mouse, it jumped out, and ran right ov
er my foot.
I gave an awful kick—a tremendous, heart
rending kick. And my foot went clear np to
the top of the cupboard, and the back of my
head struck the floor so hard that 1 saw all the
planets and comets that were ever invented.
1 picked myself np, and looked wildly around
for the mouse.
“There it is!” shrieked Mrs. B. “There—
there 1 Quick 1”
“Where?” I roared.
“Behind the table 1”
I sprung to the table, seized one end of it,
and gave it a jerk that brought it to the middle
of the floor.
The mouse scampered.
1 saw him running around the,room, and
plunged after. <
—Ir-ci-rs-V tasy bcfi’.rtc sto>: hi—*, tFt only BUO-
ceeded in stepping on a spool of thread, which
my wife had dropped in her excitement.
The spool rolled, and before I had time to
shut my eyes 1 found myself standing on my
shoulders, gazing curiously up at my feet, which
were tryiDg to scrape a picture of Benjamin
Franklin off the wall.
As soon as I got on my legs again, I made an
other bolt for the mouse.
1 saw it whizzing across the floor, and I bound
ed toward it, and gave one furions kick.
And kicked the table!
Then I just grabbed myself up, and carried
myself around the room on one foot, howling
like a prairie-wolf, and calling for arnica and
corn salve, till I heard Mrs. B. screaming :
‘Don’t let it get away, you fool! Get some
thing and kill it!”
I was desperate.
I snatched the first thing I coaid lay my hands
on, which happened to be a base-ball bat be
longing to Lot, and I made one murderous
sweep.
But instead of killing the mouse. I npset the
chair on which my wife was standing, and the
result was that she turned a very graoefnl som
erset over against the pantry door.
She soreamed for help, and declared the monse
was eating her ap, and refused to be comforted
till I had plaoed her on her chair again.
Then she didn’t have breath enough left to
call me a brnte, though she tried till she was
black in the faoe.
By this time I was thoroughly excited, but I
knew I must try another kind of weapon
I saw something on the table, and I made a
grab for it. It proved to be a warm huckleberry
pie, but I didn't know it at the time.
I thought I saw the mouse running np the
wall, and I hurled the pie at it
• Bat at that moment my daughter opened the
door, and walked into the dining-room, and the
pie struck her square in the face and mashed.
She began to Bbriek, and spatter, and jump
np and down, and declare she was bleeding to
death.
And Lot, attracted by the noise, came rushing
in, just in time to get hit in the month with a
loaf of bread, wbioh I frantically flung at the
mouse.
Bat the monse darted through the open door,
and escaped intothe next room.
We all followed it, pell-mell.
The little qnadrnped took refuge in the
clothespress, and my wife, who, by this time,
had got np a little oonrage, seized the fire-
shovel, and oried ont:
“Yon open the door, and I’ll kill him as he
comes ont 1”
We planted ourselves in position, and when
Mrs. B. gave the word I threw open the clothes-
press door.
I saw the monse in an instant; it had climb
ed npon a shelf, and was sitting there just on a
level with my eyes.
“There it is !’’ I bawled. “Hit it quick ! It’s
going to jump over onr heads ”
Before I oonld utter another syllable, the end
of the earth etrnok me.
A billion stars danced before my eyes, and a3
I slowly gathered myself np out of the corner.
I began to realize that Mrs. B., in aiming a biow
at the mouse, had hit me in the back of the
head with the fire-shovel.
Then we all set np snob a yell that in five
minntes about thirty neighbors had oome in to
see what was the matter, and in less than half
an hoar all the mouse-traps and oats and dogs
in the neighborhood were there, to make war
bn that one little mouse; and fhera was some
talk abont calling in the polioe foroe, and tele
graphing the Governor to send os a squad of
militia.
Bat happily this was not found necessary.
The mouse was speedily dispatohed by a
Scotch terrier, and we finally got the honse
cleared, though it teek Mrs. B. the rest of the
day to put things to rights.
As for me, ipy bump of philoprogenitiveness
is so large that it takes a number nine hat to go
round lb
PERSONALS.
What People are Doing and Saying
all over the World,
Governor Drew, of Florida, is worth half a mil -
lion.
Robt. G. Ingersoll is about to publish a third book,
“The Religion of Sword and Flame.”
Miss l.illie Duer denies emphatically that she ever
entertained the idea of going on a lerturiqg tour.
Senator Ben Hill, Charles Francis Adams and Rog
er A. Pryor are among the notables now at Saratoga.
A German newspaper says that Lord Beacons-
fleid subsists solely on champagne jelly at fifteen
dollars a meal.
The wife of Gen. Grant is said to have sent an in
vitation to the Princess Louise to visitlier iu Wash
ington next Winter.
The Duke of Argyle is viewing points of interest
in and around Boston. He has passed an hour in
the company of Longfellow.
The butter Statue lady, Mrs. Brooks, is coming to
the front again. “Little Butter-Cup” will be the
next subject for her clieese-ei.
Fred Douglass made au address to the colored
people of Martineburg, W. Va., on Thursday, advi
sing them to think hopefully of the race.
Superintendent Walling, of the New York police,
asserts positively that the stolen remains of the
late A. T. Stewart have never bee»> recovered.
Frank Murphy has not left California, though he
lost money while in San Francisco. He is now
holding successful meetings in the town of Peta
luma.
The money set* aside for printing the handsome
Boston edition of Mr. Sumner’s speeches is said to
be already exhausted, and there is doubt of the
completion of the work.
The rumor that Miss Mildred Lee, daughter of
General K. E. Lee, is engaged to he married to a
rich merchant in Birmingham, England, is denied
by that lady’s friends here.
Miss Anna Dickinson has written a book, which
the Harpers will publish shortly. It is called “The
Ragged Register,” and is made up of reminiscences
of life at various summer resorts.
The degree of LLD., conferred upon Senator Thur_
man is not like some degrees received by politicians.
Sen. T. is ascholor as well as a statesman, and a
graduate of the University of Virginia.
Gen. Wool’s monument, near Troy, New York, is
said to be the longest stone shaft of its kind which
the world has seen for three thousand years. Cleo
patra’s needle is only nine feet longer.
It took a great deal of coaxing to get Secretary
Sherman to say that he is a candidate for the Presi
dential nomination, but he finally did say it. As a
matter of news it hasn’t yet startled anybody.
Thomas Wright, of Bristol, Va., cut from his own
breast with his pocket knife, last week, a large bul
let, which lie received in the battle of Chickamauga
in 1864. He was shot in the back, the ball working
round to the breast,
Man fork Marble has surprised New York by get
ting mat Fed aud sailing for Europe before anybody
knew an jibing about it. Mrs. A. W. Lambord, for-
mec-AjL'M'-igusta, Maine, is the bride- The eerc-
' "rlbriy ;<i early on Wednesday moru-
c oprt?i,Viuy' cfiurcti, in ihe presence only of
the 'rei^Jfa.ind the sexton, and the pair sailed for
Havre^'1 the Pereire at half-past nine.
Two Texan legislators had a fisticuff in the House
of Representatives at Austin, on Friday of last
week. Ashbel Smith, Democrat, of Harris, and Bob
Taylor, Republican, of Fannin, both octogenarians,
were quarreling, when the lormer approached Tay
lor and kicked him. There was au uproar, when
Smith hallooed to Speaker Cochrane: “I was only
Illustrating the Governor’s position of pay as you
go.”
Mrs. Weston, wife of E. P. Weston, the pedestrian,
writes of a Brooklyn friend that her husband had
very little sleep or rest before the six days’ walk in
which lie won the belt; aud that he lias had but lit
tle since. He is busily engaged with Sir John Ast-
ley every day, and his leisure hours are occupied iu
receiving calls. A number of his admirers are ar
ranging for a concert, to be given in a lew days at
Alexandra Hall In his honor. It is not probable
that Weston will return to New York for several
weeks.
Since the publication of the notice that Mr. L. W.
Scoviile, of the firm of Scoviile. Seldeu A Co., of the
Kimball house, would go to Lynchburg his friends
have been quite active to see if arrangements could
not be perfected to have him remain in our city.
It is probable that the firm will be dissolved, but
we are gratified to state that it is possible that Mr.
Scoviile will remain in our city, aud as joint pro
prietor of one of our hotels. He has a host of friends
iu this city who do not want to see him leave. His
courteous manners and thorough knowledge of the
hotel business makes it very desirable to have him
remain.
Lucy Walton Rhett Horton, on Tusday last at
Washington, instituted suit agaiust Joliu II. Mor
gan for breach of promise of marriage. Thealleged
false one is a son of U. S. Senator Morgan, of
Alabama, and a young man of handsome face aud
fine presence. Miss Horton avers that the youug
man made an engagement in 1877 to marry her iu
the month of October of that year, “and that she has
been always ready and willing to marry him, but
that he has neglected and persistently refused to
marry her, and still refuses, although the time at
which it was agreed the marriage should take place
has long since elapsed.” The young lady is quite
pretty, intelligent, and is said to be of good social
status. The suit will not come up lor trial before
the spring of 1880.
Secretary Sherman is in a miserable dilemma.
Justus he is on the eve of his departure for Maine,
where he intended to make some stump speeches
on money questions, with a puff or two for Secretary
Sherman’s financial achievements, begets notice
from Maine that they don't wan. any finauce talk
from Sherman’s standpoint. Maine is badly torue
up, and the Republican’s havn’t yet forgotten last
year’s campaign, when the money question about
broke up the party. What they want up there is
some horrible Southern outrage fresh from the
vivid-mind of Blaine, and they don’t propose to
fool with anything else if they can avoid it. Asa
matter of fact there is no man in this country who
can grind out a more atrocious and thoroughly piti-
lul Southern outrage than John Sherman when he
gets his powerful intellect down to that kind of bus
iness. But Sherman is uncomfortably placed now
with a personal campaign on his hands, which
would most likely go to pieces if Southern outrages
are to be made the important feature of the cam
paign leading up to the uext Pr uideucy. Oi tnas
Issue nobody will want Sherman for a candidate;
the general rally will be around Grant, and Sher
man is not now prepared to go into Maine and work
up a lot of third-term enthusiasm. On reflection
the Secretary of the Treasury may find himself too
much occupied with public business to go to Maine
at all.
Strange but true.—Neuralgia and headache
have at last been robbed of their terrors. Neural-
ginc never fails to cure them. It contains nothing
hurtful to the system. Hutchinson & Bro., pro
prietors, Atlanta, Ga.