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i ATHENS, GA., TUESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 2.1882 - ; ONE DOLLAR A YEAR that his flh* dow. There, sufficiently revealed in the raining moonlight, was the figure of a woman, arrayed as for a bridal; bat it lingered only for a moment, and then deliberately moved away. It paralyzed me. For an instant 1 felt Inclined to read in it an easy mockery of my own egotism. Not for long, however; a feeling *lqn to anger soon steadied me, and 1 said to Henry: BEFORE THE FIRE ALICE IS INSANE yon get op now we are lost! Keep year seat. I will hold the .skiff alone.’ The task was» harder one than 1 had bar gained fox, iowever.. It was a Very difficult matter to dip the ears properly in such a heavy sea. “It taxed all my coolness and knowl edge of boating, to hold the frail skiff straight across the boiling sea. A sin gle mismovement now would send as to the bottom. When 1 realized this 1 con fess I felt alarmed. It wa» yet a long distance to land, and I knew that, strong as 1 was, the situation was destined to test my endurance to the almost. “ ‘1—I wish 1 could help yoa,’ chat tered the bine lips of my companion. 1 made no reply, bnt set my teeth hard and urged the skiff more swiftly on its course. “The wind seemed to rise each mo ment. Great clouts of water splashed over my person and the hiss of the boil ing sea seemed like the mocking growl of a hungry animal abont tospringUpon its prey. I breathed hard: I was tiring with the awfol strain. “1 fain would have called on Dolph, only 1 knew should I relinquish the asks for bat one second it would end ihe straggle. 1 mast sit where 1 was ^nd hold the nose of the skiff oat of the trough of the sea till land was readied else we were lost. Could 1 hold out? This was the supreme question of that terrible moment “I was wet with perspiration, and my once stalwart frame trembled from toy long and unwonted exertion. 1 soon realized with a shudder that my strength was departing. It .seemed to me at that, moment that there was no possibility of oar reaching land again. i S “I had on my heavy beaver Maraud a belt strapped abont my waist, loaded with hatchet and cartridges. JPFith these I should stand no show the struggle for life in the water which at that moment seemed inevitable.. I dared not drop an oar to lighten mysjelf. At length 1 looked at my chatterixjft com panion and bade him remove mj? belt. He did not move, hot seemed froaten in his seat. . “ ‘In heaven’s namel^cried 1, jpxe off this belt, Dolph. It’s heavier than so I much lead.’ He moved then to obey me, trembling with the wet and colu. After some difficulty be managed to teach me. wno was a-ioofcm as if he’d more'n half a mind to ride off and let ’em shift for lay i:i prison like St. Paul, * .1 to too guards that boUl vm (rim i -t^at. ilit-y *at by n># and held me thrall— ;1 - ..as named llwiyet, the other Doubt, the twilight of that hopeless *n shining suddenly . ,k me by the band, and ns I tuse. .uns grew soft and slipped away from •rs gave back and swung without a THE JURY WAS OUT JUST ABOUT TWENTY MINUTES. “I’ve seed some brave -fellers in my time,” said Denver Bill, filling his short, black pipe with the air of a man settling down to a long story; “and 1 don’t ’zactly think myself .a coward. Bat the bravest chap I ever see war my pard, Dandy Jack Houlston. “When he fast come to ns at Dog Hpl- low he looked so all fired spruce, and had such a fine show of Boston togs on, that we thought him a reg’lar soft ’on, not worth a case; bnt he showed ns what gfit war ’fore he got through, yon bet! He had been thar two days when Gougin Jim, the ugliest man in the hall crowd, got pl&yin it down pretty bad on a poor old crippled Frencher, who kept a possible store. Up steps Jack and says, very quietly, bnt as if he meant it: “ ‘Don’t you see that man’s a cripple? Let him alone.’ “Jim looked quite took aback for a minute, and then he whips out his knife and hollers: ‘“Hold your cussed tongne or Til cut it outf “But ’fore he could strike. Jack had him by the wrist, and give him the neat est little wrestler’s trip as ever yer seed, and down went Jim, fetchin his head ritch a lick agin a stone that for more than an hoar he didn’t know the ten o’ clubs from the Ten Commandments. “Wal, from that day Jack was jist like a king among ns, and Gougin Jim froze to him as ef he’d been his brother, and thought nothin that cad do half good enough ferhim. “But it’s jist when yew’ve struck pay gravel that the water ginerally begins to soak in, and it was jist when every thin was goin right with us that sethin came and spoilt all. “Old Jack and I war standin by Hag gerty's grocery one momin when the Rockville stage cum along, and all at once 1 seed him turn pale as a peanut. 1 looked up, and thar, inside the stage, 1 seed jist ’bout the puctiest gal 1 ever sot eyes on, and beside her a tall, black ’aired chap, who 'peared to be makin love to her as if he were hired at five cents the word. “Jack jumped forward, quite wildlike, an hollered: “ ‘Hev you got a place left aboard? “ ‘Guess so—jist one.’ “ ‘All right—I’ll take it.’ “And ’fore 1 cud say ‘whisky 5 he gev my hand a grip and says to me. ‘Take care o' my traps till I come back, Bill,' an he war off. “That war the last I saw of Dandy Jack, and it warn’t till a good while arter that 1 heerd the rest o’ the story. But when I did hear it, yew may bet yer boots I didn’t forget it again, and 1 kin tell it yon jist as if 1 seed it all my self. “This gal that poor old Jack war so sweet on war the daughter of a rich old chap who’d got a ranch not far from the upper fork of the Rio Grande, and her dad had sent her to visit some folks at the east, and she war comm back arter bavin quite a good time. “This black ’aired cuss that was with her was a fellow named Granger, an I old chain of her dad, and pretty nigh as rich as he was. He had managed to jine her on the road hum jist as if by accident., bnt 1 reckon that air accident war done o’ purpose. “Jack went with them right on to Rockville, bnt he never got a show, for this Granger was one o’ them smooth tongned,' oil and honey cusses that don’t give nobody a chance, and he kep’ so close to his gal that Jack cn’dn’tget savin a word to her. “As for the gal herself, I guess she war sorter balancin between ’em, and hadn’t quite made np her mind which on ’em she wanted; bnt anyhow, when poor Jack squeezed her hand at partin she giv him back just ’nuff of his own squeeze to make him feel a heap better’n what he done afore. “Wal, at Rockville, old dad and some of his friends war waitin for the gal, and they all went home together. “One day all the folks went out for a ride over the parairy, and the gal, never thinkin no harm, pat her horse to speed and sot off for a good rousin gallop by herself. Bnt Granger had his eye on her, you bet; and he kep’ her in sight till all the rest war out o’ sight, and then he ranged np alongside of her and got hold ox her hands and asked her, flat out, would she marry him or not. “What she’d ha’ said in answer to him I can’t, tell yer, nor nobody else, neither, 1 reckon, for, afore she end open her mouth, a man com gallopin along as if old Nick war arter him with a ten pronged pitchfork. They’d jist time to know him for Dandy Jack when he lifted hisself in the saddle and screeched ont to bust his throat: “ ‘Bide for your Hvest The prairie’s onfirer “I guess they didn’t wait to he told twice, and indeed the hosses war off foil jump the minute they heered the shout, just as if they understood all about it. Away they went like the wind “Hev yer ever see’d a parairy fire: “ ‘I can’t talk sweet to her nor make lying promises to her, hut I can die for her! Could yon? “How grand he most ha’ looked, saying them words, and how orfnl t’other feller must ha' seemed beside him! I reckon the gal felt it, too, for she held ont her arms to him and cried: “ ‘Jack, Jack! for God’s sake— I’m sure the horse'll carry us both—come! “Jack answered nary a word, bnt kissed her hand and gave her hoss one cut with the whip. Away it went, and away went Granger alongside, and poor Jock war left there alone to die! “Bnt m tell ye one thing—if ever 1 meet that cuss of a Granger agin, TO skin him alive with this yar bowie, yon see ef I don’t! “Wal, it was touch and go with them ■ other two; fur afore they cud git to the clearin the fire cum so close that their clothes war putty nigh singed off ’em with the Ilyin sparks. However, they did git hum at last, and the folks nude an everlastin fuss over ’em when they found ’em alive after all But when the old dad took his darter in his arms and thanked God that she was spared to him, the gal bast oat a-cryin fit to break her heart and robbed ont: " ‘Don't, don't, papa. I’d sooner have died fifty times over than have been saved so!’ “And Granger, who was the only one thar as knowed what she meant, looked ■bout as happy as a wolf in a trap. “However, he warn’t the man to be beat so easy, he warnt; and a couple o nights arter, when the gal had begun to straighten up a bit arter her scare, he cum around to whar she was sittin’ in the verandy, and he commenced palav erin’ her agin. She looked up at him for a miunte, as if she didn’t half un- lerstand what he war aimin at, and then she clasps her hands with a sort o' shiver, and cries ont, in a voice that warn’t a bit like her own: “ ‘Never say another word like that to me—never! I've allowed the bravest and noblest man that ever breathed to throw away his life on me—oh, the mis erable coward that I was!’ “She’d hardly spoken, when Granger giv’ a jump and screeched ont: “‘Gracious heaven! there’s his ghost!' “And off he went like forty hurri canes; and that was the last o' him. “As for the gal, she looked aronnd to see what had skeered him so: but the nex’ minute she ffelt mighty like makin tracks arter him. For there, not ten yards off, lookin white and ghostly enough in the moonlight to ha’ fright ened a. blind jackass, stood the figger of Jack Houlston! “ Whether she war gwine to faint or to run or what thar ain't no sayin, for fore she end fix to do anythin at all the ghost had his arm aronnd her waist and giv’her a kiss as didn’t feel'very ghostly. “ ‘Oh, Jack, are you really alive after all? says she, clutchin his arm with both them' little hands o’ her’n, as if to be sure that he was actilly thar in flesh and blood. “‘Yes, darlin,’ says he, kiss in her again. .. “And them he told her how he’d man aged to sarcumvent the fire. When he war left behind arter they’d rode off he’d nary hope of ’scapin, and his idee war to save hisself from the pain o' bnrnin alive by blowin his own brains out. “Jist then his eye fell tin the dead hoss, and a lucky thonght cam to him. Qnick as lightnin he out with his bowie, ripped open the karkiss, scalloped ont all the in’ards, and then got inside and lay snug, like a b’ar in a holler tree. “He hadn't more’n jist got fixed np 'fore the fire cum sweepin right over him, hissin and roarin like Old Nick, and makin everythin so hot and choky that he felt as if he cudn't bar it half a minute longer, bnt he thought o’ her and he put through somehow. And then when the fire had gone by and all war el’ar he cum ont ag’in. “There ain’t no more to be said. They war married ’boat a month arter that, and they’re comin down hyartohavea look at ns all some time this summer, and ef we don’t give ’em the very tallest kind o’ blowout when they do come may I be scalped by the fast Injun I meet! And now let’s liquor, for talk- in’s dry work.”—Buffalo News. and the smile of the ana la the heavens is seen. One may forget that the world ham ills By taking a ranter across the hills. Away from the bustle and everyday grind On a high mettled sued at the thoroughbred kind. With exultation the bosom thrills When taking a canter acram the hill*. When the body aeems fettered in listlessneas. chains. And the blood goes sluggishly through the veins. It is better than powders better than pills To go for a canter ssrmi i the hills. -Susie 2d. Best in Philadelphia Ledger. LEFT A LOOP HOLE FOR THEM Ihey Did Not Avail Themselves It—This Retires the Case As to UUta Johnson—Alice Goes To The Asylum. , :. v is of some magic fewer unfurled. ’reading o'er enchanted ground, mother and a kindlier world. -ter of that blaak and bolted keep newest is Life: the angel’s name la Memphis, July 30.—Alice Mitchell was declared insane by the jury after twenty minutes deliberation. Judge Dubose’s charge was a full ex position of tbe law and was satisfactory to the counsel on both sides. It is no secret that the jndge would like to try the defendant for mnrder and he gave the jnry a loop hole by which a verdict of the same might have been rendered had they wanted to avail themselves of it. He charged that if they fen .id Alice of unsound mind in certain points,. but Archibald Lampman in Harper's. the bottom of it.” We proceeded to the house and into it. 1’iIE VEILED GHOST, and into the library, where all was silent as we had quitted it. I lit the gas. Heqry’a first act was to survey his mother’s portrait. Then he made search for the mysterious paper. A PULL FOR LIFE. :he fall of last year I received a -am from the wife of my friend, y Todd, requesting my immediate tice at his house, which wsfe in the :ry. 1 knew my friend to be soma- whimsical, and at first imagined >mc fresh freak was imminent, my arrival at the beautiful little :e <’f C I was greeted by Henry his wife With the most cheerful I was passing mi evening with Jack Harlan, the noted landlooker and specu lator. The latter phase of his occupa tion, however, has come in later years. In the old times he was dependent on his daily toil for subsistence. He has a comfortable home now, a nice family and an assured income, so that he can afford to talk lightly of his past life while roughing it in the wilds of Michigan and Wisconsin. “So youHvish me to give yon a little of r* experience while looking land, Jim?’ said Harlan. 1 assured him that nothing would please me better, since 1 knew he must have met with some interesting experi ences daring the long period of his tim ber life. Jack was not given to “b!ow- mg his own bogle,” yet at times, under the mellowing influence of a hickory' fire on a winter’s evening, he would talk by the hour of the woods and his adven tures therein. It was' a btustrv night outside, and Jack sat before the fire holding little Bess, ins youngest child; and smoothing her dark ringlets with his big brown hand. 1 could see that he was in a rem iniscent mood, so 1 waited patiently for him to speak. ' ; ~ “Do you kuoW, 'Jim,” he said at length, “1 was never frightened bnt | twice in my HfSj? I have met with many adventures, but nearly always I conld see my way out somewhere, and man aged to remain fairly cool through it all. But on two occasions 1 quite lost my head, and very nearly my life.” 1 nodded as he ceased to speak, and “ft Was test yqars ago last November that Dolph Weuder and I set ont on a two weeks’ tnin®, looking land in the region about the headwaters of the Muskegon. Tbe weather was cool and the air bribing, just the season of the year for big game, so Dolph and 1 took along onf Winchesters, with plenty of ammunition. “We meant to bring down some game, even should we Bud plenty of timber on the land we had been sent to estimate, i was quite a Nimlrod in those days, and would rather hunt titan eat. “On the afternoon of the fourth day we halted oqtfeilju&k of a large lake. The lanC. sgdwireorto look over, on “It is gone,” said he, in awed tones. 1 proposed that we should adjourn till morning, so that we conld have daylight upon the subject. Immediately after breakfast Henry made for the library, and I followed him. Just then we heard the piano strnck by expert fingers in an adjoining room, and a rich, low voice sing the notes of an air which 1 had never heard before. I felt that I conld not listen to it and stand, so strangely did the melody float and linger, and flatter and die away. Meantime Henry was wandering abont the room. “What can have come over that poem, 1 wonder?’ I heard him say as he lifted an ink bottle, a book, a decanter, and looked under them all in turn. “Wait a moment for me,” 1 said to him as 1 slipped out of the room and joined the musician. It was his sister, of course, and 1 joined her just as she concluded the in fernal or supernal melody, and know ing not what better to do I requested her to favor me by repeating it. “Do yon like it?* she quickly asked. “It is a wonderful thing,” I returned. “May 1 ask whose are tbe verses and who is the composer? 1 “The verses are my mother’s and the music is my own.” I was stupefied. “Do you possess a written Copy of them?” “No; bnt I conld not forget them. 1 feel so sorry sometimes, for I have lost the manuscript in her own handwrit ing-” „ ± . “Excuse me for iAtag.MtaPTodd; bnt have yon a copy of tlmlm} verses in your own handwriting?" a “1 have not, Mr. Winslow. I sing them from memory.” “This is very extraordinary. I cer tainly read those verses in tn&hnscript last evening.” “Indeed!” she exclaimed, looking at me curiously. “Most likely yon heard me sing them late, and that may have cheated yon into the idea. I played and sung them last night.” My first proceeding when 1 reached my bedroom that night was to drink a glass of brandy , my next to untiea. packet of fine«l*rcfa powder, with which I had armed myself some hours before. A little later, when not a sound was heard in the bouse, you mignt have seen me slip off my slippers, take np the pow der, cautiously invade the hall and row the entire area of it with powder. When I entered the library I shut out the moonlight, which was playing the mischief with my fancy, and lit the gas. I then seated myself in the chair which faced the hanging portrait of Henry's mother, and I conld see my own reflec tion plainly in its glass front. Presently 1 detected a series of slight sonnds in the distance, as of some one astir. While my heated imagination was busily forging fetters for my judg ment the library door opened slowly and the moving image of the portrait, draped in white veil, made straight for the curtained window, leaving in its wake at every seep the white impress of an unmistakable reality. 1 saw at once, of course, that it was Miss Todd who stood before me, bnt had a planet been at stake 1 conld not have moved or spoken. She opened the window shutter very deliberately and the moonlight streamed into the room, transforming everything and imparting to her features and her figure an indistinct and shadowy beauty, which was altogether spiritual and un vestured of decay. I saw her take from a-fold of her thick veil a paper, which she read over in the full light. I could see her eyes—that they wore a look as if they saw nothing nearer than the land of darkness. Her face was like the face of one who had been dead. I was trembling like a leaf when the figure moved straight tow , A me, and holding fortte.^-Jhs raid, in a strange, far. bnt sane enongn to confer with her counsel so as to properly contradict his defense they might nnder the law ren der a verdict of sane. . He read authorities touching the alight value to he attached to expert medical testimony, bnt kept strictly within the bounds of law thronghont. The jury was ont twenty minutes and returned the following verdict: “We, the jury, find the defendant. Alio* Wiit'ii Mrs. Todd bad gone, Henry . iu a solemn whisper, which filled ... with conjecture: ■•1 nave something to say to you when ,ui opportunity; and as it concerns v. we must not speak of it before ivhjdy. Here she is! Tom, this is y -istcr! Mary, this is my dearest and friend, Thomas Winslow, Es- ” e, iuojury, unu me oeienaanr, Alice Mitchell, insane, ami that it would endan ger the public peace to set her at liberty.” The veteran editor, McGallaway, was foreman. By this verdict the defendant will be confined to the asylnm at Boliver. If she recovers she can still be tried for the murder, or tbe case can be sol pressed, as the attorney general may elect. The finding of the jnry means the re tirement of the case against Lillie John son. Alice showed not the least emo tion at the verdict. c could see that Henry was very fond his beautiful sister; bnt this would •• interested me less perhaps through- the evening bad I not detected in manner a solicitude respecting her which it was impossible to perceive Mrs. Todd made no attempt to help me oat of my bewilderment, but with finite tact supported a conversation on fifty topics, without once touching upon the ul-gram. At last the ladies retired. Henry seated himself opposite me, and leaning forward, just as far as the feat was safe, said very solemnly: "Tom. I've had a communication from my mother! I lyive seen her too.” Hi- mother had been dead for twenty WATSON’S WITNESSES. The Investigation of HI* Recent Charges Beguu la Committee. Washington, July 30.—In a close, itnffy room in one of the corners of the house wing of the capital, the special committee to investigate the' charges made by Representative Watson of Georgia to the effect that members had been seen drunk on the &■.-or of the house, met Friday evening at 8 o’clock. bnt some of the VTvll. Henry,” mid I in a careless h:*n. "what sort of communication -now you.” and he ares* and ■1 me a document, saying, “I re that from her own hand.” ” * A wild wind shall blow, Ato! ihe beautiful snow Shall cover my ifary and me— And happy wo’!l sleep Far dawn in the deep. My sinless sweet Mary and me. ■ v with a kind of awe that I read Watson was prompt, members were slow in arriving. '■ When the committee was called to or der. Mr. Watson was requested' to make gdod the charge that there had b'en drunkenness in the house. He sub mitted to the committee that the reso lution appointing the committee had been addpted long after noon, and then called to meet at 8 o’clock. He had not had time to procure his witnesses, and he wonld prefer that the inquiry go took the paper from in* 1 mere Tell me the whole affair. 1 suppose y u take that communication, as - yon call it, ! o refer to your sister?” “I do,” he said emphatically, “hot I'Ui tell yon wh.it happened. "It has been my custom to sit late in this room if the nights were fine. The moon shone right in on me one niglit lately—the third, I think, after Mary*# arriv.il—and I could see myself reflected in the glass of that chalk drawing hung above yon there. That drawing is a portrait of my mother. •It was after midnight. Suddenly l found ir. y self regarding my own reflec- t; r.. when behind my chair—in the glass—1 saw something shape itself. 1 did not stir, bnt looked and distinctly saw a figure draped in white leaning over me. and the face was the face of my mother! 1 saw the figure pass by that door from this room. "On the third night afterward I had gone to lied, but conld uot sleep. 1 dressed and came down here to select a book. 1 carried a taper. . “When 1 entered, standing within those curtains, close to the window and fronting me, was the form I had seen before, draped from head to foot in white, the face risible — my mother’s face—-and extending toward me a sheet of paper which was unfolded. I took it ft m her hand, as she approached and passed me, leaving the room. 1 sat down and read the verses which seem to have impressed even yooxself. Now what do you think of it all?’ "Is your sister informed?’ I asked, evading a direct reply. "By no means.” “That's right.” The night was wearing on, but it was beautiful without, and 1 proposed a stroll. The ladies had retired, so that we were free. Not a soul in the house was astir, and out we went. Suddenly tnrning toward my moody friend, I again rushed into the subject, reckless of any • "ling of his own. Show me that paper again,” I de- ~ untied. J hare left it,” said be, and was about retu rn to the house, when I inter rupted him. Nevermind. 1 remember the lines, sx ’ am determined to sift tbe matter on spot. It seems to me that if there is %r '-king supernatural abont it, it is a '’proatural blunder. " ■ deny that tlte spirit of your mother b&* speared to you. Twotbings are at at: > rate deducible from these communi- tatioiis. Either its effect was not intel- - ’ifitiy calculated or it was malignaat- . devised.” • I drew myself up about this stage of headlong gallop over my friend, just to have a look at him and to adjust my self. "Let ns return," said he, suddenly ■inking his arm iA mine. “Perliapa you ir " right. Tom. But you are driving [ -e to supjKwe that there is something wrong with myself.” Gnr conversation had drifted from the subject altogether when we approached the house. “There is some one on the lookout for ” I exclaimed, as I looked toward the Window of the library. “Oh, God!" I heard Henry jpoaa, gl over for a day. He understood that the- investigation, though nominally directed, at the house, was intended x'or him. Be dht-hot fear. He courted investigation. He Was asked by the chairman for a list of the wit nesses he would like to hare summoned. In response he gave the namqs of the following Republicans: Khiel, Butler, Davis, McKeigh, Simpson. White of Iowa, Halverson, Lagan and Otis and Messrs. J. H. Turner, and H. C. Saffeli, and Miss Bessie Dwyer. Turner is at present in St. Louis, and tbe question arose as to whether inquiry should be delayed so as to enable him to be sum moned. It was finally decided that he should be summoned, and tbe sergeant- at-arms was instructed to telegraph re questing his appearance. ^ TWO FIENDS HANGED. Terrible Vengeance X-ted Oat to tke Beastly RapUts. Nashville, July 30. ~A Knoxville special to The American says that An drew Bealson and John W. Willis, last Wednesday outraged Mrs. Wm. Dilke near Jacksboro, in Campbell county. They first bound and gagged her hus band,'and he witnessed the affair. Friday they were captured and iden tified by Dilke and a mob of 140 mao took the two fiends from the jail and hanged them side by side to a tree. Tbe outrage committed upon Mrs. Dilke was in revenge, she having refused Bealson and Willis and married Dilke a abort time ago. A Deserted Wife’s Revenge. I Atlanta. July 20.—Alice Smith, at young white woman, was the victim of a terrible punishment at the hands of a deserted wife here.. Two ounces of vit riol was dashed in her face, patting oat one of her eyes, and horribly disfiguring her face. Some time ago, John Olive, a machin ist working at the Van Winkle shops, left his wife and 3 months-old babe to live with the Smith woman. His wife a* discovered his conduct, and made every effort to get him to leave the woman and return to her. Olive refused; and then the deserted wife went to the room occupied by the Smith woman, carrying her babe in her arms, and calling her to the door dashed vitriol in her face. Mrs. Olive was arrested, and tbe Smith woman taken to the Grady hos pital, where she now is. - A D. A x>aib & McCarty Bros , Ferti lizers. < Successors to Adair Bros & Co.) Drab Sib:—The Electro poise I bought from your agent in October last has given entire satisfaction. Tbe use of it has effected, I think, a permanent cure on me. I had tried many remedies a? : .i 'asantness of voice: “Is it not *.i> beautiful? Yon may take a copy from it if yon like, bat do not lose it again.” I started to my feet, and to my as tonishment I did not startle the beauti ful sleeper, who had strode away as stately as she had come, leaving in my hand the simple manuscript, which 1 held fast, as if it might take wing. When I went down states before breakfast I found Henry making a'puz- zled scrutiny of mysterious footprints, the unaccountable thing being that up on the steps there were shown the’foot prints of a man and a woman, and~with- inthe library the evidence of feminine invasion only. . The light I was enabled to throw upon the matter brought a smile to the countenance of my friend that broaden ed presently into a laugh.—B. P. in New York News. -- As an after-dinner piU, t • streueri t v tbe stomach, assist digestion, and ooirect any dilious tendencies. Aver’s P*Us arc considered tbe best. B 'ng«ng«-caat- ed, they are as agreeable “ ' tion, and may be taken by the most deli cate. The will of Bobi. Tsylor is now be ing r corded and is shoot the longest Wal, if yer hevn’t I guess yer cud jist as soon git an idee of what it raily is as yew end put Niagary in a gal’s thimble. Fast thing yoa see is a little carlo’ smoke far off. Then, all at once, it be gins to git thicker and Tedder 1x0111 the edges, and suddenly ye hear a rush like a river comin down in foil flood. “Then up through the smoke goes a big spout o’ fire, and all behind vet’s one sea o’ great red, roarin flames leapin and twistin and shootin up into the very sky and rollin after ye like a waterfall. “Wal, that’s the kind o’ thing poor old Jack and the other two hed got at theii heels, and 1 reckon them bosses didn’t want much spurrin! But though they went like the wind the fire gained on ’em, for you want' a start o’ twehty mil« to race it fair. However, they war still putty well ahead and .lookin out with all their eyes for the fast sign o’ SanctUac the Chinese In. Eaolr Pass, July 30.—Smuggling Chinamen into the United States through Texas at this point in violation of the exclusive act, has become exten sive. Seventeen foreigners have been purchases. She was in tears when her husband came home, and to him she mill that Ewens had insulted her while she was in his store, having made an indecent proposal to bar. Albright, without deity* tunted Ewens up an4 administered a sound thrashing, where- • upon the latter had him arrested for as- ••nU anil hatfprv AlhH»llt clearin ’round the ranch, when all in a minnt the gal’s boss gives just one gasp and tumbles over. Down jumps old Jack like lightnin and had her np in hi- sault and battery. Albright was placed under bond, tbe question of provocation teat being considered the justice.
