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THE PROGRESS, TERMS, $1. Per Annum. Hew to the Line^ Let the Chips Fall Where They May.” JOHN E. HOWELL, Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XII. NO. 8 VIENNA, GA., TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 1893. PUBLISHED WEEKLY. HOW TO LIVE. 6o iliould we live that every hour, May die as dies the natural flower. A self-reviving thing of power. That every thought, and every deed, May hold within itself the seed, Of future good and future meed. AN INTERRUPTED VERDICT. HE lights were turned low the courtroom, and about them slowly circled the foul, heavy air, adding to the d i m n e ss. Judge Green- goods had gone to his dinner, having a n- nounced his in tention to re turn at 9 o’clock unless moned sooner by the agreement of the jury. The District Attorney had packed away the papers that had seen their day in his green bag, and, arm in arm with his assistant, had strolled away, pausing now and then to whis per a caution to a bailiff, and to re ceive in return more or less authentic information. The prisoner had been led over the covered corridor—another Bridge of Sighs—into the jail, to await his fate in the cell where murderers were al ways kept, as the great iron ring in the centre of the floor, for their better se curing, attested. His counsel had accompanied him to the stairway, and then had turned into the office to have a smoke and a chat as to prospects with his friend the Sheriff. “Dubious,” said that functionary, munching on his cigar. “The Judge was agin him from the fust, and the jury seed it.” The reporters had hurried away with their notes, first arranging for telephone calls when a verdict was reached. High above the Judge’s bench ran a gallery. At the end nearest the win dows was a door. Before this door sat a court officer, and behind it were the jury, discussing, and so vigorously, too, that again and anon a muffled sound would descend to those who waited. These were few in number—the jan itor of the building, the clerk, who lived out of town and had brought a lunch with him; three or four attend ants, the blind crier, dozing in his chair, and, in the further corner of the spectators’ seats, an old woman and a young girl. The former of these two was stiff and motionless, her features set sternly, and her eyes burn ing with a fierce desire. The latter was plight and yielding; she swayed from the weakness thnt terror had brought, and would have rested her head on hor companion’s arm had not an unrecognized antipathy prevented. There and thus they had sat through out the day, the matron a stone and the maiden a reed. Finally this young girl spoke. “Grandma,” she said, “why does that man sit without that door?” “He is on guard, my child, to see that the jury are secure and unmo lested.” “But why should they bo locked up “Jn order that they may render a verdict and thus punish the wicked.” “But surely each one must have known what he believed when the case was finished, and confining them won’t cause them to change. ” p “No, but discussion may.” ! “Then that would be yielding to other infiuences than that- of the evi dence, and that would be contrary to ths oath they each one took. ” “Some are strong and sensible, nnd others are weak and foolish. It is proper that the will of the former should prevail.” “But that wouldn’t be their unani mous judgment then, and who can say but that the weak nnd foolish may not sometimes bo right? Besides they must be hungry and tired and cross. And when people are cross they are unfair. Oh, what a dreadful thing is the law!” “What a dreadful thing rather is murder. Think of your only brother done to death by the Barlings. I only wish the old days of drawing and quar tering had returned. ” “Oh, do you really believe—” “Believe! Don’t I know? Hain’t the Knowleses and the Barlings been at odds this fifty years? Didn’t the boys quarrel at the tavern? Haven’t we heered the detectives’ stories and this lad’s admission? What if the others did get away ? He was there, and he done it as much as them. And the jury will say ‘Swing,’ you mark me.” “But there were two who seemed to believe his story. ” “Them poor critters iu the back row? They dassent trust their own feelings in the face of the others. Do you mind that racket? That will set tle their doubts in short order. Now you shut up, Patty. If I thought that one of my kin wouldn't rejoice in the death of an enemy, I’d turn her into the street without a shawl to her back or a shoe to her feet.” “Poor, poor Tommy!” sobbed the gfrl, as she trembled before the indis tinct sounds of wrangling that came from above. Patty Knowles shrank still further away from the stony bosom and the threatening arm, and tried to think, as if thoughts could bring comfort. It was all too awful to be real; she must be dreaming; yet why could she not awake? Was it true that she, with, her grandmother, was awaiting in court the verdict which should shamefully destroy their enemy, and that enemy her old comrade, Tommy Barling? Ah, there were substances, not shad ows, about her; her mind in its peace- sul slumbers had never imagined any thing so cruel! Yet he would bo ac quitted, how could she doubt, when the jurymen as well as she had heard his frank, simple story and had seen the candor of his beautiful face? Had she not watched them and'detected expressions of sympathy, of confidence, on at least two of their countenances? And if these msn had once trusted would they dare to condemn ? Then, indeed, were not they the murderers who would slay for relief from cus tody, from fatigue, or from fear of their associates? Oh, a dreadful thing was this law which beclouded the truth when it was so evident! Hadn’t Tommy explaine ? that he was removing the obstruction from tbe track when the “wildcat” so unexpect edly came around the curve and struck it, and was derailed? Couldn’t they understand why he had remained silent when asked how he happened to be there? Surely, any one could see that he had discovered his brothers’ plot and had striven to thwart it, but was now too loyal to im plicate them. The idea that Tommy, her gentle, true-hearted Tommy, would connive to slay the only brother of the girl he loved! And yet, when he had refused to answer, the Judge, who surely should be impartial in action as well as word, had swung around im patiently in his chair, and the District Attorney had smiled, oh, so ironically, and shrugged his shoulders and said : “You see, gentlemen. See?” The case which had occupied the Aberdeen Oyer and Terminer for the past week, was, as the District Attorney had said in his opening, “awful in the simplicity and directness of its proof. ” At the further end of the county, amid the arid sand plains, the Barlings and the Knowleses had occupied adjacent farms for many years. The railway ran in front of their dwellings, and the young men had grown up half farmers, half linemen, gleaning from the two occupations livelihood and recreation. There had been a constant feud be tween the two families, sprung from some forgotten trivial cause, but en hanced into bitterness through paucity of daily interest. There were three Barling boys, of whom Thomas, the defendant, was the youngest, and one Knowles, the brother of Patty. This latter had encountered one evening the two elder Barlings at the village tavern, and a quarrel and a Bcuffle had ensued. It was the follow ing day that a “wildcat” train, of which young Knowles was engineer, was derailed and he thrown from the cab and killed. Thomas Barling was seen running away from the place where this accident occurred. His brothers disappeared, but the detec tives, incited by liberal rewards, caused the arrest of the lad, claiming that it was he who had set the obstruction on the track. His presence, his flight, his terror, certain incoherent words which he had uttered on his apprehension, consti tuted the main points of the ease against him. His defense hadbeen necessarily brief, consisting of his youth, good character, and his own story slightly corroborated—that he had been en gaged in removing the obstructions, when the “wildcat,” of whose existence he had not been aware, came around the curve and struck. But on the question of how he happened to be there at just this time he had remained silent. Solemnly the great clock in the courtroom beat out the dragging mo ments. The bailiffs droned stories and yawned. The clerk scribbled on the back of papers. The crier slept the sleep of childhood and smiled over its reviving scenes. The old woman sat erect, motionless, intent like another Sphynx, awaiting the culmination of burning desires. Perhaps she alone could explain that ancient feud; per haps when that bosom had been ten der and that arm softly responsive to caresses, an inujry to her beauty had been the dragon’s tooth of this future. Perhaps the past now returned to her: for expectancy hath its panorama of spent, but not dead, emotions. Cer tainly little Patty, as she saw the grim face growing grimmer, grew faint with dread, for in its lines she read ven geance upon Tommy and woe for her self. There was a sharp, demanding rap on the door of the jury room. Its drowsy guardian sprang to his feet and unlocked it. There were whispers, and then once more the door closed, the bolt was shot, the sentinel sat at his post. Once more, but with a differ ence. Tbe man no longer lolled. He was big with the coniciousness that every eye was upon him, big in the possession of a secret which he had no right to know. The great clock ticked warningly, for the hours of excitement are mo ments. It was nearing the time for the Judge’s return. The clerk set dockets and pen and paper in order. The bailiffs shut windows and opened doors, and turned up lights and took their stations. There was one whose post was by the door at the end of the gallery leading to the jury room, which opened upon the main stairway of the building. The guardian of the jury room was his friend, and, as he passed, whispered a single word. The bailiff stepped to his place and beyond. He leaned over tbe rail and gazed down into the gloomy corridor. The front door swung open, a dignified form entered. He recognized it, and in an instant was leaping down the stairs. And in another instant Judge Greengoods knew at what verdict the jury had arrived, knew that the solemn words which he had mentally arranged during his walk thither had not been marshaled in vain. Many sharp eyes had noticed the passing of that single word from officer to officer, and ere the crier had begun his sonorous proclamation bailiffs and attorneys] and Sheriff and prisoner knew that the verdict was “guilty.,’ Patty knew it, too, for she had watched that guardian at the door as if he held the portals of her happiness. Patty knew it, and a great sob swelled in her heart and hardened into a resolution. In this moment of extremity, when human and Divine powers had coalesced against him, she would be by her old playmate’s 6ide to comfort, to sustain, to bless! She looked at her grandmother. That expectant gaze had not yet changed into triumph. “I will go a little closer, so that I can find out,” she said, and the old lady nodded an eager approval. Down the narrow iron stairway along the wall came the jury—swaggering, hesitating, stuttering. Patty leaned against the little door of the railing which divided the courtroom, thus separating the goats of spectators from the sheep of the bar, and studied the faces as they passed. Stolid, im movable for the most part; but there were two that seemed worried and dubious, and they were the faces of the two men in whom she had put her trust. Oh, cowards! Why had they not preserved the courage of their convictions or why had they put them selves in a position where faint heartedness is a crime? The jury took their seats, these two men in the place* which they had occupied during the trial, Nos. 7 and 8 in the rear row, directly behind the foreman. Prom the anteroom came Tommy, and sat by his lawyer along side of the table in front of tbe Judge’s bench. How pale he was, but how quiet, how stern! Was it possible that those lips which had ever curled in smiles could be so firm? Why one might be afraid of him, that is, one who didn’t love him as she did! Patty brushed a tear from her cheek as she gazed; it seemed as if he were already dead, and that it was his cold gray shade that now appeared. “Call the roll, Mr. Clerk,” said Judge Greengoods, and, as that func tionary obeyed, each juryman answered “Present”—complacently so, too, ex cepting Nos. 7 and 8, who looked as if they wished very much they were else where. No. 7 was a tall, slender, bent young man, awkward and bashful, who was perpetually blushing, either be cause people were looking at him or because he imagined they were. He also stammered. No. 8 was a short, thick-set, aggressive-appearing old gentleman, very deliberate in action, slightly deaf, but ever ready to slay any one who imputed such a defect to him. Consequently, No. 7 dropped into a pool of stuttering, where he hopelessly floundered, and No. 7 shouted “Here” some time after the clerk had noted the attendance. “Stand up,” said the clerk to the prisoner. And Tommy arose and stood with folded arms, a fragile yet in trepid Ajax defying the lightning. But, oh, it was dark about him; if there might be but a single ray of sym pathy, then he could endure. The court officer at the little gate was nat urally more interested in the proceed ings than in his duty. He moved for ward, and Patty slipped within the rail. “Let the prisoner look upon the jury; let the jury look upon the pris oner,” continued the clerK. “Gen tlemen of the jury, have you agreed upon y >ur verdict?” The foreman dropped his hat and folded his overcoat and straggled to his feet. In that silent instant of suspense there was a fluttering sound, and Patty flew to her- old playmate’s side. She threw one arm about his neck, and stood with the other ex tended toward the jury box like a guardian angel performing her mission. She upraised her face glowing with with light of love, and Tommy bent his head and kissed her tremulous lips. “We have,” answered the foreman. “We find the prisoner”—but here arose confusion. Prom the touching tableau Nos. 7 and 8 sprang forward on either side, both noisy, incoherent, and in dignant. Prom the spectators’ space an ancient fury with blazing eyes and twitching fingers was menacingly ad vancing. “Silence! Order!” cried Judge Greengoods, rapping sharply, and the crier reiterated his command. The bailiffs rushed to their posts, One caught the grandmother at the little gate and forced her back; another gently placed Patty in a chair, but she leaned against the prisoner and clung to his hand and annointed it with her tears. Once more the silence of suspense prevailed. “We find him guilty, your Honor,” blurted the foreman. “Or at least I thought we did, but these two gentle men seem to object.” Then again there was confusion. The District Attorney, his assistant, the defendant’s counsel were on their feet together and talking at once. ‘ ‘Sit down 1 ” thundered Judge Green goods. “Mr. Clerk, poll that jury.” “Guilty,” answered the foreman in response to his name, and “guilty” answered the succeeding five. Then came No. 7’s turn. He sprang forward, apoplectic with determination to ex press himself and for once unconscious of his own personality. “Not guilty,” he screamed, “and I’ve been trying to say so ever since we retired. ” Then No. 8 deliberately set each foot in place and arose. “Your Honor,” he said, “lam thoroughly convinced of the defendant’s innocence, and I un derstood that we all were. I am a man, sir, not apt to be mistaken, and there must be some chicanery at work here. I solemnly protest against the verdict as given by the foreman, and I beg to say that I am prepared to main tain my judgment for the rest of my natural life.” “It is evid" T >t, your Honor,’’said the prisoner’s counsel, “that there has been a mistrial. I would ask that the jury be dismissed and the defendant released on his own recognizance, un less, indeed, my learned brother will agree to an order of nolle prosequi—” “Never,” exclaimed the District Attorney with on oratorical swing. “Never. I have a duty, sir, a sacred duty that I owe to the people of this great commonwealth which sustains me.” “There, there!” interrupted Judge Greengoods, “of course, of course. I dismiss the jury and continue the case unto the next term. The prisoner is remanded without bail. Adjourn court, Mr. Crier,” and with a very dis satisfied expression contorting his reg ular features “his honor” hastened away to his club. The Sheriff led his prisoner away. The lights were turned out and the great building was left to the ghosts of sorrows and the echoes of sobs. And little Patty driving home with her wrathful grandmother dared smile through her tears. But before the next term news came of the violent death of the elder Bar ling boys in a foreign land and oftheii prior confession and assertion ot their brother’s innocence. The grim jail yielded up its captive, and the cell where murderers had been chained knew his guileless nature no more. Impotent rage increased the weight of years until they crushed the grand mother into her grave. The feud be tween the two families was buried with her, and over their joint farms Patty Barling now presides as a happy mis tress. —New York Times. Tomatoes are fruit as well as melons and cucumbers. The distinction be tween a vegetable and a fruit is puz zling at times. A technical difference is that a fruit incloses the seeds of the plant and matures above ground, while plant growth matured under ground is vegetable. Louis XIY,, though a “fine gentle- j man,” was noted for his wantoi clean- * lines*. RECORD OF RIDING. HOW THE SADDLE HAS DEVEL OPED FROM EARLY TIMES. Way In Which It Was Fishloned by Different Nations—Some Saddles Are Very Richly and Curi ously Ornamented. K YERY Nation brings a new saddle to increase onr cata logue—the Marieluke, his of crimson velvet; the Tartar, polished wood; the Pertian, painted gilt and inlaid with ivort; the Moor, scarlet velvet; the Sicilian, gaudy bead; the Soudanese, sewn with gazelle sinew and coveredwith croco dile hide ; the Mexican, l-ether richly decorated; the Bokhaem, painted wood interset with bone while from Bombay and the Punjaub come those of purple and silver; fron the South Sea Island, saddles deco'ated with cowrie shells, and Ice] aid sends a species of chair covered wih repousse brass. Some idea of the importsaee of sad dlery will be received whet it i3 said that England exports to foitign ports annually an amount of saidlery and harness that is valued at ha! a million of pounds. None of this coties to this coup try, where it is bellied that American leather is the bat in the world. All saddles are mde on the McClellan model, used alii* for civil and military purposes. Ths consists of two straps of beachwool, which form a skeleton or frame, krength- ened by iron braces, and o sr iihis a covering of tannedpigskin is stetaked, while stirrups hung to the sale Mout leather complete the struetur. TThe difference betweed this war sadle and that of the Thirteenth lentnry portrayed by Viollet le Due, applied with a high and pointed cantlibgainst which the knight was proppJ, while he held his lance before him i a firm and straight attitude, is as greaas the contrast drawn by Sir Walts Scott in “The Talisman” of the two pigpts that met in the desert—Sir Knne^h, of Scotland, mounted on a iassilve Norman war horse and the S' his agile Arab steed. period. This was for the pommel and cantle to be continued in a circu lar hand or rail which completely sur rounded the rider, who must have climbed or dropped into his saddle. A curious specimen of this description is a German “tilting saddle” of the Fifteenth Century, which is preserved in the Tower of London, bought in 1858 from the collection of the Baron de Peuker, of Berlin. It is made of wood and covered with hide and can vas, upon which there has been paint ing. The front measures over three feet and forms a shield for the legs of the knight who, when fairly mounted, would be carried forward in a standing rather than a sitting position. with gold and pearls, and the harness, etc., of silk and gold. The saddle under the reign of Jamei I. became less elegant, but Charles L. SADDLE OF HENRY V. TILTING SADDLE. The tower also owns another Ger man “tilting saddle” of bone dating from the same period. This is carved with ornaments of dragons, foliage, and has its ground and hatchings fitted with color after the manner of enamel ing. An inscription in the old German is inscribed upon it—“Ich hoff des pesten dir geling. Hilf Gott wol auf Sand Iorgen nam” (I hope the best fortune may attend you. May God assist you in the name of St. George). Four other saddles of a similar kind are in existance, one at the arsenal in Schaffhausen, one in the museum at Batisbon, a third in the Benne collec tion in Constance and the last in the Germanic Museum. The saddler’s art in the Middle Ages was brought to a degree of per fection which the present age has never seen and scarcely realizes. The horse cloth, which was introduced about the Twelfth Century, and the coverings for the haunches and neck represented in Norman manuscript are rich with armorial decorations and are often blazoned with numerous quarterings. In the olden times knights nnd ladies were not content to ride on plain leather seats, and consequently their saddles were covered with thick vel vets of splendid color, richly embroid ered, gilded, carved, printed, studded with rare gems and precious stones or seeded with pearls. It is not difficult to appreciate the saying that a “knight often wore his castle on his ’s back. ” . The back of the raised e” was the chosen field for the fan-* of the saddler, its flat surface fferjng a suitable place for the de- that were carved or painted here. ird3 and flowers were the favorite sub jects for the ladies’ saddles, introduced ]v Queen Aijpi^C the wife of Richard IL, who taught her female attemjrfhts t) ride sideways, while battle scenes were/«iosen for the men. Previous to ti, s the ladies had ridden behind tbelT knights on a pillion. The Archdeacon of Bath, alluding to who attempted to revive knightly cus toms, returned to the sumptuous sad dle. His state saddle was a gorgeom affair, being of crimson velvet richly embroidered, while the saddle-cloth, also of crimson velvet, was covered thickly with seed pearls. The head stalls, reins and stirrup-leathers were also luxurious and effective. Oliver Cromwell used a large, plain- flapped saddle, very heavy and cum brous, like the ponderous Flemish an imal he bestrode. The next century brought the type of saddle which, with various minor changes influenced by military requirements, has survived unto the present day, and which does not seem likely to be superseded in the main lines of its construction. The saddle rooms at Windsor Castle contain the sumptuous trappings be longing to Tippo Sahib’s war horse, of crimson and green velvet, rich with embroidery of gold and silver -wire; the magnificent Turkish horse capari son, embroidered with gold on crim son satin, once the property of George IH. ; a complete set of Indian adorn ments of red, green, silver and gold, presented to the Queen by the Thakoor of Moiri; a Persian chabraque of crim son silk covered with golden Bprigs; the saddles used by the Queen for re views and public ceremonies, and the two sets of state harness embellished with coats of arms. The Empress Eugene still preserves the black leather harness, ornamented with the imperial arms, which belonged to Napoleon IH., as well as the red velvet saddle, splen did saddle-cloth and golden stirrups used by him in the disastrous cam paign of 1870. • While the trappings of the horse have been^-growing simpler in the The art of horsemanship dates remote antiquity, but it is not kr' . n when saddles came into existence, l 1( j for centuries only a cloth separ'.q the rider from his horse. Wb e plumes rose above horses’ heads ap bits and bridles were of solid go! , while flowing tassels streamed from t*> thje unmartial manners of some of the harness, beils made music for tl pevrughts of his time, says that they necks and the richest embroider* i eSmse to be painted wars and eqnes- cloths covered tbe horses’ sides, tl 1 trlaian contests on saddles and shields Egyptians, - Assyrians, Persians ai in (Order that they may please tliem- Greeks, despite these elegancies, roit’i selves with an imaginary sight of bat on simple pads or cushions similar t 1 ileti which they dare not actually se those still used by the Bedouins r. upcAu or see.” , Asia. The Scandinavians, howevei Ftom the ordinances of the Saddler s used the saddle as far back as the Irr i Conipany, of London, we learn that in the Fourteenth Century three guilds Age, and the bronze pommels andsti rups now to be seen in the museum Copenhagen, prove that their wor manship of this branch of art was an elaborate and complex nature. According to pictorial represent! tions the saddles used by the Angl Saxons were of a primitive order- mere shallow cushions or pads. Th horseman or rider sat low on th- horse’s back. The pad was frequently decorated with a fringe of tufts of hair, probably tbe tails of some an imal. The ends of the pad were slightly raised with a foreshadowing of | pommel and cantle of a later develop ment. The Normans gave prominence to pommel and cantle, which in their hands rose to a considerable height in a curvilinear form. Some excellent representations of this type are seen in the celebrated Bayeux tapestry, sup posed to have been made by Matilda, the wife of the Conqueror. We must recall to mind that to the prominent pommel of his saddle William the Conqueror lost his life, for according to the old historians his horse treading on burning embers of the ruined city of Mantes reared and threw his rider upon the prominent iron pommel of the saddle, which pierced his body and caused his death. t were* implicated in the making of sad- dlesUthe joiners, who made the sad dle tree ; the painters, who decorated the saddle, and the saddlers, who were uetriiv Western-Countries, the Oriental taste Cmainet has remained the same during a score of centuries. Prom Constantinople to Bagdad, and from Bagdad to Delhi, the traveler becomes familiar with horses proudly caparisoned with panaches, tassels and bells in profusion, richly tippo sahib’s saddle. colored housings and furniture in pur ple or crimson satin with braid of gold, applique work, and frequently deco rated with jewels. Everything gay and glittering, but never out of harmony with the picturesque surroundings. — Washington Star. BLCCHEB S SADDLE. responsible for the important work. Aiiong the directions of the period is a prohibit ion against painting in gold orj>ilding the back of a saddle save in layng on of pure go]jl'Tpt tbe maker is allowed tonaiht the'Hsaddle bow in frui t accordnig to the dictation of his fancjC Thu oldest English saddle in exis ted ;e is that of Henry V., representing thff examples in use in the Fifteenth Century. All that remains of this is the sipidle tree, which is of oak, and still retains the padding of hay cov ered! with^tnvas. This historical relic, which is now c^tr[ Henry's tomb in Westminster Abbley, was originally resplendent with blue! velvet powdered with golden fleur de lys, possibly in memory of Agin- conrt. The saddle is twenty-seven inchfps in leAgth. Many magnificent exanaples of tte saddler's skill in the Sixteenth Century still exist. A fine collegtion in j the Royal Museum of t Dresden contains one specimen owned The next change in saddlery oc- by th.e King qf Saxony, the bows of curred about the Thirteenth Century, whicn are ora when jousts and tournaments became reprefeentatio: popular in England, which method of fins, 1 sa moi warfare consisted of combats between some * f these horsemen armed with long lances, in intaglio and whose object was to tumber their an- splendid collection, too, of these an tagonists out of the saddle. The “tilt- mored) saddles ini Madrid, made m the ing saddle” then became a necessity, same century. 1 Some of these are oi This consisted of a plain seat with a velvet, 1 massively embroidered raised padded back, extending round precious in stale, IDamascened or chased A Lesson That Was Appreciated. There is in the employ of a Maiden Lane house a traveling salesman who is six feet tall and who is not afraid of anybody or anything. He is habitually polite, always treats other people with consideration, and expects to be so treated in return. One day the tall salesman entered a Western retailer’s store, politely of fered his card and uwaited the jewel er’s pleasure. The merchant delib erately threw the card on the floor and turned away. The tall salesman was highly incensed by the insult, and gently touched the jeweler s shoulder as he said in a subdued but determined tone: “If you don’t pick np that card and apologize I will pitch yon over your safe.” A glance assured the jeweler that his visitor was able to carry his threat into execution; so he picked up the card, apologized, and has since been a regular customer of the man who taught him to be polite.—Jewel er’s Weekly. A Bullet Proof Uniform. The proposed new uniform of buUet proof cloth for use in the Austrian Army will look like this. The so-called ented with elaborate of battle scenes, grif- and rich foliage, ing in repousse, others chasing. There is “Kid,” the Apache Renegade. The Apache renegade “Kid,” wh» now seems to bo completing Yic- toria’^loody vw>rk in the Southwest, is a member >n<ne San Carlos tribe of the Apache Nation, so named from the fact that their home camps are stretched along the San Carlos River, a small permanent tributary of the Gila River from the north. * The San Carlos reservation in Arizona com prises about the best available farm ing region and catlle district of the Territory, now perfectly useless to settlers end the home of about 5000 Apaches Rnd Mojaves. In 1881 “Kid” was a young Indian living on the reservation—tall, clear eyed, handsome, for an Indian, and well formed. Up to this time, when he was about twenty years of age, he had not been off the reservation, and had become a favorite with officers whose duty took them there. At about this time Lieutenant Fran cis J. A. Darr, United States Army, one of the most experienced and suc cessful of Indian trailers, returned from scouting the country to the north and recruited his company of Indian scout? at San Carlos, enlisting among others “Kid.” This was the Indian’s first military experience, and the first time he evei Relics of the Race at the Fair. The Anthropological and Archaeolo gical and Historical Building at the Fair was designed to show to the peo ple who live now what and who were heir predecessors, to settle disputed [uestions of perl^-ee and to prove THE HARRISON PEACE PIPE. had a rifle in his hands that he could called his own and a well-filled car tridge belt at his side. For four years he remained in the company, and dur ing that time he was an exemplary 30ldier in orory resueef. There was no use denying the fact that “Kid” was a superior Indian always. He^ - as a thinker and not in- , - - dined to participate in all the vices of j great stretches of gay leathers for his race, and, besides, he bad a peculiar , chieftains heads. In the cases are- magnetism that drew all the scouts of relics so rare they have no com- his company about him as a tacitly ! mercial value. The most elaborate recognized leader. Under Lieutenant OT>Q ° ori 1 H1 that family histories should only be traced a few thousand years backward. Beyond that even the four hundred are apt to And their ancestral blood boiling in the veins of a murderous savage from the north or lazily sleep ing within the naked flesh of a jungle native. “With these remnants of the oldest and, therefore best families of other days came their tombstones also, a really comforting thing f->r the. col lectors to do, since with these hewn monuments at the head of the pile of sand the skeleton feels at home save for the lack of green to oover the grave. In other cases the rock coffins were also shipped, these clammy things adding greatly to the genejal cheerfulness of the tout ensemble^”^ Bones and graves are not the only attractions here. The races which formed the basis for yourself have also been ransacked for garments and utensils^and appliances of war nnd peace to show the growth in the matter of dress and all affairs connected with actual life. The tribes, whose beginning nobody knows, have sent tents and pottery which might be mistaken for relics of the Pharoahs. Brown descendants of some Oriental band contribute from distant Sitka and Mexico images and monuments cut with strange hieroglyphics and bronze utensils which show a skill worthy modern handicraft. Recent races send peace pipes and crude dresses and weird combinations in ivory, all helping to unravel the science of man. The American Indian receives much attention, with several sections de voted to his rise and fall. It is quite probable tbai tbe beat oollooA-iotv i*». this line is the one made by D. B. Dyer, of Kansas City, who was for many years a Government agent. with mats and beds made of roimS sticks braided with rough ropes and Darr he had scouted Arizona thor oughly from McDowell south to the Mexico line and the southern section of New Mexico, often penetrating 100 to 200 miles south into old Mexico in one is a solid silver pipe presented by Major Harrison to the Shawneweese tribe. General Washington gave White Swan, a Wea leader, an equally valuable token of good friendship. It is a medal presented in 1795. Other to ZUUmixes sourn rmo om — “ , MeB Me crowded with implements pnrS ! U ,11,- „T,d and war machines and costumes worn the tnifobm. the sides and encompassing the loins in gold with de of the rider. Many of these have I beautiful work: neither saddle bow nor pommel. In ' In the “Caleml tbe following century a shield was in- for the yeair 167C troduced for the protection of the of a saddle vised rider’s thighs. This extended down who was esAn the flanks of the horse and was attached record is a \V t-o the saddle, forming a part of it, j £266 13 Another curious feature is noticeable j Queer; for the first time in the saddles of ths ! gf as of spirited and “P- of State Papers i there is a description by Queen Elizabeth, cloth is made of successive layers of compressed hemp, compressed cotton corset steels, etc. The giant statues of Rameses, y fond of riding. The j Egypt, were place! in position by ' t to pay the sum of; rolling them along greased planks. tbe There are 465,000 school children in gland’s metropolis David Smyth, rer, for a side saddle j 1 richly embroidered I Egg scouts were so carefully and rapidly performed that the “Kid, 5 who by this time had been made Sergeant, knew the country quite as well as his commander, and could locate the posi tion of every water hole, spring and fine pasture. It is obvious, with such perfect knowledge of the country, accustomed to every hardship from childhood, in ured to every fatigue and privation, that he could at once be a most useful ally or a most dangerous foe. His ex perience in the service of the United States taught him military methods and tactics. Discipline he always chafed under, but his individuality and self-reliance have aided to equip lim as a scoundrel far superior to any >f his predecessors, not even accepting “Magnus Colorado,” the most noted lesperado up to 1865 that this country ver saw. In 1883, shortly before General Crook assumed command of the Terri tory, there was general disaffection among the reservation Indians, and this feeling was sympathetically re flected even among the Indian scouts. About this time 160 well-armed and mounted hostiles of the Chircahua tribe came up from Mexico, fell sud- ienly on the San Carlo3 Agency, forced ill members of their nation to join ‘hem, and swept back into Mexico, eaving a trail of blood and fire be hind. ° Some sixty white settlers were nurdered on this raid, and “Kid,” who was the First Sergeant of his jompanv at the time, was on the trail in rapid pursuit of the marauders. As the trail became hotter the ani- nals of the fleeing hostiles gave out md were abandoned on the side hills. [t seemed to make no difference to the jeouts when these animals were un mistakably horses stolen from whites, but while swinging through the Las Animas range the scouts perceived some abandoned Indian stock, and among them a favorite pony belong ing to “Kid” himself, which he had left at San Carlos with friends for safe keeping. The fact that the hostiles had stolen Indian horses as well as those of whites quieted all disaffection in the company, and the grim determ ination to avenge the wrong soon be came very apparent on the scouts faces. The hostiles were caught in the Hatchet Mountains three days later, and out of 160 bucks but ten escaped alive, among the dead being Loco, the hereditary chief of the Chiricahuas. Probably the facts that Indians were his enemies may have made "Kid loyal for * few years afterward, but the natural cynicism of his disposition md falling into “tiswin” drinking lowered him until he committed his first murder, that of a cowboy on the Gila, and this made the other murder ous acts easy.—New Aork Times. by great warriors and brave bucks.— Chicago Herald. Pigeons for a Warship. The cruiser New York is to have a fine unwarlike attachment in the shape of a cote for carrier pigeons. The feathered crew will have fine quarters, and G. W. Childs, of Philadelphia, has pigeons’ cote presented TO V. S. CRUISER NEW TORE BY GEORGE W. CHILDS. provided for them. His presentation is a home very luxurious and ingenious, and the Secretary of the Navy has ac cepted the gift. The pigeon cote oi culver house, as it is called iu Eng land, is a place of residence in which any bird might be proud to live. At the front a platform is built on which the bird is supposed to alight. The wire door is then opened, and the premises are open to the bird. The cote has been placed aboard the ship with its feathered colony, and in case of disaster the birds can be released tG carry messages, olive branches or bul lets, as the case may be.—New York World. Zoar, Ohio, is the abiding place of a An Expensive Egg. One thousand dollars for egg is a arge sum even for a collector to pay. 2et this appears to be the market price ■>{ a perfect specimen of the egg of the gigantic fossil bird Epyornis. The egg j3 several times as large as that of the sstrich, but is not otherwise beautiful. But then it is rare, which is not sur prising, since the Epyornis left off lay- ng some thousands, or perhaps hun- ireds of thousads, of years ago. M. Hamelin can get them if any man can, md he promises to put one or two on rhe European market. He is going back to Madagascar, notwithstanding the fact that having unfortunately got i chief, who was his “blood-brother, killed in his service, he has had to take over all the deceased gentleman e family, including his wives. The or chid-seeker sees, and does, strange things.—St. James’s Gazette. To the residents on other planets, that is, of course, providing there arf mystic band of German communGD , — onv e«th 1a »-bright bl« who hold all property in common place being within itself. jaiinatuxo hin^oiu I —this on account of the cerulean hut of our atmosphere- v. t