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THE SKELETON HAND.
Yielding to a miserable habit had
mints me. It hug blasted ray pros
pccts, destroyed tuy business, alienated
my friends, and brought me down to the
lowest point id' existence. The habit
had altogether overcome nte. In vain
1 struggled against it.
One evening I was sitting iu nip - mis
erable home emving for the stimulus
that now was necessary to my life.
Rising, T walked to the cupboard where
it was kept. My wife knew well my
intention. She followed me with her
eyes.
I went there desper.it*' and careless—
only eager for the gratification of my
nppAite.
I reached forth my hands, trembling
ly seized the bottle, and was about rais
ing it to mv lijs*.
But at that very moment, just as the
bottle touched my lips, I felt a terrible
sensation. JU was as though someone
bad graspea my throat.
“Wife!” I cried in a deep, fierce
voice. “ llag! do you dare?" aud turn
ing, with clenched fist, 1 struck at what
I suppose! was my wifi. For I thought
she was trying in this violent way in des
peration to keep me from drink.
But to my surprise 1 saw my wife sit
ting by the fire-place with her work in
her hand.
It could not have been her evidently.
A terrible feeling passed through me.
iShudderinglv I raised my hand to feel
wlmt it was that was at mv throat, or if
there was auythiug there at all, which
seemed to lie grasping me so tightly.
Horrors of horrors!
As I raised mv hand I felt the un
mistakable outlines of a bony thumb
and bony fingers pressed against my
flesh. It was a skeleton hand that
clutched me by the throat.
My band fell down powerless by my
side, the Ixdtle crashed on the floor. My
children awoke at the noise, and wife
and children stared at me with white
faces.
There I. trembling in every limb,
stood transfixed with terror, the awful
feeling of the supernatural now fully
possessing me. Unable to speak, 1
gasped with fear. 1 drew away my
body but my head was still held by the
same dread and invisible power. I could
not move that.
But at last T felt the grasp relax.
I staggered back, the grasp ceased
altogether, and I drew off to another
corner of the room, endeavoring to go
as far as possible from the place where
this mysterious tiling had seized me.
.Soon my wife and children turned
away, the former to work, the latter to
sleep.
And, now, gradually my craving re
turned. Yet how could I satisfy it?
My bottle was broken.
J took my bat, fumbled in my pock;
filii'Uiiitfe'ibat lay in a corner, I went
forth into the darkness.
It was not without some feeling of
trepidation that I entered the dark pas
sage-way. Fear lest the same thing of
horror might return again agitated mo.
But 1 |>assed on unharmed and reached
my old resort, where 1 laid by bottle on
the counter. The clerk soon filled it.
With an irresistible impulse I clutched
the bottle and rushed forth to drink the
liijuor.
I hurried off for a little distance and
came to the head of a wharf. Here,
unable any longer to resist my craving,
I pulled out the cork so as to drink.
Scarce had the bottle touched my
lips when I again experienced that ter
rible feeling.
My throat was seized, this time more
violently, more fiercely, as if by some
one who had already warned me, and
was enraged at having to repeat the
warning. A thrill of horror again shot
through me. Again the bottle fell from
my trembling bands and was crushed to
fragments upon the stone pavement.
Again I raised my hands to mv throat,
though in deadly fear; but the motion
was mechanical—a natural and invol
untary effort to tearaway the thing that
bad seized my throat —to free myself
from the pain and horror of that myste
rious grasp. Again I felt there under
my touch, plainly and unmistakable,
the long, hard, bony hand which I had
felt before. One touch was enough.
My hands fell down. I tried to shriek,
but in vain. I gasped for breath, and
thought that I would be suffocated.
But at length the grasp slowly and
unwillingly relaxed. 1 breathed more
freely. At length the touch was no
longer felt.
I paced the streets for a long time.
At first every vestige of my appetite
bad been driven away by the horror of
that moment. As time passed it began
to return. Once more 1 felt the craving.
True, the fear of another attack was
strong, and for a long time deterred me;
but at last the craving grew too strong
for the fear.
Nerving myself up to a desperate
pitch of resolution, I rushed back to the
shop where 1 had last purchased the
liquor.
“See here!" I cried; “I’m crazy for
a drink ; I broke that bottle! Give me
a glass, for God's sake—only one glass!"
Something in my face seemed to ex
cite the man’s commiseration. He
poured out a glass for me in silence.
With trembling eagerness I reached
out my hand to seize it. With tremb
ling hand I raised it toward my lips.
The grateful fumes already entered mv
nostrils. My lips already touched the
edge of the glass.
Suddenly my throat was seized with a
tremendous grasp.
It was as though the power which was
tormenting me had become enraged by
my repeated acts of Opposition, and
VOL. II—NO. ia.
w ished now by this final act to reduce
me to subjection forever.
This time the grasp was terrible, it
was fiercer than ever, quick, impetuous.
In that dread grasp my breath ceased.
1 struggled. Mv senses reeled. 1
raised my hands in despair. I felt again
the bony fingers. I moved my hands
along bouy arms.
In my madness I struggled. I struck
out my fists wildly. They struck
against what seemed like bony rilis.
At last all sense left me.
When I revived I found myself lying
on a rude benth in the bar.
1 rose to my feet and tried to get out.
The noise that 1 made awoke someone
inside. He called out to me.
“ Hallo there ! are you off?"
“ Yes,” I said.
“ Wait, I’ll let you out.”
11c appeared in a short time.
“ You lmd a bad turn,” said lie, not
unkindly. “ You’d better take care of
yourself, and not be out at night.”
I thanked him and left.
When 1 reached the house mv wife
waked up and looked fearfully at me.
Amazement came over her face as she
saw that 1 was sober. 1 kissed her aud
sat down iu silence.
She looked at me in wonder. Tears
fell from her eves. She said nothing,
but I saw that she was praying.
As soon as the shops were opened I
went out and managed to procure some
t*kxl which I brought to the room. 1
then left to go to my employment.
Through tire day 1 felt an incessant cra
ving, but my horror was so great that I
would far rather have cut my throat
than ri-ked having that hand there
again.
My wife said nothing. I saw, how
ever, by her soft eyes, the gentle joy of
her face, and the sweet, loving smile
w ith which she welcomed me home, how
deeply this change iu me had affected
her.
Thus forced to be sober, my circum
stances improved. There was no longer
any danger of want. Comfort came,
and peace, and pure domestic joy.
Remorse for the sufferings which I
Had caused to mv sweet wife made me
more eager to make amends for the past,
that so i might efface hitter memories
from her mind. The revulsion of fool
had ever been unkind. I made no pa
rade of reform. I made no promises
and no vow. Nor did she ever allude
to the change. She showed her joy in
her face and manner. She accepted the
change when it came and rejoiced in it.
1 still felt an anxious desire to get at
the bottom of this mystery, and once 1
told the whole story to my medical
man.
He was not at all surprised.
Doctors never are. Nor are doctors
ever at a loss to account for anything.
“ Pooh,” said lie indifferently. “That
is common enough. It’s man in a potn.
The brain, you know, becomes eonjest
e*l, and you see and feel devils and skel
etons. Cases like yours are common
enough.”
To me however, my ease seemed very
uncommon, hut, whether it he or not,
my case lias resulted in my salvation.
And never will I cease, even amidst my
horror, to lx* grateful to that Power
which came down clothed in terror to
snatch me from ruin with that Skeleton
Hand.
Aunt Ha gar’s Linger Cake Recipe.
So rn /i nuh AVtci.
A lady asked : 4 Aunt Ilagar, tell me
how you make those nice ginger cakes.’
“Oli, Missus! Them's the easiest
tilings in the world to make ! Just take
some flour and sift it in a trav. and beat
up a few eggs, and git some syrup' —
‘ But how much flour do you take ?’
‘ Well, you sec, honey, that's ’cording
to the size of your family. If you has
a large family, you takes a g*xxl deal;
if you lias a small family it don’t take
so much.’
‘ Well, how much syrup do you take?’
‘ Ob, honey, that's ’cording to de
quantity of flour you takes out. Then
you take some ginger and spices'—
‘ Well, but how much?’
‘Oh. that's just 'eordin to your taste.
Some likes ’em hot and some don't.
Then you makes 'em up and rolls 'em
out and cuts ’em and puts ’em into de
ovin and bakes ’em, and they’s ready
for the table.’
‘ Well, but don't you put any butter
on them?’
‘Oh, j*cs, ma'am, I puts butter on
’em!’
‘ llow much?’
* Well, you see, Missus, yon can use
your judgment about that. Some folks
likes a good deal and some folks don't
like ’em rich much. W.
A despairing gambler hurried from
the jtortals of the Kursaal, tearing his
hair and crying angrily :
“So help me Heaven, I will never
touch another card till I have discover
ed some system that loses infallibly all
the time.”
“ A losing system?” queried a friend,
“ What would you want to discover
that for ?”
“ To bet against it.”
HARTWELL, (I V., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER YM,*tt77.
Scrcuniliiig the Wrong Part).
('. Claude Culpepper came down from
Dayton. Wednesday evening with an
intention. During tiie bright Lexington
of youth he had met a Hay miller street
belie, who smote him heart and sold.
Mr. Culpep|>er’s intention in coining to
Cincinnati was to serenade his love. So,
gathering a quartette of his tuneful
friends, he started for the house of his
heart's idol. It was twelve o'clock when
the bovs anchored under the window of
what C. Claude believed was the shelter
ing fold of his dear hnnb. lie made a
mistake of 100 in numbering the houses,
and it was John Sanscripts humble
abode that was at win t to be honored with
a serenade. John, however, is one of
those misanthropic men who never
seems to recognize a favor when they
meet one ami when he was awakened
from liis slumber by ‘Don’t you re
member sweet Alice. Ben Bolt?’ sung
in one treble, one tenor, two basses
and four keys, he was, to draw it mild,
rutiled in his temper. Mrs. Snnscript
heard the melody, too. and whispered.
• Them’s serenaders.’
‘ I’ll serenade them,' snarled John,
getting up, opening the Minds shyly
and looking down upon the choristers
below.
• W hat in the name of the Numidian
lion are \ on going to do?' asked Mr. >S.’
rather uneasily.
“Just wait and see,' said lie, gather
ing up an armful of boots and laying
them down handy near the window.
Just then the boys tuned up—
Thou art so near, and yet so far!
‘ Not so far as you imagine,' growled
Nanseript, as he dm": .;
the scuttle conveniently~near'tlie win
dow. Then lie tugged the brimming
slop-bucket across the room and added
it to liis armory just ns tiie gay gain
boliers switched off into—
What has a poor girl
Hut her name to defend her?
* She sometimes finds her father does
that pleasant duty.' muttered the des
perate man. The. boys were singing a
medley, and while Snnscript was gath
ering in the tongs and shovels, they be
gan to warble:
My heart is broke. God knows it is !
panted the avenger. Then lie added
the Bible ami Webster’s unabridged
dictionary to the pile of missiles by the
window at the very moment there floated
up from below—
I shall ne’er forget, the dny !
‘ Nor will you ever forget tiie night
when yon came to serenade my house,*
smiled the old man, reaching for the oil
can.
Oh ! my heart is gone !
sang tiie Ixiys under the window.
• Yes. and if you saw me piling np
these bricks from the fire-place you'd
follow your heart mighty quick.’
Thou art sleeping, my love,
Thou art sleeping!
chimed the quartette."'
‘ I’ll be if I am,’ declared San
script, as ho scooped up tlie hair brushes
and tHe toilet set from the dressing
case. While lie was toting the ottoman
across the room, the lxiys pitched into—
Don't forget your little darling !
Oh, I'll never forget you, never fear
and you won’t forget me either, after 1
through with you.’
Open the window, my sweet one,
‘ Damme if I don't,’ grinned San
script, as he added a pailful of ashes to
the pile of destruction by the window.
Come, birdie, come—
‘ I’m coming, you yelping hounds,’
yelled the old man, thrusting itis head
out of the window. It t*x>k him only
ten seconds of standard time to pitch
boots, shoes, coal, hair brushes, hooks,
toilet sets, ottoman, slops, ashes and
all upon the heads of the horror-strick
en serenaders below. Before the quar
tette realized the situation, the storm
was ove \ They still survived, but were
unmercifully demoralized. And when
n voice came from above, articulated in
tiie key of J tiie one word ‘ git,’ they
got.
Dangerous Sport.
A lady was recently out walking, ac
companied by her nurse and two little
children, near St. I-ouis. when one of
the latter was missed for a few rno- i
ments. On being called, he answered
from a little distance :
“Here I mn mamma, behind the
sturnp. I'm playing with a big, beauti
ful worm. I’ve got a chip, and it opens
its mouth ever so wide when 1 touch its
teeth with a chip.”
Anxious to see the character of the
child’s playmate, the two women went
to the spot, when, behold ! they saw a
rattlesnake, two feet long, coiled against
the butt of the stump, and the child
thrusting the chip against its head. The
snake appeared perfectly passive, not
even giving the usual warning with its
rattles. It is needless, perhaps, to say
that the mother was frightened beyond
the power of motion. The nurse quick
ly moved the child, and one of the
hands dispatched the dangerous play
-1 mate.
A Wester* Lawyer's Plea.
(Icntleincn of tiie Jury: The scrip
ture sail it, ' Thou shalt not kill;' now
if yon hong mv client, yon transgress
tlr command os slick ns goose grease,
and as plump as a goose egg in a loaf
er’s face, Gentlemen, murder is mur
der. whether committed by twelve jury
men, or an humble individual like my
client. Gentlemen, ldo not deny the
fact of my client having killed a man.
bat is that any reason why von should
do so? No such thing, gentlemen ; yon
mnv bring the prisoner in " guilty." the
hangman may do his duty, but. will that
exonerate you? No such thing; in that
ease you will all lie murderers. Who
among you is prepared for the brand of
Cain to lx* stamped u|xm the brow to
day? Who, freemen - who in this laud
of liberty and light? Gentlemen, I
will pledge my word, not one of yon
have a ixiwie knife or a pistol in liis
jxx'ket. No, gentlemen, your pockets
an* ordnriferou* with the perfumes of
ckar cases and tobacco. You can smoke
the tobacco of rectitude in the pipe of
|oaceful conscience ; but hang my un
fortunate client and the scaly alligators
of remorse will gallop through the in
ternal principles of animal viscera, un
til the spinal vertcbne of your anatomi-
cal construction is turned into a railroad
for the grim and gory goblins of des
pair. Gentlemen, beware, 1 say of
meddling with tiie eternal prerogative 1
Gentlemen, I adjure you by the manu
mitted ghost of temporal sanctity, to do
no murder. 1 adjure you by the name
of woman, the mainspring of the t irk
ing, time-piece of time's theoretical
transmigration, to do no murder! I
adjure, you. L* "tlve wve you have for
the esculent and condimentnl gusto of
our native pumpkin to do no murder !
I adjure you. by the stars set in the hy
ing ensign of your emancipated country,
to do no murder! I adjure you, by the
American Eagle t hat whipped the game
cock of creation, and now sits roosting
on the magnetic telegraph of times il
lustrious transmigration, to do no mur
der! And lastly, gentlemen, if you
ever expect to wear store made coats—
if you ever expect free dogs not to bark
at you—if you ever expect to wear
boots made of tiie free hide of the
all, if you ever expect, fb ffflljj
but a set of sneaking, loafing, rascally,
cut-throated, braided small ends of Im
munity, whittled down into indistincti
bilitv, acquit my client, and save yotir
country.
The prisoner was acquitted.
Karra gut at Ten Years of Age.
Srh ttla r'tt ( 'o# fa n ion .
Admiral Fnrragut and liis family
were spending tiie summer at the
Branch, and while sitting on the porti
co of the hotel, he said, “ Would you
like to know how I was enabled to serve
my country? It was all owing to n res
olution i had formed when I was ten
years of age. My father was sent to
•New Orleans, with tiie little navy we
then had. to lx>k after the treason < f
Burr. I accompanied him ns a cabin
l*>y. I laid some qualities that I
thought made a man of me. I could
swear like an old salt; could drink a
stiff glass of grog os if 1 had doubled
Cape Horn, and could smoke like a lo
comotive. I was great at cards, and
was fond of gambling in eve tv shape.
At the close of dinner one day, my
I’ather turned everybody out of the cab
in, looked the d*xir and said to me,
•David, what do you mean to he? ‘I
mean to follow the sea.’ ‘ Follow the
sea ! Yes, be a poor, miserable, drunk
en sailor before the mast, kicked and
ended about the world, and die in some
fever hospital in a foreign clime.’ ‘No,’
1 said, ‘ I'll tread tiie quarter deck and
command, as you do.’ ‘No, David ;no
boy ever trod the quarter deck with
sue!) principles as you have, and such
habits as you exhibit. You’ll have to
change your whole course of life if you
ever become a man.’ My father left
me and went on deck. I was stunned
by the rebuke and overwhelmed with
mortification, ‘A p*x>r, miserable drunk
en sailor before the mast, kicked and
cuffed about, the world and die in some
fever hospital! That's my fate is it? I
I'll change my life and change it at
once. I will never utter another oath, J
never drink another drop of intoxicat
ing liquors, never gamble.’ And as
God is my witness I have kept those
tliree vows to this hour. Shortly after
I became a Christian. That act settled
my temporal as it settled my moral
destiny.’
Pain’s Death Bed.
To the Editor of the N. Y. Worhl:
Sir—During a stay of a few months
in Southeast Missouri I became ac
quainted with a Mr. Spaulding, a
nephew of the late Archbishop Spauld
ing. of Baltimore. He said he had of
ten heard his uncle speak of the death
of Paine. According to him the Arch
bishop's uncle or father lmd been called
upon to visit Paine on his death bed.
Some of Paine’s friends asked him if
he would not like to see a minister.
Paine said that he had no objection. A
Catholic priest—Spaulding's ancestor —
sm! a Protestant minister was called in.
They asked Paine if be had any objec
tion to religious consolation in Itis liv
ing hours, lie jxdltely told them, • Not
any.’ And in conversing with them he
drew them into an argument with each
other. While they were arguing as to
hoiv he should be ministered on, Paine
turned his face to the wall and ml inly
died. .Mr. Spaulding said his uncle re
lated this ns a lesson in charity. He
was no friend of Paine, hut an ardent
Roman Catholic.
St. P.vt'L.
Wheeling. W. Va., Oct. 2.1.
■
Mrs. limit!)'*a Dream.
Bundy has been married two weeks,
and lias let! his wife. Bundy is a little
man. and his wife weighs two hundred
and forty |x>unds, nml was the relict, of
Peter l’otts. Aliout ten days after
marriage Bundy was surprised, awaken
ing in the morning, to find his better
half sitting up in the lied, crying as if
Her heart would break. Astonished, He
asked the cause of her sorrow, but re
ceiving no reply lie l>egaii to surmise
that there must lx* some secret on her
mind that she withheld from him the
| cause of her anguish, so he remarked
I to Mrs. H. that ns they were married,
she should tell him the cause of her
grief, so if possible lie could avert it;
and, after considerable coaxing, lie
elicited the following from her:
• Last night I dreamed I was single,
and as I walked through a well lighted
street i came to a store where a sign in
front advertised husbands for sale.
Thinking it curious, l entered, and
ranged along the wall on either side
were men with prices Hlllxed to them.
Such benut.ifhl men ; some for SIOO,
some for S3OO, and so on to SIOOO.
And, as I had not that amount I could
not purchase.’
Thinking to console her. B. placed
his arm lovingly around her. and asked?
• And did you sec any men like me
there?’
“t)h, yes,' she replied, drawing away
from him, “ lota like you ; they were tied
up in hunches like asparagus, and sold
for ten cents per hunch.’
Bundy got up and went to ask his
lawyer if lie had sufficient ground for a
divorce.
,1 IIT I'l i)ir Ifife'.Mi. „■ H ,
Tli*' man who has been ty the Black
Hills, say* the Bismarck (Dakota) Tribune,
and returned, is a big gun at the village
drug store, and feels called upon to toll
the truth when narrating his adventures.
Such a man. named Curt, was (idling, the
other night, how many Indian* lie had kill
ed during liis three months' residence in
the Bills.
After he had talked half an hour, one of
the listeners, who had kept track of the
number killed, exhibited the figures.
“I find,” he cxclained, “that you kill
ed 1,300 savages in three months!”
“• Is that nil ?” exclaimed the unabashed
Black Hiller. “ Why, I believe you liuve
left out a week's work there somewhere.”
“ If you had such good luck killing In
dians, why didn't you stay there?” de
manded another suspicious listener.
“ Well, the truth is gentlemen I was
afraid of ruining my left eye. I squinted
along my gun-barrel so much that my fucc
was being drawn out of shape, ami the
sight was so far gone that I had to he led
about by a dog.”
" And diil you kill Indians while in that
condition ?”
•• L did; though I’ve always felt a little
mean about it. I couldn't see to shoot,
and so I run ’em down and kicked 'em to
death. It wasn't manly in me. and I waul
to ask the forgiveness of you, gentlemen,
right here and now.”
There was a long spell of appalling si
lence. and tin ii someone said that Eph
Francis had bought a now coon dog.
lion Hie Apostles Died.
1. Peter was crucified in Koine, and
at liis own request head downward,
2. Andrew was crucified by being
hound to a cross by cords, on which he
hung two days, exhorting the people till
he expired.
3. St. James the Less was thrown
from u high piimoele, and then stoned,
and finally killed witii a fuller's club.
4. St. James the Great was beheaded
I))' order of Ilerod of Jerusalem.
5. St. Phillip was bound and hanged
against a pillar.
fi. Bartholomew was flayed to death
by command of a barbarous king.
7. St. Mathew was killed by a hal
bert.
8. St. Thomas while at prayer, was
shot, with a shower of arrows, and after
ward run through the liodywitha lance.
9. St. Thomas was crucified.
10. Mathias—the manner of his death
is somewhat doubtful; one says he was
crucified.
11. Judas Iscariot fell and his lwiwels
gushed out.
12. John died a natural death.
18. St. Paul was beheaded by order
of Nero.
Johnnie lost his knife. After search
ing in one pocket and in another un
til he had l>een through all without suc
cess, he exclaimed: "Oh, dear! I
wish I had another pocket, it might be
in that!”
WHOLE NO. Go.
Juliana Cox, the Witch.
from It\t llttrlfurd Tim**.
A friend in Glastonbury sends ns the
following account which lmd Iwcn cut
out of the Time* away back iu 1821. and
pasted in an old scrap Imok. Juliana
Cox. we rejoice to believe, was the only
witch that was ever hanged in Cornice
tic—and It is a matter of regret that
even one such case of superstition and
shame can Iks brought up against the
gn*xi old State. Tiie place of the exe
cution, cm • Gallows Hill,’ in this city,
is now known as the commanding trap
nx’k ridge by - the * stone-pits.’ Here
is the account:
In the beautiful town of Glnntonbury,
in Connecticut, the following remarka
ble event occurred in 1753. In March
of that vear one Julius Perry went out
with Ilia <logs to hunt. In tiie depth of
the forest lie discovered (as lie alleged)
ail old gray fox, and Ilia dogs gave
chase. After chasing the fox upwards
of two miles, tiie animal was holed.
When Mr. Perry came up lie heard a
i I,.noiao over ths other side of the
hole, and, going to the spot, lie tnere
found Juliana Cox lying and panting
for breath. Her left shoulder was
was bleeding, aud had on it the marks
of the dogs’ teeth. This was just the
spot on the gray fox’s shoulder where
the dogs had seized hold. Upon this
testimony Miss Cox, a maiden lady of
fori v-four. was brought to trial for the
capital otrense of Iming a witch. On
her arraignment site pleiuly not. guilty,
and it was determined that a committee
of the Selectmen sliould examine her
person for witch marks, in order to in
troduce confirmatory proof* against her.
She was therefore remanded to prison.
The following persons were appointed
mi the committee : Kben Brewer, Alex
is Jones and Samuel Cut worth. These
men proceeded at. once to the prison,
and stripping Miss Cox. tliey began
their examination. For a time exceed
ing an Hour tliey could find no marks,
and Miss ('ox submitted to their examin
ation witii tears and sobs. Finally, when
they had pricked many places on her
laxly without success, she confessed to
two marks—one a little lielow the right
liip and one on tiie left arm. The com
mittee now became satisfied that these
were true marks, as tliefiesli was there
on discolored in a slight degree. They
thereupon made their rejiort to tiie court
appointed to hear the trial.
This evidence, confirming that of Mr.
Perry, was thought to be conclusive, and
on the'3rd of April the trial took place.
It was thought unnecessary to resort to
further tests, and Miss Cox was found
guilty of withers ft on the evidence al-
I ready quoted and sentenced to l>e
I hanged. Strange noises and demons
Imunted tiie jail at Hartford up to tiie
! time that her execution took place,
which was on the 7th of April, at 5
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large concourse ol men ami women at
tending her execution, and, alt lx High she
was unjustly accused, and that she con
fessed to the witch marks to stop the
| pain of being pridked so cruelly by tiie
committee men, yet every person pres
ent believed tier to be a true witch and
in league with tiie devil. She further
declared tiiat Julius Perry accuse*l Her
wrongfully. She said she was in the
forest gathering ferns, and that Julius
Perry came along aud would have h s
will of her; that, she constantly refu
sing, lie sat liis dog iq on her. a id tiie
animal I tit her shoulder, and that le
fearing to lie detected in this imd act.
had laid t he charge of witch* ra t against
her. This she said under the gallows.
VVhereii|xm a shout was made among
the people to ‘ burn the witch,’ as hang
ing was t*x> easy a death for so foul a
strumpet, of the devil. While the peo
ple were to fetch w*xxl to bum her, the
Sheriff hung her i p so that she died on
the gallows before the wo*si could lie
brought. •
Tills account of Juliana Cox’s witch
craft. and death is abridged from the
statement, of Dinah Jones before a com
mittee of delegates to revise the laws of
Connecticut.
Mr. A. 11. Stephens lives at the Na
tional Hotel, Washington, and despite
his desperate physical condition is a
cheery invalid. He wears gloves on
hands as small as those of a ten-year
obi child, relishes rich food, though
butter and eggs are forbidden him;
takes an occasional whitf of tobacco,
and when in health has two ounces of
whiskey or brandy after dinner, lie
would rather be hanged in the United
States than live in any other country;
supports Mr. llaves because his admin
istration has brought peace to the coun
try, and likes (.rant personally as a
man without guile, who made a tre
mendous blunder in abandoning the
Generalship of the army for the Presi
dency.
People talk almut Christian fortitude,
luit Mohammedan fortitude seems to be
quite as equal. Nothing can exceed
the endurance displayed by the Turkish
soldiery. There is what seems a pre
posterous rule, according to which a
Turkish soldier's limbs cannot lie re
moved by a surgeon without the sanc
tion of the authorities at Constantino
ple, whose decisions are oftentimes de
layed for weeks, and the poor fellows
will lie day after day in agony, await
ing their fate without, a murmur.
The Worcester Preen certifies that ‘ at
the recent baby show in Boston the
nearest approach to the line babyhood
and nothingness was exemplified in an
infant which weighed only a pound and
a half. This infantile prodigy was ex
hibited by a South Acton mother, and
when it squalls she has to spank it with
a tack hammer.'