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YELLOW FEVER BLACK VOMIT. It 1* too soon to forgot the ravage* of thie terriblo di*ear which will no doubt return in a aiot-eiualig aaut ami virulent form ill the fall month* of 1079. Mt:KK>:i.l/N II KHATISK, * Kilned) dl •avrred iu Southern Nubia ami uaed with such won dartul ruaulU in Soiilli Ainerlra whi n-the uoal aj; (ravateil caae* of fever are found, caum> front our to two ounce* of bile to lie tillered nr atraineil from tlie blood each time it na*e through the Liver, a* lone a* an excaas of bile exUt* By it* wonderful action on the Liver and Stomach the HKi’ATINK not only prevent* to a certainty any kind of Fever and Black Vomit, but alao cure* lfoadache, t'ouati paltou of the Bowel*, Uyapepaia and Malarial dla a*ea. No one need fear Yellow Fever who will expel the Malarial rolaou and exeea* of bile from the blood by tutfng MERRILL'S BEPATINK. which ia aold by all Drugitiata in 95 cent and |l 00 bottle*, or will be •ent by exprra* by the Proprietor*. A. F. MERRELL A CO., PhlU., Pa. Dr. Pemberton’s Stillingia or Queen’s Delight/ g-p - The report* of wonderful cureaof Kheumatim, Scrofula Salt Kheuiti, S\philia, Cancer. Ulcere and Bore*, that come from all part* of the oounlry, are not only remarkable but *o mlraculona aa to be doubted waa it nut for the abundance of proof. REMARKABLE CURE of SCROFULA,."Ac CASK OF COL. J. C. BRANSON. Kingston. Ga.. September 15, 1871. Oksth : For ftixtecu yearn 1 have been a great suf ferer from Scrofula in ft a moat diMtreMaing forma. I have been confined to my room and bed for fifteen yearn with ncrofulouH ulceration*. The most ap proved reined lea for such canes had been used, and the most eminent phystciaus consulted, without any decided benefit. Thus prostrated, distressed, de sponding, was advised by Dr. Ayer of Floyd county, Ga., to commence the use of your Compound Ex tract Stillingia. Language is as insufficient to de scribe the. relief I obtained from the use of the Stil lingia as it is to couvey an adaquate idea of the in tensity of my suffering before using your medicine ; sufficient to say’, 1 aluuidoued all otuer remedies and continued tin* use of vour Extract of Stillingia, un til I can say truly, “ lam cured of all pain, of all disease, with nothing to obstruct the active pursuit of my profession. More than eight months have elapsed since this remarkable cure, without auy re turn of the disease. For the truth of the above statement, I refer to any gentleman in Bartow County, Ga., and to the members of the bar of Cherokee Circuit, who art* acquainted with me. I shall ever remain, with the deepest gratitude, Your obedient servant, J. C. BRANSON, Att'y at Law. A MIRACLE. West Point, Ga., Sept. 16. 1870. Gents : My daughter was taken on the 25th day of June. 1863, with what was sup{>osed to be Acute Rheumatism, and was treated for the same with no success. In March, following, pieces of hone la gan to work out of the right arm, and continued to ap pear till the bone from the elbow to the shoulder joint came out. Many pieces of bone came? out of the right foot and leg. The case was then pronounc ed one of White Swelling. After having been con fined about six years to her bed, and the case con sidered hopeless, I was induced to try I)r. Pembei ton s Compound Extract of Stillingia. and was so well satisfied with its effects that 1 have continued the use of it until the present. My daughter was confined to her bed about six years before she sat up or even turned over without help. She now sits up all day, and sews most of her time—has walked across the room. Her general health is uow good, and I believe she will, as her limbs gain strentli, walk well. I attribute her re- | covery. with the blessing of God, to tlie use of vour \ invaluable medicine. W. B. BLANTON. West Point, Ga., Sept. 16. 1870. Gents : The above certificate of Mr. W. B. Blan ! ton we know and certify as being true. The thing j is so ; hundreds of the most respected citizens certf fy to it. As much reference can be given as may be l required. Yours truly, CRAWFORD & WALKER, Druggists. HON. n. D. WILLIAMS. I-|T Or. Pemberton'* Stillingia is pre pared by A. F. MERRELL A CO.. Philadelphia. Pa. Sold by all Druggists in SI.OO bottles, or sent by I express. * Agents wanted to canvass everywhere. Send for Book— **Curious Story"—free to all. I Medicines sent to poor [people, payable in install j meats. USE THIS BRAHD. life li Main Trade Mark Btgutercd February 12, 1878. 99 25-100 CHEMICALLY PURE. BEST IN THE WORLD. AM fietter tlian any Saleratns. One teaspoonful of this Soda used with sour milk equals Four teaspoonfuls of the best Baking Powder, saving Twenty Times its cost. See package for valu able information. If the teaspoonful is too large and does not produce good results at first, use less afterwards. 131 LITTLE SPEEDY T CORN SHELLER! IT IS HIGHLY ENDORSED By Gen. Frank Clieat- JjXjham, Gen. Harding Gen Iqal and many others of the largest farmers of Ten j nessee. and is the most f perfect!v made CORN N SHELLEII ever tnanuu \Ns> AEtfgW. factured. A boy ten years old can shell from . ten to twelve bushels &WM an hour. It nubs either mwwm °f t^c car ' an^ \laK' shells seed corn perfect ' xy.e„ 'mjmg* ly- It is convenient, cheap and durable. It takes off every grain, will shell any size corn from “ pop ” corn to the largest ear. For Sale by E. B. BENSON & CO. mXKCCTOBS' SALK. , . , jjj Will lv- so|4 before the courthouse tioor in the town of Hyljpflß lit Hart county, during the legal hOiirs of safe, m the first Tuesday in November next, the following tract of lsnd lying aud being in said county, it being liie tract of jand whereon Judge Micajah Carter. (ii,, ’ .teed. lived at the time of bis death Said land is bounded on the east hv the Ha vaanal) Blver, on the north by M. Johnson, and ou the south by lands belonging to Catherine Parka aud others, and" ou the west by lands belonging to A. Sanders and others i fluid tract of land contains one thousand acres, more or less. There is on said tract of land one hundred aerea of good river bottom land. Said tract of land has on if good ordinary improve ments. and is In a high state of cultivation. Tcrfpa of sale: twenty-five hundred dollars ca*h. the re mainder on twelve montha' credit with note and se curity at ten per cent. Interest from date of note. Anv person that wishea a good home, will do weil to "o and look at said tract of land for himself. Said tract of land is sold as the property of Micajah Car ter deceased, for the purpose of paying the debts of said estate, aud for distribution anong the hetrs. Anv person wishing to buy can apply to the Execu tors of said ostate. as they are empowered by the will fo sell said laud privately. ' Sept. 16th, 1*79. “hAelto' ! fo MAKE MONEY F)fWftntl)i r and fast, agpnta should address |TOLFT A CO Atlanta. The Hartwell Sun. By BENSON & McGILL. VOL. IV—NO. 6. AN EPISODE IN A HORSE MARKET. Hut* n Crowd or Hwrormen Entertained aud Old Mon Wbo ll*d*Nt( to Moll. Cincinnati Enquirer. I A tall, lank old fellow, riding a wretched horse, stopped in front of the Fifth street horse market yesterday, J and asked what the prospects were for selling a good, quiet, family nag. ** Where’s the nag ?” called out sev | eral men in the crowd. “ Right here lie is,” replied the lank : old man, clasping his long legs affec tionately around the body of the ani mal upon which he was seated. The auctioneers in the six stables were unable to hold their audiences, and all hands gathered around the man and his horse. The rider was evident ly about 65 years of age, and the horse about the same. Roth were gray. The man was toothless and the horse al most so. Various comments were made on the “ team,” and the crowd plied the old man with questions with reference to the animal, something as follows : “ Does he remember Gen. Washing ton ?” “ Can he walk without crutches ?” “ Does he carry an ear-trumpet ?” “Do you have to chew bis food for him ?” etc. One man looked into the horse’s mouth and announced that he was “too old last spring.” The lank old farmer appeared to be much pleased with the attention he was receiving, and, taking off a battered plug, bowed bis acknowledgments to the crowd. “ Fetch in the winged Pegasus,” ] yelled the auctioneer, “ and we’ll see what he’ll bring.” An avenue was quicklj' made through the crowd, as many men as could took hold of the horse’s bridle, one or two twisted his tail, eight or ten touched him up with their whips, and thus was the grand entry made into the stable, the old man bowing to tlie right and left, and plugging the sad-eyed animal in the flanks with his boot heels. A bid of twenty-five cents was made. “ Shake up Bucephalus,” said the auctioneer, “ and let the gentlemen look at his paces.” The old man belabored the beast to the rear end of the stable and return, while a dozen watches were pulled on him, and a dispute followed as to whether the time was 2 :17 or 17 :2. “ This horse doesn’t usually take the whole end of the barn to turn in,” ex plained the auctioneer. “ but he has a touch of the rheumatism at present. He’ll be all right in the spring. I atn bid twenty-five cents. Now tiiat you have seen him move, does the gentle man wish to withdraw his bid ?” The old man said he didn’t like the auctioneer’s style, and, as he used to be in the same business himself, he would, if he wasn’t so tired and thirsty, get into the box and sell the horse him self. ARM WITH HAMMER, BRAND. At this suggestion, he was dragged from the saddle, carried to the auction-1 eer’s stand, and that functionary re- j quested to make room for his uncle. “ I must have a drink of—water,” said the lank old party, as he spat a sixpence and coughed feebly. “ Water be blowed !” cried one of the crowd ; “ we'll get you the regular old juice of the juniperberry that will make your breath smell like a night blooming cereus,” and he disappeared in a saloon adjoining. The old party said water was plenty good enough for him, but the other ar ticle was produced and he drank it. with a here’s-to-you courtesy to the crowd. “ llow much do I hear for this mag nificent specimen of boss flesh which we.have before us?” began the old man with a flourish. “ Examine him close ly for blood or bone spavin, poll-evil, quarter crack, splint, heaves, thumps, mumps, bumps, dumps, and when you find one I’ll eat it.” “ Fetch grandfather a cocktail,” said a voice, and a cocktail was brought and drained to the dregs, the old man mur muring softly, “ here’s looking at yon !” “ Now, gents, be good enough to bid up lively. My hoss may not be the perfect quadruped described in the poem by Byron, Burns and George Francis Train, but he comes of the same family, and I have bis pedigree at home, and it runs back to the time of Henry V.” “ Fetch him a sour-mash !” “ I really ought not to drink any more, but as jou say, it isn’t often I come to town, therefore—my regards !” Oblige me by bidding up sharp.” '‘Thirty cents!” yelled a voice. " fhank you. Thirty cents I am bid. Gentlemen, you needn’t be afraid of him. This is an animal I can re commend, He won’t run down at the heel, cut in the eye, or shrink in the wash’n. He is gentle as the suckin' dove, and pulls like a flve-cent cigar.” “ A gin-sling for the ancient mari ner !” “ Gentlemen, your liberality is only exceeded by your generosity, and if my old woman knew I was feastin’ and drinkin’ with the immortal gods she HARTWELL, GA., WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 8. 1879. would swoop down upon us like a be som of destruction in a red petticoat; but—here’s hopin' we may all live to sec politics and religion purified and the red ribbon of temperance encom pass the round earth from Guadal quivir to Kansas City—” “ Fall back for n Tom and Jerry !” “ Really, gentlemen, I can’t permit this expense to be all on one side, like the handle of a coffee-pot, and the mo ment I sell this horse I’ll reciprocate, jif I have to walk home, and I live in the back end of tlie next county ; how ever—many happy returns !” and the ■ Tom and Jerry disappeared from the eyes of the men. I “ Now, gents, what do I hear for this—?” “Take this life-everlastin’,” exclaim ed a Kentuckian, as he passed up a glass of Robertson County. The lank old man raised the glass to a level with his lips, and said: “ I don’t care, seein’ its you. I will put myself outside of this elixir, and then I’ll show you what this hoss can do under the saddle when he knows something is expected of him. In the meantime— here’s my opinion !” The farmer man was helped to mount his nag, the crowd fell apart to ailow the pageant to pass into the street where it could have elbow room, and ns it ambled along the old man was heard to observe : “A whisky straight, a cocktail, a gin sling, a sour mash, a Thomas and Jeremiah, life everlastin’ from Robert son County—and the King of the Can nibal Islands himself couldn’t tell what else—ain’t so bad, by jingo!” and the gray-haired old sinner turned half around in the saddle, kissed his hand to the crowd, and shouted : “ I’ll call around again about half past 2 o’clock next spring, and while you’re waitin’, yon might lay in anew stock of gin slings and cocktails, for them’s the things that strikes your grandfather right where he lives !” Justice to Farmers. There are very few farmers who will not appreciate the following tribute to their profession, delivered by Judge Far fP r, tL A IVtlar •i’ jLttiwllw va*|r j ginia: “The term ‘clodhopper” will soon cease to be a word of reproach. Why should not the farmer be first and foremost—the peer of the highest? His manner of life makes him independent, tolerant and happy. Above the smiles and frowns of the fickle public, his em pire is his home, liis dominion liis smil ing fields, with no inspiration for duplic ity, no temptation for intrigue and chi canery. Free from the bickerings of fashionable society, none of the jealous ies of professional life molest the even tenor of his way. What arc the honors of the world to him? When the toils of the day are over, he finds his sweet est pleasure in the sweet rest of home. Why should he not be the truest of pa triots? Will be not strike for the borne he has earned by his honest toil? The homeless, shiftless adventurer can never feel such a devotion for a country as the one who has a home to love and a hearthstone to defend. Magnify as you please the laws and the constitution, it is the strong home feeling that gives the potent influence. The man who has a spot on earth, where he has planted a i tree or his wife nursed a flower, iu the hour of trial will evince a devotion and heroism that put to shame all the hol low pretensions of all the blatant politi cians and demagogues in the land. And, above all, a farmer should be the best of Christians. His life is farther removed from temptations and worldly influences; his mode of life should fill his mind with grand and holy conceptions of his God, and his dependence on the benefactions of a kindly Providence.” The Women of Egypt. They are not allowed to go out of doors as we are, and many of them nev er get beyond the walls of their houses. The cows sleep in the same huts with the people. These huts are made of mud without windows and the doors so small that the wonder is how the people get in. They do not wash their babies until they are a year old, because it is considered unlucky to do so. They rarely comb their hair from month to month. Their chief meal is at sunset; the rest of the time they eat a piece of bread when they are hungry. They never use plates or knives or forks. All sit around the table on the floor. Bread is their daily food, and each family makes it for it self, as it is a kind of disgrace to buy “street bread.” The women clean the corn and carry it on their heads to the mill. It is made into thin, small cakes, stuck against the side of an oven, and baked in less than a minute. An hun dred loaves are not too many for a fam ily of four in a week. Travelers are usually expected to eat three loaves apiece. They make butter in a strange way. A goat-skin half filled with milk is hung on a peg, and then a woman, taking hold of a long string tied to it, jerks it to aud fro till the butter comes. Then she drains it, but never washes or salts it. Their favorite disMih rice cook ed with this butter. Devoted to Hart County. The Min Who Saw the President About A School-House. Detrnt I'rte I'rettt. Thursday afternoon there was one man in the crowd around the City Hall who said lie must have a personal inter view with the President if it broke his suspenders. He had come twenty-eight miles in a lumber-wagon on purpose to see the “old man” and have him settle a neighborhood dispute regarding the lo cation of a school-house. “ You see," he explained to nil inter esting knot of listeners, “ the Thomas crowd are bound and determined to lo cate the school-house down thereby the VVidder Hull’s, which is the worst place ou the hull road, while tlie rest of us want it up ou the Jackson Hill, which is airy ami salubrious and handy to two creeks and a mill pond. The Thomas crowd are cracking their heels just now, and they think they’ve got the bulge on us, but I rather think if the President of tlie great United States decides in fa vor of the hill the school-house will be planted there. It’s a little dodge of mine to see him. The Thomas crowd don’t even suspect what I’m up to, and when I reach home to-night they’ll be a wailing and gnashing of teeth, and don’t you recollect it!” There were men iu the crowd who sympathized with him and were willing to aid in scouring an interview. It took only about ten minutes to so arrange matters that tlie school-house man was walked around to the southern entrance of the Hall and introduced to ex-Coro ner Cahill, who looks ns near like Haves as one pea resembles another. The “President” bowed, shook hands, and with a kindly smile inquired : “Well, Mr. Slammer, what can I do for you? Don’t be afraid to speak right out. I used to wear old clothes and carry a red noso myself, and I am ready to sympathize with you.” Mr. Slammer winced a little at this personal allusion, which was responded to by a horse-laugh from the little crowd, but he soon got his breatli and began : “ Well, you perhaps don’t know the Thomas crowd?” “Yes I do—you bet I do !” responded the “ President,” and they are a mighty good crowd nf hn-. * " . "They—are—eh? slowly inquired Mr. Slammer. “ Why I don’t think so.” “ I can’t help w hat you think,” blunt ly replied the President as he cocked his hat on his ear. “I tell you the boys are all right, and I’ll bet on ’em every time. You can’t give me no wind on that crowd—no, sir!” “Then—then you've heard about that school-house trouble, eh?” gasped Mr. Slammer. “ Yes, I have, and you’ve got to come right down off the roost! That school house is going to he built down by the Widow Hull’s,and don’t you forget it.” “What! down thar’ in the holler!” “Yes, sir—that’s the place for it; can’t get me to favor putting any school house on your infernal old hill?” “ Waal, Mr. President, I'm sorry that 11 “Sorry be hanged!” interrupted the “Chief Magistrate” in a gruff’ voice. “ What do l care how sorry you are!” “Why—why !” “ Don’t you why at me, sir—don’t you doit! Although I’m the President of the United States, I’ll allow no man to why at me!” “Why !” “You villain!” roared the Executive as he made a grab at Mr. Slammer’s col : lar, but Mr. Slammer stepped back about ten feet at that moment aud was hustled around the corner. “ Well!” inquired one of the party as j they came to a halt. “Waal, I’ll be domed!” hoarsely whispered Mr. Slammer. “ Why, hang it, I not only got bilked on the school house business, but come mighty near getting the blazes knocked out of me !” “Something wrong somewhere,” sigh- I ed one of the jokers. “I’ll tell you what it is,” replied Mr. I Slammer, striking his finger down at ev- I cry word—“ he’s been sawn ! Some o’ | that Thomas crowd has got in ahead of me and eut all the wheat!” Bit the Bear’s Sose Off. The Raleigh (N. C.) Observer tells this queer story : In the early part of this century the western portions of North Carolina were infested by wild game, among which was the elk, now entirely extinct in the South. The last elk was killed in Mitchell county, it is said, about 1824. Some time about 1815 a party of veteran and daring hunters were in the mountains of Bun combe countv, engaged in a hunt for these animals. They spent several weeks usually in such expeditions, sleep ing in the forests, always in danger from wild beasts. One evening, just before nightfall, the party returned, one by one, to the rendezvous ; all save one old man, a most enthusiastic and tireless sportsman. Knowing his habits, the ab sence caused little remark, but as time slipped on and he came not, it was de termined to make a search for him. While preparing to do this the well known report of bis rifle rang out ou the air and then all was still. The noise $1.50 Per Annum. WHOLE NO. MW. of the report seemed to conic from a cane brake n quarter of a mile away, faking lights, two of the hunters made their way thither and found their com rade but a few rods from the brake, ly on the ground, so badly wounded as to be helpless and well nigh exhausted. In reply to inquiries lie said lie had traced a bear and fired at him, wounding the ferocious beast, he thought, fatally. On going up to his prize the hear arose and seized him. A terrific struggle ensued between the two. Losing his knife in this contest the hardy huntersaid he had no other means of self-defense than to seize bruin’s nose in his teeth, lie de clared that he had done this, and with such effect as to bite oil the entire end of the nose. Tlie earth near by was bloody and trampled, but bis comrades ridiculed the idea of his having actually bitten off’ the bear’s uose. He continued to assert it and said that the boar, dis comfited, fled and took refuge in thecaue brake, where be would wager lie then lav dead. The wounded mnn was taken into camp and bis injuries attended to. At daylight next morning several of the hunters went into the brake, and there found the bear shot through the body and with the tip of his nose bitten off. The old limiter lived many years, hut always spoke with peculiar pride of his having thus overcome tlie bear, and ex hibited a score of wounds made by the animal’s claws, as proof of the story. A Sad Story. A jolly medical student in Berlin, who had finished his studies aud was about to begin practice, invited bis friends to a banquet, and got very drunk with them. After the carousal lie stum bled home in uproarious excitement, and when lie got to bis lodging he threw up the window and leaned out, in order to | breathe the cold air. After a short time ; he was struck with a violent pricking and smarting in the eyes. lie closed the window and went to bed. When he awoke the next morning lie found tlie room in darkness und concluded that it must still be night. lie tried in vain to fall to sleep again. After u while his landlady knocked t.U I - * ■ * *• MO ** u*. he was lying late in bed. “ What do you mean?” asked he ; “ I shall get up as soon as it is light.” “ Sir,” exclaimed tlie woman, “ it lias beeu clear daylight these two hours.” “Oh!” cried lie, with a mighty oath, “ is it possible that I became blind last night?” His surmise vtas true. He had lost the power of vision while trying to chill himself into soberness ut the open win dow. This frightful discovery so wrought upon the young doctor that lie fell into a violent fever which carried him off the following week. “ Esq.” Detroit Free Freni. A young man whose money didn’t hold out as long as the State Fair, drop ped into the telegraph office yesterday and sent a dispatch to his father in an interior town to forward him cash to re turn home with. When the receiving clerk saw that the dispatch read, “To John Blank, Esq.,” he suggested that a saving could bo made by erasing the “ Esa.” “ Well, mebbe j’ou think so, hut I don’t,” replied the sender. ‘‘When I ain home 1 can call him ‘dad’ all day long, but when it comes down to black and white you’ve got to ‘ Esquire’ him right up to the nines, or walk home by the dirt road. Don’t you dare leave that off—not with the roads as muddy as they are now.” In about an hour the following an swer was received: “ To . John Blank, Esq., forwards you 810, and j’ou can have more if you want it. John Blank, Esq.” “Didn’t I tell ye,” chuckled the young man as he read it. “ Dad’s com mon enough when we’re all home and rushed to get fall wheat in, but the min ute his hack gets rested and a stranger comes along he weighs more to the tori than any “ Esq.” on legs. I tell ye, ye don’t know a man till ye’ve hoed corn with him !” The Old Adam Strong. ‘‘See!” said a reverend gentleman. “ here is an illustration. At one time I should have sworn awfully at this fly — but, look now.” Raising his hand, he said, gently, “ Go away, fly, go away.” Rut the fly only tickled his nose the more The reverend gentleman, raising his hand with some vehemence, made a grab at the offender, and, being success ful, opener] it to throw the insect from him, when, in extreme disgust, he ex claimed : “ Why, d—n it, it’s a wasp?” A Texas boy was bitten by a rattle snake and was in a critical condition. A physician injected three drops of carbolic acid under the skin with a hy podermic syringe, and gave instant re lief. Astronomers tell us that three eom ' cts arc now in sight. a thuill/W race. Ills Mlaliiltc of n Nlnti.m Agent Whirl* Irapt-rilled Many l.tve*. Cmnrmart Time*. “ Did you read that railroad item in the Times, of Monday, headed ‘My Murder’?*" naked a railroad man in a circle last flight. “ You mean a clipping describing how a supposed runaway locomotive was wrecked by a station agent under orders of the company’s officers, and it was subsequently discovered tllht a madman was on the locomotive and the cause of the runaway losing his life at the fiiWe’?” inquired another person. Yes, tlie same,” was the rejoinder. “ I have heard tlmt story before,” remarked a third party, between sun dry puffs of cigar smoke. “ It was quite exciting,” said anoth er railroad man. f ‘ I know of an inci dent that was far more exciting, how ever. and it happened on the Marietta and Cincinnati Railroad not man}’ years ago. It came near costing a number of lives.” “ What was that ?” was the general inquiry ; and then with one accord the circle closed up about the man who ap parently had a “yarn to spin.” “It happened east, of Chillicothe. You all know Rill Gallagher, messen ger conductor of the M. and C ? Y’es. Well, that fellow has been in more ac cidents and shows fewer scratches than any man I ever saw. At the time I speak of lie was conductor of a freight train on tlie M. and (’. lie had a live ly train one night, and the operator had orders to instruct Gallagher to side track it at tlie next station oast of Chillicothe. The operator made a mis take, however, and the order Rill re ceived sent him on a station further. The operator soon found out that he made a grave I hinder, and one which might cost many lives. Upon making the discovery lie became almost insane i from fright, and by liis remarkable ac tions and incoherent expressions, at tracted the attention of every person near, among others, Charlie Howard, the train dispatcher. He raved like a i crazy man and no one could get any j thing out of him except that lie was I the cause of some terrible calainity abont to happen on tlie road. “Charlie Howard watched and listen - ed to the man attentively for some minutes, and from liis knowledge of the trains and running time, lie guess ed at the true state of affairs. The next station was called and the start ling information learned tlmi the freight train had passed there. The west, hound passenger train was also found to lie on time and a terrible collision on “ Charlie Howard proved the right man in the. right place that time. An engine was hastily brought out and pressed into use. A red-hot fire was soon causing steam to angrily hiss from the valves. The throttle was pulled open and the engine sped away like a frightened race-horse. “ Never was such time made on the rail before. The engine was urged on at a frightful rate of speed in the seem ingly vain hope of overhauling Bill Gallagher's freight train. At last tlie object being chased could be Been a long ways abend, and tlie steam whis tle was called into use. Gallagher saw the engine bearing down upon him and heard the whistling, which lie failed to understand. In some way be became impressed with (lie idea that another freight train was behind and rapidly approaching him. Relying on the tel egraphic orders lie had received, and, desiring to keep away from tlie sup posed train behind him, lie hurried his own train ahead. Thus it happened that a very ill-matched race commenced, and promised to frustrate tlie plans of (.'harlie Howard. “ Gallagher's train was being push ed to its utmost speed, and the time consumed in shortening the distance between it and Howard’s engine seem ed painfully long to the pursuing par ties. Steadily, but surely, however, Gallagher was overhauled, but it was i o until the singlo engine touched the rear end of the freight train that the signal ‘down brakes’ was understood. The train soon came to a stop, the sit uation was hurriedly explained, a signal was thrown out, and in a few moments Mill Gallagher's freight was backing up with all the power that two engines could supply. Scarcely had the train commenced to back when the shrill whistle of the passenger train coining West was heard, and in a few seconds the cars could be seen sweeping around the curve beyond at a speed of twenty five miles un hour. The signal thrown ont stopped the train, and thus a terri ble disaster was prevented. Charlie Howard got the freight train back to the side track, and the passen ger train passed on with its human freight, all unconscious of the great danger a cool head and prompt action had averted. 1 have no doubt many men on the road are familiar with the story.” “ Probably some of the officers never heard it, though,” said a cynical-looking person who looked like a commercial traveler. “ Similar events happen every day, and the heroes are unknown even to their employers." An old citizen in a country village being asked for a subscription toward repairing the fence of the gravej’aro declined saving, “ I subscribed towards improving that burying ground nigh nnt,r> forty years ago, and my family | bain't had no benetit from it yet. Don't forget the poor printer.