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In the spring of 1876 Mexico was in a
tumult. Lerdo, the chief justice, suc
ceeding to the presidency at the death of
Juarez, and afterward elected for a sec
ond term, announced himself as a can
didate for the third. His political
opponents, enraged at the thought of a
third term, uprose in all directions and
declared for Diuz. In March of thiB
year only the rumblings of the rebellion
were heard, but society was daily be
coming more and more disturbed.
Armed men were everywhere about, and
many bands ot lawless ruffians were
scouring tho outskirts of the cities and
towns, stealing Irom the farmers, and
leaving behind them desolation and
despair—truly a peculiarly dangerous
and unfortunate time for a foreigner to
set out on a journey.
On a lovely morning in early March
young American gentleman left the
town of Matanzas to travel to Jalapa
The nurrow road at first winds up the
side of the mountain, turning sharply
around sudden bends, where a single
misstep ot the horse or mule would hurl
tho rider far down into the valley below.
It is as if the great mountain had been
hollowed out, and the jagged sides left
standing, with a rudo path trending
from the baso to the summit. The
American wns accompanied by six na
tivo horsemen mounted on mustangs
similar to his own, and four footmen
The whole party wero armed. After
passing about halt way up the mountain
side the traveler halted, and motioned
to his followers to do the same. For a
long time he sat motionless in his saddle
gazing out at the exquisite picture be
fore him. In the distance, far below,
lay tho wonderful valley of Matanzas,
tho “Garden of Mexico.” The rich,
excessive vegetation could plainly be
discerned, and a few light and graceful
clouds hung drifted against the tower
ing rocks. Tho beams of the lately-
risen sun were pouring over tho hill
tops and illuminating the vast plain
beneath with a fresh and rosy light. He
must have been indeed a prosaic and
unappreciative man who would pass
carelessly by suoh a wonder-work ol
nature.
His reverie was suddenly broken by a
shout from above. Looking up he saw
a single horseman picuing his way care
fully toward him. He was soon recog
nized by the men as a resident of Mat
anzas. When he drew near he Rpoke
rapidly and excitedly to the escort in
their peculiar patois, gesticulating vio
lently all the while.
The effect was immediate and start
ling. The entire body of native horse
men, with one exception, and all the
footmen, turned sharply around and
msdo their way rapidly down the moun
tainside, without a word of explanation
or farewell to their employer. The only
one who remained was Filomeno, who
had been sent by his master, a friend of
the traveler, to accompany him to Ja
lapa, and who understood English after
a fashion. He Sat motionless in his sad
dle, gazing after his countrymen, now
fast disappearing around the curves of
the pathway.
“ What’s the matter, FilomenoP” ask
ed the American at length, rising.in his
saddle as he spoke, and shading hi-, eyes
with his hand, as he looked alter the
deserters, “ what did that fellow say
that has made all this fussP”
“ lie said,” replied the Mexican slow
ly “ that revolution has already broken
out at Jalapa; that tho terrible soldiers
of the plains ore before us, and that i
you proceed you will be surrounded and
killed. ^
Stuff,” said the American,” “I am
not afraid. Filomeno, let us go on.
And, as he spoke, he tightened his hoi
on his horse’s rein, and was about to
proceed, when he saw that Filomeno
had not stirred.
•“ Come, Filomeno,” said lie, time is
slipping by and we must be off- Surely
you are not afraid to accompany me P
“Nomatter,” answered the Mexican,
“ but I cannot go as I am. Allthe
robbers know Filomeno. and woujd give
a good price for my head. If I go Wlth
you I must go disguised
*°und sixty • 1 oni t°bl nit* ho had measurer!
'?;» Ot the ,nu "-' *on*U> <>r row o«*lnet /ort|f
e JvI„ 0f H. CLAYTON,
, j got five h,iKVw.( 0, V* J' aw * 0 /Afiddletoi%3^el.,and Farmer,"
ISJi your Point, tt,! t0 llcru ">«• wheat, where I drilled
showing you no "avor 1 th ° 1 B»ve them a (air
JOSHUA CLAYTON, Jit., Mt, l'lcaaunt.'bel.
Wait;” and,
turning around, he scrambled _ljghtly
anTquickly back from the road towa^a
little hut near by. whence a thin wreath
„,™.kj,w»o»rll» g l»olg“0“'“f,
the dear morning an. when he
scarcolv fifteen minntes, and when
again drew near the American hardly
,,.
knew him. Filomeno had disappeared
under the guise of a charcoal-burner.
“[Now I am ready; I have left my
horse where it will be taken care of,"
he said, and now on foot he fell into his
old place close behind the American's
mustang.
And so they journeyed on, up into the
clouds and then down again, over the
rich breasts of valleys which are only
found in the tropics, and along the tracks
of old watercourses, and through brooks
and little rivers of a peculiar greenish
hue. Around them was nature in all her
wasteful luxuriance, but no sign of
anything humau to help or hinder them
That night they encamped in a small
valley, and resumed their journey at
daybioak. At eleven o’clock on the
morning of this day they were drawing
near Jalapa. The sun was beating down
out of a cloudless sky; the heat was in
tense; and a doep stillness seemed to
have settled over the great plain. Be
fore them was tho valley of Jalapa; on
the right the volcano of Orizaba, its
cone white with snow and ice, its sides
covered with that luxuriance of foliago
only known where eternal Bummer
reigns.
The American, too tired even to notice
this, was nodding in his saddle, and for
a long time hnd not spoken to his com
panion. He was aroused by a low cry
from Filomeno. Turing toward him
and following the dirrection of his eyes,
he saw a iargo body of horsemen gallop
ing toward him. He could see at once
that they were not regular soldiers.
They advanced in confusion, and no
two men seemed dressed alike. It was
a squad of the dreaded guerrillas on a
foraging expedition. With a terrible
feeling of dospair the American again
looked around for Filomeno. He had
tied. The American was alone, with
100 wild and lawless Mexican robbers
bearing down on him, like a rushing
wind across a placid lake.
In a moment, as it seemed, they were
upon him and around him. Resistance
was usclesB* A score of pistols pointed
at him, a score of swords were raised
above bis head, and a score of long sticks
with knives on the ends, called “ rnatche-
zies,” were pricking him in all directions
He was pulled off his horse in a twink
ling, stripped naked in the midst of a
dense circle of howling savages, who
were cursing and fighting for his vari
ous articles of dress. At length his
clothing, arms and valuables were
divided. The leader of the band, with
the American’s watch dangling from his
belt, shouted out an order to his men.
The troopers armed with “matohezios”
rode up to the prisoner and commanded
him to walk before them. “ You Ameri
can dog,” they exclaimed in Spanish,
‘ ‘you dog of a spy.be off to J alapa. When
wo get you there we’ll teach you to sneak
around our lines. March!”
And in order to add emphasis to their
words they prodded the prisoner with
tho points of their “matchezies” till the
blood started from more than one wound
on his arms and legs. Angry, faint and
sore, and half blinded by tho fierce rays
of the sun, the American wheeled around
and upbraided the leader for these in
dignities, and especially for depriving
him of his clothes. In reply one of the
soldiers pulled out from under his saddle
a piece of coarse and filthy matting,
which ho carelessly tossed to the pris
oner.
Take this,” he said; “ it is too small
for you, but the fleas in it will keep you
warm."
And so, wrapping his dirty covering
about his shoulders, our countryman
started on his painful march to Jalapa.
At three o’clock in the afternoon they
reached the town. The American was
hustled into a wretched adobe hut on
the outskirts of the village, and the
Mexicans, after posting a guard around
the place, tied their horses under a shed
and gave themselves up to rest and bois
terous recreation. Inside the hut on a
rude bench the American sat silent hour
after hour. At length be walked to a
little window and begged for water.
There was no response. The bare walls
only echoed bis cry of “Aqua! aqua!”
All the next day, too, the prisoner
was kept without food or drink or
clothes. At times his mind wandered
a little. At sunset the cool evening air
somewhat revived him. He moved his
bench under the window of the hut, and
stretching himself under it listened
carelessly to the idle conversation of the
soldiers outside. Suddenly his heart
gave a terrible throb; a cold perspira
tion overwhelmed him, and he fainted.
What he had hear was this: The sol •
diers were talking about a fair that was
to open in Jalapa on the morrow, and
they were detailing to a new-comer
some of the amusements that had been
planned for the occasion.
We are going to have a shootiffg
match at noon," said one; “we have
got an American spy in that box yonder,
and we are going to tie him to a stake
and shoot at him with our revolvers.
Whoever bills him will get five silver
dollars. The dog’s hours are num
bered ’
These were the words which had fallen
on the American like a pall.
It was probably much less than
hour that the prisoner lay insensible,
Then he roused himself and, like the
brave man that he was, looked his
doom in the tnce. So he was to die, and
die the death of a miserable cur; he, the
inhabitant of a pleasant Northern city,
with youth, health, kind friends and
fortune. To bo tied to a stake in a
Mexican market place and shot for a
paltry prize. These thoughts were
maddening He called fiercely to his
captors to liberate him; lie strode fur
iously up and down the room; he rushed
to tho window and rattled the bars;
and finally from sheer exhaustion ho
sank down on the floor in despair.
He lay still for a long time.
He could not mark the hours, but at
length he knew by the oool w ind that
crept in through the bars, that day—his
last day—was not far away. Then ho
heard a coc'i crow; and then he saw a
bright ray of sunlight come flashing
into his hut, and he was sure that he
had but a few hours moro to llvo. He
made up his mind that ho would die
bravely. He rose to his full height,
stretched his limbs, and raised his head
proudly. As ho did so he heard the
sound o! horses galloping toward him.
Ho rushed to the window and looked
out. A cavalry officer in a fine unif rm,
with flashing arms and equipments, and
followed by a squad of men, was com
ing overy moment nearer and nearer,
.Tbe lounging guerrillas around his
prison started up and stood respectfully
aside; several who lingered wero
knocked over by the hurrying hoofs of
the horsemen. The officer rode close up
to the hut, and, pulling his horse almost
on to his haunches, he leaped to the
ground. With a quick and angry
command to the guard at the door the
bolt was drawn back.
The American, entirely naked, was
standing in the middle of the room.
Advancing, and speaking in English,
the officer said:
“ Who nre you, and where do you
come from P”
“ I am an American traveler from the
State of Massachusetts,” was the reply.
“ Massachusetts i” said tho other;
that is near Connecticut. I went to
school in that Stato years ago. I like
Americans. Yesterday I heard in this
city that some rascally follows had cap
tured an American and were going to
torture him at the fair to-day. It is
fortunate for you that I have come.”
Then taking off his co it ho insisted on
the American wearing it, and, in re
sponse to his call, other garments were
soon obtained.
“Now,” said the officer, “take this
horse and come to my quarters.”
TUen, turning around, he shouted out
in Spanish to the chief of the guerrillas:
“ Francisco, if I hear of another prank
like this, I shall send my orderly to
blow out your brains."
At the officer’s quarters in tho city,
our countryman received every possible
attention, and as soon as he was rested
and refreshed he was furnished with
horses and money and escorted safely to
Vera Cruz.
AN ARIZONA WONDfiK*
Han’t Let the Fire Go Out.
Curtis Andrewa, living in the Fourth
district of Carolina co mty, is now
eighty-two years old. His wife is
nearly the same nge, and they have lived
together for sixty years. Their life has
been plain and laborious,but their faces
wear a look of smiling content that
draws kindly feeling toward them.
When asked tho secret of Ills happiness,
Andrews replied: “Well, sir, I have
always noticed that there i3 more
trouble between man and wife over
making the fire in the morning than
anything else. If they can get along
smoothly about that, everything else is
smooth.
" jf-s wife and I went to housekeep
ing together in our log cabin fifty years
ago. We’ve only got one fireplace, but
that’s a big one. When we moved in
said to her: • Sally, I’ll make the fire
and I’ll tend to it.’ I made that fire,
and it’s been burning ever since. For
nigh fifty years I’ve fixed it up in tho
morning. I’ve never had any matches
in the house, and there are never any
sulphur smells in the household. While
that fire burns, sir, there is peace in
Curtis Andrews’ house.”
SOME OLD PEOPLE.
A Remarkable Oar* in the Sant* Rita
Mountalrii-The Boltomleae Fit.
The Tucson (Arizona) Citieen says:
For several years the existence of a cu
rious cave noar Greaterville has been
known to the miners of the vicinity, but
the difficulty of thorough exploration
has deterred many from visiting it, and
half its wonderful extent is yet un
known. From P. J. Coyne, a well-
known and reliable prospector, who is
in the city, in company with Mr. John
son, a Citizen reporter gathered some
interesting facts regarding the cave, the
result of’a partial exploration. The
cave, which is known by the miners as
the Aztec, is located about four miles
south of the Greatervillle placers, in a
limestone ridge. Quite recently a
party of miners, numbering eight
dr ten, including Mr. Coyne, determined
to discover, if possible, the extent and
resources of the cave, and provided
themsclvos with ropes, candles and
other necessities. They explored sev
enteen rooms in all, theoorridorsand
approaches to whioh extend nearly a
mile from the entrance. They ex
perienced great difficulty, os their pro
gress was frequently interrupted by
abrupt breaks in tbe plane of the cave,
at which breaks they rapidly used up
their available supply of ropes. Tho
cave has two entrances, which lead into
an oval cavity, thence a corridor leads
iuto a large room, and thence into a
still largor. In from tho latter are two
smaller cavities, and these comprise tbe
extentof former explorations. In them
have been found at various times in the
past relics of Indian occupation, in
cluding arrows and skeletons. In
one place several Indian skeletons
were found in a depression in the
floor of the cave, evidently fash
ioned by human hands. This latter
com is described as being of marvelous
beauty. It is irregular in shape, and is
full of all tho various forms which tbe
action of time has the power to create.
In one of theso rooms is a group of al
most perfect statuary. It consists of a
large block of limestone in tho shape of
a man, woman and child, the man being
in the center, and al o having the closest
resemblance to humanity. The head is
especially like that of a man, having the
features almost distinct, and surmounted
by a hat. A short distance away from
the group, in tho flickering candle light,
the illusion is said to be absolutely per
fect. At this point the cave discloses
tho strange feature of being two-storied,
to reach tho lower rooms of which it is
necessary to descend by means of ropes.
Here the extent of tbe old explorations
cease, and the adventurers had to be
careful lost some new and strange fea
ture of tho cavejoauso them trouble.
In one of a group ol three lower
rooms was found a huge stalagmite,
which was instinotively called Pompey’
P ilar. It is three feet in diameter as
tho base, and lessens gracefully in size
to the roof of the cave thirty feet high.
This is probably 600 feet below the sur
face. From the rooms last mentioned
corridor leads to a very large and
irregular cavity, and from this small
corridors lead to very beautful rooms,
which were given tbo names of diffeicnt
members of the exploring party. The
one named for Mr. Coyne i3 tho largest
in tho cave. From what was named
Halo’s Room” the parly followed a
steeply inclined tunnel, seventy-five or
eighty feet long, which terminated in .a
large abyss sixty or seventy feet Jin
diametor. Alter lowering one of the
party down the perpendicular sides from
the mouth of the tunnel as far as the re
maining rope would permit (about
seventy feet), and failing to find bot
tom, tho explorers named it the “Bot
tomless Pit,” and returned.
Robert Stewart, of Clearfield county
Pa , is 100 years of age, and is still very
active.
Mrs. Bridget Connelly died in Walt
ham, Mass., on Monday, at the alleged
age of 10S years.
Mrs. Henry Bryan was in her ninetieth
year when she died. She went to live
in Centerville, Ohio, in 1813.
Joseph Berlin, of Boll township, W est-
moreland county, Pa., died reocntly,
after he had become a centenarian.
The oldest man to speak from a politi
cal platform in the late campaign was
AmoB Perkins, of Unity, N. H., who is
in his ninety-third year.
Mrs. Fannie Hill, of Hardin county,
Ky., is ninoty-flve years old; and Marcus
Crandall, commonly known as the hero
of the Algerine war, is in his ninety-
fourth year.
John Brown, of Browns lille, Md., is
ninety years old, and still holds the post-
mastership there. He is the oldest office
holder in tho country. He waB appointed
in 1630, by President JaokBon.
Shadraeh Clayweil, a Western pio
neer, died at his home in Woodbine, 111.,
from a fall from a load of hay. Ho car
ried the first mall between Galena and
Freeport, marking his course with a
hatchet.
Mrs. Hannah Solvers, of Mount Piepl
ant, N. J., has celebrated her ninetieth
birthday. She is the mother of heavy
weights, the lightest of her children
tipping the scales at 940 pounds and the
heaviest at SCO pounds.
Altoona is proud of thirteon of her
citizens, whose ages aggregate 1,119
years. One of them, James Ncwburry,
who is in his eighty-fifth year, served in
the war ot 1919, in tho Mexican war,
and throughout the late rebellion,
John Kynor was born at Mount Hope,
N. J., in sight of the old furnaoe and
foundry in which, during the Revolu
tionary war, oannon and cannon balls
wero made by the Continental army.
He died recently nt Boonton, aged
ninety-four years.
Fivo generations of tho Longfellow
family aro living under tho same roo
at Malcom, Iowa. Charles Longfellow
has in his family his mother, aged near
ly sixty mine; his grandmother, aged
ninety-three; hU own daughter, and her
little child of threo months!
W# in in an way responsCd* for th* viown
r snfoi—a of
The Carpenter’s Plain Narrative.
" Ob, beam my life, my awl to me I”
He cried, bis flame addressing—
II I’d adze suoh a love as yours,
I’d ask no other blessing 1”
" I am rejoisl to hear you speak,”
. The maiden said with laughter,
" For tho’ I hammer guileless girl,
Its piano what you are miter I’
“ Now, if die love you |ust a bit,
Wlmt lurther will you ax ms ?
Now will you bo content to that,
Or will you inrthor taoks me?”
He looked hand-saw her words were square!
" No rival shall displaoe mo—
Yes, one more iavor 1 implore,
And that Is, doar Em, brace met”
HUMOROUS.
A Desperate Duel.
The Pesth correspondent of the Lon
don Standard describes a tragical affair
which occurred recently at Bittse, in the
Trenczin county, Hungary. M. Smia
lovsky, who was in his nineteenth year,
and son of a landed proprietor, and M
Moravsky, aged twenty-one, whose
father was district magistrate, agreed
some weeks ago to settle some romantic
differences by a duel. Having ordered
pistols from Vienna they went together
the evening before the combat to a local
ball and appeared to be on the most
friendly terms. In the early morning,
when the dancing was over, they went
arm-in-arm to the apartments which
they were occupying in common and
took a.few hours’ rest. At 8 30 o’clock
they went out alone to a neighboring
forest and took up their positions at a
distance of only three paces irom each
other. Both fired and both fell. M.
Smialovsky was unable to move from
the spot, but M. Moravsky was able to
drag himself to his lodgings. An hour
elapsed before a surgeon was able to
reach the man who had been left on the
ground. On the sixth day after the
duel both of the duelists died, each
having previously made a formal
declaration that the cause of this desper
ate encounter was an affair of honor.
A Hollow Man.
Joshua Joynes, a man well known in
the eastern par t of Virginia as a glutton
sat down to dinner near Onanoock, Ac
comae county, and disposed of a bill of
fare which consisted of filteen pounds
of pork, twelve links of bologna sausage,
souse from one large hog, one large
goose, which the gormandizer had been
fattening for a month, one full grown
chicken, one peck of sweet potatoes, one
dozen large biscuits, one large mince
pie, and six cups of strong coffee.
Joynes sat down to this repast at one
o’clock, and at 2.30 he had disposed of
every article named, picked the boneB of
the fowls, and took a glass of eggnog.
He then smoked a pipe, jumped on a
horse, and rode five miles through the
frosty air. Joynes weighs 250 pounds,
and is a good-humored old feilow of
sixty.
Georgia proposes to go into a new
industry—tne cultivation of cork trees.
Experiments recently made with acorns
procured from Spain have been satis
factory. There are some well grown and
very interesting specimens of the cork
tree at Milledgeviile, with bark thick
enough for use. The condition of the
trees demonstrates that they find a genial
soil and climate in Georgia.
flora lor Fuel.
Thera are plaoes in tho West and
Northwest whuro scarcity of fuel has
forced people to burn corn again thiB
winter. The frequent recurrence of the
fuol famino in those plaoos loads a cor
respondent in the St. Paul Pioneer-Press
to suggest what he calls a practical solu
tion of the problem. Coal cannot be
found, and tbe use of wood will soon ex
haust the available supply of that arti
cle; corn is the only substitute, and
must be the fuel of the iuturo. For
stoves it is superior to any other sub -
stanco, hard coal only excepted, and
it is cheaper than anything that
is likely to be used for fuel. Two or
three acres of corn will afford an ordi
nary iamily a year’s supply of fuel; and
this writer alleges that the same corn
sold in the market, and tho proceeds
turned either into wood or coal, will not
begin to do it. Of courso he speaks ol
ttie far northern prairies. Corn may be
used in either a wood or coal stove
without any change of grates, and
makes a steady hot fire, which can be
regulated as readily as a coal fire. Two
bushels of corn in the ear, it is estimated,
will keep a comfortable fire the coldest
day In winter. Regarding the squeam
ishness about burning an article that
is used for food, the writer says
pointedly: “I would sooner have
au acre of corn that con be
replaced in a single yet r a!wn to bunr
an aero of timber that if, taken years to
replace, oven on the score of sentiment.”
There is common sense in this. It is
cheaper for people on the fertile prairies
to raise their fuel, as they do their food
and save what little timber they have
for other purposes—sentimental squeam
ishness should not deter them from
doing so. Moro cooked food is daily
thrown away than would feed the
hungry poor, and it i3 done without
compunction. While there can be no
excuse for this wastefulness, theire is
good reason for burning corn when it is
of more value for fuel than the proceeds
would be if used in the purchase of
wood or coal.
When does a look get ripe-enough to
pick P
How to raise the wind—Use a pair of
bellows.
A novelty in needle work—Setting np
tho obelisk.
An expert skater possesses an ioe ac
complishment.
" Teeth inserted without payin’,” re
marked the tramp, as he bit into a stolen
pie.
“ Figures won’t He.” Yes they willl
See how nicely they lie on each other-
1881.
i,“Say, mamma, when Vesuvius has
eruptions, do they give it sulphur, as
they do moP”
Better to keep warm by a thirty dollar
stove than freeze by a polished five
hundred dollar heater.
We hear about the finding of the jury
in all sorts of cases, except a dry goods
caso. Why don’t the jury ever hide in
one of those?
Make up your mind jnst what yon
would do if your steamboat collides or
takes fire, and then practice on it out
from a two-story window.
The butter was strong enough to make
tho syrup run, the coffee held its ground
well, the potatoes made eyes at the
affray and the beet blushed scarlet.
If there is anybody who has our sin-
cerest sympathy it is the dear young
man who has on a white vest so stiffly
starched that ho feelB os if he was clap-
boarded in front.
There is enough gold bullion in the
New York assay office to keep the
Puiladolphia mint employed ior six
months in coining gold exclusively.
And jet some people think this country
is going to the dogs. Wo think it is
going into “ eagles.”
An experienced matron says: “A man
will oat soggy biscuits twice a week
without a complaint when his girl in
vites him out to tea, but when the girl
becomes bis wife, it there is the faintest
indication of a touch of saleratus in
them, the neighbors will tbink the dis
trict school Is out for recess by the
racket he makes.”
During tho recent civil conflict there
wore two volunteers lying beneath their
blankets, looking up at tbe stars in a
Virginia sky. Says Jack: “What
made you go into tho army, Tom P”
Wei',” replied Tom, “I had no wife,
and I love war. Wbat made you go
Jack P ’ “ Well,” « plied the latter, “ I
had, and I love peace, so I went to the
The house which Davy Crockett once
lived in at Lawrenceburg, Tenn., is
still standing, and divers persons in the
neighborhood possess legal documents
written out by his own hand as justice
of the peace. He had a mill near the
house, but it is said went off hunting
and electioneering while his wife took
care of the grinding. Mrs. Crockett
was a woman of great strength, and
could handle sacks of grain with ease.
An English lawyer went into a bar
ber’s shop to procure a wig. In taking
the dimensions of the lawyer's head, the
barber exclaimed, “Why, how long
your head is, sir!” “ Yes,” replied the
legal gentleman, “we lawyers have to
have long heads.” The barber pro
ceeded with his vocation, but at length
exclaimed, “ Why, sir, your head is as
thick as it is long!” Blackstone
winced.
Changed Her Mind.
George Bovard is the name of a young
Methodist minister who attended the
annual conference of the M. E. church
at Mercer a couple of years ago. While
there he and a young lady teacher of the
Soldiers’ Orphan school, located in
Mercer, fell in lovo with each other. Her
name was Clara Shaffer. Ho was about
to start for India to Christianize the
hcathou. A correspondence was kept up
between the two, and he wanted her to
come to him, be married, and assist him
in his labors. He had no money to
pay her expenses, and she
had none. In this emergency
a few months ago she made a confidante
of “Dick” Wright, a heavy clothing
merchant of Mercer, and he being a big-
hearted man witfi generous impulses,
offered to supply her with what money
she needed to reach her far off lover.
She gladly accepted his offer, and at
once began her preparations for the long
journey. “ Dick’’and Miss Shaffer were
thrown much together for a while, and
about the time she was ready to start he
was deeply in love with her himself.
But he said nothing, and she started fbr
New York with enough of “Dick’s*,
money in her pocket to take her to
India.
Two or three days after her departure
he grew despondent, and chided himself
for having given away hi3 chance for
Virchow, an eminent German anato
mist, has written a treatise on the well
authenticated cases of human beings
with tails. He says, an infant, born at
Aldenburg, bad a tail whose movements
were under its control, though it waB
usually doubled up like a pig’s tail.
A New York undertaker displays in
his window a miniature hearse, drawn
by four prancing horses, and a little
coffin with a doll inside, surrounded by
a group of mourning dolls,
Dr. Legoff, of Paris, allowed blood
to be pumped Irom his own veins into
tbo body of a wounded soldier—the
operation being that of the transfusion
of blood. The sick man recovered and
tbe doctor’s health failed. Ho tried
change of climate in hope of improve
ment, but without avail, and be finally
died from the effects of his generosity.
C. S. Read, tbe English commissioner
who inspected the farming in this
country, told an English farmers’ club
recently that if farmers in England
would livo as poorly as the Western
pioneer and do without the same com
forts, they could make ns much money.
marrying Mis3 Shaffer himself. A
xHl
thought struck him, and that was to fol
low her, and, if possible, overtake her
before she boarded a steamer in New
York for distant India. He acted
promptly on the thought, took the oars,
reached New York, and found the ves
sel on which she was to sail. Miss
Shaffer was already on board; he made
known his affection, asaed her for her
hand for himself, was accepted, and the
two returned to Mereer a few days ago
as man and wife.
The outcome is a little rough on the
young minister who is wrestling with
superstition and idolatry in the jangles
of India —Pittsburg (Pa ) Commercial.
Women physicians practiced their
profession xn Egypt over 3,000 years ago,
and then, as now, there were medical
schools that adopted the co-education
plfW.