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"6ALUHERS INDEPENDENT,"
PUBLISHED EYEBi SATURDAY AT
QUITMAN, Q- -fY . ,
BY
J. C. QALLAHER.
TERMS OP SUBSCRIPTION'
TWO DOLLARS per Annum in A<lvana-.
AROSE.
Blic sits in the darkened parlor Where the flro
lieht flickering falls,
Her thoughts are dark as tile shadows that som
bre siiow on the walls;
For to-day she knows for the first ad time —the
thought alio is loth to mvn—
That of all sad things in n woman’s lot, 1 1is the
saddest to ho alone.
tt scorns as if it wero yesterday that lovers wore
picked as tiowers,
When all day lon#, 'mid dance and song, they
came and went with the hems;
When, butterfly like, she sipped the sweets that
fell from every tongue.
And flatterers dwi lt on her eliarms, and felt that
she and her heart were young.
bone with the hours, gone with the flowers, is
all of that coterie,
And to-day she sits by the parlor tire With never
a lover idgh.
And lonely thoughts, the bitterest thoughts,
that e’er in the mind can dwell.
Usurp the place of her vanished friends, and
never a flattery tell.
Where is Harry, and where is Claude who vowed
they would over he true?
And Jamie, who sang of lev golden hnlr, at: ' n-.v
beautiful eyes of him V
Ah! heart of mine, at another shrine they fall
upon bended knee.
And never a tmo-henrtod ono of them all that I
c*n bring back to me.
Metlionght I was at the hall last night and un
der the gaslight gleam,
I danced and talked, and happily walked in the
light of a bygone dream;
But when I turned to my partner’s side, with
my gayest, fondest air",
The lights Immed dim as I looked for him, and
I wandered alone in de-nair.
Is It true that he who loved me well, and was
ever hovering near.
Now careless bonds where my footsteps tends,
and greets my smile with a me: r?
Ah me! that sir 1: must come from the hi: ;t, a
sigh iiki: an echoing groan.
Of all sad things in a woman’s lot, '.ls the sad
dest to Vie alone.
RUTH’S THEORIES.
, “Didn’t I toll yon so! Them's tint very
words T used when I saw them at the snrb
lin’-school together the first time.” Miss ]
Melinda Smith threw a snappishly tri
rtmphant smile across the gaudy quilt to I
accompany her remark, holding the to cup
half between the little stand near and her
lips.
“Didn't I toll yon so !”
“Rut I deelair ! who would a thought
it 1”
“What on earth ho can see in that pale
faced, lilly-fingored chit to make a wife
of, I don’t see.”
Melvina Brown smiled vacantly across
the smoking contents of her eighth cup
and chirruped- an echo.
“I never liked him either," eon tinned
Miss Melinda. “He has 'poured sorter
stuck up since he same hack from school
in’ and if there’s anything cm earth, Vina,
Idetest, it's stnekuppishness oil account of
learnin’; I always disliked it. What
good's a person for it, alter all; they go
mopin’ round tendin' hooks and dreamiu’,
as though there wasn’t anything else in
the world to do. If .I was a man and 1
wanted a good wife, I wonld’t go far f.r •
ono T can 1 -T1 you.” Wi. t -er she i.mn.d j
at the,patch on her own s!u or M- i. ina’
dress-binding it would he diflicnlt to tell, j
hut it certainly carried in it expression j
that whatever person rested in her mind"; ;
eyov. f.llid he a good wife, in her hlimhle
estimation. Another echo from the foot i
taier across the quilt, end Melvina Brown
Mew her nose energetically, making a re
mark about elder Spigpins’ wife’s bonnet,
that led to its being torn to pieces by the
twq. They were honest in tie ir oxpres
sions—as women always are. Melinda
Smith hadn’t cared a snap for John Kush,
their nearest neighbor, since, -let me see—
ahont the time Itnth Baker came to teach
in the little seliool house among the tre<
at the head of Clear Lake
And Melvina lmd “hated the sight of
him” since he commenced to go acres;
their meadow to talk about the “Grams r
movement” with “that gad-about Linda
Smith’s father.”
I trust, dear reader, I am not. tolling se
crets when I say they drank on an average
eight cups of tea each, and went home
frilly impressed with its wonderfully bene
ficial effects on their sex. During these
delightful hours of guzzle and go sip
other scenes and experiences were being
enacted in the bnncli of half-stripped for
est trees, whore stood the school house,
stained and streaked here and there where
the sway-backed trough leaked its liquid
contents, mingled with the fallen
leaves.
Its weather -board, warped and broken,
gave glimpses of the wonderful internal
organism, making cosy hiding places for
our treasures. The gay pictures and won
derful almanacs, placed, we fondly im
agined, to be found and commented on by
future generations. Poor old house! It
was the creaking and groaning of age and
debility.
•The windows, paneloss and ragged fr< m
a thousand flings from malio’ous boyhood,
and in a measure patched with pieces of
copy-books, and great dropsical looking
capitals. Some elongated ns though there
were no end to the heights of the youtli
fnl writer’s ambition, and others, weary in
their efforts, stopping short, at the first
story of a two story-letter. Bits of braid
officiate in some instances, the window s
near the teacher’s desk having been igno
minouriy boarded tip. As we are inter
ested in flfiss Baker we peep across the
threshold to see her and her surroundings.
Invisibly suspended, fleeting and kicking
each other in glee, we see an army of p,i
jier men; bits of white thread are tied to
the caps, the other end buried in large
sized wads dried upon the ceiling. We
naturally looked to the parentage of the
lndicrona spectacle. There they were, what
we had been so long ago we bad forgotten.
Carroty-headed yontli in youth’sdreas, one
snspender made at home, a pair of pants
that needed repairs, and hickory shirt- not
hid from view by the buttonless jacket.
He who was giving expression to liis fu
ture profession, cutting deep letters with a
long knife, with its tough spinal column,
and unbendable tail, hart worn a bole
in the pocket of every dress she owned.
The youthful gormandizer, who now
and then nipped a huge bite from a very
rosy-clieeked apple, that grow under the
desk.
The tattler wlio sowed fatal seeds to
childhood’s happiness, behind a Webster’s
spelling-book.
The worker, with contracted brow and
swelling heart, toiling, ready to weep over
fhe knotty qnestions before him.
The pencil-sharpener, slyly at work as
he supposes, rasping the nerves of those
who have any, for we heard him plainly.
“Neighbor’s boy, ” who has no mother
to draw a neat, patch across the rent 3 1 :
shame trios to hide as he stand, up to spell
VOL. I.
Wo saw those fathers of the swaying fig
ures. We sec another, too*-one of the
grown-up boys -for when the crowd
trooped out, and echoes came to ns with
out number, growing fainter and fainter
I until they fell in the lake and were
drowned, not having strength to cross it..
John Bush was the name of the grown
up one, and he was seen by the trim little
figure at the desk, for it was closed quickly
the brown head encircled the sweet, blush
ing face of Ruth Hiker, ns she came to
greet the great, strong man at the door.
Ah ! it’s no wonder, John Rush, yon
came from the old farm in its solitude.
Ripples of brown hair, soft and full
of dimples. Yes; dimples of the cutest
kind.
Loving brown eyes, where slept truth,
clear with the purity of the soul within;
full, plump cheeks that gave an expression
of health and happkiess; dainty figure.
The “chit” Melinda Smith spoke of
at the same hour at Mrs. Wilson’s qnilt
it>K-
John Rush admired, aye, lived with all
th-i st>- ,: ; ;m o! ids- ,Vnly nature the e::i-
TXidied bit of perfection before him.
She knew that lie loved her; she knew
that she loved him; she thrilled when he
came near her with a strange, magnetic
shock of happy love, atld he responded to
her unspoken affection with full, deep tone
of perfect harmony; yet no word of love
had been spoken. John Rush sought and
found in the noble woman before him
what lie had looked for in vain before.
Her sacrifices to the love she bore her
mother; the taunts and flings from out
raged ignorance, had each worked upon
his heart, mid finally made him her admirer
and champion.
Until Baker wan nn educated, accom
plished woman. The only support of a
mother left in want through the mistaken
warmth of heart that led to indorsements,
ruin and death, for the father and Ims- i
baud. Full of courage and ability, she j
“came out strong under adversity.”
“Mother,” she said, “I will go to the I
place yen remember I loved to visit so!
much in brighter days, end get a school, j
I am sure they will give it to me; yon j
can remain at the home that is left us, and
I will support yon. There, mother, not 1
a word. My work I will not neglect.
It’s a grand place for dreaming, and I am
sure vviil aid fancy to procure a home where i
we shell live in comfort.”
Their parting we cover from the world’s ,
eye.
The entrance upon her new duties made
a stir in Hovnete, lie. But the soon ru- i
mored “doin’a” between Ruth and John
Rush sent the hornets singing in each
other’s cars. Strange stories of walks,
talks, and “not to lie mentioned” facts.
During it all, honest John Rush rubbed
liis bauds in ghe, glanced over broad
acres, rummaged old chests ami quaint
rooms dusty with cobwebs of passing years
-lie would not allow to be touched—-nil
the Hmc anew song in his heart—a new
light in his eyes.
llonirtsvilhj buzzed ns ho “slicked up”
and went across to the woodlawn, to the
place we raw him.
It whs one of those afternoons when the
leaves make snd music ns tliev echo their
soft drooping in the almost silent woods,
broken only by the sound of falling nuts,
or the red-heiided woodpecker as lie works
-it the old dead beech near the school
- When the sumac leave;; were in
iho glorious hot-tie of their lives, and pokc
| berries offered-their rich cluster to the
would-be Indian of the scholastic tribe,
whose face alwav.-i gave indication that ho
had played too long, to perform a perfect
ablution. What it was in the atmosphere
that made John Rush’s cheeks so red and
Ruth Baker’s glow and flush, wo cannot
tell, Hides-; the exercise of John’s walk, or
the reflection in the taco lio bent over Miss-
Ruth, as he said; “You aro as fair as a
snnkisaed apple in its frame of autumn
leaves; as fho sweetest face of happy
childhood before a care has indelibly
traced its line; as sunlight on the waves
that ripple on the lake; as the lily that,
stoops to kiss the waters’ moist lips; as—-”
“Why, Mr. Rush!” the laugh that carat
from her lips awoke the birds. “Why, 1
never beard such nonsense from your lips.
I shall have to ask you to write one or two
chapters in my new book,” and she laughed
merrily.
She saw tho shade that swept over the
face and hastened to correct herself, “l
do not mean nonsense exactly. You know
I mean that you nre—that is—you know
what I mean.” Her eves sought the hick
ory nnts lying in the leaves, their clumsy
hull nibbled by tiny teeth of squirrels.
They walked along silently. The great
boots marked a path through fallen
leaves, and their eyes wandered with tin ir
hearts.
By mutual consent they stopped n- the
point. No word was spoken. Tim glory
of an autumn sun o’er nature’s hi unties
found silent -.vorebippi rs. The lake spread
broad and dear at their feet. The dimly
ti
with floods of sunshine.
The wide-spread acres beyond, tented
with the gathered harvest; tho comfortabi -,
cosy farm-houses, the hazy film, God’s
veil over tho face of nature, lie looked
at her, she at hinj.
“Miss Ruth,” ho spoke low an-l ear
nestly, “how beautiful is this world we
live in; lessons of truth grow at our feet, i
are on every hand, speaking with dumb
but eloquent lips of God’s goodness and
power; but, Ruth, the world with its
bounty,, the old home I—there 1 —there where the
blue smoke curls so cheerfully, occupying :
in my heart heretofore the space you now
fill, would lip. cold, empty, void of all
pleasure; life would be a weary pilgrimage
without you.”
John Rush did not kneel at her feet, for |
it was slightly damp; he spoke not with
one hand upon his heart, and the other |
describing circles in the air; but, like tho i
true nobleman he was, stood respectfully i
before her with his hat in his hand. Dur
ing the conversation l;e dropped it, hold
ing her hmnl in both of Lis; his head bent
forward as he bent to listen to her answer.
Ho felt a tremor, slight, indeed, but that
affected him strangely.
Thefe was a silence between them for a
time. The brown head bent low. What
was the matter ? What the doubts ?
Could it bo possible he had misinterpreted j
the love he thought he read in those j
honest brown eyes ?
A squirrel dropped a hickory-nut near *
them, and skurried to its nest in the liol-;
low tree. ,
The music of the autumn woods, in full
harmony, swept by them, down the dimn
ing aisles.
Yet uo word.
As the man stood before her, hope dial
within him a sickening heart sadness
oppressed him “There, Ruth, speak ’
QUITMAN, (IV., SATURDAY, MARCH 7, 1874.
Ihe muttered, in deep tones. “Speak ! I
| am, in a measure, prepared. The ominous
■ silence of your lips has deadened my heart.
You need not fear ! If it must bo so, GoJ
j help me to bear it,”
Her lips moved, he bent lower. “Mr.
j Rush, yon will forgive mo, I know you
will forgive me. J meant no wrong; I
earee dreamed this, and yet J see new,
| clearer than before, I do not dislike you.
i Oh, no ! John Rush, these have been the
: happiest days of my life- iheso, spent
; with you; fdo not deny it, and yef you
: speak of love I and what follows love ?
' Marriage t Can I marry you ? No I then
tis better we part. Yet. I would not leave
; yon without reason. ”
He stooped forward, and with Lin great,
[ kind hand, pushed back tho struggling
; emir., and kissed her forehead; a tear,
| round and large, one so clear it must have
i come from the bottom of his honest heart,
I dropped on her bosom and remained.like
| a gem.
I lie was pone; tho leaves swished,
| Hv/i.-hcd, as hia rapid steps carried him
| from her.
She would not have been a true woman
and restrained her tears.
No such man as John Rush had ever
crossed her path before,
Wlmt were her feelings for him ? She
thought with fear she loved, with fear be
er, use it was contrary to her pet theories
and notions. Those she had intended to
explain, but he was gone. Had she net]
loved before in youth? and could a true
woman love twice ? She did not think of
tho numerous second marriages within the
reng -of her own acquaintance, that so
far as tho world knew w ere happy, ones.
She thought of tho first love that comes
with budding youth and womanhood, j
That tierce, undying love that has raged]
in tho breast of every youth and maiden
in the laud to a stronger or less degree.
Look back, dear render, at the sweet
heart of long ago. Do you remember soft |
l line eyes, and lmir you thought so lovely j
in plain braids, with t-lie bit of ribbon at!
their ends ? Do you remember how you j
thought of separation ? And now you i
smile softly and think of her, the mother ]
of some good mini’s children, and wonder !
“how on earth you could have linen bo
green as to have ioved that woman.”
Rather sadly Ruth went to the old farm !
house—very quietly. With an occasional
choke, she drank a strong cup of tea and |
went up stairs to wait for to-morrow eve-!
ning after school. Of course he would!
come and she could explain; she was a j
poor young thing, and perhaps he could
enlighten her. it might be she was too
censorious of self, too fond of her theories.
However, she would ask him to-morrow.
When the chapter \v:i., road and tho prayer
offer, and, li.nt.li felt sure she would rest, but j
then it’s so hard to sleep and argue a qaes- j
tion that is bearing on our nunds; tho or-1
gum-nt in some way grows!
stronger and stronger—opposing forces |
meet to drive sleep away—and Ruth arose j
satisfied that she would see John Rush j
and fix matters- -not that she intended to ]
yield at. ell. but simply to talk tho mailer j
over V.’it-I him; he loomed to understand]
her; sho had found in iaelf asking his ad
vice about a great, many things; it was so !
comforting to have such a friend.
The d-iy passed as usual; the routine!
about over, alio found lieive’f con
sulting her old fashioned watch, and peep !
ring through a hole in the. window Unit
someone had made; so fortunate, too
for it was the window that looked toward ;
the old farm where ho lived. An expres- i
isi on of concern crept across tho usually
serene face; the glances grew more and
more nervous, tho face sadder and sadder.
She had forgotten the school. “Miss Ruth
are you sick ?” It was one of her favorite;-;
who spoke to her. “No, dear; school is
dismissed." Mho had kept them in ton
j minute*. She hardly know whether she
j cured much or not, but then,,you know,
; lie might have come. She did not believe
| he. was around the corner hiding; from her,
intending to slip out and surprise her—lie.
was too dignified for that- but “she had
; not been rounjJ the corner for such a long
■ time.”
She romember-'d that nice or twice he
! had waited for her at the “point”- and
his form as it appeared to her eyes then,
j came before her mind’s eye now, and she
eagerly walked that way—nearer and
fiearSr - lie was not tlie.ro- then there
came a lonely, desolate feeling, and,
woman-like, a tear.
“Miss Ruth, have yon seen John Rush
to-day ?” Farmer Hotchkiss glanced over
his horn spectacles as though he expected
an explanation of something lie had heard.
“No, sir,” (bn answered Hurriedly.
“Tlii-t’i; qm or lie was to have made a
speech at the Grange Convention. His
tenant said lie came homo ’hont nine
o’clock, fumed around pie-king and fixing!
things, and 1011, on the train without leavin’
a word.”
O old you not have spared her, Farmer
Hotchkiss ? but you did not know.
Mho left the table quickly, and when
she earn;- to was lying on tho floor in her
own little room. Bho saw her heart now,
ever siiiee ho left her. Experience after
experience had told her one story—“ You |
love him, Knth; yon love him.” But now |
’twas too late to tell him; he was gone!]
In vain she tried her arts to discover Iris I
when:;.bouts. Occasionally a. letter, post- |
marked in some ont-of-tbo-way place
came, to bo followed by another in other
lands. The autumn and winter passed;
the spring-time came, with fresh, sweet
resurrections of winter’s burin!;-.--but no
revival in tier dead heart. Her hopes atld |
happiness were effectually concealed un
der chilling disappointment; she existed,
plodding from day to day the path once
so pleasant. She often wondered that
she had not noticed the distance before;
the ragged little hill tried her patience,
and tho glens, so much admired in the j
past, inspired her heart with fear.
Melvina Smith had notic'd from the
first the great change in Ruth, and had
busily passed her suppositions for facts. |
This was almost as hard to her as losing i
John Rush, but she bore it all without a
word, quietly trusting to the instinct of
her heart, whispering, “Tie will come
again; ho loved too deeply to forget.”
The summer came, and with it tho clos
ing days of the school year.
The anxiety of good Farmer Hotchkiss
for his boarder, had caused him .tor write
to Ruth’s mother, but the poured-ontj
grief on mother’s bosom gave but tempo- j
rary relief. ]
Many noted tho declining health of the j
teacher with pity. “It's too bad, so it is.
A sweet, gentle creature—my children
loved so much. I fear we ain’t going to
have her with us next y-ar. ” Gup
pins wiped her oyrs and shook her head
dismally
’Twas on the last day of school. Tho
examination and general jubilee of the
day was over. Sho stood alone in the old
j school-house, her brown lmiv trimmed
! with roses, and her white muslin dress,
! ornamented with two buds peeping from a
! mesh of nifties about tho throat, set mi
I her beauty to advantage.
Sho was wandering about without any
apparent object in view, pausing here and
there before Homo monument of boyhood
Mischievousness. AVhat was that? A
I manly shadow that had come'into her
1 dream-life. How it sent a crimson flood
ito her cheek and threat 1 thought; but
j how foolish; be will not come again. The
! color failed ns she arose to get the sun
| bonnet from the peg near at hand, the
shadow again nt her very feet, then do
! lieions darkness, and sho wandered off in
! the unknown land.
] AVluit lmud was that ? Whore was she ?
I A languor and peaceful rest came over her:
j the ;irt cost fort in -oh, so long a time.
] Mile dkfnofi varo to open her eyes to dis
turb tiio fimcy that possessed Iter. The
i touch was so much like a friend she knew,
] and the couch such a ono as liis arms
| would make. She would open her eves
! slowly. “What ! John, dear John ! yen
have come back to me? Ah, how could
you?” Vie wandered too.
But Vina Smith "knotted it all the
time.”-- Louis Globe.
Murder of Four Children by their Mother.
A terrible crime was committed in De
cember last at Uosersloh, in the Bavarian
Palatinate. The woman’s name is Cather
ine Blum, who, ten years ago, was engaged
!o be married to iho sen of a wealthy far
mer. named Alan Waakor. A qnnrrel
] arose between the lovers, and Adam, with
! : handsome sum of money, came to the
United States, wlee-o ho bought a farm
near Nt. C’tai is, Missouri. Several years
| after his arrival he married the daughter of
I one of his is ambers, who died two years
! ago. During this time Adam had lint
| heard a word from his Catherine. The
11; tti r had nn nmvhilo got married too; she
i had four children when her huabnml died
jin 1871. Aikiyi Wicker bad never really
j forgotten her, am I about a year ago lie
j wrote asking if she still was free, and
] would marry him. Bho answered that she
] was a widow, and would take him, but
omitted to inform him that she had four
i children, Adam Weaker thereupon went
| to Germany to marry his old betrothed.
J Upon arrival at ITasorsleh, ho was disa
] greeably surprised upon finding that. Cath
erine was encumbered with four children.
Their meeting, in consequence, was not ns
cordial as the woman desired, and Adam
told her that he was reluctant, to marry
her with so many little ones. For n time
j Catherine endeavored to overcome his
i reluctance; but finally told him that she
\ would ask nn aunt, of her’n to take charge
jof the children. Wacker consented on
tliiz condition t > take her to America. He
I left, for M-iyence, where Catherine agreed
l to rejoin him.
i Her four children were three boys.
| named Tfet; y, Willie, and Richard, aged
,r< sportively si:, five, and two years of age,
and a little gM of iln-e.o * named Martha.
Catherine and Adam had parted onK.hc (ith
|of December. He waited for her at
! Mnvence until the 10th, v 1. n she arrived,
ji (Sag him joyfully that her mu if. had
A e . iited to take chaia;c of her children,
j Tin reupon Adam Wicker went with herb
[ Bremen ami took pas age for New York.
1 The. steamer touched at Southampton,
! when the police arrested Adam and Catli
i eriiic oil the charge of having murdered]
the fotir little children. This is what hail
meanwhile occurred at Ilnsersloli. Cath
erine had, indeed, gene to Mannheim, and
seen her aunt, but had met with a refusal,
Nhe then returned to Hasorsloh, and pre
pared for her departure to America. Nhe
started with the boys and the girl, holding
her young son Richard in her arms, for
the Ilomhrry railway station, whither she
had previously sent her trunks. Oil the
i 30th of Dee. the corpses of the little ones
! were found in a deserted limo-kiln, about
! a mile from U.'! era.loh. Two of tho boys
j had their throats cut. Tho girl Martha
had ft fearful pa'll in tho bock of her neck,
and Richard, trie baby, laid his little head
crushed in. The discovery created a pro
found sensation and when it was shortly
afterward ascertained that Catherine had
taken the train for Mnyencc alt alone,
everybody knew that the unnatural mother
had murdered her own offspring. The
authorities traced her and Adam Wacker
to Bremen, and from thence telegraphed
for their apprehension to Southampton.
On the fith of Jauna'-y a Bavarian police
agent, started with tho two prisoners for
Uoirdi'-rg. Catherine ncknowledgr-d that
she had been present at tlio murder of her
children, lmt asserted that Wacker, who
had secretly returned to that part, of Gor
manv, had committed the deed. This
Wacker denied in the most emphatic man
ner, and said he could prove that at the
fourfold murder had been committed he.
had been at tho above mentioned hotel in
,Via'.-ne . The trial of the two lovers is
awaited with intense interest.
> —— ♦
Mrtw Bvrue -aarox-iifc WnmcY WAr..~-
Alias Jane Nv, i. shelm gives her views on
the women’s t mperanoo movement, as
follows:
To one who think" calmly, and recog
nizes man’s natural guardianship of v.o-
it is wonderful to r:oo hundreds of
thom-'.-i da of abb-bodied men stand aside
and cheer a few thousand feeble women
on to such a wasting, boneless physical
aoiilwr. What is it all but a, trial of
physical strength between the liquor I
dialers and th'rir assailants, with aji the
conditions in favor of the former. Who
does not. know it is hopeless ? Who does
not know that the man can sit longer by
tho hot stove than the women can kneel
in the snow ? Who does not know that
he mustwin the ena- when it comes be
fore tho courts ? Who does not know
that the law is not on her side ? Who
docs not know that they have no more
right to encumber a sidewalk with a prayer
meeting tent than with ft pig-pen? Who
does not know that they have no more
right to enter a man’s house without his
consent, or to hinder his Lawful business
by crowding his doorstep, than lie has to
set up a bar in the parlor of any ono of
them ? Who does not know that these j
women are re-enacting the part of tho old
sheep who knocked liis own brains ont
butting a swinging mallet? The thing
seems nt every stroke to give way, but re
turns with rebound to strike tho striker,
while the men who encourage tho on
slaught are like the boy who hung up tho
mallet for the sheep to butt at.
In Cartridge 111., boys under the age of
sixteen are. by a city ordinance recently
passed prohibited from chawing tobacco.
MURDER OF A GIRL BY HER LO CI ' .
| Tr’H*U' Scenon at th<* linqucut V MotHvr'n
flU'lfi.
Mary Lawler, a beautiful girl of twenty
one uml of virtuous life nnd reputation,
was culled from her work in ashirt fac
tory in New York, Wednesday, by a man
named John Doyle, who shot, her dead
m ith a pistol. Doyle was an officer of the
New York police force, and was nomeiVhiit
in liquor when he committed the atrocious
murder. The Wttrkl given the following
account of thrilling scene* which jkuw nt
the poor gill’s inqnost:
Tho jury viewed the lmdv, and were
about to be discharged until Monday,
when the inquest, will be hold, when Coro
mr Woltiiinn asked Captain Williams to
produce the prisoner. Tho jury were at
tluitjnomeiit in the day room, groping
around and staring at, the body in coni
i 1.., : ,th t nta pier of offloelß and citizens;
Ilie father atld mother were seated a short
distance from the body, wailing piteously'
and an undertaker was preparing a cof
fin.
Captain Williams sent the doorman and
an officer to bring up Doyle from the cells
below. They appeared to be gone mi un
usually long time, when suddenly a horri
ble din of ; tumping, shouting, and execra
tions alarmed the whole station house, and i
a number of officers]rushing down stairs,
found the murderer engaged in a fierce
combat with the doorman and officer. Tho
officers closed on Dovlc, and lmd a terrible
struggle with him. The prisoner appeared
to be endowed with superhuman strength,
and was dragged inch by inch to the foot,
of the stairs leading to the day room, nnd
then by half inches to the top steps of the
stairs, where he again fought like a tiger.
Nothing could be more tragic Or hotrihlo
than liwi scene. To the left t lio disfigured
body, the weeping parents, tlio snared ju
ror.! in fact, a panting mass of men. sonic
with bloody faces, and in tho midst of
them a rtuf haired, red faced demon,
breathing like a locomotive and gasping
curses. “Lot that man go," shouted Cap
laiu Williams, and, grasping him ns in a
vice, he half dragged, half carried him to
within n foot of tho corpse. There he
released him. Doyle quail'd; hia head
dropped ns his eye fell on the. corpse of
his victim. His head rolled as on a pivot,
and he looked away wildly.
Then enmo nn equally horrible scene.
The mother and father slowly rose, parted
the crowd betweeti them and the murderer,
and with every nerve nnd muscle strained,
advanced a pace or two, and the mother
began a. fearful curse: “Do you see that
lying there (pointing to tho corpse), you
bandit, you assassin, you drunken vaga
bond ? Do you know who that is ? That’s
my darling daughter Alary, my idol, who
never had a cross Word for me in her life,
who was rnv own, my beautiful own ! And
there she lies, slain by you, you son of a
brood of murderers ! Oh, you slaughter
ing wretch 1 is there no revenge for mo !
will no kind person, avenging heaven give
me :m arm ! Curse you, you vagabond I
curse you, you snake! May you fool my
curses till the day you nre drugged out,
dog that you are, to die oil the gallows !”
As soon ns possible Cap!. Williams took
the murderer by the nrirf and walked ldm
back to his cell. Doyle offered no ro-
H'-t:u:ee, end liis whole deni um was
changed. He informed Gaptain Williams
flint he did -“it” because he was drunk; lmt
thn testimony of people at No. 8d South
Fifth avenue allows that there was no sign
of liquor on him when he culled at the
house yesterday, and Sergeant Robert#,
who saw him when he was brought to tho
station-house, did not eotmider him intox
icated, Several circumstances show that,
nn attempted outrage followed the murder.
The exi Remold, in the Eighth ward is in
tense nnd had a crowd lmd rime to gather
Doyle would have been lynched before
getting to the stuHoii-hmise. Mary’s body
I was removed to her late home last even
ing.
What Dm Patto Nay. Many years
ago there lived in Virginia a Baptist
; preacher named B. Though uneducated
ho was a sound thinker and eloquent
speaker, nnd no minister had a more de
voted flock. It was the custom during the
inclement, season, to hold meetings at the
residences of the members, and once or
twice, during the winter, nt the bonne of
the preacher. For years it was observed
that B. neither preached nor conducted
tho meeting when hold nt his house, but
secured tho services of a neighboring min
ister. He was often pressed for an expla
nation, without succors; but finally in res- j
I mnse to the importunities of some of his
flock, he gave the following:
‘When J was younger than I am now
in f:A t, not long; after the eommenee
ment, of my ministration- T held a moot
ing at my own houso. It be,nig customary
for many of iho congregation to remain
for dinner, Mrs. B. sent our negro bov
Tim to our neighbor Paid’s for butter.
Tim returned and located himself, stand
ing on one foot at a time, in tho outskirts
of the congregation. Being well warmed
up in my sermon, thinking neither of Tim !
lior hia errands, but only of tho most sue-
Ci“- Till mode of pres ling homo my strong
est argument;, ! demanded with all the
energy in my power, “And what did
Paul say ?” Tim at the top of his little
squeaking voice, exclaimed, as Tim only
could have demo, “Ho said you couldn't j
get iinv more until you paid for wllftt you j
got 1” *
“This brought down the liouso, and ]
cut short ono of tho first cffu'tn of my
early ministry. Hince then, I have kept
my preaching disconnected from my do
mestic affairs.”
Fabwevs and liKowriAWoN. --The Rural
New Yorker makes these sensible sugges
tions in favor of watching Utato Legisla
tures when in session:
“If farmers were to meet at some market
place in their respective localities oneo a
week during the. session of the Legislature,
and discuss measures before that, body,
giving expression to individual views and
crystallizing that expression in a series of
resolutions and forward it to the Represen
tatives from their respective districts, they
might accomplish a great deal of good and !
prevent much harmful legislation. They j
would thus lot it ho known at the State
Capital fchat.they were watching the doings
of their agents and intended to have some
thing to say about it.”
,\Yo see no reason why farmers should
not take equal interest in the pnblioaetsof
their public servants in Congress. Our sys
tem of government is founded on the prin
ciple of direct responsibility to the pen
pie at large, by ait their representatives in
whatever office or sphere.
Anecdotes of Public Mtm.
The following historical contribution
reveals not only a very singular acoustic
feature of the old lfall of Representatives
in tho Capitol at Washington, lmt it dis
closes, also, that so grave a signor as At
: voider 11, Stephons, in (he midst of par
liamentary battles, could laugh heartily
over a practical joke, played by a mis
chievous page, upon an astonished rustic:
tn the old House of Roprosontatives, in
Washington, there were two points, about
sixty feet apart, in a direction from north
to South, across tho centre of tho hall in
front of tho hpeaker's desk, where persons
could converse with each other in whispers
without being beard by anybody else.
Amid the greatest uproar in the House,
and the tumult of loud and excited voices,
the sounds of stamping, talking, clapping
of hands, vociferous shouting, cheers in
the galleries, and tho thumping of the
Npeal cr’s gavel, through the distracting
hubbub might fill the entire hull from
floor to ceiling, and make it almost im
possible to understand what your next
neighbor was screeching at the highest
pitch of Ids voice, still this mysterious
whispering connection might be leisurely
maintained, attd a. conversation carried on. j
Olio of these seats was tenanted—about
six years lief tho war by Alexander H. j
Stephens. The other neat, was tho tern-!
penny property of a prominent Illinois
l'epreariitiilive, Major Thomas L. Harris.
He and Nteph- iis were warm potwonnl and
political friend'!. Often while a debate
was progressing would they whisperingly
exchange, throngh the mysterious arrange
ment, of their chains, sarcastic criticisms
on the debaters. But few knew of this pe
culiarity of the two seats except one of
the pages of the. House, a cunning little
urchin, who would occasionally exchange
niiaohievona messages through tho air,
between Harris to Stephens, and which
astonished both. One day I was in con
versation with Mr. Harris, when the page
crouched down behind Harris’s ir'inir, and
Harris at once divined his object. He
glanced across to the seat of Stephens, but
Ids chair was occupied by a constituent of
the Georgian from the mountain, for bis
rough exterior and back wood countenance
.-.bowed him to be a rustic. At Harris’s
intimation I too watched closely what was
Income. First, Mr. Rustic, turned his head
to the left, then to tho right, as if dis
posed to reply to some salutation; then he |
bent forward, sideways, backward, nnd I
even attempted to lift tho desk to look :
under it, ns if in search of something that |
absorbed his attention; next he looked up |
to the ceiling, whe.ro ho only saw the
elnuideiior. He grew more"and more nn-!
easy, hia eyes opened wide, ho stared va
cantly aliont him and began to tremble.
Hndifenly he jumped from his ehttif, raised
it above his head, examined it on nil sides,
and set it down again in a fury. Just then
Mr. Stephens returned to his scat, shook
hands with the old mail, and nfterlistening
to the recital of Mr. Rustic, burst into
laughter, a habit to which lie is but sel
dom given. Tho cause of Mr. Rustic’s
bewilderment was soon ascertained. The
mischievous boy availing himself of the
peeuli i' iu'i'ouk(!<■ connection' between the
two sents, had whisperingly sent the fob I
lowing messages: “How aro you, old
codger?” “lloTi'a Aunt Sally and her
com-col pipe ?” “Do you still get drunk
overy day on Scnppcrnong brandy ?”
“What the devil are you doing in hero ?”
“(let on y, sirpius and moke tracks, quick.”
“Old Nick is a looking for you with :,t red
hot, pitchfork.” “If you don’t get out,
.you befuddled old fool, I’ll send you
twirling into the Idling pot of tiro behind
the Hpeaker's chair.” Tho arrival of
Stephens stopped tho fun of the page but,
old Rustic never again entered the House
of Representatives, “so full of devils,” a
lie said.—jV. Y. Merrmy.
LoNOTwn’Y of nn! Ruses. - Nome' in
teresting notes upon the longevity of the
sexes aro given in l/nr/wr for February,
i t appears from the gathered statistics of
the world tlmt women have a greater te
nacity of life than men. Nature' worships
the female, in all of its verifies. Among
insects tlm male perishes at a idatively
early period. Tn plants tho Reininntc
blossoms die earliest, and aro produced on
the weaker limbs. Female quadrupeds
have more endurance than males. Tn the
lmmnn race, despite the intellectual and
physical strength of the man, the woman
endures longest, nnd will bear pain to
which the strong man succumbs. Zym
otic diseases nre more fatal to males, anil
more male children die than female. De
vorgia asserts that t.ho proportion dying
suddenly is about 10b women to 780 men;
1,0,80 men in the United States, in 1870,
committed suicide to 285 women. Intem
perance, apoplexy, gout, diseases of the
urinary organs, hydrocephalus, affections
of the heart or liver, scrofula, paralysis,
aro far more fatal to males than females.
I’ulirionary consumption,, on the other
hand, is more deadly to the latter. Fe
males in cities are more prone to con
sumption than in tho country. All old
countries nor, disturbed by emigration
have a majority of females in the popula
tion. In royal families tho statistics show
more daughters than sons. The Hebrew
woman is exceptionally long-lived; tho
colored man exceptionally short-lived.
The married state is favorable to prolonga
tion of life among women. Dr. Hough
remarks that there nre from two to six per
cent, more males born than females, yet
more tlum six per cent, of females in the
living population, and that tho population
is steadily inensisitig. From which sta
tistics wo eonclndo that ah" women, who
can possibly obtain one of these rnpidly
depavting men, ought to marry, and that
as men are likely to become so very scarce,
they cannot I/O S'lfff iently prized by the
utlicY Be'.
“Or.r, JLeKortY.”- A correspondent of
tho Jackson (Miss.) Nuwt, tolls how Gen.
Jackson got his title of “Old Hickory.”
lie says ho got the story from Gapt. Wil
liam Allen, a near neighbor of the General
arid who messed with him during tlioCreek
war: During tho campaign tho soldiers
were moving rapidly to surprise tho In
dians. nnd were without tents. A cold
Ma rch rain came on, mingled with sleet,
which lasted for several days. Gen Jack
son got a severe cold, but did not complain
us he tried to sleep in a muddy bottom
among Hie half-frozen soldiers. Gapt.
Allen and his brother John cut, down a
stout hickory tree, peeled off tho bark, and
made, a covering for the General, who was
with difficulty persuaded to crawl into it,.
Tho next morning a drunken citizen
entered tho camp, and seeing tho tent,
kicked it over. As Jackson crawled from
the ruins, the toper cried, “Hello, Old I
; i iekory ! come out of your bark, and jine ;
us in a drink ” {
ftilStlELL/iNEOUa ITEMS.
Church holies The rector's daughters.
The place for a pic-nle- The Sandwich
Islands. ,
• :* r,
V. by is a tulkativo young man liko ft
voting-pig? Bconuse, if he lives, ho is
likely to bcoomo a great boro.
A little girl of eight or ten summers be
ing asked what dust was, replied tlmt it
was mud with the juice squeezed ont.
A Virginia lady has recovered £I.OOO
from a no I road ootnpnnyjor carrying her
two miloH beyond where shu wanted iu go
out.
A medical writer says “the healthiest
position to lay iu is with the head to tho
north,” People who own hens should
bear this fafit, in mind.
It's rather remarkable that While several
thousand feet are required to make one
rood, n single) foot, properlyappHtnl, is
often sufficient to make ono civil.
We have boon informed that a pair of
lovers will ait up half tho night anil net
burn-as mmih kerosene ns the family uses
in an hour during tho evening.
Tlio Auburn TiulU'tin fashion editor,
sums up the present female costumes in
the brief word tnoknpbehinddollywrigglo
durnplmliUveness,”
A juryman remarked, “May it pleaso
yor honor, lam deaf in one ear.” “Theil
have, the box,” replied tho judge, “a
juror must, hear both sides.”
Let, us take care how wo speak of those
who have fallen on life’s field. Help them
up; do not heap scorn upon them. Wo do
not see the conflict. Wo do not know tho
wound.
NO. 44.
| A book-binder had n book brought him
!to be rebound. After the job was finished
i h 1 made the following entry ill his dnj
la T “To repairing tlio Way to Heaven,
25 cents.” ”,
“Wlmt is heaven's best gift to man ?”
asked a young lady on Essex street, Sun
day night, smiling sweetly oil a pleasant
looking clerk. “A boss,” replied tho
young limn, with great prudence.
There is a minister m Town City nmflhji
i. Jams. He may thank heaven that his
"uther did not name him James, for what
church would want tho jim jams preaching
to it ?”
Poor Milton, when blind, married a
shrew. The Duke of Ihffikinghairf called'
her n rose. “I am no judge of colors,”
replied Milton, "but I dure sav yon are
right, for I feel the thorns daily.”
“Matrimony,..” said a irtodem BenodtcA,
the other day, “produces remarkable
revolutions. Here am I, for instance, in
ten short months, changed from a sighing
lover to a loving sire.”
A gentleman having a deaf servant was
advised by a friend to discharge her.
“No,” replied that gentleman, with much
goi'd feeling, “Tlmtpoor creature would
never hear of another situation.”
Nome men never loose'their presence of
mind. In Mihvaukio lost week a man
this w lib mother in-]a\v out of a window
in the fifth s'feiy'o'f *1 ilidling bnildihg
and carried a feather bed down stairs in
his arms.
, j
An interesting little boy, timid when left
alone in a dark room, was overheard
recently by his iuoliie? bo say in his lonoli
in‘;;s, “O Lord, don’t lot anybody liurt mo
and I’ll go to church fsc.it Sunday and give
you some money.”
Henry VIII., after flip death of Juno
Seymour, had siWfi difficult;' -to jtfet an
othiir wife. His first olie. was to tho
1 Such: ;--s of Milan, but, her answer was that
she had but one head; if sho had two, ono
should be at his servieo.
A bachelor says if you hand a ladr./i
newspaper with u paragraph eut.out or if,
not a lino of it will be lead, but every bit
of interest felt in tho paper by the lady
will center in finding out wliat the missing
paragraph contained.
“What, would our wives soy, if they
knew where we are?” said the captain of
a schooner when they were beating about
in a deep fog, fearful of going • ashore.
“Hump, i sliekddn’t mind that if wo only
knew where we wore ourselves.”
A clergyman at, the examination of the
young scholars of his Sunday school, put
tin' following quest,ion: “Why did tho
per'phi of Isriu I set up a golden calf
“because they hadn’t money enough to
set up an ox,” was the reply of tho little
eliap, who took a dollar-and-cents view of
tho matter.
“T wouldn't c.ook for tho whole world,”
; exclaimed a fashionable young lady to her
I betrothed lover. “Of course not, ”ho ro
j |iliod. “Jf you wore to cook for (bo
whole world, you would never got through
vour work; but you'll bo able to nmftago
i it nicely for our little family.”
“ ’Tatoos 1” cried a darky peddler in St.
; 1/ouis. “Hush dut racket—you distracts
de whole of de neighborhood,” came from
jji colored woman in a doorway. “Ho you
kin hear me, kin you?” “Hear yon ? J
; kin hear you a mile.” “Thank Heaben
for dat f’so hollowing to bo heard.
! "faloes 1”
At a house where Dean Swift was mine
dining, (he lady of the mansion boasted
much of her family, observing that as her
'Ur me began with,a do it must necessarily
lie, of old French extraction. When she
! finished, “Now,” said the Dean, “I will
iliank von to help mo to a little of that
d'ntnphng.”
A Cincinnati boy, after gating long and
meditatively upon a painting representing
; Ihe Kiblical dertlino of pork where the
drove of devil-posse 1 >;ed swine were rush
ing down the hill into tiro sen -and being
told (he story, remarked: '‘l’ll bet the old
mail’d found some way to pack them hogs
and soil (•/. for pmuo mess, without
; wasting a ham.”
I A gontleivmw seated in the stalls of a
I heater, who wasantiotod w ith remarkably
I long earn, overheard the jocular remarks'
j of a m ighboring young man to another,
| which weir by far too loudly expressed.
I The proprietor of the ears turned round
j thereat and sharply said, “It is true, my
I ears are very large fora man, but yours
! are very small for an nas.”
If yon will watch a squad of men who
are standing on a corner, or lounging
about a public entrance, yon will Soon ob
serve one of them carelessly put his hand
in his pocket, keep it there a moment,
while he sweeps the horizon with an ab
stracted glance, and then drawing it forth,
wipe his mouth with the cuff. When his
hand comes down again a chew of tobacco
is in his mouth, iwd these about him who
have no tobacco are nono the wiser.
“Gentlemen of tho jury,” said an elo
quent advocate, “you hev hoern tho wit
ness swar ho saw tho prisoner raise his
gun; you hev hoern him sfrar ho saw tlm
flash and beerd the report? yott hev heern
him swar Jigsaw the dog fall dead: you
hev heefft him swar be dug the bullet out
with his jack knife, and you hev seen the
bullet produced in court; but w imr, gentle
men, whar, t ask you. rathe man who saw
dial biil)*tjliit (hat dog?”