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wwranamn.'Bigr*..-xo •; .. .. .. -?.yj "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?”