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GALLAHERS INDEPENDENT, PUBLISHED EVEIIV SATURDAY AX QUITMAN, A, J. C. GALLAHER, 'TERMS OV BVBSCRIPTIO* I S VWO DOLLARS per Annum in Advance. THE UNKNOWN DEATH. A Ditffllvf’i Story, Murdof hail been done in Philadelphia —or, ut lc*t, so it wan supposed—and tliu impure w,tb full of it Tlie journals were divided in opinion about tho matter, some maintaining that it was a ease of simple suicide, others inclining to the belief tliat "there had been foul play, and still others arguing in favor of death from natural though uuknowu causes. Indeed, it Would apimar, at first sight, ns if the latter were tho true supposition, and the majori ty of superficial renders and thinkers who talked over the allair at homo or in the streets the next day, seemed to have very little trouble in arriving at a like conclu sion. All that was known was this: An esteem ed citizen—a man of wealth and high standing—had retired to rest tho night before apparently in sound health and good spirits, and at two otolock the follow ing morning had been found dead in bed, without one visible mark of violence upon his person. His son, who had returned hoine from a pleasure party at that hour, had entered his father's chamber to de jHisit the front door key there, and had made the horrible discovery. This young man, a steady, reliable and devout church member and .Sabbath school teacher, had then aroused the house, and communicat ed the ill tidings to tho terror-stricken family. At the coroner’s inquest I was present, and there the son, after repeating what has Insen said above, called the attention of the jury to the following additional and impor tant facts: that on entering the chamber be bad found everything undisturbed and us usual, that tho bod clothes even were not rumpled, aud that the position of the deceased as he lay, was so natural and ea sy that it was not until be had noticed the abseuee of the deep and regular breathing of the sleeper that he suspected, for au in stant, that anything was wrong. I was not oo the jury, but was there at the request of the family, in my ollioial ca pacity of murder detective, aud it is need loss to say that I subjected the body and its surroundings to tho closest scrutity; I could discover nothing, however, that ap peared in the least suspicious or to war rant a supposition of foul play. The post mortem examination failed equally to sat isfy, aud developed uo indications of poi son in the system; but one thing it did de velop, and that was, that up to the time of death the internal organs of the de ceased had all been in a state of healthy and vigorous action. For once in my life I was at fault, aud must confess that I did not know how to proceed; but still, for all the absence of proof, and tlie seeming regularity of things, I felt in me a deep mistrust that murder had been done in the premises and by no nuskillful hand, Whilst 1 was deliberating how to net, the non ourao over, aud began a conversation. He talked on the all-absorbing topic of the moment, and was as nervous, restless aud ugritutod as man could bo. We were walk tug rapidly up and down the chamber where lay the corpse, still fresh from the searching hands of the coroner’s physi cian, aud as we paused now and then to gaze in its pale, inanimate face, I remark ed that my companion shook with a slight and well-defined tremor. I made a meu tal note of tiiis, but at the same time did not attack much inqiortulicn to it, as I con sidered it but the natural effect of the trying|and painful sceuos through which the son so recently passed, and whose re collection was refreshed by these momen tary views of the dead. I did not, of course, for one moment imagine that tlie man at my elbow was a patricide, but a murder detective, from habit, is always on the alert, and as 1 had no clue whatever to follow in this matter, I was merely search ing for one everywhere -that was all. We continued our walk about the room. ‘ ‘This affair jmsscs my comprehension, ” said L “And mine also,” said the son. I was about taking my leave when a small piece of red.rag on tho floor, just under the edge of the I *sd, attracted my attention, sod I stoojfcd and (licked it up. The sou observed my motions, and said: “I wonder how that got there ? I have the rest of that article in my^lrawer—it be longs to *fie. ” e 4 ‘Do von want the piece ?” I asked. “Not at all,” he replied; but if you would like to have the remainder, I will got it for you. ” He left me without waiting for say re ply, and quiekly returned with the rest of the handkerchief. He handed it to me and said as he did so: “I am at a loss to conjecture who could have torn that for I thought it was safe in my apadflrent when I went out early in the evening.” I put the piece he gave me with the other I already had, my leave. Once at home and in wee solitude of my chamber, I sat down at my table and, with my face buried in both hands, fell to thinking and reasoning. I thought of the scene I hod just left, and could not doubt that the verdict of the coroner’s ju ry would be “death from causes un known. ” I thought of the son and of his torn handkerchief, and I spread out the latter before me on the table, and fitted it to the portion I had found wet and limn under the bed of the deceased. Then I* took the wet piece in my fingers and felt and looked at it. It did not seem to have been steeped in water, and to the touch it was just in the slightest way sticky. I further remarked that it had a very faint white tinge in spots, as if some kind of foam had recently been upon it. Just at that instant I caught sight of a paragraph in a daily paper lying in front of me, and mechanically read it. The paragraph was as follows: “A ghastly scientific discovery is report ed from Turin, where Professor Casturini, the celebrated ocnlist, has found a way of killing animals by forcing the air into their eyes a few seconds, and almost with ont causing pain. Experiments were re cently made at the Royal Vetrinary school, and it is said that they have fully proved the truth of the Professor’s invention. —• Within the space of a few minutes four ■ rabbits, three dogs and a goat were killed j in this manner. The most remarkable fact is that the operation leaves absolutely no outward trace. ” I started up instantly after having read this, and began rapidly to walk the room. I was flushed and agitated. Perhaps I had the key to the mystery I was searching to solve. “Gracious!” I thought, “if this para graph be true, might not the method of destruction be applied as fatally to man as to the inferior animals?” I hurriedly returned to the house of iSalUiljcr’s 3mVprmVnt. VOL. 11. | death and rang the bell. The son answered the summons in por son. He looked not a little surprised at my sudden return. “What is tho matter ?” he demanded. “Nothing,” said I—l was quite cool aud collected by this time—“l merely wished to make .-mother oxaminatiou of tho cham ber of tlie deceased." He led me to it at onee. I again scrutinized the body, this time paying more attention to the face and head of the dead man. There whs absolutely nothing to be seen there that 1 hud not seen before. I then pressed open the month slightly with my fingers, and, as I did so, felt, or fancied I j felt, tlie same slight stickuess I had dntect ied on the limp piece of handkerchief. I looked into the mouth, and nearly trem bled for joy to oeo there the oleany-defin ed white tinge of dried foam. For a moment I could hardly contain myself, slid my heart boat so loudly that I ; was almost afraid my companion would ! hear it and grow alarmed. However, I did control myself, and as 1 soon as 1 could trust my voice, said: "Is there uo way by which this house I might be entered except by the first sto- I ry ?” “Oh, yes,” returned the son, as com ! (Kwedly us ever, “there is a door in my | apartment opening ou an old, unused por | ttoo, but that has been locked and double bolted all winter.” This observation wus just what I want ed, for it (Knitted out to mo a way to ob- I tain a view of this man's private room, and that too, without exciting tho least suspi cion. “Will you let me see that door?” I asked. "With the greatest of pleasure,” said he; “I have already examined it myself, and found it as secure as of old— but perhaps your more experienced eye muy detect somosigu there that has escaped me." I followed him, aud without the slight est hesitation he led me to his Tied-cham ber. There was the door fastened as he Und said, and 1 made a show of looking at it— but that was not what fascinated me and riveted my attention at once. The walls were full of shelves, and the shelves were crowded with philosophical instruments. 1 left the portico door finally, and os I was going, carelessly remarked: “You scorn to take au interest in sci ence.” “Why, yes,” said he, smiling, “I do, aud I flatter myself that few men here w elsewhere have a larger or better collection of apparatus t.lian I have." I had touched him on his particular vanity, and knew now that I might search unmolested, and not only Unit, but with his own proper aid, for the instrument of death. 1 turned back as I spoke and picked up a pamphlet from the study-table in the centre of the room. The book was written in tho Italian lan guage. I have some slight knowledge of the tongue of modern opera, aud I read on the title page that the work wus one on the various •modes of the destruction of ani mal life, and that it. was by Casturini. And Casturini was tho name of the Pro fessor spoken of iu the newspaper para graph. I felt that I was working on the right track. I laid down tho volume and gradually tnrueil the conversation to the subject of pneumatics, iu the course of which T asked if my companion hail Casturiui’s air pump. He told me uo, but that ho hud his air-syringe. I asked to look at it. For the first time the son turned on me a hurried glance of alarm. But 1 managed to appear ns if I suspect ed nothing—as if nothing morS dangerous than love of science actuated mo in my in vestigations. And my companion was satisfied, for ho at once produced the air-syi^Jj). It wus'a strange it mm like au ordinary ns is daily employed in larger, jierliaps twioe us largo as any of the kind I hail ever seen. It was mounted on a stood of polished walnut, liko an electrio machine, and, indeed, looked liko one— that is, a cyndrical one. It was furnished with a crank, by which it was worked, and had two large, funnel shaped mouth-piee es. These latter were not stationary, but could be moved—brought nearer together or more widely separated, as circumstances required. This, then, was the instrument of death, audit performed its dread work silently and surely, and left no external trace. I touched it with a feeling akin to hor ror and asked: “Has this no other use than to deprive animals of life ?” “None," was tho smiling reponse. “Can you operate it ?” “Better than any I ever met.” I was standing facing this man as he made this boast. I laid my hand on his shoulder. He started and seemed not to know what to make of my conduct. “.Your crime is discovered sir !’’ said I s tern 1x... “You are a patricide, and I or rest'jrou for the murder of the man who flies in the other chamber 1” 0 His face turned fairly purple with rage and fear, and then grew inky black. Ho sat down in the chair without a word. His courage, and above all things, his incomparable audacity, had altogether abandoned him at this terrible crisis. I spoke to him again and again several times, but could get no answer. Then I rang the bell and sent for the coroner’s physician. Ho came, looked at the man, still sitting on the chair, spedfililess and black in the face, and shook his head. “This man has lost his reason," were his fearful words. “What has caused it?" I told him, and showed him' Casturini’s air-syringe. I We took onr prisoner intovnistody and conveyed him, in a close carriage, to thd police station. The .ride somewhat restored him, but he was still altogether overwhelmed and crushed. We left him in the cell and went our va rious ways. In the morning I was the first to call to see him. The officer iu charge told me he had been up the greater part of the night, and was then sleeping. I waited half an hour, and then, in com pany with the doctor, who had by thut time arrived, went to the cell. The iuuu wus there eu the bed, lying in QUITMAN, UA„ SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER IS), 1874. his shirt aud pantaloons, with hiu fnce downward and motionless. The doctor touched him—ho was cold aud stiff. The patricide was dead. By his side lay a paper, crushed aud rumpled, as if in his last agonies ho had endeavored to tear it up. 1 took it anil road, written in lead pencil, the tollowing: The shrewdness of Uio detective has been too much for me. It was night when I did it, aud I fancied the means put it be yond tlie reach of discovery. I was mis taken, and 1 pay tho penalty of that mis take freely now. That doctor is a shrewd practitioner. A man does not counterfeit madness with him with impenuity. Had he been us wise iu his way as tho detective was in his, the law would not have been cheated of its prey. I bad my reasons for the deed,‘fully as potent as those I have for this. ” Here followed the signature of the suicide, traced in a full, bold hand. I turned to tho physician and the officer who were with me, and had read tho let ter over my shoulder. I must confess that I think my face showed triumph—triumph at having suc ceeded in trucking aud taking a criminal so adroit aud calculating—anil possibly I lmd some good ground for being elated. I did not ask the family of the murder ed man for a reward, but I carried away the air-syringe, and I have it to this day. I have made repeated experiments with it since it came in my possession, and each succeeding one but convinces me the more of its deadly aud dangerous cUuracter. There is another thing 1 must say before I close, and that is this: I have solved the mystery of that limp pioco of handker chief I found on the day I undertook the investigation of the affair I have just been speaking of it; it was employed by the murderer to repress and keep back the slight foam that always flies from the mouth of tho subject whenever submitted to the action of the syringe. 1 look back upon this adventure now ns one of the most important events in my career, and I take pride in telling it over and over again. It shows what science is connected with tho detection of crime, and it also shows from what a slight link a massive chain of conclusive evidence may be forged. I say I look back to it with pride, iuhl I can only liopo that an intel ligent public will hear auil npprovo my recital—the story of the Unknown Death. From the Grave. A writer, sketching several cases where people have been buried alive, relates the following; “Excellent material for a sen sation story is furnished by the following well-established facts: “Victorine Lnfour ciulo, young, beautiful and accomplished, had a groat number of ndmirers. Among tlieiu o a journalist named ,iuies !!{*• souet, whose chances of being tho suc cessful suitor seamed to bo the best, when suddenly Victorine, contrary to all expec tation, acceptedilie hand of a rich banker named Renelle. Bossouet was inconsola ble, aud his honest heart ached all the more when he learned that tho marriage of his lady-love was unhappy. neglected his wife iu every (Kissibly way, und finally began to midtreat her. Jt his state of tilings lusted two yearsj/wlien Victorine (lied—at least, so It was thought. She was entombed in a vault of the ceme tery of her native town. Jules Bossouet assisted at the ceremony. Still true to his love and well-nigh beside himself with grief, lie conceived the romantic idea of the vault and .securing a d's hair, Fl’lmt night, tljctiHPrwhcn all was still, ho scaled the wull df the oeinetery, and, by a circuitous route approached tho vault. When he had broken open tho door and entered the vault, he lighted a candle and proceeded to open the coffin. At the moment ydieu lie bent over the supposed corpse, scissors iu hand, Victorine opened her eyes and stared him full in the face. He uttered a cry and sprang back; but, immediately re covering his self-posession, ho returned to tho coffiu, covered its occupant’s lips with kisses, lifted her out, and soon had the sat* infliction of seeing her in the full posses sion of all her faculties. When Victorine was sufficiently recovered they left the churchyard and went to Bossouet’s resi dence, whore a physician administered such remedies as were necessary to effect the complete recovery of tho unfortunate woman. This proof of Bossouet’s love naturally made a deep impression on Vic toriue. She repented of her past fickle ness, and resolved to fly with tho roman tic Jules to America. There they lived happily together, without, however, ever being able to fully overcome their longings to return to their-native land. Finally their desire became so strong to revisit tho scenes of their youth that they decided to brave the dangers attendant on a return, and embarked at New York for Havre, where they arrived in July, 1880. Victo rino iu tlie intermin had naturally chang ed very greatly, and Jules felt confident that her formor husband wonld not recog nize her. In this hope he was disappoint ed. Renelle had the keen eye of a finan cier and recognised Victorine at tho first glance. This strange drama ended with a suit brought by the banker for the recov ery of his wife, which was decided against him on the ground that his claim was out lawed.” [From the Chicago Tribune.] A DIPLOMATIC SECRET. How Iloikla Aided the JVoith to Subdue the South. ♦ Few poople know how deeply indebted tho United States is to Russia for kindly services during the war. It has often been vaguely whispered that Russian influence presented the armed interference of France, and perhaps England, in behalf of the South. We.are enabled to lay be fore our readers trustworthy information, never before published, in support of the truth of this rumor. When Governor Curtin, on the eye of his return to this country, went, in liis ca pacity as minister to Russia, to take for mal leave of the emperor, the latter clos ed the conversation substantially in theßO words: “I wish, sir, that you would, upon your return, express my hearty thanks to tho American peoplo for the reception they have given my son, the grand duke Alexia” This, it will lie remembered, was shortly after General Grant had refused to return Alexis’ cull, and tho hail left Washington in disgust. Governor Curtin noticed tho emperor’s failure to send thanks to the government as well as to the people. He supposed, however, that it was a slip of the tongue, until the empress bade him farewell, in almost precisely the same words. “I shall bo happy,” oald he, “to carry your majesty’s thanks to my government and people," “I sent my tlmnks, sir,” the empresSretorted, “to the people—and only the people." Governor Curtin afterward complained of the slight that hud tlma been publicly put upon the government he represented. He was in vited by Gortschukoff to a conference on tho subject. Three books were brought in from the archives of the foreign office. Tho first contained an autograph letter from Napoleon 111, asking Russia to join with England and Franco in breaking up the federal blockade and guaranteeing the independence of the Confederacy. Tho letter asserted that England had already premised her co-operation, which was probably a lie. The second book contain ed the emperor's reply. 11l- flatly declin ed the alliance proposed by Napoleon, anil declared that, iu the event of any European interference in the war. Russia w ould ac tively aid the North.' The third book lmd within it copies Of the sealed orders given to the Russian idi> viral who, as our readers will remomlier, brought his fleet into New York luivbor dnring the war. The orders direoted him to proceed at once, with his whole available force; to New York city; to remain at anchorage there for Home time, and in the event of European inter ference with the blockade, to put himself aud his whole force at the command of the Cabinet at Washing ton, aud premise abundant and speedy reinforcements.—- While Gov. Curtin stored, dumbfounded, at these Unexpected proofs of Russia’s steadfast, fidelity to the Union cause, Gort sclmkofl said to him: “Perhaps yon can appreciate now, sir, why tho emperor and empress sent their thanks to the people who have honored the aranikrliike Alexis, and not to tho government (Milt has insult ed him. We saved your eoiKitry, aud now your president insults onr representative. It iH too much, Chrtin quite agreed with eudoil, ” have every reason to trust tho gen tleman from whom we have received this story. It will probably bo found substan tially correct, although there may of oonrso, be errors in detail. A Puzzle. Wo recommend tho following test to tlioso who pride themselves oMKhuir apt uess at spelling, [t is cleverly arranged with a view to presenting as many diffi cult words in as small space as possible. J We doubt if there is one person in a tliim sand who cun Write the whole from dilu tion without making blunders: —j’Tliu most skillful gauger I ever Jkiiow was u maligned cobbler, armed with a poniard, who drove a peddler’s wagon, us- uh an instrument of eo ereHM to over liis pony shod witiMlhwrTle was a Galilean Siulueec, a phthisioky catarrh, diphthe ria find tho bilious intermittent erysipe las. A certain Sibyl, with thy subriqflet ot ‘Gipsy,’ went into eestaeies of eathimni tiou at seeing him measure a bushel of peas, and separate saccharine tomatoes from a heap of peeled potatoes, without dyeing or singeing tho Ignitiblo queue with liowrore, or becoming paralyzed with a hemorrage. Lifting her eyes to the coiling of tho cupola of the capitol to con ■eeal her unparalleled embufmssnient, making a rough courtesy, and not harass ing him with mystifying, rarefying and stupefying inuoudoes, she gave him a couch, a bouquet of lilies, mignonette and fuchsias, a trektise on mnemonics, a copy of tho Apocrypha iu liioroglpliicH, daguer reotypes of Mendelssohn and Kosciusko, akaleidoscopo, admmphialof ipecacuanha, a teaapni >;i ful of naptha, for deleblo pur poses, a ferrule, a clarionet, some licorice, a surcingle, a curuoliau of symmetrical proportions, a chronometer with tt mova ble balance wheel, a bdx of dominoes and a catechism. Tho gaifger, who was also a traflikiug rectifier and a parishioner of mine, preferring a woolen surtout (his choice was referable to a vacillating, occa sionally occurring yliosynorasy,) wofnlly uttered this apothegm: ‘Lifo is checker ed ; but schism, apostasy, heresy and vil lainy slmll ho.punished.’ The Sibyl apol ogizingly answered: ‘There is a ratablo and alfegeablo difference between a con ferrable ellipsis and a trisyllabic dimresis.' Wo replied iu trochees, not impugning her suspicion,” Saorbdness of Tkaiis. —There is ft sa credness in tears. They are'not the mark of weakness but of porfer. They speak moro eloquently than ton thousand tongues. They aro tho messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love. Oh, speak not harshly of the stricken one—weeping in silenoo. Break not the deep solemnity by rudo laughter or intrusive footsteps., Scoff not if .tho stern henrt of ma&brtod is sometimes melted by sympathy; they are what help to elevate him above the brute. I love to see tears of affection. They ore painful tokens, but still most holy. There is pleasure in jteurs-jui awful pleasure.* If theraTvepcig/m? <**. earth to shed a “tear for mo I should bo loth to live; and if no one might weep over my grave I oould never die in peace.— Dr. Juhnsun. , A WoNDEnrun Machine. —An eastern paper says; “A wonderful piece of me chanism lftis recontlyboen produced by F. Schroodor, an Amsterdam jeweler. It' is calledftiib ‘Gfcat Mechanical City,’ and is twenty feetlpng by fifteen feet wide. There are houses, castles, churches and stores in it just as they appear in almoeP any European city. People walk and ride about. Horses und wagons and railway ■gars pass through tho streets. Boats pass up and down tho river, while somo aro loading apd others unloading at tho docks. Mills are in motion. A fountain plays -in the public park and a band of musicians fills the air with melody. There are alig> ( forts with soldiers 1 parading about them, blacksmith shops with artisans at work in them. Other scenes go to make this a wonderful structure indeed.” Grant says that!the Federal troops shall be under the control of the Law Depart ment. In other words, ho has put the entire matter in the hands of Attorney General Williams, tho meanest and most despicable as well as tho most unscrupu lous Kudical in the United States. The St. Louis Republican recognizes tho fact that there races in the Sou ft, and dolefully asks what ought to be dond Let themalono to fight the battle out. Keep the d—d Radical authorities at Washington from interfer ing, and within six months from to-day the whites and blacks will bo working har wuviouiily together. FLORA HARDING. George C. Harding's Tribute to His Lot Daugh ter, On Thursday, the 20th tilt., as we have already announced iu these columns, GeorgeC. Harding, editor of tho Indiau upolis Sunilay Herald, shot Sol Moritz for seducing his daughter. Moritz will recov er, but will lose an arm, w hich was shat tered by one of tlie bulleto. Flora Hard ing was u brilliant accomplished girl, hav ing a bright literary future before ber, but who unfortunately fell u victim to the wiles of a man who professod to bo her father’s bosom friend. Slie confessed hor sins to ber father and then took poison, her sensitive soul shrinking from tho sneers of a heartless world, which would for ever point at her the finger of scorn, anil speak of her as a lost and wicked woman. The follow ing tribute to tho memory of the dead was written by the unfortunate journalist in tliejirosence of the dead body of his child. It is a wail of a broken heart, a crushed spirit, which cannot fail to touch tho sympathetic chords in every human bronst: THE BEREAVED FATUKII’s FAREWELL. Indianapolis Herald, Adjust 23. ] UAIUHNG —At tho residence of her father, No. 20 l’ratt last, Miss Flora K. H.ikiunu, dutighter of George C. years. A noble life, ifulfrof prdmise, Jins gone out in shame. She loved much aud suffer ed much. from eartli-buJu'iiy has gonßu moot its God, to W Uafiuv Him the cruel wrongs for whiclCeiaßi Inis no redress. Poor, fond heaiT cHi-Htorreil from birth, your tempesturrtTnrboatings are stilled, your rest less tijßngs will trouble no morel Hers was ayiylgsH childhood, warped aud dis- circumstances. Her is blasted in the bud. Despite ami unhappy moods, in iTnßHßltoeeiiied to move and act as if •iimli#Bonie weird spell, ber nature \raa noble, generptArtfelisolfish, eelf-siicrineiiig, with an "honest pride wliifh would scorn to do a mean action.— The unlpippy ■ceumstauees att . nding her eliilclliood lmiTimpressed her nature with |iu*ieffacoabli| tinge of melancholy. Sho was despondent always, rather than san guine. "I’apn,” slie siuil to me once, wheiya cherished desire wus thwarted, and I was eijweavoring to console her, “don’t distresjr yourself about me. My entire life ltosboen a disappointment.” Notwith standing the sombre tints in ber nature, she wus at times utmost unnatnr. viva cious. Buleveu iu her mostchoory mqpeuts an apparent consciousness of tho falseness and hollowness of earthly things could bo noted. Her deepest and profouudest feeling, tho one which was ever present and was overshadowed by do ibts or obscured by less worthy sentiments, was love for her unhappy father. This love had token root in her infantile mind ut au age when impressions arc easily effaced, but it grew without nurture, and seemed to strike deeper its roots and grow more luxuriant iu leaf aud bloom tlie more it was ’deprived of light and air. It survived absence, apparent neglect, hostile influences, and so soon ns she was of ago she camo to the father whose love she hod never doubted. In her religious nature slie was peculiar. She hail the profouudest veneration for the Diet.y, and a sublime confidence in His justice, but she hud no sympathy with creeds or the forms of religion. She be lieved in tho law of compensation, aud having known but little save unhappiness, she believed that the future, either on earth or in heaven; had recompense in store for her. She often jested on tho subject of suicide, and ono occasion, being re proved and told that Goil frowned on self murder, she said, “Papa, I am not ufruid of God.” There were few brighter intellects than Flora’s, anil her future was full of promise. She had a remarkably felicitous command of language, and was exceedingly versatile. While she knew nothing of politics, her familiarity with recondite subjocts was wonderful. In reasoning she was subtlo, and in thought she was powerful anil searching Him had determined ou litera ture as u profession, and had sho lived would have made her mark in tho world of letters. The oruelst reflection in this hour of bit terest agony is that her father might have been less stern and more sympathetic in his intercourse with her, though he, could not have loved her more. With two such natures an estrangement is apt to raise up an invisible but impassable barrier, and whilo there may be no spoken word of un kiuduess, tho reverse is infinitely injure cruel anil cutting tlmu words could unhappy secret—the first withholding of confidence—caused such a feeling, and this was only broken down the night before hor death, when, on her father’s breast, with her arms about his neek, in heart broken sobs sho told him tho dreadful • storp, and pleaded for his forgiveness, not so much for her sin os the want of confi dence in him. All was forgiven, and father and daughter once more reconciled. Eyqt ►then sho hqd determined on suicido, and that last, heartbreaking interview, soswdet to remember and yet so sail, must be in vested with ail tho sanctity of u deathbed revelation. yf Through that long lost (lay of suffering I watched with her, alternately cheered by hope and torn with the anguish of despair, ymd with the hist gasp, as the suffering 'soul took its tremulous flight, two great tears came from tho filmy eyes and rolled over the face, jicross which was stealing the shadow of the Death Angel. SBo has gone to her God, who will judgo her not by tlie iron rule which brings all natures to a common measurement, but ac oordfng to Jjer deserts. God could not bo God without beiDg just, and with Hug I leave my daughter. But it does seem astf Ho should have some thunderbolt; red with uncommon wrath, -.to strike the wretch who pursues liisvictim, with foul and veno mous tongne, into tho grave itself. ■ Oh, loving heart daughter—soul scarred with suffering—sinful, ymtpuregfid white—farewell 1 G. 0. H. Grant Wants a Third Term:— New York, Sept, i, 1874.—The Herald' s cor respondent from White Sulphur springs, West Virgina, says, fifithoritatively, that President Grant, during his recent visit there, informed Ooloul SWann, a wealthy citizen, that he was a candidate fora third term. Trtr 'a recent district Convention, Swann referred to the term, in a political speech. At a subsequent caucus, Swann, speaking with authority, said, the unequi vocal General Grant was aeandidalo for a third term. , The Ring; Finger. Swinburne soys in his ‘Treatise of Hpousals”: "The Huger ou which the wed ding-ring is to be worn is tho fourth finger of the left hand, next to the little finger; because by the received opinion ol the learned and experienced in npping upanil anatomizing men’a bodies there is a vein of blood, which passeth fh>m the fourth Huger into the heart, called Venu amoris (Dove’s vein); aud so the wearing of tho ring ou that linger signifieth that tho love should not be vain or ieigneil, but that as they did give hands each to the other, so likewise they should give hearts also, wlierounto that vein extendeth.” Com menting on this, the Gmadiim Monthly remarks: “This idea seems to have arisen iu Egypt as early as the second century. Appiau, an Alexaudriaii historian, says that, in tlie opinion of the Egypt, ‘a certain most delicate passed from tlie ring-finger to the But the staunchest upholder of this theory was Dtovintis Deinnus, a celebrated sago of Eealaud, who lived iu the sixteenth cen tury. In his medical practice he had often taken advantage of tiiis connecting artery to restore fainting ivouien to cons ciousness. ‘The small artery is stretched forth from the heart unto this finger, the motion whereof you may perceive readily in all that ullects tho heurt in woman by tho touch of your forefinger. I used to raise such as are fallen into a swoon by piuoliing this joint, and by rubbing the ring of gold with a little saffron, for by this u restoring force that is iu it passetii to the heart, and rofrosheth the fountain “f unto which this finger is joined. Wherefore antiquity thought fit to com pass it about with gold. He also states that this Huger was called ‘medieus,’ since, if any venom enter it, notice was given to the heart before it was too late to use an antidote. Tho gout, also, never afflicted this finger until the attack lmd assumed a fatal character. This ho hail observed in Gallia Belgiea, the land par pxcelleuoo of podngral sufferers; no Bel gian, however long his experience of gout may have been, ever suffering in this lin ger till death was nigh at hand.” Youthful Integrity. A friend sends us tho following. It reminds one of Oasibianca, but two poiuts of difference maybe noticed: Casibianea would not take water, but the Washing ton youngster did, Oasibianca got “Mowed up;” this one did not. There is now-a-days a good deal of complaint about tho want of obedience to parental authority on tho part of the rising gener ation, especially on the part of the boys. l\ e heard of a case the other day which proves that there are noble exceptions to the average “boy of tlie period.” A young son of one of the principal examin ers ill tho Patent Office at Washington went to pass liis school vacation at an uncle's iu Kentucky, near the Ohio river. There was but one restriction on tlie scope of tho boy’s umusemeuts. Horses, dogs, rifles, shot-guns, etc., etc., were freely allowed us companions of liis amusements; but as his cousins were as fond of the water ns so many ducks, ho was requested to shun the boat which tlie cousins were wont to use in their aquatic excursions. Ho promised faithfully, like tho dutiful lad lie departed rejoicing. A recent father graphically de- excursions and the “good times’’ ho hod enjoyed, among the heft one in which the eousins had desired to visit tho Ohio shore. “They went over iu the boat,” writes the boy, "but I remembered your wishes in that respect, and so swam tho river I” It is understood that the next mail announced to the youngster that tho embargo upon tho boat had been removed. — Harper's Ntnjaiinu. What ia a Gentleman t Tho Pall Mall Gazette says; “It is very difficult in these days to define wliut con stitutes‘a gentleman. ’ It certainly is not education, for many gentlemen either ure, or appear to be, devoid of any educational attainments beyond those enabling them to make harmless observations us to the state of tho weather or to join in a pigeon shooting match. It oertninly is not good manners, for there are rnuuy gifted mid refined persons whose means will not per mit them to ‘live liko gentlemen,’ und who demean themselves by toiling for ex istence with an uiigeiitlcnianlike industry which would make even a workingman blusli. Probably the most direct defini tion of‘a gentleman’in these dtos of nd vanced civilization is X'-tnan whose wealth and leisure, and who is what is commonly, called ‘independent,’ A collier, perhajW more than most poople; enjoys these jaff vantages, and more nearly approaches than any one else the idea of c“a fine old English gentleman,’one of the modorn time; yet a curious question has lately aris en as to wether colliers who take a part in a boat race can properly be designated ‘gentlemen amateurs. ’ It seems that in a late regattuat Agecroft, in Lancashire, tho ‘ Maiden I’jjur.OnriHl Race for riate, valuo X.’iOr WHS won by a crow from the Bolton and Bingloy Amateur Rowing Club, com posed of colliers, who, however, rowed under protest, it being alleged that they wjht) not gentlemen amateurs. The was withheld in order that the committee might investigate the matter, and it Ims just been resolved that.tho crew should be disqualified, it being a mistake that tho colliers were allowed to start. The prize is to be rowed for again by the three crews who were beaten by the Bolton and Bingley 'gentleman amateurs,’ and tlie colliers who took this name in vain are to receive £lO as an equivalent to the prize,” Practicing What He Preached. This story is told by tho Rev. Mr. Her rick, once settled at VVortliiiigton, Muss.: He collected his own sulary, for which eveq? voter in tho town was assessed, and cnlling'bn Mr. D., the blacksmith, one day, he said: “I have a sinalljbiil against you.” “And for what ?” “For preaching.” “For preaching?” said Mr. D., “I have heard none of your preaching.” “The fault is your own,” said Mr. H. “Tho doorsliave been open, aqd you might have come in.” Not long after, as Mr. H. was one day passing tho blacksmith shop, Mr. 1). hailing him, said: “1 have- a small bill against yon.” “And for what ?” said Mr. 11. “For shoeing your horse,” replied Mr. D. “For shoeing my horse? I have had no horse shod here,” said Mr. 11. “Tho fault is your own," replied Mr. D.— “The doorsliave been open, and you might have ooiiis in." Mr, IL paid tho bill,, aud passed oil, MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS, A pnlr of spectacles—The Siam**# twins To learn the value of inoucy-*-To borrow it. Tim only industrious loafert kHs Ihetu kers. How to find happiness- Look m * dic tionary. Quarters for hungry m< u Quartan of lamb. An article yoti can always borrow > Trouble, Useful material for fancy clogs—Ban dal wood. What is never loft till catted tor T—The right arm. Au awful swell—Tho cheek after a tooth ache. Mrs. Partington likes a man who car talk fluidly. Vested interest—Money in tho waist coat pocket. Wliut doos a man see in the wild, wild waves ? —Sea-foam. ~i Who is tile oldest lunatic ou record t Time out of mind. Chicanery—To palm off att old lien as fricasseed chicken. I Tho best crow-nometer for early riaen: —Chanticleer, Which side of a donkey has the most lifflr ?—Tho outside. Tho likeliest flsli to laugh—The trout, it is so easily tickled, Wlmt do wo often drop and never atop to (lick up ?—A hint. Ear-rings—lf you want your ears pierced, pinch the baby, Why Is a mosquito like charity? Be cause it begins to bum. When docs the moon take a ride t When she’s ou tho wane, When will the laundress most likely strike ?—When tho iron’s hot. What would a bird do of his beak ?—Cull for his bill. When was Desdemotm like a ship ill port ?- - W hen slie was Moored. We have a friend who is so feeling that he cannot beur to burn his coal. What are “fancy” goods ?—Often things that poople don’t fancy. Why is n dog like a tree t —Because both lose their bark when dead, A bachelor compares a shirt button to life, bi cause it hangs by a thread. The Lower Courier says that Bing Sing is the music-box of New York. NO. 20 Who killed tho most poultry?—Ham l lot’s uncle, for ho did “murder most foul.’ 1 Why was Appollo tho presiding deity of falsehood ? —He was tho patrons of lyres, What is the most dangerous’ kind of assassin ?—A lnuu who takes life cheer fully. Why is the bone of tho arm called tho funny-bone ? —Becuuse it is the huiueius bone. An artificial florist who lives upon the second floor may bo called a second Flora. Wliy aro our sidewalks in winter like music ? If you do not C sharp, yon will b Hut. Why has a clock a bashful appearance f —Because it keeps its hands before its face. Why is nature like n baby ? Because there is generally a squall when its face is washed. Tho mariner's compass has done some of the most important needle work in the world. Mock-turtle—Kissing before company imd fighting afterward. There ore many bachelors at Sara toga—bachelors of “arts.” Tho Paris ladies of fashion ore quar reling about bonnet strings. Miss Pride went before Mr. Fall, of La Crosse, and was married. Miss-Construction—Whalebone, po&t, powder and wadding. The New York Sun assorts that as a rule marriages are unhappy. For what port is n man bound daring courtship ?—Bound to Havre. It is astonishing how many four year old boys resemble each other. Ladies are apt to be troubled this season with a rush of lace to the head. Half the Boston mules have palpitation, owing to be a beautiful lady doctor. “Ho said that he always would love me; Don Dieu 1 hew I wish he was dead.” A female suffragist triumphantly ev “Women never have the gout." Tho Virgina Legislature has jnst impos ed a now tax on bonds—marriage bonds. *“0, Edith, won't you kiss Dr. M’Clus ki ?” “I’m so shy, mamma 1 You kiss him first." It is a curious fact that the color oflthe eyes of nowly-born infants is invariably blue. The young lady with speaking eyes has made them quite hoarse by over-nsing them. There is nothing half so sweet inHfe os love’s yonng dream, expecting the lus cious wutormeJlon. Lovo mntclies arc often formed by peo ple who pay for a month of honey withs life of vinegar. Teach children to love everything that is beautiful and yon will teach them to be beautiful and good. Why is a grain of sand in tho eye Kke a schoolmaster’s cane ? Because it hurts the pupil. Sir Isaac Newton’s residence in London is now used as a Sunday school room. 111-Founded enmities are ever the meet obstinate and bitter. The jealous man poisons his own ban quet and then eats of it. When they tried to force Miss Gay, of Independence, Missouri, into a marriage against her will, she kicked the minister’s hat off, knocked the yosug man down, and rode off on a mule, with one foot on easli side of him. “Look ’ere now, Salnsba,” Tefled a Clay county, Missouri, woman to the oldest girl, “don’t bend over that welt so fur. You’ll full in there some of these days, und then we’ll have to bring water..”' An Irishman with a heavy bundle ou his shoulfler, riding on the front of a horse car, was usked why he did not set the bundle on the floor. He replied: Be jabers, the horses have enough to drag aft and I will curry tho