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VOLUME IX.
PERRY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY, MAY 22, 1879.
NUMBER 21*.
The Weird Pilot.
Cold is the aspect and gloomy the
-nmdenr of that region where the
drifting floes of the Antarctic Ocean
rear tbeir summits in thousands of fan
tastic forms; where abide the water-
lion, the tasked walrus, with round,
unearthly eyes; where shriek the du-
gong and the auk; where the everlast
ing howl of the seal goes up to the sky,
and where the bowhead whale rolls his
barnacled form, nowand then raising
bia enormous head with its dripping
arch of hairy bone, as be leaps his full
length from the surface, to fall crashing
foplr ngiin with a din that shakes the
raat expanse of sea and ice to its cen
tre.
Away from tnis dreary clime, appear
ing like a live thing in resurrection
Jrcm a frozen tomb, an old whale-ship,
ona afternoon, raised - her battered
boom to catch the rays of the setting
gun.
Alow and aloft she glittered in the
crimson light, as if sheathed in an ar
mor of gold.
A thick glaze of ice covered every
part of her from keel to rail—from track
to deck. Even the ropes and sails were
partially stiffened with it.
Her whole appearance showed the
r i>ugli usage she had sustained among
the floes, and the storms of the Antarc
tic.
But little of her bulwarks on either
side remained. They had been stoven
and splintered in many places.
The paint on her sides was worn
tunny; loDg streaks of rust extended
above and below her fore, main and
mizzen chains, and her hull was bruised
and battered from bow to stem.
All these ‘liings gave to her au ap
pearance that Wes almost unearthly, and
which harmonized well with her name,
“7he Flying Dutchman!” painted on her
stern. She was, however, not “Tue
Flying Dutchman” about which every
one has read., for it was now as late as
the ycur 1853, and her captain Was the
good Simon Pearl—a stern, matter-of-
fact personage from the town of Salem,
Massachusetts.
The cruft belonged to New Loudon,
where, on account of her strange name,
Captain Pearl had found it almost im
possible to ship a crew for his whaling
Toyege.
There are many superstitions sailors.
Uveu in these enlighted times an ob
server would be surprised to find how
much of this feeling prevails among the
brown fellows who ‘.‘follow the sea for a
living,” The old water-dogs shook
their heads solemnly when they rend
the name on Pearl’s vessel as she lay oil
the dock, waiting for men. The Portu
gese sailor and the Spaniard crossed
themselves when they read it, and oven
young American tars did not like it.
In fact, all agreed that no good luck
would ever attend a craft bearing the
awful name of “The Flying Dutchman,”
upon her stern.
But Captain Pearl, scouting at and
scorning this notion ns out of the pale
of common seuse, obstinately refused to
change the name.
At last he succeeded in shipping a
crew—many of whom were green hands
and the vessel sailed, the captain, carry
ing with him his pretty niece Mabel—a
rosy, bright-eyed damsel of twenty, who
was an orphan, and who had accom
panied her uncle qn a previous voyage.
Pearl had a doctor on board—a good-
lookingyoung man of twenty-five, nam
ed George Lossing—who, the moment
he saw Mabil and conversed with her,
decided she would make an excellent
wife.
In fact she was so intelligent, so mod
est, and with all her charming vivacity,
so plainly showed the “house-wifery”
faculty in her neat management of the
cabin, and in a certain demnreness of
manner that she reminded the doctor
of his beau ideal of a woman—Agnes,
in David Coppsrfield.
. In spite of her ominous name, the
ship, though meeting with many narrow
escapes in the Antarctic ocean, and al
though frozen in -the ice for -many
months, and badly stoven, had excel
lent luck in the whaling line.
On this afternoon, in 1853, she was
bound home, full of whole and seal oil,
wlucb would bring in a rich havest of
dollars to Pearl, (who was her owner as
well ns Captain.) provided she reached
her destined port in safety.
Would she reach it?
Tais was tne question often pro
pounded by her goodly crew.
Some of them were of the opinion
that she never would, ou account of her
name, and all felt a little n neasy on the
subject,
Ou dark nights, when the wind was
and he held both her hands in his. I side, a wierd, unearthly voice suddenly
“The sky is without x cloud.” she’; rose, with ear-splitting shriek behind
said, softly. “I feel as if aliis is em- j them:
blematical of our future.” j “Keep off—there at the wheel! Keep
“We will look upon it as a happy au
gury,” he replied. “Of course there
will be clouds—there always are in mar
ried life—but I trust they will be light
ones, as thin as the mist and as easily
dissipated.”
“Oh! George,” said Mabel, her eyes
shining, “what cloud is there in this
world that love cannot dispel!”
Her smooth round face looked so
pretty when she said this that the young
man could not help putting his arm
about her waist and kissing her glowing
cheek.
“That is a woman’s theory,” he said
smiling.
“It is a true one,” she answered.—
“Love can dispel every trouble—every
pain!”
“Wait till the baby has the cramps,
and see if it will dispel that!” came at
this moment the bluff voice of Captain
Pearl, as he saddenly descended the
companion steps.
“Now, uncle, for shame! You have
been listening!” cried Mabel, starting
up in some confusion.
“How are we progressing?” inquired
George of the Captain, in order to re
lieve Mabel’s embarrassment.
“Finely,” said Pearl. “Tnc breeze
is fresh eniug. I am only sorry we can
not make a straight wake for home. We
shall have to stop at Cape Town for re
pairs.”
The wind continued fair for many
days.
In due time the vessel arrived in the
vicinity of the Cape of Good Hope,—
The faces of some of the sailors then
wore a solemn look. It was in this lo
cality that the fabled phantom craft,
The Flying Dutchman,” was said to
have been seen.
Captain Pearl’s crew predicted that
now the ship’s bad luck would com
mence, on account of that unfortunate
namo on her stern.
As if to verify tills prediction, one of
the men fell from the fore-yard and was
badly hurt. Another, soon after, was
taken so ill that it was feared he would
die. True, the young doctor cured him
in a few hours, bnt his shipmates in
sisted that there was a bad look in his
eyes—that he was not at all the “same
person” as before.
On that same day, at night, a boat in
which the carpenter had been at work
repairing the cabin window-shutter,
was left towing astern. The captain’s
pipe, as he leaned from the wiudow
smoking, dropped iuto the boat. He
cot iuto the hitter to pick it tip, when
the pin to which the warp was fastened,
and which was s imewhat worn, gave
way, anil ho drifted away into the dark
ness.
His absence was not discovered until
hours after, when a fruitless search was
made for him in tho darkness.
Just before daylight, however, about,
with a man in it, was dimly seen ap
proaching from the direction of the
land, which was not a league distant,
off the weather-beam. The crew said
they did not think it was the captain.
They believed .lie had been lost; for how
else could things turn out, with a ves
sel bearing t&at unfortunate name of
‘"The Flying Dutchman?”
But they were mistaken*
It really proved to be the captain.—
As he sculled the boat under the stern
of the ship as she was hove to, instead
of alongside, it w*8 noticed that he had
a roll of canvas, which had been in the
light craft, spread out so as to cover
nearly all the thwarts. After he had
sent forward the men, who were staring
over the rail at him, some of them ap
parently surprised, if not disappointed
that their superstitious prediction of
his loss was not i'alfiUed, he stated that
his boat had drifted ashore, where he
had remained to watch for his ship to
wear around, ere he attempted to reaoh
her.
A fortnight later, when fifteen nules
south of Table Bay, and net far from
land, the ship was struck by a terrific
gale.
A thin, sulphurous haze partially ob
scured the full moon, the dim rays of
which, together with the. phosphorous
of the sea and the vessel’s lanterns,
threw a strange ghastly light over her
sails and decfc.
Almost upon her beam ends, with ev
ery timber cracking and groaning, away
she went under shortened canvas, driv
en, with terrible velocity, towards the
white breakers and rocks, now not fifty
fathoms ahead.
Pale and gloomy stood the men, for
it seemed us if no 'power coaid save the
off, Isay!’
Turning, the seamen were amazed,
horrified to behold a strange being
whom they had never seen before, on
the ship’s quarter deck.
The apparition, coming in so unex
pected a manner, was was dressed in a
singular, antiqne manner, well calcula
ted to aronse their superstitious fears.
He wore a high, brown, sngar-loaf
hat, a jerkin, around which was a leath
er belt, broad breeches, with two rows
of buttons on each side, and which were
gathered at the knees, a pair of bine
stockings, fitting tightly to the calves,
and long, pointed shoes with enormous
buckles.
His face was in keeping with his an
cient Dutch dress.
It-was thin and aged, with two wild,
gleaming eyes, a large hooked nose, and
was partly obsenred by his streaming,
tangled masses of while hair.
Standing-in the ghostly glare of the
dim moonlight, the lantern, and the
phosphorous of the sea, this appari
tion caught the unnatural radiance, and
really seemed a being from the other
world.
“A pull on the weather-braces!” he
continued, in a voice that cut through
the gale like the shriek of a steam whis
tle
The men stared at the stranger with
appalled looks. Not one budged. They
were too terrified to move.
“Il is the ‘Flying Dutchman, him
self! God help us now!” cried one of
the old Poitugese sailors.
“Ay!” shrieked a Spaniard, “it is the
spectre captain, sure euongh! It all
comes of that uuincky name on the
stem! Santa Maria, help us!”
“A pull on the weather-braces!” re
peated the apparition. “Jump for your
lives!”
There was magnetism in tho voice,
and the men now obeved in spite of their
fears—fearing something worse, per
haps, if they refused.
The course of the ship was thus
slightly changed.
The weird pilot, after a few more or
ders, took the helm himself, and finally,
to the surprise of all, guided the vessel
into a sheltered bay amongst the tow
ering rocks, where she was safely an
chored. He then disappeared over the
stern, and was never again seen by the
awe-stricken ciew.
On the next day, the gale having
abated tue captain reached Cape Town,
which was not far distant.
The appearance of tho spectral visi
tor had not seeme<I to alarm either him
or his officers; neither had it troubled
Mabel or the doctor.
The truth of the matter was this:
When the eaptain went ashore on the
night he drifted from the ship, he
found, one of the Dutch inhabitants of
the Cape on the beach. This person
informed him that he was a fugitive;
that he had been a lancldrosl—a sort of
sheriff—of a district some miles away,
but that for liberating a negro slave
from a cruel master, his house had been
attacked by a mob, and he had been
obliged to fly for his life.
Besides his money, which was in
notes, he had brought away with him
in a bag the only valuables he could
carry; the only valuables, in fact, that
he possessed worth caring for. These
were some old-fashioned Dutch clothes,
which had belonged to his ancestors,
and some articles of modern .attire. He
begged Captain Pearl to take him
aboard his ship and conceal him. He
would rather the crew should not know
be was aboard, as there might be those
amongst them to inform against him
when the vessel reached Cape Town,
where he hoped to find a German
craft in which he coaid take passage for
bis native land. The captain complied
with his request, hiding him in the
boat by throwing the canvas there over
him.
Subsequently the fugitive got through
the window into the cabin, though not
without being seen by Mabel, the doc
tor, and the officers, who, however,
promised to keep the secret.
On the night of the storm, the land-
d>ost hearing of the vessel’s danger, de
clared he would save her,- as he was ac
quainted with every nook and corner
on that coast, having once-been a pilot
there, and knew of a safe bay where the
craft could anchor. In order that the
home-bound German craft, in tho har
bor. -
Thanks to this person, who had saved
them, as well as all on board from a
wateiy grave, Mabel and the doctor
were eventuaHy married in New Lon
don. They cherish' a grateful remem
brance of the landdrost; bnt to this day
some of the Spanish and Portuguese
sailors who were never made acquaint
ed with the true facts of the case, real
ly believe that the savior of their vessel
was none other-vtiian the marvelous
“Flying Dutoliman!”—New York Ledg
er.
Bette? than Nothing.
A good old lady, very particular and
very pious, once kept a boarding house
in Boston. Staunch to her principles,
she would take no one to board who
did not bold to the eternal punishment
of a large portion of the human race.—
Bnt the people were more intent on car
nal comforts than spiritual health, so
that in time her house became empty,
much to her grief and alarm.
After some time a bluff old sea cap
tain knocked at the door, and the old
lady answered the calL
“Servant, ma’am. Can you give me
board for two or three days? Got my
ship bore, and shall be off’as soon as I
load. ”
“Wa’al, I don’t know,” replied tho
old lady.
“Oh, house full, eh?”
“No, but—”
“But wbat, ma’am?”
‘ T don’t take any unclean or carnal
people into my house. What do yon
believe?”
“About what?”
“Why, do you believe that any one
will be condemned?’,
“Ob, thunder! yes.”
“Do you?” said the good woman,
brightening up. “Well, how many
souls do you think will be on fire in
eternity?”
“Don’t know, ma’am, really—never
calculated that.”
“Can’t you guess?’,
“Can’t say—perhaps fifty thousand*”
“Wa’al, hem?” mused the old wo
man; “I guess 1,11 take yon; fifty
thousand is better than nothing.”—Ex
change.
-
A Frontiersman on the Mnlo-
One of tho Bishop Brothers’ herders,
a bronzed frontiersman, whose face is
shaded by a sombrero with a brim’^of
the broadest, and whose constant com
panion is u blacksnakc whip, which he
can crack with a report like a rifle, re
lates many anecdotes of mules, with
whose habits and capabilities he is
thoroughly conversant. He says:
“When you get on tl>e plains you
don’t want nothing better’n a male,
and yon can’t get nothing better for
plains work. They can live on less aud
lay themselves down to more honest
hard work than any o’ther critter of
their size. Why, stranger, a mule kin
ran down an antelope; and I never see
any of your longlegged American hors
es do that. Mustangs do it sometimes,
bnt a mule’s the best. He wont be so
very speedy, maybe, bnt he’s got the
bottom, and though the ’lepe’ll git
away from him at first, and perhaps
histe hisself clear oat of sight, the
mule’ll tucker him ont and tucker him
in the end, if he’s kept on his trail
long enough. Mules aint no slouches
on the track sometimes, too. Mules
will live, too, on what a horse would
starve before he’d touch. They’ll grow
fat on sage brash, and I’ve known ’em
to live for weeks by chewin’ on each
other’s manes and "fails and wagon-
tongues, feed-boxes, wagon sheets, sand
gnd such stuff. Oh, you bet. a male’s
tongh.”—Colman’s Rural World,
Ixcbease is IiasiGBATtoN.—There is,
says the New York Mercantile Review, a
marked increase in immigration. One
steamer, which arrived last week,brought
759 immigrants—the largest number,
with a single exception, arriving by one
steamer since 1869. This and other ar
rivals are only drops of the coming flood.
The emigrant societies having branch
es in Norway and Sweden report that
nnnskal preparations are making for a
Scandinavian movement in this direc
tion. There is also expected a large in-
A TEXAN VENDETTA.
Some twenty years ago the palatial
residence of Colonel Kirby, at Alta vis
ta, now in Walker county, on the Cen
tral Bailroad was tne seat of that genu
ine hospitality for which the old Settlers
of Texas were famed: A rich man liv
ing. in pastoral style, surrounded by
slaves, his herds and flocks, he was
alike distinguished as the friend of the
poor and tbe-host of the rich, there was
peace and luxury ai d refined content
ment in that beautiful house. The war
of the States came on and Alta Vista
was more than once the headquarters
of the various armies that passed to and
fro through the State, and many of our
Generals wii recollect the genial hospi
tality refreshing comfort of the weary,
travel-worn, brain tired soldier which he
received from Colonel Kirby and his
accomplished lady.
Devoted to the cause of the South, he
was a trusted servant of the j3tate
and Confederate Government, and with
somewhat of extraordinary powers, he
was placed in authority where the exeis
cise of all the qualities of a brave and
determined man were necessary to pro
tect the lives of the wives and children
of the brave men from that district who
had gone to Virginia and other distant
points to fight the battles of their
States.
There were many disaffected and
vicious men in all our neighbor
hoods at that time, their power to
do mischief was very much according to
tbeir locality, and what locality is more
favorable for bad purposes than the ne
gro districts of tho Brazos, where five
white men to a hundred negroes was
about the proportion. CoL.Kirby was
u duly appointed and authorized officer,
and may have done harsh things and
treated individuals with injustice, for
in times like those to which we refer to
be suspected conslituted one at once a
criminal.
John Steele was an avowed Union
man.’ He was charged in that neigh
borhood with plotting, scheming and
working, not for the Union, but to stir
up the slaves to murder and rapine,
and was checked in his career by Capt.
MacMahon, of the regular service, and
bnt for the prevalence of hnmane mo
tives might have been hnner, but he
was not hurt, and only ordered to re
move from that neighborhood. For
this, Steele harbored revenge, and a
personal rencontre took place between
MacMahon and liimseil soon after,
without much damage to either.
After the surrender, and after Hous
ton had been occupied by tbe Federal
troops, Col. Kirby went there on busi
ness, and when coming ont of the office
of the Provost Marshal met Steele at
tbe door, who shot him down, killing
him on the spot without a word of ex
planation or a sign of defense from
Kirby.
The Federal authorities, not being
mnch exercised over the killing of Gen
federate officers, or for some other rea
son, did not punish Steele, and he re
turned to bis eld heme near the line of
Haris county and passed oat of notice,
until a short time ago, when, on the
horrible murder and burning of the
Lynch family in Walker connty, he
was one of the jury of inquest, and was
conspicuous to shield the murderers who
ever they were.
“Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by
man shall his blood be shed.
Col. Kirby has .been in his qniet grave
for fourteen years: his assassin walked
the earth strong .in his. fame, always
armed and a sure shot. Bnt these four
teen years had given age, and strength,
and muscle to the boy child who sat on
his father’s knee and received his last-
kiss as he left his home in Alta Vista
to go to Houston. Who can tell, or
whose business is it, what that boy
thought, wan taught or pondered on
during those long years? May we not
imagine that the vision-of his murdered
fithcr (shot down in his pride and
slrength without a moments warning
and without resistance, by a cowardly
assassin, and for no offense save a dis
charge of duty), had walked with this
boy d3y by day and stayed with him in
his dreams at night, until reason her
self tottered on her throne, and could
see and feel only the demon that was
urging him on! Whe can tell the woik-
ings of his heart?
On snnday last, when the good peo
ple of Hempstead were coming ont of
church, within whose sacred portals
John Steele had been, we would fain
hope, making peace with 'his God.
as he passed the door of the chnrch,
PLAIN THOUGHT FOR PLAIN
WOMEN-
When a woman loses a desire to
please, says the Young Woman’s Jour
nal, she loses half her charms. Noth
ing is more conducive to beauty than
cheerfulness and good hnmor; and no
morose or unhappy woman esn be good-
humored and cheerful. Then there are
vast numbers of ill-tempered women
who are ill-tempered becanse they are
ugly. They do not know what is the
matter with themselves; neither do their
friend's know. But the incessant neg
lect and indifference with which they
are treated finally does its work of
embittering their feelings until the ef
fect upon their moral character is most
pernicious. Every woman ougnt to un
derstand that nothing short of deform
ity can make a woman utterly un
attractive, provided she will study the
points of attractiveness every woman
has.
A thoroughly refined, graceful man
ner can be acquired by any woman, and
is a powerful charm. The best grace is
perfect naturalness. Still, you must
study yourself and form your manners
by the rnle of that art, which is but car
rying out of the law of nature. Bnt if
it is your nature to be forever assuming
some nnpicthresque, ungraceful attitude,
pray help nature with a little art. If
you are stont, avoid the smallest chair
in ths room; and be sure, if yon do sit
on it, not to lean back on it with yonr
hands folded in front of you, j ust be
low the line of yonr waist, especially
while the present fashion lasts. If you
are thin, do not carry yonrself with
your chin protruding and yonr spinal
column curving like the bowl of a spoon.
Do not wear flimsy materials made np
without a raffle or puff or flounce to fill
up the hard outlines of your bad figure,
so cruelly defined by the lightly pulled-
back draperies. Study the art of dress.
We once knew a very plain woman
who dressed so tastefully that it was on
absolute pleasure to look at her. If
you have been moping until you are
sick with the thought of yonr own hope
less ugliness, be up and doing. Forget
your disappointments; forget the past
and the sneers of yonr own family over
the mistakes that yon have made.
There are still friends to be won.
There is work to be done. Bouse your
self, and cast off the enervating dis
trust of self, and the moral cowardice
which forbids you to assert yonrself.
A Blunder and its Reward-
During his first visit to Paris M.. La
Salle, a distinguished German, pre
sented himself at the house of a well
known lady, to whom he had sent let
ters of introduction in advance. When
the servantopened the door and received
his card she oondneted him to the
bondoir and told him to be seated say
ing: ‘‘Madame will come immediately.”
Presently tho lady entered. She was
in dishabille and her feet were bare,
covered only with loose slippers. She
bowed to him carelessly and said: “Ah,
there you are; good morning.”
She threw herself on a sofa, let fall a
slipper and reached out to Lasalle her
very pretty foot.
Lasalle was naturally- completely as
tounded, hut he remembered that at nis
home iu Germany it was the custom
sometimes to kiss a lady’s hand, and he
supposed it was the Paris mode to kiss
her foot. Therefore he did not hesitate
to imprint a kiss upon the fascinating
foot so near him, but he could not avoid
ssying: “I thank yon, madame, for
his new method of making a lady’s
acquaintance. It is much better and
certainly more generous than kissing
the hand.”
The lady jumped np, highly indig
nant. “Who are yon, sir, and what do
yoa mean?”
He gave his name,
‘ You are not then a corn doctor?”
“I am charmed to say, madame, that
I am not.”
“Batson sent me the corif doctor’s
card.”
It was true. Lasalle in going^ out
that morning had picked np the card
of a corn doctor from his bureau aud
put it iu his. pocket. This without
glancing at he hail given to the servant,
who had taken it to her mistress.
There was nothing to do bnt laugh
over the joke.—Forney’s Progress,
'Translation.
miscellaneous:
Good words for the young—Dinner’s
ready.
Two colored men haTO been elected
aldermen in Yazoo City.
In Bavaria ninety per c>nt of all
bnildings are insured.
Charleston’s debt amounts to nearly
§4,000,000.
The fruit crap of Mississippi has been
much injured by April frosts.
The South Georgia strawberry crop
is finer this year than ever before.
There are two hnndred convicts for
life in the Mississippi penitentiary.
The Kansas fever is inoculating the
negroes in some parts of Tennessee,
The Texas Legislature has passed a
law giving 640 acres to every veteran
pensioner.
The prospect of the corn and cotton
crop in Mississippi is promising. Thai
planters are busy and hopeful.
A New Jersey clergyman refuses to
make a return of his marriages to thft
State, claiming to bo responsible only
to God.
There are about 24,000 stands, of
bees owned in San Diego county, CaL,
yielding it is estimated, a milling
pounds a year.
Thirteen hnndred cases are before
the Supreme Court of Tenn., repre
senting §5,000,000 and 20,000 lifci-'
gants.
In- Milton Ala., there is a man lla‘
years of age whoascribes. his. longevity
to the fact that he has always‘ voted the'
Democratic ticket.
Grenada, Miss., is reported to be iu
better condition as regards the appear
ance of the town and prosperity than it'
has been for twenty years.
Tracking in the eastern part of North'
Carolina is a growing industry. Last
week contracts were made for the de-*
liver ing of 3,000 bushels of green peas’
in Northern markets,
Texans have the Lead villa fever, -
The overland route to “the greatest
mining camp in the world” is a danger
ous one, and parties never go out on-'
less at least ten men strong.
Grant was in Denmark three weeks,•
and hot a single newspaper informed its :
readers that “there was something rot-"
ten In Denmark.” Is onr civilization a’
failure, or are onr newspapers losing^
their enterprise.
What They Want.
At ten, the boy wants to avoid school'
and have nothing to do bnt to go hird-'
nesting.
At fifteen, he wants a beard," and a 1
watch and a pair of boots.
At twenty, he wishes to cut a figure'
and ride horses; sometimes his thirst
for display breaks ont in dandyism, and
sometimes in poetry; he wants sadly to
be m love, and takes it for granted •
that all the ladies are dying for him.
The young man of twenty-five wants’
a wife; and at thirty he longs to be sin-*
glo again.
From thirty to forty he wants* to be’
rich, and thinks more of making mortey
than spending it About this time al
so, he dabbles in politics, aqd wants
office.
At fifty he wants excellent dinners/,
aud considers a nap iH the afternoon
indispensible.
Tne respectable old gentleman of six-.-
iv wauts to retire from business with a
snug independence of three or four
hundred thousand, marry his daugh
ters off, set up his sons and live in the
country, aud then for the rest of life
life, he wants to be young again,.
Go Back to Yonr Mucilage,
Recently while walking through Do-
gan square, a melancholy individual'
with an umbrella, and a wart on bin
nose, approached 4nd said:
“Stranger, do I look’s though I be
longed to tho whisky ring?”
We thought not.-
“Do I look’s though I stole little*
Charlie Boss?”
We said, “No.”
“Do I look’s though I busted up,
Hell Gate?”
He didn't.
“Then, stranger, gaze into these
pensive eyes, and tell me-^oh, tell me
The Woodruff scientific expedition ] truly—what’s the state of your financial
around the world has been given np. condition?”
crew should not guess the truth when as ne passim ine aoqr oi urn ennren,
, . , , J land, where thoosondsof millsoperatives there stood before him Jared E. Kirby,
.es o appear ore em, e * [declare that being unable to make a liv- the son of tbe father that he had mar- i the required deposit cf five hundred!*^ We thought it would
emigrate. "RmiirmHnn ! r? ^,1 in Pm-pncl r .-ffl.... in ! anionn incfnnS -rtf +*na 4-nm ! &
The 8th of May was the day fixed for We told him.
closing the books and only about forty “Do you think ten cents would hast*
j prospective passengers had then made you?”
nmfi from nnm ttmwwt* P? 011 ° f Conning hisancestor’s j Jjjg they must emigrate. Emigration ! deied in- Provcst Marshall’s office in | dollars apiece, instead of the two hun-
oraft from being ddfched upon the rocks, ^ent Dutch garments; for, having I forming ! 1
“Then, stranger,” he said, go back to
, , . - — — mn „„„ »- ,1,- i - r* —' o j companies are forming also in South- Houston; net a word was said and Kir- 1 dred who were required to insure a start _ , . . T
howling-around .the craft, dnving the j heard of their superstitions fears aboutl^m Uerminy, where much distress pie- by killed him on the spot, [ and the still larger number which was I J onrim,clla S e and shears - for I recog-
ice before it, the watch would shrug foremast hands who did not believeS
: name of the slup, he doubted not j vails. Thousands of Bussiau Menouites i “Vergeanee is mine, saith the Lord,” j hoped for. A first-class steamer had
their shoulders and peer through the I their impending doom was owing to the i^ -
gloom, as if every moment expecting to j an lucfcy name their-vessel bore.
behold some spectral vessel flying past J Aft stood George Lossing, the young, ts jp ljing jjg tc t man ” i n person.
them, or ranging alongside. doctor, The stratagem, as shown, was success-1 promulgated which compels them to do j for the young man who is now in prison
But ths ship had now shaken off the trembling, affrighted Mabel, who clang I ° « - — - - - - - * J ° i
last grinding mass of ice from her sides closely to him.
and an illimitable extout of clear water, “Oh, George!
! n i b i 0 r rays , of the Einiin S Uned- , I cabin window, through which he was j b J at Iea9t 100.-000. | The man who married a whole fami-
sun, stretched before her. I “God help us! ’ was the cry forward. i ’ - b . . . , ,, I I. „„ . . A ,
Down in the cabin sat Mabd and the j Then the men rnshedjor the boats. jhe washe ped by t *e eapuuu m ,he| VYhen you see a man on a moon- : ' erse connty,
n nize in you a brother editor.’*—Detroit■
Free Press.
the crejv wpuld, on seeing him thus at-j Are also expected to emigrate to the! yet who among ns, while demanding j keen procured and extensive arrange- J
tired, mistake him for the veritablej United States during the year, owing to j that the violated law shall be atoned mani made for the voyage, so that the I think’twas in September, if I right*
"™ * ” " j tbe fact that a Bussian edict has been { for, will not feel a thrill of sympathy managers claim to he eighty Jhonsand j ty remember, that I heard a knocking,
ful. After saving the vessel, the pas- military duty after 18S0. Probably onr | has given his life to revenge the blood
_ . p , . senger, by means of a dangling rope, I population, from foreign sources will be j of his father.—San Antonio Herald 8th.
\\ e are lost; sUe descended fj. om t k e stem to the increared before the close of the year I
doctor, watching the red light coming
in through tbe vindow.
The girl looked supremly happy. She
had just promised to be George's wife,
“Back!" roared Captain Pearl,
boat can live in this sea.’
Ere the crew, rendered
their situation, could dash
“No ‘ cabin
icaDin. un arriving ai i,ape mwn, ^ DJ - ght tryiDg to convince m
i Pearl contrived at night to convey him! shadow that it is *-«—
a* - * 1
dollars ont of pooket, and Mr. Woodruff, j knocking at my door; yes, I know ’twos,
whese heart was bound up in the enter- in September, for quite weU I now re,
pnse isa sadly disappointed. man. He uem ber he had been there about fifty
soil hopes to sacceed some time, but as i, , , , .. , ..
this is the second time a Woodruff I tlmcs * efore ; had beea there knocking
.. . . u . . " ooarnn> I nf. mv dr.or. Bnt I opened not, n«r
to follow i SISler * She 1
it’s time for ■ ried the :
him to join a temperance lodge. ‘ wive
expedition has petered out the prospect
be considered promising.
"ever step on a dog’s tail, nnless the I yoa settle
other end of the dog is a mile away he batter id on the door, and I answer,
the tail. *ed calmly “Nevermore.”—rExchange,
-
at my door,
wondered, as upon tbe door he than*
dered, for he yelled, “say, now, will
’ere bill J bring yon,” as