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vgl. xvhi. ATLANTA, GAs, TUESDAY MORNING. APRIL 6.1880. PRICE FIVE CENTS. iij a. a. nim AUTHOR Or “THE DENVER EEFBEU,” "ARI ZONA JOE,” “THE TWO PARDS,” ETC. reserved I I. A cumber of years ago there lived in the Mexican settlement of Conejos, In sonthera Colorado, neer the New Mexican line, an American trader named Charles Wajson, a widower, with one yonng son, a handsomo bog of about twelve yean of age. Watson wai a fairly prosperous man and a great favorite throughout all the region from Denver to Bento Fe, He bad retaluod—long as he had lived on the border—tho well marked ways and habits of his New England birthplace; so he was always called “Yankee Charley. There was hardly a miner in the mountains, a ranchman in the parka, a cowboy on the range, or a driver in the trains and the stage lines, who did not know him by that name; while of “Mr. Charles Watson” they had never heard. With the Mexicans, on the other hand, who thought him the beat Gringo west of St. Denis, he was always Don Cailoa. As for the boy, yonng Charley, be Was the pet of the neighbor hood. Prospectors, on their way to Denver to sell their claims, gave him ohoice nnggots; the freighters brought him hooka from Kansas City and “St. Jo;” “Kansu Dick,” the most noted driver in Barlow & Sanderson’s line, showed him how to hold the reins over four-horse and six-hone teams, and “Panhandle Fete,” the king of the cowboys, taught him to ride tho ‘ is colt which he gave him on his birthday. “None ofyer blamed broncos,” said the donor, “but a reel genooino ‘states' hoes, he is.” Among all those rode men yonng Charley grew up, good, strong and manly. To hare spoken roughly to him wonld bavo been an unpardonable offense, and a newly-arrived hostler, who had once ottered an oath in hit presence, caught a scowl from Kansas Dick that frightened him nearly ont of his life. “Don't yer never do thot agin,” said Dick, when the boy had gone, “or tiler’ll be a cuss pretty — - badly licked in this ycrc town. The hoys hez tnk a thine to the.kld, an’ is a lookin' out fer him. I don’t set np for no saint, not to any great extent, hnt I allow that when thai’a a little innercent chap round, thet ain’t got no mother to care for him, It’s a-playin’ it down pretty low on him to be lettln’ him hear cussln'nn sw carin’. Now yer know me—an' thcWflMMM ot ,0 say.” From Contjosrefanto l’o stretched a rough road, hsTtnj*».ioic tSTm u trail, And t#”tbts lonely route It happened tiint Watson, on a certain autumn day, determined that ho must jonrney. A consignment of his goods had been sold in tho anolent city, and a lot of wool could bo purchased on advantageous terms. him in the cam of a (friend, and, riding ad no Bpanieh mule and driving a pack-animal, he began hie Jonrney, Ho was armed with riflo and revolver, and, arid- from that, the ele ments of danger entered not into tho calcula tions of such a bravo and seasoned frontiers- He croaeedthe New Mexican line andelowly traversed tho weary, monotonona level of the wldc-apreadlng mesa, with San Antonio Foak rearing its lofty height, domed and wooded, and in tho far alatanos ahead of him. Fussing this and twining tho base of a short range of high bills at the west, ho bad not left this range more than flva miles behind him when he saw, to the left of the trail, threo plnnacls- like rocka rising over tho tops of straggling groves of trees. Tree Piedraa at last. He had never traveled by jnat this rant before, bat ho knew it well from tho descriptions of others and he counted on entertainment (or what passed for that) for min and beast at “Frenoh Frank’s.” This was a home one story high, built of hewn logs, and containing six uneven comfortable rooms. French Frank himself was rather a mysterious character. At that time ha sraa nearly seventy years old, bat hale and strong. As his name implied bowse a Frenchman; bat when, or how, or why bu had left Franco no onokntw. A man from Kansas who mat him once In Santa Fe, said he had lived in the western part of the state at one time, and had "a real goon-ap- perin* French wife” and a eon. ‘Thli son was a first-rate chap,” added the Kansan. “He married a gall from down Emporia war and want to live In them parts. 1 alien allowed he an’the old man didn’t sorter hitch homes together. 1 heered he had tbo hardest sort o’ luck aftenroide; wife died alter her child wee horn, an’ graaahoppera come an’ ate his crop. Folks was real sorry for him, an’ wonld a’ chipped in an’ helped him; hnt ho was kind o' f rond like, an’ pullcil np stakes, an’ lit oak I anno where. About a year after that the old man's wife died, too, an’ho eold out an’ left; and Memo me if I ever see him or heered from him till I struck him in tho plaza this motnin’.” Ho bad married a second wife—or Mexican woman— bnilt the house at Tree Piedraa, and lived there a long time. He raised a little hay in the old crater, had a few cattle and sheep, and furnished food, shelter and forage to occa sional travelers. Of conns, the existence of inch a house of call in this forlorn and desolate region was soon well known, and the wayfarer between Oonqfoa and Bute Fe counted with confidence on a step at French Frank's. Watson had never aaen the old men, nor was ha altogether pleased with bis appearance as ha emerged from hie door. Thcrowasaspecics of servility in his effusive politeness, which was by no means pleasing to tho frank and Independeatman of the border, and an indefina ble something in the expremion of hie smiling face to causa distrust. Watson hardly allowed inch impressions, however, to Inlnenot hie actions. Afterattendlng to hU&utfmals, boen- ~ atehia sapper with s rel- of waitin’an’eold it to another feller. When tered the house and ate lah. Thru ha took hia lest on a bench outside the door, lit his pipe, and watched the western aky until the alter glow was past sad the stare came ont in the clear atmosphere. Ha thought of Ms Jonrney, past and to coma: of the good bargain awaiting him; then of hie boy whom beloved to dearly, and for whose fits re he was toiling; then of tbo wife whom he had never erased to mourn lines be boiled her in that quiet grave In the foot hills. At last he rose with e sigh, knocked the eshea from kia pipe and went to his rode eoueh. Then night, solemn and still in those wild and desolate re gions, settled npon the lonely boom at Tree Bates. “It’s mighty strange.'’ aid Kansas Dick to s group of companions as they, one evening, left Watson's daor.la Conejos, “that we aint heard nothin’ from Charity. lea the little kid wax gittin’ sort of onetly tonight; and I didn’t let on thet Tom Carta come In this afternoon. Ana Santa Fean’ aid the* Charley hadn’t __ i thar, an’ the money from Us last •spec 1 wux a lyin' thar for him; an’ ths greater thet wui a keepia' the wool fox hia got tired mlnnit I was struck all of a hap. Say, boys, of we don't git no word tomorrow, some of ue moat go an'look fer him, an’ don't youforglt it! But I hope hell tom np all right.” Aim! he never did. From the day that Wat son cheerily bade hie eon and hia friends fare well and took tbo trail southward, no one of them ever saw hit face again. Over every Inch of that trail, and for miles on each tide of it, did powerful parties,tmckers, keen as sleuth honnde, stern vigilantes, therm and volunteer detectives, loyal and sorrowing friends—search all In vain. Every human being living on or passing over the road waa subjected to rigid examination, and among them, of coarse, was French Frank, With every appearance of truth and candor, ho testified that a man an swering the description of Wataon had pawed the night at hit house, eaten hta breakfast, commended the coffco of madame, paid what was dua, and gone hit way. A dozen pair of piercing, Jealous, suspicious eyes were on him; the sharpest criminal lawyer in tho territory waa questioning him; and a detective from Denver waa searching hia house—all was in vain. Not a cine waa found; andfoi mining campa, In- barrooms, on tho stages—everywhere—In the mountains, men tallied ot the myatoriona fate of Yankeo Char- The sorrow of hia poor boy waa almost too much for oven the elasticity of early youth. Kanaaa Dick paid hia troubles tho tribute of a palr of molat eyes and a little choking In hia voice as ho tola “tbo boys” how the poor Uttlo fellow bad “tnck on,” and for a long time re fined comfort. When he waa sent to hit frlonds in the east, Dick insisted on aocompenyinghim ss far as “York;” and when he rotarned*Jand had ooo night been telling wondrous tales of what ha called "Broadway Gnlob,” and “Walt Street Canyon," ho quietly remarked: "I’ll jest tell yer one thing, boya, an' that la thet that kid’ll never take much stock in life ontll he’s fonnd ont somethin’ about hit father." Eight long years had passed, and to Conejos, ltd the country south of It had eomo auch rapid and sweeping changes as only oocnr In western America. The railroad had climbed) tho Vets l’ass and gone westward, by For Car land, to Alamosa; thonco southward, through Conejos to Antonito, and on toward! Santa Fe. The iron. hone had replaced tho mule and tho burro, and reclining chair can of tho latest pattern were an agreeable substitute for the Concord coach. There hod been many changes, too, among “tho boys” at Co nejos, Eomo of them, like Pan-handlo Pete, had died with their boots on at ths hands of their kind; others had aonght bash Holds and pasture* now; others, again, remained, adapt ing themselves, at best they could, to the al tered condition of affairs, and opposing only a feeble and wholly Impotent rcsutunctrZo tire luexoiabitsprMIbof rru»«§Ar- Kansu DVik htatsbin.Ilme by tho forelock. Boeing his occupation about to come to an cud. ho ns ho phrased it, “caaght on to thet thar railroad racket” and become a sub-contractor. One afternoon he appeared in Goncjoa and eonght st me of his old “pards.” “Brara,” said he, "maybe yer know what Fro come he re fhr end msyho -yer don’t, bat I’m sgoin’ to tail yer. Some of yen'll romomber tha kid that poor Yankee Charley left behind when he passed in his ohecka eight years ago. Wa-al, hc’sgrmvtd up to ho a yonng feller of twenty-one, in’ he’s got book lamin’, an' knows engineering, an’ Mams me of he ain’t a’comin’ out to work on thli yore road; an’ bo’ll be here tomoarow. He ain’t never gone back on ire, an'he's been a-writin' mo nil along, an’ ho alien said that he allowed he'd light ont an’ strlko the old place Jest as soon as be could. Let’s drink hia health.” Tha next day, rare enough, Dick met Char ley at the station. In face and figure ha had kept the promise of hit boyhood, rat there ms a shade of gravity about him unusual in an athletic youngster. Ho wrong Dick’s hand with a grip which apoke wall for his muscle, and bad a kind greeting for all who claimed hia acquaintance. Dick had been unusually silent. At the first opportunity he whispered to tho man next to him: ef ho ain’t the livin’, brcithin,’ Im ago of hia ikther!” Next day tho two started by rail far the headquarters of the engineers of ths “Alba- qnrqne extension,” which were carlonsly enongb, at Tret Pledres! On the way, Char- asked Dick If this were not Just tho rente poor father bed taken and apoke with strong feellngof hta hona to learn something of hie fate. With this reeling, however, it.wae plain that aorao other was contending in hit mind, ond Dick was not long In hearing that Charley bad met a beautiful young gir 1 In New York jnat before starting from thonco and bad come with her for a cootiderabie part of her westward Jonrney. “She stopped at Emporia to visit tome friends,’’ said be. "Her name la Mario Dn- clicrae. Her father waa French, but her mother came from that part of tha country. Sbo told me ebe had an old grand fathor some where in this region and that ono of her coas- ina waa going to bring her ont hen, in a abort time, to hunt him up. Her father 1< dead,and she thought she ought to see her grandfather, although aha didn’t know much about him. Bho baa promised to—well, to write to mo.’’ Instead of the lonely epot of eight yeartbe- fore. Tree Piedraa was now a buy railroad station, and between the new iron read and the old trail were onginecra’ quarters, ware houses and boarding nooaes, near which had grown up a shabby and diarepntahla town.Sur- roondlnga made but little difference, however, to the yonng engineer, enjoying hia lint ax- perienca of active field work, and hoping for the promised letter. One day he and Dick had been occupied some miles to ths south ward, and on their return, Dick went alone to hia quarters. On the way be met an acquaint ance. “Hed n daisy picnic hers today,” laid the latter. “On the train thar corneas pooty a little galas you ever sot yer eyas on; an’ the feller that wax with her, hs 1st on that they coma to see French Frank. She'went errand to the old fellow’s shebang an’ he wax everlastingly broke np at satin’ her. Bone of the boya wax a sayln’ that it wsru’t a sice place for a youag gal. Yeraee, aance tho old man’s Mexican win died, that’s a brother of bar’s tbet’s hed him nader hia thumb like, an* stuck him ter money all the time. Yon’ve seen the core; Jose Santee is hta name. He’s a bed lot from the word Bet' He's the bead of a gang of greasers that's a goto’ to make ns trouble afore long. There's plenty of’em; an’I allow they’re pnttiB’up a job to atart a ofa riot tome night Ilka tonight, when thar ain't many of the railroad boya round, an’ to rob right an'left. They say old Frank's got slot of money stowed sway in hia house. Wa’al, •ea yer later. Goodbye.” Dick walked slowly towards tha engincar’a office. The toll moon waa JBeIeebrightly, they hurried acmes the mean. “I allow it’s yer call to go. All the same, I wish yer were miles stray from this yore plaoe.” In two mlnntea more, tho party. Joining a motley crowd of other Americans, worn In con- fllct with a large band of Mexican desperadoes. Dick was In hia element. Ha masaed hia men and led them in a charge before which the Mexicans were soon in pelt and headlong flight. In tha wild rash too panning party hed just passed in the rear of e largo one-story Lullalng, when they heard s woman's voice ring ont therefrom, In a shrill cry of terror, then several shots. Dick stopped In a second. “Here, Charley, eomo along with me. yon and” (be named threo or fonr more.) ‘The rest ef yon kin jlat drive the Oraaaen Into the Bio Grande.” Another wild cry rang from the house, jnat as they reaohed the rear door. Dick sot hia shoulder against It and, with a mighty effort, burst it In. From It an ontry, with a door on each side, led to a large room. At ono of theto doors Charley aaw s white- robed figure appear—then shrink baok—as they rushed pact. Jnat as they entered the largo room two or three men succeeded In ee* caiilng by the front door. Another rose from a kneeling position, and, quick u lightning) fired at ' fortune' . fell dead before the revolvers of two of tha men. It waa a torrlblo scene. Bj the aide of • largo chut whlcl hod been dragged from under hie hed and broke open, and In defending which he had been mortally wounded, lay French Frank, Reaping painfully. In tho open chests, over which the dead ruffian had been stooping, were money and Jewelry. Charley ran to lift the old man, whoso eyu were cloeed, Dick bad bent over the dead man, when, with an exclamation—half aery of mrprlso—ho aolsod n gold watch which lay Jn tho chest. At that n gold watch which ley in tho chest. At that sjis* sho sHdcsnlong.’" very mcmc^il^Vuiikouaitod his eyes, Uoj . “.yIt, Mill belay !o".v rn watch. Mr. Blsok f hdiHJ iiiid*ho t»i»akc ciojio'lung, iio dirt, on biiucl*/ no uoiW pc* abort, struck his hand on hh side aodb* gan talking audibly and vehemently to him- •elfi Tvs got It,” said he, “an’ a earned fool an’ idiot I wax not to have caaght on to it baton. This is the little gal, dead rare, that Charley met an’ got ao darned mu hed on. Thet that. | INDISTOfCT PBIHT chap from Kansas told na that old man Frank'a son married down to Emporia. Mario’e a French name. She’s an orphan, aha wanted to find her grandfather, an’she's come ont to this one-lione railroad camp, toll of greasers an’ gamblers an’ wnaa—an’ she's foundFreneh Frank! An’ Charley ain’t a hundred yards away. Wa’al I’m if hero ain't a pretty cirena!” He entered the office, hie honest face unusually sober; so much so that Charlie ral lied him on it. Another hoar had passed, and thoywero busy with mapa and estimates, when they hcaid tho reporti of revolvers Before thaw had reached tho door, It waa thrown open ana one of their men harrledly entered. “Turn ont hoye,” he cried, “the greasers are taking the town!” In that Ufa emergencies were frequent and men always ready tor them. As a matter of maao lor ine near, iocs Charley at hia lido, he etc then, almost with a algh, the thsolder and took ths THE HACK SNAKE AID THE WOLF A Plantation Legend. RV JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS. (Copyrighted, 1880, by 8. 8. HcCIoro.] “One time,” (aid Uncle Bemus, pitting the “noses” of tho chunks together with hia cane, so aa to make a light In hia cabin—“one tlmo Brer Babbit en ole Brer Wolf was gwino down da road torgo’er, en Brer Wolf, he ’low dattimrewnz mighty hard on monoyaknee. Brer Babbit ha ’gran Tong wid ’In, he did, dat timeswus mighty tight, on he up on asy dat ’twna'ln about much ca ho kin do tor tor make bofe sen's meet na’low, he did—’’ ‘"Brer Wolf, youer gittin’ mighty ga’nt, en he clapped him on j| 'iwont be so mighty long fo’ we'll hatten be the lead again. J tnck up aa pot In ie po’-honac. W’at mako die’, sex Brer Babbit, scree, T bo Mesa ef I kia tell, ksxe yer er ell ao crcetars gittin' gs’nt, wiles all do nptaica la a gittin’ seal fit. No longer'n veetiddy, I as cornin’ along thoo do woods, w’en who should I meet bnt ole B"* Charley, tho “HvlDg, breathing imago' the unto who had worn that watch eight years before, when ho rodelato Tru Ficdras, With a cry ot despair, and the oonvnlalve strength of a dying man, ho tore himself from the yenng ftUow’s supporting arms and rose to hia knees. “No! no!” ho almost ahriokod, “not mo! not me! Listen gentlemen for the lore of Ood, lets-, ten, Uestcn, good gontlemon! It vas ’e, ast Fc'olo’rnt who lie thoro—Joso Santos. ’E vas [rre, In als ’ousc, vcnUonsIorCharloycomo.an’ mo too, cef I say cvalro ono vord. Eight you, I know not peace. Every day, every night 1 om in terror. Now’s come rob mo,'o shoot mo. Hclas! je incuts. Pardon—pardon—pries pour mol! pries! — Ho fell forward and wasdead. From behind him came a long drawn algh. Dick looked np. * Great God!” he muttered. “She mult havo heard it all!’’ Charley turned hia head. There) in her youth and twenty, but with hands elapsod, and eyes fixed and staring, and an expression of terror on her face, was Marie Dneheene! Four fellow, bo was shocked, stunued, dosed, but he moved towards bar.. With a cry sho waved him off and fled from the room. Dick roso to tho occasion. ’'Boya/’eald he, “honor bright not a word of bis. Yer ain’t seen nothin' an’ yer ain't hserd cthln’. Chuck a blanket over tho poor old hap, dreg thli onsa's body away, an'atop ont- side. Don’t letno ono eomo In.” Then (he turned to Charley, who stood with his faco everted and bis band ovor hia ayes. Dick put hia arm over hia shoulder* and spoke with a rode, bnt Infinite tenderness. “It's mighty rough on yer, my boy,” said he, "hut yer mnst brace ap. Yer must remem ber thet yrr father— who wus ss whit# a niaa ca the good Lord ever nude—ha went to glory H year ago, and tho cnaa thet klllod him—tor the old man hedn't no call to lie when he wua a’djln’—bo’a passed In hit chocks. It’s tbs or little gal yer want ter think about. Old ank was the grandfather lbs come to find. In this blamed rough place. Her father an' mother wnz ex good ex gold—I knowed ’em. I allow sho heard what tho old man said, an' ►he’ll Jeat go an’ break her heart over It, poor little thing, onlesa ye’re mighty tender with her. Jeat yer go now an' spsak to har. Kind o' comfort her, es yer might any, an' I’ll sand ono of the boys tor my partner's wife; aba’s a good woman, an’ she’ll coma an’ taka her home.” Charley turned round and claepod Dick’s hand In both of hia. “God bless yon, my dear old fallow,” he said, with hia heart In hie voice. “I only bore she’ll listen to me.” III. A few yean ago, when I was rapidly riding in the general manager's ear, over' a western railroad, I asked him to whom was due tha credit of constructing a splendid viaduct. “Our chief engineer,” said be. "IVation it hia name. Yon met him at my honae.” “Do yon mean the man with that lovely wife,” I asked. “Yea,” be replied, "and aha’a as good aa the to pretty. There waa something vary carious stoat their acquaintance and marriage- something about a diced strange affair at Tree Piedraa.” How Private Raymond Escaped. Frc-m a Washington Letter. I heard a story the other day about the late Delegate Raymond, of Dakota, who died early la tha yew, which to quite romantic. Ha waa Iba last man to ass General McPherson alive at the battle of Atlanta. Be was lost in the act or deliv ering a message to the general whan a party of confederate horsemen came npon them, and Mc Pherson was riot down and Raymond was taken prlfoner and lent to Andenonvllle. After he had bean than a yew or ao than was an axehangaof prisoners, and the whole body ot men In tha prison were asrsmbled In line to haw read the 1W of those who ware to ha eachaagad. Those whose names were rtsd were ordered to answer “Here.” and step forward. Whan the officer In charge was sotng over the roster be called oat the name otooe who had died the night hefts*. Raymond had the presence of mind to anaww "Here," In.tba glace of the dead man. sad stoppedJoewwAaad eD ^^iellCTpSoD^toWweteanMoaenerooa togivt Man away. He was exchanged nqder the name of bto deal eeaundr, rammed aesth and re entered the army. wid der riba growia’ torgo’er, wilee da reptnlec layin’ up In do ran dee nattally fattenin’ on der own bslneia. Ycssar, dat what I ’lowed.' “Brer Wolf, ho say, be did,dat ef do reputes sms gittin’ do ’vantage er de creature dat away, dat bit twna ’boat time fer dw clean oat da reptnlea er leaf de country, an* he ’low, toddermo, dat he already fer ter jiao In wid de patter-rollers en drive mn out “Bnt Brer Babbit, he ’low, ho did, dat do lies’ way fer ter gtt ’long wnz ter fine out whar'boats de reptules bad dorimoko-’oase en go In der en git some w de vittlea w’at by root rights b’lonffo ter do crcetars. Brer Wolr say may ho dls do bos’ way, kare of do raptorial git word dat da patter-rollers to a cornin’, doy’ll take en bide der ginger-caEee, en der aimmon bear ea dar watalraamea, so dat do erectors can’t git uro. By db time dey corns to do forks trde road, en Brer Babbit ho went one way en Brer Wolf ho wont de yother. "Whar Brer Wolf wont,” Undo Bemus went on, with increasing gravity, “do goodness knows, bnt Brer Babbit, be wont on down da road todra he own honae, on wile* ha waa lippttln’ long, nibblin’ a bite yer en a bite dar, he year a mighty knao foes In de woods lie lay low, Bier Babbit did, on llsaon. Ue look sharp, he did, and bimehy ha kotoh a gllmp or ols Mr. Black Enako gwino long thoo do grass. Brer Babbit he lay low an witch him. Mr. Black Snake crope ’long, ho did, doa llko he ’nz gram . Brer Babbit ssy ter bisao’fi “ ’111! dar goes one or de reptnlea, en-ex sho whar Hey wnz a groat. Mg poplar trea. Babbit, he cropo on Iris bully on follow long utter. Mr. Dlsrk Bunko tuck’n circle all ’ronn’ dc tree, cn don ho stop cn sing ont; “Watsilla, wntollla, Con ssrto wo! Wits! I la, watnlllo, Conurlo wo!’ “En den, moo’ fo’ Mr. Babbit kin wink hs eye, a door srat wna in do treo flow’d open, en Mr.Black8nakotuckin’crawlin- Brer Bab bit Tow, hs did: “Ah-yi! Dar whar yon stay! Dar whar yon keep* yo’aimmon bcori Dar whai yon hides yo’ backbone cn amr’ ribs. Ah-yi.’ “W’en Mr. Black Snake went In tha house, Brer Babbit crope up, hs did, en linen far ter •eo wat ha kin year gwino on In dar. Bnt ho ain’t year nothin’. Blmoby, wiles hs acttln’ ’roun’ dar, he year do same song— ’"IVstellta, watsilla. Con ssrto wo! Watsilla, watollla, ('Ontario wo!' “En moa' 'fo Brer Babbit kin hide In do weeds, de door hit flewd open en ont Mr. Black Snake slid, lie did ont, he did, en (ltd off, cn after he git ont er right. Brer Babbit, be tnck’n went back ter de poplar tree for ter see ef be kin git In dar. Ho bant roan’ en he hnntroan', en yet ain’t fine no door. Den he set op on ho behind leg», olo Brer Babbit did, rn low— “ 'Hey! w’at kinder contrapshun dish yert I seed a door dca now, hut dey sint no door dar now.’ “OIo Brer Babbit scratch ho head, ha did, cn bimeby hit come Inter be nilno dat maybe dc song gat sump'n n'ar tar do wtd It, on wid dat, be chnncd up, be did, an ring— “‘Watsilla, waMlls, Dandailo. wo-bsw!” Time hsaay da fit*’ pert de door aorter open, hut we’n be lay da las' part hit slammed shut agin. Den h* enne up eomo mo’; “‘Watsilla, watstlla, Bandailo, wo-haw!' 'Tima ha eay do foe' part da door open little ways, Lnt time he ray de las’ part hit slammed skit again. Dcuttrer Babbit'low he’d hang ronn’ dsreuflno out wat kinder hinges dat ardoer ear. a twingin’ on. So he stay’s round’dar’ dedhl, twcl bimehy Mr, Mask Snskacamo 'loogback. Brer Babbit crop* np, h* did, on he jt ar ’im ring de aong: ”‘Watsilla, watsilla, Conurlo wo! Watsilla, watsilla, Comarto wo!’ Dan de door open, an Mr. Black Snake, he slid in, in Brer Babbit, he lipped off In de nnehca rn rang de aong by hiasc'f. Drake went home cn tuck acme res', en sex’ day he went heck, cn, w'en Mr. Black Snake come ont rn went off, Brer Babbit, he tock'n ring da song, en de door flewd open, ca in be. want. He went la, be did, en wen be got In dar*, he fine loteer goodies. He fine cakes m ■usages, mill sorter nice .loin's. Den he eomo ont. cn de nex’ day be went en tote Old Brer Wolf, rn Brer Wolf, he Tow dat, bein’ ea tlmec to bard, be bTlcve he’ll go long en aample some s r Mr. Blacc Snake doin’*. “Dey went, dey did, an soon esdexfinsdet Mr. lliack Snake Is gone. Brer Babbit he sing de song, rude door open en In he went. He went in dar. he did, an be gobbled np bis bal- Jytol, en wilee he doin’* dto Brer Wolf he gal lop ’ronn’ cn 'roan', tryla' ter ter git In. But de dear done riamchct, en Brer Wolf ain’t know de song. Bimehy Brer Babbit he com* out. be did, lickin’ 1>« chepc en wipin’ he rant- tub, en liter Walt ax Tm w’at de name er goodness to da reason baain’* 1st Tm go in 'Jong wid 'im. “Brer Babbit, he vow, bsdid.dstheapeckted any gump 'ad know dat somebody got tor stay outride cn watch wilesde yuthcr on* wus on da Inside. Brer Wolf aay he aia’t thunk ar dat, rn den k* ax Brer Babbit far ter 1st Tm in, an please be so good er ter stay rat dar en watch witos he git come cr de goodies. “Wijd dat Brer Babbit, h* rang de rang: ’"Watsilla, watsilla, WataUia, waurito. “H* rang de aong. he did, an de doer lowed open, cn Brer Wolf he lipt In, on ’gun ter gob; Me op da geedlee. Brer Babbit, he stayed outsidr.cn make like be gwino ter watch. Brer Weit, be e’t en he •> tn he keep on a ratin’. Brer Babbit, he tack he stan’ off la d* bathe*, rn bimeby be year Mr. Black Snake a-riidia’thoo degrees. Brer Babbit, h* ain’t aay nothin’, lie low ter htoaolf, he did, dat ho woe dar to watch, cn dat wnt he gwino do ef do good Lord spa’r Tm. So ho sot dar en watch, an Mr. Black Snake, he come a-rildln’ up ter da honae en ring dc cong, en de door flowed ofeen cn In he went. "Brer Babbit act dar en watch ao hard, hs did, dat it look like ho eyes wna gwino tor pop out. Twant long ’fo* hu year aump’n o’er llko • scnfflsgwlneonln poplar tree, on, fas’ news yon know. Brer Wolf come tamberiln’ ont. Ho eomo tumherlin’ ont, he did, on down ho fell, hare Mr. Black Snake got ’im tied hard an fast so he ain’t bin ran. “Den, utter so long a time, Mr. Black Snako tnck en tie Brer Wolf up ter a Urn’, en dar dat erector awnog ’twlx* de hevin en de yeth. Ho swung en (frayed, en eve’y time be strung Mr. Black Snake tuckTi lash ’Im wid be tall, in eve’y tlms he lash Tm Brer BabMt hollar ont, he did: Serve Tm right! aarve Tm right.’ . “En I let yon know,” arid the old man, re- filling hia pipe, “dat w’en Ur. Black Snake glttboowid ' *" goodies." I dat creator he ain’t want no mo’ GROWS THE WILLOW.’ A Pastoral In Prose by a Laay toibr. ‘^WfifPn&hyS ^ U ^’ Stole my true love, steal hsr back agaiu- Orten growl tho willow tree, Green grows the willow." You probably never heard that rude pastoral sung. Wall, than is very Uttle in It, I moat confess, hut tha lut line has something about It that touches a tender chord in my rasccpti- bio heart. I have heard It rang when Jeat and song treat merrily round; when bright eyes and happy faces held high revel in the aoUtnds of tha great pine forest, and tho lightwood knot fin biased and crackled right merrily. Happy creatures! Dancing like motes In a sunbeam, they had their day, and for aught I know they are still swinging around the same sweet circle. “Green grows tho willow trea.” It reminds mo of a llttl* Incident. 1 hav* a very doar old friend, who Uvea In a Georgia city. He did not always slave st % desk, however. One day not many months ago ho asked me If I had read a certain book. Quito odd, hot t had not. Ue urged me to read It, and I did so, and whllo I havo a general Mon of plot uml characters, and tho other paraphernalia which men cm* ploy to esprere their opinions, j don’t know that I could tell much about it. But there li one line that ocean and recurs In that Uttlo vulnmo that la ringing in my sanl today, and I can never target that line. Very el raple, loo, tho young maiden sighs: "Western wiud, when will you blow?” Oh, what a world of hops, roar, anticipation, world, r and spcrrihttioM -s involved in ftmt simple qnrsttoii. Somethin!- good or hod - will happen when tho “western wind" bogins Mewing. 1 eaivaiiuiwtM* Iter as aim hum on the ola rickety K*to. xaso* down, thp tone beautiful, Mtii-.eyed apring is tin-"sweet vat jilt' u of lire tm-pllig willow Unit standi down at tho id go of tho deep wood, and with half- rioted eyes fhonat.inds and dreams of tho wt nder that la slowly unfolding, m.d she d.irta and alghs; "Western wind, when will you blow?” Very few dty folks know how the willow tree gnwtgreen. All the loog,"drear winter its trailing branches sweep the aodden earth, and wild winds torn and tear Its tender treaios. All tho long winter itc rough brown trunk atendc bare and unlovely, down by tho low, dank roarthta. Bnt by and by tho yonoji queen regent ap proaches and her loyal ratileeta must appear In fill! dress uniform. It must be of new ma terial, ssd It muat be without spot or blemish. Tho willow ponders and pore* over the knotty problem. The elm, hasty frllow, or ders hia dreas, gets half of It on, and then something happens to tbs tailor, and Sir Elm standi shivering In tho nallld sunlight, and to buffeted by all tho rads galea that pass at camp followers foraging In tho rear of King Winter’s retreating army, The nine tra* la a grim old veteran that care* llttl* for style, yet be brashes up bto rpaalettes a little. Lord Chancellor Oak orders bis splendid robes of state; and even tho marlnos, High Admiral Magnolia, Commodore Ash, and Cap tain Beech, nil leave their orders with tho tailor, and the common sailors, tha rough old gum trora, brash the mod off thair (root* and smooth their ehaggy lialr. Bnt tbo willow—"Green Grows tho Willow Tree.” Tho willow broods over Its tronblas. It to to bo a pago to her msjesty, the qoeen X t. Bnt there Is no one near to help tho v ont of Ita troubles. Tho Ikvorito pago seldom enjoys Immunity from envy and per secution. So tho willow has lived apart from Ita fellow*. Day by day ths sun climbs a little higher, and hie eye growa brighter a* hia strength Increases. There standc the willow trembling with anticipation. Tha banilda are rommg. Moat anxiously the willow whlspare to itself, "Western wind, when will yon blow?" For It knows that when the weet wind blows, It to the signal of tho arrival of the young mis- tress. At last It cornea, Not in the day, while tho birds are rehearsing, ao that the orchestra may ha In perfect harmony, but In the deep and dnsky light that divides tho day from the night, comee the first faint murmur. There to n distant hnm of many voices. There la the flatter of eomo dosing warbler, and then tha soft, sweat await of tha western wind. The qneen Is coming, and thn palace most bo Illuminated. In tha bine domo of hraven or* bang ten thousand glowing lamp* and through the dark woods tho lira Aloe go flitting hither and thither, and ’Green grows the willow tics!” mortal* wake In the morning and are astern, ished at the light and beauty that pervade* the earth. Kaver before havo the birds rang a* sweetly; never before hae nature opened her treasure bouses and displayed sneb a dueling array of crown Jewele; never before has tho air been ao richly laden with delicate odors. Death and desolation ar* banished and Ilfs and light arc tha chief counsellor* of th* yenng qnaeo, -How was It, done? In what mtnner waa tho ri>*ago wroogbtr’we ask and there to none to answer. We little dreamed that whll* mortality slept the spirit# were bailed in making inch rapid change*. We look abroad, and there la the elm, and th* ook and tbo plot awl all, half arrayed In their holiday dress, nodding and smiling, and down by thn marsh stands our modest price, ear willow treo, with a fall dress of dolfetto green And thn west winds are lingering near,and th* bias-eyed queen regent from her throne on tho bill, emtlee her royal approval an Ihto, the moat fkitbfni of her •ob jects. “Green grows th* willow tret, Grain grows the WIBow.’’ Macon, Oa. M. M. Fouom. A New York reporterwent ont to tnterviow several aldermen. We extract tho following sentences from hia report. ••Alderman rtnk was found In a wine room near W “AUteSn*n Shields was found In onaof hia liquor “^Mdeiman Farley was found In bto barroom la IhoBoweiy." And ao on. A NIGHT OF TERROR. By Frank Park. [Copyrighted, 1888,by 8. & McClure.] The chief sufferer of that torrlblo night, though dead these ten year*, waa a lifelong ac quaintance of my father, to whom ho related tbtoertotoof bto life shortly after Ita occur rence. The man In question, Mr. Caldwolt, was then a man of family, twenty-sovou years old, with hair aa black as the raven's wing. Ho held the poeition of arardon of the sis to insane asylum at vllle, a placo filled with patient of every degree of Insanity, from tho raving maniac to the babbling idiot. Ono cold evening In December, ’SI, i reform officer drove ont to tho long, low brick build ing, and pinned ftt th* keeper's ebargoamld- dle-egid lady,privately tcIUnghlmtiiatthough at times apparently aanc.os aho appeared then, eho waa really a dovil Incarnate, and was not to bo treated for an instant. Tbo koeper took the lady, and placed her in n strong cell, In spite of lier earnest protostations of sanity, lire inrfirifildo characteristic of ponons similarly affected. Seeing that sho was aocuro and wall provided for, he returned to nia friends, and passed tho remainder of the afternoon laughing and talking with hia wlfo and threo little chil dren. At six o'clock the old, colored waitress, in whom every confidence was placed, began to make tho rounds of tho colb, to minister to the wantsof tho Inmates. Unfortunately she had not been cautioned in regard to the new Inmate of cell 13. Nearing that room aho hoard lamentations of the moat pitiful kind, and was told between smothered sobs that the Inmate waa "dying for a Uttlo fresh air, and for (tod'a s iko to lot her draw ono pare breath.” Moved by suoh entreaty, tho old woman cautiously unlocked tho door and Opened It a llttlo. Instantly sho was seised by tbo throat, Jerked Into tho cell, clinked and beaten till apparently dead, roll- bed of her keys anthloikcd in by tho straugor, who now by her fuumiug mouth nml savugo expression showed tbo real demon, (Uniting over her lucreaslhl treachery, abn moved noise lessly among tho cells, unlocking them and lib- erntirg their fiendish inmates,svim, fustic tivoiy catching her dosigti. with doathdiko silouco crcptflnto (Hits dimly lighted hall, and stood eagerly watching her aotmn. Whon aho had liberated somo forty or fifty of those sverso than ravage brutes, alia led them along tho upi>or hall to the head of tho stairway, whoro sho stopped ns If puzzled. While all this was going on, tho unsuspect ing warden was enjoying tho poaco ami cool- foit of hia cheerful Aresfdo. IIu sal fondling his youngest child un his knee, stroking hta curls and patUngkiaroeyjlheeka while the Huddciijy hd rose to pln(m,g tho liuio oiro ,hi ltd mothor’s arms, stood intcntlyiiatonlng whito a deadly pallor ovi ror-r, ml Inn fin e. “John, in heaven's name, what to tbo nut ter?” asked tho astonished wlfo. Sho needed no reply, for at that instant tho shuffling clank of dragging chains on tho half stain smote her rata; and eatchiog its awfitl meaning Instantly, with "God save na!” on her llpe, she clasped her children to het bos un and sank on tho floor.' Her husband, aware or the manlao'e intonso hatred and dread of hia keeper, knew they would not pass hi* door without a furious at tempt to destroy him and bto family. Ho quickly donhle-locked and barred tho aplkod cakan door, and with bto revolver in ono hand and an ox In tho other, atood anxiously waiting. The maniacs moved clowly and with ns llt tlo noise as possible till they reached tho wsr- den’edoor, when euddenlr, by grasping thn knob, they turned it quickly, and throirihem- leivcs violently against It several times. Find ing It secure, their fury know no bound*. Some dashed madly at tho wall, othars beat the spiked door with their clenched fists,white some of tho more vicious and cunning second a long I-cam, which they rammed against tho door. This action waa hailed with tho wild est cheers, and all made way for this moro promising venture, and aa on* foil oxluuatod anothsr would spring to bto placo. Finding their ulmoat endeavors, however, unavailing to bnrat open the door, they turned tho keam agrlosttha brick wail, which after pro longed hammering, began to crumble. Aa brick by brick was displaced they manifested their biood-tblnty eagerness by redoubled yells and more desperate efforts. Meantime, behind the warden on tho door knelt bto wife; Imploring heaven for deliver ance, before him struggled a raving hand of demonr, with nothing hnt a fast crumbling brick wall between. With a faco of mar ble he atood watching tho place where tho beam ws* doing Ita work. Presently tho beam shot through tbo wall and waa Instantly drawn hack with a mad ahrlelc of victory. One of tho meet daring of tho baud appeared in the opening and leered tauntingly in on the keeper. Presenting bto pistol to tho madman's fare the warden fired. Tho nub Jerked hack the wounded man, and another immediately epneared striving to force hta way through tha opening. Ue was dispatched in the same manner, and after him a third •ndafoaitb. The demons hail enough run nlnglefttoMotbeflitUltyor alt this with out larger opening. So again they slow tbo ram and continue their pounding. Bnt when their object la almost accomplish- ed, they are suddenly Interrupted by the ap- psaranre of tho militia on tha scene. There ia Instantly a complete loll; flothlng can be heard hnt tho tegular tramp of tho saldlers aa .they file into the hail. Ths maniacs have either scuttled hack to their dens, or an lying cxhanded be fore the opening they have made. - Tho militia enter tbo warden's room, and find him limp and motionless on tho floor, Hiafeatore* are withered and juiIo, and his once raven-black hair I* a* white as snow. Henry M,Stanley on Crocodile,. From the Outing. You ico ft man bathing In tho river; ho fo standing near (be thorc laughing at yon. perbap#, laughing Id the keen enjoyment of tho bath; tod* dculy ho falls over and you sec him no more. A crocodile has approached unseen, has struck him a blow with Its tall that knock* him ovtr.and bo la Instantly seized and carried off. Or, it may be that the man fo swimming, ho is totally uncontclous of danger, there Ii nothing la light to stir a tremor of apprehension; bnt there, In deep water, under tho shadow of that rock, or bidden beneath the shelter of (ho trees yonder, fo ft huge crocodile; tt hae spotted the swimmer, and fo watching its oppoc tnnlty; the swimmer approaches; ho U wltnla striking distance; stealthily, silently, nnpcwived, the creature make* for Ita prey; tho man knows nothing until he fo seized 07 the leg anrtl'IWjJ under and ho knows no more. A bubble or iwo indicate the place whero ho has gouo down, and ll Fora*dread, unspeakable horror, there U no death hr wild beaata like that J crocodile. Jt fo worse than being klileA by * ah ark* tor the shark most c<n»elou»ea«irCace ai»d let Itself be seen, whereas the CWWdUft iUlkeft unseen snd ftom below. 4 .9 J