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JPUF? SflORY <§>Or?NEI^
THE DEFENDANT’S ACCOMPLICE
From the Toronto Mall.
During tho month of February, 1853, Seth
Damon, of Acton, instituted an action at law
against Gabriel Butterworth, of the same town,
for tho recovery of thirty thousand dollars, of
which ho clalmod that said Butterworth had
defrauded him. The circumstances were these:
Butterworth owned and kept the principal
r store In Acton, and though ho had novor boon
regarded os an exemplary gentleman, his honor
in business had not been impugnod. Thoso who
had tho faculty of looking upon tho undorcur,
rents of human actions decided that ho was a
man not bound by honor, but who understood
the laws of soir.;..tcre»t too welt L> lie guilty of
small meannesses in business. What ho was
capablo of doing on a grand scalo was not
mooted until tho occurrence of which I am
about to speak.
Seth Damon had removed from Edsonto Ac.
ten in the fall, and had purchased the iron
works. Shortly after concluding the purchase,
ho had a payment of thirty thousand dollars
to make, and late on a Saturday afternoon
bo arrived from New York with tho
money, part of it in bank notes, and part
of it in gold. When he arrived ho found that
tho parties to whom the money was to bo paid
had loft town, and would not return till Mon-
r Hoy. Mr. Butterworth had tho only reliabio
safety vault in town, and to Mr. Butterworth
Damon took tho thirty thounnd dollars, ask.
ing permission to lodge it in his vault over tho
ISabbatb, which permission was readily and
cheerfully granted.
Daring Sanday nigbt tbe people of the vil.
logo were aroused by the alarm of dre; and upon
Matting ont it was fonnd that the alarm came
from Bntterworth’s store, hut Mr. Butterworth
tiad been actlvo. He had discovered the fire
in season, and, with the assistance of his boys
had pnt it ont before much damage had
been done. Upon looking over tho prom,
iscs it was found that tbe Are had not only
been tho work of an incendiary, but that it
had been Mt in several different places.
"How fortunate,” said the owner, “that I
-discovered it in season.”
Bat very soon another discovery was made.
'The safety-vanli had been broken open, and
-every dollar it had contained stolen away!
Hero was alarm and consternation. Gabriel
Butterworth seemed fit to go crasy.
“For myself I care not,” ho cried. ‘‘A few
hundrcdawerealll had in there; but my frieud
had a great sum!”
Immediately search for tbe robber, or robbers,-
was instituted, and word, waa sant far and near
to ail sheriffs and their deputies, and to the
police of the cltiea.
brother's, in Dnnitabla I had loft my hired
team at tho stable, and on my wav to my
hoarding boon I paired the atore of Mr. Bat-
tcrwoith. In tho back yard of tho store was a
horse-trough, and, being Shinty, I stepped
around that way to get a draught of water.
Ji si stooped to drink at the spout of tho fonn*
tain I saw a gleam of light through a crevice
in the shatters of ono of tho store windows.
■Cariosity impelled me to go and peer through;
fori wondered who could be in there at that
hour of a Sunday night. The crevice was quite
largo, made by a snaring away of tho edges of
the shatters where they had been canght by
tbe hooks that held them hack when open, and
through it I looked into the store. I looked
upon tho mil within which the atfetT-vanlt
indl saw the vanlt open, and I taw
tterworth at work therein. I saw
into his breast pocket,
it two or three smtl
canvas hags, and sat them upon the floor by the
door that opened toward his dwalling. As I
-saw him approaching this onter door a second
-time I thought he might come out, end I went
<iarav. It was an hoar afterward that I heard
tho alarm of fire. And it waa mot nntil the
follosrieg morning tint I heard of the robbery
cf the nib.
I was placed in e critical position: bat I had
f. duty to perform. I went to Mr. Damon, and
told him what I had aeon; and also gave him
liberty to call upon me for my teaffmoey n
public when he should need It. Until I should
« called upon I waa to hold my silence.
While the officers ireie hunting hither and
thither Mr. Damon kept a etrict watch upon
tbe movements of Mr. Buttenrerth. and at
length detected Urn in tbe act of depositing a
large sum of money In a bank in BoffUo. His
action immediately followed, and Butterworth
wis arretted.
This Is the way matters stood when I was
Jbim pnt large packages int
-and I saw him bring ont
cental bags, and set them e
^■toappear before the grand Jury at
Wiltonbnrg. I went there in company srith
Mr. Damon, and aecarcd lodgings at the Sabine
house. It was a small inn, well and comforta
bly kept, and frequented by patrons of molar-
ate meins. There were two public houses of
more fashionable pretentions in the place.
It waa on tho afternoon of Monday, the 14th
day of February, that I took quarters at tbe
Sabine house, and after tea I requested the land
lord to bnlld a fire in my room, which bo did;
and he also famished me with a good lamp. Ie
was eight o’clock, and I sat at the tsble engaged
in reading, when some one rapped at my door
I said, “Como in.” and a young man named La
ban Shaw, entered, bringing his carpet bag in
hlsband. ThisShaw I kail known very wcllaan
clerk of Gabriel Butterworth, bnt I had novor
been intimate with him from tho fact that I
had never liked him. Ho must have seen the
ook of diapleasure upon my face, for he quick
ly said:
"Ftrdon me, Mr. W’atson, I don't moan to in
trude. I have come down to be present at the
examination tomorrow—summoned by Butter*
worth’s man, of coarse—and I got hero too late
to get a room with a stove in it; and, worse
slili, I must take a room with another bod in
it, and with a stranger for company. And so,
may I just warm my fingers and toes by yonr
fire, and leave my carpet bag under your bod?”
He langbed when ha spoke of the carpet bag;
bat yet he did not know what sort of faculty
bis stranger room-mate might have for gettlog
up and walking off in the night.
alluding to tho business which had brought tho
pair of us to Wiltouburg. His conversation
area pleasant, and I really came to llko the fal
low; and I thought of myself that I had been
” * against him without cause. At
I had been in bed bnt a little while, when
another rap upon tho door disturbed me; and to
my demand of what was wanted I received an
swer from Laban Shaw. He .bade mo not to
light a lamp. He had only come for hia night
gown. Ho could got it in the dark/ I arose
and unlocked my door, and hia apologies were
many and earnest. He always slept, in winter,
in a flannel night gown, ana he had thought
lessly left it in his carpet bag. He was sorry,
very sorry. He hsd thought to try to sleep
without it rather than disturb me; bnthlsroom
was cold, and
1 cut him abort, and told him there was no
tho fire was all right, I offered
to light a match for him, bnt ho odd ho had got
his dress, and all eras right. He then went out,
and I closed end locked the door after him, and
then got back into back.
Bntlwasnottosloop. I had boon very sleepy
when Shaw disturbed me; butan entirely differ-
ent feeling possessed me now. First came a
nervous twitching in my limbs, a “crawly”
feeling, as some express it; that sensation
which induces gaping sad yawning, but which
no amount of yawning could now subduo. By-
aud-byo a sense cf nightmare stole upon mo;
anil, though, perfectly awake, a sonso us of im
pending danger possessed mo. At loogfii in un
ccmfortablo did i bccomo in my recumbout po
sition. that 1 arose and lighted my lamp, re-
rolled to replenish my fire, and dress myself,
and tee if I could read away my nervous fit.
that
do for my slti
opera, my
Inch lay u
attention was
ends. 1 brought tho lamp, and took a more
careful surrey. The string was a fine silken
trout-line, new and strong, one end of which
disappeared beneath the bed, and the other be*
ncath the door. In my then present condition
I was suspicious of evil, and my senses were
painfhllykeen. liaising the hangtngedgeof
the coverlet I looked under the bed. The ear*
pet bag which Laban Shaw had left there, part
ly open, with the silken line leadlng'out from
it. what could it mean? Had the man acci
dently carried the end of tbe line away with hia
night-dress without noticing it? 1 drew the
bag out from beneath the bed, and as I hold its
Jaws apart 1 saw, within, a donblo-bareiod
trlggcrj! And 1 saw that tbe mozzlo of tbe
pistol barrels were Inserted into the end of an
oblong box, or case, of galvanized iron. And I
comprehended, too," ”
that string might I
and, therefore, that
>, that a very slight pall upon
htvo discharged the pistol,
ta man onteldo of my door
might have done that thing.
For a little time my hands trembled so that I
dared net touch the infernal contrivance; but
aa carefully aa possible, I eased down tho ham!
mere of tbe pistol, after which I drew it from
the Iron case. I had just done this when I
heard a slop in tho hall outaido my door. Quick
aa thought I sprang np, and turned tho kev,
and throw tho door open; and before me, re
vealed, by tho light of my lamp, eteod Laban
Shaw. Ho was frightened when he eaw me,
and trembled like an aapen. I wae stronger
than he at any time, and now he wasachildin
my hands. I grasped him by the collar, and
dragged him into my room; and I pointed the
doubto-btrretod pistol at his breast; and I told
him 1 would shoot him aa 1 would shoot a dog
if he gave me occasion.
He we■ abject and terrified. Like a whipped
car he crawled at my feet, and begged for
rcy. Hie master had hired him to do it with
promise of great reward. It had transpired
hat my testimony before the Jury would be
conclusive of Buttcrworth’sgnut, and Butter-
worth bad taken this means to get rid of mo.
In bis great terror, the poor accomplice made
a full confession; and when be had told all, I
released my grasp. He begged that I would
let him go; bat I dared not—my duty would
not allow it. I tang the bell, and in time the
hostler, who slept in the office, answered my
summon*. I sent him for an oBcer, and at
length had the satisfaction of seeing my pris
oner ted safely array.
On the following day tho carpet bag ml
taken before the grand jnry, and the iron case
examined by an experienced chemist assisted
by an eld armorer from tho arsenal. It wu
found to contain a fulminate of mercury, mixed
with bits of iron; andit wiatheopinion of both
the chemist and the armorer that tbe power of
the terrific explosive agent, had it been t»-
nlttd, si it waa placed, beneath my bed, would
not only have been sufficient to blow me to
atoms, bat that it would also have literally
stripped end shivered to fragments ail of the
house above it.
And a single poll of that silken string would
have been sufficient to this horrible end! And
bnt for my nervous waking—my incubus of
foreboding—the destroyer would have come;
the fatal cord would hare been touched; the
mine sprung; end I should here bees launched
into eternity as nnon the lightning's bolt!
And so Gabriel Butterworth did not procure
tbe destruction of my testimony, but, through
that testimony, the grand Jury found cause
for indictment of fir graver character than
had at lint been anticipated: and of those
graver charges he sraa convicted. Beth Damon
received bade the foU sum he bed entrusted to
the false man’s cere, end shortly eftenrard I
entered Into bejtnsaa srith him: end today
Seth Damon and I are partners. Laban Shaw
came oat from prison end went to Idaho. I
have not heard of him since. Gabriel Batter-
worth did net lire to lem eat his fall term of
A COSTA BICAN MYSTERY.
By Wallace 1*. Bead.
For The Constitution.
“Yea,” said the padre, “there, ere ancient
ruins in Coats Rica, and they are as interesting
as those in Yncatsn.”
We were on a hunting expedition in tbe In
terior, and after losing our way in the Costa
Btcan mountains, wo had fortunately stumbled
upon tho padre in tho littlo hamlet of San Bias.
Our heat reminded.us of tho Jolly old Spanish
friars in tho story books. He was a round,
dampy, fit and oily follow, with a perpetual
grin on hia face and a merry twinkle in hie
bcad-llke black eyes.
The padre liked Americans, and as there
were only half a dozen of ns, ho Insisted that
we should spend a day or two with him. It
waa while wo were resting under his hospi
table roof that the snbjeot of pre-hlitoric ruins
came np.
The padre's remark abont the ancient rnins
in Coats Bica was drawn ont by my warm
tribute to the old civilization of Yucatan.
“You find nothing in onr country,” said the
padre discontentedly, “because you do not
look for it. What do yon Ameri
cana know of Costa Bios? You land
at a seaport, and perhaps tako a ran of twenty
miles inland. The row of a Jaguar drives yon
back. Our big serpent# frighten you. Some-
times you get lost, and then yon harry back to
tbe coast. No, you know nothing cor '
the mysteries of this womietfol land.”
Wo aamitto d onr fgnonneo, and begged tho
genial priest to enlighten ns.
“I cannot tell you much,” said tbe padre. “It
would tako a lifetime to unlock the aoorete of
thcce mountain.guarded valleys. Whenoo
came onr white Indiana? They ha'
gold, blno eyes and Air faces. _ _
of yonr hunters fired into a clump of
I came onr white Indiana? Theyhavo locks of
os. Not.long agon
I party of yonr hunters fired into a clump of
bushes where they heard a noise, and on going
to tbe spot they fonnd tho doad body of tho
most beautiful woman tha^^ra
with the life-blood flowing ■■■■■■■■
breast as white as snow. She waa attired
inaavago costume, but she was aa fair as any
of your American belles. Qan you explain it?,’
"Feasibly these white Indians are the del
cendsnts cf an old civilized nee,” I suggested,
‘ It may be so,” was tho reply. "Tho rnins
of temples, fortresses, pilaoes, SLd tombs scat
tered over the country show that ages ago
these wilds were inhabited by a snperior peo
ple. Why, Senon, there is the tombola
queen within tut arrow’s flight of this spot.” |
“Lead ns to it!’’several of ns shouted.
The old man smiled at ouronthnalasm.
"1 will not only lead yon to It, bat you shall I
have tho prlvllego of opening it-”
Car friend was as good as his word. Calling
several of tbe Indian and half-breed villagers,
he fhrnlshed thorn and tho members of our
party with spades, pickaxes and hammers.
Id half an hoar's timo wo stood in a shady
valley itoking uneasily at a large struoturo of
white and black granite built Into the hillside.
"How do you know it is the lunibuf u-juoon ‘
I sited.
Ths radio directed my attention tisomo
hierogfypbirs on tho faco of tho tomb.
"I can read those, if you cannot,” ho ex
plained. T commenced studying the strange |
characters on three ruins be Mm
and they sro as cleir to mo
of yonr college professors. A queen Is burlod
here, and this has been herrcstingplacofora
thousandortwo thousand years. Qulenssho?”
L “Let us get to work,” urged one of tho party.
■With a dozen hammen and axes flying in
the air it did not take long to shatter and tear
away tho outer wall. Thors wae a little vesti
bule paved with maibio, and then an inner
[wall of marble. Inafewmlnntw wo tore down |
»ia partition.
"Go ini’’ said tho
“Excuso me,’ .
low from New Orleans,
i the padre.
replied Daplessts, a young fel-
Orleans, who hod boon foremost
in the work, “Ido not covet tho post of honor.”
“It la too infernally dark in there,” remark-
cd another,
The Indiana and halfbreeds retired some
distance off, and refined to return.
“Honor,” said the’ padre with a mocking
smile!
There ires nothing to be afraid of. The other
men clustered iround me, and lighting a pine
knot we boldly advanced.
The ruddy glare of the torch threw ftsfiick-
ei ing nya into a little oblong stone cell.
“It is empty!” exclaimed Daplenls, who wu
looking over toy shoulder.
"Whit is that dark heap on the floor?” I
Tt'iswhatwe uek,”wu the padre's an
swer.
Did the dark heap stir? Wu it instinct with
ife and motion?
A shudder ran through the entire crowd
and wo looked at each other srith white faces.
We lit another torch, end then there flashed
upon our awe-struck virion a grueeomo tight
that will never bo forgotten while any of us
live.
Tbe dark and shapeless lump wu moving.
It slowly arenmed a sitting posture, and then,
icrdfUl heavens! The awfol Thing faced ns!
Not a man of os ottered a word. We stood
stock still like dumb stature.
Itwu a woman. Sho turned her awarthy
face full upon us, and tbe glitter of the torch
light danced in her eyre.
The woman sru clad in a flowing robe of
some dark aheeny stuff srith threads of gold
tanning through It, and her braided black hair
sparkled with dazsling stones.
It sru a strange, weird face. It looked
young, and yet the shadow of age darkened it.
On the qneen’o breast hung from e tiny
chain around her neck a glistening object that
lookedMIke a charm or talisman of some sort
How long wo srould have stood there I can
not tell. Bnt a rude interruption startled ns
all. A rough sailor who stood by my side wu
t jo first to recover from
I he
the general paralysis,
nght his eye, and be
nts object he made n
queen’s talisman cam . .
lore anyone could dlvino hia object he made
rash and tore it from bn neck.
The wildest end meet unearthly srall ever
heard by mortal ears filled the tomb and rang
ont through the quiet valley. Even the padre
fell back and In n dazed wzy shielded his eyes
srith one bind.
The queen srzi no longer firing os. When
■ave utterance to that groan of agony
appearance sru the same ihspeless heap that
wc hid imb it Bnt.
"Come, tenor,” said the padre, "we'mnit>ee
what this means.”
We took n step forsrard and threw the
torchlight upon the reenmhent figure. My
sailor companion came to oar relief. He.Uftea
■be queen's hands and dropped them.
“Heavy u lssd, and jut u cold,” he ex-
limed.
He tnrned the prostrate figure over.
Wu it human? The flue presented n mom
my-like appearance, end the features seemed
to he melting into each other. The hair had
lost Ita glees, and the golden threads in the
srriran’i robe looked like tided tlasel.
“It seems to me,” whispered the sailor, "that
she kicked the bocket the minute I snatched
her charm. I my, Oapen, do yen think the
Wtf t witch?'’
Before I could reply my attention wasdi.
vettfd In another direction.
"Bon tor yenr Uveal”
It <M the padre who had shentod tUe want
ing, and he sru Just in time. Tho Walls ol
the tomb, were caving in, nnd
we had bsrely succeeded In rushing through
the veatlbnie and into tho open air, whon
whole structure fell, burled under many tons of
earth from the kUlsido.
“Who wu she?” I ukedthe obi rrlcst, as
we walked back to tho village.
“Onion Sabo.”
“Was sho really alive ? ”
“QuiouSsbo?”
And that sru ail tho good padre could bo
persuaded to say.
TOLD UY A BEA CAPTAIN.
Dasiee, Ga., March 3.—[Special.—Three
Jolly countenanced men sat up in the Firemen’s
hall the other evening enveloped in a dense
cloud of fragrant smoko. Tliclr appcaranco in
dicated that they were sea captains. “Here la
to sold long syne,” mid ono, “and may the
devU take low freights and adverse winds.”
The toast sru dnnk enthusiastically. “Speak-
of sold long syne,” rejoined another, "reminds
me of an tarentnre in my Ufa that for romance
and sadness is hard to boat.” The sroathor.
beaten countenance assumed a sad expression,
and a slight tremor became noticeable In tho
sneaker's voice. “I sru yonng, then,” he con
tinued, “» regular happy-goTncky daradovU,
twenty-four ycere of age, and In command of
aa pretty and fut a craft as ever skimmed the
AUantlc, ‘Soeakummeron,’ (the sea skimmer)
of Avendal, Norway. Well, u tote would have
it, an oh! Norwegian captain Invited mo aboard
of hia vessel, white lying In Oporto. Itwu
bore I met tho fairy for tho preservation of
whore liio I afterwards reckless!y risked mine.
It is only duo to her, though, to aay that if
ever human frame were endowed srith hoavonly
qualities, this young daughter of a typical
old teedeg could bout of thorn. I not only
fell deiperatcly in love with this tolr maiden
but became perfectly oblivious to everything
else. When with her I imagined tho very at-
moepberewu impregnated with a hallowed
sweetness—when away from her tho world
teetntd duk and dreary. For two weeks the
' Sccaknmmeren'’ hid been ready for sea. bnt
despite determined efforts to overcome my In-
ft fustian, I could not leave tho place whore
the still lingered. Sho held me bound in fet
ters, which, though invisible, were stranger
then the stoutest of iron, Day after day my
conscience occasionally upbraided my weak
ness, but only a moment after I hugged the
chain that kopt me a prisoner. At l
craft containing my treasure left the harbor.
“Socakuffimeren” soon followed init, and
with tho Impatience of a prancing steed she
teemed anxious to ptm the vessel I loved so
well to follow. I gavo orders to shorten utl
and for dayslmanagcd ths“Socskummoren’a"
speed eo as to remain beside'hor. Wo bad
arranged a cede of signals and long after
tboeunhndsunk In tho west or boforolthad
commenced to pnrplo tho eastern sky I stood
on tho Sorakumnicrcn's deck gazing at her.
At last duringa equally night wo lost sight of
her. I scoured the ocean ill all directions but
fruitless! j Thrco solid weeks had passed and
not u glim, c obtained of tbo otbor vessel,
Ouo day when off tbo Bahamas we got into one
oftlioraoit violent northers I had over experi
enced. With all her staunchness anil soa-
worthy qualities even tho Socekummereu tor
cd badly. A storm of ten hours duration hsd
stirred tho waters np terribly. Tbo atmos
phere wu hszy, and itwu impossible tosoo
anything at more than about COO yards dis
tance. Judge, then, of my snrpriso whon sud
denly a green painted hoik, mastioss and nn-
navigable, mado its appearanoe on tho seono.
With ono hand I hold the spyglass and with
thoother I grasped the rigging. On discover
ing tho allnation all feu tor the safety of my.
self, crew and vessel vanished. On the quar
ter deck clinging to the railing I saw tho ono
who was dearer to me than anything on earth,
and a tow feet distant, u it seemed, in s:i
premo desperation, stood her aged, silvery.
Mtofcred father. I Immediately gavo orders
BILL ARP.
HE WANDERS OUT INTO MISSISS
IPPI.
Tho Lingering Memorx or Bern* neantlful Towns—
entering Out tbe DuekiHUl Boom-Longing
Bros Toward Ooorals-Oouod Down
Into tbe Bvarctedoe-Eto., Eto.
I wish that I had at much time aud apace u
I have Inclination to record some pleasant
memories of the Mississippi towns that I have
Halted. Henry Grady ntod to head a column
with “The Man About Town," but ovory town
has more than ono man who goes about and
abont and gathers news and knowledge and
dispenses it to willing listeners, and especially
to strangers. It always does mo good to play
* Sir Oracle,” and toll a good part of what
know to those who visit mo. Everybody loves
a good listener, an attentive andience of even
one, and so when I am abroad I try to ahow
that courtesy to others that I love to have
shown to me at home. ' When e man la listen,
ing to another be should manlfcat an interest
—an Intereat akin to that of which the poet
speak*:
It does not became a stranger to do all the
talking. I sat down by an aged man yester
day—a very aged man—and it did me good to
answer hia cuncst questions about old Georgia.
Hems vorydeaf, and I bad to get close to
hia ear and talk load, very load, bnt
did not get wearied, for it wu inch
boon to him. I have often 'thonght
that we were not as considerate u
we should be of the pleasure of thoso who
cannot hear. They are so conscious of their
misfortune and so timidly relnclant to Impose
themselves upon others that I am drawn to
them and give them u much timo u I can
spore. A little talk goes a long ways with
one who la deaf. He Is grateful, and hs enjoys
It and goes away pondering in hie mind what
you have told him. Even tho soand of yonr
voice Is treasured by him. Deaf man are
almost universally honest and aineere, and
t are kind and generous,
ell, this old man, whoso namo iiFuilllovo,
sis horn and raised in old Oglethorpe, and
838. He asked abont the Lamp.
left there in 1838.
would
launch the largest boat and fonr
brave-hearted young lalton gen.
eronsly volunteered to accompany me on
my dangerous minion. A few minutes after
and we could only ace' the Socsknmmeren
when gimrtUneooily on tho creite of aome
gigantic wave*. By dint of a superhuman do-
emlnation to save her life I succeeded in get-
1 ing her from tbe wreck into my host. How,
: 1 bnt indistinctly remember. I recollect, how-
ever, on returning that when a huge waro
dashed onr frail boat against tbe Bocskum-
meren 1 managed, with her in one arm. to
iptho rigging aud remain on board white
poor talion round a watery grave. After
being sate on board tbe Bocskommeren her
first query wan “Where la my fathsrt” While
gazing around vacantly her eye canght the
green painted, atorm-toond wreck and her
aged father still cliaging to it A scream u
load u a storm bird's came from her, she freed
herself from my grasp and plunged overboard.
In a moment I bad a lino around my waist and
dunged after her. I waehaoied aboard again,
iruised, battered and insensible. The ocean
holds my first end only love.”
Firing the Biggest Gun In the World.
From tbe Fall Mall Uaretle.
The first three proof rounds of ths powerful
new gun supplied by the Elswlck works for her
majesty's barbette ship Benbow were fired yester
day, IFcbruaiy 10, at tbe butts at Woolwich arsenal,
tbe result so far going to show that thlals tbo finest
specimen of artillery yet produced In this or any
other country. Among tbe "Woolwich Infants’’
ft is Ilk* the famous Queen Eiiubetb'z bronze gun
In Dover Cutle among the old carronadsa. In
length It Is 024 inches, or nearly 44 feet The In-
ner tube Is ot solid Steele tbroughoutatrengthened
by Jackets of comparatively tbln steel boops. Tbe
length of the bore Is iti’/i Inches, or about thirty
calibres, and the rifling, which consists of a multi
tude of small shallow grooves, extends far 3*7.3
Inches, or abont 33 fleet Tbe dlaineter of the bore
la I«X Inches. The diameter of the'powder chtm-
ber Is a trifle over 31 leches, end lu capacity 38.010
cubic inches. Tbotwlstoftb* rifling commences
with one In 130 calibres, and increases to ono Into
calibres. Tbe gun U mounted on a fin* cast steel
buck, which weighs O', tons, end on the proof
rounds yesterday It ran np the Incline from about
CO to 70 feet
Tho first rouM was fired with 000 pounds
of Westphalian powder, and a cylindrical
projectile weighing 1,100 pounds. Tbo velocity,
attained was LOT. feet per soo
ond, giving an energy to ths projectile or abont
30,840 foot tone for tho penetration or armor. Tbo
ecoud round wu with a shot of llko weight and
700 pounds of the eame powder, being the largest
charge u yet fired in England. Tbe velocity at*
Uincdwu 1,843 feet per second, tbe cnergyac-
quired betel about 4.1,100 foot tons. The third
round wu With a similar projectlloof 1,800 pounds,
and a powdir charge of SCO pounds
Tbo velocity attained wu 2,007 foot per oeeood,
the energy moe to soma 60,000 faot tons. The prat-
turn of the tares within tbs chamber of ths gan
st the time of the powderdlscbarge were nine tons
with the 000 pound charge, twelve tons with 700
poundt and fifteen toos with the 800 pound
charges. The recoil of the goo In the last round
wu controlled by the hydraulic buffers within
lonr feet sir Inches The inner tube or the gun
wu in perfect condition at the termination of the
day’s firing. It to expected that when the next
date of proof firing ta determined, powder charges
of too pounds, K0 pounds, 035 pounds end M0
pounds will be used with projectiles of 1,800
pounds weight in the latter can an energy oo
the projectile cr tt.T/0 foot tons msy be expected
le he developed, capable of penetrating snoot of
mots than three feet Ln thicksets
Stephens nnd many others, and as I
step to rest he would look st me and smile, as
ho uld, “Tell on—don’t stop; talk some more;
a littlo more. I love to hearsboutold Georgia.”
Ho used to visit aronnd Stone Mountain whon
lie waa young, and its grandeur la still vivid
in hia menu ry, for ho said, “You know, we
havo got no mountains in MimlssippL"
That is so, nnd I am sorry, I wish there
[wore rime mountains hero. A young
■told. - use the other.-day. Shat
ho would rather see a molintuin than a circus.
Tlie first imprcsrlou is always tho strongest. I
have scon mountains that pierced tho clouds,
nnd llko l'ollon and Om. wore piled upon osch
other as far as tbs wondering eye could reach,
but my first Hsion at that old Stono mountain,
when I neared its base and itmlnid my yonth
fill goze upward, Is the most lasting and tho
I most Gestured of all. Welt, I reckon there la
another reason why! love to think about tho
Stone mountain. There need to be a tower ud
there—a lofty tower—and the olonds used to
I come down some tlmos and hover aronnd Its
top. The lint time I over mounted Its spiral
I stalls my sweetheart wu with me. Went to*
getherln that dlsaybaleony and gazsd upon
tho beantitol expanse of nature in her summer
[garments. It sru a fitting time and a fitting
f nlacc to love and Unger and to mito, and u I
looked into ber soft, haul eyes, it seemed to
[metbatl wu a littlo nearer heaven than lever
wu before. Ths sweet raptor* of that hoar ii
I In my memory now, end whenever It is recall
ed It cornea over my aonl “like tbe iweet sooth
wind that breathe* upon a bank of
violets.” Where is the fonntaln
of perpetual youth? Not hero—not hor*.
Tbo mountain's top Is grand and charming for
a little while, but It Is bluk, and cold, and
dasgeronf. Onr ufeat refuge and happiest
retreat to doom among the' humble flowers that
blossom at its base.
1 am now circulating aronnd the Duck Hill
boom. I read the daily telegrams In the New
Orluna ud
Hundreds nro
hut, unlike tho bees, they do not
but wut to take soma away.
hear tho oracles of the nattering towns abuse I
Duck llill. Onssald to me at Durant: “Why,
II is all a fraud and a swindle. I weuldint
give five hundred dollars for tho wholedogond
town. It’a a disgnoo to Mississippi to hire a
S a£«1 of bommera to come round hero sod
■ccc* onr unsophisticated people out of thoir
[money."
I Another man laid to me at Valden: “Why,
there wu half a dozen schemers made np the I
gnat people—yon have got more “git ip and
git” than uy of onr poopio. Why you have
flooded our state with yonr newspapers
Atlanta CoxrmtrrioE is all
this country. By the
The
over this country. By tho way,
BUI, whydidn’tyoa wear them striped breeche*
ud that boll-crowned hat that the Bunny
South hu rot III that picture when you are
tiltin' on that fence, and why didn’t you bring
the fenco along? We all wanted te tee you
just that way. Yon don’t look nateral—in fact
yon don’t look u much llko a farmer as you de
a preacher with thorn fine store clothes on.”
Well, I am through srith Mississippi for a
awhile, A telegram calls mo down to Florida
for e tesson, and I most hurry down and say
howdy and give a klu all around and go. I
have acme good hooka to read on tho way-
home made books that every southerner should
ho proud of Captain Emmet Rou, of Osnton,
is aa tender a poet u ho eras a bravo soldier.
Ho is a man like Henry Timrod than any poet
I have read, and hia “Bock that Baby Won!’
hu gone Into the classics. It is ths best
thing to read and cry over that I know ot I
mot him end could not help bnt
love him. Then I havo tho poems of W.W.
Iloeklns, of Lexington, which are toll of gome
of the first water. If Boa ud Hoskins had
lived north, they wonld have ranked with
Goo. P. Morris and Longfellow. Then them
Is Yahoo, by Him Bailie B. Morgan—another
delightful Mississippi srritor. We need not gD
north to find good literature, eithor in prose or
ln poetry. Onr southern laud Is toll of anthora
who are pnro in hrart and pure in English.
Bill Aar.
ARMOUR’S NEW BUSINESS.
ng there like bees toahlve;
, they do not bring honsy,
y. It Isamnslng to
whole thing, ud they sent to Birmingham
and employed a lint-class liar ud he sends off
hia telegrams to the papers every night ud
runs onr young mu crazy. The Louisiana
lottery sint half u big a swindle aa Duck Hill.”
Another said; "They have robbed this town
already ont of a thousand dollars. Our yoang
mu slip off up there ud that ;wtont liar goto
hold of him and (iezos his pile ud ahosn him
where tho fifty thousand dollar hotel la to be
built and whan tho Iron toraaoe is located aed
the rolling mill ud the stool srorksand the
grand opera honae and all that sort of thing,
(at picks out a lot confidentially that hi hu
kept bid away for a friud and lets him have It
aa a gnat favor ud tells him to my nothing
abut it Then they will and off a telegram
saying that tbe Dock Hill property ‘hu bun
withdrawn from.the market,’Just like It sru
too precious to sell. Doxon cm, they ought to
bo prosecuted for obtaining money under false
pretenses. I heard a man uy at Hardls that
one single furnace srould clou np ell the iron
at Hack Hill in two weeks.
But Duck Hill keeps on booming neverthe-
|eu. IMhe boom tares into a boomerang and
comes round and hits a falter on the back it
don’t get Into tka papers; for he feels too much
ubamed to tell on himself. It Is like the
Louisiana lottery—the few prizes are published
bnt the thousands of unfortunate once art kept
silent.
Three reed people here teens* their Georgia
natwrs of being cUnnlab, and they any “why
don't yon go long hack to Georgia end be
dene with It; you ell get round Bill Arp like be
eras * Catholic priest who sru going to take
you all loheaven.” Batthay are not mom clan
nish than I found the Miuuaippians In Texas.
nl tor anybody te lev* tke
youth. Itu the yonng mu
generally who emigrate, and a* they grow
older and aa* hard times they think all the
more of their rosy childhood. “I am from
Warren, good old Warren,” or I tm from Wal
ton, or Henry, or Coweta. Mad them from
everywhere. ’ *
Leveret'"
ftpily i
‘Hceaetimes I wish I was hack there sgain.
Well, this ia e good cooatry, pretty good, but
I would like to fish in Chattahoochee once more
before I die. I know the beet holes In every
creek, and It seems to me I coaid catch'em
spin,” One nun mid yon Georgians are a
Dozen Large Cotton Bead Mills to I>*
Erected In the South.
Hgalvestor, Tex., March 1.—P. D. Armour
and hia party havo arrived boro on their
southern tonr. Mr. Armonr was interviewed
srith reference to a report that he and his aeeo-
c.latre were abont to bnlld throughout tho senth
a dozen or more large cotton seed oil mill*.
Mr. Armour freely corroborated this repork
and gave rtuons for hit engaging In a new en
terprise eo widely different from tho basinets
in which his fame and tortnno were acquired.
Mr. Annour stated that the use of cotton toed
oil in the mannfactnresof lard and hog products
bad grown to inch an extent in late years that
his establishments alone consumed one-fifth of
the total cotton oil product of tho United States;
henco cotton seed oil was an Important Horn to
hie firm. Tho American Cotton Oil Trust
company, a gigantic corporation, modeled
somewhat after the Standard Oil oompany,
by a system of consolidation had acquired
control of abont all tho cotton oil mills In the
country, and virtually monopolized tho article,
regulating its output and fixing tho price.
Upon purely arbitrary grounds, rocontly, ex
plained Mr. Armonr, the Trust company be
came a direct competitor of bis firm by tho
purchase of tho largo roflnory ond packing
house of N. K. Fairbanks A Co., and the cslnh-
iishment of Washington Butcher's Sons. “As
cooil,” said Mr. Armour, "oo the Trust company
entered my field aa arlard •producer, I resolved
to mako myself independent of them, in tho
matter of cotton oil. and tills could only ho
acccmplishcd by erecting oil mills at available
points throughout tbo south.” Tho now oil
company will orgsnizo early next week,
■ ilcsgo. Mr. Armour will bo
bo
non and associates. Tho capital stock '
abont (10,000,000, every dollar of which will
represent actual property. Mr. Armonr wm
emphatic in hie declaration that no watering
of stocks wonld be tolerated. Ho stated that
his firm would hold a controlling Interact, and
that all stockholders would be consumers of
tho oil product. In fact. It is the intention of
tho new company to sell oil to stockholders
only. Mr. Armour’s association la a glgantie
undertaking, and comprises all leading
soap mannfactnren In the United Htutor,
Including J. H. Kirk & Co., Chicago. Twolva
of tho largest cotton oil mills lu tho world will
bo erected immediately and equipped lu timo
to grind the seed of the growing cotton plant.
As to tbe location of these great mills. Hr, Ar
mour said that four dtisa had thus far boon
determined upon, namely: Memphis, Atlanta,
New Orleans and Houston, Texas. The other
eight cIUm had been eeleetod, bnt some details
mutt be perfected before announcing their
definite location. It la believed that Texas
will capture three of tbe new mills, Arkansas
' ro, snd Alabama and Mlttlr ’ ’ ’
I’BiLADELrrniA, March
morrow will my:
The formation of the opposition company ID
the American Cotton Oil Trial to one of tbe boldest
moves of lie Usd that hia been known tor a long
lime. The corporation will be organised In thin
oily tbltwecz, probably today or tomorrow. Its
president will be Henry C. Botcher, of Washing
ton catcher Hons, snd lu capital stock will b«
Ilf,000.000. Besides Mr Butcher and Ids rhlladel-
r rtenry. or uoweu. inna them from
where. "IIow an yon getting along Ur.
jett," mid L “sinceyon left old Troop?”
r tolerable,” he said, srith a sad secant
Oliver Brothers, of Charlotte, N. C. The promo
ters of tbs enterprise Indignantly deny that It to n
stock Jobbing movement and assert that stock has
already been subscribed and to beingeagsrly sought
i
Whore Flattery Didn’t Work.
From tbe Boston Record.
Ills name was Duff?—Michael Duffy.
He awoke one morning laallweek from' a deep
dream of beer. As he was a superstitious man, he
felt called upon to rise,pat on his clothes snd sally
out si directed In hta dream.
His vision would hare been easily fulfilled, hat
when he searched his pockets to find his pent*
be found bo had no coin of tho realm. Now, 111;
chael's credit was a long-lost remembrancer
Ruining over tbe Hit or hto supply agents, h«*
could think or no one who bad not struck. Attest
bsbetbouiotblmseiroftbewtfa of a dog-fancier
who kept a variegated bar at the North End.
doing to the door with hope wluged fact, ho saw
te bis delight that the dog-hader was out snd hia
wife, Mrs. Murphy, wu behind the bar with achftd
la her anna
-Ah, good moreln', Mrs Murphy; It’s an lliegant
day we have, Intlrely.” ....
••Right jr* are, Mr. I»8)r; H'a a fine mpmln’, la-
dldf."
••An’ what a swats place y# have here, Mrs. Mur
phy: y* tape It ax clan* as a parlor, y* do.”
"Ah, well, Mr. Dolly, I do what I can, but th«
children make a mess ol it, thsy da”
“Ah, what a child ye have there, Mrs. Murphys
the eyes of Mm go through me completely. Oek.
the pritly little dajvll-hc's the Image of Dennis,
that he to!”
“An’ Dennto himself—there’s a nice man tor ye’zs
a fine provider, I’ll he bound, Mrr. Wurphy-an’ ha
takes care of tbe family, Mrs. Morphy I”
"Yk Mr.lDofly, Dennta to a fine man, as you say
—an’he give* me money regular every Baturdey
*”*1thooghtso, V* Murphy-end It’s right bo u;
Mrs. Murphy, in' ha thinks Mghly of T*. avcourse,
an' wall he might, for it's* wetotreserred woman
ye are, Mre. Murphy. Ah, ye’ve been a beauty I*
Ttr day, an’ there's more than wan hoy that known
It to hia east, Mrs. Murphy—an’ couldn’t ye give
me e drink o' beer, Mrs. Morphy t”
“Nall cannot, Mr. Dully—an’ Dennis told rnn
to turnjye out U ye came far It, and to call the pec-
Icct,"
■■Mrs Morphy, It’s in old fug ye are, an’ Denote
*‘“ri’x*yS2sfc“'ftSJ
the Rica tell ull the tsj lin ghtnMr took »L
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