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I VOL. XVIII. ATLANTA. GA.. TUESDAY MORNING APRIL 12, 1887 PRICE FIVE CENTS DO YOU WANT $100? W« rail attention to our plan for distributing a boa fall of presents to our friends, describe)) Dn the last column of page six of this week's tone. We want ever; subscriber to share in these presents. The plan is simple. Yon send ns a now sub scriber. Yonr name is at once written on a tag Hd put In onr box of presents. On May 1 the box is shaken and the tags mixed np, and a Comml* tee draws out a tag. The name on that tag gets the $100 present. The second tag the |50—srd so on till all the presents are taken. Of coerce every pera.m who sends a subscriber Will not get » pruent, but every one will SAVE an equal CHANCE. The lady who sends one subscriber ms; get the $100. Somebody BUbfjv will. Why r.ct you? Rctnombcr your i. sao goes iu oiice for every subscriber you r» d, end once for your own subscription. For fi y o subscribers at $100 each, by adding ' $1”C,: ou get a watch and chain. For ten sub* Bcribcrs at $1.00 etch, and at one timo, a watch „ and chain freo. In each case yonr name gooa In our present box for overy namo yon sond. Now wo urge every subscriber to be repro- tented in our present box, and to send in the Makes fa ELY so as to ft void tho rush at the END op Apbil. There is not one of our 03,000 Subscribers who cannot get ono subscriber— that ouo subscriber nmy get you $100. The box is closed April 30 promptly. No names Will go into the box except these sont in during the month of April. This is (ho lent chance to get a present as tcc cannot afford to give aivag another box of pres- ents after April. Our Story Corner SUNSHINE. A TALE OF LOVE AND WAR. By Montgomery U. Folsom For the Constitution. On tho topmost crest of a hill whoio bale la bounded by fertile valleys and sparkling (treams, standi a lordly oak, whoso sheltering xrma.aro scarred and broken by the tempest of many winters. Hoary with ago, this grand old monarch of the forest bear. In its ragged bosom the accrete of a hundred gcnoratli * “^(taASVjJylHmea the land long-irtW heel of tbo Spaniard wno ftwowtstf tho fortunes of Do Soto’s mailed legions had pressed tho vir- gin sod, Here the battle scarred chieftain summoned h!a wisomen nnd warriors to council, his throne tho most-covered bank at tho foot of tho great oak, his canopy its sheltering arms, through the interlacing of which bright stars peored curiously, and tho maiden moon shot a silver arrow through tho long dim allies of tho woodland hard by, Could you but dJurct tho stern heart of that old oak you might find tho tally marks of tho bold joung warrior who boastfully marked the number or enemies he hul slain by chipping on the rough berk of tho council tree. Oh! tho sights and rcenes that that old tree bas witnessed! Scenes of joy and se mes of angubb! The ecatacii s of love and tho h >rrnrs of war. The twilight of barbarism and tho Sunburst of civilization. How passing s .rangp that inanimate though living creatures should bold iu their policies and silent bosoms the loreiaud the mystery of ages, whilo to miii,the most intelligent, tbo t&lo of ’ but a legend and a tradition. But to my story. The rails of glistening Btcel bear heavily on tho turf that now on Irclee the old oak, and it is duo to tho agency of that embodiment of modorn pro* gms, the railway engb e, that I had the pleas* lire of an hour under tho quiet shade of that great oak which has so out lived all its com* peers, that It gluaaa name totbo country about It ‘‘Bound Oak,” it is known on railway guides and postal maps throughout tho lcDgth and breadth of tbo Continent. From the west of this ridge, gazing south* ward, you ean see the outlines of tho hill wfiero ancient 8unshine stood, a cottago in tho wildcrnM* a shining light at the gato of the sea that opens on the haven of overl&sting rest. It is of Sunshine that my story is most con* corned, and the rocky faced farmer of forty. Who rat beside me at Round Oak tbat duy,shall Roll tbo story here as he told it to me. “Long before' I was bora,” said be, “the hardy pioneers, more bonoitty and fervenUr pious than their posterity, came together and decided to build a church. It was soon decided to build it on tho slops of that hill, which was accessible to the entire neighborhood,and they went into tho woods and began fesblonlnz tho timbers with thoir toil-worn hands, and by and by the work was done. "The name Wts'singnlarly appropriate, for never was tbereaspot where the sunlight fell in Biller splendor than that green slope a* I kuo w It years ago. “I was bom and bred in this community, ani I wore my first pair of diminutive breeches on a big daj when I toddled along by tho side of my good old mother on my way to ‘big mootin’ at Sunshine.” "My father was known as ‘Thorne, tho over seer.’ Yee, he was only an overseer. He had been a schoolmaster, but finding tho position of ovciseerona*big plantation moro remuner ative than tbat of autocrat of tbo schoolroom, lie abandoned tha school and exchanged the ilickr xy for the cowhide. ‘‘Mr. Moreland,a very aristocratic old planter with the usual accompaniment of aquiline noee and clean-shaven double chin, was the great man of my childhood days, and a portion of that awe and veneration clung to me when, In the dawn ofay manhood, I begin to realize that I loved bladaughtcr, Frances Moreland— as Poe beautiftally puts it— With a love that is more than love, far more than tbo old affectionate regard I had Jborae for my dear little playmate. ‘‘I can forgive the old man for.his bitter ihatred of myself when I remember that she was the only child he had, the one little ewe lamb that he had nursed so tenderly from a jfrfgile infancy to a blooming womanhood. "The old bourn used to stand oat yonder, you can are the old codar l that grew near the piazza yet There is *1 of earth to mark **" he bad steadily grown crustier and more childish. *‘Ah 1 mo. Sweet was our wooing, for she used to dress herself neet and trim, and walk down tho shaded Une and there at tho turn of the road where tho great hawthorn troo still stands, I would join her. Then, as tho sun sunk low in tho heavens, the ovorseer’s son and tho planter’s daughter whispered their vows of undying affection. *‘Wo used to walk togothor to and from dear old Sunshine, bat I always jolnod her at tho hawthorne tree, nnd at tho hawthorno tree we parted. None but the old servants knew, and negro servants always took a delight In aiding and abetting the wayward designs of lovor», particularly when on© oftheso lovers happened to ho the petted daughter of the house. All went well nntil Allan JolTroys camo down from tho north to spend tho wiutor. At a ball—a grand affair of somo sort—in Clinton, this jtuvg gentleman met Frances Morel a ad, and became ii.fatuatcd with her winsomo ways and tituple beauty. Instead of applying himself directly to tho girl, he adroitly managed to got tho good will of the old man. and ho was soon a favored vis itor r.t tho boon stead. How I hated that proud, white f«ca with tho silken beard and tho cruel, haughty eyes! He was every inch a gentleman, aud as ho redo beside Frankie down tho road tjwanl Sun shine. I thought that ho lookod oven moro fa tally baudsomo iu the reflected light of her 6uuny presence. She did not lovo him, I doubt if bbo liked him, bnt her father s will was law, and sho bowed to it with an obedi ence teat was faithful and truo. Ono evening in curly spring wo mot bo ncath tho buddfug boughs of the old hawthorn tie© for tho last timo. It was then that 1 told her how much I loved hor, and poured out tho pent-up emotions of my soul in her artless ear. And when I had ceased speaking a ray of sun light fell on her brown hair, aud glorifiod hor blushing faco where tho dawn of a now life met and mingled with tho last beami of a dy ing day. It was just then that t heard a light stop at my back, and turning caught tho baleful glanco of tbo9o cruel ©yes, and with douched teeth I muttered “Jt ffroya!” It is useless to relate tho angry words that followed. That whito fncod aristocrat—how my soul rebelled when he said in his cutting way: “Yovr overseer's son scorns to carry with him a gnat deal of presumption, Miss Moro land. Hoes your father know of this?” That was tho end of it. tiho was sont away to a distant city to 6chool, and I was left to mope about tho farm and dx ni best I could. The old man Moreland ravod and throatonod my father with dismissal uuloss I was repri manded, and he, poor man, mado a virtue of necessity, and 1 received tho reprimand that so wounded his scnco of justico and right iu having to deliver. my rain In tha outlvo bUiinOS3 of life. When the wild tempest of war cam* rolling down upon these peaceful vales aud sun* created hills I was an eager voluntoor. My war rccoxd was that of many thousands. I answered to the rpll call as Carroll Thorne, private, for many months. But when the dark days of the summer of sixty-four east thoir shadows over tho mid-country, I was one of General IveJHon’a men, nnd with him I marchod eagerly forward in pursuit of Sconoman, the nrkltts cavalry leader, whoso trail was so breadiy marked with tho sai jko of burulug houses nod wreck and devastation that it was re t hard to follow. Oil tho night boforo tbo most decisive battlo I was v ith a company of scouts, aud our lino oxteuded near tbo Marolund mansion, where tho happy days of my childhood had boon spent. Hiddcu in a tanrlod plum orchard, near tho end of tholauo, I was watching a email bedy of tbo cuouiy as I lay with gun iu hand ready for actiou. Tho stars were thining aa brightly ‘As when. That night when the love yet unspoken] Leaped up to his Ups, and when low murmured ibut a mound of earth to mark tho site of each tall chimney, and all tho old fashioned lowers--the chrysanthemums that those good women called winter pinks—the blush roses, nnd all the old-time surroundings, have dis- fd, eave that old cedar, and there U a scar on its trunk that was made by a ball. They lived there all alone, the and hie daughter, with the black or companions. The old man was Tciy ezcluMre, and since hit wife had died Wnc pledged to be ever unbroken.’ llut my heart was heavy. I had been so long away that I flattered mysolf I hid up rooted the lovo that was so hopeless. There, outlined against the sky, was tho old hawthorn trio where wo had mot in happier days, and beyond tho great houso loomed up in snllon exclusiveness, too nrond to cast its shadow- strong those of its humbler neighbors. Suddenly I was conscious of tho approa< voices. Then wo caroo up tho road like s ows. conversing in low topes, aud I could juit catch tbo sentence: T tell you, tbo old Tt-b’s got a btnhcl money, sn’ it’s a safe thing. But if wo wait till tomorrow, and undertake to do it openly, pome of ns may got shot, and everybody ’ll know what we’ro up to.’ ‘Nevertheless’—as that volco fell on my ear Again I clenched my teeth and muttered Jell- rcys’ bated namo. It was he. I strained my cars to catch tho balanco of tho scntonco—wo will attack tho place under some pretext, and you help yourself to tho plunder. I only ask as my part tho guardianship of tho girl. Sho turned up her aristocratic southern nose at mo at Greenbrier. I’ll sec Its ho repeats tho ex periment now.’ Ob, how my heart beat! I thought they must have have heard it thumping.|They passed on and beratne a part of tbo ailent night. It was eo easy to have shot him thore, bat no, I would givo him a chance, oponly aud fairly. I recoil ed at tho idea of crushing oven a serpent on that consecrated ground. I crept out of tho orchard and started in search of my comrades. To my surprise I found every post deserted. I was tho only man left. Where was tho command? Tbat was a question that it took me all night to solve. But at the dawn of day I was informol of their whereabouts by a rattling d he Largo of musketry' far away to tho right, near Han* shine. Cautiously I picked my way, rav very heart atlame with anxiety and conflicting emotions. I had lctrued by the frag* ment of conversation. that Frances Moreland —my own Frankie—had not loved tho fellow, ard every time I mentioned that hated namo 1 added a curse by way of emphasis. Ho was goir g to rob and perhaps murder that defense- Jisaold man, and then~ob, horrid thought! Htd ho not uttered a tinier threat? I know him too well by that cold white face of Ha to hope for mercy. When I reached the coanini It as failing back and trying to execute a coun ter movement, bat the scouts and guards were at fault. They wire not familiar with tho country, and the fight wai a sort of ‘fox and gcoee’ game ia which the players showed equal skill. Hurriedly I informed tho officer in command of the -couta of tho contemplated rebury, and with a dozen men I was soon marching at a double quick toward the Moreland plant ition. Wo reached the littlo stream that tlowed through the skirt of woodland, and htlted. The sun was by this tune declining in the western heavens, and we were feint and athirst. Eagerly the men bent dowa to driak of the dear, cool water; bat I drank not. I had not tasted ford tbat day, and as the weary boon dragged on I felt 1 should die of impv Just as we started to cautiously forward wo etarlted by the discharge of a single gun, fob lowed by a volley and shriek of a woman, faint and afar, borno on the wings of tho sul try air. Wo waited to hear no moro. ‘To tho rescue!’ I cried, aud away they went, charging out of tho woods and up to the house, and it was on fire! Ere we got in reach of them tho band ruffians were dying in fall retreat. I cannot describe the pitiful scene that presented itself whin I reached tho yard. There beneath that old cedar tree the old man was lying at full length, an old fashioned ride grasped in his rigid right hand, and tho life blood ebbing from half a dozen cruel wounds in his body. Bond ing ovor him, and supporting his groy hood was his dat seemed too . . _ w ‘‘I want to forgivel”—tho pallid lips were murmuring low, and aho bent still lower to catch tlio last faint whispor—‘Carrol” I heard tho namo for I was by her side, his head fall buck. ‘Tell him,’ but tho last words rattled in his throat, aud tlio proud old inun was gono. Tenderly, wo carried him into a negro cabin, nnd we bad just composed his stiffening form when tho walls of tho old houiottoad foil in with a crash, aud at the same timo wu Hoard the tramp of cavalry. tho confederate troops, attracted by the burning building, and with a glitter her bln© eyrs I have never seen bofi 'ore, and hii expression of determination oil hor pulo faco, Fiancee Moreland went out to welcome than. With littlo apparent emotion sho told tho story. Hho hud shown no fcoliug, oxospt a mere acknowledgement, when she recognized mo. “ They took us by surprise,’ sho s rid calmly, almost indifferently. ‘Thoy know our coudi- tion perfectly, Thoy tried to enter tho houso, and my father barred tho way. Thoy laughod at him, and advanced, when he raised tho gun to bis dim aud almost sightless eyes and flrod. Their leader was struck, and onrAgid thoy find and killed him.’ Novcr a tremor in that icy voico, which seemed congoalod with an guish. ‘Lucky for mo that ho shot tho loader, for 1 knew by tho evil look in hi3 whito faco that robbery was not tho only object. It took them bnt a fow minutes to plitndor tho houso, nnd then, out of wanton fiendishness, thoy sot it on flro. They saw there men cotniug and fled, currying with them thoir wounded loads That lender Is Allan Jeffreys. If you noed guido I will conduct you, for I know ovory nook ana cranny oftbeso hills and valloys, aud my father shall bo avenged!’ "Oh, tbo was queenly then,In bor auger aud grfof! Sho was queenlier still whoa mounted cn a fiery horse she redo off at tho head of tho column like tho goddess of war. By many windings and turnings sho brought us, and I, feeling do senso of fittiguo, thirst nor hunger, kept close to hor and lived over again tho ^•Vur tliargovraMerri flo when, after march! ng several hours la tho gray of tha moraine, wo reached tho vantage ground, and camo down like a thunderbolt. From tbo foot of this very oak. Round otk, whoro tho throo roads moot, to the spring at Wayside, beyond Sunshine, tho battlo ebbed and llowod. ‘You know tho scquolftfor tho battlo of Snn< sbiuo is a part of hhtory. Stoneman surren dered, with tho oxesption of a regiment of Kontuckians who flea in a body and fiaally escaped. “That n>orninf£I captured a prisoner. Tho very man of all men whom I would hsvo pro- death on bis cold, whito faco. It w<is Allan J< iff * ys, and to my summons to surrender ho simply replied: ‘I have dolivered my sword to a superior officer, and I am spared tho humilia tion of turrindcriag to an overseer’s son.’ ‘Soho rememberedue. As ho finishodspoak- ...j ho closed his eyes and I could porcoivo the ai-hcn pallor of death on his smooth, whito brow. Suddenly ho opened his oyos, and with a look of tenor be cried: Lchvo mo! for God’s sake—’ and thou his head fell forward and ho was dead. Turning, I beheld the pulo features and glittoriug of Frances Moreland. Sho had riddon i tho field, and dismounting camo directly to where tho proud-hearted captain was dying. As our eyes met, I saw a chango pass ovor her features, and sprang forward just in timo to eavo her from falling. Sho had borno up bravely until sho saw this man, tho murdoror of her father, and her persecutor a corpso at her feet, aud then her womanhood assorted itself. By tho help of a com rad o I carried her to tho old church, nnd there I sat by hor and sooth- rd her, whilo sho gave way to tho griof that had hitherto nerved hor hoart to lead tho army to victory. “Tho victors and vanquished marchod on to Macon, hut I obtained lcavo of absonco, and there, in front of that old rough pulpit, wo were married tbreo days after. Then I took her to my mother’s houso and left her, while I returned to my commtnd. When Sherman came ho burnod tho dear old chnrch and It was novor rebuilt, but tho ground where it stood is holy ground to many hearts besides our own. Wo livo in that hcuEe up yonder now, and a pleasant homo it is. We aro outgrowing tho romance of youth, and eons and daughters aro coming up in our places, nnd they are taught to hold in doop veneration tho ground on which their grand fathers Thorno and Moreland Ho buried, tho holy road of Ancient Sunshine.” The Planets In April. Abridged from Providence Journal. Jupiter is morning star until tho 21st, and after that time evening star. Venus Is evening star. Hhe is ro lovely an object In the glowing western twilight that It seems almost like an Injustice to give her the second place on the Apiil record. .^atain Is evening star. Mercury 1* morning star throughout the month. On the 17th this swift traveler among tlio stars readies his greatest western elongation. Mars i* evening sturiuutil the ‘Jftb, and then beomes morning star. Uranus is evening star. Neptune is the evening star. The April moon fulls on tho 8th 0 hour 3'j min utes a. m. It is the (most Important moon of ail the year, for it lx the first full moon after the ver nal equinox, aud;deU*rmiues when Easter shall fall. Faster Sunday in turn Is the pivot on which hang all the movable feasts and fasts of the church Cur satellite, even U she be a dead world, exer cises in this way a powerful Influence on human * flair:. A Neighborly Hoy. Prom the Detroit Free Press. Ue was a bright, talkativo boy of eight or rice, and he rang the door bell of a house on Brush street the other day and asked to see tho lady of the Lccte. He was admitted, and when she came into the parlor be raid : • I belong to the family who Jn«t moved In next dcor.” “Yes.” • we want to be neighborly. Are you coming to call on ma?" -W hy—why, child, I don’t know.” “You'd better come. Thao she ean come over to ice you. :-he's a great woman to talk, and •be’ll show yon the place where she had a felon on hot h«r.d. You want to bo neighborly, don’t your’ “I—I suppew “Well, then. I’ll borrow a hnnk of bntter, amt yon come over and borrow *ur clothe*-bars, ami we’ll »oon he trqualrtted. We ain’t a btt stark tip, evr'n if we barege* a mantel ia the parlor. Weu, goodbj;: The Thirteenth Juror. BY WALLACE I*. BEED. For tho Constitution. Tho trir.1 was ovor at last, and wo wore duly locked np in tho jury room to mako up our verdict. For days and days tho case had dragged along. Jt had takon a long timo to oxamino tho numerous witnesses. Thou tho lawyors had to be heard, aud finally his honor had de livered a chargo of extraordinary longth and proffmdity, I felt relievod wlion I ontcrod tho juryroom with my cloven companions. Surely wo could come to % decision in a few minutes. To my mind evorything was porfectly cloar. Tho defendant, Max Stoinway, was guilty murder. True, no human eyo had soon him commit tho crime, but tho circumstantial ovl- donco was dead against him. I formed an nnfavoiablo opinion of Stoinway frem the first. H© was a foreigner, a little past middle age, strikingly handmmo, but with sinister gleam in his cold gray eyos. Our plain country people did not like Ills ways. Ho novor mingled with hia neighbors, and thore was a haughty, ropcllnnt air about him that olTundod sUangara and all aiifto. Wo rr.ibrr moated tho coming of this man into our old-fashioned community, where ono man wr •. regarded as tho equal of any other mnti, aud where great stress was laid upon neighborly virtues. But wo could not help curedvos. We could not oven mako life pleas ant for poor Mrs Stcinway, and wo foil sure that the unfortunate lady needed tho sympa thy and society of the outsido world. Mrs. Stein way whs palo and thin enough when sho moved into tho gloomy old which her hustand had purchased, but i months parsed on she grow still palor aud thin ner. Sbo never smiled, and it was easy to soo that she stood iu deadly fear of her proud.stora master. Tho Stein ways continued to livo in thoir solitary way. Tho villago was onlyatniio from their place, but tboy did not visit it moro than three or four times a year. Ofcourso proplo talked abont them. Wo wondored who they were, where thoy camo from, aud what ‘ i-y were doing among us. It leaked out thaf dnwaV was a littlo cranky on various scion tific subjects. He spent most of his time study ing chemistry and olcctricity. When we hoard this we gave him up. Scienoe and book lcnrn* irg were rather below par in our bailiwick, and we bad a wholesome dread of crank*. The murder did not surprise pooplo. It erned natural that something horrible should seemed . err nr at the fitelnway cottage* Jeff GilmRr and Lfge Peake caught the mur derer in the very act, although, aa I satd be fore, nobed; twlilrlljjiiflJMiM thoy wsnmtainxallUl. rummer 'nouao arrangement Tn. Stoinway’* aid they board a woman’s cry for holn. Thoy leaped over the fenco, and rushed to tho sp it, but thoy were too late. Mrs. Stein way’s flood tho ground, and horhus his feet with a bloody dag- gor in his ha«d! This made a powerful impression on tho trial. The servants sworo'that tho dagger be longed to Stoinway, and iu fact it boro his name on tho handle. They swore, too, that the husband and wifo lived uuhappUy, and that Bteinway had frcquoutly threatened hii wife. Against all this there was nothin* but tbo prisoner’s statement. Ho denied tho al leged Hi treatmont of his wifo, but said that sbo had shown symptoms of mental dcrango ment for somo time, and ho had boon compell ed to watch hor closely and restrain bor move ment*. On tho evening of tbo tragedy, ho said that ho htaid tho cry iu tho summerhouse, llo lit w there, and to his horror found his wife dead with a dagger plunged to tho hilt iu hrr breast. It was whilo ho was drawing the wo*pirn from tho wound that Gilmer and Brake had < omu upon hia*. Nucb, in substance, was tho story told in tho romtroom, and this wan what wo twelvo mon wore locked up to decido upon. It was after dark when wo entered upon our deliberations. Wo had no candloa aud thoy wore not needed. Through two windows tho moonlight strwmrd into the room, making Jt i:r bright as day, except in the corners aud mound tho edges. “lie is guilty of murder,” spoke up ono of tho jurorh in a brbk, aggitsslvo way. ‘‘There can b© no doubt of It.” '(YrtrtJnJy,” *aid another. ’Of courno,” I chimed in. Why did wo leave the box at all'/” asked tho man next to me. “Our minds wore made up when we heard the evidcnco.” This wu a tolling lick. Conntry jurora bat© . j admit that tho speechos of tho lavryorn and tho judge’s charge aid them in arriving at a conclusion. A general ©horns of volcos exproasod tho it positive belief in the prisoner's guilt. Well,” remarked tho foreman, ‘‘as It Is unanimous, I'll Just knock on tho door and have the court notified that wo havo agreed upon our verdict. No fun In staying horo all * jght, yon know.” • You are too fast”’ said a juror !n on© of the shadowed corners. “The ovidotice is very far from convincing mo that Stoinway is gailty. It only points that way, bnt it loaves a rc ison- abb* doubt, and ft is our duty to discuss all the stimony calmly and fairly.” “I beg your jrnrdon,” replied the foreman disappointedly, “I thought wo had heard from everybody and that we were all of tho tamo mind. We are ready to hear you.” Again the voice from the shadow apoko out. Lotus put away our prejudice,” said the speaker.” “It must be admitted that deep down In onr heart* wo have cherished an unfriendly feeling toward this man. He Is a foreigner. Ho is selfish and proud. Ho dis likes us, and so wo dislike him. Now, that ho is in trouble we fool disposed to believe t^cry- thing that is against him, and nothing that ho savs for hfmielf. It fit rntorel. but is it right?” I took tho floor and protested against such re flections upon our integrity and intelligence. Several others followed mo on tho same lino. IU! ha!” laughed the juror in tho shadow root),but could not see the obstinate juror dis* tivctly enough to make him out. Ilewasstsnd- ding with two or three others. Ours was a new county, formed out of four other coun ties, and several of tho jurors wore strangers to each other nnd to tho majority. This mau who defended tho prisouor so stoutly was evidently ono of tho strange jurors. “Come,” said tho foreman, “wo’lltakoup this matter point by point” Then for three hours there was a battle of tongues. The juror who had first spoken for tho prisoner met ovory quostlon with a ready an swer. As ho spoko we gradually relapsed Into ti'.etico. Iu simple but cloqnent word! ho drew a picture of tho sensitivo, studious for eigner who had sought seclusion In order to carefully watch over his unfortunate wife. He t-kowed us how reasonable it was to sapposft that the poor woman in ono of her demented paroxysms had wandered ont of the house and had stabbed hersolf to tho heart, giving a do* ►pairing agonized cry aa sho realized what sho ln.d dono. What haa boon the attitude of tho jury towards tho grief-stricken husband whoso Ufo was at stake? Only tho worst had boon believed of him. No explanation that would havo been urgod in behalf of ouo of onrnoigh* hors and friends had been suggested in his favor. One by ono wo yielded tothsmagnotlc jnror, and wondered in a shamo-faced way at our willingness a short timo boforo to beliovo in tlio defendant's guilt. It was midnight when wo reached a verdict of not guilty. Fortunately, as It was the last night r.f the tcrip, tho court had romainod In session bearing motions, and was ready to receivo onr verdict. Just as wo started to (Ho out of tho jnry room, old John Jcukius seized mo by the arm and whispered: ‘Thar’s thirteen jurors here!” "Nonsense,” I ropliod. ‘But it’s tho truth. Twelve of us camo In and wero locked up, and now thar's thirteen.” “Hurii!” I said. I was nettled at the old fool's talk, nnd wantod to get through with tho bUbiiiC8S. Tbo verdict surprised tho judge and the bar, hut Bteinway seemed to havo anticipated It. ITo shook bonds all around, and I could not Mp noticing his sinister smile and wicked eyes. ‘ Wo have made a great mhtako,”I mat tered to mysolf, and a Iook©t tho other jurors showed that they wore or* the samo way of thinking. As the discharged jurors went to the rear of the courthouse for their horses, for wo were all impatient to get homo, John Jonkins camd to me again. “You shut me np so, and I got so bothered that wo didn’t report that thirteenth juror.” “Only twelve went Into tho courtroom,” I lapped. v “That’s so, bnt thar wu thirteen In the jury room.” A ‘•I’ll settle this,”- I said. “Here aro the | wtlre hit* We'll mo »h»ttli«y Ju.ow»bo'it I told thorn of Jenkins’s discovery, and all laughed heartily. ‘‘Who mado ns that good talk for fltetn- wajV” asked Jenkins, “Who Jsd off In the burines*? Hid you?” and ho touched ono of the party A negative reply wu glvon, and one after another we all atatrd that wo had no hand or wrt in the work of defending Hteln way in tho nry room. Wo bad boon converted by the Juror iu tho shadow. “Then, that roan who is not here among the twelve,” said old Jenkins, “was the thirteenth A HAUNTED HOUSE. “Patty Cannon’*” Crlmsa-A Black Eyed ScohaatrcM Who Lured Men to Deetb-Tlie Home Where Ber Fool Deeds Were Done—ABcaaooe of One Hundred Yean Ago, ul” o looked at each other utterly dumb* fonnded. •Jty George!” shouted a rough farmer, "old man Jenkins is right. Tho man that did the talking in the Jury room ain’t here!” An awed silence followed. It wu not a ilcasaut mystery to think of at midnight, low could it l»o explained? It never was explained. Wo all knew that somo deviltry was at work among us that night, but wo never got to tho bottom of it. •steinway’s disappearance immediately after tlio trial did not make the matter any plainer to us, but wo wore glad to got rid of him. IlKDItANK AT STKIUUTT**. ‘Don’t deccivoyonrsolves. Imagine ono of us— w*rr foreman, for Instance—In tbo prisoner's place, and you would acquit him at once.” It was a center shot, and it demoralized us. -Well, yw,” I anawrered; “bocause if he told tbat he had found his wifo dead, and had drawn the dagger from hor body, and explained tho alleged ill-treatment, a story supported cnly by the testimony of ignorant negro sor* vantt, by saving tbat ho bad to restrain her oa Recount of her mental condition, I should* be lieve him. became I havo always known him ho truthful and kind hearted.” flood!” exclaimed tho man who was arguing with ns. “Well, my friend, nothing whatever known of the character of this ram Kteln- way. You are to preaomo that he ii a goo l itizen, truthful, humane and all that sort of thing. You must believe three things until the contrary appe»rs. You have no right to think that limply because be shots himself op with hhi scientific books, and shows no interest in yon, that he is bad at heart, and capable of murdoing hie wife.” . . _ r “H»Df It: Who Js that fellow, anyhow?” asked my neighbor, In an Irritated tone. looked into the shadowed part of the From M) Exchange, Many year* ago when tho state of Goorgia wss In IU infancy, one of tho circuit Judge* was Belt Brown. He was a msn of ability and integ rity, but like a guod many lUatlngulshod persons ol the dsy be loved a social kIhsn, and whenever the mt mlcrs of the bar would turu In and help, bo sometimes drank to oxcces. on ono occasion while trawling on eltcuil, be reached tho villago of Day- on, In Dooly county, where the court was to ho •pened the next day, and look quarters with rela* Ivcsofliis wifo, tbat lady accompanying him. A fur supper Judge llrown strolled over to the only tavern In tbo placo, kept by ono Hterrltt, where ho met a number ol his legal friends. A convivial meeting had pasted; drinks froquontly wont und, and *omowbcre about midnight tho honor* do Pela was in a date or ulml quito the reverse that Implied by tho raw, “Sober as a Judge.” When bo war leaving for homo ono or tbs young lawyers, In u spirit of rnlxcblef, slyly psssod somo rpoonk fron the ttimblors into the Judge’s pocket. (ui drcMlng himself next morning, the eccentric official, putting his hand into his pocket, was greatly perplexed In dikcoverlng tbreo or four sil ver spoons. My God, Polly,” *ald ho to his wife, “Jnst look look here! I bo!love I’ve stolen some of Btsrrltt’s rpeons!” “Let’s rco them,” said his wifo. “Yes, sure enough, hero's the veritable initial*' Pray, how did you happen to have them in your pocket?” J think I must have boon drunk when I came home- wasn’t I?” inquired the Jndge. Yc»,” replied the devoted Polly. “You know yourpild^iablt when you get among those lawyers!” “Certainly, 1 ran understand easily enough how all ramc about. That fellow Bterritt keeps the meanest whisky In the stato, but I novcr supposed thst to drink It would mako a man stoat.” The spoons wero duly returned to the landlord, and the judge went aud openedo curt thinking no more of the matter. He vers 1 days ©lapsed, and the buslnes* of tho court was drawing to a ©lore, when ono morning a roi j li looking customer waa arraigned before his 1-ororfor larceny. He plead gnllty, but said In millsntlrn thst he was drunk at the timo he com- minted the offense. “What In the nature of the ©barge against that rr.sr.?” inquired Judge llrown. ■‘. tc alltig money from the till at Sterritt’s tav ern." replied the clerk. "Yes, your honor, I wassojoily drank that things Dot id like they were dancing double shuflles, and v. 11 n I went out doors the ground kept owning up ar.d Mltlrgmcon the head.” •Hint will «o.” repiled tho Judge. “But tell m«-. did you get all the liquor you drankaiBier* ‘ l.vf ry drepof It your honor.” “And to vhu got tipsy on hfci whisky and stole hi* money’. ''That's it exactly; didn't know what I wss Turning to the prosecuting attorney, the worthy The moei-grown coof speaks of age and de cay, and as tho winds sigh and moan around its dilapidated gables they seem to whisper of robberies and murders and every deed of dark- nc«>. It makes ono shudder tn goa upon It andaahe hurries by thmogqm over him an Imsistable Impulse to M||RMk and reassure himself that he is not followed by tho spirit of evil which seems to brood over all Its environment*. He fancies sn he speeds along that ho hears the shrieks of those who have perished within its lonely walls, and fears all the while that somo dire and>wfhl form may stalk forth from its hiding- place andllay its dread hand upon him ere ho can hurry away from this play ground of un quiet spirits. This honso, now moro than a century old, Is pointed ont as having boon the dwelling placo of a cruel and bloodthirsty wo man, known as •ATTY CAN rom Canada, i homo there, togothor with ncr mother and sisters, but with those we havo no concern. 1’osectscd of rather a coarse Rtylo of beauty, with brilliant black eyes, hair as blaok aa the raven’s wing, and checks liko red rosea In Juno, but with harsh and masettiino voice aud tinfeminine manner, sho played tho role of a princess, thinking no doubt that by this means she would bring to hor foot somo gal lant knight, whoso groat wealth might minister to her consuming desire to dress ox- tTavsgantiv, and lead a life of easo and luxury. Her cupidity in this respect was not gratiflod, however, for, failing to realize tbo droam of bir Imagination, sho finally married a very common-pbu-o admirer, and thus became tho notorious “ Patty Cannon ” of this story. This marriago having failed to give hor the wealth she coveted, she fell upon another dan—a cruel and romorioleas cno—to aohiova -ho objoefc of bor dealree, and many are tha storics-Rtill told in that locality of her snarsa and machinations to entrap into her power tho ignorant and unsuspecting blacks from far and ucar, that she might make merchandise of them and live In luxury upon the price of their liberty. , Those of her cantivcs that could notba profitably disposed or were BOASTED A LIVO, and thore who stood in tho way of hor plans were rut hi or sly murdered. other valuables and bary their bodies iu tho vaults of the cellar underlying her dwelling, Uniuspfcling travelers asking sholtor for tho night, unconscious of danger, were mur dered in their beds, and oven tno blood-stain# and© , I think, demanding the . mi. AiwHyi lemenc. of Ui. .in* a nrille pro.. Thai liquor of BterrUt'l, I ha., mm) to know. I, meat, eitou.h to make ft mftt do auT- tuo. dirty. I',ot drunk on It myaelf th. oilier ol.ht fttid Htolft all M'.pooai. If HterrUt will Mil .orb ftfcoaiin.M. .turftm ou,bt Dot to b«r. th. prntMdlnn et .hi, matt. Yon imy releu* tbo ptltoBCf, Hr, Sheriff, upon (bo floor* of tbo building .till lioir wit* non of bor crime,. Tbo hou.o ,1111 ,t*ud, u it wft, built, pftrtly In Ifoiylftnd and Partly In IMairaro, and there aro about tlio varlou, apartment, to thl, day m,ny trace, of ita former occupant, thonpli recently It ba, nndorgono alterations and par ltd into oilier hand,. The exact crowing placo of tlio atroam which •ho forded in going on hor expedition, I, (till remembered and pointed out to all cutioux In. quints. But bow, for n> long, wu thl, qUSSR or I.AIIKNXKH ensblod to continno ber reign of terror? Wss there no svonglng Neinoals to palsy bor onmn- [ mined band at ong dolaied? 1 he foie tic n Is essy. To tbo Ignorant sbo wss not a woman endowed with tha ordinary human attribute,; ,bu waa a spirit of evil, whom mo.omcot, were uncontrolled by any limitation! of tlma ordlatanco. Tbo more In* lielleYed boro to be In lcaguo with a thugs, who .xocuted bor fiendish de cree, end shared tbo ipoll, of bor bloody wor- fare. Tbo band of Justico bnew not whoro to ■trlho, till, emboldened by lifelong ,ncceM0S, Hie took no pain, to ooncoal bor rlllalnloa, but rolled solely upon tbo chan coo of eocape wblo the peculiar location of bor dwelling afforded When proccM for her arreet wu Itaned In ono etata ebo sought refuge in tho other, thus laneglng for a timo to thwart all efforts to ipturo nor. But tbo end drew nasr. Tbo whole community wu bent upon bor doatroo- tlon, sod tbera wu no longer a aingie chauco of eicapc. Hhe wu at lut bunted down end placet in oloeo confinement to await trial for tbo mony outrage! which bad gono so long unpiinUncd. Uereiho did not long remain. To her niATii nv iisb owir hand wao far more to bo deaired than a trial certain to mult In conviction. Fearing that Justloe might ono day overtake hor Is ber career of guilt, it wu ber habit to carry about hor por* son a vial containing polaon. From this aha took the fatal draught which endol ber wretched existence. But evan thia wu not aofllclent to dissipate the fean of many dwellen In tbat secluded neighborhood. In ell inch places, a century ago, gheatst wltcbu and hobgoblins wero dreaded realities. It wss vain to porsnadn B ' folks tbat “Fatty’’ wu no morse wu stIU oils taut, and this set of tlon wu only ous of hsr old trieks to bailie tbs sffoite of these who sought to bold bor in chains. Her power to do sril wss in no way lsaesncd, and ber reappearance about bar old haunts wu something to be daily looked tor. Thu for long yean bor name re mained a spell of power end of might, and mother, well understood that a hint or Fatty's retnrn would strike terror Into tho hearts of children, and In a twinkling bring tha moat refractory urchin to hie eonoes. MABINB DISASTERS. Post Towmceo, B. I., April 7.—Tho hark Eldorado, Captain Humphreys, coal lad an, from this port to Ban Francisco, foundered off Cope Flattery on April 1st, lost, daring s hsavy gob. Tho schooner Fenny Dotard, which hu jut arrived, named two of her scams a; also tha bodfas of two others, which she brought hen. The schooner found the mon luhed to the roof of the after house. Captain Humph- rays wu killed by a heavy soa wuhing him agalut the hotuu jnst before tho bark want down. All hande on board tha bark, except the two sal lore, who were saved by tho Fanny Dotard, wero no donbt lost. The schooner Champion, belonging to tho Neah Bay Indiana, hu boon wrecked out of Net tont. end one of tho crow wu drowned. Bt. Jobks, N. F., April 7.—Tho barkentina Baton, (Tom thte port for Barbados, struck aa Icabarg off Capo ilooylo recently, a ad sank half an hour later. The dlsuter occurred at mid day. In tha collision the Teasel's bow wsv smashed In and aha lUad rapidly. Ti,e crow of eight mon, including tho captain, took to a large boot, which capalswl, aod the nntr. Howard sad two sailors were diewnod, INDISTINCT PRINT