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1 VOL. XIX. ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JUNE 28, 1887. PRICE FIVE CENTS. f\ 0J1O5T SJO!\Y. Vxem the New York Post. The session of tlio court (in one of the “ad joining counties") was over. The judge hod invited the bar to take supper with him at his fine old residence, about five miles from the courthouse village. And a fine supper it was, too; hot rolls, waffles, Sally Lunn, broiled chicken, nutty old ham, tomato salad and no end of other toothsome dainties. “That looks like a ghost," remarked Cole man Chisholm May. “What? Where?" asked Mr. Billups, with * slight start. Mr. Billups was a gcnleman of the neighbor hood, who had supped with tho lawyers, though not ono of them. He was a rosy, plump, amiable little man, whose cheeks re minded ono of those of a ground squirrel when filled with acorns. Ho had, too, a way of fuming quickly upon you his brisk, bright, mapping little brown eyes. I cannot think of «ny other peculiarity worth mentioning about him save his persistent and scornful disbelief hi ghosts. “What? Where?" he snapped, turning to the counsellor. “That little cedar down at tho foot of the lawn; wait for another Hash." “Oh!" said Mr. fillups, settliug himself back in his chair. With that the company fell to telling ghost stories, Mr. Billups protesting; for, he urged, that by such narratives wo helped to rivet the Chains of superstition. “Why, what's tho harm?" askod one of the young ladies. “Who believe in such things? Surely no ono except ” and she nodded in the direction of tho butler’s pantry. “Ido!" sounded solcuiu and sepulchral the voice of Coleman Chisholm May, close by tho car of Billups tho sceptical and tho scornful. “Tho duce you do?—I beg your pardon, ladies," exclaimed Mr. Billups, briskly switch ing himself and his chair a foot farther from the man who could beliovo in such nonsense. “Yes," replied Mr. May, slowly, “tlmo was trhon I was a doubter like yourself. I liavo Veen convinced." “You have seen one, I supposo;and it looked like a cedar bush by sheet lightning!" “No," rumbled tho advocato from tho bot tom of his deep chest, “I have not seen; I havo heard merely. Heard the footstep, not seen the faco!" The rosy-clieeked disbeliever in apparitions switched his chair three inches nearer tho judge; but tho ladies drew thoirs closer to Mr. May; and a delicious shiver chilling their blood, begged him to tell them ^11 about tlds mysterious and invisible ghost. 'Til bot fifty dollars it was a rat," exclaim ed Billups defiantly. “Wait till tho cvidonce is in," rejoined tho contentions counsellor. Tho sky was black, bpt each flash of light ning revealed a vivid plcturo: The straight- cut features of Coleman Chisholm May in their stolid calm; tho pale faces of tho cluster of ladies who leant forward with ported lips, breathing short, ready to scream should a mouse but squeak; ami for background, the bench and bar, half a dozen strong, und Bil lups tho scoffer. “Once upon a time," began Mr. May, “I •pent a mouth or so with some friends in the county of . The gentleman of the house— a bachelor and sheriff of tho county—had his room in an old wiug of the residence, while ills mother and sisters occupied the main builomg. For tlio first week of my visit he was absent. I slept in ono of two beds which Stood in the sheriff's chamber. This was on the ground floor, and next it, the lost room of the wing, was tho kiteheu. A long covered way or hall connected the kitchen with the dining room in tho main building, so that, any one going from the kitchen to tho front of the bouse passed by my room; but in ordor to reach my door, ono had to turn into a second and Shorter hall leading out of the other. In other Words, in passing from the door of tiro kitchen to the door of tho room occupied by me, C u traced the courso of the letter L. dies, do you follow me?" “Yee," they shivered in chill chorus. “The house was closed early, no servant re* jnaining within it. Well, one night—it was as dark as Erebus and as still os death—" “Oo- -oo—oo—" shivered the ladies. “Pooh!" sneered BilJim*. O'l was reading Poe’s •Haven’ in bed. ‘Onco el I think it were a rat. Well, saving Mr. Bit* lap's presence, I don’t see how it could been nothin' o' de kin'. I ain’t 'sputin' but what a rat kin walk iioworful vig'rous when he’s got things all to hisselt, 'bout midnight, and you alayiu’ in yo’ bed aud nfeard to ax him ‘who dat?’ But I ain’t heard you say you heard anything scamper, and tlienvar- mits most iiif'inrully scampers when thoy you a-comin.' “You can stand there and hear the rest of tho story." said Mrs. Judge. “Thank you, mistiss; “I'll stay; but it most done glmrae the creeps already.* “The next night," continued the story toller, the samo thing occurred, contour to my ox- ‘ ' ihallu- On the ........ „ __ I could not help thinking of my*strange visitor. So I sat up,dressed and waited. Sure enough, just as the clock began to strike, I heard tho same bold, heavy step, starting, ns usual, at tho kitchen door. Instantly I took my candle in ono hand ami seized tho doorknob with the other. I waited till the stejts halted, as usual, against my door, when I thrust it violently open, leaping at one bound into the middle of the hall. Finding absolutely nothing, I rushed to the main hall. I heard nothing- saw nothing. All tho doors were locked, all the windows closed. Tho next night I pursued piociscly tho same tactics with precisely tho same result. I made up my mind that I was throwing away my time trying to catch that gliont." “Lor^tnol Mr. May, s’pose^ yon had a’cotcli him ? What could a human do wid one snerrits?' Quito true, Uncle Billy; I never thought of that. Well, ho came every night, and never went away, as far as I could hear. So; instead of trying to catch him, I locked my door so that he might not catch me, and slopt as well as I could. Naturally I did not moution these occurrences to the ladies; but, when the sheriff came home, and he and I were lying lit bed rending, l could keep the secret no longer. I must say, however, that I lmd hard work making up my mind to begin. As I read, I cast my eyes at his stalwart form again and again before I could summon the courage to tell such a 'cock and bull story.’ I hml known him from a boy, and known him to lio a man as totally without imagination as without fear. What would he think of mo ? However—’’ “Lyt," I began. “Ii’ra ?" He Kent on reading and I called to him again. This tirao ho niado a hook marker of his forefinger and fixed his eyes dreamily upon “Lyt," I began, and I was conscious that I colored, “Lyt, did you over imagine that you heard footsteps in this part of the house late at night?” instantly he dropped his hook and rose up in bed, a smile of triumph on ills face. “So, ho has been after you, 1ms ho?" “Do you mean ty say," I began, rising from my pillow. 1 ‘What 1 That confounded thing—" “Stalks up to tho door and then isn’t there when you open itl" “Oli, yon needn't tell me anything aliont him. Ite has been calling on mo for fifteen years, of and on. Sometimes ho goes off for a whole year or „ more, and then no will como every night for a fortnight. And he has paid hkmpects to you, has ua?" and Lyt fell back upo&QDs pillow with a shout of Laughter. “I don't find it amusing*?’ rejoined I. “Why, no, not amusing exactly; but you see I now know that I am not crazy, which I was not so sure of before. That Is why I never told you tho story." “What aro we to do wbon ho comes tonight, if he so favors us?" “You can do what you darned please, but I shall not stir out of tills lied." “Have you ever tried to catch him?" “Have I ever tried ? Why a hundred timos. Do you seo that hole in tho door? Well, ono night when no one was at homo except myself, T unt n li-.1l ttirniurli nUnr lilm. Kn lisn. 1 . *egan to Fouud forth 12—dfrig! ding! ding! I hoard coming from the kitchen door, the steady trump of heavy footsteps." oor. the steady trump oi heavy footsteps.” .“Heavy footsteps! H’m!”squeaked Billups the bold, In rather a slmky treble. Just then a smldcn flash dispersed the pitchy darkness of the porch; and some of the audience, though half-bliudcd, thought they detected on the face of the stolid story-teller the remains of a diabolical grimace, as though the flash had surprised him making faces, lie continued: “Immersed as I was in my room, footsteps in the hall at that hour did not strike me as in- concrous: hut when they came, resounding and shaking tho ohl house, up to my very door, and there stopped." The ladies gave little shrieks; for tho honey suckle rustled under a sudden puff of wind. The valiant Billups laid his hand, in a neigh- 1UG VMiiUU Ulliup WIU U»U»UU| lit H Ul'lgll' borly way, on the sleeve of the judge, for they were intimate. • “I laid my book down and waited. Not a sound! I coughed. Dead silence! Hellow, said I. Not a word! Come in! No response, .Who th if the ladies will pardon the exact reDrodiicthm of my remarks?* “Certainly!" “Thank you. Who the dtice are you? I thundered. The stillneai of the tomb. My naturally irascible temper—we all have our fault*—got the) better of me. I leaj*ed from my tied. I placed ray hand upon the door kuoh. Who's there? I roared. Not a sylla ble. Permit me to observe, ladies, that had I known it was a ghost 1 should not have been angry; but not thinkingcf ghost even, I thrust the* foor rudely opcu, aiming to smash the now* of my discourteous visitor." Mr. May ceased speaking. The ladies held their breath. Billups the lirave laid IiU Land on the shoulders of the judge, for they had married cousins. • Presently, in most sepulchral tones, Mr. May continued; “In tho language of the poet, 'darkness there and nothing more!'" ' Just then a tremendous crash broke the stillness. The butler had stolen U>the window to hear the story. Overcome by bis fears, he bad let fall a tray full of plates and dishes. Billups leaped into the air. “It was a rat." “That is what Hamlet cried; but Polonius Was behind the arras. Do you think it was a tat, Uncle Billy?" The butler, delighted to find that nothing Was broken, came to the window. “Yon ax mo I sent a hall through after him. No use. 1 We talked for some time and then began reading again. I kept glancing at tho clock, however, and when we were within five min utes of midnight I could no longer fix my at tention on my book. At last the clock slowly tolled out the hour. “Well," said Lyt. “I suppose ho don’t like to call on two at a time;" and tho sturdy fol low blow out his caudle and turned over to go to sleep. He had hardly douesowlieii the heavy stop shook the room. I kept silent. Was it my imagination? No: for Lyt wheeled over und faced me witli another smile of tri umph. I leaped from my lied and laid ray hand upon the knob. “Catch him by the ears," said Lyt, “and haul him in. Let’s see what ho looks like!" I leaped into tho hall, an before, and with the samo rrralt. Ladies and gentlemen, that is the end of my little ghost story. It has no denoument; hut that It not my fault; you will havo to blame the ghost for that." After innumerable comments and questions (to all which Mr. May steadily replied that his story was literally true In every particular), cue of tho yoniig ladies asked Uncle Billy what ho thought of it. “Was it a ghost?" “Oh, no, young mistrcRs; dat warn’t no ghost. Billy kin tell you dot, sho! Billy know a ghoee’s capertnenht same as he eat he break fast. Is I ever see a ghost, you ax me? See a gliose? I believe you! Glioses? Why when I used to go to my wife’s house, I don’t mean this Sallv I got now, here on do place, but Mr. Cabell’s Milly, I was scekiu religion in dein days, an’ I 'clar *fo’ do Laud when I us tonight, Mr. May. Were you sorious when you said that tho thing actually occurred? or were you meroly amusing tho ladies? “Serious? why, of courso I was, and what’s more I did see a ghost once though I did not like to say so before them." “Saw a ghost? nonsense! Why, I thought you said you did not believe in such—wlia-wno- wlm-what’s that?" “That’s a screech-owl. What an uncanny voice! I don’t wonder at your shivering." “Me shivering at an owl? its the damp air." “Oh" said May dryly. “I don’t believe in ghosts any more than you do." Ho continued, “If I saw' a thousand of them I should not be lieve in them. As a matter of foot, I have never seen hut one." “Never seen hut one! And that’s one more than any ono else ever saw." “By tho way, Billups, this ought not tolbo a had night for ghosts ;a flush and thou darkness. When the flash comes you know where they are; and instantly afterward yon havo no idea what they may bo un to. It was lust such a night, at any rate, that I saw my gnost. I had been on a courting expedition and just as I was riding past a small opening in the woods, in which stood tho chimney of what bad been yoars ago a happy home, perhaps, a flash came and I saw boforo me, in the middle of the road —well, as you don’t believe in ’em, you may call it anything you pleaso—butit was tall and white and waved its arms." “It was a negro going to hls’wife's house and taking off his hat to you." “Precisely wlmt I thought. But my lione was of a different opinion. It was pitch dark after the flash, but though I spurred him aud lashed him he (lid nothing hut back and snort and tremble. Presently there came another flash and tliero it was still, slowly advancing and sawing its arms! 1 demanded its namo, I fiercely ordered it out of tlio road, while my liorso plunged and quivered In every nerve. Do you know, I think that horses often imagine that they see ghosts?" May had no sooner uttered these words than j Billups’s horse, swerving to the right, plunged violently forward, closely followed by May’s. Billups could not explain tills freak and May although ho might havo shed some light on tho matter, neglected to do no. The toe of his right foot thrust violently into tho flank of Billups mettlesome charger, and held there, had some thing to do with it, no doubt. "what’s tho matter with these darnod CAPTAIN FRECKLE-FACE. “I can’t im-nt-ni-inagiito," chattered Billups. It was grbwiug very damp. “Tell me the rest of tho story." “Well, at last I dismounted, tied my horse, grasped my stout whip handle and advanced cautiously, awaiting a flash. When ono came tho confounded thing stood facing me not throe S ards off. It was noshing Its teeth. I could ear them simp distinctly." “Ugh! how chill tho air is! Wha-wha-wha- what did you do?" “I let drive at him, of course, with tho butt of my whip. It went through him as though ho were mere mist. Another flash camo a sec ond later. It had vanished, t fell in a dead swoon. I awoke an hour later, and, mounting my homo, rode madly to tho liousoof my inam orata. I fell heavily against tho door in anoth er swoon. Tho family rusliod out. After a while I recovered ana told my story. Next morning tho fair young girl, whom I idolize* I frozo mo with her chill disdain—sho that had Innn snrtiilas I have raroly smiled since, y Isn’t that tho gravqyard, just ahead ?" . “ Y-y-y-yos. It Is a comfort that neither of i bcllevos In spirits?" “No," said May anthorativeiy, “tliero aro no such things. Even If they exist, they aro per fectly harmless. Bee what a disadvantage my ghost lmd mo at. I lay in a swoon for an hour, completely at his mercy, and what harm did he do ine ? Of courso it would not become a poor finite bolng like Coleman Chisholm Mav tosa; tliero are no ghosts: hut rest assured that n tliero aro such things thoy are harmless. What’s that? Was that a screech owl ?" “1 didn’t hoar anything. What was it like ?" “I must havo been mistaken," said May. “It waa tho wind moaning among the graveyard shrubbery. In fact, I am suro it was nothing." At tho samo time May’s liorso, u rapid walker, began to forgo ahead of Billups’s. “All right," said fillups; “f‘ ruin; wo had hotter hurry rum; wo iiuu uvuw nurijr wil. Alld I say, Mojy, sujjyoso^ou stop at my Iiouao tonight? “Did you hear anthing then?" Inquired May. 'No? I can’t imngine what lias gotten into mo tonight. Let’s push on," and he struck off in a cantor. Billups kept Ills kneo glued to that of the lawyer. Tho thunder began to roll niul tlio rain to pour. “Do you notice anything?" asked May, “Vo; what do vou mean ?" “No; what do you mean? “Something breathing on my neck!" “It is becausoof our rapid pace." “But it is on the back of my neck. Ugh!" 'It must be your imagination." T daro say. There It is again: ugh! ugh!" By a singular coincidence Billups’s horse «le road, de glioses was as thick as h’yaron a dog’s providence, seein’ as how I had to pa** by dist graveyard every Bat’day night. J^or’ me. vniiiiv wlint v'nll Imtirlilii' ’ 1 k11 Jut as I was a hayin’ I nober wants to see glioses no thicker than they used to skip an’ Jutdey neber make no noise, wbatsoev... Dat's a gliose. It steps llghter’n a feather. But dis thing what couics projectin', along o’ Mr. May, I know what it was, jess ax well! But I unit callin’ no names, Billy aint!" Billy adhered to his resolution of naming no names, while contriving to indicate pretty * clearly an eminent, though unsavory, theolo„. cal personage. He asserted that he had seen him many times during the period his “seek- in’ ;’’ that they had it, in fact, “nip and tuck," often aud often, down the road that nkirts the graveyard above mentioned. One peculiarity that he was willing to take his Bible oath to tion were blue in color ami rrmuply He always rode a white how, too, and as he scurried after a sinner, had a trick of brandish ing his tall like a devouring lion; distancing the king of beasts in this; that tail flashed like •*■» ktrciik o’ lishtiiiu 1 ’’ uml at times cracked streak o’ lightuin' like a whin. Under all the circumstances I hold tlmt it would not he the fair-minded thing to sneer at Billy for his resignation under tho providential dispensation which relieved hint from the ne cessity of traveling this road every Saturday night. Bheumatiz has Its compensation*., u*i.«. * • * ’ *' reader with the foci „ tion (together with a ruinous, disused church) lay about one mile from the Judge's. Three miles further was the country seat of our reak- 1cm and skeptical friend Billups. Ono mile further wa* the court house >ii]ago, for which Mr. May now ordered life horse. It had been Billups's intention to defer his departure to a later hour, but finding May im- plnuged v iolently forward just at this Juncture. May pushed on to overtake him, and down the road they dashed at a tearing gallop. A negro man,standing for shelter under a broad,spread ing oak,heard tho mad clatter of approachiug hoofs. Such a pace was nothing to wonder at on such n night, but what surprised him was that, as they passed him, a vivid flesh of light- uitignhoweu that tlio horseman who wasslight- __ with his slouch hat. The figure of the man In front was bowed over the pummel of his saddle, while the countenance of the man with the hat wore a grin of diabolical joy. Down tho road tho two riders thundered, without a word, for a nillo. At last May said: “Thank heaven, the infernal thing has stopped breathing on my neck!" “But it is after mo!" roared the doubter. “It is nothing hut imagination," shouted May to his companion, now ten yards in ad vonce. At this dbtanco apart they rattled on for a quarter of a mile. The breathing* had censed, and Billups was beginning to slacken May frozi his pace, when a cry from May froze his blood: “Unhand me, fleud!" yelled the advocate, in a voice that wrangles at the bar alone can give; and with a few mighty bounds hL* liorso was almost abreast of that of the skeptic. “Un hand me!” he cried again. Why I cannot say, but Billups did not ask him toexplain the cause of this singular outcry. He contented himself with ramming the spurs into the flanks of his foaming stead. Presently a Hash came, and any belated wav- * ► farer standing by the road might have seen 1 most rider descending with a snap upon tho neck of him in front. “As though two icicles bit you," is the way Billups speaks of the occur rence to this day. It would be a mockery to describe what oc curred afterward us a “conversation" between these two gentlemen. Lightning, thunder, the roar of hoofs, torrents of rain pouring down, torrents of mud bounding Into the air and at last a catastrophe. Tho maddened horses had reached a little brook somewhat swollen by tho rain. May’* animal cleared it at one brave bound, but there was trouble of some sort with Billujw in the pitchy dark. A confused murmur of snorting* and pawing* and grunting* struck uj»on J car, and he reined in hi* horse. A flash the horse was heard galloping'' up the road. May fished out hi* friend and dragged him movable in his resolve to set out in defiance of a probable soaking, he rcckloxily ordered his hone. Biding alone at night was such a bore. z story that you gars aah ‘Thank heaven, they won’t «ross running water,” said he to the wretched scomer of su pernatural thing*. And every now and then, as she bounded through a neighboring wood, there came buck from the terrified sow an indignant "Boo! boo!" in protest against such unheard-tf and unwarranted proceedings J. B. W. By WALLACE P. HERD. For the Qmatitutiou. When a company of federal troopers dashed into Sunny South one fino spring morning the villagers thought that the world was coming to an end. Sunny South was a small place, but It had produced a general and a full crop of colonels. It had also sent tho Sunny 8outh Avongers to tho front, and it was generally understood in the village that these gallant sons of thunder weru slowly but surely exterminating Grant’s a any. “They will never get Sunny South," the Tillage statesmen said, ns thoy sat around the courthouse fighting tho battles of the war over **g»iu. "It to naturally the most iinprcgnablo point in north Alabama. With a few dozen brave fellows we can defend theso mountain passes against an ar^f," But just when nouoay was expecting it, and at a time when the main body of tho federal army was sixty miles away, Captain Knight with some fifty or sixty cavalrymen caught the little town napping, and took possession with out firing a gun. Tho invaders beliaved themselves fairly well, being restrained by their captain, a good look ing young fellow, who threatened to shoot tho first man who insulted a woman or looted a house. “I hate It, and I won’t walk under it! I’ll die first l" Tho captain looked out of the window of* tlio offlee ho had taken tor his headquarters, and broke into a hearty laugh. “Take care, Captain Freckle-Face," ho •houted, “or I’ll put you under arrest." Tho little girl looked back a moment with a determined snap of her big, black eyes, and then with tho step of a tragedy queen sho de liberately took tho middle of the street and Walked around tho obnoxious flag in front of Captain Knight’s ofllco. She was a diminutive thing, a mero child of perhaps not more than a dozen summon, and there was nothing remarkable about hor, ex cept her black eyes, and her freckles, of which sho had a good share. Tlio taunting remark of the young offleor did not pass unnoticed. "Yes, I hato it, and I hate you too!" said t]iO littlo confederate as sho faced hor enemy. Then sho skurried round the comer, flushed with wrath, wiping away the hot lean as sho caroor," answored Mrs. Knight, “but you nover told me about the raid on,6imny South." “Nor did you tell me that yon lived there." “Oh, we woro simply refugees. Wo re turned to New Orleans as soon as the war was Coptain Knight laughed heartily as lie took Ills wife by tho hand. “When we met again," he said, “yott had doveloped Into womanhood, and it was not strange that I hod no recollection of yonr face. But I cannot think than ten years changed mo boyond recognition. Tho faco of your old enemy could not have impressed you much." “I looked at nothing but Ills hatefnl uni form," was the spirited response. “Well, well," groaned tho captain, “It scorns that Captain Freckle-Face lias gobbled me up again. I might have known that sho would get me at last. Blio said {fiat morning at 8unny South that sho hated me.” “As this is a historic incidont," said Mrs. Knight, “let us get at tho truth of history. This time you capturod Captain Frccklc-Faco, and your prisoner no longer hates yon, nor doos sho hato this faded old ting," and she laid her hand caressingly upon the banner. Tho series of slight explosions that followed, so far from resembling tho fusillade at 8nnny South on tho occasion of Knight’s capture, im pressed tho listening loungers on tho hotel piazza as a sort of impromptu jubilee over a reunited country. When the two walkod out together Captain Frecklo-Fnco showed all the swelling triumph of a victorious general. It was easy to see who was in command. GUITEAU’S HEAD. “Dat’s Preacher Jones’s littlo gal, an’ you done rando hor pow’ful mad," sold a negro who was feasting Ills eyes on tho old flag. “A spiteful littlo piece," remarked Knight, turning to a brother officer, “but a truo con federate. No wonder those people are so hard to conquer, when even tholr women and chil dren hato us so." . wiiuei hour later Parson Jones’*, daughter I Worth, of a little grove back of her father’s * jftSfi id started off in a mad gallop through the hills. “I’ll show him what Captain Frockle-Face can dol" she said. “Won’t I, Beauty?" Beauty evidently sympathized with his mis tress, for lio gave a triumphant snort and flew along with tho speed of tho wind. It was a long ride, and not without its dnn- gers, but Cuptaln Frccklo-Faco had nerved herself for any emergency. “They woro cowards!" sho shouted indig nantly, “to let Sunny South be taken without a fight." bravo littlo Captain Freckle-Face! Sho was unjust to the old men uml boys who constitu ted the malo imputation of Bunny South, but sho was too mad just thou to have a very clour view of the situation. That night such a sudden uproar filled the streets of tho town that tho women dived pre cipitately under their bed*, and the colored In habitants fled to the wood*. The wild rush of Forrest’s cavulry through the streets, tho clatter of sabres aud tho rattlo of firearm* made the rudely awakened sleepers think that a great battle was in progress. It was a complete surprise, and notwith standing the promiscuous shooting, not a llfo was lost. The confederates captured Captain Knight and the last ono of hi* command. “Atul to think that Captain Freckle-Faco did it all!" cxftlaiincd Knight ruefully, as ho wo* marched off under guard with hi* com pany the next morning. lie hud hoard tho story of the gallant ride of the parson’s daughter. Forrest’s inen were squmling her praises, and laughing at the pris oners for being outwitted *ml overreached by a child. Happy littlo Captain Freckle-Face! That was a red-letter day with her. Forrost’a bronzed soldiers saluted her os a heroine and Sunny South was proud of her. What in the mischief aro you doing with this flag?" Cuptafn Knight held tho faded banner up before IiU wife, and looked completely mys tified. Give It to me," said tho little woman, has tily, “I wouldn’t lose it for anything. You do not know how I prize It." Urn!" said the captain. “It reminds me of war times." Yes," was the answer, “it i* a souvenir of tho war. That is why I keep it." All right, my dear, I am glad to seo that you are getting over your old confederate prej udices enough to value the old flag." ‘Let mo tell yon oil aliont It,” said Mrs. Knight Impetuously. “For a short time dur ing tho war wo lived in tho little town of Snn- ny South, among the mountains of Alabama. The place was captured by a party of federal raiders. In my childish rage I refused to pass under the flag, and tho commander of the blue Jacket* laughed at me and ridiculed me. Do you know what I did? I rode on horse back twenty miles to tho nearest confederate post, and led a force of Forrest’s cavalry back to Sunny South, whentwe made jirisonersof the entire federal garrison.' “Blessmy soul!" “It Is true," continued the lady snfmatedfy, 'and when one of the confederates tore down the stars and stripe* ho gave tho flag to me, saying that I deserved it for my heroism. I have kept it ever since." Captain Knight was apparently suffocating. “I’ll be hanged If it isn't Captain Frecklc- Face!" he blurted out. That is just what tho federal officer called ,” aahl Mrs. Knight, “aud that was what made me so mad. But how——” So this Is the same littlo girl that gobbled me up at Sunuy South, U it?" roared the cap tain. “Well, this is a pretty discovery to make now, isn’t it?" I thought I knew all about your war Suspended In a Glass Case, Ik Will no Put In Service a* a Star Museum Attraction. New York, J ’no ID.—Professor E. M. Worth, nephow of General Worth, says that tho head of Charlos J. Guiteau, tho assassin of President Garfield, which was alwayssupposod to havo been buried trader the floor of hi* pris on in Washington, 1* in this city. Tliero is nothing repulsive in tho sight. Guiteau’s face boars no marks of suffering, and simply looks as though ho were asleep. The head will prob ably bo exhibited soon, either in this city or nt Coney Island. Tho manner in which it enme into tho hands of the present possessor is remarkable, and will probably prove a revolu tion t» tho government officials at Washington. Before Gultoau’s execution tho bids for ownership of tho coming cadaver were occa sionally flattering to tho assassin’s vanity; but after hi* fdeling* clionged to ono of horror that his body was to bo liawkod around or dissected, and ho made every provision to defoatany such plans. Ho finally ordered Ills remains to bo placed nt tho disposition of Ilev. Dr. Hicks, ns ho feared to trust even his own relatives. Dr. Hicks did all that ho possibly could, but in splto of his efforts the body was dlsaocted and Gultoau’s bones aro now on oxhibltlon in tho Army Medical mususm at Washington, while Ids head is in possession of Professor Worth. > After the execution Dr. IUcks yielded to tho desire of tho government for an autopsy of tho brain, and ho subsequently, as ho thought, saw tho body lowered into tho grave which had ho on dug within tho jail. Ho saw a coffin buried, but it contained no human remain*. Professor Worth says that he first heard of tho oxistonco of Gultcou’* head two yearn ago. He received a letter signed with a fictitious name, Informing him of the fact, and offering to dlHcloso its location. It took him some tiino to gain the confldcnco of tho writer and learn where the head ws* concealed. Ho finally found tho hoad Hooting In alcohol, contained in a glass jar, in tho cellar of ono of tho finest residence* of Washington. It was In a perfect state, except that the nose was Kliglitly flattened. The circular jar also magnified tho head and distorted tho foaturoi. ZEKE’S BEAR HUNT. A Man, a Large Grizzly and a Rattlesnake AT THE BOTTOM OF A PROSPECT HOLE, A Bnnl.r In ■ Yrrj Uncomfortable Fositlou* Unt He Come. Out of the dole With Old Bruin*. Heat. Cauuit*, Cal., June 20.—One-eyed Zek*. who hunt, for k living around Owen lako and along Owen river over In Inyn, camo In yoiter- ~ ” * . Spnla. day to be doctored for a .pralnod ankle, tng that aukla saved hit life on thl< last trip. Zeko ha. a scheme nt hi. own for killing grip. tiles that is yery effective if a man baa neva enough to work it and his gun doesn’t miss fine. Ho carries a heavy double-barreled shotgun und n f 4-euHUro revolver, hut nover lug. a riffs even when he goes after bean. When lio sights a gristly he pops at lilm with tlio revolver and gots him mad, standing In the open where tho bear can see hint, and shooting oiten enough to dispel any poealbla doubts In till bear's noddls about the annoyance. Inut grimly will go his own way usually It not rrered with, hut If Insulted with pistol sliotx he Is pretty certain to mako a disturbanco of the peaco. Tho exasperated bear snaps vicious ly at tho ploco where tlio pistol ball strikes hint., concludes that Zeko is responsible for ths troublo and goes for him. Zeko waits calmly right up to him, and when almost in buggine distance, rise* on his bind legs to throw himself nponZeico. Then Zeko turns loose hoi li bar rels at the bear’s chest, and blows a hole as big as two lists nearly through him. Tho heavy chargest such (dote range araasliea the grizzly's Interior worka In a deplorable manner, and na dies right away. It Is far more cffcctlvo than an eipresa rifle hnllet. lint it requires nerva to face n big, ugly boar anil rrsorvo Are nntlf lie is within half a dozen foot of the gtin. Zeko mot a bear in tho mountains near Owaa lake and played Ills customary game, hut not with complete sueeeaa. By somo extraordinary bad luck, both cartrldgea In Ills gun had defeo* live primers, and when he pulled tho trlggen ho wav very mueli pained and disappointed by the absence of the usual loud re)H,rt. It was a critical moment for Zeko. It took him the tliuiiMiudlli part of a second to grasp tlio situa tion and spring dosperat ly to the right. An other small fraction of a second was consumed In Ills unexpecctod descent to tho bottom of an old prospect ltolo that waa ovorgrown with brush and escaped Ills notice. Probably that la tho only prospect holo In that part of tho Blerra Novrulo, and It must hsvo wen dug by somo half-crocked foriy- nlncr like Marshall, who prospected alttbowny from Yuma to tho Colamula. Zeko vows it waa jar made, largo enough to hold tho Molds woro made, and tho lending glass man ufacturers attempted to muko tho jar, but without success. In overy case tho Jars broke os they cooled. At lost a sectional rasa was made by Professor Worth lilnualf, anil In this tho head of tho assassin Is snsimndcd. Ths glass case rests upon a bronze pedestal, to that the top of the head Is Just at the same height as when Onltcau stood upright. Professor Worth’s llfo has been spent In tlmring a collection of curiosities, and ho S altering a collection ox curiosities, and no us gradually gathered np ovory relic of Gut- tean possessing a public Intercut. Bald tho gentleman who law tlio head a tiny or two ago: "■Tito stitches made by tlio nhyalclana in re storing tho sculp to Ita original poaltlon aro as neat as tlio most skillful cinbroldory. Tliero was tiio yellowish furrow, showing the pressure of tho repo, extending throo-nuurtors nrnnnd VIIU n,|W, VSICIIMIIIS Ml tho nock. It showed that tlio knot had slipped ‘ at tho .and uuoccountaldo dlaaj of tho man with tho gun surprised VI Vim ill.sit nun utu guu nui|tuv:u and ho had thrown himself font plungod Into tho clmpnaralsovor ‘ ho began to catch on to tho foot not boforo him. AssoonosZekot . . ho looked np to seo If tho hear was coming down too, and then ho removed tho hod car tridges and quickly Inserted two tnoro in bis gun. He know tho bear would unoll film out In half a minute Caleb's wicked snout up end was at onee replaced by tile hear legs. Caleb was coming down stem foremost niter tho noxious person who had fired bullets at ■ lilm. As tho bear scrambled down Zeko aimed Just nnder his shouldor and sent two handfuls of buckshot carnorlng through his vitals In a diagonal lino. Tlio wound was slinost Instant-■ ly fatal, and the boar camo down In a heap at tho bottom of tlio holo, which was about ton or twelvo feet deep. Tho exoltement being over, fido realized that lie hod been injured In the fall, mill that War to rest and reflect, and to Induce reflection he took out his pipe and lighted it. Tlio flam, of tho match lighted up thu prospect holo, and Zeko WM Interested on seeing a good-sized rattlesnake lying dead under his feet,Its bet the annku when ho fell Into tho holo, and thw ’ Slipping of his foot hud sprained his ankle. , Zeko hail a hard tiins climbing out of tfu. prospect hols aud getting back to camp, but ho got there, and senfsoinu men np to holat tho Gear to tho surface. Tlio grizzly s weight waa estimated to be POO pounds. Zeke says he doesn't caro about the sprain. oexo says no uuc.ii . caro suuui mo sprain, becauso if Ms foot had not landod Just In that spot ho would havo bad mnro company than ho would have cared to entertained at the hollo nr of a proapoct holo. from tho left car around to tho buck neck, lliu short Imlr and mustache were M perfect as In life," KtSKP VriUlt TKHVKHH. Horrible Kssmple for (llrls will. High Tempers to Avoid. From the City or Mcslco Two Republics. One of the prettiest girls of Zacatecas, be- longing to one of the best (kmillcs In the state, has just been admitted to the Insane asylum in that city, a hopeless maniac. Horn tho daughter of wealthy parents, sn only child, she wsshwlnlged In everything, grid lo consequence her nstiimlly sweet dl»|osUlnn wu thoroughly spoiled, sndwhsnevsr sn attempt was made to cross her wbh« ah# hsd the most frlghttUi ontburts of temper, which always ended in til around her yltldlug and alhnring her tn carry her point. On the 1th of Kerch of the present year she was married to a wealthy yoong htclemlada whole extenelro place la located near Zacatecas Tho wedding was a grand ailklr, and the young couple started life together with the brightest possible prospects. Boon slier marriage, however, there a row slight disputes between hus band tnd wife which ended, as hid been the case alt through tho girl's life, In tbs girl's favor,the hue bend, a high-spirited man, yielding Invariably be fore her aw/bl Ms of violence. This finally, howev er, became undumble to the young married man and he determined lo break l.la wife’s frightful temper and assort human bond, trusting that they would live more happily together In the end. Ho upon the next occasion when there arose a dif ference of opinion on aoino trifling mailer, be re mained Arm and utterly refused lo yield hts point. HU wife stormed and flew Into a perfect stonn of paralon, but he remained unmoved, and Anally when the exhibition of temper wts assuming a phase wbercthe young woman commenced breaking the breakfast dishes—they were nt their morning meal when the trouble arose—In the imfiotcncy of her wrath, be clutched her tightly by the arm and in a rough tone [misled that she should quiet down. She garo him one awful look; then with a wild shriek she tore herself from hU grip, and moving sway a few steps, fell to the ground homing at the mouth. Hcdlcal ukl was at onco summoned, but for hour* she lay unconscious, occasionally struggling vio lently, and then relnpslng Into quietn—t again. After a while she opened her eyes, took a long look around the people gnthered (lout hor Uni. tnd with a blood-cunning sl.riok sprang hum the bed, aud before anyone amid prevent her, was out of the bouse and racing madly over the fields. All present gave en.se, and alter a long and exhausting run, ths mid woman wu overtaken by her husband and behl bit until aariaunee arrivad. The beri medical aid procurable was obtained (be her, but her naano remained In darknea, andilbe |.Ufiilcl»ns predict then la no hope tx her nooitry. WOULD LET TfIK KLAUS UO. Oeraslonal Dissent Amid the Stonn of l’ra r teele at the Order. From lbs N. Y. Sun. General William W. Averlll, the dashing union cavalry general shook Ills head over tha Invocation of General Fairchild that "God might palsy the hand that wrote the order fur the return of tho lmttle flags In Washing too tint wero captured during tha lata war." "That b not tho union that 1 had In mind when I waa lighting against ths rebellion." said he, "and that b not tha peace that th* took up General Graut’a plots, ‘Let us peace. I have But come from tlm south, and was tlio guest of Geo* era] Fitzhugh Lee, governor of Virginia, I had accepted an invitation to attend tho ceremonies at Staunton in memory of tiie confederate dead there. As the first federal officer to appear on such an occasion, I was very heartily received. In ail that they did the southern people seemed to mo to be moe|. anxious that they should not bemlrundorstood at the north. They wished to do ill honor to, tlaefr heroic dead and cherish the memory of their deeds. Bnt they did not wUh to have it thought that these sentiments Interfered in any way with their allegiance to tho nnlon that they accepted when their armies laid down tholr arm*. I first heard of tho order about tlieae flags down there and talked wIU* General Lee and Wado Hampton about it. ... .. _ __ wise. Those who hiv*eigl7againstTt forget’that tho.fight waa not • for a union of force, but a union of hearts. If tlio restoration of tbcae flags to tlioso who car- - ried them ao bravely will remove an/Irritating recollections, let them go. Wo . do not need ( their attestation of our triumph. Tho prow G rows and loving union oft ho states should' a sufficient trophy. . “A body of southern soldiers three years ago: went to Buffalo and returned to tlio Fifty* eighth Now York the battle flag captured twenty years before, and a brotherhood be tween the regiments was cemented. Captured arms and emblem* have frequently thus been restored, and these restorations are worthy of the best manhood of either side. The order of the president should bo upheld by tho truo Koldiert of the north." w General Bob Andenon, of Georgia, g mem-' her of the board of vblton to tho West Point academy, laid: "The stirring np of snch u | excitement toons to mo to bo vcryunnecMon:. and I don’t ton what they want of the old flaga any way. Wo havo Joined bands after a bard flglit between brave and consclcutioog men. Tbe faireat way would bo to make • mutual surrender of tbo flag* captured bg both tides.” *