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CHARITY.
I Epeak kind y. oh, speak soothingly
To him whoso hopes are crossed,
I Whose blessed trust inhuman love
; Was early, early lost;
'■? I For wearily, how wearily
■' Drags life if love depart
!Oh, let the balm of gentle won
Fall on the smitten heart!
j Go gladly, with true sympathy.
Where want’s pale victims pine,
! And bid life’s sweetest smiles again
Along their pathway shine;
Oh, heavily doth poverty
Man's nobler instincts bind!
Yet sever not that chain to cast
£ A sadder on the mind.
—Mrs. Cluut.
NIGHTHAWK.
tY DANIEL MORGAN, PRIVATE.
It was the day on which McClellan
was restored to the command of the
army of the Potomac. At Washington
a thrill of hope ran through the hearts
of the veterans, who had been driven
.wc ee P > nto the fortifications of the
8,-wpitui. Straggle’s thronged to their
■plors; regiments gathered around their
a i&iiefs. and the magic of a name changed
< host of fugitives into a compact and
imager army.
I About noon a line of carriages was
jßtretcbed along Pennsylvania avenue, a
few hundred feet from the White House.
JPart of the crowd that surged along the
sidewalk stopped to look at a. regiment
that was marching past. The air was shak
ing with music, which flowed from the
(band that had stopped in front of one of
Withe central carriages. In this were seated
.’two ladies, the younger of whom had an
oval face of no little beauty and the air
of one to whom homage is familiar.
I Both were richly dressed, and the
younger especially was the mark of ad
miring eyes and flattering speeches.
Mrs. Colonel Gallatin—for the lady
was no other than the better known wife
of that well-known officer—looked with
interest on the bearing of the “Mo
hawks.”as they marched past.
Among the crowd near by stood a
young man, hall drunk, who looked as
though he had passed the night in a gut
ter of small social pretensions. His
slouched hat was no longer of value,
even for a target, it had so many holes,
end the right arm of his coat was so full
of rips and tears that it waseasierto dis
cover the northwest passage than for an
arm to find its way through the sleeve.
Coarse hands, grimy face, matted hair
and shuffling movements—there was
nothing attractive about the man but
his eye. That gleamed out of its foul
environment as bright as the eyes of a
rat from a cage.
The tramp stood looking intently at
Mrs. Gallatin for a few minutes.
Suddenly that lady gave a scream and
fell back in her carriage. The tramp had
sprung upon the steps, his features dis
torted with fury, and struck her in the
face.
Cries, oaths, regrets, threats, summon
ing of police, loud calls for reinforce
ments —but before the tramp could be
bagged he had vanished.
David Double, for that was his name,
on reaching the skirts of the crowd,
urged his way toward the train wagons
• of the army. Drunkenness had disap
; peared, and reflection had returned. But
the vacant look of the drunkard was
more attractive than the fierce expres
sion of malevolence that now distorted
his face.
He looked neither to right nor left,but
for a brief period seemed to be struggling
with some evil spirit that was hurrying
/•’ him on the road to madness.
As the evening began to steal down
the hillsides, the tramp reached a knot
of sutlers’ wagons, and, as if pleased
at the invitation of a surly mastiff’s bark,
made his way to the shabbiest of them.
Its proprietor was spreading a modest
meal on a box for a table.
“Pard,” said the tramp, who was now
sensible enough, “give me something to
eat: I feel hollow about the ribs.”
The sutler replied by pouring over the
newcomer a bucketful of abusive epi
thets, of which “slum-gullion” was the
most classic. But he soon checked his
abuse on observing that his hearer,
while listening patiently, was rapidlv
transferring all food in sight to his own
bread-basket.
“What do you mean by being so late?”
then asked the sutler gruffly.
“Late! who’s late? What's the use of
ghouls before the funeral?”
“I’ve a mind to discharge you.”
“Discharge your good luck, you fool,”
returned Double. “Look here, Pard;
without a man of brains like myself to
glove your ten pickers and stealers,you’d
soon be strung up by the thumbs by some
gentle martinet.”
“You promised never to get drunk
again when we were on the march,
Highthawk,” said the sutler, in a molli
fied tone.
“Well, Pard,” said Nighthawk,which
was Double’s nickname among his
friends, “it’s pretty hard when you are
with McClellan to know whether we are
on the march or not. When do we start
again?”
| “To-morrow at daybreak.”
“I hope we’ll have better pickings than
1 in the Chicahominy swamp.”
The sutler’s pipe and tobacco lay
on the box, and as Nighthawk spoke
he calmly tilled the pipe and began to
smoke.
A few days later the sutler and his
I strange partner were rolling along on the
I tide of war toward the Antietam.
I Nighthawk was half drunk most of
| the time, day and night. Strange
I enough, as he began to scent the enemy
I he grew more sober. The prospect of a
■ battle seemed to awake in him a deep
■ inhuman pleasure.
On September 15, the Federal army
1 drew up on the left bank of the An
tietam. This battlefield, to which the
North and South both point with pride,
has the advantage of simplicity. A par
allelogram with the yellow Potomac for
its south and west sides, and the slug
gish Antietam on the east. A single
town, Sharpsburgh, at the centre. Par
allel to the Antietam a turnpike, which
almost bisects the figure, and then bends
toward Hagerstown on the northwest,
and Harper’s Ferry on the southeast.
From the Antietam the ground rises to a
wooded crest, and slopes away toward
the Potomac. The Confederate line ran
along the turnpike, its right resting on
the Potomac, and its left some distance
above Sharpsburgh, bent back and rest
ing upon the same river. McClel
lan's aim was to turn Lee's flank. On the
Afternoon of September 16, Hooker's
' corps had crossed the Antietam to warn
il.ee of the coming attack.
On that day, Nighthawk, despite the
ayers of his partner, wandered away
uvm business. He was now sober, but
seemed to promise himself the pie’.sure
of a bloody debauch.
There is a height on the west of the
turnpike, noi th of the Confederate line.
I that commands the ground held by their
I left wing. On this height, which had
escaped the eyes of the commanders on
both sides. Nighthawk, who had a
soldier’s eye. found himself at dawn on
the morning of the 17th. He soon riv
eted his eye on a mass of troops moving
toward the woods. It was Hooker’s
eighteen thousand falling upon Jackson's
four.
As Nighthawk gazed, a look of fiend
ish exultation distorted his face. Ho
showed no sympathy for either side.
Hooker and Jackson's corps smote to
gether like two barrels of dynamite.
I Nighthawk smiled grimly,and muttered :
“When the ship is wrecked, the shark is
i filled.”
Hour after hour he stood watching
the changing fortunes of the tight.
I Hooker’s corps soon melted away.
Mansfield's was sent to its support, fol
lowed by Sumner’s. It was clear that
the whole Confederate army was concen
trating on its left.
Before noon Hooker and Mansfield's
' corps had been paralyzed. Sedgwick’s
division of Sumner’s corps had been
; swept away by these troops drawn from
Lee’s right. But the enemy had suffered
severely. Jackson’s command had been
almost annihilated, and by nightfall the
Confederate left was forced back by
Franklin, near Sharpsbuigh.
As the sun set on the closing battle, a
look that would have made a were-wolf
blush, passed over the face of the Night
hawk, who smiled and muttered :
“I am going to fish in a sea of blood.”
At the word, he hastened down the
height toward the knotty points of the
battle field. As he left his watch tower,
two crows sailed away from the ragged
top of a neighboring pine tree, and
sawed the air with their harsh notes.
Nighthawk hastened over fields fur
rowed by strange plows. He passed
through red corn and wheat, heavy with
beads of blood. What a sober change
from the freshness of the morning!
Only the murmur of the yet untainted
wind mingled its soft cadences with the
groans of the dying: and the silent, un
changing stars looked down in wonder
on the swift harvest of tire sword.
Nighthawk, as he moved on, was not
idle. Whenever the dress of a dead
soldier showed that he was an officer, he
stopped and with rapid hands robbed
the corpse of watch, ring or purse.
When he had collected a dozen valua
bles. he hid them in some spot easy to
be found, and continued his infamous
work. The grizzly shadow of glory,
this phantom of greed, hovered over
heaps of slain like a familiar of the
night.
A little after midnight the Ghoul had
reached a spot near “Dunker’s Church,”
west of the turnpike, which marked the
last success of the Federal troops.
He was moving boldly but warily, for
his profession, though common, was not
favored, when he caught sight of a man
whose actions argued that his business
was the same.
The Ghoul moved toward the new
comer, and asked him how he was far
ing. The stranger looked in th ■ Ghoul’s
face with a vacant expression of love;
it was clear that he was out of his senses.
“I am General Blake,” he replied. “I
am searching for my brother.”
A strange chord seemed to vibrate
deep in the ghoul’s herrt. “I, too,” he
muttered, “am searching for my broth
er.” As Nighthawk spoke the general
had turned up the faces.of two men who
lay a little distance apart from a group
of slain. Nighthawk, w’hose eye had
followed the poor alien’s movements, had
no sooner caught sight of one of these
faces than he sprang toward it.
There was something strange about
the positions of the two dead men. The
younger one held a letter firmly clinched
in his left hand, and it looked as though
the older man had been killed by the
other while trying to secure this letter
Both, it was clear, were Union officers.
An expression of almosthuman interest
I came over Nighthawk’s face. He seized
the letter, and, with the eye of a cat,read
its words. He trembled violently. “Is
there a God in Israel?” he muttered. He
, searched the body of the second officer,
and found his name, Colonel Gallatin,
on his letters. He placed the letters of
both in his pocket, but did not offer to
further rob the dead. Then, through
the small hours of the night, he stood
like a statue watching the two faces.
When the morning dawned the expression
on his own face was no longer that of a
wolf. He had spoken but one word,
“perhaps.”
At daybreak, with a step that defied
fatigue, he was making his way swiftly
toward Washington.
On reaching that city he learned where
Colonel Gallatin lived, and at once pre
sented himself at the door.
“Tell your mistress,” he said to the
servant, “that I have news of David
i Double.” In answer Mrs. Gallatin ran
down the stairs and drew the strange
guest into the drawing room. Without
a word he placed the letter in her hand,
and looked in her face. It was a face
which told of many joys and sorrows.
No sooner had Mrs. Gallatin read the
letter than she darted upon Nighthawk
a look that forbade disguise.
“David, forgive me!” she cried, and
sank at his feet. It was a strange sight, j
the lady in rich attire kneeling to the
Ghoul—a sight that would almost call
for explanation on our present stage.
The letter was simple and contained
, but these words:
“To-morrow I shall be free. I shall
fly to you on the wings of love. David
I Double.”
“Edith,” said Double, looking sternly
at the woman at his feet, “you never re
ceived mv letters”
“Alas!” she sobbed, “they showed me
letters from the warden of your prison,
saying that you had been killed in try
ing to escape.”
“Forgeries!” cried Double, fiercely.
“I fell sick at the news; but I did not
doubt. They took me airroad; and long
afterward, thinking you were dead, I
married ”
“Your husband
“I have no husband."
“You say true,” said Double; “Col.
Gallatin was killed yesterday.”
“He deceived me; ho was never my
husband,” said the widow, fiercely.
“And your father!” asked Double.
“He, too. is dead,” she said, bursting
into tears. “On hisdeath-bed lie begged
me to forgive him. Had I known. 1
should have, refused.”
She sank upon a chair and covered
her face with her hands.
As Double stood looking at the
weeping lady, the pictures of his
youth, so near and yet so far,
stole softly before him. The son of a
Scotch Presbyterian minister, at fifteen
he had been left without kith or kin.
He had emigrated to this country and
became a banker's clerk. At twenty he
had met a beautiful girl, Edith Tappan,
and conceived for her an idolatrous pas
sion which was returned. Her father, a
large merchant, had, in the frenzy of a
panic, forged notes to tide over a sudden
danger. Double had inherited the idea
of self-sacrifice, and to save his be
trothed's family from ruin, declared
himself the forger. His sentence had
been light, and he was to marry Edith
and go abroad with her under a changed
name, as soon as ho was free.
Before that period, as it now appeared,
Edith's father, and a rich admirer, Col
i onel Gallatin, successfully conspired to
make her believe him dead. A yeai
later she had married the colonel.
A day before his release Double had
given a prison mate, whose escape he
bad aided, a letter to Edith. This let
ter the rascal had not delivered, but, on
seeing how the wind lay, had kept it to
blackmail Colonel Gallatin. He had
forced the colonel to give him a com
mission in his regiment. It was the
colonel’s effort to steal this letter from
its wounded owner that led to the col
onel's death. The blackmailer, in his
struggle to retain it, had drawn a pistol
and shot the colonel through the heart.
The effect of what Double thought
Edith’s treachery upon himself had been
terrible. His fall was as great as his
height. He took a strange pleasure in
whatever was foulest and most debasing.
Since his release from prison he had
never seen Edith till on that recent day
at Washington.
But Mrs. Gallatin looks up. Explana
tions, mingled with tender words, fol
low. It seems to Double that the evil
years of his life are peeling off like dead
layers of bark from ij tree.
As they were speaking a boy of four
ran into the room.
“What is his name?” asked Double.
“David Double,” she answered. “I
now see why he never called his son
by name.”
The wanderer burst into tears.
A year later they were united in mar
riage, and no one recognizes in the
modest philanthropist of to-day the mis
anthrope of yesterday.— John Swinton's
Paper.
A Mountain Lion Killed by a Horse.
A communication from Lander, W. T.,
gives an account of a battle between a
Black Hawk stallion and a mountain
’ion. The stallion was owned by Charles
IL Ferguson, a well-known hunter,
camped on the banks of a tributary of
the Wind river, up in the mountains.
He had selected a small bunch of cotton
woods as his temperorary home. These
gave him both shelter and firewood. A
little distance from the camp there stood
an enormous cottonwood, apart from all
olhers, beneath which he picketed his
stallion. One night recently Ferguson
was aroused from a sound sleep by a
neigh from his stallion. The sound
seemed to be one of rage rather than
alarm, and hastily arising Ferguson is
sued from his tent and looked in the
direction of the horse. The animal was
standing in the lull light of a bright
moon and seemed to be intently regard
ing an object in the branches of the tree.
As Ferguson’s gaze followed that of his
horse the branches were violently agi
tated, a wild yell was heard, a dark ab
ject hurled itself through the air, and
the horse had an enormous moun
tain lion for a rider. The horse
sprang madly in the air, uttering
a scream little inferior to that
of the lion in shrillness and savagery.
Though he returned to the ground again
with a tremendous concussion he failed
to shake the lion from his firm position.
Dark spots of blood now appeared on
the stallion’s shoulders and neck. The
lion was tearing his way to the jugular.
The horse apparently realizing his full
danger sprang straight into the thick
tangle cf boughs. The lion was torn
from his bloody seat and cast backward
with great violence. The stallion passed
through and turned to confront his foe
in the open space beyond.
The lion speedily recovered himself,
and sprang once more into the branches,
and from thence made another leap to
ward the horse; but he missed his aim.
The lion began a series of circles nearer
and nearer the horse, and finally made
another leap. With the rapidity of
thought the stallion changed front, end
his hind feet, heavily shod, struck the
assailant full in the breast. The stricken
animal rolled over and over, giving vent
to yells of pain and rage. Once more he
made an attack. This time the animal
rushed to death. The heels of the pow-1
erf<il steed were fairly between the green
eyes, and the mountain lion's skull was I
crushed. It had been fractured from
side to side. A few convulsive strug
gles, a stiffening of the powerful limbs
in death, and the stallion stood victor
over the corpse ol the lion. Ferguson
took the skin of the lion home as a
trophy.
“Lynch Law.”
A curious fact is that although the !
lynching of Henry Mason, colored,
recently for the murder of Mr. Ham-!
mersley Is the first occurrence of the ;
kind in Campbell county, the very name
of “lynch law” was derived from a native
of that county, old Colonel Lynch, who
was in the habit of administering sum
mary punishment I,•marauders and mis
creants of every description wiihout pay
ing any attention to the ordinary pro
cesses of law. Hence he was called
“Judge Lynch,” and this, it is said, is
the true origin of the terms “lynching” \
and “lynch law.”— LynMrirq (Va) .News. f
Sheep husbandry is sb adily declining
in France, the present number of sheep
and lambs being less by 11,000,000. I
Mutton is imported from Germany, Al
geria and Eastern Europe, and sells 20
per cent, higher than beef.
A HIDE TO DEATH.
Friglitrul Fall of Nerenlenn Horse*
and Kideraon a Hacerourae.
The Australian papers give details of a
dreadful accident in the Caulfield cup.
The race was a handicap of 1,500 sov
ereigns. and the distance one mile and n
half. Forty-one horses went to the
post. One or more of the runners fell as
they camo racing up the straight, and
I no fewer than seventeen horses and jock
eys were in a few moments struggling on
the ground, in a seemingly inextricable
mass. The following extracts are taken
from the Adelaide Advertiser:
| “Suddenly a shout rent the air, a gup
was made in the centre of the flying
ranks as though a park of artillery hud
opened fire upon them; down went a
cluster of horses—of horses and riders—
on came others on top of them, and
shrieks, yells and cries told of a sad dis
aster, while another section of spectators
who did not see or could not realize the
extent of the calamity, were singingout—
, 'Britisher wins; no, Marie Louise; no,
Grace Darling—Grace Darling.’ Where
the horses and riders wore heaped pell
mell, ready hands were quickly at work
to extricate the poor lads from their
dangerous position. No less than seven,
teen horses had been brought to earth, and
the scene while it lasted was a terrible
one. Some say it was Tom Brown,
other Too-Too, and some again aver it
was Claptrap who caused the disaster
and was the first to come down. It was
pretty certain, however, that Sardius
was the second or third horse to fall,
poor Wyman pitching heavily on his
head. Then fell Lord Exeter and his
rider. The unfortunate rider, Donald
Nicholson, was seen for a moment to
struggle upon his feet, when crash into
him came Prince Imperial with a shock
that knocked the horse’s teeth down his
own throat, and struck Nicolson lifeless
to the earth. On came Mozart, Despot,
Winchester, Kingship, falling over and
over their riders, who were cither thrown
out of the saddle, crushed beneath their
weight, or kicked by the horses in their
struggles to regain their feet. It was in
this melee that the riders Cracknell, Wy
man, and McGrath sustained their sori,
ous injuries. Nicholson was pulled out
from beneath two horses a shapeless
mass, with features so pounded and mu
tilated as to be unrecognizable, and just
enough life within him to breathe his
last gasp. Yeomans had a most unfor
tunate escape with Welcome Jack.
‘Thank God I am back again,’ said the
crack horseman. ‘I never had a nar
rower squeak in my life.’ It appears
that he saw two horses down on the
ground in front of him, and rising Wel
come Jack with both spurs in his sides,
he jumped him right over them, and in
landing cannoned against other horses,
Welcome Jack going down on his nose,
but ho ultimately shied away to the
right and cleared fuither danger.”
"The placed horses had scarcely been
weighed in when a melanaholy proces
sion of dead ami wounded men was car
ried to the jockey’s room. The first to
be brought in was M’Grado, the rider of
Tom Brown, who appeared to be very
badly hurt, and then the lifeless body of
poor little Nicholson appeared, and he
I was succeeded by Cracknell, the rider ol
Kingship, who was so severely injured
■ that h's ease seemed a hopeless one.
I McGrath, who was on Prince Imperial,
| and Wyman, the ricer of Sardius, were
i next, and they were both insensible.
“A brief examination revealed the fact
, that Nicholson had been dead for some
minutes, and that ( rat knell had his
j breast bone broken, and had received
other internal injuries, M’Grade had a
broken shoulder ami nose, and was in- |
sensible; Wyman, who was on Sardius, I
, sustained a fracture of the skull;
. McGrath, who rode Prince Imperial, was
suffering from concussion of the brain;
Winchester’s jockey, Huxtable, was in
sensible, and had a nasty wound on his
face; and Toomey, who rode Urara, who
was killed, was very badly hurt indeed.
Moore, Ellis, Ivemv, Hutchens and Mor
rison who were riding I,ord Wilton,
Despot, Impulse, Country Boy and I
Sirocco respectively, escaped with a
severe shaking each, but Frahm and T.
Brown, who were on Claptrap and Too-
Too and fell in front of all the others,
escaped without a scratch, and the
former won the last racoon Merritnu."
Ingenious Rascality.
Roose, Henshaw & Co., butterine
manufacturers, of Chicago, noticed
lately that the amount of oil rendered
from a supposed fixed quantity of leaf
lard which they bought of the Inter
national Packing company at the stock
yards was a good deal larger some days
than it was others. Detectives were '
employed to investigate the anomaly, j
and arrested Jack Matters, a man em- I
ployed in the butterine factory; Thomas
Parker, a butcher; Harry Evans, who
owned Parker's shop, and a fellow named
Jack Curtis. The four men were the 1
contrivers of an ingenious scheme by '
which they have swindled the butterine
firm out of at least $1,500. The firm
takes from the packing company 10,000
pounds of leaf bird every day, and it
was Flatters's duty to haul the stuff
from the stock yards to the butter
iue factory. The lard was weighed at
the stock yards and again for the but
terine firm in North Wells street.
After leaving the stock yards Flatters
would drive to Parker’s shop and there
leave 350 to 400 pounds of the lard.
Into the cavity thus made in the load
Evans and Curtis would crawl, and.
covered up with a tarpaulin, be weighed
with the lard at the North Wells street
place. Then the load would be driven
around the coiner, where the two men
would climb out and run away. The
thieves grew fat ana lazy on the profits \
of their stealings and neglected now and
then to remove part of their load. On
those days the load of lard would yield
an excess of oil. All the thieves con.
fessed when arrested.
“Will and Way.”
Be up and doing
While you may,
Where there’s a will,
You’ll find away:
Finan-I*l 'rouble
Qui> kly flies
Away from men
Wlio advertise.
To re liters of this sheet,
Eu-n .-/<..-k
Make known the goods
All buyers seek,
And very noon
Your clerks will think
They have not
Hardly time to wink.
SELECT SIFTINGS.
An electrical signal travels at the rate
of 16,000 miles per second.
A human life is lost for every 50,000
tons of coal mined in the anthracite
regions,
Boston dudes import shoes from Eng
land at a cost of 825 per pair. They are
said to bo hideous in appearance and
rough in finish.
Ex-Governor Washburn says that Lisle
Smith, a political orator of the 1860
campaign, was the first man who called
Abraham Lincoln “Old Abe.’’
It appears that a wisp or small twist
of straw or hay was often applied as a
mark of opprobium to an immodest
woman, scold or similar offender.
Some persons have a defect of smell
analagous to color blindness, according
to Dr. Carl Seiler. In one case violets
smell like garlic, everything else smell
ing normally.
It was once a prevalent notion that
sighs impaired the strength and wore
out the animal powers. It was also an
ancient belief that sorrow consumed the
blood and shortened life.
All the underclothing of the mikado
of ~Japan is made of a peculiar soft,
white silk; and as this “Son of Heaven”
never wears a garment twice, nor one
that has been washed, he consumes a
great amount of this material; but it is
not wasted, for the royal cast off gar
ments are competed for as priceless pos
sessions by his loyal subjects.
The largest vino in the world is said
to bo one growing at Oys (Portugal),
which has been in bearing since 1802.
Its maximum yield was in 1864,in which
year it produced a sufficient quantity of
grapes to make 165 gallons of wine; in
1874, 146 i gallons; and in 1884, only
79| gallons. It covers an area of 5,315
square feet, and tho stem at the base
measure 0J feet in circumference.
Tho wild duck is probably the most
destructive of all tho enemies of the
trout, for it confines itself entirely to
feeding on the spawn. Always a glut
ton, when a duck finds the spawning
beds of trout in the small streams that
feed the main water, it will soon devour
thousands of eggs and shovel tho entire
contents of the breeding places into its
stomach, if not molested. Ono flock of
wild ducks can easily destroy the entire
breeding prospects of any trout in a
short time.
In the time of Queen Elizabeth boat
baiting was still a favorite pastime, being
considered a fashionable entertainment
for ladies of the highest rank. James 1.
encouraged the sport. On one occasion
this king, accompanied by his court,
to >k ths queen, th) Princess Elizabeth
and the two young princes to the Towel
to witness a fight between a lion and o
bear, and by tho king’s command the
bear (which had killed a child that had
been negligently loft in the bear house)
was afterwards baited to death upon the
stage, in the presence of many spectators.
A Braye Soldier's Death.
Mason Mitchell, an actor, who was
a scout in the Kiel rebellion, told this in
cident of that affair to a Cincinnati En
quirer reporter: One man who died up
there deserves a monument. He was. a
common soldier named Elliott. A sup
ply train had been started for Battle
ford, and I put alter it the next day.
There were but three guards with it.
Finally, ns I came out of some woods
upon a plain, I sighted it, and, using
my glass, saw the terrified train draw
ng together as they were being rounded
I up by au encircling band of howling In-
I dians. Being only one man against a
bundle 1 I sat still, with rille across the
saddle ami watched. Away off to the
right I saw Elliott, who hail been out
for some distance, bearing back toward
the train, riding with full knowledge of
his death. Without lessening his gait
as he came on he gave shots from his
Winchester. At last it was emptied,but
he rode on until they lassoed him and ho
fell. While on the ground ho drew his
revolver and gave them defiance while
the charges lasted He was badly
wounded, and I saw him shift his weap
on to his other hand and with difficulty
fire his last shot, (and then throw the
empty pistol at the foremost man. They
then went for him with knives and
hatchets. The squaws now cut him
across the abdomen and pulled his heart
out. While this was going on others
were digging a hole,ami into this they put
poor Elliott head first, and buried him
with his heels sticking out. With leis
ure on their hands now for the first time
they sighted me, and gave chase for six
miles, when my gra n fed horse dis
tanced their Indian ponies, and in the
chase their shooting was not- as accurate
a i mine, for they never gave me a
scratch.
A Lover of Corpses.
There is a gentli man in Macon whoso
business is that of a bookkeeper, but his
duties arc such that his services are only
required for five hours every morning.
This arrangement leaves him with all tho
night and more than half the day to use
for hims If. He is a bachelor, and I may
say right hern that, he his been on the
bachelors' list for a number of years.
II) had a passion for corpses, broken
limbs, cuts, bruises and ni shes. He will
sit up with a corpse nil night simply lor
an opportunity to gaze upon tho ghastly I
Ince and study the immovable teatures.
His room is a museum of grinning !
skulls, mummified hands and
fret, bits of rope from murderers’
gibbets, bullets dug out of flesh, splin
ters from dreadful railroad collisions,
empty bottles that once contained sui
cides’ poisons anil numbeiless other
things that have been collected from
time to time from coroners, medical
colleges and everywhere. His library
consists of works on death, poison, in
finity, etc., besides sir h diainai as
Lucretia Borgia, etc.
The bedstead is the in tin feature of
the room, and how any in in could sleep
a night on it nnd not wake up n howling
maniac is morn than I cun imagine, The
headim nd i- i small gallows, mid reachoi
within n f<- ■■ "" hesof the ceiling. From
the cross ,ar h mgs the rope, the noose
jf which hangs within reach of the
sleeper. Il serves to draw up or let
down the mo quito netting. The foot
board of the bedstead is in imitation of
the guiloline, ami to make the imitation
more perfect a basket of skulls is placed
jut under the knife. A more horrible j
resting-place than this lied Inoversaw.
• Muon (Ha.) Telegraph.
FATHER TIME’S BIG CROP.
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l and u Heavy Sutterer.
Tho year 1885 will long stead promi
nent in public memory because of the
many noted people of every piofession
and station who passed from one world
to the other.
A,|iiong ministers who departed from
tiie scenes of their earthly tabors were
Bev. Dr. N. 11. Schnuck, of Sr. Ann’s,
Brooklyn. January 4; Bight Rev. John
Jackson, bishop o'' London, January 3;
Bev. Dr. Whedon, editor for forty yeaia
ol the Met lie: 1 at Quarterly Renew, June
8; Right Rev. George Moberly, bishop
of Salisbuty, July 23; Right Rev. J. B.
Woodford, bishop of Ely, October 24.
and Archbishop Bouget, of Montreal,
June 8.
Among those who held, or had held,
public position, were ex-Governor Abbe
Coburn, of Midne, January 3; Prince
Auarsperg, premier of Austria, in 18/1,
January 6; Prince Orioff, ex-premier of
Russia March 29; Earl Cairns, April 2;
President Barrios, April 4, ex-Govcrnor
Conrad Baker, of Kansas, April 28; ex-
Governor G. O. Walker, of Virginia,
May 11; ex Secretary o* State Frederick
T. Frelinghuysen, May 20, and ex-Gov
ernor Thomas Talbot, of Massachusetts.
October 6. While of those who were
famous for their titles and positions tho
world misses the young Texan cattleman,
the car! of Aylesford, January 13;
Lord Avenmorc, famous years ago as tho
defendant in a noted breach of p-omise
mit, Feb. 16; Rear Admiral G. H. Pre
ble, one of the family noted in American
naval history, March 7; Admiral Cour
bet, June 13; the German commander,
"-.ron von Manteuffel, Juno 17; 8. L.
Phelps, United Stales Minister to Pern,
June 24, and the Duke of Abercurn,
Nov. 1.
Other deaths were Myra Clark Gaines,
lie wcrld-faraous litigent. Jan. 9: Isaiah
iynders, once famous as a New York
iemccratie ward worker, Jan. 13; Jamas
Chestnut, United States Senator from
South Carolina when that State seceded
n 1861, Fob. 1, S. 8. Mor., ill, tho
wealthy railroad magnate and long gen
ural manager of the St. Paul system,
'’eb. 7; Leopold Damrosch, St., the
operatic leader, Feb. 15; F. A. Drexel,
the noted Philadelphin bunker, Feb. 15;
Cornelius B. Garrison, May 2; J. H.
Ritter, p enidentof the New York Con
tra’ Railroad, June 12, and H. B. Claflin,
the famous merchant, prince, Nov. 15.
The newspaper profession suffered few
sivers losses during the year. W. M.
I Connelly, founder of the Baltimore Her
ald. died Jan. 12; I. W. England, pub
-1 slier of tho New York April 25,
and Stanley Huntley, famous as “Spoop
endyke” of tho Brooklyn Eagle, July 31.
The most famous artists to die were
I ouis
Jenkins, March 13, to whom may bo
nlded an artist in (mother line--SirJu
-1 us Benedict, June 5, the well known
musical composer.
Among authors may be noted Edmond
About the successful French writer,
I J inuary 17; T. S. Arthur, whoso moral
tides had such a wide range of renders,
A arch 7; Susan Warner, author of “The
Wide, Wide World,” March 18; Richard
Grant. White, tho griunnuirian, April 8;
IHchard Moncton Milnes, Lorjl Hough’s
ton. August 11, Victor Hugo. Muy 21, \
and Henry W. Shaw (“Josh Billings”),
October 23. Richard'l'. Merrick, June 23,
in d Emery A. Storrs, September 12, are
famous lawyers who have passed from
' enrih, while William Sharon, tho mil
lionaire cx-Scnator from Nevada, was
1 ai other to become a denizen of the silent
la id, November 13.
One ox Vice-President -Schuyler Col
far, February 3; and the last elected
Vice President, Thomas A. Hendricks,
November 25, died suddenly during the
ye ir.
Englaid lost three of her prorni
neat generals during the year
General Gordon, slain February
10 at Khartoum, and General
Earle and Stewart, also victims of the
False Prophet's rebels. Germany lost a
prominent officer of tho war with Franco
.’rinco Frederick Charles, June 15
<)no of the pulpit landmarks of New
York <. as removed in September in ihn
dei.th of I'ev. Stephen H. Tyng, Sr., per
haps 'he most ..oted Episcopa'an divine
in the, 'i u!topo)i», :a ! another in the
dettli of ardina! McCloskey -October
10 -Hie inly American prince of the
Ro an i l >rho!'c cl uri'i.
1 .-on: the ra.iks of t<>e stage the lead
ing death of he year was that of Vir
gin in, John McCullough—November 9.
'1 wo note 1 Federal generals of the civii
wai also died the past year —General
Irwin Me-Donald, Union commander at
the first battle of Bull Run, and George
B. IcC’elian, October 30.
I'i royal circles the only death was
tha of King Alfonso, of Spain, Novem
ber 3).
V i lis.m H. Vanderbilt, tho great rail
roai ting and probably the richest men
in t u world, fell dead December 8, and
is tl e most prominent representative of
wea 11 who K'lccumbed to death during
1881.
Bn. in the interest and regtet, sorrow
and homage it excited through! t the
worl i, the. death of General Grru’.,.; mer
ica’s foremost soldier nnd first citizen,
toweri high nbo<e all others in the mor
tuan record of 1885.
An Odd Test for Leather.
Fi.: testing the quality of leather for
bclti i Mr. Eitncr proposes the follow
ing simple method : A small piece is cut
out cut of the belt and placed in vine
gar. If the leather has been perfectly
tannii 1 , and it therefore ol good quality,
it wi I remain Immersed in tho vinegar,
even or several months, without any
othei change th n becoming of a little
darkt color. If, on the contrary, it is
not w> II impregnated with tannin, the
fibers '4ll promptly swell, nnd, after a
short ime, become converted into a
gclatii oiis mass. -Chieajo ’limes.
A | i rty who discovered an nlum cave
in Ell i' county, Nevada, explored the
openi. ; with candles for a distance of
fifteer or twenty feet, when they came
to ncl umber of considerable size, but of
irregular shape, the top, sides end
of wl ich constituted n
crysts vz--(i alum.
pendant st:;l
--the appearance of a fairy