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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c Vol. XI. WEDNESDAY MORNING, SEPTEMBER 13, 1876. No. 37. TE H ER AL D -- IS PUBLISHED EVERY WED)NESDAY MORNING, At 'NewberAy, .. BY THOSt F,. GRIOKELRt Editor and Proprietor. Tel^lms $2.50,vper Jntmnm InvuhNabY in Advance. nP The paper is =t~ed at the expiration of time for which it ispad ,17 Tba X ark denotes expiratjon of sub HEFE CAME. I wandered by the brook-side, 1 wandered by the mill, I could not hear the brook flow, The noisy wheel was still; There was no bumr of grassbhopper, Nor chirp of any bird, Bat the beaftig of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. 1 sat beneath the elm tree. I watched the lofig,.long shade, And as it grew still longer, I did not feel afraid; For I listened for a foot-fwl, I listened for a word Bat the beating or myD-wn heart Wags all the sound I haud. He came not-no, he eaa not The nght came on aloi; The little stars sat one by one, Each on his goldent throne;' The evening air passed bi, my cbeeks, The leaves above were stirred But the beatingof my own hearm Was all the -soundlI heard.. Fast, silent tears were flowiag, When something stood behind A hand was on my shoulder, times, and I would know him at a glance but never by the printed descriptions I have seen-but stay -as I live !" The stranger gave a start of astonishment, and before I could inquire the reason, added in a suppressed tone: "Don't look, at present, at the person of whom I'm going to speak. He sits on the end next us of the . third seat in fRo>nt, on the opposite side. Wait a mo ment, and then scan him cau tiously." I did as directed, and saw a young gentleman, whose face wore a disturbed expression as he kept. glancing about anxiously. "Do you know him?" I in quired. "I do." whispered the stranger. "Who is he ?" "Dick Nimblenib I" I half sprung to my feet!Ry purpose being to arrest the man on the spot. The stranger's hand on my arm restrained me. "Not so fast," said he, "or you may spoil all. Though not a pro fessional, I'll give you a bit of ad vice for. what it's worth. Keep the man in sight till he leaves the train; then follow him to his hiding -place, where you'll have a chance not only to find such con firmatory proofs as shall remove all doubt of his guilt, but. may succeed in bagging his accom plices." The advice seemed so wise that I determined to follow it. At the next station the stranger, who told me his name was Pil chard, took his leave, wishiny success to my enterprise. The young man forward, from whom I scarce once removed my eyes, grew more fidgety as the time passed. His looks wan dered distrustfully from side to side, and as each new comer en tered, his startled manner be trayed a feeling akin to fright. Station after station was passed ; but though his agitation increased every moment the young man never left his seat. Patiently as a cat in ambush 1 kept watch, longing for the moment to make the fatal spring. It was growing dusk when we stopped at a large town where fifteen minutes were allowed for supper. There gas a general rush of the passengers3, and in the confusion I lost sight of my man. He had certainly passed out with the crowd. I should probably find him in the supper room. I went through it, but he was not there. I searched high and low ; he was nowhere to be found. The last thing to do was to keep watch as the passetigers returned to take their places. 'With the vigilance of a sentinel, I paced the platform by the side of the wait ing train, but he (lid not return. I exhausted inquiry and descrip tion, but in vain. I could gain no trace of the missing forger. How I blamed my stupidity in allowing him to slip through my fingers, and all through giving heed to the shallow advice of that officious Pichard. How could I have been such a donkey ? Another train would leave in a couple of hours. Possibly Nim blenib might resume his journey on that, tMhinking to break his trail by the interval. There was nothing better than to wait and The time passed slowly, but my patience was rewarded at last. A carriage drove up, and who should step out but the person I was seeking, followed by a lady to whom he offered his arm? I advanced and laid my hand uion his shoulder. "I have orders to arrest you," I said. The man seemed thunderstruck, and the lady uttered a scream. "I have done nothing to make me amenable to the law," said the former, recovering himself with an effort. "Youl'l have an opportunity to prove that," I answered, "but my present duty is to take you into custody." "May 1 ask on what charge ?" Before 1 had time to answer, a tu, florid old gentleman came bustling from a train which ha< just arrived, and catching sigh of my prisoner and his companion began to berate them soundly. "This man is under my pro tection," I said, addressing th< choleric stranger, "and I canno permit Lim to be abused." "I don't see what business it i of yours," returned the testy gen tieman. "He is my prisoner," I said, witl dignity. "Your prisoner!" he exclaimed "I know the rascal deserves hang ing for running away with m3 niece-leastwise she ran awa3 yesterday, and he followed her to day, it seems. I got on thelr tracl by accident; but I don't see wha concern it is of yours." "I havei arrested him on a charg( of forgery," I explained. "The more fool you!" was th( abrupt - retort. "Whatever ob jections I may have to Ned Par sons marryiug my niece, he's i honest fellow, and no more a for ger than yourself !" "You're mistaken in the per son," I replied. "This.is Richart Nimblenib." "Don't let him harm Ned, deai uncle," pleaded the lady, coax ingly. "If he touches a hair of tb< dog's head; I'll have the law o: him!" exclaimed the old gentle man. "You see we were married at hour ago," continued the lady; "and it can't be helped now ; won't yot forgive and bless us, uncle, dear ? A light dawned upon me. In stead of catching a forger, I har only been marring a wedding. A any rate, 5ne"good came of it My interference had so turned the uncle's wrath against myself, that he answered his 'iete's last re quest with a grant that had mor( of "yes" than "no" in it. I quietly took the next trait for home. After an hour or twf of not very pleasant meditation, slap on the shoulder broke mj revery. It was my friend, Ser geant Spottem, -who had com< aboard at the last station. "I say, Bill, I'm in luck !" h4 cried. "How so ?" "I've just nabbed ..Nimblenib and have him under guard in th4 smoking ear. Come and take look at him." I accompained my friend, an< whom do you .think I'discovere< in the pe:-son of the forgeri None other than the affable Mr Pilchard, who had given me sue! goo'd advice in the morning, an< whose perfect disguise had corn pletely baffled my power of recog nition by description. I felt that I was not speciall called to be a detective, and fae< the fact with resignation.-Ledger A young man' from one of thi suburban districts was in to on' of our tailor shops getting'meas ured for a vest, the other after noon.. 'Married or unmarried ?' quer ed the merchant, after takin, down the number. 'Unmarried,' said the youni man, with a blesh. 'Inside pocket on the left hans side, then,' observed the tailor, a i to himself, making a memorar dum to that effect. After a moment's pause, th young man from the suburbs wa prompted to ask : 'What difference does my hein -married or unmarried make witi the inside pocket of the vest.' 'Ah, my .dear sir,' observed th tailor. with a bland smile, 'all th difference possible as you musr see. Being unmarried you wan the pocket on the left side so as t bring the young lady's pictur next to your heart.'. 'But don't the married man als want his wife's picture next to hi heart ?' queried the anxious youtt 'Possibly there is an instange c that kind,' said the tailor, archin his eye brows, 'but I never hear of it.' Samuel L. Evans, of Salt Lake has within three months. marrie the mother and the aunt of wif ha he nale nssessed. ~ieteingens. REGULAR EATING. Half of all ordinary disease: would be b4nished from civilize( life, and dyspepsia become almos unknown, if everybody would ea but twice a day at regular times and not an atom between meals the intervals being not less that five hours, that being the tim< required to digest a full meal an< pass it out of t,he stomach. If a person bat2 between meah r the process of digestion of tho food.already in the stomach is ar rested, until the last which ha been eaten is brought in.to th< condition of the former meal, jusl as if water is boiling and ice ii put in, the whole ceases to boi until the ice has been melted anc brought to the boiling point and then the whole boils together. But it is a law of nature that al food begins to decay, to rot,'aftei exposure to heat and moisture foi a certain time. If a meal is eaten and in two hours another, thi whole remains undigested foi seven hours, before v hich tim( the rotting process commences and- the man has his stomach ful ofcarrion-the very idea of which if horribly disgusting ; but thai such is the case the unendurabl( odor of~ the belchings demon strates. As, then, all the food in th( stomach is in a rotting condition in a state of fermentive decay, il becomes unfit for the purposes o: nutrition and for making good pure blood. Small wonder it ii that 'dy.peptics have such a va riety of symptoms and aches, and complaints in everyjpart of the system, for there is not one drof of pure blood in the whole body hence the nerves, which feed or this impure and hnperfect blood are not properly nourished, and as a consequence; become diseased They "con-.plain" they are hun gry-and like a hungry man, are peevish, fretful, restless. We cal it nervousness, an1d no one evei knew a dyspeptic who.was no1 restless, fretful,-fidgety and essen tially disagreeable, fretful and uin certain. The stomach is made up of a Snumber of muscles, all of whici bare brought into requisition in the process of digestion. But n< 1muscle can work* always. Th< 1busy heart is in a state of perfect re pose for one-third of its time. Th< eye can wink twice in a second but this could not be continue< Ifive minutes. Tbe'hands and feel . must have rest ; and so with the . muscles of the stomach ; they on ly rest when there is no work foi ,them to do-no food in the stom Sach to digest. Even a five- hours interval and eating thrice a day they are kept constantly at worn from breakfast until the last niea is disposed of,'usually ten o'clocl at night. But multitudes da heartily within an hour of be< -time ; thus while the other por tions of the body are at rest, the stomach is kept laboring until ai inost daylight, and made to begir again at breakfast time.' No won der is it that the stomach is worr out-has lost its power of actionJ Many~ girls become dyspeptic be fore they are out of their teens in consequence of being about~th4 house and nibbling at every thin they lay their eyes on that is goc4 to eat.-Hall's Journal of Blealt) Who ever saw a piano that ha not been recommended by Ru binustei n, or a sewing macbin that has not taken a first pre tmium? An inmate of a Michigan pool house put his gold watch and $20 under his pillow, and while li slept they were stolen. s"I'll take your part," as th . dog said when he robbed the ca of her portion of the dinner. STaxidermy for parents-If yO want to keep your children do nc stuff them. i The Danbury News man says a "If we had nothing else to do w~ soulrd like to be sick." MRS. PETTIT. She is too diffident to appear ii public as lecturer or even readei and too unconventional to tole rate the fashionable mobs of Ac ciety. People who have beej stirred by her trenchant edi torials, or have felt the tear rise and their hearts soften at th, pathos of her poems, mana'ge wit] dfficulty-to penetrate to her home and are amazed to find a litti roly-poly, rese-tinted, merry do of a woman, busied with orphai asylums, or creches for babies, o: any other business which wil bring children about her. He husband is Professor J. Pettit, we] kn6wn to the scientific world; hi cotnfesses that for much of the re search -in German libraries, an< all the statistics of his great worl on'"The Political History of Eu ropean Peoples," we are indebte< to his wife, who felt it her duty t< be his helpmate in that work a much as in preparing the delicion game suppers in which his sou delights. During the last two years, a all the writing world knowF rs. Pettit has.had charge of on, of the leading monthly periodicalh of. the eftry, the popular au thor whose name weights it a editor being only a figure head foi the public eye. She has a littli closet of an office in- the publish ing house, where she sits for fiv hours each day in close-fittin gown of brown serge, grapplinj with the heap,of manuscripts tha grows with every mail. There i piobably no subject or fact knowi to modern thought with whici she is not thus brought in con tact in the course of the year At 4 P. M. she locks her offic, door,,and goes home, and thee is not a more picturesque or bet ter dressed- woman; or daintie: dinner in- New York,iban thos< which welcome her husband-an< her boys an hour later. Hei sons are very proud of their lit tie mother; there ia nothing whie] she does not know, they will tel you, though perhaps babies an< pottery are her strong pointE She is infallible in questions o teething, and doles out the mos advanced theories of. hygiene t' young mothers. Collectors of rar china, or Japanese bronzes, tak their specimens to her for a fina verdiet; indeed, one can hardl3 tell whether her touch is mnor, affectionate and tender when.hand ling a new-born baby or an ol< cracked tea-pot.-By Mrs. R. L: .Davis in Scribner. SPOTTED TAIL's flEA VEN.-A cor respondent of the New Yor] Tribune comes to the front to de fend the right, of every man t iiniagine aheaven of his own. H says: In a recent editorial at ticle.upon "The iRed Man and iRE ligion," you say that "this Spotte Tail knoNs no more of heavel than the mustang which ho es pects. to ride there." 1 do nc quarrel with this proposition, bu ask w bat more do any.of us know This' was one of the queries sus gested by the reading of that ai tidle. True, our theologians clair to know all about heaven, an possess a sort of monopoly of thi information, if we may believ their assumptions. But, after al what is theology but man's theor of God and his works ? lIt is nc even reduced to a science, excp so far as science itself has reveale God through his works. We o3 pect to ride into heaven upon thei -mustang of orthodoxy, while th red man expects to ride into an through heaven upon the mul tang of nature. What is ther more incongruous in the Indian conception of heaven as a buntin ground than in our commercit conception of its golden streel and precious' stones ? The trat is, the Indian's conception< God and heaven is the highes conception of earthly power an good, and our orthodox con cej tions are no better.. He takes h love of his chase, we take our los of avarice; he his pony, we oi gold.. Let us not then condemn or another before sentence has bee pmundc by some competent al thority, which may possibly de cide that Spotted Tail knows as 3 much about heaven as his more astute theological brethren. Or let us be consistent and admit that, - in the nature of the case, none of 1 us know, or can know, absolutely, - anything about it. THE WRONG WAY. Did you 'ever hear of the man who kissed his hand to his-wife, "but the wind blew the kisses the wrong way?" There must be a e great deal of that sort of ill wind in the world. When a man is all r genialty in company, and is cross 1 and fault-finding at home, no doubt a his intentions are good enough ; it - is only the. wind has blowed his I good nature the wrong way. How L often some ill wind blows all a woman's smiles and graces away i from her own home. She gets discouraged with such a wind af 3. ter a while, and doesn't try any s more. Compliments, little atten I tions, tender words, how apt they are to be blown toward the wrong 3 object by some evil-minded wind. It's a pity all this couldn't be set s right;. for humai nature is much the same everywhere, and the - mere fact of iparriage does not change it. Little attentions of all . sorts please a woman just as much a when she is Mrs. as when she is - Miss. Courtesy is never amiss at a any time and on the other hand, a woman's megrims are not attrac Stive, or her curl-papers becoming, if t she is ten times your wife. The 3 opinion of the people with whom i one has to live, is ofso much more consequence to ones comfort than - any other comfort whatever, it is really a pity that some wind of 3 good should not blow all the best 3. and pleasant&t things in the di rection of 6nr- dhi7y companidhs. We could much better afford to disenchant and displease the com ers, who can stay away from us Vif theyAdon't like our society. One - can bear the disapprobation of Sthe outside world if at home one is sure of rest and solace. Hap py that man who is sure of wel come at his onv n fireside-for fwhom wait his wife's smiles, his Schildren's kisses, his very dog's Sglad bark. Such men there are S-and you may be sure they are Sthe men who deserve what they A SENSIBLE GIRL. "Some months ago," says a writer, "I met a young English woman who came to this city to marry a young man to whom she was affianced in England, and who had come to this country C two years previous to engage in business. She was to marry him o at the home of a i'riend of her e mother's with whom she was -making up her wedding outfit, he came.to see her one evening when b e was just drunk enough to be a foolish. She was shocked and pained beyond measure. She then t leai-ned, for the first time, that he was in the habit of drinking fre ?quently to excess. She imme diately stopped her preparations, and told him she could not marry a him. He protested that she would d drive him to distraction ; prom s ised never to drink another drop, e etc. l, 'No,' she said, 'I dare not trust V my future happiness to a man who t |bas formed such a habit. I came t three thousand miles to marry the d man I loved, and now, rather than Sto marry a drunkard, 1 will go r three thousand miles back again.' e And she went, and thus proved d herself wise and strong. Better a - thousand times dissolve the ten e derest tie, than to be linked to that s "body of death'l a loathesome, ghelpless drunkard. LBut how many young womeL s5 there are who would falter, and h hesitate, and yield, and put faitk f' in a drunkard's word ! H ow many t have already done so, whose d throbbing hearts only ceased theil - hopeless aching, in the chillina 15 silence of the sepulch~re.- Oh, wo e man be careful where you step r Let every woman take a firrr stand on this ground, and il e would do more to prevent intern n perance than any present meani m. can accomplish. TILE EVILS OF USING TO BACCO. The following article, taken from the Country Gentleman, ?o thrillingly sets forth the fearful results -of, using tobacco. that the most hardened sinner must re pent -and -hasten t6-be wiseafter readin'g it: First- experiment; a hog Was shut up in a tight pen, and his only food wais one-half pound of tobacco a day. In one week he had lost four pounds. Second, a mule was placed in a stall without food. Two plugs of tobacco were placed before her twice a day. f She grew gradually restive. On the third day one plug was forced down her throat, when she tore. the experimenter's ear with 'he teeth, showing the bad effect to bacco has,on one's disposition. It was then found necessary to muz zle her so that she could not open her mouth. At the end of eight i days she died. Third, a dog was naied- i5 ia tdbadio .i6g&head. At the end of four days he was taken out much reduced. Fourth, another dog was enclosed in a to. bacco barrel and rolled down a steep hill. Within two years that dog went mad! Truly these are Satan's nets! I could cite plenty f more of such experiments. We all know that a single drop of the oil of tobacco placed on the end-bf a dog's tail will k-ll a man in a minute. Of four men lately killed i on the Erie Railway three were t smokers, and the father of the other an inveterate chewer of to. * bacco. On the bodies of the two: men washed ashore after the late stoi-m on 'Lake Michigan, papers of tobacco were found. In my ] own neighborhood, a very dis- I tressing accident, by which a' most estimable youn lady, the mother of seven lovely children, broke her leg, was occasioned by a pair of runaway ho#ses running into a fence that su-rrounded a field of a tobacco. Miss Chloe Flatfoot re-i cently died in the- county ad joining mine at the age of 118t years. She had -both chewed andi smoked over 100 years, and as she a had no disease till the time of her death, it is only fair to E ..Dpose that it was tobacco that killed her. For so long a time .was a Satan spreading his nets for her; but I think Mr. K. will agree mvth me that he must have her sure now. Ent why multiply ex amples? You know how it is yourself. So, Mr. Editor, do not f go on helpi.ng spread.these nets,r by showing in your paper'how to1 grow -large crops of tobacco, any ] more. Rather interline the book I of Proverbs with the remarks oft our second Solomon. Only let I me add a -word of caution to that t gentleman. Does he, let me ask, use tea or coffee ? These are other e nets of Satan as much as tobacco. Does he eat rmince pies and use t salearM&s%-More.--nete meeen-he I indulge in ice-oreams or oysters ? f Let him -beware,. lest, when he I least expects, Satan, in scooping in. his tobacco-users, fly away with < him I Graham bread without salt is his only salvation. WHAT A PLATE or' PORK AND BEANS ACCOMPLIsED.-It is saidi that Isaac M. Singer, the sewing machine man, has left a fortune i of nineteen millions of dollars-i fifteen millions in the United States and four millions in Eu rope. During the last twenty five years of his life he spent a great deal of money, but he made a great deal more. The magnifi cence of his estate forms a strik ing contrast with the poverty and privation in which he began. At one time he was a strolling actor in the West,' and after he had left that profession and invented his sewing machine, he was in such a state of destitution that one day. he had' only sixpence l.eft in the world. After much deliberation, ie bought himself a dinner of pork and beans -with. his money, and with the vigor derived from this nourishing repast he went on to accumulate the nineteen mil lions he has left to his heirs. The average daily wages paid in cities in Massachusetts is $2, and in the country $1.63. ADVERTISINC'RATES, Advertisements inserted at the rate of $1 .00 per square-one inch-for first insertion, ernd 75e. for each subsequent insertion, Double column advertisements tenper cent on above Notices of' meetings, obituaies and ff-is.t8 o f resDect, same rates per square as ordinai y advertisemgnts. Special notices in local column 15 cenis erline. Advertisements not mnarkedI with Ithe ncm. )er ofinseooiRii J*_e"-q InAilt-forbid idlizaaccordingly. Special contracts Mad& with lag pAdvei isers, with libeWa deductiots -on above &'tes Done with Neatness and Dispaitch Terms Cash. HROW TRUFFLES DID) jr. Ireturned to Ashville after an Lbsence of three years and found ny friend Truffles. groWn fat an'd oviall with a face, the very. jAir ,or of peace and self-satiSfaction. I'ruffles was the village bak&r, and w, was not like this'when I, wenti Mway. "'Truffles,"3 said 1, "1howlis it? [on have improved." "Improved! -How?" -- "Why, in every'Way. What iave you been doing ?17 Just then a little_ girl.e%MU in vith a tattered shawl and.bare-. DOoted, to whom - Truffles -gave&a Daf of bread. c9oh, dear, Mr. ruffies," th. e child said, _. 4th rimming eyes, as she -tookitho Daf of bread ; I'mambia is getting otter, and she says she owes so. anch to you,* Shei blesses.You, nedeed she does." "tThat's one of- the tlinp-~ I've een doing," he said, -after'--the buid bad go-ne.