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/ ISSUED TWIOB-A-WEBK?WEDNESDAY AXD SATUR33A7. i. h. grist * sons, PubUshers. j % ^amilg IRtttspaper: 4or promotion of <hg golitiijal, initial, ^grinutlural and fltommeijcial Interests of thi; ?outh. { TERslngle,'coptVthree ceDmtoNCE VOLUME 43. YORKVILLE, S. C., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1897. NUMBER 11. a~ ' " "" *"* " 1 *1 .. ..u ?? b".'n mnrlolnro within a r/iH ftp an nf t.hfi riVAT THE MATE OF A STORY OFADVENTUI BY CAPTAIN I Copyright, 1896, by the Author. Synopsis op Previous Installments. In opier that new readers of The Enquirer may begin with the following installment of this 9tory, and understand it just the same as though they had read it all from the beginning, we here give a synopsis of that portion of it which has already been published: Chapter I.?Ben Johnson robs Lady Dudley and is discovered in the act by her maid, Mary Williams, his sweetheart. Lady Dudley dies of fright. Johnson escapes first having accnsed Mary of being his accomplice. Chapter II.?Ralph Tomkins, mate of the Hindu, having come from a cruise, goes, to Dudley to visit his mother. On the way he meets Johnson in a boat, and f in an altercation Tomkins stuns Johnson with an oar. Johnson is arrested for the murder of Lady Dudley and accuses Tornkins of being accessory. Chapter III.?Johnson is held for the murder. Tomkins and Mary. Williams are released. Tomkins falls in love with Mary, who goes to Australia with her parents. 1 Chapter IV.?1The Hindu takes convicts to Botany Bay. Tomkins. the , Williams family and Johnson, as a convict, are aboard. I Chapter V.?Doctor Haxton, in charge of the convicts, is incompetent. Chapter VI.?Johnson refuses to work , and the officers suspect a mutiny is breed- ( Chapter VII.?The Hindu meets an Ifidiaman, who asks passage to the cape i of Good Hope for a man named Thomas, who is received and says that he was put aboard by mutineers on a convict ship, ] the Albatro&s. There is evidence of mutiny on the Hindu, and mutineers, including Johnson, are flogged. Chapters VIII and IX.?Mafters seem to improve. The Hindu reaches the Cape i and puts Thomas ashore, and a man of the name of York is shipped. It is soon discovered that under York's leadership the convicts will mutiny and take the 1 ship. Chapter X.?a supposed pestilence breaks out. Chapter XI.?The crew mutiny and seize the ship, then get drunk. The officers stand together in the cabin. I Chapter XII.?Mary Williams carries ( arms to the officers. Chapters XIII and XIV.?The mutineers hold the vessel for three days and ( * * ' ?* - * a.. ?u:~u nignts. xney asK ior tne uo?wt, wuwu are in possesion of the officers, but are refused. Chapter XV.?The vessel nearing an island, the mutineers go ashore. Chapters XVI aua XVII.?The captain goes ashor8 and is captured by tne mutineers. Ralph Tomkins, assisted by Mary Williams, rescues him. A man-ofwar comes up. CHAPTER XVIII. the finish of a sailor's story. On the morning of the sixth day after the arrival of the man-of-war Mr. Williams was buried on the island. There was another break in the weather, and it was a fair day. About 100 people went ashore, and of this number about 40 were armed to be in readiness for any move the mutineers might make. That the death of the poor old man was a sad blow to wife and daughter, and that they had the full sympathy of every one aboard, you cannot doubt. In my own mind I had planned that when we reached port I would ask him for Mary, and perhaps remain ashore to take hold of the new life with him. Now that he was dead it was not likely mat tut; survivuro wuuiu ?aut buiouiHiu in that faroff land, and of course marriage could not be thought of for mouths to come. The men dug u grave on the east shore of the island, and, with the chaplain of the man-of-war conducting the services and all the officers ashore, we buried the poor old man whose love and solicitude for his daughter had given him a grave begirt by the sea. I spoke such words of comfort and solace to the widowed and fatherless as came to me, and in the presence of her mother Mary put her hand on my arm and said: "Ralph, it was known to father and mother that we loved each other. That we have you to comfort us and depend on in this hour relieves the anxiety if it does not soften the blow. Our future will be guided entirely by you." Directly after dinner Captain McComber began to land a force of men on the beach, and Captain Clark and I both went ashore to offer our services. While the courts in England had cleared both Mary and I of the charge whioh had sent Ben Johnson into penal servitude, both of us felt that our characters had been stained. The only thing to clear us was a voluntary confession from Ben Johnson. I stated my idea of this matter to Captain McComber, and after a little reflection he replied: "Yes, that is what I wish you could get, but I am not hopeful. From the defiant attitude of the mutineers I am ready to believe that they will suffer us to shoot them down before they surrender. Johnson is likely to bo the very first one to fall. I shall send out a flag of truce and give them one hour in which to surrender. If they do not come In,we shall proceed to hunt them down. " A sergeant of murines, accompanied by six men, was at once dispatched to the camp of the mutineer?. I did not go along, but I can tell you what happened. Of sailors, guaids and convicts at the outset there had been about SI) men. Of this number 48 were left. The marines found these men drawn up in line in front of their tents. Most of them were convicts, and, having lived like wild beasts for so many days, a more villainous looking lot of men one never beheld. Not a gesture was made nor a shout uttered. They waited in silence until the sergeant had advanced 'THE HINDU. IE ON LAND AND SEA. IALPH DAVIS. She identified him at first glance. within a few yards and delivered his 1 message. Then Ben Johnson stepped ' out and said: "Go back to your Captain McComber and tell him that not a man of ns will 1 give in. To be captured and taken into 1 port and tried mean9 the hangman's noose for every one of us. We will die 1 right here! Begin yonr man hunt as 1 Boon as you will! We have no firearms, bat the fun will not be all on your 1 side!" When the sergeant returned and re- | ported, the captain separated his men into three detachments. Each detachment carried a supply of handcuffs, and ' the orders were to take the mutineers 1 alive if possible. Captain Clark and' I 1 volunteered with the first company or 1 detachment We might have been ex- ( cused, but as the convicts had escaped j from us we felt legally and morally 1 bound to aid as far as we could in their 1 capture. 1 Stretched out thfongh the woods, but 1 still in touch with each other, the three ' detachments moved to the north. ' About two-thirds of the distance to ' camp the detachment on the extreme ' left was suddenly attacked as they 1 forced their way through the thiokets 1 by tbe wnoje Doay 01 mauuwio, wuu were armed with stout clubs, and many 1 had lashed their sheath knives to long J poles ,to use cs lances. As they attacked \ the marines and sailors the mutineers J cried: "No quarterl No quarter!" \ They fought to kill, nor would one of J them surrender when called upon. The 1 fight did not last over minutes, but 1 in that time three marines were beaten or stabbed to death, two others badly 1 hurt and four convicts were killed. When tbe mutineers retreated, they car- 1 ried off four muskets and the ainiuuni- 1 tion belonging to them and took refugo : in a broken but thickly wooded piece of 1 ground beyond their camp. Seeing that he had underestimated I their strength and desperation, Captain McComber sent aboard for a mountain ^ howitzer and a supply of shells, and as I we advanced again the bursting missiles 1 were thrown into the coverts ahead. ^ Twice during the afternoon wo tried to 1 open communication with the fellows J by means of a flag of truce, hoping they 1 had had enough of fighting and would 1 surrender, but each lime the flag was 1 advanced they fired on the bearer. At sundown, when we returned aboard our ] respective vessels, we had lost four men killed and three wounded, and we had ' killed eight of the mutineers, all con- ] victs. Tbe last four had keen killed by i shells from the howitzer. 1 Nearly all tbe provisions taken from 1 the Hindu when we set the men ashore four weeks previously had been wasted or consumed. Before retiring to the beach we destroyed what was left and burned the camps, and as there was no j longer any wild fruit on the trees the \ fellows would have to fight us next day ] on empty stomachs. Captain McComber 3 had decided to laud a larger force of men and more guns and givo the mnti- , neers no further show. By having men \ enough to stretch across the island the 1 defenders must at last be driven to the ( Unn/tU f\,\ fUo unrfK clinro , U|JUii uuauxj Uli lug UUIVU When the bark was brought around to the east side of the island, she was anchored about a mile from the beach. The sailors who had assisted us and three of the marines were then withdrawn, while Haskell, the second mate and myself stood guard at night in rotation with the marines. On this night, after our battle ashore, we went on duty at midnight. 1 took the poop deck, the mate the waist, and Haskell the bows. Little or no danger was apprehended now. The wind that night was from the west, thus giving us the lee of the island and smooth water. I was greatly fatigued after the day's excitement, and at 1 o'clock in the morning I committed what was little short of a crime. I sat down and fell asleep. I did not realize that I had even closed my eyes, but I had slept for half an hour, when Mary Williams, who knew that I was on duty, dressed herself and came out to liavo a word with me about her mother. She saw me asleep, with my chin on my breast, and, just climbing over the rail by means of n -rr.no whii*h hnrl been left bv Haskell as he was putting oil a bit of paint that ] day, was Ben Johnson. It was a star- , light night, and she identified him at | first glance. He had swuin off to us to strike a blow for revenge before the fight of the morrow, which he could I well reason would bo the extermination < of the gang. Between his teeth he held < his knife. Across tny Knees was a rme. Had Mary delayed to call out for help, the villain would have been upon us both. Without an instant's delay and realizing the situation in a flash,, she sprang forward, seized the rifle and fired ' upon the man as his bare feet touched the deck, only eight feet from where I sat The report of the gun and his yell of pain and rage were blended together, and in a minute the whole ship was alarmed. Johnson had been shot in the breast We went off for the surgeon, and when he had made an examination he plainly told the ruffian that he had but a few hours to live. The man had not uttered i word after being shot, but the Idoks be had given Mary and l proved ine feeling of murder in bis heart. At first [ had some hopes that he might make a jonfession, but when be looked at me svitb eyes gleaming like those of a wounded tiger's I realized that it Was useless to address him. And yet all I bad hoped for came about, after all. The desperate man died by inches. As the hand of death clutched at {bis throat the little good in him earned to the Rurface. An hour before he breataed bis last he sent for Captain Clark and Mary. He begged the girl's forgiveness for all that bad passed, and then made a dying statement which completely exonerated us both. It was taken down jp writing and duly witnessed, and, though he wanted nothing to do with me, and even spoke bitterly of me to the last, I felt that I could forgive him. After making the confession he gave it as his opinion that the mutineers wotold surrender after learning of his death, but his hope was that they would die fighting. When morning came the body of Ben Johnson was taken ashore for burial, rhere was but scant ceremony in laying him away to rest, and, when he had been 3overed in, a white flag was sent forward and the mutineers informed of his death and commanded to surrender. They answered with Shouts of defiance. The events of that day caused much talk in n * -J J A ? ? 1 mUnn rtnf itlfn CiUgiailU U1JU AUdtrujia wuou puu juiu print. Captain McComber gave orAers to exterminate the gang to the last man. All day long we marched baok and forth across the island, and all day long two pieces of artillery were busy shelling the mutineers out of the densest thickets. Half an hoar before sundown the last man of the gang was driven to the open beach. He had been wonnded, but he carried a club in his hand and (vas still defiant. When he refused to surrender, we would have fired upon bim, but he walked down to a ledge of rocks, made his way out to the' breaking surf, and with a shout of contempt for us he plunged in, to be seen no more. Lf wave and tide brought his body to the sands later on, we were not there to lud it. They had said they would die to the last man, and they had kept their svord. Need I tell you that the Hindu, with the help of the men loaued us by the generous Captain McComber, finally reached her port of destination? There was a legal investigation, of course, but sve came out of it all right, and tho government waH held to its contract. While we were detained in Australia for this investigation Mrs. Williams passed away, leaving Mary an orphan among strangers. That she did not suffer for companionship and care you will readily believe. When the Hindu was ready to sail for home, she was one of the 80 passengers, and despite her bereavement there were many pleasant features about the voyage. I am an old man now, and my aged wife bends over mo as I write these few lines. I long ago gave up the sea at the wish of her who has made my life happy, and I told you in the beginning not to expect too much from ono whose edocatiou was flecked by the froth of the 3ea. THE END. Future or tuo wneei. The "wheel has become an accepted institution of daily life to such an extent that it is only when one stops to make a comparative study of its progcess that one can accurately gauge its influence. A man, commenting on this i day or two ago, was asked if he thought the craze could be permanent. "Undoubtedly," he replied. "I look to jee, before ten years are passed, men going to their work?office, counter or factory?on perfectly arranged bicycle roads, from one end of the island to the other. I don't know whether these will be elevated or grade or below grade, but they will exist. The few merely fashionable folks will, of course, drop the wheel soon for 6omo fresh novelty or consign it to occasional use, but the army of wheel men and women is going to increase rather than decrease. ' 'A recent article spoke of the wheel as a social revolutionizer that had never been equaled, and, in my mind, its influence has only just begun. The same articlo quoted a physician as saying that 'not within 200 years has there been any one thing which has so benefited mankind as the invention of the bicycle,' from the fact that it has put all the world out of doors. You may be sure these people are not going to bo put indoors again, having tasted the pleasures of air and motion. Wheels will be cheap in a short time. Their ' -* - iL. 4 present togn price is Decause tuc im;w rics cannot supply the demand, but as their manufacture increases the price svill lower, and a stock of wheels will be a part of the household belongings )f every family, just as a stock of umbrellas is."?New York Times. BfiT A harmless lotion for removing "reckles is as follows: Lemon juice, me ounce ; powdered borax, one-half Iram ; sugar, one-half dram. Stlisccllancous Reading. KANSAS DID HEK BEST. Tried Hard to Keep New England Mills { Running. Topeka (Kansas) State Journal. It is with sadness we hear that the mills of New England must shut down because the people of Kansas, Nebraska and other western states cannot buy the goods they are manufacturing. Willingly would we do so, if we could. Gladly would we purchase $5 derby hats of new and fashionable shapes, Louis V chairs and tables with beauti * ^ i i Lk./l 1 u 1 carvea ana gnueu legs, piim ^iuucu lamps three feet spring lawns with bunches of violets all over them, pat- ' ent leather shoes with the new fashioned semi-pointed box toes, and many J more things made in New England by the clever French Canadians, Armenians and Italians who constitute the boasted blue-blooded "descendants of Puritan forefathers" that we hear so much about. Oh, that we could boy them; we want them bad enough, for with the 1 Gallic taste and peculiarities that William Alleu White says the people of Kansas possess and display, comes also the French love for things pretty and artistic. We have in Kansas mountains of things material to exchange with New England for her things material. In Kansas there are miles and miles of corncribs bursting full; there are granneries running over with wheat; there are millions of cattle?statistics say more than was ever known in the history of the state. There are pens full of pigs, corrals full of sheep, coops full of chickens. Hundreds of creameries increasing in number weekly turning out a golden stream of butter. Kansas has always been the great bread state of the Union ; she is now becoming the great bread and butter state. But we can't buy the manufactured goods of New England with the products of our s'oil, because we can't sell these products. Nobody seems able to purchase our corn, wheat and cattle, just as we are not able to purchase New England's clothing, furniture and shoes. Now, if we could only get together on some commercial basis trade would spring up, everybody could buy everything he needed, the wheels in the mill would begin to turn, tbe corn begin to move, and rotund, blooming prosperity smile upon the whole country. All that is needed to bring about this joyful state of affairs is money in circulation?more of it. Enough money to flush the dried up channels of trade.* Money, as has been said, is like the blood "to the human bodyreduce it and the body faints and droops; All the veins full and life and health return. Kansas said at the election that the country needed more money. New England said no in stentorian tones. We are sorry the mills of New England must close; we did all we could by our votes to keep them open. A DRUNK CURE That Wag Very Heroic and Most Effectual. He was a great big fellow, with a fist on him that could fell an ox, and a jaw that indicated he was willing to if an opportunity were offered, but in other respects he seemed to The Sun reporter to-be a most exemplary man. He was one of a dozen laborers wait ing on a pier for a scow mat was apparently never to get there, and they were talking about a drunken man who had been removed a few minutes before in a patrol wagon. "By gosh," said the big fellow, "I used to have a weakness for the wet myself, and I'm ashamed to say so, but I've took a ride in that same gohickle, too. More than one, I guess, but it's all over now." One of the men chaffed hiua a bit, and he went on. "About 20 years ago or thereabouts, when I was a bigger fool than I am now," he said "I was a hard one, but somehow I found a woman to have me, and I got married. She might have done worse, mebbe, for I was never out of work, but she couldn't have done much worse, though I'm thinking it wouldn't have been safe to have told her so. Annie's friends, and mine, too didn't want her to marry me, but you know how a woman is when she takes a notion, and Annie had a notion I was worth trying to save. Of course, I made all kinds of promises and swore to them thicker than blackberries, that I wouldn't drink any more, and would keep myself straight for her sake. You kuow how men do when they are in love with a girl, and I guess I was in love with Annie. I told her she would save me if she would marry me, and she thought mebbe she could, so she married me. Il A Uftt. AUin U/M1CQ on/1 1\.LI LI 11? UWUCU UCi u v? u uvuuvj uuu we went to housekeeping in that, and for the first two months we was happier than two bees in a honeysuckle, and I thought it was easy as anything to be respectable if I had a good woman to help me. After a time I got used to being married, and kind of felt lonesome of nights and wanted to see the boys once more, so I went out one Saturday night and come home fuller than a wagon load of hay. "Annie met me at the door, and I had sense enough to see that my only chance was to put a bold front on and bulldoze it through. And I did, for I was twice as big as she was, and ten times as ugly, and the way I talked tWUUUU tucrc WOOCUUUgll IV uc?W luauv ? her go back on me forever. But An- I nie wasn't afraid of anything, and she s took what I said like an angel, and I 1 closed by tumbling off my chair to < sleep. ] "I don't know how long it was be- i fore I came to, but when I did I thought < I was smothering with bed covers all ' over my head, and I began to kick I and swear and sputter and yell. I < might as well have tried to get out of 1 jail. Annie was on the outside saying ] things that sounded bad for me, and < pretty soon I begun to feel a cowhide whacking me over the body from head to foot. Then I understood that Annie bad sewed me up in a sheet or < something, and was giving me a lesson. . It was a sharp one, too, and kept up ] till I had rfladea thousand promises to j keep sober, and not to hurt her when ( I got out. "I made the promises easy enough, ( but she didn't let me out till Sunday- ) morning and by that time I wasn't so , drunk as I was, but I was madder than ever, and so soon as I got loose I for- j got everything and made a grab for | my wife. Nobody knows what might have happened if Annie hadn't been , the kind of a woman she was, but she was the right kind, and as I reached ; for her she reached for a shovel handle ( there was in the corner, and the next , thing 1 knew I was laid out flat and , Annie was standing over me. " 'Now, look here, Tom,' says she, 'You've begun by lying to me and get- , ting drunk. You bave broken your promises. You have tried to fight me ( as you would fight a man, and I have , laid you out as a man might have done ; if you move hand or foot now, i I'll smash you flat. This is my house, and AVArvt.hinor in it is mine. I don't o ? ask any more promises of you, but if you ever get drunk again, you never come under my roof. Now, get up , and go to bed, and I'il go for the doctor,' which she did, boys," beconclud- , ed, "and from that day to this one An- , nie and I haven't bad a squabble, and, though I'm not under any promises not to drink, I don't think I have bad i more than a drink a year since that Sunday morning." JERUSALEM. A recent tourist writes: Jerusalem is hardly a disappointment because I bad my ideas rather low down. Many of the streets in remote quarters are abominably filthy, and I would not advise any one to venture about in tbem without a clothes pin on his nose. Dead cats, rats and dogs are plentiful. I even ran across one or two dead donkeys just.outside one of the city gates. There are many sacred (?) pools, which have stagnated from disuse, and would be rooted out by the health board of any well regulated city. Walking is difficult, as the narrow streets are paved with ugly cobble-stones, which have become very slippery and are exceedingly hard on shoe leather. Night is made hide- | ous by the howling of hundreds of hairless dogs, that seem to have noth- i ing else to do. The braying of the donkey is also something awful. A i single bray can be heard a quarter of a mile, and there is no limit to the possibilities of a well-trained chorus. The Mount of Olives is the greatest disappointment of all. In the first place it is hardly a mountain at all; and in tbe second place, it is painfully conspicuous by reason of a paucity of olives. There are plenty of other hills hereabouts that are much more thickly wooded. Id the third place the top is disfigured by a large number of tawdry mosques, dirty huts aod manure piles. .This may seem like a | savage arraignment but it is sincere. I doubt notjhat in the days of Christ the mountain was all covered with olive trees, and altogether a more attractive place than it is now. The valley of Jehosopbat, otherwise known as the valley of the brook Kidron, i separates Olivet from Mt. Moriah and Bezetb. As this valley is quite deep, deep, Olivet is' made to assume the proportions of quite a hill when you stand at the bottom of the ravine ; but looking toward the mount from a point in Jerusalem where the valley is not seen Olivet shrinks into painful insignificance. The popular path by which Olivet is ascended is believed to be the same which David pursued when he fled barefoot and weeping from his son Absalom, accompanied by a band of faithful subjects, who heaped earth upon their heads in token of grief at the disobedience of the usurping prince. Up this path I toiled in order to familiarize myself with the country round about, pausing anon to look back to the city which has played so important a role in the drama of the nations. From near the summit of the mount the view of Jerusalem is really satisfactory?all that one could wish. The extreme top is as * ?- ?- -J nv\ nrtf h 11 not. 1 IJitVtJ &U1U, UU31C1CU U^/ tiivu uuuvtractive buildings, but one can hardly resist the temptation to reach the summit in order to command at once the view of the Jordan valley, including the Dead Sea on the one hand and a view of Jerusalem and its environs on the other. In order to get a more detailed view, I paid a sixpence and ascended the minaret of a mosque, and there high above the offensive sights, sounds and smells of the place, viewed the remarkable natural panorama to which I have alluded. One could stand there for hours picking out sacred sights. The serpentine ribbon of green which marks the course of the Jordan is distinctly visible, the water cannot be seen, and, indeed, is not visible till you sank. At its southern extremity stretches the Dead Sea, its waters dright and beautiful to the eye, but ieadly and nauseous to the palate. Between lies a bleak, horrid wilderaess, with nothing to relieve the awful iesolation. Toward the south is the 'hill country^of Judea." With a glass he ruined castle of Macberus may be liscerned on the mountains of Moab, where Josepbus tells us that John the Baptist was imprisoned and untimely jxecuted. ARTFULLY MANAGED.* Some of the orders of Frederick the + /lionAntont An jricttt uauocu |^icai uiowuvtu k. vu one occasion bis soldiers resolved to ivail themselves of that ease and facility with which Frederick could at all times be approached by them to lay a grievance before him. A deputation of Ogilvie's Grenadiers accordingly marched from their barracks to the , palaoe, and halted at the porch. General Keith was the officer in waiting, and he acquainted the king with their arrival, adding: "Shall I order them back to barracks, sire, or place them under arrest ?" "Do neither; they have come to see me, and see me they shall. Good soldiers have nothing to fear from me, and the regiment of Ogilvie is one of the finest I possess. I shall try them with the power of discipline 1" > The king then hastily put on bis shabby old uniform, his long jackboots, which had never known blacking, his orders of knighthood, his cocked hat, sword, and sash. "Sire," urged Keith, "will there not be an inconvenience in all this ?" "To whom?" "To you, sire." "How, Keith?how?" "Discussion will lead to other deputations, and every order your majesty may issue will be dissected and caviled at in every guard room and beer shop." "No matter, comrade, march the rascals in. I will trust to the power of discipline 1" The deputation was accordingly admitted, and in they came, 20 tall fellows, all after Frederick'8 own heart; but the appearance of the king, who was dresspd as if for parade, awed them to complete silence. "Attention 1" he immediately cried, drawing his sword. 'To the right face?front! To the left face?front I" These commands the deputation, ? in lino aKaita^ in VY LIU WCIC IVilUiCU |JU IIUCj vucjvu tw perfect silence, wondering what was to follow a reception so unexpected. Suddenly Frederick cried out: "To the right face I To your bar racks?quick march ! Then, as he never gave the word "Halt!" they felt compelled to march on, and Frederick and General Keith laughed heartily as the baffled deputation disappeared within the barrackyard where their expectant comrades gathered around them, to hear the report of how the king had received the complaint they were to make. "We have never opened our lips," said the oldest grenadier, with a heavy, crestfallen expression. "What! Did you not see the king?" . cried they, in astonishment. "We have just left him, but " "Blockheads ! and why did you not follow your instructions?" "It was impossible." "Impossible! And why so?" "Because when we saw old Father Frederick in bis fighting coat and dirty boots, and heard his voice of command, our hearts failed us, and the? the power of discipline proved too great!" Making Home Comfortable. ? Men grow sated of beauty, tired of music, and often, too, wearied of conversation?however intellectual?but they can always appreciate a well swept hearth and smiling comfort. A woman may love her husband devotedly?mav sacrifice fortune, friends, family, country for him. She may have the genius of a Sapho, the enchanted beauties of an Armida; but, melancholy fact, if with these she fails to make his home comfortable bis heart will inevitably escape her, and women live so entirely in the affections, that without love their existence is a void. Better submit, then, to household tasks, however repugnant they may be to your tastes, than doom yourself to a loveless home. Women of a higher order of mind will not run the risk ; they know that their feminine and domestic duties are their first duties. tJ3T A German one day expressed himself as being somewhat offended because an American gentleman had asserted that his Teutonic countrymen could not, as a rule, appreciate American jokes. "Try one of them," said he defiantly, and the American accordingly told Viim tho afnrv nf t.hft "trflfi" nut west which was so high that it took two men to see to the top. One of them began to look at the spot where the first stopped seeing. The recital did not raise the ghost of a smile upon the German's face, and the other said to him : "Well, you see the joke is lost on you. You cannot appreciate American humor." "Oh, but," sflid the German, "dat's not humor. Dat's von lie !" US' Chicago's post office is credited with doing more registered letter business than any other post office in the Union.