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THE TRIBUNE. YOL. II.?NO. 12. BEAUFORT, S. C., FEBRUARY 0, 1876. $1.50 PER ANNUM. ?ir .. ?^?? ???????? ????????????? ?? I Bellere Me. Believe me, when I tell thee, darling, That my heart is warm and true; And the years havo only brought up Hope and love combined with yon. Bitter memory wakeB the Borrow That hae slumbered many years; But the daylight horn: is nearing When we meet in smiles and tears. The world may ecoff and turn coldly On my track o'er land or sea, Yet I'll bear the blow more bravely If it leads to love and tbee. Lonely hours and fading pleasures Fill the mind with days gone by, When wo kissed our little treasures, Parting Badly; yon and I. Fate and fortune ever battling In the ranks of bounding life. Down to-day and up to-morrow J Is the lesson of the strife. Loving hearts must never falter; Hoping onward to the last; Breast the etorm without a murmur ; God will help when all is past. MY FIRST HUNT. A Boy's Story My name is Jasper Cooper. I was i not a model boy. My share of original sin woa a liberal one, auu between the good and evil in mo, the balance, I am sorry to say, very often bont the wrong way. For the benefit of others, I am going to mako a particular confession in one instance, and show how my bad conduct brought mo trouble and lasting repeutauoe. Ou my thirteenth birthday I received two presents that made me feel prond and rich. One was a small gun from my Uncle Philip, with plenty of nowdnr and shot. It was accompanied with the timely caution, " that firearms were dangerous weapons unless very carefully handled." The other gift was a tine spaniel from my father. The boy is a rare one whose happiness is not complete with a gun and a dog? nud I was not one of the rare ones. A week later, one bright, oool autumn morning, as I was standing by the gate just after breakfast, Nathan Bagley, an intimate friend of mine, though a little older than myself, came along and accosted me. " Good morning, Jasper. So yon are getting up in the world. Thoy say that you've got a gun aud a dog." " I suppose that's so I" I answered, with pride and pleasure. Nathan laughed at my very apparent satisfaction, and said : " Look here, I'm going hunting in Blake's woods this afternoon. Oome, go with me. There's plenty of small game there. We'll have a bagful before night." "I can't. I must go to school." "Got excused. You can do that easy enough." * No. Mr. Lowe won't excuse scholars without a note from one of their parents, and father is out of town." " Your mother will write one for you." " She's been sick two days and can't sit up." Nathan looked disappointed. " Look here, Jasper," he said, after thinking a moment, "you're sharp enongh. You can contrive a way to go, I know. I'll be ready just after dinner." .Nathan w?-nt home, and I went into the house. To be called 14 sharp " was a compliment that weighed more with ji}e in ??y tempted state of mind than ahy fears of doing wrong. I wanted to ?gQ hunting, and my whole thought was now I could oontrive to go. It was impossible to get a note, reqnesting a release from school duties, from either of my parents, and what would do as a substitute 1" Suddenly the thought came : Why Apt write a note yourself, and sign your father's name ? I was au indifferent speller, but a good penman, and I was oertain I could counterfeit my father's handwriting. I searohed .hip desk and found an account book that had been written by him. This I placed on the table before me in my room, and for full half an hoar I was completely engrossed in attempts to imitate the chirography. I succeeded at last (as I thonght) remarkably well, and produced a neat, carefully worded note, so complete a counterfeit that I was sure Mr. Lowe would never doubt ?? im ^cuuiucuwh. My ohief difficulty, however, was in the signature. I was puzzled to decide exactly how father wrote his name at the bottom of his letters. I had brought him letters from the post-offioe directed " Mr. Asa Cooper," " Hon. Asa Cooper," and " Asa Cooper, Esq. j" but whether he would put one of t' eso titles to his own signature was a question I oould not settle. I tried to dnd some of his old letters to guide me, but the three I had reoeived from him while I was at Unole Phillip's had been mislaid or destroyed. After much deliberation, I wrote as follows: " Mb. Lowe: Dear Sir,?Will you Oblige me by excusing my son Jasper from school this P. M. his studies are wearing upoft him, and I think he needs more open air and xercise. 4 4 Very Truly Yours, 44 Hon. Asa Cooper." I read this three times, to be sure there was no inaccuracy in it. The capitals and punctuation seemed to mo to be correct, and on tho whole, I was very well satisfied with my production. I took my hat and books and hurried to school. Just after the morning session I presented my note to Mr. Lowe, and watoned him narrowly as ho read it. I noticed | that a faint smile stole over his face, bnt as ho gave me withont a question the permission I desired, I supposed he had no doubt of its genuineness. Horns I went, jubilant enough ; ate a hurried dinner ; called my dog ; and with my new gun on. my shoulder, started to find my friend Nathan. He was ezpeoting me. "How did you get excused from] school f" he earnestly inquired. " Oh, easy enough. I wrote a note and signed father's name to it, and it took the master in completely." " You're a sharp one," said Nathan again. Wo soon reaohed the woods. The trees were just tinged with the gold and purple of autumn, and every now and then a bird or squirrel was seen hopping from branch to branoh. Nathan fired at a bluejay, and though it did not drop to the ground, as he confidently expected, one of its tail feathers did, which convinoed him that he had almost made " a good shot." His next was better. He killed a woodpecker, and consiaerea it quite oil acmevement. " Why don't you let drive at something?" said he. " There ore plenty of birds." " I'm not going to shoot pretty birds that do no harm," I said, proudly. " I'll kill partridges if I kill anything, for they are good to eat, and such birds as crows and henhawks, that do mischief." . Nathan laughed. "It isn't best to be too particular," he said. I stopped, and was upon the point of taking out the ramrod from my gun in order to put in powder and shot. " What, isn't your gun loaded!" oxclaimed Nathan, in surprise. "You're a queer hunter, anyhow !" " What's the odds ?" I answered, with spirit. " I guess thero's time enough to load my gun." " Look, there's game for you 1" said Nathan, laughing. My eye followed the direction to which he pointed, and, to my surprise, I saw about llfteen rods from us, a little shriveled old woman in a thin, faded dress and red hood. - Her name was Lucy Robinson, and her eyes were fixed scowlingly upon me. A few weeks before she had reported to Mr. Lowe that I had broken her windows one day dur-4 ing a recess of school hours. This was false. I had sometimes teased her by petty trioks ; but had never in any wiy inured her property. I could not, however, show that the accusation was false, and was punished by Mr. Lowe for the supposed offense. Since then I had felt very angry with old Lucy Robinson, and the idea of retaliation at onoe occurred to me, and I determined to frighten her. Without a moment's hesitation, I put my gun to my shoulder and leveled it at hor. xou torn air. Xiowe a wicked lie about me, and I'll shoot you !" I cried, iu a loud voioe. Nathan, iu the meantime, caught a glimpse of a woodchuck making for its hole. He had not yet finished charging his gun after firing at the woodpecker, aud l?olie-iug mine to be unloaded, he started to run ; but, in doing so, he pushed me and jostled my arm, causing a sudden pressure upon the trigger, and to my horror, the gun, still pointed at Lucy Robinson, gave a loud report! The old woman soreamed and staggered, and blood appeared trickling from her sleeve ! She stared a moment, pale and terror-stricken, and then, clasping a hand over the wound, fled towards her home, moaning and crying with pain. Nathan and I gased after her retreating figure, and thon looked with horror into each other's eyes. 44 You hit her!" exclaimed Nathan, wildly. 441 only meant to frighten her! I didn't mean to kill her ! I didn't know my gun was loaded !" I gasped. 44You'll be arrested for this! You'll have the sheriff after yon ! You'd better clear out!" said Nathan, greatly alarmed. 44 Where can I got" I asked, an ioy tremor running through me. 441 don't know; but you've hurt old Lucy, and thoy'll think yon meant to kill her. If she dies, you 11 be tried for murder, and maybe get huDg. You're in an awful fix, Jasper. I wouldn't stay round here, anyhow!" Evidently Nathan was too much excited to be a wise counselor, and as we left the woods, I tried to look the calamity full iu the face. I still had enough of my wits about me to know that if I fled from suspicion, I should only involve myself in greater difficulties, but I was quite uncertain what course to pnrsue. For more than an hour we wandered about over the ilelds and down the road. I dared not go home, and a thousand forebodings tortured me. As we were going over the bridge, the clattering of hoofs was hoard ooming rapidly towards us, and in another moment Sheriff Clapp appeared. He leaped from his horso, and laid his hand on my shoulder. i 1 T " SA uao|A? \AA/|TOI, X ttllCOl) JKJU) rWUU he, " for intent to kill Lucy Robinson. Gome with me." The blood seemed to cnrdle in my veins. I made no attempt at explanation, but followed him in despairing silence. Nathan walked by my side. " I know where he is taking me to," I said, in a hoarse voice. "I'm on my* way to the locknp; and I want yon, Nathan, to go to my house and tell Margaret Connor what has happened. Tell her to keep it from mother, by all means, for it will mako her worse; bnt as soon as father gets back I want to see him." " I will," responded Nathan, dolefully. Tne " lockup " was a temporary prison in the basement of a large pnblic build ing. It had a barred window, and strong iron door. Into this place I wh oonduoted, and as the key was turned and the shades of evening shut out th day, all light and hope seemed to loav me. I passed a dreadful night of sol tndo, suspense and forebodings. Morning came at last. I knew tha my father was expected in the earl train, and that Nathan would at once ir form him of all that had happened, an I listened with strained ears for his fool steps. But he did not come. Early in the afternoon my prison doc was opened, and I was conducted to Ef quire Hammond's office. The room wn full, and my eyes first rested on Luc Robinson, waiting to accuse me. He arm was in a sling, and her face wasdar and wrathful. Her evidence against m was strong and conclusive, and visibl affected her hearers. Nathan was next questions.I, and tef tifled stoutly to my innooence. He wa oertain that I supposed my gun was ui loaded, for T was innf. nmkincr nr?n?? tions to load it when the woman appeal ed. And he repeated the words the had passed between us about it befor Lucy oame in Right. Dr. Hall then produced the ball hi had extracted from the woman's arm and they said that it fitted my gnu ex actly. My turn came next. I felt the terri ble weight of the evidence against me I had to meet the grave charge of inten to murder. I well knew that Esquir Hammond was not my friend. In m; earlier boyhood he once saw me on hi fence picking a few pears from his tree and had since then always rogarded m with suspicion. I was indeed in a ne of difficulties; but the very distress o the moment collected and strengthene< my faculties, and gave me desperat fluency of speech. My defence in substance, of course was that I had not thought of injurini Lucy Robinson. My gun was not load ed when I pointed it at her. I had boei punished once in consequence of he false accusation, and following a momen tary impulse to tease, I had tried t frighten her, and my gu^went off anl; when Nathan accidentally ran agains mo. I testified further that I possesse* only powder and shot, and that I di< rnot know where the ball came from, no who hod loaded my guu with it. I Esquire Hammond listened with mark ed attention, aud I was honeful that bad made a favorable impression. H then cross-examined me as follows : "Where is your father ?" "He is in Rhode Island." " When did he go?" "Day before yesterday." "Does he approve of boys of yon age using firearms?" "Yes, sir, if carefully handled," ! boldly replied. " fiow happened it that you were ou hunting, instead of being in school ?' Tne judge's eyes were fixed penetrat ingly on me. " Mr. Lowe excused me," I answered " At either of your parents' request V " My father's. "Did your father see Mr. Lowe, ant request a leave of absence for you ?" "No, sir." "How did Mr. Lowe know of hii wishes?" " I took a note." " From your father?" " Yes?sir," hesitatingly. " Did ho write the note ?" At this question my heart began b beat violently, and the blood mouute< higher and higher, till I knew that nr face must be a bright scarlet. "Did your father vrrite the note?' questioned Esquire Hammond, authori tatively. " Yea?I believe so?yes? I ?sa\ him." " Where were you when he wrote it?1 " In?in the library," I faltered out hardly conscious of what I was saying Esquire Hammond put his hand u his pooket, and drew out a folded pape and opened it. I recognized it at onoe and my knees began to knock on against the othe^ for it was the note j had presented to Mr. Lowe. "Is this the note yon gav# to Mt Lowo ?" he continued, holding it out t< me. " Yes, sir. "Mr. Lowe tells me," continued Es quire Hammond, " that he excused yoi from attending school because of thi written request from your father. Whei did your father write it f" " Just before I went to school yester day morning," I faltered, beginning h forget what I was about. 1' " You say," said Esquire Hammond sternly, "that he has been in lthod Island since day before yesterday, am yet you saw him write this yesterda; morning. Now which of these state ments iB true, and which is false ?" I made no reply. My wits complete ly deserted me. I had condemned in\ self. Esquire Hammond read the not aloud, and a long and hearty laugh, a he endeo with "Hon. Asa Cooper, burst from the people who were presonl I burst into tears. The wrong act had oommitted in counterfeiting father' writing, was a strong witness again f mo, and had destroyed all confidence i my statements. I read in Esquire Han mond'fl face that a hard verdict wool pomo from his lips, and the horrors c jail life rose vividly before me. With shuddering fear, I thought of my p? rents, and what dreadful distress m oisgraoe would cause them. Perhaps i would be the death of my sick mothei I stood overcome with grief and d< spair. Just then a loud, prolonged whistl announced the approaohof the inoomin train. Father was doubtless a passenge I- in it. I east on imploring glance at Na a than. Ho harried out, and I knew hi s would speedily return with him. [, At that instant J onathan Morris, on< e of our neighbors, entered the offioe o His face was flushed, and his broatl L- came deep and quick, as if he had beei running. it He fixed his eyes for a minute encour y agingly upon me, and then asked per t- mission of Esquire Hammond to speak d Thou ho said, in a loud voice: k- " Nathan Bagley has just told me tha Jasper Cooper's trial is going on, and ] >r am hero to tostify that he did uot knov i- his gun was loaded." s How my heart bounded at these wordi y of hope. ir "I Raw a fox," continued Jonathan, k *' prowling about my turkey pen. I rai e over and borrowed Jasper's gun of Mar y garot Connor. Before I could get bacl and load it, the fox was gone, but whoi i- I oarried the gun home, the ball wai s still in it." i- Jonathan Morris was a highly respect i- ed man in the town, and his testimony saved me from being tried for a capita it CTime. The stern features of Mr. Ham e mond relaxed, and tho opinions of al who had listened to him were percepti e bly changed. I was undoubtedly a bat i, boy, but not so bad as I had seemed. After a few more questions, and a lit tie deliberation, Esquire Hammond gave i_ his verdiot as follows : " For the crime of wantonly frighten t ing Mrs. Luoy Robinson, Jasper Coopei e is required to pay o^fino of fifteen dol Y lars and the costs of this trial." H Father and Nathan had come in while , ho was speaking, and in time to heai e his concluding words. Father took oul ,t his pocketbook and promptly paid tht ,f fine. Yon may bo sure that I was thor I onglily punished and penitent. e As wo walked home, I confessed, without tho slightest concealment, all the lf wrong I had done in forging his writing g to obtain a leave of absence from . school, and then in a moment of resentj ful mischief, pointing my gun at au old r woman, and threatening her with the h disastrous result now so well known. 0 " My son," said he, very seriously, y " you now see the value of a good name, t You prejudiced old Lucy Robinson j agaiust you by teasing her. You forj feitod Esquire Hammond's confidence r by robbing his pear tree ; and the note you counterfeited destroyed your charac ter for truth. With only your owi X word to help you in tliis trial, you conk 0 not have escaped the heavy charge mad< against you. If a good name has beer established, and tho life record is right, you may defy suspicion and conquer false charges ; but with a bad reputation, it is often impossible for oven the innor cent to get justice." I have never forgotten the lesson oi [ that day. It taught mo to shun dissimu lation and artifice, and since then I have t never wilfully told a lie. I Bought bj :? every means iu my power to repair the . wrong I had done Lucy Robinson. Hex woundhealedin time,and as fatherpresent . ed her with a handsome sum of money, ' besides fixing her house, her bitter feelings toward me quite died away. I carol fully saved my pocket money, and when Christmas came purchased for her a nice woolen dress, which she received with b the warmest thanks. From that time to the day of hor death, I had a true and faithful friend in old Lucy Robinson.-Youth'* Companion. About a Battle. 3 j After wo had held the edge of the Y woods for two hours, says au old Roldier, relating some incidents of battles, nnc " when the space between our line ant _ that of the euemy fairly smoked one flamod with the fury of the fight, the v cry arose that wo wore getting out o: cartridges. Some full wooden boxei ,, were brought up, and such was the haste of the men to get them that thoj '* took up the boxes and dashed then: ^ bodily against the trees, splintering r them to pieces, and making the cart ridges at once) available. ' About the same time I saw ono of oui I sergoauts hit in the hip with a bullet, He lmd just finished loading his musket and he declared he would not leave th< * field until he had returned the shot 1 Supported by two soldiers, ho carefully sighted and fired, and then was helpet to the rear. He died from the effects o: * his wound. Much has been written of the "lino o: battle," and here again the popular idei is at fault. It would, no doubt, b< much prettier for troops in action t< ~ preserve a regular formation, with ranki well aligned and each rear-rank man ex actly behind his file leader, and I re ^ member that in- the early days of th< ,j war the illustrated papers were nocus tomod to represent battles in this way * But this is not in the least in accord witl the truth. In the toil of tho fight, witl t the rapid loading and firing, and the fre quent dropping of men dead or wound ed, the line is destroyed, the ranks oftei become mingled together, and the com ? pany bocomes an irregular squad o f, knot of men, of whom half will be oi the ground or firing from the knee. * g Insanity Increasing. it Insanity is increasing in some of th n United States, says an exohange, in i i- ratio greater than that of the popula d tion of nearly twelve per oent. Tb >f increase is also larger in the foreign ele a ment than in the native born. Thi i- causes assigned for this increase amonj y the American born population are " th< it. nilnnntinilAl nrfaanrn nnnn ttia tmiinff ti r. the neglect of physical exercise, artifloin ?- and unnatural babits of living, the ex citement and oompetition of business a and whatever causes multiply nervou g diaoaaes, especially those by the brain ir which result in mental derangement. An Old Convict. 0 A Hartford correspondent of the New York Sun describes a visit to the Con3 necticut State prison, at Weathersfleld, * where he came across the remarkable 1 convict, Andrew D. Wells, who has been 1 a prisoner there from his sixteenth to his sixtieth year, and who now, though pardoned and released, still remains at work in the prison. Wells is described as a man of strong , natural build, bat the impress of age is ^ visible in his wrinkled and somewhat emaciated face, and in his stiffened beAr7 ing. His countenance told of a life of silence, of uncheered labor, solitude i and imprisonment. In conversation, however, he is lively and chipper, and > he told the story of his life with ease 1 and animation. He was thrice sentenoed for robbery, a business, he says, which [ his mother taught him when he was 1 a mere boy. He never attended school * but a month in his life, and when he entered the prison he could neither read nor write. I He managed to improve his mind 1 gradually, however, learning to read in j his oell at night with an old copy of the Bible and an almanac. A fellow pris| oner taught him to write, and now he 1 is a regular subscriber to several periodicals and papers. He lias a son whom he never saw, and he has not seen his * wife for eleven years. The warden describes WellB as "a BfiiaiLuw uiu ciiHj) una a nrst-citiBH meclianic. He exhibited a box full of his handiwork, consisting of small knives and hammers three-quarters of an inch long, to be attached as charms to watch chains. Wells foels the prison walls his home, and cannot bear to be at liberty, so ho still works in the shop, and boards and lodges with the chaplain. There is a similarity in this to the case of '' the aged prisoner of the Bastile " and the "prisoner of Chillon." Both spent tho best years of a lifetime in prison, and when released begged to | bo taken back again. What Byron puts into the mouth of the old man of Chil) Ion might well express the probable feeling of all the three : "At last men c&mo to sot me free. I asked not why, I recked not when; It was at length the samo to me Fettered or fetterless to be. > Those heavy walla to me had grown A hermitage and all my own. ?**<*?* | And the whole earth would henceforth bo 1 A wider prison unto me." 3 1 Bonnets. : A fashionable girl says: What are , called poke-bonnets aro most popular at . present with young ladies. These are slender shapes worn on the baok of the I head, and extending high above it. Instead of having flaring brimH, they are close on the sides, and the whole top of the head is left uncovered. These shapes i in cream colored felt, or in velvet to ] match costumes, are used for dress hats, j They aro trimmed with soft silk and two nodding domi-plumcs. An ornament of ; gold or of silver is seen on. many handsome velvet hats, yet most milliners nse such decorations with care. A bird's ! wing stack in tho face trimming is ' also a popular fancy with stylish young ladies. The last importations are oapote bonnets, shaped like babies' bonnets, without a frame, and with cape and soft crowns that can be crushed without injury. Tho front frames tho face, and is tied under the chin, like tho old-time i oottage bonnets?a warm and eomfort, able fashion that we predict will become i I popular next winter after the poke-bonl nets now worn liavo exposed the head of 1 1 the wearer and brought on neuralgia 3 and other ailmentR. A pretty capote of f brown silk, with crown and cape in one : i pieoe, lias a brown o trich ruche for face i 3 trimming, and a <l<\mask rose. A long i 7 scarf of ecru lace passes over the i top, and serves for stnugs to tie under j the ohin. The Italian Brigand is the name given a new round hat of black velvet, or of r velvet made with high pointed crown . and wide brim turned down. A scarf of , scarlet silk, with gold bands in the end, > ia firiii'n/1 rnnnil flwt nvnron on/1 an rvJ/1 j i? wniawvi iwuuu nuu ?u . little aigrette of game feathers is stank 7 in the back. I r A Strange Proposition. f A New York paper, the Graphic, in 4 all sincerity puts forth the following f strange settlement of the capital punj ishment problem. We publish it as a j curiosity simply : As there is a preju_ dice against the putting to death of _ persons whose neurosis crops out in 0 murder, a hint as to what should be done with them might well be token from the insect world. When wasps j have laid their eggs they confine beetles a near them for food; but should they j. kill the beetles they would be a mass of . corruption by tho time the eggs were 1 hatched, and should they leave them *?11 1* 1L. 1.1 nk/V?? ATl/1 iuuy mivt*j i?uoy wuuiu ?pinwi uuuuwniiu r kill tho young larvae. So the wasps a wisely sting the beetles in such a way as to paralyze and render them incapable of motion, though they still live and are incapable of doing harm. A man insane enough to oommit a murder is e always dangerous; but as it would be a "inhuman" to kill him and unw se to r leave him his liberty, and, as things go, b impossible to confine him as insane i- when he has beoome sane, would it not b bo well to render him permanently inij sane by processes well known to physi9 cians?to paralyze or reduce him to im3 becility?when he will feel no hardship 1 in his oonfinemeut aud humane persons - will have no reason to complain ? It is , evident that some oompromise must be s brought abont in the matter, and there , seems to bo none l>etter than that suggested by the wasps. Facts and Fancies. King Alfonso's song?" I wish mamma wore here." He who oomplains of the shortness of life will get satisfaction in eternity. "My dear sir," is the way to oommenoe telling a man than his bill is too high. Every cloud has a silver lining?except Bed Oloud. His lining is copper colored. It is not enongh to remember the poor. A little help occasionally will be acceptable. "Old-Man-Afraid-of-his-Wive? " is the name by whioh Brigbam Young is known among the Indians. The supreme court of Iowa has just decided that heirship may be resident in an illegitimate child. Reports show that the ootton crop of the United States for 1875 is between 4,050,000 and 4,150,000 bales. A lunatic in the Norwich (England) hospital killed three children before he could be captured and taken care of. The New Haven Journal suggests that the Centennial ooffe pot will probably be exhibited on the " grounds." New Jersey turned out 1,500,000 Eonnds of grapes last fall ; 200,000 were ept for making w ne, and the rest exported. A widow informed a friend at the funeral that she couldn't' tell whether she would wear mourning or not until her husband's will was read. . A Readme orirl will insist on wearinar boys' clothes, and her father advertises for a remedy. Dress up a yonng fellow in girls' clothes and marry her off. "Puts and calls" may be properly defined thns: Yon put your money in ft the liands of a broker lor the purpose of speculation and call for tho profits in vain. It is said that since thrf abolition of purchase in the British army many retired officers have entered the ranks in the expectation of working np to a commission, "What! uo more ammunition?" cried tho captain of a military company on a field day. ''No; no more, repliod his men. " Then?ah?oease firing," replied the officer. An offioer who was shot, a grape shot passing through his body, is alive and holds the office of sheriff of Middlesex county, Conn., and is now enjoying good health and strength. Bergh, the philanthropist, is trying to got t.genis appointed all along the Now York canals so as to arrest all drivers using horses galled or injured. Tho canal drivers do not like this. Four wives in Virginia City celebrated New Year by christening their babes, and a fifth wife, being present, cried herself into hysterics, because she had no baby with which to oelebrate. A woman of Pekiu.^ll., was asked by ' her minister if her husband feared the Lord. She replied : " Fear him! Bless you, he is so afeard of him that he never goes ont of a Sunday without taking his gun along." A >v lhcoupiu euiior iJUUHtrHtou we prevailing extravagance of the people nowadays by calling attention to the oostly baby carriages in use, while when he was a baby they hauled him around by the liair of his head. Leading poultrymen have pnt in a request for five acres of the Centennial grounds, and 5,000 pens, at the Philadelphia exhibition, for the display of chickens, ducks, turkeys, geese, pigeons and poultry products. The cost of governing Great Britain is about $515,000,000; the cost of governing the United States is $645,000,000?thase sums including all the expenses of federal, State, county Mid municial government. A. chinaman in California, whose life was insured for a large amount, was seriously hurt by falling from a wagon. There was some doubt of his ever getting better, and at length one of his friends wrote to the insurance company: " Charlie half dead, like half money." Rev. Mr. Shipman, of Norwich, Conn., says that he was once called to marry a man who was to be united to his fourth wife. As he approached Ihe couple he said, as usual: "Please rise." The man fidgeted about oa his chair, and finally remarked : " We've usually sot." The sight of a woman driving a cab attracted the notioe of the police in Glasgow, and the regular driver was found inside the vehiole, dead. The woman had gone on a spree with a com E anion, and had given the man so much quor that he had passed from insensibility to death. Desperate Women. Jennie Collins, in the Boston 'lYanscript, tells the following story of the working girls of that city : On a Saturday night, not long ago, three girls came home with their week's par, and, as the first one said, "Mother, hold your apron," all threw their money into it. T ilkA Vaaamaa AUA? L QUU^rttlUUkMTU Mio UiUIOAUI, ?uwiuor VUOJf were so good. Slie answered: " I wish they were bad, then it wonld not break my heart to see them deny themselves every pleasure and work like slaves." * One girl, who was out of work and in debt last spring, eonld not bear the cross looks when she went to the table, so she in hev despair wandered into a street car house, sleeping under a oar three nights and sitting in an office in the davtirae. This exposnre to the cutting oold winds nearly oost her her life. When she found something to do she dropped on her knees and began to pray.