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THI VOL. VI. NO. 2 Pictures of Memorj. BT ALICE CABY. Among the beautiftil pictures That hang on Memory's wall Id one of a dim old forest, That seemeth best of all; Not for its gnarled oaks o'den, Dark with the mistletoe; Not for the violets golden That sprinkle the vale below ; Not for the milk-white lilies That lean from the fragrant hedge, Coquetting all day with the sunbeams, And stealing their golden edge ; Net for the vines on the upland, Where the bright rea berries resi; k Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip, It seemeth to me the best I once had a little biother, * With eyes that were dark and deep ; In the lap of that dim old forest He lieth in peace at sleep. Light as the down of the thistle, Free as the winds that blow, We roved there the beautiful summers, The summers of long ago ; But his feet on the hills grew weery, And, one of the antumn eves, I made for my little brother A bed of yellow leaves. Sweetly his pale arms folded My cheek in a meek embrace, , As the light of immortal beauty 8ilently covered his faoe ; And, when the arrows of sunset Lodged in the tree-tops bright, He fell, in his saint-lute beauty, Asleep by the garden of light, Therefore, of all the pictures That hang on Memory's wall, The one of the dim old forest Seemth the best of all. f =====, HER HEART'S SECRET. " If you refuse Duncan Holcroft you are a complete idiot, Georgina Gilroy, and I wash my Hands of your affairs altogether." Mrs. Cassowin sails majestically from the room where Georgina, her niece, remains nervously clasping and unclasping her slender white fingers, and wondering why matrimony should be a positive duty in the code Dy.wmcn sue had been educated. She is only twenty two, slender, fair, and looking about sixteen, with her waving golden hair and soft, brown eyes. She 1ms two hundred pounds a year, all her owu.nnd why can't she be allowed to live a quiet life unmolested. Since her own parents died, about three years ago, she had been dragged I from the country parsonage, in which her father lived and died, saving the little fortnne for Georgina bv close econo- ! my, to her aunt's fashionable home,such as her mother pined for throughout all Georgina's childhood. " When yon marry, I hope you will I return to your proper sphere," Mrs. j Gilroy would say whenever she spoke of Georgira's future ; but she never heeded ? I much in those days. Sitting in Mtfc. Cassowin's grand j drawing-room, waiting for Duncan Hoi- j croft to come and propose to her, as her : aunt informed her he had requested : permission to do, Georgina, timid and gentle, felt her whole being rise in revolt. Was life to be to ber what it was to her aunt, a round of calling, shopping, party-goiiig, party-giving, interviews ' with'dressmakers and milliners? Could she not escape to some locality where i there \tere nobler aims and desires ? Where? Mrs. Cassowin had expostulated in vain. Hitherto, Georgina had been gently firm. But on this day even her oourage failed before her aunt's wrath at the proposal to dismiss Duncan Holcroft. He came across the wide drawing- j room as she sat thinking, his footfall ; unheard upon the soft carpet. He was tall, erect, handsome, past I fifty, yet not old; his eyes clear as a boy's, his iron-gray hair curly and abun- i dant, his gray moustache giving a mili- | tary air to his well-cut features. Faultless in attire, courteous in manner, he also possessed half a million attractions in solid investments. But all else seemed to him worthless compared to the possession of the slender, pale child, who half buried in a deep arm-chair, realized as yet nothing i of the yearning love in the large, dark ; eyes fixed upon her. It was scarcely to be supposed that ; Duncan Holcroft, bachelor as he was, : had traveled over fifty years of life with untouched heart, but he had Jived : over all other love till this one came i and conquered him. It stirred his heart with a sick pniu, when Georgina, looking up, paled to her l>/>? anno nrnvA (nil e\t folf oai/1 lipOf WX11IC 1IC1 XT'J to It ViV AUii V* ?VMA Mnv4 , trouble, seeing: him. ? She had always given him a frank, j cordial greeting:, and he had hoped to | win sweeter tokens still from her soft eyes and sweet lips, and instead he had ! lost what was already given. "Did you not expect me?" he said,; gently; "youlooked startled." " I did not know you were here, and j ^ it did startle me to see yon so close be- ! m side me!" Georgina said, a flaming j color shooting now over cheek and brow, | f as she wished herself a thousand miles ' away. He spoke to her gravely then, and i very, very gently, wooing her most tenderly, considerate of her youth, her timidity; and heartily ashamed, she oonld only sob and shiver. "Child," he said at last, "do distress you? Am I so hateful to you? that " But she interrupted him quickly: "You are not hateful to me," she said, impulsively. "I like you ever? ever so much, only?oh, why do you i want to marry me ?" He oould not keep back a smile, though his heart throbbed heavily with ! pain. " I love yon, dear," he said: " I love you far too well to wish to grieve you. Shall we be friends still ?" " Oh, if you will," she said, eagerly, ignorant of the stab in every word, " let us forget to^dav." ^ As if he could. But he was a true gentleman, a srnIcere, unselfish lover, and he led her en to talk of other matters till the ashv ? BE > * / i pallor left her cheeks and lips, and she was just her sweet shy self again, j Then he left her. Left her to meet such wrath from Mrs. Cassowin that she rose against her bitter } speeches. , "I will go to Grandfather Gilroy, since you are so tired of me," Georgina said. "I would! Go bury yourself in that wretched little farmhouse at Fry Corj ners; you, who might lead the fashion here, Duncan Holoroft's wife!" But even Fry Corners was preferable ! to Georgina, to the* prospect of leading j the fashion. I She shivered at the thought, shy little country flower, and accepted her aunt's ! ungracious dismissal. It even seemed as if she threw off a j burden as she stepped from her luxurious carriage at the station. Mrs. Cassowin, slightly remorseful, was at the last moment willing to revoke her decree of banishment, but Georgina would not see the flag of truce, 1 only half unfolded, and went to Fry | Corners. Ta ?^ o email -LI* WMb liUt U ouvuvj ? pumm a ' farm, managed by a miserly old man and ono maid servant of seventy or thereabout, whose life was a burden bei cause old Mr. Gilroy had failed to make her his wife, after accepting her attentions for a matter of thirty or forty years. i Georgina had the free, open oountrv, perfect liberty to do as she pleased, and j the command of her own income. But she was not happy. 411 do believe I am naturally of a discontented disposition," she thought, as she wandered up a shady lane. "I've got all I want, a oountry home, old women to help, and children to be kind to. 1 can play Lady Bountiful to half Fry Corners on a small scale. I have miles of good, useful sewing, plenty of books, my own piano, nobody to scold me, no finery to worrv over, and yet?I ?I wonder if Duncan Holcroft cares because I have gon6 ?" What made that question leap to her | mind a hundred times a day. She had refused him, put him out of I ber life, and yet she thought of his courtI iy manner, his grave, gentle kindness, | his real conversation, so different from ; the society small talk that wearied and [ puzzled her. Did he miss her ? She felt herself such an atom in his circle of friends; so lowly and little, compared to the belles fluttering ever I in his dew, so ignorant and insignia- | ' cant, that she could oaly wonder when she remembered the honor he had paid her. Spring flowers faded, summer bloom j died, autumn fruits were gathered in, winter snows melted. It was May again, and Georgina had been one year at Fry Corners. Tbe old farmer had failed in that year, 1 and very tenderly and pitifully his graudchild nnrsed him. And, wearying for an interest in life, Georgina gave time, strength, ami an unfailing patience to the qnernlous invalid, never faltering in her self-imposed duties. He died in May, blessing her with his last breath, and after the funeral, Janet, his old servant, produced a will giving her the frrm and the savings of years of grinding economy. Georgina had known of this, and had gently remonstrated when Mr. Gilroy would have made another will. 441 have more than I spend," she said; 44 and Janet has served you faithfully." ^ i ? JDUl once more liouieieee, bjuo jurncu u party of Mrs. Casso win's friends and went abroad. Here was surely interest, variety, bnt never ease for the old heart-hunger. What would fill her life,round it to its full perfection ? Love was offered more than once, but met no return, and she sighed heavily over her own hard heart. In Rome, where the party lingered many weeks, Georgina lived a new life of delight in seeing what she had imagined in hours of reading, what her father had often described to her, having visited the Eternal City as a tutor in his young days. But in Rome, one of the party, lounging in lazily to the general sittingroom of the wide house where they all lodged, said, half yawning : " Holcroft is here, down with the malaria !" " Where?" some one asked, indifferently. * "At the hotel where we stopped the first week we were here. He's going to die they say." " Die !" Duncan Holcroft! Georgina groped her way dizzily un- j perceived to the balcoDy. Could the wide world hold bo mucb j misery as pressed her down ? Like a lightning flash she read the I cause of all her restless craving since j she had left London. She loved Duncan Holcroft, king j amongst men. She had walked away j from her own paradise, olosiDg the door, ! and Duncan Holcroft would die, and j never knew she had loved him. At the hotel where they had stopped !} Why it was clese beside them. She oould be there in ten minutes. She never caused to think of propri- ; ety. Wrapping her head and shoulders j in a fleecy white shawl, she sped along i the street, thankful for the gathering ! twilight. The waiters paused, but led her to the | room. At fhe door she paused. " Bne- oouia see a sisier 01 cnarny i kneeling beside a high bed, could hear : a sweet voice say: " She is here/in Rome. When I am j dead carry my message. Tell her I loved her to the last. Yon will find her j at the address I gave yon. Georgina j Gilroy! Yon will not lorget the name ?" Trembling and white, Georgina crept! in, softly laying her hand npon Jthe sis- ; ter's shonlder: "I am Georgina Gilroy,M she whis- \ pered, very low. Bnt low as it was, the whisper reached Duncan Holcrbft's ears, and a smile lighted his white, wasted face. "Little Georgie," he said, faintly, "darling, have yon eome to say farewell?" "No," she answered, strangling the sob in her voioe; " I have oeme to pray ybn to live?for me!" :aui A.ND PORT BEAUFORT, S. C., A great joy lighted the languid eyes. 44 For you ! Georgie, do you love me at last?" " ] "I think I have always loved you," she sobbed, 44 only J know it, at last 1" 441 cannot die now," he said. And he did not. Clasping Georgina's slender hand fast, , he found the life-giving sleep all narcotics had failed to give him; waking ' after many hours to see loving eyes nnweariedly watching him. They were married when the priest , came in a few hours later, the good ( sister still remaining to share the nurs- , ing. But the life-giving joy was Georgina's ; love, and all the restless discontent left ] ! her happy life forever when onco she , oa/n-ai a/ Vior atta Vioarf juirn wc Dcviov vi <ivi vnU Mrs. Coasowin says she can't under- , stand why Georgioa had followed Dun- j j can Holcroft to Rome, when she might i as well have had a proper wedding and I reception at home; and Georgina has ' never explained. Fry Corners sees her no more, nor j will her husband make her a slave to j fashion or society, but hand in hand, ' thoroughly onf in heart and mind, they find useful work and teuder charity to j fill all the leisure hours when friendship's calls are answered. j * ~ _ i Fashion Notes. Long, close-fitting sacques with 1 | double-breasted fronts are the popular shape for low-priced cloaks. ! I Short round skirts are gradually mak- ( iug their way into popularity. They J are cut quite narrow, and are short enough to escape the ground behind. A single scantily pleated flounce or else | two narrow knife-pleatings form the plain border around the edge. As woolen materials are so heavy, , modistes are making sham lower skirts , of Qambric or of alpaca for heavy woolen suits, merely trimming them with ' a/ rt?a WAnl nr nltLP f oniric tVipm | UUUUt'CD VI IliC nwi, V* v?uv -u~ with woolen goods from the knee down. Some of the handsomest imported , dresses are made with the round waist, ( which, of course, must be worn with a , belt The 44 Breton " costume is only worn ! by little girls; its glory having departed l from 44 big " folks. i With satin brocades and embossed I 1 velvets has come in the Queen Anne style of dress, high ruff and all. Handkerchiefs are stowed away in , pockets no more, but are carried in tlie hand or attached to the wafe Valenciennes lace is more in demand , than point lace. The 44Holy Grail" pattern and other sacred designs, oopied | from robes in convents, are the choicest. The new material for morning dresses : very much resembles the old " Dolly < Vardeu " cloth ; as it is covered with 1 large designs, such as birds, insects and i flowers. A Japanese folding toilet glass is the 1 latest device; when placed on a dress- ] ing-burean, ladies are able to get a front, back and side view of their heads, with- ! out changing their position. The fashionable style of hair dressing is very low. in the neck. The rows of puffs worn outside the front of the bonnet and resembling fal^e teeth in their , stiff regularity, are no longer in vogue. The Telephone as an Aid to Divers. The Cincinnati Enquirer says : " Mr. John T. Guyre, the submarine diver, with the assistance of Mr. J. V. Shiras, solicitor for Bell's telephone, made some experiments with the telephone under water. Divers have always eagerly desired a reliable means of communication with those above them. Various plans have been devised, and all abandoned save the first and long-tried one?that of signalling by pulls at the life-rope. One very successful plan, save of expense, was to interpose a reservoir, large enough to admit a man in it, between the diver and the air-pump. Those above spoke to the man in the reeervoir, and he repeated it to the diver. This plan operated well. The sound was conveyed so distinctly that the man in the reservoir could hear the diver's hair rubbing against his helmet. This was abandoned on account of its expense. The telephone test was made in the river where 4he Covington waterworks pipes are being laid. The smaller telephone, the one used for receiving was plaoed within the dress, lying upon the diver's chest and near his mouth. This enabled him to get his mouth near enough to talk, but was very disadvantageous for healing. * Insulated wires connected this instrument with the one above. Mr. Guyre descended to a depth of eighteen feet. Every thing he said was distinctly heard above. He found some difficulty in hearing what was said, as the air, passing out of the helmet with a hissing and bubbling noise, somewhat drowned the voice of the telephone. This will be easily remedied*by making a telephone of suoh special shape that it will be near the diver's ear, and removing the airvalve to some point in the dress further from the ear. Mr. Guyre considers its use a fixed fact, and is delighted in believing his perilous business will be made less dangerous. Russian Editors and Sub-Editors. The anecdotes regarding the censorship of the press in Russia haye just had the crown placed on them in Moscow. FTorfi thfl Te.atrailnaia Gazette was held to have committed some offence, and on of&cer of the Press Bureau sent to the office of the paper. No one was present but the publisher, who was at once sternly summoned to fetch the editor. The publisher left the room, and returned I in a minute or two with a large pair of ' scissors, saying: I " Here, sir, is the editor." ! The officer was rather disconoerted, but soon reoovered himself, and exclaimed more sternly than ever : "No nonsense, fetch me the subeditor. " Again the publisher departed, and again returned this time with a pot of paste and a brush. "These, sir," he said, "are the subeditors. " In consequence all four delinquents i were arrested, and publisher, editor, and 1 the two sub-editors marched off to the police station to answer for their conduct. HW ROYAL C< THURSDAY, DEC THE WRECK OF THE HURON. I Lou of a United States Man-of-War?Over One Hnndred Persona Lone Their LivesThrilling Statement of a Surviving Officer. The loss of the United States man-ofwar steamer Huron off the North Carolina coast during a heavy storm adds another item to the sad record of disasters by sea. Out of a list of about 138 officers and men only thirty-four persons were saved. One of the four surviving j officers?Ensign Luoien Young ? tells ! the following thrilling story of the wreck: j A.bout ten miniates past one a. m. I was I aroused by the thumping of the ship I rr-Lnr. oka otmnlr hnftnm hard. The can- ! Tf UVU OUV UVi. UVU WV*V? ? bain sang ont as he came from cabin : "Hard down," meaning the wheel. I put on a coat and pair of pants, and then ran up on deck and found that it was blowing a fresh gale. 1 then heard the order, " Brail up the maih trysail," and assisted, but we could not take it in. I then asked the captain if we should throw the guns overboard? He said : "Yes, do it as quickly as possible." We got the pennant tackles hooked to the lee j gun, but could not remove it, because j she had bilged, and we could not get the gun over for the sea. The captain then ordered me to burn all the signal 11 could. In the meantime all the port boats and cutter had been carried away. The ship was lying on her port side, bilged ; her broadside inclined about forty degrees, and the seas breaking clear over her. I next went into the cabin and saved two boxes of Costar lights, and sent up Ave rockets besides burning over one hundred signals. The sea was then caving in the cabin rapidly. When I heard the order for " all hands to go forward as quick as possible," I hurried the quartermasters who were with me and some other men to go forward. As I passed the cabm door Mr. i French asked me if that was all. I stopped and told him "Yes." Tnenhesaid: "We must be quick." We all started forward together. I had held on to the Qatlinc cun. when a very heavy sea O O w . came over and washed me and about five others down to leeward. All but myself went under the sail and were drowned. I was caught in the bag of the sail and had both legs hurt by being thrown against the gaff. I then regained the gear of the nine-inch gun, and worked myself forward, though I saw Mr. French go in the main rigging. Also saw a number of the men standing in starboard gangway and in the first launch and another lot of men underneath the topgallant forecastle. I succeeded in getting upon the topgallant forecastle, with the assistance of those men already there. A number of men had on lifepreservers and one rubber balsa was rigged on the forecastle. Two or three of the men lashed themselves to the bowsprit Every one was perfectly cool and showed no signs of fear. The majority of us got close together on the upper side of the forecastle, suffering much from cold and exposure. The seas would break clear over us . and nearly mffocate us. Mr. Conway, watch officer, had one blanket, and shared it with Mr. Danner, Mr. Loomis and myself. We sounded over the side and found about ?ix feet of water. A little while after we sounded again and got seven and a iialf and eight feet. We then saw lights ane point on the starboard bow, and we ?ave three cheers and repeated it several rimes. We then saw that the flood tide vas making in fast, and the sea breaking ' * x >ver us worse. We nere saw our nrst aunch, the only boat left, stove in, and t knocked Captain Ryan and Navigator Palmer overboard. I then saw two men silled on the forecastle. Mr. Conway luggested that we make some effort to fet a line on shore. I said I would atempt it and called for some one to pnt lie balsa overboard, when a three-inch ine was made fast to the balsa and the tame lowered overboard, but it fouled vith the jibboom forguard and other ipars. I got down on the torpedo spar ind worked about ten minutes to clear he balsa, and called for some one to lelp me. Mr. Danner came down part )f the way and said he was too weak and :ould not get on. 1 told him it was our >nly chance, and he had better try. He iaid he could not and would hold on iwhile. Williams, one of the seamen, same down then and said he would go. 'n about fifteen minutes we succeeded n getting the balsa clear of the spars. [ could get no more line and First Lieuenant Simons, Mr. White and many ithers in the forecastle sang out to me : "The line is out; cut it and get on ihore if possible for assistance." I had a small penknife, but could not >pen it because my hands were so mmbed. Williams opened it and I suc;eeded in cutting the rope. I was then itruck several times by the spars?once n the small of the back and across the lips. We thought the beach ran perjeudicular to the ship. It was feggy " ' 1 * iL- ~1~ UrUAn mu we coma noi. see me buuxo. tt he line was cat the balsa went toward he stern of the ship and we thought we vere going to sea, which was one thing hat misled the majority of the ship's company. We paddled the balsa with )ieces of panelling. Near the stem of he ship a heavy surf struck us and captized the balsa end for end, my leg beng jammed tight. It held me underleath the water for a while, but both iVilliam8 and myself regained the balsa, vlien I told Williams to get on the end md we would swim and steer the balsa n, for fear of another capsize. We were hrown over again, and. the sea threw j xM i , o rv> a oTTjQ-c aVwrnt. tan feet- Mv arm I 1 T JiliaiUO UTTUJ w? ^ )eing jammed, I was thrown on my )ack. When I came up again it was nther still water, so I swam along and >ushed the balsa toward Williams, and io got on top, stood np and looked iromnd. He said that he saw masts of ishing vessels ahead, which proved to )e telegraph poles on the shore. I said ;o him : " Well, steer for it." We jnpsized twice more and before we knew t we were on the beach. I told Williams :o haul the balsa np on the sands, in >rder that we might want to use it to send off to the ship. We landed about ;hree-quarters of a mile up the beach Tom the wreck. I found two of the nen inside the surf, but they were too veak to get up. I went down into the fvater and pulled them up. I then ran to the first house I saw, but found no one in it. I next started down the beach as fast as 1 could, my legs hurting me very badly. 1 found ten or fifteen people T T )MMERCIAL :EMBER 13, 1877. from the shore standing opposite the wreck looking at it. I told them to go further up the beach and do all they could to save the men, as they appeared to be landing np there, with a very strong current running up the coast We pulled out several more of the men. I asked the shore people where the life saving station was. They said there was one seven miles and another four miles I down the beach. I saw a man on liorse| back and sent him to the upper station j for assistance and to telegraph to Washj ington for assistance to the wreck. This J was about seven a. m. Then I saw Mr. Conway, who had just landed. I asked the men on shore why the life car was not there. The.v told me the life crew, consisting of thirteen men, were at Roanoke | Island. I asked them why they did not bring the life car up. They said it was locked up in the station, and they ! were afraid to break open the door. I told them if they would come with me I would break open the door and get it out. Five of them volunteered to go. I j asked them if they saw our signals, and they said they did, even the very first signal. I then walked and ran down the beach with these men to the station. We found no one there, but saw a team coming down the beach, which proved to be that of Sheriff Brinkley, of Dare oounty. I broke open the door, got out the mortar and lines, broke open a locker and found powder and balls, which Sheriff Brinkley brought up in his team, but when I got back to the scene of the wreck all the masts of the Huron were gone and no one was on board. An Arizona Fight. - Says a recent issue of the Preecott (Arizona) Enterprise: Yesterday afternoon quite a ripple of excitement was created in our usually quiet town by the appearance of two genuine border ruffians on our streets. They first made themselves troublesome at Jackson & Tomkins' saloon, where they drew their revolvers and flourished them in a threatening manner. Col. McCall, who happened to be there, was covered with the pistols several times, and told that if he opened his mouth they would let daylight through him, and he wisely kept still. They then began firing at a dog, and afterward, monnting their horses, rode down Montezuma street at a full gallop, yelling like demons and firing right and left at everything that showed itself, the bullets whistling in unpleasant proximity to several persons who were on the street. John Baible's dog was the only thing hit by them. Proceeding on down the street, they stopped on the outskirts of the town and reloaded their weapons. Marshal Standefer and Col. McOall j armed themselves and got into Dnprez's i barouche and started in pursuit. Sheriff Bowers and Frank Murray, city mar! shal, also armed themselves and mounting their horses, started after them. , Standefer and McC'all passed the ruffians on the other side, and headed them off. Sheriff Bowers and Murray came up on this side, and the sheriff ordered them to throw up their hands and surrender, instead of which they opened fire on him. Tnllos, one of the desperadoes, slid off his horse and fired three shots at Bowers, all of them coining pretty close, when a charge of buckshot from the sheriff's gun brought him down. Marshal Standefer also emptied a load into him. Running across the road, Tulles got under the bushes and commenced to load his revolver, still refusing to surrender, when a shot from the sheriffs revolver stretched him lifeless. Vaughn, his oompanion, kept firing away, but was soon brought down with a bullet iu his head, but was not killed. There was so much shooting going on that it '" A- A-" ? I- - i.U ~ is almost impossiDie to ten wuu mcu iuc fatal shots. The horse Sheriff Bowers rode was shot in the hind quarters. This was the only harm that befell the pursuing party. Knowing Dogs. The Austin (Nev.) Reveille says: Willie Burgess, who drives a team of sixteen oxen, hauling wood, has a valuable assistant in an intelligent dog. The animal is of no particular breed, but possesses remarkable sagacity. It knows exactly what position the team should keep and how the oxen should go, and runs by their side and barks at them and bites their heels when they go wrong. The cattle seem to understand what the barks and bites mean, and obey them as intelligently as they do the commands and prods with the goad given by their human driver. The sight of a dog driving an ox team is not a new one to the writer of this. In the early days of White Pine there was a man engaged in hauling ore down from Treasure Hill to what is now Hamilton, who used for that purpose two ox teams, one of which he drove himself and the other was driven by his dog, a large yellow cur. The road wound with many curves down a steep mountain, but all that the man found it necessary to do was to attend to the brakes of both teams and guide the front team, while the oxen were kept in the road by the dog, which gave its orders by barks and enforced them by bitee. _ A Novel Swindle. A pork-packer of Indianapolis, while bartering for a car-load of hogs, recently, noticed that the backs of the hoes were covered with mud, and an examination of the floor of the car revealed to him the fact that the alluvial accumulation was not a matter of accident, but of design, several hundred pounds of clay of wonderful adhesive properties having been systematically thrown upon the floor and dashed with water, to which the hogs, with their well-known propensity for wallowing, had gone with considerable gusto. He did not like the appearance of the muddy porkers, and refused to buy, but later in the day ascertained that the drover had sold his hogs to another packer, and was bragging loudly that he had not only saved shrinkage, but received more than thirty-seven dollars for the mud which enveloped J them. A Virginfa sheriff asked a murderer if he wanted to make a speech en the gallows, and he replied, " Guess not; it looks like rain, and I don't want - to get wet. Go on with the hanging." I RIBI $2.00 per A TOl'CU TO THE LAST. Jumping from n Trail and Running, Swimming and Fighting while Wounded. Deputy Sheriff Edsall, of Chemung J oounty, N. Y., was on hia way to Rochester on an Erie railway train, with Mike Murphy, a criminal who had been , sentenced to the penitentiary. When two milee west of Kanonah, and while . the train was running at the rate of j thirty miles an hour, Murphy jumped from the car. The train was stopped . as soon as possible. The officer went back, expecting to find the mangled body of his prisoner. He found the ground torn up for twenty-five feet along the traok where Murphy had tumbled 1 and ploughed through it. There was ' blood on the ground, but Murphy was 1 nowhere to be seen. Some men working near said they saw Murphy jump j off, and that he had picked himself up i and told them the conductor put him i off. He had started across the fields on a run. He was sighted by the officers nearly a mile away. The sheriff started ( in pursuit. Murphy plunged into Five < Mile creek and swam across, and ran up , along the stream. The sheriff crossed j the stream in the same way, and gained j rapidly on the fugitive. When within I ?olisvt l,a flwul of Mnmhr wVin jJlOlUi Oiiw uv mvu ?v ??MV then jumped into the watea a second ' time and crossed back again, and continued up the stream. The officer swam . the creek again. After running half a mile Murphy again swam the creek, followed by the sheriff. 1 Murphy then struck off into the fields ; and took the Hammondsport road, which ; he finally left and made for a thick piece of woods. In crossing a rough piece of 1 ground Murphy fell. He made two 1 efforts before he could get up. The sheriff was then so nearly exhausted 1 that he was unable to go much faster than a walk. Murphy reached the ' woods followed by pistol balls. The sheriff had noticed "blood at intervals on- | the trail. When the officer got into the woods Murphy was nowhere to be seen. The sheriff walked in, when he was soon almost stunned by a blow across his i neck from a club, aid, before he oonld < turn, he was siezed by Murphy, who 1 began to shower blows on the officer's head. The latter managed to free himself, and made an effort to use his revolver, but Murphy knocked it out of his hand, and tried to get the weapon himself. A straggle then began between , the two men for possession of the pistol. By a lucky chance the officer got the club Murphy had dropped, and, springing back, he struck nim a blow that felled him to the ground. He then choked Murphy until the latter was forced to beg for meicy. Edsall secured the pistol and marched Murphy in front < of him'to Kanonah station, threatening to shoot him if he turned or ran. Mur- , phy's weunds were in his legs, pieces of flesh having been torn out when he jumped from the train. How he man- , aged to ran four miles, swimming a swift stream three times, and then offer reeis- , tanoo to his pursuer, is wonderful. Fight with an American Lion. The Kansas Oity (Mo.) Times says: : There is now on exhibition in the Lin- 1 dell Hotel the rudely stuffed hide of a \ * j * - i ????. I very large ana ierwiuus-juvAmu^ muuutain lion, which was killed a few weeke ago in Hinsdale county, southwest of 1 Pueblo, CoL Mr. H. J. Minor and a partner named Henry Shane were engaged in running a pack train of burros, or small Mexican asses, over the mountains to the mines in the San Jnan coun- 1 try. They had just gone into camp- one ! night in Antelope Park when the lion made its appearance. It appears that ! one of the burros had given out from J exhaustion and had been left standing ' alone in the snow a short distance from camp. The animal, although almost ! unable to move, suddenly gave evidence 1 of great terror and alarm and commenced ] to bray. Mr. Shane started out of camp 1 to see what the trouble was. As soon as 5 he left the circle of the camp-fire a large mountain lion sprang upon him from a : projecting rock above him, and bore him j to the earth. His partner, Mr. Minor, ' saw the animal spring, and called at once ' to Shane to keep still. The lion stood growling over the prostrate man, with ! its two fore feet on his breast Minor ! dropped the ropes he was engaged in j coiling and seized a Winchester rifle and ! fir**! Thfl animal dr*m>ed and Shane 1 scrambled to his feet and assisted in despatching the ferocious beast. He was hart slightly about the breast where the claws had penetrated the clothing. The lion is but poorly staffed, but it is i quite a curiosity. It resembles a very Ibrge cat, and would measure perhaps seven feet from the nose to the tip of the tail. It is the largest and beet specimen of the Rocky Mountain lion species ever brought to this city. Lynched by a Texas Mob. Some three weeks ago says the Houston (Texas) Age, Deputy Sheriff "Williams, of Walker county, arrested an escaped negro convict, and was carrying him back to Huntsvilie to place him in ' the penitentiary. While on the way back, the negro requested permission to stop for some purpose, and the request was granted by Deputy Williams. The * handcuffs were removed from the negro, and as quick as lightning he grabbed the officer by the throat, and seized his pistol, with which he shot the officer twice in the breast, and with a knife he then cut the wounded man's throat and left him for dead. rTTv>fi nf tl?? nffifvr returned home 1 without his master, which excited the i suspicions of friends, and they immedi- ] ately set out to ascertain whafc%was the ( , matter. They soon fonnd the bleeding ] victim, who, despite the attempt of the 1 | negro, did not aie, and from him they 1 learned of the deadly assault * 1 A posse was quickly organized by the i citizens, and after a long search the i murderous convict was captured. Pre- j parations were made to make shor^work i of him. He was informed that he had- 1 to die, and if he desired to say anything i to say it at once, and be then confessed i that he had murdered the negro Henry i Pearson at Spring Station and fled. < Pearson is the same negro for whose < death Hero Dalton was tried befcre ' Justice Brashear and virtually gcqnitted. < The negro was then strung up to a tree j < and hung. His body was left hanging , i to the tree. 11 JNE 4 ina Single Copy 5 Cents. items or interest. When a Colorado man is asked whether he likes to be lynched, he says, " I'll be hanged if I do." Great Britain now cultivates nearly 1,000,000 fewer acres of wheat than she did twenty years ago. A flight of butterflies recently passed through Falls county, Tex. They numbered into the millions. A laboring man named Giles Collins has been fined five shillings in England for making a pet of a Colorado beetle. The income of Great Britain for 1876 was about $400,000,000, and of this amount $170,000,000 came from customs duties on wine and spirits, and excise duties on spirits, malt and licenses. It was rough on a fellow to have to oraf nn in th? middle of the niffht and hunt around for another blanket Bat It was rougher to find that the blanket wasn't there. Saw a sign in a barber's window the other day, "boots blacked inside." Couldn't for the life of as think why anybody wants the inside of his boots blacked. Shoold think it woold rain a Fellow's stockings. " What is the age of your little boy?" inquired a venerable gentleman of the mother of an impertinent youngster. " The sauce age, of oourse," replied the mother. The sage saw it. In South Africa rawhide is used as a substitute for all kinds of cordage. It is made into the drag ropes for the wagons, headstalls for the oxen, bridles for the horses, cordage for thatching the huts, slips for bottoming the beds, chairs ana stools. Railroad traveling in France is very safe, according to statistics. Between 1872-75 but one person was killed out of 45,258,270, and one injured in 1,025,860, while in England during the same period one was killed in 12,000, and injured in 336,000. The will of Mrs. Caroline A. Merrill, the rich New York lady, who, dying the other day, left nearly $350,000 toOcriiinfti McCloskev. is about to be oon tested. Seventeen nieces and nephews are to be the contestants on the ground that the deceased was insane and was under undue influence when the will was made. t An ingenious use of carrier pigeons is on record. They were employed in Belgium to smuggle tobacco into France. Each bird carried a certain quantity of the weed, and two dozen pigeons per day were regularly dispatched. How long the new industry had been established is not stated, but one day it came to grief. A bird was too heavily loaded and he dropped with his burden, exhausted, into the Seine. A police inquiry resulted, and the whole business was exposed. "Mr. Editor." said he, producing a roluminious manuscript, "I've got a few remarks here on tbid* silver remonetization question which I'd like you to publish. I commence by showing that money is a circulating medium, as it were, and after proving that the ancient Hebrews had shekels of silver, and dealing with the commercial system of the inoient Phoenicians and Egyptians, we take in the classic ages of Greece and Rome, when the great sages and philosophers " ! 1!! ST *T! J Sitting Bull's White Chief. The commission which was sent to Sitting Bull made an important discovery in the fact that the warrior has in Iris camp a white prisoner, captured at :he Custer massacre. Before reaching Port Walsh rumors reached the oommishon that Sitting Bull held some of Custer's men as prisoners, and after the Irst conference one of the half-breed interpreters employed by General Terry visited the camp, and while passing through, was accosted in English by a person dressed and painted as a chief, nrho said that his name was Martin Ryan, who was a corporal in Company [, Seventh Cavalry, Colonel Keough s xmip&ny, and had been taken a prison3r at the battle of the Little Big Horn vith Caster. Inquiry apparently sabitantiated his assertion, and the following facts were ascertained : Ryan's life tiad been spared by Sitting Boll him" ?L- Wm inlft hu ovn fftTTU itJlI, WUU BUU^Vou uiu ly. Ryan made several attempts to escape, but being carefully guarded was lusuco.'ssful, and on each oocasion he tras severely beaten. He has now apparently accepted the situation, and Sitting Bull has made him a war chief ind married Byan to one of his own laughters. Byan has let his hair grow long in Indian fashion, dresses as an Indian, and is known by the Sioux as ?6 White Chief. Upon the return of the commission to St Paul General Terry caused the mas:er rolls of Company I, Seventh Cavalry, to be examined, and found that Martin Ryan's namd is borne as corporal, and bat he was present fojpkluty when hia command went into that fatal action of Fane 25, 1876. It was stated by the friendly Indians that there are several )thers of Custer's men prisoners in Siting Bull's camp, but Ryan's case was be only one which was verified. Siting Bull was asked the question direct Dy General Oorbin if he took any prismers of the Seventh Cavalry, and mswered flatly. "That is none of your josiness." ' 1 The Teacher's Overcoat. The Boston Oommonwtattn relates Jhifl school anecdote: " Francis Gardner, ^ ;he late head master of the Boston Latin School, was noted for his economy )f wearing apparel, npon which he prided himself, and frequently lectured he boys on tho folly of extravagance in that direction. One day he came into, the recitation-roem of a lower class, his are] 1-worn overcoat flapping at his heels, is usual. The lads, all of whom had just reached their teens, looked up from their books to see what was ooming. ' 1 D'ye see this ooat ?' said the old teacher, stroking the sleeve of the venerable garment approvingly, and glancing over his shoulder for the rear effect * How many >f you boys can say you have worn a *oafc for forty years, us I have this ?' There was a general laugh, in which the loctor joined, when, a moment later, it lawneri upon him that his coat mnst have seen the light a quarter of a century before any erf the boys were born!"