rUBLllHlb VVBBTTHUK8DAT MOEKINQ 3D. EV, paopi A.UBM !■ Adrance. !•• •••$!* Ome gqnura, ftnt imertion qq0 B^ooud insQrtioQ t •.••••••....1.00 ■uWtO^CDt CoatrMt »dT«rti»«menU in»«rtedtipoa tj»» jlMviac* Notices end Obfanriec, Mt noccdiag sis limes. ImserUd free. •FOR U8 PRINCIPLE 18 PRINCIPLB-^RIQHT IS MQHT—YESTESDAY, TO-DAY. TO MORROW, FOREVER.” :et 13 Err j;umm i =tar :n VOL xn. NO 8. DARLINOTON, 3. 0.. THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 35,1886. WHOLE NO 581. /« belli u to prie these ertbeeUioa,ii»4 we Eunbtoe Mile* fmetiwe Hi rsery yrt|>ehr»f ehOTjemeOilmg eew wwb. We^Weelwape*pMfnewi te Sll estltreml sheet Mtfe* Tor Bktte? BIU Heede, Lotus IheSb. €m(«W INhS UUt Pesters. Ciremta*, PtNKphhrth, lie. All job werb «e.t beptfd fW a'lif ittni BtUtk, o YOUTH RENEWED. ••I wtefc Y weiw m bf ***‘« 1 ” go sighed s mss o’ertssked ; Amd fate was at his elbow'theft a A ad graated what he ashed. I' > ^ ■ 1 Bsdaead agaia U boyhood's sise, Henvad hiaieelf oace norSL (J «. The aswiraat for sMay a prise That he had lost before. Bis seheolssates all around hist pressed, iStrtr, t kil youthful sost * '' Ter toil er sport was gome, The lessees that were easy ones Were aew mere hardly dous; ■a Mt histself the very duties That ha had Belied, bis sop !'. . .. The bleaders that be mads of old ■s aew avoids at will; ethers, grower, 4s%dHer, held Their Uad sheet me 4ill. - The hade around leek ea and qm» This Solon gone to seboel— They think that all hi" eautioa is The wisdom of a fool! Things are aot always what they seem ; And when tho man awoke Pram what was hat e"lh*«»ad dream la eke rad toaep ks woke: •Lifs’s rale is easily understood— We may aot lire agaia ; Bet boyhood's days for boys are good, Aad maabood’s dayrfor men ” The Barrister’s Bride. The Reverend John Derby, one of tike moot pious end learned min isters of tba English Cburcb, died in 1812, sincerely regretted not on ly by tbe friends « bo bad known Mm intimately in private life, but afeo by those who bad listened to his preaching. His family consist ed of an only daughter named Car olioe. Jast before bis death be de termined to leave her to tbe guar dianship ot tbe only man be sin cerely loved, s former pupil whom he only t bought of as Col. George, hot who had si one become Lord Wilton. ▲t that Lord Wilton was with hie regiment in Spain. At Victoria he heard ot the death of tbe worthy John Derby, who by hi* last will bad left him a pretty child to pro tact, a ward to educate. At such a distance be could only, after accep- ing the legacy, write to his sister, Mrs. Fane, and beg ber to receive the orphan at ber home at Brent ford until bis return. A short time after, being wound ed at the battle of Victoria, he re tnrued to England, and hastened to receive in person bis old friend's legacy. He expected to find under hie sirtei*s care a child to bring np, m pupil to educate. To bis aaton ishment be found a young lady, with more than ordinary beauty and intelligence; ebe waa about sev eateea, and even at that age was diatiagatshed by a certain ardor aad exaltation of miad which gave a boldaeas and originality to all her ideaa, sentiment* aad words. ‘ the 1 8be lived Te the eyee ot Caroline the wr rid waa a poem, a romance. lietg, redlitie* dTMWfc dany lift aetnaNy tofotlod ber. and it was with tbe greatest rclntance that she maned from ber imaginary rambles throogb space. She was so mudly • artied liy the fainest -ouikI, «e qaiekly touched by a single word, end so ialeasely excited by tbe amal lest adventure, that ber friends at Brentford gave her the oams of "Poetry»penooitisd. Lard Wilton was wary much as toaiahed at tbe eooeotriettiee which he dally discovered in Caroline’s r, and at first distressed and l; hat be was young, rather an original himself, and he qaiekly became passionately attach •d to his beeatifhl ward. On ber aide, Caroline was muob astonish- ed to find her guardian a man of thirty, olevtf, intelligent, and full of poetic enthusiasm, instead of an atderly, dull, common pi hoc sol tier such as she bad expected. The dis corny delighted ber, and in a littte while she wu^egdy In^pve with ■'iitert* taiowtn- al affection did not eacapc thoob- k-J'ane, and she de- to pat mi ond to this ex travagance, this aiyatctiOaefm|iion which was otibosivo alike to ber pride and berprinciplee. She spoke piaialy to ber brother's pretty ward, told ber what she bad observed, and begged her to think seriously of tbeeaormoas distanoe that separ ated the poet’s mansion from the Bbe appealed td her modesty, her lurage sad ber grati At last Mrs. Fane’s eloquent fBdigaatkn triumphed, and Caro- Use, weeping bitterly, promised to love and admire her guardian no longer. For complete security, Mrs. Fane at last induced her to promise to auny a rich baronet who had made her an offer. i The euffedqgs Induced „ by the or«M daty thus ithposeT up6n ber fiaally earned one of thoee fits of poetic fervor ot which 1 have al tdy spdterfr lb wet* fiery imag inatioa despqir paweiLasbopc had fts illosiens dbd ftsmfoams; in ber day dreams, instead of brooding dnhr her love for Lord Wiltoo, she thought of the immensity of sorrow pud loop. tihe-eoBW apt.be happy, and so took deligbl in exaggera ting the chances of misery; as it was impossible to end tbe love ro mance in the bHppiness of marriage in ber aching heart she composed the mournfnl poem of abnegation find sacrifice. J v Lord Wilton, who listened and looked on in silence, waaeatirthr aft a loss to account for the sudden change in tbe girl. Her apparent anxiety to marry this rich old man inspired in bjm disdaio and disgust and anger. He ooald not pardon ber preference for Sir Edward Ban ister a newly created baronet, a tongh sailor, with about as much grace, manners and cultivation as a t)—fo | After many nseless remonstran oes, Lord Wilton prepared bis ac counts as guardian, adding a band- some. upm to Caroline’s fortune, and presented her wjttf lau elegant tsewesaen and wadding presents. Praying to God lor tbe happiness of tbe woman be bad lost, be buried bis love in a sunny spot in tbe place of honor in his memory. / After ftbe wedding Abe newjy mar tied couple started for Edinburgh, where Sir Edward Banister’s family lived. Lord Wilton remained at Bieutfnrd with Mrs. Faue, but upv- er bad tbe least suspicion of ber uu fortunate influence in promoting tbe marriage of Caroline. Some months later, rnmor spoke loudly of a new resolution taken by Lord Wilton ; be intended to leave tbe army and stud; law. In fact, tbe young officer threw aside bis uniform and adopted the black robe; remembering tbe labors and triumphs of bis university du\ s, be determined to achieve tbe difficult task in wbicb Lord Erskioe sue ceeded, hod one day tbe coloue! be came a barrister Truly it miuht have been said that be had a pre sentiment of the opportunity his new career would give him ot sav ing tbe woman be loved. Lord Wilton became one of tbe most celebrated orators at the Eng lish bar; brilliant and pathetic at tbe same time, his fiery eloquence almost scorched bis bearers as it passed over them. He was mug liiflcent bat dangerous, for at rimes be sacrificed logic to wit, truth to anger, and conscience to passion. One day when reading in bis stu dy, bis servant banded him a let ter jast arrived from Scotland. Tbe letter, written by Caroline Banister was the first be had received from bis ward in five years. Joyfully, witb trembling hand, he broke the seal, bntso< n a tear fell from bis eye on tbe terrible missive, wbicb con tained only these words: — “Gkcirok: —l need yon to save me from death, and still worse—in famy ! Come." -TO-vr ■ fT “Quick, quick ! My carriage, hot - sea! Caroline’s life and honor are in danger r* At last b« arrived in Edinburgh, and inquired,— “Whereis Lady Banister’shousef’ “This is it, my lord.” “But wby is tbe h< use shut up f What do mourning liveries mean f Can I see Lady Bauisterf Where is she I” “lu prison, my lord." “In prison ! And wby T” “God only knows!” “But 1 will know! Coachiran, to tbe prison!” Arrived at tbe prison, be announ- ed,— “I am Lady Banister’s counsel." “Enter." “Caroline," be eried, on seeing her, “you are pale, worn, almost dy ing." “Yes, I am very unhappy," said Caroline, kissing the baud of him who had come to save ber. • “You mast know that the crime of wbicb 1 am accused is a terrible one. Tbe liveliest symiiathy and the bitterest hatred aie excited on my account. George, you see before you a wo man who is accused of poisoning ber husband “What! Sir Edward Banister !" “Yea, be is dead; and now I need a defender. My trieud, Caroline, yonr child, is ready to answer every question, and prove to yon that she is innocent. Believe me tbe wor thy daughter of an honorable man —your reverend tutor, John Derby. I am innocent. George, save me!" “I will save you I" said Wilton. "My father be"rs you. May God aid you I" cried tbe young woman. Lord Wilton settled himself in a hotel to await the end of tbia trial, wbieb from the widespread interest It excited, and the great diversity of opinion with regard to it, threat ened to equal the other great scan dal of the age, the trial of Qumo (biroline. Time paaeed alowly: the montba aeemed ages to the misery of Caro line hod, tbe noble anger of Lord Wilton. As bad been foreseen, tbe opeatag scene* el the tnal were dra d WritoP, "ith tbe enthu- ng love, endeav ored to eom bat tbe onward march of the relentiesa tragedy. Witnes- depoeed to tbe eccentric char actor of Caroline. “Slander!* an swered ber defender^ They testi fied against tbe private life of his client. He cried “Injustice!" They swore before God and mao that Lady Banister one day offered her husband a glass of sherry, and science proved there was poiapq in the bottom of the glass. Aga n b* aeswerod,‘Falsehood and calumny!’ He no longer defoeded ber, hot at tacked all accusers, and roared like a wounded lion. He belittled all g e world ; in tbe place of Lady aufster his wild anget ntfoied at (he bar judge. Jury, witueuses, in feet, all who would not adfoit the innocence of Caroline. Fatigue and the violent emotions of the trrugale at lent aided the de- vwtion of Lord Wilton iu an eaea- expected manner. Une more ait. tier, : 'and Curoitee would pro bably have been convicted hi a pri soner ; but suddenly at tbe very moment of beginning an almost im possible line of defence, Caroline's advocate fell back on his seat, pant tag, exhausted, fainting. Physi cians came to his assistance, but bis atlte was considered so danger- one that the trial was remanded until next sessrod, and this fortu nate delay WaU not lost by either bt rrister Or eliant. Wiltofi Was eon Tinned ot the ae- ousation, and filled . with lovs for Caroline, to dear her pawe aud crush her accusers he would bpve given his last breitb, the last drop 6t blood. His enthusiasm was so great that for her sake he invented tbe strongest climax to ber defence 'ever heard in a court of justioe. He bravely went to Caroliue and offer ed to tormiiiate Abo defence with thaanuouooameot of bis marriage to tbe widow of Banister, Yes, he did not fear to beg to entreat her to take his name in exchange for that she bore; and the loving ward consented to hide ber widowhood nuder the noble name of Wilton. A minister, two witnesses and a special license, and tbe deed was done! Wilton married Carolfhe in a corner of the prison at Edinburgh. From that moment her cause was gained in tbe sight of God; justice might have convicted simple Caro line Banister, but how could she condemn a peeress who bad just re ceived one of the most noble tides iu the three kingdoms f Tbe defender’s task had become easy ; Wilton’s new defence was ad mirable; pubic prejudice had al most disappeared, aud at one elo quent passage smothered applaUfte was bfard ; and finally the eloquent orator added, with a voice shaken by emotion:— “There is no longer any Caroline Banister. 1 see at the bar only La day Wilton, my wife, and I ask of you her honor—and my own." Two or three boars after Caro line’s acquittal, Wilton sat alone iu a room iu tbe little bouse which he had taken for hia wife. He no lon ger aaw around him the actors io the legal drama just eoded ; be was uc longer influeaced by the ardor of secret hope, carried away by hia own eloquence or blinded by inspir ation and eutbnsiasu,. He was cool, calm aud impassive; the judge had already rep,seed the advocate. He began to remember all tbe cirenm- stances, all the testimony, and every detail deposed against the in- uocenoe of Caroline; be coaid not forget what bad been said against her character and private life; be doubted; began to interrogate bis own conscience. The name of Sir Edward escaped hia lips, and in im agination be saw the poison drop pad into tbe fatal glass. At the same moment Lady Wil ton appeared on tbe threshold, a smile on her Bps, happiness iu her eyes, beautiful, radiant, rehabilita ted by men’s jnstice. Without no ticing ber husband’s pallor : and emotion, Caroliue threw herself on her knees beside him, longing to lavish on him ber thanks, caresses, promises. Sudden y she perceived that be was pale, weak, aud ready to feint iu her arms. Alarmed at (his weak ness which she attributed to tbe tatigue aud emotions of his tri umph, she ran across the room, and poormg out a glass qf sherry, lifted it to bis lips. Tb4 Sight of this sim ple beverage alarmed Wiltan $ be started like a man awaking from'a nightmare in hofror, snatched the glass trom ber trembling hand, and emptied it on the floor, drop by drop, apparently seeking iu it some frightful thing wbicb be remember ed «1th horror. “George," said she, growing pale Id her turn, “what are yon looking for in tbe glass f” “For poison." answered Wiltoo. Caroline gave a cry of agony, and with her eyes fixed npou this new accuser of L idy Banister, she said kneeling at bis fed : “George, yon had bettor hava left me to die by the band of tbe executioner." “There is tbe poison,’’ mnrmnred Wilton, led ing fell tbe fast drop of sherry. Then said CaroTTrt*, with thegloo- my anger of despair: “Yes, I did poison Sir Edward, and yon are my accomplice; I lev- ed you always, and 1 love ye* still. It was my iove that ruined me. I was determined to-see you again ; ( waa determined So live for you : aad I killed tbe husband that bad been forced upon me. Now answer me! Wbicb ef usis tbe most guilty F Lord Wittea did not answer tbe question; he crushed under bis heel tbe glass that bad feileu from bis bund, mattered some an intelligible words, end trom tba’ moment ended the intellect and &o- queues of tbe celebrated barrister. Lord Wiltoo was mad I Caroline accepted her punish meat, ii.iy and night she devoted herself to him. Sometimes, a beo suffering intensely, she said: “1 have no right to live except to suffer; after the pardon of man, sow let me endure the justioe of God I" Time, sufieriug and crime were powerless to Carol joe’s folly spirit. Fane to faoe with bar terrible mad ness, she lost none of ber romantic exaggeration, none of those poetic ideals which from tbe s -veotb bea veo sometimes preeijiitate one iato a moat anpoetio reality. For want of a higher ideal to realize, site now dreamed out a poem of explanation, as sb* bad foi meriy dreamed one of ifioe. . > < The Monument to loe. A correspondent bt the America* Register states that a distinguished American sculptor, whose name is withheld, recently shipped from R one a model for* the proposed equestrian monument to Gen. Rob ert E. Lee, to be erected in Rich rnond, Va.. and for which several unsatisfactory competitions have already taken plane. 1 The model in question is in tbe form of an exqnts itely designed architectural base, square in shape and diversified with graceful ooiomns in half relief. Ris ing from the centre of this is a short fluted column or altar piece, so to speak, placed npon a smaller base, and decorated with a bevy of beau fui childish figures supporting circu lar shields representing the eleven Southern States and occupying spaces between them. The column is surmounted by a colossal female figure, typifying the genius ot tbe South, witb one baud resting upon tbe plough, while the other is ex tended forward as if ready to crown tbe warrior whose name she de lights to honor. Projecting trom the principal base is an extension ol tbe same height aud style of archi tecture, bearing Qpou it the eques trian statue of Lee, which at onoe arrests tbe attention of the behold er as a striking and original con ception. Tbe bfrse aud rider, though in a manner such as only a man skilled in horsemanship could conceive of, seem to divide tbe hon ors witb each other iu the contrast of expression created by the sculp tor. Gen. Lee is shown as sitting ertot aud I Miking intently towards a distant point of interest, but yet calm aud strong and self |M>iaed iu bis conscious knowledge irf tbe sit nation. The horse, ou the contra ry, while represented as obeuieut to bis master’s will, and awaiting bis signal for action, is stepping slowl.\ forward, but reaches hia bead aloft aud towards the point of danger, indicating by hia dilated nostrils aud eagerness of eye that be scents the battle afar off. It is » portrait of an animal in full sympathy with bis rider, aud yet teeming with ex oitemeutaud impatience to partio pate iu the event about to traus- pirv. The couceptiou of the whole, it is claimed, is a superb cue, full of tbe lofty tygnity of character befit* ting the original, and baa the bigb artistic quality of expressing tbe strong emotion both of the rider and hia steed without *resort to the too frequeut necessity of physical action. 7- 1 1 '• IF ■ ^ • ■ Fable of the Babbit aud the Goat, A goat once approached a pea nut stand kept by a rabbit, purchas ed five cents’ worth of peanato, laid down a dime, and received a punch- en nickel iu change. In a few days the goat came back, called for an other pint of peanu'a, and offered tbe same uioket in payment; but iu the meantime bad stopped the hole in it with a peg. “i can’t take that nickel," said tbe rabbit.' “This to the very nickel yoa gave me in change a few days ago," re plied tbe goat. “I know it is," continned the rab bit, “but I made no attempt to de ceive you about it. When you took the coin the bole was wide open, aud you could see it for yourself. Iu working that mutilated com off on yon I simply showed my bast- ness sagacity ; bat now yon bring it back with the hole stopped up and try to pass it with a dear intent to deceive. That is fraud. My dear fioat, Fm afrait the grand Jury will get after you if you are not more careful about little things of th s sort." Moral: This Fable teachaa that tbe moral quality ot a business transaction often depends upon the view you take of it. Walter—“Will you have aome salt with your eggs F Guest—No, thanks; they ain’t at all Irssh." CapU’s festoffice. Throngs of hurrying people ware hastening along one of thnae great thoroughfares which traverse tbe metropolitan heart Tbe white glare of tbe electric light cast a corps like pallor upon tbe varied countenances ot the scurrying multitude. A reporter stopped at a tobacco shop whiob war quite like tbe majority ot its kind. Tbe toma hawk ot the figure at the door bore the legend, “I’ll hit you real bard." Through the curtained doorway could be beard tbe twinkle of a mandolia, A muffled form went iu. It was a brigandish figure, capped with n cylindrical bat. The reporter beard ike salutation and answer: , “Boenas tardea, Beuorita." “Buena* tardea, Saaor." Within five minutes the brigaud reappeared and a brace ot letters which he had clutched in bis gloved uaed were there no longer. The reporter ventured to opeu the door and found bimaell in the peristyle ot a Cupid’s croNstowii temple. The presiding priestess waa dosing apon a divan Itehiud the cigarette coun ter. Above ber hung a case with numerous pigeonholes filled with perfumed letters of the billet dotuc kind. It waa a “quiet” postoffice, aud the aeunrita, was the poet-mis- tress Men came and went, briog- ing lelterM,leaving letters, wreathed lu the SMtue made to-order beatific smile aud all pronouncing iu tbe very hame manner “bpenaa tardea," wbicb was the password, Hudden- ly a secret door opened from tbe hallway ol the fliodiy flat house un der which the dubious shop was situated. “Alma mia," murmured tbe y*png lady who entered witb a heavy tngedy acoeutaud a well-develop ed Delsarteau sigh. “A letter. Rosie, or I die." A letter was produced, for Rosie nevei disappoints ber paying cus tomers. Tianquilixed, the young woman drew her veil tightly across her face. She had noticed the stranger. Then she asked of tbe seuorita : “Hew long since bubble was here V “An hour ago," waa tbe distres sed response. “Have you any more of those dear little cigarettes F she articu lated, and after pocketing a pack age or two tbe young wemau was ofi wit^a rush. TbeTO|Mjrter asked tbe postmis tress bow business was. “Madre di dio* !” was the reply. “Thanks to the ever increasing progeny of fools, business ia gotd. and the holiday season aa yet not at hand. 1 get a dime for every; letter delivered, aud am so popular with my patrorsthat—well, tbe per quisites are not inconsiderable." Then tbe reporter was permitted to examine tbe letters. Some were written in Fifth avenue script and some from Hoboken or thereabouts. Some bore the name of a well-known club and others came from where tho aboriginal tribe is worshiped exclusively.—N. T. Herald. A Haunted House. About four miles to tbe south west of Wabash, Indiana stands a little cluster of houses. The inhab it aids are intelligent farmers who have retired from agricultural par- suits, intent ou ending their days iu Arcadian simplicity and quiet. Oue half mile soutb on tbe Somerset mail ronte is a frame cottage rap idly falling into decay. The heavy front door stands ajar on oue binge sufficiently to reveal a cheerless in terior with crumbling floor and walls. The nearest dwelling is a quarter of a mile distent. That the banding is the scene of speetrai gatherings everybody in town is convinced. About two weeks ago, whi’e Dr. Watson was driving past at mid- night, his horse suddenly stopped and then began to back. Glancing toward the old house the doctor was horrified to observe tbe figure of a man in the doorway dressed in black His coat and vest were thrown open revealing a white shirt. The figure swayed backward and forward for several moments. Tbe doctor aat dased, and then recover ing bimself applied the whip to bis horse, which sprang forward. Jefferson Brown, an old fanner, while returning home from a neigh- late in the night, saw a woman in tbe doorway of the same boose and heard groins. Tbe figure was dad in black and tbe dress was open partly in front, exposing a white under garment. She appeared to be suspended in mid-air, wRh bands nplilted as though in supplication. Tbe fignre of a boy was also ob served on another occasion by Mr Brown aud two other farmers, who beard the rattling of the rotten floefr. So frightened were they ail that they fled wfihout investigating the matter, and there Is ao disposition among the villagers to keep vigil. It is proposed by a party from Wa bash to watch night after night, and aclve tbe mjatery If nofotble. A Washington correspondent says that batons man on the sblp- bmldisg committee of the ever saw a ship. mm Pashm Pdivetf;. The “Bunco” Game. A “banco steerer" has been tel ling a World reporter how thieves t»ke io unwary, strangers iu New York He saio: “First of aU, you mast know that there are no dens in the btiai ues*. The boys hire a Airmailed room ou the first flocr of a building jo any qniet side street, telling the landlord that they are agent* for some company or other. Tbe hand shaker grabs a prosphron* looking stranger and slugs oat: *0qw are yon Mr. Gre*uf How are my friendM in BrbwnviHef The chump generally replies: ‘Why you’ve matte a mistake Tui Mr. Brown, from Greenville. Then the ‘shaker’ apologises, harries off and report* to the stevrer, who palls a book out of bis pocket and bants op Green* ville. The book by the way, is what is koowo as a banknote re porter, and givdn a complete lUt Of all the banks in ihe qdbiitry. From the list the steerer finds Chat Mr. Jones Is President of the Greenville Bank and that Messrs. Smith and Gray are among its directors. Off he goes to the chump, shakes hands with him, calls him by name and saying be is Mr. Jones’ nephew asks for the health of the Smiths, Greys and othef prominent people. See! The chump is flattered by tbe attentiousjof the bank presidents stylish nephew, and it does not take long to Steer him into the room where the boss banco man ia waiting to play bis part. There is the nsnal story about tbe painting drawn ae in the lottery prize, then the cash price and tbe rest of It. Usually tbe clidhip bites hi a few minutes; be is anxious to get 1000 for 1100, be pots up hi* wad of bills, the boys get it, and be walks oat in a brown study, not knowing ex actly how he was done np, but qnite sure he has been swindled. “Complain to the police T Not much. The bunco men i« ave their office a minute or two after he does, and no one could find them; be sides, the man is ashamed to tell how green he was. Even If tbe boys are arrested you can’t find one man in a hundred who will go to a K >lice coart and give himself AWay r a sucker. “Then there's a very pretty scheme of Grand Central Pete’s. You’d tangfa to see the dozen* of farmer* he gets to lend him tfiO on a worthless check so that be can pay a man the balauoe due for an imaginary horse. That’s a dandy scheme, and its perfectly sate.' It generally takes tbe hay bag about an hoar to tumble after Ms been left steading outside s store where Pete has to go in tor a minute ou important business." Joke on a Journalist. L iat May a year ago tbe junior editor of the Lakevfow Examiner, with some littte aasiataooe from ourselves, placed two dozen Kla math Lake frogs, a quantity of uoilage, and a handful of tacka into a tied occupied by tbe editor of the Linkville Star. When the veteran of tbe quill shoved hia legs between the sheets and the tacks penetrated hia tender pink skin be set up in bed and inquired of yours truly whether oar bed had any in sect inhabitants. He said he w.is experiencing sharp pains like wasp stings. We remarked carelessly that while soch pains were almost invariably followed by paralysis, we bopml be would live until morn ing. He made another dive under tbe covers A cold, ^ipiy frag was disturbed aud began drawing it* slimy length up tbe joaraaliat’a off leg. Two more awoke, stretched, aud yawned, and with exultant croaks performed a double clog