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if. ii.. i ggg ".'Hi III ZgSSBSSSSSSBSS^BSSi 1 I I , ! B M?1 ?i^??? ??ftgg^ *????-?- - - . - - s WINNSBORO, S. C., WEDNESDAY, APRIL 22, 1885. Sav?n!. The wind is spent and the srale is past. And the morning; sun shines forth at last; It shines on h strip of yellow gand. And a good ship sinking in sight of land. " " ~ ? J Over Her aock ana ner oanerevi muc Lazily washes the ebbing tide; Out of the rtrujrgle and deadly strife Lo! nothing saved but a baby life. A wee. frail thins: is the <mn poor waif? t A wee. frail thing to lv sound and safe: But all lorgotten its brief alarms, ^ It gayly crows in the stranger's arms. jj&b A Bailor looks at the little form? ** 'Tis a tiny craft to have stemmed tb9 storm!" He sighs a bit as he bends him low, And his thoughts fly back to the long ago. Just such a babe on his young wife's breast With clinglnjr fingers his own caressed; Just such another?but where is he? wrecKea ou me voj agv ui uic, maj w. Is this bat spared that in years to come It may drift away from its heaveniy home? The baby laughs as his boy once did; -Ah, will it bo so? Nay, God forbid! The sailor's hand has a gentle touch > For the^ake of the lad he loved so much; And soft from his lips are the words that fall, "God bless the children; God keep them all!" HnnanMB , i IDA'S PERIL. ' I see nothing as yet, Maggie. , I do hope Jesse will not disappoint lis." "Have no fear, Ida, replied Maggie; ,4and I declare, here they are!" A carriage stopped before the houseBoth ladies descended to receive Jesse and his friend, Arnoia, woo iea the way to the carriage, accompanied by the sisters, Ida and May Bronson, who were visiting their cousins, the Forsters. "By-the-by, Ida," said Jesse, "Ihare a letter for yon." "You have brought me ill news," she said; "the letter is from Eugene Har, ojave, telling me he will call tomor||r row." W <??*,? ??TT do hone vou'll make seme J ? ? ?r - >/ alterations in your toilette to receive Eugene Hargrave. That shade is very unbecoming to your complexion." "I-dislike Mr. Hargrave, Pattie, and will not dress specially for.him." "Of course you are at liberty to do as you choose, but some deference ought i to be shown him. He is tho richest man in the country and very influential," said Pattie. "What do I care for that?" Further conversation was interrupted , by the arrival of the man in question, and Ida rose to welcome Mr. Hargrave, who was rather handsome, but showed marks of dissipation. When Ida and May were about to re turn to London, Mr. Hargravewas profuse in bis expression of regret, and remarked. among other things, that he would do himself the pleasure to call on them in town. A fortnight later he did so, and Mr. Bronson, out of politeness, showed him every respect, and his visits became as frequent as they had been in the country. One evening, after dinner, when the gentlemen, consisting of Jesse Stevens, Bert Spragae, Mr. uargrave, ana Mr. * Bronson, were lingering over their wine, Har^rave tapped Mr. Bronson on the shoulder and requested a privk ate audience. r Tlie old gentleman, excusing himself, took Ear grave's arm and led him into the library, while Jesse and Bert sought lip the ladies in the drawing-room. "My dear Mr. Rroasoa, I am obont rr W comer quivo *lll uuuujl uu juui iouu!y," Hargrave said, waving his head majestically. < MAh, really? I am delighted, Mr. Hargrave. Xou have shown decided preference for my home and its inmates, and I need not assnre yon that I am greatly honored thereby." "Thank you. Now you have seen $s, my decided attentions to Miss Bronson, r 'but ere they go any farther may I enquire how much you propose to give U&i OO +* V4V T?*J Your request surprises me," answered Mr. Bronson. "I have given the matter no thought I must know how my daughter regards you before replying." "You surely cannot doubt my ultimate success with Ida? Remember what a marriage with me means." ;,I am aware of your position," was the retort, "and to avoid further pain you had best consult Miss Ida herself, ^ and after her decision we can arrange matters amicaDiv." ? And he rose, thanked him, and left the room, promising to send Ida. Hargrave, adjusting his eyeglass and refastening his bouquet upon hia tcoat, waited for Ida's appearance. Presently she entered, bright and smiling, and -loG&iag wondrously lovely in a bright bhwsifk'dinner-dress. "Papa mentioned that you wished to see me," she said quietly. "Your father was ri^ht Ida?there, don't be surprised?f wish to enquire whether Cuoid has ever touched that heart which I hone to win for my " TI?1' o>? | ..^ot knowing what heart you refer I to, I ca.nnofc exactly say." t*~ ?! mea/u are you aware of the drift of my atten.^oas to you?" "Tilat IS pi ay plain." He began to gr^w uneasy. He had rmade but poor heaa way thus far. "I ask you to be my wife," he blurted forth, after a paut""^ "to become Mrs. Hargrave, and rei?n mistress of my heart and fortune." "Mr. Ram-are. I recognize this W honor conferred upon me, but must decline it, since my affections are centred l * elsewhere. I esteem you as a friend, but nothing more." Hargrave, grasping her arm, hissed: "Woman, is this my reward for tolerating your insolent coquetries and contradictions? - Have I 'danced attendance on you only to be cast aside like a useless glove? You have aroused the demon of anger by this cool refusal." "Mr. "- Har^rave," exclaimed Ida, ^ queen-like in her outraged pride, "will you conduct me to the drawing-room, or am I privileged to go alone?" "I hare only this reply to make? that you have grossly insulted me, and 2* 1 it I ever have the opportunity to retaliate, I will not spare yon. Make my - excuses to the others, and remember r me a* your enemy/' "Shame, sir?' criad Ida indignantly. "And now accompany me to tne drawing-room. as your *brnp? departure mi^ht cause commest,,J Together they entered the apartment, rand ffcortly after HargTave made bis VAVUAM *ad lett tne house. Ida related her interview, and thev t J. J! sppjaaue'-i aer mouo oi proceeuiu^. "Say no more about it, requested Ida, and sue sat down to the piano and gave them some music. Then the party . broke up to meet the next evening: at W the reception by Mrs. Baldwin at Tell W Cottage. There, to Ida's great surprise, she met Mr. Hargrave; she bowed coldly to hi? salutation, and exchanged the formalities of the evening. She firmly declined dancing with him, however. "You will excuse me, Mr. Hargrave, ? * but after your threats to me, I must decline to dance with you." N "You are kind to remind me of them, Miss Bronson, and if my intention had been to forget of the past, your words would have spurred me to renew the old score." 44I care less than ever for your threats, sir!" And she turned proudly away from him. Stung to the quick, Hargrave sprang forward, and would have rudely detained her had not a gentleman come forward?Arnold Maynard?and inter fered. "How dare you molest a lady?" he said. Thee, turning to Ida, he continued: "It was fortunate I appeared in time." "By what authority do vou interfere?" And Hargrave advanced with menacing aspect. "Take that for your answer!" exclaimed Arnold, violently pushing him back. "If you were a gentleman, there would be no need for questioning me." "You shall hear from me, sir!" "Not another word; you are too iv\war.ilv to fitrllt." Hargrave slunk away, muttering angrily to himself. "What a bragging idiot he is!" cried Arnold, after he had left "I detest men of his calibre!" "He must have sprung from an obscure stock, for everything about him is base and iow." * And arm-in-arm they sought the ball-room, and in the waiL? lvrgvi. kucn au^' On the way home it was agreed to spend a month at Harley Bay, and preparations were begun on the following day. The third day after the reception at Tell Cottage, the party, consisting of Ida, Belle, and May, Jesse, Bert, and Arnold, found themselves domiciled at Harley Bay, determined on an enjoyable time. Having discovered that an old house upon the cliff was haunted, they resolved to pay it a visit, and on that Wn or. f WAAn VlTir* fT lr?W ftTlH tuv everything was propitious, the party set forth. Ida had takeu a good position upon a rock high above the ruins, and made sport of those who were more slow in ascending. But suddenly her voice was hushed, and, with a frightened look, she pointed to the extreme end of the building All eyes were instantly fixed thereon, and they saw a light moving to and iro, and a ghostly figure came in sight. "There is the ghost!" at last stammered Ida, recovering her voice. "How kind of him not to keep us waiting!" This jest, coming at such a grave moment. produced its effect, and peal after ueal of laughter followed it. Bert, struggling to climb higher, lost * i t-* ^ Ti.J 1 i uis noia, lumuieu, auu muucu mm a bruised head among the party. "This is really alarming," said Belle. "We had better remained at home.-" "Oh, it's nothing," answered Bert. "I was trying to elevate myself, and had a fall in consequence. Why, where's your ghost?" Sure enough, the spirit had departed, and darkness reigned supreme. "Who will follow me to yon ruins ouu v;Apiv;;c i to UIUUVU mjownw. tragically cried Ida. 'Lead on, fair maid, I follow!" cried Arnold in the same tone. They descended, and shortly found themselves in the rains. ... Bat their courage failed when the moon veiled its light beneath a clond, and the hoot of an owl emanated from the darkness. "i imns: we naa Deuer aeier our explorations till to-morrow. We have not provided for any emergency, and 1 am getting tired of this rambling." And Belle proclaimed herself exhausted by the scrambling over the boulders. This was agreed upon, and entering their carriages, tLe party drove away. The next morning Ida was up bright and early, and indulged in a row all by herself, refusing escort. "They had to humor her, and gave themselves up to various pursuits during her absence. When the hour for dinner arrived, and she had not returned, they began to grow uneasy. The gentlemen entered separate boats and departed in opposite directions, each hoping to be the fortunate one in finding the truant. As hour after hour passed, and none of the searchers returned, the ladies were really alarmed; and, add to all, a severe storm arose, dashing the waters of the bay into large waves, which beat the shore with a dull sound. On the following morning a letter reached the hotel, throwing some light upon the matter. It was anonymous, and suggested the idea of Ida, and also of Jesse, could be accounted for only in one way?that of an elopement ' This was written by Eugene Margrave," said Belle. "He has striven to disguise his hand somewhat." Bert sought the landlord of the hotel and questioned him. "Why, yes," stammered the host, -'such a person as you describe came here shortly before your arrival, and made rather pointed enquines about my expected visitors. He was very particular, too, about obtaining s close description of the haunted house." Thanking him, Bert sought the party and imparted his new idea to them. In the afternoon of the same day the party found themselves in the shadow of the ruins. Bidding Arnold and a few others keep a lookout on the outside, Bert entered the building and picked his way among the winding and obstructed passages. Having reached a dead wall, he discovered a huge iron door that obstructed his further progress. It was the work of but a moment to shatter the lock with a stone near by, and, wringing open the door, he" entered and found himself in a large empty apart ment, from which several doors iea in different directions. Ere he could prevent it, he received a blow on the head, and some one rushed past him. Recovering himself, he pursued the person, only to have a door shut in his face. On hearing shouts froin without, and going to the door by which he had entered, he saw a man, bearing the figure of a woman in his arms, running at full speed through the hall. in TMTrcrnt* unH PmPT*Orfid into daylight, only to find the man with his burden climbing the steep cliff against which the ruined building had been constructed. One glance at the woman convinced Bert that it was Ida, and that the man was no other than Hargrave. He put down his burden, and still It/il/H-nrr T/4e Kit fVio ?rro YTftr OTfl/Vft JLUV* VJ vuv ? ??I ? ? - ? glared upon his'pursuer with malignant hatred, and the fire of insanity gleaming in his eyes. "Save me, Bert!" cried Ida piteous]y, stretching forth her arms in supplication. Bert made a step forward, but the voice of Hargrave arrested him. "Not a step farther, unless you wish to see her hurled down this abyss! I told her my time would come, and it! has. Advance at your peril!" His voice was hoarse with ptission, | and he pushed Ida to the edge of the precipice, and held her there. It was an awnu preaicamenr, ana the sight well-nigh drove Ida's anxious j friend crazy. But who was that stealing from rock to rock, and every mo-; ment creeping nearer and nearer toward Hargrave and his victim? Yes, it was Jesse. Cat-like he moved towards the de- ! sired object, and while Hargrave was still glaring upon those below, and holding Ida's insensible form over the i precipice, he had reached the top, and in a moment seized Ida. and droDDine* her gently to the safe portion of the cliff, clutched Har?rrave by the throat : and essayed to bring him to tho, ground. Bert and Arnold now rapidhr made j their way upward, just in time to save ; Jesse from being hurled down the J yawning gtil , and binding Hargrave, they carried the insensible girl down to the level ground. It seems that Hargrave had met Ida on the bay i:i her bo:it, and. while seemingly wi hing to s:ty a few words, had casta handkerchief saturated with chloroform over her nostrils, and then secured her without a struggle. When she recovered she found herself a prisoner in the haunted ruins. Jesse, in Ills search, had come across the empty boat in the neighborhood of the ruins, an i imagining she had gone to tliem, h:.d d;?::e likewise, only to lind himself a pr!>o:ier when be wished to return to daylight. The shattering of the lock by tsert had given him his freedom, and it was he who had struck Bert, thinking it Hargrave, who had launteu him with his capture. He had not discovered his mistake until he saw Hargrave rush by him with Ida in his arms, and he immediately started in pursuit, with the result described. Of course, Jesse and Ida were soon married, and equally, of course, were "happy ever aft^r."' . - ?? o*? A Joke Which Mark Twain Enjoyed. *'I remember one circumstance of bygone times with great vividness," said Jiark Twain recently to a Buffalo audience, "I arrived here after dark on a February evening in 1870, with my wife and a large company of friends, when I had been a husband twentyx?? \ 1 4.1 iuur nuurs; auu tuuj' wiiu us iu a. covered sleigh and drove us up and down and every which way through all the back streets in Buffalo, until at last I got ashamed, and said: 'I asked Mr. Slee to get me a cheap boarding house, but J didn't mean that he shod! a stretch economy to the going outside the state to find it.' The fact was, there was a practical joke to the fore which I didn't kuow anything about, and all this foolinc around was to Sfivo it time to mature. My father-in-law, the late Jervis Langdon, whom many of you will remember, had been clandestinely spending a fair fortune upon a house and furniture in Delaware, for as, and had kept h's secret so well th?j; I was the only person this side of Niagara Falls who hadn't found it out We reached the house at last, about 10 o'clock, and were introduced to a Mrs. Johnson, the ostensible landlady. I took a glance around, and then my opinkra Mr. Slee's Judgment as a provider of cheap boarding houses for men who had to work for their living J 3 i.. T 4. - VJ ^ f uroppea to zero, i torn mrs. i/uuusuu that there had been an unfortunate mistake. Mr. Slee had evidently sup- : posed I had money, whereas I only had talent; and so,* by her leave, we would abide with her a week, and then she could keep ray trunk and we would hunt another place. Then a battalion of ambushed friends and relatives burst in on us. out of closets and from behind curtains; the property was deliv- ; ered over to us, and the joke revealed, accomuanied with much hilarity. I Such jokes as these are all too scarce in a person's life. That was a really ad- I mirablc joke, for that house was so complete y equipped in every detaileven to the house servants and coachman?that there was nothing to do but j just sit down and live in it Well, the house isn't ours now, but we've got the coaciiman yet All these fifteen years he has been a living and constant reminder of that pleasant jest He was a spruce young stripling then, with his future all before him. He showed himself worthy of high good fortune, and it has fallen richly to his lot?beyond his most distempered dreams; he's srot a wife and nine children now. I would not discriminate; I would not show partiality; I wish you all the same j He Forgot to Ask. . A good story* was told at the Scoville House, inWaterbury, recently, during the settlement of a number of election bets. During the Polk campaign much interest was taken in Waterbury in the rpcnlf and nartv strife ran hi?h be tween Whigs and Democrats. Waterbury was only a little village at that time, and it had no railway communications. It was also before the days of the telegraph, and a number of politicians made up a purse and hired Colonel Richard Welton, proprietor of the New Haven stage line, to make a special trip to New Haven and get the returns. The crowd waited anxiously on the tavern steps all through the afternoon of the day*of Colonel Welton's trip,and when he came in sight, witn norses smoking from their long drive, he stood up in his wagon and caUcd to the expectant crowd: "New York's gone 5,000." "For whom?" arose on every side. The Colonel jumped from his wagon, hesitated a moment, scratched his head, and then blurted out: "Well, 1 swan, I forgot to ask." i 'ihe feelings of the politicians can be better imagined than described.?New Haven News. The late Gen. Judson Kilpatrick used to relate this story at his own ex ?- -? ^ AVtnyMin AAmAnf pdlSe; OUUU 111 LCI IUC auuv/uu^iiiguu in the newspapers that he had been appointed Minister to Chili, Gen. Kilpatrick was met by an old lady who had known him from childhood, and to whose bucolic mind the gallant General's large way of relating some things had sometimes seemed like exaggeration. "Wall, Jud," she said, "f hear you have been called to the ministry. f/% Kflor it- Vnu'll mnbft a real WV v ? -- ? good preacher; but (solemnly), Jud, you must stop your lying."?N. Y. Tri2wne. A London lawyer suffered a long time from lead poisoning before the doctors discovered that it was owin<* I to his use of snuff put up" in so-called tin foil wrappers. According to the Jieaicac rrcss mere are now on record thirty-four cases of this kind. Some ; samples of moist snuff contained 2.50 per cent of lead. ... . y.. * THE BRAIN. Bill Xye Emits Some Iuteresting Ideas Regarding- Oar Thought Manufacturer. This article, writes Bill Nyc to the San Francisco Argonaut, is designed more especially for those vertebrates who are able to keep and use their own brains. It is not intended for the perusal of those who simply have a ganglion or nerve-center which they are using temporarily until they can afford a brain. r /NTTtQ/? W! fll * ivia.ii is mure mgun cuuum-? brain than any other animal. Still, nearly all animate creation has a trace of this organ?decreasing, of course, in intensity downward, from man to the lower mammals, birds, reptiles, batracliia, and fishes, till finally all traces of the brain disappear in the amphioxus and dude. The elephant has the heaviest brain of any animal. It often weighs as hi?;h as nine or ten pounds. The whale come3 next, with a brain that weighs, perhaps, live pounds. So, great mental strength is the result of quality, more than quantity in the matter of brain tissue. The brain of an adult man weighs, on an average, forty-eight ounces, while that of the average aciult woman weighs forty-four ounces, and yet woman" is far superior to man mentally. I have obtained this information from a lady friend of mine who is thoroughly trustworthy. The brain is enclosed in a bony sphere tho sVnll. This bonv envelope is air-tight. The brain does not have to be aired, it is in a normal condition. It .should be kept inside the skull constantly, and in as compact form as possible, for when it is otherwise great inconvenience may ensue. The parts of the encaphalon, we are told, are the cerebrum, cerebellum, medulla\ oblongata, pons varolii, obligato, pianissimo. Anyone wonld think that . t hrRin with all these things in it would not feel well, but such is"not the case. The brain ha< been found upon, microscopic investigation after death, to contain not only the foreign microbes and things named above, but also a cineritious substance, cranial nerves, motor oculi, corpus collosum, corpora striata, tkalmi, tubercula quadregemiiia, staccato. arbor vitaz, crura, cerebri, and other foreign substances, which must ^ n on/? TTOf ilUVC iliauc iiiC ib UU1UVU) MUU jvk death did not result for many years. Nothing, however, is so destructive to brain tissue as daylight Many have died almost instantly after light and fresh air were freely admitted into the brain. The brain is one of the most useful of all organs, and, therefore, we should use eveiy precaution to retain it; for, like the self-cocking re volver, a man may struggle along for years without having occasion to use it, and yet when he does want to use it he wants it very mucb. We might get along in society for a longtime without being called upon for any mental demonstration, but some day, without any notice whatever, we might be requested by our host to express an idea, and we would feel very much cut up to admif tViot wa Vtar? lAff. nnr thinker at home on the piano. Physicians who have never had much experience with the brain, never havJnSLAcnsft of it in thfrir,, Atcn fmnrwlina^ nor studTedrrts'habits in other people, frequently make an erroneous diagnosis where a patient is suffering from brain trouble. I once knew a youn^ doctor, who has since resigned his lucrative practice in order to accept a highly responsible position as chambermaid in a livery-stable, to make a mistake of that Kinu. jiae paueui was a vjciuuiiu, nuu was unconscious at the time the doctor was called. The latter felt the pulse, examined the tongue, wrote out three prescriptions on different drug stores for medicine to encourage zeal on the part of the liver, and went away. The coroner was no expert in cases cvf that kind, but he went at it on the theory that the brain had been affected, and traced up the symptoms till he showed the jury that it was a case of quick coupling-pin on the brain- It seems that the patient had been exposed at a saloon on A street, and this was followed in quick succession by coma, semi-colon, and full stop. We should take great care of our brain if we intend to use it It is a very sensitive organ, and is easily affected by external influences. Very little, after all, is known of the location of various phrenological organs in the brain. The relation between thought and the material organ which we call the brain is a little misty yet. It is not for the poor, short-lived, and puny man to know everything. The brain, however, is a curious organ. It is a good thing in its place, but entirely useless when removed from the party to whom it belongs. We should not overwork the brain, or strain it in trying to think of hard words that no one else knows the meaning of. Neither should we try to preserve our brains in alcohol during office hours. Alcohol and gray matter are always antagonistic. Let us take good care of our brains and not wear them out trying to impart information to those who do not seek it. Another thing that we should remember is that the brain weighs abont twenty times as much as the tongue, and, therefore, there is no physiological law which requires us to tell all we know. A nf \fn/>h PnAfA^tir?r>. Speaking of "getting away" with anything, I don't suppose any citizen is so well protected?not even William H. Vanderbilt?as is Jay Gould. He can tell within five minutes if any part of his premises, vaults or property arc being attacked. A special wire communicates with the nearest police station between his office and his home in Forty-seventh and Fifth avenue. The cnmp remark armlies to his residence at Irvington. An electric bell in his private room at either place will notify him of burglar}'. The special facilities of the Western Union.give him extraordinary advantages in this respect. Whenever he travels, either by rail or yacht, a spccial secretary, w ho is also an operator, accompanies him. He carries additional lengths of wire,and should he be staying at a hotel a spccial and privnf-o line nnmmunicates from his anart ruent to the nearest telegraph office, so that be he in the South or jSortli he is in constant communication with the center of business.?New York Slar. At a Sunday-school concert in a town near Boston a picture of the Madonna was used in the exercises. One of the little girls asked: "Teacher, is that the mother of Jesus?" "Yes,''' replied the teacher. "And is that Jesus?1' "Yes." "And who is the othI ?1 OH ikT'U,,* it K1X7U?<-? ur uuv; xuaw is uu wuu. n uai. the St. John who was up for President?" The teacher suspects that that girl hears more political than religious conversation at her bome.?BostonTranscript Cross-Eyed People. "You would think that a cross-eyed person would overcome his sensitiveness, said an oculist, "but he seldom does.' He broods over it. It grows on him. TTft imnfrinpi! that evervone he meets thinks as much about it as he does, and life often loses all attraction for him. Did you ever notice a crosseyed man walk? No? I can tell one as far as I can see him. It imparts to his gait a eerfain movement peculiar to the whole class of cross-eyed people. But it is not altogether bashfnlness wuicii causes mm tu ;tvwu. luumug n person squarely in the face. If he retained the power of sight in each of his crooked eyes, as is often the case, it would do him no good to look the ordinary way. He would be very likely to tniss the object altogether. The lines of his vision would probably cross a foot or so before the object "was fully comprehended, and all he * would see would be the faint and shadowy out4-V*a r?lm Q XIUW U1 tA P<J.LL \JL caia Wi tuv v* c* The place where the face ought fi&'be would be a dismal blank. Many bifebfc features are ruined by this fearfiSfmisfortune. Some sensitive victims never pluck up courage enough to marA. They often become selfish misanTOropes, grow stingy, and leave a fortune for a horde of straight-eyed relatives who tolly ignored them while they were alive to fight over. Others, with that natural yearning for the love and ormnotliTr nrViirtVi oro Olmncf 11711 X-PTSflllv TTUIVU WAV MULWVWV MM*. denied cross-eyed men, take what they can get in the matrimonial market. They spring at the very first chance which offers. Thus often a soulful, but cross-eyed, lesthete finds himself joined tfca loving, but unsympathetic, helpmeet, whose ambition never rises above the kitchen or the laundry. He loses his hopes, descends to the level of his mate, and what might have been a talented career is ended on a large box in front of the corner grocery in retailing neighborhood gossip. Occasionally you find a man with sufficient strength of mind to live down the malign effects of strabismus and come out "a victor. When once a man has . overcome his diffidence he becomes as bold as a scwing-machine agent. When he is courageous enough i ~ !ook a woman obliquely in the face without stammering an apology for having been born he can fairly be said to be superior to his misfortune. Such a man would make a heroic soldier. Unfortunately, there are few who can do this. The ordinary man melts under the affliction like a cake of ice in a July sun.'1?New York nr\yY)*YiArJuorfYSP'r ,r Very Old Crockery. ! - ____ I Mre. Henry Winship, of this city, has! i remarkable collection of antique: crockery, all handed down through the' Winship family. The most antique is a marble butter plate, nobody knows! how-many years old, but its age must be quite respectable, because Jur. Lyon\ says marble dishes were the first "crockery" ever used in England. The', nlate is of dark, variegated marble:: part of the edge has been broken off; and restoration has never been attempt-; ed; it is marvelously clean-cut ; "Those old Englishmen," said Mrs. Winship, 4'ate off marble, but our Rev-' olut?*Ary fathers in their diee__dis--' bark dishes, which were burned after each meal." A teacup and a saucer, blue save for nn interval of white and a checked border, are among the choicest of the legitimate crockery. They were used by Mr. Winship's great-grandmother, and are at least 200 years old. They have been preserved with religious care. A decorated bowl is one of the same set. A tea-set of pictured blue, used in the family seventy-five years ago, is also a treasure. A water-pitcher with decorations of ninl- tint ic nnt nnito cn nlrl Vint liao AO -? 1?? 1 ?~ ? remarkable a history. Thirty-eight years ago Mrs. Winship dropped it down the well. It probably lodged, under a ledge of rock, for during these many years it has not been injured save for a few slight nicks. Its glaze is nearly as good as when it was lost? a commentary upon the impenetrability of the material. It was accidentally ished up, a few days ago, while search was being made for one of the buckets. But what shall we think of a punch tumbler over 200 years of age? it resembles in size the loving cups of our German friends, and is incrusted with designs of mated birds?of necessity of English manufacture. In it probably much punch was mixed in the golden' days of long ago. It- is whole; not a' nick or a mark is visible. It comes! down through the Winship family. A fine large crockery cider mug is also down at 75 years of age. It is em-, blazoned with a butcher's coat of arms. ?Hartford Evening Post. ' At the Rink. "Anddon't yon skate, little girl?" he asked, as be ?'..t down beside her. "O, no, sir." "But you can learn." "I guess I could, but I don't want to." "And do you come here just to watch the skaters?" "O, no?I come to watch Mrs. R." "Who's she?" "She's papa's second wife. He don't want her to come, but she will do it." "And why do you watch her?" "Well, papa wanted her to promise that she wouldn't. lean on anybody >V litJLl SUC w ciCS oouiuj.ug mui cui, auu that she wouldn't flirt when she was resting, but she wouldn't promise, and so I came to watch her. These short marks are when she leans, and these longs ones when she flirts."" "And you show them all to your father?" "Yes, and he dates them and puts them away, and by and by we'll have enough to get a divorce on and marry somebody who can't skate." A Ghastly Scarf-Pin. A harmless yet ghastly scarf-pin is a mechanical skull of enameled gold with a moveable under jaw, and diamonds set back in its hollow sockets for eyes. The skull is worked by a current of electricity generated by a little battery carried in the pocket, and transmitted over wires no heavier than strands of thread. Pressing upon a button which completes the electric circuit, the teeth rattle. They are made in Paris and are worth $100. The price is rather steep, but the ornament has to be very carefully and nicely adjusted, and it is made of platinum and the best of gold; besides, the diamonds alone are of some value. No cheap counterfeits have yet been made. In some villages in Colorado,Kansas, and New Mexico, where sand is sprinkled over uat;er to dry the ink, it is said the natives would not know what blotting-paper was were it not for the insurance agents. An Inventor's Dilemma. In a ground floor room in one of the 1 lar<re public buildings of London sat a man writing at a table covered with papers. He was a short, stronglybuilt figure, with a prominent nose, and a face hard and massive as a granite statue, and wearing the set look peculiar to men who have surmounted great perils. Few, indeed, had more practice in both than this man, for he was no other than the Duke of Wellington, and his crowning victory at Waterloo was still but a few years old. There was a tinkling of a bell outside, and then a murmur of voices in the ante-room; but the duke never raised his head from his writing, and even when his secretary entered and said,? "If it please your grace, that man with the bullet-proof breastplate has called again, and wishes very much to see your gracc for a moment." The duke's face darkened, as well it might, for the man in question was the most pertinacious bore whom he had ever encountered. The bullet-proof cuirass was his own invention, and he never lost a chance of declaring that the safety of the whole British army depended upon its instant adoption of this "unparalleled discovery," which he carried about him and exhibited at all times and in all places. Had this been all, he would soon have been disposed of; but, unluckily, he had contrived to interest one or two of the duke's personal friends and to get from them letters of recommendation which even Wellington could not easily disregard. Something must clearly be done, however; for although the fellow had hitherto been kept at bay, he was evidently determined to give the duke no peace tin me matter had been fully gone into. For a moment Wellington looked so grim that the secretary began to hope for the order which he would gladly have obeyed, viz., to kick the inventor into the street forthwith. "Show him in," said he, briefly. The observant secretary noted both the tone and the smile thai accompanied it; an,d he inwardly decided that it would have been better for t:iat inventor if he had not insisted on seeing the duke. In came the great discoverer?a tall, slouching, shabby, slightly red-nosed man, with a would-be jaunty air, which gave way a little, however, 'before the "Iron Duke's" penetrating glance. "I am glad to think that your grace appreciates the merits of my invention," said he, in a patronizing tone. "They are, indeed, too important to be undervalued Tby any great commander. Your grace cannot fail to remember the great havoc made by your gallant troops at Waterloo among the French cuirassiers, whose breastplates were not bullet-proof; whereas, if?" "Have you got the thing with you?" interrupted Wellington. "The inventor unwrapped a very short looking cuirass of polished steel, and was just beginning a long lecturc uoon its merits, when the duke cut him short by asking,? "Are"vou quite sure that it is bulletproof?1'" "Quite sure, your grace." "Put it on. then, and <ro stand in th^t. corner."" ?1 ? ^'' The other wonderingly obeyed. "Mr. Temple," shouted Wellington to his secretary, "tell the sentry outside to load with ball cartridge, and come in here to test this cuirass. Quick, now!" rrl> cn/>rnfow ixroc JJUW *jci:v^rv. cuvit^u cvvi wui j n uot the inventor was quicker still. The moment lie realized that he had been set up there on purpose to be fired at, and to be s. ot dead on the spot if his cuirass turned out not to be bulletproof after all, he leaped headlong through the open window with a yell worthy of a Blackfoot Indian, and darted like a rocket across the courtyard, vanishing through tiic outer gateway; nor did tiir Ouke of Wellington, from that day fonh, ever see or hear of him again. Bath-Jtooms in Farm-Houses. Not many farm-houses, writes a correspondent of the Boston Journal, have a convenient bathvoon*, nor is it convenient to arrange one in many old houses without more expense than the nwiitr or tenant: is willinrr to exnfind. Shall I tell you how one house is arranged, not far from where I am writing. The house was so small for the family that there was no room to spare for a bathroom, but it fortunately had a good large kitchen. Upon one side of this kitchen stands the bath-tub, cased in with pine boards. Above this casing is a movable board six or eight inches wide, and the whole is covered by a smoothly-planed hardwood board or boards, hung by hinges against the wall. "When the board is letdown over the tub it forms a kitchen table about seven feet long and about four feet wide, and those not in the secret would not suspect what is beneath it When the table is turned up and the movable boards taken out the bathing-tub is of ^rvn-eoriienf- Vinio-Vif A ninfi OarriftS the water off t&rough the same channel that takes it from the kitchen sink. Here, by the kitchen fire, the members of the family can take their bath before retiring for the night, and the delight of the younger children at a tub in winch they can lie down ana spiasn to their heart's content is, as their mother assures me, something worth witnessing, and after the children are ofi to bed the older members pay their tribute to cleanliness. The same lady assures me that the great kitchen table is as handy as two smaller ones T would be. Of course, this is not as convenient as the regular bath-room, where the latter can be kept at comfortable temperature, but we cannot all have new houses with all the modem improvements, and if we can afford to make our old ones more convenient for fchnsf> who hriTfi to do the work therein. let us do so. The making of the house comfortable for those who spend their days in it should be a part of our everyday work, as much as the fixing up of barns ana otner buildings. There is a story about a doctor who was recently called to a fashionable lady at 2 o'clock in the morning, and astonished his patient by asking her, after a brief examination, "whether she had made her will. He then asked her to send for a lawyer, and perhaps also her pastor. "Must I die?" asked the lady. "I am afraid so/1 was the an swer. "How much time do you give me?" asked the lady in despair. "Well," said the doctor, "if you treat your family and yourself as you do now there's no telling what will happen. If you sleep when you ought to and use your judgment, you may be good for thirty years more."?Boston Beacon. Washington, D. C., has a "teacherof memory, who claims that in a few lessons he will enable one to memorize iiia most difficult things without effort. "MAD" ANTHONY WAYNE. Insubordination in the Revolution ? How Wayne Disobeyed Lafayette. The dreadful drama of the Revolution cottc Hi* C.in rivnnfi Commercial Gazette, was entering upon the last act, in the spring of 1781, though the footsore and ragged continentals knew it not. The final storm-burst was entering in Virginia. Lafayette, in the command of the Virginia 'army, was compelled to evacuate Richmond before the advance of Cornwallis; and Arnold, the traitor, at the head of 2,500 men, was marching to reinforce the confident royalists. Meanwhile Gen. Wayne was enroute from Pennsylvania to join Gen. Greene ?? flrn Porrtlinoo "Rnt. Wsshincrtnn had ordered Wayne to aid Lafayette, should the latter need reinforcements in his resistance to Cornwallis. Lafayette's troops were in a dispirited and disorderly condition upon the retreat, and Cornwallis knew it In writing of the pursuit the duke said: "The ooy can not escape me." This "boyhood" of the brave young Frenchman was a source of ridicule among British officers, and of jealousy araonw the continentals. Of the latter, Gen. Wayne was a conspicuous instance. His reputation, rank, and violent temper made him intolerant, and he never failed to give expression to CIS opinions in uumeaaureu tcxiua. Wayne was but a day's march from Lafayette when he received an order from the latter to join and co-operate with him, indicating therein the route Wayne's army should take, and the point where the forces should become united. Upon reaching the designated point, Lafayette was surprised not to meek Wayne or receive any word from him. This delayed Lafayette's movements and filled his mind with apprehension. The marquis thereupon sent his aidde-camp, Maj. Anderson, to urge Gen. Wayne to march with all haste. (This officer was Maj. Richard Clough Anderson, aid-de-camp to Lafayette, the father of Maj. Anderson, of Fort Sumter memory, and the late Larz Anderson, Esq., of Cincinnati.) Maj. Anderson found Wayne in camp, and received from him an ungracious promise to move up. At the end of three days Lafayette^ learning that Wayne was not advancing, again sent Maj. Anderson with a peremptory order to join him by forced marches; and Maj. Anderson was instructed to remain with Wayne, and to send forward hourly dispatches to his chief until the troops should arrive at camp. When Anderson reached Wavne on his second mission he found that Gen. Wayne had moved but four miles from his former headquarters. Upon entering the room that served as the adjutant's office, Maj. Anderson saluted Gen. Wayne and his staff; then, asking for pen, ink, and paper, sat down as if to write. Looking up to Wayne, whose curiosity had been excited by this proceeding, he told the general that he had been sent by the Marquis de Lafayette to report the order of his advance, and that as he was about to for W HI U U1C U.:u U1 line 1X\JHiijr uuptvuw required of him-he desired to know what should be the nature of the report. "Wayne was amazed" at the con- . he asked the aid-dc-camp: - "Do you mean toinsultme?" - ' ' Anderson denied, having any such intention, but said that in course of duty he carried the commands of a superior officer. Wayne's voice, which had been husky and choked with passion, now broke forth: "Superior! superior! Do you call any damned foreigner, anybody, my superior." He then poured forth a torrent of oaths and imprecations upon all foreigners, not sparing Anderson himself, for having associated himself with 4'the fortune-seeking Frenchman/*'' He became more vehe ment as he lashed himself into a fury, striding up and down the room, stamping his feet in a paroxysm of rage. It was the indulgence of these furious outbursts of temper, and not his well known rashness in battle, that gave him the nickname of "Mad Anthony. Wayne." The account says that Wayne,! fatigued by his violent actions and the vehemence of his passions, gradually subsided into gentleness of action. But any reference to the object of Anderson's mission led to a repetition of the passionate outburst. An officer succeeded at last in turning the conversa-: tion from the dangerous topic. ITT , , ? Kj 1* vv ayne naving expressed mmseu. confident of ultimate sucecss, Maj. Anderson gave expression to his own gloomy forebodings. Pressed for his reasons by Gen. Wayne, Anderson replied that as the only hope of success against a formidable foe lay in voluntary union and subordination, the ex-, ample he had witnessed that day of an officer high in rank, and of distin-, ^uished services, refusing to obey orders of a superior officer deprived him of the hope of useful or permanent success. . "Gen. Wayne," said Maj. Anderson, "I look to you to remove these apprehensions." This arraignment of Wayne's course seemed about to produce another storm-burst of passion; but Wayne was, though envious and excitable, a true patriot and soldier, and with almost the same heat with which he had reused to obey Lafayette he cried out: "Tell him I'll jine him! Tell him I'll jine him! By G?d, tell him I'll jine MIJJU tu-LuunuYv; ^ ? m Poe and Stoddard. "O, yes, I knew Edgar E. Poe," said Richard H. Stoddard, the poet, to me the other evening at a reception; "in fact I had a little business with him once." I asked him how it was, and he said: "I was a young fellow ami had begun to dabble in verso a little, and I wrote an 'Ode for a Grecian Flute' and sent it to the Broadway Journal, of which Poe was then editor. After waiting awhile I called around to sec about it. Poe was not there; they said he was ill at home. I got the address, and after awhile found him at his house on Amity street?him and Virginia, his heartbroken cousin-wife. Poe received me kindly and told me my poem was accepted and would appear. I waited and waited. Finally, impatient,I went around to the oilice. Poe was asleep in the editorial chair. I waited awhile for him, and then gently awoke bim. He glared at me and said, madly, 'Who are vou?' ' 'My name is Stoddard,'J said, 'l wrote the Ode to a Grecian Flute.' " 'You are a" liar,' he shouted. 'You never wrote it! Get out of here or I'll kick you down stairs!' "I was too much astonished to protest I got out. Afterwards I found that he thought he recognized it as a European production, and fancied I was tryingto palm off a fraud on him." ?Nan York Letter. I 1 TV IT AND HUMOR. ____ ; "There are good and bad points about this coflee," said the boarder, in a judicial tone. '-The good point is that there is no chicory in it: the bad that there is no cofi'ee in it." A household magazine says that"very nice codfish balls are made by cutting a codfish up fine," etc. We "supposed that nice codfish balls were made by cutting a picce of liver up fine, etc. It seems like a queer notion to put codfish in codfish balls.?Xorristown Eerald. An agricultural paper contains an article entitled "How to' Preserve Sheep-Felts." The recipe may be the best known, but we shouldn't think a sheep-pelt preserved would be very pleasant eating. Preserved quinces, peaches, aud plums are good enough for us.?Korristown Herald. A man has just died iu New York who, on his death-bed, confessed to having murdered an organ grinder twenty years ago. Why he kept the matter so long secret it is difficult to imagine. He would have be&x president if he had made.it. known. Some men never know when they are in luck. Stockholder in Texas railroad (to president of the same)?Anything enf?rinrorrin(r nffor in fhfi wftT of TYTOS pects? President (enthusiastically) ?Everything, sir, everything. The future is most promising. I have just borrowed our July interest on unexpectedly favorable terms.?Boston Beeord. He was at breakfast wrestling with a piece of remarkably tough veaL His wife said to him: ''You always say there is something to be thankful for in everything. I guess vou'd be troubled in this instance." "jSot at all," herecnnnrtod cf-nrmin cr tn hrPflfcTif?_ "T was ?rt-?o iust thinking how grateful we should bo that we met it when it was young." ?Troy Times. A physician advises everybody to ascertain what diseases have carried off his ancestors, with a view to guarding himself; but suppose a man finds that his great-great-grandfather was drowned at sea, his great-grandfather took poiso", his grandfather was hanged, and h;s father was elected Vice-Presi dent, what is ne going to ao.*?aosion Post. "How much for candy?" asked a little boy. "Six sticks for five cents, eh? Now lem'me see; six sticks for five cents, five for four cents, four for three cents, three for two cents, two for one cent, and one for nothing. Pll take one stick, mister." He got it, but the dealer is still in a state of bewilderment and can't see how that can be.? Montreal Witness. He had been run over in crossing the streets, and his family surrounded his bedside. "Poor John!"' sobbed his heartbroken wife. "Have you any wish to make?" The man shook his head. "My poor husband!" repeated his wife. "I'll see that your grave is kept watered." "No you don't," es> claimed the dying man; "no water on (hie) my grave."?New York Graphic. t ?. tt -i,: in li certain cuvvii in jcw a minister being on trial for a grave offence, one of bis brethren was so anxious to clear him that he said to the Judge, "May it please YoUr.Bonor, I hag* a dream last nighty aad saw two_ beliot guilty." "Voiy^qod," returned the Judge:" "cause them to appear as witnesses and I'll swear " them. ?Ear- , per's Bazar. .* One day last week we accompanied a friend to supper at the Barnes House, 'and when about to enter the diningroom the old handle who presides over that hostelry objected to our entering, and we forgot our religion 'and smote him upon the cheek, which resulted in a ease before Justice McMurry entitled The State of Texas vs. Deed H. Meyer. t .1 j j ci ^ u uiy lh;u* auu uucu gi auu -wato.? Albany ( Tex.) Kcios. A Galveston mendicant was in the habit of calling at the office of a local lawyer and receiving a small sum on account of former acquaintance. Last week the mendicant called as usual,but the lawyer said: "I can't assist you any longer, as I've got a wife now and need all the money 1 can lay my hands on." "Well, now that's just coming it a little too strong. Here you actuary go and get married at my expense."? Texas Si/lings. "Just listen to this, Martha!" exclaimed Mr. Jarphly, who was reading his evening paper. " "One of the dogs at the London nrizp. show is valued at $50,000! Good gracious! That's more money than I ever expect to be worth in my life!" "Some dogs are worth more than others, Jeremiah," quietly remarked Mrs. Jarphly, and Mr. Jarphly eyed her for a moment and said sne need not sit up lor mm tnat evening.?Pittsburg Chronicle. They do say that it is now the custom of lovers to send their sweetest messages on the outside of envelopes, securely covered from sight by the postage stamp. Mothers and guardians may read the main epistle in welcome; the real persimmon is devoured by the daughter when she has opportunity to soak the stamp loose. The rumor that Congress is to be petitioned to increase the size of postage stamps Is believed to rest on a sentimental foundation.? TJlica Herald. The Shuttle family sits around the evening fire and manages to enjoy itself notwithstanding the rattlino- and slam ming of the shutters by Ihe wintry wind. "The English have whipped those wild Egyptian hordes, I see, said Job, as he threw down the paper. "I'm glad of it," rejoined the wife, "Egyptian mummies will be cheaper now." "What if they are P Do you want an Egyptian mummy?" "I want something that will keep quiet when I'm trying to count the stitches on this worsted shawl."?Hartford Post. While digging a well in Rome, Ga., a workman found, at the depth of sixtyfour feet down in the bowels of the ' earth, a petrified oyster. A legend exists to the effect that a church-supper held in Rome twenty-five years ago was almost a failure on account of its oyster escaping from- a back window and talcing to the woods. It is sapposed that this petrified bivalve is the missing oyster. We suspect it was recognized by a mole between its shoulderblades. The oyster must have been terribly frightened to burrow so deep into the earth.?Norristown Herald. Some of the researches lately made by English explorers in regard to deepsea beds have led to the belief that there are no rough ridges, abrupt _V - - .?- -- ? 1? - ~ AW/) 1* ? ! <r fV /\ cnasnis cur u;uc luu^, anu. sea bottom at great depths is not affected by currents or streams?even by those of the magnitude of the Gulf stream?its general appearance rather resembling that of the American prairies, and it is everywhere covered by a kind of mud. Less than seventy years ago death was the penalty for more uian 200 crimes in England