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VOL. XLII. WINNSBORO. S. C., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 1885. NO. 14. The Old-Fnshioned House. Of all the tender and comfortable things That now and then sweet memory brings, There's nothing dearer that love recalls Than the old-fashioned house with its white* washed walls. noia mansion io-aay, mougn a wu.i-k.-i ui art Can ever usurp its p^ace in my heart. For there m;.- enriiest prayers were said. And I slept at night iu a trundle-bed. 'Neath coverlids reaching from feet to chin, By n mother's hand tucked gently in. And a good-night kiss on my tired brow? 0, Earth holds no such blessing now! The garden was frajrrantin flower-beds Where marijro;ds Iirt< d their velvet heads. And warmed by suijsbine, refreshed by dew. The bachelor-button and touch-me-not grew. I Id the river, that curved like a shepherd's 1 crook. We fished lor minnows with bent pin-hook. Or with little bare feet oft waded through. Arid bravely paddled our own canoo. 'Twas a home of %velcome no one could doubt. Whose latch-strinjr hunjr invitingly out. And many a stranger supped at its board While blazing logs in the chimney roared. O. this is an age of reform and change. And things esthetic, modern, and strangeImprovements that savor of silver and goldAre superseding the cherished and old. B;it I turn from palace built for show. With Mansard roof, and stories below O: Uescoffi, calcimined. dadoed halls. To the old-fashioned house with its whitewashed walls. ?Boston Budget. A YANKEE SCHOOL TEACHER IX UTAH. Lehigh is a little town a few miles south of Salt Lake City. I reached it late one cold Friday afternoon in De ceuibcr, and when I alighted at tbo station asked a small boy who was Standing near if be would direct me to the hotel. "Hotel! There ain't no hotel in this town." "Where do people go who want to stop in Lehigh over night?" "They g;o to the Bishop's house over there." The Bishop's house! A Mormon Bishop, and 1 a Yankee school teacher sent out as a missionary from the Episcopal church! But there was no help ior it. as I must have shelter for the night; so I crossed the road and knocked boldiy at the door. 'Jt was opened by the ^Bishop's wife, a tall, thin, careworn woman, who eyed me sharply. "Can I stay here all nigjht?" I asked; "I have just come to Lehigh on the train." "Who be yoa?" I told her my name, and added that I had lived part of my life in Louisiana, that portion of our country being less obnoxious to these people than the Eastern States. ^ "Be you a Gentile?" she inquired, after another sharp look at me. "I am not a Jew. that's certain," I said laughinglr, "So I suppose I must do a uenme. "The Bishop don't allow Gentiles in this town. They never set foot here. Bat you can come in if you want to." j I was surprised at the end of her sentence, whicn bore no resemblance to the beginning, and gladly accepted the rather equivocal invitation. The room which I entered was small ^ and poor, used for parlor, dining-room ana general sitting-room. In the apart ^ menf beyond I heard the click of a sewing-machine and Ihc sound of girl's voices. "What d'ye come to Lehigh for?" Mrs. Evans inquired, still eyeing me i with immense curiosity. "I came here to open a school," I said. "A school! What sort of a school?" "A school for all the boys and girls that want to come. Haven't you daughters that vou would like to O vUU She ignored the last question and faced me with her arms akimbo. "What be you going to charge?" "Nothing." j "Nothing! That's a queer way to keep a school. Gi:ess you'll get tired of it soon enough." A iong pau;.? followed, during which she seemed to be studying me and I growing more and more perplexed. At last she shot at me this question: "Be you a Presbyterian?" "No." "A Met hotly?" "No." She turned around abruptly and flung open the door of the next room, where I had heard the sewing machine. "Girls, come out here. Here's a woman, an sue s young an suesgom to keep a school, an' you can afi go. an' she ain't a Presbyterian or a Methody!" It is impossible to express the vigor of her tones as she announced these separate facts, each one seeming equally surprising to her. The girls crowded around me?such a number of them! "Arc all these your daughters?" 1 inquired, though I felt that it could not bo possible. "Oh, no. Thev are Matilda's, and Jane's, and Lorcnv and Martha Ann's." "And who is Matilda, and Jane, and Lorcnv and Martha Ann?" "The Bishop's families," and she set her teeth hard and. turned away from rue. I found afterward that no first wife of a Mormon ever speaks of the other women who are "sealed" to her busu: : Uu.il U iU> Uib >V i VC3. JLliejr UIC >?<*>& "families." I noticed a small organ in the back room, standing opposite to the sewing machine. "Do you play?" I asked. They all shook their heads rather sadly. I learned that the organ was to them a great and awful mystery. It Ttor? nrtTTAM Uaam A* C*> T*TA r. iicvcj. uucu upcuuu dlUUU iw was brought into the house some months before, taken by the Bishop in part pay* ment of a debt There was a man at the railroad station, they told me, who could play an organ. Evidently they felt the greatest admiration for the _ man at the station. In packing ray trunk that morning, I had accidentally left out a little singing-book, and at the last minute tucked it into my satchel. I was thankful that I had it within reach. I sat down to the organ and played and sang to them. As 1 went 011 from one piece to another, they grew more openmouthed and wider-eyed. "How many tunes do you know?" one of them asked at last. I laughed as I told them I knew a good many. "Never counted 'em?" "No; 1 never counted them." The man at the station, they informed me, only knew six. It was plain that my musical reputation was already far ahead of that acquired by the man at the station. When I went to bed that night the > - . 1 , ? T xsisnop nau not reiurueu. as a approached the dining-room the next morning I heard a gruff bass voice growling, with a jerk on each word, "Put her out! put her out!" I naturally supposed some sort of wild animal had entered the house, and hesitated an iii stant before opening the door. "A Gentile woman?ail night?in this house! A Gentile woman! You put her out! Put her out!" I opened the door then and walked into the little room. The Bishop stood I in the middle of it, in a perfect fury. "Good morning, sir," i said, as pleasantly as I could. "You're a Gentile woman!" he growled, in response to my salutation. "I laid out this town of Lehigh just thirty-four years ago, and you're the first Gentile woman who ever got into it!" "Well", I said, as I took a chair and seated myself comfortably, "that is quite an interesting circumstance. I'm sure I'm proud of the honor of being I atmreciate it." "You've got to go," he growled, in the same jerky tone in which he had said "Put her out! Put her out!" "Oh, no," I said; "I've come to stay. It is all the more necessary for me to stay if I am the only otu\ "but I assure you. Bishop Evans, there are plenty more who will coiue after me." He looted as if he were going to ! strike me. I have no doubt but that 1 ? 1 1 J He would nave uonc so ir ne uau uareu. But one's life is safe enough in Utah. The killing days have gone by, and the Mormons know it. They are afraid of our Government interfering when they shed blood. The Bishop simply glared with a ferocious look and clinched hands, then strode out of the house, giving the door a terrific bang behind him. Mrs. Evans was nearly frightened out of her wits. "There's a train from Lehigh at 11 o'clock," she began, wiicu I interrupted her. "I didn't come to Lehiffh at 5 o'clock Friday afternoon," I said, "to leave it on Saturday morning. I bave come to stay, my dear madam, as I told your husband." [ That day I attempted to find a boarding-place, the attempt consisting in walking from house to house, knocking at the door and asking for a room of some, sort, not being particular as to size, location or furnishing. The doors were invariably slammed in my face, though in many cases the slamming process was preceded by the question, which after a while became ludicrous ^ r? i enougu to me, "Jt>e you a rresuytcrian?" That I was a Gentile seemed somehow obvious enough. Not getting a boarding-house, I bought a houso?a poor little affair of four rooms?and, though Saturday uiternoon was not a very favorable time for setting up housekeeping, I mannged to get my trunks, boxes and some provisions into it, finding that hurried and unsatisfactory operation preferable to returning to the Bishop's house for the night, even if he hud not carried into execution his threat to -"put her out." Sunday morning brought divers of his "families" to visit mc in my new abode?Matilda, Jane, Loreny and Martha Aim &21 had their representatives under my roof. "Can you sing us a tune out of your own head ?'' one of the girls asked. I sang a few lines for .hoiv than. said: "Wouldn't you like to get a lot of your young friends in Lehigh to come and knrrr* a cmt> r*? fKio nfiarnAAn 0 T hnro xxary ?gvvui 0^-u^ vu^ uwu t a **m? v plenty of books in a big box, and I'll teach, yon." "AiU the young folks in Lehigh?" "Yes; just as many as you can get" "Oh, myf They'll all come!" I never mentioned the words Sundayschool, but that is the way I began one, the first in all the thirty-four-years in Lehigh. My day-school grew slowly and through bitter opposition. I hud furfn?/\ rv\TT vaatmc? nrifti fho Kt! V V/A i-iaj nuu Vfc*\S appliances sent- from the East, and enough wonder and curiosity wa3 excited by them to keep some o? the children in daily attendance. Bat their greatest wonder was about my religion. They became convinced at last that I was not a Presbyterian, Due wnas i was remained a mysieiy. One day a girl said to me iD an insinuating manner: "Teacher, you ain't a Presbyterian or a Methody," and I can't think what you be. Don't folks have any religion where you come from?" I answered; "Oh, yes, a very beautiful religion. I was writing some of it this morning on the blackboard," as indeed I had done, and I turned the board that she might read these words from Ephesians: Let all bitterness and wrath and anjrer and clamor and. evil sneakinsr be put away from you, with all mafiee. And bo ye kind one to another; even ss God, for Christ's sake, has forgiven you," (rod was not an unknown word to the Mormon children, for they are taught that every Bishop becomes a god in reward for faithful service, and I was not surprised at the girl's next question: "Is your God a smarter man than Brigham Young?" They seemed profoundly impressed when I read to them that God made the mountains. 'Brigham Young couldn't do that," was one ol the comments. "Did your God mak ; the mountains round here. teacher? I shouldn't think He could make them if he lives way off in the Siates." One of the boys brought me several packages of books from the post office, and confidentially informed some of his playmates that "God was a real good friend of teacher's, and He lives in the States, and made all the mountains in the whole world, and sent her books through the post office." | Though all the Mormon fathers and ; mothers were opposed to the school, and forbade the children attending, I many of them camc regularly, to my i surprise. Upon questioning one of the girls, who every day brought her little sister with her, as to how she dared to do so, she answered: "Father hasn'l hurt mc yet, and I know he won'l ; meddle with little Rachel till he's whipped me?and I'd rather have s i beating than stay home from school.'' Bishop E?ans threatened to disinheril one of his grandchildren if she persist ed in going to the Gentile school- Tu< message reached her in the street Sh< stood still for a moment, looking thoughtful, then with a sudden toss o: the head she said: "Xou fell grandpj that he isn't very rich, and there's 15* ; grandchildren besides nic, and I'c rather have an education than my share of the property." One night the pcooie turned out anc stoned my house?i had often wondered why they didn't burn it dowr over my "head. 1 certainly though that they would demolish it, but I laj cfill until n ivhllA could hear their speculations as t< whether I was inside, and if so, how ] could sleep through such a commotion, The next day one of my scholars sau to me: "Didn't the stones wake you up teacher?" "Oh, yes," I answered; "they made a good deal of noise." She gazed at me in astonishment "Wasn't you?scared?" "Scared! No. I never thought o being scared." "Why wasn't you?" "Because I was warm and comfort able in bed inside, and they were on in the cold and snow working hard, and I was pretty sure they would get tired after a while."?lioston Transcript. A Story of Two Dogs. The ncw-comcr waved his hand toward the bar, where a man in a white apron set out a row of small bottles and a fat cat-glass Dottie. xne men ail drank, and then, as the new-comer drew the back of his band across his mouth, be said: "Remember the Parson and his boy?" "Don't we?" said three or four. "It's nigh onto six months since the Parson moved into a shanty just a mile out of Elko. It was the dead of winter, but he was cheerful, and 'low ed he shouldn't suffer much whil<? his piety lasted. It was mighty lonesome for the boy, though, to hear him tell it, until the break up, when Deacon Holbrook, of Connecticut, drove a stake joining the Parson's. The Beacon had a boy callcd Dick, and he and Bob, the Parson's boy, were a whole team. Both of them had dogs, and each thought his dog could Tick the other one; but I'm giving it^ to you straight, the Parson and the Deacon watered them that close that they couldn't get up a fight to save them. One day Bob he came tome and told me all about it, and I told him we'd put up a job on the piety business. Accordingly, the Saturday paper announced a special service for Sunday morning in Bill Stevons' dance hali. When the hour came, and the parsou and the Dcacon were turning over their hymn books, Bill and me and two others that I'd let into the secrct was up to the Parson's ranch arranging the preliminaries. We made a beautiful inclosure with two boards and a wagon box against one side of the shanty, and then we washed the dogs. Bill he coached the Deacon's dog and I looked after the Parson's. They were both in prime condition, and when we'd turu them looso it was a glorious spectacle to sec them claw across the gravel for the center of the pit. The deacon's pup got the lirst hold r.nd gave Uio other a good shake, but he lost it again, and then the two of them rolled over and over and riz up on their hind legs and Cliawuu uuu gut uunu uu muji and dug their paws into ihe grouud. There was a dust a flying immediately, and it was all wo coujd do to see which was on top. In fact, it was such a mighty interesting fight that we never noticcd how lime was pass, ing, and before we knew it the Parson and the Deacon rode by on their bronchos. "Brethren, brethren," says the Parson, "What does this mean? Dick take your dog home, sir." "Maybe you'd better take your dog off ftom him so he can go home himself," said the Deacon, sarcastic like, and he was nn tnn f?hn.\vin<r the other's neck scan dalous. That made the Parson mad, and "ho 'lowed the Deacon had an ornery pup, anyhow." 'iiiat was enough fnr thn IVn^nn. Hajdm ba? ginning to reach for the Parson when Bill Stevens began to yell like an Apache. The dogs had wallowed their way right down into the ground, and iiill had in a mechanical way picked a nanaiui oiairuanu ruuoca it oeiweeu bis fingers, and he'd befted a nugget Tbere was a rustling thereabouts, a staking of claims over tbe Parson's ranch for a few minutes, and when we'd got it all done regular we had enough to take us back to tbe States." "Which licked?" said the bartender, wiping bis bands on his partially whito apron. The new-comer looked at him re... proachfuily for a moment ana tnec , said: If you'd beon there you'd havo known we didn't waste no time watching dogs fight after they'd struck pay dirt."?hew York Sun. Young Navigators. As I approached Manikaagon Point, opposite the red light-ship, warning 1 vessels off that dangerous shoal, I saw a very small boat standing in from the open sea, so far off that it seemed as ; if it must have come up out of the sea, and did not appreciate the dangers 1 about it As we both approached the beach, I saw that it contained a man and two children?a bright-eyed boy about eight years old and a girl about 1 ten. The man jumped from the bow into the surf, and pushed tho boat off while directing the little boy at the stern in a gruff, sea-worn voice: "Heave away, lad: get your oar over 1 to starboard, or she'll swing around, i Now, Mary, shove her head over? hurry up! don't you see that heavy swell? Hold hard! Now get her head i about, quick as you can. That's it. Haul in your sheet." And at last those little ruitos were standing out to ? 'sea again, and settling themselves | down in the stern-sheets as composed- i ly as they might sit down on a door' silL "Where on earth, sir, are your children going, alone, and on this stormy coast? WUl you ever seo them again?" "O yes, sir," ho replied, smiling; they are used to a boat; they are taking" some seals I have just brought in from the nets down to the next bay; it's only a few miles. We don't think s much about such dangers; but we are nftrhana a little too venturesome some . r ?_-r_ ? - -- times. One of my friends on AntiL costi seat liis two boys to tako the boat across th8 mouth of their bay for a load of hr.y. A squall came up so ' heavy that the boat could not beat in> to shelter, and they were carried out i to sup Nothing was ever seen of them afterward." Here he scanned ; the horizon, and looked after his own ; boat with a thoughtful expression, i 1 "But with this fair wind the children i will soon reach home. Wo have an' other danger besides the weather: ; sharks are dangerous here; they some times follow a boat for hours, and now 3 and then they capsize her and take a ? mnn 'down. At least we suppose r it must be done by the sharks. Last f year, right out there, an Indian was l after a seal; pretty soon we saw him j stand up and fight something in the i water with his paddle. In a minute s his canoe capsized and ho went under. When we got there all we found was L his canoe stove iri: amidships." "But that seems more like the aci tion of the devil-fish." t "Well, yes, but we liavo never seen 7 any devil-fish here, and there are plen[ ty of sharks."?C'. H. Famham, in > JJarper's Magazine for September. Berlin has a hospital for horses, in ?v * 1 Mrtl" K r\ rc tie m Q V 1 "vviucu uvei woinpu vi o??>. . find rest and regain their health. It is under the joint management of a vet' erinary of the first class, an ex-captain of artillery and a farmer. The grounds have an extent of nearly 100 acres, with excellent pasture land, clay and moor f patches, water and bathing facilities. In case of need the patients have ambulance wagons sent for them to trans port them to the hospital t - THE WRONG MAJf. 1 . x Oi. J Working: the Confidence Game oa sax Old New York Soldier."" ".N James Chittenden is a well-to-dofarmer of western New York, who: fought under Gen. Grant,~ and Who eame to the city to pay the last sad tribute to the memory of his old commander. Time has whitened the long , hair which streams over his coat-collar, j ^ 1/\r>rr H/>r>r!5nfr thfl nloW hag 1131- ! parted a stoop to his broad shoulder^ I but bis face is ruddy with health, and j his step as firm and springy as ever, while his arm is as strong and his fiance as bright as when he first shoui'- j ered a musket Many eyes werq turned upon him as he sauntered sadlyJ *"> J VTTO TT frt fKft mh? i UOWIi J->I. U11U.? iXJ UU Uio *T Ukj tv VUV.V4VJ hall yesterday afternoon in his tray$f "j stained linen duster, heedless oi tSe clamor of the passing crowds and tho. din of car-bells and carriage-wheels. A sorrowful expression clouded the benevolent countenance of the veteran, and he was walking along slowly near Canal street, saddened by thoughts of days that were gone, when he was astonished by a cordial salutation from a slim, dudish youth, who suddenly smiled up at him and waved at him an ambrosial hand glittering with rings: "Why, bless my soul, Mr. Smith," exclaimed this product of latter-day civilization in the most honeyed tones, "who ever would have thought of seeing you? This is indeed an unexpected pleasure." Mr. Chittenden for a moment was taken aback. He surveyed the newcomer from the crown ot his white tile to tho pointgof his dainty patent-leather shoes and saw at once that he was an entire stranger; but he loves a joke, and a twinkle showed in his clear gray eye as he replied with a quiet smile: "My name i3 not* Smith; it's Brown." The dudish young man bowed his most fashionable bow and at once passed on, with proiusc apologies for bis mistake, and Mr. Chittonden again pursued his way. He had stopped laughing at his little adventure and had relapsed into his former train of meditation when he was a second time accosted by another apparition in a standing collar and cuil's, and a voice even more unctnous than the first, sai i-? r> i> luieu 111111 "iui. t? nofcuw Mr. Chittenden's faith in human nature had been shaken by his first encounter, or whether his love of a joke again impelled him, he docs not now remember, but he immediately seized the hand extended to him and shook it with cordial rioience, uttering at the same time the warmest greetings. "How do you find yourself, my dearest friend? There, stand off so I can look at you," cried tho exuberant farmer, emphasizing every word by ah!w/v Uie r\Q t Ut\ a fronffdr^Q L 11 ItUiUg 12.10 V4. KUV hand. "Pleased to see me? The pleasure is mine, sir; entirely mine. Only to think of it's being you! What, como to see the funeral? How considorato. oLyou. ah?-?1 7?-" 37" + * "Oh, yes, and?and all that sort of thing," replied the other, his smile a little fainter and hi3 tone a little less cordial than at first. "Why, what an affectionate fellow you arc, Mr. Brown?" "Aye, lad; cordiality runs in our family," rejoined the farmer, closing Iiis lingers relentlessly and working liis arm like the handle of a forcepump; "a firm hand shows a warm heart. Affectionate? Well, I reckon I am. None of your loose grips lor me. Meet a friend as a friend, 1 say, and don't be backward in showing your friendship. Why, how well you lu ^k. I should never have known yr a." "Timn .idrta ollflr lt'? Jrnp. There, there, Mr. Brown; 1 have been suffering with a sore hand, if you would kindly " "Don't mention it, sonny; don't mention it. Xothiug like exercise to keep good blood circulating. I can never control mysolt at the sight of an old frieud. Well, well, only to think that it's you. How-how?you've growed!" 'Yes, indeed, and that reminds me ?I've an importaut engagement, and [ I see I have no time to lose, so if you'll j just excuse mc " I But Mr. Chittenden is not the man i to part from old friends so hastily, and so he only jerked tho arm of his new acquaintance the harder, ronewing his expressions of delight By this time the thing was getting serious. Tho would-be confidence man was capering with pain, and struggled in the vicelike grasp of the stalwart rustic like a lobster in the clutches of an octopus. His face and lips were colorless, and his brow s! reamed with cold perspiration His nvp<? stood out like saucers. His collar brake l?ose, his hat fell off, and the light seemed to have faded out of his life. The agony depicted on his face was not lessened when he saw that a crowd was gathering; and the farmer released him only after a final wrench which nearly "tore tho wily sharper's arm from its socket. "What, going already?" exclaimed Mr. Chittenden, who had never turned a hair and rather enjoyed the exercise. "Well, well, you needn't be in such a linrry," ho continued, in a reproachful *- A. t- ? ninl'or? [one, 113 II1U CUUlWCilUC HI 414 j/ivam himself up and darted around the corner out of sight of the approaching tiguro in the helmet and brass buttons. "That's rather shabby treatment of an old friend like me?but he didn't seem so very glad to see me, after all," and Mr. Shittenden beamed benignly upon the grinning bystanders and calmly pursued his journey.?New York World. No Man for President of Vassar! I have opened a canvass for the Presidency of Vassar College, and in case of success my time will be fully occupied by the duties of the position. The place is now vacant. They talk oi putting a man into it Nonsense! Wotmng masculine ougm 10 oe permitted within the walls which inclose the educational facilities of 2.000 girls. My claims are varied, and, I may say, multifarious; but principally I urge my idea that especial attention should be fiven to the culture of maidens in their nowledge of man. Why are there so many unhappy marriages? Because of the lack of judgment on the part of the girls. They select from, outward appearances, or rather they submit blindly to being selected by any fairly pre sentable fellow who gets at them. "That is all wrong. When i am in the Vassar Presidency I shall establish a cbaii of matrimony, with the most compe tent person possible to lecture on the qualities of man with reference to his desirability as a husband. The matter of matching certain dispositions and temperaments Should receive special study; and I would try to make th? students experts in discerning the good and true in a suitor's attentions from ftin K?(< orirf tKa ffllsp Mow that programme strike you??Clara Belle, in Cincinnati Enquirer. A Domestic Tragedy. Last summer while the writer was in Amelia County, Virginia, the following incident occurred, illustrative of the philosophical manner in which negroes accept the decrees of Providence. Amelia it will hrt n?membered. is one of the black counties. The negroes oecupy most of the old homesteads, and are given over to ignorance and superstition. The Wigwam, the old Harrison place, a house well known in Virginia, is surrounded on every side by hordes of negroes, who own small tracts of land, and farm them. One of these settlements is at "the Lodge," once the property of Mr. Robert Archer, a distinguished Virginian gentleman of the old regime* now, with all his descendants, dead and gono. My hostess and I was peeling poaches on the broad veranda, when Mary Caesar, the dairy "Miss Anna, gimme piece o' fight bread, please, uiarra." "Who is sick, Mary?'' said Mrs. H?, light bread being a luxury reserved for the ill negroes. "Sister Rose Archer, marm." All colored people claim the fraternal relation, whether there is any in .^olIff- nr nnf if t-Vinv irt> msmlifirs nf I^4*1 I !<J VI UUII| iA VUVJ Mk V _ ? the same church, or have "experienced a change." "Why, I thought Rose Archer lived in Richmond. What is the matter with her?" Mary's large greasy countenance, which rivalled a bombazine dress for blackness, fairly shone. "Well, Miss Anna, you 'member Sis Rose was married to Unk Crutch Henry Archer's son Willum, en dey moved fum de Lod<re to Richmond. 'Bout three week ago Sis Rose en Willumlied a liojht 'Dout some'in', eu Sid Eose hit Willum Archer cr iick on de head wid a stick er wood, en it kilt him, it pintly did. Willum Archer always was a sickly nigger. Well, Miss Anna, she done all she could, en gin him er funeral, cn den, bein1 ez she was a tviddcr, en pore, she come up to de Lodge to stay here 'longer Willum's daddy cn mumtm-. Unk Crutch Henry were - ' 'I nr:ll. miguty Tucieu uouieu nuiuw u^ug kilt, 'cause lie were dc onliestson whar lie had, but Sis Rose say she gwiue dar to bo all de company she ken for VVilluiu's folks." The peach knife fell Mrs. H , though schooled to Amelia eccentricities, stood transfixed. Then she gasped: . "And William's father and mother let her stay there after killing their on^ j ly sonr "Miss Anna," said Mary, in a peculiarly soothing voice, "Unk Crutch Henry done ax Rose huck umsho come to kill Willum Archer, en Sis Rose say she don' know huck m?j." ******* This was Monday. Sunday afternoon Mary rc-appearcd, an expression of triumphant excitement in her eyes, thnnch her manner was as gentle and deprecatory as ever. ?^ "Sis Rose Arefacr dead, Hiss Anna," ~she announced. "Dead! When did sliO'dic?" Mary smoothed her apron. "Well, Tuesday mornin1, Miss Anna, Br'er Jeames Barksdale went toCourtHouse, en de sheriff sont Sis Kose word to git ready, 'cause he was comin' to de Lodge Monday mornin' to git her en hang her for killin' of Willurn Archer. Eu Sis Rose say ef de sheriff were corum' to haug her, ez she were porely enyway, ' twcfnt wuth while to git up, so she gwinc die.'''' "Nonsense!" oricdMrs. H . "As if people could die when they chose!" "Sis Hose done die," said Mary, stoutly. "Sno say 'twcfnl wuth while to nit ud icsl to be liana cd. on she die ~ ^ %/ W last night, en please, Miss Anna, lcmmo go to dc funeral. Unk Cratch Henry gwine gin her a mighty nice bnryin', beiu' ez she was a widder en Willum Archer was de onliest sou he lied."?J. C. Cabell, in Editor's Drawer, Harper's Magazine for zepiemler. Pare Milk for a Summer Drink. "Anything new in summer drinks."" a reporter asked a bartender. "Yes?no, but tippling in pure milk is the fashion now. Hundreds and thousands of people in this city drink several glasses of milk per day, and gladly pay a nickle per glass. There is a good profit in the trade, and the restaurants and confectioners are prepared to meet the demand. Dozens of people, gentlemen and ladies, of all ages and conditions, call here every day and buy a glass of ice-cold miiK, and drink it with evident relish. Even the drug stores are beginning to see the demand, and many of them are prepared to meet it. You can go into almost any first-class drug store and obtain a large glass of pure milk, right off the ice. It is, I think, the best drink of all for hot weather, it quencnes thirst, does not promote excessive perspiration, and affords a healthful and easily assimilated article of food. It is largely taking the part of lager beer as a summer drink. There is as much food in a, Donnd of milk as there is in a pound of beef, and it is digested and assimilated without difficulty and with 110 overproduction of heat. I know several persons who, during the past ten days of hot weather, have not eaten as much solid food as would make one square meal, yet they are in good flesh, have good appetites, and excellent health, and have not felt any bad effects of the heat. They are simply living on milk and light bread almost entirely.1' The Flight of Hamming?Bir<ls. The humming-birds are small (the largest species attaining to about the size of a swallow, the smallest not much larger than a bumble-bee) and of delicate structure. They are famed for their magnificent plumage, which almost always displays metallic tints. -HirrVif rlnnc nnt rcscmhlQ that of ,4,ugu * ? ?7y-~ ? any of our native birds, being 8&yntained by rapid vibrations- oi the i' wings, which enables them to remain apparently motionless in one spot for a considerable lime. Their passage from place to place is effected by a seri ies of rapid darts, almost too swift for the eye to follow. Their flight might i perhaps be best compared to that of a ! moth. Like these insects, the humi ming-birds hover for long over a flow er, sipping the honey with their long. tiiin Dili, ana in otner particulars msu ?in color and form, for example? ; humming-birds and moths offer some remarkable parallels. Representatives of each may be found, to distinguish between which needs a closc scrutiny, i and which, when on the wing, might i perplex the best observer. To all out linn-iminer-hirHa vyuiu uj;|;cuiiiukc iui, uuujuj.uq ? are birds when at rest, insects when in 1 motion.?Popular cSiencc Monthly for ) September. I [ Swearing is wholly unknown ;u Ja1 '1*1 ? a trttlrtnno.l 1 I pan. 1I1U WUt5l UV1U a u apauwv vtvi i 1 1 applies to a man he dislikes is "beast" The Siege of Vicksburg. We had no siege-guns except six thirty-two pounders, and there were none at the West to draw from. Admiral Porter, however, supplied us with a battery of navy-grins of largo "! * J ?Ii.L 1 cauDer, ana wuu meat;, uuu mc ixciuartillery used in the campaign, the siege began- The first thing to do was to get the artillery in batteries where they would occupy commanding positions; then, to establish the camps, under r ?t - 11? -- U..4. coyer ironi me lire 01 mc tucmj, uut as near up as possible; and then to construct rifle-pits and covered ways, to connect the eutire command by the shortest route. The enemy did not harass us much while we were constructing our batteries. Probably their artillery ammunition was short, and their infantry was kept down by our sharp-shooters, who were always on the alert and ready to fire at a head whenever it showed itself above the rebel works. In no place were our lines more than six hundred yards from the enemy. It was necessary, therefore, to cover our men by something more than the ordinary parapet. To give additional protection, sand-bags, bullet-proof, were tiItooH ilnn or tViA tv-inc of thp. naranAt.S. I""*""' " ?- i r?' far enough apart to make loopholes for musketry. On top of these, logs were put. By these means the men were enabled to walk about erect when off duty, without fear of annoyance from sharp-shooters- The enemy used in their defense explosive musket-balls, thinking, no doubt, that, bursting over our men in the trenches, they woulido some execution. I do not remember a single case whcr3 a man was injured by a piece of one of these shells. When they were hit, and the ball exploded, the wound was terrible. In these cases a solid ball would have hit as well. Their use is barbarous, because they produce increased suffering without any corresponding advantage to tnose using them. The enemy could not resort to our method to protect their men, because we had an inexhaustible supply of ammunition to draw upon, and used it freely. Splinters from the timber would have made havoc among the men behind. There were no mortars with the besiegers, except those that the navy had i4r\\a n5fr? Kr*f atiaq 1U IlUUb VI bUV.' \^iUJ ^ k/U? ?? wuvw were made by taking logs of the toughest wood that could be found, boring' them out for six or twelve pounder shells, and binding them with strong iron bands- These answered its coehorns, and shells were successfully thrown from them into the trenches of the enemy. The labor of building the batteries and of intrenching v/as largely done by the oioneers. assisted by Dezroes who came within our lines and "who were paid for their work; but details from the line had often to be made. The wort was pushed forward as rapidly as possible, and when an advanced position was secured and.covered from the lire of the enemy, the_batteries were advanced. By tbc 80th oT JunsTtiera were two hundred and twenty guus in ni^atlv lifrht; be ^WOiliVU) ^ , sides a battery of heavy guns belonging to, and manned and commanded by the navy. Wc were now as strong for defense against the garrison of Yicksburg as they were against us; but I knew that Johnson was in our rear, and was receiving constant re-enforcements from the East. He had at this time a larger force than I had had at any time prior to the battle of Champion's Hill.?From General Grant's Paper in the September Century. uch Croaking About Marriage. The average society journal devotes about one column per week to the discussion of the so-called marriage problem. In this the tendency toward celibacy is again and again repeated and ever7 remedy which could possibly be thought of is vented at some time and place. In nine cases out of ten, while some responsiDinty is aunouica 10 men, the blame for the falling off in marriages is placed upon women. They are accused of being vain, extravagant, incompetent, and frivolous, and utterly without qualification for any sterner work than flirting or idling away whole days over sensational novels. The merits of the young man who minds his own business and doesn't get married arc lauded to the skies; those of a girl who does exactly the same thin^ are never mentioned. ? course, iuc juuug uiuu um uui blamo for the falling off in the number of marriages, Who ever heard of a young man who was lacking in any single or double respect? As a rule, they never smoke, drink, or idle their time away, but arc busy day after day developing their mental qualities by indusLrious studv. and saving their hard-earned wages for the purpose of getting married at a later day. Girls frequent beer saloons, play pool, and organize expensive clubs, but the young man has no. time for such frivolous entertainment If he did he would fall quite to the level of his sister, aDd such a fate must be escaped at all hazards. The marriage problem will doubtless solve itself in a little time, as most evils work out their own solution. At any rate, there is no reason to fear the depopulation of the country from the falling off in the number now. Nearly every institution that the world has ever sanctioned at some time or another has passed through some species of trial. The desire for congenial feminine society is natural to every man, and wiU continue to bo gratified in spite of high rents and extravagant markets. Aad while it is being gratified, just a little less of the one-sided arguments against women would be acceptable.. On the whole, women are us sensible as men?very ofton more so?and giv-en a fair opportunity, with a husband worthy of the name, they are usually able to do iheir parr toward keeping the wolf from the door and making homo pleasant for those who share in its happiness. ?I'hiiiulclj lua Times. imagiue a slenderly bui.t mau, about the medium height, weighing, possibly, 140 pounds, and who, although 38 years old, appears 60, but retains the erect figuro and quick movements of youth; a complexion naturally dark and tanned by the sun, with black, feverish eyes, black hair, uud a thin mustache, so ; black tiiat it seems uyeu; ciouiea in a plain business suit liiat may have uccu picked up in any ready-made store, a standing collar, frayed at the corners, a black tic, a commonplace straw hat, and chcap shoes, staring, intensely black eyes, the most prominent feature of the thin,. restless face, which looks prematurely aged, and yet displays a TT! i .?if in i nnrt , VY ULlUUlUi YACiAilLJ iU. ! This man will be Sam Jones, the great Sonthern evangelist.?Louisville Courier Journal Pierre Lorillard's new dog kennels will cost about $60,000. __ Anecdotes of Justice. 'ine justice 01 ine peace is sometimes a peculiarity, and if some one does cot watch him he will exceed his jurisdiction. It took a constable, a sheriff, a prosecuting attorney and a club to convince a Wyoming justice of the peace that he had no right to send a man to tho penitentiary for life. Another justice in Utah sentenced a criminal to be hung on the following Friday between twelve and one o'clock of said day, but he couldn't enforce the sentence. A Wisconsin justice of the peace granted a divorce and in two weeks married the couple over again?ten dollars for the divorce and two dollars.for the relapse. Another Badger justice bound a yuuu^ luiiu uvui lu ajjjjuui. u.uswer at the next term of the circuit court for the crimc of chastity, and the evidence was entirely circumstantial, too. Another one,when his first case came up, jerked a candle-box around behind the dining-room table, put his hat on the back of his head, borrowed a chew of tobacco from the prisoner and said: "Now, boys, the court's open. The first feller that says a word unless I speak to him will get paralyzed. Now, tell your stor}'." Then each witness and the defendant reeled off his yarn without being sworn. The justice fined the defendant ten dollars and made the complaining witness pay half the costs. The justice then took the fine and put it in his pocket, adjourned court ana in an hour was so full that it took six men to hold his house still long enough for him to get into the door. A North Park justice of the peace and undersheriff formed a partnership years ago for the purpose of supplying the people with justice at New York prices, and by doing a strictly cash business they dispensed with a good deal of justice, such as it was. it was a misdemeanor 10 kiu game and ship it out of the state, and as there was a good deal killed there, consisting of elk, antelope and'black tail deer especially,and as it could not be hauled out of the Park at that seson without going across the Wyoming line and back again into the state of Colorado, the undersheriff would lead himself down with warrants, signed in blank, and station himself on horseback at the foot of the pass to the north- He would then arrest everybody indiscriminately who had any fraction of a deer, antelope or elk on his wagon, try the case then and there, put on a fine of $25 to $75, which if paid never reached the treasury, and then he would wait for another victim. The average man would ratner pay me nne man go DacK a hundred miles through the mountains to stand trial, so the undersherifr and justice thrived for some time. But one day the undersheriif served his patent automatic warrauton a young man who refused to comc down. The officer then drew one of those large baritone instruments that generally has a coward at one end and a corpse at the other. He pointed this at the young man and assessed a tine of $50 and costs. Ios4oAti. of-payinjr. tkls.tinn. tha youth, who was quite nimble, but unarmed, knocked the bogus ofiicer down with the butt end of his six-mule whip, took his self-cocking credentials away and lit out. In less than a week the justice and his copper were in the refrigerator.?Bill Aye in N. Y. Mercury. Thp "Pf'nnrif. Rnn.lnza. I have often wondered how it was that the dreamy-eyed sons of Italy? the wrecked scions of Roman aristocracy?could link their destinies to a paltry peanut stand, and indulge hopes of amassing sufficient wealth to enable them to regain the lordiy estate lost at chuck-hick. But J. wonder no longer; a llood of light has burst in upon me, and I faintly begin to comprehend a "scoop." It happened in this wise: Glancing over an exchange, in the hope of spurring into action a jaded idea, my eyes fell upon the following: "Peanuts were never so cheao as thev now arc, the price per pound being from 3J up to 5 cents.1' Seizing my hat, 1 hurried down to the stand of a disguised count, who has heretofore managed to escape the sidewalk ordinance, and asked for a ""nickel's worth of peanuts. Spreading out a large newspaper, I told him to empty them in it, as I knew that all the pocket room I had wouldn't accommodate a pound of librous fruit. Judge then, my surprise. I might say indignation, I as the count leisurely tilled up a little battered tin pint measure (with his thumb included), and stolidly emptied them into my improvised receptacle. The seoret was now out?1 stood in the presence of a bonanza king, a grinding monopolist, who was content with nothing less than a profit of 500 per cent "Well might the plumber hide his diminished head, or the druggist grow ereen with enw.?I'ittsbura Chronicle. O ^ ? ? ^ _ A New Hotel Dodge. "Key to 278!" said the bell-boy to the clerk of a city hotel, as he rushed up to the counter. The clerk took the key out of the box and extended it to the boy, when a thought struck him, and he stopped and looked in the box at the address on an envelope lying there. "Who wants it?" he inquired. "Lady in parlor?in a hurry," renlioH Front daneintr a iior of iinoa r?"?? o * o ? ??* tience. "That ain't her room. Go back and ask for her name." Front disappeared and returned presently, slowly. She says it don't make any difference?it's a mistake?and she's gojie." "Thought so!" ejaculated the clerk to a. reporter standing by. "She was working the new racket. It's a pretty good one, and sometimes takes; operated by women generally. They <*o into the ladies' parlor, ring for the bellboy, and send him in a matter-of-fact way for the key of some room. He asks the clerk for it, and, if he is busy and minting 01 somemmg eise, ne' hands it out without a question- Then { the female sharper goes through the room in a hurry, trusting to thieves' luck that the occupant vrSl not return before she gets away. Then the hotel j io roenA?ciKlft -fS\t thrt l^CQ ,9/ T.MAtQ AW4 KUV ivcu* *?*vCkronicic. The great 3and bar which is the conspicuous feature of the fine bathing beach at Far Rockaway was not in existence thirty years ago. One night there was a crreat storm, and when the - .. ? o people awoke the next morning, instead of living on an ocean, they were living on an inlet, with a big sand bar in front of them running thirty miles along the coast The people who owned the land on the shore opposite this bar claimed the new land, and succeeded in making good their claim ' - ? - 11 - 1- - 1 J 4.U-4.1 in trie courts to an me muu iu;it iuj directly in front of their original site. P. T. Barnum lias promised to give Jurubo's skin to Tuftt's College when the elephant dies. I WIT AND HUMOR. "It is impolite to talk to a man when he is reading." It is just as impolite to read to a man when he is talking.?Philadelphia CaXL ~ ?C fV?A AA*An/%*?'<5 Jrtw'rttt JL liC VClUiLb Ui UiV/ v/uvi g jU4j vm the dead base-ball umpire was "He tried to please both nines." It covered the ground.?Norristown Herald. One-eighth of the bicyclists in the country are physicians. Even the surgeons and doctors know how: to dram up trade in hard times Dy coaxing t'other fellows on. An old colored woman upon being immersed in Palatka last Sqnday exclaimed: "Bress do Lord, dis am five times 1'se been baptized."?Jacksonville (Fla.) Herald. "One spirituelle girl," says a seaside landlord, "will eat up, waste, and muss over more food than any two men who sit-, at. mv t.ihlftjL I'd rather board a bear."?Detroit Free Press. It took six Philadelphia policemen to get a drunken female cook down to the statiou house. She had just advertised: 4'Piace wanted by a sober, sweei-tempered cook." Baroness X (on the promenade): "Just look what a ridiculous costume Countess Y has got on this time. I wish I knew where she gets her dresses made."?Die Wespen. Mrs. Ernest Hulskamp, who was Miss Morosini, is studying for the sta<re. If she were studying for the hack her husband could give her lessons.?New Orleans Picayune. Mrs. Behrens, who wrote to her lover, "I wischt I hot wings dis minet I wot fiei too you and skwis you on my heart ana teil you how I fel dis moment," evidently spells by ear. O, was it I, or was it you?" asks the golden-haired poet, Nora Perry. Tf ?Cor* will refrain from makinsr a noise, perhaps we can shore it ontothe proof-reader. ?Buffalo Express. Mother, there was a dead moose in the milk-pail. Mother?Well, didn't you take it out? Carl?No; I threw the cat inl-Didas Kan. And so Onida is to be married? If in the course of human events she should one day be left desolate, would it be a mere flower of rhetoric to speak of the Ouida's weeds??Boston Traveler. _ You will never see a sadder face than the face of him who wears the anxious look of one who has loaned a lead-pencil and is momentarily expecting that it will not be returned.?Boston Tran~ script. Joseph Taylor offers to let the current carry him over Niagara Falls far $10,000. Mr. Taylor is extravagant It is believed the current will under take the job for a much less sum*?? tuck. -JXarHhg a game bcLwflP.n the ?- ' and the Melrose Club the other day tho a~ cry of a baby was heard in the midst of a lull. The umpire raised a laugh by singing out "One bawl!"?Lowell Courier. Passenger ? Captain, how far are we from land? Captain?About two miles." Passenger?But 1 can't see it. I2 what direction is it? Captain?Straight down, sir"?Harper's Bazar. It should be remembered to the everlasting credit of Nebuchadnezzar that# though he cast Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego into the fiery furnace, he did not ask them: "Well, is this hot enough for you V?Philadelphia Record. "Now, Uncle Gabe, if you hare anything on your heart, any last wish, speak out," said the parson to an old ?Itt r 4/1 Xiegru WUU UUU KJIXLJ 0 IV t? UVUi ^ W live. "I ain't got no las': wish 'cept dat I wants ter get wciL"?Chicago Living Church. A Kentucky girl was struck by light* ning while dressing for her wedding. Without turning aronnd or taking iho hairpins out of her mouth sho simply remarked: "You girls had better stop flinging your shoes till we get started. ?Burlington, Free Press. Marriage in high life. ? Judge: "John Henry, do you take this woman to be your wedded wife?" Bride: "So you ask him if ho takes me to be his wife? I guess you had better ask me if I. take him. He is only an editor, and I've got $47 laid up."?Texas Siftings. A Boston Courier reporter asked the Superintendent of Schools the other day, "How docs it happen that there are so many old maids among the school-teachers?" and ho replied: "Because school-teachers are as*a rule women of sense, and no sensible woman will give up a $30 position for a $40 lrwn '' An individual was lately complaining how muclr lie suffered from the heat at night when in bed. "1 never do," replied the friend; "summer aad winter alike I have two blankets on my bed." "How dreadful!" "Wait till I've done?in summer I wear them under the mattress." ? Almanage de Barcelona. "Are you superstitious, my dear?" said Miss Bi?die McGinnis to a newlyarrived stranger in Austin, to whom she had bccomc engaged. "Not a bit, but why do you ask?" replied tho youth. "Nothing except you are the thirteenth gentleman to whom I have been engaged."? Texas Siflingt. We don't suppose there is any truth i in the rumor that reaches us from Washington to the effect that the Con\ gressional liccord has joined the syndicate which prints illustrated stories and portraits of "Men of the Honr." A change in the literary character of the Record is desirable, but it already prints too much fiction.?Norristovon Herald* An English paper is of the opinion that the power of the dynamiters in this country should be curtailed. We second the motion, as did the old darky in the congregation when the preacher prayed that Uio power of satan be curtailed. He said: "Yes, amen! Bress de Lord. Cut his tail smack, smoove ofil"?Texas ? Sifting s. Adam Smith wes a cattle-dealer, and was a very wicked man. A campmeeting was in progress in his locality. and among many others who were converted were several members of his family. At last he consented to visit the meeting, and during the progress of the service one of his daughters came around to where her father was sitting, and in tears she said to him:' "Father, I am wedded to the Lord." "Wedded to who, did you say, Mary Ann?'" "The Lord, father." 4If that's so, b'gosh, the Smiths hare got into a good familj at last."?Pretzel1 s Weekly. > A