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THOS. J. ADAMS, PROPRIETOR. EDGEFIELD, S. C., THURSDAY MARCH 17, 1892. VOL. LVn. NO. IO. TIRED. ELLA WHEELER WILLCOX. I am tired tc-night, and something The wind, maybe, or the rain. Or the cry of the bird in the copse outside Has brought back the past and its pain. And I feel, as I sit bere thinking, That the hand of a dead old June Has reached out bold of my heart's loose strings, And is drawing them up in tone. I am tired to-night, andJI miss you And long for you, love, through t O? rs * And it seeme but today that I saw you go You who have been gone for years; And I seem to be newly lonely, I, who am so much alone; And the strings of my heart are weli in tune, But they have not the same old tone. I am tired, and that old sorrow Sweeps down the bed of my soul, As a turbulent river might suddenly break Away from a dam's control. It beareth a wreck on its bosom, A wreck with a snow-white sail,# And the hand on my heartstrings thrums away, But they only respond with a wail. "Popular Crazes." The editor of Tho Century has an article on "Popular Crazes" that deserves attention because it aptly applies to the Third. Party craze that now afficts this district and this State. The article in question was called forth by Prof. "James Bryce's 'American Com mon wealth, certain chapters of hwhic strikingly reveal the author'* remarkable insight into American methods and character. Prof. Bryce holds that "in nc country is public opinion so power ful as in the United State." Remar king that one of the chief problems of free nations is "to devise means whereby the national will shall be most fully expressed, most quickly known and most unresistingly and cheerfully obeyed, he says : j "Towards this goal the Ameri cans have marched with steady steps, unconsciously as well a? consciously. Towering over Pres idents and State Governors ; over Congress and State Legislatures; over conventions and the vas! machinery of party, public opin ion stands out in ?he United States as the great source of powers the master of servants who tremble before it. "There is no class or set of men whose Eipecial functions it is to form and lead public opinion. The politicians certainly do not. Pub lic opinion leads them. "A sovereign is not less a sover eign because his commands are sometimes misheard or mis reported. In America every on*? listens for them. Those who man age the affairs of this country obey to the best of their hearing, The people must not be hurried A statesman is not expected tc move ahead of them; he mus! rather seem to follow, though: ii he has tjie courage to tell the peo ple that they were wrong and refuse to be the instrument, hi will be all the more respected." The people have great faith ii their destiny, beeause they hav< confidence in themselves to fine out what is right and to stand bj it. They can be trusted to se? through the sophistries of derna gogues and false teachers who foi their own selfish ends seek to ride into public favor and to office up on some passing craze that seemi to be popular *nr that promisef relief in general distress. Bul perils in the shape of new politi cal parties or financial or economic heresies are in the end discardec by the sober-second thought of th( American people. We can recall several of thesi new political fads since the clos< of the war which passed away al most as suddenly as they rose They were not near as strong a they appeared to be with the peo pie. They were in reality wha Professor Bryce calls.."the mishear ing of public opinion." Th Granger movement made a grea noise in 1873. It seemed to b powerful in a few Western Statet but it was dead in a few years. Ii 1878 the Greenback, party carrie* Maine, and elected members o Congress from several Westen States. This was the party tha insisted the government shouh put its printing presses to worl and issue money to the people o the States, but it disappeared in i few years. Then came the Labo party in 1886, after the grea ?trikes in some of the States, bu it went down with Henry George' candidacy for the mayoralty ii New York that year when h polled 68,000, ' Judging of the future of partie that have come into being nude so-called popular crazes the Thin party will ?oon follow in tl inglorious wake of its predecesso: In all respects it is one of the mo pernicious of the crazes that hi afflicted the South. But it wi , not remain long to cumber an afflict the people with .its banefi pr?sence. The editor of The Century saj that, in every instance public opii ion was the sovereign under who: commands the "craze" wt abandoned j by the politician When they discover that the pe< pie are not ready for what is take for a popular movement, -they ai the first to abandon it. "It ie in possible to say whether os-no t tb people, had "ever I>a?D:vBOv?trongl in fa vor of one of these crazes .? the politicians.: supposed.- .Moi were , in f ave* ..of themvat tfaej birth than at the moment of thei abandonment, for in the intel vening period the work, of edncf tiou had been in progress, and th American people are quick to dif cover an error and equally quic in correcting it." The demagogues and office seek ing politicians:, in the words c Porf. Bryce, had "mistakei eddies and cross currents, for th main stream of opinion." Th statesman who has the courag , to tell people that they are wron will be all the more respected. 1 [Augusta Chronicle.J i Sad Death of Four Children. 1 ATHENS, Ga., August 29.-J story has reached here fror Madison county, telling of the sa death of the four children of family named Wilson in the ebor space of forty minutes, three o them from the bite of a rattlesnak and the other by drowning. The sad affair occurred a fe^ day a ago. Mrs. Wilson went to J spring near the house for watei taking the baby with her. Shi had left tho house but a ebor i time when screams attracted he . attention, and hastening there . found two of her children dead am the third one sick. The littli . fellow, however, was able to talk ' and said that they had pokc< - their fingers through a crack ii i the floor and a hen under th? , house had bitten them. Mrs. Wilson hurried back t< the spring, and there found thai her little baby had crawled int< the spring and been drowned , When the mother returned to th( house she found the little boy al sc dead. Some time later, tho fathei returned. Search was made, anc a huge rattlesnake was found un i der the house and killed. Paris eats 1,000 horses weekly. New York has 230,000 Hebrews Ironing is now done by eloc , trie i ty. Bees have an antipathy for darli ' colors. |. _ ? The ashes of burnt corks make fine black paint. L There. Are 12,400 saloons in New > York and Brooklyn. No Chinese has been naturalized 1 for thirteen years. ) - j The American people spend $42, r 000,000 a year for letter postage. ? Twenty words per minute is th? . average at which longhand it r written. ? Chinese control almost the entire shoemaking business in Calfornia. j - } Six Millions of dollars .are in j. vested in the manufacture .ni dynamite in the United States. : Envelopes were first used in 1 Prance in the time of Louis XIV. A busy doo tor gives .away at least a quarter of his services. 9 - B The number of dwelling in the United States in 1891 was 8,955, 912. s The average daily, amount-.ol " sunshine is little more than three t -hours. One man out of every twenty 8 five occupies his own house in * England. e - j Mr. Astor's income equals a Q regular flow of $7.28 a minute. i In the ?nited States there are f about sixteen mitlion cows-one a for every four persons. t Eighty millions of dollars is the * annual amonnt paid to school 1 teachers in the United States, r ------ _ Many coffee planters ia Mexico r make a profit of 250 pet cent on I the amount of money invested. t Tourist-" My little man, can s you tell what o'clock it is?" Little a Rustic-"Twelve o'clock. "Tourist e -? Not later than that?" Little Rustic-" It never gets any later s than twelve in this little one hoss r town. Ai soon as it is twelve it d goes ngbt back to one again," SOUTH CAROLINA, THE PRIMARY DOES NOT SETTLE STATE AFFAIRS. BUT SEEMS TO BE A SIG NAL FOR GREATER IRRITATION. - THE THIRD PA RT Y LAUNCHED. Republican . In depende nt ls ni Danger All Bound. Pass into South Carolina and talk and youjgill B^on get a good understanding of thepolitical situa-tion there. .Everybody talks politics in the State and you will therefore have. , little trouble as you proceed . in studying the situation. As you go you will mee t men of as many varied views and, interesting to know, varied political tendencies-that is to wards varied parties-almost as Joseph' Bcoat had many colors. Five years ago this was not the case. The Democratic party was as strong-footed then in South Caro, lina as the Blue Ridge that, over looked the State. To-day thousands of white Sou tn Carolians are ready for aay party. Now, lef it be stated that a Third Party electoral ticket will be put in the field in South Caro lina as soon as possible-within two weeks. This is nens. I found this out yesterday in Columbia. ThiB action is decided upon. The Republicans, chances are nine to one, will put out.' a State and electoral ticket before November indeed it is almost certain that they will do this. There is a large independent feeling and sentiment in the Sta*e also, in addition to the above tickets. This comes from the Tillman opposition, out of which grew, an independent movement and candidate for Governor in 1890. This movement, is by no means dead. And then the people lu learned so much, of their woes ; within the las tty? or. three yes rs. j and are in such-an unsettled state j of mind that ,they are ready r i as many more parties as they ha ve ? at present. A campaign of edu . tion is a good thing, but at 1: same time it is the truth that "a little learning is a dangerous thing." Governor Tillman has won his fight. He is the Democratic nominee for next governor by a large majority. . He stood upon the Ocala Alliance platform which was adopted in the Ma}' conven tion in Columbia as the platform of the Democrats. He said to me yesterday, "say for me that if this ^hird party movement starts in this State I shall fight it to the death." Senator Irby said the same thing. They were sitting on the veranda of the govornor's mansion together. I went down to the office of Mr J. W. Bowden, the managing editor of The Cotton Plant, the Alliance organ of the State, edited by Dr. Stokes, uutil recently the president of the State Alliance and a candidate for congress in the elections just concluded. Mr. Bowden is a very agreeable and intelligent gentleman. He it was who wrote the famous Third Party editorial in The Cotton Plant during the late Chicago convention, declaring that South, Carolina would-not support ..Cleve land. I catechised Mr. Bowden and he submitted pleasantly., "Mr. Bowden will the Third Party do anything in South Caro lina this year?" Mr. Bowden. "We will put an electoral ticket in the field now. within two weeks, that is by the 15th of September I suppose. We may wait until after the Demo cratic State Convention." (This convention occurs on September 31st.) 'I suppose, this is an above board business Mr. Bowden. You will tell me then if you are a Third Party advocate." Mr. Bowden. "Yes I am a Third Party or People's Party man." "Will.you have a convention?" Mr- Bowden. "I think not. Conventions are- too expensive. Wo wil1 name-an electoral ticket by | a committee most probably.'" This straight? Straight. Certain to be doutt? AbBolutety certain. We will oppose Cleveland. We shall run a Weaver electoral ticket. "Will yon put out a state ticket in opposition to Governor Tillman and his ticket?" "No; the peoples' party people' are satisfied with the State govern, ment. I am as strong a Ben Till man man as there ie in the State. I am a Democrat, andso are all our people when it comes to State politics. And that is the way I want our party to stay. But in regard to national affairs we .must divide. There are thousands of our white people in South Carolina who will not support Cleveland, They are determined to support Weaver. Therefore we are obliged to start the party , and put jrota ticket. We do this to keep these people from breaking: away irom the Democratic party, altogether., We will contrive to support Governor Tillman.." . '..Will not the Governor oppose the Therd Party?" "Oh, I suppose so. "You will get your Third Party support for the electoral ticket largely from the Tillman sup ports?" "Yes, but they will come from both sides." "Will you put out Congressmen?" "No." Mr. Bowden was not very firm in this declaration. He continued to talk about the feeling the third Party had and would exert toward national affairs. I reminded him that the office of Congressman was a national office, but he did not answer further in regard to running Congressmen but said the People's Party in South Carolina would for the present intereat itself only in national affairs. So I am in doubt as to what Mr. Bownen thinks positively in regard to Congress" "How many Third Party men have you in the State?" "I believe about 30,000,', "Who will be the leaders of the party over here?" "I cannot say yet. Indeed we have'n t any leader yet, as we are not yet organized, but will be within a few weeks." - "Wh . . 'Mon do von h-.?id with rh , None, i suppose my Coliimb?fk gi vos aa''*'-'* P coin inenc?j. ?ii u letters tb m. lavery u^; lrum . ? from ?hird Party people, Mus explains my position. You are a South Carolina, Mr. Bowden?" Yes, raised in Anderson county. Mr. Bowden said that Talbert was the choice or preference "of the Third Party people in the Hecond district for Congress. _"Well, Mr. Bowden." I asked, "if you are Third Party and sup port Talbert, how about his being Third. PartyT' k ,-*WelU;. to be perfectly frank with you."Mr.? Bowden said. "Talbertin his principles is with us, he stands with us on the?maha platform" Mr. Bowden is a handsome gentleman with a strong honest face. He was reading a Century Magazine when I found him and I left him to it to catch the train. "How are you all on Tom Watson?" I asked... Oh, we are all Tom Watson men." The leading, men in Columbia of both factioas of the Democratic Party told me that Bowden was the chief Third Party man in the State. * * * * . Judge Melton is reported to have said.within the last few days that he would be the next Gov ernor of South Carolina. Judge Melton is the biggest Republican in South Carolina. Will the Republicans put out a State ticket then? In answer to this it may be said that it has come pretty straight from a number of Republican sources that they will, and that leading Democrats are appre? hensive about the matter. Judge A. C. Haskell said to me while the election returns wer? coming in, but,before a re sue it was indicated, "if Tillman is nomina ted the Republicans will put out a State ticket, but if Sheppard is nominated they will not." "There is a serious trouble in the ?amp. If a republican State ticket is put out (and there is but little doubt that one will be) there is too good an opportunity for one to be discarded. I say npon my own authority, upon good information, that it will be the most respectable Republican party ever held in South Carolina, for hundreds-if not several thous and-white man of the best families of the State will go to the Republican party. This is not to say the leaders of the Conserva tive or anti-Tillman element being ai irr? . -p.}. crati crae; Thoi of si Caro :;ould gp with this party, but the foposition to Gov. Tillman is very tatter, and many conservative or tnti-Tillman people in the State go into the Republican party it is started this year in South ?rolina on a respectable plane ame anti-Tillman people will ?in the Third Party. I heard a imber of Conservatives declare the streets of Columbia that sy would not vote for Governor Iman. In addition to the j?rd Party and the Republican arty which will soon shake them ?ves atld their shaggy manes on fcnoble soil of ?South Carolina, fee is a very large element of th? Conservative faction who are in favor of running an independent ticket, as was done two years ago One of the leading and wisest and best Conservatives in the Staj? gave me an earnest talk. He saidt;there weie men all over South Carolina who loved and honored Judge Haskell who ran as in dependent two years ago, and they considered him as sound a Demo crats there was anywhere. They believed in Democracy from principle-that is they believe in irinciples of Democracy. They jderedthat the party which lied the Democratic party in South Carolina was not Demo ij| that the principles of Demo were discarded from it. ^Conservatives were in favor feting a new party in South ba-any kind of a party} as far a?name was concerned, which couldfeoppose Gouernor Tillman and tlfe present nominally Demo cratic^ party. These gentlemen want fo hold the Democratic ban ner &t they see it stainless, and claim, ?at it needs raising now. "One i |my nearst relatives." said my ii formant intertains these iews hough I oppose them." Fwiiithis material may be derive'! .J: interesting speculation. May not the Republicans come in and cuy-:the State for Harrison I IIT??W ^rV-^hoae conditions with lithe- P?lr") ii~ tito field agaic rt \ iCJ^r?lv....i'' fur. ibo Stat* govern- j h?* to '.. . ' " \ bo adheres . /At a f?tr . ftttd fV- ' I dnreconeiied opposition ; Thfc . a mon-h. iorui iuterest.ag. development;?, j JttUGH C. MIDDLETON. in Augusta Chronicle. Perilous Kiding on the Iron Horse. "Did you ever ride on a locomotive?" asked 0. G. Haskins. "I tried it once and haye no desire to repeat the experi ment It was out in Colorado, where yon sometimes run so close to bottom less chasms that you could drop your hat into them, and make turns so short and sudden that it nearly disjoints your spinal vertebrae. The master mechanic was an old friend of mine and gave me permission to ride over the road on the engine o' the lightning express. The engineer did not appear to fancy my presenoe much, bot treated mo civilly? We w?r? J?liind time, the night was j black as l^ebus, and a terrific thunder storm was' raging. The engineer was determined to go in on time, and the way hq rushed around those c orv es and across canyons was enough to make a man's hair turn gray. "The peculiar thing about these moun tain engines is that they do not take a curve like any other vehicle. They go plunging straight ahead until you feel . sure that they are clear of the track and suspended in midair, and then shoot around and leave you to wonder by what miracle you have been .saved. The trucks take the curve in the orthodox manner, but the superstructure is so ar ranged that it consumes more time in making the turn. With the lightning playing about the mountain peaks and half disclosing th? frightful gorges and swollen torrents, the great iron leviathan swaying and plunging along that slip pery, serpentine track, I first realized the perils of railway travel and the re sponsibility of the sullen man who kept his hand on the throttle and his eye on the track. I stood with my heart in my throat, admiring his nerve, but not envy ing him his job. At the first stop " clambered back into the coach and staid there,"-St Louis Globe-Democrat I Bright Old Men in Essex County. Essex, county, Mass., has been noted not only for its legal lights like Rufus Choate, Caleb dishing, Judge Story arid others.. but also for its deputy sheriffs, some of whom have served many years. Of one of these men, Daniel Potter, many amusing stories have been told. At one time he entered a newspaper office iri Salem, and addressing the only scribe who was in sight said: "I thought I would tell you that to morrow I shall go where I never went before and can never go again." ' The scribe, knowing his caller, promptly "gave it np," and then Mr. Potter Bald: "It is into my eightieth yearr Some years ago these old deputies had a gathering- at the home of a certain one of their number in Gloucester. While they were roaming about the house the host called the attention of his guests to an old clock, a great favorite of his. He told his friends of his great attach ment to this ancient timepiece and grev quite pathetic at certain points in his remarks, which he brought to a close by saying in a voice full of emotion: "Gentlemen, I have wound up that clock every night for more than forty years." He had evidently made an impression on his visitors, when one old deputy, who had been carefully examining the clock, turned the tide of feeling evoked by the story by saying dryly: "Well, I always did think you were something of an idiot! That's an eight day clock!"-Xontb'r Companion. DON'T GROWL. BT E. B. Don't growl About the weather For easier 'tis you'll find, To make your mind to weather Than weather to your mind, Don't growl About "the sermon," And show your lack of wit, For, like a boot, a sermon hurts The closer it doth flt. Don't growl About your neighbor For in your neighbor's view, His neighbor is not faultless. That neighbor being you. JOE AND THE BULL. BY WILL. T. HALE. Born and reared on a farm, naturally some of the sweetest hours I recall were past there. The pure, peaceful life with the negro lads and neighbor boys prosy as it may appear to some was not without its little incidents of pleasure or sorrow. Among the pleasing incidents which come before my mind's eye, is one which occurred about the beginning of the Civil war; and even now I find myself laughing over the episode in which old Joe -black, contrary, but kind-hearted Joe-figured as the hero. One morning in August, Joe, his three boys, Kitt, Bill and Cass, and I, were out at the barn where Joe was feeding the horses. He had just finished, and was standing by the door slowly grinding into powder the tobacco leaves in his left palm with the fingers of his right, preparatory to taking a smoke. "Joe," said my father, coming out of the house, "If you and the other boys will lay by that piece of late roasting ears by noon, you can have the afternoon iu which to fish. This is Saturday, you know." This served as a stimulus, of course, and the proposition was readily accepted by the hands: . r than usual, ii* Siyep grown slaves belonging to us werf j t a&en malcing ?iejkw^tp rio patch . ' -' .....? ..xv fr.i: sr~ ? '< f vuud rv- or-:-.- the old slaves^ - on ld be, i ' the field, "ef you an' my tads will put de feed in de stables by de time we gits de co'n laid by, it'll gim me mo' time fer ter stir, roun' atter dinner an' git up de poles an' lines, so's we kin git a early | J stan ter de crick. Me an' you, wid Kit an' Bill an' Cass, will go to-11 gether, an' let de other bucks go by 'emse'fs somewhar's else. I knows whar dey is a fine place, wid de trouts dess a honin' ter be drug out'n de holes !" It is hardly necessary to state that we had the corn and hay in the stalls long before noon. After thia was done, we took our seats under a large beech growing by the fence enclosing the corn field where we could watch the laborers at their work, and anxi ously count the rows which must be plowed before the evening's pleasure waa earned. The sun waa shining hotly down, but a generous breeze was stirring the green blades of the corn. Aunt Violet, Joe's wife, her glistening face surmounted by a red handerchief tied so as to resemble a turban, was on the hill opposite our residence gather ing berries for a pie-for the blackberries were not yet all gone -stopping occasionally to twit the plowmen as they followed their plows through the seemingly end less rows of corn. Bolow the meadow two Or three crows, with noisy clangor, were making war on a gaunt hawk which had ventured about their haunts, and, far above, a vulturo sailed, "stately and still like a ship at sea." After awhile the great dinner horn sounded-sounded as the negroes were finishing their alloted tasks. Hardly taking time to partake of the splendid dinner of beans, pease, beets, onions, cucumbers, eggs, fried chicken, butter and Aunt Violet's black berry pie, we made our way to the place where Joe declared the trouts to be "dos a-honiu' ter be drug out'n de holes." Our success was better than the most sanguine had hoped for. We remained on the banks of the stream until three o'clock, having by that time a nice string of trout, when Joe discovered a black loud in the West which he said por tended a heavy shower. We gathered up our tackle and fish and started to return. "Let's cut across dis paatur'," luggetted Joe, "fer it's heap ?eares.' I tell you we ain't mich time ter waste, fer de s gwine ter be right on us d'recl We did as he suggested. Y re had passed over about hal he path running through mature, the negro lads who .un ahead came rushing back, ore reaching us they turned, d jed the fish and scaled the fenc "What's de matter wid you?" c mded Joe, pausing. "De bull is after us ! Deas a ieee us he starts," explained C 'He's a muley, but he looks dei langus." "You a set ob cowards;" Toe, angrily, while I, ignoi ously, sought the fence also. "Cowards, all ob you ;" contir Toe. He ain't nothin' but a li )le yearlin.' Des wait an' mow you what grit is. He s ;wine ter' tack me.-dat he ai Let me git dis stick. You li ?hilluns what is afeard ob cal less go on to de big house an' le ole folks dat you is gwine nake mighty fine sogcrs, lothin' es big as a muley caff ? tacks yer." By this time the bull had cc veli in sight, and, seeing ? lirectedhis attention to that chi rion. Joe saw that the animal i t three-years-old; but having rood stout club and not daring .etreat after so much brag s bluster, he concluded to stand 'bout" with the brute. "Run, Joe!" I called; 1 Toe was not now in an attitude .etreat, the battle was on. cept his eyes on those of his snc ng antagonist and prepared to j n every blow to advantage. It v aughable to note the old negi ittempts at agility as he dodf vhen the bull would make unge. Presently Joe's face began 'row ashen, and his eyes had vild and desneratAaior0 ir the; \? ibo brute gathered himself ; i more determined pluc,-. ' ietiip? \v on>\ h: &2t?& ? - - .t - ~ " ? . ? I', i'v ??in'g pornap; i??i "'?ri ?W?iV, L/Cy?UiVIjg '-iii.t> UJC'-'I .ion ','"?9 indeed the better nari ir*lor, ?ie ^viiodjind _f!ed ? ! iirection of the sapling. ?Appearing conscious that h victim was about to elude him, tl bull redoubled his energies in t] 3ndeavor to overtake the negi ind he succeeded ! "Huyee I" exclaimed Joe, as 1 jot within ten feet of the tree, n iaringto look back for fear < losing ground. "Huyee I" he whooped, again, bi aad hardly uttered .the; word b fore the hornless front of tl in im al struck him about the mi ile of the back, and threw him little upwarel and "a. right, ama: for'ard/' . as he afterward axpressed it. ?> The bull could not cheek hin self for some time, he had mad auch a terrible plunge ; , and whil tie was turning from; ano the attack Joe succeeded iu getting on af reach among the branches c the tree. When out of danger h glared savagely at his bovine fo( and hissed through his clenche? teeth : You infernal critter; though you had me did you? But Is dess a little too sharp fer you. never had a half a showin' wi? you, but ef I had, you would'n be dar now a wallin' ob yer eye at me. Huyee, dari" For a few minutes the bull seeme< to be waiting for Joe to conn down from his perch, and directly turned off and went to grazing Taking advantage of the armistice the negro cautionsly descended but was again obliged to seek safety aloft. "B-o-ys-1" called he at last ina loud, slow tone. "You better go home atter help, I guess. Bring ole Nero here an, I'll make him nail de animal. An' if you see a cannin a layin' 'roun' anywhere bring it wid you, fer I'd ruthei blow dat insects head off dan ter eat old, Mistesses' pouii' cake." Ere we could bring yelping Nero back to the rescue, a deluging rain had put Joe in a worse humor than ever. However, we succeeded in getting him safely out of the pasture after a severe combat be tween bull and dog, in which the dog was victorious. Joe told his boys that if they ever told of his fight with the bull, he would down them, while he bought my silence with the finest melon he had in his patch. But the story leaked out at last somehow, and it was many months before Joe head the last pf it. A H?HT WITH CACTUS A RISKY STORY OF A WESTERN MIS ADVENTURE AT NIGHT. A Ludicrous Adventure of a Party Hunt ing Indians In Southwestern Mexico. The Bravery of a Leader Bro acht Rid iculo Upon Himself. "Halt! What's thati" said our leader in a sharp whisper. It was a clear moonlight night in the extreme southwest of Mexico. I was visiting a friend who conducted a large ranch and hacienda there. A local revolt had just been quelled in the neighborhood and a spirit of lawless ness still pervaded the atmosphere. Only the night before my friend had been fired apon and one of his storehouses robbed by a band of Indians some fifteen or twenty strong. Early in the morning four of os, under the leadership, of our host, had set out upon the track of the robbers. We were well mohhted,*and resting only a few hours'at roon had 'followed hard after them till nearly midnight If we met them in a fair field we could drive them into quarters like cows to a pen, bat we had no mind to run into a trap in the dark with five against fif teen; hence caution. "Halt! What's that?" our leader had whispered. We had come to the edge of a dense woods, and across an open space, upon the brow of a low sand hill, clearly outlined in the moonlight against the sky, we had discovered a dozen or more half naked fellows, with their arms extended in every direction, en gaged in some sort of a weird, fantastic dance. We could not see their legs, for the tops of the trees beyond the hill rose waist high, making a black background, but their arms moved slowly to and fro and we could easily imagine their legs keeping company. "Those are the thieves!" our host mut tered. *"I know them, even at night. You fellows just como to the edge of tho wood, where they can see you without knowing how many there are of yon, and 111 have them down here in no time." He rode out alone to the foot of the hm. It required no little courage, and we watched him with proportionate admira tion. The figures did not cease their dance or notice him. Suddenly, with his rifle at his shoulder, be called to them: "I have you there! If one of you moves HI shoot him dead!" The wind had been blowing through the trees, so that we could not have heard their response, but fortunately,at ejklence wbfeh set?ted down upon toe forest ic euch ? niMnontArr .ul'- ive -litci for tho .. - .Ai: 'iiuj Bifid ?! l.-.awc: .*??ou?e wwu iicie uow,'-'shont ' ?ur best. "Cone .joietiv, too, fe: :?. iirst iaaft%bosutkes soy troubled. ..-dt-d." Wecuoid near a sound, as of a hurried consultation of some sort, going on upon the bill for a moment, but the wind sprung up again before we could dis tinguish a single voice, and to our utter astonishment the fellows actually began their solemn dance again. "Come down or Til shoot!" roared our host, but they kept on dancing and ho did shoot Then there was commotion enough. A W?d cry. followed by a cloud of dust, rose from the brow of the hill. "Fire!" yelled our host, /and we re sponded with a well aimed volley, while he whipped out his heavy revolver and gave them another peppering. There was a^e rf oe t bedlam of screams from the hill, and the dust hid every thing from view. They were either com ing down upon us in an unexpected horde or running for their lives. For us it wae either fly or follow. We waited irresolutely for the word of our leader, when the dust settled and there stood the Indians, silently going on with their fantastic dance as though we were a hundred miles away. With a fierce ejaculation our host put spurs to his horse and dashed up the hill. We followed, without command, to find him upon the summit, sitting on the ground beneath a line of gaunt and ghostlike prickly pears-the ungainly cactus of Mexico. They extended along tho brow of tho hill, their naked, skeleton branches spreading out in every unaccountable way and swaying solemnly in the breeze. Among the roots a multitude of bur rows in the dry dust showed where tho sandbirds had been lying, half buried, and quietly sleeping; and it was their noisy yelp we heard when they wero frightened away by our host's duel with the cactus.-Louisville Courier-Journal. Russian Discipline. During the review of the army recruits in Vilna the general in command, turn ing to one of the new soldiers, asked him, "What is military discipline?" "It is that a soldier has got to do just what he's told by his superior officer, only nothing against tke czar," was tho answer. "All right, then; you take your cap, old your comrades good by and go and drown yourself in that lake there. Look ?ha^p^,, Tears glistened in the soldier's eyes; he gazed earnestly and prayerfully at his commander, turned suddenly about and rushed off to the lake. He was on the very brink before he was overtaken and stopped by the sergeant sent to prevent the involuntary suicide.-Exchange. When Death Is Welcome. "There was great pathos," says i mis sionary in Honolulu, "in a story I heard from a friend who had just returned from a visit to Molokai. He suddenly heard the joyous strains of a band strike up in the leper settlement 'What is it fort" he asked. The answer was,'Two lepers have just died in the hospital.' " New York Tribune, Take a wife's first advice, but not her second thought. The newest style for tinnming hats is to roll ribbon or velvet twice round the crown and finish with a large bow at one side. Often two colors are used. Mustard plasters made with the white of an egg will not blister. The kind of salvation that tells is the kind that can be seen in us.