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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c. Vol. X. WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 12, 1874. No. 32. TE HER8AitLD0 IS PUBLISRED EVFaY WED)NESDAY -.310-R-NOGs. It Newberry C. Iff _ByI43 GR KRI * Edtpmrprietor. rernts, s%z.o per alnuu,11, InvarilLbly in Advance. r,,-.~ ~ ~~~3 1bnaaissopdtthe expiration 01 :,7- The x mark denotes expiratiOn Of S'ub CHALKED. 3how iron my darling? ThIs Is allibhe tale: Ona the broad Atlantic We were nder saOl WiJde,outspread, the water * juip the-light, S wi ftly on the -quate r Hove a gag? Im stgbt 41di ts 6nvird speedfing Wesw itt eye ijnt 0 t, E?i, movement'heeding, Wa'diftAs it Went. s~eg4ud fleetly. "&TO t'hg-' j!' cdied sweetly; -"There the better view." LIM*ess victim! Smartly j*k'- ' to the fore, Quic-afE&r fav, though partly Bent on grog galore. Alliabsorb'd he'f0i"Ie, I F 12O ee or fine, Deftr, aia d6ftry rodnd her Qb id-a . agic iHM Wlbatinitght 3et her free? ti6~in-jr kijb1 Surrounded, SaWe sbe.then on me. - Like the Prison'd starftgg, Soo j&O, e _;e'ft'Xlg 6Co un-chalk me, please,!" I obej'4'Wd xqanbr Ab, see! when the Ups In smiling Have parted their tender red; Do you see the tiny white jewel, Set deep in its coral bed? No where are the sage reporters Whowait by hamlet and bill, To teli the listening nation THE BEWITCHING WIDOW. -0 Just before dark one evening, Tom Coutena came into the little office where Frank Worthington kept his dusty law books, and help ed himself to a chair and a cigar, with a quite make-yourself-at-home sort of coolness which showed him no stranger to the premises. "Well, Frank," said he, "we got through the last case to-day, and rm ready to be off home to-morrow. You promised to go with me re member." "No need to remind me of it, old fellow," laughed Frank. "I've en dured~the horrors of a boarding house too long not to jump at the chance of country living awhile." "You can be ready by morn ing!' "Oh, yes. It won't take long to pack my ket. I h%ven't any Sara toga trunk to fill with flounces and furbelows." "All right, then. We shall liave a cousin of my mother's to go down with us." "The deuce we shall! Tom, if it's a girl I won't go, by George ! I got enough of traveling with girls last summer." "You will gd! I will never forgive you if you don't." "Is the cousin of the femenine persuasion ?" "Yes, but she is not a girl. She is a sedate widow lady, who goes down tcp make an annual visit to us every Christmas." "Oh, that alters the case. One of those motherly, middle-aged la dies who makes a fellow look re spectable, as if he was ti-aveling with his mother." Tom repressed an inclination to laugh, and replied, soberly: "Yes ; no doubt Mrs. Cameron will appear like a mother to both of us. "Mrs. Cameron; a good old re spectablename." -"Has she any mo ney/fTom?". "Well, yes, a fair little fortune." "And you may stand a chance in her will?" "Possibly." "Yes. Well my boy, you are quite right to be attentive to your mother's elderly rela t ivye. No doubt Mrs. Cameron will be an ad dition to ou.r journey." "Decidedly," said Tom, feeling it about time for him to get out of that office, where he could indulge in a laugh, and rising as he spoke: "Meet us at the depot at seven in the.morning." "I will." "Sharp seven, remember." "Yes. And time and railroad ars wait for no man or woman, either. Depend on me, Tom, and just look after that elderly cous I"Til do it." "Good-night, then." "Good-night, old fellow." And as Tom went out Frank arose and began to put his office in or.jder, and make some prepara ations for his Christmas jour ney. He meant to be very early next morning, but over-slept himself, and reached the depot only five minutes before train time. He went hastily into the ladies room, supposing Tom would be there with Mrs. Cameton. There was however, but one occupant, a bright-faced lady, in a stylish black and white travel ing suit, with a long white plutm drooping over a coquetish black hat. She turned a pair of saucy brown eyes upon him as he entered, glanced around, and beat a hasty retreat. "Whew! what a pretty girl! Glac I don't have her to dangle after, and wait on;" thought he. "Where the dickens is Tom ?" He hunted through the crowd, and just as the train was aboul starting found Tom on the platform. "Oh, here you are ! Be quic~ now !" hailed Tom. "I thought you were about to give me the slip, af ter all." "No danger ; I slept late, that's all" They went in the car, and the ponderous wheels rolled off, an( as they opened the door Frank goi a glimpse of the pretjty girl witl the white plume, seated inside. "Did your cousin come ?" he ask ed of Tom. "Yes; Ill introduee you." Tom marched straight down th< narrow aisle to that very girl's seat as she arose with a bewitching smile, he introduced: "Mrs. Cameron, this is my friend Mr. Worthington. My cousin Kate Cameron, Frank." Poor Frank ! you might havy knocked him down with a knitting needle. But he was gentlemai enouh to sammer some respnsn to* the beautiful lady's courteous greeting., and try to recover from his confusion as best he might. Half an hour later he and Tom stood together on the car platform, and then his wrath had vent: "Tom Coutena, I'll never forgive you. "You will. I had to deceive you so that you would not act like a fool, and disappoint me of your visit. But Kate will neither eat you up nor fall in love with you, so you needn't be scared." "Don't expect me to pay atten tion to h'er." "Hold on, there! She hasn't giv en you a chance yet. Kate~is quite a belle in city society, and awful particular in her company. Sad dogs like you and I wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance." "Humph! I don't know that she could do better !" growled Frank, instantly, with man's usual contrari ness taking the opposite track. "She might think so. I'm going to the smoking car, Frank. Come along?" "No; I dont care about smoking now. "All right. Just look after Kate till I come back, that's a good fel low." "Now, Frank had not the least intention of looking after Kate but when he approached her seat she looked up with such a frank, pleas ant smile, and moved her shawl from the opposite seat to make room for I him with such a cordial air, that he could not resist the temptation to sit down and enjoy her society. Not much of it did he get, however, for, after the first pleasant reception, Mrs. Kate betook herself to her book again, and never even looked at him. By way of revenging him self, Frank looked at her, and the prettier she grew. "She's a widow," he thought. "She's not a day over one and-twen ty, if she's that. I wonder if she is Tom's sweetheart." And strange to say, this reflec tion made Frank feel like grinding his teeth at the unconscious Tom, who sat calmly smoking his cigar in the smoking car. The journey passed off without any incident, and without Mrs. Kate troubling Frank in the least for attention. At the station they found Black Boy awaiting them with a big sleigh, and a few minutes' breezy sleigh ride brought them safely to the door of Tom's home. If Frank had found Kate Cameron pretty in her hat and traveling wraps, when she took them off and showed the slight form, with its graceful curves and arches, he thought her bewitching. Of course, he didn't care anything about her; but, some way, it was a great relief to find a certain pretty little Minnie Brown, who was one of the holiday party, unmistakably occupying the position of Tom's sweethert, and putting Kate out of the question. Before they had been there three days Frank began to have an un comfortable sensation under the side of his vest whenever Kate was near ; and, Sunday morning, when she came down dressed in a bewil derir.g suit of blue velvet, ready for church, he quite gave up, and owned to himself that he loved every inch of her, from the heels of her tiny boots to the tips of her little blue gloves. Mrs. Kate was sharp enough very speedily to see how the land lay, but she never gave one sign that she cared a straw for him, and Frank tormented himself daily with hopes and fears, after the usual fashion of lovers. The holiday visit was to close with a grand party on New Year's night, and all the young people in the neighborhood were invited in to assist in the merrymaking. Late in the evening a silent fig ure sat by the library fire, having stolen away from the revellers be low stairs to indulge in a moment's quiet reverie. Presently the door was softly opened, and the faint light glittered on Kate Cameron's blue robes as she came forward and addressed the figure in the chair: "'Why, Tom, old fellow, what is Ithe matter? Have you got a fit of the blues ? Why, dear, dear, it .is worse than I thought it was !" laughed Kate. "Have you been quarreling with Minnie Brown ? Tell me all about it ?" And with cousinly freedom she laid her hand on his head. The little hand was quickly im prisoned and carried to the lips of the silent figure, and then Kate stooped andl looked into the face not of her cousin Tom--but Frank ~Worthington She gave vent to a low exclamation, and would have fled instantly, but Frank took good care to hold fast to his little white m.;ime, and detain her. "It isn't'Tom ; but don't go," he pleaded. "Stay with me, Mrs. Cameron-dear Kate! Tom don't love you half as well as I do!" "How do you know ?" whispered Kate, shyly. "Because Tom only loves you as a cousin, and I-0, Kate, I love you better than my life !" "But you have known me such a little while." "Yes; and might never have known you at all if Tom, the blessed o.d boy, hadn't deceived me, and m ide me believe it was an old lady who was to come down with us." "I know-Tom told me all about it," laughed Kate. "Did he? But you will forgive me, Katy darling, because I love you so, and learn to love me a lit ble, won't you?" pleaded Frank, boldly throwing one arm around ber, and drawing her down by his side. "I'm afraid I have learned that ,ready," whispered she, frankly. And then-but neither you nor I, Jear reader, have any business lis bening to love secrets in the re-lighted library, so I won't tell you what, then. But I will tell you, tbat when the next New Year's ame, Frank and the bewitching Lvidow were visiting at Tom's again; but she was a widow no longer, and hey called her Mrs. Worthington. M5sallantJOUS. A DAY AT NIAGARA. BY T.-RK TWAIN. Niagara Falls is one of the finest structures in the known world. I ave been visiting this favorite wa bering-place recently, for the first bime, and was well pleased. A gen bleman who was with me said it was customary to be disappointed in the Falls, but that subsequent visits were sure to set that all right. E[e said it was so with him. He raid that the first time he went the hack Fares were so much higher than the Falls, that the Falls appeared in significant. But that is all regu lated now. The hackmen have been tamed, numbered, and placard ed, and blackguarded, and brought into subjection to the law, and dosed with moral principle till theyI are as meek as missionaries. They are divided into two clans, now the Regulars, and now the Privateers, and they employ their idle time in warning the public against each other. The Regulars are under the hotel banners, and do the legiti mate at two dollars an hour, the Privateers prowl darkly on neutral ground and pick off stragglers at half price. But there are no more outrages and extortions. That sort of thing cured itself. It made the Falls unpopular by getting into the newspapers; and whenever a pub lic evil achieves that sort of success for itself, its days are numbered. It became apparent that either the Falls had to be discontinued, or the hackmen had to subside. They could not dam the Falls, and so they did the hackmen. One can be comfortable and happy there now. I drank up most of the American Falls before I learned that the wa ters were not considered medicinal. Why are people left in ignorance that way? I might have gone on and ruined a fine property, merely for the want of a little trifling infor mation. And yet the sources of in formation at Niagara Falls are not meagre. You are sometimes in doubt there about what you ought to do, but you are seldom in doubt what you must not do. No, the signs keep you posted. If an in fant can read, that infant is measu rably safe at Ni3gara Falls. In your room at the hotel you will find your course marked for you in the most convenient way, by means of pla cards on the wall like these: "Pull, the bell-rope gently, but don't jerk." "Bolt your door." "Don't scrape matches on the wall." "Turn off your gas when you re tire." "Tie up your dog." "If you place your boots outside the door they will be blacked but the house will not be responsible for their return." (This is a con fusing and tanglesome proposition, because it moves you to deliberate long and painfully as to whether it will really be any object to you to have your boots blacked unless they are returned.) "Give yo.ur key to the omnibus driver, if you forget and carry it off with you." Outside the hotel, whenever you wander, you are intelligently assist ed by the signs. You can not come to grief as long as you are in your right mind. But the difficulty is to stay in your right mind with so much instruction to deep track of. For instance: "Keep off the grass." "Don't climb the trees." "E[ands off the vegetables." "Do not hitch your horses to the shrubbery." "Visit the Cave of the Winds." "Have your portrait taken in your carriage." Forty per cent. in gold levied on all peanuts or other Indian curiosi ties purchased in Canada." "Photographs of the Falls taken iere." "Visitors will please notify the mgerintendent of any neglect bn the part of employees to charge for ommodities or services.' (No in Attention of this kind observed.) "Don't throw stones down; they may hit people below." "The propr;.etors will not be re 3ponsible for parties who jump over the Falls." (More shirking of re 5ponsibity-it appears to be the prevailing thing here.) I always had a high regard for he signers of the Declaration of Endependence, but now they do not really seem to amount to much ilongside the signers of Niagara Falls. To tell the plain truth, the multitude of signs annoyed me. It was because I noticed at last that they always happened to prohibit the very thing I was just wanting to do. I desired to roll on the grass; the sign prohibited it. I wished to climb a tree; a sign pro ibited it. And I longed to smoke; bhe sign prohibited it. And I was judt in the act of throwing a stone Dver to astonish and pulverize such parties as might be picnicing below, when a sign I have just men.ioned forbade that. Even that satisfac tion was denied me (and I a friend ess orphan.) There was no re source now but to seek consolation in the flowing bowl. I drew my flask from my pocket, but it was all in vain. A sign confronted me, which said: "No drinking allowed on these premises." On that spot I might have perish ed of thirst but for the saving words f an honored mAim that flitted through my memory at that critical moment, "All signs fail in a dry time." Common law takes prece dence of the statutes. I was saved. The noble Red Man has always been a darling of mine. I love to read about him in tales and legends and romances. I love to read of his inspired sagacity; and of his love of the wild, free life of moun tain and forest ; and his grand truthfulness ; his hatred of treach ery ; and his general nobility of character ; and his stately meta phorical manner of speech; and his chivalrous love for his dusky maid en; and the picturesque pomp of his dress and accoutrement. Es pecially the picturesque pomp of his dress and accoutrement. When I found the shops at Niagara Falls full of dainty Indian bead-work and stunning moccasins, and equally stunning toy figures - representing human beings who carried their weapons in holes bored through their arms and bodie, and had feet shaped like a pie, I was filled with emotion. I knew that now, at last, I was going to come face to face with the noble red men. A lady clerk in the shop told me, indeed, that all her grand array of curiosi ties were made by the Indians, and that there were plenty about the Falls, and that they were friendly, and it would not be dangerous tc speak to them. And sure enough, as I approached the bridge leading over to Luna Island, I came upon a noble old son of the forest sitting under a tree, diligently at work oE a bead reticule. He wore a slouchedJ hat and brogans, and had a short, black pipe in his mouth. Thus does the baneful contact with om~ effeminate civilization dilute the picturesque pomp which is so nat. ural to Indians when far removed from us in his native haunts. I addressed the relie as follows: "Is the Wawhoo-Wang-wang o: the Wack-a-Wack happy? Does the great Speckled Thunder sigh foi the war-path, or is his heart con tented with dreaming of his duskg maiden, the Pride of the Forest? Does the mighty sachem yearn t< drink the blood of his enemies, oi is he satisfied to make bead reti cules for the papoose of the pale face ? Speak, sub-relic of by-gone grandeur-venerable ruin, speak!' The relic said: "An' isit meself, Dinnis Hooligan that ye'd be taken' for a bloody In jin, ye drawlin' lantern-jawed, spi der-legged divil! By the pipeJ that played before Moses, I'll ate ye 1" I went away from there. By-and-by, in the neighborhooi of the Terrapin Tower, Icame upox a gentle daughter of the aborigines in fringed and beaded bucksln moccasins and leggins, seated on i bench with her pretty wares abou her She had jnt arved nnt i wooden chief that had a strong family resemblance to a clothes pin, and was now boring a hole through his abdomen to put his bow through. I hesitated a mo ment, and then addressed her: 'Is the heart of the forest maid en heavy? Is the Laughing-Tad pole lonely? Does she mourn over the extinguished council fires of her race, and the vanished glory of her ancestors ? Or does her sad spirit wander afar toward the hunt ing-grounds whither her brave Gob bler-of-the-Lightnings is gone? Why is my daughter silent? Has she aught against the paleface stranger ?' The maiden said: 'Faix, an' is it Biddy Malone ye dare to be callin' names! Lave this, or I'll shy your lean carcase over the catharact, ye snivelling blag yard!' I adjourned from there also. 'Confound these Indians,' I said, 'they told me they were tame; but, if appearances should go for any thing, I should say they were all on the war-path.' I made one more attempt to fra ternize with them, and only one. I came upon a camp of them gather ed in a shade of a great tree, ma king wampun and moccasins, and addressed them in the language of friendship : "Noble Red Men, Braves, Grand Sachems, War-Chiefs, Squaws and High-you-Mack-a-Mucks, the pale face from the land of the setting sun greets you! You, BenefIcient Polecat-you, Devourer-o f-Moun tains-you, Roaring-Thundergust you, bully-boy-with-a-glass-eye- the paleface from beyond the great wa ters greets you all! War and pes tilence have thinned your ranks and destroyed your once proud nation. Poker and seven-up, and a vain modern expense for soap, unknown to your glorious ancestors, have de pleted your purses. Appropriating, in your simplicity, the property of others has gotten you into trouble. Misrepresenting facts, in your sin less innocence, has damaged your reputation with the soulless usurp er. Trading for forty-rod whisky to enable yo'u to get drunk and happy and tomahawk your fnames, has played the ever-lasting mischie1 with the picturesque pomp of your dress, and here you are, in the broad light of the nineteenth cen tury; gotten up like the rag-tag and bobtail of the purlieus of New York! For shame! Remember your an cestors ! Recall their mighty deeds ! Remember Uncas !-and Red Jack et-and Hole-in-the-day !-and Hor ace Greeley ! Emulate their achieve ments! Unfurl yourselves under my banner, noble savages,illustrious guttersnipes-' 'Down wid him !' 'Scoop the blagyard !' 'Hang him!' 'Drownd him!' It was the quickcst operation that ever was. I simply saw a sudden flash in tha air of clubs, brickbats, fists, skets and moccasins a single h, and they all appear ed tohit me atonce, and no two of them in the same place. In the next instant the entire tr ib e was upon me. They tore all- the clothes off me,. they broke my arms and legs, they gave me a thump that dented the top of my head till it would hold coffee like a saucer; and to crown their disgraceful pro. ceedings and add insult to injury, they threw me over the Horseshoe Fall, and I got wet. About ninety-nine or a hundred feet from the top, the remains of my vest caught on a projecting rock, and I was almost drowned before I could get loose. I finally feE and brought up in a world of white foam at the foot of the Fall, whose celled and bubbly masses towered up several inches above my head. Of course I got into the eddy. ) sailed round* and round in it forfy four times, chasing a chip, and gaining on it-each round trip ~ half a mile-reaching for the same bush on the bank forty-four times, and just exactly missing it by ~ hair's breadth every time. At last a man walked down and sat down close to that bush, and put a pipe in his mouth, and lit a match, and followed me with one eye and kept the other on the match while he sheltered it in his hands from the wind. Presently a puff of wind blew it out. The next time I swepi round him he said: 'Got a match.' 'Yes-in my other vest. Help me out, please.'' 'Not for Joe.' When I came around again, said: 'Excuse the seemingly imperti nent curiosity of a drowning man but will you explain this singulai conduct of yours ?' 'With pleasure. I am the coro ner. Don~t hurry on my accowil I can wait for you. But I wish I had a match.' I said, 'Take my place, and I'll go and get you one.' He declined. This lack of confi dence on his part created a coolness between us, and from that time for ward I avoided him. It was my idea, in case any thing happened to me, to so time the occurrence as to' throw my custom into the the hands of the opposition coroner over on the American side. At last a police man came along and arrested me for disturbing the peace by yelling at people on shore for help. The judge fined me, but I had the ad vantage of him. My money was with my pantaloons, a n d my pantaloons were with the Indians. Thus I escaped. I am now Iying,% in a very critical condition. At least I am lying, any way-critical or not critical. I am hurt all over, but I cannot tell the full extent yet, because the doctor is not done taking the inven tory. He will make out my mani fest this evening. However, thus far, he thinks only six of my wounds are fatal. I don't mind the others. Upon regaining my right mind, I said: 'It is an awfully savage tribe of Indians that do the bead work and moccasins for Niagara Falls, doctor. Where are they from.' I shall not be able to finish my remarks about Niagara until I get better. SOME MODERN SAYINGS. "Honesty is the best policy," unless you can get about $50,000, and effect a settlement at fifty per cent. Honor thy father and thy mo ther, particularly about circus time, when you don't know where to raise fifty cents. Never run in debt when. you can avoid it. It is much better to go stumbling around in a broad cloth coat than to be in debt for a suit of Scotch mixed. Let your motto be, "Liberty or death," and if it comes to the pinch, take the most of it in liber ty. Remember the poor. If you know of a family who are out of provisions and fuel, keep them in your thoughts until you meet Smith or Brown, an~d then tell them that they'd better make a donation. If they hold off tell them that "Hle who giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord." It is very easy to remember the poor. I can remember cases twenty years ago. Respect old age. If you have a maiden aunt forty years old, and she is passing herself off for a girl of twenty-three, there is no call for you to expose her. The more you respect her age and keep still about it the more she will re spect you. Never marry for wealth, but re member that it isjust as easy to love a girl who has a brick house with a mansard roof and silver plated door-bell as one who hasn't anything but an auburn head and amiable disposition. Love thy neighbor as thyself. Borrow his plow, hoe, or horses whenever you can, but if he wants to borrow yours tell him that you're very sorry, but you were just going to use them yourself. Be guarded in your conversa tion. There are times when you may freely express your opinion of a political candidate, but you had better wait until biis friends are over in the next county visit ing. Remember that appearances are often deceiving. Many a pale thin young lady will eat more corned beef than a carpenter. Be cause you find her playing the pi ano in the parlor, it is no sign that her mother is not at the cor ner grocery 'running in debt for a peck of potatoes. Restrain your temper,particular ly if a policeman is in sight. Fits of anger hasten death. If a man should call you a horse-thief and you should get bighly indignant,it would cut your life short by sever al days; and if it was in Texas, and there was a vigilance commit tee handy it would cut it short al together. Rise with the lark. T bat is du ring cold weather, as soon as the lark rises, waken your wife - and tell her that it is time to build the fire. If she makes any objections, you can refer her to a dozen works on the benefit of early rising. Any man who cares a cent for his wife's health will take pride in hearing her around the house at daylight of a winter's morning getting up a red -04 stove and warming his socks and boots:~ All the'difference-A thief run iiawyssapbutep - iicn s ha eati is a scam-p piema' hseatrhm.sasa - A HUMAN MONSTER. THE BOSTON BOY-MUBDERER, POME ROY-SINGULAR ASPECTS OF HIS CRIME -HOW HIS BLOODY TASTES ARE ACCOUNTED For. Boston has a terrible sensation. A boy of sixteen years, named Pomeroy, has been for a long time amusing himself by mutilating and murdering in the most revolting manner young children. His mother is said to be a respectable woman, and has given this boy a tolerable education. His ap pearance is striking, and the expres sion of his face rather pleasing. His right eye is very prominent and of a glassy, milky color, from which cir cumstance the victims of his torture, in 1872, described him as a "large boy with a white eye." HOW HE TORTURED HIS VICTIMS. He would, in 1872, go into the sub urban streets of the city carrying a small package, and upon meeting a well-dressed boy of five or six years, give him a sum of money to carry the package to a given point, generally in some unfrequented lane or wood. Young Pomeroy himself would reach the same point by a different route in advance of his victim, and as soon as the boy would reach the place the young fiend would seize and strip him, tie him to a tree or telegraph poleand begin to torture him systematically. Sometimes he would gash his victim with a knJe, and leave him fainting from loss of blood, to be found hours afterwards by some accidentil passer by. At other times he would be pre pared with papers of needles, and af ter tieing up his victim would fill his arms and legs with needles of various sizes, frequently driving them into the bone. Then again he would vary this system of torture by taking a heavy leather thong and slitting it, improvise a cat-o'-nine-tails, with which he would excoriate his captive. Torture seemed to be his sole object, and his victim said that he was in the habit of laughing and dancing with delight while administering it. AN AMATEUR SAVAGE. Pomeroy is a boy of more than aver age intelligence, and quite extensively read. Somebody asked him what book he delighted most in reading, and. he responded promptly and 'with evident delight, "The History of King Philip's War." This book details the circum-. stances of one of the.umost terrible In dians wars that occurred during the early settlement of New England. Upan reference to the book itself, it is found that the Indians were in the' habit of torturing their captives in much the same way that Pomeroy tortured the little boys who fell into his power. When askedif he regard ed himself as an Indian, he replied that he was a good deal better Indian than King Philip or any of his war riors. After being detected, he con fessed his crimes, and was sentenced to seven years' confinement in the House of Refuge and Correction. He did not chafe against the restraints imposed upon .him, but submitted to them cheerfully, acknowledging the justice of his punishment and ap parently trying to atone for his revolt ing crimes. He was penitent and tractable, and the result was that in less than eighteen months he was pardon ed out of the Refuge. His. morbid nature had evidently undergone a change during his imprisonment, FROM TORTURE TO MURDER, although he had so skilfully concealed his feelings thatr he deeeived his keep ers and the board of examination. Some five months ago, and a short time after his release, five small chil dren mysteriously disappeared from the southern portion of the City of Boston within two or three weeks. At length the mangled body of a boy named Johnny Millip was found in a marsh. The peculiar manner of mu tilation at once fixed suspicion uo the lad Pomeroy, and he was &i%ited. When charged with the crime, he did not deny it, but said "they ought to put him some place where he could not do such things." He is now await ing trial for the murder of the child Millin. On Saturday last, the mutil ated remains of little Katy Mary Cur ron was found concealed in the cellar of the store-room lately occupied by his mother. The remains of his other victims have not yet been found. That the boy is insane will be insisted upon, of course. And yet it is said it is impossible to detect anything abnor mal in his conversation or actidns while under restraint. He seems to understand that he has been guilty of great crimes, but asserts that he does not know why he committed them. THE CAUSE OF HIS MANIA. A subsequent dispatch from Boa ton says: The suspicious aroused by the discovery of Katie Curran's body have" been fulfilled sooner than was expected, for, after Pomeroy's stolid denial of Saturday night, few expected that he would so soon confess the-deed and supplement it with a full explana tion of the way in which it was done. The deveTbpments of the exa ADVERTISING,ATS per square-one inci-4orams l.Ua~* 75e. foreach subsequentbmineto.1Du columnadvezisements tenpercewmuaabov0 No*~es of meeugs,obta~Tus advertisements. F,)eCial notices in local cow=na2ost perline. - Aderseeits mj& u ber of kLusertions*Wfein audca* aooI~~ 4honagh not UJI!expe"bu I. ffie deepest ,int6rest bIi'&' 321 qiiaracter .of te)i.' .ruelfies to oth~er ehil&i hI As murder of the Moh O-W ~ =a11ed, and new css leavored to e4tice him,. have been dis6overed& -~ ~> - be a long time before b9ne-l"J"I" sou,hegliirbtIeill &st -Boston, ho, a",f juestio6a"h he did.i know, yorhono r.-o help it; Ihadoa.* oome out-Wd that" irestigation; apet f known phy, ca*~ to learn all theycada =aled UPOn hi-ira all the infoirifik1 A-moog otherith husband,wsb shorttieefet - - she wai in thi'bl 1Wb,~ to the slaughterlhousiii how, ok a pariilw ing her husbind"Ul-I the-ealves' aldi(I ~ ' frequently s"A ed.h~ ty. 4 ____________________ ~ 0. -4'