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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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