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lewis m.grist, Proprietor. | |tn Inbeprnbeitl Jamilji ftetospaper: &ot the ^romntiim df f|e political, Stool, ^gricaltnral anb Ccrtnmercial Interests of t|e j&ontjj. jTERMS?$3.00 A YEAR, IN ADVANCE. ' i '* ' : ? ??? ?? ???~~zizzizi 1 * VOL. 34. YORKVTLLE, S. C., THURSDAY, NOYEMBER 21, 1878. 47. ^elected ? flftrg. OYER AND OVER AGAIN. Over and over again, No matter which way I turn, I always find in the Book of Life Some lesson I have to learn. I mnst take my turn at the mill, I must grind out the golden grain, I must work out my task with a resolute will Over and over again. We cannot measure the need Of even the tiniest flower, Nor check the flow of the golden sands That run through a single hour.. But the morning dews must fall, The sun and the summer rain Must do their part, and perform it all Over and over again. Over and over again The brook through the meadow flows, And over and over again The ponderous mill wheel goes. Once doing will not suffice, Though doing be notin vain, And a blessing failing us once or twice May come If we try again. The path that has once been trod Is never so rough to the feet, And the lesson we onee have learned Is never so bard to repeat. Though sorrowful tears may fall, And theheart to its depths be riven By the storm and tempest, we need them all To render us meet for heaven. ihe IrUer. MRS. SRIMFOBD'SlAUSHTERr Mrs. Grimford sat in her own room, assiduously employed in fastening dried butterflies on a sheet of pasteboard, with an "Encyclopse Jia" lying on the table beside her, and a magnifying glass affixed in some mysterious manuer to her nose. She was one of those unfortunate abnormal developments with which this century is afflicted, familiarly known as "strong-minded women." A sparse, prim, hard-featured matron, one who believed in "woman's rights," and considered woman generally a much abused personage, deposed from her proper sphere, and trampled on by the tyrant, man. Mrs. Grimford had come very near being a man herself?what with a deep voice, a bearded chin, and a figure quite innocent of all superfluous curves and graces! really, if one had changed her skirt and body to trowsers and coat, she would have passed for one of the contemned sex without difficulty. ~ But Mrs Grimford's daughter was quite different. As Carrie Grimford stood beside her mother, so dainty and fair, with cheeks round and ripe as a peach, dark blue eyes and golden waivy hair, you wondered as you gazed that they could both be women and yet so unlike. "Nonsense, child," Mrs. Grimford was saying, whilst she critically examined a pale yel low butterfly. "But, indeed, mamma," pleaded Carrie, "it isn't nonsense. He really wants me to marry him." "Marriage, Caroline, is all a mistake," said Mrs. Griraford, laying down the magnifyingglass. "I don't intend you to marry at all." "Mamma J" "A woman who marries," continued the strong-raintffed matron, "is a woman enslaved. I should never have married had I known as much about life when I was eighteen, as I do now. From the stand-point of a grand mis take committed in my own life, I can rectify yours, Caroline." "But, mamma," cried poor Caroline, "what shall I do?" . "Do, child?do!" ejaculated Mrs. Griraford. "That is a pretty question for my daughter to ask ! Why, read, study, improve your mind. Devote all the energies of your nature to solving the great social problems that surround you." "I don't care a pin for the social problems, mamma," said Carrie; "I love Sydney Wilmer, and I'm going to marry him." "Never, with my consent." "0, mamma, surely you would not?" "Caroline," interrupted her mother, in a tone of judicial calmness, "don't you see what a coufusion you are creating among these insects, which I have so carefully classified ? I beg you will interrept my studies no longer. Go read the report of the Convention for the 'Amelioration of Womankind.' Why, what are you crying for? A well regulated woman never cries." "I wish I wasn't a woman," sobbed Carrie ; "I wish I wasn't something that had to be elevated and improved. O, mamma, dear, you weren't in earnest when you said you would not consent to my marrying Sydney ? We shall be so happy ; and he says he will be miserable without me, and?" "Caroline, I'm astonished at you! Of t'f** to aq rnoiit f T ha up npiflipr crnlrl UUUIOU X IU 1U vu> uvwv . A 0 ->. Dor gems to lay on the shrine of the cause ; but I have a daughter, and I intend to show the world what a woman, UDshackled and unfettered, can accomplish ! You, Caroline, should glory in thus becoming an offering." k But Carrie, apparently unappreciative of the great lot in store for her, cried more piteously than ever. "Tears will not move me," said Mrs. Grimford, returuing to her butterflies, "I can only regret that I am the parent of so degenerate a daughter." "Mamma," ventured poor little Carrie, after a few moment's of silent grieving, "I promised Sydney to ride him with him this afternoon." "You must give him up. On such a sub- j ject I can accept no compromise." "But, mamma, I promised." Mrs. Grimford gravely rubbed the end of! her nose. "A promise, Caroline, should not be broken ; Dor shall I require you to break this (Carrie visibly brightened) ; but I shall accompany you. (The pretty face clouded again.) Where are you going ?" "To the woods beyond the glen. Sydney is going to get me some wood-sorrel for my herbarium." "Nor will the expedition be unprofitable to me," said Mrs. Grimford, gravely. "There are many choice varieties of adiautum and 1 asplenium to be found in those woods, and my collection of native ferns is as yet incomplete." L Carrie retired in great consternation, not to read reports or study palseontology, but to slip out to the garden, where Sydney Wilroer was sitting by a great rose-tree that carpeted j the velvet grass with showers of pink petals j at every passing breeze. "O, Sydney ! Sydney! I am so miserable 1" "Carrie, what is the matter ?" he cried, has- ; tily going toward her; and Carrie told him, i to the best of her ability, what the matter was. "Is that all ?" he asked, when the recital , was finished. "Isn't that enough ?" she replied, piteously. j "When we were going to have such a nice ! ride, aud?" "Never mind, petite. It will be all right. J So she won't consent to our marriage, eh ? What shall we do, Carrie?elope quietly ?" "O, Sydney, you know I would never mar-; ry without her consent." "And are two lives to be made miserable i because she thinks matrimony a mistake ?" he j asked, gravely. L "I suppose so," and Carrie's pretty head ! W drooped like a rose in the rain. Sydney | J watched her quivering lip and tear-stained ' eyes and said no more. In the afternoon, when Mr. Wilmer drove up in hia little light phseton, be found Mrs. Oritqford reader, with an immense green urn brella to keep off the sun, and a tin case to j put ferns in. Mrs. Grimford quickly stepped in, Carrie, meekly following, was nearly overwhelmed by her mother's draperies. "I had better set in the middle ; it will best , preserve the equilibrium of the vehicle," said Mrs. G., wedging herself between Sydney and Carrie, with a smile of great complacency. I She immediately began discoursing on the habits and properties of ferns, with nnpaus- j' ing volubility. Suddenly she checked her- i self, as her eye caught a cluster of green waving vegetation on the crest-like point of a rock overhanging the road. "Sydney ! Sydney 1" she cried ; "stop a j minute. Can't you reach that asplenium i ebenum ?" "Is it this, ma'am ?" said Mr. Wilroer, making a dive at the tall stalk of something growing by the road. "No, no, not that?the little green thing < with a black stem." i "This, ma'am ?" hazarded Sydney, clutch- i ing at a fat-leaved cluster of weedy growth, i T Krtoj ohihi/I 'VAn ArA !" siahed V/, uuni) uu t uutf ovu^ivi J VM ?.w. ?e Mrs. Grimford. "I'll juiflp out and get it i myself." *' ' < i' ' lied ] "Mamma!" remonstrated Carrie. "0, I'll help her," nodded Sydney, spring- j ing nimbly on the cliff, and pulling Mrs. 1 Grimford, by main force, up the steep side of < the rock. i "Ah !" cried the lady, "it is very steep. I i really think women should devote more attention to gymnastics. 0, here is the asple- < niurn?very choice specimens, too. Why, i Sydney, where are you going ?" she suddenly i cried, seeing Mr. Wilmer bad sprung back < into the phaeton. < "Only for a little turn, madam, while you ' are collecting your botanical treasures." < "Yes, but?" Mrs. Grimfords's words of remonstrance were drowned in the rattle of the i wheels as Mr. Wilmer drove briskly away, I Carrie nestling up to his side. Oue long, 1 lingering glance she gave the departing pair, ( and then returned to her tin can and umbrella. "They'll be back presently," she said, i But the afternoon wore on, "the shades of < evening" were rapidly closing in. Mrs. I Grimford grew tired, cross and rheumatic, < and still "they came not," like the character 1 in romance. "Something has happened !" cried the pro- i pbetic soul of Mrs. Grimford. "0, if I i should have to stay here all night!" She i looked nervously around. It was a tall steep I cliff whereon she stood, cut off from the woods I beyond by a wide and by no means shallow 1 stream on one side, while on the other three I it was almost perpendicular, rising some twenty feet up from the road. A9 she surveyed her situation, Mrs. Grimford began to < feel somewhat like St. Simon Stylites on his i pillar in the wildernesss. But suddenly a i welcome rumbling of wheels broke the stillness of the seldom-traveled mountain-road, t and Mr. Wilmer's snirited erav dashed round t the curve of the hill. "Well!" she cried, "I never was more thankful for anything in my life I I'm tired to death waiting." "Are you?" says Sydey Wilmer, as he checked his horse in the middle of the road. "Yesjwhy dou't you drive closer?" she demauded, sharply. "0, did you want to drive home with us?" "Of course I did. I'd have gone home long ago, if I could have got off this place." "Well, madam," said Sydney, in accents of coolest deliberation, while Carrie clung frightened, and yet smiling, to his side, "I shall be happy to hand you off that rock on one condition." "Condition ! What do you mean, sir?" exclaimed the indignant matron. "Simply this, Mrs. Grimford ! I want to marry your daughter. But Carrie, like a a too-dutiful child, will not become my wife without your consent." "Which she will never have," replied the lady, emphatically. "Very well, madam ?" and he shook the reins. "You're not going to leave me here t" shrieked Mrs. Grimford, in a panic of terror. "Unless you comply with my condition, I i most certainly shall." s "And that coudition is?" "Your consent to my marriage with your i daughter." j "Caroline," cried Mrs. Grimford, "will you t be a witness to this?this atrocious conduct, \ and not interfere ?" i "Sydney won't let me have a voice in the t matter, mamma, at all," said Carrie, demure- t ly. "He says he doesn't believe in women's 1 rights!" e Mrs. Grimford gave a hollow groau. Mr. Wilmer touched bis horse slightly with the 1 whip. ' "Stop!" cried Mrs. Grimford. "Iconsent? i but it is under protest 1" \ "You can protest all you like," said Mr. e Wilmer, assisting his mother-in-law elect into the carriage. i Silently Mrs. Grimford entered the phae- 1 ton ; silently she drove home, and in silence \ crossed the threshold of her house, as became a conquered party. . t "To think," she said, in a hollow voice, as ( she sat at dinner, "that after all my precepts ( and example, Caroline should end her career j by getting married !" ? "Mamma," said Carrie, timidly, "I don't s think it so terrible a fate, after all!" j "To think," continued Mrs. Grimford, pay- | ing no attention to her daughter's reply, "that you should meet the fate of an ordinary wo- t man!" "But, mamma, dear, I never had any am- ' bition to be an extraordinary woman." t And so was brought to an abrupt termi- ] nation all the plots and plaus for a model ] existence which had been formed for Mrs. i Grimford's daughter. i A VERY CLOSE SHAVE. The month of May, 1872, found me at Los | Angelos, Cal., with the iutention of proceed- | ing toSante Fe, New Mexico. j While waiting there for the arrival of the , semi-weekly stage from San Francisco, I hap- s peued to fall in with an old friend and army surceon. also desirous of goiug East. In con- t O ' W ? versation one day, he jocularly proposed that ' we should purchase an outfit, and start across the county by the 35th parallel route, instead of taking the stage via Fort Yuma and Tucson. The love of adventure was so strong that I at once accepted the doctor's proposition, and in less than a week we had set out on our journey, provided with horses, a guide named Tom Flanders, an atajo (pack train) of five mules, and three arrieros (muleteers). Among the numerous stirring incidents that we experienced upon the trip. I propose to relate an adventure that occurred while passing through a heavily timbered portion of the i < country, near the base of the San Francisco i Mountain, in Central Arizona. I All day our route had been through this I grand old forest, such an one as can be found I only upoD the Pacific Slope. Notwithstand- I iug it had resisted the storms and answered i the whispering breezes of centuries, it still , i stood in all its pristiue majesty, undisturbed | i by the inroads of civilization. I Tom was in the advance, followed by the i Mexicans, with the pack mules, while the doc- I tor and myself brought up in the rear. i As we rode along, balancing our rifles be- * fore us on the pommels of our saddlts, and j I enjoying the delightfully cool shade, the doc- 1 tor remarked : i "This is the pleasantest day's ride we've bad < yet. No sun to roast; no hot sand to wade i through or blind us; no sharp cornered rocks 1 to climb over; but instead, we have a cool, delicious shade to ride beneath, pleasant breezes to fan us, and the sweet music of birds to charm our senses. I shall mark this day's journey with a white stone in my calendar." "I'll wait till we get to camp before I use my white stone," replied I. "We're not out of the woods yet." "Out of the woods," rejoined the doctor. "Well, who wants to be ? For ray part, I wish we might always be in the woods. It's delightful. Why, I already feel two years younger for this day's ride. What a place this must be for gamel If Tom's caravan, there, didn't stretch half-a-mile ahead and scare everything, we might get a shot at some thing." "Speaking of game, doctor, makes me think, we haven't had a shot at a deer since we left the coast. I mean to have a hunt at our next camp, even if we are obliged to lie over a day on purpose. Hold on a minute. I believe the girth of my saddle needs tightening," said I. "You don't want me to stop and see you tighten it, do you ?" queried the doctor. "I'll ride on, and you can overtake mewith which remark he reined his horse past roe just as I dismounted. It took me, perhaps, five or six minutes to properly adjust ray sad die, and when 1 had finished 1 found myself alone, with no human creature, except myself, in sight. I remember remarking the deathlike silence rf the forest; for the stillness was so profound it fairly oppressed me. I mounted my horse as quickly as possible, and started; but he exhibited so great a disinclination to proceed, that I concluded that something must still be wrong about the saddle, and again dismounted to examine it I failed to discover any cause for the animal's strange behavior, although I was satisBed the saddle was all right, and throwing my large Mexican blanket carelessly over my left shoulder, prepared to remount. I had just placed my foot in the Btirrup, md gathered the reins with the pommel of the saddle in my left hand, when my attention was attracted by the rustling of leaves, accompanied by the sudden swaying of a large limb above and behind me. Before I had time to ascertain the cause, my horse gave a tremendous leap, which made me lose my hold of the saddle, and the next moment I received a violent blow upon the back of my head and left shoulder, which brought me to the ground in less time than I bave taken to tell it, and I found myself in ;he close embrace of an immense puma, or American lion. I had just presence of mind enough to fully comprehend my perilous situation, and to instantly draw my sheath knife and plunge it into his body. I then endeavored to partially raise myself jpon one elbow, when the creature seized my ihoulder between his teeth. The thick, heavy folds of the blanket, which fortunately re mained where I had ao carelessly thrown it, iffectually prevented his fangs from penetra;ing through into the flesh, although the rice-like grip of his strong jaws seemed to jompletely crush the bones in my arm. Appreciating the advantage giveu me by he position of the blanket, I once more alunged my knife into the creature'3 body, his time just behind his fore leg. The force >f bis long, sharp fangs gradually relaxed, md befell upon his side. I managed to slowly struggle to my feet, lud then 1 knew uothiug more, for I fainted 'or the first time in my life. When I cauie ;o, the doctor and Tom stood over me, both terribly alarmed and astonised at the sight I ^resented. A part of ray clothing hung about ue in shreds; I was literally covered with )lood. I had just strength enough left to in'orm them that I thought my shoulder was crushed, and again relapse into insensibility. In a short time, however, I once more regained consciousness, and then the doctor nade an examination, and reported "No >ones broken," although I had received some icdv hrnises and scratches. Tom drew a long breath as the doctor anlounced the result of the examination, and >aid: "It's a heap better to be bom lucky than ich, after all. When yer hoss came t? rin' jast us, yer rifle still hangin' in the saddle, ind the blood runuin' down his flanks, I wouldn't hev given a picayune for the chance >f findin' yer alive. And when the doctor in' me rode up and seed yer a-lying there by he side of that critter, I never 'spected to iear you speak agin. I reckon it's the closet shave I ever seed. "He's a splendid one, though," continued le, stretchiug the carcass out at full length, 'and I can't, for the life of me, see how yer nanaged to get off so easy, 'cause, you see, vhen a puma makes a spring, it's generally a tartin' thing." I briefly narrated the circumstances of the ittack, and when I spoke of the tremendous eap made by my horse, Torn interrupted me vith: "That's it; thar's what's done it. You see ;her critter didn't come square down on yer, ;z he intended to, but fell a little short in his jalculation, owin' to the jump o' yer boss. \n' you bed jest sense enough about yer to j*e the one chance he left yer. Arter all said and done, though, there ain't nothi' to do hard ligbtin' with ekel to a good cnife." "But I had no idea that pumas would at,ack men," said the doctor. "Attack men I Why not?" inquired Tom. 'One kind of meat is ez good ez another to hem fellers when they're hungry, ain't it? But we oughtn't ter stand here much longer. Be you able to ride my hoss, judge, or will pou walk? We've got ter overtake them nules, and carry bis puma along with us. Twon't never do to leave that behind us." Tom and the doctor succeeded in getting ;he carcass across one of the horses, and we ;ook up our line of march. Just before nightfall we came to an opening in the forest, where we found the Mexicans awaiting our irrival, and there we made our camp. Supper over, the puma was found to measire seven feet three inches from tip to tip. The doctor superintended the removal of the skin, and the carcass was given to the Mexicans, who pronounced the flavor of the meat luperior to any mutton they ever tasted. I found myself so lame and sore from the effect of the bruises I had received in my encounter, that it was impossible for me to uove without great pain ; we therefore reuaiued in camp for a few days, although it I was nearly a month before I entirely recovcd from the consequences of my close shave. Admit the Sun.?Don't shut out the sun cveu though the carpets suffer a little under its ardent gleam. We are more active under he influence of sunlight, and can think oetter and act more urgently. Let us take :he airiest, choicest, and sunniest room in .he house for our living room?the work shop, where brain and body are built up and 1 reuewed?and let us have a bay window, no natter how plaiu the structure, through which :he good twin angels of nature?sun-light ind pure air?can freely enter. Dark rooms bring depression of spirits, imparting a sense >f confinement, of isolation, of powerlessness, which is chilling to energy and vigor ; but in bright rooms is good cheer. Even in a gloomy bouse, where walls and furniture are dingy ind brown, we have but to take down the curtains, open the windows, hang brackets, ind let the warm sun stream freely in, to bring health to our bodies and joy to our souls, |WiisceUiiDcous Ratling. WHAT EX-GOT. CHAMBERLAIN SAYS. | HIS PURPOSE TO COME TO SOUTH CAROLINA TO ANSWER THE CHARGES AGAINST HIM. A reporter for the Tribune yesterday called upon ex-Governor Daniel H. Chamberlain to speak with him relative to the indictment said to have been found against him in Columbia, S. C. This indictment, it is stated, charges Mr. Chamberlain, who was in 1870 attorney-general of the 8tate of South Carolina ; Financial Agent H. H. Kimpton, exComptroller John L. Neagle and ex-Land Commissioner C. P. Leslie, with having swindled the State in their capacity as land commissioners. "Mr. Chamberlain," asked the reporter, "have you received any official notification of an indictment said to have been found against 5 ?i ? -i n-1 nr.j yoursen ana omers at v^oiumum uu rr euuesday last ?" "I have no knowledge," the ex-Governor responded, "respecting the fact of an indictment having been fonnd against me, excepting what I have seen in special dispatches to Democratic newspapers. I was in Washington yesterday, on business in the Supreme Court, and read the announcement in the Post of that city. This was my first intimation of any purpose to bring an indictment against me at this particular time. But if it is true?and I have no reason to doubt it? that an indictment has been found against me for alleged frauds in connection with the land commission in 1870, it is simply a revival of one of the most threadbare of the charges which have been repeated against me for eight years. There are no facts?there can be no facts?which support any charge of fraud against me, either in the land commission or any other matter in South Carolina. What some degraded villain, willing to commit perjury to save himself from punishment, may have sworn to before the grand jury, I do not know. If a small fraction of the information which has reached me since I left South Carolina is true, their so-called investigations there have been principally from the start a hunt for some ground for an indictment against me. They have had full knowledge of all matters connected with the land commission since 1872. Why have they waited until now to proceed against me ? It will be found that this indictment rest solely on the word of men whom everybody knows to be common perjurers, ready to swear to any thing to save themselves. The dispatches do not make it clear what the precise charge is in this indictment, but what I have now said applies to any charge of fraud against me. They are one and all false, and rest only on the unsuoDorted statement of the most shame J- r less liars, who have been manipulated for this purpose. When I know the exact facts which are embodied in the indictment, I can speak more specifically regarding those facts. At present, the most I can say is that there are no transactions of any kind in So uth Carolina which can afford any possible ground for a criminal indictment against me." "What is your opinion as to the motive which prompted the finding of this indictment ?" "There has been, in the first place, at all times, a special vindictiveneess felt toward me on account of my public political course in the campaign of 1876, and the events which followed pending the decision of the Presidential election. The Democratic newspapers, legislators and stump-speakers every where in South Carolina, have been demanding that Chamberlain should he punished. In the next place, I have, I suppose, recently given them two causes of offense; the first being the defence of Kimptou in Boston against the requisition of Hampton, and the second, my agency in securing the appointment of a receiver of the South Carolina Railroad, and my connection with proceedings now pending in the United States Circuit Court for South Carolina for the appointment of a receiver for the Greenville and Columbia Railroad. This last case is to be beard by Judge Bond during the last week of the present month at Columbia. I am under engagement to be there to represent the Northern bondholders, who are moving for a receiver. These railroads have, of course, always been in the hands of prominent citizens of South Carolina. They have been managed so as to be of no value to their creditors, who employed rne to secure whatjustice I may be able to sftpiirfi for them in the United States Courts. The appointment of a receiver of the South Carolina Railroad was a heavy blow to many men who are influential in the public affairs in South Carolina. I was obliged to criticise the management of this company in the argument before Judge Bond at Baltimore in September, and I have been repeatedly informed that my professional efforts there had given great offeuce to the people. I also know that the newspapers of the State have recen tly been calling for the indictment of the man who was thus 'insulting Governor Hampton in Boston, and slandering our best people in Baltimore.'" "How do you propose to meet this indictment ?" "As an honest man should, by going voluntarily to Columbia and standing my trial, if they want a trial. I have already this morning sent the following dispatch to the Attorney-General of South Carolina : New York, November 8,1878. The Htm. L. F. Youmanx, Attorney-Ueneral Columbia, S. C.: If it l>e true, as represented here, that an indictment has l>een found against me, I shall voluntarily appear to meet it. I respectfully ask to be informed when the State will l>e ready for trial, and whether any bond for my appearance is desired. I). IT. Chamberlain, No. 34b Broadway. "Cau you rely upon a fair trial ?" "I don't know. Those who seem to be best informed about it, say I cannot. However that may be, it will make nc difference with my action or my duty. If It do not have a fair trial, my friends and the country will see and know it. I have always tried to do my duty without flinching, and while my enemies now have it in their power to cause me and my family and friends temporary wrong and suffering, they cannot disgrace me or cause me to regret the part I have borne in public affairs in South Carolina."?New York Tribune, 9th instant. The Human Race.?A statistician in England, iu studying a generation of a million of people from birth to death, finds that one-fourth of them die before they reach five years; less than one twenty-eighth between five and ten years; in the next five years the mortality is lower than at any period ; in the j next five years an increase, especially among women?the influence of dangerous occupapatious begins to beseen in the death rate. Eight times as many men as women die violent deaths. This is perceptible for twenty years. Consumption is prevalent, and accounts for one-half of the deaths from twenty to forty-five. From thirty-five to forty-five, the effect of the wear and tear of the system are seen. At forty-five the million is lessened to four hundred and twenty-one thousand one hundred and fifteen?death-rate increasing rapidly. About one sixth of the million is left at seventy five, at eighty-five only thirty-eight thousand five hundred and sixty-five are left, and at one hundred, two hundred and two are left. At fifty three, men and woman surviving are about equal in number, and from fifty onward the women exceed the men. NOTED BANK ROBBERIES. THE PRANKS OF BURGLARS AND HEAVY REPRISALS THEREFROM. The recent robbing of the Manhattan Savings Bank, in open daylight, recalls a number of famous burglaries, which are collated as follows by the Chicago Times: In 1870, a man dressed in the uniform of a police officer went into the Kensington Bank of Philadelphia, and said to the cashier: "I am Lieutenant , of precinct. There is a plan on foot to rob your bank tonight. I want you to have your watchman here, and I will have my men to assist. Do not say a word, and by to-morrow the game will be bagged." The cashier extended his hand and thanked the officer and left all in his charge. The night came, and the Lieutenant and his men were admitted into the bank. There was a parley and three of the officers and one watchman of the bank were detailed to take a walk to shadow some of the men outside. The watchman was sent back after a certain time had elapsed, and when he 1*a ?r?i?nrl Kio nnntnnr konrl/infforl anrl I ClUi JLICU 119 1VJUIJU UIO ^/Albuei uwuuvuuvu MMv. tied, and the vaults opened and $500,000 in negotiable paper and money gone. When the cashier came around, he found there bad been a robbery, and then he suddenly remembered that he didn't know the Lieutenant? didn't even know his name. The trick was very clever, and Kensington Bank never recovered a dollar. In 1872, three men went to the owner of the Third National Bank in Baltimore, and hired a room adjoining the bank. "Gentlemen," inquired one of the officers, "what are you going to do with it ?" "We are speculating now," they said, "and if we succeed in our business, we think of opening a bank." The papers were made out, the rent paid, and business commenced. In two week they did open a bank?the Third National Bank next door?by burrowing under the vault. They left the country with $400,000, not a dollar of which came back. The vault of (he Ocean Bank, of New York, was opened by one man?Maximilian Shinburn, and roisbed of $70,000. He frequented the bank until his acute ears learned by the peculiar click of the combination, precisely how to work it. And he made it, after listening for months, the very first time. He fled to Belgium, where he purchased a title, and is now living there as one of the nobility. About eighteen years ago, several men hired a room under the Boylston Bank, opened business as the trio did at Baltimore, and dug up into the vault at their leisure. The amount which tliey dug out was $850,000. The men who did the work were Adam Worth, Ike Mash, aliat "Big Ike," Charlie Bullard, a Lias "Piano," and Bob Cochran. They got away to Europe with $600,000 of negotiable paper. Worth is living the life of a prince over the water still. Marsh came back, cracked another bank, was "pinched" by the Pinkerton agency, and is now serving out seventeen years in the Philadelphia penitentiary. Bullard went to Paris with his portion of the "swag," and opened a grand boufifet at No 2 R je Scribe, said to have been i . tt :__j ?i Bimpiy maguioceiu. xxe rmumucu iu iuc v;hj during the siege, and might have been there yet, had not a Chicago detective who happened to go over there, "got on to him." The Paris police were notified of his charac ter, and in a shorl; time they detected him in a piece of crooked work, for which he fled the place. He came back to America, was arrested, and about ten days ago escaped from the Charlestown, Massachusetts, prison.? Cochran alone tried to be straight. He went to Canada, bought a farm, and in about six months the turn being called upon him by the "Hidden Hand," be passed in his checks. The Beneficial Saving Fund, of Philadelphia, was robbed of $1,600,000 a few years ago, by "holding up" the cashier, who gave the combination. Every dollar of the amount was recovered by negotiation, and the cracksmen retired on a competency. The Northumberland vaults gave up their treasures on account of a visit which masked men made to the cashier's residence, where he kindly handed over the combination, and went to the bank with them, because he couldn't help himself. The First National Bank of Wilmington, Delaware, was entered, and an attempt to rob it was precisely the same as that worked on the Manhattan recently. The cracksmen went into the Janitor's room and gagged him and bis family. An old nigger woman crawled under the bed, but forgot to pull her heels in after her. One of the men dragged her out. A door chanced to be left opeu, and through it she sped like a greased arrow. She was chased almost to the police station, and her flight saved the institution. A PALACE FOE THE KING. 8TARTLING NOVELTY IN COTTON STOWING IN NEW ORLEANS. A site has been selected, with about onehalf mile of riverfront, on which will be erec ted cotton warehouses sufficient to nanaie 2,000,000 bales of cotton each season. These warehouses will be in ten divisions, and will be built with brick walls and iron roofs; no wood whatever in any part of the structure. Each division will be furnished with storage cribs made of wrought gas pipe, perforated with small holes, and so arranged that every bale of cotton rests on the pipe, and not upon any other bale. Every bale will be exposed to view for selection, and any one bale can be taken out without moving any other one on the tier. The cotton will be slowed in the crib tiers and taken out by traveling hydraulic cranes. More cotton can be stowed by this plan on the same area of ground, thau ie now done. The perforated gas pipe crib tires are so connected that a current of heated air can at any moment be thrown around every bale of cotton iu the press and dry it if received wet, and keep it perfectly dry in wet weather; ard iu case of fire a. shower of water can at once be thrown upon all sides of every bale of cotton in the press and immediately be followed by a shower of heated air until it is dry again. The air will be heated by the escape steam of the presses, and thrown in by fan blowers, and the water supplied from elevated cisterns, always kept full by a steam pump. The yards will all be covered with glass roofs, so that cotton can be classed and weighed in all weather. The entire levee, from the warehouses to the front of the wharves, will be covered with anj iron roof, so that the receiving and shipping of cotton can go on as well in wet as in dry weath- j er. The flooring of the whole will be of granite blocks, faced perfectly level. There will be eight presses, each capable of turning out 2,001) bales of compressed cotton every twenty-four hours, or 16,000 bales altogether. Steamboats will discharge their cotton at the press wharves,and cars from all the 1 railroads will unload under the sheds at the rear of the press. Ships and steamers will lnnrt of flip nrpsK wharves. The main office will be in the business centre of the city, and connected by telegraph and telephone with each division of the press, so that sellers, buyers, brokers, shippers and ship captains, can at any moment step in and learn the conditon of their cotton, or transmit any orders to their classers, weighers, press clerks or their ships. There will also be a pneumatic tube for the instantaneous transmission of written orders, samples of cotton, <fec., such as are now used in many large cities. The loss of the distant spinner from damage by stain, resulting from wet bagging aud mud to which bales are now exposed, will b^ entirely saved when the cottoti i$ hapdled in a dry, cleaD house under cover, and always kept dry in a warehouse until put on board ship. The loss to the spinner is now fully twenty pounds per bale, and after the first i crop is sent forward in this improved condi. tion, Orleans cotton will command at least one dollar per bale more in distant markets than cotton from other ports.?New Orleans Democrat. STUDIES AMONG THE SIOUX. A Dakota correspondent of the Evansville (Ind.) Journal says: They have a keen sense of the ridiculous, particularly the women, and somewhat of humor. I think it was Running Antelope who said that when he first heard of it, he was much surprised' *ti * .1 n._! L..1 that the white men Kinea toeir saviour, duo now that he knew them, he had changed his mind. 1 recollect ooce, when a friend and myself were standing too near a circle where they were having a square dance, two hags, whose heads were silvered by well nigh a century, threw their arms around our necks, and drawing us intp the circle, compelled us to join in their gyrations, much to the hilarity of the rest. But of all objects of study the women are the greatest, from the prettiest, good natured young girls of seventeen, to the toothless old bags who, in this very tribe, have been known to come on the battle field after the fight to kill the wounded. Much righteous indignation has been expressed by American writers with regard to the servile labor which is required of the women among the Indian tribes, and this criticism is but to be expected from a people whose habits1 of pampering their women exhibits itself in the absurd etiquette which requires that a gentleman most offer to carry a parcel for a lady if it be but an ounce weight; and is now resulting in the cry of women's rights. But these Indian girls are the happiest set I have ever seen, and if the old women are bent from being hewers of wood and carriers of water, the men do their part in hunting and fighting. The men are at ODce both modest aod bold, The manner of love-making among them is strange. When afflicted with Cupid's dart, the young men go about wearing their blankets in such a manner as to cover up all the head except the eyes, and, having spied the object their affections, they slip up behind her quickly, throw the blanket over her bead a)Bo, holding her tightly around the waist, compel her to listen to the soft accents of love. In the case of a popular belle, they will sometimes range themselves in a line at the door of her wigwam, and when she comes out pass her from one to the other as she in turn disburdens her surcharged heart. They have been known to keep a girl this way all day long. Lastly, the language of the Indian is well known to be picturesque, aod no one can appreciate the grace of their oratory without having seen it, and even in ordinary conversation their gestures are profuse. It is the very poverty of their language that makes it sound poetic; thus, for "the ship sails," having neither the word 'ship' nor 'sails,' they say, "the wind makes the boat run on the water," thus bringing in two of the natural elements in that one sentence. THINGS WORTH KNOWING. 1. That fish may be scaled much easier by dipping into boiling water about a minute. 2. That fish may as well be scaled, if de sired, before packing down in Bait, though in that case do not scald them. 3. Salt fish are quickest and best freshened by soaking in sour milk. 4. That milk which is turned or changed may be sweetened and rendered fit for use again by stirring in a little soda. 5. That salt will curdle new milk; hence in preparing milk porridge, gravies, Ac., the salt should not be added until the dish is prepared. 6. That fresh meat, after beginning to sour, will sweeten if placed out of doors in the cool over night. 7. That clear boiling water will remove tea stains and many fruit stains. Pour the water through the stain and thus prevent its spreading over the fabric. 8. That ripe tomatoes will remove ink and other stains from white cloth ; also from the hands. 6. That a tablespoonful of turpentine boiled with your white clothes, will aid the whitening process. 10. That boiled starch is much improved by the addition of a little sperm, or a little salt, or both, or a little gum arabic dissolved. 11. That beeswax and salt will make your rusty flat irons as clean and smooth as glass. Tie a lump of wax in a rag and keep it for that purpose. When the irons are hot, rub them first with the wax rag, theD scour with a paper or cloth sprinkled with salt. 12. That blue ointment and kerosene mixed in equal proportions, and applied to bedsteads, is an unfailing bed-bug remedy, and that a coat of white wash is ditto for the walls of a log house. 13. That kerosene will soften boots or shoes which have been hardened by water and render them as pliable as new. 14. That kerosene will make tea kettles as bright as new. Saturate a woolen rag and rub with it. It will also remove stains from the clean varnished furniture. 15. That cool rain water and soda will remove machine grease lrom washable fabrics. Cut this slip out and! place it in a book for reference.? Q. Xi, in Alexander Post. The British Queen.?Queen Victoria's occasional exhibitions of herself to her subjects in London, are said to be like the flash of a meteor, so rapidly does she dash through the streets, and nobody gets a satisfactory look at ber. Grace Greenwood, in a letter to the New York Times, remarks: "When it leaks out that she is to make one of her little unsatisfactory royal progresses through the West End, the road all the way from Paddington Station to Buckingham Palace, or Marlboro' House, is lined with eager spectators hours before the time set for her advent. At last there comes, galloping and cling-clanging, a detachment of the Guards, all red and white and shining gold above, and fiery black below ; then a dash of outriders, a bobbing up and down of postil; ions, a rush of bay thorough breds, a bright gleam of pretty Princesses, a dull vision of Guelphic majesty, a flash of John Brown, I ??J ? n flnftaii nf a ?n! 1 an/] fka auu eiiQ 10 paob , a uuiwi ui a ?ou uuu duo ribbons of a Glengary cap; more galloping guards, a little cloud of dust, and the whole imperial cortege is out of sight. She charges on her loving subjects, and scatters them right and left. Not Boadicea in her war chariot, bearing down on Char's legions, made such time as she in her barouche and four, making for Paddington, lordly Wind- i sor, and dinner." i 4^4 ] While the bankrupt law was in force, there were 103,005 bankruptcies in the United i States. The Boston Commercial Bulletin has i reviewed and analyzed these figures, and ' shows some interesting facts. Relatively to i population, Massachusetts had the most bank- . ruptcies (one to every 160) and Maryland had 1 the fewest (one to every 904 of population,) 1 Virginia ranks next to Massachusetts, and I California is third. Conneoticut is sixteenth i in a list of forty States and territories. The i list of more than 100,000 bankruptcies looks immense, but there are at least 700,000 busi- \ ness men in the country, and on the other I hand there are among the bankrupts at least < 10 per cent. who. have failed more than once, i and also a good many not in active business are bankrupt by indorsement or other outside connection. It is, therefore, about a fair conclusion that one in nine of the business men of the country have failed in the past ten years. This is bad enough, but it is even below the general rule that one in every six men fails, which has been accepted by statisticians. ? ? TO MAKE A PLACE PROSPEROUS. There can hardly be a greater sign of pros| perity in a community than a disposition to ! help one another?lift a little when a neigh; bor's wheel gets stuck in the mud. We know of a place where a man's barn, ! with all its winter stores of grain and hay, was consumed by fire in the night Immediately all the men of the country side mustered and hauled up timber for a new barn, and then a big raising came off. After that the sound of twenty or more hammers was heard until the whole was shingled and sided. But their deed of kindness was not done yet; one after another they offered to +?lra o Vioa<4 n. fon nf hii atnr>k nnfl WintftP vane ? uvuu vt vnv v* utv them for him, thus greatly reducing his loss and assaring his heart of the more durable riches of brotherly love and neighborly good will. No one can compute in money the value of one such example of noble liberality in the community, especially in its influence on the young. Where this spirit prevails there is sure to be progress in a place, even if all the improvements are in their infancy. People will come and settle in a place which bears such a good name. Now, if you desire to see your place growing popular, do what you can to show yourself a good neighbor, especially to those who need a little extra help. If a man starts a tin-shop or a blacksmith's shop in your place, don't harness up and drive off Ave miles to buy your pans and get youir horses shod, just because you have been in the habit of doing it 7 ' " Patronize the new comer when you want anything done in his line. Speak encouragingly to him and well of him to your neighbors. Little words t>f approval or censure go a long way, and when once you have spoken them, you cannot call them back. Help the sick, especially, if they are poor, for poverty and illness are indeed a heavy burden. Perform all acts of loving charity which fall day by day in your path, remembering who it is has said, "Ye shall in no wise lose your reward."?Country Gentleman. i'-r , ? , Napoleon and the Stone Cutter.?The following is a very interesting incident that occurred between Napoleon and a stone-cutter: Napoleon, when at the height of bis power, being once at Amiens, while traversing the square, in the midst of the acclamations of the inhabitants who had assembled around him, cast hie eyee upon the multitude and perceived, in one of the corners of the square, a stone cutter who had not been induced to quit his work by the curiosity which animated the crowd by whom be was surrounded. The indifference of the man excited the curiosity of Napoleon. He wished to know something about him, and passing through the crowd, urged on his horse, until he arrived close to the man. "What are you doing there?". said Napoleon. The workman raised his eyes and recognized the Emperor. "I am cutting stone." "You have served under me," quickly observed the Emperor, who recognized an old soldier. "It is true, sire." "You were present at the campaign in Egypt; you were brigadier in such a corps?" . "Yes, sire." "Why have you quitted the service ?" "Because I had completed my time, and obtained my discharge." "I am sorry for it; you were a brave man? I shall be happy to do for you anything in my power. Say, what do you require from me?* "That your majesty will leave me to cut my stone in quiet; my work suffices me; I am in want of nothing." This fact brings to mind the interview of Diogenes with Alexander; but the modest pride of the Greek philosopher was not equal to the reply of the stone-cutter. Pointed Paragraphs.?The more intellect a man has got, the more simple he can afford to be. After all said and done, if there wasn't any thing but lambs in this world, life and mutton would be a great drug. Everybody laughs at a monkey, but nobody respects him. The road to ruin is always kept in good order, and those who travel it pay the expenses. What a blessing it is to be simple; to have the body satisfied with simple food and the mind satisfied with simple truth. The bottom round of the ladder is safer than the top one. If men of brains were always men of honor, this world would be comparatively safe. It is tough to be poor, but to be ashamed of it is putting salt on a sore. We are all of us poor just as we want more and rich as we want less. The more a man or woman knows the less they gossip about their neighbors. Culture kills gab. ? A Boy's Ideas of Heads.?Heads are of different shapes and sizes. They are full of notions. Large heads do not always hold the most. Some persons can tell just what a man is by the shape of his head. High heads are the best kind. Very knowing people are called long-headed. A fellow that won't stop for anything or any body is called hard-headed. If he isn't quite so bright, they call him softheaded; if he won't be coaxed or turned, they call him pig-headed. Animals have very small beads. The heads of fools slant back. When your head is cut off you are beheaded. Our heads are all covered with hair, except bald heads. There are other kinds of heads besides our heads. There are barrel heads, heads of sermons?and some ministers used to have fifteen heads to one sermon; pin heads, heads of cattle, as the farmer calls his cows and oxen; head winds, drum beads, cabbage heads, at logger beads, come to a bead, heads of chapters, head him off, head of the family, and go-ahead?but first, be sure you are right. How They Make Pins.?A snappish, voracious, little dwarf of a machine pulls in the wire, bites it off by inches, incessantly, one hundred and forty a minute, and just as it seizes each bite a little hammer with a con"flBa fn/>A hit* thn ?nH nf thn virA thrAA tana and "upsets" it to a head, while he grips it in a countersink held between his teeth and lays it sideways in a grove, where levers and springs playing like lightning, point the pins, and whence they are dropped into a box. The pins are then polished, and two very intelligent machines reject every crooked pin. Another automaton 'assorts half a dozen lengths, and a perfect genius of a machine bangs the pins by the head and transfers them io1 slips of paper, and by one movement 3tick*them all through two corrugated ridges in the^aper, when the work is finished. The pin machine is one of the nearest approaches to the dexterity of the human hand that has been invented. It is about the size )f a sewing machine, which it closely resembles.