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lewis m. grist, proprietor. 1 ^n jnbeptnbtnt jarnilg itepaptr: ?<si t|e |)ramntian af fjjt |)elitical, facial, ^griraltnral aab cnntntercial interests af t|e jjanfji. |terms--$2.50 a year, in advance. vot, <2fi. ' yorkyille, s. c., thursday, november 4, 1880. no. 45. m\( ?totg Irller. | THE TELEGRAPH ROBBER&! > It was in a railroad car that my vis a-vis, to while away the time?we were obliged to i wait, owing to a broken rail?told the following story: "Ten years ago I was a telegraph operator j at a small town in New Jersey, but my health { failing, I gave up my situation, and taking j an agency, I traveled westward until I finally i reached the city of San Francisco, where I took a fancy to visit the raiuing regions; so, , selecting suitable goods to sell among the j miners, I went, satisfied my curiosity, made a j little money, and was returning in the stage-1 coach, when the incidents I am about to relate occurred, or at least began to occur. "There were beside myself three inside passengers ; an old gentleman of sixty, and two roughly dressed men, apparently miners. m? -- mese iwo sat at opposite euuo ui mc wa^u, not appearing to know each other, while the old gentleman and myself sat close together. I noticed that the old gentleman had a heavy tin or iron box between bis legs, which he seemed to be anxious to keep out of sight. "After a short conversation with him, on general subjects, I allowed myself to drift gently into a doze ; and while in that condition, my ear, trained as it was to the intelligent sound of the telegraph instrument, caught a faint tic, tic, which resolved itself in the following words: " 'Bill, the young one is going to sleep, and I will tend to him while you pitch the old one out over the precipice, when I make the signal, and secure the box." "I was now as wide awake as if I had been called by an operator to receive a message, but I pretended to be still sleeping, while I listened intently. Then I heard the coach window rattle, and it read : "'All right, Bob. We will be to the Big Jump in twenty minutes, and then give the word and out he goes.' "Taking a cautious look from between my eyelids, I saw that one of the villains was telegraphing by vibrating a knife blade between his teeth, while t) j other used the window for the purpose, neit ler of them appearing to notice the other. "I knew the precipice to which they referred ; a terrible place, where a miner had once jumped off in a fit of despair at his bad luck, from which it was known as the Big Jump. How to communicate to the old gentleman I was at a loss to determine, but finally I took out a newspaper and underscored the words in a lengthy editorial, which, if read consecutively, would read: "Re n&ntimis. sir. The two villains here intend to kill and rob us in ten minutes. When I arise you attack the one with the mustache, and, I will take the other. Kill if necessary." "Then I handed the paper to the old gentleman, saying,'Have you read this sir? It's a most excellent editorial." "He took the paper put on his glasses and began to read. Soon the underscored words drew his attention aud he began to study them. Then I saw him grow pale and feel for bis box with his foot. Handing me back the paper he said significantly. " 'Do you believe that, sir ?' " 'I know it to be true, sir,' said I. "Horrible," said he slipping his hand in his breast pocket, a stern look coming in his face as he added : "I believe that I'd feel like shooting some one.' "I .saw I had a man of courage to help me, so I cared little for the villainous smile which his remark brought to one of the ruffians' face. I saw we were near the Big Jump aud were going down a steep grade at a lively rate, when one of the villains telegraphed : " 'Now!' "The next minute I was on him, knocking him senseless with my revolver. The old gentleman did equally as well, the ruffians being taken completely by surprise at our sudden attack. We had passed the precipice now, and calling to the driver to stop, he aud the one outside passenger helped to bind our prisoners, whom we left inside, while we climbed to the top. But when we arrived in Sacramento we found the robbers had released each other and dropped out along the road. "The old gentleman introduced himself as Mr. Stamford, a Sacramento banker, and insisted on my accepting the hospitality of his home, saying that I had saved his life and a large amount of money. I consented, and was driven with him to his handsome residence on the outskirts of the city, where I ? j 1 i . i u was liuruuuueu tu ins wuc, auu iwuuttu^uicio, the former a kind, motherly woman, and the latter a handsome brunette and a pretty blonde. "Three weeks' stay at Rose Hill, Mr. Stamford's home, with its lovely walks amid a wealth of tropical flowers, and the society of Ella and Blanche Stamford, lovelier if not more beautiful than the flowers that bloomed around them, ouly served to make me wish for a longer stay, and when Mr. Stamford offered me a position in his bauking-house, I most gladly accepted it, not failing to take courage from the evident delight of the fair Blanche, whom I thought the lovelier of the two sisters, when I told her of the offer and decision. "About this time Mr. Stamford, at his wife's request, replaced two Irish servants with two Chinamen, much to the former's violent denunciation. Mrs. Stamford was loud in her praise of her new help, who seemed to be quite active, orderly fellows, always ready, always willing, and always to be found at their posts. "To these two 'spoon gobbles,' as the Irish girls called Ah Wing and Ah Lee, I somehow conceived a decided aversion. There was, I thought, a sinister look about their eyes (which seemed to be cut less on the bias than usual with Mongolians) which sent a chill over me whenever I met their gate. "None of the family seconded my dislike to the Chinaraeu, except Blanche, who seemed to think exactly as I did, which I accepted as another sign of encouragement, all the rest attributing it to my dislike to the Mongolians as a race. "One quiet, summer night, I had retired to my room in the second story, and lay thinking of the happy possibility of Blanche Stamford returning the love I felt for her, when my attention was attracted by the rattling of a half window. There was not a breath of air stirring to produce such a sound, and I was about rising to ascertain the cause, when it ceased, and a window on the next floor began to rattle. Then I caught the meaning of it. Some one was telegraphing with the sashes. "I listened, and presently the second story window telegraphed. " 'Everthing quiet up there Bob?' " 'Quiet as a stiff. Old one blowing his horn. How is the younker down there ?" answered the upstairs window. " 'All quiet on the Potomac. Are you ready?" asked the downstairs window. "'Not quite yet. When I write 'Go,' then do your best. Dead men tell no tales. As soon as you finish your man, then come up here and help me with the woman." "It was our old stage coach robbers at work again no doubt. How they had gained access to the house I was at a loss to account, for it was guarded by a burglar alarm^and a watch dog. Arising and partly dressing, I took my revolver, and, stepping softly out into the hall, approached the window, where I found Ah Lee standing. "'What fire you doing here?' I demanded. 'Come to lokee see. Think hear some mans hoppee out the window," said he blandly. " 'Well said I, you go down stairs and fetch me a glass of water and a lemon to my j room.' "All litel, my will,' said, Ah Lee, as he ' glided down the stairway. As soon as he was out of hearing I took hold of the window and telegraphed : " 'Younker is awake and coming up stairs. Go hide in the closet till he comes back.' " 'All right,' answers the up-stairs window. "Then I went up stairs softly iij my stocking feet, aud softly turned the key in the hall closet, after which I telegraphed to the downstairs window: ? "'Keep c jiet down there. Younker is up here talking to the old one. Hide in the library till he comes back and goes to bed.' "Dues he suspect anything?' came back from down stairs. " 'No,' I answered. "He is telling the old j one he is go?ng to 'Frisco early in the morn- j ing. Hide 1 He is coming down stairs.' " 'All right," came back. "And arousing Mr. Stamford, I told him how matters stood, and we descended down stairs and turned the key in the library door. The desperado heard the click of the lock, and, becoming frightened, raised the window to jump out, but I leaned out of the hall window and ordered him back. For an answer he turned and fired on me, the ball grazing my cheek aad slitting my ear." ^ Here the narrator pointed to a long scar on his left cheek and his cut ear, and continued : "The next minute I fired, and the villain fell headlong into the garden. We then re turned up stairs and secured Ah Wing, from whom we stripped the paint and other disguises revealing one of the stage coach robbers. Ah Lee, whom we found in the garden, had proved to be the other one. "The ladies made their appearance, terribly frightened, and ere an explanation could be given, Blanche rushed to me, ber face pale with fear, and catching me by the arm, cried : " 'Oh, Charles, are you hurt ?" " 'Only, a scratch, Blanche,' I said, in a low tone, but she did not hear me, for she had fainted in ray arms. "The next day we notified the authorities, to whom we delivered our prisoners, and gave bonds for our appearance in regard to the killing, from which the coroner's jury exonerated us by a verdict of'justifiable homicide.' "It was nearly noon before I again saw Blanche, and then she tried to avoid me; but, drawing her arm in mine, I led her to the pretty summer house and said : " 'Blanche, I love you! Do you love me in return ?' "She hid her face against iny breast and whispered: " 'Ob, so much !' "Three months afterwards we were married, and I never hear a window rattle without thinking of the warning it twice gave me, being the means of saving a number of lives and gaining me a lovely and loving wife. "This, gentlemen, is a true story, and you can repeat it as such without fear for the names I have given you are fictitious, it not being necessary to give the true names." Such was my fellow-passenger's story. Half an hour later we parted, each going his own way. We never met since, but being reminded of hie story by a rattling window, I have endeavored to give his story just as he tnld it. names and all. THE JUDGE'S SURPRISE. The day was bitterly cold in Virginia City, as winter days most generally are in that Alpine town, and though the sun was bright, its rays were as cheerless and chill almost as moonbeams. Wild gusts whistled through the streets, breathing icicles and frost in their furious course, and driving every living thing away to seek shelter from its biting, penetrating breath. And yet not every one was housed and sheltered from the pitiless gale, for he who had work to do or business to transact was summoned, by inexorable duty, to come forth to his post, or else, when the day of reckoning came, abide by the consequences. Of these luckless exceptions, Abe Denning, the baker, was one. In sunshine or storm, hail, rain or snow, people must eat; eat, in fact, all the more voraciously because it does hail or snow, as if to perpetrate an unseasonable joke upon the baker, who, especially, in appetizing weather, must see to it that his customer's larders be properly stored with the rarest and best productions of his oven. Even such cold weather as this did not deter Mr. Denning from attending to the wants of his customers with the assiduity and attention characteristic of his class. While disappearing into a customer's house with an armful of bread, a girl of some fifteen years of age, emerged from a miner's cabin close by, and, first casting wild and hurried glances around her, rushed to the baker's cart, and had just abstracted therefrom three loaves of l J ? J .1 uruuu, auu wits uarryiug uicui uii, uncu tuc baker returned and caught her in the act. Unfortunately, an officer was passing just at the time, and the baker, on the spur of the moment, and without giving the case that consideration which he otherwise might, gave her in custody on a charge of theft. The girl, without any attempt at expostulation or explanation, burst into an agouy of tears?a sufficient evidence, perhaps, that she was but a novice, after, all, in the art of stealing. "Oh !" she exclaimed, "don't take me in this way. Let me wrap a shawl around my head, or the people will know me." The officer, consenting, accompanied her into the cabin, while the baker drove away, telling the policeman he would be in court the next day to prefer the charge before the police judgr The offi .r, on entering, found no one in the cabin but three children?the youngest about three years old, and the eldest six. The hut was cold and cheerless; there was no fire. The two rider children, alarmed at the presence of the officer, exhibited discolored eyes and faces, which bore evidence of suffering and recent tears; while little Willie, the youngest, was crying and inappeasable, moping aimlessly around the cabin, looking into the empty closet, and putting his little hands mechanically into the empty dishes on the table. * What made you steal the bread, my girl?" asked the officer. At mention of the word "bread," little Willie looked tearfully and piteously in the man's face. The girl hugged the little fellow franlically in her arms, covering him with tears and kisses. "O, my poor little brother!" she cried, bitterly. "What will become of you now? This mau is going to take your Lena away with him !" Here the child threw his arms around her neck, as if to detain her by force ; while the other two children screamed piteously. The officer, suspecting the actual state of affairs, began to investigate. "Is there no coal, or nothing at all to eat in the house ?" said he. "No coal, no bread, nothing to eat!" replied the girl, wringing her hands ; and poor Willie and the rest of us have had nothing to eat since yesterday morning." Here the officer went away, saying that he would be back again in a short time. "Is the man gone for bread ?" asked the oldest of the children. . "Hush, Mollie, dear!" said Lena. "I don't know what he is gone for. He's not a bad man, anyhow, for he hasn't arrested me, as I thought he would." In a very few minutes the officer returned, with bread and groceries, not forgetting some cakes and condiments for the smallest children ; while another man at his heels carried a big sack of coal on his back. At sight of the bread the children screamed with delight, and while Lena cut up large slices of bread, and helped the children and herself, the two men set to work and made a large fire in the stove, the glow of which soon diffused warmth and comfort through the cabin. Then they cooked the meat, and made tea, and spread a steaming meal on the table for the four ofphans, while they carved and attended to their wants till they were fully satisfied. Happy, happy childhood, whose prerogatives are innocence, mirth and joy! The children, after their dinner, didn't look like the same children at all. Their faces were on/1 Iavaho Knnnv ?nd hnndsnmfi ; and UlJ?llb J x/jwuw, ??? , in a few minutes they were playing and laughing and rompling, as happy as if they had never felt the pangs of hunger. . "And now,'<* said the officer, delighted at seeing the children so happy, "sit down, Lena, and answer me a few questions. Have you no father or mother ?" "We have no mother," was Lena's reply. "She died about a year ago* and father went away to Eureka, to work, about eight months ago, and we hain't seen him ever since." "What is your father's name?" "Dawson?Jim Dawson." "And he has sent you no money?nothing?" "Nothing. Never heard of him since he went away. But when he was going he left us a bag of flour, and lots of groceries and things?as much as would last us for six months; and said he'd be sure and be back before the provisions were all out." "And you got no letter from him at all." "Not one," replied Lena, with a deep sigh. Poor Dawson had written to his children, however, but, postal communication being at that time very irregular and uncertain in the Silver State, the children did not receive his letters. "Well, I must go now," said the officer, after a pause, "but I will call for you to-morrow, and you'll have to accompany me to the police office, for I must do my duty, you know. Good bye." And Lena Dawson was left alone with her little brothers and sisters. She felt sad and lonesome after the departure k/i? lrinr] horiofanlnr hilt tllA hlinVftnOV of childhood soon gained the ascendancy, and before bed-time the orphans were a9 happy as any group of little children in Virginia City. Meantime, the report about the stealing of the bread and the destitute condition of the children got abroad. Jim Dawson, a miner himself, was well known and popular among the miners, and the cage created such sympathy, and elicited so many reminiscences and commentaries that quite a crowd was attracted next day to the police court. Judge Moses presided. The judge bore the name of being upright and honest, kind and benevolent, and if fault he had at all, it was thought to be a somewhat uncompromising rigor in the discharge of his official duties. It was hard to say lrow the case would go. After the transaction of some preliminary business, the case was called. The baker swore to the stealing of the bread, and identified the defendant as the thief. The officer testified as to the famishing condition in which he found the children, but said not a syllable about what he had done to relieve them. Poor Lena stood trembling before the judge. Thereupon a miner rustled through the crowd and stood before the bench, eyeing the judge with a deprecating look. "I declare to the Almighty, jedge," said he, "I never knowed the state of Jim Dawson's children, and if I did " he dropped a twenty into Lena's trembling hand." "You jest knowed as much about it a9 other folks," exclaimed another miner, excitedly, walking up and putting another twenty into the girl's band with an indignant air that flung back any latent suspicion that he knew anything of the children's distress any more than anybody else. Here Long Alec, a miner?so called on account of his height and size?slid timidly and bashfully up to Lena's side. "Leeny," he said, in a half whisper, "hold yer pinafore," he slipped two twenties into her apron, and then slid back behind the crowd into a corner, and, holding his hat to his face, glanced timidly around, to see that he was completely out of sight. Then came Wabbling Joe, who was far more bashful than even Long Alec, but put on a bold face, and laughed and talked loud to make believe that he was not bashful at all. "Jedge," said Wabbling Joe, laughing and nodding familiarly at the court to disarm that functionary of possible rigor in the trial of the case in hand?"jedge, let the girl slide. She ain't done nothing but what you or I would do if we was hungry !" And poor Lena was once more the recipient of another present. The court held down his head and smiled gravely at Wabbling Joe's defense of the accused ; but immediately recovering his gravity, said : "Gentlemen, I appreciate your liberality and generous sympathy for the young offender, and I am particularly impressed with the ingenious defence made by ray friend, Wab-1 bling Joe"?here a good-natured laugh escaped the whole crowd, as if to "put the judge in good humor?"but," continued his honor, "whatever might be the sympathy of the court for the sad condition of the accused, there is a public duty to be performed, and the case must therefore proceed." "What is your name, my girl ?" asked the court. "They call me Lena Dawson, sir," was the reply. "Call you Lena Dawson ! And I suppose Lena Dawson is your name, is it not?" observed the judge. "No, sir, it ain't," returned the girl. "My father died when I was only three years old, and my mother got married to Mr. Dawson some time afterward. My proper name is Madeline Winters, but they call me Lena, for short." "Madeline Winters! Where were you born ?" asked the judge. "In Kansas City," was the reply. "In Kansas City!" echoed the court, in a voice of still deeper gravity than before. "And what was your mother's maiden name, do you know ?" "Madeline Moses, sir," responded Lena. "Madeline Moses! My God !?my God ! CUft tirao m w oiofor I" uao lllJ And Judge Moses, overcome with emotion, bowed his head on the desk, while a torrent of tears flowed down his face. Just as the crowd, in obedience to the dictates of delicacy, were emerging from the police court, to let uncle and niece indulge the sacred joy of mutual recognition, Jim Dawson appeared at the door, having just returned from his prospecting tour in Eureka, and, with an innate sense of propriety that did honor to his acquaintances, who were all rejoiced to see him, was quiety permitted to join his relatives inside.?San Francisco Argonaut. At Bath, England, there has been discovered, about thirty feet below the present surface of the earth, a perfect Roman bath, eighty feet long and forty feet wide, the whole of the interior being lined with lead threefourthB of an inch in thickness. fpsttllaiMflttis fading. theIfoes of matrimony. TALMAGE MAKES AN ONSLAUGHT ON THE ENEMIES OF MARRIAGE. "Married, the second Tuesday morning in May, of the year 1, Adam, the first man, and Eve, the first woman, High Heaven officiating," was the announcement with which Dr. Talmage closed his exordium at the Brooklyn Tabernacle yesterday morning on the marriage of Adam and Eve. He continued : I Away with the gross notion that marriage is merely a civil contract; it is a paradisiacal six thousand years old divine institution. All the laws since Blackstonc or before Blackstone can't properly marry two hearts unless the Lord Almighty has first married them. What are the foes, the bitter enemies, of the marriage relation ? The first foe I discern is polygamy. There are now in this country more people than ever who believe in polygamy. Some believe in it under the name; some practice it under qo name. When it is asserted that the Biblesanctions polygamy or plurality of wives, there is not one Christian in five hundred thousand who cannot refute the slander. The Bible recognizes polygamy just as it recognizes all other styles of sin, but in no case sanctions it. Wherever in the Bible you find a man with more than one wife you find him up to his neck in trouble. [Laughter.] David and Solomon weregrievnnolu rmniahpri fnr their sins. David mOUmS 'out of the belly of hell.' Solomon says: 'There is no good thing under the sun. Vanity of vanities; all is vanity.' Good from him ! If he had 999 wives less he would have taken a more cheerful view of things. [Great laughter.] God said, 'I will make a helpmeet for man. He did not say helpmeets. If God had intended a plurality of wives, instead of taking one ritf from Adam's side He would not have a rib left. [Great laughter.] Then, how was it at the Deluge? How many of each kind were there ? Each man had one wife. If polygamy had been right, they would have had twenty wives, and thus saved a multitude from drowning. The history of the world shows that men and women have almost always been equal in number. Where there has been any exception the women have been in the majority. The Bible is not more thoroughly agaiust theft, blasphemy and murder than it is against polygamy. Where polygamy exists theie may be a large house, a splendid house, but no home. Suppose twenty women tried to occupy the throne of Victoria, how much prosperity would there be in England ? Just as much as in any home where more than one wife tries to be queen. God intended woman to be man's equal. But in polygamy that is impossible, because it presumes that it takes ten, twenty, or thirty women to equal one man. All that poetry about man being the oak and woman the vine is flat, and stale, and untrue. "In tens of thousands of cases, men who have met commercial disaster, who have gone home discouraged, ready to give up the struggle, wishing they were dead, have found sympathy and encouragement in wives who have cheered and led them up to commercial prosperity. Who now the oak and who the ivy? I like the ring of that New York merchant who, after declining a subscription to a project he disapproved, said to the applicant: 'You may call upon my wife; perhaps she may take a different view of the subject.' Such a beautiful thing as tfiat cotild not have occurred in polygamy. j "Again, all these entertainments which taKe men a majority ox evenings num numc are enemies of the domestic relation. I make no indiscriminate assault on clubs. Indeed, if I had no home, I should seek out the best club I could find and join it. But when a man likes any place better than his home, look out for breakers. [Laughter.] You can tell whether a man likes his home by noting whether he stays there. But the average club-house is the foe to domestic life in New York and Brooklyn. "Who people the club-houses? I answer, in many cases, women. A woman is surprised that she has uot so much attention paid to her now as before marriage. Perhaps it would be different if she would take as much pains to make herself as attractive as before marriage. That is where women make a mistake, when, because they are married, they give up all thosejlittle arts which, though indescribable, go to make up womanly attractiveness. Too many women make their charms a net for making one haul. After they have made one haul they throw the net away. Before marriage you played like Thalberg or Gottschalk ; [ now you cannot play at all. [Laughter.] How do you spend your evenings? Do you [ put your husband in an infant class of which you are the professor? You ought to make home a small,heaven for your husband's perturbed spirit. Unwise, fretful, jealous women have filled one-half of the club houses of America. "Let the women of this country read newspapers and books, if only ten minutes a day. Let them study the questions of the hour, and be able to hold a good stout* political argument as to the merits of Hancock and Garfield. [Laughter and applause.] Then home will be the club house to which many more will tlocK. uue intelligent woman hhb mure attractiveness than twenty intelligent men. UNWORTHY OF PUBLIC CONFIDENCE. Mark Twain says "we left the train for Switzerland, and reached Lucerne about ten o'clock at night. The first discovery I made was that the beauty of the Lake had not been exaggerated. Within a day or two I made another discovery. This was that the lauded chamois is not a wild goat; that it is not a horned animal; that it is not shy ; that it does not avoid human society ; and that there is no peril in hunting it. The chamois is a black or brown creature, no bigger than a mustard seed. You do not have to go after it; it comes after you. It arrives in vast herds, and skips and scampers all over your body, inside your clothes. Thus it is not shy but extremely sociable. It is not afraid of man ; on the contrary it will attack him. Ita bite is not dangerous, but neither is it pleasant. Its activity has not been over stated. If you try to put your finger on it, it will skip a thousand times its own length at one jump, and no eye is sharp enough to see where it lights. A great deal of romantic nonsense has been written about Swiss chamois and the perils of hunting it, whereas the truth is that even women and children hunt it. fpfirlpsslv. Indeed evervbodv hunts it. The hunting is going on all the time, day and night, in bed and out of it. It is poetic foolishness to hunt it with a gun. Very few people do that. There is not one man in a million who can hit it with a gun. It is much easier to catch it than it is to shoot it, and only the experienced chamois hunter can do either. Another common piece of exaggeration is that about the scarcity of the chamois. It is the reverse of scarce. Droves of 100,000,000 chamois are not unusual in the Swiss hotels. Indeed they are so numerous as to be a great pest. The romancers always dress up the chamois hunter in fanciful and picturesque costume, whereas the best way to hunt this game is to do it without any costume at all. The article of commerce called chamois skin is another fraud. Nobody could skin a chamois. It is too small. The creature is a humbug in every way, and every thing which has been written about it is sentimental exaggeration. It was no pleasure to me to find the chamois out, for he had been one of my pet illusions. All my life it had been my dream to see him in his native wilds some day, and engage in the adventurous sport of chasing him from cliff to cliff. It is no pleasure to me to expose him now, and destroy the reader's delight in him and respect for him, but still it must be done, for when an honest writer discovers an imposition it is his simple duty to strip it bare and hurl it down from its place of honor, no matter who suffers by it. Any other course would render him unworthy of the public confidence. THE FATAL BLACK BEAN. George Jones, father of the late Count Joannes, was an English chemist, who, about the year 1818 emigrated with his wife and three children, of whom George was the oldest, to this country. His brother was but four years old, he only 6, and his sister a babv in her mother's arms. The vessel was an old sailing ship, fitted out after the ordinary method of emigrant vessels in those days, was a bad sea boat, aod meeting with terrible storms in the Atlantic was driven out of her course, and with difficulty kept above water. When at laat the weather moderated it was found that the provisions, of which there had been an insufficient quantitity at the start, were running short. Everybody was put on short allowance, but when at last, the ship was on her direct course for Boston, whither she was bound, a further reduction had to be made. This was soon again reduced, and at last there was no food left on board, and starvation stared the crew and passengers in the face. Driven desperate by hunger, the crew mutinied, and the Captain could only recall them to their duty by agreeing that beans should be drawn from a box, and the one on whom the black bean fell should be killed for food for the others. Officers, crew and passengers, women and children, everybody on board, were included in this horrible lottery, and with heavy hearts the famished emigrants came on deck to participate. The beans were wrapped in pieces of paper. It was agreed that none of them should be opened until noon on the day of the drawing, so that, if during the two hours that intervened, a ship *r land were sighted, the doom of the drawer of the fatal black bean might be averted to the eleventh hour. The Captain was the first man to put his hand into the death box. He drew it out, and unable to master his anxiety to know his fate at once, he tore off the covering and discovered a white bean. He was saved. As the officers, one by one, drew beans from the box, they followed the Captain's example, pulled off1 the paper, and showed white beans. The first man among the crew who came down from the masthead, secured a white bean, and resumed his lofty post; After the crew had all drawn, the black bean still remained in the box, and it seemed clear that the victim was to be found among the passengers. They drew by families, and comparatively few beans remained in the box. Mr. Jones with his wife and children advanced to take their chances. The father and mother drew white beans, and the little boy, George, was led to the box. He scarcely comprehended the full nature of the terrible ordeal he was undergoing, but he plunged his little hand in and drew out a bean. His father hastily snatched it from him, and was about to tear off the paper when the shout of "Land ashore!" came from the masthead. Amid the tears, laughter and feeble cheers of those on board, Mr. Jones cast the bean into the sea, and the future Count never knew whether it was a white or black one. But the Jones family were not destined to escape unscathed from the hardships of that disastrous voyage. Before the land that the keen eyes of the sailor at the masthead had discerned far away was much nearer, the little girl had died in her mother's arms, of starvation. Soon afterward, the youngest son, Richard,.showed signs of failing intellect, and before the passengers landed, he was violently insane. He recovered in some measure after a few months, but the Count used to say that up to the time of his death, he was subject more or less to mental depression and mild lunacy, the result of his sufferings during those eighty-five days. As for the eldest son, George, who lived to be the Count Joannes, he was quite blind when he went ashore at Boston, and six weeks elapsed before he regained his sight. THE SENATE PIE STAND. Tho SAnRt.fi nip. stand, savs the Washington ? r ' ?j ~- - _ o correspondent of the Hartford was kept by a crippled lady named Mary Burch. She has been there for many years, and has probably made money. During the time Mary has kept it she has had as customers many of the leading men of the nation. Senator McCrary, of Kentucky, the most hui 'orous speaker that has been in the Senate since the days of Nye, was a regular customer at Mary's stand; so also was Zach Chandler. David Davis could be seen there every day the Senate was in session, drinking his glass of milk and eating his piece of pie, for which Mary charged him eight cents. Chandler was a great pie-eater; Senator Vest, of Missouri, was also a frequent but not regular consumer of Mary's famous pies. I remember one day of hearing Senator McCrary invite Senator Ransom, of North Carolina, up to Mary's stand. Said McCrary, whose strongest point was his economy and saving?he saved, it is said, $35,000 of the 840,000 he received as salary for the eight years he was in the Senate?"Ransom, you have lunched me several times, now come and take a lunch with me." Ransom accompanied him, expecting, of course, to be led down to the restaurant, but McCrary walked direct to Mary's pie stand. "Mary," said he, "give us two glasses of milk and five cents' worth of ginger cakes." Turning to Ransom, he asked, innocently : "Ransom, do you like ginger cakes?" Ransom said he did, but he drank the milk only, while McCrary consumed the five cakes. Another day he met Conkling walking along the hall. Stopping him, he said : "Conkling, have something." Conkling said : "Certainly." McCrary went over to the stand, and, handing Mary two pennies, said: "Give us two of those long sticks of eaudy." Taking the largest, he handed Conkling the other, and the pair walked off. One day Mary was asked if Senator Davis ate in proportion to his Bize. She answered: "No, he don't eat much, but he is good pay, which is more than some of them." Senator Davis, besides his million dollar farm, has at least another million dollars lying around. Mary mado a cake which was known as the two-cent cake. It was made of better material than the ordinary penny cake. Chandler was noticed munching on them,*one day by a friend, who asked if he could stand such food. "Stand it!" he replied ; "no, I don't stand it. My liver is too active, and I eat these to stop it a little." 1 ? < Two Ways of Examining a Witness. We meet with a good illustration of two methods of examining a witness, and by two eminent counsel, Francis Jeffrey and Henry Cockburn. The examination turned on the sanity or insanity of one of the parties concerned, and Jeffrey and Cockburn were acting together in the case. Jeffrey began : "Is the defendant, in your opinion, perfectly sane?" he said to one of the witnesses?& plain stupidlooking countryman. The witness gazed in bewilderment at the question, but gave no answer. Jeffrey repeated it, altering the words : "Do you think the defendant capable of managing his own affairs ?" still in vain. "I ask you, said Jeffrey, "do you consider the man perfectly rational?" No answer yet; he glowered with' amazement, and scratched his head. "Let me tackle him 1" said Cockburn; then, assuming his own broadest Scotch tones, and turning to the obdurate witness, he began: "Hae ye your mull, (snuffbox) wi' ye ? "Ou ay," said the awkward I fellow, stretching out his snuff horn to Cock! burn. "Noo, hoo lang hae ye kent John I Sampson ?" said the witty advocate, saluting I the mull and taking a pinch. "Ever since ! he was that height," was the reply, the witness indicating with the hand the alleged height. "An dae ye think noo, atween you an me," said Cockburn in his most insinuating Scottish brogue, "that there's onything intill the ! creature?" "I would not lippin (trust) him j with a bull-calf," was the instant rejoinder. I TKn end 0700 (rained amid the Convulsions of i the court, and Jeffrey said to Cockburn that he had fairly extracted the essence out of the witness.?Leisure Hour. Stealing Other Men's Time.?A man cannot very well steal an overcoat or an umbrella without knowing it, but a good many men?good, honest, well-intentioned fellows, too?unconsciously steal a great deal of what is of far more value to a busy man than an over-coat or an umbrella?bis time. They have no more right to do it than to filch bis purse; but how angry they are, as a rule, when it is hinted, even in the most delicate manner, that one's time is his own, and that the owner does not care to be robbed of it! And the worst of this species of "eonveying" is that, while a stolen coat may be recovered by process of law, an hour of time pinrloined is gone forever. The question is one that deserves to be thought of?by the time stealers. It is thought of often enough by those who are robbed of their precious minutes and hours! The Evening Post, in a caustically humorouk article on books'of etiquette, puts the case happily when it is said that the coming book on etiquette "must teach the truth that most people in our time have duties to attend to which require time, and that it is as selfish and vulgar to take up one's time as it is to use one's postage stamps, or money or anything else he may place, in curtesy, at his guest's disposal." To be quite perfect, that same valuable book should teach that it is the very pink of politeness to say to one who is depriving you of your time unnecessarily: "My dear sir, or madam, I have duties to perform, and just so much time to do them in. I must, therefore, say goodby." Such a formula, inAAi-nnratorl intn tlifi crenerfll Code of Pood w j/uiukuu ""v - -" a ?-- ~ o manners, would save a vast deal of embarrassment to timid or too punctilious persons, and enable them to get rid of a bore without offence. Meantime?while waiting for the new code?let it be understood that true politeness does not require a man to submit to the rapacity of incorrigible time-stealers and, that, when occasion requires, he is perfectly justified in turning to them a deaf ear and a cold shoulder, and going on with his business as though they were wherever, in his wrath, he may wish them.?A Sufferer, in Examiner and Chronicle. How India Rubber is Obtained.?A correspondent of the Boston Commercial Bulletin, writing from the Amazon River, Braz;l, gives the following account of the method of gathering rubber : "At last we arrived at the encampment, which seemed to be on an island in a vast arclwpelago. There were abundant groves of rubber trees in all directions, and men, women and children engaged in collecting the rubber, with more method than I should have expected among such a rude and savage people. Each one had a certain number of trees allotted to him which he bored with an auger. He then inserted in the hole a piece of hollow cane. To the bark of the tree he fastened with mud the shell of a tarrapin, or of a large clam to catch the liquid. !$Vhen it drips from the cane it is white as milk, but thicker or with more body. A trough dug out of a log is stationed at a central point, and when the trees are all tapped, the man goes round watching the shells and pouring the contents, when full, into the trough. "Towards sunset a fire is made of leaves and twigs, upon which is thrown the fruit of a certain kind of palm, which gives forth a dense smoke. A small round bladed paddle, ' * * - j* j like tnose usea in a canoe, is aippea into me milk, and turned over once or twice. It is then drawn out, covered with a coating of the liquid gum, and held at once in the smoke of the fire which hardens and also darkens the coating. It is again plunged into the milk and again smoked, and this process is kept up until the blade of the paddle is covered an inch to an inch and a half in thickness. A knife is passed along one edge of the blade and the mass removed. It appears in shape like a shoemaker's lapstone with a sort of nozzle on one side. In this state it is shipped. From one of these lumps of commercial gum the different coatings may be readily detached." Married Men.?Hear what Miss Bremer says about married men. "So good was he, that I now take the opportunity of making a confession which I have often had upon my lips, but have hesitated to make for the fear of drawing upon myself the hatred of every married woman. But now I will run the risk?so now for it?some time or other people must unburden their hearts. I confr&s, that I never find a man more lovable or more captivating than when he is a married man. A man never so handsome, never so perfect, in my eyes, as when he is married, as when he is a husband and the father of a family, supporting in his manly arms, wife and children, and the whole domestic circle, which, on his entrance into the marriage state, close around him and constitute part of his home and world. He is not merely ennobled by his position, but he is actually benefited by it; then he appears to me to be the crown of creation ; and it is only such a man that is dangerous to me, and with whom I am inclined to fall in love. But then, propriety forbids it. And Moses and all European legislatures declare it to be sinful, and all married women would consider it a sacred duty to stone me. Nevertheless, I cannot prevent the thing. It is so, and it cannot be otherwise ; and ray only hope of appeasing those who are excited against me is in my future confession, that no Jove affects me so pleasantly ; the contemplation of no happiness makes me so happy as that between married people! It is amazing to myself, because it seems to me that I, living unmarried, or matchless, have but little to do. But it is, and always was so. ? ? Keep it to Yourself.?You have trouble?your feelings are injured, your husband is unkind, your wife frets, your home is not pleasant, your friends do not treat you fairly; aud things in general move unpleasantly. Well, what of it ? Keep it to yourself. A smouldering fire can be found and extinguished ; but when the coals are scattered, who can pick them up ? Bury your sorrow. The place for sad and disgusting things is under the ground. A cut finger is not benefitted by pulling off the plaster and exposing it under somebody's eyes. Tie it up and let it alone. It will get well sooner than yon can cure it. Charity covereth a multitude ^f sins. Things thus covered are often cured without a scar ; but once published and confined to meddling friends, there is no end to the trouble they 1 may cause. Keep it to yourself. Troubles are transient, and when a sorrow is healed i and past, what a comfort it is to say, "No one i ever knew it until the trouble was all over." 1 Depths of European Seas.?In the neighbcrhood of the continents the seas are often shallow; thus the Baltic sea has a depth . of only 120 feet between the coasts of Germany and lihose of Sweden. The Adriatic, between Venice and Trieste, has a depth of only 130 feet. Between France and England the greatest depth does not exceed 300 feet, whnb on the southwest of Ireland it suddenly sinks to 2000 feet. The seas in the south of Europe are much deeper than the preceding. The western basin of the Mediterranean seems to be very deep. In the narrowest parts of the straits of Gibraltar it is not more than 1000 feet below the surface. A little further toward the east the depth falls to 3,000 feet, and at the south of the coast of Spain to nearly 6,000. On the northwest of Sardinia, bottom has not yet been found at the depth of nearly 5000 feet. With resDect to the open seas, their, depths are little known. About 250 milee south of Nantucket the lead has been sunk 7,800 feet. In north latitude at 78 deg. Captain Ross has has exceeded 6,000 feet in Baffin's Bay. But the most astonishing depths are found in the southern Atlantic; west of the Cape of Good Hope 16,000 feet have been found, and the plummet has not found bottom at 27,-600 feet west of St Helena. ? 4 ? Habit.-?Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it every day, and at last we cannot break it. The chains of habit are generally too small to be felt, until they are too strong to be broken. To one who murmured, because he rebuked him for a small mater, Plato replied, "Custom is no small matter. A custom or habit of life does frequently alter the natural inclination for good or for evil." After a series of years winding up a watch at a certain hour, it becomes so much of a routine as to be done in utter unconsciousness ; meanwhile the mind and body are engaged in something different. Burke relates that for a long time he had been under the necessity of frequenting a certain place every day; and that so far from finding pleasure in it, he was affected with a sort of uneasiness and disgust; and yet if by any meanci he passed by the usual time of goinj thither he felt remarkably uneasy and was not quieted until he was in his usual track. Our destinies go with us out of our cradles. 'Tis education forma the common mind, Just as the twig is bent the tree is inclined. Children, like oziers, take the hand, As they first are fashioned always stand. An abstract of the quarterly circular, issued from the mercantile agency of Dunn & Co., giving the business failures for the third quarter ol the present year for the U. S. and Canada, has been published. The-number of failures in this quarter (ended September 30,1880) was 979 for the United States and 130 for Canada. The amount of liabilities for the United States was 812,121,442 and for Canada $1,219,763. For the same period of 1879 the number of failures in the United States was 1,262, and liabilities $15,875,050. For the first nine months in 1880, the number of failures was 3,476: liabilities, $45,010,185, while for the same time in 1879 the failures amounted to 5,320 and the liabilities aggregated $81,054,940. The failures in this , period of 1879 involved losses less than half as great as those of' 1878, and there is a corresponding improvement in 1880 as compared with 1879. Messrs. Dunn remark that "shoqld this ratio of improvement continue to be shown during the next three months, the failures for the year will be less, as compared with the number engaged in trade, than at any period since we have undertaken the compilation of these figures." A charter has been granted by Judge Welford, of the Circuit Court, of Richmond, Va., to a large number of prominent gentlemen, residing in various sections of the country, for the purpose of promoting and securing the proper celebration in October, 1881, of the one hundredth anniversary of the surrender at Yorktown of the British forces under Lord Cornwallis. The capital stock is $250,000, divided into shares of $10 each, and the principal office is at Richmond, Va. The name of the company is the "Yorktown Centennial Association," and the names of the offibers and-their residences are as follows: Judge Robert Ould, Richmond, Va., president; Hon. Thomas Cochran, Philadelphia, first vice-president; Hon. Alexander H. Rice, Boston, Mass., second vice-president ; Gen. John S. Preston, Columbia, S. C., third vice-president; Isaac Davenport, Jr., Richmond, Va., treasurer; Edward E. Winchell, New York, secretary ; Col. J. E. Peyton, Haddonfield, N. J., general superintendent. l@"One of those rough-clad, big-hearted miners who come into Santa Fe occasionally to lay in a supply of grub, stepped into the postoffice of that town recently, and, seeing fVio Yuin/tnTO thrpp lAt.t.flPfl held for DOStaCP. picked one op, and, looking at the address, said, in a tone of great astonishment: "Why, this letter is for a lady in Denver!' "Yes," said the clerk. "And you are holding it here?" in a tone of greater astonishment. "Why, of course," answered the clerk: "don't you see it hasn't any postage paid ?" In a tone of utter contempt for the man who would not forward a letter to a woman, paid or unpaid, the miner said: "Give me some stamps." It was done; he carefully put stamps on all the letters in the window?putting two on that of the feminine gender, to make sure that it would go all right?and stalked out of the office with the concluding remark, hurled at the bead of the astonished Pino, Pinto: "Strikes me there's some mean people in this town!" A Curious Fact.?Bands of music are forbidden to play on most of the large bridges of the world. A constant succession of sound waves, especially such as come from the playing of a good band, will excite the wires to vibration. At first the vibrations are very slight, but they will increase as the sound waves continue to come. The principal reason why bands are not allowed to play while crossing certain bridges, the suspension bridge at Niagara, for instance, is that if followed by processions of any kind they will keep step with the music, and this regular step would cause the wires to vibrate. At the suspension bridge military companies are not allowed to march across in regular step, but required to break ranks. The regular trotting gait of a large dog across a suspension bridge is more dangerous to a bridge than a heavily loaded wagon drawn by a team of large horses. Origin of the Term "Printer's Devil." When Aldus Manutius set up in business as a printer in Venice, he came into possession of a little negro boy. This boy was soon known all over the city as "the little black devil," for at that time negroes were not often seen in Venice, and some of the most ignorant people believed him to be either an embodiment or an emissary of Satan, who aided Aldus in the work of his profession. One day Manutius, desiring to dispel this strange and spreading opinion, displayed the young imp publicly to the poorer classes, making this short but characteristic speech: "Be it known to you and all Venice, that I, Aldus Manutius, printer to the holy church and the doge, have this day made exposure.to all of the printer's devil. And if any think he is not like us, flesh and blood, they may come and pinch bim, and they will find that though be is black, he is human."