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lewis m. (sbist, proprietor, j % Jitbtptnbtnf Jfanulir Ictosjiajitr: Jfor flit fromotk of tljt folical, jioral, Igriraltural anb Commtnial Jnttrats of iljt Sott% |terms--$2.50 a year, in advance. VOL. 29. YOEKYILLE, S C., THURSDAY, JTJLY 12, 1888. ]STO. 28. JWertcd ?0*tog. AIOTH..EATEN. I had a beautiful garment, And I laid it by with care; I folded it close with lavender leaves In a napkin fine and fair. "It is far too costly a robe," I said, "For one like me to wear." So never at morn or evening, I put mv'garment on; It lay by itself under clasp and key In'the' perfumed desk alone, Its wonderful broidery hidden, Till many a day had gone. * There were guests who came to my portal, There were friends who sat with me, And, clad in soberest raiment, I bore them company ; I knew I owned the beautiful robe, Though its splendor none might see. There were poor that stood at my portal, There were orphaned sought my care; I gave them tenderest pity, But had nothing besides to spare; I had only the beautiful garment, And the raiment lor aauy wear. > At last, on a feast day's coming, I thought in my dress to shine ; I would please myself with the lustre Of its shifting colors fine; I would walk with pride in the marvel Of its rarely rich design. So out from the dust I bore it? The lavender fell away? % And fold on fold I held "it up To the searching light of day. Alas ! the glory had perished * While there "in its place it lay. Who seeks for the fadeless beauty Must seek for the use that seals To the grace of a constant blessing The beauty that use reveals, For into the folded robe alone The moth with its blighting steals. ?????? ifte feller. THE DETECTIVE'S STORY. I had been down to Liverpool on some incendiary job and was returning to town by early train one morning. At Crewe I purchased a London paper, and while unfolding it, my eye caught the following advertisement in what is now called the "Agony Column"? ? ? 4 ' 1?* GOLOIETO WEE VV IKIK.-.Aaiiiiu-uuuei m^uuujiA. | jnokolwmwnh oe prqe rvsotu unvwex Myezeat Bmce dteofin gohrir Jo k win mingohpt Qorns Sttuevpws zovfzasat bmeadrettignhs Cjhkulrmenhoop rqirlsit vuivswixtyaz nanbccldeeafrg Philiajcfcel amtnaonpvdrr isstkubvew wxayr zeaf bacidle afnghiijlk dlomfnoor pvqoru. Now, I have a method of solving simple mysteries of this kind which is infallible. I postponed the process of it in this case, however, until I had called to mind where I had before seen the words "Goldie" and "Wee Wifie" together. In a few minutes I remembered "the Marquis"?the most ingenious and daring of all the burglars and swindlers I have ever known who had not been trained to the "business" from youth. This man had been a chemist in a good way in South London, but "went wrong" through drink and gambling. Ten years before 1 had sent "the Marquis" away to prison for that period. At that time a bunch of old love letters fell into my hands. They were memories of better days, when he and his pretty wife called each other by pet names. I knew that Goldie, or "the Marquis," had been liberated on ticket nearly twelve months before, and was surprised that I had not already seen him back in town. Here was a clue to his whereabouts and mode of livelihood, and so I set to unravel it. Long before reaching Stafford I had deciphered the mysterious advertisement. How few people understand the tragedies that underlie some of those announcements occasionally! This plainly told me that a burglary?with violence, if necessarywas contemplated. It contained an assignment of a place of meeting betweenihe released burglar and his wife, and I determined to be a witness of that meeting, safely disguised. That, however, was not to be. Before reaching Rugby there occurred one of the most fatal of railway collisions, and I was one of the most seriously injured. The terrible accident happened on Thursday. The meeting was to have taken place on the evening of Friday. Weak, ill, and nearly prostrate from cold, I arrived in London late on Saturday night, and after forwarding a message to headquarters, I re-booked for the Countess of Denvers' residence, Roycliffe, near St. Albans. The snow was being swirled about in bewildering eddies by the cutting wind, and although I am the abstinentest of men, I was impelled to visit the refreshment rooms and indulge in some hot drink. My illness had made me less acute than usual, and yet I could not help noticing a very old man with thin grey hair, wearing blue spec bides and black clothes several sizes too large for him, because he appeared to hover about me curiously. He wore a voluminous white neckcloth, and I put him down for o ArotliArlicf nnivAn At St. Albans he got out of the same train, i and entered the Railroad Hotel after me. | He stood beside me while I drank my warm j whisky. 1 certainly was not myself that! night. A fly brought me to the door of Iioyclifte? : a fine mansion surrounded by a terraced j park, semi-circular drives sweeping from one elevation to the other. It was nearly eleven o'clock, and the household were about retiring to bed, when iny arrival was the means of postponing that arrangement. My card was sent up stairs. I longed for bed myself, but duty made me struggle against sleep. I could scarcely keep my eyes open. I determined to come to the point at once. Upon being introduced to j Lady Denver's?a tall, handsome, and still ! youthful widow?I began : "Your ladyship took into your service about ten years ago the presumably innocent wife of a man who had been imprisoned several times for burglary ?" DT ili/1 M vA+nvnn/1 T + + 1 l um, sue iciuiui;ii? x ^/ibivu vjiv |/v\/* j creature. Has anything occurred ?" and | the lady paused. I drew the newspaper from my pocket, i and indicated the advertisement. "Oh, that is Greek to me, laughed the' beautiful dark woman. "Pardon me," I said, absently. I began to imagine I had been drugged, j and was thinking when and where that could have been accomplished. "I have been ill, my lady," I continued, j "I saw that on Thursday while traveling! from Liverpool. I was hurt in the collision,; and could not come quicker." "You must have some refreshment;" and she was about to ring the bell. "Presently, madam, if you please," I fal-1 tered. "The advertisement, puzzling as it j appears, it issimple enough. It reads thus: ; "Goldie to Wee Wifie. Am out, and know j where you are. Meet me to-morrow night j on steps of St. Martin's Church, or I'll visit' and clear place at any risk. Beware ! Fail, I and I'll do for you.' " "That accounts for Mary Carson's absence, i then," cried Lady Delivers. "She left to go 1 to town yesterday, and has not returned. But how do you make that message out ?" "You perceive, my lady," I replied, "the j first five letters are A. a, b, 111, e. Take the j first, third, and fifth away, and you isolate the A, m, or "Am." The first, third, and fifth being the first three of the alphabet, it leads one to take every following alternate letter, and we find the whole alphabet repeated over and over to the end. Cutting out these alternate letters leaves the message 1 have read, bare and clear." "Very ingenious," said Lady Delivers. "Very simple?to us," I proceeded. "Goldie and Wee Wifie were the pet names Mark and Mary Carson gave each other years ago." "I know it," cried Ladv Delivers. "The poor creature has told me everything. Do j you believe that she can have left me to join that guilty man ?" ,'Sne is not here madam." "But she may be detained forcibly," cried j thegood countess, who could not make up j her mind to believe the woman guilty or un-; grateful. "That is not the point, madam," I said, i "It is plain to me that a burglary is con-! templated here." "Oh," smiled the lady, "who would come j out on such an errand on such a night as this ?" "The Marquis acts promptly when he makes up his mind. From the beginning of his career of crime he treated his wife with terrible cruelty. He used to beat and pet the woman alternately, like the tigerish brute he is. By threats and blows he may have torn from her?presuming ner innocent?sufficient knowledge of her house and its contents to enable him to succeed in midnight robbery?unless he is prevented." "And you have come" "For that purpose, my lady," I answered almost rudely. I wished to be alone that I might, to use a slang phrase, "pull myself together." I was soon left in a spacious room opening from the hall. A fine supper had been supplied me. I had insisted on not alarming the servants, being confident of my own ability to cope with any intruder. Imagine my horror when I began to feel my limbs becoming heavy as lead, my eyelids resolutely closing. 1 felt sure now that my drink had been tampered with, and?I fell back neany unconscious, despairing at my heart, into the luxurious easy chair which had been wheeled in front of the blazing fire. A square table stood in the centre of the room, on which had been placed a hall lamp with a pale pink opaque globe. On the mantleshelf a handsome timepiece ticked deliberately, until at length its "click, click" became madening. Click, click! and I became so powerless that it seemed best for me to succumb to inevitable influences cheerfuly. The wind howled outside, and I could'hear the loose snow dashed fitfully against the window panes. I made an effort to rise to open the shutters, when the thought rose that a light would alarm the coming marauder; so I dis missed it, and gazed helplessly at the clock until the blue-spectaclea, grinning face of that old Methodist parson waveringly intervened. Click, click! and my surroundings became invisible, but only seemingly for an instant. The old white haired parson arain amused me. Then he annoyed, for he kept close to my elbow, still grinning gleefully. Once more I opened my eyes. Click, click! How drowsy that incessant ticking makes one. The hrst had become 1 unaccountably dim and low. The walls, 1 with their hunting pictures, were shimmer- : ing in a kind of wreathing mist. At last 1 darkness and a cold blight fell upon the 1 hitherto warm room, and then vanished altogether. ' 1 Suddenly, as I thought, a piercing scream 1 woke me up. I could not move for a mo- 1 ment. It was repeated once?twice. Then the clock struck slowly?one, two! I had been fast asleep two hours. Another scream startled the house. Every faculty acute now, I by a great effort of will cast aside my drowsiness, threw the door open, and rushed up the grand staircase, as the servants descended from the upper stories, to find the beautiful countess standing in the centre of a long corridor, in night attire, her long black hair streaming 1 down to the floor like a veil over her tall form. The moon was shining brightly. A black ' figure dashed against the French window opening at the end of the corridor on the balcony, as the heroic noble-woman fired a revolver she had torn in a most terrible struggle from the burglar's grasp. He smashed the great square of plateglass and disappeared over the edge, or parapet, of the balcony, pursued now by me. The leap was a terrible one, but was followed by others equally awful. The flying robber avoided the circular drives spoken of, jumping fearlessly from the parapet of j one terrace to the gravel walk of the other, 1 until he reached tire level of the lodge. There was an ornamental lake in view of \ the road, and 1 was close behind him. Turning, he presented a pistol full at my . face, and tired?and, thank heaven, missed. , In ducking to avoid the bullet I recognized ' the large black clothes and white neckcloth , of the man I supposed to be a Methodist ' parson. Wig and spectacles were gone. A superhuman effort enabled me to rise; but from illness and the leaps, I was still reel- ' ing. "The Marquis" caught me in his arms, ( and threw me right into the cold water, over whose surface a thin film of ice had been forming. The scoundrel escaped. Detectives are not always successful. I was soon rescued by the servants. The countess had struggled magnificently, when, : awaking, she found "the Marquis" departing with the contents of her jewel-safe and , dressing-case. He had entered by a back ; window, gone coolly to the lady's room, ' and, while she slept, taken the keys from under her pillow. Jewels were stolen valued at four thousand pounds. 1 never was more annoyed in my life with a case, and so 1 labored vigilantly to capture "the Marquis." Disguised as a Jew wicture-dealer, 1 visit man ami ner ciinureii up to iiuu|i. "Skinner will get back about eight o'clock. I guess the sick boy only wants a little feeding up to make him all right," remarked Flynn as they approached the hut. They found the woman seated oil the rougli floor with the boy on her lap, and Maggie, their late visitor, at her side sound asleep. With tearless sobs she related her sad story. About five years before, or when Freddie was only a few weeks old, her husband left her to join a party of prospectors who were going to the Sierra Nevada region, and she had never heard from or seen him since. She waited until her funds were nearly exhausted; then made her way to Sacramento. While supporting her children as best she could, she learned that the party had broken camp ; her husband had ueen brought to Sacramento and placed in a hospital, where he remained a long time seriously ill with brain fever. She traced him to the hospital only to find that he had gone away again; no one could tell whither. Recently she learned that a man answering his description, and bearing the same name, was working in the Kiwanna mines, and she was on her way there. He had always been a fond husband and father, and she believed lie had searched for her also, but they had missed each other. The two men were deeply moved as they ed Barney Moss, the* well-known "fence," one night. I not only secured without assistance the whole of the Denvers' family di- , amends, but about ten thousand pounds' worth of other long-stolen property. When I left Barney at Thames-street that , night, he snarled: , "You've copped me, my tear, but you haven't got 'the Markis' yet. Clever, ain't ye??I don't think. You've often been in his company lately, but you carn't tumble to him. He swears he'll make you trink mit , him next Derby Day, an' I'll bet he will, for he's a hot 'un the Markis is. it was him that drugged you at St. Albans that night." Barney went away for twenty-one years before the great Epsom meeting came off. I knew there was something in that boast. Some men delight in narrow and useless risks. Disguised as a "nigger," I went to Epsom. I play the banjo pretty well, and could sing well then. Just after the second race 1 was playing at the entrance to Harry Broome's tent. I heard a voice say: "I promised to treat a slop or two here today.'1 I looked round at the speaker, and saw an elaborately-clad swell, in dust-coat, white hat, green veil, and eyeglass. His hair was yellow, with Dundreary whiskers to match. "The Marquis" had a faculty of disguising the appearance of the muscles of his face, the form or weight of his body, and his height. These whiskers were beautifully glued to his cheeks, but they betrayed him. "Wanted to treat a slop?" said I. "Bet+Uf ufiiiul trip n nint. Cullv." "Who the deuce are you ?" he asked, contemptuously brushing past me. "Jack Poynter!" I cried, throwing my banjo away, and pulling off his hat, wig, whiskers, moustache and all. "Ha!" he cried, with an effort to get away, hut the crowd was too great. Before he could draw his "shooter," I had him nearly crushed in my arms, and the "bracelets" on. He had a lot of pals, who tried to rescue him, but there were too many of us about. At his house hundreds of pawn-tickets were found, by means of which some of the less valuable of the jewels of Lady Delivers were found, of course, freshly mounted. His wife, innocent, broken down from illusage, was found under charge of a coarse hag, who was well paid for acting as gaoler. When "the Marquis," or Goldie, went to prison for twenty-one years, "Wee Wifie" was again rescued by the beautiful Countess Den vers, who has long now enjoyed another and a higher rank. The lady often relates to her friends the story of a Cipher Advertisement .?IjhhUm Jimlyet. A MINING STORY. " 'Eureka gold mining company.' Don't it look important on paper? I* tell you, boys, we've got a good thing but we must work!" said Tim Flynn, glancing at the piece of paper in his hand. "Yes," replied Joe Bagly with a sleepy yawn, "but let's go to roost now. We can't do anything more to night." The men, eight in number, had been sitting around a camp fire discussing their prospects. The Eureka mine originally belonged to a party of Eastern capitalists, who, having worked it for a short time and finding it did not "pan out" according to expectations sold their interests to the men who had just taken possession of the property, which they firmly believed would prove an Eldorado. They were poor in purse, for they had invested their all in the new venture, Out were nen in nope ana courage. "It is a well-known fact," Flynn would assert twenty times a day, "that the Eureka is on a range with the famous Empire, which yields as high as thirty thousand per ton, and we aresure to strike the same vein. Some day we will wake up to find ourselves millionares. It is only a question of time." ~ The next morning seven of the men, who were the actual owners, began to work, leaving Si Heed, whom they termed silent partner, to do the chores about the camp. Iteed was pale and thin and had an anxious, expectant look upon his face. He seldom spoke to anyone, which fact had gained him the soubriquet of Silent or Si Heed. He was devotedly attached to Flynn, who had befriended him while in Sacramento, and exhibited such sincere grief when he heard of his intended departure for the mines, that Flynn invited him to join the party. The miners worked like beavers, delving down in the earth that each felt certain held in her virgin bosom the gold which would enrich them. They began their labors at the first streak of (lawn, toiling unceasingly through the entire day, each dreaming his own dream of future greatness. Weeks sped by; pan after pan was washed, the contents examined, then thrown aside. But they were not disheartened. The gold was there. The next blow'of the pick might reveal it. One evening, after supper, Joe Bagly said: "How's the fodder, Si? Last another week, eh?" "No, hardly enough for another week." "You must put us on low rations men. What d'ye say, boys?" "Agreed, they answered in chorus. The next day, when Si gave each man his portion, they laughingly declared that Flynn had received the lion's share?which was true; for Reed had robbed himself in order that his friend should have his usual supply, albeit no one suspected the bit of self-sacrifice. The week was stealing away and they had not "struck it." The hearts of the miners were growing heavy with dread. Yet thev dared not give vent to their fears. Each felt that success depended upon his individual courage, and no one was willing to dampen the ardor of the others by expressing doubt of their ultimate triumph. One day, while seated 011 the ground eating their midday meal, a little girl appeared before them. "Hello !" cried Flynn, springing 1o his feet, "where did you come from ? "Please, sir, I've bin walking ever so far. Ma saw yer camp-fire las' night, and told me how to get here. She couldn't come herself, 'cause Freddie's sick. May 1 sit down? I'm awful tired." She glanced timidly at the men, then at the empty pot in which the dinner of beans and bacon had been cooked. "Where does your ma live ?" inquired Bagly. "She doesn't live nowhere. We're ahunting for pa." "Did you expect to tind'im here ?" "No, sir; but we're hungry, and ma thought you'd give us somethin' to cat." The men roared with laughter. Something to eat, when they had just devoured their last cut of bacon. "Not another mouthful, boys. We must give the chick what's left," said Bagly, scraping the remains of each dinner into his own tin plate. "Here, little 'un, eat this, and when you've satisfied the cravin's, ye can tell us where ye come from." "Please I'd rather take it to Freddie, pleaded the child, "'cause he's little an' sick." "Ye ain't bigger'n a pint of cider yerself," laughed Bagly. "Eat it, an' we'll give ye some for the others." The promise satisfied the child, who quickly devoured the contents of the dish. "Been on low rations, too, I reckon," chuckled one of the men. "Now tell us about your mother. Where is she, and whose trail is she on ?" said Flynn. "She's 'way down there in an old loghouse where nobody lives. We was going to Kiwanna camp, 'cause we heard pa was there, but Freddie took sick, and ma's afraid he'll die ; soifye'll please give me some wittles I'll go back, 'cause she'salone." "What'll we do, boys?" asked Bagly.. "We can't leave the critters there ; some of us must go with the chick and bring them Knro 'J "Heed am be spared," suggested one of the men. "Bah !" interrupted Ben Skinner, a surly, ill-natured fellow?"lteed, with his white face, that grows whiter every day ! If the woman saw him she'd think death had come for the youngster, sure." The men glanced toward Si, who was leaning against a tree, apparently oblivious of what was going on around him, and evidently did not hear the unfeeling remark. "Look here, remarked Flynn, gravely, "our larder is about empty, and we must replenish it. Let's draw lots to decide who will ride into town for provender. We are out of funds, but this," taking a valuable watch from his pocket, "can be left as security." "And this can keep it company," said Bagly, producing a handsome pistol. Skinner drew the slip of paper upon which the word "go" was written. "The little gal can sit before ye, and ye am stop at the cabing and give this, the last of our hard tack, to the woman," said Bagly. Fleetwood, their only horse, was quickly saddled, and Skinner started on his errand. "Tell yer ma to tight her luck a few hours longer, and when supplies come we'll give ye a rousing supper," shouted Bagly, as they rode away. When some distance from the hut, Skinner put the girl down; gave her the biscuit and resumed his journey. In the evening Flynn and Bagly went over to the hut, intending to bring the wo listened to the story of her sufferings, and, : after much persuasion, induced her to rei turn to the camp with them; promising j that one of the miners would go the following day to Kiwanna, about ten miles distant, and make inquiries concerning the person she supposed was her husband. Without further ceremony Flynn wrapped the boy in the blanket he had brought for i the purpose, and Bagly trudged along with ! Matre-ie in his arms. Wlien the party readied camp it was East the time set for Skinner's return, but lie t ad not arrived. A bed of brushwood covered with a blanket was arranged for the guests, and after they had lain down the men lighted their pipes and gathered around the fire, conversing in low whispers and listening eagerly for the sound of the horse's footsteps. "He oughter bin here long afore this," said Bagly, rousing himself from a brown study. "Boys, he's scooted." The suggestion fell like a bombshell; no one spoke for a moment, then Bagly resumed : "He's got your watch, Flynn?my pistol and Fleetfoot. He's gone sure as shootin'. I saw the cussedness a shining in his eyes when he drew the slip," . The others were loth to accept their comrade's suggestion, but all crept to their resting-places with heavy-hearts. "We kin live on beans," muttered Bagly, "but what will become of the woman an' her on Jvms ; In the morning there was considerable excitement in Eureka camp. Two of the men, Bagly and Reed, were missing. After a protracted search the latter was found near a clump of bushes some distance away in an unconscious state, having apparently fallen in a fit. They carried him back to camp, laid the limp form 011 a bramble bed and gazed at each other in blank dismay. . "Callsthe woman; p'raps she'll know what to do," advised Tom Knowles. The woman did not wait to be called. Seeing that something was amiss she approached the group. The next moment a heartrending cry burst from her lips. Falling upon her knees she threw her arms around the sick man and kissed his still, white face in a wild distracted way. A slight tremor passed over Iteed's frame. He opened his eyes, looked wistfully at the woman bending over him. Then a gleam of intelligence illuminated his countenance; he recognized the faithful wife from whom he had been so long separated by a singular freak of fate. For one brief moment soul met soul. He raised his lnnd heavenward, murmured faintly, "Up there, Maggie," then earned his soubriquet of Silent Reed. A solemn stillness prevailed around Eureka camp when Flynn and his comrades returned from their unsuccessful search for Bagly. The remainder of the party were sittinc around in desnondent attitudes. while Mrs. Reed, with tfie sick child on her knees and one hand fondly resting on the dead man's face, looked the very embodiment of inconsolable grief. Flynn?tenderhearted Tom Flynn?how his burly frame shook with sobs as the touching death scene was described to him. "Boys," he said, huskily, "we must face our hard luck like heroes. 1 have insisted all along that the Eureka held a fortune for each of us, because I believed it. But?" it cost him a struggle to utter the next words, which were the extinguishment of the hope that had enabled them to endure privation and hunger without a murmur. "But," he went on, "I was mistaken. After that poor creature has grown accustomed to her sorrow we will bury poor Si and pull up stakes. We won't abandon them, boys. For his sake, we must protect those he loved." The others heartily agreed to the last clause. While arranging-their plans for the future, little Maggie bounded down the hillside, singing blithely, unconscious of the bereavement that had befallen her. "Look!" she shouted gleefully, "what nice stones I have found. Full of bright specks jes like eyes." Flynn took the stone she held toward him. His face, rough and weather-beaten, grew pallid with sudden joy. "Boys," he whispered, in a tone of suppressed excitement, "she has 'struck it.' Where did you find this, Maggie?" "Way up there past the big hole," she replied, vaguely wondering at his white face. In a moment the men fell into line, Magi~..,1: +i... ?V.r. me lecumiy uic n u,y tu inc n]?uu nucic n?i^ lound the precious stone. As they passed the mouth of the pit, the scene of their fruitless labors, Flynn stopped to get a shovel. The others followed his example, carrying with them the implements which they had cast down, in a hopeless way, the night previous. They set to work silently, being too much excited to speak. If disappointment awaited them now! No, two or three blows, such as had never been dealt before, told them that they had "struck it" at last. They paused, looked at each other for a moment, then the hills echoed and reechoed with theshoutof triumph that burst simultaneously from their lips. They returned to camp, Flynn carrying Maggie on his shoulder, just as Bagly appeared in sight with a bag of provisions 011 his back. In a few words he explained how, before daylight, he had started for Kiwanna to beg food for the woman and her children. After a hasty dinner some of the men went to select a pleasant spot in which to lay the remains of their comrade, and Flynn set out for town to make arrangements about having the camp supplied with provisions. Several hours later he returned in high snirits and related how he had encountered .skii#ier in a tavern, and demanded the return of the horse, watch and pistol that had been entrusted to him. He blustered and swore for a while, and finally agreed to sell his claim for the articles he had already appropriated to his own use. Flynn did not apprise him of the lucky turn of Fortune's wheel, but took precautions to have the exchange legally drawn up and signed. "He played us a mean trick," concluded Flynn, "but I got the best of him, and now L propose to transfer his share to the orphans and widow of our old friend." No dissenting voice was raised against the proposition; furthermore, they all declared tnat Maggie should henceforth be called the Ward of the Eureka Mining Company. The next day >Si was buried, and a week later, when the success of the mine had become an established fact, Mrs. Heed and her children were taken back to .Sacramento. The sudden change of fortune, coupled with the death of her husband, proved too much for the poor woman, and two orphans became actual wards of the Eureka Mining Company. wmaammmmmmummammmA Words ok Wisdom.?It is upon the smooth ice we slip; the roughest path is safest. There- is always hope in a man that actually and earnestly works. Vivacity in youth is often mistaken for genius, and solidity for dullness. To conceal a fault by a lie has been said to be substituting a hole for a stain. Life is a battle. From its earliest dawn to its latest breath we are struggling with something. When you fret and fume at the petty ills of life, remember that the wheels which go round without creaking last the longest. "ii 1 -e nil' SUUI U1 (I illitll IB ilimiuic, inn n.iuni.. A sound alone betrays the flowing of the eternal fountain, invisible to man. The man whose soul is in his work finds his best reward in the work itself. The joy of achievement is vastly beyond the joy of reward. Whatever busies the mind without corrupting it has at least this use, that it res-1 cues the day from idleness; and he that is never idle will not often be vicious?indeed, if wisely busy, lie cannot be so. He that has never known adversity is but half acquainted with others or with himself. Constant success shows us but one side of the world, for, as it surrounds us with friends who will tell us only our merits, so it silences those enemies from whom alone wo can learn our defects. : HJisceUancotts Reading. I CKOCKETT\S COON-SKIN. P In 1827 Davy Crockett was elected to Con ; gross from Tennessee and during the canvas j played the famous 'coon-skin trick, whicl lie related as follows : "J started off to the Cross lloads, dresse* ; in my hunting shirt, and my rifle on m; | shoulder. Many of our constituents had as sembled there to get a taste of the quality o the candidates at orating. Job Knelling, : gander-shanked Yankee, who had bee: caught somewhere about Plymouth Bay and had been shipped to the West with : cargo of codfish and rum, erected a larg shanty and set up shop for the occasion. J large posse of the voters had assembled be fore I had arrived, and my opponent ha< already made considerable headway witl his speechifyingand his treating, when the; spied me about a rifle shot from the camp sauntering along as if I was not a party ii the business. "There comes Crockett," crie< one. "Lot us hear the colonel," cried an other, and so I mounted the stump that ha< been cut down for the occasion, arid begai + /-? l\i*olntrL.?/i1r I 4-L/-\ .mnrni-Ofl L'fi'lo lvj uiwji>viuili\ in tn\j niv/cu v.u ovj iv 1 had not been up long before there \va such an uproar in the crowd that I could no hear my own voice, and some of my con stituents let me know that they could no listen to me on such a dry subject as the wel fare of the nation, until they had somethinj to drink, and that 1 must treat 'em. Ac cordingly I jumped down from the rostrun and led the way to the shanty, followed Ir my constituents, shouting, "Huzza fo Crockett," and "Crockett forever." "When we entered the shanty Job wa busy dealing out his rum in a' style tha showed that he was making a good day' work of it, and I called for a quart of tin best, but the crooked oritur returned no oth er answer than by pointing at a board ove the bar, on which he had chalked in largi letters, "Pay to-day and trust to-morrow.' Now that idea brought me all up standing it was a sort of cornering in which there wa no back out, for ready money in the Wes in those times was the shyest thing in al natur', and it was most particularly sir with me on that occasion. The voters, see ing my predicament, fell off to the othe side, and I was left deserted and alone, a the Government will be when it no longe has any offices to bestow. I saw plain a day that the tide of popular opinion wa against me, and that unless I got.some run speedily, I should lose my election as sure a there are snakes in Virginny?and it mus be done soon, or even burned brandy wouldn't save me. "Well knowing that a crisis was at hand I struck into the woods with my rifle on nr shoulder, my best friend in time of need, an< as good fortune would have it, had not beei out more than a quarter of an hour befor< 1 treed a fat 'coon, and in the pulling of ; trigger he lay dead at the root of a tree, soon whipped his hairy jacket off his back and again bent my way towards the shanty and walked up to the bar, but not alone, fo this time I had half a dozen of my constit I uents lit my heels. I threw down the 'cooi skin upon the counter and called for a quar of rum, and Job, though busy in dealinj out run), forgot to point to his chalked rule and regulations, for he knew that a 'cooi was as legal tender for a quart in the Wes as a New York shilling any day in the yeai My constituents now nocked about me am cried 'Huzza for Crocket,' 'Crocket, forever, and finding the tide had taken a turn, told them several yarns to get them in: good humor, and having soon dispatced th value of the'coon, went out and mountei the stump without opposition, and aclea majority of the voters followed me to se what I had to offer for the good of the na tion. "Before I was through one of my constit uents moved that they would hear the bal ance of my speech after they had washe< down their first part with some more o Job Snelling's extract of cornstalk and mo lasses, and the question being put up, it wa carried unanimously. Jt wasn'tconsidere< necessary to tell the yeas and nays, so \v< adjourned to the shanty, and on the way ! began to reckon that the fate of the natioi pretty much depended upon my shootiiq another 'coon. While standing at the bar feeling sort of bashful while Job's rules am regulations stared me in the face, I cas down my eyes and discovered one end of thi 'coon skin sticking between the logs tha supported the bar. Job had slung it there ii the hurry of business.* I gave it a sort o quick jerk, and it followed my hand a if I had been the rightful owner. I slappet 1 it on the counter, and Job, little dream inj that he was barking up. the wrong tree shoved along another bottle, which nr constituents quickly disposed of with grea good humor, for some of them saw tin trick, and then we withdrew to the rostrun to discuss the affairs of the nation. "i don't know how it was, but the voter soon became dry again, and nothing wouh do but we must adjourn to the shanty ; am as luck would have it, the 'coon skin wa: sticking between the logs, as if Job hac Hung it there on purpose to tempt me. ! was not slow in raising it to the counter the rum followed, of course, and 1 wish . may be shot if I didn't before the day wa over, get ten quarts for the same identica skin, and from a fellow, too, who in thos< parts was considered as sharp as a steel traj and as bright as a pewter button. "This joke secured my election, for it sooi circulated like smoke among my constit uents, and they allowed with one accort that the man who could get the whip-hunt of Job Snelling in a fair trade could outwi I Old Nick himself, and was the real grit fo. them in Congress. After the election wa: | over I sent Snelling the price of the rum hut took care to keep the tact irom tin knowledge of my constituents. Job refusec the money and sent me word that it die him good to be taken in occasionally, as i served to brighten his ideas; but I after ward learned when he found out the trie! that had been played upon him he put al the rum that 1 had ordered inhisbiilagains j my opponent, who, being elated with tin speeches he had made on the affairs of th< nation, could not descend to examine in tin I particulars of a bill of the vender of rum ir | a small way."?Forest ami Stream. ? ? ? THE DRY TORTl'GAS. \V. It. Prentice, an old New York soldier recalls the following interesting reminis cences of the old military prison, in a lettei to the San Francisco Bulletin : It hanpenet to be my fortune also to be sent to the Drj Tortuga's soon after Dr. Mudd, though J hat the good fortune to. be relieved from dutj somewhat sooner. The place isa queer one and has seldom been described. The Drj Tortugas (the word, I believe, means tur ties) embraces a group of several small eora islands, or keys, lying in the Gulf of Mexi co, 120 miles west from the southern part o Florida. The largest embraces only a few acres; they are destitute of fresh water, ant barren, with the exception of a few man grove and cedar trees. They were a part o the Florida purchase, and a fort was com menced on Garden Key, one of the larger by the Spaniards. It is now a first-elns; brick fort, with two tiers of casements and mounts more than three hundred ^uns During the war it was used as a military prison, and many a poor fellow, after a courtmartial, heard the words: "Sentenced to th( Dry Tortugas for life." These had accumulated till, in the autumn of 186"), more thai: 600 men of all nationalities and all colors, were gathered there, and for all crimes, from some hasty word, most likely true said to a subaltern officer, up to robbery and attempted murder. ()ur guard consisted of only about two hundred men, and there was plenty of work-foi us to do. The records had been but imperfectly kept, and the term of sentence of some prisoners had long before expired. These were hunted out and sent home first. Then 100 or more of the better men were recommended for pardon which was freely granted by President Johnson, for he was in a pardoning mood at that time. But the main | interest centred around the four conspirators, , i Mudd, Arnold, Spangler and O'Loughlin. They were supposed to be terrible fellows, 11 ready to cut all our throats any time at 11 ! moment's notice. Dr. Mudd was the cen. | tral figure. He was a fair-haired man ol s i good size and rather prepossessing appeari anee. His one all-absorbing thought was that he was the victim of great injustice, 1 and whenever he could gain a listening ear, y into it he always poured his griefs. He war detailed as general nurse in trie hospital and ,f did good service there, till in an evil day lie a attempted to escape by secreting himself or a board a steamer. Of course he was found - sent back in disgrace, and afterward kepi a in solitary confinement. Arnold was n L. young man, not more than twenty-four oi V twenty-five, handsome, highly educated, re lined and retiring in his manners. He saic I little, never complained, but felt his dis I, grace most keenly. He was kept as a clerl111 flin lirni'ncf TYUIIVIIOI^C orwl innnv y in uiv iiituoiiui o viiivv^ uuu miviij ?. i descriptive or muster roll, in his beautifu ii handwriting, went to Washington. Me hue j the ability, and ought to-day to be taking . good care of himself somewhere. Spangler 1 the stage-carpenter at Ford's theater, was j u jolly German, and to all appearances, as hap py there as mortal mau ever is. How wel s I remember his portly form, bustling abou t at his work, the happiest looting man in tin . fort. Lastly was poor O'Loughlin, an Irish t man, I think a shoemaker by trade. H< . had left a family in Washington, and couk r not bear up under his punishment. H< Z drooped from the day he reached the place ! and died soon after I left. I have to-day i letter from Mudd and one from Arnold r written after I had left the service, asking my aid in procuring some mitigation o s their punishment. While I did not pity t them as I did the more than 150 soldier: s sent there for the most trifling breaches o q military law, 1 can still see how they were . all, perhaps, more unfortunate than criminal g Home of tiie Blue Chase.?Mr. Johr , L. Dunlap has returned from a hunting ex . pedition in Spencer county, Ky. The onlj ^ trophy lie brought back with him was a gi< j. gun tic blue crane, which measured five feei . trnrii fin fn fin nml pviipflv siv fppf. ir 1 "v"* V*I' vw W'I'1 V ? height. Mr. Dunlap tells a very curiouf story of a resort of these cranes. About tw< ^ miles from Taylorsville is an island ir s Say re's creek whose area is perhaps ter r acres. The island is a favorite haunt of thes< ' peculiar birds, who annually resort there foi ' the purpose of rearing their young. Not withstanding the fact that the crane is ( V wading bird it builds its nest, in the tallesi trees it can find. The island is not clearec up, but is covered with gigantic sycamores towering eighty or ninety feet in height ' and the loftiest of these are selected by then I for their nests. One of the trees has twenty ; eight nests upon its topmost branches, anc B another has twelve. The nests are rude i ugly structures, built in a slovenly mannei j of sticks, leaves and twigs, and are guardec jealously by the birds throughout the breed jl The cranes have been in the habit of re sorting to this island for a term of years be ~ yond the memory of the oldest inhabitant + Here they have been left undisturbed unti ^ it has become a royal domain on whicl ? nothing else of the feathered tribe dare in ' trude. The silence of centuries broods ovei I the primeval forests, unbroken save by tin . dapping of their wings, or it may be tin j chance shot of the wandering sportsman , The stream for miles around is frequentec V by Hocks of the birds who here seem to lose at least for a time, their solitary instincts ' and become sociable and gregarious. Thej .j leave annually about the first of September _ returning the 1st of April, and have beer ? doing so for years and years. Their numbei upon the island is almost incredible, and ok citizens of that country say it must be full^ 1,000, perhaps much more.?Louisville Cou rier-Journal. 4 Ancestry.?When Ben Franklin, a grimj f young printer, was carrying his form; l_ through the street one day, he met ayounj s fellow of his own age, the son of an aristo 1 cratic family, who was so poor as to want n p meal. I Franklin offered to find work for him in a 1 neighboring shop, but received the haughty I rebuff: , > "The G 's are not fallen so low as tc i become mechanics!" t When Franklin was Minister to France, e this man died a pauper in the Philadelphia t almshouse. 1 Family pride of another kind was shown f by a sturdy farmer in Congress, who, when s ail attempt was made to buy his vote on a * certain question, replied: "Sir, every out ' of my km in the old graveyard at home > would rise if I should touch that money! f 1 would not dare to do it." t In countries where social rank, estate and 2 title, all solid realities, descend in an un1 broken line, there is some apology for family pride, and even in America it is natural s for a man to take a keen interest in those J whose blood and character he inherits. A* ' long as the knowledge that his ancestors * have been truthful, honest, manly men, J helpers in God's world, makes him more t anxious to be himself honest, independent ? and useful, family pride is a help in his life. I Tint, when. ns is more often the case, we see s a family dawdle weakly through life, un1 willing to engage in trade or honest work, 2 justifying their right to he alive by their far} off kinship to some titled or rich dead man, pride of birth is only a hindrance, and is n 1 vulgar and absurd pretense. lienor and fame from no condition rise, 1 Act well your part, there all the honor lies. t Young Men.?Young man, save that r penny; pick up that pin; let the account s be correct to a farthing, find out what that t ribbon costs before you take it; pay the I half dime your friend handed you to make 1 change with; in a word, be economical, 1 be accurate and know what you are doing; t be honest and then be generous, for all you . have or acquire thus belongs to you by every i rule of right and you may put it to any I good use you please. It is not parsimony t to be economical. It is not small to know 3 the price of the article you are about to 3 purchase, or to remember a little you owe. 3 What if you do meet Bill Pride decked out 3 in a much better suit than yours, the price of which he has not learned yet from the tailor, who laughs at your laded dress, and old fashioned notions of honesty and right? your day will come. Franklin, from a ? penny saving boy, walking in the streets " with a loaf of bread under his arm, became J a companion of kings. Drinking Impure Water.?Seta pitch1 er of iced water in an unoccupied room, and ' in a few hours it will have absorbed nearly , all the perspired gasses in the room, the air ' of which will have become purer, but the - water utterly filth v. This depends upon the 1 fact, that water has the faculty of condens ing an<^ absorbing nearly all the gasses, f which it does without increasing its own ' bulk. The colder the water is, the greater I its capacity to contain these gases. At or dinary temperature a pint of water will 1' contain a pint of carbonic acid gas and sev oral pints of ammonia. Hence, water kept , in a room awhile is unfit for use, and should be often removed, whether- it has become 1 warm or not. That which has stood in a pitcher over night, is not fit for cott'ee' water next morning. Impure water is more injurious to health than impure air, and ' every person should provide means of ob taining fresh, pure water for domestic purt poses.?Dio Lewis. | The Canary Islands, the largest of , which is Teneriffe, are falling into a misera1 ble condition consequent upon the discovery of aniline and tne fabrication of colors from it. For three centuries past Spanish inertness caused these beautiful and richly endowed islands to exist solely upon the i breeding of the cochineal insect, which is ; not able to compete with the much brighter l and cheaper aniline dyes. The islanders have therefore lost their main source of support. Those who have anything left l emigrated to Brazil, frequently leaving i their wives and children to beg and starve. MYRA CLARK GAINES. I see Myra Clark Gaines received a short ' time ago, another decision from the United 1 States Court compelling New Orleans to " levy a tax of $2,000,000 to satisfy her last ' judgment, and that the City Council say ' they will go to jail before they will obey it. ' For the last fifty-eight years this idomitai ble woman has fought for her rights in the ' Courts of the United States. Her case is 5 one of the most remarkable ones on record. [ It involves the title to millions of dollars of ! property in New Orleans, and will probably 1 not be finally settled as long as the city i can legally fight against it. It is now eighty^ two years since Daniel Clark, a handsome 1 polished young man who had been for r some years leading the life of an Indian " trader in Mississippi, came to Philadelphia 1 to spend the winter. Clark was a gay fel* low and took all the pleasures of the then : metropolis of America. In his rounds he } met a French beauty and fell in love with { her. This woman's name was Zulime Char1 rier, and at the time she was living with a ' Frenchman, named La Grange, Clark met > her. Whether she was married to La 1 Grange or not is one of the points in ques" tion. The defendants claim she was his | legal wife. At any rate when Clark met 1 her in 180") she left La Grange and went to 3 live with Clark. The Supreme Court of the " United States has declared that she was 3 privately married to Clark and that she 1 was merely La Grange's mistress. 3 In 180G, seventy-seven years ago, Myra i Clark was born. She was the only child 1 Zuliuie Charrierhad by Daniel Clark. ? At this time Clark sent Zulime to New >. Orleans and acted as a bachelor, lie en 1 gagea mmsen m marriage ana iormeaotlier connections producing other offspring. * He denied the fact that he liad married f Zulime, and when she came back and pushed the case in the Philadelphia Court, she was unable to succeed. She finally took up with a Dr. Gardette and lived with him until he died. But while Clark would have nothing to do with the mother, he took good care of the child. .Myra Clark was well educated by him and was treated by him as a daughter. He went again into the Indian trading at New Orleans and amassed a great fortune. In 1813, just seventy years ago, he died, and a will was produced ; howing that all of his property was left to his mother and the city of New Orleans. Myra Clark, then only seven years old, was apparently penniless and the executors took charge of the estate. When Myra grew up to the age of twenty ' she married a Mr. Wnitney, and then she began to contest the will. She claimed that she was the only legitimate daughter of Daniel Clark, and that his property was hers. The claim was at once Iiotly contested, and Mr. Whitney died before it was tried, ' The widow continued to prosecute the I suit. Shortly afterward she married Gen_ oral Gaines and he entered into the case as warmly as herself. The case was tried at New Orleans. It was lost. It was carried to the Supreme Court at Washington. It was again lost. In 1852 it seemed a hopeless j fight and at this time General Gaines died. But Myra Clark Gaines was not discouraged, and shortly after this time she dis" covered a will executed by her father cer[ tifying that Myra was his only child and j creating her his sole heir. Upon this will " she again went before the Courts in New Orleans. She again lost. She again appealed to the Supreme court at Washington, l i iaai ? i 1 4. anu nere, m iooi, sne uuiumeu a juugmeui confirming this will and giving her the ' property left her by her father and the rents j thereof for the past thirty years. Then the war broke out and justice was again delayed, j Since then she has, I think, received soine. thing from the city, but nothing in compar^ ison with her rights. She is now seventyseven years of age and will be, perhaps, the richest woman in the United States if r she ever comes into the property for which i she has so pluckily fought for a lifetime.? r Washington Letter. l Tiie Baptist Bible.?In 1855 the orthodox Baptists were able to raise more than i a half million dollars to pay for the trans' lation of the Bible which should give to the passages relating to baptism their exact ) meaning as understood by those who contend that complete immersion is essential to , real baptism. Xow-a-days, judging by tinl proceedings of the recent Baptist Convention in Saratoga, the importance of a sepai rate Bible is not thought worth fighting i over, and the American and Foreign Bible t Society, organized years ago to distribute . ; the Bible in which the word baptidzo was ! translated immerse, was voted out of exis! tence by a vote of 400 to 30. Interest in the matterseems to havestrangely waned. Yet i the money and self-sacrificing labor involved in the Baptist translation amazed the world twenty-five years ago. When $500,000 hail 1 been collected for the work of transla! tion, commissioners were sent to all parts > of the world to procure books needed in the i work. It took four or five years to get this , library together at acostol $200,000. It is ! now stored in the basement of a church in ; New York, and consists of 123 volumes of the Church Fathers, 102 copies of the Greek ; and Hebrew Scriptures, 124 ancient versions of the Bible, 398 translations, 891 commen, taries, 293 lexicons and grammars, 223 vol umes of Biblical history and criticisms, 272 , volumes of Greek and Roman history, and , several thousand miscellaneous volumes, ancient and modern, relating to the subject. For years the best scholars in the Church? Drs. Thomas Conant, A. C'. Ivendrick and H. B. Hackett (now dead)?worked without ; ceasing. The first volumes of the new ver; sion were issued in 1860, but since then I there has been constant trouble in getting | the recognized Bible Societies organized for such work to distribute it, the charters of these institutions not allowing them to change their version. For years the cause ; of a Baptist Bible has been losing ground, and the result of the recent Convention was not unexpected. The fine library gathered for the work of translation was send some years ago for $15,000 to t'apt. Morgan, a retired sea captain, who, it is understood, will40ve it to ' some Baptist college. Alcpiiol Scientifically Considered. Medical men who have become enthusiastic I as to the possibilities of alcohol, have often prescribed it. for every condition of exhaustion for a long time. The results are often possible transient good at the expense of propagating a disease more intructible and disastrous than the one they sought to relieve. The frequency of inebriety has brought out a special medical declaration in England, signed by most of the physicians and surgeons, asserting that alcoholic liquids should be prescribed with as much care as any powerful drug. The disease of inebriety may be compared to malaria which having once pervaded the system leavesa peculiar predisposition which only waits a train of exciting causes to spring into activity. Inherited conditions of organism may exist which give direction to weakened functional activities, exploding in inebriety with great certainty. The medical of alcohol to such persons becomes the exciting cause, awakening and fixing conditions that may not break out at once, but sooner or lateV will be manifest. Anaemia, neuralgia and r\ /11/\mo nf *?! > /xtimofiorvi o i?n nffnti /]n_ oUUiU tuuiuuvuo ui incuixiatioiii aiV/ uxivxi uv~ veloped into serious disease by alcohol. The general rule may be laid down, that all cases of physical and mental exhaustion are extremely susceptible of poisoning by alcohol, and liable to take on diseased conditions that are more or less permanent from its use. From the best authority in this | country and in Europe the use of alcohol in | the sick room is attended with great danger j unless judiciously used. The conditions contra-indicating its use are numerous and should be studied carefully where alcohol is 1 thought to be of value. The value of alcohol for a medicine is not assumed beyond all question ; the evidence upon wliichit has been given will not stand the test of analysis or accurate clinical observation.?Medical Examiner.