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f ' lewis m. grist, proprietor, j Sin $nbepenbenf Jjamrlji fjtefospaper: Jfor % ^promotion of % IJoMcal, Social, ^griniltoal anb Commercial Interests of % Houfji. j terms--$2.50 a year, in advance. [ VOL. 31. YOBKYILLE, S. C., THURSDAY, JULY 9, 1885. NO. 28. ?br $10*2 ?ellet. hisXesson. John Reynolds Learned that Money is Not All of Earth. "What is the matter, little woman?" "Only tired, John." * Lina Reynolds looked up as she spoke, to smile bravely into the face bending anxiously over her. "Tired, Lina?" he said, lifting the little figure as he spoke and taking his wife like a child upon his knee. "What have you been doing to tire you?" "Only the day's work. Don't worry, John," for a shade passed over the kindly face. "I don't worry; but I can't see what makes you complain so often of being tired. I am sure the housework ain't much. Other women do it!" There was just a little fretfulness in John's tone, though he did not mean to be unkind. "I know they do. Mrs. Harper has four > children and takes care of them in addition to housework, besides doing piles of sewing. Perhaps, John, it is because I have not had * experience in country work, and don't manage well. I .will learn better after awhile. Now tell me what you did in town." "I did quite well. Sold the whole crop of wheat at a good price, and put another instalment in the bank for the Stanley farm." 1 "Your heart is set on that farm, John."! "Indeed it is! Let rae^once own that clear of debt, and I shall be a happy man. It is the best land in the country, and the house is twice as large as this!" Lina thought of large floors to scrub, more rooms to clean, and additional work of all kinds, and swallowed a little sigh that nearly escaped her. "John," she said rather timidly, "don't you think if you spend part of the money on this house we might be very happy hero ?" "Spend money on this house?" cried the astonished John. "Why, what on earth ails this house ?" "I mean in things for it. Now, the parlor looks so stiff, and is always shut up. I was thinking if we had a pretty'carpet and some curtain of white muslin or lace, and a set of nice furniture, and?and?a piano. ni. TnKn I if T dahIH have n ninnn !" VII) Willi ? 11 A V\/Mtv? ?*WI? V . John Reynolds looked at; his wife as if she had proposed to him to buy up the crown jewels of Russia. "A piano! Do you know what a piano costs ?" "No. Aunt Louise had one, you know, ever since I can remember. But I think if we had a pretty parlor to rest in in the evening, I could play for you and sing. You never heard me play or sing, John." "I have heard you sing, but not lately," said John rather gloomily. "Oh! that was just humming around the house. I mean real singing. I have lots of music in my trunk." "But you are a farmer's wife now, Lina. I thought you understood when we were married that you were not to have city finery and pleasures." "So I did, John. I don't want finery. I don't want any pleasure but your love, John. Don't scowl up your face so. I am '^| silly to think of these things at all. There, kiss me and forget it. I am nicely rested now, and I'll get your tea in ten minutes." John put her down with a very tender kiss, ana straightway fell into a reverie. Lina Reynolds had been a district schoolteacher in Scottfleld just four months when Jihn Reynolds offered her his hand and heart. She was an orphan from infancy, but her father's sister had adopted and educated her in a life of luxury, and died without altering a will made years before, leaving her entire fortune to a charity asylum. Lina, left alone, had thankfully accepted the position of country school teacher procured for her by some friends, and was thinking life a hard burden, when John came to brighten it. She gave her whole gentle little heart into his keeping at once, appre/ ciatingat their full value his honest true heart, his frank nature, his sterling good qualities; and looking with the most profound admiration upon his tall, strong * frame and handsome face. It was a perfect love match, for John fairly .worshipped the dainty, refined little beauty he nad married. And, having married her, he took her to his home and, in all innocence, proceeded to kill her. There was no blame to be laid upon him. Living in the old farmhouse where he had spent his entire life, the one ambition of his heart was to own land, stock, barns and a model farm. He had seen his mother cook, churn, feed poultry, ana uruuge an ner me; an tne women he knew did the same: and if Lina made odd mistakes she put a willing heart into her Avork and soon conquered difficulties. Surely he thought, it was an easier life to be mistress of his home, with the Stanley farm in prospect, than to toil over stupid children in a district school. He had never seen velvet carpets and lace curtains, grand pianos, dainty silks, and other surroundings that were Lina's from babyhood. He had never heard the wonderful music the little white hands, all rough and scarred now, could draw from the ivory keys of an organ or piano, or the clear, pure voice in song. It was an unknown world to John where his wife's memory lingered as she pans strained milk, and cooked huge dishes of food for the farm hands. He would have thought it waste, if not positive insanity, to draw from the bank his hardearned savings to invest them in beautifyiug His plain, comfortable home. And Lina lashed her conscience sharply, telling herself she was ungrateful, repining and wicked. Was not John tender, true and loving? Where among city friends was there a heart like his? Had she not known he was only a farmer? And so the loving little woman had toiled and slaved, undertook tasks far beyond her strength, worked early and late, until, just one year after his wedding day, John Reynolds, coming home to his tea, found lying upon the kitchen floor a little senseless figure, with a face like death, and hands that sent a chill to his very heart. The doctor, hastily summoned, looked grave, and advised perfect quiet and rest. A girl was hired, and John tenderly nursed the invalid, but though she grew better, she was still pale and weak. , "Take her away awhile," said the doctor. "Try change of air. She is overworked," "But," said honest, puzzled John, "she does nothing but the housework for us two. She has no child, and our sewing is not much." The doctor looked into the troubled face. "You area good man, John Reynolds,and a strong one," he said; "will you let me tell you a few truths!" "Yes. About Lina?" "About Lina. You remember, do you not, the tiny antelope you admired so much in the menagerie we had here last summer ?" "Certainly," said John, looking more puzzled than ever. "Suppose you had bought that little creature and yoked it with one of your oxen to 4 a. cart to do the same work?" "I'd been a fool," cried John; "that little thing couldn't work. It was just made pretty to look at and play with." "That's it, John. Now, 1 don't think God ever made a woman to look pretty a^d play, but he made some for the rough work of this world and some for the dainty places, some to cook and scrub, and some to draw men's souls to heaven by gentle loveliness. Your wife is one of the latter. If you were a poor man I would have kept iny tongue, but you are a rich one. Give your wife a servant; let her have books, music, pretty things around her. Let her rest from toil, and you may keep her by your side, l'ut her back in her old place and you may order her tombstone, for she will soon need it. Don't put your antelope beside your oxen, John." "Iwillnot! Thank you! I understand, Poor loving, patient heart!" "That's right! Take her now for a little pleasure trip, and get back her roses." Lina clapped her hands when John asked her if she would like to spend a week in New York, and really seemed to draw in new life from the idea. It was delicious fun to see. John's widd>open eyes as they entered the parlor of the great city hotel and were shown into the bed-room, whose beauties were quite as bewildering. "The best room," he had told the landlord, and Lina could not repress a cry of delight at the vista of a cosy sitting-room with a piano standing invitingly open. "Oh, John!" she said, won't you go in there and shut the door for five minutes, [ please?" John obeyed, of course. John, she thought, gratefully refused her nothing now. "How lucky I brought some of my old dresses !" Lina thought. "I have not worn them since I was a school-marm. Fancy Mrs. Reynolds scrubbing the floor in this dress!" John rubbed his eyes and pinched himself as a little figure sailed into the sitting room, made him a sweeping courtesy and went to the piano. Wac that the little woman that, had worn prints and sun-bonnets so long? The fair hair was fashionably dressed, and bands of blue velvet looped the golden curls. A dress of blue silk, with softest lace trimmings and ornaments of pearls, had certainly made a fine lady of Lina. The piano was yielding most bewitching tones to skilled little finj gers, and John's bewilderment was complete when a voice of exquiste sweetness, though not powerful, began to sing. Only one song, full of trills and quavers, and then Lina rushed from the piano into John's arms. "John, darling," she said, "hold me fast. Don't let me slip from you!" "O, Lina," he groaned, "I was not fit to marry such a dainty bird! But I loved you, little one." "And I love you, John; rough, old John! Let me sing again. I am very happy today, my husband." But no wonderful trills filled the little room now. In a clear, pure voice, full of expression, Lina sang: "I know that my Redeemer liveth." Every word fell like hot tears on poor John's heart, until as the last chord trembled upon the air, Lina turned to him, stretching out her arms: "Take me in your arms, John." He took her tenderly to the room she had quitted so gaily, and she replaced her finery by a white wrapper, whose lace trimmings looked like fairy work to his unaccustomed eyes. "Are you tired, love?" he asked, with a ? ??? ? ^ U*n V? nnwi- Vwv I great; spasm Ul IWIUI tti/ mo ucai t, aa 11^ looked at the white, wasted face. "Yes, very, very tired, but happy, John !" and with a little sigh of entire content, Lina nestled down against the warm heart whose every throb she knew was all her own. The white lids fell softly over the violet eyes, and she slept peacefully as a child. Softly t^s she rested, the faint pink flush gathered on her fair cheek and a smile crept over her lips, while John, bending over her, lifted his heart in earnest prayer for the life that made his own so bright. Mrs. Reynolds was to experience her share of astonishment during her holiday and it commenced by the apparition of John the next day in a suit of handsome clothes that well became his manly figure. There was no foppery, but he looked a gentleman, though he made more than one grimace before he got, as he said, "well shaken into store clothes." Can I describe that week? What was new to John, was old familiar ground to Lina. Central Park was not soon exhausted, and the little guide grew stronger and rosier every day in John's thoughtful care, that provided plenty of pleasant excitement, but guarded against fatigue. It was early in the afternoon of a sunny day, when the train drew up at Seottflela station and John handed his wondering wife into a neat little one-horse carriage waiting for them. "Anew Durchase. dear!" he explained. "We are to*have a drive every afternoon. Dr. Greyson prescribed it." The house was where it had always been, but Lina rubbed her eyes and wondered if she had been suddenly carried into fairyland. The dull little sitting-room had been papered, carpeted, curtained, and transformed intoacosey dining-room. The stiff parlor was a very bower of beauty, with a fine piano, the daintiest of furniture, soft muslin curtains, and a carpet covered with bouquets of exquisite flowers; the bed-rooms were carpeted brightly, and rejoiced in cottage sets, and in the kitchen the most good-natured of stout German girls fairly shed tears When Lina addressed her in her own language. "But, John!" she cried, "the Stanley farm ?" "Is sold, dear. You were right; we will make this home so lovely the Stanley farm will never cost me a sigh. Dr. Greyson and his wife toook all the trouble here, and J I have hired two new hands, so as to have j a little more leisure." "But John," the little wife said earnestly, j "I do not want you to think I am a fine j lady, a doll to wear fine clothes, and live in I idleness. I want to be truly a helpmeet to i you." "So you will be, Lina. God meant no one to be a drone in the busy hive of the world. You are not strong, but you will | find plenty to keep you busy in superin- j tending in-door arrangements and directing j Gretchen. And in our drives, love, we i will see if we cannot find some one poorer \ than ourselves to comfort and aid. That i will be my thank-offering for your life, my I little wife." The neighbors stared and wondered. | Comments upon John's folly and improvi- J dence fell from many lips, and old men, i shaking their heads, prophesied ruin for the I Reynolds farm. But John was as much astonished as any of them, when, after a few years, he found the farm yielding him a larger income than ever before. "I do believe, Lina," he said one day, to a matronly little woman, who was dressing a crowing baby, "that your flower-garden ! last year was worth a thousand dollars to me." "John!" "You see it was to get you the information about flowers that we first began to subscribe to The Agriculturist; there 1 found so many hints that I began to think I knew nothing about farming. One book after another crept into the house, and the time I thought would be wasted, taken from farm-work, was spent in reading. Now look at the labor-saving machines I have bought! See the new stock ! My orchard is going to be the best in the country too." "And my noultry-yard, John! It was the papers ana magazines that first gave me the idea of a model poultry-yard. What fun we had, John, getting it started !" "Yes, indeed. That New York trip was the best investment I ever made, Lina. I saw so many things there that I recognized as old friends when I met them again in print?the thrashing machine the rotary narrow, the improved plow." "And," said Mrs. Reynolds, mischievous I ly, "the 31Hton watcn, trie sewing-macnine, the corals lor Johnnie!" "Come, are you ready for your drive!" "As soon as I put on my hat and get the ! basket of things for Mrs. Goodwin." "It beats me, John," said his uncle, one bright day, "where you find so much money for tomfoolery, newfangled nonsense, and fallal for Lina, and yet give so much in charity. I thought you were crazy to buy the Stanley farm." "I was once, but I have something better now than the Stanley farm. I have learned how to manage my antelope." "What ?" But to this day John has never explained that riddle to his puzzled relative.?Ixulies' Home Journal. ^HiscfUiittfous fleailittg. THE JOHN BROWN RAID. THE INS VR RECTI ON A It Y ATTACK AT HARPER'S FERRY. The Fight at the Engine House, as seen by one of His Prisoners. * From, the Century. As to John Brown and his appearance at Harper's Ferry, probably there is no one now living who can tell more of that affair than myself, as I then lived at Harper's Ferry, and was a prisoner of Brown's until rescued by Gen. Robert E. Lee, then Colonel in the United States Army. Prior to Brown's sudden appearance at the Ferry, there had been seen by the neighbors small squads of men with picks and spades moving about the mountain-sides, makingsmall excavations here and there, pretending to be looking for gold, of which they declared the mountains were full. They went repeatedly to the small property-owners, trying to buy land until all the neighborhood was much excited, and they had succeeded in diverting the minds of the people from their real object. These men had rented a house near the Ferry, where they were seen in small parties, but never in such large numbers as to excite suspicion. Some of them often came to the Ferry, but they excited no suspicion, as strangers were always there viewing the scenery and government works. Brown himself was said to have been seen there often, but I do not recollect meeting him, and feel sure his appearance would have made an impression on me. vv nen nis pians were matured, oy the aid of one Cook, who was a citizen of the town, he determined to make his invasion to release the negroes of Virginia from servitude. His descent upon the town was in this wise: On Sunday night, October 16th, 1859, about twelve or one o'clock, the gate-keeper of the bridge over the Potomac leading into Maryland was startled by the steady tramp ot many men approaching the gate, having with them wagons, who, upon reaching the gate, ordered it to be opened to them. This the gate-keeper refused to do, saying they were strangers. They, however, while parleying with him, seized him and, presenting a pistol at his head, compelled him to be silent. They then wrenched off the locks and came over, he thinks about sixty strong, though he was evidently frightened and could not speak with accuracy. Upon getting over, the first building taken possession of was the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, then in charge of a very trusty negro, who slept in the building. Upon Brown's men demanding admittance, he refused to let them come in, saying he was in charge, and his instructions were to let no one in at night. He was then shot down, a negro faithful to his trust being the first victim of those whose mission it was to free the African race from bondage. n- 4. a. i _ .1 ?^ j.i i Drown s party next proceeueu to tne nutel, rapped up the landlord, put him under arrest, and placed guards at the doors, so that no one could go out or come in. All this was in perfect quiet at dead of night. They went next to place guards at the arsenal and armories, and fix their pickets at all the streets, s^ .hat no one could come or go who was not at once picked up and placed with an armed guard over him and compelled to be silent. Next they divided their force, sending Cook with some men to seize Col. Washington and other slaveholders. These gentlemen Brown's party waked from sleep and compelled to go with them as prisoners, at the same time taking all the slaves they could find, carriages, horses, etc. With the prisoners and property they had collected they returned to Harper's Ferry before daylight, and thence across the bridge into Maryland and Pennsylvania. The gentlemen arrested were left as prisoners with John Brown. This seems to have been the programme for the night; now as to my introduction to John Brown, and what occurred afterwards. About daylight one of my servants came to my room door and told me "there was war in the street." I, of course, got up at once, dressed, and went out, iny dwelling being immediately on the street. Upon looking round I saw nothing exciting. The only person in view was a man from the country, who was riding rapidly, and I supposed he had lost some of his negroes, who had been stopped at the bridge and made fight. I walked towards my office, then just within the army enclosure, and not more than a hundred yards from my dwelling. As I proceeded I saw a man coming out of an alley near me, then another, and another, all coming towards me. When they came up to me I inquired what all this meant; they said nothing, only they had taken possession of the government works. I told them they talked like crazy men. They answered, "Not so crazy as you think, as you will soon see." Up to this time I had not seen any arms; presently, however, the men threw back the short cloaks they wore, and displayed Sharpe's rifles, pistols and knives. Seeing these and fearing something serious was going on, I told the men I believed I would return to my quarters. They at once cocked their guns, and told me I was a prisoner. This surprised me, of course, but I could do nothing, being entirely unarmed. I talked with them a little time longer, and again essayed to return to my house; but one of the men stepped before me, presented his gun, and told me if I moved I would be shot down. I then asked them what they intended to do with me. They said I was in no personal danger ; they only wanted to carry me to their captain, John Smith. I asked where Capt. Smith was. They answered, "Atthe guard-house, inside of the armory inclosure." I told them I would go there, as that was the point for which I tirst started. My office was at this place, and I felt uneasy lest the vault might have been broken open. Upon reaching the gate I saw what indeed, looked like war?negroes armed with pikes, and sentinels with muskets all around. When I reached the gate I was turned over to "Captain Smith." He called me by name, and asked if I knew Col. Washington and others, mentioning familiar names. J said I did, and he then said, "Sir, you will find them there," motioning me towards the engine room. We were not kept closely confined, but ' were allowed to converse with him. I asked him what his object was ; he replied, "To ! free the negroes of Virginia." He added that he was prepared to do it, and by twelve o'clock would have fifteen hundred men with him, ready armed. Up to this time the citizens had hardly begun to move ; about, and knew nothing of the raid. When they learned what was going on, some came out armed with old shot guns, and were themselves shot by concealed men. All the stores, as well as the arsenal, were in the hands of Brown's men, and it was impossible to get either arms orammunifirm fhoro Itointr li cirri l\r o n\r ururuta owned by citizens. At last, however, a few weapons were obtained, and a body of citi' zens crossed the river and advanced from the Maryland side. They made a vigorous ! attack, and in a few minutes caused all the invaders who were not killed to retreat to Brown, inside of the armory gate. Then he entered the engine house, carrying his prisoners along, or rather part of them, as lie made selections among them. After getting into the engine house with his men, he made this speech: Gentlemen, perhaps you wonder why I have selected : you from the others. It is because I believe you to be the most influential, and I have only to say now that you will have to share precisely the same fate that your friends : extend to my men." lie began at once to bar the doors and windows, and to cut port holes through the brick wall. J Then commenced a terrible firing from without, from every point from which the j windows could be seen, and in a few min! utes every window was shattered, and hun1 (ireds of balls came through the doors. These shots were answered from within whenever the attacking party could be seen. This was kept up most of the day, and strange to say no prisoner was hurt, though thousands of balls were imbedded in the walls and holes shot in the doors large enough for a man to creep through. At night the firing ceased, for we were in total darkness, and nothing could be seen in the engine house. During the day and night I talked much with John Brown and found him as brave as a man could be, and sensible upon all subjects except slavery. Upon that question he was a religious fanatic, and believed it was his duty to free the slaves, even if in doing so he lost his own life. During a sharp fight one of Brown's sons was killed. He fell; then trying to raise himself, he said, "It is all over with me," and died instantly. Brown did not leave his post at the port hole, but when the fighting ceased he walked to his son's body, straightened out his limbs, took off his trappings and then turning to .me, said, "This is the third son I have lost in this cause." Another son had been shot in the morning and was then dying having been- brought in from the street. While Brown was a murderer, yet I was constrained to think that he was not a vicious man, but was crazed upon the subject of slavery. Often during the affair in the engine house, when his men went to fire upon some one who might be seen passing, Brown would stop them, saying, "Don't shoot; that man is unarmed." The firing was kept up by our men all day and until late at night, and during this time several of his men were killed; but as I said before none of the prisoners were hurt, though in great danger. During tne day and night many propositions pro and con were made, looking to Brown's surrender and the release of the prisoners, but without result. When Col. Lee came with the government troops, at 1 o'clock at night, he at once sent a flag of truce by his aide, J. E. B. Stewart, to notify Brown of his arrival, and in the name of the United States to demand his surrender, advising him to throw himself upon the clemency of the Government. Brown declined to accept Col. Lee's terms and determined to await the attack. When Stewart was admitted, and a light brought, he exclaimed, "What, aren't you old Ossawatemie Brown, of Kansas, whom I once held there as my prisoner ?" "Yes," was the answer, "but you did not keep me." This was the first intimation he had as to John Brown's true name. He had been engaged in the Kansas border war, and had come from there to Harper's Ferry. When Col. Lee advised Brown to trust to the clemency of the Government, he responded that he knew what that meant,?a rope for his men and himself,?adding, "I prefer to die just here." Stewart told him he would return at early morning for his final reply, and left him. When he had gone, Brown at once proceeded to barricade the doors, windows, 1 etc., endeavoring to make the place as strong as possible. During all this time not one of Brown's men showed the slightest fear, but calmly awaited the attack, selecting the best situations to fire from upon the attacking party, and arranging their guns and pistols so that a fresh one could be taken up as soon as one was discharged. During the night I had a long talk with Brown, and told him that he and his men were committing treason against the State and the United States. Two of his men, hearing the conversation, said to him, "Are we committing treason against our country by being here ?" Brown answered, "Certainly." Both said, "If that is so we do not want to fight any more. We thought we came to liberate the slaves, and did not know that was committing treason." Both of these men were killed in the attack on the engine house when Brown was taken. When Lieut. Stewart came in the morning for the final reply to demand the surrender, I got up and went to Brown's side to hear his answer. Stewart asked, "Are you ready to surrender and trust to the mercy of the Government?" Brown aswered promptly, "No, I prefer to die here." His manner did not betray the least fear. Stewart stepped aside and made the signal for the attack, which was instantly begun with sledge-hammers to break down the door. Finding it would not yield, the soldiers seized a ladder for a battering ram, and commenced beating the door with that. I had assisted in the barricading, fixing the fastenings so that I could remove them upon the tirst effort to get in. But I was not at the door when the battering began, and could not get to the fastenings until the ladder was used. I then quickly removed the fastenings, and after two or three strokes of the ladder the engine rolled partially back, making a small apperture, through which Lieut. Greene of the marines forced himself, jumped on top of the engine, and stood a second in the midst of a shower of balls, looking for John Brown. When he saw Brown he sprang about twelve feet at him, and gave an under-thrust^ of his sword, uffiL-ino- him iihrmf midwfiv in the bodvand raising him completely from the ground. Brown fell forward with his head between his knees, and Green struck him several times over the head, and, as I then supposed, split his skull at every stroke. I was not two feet from Brown at that time. Of course I got out of the building as soon as possible, and did not know till some time later that Brown was not killed. It seems that in making his thrust Green's sword struck Brown's belt and did not penetrate the body. The sword was bent double. The reason that Brown was not killed when struck on the head was that Green was holding his sword in the middle, striking with the hilt and making only scalp wounds. When Gov. Wise came and was examining Brown, I heard the questions and answers ; and no lawyer could have used more careful reserve, while at the same time he showed no disrespect. Gov. Wise was astonished at the answers he received from Brown. After some controversy between the United States and the State of Virginia as to which had jurisdiction over the prisoners, Brown was carried to the Charlestown jail, and, after a fair trial, was hanged. Of course I was a witness at the trial, and must say that I have never seen any man display more courage and fortitude than John Brown showed under the trying circumstances in which he was placed. I could not go to see him hanged. He had made me a prisoner, but had spared my life and that of other gentlemen in his power ; and when his sons were shot down besjde him, almost any other man similarly cifnof/url ti'/Milsl of loocjf vor?ff-*rl lift* for life. Joiix E. P. Dainokhkikld. Cultukk and 11 ai'pixess.?No w life is not only what we make it, but it is, very largely, what we think it is. If we hold before ourselves constantly some dreary "might have beenif we think it is, in some unexplainable way, finer and more exalted to set ourselves to a minor key of some miserere, we may become in reality very unhappy. There is no law, unfortunately against people making themselves unhappy. There is 110 law, unfortunately, against people's making themselves wretched. Schopenhaue's theory is that culture makes for unhappiness; that the more cultivated is an individual the more sensitive is he to physical discomfort or mental troubles, and that he is thereby a being formed | to be jarred upon at every turn. It is very [ possible that the old adage about a little 1 learning applies to this case. A superficial culture doubtless increases one's sensibilities in various ways without producing a corresponding increase of resources; but the deeper culture supplies these and enables its possessor to bear a thousand trials or to discover means to surmount them as maybe, of which the more ignorant individual would never have dreamed.?Jioston Traveler. t&f* One cannot always be a hero, but one can always he a man. NUGGET HUNTING. PERSISTENCY AND LUCK-EACH HAS ITS SHARE IN THE SUCCESS. An old miner who followed the gold excitement in its devious wanderings in Australia, California, Mexico, and British Columbia, related to a Call reporter a few days ago several instances of lucky discoveries: "A nugget country that nas been only partially worked is just as good a field as virgin soil," continued the miner. "The spots that have not been touched may be the very nests of the precious metal. It is dangerous to leave a single foot of ground unworked. The fortune of a lifetime might thus be passed and lost forever. There are many instances of just such cases. There was a poor shiftless fellow, with a wife in rags and children in squalor. The whole family used to go into tne diggings together and shift about till they had got enough to buy something toeat. They keptsinking lower and lower. But one day they straggled into the diggings, not having energy to push on abreast of the workers. They fell to picking a little pillar that had been left standing in the midst of the diggings, all about it having been worked. I do not think it could have been more than three feet across, certainly not more than six. It was a spot that had been neglected as the diggers pushed their drifts ahead. The sminlifl fumilv hpran work on this solitarv j v pillar; all they hoped for was for a few grains to feed them for the day. As the man continued listlessly, the sunlight was caught up by a speck in the pillar that glistened and flashed. The eyes of the poor fellow saw it; he thought his work for the day was done. He knelt down to clean away the dirt from the bright spot. As he did so the shining metal grew to larger proportions. Immediately the whole family was around it in eager haste to uncover it. The further they cleared away the soil about it the further it seemed to recede. After working two hours with growing astonishment they saw the full outline of their prize?one of the largest lumps of gold ever found. That was theluckiest nnd ever made. "The Mount Moliagul nugget was found in a most peculiar place," resumed the miner. "There was an unusually rich diggings in the vicinity of Mount Moliagul, Victoria, that made a hundred men rich. It had been thoroughly worked in every direction, and it was thought that every grain of gold in the neighborhood had been collected. The crowd that once made the camp a busy scene of life disolved as quickly as it had collected, leaving the shanties to the mercy of the weather, which soon made them a picturesque ruin. Off toward the east there was a solitary tree stump, standing on a pillar of earth that had not been cut away by the gold hunters because of the old roots of the tree that spread through the soil. It was not more than ten feet in circumference that had been left by the diggers. One day two miners came to the deserted camp, and stopped over night on the sight of tne old camp. The stump struck one of them as a singular feature of the old diggings, and being a skillful miner, he knew that one part of a nuggety country was as likely to hide the precious metal as another. It occurred to him that the ground under the stump was as likely to prove rich as the portions of the neighboring field that had yielded so much gold. He resolved to work the little mound the next day. His companion, however, was anxious to be off to the latest diggings, where the excitement was at the highest pitch. But the first miner, who had resolved to explore the solitary patch of the deserted diggings, persuaded his partner and together tney set to work on the old stump. They began by undermining one side of the stump, but before they had dug in three feet they discovered an enormous nugget, one of the most valuable that had been discovered in the whole diggings. They continued their iabors and uprooted the stump, but did not find another grain of gold." I Sam Patch's Last Leap.?A correspondent of the Cincinnati Commercial Gazette', who describes himself as an eye witness of Sam Patch's last two jumps, writes as follows: "Sam Patch, the famous cata-| ract leaper, who asserted that 'some things could be done as well as others," took his 'Final, eternal and life's fatal leap,' as a local poet expressed it at the time, on a gloomy day in November in the year 1829. He had 'jumped' the Genesee Falls at Rochester, their natural height, one week before, and was induced by the gamblers and roughs who were grooming and man-1 aging and living off him to repeat the feat on the fatal occasion. They erected a sort of scaffold on the jutting rock whence he had taken his departure on the previous occasion, making it 25 feet above the rock, or 120 feet in all from the scaffold floor to the surface of the river at the foot of the falls. Ascending to the scaffold with some difficulty, considerably inebriated, and by a steep ladder, the unfortunate demonstrator straightened up with a jerk, bowed awkwardly on all sides to the witnessing thousands, then pushed a pet bear off he had with him, and instantly leaped forward i himself. His person 'canted over' on the leftside, and struck the water forcibly, no , doubt bruising him and forcing the breath from his body. Nothing more was seen of him till the next March, when his corpse was discovered among some bushes at the mouth of the river, seven miles below, very much mutilated, but recognizable by a handkerchief tied around the bod v. Patch, vowl.ormc af ! 1 IJ II 1 I Ull 1I1U OVilUVil^l Jf UiU'Ul IJ1U 14V Patterson, N. J., was a special leaper for 20 years or more, jumped from amazing heights at Niagara thrice before he tried the Genessee rapids, and challenged the inspection of admiring thousands to the realities of his feats. If yet living he would be about 90 years of age, but who knows if he had not tackled John Alcohol, his bear, and a great leap at one and the same time he might not be jumping yet?" Closing Doous.?Any one recovering from a severe fit of illness, with overstrained or shattered nerves, that respond instantly to any sudden noise, will .appreciate the following from an exchange: "Doors are what we have to deal with all our lives, and yet nineteen people out of every twenty make a noise closing every door they go through. Physicians have not yet learned that they disturb the patient they are trying to quiet by closing the door noisily when they enter or leave the house or room. It is perfectly easy to close a door quietly, yet few people make it a practice to do so until some one in the house is ill, and even then it is often forr*s\4-4-r\*y thof fr*t? onrl 11IU I'dllVIll I.IIUV 1UI U? J U ?liu j nights has been ill and has had no rest is finally relieved from pain, and is quietly sleeping. If there is nothing to disturb him, some hours of refreshing sleep may be expected, giving the rest and strength so much needed; but some one, forgetful of the needed carefulness, closes the door with a slam, and the patient starts with every nerve quivering, not only losing the muchneeded sleep, but having to suffer from a sudden awakening, so hard for a weak person to bear. If people would practice and teach care in closing doors, until it became their habit to do so, no one need suffer from this one of the unnecessary noises." Powers of the Coca Leaf.?The coca leaf of South America has the power to appease hunger and thirst, and is, therefore, largely used by the natives of Peru in their mountain travels. A physician suggests that this property of coca is due to its anesthetic effect upon the nerves of the mouth, throat and stomach, which nerves are drugged, lulled or put to sleep by the influence of coca. Thus, coca is not a substitute for food, does not supply nourishment, and those addicted to its use become emaciated, narcotized and generally broken down in health. Men sometimes remark if they have got to go without a meal or tobacco, they would prefer the "chaw" of tobacco. This also, probably has something of the same power as coca to obtund the sense of hunger, and its effects in the long run are equally disastrous.?//mW/ Monthly. 1 The Manners of Bovs.?Boys at a certain transitory age are apt to be awkward. Outdoor exercise and sports do much to make them strong and straight; yet it is very common among those who growing fast (especially if they read or study a good deal), to find the head thrust forward, the shoulders round and stooping, and a slouching, ungraceful carriage. Until these things are corrected, no boy can be thoroughly strong and vigorous. Biting the nails is one of the most annoying habits, and yet one which almost any boy will fall into unless his mother "nips it in the bud." Not only is it almost unendurable for a nervous person to sit in the room with one of these nail-biting boys, butthe young man's hands are injured in appearance, and, if the habit be continued to excess, they will become almost deformed. In these days of professional manicures, mothers ought at least to see that there are no ragged nails and raw fingers among their children. A habit of snuffing, or scraping the throat, of tapping the floor with the foot, or table with the knuckles comes on gradually, but, once fixed is exceedingly difficult to overcome. "Eternal vigilance" should be a mother's f/\w f ?*nA coorot nf nurlnor waivmyuiU) iui vuo u ug atuut v/i \.unug 1 bad habits is in never allowing them to be formed. The "ounce of prevention is worth more than the "pound of cure." I would not take away anything of boyishness or naturalness. A real boy is worth half a dozen fops or dudes. But I do not see why boys should not be as graceful and wellmannered as their sisters; why they cannot sit down at a table without hitting it and jarring the dishes as well as the tempers of the whole family; why they cannot eat slowly and noiselessly; why they cannot cross a room without stumbling against the furniture ; or close a door without slamming it; or sit quietly while reading or listening. It -should be perfectly natural for a boy to lift his hat to his mother or sister when he meets them on the street; to rise from a comfortable chair when older persons enter the room; to entertain a visitor when the rest of the household is occupied. Do you say it is too much lor a boy to think of all these things? If the mother has trained him from babyhood constantly and carefully, he will do them without thinking. Good manners are a growth, and boyhood is the time, and home the place in which they should grow. Beading Everything.?"He has read everything," is a remark frequently made when a scholarly man is under discussion. How absurd such a statement is will appear when the fact is mentioned that in the Congressional library at Washington there are over 600,000 volumes. If they were placed side by side they would fill a shelf fifty miles long. If a man started to read this collection at the rate of one volume a day, it would take him 1,650 years to get through. And while the man would be at work on thia tract lihrortr tho nrintnru wnillfl ho turn ing out more tfian 15,000 new books a year. From these figures it will be seen that it is idle to think of reading everything, or even to read all the best books. The greatest readers among 'our distinguished men have had their favorite books which they read and reread. Certain books in our language are called classics. They are models of style and full of ideas and illustrations. Modern writers go to these old authors and get lumps of solid gold which they proceed to beat out very thin. Why should we take the gold leaf article when we can go to the original mines and get solid nuggets ? The old novels are the best. The old poets have not been equalled. Too many of our new books are written hastily to sell. They are of an inferior quality and cannot profit us in any way. A man, therefore, need not be ashamed to say that he has not read the last new book. When forty new books appear every day it is impossi-1 ble to read them all.?Atlanta Constitution. Sound of a Battle.?The incident connected with the fight between the iron clads in Hampton Roads, Virginia, related by General Colston, where the power of the wind was sufficient to carry all sounds of the conflict away from the people standing in plain sight of it recalls several similar instances that came within my own experience, said an officer, while serving with an army operating along the seacoast of the Southern States during the war. At the bombardment of the Confederate works at Port Royal, South Carolina, in November, 1861, the transport my regiment was on lay near enough in shore to give us a fine view of the whole battle; but only in some temporary lull of the wind we heard the faintest sound of the firing. The day was a pleasant one and the wind did not appear to be unusually strong; but I noticed then and afterward that a breeze on the coast down that way was very different from the erratic ' " ' t 1 x. ? ? XT gusts ana naws 1 nave oeen useu to in i>ew England States, the whole atmosphere seeming to move in a body, giving sound no chance to travel against it, but carrying it immense distances to the leeward. People living at St. Augustine, Florida, told me afterward that the Port Royal cannonade was heard at that place, 150 miles from where the fight took place. A portion of the siege batteries at Morris Island, S. C., were not more than two miles from our camp, but at times the firing from them and the enemy's replies could only be heard very faintly even at that short distance, while at others, when the wind blew from the opposite direction, the sounds were as sharp and distinct as if the battle were taking place within a few rods of us. ? ? ? How He got Even with tiie Town.? Edmund Dorr was an oddity who lived in the suburbs of Hallo well, Me., half a century ago. On the 14th day of February he jogged into town on his horse sled and was arrested for violating a city ordinance requiring all sleighs to have bells attached. Dorr was arraigned before a Justice of the Peace and fined. He paid his fine, but swore he would have revenge. And on every 14th day of February for twelve years, says a writer in the Hallowell Register , Dorr made an annual visit to Hallowell, seated in an ancient cutter and driving a ringboned mare, to whose harness nearly two hundred jangling bells of all sizes and degrees of discord were fastened. There were sleigh bells and cow bells and dinner bells and all sorts of bellson the rigging and the old man made as much commotion as if he had been a full brass band. He repeated this performance annually till he died, and took a grim satisfaction in thus squaring his account with the city that had fined him. Telephones.?To make a good and serviceable telephone, good from one farm house to another, only requires enough wire and two cigar boxes, and make a hole about half an inch in diameter in the cent nf tho of psiph. nnd then nlace | one in each of the houses you wish to connect; then get five pounds of common iron stove-pipe wire and make a loop in one end, and put it through the hole of your cigar box and fasten it with a nail; and draw it tight to the other box, supporting it when necessary with a stout cord. You can easily run your line into the house by boring a hole through the glass. Support your boxes with slats nailed across the window and your telephone is complete. The writer has one that is two hundred yards long and cost forty-five cents, that will carry music when the organ is played thirty feet away in another room. Use of fire in the preparation of food is peculiar to man, who has been called the "cooking animal." A few of the sirictly herbivorous and carniverous animals have shown a capacity for changing their diet. Thus, the horse and cow may be brought to eat fish and flesh; the sea birds can bo habituated to grain ; cats are fond of aligator pears, and dogs take naturally to plantain. Certain animals, in passing from the young to the mature state, make a remarkable change of food ; thus the tadpole feeds upon vegetable matter, but when it becomes a frog it lives on insects. Men are like wagons?they rattle prodigiously when there is nothing in them. THE "SEVENTEEN YEAR" LOCUSTS. PROFESSOR RILEY EXPLAINS TJIEIR COMING. Prof. Riley, the entomologist of the deEartment of agriculture, has just published is promised pamphlet on the periodical cicada, or the "seventeen year locust," as it is often erroneously called, and the thirteen year race of cicada. The professor says they are not locusts. The lirst appearance of the seventeen year brood, he says, was recorded as long ago as 1633. That brood and the thirteen year brood sometimes occur in the same State, yet, in general terms, the seventeen year broods may be said to belong to the northern and the thirteen year broods to the southern States. Professor Riley states that he published the discovery of the thirteen year brood in 1868, and, four months later,"he was gratified to find that Dr. Gideon B. Smith, of Baltimore, had made the same discovery, though he had never given it to the world. It so happened that one of the largest seventeen year broods, together with one of the largest thirteen year broods j appeared simultaneously in the summer of 18133. ?ucn an event, nowever, so iar as regards these two particular broods, had not taken place since the year 1G47, nor will it take place again till the year 2089. There are absolutely no perceptible specific differences between the two broods other than in the time of maturing ; but while the insects forming these two classes of broods are not specifically distinct, they are good and distinct races, which do not cross. The larva? of the cicada are often fou nd at a great depth. One case is reported where they had been found at the depth of ten feet. Eggsare deposited more generally in oaks and hickories, though they are found in all deciduous trees. The eggs hatch about six weeks after they are deposited. In regard to the injury which cicadas cause, the professor cites a report where they are said to have killed Eear trees, but he also quotes from the late >r. Smith, of Baltimore, as follows: "The larva? obtains its food from the small vegetable radicles that everywhere pervade the fertile earth. It takes its food from the surface of these roots, consistingof the moist exudation (like animal perspiration), for which purpose its rostrum or snout is provided with three exceedingly delicate capillaries, or hairs which project from the tip of the snout and sweep over the surface, gathering up the minute drops of moisture. This is its only food." Professor Riley adds that the truth of the matter seemsto be that, while they do puncture and receive nourishment from the roots of trees, they rarely, if ever, produce in this way any serious injury. JOHN B. STALLO. Ohio seems to be a most favored State as far as Federal patronage goes. During the Republican regime she always obtained the lion's share of the appointments, and under the new regime she is almost as fortunate, notwithstanding the fact that she went for Blaine. The appointment of John B. Stallo to the Italian mission, however, is one which is equally acceptable to the better classes of both parties. The post of Minister to Italy is one of the most important that the President has at his disposal, and one which mnst be filled by the best representative obtainable. Mr. Kirby, now Envoy Extraordinary to Austria, was the first to be mentioned for the Italian mission, but for some unexplainable reason, he was unacceptable to the King of Italy and his appointment was recalled, and he was given the Austrian portfolio. John B. Stallo, who received the final appointment to Rome, is a resident of Cincinnati, and is in his sixtysecond year. He was born in Germany and there received the advantages of a most thorough education. Coming to America, he found employment as a teacher of Latin and Greek, and also gave instructions in mathematics at the St. Saviours College, at Cincinnati. He studied law during the intervals of his employment, and going to New York, practiced there from 1843 to 1847, and during the latter year returned to his adopted city. He has served as a Judge of the Common Pleas Court of Hamilton county, Ohio, but with this exception, has devoted his time to the practice of the law. As a philologist, Mr. Stallo has few superiors, and his knowledge of the language makes his appointment an especially fitting one, as Rome is, during the greater part of the year, * crowded with tourists and pleasure seekers. His address and his kindly benevolent face make him a iavorue wun an wun wnum ?e is brought in contact, and he will doubtless become an especial favorite with the Italians. "The Bias to Self-Indulgence."? Enough, and more than enough, perhaps, has been uttered concerning the prejudicial effects on the body of habitually using alcoholic beverages. It is rare now to find any one, well acquainted with human physioloerv. and capable of observing and apprecia ting the ordinary wants and usages of life around him, who does not believe that, with few exceptions, men aud women are healthier and stronger, physically, intellectually, morally, without such drinks than with them.* And confessedly there is little or nothing new to be said respecting a conclusion which has been so thoroughly investigated, discussed, and tested by experience, as this. It is useless, and indeed impolitic, in the well-intentioned effort to arouse public attention to the subject, to make exaggerated statements in relation thereto. But the important truth has still to be preached, repeated, and freshly illustrated, when possible, in every quarter of society, because a very natural bias to self-indulgence is always present to obscure men's views of those things which gratify it. While in addition to this, an exceedingly clever commercial interest of enormous influence and proportions never ceases to vaunt its power to provide us with "the soundest," "purest," and most to be suspected of all with even "medically certified," forms of spirit, wine, and beer; apparently rendering alcoholic products conformable to the requirements of some pltt'siological law supposed to demand their employment, and thus insinuating the semblance of a proof that they are generally valuable, or at least harmless, as an accompaniment of food at our daily meals. It is not, however, with the evils of "drink" that I propose to deal here; they are thus alluded to because, in making a few observations on the kindred subject of food. 1 desire to commence with a remark on the comparison, so far as that is possible, between the deleterious effects on the body of erroneous views and practice in regard of drinking, and in regard of eating, respectively. I have for some years past been compelled by facts which are constantly coming before me, to accept the conclusion that more mischief in the form of actual disease, of impaired vigor, and of shortened life, accrues to civilized man, so far as I have observed in our own country and throughout Western and Central Europe, from erroneous habits in eating, than from the habitual use of alcohol, considerable as I know the evil of that to be.?Popular Science Monthly.