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*x . Jl:; * lewis m. grist, proprietor, j ^it f nkjjtitotnf Jitmilj fttfosjpajjtr: ^trr % promotion of % $j#litiral, Social, ^jriailtnral anit Commercial Jitfomfs of % Sonfjr. |terms--$2.50 a year, in advance. VOL. 33 YOEKYILLE, C.. WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 1887. NO. 25. - . ? ferial ftofg. BY H. RIDER HAGGARD, author op "kino solomon's minks," "she," etc., etc. CHAPTER XX.?Continued. ^Vell," he went on, "he who lives will see. Meanwhilo you have done good service to the state, and you shall have your reward, cou ** ' 1-1 t.. l.U.nmk.^nn Bin. xi x am presiutuib ?uc nuu vuipuiuu v? this, the meaning of which his listener did not mss?"if by the support of my followers I become president, I will not forget you. And now I must upsaddle and get hack. I want to l?e at Laing's Nek in sixty hours, to wait for Gen. Wood's answer. You will see about the sending in of these prisoners;" and he knocked out his pipe and rose. "By the way, meinheer," said Muller, suddenly adopting a tone of respect, "I have a favor to ask." "What is it, nephew?" "I waut a pass far two friends of mine? -English poople?in Pretoria tb go" down to' their relations in Wakkerstroom district. They sent a message to me by Hans Coetzee." "I dont like giving passes," answered the general with some irritation. "You know what it means, letting out messengers. I wonder you ask me." "It is a small favor, meinheer, and I do not think that it will much matter. Pretoria will not be besieged much longer. I am under an obligation to the people." "Well, well, as you like; but, if any harm comes of it, you will be held responsible. Write the pass; I will sign it" Frank Muller sat down and wrote and dated the paper. Its contents were simple: "Pass the bearers unharmed." "That is big enough to drive a wagon along," said the general, when it was handed to him to sign. "It might mean all Pretoria." "I am not certain if there are two or three of them," answered Muller, carelessly. "Well, well, you are responsible. Give me the pen;" and he scrawled his big, coarse signature at the foot "I propose, with your permission, to escort the cart down with two other men. As you are aware, I go down to take over the command of the Wakkerstroom district to-morrow." "Very good. It is your affair. You are responsible. I shall ask no questions, pro> V1UCU JUUT .l ltuius UU 11V UUl U w >ui> vaiuv, and be left the room without another word. When the great man had gone Frank Muller sat down again on the bench and looked at the pass, and communed with himself, for he was far too wise a man to commune with anybody else. "The Lord hath delivered mine enemy into mine hand," he said, with a smile, and stroked his golden beard. "Well, well, I will not waste his merciful opportunities as I did that day out buck shooting. And then for Bessie. ' I suppose I shall have to kill the old man, too. I am sorry for that, but it can't be helped; besides, if anything should hapH? SCRAWLED HIS BIO, COARSE SIGNATURE, pen to Jess, Bessie will take Mooifoutein, and that is worth having. Not that I want more land; I have enough. Yes, I will many her. It would serve her right if I didn't; DUC, Otter ail, marriage is wviv irapmable, and also one has more bold of a wife. Nobody will interfere for her.' Then she will be of use to me by and by, for a beautiful woman is a power even among these fellow countrymen of mine, if only a man knows how to bait his lines with her. Yes, I shall marry her. Bah! that is the way to win a woman?by capture; and, what is more, they like it It makes her worth winning, too. It will be a courtship of blood. Well, the kisses will be the sweeter, and in the end she will love me the more for what I have dared for her. So, Frank Muller, sol Ten years ago you said to yourself: 'There are three things worth having in the world ?first wealth; 9econd, women, if they take your fancy, or, better still, one woman if you desire her above all others; third, power.' Now, you have got the wealth, for one way and another you are the richest man in the TransvaaL In a week's time you will have the woman you love, and who is sweeter to you than all the world besides. In five years' time you will have the powerabsolute power. That old man is clever; he will be president But I am cleverer. I shall soon take his seat, thus"?and he rose and seated himself in the general's chair? "and he will go down a step and take mine. Ay, and then I will reign. My tongue shall be honey and my hand iron. I will pass over the land like a storm. I will drive the English out with the help of the Kaffirs, and then I will kill the Kaffirs and take their land. Ah!"?and his eyes flashed and his nostrils dilated as he said it to himself?"then life will be worth living! "What a thing is powerl What a thing it is to be able to destroy! Take that Englishman, my rival: to-day he is well and strong; in three days he will be gone utterly, and I?I shall have sent him away. That is power. But when the time comes that I have only to stretch out my hand to send thousands after him!?that will be absolute power; and then with Bessie I shall be happy." And so he dreamed on for an hour or more, till at last the fumes of his untutored imagination actually drowned his reason in spiritual intoxication. Picture after picture rose and unrolled itself before his mind's eye. He saw himself as president addressing the volksraad and compelling it to his will. Ho suw him seir, the supreme general 01 a great. hum, uefeating the forces of England with awful carnage and driving them before him; ay, he even selected the battle ground on the sloi>e3 of the Biggarsgerg in Natal. Then he saw himself again sweeping the natives out of South Africa with the unrelentiug besom of his might and ruling unquestioned overasub^ missive people. And, last of all, he saw something glittering at his feet?it was a crown! This was the climax of his intoxication. # Then there came an anticlimax. The rich imagination which had been leading him on as a gaudy butterfly does a child, suddenly changed color and dropped to earth; and then rose up in his mind the memory of the general's words: "God sets a limit to a man's doings. If he is going too far God kills him." The butterfly had settled on a coffin! CHAPTER XXI. JESS GETS A PASS. About 10:30 on the morning following her interview with Hans Coetzee, Jess was at ''The Pulatial" as usual, and John was just finishing packing the cart with such few goods as they possessed. There wus not much chance of its being of any material use, for lie did not in the slightest degree expect that they would get the pass; but, as he cheerfully said, it was as good an amusement as any other. "I say, Jess," he sung out presently, "come here." " What, fori!" answered Jest>, who was seated on the doorstep mending something, and looking at her favorite view. "Because I want to speak to you." She got up and went, feeling rather angry with hei-self for going. "Well,"she said, tartly, "here I am. What is itf" "I have finisned packing the cart, that's oil." "And you mean to tell me that you have brought me round here to say thatf' "Yes, of course I have; exercise is good for the young." And then ho laughed, and sh? laughed too. J It was all nothing?nothing at all?but somehow it was very delightful. Certainly mutual affection, even when unexpressed, has a way of making things go happily, and can find something to laugh at anywhere. Just then, who should come up but Mrs. Neville, in a great state of excitement, and, as usual, fanning herself with her hat. "What do you think, Copt. Niel? the prisoners have come in, and I heard one of the Boers in charge say that he had a pass signed by the Boer general for some English people, and that he was coming over to see about them presently. Who can it bet" "It is us," said Jess, quickly. "We are going home. 1 saw Hans Coetzee yesterday, and begged him to try and get us a pass, and I suppose he has." "My word! going to get out? Well, you are lucky! Let me sit down and write a letter to my great uncle at the Cape. You must post it when you can. He is 94 and rather soft, but I dare say he will like to bear from me," and she bundled off into the house to give her aged relative (who, by the way, labored under the impression that she was still a little girl of 4 years of age) ap minute an account of the siege of Pretoria as time would allow. "Well, John, you had better tell Moull to put the hones in, We shall have to start S presently," said Jess. "Ay," he said, pulling his beard thoughtfully, "I suppose that we shall;" adding, by way of an afterthought: "Are you glad to go?" "No!" she said with a sudden flash of pas sion and a stamp of the foot, and then turned and entered the house again. "Mouti," said John to the Zulu, who was lounging around in a way characteristic of that intelligent but unindustrious race, "inspan the horses. We are going back to Mooifontein." "Koos" (chief), said the Zulu unconcernedly, and started on tne errand as tnougn it were the most every day occurrence to drive off home out of a closely beleaguered town. That is auother beauty of the Zulu race; you cannot astonish them. They, no doubt, consider that that, to them, extraordinary mixture of wisdom and insanity, the white man, is, as the agnostic French critic said in despair of the prophet Zerubbabel, "capable de tout." John stood and watched the inspanning absent!}'. The fact was that he, too, was conscious of a sensation of regret He felt ashamed of himself for it, but there it was; he was sorry to leave the place. For the last week or so he had been living in a dream, and everything outside that dream was blurred and indistinct as a landscape in a fog. He knew the things were there, but he did not quite appreciate their relative size and position. The only real thing was his dream; all else was as vague as those far off people and events that we lose in infancy and find again in old age. And now there would be an end of dreaming; the fog would lift, and he must face the facts. Jess, with whom he had dreamed, would go away to Europe and he would marry Bessie, and all this Pretoria business would glide away into the past like a watch in the night. Well, it must be so; it was right and proper that it should be so, and he for one was not going to flinch from hisdutv; but he would have been more than human had he not felt the pang of awakening. It was all so very unfortunate. By this time Mouti had got the horses up, and asked if he was to inspan. "No I wait a bit," said John. "Very likely it is all rot," he added to himself. Scarcely were the words out of his mouth when ho caught sight of two armed Boers of a peculiarly unpleasant type and rough ap pearance riding across the veldt toward "The Palatial" gate, escorted by four carbineers. At the gate they stopped, and one of them dismounted and came up to where ho was standing by the stable door. "Cape. Niel?" he said interrogatively in English. "That is my name." "Then here is a letter for you," and he handed him a folded paper. John opened it?it had no envelope?and read as follows: "Sib?The bearer of this has with him a pass, which it is understood that you desire, giving you and Miss Jess Crofta safe conduct to Mooifontein, in the Wnkkerstroom district of the republic. The only condition attached to the pass, which is signed by one of the honorable triumvirate, is that you must carry no dispatches out of Pretoria. Upon your giving your word of honor to the bearer that you will not do this he will hand you the pass." This letter, which was fairly written and in good English, had no signature. "Who wrote this?" asked John of the Boer. "That is no affair of yours," was the curt reply. "Will you pass your word about the dispatches?" "Yes." "Good. Here is the pass," and he handed over that document to John. It was in the same handwriting as the letter, but signed by the Boer general. John examined it and then called to Jess to come and translate it. She was on her way round the corner of the house as he did so, having?heard the voice of the Boer. "It means, ''ass the bearers unharmed,"' she said, "and the signature is correct. I have seen tho general's signature before." "When must we start?" asked Jobu. "At once, or not at all." "I must drive round by the headquarter camp to explain about my going. They will t.hinlr that. T havn run nwav " To this the Boer demurred, but finally, after going to the gate to consult his companion, consented, and the two rode back to the headquarter camp, saying that they would wait for the cart there, whereupon the horses were inspanned. In five minutes everything was ready, and the cart was standing in the roadway in front of the little gate. After he had looked to all the straps and buckles and seen that everything was properly packed, John went to call Jess. He found her standing by the doorsteps, looking out at her favorite view. Her band wus placed sideways against hei forehead, as though to shade her eyes from the sun. But where she was standing there was no sun, and John could not help guessing why she was shading her eyes. She was crying at leaving the placo in that quiet, harrowing sort of way that some women have; that is to say, a few big teai-s were rolling down her face. John felt a lump rise in his own throat ut the sight, and very naturally relieved his feelings in rough language. "What the deuce are you after?" he asked. "Are you going to keep the horses standing all day?" Jess did not resent this. The probability is that die guessed its reason. And besides, it is a melancholy fact that women rather like being sworn at than otherwise, provided that the swearer is the man they are attached to. But he must only swear 011 state occasions. At this moment, too, Mi's. Neville came plunging out of the house, licking an envelope as she run "There," she said, "I hojie I haven't kept you waiting. I haven't told the old gentleman half the news; in fact, I've only taken him down to the time when the communica tions were cut, and I dare say he has seen all that in the papers. But he won't understand anything ubout it, and if he does he will guess the rest; besides, for all I know, be may be dead and buried by now. I shall have to owe you for the stamp. I think it's threepence. I'll pay you when we meet again?that is, if we ever do meet again. I'm beginning tc think that this siege will go on for all eternity. There, good by, my dear! God bless you! When you get out of it, mind you write to The Times, in London, you know. There, don't cry. I am sure I should not cry if 1 were going to get out of this place;" for nl i this point Jess took the opportunity of Mrs. , Neville's fervent embrace to burst out into u sob or two. In another minute they were in the cart, and Mouti was scrambling up behind. "Don't cry, old girl," said John, laying his hand upon her shoulder. "What can't b< i cured must be endured." "Yes, John," she answered, and dried hei i tears. At the headquarter camp John went in anc explained the circumstances of his departure At first the officer who was temporarily ir command?the commandant having beer wounded at the same time that John was? rather demurred to his going, especially wher he learned that he had passed his word not tc , carry dispatches. Presently, however, h< thought better of it, and said he supposed thai i it was all right, as he could not see that theii going could do the garrison any harm i ''rather the reverse, in fact, because you car tell the people how we are getting on in this God forsaken hole. I only wish that somebody would give me a pass, that's allwhereupon John shook hands with him and left, ; co Had "an eager crowd gathered outside. The news of their going had got abroad; and everybody was running down to hear the truth of it Such an event as a departure out of Pretoria had not happened for a couplo of months and more, and the excitement was proportionate to its novelty. "I say, Kiel, is it true you are going?" i hallooed out a burly farmer. ! "How the deuce did you get a pass?" put in i another man with a face like a weasel He was what is known as a "Boer vernuker" i (literally a "Boer cheater"), that is, a traveling trader whose business it is to beguile the simple minded Dutchman by selling him worthless goods at five times their cost. "I have loads of friends among the Boers. There is hardly a Boer in tho Transvaal who does not know me"?("To his cost," put in a bystander, with a grunt)?"and yet I have tried all I know"?("And you know a good deal," said the same rude man)?"and I can't get a pass." "You don't suppose those poor Boers are going to let you out when once they have got you in?" went on tho tormentor. "Why, man, it's against human nature. You've got all their wool; now do you think they want you to have their skin too?" Whereupon the weasel faced individual a pish at tLe author of these random gibes, waiting half way for somebody to stop him and prevent a breach of the peace. "Oh, Miss Croft!" cried out a woman in the crowd, who, like Jess, hod been trapped in Pretoria while on a flying visit, "if you can get a line down to my husband at Maritzburg, to tell him that I am well, except for the rheumatism, from sleeping on the wet ground; and tell him to kisq the twins for me." "I say, Niel, tell those Boors that we will give them a d d- good hiding yet, when Colley relieves us," sung out a jolly young Englishman in the uniform of the Pretoria carbineers. He little knew that poor Colley ?kind hearted English geutleman that he was?was sleeping peacefully under six feet of ground with a Boer bullet through his brain. "Now, Capt Niel, if you are ready, we must trek," said one of the Boers, in Dutch, suiting the action to the word by catching the near wheeler a sharp cut with his riding sjamtxx'k that made him jump nearly out of the traces. Away started the horses with a plunge, scattering the crowd to the right and left, and amid a volley of farewells they were off upon their homeward journey. For more than an hour nothing particular happened. John drove on at n fair pace, and the two Boers cantered along behind. At the end of this time, however, just as they were approaching the Red House, where Frank Muller had obtained the puss from the general on the previous day, one of the Boers rode up and told them, roughly enough, that they were to outspan at the house, where they would get some food. As it was past 1 o'clock they were by no means sorry to hear this, and accordingly John drew up the cart about fifty yards from the place and they proceeded to get the horses out, and, having watched them roll and drink, proceeded to the house. The two Boei-s, who had also off-saddled, were already sitting on the veranda, and when Jess looked inquiringly toward them, one of them pointed with his pipe toward the little room. Taking the hint they entered, and found a Hottentot woman just setting some food upon the table. "Hero is dinner; let us eat it," said John; "goodness knows when we shall get any more!" and, accordingly, he sat down. As he did so the two Boers came in, and one of them made some sneering remark that made the other look at them and laugh insultingly. John flushed up. but took no notice. Indeed, he thought it safest not, for to tell the truth, he did not much like the appearance of these two worthies. One of them was a big, smooth, pasty faced man, with a peculiarly ' villainous expression of countenance and a prominent tooth that projected in ghastly isolation over his lower lip. The other was a small man, with a sardonic smile and a profusion of black beard and whiskers on bis face, and long hair hanging on his shoulders. Indeed, when he smiled more vigorously than usual, his eyebrows came down and his whiskers advanced, and his mustache went up till there was scarcely any face left, and he looked more like a great bearded monkey than a man. This man was a Boer of the wildest type from the far borders of Zoutpansberg, and did not understand a word of English. Jess nicknamed him the Vilderbeeste, from his likeness to that ferocious looking and hairy animal. The other man, on the contrary, understood English perfectly, for he had passed many years of his life in Natal, having left that colony 011 account of some little indiscretion about thrashing Kaffirs that had brought him into collision with the penal laws. Him Jess named the Unicorn, on account of his one gleaming tusk. The Unicorn was an unusually pious man, and on arriving at the table he, to Johu's astonishment, gently but firmly grasped the knife with which he was about to cut the meat. "What's the matter?" said John. The Boer shook his head sadly. "No wonder you English are an accursed race, and have 1>een given over into our hands as the great king Agag was given into the hands ol the Israelites, so that we have hewed you to pieces. You sit down to meat and give no thanks to the dear Lord," and he threw back his head and sung out a portentously long | Dutch grace through his nose. Not content with that, he set to work to translate it into English, which took a good time; nor was the , rendering a very finished one in the result. The Vilderbeeste grinned sardonically and I put in a pious "Amen," and then at last they were allowed to proceed with their dinner, I which, on the whole, was not a pleasunt one. But then they could not expect much pleasure ! under the circumstances, so the}- just ate I their food and made the l>cst of a bad job. After all, it might have been worse; they , might have had no dinner to eat. ! CHAPTER XXII. ; ON THE IIOAD. They had just finished their meal, and were about to leave the table, when suddenly the i door opened, and who should appear at it but i Frank Midler himself. There was no misi take about him; there he stood, stroking his long, golden beard, as big, as hundsonie, and, to Jess' mind, as evil looking as ever. Tho cold eyes fell upon John with a glance of rec; ognition, and then something like a smile began to play round the cornel's of the fine cut, i cruel mouth. Suddenly, however, his gaze ; lit ujion the two Boers, ono of whom was i picking his teeth with a steel forx and the ; other lighting his pipe within a few inches of Jess' head, and instantly Lis face grew stern and angry. i "What did I tell you two men?" he said; > "that you were not to eat with tho prisoners" (this word struck awkwardly on Jess' oar). HT n.?t warn ti\ Kr> trnntml vvifll I all respect, anil here I liiul you sprawling over i j the table ami smoking in their faces. Be off ; with you!" I The smooth faced man with the'tusk rose I j at once with a sigh, put down the steel fork i ! with which he had been operating ami de> parted, recognizing that Meinheer Mailer i | was not a commanding officer to lie trifled I with; but his companion, the Vilderbeeste, j demurred. ''What," he said, tossing his head i ! so as to throw the long black hair out of his i eyes, "am I not fit to sit at meat with a s j couple of accursed English?u rooibaat je and > a womant If I hud my way he should el an , | mv boots and she should cut up my tobacco;" [ anil lie grinned at the notion till eyebrows, ; | whiskers and mustache all nearly met round , j his nose, making him look for all the world l | like a hairy faced baboon. Frank Muller made no answer in words. , 1 He simply took one step forward, pounced upon his insubordinate follower, and with a > singlo swing of his athletic frame sent him i flying headlong through tho door, so that tho free and Independent burgher lit upon his head in the passage, smashing his pipe and considerably damaging his best feature?his I nose. "There," said Muller, shutting the door after him, "that is tho only way to deal with i a fellow like that. And now let mo hid you 1 good day, Miss Jess," ami he extended his - j hand, which Jess took, rather coldly it must i j be owned. ) j "It lias given me great pleasure to bo able } I to do you tbis little servico," be added, pot | litely. "I had considerable difficulty in get: ting the pass from the general?indeed, I was ; j obliged to urgo my personal services before i j be would givo it to me. But, never mind i that, I did get it, as you know, and it will be my care to escort you safely to Mooifon | tein." Jess bowed, and Muller turned to John. who had risen from Ms chair ana was stana ing some two paces from him, and addresset him: "Cap! NieT," he said, "you and 1 have hac some differences in the past I hope that th< service I am doing you will prove that I, foi one, bear no malice. I will go further. A: I told you before, I was to bluine in tha' affair in the inn yard at Wakkerstroom. Le us shake hands and end what we. canno mend," and he stopped forward and extendet his hand. Jess turned to see what would happen She know the whole story, and hoped hi would not take the man's band; then, remem boring their position, sho hoped he would. John turned color a little, and then deliber ately drew himself up and put his hand be hind bis l>ack. "I am very sorry, Mr. Muller," he said "but even in our present position I canno shake hands with you; you well know why.1 Jess saw a flush of the furious passion, whicl was his weak point, spread itself over thi Boer's face. "I do not know, Capt. Kiel. Be so good a to explain." "Very well, I will," said John, calmly "You tried to assassinate me." "What do you mean?" thundered Muller. "What I say. YogMftot at me tvrico undej ' pretense of firing afii-ouck. Look here]*and he took up his soft black hat, whicl he still had?"here is the mark of one of youi bullets! I did not know about it then; I d( now, and I decline to shake hands with you.' By this time Muller's fury had got the bettei of him. "You shall answer for that, yoi English liar!" he said, at the same timi clapping his Jiand to his belt, in which hi hunting knife was placed. Thus for a fev seconds they stood face to face. John nevei ^ " THEY ^000 TAOS TO FACT, flinched or moved. There he stood, quie and'strong as some old stubby tree, his plain honest face and watchful eye affording i strange contrast to the beautiful but de moniacal countenance of the great Dutch man. Presently he spoke in measured tones "I have proved myself a better man thai yourself once, Frank Muller, and if neeessar] I will again, notwithstanding that knifi of yours. But, in the meantime, I wish t< remind you that I have a pass signed by you: own general guaranteeing our safety. An< now, Mr. Muller," with a flash of the blui eyes, "I ani ready." The Dutchman drew tin knife and then replaced it in its sheath. Fo; a moment he was minded to end the matte; then and there, but suddenly remembered even in his rage, that there was a witness. "A pass from the general!" he said, forget ting his caution in his fury; "much goodi pass from the general is likely to be to you You are in my power, man! If I phoose b close my hand I can crush you. But therethere," he added, checking himself, "perhap I ought to make allowances. You are one o a defeated people, and no doubt are sore, ant say what you do not mean. Anyhow, then is an end of it, especially in the presence of t lady. Some day wo may be able to sett! our trouble like men, Capt. Niel; till then with your permission, we will let it drop." "Quite so, Mr. Muller," said John, "only yoi must not ask me to shake hands with you." " Very good, Capt. Niel; and now, if yoi will allow me, I will tell the boy to get you: horses in; we must be getting on if wearett reach Heidelberg to-night." And he bowe< himself out, feeling that his temper had ono more endangered the success of his plans "Curse the man!" he said to himself, "hoi what those English call a gentleman. It wa brave of him to refuse to take my hand whei he is in my power." "John," said Jess, as soon as the door hac closed, "I am afraid of that num. If ] had understood that he had anything to d< with the pass I would not havo taken it. i thought that the writing was familiar to me Oh, dear! I wish we had stopped at Pre toria" "What can't be cured must be endured,' said John, again. "The only thing to do ii to make the best of it, and get on as wo can You will be all right anyhow, but he hatei me like poison. I suppose that it is on ac count of Bessie." "Yes, that's it," said Jess; "he is madly ii love with Bessie, or was." "It is curious to think that a man like tha can be in love," remarked John, as he lit hi pipe, "but it only shows what queer mix turo?- people are. I say, Jess, if this fellov hates me so, what made him give me th< pass, eh f What's his gainer Jess shook her head as she answered, don't know, John; I don't like it." "I suppose ho can't mean to murder me; h< did try it on once, you know." "Oh, 110, John," she answered, with a son of cry, "not that." "Well, 1 don't know that it would mattei much," he said, with an approach to cheer fulness which was rather a failure. "It woult save one a deal of worry, and only anticipate things a bit But there, I frightened you and I dare say that he is, for the present, a any rate, an honest man, and has no inten tions on my person. Look! there is Mout: calling us. I wonder if those brutes have given him anything to oat. We'll collar the rest ot this leg of mutton on chance. At anj rate, Frank Muller slm'n't starve me tc death," and with a cheerful laugh he left the room. In a few minutes they were on their road again. As they started Frank Muller came up, took oil his hut and informed them thai he would probably join them on the morrow below Heidelberg, in which town they would find every preparation to enable them t< spend the night comfortably. If he did nol join them it would be liecause he was detained on duty. In that case the two men had his-orders to escort them safely to Mooifontein and, he added significantly, "I do i?t thini you will be troubled with any further impo liteness." In another moment he had galloped off or his great black horse, leaving the pair consid erably mystified and not a little relieved. "Well," said John, "at any rate that doe; not look like foul play unless, indeed, he ha; gone on to prepare a warm reception for us.' Jess shrugged her shoulders; she could nol make it out; und then they settled tbemselve; down to their long and lonely drive. Thej had forty odd miles to cover, but the guides or rather the guard, would only consent t< their outspanning once, which they did or the open veldt a little before sunset. At sundown they inspanned again and started acros; the darkening veldt. The road was in t shocking state, and until the moon got up which it did about 0 o'clock, the journey was both difficult and dangerous. After thai things were a little better; and at last, abou: 11 o'clock, they got into Heidelberg. Tin town seemed almost deserted. Evidently th< great body of the Boers were at the front anc hud oidy left a guard at their seat of govern inent. "Where are wo to outspnn?" asked John o: the Unicorn, who was jogging on alongside apparently half asleep. "At the hotel," was the short reply, anc thither they went, and thankful enough the] were to get there, and to find, from the light in the windows, that the i?eople were still up Standing at the inn door, holding a ligh above her head, tbsy found a pleasant look ing Englishwoman, who welcomed then liojifti 1 v "Frank Muller was hero three hours ag< and told ine to expect you," she said; "an< very glad I am to see an English face again I can tell you. My name is Gooch. Tell me is my husband all right in Pretoria? He wen up there with his wagon just before the siegi began, and I have not heard a word from hin since." "Yes," said John, "he is all right. He wa slightly wounded in the shoulder a month ago but he is quite recovered." "Oh, thank God!" said the poor woman, be ginning to cry; "those devils told me that k was (lead?to torment me, I suppose. Com in^ rrfiss; there is some hot supper ready when ypu have washed your hands. The boys will see to the horses." . -Accordingly they entered, and were made aS happy as a good supper, a hearty welcome and comfortable beds could make people in tfcir condition. 1 ; Jin the early morning one of their estimable f ; eicort sent in a message to saj' that they wero i ; nbt to start before 10:.'30, as their horses re- I wired more rest, so they got several hours more in bed than they had expected, and anybody who has ever made a journoy in a pbst cart in South Africa can understand what a blessing that was. At 9 they had breakfast, and as the clock struck 10:30 Mouti brought the cart round, and with it came the two Boers. \ri"Well, Mrs. Gooeh," said John, "what do Voweyouf - {."Nothing, Capt. Niel, nothing. If you only 1 know what a weight you have taken off my l mind! Besides, wo are quite ruined; the, ( 9 lepers havo taken all my husband's cattle and C hprses, and until last week six of them were C s quartered on me without paying a farthing, 1 so it makes no odds to mo." c n 1. u ?:.i t-i? ? liiiiiu, xuin. uuwu, ?>uiu uwrni, i 'cfieerfully, "the government will compensate { yptt when this business is over, no doubt." r r iMre. Gopch shook her he?l prophetically.. - "Ntver a farthing do I expect to see," she j l said., "If only I can get my husband back, r and we can escape out of this wicked place ) with our lives, I shall bo thankful. And " look here, Capt. Niel, I have put up a basket ^ r full of food?bread, meat and hard boiled 8 1 eggs and a bottle of three star brandy. They 8 a may be useful to you and the young lady be- 9 s fore you get home. I don't know where you t 7 will sleep to-night, for the English are still t r holding Standerton, so you won't be able to r stop there, and you can't get right through, t No, don't thank me, I could not do less, j Good by?good by, miss; I hope you will get g through all right. You had better look out, f though. Those two men you have got with j you are a very bad lot I heard say that i that fat faced man with the tooth shot two > wounded men through the head after the . fight at Bronker's Spruit, and I know no : good of the other. They were laughing and 1 talking together about you in the kitchen I this morning; one of my boys overheard * them, and the man with the long hair said ^ that, at any rate, they would not bo troubled I with you after to-night. I don't know what ] he meant; perhaps they are going to change the escort; but I thought that I had better c tell you." John looked grave, and his suspicions re- a arose, but at that moment one of the men in j. question rode up and told him that he must j. start at once, and so oil they went. c The second day's journey was in many re- r spects a counterpart of the first. The road was utterly deserted, and they saw neither^ 53 Boer, Englishman nor Kufflr upon it; noth-' ^ ? ing, indeed, except a few herds of game graz 1 ing on the ridges. ? " Nothing further occurred till, by the orders of their escort, they outspanned, an hour or C * so before sunset, at a spot in the veldt where t 1 a faint track forked out of the Standerton - road. r g [TO BE CONTINUED.] fl i A BRILLIANT MARRIAGE. t 3 [From the Norfolk Virginian, \Oth ins/.] ^ 9 At the old Eastern Shore Episcopal f ? Chapel, in Princess Anne county, . near Lynnhaven Bay, at 4.30 o'clock ? ' yesterday afternoon, Mr. Wra. W. r Degge, editor of the Evening News ! and Weekly Gazette, of this city, was . . united in the holy bonds of matri- } j mony to Miss Nellie Louise Avery, - the pretty and accomplished daugh- , s ter of Col. J. W. Avery, of Princess f Anne. A special train from this city, J 1 over the Virginia Beach road, at ! 9 3.30 o'clock, carried a number of the 1 relatives and friends of the groom * 0 from- the Twin Cities to Tunis'sta- ^ ' tion, near which the church is situ- I ated, to witness the nuptials. As the 1 bridal party entered the church, Miss j Lizzie Moore, of Norfolk, who pre- ' r sided at the organ, played the wed- . j ding march. The groom bore on his f i arm the mother of the bride, and a they were followed by the bride and 1 . Colonel Avery, her father, the party j s being preceded to the altar by the t s following ushers: Messrs. Samuel \ i Linchium, of Baltimore; Richard T. Brooke, of this city ; Edward Avery ? | and W. G. Avery, the last two being * 1 brothers of the bride. The ceremony 9 was performed by Rev. J. W. Savage, , rector of the church, beneath a floral I arch. The Episcopal ritual, including the impressive ring service, was J i? used, and the bride was given away * 3 by her father. She was attired in a . seal-brown silk traveling costume, b with diamond ornaments, and at the 1 - corsage wore a pretty boquet. The ? groom wore customary black. ! i After the ceremony, congratulations followed, at the conclusion of which { fc the happy couple and their friends ? 3 from Norfolk and Portsmouth, left " * Tunis' station, taking the special 1 f train to Norfolk, a reception at the 3 home of the bride's parents having J ! preceded the marriage. Arriving at Norfolk, Mr. and Mrs. Degge were 3 driven to the Old Dominion steamer . . .. . .?? ,7 ntL ' aV? f L/mt 1 a ff * UrUJ/ll/IUUtlG, UII tviliv.ll VIIVTJf lei l IUI t New York and Niagara Falls, to be ( gone about ten days. The bridal * r presents were numeous and hand- c - some, the groom's gift to the bride , 1 being the bridal ornaments. 3 The bride is a blonde of twenty * > summers. Her father, Colonel Av- ' ' ery, is a South Carolinian, and serv[ ed through the late war in the 17th j Regiment of Volunteers from that , State. After the war he went to 1 . Canada, became a subject of the Brit- < , ish crown, which he remains to-day. k j He only resided out of this country 8 ten years, however. ? l The groom, as a business man, is J ? far beyond his years, being only 28. 1 5 He began his business career as a ' r printer's boy and came up rapidly to * 1 the editorial chair. As soon as he ' I had graduated from the case, he start- 1 [ ed the Norfolk Weekly Gazette and s has since added to his establishment s the Evening News. The Virginian * ! wishes him and his fair young bride 8 ! an extended voyage on the matrimo- * nial.sea, with never a ripple to mar t i the pleasure thereof. r A Much Debated Question.? 8 5 An old legend asserts that a scorpion, c s when placed within a ring of red- l ' hot embers, will, after futile effort 1 II to pass the fiery circle, deliberately * 5 commit suicide by stinging itself in 8 r the head. Eminent scientific men * ' have often disagreed concerning the 1 t truthfulness of the assertion, and * many chapters have been written on J 3 it. The subject has lately been thor- t v oughly investigated by Prof. A. G. j , Bourne, of Madras, who finds that s i the greatest effect of scorpion poison I t upon a scorpion is a slight sluggish- 8 t ness, and that death within a fire- I 5 ring must be due to heat. Sir N J Joseph Fayer had already shown f 1 that the poison of the deadly cobra * " will not anect a conra. ? Remnant of the Modocs.?'The ? Modoc tribe of Indians are fast disappearing from the face of the earth. ' 1 Since their removal to the Indian r territory their ranks have been greats ly thinned by the grim visitor. One j of the fighting chiefs of this bloodthirsty band, Bogus Charley, when 1 asked several years ago how the tribe wa9 progressing in the territory, 3 pointed pathetically to the Indian 1 burying ground, and said, in broken , English: "Only a hunner; all over , there." Charley himself was a short t time after gathered to his fathers, 0 he having died in LaGrande about 1 six years ago while on a visit to his sister at Walla Walla.?La Grande 3 (Oreqon) Gazette. '' ? ? JOT The heavens declare the glory 0 of God, but the gospel makes known o his love. iUisccUancous grading. WHO'S DAR ? On the evening of the 15th of May, 864, Gens. Butler and Beauregard aeed each other on the James River j n the neighborhood of Bermuda ; iundred. Butler's headquarters on hat night were in a farm-house j vithin nine miles of Richmond, and j le had had the best of the fighting ndulged in during the day. The un was scarcely down before Beauegard's chief of scouts called six of is suborninates together for consulation, and in half an hour each man rnd his work planned for him on the ightof Butler's line, which rested m nit; jtimes, ur was piuuauij ou|y>osed to by the commander. Instead >f this, however, as was easily discovered from our front before dark, lis line of infantry rested on high ;round a long three-quarters of a ni!e from the water. What other roops filled the gap we could not nake out, and it was almost believid that some mistake or blander had , eft a gap by which Beauregard could narch in and turn the Federal flank. The orders issued to the scouts vere to inspect this stretch of ground ind ascertai n what troops occupied it, ind how they were situated to meet a udden attack. We did not leave he outposts until 10 o'clock, and by hat time a mist was rising from the iverand the low lands to increase he darkness of the night. We sepa ated to take in the whole milefront, ind as we were all dressed in blue each >ne went forward in confidence. I lad the uniform of a Federal second ieutenant, and from prisoners we lad captured that day I knew that he first troops we should find n this direction would belong to leckman's brigade. I made no efort whatever at concealment, but valked straight ahead towards the federal lines, and the first saluta! got was: "Who's dar ? Speak up, or Ize fwine to shoot!" I replied in the customary manner ind advanced upon two negro cavalymen who were on outpost a few lundred feet from a reserve picket >f a dozen men. When challenged or countersign I advanced as closely is possible and said: "Who posted you niggers here? trou have left your posts, and I will lave you shot!" "Deed, sah, we's bin right yere all letime. Heah'sde werry spotwhar' le ossifer put us!" "Well, you come with me. Your ifflcer shall be tried by court-martial it once!" Both men followed me straight to hp f!nnfpderfl.te outnost. where they vere taken in, and I then returned o inspect the reserve. I walked joldly in among the men who were n charge of a white sergeant, and mgrily demanded: "Sergeant, get your men in line ind follow me! The rebels are fallng back, and you ought to have inown it half an hour ago !" He sprang up, saluted me, gavp he order to fall in, and the entire heket was marched into the Confederate lines. At the same time )ther scouts arrived with other colorid prisoners, and, as a matter of fact md of military record, we took over orty of the Federal pickets out of hat gap without a gun being fired or in alarm being given. The last nen were taken at half-past 11 )'clock, by which time a dense fog lad settled over everything. After aking in my second batch I joined iscout named Philbrick, and together we flanked a reserve picket and >enetrated almost to the Bermuda hundred road. All along in front of iVeitzel's division we found telegraph wires strung from tree to tree tnd stump to stump, and we were )rovided with files to remove them. iVe worked at this a full hour, and hen knowing that the Confederate idvance would be made soon after n id night, we made our way back ,o the lines. On the way we picked jp an orderly sergeant of cavalry vho was drunk and riding about the :ountry at will. lie was bent forvard on the saddle, clasping his lorse's mane with both hands, and he animal was picking its own way md taking its own time. While my omrade led the hi rse I held the lergeant in his saddle, and he kept nuttering to himself: "Old fell'r, y'er drunk?stavin' Irunk! Boys, whazzer think of a feU'r who gets drunk on 'leckshun lay, eh ?" He wasn't sober enough to realize he situation when we turned him >ver a prisoner, but with maudlin kA Auf Kiu lion/1 fn tho jiuviij uc IICJ? uuv ...o aptain who received him and said: "Shay, Gener'J, gimme two dolar 'nd I'll lick Misser Bu'gard's hull iriny in jess two minits!"?Ex-Con'ederate, in Detroit Free Press. A mo UAMFOF POKEH. I began running on the Mississippi River fifty-two years ago. I haye, >f course, seen a great amount of gambling on the river, but I never iaw any shooting or stabbing over a fame of cards. I have seen a good nany big games of cards. A game ODg talked about on the river was hat played by Gov. George Poindexer, of Mississippi. I knew him well, >ut did not see the game. At one irne he was Fund Commissioner, or omething of that kind, for Missisippi. He had business in New York o negotiate money on bonds, ostenibly for internal improvements in Mississippi. He was returning from hat city and had a large sum of noney with him. It was along in lutumn, the season when the Ohio is ilways very low. He left Louisville in a small stern-wheel boat, the only :ind that could run as the water was iot ovtr thirty inches deep on the >ars. Three gamblers took passage it Louisville on the same boat. They [new Poindexter's fondness for cards, hat he would play high, and they md made up a plot to clean him out. n those days they played poker with wenty cards?the ace, king, queen, ack, and ten of each suit. The boat vas several days in getting from jouisville to Cairo, and Poindexter md the three sharks were busy at >lay. Then they usually played vithout limit, and the result was, hp framhlers. havinsr ulaved their ish long enough were about to take dm in. They had all their money in the table. Poindexter had a very >oor hand, and one of the gamblers, if course, had the winning hand. L'wo of the gamblers dropped out, md the other, making a heavy bet, >iled up his last dollar. The Goverlorsaid hedidn't have money enough here to call him, but he thought he night be able to borrow some of a riend. "Very well," said the gamiler, "I'll give you just ten minutes o raise the money." Poindexter vent about trying to borrow of the mssengers, and then went to the clerk if the boat. The amount he asked or was nearly as much as the boat vould have sold for, and the clerk lad no such sum on hand even to end to Gov. Poindexter. The latter hen went to his stateroom, where ie had an old carpet-sack with a rusty servant guarding it, and reurned to the gaming table, followed >y the darky with the carpet-sack on his shoulder. "Now," thundered Poindexter, as he threw open the sack, which was stuffed full of bank li notes, "I will see you and go you sc $300,000 better! And I'll give you m an hour instead of ten minutes, to y< raise it!" The faces of those gam- ii biers would have been a picture for n a painter. They got off the boat at n the first landing place wiser and much fc sadder men. There was about $10,000 si on the table. t? Fifty-one years ago, one night at p: Natchez, I saw four gentlemen play- is ing poker, at which the ante was t? $500 and they would go $1,000 blind, fr One of the players was a banker, one H a merchant and the others were cot- re ton planters. High play quit about oi forty years ago. Steamboats began ai to be held liable for losses at poker u on board, and many steamboat cap- oi tains would not allow gambling upon fl their boats at all. But the Mississip- in pi is a thing of change. Fifty years la ago, when I first knew Island No. tl 10, there was one large plantation and w one smaller one on that historic c< island. At the outbreak of the. late ri war the island had shrunk to six ft acres, eaten away by the water, and h now it is entirely obliterated.?Indi- ai anapolis Journal. n fc REST ON THE SEVENTH DAY. si This period of rest is in as strict cl accordance with the laws of man's v\ physical being, as the weekly wind- ft ing of an eight day clock is in ac- if cordance with the principles which g govern its construction ; and in man h or clock, the men who think they n know better how to run the machine- oi ry than does the man who made it, a will find out their mistake by fairly cc trying the experiment. g< How does the experiment work in ir C!v\n r\r? Dnwio O A if t A YA10 If Hi o^aiu \ji x ni 10 4 xx uuuuaj ?" in, makes a Sunday to work in, and h there are more people who work sj than there are who play. Says a pi correspondent to a New York paper: hi ' The seventh day brings no respite te to them here. On the contrary, it al is the day when they work hard- jM est. There is no old stone-mason, w no old shoemaker, no old carpenter, sp no old painter, no old artisan in si Paris. Medical men say their pre- ir mature decline is owing to the want ai of a day of rest once a week. Going ti to museums, poring over books, and amusements of every sort, are equally pernicious with hard work." Nature demands one day in seven, ti When a man is prostrate with ty- tc phoid fever, he must begin to get is well on the seventh, the fourteenth, st the twenty-first, the twenty-eighth pi or the thirty-fifth day of his illness, is or he will never get well. His p; change from sickness to health com- ci mences on a seventh day. Why? b Simply because this is the way a man tf is built. France could abolish the tl Sabbath, and introduce the decade, e< or tenth day, as a holiday, or a day ai of rest, but all France could not u make a typhoid fever turn on a tl tenth, twentieth or thirtieth day. re The course of the nature of things fc is too strong for infidel theories, and v> nature avenges the violation of Di- o: vine law; and those who violate it ir do not live out half their days. In- n fidels mock at Christians as old fogies, ii and so they are, but the devil's h fogies never become old.* They die in d their brown hair and are buried in A untimely graves.?The Christian. ft tl OLD AGE. b, Dean Bradley, successor of Stanley " in the deanery of Westminster, tells r! an anecdote of him as he neared his w sixtieth year. He was traveling in Germany on a Rhine steamer, and ?. getting acquainted with a boy, (he j1 loved children,) the boy asked him ^ his age, which being answered, he f said, "Why, all your life is over." P "No," said the dean, "the best is , . yet to come." Jj "You must be on the wrong side ^ of sixty," said one acquaintance to another. F "No," he replied, "I am on the F right side." Old age is cheerless ? enough to one lacking faith in God r* and Christ; but bright and divinest ? hopes when one has for his portion R the Christ, whom to know with the ? Father is eternal life. Let every man mourn as old age creeps upon ; him it he be without faith in the Holy One. Let every man rejoice as age comes upon him, if he trusts in Him who said, "Because I live, ye shall live." Life here is only the state of infancy. ^ A plain London lighterman, only ; a navigator on the Thames, was in ?' the Abbey, standing before the monument of John Wesley, and as he , talked with the dean, knowing he tf had been to Palestine, said, "It must ^ have been beautiful to have walked b( where the saviour waiKea." "ies," and with a saintly look, he said, m "Beautiful to walk in the steps of the Sav'our." Stanley's words, as he spoke of death, are so beautiful f we quote them: "There the soul j finds itself on the mountain ridge gj overlooking the unknown future; e) our company before is gone; the kinsfolk and friends of many years fl] are passed over the dark river and gj we are left alone with God. We ^ know not in the shadow of the night ' who it is that touches us?we feel ^ only that the everlasting arms are ; closing us in ; the twilight of the morning breaks, we are bid to depart in peace, for by a strength not ^ our own we have prevailed, and the e; path is made clear before us." Great and many are the compensa- Q] tions of advancing age. b Why the Crow is Black.?The Indians of the extreme Northwest w had some very remarkable legends y about the creation, in which the it crow takes the leading part, bringing order out of chaos. Perhaps the most curious was that which ac- x counted for the raven coat of the crow. One night, while making a gt tour through his dominions, he stop- ^ ped at the house of Can-nook, a chief, j, and begged for lodging and a drink q of water. Can-nook offered him a bed, but on account of the scarcity of w water, refused to give him anything to drink. When all the rest were j asleep the crow got up to hunt for fvid ufofor-hnff knf ivqc vionrrl hir ISiIVs UiUVi UUU| UUt ?T UO 1IV.U1U WJ Can-Dook's wife, who aroused her jc husband. He, thinking that the ^ crow was about to escape, piled logs tv of gum wood upon the tire. The ^ crow made desperate efforts to fly through the hole in the roof where the sinoke escaped, but Can-nook jt caused the smoke to be denser and w denser, and when the crow finally re- e? gained the outer air he had black plumage. It was previously white.? American Magazine. Jteir The greatest man is he who ^ chooses the right with invincible res- h: olution, who resists the sorest temp- r| tations from within and without, ai who bears the heaviest burdens cheer- "( fully, who is calmest in storms, most j0 fearless under menace and frowns, st whose reliance on truth, on virtue, on God, is almost unfaltering. I b< BST Work, says one who is accus- w tomed to it, is the true philosopher's ai stone, whether you handle a pick or ca a pen, a wheelborrow or a set of of books, digging, ditching or editing a ti newspaper. ti YOUNG MEN AND SINGLE LIFE. It is undoubtedly true that a single fe is not without its advantages for ime. There are hundreds of young len, as there are a like number of oung women, to whom a married fe would be unsuitable and unwise. ; is an inexcusable sin for any young lan of hereditary ill health or de>rmity to assume marriage, and to ich a one single life has its advances, even though it holds out few leasures. But that young man who i possessed of every bodily and menil equipment, and marries not, fails 1 one of the most palpable duties life, [e deprives himself of life's most iftnoH and ovaltoH nlaoaiiroa nf onma "VV* WilU VAM1VVVA ^IVUOUiVOf VI L7VM1V f its strongest incentives to virtue ad activity, and sets an example nworthy of imitation. Nothing has, r should have, a greater refining inuence to a young man than marage. If he remains unmarried, he tys himself open to alluring vices lat have no place in his eye or mind rhen his attentions or affections are entered upon a devoted wife. Mariage changes the current-of a man's lelings, and gives him a centre for is thoughts, his affections and his cts. It renders him more virtuous, lore wise, and is an incentive to put irth his best exertions to attain potion in commercial and social dries. It is conceded that marriage 'ill increase the cares of a young ian which he would not encounter ' he remained single, but it must be ranted on the other hand, that it eightens the pleasures of life. If larriage, in some instances within ar knowledge, has seemed to be but hindrance to certain success, the luntless instances must not be foratten where it has proved to be the icentive which has called forth the est part of a man's nature, roused im from selfish apathy and in>ired in him those generous princiles and high resolves which have elped to develop him into a characir known, loved, and honored by I within the sphere of his influence, [atrimony, it is true, is chargable ith numberless solicitudes and rejonsibilities, and this all young men lould fully understand before enterlg upon it, but it is also full of joy id happiness that is unknown to le bachelor.?Brooklyn Magazine. neveVdelay. The evils of postponing to a future me the things that ought to be done ?-day are many and great. A habit ; thereby formed whieh becomes so rong that present exertion is imossible, even when the emergency i urgent. Every time the duty is resented the habit pleads for pro astination. Then aread sets in of eginnin^ and accomplishing the isk, which is harder to bear than le actual work. To-morrow is loadi down with the duties of to-day, nd the truth is sadly felt, sufficient nto the day is the evil thereof. By le delay many duties are not relembered, and the stereotyped "I >rgot it," follows, of course. The rhole life shifts into an uncertainty f performance, and the character is jjured in the just estimation of wise len. A young man may lose a busless position, and thereby change is course for 'ife, by waiting one ay too long in making application. l scholar at school may never be per;ct in his lessons if he shall delay aeir study a single hour. A note in ank that is delayed beyond the last ay of grace will not only be protest 3, but the borrower will be unable ) make another loan. If in business life lelay is dangerus, how much more in the religious fe. All the evils named above fol>w in the train of delay, with the reater evil added that each hour of esitation and pbstponement is disoeying God. "Now is the accepted me, and now is the day of salvaon." To-morrow is an arrant cheat. !ach day is a life in miniature. The lorningischildhoodand youth growig brighter with the rising sun. loon is manhood in its strength. Ivery moment after is a return to ight, with feebler light and aproaching darkness. And this day ands by itself in the reckoning of ternity. This life stands by itself 3 our only trial state.?A., in NcuhUe Advocate. The One Rule.?And after all, is better for men to stand on their ivn individuality, each make his tvn contract at his own price and on is own responsibility, and if one itcel another in skill or industry, :t him be paid accordingly, paid ac)rding to what he does. This is onest and fair. Besides it will tend > stimulate men to excel and in the lain there will be better work and etter pay. The interests of capital ad labor can never be separated, hey should realize their mutual deendence and ever move in harmo y. One is as honorable and as useil as the other, and neither should espise the other. If a capitalist lould have no more sense of propri:y than to vaunt himself on his posissions and suppose himself to be bove and better than others, he lould be taught that money and rains are not identical; and that the ne nor the other, nor the two comined constitute true manliness, honr, justice, or integrity. And if a iborer becomes jealous, querulous ad fretful, let him remember that e is working against his own intersts. In both cases the parties are ijuring themselves as well as each ther. There is one rule, and only one, y which such difference can be justr and safely settled, that is, "As ye ould that men should do to you, do e even so them." That will right all up.?St. Louis Advocate. Beats a Fish Story.?You may ilk about your fish stories and your lake stories, but the following bird ory, which we get from good aulerity, lays them all in the shade, a an oak tree in a certain yard in rangeburg a mocking bird built a est and went to setting. After a hile the nest was discovered by a Dy, who climbed up the tree and ioked into the nest. This intrusion as witnessed by the birds from a eighboring tree, and who, coming ?the conclusion that they had bet? - --- AO 4- KA UJUVtJ, ctuiuail^y luun. uiu ucau ucveen them and flew with it over a undred yards away to another tree here they are now quietly setting 1 the sanie two eggs the nest had in before it was moved. The nest as not broken nor was either of the jgs hurt by the removal.?Orangeirg Times-Democrat. t*aT*The only safe obedience is a rompt, implicit, and exact couforlity to God's command. No part of is word can be unheeded without sk; we may run from one peril to mother. A divided heart is like the Jouble" eye, and singleness of visn. A double-minded man is unable in all his ways. IST When religion comes to a neighjrhood the first to receive it are the omen. Some say it is because they :e weak-minded. We say it is betuse they have quicker perception : what is right, more ardent affecon, and capacity for sublimeremoon.