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VOL. 34~ YOEKVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 31, 1888. NO. 44.
JfeJertfd fodrn.
A SOUTHERN STATESMAN'S POEM.
[The following lines, by Hon. Richard
Henry Wilde, of Georgia, won
the warm praise of Lord Byron, and
are the most lyrical stanzas that ever
came from the pen of an American
statesman.]
MY LIFE IS LIKE THE SUMMER ROSE.
My life is like the summer rose
That opens to the morning sky.
But, ere the shade of evening close,
Is scattered on the ground?to die.
Yet on the rose's humble bed
The sweetest dews of night are shed,
As if she wept the waste to see?
But none shall weep a tear for me!
My life is like the autumn leaf
A?~u,?" " <Ko mnnn'a nnln rnv
mat wrtsui uido m mv ???wv.. ? ^ ,
Its hold is frail?Its date is brief,
Restless?and soon to pass away.
Yet, ere that leaf shall fall and fade,
The parent tree will mourn its shade,
The winds bewail the leafless treeBut
none shall breathe a sigh for me!
My life is like tbe prints which feet
Have left on Tampa's desert strand ;
Soon as the rising tide shall beat,
All trace will vanish from the sand;
Yet, as if grieving to efface
All vestige of the human race,
On that lone shore loud moans the sea?
But none, alas ! shall mourn for me !.
Jtotg idler.
Treasure of theThree Kings.
By JAMES Q. HUSTDj.
fOopyrtgbt]
"Hold on a bit, doctor. 1 want to say something?wait
a bit?there, now I'm easier?
did you say I was?dyingF
"Well, yes, Baybridge; yon might as well
know it, 1 suppose You wont pull through
this time, my poor fellow. 1 have warned you
befoie."
"Never mind all that doctor; if Tm bound
to die wbat's tbe use of preaching? But I*ve
got something?ugh?there it is again?I've
got something to ask for."
"Well, Baybridge, anything in reason, but
?.?a ?MUI. f?
yvu iiiuM uo
"Oh, it ain't unreasonable, I reckon. I
want to see nay son."
"What, No. S5P
"Yes, doctor He works in the foundry
gaug, and 1 being in the brush shop havent
got to see him for two or three years now.
X Just"after he come in this time it was that the
warden let us have a patter. 1 haven't seen
him since."
"Weil, Baybridge, your wish is natural,
and does you credit 1 will speak to the
warden, and 1 dare say he will let No. 85
come up here dnd Have an interview?at noon
perhaps."
"Will i last till then, doctorP asked the
hoary old convict, turning his eyes anxiously
upon the face of the physician, who stooped
to examine them narrowly, felt the pulse,
touched the clammy forehead, and answered
gently:
"Yes, youll hold out until sunset I think,
my man."
"All right, doctor. You'll see about NickP
"Yes. Keep very still, and go to sleep if
you cam Save yourself up, you know."
"Yes, doctor," and old Stephen Baybridge,
the incendiary, the burglar, the would be
assassin, turned bis gray bead upon the pillow
of his prison bed and composed himself
for the last sleep before the final one.
Twolra nV?lrv?lr mirlHnv r*! o ohnrl r?nf f y*r\m
the prison clock, and the convicts gathered
from the various workshops were marshaled
in the courtyard and marched in past the
kitchen grating, where each man received
his liberal mess of wholesome food, and so
to their cells for an hour of rest and refreshment.
"No. 85, the warden allows you to visit
No. 104 in the hospital ward. Bo ready in
ten minutes," said the officer in charge, as a
tall, stout fellow, who might nave been good
looking but for his close cropped hair and
the hideous prison dress, filed by him.
No. 85 replied by a military salute, took
his dinner and turned down the corridor to
the right
In ten minutes the turnkey who came to
release him found his tin basin empty.
"Blessed if they don't snap up their victuals
like dogs," muttered he, nodding to 85, who
followed him without a word.
Stephen Baybridge had not slept, and as
his breathing grew more difficult, the attendant
had bolstered his grizzly head high
upon the pillows, and now stood fanning
him; but as his son came down the ward and
stopped beside the bedside Stephen motioned
the nurse away.
"There, that'll da I want to be all alone
with my boy here for awhile. How are you,
Nick?"
"Well enough, father, but you dont look
to be. What's up?"
"I'm up for?somewheres. The parson
says maybe I'll do well enough, but that ain't
what 1 wanted of you. Nick, have you
heard from the old woman since I saw you
three year ago?"
"Yes. She's gone under."
"Dead?" .
"Yes. A fellow come in and says, says he,
'Warn't Susan Baybridge , your mother?'
And I says, 'Yes.' 'Well,' says he, 'she was
run over by an ingine I was driving, and 1
was drunk, so they sent me up here for five
year.'"
"Old woman's dead, Sally's dead, Tom's
gone no one knows where," muttered the dying
man, and then fixing his eyes upon his
Bon's face, said aloud:
"Nick, you're all Twe got left of all the
folks 1 ever had."
"Yes, father, I suppose I am," replied the
young man, with a sort of patient indifference
of manner.
"Well, Nick, you ain't the sort of boy you'd
ought to be, but like as not that's more my
iauit tnan yiurs. xou aianx get mucn or a
bringing up."
"I was brought up in the streets mostly,
except when i got a turn at the Keform or
House of Crection," replied Nick, coldly.
"Yes, 1 know it, Will, it's too late now,
and 1 ain't the one to preach what 1 never
practiced." said Baybridge, uneasily, and
then fixing a glance of anxious scrutiny upon
his son, he asked:
."Saying you got rich, Nick, would you
quit them ways that brought you here?"
"Of course I would. What's the use of
taking another man's money if you've got
enough of your own) I'd be as steady as a
clock if 1 could afford it and wus out of here."
"How long are you in for?"
"Fifteen year. Three is out now," replied
Nick, sullenly.
"Twelve year to run if you can't get pardoned
out How old are you, Nick f"
"Rising 80, 1 reckon."
"Forty-two. Well, that ain't old, and
mnybo you'd be steadier after you was out
Nick, I've got a secret to tell you."
"About money*" asked the young man, his
face at last lighting with real interest
"About a fortune, Nick, a fortune lit for a
king," replied the father, impressively.
"Well, let's bear it; tell away, old man;
the time is short, anyway."
"My time is short, or I'd keep the secret to
? ?n it reemr, fWk
I11J SCU, UWjpULU. UUU OCVilJfc k w
got to go, I thought?well, well, the long and
short of it is, I've had a pal ever since I
came here twelve years ago, a fellow that
worked next to me in the shop, and walked
next me in the gang, and sat next rne in
chapel, so of coarse we talked, rule or no
rule, and 1 found oat all about him. He'd
been a Catholic priest, and ho was took up
for forgery, and got twenty years in this
placa So mach 1 know all along, but
about a year ago be took bod, and was put
in the hospital here. 1 have a way when I
get tired of work of making myself sick
swallowing some of the stuff in the shop, and
so I got sick then, and came to the hospital,
too, and was in the bed next my paL He
bad a fever and went off with it, but the
last night he'd to live ho was mighty uneasy,
and at last, when the nurse vus asleep, he
tokl me that ho would leavo me a secret
worth more money than be dared to noma
Then he went on to say that the very night
before he was arrested he was called to confess
a Spanish sailor, dying in a hospital of a
wound got in some drunken spree, and?stop
now?the priest had got it written down, and
PCTitiniifld to keep it all the time he'd been
there, stowed , a way with some relics ho wore
k
round his ueck, and he just gave me relics
and all. and I've worn them in the same way
ever since, tlarkl There's the nursecomiiig
to say time's up Take the little hag and
sling it round your neck, quiokl Though if
they find it they won't meddle with it, because
it's your religion, you know.''
"Come, 35. your time is up." said the
officer, approaching with the nurse.
"Good-hy, Nict Maybe we'll see each
other t'other side of Jordan, anyhow, remember,
boy, that you said if you got pardoned
out, or even if you stay your time out, that
you'll lead a different life. Remember that,
Nick."
Nick leaned over the bed and took his
father's cold hand in his, while upon his dark
face came a shadow of genuine emotion.
About moneyT' asked the young man.
"1 remember, father, and I promise you
that if I'm ahle to do as you've been advising,
I'll turn over a new leaf and be an honest
man."
"That's it, Nick; that's the talk; now
good-by, my boy; good-by, lad."
"Good-by, father, and good luck to you,"
and Nick turned away with more human
feeling working in his breast than he had
knowu in many a wicked year.
At sunset Stephen Baybridge died.
A few days later his son Nick, better
known to the prison authorities as No. 35 of
the foundry gang, contrived, while filling
the mold for a casting, to pour a quantity of
the molten metal over his left arm and hand,
burning himself severely and putting all
possibility of work for several woeks out of
tho question. Ho was at once removed to
the hospital ward, and the same physician
who had closed the father's eyes was summoned
to atteud the sou.
"A bad burn, Baybridge. You will be
laid up a week, at least Your father used
to make himself sickVn purpose, and did it
once too often. We can's suspect you of the
same trick, though, with such a burn as this
to show."
"It ain't likely," groaned 85, writhing in
agony as the doctor dressed his wounds.
Ten days later the burns had so far healed
that 85 was informed he would be returned
to his cell the next morning. The news took
him a little by surprise, as he had calculated
upon a longer convalescence, but he was prepared.
A foundryman with sand molds and molten
iron at his command finds little trouble
in manufacturing a key, and a bettter one,
too, than those formed of knife blades, candlesticks,
theme? frame of pictures, or a
dozen other unlikely materials, by which
prison doors have been unlocked and miraculous
escapes effected. The story of Bruce's
spider loses all its marvel as one reads our
prison reports.
Besides the key, 85 had possessed himself
of a short, stout bar of iron, which
he wore bound upon his back when
he was brought to the hospital, and I
had since secreted beneath his mattress. This ,
he carried in his right hand as he effected his ;
escape, and hud any obstacle presented ltBelf
in human shape, the gleam of 35's dark eyes,
and the feline readiness of every motion,
suggested the course events might take and
the consequences likely to ensue.
But by good or ill fortune, as one views
the question from the side of convict or
keeper, no one was in the way of the well
planned and adroitly executed escape, and in
the darkest hour of a black autumnal night
Nick Baybridgo reached the summit of the
wall dividing him from the world.
A temporary staging left by the masons
who were repairing the stone work helped
him to surmount it, but no such aid was to be
expected upon the other side, nor had 85 been
able to provide himself with a rope, even if
there had lieen any means of fastening it.
"Here's for luck!" muttered Nick in lieu of
a prayer; and lowering himself from the coping
by his hands ho hung for a moment and
then dropped upon a heap of broken iron
castings full of sharp edges and jagged
points.
"I'm done for," muttered Nick, grimly
suppressing a groan of anguish as the sentry
above his head paced slowly along the wall,
and paused to listen for the sequel of the
voice ho had heard.
"I won't die here; I won't give them that
comfort I'll get to the water and drop over.
As good one way as another."
So muttering between his clenched teeth,
the man, brave as any brute, gathered his
poor broken and bleeding body together and
trailed it inch by inch along the pavement,
leaving a dismal track behind him, toward
the turbid tide rolling not 300 feet from the
spot wnero 110 nau uroppeo.
But the anguish and the exertion were too
great, and half way he fainted, and lay
there, his faco upon the earth, half naked
and wounded to the death?a horrible sight.
An hour went by, and brought the dawn.
Before the dawn had grown to daylight a
young girl came tripping along the silent
street and paused at the beginning of the
bridge.
"Just 5. It's time for father now," said
she, listening for the sound of wheels. Then,
as nothing was to be heard, she began to look
about her, noticing the odd effects of familiar
objects in tho half light, and so came upon
the prostrate figure of the dying felon in his
prison dress.
Tho dress, tho hour, the mangled form,
grouped themselves suggestively in the girl's
quick brain, and her second glance was
toward tho prison walls rising gloomy and
forbidding close behind her. No unusual
stir was apparent, und Louisa Wylie, snatching
tho gray plaid from her own shoulders,
threw it over tho figure at her foet, murmuring
defiantly:
"They haven't missed him yet, and they
shan't get him again if I can help it. Poor
creature!"
Just then tho rumble of wheels passing
from the paved street to the wooden bridge
was heard in tho distance, and at the same
moment poor Jo stirred in his swoon and
moaned drearily. Both wero sounds of
promise, and Louisa hastened to lay the
wounded man's head in an easier position,
and then stood up looking eagerly down tho
bridge. A covered country wagon, drawn
by a comfortablo plow horso, was slowly approaching.
Louisa could not wait, aud ran
to meet it. Two men wero upon tho seat, one
a white haired patriarch, the other a good
looking young gentleman, who, at sight of
tho girl, uttered an exclamation of great
surprise, and mode a movement as if to
spring to tho ground. Tho old man drew the
nlcn in nct/inichmonf.*
"Why, Loo! how came you here?"
"I knew you would drive over the bi idge
on your way into the city with the mr rkefc
stuff, and I wanted to see you about something
that wouldn't wait, and so I came out
to meet you, father; but what I want now is
that you should take up this man and--and
j hide him somewhere."
"What man? Hide him?" helplessly repeated
the old farmer, staring about him in
hewilderment, while tho younger man
sprang to the ground.
"What is it, Miss Louisa? Let me ielp
you," suid he, going close to the girl, who,
pointing back at the prostrate figure, said,
resolutely:
"I suppose ho has escaped from the j'ate
prison, but ho is terribly hurt, and perhaps
dying. They shall not get him if I can help
it, and I want father to put him in the
wagon and carry him right homa I'll go,
too."
"Sho, Louizy, I shan't do any such thing.
What, lose all my marketing for the sake of
helping a gallows bird to escapel I'd be well
set to work doing that, shouldn't II" exclaimed
the old man, indignantly, and his
I daughter replied:
"Indeed you would be, father. No matter
'what he has done, he is wounded, suffering,
dying lx?fore our eyes Would you carry him
back tQ the very prison he has killed himself
in trying to escape? Oh, father, would you,
could you bo so cruel and unfeeling f
*
"Well, but you see, Loulzy, be afn't nothin'
to us, and I've got all my green stuff in the
back of the wagon"
"Ask me, and I will help you, Louisa,"
said a low voice at her elbow, and Louisa,
turning, fixed her indignant, honest eyes
upon the face of the young man as she replied:
"Well, John Merton, I do ask you to help
me, and 1 offer you my best thanks in advance
for doing so."
"I think, Mr. Wylie, wo might make room
at the back of tho wagon for tho poor fellow,
and if you don't mind going three or four
miles out of tho way I will take tho risk of
carrying him to my mother's house, since
Miss Louisa is so resolved upon rescuing him.
And any loss that you may experience in
your marketing"
The rest of the sentence was spoken softly
in the^ ear of the old farmer, who, nodding
twice or thrice in reply, stiffly dismounted
from his driving seat, and, going round to
tho back of the wagon, began to unbutton
the curtain and move round tho various
boxes and baskets stowed behind it.
Meantime the two young people had approached
and bent over the convict, now
conscious of his sufferings and his danger,
and watchimr their motions with the keen.
anxious eye of a trapped animal who sees hia
captorB approaching.
"You are dreadfully hurt, aren't your
asked Louisa, faltering for the first time as
she saw the pool of blood oozing from beneath
the crushed figure.
"Yes. Are you going to carry me back?"
, "Won't you be better taken care of there
than anywhere else! Do you mind very
much where you go?" asked John Merton,
restraining the girl by a warning look. 1
"Mind? Of course I do. I'd rather die
here. Hide me away somewhere, and I'll pay
you handsome," gasped poor 85, clutching
with his one hand at the secret upon his
breast.
At this proposition Merton smiled contemptuously,
Louisa reproachfully.
"We do not want to be paid," said she.
"Even if you could pay us," added he.
No. 35 smiled dubiously at both speakers,
but made no reply. Then, with Farmer
Wylie's help, and even some assistance from
Louisa. Merton got his charge into the
wagon, and, with his foot upon the step,
turned to say:
"Mr. Wylie, you had better go home with
Miss Louisa to her rooms, and I will call
there for you as soon as I can. It may be
best for you not to have more to do in this
business than cau be helped."
"I reckon s6; and make the best of it, I'm
a loser by the hurt ray stuff will take jolting
six mixes exx>ra, jetting aioco getting in late
for the market," grumbled the old man, but
his daughter checked him.
"Oh, father, when a man's life and mortal
agony are in question, can we care for a little
more or less trouble and loss?"
"Well, I'll go home with you, Louizy, and,
John, you come as quick as you can." And
Mr. Wylie, taking his daughter's arm,
plodded along in the direction of her lodgings,
while John Merton drove rapidly yet
carefully away in the opposite direction.
"And what was you coming to meet me on
the bridge for, Louizy? Ain't you doing well
at your work?"
"Oh, yes, father. I have more photographs
to color than I can do, and my business
with you was about just that Mr.
Waters is going to Havana next Thursday
to take photographs of phces and people,
and ho wants me to go, too. Ho says no ono
else does the work as well, and he will pay
me handsomely, besides my expenses. But I
must decide today, as he will have to look for
some ono else if I cannot go."
"Then he's bound to go, any way?"
"Oh, yes, and he will take some ono to
paint his photographs."
"Then it might as well bo you as any one,
for if you stop to home you'll lose his work,"
said the farmer, shrewdly; and Louisa answered,
with New England self confidence
and self respect:
"There's no trouble about that, father. I
shall always get as much work as I can do, I
think."
"But you can't go alone with this man,"
suggested the father, suddenly.
"Oh, no; Mrs. Waters is going, of course."
"Well, I don't see but what you might as
well go, then, Louizy," said Farmer Wylie;
and so was decided an important step in the
matter of the secret confided by the Spanish
sailor to his confessor, by the confessor to
Stephen Baybridge, and by him to his son
Nick, or No. 35.
An hour later John Merton called at Miss
Wylie's lodgings, and after surrendering the
horse and wagon to their impatient owner
ho informed her that their wretched charge
had arrived at the cottage, terribly shaken
and exhausted, both by his hurts and by the
drive, and that although his mother had '
willingly accepted the charge he had put
upon her, ho felt that it was too arduous a
one, and should, after a brief visit to the
city, go homo for the rest of the day.
Also ho informed her that the dying man?
for suck ho considered the convict?had expressed
a very ardent desire to seo the "young
woman who spoke so pleasant" to him in his
first conscious moments, and to whom ho had
something of tho greatest importance to reveal.
"Some message for his friends, I suppose,"
said Louisa, thoughtfully. "I
can hardly leave home today, for I must begin
to get ready for my journey;" and then
she told her plan to the young man, who
listened attentively, and replied:
"All tho more reason you should go home
with mo today, to bid my mother good-by;
and I, too, have something important to soy
to you, Louisa, before you go. I went out to
the farm yesterday on purpose to speak to
your father and mother, and intended when
I rode in this morning with Mr. Wylio, to
ask you to go out to my mother's today.
Will you come?"
"I could not go merely for pleasure, John,
but I will go to see this poor dying man,"
said Louisa, coloring scarlet, but meeting the
young man's meaning glance fully and fearlessly.
"Then I will call for you at 10 o'clock,
shr.ll I?"
"Yes, if you please."
P.ut at 10 o'clock as they passed through
the city streets to the horse cam every wall
confronted them with placards announcing
tho escape of Nicholas Baybridgo from the
state prison, describing his person and dress,
r nd offering a large reward for his apprehension.
"You must not tell until he is dead, John,"
said Louisa, anxiously. "He cannot live
many days, and they should be spent in
lieace."
"They shall not bo disturbed, Louisa,"
said the young man, and resolved to keep
his word at any sacrifice, but none was
needed, for, like many other very transparent
secrets, the true story of No. 35'sescape
was nevor known, and the authorities
wisely decided to identify him with the body
of a man found floating in the dock next
day, as poor Nick had fully intended himself
to be found.
Arrived at the cottage, Louisa, after a
brief conversation with Mrs. Mcrton, asked
to be allowed to see the sick man.
"It's a shocking sight for you, dear," said
tender hearted Mrs. Merton. "But he has
done nothing but ask for you since John
went away. He's sinking fast, poor fellow,
and the doctor says?I would send for old
Dr. Spear, though the man declared ho
wouldn't have any one?the doctor says ho
never will see sunrise again."
"Poor man! And such a horrible death.
Let us go to him at once, Mrs. Merton, if I
can say or do anything to comfort him," said
Louisa, pale, but very resolute, nor did she
shrink or falter when, standing beside the
bed, she looked for the first time full at tho
disfigured face und head, tho inaimed and
broken jifctns and heaving chest of tho injured
man.
"You were asking for me, they said. Can
I do anything for you?" inquired she.
Tho convict opened his heavy, blood
shotten eyes, and looked earnestly up into
her face.
"It's come round curious, that you should
be the one to get it, after all," said he.
"Get what?" asked Louisa, gently.
"What I'm going to give you. The old
woman would have a doctor; I didn't want
one because 1 thought he'd blow on mo, and
I ain't a-going back to the prison anyway.
But the doctor said he wouldn't get round so
as to report me before night, and by that
time I'd be out of danger."
"Out of danger of arrest?"
"Out of danger of anything that we
know about. Tho old man spoke solemn
to me the other day when he lay as I lay
now, but I didn't feel it then. You don't till
it comes your own turn. He went off at sun
down, the parson said May bo 1 shall, too.
But, Lord, what a lark it is for me to be laying
here In this clean white bed. with posy
pots, and pictures, and easy chairs, and curtains
all about me. I never slept in such a
room in my life, and to think of only getting
in here to die. Now, that's just my luck,
just my confounded luck."
"I wouldn't talk in that way now," said
the young girl, with a sort of kindly severity
of tone.
"Why not? You ain't 0110 of tho overly *
pious folks that think a poor fellow is going
straight to the bad if he says a strong word
or so, are you?" asked 35, in a tone of some
disgust, but added, impatiently:
"Well, it don't matter. I've got to go, and
I can't take it with me, and you was good to
me, and made that fellow help mo. and you're
tho first decent woman I ever had a chance
of doing a good turn to, ? even speaking to.
More than all, you're good looking?first
rate."
He rolled his languid eyes upon her face
with a look of critical admiration. Louisa
met it as unblushingly as a bird upon a tree
might have done.
"What are you talking about?" asked she.
"Well?about?this." And as he spoke,.
the convict, with movements whose agony
betrayed Itself " upon his writlfiiig 'features,'M
drew from bis bosom a little leathern reliquary
In the shape of a heart. It was fastened
about his neck by a thong, also of leather,
hardened and blackened by much wear,
almost to the texture of iron.
"Cut the line and rip open the bag. There's
a fortune inside and it's yours. I give it to
you, because you was good to ma 0 Lord I
O Lord! I can't stand this. I'm going now,
snre."
A terrible access of pain cut off all further
speech, and Louisa hastily summoned assistance,
but no assistance could now avail.
Poor 85 lingered a few hours, at first in torture,
then in the fatal ease that precedes
death from internal injuries. During this
interval he called Louisa to bis side and
feebly asked:
"Well, what was in it7"
"The little case? I have not opened it"
"Open it now?send the rest of the folks
away," whispered No. 35; and Louisa, requesting
Mrs. Morton and John to leave her
alone with the patiout for a few moments,
brought the reliquary and a scissors to the
bedside.
"Shall I cut it open?" asked she.
"Yes, and quick, too."
Without reply Louisa ran the scissors about
the edge of the little cose and opened it upon
her band.
"A lock of hair, a scrap of cloth, a bit of?
evergreen, I should say?and a folded paper
covered with writing," enumerated she, turning
over the contents.
"The paper?read it out aloud?the other
stuff is the priest's nonsense?read!" gasped
85, almost at the last now.
With a hasty glance at his cadaverous face
Louisa obeyed. The paper was very fine and
thin, and the writing very faint, so that it
was with difficulty she decipl^red and read
out these words:
14 A nfoniA CInroio hoinrr in rfrnmic r?rm_
fessed to mo that ho. with others, caused the
wreck of the Brazilian treasuro ship, the
Three Kings of Cologne, upon' the eastern
end of a small island or key, known as Los
Demonis, within fifty miles of the island of
Cuba, the Three Kings being bound for
Havana. Garcia and four others secured the
princely amount of the treasure, mostly in
diamonds and other jewels, with some bullion,
confined the rest of the crew and officers
under hatches, seized one of the ship's boats,
and escaped, leaving tho vessel in a sinking
condition. After much danger and delay
they landed at a point forty-seven miles east
of tho town of San Juan de Ios Remedios, beneath
a tall cliff called, in the langunge of
tho country, 11 Cavallo Blanco, or the White
Horse. Here, being in much doubt as to
their treatment by the natives, and of the
time when they should escajio from among
them, they agreed to hide their treasuro in a
grotto or cavern half way up tho cliff, and
not to bo seen either from its Imso or its
crest, but marked by n deep crevice in tho
faco of the rock pointing like a linger from
tho summit downward, tho said cavern being
discovered by Garcia himself while searching
for birds' eggs to assuage tho extreme
hunger of hijnself and his comrades. And
the boxes of treasure are hidden under a
large stone, like a bench, across tho end of
tho cave. But the cave can only be reached
by stopping from a boat at high tide to a
projecting rock, and then scaling tho face of
tho cliff. And said Garcia bequeaths this entiro
treasuro to tho use and benefit of the
Holy Church, he being the heir of his comrades,
who unfortunately died within a few
days after concealing the treasure, and before
leaving the island of Cuba."
Hero abruptly ended tho memorandum of
tho priest, evidently a mere abstract, taken
down just after hearing the confession of
the dying man, and designed to fix the information
given by him beyond tho chance
of forgetfulness or mistake.
"And do you suppose it is still there, and
do you mean to give it to me?" asked Louisa,
o? eVio ftnichn/1 t*?nrlin<r nnrl rniRPfl hpr AVPS t<">
the face of her attentive listener.
That face was already awful with the impress
of death; the eyes that met hers had
fixed in a glassy stare of admiration, too horrible
for even the well strung uerves of the
New England girL She uttered a low cry,
and fled from the room, convulsively grasping
the scrap of crumpled paper, which had
become her warrant of a princely fortune.
A week later Louisa Wylie sailed with Mr.
and Mrs. Waters for Havana. In the same
steamer, but not in the same party, sailed
John Merton, the junior partner of a flourishing
legal firm in Boston. Ho went, as ho
took occasion to state, upon professional
business, and, in so stating, told the exact
truth, his employer being Miss Wylie, and
his business the investigation of Antonio
Garcia's story and the discovery of the owners,
or rather the heirs of the owuers, of the
ship Three Kings of Cologne.
Arrived in Havana, Mr. Waters went soberly
to work at the business which had
taken him there, and Miss Wylie devoted
herself to his assistance as steadily and as
conscientiously as she had ever done in her
life.
Mr. Morton meantime busied himself with
his own alTairs, and at the end of ten days
came to reportprogress to his employer.
"I find," said he, "that the ship Three
Kings of Cologne was actually owned hero
in Havana, fifty years ago, by a wealthy
firm styled Ramirez Bros. The ship was
wrecked, and the treasure she contained absolutely
lost, it is supposed. The solo survivor
of the family of Ramirez is a young
man, wealthy, handsomo and unmarried,
who neither needs nor misses tho fortune of
which Antonio Garcia robbod his grandfather."
"What will you do next?"
"Have you not been to see Ramirez?" asked
Louisa, in somo surprise.
"No, certainly not, until I know your desire."
"Why, you knew it beforehand."
"But the circumstances are different from
what we imagined possible. This property,
if indeed it exists at all, is fairly yours, all
other claim being outlawed long ago, and
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misses this"
"John, what are you talking about? Has
ten days among these deceitful and intriguing
people changed your honest and upright
heart to"
For the first time since ho know her tho
clear, round voico faltered, and tho bravo
eyes filled up with tears, half of sorrow, half
of shame. John flushed scarlet, and left tho
room without a word. An hour later ho roturucd,
accompanied by a superbly handsome
and courtly gentleman.
"Miss Wylie, this is Sig. Ramirez, to
whom I have given only a hintof thestrango
story you have to relate to him," said tho
lawyer.
"I am very glad to sco you, sir, and hopo
that I havo good news for you," began
Louisa, and then, clearly and briefly, and
without ono word of sentiment or one suggestion
of any other course possible for her
to pursue, she repeated tho story of Nick
Baybridge's escajte from prison, his constituting
her his heir, the priest's abstract of Antonio
Gareia's confession, and finally sho
ended by placing the pa|ier in tho hands of
tho young Spaniard, who had sat listening to
her with his great melancholy eyes open to
their fullest extent, and his face lighted with
the most active emotion it had ever expressed.
"And you have come to Habana to restore
this property to me, its so doubtful owner or
heir?" asked lie, at length.
"No; 1 cnino upon my own business, but I,
of course, determined to see you and tell you
about the hidden treasure. This gentleman,
Mr. Merton, a lawyer by profession, came on
purpose to seo to it," said Louisa, indifferently.
"My thanks, and something more, shall bo
laid at the feet of tho Sig. Merton," said the
hidalgo, with rather a patronizing bow to
the lawyer. "But," added he in another
tone, as his eyes traveled back to the young
girl's handsome face, "but you, siguora?I
have no word of thanks for you."
"I assure you, sir, I do not wish for or expect
any. Tho ship was yours or your
grandfather's, and when I happened to hear
what had become of the treasure, it was no
great trouble to let you know, especially as I
was here. I hopo you will find tho diamonds,
etc., all safe."
"Thanks, signora," replied tho Spaniard,
his eyes fked in unabated astonishment upon
viAitfVionn tnnr\ wtoin fuller rn/1 rlnninrf
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beneath his gaze, until, rising, Louisa said:
"Thanks, signora."
"Now 1 will beg you to excuse me, as I
have work to do before sunset," and left the
room.
"Work 1 The lady works?" asked Ramirez,
turning with n puzzled glance to Merton.who
hastened to explain.
"Ahl what shame for her to work. And
all this money in her hands, if sho had closed
them upon it!" exclaimed the Spaniard;
and, after a moment's thought, he approached
the young American, and, laying a
finger confidentially upon his arm, asked:
"Sho is not married?"
"No."
"Or affianced?"
"No," said John Morton, closing his teeth
firmly upon the monosyllable.
Sig. Ramirez nodded twice or thrice,
and then asked somo shrewd questions about
the business in hand; uor was Miss Wylie
again alluded to between the two men.
Another week went by, and Mr. Waters
having nearly finished the business that had
brought him to Havana, was talking of the
return voyage, when Sig. Jacinto Ramirez
sent to beg a private interview with Miss
Wvlie.
It was conceded at once, and Louisa
learned, much to her gratification, that tho
information had indeed proved worth a fortune
to tho heir of old Ruy Ramirez and his
brother Jago, owners of the Three Kings of
Cologne; for the precious freight of that unfortunate
vessel had been so securely hidden
by the mutineers as to remain undiscovered
until the moment when Don Ramirez himself,
aided by two trusted slaves, removed
the large stone like a bench across tho end of
tho cave beneath which it lay concealed.
"The treasure is vast, signora," added tho
Spaniard, fixing his dark eyes upon those of
the woman who had brought this fortune to
him with such unconscious and disdainful
honesty.
"But yet not enough. Signora, I value
this fair hand for above all tho magnificent
gifts you have bestowed upon mo. Will you
add it to them?"
"Sir?why, did not you know"
"What, signoraT'
"Well, nothing yet; but if I over marry,
' sir, it will bo but one man."
"And that man, signora?"
"You should not ask such a question, Mr.
Ramirez. It is not you."
"That is enough, signora."
"No; but you should not bo offended, sir,
although 1 know my manner is somewhat
rude and hluut. That is my birthright, as
courtesy is yours. Forgive me if 1 have hurt
you, signor."
Sho came close to him, put both her hands
in his, and raised hor clear, bright eyes to
meet his astonished gazo. *
"How different you aro from my countrywomen.
Oh, signora, bo gracious, and think,
at least, upon my offer of hand, and heart,
and lifo. You do not know mo yet."
"But, sir, 1 told you that I lovo some one
elso, and never shall dream of marrying any
man but that one," said Louisa, with decision.
"And be?docs ho? F stammered Ramirez.
"Does ho love moF suggested Louisa,
blushing rosy red. "I think so?I hopo so."
"It is the notary," muttered Ramirez.
"Good-by, signor. I hope you will be very
happy, and find a very good and truo woman
to be your wife," said Louisa, again offering
her hand.
"Signora, I wish no wife but you," replied
tho Spaniard, raising the hand to his lips.
And so they parted, not to meet again.
That evening John Merton olfered himself
to Louisa Wylie, and was accepted.
"I would not ask until after Don Ramirez,
for ho had far more to offer than 1 shall ever
have," said the happy lover at last.
"Had ho John Merton to offerf asked
Louisa, with a smile.
They did not meet again, but on her wedding
day, Louisa Wylie received from Don
Jacinto Ramirez the gift of a wonderful paruro
of diamonds, and the deed of gift of
$100,000, "a sum very poorly representing
her due share of a certain property lost to
the family of Ramirez but for her exertions."
So ran tho deed, but Louisa, in accepting
it, wrote with her own hand to Sig. Don
Ramirez that it was only as a free gift, and
not in the least as restitution, that she could
accept it, and thank him for it mast heartily.
"Men have died, and worms have eaten
them, but not for love," and the signor was
married last week to a charming New England
girl whom he met at Nowport.
Let us wish him happiness as great as that
of our friends John and Louisa Merton, for
wo can suggest no question.
Male Pockets.?The full-dressed
male animal abounds in pockets; he
has coat pockets, vest pockets and
pants pockets; breast pockets, side
pockets, hind pockets, hip pockets,
pockets it) the overcoat, his ulster
and his rubber overalls; never less
than sixteen to twenty of these economical
hiding places for lots of articles?cash
in loose change, cash in
bills, lawyers' briefs, sermons, tradesmen's
accounts, doctors' prescriptions,
architect'sdrawings, ,tax|gatherers'
list, blank books of all sorts
and sizes, enough to stock a bookseller's
stall or a merchant's counting
room. All kinds of pocket articles
are enumerated and defined in the
dictionary?pocket comb, pocket
compass, pocket pistol, pocket knife,
pocket money, pocket glass, pocket
volumes, pocket inkstand, pen, pencil
and the like. A school boy's
pockets are a curiosity; a repository
for nails, balls, jackknives, gingerbread
and apple cores, fishing twine
and angle worms, and as he grows
older, billets from the girls, excuses
from his mother and extra problems j
from his teacher. A female lecturer i
of some celebrity said "the only i
thing for which she envied a man
was his multitude of pockets."?
[Troy Times.
a?*"Is there anything you can
leave off the bill of fare?" asked the
careful landlord of hissteward. "No,
sir. I've marked off most of the
dishes now, and have added the salt
and pepper to the list of relishes."
"Have you announced that all meals
sent to rooms will be charged extra?"
"I have, sir." "And the guests are
not allowed to take fruit from the
table?" "Yes, sir." "You might
add that no second orders will be
filled." "It is done, sir." "Then
that is all, unless you speak of the
toothpicks. We mustn't be too particular
in serving the public. You
can mark toothpicks free."
^ttiscrllaucous Reading.
For the Yorkville Enquirer.
REMINISCENCES OF WESTERN YORK.
Scarcely had the war began, before
counter-influences were brought to
bear upon its success. The idea of a
"Conscript law" was conceived by
the Richmond Examiner, and by
that paperput forward in all its plausibility.
Other leading papers took
the matter in hand, and as a result,
ou the 16th day of April, 1862, it
passed the Confederate Congress, received
the President's sanction, and
bee ..ne a law. It provided for the j
enrollment of all able-bodied men
between the ages of IS and So years.
It is needless to say that this law met
bitter opposition from many influential
men throughout the Confederacy.
An estimate made by the war department
from the muster rolls and
from such data as it had in its possession,
convinced the authorities that
an army .sufficiently strong to cope
with that of the Federals could be
raised by this means.
The time of enlistment of the first
troops to volunteer was coming to a
close, and the army must be kept
intact. As McClellan was drawing
his military coil around the Confederate
capital, our people ignored the
"conscript act," and the young men
and others within the age, made
choice of their commands and went
to them. They went, not as "conscripts,"
but as volunteers. Thus, at
the opening of that campaign, the
different regiments and other commands
were re-organized, and when
Gen. Lee took com mand of the Army
of Northern Virginia, in front of
Richmond, after Gen. Joseph E.
Johnston had been wounded at the
battle of "Seven Pines," he (Lee)
could truthfully have said of his
army, as "fighting" Joe Hooker said
of his a year afterward, that he
(Hooker) commanded the finestarmy
on the planet. ,
Our people at home had labored
assiduously to equip our army for
the ordeal through which it was to
pass in removing McClellan from his
strong position. The privations at
home were kept secret from the
MAIJ'oMA ? V> f U/\ ^ ril fl WAnfo f HI
SUJUJCJ3 ill IIIC I1CIU. J. tticmo wicu
to be cheerful that their soldier boys
might have no anxiety for them.
Sisters wrote cheerful letters and reminded
their brothers that their
cause depended upon their fidelity.
Butthi9 was not to be the case long,
as we shall now see.
In vain we search our country's
history for such a case of demagogism
as the enactment of the "Conscript
law," to which we have just
called the reader's attention. It was
beyond doubt the most damnable
piece of legislation that ever blackened
the bright escutcheon of American
statesmanship. It was thequintessence
of slavery itself. The volunteersoldier
could no longerstand upon
his dignity as such. He felt that his
country distrusted his loyalty to its
flag. The son was torn from the
arms of his mother, and the husband
from the fond embrace of his
wife and children by its cruel provisions.
Many a delicate youth was
ushered into the army and to an
untimely grave by its rigid exactions.
Discontentment was inexorable.
It permeated both the ranks of
the army and the home circle at the
same time and in the same way.
Greater sacrifices must be made.
The Government demanded its supportand
the people voluntarily yielded
to its request. Provisions and
army supplies were turned over to
the commissary department with
marked liberality. Espionage crept
into treacherous and jealous hearts,
and the "whys" and "wherefores"
that certain people were not in the
army were freely and fully discussed.
The conscript officers were besieged
by those who wished to keep out
themselves and get others in the
army; and thus dissention and disifo
iin\i?lr in mil* mlHof
CUI'U UC^illl us truin in uui ujiuuv<
An enemy in the rear is always demoralizing
to an army. It was in a
great measure the condition of affairs
among our people at home that defeated
our army. Everything was
chaos and despair towards the close,
and the march of Sherman's army
through the centre of our State, applying
torches to the property and
homes of defenseless (yet patriotic)
women and children, finally accomplished
what it failed to do with
firearms. Thus the early months of
18G5, witnessed the closing of one of
the most destructive wars, (both of
lives and property) recorded in modern
times. We expect yet to give
accounts of the personal courage of
some of those who took part in that
memorable struggle. J. l. s.
ADJOURNMENT OF CONOR ESS.
On the 20th instant, at 1 o'clock,
the first session of the Fiftieth Congreas
was ended?the longest continuous
session in the history of nearly
a century of Congress, having lasted
three hundred and twenty-one days.
The longest previous session ran
three hundred and two days, ending
September 30. Apart from the protracted
but interesting discussion of
the tariff question in both houses,
and the unparalleled deadlock in
consideration of the bill to refund
the direct tax, the session has been
remarkable in several ways, but in
none more than in the enormous
number of measures introduced in
both branches of Congress. In the
Senate 3,641 bills and 116 joint resolutions
were presented, and in the
House the record ran up to the unequaled
figures of 11,598 bills and 230
joint resolutions, making a grand
total of 15,585 measures introduced
in one session. In the Senate 2394
measures were reported back from
the committee and placed on the calendar,
a much larger proportion than
in the House, where 8,305 measures
of the total number of 11,828 introduced
still slumber in committee
rooms.
Of the measures introduced, but
few of public interest became laws.
Of these may be mentioned the bill
to authorize juries in United States
Circuit and District Courts to be used
interchangeably, and the bill to prohibit
the comingof Chinese laborers
to the United States.
In the . next stage, that is in the
conference between the two houses,
are two bills of the first importance,
na?nely: Repealing the pre-emption
and timber culture laws and providing
a general homestead law ; and
declaring the forfeiture of unearned
railroad land grants. Pending before
the Senate is the House tariff
and the Senate substitute. The Senate
passed bills to divide Dakota and
admit the southern half as a State,
and to aid common school education
(the Blair bill), but they never reached
the House for action.
There are also several bills unacted
upon on the Senate calendar, among
which the following are the more important:
To establish a United States
land court; to invest the surplus in
United States bonds; for the admission
of Montana and Washington territories;
to prohibit*alcoholic liquor
traffic; to declare trusts unlawful; to
establish a postal telegraph system,
(adversely reported from the committee).
The bill reported from the House
committee and still on the House
calendar, for refunding the direct
tax, will be taken up early in December
next, under an agreement by
which the memorable deadlock over
this bill was broken.
Of the Senate bills in committee
may be mentioned as important, the
bill for the free coinage of silver ; to
repeal arrears of pension limitation ;
to reduce letter postage to one cent;
to grant woman suffrage, and measures
proposing radical changes in the
government's financial policy.
The following are original House
bills which, likewise, never got out
of the committee : To repeal the internal
revenue laws and the tobacco
tax ; to prohibit the mailing of newspapers
containing lottery advertisements;
to lay a graduated income
tax; for a bounty on sugar; to repeal
the civil service law ; for the free
coinage of silver; to break up trusts,
and various measures proposing
changes in our pension, tariff and
financial laws.
A SINLESS FALL.
rr?u~ ?? 1: ? ?< t^n, T)i..n.
jLiie L'uu^irfcttiiuii ui j^iiv invci
church, a meeting-house, in an exceedingly
rural community about
seventy-five miles northwest of Chicago,
says the Arkansaw Traveler,
decided that a few new hymn-books
and gospel papers were needed, the
Rev. Anthony Nash should go to
Chicago and purchase them. Mr.
Nash, having never seen the city,
was exceedingly pleased with the
appointment. He knew, as all country
people do, how wicked a city is,
and he thought that by merely keeping
his eyes open he could find a text
for a great sermon.
lie was thrilled by the busy scenes,
and found delightful rest in the
parks. One morning, the third day
after his arrival, and while he was
wondering if he could reach the railway
station that afternoon in time
to catch the train, he strolled quite
a distance from the huisness centre
of the city. He looked at his watch,
and discovered with alarm, that he
only had four hours in which to catch
the train. The street cars were running
in the wrong direction. Just
then a patrol wagon came along.
There was only one policeman on
the seat.
"There's the baggage wagon and
the baggage-master," the preacher
mused. "I will get in and ride with
him."
He climbed into the wagon, without
attracting the attention of the policeman,
and took a seat. The wagon
stopped at a police station. A policeman
came up to the wagon, and
addressing the preacher, said:
"Come on here, now."
"Are you sure my books have been
sent to the depot ?"
"Come on, I tell you."
The policeman on the seat, half
drunk and half asleep, paid no attention
to the performance.
Mr. Nash got out of the wagon and
turned to go away, but the police?
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luau sei/itju miu, auu, 111 spue UI ma
struggles, took him to a cell.
The next day he was taken before
court. The policeman who had driven
the wagon?to show that he was
keenly alive to the interests of the
city?brought forward a charge of
drunkenness and disorderly conduct.
The honest preacher told his story.
The judge, the policeman and the reporters
laughed at him. He was
fined ten dollars, and the afternoon
papers devoted many mirth-provoking
lines to him.
When Mr. Nash reached home he
found an angry committee awaiting
him. He was immediately summoned
to appear before his congregation,
and by a rising vote was
robbed of his pulpit.
An Illustration.?"Put thou
my tears into a bottle," is the touching
prayer of the Psalmist. He who
notes the sparrow's fall will not overlook
the eyes that weep. The Psalmist
probably alludes to a custom
which still prevails in Persia, as of
old. They bottle up their tears in
thefollowingmanner: Asthemourners
are sitting around and weeping,
the master of ceremonies presents
each one with a piece of cotton wool,
I with which he wipes off his tears.
This cotton is afterwards squeezed
J into a bottle, and the tears are pre!
served as a powerful and efficacious
remedy for revivingadying man, after
every other means had failed. It
is also employed as a charm against
evil influences. The practice alluded
to was once universal, as is found by
the tear bottles which are found in
almost every ancient tomb; for the
ancients buried them with their dead
as a proof of their affection. There
is a fair land where all tears shall be
wiped away. Reader, are you going
thither??[Anon.
Controlling More Railroads.
Recently the Richmond and West
Point Terminal Railway and Warehouse
Company, more familiarly
known as the Richmond and Danville
system, obtained control of the
East Tennessee llailroad and its connections
; and only a few days later
the same company purchased the
entire capital stock of the Central
Georgia company?thus giving the
combination control of an extensive
system of rail and water lines, in
Virginia, North Carolina, South
Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia and
Alabama, aggregating 7,214* miles.
These roads and systems are as follows:
Richmond and West Point,
including Richmond and Danville
and leased lines, 16roads,3,094miles;
East Tennessee, Virginia and Georgia,
12 roads, 1,624 miles; Central,
of Georgia, 23 roads, 2,189* miles;
Georgia railroad and connections, 307
miles. It is probable that suits will
be entered to prevent the acquisition
by the Temiinal Company of the
East Tennessee and Georgia systems.
An Incident.?One evening last
Christmas a gentleman was strolling
along a street in Toronto with apparently
no object in view but to
pass the time. His attention Was attracted
by the remark of a little girl
to a companion in front of a fruit
stand: "I wish I had an orange for
ma." The gentleman saw that the
children, though poorly dressed, were
clean and neat, and calling them into
the store he loaded them with fruit
and candies. "What'syour name?"
asked one of the girls. "Why do
you want to Know querieu me gentleman.
"I want to pray for you,"
was the reply. The gentleman turned
to leave, scarce daring to speak,
when the little one added: "Well,
it don't matter, I suppose. God will
know you, anyhow."
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Life's Struggle.?Is life to be a
success or a failure? This is the
question with all. It is a struggle.
It is a hard one, and are you discouraged
and on the point of giving
up? If the crisis is upon you it is
the time for manly struggle?for decisive
efforts based on courageous
purposes. Here is hope. To give up
is to make life a failure; to hold on
is to gain heroic and triumphant
success. Stability will take the place
of fickleness and hesitancy, and the
struggle will not be in vain.?[Morning
Star. 4
A CAROLINA INDIAN CHIEF.
SOME ACCOVXT OF THOMAS MOltltlSOX,
CHIEF OF THE CATAWBA IXDIAXS.
[From the Sumter AUvance.]
Id January, 1887, the News and
Courier informed us that the Catawba
Indians were "on the law path."
They were not after the bloody scalp
of any pale face, but were looking up
a claim to 144,000 acres, which formerly
belonged to them, and to a good
part of which, I believe, they still
have a just claim. The Indian most
prominent in hunting up this claim
appears to have been Thomas Morrison,
chief of the Catawbas. A few
words about him and his people will
not be uninteresting to those of your
readers who are fond of our Indian
history, for chief Morrison is not only
a civilized, but is also a Carolina Indian
Chief.
Mr. A. E. Smith, of Rock Hill,
who is the agent for the Catawbas,
in a recent letter to the writer of
this article, says of these Indians :
"About 60 live on the reservation,
92 In all; the others are scattered
about at different points, but maintain
their identity. The reservation
contains 720 acres, situated in Catawba
township, in York county, on the
waters of Catawba river."
Last March the writer received an
interesting letter from James Harris
(one of the Catawbas) and from it we
learn that Chief Morrison went away
from his people when he was small
and returned in 1880. His wife was
dead when Harris wrote. She was
half Catawba. He was married in
the Choctaw Nation. Mr. Smith
writes, "Chief Morrison is about 45
years of age." The government of
the Catawbas is rather republican in
form: "In electing our chief," says
Harris in his entertaining letter, "we
hold a convention and appoint him,
then call a mass meeting and elect
him by voting." Harris says that
Thomas Morrison was elected chief,
as near as he could tell from memory,
on November 5th, 1886. The chieftaincy
of the Catawbas is something
more than an empty title ; again I
quote from Harris's letter, "the chief
has the authority to do all public business
for the tribe.whileothersdo not."
The newspapers mention two visits
that Chief Morrison has paid to Columbia
in the interest of his people;
both visits occurred last year, one in
January, the other in December. He
has manifested an earnest interest in
the rights and welfare of the Catawbas.
When he visited Columbia in
January, 1887, the Columbia Register,
speaking of him and another red
man who accompanied him, tells us:
"they were both clad in the habiliments
oT civilization and had nothing
about them to attract unusual
notice save their strongly marked
Indian features." The Chief was
mentioned as "being a man of more
than ordinary stature" and was
"very deaf' and "difficult to converse
with." The Columbia correspondent
of the Augusta Chronicle
has spoken of Chief Morrison as "an
intelligent Indian" and of his "having
served nobly through the war,
and rendered invaluable services as
a scout in the Confederate army."
From tlys we learn that Thomas
Morrison, besides being an Indian
chief, has also been an Indian warrior.
Such is a brief sketch of Thomas
Morrison, chief the Catawbas, a nation
of Indians who have been as
brave, if not braver, than were the
Mohicans, the same tribe which J.
Fenimore Cooper has immortalized
in that romance of all Indian romances?"The
last of the Mohicans."
Mcdonald jjurman.
Privateer township, Sept. 22,1888.
Substitutes for Kissing.?Some
rude races have strange substitutes
for kissing. Of a Mongol father, a
traveler writes: "Hesmelled from,
time to time the head of his youngest
son, a mark of paternal tenderness
usually among the Mongols instead
of embracing." In the Philippine
Islands, we are told, "the sense
of smell is developed to so great a
degree that they are able, by smelling
pocket-handkerchiefs, to tell to which
person they belong, and lovers, at
parting, exchange pieces of linen
they may be wearing, and, during
their separation, inhale the odor of
the beloved being." Among the
Cittagong Hill people, again, it is
said, the manner of kissing is peculiar.
Instead of pressing lip to lip,
they place the nose and mouth upon
the cheek and inhale the breath
strongly. Their form of speech is
not "Give me a kiss," but "Smell
me." In the same way, according
to another traveler, "the Burmese
do not kiss each other in the
western fashion, but apply the lips
and nose to the cheek, and make a
strong inhalation." Moreover, "the
Samoans salute by juxtaposition of
noses, accompanied not by a rub, but
a hearty smell." There is scripturral
precedent for such customs.
When blind Isaac was in doubt
whether the son who came to him
was Jacob or not, "he smelled the
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amen 01 nis rmiiinem, nuu uicsocu
him."
A Story of a Pair of Drumsticks.?After
the battle of Saratoga,
in 1777, a pair of drumsticks were
found by the side of a British drummer,
who had been killed. The
sticks were given to an American
drummer-boy, who used them,during
the remainder of the Revolutionary
war.
The boy became a man, and when
the war of 1812 began, he gave the
Saratoga sticks to his son. The latter
used them throughout the war of
1812, and they beat "the Americans
to Arms," at the battle of New Orleans,
in 1815. A grandson of the
Revolutionary drummer used the
same sticks in General Scott's army
during the Mexican war.
A great-grandson of the Revolutionary
drummer carried them for
four years during the late civil war,
and now they are in possession of Col.
Morrow, of Niles, Michigan.
The historical sticks were used at
a reunion of Michigan soldiers, at
Buchanan, in that State, on the 25th
of last August. One of the sticks is
made of camwood and the other of
raahogony. They are both sound,
though they are more than one hundred
years old.
A Smart Scholar.?A zealous
Suuday-school teacher who had endeavored
to teach her class of boys
lessons of temperance, in everyway
snowing inem ine iony aou uauger
of using intoxicating liquors, was
very much surprised one Sunday by
one of herboysexclaiming: "I have
been reading a book lately, teacher,
and it says that every boy ought to
drink, lie and steal!"
Of course the teacher was shocked
that any bodk should give such bad
advice, and inquired more particularly
into the matter, telling the boy
that such a book was not fit for him
to read.
Looking up at her with'an amused
smile, he replied: "Oh! 1 didn't tell
you all; it says that every boy ought
to drink nothing but cold water, lie
on a good bed, and steal away from
bad company. I think so, too; don't