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I VOLUME XXXVII. . CAMDEN, S. C., DECEMBER 19, 1878. NUMBER 23. I THE CAMDEN JOURNAL. Published Every Thursday At CAMDEN, S. C., by G. G. ALEXANDER. SUBSCRIPTION* RATES. (In Advance.) One Year 32 00 Six Month?* 1 25 DR. I. H. ALEXANDER, Dental Surgeon, radvat* of the philadelphia colleox i of dkhtal sorqekt. Office, Xextdoorto 6'o*mty Treasurer's Office, CAMDKNT, S. C. DR. T. BERWTCKTEGARE, v DE5TIST, GRADUATE OF THE BALTIMORE COLLEGE OF DENTAL SURGERY. OFFICE?DEKALB HOUSE. Entrance on Broad Street Wm, D TRANTHAM, ATTORNEY AT LAW, BROAD STEET, Cam den, S. C. J. T. HAY, ATTORNEY AT LAW AND Trial Justice Office over store of Messrs. Bnum Bros. Special attention given to the collection o! claims. J. W. DEPASS, ATTORNEY AT LAWvv H Q i AtD.n al U J ?i Trial Justice. nsiness of all kinds promptly transacted. W. L. DEPASS^ ATTORNEY AT LAW, CAMDEN, S. -C. . . Will practice In all the State and Federal Courts. Jan2Vtf T. H. CLARKE, ATTORNEY AT LAW, ; CAMDEN, S. C. Office?That formerly occupied by Capt. J. M. Davis. t ]an?tf PHOTOGRAPHS Mr. W. S. Alexander being in Camden on a short visit, will open his Gallery for the accommodation of his many friends and former patrons. Ho is prepared to take a? fine Photographs as caa Le made iu the State. Copying and enlarging also done in the best style. He has on hand a splendid assortment ef Picture Frames, Chromos, etc., for sale at the lowest cash prices. Give him a call. Tinnn^nrmf T TTAV rnLiiLiiitA. o. uax) Architect and Builder, .CAMDEN, S. C., WiTl famish plaaswfci estimates for all kind#?pf huiTdings?" Contracts taken at moderate figures, and promptly and carefully attended to. Orders left at the Cumdeji Journal office will receive immediate attention. Marchltf ~ JOHN C. WOLST, PLAIN, ORNAMENTAL, T. AND SIGN PAINTER, Paper Hanger ? Glazier, CAMDEN, S. C. sept23?12m Riddle's Hotel, LANCASTER C. H., S. C. Having purchased the Hotel formerly occupied w_ xi. rrnrt^tt. situated on Main street, I atn prepared to receive transient aud permanent j hoarders. Good accommodations at reasonable rates. Stables and Lots free to drovers. JanlOlf J. M. RIDDLE. . Be Sure t? Stop at the Latham House, AJIDE]f, S. C. (Transient Board, $2.00 pbr dat.) j EQ^Ample accomniodations. Tables supplied with the best the Markets afford. Every attention paid to the comfort of Guests. u&- Persons stopping at the Latham House will be conveyed to and from the depot free of charge. Passengers, without heavy baggage, will be conveyed to and from any part of the town, not above DeKalb street, at 25 cents. *- - ? :? - l ^g^Connectetf wun me nouse 10 * mo? > elas? Bar, which is located separately from the h?ase, and orderly kept. flj^Conreyances supplied io guests on liberal terms, either for city or country use. jan8-ly 8. B. LATHAM, Proprietor, j r9Wntehfif3tot7. Ucrol vrrx^_fl?CL \fy\ *2.50. Over 100 latest NowttiM A4 U noud. Sc.8uppljC?.N*?hvlUl,Tefca^^^r BOOTS, SHOES, *C.j The undersigned respectfully informs bis friends and the public generally that lie J may still be found at his shop, one door west of the postoffice, where he is prepared ? roeute nromDtlvand in the most stylish and durable maimer all jobs that may be given him. He will also make or repair harness, or in fact anything else in his line. He only solicits a call. * ISAAC YOUNG. Aug- 6?tf ^Twolfe, CHEAP DRY GOODS STORE. ALSO, Buys and pays the highest market price for green and dry cow hides, sheep, fox, otter, mink, raccoon and raftbit skins. Also, rags, wool, tallow, beeswax, old iron, brass, copper, Ac. janltf Wstpr-Piirifvinff Chain Pumo *? w* J Acknowledged to be superior to any other pump known. No valves to get out of or der. Bucket and chains made of galvanized maleable iron. The foulest water made pure by the use of this pump.- 10 feet or lfess. $1(H each additloua! foot, 50 cents. This pump may be examined at the Latham House. jan8-tf LATHM & PERKINS. **AAm tut A xr*i*b JBUUi XU.ilIVillxv, W. C. Young, having opened a shop on Bron'i Street, one door below K. J. McCreight k SoreGin Factorv, in Mr. G. S. Douglas' old store, 8oectfiUJv solicits the patronage of the jyiblic. will makew Pf > ?*.-? ,v * Boots, Shoes, Harness &c.j On the shortest nolibe aad in tiie most durable anuer. _ July ts^Sta r NOW. I Rise! For the day is passing While you be dreaming on, The others bare buckled their armor. Aud forth to the field hare gone; A place in the rank awaits yon, Each man has some part to play, The pastand the future are nothing In the face of the stern to-day. Rise from yonr dreams of the future, Of gaining some hard fought field, Of storming some airy fortress, Or bidding some giant yield; Your future has deeds of glory, Of honor (God grant it may !) But your arm will never be stronger Nor the need so great as to-day. RiBe! if the past detains you; Kcr sunshine and storms forget; No chains so unworthy to ho'd you As those of a vain regret; Sad or bright, she is lifeless ever, Cast her phantom arms away Nor look back save to learn the lesson Of a nobler strife to-day. Rise! for the day is passing; The low sound that you scarcely hear, Is the enemy marching to battle? Arise, for the foe is here. Stay not to sharpen yorr weapons Or the hourtfill atrilTe' atlast^ When Jfrom drains of coming battle. You may wake to find it past. Adeladt A tine Proctor. A Middle-aged Love Story. They Had come, a littlo group of friendly facep, to watch uie off, with waving handkerchiefs and kindly good-bjs; and I stood on the stern, sodding and waviog back, till the steamer 6wept down the river out of their sight. ' I kuevr that P should have their prayers that the great sea might be gentle with me; I knew they would watch the weather, and look for the telegram of the arrival of our ship; yet I knew I was taKing nothing from their lives, and that they each would go home naraiv missmj; ui^, w <* great wrench of heart that I saw the pilot put off froui us, and took the last look at tny native shores. During most of the passage I was just comfortably aea-sick, so I sat all the daylong tm a chair on deck. watching the white caps on the purple and green and blue waves that mounted and fell, down and up, Rway out to the horizon. I saw the shining nautiluses float by, and now and then a whale, or a shoal of porpoises, or a sail, speeding white and full across the water. I saw many good other things nearer by; for 1 didn't put ray eyes in my pocket along with ray shortsighted glflBSre; ot?d nobodj was "*"ery tikely ro j mind a middle aged woman in hood and water proof. The first thing I saw was a young girl, with dark -ayes and brown hair that, rippled itself into a tangle of rough curls wh'-n she took off her net. She wigs, ;not very pretty, nor so very brilliant; but there was a piquant charm about her that attracted half the passcngers before the first day was over. By the end of the second day, everybody. from the captain to the ship's surgeon, and from the cabin boy, was eager to show her attention; and everybody was met with the same smile and Jively retort. She won her way at once into my heart by the kindly thought that led her to bring me little r?*li-hes from the tabic to tempt my sickly appetite, and to soothe my forehead with bay water and gentle louehes of hpr shapely brown hands, where a great emerald glittered, encircled by dinmo"ds. Very soon she got iDto the habit of drnwing h?T nig beside my chair, and sitting on the deck leaning against me, so that I might "pet her," as she said. This is how it happened that my quiet comer came to be the centre of life and gayety and romance of the whole shipboard. Tt seemed this young girl, Rose Armour, was an only child and an orphan, going to an udcIc in Germany, her marest of kin. " T?onr heart! T hope her uncle will be wise as well as loving," said I to myself very often; for she seemed too fragile a bubble of humanity to drift on through life aloDe. I The tips of her brown curls were lighter thau the rest; and here and j there were little bright touches all over I her, as though the sun wre shir.ing in | spots on it One morning I sat coiling I these gleams of sunshine through my fingers, and watching a flock of Mother Carey's chickens skim restlessly ovpr the water, thinking these thoughts about Rosa, and having her soft presence alone to myself a few moments. Not many, * "inn nn came a New folding the wrap over the two. ! nevei saw so rough a sea as this a!] the vrtt) fr<?m Honolulu to ^an Francisco,' said he, loojtjnjr upon the pontic sm< ll of th< lazily-ni"Httj ippr wavps. Mlnngh !l-eria<i M:s? Arm ur. 'T an | aur.' the ocean i? as smooth as a uiit i pond !' f-j Oh ! r nrjipt as eon pared with thi Paeiiic? p? .oftVi. T: w.-,> rjphtly named ' We have Vol su -is. ii that a j! swc< p on lii-: Atlantic, but. on'y th< >1 troot est wt'SivTlV Breezes. It: N w Z^a J laud,' bo went on, 'we arc never tuo bo nowever; iui uw? _r Zeslander?of course there wo3 a New Zealander, or an Australian on our boat. 'You are very lovely, Miss Armour, snid he. 'Let me bring you a chair.' 'Thank you; I prefer to sit here on my rug and have Miss Wells pet me,' replied Rosa, turning -p . her eyes languidly. 'The deck is my favcrite seat, if I cart only have an excuse to sit on it.' "l* * ---J c-vm.if hin<? over vou,' 'J5UC you ncvu cv?- f, persisted the New Z*rlander, gnine j away and coming hack directly with his ! own heavy gray wrap. Then lie seated ! himself od a low camp stool beside her . T and never too cold. In fact, we never think of the weather. And the soil is the most fertile in the world.' 'Pity it is such an out of-the-way part of the earth that no body can live there,'said Miss Armour. your pardon, miss; there arc several English towns of thirty thousand inhabitants each, and we never think of ourselves as being out-of-the-way, but rather feel sorry for those who live so far off,' returned the other, bending his tall 6gure earnestly forward. Rosa leaned her nrettv hand towards kim in a confiding attitude of interest, and laughed. 'Oh, so you are the people, and wis dom is going to die with you,' said she. 'Hut what do you do out there in the heart of the universe ?' , 'We dig gold for one thing, and raise sheep for auothei'?millions and millions of them. From thirty to forty vessels or? constantly plying to England with the tallow and pressed wool.' 'What do you do w;tl all that mut-" ton ?' asked Rosa, looking idly at the light in the speaker's eyes. "v 'We use what we cau.' was the reply, 'and sometimes, I am sorry to say, we bury the flesh?not usually; but sometimes an order, will come to one furmer | for; a thousand sheep,Jif you please; and | all 'be can do is to clip ot the woo/, get out the fat and bury the carcasses.' \ ' Just then along came tho ship's surgeon, a blonde youth in uniform, with his' hair parted in the middle. 'Miss Armour,' said he, 'the gun is to be fired.off at the bow; will you come and see it done ?' Miss Armour started upat once,[turning the same half confiding glance and ready ernilc upon him she bad been giv ingi us. 'I am going to leare my rug with you; I shall couie back,' said she, beaming over her,shoulder upon mc as she took the surgeon's arm and went away. The New Zealander looked after her, tried to console himself by drawing his wrap in another fold across his knees, did'not succeed, and finally got up and werjt away. Of course it was not worth hisjwhile to make himself agreeable to a middle-aged woman in hood and waterproof. So I sat and looked at the like. nes? of a lake among the clouds, and tried to decide whether I had better take oat meal gruel or biscuit tea for my ! suppei; wondering the while, half unj consciously, about the old chord in my i memory that was always being struck by J a certain musical ring in the New ZealanderVvoice. After 7T0 -frtmr or co tko gun t fired; and presently Miss Armour came back, with the disorder of the strong sea-wind in her hair, and its freshness in her pretty pink cheeks. I Tve come as I said,' she murmured, dropping at my feet again, and 6miling up, as though she had got where she best loved to be, just such a smile as she would have given to the stokprs down in the engine room, or to the ship'e cat. i Hut it was lovely to look upon while it lasted; and wc middle-aged people have learned to warm ourselves io any chance ray of sunlight, without stopping to consider whether it is likely to be perpetual. This time tho bit of sunshine did not stay long, for there came up an artist with bis sketch book; and when Miss a l .j v>;? Armour nan tjuuiuieuiiy auuunu graphic pcnciliogs of the captain and the quartermaster, and the seasick occu pant of the upper berth, it was time to throw the lead; and so he bore I er off, to find out with her own 03*66 whether we were actually going at the rate of thirteen knots, or only twelve and a half. That was how the days went. The passengers read and paced the deck, played games and guessed riddles, and were always liUDgrv; the pilot stood steady and firm at the wheel; the sailors ran up and down about the rigging like overgrown spiders, aDd were forever scouring and scrubbing, tying and untying, drawing up and letting down. Thus at last we hud come safely almost to our desired haven; with fair sailing, we were just one day out frotn port, and fond as we had been of each other, we were getting impatient to port. Miss Armour, during the whole voy age, had kept on as sbe began, Deguniug every oue with her trick of lip and eye. They ran after her like boya at the string of a kite. Well, they had nothing better to do just then;, and when she had faded out as the rainbow fades, I had do doubt she would bo as easily forgotteu, or only as a midsummer's duy dream, by all, unless it misiht be a solitary warm-hearted man like the New Zealander. To tell the truth, I was a little sorry for him. Evidently, life had Dot brought him all it might, and he was hungry for the love and confidence that had never been his. So J was afraid he would miss the little I sparkle of girlhood and warm youth, I and find tli? void deeper when it had gone out. To the very last day. Rosa kept her place by ray chair; and to the very last i the New Zealander kept his place by [ her, when no one younger stepped in to , take her off, which was sure to be pretty often. Then, he always quietly r went away himself, with a kind of grave I regret on his fpcc. On this last room* ? in?r. Miss Armour had just, left us along wiih a yonnu lawyer, to drop oranges 1 : u<I Vmons anion:: th- -t-oniiro passen I rs, * lt*n 1 nutic' d the N> w Ze-lander looking after her with a .sadder ree gr<t than usual?almost a pain?in his . eyes! 1 P'-dH ace that without my 9 jrla.-se'. e 'N'nw ' aid I to myself, 'I hope ho - sn - j??ir ir to tret 6ofi?a sensible, ge:;? t iloujanly, ugfocubleTDao Hire bit^pv&Dti quite old enough to be her father!" An so I looked at him to see if he was, when suddenly he turned upon me. ^ 'At least you might have written, Agatha Wells !' said he sharply. I started, as you may think, to hear my own name epokeu aj^familiarly by a stranger; when, looking again, behold ! I saw beneath the btfcnre, and under wrinkles and behind thi-beard, a face that twenty years before was the dearest in the world to me^?the face of Duncan Ashley. We parted one day expecting to meet the next; but that evening he was called awav. and wrote iostcad of coining. In a letter he said, what he said before with hi.i eyes?yes, those same beautiful eyes?that I was the choice of his heart and the desire of his life. 'Answer me,'said be,-'I cannot wait till I see you.' So I answered?a long, foolish letter, though tliere was to need of writine; for he had read all I could say long before,. with those eyes of his. Then I watched and ^waited for him; but never saw hipa or fveard one word more. If yottlaro yqnng, you can imagine the slow dying 6f hope and expectation. And if yooTar'e old you know how such things can be'lived over, and hidden in secret graves. But no'w as though' the graves had been opened, and the judgment set, cliluc mis buuueu repjruvtumui ijucbiiuu \ip from the buried past. I fairly caught u?y breath, as I tinned back my eyes, and looked him iu the iaco agaio. _ e . 'Forgive me/ said he directly, in a gentler tone, 'I did not mean to speak. You brought it out 'with your eyes; that questioning turn was so familiar. Of course you were right, and I never blamed you. I never meant you to see me again; but the temptation to feel myself beside you, only to be in the soothing charm of your presence, was too great. It has been u blessiDg that I shall carry with me all the rest of my life.' He was rising to go awa^, But I put out my hand. 'I did write, Duncan Ashley/ said I; 'the letter must have.gone wrong.' 'You did ! you wrote!' he cried sinking back in his chair again, and looking.at me eagerly. 'What did you say ?' f 'There was only one thing I could say; and I said that, I aDswer?d, blushing os thougl} I had just written the letter. " A o.i**rfTe-?sr?d woman in hood and waterproof! But, dear mo ! it was only my face was middle-aged, after all; my heart is as young and silly as ever. And as for Duncan's face, the marks of care and thought and time fell off, leaving it only the eternal youth of love. Tt was the old story of a lost letter, and the older story of a proud man helievinr' himself fo be reiected and humiliated, und fleeing to the ends of the earth with his pain. 'Twenty precious years of n>y life wasted!' said my New Zealander.. ;Wo will not be separated another day while we both live. There is a clergyman among our passengers; and we will be married this very hour. This was so like his headlong decisions ! C"rtainly he did need a sober second-thought like me for a bal last, 'That cannot be!' I cried. 'The ceremony wouldn't be legal without a license or something And I would by no means do anything so sensational and conspicuous, .1 But bless your heart! I might as well have tried to wipe up the Atlantic with my pocket-handkerchief. He was so grieved, and so impatient (and, indeed, when one comes to think of it, twenty years is long enongh for an engagement,) that I finally dropped of my water-proof and sea sickness, and stood up behiod the biunaclc, and was married before eight bells that very morning?ring and all. Duncan pro* duced it from a small casket, where he had carried it in his waistcoat pocket for the whole twenty years. 'I never could bear to put the little thing away,' said he, looking at it tenderlv. Thonext day we came into port, with the sun shiniDg and our flags flying. There was a flurry of good-bys, a hoistiog of trucks, a welcoming of friends on the shore, and a glad hurrying to and fro. Among thereat was an instant's nestling of Miss Armour's lips on my check and a little cling of her hand in mine, the vanishing of a smile, and she was gone, like the flash of a fire-fly, out of sight forever. But whereeyer she is and however she fares, she has the daily blessing of two middle-aged hearts, whose way to each other she unconsciously lighted. A Marc Jumps Twenty-Three Feet. On Friday night the sorrell mare Maud and a two-year old bay mare, owned by Mr. George Leiper, of Leipersvillc, Cheater county, broke loose' from their pasture and got upoD the Philadeldhia, Wilmington & Baltimore Railroad track at Eddyatone. An up freight train overtook them near Patter?on's culvert, just below drum Creek. The colt was killed this side of the culvert. The mure Maud jumped the culvert. whjgh is twenty-three leet wide, but for all this nob!" act was struck and killed. Maud was th > fastest oorsoin Delaware county, having a record of 1:58. Mr. Leip-r refused an offer of 8500 for her last week?Heading 4 Colonel Crockett. "I never but once, said tbe Colonel, was in what I call a genuine quandary. Tt was during my electioneering for Congress, at which time I strolled about in the woods so particularly pcff? tered by politics that I forgot my rifle. Any man may forget bis rifle, you know; but it isn't every man who can make amends for his forgetfulness by his faculties. I guess. It chanced that I was strolling along, considerably d*-cp in congressional; the first thing that took my fancy was the snarling of some i young bears, which|proceded from the hollow of a tree; but I soon found that I could not reach the cubs with my hands nn T wcnl feet fnrnninst tn sec if I could draw them up by the toes. I hung on the top of the hole, straining with all might to reach them, until at last my hands slipped, and down I went more than twenty feet to the bottom of that hole', and there I found myself almost hip deep in a family of fine young bears. I soon found that I might as well undertake to climb up the greasiest part of a rainbow as to get back?the hole in tree being so large, and its sides so smuoth and slippery from the rain. Now this was a real, genuine, regular quandary. If so be I was to shout, it would have been doubtful whether they would hear mo at the settlement, and if they did hear me, the story would ruin my election; for they were a quality too cute to vole for a man that ventured into a place that he couldn't get himself out of. "Well, now, while I was calculating whether it was best to shout for help, or to wait in the bole until after election, I heard a kind of grumbling and growling overhead; and looking up, I saw the old bear coming down stern foremost upon mc. My motto is always 'go ahead !' and as soon as she lowered herself within my reach, I got a tight grip of her tail on my loft hand, and with my buck-bafted penknifoin the other, I commenced spurring her forward. I'll be shot if ever a member of Congress rose quicker in the world than I did! She took me out in the shake of lamb's tail."?Frontier Life. Under a Spell. The following school boy's composition has fallen into our hands, and we print it for the amusement of our younger readers. It was evidently written under a spell : Woman, the fairest and most perfect of God's Creation, was the means tjirquii-h the sentt'ot-nf *?*a? Ao'wobi^-t work or God God and his descendants into nn inextricable gulf of ruio. But although she by means of b'*r temptation ruined man,?yet what roniilrl hf> rmr Viplnlpss nnd lfirp ly condition if it were not for woman's cheery smiles and comforting presence, Our world would then truly be "A world of weeping and of woe." Women are gifted by the Almighty to relieve man's loneliness, and are as blessed help-meets to him in time of trouble ar.d affliction. She is a ministaring angel sent by God to minister to the wants of the guilty sons of a fullr ti race. Some say that women are not calculated to fill places ot honor and trust, but we see this nowhere verified in the past history of the world. Women have ruled the mightiest empires wi'li better ability than ever shown by man, and if her mental abilities are not so great, if her strength of resolution aiol power of will arc not so great as man's -1? ? i? J? ..u _ .* i ,?ir tiicii, v> ujr uuco one uu^iiit iit-1ac11 o\f honorably whenever tried ? We noewer because she never if ever reeeiv. s the education man does and for this reason superior to him. What would man be without woman is a question too hard for me, but if treated right and used well she is truly "Heaven's hist and best gift to mnn."?Exchange. A Professional Tiger-Slayer. D'Harnacourt, the great professional tiger-slayer, who is employed by Gr. at Britain, through the government of Singapore, to exercise his specialty, is a native of the United States, though of French extraction. His father havine been taken prisoner while with Napoleon in the Moscow campaigo, he waa sent to Siberia, whence he escaped and came to this country. The son was born on the plains of the far West, and early became a hunter, ranging in search of game over an immense territory. De? sirous to see the world, he went to s< a; was wrecked off Formosa, and badly treated by the natives of that islar d. An English captain induced him to visit Singapore, where he got his engagement, his price beiDg $50 per he-id for tigers. D'Harnacourt is saving money to go to Algeria, where he will he under French authority, and where ho can kill lions instead of tigers, as he covets the fame of a lion-slayer, and is desirous to rival Girard. The American Gaul is said to be not only fearless, but reckless, and has had many desperate encounters, from which good luck alone bas delivered him. He is ioclined to intemperance also, and it is not unlike Iv that some tiger will ere long hunt him with fatal success, and save him the trouble of a journey to Africa, A gentleman entered a grocery store at North Vernon, Ind., the other day and n*ked for a gallon of molasses. Rnvint: drawn it, the store-keeper asl him what he won Id rake it home o. "In ? y hat," promptly replied the c -e tomer, calmly holding out a uew s ik hat, into which the grocer, not to ie. ourdone in King ft - id. poured the flu :!. Then the customer jammed the hat <n the grocer's head, and. having thus t ?. cupied his attention, took what mou-y there wus'io the till rod departed. Bridging the Bloody Ohasm. A touching scene was witnessed at this place on last Wednesday while Judge Marks was speaking. Referring to the war he said: "I see before tne my gallant friend, Col. Byrd. During the late unhappy rebellion he was on one side, fiirhtiner for what he thoueht to be right; I was on the other, fighting for what I thought to be right. This calls to my mind an old man in Virginia who had two boys. The elder fell marching beneath the Stars and Stripes, the youuger battling for the Lost Cause. After the war the old man gathered up their bones, brought them home and laid them s.de by side in one grave. Above them he erected a single shaft, on one side of which was inscribed, 'Sacred to the memory of my eldest son who fell fighting for the stars and Stripes.' On the opposite side was inscribed, 'Sacred to the memory of my youngest son who fell fight* ing for the Lost Cause.' Higher up in the centre, in bold characters, was the inscription, 'God knows who was right.' That old man there erected a platform 1 1- 1 A L t*-- it* long enougn, oroau euuugu iur *uc whole American people, both North aud South, to stand upon. And upon this platform to-day, Ool.Byrd, (advanoing toward him), forgetting the past, allow me to ,shake you by tbo hand as a brother.' Col. Byrd here aroso and advanced to meet him, and the two brave soldiers joined hands amid the deafening applause of the spectators.? Sparta, Ga., Index. . Punishment for Crime. Ex-Governor Seymour believes that, as nothing can be worse than our present laws for the punisbmont of crime, there is no barm in trying new plans. TTn advocate* in Warner'* Maaazine.. th? empowering of judges to imposo "punishments other than sending the offenders to common schools of vice." While Governor he learned that the suffering for crime generally fell not so much on the offender as on bis family, and he was led to fancy the following as an appropriate title for the criminal laws: "Acts to Punish Wives and Children of Criminals." Punishments ought not to be restricted to fines and imprisonments, he thinks, but this'is the nearest that he comes to explaining his plan : "There is no danger in giving magistrates the power over habitual offenders which parents and guardians have over minors?that of making them , UI DinUIU#:LTTPm^nf nlr>nL-_ ing them up; and, in case of children, having them chustised rather than sent to jails. There is a reason to fear that this punishment will be used too often or too harshly. It would rarely be applied, but should not be made illegal, as it would give magistrates great control, and would do much to put an end to the bravado and swagger of disorderly boys which are so much admired by their youthful companions. Kidnapped by Savages. A correspondent of the hJImira Advertiser relates the following: George Simons a well known resident of Towando township, and at one time an employee of the Pennsylvania and New York Canal and Railroad Company, went West last spring to prepare a home for himself and family. His wife with their four children, joined him in the 9ummer. He had settled within four miles of Kansas city, Mo. A short time sinco the Indians made a raid into the neighborhood, destroyed his crops and burned the buildings he had erected. Two of his boys got on a horse and attempted to escape. The savages shot the horse, and in the fall the arm of one of the lads wa9 broken.' However, all succeeded in getting away except Dora Simons, a girl of eleven years, whom the Indians captured and carried away with them. The agonized father, fearing for hear a fate far worse than death, pursued her brutal captors ;n company with six or seven of his neighbors. At last accounts he had followed the Indian trail for two hundred miles westward from Kansas Oity. Part of the little party of men who had started with him in pursuit had returned. Grave fears are entertained that the remnant of the number have been captured and killed by the savages. The Champion. "Tho laaicst duffer I ever seed," remarked Jim Blodgers, "were a man tbat the boys used to call Old Laydown. They couldn't find out his fust name, cause he was too lazy to recollect it. He b'longed to the same sekr't society as roe, and we paid him $10 'a weeksick benefits for three weeks. Said he i hurt his lee. Found afterward by the doctor and a dozen eye witnesses, that ho had injured his shins by walkin' up agin a cobweb. Fact. Lazy? You bet he was easy goin'. One evening he fainted and was brought home to bed. We weren't to be catched this time on benefits. Said ho had fainted from loss of blood. Doctor examined him aud found a musqnito bite under his left ear. Fact. You bet he took things comfortably. He used to lure a small boy in warm weather to hold his straw for him while he sucked his sherry cobbler Axed me one day .if there werent some cheap way of wrrrklnsr a i t?'ofh brush bv machinery. Sai l he : wish d he could eat without workiug ms jaws? leurTi tney a wear out too I soon. Fact. Well. T don't mind if T do." ? Vtnjuoa City Chronicle. None bur. the rich can read their title clear. Most of thcua have put' it in J tbeir wife's name., . s. i " -i-nmir v ? ADVERTISING RATES. Timb. 1 in. col. A col. 1 col. 1 week,$l 00 $5 00 $9 00 $15 00 2 " 1 76 7 50 12 26 20 00 ! 3 " 2 60 9 00 16 25 24 00 4 11 3 00 . 10 60 18 00 27 50 5 " 3 60 11 76 20 60 31 00 6 " 4 00 12 50 22 75 34 00 7 " 4 60 13 25 24 75 - 37 00 8 " 6 00 14 00 26 00 40 00 3 mos 6 60 17 00 32 00 50 00 4 " 7 60 19 00 89 60 59 00 6 " 8 60 24 00 48 00 84 00 9 " 9 50 30 00 59 00 105 00 12 " 10 25 35 00 68 00 120 00 1ST Transient advertisements mnstbe accomanied with the cash to insure insertion. A Lake Covered with Duoke. Many of our readers, says the Reno (Nev.) Journal, have often heard of Duck Lake. We saw it for the first J time last Sunday. It is situated just west of the Pyramid lake Indian reservation, and immediately south of the Pyramid lake, the two being divided by a strip I of land something over half a mile in width. They have no connection-with each other unless subterranean, and passing entirely around the lake, we I omiU "?'(* m o for fl AU'? WUUIU Otu UU UlllVI UVVSJ Ul ??uwt uv '? iDg into it. The mouth of the Truck*e was a mile off, but it splits, one part goiog into Pyramid and the other going into Mud lake to the right aud only separated from Pyramifl by a range of mountains. Dack lake, we should judge, was a body of water two miles wide and five iu length It derives its name from the ducks, which make it their headquartersi Its surface, the daj we saw it, was almost entirely covered. Snch a sight we never saw before, or expect to see again. Josh Billings' Philosophy. I have objecsbuo to a mans parting his hair in the middle, but I shall always insist upun his finishing up the job bi wearing a short gown and a pettikoat. I respekt a corpse, but a ded and alive man i despise for the space ovone minitt, and pity bim for another minitfc and then forget him for evermore? amen. Det iz bondage into which a man sells him8elfand pays 7 per cent for the privilege. Tbar iz such a thiog az too much en* ergy. I haz eeen those like a young houDd in the chase ihey git away ahcid the fox. The fust thibg that presents itself to our coDshienco is the truth; we lie upon reflexshun. There are a great meuoy roads that lead to Heaven, but after you get there, only one gateway to enter. An old legend asserts that the great Gothic cathedral of Cologne, of which the devil, it says, furnished the plan will never be completed. The great advances toward completion which have been made daring the past forty years bave unsettled somewhat the old belief in the legend. This, however, bas of late been revived by the assertion, of Prof. Helm of the University of Zurich, that the blocks of stone, taken pioyecf^or the foundation and pillars, are fast undergoing a chemical decomposition, and that probably before this century closes the edifico may fall to the ground. Another fact which has excited superstition is that the new clock, constructed from the cannon taken from the French, has not been in working order for a year, and that all efforts hitherto to render it serviceable have proved abortive. How She Saw the Runaway, " Oh, it was a terrible runaway! You see an umbrella was carrying a man and it frightened a buggy, and it started to run off with the horse, they ran over a lamp post and knocked the sidewalk down, and upset a little baby who gwos carryiog its mother in her arms, and struck some apples, and knocked all the apple women out of the peanut stand, aud then they went down the lightniDg like a street, and knocked three spokes out of the horses hind legs and took the hide of the wheel, and I fell out and run a mud puddle into my head clear up to my shoulders, and the mud got full of my mouth and ears and eyes, and I'll never get over it, and it's awful, ain't it ? Bill Arp on Steera 1 never liked steers as a model of blooded stock, nor as a motive power, but my nabor Freeman says they make the best plow nags in the world, that they go slow, but they'll go all day constant and keep the furrer and never break nothin' nor run away, and if they plow up a yaller jacket's nest and get stung all over, it only peertens 'em up a little?nothin more. But it seems that nothin in the world would be more monotonous than to foller 'em around. I'd rutber work a mule any time and have him run away or kick the back band in the top of a tree once or twice in a while. Wouldn't you ? "They are But Seven." What a change ! A few years ago the white members of the General Assembly of the Stato of South Carolina appeared in that body like white spots on the dark ground of a "polka cravat." The present body contains but seven of the "back ground," which aro classified as follows . Democrats, 4; Radicals, 3?with every indication that one of the latter will lose his seat, he not having been in the past as good as ho might have been. The jig is up; the old order of things will never exist in South Carolina ngaiu while the sun rises and sets.? Columbia Register. Vermont is, by law, the most barbarous State in the Union. When she finds one of her citizens guilty of murder, she does not execute him at once, as in other civilized communities, but sends him to the penitentiary for two years, and uf ihe expiration of tlat time hangs Mm. it has aiwavsi>e<n thought t' at tin* death penally 'I1? most severe that could be inflicted, but Vermont adds two years in the penis tentlary at hard labor. The stato of 1 A . I & .L t U A ffTA \? ?.; mind 01 tnc wrcicnca uunug uic. m*, years preceding the conclusion of their punishment may bo imagined. <