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VOL. VI. NO. 2
Pictures of Memorj.
BT ALICE CABY.
Among the beautiftil pictures
That hang on Memory's wall
Id one of a dim old forest,
That seemeth best of all;
Not for its gnarled oaks o'den,
Dark with the mistletoe;
Not for the violets golden
That sprinkle the vale below ;
Not for the milk-white lilies
That lean from the fragrant hedge,
Coquetting all day with the sunbeams,
And stealing their golden edge ;
Net for the vines on the upland,
Where the bright rea berries resi;
k Nor the pinks, nor the pale sweet cowslip,
It seemeth to me the best
I once had a little biother, *
With eyes that were dark and deep ;
In the lap of that dim old forest
He lieth in peace at sleep.
Light as the down of the thistle,
Free as the winds that blow,
We roved there the beautiful summers,
The summers of long ago ;
But his feet on the hills grew weery,
And, one of the antumn eves,
I made for my little brother
A bed of yellow leaves.
Sweetly his pale arms folded
My cheek in a meek embrace,
, As the light of immortal beauty
8ilently covered his faoe ;
And, when the arrows of sunset
Lodged in the tree-tops bright,
He fell, in his saint-lute beauty,
Asleep by the garden of light,
Therefore, of all the pictures
That hang on Memory's wall,
The one of the dim old forest
Seemth the best of all.
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HER HEART'S SECRET.
" If you refuse Duncan Holcroft you
are a complete idiot, Georgina Gilroy,
and I wash my Hands of your affairs
altogether."
Mrs. Cassowin sails majestically from
the room where Georgina, her niece,
remains nervously clasping and unclasping
her slender white fingers, and wondering
why matrimony should be a
positive duty in the code Dy.wmcn sue
had been educated. She is only twenty
two, slender, fair, and looking about
sixteen, with her waving golden hair and
soft, brown eyes.
She 1ms two hundred pounds a year,
all her owu.nnd why can't she be allowed
to live a quiet life unmolested.
Since her own parents died, about
three years ago, she had been dragged I
from the country parsonage, in which
her father lived and died, saving the little
fortnne for Georgina bv close econo- !
my, to her aunt's fashionable home,such
as her mother pined for throughout all
Georgina's childhood.
" When yon marry, I hope you will I
return to your proper sphere," Mrs. j
Gilroy would say whenever she spoke of
Georgira's future ; but she never heeded ?
I much in those days.
Sitting in Mtfc. Cassowin's grand j
drawing-room, waiting for Duncan Hoi- j
croft to come and propose to her, as her :
aunt informed her he had requested :
permission to do, Georgina, timid and
gentle, felt her whole being rise in revolt.
Was life to be to ber what it was to
her aunt, a round of calling, shopping,
party-goiiig, party-giving, interviews '
with'dressmakers and milliners? Could
she not escape to some locality where i
there \tere nobler aims and desires ?
Where?
Mrs. Cassowin had expostulated in
vain. Hitherto, Georgina had been
gently firm.
But on this day even her oourage failed
before her aunt's wrath at the proposal
to dismiss Duncan Holcroft.
He came across the wide drawing- j
room as she sat thinking, his footfall ;
unheard upon the soft carpet.
He was tall, erect, handsome, past I
fifty, yet not old; his eyes clear as a
boy's, his iron-gray hair curly and abun- i
dant, his gray moustache giving a mili- |
tary air to his well-cut features.
Faultless in attire, courteous in manner,
he also possessed half a million attractions
in solid investments.
But all else seemed to him worthless
compared to the possession of the slender,
pale child, who half buried in a
deep arm-chair, realized as yet nothing i
of the yearning love in the large, dark ;
eyes fixed upon her.
It was scarcely to be supposed that ;
Duncan Holcroft, bachelor as he was, :
had traveled over fifty years of life
with untouched heart, but he had Jived :
over all other love till this one came i
and conquered him.
It stirred his heart with a sick pniu,
when Georgina, looking up, paled to her
l>/>? anno nrnvA (nil e\t folf oai/1
lipOf WX11IC 1IC1 XT'J to It ViV AUii V* ?VMA Mnv4 ,
trouble, seeing: him. ?
She had always given him a frank, j
cordial greeting:, and he had hoped to |
win sweeter tokens still from her soft
eyes and sweet lips, and instead he had !
lost what was already given.
"Did you not expect me?" he said,;
gently; "youlooked startled."
" I did not know you were here, and j
^ it did startle me to see yon so close be- !
m side me!" Georgina said, a flaming j
color shooting now over cheek and brow, |
f as she wished herself a thousand miles '
away.
He spoke to her gravely then, and i
very, very gently, wooing her most tenderly,
considerate of her youth, her timidity;
and heartily ashamed, she oonld
only sob and shiver.
"Child," he said at last, "do distress
you? Am I so hateful to you?
that "
But she interrupted him quickly:
"You are not hateful to me," she
said, impulsively. "I like you ever?
ever so much, only?oh, why do you i
want to marry me ?"
He oould not keep back a smile,
though his heart throbbed heavily with !
pain.
" I love yon, dear," he said: " I love
you far too well to wish to grieve you.
Shall we be friends still ?"
" Oh, if you will," she said, eagerly,
ignorant of the stab in every word,
" let us forget to^dav."
^ As if he could.
But he was a true gentleman, a srnIcere,
unselfish lover, and he led her en
to talk of other matters till the ashv
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i pallor left her cheeks and lips, and she
was just her sweet shy self again,
j Then he left her.
Left her to meet such wrath from Mrs.
Cassowin that she rose against her bitter
} speeches.
, "I will go to Grandfather Gilroy,
since you are so tired of me," Georgina
said.
"I would! Go bury yourself in that
wretched little farmhouse at Fry Corj
ners; you, who might lead the fashion
here, Duncan Holoroft's wife!"
But even Fry Corners was preferable
! to Georgina, to the* prospect of leading
j the fashion.
I She shivered at the thought, shy little
country flower, and accepted her aunt's
! ungracious dismissal.
It even seemed as if she threw off a
j burden as she stepped from her luxurious
carriage at the station.
Mrs. Cassowin, slightly remorseful,
was at the last moment willing to revoke
her decree of banishment, but Georgina
would not see the flag of truce,
1 only half unfolded, and went to Fry
| Corners.
Ta ?^ o email
-LI* WMb liUt U ouvuvj ? pumm a
' farm, managed by a miserly old man
and ono maid servant of seventy or
thereabout, whose life was a burden bei
cause old Mr. Gilroy had failed to make
her his wife, after accepting her attentions
for a matter of thirty or forty
years.
i Georgina had the free, open oountrv,
perfect liberty to do as she pleased, and
j the command of her own income.
But she was not happy.
411 do believe I am naturally of a discontented
disposition," she thought, as
she wandered up a shady lane. "I've
got all I want, a oountry home, old
women to help, and children to be kind
to. 1 can play Lady Bountiful to half
Fry Corners on a small scale. I have
miles of good, useful sewing, plenty of
books, my own piano, nobody to scold
me, no finery to worrv over, and yet?I
?I wonder if Duncan Holcroft cares because
I have gon6 ?"
What made that question leap to her
| mind a hundred times a day.
She had refused him, put him out of
I ber life, and yet she thought of his courtI
iy manner, his grave, gentle kindness,
| his real conversation, so different from
; the society small talk that wearied and
[ puzzled her.
Did he miss her ?
She felt herself such an atom in his
circle of friends; so lowly and little,
compared to the belles fluttering ever
I in his dew, so ignorant and insignia- |
' cant, that she could oaly wonder when
she remembered the honor he had paid
her.
Spring flowers faded, summer bloom
j died, autumn fruits were gathered in,
winter snows melted.
It was May again, and Georgina had
been one year at Fry Corners.
Tbe old farmer had failed in that year,
1 and very tenderly and pitifully his
graudchild nnrsed him.
And, wearying for an interest in life,
Georgina gave time, strength, ami an
unfailing patience to the qnernlous invalid,
never faltering in her self-imposed
duties.
He died in May, blessing her with his
last breath, and after the funeral, Janet,
his old servant, produced a will giving
her the frrm and the savings of years of
grinding economy.
Georgina had known of this, and had
gently remonstrated when Mr. Gilroy
would have made another will.
441 have more than I spend," she
said; 44 and Janet has served you faithfully."
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JDUl once more liouieieee, bjuo jurncu u
party of Mrs. Casso win's friends and
went abroad.
Here was surely interest, variety, bnt
never ease for the old heart-hunger.
What would fill her life,round it to its
full perfection ?
Love was offered more than once, but
met no return, and she sighed heavily
over her own hard heart.
In Rome, where the party lingered
many weeks, Georgina lived a new life
of delight in seeing what she had imagined
in hours of reading, what her
father had often described to her, having
visited the Eternal City as a tutor
in his young days.
But in Rome, one of the party,
lounging in lazily to the general sittingroom
of the wide house where they all
lodged, said, half yawning :
" Holcroft is here, down with the
malaria !"
" Where?" some one asked, indifferently.
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"At the hotel where we stopped the
first week we were here. He's going to
die they say."
" Die !" Duncan Holcroft!
Georgina groped her way dizzily un- j
perceived to the balcoDy.
Could the wide world hold bo mucb j
misery as pressed her down ?
Like a lightning flash she read the I
cause of all her restless craving since j
she had left London.
She loved Duncan Holcroft, king j
amongst men. She had walked away j
from her own paradise, olosiDg the door, !
and Duncan Holcroft would die, and j
never knew she had loved him.
At the hotel where they had stopped !}
Why it was clese beside them.
She oould be there in ten minutes.
She never caused to think of propri- ;
ety. Wrapping her head and shoulders j
in a fleecy white shawl, she sped along i
the street, thankful for the gathering !
twilight.
The waiters paused, but led her to the |
room. At fhe door she paused. "
Bne- oouia see a sisier 01 cnarny i
kneeling beside a high bed, could hear :
a sweet voice say:
" She is here/in Rome. When I am j
dead carry my message. Tell her I
loved her to the last. Yon will find her
j at the address I gave yon. Georgina
j Gilroy! Yon will not lorget the
name ?"
Trembling and white, Georgina crept!
in, softly laying her hand npon Jthe sis- ;
ter's shonlder:
"I am Georgina Gilroy,M she whis- \
pered, very low.
Bnt low as it was, the whisper reached
Duncan Holcrbft's ears, and a smile
lighted his white, wasted face.
"Little Georgie," he said, faintly,
"darling, have yon eome to say farewell?"
"No," she answered, strangling the
sob in her voioe; " I have oeme to pray
ybn to live?for me!"
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BEAUFORT, S. C.,
A great joy lighted the languid eyes.
44 For you ! Georgie, do you love me
at last?" " ]
"I think I have always loved you,"
she sobbed, 44 only J know it, at last 1"
441 cannot die now," he said.
And he did not.
Clasping Georgina's slender hand fast, ,
he found the life-giving sleep all narcotics
had failed to give him; waking '
after many hours to see loving eyes nnweariedly
watching him.
They were married when the priest ,
came in a few hours later, the good (
sister still remaining to share the nurs- ,
ing.
But the life-giving joy was Georgina's ;
love, and all the restless discontent left ]
! her happy life forever when onco she ,
oa/n-ai a/ Vior atta Vioarf
juirn wc Dcviov vi <ivi vnU
Mrs. Coasowin says she can't under- ,
stand why Georgioa had followed Dun- j
j can Holcroft to Rome, when she might
i as well have had a proper wedding and
I reception at home; and Georgina has '
never explained.
Fry Corners sees her no more, nor
j will her husband make her a slave to
j fashion or society, but hand in hand, '
thoroughly onf in heart and mind, they
find useful work and teuder charity to j
fill all the leisure hours when friendship's
calls are answered. j
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Fashion Notes.
Long, close-fitting sacques with 1
| double-breasted fronts are the popular
shape for low-priced cloaks. !
I Short round skirts are gradually mak- (
iug their way into popularity. They J
are cut quite narrow, and are short
enough to escape the ground behind.
A single scantily pleated flounce or else |
two narrow knife-pleatings form the
plain border around the edge.
As woolen materials are so heavy, ,
modistes are making sham lower skirts ,
of Qambric or of alpaca for heavy woolen
suits, merely trimming them with '
a/ rt?a WAnl nr nltLP f oniric tVipm
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with woolen goods from the knee down.
Some of the handsomest imported ,
dresses are made with the round waist, (
which, of course, must be worn with a ,
belt
The 44 Breton " costume is only worn
! by little girls; its glory having departed
l from 44 big " folks. i
With satin brocades and embossed I
1 velvets has come in the Queen Anne
style of dress, high ruff and all.
Handkerchiefs are stowed away in ,
pockets no more, but are carried in tlie
hand or attached to the wafe
Valenciennes lace is more in demand ,
than point lace. The 44Holy Grail"
pattern and other sacred designs, oopied |
from robes in convents, are the choicest.
The new material for morning dresses :
very much resembles the old " Dolly <
Vardeu " cloth ; as it is covered with 1
large designs, such as birds, insects and i
flowers.
A Japanese folding toilet glass is the 1
latest device; when placed on a dress- ]
ing-burean, ladies are able to get a front,
back and side view of their heads, with- !
out changing their position.
The fashionable style of hair dressing
is very low. in the neck. The rows of
puffs worn outside the front of the bonnet
and resembling fal^e teeth in their ,
stiff regularity, are no longer in vogue.
The Telephone as an Aid to Divers.
The Cincinnati Enquirer says : " Mr.
John T. Guyre, the submarine diver,
with the assistance of Mr. J. V. Shiras,
solicitor for Bell's telephone, made some
experiments with the telephone under
water. Divers have always eagerly desired
a reliable means of communication
with those above them. Various plans
have been devised, and all abandoned
save the first and long-tried one?that
of signalling by pulls at the life-rope.
One very successful plan, save of expense,
was to interpose a reservoir,
large enough to admit a man in it, between
the diver and the air-pump.
Those above spoke to the man in the
reeervoir, and he repeated it to the
diver. This plan operated well. The
sound was conveyed so distinctly that
the man in the reservoir could hear the
diver's hair rubbing against his helmet.
This was abandoned on account of its
expense. The telephone test was made
in the river where 4he Covington waterworks
pipes are being laid. The smaller
telephone, the one used for receiving
was plaoed within the dress, lying upon
the diver's chest and near his mouth.
This enabled him to get his mouth
near enough to talk, but was very disadvantageous
for healing. * Insulated
wires connected this instrument with
the one above. Mr. Guyre descended
to a depth of eighteen feet. Every
thing he said was distinctly heard above.
He found some difficulty in hearing
what was said, as the air, passing out of
the helmet with a hissing and bubbling
noise, somewhat drowned the voice of
the telephone. This will be easily
remedied*by making a telephone of
suoh special shape that it will be near
the diver's ear, and removing the airvalve
to some point in the dress further
from the ear. Mr. Guyre considers its
use a fixed fact, and is delighted in believing
his perilous business will be
made less dangerous.
Russian Editors and Sub-Editors.
The anecdotes regarding the censorship
of the press in Russia haye just had
the crown placed on them in Moscow.
FTorfi thfl Te.atrailnaia Gazette was held
to have committed some offence, and on
of&cer of the Press Bureau sent to the
office of the paper. No one was present
but the publisher, who was at once
sternly summoned to fetch the editor.
The publisher left the room, and returned I
in a minute or two with a large pair of '
scissors, saying: I
" Here, sir, is the editor." !
The officer was rather disconoerted,
but soon reoovered himself, and exclaimed
more sternly than ever :
"No nonsense, fetch me the subeditor.
"
Again the publisher departed, and
again returned this time with a pot of
paste and a brush.
"These, sir," he said, "are the subeditors.
"
In consequence all four delinquents i
were arrested, and publisher, editor, and 1
the two sub-editors marched off to the
police station to answer for their conduct.
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THURSDAY, DEC
THE WRECK OF THE HURON. I
Lou of a United States Man-of-War?Over
One Hnndred Persona Lone Their LivesThrilling
Statement of a Surviving Officer.
The loss of the United States man-ofwar
steamer Huron off the North Carolina
coast during a heavy storm adds
another item to the sad record of disasters
by sea. Out of a list of about 138
officers and men only thirty-four persons
were saved. One of the four surviving j
officers?Ensign Luoien Young ? tells !
the following thrilling story of the wreck: j
A.bout ten miniates past one a. m. I was I
aroused by the thumping of the ship I
rr-Lnr. oka otmnlr hnftnm hard. The can- !
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bain sang ont as he came from cabin :
"Hard down," meaning the wheel. I
put on a coat and pair of pants, and then
ran up on deck and found that it was
blowing a fresh gale. 1 then heard the
order, " Brail up the maih trysail," and
assisted, but we could not take it in. I
then asked the captain if we should throw
the guns overboard? He said : "Yes,
do it as quickly as possible." We got
the pennant tackles hooked to the lee j
gun, but could not remove it, because j
she had bilged, and we could not get the
gun over for the sea. The captain then
ordered me to burn all the signal 11
could. In the meantime all the port
boats and cutter had been carried away.
The ship was lying on her port side,
bilged ; her broadside inclined about
forty degrees, and the seas breaking
clear over her. I next went into the
cabin and saved two boxes of Costar
lights, and sent up Ave rockets besides
burning over one hundred signals. The
sea was then caving in the cabin rapidly.
When I heard the order for " all hands
to go forward as quick as possible," I
hurried the quartermasters who were
with me and some other men to go forward.
As I passed the cabm door Mr. i
French asked me if that was all. I stopped
and told him "Yes." Tnenhesaid:
"We must be quick." We all started
forward together. I had held on to the
Qatlinc cun. when a very heavy sea
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came over and washed me and about five
others down to leeward. All but myself
went under the sail and were drowned.
I was caught in the bag of the sail and
had both legs hurt by being thrown
against the gaff. I then regained the
gear of the nine-inch gun, and worked
myself forward, though I saw Mr.
French go in the main rigging. Also
saw a number of the men standing in starboard
gangway and in the first launch
and another lot of men underneath the
topgallant forecastle. I succeeded in
getting upon the topgallant forecastle,
with the assistance of those men already
there. A number of men had on lifepreservers
and one rubber balsa was
rigged on the forecastle. Two or three
of the men lashed themselves to the
bowsprit Every one was perfectly cool
and showed no signs of fear. The majority
of us got close together on the
upper side of the forecastle, suffering
much from cold and exposure. The seas
would break clear over us . and nearly
mffocate us. Mr. Conway, watch officer,
had one blanket, and shared it with Mr.
Danner, Mr. Loomis and myself. We
sounded over the side and found about
?ix feet of water. A little while after
we sounded again and got seven and a
iialf and eight feet. We then saw lights
ane point on the starboard bow, and we
?ave three cheers and repeated it several
rimes. We then saw that the flood tide
vas making in fast, and the sea breaking
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>ver us worse. We nere saw our nrst
aunch, the only boat left, stove in, and
t knocked Captain Ryan and Navigator
Palmer overboard. I then saw two men
silled on the forecastle. Mr. Conway
luggested that we make some effort to
fet a line on shore. I said I would atempt
it and called for some one to pnt
lie balsa overboard, when a three-inch
ine was made fast to the balsa and the
tame lowered overboard, but it fouled
vith the jibboom forguard and other
ipars. I got down on the torpedo spar
ind worked about ten minutes to clear
he balsa, and called for some one to
lelp me. Mr. Danner came down part
)f the way and said he was too weak and
:ould not get on. 1 told him it was our
>nly chance, and he had better try. He
iaid he could not and would hold on
iwhile. Williams, one of the seamen,
same down then and said he would go.
'n about fifteen minutes we succeeded
n getting the balsa clear of the spars.
[ could get no more line and First Lieuenant
Simons, Mr. White and many
ithers in the forecastle sang out to me :
"The line is out; cut it and get on
ihore if possible for assistance."
I had a small penknife, but could not
>pen it because my hands were so
mmbed. Williams opened it and I suc;eeded
in cutting the rope. I was then
itruck several times by the spars?once
n the small of the back and across the
lips. We thought the beach ran perjeudicular
to the ship. It was feggy
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mu we coma noi. see me buuxo. tt
he line was cat the balsa went toward
he stern of the ship and we thought we
vere going to sea, which was one thing
hat misled the majority of the ship's
company. We paddled the balsa with
)ieces of panelling. Near the stem of
he ship a heavy surf struck us and captized
the balsa end for end, my leg beng
jammed tight. It held me underleath
the water for a while, but both
iVilliam8 and myself regained the balsa,
vlien I told Williams to get on the end
md we would swim and steer the balsa
n, for fear of another capsize. We were
hrown over again, and. the sea threw j
xM i , o rv> a oTTjQ-c aVwrnt. tan feet- Mv arm I
1 T JiliaiUO UTTUJ w? ^
)eing jammed, I was thrown on my
)ack. When I came up again it was
nther still water, so I swam along and
>ushed the balsa toward Williams, and
io got on top, stood np and looked
iromnd. He said that he saw masts of
ishing vessels ahead, which proved to
)e telegraph poles on the shore. I said
;o him : " Well, steer for it." We
jnpsized twice more and before we knew
t we were on the beach. I told Williams
:o haul the balsa np on the sands, in
>rder that we might want to use it to
send off to the ship. We landed about
;hree-quarters of a mile up the beach
Tom the wreck. I found two of the
nen inside the surf, but they were too
veak to get up. I went down into the
fvater and pulled them up. I then ran to
the first house I saw, but found no one
in it. I next started down the beach as
fast as 1 could, my legs hurting me very
badly. 1 found ten or fifteen people
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from the shore standing opposite the
wreck looking at it. I told them to go
further up the beach and do all they
could to save the men, as they appeared
to be landing np there, with a very
strong current running up the coast
We pulled out several more of the men.
I asked the shore people where the life
saving station was. They said there was
one seven miles and another four miles
I down the beach. I saw a man on liorse|
back and sent him to the upper station
j for assistance and to telegraph to Washj
ington for assistance to the wreck. This
J was about seven a. m. Then I saw Mr.
Conway, who had just landed. I asked
the men on shore why the life car was not
there. The.v told me the life crew, consisting
of thirteen men, were at Roanoke
| Island. I asked them why they did
not bring the life car up. They said it
was locked up in the station, and they
! were afraid to break open the door. I
told them if they would come with me I
would break open the door and get it
out. Five of them volunteered to go. I
j asked them if they saw our signals, and
they said they did, even the very first
signal. I then walked and ran down the
beach with these men to the station. We
found no one there, but saw a team coming
down the beach, which proved to be
that of Sheriff Brinkley, of Dare oounty.
I broke open the door, got out the mortar
and lines, broke open a locker and
found powder and balls, which Sheriff
Brinkley brought up in his team, but
when I got back to the scene of the
wreck all the masts of the Huron were
gone and no one was on board.
An Arizona Fight.
- Says a recent issue of the Preecott
(Arizona) Enterprise: Yesterday afternoon
quite a ripple of excitement was
created in our usually quiet town by
the appearance of two genuine border
ruffians on our streets. They first made
themselves troublesome at Jackson &
Tomkins' saloon, where they drew their
revolvers and flourished them in a
threatening manner. Col. McCall, who
happened to be there, was covered with
the pistols several times, and told that
if he opened his mouth they would let
daylight through him, and he wisely
kept still. They then began firing at a
dog, and afterward, monnting their
horses, rode down Montezuma street at
a full gallop, yelling like demons and
firing right and left at everything that
showed itself, the bullets whistling in
unpleasant proximity to several persons
who were on the street. John Baible's
dog was the only thing hit by them.
Proceeding on down the street, they
stopped on the outskirts of the town and
reloaded their weapons.
Marshal Standefer and Col. McOall
j armed themselves and got into Dnprez's
i barouche and started in pursuit. Sheriff
Bowers and Frank Murray, city mar!
shal, also armed themselves and mounting
their horses, started after them.
, Standefer and McC'all passed the ruffians
on the other side, and headed them off.
Sheriff Bowers and Murray came up on
this side, and the sheriff ordered them
to throw up their hands and surrender,
instead of which they opened fire on
him. Tnllos, one of the desperadoes,
slid off his horse and fired three shots at
Bowers, all of them coining pretty close,
when a charge of buckshot from the
sheriff's gun brought him down. Marshal
Standefer also emptied a load into
him. Running across the road, Tulles
got under the bushes and commenced to
load his revolver, still refusing to surrender,
when a shot from the sheriffs
revolver stretched him lifeless. Vaughn,
his oompanion, kept firing away, but
was soon brought down with a bullet iu
his head, but was not killed. There
was so much shooting going on that it
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is almost impossiDie to ten wuu mcu iuc
fatal shots. The horse Sheriff Bowers
rode was shot in the hind quarters. This
was the only harm that befell the pursuing
party.
Knowing Dogs.
The Austin (Nev.) Reveille says:
Willie Burgess, who drives a team of
sixteen oxen, hauling wood, has a valuable
assistant in an intelligent dog. The
animal is of no particular breed, but
possesses remarkable sagacity. It
knows exactly what position the team
should keep and how the oxen should
go, and runs by their side and barks at
them and bites their heels when they go
wrong. The cattle seem to understand
what the barks and bites mean, and
obey them as intelligently as they do
the commands and prods with the goad
given by their human driver.
The sight of a dog driving an ox team
is not a new one to the writer of this.
In the early days of White Pine there
was a man engaged in hauling ore down
from Treasure Hill to what is now
Hamilton, who used for that purpose
two ox teams, one of which he drove
himself and the other was driven by his
dog, a large yellow cur. The road
wound with many curves down a steep
mountain, but all that the man found it
necessary to do was to attend to the
brakes of both teams and guide the
front team, while the oxen were kept in
the road by the dog, which gave its
orders by barks and enforced them by
bitee. _
A Novel Swindle.
A pork-packer of Indianapolis, while
bartering for a car-load of hogs, recently,
noticed that the backs of the
hoes were covered with mud, and an
examination of the floor of the car revealed
to him the fact that the
alluvial accumulation was not a matter
of accident, but of design, several
hundred pounds of clay of wonderful
adhesive properties having been systematically
thrown upon the floor and
dashed with water, to which the hogs,
with their well-known propensity for
wallowing, had gone with considerable
gusto. He did not like the appearance
of the muddy porkers, and refused to
buy, but later in the day ascertained
that the drover had sold his hogs to
another packer, and was bragging loudly
that he had not only saved shrinkage,
but received more than thirty-seven
dollars for the mud which enveloped J
them.
A Virginfa sheriff asked a murderer if
he wanted to make a speech en the gallows,
and he replied, " Guess not; it
looks like rain, and I don't want - to get
wet. Go on with the hanging." I
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TOl'CU TO THE LAST.
Jumping from n Trail and Running, Swimming
and Fighting while Wounded.
Deputy Sheriff Edsall, of Chemung J
oounty, N. Y., was on hia way to Rochester
on an Erie railway train, with
Mike Murphy, a criminal who had been ,
sentenced to the penitentiary. When
two milee west of Kanonah, and while .
the train was running at the rate of j
thirty miles an hour, Murphy jumped
from the car. The train was stopped .
as soon as possible. The officer went
back, expecting to find the mangled
body of his prisoner. He found the
ground torn up for twenty-five feet along
the traok where Murphy had tumbled 1
and ploughed through it. There was '
blood on the ground, but Murphy was 1
nowhere to be seen. Some men working
near said they saw Murphy jump j
off, and that he had picked himself up i
and told them the conductor put him i
off. He had started across the fields on a
run. He was sighted by the officers
nearly a mile away. The sheriff started (
in pursuit. Murphy plunged into Five <
Mile creek and swam across, and ran up ,
along the stream. The sheriff crossed j
the stream in the same way, and gained j
rapidly on the fugitive. When within
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then jumped into the watea a second '
time and crossed back again, and continued
up the stream. The officer swam .
the creek again. After running half a
mile Murphy again swam the creek, followed
by the sheriff. 1
Murphy then struck off into the fields ;
and took the Hammondsport road, which ;
he finally left and made for a thick piece
of woods. In crossing a rough piece of 1
ground Murphy fell. He made two 1
efforts before he could get up. The
sheriff was then so nearly exhausted 1
that he was unable to go much faster
than a walk. Murphy reached the '
woods followed by pistol balls. The
sheriff had noticed "blood at intervals on- |
the trail. When the officer got into the
woods Murphy was nowhere to be seen.
The sheriff walked in, when he was soon
almost stunned by a blow across his i
neck from a club, aid, before he oonld <
turn, he was siezed by Murphy, who 1
began to shower blows on the officer's
head. The latter managed to free himself,
and made an effort to use his revolver,
but Murphy knocked it out of his
hand, and tried to get the weapon himself.
A straggle then began between ,
the two men for possession of the pistol.
By a lucky chance the officer got the
club Murphy had dropped, and, springing
back, he struck nim a blow that
felled him to the ground. He then
choked Murphy until the latter was
forced to beg for meicy. Edsall secured
the pistol and marched Murphy in front <
of him'to Kanonah station, threatening
to shoot him if he turned or ran. Mur- ,
phy's weunds were in his legs, pieces
of flesh having been torn out when he
jumped from the train. How he man- ,
aged to ran four miles, swimming a swift
stream three times, and then offer reeis- ,
tanoo to his pursuer, is wonderful.
Fight with an American Lion.
The Kansas Oity (Mo.) Times says: :
There is now on exhibition in the Lin- 1
dell Hotel the rudely stuffed hide of a \
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very large ana ierwiuus-juvAmu^ muuutain
lion, which was killed a few weeke
ago in Hinsdale county, southwest of 1
Pueblo, CoL Mr. H. J. Minor and a
partner named Henry Shane were engaged
in running a pack train of burros,
or small Mexican asses, over the mountains
to the mines in the San Jnan coun- 1
try. They had just gone into camp- one !
night in Antelope Park when the lion
made its appearance. It appears that !
one of the burros had given out from J
exhaustion and had been left standing '
alone in the snow a short distance from
camp. The animal, although almost !
unable to move, suddenly gave evidence 1
of great terror and alarm and commenced ]
to bray. Mr. Shane started out of camp 1
to see what the trouble was. As soon as 5
he left the circle of the camp-fire a large
mountain lion sprang upon him from a :
projecting rock above him, and bore him j
to the earth. His partner, Mr. Minor, '
saw the animal spring, and called at once '
to Shane to keep still. The lion stood
growling over the prostrate man, with !
its two fore feet on his breast Minor !
dropped the ropes he was engaged in j
coiling and seized a Winchester rifle and !
fir**! Thfl animal dr*m>ed and Shane 1
scrambled to his feet and assisted in
despatching the ferocious beast. He
was hart slightly about the breast where
the claws had penetrated the clothing.
The lion is but poorly staffed, but it is
i quite a curiosity. It resembles a very
Ibrge cat, and would measure perhaps
seven feet from the nose to the tip of the
tail. It is the largest and beet specimen
of the Rocky Mountain lion species ever
brought to this city.
Lynched by a Texas Mob.
Some three weeks ago says the Houston
(Texas) Age, Deputy Sheriff "Williams,
of Walker county, arrested an
escaped negro convict, and was carrying
him back to Huntsvilie to place him in '
the penitentiary. While on the way
back, the negro requested permission to
stop for some purpose, and the request
was granted by Deputy Williams. The *
handcuffs were removed from the negro,
and as quick as lightning he grabbed
the officer by the throat, and seized his
pistol, with which he shot the officer
twice in the breast, and with a knife he
then cut the wounded man's throat and
left him for dead.
rTTv>fi nf tl?? nffifvr returned home 1
without his master, which excited the i
suspicions of friends, and they immedi- ]
ately set out to ascertain whafc%was the (
, matter. They soon fonnd the bleeding ]
victim, who, despite the attempt of the 1
| negro, did not aie, and from him they 1
learned of the deadly assault * 1
A posse was quickly organized by the i
citizens, and after a long search the i
murderous convict was captured. Pre- j
parations were made to make shor^work i
of him. He was informed that he had- 1
to die, and if he desired to say anything i
to say it at once, and be then confessed i
that he had murdered the negro Henry i
Pearson at Spring Station and fled. <
Pearson is the same negro for whose <
death Hero Dalton was tried befcre '
Justice Brashear and virtually gcqnitted. <
The negro was then strung up to a tree j <
and hung. His body was left hanging , i
to the tree. 11
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items or interest.
When a Colorado man is asked whether
he likes to be lynched, he says, " I'll be
hanged if I do."
Great Britain now cultivates nearly
1,000,000 fewer acres of wheat than she
did twenty years ago.
A flight of butterflies recently passed
through Falls county, Tex. They numbered
into the millions.
A laboring man named Giles Collins
has been fined five shillings in England
for making a pet of a Colorado beetle.
The income of Great Britain for 1876
was about $400,000,000, and of this
amount $170,000,000 came from customs
duties on wine and spirits, and excise
duties on spirits, malt and licenses.
It was rough on a fellow to have to
oraf nn in th? middle of the niffht and
hunt around for another blanket Bat
It was rougher to find that the blanket
wasn't there.
Saw a sign in a barber's window the
other day, "boots blacked inside."
Couldn't for the life of as think why
anybody wants the inside of his boots
blacked. Shoold think it woold rain a
Fellow's stockings.
" What is the age of your little boy?"
inquired a venerable gentleman of the
mother of an impertinent youngster.
" The sauce age, of oourse," replied the
mother. The sage saw it.
In South Africa rawhide is used as a
substitute for all kinds of cordage. It is
made into the drag ropes for the wagons,
headstalls for the oxen, bridles for the
horses, cordage for thatching the huts,
slips for bottoming the beds, chairs ana
stools.
Railroad traveling in France is very
safe, according to statistics. Between
1872-75 but one person was killed out of
45,258,270, and one injured in 1,025,860,
while in England during the same period
one was killed in 12,000, and injured in
336,000.
The will of Mrs. Caroline A. Merrill,
the rich New York lady, who, dying the
other day, left nearly $350,000 toOcriiinfti
McCloskev. is about to be oon
tested. Seventeen nieces and nephews
are to be the contestants on the ground
that the deceased was insane and was
under undue influence when the will was
made. t
An ingenious use of carrier pigeons is
on record. They were employed in Belgium
to smuggle tobacco into France.
Each bird carried a certain quantity of
the weed, and two dozen pigeons per
day were regularly dispatched. How
long the new industry had been established
is not stated, but one day it came
to grief. A bird was too heavily loaded
and he dropped with his burden, exhausted,
into the Seine. A police inquiry
resulted, and the whole business
was exposed.
"Mr. Editor." said he, producing a
roluminious manuscript, "I've got a
few remarks here on tbid* silver remonetization
question which I'd like you to
publish. I commence by showing that
money is a circulating medium, as it
were, and after proving that the ancient
Hebrews had shekels of silver, and dealing
with the commercial system of the
inoient Phoenicians and Egyptians, we
take in the classic ages of Greece and
Rome, when the great sages and philosophers
" ! 1!! ST *T! J
Sitting Bull's White Chief.
The commission which was sent to
Sitting Bull made an important discovery
in the fact that the warrior has in
Iris camp a white prisoner, captured at
:he Custer massacre. Before reaching
Port Walsh rumors reached the oommishon
that Sitting Bull held some of Custer's
men as prisoners, and after the
Irst conference one of the half-breed
interpreters employed by General Terry
visited the camp, and while passing
through, was accosted in English by a
person dressed and painted as a chief,
nrho said that his name was Martin
Ryan, who was a corporal in Company
[, Seventh Cavalry, Colonel Keough s
xmip&ny, and had been taken a prison3r
at the battle of the Little Big Horn
vith Caster. Inquiry apparently sabitantiated
his assertion, and the following
facts were ascertained : Ryan's life
tiad been spared by Sitting Boll him"
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ly. Ryan made several attempts to
escape, but being carefully guarded was
lusuco.'ssful, and on each oocasion he
tras severely beaten. He has now apparently
accepted the situation, and
Sitting Bull has made him a war chief
ind married Byan to one of his own
laughters. Byan has let his hair grow
long in Indian fashion, dresses as an
Indian, and is known by the Sioux as
?6 White Chief.
Upon the return of the commission to
St Paul General Terry caused the mas:er
rolls of Company I, Seventh Cavalry,
to be examined, and found that Martin
Ryan's namd is borne as corporal, and
bat he was present fojpkluty when hia
command went into that fatal action of
Fane 25, 1876. It was stated by the
friendly Indians that there are several
)thers of Custer's men prisoners in Siting
Bull's camp, but Ryan's case was
be only one which was verified. Siting
Bull was asked the question direct
Dy General Oorbin if he took any prismers
of the Seventh Cavalry, and
mswered flatly. "That is none of your
josiness." '
1 The Teacher's Overcoat.
The Boston Oommonwtattn relates
Jhifl school anecdote: " Francis Gardner, ^
;he late head master of the Boston
Latin School, was noted for his economy
)f wearing apparel, npon which he
prided himself, and frequently lectured
he boys on tho folly of extravagance in
that direction. One day he came into,
the recitation-roem of a lower class, his
are] 1-worn overcoat flapping at his heels,
is usual. The lads, all of whom had
just reached their teens, looked up from
their books to see what was ooming. '
1 D'ye see this ooat ?' said the old teacher,
stroking the sleeve of the venerable garment
approvingly, and glancing over his
shoulder for the rear effect * How many
>f you boys can say you have worn a
*oafc for forty years, us I have this ?'
There was a general laugh, in which the
loctor joined, when, a moment later, it
lawneri upon him that his coat mnst have
seen the light a quarter of a century
before any erf the boys were born!"