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/ QUlicu owrnal X vor,. in. NO. 162. OI.D SF.RIKS. VOI.. VII. NO. 364. AIKEN, S. C., THURSDAY, JANUARY 31, 1878. $2.00 per Annum, in Advance. [the weary miles rixt these arms and thee Eie sunshine of thy smiles, anot see. tpouring of the souls fond wish, l meets Up in long ecstatic kiss, atoagued, speak in the cheek’s fbidden bliss; moment’s calm, when passion's breathes a softly-murmured sigh, links, to hide what else would Fom half-closed eye: [id more, that tongue could never as a memory chilled by absence , frown, She fierce throb of love's most passionate swell Is chastened down. "Is chastened to that purer, calmer light, Whose jower no* Time, nor Distance can * oerveil, For thy pure virtue and thy beauty’s might O'er both prevail. Like some lone star on breast, Thy imago shines in purity and peace, And in the stillness of a soul at rest All passions cease. — Tinsley's Magazine. mirrored lake's calm AT HIS MERCY. Between the two men with whom this story is almost exclusively concerned there had long been a clearly marked difference of opinion on nearly every vital question on which they had ever discussed together—including even that which involves the moral distinctions between justifable homicide and down right murder. Yet they had never evinced any disposition t* avoid the so ciety of each other, and when they met, which had been rather frequently of late, they chatted together pleasantly enough on indifferent topics, and seemed content to maintain a studied reticence whenever a question was inadvertently raised upon which their views were pretty certain to be totally at variance. The elder of the two men were called Otto Inklemann. His father had been a somewhat noted sausage maker in the Prussian town of Halle, where Otto had been employed as a boy in helping to vend the products of the paternal skill at a certain pork- shop not far from the venerable univer sity which forms the chief feature of the quaint old town by the Saale. Otto’s education had been, however, by no means so much neglected as might be inferred from his humble position in - life. At the age of eighteen Otto Inklem/*'^, growing tired of a life so distasteful to him, forsook his father’s roof, and joined a troop of strolling players that he en countered in a small town not many miles Lorn the Hartz mountains. These enterprising 'wanderers proved equally ready to presentjscenes from Schiller and from Kotzebue, or to exhibit their sup pleness and muscular power in the per formance of those gymnastic feats which are usually associated with the sawdust of the country circus. Even as a child, Otto had evinced a singular liking for walking on the tops of gates, and for running along the sum mit of a very high wall which formed one side of his father’s garden. As time went on, this passion for climbing to dangerous heights became so strong as to lead him on one occasion to accom pany a daring workman in his ascent to repair the weather-cock of a neighboring church. It was not at all surprising, then, that the youth should accept with avidity an offer made by one of the itin erant company to teach him the art of walking upon the tight-rope. So assid uously and fearlessly, indeed, did Otto Inklemaun pursue his new vocation that five years had hardly elapsed ere his astonishing nerve and skill had secured for him engagements in every capital in Europe. It was after a second very lu crative tour of this kind that he made the acquaintance, at Lyons, of Walter Knight, the other individual referred to by me at the outset. The men again met at Paris, soon after, whither Otto had gone to fulfill a somewhat lengthy en gagement ; and it was toward the close of his stay in that city that he became the husband of his early love, Gretchen, a fair-haired German girl, with a com plexion in which ivory-white and the pink of the blushing rose were pleasing ly blended. Walter Knight, the descendant of a family which had figured prominently during the wars of the Roses, was at this time engaged as an assistant scene- painter at a small theatre which used to stand in a narrow street not far from the Lexumbourg. He saw Otto Inklemann frequently at a neighboring cafe, to which the rope-walker daily went when he sat down to his duintly-arranged de- fauner; trom which he made it a rule never to rise till the large gilded clock which faced him had marked the lapse of an hour and a half. To this meal, as well as to dinner, Otto several times’in- vited the young painter, for the former was glad to have some one near him, besides his wife, who could speak to him in his native language, the only one in which he was able to express himself with clearness. Otto had a strong dis like to any one who attached the slight est importance to patrician lineage, and this was one of the subjects which the two friends mutually agreed to avoid. But Gretchen was as yet unconscious of this feeling on the part of her husband, and she would sometimes, as she knew hardly anything of the English and their history, encourage Walter Knight to speak of the country in which he was bom, and he was thus insensibly led on one occasion to touch briefly upon the part which his family, in times long since gone by, had played on more than one well-fought field. The sneer, how ever, which this recital brought to the thin, pale lips of Otto Inklemann soon reminded Walter Knight that the sub- was a dis ject which he had introduced tateful one to his host. Upon a certain afternoon, when the young scene-painter had been maintain ing a lively conversation with Gretchen, the light-blue eyes of Otto Inklemann were suddenly raised from the plate in which he had been rather gloomily con templating for some minutes h% untasted strawberries, and asked abruptly: “Do you find scene-painting a profit able occupation ?” Walter Knight turned from Gretchen to the speaker, and looked at him with a studied expression of surprised on his face, not unmixed, however, with a shade of annoyance. Unless a man is remark ably successful in the career he has chosen, he rarely likes to be questioned as to the income yielded by his efforts. Some such feeling as this prompted the Englishman to reply, after a forced laugh: “Why do you ask that, Inklemann; are you dissatisfied with the pecuniary results of following your own calling, and do you wish to begin the study of my profession at the close of your Paris engagement?” “No,” answered the other, quietly “ my performance on the high rope is now bringing me in one thousand francs each time I appear, and I don’t think there is any other way open to me of getting so large an income with so little risk. ” “So little risk!” echoed Walter Knight, raising his eyebrows. “Oh, yes ; now I catch the spirit of your grim humor. There is merely the risk of falling from a height considerable great er than that of this house, and in such a way meeting with certain death. ” ‘ ‘ I was alluding to the very remote chance I ever have of losing a single thaler of what I once earn. It would not be so were I to invest my savings in business, you know,’’explained the Ger man, somewhat coldly. “But, Otto, we have enough—oh, surely enough—without your continu- ble I” exclaimed Gretchen, covering her eyes with h.ir hands, as if to shut out some shocking vision. “Would it, my little wife?” said the rope-walker, dryly, as ho rose and took a box of cigarettes from a side table— Absorbed by these thoughts he forgot to post his letter and at length turned into the cafe where he had met Inkle- mann that morning. Here he soon found that the missing umbrella had been taken charge of by the lady of the coun- the he did not smoke himself—and offered | ter who had received it from one of them to his guest. Gretchen got up waiters. from her chair also at this hint, and left | From this place he passed along some the two men alone. of the boulevards, now crowded by toy- “ It is agreed, then, that you are to j stalls. He was rejoined by Otto Inkle- trust yourself to me this evening,” in- j mann at the entrance to their destina- mg to endanger your Gretchen, with a slight shiver and an anxious glance at their guest. When we first spoke of marriage, Gretchen, you told me that it was my courage, my daring, made you love me, and now you speak of the performances which have made me famous and yielded us plenty of money, with a shuddering dislike,” said Otto, in a cold, hard voice, which brought a startled expression into her deep blue eyes. “Yes, at first, dear Otto; but now that I am your wife I could wish that you were anything rather than what you are, ” she answered, earnestly. “TLioit ic a pity.” ho said, sceeringly, for you will have to be content wi»h my way of life for the next few years, anyhow. I like it. To me there is no risk in it, I can walk upon a rope at any height with just as much safety as I can step across the floor of this room. But I have a proposal to make to you, my friend,” he added, turning to Walter Knight, “and one which I think may be made very advantageous to you. I have been getting five hundred francs extra a night during the past week for this new exploit of mine with the wheel barrow, but the man I wheel over the rope hai fallen suddenly ill, so I was told this morning, and it would take me a considerable time to discover any one with nerve enough to take his place. Now, until the person I speak of recov ers—I went up with him to the weather cock of a church when I was a boy—I am willing to divide the extra sum which 1 am to get, with you, if you will agree to my wheeling you across the rope in the barrow, during the performances of the next twenty days. You would have nothing to fear in my hands. ” “ Oh, no! do not consent to that, Herr Knight,” said Gretchen, quickly. “You would turn giddy, and—and I don’t at all approve of Otto’s new feat, for you might—” She stopped in some trepidation on observing the strange look of expectancy which was visible in her husband’s face. “Well, go on. He might, what?” asked Otto Inklemann, in a low. steadv voice. “Why, if I turned giddy I should i cause the loss of your life as well as my own. That is what your wife means, I presume,” broke in Walter Knight. “ But I don’t think that would be at all likely, if I had determination enough to look upward constantly.” “ You have active courage enough, I am certain,” said the rope-walker, after a few moments’ silence, during which he fixed his eyes searchingly on the face of his friend. “But have you passive courage ? Can yon resign yourself with implicit confidence into my hands, and regard yourself as a being who has no right to have any opinion whatever about the possibility of falling, save that wliich I may choose to con vey to you? For our undertaking you must regard yourself as a mere helpless mass, without the power of voluntary movement, and dependent upon me in every respect. Make up your mind to be all this, and I can an swer for it that you will be as safe as— as you are at the present moment. ” “ I Rave no doubt that I could shut my eyes rh a precautionary measure, and then—” “ Yes, you might shut them at the starting point; but I don’t think you could keep them shut,” interrupted Otto Inklemann. terrogated Otto, after a short silence. “ Y r es, ” replied Waiter Knight, who had been looking abstractedly at the time piece. * ‘ I am willing to take the risk upon the terms of remuneration you have mentioned. The fact is, I have pressing need of two thousand francs, and must have them ere the close of next week. ” “Very well, then, we must have a rehearsal this afternoon with a net slung a few yards below you; but, of course, you understand that there will be no need when we appear before the public to-night,” said Otto. “Perfectly. I take the risk in con sideration with the gain,” answered the other. They parted a few minutes later, with more cordial expressions of good feeling on the part of Otto than the painter had ever before received from his friend. Otto soon after went out and walked rapidly toward the building where he now nightly performed. He overtook Walter Knight, who had stopped to speak to oue of the actors at the theater, but when Otto had turned into another street, and nearly reached the bottom of it, he turned and retraced his steps; he had forgotten to bring with him a pair of velvet shoes which he wore during his dangerous performance. When within a few yards of his own door, he saw the figure of a man upon the steps in the act of pulling the bell. It was that of Walter Knight. The German touched him on the shoulder and said in n thin, strained voice, “ Returned again life,” pleaded bo soon, my dear friend ! Why, I should turn how 1 >aok replied Walter, “I have never felt any nervousness, even when standing at the edge of a precipice,” remarked the painter. “Then I am quite willing to wheel you across the rope and back. But re member,” said Otto slowly and clearly, “that if you become, contrary to my expectation, frightened, and try to bal ance yourself, by leaning either to one side or the other, I shall be obliged, for my own sake, to drop the handles of the wheelbarrow and abandon yon to vour fate.” “ Oh, Otto, that would be too horri- did you know that for my shoes ?” “I didn’t know it, simply. “ I believe you,” said Otto, quickly suppressing the outburst of a bitter laugh into which he had been betrayed, and changing it to a cough. “ I came back for my umbrella, which I left here,” explained the painter. “ I rather think you hadn’t one; we shall see. ” They entered the house, but their search for the missing article was in vain. ~ v Ah, well,” said Vvaltw-, th&y ouoo more reached the street, “ I must have left it on oue of the tables at the cafe.” Otto smiled, and then he asked, with something of eagerness in his manner: “ You will not fail me at the last mo ment to-night ? It would not do to dis appoint a large audience in carnival time, you know. That kind of thing is apt to make one unpopular, and might cause a row. You must come, now. ” Walter laughed as he said: “ I am too much in want of the money to miss the chance of earning such a sum lightly.” Again they parted, to meet in an hour’s time for the rehearsal. No sooner had Walter passed through the preliminary ordeal than he hastened to his lodgings and wrote a lengthy let ter to his sister at Pimlico. An excerpt from his epistle will sufficiently indicate the nature of its contents : “So with this money I can pay off the liability that poor Charles has con tracted, and prevent the arrest that he j dreads so much. With the balance I shall return next mouth to London, and I marry ray faithful Sally. But do not ; say a word about all this to her. I will ! do that myself when the proper time comes.” Having placed a postage stamp uuou this letter, he put it into the breast pocket of his coat, intending to drop his missive into a boite avx left res, which was let into the wall of a house close to his own residence, not long after he descended to the hall door and had just opened it when he saw Gretchan standing without. She was pale, and her eyelids had that redness which tells of many tears. It seemed to Walter that she had been waiting irresolutely at the door. “Herr Knight,” she said, in a hurried voice, speaking as she always did to him in her native language. “ I have come to advise you, to implore you, not to trust yourself on that fearful rope. I cannot tell yon all my reasons for dread ing some fatal result. But believe me when I say that your life— ” “ There is not the slightest risk if he does what is right,” said a voice. She turned with a half suppressed scream, and saw that her husband was almost at her side. He had crossed over uuperceived from an archway nearly op posite, where he had been hidden from view while his wife had been waiting. “Come, Gretchen,” Otto went on in a cheerful well modulated voice, “ ns a reward for your continued anxiety about j my good friend’s safety we shall insist on you witnessing our performance your self this evening. Let us go home now, my little wife, it is almost time that I should prepare for the rope. I shall expect to see you,” he added, as he nodded to Walter Knight, “ in an hour’s time. The husband of Gretchen then led her away by clasping one of her arms just above the elbew. Walter Knight thought it somewhat strange that she should exhibit so much nervousness respecting the risk he was about to run, when her husband was nightly in the habit of encountering a peril equally great. But the young painter soon came to the conclusion that the course she had just taken had been prompted by some suddenly awakened fear that her husband’s safety would be placed in unusual jeopardy by having a new occupant of the wheelborrow. tion. The vast building, with its tier upon tier of boxes, was' crowded when Otto made his appearance. He was watched with breathless interest as he placed Walter Knight in the barrow, and ran the grooved wheel on the chalked rope which was stretched from one side of the house to the other, and at a height but little below that of the lofty ceiling. When the rope-walker had accomplished half the distance across, he stopped, as was his custom, and the applause be came general and continuous. In spite of the noise in the house, Walter soon became conscious that Otto was speak ing to him. “ You are able to hear me, are you not, Walter Knight?” said Otto at length. “ Oh, yes; but I fear that my nerves are not quite strong enough to admit of turning my head round to look at you, even if that were not contrary to orders. ” “ Listen, but do not move; the slight est movement on you part would be the signal for your death,” was uttered by Otto in a tone almost fierce. “ Then I will take particular care uot to wink even,” answered Walter, firmlv “Now, attend. Your secret is known to me,” said the rope-walker. “What secret?” asked the other, in a tone of wonder. “ The secret of your love.” “That can have no interest for you, Inklemann,” rejoined Walter, who now began to experience an undefined dread, “ You think that I don’t love my wife sufficiently for that, do you ?” demanded Otto, in a deep voice, that had some thing tragic in its notes. “You shall soon be undeceived then.” “I think nothing of the kind,” re plied Walter quickly. “Immaterial. You shall die all the same within the next few minutes.” “Are you mad?” cried Walter, on whose forehead a profuse perspiration had suddenly broken out. “Yes, I think I am,” said Otto bitterly, “ but that is not to the pur pose. To be brief, my wife, has been false to me. Your return to my house to-day, when you unexpectedly en countered me, Her anxiety for your A RAILROAD HORROR.' safety, these and fifty other things that I have noticed—all prove my suspicions v ere correct. ” “What frenzy is this which has seized you ?” “ Remember that you are completely at my mercy and make a clean breast of it, before yon lie a mass of broken bones on those empty iron chairs be neath us. It will be regarded as a pure accident by the audience, and I shall be avenged. I have suspected you both for sometime past, but not till to-day did I feel quite [certain. A« I look down upon you sitting there, I can almost see the letter which I am sure she gave you at your door. It was peeping from the breast pocket of your coat, as I was putting you into the barrow. Now, tell me how long this has been going on, or I will drop the handles I hold, and send you headlong below. ” This last sentence wa i hissed through Otto’s clenched teeth. “Inklemann,” said the painter in that thick broken voice, which proceeds from a throat parched by feverish emotion, “you are the victim of a de lusion, the offspring of a wildly jealous nature. Your wife, even if I had seen her when she was Fraulien Schultz would never have made any impression on my heart. I am, in fact, engaged to a woman whom I love dearer than all the world beside, and this very letter you speak of, which I forgot to post on my way hither, would prove what I say, if you could see it.” “Then let me see it,” said Otto, doubtfully. “I cannot; it would be death, yon know, were I to move,” replied Walter Knight. “All false; a mere trick to gain time.” “ Wheel me to the other side, and then 1 solemnly promise to show you the letter. As to the umbrella, ask at the cafe if I did not find it there an hour ago.” The applause had gradually subsided, but the strains of a large military band beneath, still rendered their voices audi ble to none but themselves. “ No, you would then escape me; but, stop, I can balance you with one hand, resting a leg of the barrow on the rope. With the other hand I can take the let ter from you, and read sufficient of it for my purpose, if you can hand it to me steadily over your left shoulder. Bn beware of too sudden a movement, either to one side or the other, if you would not loose you life sooner than I intend. ” The letter was handed open to Otto Inklemann, amid the fresh outbursts of applause from the audience, who sup posed that this new and difficult feat had been duly practiced for their delec tation. “ Now you can murder me,” said Walter Knight, “ if you choose; but my last words will be, I’m quite innocent of the charge you have made against __ ^ »t me. “ I am satisfied that you at least are not to blame. Perhaps I have been al together mistaken,” said Otto Inkle mann, doubtfully; and then he wheeled his burden in safety to the other side of the house. But Walter did r,<>t sligain trust bisli 1 ^ to the rope-walker, :uia1 the painter hat therefore to wait two) years 1< he wedded the woiuaya of his choice, A Train of Car. Filled with People Pinna- inft Thranch a Hridce—.llany Killed and Wonnded. The recent terrible railroad accident in Connecticut is thus described : An excursion train, consisting of two loco motives, a baggage car, six paesenger coaches and two freight cabooses, and packed to suffocation with men and women, left Hartford .at twenty minutes past nine o’clock for Millertou, N.Y., the other terminus of the road, and way stations. Three-fourths of the passen gers were women and cne-fourth men, representing the better class of people along the line of the road. The object of the excursion w r as to attend one of the services of the Moody and Sankey meetings, held in the rink of this city, and the excursionists were, in a friendly and companionable mood, beguiling the night ride with conversation and sacred songs. At Bloomfield and Tariffville a score of passengers were dropped, and the train then entered the Farmington flats, a stretch of low ground tlirough which flows tho river of the same name, and bounded on either hand by the Talcott Hills. Half a mile beyond Tariffville the train- reached a long Howe truss bridge, two spans of which were supported in the middle by a stone pier of solid masonry. The first span was crossed in safety, but when the locomotive reached the middle 6f the second span, the right side suddenly sank away beneath them. The impetus of the train carried the engine to the further shore, the leader turning a complete somersault, and landing on the further bank upon its top, while the other engine plunged straight forward and fell over upon the side. The baggage car and three pass enger cars followed in a disordered pile, the first named leaping clear of the others, while the foremost passenger car was crushed beneath the other two. Upon them fell a portion of the broken bridge, the iron girders and cross pieces tearing through the light wood work of the cars and making havoc among the occupants. The rest of the train remained upon the track. As the bridge silently settled beneath the too heavy load, there was a sudden catching of breath among the passengers, but no outcry. Then came the blind ing crash. As the cars piled promiscu ously upon oue another, a cry of terror, broke from the passengers, followed al most immediately by loud cries for as sistance, as the heavy bridge girders tore their way through the masses of human ity piled in the bottom of the cars. The shock of the fall put out the lamps, and as the horrified passengers poured out of the uninjured cars on the bridge, they were almost rendered powerless by the sounds of terror and suffering which came to them out of the dark recesses of the wreck. _ Immediately the uninjured began to crawl out from doors and windows, and before long the rescue of the wounded began. The sound of the falling train "was neard in the distant village of Tarift- ville. The church bells were rung, and soon the entire town had turned out to render assistance to the wrecked com pany. Fires were built on the ice. and sledges were improvised from saplings and car cushions, upon which those most seriously injured were drawn away to a place of safety. But the work lacked system, and little had been accomplished when a special train containing medical assistance arrived from Hartford. The horror of the scene was increased by the intensely cold wind which blew from the north, retarding the wox - k of rescue and freezing stiff the clothes of those luck less passengers who had fallen under the water. The reinforcements from Hart ford worked with a will, and soon cleared the wreck of all who were living. These were cared for in the neighboring farm houses and in the uninjured cars. Everything needful was furnished, all selfishness seeming to be forgotten in the common cause of humanity. One thing was commented on with great thankfulness : the absence of fire, so frequently an awful accompaniment in accidents of this sort. As soon as the wounded were cored for, search was in stituted for the dead. The bodies of two wounded ladies, Miss Hettie Me- Cargan and Miss Allen, were first found, and soon afterwards that of [Miss Mc- Cargan’s sister Mary. The remains of Mrs. Benjamin Carman were recovered soon after, and also that of Jeanette Warner, of Canaan. These five women, still in their frozen garments, bore no trace of bodily injury, all of them, seem ingly, having perished by drowning. Five young men from New Hartford, among the killed, were of a party of six who were on the platform of the car en joying the moonlight ride and whistling in chorus. The only survivor of the six had left the party and was inside at the time of the accident. About thir teen persons were killed and and fifty wounded. FARM, HARDEN AND HOUSEHOLD. ’ An Indian Rabbit Drive in NevatUu A recent traveler describes the annual “ rabbit drives ” of the Flute Indians in Nevada : From five hundred to a thou sand head of game, if we may so use the If by improper or injudicious feeding eX p re8 8ion, are caught in one hunt. A | Y-shaped fence is put up, made of slight saplings, across which is stretched a | wide-meshed net, woven of hemp or willow-bark, held down to the ground by weights ; and in the angle of this in closure an Indian or two takes up his position, while the rest of [the band, in numbers as large ns they can muster, in- I eluding the squaws and children, stall off to hunt the game. At a distance of 1 ten or twelve miles iioni Hie trap they | start the “ drive ”—that is to say, the full harvest moon is i entire company scatters itself into a | wide semi-circle, and with whoops and Farm Notes. A fat calf is 62.3 per cent, water and 37.7 of dry substance. at any period in the life of a cow she was made to take on an excessive amount of fat, the cow would ever after be prone to the secretion of fat, to the detriment of milk. Here is a poem on a melon, by a Persian post, Adsched of Meru : Color, taste and -smell, smargdus, sugar and' musk— Amber for the tongue, for tho eye a pietuiv rare— If you cut the fruit in slices, every shoe a cre scent fair— If you leave it whole, the there. It is much easier to keep a cellar in . yells, falls to beating the sage-brush, or good and cleanly order, and everything low saplings, if the ground be wooded, neat in the place, than to allow the ac- i with sticks and clubs. Then the fright cumulation of decaying matter, and afterwards to be compelled to clean it all out, with the danger of disease from bad air superadded.—Country Gentle man. There should be a large stencil plate for marking meal bags, grain sacks and similar articles, and a smaller rubber stamp for printing the owner’s name on hoes, shovels, rakes and the many small tools which are often lent, often used away from the house and consequently liable to be lost or stolen. The woods which are heavier than water are Dutch box, Indian cedar, ebony, lignumvitie mahogany, heart of oak, pomegranate and vine. Lignum- vitae is one-third heavier ; pomegranate rather more. On the other hand, cork having a specific gravity of twenty- four, and popular 38.3, are the lightest woody ^products.—Germantown Tele- graph. Nature has shown to us two paths ened rabbits start up by the hundred, and are forthwith chased by the shriek ing, hooting hunters, with wild flour ishing of sticks and waving of all their rags, down towards the trap. Gradu ally contracting their ranks around the drove of flying creatures, they close them fairly into the netted inclosure, whence escape is impossible. To add to their bewilderment, the men within the trap start up with yells rivaling those of the hunters outside, and the luckless rabbits, dashing themselves against the net to force a way out, fasten their heads in the meshes and are fixed there. When every one is a prisoner the brave huntsmen quietly make the tour of the net, and with their sticks dispatch the game, which the squaws in their turn collect and ‘ ‘ pack ” home to the lodges. And then follows a great feast of rabbit meat, and after that the squaws have their hands full of work in the making of robes and cloaks out of the soft, downy, gray skins. And the rabbits which lead to a knowledge of agriculture | that are “ left over,” so to speak, among experience and imitation. Preceding husbandmen, by making experiments, have established many maxims. The’r posterity generally imitate them ; but we ought not only to imitate others, but make experiments, not directed by chance, but by reason.— Varro. An Indian Hand HUH. In the East Indies hand-mills are still in general use, and oftener turned by woman than by men. Their construc tion is so very simple, that it appears almost incredible the quantity of required fur suen nirTnUHensepopuia- the sage-brush, have a rest from perse cution until the next fall. The Indians value a rabbit-skin robewery highly, and much prefer them to blankets, though it takes a good deal of time and patience to make one. This work, however, is all done by the squaws, and is taken as a matter of course by the “ bucks ” of the tribe. “The Golden Hand.” Jit t] 9. I -I Andrew Johnson and the Dog. A Greenville neighbor of Andrew Johnson owned a dog which was a favorite of the ex-President’s. The day before he died he stroked the animal upon the head, saying, “ Prince, you and I are getting old ; we are uot long for this world.” This was Sunday ; Monday night he died, a short distance from Greenville, and Wednesday a train brought his remains home. “Prince” was at the depot, and the car containing Johnson’s remains ran over the faithful dog, crushing out his life. This recalled vividly what the ex-President had said only three days before. It is said that during the first two years of his Green ville life after hie return from the Presi dency he was as restless as a caged lion, walking about the streets without employment, and apparently deeply miserable with the long days hanging upon his hands, and no way to take care of the time congenial with his tastes. he Dangers of the Telephone. A young man from Syracuse brought a couple of telephones and a coil of wire rope to Rome last week, and in the evening he went around to a house where a girl lives, and whistled softly until one of the upper windows was opened, as expe~tod b would be. Then l:e one of the telephones up in and whispered into ♦*' e ment, J ‘” -ear came the answer, ' ere, and if you’ll wait till I boots on you’ll think you’re < ! the next world by fifty thousand ty. ” He had hit the wrong 'Pome (N. Y^Sentinel. tion should be ground by handfuls. The mill is merely composed of two rough- hewn circular stones, whose size seldom exceeds thirty inches in diameter, gen erally smaller. The under stone Las au iron spike, of about two or three inches in circumference, fixed firmly in it, to serve as a pivot to the upper one, which has a hole in the centre, of from three to four inches in diameter, cut out of the stone, where—as the mill turns quicker or slower, according to the de gree of fineness required in the flour—the grain is put in by the hand on account of the flour coming out all round the edgjs, the mill is generally placed on a floor prepared purposely by those who deal in flour. In private families they will spread under it a clean cloth, which the friction usually wears into holes in a very short time. To keep the upper stone in its proper place, a piece of strong wood is inserted across the up per stone, in which is a hole, lined with iron, just large enough for it to turn on the spike of the under stone easily. There is also in some a wooden handle fixed upright, in the upper stone near the edge; often merely a finger supplies the place of a handle. These mills are easily turned by oue person; but if a large quantity of corn is required to be ground, two are usually employed. The i washing and drying of wheat—which it j requires, from the corn not threshed but trod out by bullocks, uu muzzled—the sifting of the flour, and the turning of the mill is the occupation of woman. ('OWM. The London Milk Journal says: That cows have memory, language, signs and means of enjoying pleasant associa tions,combining for aggressive purposes, has been recognized, but scarcely to the extent the subject merits. Traveling in Italy, many years ago, we visited some of the large dairy farms in the neighbor hood of Ferrara. Interspersed among much of the low-lying, unhealthy laud, remarkable for the prevalence on it of very fatal forms of anthrax in the sum mer season, are fine, undulating pasture- lauds, and the fields are of great extent. We happened to stop at a farm-house oue fine autumn afternoon, when the cows were about to be milked. Abed of over one hundred were grazing home ward. The women took their positions with stool close to the house, and ns the cows approached names were called out, which at first were thought addressed to the milk-maid. Rora, Florenza, Giula, Sposn, and many names which were noted by us at the time, were called out by the overseer, or one of the women ; and we were astonished to see cow after cow cease feeding or chewing her cud and make direct, sometimes at a trot, for the woman that usually milked her. The practice we found was not confined to one farm. All the cows on each farm knew their respective names, and took up their position in the open stall just as readily as the members of some lar ( "~ herds in this country, turning f rom the r fields,take up their — •. m their s^tslor* The Brussels police are much elated at flourIjjM-oaptanroi a female pickpocket who is reputed to be the ablest operator iu that line, and is known by the sobriquet of ‘ ‘ The Golden Hand. ” This artist and her husband work in concert, and have quite a European reputation. Berlin, Vienna, London and Paris have in turn been the scene of their exploits; indeed, the lady boasts that she has made the tour of the world. In Paris they have spent eleven years, but, though roboing actively all the time, their operations were conducted with such marvelous skill and cunning that no robbery could ever be brought home to them, How ever, the fatal day came last month. A detective who was shadowing Madame T’Servranex saw her approach a lady at the Northern railroad, who was buying her ticket. The “Golden Hand” fol lowed the passenger, and just as she was entering the railroad carriage, she, too, appeared intent on doing the same. This caused a little embarrassment, which ended by Madame T’Servranex graceful ly giving way, and presently leaving the station. “ Have you your purse ?” ask ed the detective. “ Gracious, it’s gone, and full of money, too, ” was the answer. “The Golden Hand ” was arrested a few minutes later, and her husband con gratulated the officer iu most flattering terms. Brain Stimulant. The best possible thing for a man to being q 0 w } icn fie feels to weak too carry any thing through is to go to bed and sleep as long as he can. This is the only re cuperation of brain power, the only actual recuperation of brain force; be- c mse during sleep the brain is in a state of rest, in a condition to receive and appropriate particles of nutriment from the blood, which takes the place of those which have been consumed by previous labor, since the very act of thinking burns up solid particles, as every turn of the wheel or screw of the steamer is the result of consumption by fire of the fuel in the furnace. The supply of consumed brain substance can only be had from the nutritive par ticles in the blood which were eaten previously, and the brain is so consti tuted that it best can receive and ap propriate to itself those nutritive parti cles during the state of rest, of quiet, and stillness of sleep. Mere stimulants supply nothing iu themselves; they goad the brain, and force it to a greater consumption of its substance, until it is so exhausted that there is not power enough left to receive a supply. atd of Health. in I llii n- Tvj]»iow.— to a Horse. 11a 1*.idler, who is figuring oe msuo a notary public of this dis trict, is a New Hampshire lady. She wears on her bosom a large round pin, in which is set a large miniature of a fine black stallion, a pet of hers,to whichi she has willed 310,000, and the interest of that amount is appropriated to his perfect care and keeping as long as he lives, with a suitable sum for a hand- •some burial.— Washington Post. A Girl with a Will. She lives at Ottawa, Canada, says the Detroit Free Press, and this is how she managed it: She thought it would be just os well to commence housekeeping right away, and begin the new year with training up her husband in the way he should go, but her fatlm thought differently. Sojjbo—■'WVfEed nil friends i<j, ..tW**~^vedding at a certain, ohwreri at a given hour. Of i-eonrse there was a big crowd, including the angry father, who was prepared lo forbid the bans with a shotgun. Mean while the young lady and her adored William went to another church and were quietly married, and as they left the sacred edifice she remarked that where there was a Will there way. Items of Inter Fruitful acres—hollow There are 1,800,000 segars ally in the United States. A pretty hood—childhood, expensive hood—womanhood, - A Swedish exploring expedition wf ’ start for the north poleii May. -r “ What is a smile ?” asked a man of a little girl. “ The whisper of a laugh,” said she. Germany, Turkey and Brazil will probably not take part in the Paris ex position. Gassaway is the name of the singer of Texas who has written a pociu of 15,437 lines. Mary E. Booth, daughter of Juniufc- Brutus Booth, has gone on the stage in Philadelphia. Why didn’t he eat up the whole desk ? We rafer to the anaconda who swallowed a pigeoiKwhole. That was « very enterprising news paper that tried to secure the report*, from the pistols. The reason why whales trequeni' tqj north pole is because they supply the “ northern lights ” with oil. It needs considerable moral courage for a man who is courting to map out V and try to grow a pair of side whiskgrs', ^ The man who sets type takes more interest in a blank line.than in the most-?? uolished editorial that can be produced, -y' •* ’Ji € ft V was a There are about one million operator engaged in the iron industries of the United States. The entire value of manufactured iron for one year is $900 - 00,000. *«§B —Courier-Journal. The principal articles exported from the United States to Europe are grain, pork, lard, savings bank presidents, meat, butter heiresses, weather predic tions and horses. Mr. Smith, who has to lug a scuttle of coal up stairs tliree times a day, reads with prospective joy the announcement that the coal-fields of the world will be exhausted in 2,000 years. GLOOM. “ The darkest day in all the year ?— The rest will then be lighter., The saddest day ?—then banish fear ; To-morrow will be brighter.” Two hundred and twenty street lamps at Providence, R. I., which extend over a distance of nine miles, are now lighted and extinguished by electricity, in less than fifteen An inquisitive boy in Iowa wished tc hear how bird shot sounded when it whizzed out of the muzzle of a gun. Hereafter he will travel through this beautiful world ornamented with £u leather ear. The aggregate steam motive po\jer at present in use in the world is 3,500.000 horse power employed in stationary engines, and 10,000,000 horse power in locomotive engines, making a total of 13,500,000 horse power. The love of glory, the fear of shame, the design of making a fortune, the de sire of rendering life easy and agreeable and the humor of pulling down other people are often the cause of that valor so celebrated among men. The Wisconsin Teacher saysT recent teachers’ examination in this State, an old teacher being asked wheth er this country was a Democracy, re plied: “No; but it would have been if Mr. Tilden had been elected. Since Mr. Hayes was elected it is a Republic.” The expenses of Stanley’s great Afri can journeys, just concluded, nave been about $115,000, borne equally by the New York Herald and London TWe- graph —more than any previous African expedition, private or governmental, and giving more complete and import- nat results than any other. The Russians sent some seventy wagons with Turkish wounded to Erze- roum the other day, with General Hey- mann’s compliments to Mukhtar Pasha, and the message: “You kill my wonnded, here are yours. Send back the wagons, as I need them.” The wagons were all sent back after discharg ing their load. The American people are the greatest readers iu the world. They read any thing almost, and everything. Africa just now is a popular subject, and many books treating of it are issued. All of them describe one of the sea-coast tribes who use buttons for money. This pe culiarity makes such a deep impression on the minds of many readers, that when they go to church Sundays they thought lessly put buttons in the collection box instead of cash. Liebig on wines : Tho following is a translation of a paragraph found in the writings of Professor Von Liebig, the distinguished German chemist : The white wines are hurtful to the nervous system, causing trembling, confusion of language and convulsions. The stronger wines, such as champagne, rise quickly iu the head, but their effects are only of short duration. Sherry and strong eider are more quickly intoxicating than the generality of wines, and they have a peculiar influence on the gastric juices of tho stomach. The intoxication of beer is heavy and dull, but its use does not hinder the drinker from gaining flesh. The drinkers of whisky and brandy are going to certain death. A singular death from starvation took place at Rockville, Conn., recently. About a year ago a Scotchman named Montgomery, overseer in a gingham mill there, who had been iu poor healtl for some time, applied to tho Hartford hospital for treatment, and it was found that the passage leading from the stomach to the abdomen was growing up. A tube was introduced for tho purpose of opening a passage, and the experiment was for a time successful, but the effect was uot permanent, and for some months he took no food except liquid through this tube. He gradually wasted away, but was at his place in the mill five days before he died. A correspondent of the Richmond (Va.) Dispatch tells the following anec dote of the war: “ On one of our marches in the earlvsiiriwg; when a chilling rain ailing for days, and the slush was almost waist deep, my command, j utterly wretched and broken down, was j struggling along as best it could under I such circumstances. Worn out myself, I I crept into a fence-corner to rest awhile. Presently I saw a solitary straggler coming slowly up the road. He seemed almost exhausted—his shoes wwre go ,v *' and his feet cut and bleeding, f -‘iY struck with his appearance, for thr<. __ all its wretchedness shone the indomita ble spirit of the Southern soldier—the man who would be found at his post, or else dead in the attempt to reach it. I watched him closely, and as he dragged himself slowly past, I heard him mutter ing to himself: ‘Bless me if I ever I-Vd another country.’” • f 'MB ir - Vv k IrsitiifS?. THIS PAGE CONTAINS FLAWS AND OTHER DEFECTS WHICH MAY APPEAR ON THE FILM