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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. C., OCTOBER 14, 1879. VOL. II[.-NO. 110. EVERY YEAR. The spring has loss of brightness Every year; And the snow a ghastlior whiteness, Every year; Nor do summer flowc re quicken, Nor autumn fruitago thicken, As they onco did, for they sioken Every year. It in growing darker, colder, Every year; As the heart and soul grow o'der, Every year; I care not now for dancing, Or for eyes with passion glancing, Lovo is loss and loss entrancing Every year; Of the loves and soirows blended, Every year; Of the charms of freidship ended Every year; Of the ties that still might b:nd me, Until Time to Dr ath resign me, My inIrmit~es remind me, Every year. Ah I how sad to look before up, Every year; While the cloud grows. darker o'er us, Every year; When we see the blossoms faded, That to bloom we might have aided, And immortal garlands braided Every year, To the past go more dead faces, Every year, As the loved leave vacant places, Every year; Everywhere the sa-l eyes meet us, In the ovening's dusk they groot us, And to come to them entreat us, Every year. "You are growing old," they toll nie, 'Every year;" "You are more alone," they toll us, "Every year;" "You can wi no neow affection, You have only , ecolloction, Deeper sorrow and dejection, Every year." Rees' Meimnry. The flue farm of .Manorgwyn, belonging to the Reese, was situated about five miles from our town of Trefavon. And Mr. Matthew Rees hinself was -a fine portly man of some forty or fifty years of age and a bachelor. The only defect he had-if Farmer Rees could be said to have a defect-was what the neighbors termed the "loss of his head." le was indeed such an absent minded man that he would sometimes seriously reflect whether lie could have been present when he came into the world. Still this absence of mind rarely Interfered with his daily or weekly duties, Ile transacted his business as methodically as if lie had been a machine wound up; but if anything new or unfore seen occurred, if lie were expected to re member a date or a naie, or to act out of the usual rotitine, the machine got out of order at once. Ile possessed, however, two memories one within doors one without. These were his housekeeper Mally, and his carter Jehoram, faniliarly called Jeho. But they' also failed hin in the course of time. "Mally, you never reminded me I" was the farmer's reproof one (lay when he had invited a friend to dinner and lie was him aelf enged elsewhere. "Dee togoodness, master, I'm 'forget ting myself, was the answer. "Time you should be looking for a wife. There's Miss Nezia, Francis Tygwyn daughter, now. "Francis Tygwyn? Well, now, let me think, Illis daughter ? I forgot. Has lie an unmarried daughter, Mally ?" "Lor, master, you know that he has, and she Is single, they ar3 saying, for your sake. Why, you used to mnake love to her when you wvere a boy." "Did I? I never remember makmng love in my life, Mally. 1 shouldn't know how I Did you ever make love ?" "On my deced, master, you are funny. I've been courted many a time, but I waus never of the for'ward sort, as Jeho wiUl say for me, if you'll be asking himn. We've bengigtogether long enough now." Roes opndhis eyes, and they were not destitute of the sparks of amusement. In spite of lis oblivious temperament, lie took in a joke at the moment, even if he forgot it the next. Mally was justified in her assertiion con cerning Miss Francis. This lady had quietly allowed forty-five years of her life to slip by without taking to herself a helpmate, anud, strange as it may seem, for the sake of flees Manorgwyn. Whien she was seven teen and heo twvo and twenty, there had passed between them words that -hie had forgotten but she had stored up in her mie mnory. He had neveir made her an offer, never oven Mrid her that lie loved her ; 'but, for all that, Kezla at forty-five was as sin cerely attached to Mr. Rlees as sheo '4a been at seventeen. Niothing further was said about Rlees and -Miss Franels but In a short time Mally and Jeo wore married, They retired to aptidy cottage on the Manorgwyn estate, and the farmer found that while he had two memo rIes out of door's lie had none within. Bot lie and his household suffered from the loss. "What were you sayIng to mne about somebody's daughter, some young woman, Mully?"4 he ipquired, a month or so after' thiat worthy spinster became a matton. - "I was telling you of. Francis Tygwyn's elder daughter, Kezia, mnaster. Make yrou haste, or she'll be too old for anyboely.9 "To be sure. , I remember F'rancis Tygwyn's Kezia, Thank you for roemind-. lng me, Mahly. I'll tie a knot in may hand kerchief-i shan't fro." Ho went about hs business, repeating "Francis, Tygwyn's Kezia," uttl the words rang in'his head like the. three bells of Llanfach church. The followIng Saturday hie met Tygwyn, in the market. *"Ms Jones- Francis, I mean-you were the mfmn I was thinking of, They are telling me you've got a fine mare--no; a young lifer. 'Vn my :soul, I can't remember. Which Is It? Yinels Tygwyn's KoezIa. Name o' goodness whij 1* lat man?" "I have a daughter Koia 4Jo, replied Francis, half amunised, hitlfofaedo "Daughter I Ot.eoursoj that' wist' I meant' and a very gooid daughto hftl me.o -ow is she -" "You liad better come andoB%.'I t ears - aince you've ben to Tygwyn. Suppose you uide back *ith dio," ti h The two farmers trotted briskly along the turnpike, and walked their well fed horses quickly up the hill, reaching their destina tion in an hour. Whei lees shook hands with Kezia, he little thought what a flitter she was in. But fie remembered Mall .,'s a( ,ice and the necessities of his househ1Aold, and tried to gather up his wits for the emermency of his case. When he looked at Kezia in an ab sent sort of way, he found hiniseIf wonder ing what sort of thing a wirn was, and whether she would be more -.r less trouble some than a housekeeper. By degrees he took to admiring her round, fair face, and comely figure, and all of a sudden a vision of his youth flitted before his cloudy mind. Ile suddenly burst out laughing. "Do you rememberspelling 'opportunity' behind the door with me ? What fun it was I" he said, Ills sides shaking at the pleasant recollection. Francis Tygwyn's sides shook also till the old fellow began to cough: but Kezia colored as vividly as she had probably done on the memorable occasion alluded to. "I'll be back directly-I must take my cough mixture," said Francis, hastily leav ing the room. Rlees' memory vanislied with him and when he and Kezia was left alone lie had nothing more (o say. Ile had a comfort able glass of spirits anid water, delicately flavored with lemon, before him, and lie began to stir It. It was now Kezia's turn to have nothing to say, for she was a shy woman, and in love, if lees was not. She began to make up the fire, nid while nervously heaping on blocks of wood, a spark flew out and caught her white muslin apron. Aln inspiriting little flame W1as the consequcnc-, which she ,%as about to extinguish, to tile (danger of her hands. when Rees jumped up and took her in his arnis. Ilie fiad no intention, an terior or ulterior, but that of putting out the fire, whereas 11e kindled a new one, being himself suddenly all aflame. "I came on purpose to marry you. Will you have ine 1" 110 said boldly, when Kezia had managed to release herself. "Thank you, Mr. flees. Yes, if you please," she replied, gratefully, for had not the comfortable farmer been her life-long love. Thero Is certainly no accounting for dreams, or, indeed, for proposals. Ilees, Manorgwyn, could never account for his, and would probably have slept it off with his spirits and water had not Kezia had a father. Happily for her, 11e wis not an ab sent man, and, returning just as the words we have quoted were spoken, hie ratified them with his blessing. Thle news soon spread far and wide that the "young couple" were engaged and more jokes were made over those I wo common place words than would have filled Joe Miller's jest book. '"That's my doing. Now I must keep master up to it." said MHally; and so she did. Ile was quite forgetting to visit hissweet heart, but at last lie got In the habit of rid - ing once a week to Tygwyn and would probably have continued it to his dying day, but for Kezia's father. le was for naming the wedding day its soon ts polite ness permitted, and as Rees would not, and Kenia could not do this, lie took It on him1 self. So through him the day was appointed. On the eventful morning Molly was early at the farm, but her master was abroad be fere her. le'had forgottenit was his wed ding-day.. Iowever they managed it so that lie was still In good time to meet the bride and her party at the church; Rees, standing near tie altar, looked about him inquiringly. "What tire we hear for, my dear?" lie whispered to Jemima, the bridesmaid. "Why, you are going to be married, Mr. Rees." "To be surc. Come along, my dear," lie said,'hohlng out lis hlandl to Jemima, who pushed Kezla towards him. The clergyman was a friend of Rlees, and acqumaintedl with lia peculiarties. He there fore held hinm to his point durliig the mar riage service, and wl~ien lie appeared obli vious, recalled hiim by a whlispered, "Rie peat after me." So the ccremoiiy was thien performed at last, and Kozia experienced the truith of the proverb, "All comies to those who cani wait." Matrimony ciame to her after twenty five years' expecctancy, andl~ she was con tent. So, in a mianner, was Rlees, who had ne0ver eXxected It at all. 'Thoey galloped back to Tygwvyn sid1o by side, with their friends following, where they feasted and ested, and entertained all the country, until they set out again and gallopped to Manorgwyn. Kezia slipped into her place so naturally' that at the end of a wveek lie was heard to dleclare that lhe believed lie hadh beeni mar ried all his life, aind at the end of a fort night lie was sure of It. "I never forget anything now," lie as sorted, pointing to Ils new Memory. lie was, nevertheless, occnsmonailly obhi viouis when absent from her ; a fact she realized thirteen (lays after the wedding. She accompanied hinm to Trefavon Fair, already-alluded to, and~ it was agreed he tween them, as.theoy bowled along in hIs dog-cart, that when he had finished his business, and she her shopping and calls, lie would pick her tup at Mr. Jones the doctor's. Trefavon Fair wvas unusually brisk that day, and Ro~es unuisually busy. However, evening came andl he started home. On the way something seemed strange to him, and lie kept repeating at intervals: "I'm sure I've' forgotten something. What can It be ?" He liad dlismnounted, and was in the pas sage, when Jeh~o exclaimed: "Where's misus I" "That's It I I knew I had forgotten some thing," cried the abashed husband. "Put the little mare in and dive to Dr. Jones's and fetch her, if I go, maybeo-I shall for get again. I ought never to have miarried." "What shall she say V" lie thought, "Will she scold for an hour and send mae out ot my'mind, or will she sulk and be silent? That's what they say the wonton do; and I daresay the men deserve It. I'm sure I do I wonder' when I lost my memory, and where I dropped It." Whon Rlees arrIved at this portion of his mental castigation lie grew so confused that lie would probably have forgotten Kezla agai, ha no)the. sound of .wheehs aroused hi.ie felt too-miich ashametd of him-~ self to go out to meet 1her, but stared into the fire as If ignor-ant of' her arrival. A peal of hearty laughter made him.stprt and ttiruiroundelIt was Kezia, lohking so good. tempted atid buxtom that he laugIed top, O 11 ayp ear the last of It, 6~ (loctor said you had forgotten men 1" she cx elaimed.y "I Suppose Ihad; but I'll try never to forget you again. Let's spell opportunity." They spelt it so loudly that tie wainscoat echoed, and from that time forth it Is re corded that, thanks to his wife, he gradu ally picked up his memory. "If we had inarried yotinu I should never have lost it," said he. 'Better late than never," replied she. Anl ExpetHScientist. Tleiiiurder of lary Stiannard in Connecti cut, and the arrest of the Rev. Mr. Hayden on the charge of being the murderer, are fresh in memory. IHis trial Is soon to come off, aind science has been preparing the testi miony. Professor White hai had Mr. Hay donf's knife-blade under his microscope, ai has examined (every speck thereon. "What (lid you find on it? Judge Ilar rison asked him at the preliminary examin at ion. "Blood1." "What kind of blood?" ''lluman )blood." And the Rev. Alr. Hayden looked as in terestedf and innocently earnest at the Pro fessor while this testimony was going on as the student does to the Professor In college at the climax of an explerlient in natural philosophy. He afterward told, and his wife told, how the bloodI got there. "Just so," Lawyer Jones said ; "blood gets on the pen-knife at I lines of all of us. Mr. Hayden had cut his finger." Then Professor White was obliged to admit that science had not yet got so far as to be able to distinguish Alary Stannard's blood from the Rev. Mr. Ilayden's. So the blood specks.on the knife went for naught with the J ust ice, and he discharged Mr. Hayden. But pcience (lid not let go of the case. The microscope, chemicials, measurements, keen eyes, hours of patient work on a speck that a breath would blow away, have, it is now said, made a discovry. The muscles, of the flesh of M 4try Stannard's neck near the stab that killed 'er, have been resolved to their orginal gases and elements, so as to discover any foreign matter, such as a speck of steel, when that which had been Mary Stannard's neck had bicome vapor under the chemist's manipulation. Then the microscope was put upon the clean, white paper, that would catch any foreign substance and hold it. To the nak ed eye there appeared on the paper nothing more than a speck-like dust, that a w hiff of wind might have blown there ; but on it the microscopist placed a glass that could make one hair seom the size of a rope, and then the speck resolved itself into a rusty little piece of steel, with clearly defined form. It must have come from the blade of the knife that killed Mary Stannard. Now the glass is run along the blade of the Rev. Mr. Hayden's knife, on which Professor White found blood. There are one or two little nicks seen in It, too large to match this little piece. At last a defect is discovered. It seems as though the little speck on the white paper, if applied to this defect would just fit it; and by the most delicate manipulation, the fitting is success fully done ; and the prosecuting officers are informed that the savants have discovered a speck of steel that drooped from the fleshy parts around the wound that just fits a nick in the blade of the Rev. Hayden's knife. A Iigh-Toned Cook. Mrs. Vandorwater has lately experienced a great deal of trouble in securing a good servant girl. The last one she had was told to boil an egg in the coffee, and she put it in whole. On another occasion when instructed to stuff the ducks with onions and potatoes she put them In whole. She also made apple pies in a similar manner. Her predecessors were equally negligent and Ignorant, and Mrs. Vanderwater deter mined to have a colored girl at all hazards. It was with the intention of securing one that she camne to New York recently She went to an intelligence olice and esked to be shown some of the best specimens in stock. A burly girl of thirty-two step~ped forwvard, andi the following dialogue took place : "Can you co'ok In a French style ?" "'Yes, mum." ."Can you get up German (dishies ?" "Yes, mum." "I suppose you are a church member ?" "I'sc one of demi sua." "You have no objections to splitting "Not any." "What~ time do you wake upl In the mornIng ?" "Five o'clock andl I can play on the guitar." "You never kindle the fire wvith koro sene Y " "Never, Missus, never, and I ain't strong indaedl." "I ain't In favor of the wimmin a vo tin'." She suiltedl first-rate, but, before she con sentedI to become engagedl, she wanted to ask some questions. "'How many folks in the family I" "Five." "Husband drink any ?" "No." "Do yout daughters whistle "Pinafore airs?" "Never." "Have you any oil paintings in to the house, and Axminister tapestries and vases of hyacinths on de shelf?9" "I have." "h ave I got to hunt off book agents ?" "I'm never troubled that way." "D~o you expect me to wash the dog I" "1 have none." "Do your boys go out crabbing and come home covered with mud, and have four shIrts apiece in wash over~y week I" "My children are girls. "What part of the city do you live In I" "I live in Plainfield, N J.". "Then you can't hire me. I don't go to no country if I knows myself. My beau dotu't get through till 'T oeclock, and by the time he'd get shaved and put his swallow tail coat and get out to Phainfield It would be breakfast time. I don't want no coun try in inine, l'se a city gal 1 is." Then she took her place on the bench and waited for an eligible employer to come along. No Fass Uveg ft. -'4G-guilty, and you may say t-thir ty days," remarked John Pepdleton as he6 stepped before the deskr. "bo you ple'ad g-" "Don'tzhave o -~ furss *ovr It, I toil ye I" interrupted Joha~,iT gu' ~iity, ready to go, up t#r thirty, and t t's And so it WAS. Jenkins Goes to a Picnic. Maria Anm recently resolved to go to a picnic. Maria Ann is my wife, unfortu nately.. She had determined to go alone so far as I was concerned, on that picnic ex cursion ; but when I heard about it I deter minied to assist. She pretended that. she was very glad, but I don't believe that she Wts. "It will do you good to get away from your work a day, poor fellow I" she said, "and we shall so much ijoy at cool morn. ing ride in the cars, anti a dinner in the grove." On the morning of that (lay, Maria Ann g->t up at five o'clock. About three min utes later she disturbed my slumbers, and told ie to coic to breakfast. I told her I wasn't hungry ; but it didn't make any difrerence, I had to get ip. The sun was up I I had no idea that the sun began business so early in the morning ; but there he was. "Now," said Maria Apn, "we must fly around, for the cars start at half-past six. Eat all the break fast you can, for you won't get anything more before noon." I could not cat anytinig at that. timne in the morning, and it wis.well that I could not, for I had all I could do. There wns ice to be pounded, to go round the pail of ice creani, and the santldwiches to he cut, and I thought I never should get the legs of the chickens placed so that I could get the cov cr on the basket. Maria' flew around and picked ip groceries for im(e to pacc, giving directions to the girl abbut taking care of the house, and putting on her dress all at once. There is a deal of energy i that wonan--perhaps a trifle too much. At twenty minutes past six I stood on the front steps, with a besket on one arm, and Maria Ann on the other, and a pail in each hand, and a bottle of vinegar in my coat skirt pocket. There was a camp-chair hanging on me somewhere, too, but I for get just where. "Now," said Maria Ann, "we imust run.1 "Mllaria Ann, " said I, that, is an unreas onable idea ! How do you suppose I can run with all this freight?" "You must, you brute ! You always try to tease me. If you do not want a scene on the streets, you will start too." So I ran. I had one comfort, at least ; Maria fell down and broke her parasol. She called me a brute, because I laughed. She drove me all the way to the depot on a brisk trot, and we got on the cars, but. neither of us could get a seat, and I could not lay the things down, so I stood there and hield them. "'Maria," said I in winning accents, "how is this for a cool morning ride?" Said she, "you are a brute, Jenkins." Said I, "my love, you have made that observation before. I kept my courage ip, yet I knew there would be an hour of wrath when I got home. While we were getting out of the cars, the bottle in my packet got broke, and cAonimRE'nnt.ly I had 01m hnno half full of. vinegar all day. That kept me pretty quiet and Maria Ann ran off with a big-whiskered music teacher. lost her fan and tore her dress, and enjoyed herself much after the fashion of picnic goers. I thought it never would come dinner time; and Maria called me a pig because I wanted-to open our bas ket before the rest of the baskets were opened. At last dinner-time came--tho "nice din ner In the woods," you know. Over three thousand little red ants had got into our dinner, and they were worse to pick out than fish-bones. The ice-cream had melt ed, and there was no vinegar for the cold meat, except what was in my boot, and of course that was no immediate use. The music teacher spilled a cup of coffee on Maria's head, and pulled all the frizzles out trying to wipe off the coffee with his hand kerchief. Then I sat on ta raspberry p)1e and spoiled my pants, and concluded I didn't want anything more. 1 had to stand up against a tree thme rest of the afternoon. The clay afforded consIderable variety,comu pared with every-clay life ; but there was so many drawbacks that we did not enjoy it so much as we might have done. "Old Si's Ltec." All good journalists will hear wIth delight of the extraordinary g~ood for tune wvhleh has overtaken Col. Sam Small, of the Atlanta Constitution. TIhie happy stroke Is not altogether disasro elated wIth romance. Laat year dtr lng Mr. Small's vIsit to France, In the cap~acity of' commnissioner to the Pairla expos'tion, lie had occasIon to visIt Rheims in the interest of the viticulture of GeorgIa. TJhe trinl by which lhe journeyedl stopped, at Chalon s for Ilunch con. While Mr. Small was walking on the trottoir In front of the gare, smok ing a ciggrette, lie sawv a large, elderly woman crawl uncle: the train to piek up a pin. At that instant the train began to back up, and the elderly person was rolled over and over like an Immense hunk of dough, until she was length ened out at least three feet. Mr. Small threw off hIs coat, seized her by the ex posed lImbs, and d ragged her from be neathm the fire box of the locomotive. She had barely timne to thank hIm, and receive hlb card In return, when she was placed In a carrIage and taken to the hospItal. It was iiot untIl the he role incIdent wasn mentIoned in The London Tines that the colonel learned that the lady whonm lhe had rescued was the Dowager Anna Paulina Cath cart, of Somersoehire, England. Last week Mr. Small received acommunleai tion from Barrister Qilbert Rtanleigh, of No. 180 Cursltor street, London, in forming him of the death of thme weal thy widow, and mentioning the fact that she had willed him ?5,000 ($25,000) einupledl only with the provision that he would quit writing poetry on and af ter the acceptance of the gift. .As soon as Mr. Small has worked off some half a dozen poems which lie l as on hand more or less unfinlsheod,he will proceed to England and secure his prise. His rnunv friends will be delighted to hear of his luck, but will regret exceedingly to know that his muse will, bg forover hushed. Under siliar ,iooustanoog ByroAi would brob y have refused the Escaped (tie Hope. One hot day in July, 1860, a herdsman was moving his cattle to a new rancho fur ther north, near Helena, Texas,and passing down the b'tks of a stream, his herd be came mixed with other cattle that were grazing in the valley, and some of then failed to be separated. The next (lay about noon a band of a dozen langers overtook the herdsman and demanded their cattle, which they said were stolen. It was before the days of law and court houses In ITexas, and one had better kill five men than to steal a mule worth five dol lars, and the herdsman knew it. lie tried to explain, but they told him to cut It short. Ile offered to turn over all the cattle not his own, blt they laughed at his proposl tion, and hinted that they usually conldsca ted the whole herd and 1' the thief hang ing on a tree as a warning to others in like cases. The poor fellow was completely over come. They consulted apart for a few mo Ients, and then told him if he had any ex planation to make or business to do they would allow him ten minutes to (10 s0, and defend himself. ile turned to the rough faces and com menced: 'llow many of you have wives?" Two or three nodded. "low many of you have children ?" They nodded again. "Then I know who I an talking to and I know you'll hear me,'' and lie continued: "1 never stole any cattle ; I have lived in these parts over three years. I camne from New Hlampshire; I failed there in the fall of '57, during the panic; I have been sav ing I lived on hard fare ; I have slept out on the ground ; I have no home here ; my family remain East, for ( go from place to place ; these clothes I wear are rough, and I am a hard-looking customei but this is a hard country ; days seem like months to me, and mouths like years ; married men, you know that but for the letters at home," (lhere lie pulled out a handful of well-worn envelopes and letters from his wife) "I should get diszonraged. I have paid part of my debts. Here are the receipts;" aind he unfolded the letters of acknowledgment. "I expected to sell out and go home hi No veiber. Here is the testament my good old mother gave in ; here( is my little child's picture. Now, men, if you have de cided to kill me for what 1 am innocent of, send these home, and send as much as you can for the cattle when I'm dead. (an't you senid half the value? my family will need it." "'lod oi, now ; st:)p right thar I" said a rough ranger. "Now, I say, boys,"' he continued, "I say, let him go. Uive us your hand, old boy ; that picture ind them letters did the business. You can go free; but you're lucky, mind ye.' "We'll do more than that," said a man with a big heart, in Texan garb, and carry idg the customary brace of pistols in his belt ; "let's buy his cattle here and let him go." They did, and when the money was paid over and the inan was about to start, lie was too weak to stand. The long strain of hopes and fears, bollig away froin home un der such trying circumstances, the sudden deliverance from death, had combined to render him helpless as a child. Ile sank to the ground completely overcome. An hour later, however, lie left on horse-back for the nearest stage-route, and, as - they shook hands and bade him good-bye, they looked the happiest band of men In Texas. A Wild lan. Newfield has como to the front with a hhlry wild man, so awful mysterious, and formidable that he opens u' a new field for thought and investigation. Ile has been seen by some of the most unimpeachable residents of, and ylsitors to, South Section. le Is described as over six feet tall, clad In rough and scanty attire, and wearing a grizzly beard that reaches almost to lis knees. Although he has chased several fisherman who have Invaded his secluded (domfain In quest of brook trout, and shiot a peaceable farmer near Newfield station, no active steps have been made toward his capture, and lie yet roams at large. Is latest and most daring exploit occurred about a week ago, when lie left the gloom of the forest and actually entered an unoc cuiled dwelling in the broad light of day. Large and heavy as the wild man Is, lie glides so swiftly andl silently that hie fre quently is at hand before his coming lias been observed. In this silent, ghost-like manner he Is saidl to have floated lnto theo house of a farmer named Payne. TIhe far inmer and three companions were engaged1 In an Interesting game of euchre and were not aware of the wild untilan's compmany Payne felt something bushy touching the back pare of his head, when, looking upl, lie found It to be the great beard of thme strange hermit. Payne jumped to hIs feet, andh would have struck the silent visitor with a chair, but lie avoided the blow, and with mysterious steps made lis way to an adjoining room andl stretched himself upon a bed. Payne followed him and again raised the chair to strike him, but again lie seemied to glide fromi beneath it, and this time lhe made his exist through the window by a gliding snake-like motion, but as si lently as a wreath of smoke ascends to thme blue ether. The farmer watched him and saw him leave his premIses and enter a patch of woods near by, and supposed lie had disappeared for good, but duiring the evening of that same day lhe returned and was aeon standing under a tree near the house as though deliberating whether to en ter the housc. After standing there a short time lie turned around suddenly and ran rapidly back to the woods. Next day one of the farmer's cows strayedl away and lie started off to look for it. Shortly after lie left tihe house his family heard the sharp report of a rifle, and In a few minutes back camne Payne, pale and breathless, and well nIgh done for. As soon as lie could set the machinery of speech in motion lhe described In graphic language the cause of lis excite ment. It was an encounter with the wild man. Hie said lie was walking through a small clearing calling "ko boss, ko boss" when without warnin he heard a rifle die. charged close by and fet the wind of a b~ul let as it whistled over is forehead through the rim of his felt hat and through lis erect hair, lie f~ell flat upon the ground, par tially stunned, and It was well lie did for the wild; man, thinking -his first shot had proved fatal,'shouldered his piee and strode off Ibto the underbush. Thiu stranige opis ode Is at p resent the itheme~ nppermost al through South Section, ttnd At is said that a yb6As of hunters are preparIng Wi racka tie wild man, apd If pssbli effee his capture alliv or det. -There are 785 thiiles ot rahirad now in pronnss of nannttenat hM Tae 81,10 Wasted Iisses. While Col. Allen was discussing nationa finances on the hotel plan, Colonel Tom Crittenden quietly slid (town off the plat form and circulated among the crowd. 1H wore a delicate white duck suit, blue neck tie and patent leather pumtps, and was th cynosure of all female eyes on the premises. Colonel Tom, with an eye to business, he gan ogling the babies. "'Oh, you sweet little darling," sal Colonel Toin, addressing a fuzzy, pop-eye( brat that lolled lazily in its nither's arm under one of the trees; "how old is I lna'a'ui Y' "Four months, sir," said the fon mot her. "A little girl, eh I" said Colonel Tom. '"No, a boy," replied the mother. "Al, yes, now that I come to look at Il more closely, I detect the strong, manl features of a boy," the colone! hastened t< say. 'Please may 1 kiss the little cherub Colonel Tom shut his eyes and expllode( an osculatory sound on the fuzzy face, am the child put in a big lip and threatened t( cry. "le is such a beautiful child,," mur Iured Colonel Toi, "such eyes, such I head, such an expanse of forehead, such i mouth, such a wealth of comlplexion, such a sweet, tranquil expression." "1La me, you really don't think So, d& you ?" simpered the llattered mother. "6I never saw a sweeter little cherub,' said Colonel Tom, "I believe I'll have t< kiss him again.'' l laving gone through a second oscula tory martyrdom, Colnel Tom assumed v seraphic look-a look calculated to strike tally to the most hardened female heart,antI got right down to business. "I'm a candidate for Governor," said he, "1anid nothing would give me greater joy than to feel assured that I had the support of the father of this sweet babe. Come, lt me hold the little darling in my arms. ] do think lie is just the sweetest little angel I ever saw I" The flattered imother gave up the fuzzy baby with' l ef apologies about Its nel being w i resse(t, ctc., hoped it wouldn't trouble the gentleman etc ; glad to know that he admired it so nmuch, etc. The fuzzy baby writhed mnd squirmc] and grew red in the face, and wrinkled it, sielf all up and then ]ay cahin and composedl onl Colonel Tom's strong right armi. "The little precious," cried ( olonel Tom. "You'll tell li1 father how much I thought of his little cherub, won'tyou na'am ? An you'll tell Iiim I'm a candidate for Govern or, el, ma'ai I?" 'The poor womans fe ce dropped, and big, salt tears camte into her (-Yes. "Oh, sir," she said, "yoll don't know what you ask-my poor husband died o jaundice two months ago." There was a far-off look In Colonel Ton Crittenden's golden-glited eyes as lie gent. ly but firnly dumped that fuzzy baby on the bereaved woman's lap and walket straight, back to the platform and replacec himself on a bench. Not alone was sorrow confined to Colone) Tomt .rittonden's uphileaving bosom. Therc were silent traces of suffering upon hhi right coat-sleeve. The Dignity of Offico. A Detroiter, who was rusticating In onc of the wilderness counties of Michigan, wa one (lay hunting when lie came upon a ham. let consisting of a saw-mill, two houses an a log-barn. The sign of "Post ollice" greet, ed his vision over a door in one of thi( houses, and lie investigated. The ofilc was an eight by tein room, and the boxe for mail matter numbered just four. A written sign on the wall announced thal the mail arrived and departed once a week, and the postmaster sat behind . pine tabk reading the Postal Guide and chewing v sassafras root. "'Any letter for John ---" asked th<n Detrolter as lhe looked around. T1hme P. M. didn't shake hIs head and crush all the inquirer's hiopes all at once, a: sonie oilcials do, but slowly arose, looked carefully Into each one of the sIx empty boxes, peered Into an 01(1 cIgar-box on tht window- sill, and then answered: "I don't see anything just, now, but it Ii only four days tIll the next mall." "Is this a muoney-ortder office I" contlin ued the stranger. "Well, no, not exactly, though we han tie consIderable muoney~ here." ''Canl I get a dollar's worth of threes?' asked the D)etromter after a pafuse. "Well, nmo, not exactly," replied the of ficial looking into lis wallet,. "I guessI canl spare you five or sIx now, and the real next week." 'Thei e was another pause as the Postnias ter v inly tried to make change for a quar ter, and the Detroiter finally remarked: "Ti's isn't rated as a first-class pos5t-of flee, is It ?" "Well, no, not exactly," was the confi dential rep~ly. "Fact Is, we don't doa very rushing businiess here, amnd sometimesi I thInk it would pay me better to go baek to the farm." "I don't suppose you make twenty dol lars a year here, do you 1". "Well no, not exactly, but I don't look at that altogether. Th'le posItIon that Il gives us In society here must 1)0 taken int consaleration, you know I" The populatIon of the hamlet, includia a tame bear and a dog, was thirteen souls. Kind Words. IRandall Morton has a fine place neat Pittsburgh and the boss cherry trees of the county. There are two rows of them, leading from the gate to the house. The trees are so planted that t~he inferIor varle tIes are nearest the gate. We hlave a great many vIsItors In the summer time, and thei first thing every fellow (lees whoa lie enteri the gate Is to go for the first oherry tre4 and partake of the fruIt thereof ; then he naturally works lisa way.to the next tret -and samples the cherrIes ; lie finds theo frull better than that of the first tree; tnen hc moves' on to the next and discovers that the fruit of that is still better, and so ho gradu ally works up to the residence, eating frei every tree on hIs way." "What does he do then 9": "Then," said Mr. Mor'ton, puttn, hi feet-up en the window sill "hiscplais turns to a sort of bhuIlh white ati 1~ sp "'For God's esake hare you any 19 in thehouse t' Mortoit, "#47 hin any we put onoourao hMiby ~~ FOOD FOR TIIOUGHT. It Is the best proof of the virtues of a famnily cliole to see a happy fireside. Let a man overcome anger by love, evil by good, the greedy by liberality, a the liar by truth. Men seldom improve when they have . no other n.odels than themselves to copy after. You can not dream yourself into a I character; you musthammer and forgo a you rself on. Modesty Is to worth what shadows are in a paiting: she gives to it I strength and relief. There are many men whose tonguei might govern multitudes if they could govern their tongues. If a man have love in his heart, hie rnay talk in broken language, but it will be eloquence to thoso who listen. I an a man, and nothing that con cerns a human being is indifferent to We should do well to take counsel from the wise and warning from the foolish. lie that never changed any of his L opinions never corrected any of his mistakes. A manl's good breeding is the best security against other people's ill man Iedantrv consists in the use of words unsuited to the time, place and comp anly. As it was communicated with the air of ia secret,, it Soon found its way into tile world. The simple believeth every word, but the prudent manl looketh well to his going. Seneca taught that "time IS tie Only treasure of which it is a virtue to be covetous." Pagan self-assertion is one of the ele ients of hiuman worth, as well as Christian denial. Never waste five mninutes of your own time, never rob others by compell lug them to Wait for you. The excesses of our youth are drafts )ipon our old age, payable with inter est, about thirty years after date. fle generality of men expend the early part of their lives in contributing to render the latter part miserable. Tihe man who knows the world will never be bashful, and the man who knows hiniself will never be impudent. There Is nothing lower than hypocri sy. To profess friendship and act en nity is ai sure proof of total depravity. Don't despise small talents; they a re needed as well as the great ones. A candle is sometimes ad Laseful as the sun. There are times in the history of -Comillullities, ats well i1s individuals, when silence is slin, and submission a crime, lie w ho ls false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will see the defect when the weaving of a Jifetile Is unrolled. Cuaning men always get beat In the long run, be)atiso they are just as dull o0n one side as they are sharp on anoth er. When you are down hearted and the world looks black to you, you ought to be hospitable enough to entertain a hope of better days. The diamond fallen into the dirt is not the least precious, and the dust raistL by high winds to heaven Is not the least vile. ie who would amnass virtues, leaving out the guardian virtue humanity, Is like a man who leaves a precious dust exposed to the wind. Might and right do differ frightfully from hour to hour11; but give them een tnes to try it in and they are bound to be idenitical. Men of great and stirring powvers, whlo aure destined to mold the age ia Iwhich they are born, must first mold themselves upon it. Energy will do everything th~at can be (d01e in thIs world; and nio talents, no circIIImstanCes, 110 opportunities will mtake a two-legged animal a mian .with Out it. A good name is like precious oint ment; iL Iilleth all around about, and wvill not eausily fade away, for the (idols ef ointments are more durable thani those of flowers. Knowledge cannot be acquired wvith outL painl arnd application. 1t is troub lesome, and like deep digging for pure waters; but when 0onc0 you come to the sprinig, it rises uip to mneet youa. Out ward triu~mphs of religion are no inienictionls of its puirity, since the mnore corupt it is, the more popular it will be, and tile purer it ls the less likely it is to be embraced, except by a few. T1here are some benefits which may be so conferred as to become the very refinemenit of revenge; and there are some evils which we had rather bear in. sullen silence than be relieved from at thle expense of our pride. A bird upon thie wing may carry a seedi that shall add a newv speeles to the vegetabie family of a continent;,and Justi so a word, a thought, from a living soul, may have roesuits immeasurable, ete'rnal. No man starts inm his professional oareer wise, strong and thoroughly it. ted for his work. nO must gain, wis dom by experience, stren dth -by exer cise, and Aitness by reiterated, and at first often Ineffectual, enideavor. ' (Jhristltan graces are like perfumues-. the more they are. pressed the .sweeter they smell; like stars thqshine righ~t. est in tihe dark; like treeotft i 4r Ithey are shaken the'y de#per reftey take, and the more frumt th bear.' * Wit slayings rq as .eU1tahe a word ofdkh hee 4s dp~sIf .vain. It 1* a sudd Whl6'~iVq dropped .by chaode, ipl'is I1 flower, *,( the heiatin te 0:G~ byth41fs iprtIoi ,