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7'.: I -- - _____ _ - ___ _ 2HLetaib.__ q Till-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. C., MAY 18, 1880. VOL. IY.-NO. Go. SPRING IN FIELD AND WOOD. The earth awakes as from a dreamloes sloop. c And softly puts her daintiest garments on, 0 Sho binds around her, gracefully, a zone Of tender groen, with blue czabro:dorsd doop. Over that budding sun-tipped hedgerow poop C Such vivid omoralds as ne'Lr Wanced in stone, Or in the crowns of mighty Ctoawtrs shono; And violets stir in yonder waysido heap. The firstling beauty of tho wood is full Of colors, varied sortly in their huo: Thie rabbits frisk, and birds begin to sing. e The air is pure-most swootly clear and cool, And heaven seemed oponed through the - distant blue; The starling screams, and dovos art light on wing. C Boo, through yon flold the plowman drives his share, I And the port crow close follows at his he8l; And o'or the furrow, slowly winding, steal Thin waves of mist that wavor into air. a Tho upland lea is dottod horo and thoro Withit scattored sheop that, like to pearls, re- 1 veal I) A glistoning whitonojs; and the cattlo knoel s In full contentment with the Spring's fresh 1 fare. The created wron is buiy in tho hedgo; The blaokbird runs, then, resting, whistles S clear, And the swoo, lark goos carliing up the sky A bluish tingo is on tho fir-wood's edge, I: That pleasoa, yet a little trios tho oyo; The squirrel. new waked, peops out, un moved by fear. The children from tho neighboring villa~o school Coml forth to play with Many a merry s peal. And shorten thus the hour for mid-day t meal, And answer slowly to maternal rule. They danco and group thomselves in cirele till, Then join thoir hands, and looso, and sud den wheel, Their inovoments such unconscious craco I reveal; Recalling da-nty Watteau, fresh and cool. The babe laid down upon the gra is crows fain, And. oreeping on, would make to join their sport; The Meadow rings and now young voices sing. How clear the notes ! they ocho back again , Of innocence and joy most trno report Thoso voiced are the voicos of the Spring. C A Terrible Revenge. 8 Lord Redmond was riding slowly along Black Valley, when the slow-gathcring gloom of night seemed suddenly to deepen. f 'he light died along-the slopes of the 'r mountains, and the little tarn beside which . his horse had leisurely walked for the last hour secmed suddenly to have grown into a black, moveless line. "Theo storm is on us, Kitty; and we're stalled in this confounded rut of a valley." said Lord Redmond. "I have been trying to get out of It for two hours, "he muttered dismounting, and leading his horse. Theo beautiful marc he led seened to saire in his anxiety, following obediently and with an occasional glance around. Suddenly; she gave a shrill whinny; and~ ~ the same moment, Redmond thought liet heard a distant cry. He looked up eagerly, C scannmng the hills, and finally saw a boy standing on a point of one of theblufs, and gesticulaiting wildly. As. he pressed on, lie co.lld hoar the lad's cries. * "lhaste, then, haste-the storm Is coim. ing ! Haste-it will soon be0 on you Fol * ow the path-it will lead you up here. Hasten, or y'ou'hl be drowned like a rat in i his hole." Before Redmond reached the boy, .ho ' was suspicious that he was half-idiotic; and when he gained the rock upon wvhich lie I] stood, lie saw the lad was, indeed, a poor~ a half-crazed fellow, with staring eyes and furious gestures; yet not without mercy ic or t hose lees helpless than himself, for hoencar- I ried a wearied lamb, which lie had, probably i beena out in search of, wvhile the dam ran by a his side. - "Come-comie out of the storm I" lie y cried pr'essing on. And Lord Redmond followed, still lead- r luig his ~rse. Kitty saw shnelter first, and whinnied 14 again at the scent of barley, which she per- a ceived as they turned a sharp angle, and 'l faced an 01(1 stone structure withouit build- t1 ings, more dark and gloomy In its appear- a ance than the stirrounding scene. e "Go In' to the fire I" criedi the boy, point ing to the door, iand grasping Kitty's bri- g (die. . C "N4o; I wvill see her put up first," answer- C ed1 Lord Redmond, leading the horse around v to the stable,.t Thie animal was too valuab~le a one to be r loft to chance care. He was surprised at the readiness with wvhichi the half-sen'seless boyu rubbed ddwn huer glossy flanks, and cover- 1V ed her wlih an old1 blanket, showing a glee- < f ul satisfaction in her beauty as lhe tendled her. H~e left her finally, andl turned toward t: the hmouse. ' , * It was a 'good steo house; showing ti marks of 'decay wherever dlecay could v touch it. Neither face nor firelight wa~s to be seen at the wind~ows, though the wind was s shrieking and -tihe rain falling h'eavily; 'and, a obeying the boy's directions, Redmond' opened the creakng oak door, aind entered. J l He found himselt ia a, large, low room, t in which'aniollI woniaan wvas preparing sup- a per, while an old inan sat upon the hearth, rumbling wih the 19ek of a rtjsty' rgIe, .arid a two old pg (g~s ~YLtdgThety entelling * e4ut he hide atd tegin I ya the a reek of a stern, fine man that was to ,be een alt a glance. The woman was a crono f the lower orders-his serving woman, s she showed by the awkward haste to bey the old man's command, and bring a eat to the fire. IHe did not speak, but nly commanded by a gesture. R(edinoid addressed him courteously. le miled sah31y, shook his head, and touched is ear, in token of helpless deafness. And so the wealthy lord. detained from is waiting bride and marriage feast, sat i the old dreary house, looking in ill-cojn ealed discontent from the fire to the serv ig wonum, and from the dogs to the pas ive and resigned face of his silent host. When the woman came and wheeled tho 1d man's chair to the board, he perceived [at he was also crippled. Tlhe crone irned to hun. "Will ye sit by, sir ?" she asked. As he rose the door opened, and he stood rrested in the movement. A lady entered > fair, so pure, so eold, that she might ave been made of snow. She had a loose lack mantle about her, which she threw'off biowing a regal form, habited in a rich lack stuff-the brocade of a former gen ration.- 'Bhte pausaed, her still face lighting i0 a look of surprise as she observed the trnnger. Redmond stepied forward, with ie grace of courts revealed in the uncon ious act. 'Il nope I am not intruding, lady? I have een overtaken by the storm among these iounitains.', "Vhat is your name ?" she asked, look iq him in the face, nor giving other sigi of iteret in his handsome presence. "I am the Lord of Itediond," he an wered. "I will trouble you no longer han I can avold," he added, a little aughtily. "Lord Redmond,', said th lady, "you re welcome-you are very weicome, Lord tedmlond." Shespoke with energy--without waarnth; ut Redmond, *confused by the strange ess of his position, observed only that her mnnter was a 1peculiar one; and though ishing himself well out of the phice, took is seat at the table, as she desired. The meal was good, and she served him ountifully; while the old mau, for the rst time breaking silence, began telling in rambling, iucoherent, yet not uninterest ig way, the story of some famous storms mong those hills.e It was live years ago. Barbara; you rere a slip of a girl, and Bess had to be arried in my arms. 'Do you mind her hair urang over my arm in tam wet' tui inow lie cried for fear she was too heavy for e?" le paused, and looked across the oard at the young lady-a troubled, wist il look in his face, showing some half mieibered pain in his broken mind. "Where Is Bess, Barbara ?" he asked, addenly. "She is dead," answered his daughter 7ith a strange smile. "Dead !" repeated the old man drinking rom his pewter cup like a satisfied child. In spite of a long fast, Redmond could ot eat; rhese strange people had risen mong his rosy bridegroom visions like hosts at a feast. I am very tired-too tired to eat," he raid, rising from the table. "'I would like > go to rest; for I must' be on my way arly in the morning." Barbara bowed her cold, beautiful face. "Kathy will show you a room-her roem [e shall sleep there once, his last sleep !" lie murmured, Ltrning away. '"Site is crazy, too !" thought Redmond, :avmng the room.' The chanmber' into which the old wvoman shered liim was large, irregular, full of ooks and shelves, on which were piled rticles of female ap~parel. "Hra Miss Harbara given me her own edlroom, I wond~er ?" he asked, lookitng bout himir, as soon as lhe was left alone. At the head of the bed haung a family ortrait-ai hale man and( three children, a oy atnd two girls. In tile (lark, bright eauty of one ho failed to recognize the bildhood of the pale, cold woman lie had .st left, but the infantile beauty of the outngest gi had in it something familiar. "A pretty child; the eyes--whiose do they mind me of?9" lhe mused, IHis eye wandered, and fell upon a scar t cloak flung over a chlair, and then to p~air of dainty shoes hanging from a peg. here was a' kinot of pink ribbon beneath io little round mirror of burnished steel, ad a Leghorn hat hung out fromt an over. rowdecd chest. "A last year's birds nest," said Redmond, lying a taplestriedi chAir a little shake, to lear it of dusi, before lie threw his cloak n it; "and -I am tired enough to sleep any 'here. I wonder what my little bride will link," was his last thought, as lhe com-. osedl hhlnsolf to sleep. lie awoke with the dawn, and -sprang p. Early as It was, breakfast jwas await ig himit and his horse was sadd~ledi at the "I am afraid that you have been put to ouble on my account," lhe said, as Bar ara appeared, and took her place at the ible. "I meant to have taken nmy leave dithouit disturbing any one hi the house." "'You~ could not have done, that," she an wverod, looking at hijn with t~e same strange nulehe had inoticed before. It was a cold, alnost a cruel look, he. iought, as he hastily supped the milk, and Istedl the.wheated~ bread, still with aittle ppetlte. As he aroae'firm the board, his hostees rose also,. "The storm is- oyers but the rate has iade some of ti6tagniis i lep~sabt.e" hq said. "My horse isisaddled; I will ride with you and put you on a safe road out of the ga)." In vain he protested. She inounted a black horse, and rode at his side down the path. Sho wore a black cloak, her pale, chiseled face under its hood. Redmond looked at her covertly, wondering how she could be so beautiful and yet so repulsive to him. "Your father never goes abroad ?" he asked, by way of conversation. "No. Ile sits all day, with my brothi's (logs, trying to clean the boy's ritle-that will never be used again." 'Your brother Is dead, then 1" 'lie died of a broken heart. "Your family have seen trouble," said Redmond, carelessly. "We have seen bitter trouble, " she an swered. After a moment, sho resumed; "We had a sister, who was our darling and our pride -the boy's twin. She was murdered. Twins' hearla grow together, you know. She could (lie and Nugent live. His strength followed her weakness. We are. left to poverty, desolation and decay. Where are you going, Lord Redmond. Ile was convinced that she was partly crazed, and told the truth, thinkliig It a more pacifle theme for her gloomy mind. "I am going home to lte married.' "Where ?" 'At Redmond Castle." "Is your bride young ?" "Young and lovely ; my cousin-the Lady Ann Delaney." "She loves you ?" "Yes. See this little mare I ride; I bought it for her to ride over the hills with, when the spring comes." "Do you know where you stand ?" she cried. "Yon stand before my sister s grave -my sister whom yOu murdered, three years ago, Iy false vows, as surely as the knife murders? You know who I am now -1 can see it in your face ! You remember Bess McCrea. You won her love : she came home to die. It is you who have ruined us. Do you think I shall let you go to happiness? NK cr?! There is her gravel You shall go over It to your death I " The mound was on the very edge of a cliT. He held his horse desperately, but she urged hers forward a step, passing him, to the very brink, so that his horse's fore feet .touched the grave. lie turned upon her with an oath. You shall never go lmmk I" ohv cried, with a mocking laugh at the horror In the blanched face. She had a thong in her hand, which she had never used upon her own horse. lie was terrifled by its position. "1 can jump across the ravine! lie ex claimed. ''(o then!" she said Ile gathered the little filly instantly fearful that his tormentor would strike the foaming, excited creature-and spurred her to the leap. The distance was deceptive. Kitty struck the opposite ledge with her fore feet, slipped, and horse and rider went spinning into the gulf below. Three days later, his friends found him there, bruised Out of all recognition, except ing by his garments, and the body of the dead horse. It was never known how lhe came to his death. Someothing Novel in Crime. It is very hard to (10 anythIng original nowadays, even in vice,. which is generally far more inventive, active and enterprising than the most robust virtue. But some thing akmn to originality in crime has been attempted lately In California. Tile pro prietor of the Grand Central Ihotel, at O'ak land, appears according to the local papers, to have taken charge of the house to carry out a scheme for robbing his patronis whole sale. IHaving leased a popular Inn in a central position, his Objct wais to secure as many rich boarders as p)ossiblc, aind th10n to ascertamn by the most cautious and saga ciouis methods whecre they kept their valua bles. These points gained, the next step was to set fire to the house about two o'clock a. mn., and while the guest~s excited and alsarmed, were leapIng from their beds, Intent on escape, to gather up their jewelry and other portable prop~erty and convey it to a place of safety, where, later it might be prudently appropriated. The plan of the landlord was well conceived,and wold, no dloubt, hlave been successful had lhe been more attentive to details. The fire burned so slowly as to give time for remioval of. most of the trunks and valises, but sonme of these were carried off by the landlord's dis honest agents after they had been rescued. Had the flames spread as rapidly as the in cendIaries had reason to anticipate, the mortifying failure would not, probably. have taken place. The Inn-keeper must not be too hastdly pronounced a blumnderer Ills crime was an experiment,as all pioneer movements are, and too muuchi should not, therefore, ha~ve been expected of him. lie is in libo now, but if l.ie recovers his free dom and has an opportunity to try again, lie will, undoubtedly, repair seine of his late errors and do the thing handsomely. A Misunderstanding. He was a quiet, bashful-looking young man, who got on the train at Hawlieyville. To the gentleman wigo occupIed the seat by the stove lie said.: "Willl you let me sit there ? I am very cold." Baid the passenger: "There arohot pipes underall thesoats." Bald the young man, In a painful win per, and blushing as lhe saId It: "hut It's my feet that's cold." . The passenger~ got up, and went out and at.bod on the platform until &ettown was reached. To kSIW e 4~1 abtlog so.. oret ofsu8c0s9, Iusbandt BIoxoud AlO. ie other (lay there was t suit In Justice alley, Detroit, between two Wayne county farmers regarding the ownership of four teen unmarked grainbags. Each side was prepared to stoutly swear that the bags were his, and each had wittiesses to back his testimony. The oomplainant swore to buying the bags at a certain store oi a cer tain time, iid his hired man swore to hand. ling themi as they were taken from the wagon. The defendant swore that lie pur chased them at a certain place oin a certain tile, and his wife was called to the witness stand to tell what she knew about it. She was a large, fleshy woman, and very much bewildered. "Land save me ! but I was never in such a crowd before, anel I feel as if I should faint I" she gasped as she look the witness stanid. " C'Never mind fainting, Mrs. X.," said the lawyer. ''Tell the jury what you know about those bags."' "Oh ! lands ! but I know all about 'em!" We bought 'en on the 10th of November!" "Ihow are you sure it was the 10th ?" "-akes alivel but I know it was, for I boxed Melisa's cars that morning for leav ing a spoon in tho- dishwater, and she was married on the 15th. "Who asked for the bags at the store ?" "Ohi I stars and garters ! but I did ! I remember it as plain as day." "What did the clerk say ?" "Oh ! stars I lie said, 'eertainly,' and lie went and got 'em.. '"What else (1o you remember ?' "'Oh. lands ! but I wanted a calico dress!" "&Atid you didln't get it ?" 'Bless granny I I didn't, and we jawed all the way home." "Aid now why are you positive that. these are the baga '' "Oh I dear, ohl but while we were jaw ing I threw 'em out into the road. Some one lend me a fai, for I'm most dead I" '"Never mind being most dead, Mrs. X. What else about thle bags. " ''My husband boxed my cars for throw ing 'eu out. Oh ! stars ! I didu't mean to tell that!" ''lHe did, eli 7 Well, wihit else ?" 'Oil! dear! butwhen I got home I kick ed the hired inant ?" ''Kicked the hired mah elh ? Well, how can you be positive that these are the bags ?" "Oreat snakes! aren't you done yet. I Yes, I luni positive." ".1o1w can you be ?" "I don't want to tell." "But. you must.'' "Well, if I must I imust, though I'mI sure I ahall faint away. That night I boxed Melisa again," "Yes.' "And husband boxed me." "Yes" - "And we both boxed the hired iman, and J we were all so mad we sot up all night iu our cheers and have had chill-blains and catarrli ever sincel Do you suppose we'd have made fools of ourselves over fourteen .au -ibaFo 1,olotginug to n iman living three miles awayl" 'That settled the case with the jury, and the verdict was in favor of the defendant. A Close Shave. You can readily understand why a news paper man would be attracted to visit a State prison, but you may wonder why he should seek )erlission for the prison bar hemr to shave him, when lie knew that bar ber to be a murderer serving a life sen tence; yet, iI the composition of most men there is a yearning to tread upon the skirts of adventure-to stand, as it were, close to the edge of some abyss, down which a fall would be certain destruction. All men will take chances, but some mnci wll risk everything when this feeling is upon them. "So you want old Jaek to shave you ?" repeated the warden, as a look of aslonish menmt crossed his face. "Yes." "Don't you know that he Is a mnur (derer?" "Yes." "'And in for life ?" "Yes." Och I L'd sooner have a snake crawling ever miy face thn hIs black fingers,.which emit the throat of his wife and two childreuil What is to prevenit him from slashing your jugular vemi ?" "Nothing !" "Yet you will take the risk ?" "I will. I want to be shaved b~y a mnur (derer ; I want the sensation of having hmim pass a keen razor slowl4y over my face and aroundl my throat, and of knowing that I stand~ In the dloor of (loath I"'' "Old Jack has been ugly-tempered of b late. " "I don't care." "'There Isn't a convict in the prisonl who f doesn't fear hia razor." c "'So much the better; I ill take myd chances." "You may try it," said the wardIen,after n a long silence ; "but-"( "Blut nothing. Is there a glass In front n of the chair?"c "Yes." "That's all I want. Let me go Into the n barber sihop) alone and make my own ar- ti rangements. Th'lat's it-open the dloor.e--so n long-don't worry."b Old Jack was oneo of the prison barbers. c Every convict know hilim as a tt-iple-mnur- e deror. Hie had made awful threats. ie a had no one to say a good word for him- a but all dreaded and avoided him. H~e wasa ti an about fifty years old, slIghtly gray, a thick set, and no one could find a pleasant ti line In lis face. As to his heart-he'd ti slashed the throats of his family, piled the k corpses In a corner, and slept and ate li the s: next room umtdh the horrible odor brought v~ the police and~ the discovery. "Shave," I said, as I entered lia littled denu, throw off my hat andi coat and sat p dhown in his hiard chaIr. Hie was seated on a stool behind me, a strolping a razor. He looked up in stir- r prise, seemed puzzled to know who I was e and why I had come In, and then tested a the edge of the razor on the thumb-naIl. I a could see all this in the glass. Ho looked I up in a furtive way, passed the razor over e the strop a few times more, and then a slowly rose tip and began preparint the 8 lather. ..a lhe dIdn't like me. That was plain ti enough by the ugly glances from the .cor- a ners of .his eyes. I had no business In 1 there In the first p lace, and then I had a probably Interrupted his revery or broken In on his plsns. He didn't know whether ai he would shiave me or not. He~ stopped making the lather, set hie jaw firndy and d the look in his eyes grew ugly. ..a "Didn't you hear m* ?' I dommadme so j .Jonathani Nien nd its Fife. In his youth, Jonathan Niles wias a mtu sician of the Revolutionary Army. In 1778, while the American Army was en eamped at Tappan, on the Hudson. len. LaIayette had command of the advance, his particular duty being to guard the water-front; and in order thatt any attempt ol the part of the eneny.at surpriso, might be guarded against, LaFayette issued orders that, there should be no noise of any kind, by the troops, between the hours of tattoo and reveille.: -, Our Jonathan *ias oq ;f LaFayette's musicians, and his instrituIM t the life. 11e was a w of Connecticutr d had a maimed and disabled brother who wias a cunning artifleer, and IVw? among other quaint things, had madi 4he fife upon which Jonathan playe4' t'was so con structed that it could lieowl ;to shrill antid ear-piercing notes that belor with the drum, or it could be softly n d sweetly breathed upon as to give fortf notes like the gentle dulcimer. i One evening Jonathan wanidered down to the water', edge, and seat(d upon a rock gazed off upon the darkl..Jlowing, star genuned flood. ills tlhough% were of his home and~of the lovied-ones,4hd anon came memories of the old songs *$tat .1ad been wont to gladden the fireside. Unconsciously, he drew liii flute irom his bosom and placed it to his lips. In his mind, at the moment, was a sweet song, adapted from Mozart, which had been his mother's favorite. Ile knew not what he did. To him all things of the present were shut out, and lie was again at homie, sitting at his mother's feet-and the chasn was not broken until a rough blow upon the back recalled him to his senses. ''Man! what. are you doing? 'I lie Gen eral may be awake. If lie should hear you -al!" It was a sentinel; and even this guardian of the night afterward confessed that ho had listened, entranced, to tihe raviling music for a long time before lie had thought of his duty to stol) it. On the following morning an orderly came to the spot where Jonathan had been eating his breakfast, and informed him ithat the General wanted to see hint at head quarters. Poor Jonathan turned pale and trembled. Ile knew that LaFayette was very strict, and that in those perilous times even slight infractions of military orders were punisli ed seveiely. As he rose to his feet the sentinel of the previous evening came up and whispered into his car: "If it should be about the music, Jonla than, don't you be alarmed. Not a soul save you and me knows anything about it. I can swear to that So, do you jus say it wasn't you. Stick to it, and you'll come out all right.'' Jonathan looked at *the ian pityingly. "Whatl my mother's son tell a lie like that? It would be the heaviest load 1 ever carried -heavier than I ever mean to carry, if I hnvo my sensest" 11A the(n Went to the Genoiit" -' -a tent )itcll(i In a co'mmuanding sight, overlooking the whole line he had to guard. LaFayette was pacing to and fro, sad and moody, as though his thoughts were unhappy. "Comrade, who are you?" "Jonathan Niles, General." . "6ast evening I heard music down by the river's bank. Were you the musi. clan?" "itf was I, General, hut 1 know not what I did. I meant not to disobey your order. I sat. and thought of home and my mother, and The General started at. the sound of that word, and the shadow upon his face grew soft and ethereal. "Of your--uornzul And I thought of mine. It was a theme of Mozart's, and was my mother's favoritec. If you will be so kind, go bring your instrument and play for me that, strai.1 here ini miy tent. It will (10 me good." In the after years-even to his dyiig hour-the mian loved to tell thtat story. Though lie would never urge the truth upoa any in consideration of so mean a thing as thme benefit, that might result, yet Ite could ntot p~ut, away the thought that the sweetest and most blessed miemory of all his soldiers experience miighit have beeni lost to him had he grasp)ed at the op~portuinity to tell a lie, might, to sonme, have seemed most oppor tunme and profitable. Proveribs. Better Is a little righteousness than a thousand subscribers whio clheat the prin ter. A wise man miaketh a glad father, and a p~rompt payinig subscriber causeth an editor to laugh. Folly is a joy that Is destitute of wisdom, but, delinquent subscribers cause suffering in the house of a newspaper maker. All the ways of a mani are clear in his owvn eycs, excep~t th6 way the delinquent subscriber has In not paying for his news paper. Better Is the poor man that walketh in integrity, and pays his subscription, than the rich man who telleth the collector to call again. Judgemnts are prepared for scorners, stripes for the backs of fools and lasting puinishmnent for hinm who loafeth about tho Streets and~ p)ayeth not for his newspaper. Hope deferred maketh the heart sick, is a proverb sadly reatlized by tihe p~ublishe~r who sends out bills. A righteous man hateth lying, hence a publbsher waxes wroth against a subscriber who pronmises to call and settle on the mor row and cualleth not. Dlrcionsg to Trout, Fisheors. Be careful that there is water In the stream where you lish. This year's trout have all taken to water. fThe largest ''flies" may be found on the stages of our theatres. if you can't catch uaspeckied trout, get a speck of a trout. In throwing for trout double sixes always wiu. If the trout don't rise at once, try yeast powder-or dynaanilto.. Glo to your uncle for snmall trout, for trout always s-pawn their young.. If there ts too ryuch Water In the pond, dilute It wIth whisky. Somne fox huntIng fishiermen are mean enough to chase a trout Qin horseback when it fakes to the hills. Tis is iportsmnana like. Dlropa line also to your wife if you stay out all -nIght, aor she mey 49ep a rod in p oke1 for you, turned on 111111 all of a sudden. "Go theadf and shave me." "Yes, sahl" lie growled, as he lifted up he lather and advanced. lie know I did not belong to the prison. [e also reasoned that I was a stranger. t puzzled him to know why I had entered Is (len. as I had been shaved the day pre Fious. I could see that he was bothered, mt I was glad of it. lie reasoned with kimself all the iMe he Was puntting oil the ather, and he got mad over it. lie began o see that it was a sort of an intrusion and milositlon and lie plcked up his razor with spiteful grab. Yet I would aggravate and anger him. "Tint wis a horrible deed of yours," I aid, as I seated myself in the chair. I could not see his face, and he made no eply. The razor touched my face, and I et that hi hand trembled. " They ought, to burn you at the stake I" went on as his rpzor made the first cut. I could now see his face in the glass, and Is eyes fairly blaz .ed, 1Ic clencheCt his hand nd raised it to strilce, but let it fall again fler four or live seconds Ui went ol vith his work. Illis hand shook, he breathed ard and fast, and yet lie had no reply. Liter lie had scraped away for a minute, I aid: "You must be a fiend and worse6 to do 1h at ded as that ! No wonder that all non hate and avoid you.'' The hand with the razor went up in the ir. His first, inipulso was to slash ine. le could seize me by the hair with his left and, and shtsh my throat with his right. lhe Idelal camie to him, aId if I had made a n1ove he would have carried it out. "'omte-hurry ul i!" I said ; and his mnd fell aind lie resumed his wiork, treib ding with anger and wondering to himself thy lie did nit[ot take revenge upon me. Ali ! saw a new light shoot into his yes like a flash, aniid I knew ie had a plan. 10. lad committed three murders. An other would be nothing to his bad heart. le was in for life, and his slitened) could lot le lengthenel ; yet be dared not cut nly thiraiit. with a sweep of' lianl, which le easily might. What was Is plian ? vithi eyes half shut I watched and waited. l'he look in his eyes grew more crafly lie oreed a smile to his wicked face, and tried 0 laugh its le said: "Doan' be too lird on de ole man, sah. ze had a heap o' trouble." "Yes." "An' I isn't so had as dey try to make mit saih," lie continued, as lie wiped beard md lather on a piece of paper oil my houlder. I couldn't see his face, it, was above me, out the piece of paper fell to the floor on nly left side. Ile had finished shavig on lie right cheak ind would now begin on he left. What was his plan ? It caeic to ne in an instanb. When lie had his razor list right hisa foot wouli slip on that piece >f soapy paperl I lie had dropped It there in purpose, aid It wouild not. ie a bad ex auso. "No, I isn't so werry bad,'' he said as he it is ror onk my left chuek. I could see his jaw in the glass, and it ,vas hard-shut, as if he wias terribly earnest. "Well, perhaps not." "Nobody knows how much trouble Ize lad, sahl," lie sighed, as the razor crept wer my check towards a jugular vein, mid 0i fingers tightened their grasp on the andle. I le was ready I "'Jack I"' "Yes, sah.'' "A man will live a full minute after a ugular vein has been severed! In that time ke could shoot the man w1ho did It. In five econids after you eut, me I'll pitt six bullets ato your head I" Would be ? The razor shook and ticm >led on my neck, and he breathed like one vith the asthma. Ilis foot was all ready o go down on that paper, but he hesitated. "Who means to cut, you sa I" hgrowed t, last, its he kicked the paper away. "'No onei,'' I anisweredi, as I looked Into is eyes8. He began his work again with a erce scowl on his AMee, hurried it, alonig, ud1 in fIve minuttes had finished. "Good-by, old1 muan I' I said, as I put on .y coat, and tOSSed himit a (quarter. ie lifted his head to give me one0 fierce *nd mnurderous look. The mone~y fell to ho flcor, and~ lie kicked It asidle in conl empt. "And lie didnt't even scrat ch youir fatce ?" aid( the wardlen, as I retiarnedl to hhniu. "No, not a scratch, and It wvas a chose have too." Not Marriecd in Spirit. P)robably the most remarkable case ever ried in this coumnt ry, and1( one that has p~er taps at tractedI mlore attetion and excitedi lore comment than any other, was tjiat of 'lora A. Spurlock vs. Charles W. Grcees, or' ananulmtent of mlarriage contract. We annot, learn that the case has any prece ent. The compllainant is the daughter of 1ev. M. Spurlock, a Methodist, preachecr ow statined at Koewanee and formerly at lenesoc, and tho defendant a MethodIst, ilnister stationed at, Fairvlew, lFihltoni ounoty, Illinois. The parties were married bout two years ago and1( lived together, as ian andl wife, having one chIld born to icm. For seome tinme past comipliant, hats ot lived with diefendaint, and recenitly site rought, sult for anumenot of theimarrlage ontract on the groundt( that she had enter di into it uinder dutress of her mother, and gainst her choIce and protest. This she, wore to on the witness stand, testifying ihat she had never loved the dhefendIant, nld lhad not willIngly married him; and~ laat lie was and always had been reputgnant Sher; that her parents had all of the time inown thIs, but they had persisted that hoe must, marry htim, and her nmothier had atched and guarded her to that end(; that or letters to Green hiad been wrItten or ictated by her mother, and filledi with ex ressions of aiffcction that she- could not oluntarily make; that she had loved nother maun and hiad pleaded agaIst this tarriage, and had prayed for (deathi and ontemnplated destruction rather than sub uit to It: anid, finally, being wearied out nd worn and distracted, had stiumitted ereelf an umwilling partnter to the marriage eremony, but did not consider that in pirnt she was ever married to Green. Mrs. ipurlock, the mother of then gIrl, appearing a a witness for lher, fully corroborated this etimnony in all esse.ntial particulars, by clmnly avowing Ini all its particularity Cr own pai t in this extraordinary business, ad 1leaIng a b'ellf that she was . dolo5 lght and securing her daughter's happiness ttd well, being. Thie popular Impression 3ft by diueh testI~eny was in the h hsI egree unfavw bl an thre Is 'not b 9w nywhet asn~dheot Mihu thatnn Post of the Househlid. Tlhe boy we are going to tell you about, was named Richard, and was the youngest of a good-sized family, and so, of course, the government rested mainly on his shoul dors. Ile really had a very hard time of it. for often his father's young lady cousin, and his older brothers and sisters, would not obey promptly, and sometimes his father (lid not wheel into line as quickly as he should. With his mother he had no trouble at all; she always minded beautifully and, as he saitd, '"had more sense than all the rest.." Richard was just Aoing out of skirtseinto pants, and was quite handsome, but he didn't care. for that; he only cared to gov ern. There was a little lock of hair, that hung (town ou lils forehead, just as you soo it in the picture of Napoleon, and as he was so determined to have everything his own way, the family used to call him the little Napoleon. Once when lils father and mother were away for a short time, his papa's cousin tried to make him do something she thought lie should. lie looked at her calmly and said, "\Yhy, Julia, I wonder at you trying to boss me, when you're only my cousin." And then, after a second thought, turning with a look of deep Indignation, "Yes, and only my seconi(i cousin at that," which completely settled her. tichard had a little bed in his papa'a and mamma's room. which lie had slept in ever since he was a bai y. As lie got older, lie and his papa used to have many argu iments oi the subject of his going into the other room with his brother to sleep. When lie got really boots of his own, he always Set them1 just whiere his papa stum bled over them ; and lie always had to tie his necktie and brush his hair before the mirror at the Identical moment his father wanted to do the sante thing. So, one morning his papa was unusually relelliois and obstreperous about, the way t~inng j were arranged, al' on going out, said :"Recally, Richard Lee Whittington, I don't intend to occupy the same room with you one night longer," anld shut the doolr quite lold. tichard always hated to hear lit father give him i s full naie lie kiew it ineait trouble, especially when he put in thei middle name. i1e always found his father harder to manage for some tIie aft erward. lie looked at hinself in the glass quiet ly .ut I houghtfully, while lie fmnshed ae1 tling his collar, and then turning to his manuma, who lie loved to distiraction, lie said: "Well I maina, I think if any body ias to go it another room to sleep, papa ought to go hissolf, for once lie was no relation to you at all, and I've always been." A RtomarklUiL Famity. Norton, Il'ennayl vai is, contains a re markablu family. In the doorway of a small, low-roofed dwelling ltood a tall, well-preserved woman. "I am looking for a woman eighty-four years old, who ias raised twenty-four children and is still In vigorous health," was the first query. "1 suppose you refer to me," she said. "1I am of that age." She was apparently en. joying tihe best of health. Ink all her long hfe she said she had never been sick but one day. Brought up on a farm aiid in ured to the rough work ilcident to farm life this woman had reared the extraordi nary large family of twenty-four children, twenty of whom are still alive. The oldest is 65 and rosides on i cleanily-keDt farm a mile or two distant from the homestead. The youngest is -30 and is engaged lit grape culture at, Haimondsport, New York. The entire twenty children at in splendid health. Of the four who are dead three met, their death by accident, while the fourth (lied of yellowv fever mn Alemphis two years ago. Tihe imothier still (toes all the housework, milks four cows daily and takes the produce to market. She is the finait. cder of the famuity and declares that she needis no lawyers to keep tier affairs in order. Every Sabbath linds all quiet abou( the farm, and every iieimbor of thme cirehe Is reqiuired to attend theiljuaint old Methodist church iiorninig and~ evening. "Is your husbaiid living '' was asked. "No, elr; lie died Ldve years ago." "'Who is time mian of' whnnm It Is reportedi that lie is 81 years 01(l and yet Outs two, cordls of woodl every (lay ?" "Oh," said alho, as a sumilo lit tip her' face, "that must be brother Jake. -IHe'd~ out yonder chopping away for dear life." Thelm visitor went, "ot yoiider,"~ andi sure enough a tall, stironigly built maii, wIth wvhite locks streaming over lisa shouilders; Was beniding over a weood pile andl wveldirli an axc in a miannier betokening no lack of vigorh llis four-score years htave all been spent wvithin a radius of tweinty-five miles. lie had( iiever beenm outside of lHur.terd an coumty. "1 care wuitinm' ab)ohit seein' the world, sir.. Mly own little village here and my smaill gathlering of true friends is all I de sire. I readl the papers regularly, and I hInd that there is a heap) of bickerin' aiid strife outside wihel we avoid in- our quiet home. I remember a good ways backq and hlave watched miany changes since I was a boy, but all my affectionis and association~ are 'round hiero. 1 (10 not have to chob wood ; oh,- no, sir, but I like the exorcise, rind it, -keeps mec miovini'. i've never bek miarriedl, and have taid aside a tolerable - neat, suin In the Frenchtown bank' for old ige," amid at tihe words "old ago" the sturdy farmer chmuckiod, as though eighty-oneo years did not bring him into the perIod' o hoary hlairsandi doelining days. ', Abunudant (Sair. Japanese woimea are very proud of theIr hair, wIch Is black and luxurlant. sThey multivato andl arrange it wIth great cara by~ brushing thir , tresses backC fr-oiim the for'# 11ead amid gahterlaig them in a plaited top knot, coveredl with flowers, spangles, an~ hair-pins of gold, silver and tortoieshelh' lich andl poor a-me alike .proyd Qr tul coifure,and t he kil)lkwommnan in rasdeo theo same attention to her h'ilr as O lady. To jdroservo 'thb elaboi'atd'ito)''?'I from being diaturbed, wotneni durIng edj5 rest their necks, In a padded fork, . Tftern ls no difference between sIngle and mxiai- '" ried women ia weal-lg their )~ ha2as Uhinma' and their respective socidli tat' Is inicato I by the position of the boiw In' which their waist s'carL Is tied, g1~aw~~' lig it at thme baecc, mtroMe at elatter als b yvo t~~"yebro i anod ofatok 191id 1