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T 1RI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. C., NOVEMBER 30, 1880.-. . VOL. IV.,O. 144
WHEN ALL THE WORLD IS YOUNU.
When ll the rld Is y g,lad,
And all the trees are green,
And every goone a swan lad,
And every las a queen.
Thou by for boo and horse lad,
And round the world away.
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world In old, lad,
And all the trees are brown,
And all tho port is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down.
Crop home.'and take your place thero,
The spent and maimed among;
God grant you And one fae there
You loved when you were young.
Ms Punishment.
I am not yet thirty years old, but my hair
is streaked with gray, my heart lies like
ice in my bosom, and my life seems only a
long, dreary waste-a punishment. .
Ah, if my sin was great, I was sorely
tempted, and my punishment will only end
with my life.
When was it I first loved my cousin
Katel It might have been when aunt
Barrie offered her soft cheek out of a
bundle of flannel for my boy lips to kiss
the baby.
I was wealthy, my father having left me
a fortune when I was six years old, that
had.hyge nursed carefully by my consolen
tious guardian till it nearly trebled In value
when I came of age.
* Aunt, my mother's sister, had only the
smallest income from her dead husband's
estate, and lived in a cottage not far from
the great house that would be my home
whenever I choose to occupy it.
My own mother had died when I was a
baby, and all home affection in my heart
centered in aunt and cousin Kate.
Yet it never was a brotherly love I gave
Kate after I was old enough to think of my
own home and future happiness.
I knew that my beautiful house would be
to me desolate and empty if Kate irefused
to share it with me, and although she'
laughed at me if I made love to her, I nev
er ceased to hope uptil ,Girard Hopkinson
came to Barton.
He was, without exception, the hand
somest man I ever saw. Yet he was with.
out a dollar In the world excepting his sal
ary as clerk in my guardian's manufactory.
the Gordon Mills.
I had been all winter visiting my grand
mother, who had 'written me a most im
ploring letter, begging to see me once more
before she died, and seeming so heart
broken whenever I proposed to leave her,
that I remained until she died early in
May.
I had left Bgton in November, and just
one week 'after any departure Girard Hop.
kinson came to take a position in my guar
dian's counting house.
T'here. was. nothing. of the snob about
John Qor'don,i:ny guardian, and finding his
new clerk to be a gentleman, he invited
him to his own house, and Introduced him
to Barton society,
Everywhere he met Kate, the belle of
Barton by universal consent.
When I came home in May aunt told me
that Girard and Kate were engaged.
I will not dwell on what I aufered.
My whole life seemed to me a blank, but
I had no word or thought of blame for
Kate.
I bid my pain as best I could.
Aunt knew all, for my heart had been an
open book for her loving eyes all my life,
and when we were all together she accepted
my attentions as a. matter of course, leav
Ing the lovers to tAke care of each other.
To aunt only I confided my plans for
opening my own house in the winter, and
she consented to come and share my home
after Kate's marriage.
In October I went away to nerve myself
by absence for the wedding, and to pur
chase many additions to the modest trous
seau aunt was making for my cousin.
It was arke a thunderclap to me when
my guardian wrote to me that Girard had
robbed him.
"It was a very clever forgery," ho wrote,
"and It has been traced directly to Hop..
kinson. Evans, who has been wihh me
thirty years,'has my perfect confidence,
detected the forgery, and traced it up. Of
*course Eopklnson denies it, but it is too
clear a case. Still, for his -father's sake, J
shall not prosecute him. Ho is the sen of
one of my dearest friends--dead many
years-and a pared this disgrace. I have
discharged Girard, of course, and he has
left Barton, but I shall keep the whole af
fair secret. I have told your aunt and
cousin- no one else."
Kate knew then.
My heart ached for her, for I knew she
loved Girard, oven as 1 loved her.
I wrote to aunt, and received letter aftel
letter, telling me of Kates's grief, tiud he,
Alrnt faith i hr 1v'er'siani~ecc..
The weary winter passed, and Kate's
health failed, in her pain and haumilia
lion.
All Barton khew of her engagement, bu
no one knew the catise of her lover's deser
tion, sa that'there was-the bitterness of ap
pearing to be jilted in addition to the bur
den of knowing the truth.
I was.shooked 'when I relurned to Bar
tons to sed the shadow of myv bright beauti
ful cousin in the pale languid girl wh<
greeted me with sisterly affection.
I consulted our old doctor privately, ani
lhe strongly advised "change of scene."
"She Is fretting here,"' isi he, "an
everythings reminds her of her faithk a
layer. If she went away, for a year, sh
would come back herself again.
Armed with thispinion I laid , siege t,
aunt, and the resuill We that, .iroe
abroad, no time lielng sot for our returli.
It was a labor of love with me! to wi;
my cousin bacit to cheerfulness, and If
w lover like In my attentions I was
leist sincere In rmy devotion.
I believed Glirard to beaforger, one whi
had robbed not only his employor, but b
friend, and I honestly held the oplnlon the
she could forget him. betscud
.Wity sps conviction and myown love
ihoild myself blaneless tht~ I tried to wi
Kate's'heart, even though I knew I nova
could be first there.
Yet it was two years before I. ventur(
We were in Paris whon she put her lhar
inmine,syng
"You knoW allt I will be your tri
-faitfual wife; since you love me in spite
knowing that mny heart was giving. to (31
There was no reason to delay our wed.
ding, and I made every preparation th be
marrtea on the 12th of May, 4nd sail for
home early in Juno.
Aunt banished me to another hotel for a
week before the ceremony, to have Kate's
undivided attention in the troueseau, and
other details of the wedding, for we had
many friends invited, and had resolved to
have a grand breakfast after the return
from church.
On the 11th of May I received a letter
from my guardian. He wrote:
"My DARa Boy,-You will be as glad as
I was to hear that Girard is an innocent
man. I cannot be too thankful that I nev
er openly accused him of the forgery.
Evans died last week--committed suicide.
He has been robbing - me systematically
ever-since I took him Into my full conf
deuce. The forgery was committed to
cover a loss by speculation, but he has icone
on from one venture to another until dis
covery was inevitable, and suicide seemed
his only escape. He lelt a full confession,
and fortunately I knew where to find Hop
kinson. I wrote to him at once, and he Is
now in Barton in Evans place, and with
his salary. Need I say lie Is still faithful
to Kate? I enclose lila letter to her."
There It lay, the letter that was to des
troy my whole scheme of happiness.
I put Girard's letter unopened into the
flames of the gas burner, and watched it
burn to ashes.
Then I fokded away iy guardian's letter
which had some business details I intended
to copy before destroying it.
What excuse could I make for delaying
our return to Barton ?
Worn out already by mental excitement
I left that question 'open, 'undecided
whether to take aunt Into my confidence
in so far as to t'ell -her of Girard's return to
Barton.
. I heard more than one commetit upon
my pale face at the wedding breakfast, but
everything passed- oz weLl, and Kate was
my wife. , a Ke was
. With Kate my own I had thought to
defy fortune t'd injure me, but Jbefore the
honeymoon was over 'I knew that my wife
would beo dutiful ani aithful, but never
loving.
We had been married nearly two months,
-when one - morning Kate caqie Into the
rooi o o ur London hotel, where I sat
reading.
Upon one pretext And another I had de
layed our returit to Barton, and we had
been some weeks in London.,
I looked up as Kate came in, aOtd her
ghastly face and set hps absolutely fright
ened me.
Before I conld speak, she held out to me
my guardian's letter.
"You asked me to clear up your table
drawer," she said, and this was folded in
another paper, but so that I read one line
--'Girard is an Innocent man I' Then I
read the letter. I o6y ask you one ques
tion-did it reach you before we were
marriedI"
I could not lip t9 her, with her eyes riv
eted on niy-face. --
."Before," I said.
"And you distroyed the inclosure?"
"Yes.
She uttered no reproach.
She simply put the letter on a table be
side me, and left the room.
But It killed her.
For months she faded away, coldly duti
ful to me, gently affectionate to her mother,
but crushed by the weight of her misery.
Her only hope of happiness was gone
when her quiet affection for me turned to
bitter contempt, and I faltered in every at
tempt to win back even the dull semblance
of love'she 'ad tried to show me.
I anywriting this in my own home at
Barton.
Kate's dying wish was to be buried here,
and we. brought her home to place her be
side her father in Barton cemetery.
Yesterday the coffin that held my heart
was lowered into the grave.
Aunt knows all; she has forgiven me,
and will share my home.
It was her hand that burned the fatal
letter, and no one has questioned us about
It.
My guardian has the idea it reached me
after my marrIage, and Girard shares this
belief.
But I know that my treachery has killed
-the only woman I 'ever loved, and that my
life will be one long agony of remorse.
The sugar Beet andi its Prduot.
It is not generally known that ver)
vigorous efforts are In progress to introduct
sugar-making from the beet. The State ol
Deleware has a comnuission organized t<
award premiums to farmers for ralsini
crops 'of the sugar-beet, seven premiumi
aggr'egating $400 being awarded for cropi
of 16 tons of roots per acre and over, anm
seven smaller premiums for crops of 4 t
10 tons per acre, The Delaware Beet.
Bugar Company has a large factory 56 b
142 feet, intended to work up the crop c
the present yea'- and has contracted for thi
produce of 400 acres, in addition to 11
acres grown by the company. During las
year eleven farmeattempted thtecultivation
. and the official report et the quantite
grown shows that the product ranged fren
. 7Tj tons to 26 tons to the acre, five of the'
,exceeding 16 tons, and that thew calculate<
Sproduct of sugar per acre ra'nged fro'm ),40
pounds, the 19west, to 4,488, pounds, thi
u hghest. Sevea of the farms exeeeked 2,40
potmndd of sugar per acre. The percentag
Sof Augar as also higi,. ,ile all ,but thre
cages etc Oding 10) pet cent. ''ho percent
Sage of sugar increases If the gatheringc
the roots is delayed ; those pulled in Au
,gust yielding 5t per cent.; in Septembei
8.6 -10 cx cont., and in Ootober, 8 98-10
I The Rnoxr clam.
When the tide is out, one may find tli
o razor-fish, so called because the shell re
a qembles th0 . liaile of , a razor. 'if 1ai
i hjold of suddenly, the chances are thiat be
f ford he can be drawn out' ho" *ill shp ot
of his shell, leaving that empty in ti
~, - hand, while ge "soul and ,essece ' of hi
has gone down half a fathoma intoathesam
r Yet he is not, more slippery thanE many
Individual, who, when pressed to do don
d ruagnanimous deed jn behalf of the con
- iunity, slips( cut of -bis shell, and, losli
d the grip, you can np more find the soul ati
esonce of him than'yon'dan'lnd the sol
ie of this razor-flsh, 'which has gone deep ini
>f the muck and sand. In either instatic
r- the empty shell is the only sign of ti
,thing wantd, . i
So Wanted Oleomargarine.
.Mlhooly strolled into his grocer's estab
lishment recently just as that dittinguished
statesman was opening a keg of golden
tinted oleomargarine.
"That looks nice. It's genuine butter,
I suppose: none of your bogus stuff t"
queried Gilhooly.
Now, this was a leading question. The
grocer wanted the worst to sell some of
that oleomargarine to Gilhooly, so he spoke
up at once:
"Of course it is butter. Just look at the
beautiful golden hue only found in dairy
butter. It makes one think of cows and
butter-cups, just to look at it-don't it
nowl"
"But is it butter ?"
"Is it butter? Why, of course it is.
Some people are so suspicious they won't
believe butter is butter unless they take it
out of the churn themselves. Man alive I
jost smell It. Don't it make you think
you are rolling in fresh-mown hay I You
can just taste the buttermilk It you try."
"IBut is it butter I"
He had to lie or lose a customer. When
that issue was squarely put it would have
been commercial suicide to have hesitated,
so he came right out like a little man and
said it was butter.
"Butter from cow's milk P"
"Yes,1
"Then," said Gilhooly, as a sad smile
pasted over his features, "then I don't
want it. Cow's butter Is no longer fash
ionable. I wanted some of this oleomar
gailne, made, you know, of axle-grease,
second-hand tallow, and mucilage, that
looks like butter, but contains the organism
of a new kind of tape worm. I don't say
that I like that kind of jelly, but I am
going to keep up with the procession, any
how. So you haven't got any oleomarga
rine? Sorry, for I thought you kept a
first-class establishment," and he passed
out like a beautiful dream.
The grocer was silent for a moment, and
then he spoke confidentially to himself:
"Next time I'll tell the truth if it bursts
me wide open."
Ancient Tombs in Sivitserland.
An interesting find of ancient tombs
supposed to have formed part of a Burgun
dian burying ground, was made a short
tinle ago at Assens, a village of -the canton
of Vaud. -These tombs, which follow'each
other in.regular order, are hollowed 'oht of
the rock on a hill -at the entrance of the
viliage, about three - feet below- the soil.
They are each two metres long and pighty
coh'imetres' wide. At th, head of each
tavis a. lat stone; dressed, but beriIng
no inscription. The bones are disposed in
the ordinary way, as if the bodies to which
they belonged had been laid down in a
horizontal position, and not vertically, as
in some tombs lately opened at Chamblan
des, in the same canton. Fragments of
tibis, femurs, and the clavicles were found,
but no skulls. One of the tombs contained
the bones of an adult and an infant, pre
sumably of a mother and her child. Among
the objects found are pieces of curiouisly
wrought and chased metal and silver rivets,
the remains probably of a warrior's glaive
and sword-belt. In another of the tombs
was a bellmouthed vase of the capacity of
half a litre black as t> its exterior, but in
substance yellow. Whether the material,
of which It Is composed be stone or burnt
Cagth has not yet been determined. Inside
as well as outside there are traces of
lozenge-shaped figures executed apparently
with some graving tool. The chief inter
est of these tombs consists in the fact that
they are almost certainly co6val with the
arrival of the Burgunuians In the Jura
country in the fifth century whither they
were called by the aboriginal inhabitants
to repeople the h.nd, almost depopulated
by an mvasion of the Allemain. Being
for the most part shepherds and hunters,
they dwelt chiefly on the mountain slopet
and In elevated valleys. The plateau ol
Mouut Jorat appears to have been one ol
their most important settlements, and ther
can be little doubt that the origen of Assens
us well as of Ohoseaux, where also Bur.
gundian tomibs have been found, dates bacd
some 1,400 years.
Uonu acorner.
On one of the morning trains over th
Erie road, the other day, a farmer-lookln
man, walked the length of a car, withou
fnding an empty seat, and lie slowly rt
turned to one occupied by a lone man, wh
at once spread himself out as much as pot
sible, and suddenly became deeply intet
ested in his newspaper. The farmer halte,
beside time, seat, but the other mande :n
movement. Even after a full minute ha
passed there was no sign that he meani: t
share his quarters with the other.
Then the farmer gently touched his art
and said:
"If you can hang on long enough you'
make a fortune."
"What-what's that, sir?'' demande
the other, as he looked up.
"It's a big thing-hang on to it!'' wihi
Spored the faiimer.
'' What is it? What do you mean sir?''
"1 tumble; but I won't give it away,
dimuckled the farmer.
"What do you mean, sir?''"
*"I mean that you've got tihe biggest coa
ner on the hog market ever known in th
country, and if yen don't make a millic
dollars out of It I'll eat codfish for a year.
e Half of thme seat was suddenly vacate<
but the farmer preferred to stand up ar
e brace against the stove.
"Anid 1 DId.'"
- In one of'Michigan's interior towns h,~
a couple known sas the "Sainmese Twins
e They are always together. No one in tI
villiage ever remenbers seeing one u
accompanied by the other. They go
church together, they split wood togeth<
they walk the streets together and they fig
together. Not long ago, after a seve
0 battle, a gentleman saud to the feminii
3- twmin
d '-Sarah Jane, why do you pumiliel yo
i- unprotected husband so? Thiak how bi
it you would feel it' he would die.''
ie "Oh," said sarah Jane in a tone th
ni showed the matter was settled in her mnn
I. "we will die together. We made that a
an rangement when we were married. Yi
e0 see John Henry wams muarried before, ai
m. seven days after his first wife died he car
ig to me and asked me to inarry him, 'Jol
d .Henry,' said I, 'you ought to be ashami
til of yourself. Only seven days a widow<
Lo You should at least have respect enouj
e, for your late wife to wait a reasonable tirw
te Come back ten days after the funeral ai
1'l1 iarry you,' And I did."
..kIllea by , Maussan.
It was a clear mooillght night when, -af
ter a hard day's "drite, ' and the herd of
wild horses had beenipenned. that the cow
boys stripped their tired ponies of saddles
and bridles, and stak4d them out to graze
on the thick mesquit grass whidh fringed
the bank of the San Bernardo.
After this- duty hVA been attended to,
the cooking utensils were brought forth,
and soon the coffee pot was singing a mu
sical little song, and a leg of fresh calf
ribs spluttering befure the fire. The re
past, though rough, was made enjoyable
by an appetite which only violent exercise
and pore air can give, and after the boys
had eaten until it became necessary to un
bnkle their six-shooter belts, blankets
were spread under the branches of a gigan.
tic live oak which seemed to stand guard
over 'he broad expatise of prairie, and
they settled down for a quiet smoke,
"I tell you what, boys," said Ned Cur
tis, who was one of the hardest riders and
best poker players weat of the Brazos, as
he lit a cigarette, "we are going to handle
some pretty rough muktangs to-morrow,
and If any of you fellows want to show
your fancy riding you had better be fixing
your flank girts and- rolls, because there
are some unbranded four years old in that
bunch,-who are going to make you hum
like a churn-dasher, Ond you'll have to
fork 'em deep to stay in the saddle. There
is one in the pen that is a perfect picture
of the mustang mare that sent Bill Hall to
the angels." -
"Wasn't he saime gloot from the old
States I" inquired one df the boys, turning
over on his blanket.
"Yes," replied Ned, "he was a long
tow-headed chap, greener than an August
persimmon, with lege on him shaped like
a pair of hames."
"How did he happen to get killed, Ned.
Did the mare flirt him a little too strong? "
"Yes, that was the, way of it. You see,
he had just come frois tIregory, and had
never been on the back of a wild horse be
fore in his life, but he was spunky with
all of that, and wasn t scared of anything.
One day while drvig out in Nueces
county, we made 'round up' all of the
horses in the range, and after 'cutting out'
all that were in the 'dihImond P' brand the
boys began throwing snie down and rid
ing-'em, just to see the wild devils buck."
"Well, Bill Hall took a darn fool notion
to ride one himself' and he picked out a
little Roman nosed nustang mare, pure
Spanish, and wilder thin a cavote, and got
some of the boys to elp him throw her
down, because he didil't know any more
about handiog a lariat than he did about
running a prayer meeting.
Whien the saddle had been strapped on
her and Bill forked it, she was turned
loose, and the crowd stood back to see the
fun. Well, sir, that plug raised her head,
looked back, bellowed a couple of times,
and then she 'lit into the prettiest bucking
I ever looked at. "htick to her Bill," I
yelled, but the only thing he could say
was, "Whoa I Stop her boys, darn her old
hide."
Whila h hi. knees gripped to her
sides like a vise, and h 'u-..-.-- 0 1,a
a brush heap, the mustang stretched her
self out like a step-ladder, put her head
between her front legs, and then bringing
herself together like a rat-trap, she slam
med Bill Hall against the ground harder
than I ever heard a fellow hit before.
When we picked him up one ear was
jammed around to the back of his neck,
and, from the look on his face, we knew
that he wasn't long for this world. He
lingered for a day or two, and we did all
we could to ease his pain, but one morn
ing he motioned for us to come to him,
and as I kneled beside his couch and took
his hand in mine he said: "Boys, I'm
going to pass in my checks, but I ain't
going to shiver about it, even if I do die
away out on a prairie, with no one but a
few friends arctund me. I'll have a big
broad bed to rest in, and If some day you
ride by my grave won't you get down ann
think of mue awhile ?"
"Well, sir, the boys-the ornary cusses,
were crying like women, and I felt terribly
shaken myself, but we all pronmised thai
we would, and then he raised himself a
little, and in a faihi voice said: 'Nedl, ]
want you to write to my mother and tel'
her that I wasn't a very dutiful son, but ]
loved her just the same"
"Ned," L.e muttered so faint I could
t hardly hear him, "don't tell mny folks whei
- you write that ( was slid into Heaven by
3 d-d mustang," and with that his heai
- fell back, his grasp on my band relaxed
- and Bill Hall was on this earth no more
Iand when I thought how his mother wouhi
iev it mde me feel weak in the knees
We buried him, and Jack Jones, wh
a is something of a scholar because he has
a chance to go to school down in Bay Pral
Srio, wrote on the head-board of the grave
WILLIAM HAu,.
got a fall;
Killed Dead as a Blug.
By a Texas Plug,
I. BORN IN GRORGY.
"It always makes me feel bad when
think of that poor fellow, and how to-da;
'v le sleeps on the bank of the Santa Ger
trudes with nothing but a live oak to mar
his last resting place in the bosom of thi
.prairie. Do any of you fellows want a hi
5 tie craw poker to-night I"
n Several did, and 'mid' the shufiling of
Sgreasy pack, Bill 'Hall wase soon forgottez
Where the Smash Was.
Reporter-"I wish to ascertain some<
the particulars about the recenit accidor
on your road."
Superintendent- "WIhat road?"
!e Rep.-" Why your road I"
SBupt.-"I own no road."
1e Rep.-"Are you noti the buperintendei
1. of the Go-to-Blazcs.Smash-and-Crash Rs
ao road?"
r, Supt.-"I am. Why didn't you ai
it that before?"
re Rep.- "Well, now about the accident,
10 Sup.-"What aocident?"
Rep.- "Why, the recent accident."
ir Supt.-"There has boon no recent ace
id dent."
Rep.-"Why, didn't a train run off ti
at track recently, smash half a dozen cars
kigdling wood arnd ill Aive or slxpeophl
rS.-"Where ?"
m- Rept.-A GilFalls Station."
id Supt.-'W here is Gimlet Falls?"u
uo Rep.-"Wherei Don't you know ?"
in Supt,-"I am not called upon to knoi
md Prove to me where (Jimlet Falls Is."
r. Rep.-"Well,this is cheek."
th Supt.---"No, it ain't it's business."
0.
id To the Christian nothing can be
dark but. that there is a' bright side.
Ored by 8asty Pudding.
.Doctor Radeliffe cared but little for books
and yet he left $200,000 to found the
library at Oxford University, whih bears
his name. A friend, visiting him, asked
where his study was. Pointing to a few
vials and a skeleton, he replied, This Is
Radcliffe's library."
Though one of the most successful phy
sicians of his day, he seemed to ignore
physio. He oice remarked, that when he
began practice he had twenty remedies for
every disease, but before many years he
found twenty diseases for which he had
but one remedy.
His reputation was due to the same
qualities which command success in allade
partments of life-namely, quick penetra
tion, goed sense, decision and fertility of
expedients.
He was called to a gentleman Ill of the
quinsy. Seeing that neither an internal
nor an external application would be of
any service, he ordered a hasty pudding
to be made. When it was done, his own
servants having been instructed as to their
behavior, brought it to the patient's room.
"Come Jack and Dick," said the Doctor
as the pudding was placed on the table,
"eat as quickly as possible. You've had'
no breakfast this morning."
Both began, but on Dickle dip.
ping his spoon. twice Into the
pudding to Jack,s' once, they
quarreled. From words they went to
throwlbg spoonfuls of hot pudding at each
other; then handfuls. The patient was so
much amused that ho nearly burst with
laughter, and that burst the quinsy and he
recovered.
Colorado Jack.
He called himself "Colorado Jacic," and
looked like he might be a bad man to han
dle. He was up for drunkenness.
."Do you plead guilty or not guilty?" said
the recorder.
"You don't try a man for murder before
the inquests a:e held, do you? Don't you
take me around to the undertaker's shop to
identify the remainst That's what I have
been accustomed to in Colorado."
"What remains? What inquest?"
"Why of the policeman who tried to
arrest met"
"You didn't kill any policeman."
"Well, don't you want to see the result
of their wounds before you try me? Don't
you take their ante mortems and have
them identify me as the tornado that
struck 'emi As a general thing they die
before they are taken to the hospital."
"I don't- know what your are talking
about. You were arrested and brought to
tle lock-up by a little sick tailor on Gal
veston avenue, who was disturbed by your
howling."
"0, well, that's all right. At first 1
was afraid I had disgraced myself. Any
citizen can arrest me with impunity.
Civilians are beneath my resentment.
You can't make me destroy one. I might
go along with one pcliceman if he was not
armed and very polite. When I want a
fight I want the genuine article. It takes
five able-bodied policemen to make it in
t.ovptAti)a ann'ah +'.w mp to It. Imval r nit.
I never fish for sardines. In Colorado they
usually bring out a battery on me and a
company of infantry. As long as you
keep your police 'ont of my way when 1
am drunk they are safe. That explains'it.
I couldn't find the police to get up a mati
nee. That explains why there is no mor
tuary report this week-no vacancies on
the force. I expect the police know mU
and hired that little tailor to bring me in,
knowing I 'oily go to war with regularly
ordained policemen.
Bilingsgate, London.
Who would see Billingsgate at its busiest
must be there by 5 o'clock In the morning,
for at 5 o'clock, all the year round, the po
liceman, permanently appointed to this post,
rings the great bell, and at, the first tone of
its iron tongue the iron-gates,river side and
city side, are unbarred, and swinging wide
open, admit such a concourse as is not seen
in any other city under the sun. Men In so.
called white smocks, with head-dresses,
partly felt, partly leather, some with leaves
of leather hanging half w'iy down the back,
make furious rushes from Lower Thames
street to the river side, where they are met
by fellow-laborers, who have reached there
by sonme mysterious means already, and
who search about" eagerly for wvork to do.
The steamers that have been out for days
in search of the fleet of fishing boats from
the North Sea, and which may have over.
hauled them close at Hfeligoland, or nearer
to, or further from our shores, are moored
alongside the dummies by the landing, anid
into each of these are lowered two timber
gangways, up one of which climb the per..
to:'s with trunks of fIsh upon their heads,
. whilst down the other trip other porters
with their empty boxes or trunks, as they
are indifferently called, ready for a fresh
load, These steamers may hive arrived
in the river during the early morning, or
they may hiave come late the previous af
ternoon; or, should your visit be fixed for
I Monday, they may have been there froml
r Saturday afternoon, lying lazily in the
- suffocating weather, which is not caleulat
i ed to improve the flavor of the cargo. lint
0 there are also ice ships about, and the
- knowledge of their presence lends a senti.
mental coolness to the atmosphere.
a Now the streets become noisy wIth th<
-. arrival of carriers' carts from the railwayi
whose system touch the sea, or carry rivei
fish from Scotland or from Ireland. Oj
~f course the Irish and Scotch salmion arc th4
& most hiighly prized, for those of the Eng
lish rivers are not rated so highly, and thi
p reduce of the Norway rivers stand at thn
lowest filure in the market. But for thiu
class of fish the season ip nearly if not com
it pletely, at an end, for the speckled troti
ii goes out of fashion at the close of the par
liamentary session, with its lordly rolativi
k the silver-coated salmon. Cod and skate
which lie about in all directions, are jos
" coming in, and while haddocks andl plaic
seem numerous enoiugh, turbot and oyster
-are rather shy of putting in plentiful ap
I. pearance. Norway lobsters are not jus
now in season, so that one visiting th
e market at present loses the sight of thl
o sorting in the "haddock-room," over th
'a ground floor market, a sight wvell worthy c
beholding.
As 6 and 7Z o'clock approach, the busi
ness becomes fast and furious. Thein fis
arriving by boat and by rail are being rar
r. idly sold off, for the most part by auctior
There is~ but little time sto haggle aboet
prices; the market figures are tolerably we
established almost from the moment th
gate. are unbarred, and qustomers are to
to anxious to obtain their required supply,an
to cary it off to diferent parts of the ms
tropolls, to waste time in beating dow
for pence, for shillings or even for pounds
sterling. From -the steamers, and the
Dutch eel boats, hung with cages round
the skies, and fitted with wells inside to
keep the fish alive; from the heavy barges
laden with shrimpm, which are shoveled
like grain into baskets, or with mud-color
ed flounders caught by and beyond Black
friars bridge, from the railway vans in the
narrow roadways, crowded with fiat-fish
and fresh-water fish, or with huge baskets
running over with slimy eels, the porters
make their way in and out of the market.
The numerous narrow by-ways that radiate
from the base of the "tall bully that lifts
its head and lies"-in Latin-are thronged
with costermongers' carts and barrows, so
that for the general public these so-ealled
thoroughfares are positively impassable up
to 9 or 10 o'clock.
As the market exists, its business is car
ried on with all possible propriety, and tak
ing into consideration that its lowest cham
ber, which by the way, is scarcely ever
used, is ton feet below the level of the riv
er, it is kept remarkably dry. This has to
be effected, however, by means of steam
power, which keeps continually pumping
the water out from under the flooring and
which would if allowed to rise, flood the
building in thirty-six hours. Strange to
say, too, this drainage is not water from
the river, for it Is perfectly pure and taste
ess,. but it is supposed to percolate through
lie earth from the coal exchange opposite,
where it aid the Romans of old had es.
tablisheio. pring baths.
Victorso's Vareer.
The Indian chief Victorlo, who was re
cently killed in Mexico, was an Apache
leader over seventy years old, short and
stout in build and of wonderful
skill and courage. Though his left
arm hung paralyzed by his side,
and his age was so great, he baffled
the unremitting pursuit of United States
and Mexican troops, pillaged and murder
ed on both sides of our southern border and
fought scores of fierce combats. Up to
1877 lie was a good Indian; but at that
time the Interior Department resolved to
remove him from the Hot Springs reserva
tion, where he had lived with his people
for ten years and began to make progress
in the arts of peace. Victorio refused to
submit to a removal to the Don Carlos re
servation but was forcibly transferred in
February 1877. He broke away after a six
months residence in his place of exile, bit
was captured and brought back. He made
his escape a second time, and remained in
his place of refuge at the Hot Springs until
the Spring of 1879, when peremptory or
ders came for his transfer anct he became
an outlaw. In the latter part of April,
1879, Victorio with about thirty followers,
crossed the Sierra Solidad and the river
Joruedo del Muerto, stealing enough horses
at Alormocito before crossing the river, to
mount his band, and went on to the Hot
Springs reservation. At Hot bprings, lie
surprised six or eight men who were guard
ing Company "E," Ninth Cavalry, cap
tured forty-five horses, and killing the
whole guard rode away to Hillsboro and
Hatch, who had great influence over Vie
torio, was unfortunately ordered into the
Ute country. Only a day or two before
Victorlo's desperate attack, General Hatch
had received permission to move him back
to Ojo Callente reservation. Word was
sent immediately to Victorio, but either
the orders were not promptly obeyed or
they reached the now infuriated chief toe
late. Victorio, when near to Hillsboro,
had meanwhile attacked a mining camp,
and eleven miners were killed, although
they bravely defended themselves. Fron1
there Victorlo went to McAllister's ranch,
which lie burned, stealing more horses and
killing three men. Major Morrow, of the
Ninth Cavalry was following him, but Vie
torlo was making a long circuit towards th<
Black range and Membros mnountains, and
the troops in pursuit fared hardly. I.
these raids about twenty teamsters and
hierdsmen were killed but Major Morrov
pushing down towards Messilla, drove bhi
foe towards Mexico4 in Mexico, Victorbi
madie himself the terror of the frontier, ant
crossing the border after nunmerous' depre
dations, he was once more encountered b:
Morrow and driven back only to renew hil
bold incursions. The record of the pursuit
the wonderful marches of the Indians anm
our cavalrymen, and the desperate encoun
ters that took place from time to time
reads like a romance. It is estimated tha
this old chief, .exasperated to war by in
jubtice, has within the course of eighteel
months killed 200 American citizens, 201
Mexicans and 100 soldiers, beside stealisn
over 1000 horses and comnmitting no eni
of minor depredations.
Too Well Isented.
Old 3hockey, a peripamtmetic preacher
well known in California, is such an at
dent believer in Scripture that he is read
to bet on any proposition that is laid dow
in the Bible. A few weeks ago, he visite
the Lake, and stopped on Sunday at Gler
brook. Being nearly penniless, he dletol
mined to give an exhortation, and securin
a ball called the sinners together 111
text was the marine episo'.e, in
Jonah was taken in by a wid.ic
"Now, my hearers, to thme class oi
plo who never look beyond the surfai
things this looks like a hard story to ii
lieve, but I know that it is so, every wo,
of it."
ie saw an incredulous look on the fact
of the hard cases in the front row, am
after pausing a moment, ho continued:
"i'iu bet any man in the crowd, $101
that I can prove every word of it. Dos
any bony respond?",
lie thrust his hand dowin into his trouis
pocket and leaned forward. No one tot
him up. lHe went on with his sermo:
showing conclusively that the whale d
all that was clained of it, and then passa
around the hat
"lie that giveth to the poor lendethm un
the Lord," he Isaid, as it went down ti
row.
"Lay up your treasures in heaven, whio
a neither moths nor rust corrupt, nor thiev
r break in and steal," he remarked, as
a saw the hat ocming back.
f it was handed back to him empty, al
he dismissed the audience with a has
. benediction. After services he met one
i his hearers and complained bitterly of 1
- lack of coin and enthusiasm in the town.
,"We've got the enthusiasm here, Pu
t son," said theo man addressed, "but wh<
li you-blufted us on a hundred dollar bi
o some thought you must be a road agei
a and the rest concluded that a man se w
& heeled didn't need take up a collection
.Glenwood.'
FOOD FOR THOUGHT.
Human life detineil by a line I AS un
comfortable as would be the=a
figure defined by 'a wire.
It Is said that the pen is Mightier
than the sword. Neither is of .Much
value without the holder..
There are blessings and. priyileges
in every life; let us be thanktrl for all
Ihose which fall to our lot. " I - .
To be wise is to feel thai all thit Is
earthly Is transient, and to experidnoe
misfortune Is -to become wise.
The lessons of dIssapointmentj hu.
tikliation and blunder impress nore
than those of a thousand masters.
A good conscience is like a ceriner
lot. Every body would like to have It,
but few are willing to pay the price.
The beginning of faith is action;
and he only believes who struggles;
not he who merely thinks a tuestion
over.
The grace that saves a m n will
gave another through him. Iritiloes
not.it is a kind that will notlikely save
either.
There is nothing lower than bypo
crisy. To profess friendship and aot
enmity is a sure proof of total depra
vity. -
It Is a most mortifying reflection to
any man to coasider what he has done
eompared with what he might have
done.
It would improve some people very
mech if they were as careful 6f tielr
daily lives as they are of their ortho
doxy.
Only the religlotta wan Is good. And
what is religion I It is the perfect
agreement of the will with the consoi
ence.
Man must be diqsappolnted with the
lesser things of life before he, can
comprehend the full value sof) the
greater.
Frequent dissappointmentj tegeh 4s
to mistrugt our own inclinations, and
shrink even from vows our heart may
prompt.
Our sina, like our shadows; *hen
our d.ty Is in its glory scarce appear
towardi our evening how great, anc
nonstrous.
B.id habits are the thietlesaof the
1eart, and every indulgence of them
Is a seed froui which will spring forth
a new crop. . *
Women who love are always afraid
they are nob loved. Women who do
not love always flatter themselves that
they are loved.
In sad truth. half of our forebodings
about our nelghbora are but our own
wishes, which we are ashaued to utter
in any other form.
ieauty is a great gift of Heav~n i not
for the purpose of female vanity, but
a great gift for one who loves, and
wishes to be loved.
Our striving against nature I, like
ho lng a weathercook w iith.one's hand
as soon as the force is take oiff it veers
asral'n witAi the wind). '1 :" -'
Wo shouta give as we reeeive, eneer
fully, quickly, and without hesitttion;
for there is no grace in a ;bonete that
sticks to the flngers.
It is easy enotgli to i'a ike 4'i ri~Ioes.
for those we love but tor'ourpemy
we have to strugge and overdoihe self.
duch a victory is noblo. ,. . . - . i
The man of enlightened understand
ing.and persevering ardor hog Irany
sources of enjoyment which th'.gno.
rant man cannot reach.
Truth and purity,like so tinny geme
in the life and.example of the (good
man, cannot but shaipioand comema
error and vice i4 others.
He that hath reall-y felt the' bitter
ness of sin will fetir to noomnpt it; and
he that hiath fels-the sweetness o'f mser
cy will tear to ollend it.- -
There is no time an a mast's lire yrhen
he is so great as whon ho elpegfully
bows to the necessity o0' his pq ition,
and makesithse beit o- it.
-There is no policy like p61iteness;
and a goul . nyanner is the be$t thing
in the world, elther to get agaed namae
or to supply the waht or It.
Tears are no6t 'nmnly I Well, the
j highest type'- of manahobd 'tht- over
. blessed eartch w ith''H iaipresenee: wept
on more th an one occasionl.
t Wonderfull r hat religion, graich
- seems to have no other objdut' han tihe
a felicity of another life, sumbt id also
) constitute the-happiness of this.'
( A man is more faithful to the secret
:I oft another than to his own; a woman,
on tine contrary, preservqs her own so-.
urer, better thtan that of another.
He who can at all 'toies saorifice
,pleasure to duty, possosses, in Na large
measur'e, divine elements in his onla.
V raott r and must grow spiiatualiy;
a Dr. Caird says thg6 it'is sape e fact
i that a "malp has riches" .iih keeps
himn from thme kingdom of' be Wen, bua t
t he fact that "riche~s haVe -him."
Opport asunity is the flowver of time;
an sthe stat K may remain when the
dower is out ofl', so time may remain
,rii us when uppmortuahity is gJhe,
Leoave your grievanosa, as 1apoleon
did his letters, unheeded fr three
d weeks, ajud it is abtonishing how 'few
of tnum,by that time will require heed
intg. 'i
~d tdo man has come to truer grpatness
who hlas not fel in seine .dcge that
his te belongs to his radoe,'{ ~ithat
winat God gives him he 'Ei4 manl
kiad. . * h
sr atudy your own laterests i piosely,
and dto not spend your timeletin
presidents, governers,;a te
smaln otlikers, anid ia 'whit 1 gk store
IuXes. . i
Self love is a medium ofuao peouiiar
kind ; it mwaniiius everytthing which 15
1anwas in thers, at tipo pga pe time
o .hus it lessena every thing hiai~l Ia our
re '.i'uo very heart anid root of sin is an
es inLuesnlelts a seilash -qpWm We
meect ti Lhe 1u0 slf, andit not owg y wislh
otners to worsuip it, bla we Ie rehay
y Itourselves. "
of Calva.ry alone was high oiidugh to
cc ue aoudestak upoun wiaieh' he -ideal
ii eru oA nlumanhly could statis~ and bU
seenuby al, whiio nione Oh,1i ouid
nTinits ot genoral calai i~*d ceufu-.
tsiWn nave ever been $rdt8tve of thte
olg greatist manus. Tne piregs eo Contes
ir omn tuenotest furne,; terighte46
in Alas from t9 darE 4l: