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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION- WINNSBORO, S. C., NOVEMBER 30, VOL IV-- O.14 WHEN ALL TUE WORLD IS YOUNG. Wheu all the Wold isyoug, lad, And all the tree ar green, And every soose a swani lad, And every laessi queen. Then bey for boat and horse, 1a4, And round the world away, Young blood must have its ooure, lad, And every dog his day. When all the world In old, lad, And all the trees are brown, And sll the &port is stale, lad, And all the wheals run down. ar.;4.p home,'and take your place there, The spent and maimed among ; God grant you and one fae there You loved when you wore young. My, Punishment. I am not yet thirty years old, but my hair is streaked with gray, my heart lies like ice n my bosom, and my life seems only a long, dreary. wast-o punishment. . a 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 Kate? 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 lh-ia* een nursed carefully by my conscien tious giardian 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 hon I 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 refuied to share It with me, and although she' laughed at me if I made love to her, I nev er ceased to hope ustil Girrd 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 ny guardian's manufactory, the Gordon Mills. I had been all Winter .visiting my grand mother, who hd '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 -li4d early in May. L had lqft Barton inNovember, and just one week after any deyarture Girard Hop kinson came to take a position in my guar dian's countIng house. There, was... othing of the snob about John (4ordon, my. guardian, anid 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 suffered. My whole life seemed to me a blank, but I had no word or thought of blame for Kate. I hid my iain as beat I could. Aunt kneW all, for iny 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 card 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 seaui aunt was making for my cousin. It was nake a thunderclap to me when my gusrdian wrote to me that Girard had robbed him. "It was a very clovr forgery," ho wrote, "and it has been lraced directly to Hop. kinson. Evans, who has been wikh me thirty years, has my perfect confidence, detected the forgery, and traced It up. Of .course Aiopkinson denies It, but it Is too clear a case. Still, for his lather's sake, I shall not prosecute him. He Is the sen of one of my dearest friends- -dead many years-and s pared this disgrace. I have discharged Girard, of course, and he has left Barton, hut 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, even as 1 loved her. I wrote to aunt, and received letter after letter, telling me of Kates's grig,, and her firni faith in her over's.innecde.. The weary winter passed, and Kate's health failed, in her pain and humilia tion. All Barton knew of her engagement, hut no one knew the cause of her lover's deser tion, s:> that there was'-the bItterness of ap pearing to be jilted in addition to the bur, den of knowing the truth. I wasshooked'when I rejurned to Bar. ton to sed the shadow of my' bright beauti' ful cousin in the pale languid girl who greeted me with sisterly affecdion. I consulted our old doctor privately, and lie strongly advised "change of scene." * 'She eis fretting bere," asai .he, "and everythings reminds her of her faithkt sa layer. If she went away for a year, she would come back herself again. * Armed with this opinion I laid siege to aunt, and the resuilt qa that we went abroad, no time lielng set for our returli. It was a labor of love with me to win my cousin bacit te cheerfulness, and if I ws lover like In my attentions I was at leea$ sindlere in my devotion. I believed Girard to ~e a forger, one who had robbed not only his employer, bu$ his friend, and I honestly held the opinion that Kate's happines rould be.1ItL secuedi she cou~l forget hrm.* odI WhI1y thils convictiop anid my own love, hold riyself ,blpmeless that~ T tried to win Kates'heart, even though I knew I never could be first there. Yet It was two years before I. ventured to ask IKate to be my wife. We wore i Paris wheni she put her hand In guine, skylng-a "You know allt I will be your true fatthfiga wife, since you love me In spite of kMowingp that tny heart was givlag. to (ir ard.: There was no reason to delay our wed ding. and I made every preparation tb be marrzea on the '19th of May, .ad sail for home early in June. Aunt banished me to another hotel for a week before she ceremony, to have Kate's undivided attention in the trousseas, 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: "Mr DRAB Bo,-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 openlyacused him of the forgery. Evans'died last week-committed suicide. He has been robbing me systematically ever'aice I took him into my full conf dence. The forgery was committed to cover a loss by speculation, but he has scone on from one venture to another until dis covery was inevitable, and suicide seemed his only escape. He left a full confession, and fortunately I knew where to find flop kinson. I wrote to him at once, and he is now- in Barton in Evans place, and with his salary. Need I say he is still faithful to Kate? I enclose lile 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 fotded away my 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 I Worn out already by mental excitement I left that question open, \uddeclded whether to tak.e aunt into my confidence in so far as to t'ell-her of Girard's return to Barton. .-I' heard more than one comment upon my pale race at the wedding breakfast, but everything passed- on well, and Kate was my wife. - With Kate my own I had .thought to defy fortune W8 injure me, but before the -honeymoon was over I knew that my wife would be'.dutiful an4- faithful, but never loving. We had been married nearly two months, - when one, morning Kate carne into the rooni of oa' London hotel,' where I sat reading. Upon one pretext hnd another I had de layed our return to Barton, and we had been some weeks in London. I looked up as Kate came 'in, and her. ghastly face and set hps absolutely fright., ened nie. Before I conid speak, she held out to me4 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 -'GJrard is an innocent man I' Then I read the letter. I odily ask you one ques tion-did it reach you before we were marriedt" I could not lie t9 her, with Iier -eyes riv eted on rey-face. "Before," I said. "And you distroyed the inclosure " "Yes." She uttered no relroach. 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 it tempt to win back even the dull semblance of love she had tried to show. me. I am:writing this in my bwn home at Barton. Kate's dying wish was to be buried here, aid 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 and its Produet. It is not generally known that very vigorous efforts are in progress to introduce sugar-making from the beet. The Iltate ot Deleware has a commission organized to award premiums to farmers for raising crops of the sugar-beet, seven premiums aggr-egating $400 being awarded for crops or 16 tons of roots per acre and over, and seven smaller premiums for crops of 4 to 18 tons per acre, The Delaware Beet Sugar Company has a large factory 50 by 142 feet, intended to work up the crop of the present yea-, and has contracted for tihe produce of 400 acres, in addition to 114 acres grown by tlie company. During last year eleven farms attempted the cultivation, and the official report of the quantities grown shows that the product rangeid from 7j tons to 26 tons to the acre, five of them exc&ading 16 t~Ons, and theit giet calculated product of sugar per acre ra'nged'fro'm $,407 pounds, the 19west, to 4,488, pounds; the highest, Seven of the farms exeeeked 2,400 poundd of sugar per acre. The percentage of iugar y~vas also higa,, isa all ,but three cases exceeding1(d pot cent. 'The percent age of sugar increases if the gathering of the' roots is delayed ; those pulled in Au gust yielding 6f per cent.; in September, $ 64-0 per cent., and in October, 8 98-100 per cent. The Razor Clam. .When the~ tide is out, one may find the razor-fhh, so called because the shell re sembles the . hla'dle of a razor. if laid Mold of suddenly, the chiaces are that be fore he cain be dirawn out' ho *il1 slip out of his shell, leaving that empty~ in the hand, while th~e "'soul apd gassce ' of him has gone down half a fathom 1atothesand. Yet he is not, more slippery than many an individual, who, when pressed to do dome agagnanimous deed .in behalf of the coin. uihunity, slips out of -bis shell, and, losing the grip, you can no more find the soul and dbasence of imi than yb'o-an'flnd the soul of this razor-fish; ;whioh;has godie deep into the muck and sand. In *lther instance, the empty shell is the only sign of the Ithkgwanited, IMe Wanted Oluonargarine. (.ilhooly strolled Into his grocer's estab lishment recently just as that dietinguished statesman was opening a keg of golden tinted oleomargarine. "That looks nice. It's genuine butter, Isuppose: none of your bogus stuffI" querled Gilhooly. Now, this was a leading question. The grocer wanted the worst to sell some of that oleomargarine to Gihooly, 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 now?" "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 jest emell it. Don't it make you think you are rolling In fresh-mown hay I You can just taste the buttermilk It you try." "But 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 1" "Yes,t "Then," said Gilhooly, as a esd smile pased over his features, "then I don't want it. Cow's butter Is no longer fash. lonable. I wanted some of this oloomar. gailne, made, you know, of axle-grease, eecond-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 rinet 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 I then he spoke confidentially to himself: "Next time I'll tell the truth if it bursts me wide open." Ancient Tombs In Switzerland. An interesting find of ancient tombs a supposed to have formed part of a Burgun- 1 dian burying ground, was made a short tine ago at Assens,. a village of -the canton of Vaud. 'Ihese tombs, which follow'eacli I other in regular order, are hollowed out of I the rock on a hill - at the entrance of the I vildage, about three -feet below, the soil. I .Theya*re each, two metres long and eighty c'imetres wide. At thei, head of each I grafe 16 a . flt stone; dressed, but be iing r .no inscription. The bones are disposed in the ordinary way, as If the bodies to which I they belonged had been laid down in a I horizontal position, and not vertically, as I in some tombs lately opened at Chamblan- I des, in the same canton. Fragments of a tibia, femurs, and the clavicles were found, ] but no skulls. One of the tombs contained y the bones of an adult and an infant, pre- v sumably of a mother and her child. Among b the objects found are pieces of curiously wrought and chased metal and silver rivets, 6 the remains probably of a warrior's glaive a and sword-belt. In another of the tombs a was a bellmouthed vase of the capacity of b half a litre black as t) its exterior, but In I substance yellow. Whether the material, r of which It is composed be stone or burnt t -eagth has not yet been determined. Inside i as well as outside there are traces of j lozenge-shaped figures executed apparently a with some graving tool. The chief inter- t est of these tombs consists in the fact that I they are almost certainly cooval with the 1 arrival of the Burgunaians In the Jura i country in the fifth century whither they a were called by the aboriginal inhabitants I to repeople the lnd, almost depopulated g by an invasion of the Allemain. Being g for the moat part shepheirda and hunters, a they dwelt chiefly on the mountain slopes I and In elevated valleys. The plateau of I Mount Jorat appears to have been one of t their most Important settlements, and there t can be little doubt that the origen of Assens, as well as of Cheseaux, whemre also Bur- , gundlan tombs have been found, dates back a some 1,400 years. une a coiner. On one of the morning trains over the I Erie road, the other day, a farmer-looking man, walked the length of a car, withoutI finding an empty seat, and ho slowly re turned to one occupied by a lone man, who at once spread himself out as much as pos sible, and suddenly became deeply Inter ested in his newspaper. The farmer halted beside the seat, but the other nmade 'no movement. Even after a full milnute hand passed there was no sign that he meant'to share his quarters with the other. Then the farmer gently touched his arm and said: "If you can hang on long enough you'll make a fortune." "What-what's that, -sir?" demanded the other, as he leoked up. "It's a big thing-hang on to it!" wis pered the far-mer. '-What is it? What do you mean sir?" "1 tumble; but I won't give It away,'1 dhmckled the farmer. "What do you mean,-sir?" ."I mean that you've gost-the bjggest cor-I ner on the hog market ' ever known in -this country, and If yon don't make a million dollars out of it I'll eat codfish for a year." Half of the seat was suddenly vacated, but the farmer preferred to stand up and brace against the stove. "And I Did." In one of'Michlian's interIor towns live a couiple known as the "Siatnege Twins." They are always together. No one in thme vilage ever remnenbers seeing one n accompanied lyy the other. They go to church together, they split wood together, they walk the streets together and they fight together. Not long ago, after a severe battle, a gentleman said to the feminine ''Sarah Jane, why do you pumifiel your unprotected husband so? Thiok how bad you would feel If he would die." "Oh," said sarah Jane In a tone thatI showed the matter was settled in her mind,I "we will die together. We made that ar rangement when we were inarried. You see John Henry was married before, and seven days after his first wife died he caine to me and asked me to inarry him, 'John Henry,' said I, 'you ought to be ashamed] of yourself. Only seven days a widower. You should at least have respect enough for your late wife to wait a reasonable timae. Come back ten days after the funeral and ll niarry you,' And I dId." . tItea by MuMSOng. It was a clear mooalight night when, -af ter a hard day's "drive, 'and the herd of wild horses had been!penned, that the cow boys stripped theie tired ponies of saddles and bridles, and stakd them out to graze on the thick mesquit grass whidh fringed the bank of the San 13 ardo. After this- duty hhd been attended to, the cooking utensils were brought forth, and soon the coffee pot was singing a mu seal little isong, and a leg of fresh calf ribs spluttering befure the fire. Tie re. past, though rough, was made enjoyable by an appetite which only violent exercise ad pore air can give, and after the boys bad eaten until it became necessary to un enekle their six-shooter belts, blankets were spread under th6 branches of a gigun 4c live oak which seemed to stand guard >ver the broad expanse of prairie, and hey settled down for a quiet smoke, "I tell you what, boys," said Ned Cur is, who was one of the hardest riders and >est poker players west of the Brazos, as ie lit a cigarette, "wd are going to handle iome pretty rough mustangs to-morrow, md if any of you fellows want to show rour fancy riding you had better be ring ?our flank girts and' rolls, because there ire some unbranded four years old in that unch, who are going to make you hum Ike a churn-dasher, ind you'll have to ork 'em deep to stay in the saddle. There s one in the pen that is a perfect picture of the mustang mare that sent Bill Hall to he angels." "Wasn't he sme g'loot from the old states V" inquired one df the boys, turning >ver on his blanket. "Yes," replied Ned, "he was a long ow-beaded chap, greeher than an August >eralmmon, with legs on him shaped like pair of hames." "How did he happen to get killed, Ned. )Id the mare flirt him a little too strong? " "Yes, that was the way of it. You see, te had just come frois Gregory, and had Lever been on the back of a wild horse be ore in his life, but he was spunky with R- of that, and wasa t scared of anything. )no day while dnving out in Nueces ounty, we made 'round up' all of the korses in the range, and after 'cutting out' i that were in the 'dlahiond P' brand the ioys began throwing spine down and rid. ng 'em, just to see the wild devils buck." "Well, Bill Hall toolk a darn tool notion o ride one himself' and he picked out a Lttlo Roman nosed mustang mare, pure lpanish, and wilder than a cavote, and got ome of the boys to ielp him throw her lown, because he didi't know any more ,bout handlig a lariat than he did about unning a prayer meeting. Wnen the saddle had been strapped on ter and Bill forked it, she was turned I xose, and the crowd stood back to see the un. Well, sir, that plug raised her head, 3oked back, bellowed a couple of times, nd then she lit Into'the prettiest bucking i ever looked at. "Wick to her Bill," I elled, but the only thing he could say rast "WhoaI Stop her boys, darn her old ide. [ds ike ba i knees gripped to her ides like a vise, and he pp1. o e brush heap, the mustang stretched her 3lf out like a step-ladder, put her head etween her front legs, and then bringing erself together like a rat-trap, she slam ied Bill Hall against the ground harder ian I ever heard a fellow hit before. Vhen we picked him up one ear was ummed around to the back of his neck, nd, from the look on his face, we koew biat he wasn't long for this world. He ngered for a day or two, and we did all re could to ease his pain, but one morn ig he motioned for us to come to nim, nd as I kneled beside his couch and took is hand in mine he said: "Boys, I'm oing to pass in my checks, but I ain't oing to shiver about it, even if I do die way out on a prairie, with no -one but a aw friends arc und me. Ill have a big road bed to rest in, and if some day you ide by my grave won't you get down an tink of me awhile ?" "Well, sir, the boys-the ornary cusses, rere crying like women, and I felt terribly haken myself, but we all promised that ye would, and then ho raised himself a ttle, and in a faitit voice said: 'Ned, I rant you to write to my mothel' and tell or that I wasn't a very dutiful son, but I Dyed her just the same.' "Ned," Le muttered so faint I could ardly hear him, "don't tell my folks when ou write that ( was slid into Heaven by a i-d mustang," and with that his head oll back, his grasp on my band relaxed, nd Bill Hall was on this earth no more, aud when I thought how his mother would rieve it mnade me feel weak in the knees. We burled him, and Jack Jones, who s something of a scholar because he had chance to go to school down in flay Pral 1o, wrote on the head-board of the grave WILLIAM HALE,. got a fall; Killed Dead as a Slug. By a Texas Plug, BoRIN IN GMORGY. "It always makes me feel bed when I hink of that poor fellow, and how to-day io sleeps on the bank of the Santa Ger rudes with nothing but a live oak to mark dis last resting place in the bosom of the >rairie. Do any of yotu fellows want a lit le araw poker to-night t" Several did, and 'mid' the shuffling of a ~reasy pack; Biil'Halligs soon forgotten. Whore the, Smash Was. Reportr-"I wish to ascertain sonme of be particulats about the recenit accident ni your road." Buperintendent-"Wh~at road?9" Rep.-"Why your road ?" Supt.-"I own no road." Rep.-"Are youi boli the buperintendent f the Go-to-Blazes.Smashand-Crash Rail ead ?" Bupt.-"I a'n. Why didn't you ask bat btfore?" Rep.- "Well, now about the accident." Bup.-"What socident 1" Rep.- "Why, the recent accident." Bupt. -"There bas been no recent acci lent." Rep.-"Why, didn't a train run off the rack recently, smash half a dozen cars to :hidling wood anid kill five or six people?" Supt.-"Whecre ?" Rep.-"At Gimlet Falls Station." Supt.-'Where is Gimlet Fails?" Rtep.-"Where t Don't you know t" Supt,-"I am not called upon to know. 3rove to me where Gimlet Falls is." Rep.-"Well,this is cheek." Supt.-- "No, it ain't it's business." To the Christian nothing can be so lart but that there isa' bright side. Oured by Hasty Pudding. .Doctor Radcliffe cared but little for books and yet he left $200,000 to found the library at Oxford University, whish 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. Tiough one of the most successful phy sicians of hie day, he seemed to ignore physic. He once 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. Ills reputation was due to the same qualities which command success in all'de. paritments of lifo--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 dotte, 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 Dickis dip ping his spoon. twice into the pudding to Jack,s' once, they quarreled. From words they went to throwing spoonfuls of hot pudding at each other; then handfuls. The patient was so much amused that he 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 Ile. He was up for drunkenness. "Do you plead guilty or not guilty?" said 'he recorder. "You don't try a man for murder before he inquests are held, do you? Don't you ake me around to the undertaker's shop to dentify the remains? That's what I have )een accustomed to in Colorado." "What remains? What inquestf" "Why of the policeman who tried to arrest met" "You didn't kill any policeman." "Well, don't you want to see the result >f their wounds before you try me? Don't rou take their ante mortems and have hem identify me as the tornado that truck 'em? As a general thing they die >efore they are taken to the hospital." "I don't. know what your are talking Lbout. You were arreted and brought to Le lock-up by a little sick. tailor on Gal. reston avenue, who was disturbed by your kowling." "0, well, that's all right. At first 1 was afraid I had disgraced myself. Any :Itizen can arrest me with impunity. )ivillans are beneath my resentment. V'ou can't make me destroy one. I might o along with one piceman if he was not Lrmed and very polite. When I want a ight I want the genuine article. It takes ive able-bodied policemnou to make it in ' *"uW=ti anta -w ma n int mva nr nnt. [ never fish for sardines. In Colorado they isually bring out a battery on me and a 3ompany of infantry. As long as you keep your police out of my way when 1 un drunk they are safe. That explains-it. [ couldn't And the police to get up a mati 3ee. That explains why there is no mor .uary report this week-no vacancies on .he force. I expect the police know me md hired that little tailor to bring me in, knowing I only go to war with regularly 3rdained policemen. Blingsigate, London. Who would see Billingsgate at its busiest mst be there by 5 o'clock in the morning, For at 5 o'clock, all the year round, the po liceman,permnanent,1y appointed to this post, rings the great bell, and at, the first tono of ts iron tongue the iron-gates,river side and my side, 'are unbarred, and swinging wide :>pen, 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 way 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 some mysterious means already, andl who search about' eagerly for wvork to do. The steamers that have been out for days in search of the fleet of fBshing boats from the North Sea, and which may have over hauled them close at Hleligoland, or nearer to, or further from our shores, are moored alongside the dummies by the landinir, and Into each of these are lowered two timber gangways, up one of which climb the per te~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 luve arrived in the river during the early morning, or they may havre come late the previous af ternoon; or, should your visit be fixed for Monday, they may have been there from Saturday afternoou, lying lazily in the suffocating weather, which is not calculat ed to improve the flavor of the cargo. IBut there are also lee ships about, and the knowledge of their presence lends a senti mental coolness to the atmosphere. Now the streets become noisy with the arrival of carriers' carts from the railways whose system touch thme sea, or carry river fish from Scotland or from Ireland. Ot course the Irish and Scotch salmon are the most hIgbly prized, for those of the Eng lish rivers are not rated so highly, and the roduce of the Norway rivers stand at the lowest Aiire in tihe market. But for this olass of fish the season is nearly If not com pletely, at an end, for the speckled trout goes out of fashion at the close of the par' llamentary session, with its lordly relative the silver-coated salmon. Cod and skatE', which lie about in all directious, are jnst coming in, and while haddocks andl plaice seem numerous enoufgh, turbot and oysters are rather shy of putting ini plentiful ap pearance. Norway lobsters are not just now in season, so that one visiting the market at present loses the sight of their sorting in the "haddock-room," over the ground floor market, a sight wvell worthy of beholding. As 6 and ' o'clock approach, the busi ness becomes fast and furious. 'The A~sh arriving by boat and by rail arc being rap idly sold off, for the moot pamrt. by auction. There iis but little timo sto haggle about prices; the market figures are tolerably well established almost from the moment the gates are unbarred, and Qustomers are too anxious to obtailk their required supply,and to carry it off to different parts of the me-' tropolls, to waste time In beating down for pence, for shillings or even for pounds sterling. From ..the steamers, and the Dutch eel boats, hung with cages round the siles, and fitted with wells inside to keep the fish alive; from the heavy barges laden with shrimps, which are shoveled like grain into baskets, or with mud-color ed floundera 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 maket. 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 to 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 ten 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 Less, but it is supposed to percolate through lie earth from the coal exchange opposite, where it is said the Romans of old had es. tablished spring baths. Victorio' Zareer. 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 hi side, and his age was so arent, he baffled the unremitting pursuit of United States and lexican 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. Victorlo refused to submit to a removal to the Don Carlos re servation but was forcibly transferred in February 187T. He broke away after a six month. residence in his place of exile, buit 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 lita transfer and he became in outlaw. In the latter part of April, 1879, Victorlo witI about thirty followers, crossed the Sierra Solidad and the river Joruedo del Muerto, stealing enough horses at Alormocito before crossing the river, to Lnount his band, and went on to the Hot Bprings reservation. At hot bprings, lie murprised 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 Vic torio, was unfortunately ordered into tihe Ute country. Only a day or two before Victorlo's desperate attack, General Hatch had received permission to move hi back to Ojo Callente reservation. Word was sent immediately to Victorlo, but either the orders were not promptly obeyed or they reached the now infuriated chief too late. Victorio, when near to Hillsboro, had meanwhile attacked a mining camp, and eleven miners were killed, although they bravely defended themselves. From there Victorio 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. torne was making a long circuit towards the Black range and Membros mountains, and the troons in pursuit fared hardly. In these raids about twenty teamsters and herdsmen were killed but Major Morrow pushing down towards Messilla, drove his foe towards Mexico. In Mexico, Victoria made himselt the terror of the frontier, and crossing the border after nunierous' depre dations, lie was once more encountered by Morrow and driven uack only to renew his bold incursions. The record of the pursuit, the wonderful marches of the Indians and our cavalrymen, and the desperate encoun ters that took place fromi time to time, reads like a romance. It is estimated that this old chief, exasperated to war by in justice, has within the course of eighteen months killed 200 American citizens, 200 Mexicans and 100 soldiers, beside stealin); over 1000 horses and committing no end of minor depredations. Too Wll asesled. Old S3hockey, a peripathetic preacher, well known in CalIfornIa, is such an ar dent believer in Scripture that he is ready to bet on any proposition that is laid down in the Bible. A few weeks ago, he visited tihe Lake, and stopped on Bunday at Glen brook. Being neariy penniless, he dieter mined to give an exhortation, and securing a ball called the sinners together. Is text was the marine episode, in which ,onah was taken in by a whale. "Now, my hearers, to the class of peo ple who never look beyond the surface of things this looks like a hard story to be lieve, but 1 know that it is so, every word of it.". Ho saw an incredulous look on the faces of the hard cases in the front row, and after pautsing a moment, ho continued: "1'ii bet any man in the crowd, $100, that I can prove every word of it. Does anybocy respondi" lHe thrust his hand down into his trouiser pocket and leaned forward. No one took him up. Hie went on with his sermon, showing conclusively that the whale did all that was claimed of it, and then passed around the hat. "ile that giveth to the poor lendeth unto the Lord," he said, as it went down the row. "Lay up your treasures in heaven, where neither moths nor rust corrupt, nor thieves break in and steal," he remarked, as ho saw the hat caming back. It was handed back to him empty, and he dismissed the audience with a hasty benediction. After services he met one of his hearers and complained bitterly of his lack of coin and enthusiasm in the town. "We've aot the enthusiasm here, Par son," said he man addressed, "but when you-bluffec us on a hundred dollar bet, some thought you must be a road agent, and the rest concluded that a man a. well heeled didn't need take up a collection in FOOD FOR THOUGHT., Human life detineil by a npi ASun comfortable as w6uld be"theu 1 an figure defined by a wlee. It is said that the pen is nNiightler than the sword. -Neither is of -much value without the holder.. There are blessing, and. pYIleges In every life; let us bethanf01 for all ihose which 61l1 to our lot. To be wise Is, to feel that all tbt is \ earthly Is ransient, and to experidnoe misfortune is-to become wie. The lessons of dissapointment, hit. umiliation and blunder impress ,n'ore than those of a thousand masters.* A god consolence is like a coiner lot. Everybody would -like to have ito 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 'uestioa over. The grace that saves a men will save another through him. Ir Itoes nnt.It Is a kind that will notlikely save either. . ,. There is nothing lower than hypo crisy. To profess friendship and act enmity is a sure proof of total depra vity. It, Is a most mortifying refteotion to any man to coasider what he has done compared with what he might have done. It would improve some people very mt'ch if they were as careful 6f their daily lives as they are of their ortho doxy. Only the religions- man li good. Ant what is religion I It is the perfect agreement of the will with the consol ence. -- Man niat be lisappointed witl the lesser things of life before he 'can comprehend the full value aof) the greater. Frequent dissappointmente teach qs to mistrust our own inclinations, and shrink even from vows our heart may prompt. Our sina, like our shadows, *hen our day Is in Its glory scarce appear* towardi our evening how great, and monstrous. Bid habits are the thietles"of the heart, and every indulgence of them l4 a seed frou which will spring forth a new crop. Women who love are always a(raid they are notk loved. Women who do not love always flatter themselve,.that they are loved. In sall truth, half of our forebodings about our nellhbors are but our own wishes, which we are ashamed to utter In any other form. Beauty is a great gift of Heaven; not for the puirpose of fenale vanIty, but a great gift for one who loves) and wishes to be loved. Our striving against nature is, like holding a woathercook with.one'.s hand as soon as the force is taken off it veers aiein with the wind. - ' : we shoud gtve as we receive, oneer - fully, quickly, and without hesitition; for there is no graoe in a ;benele that sticks to the fingers. It Is easy enougl to ii ie 4acrlftes. for those we love but for our 'enemy we have to struggle and overoothe self. Such a victory is noble. The man of enlightened understand ing.and persevering ardor h4p any sources of enjoyment which tlihigno. rant man cannot reach. Truth and purity,1ike so miny rem. in the life and.example of the igood man, eannot but shainle,and ooieemnn error aid vice in others. He that hath really felt the bitter ness of sin will fear to comnmit it; and he that hath felt-thie sweetness 'o' mer cy will fear to offend It.- .a w There is no time in a mati's life wrhen he is so great as when .he oihiefully bows to the necesity of his' pqqltion, and miakesthe best o -it. Tkhere is no policy like politeness; and a good ulanner Is the best, thIng In thme world, either to get agoedi naao or to supply the wah't of it. Tears are net manly I Well, the highest type of manihood thst- ever blessed earth with Ia'spresences wept on more th an one occasion. *. Wondorfull I hat religion, Which seems to have no 4ther objiloth'an the felIcity oft another 'life; 'snotild also constitute the-happiness of this." A man is more faiithful to the secret of' another than to his own; a .woman, oni thte contrary, presuerves her ewn so cret better thtan tat of arnother. Hei who can at all 'inpes sacridieo pleasure to duty, possesses, in~ a large mneasui'e, divine elements -in hus cha. raott r and must grow spiritually. Dr. Caird says that 1t 'is at pe fact thant a "maan has riches" ,whloh, keeps hIm from the'kingdom of'hk~n, bu s the fact that "rIches haive him." Opportunity is the flower-of time; and as the stalK may remain wthen the doewer Is cut off', so time may remain with us when opportunity Ls ge, Leave your grievanices, as )apoleon did his letters, unheeded trthree weeks, vtuid It Is abtonishing how few ci tnem~by that time w tll require heed-. inug. .1o wan has come to Cr1e' grpsatness who has not felt in som~e .degree that his life bsloings to his raoe, 4sia that what Ulod gives haim lie' giVe# man kind. , Study your own laterpets i losely, and do not spend your tlme'g~leoting presients, goverudr,,an 11i other small olicer4, amid Ia wh'lillk store Iuxes. rj*' J Self love is a mediumi of at peculiar kind; in ugmsities every thIng Wvhich IS aniss in eotherS, at the pp e time 4liut It lessvna every th ing Ars In our selves.* The very heart amnd root of sin Is an inueyUnUent anid selfish spirlm. We uirem. the ideA well, andi not ,g w ish othera to worsuiy it, bus w~ e urahuy It ourseives. ,. Calvary alone was high anidugh to ce Chuc pedestai upon wuldh' the .ide~ar nero o& numanlmy could CtIii, aid be seen by all, whise none ethoagg could iImeS or genorftl calejit'f Siieufu. ston nave ever been jrddtiv~ie of the greattst muinus. Th~e purvgt.uo o es irou tne Ltwest furnaua; ip righI.t, h1ash irom tne darkesp lohti,