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TRL-W EEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. (JJlY 0.81 SAL~E 85 BY TIUE NOITII SEA. Miles, and miles, and miles of desolation I .eagues on leagues on leagues without a change, Sign or token of some eldest. nation, Ilere would make the strange land not so strange, Iinte forgotten, yea since time's creation, Seem these borders where the sea birds range. Slowly, gladly, full of peace and wonder (Irows his heart who journeys here alone, Earth and all its thought of earth sink uander Deep as deep In water sinks a stone. Ihardly knows it if the rollers thunder, Ilardly whence the lonely wind Is blown. Tall the plumage of the rusi-Blower tosseh, Sharp and soft in iany a curve and line Mleata and glow the sea-colored niarl-hniosses, Salt and splendid from tihe circling brine. Streak on streak of glimmering seashine crosses All the land sea-saturate as with wine. Far and far between, tit divers orders, Clear gray teeples cleave the low gray sky; Fast and firm as tine-unshaken warders, Ilearts made sure by faltla, by hope made high, Tihese alone in all the wild.sea-borders lFears no blast of lays and nilghts that (lie, All the land is like as one inan's face is, Pale and troulolele still with change of cares. Doubt and death pervade her clouded spaces; Strength and length of life and peace are theirs Theirs alone aid these weary lilaes, Seeing not how the wide world frets and fares Firm and fast whlere all Is cloud that changes, 'loul-clogged sunlight, cloud by sunlght thinnied Stern and sweet, above time sandi-hill ramges Watch (lie towers andi toimbs of nca that sinned Once, now calm as earth whose only change Is Wind, and light, and wind, anl CIo uid, and wind LITTLE KATE ANI) I. We didn't wait for an iiboine to marry on, little Kate and I. We had no rich relations to leave uts legacies or to seld pearl necklaces, diamond ornaments, or thou.sand dollar bonds for wedding pres ents. i was simply a brakeman on the Eastern Michigan Railway, at long and lonely stretch of rails over desolate marshes, steep mountain grades, and solitary sweeps of prairie land; sho was the bright-eyed waitress in one of the restauranits along the line. But when I fell from the platform whon the great accident happened-you've heard of the (reat Accident, I suppose, when there was suchi a shocking loss of life--it was Kate's care, and nothing else, that brought me back into the world I had si) nearly quitted for good and all I "I would have done it for anybody, Mark !" said she, when I tried to thank her. "Would you ?" said I. "But it isn't everybody that would have done it for me, Kate I"' So I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. And I took a little cottage on the edge of the Swampscot woods, and furnished it as well as I could, with a red carpet, cheese-cloth curtains at the winlows, a real Connecticut clock, and a set of walnut chairs that I iyle mvaelf with seats of rushes, Woven in by old Billy, the Indian, who carried lis bas kets and mats around the country, and Mrs. Perkins, the parson's wife, made us a wedding cake, and so we were mar ried. Pretty soon I found out that Kato wits piinling a little. "'What is it, sweothetrt ?"said I. "Re member, it was a contract between us that we were to have no secrets from each other 1 Are you not perfectly happy ?" "Oh, yes, yes I" cried Kate, hiding her face oil my shoulder. "But it's my mother, Mark. She's getting old, and if I could only go East to see her, just once, before the Lord takes her away I" It was then that I felt tile sting of my poverty most. If I had only been a rich man11 to have handed her oult a check,and said "'Go iat once !" I think I could haive been1 qulite happy. "'Never mind, sweetheart," said I, stroking down her hair. '"We'll manaiiige it after a little. We'll lay up a few dol lairs from month to month, atnd youl shall go oult and sec her b)efore silo (dies I" And with thait little Kate wats forced to be3 conltenit. But there was a hungry homesick look upon01 her face which it went to my heart to see. "If I was nich I" I kept saying to my self. "Oh, if I was only rich !" One stormy autumn night we were be0 late~d on tile road, for tile wind was ter rib~le, shaiking thle cenitury old1 pines and oaks, as if they were nlothing more than tall swamp graisses, and1( driving thrnoughl the ravines with It shlriek anid a howl like a wh~ole pack of hlungry wolvesr And the heitvy rains hlad raised tile streams so thlat we were ciomplelled to go) carefully anld slowly over thle brnidges, and keep it long look ahlead~ for fear of accidents. I wats stanldinlg at mly p)ost, ill froint of tile secondl pass5enger car, staitng miy feet on tile platform to keep them wairm, and~l hop)ing little Kate wlold noet be( per. turbedi'( at miy prolonged absence, whlen tile news agenit camell chucklinig out: "'We're to stop) at Stumpljville Station," said he. "'Nonsense,'' saidl I, "'I know better~. This11 traina never stop1s shlert of Waukon 51ha City, least of all when we are rnt inig to make1( upl for lost ti'ine, as8 we arc "'Oh, bult tis 1 i a exceptionial occa sion," said ,Johnny Mills (wichl was tile newils agent's niame. "WXe're going to put an old woman off.) Sile has lost 11cr ticket, shle says. More likely she never hmd one0. Goes 011 as thloughl she'd hamd he(r pocket p~i~cd."' '-It's meost a pity, isn't it, to puIt one (d to-nigh1t ?"saiid I. Leatst of all at such a lonely lacel as Stumpvill StaltionI, whiere there are (only two'houses50 anid ai blacksmlith shop1." "Yes, I know," said1 Mills, aldjus~ting the tlewspapers thlat hoecarriedl in a rubl ber ease ulnder his arm. "'But the Supl) .erintendenolt of tihe roadl has1 got outt n new sot of instructis, and lhe's that pairticlar thlat Jones wouldn't dare to mmorlank a. case like tii. There's been so many confidence games played on the road lately." "Which is the one?" said I, turning to look at the end window of the car which was at the rear. "Don't you see ? The old party at the back of the two fat women in the red shawls. She's haranguing Jones now." "I see," said I. It was a little ol woman in black ilk poke-bonnet, a re spectable cloth cloak, bordered with an cient fur, and a long green veil, who was earnestly talking and gesticulating with the conductor. But he shook his head and passed on, and she sank back in a helpless little hea1) blehind tle green veil, and I could see her take a small handkerchief from a small basket and put it piteously' to her eyes. 'It's too bad," said I. 'Jones might remember that he once had-if he hasn't got now-a mother of his own." "And lose his iplace on the road, "said Mills, "No, no, old fellow, all that sort of thing does very well to talk about, but it don't'work in real life." So lie went into the next car, and the signal to slack up came presently. I turned to Mr. Jones, the conductor, who just then stepped out on the platform. "Is it for that ol lady?" said I. He answered, 'Yes." Said I, ''How far did she want to go?" "To Swanipscott," saidl he. "You needn't stop, Mr. Jones," said I, 'I'll pay her fare." "You!" lie echoed. 'Yes, I," said I. 'I'll take her to my own house, until she can telegraph to her friends or something. My wife will be good to her, I know, for the sake of her own old mother out West!" "Just as you please," said Mr. Jones, "But when you've been on the road as long as I have, you'll find that this sort of thing doesn't answer." "I hope I shall never be on the road too long to forget my Christian charity," I answered, a little nettled. And I took out my worn pocket-hook and handed over the money. We did not stop at Stunpville Station after all, but put on more steam and ran as fast as it was safe to drive our engine -and when, a little past midnight, we reached Swampscott, where we were due at 7:30, Pierre Rene, the Frenchman, caie on board to relieve me, and I help ed my old lady off the train, flat basket, traveling bag and all. "AIm I to be put off after all?" said she. with a scared look around her. "Cheer up, ma'am," said I, "You are all right. Now, then-look out for the step! Here we are." "At Swampscott, ma'am," said I. "And you are the kind man who paid my fare?" said she. "But my daughter and her husband will repay you when-" "All right, ma'am," said I. "And now, if you'll just take my arm, we'll be home in a quarter of an hour." 'But," said she, "why can't I go di rectly to my destination?" "It's middling late, ma'amn," said I. "And houses -don't stand shoulder to shoulder in Swampscott. My nearest neighbor is a mile and a-half away. But never fear, ma'am, I've a wife that will be glad to bid you welcome for the sake of her own mother." She murmured a few wvords of thanks, but she wyas old1 and weary, and the p~athi was rough and uneven, in the very teeth of the keen November blast-and walk ing wasn't an easy task. And presently, we camne to the little cottageon the edge of the Swamnpscott woods, where the light glowed warmly through the Turkey red curtainis. "Ohl, Mark, dearest, how late you are?" cried Kate, making baste to open thme door. "'Come in, quick, out of the wind. Suipper is all readly, and-but whoi( is that with you?" In a hurried whlisper I tohl her all. "'Did I do right, 'Katie,?" said I. "'Right! Of cure yeu dlid,'' sid she., ''Ask her to come in at oncee. And I'll p~ut another Cupi and saucer on the tab~le." Teniderly I assistedl thme chilled and weary 01(1 lady across the threshold. ''Here's my wife," said I. ''And here's a cup of smoking hot coffee and some oif Katie's own biscuits and chicken p~ie! You'll lbe all right when the cold is out of your joints a hit!" ''You are very, very welcome," said Kate, brightly, as she adlvaniced to untie our visitor's veil and loosen thme folds of her cloak. But, all of a sudden, I heard a ery, "'Mother, oh, mother!" And looking around1, I saw K(ate and1 the o1(1 lady clasped in each other's arms. "Hold on, Kate!" said I, with the coffee-pot still in my hand, as I had b~een lifting it from the tire. "T[his is never-" "But it is, Mark!" cried out Kate, - breathlessly. "It's mother; my own mother! Oh, helpl me, dearest, quickly; she has fainted away!" But she wvas all right again, presently, sitting by the lire w~lth her feet on one of the warm cushions, Whih Kate had knit on wooden needles, and drinking hot coffee. It was all true. The unfortunate passe'nger~ whose piocket had been picked on the train, and to whose rescue I had COmoi, was no other than my Kate's own mother, who had dletermninedl to risk the perils of a journey to the far WVest to see her child on1ce again. And she has beeni with us ever since, the dlearest 01ld miotheru-ini-lawv that ever a inmanu had, the eomnfort of our househojd, and the guardian angel of little Kate and the baby, when I am away on my long trips. And little Kate declares now that she is "perfectly happy!" God1 bless her Imay she never be othmerwiso, The White Stripe. A rough-looking man? Yes, perhaps I ai. We ain't all responsible for our out side husk, no more than a horse-chestnut or a hazel nut is. The kind of life I lead can't be lived in white kid gloves and dress coats. I wasn't brought up with many ad. antages, and I'm only a brakeman on the Rensselaer & Saratoga Line. Old Jones was telling you about me, was he, sir? He'd better hold his tongue. There's more profltable subjects of conversation than 1 am. But Old Jones means well enough, and if he told you to ask me how that stripe of white hair camne on my black inane, I ain't the man to go back on him. Oh, you needn't beg my pardon, sirl I don't mind talking about it now, though the time was when I couldn't speak of it without a big lump coming in my throat. We hadn't been married long, Polly and me, when It happened. Polly was as trim and bright-eyed a slip of a girl as ever you'd wish to see. She was one of the waitresses in the Albany lunch room; and the first I ever set eyes upon her I made up my mind to mnake that girl my wife. 8o, when they raised my wages, I took heart and asked her if site would have them with me, with a wedding ring thrown in the bargain. "Do you really mean it, Jake?" said she, looking me fully in the face, with those dark blue eyes of hers, that are like skies in the night. "I do really mean it, Polly," said I. "Then," said sheputting both her hands into mine, "I'll trust you, I've no living relative to advise me, so I can only take council with my heart." So we were married. I rented a little one-story house, under the hill on the height that overlooked the Hudson-a co zy place, with a good-sized wood-pile at the rear, for winter meant winter in those parts and the snow used to be drifted up even with our door yard fence many and many a cold grey morning. And every thing went smooth until Polly began to object to my mates at the White Black bird, and the Saturday evenings I spent with the boys, after my train was safely run on the side track at the junction. "Why, Polly, girl," said I, where's the harm? A man can't live by hniself, like an oyster in its shell, and a social glass never yet harmed any one." "No," said Polly, "not a social glass, Jake, but the habit. And if you would only put every five cent piece that you spent for liquor into our little Bertie's tiny savings banik-' "Pahawl" said 1. "I'm not a drunk ard, and I nevei mean to become one. And no one likes to be preached to by his wife, Polly. Remember that, my girl, and you'll save yourself a deal of trouble." I kissed her and went away. But that was the beginning of the little, grave shad ows. that grew on my Polly's face, like a creeping fog over the hills, and that she has never got rid of since. It was a. sore point between us-whAt the politicians call a vexed question. I felt that Pohy was always watching me; tM 1s dl6V oWl.' 1"&2 yfiye 'th'y it-I went to the White Blackbird oftener than ever, and I didn't often count the glasses of beer that I drank, and once or twice, of a particularly cold night, I let myself be persuaded into drinking sonie thing stronger than beer; and my brain wasn't the kind that could etand liquid fir.s with impunity. And Polly cried, and i lost my temper, and-well, I don't like -to think of all these ihings now. Thank goodness they are over and gone. That. afternoon as I stood on the back platform of my car, with my arms folded and my eyes fixed on the snowy waste of fliat fields through which the iron track seemed to extend itself like an endless black serpent, I looked my own life in the face. I made up my mind that I had been behaving like a brute. "What are those senseless fellows at, the White Blackbird to me," mutteredi I, "aIs compared with one of Polly's sweet, bright, looks? I will give the whole thing up. I'll draw thle line just here now' We shall be off duty early to-night. I'll go home and astonish Poll" B~ut, as night fell, the blinding drift of a great snow storm came with it. We were belated by the snow which collected on the raIls, and when we reached Earldahe thlere was a little girl, wvho had been sent on in the care of the conductor, who must wait eithber three or four ho-irs for a way train in the cold and cheerless station, or be0 taken home across a snowy field by somne one who knew the way. I thought of mny ownl little chiireni. "I'll take her," said I-and lifting her up), 1 gathered my coarse, warmi coat about her, and1( I startedl for the Ions, cold walk uinder the whispering pines along the edge of the river. I hionestly believe she would havd frozen to (lenth if she had been left In the cold1 stattion until the way train cotild c~all for her. And when I had left her safe inl charge of her aunt, I saw by thme old1 kitch ena time-piece that it was tell o'clock. "Polly will think I have slhpped back into time Slough of Despond," I said to imy self, with hatlf smile; "but I'll give her an agreeable sui ptiisel'' Pioughing down amid the snow drift through a grove of pine trees that edged a ravine at the back of my house, I sprang lightly on the door-step; the door was shut and locked. I weit, aroundl to the front. there I effected and entrance, nt the tire was dyhig on the hearth and little Ber-I e, tucked up in his crib called out. ''Papa, is that yot" 'Whorj is mamma, my soul" I asked looking eagerly arotind at the desolate teem. "Gjone out with the baby in her arms to look for you;" he said. "Didn'L, yon meet her, papa?" I stood a minute in silence. "iei still, lBertie," said I, in a voIce that, sounded strange antd husky even to myself. And I thouaght with dismaiy, of the blindIng snowstorm outside, the treacher ous gorges which lay between there aind the White Blackbird, the trackless woods. through which it was dhiflihcult enough to flnd onie's way even in the sunshina3 of noonday, and-~-worst of all-thme lonely track, across whichh an "express" shot like a meteor a few minutes before mlidnhiIlt. Oh, heaveni what p~ossible doom might 1 not, have brought upon myself by the wretched passIon in wich I- hadt gone away that morning! The town clock, sounding dinm and mnuf fled through the storm, struck cleven as I hurried dIown thme hill. Eheven---and who knew what a length of time might elapse before I could find her? And like a fiery phautasnagoria before y inud's eye, I beheld the wild iush che midnight ox press, and dreaded-I iew not what. For all that I could re e was, that the, storm was trowing fieb with every ino mont, and Polly and the iby were out in Its fury. As steadily as I could, worked my way down toward the trac but mnore than once I became bewilderi and had to btop and reflect before I coul esuie my queit. And at length when I c o out close to a ,ruined wood and water tion on the edge of tlhe track, I knew t I was full half a nile below the Whit liackbird. And in the distan heard the long, shrill shriek of the nml lit train. Some one else had rd It, too, for as I stood thus, I saw, fa visible through the blinding snow, a s dowy figure issue from the ruined shed d come out upon the track, looking wit bewildered, un certain air, up and u-the form of Polly, my wife, with he little baby in her arnls! I hurried down to h as fast as the rap idly increasing snow Ifts would let her but it was only just tiie to drag her from the place of peri nd stand, breath lessly holding her ha , while the fiery, eyed monster of stea. swept by with a rush and a rattle tha neatly took away my treath. "Pollyl,' I cried. ' o lyl speak to mel" She t:rned ter wa lering gaze toward me, with her vague eyes that seemed scarcely to recognize 1. "Have you seen ml iusbanil?', said she; "one Jacob Cotterel, brakeman on the local express?" "Pollyl little wom I don't you know mc?" I gasped. "And I thought, prhaps," she added, vacantly, "you jnight save met him. It's very cold here, and- d-' And then siu fainte' I: my arms. The long, long bral .t-ver that follow ad was a sort of death, There -was a time when they told me shel ould never know mne again, but, thank Gol, she did. She recovered at last. And since that night I never had tasted a dnp of liquor, and, please heaven, I never will again. The baby, bless its dear UItle heart, wasn't harmed at all. It lay inug and warni on its mother'p breast. iLL if I hadn't hap pened to be close by tlmn at that Instant, Lhe night express would have ground them into powder. And the white stripe came Into my hair tipon the Iht of that fearful snow storm. rhat's how it liappenec, sir. Not ;y Faun11. "No, I am1 not one of the ol veterana tf the war," he slowly replied to the in tpuiry, "but it is not iy fault. I wanted to be there, but something always held nue back." "That was too bad." "Yes, it was. When the war broke )mt I offered to go, but I was in jail on i six months sentence and they wouldn't ake mc. I was innocent, of Eier ad to refuse ine. Lands I but how I lid ache to get down at the front an] 6vade in gore I" 'And when you got out of jail ?" "Yes, I got out, blit just then Iy nother died. I was on my way to enlist when she d'ed,and of course that altered mly plans. No one knows hiow badly I wanted to be down there and wad round in blood and glory." "Well, you didn't have to mourn al] through the war did you ?" "Oh, no. Bless your soul, but I only mourned for thirty days, and thOen started out to eilist in the artillery. ] was just aout. to write down my naim wh'Jen a conistabille arrested me for breacl of promise, and it wan four months lhe. fore I got through with the suit. Ah sir, but if you only knew liow I sufferei at beiing held back when other'is we-ri winning glory on the field of earnagt you would pmity mae !" ''Biut the suit was finally dlecided( ?" "'Yes, finally, aiid within an hour afte1 the jury brought in a verdict I startet for Toledo to enlhist in the cavalry." And you enlinted ?"' Almost. 1 ws being examined by th<i (hoctor wuheni I got a dispatch that th< old man had tumbled inito the wvell, anm of course I had to go home. I hiad to g< home. I hadn't got the und~ertaker pait before lighiting struck the barn. Th'lex somle one0 set fire to the cheese factory and nmoon after that I had three rib brokeni and~ waIs laiid upl for ai year. Whe(t I finially did( get~ aroundt to) enlist thi dloctor rejectedl mie because I wvas color lhind(, near-sighted, lame andl deaf.1 tell you, sir, when I think of the glora lost and the gore 1 didln't shed it break: mec right (down anid I don't oven care foi sodat watter. Ihear the band ! Hee th< old vets and the exprinoniers I Ilang m~a hat, but why wasn't T born with legs long~ eniouiglito kick miyself over iinto Canattdat' A naiui~-Henclect ifeathien. Th~ley wore walkinig on the avenue i D~etroit, the other eveninig when it was n< very watrm, arrayed iti their sumnme; ((hothes. In thie dlistance shone the ligh of an ice cream salooin, merriy inside with the jiniglo of 51poona and( dishes.. '"Oh ! Augustus, it is so warm." "SHo it is, puet." "DJon't you thintk, dlear, that we coub flind a cooler laceW than on themm atreet ?"' "'Perhiaps we'd better go in the parn and1( get a drinkil of water. "i "'Id screami~ fir'st." ''Why wouild y'ou scream, love ?" "'Oh ! hecaune-ecauise, oh I look .0us, there's an ice cream saloon." "'I read, Angelique, darling, in th paper,that. ice. cream onitainied the germ of smallspox. Th'lat's the reason I didn' ask you to have some. Let's go and ge some sod(a water." WVhen Angeliqjue got home she scr-ean ed to ma that she'd "never go out wit that stingy, old, bald-headed heathe agnin." fJohnson's Boy. Joinson wai a boy. There is nothing peculiarly startling in this assertion, but there is soniething peculiarly startling in that boy. His iame is George and every time George makes a move the whole town gets upi and Whoops itself and goes out oin i target excursion after George. George has shaved more cats with his father's clipping miachine, has broken more windows, knows more about water melon patclies, catches more malted fsli, sends more strangers on imaginary er rands, and abounds iml more pure eus medness- thli aly urchin of his size, weight, age, length of feet inl all Closter. When the neighbors look at their bro ken window or himt around for things that George's mischievous propensities have induced him to hide, they feel like 'hiding' him, and remaxek 'that Johnson must have been devilesh fond of children to raise that boy.' Johnson isn't the only man that raised that boy. le has bon raised by nearly every citizen from the Hlackensack to the Hudson. Tihe other day it poor ol deeirpit native drove into town. He drove at crowhait horse, and it wagon as old and stale as last year's pie. The native drew up in front of the hotel,let himself down out of the wagon, and went in to get a a 'drap iv apple jack.' le had just loaded the glass ip t.(o the French roof when tho train came along. Wheni the whistle shrieked the horse summoned all its latent strength, and b Iy il almiiost, superhiuman effort, pricked nyi) its ears. Then it started of. The native dropped the ontents of the glass--down his throat, and startied after the ainimal. The horse was about one hundred yards ahead when he passtd Johnson's stable. George took in flhe situation at a glance. He ruhied oit, yelled 'whoa,' started after the animid, changed his mind, turned around and caught the old11 man. 'Lemme go,' yelled the native, 'I want, to ketch that horse.' George said, 'Oh,' let the man go, and started after the horse again. Then he again changed his mind,eamie back and caught the citizel again, re. marking : "By Jimmy, I CIni't stand idle an' see this thing going on. I mllust ketch sum think, I'll hold yoll,' and he did. At the jinetiom is a drug store. The horse didn't know which road to take, and choosing a hi appy medimni welit Johnson says that the boy innst save up and pay for damages. We think he will, for -esiaw him playing pxool receil - ly, and every time lie won a game he said : 'There's another rounld saved.' Land Without. an Owiner. Out in Butler county, Pa., two miles from Bakerstown, lies seventy acires of land for which no owner can he fouind. Forty-five years ago, in 1836, Richard Gibson and his wife bought the land aUd there they lived until death claimed theme. Those days, from all accounts were not days of peace and happiness. Of worldly goods they had enomgh anid to sparei(, bmt buoth were oif a tacit un from the world they livedl anid quarrl'ted until 1870, wh'len Richard. Gibmsonm laid down'm the burden andt paissed( acrioss thue dark iver('. After his death Mr's Glibsonu shut herself upt morI'Qehloely tlhanx ever. Alone in the farmi-houise she mniaged to exist until the peop)lhe ini the vicinity camne to loo0k upon01 it ats the mo1st. naituiral thing in the world. Finally, a timi canme in March, 1880t, when she wias miissedl. No one had seen her for se've'ratl (days and the house was forced. Lyinig on the floor they f'ouund Mrs. Gibson suffering from a uit. She nuever rallied, but died ini two days. The Gib~sonls had no children, no known relative, no friends. The in-'ophe who head closed Mrs. Gilbs1on' yes in de(athI searched theo house. Albouit hecr clothing and in various nooiks aend crevices $758 wer'e found, but 110 l1papers which would reveal who she anid her hushbuad were. The imney was turn'ied into the Buitler coun~ty courlts, and two'( mieni namied Shuepard and Fer'gus*on were appouinted admiinistrators. Naturally eachl wenit to his attorney for instruction, and( each attorntey immdialte(ly~ notified .te At tor ney G.ene'ral of the State that anl e'stafe without heirs was lying in Butler coultify. A search was inst ituted1 to discover the past history of the deceased. Tt was foundl that ini 1826 lie had1( ownied a sad dler'y shop in Leeds, England, befoire he camne to the United States. In 1840 a brother had lived with huimu in Bumtlei couinty, got inI debt to the anmount o1 three hndred pounds sterling, and left. going dowin th'e river, fro m which tim< inothing hats beeii heard oif him. Abou the same time Gibson had a brother-in law, named Gill, in that city, lie was eingaged in the livery business, the firm'i iname being Gill & Whtitehey, but ii trace can lhe found (of either oif the par't * ners. So the case stands. The propert:~ 1 is worth $100 an aere, andl if at the emi t (of seveni year's no heirs come forward,i Sgoes to the State. Oneflitth of its valu will be the rewvard of the personm wh tfirst informed the Attorney General tha. h the property had no claimant, andi~ thi n quesionl is which of the. lawvyers got hx work in first., The Prelistoric Aterlean. The high blui's and banks of the Mis iissippi River near Chicago are dotted xith Indian mounds, and large numbers >f theso wonderful sepulchres of the pre istoric age have been thoroughly ex lored, yet nothing has been discovered by which the cientist (an, with any legree of certainty, arrive at the date of their erection or the history of the mys teriou people who engaged inl their itructuro. These mouinds are synune trically built, md range from three to six feet in height and from eight to six toon feet in breadth at the baise. Your correspondent has assisted inl exploring a dozen or more moumids in this neigh borhood, aid in almost every instance a pit, parallelogram in shape, hias been found, dug evidently about two and a half feet below the original surface of the ground, about six feet long, and four feet wide, with the bottom and Hides of hard baked elay. These pits are filled with human hoies, represeiting al ages, buried in most cases inl a sitt.ing posture against the sides with legs ox tending to the centre. Over these Hbones are found layers of anhydrous earth of dark color, hard from prosilure, but which easily eri minihiled into titne powder. Above this is i stratum of hard baked clay or e(.'ment, on tle top of which is foun1dI a layer of ashe1s mingled with hurnt shells and boies. In several in stantes the first. thing struck after re muiOving the earth from the tops of the mon011ds were flat )ieCes of linmcstoie joiled together as tightly Its though litted by nature. In tonet nitund ul et'hIetd on Iwhat is ealled the PortIge, ak short distance west of Chicago, were found holes indicating a race of gigai tie stature. One immenise skull wis se ctured which measured fifteen inchies from the ottipital to the froniital honte. The largest moud in the Portage groui which was explored wa found to ht literally tilled with bones, ani sixteeti skulls, all in a good statt of Ir'tservi.a tion, wtere removed from the mess. It every one was a deep indeintationi on th< left. side, a little above and behind thtl orifice of the ear, as tholiugh cruishei'd it with a blunt instrument.. Relies wer found inl the shape of copper bodkins ehisels anid wedges, all fiinely wrought axtes, arrows aid spetr heads, made of I spec'ies of flint not fouid inl this iegioii a sinigular antd 1inely fhished peai-shape< implement of stone, probably usel fo skinning aninals ; great numbers of thi large teeth of some carnivorous aliinmal . ..,.1 f ho- M.h hear : in soie, in stance., large pearls, sone of exquisit lustre, perforated to be strng, aiid piece Of pottery abouit. twelve inchles il hiight., urii shpedimml, rou1nd tont tie Ibtttoi anld ornmlenited. OnI top of onle of the most. romnanti blhffs inl the Up1ihtr Misigsiippi onitri ithout ight. miles fron Chicago, over looking what is called the Sanid Prairic are lit) etss than 100 pirehistorie mionund unliform11 inl sizeV, ma141l ranged inl rows U from e.igit to ten. They aro locate near lith' e1ge of' the biluifi aid one larg m1ouni1d stamits( like It set.iIinIl on tihe vter poiit. of the einieniee. Behind fhiu and abtloit 1 4 twenity feet. away is a dle] dhitc'hi, restemlding sometwhmat the westter sink hlte, yef t'tlcoopedt (lit., midoubiiltedly b y theit sain( iiysfter'ions1 haiids wiel rearied111i lile mounds adjatceint. Ytiiou io retsponden~t'it ats~sistetd ini oipening ai ha dozein tif the(se motunuds, which contfainei ntthing bunt flat stones, with bonmes un1 deriieathi. In the township tif West, (alena, 0o the Nie'kol far'm, are to lie foiundl lint's ftirtifi catioins, buiilt ev itdently ftor pin thme brow (If a high elevatitn, skir'tin; the niorth sitde (If it compi~letely. Bhin tteste enim kinenits or fort'itieins is finte level country. A short distanice I theu retar andit at thle imiiddle tif the otiit lint' of' the works is a imouniid in thi shapthe of a htuse, and at thme iiorthiwei exti'tmnity tof the samte line, anid about ai eq(ual tdistanue beheimi it, is anotit imtund ini the shiape of a reptile. Th'Ie for't.ifientions1 are abuitit 2 fteeti height, about 8 feet wiole at the base and fully 30 feet long. One or two< thieim have b ieen thoronghly explore< lhut inotling hits beenm ftiund, not evt bones. Eight. TI'imes'i Ther' Weighmt ini (otl. TIhie cut-flowver biusiness,another phan tof hitrt iculture, is pier'hiaps greater m ti Uinit.ed Statcs thnm ini any othier part< the woi'ld. Ce'rtainly the use of C1 flowt'rs ini New York ftor beotupets, ha kt'ts, and othier designs, is fari great thiti ini eitheitr L~ondton or Par'is, and tl taste slitowin in thmeir ar'rngement here vastly supiorit. It iS t'stimated thm three imillioni of dollars were paidl for el tlowt'rs ini New Ytirk in 188t0, one-the ofC which was ftor rose( hluds. Iimini glaiss struciture's are'O eretedt ini tilet Sil urbhs for thit spieciail purp'lose oIf growim cit flowers tto suppl~iy thme hoineu niker's oif the city. Not le'ss than tweo tv ner'es oif glaiss 'surface i s devoted1 ti Im t purpose tif forcing i'os's alone, di ing the wiinterl mon~iths. At 5some( se 50ons thet pi'ices pamid ftii thes'e forcetd i't b huds are perfectly astoutinig. Om girower, of Matdiston, N. J., took i New York three hiinidred biutds of ti cr(1'imsoni rotse known as " (Oeneral Jma qumintiiiot," for which lhe ri'(('ve at wholesale, three hiundri dotllars, andt whichi, iio doubtht, were' r' I tailedt at a dollar anti fifty cents to to t dollars each. A flower dealer in Fon a teenth street, a few days biefore Chi' nmts, receiveod the only four (of this aan tvmariety of rose that were offeredo in tI city, anid found a customer for them ' sixty dollars, or fifteen dollars apiece, t i mes the valte of their wecight i Suffering for Sin. A correspondent writing from Los Vegas, New Mexico, relates some of the remarkable doings of the religious do votees in that part of the world, where a class of Penitents, whose order originat ed in Europe in a former century, still las representatives. These people seek to Imiake atonement for sin by inflicting upon themselves severe corporal punish ient. Tie following are examples of their peculiar performances: On a mesat or tableland to the west of the city, I, with a number of Americans, went early this morning to see the last '"seance" of the Lenten siason. A ium ber of stalwart Mexicans were stripped to the waist, sonic wearing nothing more than albreecheloth, while others wore nothing but coarse merino drawers. These great hulks of superannuated manhood were each provided with thont s or cudgels. With all their strength .n their athletic limbs they lashed their backs with their instruments of torture until streams of blood trickled down their backs and stained the only garment they wore. Whack! whack! wthiack! fell the blows, and the knowing on1es tell us that for six weeks just such an ordeal had to be passed through every day. While standing on the outskirts of the arena in which the inu were playing tag with theiselves (we could not ap proach nearer than a stone's throw on aIccouttt of Vol1ntary Mexican guards probubly friemids of the religious contor tioIists) we heard at tumult and our at tention Wis directed to ia jical, or rude stockade-house, antid we saw a sight sel doim witnessed even in this God forsaken ieck of the woods. Half ia dozent stout mena were dragging a wonmat by the heels aeross the stony, stubbled prairie, She was almost, if not entirely nudeand as sh wits being dragged along she ut tered thel moi ust sorrowful lamentations iiiginble. Hecr iniumman escorts hauled her over the rough ground for a distance of two or three squiares to a place where it heavy cross, roughly hown aid prlimi tively joined, was lying. Here they i hleised her. Without, a protest she help ed to raise the heavy burden to her back I an1id, fairly tottering under the load,made ter way back to the house whence she had coei, her mtiale companions follow ilig alongside to see that the task was imposed to its 'fullest extent. Two or three times I thought she would surely ftall aid be crnshed under the heavy %weight, but she trudged bravely on and passed into the narrow portal of the jical. The wile, spreading arnims of the cross impeded its going further, and the frail penitent who had carried it fell upon the iloor more dead and alive. I asked what 1 had been the offe'nse for such a laborious coifessional, and was told that she liad I been too protligate in her conduct to r ward miei, and this was to expiate the traiisgression. It was indeed a monial ai cadistlienie. Before we had left the strange scenes, - I saw several females, dressed in a man South Sea Islands, walking on their ox poIed knees 1 and down A stony hill side. Their limbs were bleeding pro 11 fusely, and the ground over which they passed waS streaked with blood. Sick e 0ned at the sight of the barbarous puni tionis, we were glad enough to leave the spot mid setik more cheerful scenes. - I remember two years ago being at , 'hilili, Col., w Ier a very extraordinary , penitential performance was gono f through with. A native had conitted it prodigious error and alsked to ho put through it good trouncing, something IIoi'e severe thiam he himself could in flict. He was accordingly sewed up in , a long gunny sack, to the foot of which W[l I stronig lariot. When all wa s in reatdiniess aL brionicho was brought forlh anid tlie lariiot fastened~to the hon of the saddle. While in this helpless anditt htorrifyinmg 'oniditioni thme horses was - driveni around a cirele. This punish iimint, wais atpparently not suflcient, so Sabouat twenity mien atrmed with clubs fol lewedi the horses and boat the fanatic in Side the baig until he wvas speechless. When released, his tormentors gave aniiothmer clubi exercise, anid the result was the imn wanldered off on the plainis --amid diedl. In Mora county, a year ago, gIa penitent was actually nailed to the cross after lhe had carried it so far that his strenigthi gave out. 0 tlIo-Iintces and1 Itoligion. S Job~stown, New Jersey, probably 0namied after the only prophoetof a bilious t nature spiokeni of ini the Scriptures, was n until aL few years ago, an obscure village at few miles outside of Mount Holly, Burlington County, New Jersey. "'Up Sthe road a piece" fromt theO cross-roads str fjolly Sam Weatherall is the mag niificenit stock-breeding farm of Pierro 1Lorillard, covering upward of throe Sthtoutsand acres. L~ocatedl there is a flue old1 mansion, surrounded by splendid stables, barntis, residences, outhiouses, Swinid-mills, aln artificial lake,flsh-houses, andl a hundred other objects of interest Sstretching inito tihe disttance, found only L on ai stock breeding farm of such pro -portiomns. Tihiere were lively times at the farm last Wednuesdaiy wtheni the neOws was rflashed by cable from England to that oremot l)No'( in~ .Jersey that Iroquois had won th D~erby, for it is where thme spleni at'i. aia had lived sinice a yearling. The oys oln the Iplace semnt downt to -( Weatherall's store for flags and brooms andI these emb lemus were quickly trans Sferred to the houses and stables of the pghlace, making it hook like a gala (lay. ''"We will get a mnew E~piscopahianm Church no0w," said omne of the old citizens to of Jobstownm to the writetr. S "Why, how is that?" iniquired thme l istenmer. " Well, Mr. Lorillard said if lie womn the Dery hue wudput up achurch for us, amid lhe always keeps htis wordl." i"W~ell, then, it's a big victory for the ' cause of religion its well as for Americani horse-flesh." "'Oh, yes; but then Mr. Lorillard is ~ liberal in those matters antyhtow, and gives to alhl denominationns." te A NJOiIBY young traveler im TeXan wont mo Into a store and asked the proprIetor if he rtt had black kids, I'ho young minan doesn't ~ r see why the storekeeper came over the Li counter and broke up all the furniture wIth him,