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- * -- - - -- - -~e -er -- - x - - 4z- - -k INwBERRY, s. C .r TsITJ'isR185 XX" SD t 9/ ce.7az'ec(o . [The HEALD AND NEWS is now i Oicial organ of the town.) Officers Newberry County. Senator: J. A. SLIGH. Representatives: SA3PSO_ POPE, 0. L. SCHUMPERT, W. D. HARDY. Sheriff: W . W. ISEE. Clerk of the Court: JAS. Y. MCFALL. Probate Judge: SJ. B. FET.. School Commissioner: G. G."SALE. County Commissioners: V. C. LoNGSHORE,JOHN A. CROIER, A. J. LI' INGSTON. Clerk Board County Commissioners: ,. K. P. GOGGANS Coroner: OHN N. BASS. Etaster: SILAS JOHESTONE. Auditor: W. W. BOUSEALL. Treasurer: A. H. WHEELER. Trial Justices: JOHN S. FAIR, H H. BLEASE, J. S. REID, It. S. D -YIDSON, J. B. O'N. HOLLOWAY, W. G. PETER SON, JAS. H. IRBY, J. B. CAMPBELL, W. W. WALLACE, CHAS. P. DICKEET, JOHN L. EFFS, I. B. HAIR. City Officers. Mayor: J. M. JOSTONE. Aldermen. Ward 1 -B. It. CIJE.- Ward t.-O.B.3IAYER,J Ward .--C. A.BOWXAN- Ward4.-J.K. GILDE> C &T. T. C. N. JOHN S. FAIE. Chief of Police:. OHN U. 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SjThis will certify that two members of my immediate' forly after having suffered fo I many yer rmmenstrual irregularity, and having been treated without benefit by va * rious mediscal docrs, were at one bottle of Dr. J. Brad.field's a Female Regulator. Its effect in such eases is truly wonder N ful, and well may the remedy becalled "Woman's . Best Send for our book on the "Health and Happiness o Woman." Mailed free. BRADFIELD REGULATOR Co. A tlanta. Ga.! send for Treatise on the Health and Happi ness ofWoman, mailed free. BRADFIELD RtEGULAToRC Co., Box 2$. Atl *anta, Ga. Sep. 25-i1t. * THE MAN AND THE MONKEY, Once upon a time a man and a mnonke; chanced to meet on the highway. "Hello, my long-railed friend,," asked tli man, "whither art thon going?" "Bound for de city," replied the monkey. "Glad to bear it," replied the man. "I am going there, too, and we will travel t gether and ne of mutual benefit in case of dan The monkey grinned a sent, and bothi wend Sed their way. "What ails you ?" asked the man; "I seeyo are a sufferer, and ecan scarceiy get along." "Oh you see," replied the monkey, "m: mudder, she had what you call scrofula, ver: much scrofula, my farder, he had heap sore: some big little sores, long time. They bo: took much medicine, and when they a ed t: sores was all they left mec." "Yes, yes," replied the man. "I see how is. Your mother inherited her disease, scrofu: Ia, and your father caught it on the wina, an you inherited or was born with both complhiinrt: Why pine away and die when you can be em ed." "I been done used over sixty bottles on drug store medicine, and it no good. Mone: all gone and sore here vet. Somne doetor charge heap mon'ey, but no goo-dL" "But my friend." said the man, "you ga * hold of the wrong medicine. Go to the dru; st re and get one bottle of B. B. B.. and befor using all of it you will feel better. It is a quic cure. I; will cure all sorts of sores, Scrofusla Blood Poison caught on the wing. Itching lia mor', Catarrh, Blood and Skin di,cases ani Kidney Troubie'.." "Il be so thankful for vour kindness, and wil go get B. B. B to-day," replied the monkey - t The vemoned shaft hurled at the scrofulon girl-the pitiless cries of that pale and tende inf:mt writhing anid moaning with hereditar; blood taint-the groans of that stout man cot3 Suned with running, foul ulcer-the wailing ~of that wife prostrated mith the pangs of rhet uiarism-the excruciating z.gonics of tho.s suffering from chronic kidney troubles, tha sleepless nights of those cuildren terrified witi that itching humor of the skin-the wild ani weird appearance of tho-ceufortunate victim to all forms of syphilis-thes.e and all othe similar diseases indica:e arn impure conditio of the blood, and all of which can be cured an incredibly short time by the use of B. B B - be concentrated blood purifier of the dayr. Sol in Newberrv, S. C., by DRi. S. F. FAN1 Oct. 16 S8112. ~~week at home. $5 00 outIlt free Pa ~~absolutely sure. No risk. Capital nC 4))required. Reader, if you want bus ness at which persons of either se: young or old, can make great pay all th tme they work, with absolute certaint: write for culars to H. Hallett & C< e.s Nov 90-17. cc) e BUT DON'T YOU TELL. EBEN E. REXFORD. Dear Mrs. Jones, I'm glad you called I hoped you'd come to-day. Now have you heard what awful thil They tell of Elder Gray? You haven't ? Why, I heard last nig That some one heard in towi, He went to see the Black Crook show Along with Deacon Brown. But don't you tell-I'm sure you won Perhap= it isn't so ; -But, really, that is what they say I don't pretend to know. Now, Mrs. Jones, do you suppose " That Mr. Smith will cheat? I'm told by those who ought to know He swindles on his meat. Two ounces short a pound, they say, And just the same on tea, And he a member in the church, Along with you and me! But don't you tell-I'm sure you won Perhaps it isn't so; But, really, that is what they say I don't pretend to know. They say that Thompson and his wife Just quarrel night and day. He's jealous..We'llperhaps there'scau That's not for me to say. The way that woman puts on airs New hat and diamond ring, And gad, gad, gadding all the time, - With beaux upon her string But-don't yot tell-I'm sure youzwon Perhaps it isn't so; But, really, that is what4hey say I don't pretend to know. They say that Mrs. Johnson'sgot A new silk dress, and she Don't pay her washing bill, I'm told It tame quite straight to me. It's hinted that her husband drinks And gambles on the sly ; But then folks gossip so,~ you know, But thank my stars, not I! Now don't you tell-I'm sure you won These things may not be so; But, really, that is what they say I don't pretend~ to know. ,t #. "COME ASHORE BY BOBERT BUVHANAN. CHAPTER L DRST GIDSE OF THE CAB&V&N. 0 '~ Wake up, or Ill break eery bone in y The afternon was still very warm, bi gray mist, drifting from the Irish chamn and '%? eas'v-crdoverthelow-lyinlgIsla of Anglese~a, w.as beg-inning to scatter atl penetrating drimzle on the driver of the ca van. To right and left of the highway stretc1 a bleak and bare prospect or marshianda mooranid, closed to the west by asky of ev deepennredness, and relieved here audth by black clumps~ of stunted woodland. B an'd there peepecd a solitary farmhouse, w outlying fields of s'w"'mpy greenness, wb lean and spectral cattle were lugubrnot gr::ng and ever and anon came a gli of somnpely lake or tan, fringed allaroi with thiek sedges, and dottedl with wat liles. The road was as desolate as the p: pct, with not a living soul upon it, far the eye could see. To all this, however, drivcr of the caravan paid little attenti owing to the simple fact that he wasf asleep. Ho wsroused bya sudden j3oltng l swayng of the clmsy vehicle, combined w a sound of spia-:hing water; and, opening eyes sl"epily, 'neperceived that thegrayin had turned aside from the centre of the ro and, ha'ving l-cidl1y entered a stagnant p< on the road-side, was fioundering and strug Iing in the miud thereof, with the caravanro 4ing bhind her. At the samnefmomfenlt ah was thrust round the back part of thevei Iand an angry vcice exclaimed: "Tim, you scoundrel, where the devil Iyou driving to? Walroup orrP11break ev Ibone in your skin." Thus addrecssed, Tim woke himself with effort, and,1looking round withaninsinuat smile, replied: w Begorra, Master Charles, I thought it ' Ran earthquake entirely- Come out of t now! Is it wanting to drownd yourself,: are? G-r-r-ri Sh! Aisy now, aisy!" The latter portion of the above sente was addressed to the mare, which was at] Spersuaded to wade out of thaecool mud return to the dudty track, where she st< quivering and panting. N~o sooner was et-n to terra fir::a a,cccmplished tha light, agile figure descended the steps at back of the caravan, and ran round to front An excited colloquy, angry on one side and apologetic cm the other, ensn sand did not cense even when the driver, ia Sa flick of his whip, put the caravan again ~'motion, while the other strode alongside It was just such acarivanllasmY'be eany summer day forming part of the ca eon an Englsh common, with the swart f; Sof a gypsy woman3f Icoking out at thedc Iand half-a-io7P- ragged impsand elves:3 ling on th SN ,e"eath; as niybe '~servd, smothered in wickerwork of all script.or.s, or glittering pots or pans, mov Sfrom door to door in some sleepy eoun town, guided by a gloomy gentleman in velveteen coat and a hareskin cap, and tended by a brawny hussy, also::mothered wickerwork or pots and pans; as, furti more, may be descried forming part of processon of a traveling circus, and dra I'by a piebald horse which, whenever a g< I pitch" i' found, will complete its day's la] by performances in the ring-. A carava - the good old English kind; with smal1lv do-s om--niei b white mudlin curt with.a chimney atop for thp smoke to come through from the fire inside, with a door be. hind,-ornamented with a knocker, and only lacking adoor-plate to make it quite com plete; in short, a house on wheels. The driver, though rough enough, and red with the sun and wind, had nothing in com monwiththe ordinary driversof such vehicles and, in point of fact,he was neither a gypsy nor atraveling tinker, noracircusperformer. Thcugh it was summer time, he wore a large s freize coat, descending almost to his heels, and on hisheadawideawakehat-underneath which his lazy, bo_rdless, and somewhat ht, sheenish face shone with indolent good humor. His companion, Master Charles, as he was called, bore still less resemblance to the Bo he;ans of English lanes and woodlands. He was a slight, handsome, fair-haired young t! feliow, of two or three and twenty, in the tweed attire of an ordinary summer tourist; and every movement he made, every word he spoke, implied the "gentleman boin." Presently, at a signal from his master (such he was), Tim drew rein again. By this time the sun was setting fiery red, far away I to the west, and the thin drizzle was becom ing more persistent. "How far did they say it was to Pencroes?' "Ten miles, sor." "The mare is tired out, I think. We shall have to camp by the roadside." "All right, Master Charles. There's a handy shelter beyant there where you see the trees," Tim added, pointing up the road with t ! his whip. The young man looked in that direction, and saw, about a quarter of a mile away, that the highway entered a dark clump of woodland. He nodded assent and walked rapidly forward, while the caravan followed slowlyin his rear. Reaching the point where the wood began and entering the shadow of the trees, he soon found a spot well.fitted for his purpose. To the left -the road widened out into agassy patch of common, adorned with one or two bushes of stunted brown, and stretched out a dusty arm to toucha large white gate, which pned -on' a- gloomy, grassgrown avenue dingi ghtthrough theieart of thewood. The caravan, comeingslowly up, wassoon t I placed in a snug positidn not far from the gate, the hore was taken out and. suffered to graze, whilo Tiim,searching about, foghe some dry sticks and began to light a re. Diving into the caravan the young~man re emerge& with a camp-stool, on which-he sat down, lightedameerschaumpipeandbegante smoke. They could hear the rain faintly pat tering in the boughs above them, but the spo' they had chosen was quite shsltered and dry. The fire soon blazed up. Entering the car avan in his turn, Tim brought outatinkettle full of water, and placed it on the fre, pro paratory to making tea. He was thss en gaged when the sound of a horse's hoofs wee heard along the highway, and presently the figure of a horseman appeared, approach ing at a rapid trot. As it came near to the group on the wayside, the horse shied vio !ently. springing from one side of t.o road to the otl.er, so that its rider, a dark, middle aged man, in an old-fashioned clotk, was al most thrown from the saddle. Uttering a ferce oath, he recovered.himself, and reining in the frightened animal, looked angrily around; then, seeing the cause of the- mis chance, he- forced his horse, with no snal difficulty, to approach the figures by the fire. "Who are you?" he demanded, in harsh, peremptory tones.- "Whas are you doai_ The young man, pipe in mouth, looked up at him with a smile, but made no reply. "What are you? Vagrants? Do you know this place is private!" And he pointed with his riding -whip to a printed "Notice!" fixed close to the gate upon the stem of alarge fir tree. "I beg your pardon," said the young man, with the utmost sang froid; "we are, I imagine, on the queen's highway, and there, with your permission, we purpose to remain for the night" Struck by the superior manner of the speaker, the newcomer looked at him in some surprise, but with no abatement of his hanghty mnner. He then glanced at Tim, who was busy with the kettle, from Tim to the gray nmare, and from the gray mare to the house on wheels. *The scowl on his dark face deepened, and he turned his fierce eyes again on the young man. "Let me warn you that these grounds are private. I suffer no wandering vagabonds to pass that gate." "May I ask your name?" said the young man, inthe same cool tone and with the same quiet smile. "What ismy name toyoui" "Well, notnmach, cnlylshouldlilketo know the title of so very amiableapeSoY - The other condescendedl to no rily, but u? 'walked.his horse towardthegate. -"Here, fellow!" -he cried, addresin Tim. a "Open this gat formeV" tel, "Don't .stir!" said his master. ."Let our d amiable friend open the gate for himelif in, Withan angryeilmat!nn the rider leaped a- from his saddle, and, still holding the horse's reins, threw the gate wide open. Then, still ed lenaing his horse, he strode over toward the nd young man, who,1looking up, saw that he was er- nearly si:: feet high, and very powertully re built re "My name is Monk, of Monkshurst," ha ith said. "Tve agood mind to teach you to re re member it." nd .N . - le. / '"Mye name is Monk, of Monkshurst." "Dn't1j be afraid," was the reply. "Monk, or of Mfonkshurst? I shall be eertain not to for get it, Mr. Monk, of Mon'kshurst! Tim, is cEthe water boiling?" sFor amoment Mr. Monk, as hecalled him nd elf semedready to draw his riding whip' iOd across the young man's face, but, conquering himself, he surveyed him from head to foot awith savage anger. Nothing daunted, the young man returned his stare with something very liL-e supreme contempt. At last, mutter Sing- beneath his breath, Mr. Monk turned ,away, and, leading his horse into the avenue, Sclosed the gate and remounted; but even then~ m hed dd ot immed~iaey depart, but remained( -n fa some.minu eateginth scowl Thu'smfocupled,hiis face anzd flgure.set il ne the gloomy framework of theftrees, hebcooked a ven more forbidding than before. -His face, or -though naturally handsouge, was dark with ol tempestuous passions, his eyes deep-et and, >-fierce, his clean-shaven jaw square and de termined. For the rest, his black hair, which 28was thicklyzmixed with iron gray. fell almost ry toisshoulders, and his upper lip was cov a ered with an iron g.-ay mu~stache. atAt last, as if satisfied with his scrutiny, Mr.' m Monk turned hi horse round with a fierce er- jerk of the rein, and roda rapidly away in hethe oshadow of the w'ood. edCHA-YTERl II. >o iLEAES FROM A TOUNG GI:Tor AS'S JoUE of I Bfr etn othnL. smmr~l pilgrimage to nowhere, Ipromised a -certain friend of mine, in literary Bohenia,. to keep notes of my adventures, with a view to fu ture publication, illustrated by my own bril liant sketches. I fear the promise was a rash one-firstly, because I am constitution allylazyandaverse to literary exertion; and, secondly, because Ihave, as yet, met with no adventures worth writing about. Not that I have altogether lost my first enthusiasm for the idea. There would be novelty in the title, at any rate; 'Cruises in a Caravan,' by Charles Brinkley, with illustrations by the author; photographic frontispiece, the Cara van, with Tim as large as life, smirking self consciously in delight at having his pictur' taken. My friend B---has promised to find me a publisher, if I will only persevera Well, we shal see. If the book does not progress it will be entirely my own fault; for Ihave any amount of time on my hands. Paint as. hard as I may all day, Ihave al ways the long evenings; when I-mnst either write, read or do nothing. "So Iam beginning this evening, exactly a fortnight after my first start from Chester. I purchased the caravan there from a morose individual, with one eye, who had it built with a view to the exhibition of a Wild Man of Patagonia; but said Wild Man having taken it into his head to return to County Cork, where he was born, and the morose in dividalhavingno definiteideaof anoveltyto take his place, the caravan came into the market. Having. secured this traveling palace, duly furnished with window-hinds, apiece of carpet, a chair-bedstead, atable,-a stove, cooking utensils, not to speak of my own artistic paraphernalia, I sent over to Muirany, County Mayo, for my old servani Tim-naChalnig, or Tim o' the Ferry-other wise Tim Tinney; and with -his ance, when he arrived, I purchased a strong mare at Chester Fair. All these:p:inaes being settled, we started one fins morning soon after daybreak, duly bound"f.repoqs . tions along .the .nadmiedh wysand byways of NorthWales. = "I am pleased to say' that TliU, bei bedrcereth rstshock:oflairgap deifully. Soucit'suMJLetbeoaadc aat home,' he aveiredy trr he wbeelsgend; the winniwes ihs ntlietastbtr pul it along;' and . |hinethereemn a woimave been campetis1 eiress e had oly been two or three pgs totrot-ua: rily behind the back door. As formyself; took to the nomad life as naturally asifi had never in my life been ina civilized habl~ cation. To be able to go where one please to dawdle as one pleases, to stop and sleep where one pleased, was -certainly a new sen ation. My friends, observing my sluggish ways, had often compared me to that inter esting creature, the snail; now the resem blance was complete, for Iwas asnailiad, with my house comfortably fixed upon my shoulders, crawling tranquilly along. "Of course, the caravanhasits inconveni eaces. Inside, to quote the elegantsnmile of our progenitots,thereisscarcelyroomenough to swing a catin; and whenmy bed is made, snd.Tim's hammock is swung just inside the ioor, the place forms the tiniest of sleeping hambers. Then our cooking arrangementa are primitive, and, as Tim has no idea what ever in the culinary art, beyond being ableto boil potatoes in their skins and make very ioubtful 'stirabout,'there is a certain want mentioned, but which were, perhaps, hardly worth chronicling, the caravan has social rawbacks, more particularly embarrassing to a modestman like myself. Itis confusing, for example, on entering a town, or good sized village, to be surrounded by the entire uvenile population, whocheerusvociferously, under the impression that we constitute a 'show,' and afterward, on ascertaining their mistake, pursue us with opprobrious jeers; and it is distressing to remark thatour mode of life, insteadofinvitingoden,ocausesus to be regarded with suspicion by the vicar of the parish and the local policemen. We are exposed, moreover, to ebullitions of bucolic umor, which have taken the form of horse play on more than one occasion. Tim has had several fights with the Welsh pesntry, and has generally come off victorious, though n one occasion he would have been over powered by numnbers if Ihad not gone to his ssistance. Generally speaking, nothing will remove from the rural population. an idea that the caravan forms an exhibition of some sort. When I airily alight and strol1through a village, sktebhook in- hand, I have inva alae,o uy deth-nreiclha am looking foratb p h we generally halt forlinigtisom.sey cludespotsomrSdidnookg onlygg commn. But there is alta17atrnn the caravan; it 'seems todrawspectator5 sa it were, outof thieverybowels of-the earth. No matter how desolate the placeewe have chosen, we have serceely made ou,rselves comfortable when an audience gathersjand stragglers dropin, amazed andopen-'mouthed. I found it irksome at first to paint inthe open air, with a gazing crowd at nmybackangn audible comments on my work as it pro gressed; but Isoon got used to it, and, hav ing discovered certain g..ood 'snbjects' here and there among my visitors, I take the pub licity now as a matter of course. Even when busy inside I am never astonished to see strange noses flattened against the windows -strange faces peeping in at the door. The humn temperament accustoms itself to any "I begin this record in the Island of Angle sea, where we have arrived after our fort night's wanderings in the more mountainous districts of the mainlnd. Anglesea, I amin formed, is chiefly famous for its pigs and its wild ducks. So far as I have yet explored it I find it flat and desolate enough; but I have been educated in Irish landscapes, and don't object to flatness'when combined wim desolation. I like these dreary meadows, these bleak stretehes of melancholy moor lend, these wild lakes and lagoons. "At the present momenit I am encamped in a spot where, in all probability, I shall rc main for days. I came upon it quite by ac cident about midday yesterday, when on my way to the market town of Pencroes; or, rather, when I imagined that I was goingr thither, while Ihiad, in reality, after hesitat ing at three cross-roads, takenthe road which led in exactly the opposite direction. The way was desolate and dreary beyond meas ure-strtces of morass and moorland on every side, occa.ionary rising into heathery kolls or hillocks, or strewed with huge pieces of stones like the mnoors of Cornwall. Presently the open moorland ended, and wo entered a region of sandy hillocks, sparsely ornamented here and there with long, harsh grass. If one could inagine the waves of the ocean, at some moment of wild agitation, suddenly frozen to silnes and returning intact thist tempestuous forms, it would give some idea. of the hillocks Iam describing. Theyroseon every side of the road, completely shuittng 'out the view, and their pale, livid yellow ness, scely -relieved with aglpsot road we were" pursum grew porsen' orej ill.itbeameso 'choked:covered with drifted sand as to be scarcely recogmiz able, and need hardly say that ~it was hard work for cne ho'-e to pull the caravan along. "We had proceeded in this mannerfoc soae miles, and I was beginning to realize the fact that we were cut of our rekning. when, suddenly emerging from between twc. adhs, I saw a wide stretch of green -mea dow land, and beyond it a glorified piece of water. The sun was shining brightly, the water sparkled like a mirror, calm as glass and.without abren.th. As we appcared a large heron rose from the spot en the water. side where he had been standing 'Still as a stone, without a soand, Above his dim blue sha de' -a,1dae leisuel away Armond the lake. which was abos a mue m en-cumerence, me road ran winding, till it reached the farther side, where more sandhills began; but be tween these sandhils I caught .asparkling glimpse of more water, and, guided to my -canclusion by the red sail of a fshing smack just glimmieringon the horizon line, I knew fthat farther water was-the sea. t "The spot.had all .the attaction: of com -plete desolation, combined with the charm which always, tomy mind, pertains to lakw and lagoons. Eager as a boy or a loosened retriever, I ran across the meadow and found the grass long and green and sown with in numerable crowsfoct flowers; underneath the green was sand : ,-ain, but here it glim mered like golddust. As I reached the sedges I on thelako sido a teal rose, in full summer plumage, wheeled swiftly round the lake, thei, returning, spaed down boldly and swam within a stone's throw of the shore, _when.,peering through the rushes, I caught a glinise~of his mate paddling anxiously along with eight little flufIs of down behind her. Then, just outside the sedges, Isaw the golden shield of water broken by the circles of rising troit It was too much. I hastened back tc the caravan and informed Tim that I had no intention of going any farther-that day, atleast. "So here we have beensinceyesterday, and up to this, have not set eyes ,upon a single soul. Sich peaceand quietness is a foretaste of-Paradise. As thisis the most satisfactory dayIhave yet spent in my pilgrimage, al thoughit bears, at the same time, a family lIkenxetotheother -days of the past fort night I"rpose setting down, verbatim, seristim. - .chronologically, the manner in which!I. _ied~myself from dawn to sun .-Wka,andseethat Tim has al. reedyg and-folded up bis ham oci: Ob se e ar f ooking: n : ' r agaii wh yawn;;and ga TSknag,I3an eover, by ~Teptlenoutant~a quart. #aaas T passOut.. barefoore4'd3a::othe c3 fo earavam,whi h-lrl wn itfrat aherays;ofthe m nin sun..Strof dowi to''the ake, and throwing of what nIeer,peparefor albath. an notga- ob;fora swim on accouit of the reed Theb;hover, returnand -ish my t - the-cravan. gl.a"8..:-Tiinbasreappeared. He has been right downto the seashore, a walk of about twomlesandahalf. He informs me, tomy disgust,that there is some sort of a human sttlamenethere, and a lifeboat.station. He has brought bck-in his:baglet, as specimens of the local products,.a dozennew-laid eggs, some:milk, and aloaf of bread. The last, I observe, isin a fossil state. I ask who sold it bir'. He answers, William Jones. "S:30 a. --Webreakfastsplendidly. Even the fossil loaf yields sustenace,.after it is cut up and dissolved in hot tea. Between whiles Tim informs me that the settlement down yonder is, in his opinion, a poor- sort of a place. There are several whitewashed cot tages and a large, roofless house, for all the world like. a church. Devil the cow or pig didhe .see at all, barrin' a few hens. Any boats,: ask. Yes, one, with the bottom gat this name so pat that my cuiosity .s to be aroused. 'Who the deuce is :William Jones?' 'Sure, thin,' says Tim, 'he's the man that lives down beyant,by the sea.' I demand, somewhat irritably,.if the place contains only one inhabitant? Devil another did Tim see, he explains-barrin' William Jones. "9-.30 ..-Start painting in the open air, under the shade of a large white cotton um brella. JPaint on tin IP.KL "1 p x.-Take a long walk among the sadhills, avoiding the settlement beyond the lake. Don't want to meet any of the aborginsls, moreparticularlyWfliam Jones. Walking here is like rnningup and down Altantic billows, assnmingsaid billows to -be solid; now I am lost in the trough of the san,.now- I -re-emerge on the crest of the solid wave.4 Amusing, but fatiguing. Isoon lose myself;-every hillock being exactly like another. Snddenly a barestararfr6im under myeetand gesleisurelyaway. beran-oId amusenmntof.mieun wes of reland, and Itrnk'uss bTher footprina now clearly and beautifully printed Wthe soft sand df- the hollows,.now:mOrGefditily nmae onE.the harder-sides of-the:rdgs ne a raoiganpueg, f i innt.of'am a ind -rystals. A horri Me frlinedo iheadstautle me,-and .ongirdles andse rbnthe ground for mlec-ootherprey'. - - "looking'at my watchjindtihat Ibave beentoilinginthissandywilderness5forquite wo houi-s. "Timie to get ,back and dine. Cib tho nearest hillock, and look round to discove- where I am. Can see nothing but the sandy billows on= every side, and am entirely at aloss which vway to go. At last, after half an hour's blind wandering, stum ble, by accident, on the road by the lake side, and see the caravan in the distance. "4 P. IL-Dinner. Boiled potatoes, boiled eggs, fried bacon. Tim's cooking is prim tive, but I could devour anything-even Willnm .Tones' fossil bread. I asked if any hmn being has visited the camp. 'Sorra one,' Tim says, looking ra'her d.isappointed. He has got td~feel himself a public character, nd misses the homage of the vulgar. "Paint again til16 P. M. "A beautiful sunset. The sau1hill grow rosy in the light, the lake deepens from crim sn to purple, the moon comescout likeasilver sickle over the sandy see. A thought seizes me asthe shadows increase. Now is the time to entice the pink trout from their depths in the lake. I get ont ay -rsbing rod and line, and, stretching two or three fies which seem sitbe, prepare for action. My rod is only a sall, single-handed one, and it is difficult to cast beyond the sedg:s, but the fish are ris ing thickly ont in the traquil pools, and, de termind not to be beaten, I wade in to the knees. Half a dozen trout, each about the size of a snall hcrring, reward myoenterprise. When Ibave coptured them,themoon is;high up abovo the.sand hilbs, and it is quite dark. "Such is the chronicle of the past day. By the light of my lamp inside the caravan I have written it down. It has been alvery tranquil and uneventful, but very delightful, and a day to be marked with a white stone, in one resp,ect-.tha.t from,dawn to sunset I have t set eyes on a human being except my servant. "Stop, though! -I am .wrong. Just as I was returnngfrom my piscatorial excursion 't the lake,'I saw, pass'ng along therdad in the drection of the seag a certain solitary hosnt h accostedDme:not too civilly on the roadside the nigfit before lastHe ceowledateinpig, and, of coure,ec ognzecne by the aid of ethe caravan. :His name s Monk,.of 3onksiinrst, and he seems to e pe elmondre& of all he sres 'Wslgoha 80 churches with ebr ka ba set out -4,500,0001 trees the past year. The -strawberry crop in eastern Floridi, is larger than ever known. Mexico is shipping considerable -..,..t, eseally o.rnan, to this conn 917r599ou)ttne. WASHINGTON LETTER. From on r Regular Correspondent. I WASHINTON, D. C., June 8. If the new officials connected with the Pension Office desire to get their hands in upon the subject of investi- i gations, I would recommend as a bi good field for the business the highly d< moral City of Brotherly Love, Phila delpia, where the pension agent is t said to have been paying pensions to al numerous parties who have been de- tt funct for lo! these many years, to at say nothing of a small regiment of a widows who have also been the re- s cipients of Uncle Sam's bounty, after p" they had thriftily provided themselves is with husoands. 1o The civilities that are due to the in people from their public servants' er should prompt the latter to furnish re seats in the--corridors of the several ss departments for the accommodation aY and comfort of their - employers, a the people: To have men and women el waiting hour after hour with no place to- rest their weary limbs, after-their- tt tramping excursions through our in terminable thoroughfares is-owa would seem that.it would be entirely feasibleto have a waiting-room far b4 nished with proper seating facilities j for tha use of the great number of y people who have business with the a department. ei It is a somewhat sad' commentary t u pon the morals of the population of h. the District of Columbia, when the- a President is said to be looking else- w where for men to fill the District of- n fices. I know that the air- of the p capital must necessarily he impreg- ti nated with all sorts of political dia- a bolism, but I really supposed that i half a dozen good men might be dis covered somewhere, who would be. b competent and honest enough to fill the few offices here. Y It is said. that some.of the depart e ments, at least, are going 'to enforce S that provision of the statute in Sec. 190, R. S. which prohibits any clerk , or other person who has been in the service of the Government, from pro secuting any pending claim before any , of the departments within a period of d; two y ears after his connection with o the service has ceased. The intent t of this law, that the Government fi shall not permit itself to be placed to a disadvantage in the adjudication of claims, is so apparent that I won- h der that there should be any hesita tion upon the part of any department T in enforcing it to the letter. m The granting of 550 pensions by g the Government in a single \day, is heralded as- a masterpiece of rapid 14 sekijrteensiomOfie tthaW eie beae aWeu e4 efint 'In h prss upon the memory ofCommis ionerBlack te fat that his- prede- f. essors- in office ave declared that de ninety per cent. of a given;number of pensions granted in a given timne, were open, palpable and diabolical m frauds. I think in ihese pension ax maters that it were better to make m: haste slowly. PHOcNO. r hc He Marries His Sweetheart's of Sister. ci The marriage ot G'eorge Finlay, 6, the historian of ancient Greece and for many years correspondent ot the London Times at Athens, was at- ev tended by considerable romance. a Finlay had become attached to a in beautiful Armenian girl at Constan tinople, and, as her family would never have consented to her mar- C riage with the yotnog'Scotchman, d'e- w: termined to elope with her. A yatch Of of an English friend was to take the th coule to Greece. and it was ar- o ranged that the young lad'y waus to be got on board in a box prepared h for the purpose. When the eventful' to moment camne the girl became fright- sa ened and refused to allow herself to t beplaced in the box. Her sister= tv equally lovely, thought it a pity that the romantic arrangement shouldt not la be taken -advantage of, and entered ox lierself' the box in plae of her sister. eo suPpose Finlay "must have been t consderably s ppised wien the.box ra was opened- n the cabin of the yacht. th iau's aniform. The brother of the c yoeg laedyi disco{ered the affair s and was quickly on board the yacht th to deand explanation. Finlay saw only one course before him. The girl had been compromised; he- would 11, xinarry her. The llrother giving his th consent, the marriage took place at la once.--an Frantcisco Ata. "ow's business?'' asked a tramp i printer, as he walked into the news- 1y room. "Picking up," answered a th p, as he kept working on. .n SEE; WHAT WE LIKE TQ SEE WHAT WE DON'T LIKE TO SEE. BY THREE-SCORE. Boys let us have another talk, a le reasoning together; for we l6oe ( )u, yes, we love you, and we 'want v >n to be the right kind of boys, and v ow up the right kind of men, for lie- p g the one you will most assuredly t the other. You comprehend this b n't you? What finer sight can one :y e than a noble, upright hoy. An l mest, truthful, industrious boy is n ways to be admired. Chiefest among; le virtues with which a boy's char- a iter s:ould be adorned, however, is a love for father and mother; for si low us a boy full of love for his , Lrants, and we at once say that he c the right kind of a boy. "Mother s ve'' never hurt a boy or girl yet, and o spite of his being tied to his moth b 's apron string (as- some foolishly a mark) being a sign of weakness,-we a .y that it is a tower of strength, t id a shield which shall ever protect h id keep him in time of danger and a lamity. Boy's you- cannot show, a eater strength of car ater rin >-might have ben rgaui o e.ollnss fof atye o urmoti birta1, -::amotthei's v n aoun ac so =1yo Ut- for .r are and lo:ng m}n stasl'; )Kfmaaht have bee a rag-muffin' or ,g good for -naughti Love your eoth~ -. then, and you may be prettg':cer- t in- that you will.be a ood boy.tand 1 Lve the esteem, and the c'onfidence, _ id the good will of your elders, and t ill grow upto beagood man. We have ever yet seen b bad, or vicious boy rove to be a - good man, while on te other hand our. experience has tways shown that a good boy proved i the end a good man. Men can be ointed out to-day who, were poor oys and who were taken in hand in oath because of the signs of good ess shown by -them. This is true very time boys, mark itwell, and re 1ember it.' Would that every-boy rho reads the HEaAL .An Nzws 'ould grow to be an honor and a ride to his parents and his country. We would have been glad could e have witnessed Brooklyn's happy ay as described by the New York a bserver. What a glorious sight, fif- t -five thousand children rank and E e taking part in a Sunday.School lebration. What a jubilant sound o ust that number of happy children ti Lye muade as .they sang "Come tb - mus"'' or other appropriate songs. c rus here at hioxie who never see e ore thin -a hunidred or two lttle e oes gatheed on -geif "ar~ . hool.celebratio and paradeOcefasP was obseived on Winesdag of I st week with -the usual exercises of la rching, singing anniversaryhymns, d listening to addresses. Along ny of the streets'where the child c marched the. houses were gaylyh corated with finags aud bunting in o nor of the occasion. One division te twenty-two schools had 14,000 h ildren in line; another division of 'enty schools had 8,000, another 300. In all about. 55,000 children ti ok part in the parade. This annual s] rn-out of the children is a sight i iich brings to Brooklyn strangPers t en from distant parts, and is worth long journey to see it and to share d the delight expressed by the fifty- gi e thousand paraders." gi Speaking of crowds and- celebra- o ns the mind must be impressed o' th the magnitude an<i magnificence bl the display recently made in Paris, gi e most glorious city of the world, el the burial ceremonies of Victor w ugo, the greatest lyric poet France t] .s ever produced. We should like p< have seen this ceremony, which is o id to have exceeded in grandeur it d pomp, and size and mesic any at has ever before been extended en to monarch or king. The remains of Victor Hugo were id to rest in the Pantbon, at Paris, Monday, with great pomp andte iony., Although:ain fell 'through e nigbtandthere wasCeeytindi tion in he early nnai of more in :duringthe day, bunaMs' (f oas iifnt owde<f ditioir'fthe'htejs tkibR uds wrecompeHled to biyouse inv e open air all night. -The windows ong the route of the funeral pro ssion were let at' from 300 to 1,000 mcs-each. Six orations were det. P rered under the Arc de Tromphe in d e presence of large numbers of il- ti strious men of France. The head. -the procession reached the Pan eon at 1 :45 o'clock, but so exten ye was it that the end had not yeta Ct the Arc de Triomphe. Fortunate there was no serious trouble on I e part of the Communistic element u VOW SITE SEDES The correspondent of Nouoe Daily News) writes that,- near the illage of Kogoshna - terribla nider ras lately committed iatt easant, who had been to thejiHage o sell a pair of oxen was r6u ing ome with his daughterixg?il fc ears, when on his way bestoped t obach (a drinking hoise tbree iiles from town. in the-ace'were Bveral s8 piers --. ho noticed the 1peasan1 n e hen' he' pid for his <drinkn aspecting man left the-ho ad ent on his way. Soon aft under )ver of the darkness, he-' * mted and killed After z tag the rpse the murderers ieh ody o f heir nfortatei well. The girl, who ade itness of her iahe a In e lrned to he:house. wereirs er adstoppd, and iuforine yfttn same hro , The kobacbme ac a thei of t.hagi rhereboymih he&isc e San as y avowed den. ion ofacory thefr hod er S.catt n the brea S oen iid tThe t obes conen d on his mnode of d eredcing he body,might 'be dtacome∧ - e an easy means of aidn4 g .hit "" ''.' an ae sory of gthe areg oher Mnd her father. He p tdr ier alive in the brea4 ovt To this the others coaented, and. ucordingly he ordered iswife to prepare for~ the burnng of-thegr When the ove asiyriIx54^ his accomplice to take with -8. ellow wround her head, and tbroW 1 the "'oven. At the same time he can ioned them to be quick in their cork in order to prevent her ma g .n outcry. The. girl, nervous nd gitated by the dreadful Swork f he night, had not gone -to -leep 'he breathlessly listened ta: e reparations of the -vllains for he wn murder. Quietly risingyfn de bed, she lookedaotIo. _ ieas of escape; u al a oe?~~~ ptwindow, which wad>astenaed ieas of exit qt * > eiihsh bad - ed i_ 7vinwif h id it down.e Suddenlya;da~ ,eme to seize ber. Tining t ard the bed she untied tey1o mdkerchief about her sad ti&ci 1 that of. her sleepingQepSiD sking care to draw it-eellewLcod r face so as to conceal thie feaMures hen grasping the sleeping giiby ie shoulder, she rolled her overfil ie rested on the front of the bed. hen the desperate girl crawled oer - >the inside and waited. The mur arers, acting on .the descito ven by the kobachnik, seized the rl with the yellow bndechn wer her face-and threw herintotbe ren. .. After completing their terr e work they. went -to sleep, thus iving the other girl a .chance to . cape. She imnmediately made her ay to town and gave informaticalto iepohce. No time was liistaia_ )sse of officers, under the.guidanes the girl, soon had the murderers ustody. n indian doctor in Utah reet -lost, a patient and was popl oned to death by bi4strlbe Fruit trees acs n hPaciicosst tbat i~9 e8of laborers dreketinly iinning out the fruit.' ; "What is enai riter. Well, it is verage clegegrd Ai an. Then he has tobei n ''