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Where yonder mountain lifts Its sunny head
Mid nature's loveliest wilds, the traveler
sees
The unpretending grave of one who led
His people on to victory and peaoe.
No sounds unholy marbls peaceful Bleep
Near where yon foaming river rolls his
wave;
All nature breathes, or seems to breathe, a
deep
And settled calm around his hallowed grave
Ye need no marble bust nor storied urn
To keep his memory or his deeds in mind ;
In every loyal breast, whore'erye turn,
A acting tribute to his worth ye find.
In times that tried tho very soul, he made
A record centuries cannot efface,
And more through love than fear or favor
swayed
The rude but honest fathers of his race.
The BtormB of winter howl less fiercely round
The humble dome that guards his sacred
mold;
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ground.
Their rarest tints the autumn months un
fold. When Spring returns to cheer the frozen
earth,
She breathes her holiest benediction here,
And, conscious of the spot, she checks her
mirth,
And dews the soil with many a precious
tear.
He sleeps In peace, beloved of all who claim,
By birth or blood, his country as their own;
There is not on the page of time a name
That hath a nobler sound a richer tone.
Breakfast Table.
JOE'S NEW-YEAR'S DINNER.
To have Been Joe Sterling stubbing
about the store of Messrs. Sampson &
Sturges no one would have suspected
him of being a hero a little, short
beardless fellow, with a peaked faee,
and shoulders that stood out sharply
wearing never a plume, nor scarf,
nor slashed velvet doublet, like the
military hero, neither broadcloth and
beaver like the gentleman hero, of the
moral drama, but attired with severe
simplicity iu a well worn "pepper-and-salt'
uit, that pinched about the
ik-rfders, and was too short in the
sleeves, his sallow complexion effec
tively set off by a sky-blue neck-tie
a tie which Filkins, a spruce fellow
clerk,; who supported a, dictionary,
had stigmatized as "perennial" his
cuff-buttons not mates. Oh. but, Joe
blessed be the world on its New Year's
days, if it had.more like you !
Who Joe was, where he came from
in the morning, where he went at
night, interested neither Sampson nor
Sturges nor .Filkins. Tho latter had,
one evening, invited him out to wit
ness the presentation of that glory of
the drama, "The Black Sheep" to be
followed by "the side-Bplitting farce
of 'The One legged Shoemaker;'"
but Joe bad politely declined, mur
muring something about duties that
detained him;at home. Thereupon,
Filkins had lifted his eyebrows, and
made no more advances. lie had nev
er found young men with "duties"
congenial companions.
JBy 10:30, New-Year's morning, Joe
had completed his marketing among
the shops and stalls on Bread-and-Butter
square, and, with his basket
swung on his arm, had begun trudg
ing homeward. He kept a sharp look
out as was his wont, to left and to
right, to see if there was anything
he oould do for anybody. When one
is on the lookout for something of that
nature, something generally turns up
and it was hard on to 11 when Joe
turned into that sloppy, decayed old
street, which he had turned into reg
ularly every night since he had been
in Sturges' employ.
He was growing dreadfully tired of
that street. It wasn'6 a busy street.
Nothing ever seemed to stir In it, ex
cept tired men and women going out
and coming in from labor. Nothing
ever went up on it; nothing ever
came down. The old wooden build
ings just gathered a few more lichens,
and sank a little from twelvemonth
to twelvemonth. It wasn't a cheerful
street. It sometimes seemed to Joe as
if all the tired, and disoouraged, and
sick, and oross, in the oity all the
people despairing to be wretohed, and
yet not despairing enough to give up
a kind of automatic effort, had gath
ered themselves together there. Joe
began whistling as soon as he entered
its precinots, and whistled lustily,
justas boys do who have their cour
age to keep up, until he came along
side the deorepit wooden building that
held hlB "home."
Up two flights, and turning to the
left he entered a small room, the at
mosphere of which was oharged in
about equal proportions with the odor
of moldy wall paper and of some kind
of pungent liniment. A middle-aged,
unhappy-looking man, with his feet
and legs stretched out on two ohairs,
reclined before the window. His gay
dressing gown was wrapped tightly
around his body, and a gray shawl
was swathed about his limbs and feet
This was Joe's Uncle William.
Unole William had been iuhis day
a dashing young man, but he had
dashed just a little too far, and all at
once, as sometimes happens in paral
Iell caBeB, found himself used up, body
and soul. Then, sinco- nothing else
remained to be done, he had repented
and found, to his astonishment, that
the laws of nature wouldn't work
backward, even for repentant prodi
gals. The almshouse impended.
Just then Joe, the size of whoso heart
was out of all proportion with his pe
cuniary resources, had interposed.
He had left a pleasant boarding-place
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for a detestable tenement, saddled
himself with a burden which he was
likely to carry forlife, and go to house
keeping.
Uncle William, when Becurely es
tablished in his three ohairs at Joe's
expense, had given himself unreserv
edly to brooding over his troubles and
lamenting his hard fate. His melan
oholy gaze was, this morning, fixed
out of the window, and be failed to
withdraw it when Joe entered.'
"Morning again, Uncle William,'
said Joe, briskly. "It's been a bit
dull here for New Year's morning ;
ha3 it, eh ?"
Uncle William, slowly turning from
the window, delivered himself of a
sound that migh have been either a
grunt or groan.
"And you haven't found anything
interesting in the papers?" continued
Joe, looking down at the pile of peri
odicals. "I laid in liberally for all the
pictorials, hoping you would be enter
tained by them."
Unole William shook his head slow
ly, and a trifle scornfully.
"I couldn't be entertained by pict
ures, Joe; I've been reflecting."
"Then I wouldn't refleoc any more
It don't agree with!you. Aren't you
glad you're going to have me for com
pany, this afternoon? And a hot din
ner, too? Hot dinners are luxuries
nowadays. See here, will you?" pull
Inc from out his basket a round of
beef.
Unole William eyed it gloomily.
"Beefsteak for a New-Years dinner !
muttered he.
"Beefsteak Isn't to be despised
not if it's tender and juioy as this,"
replied Joe, making an incision in the
beef with his pocket-kDife, and
watching the juice start out with an
expression of keen gratification.
"Not in ourpresenl situation, I know
it, Joe ; that's the sting of it. I don't
blameyou, Joe; butl can't help think
ing how it used to be with me."
Here Uncle William attempted mov
ing one of his limbs, hit his foot
against a chairback, and cried out
with pain.
Joe slapped hissteak upon the table
brought Uncle William his liniment,
and then pirouetted off into his bed
room three minutes, and he was back
again, in a suit of patches whereof at
tested the fact that' he did his own
mending, as well as cooking.
"Now we must have dinner in a
jiffy, uncle. Then I'm going to give
the room a thorough cleaning up; and
after that, if Mrs. Dowd brings up the
washing, I'll sew up the holes in the
stookings, while you read aloud."
"You know I can't read aloud, Joe;
it puts me out of breath,'' snapped
Uncle William.
"No more you can't. How forgetful
in me! We'll talk then, and have a
good time just the same.''
Undo William grunted derisively,
and fingered his swollen and bandag
ed toes.
Joe Bbook down the ashes in his
atove, turned on a pile of ooal, brush
ed out the oven aud tumbled in a half
dozen or more potatoes. From suspicious-looking
depths beneath the ta
ble he drew forth a gridiron, which
he began scraping vigorously-, mean
while talking briskly whather to
himself or Unole William it would
have been difficult to decide.
"It's a miserable way to leave a
gridiron, without oleaning; but what
oan a fellow do who has as many Irons
in the fire as I have? breakfast to
get and clear away, rooms to tidy up,
dinner to be laid out, Mrs. Dowd's
water to be brought, Uncle William's
feet and legs to be bound up, and may
be a run to the druggist's or the doc
tor's. Hang it all ! a fellow oan't be
as nice about all these little particulars
as he'd like to be. He must onoe in a
while neglect his gridirons."
Joe soon had his steak sputtering on
the iron, it's grateful odor mingling
with that of the coffee on the stove,
and overpowering the perfume of Un
cle William's liniment. He then
jerked the table a few inches from the
wall, spread over it a stiffly-starched
and highly-blued '"best" tablecloth,
set on the dishes spasmodically, and,
just as the little mantle-olook rang
out 12, he announced dinner, and of
fered to assist Uncle William to the
table.
The process of getting Unole Will
iam to the table in good order was no
mean one. First, the two ohairs in
which his limbs reposed were one af
ter the other moved a slight distance
the large chair in which he sat follow
ed them carefully; then the small
chairs made another forward move,
and by degrees the entire establish
ment was brought alongside the ta
ble. n - '
"It's all piping hot, and I've had
splendid Iuok with the gravy!" cried
Joe sitting down and helping Uncle
William with a liberal hand.
"Joe," said Uncle William, peevish
ly, "I ain't up near enough."
Joe hopped up, and drew the three
chairs gently, one after another, an
inch or two noar the table, then bob
bed down in his place again.
"You'll take two potatoes, I think,
Uncle William, and"
"Joe," interrupted Unole William
"won't you just h'ist up those pillows
at my baok, and put the big one at
the bottom and the little one at the
top?"
"Dear me, unole!" cried Joe flying
at the pillows, "How careless I am !
Itseems to me I never shall remember
about those pillows. You Bee I'm
thinking eo much as to whether you'll
like the dinner or not the pillows slip
my mind."
"Joe," said Unole William, as soon
as Joe was again seated, "I wish you'd
THURSDAY, JANTJAEY 2, 1879.
just take that cushion out from under
my left leg and slip it around under
the right one."
Joe dropped his gravy-ladle and
whisked around to the cushion.
"Careful, now careful, Joe," said
Unole William, dividing his attention
between Joe and the forkful he was
making up. "Now, under the other
one not so high up a little lower
down oh, dear! Can't you get it
right? There, now! And won't you
just wrap that corner of the shawl
around them again ?"
Baok came Joe, and, not in the least
discouraged, began his dinner.
Uncle William, as.be the second
time passed his plate, groaned : "I
can't help thinkingoftheNew Year's
dinners I've eaten in years gone by-
such dinners as you never dreamed of
Joe. Little did I anticipate I should
ever come to this."
"But just think how much better
this is than nothing ! We're going to
have bisouit and grapes for dessert ;
and you've the best thing yet to learn
uncle," cried Joe exultantly. "This
isn't our regular New Year's dinner.
This is only an installment. We're
going to have another after I get
cleaned up." And Joe's face fairly
beamed.
Unole William, though still gloomy,
appeared interested,
"Just look here, will you?" Joe
drew up from beneath the table a lit
tle oysterkeg. "These aren't your
common erery-day sort of oysters.
These are an extra, prime, extravagant
kind kind the big-bugs use. Pass
me that saucer, please. I'll turn you
out two or three, just enough for a
trial taste. There, aint they beauties?
Have a little pepper and vinegar with
them. Aren't they delicious? And
those aren't all."
Unole William solemnly swallowed
the oysters, while Joe rapped the
bung iu his little keg and brought his
markot.lwsket up"frombeneath the
table.
"See there, will you ?" triumphant
ly producing a handsotne plum pud
ding. "And there, too!" with much
rustling' of tissue paper bringing
forth and poising on his hand a frost
ed and flowered cake. "Then there
will be (rapes enough for the second
meal. Ylou didn't expect nil this, did
you? Scy, now, did you? You've
been pleasantly surprised for once in
your life; haven't you?" cried Joe,
playful pinching Uncle William's
arm, elcitingonly ajsharp yelp.
"I'vedone with all expectations of
anything good, Joe."
"How delighted you must be with
these things, then. You'll taste the
pudding, and find out you're going to
have onegood thing, auy way, won't
you ?" said the undaunted Joe, slash
ing into tie pudding with his "sharp
knife," tbeu depositing a thick, fruity
slioe befoie Uncle William. "Here's
tho cake. You'd like to know how
this looks on the inside. I would any
way. It Jeems almost a pity to cut it.
That's what's it was madefor, though.
Isn't that cherubim I mean that
cherub a nobby little fellow ? How
the sugar works crackle! Have a bit
of this, unole?"
Unole William nodded, and eyed
the cake approvingly.
"Oh! I know what I'll do," cried
Joe, jumping up again; "I'll carry a
part of my share down to Mrs Dowd.
She's always washing and washing
until it seems as if she'd wash the
soul out of ber; yet, with those five
children to keep in bread and meat,
she never has any treats."
Joe cut out a quarter of the pudding
and the caka, and whisked out. In a
few secondshe returned, Binging jubi
lantly through the hall.
"Don't, Joe; it goes through my
head," said Uncle William.
"So it does. I beg your pardon.
Have you been waiting to be moved
away? I ttopped to empty Mrs.
Dowd's tubs for her."
Uncle William intimated his readi
ness to be moved, and the operation
was successfully performed.
Then Joe slipped off his ouffs, and
went into the work. He cleared and
washed, assorted and arranged, Bwept
dusted, rubbed and scrubbed. He had
applied the lead, and was polishing up
bis stove, rattling the covers back and
forth vigorously, his hair shaking
down toward his nose, when unwont
ed voices were heard in the hall, the
steps of two men, and the tap of a
cane on the bare boor.
"The ocoupant of this tenement,"
said a voice, Joe now recognized as
his landlord's, "is an eccentric young
man, who boards himself aud supports
au invalid uncle.
"Rap, rap, rap," went the cane on
Joe's door.
Joe, unaccustomed to receiving com
pany, was a trifle discomposed. He
pushed the hair out of his eyes with
bis wrist, and, still grasping the
blacking brush, threw open the door.
"Mr. Sampson, Mr. Sterling,' said
Joe's landlord.
Joe bowed in a dazed sort of way,
holding bis glittering hands away
from contact with his clothes, and
swaying the brush in the air.
"Mr. Sampson is about purchasing
this building and is inspecting the
tenements,' explained the landlord.
I think it.seems to me that I've
met you before, young man,' said Mr.
Sampson.
"Yes, sir; I'm the Sterling that
clerks in your store," said Joe, hum
bly. "Bless me, so you are ! Sturges at
tends to theeore mainly, and I don't
have much chance to know you boys.
So you live here do you ? You rc-al-ly
do?"
"Yes, sir. And this Is my uncle,
Mr. Knowlee,' said Joe, nodding to
ward Uncle William, who was begin
ning to bristle at a fancied alight.
Mr. Sampson bowed ; giving Uncle
William a glance that pretty accurate
ly took the measure of that gentle
man. "And you live here, Sterling, and
support your uncle, eh?" said Samp
son, bluntly, and to Uncle William's
offense.
"I-do sir." said Joe, proffering his
only unoccupied chair, and motion
ing one of his callers to the lounge.
"Our apartments oan't be called ele
gant, and all things hereabouts aren't
exactly to our tastes, but it does very
well, and we're quite comfortable."
"But really rc-al-ly, this is quite
extraordinary for the present day
for the present day. Quite extraor
dinary !"
"May I ask what salary we are pay
ing you?" continued Sampson, look
ing about the room.
"Five hundred a year, sir."
"Aud I understand excuse me,
young man, but do I understand that
you support yourself and uncle with
your salary, exclusively?"
"Oh, dear, no, sir!" said Joe, mis
understanding Sampson. "I should
n't be willing to spend all my salary.
We put nearly two hundred In the
bank last year."
"Mr. Sterling," said Sampson, look
ing Joe sharply in the face, "do you
wish me to understand that you and
your uncle lived on three hundred
dollars last year?"
"Certainly sir; and lived pretty
well, too; didn't weUncle William?"
"Pretty well,'' said Uncle William,
faintly.
"You know, sir," continued Joe,
"it isn't the necessaries of life that
eat up the boy's salaries so ; it's the
extras tbey like, and" some of which
thev must have, unless they live a
little more quietly."
"Better live more quietly, then,"
muttered Sampson.
"As for myself," said Unole Will
iam, "I won't deny that it comes
hard on me. I don't blame Joe, but
it isn't what I've been used to. I was
once a man among men, even as you
are. sir: free and easy in regard to
money matters, and with no expecta
tions of being brought down to this.
I'm nearly helpless, sir; I'm a great
sufferer, aud I'm
"Yes. I see I see," interrupted
Sampson, Impatiently. "I beg pard
on, Mr. Sterling; I'm greatly interest
ed. May I ask what are your expec
tations?" '
"They're not great," said Joe, ab
stractedly, rubbing the blacking
brush over his hand. "Mr. Sturges
promised a rise in salary if I did well;
and then I've thought that if I did
well, perhaps perhaps thero'd be
more rises. Clerks do progress, you
know."
"Yes; I know," said Sampson,
smiling.
"Then I'm hoping to some day ob
tain a pleasanter home, and better
medical aid for Uncle William."
"I wish you success, young man. I
think I muat speak with Sturges
about this case yes, I will speak
with Sturges. I don't care to look
further at these rooms, landlord."
Sampson made a respectful bow to
Unole William, a most respectful one
to Joe, and ambled out.
Joe resumed his stove-blacking,
olattering the oovers more merrily
than ever.
"Sturges," said Sampson to his
partner next morning, "what kiud of
a fellow do you oall young Sterling ?"
"Sellable!" firmly replied Sturges.
"And wo paying him only 500?"
"I'm going to make it six this
year,
it
"Make it
seven: and, if he bears
that well, increase it by another hun
dred next year."
Sturges opened his eyes. Sampson
gave him a little recital ; and, before
the end of the year, Joe was in suob
a position that Unole William began
to have a glimmering perception that,
mediately, good did sometimes come
to himself.
"My dear," said Sampson to his
wife, on the 31st of the next Decem
ber, "there's that young Sterling, of
whom I've told you so much he sel
dom leaves his uncle, evenings, and
appears to have few social pleasures.
I think I'd better invite him to din
ner to-morrow. In many respects
he's an exceptional young man for
the present day for the present day,
an exceptional young man."
So It happened that, on the next
New Year's eve, Joe made Uncle Wil
liam comfortable with cold turkey
and plum-pudding at his right hand,
and liniment at his left; and, having
carefully attired himself in a brand
new suit, skipped up town to Mr.
Sampson's. Notwithstanding his
balfodozen eccentricities of manner,
he created an excellent impression,
and thereafter rapidly grew into favor
in high quarters.
Five years from that time, Sampson
had gone out of the business, and Joe
had gone in. The firm bad become
"Sturges &Sterling;" Uncle William
had so far recovered as to be able to
take care of himself; Joe had improv
ed in looks and manners, ceased to do
his own cooking, and was making
slow but sure progress in winning the
affections of Miss Nell Sampson.
In baking buckwheat and other
griddle cakes, a piece as a 'greaser' is
thought by many to be almost indis
pensable. Tho3e of this opinion
will, on trial, soon learn that a turnip
divided in two, answers the same or a
better purpose, as the odor tho most
unpleasant part of cake-baking
comes from the greaser in contact
with the hot iron, whereas, with tho
turnip, very iittle of this is percepti
ble. Country Gentleman.
VUJj. 26. JSO. 28.
"MES." X00XAX.
A Mystery Bocoiues More Mysterious
by the Death if Sergeant Noonan.
SergeantNoonan, the death of whose
"wife" resulted in the discovery
of the lie regarding her sex she had
lived for a lifetime, committed suicide
at Fort Lincoln a few days ago. The
Bismarck Tribune ohronioles his last
words, whioh makes the case more
mysterious than ever:
"Are you prepared to say, Noouau,
that during your marital experience
you never dreamed of what the med
ical officers discovered?"
"I mean just that. I dare not say
that the medical officers were wrong,
but I know that I am right, and I
kuow mac my wne was a woman.
There is some terrible mystery about
this thiug that I can't understand.
She had acted as midwife and doctress
here at the post. She was trusted and
respected by a large number of peo
ple, and I oan only think that she
must have done something terribly
wrong which demanded a disguise of
hersex by the diagnosing physicians.'
"But her wrong must have been to
one of her supposed sex, and I can't
understand how the alterations could
benefit her.'
"Nor I. There is something dark
aud something terrible about the
thing. Where It will .end I don't
know. I am but a sergeant, while
those in control of this thiug stand
far above me in rank. They can pro
nounce her man, woman, God or dev
il as they see fit, but I am doomed to
Infamy and can find no relief. As Al
mighty God is my judge, my wife was
a woman, and I care nothing for post
mortem examinations to the contra
ry. Why, I tell you, sir, she at one
time had an abortion procured upon
her. In her early life she was in the
habit of carrying heavy burdens. The
effect of this was to relax her muscles
so that she could not carryja obi Id.
Three or four hard sicknesses result
ed, and I myself was party to one ab
ortion to save her tho pain of anoth
er. After that I may as well tell
you the whole story she told me of
the coming footsteps pattering on the
clouds, but it resulted in nothing but
pain and sickness."
"Sergeant, are you lying to me, or
telling me the truth ?"
"The truth, so help me God. I will
swear before my Maker that she was
a woman. But I can't tell what in
duced this concealment of hersex. I
oan't understand how she camo to die.
There Is something beyond my wife's
grave that must be settled at some
time, and there will be a time when
the mystery will be cleared up. It
may not be in your lifetime, or mine,
butI tell you, sir, the woman has
been strangely wronged, and were I
in a position to clear the thing up, I
would defy the world, to prove that
she was a woman."
Such earnestness in facing the
obarms of the grave is entitled to
weight. While Noonan spoke, the
shadow of death was in his eyes.
There was something which awed the
reporter.
Noonan is dead. If a liar, he is
damned; If he has told the truth,
there is a fearful mystery somewhere.
Something Sensational.
Savannah Republican.
Our friend Jeff. Boyles informes us
of the following, which borders on the
superstitious, and at all events is very
curious and wonderful: At Intervals
for twelve years past his brother,
Frank Boyles, has been dreaming that
a quantity of money was buried near
some trees which were "blazed" in a
cirole with an ax. He only wondered
at it for a long time,5,but about three
weeks ago ho again dreamed of the
money In a location which he recog
nized as a place about six miles east
of Roohester. He repaired to the spot
with some others, and dug in the cir
cle of the trees, and unearthed about
nine thousand dollars of which he
promptly took possession on the
sohool-toy prinoiple of "finders keep
ers." He has loaned about three hun
dred dollars of it, and the balance has
been placed on depoeit in the Farm
ers Bank. Mr. Boyles' presumption
Is that the money was placed there by
an old bachelor, John Owens, who
formerly lived in that vicinity, and
was reputed to be rich, and who died
about twenty years ago, leaving no
clue to the money depoeited by him
in thisstrange manner.
Francis Mnrpliey's Method.
At Francis Murphy's meeting last
evening a dark-bearded man, after
signing the pledge, turned and began :
'Ladies and gentlemen, intemper
ance, like an undying worm, gnaws
at the vitals of'
My dear boy, don't make a long
speech,' Mr. Murphy interrupted. 'If
you'vo got anything to say, then say
it.'
Certainly,' the speaker replied, and
turned to the audience again with
'Intemperance, like like an undying
wor '
'Look here, my good man, have
yon signed the pledge ?'
'Yes, sir.'
'fio you mean to keep it?' -
Yes, sir.'
Then sit down ; that Is the best
apeech. Tho people have been talked
to death about temperance,' Mr. Mur
phy added. iV. Y. Sun.
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A Boy's IUdb "Willi A Panther.
A story-teller in the Cumberland;
Presbyterian relates an adventure of
many years ago, when panthers and
catamounts abounded' where thriving
cities now stand.
A lumberman living in Ulster coun
ty. N. Y., had a sou named Elias,
eleven years old, who was very help
ful and active, and frequently drove
six miles with a load of timber from
the mountains to a Hudson River
ship-yard.
"One day, when ho had left his
load, the workmen who were to ac
company him home wont off for a
carouse, and he waited for them until'
it was nearly sundown; and then,,
fearing to be overtaken by the dark
ness, he set out alone.
"Tho horses, being well rested, trot
ted along briskly toward home. Elias
whistled as loud as he could, because
it seemed tho best thing he could do
to keep from feeliug cowardly.
"On they went until five miles of
the way laid behind them; thencame
the long hill, a gradual slope, three
quarters of a mile from base to sum
mit. Just as he commenced the as
cent, he saw a shaking of the bushes
at the side of the road. Then he heard
a loud scream that mado bis heart
stand still with fear, and a large pan
ther sprang into the road back of the
wagon.
"The frightened horses dashed up
the road. The panther gave another
scream, and sprang upon the back
part of the wagon. The boy was al
most senseless with fright, sitting
there, expecting every moment to bo
torn to peices by the panther.
"The animal sat on the wagon,
whioh had been ooupled long for the
stioks of timber, until half-way up
the bill; then, with a louder scream
than hefore, itspraugover among the
bushes and disappeared. I expect his
ride was tho hardest shaking up that
Mr. Panther ever had.
" 'I wonder what does mako 'Lias
stay so late,' said our mother, going
again and again to the door as it be
gan to grow dark, aud he did nob
come.
"At last we heard the wagon on the
rock road. It made a loud noise.
"Oh! what is the matter? It must
be 'Lias, and tho horses are running
awa3T.'
"My father rau out to the road, and
succeeded, with some difficulty, In
stopping and quieting the horses ; but
what was the matter with the boy on
the wagon? He sat still and pale,
holding the lines loosely in his fiu--gers.
" "Lias, do speak and tell us what
has happened,' said mother anxiously.
"Still he did not move. Tbey took
the lines from his fingers and lifted
him down, and at last, after rubbing
and working with him for some time,
he could speak. Then he told us what
had happened.''
A Gambling Incident on the Ala
bama River.
I once found myself on a steamer
going down the Alabama "River.
These steamers have on the saloon
deck a very long cabin, and at one
end of the cabin is a bar where liquor
and cards are sold. One evening, for
the voyago occupied several days, a
passenger asked me whether I would
play at whist ; I assented, and a whist
party was made upl I soon preceived
that I and a decent looking old man,
who was one of tho pla3'ers, were be
ing victimized by the two others, but
I played quietly on until every ono
except the captain, who was seated
at the other end of the cabin, had
gone to bed ; then my brother victim,
after paying his losses, which amount
ed to several hundred dollars, wentto
his cabin. I took the cards in my
hand and asked what lowed. It was
two or three hundred dollars. "Cap
tain," I said, "be good enough to
come here; Iv'o been cheated." Up
jumped thejgamblera and askedme
whether I wished to insult them.
The captain, a sturdy-looking man,
was now by my side, so I handed him
the cards and requested him to exam
ine them. They were marked in the
manufactory, the stars on the backs of
each particular color beiug made eith
er higher orlower at the corners. Tho
gamblers swore that they knew noth
ing of it, and had bought them of tho
bar-keeper. Half-a-dozen citizens
were at once called up to act as jury,
and the bar-keeper interrogated. After
some shilly-shallying he owned that
one of the gamblers had given him
some packs to sell. This was enough;
the engines were stopped, and tho
gamblers landed on a swamp, where-'
probably they died, for it was a very
long way from any habitation, and,
as the captain said, a place where
only snakes can live. It is almost a
pity that there Is not this sort of
prompt justice nowadays in Europe
London Truth.
After serving three years under sen
tence a3 a horse thief, in the Oregon
state prison, Mr. Francis Thompkina
came out the other day, proved inno
cent by the confessions of thereat
criminals. He had not only suffered
undeserved imprisonment, . but his:
property, worth seventeen thousand
dollars, had been exhausted in de'
fending his case.
a i mi
The best quality of Baldwin apples
are worth only $1 a barrel in Maine,
including barrel. Corn is worth six
cents a bushel at Virdeu, III., nnd.
oats only eight cents at Des Moines'
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