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T W. GrBSOX,
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DIRECTORS. Wm.T. Den, B. M. Bailey. M. A
Handler. Frank E. Johnson, Luther Hoadley
Wm. Fraisher.
.JOIIX L. CARSOX,
A. R. DA VIOT. Cashier.
I. CMcNAUGIITON.Asst. Cashier.
President.
ESTABLISHED IN 1856.
O X, O E S T
ESTATE
AGBISTCY
IK" NEBRASKA.
William H. Hoover.
Does a general Real Estate Business. Sells
Lands on Commission, examines Titles,
make Deeds, Mortgages, and all Instru
ments pertaining to tne transfer of Real Es
tate. Has a
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to all Real Estate lu Nemaha County.
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OHEISTOPHEB ORINGEE.
Christmas Story of a
His Turke)'.
Miser and
BY MARGARET G. H. REYNOLDS.
Christopher was a miser.
We all know what thatjmeans, for
this little planet of ours is prodigal of
the animal.
He had the identicalj tight lips you
would expect to see on a man of his
tj'pe. His n ee was generous only in
size, -for speculation and hard bar
gaining were writtanall over It. Hie
small, greedy eyes were always steal
ing side looks, as if on the alert for
unwary game.
In a mean little shanty, standing
bare and cheerless on one of -the
bleak heights of the town, he lived
quite alone, with no companion but
bis money and his thoughts. He had
never married, being possessed of a
mortal dread of matrimonial expen
ses ; his days were invariably passed
in cheating whom he could, and plan
ning how, by "hook or crook," to in
crease his gaius ; his evenings in
counting the costs and gloating over
bin possessions, and hifl nights in
dreamiug that he was robbed or the
bank had failed. No one of his ac
quaintances ever attempted to ask
Cringer for a penny; they would as
soon think of scaling the moon as
overcoming hiB shrunken hearted av
arice. Strangers might innocently
alight on him with a oharitable sub
scription list, and Cringer, bound not
to lose the opportualtyj of saying a
good thing for himself, would declare,
with the look of a martyr, that he
bad half the poor of the neighbor
hood on his hands, not to mention
the small fortunes customarily paid in
at the church gatherings, whereupon
the stranger in question would take
his leave, scrupulously refraining
from pressing such a charitable soul.
It was coming panic time; never
were there promises of a harder win
ter. The poor went about the, street
with scared faces, and the rich held
fast to their income, and tried to make
it do double service.
Stowed away In a miserable attic
lived one of Cringer's teanants, a poor
widow, with only one child. Her
hands were worn thin from the wash
board, and her form, once, no doubt,
robust and well-shoped, now emacia
ted, drooping, and covered with scant
rags.
nigirvu me iieinnounj tis sue paBsea.
"May the good God look to her
needs."
Cringer was this woman's brother,
and she his only' living relative.
Nevertheless, If she failed in prompt
ly paying her rent no more mercy was
likely to be shown her than to any
other of the struggling tenants. So
the Bad time camewhen she began to
tremble for consequences. There was
no use iu looking around the room
for anything lo sell. Not a bit. A
pittance would buy the bed of straw,
the broken etool, and the one cup and
saucer. As for lamps or nil, thope
were the luxuries of the sweet long
ago.
"Come, Wllhelm," she half wailed,
pinning a blanket fragment over the
child' shoulders, and lifting him in
her arms; "we'll go to Cringer;
there's nothing else to'be done; and,
after I tell him how it is, if he wants
to turn us out to die in the snow,
why, let him ;" adding in an under
tone, "I don't know.but; ltwwould be
as well, after all."
Down went!her famished form, step
after step, descending feebly the dark,
narrow stairs, the little hungry child
clinging frail and wild to her neck.
Cringer was just sitting down to
his gruel when the rap sounded on
the door, and echoed with startling
clearness through the silent house.
"Save the mark !" said he, "this
may be Borne forward beggars want
ing something to eat, which, thanks
to my good sense, II have no notion of
obliging them with," and scowling
his brows together !he 'strode down
the stairs and opened the door with
an angry jerk.
When he sawghls sister'and the
pinched-visaged little child crouched
shivering on the threehold his jaw
fell, and threatenednever to take its
proper shape again, for he half guess
ed the cause ofiher visit.
"Well!" he said, in a voice like
crackling thorns, "what's the matter
now?"
"I can't walkanother step,Christo
pber," panted the freezing sister,
"you'll bave.tolhelpjraelup stalre. I
walked the wayjagainst the cutting
wind; I shouldn'twonder'if I were
going to die," and herteeth chattered
dolefuIly?as she, looked despairingly
aroundjher and triedjtoiriee.
"If she dies," thought he, "there'll
be the funeral expenses to pay ; of
course, for appearance sake, if noth
ing else, I'd have to undergo cost of
burial." "Well, get up !" he bawled,
"why don'tyoujgetupr'
"Christopher,you must carry Wil
helm ; I'm all kind of numb and fee
ble," she said, with a half moan,
firmly believing she hadn't another
ten minutes to live. On hear
ing this, Cringer, after delivering a
small rolley of grumbling epithets,
and consigning the child to foreign
regions, hoisted it under his arm,
meal-bag fashion, and proceeded to
push its mother on before him, with
a grip that made her beseech of him
to be gentle.
The heat of the room wasn't much
to boast of, but It revived the mother
and child, while Cringer, seemingly
BBOWNVILLE, NEBRASKA,
utterly indifferent to their presence,
sat in dogged Bilence, his hands over
the grate, which contained a few
coals, carefully surrounded with ash
es to prolong their life.
The olock ticked lonesomely
through the oheerless room, and the
gnarled branches of a tree, that seem
ed to straggle.over the dismal roof in
sheer pity, tapped peremptorily on
the frosty panes.
Cringer looked up startled, and met
Gretchen's joyless eyes.
"I can't pay my rent, Christopher,"
she said at last. "So I've come to tell
you that it isn't my fault. I've trav
eled a many weary jouoney, my broth
er, in search of work, but always, al
ways in vain ;" and- her low voloe fal
tered, and a con vulslve.sob stifled fur
ther utterance.
"There, now, if you're going to
bawl," roared the affectionate broth
er, "I want to Bee no more of you ; if
there is anything I bate more than
another, it is to see a woman make a
cry-baby of herself. It 'pears mighty
strange that other folks find enough
to do; look at the tenant on the same
flat with yourself. She pays her rent
up fair and square; how is it that she
gets along and you can't?"
"She is more fortunate than I am,
Christopher, that's all," said Gretch
en, rising, the hot tears failing on her
thin rags, and now and then making
wet, starry spots on the misor'e floor.
"I thought I would come and tell you
auy how, that you might know it
wapu'tmy fault. Gocd-by." And,
drawing her thin fhawl about her,
she took her child once more in ber
arms, and, eager to escape from a
place which held no welcome for her,
slowly, sadly moved toward the door.
"You're sure," said Cringer, fol
lowing her to the threshold with a
sudden fear that after all 6he might
die and put him to expense. "You're
sure 3'ou are all right, eh? That is,
you don't feel particularly sick or
anything of that sort?"
The si6ter paused iu wonder at this
anxiety manifested for her health.
Neglected as she had been, it sounded
like Bweet music to her to be ques
tioned with such apparent solicitude.
Nevertheless when she looked at her
brother's hard face there was some
thing there, which took the value
from his words, and caused her to
say, although her limbs were bending
beneath her with weakness and her
heart seemed icy and bursting:
"I am quite well, Christopher, orl
rent at prebent, but of course you
must expect to pay it.soon's you can,
to help me along with; ray taxes;
good-by ; good-by t' ye, Gretcheu,"
and he dosed the door upon her with
a smile that frightened her, and
peeped after her through the win
dows, and watched the snow fall
about her and her, child until they
disappeared from eight, and then ran
his hand nervously through his wiry
hair and shambled back to his gruel.
Somohow, as night fell, her large
dark eyes, wild with the hollowness
of hunger, haunted him, and the lit
tle spentJWilhelm'a wail seemed to fill
the lonely room. He rose from his
chair and shook his shoulders and
paoed the crumbling, jagged apart
ments restlessly. A long, dark ma
hogany cupboard stood in one corner,
and by way of escaping from his
present guilty state of mind he un
locked it, and'llfting from its Bhelf a
stingy-looking vial raised it to his
mouth, and took from thence a
draugh of brandy.
"Ah!" he said, as he smacked his
lips and laid it down, "that warms
me! that rejoices me? but I mustn't
grow fond of it; oh, no," ehaking
bis head, "no, no, it.'costs money.''
He was about to close the cupboard
again, when his eye, kindling with
savory reminiscences, rested ou some
thing. It was the skeleton of a leath
ery old gobbler that had followed him
for years, and which, when too aged
to walk, he bad killed and made a
meal of, with a view of lightening
bis butcher bill. He lifted it now be
tween his fingers, and, after carefully
examining It to see there waB nothing
left to pick, threw It on the hearth,
determined when morning came it
should help light the fire. Then he
locked bis cupboard, put the key
carefully under bis pillow, and Bat
down before the grate to think of his
money, and how much he was out by
his sister's unpaid rent bill. Then he
began to wonder if she had got home
safe, adding aloud, "I've done my
share in not pressing her for the rent;
she's lucky not to be out on the Blde
walk to-night instead of under a
warm roof. Yes, it stands to reason,
it must be warm ; warmer at any rate
than outdoors would be, even If she
hasn't a fire; well, if she hasn't,
that's ber look-out I don't see why
I bother myself thinking over it. If
I never existed she would have to get
along without me, I suppose."
In this strain be continued for some
time for the purpose of easing his
conscience, which never before seem
ed to start up and approach him as
now, when suddenly the air around
blm appeared to thicken to a black
mass, and rising in the midst stood the
gobbler, Btretching its long skeleton
neck, over which a thin life-like skin
drew itself until it covered the whole
body.
Cringer started and shivered as if
something cold had been poured
down hie back, especially when the
gobbler began to bristle with pin
feathers that shone like ebarp nee
dies of fire and stalked townrd him
flames spouting from his big round
t eyea.
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 25. 1879.
"You know me, Cringer!" it Baid,
In a tone that would, admit of no de
nial. T have the honor, indeed," said
Cringer, thinking it best to be polite,
whereupoh he bowed meekly and
rubbed his hands with a ghost of a
smile, as he edged Btealthily away,
wilh-one eye on the door and the oth
er on his visitor.
"That's no go, Cringer; come back
and sit just where I found you," said
the gobbler.
'Oh, certainly, by all means,"
trembled poor
Christopher, still
backiniejtoward tbMloox-wIth
a suo-
resslon of respeoji! bowSithatlthreat-,
ened torDa3'.1,oI
happy 6,y9j.r,company indeed, were
jt not.J-hatbusineas calls me else
wherebnBlness of great importance,
upon honor."
At which overture the gobbler pour
ed fourth a wild, ridiculous laugh
that caused Cringer to leap in the air
with terror and sent mocking eohoes
resounding through every corner of
the thin old Bhanty, adding, "What's
the business? The poor, I suppose?
Maybeyou're going to will them your
gruel. Come, old fellow, get on my
baok !
"Your back!" bawled the miser."
"I I think I'll do very well where I
am." Jm
At iftis juncture his barnyard friend
took a threatening stride toward him,
and bristled all over in a way that
made poor Cringer shake in his Bhoes.
"Is not my back a fine one? I
think'(here the gobbler rubbed his
toe slightly up the Bide of bis nose), I
thlnk.If my memory serves me, there
was a time when you liked my back
very well, eh, boy?1'
"Your Honor," faltered the miser,
thinking to flatter his old friend by
high titles, "your Honor'll admit you
were pretty well advanced In yeare,
and likely to die soon. I didn't eat
you out of Ill-will or anything of that
kind, I'll take my oath on't. Of course
' and. here he experienced a Budden
qualm of the limbs. "I hope, of
course, sir, you'rf) not making that
out as a reckoning against me ?"
"There's reckonings enough made
out against you," the gobbler said,
significantly. "Ask me no more
questions, but do as I bid you. Get
on my back."
Cringer was quite certain now that,
to use his own expression, " 'twas all
up with him."
rfTwfcyy-uylyjjj.p0Werfii! agen-l
01 trueiuuct -EODOier coma ne lniiu
enced by it, he sank on his knees,
overcome by the extremity of his feel
ings, and besought his visitor to take
a shilling and call It square, but the
latter, before Cringer oould recover
his breath, straightened up, and, with
a fierce plunge, mounted the distract
ed miser on his back, which, inBtead
of being warm, as it appeared, was
ominously cool, and flew with him
through the roof, and up into the
clouds, from which sleet and snow
were thickly falling.
"Well," said the gobbler,? taking
breath and balancing himself in the
air, "bow do jou feel, Crinjrer?"
"Oh, what an uncharitable ques
tion !" gasped Christopher, convuls
ed in voice and limb with cold.
"Then you wouldn't like to be
without a fire, eh!" and the gobbler
lifted his foot and gave
Crineer's
whisker an insulting pull. It
frozen all around his mouth
had
into
bristling Icicles.
"Of course I don't like the cold,"
whined the miser, getting as anpry
as he dared ; "don't you see the state
I am in? Is all this torture because
I eat you, 'cording to the custom of
my country?"
Here he began to tremble with such
violent chills that bis cocked hat and
blouse flew off, until quite shelterless
he stood in the blast, and then, seized
with new wonder, exclaimed :
"It Btrikes me your Eminence bears
this cold quite stoically 1"
"Ob, I don't feel it," said the gob
bler, with a complacent look of com
fort that caused the miser a pang of
envy; "I never wilfully made any
one cold when I lived In your world,
you know ; that's why!"
"Indeed," said Cringer, with as
tbougbifu! a look as his shivering
visage could command, "that is tome
a new idea;" but, his meditations
were soon broken in upon by a sud
den flight of the gobbler's, who
plunged him through the elements,
circled over a range of buildings, and,
like a flash, flew down a chimney,
through which neither smoke nor
heat was emitting. Alighting in the
fireplace, he bid Cringer peep through
the crack of the flreboard.
"I can't," said Cringer; "everyone
of my whiskers are turned into
stioks of Ice."
"Obey!" reiterated the gobbler, in
toneB that made Cringer tremble in
spite of himself.
Whose house do you see?"
"Mine, sure enough !" gasped
Crlnper, growing interested ; "my
tenant block, a? I'm alive."
"Listen awhile, and tell me what
you see?"
Cringer pressed his face so close to
the fireboard that his sharp nose pro
truded through the crack, and he had
hard work to pull it back again with
out losing Its top.
Circuling around a cold hearth were
a poor woman and three little chil
dren, her husband half reclining
some distance apart on a meager pal
let of straw, his cheek, pale and ema-
I dated, resting on his hand and a look
i of suffering In
his eye that would
i touch the hardest heart,
They are every bit as cold a9 you,
Cringer," said the gobbler, drawing
bis formidable bill uncomfortably
near Christopher's nose, as if dying
for a peck at it.
"Not quite, your Honor," wbb the
mock apology. "There's no icicles
bangibg from them."
"They're cold for all that," said his
companion, irately.
"Ab you pleaBe. my Lord," accom
panied with protestetiqns of obedi
ence to whatever opinion his gobbler
ship might think proper to venture.
Listen to what they say," was the
next command, delivered with ter-
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Irtmuk-
gerbeard.
"It is a gloomy prospect for ub, Mar
cel," the wifa exclaimed in a trem
bling voice. "I expect every min
ute to see Cringer after hia rent; 'tis
due to-day, you know."
"Yes, I know," said the husband,
dreamily.
"He has no heart, you know, even
for his own poor siater," she went on;
"but, oh, freezing and starving here
as we are, I would still choose our lot
before his ; no one io love nim in life,
no one to mourn him in death no
one to find it possible to speak a word
in bis praise; the poor trembllnrr at
sound of his step, and rejoicing at hie
departure; -the very dogs of the street
are shy of him, who has no word of
kindness, or no gentle act for either
man or beast."
" 'Tis sufficient that God seeB all.
dear," the huBband said, taking one
of his little children's hands between
his and trying lo rub some heat in
to it.
"Riddle me this, pa," said the little
one, cheered by the warmth infused
into her puny palm. "What is It,
come whether at night or morning, Is
sure to come with a greedy warning?"
"Cringer!" shouted the ohildren,
clapping their bands and dancing
around, "that's Cringer!" "Now,
listen to me, pa," said another; "who
Is it that, let him come nightor day,
every one's glad when he goes away?"
"Cringer!" shouted the children
again, in clamorous chorus. "Cringer!
Oho, Cringer, of course!"
"My turn next," cried another.
"Who is it that, when at last he'll
die, will make forthe worms a stingy
pie
o
"Cringer;! Cringer! Although if I
were a worm" said one, "I think he'd
taste awful bitter to me, 'cause that's
how blooks."
comfort blm, anyway, for hia spirit
will have found out by that time that
'tis hard to go to heaven without a
pass."
"Well, who Is to blame but him
self?" said the oldest, "he's been
making the bolts all his life to bar
himself out; 'twould be funny enough
if a miser should be let into heaven
among all the angels and all the good
saints who have labored so hard iu
this world to get inside the gates of a
better."
"Children," said the father, "it is
your duty to speak well of the foolish
old man.'
This remark created a general out
burst of laughter.
"Speak well of Cringer!' they all
cried in a breath. "Why pa, we
couldn't do that unless we made
something up; and immediately they
cuddled closer together, and Cringer
could see they were still having a de
lightful time comparing'notes as to
who could make the best rhyme over
him.
In the midst of It all their mother
was folding a thin ebawl about her,
and, after rubbing her blue hands to
gether, took from Its place on the
mantel a small mirror, and, hiding it
under her arm, half whispered, "Oh,
provident God, grant I may bo en
abled to sell this; for he dies before
my eyes in need of medicine, and my
little ones, poor things, famishing!
famishing!' Then she hurried away
on her errand, the wind flapping her
scant rags about her and cutting ber
limbs with its sharp edge.
"You could prevent that, Cringer,'
said the gobbler, flying with him still
further up the ohimuey, and bidding
him to look once more through the
fireboard.
"What d'y see now ?' be asked.
Cringer, with falling jaw, shook
from head to foot.
"What d'ye see?' screamed the gob
bler, fiercely ; "answer me.'
"Death!" gasped Christopher; "she
is dead, and little Wilhelm cold and
stiff beside her!'
"Who is dead?' demanded his stern
companion.
"My sister; ah! poor Gretohen !'
and a hot tear melted the frost, from
his eyes as he gazed.
"Your own flesh and blood, Cring
er; that's pretty hard, eh?' and up
chimney again swooped the gobbler
into the shrill blast; but, Bomehow,
although he suffered as before, Cring
er felt he deserved it, and kept his
mouth closed on complaint, when
sudddenly his companion shook him
off his back, and he found himself
tumbling through Bpace, flinging out
his arms with terror-btrlcken yells,
and trying in vain to catch at some
thing for support, while continually
before his eyes floated a beautiful va
por, which gradually developed into
a figure with drooping, sorrowful
head, and sweet, mournful eyes. Soft
ly it raised its shining-finger and
pointed to a blank scroll and Idle
i quill, over which it seemed to preside.
"Soon,' it said with a glance of re-
(proach that pierced the miser's heart,
"I am Charity ! Through your whole
i life you have not placed it in my pow -
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er to write on yonder scroll one-act to
reoommend you, and yet I only await
your command.'
At that moment a loud crash, re
sounded through the shanty, and
Cringer fuud himself in the narrow
limits of the coal-box at the hearth,
his legs in the air, and his head buried
in ashes, into which rather undesira
ble position he bad fallen from his
time-honored high-backed arm-chair.
3orambliug to his feet he glared
around.
There lay the skeleton of the old
gobbler where be bad pitched it, and
there. 6ure enourrh. hewaa.under.hisi
I ii .i. mhii m ' ' f t - i tS-
'
"Then It was only a dream after
all,' he faltered, in a voice that could
scarcely control a whisper. "Sure
enough it was only a dream,' he ad
ded, shambling over to the window
and looking out. "Yes; there's the
snow and the sky and the old well and
henroost.'
Suddenly bestaggered back, catch
ing at the old arm-chair for support.
"What if it should be so after all !'
he gasped, ''and she dead, and the lit
tle one stiff and cold beside her, and
I, wretched man, the cause of it!'
Snatching his cocked hat and slip
ping himself into a great shaggy coat,
he rushed precipitately from the
bouse, aud those who knew his slow,
calculating step paused in wonder to
look after him aB he hurried breath
lessly on his way.
Gretchen had managed to gather a
few cinders from a neighboring ash
barrel, and was hopefully trying to
make them glow on the hearth over
which little Wilhelm crouched, when
Cringer softly opened the door and
stood in their midst.
The sister, on Beelng him, gave a
desolate shriek, and ran toward him
with outstretched, gesticulatingarms,
crying :
"Don't speak! Don't speak! Don't
tell me you have changed your mind
aud are going to deprive us of shelter.
Oh, Cnristopher!' and she flung her
self on ber knees at his feet, choked
with tears and sobs. "Am I not your
own sfiter? Think of our mother
looking down from heaven on this
aotf thiuk of her, if you never have
before since her death ! For her sake!
for her sake! Look at the cold
winds, how they whistle and moan !
Oh, Father of Mercy!' and she
caught her spent hands above hDr
head, and turned her imploring eyes
to heaven, "soften his heart!' Then,
nonrt
arms and, holding him under the eyes
of Cringer, continued, in the incohe
rence of agitation : "Why should he
suffer? Oh, Christopher, let his in
nocence plead for him ; drive mc
forth, if you will, but give my poor
babe a resting place!'
Her voice faltered, her face became
deadly pule ; long-continued suffer
ing here had its climax. She sauk
into a swoon helpless, despairing
and literally stricken with woe.
And Crinker, who all this time had
Btood before her In a state bordering
on stupefaction, on seeing the terror
his very preeence created, caught her
up in his arms, crying out with heart
breaking pathos:
"Ah! poor, bister, am I then too
late?'
It was many weeks before Gretch
en again'awoke to consciousness. But
when she did at last recover, it was
to find herself surrounded with every
luxury, and to meet in Christopher a
tender-hearted protector, who not
only proved a Lord Bountiful to her
self and Wilhelm, but to every one of
his poor tenants.
"A miracle! A charming miracle,
surely !' eveo'body said ; aud Cringer
looked on and enjoyed. the commo
tion. One by one the grins of avarice dis
appeared from his face. His neigh
bors hailed his genial smile with
welcome, and, instead of 'Old
Cringer, he was called,
with avowed respect, "Mr.
Cringer.' His shoulders straightened
up as if they had got rid of a disagree
able load ; hia form grew buoyant and
young. Hh heart, no longer crude
and cold, reflected its love aud chari
ty in his own candid, happy eye?;
and evening after evening, as he sat
by hia sister's Bide in the home of
comfort he had provided for her aud
her child, aud looked on the joy and
contentment in their face?, he had
reason to hope that the Angel of Char
ity no longer mourned over her blank
scroll, but was filling him out a pass
port for a better world.
Loui-iana's election took place yes
terday and resulted in increased Dem
ocratic gains. Bepublicans North
will begin to mistrust after a while
the reports of a disruption in the Sol
id South. The South is solid in its de
termination to restrict liberty of
Lpeecb and of the ballot. They have
. intimidated the negroes from voting
against the bull-dozers' wishes, and
now announce with much gusto that
"many negroe9 voted the Democrat
ic ticket." The simple fact remains
that in spite of Independent move
ments aud open letters from promi
nent Southern leaders, the South is
just as solid to-day as it was three
yearB ago. Any attempt at outvoting
the rebel brigadiers on their own soil
is entirely uselesa. What remains
for the Republican party to accom
plish is to eee to it that Democratic
nttpmnta tn hrinr spetlnnul mofhnria
of political oppression into national
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OFFICIAL TAPER OFTIIECCrMY
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A StraugcIKoHiance,
That "truth is stranger than fiction"
Is once more amply exemplified by the
following curious narrative, which
readies the Ifazione from it- corres
pondent at Lucca: "Some yeara ago
a native of Casamagglore emigrated
to America, leaving behind him ghis
wife and two children. Shortly after
his arrival in the states, where he
promptly found lucreiive employ
ment, he sent 100 lire to the prie&t of
his native place to be by him con
veyed to his family. A few months
IIater4thl3remICtancewas followed by
a second of 1.000 lire"; and at subse
quent periods other sums were for
warded In the same manner to the
total amount of 25,000 lire, or 1,000;
The priest, however, to whomall this
was transmitted, put it in his own
pocket. One day, having coma to
the conclusion that he had derived
sufficient profit from his agency, he
sent for the woman and informed
her, with many consolatary reflect
ions, that her husband was dead.
About the same time he wrote to the
emigrant, 6tatitij that the latter'a
wife and children had succumed to
an epidemio whioh had all but depop
ulated Casauiaggiore, and Inclosed in
this letter an official certificate of
their death aud burial. It appears
that after a while the emigrant, be
lieving himself to be a widower mar
ried again. He prospered iq busi
ness, became a wealthy man, and a
few mouths ago determined to revisit
the place of his birth. In due time
be arrived with his second wife and
family at Casamaggoire, where he
took up his quarters in the principal
inn. Strolling out to look up some
of his acquaintances, a little beggar
boy followed him, importuning him
for alms. Something In the child's
appearance arretted; his attention.
He asked the boy his name, and
found his own son. Further inqui
ry soon elicited the fuct that his wife
and two children were living, but in
the most abject poverty and distress.
The reverend embezzler, when con
fronted with his vitstims, offered to
refund the twenty-five thousand lire,
but the affair had come to the knowl
edge of the police authorities, who re
fused to permit any compromise, and
arrested the holy man, against whom
proceedings have been taken by the
state. Meanwhile, his unfortunate
exparishioner finds himtelf saddled
with two living wives and families,
'""w"";,, -"tiocoiclttltTia upon hia nlToo-
speaking, nothing to choose eltner
way." London Telegraph.
Sweet Things.
The Interest which has, within the
last few years, been awakened in tho
cultivation of the sorghumjeane will
doubtless receive a new impulse from
the proceedings of the Cane Growers'
Convention, whlcb;has just finished
its session in St. Louis. The reports
from various localities where experl
mentd have been made were so startl
ing in the figures which they pre
sented that our farmers will do well
to Ptudy a few of the facts- in relation
to the growth and present condition
of the industry.
The sorghum cane was introduced
into the United States In 1S50. Ow
ing to a lack of knowledge of the
proper process necessary to produce
sugar, little besideB molasses was ex
tracted from the stalk prior to 1876.
In 1S70, 0,750.000 gallons of syrup
were produced and in 1S70 more than
17,000,000 gallons, of which 10.000,000
gallons were manufactured in the
States of Indiana, Ohio. Illinois, Ken
tucky and Missouri. Within the last
few years, only, attention has been di
rected lo the saccharine qualities of
the pyrup, and a most excellent arti
cle of sugar has resulted from the op
erations of a number of cane-growers.
One establishment last year at
Crystal Lake, Illinois, ha9 made 45,
000 pounds of fine bugar marketable
at a price equal to that of the best gol
den cane. The great ..trouble under
which the cane-growers labor Is the
Inadequate knowledge possessed by
the manufacturers of the best pro
cesses for crystaliziug the sugar. The
convention called upon Congress to
make an appropriation to establish
scboolB of instruction in the growing,
of thejeane and the manufacture of
ttie sugar. The soil and climate of
Nebraska are well adapted to sorghum
caue culture, and it Is hoped Borne
enterprising farmers will follow the
example of the Minnesota, Wisconsin
and Illinois farmers, who have made
the sorghum cane a profitable article
of production. A sorghum sugar fac
tory In Omaha would doubtless stim
ulate sorghum cane culture. No
branch of industry will, in our opin
ion, promise hotter returns on the cap
ital invested. Bee.
"Pity lie Drinks!"
It ia a customary thing among a
certain class of noodles, whenever
they see some worthless fellow going
to the dogs from drink, to say :
"What a pity he drinks ! If he would
ouly leave whisky alone he would be
a great man !'
Now this is simply rubbish! Many
a fool has got a reputation for genius
by becoming a drunkard, who, if he
remained sober, would be recognized
for what he is a mau of as little men
tal power as moral restraint.
The safest and surest measure of In
tellectuality Is the power it gives to
the mau of brains to govern hiruxelf
and control his passions. He thar,
. -
t f' a '?3e rel"j lm paeons and
' follows hl3 appetites to degradation.
Elve8 the best nobble eir1nn0 of n'
l weak and feeble braiu.