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0. W. rAIRBKfHER & CO,, Proprietor CALVERT. : : NEBRASKA. Tim FLEMISH BELLS. Thoftells cast by tho famous tnoldcr, Vnn don Uhoyn, of Louvuln, nro sold to havo lost nil tho swoctnoss thoy had it hundred yonra ago- Sndly ho shook hi f rostod hond, Listening mid tanning on his cano; 41 Nny I uin llko tho bells," ho suld, " Cost by tho tnoldor or Louvnln. " Of ton you' vo trnd of tholr mystlo powers, Floating o'er Flanders' dull lagoons; How thoy would hold tho lazy hours Meshed in a net uf goldou tunes. " Never Bitch bells as thoso worn heard, Echoing ovor tho sluggish tldo; Now llko a storm-crash now llko a bird. Flinging tholr carillons far and wide. ' Tbero In Louvnln thoy swing to-day, Up In tho turrets whoro long thoy'ro ; ' swung; J . But the rare cunning of yore, thoy sny, Somehow has dropped from tho brazen ton true. Over them shines tho samo palo sky, Under them stretch tho snmo lagoons: Out from tho belfries, blrd-llko lly, . As from n nest, tho samo sweet tuno3; Ever tho samo and yet wo know Nono are entranced theso lator times, Just as tho listeners long tigo Wero, with tho wonder of tholr chimes. ' Something elusive ns vlowloss air, Something wo cannot understand, Strangely lias vanished of tho raro , Skill of tho inoldor's master hand. " Bo when you plead that llfo Is still run, usui oiu,Tiin iingun Tlnil I tnnvhnti,- Ita intuit. iU Full, as of old, -with tingling Joy Just as I heard it when a boy nil, " All I can say, Is: Youth has passed Mufltorof magic falls and swells Hearing away tho cunning cast Into the molding of tho bolls 1" Margaret J. Preston, in Ccnturu Magazine. - THE DUEL ABOUT MISS IMOGENE. Miss Iraogcnc Do Forest was eighteen years old, n beauty and a belle. Girls of all kinds if thoy live, can be eighteen years old; but to bo a beauty and abello needs a eoncurrenco of favorablo cir cumstances. In Miss Imogeno theso fa vorable circumstances wore of adecidod order. She had a lovely face, a grace ful figure, and she was tho only cliild of tho lion. Lysander Do Forest, an ex Governor, an ex-Senator, and a proba ble foreign minister. Besides, sho had a vory respectable private fortune, though young Jefferson Duval and Captain Milton Fontaine both averred that was tho voiy least point in her charms, and not worthy to bo named with her dark eyes and her bewitching smile. Girls of eighteen aro not all wise, and perhaps Miss Imogeno be lieved this; at any rate sho looked as if sho believod it; and both Duval and Fontaine had many hours in which they certainly lirmly believed it. When wandering in tho moonlight under the orange-trees, or when whirling through thojyalt, in some splendid feast, thoy were both quite certain that nothing but Miss Imogeno' s personal loveliness en tered iAdo their dreams concerning her. Hitherto, though both pretenders to Imogeno' s favor, they had preserved tho semblance of friendship. Duval rather hvishod to do so; it gave him an honora ble opportunity of watching his rival's chances; and Lontaino was of that order of men who like a littlo opposition. Ho intended at some favorablo opportunity to make a coup cFctat and at once and forever put poor Duval out of tho pain ful uncertainties of love. For somehow ho regarded his own success as certain, and if the confident heart wins tho fair lad) and the faint ono loses her, ho had some reason for his blissful.security. Ono lovely evening in tho charming May for May is charming in Central Texas Imogeno was slowly riding across a prairie that was one billowy sea of grass and flowers. Duval was by her sido, reciting liyron in a very touch ing manner. Imogeno had casually noticed that two horsemen had emerged from a littlo wood, and wcro slowly fol lowing them; and she had also noticed that thoy had passed, at rather closer quarters than sho liked, a herd of cattlo feeding. Whether tho magnificent bull leading them was irritated by Duval's iloating scarlet necktie, or by tho poe try, or by motives beyond human com prehension, is uncurtain, but his anger was positivo enough. Hollowing and tearing up tho ground, hecamo furious ly nfter tho lovers. Poetry and senti ment collapsed, and tho first law of aturo promptly assorted itself. Both put their horses to their utmost speed, but the prospoot was not cheor ing. In fact, the question, was this: Would tho bull or tno horses have tho best of it in a raco ovor two mile3of open prairie? " He is gaining on us, Duval, and I am turning sick and faint. Oh, what shall I do?7' 'Lot us separate. Ho cannot follow "both, and perhaps ho will select mo." Suddenly tho shouts of tho men bo hind attracted their attention. Imo- gono glanced fearfully around. Tho two horsemen sho had noticed wore coining on at a thundoring pacoj and before sho could chock or turn her horse, ono of them had risen in his -stirrups, and thrown a lasso around tho furious animal. It was now evident that Governor Do Forest was ono of theso horsomon; tho other, who still Jiold tho ropo, was quito unknown both to Duval and Imogeno. The Governor quickly dispatched tho bull with his rifle, and then, as tho herd wero ovidontlv crowim? uncasv. tho whole party rode rapidly home. Thanks and introductions wero practically de layed, although tho stranger know that o Chunks and no introduction would over bo more satisfactory to him thnu tho glance and smile ho hud received in the swiftest moment from Imogeno. Duval was vorv unhannv. IIo won dered if ho had behaved In a cowardly manner. The whole affair had been so sudden and rapid ho could noither ana lyze his feelings nor his actions. Imo geno had only said that sho " quito ex cused him." Had thero boon anything to excuse? And then this strmifroi-l Tin was quito as inoxplienblo. Govornor Do rorost nau simply introduced him r "Mr. John Winthrop." Ho was a l man, with a plain, positivo face.,1)3 skin was tanned, his hair light, 'll(l llis eyes of that steely bluo which p'vnysau novs weak and iiicnn-ililn nni.OllS. Mr. Winthrop mailo vorvg1"1 of tM0 adventure, and gave all tld credit of tho rescue to the Governor, except perhaps for ono moment, in 'hlch Imopeno and ho onoo more changed eyes. Tho news soon spread through tho littlo town, nnd Fontaine was vry indignant at fate. " If only j hnd boon with Miss Imo geno! Managing wjld cattle was a triflo to him. Ho would rather have enjoyed such an encounter than otherwise. Ho had half a'dozen plans always ready for such emergencies," etc. And really ho did look so gallant ana' so hundsomo that most girls would luvo been willing to face a herd of wiW buffaloes under his protection. Duval felt FontnMo's bravado a por sonal slight, butj-'o did not wish Imo geno tho subject of a quarrel, and after a rather unsatisfactory visit the two men wont homo together. However, next morning Captain Fon taino had tho most graceful littlo noto from Miss Imogeno, asking him to bring his guitar and assist hor in entertaining a few guests that evening. Duval hail also one, equally flattering; for ittouoh ingly referred to their mutual danger and escape, and hoped ho would como prepared to finish tho exquisite poem which had been ao terribly interrupted. Tho evening was a remarkablo ono in many respects. Scarcely over had tho ex-Governor's mansion boon so profuse ly decorated and so brilliantly illumin ated, and to tho magnificent feast pre pared all tho principal magnates of tho neighborhood had been invited. Imogeno had never looked so bcwil dcringly unreal and poetic. Her oval face, with its creamy color and soft dark eyes, was crowned witli great waves of black hair and snowy flowers, and hor long drapery of sonio soft silky tissuo seemed to shimmer and glance liko a lairy robe, as with winning smiles and gracious, graceful manners sho llittod to and fro among tho guests. John Winthrop was among thorn; IIo did not dance, and ha did not sing, and he smiled qucerly at tho very idea of his rceitinjr poetry; consequently neither 'Duval nor Fontaino felt uneasy about his lnllucncc. Indeed, ho seemed only to bo able to converse on two subjects property and politics. Still, he had one great advantage ho staid in tho samo house with Imogcnc, and could see hor in many favorablo moments forbidden to less happy mor tals. But Duval, who watched him closely, was soon convinced lie was in different to this immense favor; for Du val had found opportunities of putting very clover leading questions to Mr. Winthrop, and that gentleman had an swered them with tho greatest candor. Indeed, he was so much moro polite and sympathetic than ho expected that Duval, who really longed for a confi dant, poured out his wnolo soul to him, nnd asked John candidly what was his opinion about his own nnd Fontaine's chances. Did lie really think that Fon taine would winlmogenoP , John said ho know very littlo of wom en, but ho thought Fontaine would not win Miss Imogono. It is a comfort to havo a confidant, and Duval 'brightened so much under tho process of pouring out his hopes to John that Fontaino noticed tho cliango, nnd began to fear that his rival had com fort and encouragement of which ho did not know. Ho was pondering this question vory gloomily ono night when no mot John Winthrop. How it happened ho never could tell, but in five nfmutcs the two men wcro talking of Imogeno, and Fon taino had told John all Ms hones and fears with' regard to hor. John listonod witli interest, and even encouragod tho conversation, though ho tried to moder ate Fontaine's complaints of Duval. " For," said ho, "it is only right to tell you that I am also Duval's confi dant. I must say tho aflair is full of interest to me, and 1 can partly under stand how it fills and colors all tho hours of your two lives. For me, things aro different. If I should fall in lovo, I could not afford to loso either an hour's tinio or an hour's sleep about any woman." In this way matters wont on for somb .weeks. John was the known confidant of both men, a post not 'half ns 'difficult as it appoars at first sight. For Fon taino ofUm wanted to say something about, Duval ho did not care to say to Duval' 9 face. IIo therefore made the remark to John, hoping that ho would bo his mouth-pieco; and it is needless to say that Duval followed tho samo plan. John smiled, nnd smoked, and list ened, nnd kept vory quiet a thing easy enough to do, for both lovers only cared to hear themselves complain. That thoy kept up so long an appearance. of friendship was ontirolv duo to John's wisp reticence, and hfs charitablo ren dering of such scraps of conversation as h folt obliged to report. But smouldoring flro cannot always bo controlled, and ono night, when Imo geno had been very haughty and cross to both Duval and tontnino, thoy unfort unately met on tho piazza of their ho tel. Duval was despondent and pros trate, Fontaino angry and scornful, nnd Duval's air unconsoiously irritatod him. ' How ill-tomporod Miss Imogono was to-night!" ho said, fretfully, Hinging Ids half-smoked cigar into tho street. "Miss Imogono is never ill-teniporcd," answered Duval, warmly. "I will not allow you to say such a thing." i ye yioxv allow mo? Understand j Bj,.i say what I choose about that jft(j, I do not recognizo your right to ,j.snd" her." " Nor I yours to blamo hor." ' Pot-haps I havo more right than vou know of." "That is a lying insinuation; you aro no gentleman to make it." " Do you dare to say it Is a Ho?" " Yes, I don't mind saying it is a solid ,lic." "You know tho consequences of that speech, I supposo?" " I know them vory well. lam not afraid of you." " Duval! Duval! I'll" "Oh, keop cool, Fontaino! Send your second to mo nt midnight. If your valor holds till morning, Fllglvo younehanco to provo it." "Vory well, sir. Understand this goes to the bitter ond. I will receive no apology not tho most abject one." " No apology will bo offered you." Then Duval flung his hat on his head, untied his horso, and rodo rapidly up tho stroot. Ho wont, in fact, to John Winthrop to ask him to make tho propor arrangements for a meeting between Fontaine and himself tho next day. After a littlo persuasion, John agreed to do so; but ore Duval left, Fontaine tapped smartly at John's door, and made tho Bamo request. Tho two opponents bowed to each other, but loft all speech to John, who, in truth, scorned admirably adapted for the part ho found himsolf almost obliged to play. Ho tried first to effect a reconcilia tion, but finding that impossible mado tho straugo proposition that ho should act as second for both. "Gentlemen," ho said, with a winning courtesy, "you aro both equally my friends, and I am honestly disposed to do equal justice to each. Fix on some place nnd hour, and I will bring my friond Dr. Allon, and seo everything as pleasantly and honorably settled as possible" Both Duval and l'ontaino bowed to this proposal. Porhaps neither of thom was in heart as blood-thirsty as ho pro tended, and a peaceably inolinud second has a great doal in his powor. So a lit tlo wood about two miles out of town was fixed upon, and sunsot tho following day was tho fated hour. John had in sisted on this delay, partly he said, hc causo ho still hoped tho principals might chango their minds, and partly becauso it would allay any suspicion which their quarrel and Into visit to himself might arouse. So both Duval and Fontaino were at their usual desks in tho morning, and their evening horseback rido was so comnlon and natural that no one at tached any unusual meaning to it. Both men arrived at tho designated spot by different roads, but within two minutes of each other. Duval bowed, leaned against a tree and smoked what might bo his last cigar. Fontaino pneed nervously up and down, waiting with great impatience John's arrival with tho appointed weapons, which both men had intrusted to him. The sunsot. Tho littlo wood got darker and darker so dark at last that Duval's cigar mado a distinct glow. Still, John did not come. . Neither liked to make the first ro mark, yot it was evident that for soma cause or other their wounded honor would havo to endure another twelve hours' wrong. Yet Duval was just lighting another cigar, when a littlo negro boy camo running through tho wood. " Done found you at last, Mas'r Jeff. Thought you'd done shootcd onoh other for sure. Ps been a-lookin' all round yar sinco sundown." " What havo you como hero for?" "Mass'r John Winjhrop sond deso two loiters for sure ho did, now." "Whoro is he?" "Dono gono." "Fontaino," said Duval, "will you have a match to read yours byP" " Thank you, Duval, I will." So by tho light of a succession of lucifera both gentlomon read tho fol lowing words: "My friond, I am opposed to duels- on prin ciple; so lsmyloarbrido, who hope you will both romombcr hor too kindly to stain hor immo with your blood. Your littlo foolish uuarrol hurrlod our arrangements, which had been mado for a month lator. Vou -will boo how tho wisdom ot tho ndvico I havo always given you both. John WiNTiinor. Thcro was a moment's dead silence, then Duval said: Fontaino, we havo no quarrel now; and if wo hnvo, wo havo no weapons. Supposo wo go back to tho hotel and havo supper?'rar pert Weekly. The Testimony of Daniel Webster. In all that has been royivod of the life mid words of Daniel Webster in this centenary of his birth nothing has great er value, or bettor shows the clearness and grasp of his intellect, than a sen tence out of his early confession of re ligious belief, wherein ho says of tho doctrine of tho Trinity, as ho finds it in the Biblo, but is unable to comprehend it: " T hold it my duty to believe, not what I can comprehend, or account for, but what my Master teaches mo." Tho man who refuses to accept anything from tho Scripturo which is beyond tho scope of his reasoning faculties might as well fco without tho Biblo as with it. If ho insists on conforming God to his ideas of what God ought to bo, ho itfon tho inclined plane toward tho grossost Paganism bringing down God toman's imago and standards. If ho trios .to conform his idens of God to God's reve lation of Himself ho is nt tho foot of tho ladder which reaches from tho earth to the seventh heaven. Thoro is no hope of any gain to a man who has no higher standard than his unaided reasoning faculties. S. S. Times. If wo wore to follow tho absurd rula novor to spoak until wo havo something to say many of us might just as well havo been born dumb. Youths' Department. JIWS. STRAWBERRY JAM. "Dear mot" said Mrs. Strawberry Jam, A-gruwIng vory rod, " AN fiat a most unfortunato creature-1 nm; I cun searco hold up my head. To think that I should live- to seo An insult ottered llko this to mot That I should b placod on tho vory samo shelf (Oh doarl I hardly know inysulf) Hy tho sldo of that odious Illnokbnrry Jam That vulgar, common, Maokborry Janil" So sho fumed and fretted, hour by hour. Growing less and loss oontontod, Till her temper becamo so thoroughly sour That sho at Inst fermented; WhlloMr. lllaokberry Jam kept still, And lot her hnvo hor say Kept a unlet hoart, as blackberries will. And grow sweeter ovory day. Ono morn thoro stripped: at nmno Smlther's fenoo Tho parson-tosay that ho might, Jly tho kind permission or I'rovidunco, Take tea with hor that night. And tho good old lady, hlosslng hor-lot, Hastened to open hor strawberry pot. "Oh, what u horrible mess? Dear doarl Not a berry lit to oat Is bore. After nil," putting It down with a slam, "Nothing will keep llko gtwxl IHnokborryJam, Honest, rollablo, Hlaokborry Jam." Mrs. Strawborry J. went Into tho pall: Oh my what a dlro dlsgnioul And tho pig utu hor up, with a twitch of his bill -..n1' ft trouble! expression of face hilo lllaokberry J., In a lovoly glass dish, Sat along with tho broad and honey, And thought, whllo happy ns hoart oonld wish, Well, things turn out vory funny." -St. miwhu. THE THREE KNIVES. A Story of tho Kngllsh North Country. " So you want mo to toll you a story about a ghost, do you, children?" said, Parson Goodhnrto, looking up from his book, with a queer littlo twinklo in tho corner of his dark-gray oyes, as his threo nephews and two nieces camo trooping around tho snug arm-chair in which ho was sitting by tho fire. "Well, that won't bo vory easy, bceauso I nov or saw a ghost myself, and I've never met any one else who had, either. But 1 onco know a man who thought ho hail seen one or felt ono, rather and a. vory serious nmttor it wjis for him, as you shall hear. "Whon I first camo horo as a young curate, long beforo any of you young folks wero born, every man, woman and child in tho village bolioved as firmly in ghosts, witches and all that nonsonso, as thoy bolioved that tho sun shone or that tho wind blew. "I've seen a strapping follow six feet high, big and strong enough to knock a horso down, go half a milo out of his way rather than pass after dark a spot whore a highwayman had been hangod in uhains; and moro than ono old wom an was seared into fits by a white cow suddenly getting up from behind a hedge, as sho was going homo through tho fields in the twilight. "As for tho ehurch-yard, all the mon ey in the Cottonborough Bank wouldn't have tempted any of our village folk to go through it after nightfall. And eer tninly it was a dismal place there's no denying it. "Our pretty littlo now church over tho way wasn't built then, and tle old church stood right out at tho very end of thovillago just whoro Fnrmor Thomp son's big barn is now. " It was a grim old building, all of dark-grav stone turned almost blaok by tho weather, and fast crumbling away. The tower was ono mass of dark ivy, and tho church-yard itself was full of gloomy firs and cypresses, growing to gether in thick clumps, which harbored owls and bats without number; and whon tho moon glimmered'through tho clouds upon a stormy night, making tho white tomb-stones whiter and tho Idaok trees blacker than ovor, it certainly did look as ghostly a placo as I over saw in my Ufa. "But as if all this was not enough, the spot had a legend attached to it, and a very grim ono, too, Just at tho fur ther end of tho church-yard, tho ground fell steeply away to a dark hollow, through which ran" a stream. "This hollow born tho pleasant name of 'Dead Man's Gully,' and tho tradi tions of tho county recorded that a great battle had been fought in this placo in the days of Kinp; Alfred, and that a number of wounded Danes, who had crawled to tho stream to drink, had been cruelly slaughtered by tho Saxons, despite tho ontreatios of a good monk, who tried hard to savo them. " Ever sinco that day so nvn tho' le gend on the anniversary of tho massn oro, any ono who passed tho spot aftqr nightfall would hear ttho shouts of tho slayers, and shrieks fit tho slain, min gling with tho hoarso rush of tho water, and would soo if tho moon were bright enough to show it Co him tho stream running as red as blood. "So, what with this nico story (which ovory soul in tho district know by heart), and what with tho gloominess of tho place itself, tho village people were as shy of it as if it hud been a fever hos pital. " Ot course, I was vory much put out at socing my parishioners making such geese of themselves; but what was to bo done? " Talking to them would only havo mado them worse, for thoy would havo told mo that thoy, who had lived in the country all their lives, must know more about ft than I, who had only just como thoro. " At first I tried to shamo thorn out of tholr terrors by constantly going about tho haunted spots myself, by night as well as by day. " But it was not a bit of use, for thoy wore accustomed to consider it part of a clorgyman's business to deal with ghosts, and hold that ought tn bo a match for any amount of thom, if 1 did my work properly. " So tho only thing I could do was to leave thoir beliefs alono, nnd trust to timo to wear t-hoin out. " It was toward tho ond of my first year in tho village, and tho niglita wore getting- long- and dark; whetty ono-ovon-ing, as 1 was coming home- in tho twi light from visiting nn old laborer,, who had fallen ill, a man came flying down tiro lano, full-speod, and ran bump against mo so violently that ho- ulniost knocked mo down. " Gently, my friend,' sakl 1 I'm not mado of iron.' " Bothaat thee-, paarson?' nnsworcd! a shaky voico, widen I recognized nt onco as that of Dick Grimes, tho millor. Stand by mo if theo bom Christian moul' ' What's tho matter?' askod I, won derinir not a littlo what could havo hap jxjnod to frighten a groat sturdy follow liko him for frightened ho ovidontly was so badly that ho- could hardly speak. " There bo a boggart (ghost) after me,' panted Grimes, ' rattlhi' n chain and shroikin.' Try if theo- can stop him, for tho lovo of heaven. I can not!' " Suro enough, at that very moment I heard a sound of pattering foot ap proaching, mingled with tho clanking; of a chain; and through the darkness 1 could just make out something whiter coming swiftly toward us. trimcs, who seemed too much scared oven to run away, got behind mo as if I had been a wall, while the ghost camo on. "And when tho terrible hobgoblin got right up to us,, what do you think it turned out to bo? Why, neither moro nor less than tho miller's, own whito donkey, which, hnvipg been carelessly tethered, had managed to break loose, and was enjoying a moonlight run by itself, dragging its chain along with, itt ." I took care to keep tho soorot, but tho story leaked out somehow, and yon nuiy fancy what a hard time of it tho poor miller had In tho village for a good while lifter, although many who laughed; at him would have ocen no brnvor them selves in his place. "Now it happenod that tho liardcst df all upon him was Sam Barton, tho butcher- a groat, brawny fellow, with large, red wliiskors, and a hand liko ono of his own shoulders of mutton whn was fond of boasting that ho feared nothing above ground or under it, "Ono night, when a lot of thorn-woro having a sort of hollday-suppor at tho littlo inn, yonder, Barton made fun of the millor so unmercifully that at last; the poor follow got quito angry. ' " ' Ah, any mon can talk big when thoro bo no danger!' cried ho; but i theo'd been i' my place., tho' dim' dono jist as I did!' "Would I, though?' shouted tho butcher, fiercely. 'Theo nnin get up early to catch Sam Barton plnyin' enut dint (coward.) Ibo'ntafoarodo' nought above ground, nor under it, neither!' " Well, then,' said Grimes, looking him full in tho face, ' will theo go through tho church-yard nowP1 ! " 'Aye, that 1 will,' cried tho butcher, jumping up at once; and ye may a'1 coom with mo if ye loiko. and see that 1 do it fair!' i " Well, hark ye to me, lads,' put in tho landlord, Tso toll ye- howwo'lldo it. Sam shall tak' these throe knives,' and stick ono i' tho ground by tho stilo where he'llgointothechoorch-yard, and another by Squire Hawker's monnimont i' tho middle, and the third at thogato, on t'oothorside. Then we'll go round to tho gate and meet him, andscothatl a's fair.' "Tho plan was at onco ngrood to, nnd rtT started the valiant butcher, whistling' defiantly, and clinking tho threo long; knives in his brawny hand. "But as ho began to loavo tho villngo. lights behind him, and to approach tho dark, dreary ohuroh-yard, his whistlo grew fainter and his step loss brisk. It was a chill, gloomy night, and the wind moaned dismally through tho leafless trees, while tho distant roar of tho tor rent that ran thrpugh Dead Man's Gully sounded unnaturally loud in tho grim silence. "Every ghost story ho had over hoard in his life seemed to crowd into tho unfortunate butcher's memory nt once, nnd by the time ho reached tho stHo ho would gladly have given all tho money in his pocket to bo well out of tho whole business. But it would novor do to give in now, so ovor the stilo ho scrambled, planted his first knifo, and wont on. "The church-yard was dark as pitch, and he got more than ono tumble ovor tho graves, which mado his nerves nono the steadior. "Just as ho was sticking tho second knifo besidu tho 'Squire's monument (which loomed white and ghostly through the darkness), the church-dock struck twelve. " The deep, hollow sound, amid that dead silence, started him from a walk Into a run. On ho went, scratching' himself against projecting boughs and bruising his shins upon tho tombstones, till at last ho camo down on his lmnd.s and knees, close to the whito gato. Just then an old owl overhead gave such n, sereani that Sam, too seared ovon to look round, stuck the third knifo at random behind him, and tried to rush oil". But lo! something seized and hold him fast, and poor Sam, frightened out of his wits, howled, shrieked, kicked, struggled, and finally faiuted outright. " Meanwhile, his comrades, who woro waiting outslde.heard his crios,and fear ing that something had gono wrong1, ventured in, keeping vory closo to gether. And what do you think thoy found? Why, that ho liad stuck tho knifo through the skirt of his-own coat, and pinned himself to the ground! And that was all tho ghost thoro was about tho matter." Quhlcn Dais. A Californian gave a poor family $300 worth of provisions and fuel,, nnd then, dressing up as n beggar, ho wont around to Uhj liouso and askod for u bite to oat. Ho was promptly kicked off tho stops. Detroit Free Press. I