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HERE and THERE. If yon weroliere, or I wen llnre, Then would I llndthencnsnu fair. How blissfully tho day would ris. How blus would lKtli8unimerskieii; And all tho world u imllo would wor. What pleasant thine wo two would share, By what green path we two would fare, How tweet would leenchdiiy'sururi II you wcro here! But now my Joy In otherwhere Each day' burden that I bear And Pleasure mocks ut me and file, And I'll I u stands by my side nnd sighs; And yet I know skies would bo (air It you wero herel The Independent. THE BANDIT CHIEF. In the littlo town ofCliiotl, on tho Astern coast of Italy, dwelt Carlos Bandottini and Ills wife and daughter Bianca. Bianca was a handsome, high.. piritel girl, tho favorlto of all tho vil lage. Especially was sho helovcd hy Antonio Ilrindisi and Stephano Fos can', tho two hnndsomest youths in nil tho town. At tho timomystoryopena Bianco, had declnred her prcferencofor Antonio, and they wcro publicly be trothed. Stephano was of a fierce, Jealous disposition, and, thn ttening vengeanco, he suddenly left thrt village. All endoavors to discovor his whero abouts proved of no avail; but that ho had not gono far was evident from his occasionally appearing at home, where his mother dwelt ulono, with many comforts for her, for with nil hid faults ho hud been a dutiful son. Bi anca troubled herself very littlo about his placo of retirement, and did not al low his tlueats to alarm lior. One day soma days after tho disap pearance of Stephano, as Bianco, was walking in tho garden, sho was star tled bya rustling among tho vines, and upon turning to tho spot sho saw Ste phano standing beforo her. Sho Haiti t d him very coldly and haughtily, and turned to enter tho cottngo when Sto phano sprang beforo her and prevent ed her from moving. "Bianca, I have como to make you eno moro appeal to givo you ono moro chnnco to avert the misfortunes Which Bhall surely overwhelm you, if ?'ou continuo to resist all my entreat es." "Go, you are tiresome," camly and coldly spoke Bianca. "Bianca, hear mo! Ilovo youfar bet ter than the coward to " "You only aro thecownrd, trying to win a wife by threats," angrily retort ed Bianca. "Bowarel I toll you I lovo you, and you only spurn me. I havo pleaded r tough. Know, then, proud girl, that have joined tho bandits, nnd your fa ther's property shall bo destroyed, himself taken captive, and only your consent to become my wife shall freo him from a lingering, painful death. What do you say now, Bianca?" ho aid mockingly. 'Nothing; I will novor marry you; I will die sooner," and, mnintaimngtho tamo calm, cold exterior, though hor eart throbbed wildly, Dinnca brushed hastily past her tormentornnd enter ed tho cottage, and, upon ontering hor chamber sho throw herself upon her kneos beforo tho crucifix, praying with whito and trembling lips tho Virgin fliury to savo uur lamuy irom (no im pending trouble, Kising, sho, by a Violent effort, controlled her feelings and returned tothusittingroom whero her mother sot spinning. All tho rest of tho day a shadow hung over Bianca; overy noise inado her start painfully, and when the hour for hor father's return homo como and passed, and still he lingered, she snatched up her hat and set out to meet him across tho Holds. Sho had not gono far whon sho mot a body of Seasants bearing a litter. Antonio rindisi was in front, and immediate ly upon seeing Bianca, ho sprang for ward, and seizing her hanif, endeav ored tenderly to lend her bnck: but Bianca resisted steadily, and sudden ly, by a little impetuous motion, drow her hand from Antonio, nnd stepping to tho sido of tho litttr, she raised tho cloth which covered the body, and jaw the features ol hor father. Ono dreadful shriek, and sho Bank senseless in her lover's arms. Slowly sho recovered, and tho peas ants boro their snd load into thoVittlo cottage. Bianca's father had fallen from a high rock, struck upon his head, and died instantly without a froan. So said tho kind peasants; ut upon going to her room Bianca Saw a lolded pnper upon tho window sill, which she opened nnd read as fol lows: '"A push for Bianca,' Isaid.andtho old man fell headlong over the rocks. Do you not falter now?" A week later and Bianca again felt the vengeance of her tormentor, for Antonip Brindisi, her betrothed was sussing;, and no clew could be obtained as to his placo of confinement, although every search was made. Another note lay upon the window sill in Bianca's little room. 'Two gone, dear to Bianca's heart. "Will sho repent?" This note wna shown to nil in the tillage together with the other, but so close did the robbers keep themselves that, though search was continued ight and day, no trace of their hiding $lace could be discovered. Bianca for a time seemed Drostrated by her trouble, but lier youtn and health en abled her to recover and a few months After the death of her father she and hor mother left the village and went to Home, where, through the influence of her friends, she was enubled to study and become an actress, nnd in a short time, a yery successful one. At tho end of four years, when she was about 23, sho was seized with a longing to return to her native village, And sho did so. When Bianca arrived at Chioti she found there had been es tablished a small theatre, at which she agreed to act tot a few nights. Tho villagers were in ectasia. Tho day betoro her intended appearance, to her Infinite horror, Stephano.Krown older and moro wicked looking, lntru ed himself upon her. Bianca was alono in tho house, and her heart sank within hor when he began to plead his suit. "You have com jack to tho villago a lonely, sad woman, and may, per haps, be willing to look with moro fa vor upon tho suit of ono who has worn your linngo in his heart for longyears. I am powerful and rich. What will be your answer now, when I again ask you to bo mine?" "Jly answer," said Bianca, slowly, "is that I dcsplso you, and it is with greater loathing and hnte than ever that I look upon you. You are pow erless now to do mo any moro harm." "Pair lady," said Stephano, with a Biieor, "I am not as powerless as you think, for I can again make your proud hoart qui vcr.and perhaps falter. Xjisieu. Antonio nnuuisiis nui. uuou, as you havo supposed him to be, but ho is imprisoned in a cave, which I alono can enter and though kept from starving, he Is ill-treated and hard-worked. Say that you will bo mine, and ho shall bo not free, and Riv en gold enough to last him his whole life." Villiiant robberl" exclaimed Bianctt. "Lifo and freedom to Antonio, pur chased at such a price, would bo only curses, not boons. Ho can only die, and I will only follow him. No, 1 will livo to bring your head to its proper place tho ulock. Bowarel for no matter how closo you keep yourself, my eyes shall find out your hiding placo and my roico shall seal your just doom." With it low, mocking laugh Stepha no sprang from tho room, nnd Bianca sank almost noiseless upon tho floor. Tho eventful evening arrived, and the theater was crowded to overflow ing; many wero anxious to see their playmato and friend in her new life, nnd all eaaer to see tho popular Ban dettini. Tho play was far below any of Bianca's accustomed piece., be ing a siniplo comedy suited to tho capacity of tho actors. Tho first scene was Hcorrely of any noto, being merelv an interview bo tween Bianca and her lover. In scene second tho hcroino is proceeding to tho church to bo married, accom panied by the girls of tho villago as a train of honor, when thoy wero sur prised and seized by a band of robbers, tho chief of whom is enamored of the young peasantgirl. Tho curtain rose, and Bianca in bridal dress, followed by about a doz en young girls in holiday attire, en tered at tho bnck of tho stage, Hinging tho bridal chant. Suddenly a shriek is hoard, and tho bandits rush upon thorn. Tho brido rushed wildly acrobs tho stage, palo and shrieking tho bandit chief seizes her nndsheswoons. Tho applausowas tremendous, so well had Bianca acted her part, and, many silly girls drew closer to each other and whispered "Only think, if it was true!" A momont, and tho brido slowly opens her eyes nnd partly raises her self, and tho house comes down in an other round of applause. Slowly rais ing horsclf nnd looking wildly around, sho makes a sudden bound forward and reaches thefootlights, where, sink ing on hor knees andstrotchingouther hands to the audience, sho exclaims in low, thrilling tones: "Dear friends, this is no acting; tho bandits aro upon tisl Look around thoy are in your very midst!" Tho people turn, and behold! every door nnd window is guarded by a couplo of forocious-looking follows, armed to tho tfothl Blank horror filled the minds of tho siniplo villagers, who always held the robbers in abject fear. And now tho horrible strange ness oi the situation keeps them sit ting motionless with pale lips and checks. As Bianca gave tho people thodread ful information, Stephano, tho leader of tho band, canio forward from tho bnck of tho stage, and seizing Bianca rudely by tho shoulder, dragged her upon hor feet, exclaiming: "By jovel you challgo onl Myself nnd companions aro interested in tho play and business, whether you play to real or false robbers. Go onl" With a proud gesture Bianca shook off tho robber's hand and resumed her part, which was a pleading for the re lease of herself and companions. The spectators sat In dumb.helpless silence, watching with fascinated eyes tho pro gress of the play, now rendered too real by tho presence) of the bandits. Clear, calm and thrilling rose Binnea's voice, as sho pleaded to havo her companions, if not herself, spared. Not the most eager, atten tive listcnoi, could perceive "the slight est faltering of voice or eye. While sho was still pleading, tho bridegroom and his tram canio to tho rescue, ana, ranging themselves in order, present ing arms, they fired and twelve rob bers fell dead. With an oath and shout of dismay, Stephano sprang forward, but quick as thought Bianca seized a cnrbiuo belonging to a dead robber, and, retreating to tho back of thfistnee. exclaimed. "Blank cartridges tor stage robbers, bullets for real onesl Advnnco ono stop, Stephano, and,I.firo." Then turning to the people, she call ed upon them to help seize the robber; and no was soon bound, for the peo ple needed only some earless voice to urouso them Irom their stupor and mnko them act. Stephano was tried and convicted, aud his head chopped off; but not be fore he had disclosed tho placo of An tonio's confinement and t he place for the bandit's rendezvous, which was In a largo cave but a short distanco irom tho village, tho exUtenro of which was never suspected, and vhich was found filled with booty. Antonio was released, and with un diminished affection was received by uiancn, ana duc a lew uoys eiopseu beforo their nuptinls were celebrated with great rejoicing The little villuge of Chioti still is in existence, though it has increased in size and population, and changed many of its customs, nnd still the names of Bianca Bundettini and the Bandit Chief are unforgoMen. Ohio has n law prohibiting the sale ol cigarettes or tobacco to boya under six teen years ol age. Finding His Cloves. The minor miseries and tho trifling vexations of lifo are the "littlo foxes" that destroy our happiness. Tho greater trials, tho keener nnd moro genuino troubles, often tench lessons that makes ub better. There aro men who can bear with great fortitude losses in business, nnd tho failure of cherished plans, who will storm and fumo nnd mnko ovoryono about them unhappy if their dinners are served lato at homo or they do not happen to find their hats tho moment thoy want them. Tho distress caused In this world by missing shirt-buttons cannot bo estimated. Scones liko tho following nronot now to many households in which there is a spirit of unrest and unhappiness that only infinito patienco ana for bearance can endure unmoved. "Whero'ro my gloves?" asks Mr. Bilson, as ho is putting on his over coat beforo leaving the house. "I must hurry right oil." "Whero did you put them?" asks his wife. "On tho hall-table, where I always put them." "Then they must bo there now." "No, they're not!" "I don't see who could hnvo touched them." "I don't either, but jtkoy're gflftel It's the strangest thing that I cant " "Children, jump up and help find papa's gloves," says Mrs. Bilson. The dinner table u dosorted, and a hurried, flurried search is begun by tho entire household. "You'ro suer you put them on the hall-tablo?" asks the mother. "I know I did; but I don't supposo I'll over seo them again. I'vo no idea I shall." "It is foolish to talk so," says Mrs. B. "Wo'll find thoni in somo place. Thoy couldn't havo gone off by thorn solves. Maybo you dropped them in your hat; you sometimes do." "Well, 1 didn't this time; I laid thorn right thore on that tablo. But let them go, let them go. I can stop down town and pay two dollars for another pair to havo lost or thrown in the fire or ash-barrel. Help me on with my overcoat." Mrs. B. helps her husband to put on his overcoat, nnd as sho does so cries out, "Why, Henry, hero aro your gloves sticking out of your over coat pocket just whoro you must havo put them!" But ho goes away with a cloudy face, lacking the pntlenco and philos ophy modt I us need at times. I've Been Thinking. Bays C. II. Yatman in Records of Christian Works: 1. That an ounco of scripturnl knowledgo used is worth a ton unus ed. 2. That a good many know tho Bi ble that don't know God. 3. That a fair mixture of faith and common senso makes a mighty good Christian worker. 4. That a good many prayers, if answered, would make a heap of lazy Christians. 5. That lots of preachers have good guns, but arc awful poor at aim ing. 0. That heaps of cannon balls are fired from pulpits, when grape-shot would do more good in getting gamo. 7. That poor listeners areas guilty as poor preachers. 8. That lots of stmgy men go to church. 0. That wo ought to havo n school for educating sextons. 10. That architects should plan fresh-air tubeB to bo worked by tho foot from the pulpit. 11. That it would bo well to lock tho church doors when the service be gins. 12. That scores of talkers nowa days don't know when to quit, 13. That a few good, plain, whole somo sermons on plain dress would fit both sexes at this time. 14. That lots ot Christians ought to bo told their faults in private. 15. That it is mighty certain many professors have a good deal of religion nnd no Christ, and aro lost. 10. That every big-gun preacher ought to have ono or two little preachers about him learning how. 17. That theological professors need hearts just as big as their heads and iust as full. 18. That Christ, if here, would hard ly rent a pew in a church. 19. That wo all had best examine ourselves to seo if wo are what we ought to be. Diphtheria and Its Causes. Probably no disease is moro justly dreaded than diphtheria, and I un hesitatingly declare that many deaths might have been avoided if the na ture ol tfie apparently mild 6ore throat, which perhaps recovered un der tho use of domestic remedies, had been understood. Every case of sore throat should be an object oX suspi cion as a possible source of diphther itic infection. Dr. Jacobi, of New York, a very high authority, says there is as much diptheria out of bed i as in bed, nonrly as much out ot doors as indoors, and cities several in stances in which fatal diphtheria was traced to walking cases of the disease. Many germs possess great vitality I and when once they have gained ac cess to a house or any of its contents resist destruction most persistently. most They may bo destroyed in various Wftys. Bichloride of mercury in so lutions of ono part 2,000 to 0,000 is is efficient; carbolic acid, one to twen ty to fifty, and heat, especially in the form of hot steam, are useful. Fumes of sulphur are also good in closed rooms, but nothing enn take tne mIaaa -f nl.iitulUwiaa ntwl ntn f thflllllftaa against tho introduction of disease germs. Francis P. Whittlesey, M. JJ., in Good Housekeeping. AROMANCEJF THE WAR, Washington correspondence ot the Globo Democrnt. This morning I sit down to tell tho readers of ono of the strango romances of tho war, culminated this very week. On Friday iBtcpped into the great pension bureau, and as soon as the commissioner, General John C. Black, had shaken himself loose from a score of visitors I asked him if there was anything new. "There is always something new here," ho said. "The granting of a pension in not only news, but most important news to somebody, and tho recipient often expresses himself in terms ot pathetic gratitude which indicate that it is nlmost a now birth to him." "Let me see," he added after a min ute, touching nn electric key upon his tablo that I suppose tingled an inaudi ble bell in somo remote portion of tho mammoth establishment, "yesterday there developed a narrative that seems to cover ono of tho hitherto so cret tragedies of tho rebellion. It is a story worth telling." "Captain," ho resumed, when a tall chief of division appeared with an armless sleeve, "plenso to tell this gentleman about Hugh Thompson." I followed the tall man into tho tre mendous court of the building,around the long corridors, to a distant room, and there he produced a pile of docu ments which I studied with great in terest during tho next two hours. Indeed, it was one of tho unwritten romances of tho war, a romance over laid with a tragedy, as General Black had intimated. Let mo see if I can tell the story as it c inio to me: Beroro tho war thero lived in the rural town of Van Wert, Van Wert county, Ohio, a young fellow in his teens named Hugh Thompson. Ho was as bright as tho average bov. a smart worker, and popular with all the girls of his neighborhood. In tho spring ot 1801, when the echoes of Edmund Ilullin's gun fired on Sumter went rolling down the Mnumeo valley, Hugh at nineteen years of age, was swept into tho tide and borno of! to the war for tho Un ion. Fortune cast him into Company H, 15th Ohio volunteers. Hugh rather liked soldiering. The excitement exhilarated him. He showed considerable dexterity in the manual of arms considerable alacrity in tho drill.. At the end of three months he re-enlisted for three years, and started on that crusade which involved tho serious battles in Ken tucky and Tennessee over tho border into the Gulf states. Ho wtote homo to his mother and told her ho was well and not afraid, and ho would como homo "in a little while." lie even wrote to a pretty littlo cttusin and told her the harmless gossip of tho regiment. Then come the tough battlo of Chat tanooga on September 10, in which the Fifteenth Ohio lost almost a hundred men. Early in the day Hugh was hit by a bullet in tho bend, which "made him spin round as if he we dizzy;" but ho refused to go to tho rear, and when tho order came to charge tho enemy's works ho seized his musket and fell in with tho rest. The regiment was met with a hot liro and a solid wall of sol diers in gray, and was compelled to fall back leaving a dozen or moro stretched on tho field. Among these was Hugh Thompson, with a shell wound in his thigh and a bayonet jab in his cheek. He was no more. Ho was dropped from tho rolls as dead. At home his family mourned for this martyr, and the villaio Damon preached a sermon with "a moral" to it, tho moral of patriotic fidelity, and the father la mented him aloud and cried: "Hugh was my boy, aud ho was shot at the battlo of Chattanooga!" In Whltelaw Reid's "Ohio is tho War," Voluinn II, I find this story: "Ilujh Thompson, wounded nnd missing at tho battlo ot Chattanooga. No further record found." A commonplace story, you will say, and this seems to be tho end of Hugh Thompson. For year followed year in the old homein the Maumeo valley, and Hugh became a shadowy memory. His mother grew old and died. His favor ite Bister died. His brothers died. At their graves tho old man bowed his head and feebly wept and said: "Hugh was my boy, and he was Bhot at the battle of Chattanooga." A whole generation passed away and another generation came. Van Wert grew to be a city. Hugh's father got to be an old man and waited for the reaper. Then a curious thing happened. In the fall oil 887 a half-witted f el- .low attracted the attention of a post of the Grand Army of tho Republic in Leavenworth, Kan. He was in middle life, and snid he was a soldier, and al though ho couldn't exactly remember, he thought he was enlisted in some Ohio regiment. What company he be longed to, who his commanders and comrades were, whero he was born, what battles he was engaged in all these important facts ho had forgot ten. But he remembered the manual ol arms and evidently knew something of a soldier's duty. His name was Henry Thompson, he said. The veterans listened to him. The first he remembered ol himself, he de clared, was in tho fall of 1872, and when consciousness suddenly came to him he was walking along a country road in Illinois with a gripsack in his hand. "It seemed as if I had just waked up," he says, "for I could not remember anything that ever hap pened to me beforo that." He was hungry nnd went into a house to get something to eat. He probably acted queerly for the folks thought him cra zy and hurried him along. Jn spite Ol nis lapse oi memory uhu his mental aberration he managed to get a Hvinz,for he was industrious aud willing and he had no expensive habits and people hired him to do small jobs requiring littlo skill or training. For years ho worked around by tho day. In lSl't he married a young woman in a corresponding position in life, but in five months sho died. Ho resumed his wandering from placo to pluce, and In Iowa, about 1878, he married a second time n woman with perhaps more senso than he had retained, for, after a few months' experience of wedded bliss, she resolved to better her forlorn con dition if she could. In the terse and epigrammatic language of her hus band, "she called mo a darned old fool and lit out." He waited a few years for her to como back nnd then got a divorce. Hearing the cnll of tho untamed prairies ho drifted to Kansas, and there floated from woodpile to wood pile, from plowtail to plowtail, up and down the state. Finally ha found an other woman who was willing to mar ry him, nnd ho entered a quarter sec tion at the land office, bought a prairie schooner nnd a lamo horse on credit, and established a connubial felicity in tho wagon among the gopher hills. Wflllo sleeping in the wagon ono night a terriblo thunder-storm canio up tho worst ho had over known and ball after ball of lightning rolled m his eyes, and his head ached so that he thought "it would split open." It nlmost paralyzed him; but next day, when ho ventured to crawl out he. found, he says, that his head had cleared up a littlo, and now he remem bered for the first time that he had been a soldier in some Ohio regiment. Ho did not yet recall most of the circumstances of his lifo mentioned above; they were found out by tho subsequent investigation of his friends. For it is a well known fact that a man may marry repeatedly without being entirely possessed of hfs facul t ies, or indeed having any sense at all. It was lost summer, I believe that the Grand Army men of Kansas pot to gethor scraps of his recollections nnd published them in an article in an obscure country newspaper under the head: "Lost llenry Thompson." Then another strange thing happen ed. A Van Wert man sat down by the window one morning while his wife fussed around to fry some pork and potatoes for breakfast. To occupy his time whilo he was waiting for that important event he picked up a fragment of newspaper on tho floor tho bit remaining after he had kindled tho firo with tho prin cipal part. Afterwards alter trying to account for the presence of that newspaper, he concluded that it must have como in around a pair of cob bled shoes. In that fragment he read: "Lost Henry Thompson," and how he dreamed he had boen n member of Borne Ohio regiment. After breakfast he drove over to Thompson's. "Say, Mr. Thompson, what became of your boy Hugh?" "Hugh, Hugh," said tho old man, "why, my, boy Hugh was shot ut Chattanooga." They compared notes. The old man's hope was laid in the boy's grave, but it feebly came to life. "it is possible, " ho admitted. A correspondence was opened with the Grand Army ot tho Republic in Kan sas, which resulted in the lost soldier being sent on to Van Wert, 0. In vain. He did not know the town. He did not remember over having seen it before. He did not recognize his surviving comrades ot Company H, nor thoy him, for a quarter of a cen tury had passed. His father had gone blind. Bug there were two or three impor tant clews. He had kept a tattered testament and did not know how he came by it. It contained nn extra fly leaf, bearing some patriotic dogger el in a faded female hand. There Was no name and nobody remembe -I it. But tho orderly sergeant of h..i com pany was still living, and ho said: "I was with Hugh Thompson when ho was struck in the head with a bullet glancing downward from a limb. lex" amined tho wound and that ono he afterward got froi.i a bayonet in the jaw and a shell wound in the hip be fore ho was left on the field." Wounds wore found to correspond. "And." said another solid citizen, "if this is Hugh he has a scar on tho right ankle, made by the accidental clip ofn broadax when wo wero build ing a barn." Tho doctor who dressed it was summoned, and declared that it was tho samo as nearly as ho could judge. Tho sergeant took him in a buggy and earned him about the vicinity, and the first thing he recalled was an old log cabin which ho UBed to visit when ho was a boy. He also describ ed the interior ot the family barn be fore seeing it, and picked out some rel atives from photographs. At lust a cousin of his came homo and identified the testament which she had given to him before the war and the verses sho had sent to him in a letter. Inside of the testament was also found a tin type of him that must have been taken some fifteen years ago. An investigation was started to trace him back through his wander ings, it possible, ana to complete tne identification. When I had acquainted myself with the wonderful story I returned to Gen. Black and asked him what next. "Next," he said, the papers will be sent to the adjutant general of the United States to enable him to decide upon the propriety of mustering Hugh Thompson out ot the army. His father long ago applied for a pension on account of Hugh's being killed in the service; now the young man who has returned, or at any rate, gone to Van Wert, has applied tor a pension int?. or to Hugh's name and assert- his friends for him, Hugh's identitv. He cannot have a pension till he is mustered out. Then we will see. The House committee on Indian affairs has decided to otter an amendment to the Indian appropriation bill appropriating $130,000 for Indian schools in Alaska. Secretary Fnirchitd haB issued an an nouncement that ho will receive proposals for the sale ot United States bonds to the government until further notice. A Muscular Prcnchcrv From the Altnona Tribune. Tho lato Rev. Cambridge Graham was noted not only for tho excellency of his Christian character, kindness of heart and forbearance of spirit, but for his great physical strength. This latter characteristic was never brought out in his ministry except when no other remedy was left him in dealing with disturbors of religious meetings which he was conducting. It is noth ing to tho disparagement of his mem ory, either as a true Christian gentle man or a minister, that the anecdotes told of his physical powers should now appear in print. In his early ministry ho was sent to Hancock .circuit, in tho Balti more conference. There was at ono of his appointments a family (father and sons) who were noted as 1 llles, as disturbers of Methodist meetings. Whilo Mr. Graham was holding 'meet ing on ono occasion there, two of tho man's sons began their usual series of interruption. No rebuke had any ef fect upon them nnd finally thepreach er ejected them from the house. They went homo and told their father of tho treatment they had received at the hands of the new Methodist preach er. The old man was terribly indig nant at Mr. Grnhnm and vowed to chastise him tho next morning. Bright and early, gun in hand ho appeared at the farm houoo whero tho preacher was stopping. Mr. Graham was out on tho proch performing his morning ablution (the man of the house being over in an adjoining field), when ho was saluted by tho irate father: "You aro tho new Methodist preach er?" "Yes, sir," replied Mr. Graham. Ho then narrated what ho had dono to his sons the previous evening, winding up with the deceleration that "he had como over to whip him." "Whip me;" said tho preacher, in a tono of surprise. "Well," said the preacher, "wait until I get through washing." In the meaiitiino tho old man had set down his gun, and prepared for tho struggle. Mr. Gruham approach- eu nun in tl Kindliest manner, re peating, "Oh. you don't want to whip me," and with a manner that prac tically disarmed his antagonist. Draw ing closo up to him he placed his hand on each of the old gent's arms. It was like tho grip of a vise. "So you want to whip me," as his grip tightoned, and ho began to sway the old man back and forth. He was liko nn intant in the preacher's grasp and writhed in mortal agony as tho grip tightened on his flesh and tho shaking becamo more vigorous to the chorus: "So you want to whip mel Why, I'll shako you to shavings! The fight was all taken out of tho man and ho begged to bo released, promising for himself nnd sons that there should be no further molesta tion of Methodist meetings in that neighborhood. Tho preacher accept ed his promise and released him and gave him somo kind and good advice. Tho old man, thoroughly crest-fallen passed tho man ol tho houso, who was out in the field trembling for tho safety of tho preacher, and saluted him with tho remark: "I believe tnat preacner would fight." There was peaco at that preaching place thereafter. During his ministration on a Perry county circuit lio was annoyed by a "bully" at a cauip-niecting which he was holding. Tho fellow, confident of his physical prowess, thought he could run the meeting pretty much as he wished, all unconscious that m the preacher ho had a foeman worthy of his steel. He persisted in crowding him self offensively into the altar among the mourners nnd worshipers. Mr. Graham kindly remonstrated with him until forbearance ceased to be a virtue. Then in the twinkling of an eye ho seized tho rowdy by the cuff of the neck and the nethermost garment, and the next instant ho was lifted in tho air and sent flying out over the railing, a sadder if not wiser man at least he was when tho court got through with him. There was no dis turbing of any religious meeting after that held by Mr. Graham. One ex hibition of his physical strength was a salutary lesson to all who made it a practice to hinder and annoy other peoplo in their religious devotions. A utributioii From Mr. A. Pot. There is a littlo private poker club in Chicago whoso members meet at each other's homes and play a modest game, windingupwitha jackpot which is "liberally sweetened" until it is of good proportions. On a recent Satur day evening tho final jackpot grew until it contained $128, and beforo tho betting it was decided that tht winner should put it on the contribu tion plato at church next morning. It was won by a regular church goer and rather liberal giver, who, fearing such a contribution would provoke comment, asked leave of the party to make it up in a package and hand it to the sexton. This was agreed to on con dition that it was to be labelled "From a.j. pot." Thiswttsdone. TheBexton took it immediately to the pastor, who was so highly pleased that ho announced from the pulpit that "ft munificent friend of the church a Mr. A. J. Pot whom it was not his pleasure to know personally, he was very sorry to say, had that morning sent in a most generous donation of $128 to the church fund. Chicago Mail. A young mother living in Detroit little daughter has one charming nnmftA T,:iw w,n is ve.rv fond of nlav- . .... ,,' ,,, ,,, aUa came home covered with mud. "Oh, oh!" said her mother severely, "can it be possible that this is my good little girl, my sweet, pure Lily of the Val ley?" "No, mamma," answered the tho little girl sorrowfully. "I guess I'm your bad, naughty Lily of the alley now." Advice is like medicine. You can never tell whether it will do you any good until after you have taken it. ( 1 v!