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VOL. X.--NO. 23.
COLUMBUS, NEBRASKA, WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 8, 1879.
WHOLE NO. 491.
t2T Office, temporarily, iu the Becker
Terms Per year, $2. Six months, f 1.
Three months, 50c Single copies, 5c.
-' WM. BECKER,
Grain, Produce, Etc.
NEW STORE, NEW GOODS.
Goods delivered Free of Charge,
anyichcrc in the city.
Corner of 13th and Madison Sts.
North of Foundry. -W"
HARNESS & SADDLES
.Manufacturer and Dealer in
Harness, Saddles, Bridles, and Collars,
keeps constant ly on hand all kinds of
whips, Saddlery Hardware, Curry
combs, Brushes Bridle Hits, Spurs,
Card.. Harness made to order, Ife
jwirhig done nu short notice.
NEBRASKA AVENUE, Columbus.
(Successors to Gus. Lockner)
Dkalkr in all kinds ok
The IraproTfd Llnard Ilarrrolrr. Wood Hinder.
JIoTtrm. Rraprrs. anil SiriUVrs. Also the
frmnu Minnesota Chtrf Thrrher.HodKWi'
Uradrr. and Utnvhlp Bros.' celebra
ted Tanrlnn Wind Hill Tempo,
etc., Bacjrr Tops orall ktjlrii
Farmer, loolc to your In
tercuts and arlve us a call.
Dr. A. HEINTZ,
Fine Soaps, Brushes,
PERFUMERY, Etc., Etc.,
And all articles usually kept on hand by
Physicians JPrcscrijitioiis Carefully
One door I?nst of Gallon's, on
Manufacturer and Dealer In
BOOTS AND SHOES!
A roraplrteaosortnrnt of LsdleV and Chil
dren' Shoot krpt on hand.
All Work Warranted!!
Our blotto Good stock, excellent
work and fjlr prices.
Especial Attention paid to Repairkg
Cor. Olive nml ISfli St.
COIMBUS ML YAED,
(One tnilo west of Columbus.)
THOMAS FLYXX & SON, Propr's.
GOOD, HARD-BURNT BRICK
Always on Hand In
QUANTITIES to suit PURCHASERS
BECKER & WELCH,
SHELL CREEK MILLS.
MANUFACTURERS & WHOLE
SALE DEALERS IN
FLOUR AND MEAL.
OFFICE. COLUMBUS, NEB
Dealer in HEAL ESTATE,
AOT ISSTZiSCZ ASSK?,
(KN0 4, NANCKCO., ... XKH.
R II. SIMPSON,
" ' A TT0X2TJSY A T LA W.
AVill practice iu all the courts of the
State. Prompt attention given to all
business entrusted to his care.
Office: Up-stairs, one door cast of
Journal ollice, Columbus. 47fi-Gin
T S. MUHDOCK&SON,
Carpenters and Contractors.
Haehad an extended experience, and
will guarantee satisfaction in work.
All kind of repairing done on short
notice Our motto is, Good work and
fair prices. Call and give us an oppor
tunity to estimate for you. tSTShop at
the Hip Windmill, Columbus. Nebr.
XKION MII.LKTT. BYKON MILLKTT,
Jutice of the Peace and
. mii.i.ktt jc soar,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW, Columbus,
Nebraska. X. 15. They will give
close attention to all business entrusted
to them. 24S.
2. C. CA2Z7:, J. 2. CA!&.
Oa'rEW .So CAMP,
Attorneys and Counselors at Law,
AND REAL ESTA TE AGENTS.
Will gie prompt attention to all busi
ness entrust 1 to them iu this and ad
joining counties. Collections made.
Otlice on Ittli tr ct, opposite Heintz's
drug-.store, Columbus, Neb. Spricht
Dciitsch Parle Fr;neias.
5r. i:. I.. SII..;,
Piiysician and Surgoon.
at all hours
IF YOU have any real ctate for sale,
if you wish to'buy cither in or out
of the'ein, if you wish to trade city
property for lauds, or lands lor city
property, give us a call.
" Wadswoisth & .Toski.yx.
RIEMER.t STOLCC keep constantly
on hand and lurnish in the wall,
the best of brick. Oiders solicited. Ad
rose, a aiio e, box fl.'i. Columbus. 47S.
"VTOW IS THE TIME to secure a life
ii like picture ol yourself and chil
dren at the Xew Art Rooms, cat Ilth
street, south side railroad track, Colum
478-tf Mr. P. A. .IoSKLYN.
KELLY & SLATTERY,
HOLDS IIIMSKLF IX READINESS
for any work in bis line. Hefore
letting our contract for building of
anv description call on or address him
at "Columbus, Neb. j3TKirst-cJass ap
p.iratiis for rcinown:; buildings.
FOR SALE OR TRADE !
Horses or Oxen,
SASIIr. I'OMKS, wild or broke,
at the Corral of
429 GERHARD .fc ZEIULER.
Chicago Barber Shop.
HAIR CUTTING done in the latest
styles, with or without machine.
None but Jirst-ctass workmen employed.
Ladies' and children's hair cutting a
specialty. Best brands of eirar con
stantly on hand.
472 Cm Proprietor.
JOHN IIUBER, the mail-carrier be
tween Columbus and Albion, will
leave Columbus everyday except Sun
da at C o'clock, sharp, p.issinp through
Monroe, Genoa. VaU:rillc, and to AI
t'ion The hack will call at cither of
the HoteN for passengers if orders are
left at the post-orticc. Hates reason
able. $2 to Albion. 222.1y
GOOD CHEAP BRICK !
AT MY RESIDENCE. on Shell Creek,
three mile eat of Matthis's bridge,
70.000 ootl. lisird-liurnt brick
which will be old in lots to suit pur-
4t$-tr" GEORGE HKNGGLER.
sj. s. KXA.mxirvG sikgeoa,
OFFICE HOURS. 10 to 12 a. m., 2 to
4 p. iu., and 7 to 9 p. m. Otllce on
Nebraska Avenue, three doors north of
E. J. Baker's grain oflice. Residence,
corner Wyoming and Walnut streets,
north Columbus, Nebr. 430-tf
DietricUK 31ent Iarkct.
Wishlnpton Atc, nearly opposite Court Hobs.
OWING TO THE CLOSE TIMES,
meat will be sold at this market
low, low dow n for cash.
Best steak, per lb., . . .10c.
Rib roast, ' . . 8c.
Boil. 4 6c.
Two cents a pound -nore than the above
prices will be chargea on time, and that
to good responsible parties only. 267.
BE OF GOOD CnEER. Let not the
low prices of your products dis
courage you. but rather limit your ex
penses to your resources. You can do
o by stopping at the new home of your
fello'w farmer where you can find good
accommodations cheap. For hay for
team for one night and day, 25cts. A
room furnished with a cook stove and
bunks, in connection with the stable
free. Thoso wishing can be accommo
dated at the house of the undersigned
at the following rates: Meals 25 cents;
beds 10 cents. J. B. SENECAL,
X milp east of Gerrard's Corral.
T"K. It. J. ISEII.I.Y,
Office on Thirteenth Street,
Opposite Engine House, Columbus, Neb.
Er spricht Deulsch. 489-x
IfELLEY & SLATTERY,
and house building done to order, and
in a workman-like manner. Please give
us a call. 3TShop on corner of Olive
St. and Pacific Aenue. 4STtf
Manufacturer and Dealer in
CIGARS AND TOBACCO.
ALL KINDS OF
Store on Olive St., near the old Post-office
Columbus Nebraska. 447-ly
MRS. W. L. COSSEY,
Dress and Shirt Maker,
3 Doors West or.Stlllman's Vnfi; Store.
Dresses and shirts cut and made to
order and satisfaction guaranteed. Will
also do plain or fancy sewing of any de
scription. JE5T PRICES VEKY REASONABLE.
Give me a call and trv mv work.
LAW, REAL ESTATE
r. S. GEEE.
"rOXEY TO LOAN in small lots on
1L farm jiroi)erty, time one to three
year. Farms withsome improvements
bought and sold. Office for the present
at the Clothcr House, Columbus, Neb.
GEORGE N. DERRY,
Uuusc I Sign Painting,
Paper B I a n filing;
37" AH work warranted. Shop on
Olive street, opposite the "Tattersall"
UNDERTAKER, KEEPS ON HAND
ready-made and Metallic Cofiius
Walnut Picture Frame. Mends Cane
Seat Chair. Keeps on hand Black Wal
TTuikgiea i.tt. oppasite Cczrt So::c, C shahs, lleb
U. I. 'rime Tlle.
EHiigrant, No. 6, leave- at 0:25 a. m.
I'asscng'r, " 4, " " ll:0ta.m.
Freight, "8. " 2:1.1 p.m.
Freight, " 10. ' ' 4:30 a. m.
Freight, No. ,"i, le.nes at 2:00 j. m.
Passeng'r, ' 15. ' 4:27 p.m.
Freight, " !, " " G:00p.m.
Emigrant. " 7. " ' 1:30 a.m.
Everv day excejit Saturday the three
lines leading to Chicago connect with
lT P. trains at Omaha. On Saturdays
there will be but one train a day, as
shown bv the following schedule:
A. ft. Paddock, U. S. Senator, Beatrice.
Alvin Saunduks, U. S. Senator, Omaha.
T. J. Majoku Rep.. Peru.
E. K. Valkstink, Rep., West Point.
Alhinus Nance, tSovcrnor, Lincoln.
S. ,1. Alexander, Secretary oi State.
F. W. Liedtke, Auditor, Lim-oln.
G. M. Birtlett, Treasurer, Lincoln.
CI. Dilworth, Attorney-General.
3. R. Thompson, Supt. Public InsM-uc.
II. C. Dawson, Warden of Penitentiary.
3'VV,ijey' I Prison Ixspeetors.
Dr. .1. G. Davis. Prison Physician.
II. P. Mathew'on, Supt. Insane Asylum.
S. Maxwell. Chief Justice,
George B.Lake.i Asociate judge-.
Amasa Cobb. )
FOUKTII JUDICIAL DISTKICT.
G. W. Post, Judge. York.
M. B. Reese, District Attorney, Wahoo.
M. B. Hoxic, Register, Grand Island.
Wm. Anyan, Receiver, Grand Island.
J. G. Higgin.s, Countv Judge.
John Staufler, County Clerk.
V. Kummer, Treasurer.
Benj. Spielmau, Sheriff.
R. L. Rossiter, Surveyor.
John AValkcr, V CountvCommlssioner.
John Wie. )
Dr. A. Ileintz, Coroner.
S. L. Barrett, Supt. of Schools.
S. S. McAllister,! TI1PtiCp.ofti,0l?.1(,p
Byron Millett, f .ucticesoi tnei e.icc.
Charles Wake, Constable.
O. A. Speice, Mayor.
John Wermuth, Clerk.
Charlc Wake, Marshal.
C. A. Newman, Treasurer.
S. S. McAllister. Police Judge.
J. O. Rout son, Engineer.
1st Ward J. E. North.
G. A. Schroedcr.
Ward E. J. Baker,
;olnralHK Post Oflice.
Open on Sundays tram 11 a.m. to 12 it.
and from 4:30 to 6 r. m. Business
hours except Sunday G a. m. to -S i m.
Eastern mails close at'll a. m.
Western mails close at 4:irp.M.
Mail leaves Columbus for Madison and
.Norfolk, daily, except Sunday, at 10
A. m. Arrives at 4:30 p. m.
For Monroe, Genoa. Watcrville and Al
bion, daily except Sunday 6 A. M. Ar
rive, same, 6 p. m.
For Osceola and York.Tuesdays.Thurs
days and Saturdays, 7 A. M. Arrives
Mondays, Weduesdava and Fridays,
G p. M.
For Wclf, Farral and Battle Greek,
Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays,
0 a.m." Arrives Tues'days, Thursdays
and Saturdays, at tf p. M.
For Shell Creek, Creston and Stanton,
on Mondays and Fridays at G a. it.
Arrives Tuesdavs and Saturdays, at
6 p. M.
For Alexis, Tatron and David City,
Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays,
1 P. m. "Arrives at 12 M.
For St. Anthony, Prairie Hill and St.
Bernard. Saturdays, 7 A.M. Arrives
Fridays, 3 p. m.
mfJ&2FWr.!-i. Kz-J .
UI1G THE WIDOW.
"Oh, what a handsome man?"
cried Mrs. Hunter, with great de
light; and such a charming foreign
"Mrs. Hunter was a widow rich,
childless, fair and .35 and she made
the remark ahove recorded to Mr.
Bunting, bachelor, who had come
to pay an afternoon call, apropos of
the departure of Professor La Fon
taine, who had, according to eti
quette, taken his departure on the
arrival of Mr. Bunting.
"Don't like to contradict a lady,"
said Mr. Bunting, "but I can't agree
with you : and foreigners are gener
ally impostor?, too."
Mrs. Hunter shopk her head co
quettishly. She was rather coquet
tish and rather gushing for her age.
"Oli, you gentlemen! you gentle
men !'' she said : "I can't see that
yon ever do justice to each other."
And then she rang the bell and
ordered the servants to bring tea,
and pressed Bachelor Bunting to
stay to partake of it. There was a
maiden aunt of SO iu the house, to
pit' propriety, and allow her the
privilege of having as many bache
lors to tea as she chose and Mr.
Bunting forgot his jealousy, and
was once more happy. He was,
truth to tell, very much in love wjth
the widow, who was his junior by
fifteen years. He liked the idea of
her living on the interest of her
money, too. She was a splendid
housekeeper and a fine pianist. She
was popular and good looking. He
intended to offer himself for her ac
ceptance as he felt sure she would
not refuse hirn. But this dreadful
Professor La Fontaine, with black
eyes as big as saucers, and long side
whiskers black, also, as any raven's
wing had the advantage of bcinr
ylhe widow's junior. This opportu
I nity to make a fool of herself is so
irresistible io every widow. It
troubled his dreams a good deal
not that he thought him handsome.
Oh, no! But still at .50 a man does
not desire a lival. however he may
"She did not ask him to stay, and
she did me," paid Mr. Bunting, and
departed, after a most delightful
evening, during whirh the maiden
aunt (who was, at least, as deaf as a
post) snored sweetly in her chair.
But alas! ou the very next even
ing his sky was overcast. Professor
La Fontaine took the widow to the
opera. He saw them enter the doors
of the opera house, and having fol
lowed and secured a seat in a retir
ed portion of the house, also, noticed
that the Professor kept his eyes
fixed on the lady's face in the most
impressive manner during the whole
of the performance, and that she
now and then even returned his
"It can't go on," said Mr. Bunting
to himself "I can't allow it. She'll
regi ct it all her lite. I must remon
strate with her. No woman likes a
coward. Faint heart never won
fair lady. She'll admire me for
And that very evening Mr. Bunt
ing trotted up to the widow's house,
full of a deadly purpose, and with a
set speech learned oil" by heart. The
speech he forgot as he crossed the
threshold. The purpose abided with
him. There were the usual remarks
about the weather. The usual chit
chat followed, but the widow saw
that Mr. Bunting was not at his ease.
At last, with the sort of plunge
that a timid bather makes into the
chilly water, bedashed into the sub
ject nearest his heart.
"He's a rascal, ma'am, I give you
"Oh dear! Who is?" cried the
"That frog-eater." replied the
bachelor., Upon my soul. I speak
for your own good. I am interested
in your welfare. Don't allow his
visits. You don't know thing
"Do you allude to Monsieur La
Fontaine?" asked Mrs. Hunter sol
emnly. "I allude to that fellow," said
Bachelor Bunting. "Why, his very
presence proves him to be a rascal.
1 I'd enjoy kicking him out so
much, I "
"Sir," said the widow, "if you
haven't been drinking, I really think
you must be mad."
"Ma'am !" cried Mr. Bunting
"Perhaps, however, I should take
no notice of such conduct, said Mrs.
Hunter. "Perhaps I should treat it
with silent contempt."
"Oh, good gracious !" cried Bach
elor Bunting; "don't treat me with
silent contempt. It's my affection
for you that urges me on. I adore
you. Have me. Accept me. Marry
me, and be mine to cherish and pro
tect from all audacious Frenchmen.
The widow's heart was melted.
She burst iuto tears.
"Oh, what shall I say?" she sob
bed. "I thought you merely a
friend. I am I I am engaged to
the Professor; he proposed yester
Bachelor Bunting had dropped
down on his knees while making the
offer. Now he got up with a groan
not entirely caused by disappoint
ed love, for he had the rheumatism.
"Farewell, false one," he said,
feeling for his hat without looking
for it, "I leave you forever."
He strode away banging the door
after him. The widow cried and
then laughed, and then cried again.
In fact, she had a regular fit of what
the maiden aunt called "stericks,"
and the chambermaid "high strikes,"
before she was brought to and pre
vailed on to drink a glass of wine
and something hot and comforting
in the edible line. After which the
thought of her hancee consoled her.
Days passed on.
Bachelor Bunting did not drown
himself nor sup cold poison.
The wedding was fixed.
The housemaid informed her
friend that Mrs. Hunter "kept steady
The maiden aunt, who had no in
come of her own, curried favor by
being almost always in a state of
The widow was in the seventh
heaven of bliss, and all went merry
as a marriage bell until one evening
as the betrothed pair sat before the
fire in the polished grate, there came
a ring at the bell, and the girl who
answered it soon looked iuto the
parlor to announce the fact that a
little girl in the hall would come in.
"Oh, let her in," said Mrs. Hunter,
"I'm so fond of the dear children in
the neighborhood. It's one of them,
But, while she was speaking, a
small but old-looking girl, in a short
frock, with a tambourine in her
hand, bounced into the room, and.
throwing herself into the Professor's
arms, said, with a strong French
"Darling papa, have I then found
you? How glad mamma will be!
We thought you dead."
"i am not your papa!" said the
Frenchman, hiring pale. "Are you
mad, my dear little girl ?"
"iXo, no, no; you are my papa!"
cried the child. "Do not deny your
Estelle. Does hhe not know you?
Ah, my heart, it tells me true. Dear
mamma and 1 have almost starved,
but she would never pledge her
wedding ring, never. She piays the
organ, I the tamborine. We have
suffered; but now papa will return
to us. Ah, heaven!"
"My gracious! the morals of fur
riners. He'd have married missus !"
cried the servant girl at the door.
"She tells one black lie. Never
before have I seen her; believe me,
madame!" cried the poor French
man. "Oh, Alphonse!"cried the widow.
"But there, I will be firm. My best
friends warned me of you. Take
wi ii.-u yu: ixever enter my
presence again. Go with your un
fortunate child your poor, half
starved little girl. Go home to your
deserted wife. Go!"
"Ah, madame, zese 13 falsehoods !"
cried the unfortunate Frenchman,
losing his temper in his excitement.
"Out of my house!" cried the
widow. "Peggy, open the door.
Go ! Oh.what an escape I have had I"
Professor departed. Mrs. Hunter
threw herself into a chair and burst
into tears. After a while she grew
more calm, and, taking a letter from
a drawer, she perused it.
"Ah, me! what deceivers these
men are!" she said
as she leaned
pensively back on the cushions.
"Only to think he could write a let
ter so full of love, and prove such a
villain? but I am warned in time."
And she tore the letter into frag
ments. The maiden aunt, who had not
heard a word, demanded an expla
nation. Biddy howled it through
her ear trumpet in these words :
"The scoundrel has ever so many
wives and families already, playing
tambourines for their bread the
And in the midst the door bell
rang and Mr. Bunting walked in
with a polite bow, and approaehed
Biddy and the aunt slipped out of
"I called to apologize," said Mr.
Bunting. "I was hasty the other
day. Had I known the gentleman
was dear to you, I should have
restrained my speech. I wish you
happiness; I "
"Don't, please," cried the widow.
"He's'worse than you painted him.
I've found him out. I hate him. As
for inc. lean never bo happy again."
"Not with your own Bunting?"
cried the bachelor, sitting down be
"I'm afraid not."
"Are you sure ?"
"No, not quite," drying her eye9.
"Then marry me, ray dear, and
try it. Do, oh, do !"
Mrs. Hunter sobbed and consented
After having a white watered silk
made up and trimmed with real lace
it was too bad not to figure as a
bride after all. She married Bache
lor Bunting, and was very happy.
It was well, perhaps, that she had
not the fairy gift of the invisible cap
and did not put it on and follow Mr.
Buting to a mysterious recess iu the
rear ol a theater, whither he took
his way after parting from the wid
ow on the night of the engagement.
There he met a little girl, small, but
old-looking, the same, indeed, who
had claimed Professor as her lost
papa, and this is what he said to her.
"Here i3 the money I promised
you, my child, and you acted the
thing exceedingly well. I know
that by the effect you produced.
She believes that he's a married man,
and he can't prove to the contrary.
I knew you'd be able to act it out
when I saw you play the deserted
child in the tragedy."
Then $100 was counted into the
little brown hand, and Bachelor
Bunting walked off triumphant.
To this day his wife does not know
the truth, but alludes to poor inno
cent Professor La Fontaine as that
Ho-V to Select si HusJmml.
It has been profoundly remarked,
the true way of telling a toadstool
from a mushroom is to eat it. If
you die it was a toad-stool, if you
live it was a mushroom. A similar
method is employed in the selection
of husbands: marry him, if he kills
you he was a bad husband ; if he
makes you happy he is a good one;
there is really no other criterion.
As Dr. Samuel Johnson remarked,
the proof of the pudding is iu the
eating thereof. Some young men
that seem unexceptionable, indeed
very desirable, when they arc single,
aro perfectly horrible as soon as they
arc married. AH the latent brute
there is in the heart comes out as
soon as a sensitive and delicate being
seeks her happiness in his compan
ionship ; the honeymoon lasts a very
short time, the receptions and the
round of parties are soon over, and
then the two sit down to make home
happy. If she has married a society
man, he will soon begin to get bor
ed ; he will yawn and go to sleep on
the sofa; then he will take his hat
and go down to the club and see the
boys, and, perhaps, not come home
till morning. If she ha3 married a
man engrossed in business, he will
be fagged out when he comes home.
He may be a sickly man and must
nurse him, or a morose man and
must seek to cheer, a drunken man
to sit up for, a violent man that she
fears, a fool whom she soon learns
to despise, a vulgar man for whom
she must apologize in short there
arc thousands of ways of being bad
husbands, a very few ways of being
good ones. And the worst of it is,
the poor silly women are apt to ad
mire in single men the very habits
which make bad husbands, and look
with contempt or ridicule upon those
quiet virtues which make home
happy. Men with very little per
sonal beauty or style, often make
the wife happy and sometimes
quite the reverse. The number of
ways of boing a bad husband is al
most as great as the number of ways
of beiog ugly. No one can tell from
the demeanor of a single man what
sort of husband he will be. Mean
time she must marry somebody.
Eat it, if you die, it was a sort of
of toadstool ; if you live, it was .1
sort of mushroom.
There is nothing which adds so
much to the beauty and power of
man, as a good moral character. It
is his wealth his influence his
life. It dignifies him in every sta
tion, exalts him in every condition,
and glorifies him at every period of
life. Such a character is more to be
desired than everything else on
earth. It makes a man free and in
dependent. No servile tool croak
ing sycophant no treacherous hon
or seeker ever bore such a character.
The puro joys of truth and righteous
ness never spring in such a person.
If young men knew how much a
good character would dignify and
exalt them, how glorious it would
make their prospects, even in this
life; never should we find them
yielding to the'groyeling and base
born purposes of human nature.
"When I die let me be buried
within the sound of the hammer, the
clang of the workshop, the hum of
of the mill," says the candidate in
his speech. And then he goes home
and seats himself in his rocking
chair, while his wife carries coal
out of tho cellar to get the supper
The Chixiiolm Murder Trial.
The trial of one of the murderers
of the Chisholm family was conclud
ed in Ivemper county, Mississippi,
last week. The trial was conducted
with reasonable fairness, and the
guilt of the murderer, Gully, wa
easily and clearly proved, but the
jury after being out a half an hour
broujjht in a verdict of "not guilt-,"
and tho murderer receiving the
heartiest congratulations of the
Chisi'olm, his sons and
weie murdered simply
because they dared to .be Itcpubli
cans in the State of Mississippi. Wc
need not now detail the account of
the murder in the Kemper county
jail. Its main facts will be remem
bered by onr readers. But the fol
lowing portion of Mrs. Chisholm's
testimony at the trial will bring the
circumstances to remembrance. She
"When I got in I found that John
ny was dead. His clothes were on
fire, and I wet my fingers iu his
blood, and put out the firo. Cornelia
thought she had put out the fire, but
she did not complete the work.
They had borne the body behind the
cages, so as to prevent him being
trampled to pieces. The crowd cried
out, 'Fire the jail !' and we feared wc
should be burnt ottt. We got every
thing in readiness to leave. My
daughter said, as we started down
the stairs, that Johuuv died an casv
death, and that it was better to be
shot than burned to death. When
we got to the foot of the stairs wc
were stopped by the grating door.
Here Gully had a gun pointed
through the grate, and I thought
that he was going to shoot me; but
he turned the barrel back and forth
to aim at my husband. I cried out
to Mr. Chisholm, 'Down!' My
daughter threw her arms about her
father's neck, and cried on!, 'Have
you not had blood enough for one
day? If you want more take mine,
and spare my precious papa.' Mr.
Gully turned the gun again and shot
her in the arm, breaking her brace
let and driving the crushed edges
into her arm. He stepped back and
let us out of the sLiirway to the
first floor, and we tried to take ref
uge behind some boxes iu the rear
end of the hall. My husbaud had
already received several shots, and
was now shot once more this time
in the hip. My daughter received
in all five shots in the calf of her
leg, one in the heel, one iu the arm,
and her arm was shattered for I
heard the rattle of the bones when
I tied up her arm with a handker
chief. Her face was streaming with
blood. We paused there, and the
crowd withdrew. She went to the
door to as.k for help, and some one
shot her in the leg. She ran back
and told me of it, and I cautioned
her not to go to the door again.
Some help came in and wc carried
Mr. Chisholm home, I carrying his
head, Clay our son, his limbs, and
the aid his arms. Ou our way some
men came after us, and Cornelia
held up her bleeding arm and plead
ed for help."
The New York Sun is u Demo
cratic paper, but its managers see
that the?" Democratic party is not
strong enough to carry the load of
these murders for opinion'3 sake iu
the South. Speakijig of the Chis
holm murder trial that paper says:
"The acquittal of Gully is a tclliug
Bcpublican argument. Sneering at
the "bloody shirt," will not coun
teract the effect of scenes like this,
faithfully described. They rckiudlc
tho spirit which raised and sustain
ed the Union armies iu the war, and
politicians who think this spirit will
down at the first bidding do not un
dcrstand its power."
The New York Sun warns its fel
low democratic partyats that the
programme of the republican stal
warts is to force a sectional cam
paign and to nominate Grant as its
exponent and tells them that if they
are weak or foolish enough to fall
into this trap they will deserve to be
beaten. To avoid this fate "it may
be necessary to run out of the old
ruts, and it is indispensable to dis
card bourbonism," and to nomite a
candidate whose very name shall be
a guarantee against farther sectional
agitation. For the democracy to
discard bourbonism and sectionalism
would be to leave the part of Hamlet
out of the copperhead-confederate
tragic-comedy which for eighteen
years now ha3 made the angels weep
and the devils laugh. The demo
cratic genius for a blundering worse
than crime may be safely trusted to
insure the consummation of the
programme of the republican stal
warts, under a leader whose ultima
tum to Bourbonism and Sectionalism
will be, "Unconditional surrender
otherwise I propose to move imme
diately on your works."
Sad. Ittit True.
Next to not marrying at all U an
unfortunate marriage. But of the
two evils, the majority of women
would tako the latter. There is no
romance in living a lonoly life, and
there is a great deal of what the
French describe as extremely bad
taste. It was possibly in this view
of the matter that an old maid iu
jhis city is receiving the attentions
of a gentleman who is strongly sus
pected of having strangled his first
wife. At first the ancient spinster
was disposed to look upon his ad
vances with dismay, but she rightly
considered that it was rcallyfca duty
which women owed to society to
get married, and as she l.ad been
for years williug to discharge Ihi-J
obligation, with no opportunity
oll't ring which enabled her to do it,
she was not disposed, to throw away
this golden chance. Sho argued,
too, that lightning rarely strikes
twice in the tame place, and. tint
the gentlemun having strangled hi
first wife, would hardly undertnkr
to do the r-ccond the same way. At
all events, when the momentous
question was proposed to her, &he
replied nuively :
"I like you exceedingly, but I
have heard that you were rather
violent at times."
"It h not true,' acrtcd her suit
"I am one of the mildest men
yon ever mot."
"And you and first wife lived
"On the host of terms."
And you never "
The question w.13 begun with an
eager and a radiant face, but as the
words of the final interrogatory
trembled on her lips, the dreadful
nature of the inquiry impressed it
self suddenly upon her, and she
'I never what?" inquired her lov
er. "Oh, I don't believe it."
"Don't believe what? I insist on
"Well but you'll not be angry.
Some malicious parson ha3 reported
that you strangled your first wife,
but of course I know there is noth
mg in it.
"Unfortunately there is," the gen
tleman replied with inexpressible
The lady fell back in her chair
with a shriek of horror.
"But listen to me," continued the
gentleman. "My first wife wa3 very
weak from long illness, and was
dying. She was frantic with thirst.
I raised her up to give her water.
She drank eagerly, but was unable
to swallow. The convulsion which
ensued snapped the tender chord
of life, and she expired in my arms.
That is how I strangled her. The
report is sad but true."
The spinster gave a sigh of relief.
"I pity you from my heart. You
were not to blame.''
And so the marriage was settled,
Jlocky Mountain JVcics.
C'old-mitli Maid's Afleclioii.
Bccently Charley Cochrane, who
was for many years the faithful
groom for the celebrated trotter,
Goldsmith Maid, arrived from Cali
fornia, and wishing to see the grand
old trotting marc and her coll called
on Mr. Smith, her owner, to obtain
his permission to visit Fashion Stud
Farm, iu New Jersey. Mr. Smith
accompanied Cochrane to the farm,
and on arriving there remarked:
"Charley,, the Maid is very jealous
of her colt, is very cross, and will
permit no one to approach it." Coch
rane arranged that Goldsmith Maid
should hear his voice before she saw
him, and, although they had not
seen each other for two years, a long
whinny presently assured the visi
tors that the inarc had recognized
the man's voice. Cochrane next
showed himself, when a touching
scene occurred. The old queen of
the turf, who for months wonld not
allow any one to approach her, mak
ing; use of both heels and teeth if it
was attempted, rushed with a bound
to her old friend, forgetting even
her colt, and rubbed her head upon
his shoulder, her nose in his face,
played with his whisker?, and show
ed by her every action that her heart
wa3 full of joy to sec him. Directly
the colt came up to them, and the
old marc was delighted when Char
ley placed his hand on the little fel
low. When Cochrane left the placo
the marc followed him to the gate,
whinnying for him even after he had
passed out of sight.
A miserly millionaire is asked to
contribute to a charitable fund, but
declines to do so, whereupon the
lady patroness upbraids him for his
stingncss. "Ah madame," he says
sadly, "if rich people liked to be
generous wc should be too happy.
We must deny onrselvea something."
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