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The Rood to Slumber-Land.
"What te tho road to riufabur-laiMl T and whtn Uoab tho baby not
Tbo road lies straight through uitUior'B nms wlion tho sun Is
Uo poos by tho drowsy "Infcd of M0dM to U lnu of "lullaby,"
Whun till woo bnblea aro solo In th SW, itmlor Uto ovaalng sky.
A soft ltttUj nightgown, eloan nwt whlto, a fltoe Mtighecl swet
A mothor brushing tho to agios out of tho filiktm gldn hair ;
Two llttlp tlrod, satiny feot, from the ehoo unil tho etooklng froo ;
Two llttlo palms together olaspod tit the methorB patient knee ;
Some baby-words that arc drowsily lldped to thu toitdor Slnp-
And a kiss that only a mothor oaaplnoe on the brovrofhor baby
A llttlo round hca-d which no jNoliMKJ to tho mother's
And thon tho lullaby soft a); or, tinging tbo song of rest ;
And oloso and closer tho bluo-volnod llda uro hiding the baby'a
As over tho road to sln.rabor-lond tho door llttlo elmnberer hies.
For this la tho way, through mother's urme, all llttlo babies go
To the beautiful olty of slurabor-laud when Uiu sun Is slaking
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Caged by a "Woman.
We lived on tho banks of a river in Louisiana a quiet
spot Gomo distance from any plantation : but soon as our
marriage took place wo yoaug folks were to remove to a
neighboring parish, and thither Frank went, shortly be
fore the wedding, to prepare our new home. IIo had
been absent about a fortnight, and I was .expecting him.'
ktok daily". Orfe'even'rig father came into the'room wtiere1
I was Bitting and said: "Lottie, 1'vo got to go over to
Squire Bent's to see about some titles. Can you do with
I nodded "yes," and then suddenly an uneasy feeling
took possession of me. I remembored the money quite
a large sum with which Frank and I were to "begin tho
uforld," and which lay securely hidden away in tho house,
the nest-egg of our futuro fortune.
I knew that I was destined to a lonely night of it, for
father could not possibly return within twenty-four hours;
tho servants, had all gone to a "breakdown" on a neigh
boring plantation, except an aged crone, Aunt Dinah, and
my mother was an invalid, weak and nervous.
It was nearly sutisot. I had persuaded my mother to
lie upon a couch, and seatiug myself beside her I began
to read aloud some wild old tale of supernatural horrors
upon which I had stumbled. Before I had half finishod
I had worked myself into a state of norvousuess, and as
I uoticed the paling face of my mother I tossed tho book
upon the table with a contemptuous expression aud aroso
to make tea.
At that moment the gato-latch clicked, aud as I turned
in its direction I could not repress a cry of alarm.
My eyes fell upon the figuro of a woman a very dwarf
in size and stature clad in a faded black dress, with a
battered bounot upon her head, and a torn shawl about
her tiny, stooping shoulders. Slowly and hesitatingly
the creature moved up the walk until she reached the
Then she spoke : "I have lost my way, ladies, may I
crave a night's shelter?"
I glanced at my mother. Sho was pale, aud trembled
I had conceived an unaccountable aversion to the small
stranger ; but who could have tho heart to turn a woman
away into the pathless forest, with night coming on?
So I told her sho might remain ; but I resolved to
know no slumber that night, but to watch the long hours
My mother must not bo alarmed ; so sending the
stranger to tho kitchon with Aunt Dinah to get'somo
refreshments, I coaxed mother to tako hor tea aud carried
her off to bed.
It was 10 o'clock beforo 1 loft her sound asleep and
stole off to the kitchon to tako observations. On tho
threshold I paused, and pushed tho door ajar. What a
sight mot my astonished eyos. Tho dwarf was standing
erect, young aud lithe ; the woman's garments had been
discarded, aud I saw beforo mo a man, small but muscular,
und with a diabolical faco. IIo was stooping over tho
form of Auut Dinah, in ono hand a vial, which he hold to
hrtr nostrils. I comprehended tho situation at a glanco.
Aunt Dinah was drugged. Even tho frail protection of
her presence was gone, and tho next stop would be rob
ery, porhaps murder.
The villain replaced tho vial in his pocket with a grin
ou his ugly faco.
"There I" he ejaculated, "that will work. With the
olil nigger out of tho way, tho rest is easy '."
I was so frightonod it seemed as if I should die. Then
calmer thoughts succeeded, and I resolved to fight for the
money" to tho death. Softly I stolo away and re-ontored
JV mother's apartment. Taking tho pockotbook from
o drawer I hid it in my bosom; and thou pausing to
, 5uro myself that sho still slept, 1 tnrnod to tho hall
our small provision of fire-arms was stored. Oh,
heavens ! thoy were gone. A low, horrible chuckle fell
upon my ears. The robber stood at my side,
"Well," he sneered, "whoro is it'r"
"What do you mean?" I gasped.
"Tho money, of courso 1 I've just been to tho old wo
man's room, but I find you've been too many for me.
Now girl " he stopped cloeor to me, and raised one
hand threateningly; "I know you have 'the rocks,' hand
AY ith a low cry of fear I turned and ran back to the
largo, old kitchen flew liko tho wind. Old Dinah still
lay upon tho floor, in blest unconsciousness. I shook her
and Hhrieked for help, but no other sound broke the still
ness save tho low laugh of the robbor, who had followed
"Stop that noise!" he growled. "You're wasting
breath, you know. Tho nigger's drugged and won't wake
up till I'm safe out o' this. Seo bore, I want that money.
Give it to mo and I promise to lcavo yon in peaeo; refuse,
I thought of Frank, aud our future.
'I never will!" I cried, as bravely as I could. IIo
sprang forward and passing one hancl around my waist
held me tightly, while the other he prepared to close
about my throat, .lust at that moment my eyes fell upon
the huge brick oven, an immense structure, occupying
one side of the kitchen. I noticed that the wide door had
been loft open, and a sudden thought an inspiration
darted through my mind.
Now or never, I thought. I thrust ono hand quickly
into tho bosom of my dress, and snatching tho pocket
book thorofrom. with a quick, sudden movement I threw
it into the.ovon away in. I could hear it fall upon the
bottom with a heavy thud, for tho most of the money was
in gold. With a horrible imprecation the wretch reloased
his hold, and darting forward sprang into tho oven. I
instantly Eoized the huge door with both hands, pushed
it shut, and slid tho heavy bolt iuto its place.
I was saved ! Then I sank u.p'rtk.tho floor in blissful
I was aroused by the pressure of lips upon my own and
felt my head pillowed in somebody's arms. 1 opened my
eyes. Frank was holding me close to his heart, his face
palo and anxious. Ho had returued unexpectedly; and
peeing a light burning in tho house an unusual occur
rence at so lato an hour, for it was midnight and fearing
that I was ill, he ventured to stop. I told him tho wholo
story, aud it did not take long for him to ride to the
nearest town aud summon the sheriff with a posse of men.
The oven was opened, and tho wretch within insensible
and half dead, was drugged forth and away to justice,
lie was proven to bo an "old offender, and soou received a
Faro Bill's Sermon.
Many had, no doubt, come through curiosity to seo how
Bill, recontly converted, would deport himself ui this his
initial sermon. Upon the stage sat a burly red-faced man
with anus folded in a careless manner, who looked over
tho largo audience with an air of the most decided inde
pendence. This was Faro Bill, tho speaker of the occa
sion. When ho aroo he glanced around tho tent for a
moment, evidently collecting his thoughts, aud began :
" Folio w-citis5ms, tho preacher bein, absent, it falls on
mo to tako his hand and play it for what it is worth. You
all know that I am just learnin' the game, and, of courso,
may be exacted to make wild breaks. But I don't believe
thar's a roostor in tho camp mean enough to take advan
tage of my ignorance, and cold-deck mo right on tho first
deal. I'm sincere in my departure, an' I believe I've
struck a game that I can piny clear through without cop
perm' a bet, fur whon a man tackles such a layout as this,
ho plays every card to win, and. if he goes through tho
deal as ho ortor to do, whon ho lays down to die, and tho
latt card is ready to slide from tho box, he can call tho
turn overy time. 1 wns readin in tho Bible to-day that
yarn about tho Prudigtil Son, and I want to tell you tho
story. Tho book don't give no dates, but it happened
long, long ago. Tho Prodigal Son had an old man that
put up tho coin overy time tho kid struck him for a stake,
and never kicked at tho size of tho pile either.- I reckon
tho old man was party woll iixed, and whon he died in
tended to give all his woalth to this kid and his brother.
Prod, gave tho old man a little game o' talk one day,
an' injueed him to whack up in advance of tho death
racket. Ho'd no sooner got his divy in his list than he
shook tho old man, and struck out to tako in some other
camps. Ho had a way up titno for a whilo and slung his
cash to tho front liko ho owned the bejt paying lead on
arth, but hard luck hit him a lick atlast aud left aim flat.
Tho book don't stato what ho went broke on, but I reckon
ho got steered agin some brace game. But anyhow he
got left without a chip or a four-bit piece to go .and eat
on. An old grangor then talc him homo and sot him to
hordiu hogs, and hero ho got so hard up and hungry that
ho piped off tho swino as thoy'ro feedin', and ho stood in
with thorn on a husk lunch. Ho soou weakened ou such
plain provondor, and says to himself, says ho : ""Kvon tho
old man's hands are living on squaror grub. I'm wor
ryin' along hore on corn husks straight. I'll jubt take a
grand tumble to mysalf and chop off this racket at onco.
I'll skip back to tho governor and cnll for a now deal, and
off he started. The old tuftu seed the kid a comln', aud
what do you reckon he did ? Did he hustle around for a
club and give him a stand off at tho ront gate ? Not to
any alarming extent, ho didn't. No, sir ! Tito soripturb
book says he waltzed out to meet him, and froze to him
on tho spot, and kipsed him, and then marched him off to
a clothing store and fitted him out in the nobbiest rig to
bo had for coin. Then tho old gent invited in all the
neighbors nnd killed a fat calf, and gave tho biggest blow
out the camp ever seed."
T.Y OENHUAL KANDOLTH 11. MARCT.
Shortly after tho Creek war I had occasion to travel tho
district of country whero Captain il was mustered,
which afforded me a good opportunity to judge of it
merits. While upon this journey I stopped ono night ab
a small log tavern in what was regarded as about the most
fertile portion of the State, and during the evening a num
ber of tho neighboring farmers collected in the bar-room
of the shanty, where, indulging in sundry drinks of apple
jack, thoy lit their cob pipes and entered into conversation
upou the subject of their crops, from which it appeared
that the season had proved unusually favorable. One of
them, who assumed quite a consequential bearing, and
seemed to be tho nabob of the party, with an air of de
cided self-gratification, took occasion to observe that his
plantation had yielded that season something like ten
bushels of corn, five bushel of white beans, two loads of
pumpkins, besides a fair average of other less important
products, which would enable his family to subsist bounti
fully during the approaching winter.
Several others of the coterie in succession enumerated
tho products of their plantations voluntary, with the ex
ception of one exceedingly talls lank, haggard and un
waVncd, but 'Gmineittly independeitt -looking individual,'"
who, seated upon a rude bench in a corner of the cabin,
with his feet resting against tho logs above his head, and
with his scanty apparel hanging in shreds and tatters
about his loosely jointed and bony person, continued eject
ing tho smoko in denbe clouds toward tho roof, whilo his
blear, smoke-stained, and expressiouless optics wore
turned up in the same direction, indicative of a total in
difference to and abstraction from the frivolities of all
mundane concerns, and as ho evinced no disposition to
communicate to the assembly the results of his agricultural
experience, one of the party said to him : " Mister Jeemes,
has you been a-cropping on't much this seezing?" The
only response that tho dwiraii individual condescended
to make to this query wns an emphatic ejaculation of tho
interrogative pronouu, " Whitfi?" Tho question was then
repeated in tho following form :
" Mister Jeemes. has vou rd-ducted a tollible nee'urfe
j chance o' crops this yere seezing?"
' This formal inquiry caused him slowly to depress the
elevated line of his vision from his sky-scraping contem
plations wutil it rested upon tho interrogator, when, with
an air of consequential importance, he responded :
"I'll tell ye, gent-le?Hr how it war. Me an' my old
woman (Mistress Jeemes) wo put in a fair sprinkling o'
corn an' taters an' other truck this yere seezing, an' ve
'low'd we mought ptfr-duce right smart o' crops. But ono
mornin', just afore sun-up, a ole he-bar ho broke into tho
corn patch, an' after browsin' round considerable an' de
struetin' a heap o' com, ho ups an' makes sign for the
hote. Then Mistress Jeemes she 'low'd she'd skeer the
an no turn nis ncaa tnis-away ana tnat-a-way, like no
never seen a feminine woman afore. Then he slap his
right paw on his heart an' lie wiuk his eyes an' make
sign with his left paw, gist like a human, fur Mistress
Jeemes to come that-a-way ; but Mistress Jeemes is tolli
ble peo'urt an' sho pro-farded not to 'cept that sort o' in
vite. Then that kantankeratious ole cuss he git mad an' ,
he gist como a tan'n at my ole woman (Mistress Jeemes),
who took the agur powerful that mornin' an' it shock the
strength all onion 'or. An' when sho see tho critter a
chargiu' on 'er she clean guv up, an sho git tho hysteer
icks an' sho covorted an' she howled so frdmeuus that
that olo ho-bar he git skart bisself wosser nur Mistiess
Jeemes, au' ho turn tail an' brake fur the timber. Then
the dog-ond weeds they comes inter the corn an' choked
it so liko hell that wo didn't gather narry'n ear Wo got
shut o com. But, gentleman, we liar ;jre-ducted a half
bushel o' white beans this seezing, an' we reckons as how,
with what possums an' other varmints wo ken kotch, thoy'li
do us till blackberry an' persimmon time. Then white
beans may go to thunder, an' I don't koer a dod durn
pickauno of 1 never raise narry 'uuthcr nubbin."
Then, turning to mo, ho added : ' btranger, will ye
lint off, but when that consarned ole he-bar git sight
sr a cummin' ho looked sort o' bothered, an' he sat up
"What is hell?" a?ked a Luthoran Sunday-sohooi
teacher of a boy, in class, last Sabbath. "A shirt with a
button off, ma'am," replied th.boy. "Explaiu yourself;,
what do yon mean, sir?" domauded the moek-spirited
but surprised toaehor. "Woll, I hoard my pa say to ma
tho other morning when he put on a shirt with tho neck
button off: 'Willi, this is hell.' That's all I know about