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Deacon Day an' the. Highway Cow.'
Tlio best o boln'g will have their cares,
Thor's,i I ways su.mUi J n. tp cross our way,
To worry an' frpt us in our aiiuirs,.
, AuVgtichwns thoIoto'old,J)QaconI)ay, .
ITo hud hia trials I'll toll you how
Rp was postered, fur years, with,a highway eow.
Tho huo o' her hide was a dusky ,bro,wn 5 .
Her body win loan aa'7 her. nook was s'llpi,
One horn turned, up, an' tether down ;
, ijov eyesight was keoii ;' sh v.ip long in limb;
,WIth a peak id noae, with a short" stuyii) fail ;
Au' rlba. like tho hopps.pa a bnie-niauopaU. 4 , ,'
Many atnark dhl hor bPdy hflffr,' ir '" " ' '-' "'
She heft b'ffon a'targdt fprafttfiitigS kntfwh';'1 r
On manyaicar the dusky ' lurlV ' ;;".
nvWild grW no moro fi,o,r6-iVono'p hod grown :
Many a pobblo, ahiort an' ahpt,
Ilocrloft Upon her a lastiii' spot.
Jinny an' man V a well-aimed'' stone. '
'An'; many a brickbat of gOodly siise. r'
Arfinahy a&ndgtd, swMftlhrbivn; ' ''
., Hod brought tho tears to Imr Ugfy'pyeV
"Or. hurt bbunded oif 1n her bony back, "'' -With
tho "noise like tho sbund 0 a'rluo.-crae.k.
Many a day had she passed in pound, '
Fur wrongfully helpin horsoir to (torn,
An mjiliy UvCpwardly curau' hound.
Hod been transfixed by hor crumpled horn.
Many a tea-pot an' old tin pall
Hod tho farm boys tied tb hat atitinpv toil.
DeacPnDay was a pious, man; r '
A frugal farmer upright an' plain'; ''
Many a Weary mils ho ran " ' '''
' To drivo her ont o' Ida growlh' grain; .
Sharp ware tho prauks sho used to play,
To gut hor llll an' to got away.
She know when tho Doacon wont to town j"
She watched an waited till ho wont by,
He novel passed hor without a frown,
A)' an evil gleam in each angry eyo,'
Ho would crack his whin, in a snlloful wav.
J5z she bounded along by his uonolhoS3 shay."
He used sit on tho Sabbath dfcy,
Vltii his opan biblo updx his lenco,
Thlnkln o' lov-ed ones, far. away
In tho hotter Land that belonged to see,
When k distant bellor, borno thi-p' the air,
Would bring him back to this world o' care.
Frequent sbo cimo to Ms farm to cixll,
Uftiln' bis bars with hor crumpled Kern ;
.Nimbly scailln' h5s garden wall,
ITelpin' horaotfto lU green sweet oorn
JJatin his oabhasre, ono by one, "
Slctppin' away when hor work was dono.
Oirtcn tho Doacon homeward oamo
Hunnnln' a hymn from tho house 0' prayer,
lll hopeful heart in a tranquil frame,
His soul ex calm oz tho ovoniiiUiir,
Hia forehead, smooth or. awolliwom plpw
Tp finl in his garden that highway cpw; , ,
Hg angry passions weroJquIck to rise, "
An' strklln' forth with a savage ory
With fury blaata' from both his o'ei,
En llghtntn's Hash in it summerssk.vi
Koddor an' redder his face ould gr,Ow,
An' aftev tho erittur ho would go.
Ovei'.hls garilcn, round aji round, . . . r
Huoaklu' his pear mi' hie apple tveaat .
Trampl-A his melons into the. ground; ; ,
Overtui'nin' hja hivos y' booa,
XoAvJjii hliu annry on' badly stung,
Wlahln' the old cow's nook was rung,
Tho mossns grow on tho garden wall,
Tho years wont by, with tho'r work an' play,
The.boys q the villago grow strong ,n tail,"
Aji' tho ray halved farmers passed uway,
Ono by 0 e, llko the loaves In Fall,
Hut tho highway cow outlived 'em ah.
fTUe things wo love, are the first to fade;
- Tho things wo ha to, avIII onduro for yoftrj.
Tho death of tho wlekod aooma long.Utiiivyed.
Thoro is a ollmux to all oivoors,
Tho highway ,cow, atluat, was alaln '
In ruuuin' a race with a railway train
All into pluooa at onoo sho wont,
Josfi'ltku savin's banks whon fchoy fail;
Out o' tho world sho was swiftly sent;
Lectio wiw-la but her old slump tail.
The tanner gardens an" oomtielils how
Avo haunted no more by tho hfgliway cow.
A Narrow Escape.-
Ono cold, rainy niglifcit found mysolf in tlio city qf
Pariscr-tlie city of all cities, where vice is nqver slumber
jiiig, but ataros you in fcbe faco on every side in the most
bewitching forms imaginable.
Sonic. matter collected with my profession brought me
. there but after registering my name at tho Hotel do
Ville I found that I should have some idle hours before
my business could , possible be done. I thought I would
stroll out and admire beautiful Paris by gas light. But
a heavy mist hung over the city, and all the beauty ( if
it can be called beauty), was the flickering oC a street
Jam) ahead. I sauntered along, unconscious of tlio dis
tance, until! found myself on .the banks of the Seine.
I vas. about rotraoiug my , stops when I saw a "brilliantly
lighted house on one side of the. street. .
I resolved to errt .an ascertain the way back to the
hotel. I crossed the street and' aseppded the broad mar
ble steps, which reminded me of some of our Fifth Avenue
residences, as thoy are of the samp style. I rang the
bell and immediately a very polito Frenchman opened
tho. door, bowing and smiling as if I was some great per
sonage.. I requested him to inform mo of the nearest
route to tho Hotel do Villp. .His face assumed a very im
portant air as he answered : ; . .
"jtfpnsiour will step within and inquire ; I am not al
lowed to converse with visitors."
I steped into tho hall and was soou ushered iuto an
elegantly furnished apartment, and at a glance took in
the surroundings. Seated around a largo coffin-shaped
table, sat several men playing cards, who seemed to be
long to the better class, and who staked their all ou luck, if
.their dress was indicative of respectability ; and at one
corner of the room I noticed a long bov, out of which
dropped small, rod balls, with numbers on the side.
Every few moments the cry of ' keno !' would arise
from a long row of men seated at a table near the window
fronting the streot. The truth dawned upon me that I
was in a gambling hell, so common in Paris, whore ladies
go incognito to invest in the gamp of chauoo.
Distinguishing tho proprietor cf the houso, I gained
the desired, in formatioiw .
He very hospitably offered a cup of coffee, :tt the same
' 'Mon-iour must be wot anclcpffoe is very good in hot
weather.'! . '
I took the coffee and drank it and offered some change
in payment. Ho hold his hands up and shrugged his
shoulders m astonishment, aod se?emed to bo offended
I appologized and accepted his invitation to accompany
him and hoar an oxpUurption of the games, no explain
ed how tho game was played and what tho cards and
checks ou the table wore for.
In ton minutes 1 understood how to play the game of
ruin and misery which had blighted many a happy home
(in tho Now as well as in the Old World of that boon
called, happiness, leaving nothiu": but desolation and
Finally, I became so interested in the game that I seom
cd to bo as much excited as the players themselves. And
an incomprehensible resolve prompted, me to participate in
tho gamp. T thought to myself it would do no harm, as
I would only play one game. 0 J human nature, how
week thou art. When, in, our own estimation, wo are
wo find too soon that we ait weak.
I paid for my chocks and quietly waited for the sramo
to proceed, picturing myself as a gambler and all that
But musings wore broken by hearing tho criers call the
numbers, and ono after another, I covered my cards with
the numbers corospohdiug, until tho line of numbers was
covered, and then iu trombllnsr tones I cried u keno !" and
immediately a man came and gave mo a hvrgp amount of
gold. How long 1 played I know not, for I was blinded
by excitement and know not, when to stop. At last a
voioe called iu French, and the bank was broken lor the
ovoning, and I was tho winner with a heavy bag of gold.
I arose from tho tablo and was about leaving tho room,
whon a hand was laid upon my shoulder and a voice
"Monsieur may I ask your name?!'
I turned arouud and boheld tho proprietor, t answered 1
"My ntuno is Summors, from tho United States. What
can I do for you'.'"
'You may deem it quit impertinent in mo Monsieur
Summers, for asking your name ; but I though porlmps
yOu never would bo heard of again and by knowiug
your namo I might throw somo light upon your nmrdor."
"Murder!" I oxolaimod in astonishment.
"Monsieur, I prosiuno that you are awaro that all eyes
aro fixed upon you, and 'as thoy know that you are a stran
ger in Paris thoy aro liable to tako advantago of your ig
uorauco of tho city and waylay you before you are h uf
way between hero -and tho hotol. I have kept this place
for fiffcaou years and I fool bbund to protect all who ontor
this houso. I propose that you remain Iioro uutil morn
ing, as I can accomodate you with a mom whpro you can
sloop in safety. Tako a glass of Madeira with mo? Tis
of the boat quality."
I woighod hia words carefully and determined to ro
main all night. It is true tho house was in a very des
olate portion of tho city noar tho Some, but his politeness
and his frank manner convinced mo there was nothing tt
fpar. Wo sat up until all tho guests hud departed, and
feeling tho otteats of the whu 1, concluded to retire. , At?
his urgent request I consented to drink another glass of
Madeira, and immediately after I became quit dizzy,
and could, scarcely stand erect.
I was assisted up stairs and ushered into a room com
fortable furnished. After locking the door I put tho bag:
of gold on a table and began examining the department.
The room contained an oakon bedstead which st6od in
the centre of the flnor. It was the most singular piece
of workmanship I had ever seen, as tho head and foot
rose to an equal height, both made of massive wood at
least three inches thick. If they had hinges, I thought,
they would meet perfectly when let clown. On the wals
wore huug'threo pictures,. ohe represPnting tho execution
of Louis XIV., the gory head, staring eyes, and matted,
locks dropping into a basket with the fisherworaen sitting
around laughing and taking a stitch every time a head
dropped into tup basket. , .
.. Theothpr.wjiS the death of Robespierre, the. inventor
of the instrument of man's depravity, and the third pic
ture which hung at the foot of the bed seemed to mo like
a junvping-jaok, with its baud abcut to lift off its hat,
which had a largo plume stuck in 'it. I threw myself up
on the bed, thinking of the illustrations upon the vall of
the bloocWttiiued pas1, which co spired to create a feeling;
of dread'. . I endpav.orpd to keep awake, as I now had
serious suspicions, regarding the keeper of the house. I
felt myself, being carried into the laud of dreams, and
I tried to cast off the. spell. I would open my eyes
and look languidly amuiid but at last I fell asleep.
How long I slept, I kuew not, I had a' faint recollection1
of something giviug way under- me, 'and awakening with
a start of torror, I lessened. Allwas still as death. I heard,
the faint sound of ahell in the distance strike two o'clock.
My eyes wandered to the picture on the wall at the foot of
Qood heavens ! the picture in tho frame was moving t
the hand was lifting tbVhat frdm its head, and I can see
the plume move.
What can it mean ?
My attention is so absorbed in tho movements
picture, that I noticed not the sinking of the bed
the foot of the bod falling, and feel the head
,, P119 herculean, effort, and I managed to
The bed by this time looks like an immense sofa, and'
the bqbtoin has fallen put and the .cushioned sides have
taken " its place. Lifting one" of theJ ends ,iip I can look
down in the dark murky Seine. I turn away with an icy
shudder and thank .God for my narrow escape. While
meditating upon the modes of escape a panel in the door
opens, and a hand is thrust through to open tho door.
In a moment I have one of the pictures down and snap
the cord, quick as lightning tie the hand to the door-hob.
A smothered oath roaches my ear, but I wait iio longer.
I snatch the money from tho table and jump from the
window into the street. Bruised and bleeding, I manag
ed to reach my hotel.
The next day, followed by two or three stout gendarme,.
I reached the place of my terror the night previous ; but
the birds had fiown. The door had been battered down to
extricate the individual's hand whk-h. 1 had tied so firmly.
To tis clay the vividness of tho ordeal which I had
passed through is strongly impressed upon my memorv.
' I sec
Genoral James A, Garfield, Republican nominee for
President of tho United States, is a native of tho Stato of
Ohio and forty-nine years of age. Born in poverty, his
early life was one of labor and toil, but through industry
aud tho force of native ability he has risen to distinction.
Saving some money he wont to a college in Massachusetts,
whore ho graduated in 1$1G. He was soon a member of
tho State senate, Entering tho Union Army ou tho break
ing out of tlio war, fee rose to tho rank of Brigadier
General and Chief of Staff of the Army of the Gumber
land, and whs promoted to the rank of Major General.
September 20, 1878. Elected to Cougress he has. sorveth
in tho 88th, 39th, 40th, 4tst, 42nd, 48rd, 44th, and 45th
Congrosses and was re-elected to tho 4Gth Congress aud
has now boon elected Senator from the State of Ohio to
succeed Hon. A. G. Thurman in 1SS1. General Garfield
is a man of fine presence. Ho is about six feet tall, stout
build, brown hair, full board, deep set expressive eyes,,
large and broad forehead. His bniiuiudicites both large,
reflective and porcoptivo faculties. He is of ploasanfj
manners, readily approachable, and wins friends through
geniality. As a publio speaker ho has few suporiors,
being ready in delivery and strongly argumontivc. If
eleotod to. the White Houso, his ability and statesmanship
will soon "bring his name on the list of our most eminent.
A very good hit was made last night by one of tho de
feated oaudiiiatos at tho primary election. A gentleman
appvoaclipd him with, " Woll, Mr, ,how do you feel?'
14 Well," said he, ,fI fool, I suppose, pretty much like
Lazarus did." '
"As Lazarus did?"
" Why, yes' said ho ; "Lazarus was licked by dhgs
and so was I.u ' .
Whon a young farmer's wife made her first bpy's pants
precisely as simple boforo as hehiiidj'thp.fatiior exclaimed
'.'Goodness, hu won't know whehor,hp ingoing to school
or coming 1101110!'' ,:" c "