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HAHTFOBD, OHIO COUNTY, KY AUGUST 11, 1875.
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If j Maggie, my beautiful darling,
Creep into my arms, my sweet,
Let mo fold you again to my bosom
Eo close I can hear your heart beat.
IVbitl these little fingers been sewing?
One's been pricked by the needle, I see;
These hands shall be kept freo from labor
When once they are given to mo.
All mine, little pet, X will shield you
From trouble and labor and care,
I will robe you liko some fairy princess.
And jewels shall gleam in your hair;
Those slippers yon gave me aro perfect,
That dressing-gown fits to a T;
My darling, I wonder that heaven
Ehould give such a treasure to me.
Eight sine ten eleven! my precious,
Time flies so when I am with you,
It seems but a moment I've been here,
And now, mast I say it? Adieu.
Ob, Meg, yon are heavy I'm tired;
Go sit in the rocker, I pray;
Tour weight seems a hundred and ninety
When you plump down in that sort of way.
You had better be mending my coat sleeve
I've spoken lbout it before
And I want to finish this novel.
And look over the bills from the store.
This dressing-gown sets like the d 1;
These slippers run down at the heel;
Etrange, nothing can never look decent;
I with you could know how they feci.
What's this bill from Boapcr's ? Why, surely.
It's not for another new dress?
Look herel I'll be bankrupt ere New Year,
Cr your store bills will have to grow less
Eight o'clock I Meg, sew on this button
As soon as yon finish that sleeve;
Ileigh-bo I I am so decidedly sleepy,
I'll pile off to bed, I believe.
TUB LAWM'S SECRET.
Jty MISS JI. K. rniADDOX.
ACTnos op "aceoka flotd," "liov acdlev's
SCCBT,' "johx marchmoxt's legacy,"
"elkasor's victokv," "Linv lisle,"
"DABRELL JIAREHAV," ETC., ETC.
rCOM LONDON TO PARIS.
While dressing, Ellinor gave her maid
, orders to set about packing, immediately.
Ellis, a very solemn and matter-of-fact
person, expressed no surprise, but went
quietly to work, emptying the contents of
wardrobes into imperials, and fitting silver-topped
bottles into '.heir velvet-lined
cases, as if there were no such thing as
hurry and agitation in the world.
It was a long evening to Ellinor Dal
ton. Every quarter that chimed in sil
ver tones from the ormolu time-piece
over the chimney seemed an entire hour
to her. Never had the county families
appeared so insufferably stupid, or the
Iomlon visitors so supremely tiresome
The young man from the War Office took
1icr into dinner, and insisted on telling
hereotne very funny stories about a young
man in another government office, which
brilliant anecdote lasted, exclusive of
interruptions, from the eoup to the des
eert, without drawing any nearer the
point of the witticism. After the dreary
dinner, the eldest daughter of the oldest
of the county families fastened herself
and a very difficult piece of crochet upon
tier, and inflicted upon her all the ago
nies of a worsted-work rose, which, as
the young lady perpetually declared,
would not come right. But however dis
trait Ellinor might be, Horace Margrave
was not Horace of the West-end world
lie talked politics with the heads nf the
county families; stock exchange with the
city men; sporting magazine and Tatter
eall'6 with the country swells; discussed
the last delut at her Majesty's Theatre
with the young Londoners; spoke of Sir
John Herschel's last discovery to a 6ci
entific country squire; and the newest
thing in farming implements to an agri
cultural ditto; talked compliments to the
young country ladies; had, in short, some
thing to6ay on every subject to everybody
and contrived to please everybody, with
out displeasing any one. nd let any
man who his" tried to do this in the
ciowned urawing-room of a country-
house, say whether or not Horace Mar
grave was a clever fellow.
"By the by, Horace," eaid Sir Lionel
as the accomplished lawyer lounged
against one corner of the long marbl
mantelpiece, talking to a group ofyoung
men and one rather fast young lady, who
had edged herself into the circle, under
cover of a brother, much to the indigna
tion of more timid spirits, who sat mod
estly aloof, furtively regarding Admira
ble Crichton Margrave, as his friend
called him, from distant sofas; "by th
ly, my boy, where did you bide yourself
all this morning? We sadly wanted you
to decide a match at billiards, and I sent
people all over the house and grounds i
search of you."
"I rode over to Horton after lunch,'
eaid Horace. "I wanted a few hours
there on electioneering business.''
"You've been to Horton?" aked Sir
Lionel, with rather an anxious expres
ses, my dear Sir Lionel, to Horton.
But how alarmed you look ! I trust I
haven't been doing any thing wrong.
A client of mine is going to stand one
whit the less the elegant and accom
plished for the place. But surely you're
not going to throw over the county elec-
tors, and stand for the little borough of
Horton, yourself!" he 6aid, laughing.
Sir Lionel looked a little confused, and
the county families grew suddenly very
grave; indeed, one young lady in pink,
who was known by about seven fair con-1
fidantcs to have a slight tendre for the
handsome lawyer, clutched convulsively
at the wrist of a young sister in blue, and
istencd, with an alarmed face, to the
conversation by the chimncypiece.
"Why, how silent every one has
grown I', eaid Horace, still laughing. "It
seems as if I had launched a thunder-bolt
pon this hospitable hearth in announc
ing my visit to the little manufacturing
town of Horton. What is it why is it
how is it?" he asked, looking round
with a smile.
"Why," said Sir Lionel, hesitatingly.
the the truth of the matter that is
not to mystify you in short you know
they, they've a fever at Horton. The
the working classes and factory people
have got it very badly, and and the
place is in a manner tabooed. But of
course, added tne oil man, trying to
look cheerful, "you didn't go into any of
the back streets, or amongst the lower
classes. You only rode through the
town, I suppose; so you are safe enough,
my dear Horace."
The county families simultaneously
rew a long breath, and the young lady
n pink released her sister's wri&t.
I went, my dear Sir Lionel," said
Horace, with smiling indifference, "into
about twenty narrow back streets in an
our-and-a-half, and I talked to about
forty different factory hands, for I wanted
to find which way the political current
set in the good town of Horton. lliey
all appeared extremely dirty, and now, I
remember, a good many of them looked
very ill; but I'm not afraid of having
caught the fever, for all that," he added,
looking round at the grave faces of his
earcrs, "half-a-dozen cigars.and a sharp
ten mile's ride through a bleak, open
country must be a thorough disinlectant.
II not," he continued bitterly, "one must
ie so'oncr or later, and why not of a fe-
cr caught at Horton?"
The young lady in pink had recourse to
her sister's wrist again, at this speech.
Horace soon laughed off the idea of
danger from his afternoon's rambles, and,
n a few minutes, he was singing a Ger
man drinking song, accompanying him
self at the piano.
At last the long evening was over.
and Ellinor, who had heard nothing from
her distant work-table of the conversa
tion about the fever, gladly welcomed
the advent of a servant with a tray of
glistening candlesticks. As she lit her
candle at the side-table, Horace Mar
grave came over, and lit his own.
"I have spoken to Sir Lionel,'' he said;
a carriage will be ready for us in an
hour. The London mail docs not start
till one o'clock, and wc shall reach town
n time to catch the day service for Paris.
But, Ellinor, it is not yet too late; tell
mc arc thoroughly determined on this
"Thoroughly," she said. "I shall be
ready in an hour."
Mrs. Dalton's apartments were at the
end of a long corridor; the dressingroom
opened out of the bed-room, and the door
of communication was ajar as Ellinor
entered her room. Her boxes stood
ready packed. She looked at them hur
riedly, examined the addresses which her
maid had posted on them, and was about
to pass into the dressing-room, when she
stopped abruptly on the threshold, with
an exclamation of surprise.
Her husband, Henry Dalton, was seat
ed at the table, with an open portfolio
spread before him, writing rapidly. On
A chair, by the lire, lay his great coat,
railway rug, and portmanteau.
lie looked up for a moment, calmly
and gravely, as Ellinor entered; and then
Yes," he raid, still writing; "I came
down lvi'uc5 30 train. .1 returned soon
er than I expected. '
"By the 5:30 train?" she said, anxious
ly; "by the train which leaves London
at half past five, I suppose," she added.
"By the train which leaves here at half
past five," he said, still not looking up;
"or should reach here by that time,
rather, for it's generally five minutes late."
"You have been here since six
''Since ten minutes to eix, my dear El
linor. I gave my valise to a porter, and
walked over from the station in a quarter
of an hour."
"You have been here since six, nnd
have never told meof your arrival; never
shown yourself in the house!"
"I have shown myself to Sir Lionel.
I had some very important business to
"Important businc6sl?" she asked.
"Yes, to prepare for this journey to
Paris, which you arc so bent upon
A crimson flush suffused her face, as
"Mr. Dalton I"
"Yes," he suid, quietly, folding and
sealing a letter as he spoke, "it is very
content ptable, is it not? Coming unex
pectedly into the house by the conserva
tory entrance, which, as you know, to
any one arriving from the station, eaves
about two hundred yards, I heard, invol"
untarily, a part of a conversation which
had so great an effect upon me as to
induce me to remain where. I was, ard,
voluntarily, hear the remainder.''
"A listener?" she said with a sneer.
"Yes, it is on a par with all the rest, is
it not? An avaricious man, a money
grubbing miser; or, perhaps, even worse,
a dishonest speculator with the money
of other people. Oh, Ellinor Dalton, if
ever the day should come (Heaven forbid
that I should wish to hasten it by an
hour) when I shall be free to sav to you
about half a dozen words, how bitterly
you will regret your expressions of to-day.
But I do not wish to reproach you: it
is our bad fortune, yours and mjne. to
be involved in a very painlul situation,
from which, perhaps, nothing but a rupt
ure of the chain which unites us could
extricate us. You have taken the initia
tive. You would leave me, and return
to your aunt in Paris so be it.
"Mr. Dalton !"
Something in his manner, in spite of
her long-cherishcll prejudices against
him, impresses and affects her, and she
stretches out her hand, deprecatingly.
"Go, Ellinor! I, too, am weary of
this long struggle ! this long conflict with
appearances which, in spite of myself;
condemn mc! I am tired to the verv
heart of these perpetual appeals to your
generosity and confidence trying to win
the love of a womau who despises me.'
"Mr. Dalton, if if I have miscon
strued " she says, with a tenderness un
usual to her in addressing her husband.
"7youhavc misconstrued," he exclaim
ed, passionately. "No, Ellinor, no! it is
too late now for explanations; besides, I
could give you none better than those you
have already heard too late for reconcil
iation; the breach lias been slowly widen
ing for three long years, and to-night I
look at you across an impassable abyss,
nnd wonderthat Icoiildhaveeverthotight,
as Heaven knows I once did, of ultimate
ly winning your love."
There were tears in his voice as he ut
tered these last words, and the emotion,
so strange to the ordinary manner of the
young barrister, affected Ellinor very
"Mr. Dalton! Henry!"
"You wish to go to Parit Ellinor.
You shall go ! But the man tn-t accom
panies you thither must be Henry Dal
"You will take me there?" she asks.
"Yes, and will place you under your
aunt's protection. From that moment
you arc free of me forever. You will
have about two hundred a year to live
upon. It not much out of the three thou
sand, is it ?" he said, laughing bitterly;
"but I give you my honor it is all I can
afford, as I shall want the rest for myself."
lie looked at his watch. "A quarter past
twelve," he said. "Wrap yourself up
warmly, Ellinor: it will be a cold journey.
I will ring for the people to take your
trunks down to the carriage."
"But, Henry," she took his hand in
hers; "Henry, something in your man
ner to-night makes mc think that I have
wronged you. I won't go to Paris. I
will remain with you. I will trust you.
He pressed the little hand laying in
bis very gently, nnd said, looking at her
gravely and sadly, with thoughtful blue
" You cannot, Ellinor ! No, no, it is far
better, believe me, as it is. I have borne
the struggle for three years. I do not
think that I could endure it for another
day. Ellis?" he said, as the lady's maid
entered the room iu answer to his sum
mons, "you will see that this letter is
taken to Mr. Horace Margrave, imme
diately, and then look to these trunks be
ing carried down-stairs. Now, Ellinor,
if you arc ready."
She had muffled herself hurriedly in a
large velvet cloak, while her maid
brought her her bonnet, and arrange the
things which she was too agitated to ar
She stopped in the hall, and said:
1 mubt 6ay good-by to Horace Mar
grave, ana explain this chau" in our
"My letter has done that, Ellinor
You will not speak one word to IloJace
Margrave while I am beneath this roof."
"As you will," she ansners, submis'
She has suddenly learned to submit to,
if not to respect, her husband.
Henry Dalton is very silent during the
short drive to the railway station, and
when they alight, he says
"You would like to have Ellis with
you, would you not?"
She assents, and her maid follows her
into the carriage. Itseems as if herhus
band were anxious to avoid a tete-a'tete
Throughout the four hours' journey,
Ellinor linds herself involuntarily watch
ing the calm, grave face of her husband
under the dim carriage lamp. It is im
possible to read any emotion on that
smooth, fair brow, or in those placid or
thoughtful blue eye?; but she remembers
the agitation in his voice as he spoke to
her in her dressing-room.
"He is capable of some emotion," she
thinks. "What ifafter all I ehould rcallv
have wronged him? if there bhould be
some other key to this strange mystery
than meanness and avarice? If he really
loves me, nnd I have misconstrued him-,
what a wretch he must think me!"
The next evening, after dark, they ar
rived in Paris; and Ellinor found herself,
after an interval of nearly four years,
once more in her aunt's little drawing
room in the Rue Saint Dominique. She
waB received with open arms. Henry
Dalton smoothed over the singularity of
her arrival, by saying it was a visit of his
Everything will explain itself at a fu
ture lime, Ellinor; for the present, let
ours be thought a temporary separation.
would not wish to alarm your poor
"You shall -jiave'jour own old bed
room, Ellinor," eaid her aunt.
"Nothing has been disturbed since you
left us 1 Look !" and she opened the door
of a little apartment leading out of the
drawing-room, in which ormclu clocks,
looking-glasses and pink curtains very
much preponderated over moie substan
tial articles of (urniture.
"But you are looking very ill, my dear
child," she said, anxiously, as Ellinor
pusliDd away the untastcd plate of cold
chicken, which her mint had persuaded
er to try and eat, "You are really look
ing very ill, my dear Ellinor!"
"My journey has tired me a little; if
you will excuse me, aunt. It is nearly
eleven o'clock "
"Yes, and rest will do yon more good
than any thing. Good-night, my cjarling
child. Lisette you remember Liselte
shall wait upon you exclusively, till your
own maid gets accustomed to our foreign
Wearied with a night and day of inces
sant travelling, Ellinor slept soundly, and,
waking the next morning, found her aunt
seated by her bedside.
"My dear girl, you look a great deal
better after your night's rest. Your hus
band would not disturb you to say 'Good
by,' but has left this letter for you."
"Is Mr. Dalton gone?"
"Yes; he said he had most important
business on the something, and a circuit,"
said her aunt, vaguely; "hut his letter
will no doubt explain all. lie has made
every arrangement for your comfort du
ring your 6tay with me, my dear Ellinor.
He seems a most devoted husband."
"He is very good," said Ellinor, with
sigh. Her aunt left her, and she
opened the letter opened it with an anx.
iety she could not repress. Her life had
become eo entirely changed in these few
eventful days; and, in spite of her indif
ference, nay, dislike to Henry Dalton, she
felt helpless and unprotected now that
she found herself abandoned by him. She
could not refrain from hoping that this
letter might contain some explanation of
his conduct some offer of reconciliation.
But the letter was very brief, and did
"Mr Dear Eli.isor, When you receive
these few lines of farewell, I shall he on
my wny back to England. In complying
with your wish, and restoring you to the
home of your youth, I hope nnd believe
that I have acted for the best. How
much you have misunderstood me, how
entirely you have mistaken my motives
for the line of conduct which i have been
compelled to adopt, you may never know.
How much I have suffered from this ter
rible misunderstanding on your part, it
would be impossible for me ever to tell
ynu. But let this bitter past be forgotten;
our roads in life henceforth lie entirely
separate. Yet, if at any future hour you
should ever come to need an adviser, or
an earnest and disinterested friend, I
must implore you to appeal to no one
but Ue.vkv Daltos."
The leiter fell from her hand. "Now
now I am indeed alone. What have I
done," she Eaid, "that I should have nev
er been truly and sincerely beloved? The
victim of a marriage of interest! It is
very bitter. And the man the only
man I could have loved no, no, the
thought of his indifference is too pain
ful." Continued next week.
A funny incident is related of a con
stable in Adrian, Mich., who arrested a
prisoner in a distant town. He hand'
cufffd the prisoner and himself together
and hud down to sleep. In the morning
the handcuffs were on the constable's
wrists, the prisoner was gone, and so was
the pockctbook, nioncy, and watch of the
At Buel, the Utah mining camp, they
do not waste words. Lately a fellow
known as "Frcnchy." entered a restau
rant and ordered some hot cakf- The
cakes were brought out steaming hot, but
"Frenchy" found a fly in one of tiiera,
and flung the dish on the floor. The
proprietor, J. D. Andrews, rushed intff
an adjoining room, got a double barrelled
shot gun, and mortally wounded the fas
Time is life's tree, from which some
gather precious fuit, while others lie down
in its shadow and perish with hunger.
Time is life's ladder, whereby 6ome raise
themselves up to honor and renown and
glory; some let themselves into the depths
of shame, degradation and ignominy.
Time will be to us what, by our use of
j the treasure, wc make it a good or an
evil, a blessing or a curse.
REV. JOE. STRIKER.
It Don't Ilnppcn to be tlic Rlcht Jinn.
Max Adeler in the New York Weekly.
Over in W. one-of the churches recent-
ly called a clergyman named Bcv. Jos.
Striker. In that citv, by a most unfortu
nate coincidence, there also resides a noted
prize fighter named Joseph Striker, and
rumors were afloat a few weeks ago that
the latter Joseph was about to engage in
a contest with a Jersey pugilist lor the
championship. Our sheriff considered it
his duty to warn Joseph against' the pro
posed infraction of the Irws, and so he de
termined to call upon the professor of the
art of self-defense. Unhappily, in inquir
ing the way to the pugilist's-house, some
body misunderstood the sheriff, and sent
him to the residence of the Rev. Joseph
Striker, of whom he had never heard.
When Mr. Striker entered the room, in
answer to the summons, the sheriff eaid to
"Hello, Joe? How are you?"
Mr. Striker was amazed at this address,
but he politely said:
"Joe," said the sheriff, throwing his leg
lazily over the arm of the chair, "I came
round here to sec vou about that milt with
Patsy Dingus, that they're all talking
about. I want you to understand that it
can't come off anywheres around here.
You know well enough it's against the
law, and I aint agoing to have it."
"Mill I Mill, sir? What on earth do
you mean?" naked Mr. Striker, in aston
ishment. "I do not own any mill, sir.
Against the law! I do not understand you,
"Now, see here, Joe," said the sheriff,
biting off a piece of tobacco, nnd looking
very wise, "that won't go down with me.
It's pretty thin, you know. I know well
enough that you've put up $1,000 on that
little affair, and that you've got the whole
thing fixed with Bill Martin for referee.
I know you are going down to Pea Patch
Island to have it out, and I'm not going
to allow it. I'll arrest you as sure as a
gun if you tt it on, now mind me."
"Really, sir," said Mr. Striker, "there
must he eome mistake about "
"Oh, no, there isn't. Your name is Joe
Striker, isn't it?" asked the sheriff.
"My name is Joseph Striker, certainly."
"I knew it," said the sheriff, spittingon
the carpet, "and you see 1 have got this
thing dead to rights. It shan't come off,
and I'm doing you a favor in blocking the
game, because Patsy M curl you all up and
sicken you, anyway, if I'd let you meet
him. I know he's the best man, and you'd
just lose your money nnd get nil bunged
up besides; so you take my advice now and
quit. You'll be sorry if you don't."
"I do not know what you are referring
to," said Mr. Striker. "Your remarks
are incomprehensive to mc, butyour tone
is very offensive, and if you have any bu
siness with me I'd thank you to state it
"Joe," eaid the sheriff, looking at him
with a benign smile, "you play it pretty
well. Anybody'd think you were lnno-
cent as a lamb. But it won't work, Jo'
seph; it won't work, I tell you. I've got
a duty to perform, and I'm going to do it,
and I pledge you my word if you and Ding-
us don't knock off now, I'll grab you and
send you up for ten years as sure as death
I'm in earnest about it."
"What do you mean, sir?" asked Mr.
'O, don't you go to putting on any airs
about it. Don't you try any strutting be
fore me," eaid the sheriff, "or I'll put you
under bail this very afternoon. Let's sec.
how long were you in jail the last time?
Two years, wasn't it? Well, you go fight
ing with Dingus and you'll get ten years
"You are certainly crazy!" exclaimed
"I don't see what you want to stay at
that business for.any how," eaid the slier
iff. "Hereyou are, in a snug home, where
you rarght live in peace, and keep respect
able. But no, you must associate with
low characters, and go to stripping your
self naked, and jumping into a ring to get
your nose bloodied and your head swelled
and your body hammered to a jelly, and
all for what? Why, for a championship!
It's ridiculous. What good'll do you if
you are a champion? Why don't you try
to be honest and decent and let prize-fight
"This is the most extraordinary conver
sation lever listened to," said Mr. Striker.
"You evidently take me fot a "
"I take you for Joe Striker, and if you
keep on, I'll take you to jail," 6aid th
sheriff, with emphasis. "Now, you tell
me who's got those stakes, nnd who's your
trainer, and I'll put an end to the whol
"You seem to imagine that I am a pn
eilist ." said Mr. Striker. "Let me inform
you, sir, that I am a clergyman."
' "Joe," said thesheriff, slinking his head
s'uwly, "it's too bad for you to lie in that
w.iy too bad, indeed."
,Bnt I am a clergyman, sir pastor of
th'? church of St. Sepulchre. Look, here
ia if. letter in my pocket addressed to me,
"You don't really mean to say that you
are i preacher named Joseph Striker?"
exclaimed the sheriff, looking scared.
"Certainly I am. Come up stairs and
I'll' shovr you a barrelful of my sermons."
"Well if this don't beat Nebuchndnez-
ar!" ean the sheriff. "This is awful!
Why, I mistook you for Joe Striker, the
prize-fighter! 1 don't know how I ever
a preacher! What an ass I've made of
lyself! I don't know how to apologize,
but if you want to kick inedown the front
steps, just kick away; I'll bear it like an
Then the sheriff withdrew unkicked,
and Mr. Striker went up stairs to finish
is Sunday sermon. The sheriff talked of
resigning, but he continues to hold on.
A TEXAS TRAGEDY.
Two IMvnl Physician FIcht n Tinr
wills niilelirr Kiiivco The KcuU
Ended with Powder nnd Itnll.
From tbe Austin (Tex.) Statesman.
From Serbin comes the news of the fi
nale of a fearful tragedy, and we are able
to gather the following particulars in re
gard to it: Drs. Mallette and Manning
were both practicing physicians in the
same neighborhood, and had been living
icre for several years. Some little pro
fessional jealousies sprang up between
them, and Mallette, in time, began to
talk about the other doctor in what was
regarded as an unjustifiable manner. He
did not, as it is- said, confine his remarks
bout Manning to his professional capac
ity alone, but had placed him in a wrong
practical lrght before others, and had also
ndulgcd in reflections upon the character
of a near female relative of Manning.
Manning finally called upon Mallette to
give an explanation of his course, which
resulted in an agreement between them
to fight. They went to a store, selected
each of them a butcher knife, and then
seeking an open place, commenced a. work
of carnage. The knives did their work
well, but before either was mortally
wounded they were separated, Mallette
weltering in his gore, and Manning a
wreck of his former self. Though sepa
rated, and death in Manning's case ap
pearing imminent, a fearful vengeance
was mutually vowed upon the spot, and
faithfully kept, as the sequel shows. The
combatants slowly recovered from their
wounds. Manning's neck had been al
most severed from his body, and in his re
covery he became fearfully deformed, his
head being drawn by the severing of the
muscles entirely outof its proper position.
Ue went to the town of Belton, in Bell
county, while convalescing, and remained
there for a few months. Time rolled on,
and vengeance demanded that the vows
made on the dav of the fight be fulfilled.
The forces of attraction that were to brin
these two men together in mortal combat
were too great to withstand, and Manning
found himself, a few days ago, in the little
town of Serbin. Vengeance had claimed
its reward, and no sooner had Manning
become quietly domiciled at his home
than the fierce. Mallette loaded his gun
with deadly missiles and followed him to
his own door, where he made an attempt
to kill him, which resulted in the imme'
diate death of Mallette. Manning had
not forgotten the mutual vows of ven
geance, and when Mallette made his ap
pearance, he, too, was fully prepared.
Mallette fell, pierced through the heart
with a bullet, and a fierce and bloody tow
THE CYNTHIANA MURDERS.
The Killing or Ir. FecKover ir nr.
Domillv. Mill liiesamequeni hiiiiuz
or the Murderer by It. 11. Itldgcly.
Paris Citizen, 30th ult.
A terrible tragedy occurred in Cynthi
ana yesterday, in which Dr. E. J. Peck-
over and Dr. C. J. Donally were both kill
ed. The parties to the difficulty had been
Bartners in business for some time, but
had dissolved partnership a few months
ago, and the unfortunate affair originated
in the settlement of the firm bnsinees. On
Wednesday, as we are informed, Dr, Feet
over denounced Dr. Donally as a liar.
which the latter did not resent at the time,
as he said they were both Ma3ons. Yes-
terday afternoon, about 5 o'clock, Dr.
Donally was near Dr. Peckover's office
door which is about ten feet from Dr.
Donally's office when Dr. Peckover,
coming out, the former called to him:
"You called mca liar yesterday," and
deliberately shot him, the ball passing
through the heart, and killing him in
stantly. Donally immediately gave him
self up. Dr. Peckover leaves a wife and
eeveral small children.
A little before G o'clock, while Dr Don-
ally was nnder arrest, in charge of the of
ficers, in the office of the County Judge,
awaiting his preliminary trial, R. II.
Ridgely, brother-in-law of Dr. Peckover,
came into the room, drew a pistol and
shot and instantly killed Dr. Donally.
Just before dying he requested his broth
er to take charge of his body and effects,
The parties to this terrible tragedy were
well known in this city. They had an of
fice here last year, and engaged in th
practice of their profession. Dr. Donall,
came from Virginia, and it is understood
his body will be taken to that State for
Ridgely was immediately arrested ant
lodged in jail. His examining trial w
be held to-day.
A cat annoyed Louis Vollman of Mount
Airy, Ohio, and he loaded heavily
double-barrelled gun, intending to shoot
the pest. He fired once, wonnding tli
cat, and then chased it, striking with th
stock of the cun. A blow hit the floor
hard enough to explode the other charge,
and Vollman was killed.
Thnf 1 to bo the Xmnp'of the ItnTiy at
J-onc UrTmcli -I low tic' f.ool
7f. Sun Long Branch letter.
The Pre9iu"cais cottage is- on ther sea
ward side-of Ocest avenue; abontat rmfe
south of the nearesrrrofelc The neighbor
hood is occupied- by hwidsonrersCrrrcrurea
than these which are interspersed with the
hotels between the East End and the
West End. The thoroughfare is broad-,
hard, and smooth, but unshaded; ctiit
runs along a b!u? about two hundred
yards- front the beach. Each cottage
stands in a plot of about two acres, ant
midway between the atennt amd- ther
Ocean. Grant's residence is- rather less
in size than th average,-and" different in?
architecture from an? of the rest. It is
two and a half stories high, and' fills at
area of aboat forty feet square. Althouglr
the architecture is plain-, its appearance
is peculiar, mainly because of a mixturer
ofyellow and brown in the color. There
is an abundance of verandar.-but, as ia-trn-of
all the residences eo close to the beach,
an absence of out-door shade. Grant
spends nearly half lira- existence orr this
veranda. There he' sits-, smokes and la"
zily shifts his position out of reach of the
changing rays of the snnv He often saun
ters over to the adjacent cottage of George
Washington Childs, A. M., the greal
American poet, and to- his- stable, whisht
is a structure-in the style of his cottage,
in the corner of the lot close to the
avenue. He usually drives in an oppo-r
site direction- from- the hotels, toward!
Ocean Grove; wcfclr he- line visited eev
eral times recently, ill's cronies arer
Childs, Babcock, Porter- and Tom. Mur
phy, and with them he spends many eve-
nings over cards poker eing the game,-
Besides the Fresfdent's family, ther
household contains Mr. and Mrs. Sartoris,
and the new baby boy, a son of Mrs-.
Sartoris, formerly Misa Nellie' Grant'.
The little fellow is thirteen days-old now
and a "bouncer," if that means- a fat.
healthy baby. A morning wa)k took
me past the Grant cottage yesterday, and1
at the gateway was a nurse-maid with a'
baby-carriage, in which lay the Presi
dent's grandson. The chubby little fel
low was trying to- swallow one of hisr
fist, as is the habit of reckless infants,
and was closely scrutinizing its- feer,
which were sticking out in sight. It
seemed to have known nothing about feet
betore that, and to be amazed by ther
nowlcdge of their existence. Women:
hold that there really is a difference- in
the faces ol babies nnder a month old;
but I believe that the wisest, parents
woold only know their own, shoulif art
accidental mixture occtrr, by the eolsr of
ribbons, eyes, and stockings; This one
was fat-cheeked1, and bad the rntral bit
of nose floating in the middle of his face.
His eyes were grayish blue, and roguish
ly wide open. Hair was scarce oi hi
head, what there was of it being a yel
lowish fuz. Seriously considered, thos
who are interested in the subject may
think of him as a healthy, large, hand
some babv, with indications that be is
going to Took like his mother, except that
his hair and eyes will be like his father's.
On this occasion he was daintily dressed
in white, the lace trimming being worth,
by a lady's estimate based on description,
not less than two or three hundred dol
lars. He was in a rollicking good humor,
kicking up his new-found feet and poking
is fist half out of eight rn his mouth.
The sun was Just high enough to- slant
ts rays into the carriage, making shiny
spots on his clothes and both arms, and
his wonderment was great at this expert-,
ence. Mrs. Sartoris sat at ft window in
the lower story of the cottage, and
watched her baby as it was trundled to
and fro on the walk.
The nurse was a middle-aged-woman,"
wearing a white cap such as are worn by
French loniles. I asked her if the baby
Yes, sir, he is a very healthy child,"
"How's his disposition?"
"He's as good as he can be."
"Much like his grandpa?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Cry nights or daytimes?"
"Both, a little, but not much."
"What's his wefght?"
"He weighed terr pounds and a half,
sir, when he was born, and I .guess he
ain't been weighed since; but he grows
"Not yet. We call Lim baby and
His said that the boy will be named
Ulysses Algernon Sartoris, and that he
will soon be taken to England with his
father and mother.
Solomon Hagar wa3 a lazy drunkard
who lived with his industrious brother
at Harvard, Mass. He went home drunk
and the brother threatened him with ex
pulsion from the premises if he did not re
form. "You will be sorry for that," said
thesot; and thereupon he wentto the barn,
set fire to a mow of hay, and was burned
to death in the conflagration.
A San Francisco rumseller was con
vinced of the degradation of his business
when his daughter, eleven yearao'd, got
drunk and was arrested.