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VOL. I---NO. 5.1 WINNSBORO, S. C. FRIDAY MORN[NG, NOVEMBER ), 1876. {
THE BETTER WAY.
One evening, as the twilight was
dusking into deeper shades, Farmer
Welton stood in'his dooryard with
a gun in his hands, and saw a dog
coming out of his shed. It was not
his dog, for his was of a light color,
while this was surely black.
The shed alluded to was open in
front, with double doors, for the
passage of carts; and the shed was
a part of a continuous structure con
lecting the barn with the house.
Around back of this shed was the
sheopfold.
There hiad been trouble upon
Farmer Welton's place. Dogs had
been killing his shoop-and soino of
the very best at that. He had de
clared, in his wrath, that he would
shoot the first stray dog he found
prowling about his promises. On
this evening, by chance, ie had been
carrying his gun from the house
to the barn when tlia c.Line in
truder appeared. Aye, and in the
barn lie had boon taking the skin
from a valuable sheep that hadl been
killed and mangled with tigerish
ferocity.
So when he saw the strango dog
coming through his she.1, he
brought his gun to his shoulder, and
with a quick, sure aim, fired. The
dog gave a leap and a howl, and
whirling around in a circle two or
three times, lie bounded off in a
tangent, yelping painfully, and was
soon lost to sight.
, "Hallo ! What's to pay now, Wel
ton ?"
"hi-ia that you, Frost ?"
"xes. Ye been shooting some
thing, haven't ye "
"I've shot a dog, I think."
"Y-e-s. I seed him scootin' off.
It was Brackett's, I reckon."
Before the farmer could make any
further remark, his wife called to
him from the porch, and he wont
Very shortly afterward a boy and
a girl came out through the shod as
the dog had come. Down back of
Welton's farm, distant half a mile or
so, was a grist mill, with quite a
settlement around it, and the people
having occasion to go on foot from
that section to the farms on the hills
could cut of a long distalce by
crossing Wclt'on's lot. The boy and
girl were ehildron of Mr. Brackett.
When they reached home they wore
* met by a scene of dire con tusion.
Old Carlo, the grand old Nowfouid
land dog-the loving and the loved
-the t':ue and the faithful-had
como home -shot through the heid,
andi was dying. The children throw
themselves on their shaggy mate
and wept and moaned in agony.
Mr. Brackett arrived just as the
dog breathed his last. Oi0 of the
older boys stood by with a lighted
lantern, for it had grown quite dmi k
now, and the farmer saw wVhat had
happened.
hViio did this!" he asked, groan
ingly.
"John Welton did it," said Tom
Frost, coming up1 at that miomnent.
"He's been laiin' sheep, andl I guess
lie's got kind of wrathy."
But my dlog never killed a sheep
-never 1 He's beeni reared to care
for sheep. How came he down
there 7"
"He went over to the mill with Sis
and me," said the younger boy,
sobbing as be spoke ; "acnd he w~as
running on abead of us towvard home.
I heard a gun just betfore wo got to
Mr. Walton's, but, oh 1 I did not
think lie could have shiot poor
Carlo."
Mr. Brackett was fairly beside him
self. To say be was angry would
not express it. He had loved that
dog-it had been the chief poet of his
household for years. .Literally boil
ing wvith hot wrath and indignation,
he started for Waltton's.
John Welton and Peter' Brackett
had been neighbors fr'om their ear
liest days, and they had been friends,
too. Between the two families the co
had been a bond of love and good
will, and a spirit of fraternal kond
ness and regard had marked their
into: course. Both the farmenrs were
hard working men, with strong feel.
ings and positive cenaracteristics.
They belonged to the same religious
society and sympathized in politics.
They had warm discussions, Lui
never yet a direct falling out. Of
the two Wolton was the more inteo
lectual, anid per'hiaps a little more
tinged with pride than was his neigh
bor. But they woere both hearty
anen, enjoying life for the good it
gave them.
SMr. Woelton entered his kitchen,
and stood the empty gun up behind
the door.
"What's the matter, John ?" his
wife asked, as she sawv his troubled
face.
"I'm afraid I've done a bad thing,"
he replied, regretfully. "I fear I
. have shiot Brackett's dog."
"Oh, John I"
"But I don't know whose dlog it
was. I saw him coming out from
the shed-it was too dark to see
more than that it was a dog. I only
thought of the sheep I had lost and
I fired."
"I am sorry, John. Oh, howv Mrs
, Brackett and the children will feel.
They set everything by old Carlo.
JBut you can explain it "
"YesI c-an explain it"
Half an hour later Mr. Welton was
I going to his barn with a lighted
lantorn in his hand. He was think
ing of the recent unfortunate occur
rence, and was sorely worried and
perplexed. What would his neigh
bor say ? He hoped there might be
no trouble. He was reflecting thus
when Mr. Brackett appeared before
him, coming up quickly and stop
ping with an angry stamp of the
foot.
Now, there may be a volumo of
electric influence even in stain of a
foot, and there was such an influence
in the stamp which Bracket gave ;
and Welton felt it, and braced him
self against it. There was, moreover,
an atmosphere exhaling from the
presonco of the irate man at once
repollant and aggravating.
"John Welton, you have shot my
dog I" The words were hissed forth
hotly.
"Yes," said Welton, icily.
"How dared you do it 7"
"I dare shoot any any dog that
comes prowling about my buildings,
especially when I have had my shoop
killed by them."
"But my (log never troubled your
sl-eep, and you know it I"
"How should I know it ?"
"You know that he never did
harm to a sheop. It wasn't In his
nature. . It was a mean, cowardly
act, and you shall sufror for it."
"Brackett, you don't know to
whom you are talking."
"Oho ! We'll find out. Don't
put on airs, John Welton. Youlain't
a saint. I'll have satisfaction if I
have to take it out of your hide ?"
"Peter, you'd better go home and
cool off. You are making yoursolf
ridiculous "
Now really, this was the unkind
est cut of all Not all the mad
words of Brackett put together
were so hard as this single sentence;
and John Welton put all the bitter
sarcasm in his commnund into it.
Brackett broke forth into a tor
rent of invectives, and then turned
away.
Half an hour later John Welton
acknowledged to himself ih it he had
nyt dono exactly right. Had he, in
the outset, in answer to Brackett's
first outburst, told the simple truth
-that he had shot the dog by mis
tako ; th t he was sorry, and that lie
was wiling to do anything in his
power to make amends-had lie
done this his neighbor would proba
bly have softened at once. But it
was too late now. The blow had
becii struck ; he had been grossly
insulted, and he would not back
(own.
Mr. Brackett was not so reflective. I
He only felt his wrath, which lie
nmrsed to keep it warm. Thatnight
he hitched his horse to a job wagon,
and went to the vi 1 .go for a barrel
of flour. Having transacted his
stOro blusineSS, he called upon
Laban Peppoi, a lawyer, to whom
he narratedl the facts of the shoot
ilng of his dog.
PI)pl)er was a man anxious for fees.
Ile had no sympathy or soul about
"You any your dog was in compa
ny with two of your children ?"
"Yes."
"And this passage over Mr. Wol
ton's hmnd andl though his shed laud
b)o01 freely yielded bly him asa a right
of way to his neighbors?"
"Yssi, ever since I can remnem
"Then, miy dhar' airl, *Welton is
clear'ly liable If you will come with
mce o ill step) into Mr. Garfield's
and have a suit commenced at once.
Mr. Garfield was the trial justice.
All this happened on Friday even
ing. On Sataurday it had beco'-'i
noised abr'oad in the farming die
trict that there was not only serious
trouble between the neighbors Wo'l
ton and Braekott, but that they were
going to law about it.
On Suinday morn11ing John WVel ton
told his wife he should not attend
church. She had no0 nood( to ask her'
husbanld why he should not go out.
She knew lie was unhappy, and that
lie could not boar' to meet his old
neighbor in the house of God while
the dark cloud was upon01 him. Nor
(lid she wvishm to meet either Mr. or
Mrs Birackett. So they both stayed
ait home11.
Peter Blrackett was even more mis
erable than John WVelton, though lhe
p~erhmaps dlid not knowv it. Hie held
in close companionship) tihe very
worst (lemon a man camn embrace
the demon of wrathiful vengeance
and in order to maintain himself at
the strain to which lie had set his
feelings, lie was obliged to nurse
the monster. He did not attend
chur'ch 0on that dlay, nor did his wife.
Two or thrmee times during the calm,
beautiful Sabbath, as lie glanced over
toward his neighbor's dwelling, he
found himself beginning to wish that
he hmad not gone to see John \Velton
in such a heat of anger ; but lie put
the wish away, and nursed back his
wrath.
On Monday, towvard noon, the
constable came in from the village
*and read to John Welton an impos
ing legal document. It was a sumi
mons issued by Wmn. Garfield, Esq.,
a justice of the peace and quorum,
ordering the said John Welton to
appear before himn at two of thme
clock on Wednesday, at his office,
then and there to answer the com
plaint of Peter Br'ackett, etc. The
officer read the summons, anid left'
with the defendanit a copy.
L t was the first time .Tohn Wann7
had ever been called upon to face the
law. At fu Ft he was awo-stricken,
then he was wroth. He told himself
that lie would fight it to the bitter
end. And now ho tried to nurse his
wrath, and became more unhappy
than beforc.
On Tuesday evening Parson
Surely called upon Mr. Welton-'
The good man had hoard of the trou
ble and was exceedingly exercised
in spirit. Both the men were of his
flock, and lie loved and respected
them. He sat down alone with
Welton, and asked him what it
meant.
"Toll me calmly and candidly all
about it," lie said. y
After a little reflection Mr. Wol
ton told the story. He knew the
old clergyman for a true man and a
whole-hearted friend, and he told!
everything just as lie understood it.
"And neighbor Brackett thinks,
even now, that you shot the (log,
knowing that it was his ?"
"I suppose SO."
"If you had told him the exact
ficts in the beginning, do you think
he would have held his anger I"
This was a hard question for John
Welton, but he answered it man
fully.
"Truly, parson, I do not think he
would."
"Wore you ever more unhappy in
your life than you have been since
this trouble came ?"
"I think not."
"And, if possible, neighbor Brack
ett is more unhappy than you."
"Do you think so
"Yes. He is the most angry and
revengeful."
A brief pause, and then the par
son resumed :
"Biother Welton, with you are
needed but few words. You are more
a man than brother Brackett. Do
you not believe he has a good
heart '"
"Yes."
"I wish you could show how true I
and good your heart is." F
"Parson i" 1
"I wish you could show him that c
you possess true Christian courage."
"Parson, what do you mean ?" E
"I wish you had the courage to I
mieet and conquer him."
"How would you have me do it ?" i
"Firs t, conquer yourself. You are i
not offend(ed ?"
"No. Go on."
And the. eupon the good old I
ei gyman drow up his chlair and laid i
hisa hand upon his friend's arm and 0
told him just what lie would have h
bim do. He spoke earnestly, and I
with tears in his eyes.
"Brother Welton, have you the I
heart and courage to do this ?"
The farmer arose and took two or
three turns across the floor, and c
finally said :
"I will do it." t
* * * * * *.
On the following day, toward the I
middle of the afternoon, Peter r
Brackett stood in the door way with f
his head bent. He was thinkin"f
whether he should harness his horse I
and be off before dinner, or whether C
he would wait until afternoon. He C
could not even put his mind to ordi I
nary chores.e
"I wonder," ho said to himself, 1
"how the triaul will come out !" I
5'pose Wel ton'll bire old Whitman '
to:take his case. Of course thme
oflice'll be crowvded. Tom Frost I
says it's noised ever'ywhore, and that
overybody'll be there. Plague take
it ! I wish"
His meditations were interrupted I
by appr'oaching steps, and on louk
ing up he beheld neighbor Welton.
"Good morning, Peter."
Brackett gaspeod, and finally an
swerod:
"Good morning"- though rather
cruisily.
Welton went on, frankly and poeas- t
antly :
"You will go to the villago to
day ?"
"I s'51pose so."t
"I have been summoned by Jus- t
tice Gar field to be there, also, but t
really, Peter, I don't want to go. r
One of us will be enough. Garfield I
is a fair mran, anid when he knows the
fats ho will do what is right. Now,
you can state them as well as I can, 1
and whlatover his decision is I will
abide by it. You can tell him that I
I shot your (log, nd that your dog I
had dlone no harm:"
"Do you acknowledge that old
Carlo never harmed you-that lie
never troubled your sheep '?" in
qui red Bracket t, with startled sur
pr'ise.t
"It was not his nature to (10 harm
to anything. I am sure he would
soon1er1 have srved one of my sheep I
than have killed it."
"Then wvhat did you shoot him I
for ?"
"That is what I am coming at,
Peter. You will toll thme justice that 1
I had lost several of my sheep- t
killed by dogs-that I had just been
taking the skin from a valuable I
wether, that had been so killed and
managed -that I was on my way
f'rm my house, with my gun im my t
hgnJ, when I saw a dog come out I
from my shed(. My first thought n
was that he had come from the shep'
fold. It was almost dark, and ri
could not see plainly, 'tell th p
justice that I had no idea it w a:
y~our dog. I never dreamed that
until Tomn Frost told me." a
"How ? You didn't know it 'c<
mydoug?" Is
"Peter, have you thought so hard
of me as to think that I could know
ingly and willingly have harmed
that grand old dog. I would - soo)er
have shot one of Ihy oxen."
"But. you didn't tell me so at first.
Why didn't you ?"
"Because you came up so-so
suddenly"
"Oh, pahaw I" cried Brackett,
with a stamp of his foot. "Why
don't you spit it out as it was ? Say
I came down upon you so like a
hornet that you hadn't a chance to
think. I was a blamed fool, that's
what I was."
"And I was another, Peter ; if I
hadn't been I should have told you
the truth at once, instead of firing
up. But we will understand it now.
You can see the justice"
"Justice be hanged I John, hang
it all! What's the use I There, lot
Ls11 end it so 1"
From her window Mrs. Brackett
had seen the two men come together,
md she trembled for the result. By
md-by she saw her husband, as
bhough flushed and excited, put out
liis hand. Mercy I was he going
to strike his neighbor? She was
ready to cry out with affright, the
3ry being almost upon liar lips, when
ahe beheld a scene that called forth
rejoicing instead. And this was
vhat she saw:
She saw these two strange men
rrasp one another by the hand, and
she saw big bright tears rolling
lown their cheeks, and -she knew
hat the fearful storm had passed,
md that the warm sunshine of love
aid tranquility would coine again.
QUELL ING A MUTINY.
low Commodore Ammen Did It--A
Good Story Well Told.
Washington Cor. Chicago Time4.
From all accounts the captain of a
nan-of war must be a very unhappy
>eing. He is grand, you know, but
to must be lonesome. He has his
ieparate cabin, dines alone, reads
lone, and when he ascends to the
leck all of the officers at once- cross
o the other side and leave him one
ide unobstructed. He could not
)a more let alone if he had the
mall pox. Officers claim that this
mibonding rigidity of behavior is
lone one of the most potent ele
nents of discipline with a crew.
rhe crew of a man-of-war iis lar oly
nade up of reckless, .dange ous
Lien. In numbV %%IIIAO) i
lways be able to seize upon the
mnall arms of the ship and oror
>ower the officers and turn the
essel into a piratical cruiser. To
:cep down a gang of reckless men
of this class the slightest infraction
da rigid discipline cannot be passed
over unnoticed. A story told of
.ommodore Ainnion, of the navy,
lie inventor of the steam ram,
llustrates how important is un
icsitating action in case of a
autiny. So severe are the penalties
or mutiny, and so closely are the
non held in check, that mutinies of
ate have become very rare. At the
lose of the war Amnimen was the
aptain of a Pacific mail steamer.
lo had shipped as a part of his
roew a lot of soldiers, men who hiad
>eenI sailors before the war, but had
erved since that time in the army.
L'hey were a reckless, bad lot.
ilmiosst before the steamer had
oft New York it was evident that
,here was going to be trouble.
rhese sailors flaunted at the grub
'mnishied them and aid they must
myve us good as the cabin passen
~ers. One day the afair' cuhmninuit
di by this gang formig and coming
ft. When they ente.'ed the saloon
hey wvere headed by two despera
toes wvho hal intitc4 the mutiny.
Lt their appearance several army
>flkcers on boaid volunteered
heir services to Ammnen. He
banked them mildly but said he
v'ould not need tueir' help. He
valkced forward languidly toward
he mutineers, and without giving
hem an opplortuniy to say a word
.ook ouit his watch mnd said : "Now,
non, I want you t< go right back to
he fokesel. I wil give you one
ninute to go."
Ammen has the appearance of a
>enevolent old (bacon who would
veep with p~ain er the necessity of
alling a fly. Hs voice was as soft
.s if his mrouthi pas lined with p)lush
'e'vet, and as uweet as a maiden's
vhisper when Adolphus first en-1
ircles her tlmil waist.
W~hen he sail simply to the men,
'Now, I wnntyou to go right back
o the fokesel:' the leaders gr inned.
Phis muti#y was to succeed too
asily. Sk dtring the minute they
cofted at-the old man. At pre
isely sixty seconds after the ox
>iration of Ammon's remark he
aised a pistAl andl shot one of the
'ingbiadei's dead. "WVill you go
>ackto the !okesel ?" said Ammen to
ho Aecond ringleader, pleasantly.
Pheman hesitated ; a flash! a re
>ors, and lie too fell (lead.
'Je deadly persistent blandness
if kmmen's composure drove terror
hpugh the ranks of the mutinoers.
'fey went forward, and there was'
iver any more trouble. This
'ompt action alone saved a very!
chi ship1 andl a large number of j
resengers from plunder, outrage
id naurder.
Judge Mackey has issued an
eder directing that all the Stateo
'ims in Lancaster county shall be
lleted and turned over to the
heriff
KOENIG8TEIN.
About thirty miles from Dresden,
where the Elbe flows between the
Saxon hills and the Bohemian valleys,
where the valley is scarco a mile
wide, and is hard pressed fqW room
to accommodate the winding stream,
the railway and the splendid ma
cadamized road which, with the river,
for centuries has formed the only
avenue of communication between
fertile Saxony and its Bohemian
neighbors, nature, in siome volcanic
throe, has heavel up three immense
sandbtone rocks, blocking up the
narrow valley still more, and frown
ing down upon it like giant conque;
ors of a subject land.
The highest of these rocks is
known as Lilienstein, is about two
thirds of a mile from the river, and
though overlooking all the others,
yet the impossibility of obtaining a
sufficient water supply, has prevent
ed its being fortified Pfafferstein,
the lowest of the throe, is also use
less for military purposes, for the
same reason. But the gods of war
must have planted Koenigstein just
where it stands, on the water's edge,
where it scowls grimly down on
eit! 1r side from an attitude of nine
hundred and twenty one feet of sheer
precipice, locking up railroad, river
and highway with the' bronze and
iron keys of its guns, and saying to
the invader from either side, "Thus
far shalt thougo,and no further."
It makes its debut in history, as a
fort, in the thirteenth century, being
then in the possession of the kings
of Bohemia, from whom it passed,
by cession, to the 'margraves of
Meissen, the predecessors of the
present rulers of Saxony. Still it
could not stand a siege from lack
of water, until after foi ty years of
labor, the splendid well (as great a
wonder as the fort itsolf) wais du"
and blasted through the solid rocit
to a depth of six hundred and sixty
foot, where it struck water. Then
its owners know they had a "aure
rock of defence," and for years they
lbored, howing, blasting and fash
ioning the great rock into bastions,
curtains, butteries, ditches, scarps
and demi-lunes, excavating tunnels
and casemates, and lfninl'y fashion:ng
the work into a tremendous bas
t+;nVIariln' I with wansl1 tivo hundred
fout high, and a circuit of a mile and
a half around, enclosing seve al
acres away up almost in the clouds,
with barracks and prisons, restau
rants and magazines, lookout towers
and royal lodgings, and a great grove
of trees, three hundred years old,
wherein deep shade and solemn se
clusion reign. And it is now the
proud Gibraltar of Central Germany.
When distant rumors of war fright
en the denizens of the palace at
Dresden, away go the pri,-cless
treasures of the f.tnous green vaults,
with queens and princesses more
precious still, to its impregnable
guard.
After 1866, when theGorman Em
pire was reconstituted, this fortress
was, for a short time, garrisoned by
Prussian soldiers, but latterly it has
been garrisoned by Saxon arms.
Two hundred artillery, engineers
and infantry, with as many n.ore
civilians andl women, and p~rovisions
and munitions of war for six years
maike up the total of the dwellers on
this lofty rock.
A carriage road zigzags up a pr
tion of the rock, at an angle of forty
five degrees, with breathing p~laces
every one hundi ed yards, wvhich r
allow the horses to rest. From the
point where this road ceaises, thet
visitor, whether friendly or other
wise, must climb up winding walks, '
undler arches and across ditches,t
everywhere exposed to half a dozen
vertical and flanking fires, until at '
hIst he crosses a drawbridge and e
pase undler a sp)iked p)ortalis, j
which will vivi Ily reiall the tales
af medieval romn meo.
Just within is the gurrd-honso,
where, for the sum of one dollar, an
ntelligent gnide caiin be p~rocuredl, i
who will show overything. 0Only v
yno must not smoke, an I on no
iccount speak to the prisoners.
The fist object of interost is, t
iaturally, the fatmoums well, whose a
tremendouis depth is mude approc'a j
yle by the simple device of holding~ a i
nirror obliquely to the sun, thuns r
:,rowving a ray of light on the little n
gleaming speck of water far, far
>olow. This wvell is pumped~ by a
steani, and yields ninety barrels a 1j
lay.
Coming out of the wcllh'ouso- b~
)lacards in various tongues greet y
he eye, cautioning visitors not to a
apeak to the prisoners. One would a
upp~oso, there wvas some strange h~
ascmnation in the conversation of b~
he prisoners to require such repeat. i,
ad cautions. g
From the ramplarts, whose circuit
akes about two honrs, magnificent
>anoramas delight the eye on every tl
iide. The Elbo looks like a tiny t
,hread of silver, while the steamers e
m its bosom, the cars on the railroad a
rack, and the houises in the neigh- o
>orhood look like toys. And there e
re winding highways, like yellow s
-ibbons on the green surface of the r
leids and woods, with hero and ii
~brre a tiny villag, while in the far
listance the geam of Dresden's
iplres can barel be perceived in sa
he golden sunlight. And the ram- h
4
parts themselves are no less objects
of interest, with their groat bronze
muzzlo-loading guns, rich with royal
crests and armoriaal designs ; the
hoistways, projecting far over the
walls and worked by steam, where
with are hoisted the guils and other
material of war, from the base far
below ; and especially the wicked
looking little brass cannon called
"Delpessions Lantte," which can be
raised by machinery so as to Are an
algiost vertical shot from the ram
parts to the foot of the rock below.
Within the onclosure may be soon
the boar pit, where in olden timo,
the Kings of Saxony kept pot bears,
the palace, the quaint old garrison
church built in 1608, and store
houses and magazines four and five
hundred years old. There are also
strong prisons here, from which,
however, throo French prisoners
escaped, by lowering, themselves
over the ramparts vit1 a rope mado
of towels and uinderclothing, to a rift
in the rock, from whenco they scram
bled down to the bottorm, aided by
friendly bushes, and so to the Boho
mian hills and safoty. A fourth
was less fortunate. Missing his foot
ing lie fell and broke his back, lingor
ing m great agony for - twenty-four
weeks, and dying just two wOks
after peace had been declared and all
his fellow-prisoners had gone home.
Altogether, the great fortress is
an object whose interest will well
repay any traveller in Europe for a
visit, whether it be considered as a
great work of ongineering, a won
derful oeffart of naturo, or a lookout,
from whos lofty height the sur
rounding country mi-ty be advanta
geously oterlooked.
W'halouale Mtrimony.
A very curious procession took
place reccitly, says the New York
AMerfcury, on East Second street.
It colimtied of thirty-two young
rtoiiplos, all of then dressed in the
national costumo of the Bohemian
Ozechs. The mon wore short
jickets, richly omnliroidored in rod
silk, and the girls white skirts and
1rimisan jackets, with caps of green
velvet, emibroi(lorol in gold and
iilver. The procession, which was
headed by a small band and by a
venerable prelate in his full vest
nents, moved through Second
street to Avenue A, and then
through Essex str oe to Broome
street, whore in the largo hall of the
building No. 287 a ceromony such
is has never been witnessed before
1n Now York took place. It was
mply a wholesale wedding of
,hirty-two young Czechs with
thirty-two buxom lassies from the
and of Nepomuk, the patron saint
>)f Bohemia. There is probably no
!ountry in the world where the
vedding ceremony is looked upon
with more religious awe than in
B3ohemia. The Czech colony in this
:ty', olsisting mostly of men and
.onlon engaged in the manufacture i
if c'gars, or in glass-blowing, has I
'ceenily received strong accessions,
>rincip.hly from Prague and the
mrrounding country. Notwith
itan ding the prostration of husiness,
hesoe Czechis have flourished more
han any other element of our
oreign p)opulation. They are very 1
bhrifty, sob~er and industrious, andi
hey say that therc is not a sinigle
3'henmian pauper in the city.i
somie of the female cigar-makers ofi
hat nationality have relatively large
uRs in the savings b inks. Thley 4
~re a very energetic class of females<
mnd by no moans unattractive in
>rsonal appearance. There being
'o priest here able1 to perform the
muptial rites in the Czech language, I
,bo young coup~les that were readyi
0 got mnarrieclulbed together and1 4
ent for the Right Rev. Blishop
-{abeheek from Prague, to marry
hem all at once. V/len the bishop
rrivod here, a singumlar compllica
10o1 occurioed. The numb~er of
onphos that had sent for him was 1
mind to ho thlirty-three, a very I
mnlucky number, and bene1c it was<
letermined that only thirty-two 1
ouples should be married. Theyr
row lots as to which coulo should I
oc exclujed, and the hiapless~ lovers
rho were selected manifested their
Iisappointment in a very lively1
innor. Tme bishop consoled <
hienm by3 promising to marry them c
oon. Thie wedding ceremonies on
kroomo street woero quite inmpress-e
oe. After the service had been t
s.id the older piortion of the fe- I
ale audience, among whom there s
're mniny mothers of tihe b~rides It
nd b:i jlegrooms, buirst into staLrt 'r
ng lamentations, while the grooms t
>Okhod unconcerned. and the brides s
ushingly droppecd their eyes. a
Vhlin the pirehate had blessed( them, ni
alt and b~road were handed roundl 1.
nd partaken of by everybody. Tfhe a
ridegroomns did not kiss their o
rides, the Czechs considering it fi
idecent even for husebands to kiss 1:
2eir wives ini public.
The latest arrangement to insure i,
2e honesty of car conductors is ao
irnstile. The front platform of the n
rr is closed entirely;i no person is
llowed to ride on the back platform,
ach being compelled to enter the
er through the turnstlil, whiche
bands in front of the doorway, and
agisters the nuumber of those pass
ig through.
Mr. H. T, Ituatin of Abbeville
seidentally shot himself in the
wd laat week
A Now Route from Europe to China.
Should further explorations of the
routo from Europe to China, via the
Arctic Ocean and the Yen esei River,
noross Siberia, as laid down by Prof.
Nordenskjold, of Sweden, prove its
entire practicability, a great stride
will havo boon made both in comner
mercial and in geographical -science.
The distance from England to Vol
gino, at the month of the Yenesei
River, is about 3,000 miles, and from
Volgino to Pokin, in a direct
line, about 8,000 more. The pres
ent route from England to Pekin,
via the Mediterranean Sea and Sues
Canal, is about 12,000 miles. The
Yonesei River has its source in the
Altai Mountains, which form the
boundary between China and Russian
Siberia. It flows almost duo north
into the Sea of Kara, which is distin
guished from the waters of the Arc
tic Ocean morely by the Islands of
Nova Zombla and the capes of the
main land, which appear to partially
inclose it. The distance betwoon tho
hoadwaters of the Yenesei and the
sources of the Amoor Iiver, which.
flows into the Gulf of Tartary and
the Japan Sea, is about 150 miles
The navigation of these rivers would
have to be done by light-draft steam.
era, while the short overland route
of 150 miles might soon be "all rail'
and resonant with fast trains. As
the routo lies through Russian tor
ritory, that country of course is m1.
ter of the 1tuilat-ion. At reent it,
large proportion o( the Rullssian and
Chimn, tOa tradd is cirried on overland
by caravans, whli tho ne12w ri' itv, if
developed as uggesto:1, wuhl ren
der obsoloto. Fromu a political poiln of
view tho proposed route is of much
importance in its bo:ui ing- upon the
Rusiman and EngAlih poss.sions in
the distant Etat, and may inl trodneo
now sources of tronblo bet.wuji Lhouo
powerful rivalm.
* A Wowan'i Hallucination.
The London Xew of Octobor '16
says: The newspapors yor;terday
contained a stoiry of whnt soems to
.be a caso bf solf-dknial, aid raro
indeed in character, but muoh more
elaborate than is ordimui'y
fonid under similar con. itions. 1b
is the story of what purported to be
a confession of murder, but which
appears to have boon a confossion
mado under the influence of a ebin
plote, halluoination- On Saturday
evening, as the facts are reported, a
%voll dressed woman, not apparently
in a state of disordered intellect,
ipoke to a police officer in one or
the streets of London, and told him
that she had coinmitter a murder.
She was taken at once to a police
tation, and there she gave a long
md muinte account of the murder
vhici she said she had committed.
3he described horself as a nurse in
mno of the Metropolitan work houses,
md declarod that for a lon.- timo
iho hiad been fillod with feelings of
latred and revengo against one of
'he matrons, that she had watched
or and found an.opportunity, knock
iA the matron don, shtunned her, and
;hon killed her hv cutting her throat
vith a razi r. A fter this tha so"~ acca~
ning woman Maia Fiho wrppd Lt
iody in hemr bed-clothles and hid it
mduor her bed. This dhone, she got a
pass for leave, and she intended to
naike her oscapoe, b)ut afterward she
hiought there w~ould( be no chance
!or her safety, and1( she b)eeamo strick
mn by remorse, aind accordingly she
letermmned upon gi vinlg horself up,
rhe story, grim andu ghastly as it
ras, seemed coherent, and had noth
nig in it that could he calleod inlcredli
>le. The p)olicol accordlingly made
natant inquiries, andl they found at
mDc( that in one rather important
woint it was incorrect. The womana
11id( to he muhrdered was alive and
yell. In the room of the alleged
nurdoross there wvas found, indeed,
long bundle or roll under the bed;
mt thme bundle on being opened wvas
0ound( to contain no huumnan body,
miiy a bl)OItor. The woman who
ecunsed herself was examined by a
Iaedical man, but he appears to have
>con unable to give any1 (decidedt
pinion at once as to whether she
vas sane or insane-that is, as to
rhiother her condition, jiudgod wvith
mut regard to the story she tok)7
oun be considere I that oif m idness,~
flhoremains, theorofore, for the pieA.
nt, in churgo of the p'olico. Should
lie r'ep)orts which we hmave read, anud
rom which, o.f course, wo draw our
ole knowledge of the facts, I urn out
a he ae(ourato, andl the woimaln
'rovedl irailly to have been thmo vie
im of a (dOhirionl, hor' story will ho a
omowhat (curiouls c'haplter in the
trango and paninI chronie of
mrbid human self-deptioni. Poer~
'1p) not, the least curious thine
bout it is that~ it, has1 bJoon anticip'it
d far more oftn in fi'ithm~ thu it, so)
ur as our kcnowv~edge goes, inl real
fe.
Thero was a f tal boiler ox plos
m at E'rly Station in Pic kons
)mnty last week, b~y which two
nen lost their lives, and others
'ore wvounded. Thc accidhent was
111ed( by the bursting of the boiler
fa stationry engine, bl6M t
mtiro machino'into fragmnt.0
afortunate man was " bklr
leoes. No part of the engine ~eul
found whore it originally Mbod.
Ohesnatii are plentiful thi*eo
Pickens.

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