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VOL. IV NATCHITOCHES, LA.. MAlCII 25. 1898. N.
ThlE HAPPIEbST HEART.
Who drives the horses of the sun
Shall lord it but a day;
Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.
The rust-will find the sword of fame,
The dust will hide the crown;
Aye, none shall nail so high his name
Time will not tear it down.
The happiest heart that ever beat
Was in some quiet breast
That found the common daylight
And left to Heaven the rest.
-John Vance Cheney.
A NEW MEXICAN EPISODE,
BY CLAIRE POTTER.
The sun shone hotly on Anita taifh,
which lay like a small excrescence on
the dun-colored earth. The adobe
house, the fences, the corral, all wore
the sun-baked shade of the level
ground. The silence was not a strange
and dreamy thing, as is usual in soli
tude; 'twas a hot, fierce, aggressive
silence, which seemed to challenge d.s
turbance. No be- or flying thing
buzzed in the air, and, as far as .-ye
could reach, no shade came between
the fiery sun and the flat pray mreaa.
The wind, always defiant, blew
bravely across the sag:bruih,. carrying
with him the remonstrant breath of
the sun, who protested against the per
eleent ~'valry and wou!d not grv him
full sway. Their competition gave lice
to the cattle on the range, to the suf
fering cowboys, and to the small
group of people on tho ranch-house
The sloping roof gave shelter from:
the sun's rays, and the wide-open
doors through the long hall caught
every whiff of the erratic wind as he,
still warring with the sun, blew here
A low hammock occupied the most
shaded spot, and in it swung a girl.
Her face was dark and small and her
little head was covered with a thic.s,
short crop of black curli; her eyes
were very large and darkly gray. All
else about her was small-the tan-col
ered shoes, the slender hands, the
scarlet mouth-and she took but a
speck of room in the wide hammock,
forming a piquant contrast to the two
men beside her. They were both tall
and athletically built; their skins were
of the same color as the house and
earth, with a liberal dash of added
red. One was pronouncedly dark; the
other blue of eye and yellow of hair.
Even before they spoae they were pro
claimed Englishmen. The darker one,
Frank Farringden, turned toward the
girl and said:
"Well, Jack, when did Harry say
he'd come up from Santa Fe? With
that fuss over at Ortegas, and Slaw.
son, the manager, gone, you'll be left
quite alone, won't you?"
"Oh, yes; but only for two nights.
My brother Is coming back on Satur
Gay; there a no one to bother."
The girl put one toe to the floor and
swung forward, showing the "gu:n"
which graced the carved Mexican belt. t
This belt held together the corduroy i
ilrt and white duck 'blouse; a scarlet
silk scarf was knotted around the
brown throat, and a large, heavily
buckled sombrero lay on the floor be
-ide her. Looking out over the mesa,
'"The sun seems to be standing still
ot.there. You should have visitsd
;ol cousin earlier, Captain Charterts. I
I'm afraid you'll take back lurid s~c
count of his adopted land."
The Captain replied with the deep,
mellow Voioe of his country:
"Well, really, Miss Delancey, the
cuntry is beastly bad; but Frankl
seemas to find the people all right."
'"The people!"-a pleased mockery
in the shrill American voice, "That J
must mean us, for we are really the
!'. people about here, Well, Harry,
is a. nile boy, but Slawson and Au
usYt. Victoria can't be called social
-asddat. Then there's myself: but
"--, Now, CAptain Oharteris," ris
-;gS the hammock and swinging for- a
'art dirctly lu front of him, "will t
o lull me if I am difterent from lng. Ii
.lrls---veey much worse, I mean?
SpleaseO teall; I want to know truly a
t"GO htily, Misl Delancey, girls are
daout all alike, jato kui,, only Eag- a
shgirs arme moro kept ·) the back- i
pa.ae, ad that sort of tllg '
'14st, Captatn Chartidg ( an Bug- o
lish girl lat her fathWd and mother a
wbe she was only throe, sad had had Re
7 strong herself, would she bare n
i lr~ y difterent from met' :
'heve was an apiealiag earnestneass
14~ Igh Veaose ad r breathless . a- 1
ia the dark eyes . bharteris
ht eo would answer her quee
time. She smk back e
ard hummed a sdg
the sun' showed the first,'
Sdesending the mena 1
lorts and rode away. It
twiadent the saddle and p
SI stop. with.the *
". - th. old adee. li
59, list 1'fo. .i
place to his fair rival, the moon. 'he
hot grayness had all gone, and the
parched, unlovely earth looked cool
and soft in the clear light. The sage
brush and cactus plants were tempo
rarily given a tint of silvery green,
and the wind, fickle fellow, seemed
conquered by the gentle moon, for
e hand in hand they searched every
nook and corner, blessing all living
things as they went. The portel seem
ed another ;3pot, as it lay in a flood
of milky rays; the chairs, the table,
it the dusty hammock-all seemed fresh
ly covered with shining satin. The
girl was in the same position, but the
corduroy gown had given place to a
white one, and the scarlet kerchief had
pale to rose. The rebellious hair had
beep smoothed until it lay is dusky
rings about the face which the moon
light had whitened, and the tender
rays turned to pink the two scarlet
1, spots-were they of expectation?
n which burned beneath the glowing
e eyes. The sombrero's place on the
e floor was taken by a mandolin, which
l1 slipped from the hands of its owner
e as she started from her lazy swinging
in the hammock, her accustomed ear
e having heard the pressure of horses'
hoofs against the hard ground long,
g long before the riders could be seen.
Listening more intently she soon
a knew there was but one horse, one
rider. The expectancy was ended
v when Capt. Charteris slid from his
; horse, tied it at the gate, and walked
C toward the house, idly swinging the
leather mail bag as he came. Once
Q under the portel, he threw his hat on
Sthe floor and sank: into a low chair
_ beside the girl.
"Poor Frank went on to catch the
train for Santa Fe. Your brother
wrote and urged it. Bah! it's a nasty
Si ride from Ortegas!"
The man broke the silence.
t"Sing something-something Span
Jack played a soft chord on the
mandolin and sang a tender serenade.
As she finished he leaned over her and
"You shall have the answer to the
question of this afternoon now. How
can I compare you to other women,
you who are so strangely different, so
intoxicatingly charming?" He leaned
nearer and took, unrebuked, the tan
ned fingers in his own. "You are
the result of this strange life and cli
mate, and I-oh, you know how I feel!
You have showjs your power over me
since you first raised those eyes to
my face; and when I hear you sing,
then-then you know you hold me,
soul and body, as no woman ever did
before. You know it, don't you,
Unclosing her eyes as from a dream
of bliss, she laid her hand lovingly
upon his shoulder.
"You don't understand me, Captain
Charteris. I suppose I am not like
other girls, and it takes a long, long
time to understand me."
Charteris hid a smile with his hand
The pleading voice was in his ears, the
red mouth near him, the eyes shining
unconscious love in his face, and the
moonlight, the wind, the echoes of the
song roused his slow senses, and put
ting his arm around her he whispered
in his melting voice:
"Jack, do you love me?"
There was no shyness in her rapt
face, as she drew nearer and mur
"Oh, yes; yes, I do love you, and I
was so afraid you would never under
The smile grew broader on the Eng
lishman's face as he ardently kissed
her, and the mistaken moon incau
tiously threw a glamor of tenderness
into the steely eyes, while the vibrat
ing little creature, with her head on
his heart, accepted the moon's soft
blandishments, and worshiped on.
The intense stillness of the summer
night seemed to ask for music, and
Jack drew the mandolin toward her,
playing slowly that sweetest Spanish
air "Media Noebe." While her fingers
were on the strings, Charteris, after i
whispering "Carlssima, querida chi- i
quits" in her willing ear and again
kissing her, strolled to the gate and
mounted his horse. She sat still, a
bright bit of color in the vivid moon-(
light; and as he rode away, waving i
his hat as he went, she played with I
all the strength in her quick hands,
sending after him a flood of melody.
which sounded in his ears long, long
after the agile broncho had borne him I
She slept to dream over the last act J
of her life, and awoke to redream it I
as she wandered restleesly about the a
houste-mr ewing tlathe hatimock. Har
ry and 'arringden would not return I
for two days.
S"Surely Harcourt," she wispered the a
name bluihingly to herself, "would g
Seeking shelter from the heat in the a
loag hall, her eye fell on the forgotten t
mall bag; for occupation she unstrap. I
There were no letters for the Anita a
ranch, but several for Faringden, t
and a landon newspaper which had
been opened, read and refolded. 8he t
salmlesly pntolded it, glancing over I
it uemoaprehendlngly until a penciled J
paragraphattracted her ey, Thisread: n
"The marriage arranged last winter I
between Captain Harcourt Dene 01it- h
ford Chafteris and Lady Bvelyn Maud b
BraD hwerth will be consummated on
Jane I at St. Gs s Heos anover .o
e Square. This marriage will be an ex
e ceedingly important social event, ow
d ing to the prominence of both bride
-and groom, the former being the sec*
- ond daughter of the Earl of Alwyn
t, and the latter the prospective heir of
1 his uncle, Lord Walforth, of Walfortli
r House, Surrey. Captain Charteris will
y shortly return from the American
3 Southwest, where his long stay has
- completely restored his health." The
I paper was still firmly grasped in her
, stiffening fingers. She did not change
- her position; the brown face turned
o a sallower shade, and the eyes had a
s glowing fierceness. She neither cried
i nor spoke, but mechanically refolded
I the paper and replaced it in the bag.
I Night came again; the moon came
r back to the old portel, and with the
wind played a sweet duo in the accus
tomed way. But there was no appre
t ciative grace in the heart of the small
creature who sat here. With wind
i burned face and raging heart she
3 looked out over the broad stretch of
prairies where only last night all had
r seemed a vision of beauty. Suddenly
she leaned back her head and called,
sharply, "Augusta Victoria!"
A slb-like Missouri girl,the domes
tic pivot of the ranch, appeared in
"Well, Miss Jack?"
The black head lowered, and the tan
heel struck the floor several times be
i fore the question came:
"What was Jose up here for this af
º ternoon, and why did he slink away
around the corral, or," quickly lifting
L her head and looking into Augusta
Victoria's eyes, "is he still here?"
'No, he ain't here now; but you
know Jose and me are keepin' com
pany; so why shouldn't he be here?"
"No reason; only he seemed to act
queer, and I am sure I heard him men
tion-mention Captain Charteris's
"Well, yes, he might 'av," uneasily
shifting her lank weight from one fiat
foot to the other.
Jack arose, went over to Augusta
Victoria, and grasped her firmly by
"You know I have never trusted
Jose, and now I know there is some
thing wrong. Tell me-tell me, or I
-well, you know what I can do."
"Oh, dear Miss Jack, save him!
save Jose! save us all!"
Hurriedly, disconnectedly, she told
the trembling little woman before her
the story. Charteris had had a quar
rel with Mexicans on the lower Pecos;
that in saving his own life he had shot
his assailant; that the dead man was a
cousin to Jose, who, with his broth
ers were all left to right the wrong.
That they were to meet at Ortegai,
and were going to Farringden's ranch,
where Charteris was alone; that the
settlement would be short, and that
oh, dear, oh!-they had already
Without a word Jack rushed, hat
less, for the corral. Her own little
broncho, Lorita, was soon girthed,and
they were off over the mesa, the start
led horse fairly maddened as the heavy
end of the quirt struck her tender
flanks with repeated blows. Her gen
tle mistress seemed turned into a de
mon, as mile after mile they flew
not by the trail, but over the range,
where quicksands lurked, and prairie
dogs' holbs were traps to the galloping
horse's feet. On they went, the mare
goaded to frenzy by the shrill voice
and raining blows. The Farringden
ranch lights were in sight, and Jack,
her heart a triphammer in her side,
gave a final shout to speed Lorita on.
but a treacherous hole caughPone of
the horse's slender legs, breaking it,
and throwing the little broncho in an
agony of pain to the ground, where
her rider lay, unhurt. Without a
glance at her dearly loved horse, Jack
sprang to her feet and rushed like a
coyote over the ground.
The altitude exhausted her feeble
lungs, and when she stumbled across i
the doorwayv of Farringden's ranch
speech had almost left her. The cur
tain was up, and Charteris sat by the
table, under a swngiing lamp, writing.
With one swift movement she pulled
down the treacherous shade, threw l
herself upon his breast and stretched
out her arms protecting around him,
as, listening to every wind-breath, she
"Come with me-there is no time to '
Seeing determined negation in his I
face, she continued:
"There is not a moment to lose.
Jose Gonzales and his brothers are be
hind me. They are fierce with pulquei
and revenge. Come, come!"
"Never! I'11 face the cowardly 1
"Harcourt,"-a deep wall of de
spairing passion in her voice-'"I love I
you, dearest, with all the life God has
given me, and I beg of you, for the
sake of your hope and mine in Heaven
to listen to me." Her shielding arms
were again around him,mand fifty kisses
were pressed on his lips. "Harcourt, 1
sweetheart, do my will just this once
this once!" And he obeyed.
Through the rear door of the house
they went. With her hand locked in
hia, they rushed toward the canon,
Jack guiding the rebellious English
man. At length she stopped. "I can
g- no further," and pulling the red
kerehlef from her neck she held it to
"What shall I do with you, Har- I
.court? Ther will kill oel" t
He took the hand at her side. 'Twa,
red with blood.
e The galloping horses and excited
Spanish voices reached them as Jack
a rushed into the clear light.
t "Jose Gonzales, is that you?"
II "Si, senorita."
1 The girl advanced to where the
i three horseman had reined and talked
s earnestly in Spanish. The voices were
e first high and fierce, then low and
r pleading, finally soft and consenting,
e as they slowly turned and rode away.
I She walked back to Charteris.
1 "Come!" she said. How differently
I the voice from an hour before! She
I said no more, but started forward,
"Jack," he called-"dear little Jack-"
s you have saved my life and I am a
"Don't speak to me," she replied, bit.
I terly. "Saddle me a horse. I'll wait
for it inside."
Two horses were soon tied at the
gate, and he entered the room where
1 Jack stood, not as she had so short
a time before, panting, glowing, reck
less, the embodiment of love and brav
ery, but instead, a pallid, sombre
eyed woman, whose strange quiet was
I a terror to the man before her.
"They have given you your life,"
she said, "because I promised them
that in the early morning you would
go. I told them this; they believed
me; you must go."
"Yes, I will go; but you-you who
have risked your precious life-have
brought on this fearful thing," point
ing to the blood-stained hand. "What
shall I do for you?"
"I am past help,' recklessly. "God
is good; he has sent this-if not
enough, the stream in the canon will
be a rbaring torrent in May."
She started toward the gate, he
"Jack, .Jack, let me go with you!"
"No; but you can go across the
range," pointing southward, "and
shoot Lorita-I couldn't do that," cov
ering her eyes with her trembling fin
She mounted; he followed, and they
rode slowly toward the trail.
"Jack," he whispered tenderly,
"why have you given me my life and
turned it to bitterness like this?"
She rode nearer and laid her hand
on the horn of his saddle.
"Do not dare to follow me. Shoot
Lorita quickly and kindly. With her
will die your memory of these days.
I have read the London Times, and I
When Harry Delaney returned to
the Anita ranch the weeping Augusta
Victoria met him in the portel. A
rude emblem of black swung from the
door knob and inside the house the
little mistress lay still and silent, at
rest forever. "The old trouble" and
the new one had ended all.
The London Times announced that
on June 20 at St. George's, Hanover
Square, were married Captain Har
court Dene Clifford Charteris and Lady
Evelyn Maud Barkaworth.-McClure's
Law Silt Peaditg 45 Years.
A special from Grafton, W. Va., says:
There is in the Circuit Court of this
county a case, sent back by the last
term of the State Supreme Court for
retrial, wnich rivals Dickens' celebrat
ed case of Jarndyce vs. Jarndyoe. When
the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad was
built through this country over forty
five years ago, Chardles Venderweker
did some of the grading. The settle
ment of the contract led to the grader
suing the Baltimore and Ohio in the
courts of what was then Virginia.
Since them the case has been four times
in the Supreme Court, having been
sent back last week.
Vanderwerker is still living, but he
is not prosecuting the casee now, hav
ing assigned his claim to bae Nye. Van
derwerker is an old man and has been
kept poor paying attorey's fees.a The
first judges who tried the case are long
since dead, as are moat of the supreme
Judgs who first heard it. The full
amount of the claim now, with inter
eat, is less than $10,000.-Philadelphia
An envious young lady called a phy
sician for a light allment, which she
magnified into a serious one. "Run,"
said the doctor to a servant, giving
him a preecription, "to the nearest
chemist and bring back the medicine
as quickly as you can." "Is there
much danger?" replied the young lady
in alarm. "Yes," said the doctor, "if
your servat is not quick it will be use
less." "Oh! doctor, shall I die?" gasp
ad the patient. "There is no danger of
that," said the doctor, "but you may
get wellbefore Thomas returns."
A grammar school in Ohio, has been
closed because of a free fight. The
superintendent and principal came to
blows, the scholars and townspeople
took sides, and now the people are so
busy fighting that they haven't time
to think of education.
La~ly Mary Howard has been pre
sented by the citizens of Sheffield,
Eng., with a magnificent necklace of
diamonds in recognition of her ser
vices as Lady Mayoress from 1895 to
It is said that 700 Chinarpen in San
Francisco have professed conversion
to the Salvation Army.
OUR YOUNG PEOPLE.
CHILDREN AT SCHOOL
Bam it in, cram it in,
Children's heads are hollow;
Slam it in, jim it in,
Still there's more to follow;
Hygiene and history,
Greek and trigonometry,
Bam it in, cram it in,
Children's heads are hollow.
Scold it in, mould it in,
All that they can swallow;
Fold it in, hold it in,
Still there's more to follow;
Faces pinched, sad and pale,
Tell the same unvarying tale,
Tell of moments robbed from sleep
Meals untasted, studies deep;
Those who've passed the furnace
With aching brow will tell to you
How the teacher crammed it in,
Rammed it in, jammed it in,
Crunched it in, punched it in,
Rubbed it in, clubbed it in,
Pressed it in and caressed it in,
Rapped it in and slapped it in,
When their heads were hollow.
A LESSON IN OBEDIENCE.
A young carpenter, working on a
high roof, suddenly began slipping
toward the edge. "Press hard on
one heel I" came the cry of his brother,
above. "Why should I press on one
heel ?" whimpered the boy. "Obey
orders !" was the stern reply. The
boy did so, found his course arrested
at the very brink, and was soon res
cued. To-day, as one of the prom
inent orators and evangelists of this
continent, he attributes his success
largely to the lesson of obedience
learned on that slopit g roof.
THE LEGEND OF THE DIPPER.
There is a pretty story which tells
how the seven stars came to form the
Once in a country far away the
people were dying of thirst. There
had been no rain for months. The
rivers and springs and brooks had all
dried up. The plants and flowers had
withered and died. The birds were
so hoarse they could not sing. The
whole land was sad and mournful.
One night after the stars had come
out, a little girl with a tin dipper in
her hand crept quietly out of a house
and went into a wood near by. Kneel
ing down under a tree, she folced her
hands and prayed that God' would
send rain, if it were only enough to
fill her little dipper. She prayed so
long that at last she fell asleep. When
she awoke she was overjoyed to find
her dipper full of clear, cool water.
Remembering that her dear mother
was ill and dying of thirst, she did
not even wait to moisten her parched
lips, but taking up her dipper she
hurried home. In her haste she
stumbled, and alas! dropped her
precious cup. Just then she felt
something move in the grass beside
her. It was a little dog, who, like
herself, had almost fainted for want
of water. She lifted her dipper, and
what was her surprise to find that not
a drop had been spilled. Pouring
out a few drops on her hands she held
it out for the dog to lick. He did so
and seemed much revived, but as she
poured out the water the tin dipper
had changed to one of beautiful silver.
Reaching home as soon as possible,
she handed the water to the servant
to give it to her mother.
"Oh," said her mother, "I will not
take it. I shall not live anyhow.
You are younger and stronger than I."
As she gave the servant the dipper
it changed into shining gold. The
servant was just about to give each
person in the house a spoonful of the
preciouswater when she saw a stranger
at the door. He looked sad and weary
and she handed him the dipper of
water. He took it, saying:
"Blessed is he that gives a cup of
cold water in His Name.
A radiance shone all about him and
immediately the golden dipper became
studded with seven sparkling dia
monds. Then it burst forth into a
fountain, which supplied the thirsty
land with water. The seven diamonds
rose higher until they reached the
sky, and there changed into bright
stars, forming the "Great Dipper,"
telling the story of an unselfish act.
BOW HIRAM SPENT HIS SHBIMP MONEY.
"I wish my mother had a ring like
those the ladies wear at the hotel,"
said Hiram Green to himself one day.
"There isn't one of those ladies as
pretty as my mother; she ought to
wear rings too."
Hiram was the son of a fisherman,
but the father had died when Hiram
was a little boy. Hiram's mother
took in sewing and fancy work to earn
money to support herself and her son.
He helped her what he could out of
school hours, and in vacation. He
had two uncles who had taught him
how to catch shrimps. With the
money he earned by selling them he
could buy things for his own use or
pleasire.. He did not mean to count
his shoney until the bank was full.
Now Hiram loved his mother more
than anything else in the world.
Whenever he dreamed of being rich
some time, as boys Afea do. it was
not for himself he wanted the money,
but that the dear little mother might
drive in a carriage, drawn by a pair of
horses with clinking chains.
The sight of the flashing gems on
the hands of some of the summer
visitors at the fishing village in which
he lived had added a new article to
the list of beautiful things his mother
was some day to own. He had heard
that just one single diamond was
sometimes worth five hundred dollars
or more. This had discouraged him
very much. But one day happening
to pass a shop in the neighboring
town he saw a number of rings dis
played in the window. Diamond
.rings which flashed and sparkled, it
seemed to him, just as those worn by
the ladies in the hotels. He stopped
fascinated, and pressed his face against
the glass, eager to see if any prices
were marked upon them. Imagine
his surprise when he saw upon the
largest one a tag marked $4.75. He
looked again to see if hehad notmade
a mistake. Perhaps it was $475.000.
But no, he knew enough about figures
to see that he was right the first time.
Home he went as feet as he could
get there, and ran up into his bed
room. Then, for the first time since
he had begun to save his "shrimp.
money" he opened his bank and
counted its contents. "Three dollar
and twenty-two cents I" he cried, "al
most enough. I was going to buy
something for myself this time, but
I'll have that ring before another
Hiram worked early and late for the
next few days. He caught more
shrimps than he had ever caught be
fore in the same length of time, and
sold them readily.
"I think there must be something
you are wanting very much, mo boy,"
said his mother.
"Yes, there is," replied Hiram.
At the end of the week he had the
sum desired. Hurrying to the shop
where he had seen the ring, before
going inside he gave one haty, al
most frightened look into thewindow.
Could it be gone ! No, there it was
flashing and sparkling as belore.
That evening, he placed it on his
mother's finger. She looked at it in
surprise. "It is yours, mother," he
cried, proudly, "your very own; I
bought it with my shrimp money. I
was determined my mother should
have a ring as handsome as those
"My dear boy," said his mother,
while something as bright as theehia
ing stone flashed in her eyes, "not
one of those ladies can value their
rings as I shall value mine."
Years afterward Hiram learned that
what he had bought for a diamond
was only a bit of glass."
"Did you know it then, mother ?"
His mother nodded. "And you
never told me."
"It was brighter to me than any
real diamond," she said; "the bright
ness I saw flash in it was the unselfish
love of my boy."
Petrified Body ef a Woman.
Oscar Cobb and John Shackelfordl,
while hunting on Dr. F. Shackelford's
farm, near Fayetteville, Mo., in Hasel
township, this county, discovered the
body of a petrified woman. While
traversing a small ravine one of the
boys found under the roots of a tree,
where the water had hollowed out the
bank, what he supposed to be human
feet. On investigation he discovered
they were solid stone, and attached
to some unyielding substance. Seenr
ing assistance, the boys returned, and
the tree and earth removed, exposing
the body of a nude woman in a perfect
state of petriflcation. The discovery
was taken to Fayettevile, where it
was measured and weighed and viewed
by hundreds of people. The mohl is
that of a vuluptuous woman, five and
one half feet high, and the weight 265
pounds. The features are perfect, face
round and full, and, it is claimed, tcould
easily be recognized if anyone was
living today who had known her nla
lire. Dr. Shackelford hars owned the
farm for fifty years, and no one was
ever buried near the spot. The tree
growing immediately over the body,
however, places the date of the burlal
at some remote period in the settle
ment of the county, if not prior to our
present civilization. Those who have
inspected the petrification critically say
that it is not an Indian. The only ab.
rasion or marks on the body are a
hole in the right side and a protrud
Ing arrow head on the left, indicating
that death resulted from the wounds
Several citizens from this city have
viewed the body, and claim that it it
as perfect as the work of. a sculptor.
the toes and finger nails being as diLs
tinct as those of a living person. It
will be brought to this city and placed
on exhibition.-St. Louis Globe-Delo.
Pintard Overshot the Murk.
The spirit of prophecy came to one
John Pintard in 1823, and be Indulged
in a little essay, which he called the
"Reverie of a Solitaire." The popunla
tion of the city th'en was about 125,000,
and this is what the dreamer's imasg.
ination shadowed forth as the limit ot
possibility: "Before the close of the
century the populatfoa will equal, ii
not outvle, London, the most miglae
metropolis of Europe. and eai Ie8
numbers, possibly New Orleani eeept.
ed, any city in the New World"-Ne