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THE SHAMROCK,
The following lines on the "Sham- I
rock," received in a letter from Cork, 1
Ireland, have been handed to us for t
publication. They were composed on L
St. Patrick's Day, by a blind girl, at the t
asylum in that city: r
The spreading rose is fair to view, )
And rich the modest violet's hue,
Or queenly tulip filled with dew,
And sweet the lily's fragrance, t
But there's a flower more dear to me,
That grows not on a branch or tree,
But in the glass plays merrily,
And of its there are but three-
'Tis Ireland's native Shamrock.
My country's flower, I love it well,
For every leaf a tale can tell,
And teach the minstrel's harp to swell
With praise of Ireland's Shamrock.
The emblem of our faith divine, P
Which blest St. Patrick made to shine, ti
To teach eternal truths sublime,
And which shall last as long as time,
And long as blooms the Shamrock. a
0 twine a wreath of Shamrock leaves- ti
They decked the banners of our chiefs, tl
And calmed the Irish exile's griefs- si
Ireland's treasure is the Shamrock. 1l
The muse inspired with words of praise
The poets of our early days
To write in many a glowing phrase
And sing in powerful, thrilling lays i
The virtues of the Shamrock,
He who has left his island home,
Beneath a foreign sky to roam,
And in a foreign clime unknown,
How dear he loves the Shamrock.
When on the feast of Patrick's Day,
He kneels within the church to pray
For holy Ireland far away, tl
He feels again youth's genial ray, si
While gazing on the Shamrock. tr
The brightest gem or fairest flower w
That ever bloomed in eastern bower
Possessed for him not half the power
That dwells within the Shamrock. pi
Sweet memories like refreshing dew bi
The past with all its charms renew- ha
The church, the spot where wild flowers m
grew,
The faithful friends, the cherished few
He left to cull the Shamrock. w
st
Land of the West, my native isle,
May heaven's love upon thee smile,
To banish foes that may beguile
The lovers of the Shamrock. m
May God forever cherish thee at
In peace and love and harmony, sh
And rank the proud mid nations free, try
Thus pray thy children fervently th
For Ireland and the Shamrock. bi
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* SLOW BUT SURE. se
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BY E. N. w.
"How on earth, Simpson," said I the ex
other day to a friend of mine whom I be
was visiting-"how on earth did a de
backward, diffident fellow like you of
ever manage to say, 'Will you w' to a ly
witty, saucy, self-poised woman like in,
your wife?" an
I really was curious to know, as tel
Simpson was such a slow, sedate per- inl
son, and his wife was such a firefly, an
and there always seemed to me some- feo
thing incongruous in their union. wr
Simpson made his usual deliberate life
pause, 'before answering. "Well, I do
reckon" my friend is a boosier-"I yo
reckon it was queer I ever asked her,
and to tell the way it happened was I
queerer still." doi
We had carried our chairs into the he'
front yard, in order to smoke in Vel
greater eomfort; and I now tilted 'M
mine back against a tree, knowing thi
that the story that was brewing in
my friend's mind would not be over ne
in a hurry. I condense it f6r the
benefit of those readers who may not rat
have as much leisure and patience as Ir
I had: the
"Yer see," he began, slowly clear
ing his throat and crossing his legs, for
"I was always rather soft-like about be
Susie, from the time I used to sit by she
her in school and work her sums. me
She hadn't a particle of ahead for fig.
ures, and I had, so we suited pretty Ion
well as long as school lasted; and haa
Susie, though she used to laugh at me be
more than any of the girls, liked me Be]
a little too, for it isn't in human na- of i
ture not to like the person that works
your sums. I know, because that was
about all the way I had of making gu
friends when I was a boy, and Imade dos
a good many. But when our school to i
days were over most of them forgot, bul
but Susie never did. She was the for
prettiest and most popular girl'in the sail
country, and bad no end of beaux, of
but she always had, God bless her ! se
as brighta smile for poor old slow Ben wo'
as any of them. I knew I wasn't as to
brisk and as lively as the best of wO
them, and when I saw it didn't make to a
any difference, it went right straight
through and through me, and I'd a sto
died for her any minute; but I could pee
not tell her so. Seemed like I was clo
slower and dumber with her than any- and
body else. aga
"For this reason I didn't often call "
on her, or ask her company to parties fatl
and the hke; but when I did she was for
always so kind and pleasant like that
I was happy for a month afterward. ~
"Well, there was a party one night you
at Squire Coon's* and as it wasn't far,
and Susie wonuld only have to be kitt
bored with me going and coming, I see,
asked her to go with me, and she said We 41
'Certainly,' and smiled as if itrwas the he fq
greatest treat in the While world. when
"As the 'Squire's was only half a Jusi
un. mile from Susie's home, and there rupte4
rk, was a nice dry path through the from
for woods, we walked. It was about the Ben,
on middle of Octobpr, and the path we cold,
the took was heaped with dry leaves that coat o
made a pleasant rustle under our feet. Sim
A watery moon and a slim turnout of telling
stars gave us just enough light to out an
make the tree trunks on either side of there
the path look like anything else but the phi
what they were. came
"The only remark I remember to of his
have made on the way to the house saw pi
was that it was going to rain before happe
morning, and that I hoped it would- had m
I little thought how much reas'n I done
had to hope.
"I don't recollect much about the
party, except that I sat most of the
me, time in a particular corner and watch- The
ed Susie as much as I dared. fourth
"When the party had broken up, three-4
C. and we were starting home, I noticed the nu?
- that the sky was thickly crowded and ers not
I, the night dark. The'Squire wilo was board
sitting on the front porch smoking a the tin
k. late pipe, called after us: a gene
0o 'Better stay all night, Benjy, it's see t
going to rain.' before
But we thought not. When we got course,
into the woods, however, we began to went b
think so, and it was dark and no mis- horse t
take. The farther we went, the deeper coat.
became the darkness. I knew the leave t
path we had to follow, every curve in the f
in it. But the carpet of dead leaves bins, a
bothered me. I had to stop two or anxiou
three times, and grope about, on either and Ar
side, to make sure, I was on the right ing; th
track; and the last time I found I off his
was not in it, and what was worse critnsoi
couldn't find it. sleeves
"I kept up the seardh as long as sudden
possible, dreading to tell Susie of the which
blunder I had made. But the truth of the
had to come out at last; and, as if to Parole
"r make matters really serious, it began and le
to rain--a dull, pattering fall, that stand,
would probably last till daylight, and forth I
she exposed to it. After
"She tried to make a joke of it at proclai
first; but as the rain came more and were ol
more steadily, she became frightened across 1
and nervous. I found her the best sky; pi
shelter I could at the roots of a great is strut
tree, but the rain reached her even apd sh<
there. She had nothing round her visible
but a light shawl-for the evening vening
had been uncommonly warm for the whole
season-and I knew she would soon begins
be thoroughly chilled; so, being very increaM
tough myself, and used to all sorts of nearer
to exposure, I just took off my coat and ward t
I begged her to wrap it round her shoul- terrific
a ders, but she would hear to nothing ahead,
u ofthe sort,and bade me,quito brusque- flying
a ly to put on my coat. But the rain' and as
:e increased, and the night grtow damper into tht
and colder. I resolved to take mat. them oi
u ters in my own hands. Without say- -Knigi
Sing a word I just wrappell the coat I Ridotto
r, around her shoulders mysef, and, for behind,
Sfear she wouldn't take it, i said, by mur ha
way of apology, you see, I'd give my King '
e life for yoi any minute, Susie, and it wins!"
I don't stand to reason I shouldn't give these s
I you my coat.' are bet
r, "She kept as mute as a ngouse while front.
s I was fixing the coat; but When I was rose, thu
done, she shook my hand, in both of Earl of
e her's, and, says she, 'Do ydu think so becomei
1 very much of me, Ben ?' and, says I, winss!
j 'More than I can tell, or you can Now the
g think, I reckon.' close to
S "And, says she, 'Why did you Parole?
r never tell me so before ' ' shrieks
e "Well,' says I, 'you know I'm me. TI
t rather slow of speech; and, besides, thunder
SI reckoned you wouldn't cre to hear grand r 1
the like from me." seen to
S "She didn't say nothing after that with the
for a good long spell, till f began to ih an in
t be afraid he~wsaoffi'n;d~n;thuas two stri
Sshe, 'You may sit doywn here beside him; ti
, me, if you like, Ben.' smother
"I did so, and then, after another fas pa
long spell, says she, str king my thousan
I hand with one of her's yolt are the men for
B best and kindest man in ite world, moment
a Ben; and I like you betteri thtan all crowd,
Sof them.' andintl
a "My shirt sleeves were by this time broad e
, wet enough to wring, and fthe chill ril itl
4 gusts that every now and tlien swept toward
, down from the tree tops wexe enough them col
I to make a Newfoundland dog shiver; over the
but I never felt warmer or m'yre conm- the ci
fortable in my life than whcln Susie a good I
Ssaid that. I never felt my slowness and hon
of speech more in my life, though it kec." (
Sseemed as if I could not think of any mind, n
Sword that meant enough. o I had expect n
Sto listen to Susie without saying a you can
f word myself, but she did not appear havelai
,to mind it a.bit.' coated h
t "Well, the first thing lknewv it had tan to-m
Sstopped raining, and the moon was
I peeping down through a drift in the Durin
clouds. I found the path in no time; a rural j
and Susie made me put on nmy coat to know
again. be stopp
"When we got home to Susii's, her He had
father was just turning out t look ma of
for us, and met us, at the yard gate.' withwhi
"'Soaked, but smiling,, says he. mystiflei
"What on earth has happened to make anguish
you look so pleasant, when y ' are come hei
both as wet as a couple of drvnedconfuse 1
kittens ?' He had .lit a lantern you "I supi
see, and flashed it right in our ce* wearily
yid We 4 f.t tell him anything thTen, Bet
he he foand out about .a.month after,
when I came to ask for Susie."
a Just at that moment we were inter
'e rupted by a pretty scolding voice
he from the house, exclaiming,: "Why,
he Ben, you will catch your death of
we cold, sittipg out tl$re thput your
at coat on when the dew is falling."
,t. rSimpson had 'bebn over an hoir
of telling his story. Our pipes b~ d gone
to out and the sun had gone down, but
of there was light enough still to mark
at the placid expression of delight tjat
came over his face at the mere sound
o of his wife's voice; and I thought I
saw plainer than ever before how it
re happened that the lively little Susie
had married my slow friend, and had
I done wisely in so doing.
ie PABOLE,
. The great race of the day was
fourth on the card, but it was at least
, three-quarters of an hour behind time,
d the numbers and jockeys of the start
d ers not being hoisted on the new signal
is oard until nearly half an hour after
the time fixed for the race. There was
a general move toward the paddock to
see the illustrous stranger Parole
before the bell rang for clearing the
t course, and, as I said before, many
A went back to lay 5 to 1 agaidst the
. horse that had queerhocks and a rough
coat. Parole was the first horse to
leave the paddock. He was saddled
e in the far corner, Mr. Itowland Rob
, bins, acting as Mr. Lorillard's agent,
r anxiously watching the operation,
r and Archer, the jockey, superintend
it lg; then the famous jockey slipped
I off his over-coat and revealed the
Scrimson jacket and black-banded
sleeves of the colors which have so
8 suddenly leaped into celebrity, and
e which a mean spirited cavalier in one
h of the daily papers calls "gaudy."
o Parole wrs the first out of the paddock
u and led the canter past the grand
t stand, his magnificent action calling
a forth loud expressions of approval.
After one false start the bell rang,
,t proclaiming that the eighteen runners
a were off. You can see them yonder,
I across the hill, in a clump against the
t sky; presently the knot breaks up and
t is strung out in a long line, the heads
a and shoulders of the jockeys only are
r visible as the horses pass the inter
g vening furse bushes, and then the
e whale race bursts into sight. Now
l begins the murmur of the crowd,
r increasing as the bright Jackets come
f nearer and nearer. Down the hill to
I ward the Tattenham Corner, at a
- terrific pace. Where is Parole? not
a ahead, certainly. Three horses are
flying on in advance of all others,
i and as they sweep around the corner
r into the straight run in, you can make
them out by the colors of their riders
--Knight of Burghley, Elf King,
Ridotto. The crimson jacket is
rbehind, among the crowd. The mur
r mur has swelled into a roar :-" Elf
King wins!" "Knight of Burghley
wins!" Five seconds more and both
these suddenly fall to the rear;. they i
are beaten. Ridotto flashes to the
front. He carries the primrose and
rose, the familiar colors of the popular
Earl of Rosebery. The roar now
becomes a deafening shout, "Ridotto
wins! Ridotto wins!! Ridotto wins! !!"
Now they are up to the grand stand i
close to the winning post. 'f~Where is
Parole ? My God ! where is Parole 1"
shrieks a frenzied American close to
me. The horses sweep past with
thundering hoof, and now, before the
grand stand is passed, Fred Archer is
seen to let go the head of the' horse
with the queer hocks and rough coat i a
ih an instaint Ridotto is challenged;
two strides more Parole is level with
him; the next moment Ridotto is
smothered and the "gaudy" colors
flash past the post ahead. Twenty
thousand pounds, if you please gentle
men for the American stable. The
moment the horse had passed, the
crowd, as usual, rushed in behind,
and in the twinkling of an eye the
broad green course is packed from
rail with a dense black mass, surging
toward the "jockey's gate," to see
them come back to weigh. Yonder,
over thelheads of the crowd, comes
the crimson jacket and black cap, and
a good hearty cheer, honestly meant
and honestly given, greet "the Yan
kee." Cheers from the British public,
mind, not fronm the ring. You canlx't
expect men who are hard hit to cheer;
you can't be surprised~ if men who a
have laid heavily against this rough b
coated horse for the Great Metropoli
tan to-morrow to shout "Hooray !"
During a recent trial in New London a
a rural juror appealed to the court
to know "if the lawyers cduld not
be stopped from bothering the jury."
He had become bewildered in the
maze of technicalities and subtleties
with.which the lawyers had apparently N
mystified the case, and he cried in p
anguish of spirit: "Them lawyers fo
come here on purpose to bother and a
confuse us jurors, don~t they, Judge ?" al
"I suppose they do, my friend," is
wearily ansmwered is Honor. ol
at OutIbBAH ML1TYT
' Hangaing of, ober Oheneyr-00 Pe.
r- P m t
EIIe &i sbtuk.]
, On the first day 'of r'ne last .Oti
of comitunity was shocked ,at' tlhe ah
r nounem'ent" hat a tape had. been
committed on 'a young White girl in
this town--Miss Amelia Volght--by a
ir colored man. The whole town was
in' a state of excitement immediately,
and had it not been for the calm coun
sels- of a few individuals, Judge
i Lynch would have settled the fate of
I im who was hung upon the scaffold
it yesterday.
The fearful deed of rape was com
d mitted on the first of June last, 1878.
He was arrested iand committed to
jail on the samne morning after having
beei: badly fiagelated by the brothers
of the young'dgirl. On 'the 16th' of
is July following a true bill Was found
!t by the Grand Jury, and on the 23d of
3, the same month he was tried and
c- convicted. He was seetenced on the
il 27th of July by Judge Charles Mc
r Vea, ,), N, Barrow, Esq., Attorney
a for the prisoner, took an'appeal to the
o Supreme Court, the case was examinen
e and a judgment rendered in April
e last.
Y On the 5th of May of this year the
o Governor signed a death warrant
h which was read to the prisoner on the
7th.
From that 'time up to the moment
of his execution he has ha4 every op
portunity of preparing his soul for the
great hereafter. He was visited sev
eral times by the Catholic priest of
this phrish and had every opportu
e nity by the visits of preachers of his
own color, and almost every denom
ination, to select the religion he pro
posed to die believing in. He chose
the Baptist Church and desired the
services of the Rev. John Ashby, of
Donaldsonville. The preacher an
swered the call, and he in connection
with Rev. George Holmes and Rev.
i~an Ellis, prepared the prisoner for
his final doom. The Rev. John Ash
by deserves great credit for his labors
in this regard. . About two minutes
before the time appointed for the exe
cution, we visited the prisoner. He
was then eating a biscuit, and in
reply to the question we propounded
to him, how he felt I he stoically re
plied, "Don't you see how I feel, I
am hungry." Precisely at 11 o'clock,
Sheriff Caneza led the prisoner from
the jail to the scaffold, which was
erected in the courthouse yard, near
the Clerk's office. On mounting the
scaffold he looked as one about to
exhibit himself. He looked at the
scaffold, rope and surroundings wist
fully, and appeared--contrary to our
expectations-to welcome the mode
of death which stared him in the face.
BSheriff Caneza, Rev. J. H. Aslhby,
George Holmes and Dan Ellis, were
with him on the stand.
After the reading of the death war
rant by Sheriff Caneza, which, by the
way, little attention was paid to by
the culprit, Cheney made the follow- 1
ing remarks:
"Well, my friendsePthank God I
am here before you. I hope that I
may go to a better world. I have
prayed to God that I may go there
forever and eternity. This world is
nothing but troubles and trials and I
hope that all here present ma4 meet
me pn the other shore. I hope this
will be an example to all the young
and old, white and black."
After this short speech the.culprit
joined in repeating the Lord's prayer
with Rev. John Ashby.
After the prayer had been finished, d
anti a few more words from the
preacher, a smile broke forth upon o
his countenance--and although we
have seen many hangings in our life,
we have never seen one suffer death
more stoically and bravely than Rob
ert Cheney. After his feet and arms
had been properly secured, he shook i
hands with thie Sheriff and bade him a
goodby, and thanked him and the tl
jailor for the good treatment he had d
received at their hands while a pris- n
oner. cl
While the hangman-whonm we re- I
gret to say-is a native of thie town i
and a volunteer on the occasion, was a
arujusting the noose, with the assist- t
anee of the Sheriff, Cheney uttered h
his last word: "Goodby, my friends, tl
goodbye, this is the last of me." ci
The rope and fall was not properly aj
arranged and his struggles were greatr, di
over six minutes. On examination ce
by the physicians it was clearly at
shown that his deatlh was caused bF w
straugulation. pi
He was cut down at 11 and o'clock H
and his body delivered to the congre
gation over which George Holmes ti
presides, ang he was buried in the ts
Society Graveyard. y.
. During a difficulty that occurred at to
New Texas Landing between George l
Washington and Reuben Harden, the
former was shot through the neck
and instantly killed. A woman was
at the bottom of the trouble. Wash
ington was quarrelsome, tijifling and
of no account.-Pointe Couee Pelican. d
John E. PoindexrWA lought ,lp
Sto receive, his mo sentenof tw years'
'bprisonment inpthe peosine ary for
killing C. Ce. Ourtis on I the tld.i off
SMarch last. 'ihe prisoner wasneatly
' dressed in a dark Prince Albert suit.
e He did not appear much depressed,
f and his tall, slender figure and rather
d handsonme features showed to-advan
tage. The court had been in session
'- nearly an hour when the clerk ordered
. Poindexter to stand up, and he asked
A him if lie had anything to say why
g sentence should not be pronounced.
S Much to the surprise of everybody, he
f made an address, which had evidently
d been prepared, for he read from afew
f sheets of paper which were covered
d covered with interlineations and
e scratches. Its delivery affieted many
i- n the court room, and hone more
Y visibly than his Honor, Judge .Chris
e tian.
n Poindexter said: "May it please
it your Honor, if I bowed my head to
this sentence and did not protest
e against the injustice of this verdict
It which, if ratified by this community,
e makes me the first victim of A revolu
tion in a traditional sentiment of my
native State, that has educated me
to believe that the defeqse of woman
e is one of the first duties a man owes
to himself and society, I should be
false to every feeling that goes to
form the strongest conviction of inno
cence in my own breast. No one
more deeply deplores this sad and
most unhappy tragedy and the unfor
tunate circumstances that led thereto
e than myself. My feelings will not
permit me now, nor have I the
strength, bowed down with sorrow as
my heart now is, to go into any ex
tended defense of my course. I do
not claim to be faultless. I am but
human, and moved by those passions
with which God in His judgment hath
seen fit to fill the souls of men. As
to the charge that I was moved by
malice in taking the life of the de
ceased, I do, in the name of heaven,
again plead not guilty. Let me say ]
it in the face of God, and as I value
my soul's salvation, I had no desire i
or wish to take his life, and every
feeling which I may have had was
crowded from my mind by the all
absorbing thought that my life was
at stake, and the God-given law of
self-defense alone controlled my ac
tion. Willingly and gladly would I
give half my days to return to his
sorrowing sister and friends the life
which lies on my hands and raise
from their hearts the grief which no
less oppresses~ mine. I will simply t
ask that charity may be extended to
me and others which I so willingly
accord to all. It is not enough, your
Honor, that the very foundation of my
life will ever be slowly fretted away
by the deep sorrow that must accom
pany me to my grave. The chas- 1
tisement is surely sufficient, the bit- is
terness of which no heart can know
but my own. I do not complain of
the number of years contained in this
verdict. Sir, two are as good as
twenty. Suffice it to say, if this ver
dict is ever carried into effect, the
sentence you are about to pronoune 14
is a death sentence, that crushes out
of my life all hope, all happiness, and
only leaves me what man's law can- h
not take from me. I feel no sense of
guilt or disgrace; ut carry this ver- t
dict into execution, and, with my
nature and the thought of those loved
ones who'are so dear to me, I should
be utterly crushed. In closing Ithank
your Honor, from my heart for your
sincere and feeling expression of sym.
pathy." .
In the beginning Poindexter read s
in a firm and distinct voice, which j
could be easily heard in all parts of
the court room. When he said, "Ic
do, in the name of heaven, again plead
not guilty," his voice rang out in
clear, strong and emplhatfe tones.
There was pathos in his uttering,
'%ladly would I give half my days,n
and "I ask that charity may be ex- e
tended to me and others;" but when d
he canue to speak of the bitterness of 1
tile chastisement his words began to
choke in his throat, and hie was greatly I
agitated, and it was only by extraor- y
dinary effort that he was able to pro- n
ceed. As it was, a few words were
stifled in utterance. Hats and hands
were placed before many faces as the h
prisoner closed and stood with head '
bowed awaiting the dread sentence. i
Judge Christian, his voice husky, t
then sentenced the prisoner to be a
taken to the penitentiary for two
years, the execution of which een
tence was suspended until August 18,
to afford counsel an opportunity to
appeal to the Court of Appeals, which
meets July 10. cl
"Love is blind," and that is the Ii
weason why it can get along with one W
small lamp turned town as low as "it hi
will burn, as well as a blazing chant- "
delier of fifty burners. is
t. nwgalk, ai':a g
ever, and cards are out i
ly gentleman walked in as uif
. quested aprivate confab a t i
with:
"You seen like a nice young e bi -,
and perhaps you are in lobe With
Marury.
"Yes, I am," was the hItest rojly.
"Haven't said anything to hit et,
have you t"
"Well, d; bn t I think she1 oiprO
e cates my affection."
"Does, elibt" Well, let ae ` `i : 6d .
something. Her ipoter dd
tie, and there's no doubt thati `i
d has inherited her insanity."
"I am willing to take the chatndes"
r replied the lover.
"YeSbi but you see Mary hasia tadrii
ble temper. She has twice dtia
e knife on me with ,intent to Ciommit
:, murder."
I "I'm used to that--got a sister just
et like her," was the answer.
"And you know that I have sworn
a solemn oath not to give Mary a coent
y of my property," continued the fathers
e "Well, Id rather start in poor and
a build up. There's more romance in
it."
The old man had one more shot in
his carbine, and he said:
"Perhaps I ought to tell you that
e Mary's mother ran away from haune
d with a butcher, and that all .her rela
tions lied in the poorhouse. These
things might be thrown up in after
At years, and, I now warn you."
"Mr. Bendigo," replied the. lover,
S"I've heard all this before, :, d also
that you were on trial for forgery, had
to to jump Chicago for bigamy, and
served a term in the State Prison for
Scattle stealing. I'm going to marry
h into your family to give you a decent
reputation. There-no thanks.-,good
n bye!"
y Mr. Bendigo looked after the young
' man, with his mouth wide open, and
', when he could get Iis jaws together,
y he said:
e "Some hyena has gone and given
e me away on my dodge !"--Detroit
y Free Press.
I- AN ELOPEMENT FRUSBTRATED.
a An English girl, near Manchester,
tied a string to her toe and let it-the
string, not the toe-hang out of the
window for a gentleman friend to pull
in order that she might not miss her
music lesson. The rector of the
e church, it is fuirther stated, hearing of
O the arrangement, refused the couple
Sthe sacrament. And this reminds us
Sof a little story. Once upon a time a
Syoung lady who desired to get up
r withthe larkin order to go on an
V eloping tour, adopted the English
V girl's plan, and the lover was to be on
Shand at daybreak to give thle signal.
SThe sting used for the pedal commun
ication was a stout cord, and one end
was dropped out of a third-story
window into the back yard and the
other end attached to the damsel's
great toe. And the legend runs that
a healthy goat of the William per
suasion atrose early next morning to
Slook for thile early worm, as it were,
and wandered into the yard; after
eating up all the old tomato cans,
barrel staves, and broken crockery
ware, he found the string, and took
that in as dessert. As soon as the
string was drawn taut, the goat stood
up on its hind legs and gave the string
an impulsive jerk. The girl awoke. 1
The goat gave another sudden pull,
and the maiden jumped out of bed
with a smothered cry of pain. Then,
she stooped down to detach the cord
just as the ridiculous beast gave,
another violent jerk, and she lost her
equilibrimun.and her toe, too, almost
-the cord cutting into the tender
flesh. She sprang to the window and 1
called in a hoarse whisper, "Stop
pulling, Charles; I'll be down in a 1
minute." Then she made another'
effort to untie the cord, but that 1
diabolical goat gave his head several
angry bobs, and each time the girl
gave a cry of pain. Again sihe softly
called out in the darkness, "Charlie, if
you don't stop jerking that way I'l
not come down at all." She was an
swered by another savage pull, and
the cry of anguish that escaped fromn
her lips brought her mother into the
room with a look of affright and a
lighted lanp. The younglady fainted,
the elopement was nipped in the bud,
and the disappointed maiden's big toe
was sore for two weeks. The goat
A bright little fellow of four, the 1
Aon of a former pastor of a:floarishing
charcb, who attends the infant disal a
Sunday school, received last Sandhy
morning a card on which were the
words, "Pray without ceasing." After I
his mother explained the text he said, I
"I guess I won't show this to the min
ister;~ he prays too long now." i
LEI
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It re mifts t- ,
o- l ooeala d ia o ehauig
flear s .1 iarnlp* u tleati a
Bw Ies eottewi ietraho
p for o ftrtisethmmty. -Wh eaa,
ntotchet is tender on tainy wentiehe
*nwhaiow**etis. The ustainsg eelw
I een aeaiwho trbeatar tak .lJit
lightly, roll on the grouu4 iaf aginy
der ethe etnng; atendi heg kawM
a e, and wh eD eln had lei haek
ito a grove of the tireep t$ hmh ruwih
in the srb. , lirb tgI J
pieces frene the follwedte prti Tb
small stn ag trees, a fe oinghei
high, are as dangerous as py, lbe,
so bard to seeh aptsei oelimpeiw
I Ing one's awies. the scrub iss ually
Tfouid growing among palm trees."a
M gs t imd , aMi., Heraud.
On the 8th. nstant one of the most
cold-blooded and diabolical eamnmders
was committed in the extreme easterm
portion of this county. While Mr.
Isaac Danan was plowing in his field,
not a great way from his house, he
was waylaid ,anrd murdered by dtw
unknown pardes. Theo asassins had'
taken their position behind a log just
over the fence at the ends of the rows
After awaiting a favorableopportunt
ty, and when Duncan had his back
to them, they fired upon him with a
shot-gun, hitting him in the back with
a number of buckshot, then Jumpinag
the fence the followed their victim
some twenty steps, shooting him
three times with a pistol, after his
brains were shot out his fore head was
beaten in wit h the breech of a gun,
Two persons were working not a great
way athn the ftime, and bearing the r
ing Lone of heom also heard Du0,ean
on hastening to his ssiotance, found
hi lying dhen meand hais lrthing on
aire. Dunean fwill upe imembered as
the .man who wasini inte i this
county in 1878 for murder, and who
was discharged for want of evidenMc
against him. Negoces are supposed
to be fthe m hlderers. No a rrest avo
been made.
George Elliott says that girls are
"delicat e vessels." T heay are the sort
of vessels that youldng men frequently
put to the ir lips, but they are not so
delHeate as their pallor often implies.
Did George ver mhear of a girl woalk
ing 000 quarter mitles in 000 quarter
hourse It is thesa girl who dances
until 2 a. m. ander who site at the pianot
two houres in the afternoon and siges,
slapjacks for supper, wh is a "dei-e
trate faith thus: "Children, if I s.ould
tell you that one day I saw a monkey .
elimbing a liberty pole, wounld you;
believe men" "Yes, sir;" unwanit
mously. "Well, that is faith; you
believe me because I say it, and you
feel that I would not tell an unt4fth."
The next day the question was qasked
ofthe same children, "Wthatftiaithig "
"A hiorkrey climbing a liberty pole,"
answered a qulgk little boy.-&ee
Francisco Cal.
The Milledgeylle.eodier says the
only grave. of a. Federal soldier in
their city cemetery was decorated
with flowers, and a miniature United.
States flag, madefor the purpose, was
placed upon on Decoration Day.
* A religious weekly inquirest'where
shall we rest?" An exchange an
swers as follows: "My dear sir, the
best place to find rest, and plenty of
it, is to become a clerk in sadrygoods
stor(, that doesn't advertise."
Iumoris a very importa1te ent
in every man's life. Neither man nor
plant thrives in the shade. It is nee
esaaryv, however, to see that it is good
humor rather than bad,