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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION- WINNSBORO, S. C., NOVEMBER 30,
VOL IV-- O.14
WHEN ALL TUE WORLD IS YOUNG.
Wheu all the Wold isyoug, lad,
And all the tree ar green,
And every soose a swani lad,
And every laessi queen.
Then bey for boat and horse, 1a4,
And round the world away,
Young blood must have its ooure, lad,
And every dog his day.
When all the world In old, lad,
And all the trees are brown,
And sll the &port is stale, lad,
And all the wheals run down.
ar.;4.p home,'and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among ;
God grant you and one fae there
You loved when you wore young.
I am not yet thirty years old, but my hair
is streaked with gray, my heart lies like
ice n my bosom, and my life seems only a
long, dreary. wast-o punishment. . a
Ah, if my sin was great, I was sorely
tempted, and my punishment will only end
with my life.
When was It I first loved my cousin
Kate? It might have been when aunt
Barrie offered her soft cheek out of a
bundle of flannel for my boy lips to kiss
I was wealthy, my father having left me
a fortune when I was six years old, that
lh-ia* een nursed carefully by my conscien
tious giardian till it nearly trebled in value
when I came of age.
Aunt, my mother's sister, had only the
smallest income from her dead husband's
estate, and lived in a cottage not far from
the great house that would be my hon I
whenever I choose to occupy it.
My own mother had died when I was a
baby, and all home affection in my heart
centered in aunt and cousin Kate.
Yet it never was a brotherly love I gave
Kate after I was old enough to think of my
own home and future happiness.
I knew that my beautiful house would be
to me desolate and empty if Kate refuied
to share It with me, and although she'
laughed at me if I made love to her, I nev
er ceased to hope ustil Girrd Hopkinson
came to Barton.
He was, without exception, the hand
somest man I ever saw. Yet he was with.
out a dollar In the world excepting his sal
ary as clerk In ny guardian's manufactory,
the Gordon Mills.
I had been all Winter .visiting my grand
mother, who hd 'written me a most im
- ploring letter, begging to see me once more
before she died, and seeming so heart
broken whenever I proposed .to leave her,
that I remained until she -li4d early in
L had lqft Barton inNovember, and just
one week after any deyarture Girard Hop
kinson came to take a position in my guar
dian's countIng house.
There, was... othing of the snob about
John (4ordon, my. guardian, anid finding his
new clerk to be a gentleman, he Invited
him to his own house, and Introduced him
to Barton society.
Everywhere he met Kate, the belle of
Barton by universal consent.
When I came home in May aunt told me
that Girard and Kate were engaged.
I will not dwell on what I suffered.
My whole life seemed to me a blank, but
I had no word or thought of blame for
I hid my iain as beat I could.
Aunt kneW all, for iny heart had been an
open book for her loving eyes all my life,
and when we were all together she accepted
my attentions as a matter of course, leav
ing the lovers to take card of each other.
To aunt only I confided my plans for
opening my own house In the winter, and
she consented to come and share my home
after Kate's marriage.
in October I went away to nerve myself
by absence for the wedding, and to pur
chase many additions to the modest trous
seaui aunt was making for my cousin.
It was nake a thunderclap to me when
my gusrdian wrote to me that Girard had
"It was a very clovr forgery," ho wrote,
"and it has been lraced directly to Hop.
kinson. Evans, who has been wikh me
thirty years, has my perfect confidence,
detected the forgery, and traced It up. Of
.course Aiopkinson denies It, but it Is too
clear a case. Still, for his lather's sake, I
shall not prosecute him. He Is the sen of
one of my dearest friends- -dead many
years-and s pared this disgrace. I have
discharged Girard, of course, and he has
left Barton, hut I shall keep the whole af
fair secret. I have told your aunt and
cousin-no one else."
Kate knew then.
My heart ached for her, for I knew she
loved Girard, even as 1 loved her.
I wrote to aunt, and received letter after
letter, telling me of Kates's grig,, and her
firni faith in her over's.innecde..
The weary winter passed, and Kate's
health failed, in her pain and humilia
All Barton knew of her engagement, hut
no one knew the cause of her lover's deser
tion, s:> that there was'-the bItterness of ap
pearing to be jilted in addition to the bur,
den of knowing the truth.
I wasshooked'when I rejurned to Bar.
ton to sed the shadow of my' bright beauti'
ful cousin in the pale languid girl who
greeted me with sisterly affecdion.
I consulted our old doctor privately, and
lie strongly advised "change of scene."
* 'She eis fretting bere," asai .he, "and
everythings reminds her of her faithkt sa
layer. If she went away for a year, she
would come back herself again.
* Armed with this opinion I laid siege to
aunt, and the resuilt qa that we went
abroad, no time lielng set for our returli.
It was a labor of love with me to win
my cousin bacit te cheerfulness, and if I
ws lover like In my attentions I was at
leea$ sindlere in my devotion.
I believed Girard to ~e a forger, one who
had robbed not only his employer, bu$ his
friend, and I honestly held the opinion that
Kate's happines rould be.1ItL secuedi
she cou~l forget hrm.* odI
WhI1y thils convictiop anid my own love,
hold riyself ,blpmeless that~ T tried to win
Kates'heart, even though I knew I never
could be first there.
Yet It was two years before I. ventured
to ask IKate to be my wife.
We wore i Paris wheni she put her hand
In guine, skylng-a
"You know allt I will be your true
fatthfiga wife, since you love me In spite of
kMowingp that tny heart was givlag. to (ir
There was no reason to delay our wed
ding. and I made every preparation tb be
marrzea on the '19th of May, .ad sail for
home early in June.
Aunt banished me to another hotel for a
week before she ceremony, to have Kate's
undivided attention in the trousseas, and
other details of the wedding, for we had
many friends invited, and had resolved to
have a grand breakfast after the return
On the 11th of May I received a letter
from my guardian. He wrote:
"Mr DRAB Bo,-You will be as glad as
I was to hear that Girard is an Innocent
man. I cannot be too thankful that I nev
er openlyacused him of the forgery.
Evans'died last week-committed suicide.
He has been robbing me systematically
ever'aice I took him into my full conf
dence. The forgery was committed to
cover a loss by speculation, but he has scone
on from one venture to another until dis
covery was inevitable, and suicide seemed
his only escape. He left a full confession,
and fortunately I knew where to find flop
kinson. I wrote to him at once, and he is
now- in Barton in Evans place, and with
his salary. Need I say he is still faithful
to Kate? I enclose lile letter to her."
There it lay, the letter that was to des
troy my whole scheme of happiness.
I put Girard s letter unopened into the
flames of the gas burner, and watched it
burn to ashes.
Then I fotded away my guardian's letter
which had some business details I intended
to copy before destroying it.
What excuse could I make for delaying
our return to Barton I
Worn out already by mental excitement
I left that question open, \uddeclded
whether to tak.e aunt into my confidence
in so far as to t'ell-her of Girard's return to
.-I' heard more than one comment upon
my pale race at the wedding breakfast, but
everything passed- on well, and Kate was
my wife. -
With Kate my own I had .thought to
defy fortune W8 injure me, but before the
-honeymoon was over I knew that my wife
would be'.dutiful an4- faithful, but never
We had been married nearly two months,
- when one, morning Kate carne into the
rooni of oa' London hotel,' where I sat
Upon one pretext hnd another I had de
layed our return to Barton, and we had
been some weeks in London.
I looked up as Kate came 'in, and her.
ghastly face and set hps absolutely fright.,
Before I conid speak, she held out to me4
my guardian's letter.
"You asked me to clear up your table
drawer," she . said, and this was folded in
another paper, but so that I read one line
-'GJrard is an innocent man I' Then I
read the letter. I odily ask you one ques
tion-did it reach you before we were
I could not lie t9 her, with Iier -eyes riv
eted on rey-face.
"Before," I said.
"And you distroyed the inclosure "
She uttered no relroach.
She simply put the letter on a table be
side me, and left the room.
But it killed her.
For months she faded away, coldly duti
ful to me, gently affectionate to her mother,
but crushed by the weight of her misery.
Her only -hope of happiness was gone
when her quiet affection for me turned to
bitter contempt, and I faltered in every it
tempt to win back even the dull semblance
of love she had tried to show. me.
I am:writing this in my bwn home at
Kate's dying wish was to be buried here,
aid we brought her home to place her be
side her father in Barton cemetery.
Yesterday the coffin that held my heart
was lowered into the grave.
Aunt knows all; she has forgiven me.
and will share my home.
It was her hand that burned the fatal
letter, and no one has questioned us about
My guardian has the idea it -reached me
after my marriage, and Girard shares this
But I know that my treachery has killed
the only woman I ever loved, and that my
life will be one long agony of remorse.
The sugar Beet and its Produet.
It is not generally known that very
vigorous efforts are in progress to introduce
sugar-making from the beet. The Iltate ot
Deleware has a commission organized to
award premiums to farmers for raising
crops of the sugar-beet, seven premiums
aggr-egating $400 being awarded for crops
or 16 tons of roots per acre and over, and
seven smaller premiums for crops of 4 to
18 tons per acre, The Delaware Beet
Sugar Company has a large factory 50 by
142 feet, intended to work up the crop of
the present yea-, and has contracted for tihe
produce of 400 acres, in addition to 114
acres grown by tlie company. During last
year eleven farms attempted the cultivation,
and the official report of the quantities
grown shows that the product rangeid from
7j tons to 26 tons to the acre, five of them
exc&ading 16 t~Ons, and theit giet calculated
product of sugar per acre ra'nged'fro'm $,407
pounds, the 19west, to 4,488, pounds; the
highest, Seven of the farms exeeeked 2,400
poundd of sugar per acre. The percentage
of iugar y~vas also higa,, isa all ,but three
cases exceeding1(d pot cent. 'The percent
age of sugar increases if the gathering of
the' roots is delayed ; those pulled in Au
gust yielding 6f per cent.; in September,
$ 64-0 per cent., and in October, 8 98-100
The Razor Clam.
.When the~ tide is out, one may find the
razor-fhh, so called because the shell re
sembles the . hla'dle of a razor. if laid
Mold of suddenly, the chiaces are that be
fore he cain be dirawn out' ho *il1 slip out
of his shell, leaving that empty~ in the
hand, while th~e "'soul apd gassce ' of him
has gone down half a fathom 1atothesand.
Yet he is not, more slippery than many an
individual, who, when pressed to do dome
agagnanimous deed .in behalf of the coin.
uihunity, slips out of -bis shell, and, losing
the grip, you can no more find the soul and
dbasence of imi than yb'o-an'flnd the soul
of this razor-fish; ;whioh;has godie deep into
the muck and sand. In *lther instance,
the empty shell is the only sign of the
IMe Wanted Oluonargarine.
(.ilhooly strolled Into his grocer's estab
lishment recently just as that dietinguished
statesman was opening a keg of golden
"That looks nice. It's genuine butter,
Isuppose: none of your bogus stuffI"
Now, this was a leading question. The
grocer wanted the worst to sell some of
that oleomargarine to Gihooly, so he spoke
up at once:
"Of course it Is butter. Just look at the
beautiful golden hue only found in dairy
butter. It makes one think of cows and
butter-cups, just to look at it-don't it
"But is it butter?"
"Is it butter? Why, of course It Is.
Some people are so suspicious they won't
believe butter is butter unless they take It
out of the churn themselves. Man alive I
jest emell it. Don't it make you think
you are rolling In fresh-mown hay I You
can just taste the buttermilk It you try."
"But is it butter I"
He had to lie or lose a customer. When
that issue was squarely put it would have
been commercial suicide to have hesitated,
so he came right out like a little man and
said It was butter.
"Butter from cow's milk 1"
"Then," said Gilhooly, as a esd smile
pased over his features, "then I don't
want it. Cow's butter Is no longer fash.
lonable. I wanted some of this oloomar.
gailne, made, you know, of axle-grease,
eecond-hand tallow, and mucilage, that
looks like butter, but contains the organism
of a new kind of tape worm. I don't say
that I like that kind of jelly, but I am
going to keep up with the procession, any
how. So you haven't got any oleomarga
rinet Sorry, for I thought you kept a
first-class -establishment," and he passed
out like a beautiful dream.
The grocer was silent for a moment, and I
then he spoke confidentially to himself:
"Next time I'll tell the truth if it bursts
me wide open."
Ancient Tombs In Switzerland.
An interesting find of ancient tombs a
supposed to have formed part of a Burgun- 1
dian burying ground, was made a short
tine ago at Assens,. a village of -the canton
of Vaud. 'Ihese tombs, which follow'eacli I
other in regular order, are hollowed out of I
the rock on a hill - at the entrance of the I
vildage, about three -feet below, the soil. I
.Theya*re each, two metres long and eighty
c'imetres wide. At thei, head of each I
grafe 16 a . flt stone; dressed, but be iing r
.no inscription. The bones are disposed in
the ordinary way, as If the bodies to which I
they belonged had been laid down in a I
horizontal position, and not vertically, as I
in some tombs lately opened at Chamblan- I
des, in the same canton. Fragments of a
tibia, femurs, and the clavicles were found, ]
but no skulls. One of the tombs contained y
the bones of an adult and an infant, pre- v
sumably of a mother and her child. Among b
the objects found are pieces of curiously
wrought and chased metal and silver rivets, 6
the remains probably of a warrior's glaive a
and sword-belt. In another of the tombs a
was a bellmouthed vase of the capacity of b
half a litre black as t) its exterior, but In I
substance yellow. Whether the material, r
of which It is composed be stone or burnt t
-eagth has not yet been determined. Inside i
as well as outside there are traces of j
lozenge-shaped figures executed apparently a
with some graving tool. The chief inter- t
est of these tombs consists in the fact that I
they are almost certainly cooval with the 1
arrival of the Burgunaians In the Jura i
country in the fifth century whither they a
were called by the aboriginal inhabitants I
to repeople the lnd, almost depopulated g
by an invasion of the Allemain. Being g
for the moat part shepheirda and hunters, a
they dwelt chiefly on the mountain slopes I
and In elevated valleys. The plateau of I
Mount Jorat appears to have been one of t
their most Important settlements, and there t
can be little doubt that the origen of Assens,
as well as of Cheseaux, whemre also Bur- ,
gundlan tombs have been found, dates back a
some 1,400 years.
une a coiner.
On one of the morning trains over the I
Erie road, the other day, a farmer-looking
man, walked the length of a car, withoutI
finding an empty seat, and ho slowly re
turned to one occupied by a lone man, who
at once spread himself out as much as pos
sible, and suddenly became deeply Inter
ested in his newspaper. The farmer halted
beside the seat, but the other nmade 'no
movement. Even after a full milnute hand
passed there was no sign that he meant'to
share his quarters with the other.
Then the farmer gently touched his arm
"If you can hang on long enough you'll
make a fortune."
"What-what's that, -sir?" demanded
the other, as he leoked up.
"It's a big thing-hang on to it!" wis
pered the far-mer.
'-What is it? What do you mean sir?"
"1 tumble; but I won't give It away,'1
dhmckled the farmer.
"What do you mean,-sir?"
."I mean that you've gost-the bjggest cor-I
ner on the hog market ' ever known in -this
country, and If yon don't make a million
dollars out of it I'll eat codfish for a year."
Half of the seat was suddenly vacated,
but the farmer preferred to stand up and
brace against the stove.
"And I Did."
In one of'Michlian's interIor towns live
a couiple known as the "Siatnege Twins."
They are always together. No one in thme
vilage ever remnenbers seeing one n
accompanied lyy the other. They go to
church together, they split wood together,
they walk the streets together and they fight
together. Not long ago, after a severe
battle, a gentleman said to the feminine
''Sarah Jane, why do you pumifiel your
unprotected husband so? Thiok how bad
you would feel If he would die."
"Oh," said sarah Jane In a tone thatI
showed the matter was settled in her mind,I
"we will die together. We made that ar
rangement when we were inarried. You
see John Henry was married before, and
seven days after his first wife died he caine
to me and asked me to inarry him, 'John
Henry,' said I, 'you ought to be ashamed]
of yourself. Only seven days a widower.
You should at least have respect enough
for your late wife to wait a reasonable timae.
Come back ten days after the funeral and
ll niarry you,' And I dId."
. tItea by MuMSOng.
It was a clear mooalight night when, -af
ter a hard day's "drive, 'and the herd of
wild horses had been!penned, that the cow
boys stripped theie tired ponies of saddles
and bridles, and stakd them out to graze
on the thick mesquit grass whidh fringed
the bank of the San 13 ardo.
After this- duty hhd been attended to,
the cooking utensils were brought forth,
and soon the coffee pot was singing a mu
seal little isong, and a leg of fresh calf
ribs spluttering befure the fire. Tie re.
past, though rough, was made enjoyable
by an appetite which only violent exercise
ad pore air can give, and after the boys
bad eaten until it became necessary to un
enekle their six-shooter belts, blankets
were spread under th6 branches of a gigun
4c live oak which seemed to stand guard
>ver the broad expanse of prairie, and
hey settled down for a quiet smoke,
"I tell you what, boys," said Ned Cur
is, who was one of the hardest riders and
>est poker players west of the Brazos, as
ie lit a cigarette, "wd are going to handle
iome pretty rough mustangs to-morrow,
md if any of you fellows want to show
rour fancy riding you had better be ring
?our flank girts and' rolls, because there
ire some unbranded four years old in that
unch, who are going to make you hum
Ike a churn-dasher, ind you'll have to
ork 'em deep to stay in the saddle. There
s one in the pen that is a perfect picture
of the mustang mare that sent Bill Hall to
"Wasn't he sme g'loot from the old
states V" inquired one df the boys, turning
>ver on his blanket.
"Yes," replied Ned, "he was a long
ow-beaded chap, greeher than an August
>eralmmon, with legs on him shaped like
pair of hames."
"How did he happen to get killed, Ned.
)Id the mare flirt him a little too strong? "
"Yes, that was the way of it. You see,
te had just come frois Gregory, and had
Lever been on the back of a wild horse be
ore in his life, but he was spunky with
R- of that, and wasa t scared of anything.
)no day while dnving out in Nueces
ounty, we made 'round up' all of the
korses in the range, and after 'cutting out'
i that were in the 'dlahiond P' brand the
ioys began throwing spine down and rid.
ng 'em, just to see the wild devils buck."
"Well, Bill Hall toolk a darn tool notion
o ride one himself' and he picked out a
Lttlo Roman nosed mustang mare, pure
lpanish, and wilder than a cavote, and got
ome of the boys to ielp him throw her
lown, because he didi't know any more
,bout handlig a lariat than he did about
unning a prayer meeting.
Wnen the saddle had been strapped on
ter and Bill forked it, she was turned I
xose, and the crowd stood back to see the
un. Well, sir, that plug raised her head,
3oked back, bellowed a couple of times,
nd then she lit Into'the prettiest bucking i
ever looked at. "Wick to her Bill," I
elled, but the only thing he could say
rast "WhoaI Stop her boys, darn her old
[ds ike ba i knees gripped to her
ides like a vise, and he pp1. o e
brush heap, the mustang stretched her
3lf out like a step-ladder, put her head
etween her front legs, and then bringing
erself together like a rat-trap, she slam
ied Bill Hall against the ground harder
ian I ever heard a fellow hit before.
Vhen we picked him up one ear was
ummed around to the back of his neck,
nd, from the look on his face, we koew
biat he wasn't long for this world. He
ngered for a day or two, and we did all
re could to ease his pain, but one morn
ig he motioned for us to come to nim,
nd as I kneled beside his couch and took
is hand in mine he said: "Boys, I'm
oing to pass in my checks, but I ain't
oing to shiver about it, even if I do die
way out on a prairie, with no -one but a
aw friends arc und me. Ill have a big
road bed to rest in, and if some day you
ide by my grave won't you get down an
tink of me awhile ?"
"Well, sir, the boys-the ornary cusses,
rere crying like women, and I felt terribly
haken myself, but we all promised that
ye would, and then ho raised himself a
ttle, and in a faitit voice said: 'Ned, I
rant you to write to my mothel' and tell
or that I wasn't a very dutiful son, but I
Dyed her just the same.'
"Ned," Le muttered so faint I could
ardly hear him, "don't tell my folks when
ou write that ( was slid into Heaven by a
i-d mustang," and with that his head
oll back, his grasp on my band relaxed,
nd Bill Hall was on this earth no more,
aud when I thought how his mother would
rieve it mnade me feel weak in the knees.
We burled him, and Jack Jones, who
s something of a scholar because he had
chance to go to school down in flay Pral
1o, wrote on the head-board of the grave
got a fall;
Killed Dead as a Slug.
By a Texas Plug,
BoRIN IN GMORGY.
"It always makes me feel bed when I
hink of that poor fellow, and how to-day
io sleeps on the bank of the Santa Ger
rudes with nothing but a live oak to mark
dis last resting place in the bosom of the
>rairie. Do any of yotu fellows want a lit
le araw poker to-night t"
Several did, and 'mid' the shuffling of a
~reasy pack; Biil'Halligs soon forgotten.
Whore the, Smash Was.
Reportr-"I wish to ascertain sonme of
be particulats about the recenit accident
ni your road."
Rep.-"Why your road ?"
Supt.-"I own no road."
Rep.-"Are youi boli the buperintendent
f the Go-to-Blazes.Smashand-Crash Rail
Bupt.-"I a'n. Why didn't you ask
Rep.- "Well, now about the accident."
Bup.-"What socident 1"
Rep.- "Why, the recent accident."
Bupt. -"There bas been no recent acci
Rep.-"Why, didn't a train run off the
rack recently, smash half a dozen cars to
:hidling wood anid kill five or six people?"
Rep.-"At Gimlet Falls Station."
Supt.-'Where is Gimlet Fails?"
Rtep.-"Where t Don't you know t"
Supt,-"I am not called upon to know.
3rove to me where Gimlet Falls is."
Rep.-"Well,this is cheek."
Supt.-- "No, it ain't it's business."
To the Christian nothing can be so
lart but that there isa' bright side.
Oured by Hasty Pudding.
.Doctor Radcliffe cared but little for books
and yet he left $200,000 to found the
library at Oxford University, whish bears
his name. A friend, visiting him, asked
where his study was. Pointing to a few
vials and a skeleton, he replied, "This Is
Tiough one of the most successful phy
sicians of hie day, he seemed to ignore
physic. He once remarked, that when he
began practice he had twenty remedies for
every disease, but before many years he
found twenty diseases for which he had
but one remedy.
Ills reputation was due to the same
qualities which command success in all'de.
paritments of lifo--namely, quick penetra
tion, goed sense, decision and fertility of
He was called to a gentleman Ill of the
quinsy. Seeing that neither an internal
nor an external application would be of
any service, he ordered a hasty pudding
to be made. When it was dotte, his own
servants having been instructed as to their
behavior, brought it to the patient's room.
"Come Jack and Dick," said the Doctor
as the pudding was placed on the table,
"eat as quickly as possible. You've had'
no breakfast this morning."
Both . began, but on Dickis dip
ping his spoon. twice into the
pudding to Jack,s' once, they
quarreled. From words they went to
throwing spoonfuls of hot pudding at each
other; then handfuls. The patient was so
much amused that he nearly burst with
laughter, and that burst the quinsy and he
He called himself "Colorado Jacic, "and
looked like he might be a bad man to han
Ile. He was up for drunkenness.
"Do you plead guilty or not guilty?" said
"You don't try a man for murder before
he inquests are held, do you? Don't you
ake me around to the undertaker's shop to
dentify the remains? That's what I have
)een accustomed to in Colorado."
"What remains? What inquestf"
"Why of the policeman who tried to
"You didn't kill any policeman."
"Well, don't you want to see the result
>f their wounds before you try me? Don't
rou take their ante mortems and have
hem identify me as the tornado that
truck 'em? As a general thing they die
>efore they are taken to the hospital."
"I don't. know what your are talking
Lbout. You were arreted and brought to
Le lock-up by a little sick. tailor on Gal.
reston avenue, who was disturbed by your
"0, well, that's all right. At first 1
was afraid I had disgraced myself. Any
:Itizen can arrest me with impunity.
)ivillans are beneath my resentment.
V'ou can't make me destroy one. I might
o along with one piceman if he was not
Lrmed and very polite. When I want a
ight I want the genuine article. It takes
ive able-bodied policemnou to make it in
' *"uW=ti anta -w ma n int mva nr nnt.
[ never fish for sardines. In Colorado they
isually bring out a battery on me and a
3ompany of infantry. As long as you
keep your police out of my way when 1
un drunk they are safe. That explains-it.
[ couldn't And the police to get up a mati
3ee. That explains why there is no mor
.uary report this week-no vacancies on
.he force. I expect the police know me
md hired that little tailor to bring me in,
knowing I only go to war with regularly
Who would see Billingsgate at its busiest
mst be there by 5 o'clock in the morning,
For at 5 o'clock, all the year round, the po
liceman,permnanent,1y appointed to this post,
rings the great bell, and at, the first tono of
ts iron tongue the iron-gates,river side and
my side, 'are unbarred, and swinging wide
:>pen, admit such a concourse as is not seen
in any other city under the sun. Men in so.
called white smocks, with head-dresses,
partly felt, partly leather, some with leaves
of leather hanging half way down the back,
make furious rushes from Lower Thames
street to the river side, where they are met
by fellow-laborers, who have reached there
by some mysterious means already, andl
who search about' eagerly for wvork to do.
The steamers that have been out for days
in search of the fleet of fBshing boats from
the North Sea, and which may have over
hauled them close at Hleligoland, or nearer
to, or further from our shores, are moored
alongside the dummies by the landinir, and
Into each of these are lowered two timber
gangways, up one of which climb the per
te~s with trunks of fish upon their heads,
whilst down the other trip other porters
with their empty boxes or trunks, as they
are indifferently called, ready for a fresh
load, These steamers may luve arrived
in the river during the early morning, or
they may havre come late the previous af
ternoon; or, should your visit be fixed for
Monday, they may have been there from
Saturday afternoou, lying lazily in the
suffocating weather, which is not calculat
ed to improve the flavor of the cargo. IBut
there are also lee ships about, and the
knowledge of their presence lends a senti
mental coolness to the atmosphere.
Now the streets become noisy with the
arrival of carriers' carts from the railways
whose system touch thme sea, or carry river
fish from Scotland or from Ireland. Ot
course the Irish and Scotch salmon are the
most hIgbly prized, for those of the Eng
lish rivers are not rated so highly, and the
roduce of the Norway rivers stand at the
lowest Aiire in tihe market. But for this
olass of fish the season is nearly If not com
pletely, at an end, for the speckled trout
goes out of fashion at the close of the par'
llamentary session, with its lordly relative
the silver-coated salmon. Cod and skatE',
which lie about in all directious, are jnst
coming in, and while haddocks andl plaice
seem numerous enoufgh, turbot and oysters
are rather shy of putting ini plentiful ap
pearance. Norway lobsters are not just
now in season, so that one visiting the
market at present loses the sight of their
sorting in the "haddock-room," over the
ground floor market, a sight wvell worthy of
As 6 and ' o'clock approach, the busi
ness becomes fast and furious. 'The A~sh
arriving by boat and by rail arc being rap
idly sold off, for the moot pamrt. by auction.
There iis but little timo sto haggle about
prices; the market figures are tolerably well
established almost from the moment the
gates are unbarred, and Qustomers are too
anxious to obtailk their required supply,and
to carry it off to different parts of the me-'
tropolls, to waste time In beating down
for pence, for shillings or even for pounds
sterling. From ..the steamers, and the
Dutch eel boats, hung with cages round
the siles, and fitted with wells inside to
keep the fish alive; from the heavy barges
laden with shrimps, which are shoveled
like grain into baskets, or with mud-color
ed floundera caught by and beyond Black
friars bridge, from the railway vans in the
narrow roadways, crowded with fiat-fish
and fresh-water fish, or with huge baskets
running over with slimy eels, the porters
make their way in and out of the maket.
The numerous narrow by-ways that radiate
from the base of the "tall bully that lifts
its head and lies"-in Latin-are thronged
with costermongers' carts and barrows, so
that for the general public these so-ealled
thoroughfares are positively impassable up
to 9 or 10 o'clock.
As the market exists, its business to car
ried on with all possible propriety, and tak
ing into consideration that its lowest cham
ber, which by the way, is scarcely ever
used, is ten feet below the level of the riv
er, it is kept remarkably dry. This has to
be effected, however, by means of steam
power, which keeps continually pumping
the water out from under the flooring and
which would if allowed to rise, flood the
building in thirty-six hours. Strange to
say, too, this drainage Is not water from
the river, for it Is perfectly pure and taste
Less, but it is supposed to percolate through
lie earth from the coal exchange opposite,
where it is said the Romans of old had es.
tablished spring baths.
The Indian chief Victorlo, who was re
cently killed in Mexico, was an Apache
leader over seventy years old, short and
stout in build and of wonderful
skill and courage. Though his left
arm hung paralyzed by hi side,
and his age was so arent, he baffled
the unremitting pursuit of United States
and lexican troops, pillaged and murder
ed on both sides of our southern border and
fought scores of fierce combats. Up to
1877 lie was a good Indian; but at that
time the Interior Department resolved to'
remove him from the Hot Springs reserva
tion, where he had lived with his people
for ten years and began to make progress
in the arts of peace. Victorlo refused to
submit to a removal to the Don Carlos re
servation but was forcibly transferred in
February 187T. He broke away after a six
month. residence in his place of exile, buit
was captured and brought back. He made
his escape a second time, and remained in
his place of refuge at the Hot Springs until
the Spring of 1879, when peremptory or
ders came for lita transfer and he became
in outlaw. In the latter part of April,
1879, Victorlo witI about thirty followers,
crossed the Sierra Solidad and the river
Joruedo del Muerto, stealing enough horses
at Alormocito before crossing the river, to
Lnount his band, and went on to the Hot
Bprings reservation. At hot bprings, lie
murprised six or eight men who were guard
ing Company "E," Ninth Cavalry, cap
tured forty-five horses, and killing the
whole guard rode away to Hillsboro and
Hatch, who had great influence over Vic
torio, was unfortunately ordered into tihe
Ute country. Only a day or two before
Victorlo's desperate attack, General Hatch
had received permission to move hi back
to Ojo Callente reservation. Word was
sent immediately to Victorlo, but either
the orders were not promptly obeyed or
they reached the now infuriated chief too
late. Victorio, when near to Hillsboro,
had meanwhile attacked a mining camp,
and eleven miners were killed, although
they bravely defended themselves. From
there Victorio went to McAllister's ranch,
which lie burned, stealing more horses and
killing three men. Major Morrow, of the
Ninth Cavalry was following him, but Vie.
torne was making a long circuit towards the
Black range and Membros mountains, and
the troons in pursuit fared hardly. In
these raids about twenty teamsters and
herdsmen were killed but Major Morrow
pushing down towards Messilla, drove his
foe towards Mexico. In Mexico, Victoria
made himselt the terror of the frontier, and
crossing the border after nunierous' depre
dations, lie was once more encountered by
Morrow and driven uack only to renew his
bold incursions. The record of the pursuit,
the wonderful marches of the Indians and
our cavalrymen, and the desperate encoun
ters that took place fromi time to time,
reads like a romance. It is estimated that
this old chief, exasperated to war by in
justice, has within the course of eighteen
months killed 200 American citizens, 200
Mexicans and 100 soldiers, beside stealin);
over 1000 horses and committing no end
of minor depredations.
Too Wll asesled.
Old S3hockey, a peripathetic preacher,
well known in CalIfornIa, is such an ar
dent believer in Scripture that he is ready
to bet on any proposition that is laid down
in the Bible. A few weeks ago, he visited
tihe Lake, and stopped on Bunday at Glen
brook. Being neariy penniless, he dieter
mined to give an exhortation, and securing
a ball called the sinners together. Is
text was the marine episode, in which
,onah was taken in by a whale.
"Now, my hearers, to the class of peo
ple who never look beyond the surface of
things this looks like a hard story to be
lieve, but 1 know that it is so, every word
Ho saw an incredulous look on the faces
of the hard cases in the front row, and
after pautsing a moment, ho continued:
"1'ii bet any man in the crowd, $100,
that I can prove every word of it. Does
lHe thrust his hand down into his trouiser
pocket and leaned forward. No one took
him up. Hie went on with his sermon,
showing conclusively that the whale did
all that was claimed of it, and then passed
around the hat.
"ile that giveth to the poor lendeth unto
the Lord," he said, as it went down the
"Lay up your treasures in heaven, where
neither moths nor rust corrupt, nor thieves
break in and steal," he remarked, as ho
saw the hat caming back.
It was handed back to him empty, and
he dismissed the audience with a hasty
benediction. After services he met one of
his hearers and complained bitterly of his
lack of coin and enthusiasm in the town.
"We've aot the enthusiasm here, Par
son," said he man addressed, "but when
you-bluffec us on a hundred dollar bet,
some thought you must be a road agent,
and the rest concluded that a man a. well
heeled didn't need take up a collection in
FOOD FOR THOUGHT.,
Human life detineil by a npi ASun
comfortable as w6uld be"theu 1 an
figure defined by a wlee.
It is said that the pen is nNiightler
than the sword. -Neither is of -much
value without the holder..
There are blessing, and. pYIleges
In every life; let us bethanf01 for all
ihose which 61l1 to our lot.
To be wise Is, to feel that all tbt is \
earthly Is ransient, and to experidnoe
misfortune is-to become wie.
The lessons of dissapointment, hit.
umiliation and blunder impress ,n'ore
than those of a thousand masters.*
A god consolence is like a coiner
lot. Everybody would -like to have ito
but few are willing to pay the price.
The beginning of faith is 'action;
and he only believes who struggles;
not he who merely thinks a 'uestioa
The grace that saves a men will
save another through him. Ir Itoes
nnt.It Is a kind that will notlikely save
either. . ,.
There is nothing lower than hypo
crisy. To profess friendship and act
enmity is a sure proof of total depra
It, Is a most mortifying refteotion to
any man to coasider what he has done
compared with what he might have
It would improve some people very
mt'ch if they were as careful 6f their
daily lives as they are of their ortho
Only the religions- man li good. Ant
what is religion I It is the perfect
agreement of the will with the consol
Man niat be lisappointed witl the
lesser things of life before he 'can
comprehend the full value aof) the
Frequent dissappointmente teach qs
to mistrust our own inclinations, and
shrink even from vows our heart may
Our sina, like our shadows, *hen
our day Is in Its glory scarce appear*
towardi our evening how great, and
Bid habits are the thietles"of the
heart, and every indulgence of them
l4 a seed frou which will spring forth
a new crop.
Women who love are always a(raid
they are notk loved. Women who do
not love always flatter themselve,.that
they are loved.
In sall truth, half of our forebodings
about our nellhbors are but our own
wishes, which we are ashamed to utter
In any other form.
Beauty is a great gift of Heaven; not
for the puirpose of fenale vanIty, but
a great gift for one who loves) and
wishes to be loved.
Our striving against nature is, like
holding a woathercook with.one'.s hand
as soon as the force is taken off it veers
aiein with the wind. - ' :
we shoud gtve as we receive, oneer -
fully, quickly, and without hesitition;
for there is no graoe in a ;benele that
sticks to the fingers.
It Is easy enougl to ii ie 4acrlftes.
for those we love but for our 'enemy
we have to struggle and overoothe self.
Such a victory is noble.
The man of enlightened understand
ing.and persevering ardor h4p any
sources of enjoyment which tlihigno.
rant man cannot reach.
Truth and purity,1ike so miny rem.
in the life and.example of the igood
man, eannot but shainle,and ooieemnn
error aid vice in others.
He that hath really felt the bitter
ness of sin will fear to comnmit it; and
he that hath felt-thie sweetness 'o' mer
cy will fear to offend It.- .a w
There is no time in a mati's life wrhen
he is so great as when .he oihiefully
bows to the necesity of his' pqqltion,
and miakesthe best o -it.
Tkhere is no policy like politeness;
and a good ulanner Is the best, thIng
In thme world, either to get agoedi naao
or to supply the wah't of it.
Tears are net manly I Well, the
highest type of manihood thst- ever
blessed earth with Ia'spresences wept
on more th an one occasion. *.
Wondorfull I hat religion, Which
seems to have no 4ther objiloth'an the
felIcity oft another 'life; 'snotild also
constitute the-happiness of this."
A man is more faiithful to the secret
of' another than to his own; a .woman,
oni thte contrary, presuerves her ewn so
cret better thtan tat of arnother.
Hei who can at all 'inpes sacridieo
pleasure to duty, possesses, in~ a large
mneasui'e, divine elements -in hus cha.
raott r and must grow spiritually.
Dr. Caird says that 1t 'is at pe fact
thant a "maan has riches" ,whloh, keeps
hIm from the'kingdom of'hk~n, bu s
the fact that "rIches haive him."
Opportunity is the flower-of time;
and as the stalK may remain wthen the
doewer Is cut off', so time may remain
with us when opportunity Ls ge,
Leave your grievanices, as )apoleon
did his letters, unheeded trthree
weeks, vtuid It Is abtonishing how few
ci tnem~by that time w tll require heed-.
.1o wan has come to Cr1e' grpsatness
who has not felt in som~e .degree that
his life bsloings to his raoe, 4sia that
what Ulod gives haim lie' giVe# man
Study your own laterpets i losely,
and do not spend your tlme'g~leoting
presients, goverudr,,an 11i other
small olicer4, amid Ia wh'lillk store
Iuxes. rj*' J
Self love is a mediumi of at peculiar
kind; in ugmsities every thIng Wvhich IS
aniss in eotherS, at the pp e time
4liut It lessvna every th ing Ars In our
The very heart amnd root of sin Is an
inueyUnUent anid selfish spirlm. We
uirem. the ideA well, andi not ,g w ish
othera to worsuiy it, bus w~ e urahuy
It ourseives. ,.
Calvary alone was high anidugh to
ce Chuc pedestai upon wuldh' the .ide~ar
nero o& numanlmy could CtIii, aid be
seen by all, whise none ethoagg could
iImeS or genorftl calejit'f Siieufu.
ston nave ever been jrddtiv~ie of the
greattst muinus. Th~e purvgt.uo o es
irou tne Ltwest furnaua; ip righI.t,
h1ash irom tne darkesp lohti,