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BINDING A VALENTINE.
I might begin, 'The rot is red" (Though that is not bo very new), Or this the boy nil think la good : "If you love me as ( love you." But, nee rua to me. a valentine It nicer, when you do not y The same old things that everyone Keeps saying, In the suum oil way. And I asked Jane, the other night, What grown-up people write about. She would not answer ue at first, But laughed till I began to pout That stopped her, for she saw I meant The Quest ion ( and she will not teaae). "Why love." she said, "and shining eyes. A kiss, soft hair just what ttjey please.'' It can't be hard. If that la all. So I'll begin by Baying this: To my dear lady beautiful, I tend a valentine and kits. The valentine, because she hat The lovUest hair and gentlest eye; The kite, because, J love her more Than any one beneath the skies; liecause the it the kindest, bett, The sweetest lady ever known; And every year PU tay the tame, The very tame, to tier alone I There! Now It's finished. Who will do? I've thought of one and then another. Who is there like it? Why, of course, I'll send it right away to Mother! St. Nicholas. THK SIN. 1 0 leonine lily-girl, precious and fair," (Green Is the grass iu the lane), 'Dnbinge me a lock of thy tangled hair" (For matdenB will always be vain). His speech was rough and hard his band (Hard with labor were they), But the heart within was sblftiug as sand, (In the morn he rode away!; The red rose came and the red rose went (For in winter the nights are long)! And the maid with sobs at the window leant (Why tarries he so long?) The mullioned window with storied glass (The laindrops sift frem the eaves)! Chant for the maideu'a soul a mass (The sun-Mower droops its leaves)! They have duggen a grave 'neath the burdock tree (Plant chirkwced at her feet)! And there thia maid at rest will be Where earth and sky do meet His heart had shifted like the sard (For the maid he cared not a pin)! And- he married the richest dame in the land i Upon bie soul the sin)! Aettheticism, MIKE'S CONFESSION. Now Mike was au 'osier of very good parts, Yet sly as a church mouse was he; And he came to confess to the new parish priest Like a pious and true devotee. When his sins were fl eled off till no more could be found, Said the priest: uAreyou aure you've told all? Have the moutha of the horses never been greased, So they couldn't eat oatB In the stall?" "With respect to yer rev'reuoe," said Mike with a grin, "Sure for that ye may lave me alone; I've scraped till there's n ver a sin left beboind, Me conscience Is clane to the bone!" So absolved, happy Mike went away for more sins, Till the day came around to tell all: And the very first thl"g he confessed, he had irreased The mouth of each horse in the atall! Howls this?'' said the priest; "when here, but last week, You Beyer had done this, you swore." "Faith, thanks to yer iev'rence," said Mike, "sich a thing I niver bad heard of before!" ROBBERY AT THE HALL. "Look here, Peter," said he, "there is a rare chance for you just now. You can hire the Frolic, a forty-ton ner, lying at her moorings If the Gareluch, all ready for sea. Be off, and show Charley the West Highlands." "Well, well," I said at last, "don't bother me any more. Send Charles up to Scotland, and if he likes the craft we will try a cruise." Four days later I joined my nephew on the Gareloch. What a lovely scene it was from the deck of our craft! Beautifully wooded hills on either side of us, here and there crowned with heather, and between them the sea, all green and gold, sparkling up for live or six miles till stopped by a grand range of purple hills. These stretched right across the landscape, and were called "Argyle's Bowling Green." "A curious name," I said to our skipper, Captain McCosh. "Is it pos sible that the Argyle family ever play ed bowls on such extremely rugged ground ?" "Oh, aye!" he replied. "The Macal lum More would mount you steep hill before breakfast and roll the big stanes doon from the top just for exercise, ye ken. You may see the rocks they hurled doon to this very day lying all aboot the shores of Loch Goil and Loch Long." Dear me, what Titans these old Scotch fellows must have been! 1 looked in vain, however, for any re mains of their strongholds. Nothing to be seen but the most objectionable of pretty villas, with eagles and statues before the doors, the largest being a sort of Greek temple belonging to the duke of Argyle himself. We were amused at the eccentric be havior of some person sketching on the shore close by us; he would gaze bare headed at the landscape, rush to his easel, dab on some paint, then fall back on the bank and gaze at the sky. Sud denly he would rise and repeat the operation.. We watched and watched, till at last Charles got so interested that we landed to see what he was doing. We found him in a sort of swoon; a young man with fair hair brushed straight back from his fore head, dreamy blue ey looking into va cancy, an acquiline nose, and a thin lipped mouth. "I beg your pardon," Charles began. "Who is it that speaks?" he said, jumping up. "Ah, gentlemen, it is I who should ask pardon, but my thoughts were far away. M I see you are an artist," said my nephew, "and I thought perhapa you could give me some hints as to the subject abut here." "1 wish it was in my power to assist J'ou," he replied; "but the fact is I am ately come from Germany, and am seeking sketching ground m .seif. iou are almost the drat person I have spoken to." 'Well, 1 am sorry we have disturbed you.' Not at all. It was kind of you to notice a stranger. Will you look at my work?' 'It is comforting to meet any one who has your perceptive faculty, sir,' said the stranger to me. 'Depend upon The Owosso Times VOL. III. it, if you say of a landscape, 'How like the spot!' it is a bad picture, because the spiritual has been sacrificed to the material. The same is also of a por trait. How easy to make it like by ac centuating some commonplace peculi arity. The true painter's aim should be, not only to paint the soul of the man, but also to show what traditions belong to him and what portent they have. You will pardon my rudeness,' he continued, but your face plainly speaks a long history.' 'You are right! 1 answered. 'Ex traordinary as the guess is, you are per-. lectly right. 1 am the representative of one of the oldest families in Britain. The Stonnors, sir, date back to Edward the Fourth a pretty long history.'. 'It is, sir, he said, with a polite bow; 'but there is no need of your assuring me of the fact. It is written on y out face.' Come and dine on board the Frolic,' I said, 'and we will inspect your folio during the long evening.' I liked this young fellow. There was a deferential air about him that is sad ly missing in most young men of the present day. My nephew did not at first share in my admiration, but began to alter his opinion after looking at the drawings. They were distinctly differ ent from what we had seen on the shore. Small literal transcripts ot Dutch scenery, quaint figures, boats, buildings, all drawn with great skill ana care, and all signed Edward Han sen. My nephew raved about their ar tistic merit, and talked German art with Hansen all the evening. After this we saw a great deal of him. We were detained for provisions, and the young men sketched and fished together, till Charles, with his usual contradictory and impulsive way, took such a liking for the young German that he accompanied us on our cruise. We had a happy time. We explored the Clyde Lochs, sailed round the Mull of Cantire, and saw most of the coast lately made famous by Mr. Black and Mr. Collin Hunter. Our skipper was invaluable. His memory was marvel ous. We had no need tor guide hooks. Hansen drank in these legends with avidity. He was a strange, gentle creature, thoroughly gentlemanlike and unseltish, making himself useful to my nephew and myself in a thousand little ways, till he became almost indispen sable to our comfort. We found out that be was in reduced circumstances, and I was glad to be able, at my neph ew's suggestion, to purchase the folio of drawings. I lis fits of abstraction were absolute ly painful to witness. They appeared to be accompanied with considerable physical suffering, and at these times he would pace the deck for hours, re fusing both food and drink. 'Curiously enough, I said one day after listening to one of the skipper's tales, 'there is . t legend of a somwhat similar character attached to our fami ly. The story goes that sometime dur ing the last century there was a cer tain Miss Lettice Stounor who had of fended her father in the same way as poor Ellen Maclaiue, and was in conse quence made a close prisoner by him in one of the rooms in Stonnor Hall. She was treated with so much harsh ness that at last she threw herself out of the window in despair. There used to be some story of a ghost, but not in my time. The room, however, remains untouched, and I can show it to you now. There is a curious old inscrip tion carved in oak over the fire-place. It is worded thus: 'Your lettuce grows within the garden, but our Lettice buds in Paradise.' Poor Hausen listened spell-bound. and subsequently had an unusually severe fit of abstraction. So wretched ly ill did he look in the morning that I determined to speak to him. 'Mr. Stonnor,' he said, grasping my hand, 'the sympathy of a gentleman of your high position is one of the most precious comforts I have experienced. I am a most unfortunate person. You see how these legends affect me. The fact 18, sir, I have the misfortune to be en rapport with the spiritual world. Why the mantle should have fallen up on me I cannot tell, but so it is, and the suffering it entails is dreadful. I believe I am the most powerful medium known. The manifestations that have been elicited thro' me in Germany have had the effect of ruining my health. The expenditure of odic force has ren dered me as weak as an infant. I can no longer produce such sketches as those you have lately purchased from me. I flew from Germany to distract my thoughts, and to avoid being made use of by the spiritulists. In your so ciety I have been happier; but still you see I suffer.' Is there anything, then,' I asked, in this spiritualism ?' Anything, Mr. Stonnor! Oh, I wish there was not!' I have always thought that it was considered by our learned men as hum bug.' Yes,' he replied, sadly, 'all the higher truths suffer from modern skepticism. A great mind like yours unfettered by study, and free from school tradi tions, one that has lain dormant in its strength would bring a new light on the subject! 'I dare say I could do something to ward elucidating it,' I said. The Ston nors have generally succeeded in what they undertake. I am -ureof it,' he replied, 'and I feel relieved now that I have unbur dened my mind to you.' This was the first of many conversa tions we had on the subject. My in terest was roused, not so much at spiritualism itself as the knowledge of finding a power of philosophical reason ing -within me which I had been hither to unaware of. One evening we had a little seance. The manifestations were OWOSSO, slight, but quite enough to convince me. At Oban I found letters that called me home; one from India telling me that my niece hud sailed for England and was coming to the Hall the trouble consequent on the death of her child, some two or three years old, had so preyed upon her health that her hus band had packed her off by the first steamer; the other from my brother, saying that she had arrived, and offer ing to come and finish the cruise with his son. I set off at once arranging that my brother should join the yacht at Oban, and that Hansen should then come and pay a visit to Stonnor Hall. I found that the young wife b.id picked up her health aud spirits during the voyage, but that she might have a cheerful companion, I asked Mrs. Ran dall Rawson and her husband to spend a few days with us. Mrs. Rawson was a brisk, busy lady, who would manage everything aud everybody iu the county if she could. She had a formidable array of domestic virtues; had the reputation of being very strong-minded, but withal was a most neivous woman, hiding it well, however, under a loud sort of bluster. Another peculiarity was her absurd jealousy of her husband. Poor Kawson himself was one of the meekest and mildest of men. He was known at school as Pink Kawson, and now he was married and the father of a large young family, he was pinker and milder than ever. His life was made a bur den to him from this ridiculous jeal ousy. A remarkable occurrence took place at the Hall shortly after they arrived. We had all met in the drawing-room alter dinner. My brother was dozing in an arm chair. Mrs. Kawson was reading a novel, my niece was at the piano, and Kawson would have been turning over the leaves had his wife's eye not been on him. Suddenly the door opened, and my butler, Thomas (a most exemplary per son,) came up to my chair with a start led sort of look and desired to speak to me. When we got outside he told me that one of the housemaids was in hys terics, having seen a ghost on the lawn. It was bright moonlight, and while the girl was closing some shutters her at tention was attracted by a moaning. On looking out she saw the figure of a young lady gazing up at one of the windows and wringing her hands. Thomas, who ran to her assistance when she screamed, said also that he distinctly saw the figure disappearing in the shrubs. Where is this girl?' whispered a voice close to us, and there was Mrs. Kawson, looking very white. She had followed out of feminine curiosity. 'Take me to this girl,' she said loudly. I'll soon take the nonsense out of her.' However, notwithstanding cold wa ter, sal volatile, and abundant scolding, the girl stuck to her statement. She gave the most circumstantial account of it. The figure was dressed in white, had black hair, looked very sad, would stare up at a particular window, then wring her hands and moan. The window she described was that which belonged to the haunted chani Der. My brother scoured the shrubber ies without avail. Nothing occurred the following night, but on the next, Thomas knocked at my dressing room door as I was going to bed. 'For heaven's sake, come here, sir,' he cried, I hurried after him. There, sure enough, on the lawn, in the bright moonlight, was the figure the girl had described. I could see it with painful distinctness. It was like in face, figure and dress to Scheffer's pic ture of 'Miguon regrettant sa patrie,' that hung in my nephew's room. It would look up at the haunted room, then clasp its hands and moan. When turned to speak to Thomas, I was confronted by another white figure. It was that of Mrs. Kandall Kawson, who, having heard the disturbance, had fol lowed us in dishabille. 'What is all this about?' she said iu sepulchral tones. For answer I pointed to the figure. 'Ah!' she cried clutching me violently, '1 am not frightened! no;this is some trick. I'll have the creature punished. I tell you both, these things do not frighten me!' Here she elasped me so violently tliat I nearly fell. 'Open the window, Thomas,' she continued loudly, 'I'll speak to the creature.' At the sound of the opening case ment the figure turned slowly toward us, and with a despanng cry disappear ed amid the trees. Mrs. Kawson fell back in hysterics, and being rather stout, it was as much as Thomas and I could do to support her. 'Ah, ah!' she laughed; I tell you lam not frighten ed, I tell you ' When my brother, who had slept soundly all night, began deriding it, and sayiug it was a dodge of the ser vants, I pulled him up at once. M'er haps,' I said, I know more about it than you think.' What are you driving at? he said. I mean that it may portend some thing more serious than you hint at.' Ah! Peter,' 'how often have I told you not to keep all the jewels and plate at the Hall. Why don't you send them to your bankers?' You mistake me,' I said; 'the trink ets and plate are safe enough; but did it never occur to you that spirits may actually visit the earth? 'If I did not know you better, Peter, I should think you had adopted wins ky in Scotland, or had softening of the brain coining on. Whence did you pick up this nonsense!' I laid my hand upon his shoulder. Robert,' I said, seriously, 'I'll tell you about Scotland. My mind was opened there, and I am now convinced that it MICH., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 1882. is possible for spirits, both seen "and unseen, to visit this earth. Moreover, we may converse with them.' He looked at ine dumbfoundfd. At last he said: 'Poor Peter, you are worse than I expected.' Just before he started for Scolland he had played a very stupid and repre hensible practical joke on Randall Raw son. Rawson happened to leave an envelope addressed to his mother on the library table. This was taken by my brother, who, imitating the hand writing, wrote, 'Dear mother, I shall send you fifteen blue goats to-morrow. Can't get any more, but w ill telegraph to New York.' Poor Rawson came up to me in great excitement the next day with a telegram in his hand. 'Good heavens! Stonnor,' he said, 'here's a calamity; my poor mother's gone mad. Read this.' From Mrs. Rawson, Queen's Gate, to Randall Rawson, Stonnor Hall Don't want any blue goats Don't telegraph to New York.' Poor mother! I must be off at once. My wife is out driving. Could you manage to come with me?' 'Certainly,' I said. Write a line to your wife, and let us be off. We shall just catch the London train.' So Rawson wrote on the back of the telegram. Dear Wife: This will ex plain itself. Hope to be back to-mor row. Poor mother! Of course, when we got to Queen's Gate and saw the spurious letter, the hoax began to dawn upon us. We vowed vengeance against Robert, but by the time we got back he had started for Scotland. Luckily our attentiou was now dis tracted i y Mr. Hansen's arrival. His presence acted like oil on the troubled waters. In a couple of days he had settled dowa, a favorite with all, and a special comfort to me. Even Mrs. Kawson pronounced him to be a most superior person, and it was interesting to notice that, atter pooh-poohing the name of spiritualism and abusing its converts, she insensibility became con verted herself. 'There may certainly be,' said Mrs. Kawson, some occult power which we know nothing whatever about.' There is! There is! Believe me, there is, Mrs. Rawon!' cried Hansen. 'And then how sweet and comforting to think we can hold converse with de parted friends!' After this we had many interesting conversations. We of course told him of the spectre. He was intensely in terested. Be made us narrate the cir cumstances again and again. He ex amined the lawn, shrubberies, and windows, and finally put the girl Jane under severe cross-examination. One day, in company with Mrs. Rawson, we explored the old house, and were looking at the family jewels and plate, in the stroug fire-proof box. We must not wonder at your brother telling you to look after these valuable heirlooms,' said Hansen, 'any more than we wonder at the girl Jane's fright. The idea of burglary is just what would occur to an unenlightened mind.' I think this box would resist any at tempt at burglary,' I said, smiling. See how this key turns two strong bars right across the inside of the lid.' 'Most beautiful mechanism!' he said, 'and how ingeniously contrived!' He tried the key several times, then returning it to me, continued: 'But I am more interested in the haunted room. Let us go there! Let us go quickly!' Something in the change of his voice as he spoke the last words made us look at him. His eyes were fixed on vacancy, and both his hands were ex tended toward us. We each took one, and without any direction on our part. his eyes still fixed, he led us straight to the haunted room! That evening we all tried to persuade him to conduct a seance with the view of eliciting information from the de parted Lettice. At first he refused. Remember,' he said, 'how my health suffered in Germany from these inves tigations. Since that I have been un able to follow my calling. Oh, let me regain my health!' It was at my solicitation that he at last yielded; and that he should not be a sufferer I induced him to accept a douceur that would relieve his anxiety about working for a year or so. He thought the manifestations would be stronger if some of his time were spent in the old chamber; so we had his bed moved to a room opening from it, that he might go in and out as he pleased. . I must own we were all morbidly ex cited on the morning of the prearrang ed seance. We weie impatient for the night, and then, more like a row of conspira tors than ordinary inmates, we silently went up to the haunted room. Hansen was already there. The night was very dark and warm, and he stood by the open window, calm and collected. We seated ourselves round the table, placed our hands upon it, and made a contact with our fingers. Presently it moved; then was violently agitated, almost falling on our feet, while occa sional loud raps were heard on the in scription. 'Strong manifestations on the oak carving,' he said in a low tone; 'let me go to it.' He got up, and as he moved to the fireplace, his chair ran after him. We all saw it, and made some invol untary exclamation as we rose from our seats. Hansen rose and drank some water. 'I think,' he said, 'It would be advis able to conduct the rest of the seance in darkness. Your late researches, Mr. Stonnor must have shown you the won derful properties of light as an occult motive iiower. No doubt it interferes somewhat with spiritualistic phenom ena, in the light we get indirect in formation by rappings, but in the dark ness we may obtain more direct com munication.' So saying, he put out the candles, and we resumed our seats. ' The rappings increased. They were very loud. Then small flickers of light darted about the room. Then a moan ing, such as we heard on the lawn, could be detected in the air clo e to us. 'Are you the spirit of Lettice Ston nor?' asked Hansen. There were three raps and a moan. Is your visit a portent of evil ?' Two raps. Is your visit to the Hall a very friendly one?' Three raps. Here a shower of stars shot all about the room. 'Will you show yourself to us?' Three raps. Our excitement was now positively awful. We could hear our hearts beat ing. Presently, out of the darkness, a luminous figure was seen moving to ward the window. Arriving there, it turned, and we saw, illuminated by a soft light, the features of the departed Lettice Stonnor. Her black hair clung about her shoulders, and she moaned and gesticulated as she did on the lawn. 'Speak!' said Hansen. 'I return no more,' she said in an un earthly voice, and slowly disappeared out of the window. There was a crash in the room. Han sen lit the candles, and there on the floor were my niece and Mrs. Rawson in hysterical faintings. To this day I don't know how we got to bed. I re member calling Rawson, and somehow, between us, we saw the two ladies to their rooms. When I got back, Hansen had thrown himself on Ids bed. 'Let me sleep, let me sleen.' he said. shaking me by the hand 'the expendi ture oi odic iorce nas been too much for me; but what a glorious success!' The reaction from the excitement gave me a heavy sleep, but I was rude ly awakened before eight o'clock the next morning, by Thomas. He had shaken me out of my stupor, and was standing over me in his shirt sleeves. Oh, lor, sir!' he cried. "Oh, lor, Mr. Stonnor!' What is the matter, Thomas?' I ex claimed, starting up and rubbing my eyes. Oh lor, sir! the family plate, sir, and the jewels! all gone!' Gone!' I shrieked, jumping out of bed. Call Mr. Hansen!' He's gone, too, sir!' I kept my room for a week. Owing to something he had heard in Scotland, my brother had suddenly returned to the Hall the day after the robbery, but had immediately left for London. Ten days after he appeared. I hope the detectives and I have not compounded a felony,' he said, laying some of the lost jewels on the table, 'but these are all we could recover. The plate is melted down by this time, and your check was cashed the day you gave it. Would you like me to read to you the result of Pascal's inquiry about your friend ?' 'Edward Hansen,' he writes, 'is not an artist himself, but is the son of a well-known painter of the same name. No doubt the sketches your brother purchased are by the father. This Edward is married to a handsome, dark woman, and a very clever pair of scamps they are, the Stonnor Hall se ance not being the least clever of their adventures. 'He first caught your brother by a little judicious flattery, and then care fully elicited all your family history from him. The story of Lettice he util ized by writing to his wife and tell ing her to impersonate her in the moon light. This, and subsequent deferen tial flattery to your brother's mental at tainments, brought about the seance. The raps are produced by a very com mon trick. The sparks and stars are simply caused by rubbing the top of a common lucifer match, and flickering it up into the air. As to the appari tion, this was no one else but his own wife, who had entered the room, as they subsequently left it, by a rope ladder. The luminous appearance was caused by a compound of phosphates and sulphides well-known in Germany, aud the greater light near the window showed that she had come within the focus of some lantern cunningly, hid den by her husband: 'The subsequent robbery was ab surdly easy, seeing that the fireproof box had been left unlocked after Han sen tried the key. 'I hope Peter is better. "Experien tia docet,' etc' 1 Easily Pboven. It it easily proven that malarial fevers, constipation, torpidity of the liver and kidneys, general debility, nervousness, and neuralgic ailments yield readily to this great disease oonquerer, Hop Bitten. It re pairs the ravages of dlseate by converting the food into rich blood, and it give new life aud vigor to the aed and Infirm always. A Berlin dispatch says: Eighteen million marks In ppecies were sent to the Bank of France to day. ASHBURNHAX, M ass , Jan. 14 I have lieen very sick over two years. They all gave me up aa past cure. I tried the most skillful physlciaNs, but they did not reach the worst pnrt. The lungs and heart would fill uu every night and distress me, and my throat was very uau. i mni my luiiureu i never snouin die in peace until I had tried Hod Hitters. have taken two bottles. They have helped me very much Indeed. I am now well. There wns a lot of sick folk here who have seen bow they helped me, and they used them and are cured, and feel as thankful aa I do that there la ao valuable h medicine made. MRS. JULIA (i. GUSHING NO. 39. THE TRIAL OF GUITEAU. NO MORE OK GUITEAU'S "APPEALS." A Washington dispatch says: Sco ville and Warden Crocker had a dis cussion ut the jail yesterday as to the propriety of allowing Guiteau's address to go out. Scoville at first opposed, but finally yielded in this instance. He said so long as the papers will print Guiteau's screeds he fancies he has the ear of the press; and that he is superior to his counsel and can mauage his case entirely in his own way, while as a matter of fact he is indebted to his own utterances for yesterday's verdict. War den Crocker suggested: "If you will not supply him with any more station ery, I will see that he does no more writing. It was finally settled be tween counsel and the warden that for the next week no one shall be permit ted to interview the prisoner, aud that no communication shall go to the pub lic. A Chicago dispatch says: Mrs. Sco- ville, who has kept herself aloof from reporters since the news of the conclu sion of the Guiteau trial, was asked last night if there was any truth in the story that her husband was about to apply for a divorce on the ground of insanity. She expressed great surprise aud indignantly repudiated the sugges tion as ridiculous and untrue. She showed this dispatch: Washington. January 2tt. Mrs. Frances Scoville, Chicago: Have written fully. Nothiuar new. Remain quietly at home. Imperative. GEO. SCOVILLE. He put "imperative" in because he feared that she would start east upon receiving the news from her brother, J. W. Guiteau, that the verdict was guilty. It could not be otherwise un der the judge's charge. She did not think the verdict settled anything, but it was providential, for it probably saved Charles from a mob. Next time the case is tried the result will be dif ferent. guiteau's exceptions. Sceville bases his motive for a new trial on the ground, that the indict ment consists of different counts, and the verdict does not say on which of the counts it was founded; that the trial of the case was not concluded in the same term in which it commenced; that the court had no jurisdiction in the case because the death occurred out side the district; that the court erred in overruling the prayers and questions of the counsel for defence, refusing to instruct, and in admitting improper evidence on the part of the prosecution; that the court erred in commenting improperly during the trial on the con duct of the defendent; on account of the misbehavior of the jury in reading or having read to them the news papers calculated to prejudice their minds; by reason of new and material facts come to light since the trial; because the verdict is contrary to the evidence, and also contrary to the law. guiteau's bdy. A scheme is on foot for the exhibi tion of Guiteau's remains, and it seems that some of his own relatives are parties to it. J. H. Ridgeway, of Philadelphia has received the follow ing despatch: Washington, Jan. 80, 1881. Yours of the 28th inst. received. The relatives are inclined to regard your proposition favorably. In case of the death the brain will have to be re moved for post mortem examination. (Signed) Geo. Scoville. Scoville, in explanation, says it will be next to impossible to save the body from the body-snatchers, and it may thus be made to subserve some worthy object. Mrs. Scoville refuses to enter tain such a proposition, and says she has refused a $5,000 cash order for it. If he dies she will have a post mortem examination by experts of her own selection. Mr. Reed says the proposi tion to publicly exhibit the body is monstrous, and an outrage upon com mon decency. He says such a thing would not be allowed; that a person seeking to make I he exhibition would be liable to arrest and punishment as a public nuisance. Lawyers outside of the case the gov ernment will have authority over the body. The supposition is that the body will be delivered to the family, if they request it. Guilty. the last scenes in the guiteau TRIAL, SATURDAY, 4TIL, INST. Guiteau was to-day sentenced to be hanged, if the law is executed, on Fri day, the 30th of uext June. Judge Cox exceeded the limit a little and put the day as near the anniversary of Garfield's shooting as possible. Guit eau during the entire proceedings acted more like a maniac than at any previous time during the trial. His imprecations and blasphemous curses after the sentence bad been pronouno- ed were frightfully intense. HU FEATURES WERE DISTORTED, His fists were clenched and his face seemed only the semblanceof a human countenance. Judge Cox was so great ly affected while pronouncing sentence that at one time it seemed impossible for him to complete it. His voice was husky, aud he was evidently by sheer force of will going through with a duty which was a terrible necessity. Judge Cox do s not doubt Guiteau's legal responsibility, but does re gard him as a man born with evil pas sions, who in his early life was not taught to restrain them. Guiteau's blasphemies have shock l .Inde Cox, who is a christian gentleman but he has seen no way to prevent them. Guiteau can only escape the gallows, which are already erected MM stand very near his cell, by death or by be coming a maniac or imbecile, a contin gency which some local physicians re gard as highly probable. THK ASSASSIN SENTENCED TO BE HANG KD ON THE 30TH DAY OF JUNE, 1882. Washington, FeUniary 4.-Judge Cox sentenced Guiteau to be hanged June 0, between the hours of IS in. and I i. in., Washington Jail. At the close of his sentence Guiteau screamed uuprccations upon judge, jury and all concerned, while for him self he predicted "a glorious flight to glory." Disastrous Fire. At a few minutes past 10 a. m., on Tuesday, a fire broke out in the build ing on Park Row, New York, formerly occupied by the New York World, and in the same block with the New York Times, though separated from the Times office by intervening buildings. The fire spread rapidly, and before it could le controlled, which was more than an hour, much valuable property and a number of lives were lost. In the old World building was a large number of eflices and stores which were destroyed with it, of which the follow ing is a list: New York Rubber, Belting & Pack ing Company: Wm. Wallace, afcation- ery; Munn & Co., Scientific American; . m. retungiii, advertising;New York Observer; Turf, Field and Farm; Scot tish American; National Bank Note Reporter; The Retailer; the Evening Press; Tibbals & Son. school books: Z G. Ruhn, tailor: Charles C. Marks, tailor; Rodeguez & Ponds,cigars; Stark- weatner fc liibbs, architects; Wm. P. Brown, curiosities; A. J. Todd, lawyer; Frazer& Roberts, lawyers: A. B. Mal- conson, lawyer; S. J. Sigismond, physi cian; W. R. Winslow, lawyer; A. W. Allenguist, patent attorney; A. S. Hutchinson, mineral waters. The following is an estimate of losses: New York Belting A Packing Com'y . .$100,000 Pettiugtll & Co 5,000 New York Observer 10,000 Turf, Field and Farm 6,000 Scottish American 10,000 Will Wallace 60.000 Mark-, tailor 20,000 Rodeguez & Ponds, cigars 2,000 Orlando Potter, building 80oh00 Eugene Kelly, building 5,000 Evening Mail building 2,000 Morse building 5,000 Nash & ("rook, restaurant 6,000 Times building 6,000 Some of the scenes and incidents of the fire reported are heartrending. One woman, well dressed and apparently young, who was standing on the ledge of a window, in Beekmau street, near Williams, stretched forth her hands imploringly. The heroic firemen tried to get a ladder to her, but before they could do so, the flames took hold of her clothing, and, enveloped in the tire, she plunged back into the burning build ing. Another lady climbed out on a ledge In Beekman street, near Park Row. Two ladders were raised to her. and by means of almost superhuman efforts rescued her just as the last rem nant of her strength failed. Ellen Bell, colored janitress, who had charge of six rooms on the upper floor, was engaged with her husband cleaning them when she heard the alarm. She started to run, but was cut off in every direction. She climbed out on the ledge of a fifth story win dow and maintained her position only for a few minutes, when a blast of fire and smoke from the window struck her, and whirling over several times in her descent, she struck the pavement with a dull thud, a crushed mass. She was borne into the Times office and an ambulance summoned, but she was past all human aid, and was dying when it arrived. Two men crawled out of the fifth story by dropping and clinging to the cappings and kicking in a window as they let themselves fall, succeeded in making their escape. A young girl, wearing a blue dress, who was cut off from the stairs, ran to a fourth-story window, on the Park Row side, and stood hesitatingly while the flames and smoke encircled her. "Jump," "Jump," shouted the spectators. Casting a frightened look below.she threw herself out, and fell with a thud on the stone pavement. When picked up life was extinct, her head being crushed almost beyond recognition. I Detroit Pott Tribune. J Home News. The truth of the colloquialism, that "one must go away from home to learn the news," is doubtless illustrated to every one in his journey through life. As a rule this time honored saying may hold good; we propose however, to note an exception. Mr. A. W. Tyrrell, Merchants Hotel, Shelby street, this city, writes: "I can cheerfully bear testimony to the wonderful healing qualities of the Great German Remedy, St. Jacobs Oil. I wui afflicted with Rheumatism for a long time, and I al most gave myself up as incurable. The use of the above preparation cured me completely, aud I feel like a new man." The following statement is from Mr. Henry Dole, 320 Fourteenth street, Detroit. I have a little girl who was troubled with a severe lameness in her legs, pronounced by some Erysipelas, by other Rheumatism. 1 had tried several remedies without effect, when I was induced to apply St. Jacobs Oil, and I am happy to say that the use of but one bottle cured her, and she is now able to go to school again. It also cured me vf a lame shoulder, and I certainly would not be without it. The above reports are in harmony with what is appearing in the news papers everywhere regarding this household remedy. Pecks' Sun, the great humorous paper of the North west, in a recent issue says: "We are going to do something we have never done before, that is, deliberately and unsolicited, to puff a patent medicine. We want to say that we indorse, per sonally, all thai is said of St. Jacobs Oil. We have tried it for neuralgia, rheumatism, and a few cheap diseases, and it has given instant relief. We have recommended it to a dozen friends who have been grunting around with one tliintr and another, and after using j it they have thanked us, and have said it was the boss. Druggists say there is more call for St. Jacobs Oil than for any other article of the kind, and they can hardly keep a supply. If these few lines shall induce anybody to buy the o;l we know that they will be pleased." David killed Goliah of Gath by means of a sling with a stone in it Giants still continue to be killed by slings with a stick in them. Same thing. New York Commercial Advertiser.