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THE BROKEN HOME.
-TBI'TH STKASOKR THIS riCTIOS." lii San Francisco, on the north side of Folsoui street, overlooking Mission Bay, stands a palatial residence. The interior ol this house is even more beautiful than its exterior, every apartment biting in its way a gem of magnificence and refinement. The library especially realizes the most perfect ideal of an elegant and cultured home. And yet. at the moment we look in upon him—one August afternoon, as he occupied his libra, y—the proprietor of all this wealth appeared of all men the most miserable. lie was Mr. Morton Preble, for many years a leading banker of San Francisco. It was in vain that the broad bay window at the south end of the room had been opened, giving ingress to the sunshine and the fragrance of rare flowers —in vain that the walls were lined with richly carved book cases and paintings—in vain that soft couches and luxurious chairs had been gathered around him. He was wretched. He lay on sofa, in the depths of the great bay-window, the wreck of a once powerful man. His figure was thin and guant; his face white as marble ; his eyes having an expression of wo ful apprehension, of harrowing anxie ty, of dreadful expectancy. ' It was evident at a glance that no merely physical ailment had made him what he was. By what withering secret, by what destroying affliction, had he been thus agonized? thus haunted? thus hunted? he so noble and good! he so wealthy and distinguished! As he moved restlessly upon his lux urious cushions the pretty clock on the mantel-piece struck five, every stroke seeming to foil like a hammer upon the heart of the nervous invalid. He irousod himself, struggling feebly to a | sitting posture. "Oh, will this fatal day never, never j pass?" he murmured; "nor bring us relief?" Noticing with a nervous start that he i was aloue, lie touched a bell upon a , upon a table before him, and called: "Helen, Helen! where are you?" Before the echoes of his voice had j died out a step was heard, and his wife entered his presence. "I left you only for a moment, Mor ton," she said, advancing to the bank er's side. "You were dozing, I think. I wished to send for the doctor!" Shewasa beautiful woman of scmesix and thirty years, graceful, with broad white brows, and loving eyes, in which the brightness and sweetness of a sun shiny nature were still perceptible, un der a grief and anxiety no less poig nant than that evinced by her hus band. "The doctor!" he echoed, half re proachfully. * "Yes, dear," she said, in a calm and cheerful voice, as she drew a chair to the side of the sofa, and sat down, stro king the corrugated forehead of thein valid with a magnetic touch. "He will he here immediately. Your last nervous crisis alarmed me. You may become seriously ill!" Mr. Preble bestowed an affectionate look upon his wife, but said despond ently: "The doctor ! He cannot 'minister to a mind diseased! Oh, it these long hours would only pass ! If I only knew what the day has yet in store for us!" "Look up, Morton!" enjoined Mrs. Preble with a reverently trustful glance upward through the open window at the blue sky, and as if looking beyond the azure clouds therein. "Let us ap peal from the injustice and wickedness of earth to the goodness and mercy of Heaven!" The banker gave a low, sobbing sigh. "I cannot lookup, Helen," he ans wered, with a passionate tremor in his voice—"only down, down at the grave that is opening before me!" Mrs. Preble continued to stroke his forehead softly, while she lifted her pale face to the sunlight streaming in to the apartment. 'Look up, Morton—always look up!' she again enjoined upon the invalid. "During all these fourteen years of ag ony, I have not once doublet! either the goodness or the justice of Heaven. 'Blessed are they that mourn ; for they shall be comforted.' I believe that we shall yet rejoice more keenly than we have mourned, and that we shall come to a glorious day of joy beyond all this Jong night of sorrow !" The lace of the invalid lighted up with an answering glow, and he mur mured : "Glorious faith ! My wife, you are indeed a blessed comforter ! Perhaps, after all, you are right!" A knock resounded on a side-door at this juncture, and the next moment Dr. Hutton, the family physician, for whom Mrs. Preble had sent, entered the room. He was an old man, portly in figure, with white hair and heard, but with a fresh and ruddy complexion, a pair of shrewd blue eyes, and with an exuber ant boyishness of manner that sat well upon him. He had a kind heart and a clear head. He approached the sofa, after greeting the husband and wife, and lifted the thin restless hand of the invalid, feeling his pulse. "Quite a high fever," he said, after a brief pause. "Worrying again, eh, Mr. Preble? You are wearing your self out. Medicine will do you no good so long as your mind is in its present condition. J must give you an opiate—" "Not now, doctor," interposed the banker. "I cannot —must not —sleep to-day ! I need to be broad awake now. for I cannot tell at any moment what the next will bring forth. lam look ing for the culmination of all my years of anguish—for the crowning agony of the whole. Perhaps even now— Ah, what was that ?" He started up wildly, and then, as the MTttnd that had disturbed him was uot .novated, ho sank back again on his cushions, pallid and panting. The doctor looked at Mrs. Preble with an anxious, questioning glance. "It is the anniversary," she replied to his unspoken inquiry—"the anni versary of our loss." "Ah. yes," said the doctor. "I re member." "Yes, it is another of those terrible days," cried the banker, in a hollow whisper. "Hit down, doctor, and I will tell you the whole story, lean think of nothing else to-day, and am almost wild with apprehension and anxiety. Sit down." Dr. Hutton drew up a chair and seated himself, his face expressing the double solicitude of a friend and phy sician. "You knew us fourteen years ago, doctor," said Mr. Preble. "We lived where we do now, in a cottage on the site of this great mansion. There were but three at us—Helen and I, and our three-year old Jessie. And it was fourteen years ago to-day that our lit tle Jessie was stolen front us." "I remember it," said the doctor softly. "Yet might she not have been lost. Mr. Preble? She went out to play iu the garden, if I remember rightly, and was never seen by you a gain She might have strayed away—" "So we thought for a whole year, doctor," interrupted the banker. "We never dreamed that she hail been sto len. We searched everywhere for her, and ofl'ered immense rewards for her recovery. I employed detectives, but pll to no purpose. When our little Jessie ran down the steps into the flow er garden," and he pointed to the front of the house, "as if the earth had opened and swallowed her up, we nev er saw her again." "She must have fount! the gate open, and wandered out," suggested Dr. Hutton. "She might have strolled down to the waters and been drown ed." The banker fixed his burning eyes upon the physician's face and whis pered : "I said we never saw the poor child again. I did not say we never heard of her. She was lost on the 9th of Au gust, 1854. For a year we thought her dead. But on the anniversary of our loss we received a written message con cerning her." "A message!" cried Dr. Hutton, starting. "Amere scrawl—a single line in a hand evidently disguised," said the banker, "Here it is." He produced a dingy scrap of paper from a drawer in the table, and held it up to the view of the physician, who read as follows: AUGUST 9, 1855. Jessie, ha, ha ! Jes sie." Dr. Iluttou looked, with a puzzled air, from the scrap of paper, which he turned over and over, to the counte nance of the banker. "I can make nothing of this," he de clared. "It is merely a date, with the name of your lost daughter. II tells me nothing." "Nor did it us, at first," said Mr. Preble. "Then that name aud that date, with demon laugh connecting them, set us to thinking. A whole year we agonized over the dreadful problem, and then we received anoth er message, which you shall see." He thrust a second slip of paper, i dentical iu shape and appearance with the first, before the gaze of Dr. Hut ton, who read it aloud : "AUGUST 9, 1856, Your Jessie still lives." The physician started, as if electri fied. "Ah! this is something definite — something decisive," he muttered. "It convinced you that your daughter was stili living." "Yes, doctor," said Mr. Preble, "and every anniversary of that day has brought us some message. The dis appearance of the child,' mysterious as it is, does notseetn to me half so strange as that the vallain who took her away could contrive to communicate with us every year since, and always on a par ticular day—theanuiversary of that on which she was stoleu—without our be ing able to discover who he is. And a still greater wonder to me is what can be his motive. It seems incredible. If it was stated in a novel many peo ple would not believe it. But 'truth is stanger than fiction.' " Mrs. Preble drew from her husband's breast-pocket his note-book, opened it to the proper page, and presented it to the physician. Dr. Hutton adjusted his spectacles, glanced over the page, and then slow ly read the group of entries aloud.— The entry the first year is as follows: "AUGUST 9. 1855. Jessie, ha, ha ! Jes sie /" And the next year it is— "AUGUST 9, 1856. Your Jessie still lives.'" And the next— "AUGUST 9, 1857. She is in good hands And the next— "AUGUST 9, 1858. She is well as ev er !" And the next— "AUGUST 9,1859. I saw her yester day And the next— "AUGUST 9,1860. She's growing rap idly ."' And the next — "AUGUST 9,1861. She continues to do icell / And the next— "AUGUST 9, 1862. 7 're seen her a oain /" And the next— "AUGUST 9, 1863. She's becoming a woman." ; And the next— "AUGUST 9, 1864. Your child is IJiir- I teen !" ; And the next— "AUGUST 9, 1865. She's lovlier than ever!" And the next— "AUGUST 9, 1866. She's really char ming !" Anil last year it is— "AUGUST 9, 1867. My reward is at hflnd /" And what shall we get to-day ? The physician looked up and fixed his thoughtful gaze upon the bereaved husband and wife. "How did these messages come to you ?" he demanded. "Invariably by post," replied Mr. Preble. "Usually to the house, but sometimes to the office!" "And you have never seen their au thor ?" "Never 1" "The last oi them is dated, I see a year ago to-day!" "Yes, yes," faltered the banker, "and the time" has come for another mes sage. This is the 9th of August, 1868!" "I see," said Dr. Hutton. "And this is the secret of your terrible excite ment. You are expecting to re< eive to day another of these strange messages!" Their was a brief silence. Mrs. Pre ble's hand fluttered in its task, and her face grew very pale. The banker breathed gaspingly. The physician re garded them both in friendly sympa thy. "We shall hear of her again to-day," said Mr. Preble; and what will the message be ?" The mother averted her face. Her brave heart faltered as that question echoed in her soul. "The writer of these letters is un questionably the abductor of your child !" said Dr. Hutton. "Have you any suspicion as to his identity?" "Not the slightest," said Mr. Preble. "We have puzzled over the problem for many years, but we cannot guess who he is." "Think, ' said the doctor. "Have you no enemy ? I do not mean peo ple with whom you are not friendly— every stirring man has plenty of these —but a downright enemy Is there no man whom you knew iu the East who bated you ? No one against whom you were called upon to testify —no one whom you possibly injured ?" The banker shook his head. He had asked hitnseif all these questions re peatedly. "I have no such enemy, doctor," he answered with sincerity of voice and manner. "And Mrs. Preble?" sug ed the doctor, turning to her. "I. you no rejected suitor who might be revenge ful enough to desolate your home?" "No," said the lady. "I was mar ried early. Morton was my first lov er !" "This is strange—very strange!" muttered the doctor. "You are not conscious of having an enemy in the world, and yet you have an enemy— a hidden foe—a fiend in human form— who is working out against you a fear ful hatred! And you have not the slightest suspicion as to whom he is?" "Not the slightest," declared the banker. "Not the slightest!" echoed Mrs. Preble. My husband had a step-broth er who might have been eapableof this infamy—but he is dead !" "The handwriting is not familiar?" "No. It is merely a rude scrawl, as you see," said the banker. "It sug ©lie 33t , afwti Betotbrtt* p<®G gests nothing—except that it is evi dently disguised!" Again there was a profound silence. "Our child would beseventeen years old now," at length murmured Mrs. Preble, her voice trembling. "She is on the threshold of womanhood. No doubt, during all these years, she has yearned for us, wherever she may be, as we have yearned for her 1" "But where is she?" asked the phy sician—and now his voice was broken by his deep sympathy with the ago nized parents. "Where can she be?" "Heaven only knows," answeredthe mother. "Perhaps in San Francisco — Ierhaps in some rude hut in the inte rior, with some obscure farmer, and under a name that is not hers! I think her abductor would have carried her to some lonely region of the interior, among the valleys and mountains. Yet I never see a young girl in the streets without turning to look at her. I never hear a girlish voice without listening eagerly, half fancying that it mav prove the voice of my lost Jes sie f" "Oh, pitying heaven !" sighed Dr. Hutton, dashing a flood of tears from his eyes. "Will this long agony nev er be over?" "We hope so, and even believe so" answered Mrs. Preble, with the firm ness of an unfaltering trust in God's mercy. "The last message we receiv ed from our enemy seems to point to some kind of a change." "True," assented Dr. Hutton, look ing at the message in question. "It is unlike the others. It says that his 'reward is at hand.' He means either that he intends to marry your daugh ter, or that he intends to demand money of you for bringing her back— or both." "We shall soon know," said Mrs. Preble, with forced calmness. "To day we shall have another message, no doubt. What will it be?" The banker turned restlessly on his sofa, and his face grew paler. "Whatever it is, let it come!" he murmured. "Anything can be borne better than this awful suspense. Let it come!" As if his impatient words had pre cipitated a crisis, a step was heard on the walk at this moment, and a ring at the front door followed. "Another message!" breathed the banker. A servant soon entered, bearing a letter, which he extended to Mr. Preb le, saying : "The bearer is in the hall." With an eager gaze, the banker glanced at the superscription of the missive. "It is from him /" He tore the envelope open. It contained a slip of paper, of well known shape and appearance, upon which was scrawled a single line, in an equally well-known hand writing, which the banker exhibited to his wife and the physician. This line was as follows : "AUGUST It, 1868. At six I will caUl" A shock of wonder and horror shook the three simultaneously. "Will call!" cried Mr. Preble, s.art ing to his feet, and glaring wildly a round. "Is coming here?" cried Mrs. Preb le, also arising. "It seems so," said Dr. Hutton, his eyes again reverting to the message. "He will be here at six o'clock, and see ! it is six already !" Even as he spoke, the clock on the mantel-piece commenced striking the appointed hour, and at that instant heavy footsteps resounded in the hall, approaching the library. "It is he !" cried the doctor, also ri sing. As the last stroke of fthe hour re sounded, the door leading from the hall again opened. One long and horrified glance cast the banker and his wife in that direc tion, and then she fell heavily to the floor. Her senses had left her. The above we publish as a specimen chapter; but the continuation of this story will be found only in the N. Y. Ledger. Ask for the number dated December 4th, which can be had at any news office or bookstore. If you are not within reach of a news office, you can have the Ledger mailed to you for one year by sending three dollars to Robert Bonner, publisher. 182 William street, New York. The Ledger pays more for original contributions than any other periodical in the world. It will publish none but the very, very best. Its moral tone is the purest, and its circulation the largest. Every body who takes it is happier for having it. Leon Lewis, Mrs. Harriet Lewis, Mrs. Southworth, Mr. C'obb, Professor Peck, Mary Kyle Dallas, Fanny Fern and Miss Dupoy will write only for the Ledger hereafter. Mr. Bonner, like other leading pub lishers, might issue three or five papers and magazines; but he prefers to con centrate all his energies upon one, and in that way to make it the best. One Dexter is worth more than three or five ordinary horses. One science only can one genius flt, So vast is art, so narrow human wit. The December "Riverside," in clos ing the volume, brings forward some of its old and favorite contributors. Mr. Herrick givos the frontispiece. "Wood Hauling," a picturesque scene familiar to country eyes; Hans Ander sen tell* a Danish story ; the Editor completes his account of book-making by a description of binding, illustrated by eight sketches, and also tells a Christmas story. Miss Thomas has a thrilling account of some children who once were caught on a Mississippi floe of ice. The "Yo-Semite Fall" has a picture, and Mother Goose has four pretty vignettes. Hunting in South Africa is described by an old hunter ; Sophie May, of Prudy fame, tells of her "Higgins fright;" and an anony mous writer describes old-fashioned times in New England. Darley, the artist, illustrates some scenes from Scott ( and Harry Bolingbroke de scribes a mimic encounter in a duck pond. Finally a "Christmas Carol" from the French, with an English translation, holds the last page; so that music is heard as Volume 111 disappears, and all young eyes are turned to Volume IV., of which an ample programme is given. Publish ed by Hurd anil Houghton, New York. Subscription, #2.50. THE NURSERY, for December, has been recei veil and is just such a num ber as will make all its little readers joyous and happy. This is the number of the present year. The pub lishers have some capital Christmas pieces on hand which they will pub lish in the January number. Now i? the time for parents to subscribe for The Nurtsury , and give it to their chil dren as a Christmas present. Prieeonly $1.50 a year. Address John L. Shory, 10 Washington street, Boston, Mass. Permission has been given by the King of Netherlands to William Cor nell Jewett for the landing in Holland i #f an ocean cable from New York. Thursday Mornlngr. Tovrmbrr .i, !* IIAItII TIMED. Not since the greatfinancial "panic" of 1857, have the people of the United States experienced such "tightness in the money market" as that which now locks the wheels of business, closes banks and puts the times out of join generally. There is this difference, however, between 1857 and 1861): the monetary stress of the former year was owing to a "panic," a "crisis," a loss of confidence in banks of issue; that of the present year was produced by no such cause, but is the direct result of thetinancial policy of the Government. There has been no "panic," no "crisis;" but there have been and arc government bonds in which more than a thousand millions of dollars of the capital of this country lie buried out of reach of the people and unemployed in any sort of business. Much the greater portion of these bonds is held by wealthy persons, whose incomes from the gold interest which the bonds bear are quite large. The capital invested in bonds, also, es capes taxation, which fact aids in keep ing it thus invested and dead to the uses of business. Whilst the immense sum locked up in Government bonds, cannot be touch ed by those in financial distress, the policy at Washington has been, and is, to contract the currency. An inflated circulating medium is not to be advo cated on general principles. But our country is, at present, financially in an exceptional condition. We pay "war prices" for almost every thing except wheat, which the farmers have been hoarding because they could not get "war prices" for it. Whilst we pay these high prices, there is less money in circulaMon than at any period since 1801'. Now, considering this state of af fairs, the Secretary of the Treasury, in stead of contracting, should have pur sued the policy of expanding the cur rency. The people want more money. The needs of business require it. As the Federal Government makes our money it should have manufactured some for the relief of its distressed sub jects. On the other hand it has taken much of it from them and contrives to do so from day to day. What, then, is the remedy? Money cannot be had except at ruinous dis counts, consequently banks break and business languishes. Let Congress au thorize the Secretary of the Treasury to redeem three hundred millions of the five twenty bonds by issuing to their holders three hundred millions in greenbacks. The volume of the circulating medium will thus be swelled three hundred mil lions of dollars, that amount of the public debt will be converted into mon ey in the hands of the people, confi dence will be restored, business will flourish, and we shall soon have flush times again. What says the Honorable John Cessna to this proposition? His course on the financial question, during the coming session of Congress, will be closely watched. To sustain Boutweii's policy of contraction, is to say to the farmer, your wheat is not worth more than one dollar per bushel, to the me chanic. the price of your wares must must be reduced a hundred per cent., to the laborer, your wages must come down to fifty cents per day. Let the people look to Congress. THE Tennessee legislature has reject ed the Fifteenth Amendment. One year ago this State lay prostrate under the domination of those radical fiends, Brownlow, Stokes and Maynard.— Robbery, arson and murder prevailed from one end of the commonwealth to the other. A few months ago that bloody and hateful dynasty was over thrown, Tho oppressed people of Tennessee were liberated. Now peace and order reign In the community and as the government of the State is be ing re-civilized the Fifteenth Amend ment is kicked among the rubbish of the Brownlow despotism. Hurrah for the redeemed and regenerated home of Andrew Johnson ! "The old flag's back in Tennessee J" ONE RAMSEY, Senator from the State of Minnesota, has just received fifteen thousand dollars, which the Post-office Departrneht stole from the people, to go to France, ostensibly to negotiate some postal treaty, but real ly to enjoy a trip to Europe, at the ex pense of the taxpayers. The people of the United States should demand the recall of Washburne, if that lumin ary is so thoroughly imbecile that he cannot attend to a little matter of that kind, especially as he has done noth ing else. HOWEVER people may have laughed at the charge so often prefered against Ben. Butler, as a spoon-thief the fact is coming directly home to him in a specific and tangible shape. An order for his arrest has been granted by Judge Jones, of the Supreme Court of N. Y., at the suit of a party now residing in Florida; and the charge if?, *teiling spoons. WAS there ever ANY people on the face of the earth more gullible than this Yankee nation ? From the time when the great prophet Seward was wont to make his vaticinations of the ending of the war in sixty days, until the present hour, we have been victimized by a succession of humbugs which would have knocked credulity out of a nation of jackasses. The war was to bo waged for the Union, the suffrage quest ion was not to be decided without a reference to the people, the Fourteenth Amend ment was to be the end of the negro question, the National Debt was a na tional blessing, etc., etc. And now the Secretary of the Treasury, Mr. Bout well, issues a proclamation monthly, setting forth the diminution of the great National Blessing, for which his partisans greet him with hallelujahs of praise! We never did believe in the doctrine of a national debt being a na tional blessing, and, therefore, would gladly record the fact of the decrease of the public indebtedness, if it were a fact. But we cannot endorse what we know to bea falsehood. The statement that the public debt has been reduced within the last twelve months is a lie so stupendous that it ought to shock even the stupidest adherent of Bout well into an awakening from his blind confidence in that prince of financial humbugs. A few words will suffice to unveil the shameful deceit. During Mr. McCulloch'sadministration of the Treasury, the monthly statements of the public debt embraced the sixty mill ions of the Pacific Railroad Bonds, which are at this day a part of that debt. Mr. Iloutwell drops these sixty millions out of his statements and claims that he has reduced the debt to that a mount! Occasionally a few millions of Government bonds are purchased by Mr. Boutwell. These are deposited in the vaults of the Treasury and counted as assets and also as part of the debt re deemed, in the monthly statements! They are not destroyed or canceled, as they should be, if they are really re deemed. Why not? Because they are to here-issued, in a little while, when they will again become a part of the public debt! Glorious system of finan cial legerdemain! Now you see it, and now you don't see it! Vive la humbug ! It is said that "our Congressman" is bored nigh unto death by applicants for Marshals to take the census. Cen sus-taking is the stepping stone to greatness, for did not Geary once act in that capacity for four townships in Westmoreland county? Official returns from the State of New York fix the majority of Nelson, the Democratic candidate for Secretary of State, at 20,50t>. This is sufficient for all practical purposes ; as it carries with it a handsome working majority in both branches of the Legislature, we think that the Democracy of the Empire every reason to congratulate itself and to be congratulated upon this great triumph. SWORN IN. — Wm. Keyser, Esq., the newly elected Sheriff, was sworn into office on Saturday last. Mr. Keyser is an active, intelligent and upright man, and cannot fail to make a first rate officer. Mr. John A. Cessna has been appointed deputy. Mr. Steck man, the retiring Sheriff, and his dep uty, Mr. Iluzzard, are held in high es teem by the business community for their correetne&s and promptness in the discharge of their official duties. We direct attention to the card of our young friend, Alex. King, Jr., published in another column. Mr\ King hasdevoted years to the study of the law and will no doubt make his mark in the profession. We assure the public that all business|intrusted to him will receive prompt attention. Success to Aleck ! AN assessor of South Carolina went lately into a settlement of colored peo ple in Abbeville, in order to assess their taxation. He made a valuation of everything they posessed, and was so particular that heconsumed a wholo day at it. He found that the whole taxation that could be raised for the State out of the settleinentuf collected, would only araout to seventy-five cents! THE LADVS FHI END FOR DECEM BER. —The Christmas number of this attractive monthly has two uncom nionly beautiful steel engravings—com panion pictures, "The Departure" and "The Return," More beautiful en gravings than these are seldom seen in a magazine. ft has also a gay and stylish plate of Colored Fashions, and a Christmas title-page, showing vari ous modes of celebrating the day. The illustrations of Caps, Bonnets and Coiffures are tasteful, and so are the captivating Costumes for Little Girls. Music —"The Angels are Waiting for Me," Amanda M. Douglas concludes her excellent story, "The Prize of Two Men's Lives and Mrs. Wood reveals the well-kept secret of her novel of "Roland Yorke," which ends in the most satisfactory manner. There is a tine story from Mrs. Mouitou, and an other from Nora Perry, and a sweet poem from Florence Percy, with the usual literary matter. The recipes are good, practical directions, such a* la dies want for the holidays. The pub lishers offer great inducements to new subscribers, and we recommend our readers to inclose ten cents for a sam ple copy, to Deacon & Peterson, 31U Walnut Street, Philadelphia. Price $2.50 a year (which also includes a large steel engraving.) Four copies, SG. Five copies (and one gratis), SB. "The Lady's Friend" and "The Sat urday Evening Post" (and one engrav ing), S4.(X). NEWS ITKMff. lii some parts of lowa tlie farmers | are feeding wheat to their horses, it ! being cheaper than oats. Snow fell on Monday last to the I depth of twelve inches in the north ern portion of Vermont. Hundreds of cords of woorfarebeing I burnt along the l,eligh canal, in or j der to get it out of the way. The mining stocks of California have I depreciated in value within the last nine months not less than $5.000,000. Two men were killed in a New Or j leans candy factory last week, by the I accidental explosion of torpedoes. It is said that Mrs. General Custar goes with her husband on Indian cam ! paigns, and is a good shot with the ri de. There are twenty-three suits for di vorce before the Supreme Court at Portland, Me., and nineteen of the pe titioners are wives. Beecher wants John Chinaman to vote, "pig-tail and all." The Boston Post thinks this is a queue-rious way I of expressing it. Portion of the Central Railroad track, on the Niagria Falls branch, was ! torn up up the gale which visited the ! Canadian frontier on Wednesday night ; last. It costs S3O a day for a first-class par lor and bedroom at the new Grand Hotel, in New York, provided you don't eat anything. The names of the common drunk ards are posted up inGaleshurg, Mich., and saloons forbidden to furnish them liquor. An unmarried woman at Virden, 111., owns seven hundred acres of ex cellent land, which she paid for by teaching school. Another case of whiskyeide. Pat ; Keenan was found dead by the road ; side near Racine, Mich., with his ! whisky bottle beside him. Three sailors belonging to the Uni ted States steamer Lincoln, were | drowned at St. Paul, Iceland, by the upsetting of a boat. It is estimated that the total produc tion of grain in the United States for the | current year will amount to fourteen ! hundred millions of bushels. The experiment of another negro postmaster is being tried at Manches ter, Va., near Richmond. Cunning ham is the man's plantation name. The Oshkosh (Mich.) Northwestern says that crews are being hired for the winter in the pineries, wages ran i ging from $25 to S3O and $35. The miners of Luzerne county have | prepared a bill for presentation to the j next Legislature providing for the ■ proper ventilation of the coal mines. A smart man at Cedar Falls, lowa, | gives notice that he has used about two pounds of powder lately, and that some of it may be in the wood pile. On the Mississippi River, the steam er which makes the fastest trip is enti ' tied to wear the antlers of a deer upon | its pilot-house as a token of suprema | t-y. Mr. John Gordon was brutally mur dered near Whartou, Wharton county Texas, on the 28th, by two negroes, and his body burned to conceal the ; crime. Massachusetts can't have anything to herself. The Marquis of Bute had a | butler who committed suicide because he thought somebody else had stolen the spoons. Some of the insurance men in Bos ton wished to give every fireman in the city a turkey for his Thanksgiving dinner but they wanted other people to pay for them. According to late advices, everything "in Alaska is as pleasant as could he ex pected. The military are well, the Indians peaceable, the weather mild and the fisheries prosperous. Green Miller, an old negro living in Harrodsburg, fell down and died in stantlyon Tuesday last, during a vio lent quarrel with his sou-in-law. Pas sion struck the old man dead. The death of Gen. Wool leaves Ma jor Mordecia Myers, of Schenectaty, N. Y., the only survivor of the cele brated Bth regiment of ISI2. Major Myers is aged about 90 years. A prisoner confined in the Hampton Jail, Va., set fire to the building on Wednesday night of last week, think ing thereby to liberate himself, but in stead nearly got burned to death. Hon. Robert J. Walker devoted the last days of his life, it is said, to the preparation of a statistical article show ing that New York, in time, will sur pass London as a commercial centre, Peter G. Drost, of Aillborough township, Somerset county, N. J , gathered ninety-seven bushels of ap ples from two trees this fall—from one tree fifty bushels, and the other forty seven. The Spanish General Valmaseda has ordered that his salary he divided a mong the poor in Santiago, Cuba.— The misery there, caused by cholera and small-pox, is reported on the in crease, The managers of the Pacific Railroad are preparing fuel and provision cars to run with every train during the winter, so that in case the train gets snowed in the passengers will not freeze or starve to death. Elliot the colored lawyer of Colum bia, S. C., eowhided a white attachee of the State government for writing an insulting note to his wife the other day. The flagellation is said to have been thorough. The managers of the Pacific Rail road are preparing fuel and provision cars to run with every train during the winter, so that in the case a train gets snowed in the passengers will not freeze or starve to death. A little girl in Peoria, 111., attempted suicide the other day. She assigned as a reason that her father had disowned her because she had preferred to work in a hotel kitchen to attending school where her playmates made fun of her sore eyes. A young man and his sweetheart, returning from a prayer-meeting j,, Forest city, Meeker county, Minn., the other night, encountered three hears. Nothing daunted they picked upa club apiece, and soon succeeded in dispatch ing the unwelcome intruders. A bill is to he introduced at tin next session of Congress, by Hon. Leonard Meyers, of Pennsylvania, changing the present system of collecting the tax on distilled spirits, and levying it en tirely upon the capacity of the distil lery. The raw fur trade in Michigan mount to nearly $1,000,000 annually, the greater portion of which L done in Detroit. The principal skins taken are mink, marten, lynx, bear, leaver, otter, red, gey, silver and cross fox, musk rat, wild cat, raccoon and wolf. The Cuban insurgents continued lo burn plantations without mercy. In the neighborhood of Santiago two hundred and eighty insurgents have recently been killed. Re Rodas has pardoned over two hundred pris oners, many of whom were political. A petition influentiallv signed is on its way from Victoria, to President Grant, praying the annexation of Brit ish Columbia to the United States. Queen Victoria will receive a petition of similar import, 'i he Columbians feel keenly their insulation and help lessness. It is stated thai the Postmaster Gen eral will soon issue an order prohibit ing the carriage through the mails of circulars gotten up by swindling firms for the purpose of defrauding the pub lic. Some twenty of these firms arc on the place list of government detect ives. Some interference of this kind is greatly needed. A young lady became guardian of her lover at Davenport, lowa, the other day, in order that she might marry him, he being a minor and without parents, while she was eighteen. Af ter the necessary legal proceedings, she gave her consent that her ward should niarrj herself. It was an idea of her own. Western girls are equal to any emergency. The pesky Indians are at their in fernal work again in nearly all the Territories. The latest outrage occur red iu Wyoming, where, as Governor Campbell informs the Administration, a body of sixty Indians, led by a white man, murdered two soldiers, and then made their escape. Cannot these easi ly persuaded red-skinned scamps be placed beyond the reach of white men and bad whisky? Were it possible to locate them where they would be free from the bad advice of wicked whites and the evil effects of detestable whis ky, there would be a probability of their becoming somewhat tractable; but, unless this is done, there appears to be no remedy for the existing evil but to rid the country entirely of them, either by extermination or transporta tion to some cliine beyond the leach of civilization and whisky. 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