OCR Interpretation

The Weekly Kansas chief. (Troy, Kan.) 1872-1918, May 24, 1883, Image 1

Image and text provided by Kansas State Historical Society; Topeka, KS

Persistent link: http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn82015484/1883-05-24/ed-1/seq-1/

What is OCR?

Thumbnail for

Wz&fr. tZrLx -V-- . -t73- ;.
$kn$a ' "'wwMWiiJBUiiJ" ' ivnMsjiwa
VFJlfin-My, i,' i jgaaaga I
wttwnMJtAt .titocraczs-
3w& ?& & msb. -
. i
DEVOTED TO THE INTERESTS OF DONIPHAN COUNTY. Our Motto: "Talk for Home, Fight for Home, Patronize Home."
i iniiiinnm iirn'iriiri irri'Tn i ffr""--- ' TT""'"' ' . . ,; ," ,, i"jnTi"La"".' .ll:: t 'iimhi m irks win
(Uftotcc j
WlUtla the ronsrtrated pliw, wberc ckI
And loyal Catbolica are laid to rest,
'Neath marble tallet or rode cross of wood.
Alike with folded bands a&l noiseless breast.
I found a Imis. low moand, o'erspread w't1 C1
With tnftaof pink eacb side. Id formal row :
.And, at the bead and foot, clustered mi
Of great June hmm, red and Lite, a blow.
And on the erosa I rend the carved name
Of cte wnotn I bail known to otber years ;
A wary woman. aD 'unknown to fame,"
-f ha ate Tucr brrad in bitternesa ami tears.
AxDfronibi-ntiveUiJ'l, be pined
-WnaeJ'O-arJeoslopffinsforberown "crwnWc,
Tfrphi, through weary nieat. her lore to find.
Yet Eokta Lack, Hie Lot's wife, all the wblV.
Tarest and tsrrerty her buslaml drove
A better fortone on our snor to seek ,
111 mis-spelled letters little btld m love .
She wanted bread, and ber Moot heart grew weak.
Kb elatped Iter children In ber arras, at length.
With courase, born oMove and of despair,
JTerrtji herself with desperat kn strength.
The unknown peril of the sea to dare.
Bravely the ablp aped on. day after day,
Till one fair raorn Uey reached the coal loaz soncM,
And up and down they merit their weary way,
And hand to hand the wolf of banger foajjht.
With bope deferred " her woman 'a heart grew sick ;
A etranper in a stranger's land was she.
WnrcamebenutT Her tear Ml fast and tbkV.
W'm it for tki ahe crossed the moaning w T
Hard work and scanty fare her M was M2L
In the new borne her children grew and throrr.
And day by day her set tak to fulfill.
In weakneaa awl in weariness ahe strove.
Till mortal sickness e2d the feeble frame.
And the good priest was inuimonnl in her iw-eil.
With pitying e j ee and gent le step he came.
And to her idaint gai e loving eare and herd.
"Toor name f " and an she tnnrmnml. faint and weak.
My daughter. I hate tiding," iniekly said.
"Among the living thon dMl vainly e-ek
For one long renting with the silent dead
" In a great bowpital I tooil hj him.
And gave him ataulution, full and fn.
Hi name waa thine. With wordu emfaed and dim.
lie toM the tale that Uxm haft told to me."
Sb eUutpt-d ber Lih1. mm uw ho findeth r t.
Wben yean f doaht ami of npne are o' r .
With faith In Cod acd in her hooband blrt.
hbe tnrned, as on rontent. rl aked no mre
Hat waited calmly for Iter gUd release
Mipping her rowtf through fioget an
A aaintaud raartvr. cruwwd with y and rar
Instead f rart h ndtvpiiteal ami outcast
The brnUwl feet tread no more Ufe'a wtry a
Sorrow and pain and mourning are fttrgot
J'nfoUed aafe. be waiteth fr the day
Mrange flowera an "Vien kie bf lieilrth mt.
Select jj'totu.
I have fitrgottrn tli ninte lie li rough t with
Iiim from the States, for iio1mm!v here ever call
ed Irim any thing; ele hr 'LiitiileyH TanlDer."
We minors hate a fai...r LnnrU of rechrint
ening;, ami a name ome alter il sticks to a man
anions an he hticLs tt tlic uiiucs; w, even af
ter Lnmlej hadthninrti iijt hi claim ami left
the ilijigins. a giol three rar ago, Ltnuley'i
Panlner&tiil reinaineil, a tiner-iHot tu trat-e
the distance hack. After all, John Jones, or
Lumleyi Pant tier, what itiattertd it, in that
doubtful tide of itnuitratioti wttin in toward
the wild reziin, nhero the first ronlldential
iiuestion. after intimacy Heemeil to warrant the
liberty, was in variably, "Say, comrade, what
was your namo ltcforr you cam a hern f
Yon bee, I kuew Lnmley's Pardner when he
first came into the mine. I.was up at Wood's
Diggings, at the time he and a party of two or
three or more came round prtjccting. I re
member, I thought what a line htalwart young
fellow he was, Mraight as a pine tree, and no
foolishness ahont him either, for he had leen
roughing it a year or two domi on 'the Texas
horuer. I never saxv the lmys more downright
pleased over a new-comer, than when he bought
a claim and went in with us. He was not a
man to talk mnch about himself, nor one you
wonld feel free to quention; but there was lion
est, tqnare-dealinglmtkingoHtf4M-elcar gray
eye, for all the trouble and unrett laid up lie
hind them.
Lumley wan asditfereut ai a nun could he.
I have otteu noticed, that mm take to unlike
in matiug among themselves, ns well as iu
choosing mates for life, lie came into the dig
gings a week or so later, and thej, somehow
fell in together. Lnmley was what you might
call an extra clever fellow. He look d scarcely
more than a hoj these frir-tkjuncd people
never how their age with his h.niduii', wo
manish face, bright blue eyes, and trim-built
fignre; hut he had rmitidence until oti could
not rest, plenty of the gift of gab, and a some
thing about him I Wlieve people, eallit mag
netism; at lea.st, when you were nith him, you
believed just as he did, and then wondered at
yourself afterward for doing so.
Lumley always had a knack of twisting peo-
fle around his little finger; for all that, the
ines of firmness were quite lacking about his
mouth. Lumlev's Pardner, now, with his close
set lips and square, massive jaw yon might as
well hope to move a mountain as him against
Ids will. He wonld he stroug to do, or to bear;
yon could easily see that.
I do not know as it was exactly fair! I nev
er meant to eavesdrop, but it happened in this
wise: One night, I went over to Lumley' bhati
ty it was amazing Mrange how soon his name
cot tacked to everything to mc ahont a bro
ken pick he -n anted mended. I used to do the
smithing, in those das. As I opened the door,
I saw there was no one in, and, being tired
with my day's work, I dropped down on a log
just outside, lit my pipe, and wit leaning hark
against the pine board, waiting for Lumley to
come hack. I guess I must have got drqwsy,
.and fallen asleep, for the first thing I heard wjis
voices, and Lumlev's Pardner speaking out bit
ter and short, iu a ay we wldoni heard him
"I reckon it's no use to ask if there's any let
ters come to my name, he said. "There"- no
one to write to me."
I rubbed open my eyes, and saw two gleams
of light streaming out through the open door
and the one loop-hole of a w mdow. and then I
knew that Lumley and his mate must have
passed mehy, and neer seen me in the twi- ,
light. Rousing myself up, I saw Lumley I
through tbe wtmlow, sitting down to the pine taken what I did at jour hands. Do yon dare
table beside a jellow dip, with two or three let- deny me this small return, now f What's a pal
ters lying before him, and oue open in his hand, try sum of money between you and me, and the
Then it dashed across my mind, that one of the Mittle mother waiting at home T"
boys from a camp beyoud had gone into t lie Ma- t Lumley put down his Lead npon that, and
tion, and was dne with the mail that night. ' cried like a baby; the which, if it he not man-
Lumlev's Pardner sat oierthe far side of the j ly, I like him the Itettcrforit, There are tears,
table, with a gloomy look iu his 030. Ilciug in f am thinking, that are far from disgracing
was netertohave news from home, and won
iuv .-wiiiv .r.i, um " iit uiirn nun iviirntiuio 4t
dered to myself how a manly, tine-looking fel
low like him should W without a wif or
sweetheart waiting with a woman's pride in
him. stunewbere. Lumley was busy reading
his letters. I thought Iliad better stay out
side. He was that iuteut at first that he'seem
ed not to have beard the other's words; hnt af
ter a moment he lifted his face, with one of the
proud, bright hoks that were Luinley'simn.
"Av. comrade P he cried, chcerilv. "Don't
ten me it isui an your own lanlt.
Don't dare I
envy mo my wife and child !"
There was no reply ; looking out, I saw such 1
a hitter, sorrowful look on the face of Lumlev's
Pardner that, scarcely knowing what I was tio-
ing, t stool ana watched and pitted him. I
heard Lnmley read aloud words of love and
trust, wstching and wait iug, and of happiness
in him and the child. I saw his fare, as he
read. He might be a weak man, hut ho loved
the woman and the child. Prom the last letter,
there dropped ont a carte de isitc. Lumley
caught it up, with b-nMi eagerness.
"Old pard P he cried, "you shall sec mv two
treasures. Here they are Lulieand thebov!"
He tossed the picture aero the table. The
other picked it np. I saw amau die ouce, stal
bed through the heart. Jut such a look came
into the face of Lumley's Pardner, as lie glanc
ed at the picture in his hand. Lumley. bend
ing over the letter, neersaw it. When he fin
ished reudiug, he held ont his baud. The other
did not even raiM hiseye, hut kept them fixed
ly on what he held.
"I, too, once thought to have a wife and
child." he muttered, preseutly, les to Lumley
than himself.
The words following that look, were a whole
look of revelation to me. Happily, Lumley
did not notice it. His face showed some sur
prise, mingled with that placid satisfaction the
sncresfcfnl man wears.
"Ah!" he returned, shaking his head, know
ingly, "is that the way the Und lies f I knew
you were always rhw-mouthed, but a disap
pointment 1 never snspected that. She, who
ever it was. had precious had taste when she
looked the other uayPaudhe ran his eye ad-
jmiiu;i owr iii others spiemlul proportions,
and manly, handsome 'face.
he uerrefused me !" broke in Lumley's
Pardner, iu a low, smothered tone, his ees still
fastened intentlr im th i,ii.i.ird !".,.....-
asked her; imt she knew mv mind, and I
thought I knew hers. I was sure she would
Tvait for me nntil I came back. It was for her
I went away."
Hnt yon wrote to hrrr .piesti:i l Lnmlev,
-with a geiiume interest. "
"Xot wonl-uot a line, I am a poor scnW.
Hut she knew me well enough to need no writ
ten aurauce r my intentions. Cverv day
-would be lived for her. There conld Iw no
donbt of that m her mtud.
Lumley made a hasty getore of disent.
Aud there, old mau, was precisely where you
failed to connect! It don't d. vu know for
women to take too mnch foe granted. They
like to he well fortified; and then yon are anr
ct to win, if yon take them by storm. Why,
my Lnlie
'.She don't look a though she ever walkel
over a true heart with her dainty feet, and that
glad little amile jast curving her lip!" broke
in La in ley' Pardner, bis white face still bent
on the picture. His deep roice trembled a lit
tle over tbe last words.
Lulie is truth itself." answered Lumley,
inickly. "She never loved anybody hnt me.
To lc sure, she had admirers how could ahe
help that, and be what febeisf hnt she loves
me truly. You can see it in her eyes,"
Lundey Pardner turned deathly pale. He
caught tbe table by one hand, as if to steady
himelf, and fairly hurled the picture acros
the room to Lumley. It missed it mark, and
fell to the Uoor. As be saw it fall, all the
fierceneM dieil out of his eyes, and a frightened
look crept into them.
Wick her upH he said, with timid apprehen
sion, as though itwere a tinman being to whom,
in a moment of passion, he had committed some
act of violence "I didn't mean to do that
poor little motherT the last words seemed to
give him a stronger footing with hlmitelf. "I
was thinking how my wife married another
man. and never let me know."
"Come, come, old man, don't take It wo to
heart r said Lumley, soothingly. "Therell be
a plea -ant home, a dear little woman,, and
bright-eyed children in the fntnre for von yet T
'.Veverr r
Lnmley's Pardner brought down his fist like
a bledge-haminer; then he leaned forward in
hi, heat, with a feverish eagerness in his man
ner which he tried hard to keep out of his
"Tell me, how wonld you have given np your
Lnlie H
Lumley laughed "with easy, careless good-nature.
"Yon put me in a tight place," he said.
"Hut tnpiiosmg the rase, the first question I
bhould ask would be, 'Did she ever go to the
enemy's cainp in other words, forsake me for
an old rivalf"
'X-ii-or answered Lnmley's Pardner, slowly.
"It wa Mimo one I had never seen. I've noth
ing ac'in tho man."
Why, then," weut on Lumley, "truth some
times cuts hard, old fellow I think it waa your
fault, and not the girl's. It's man's privilege
to sjtcak his mind ; a woman's destiny to fold
her bauds and wait. She can never heinit
sure, uuless he has spoken out. Then, perhaps,
another, who has learned to love her, does
speak, fche feels the need ofloe in her life;
women as often marry to he loved as because
they love. Then, instead of wanting her life
fnr t hat n Inch may never come to her, ahe takes
up the fate Iing at her feet. Does hhe go very
innch astray!"
Lumley'it Pardner propped his head upon his
breast. "Piorgirl! I never thought of that,"
i lie Haul.
j I do not know how it was that I remembered
j all tbe words mj plain. There was no more
' aid, and feeling guilty-like for stealing a
! mate's wcret, which it was not meant for me to
know, I crept to my shanty, bunked in, and let
the broken pick lie over nntil morning.
I always felt Mm for Lumlev's Pardner, af
ter that.
Well, for a time, things went on iu the old
way. Then Lnmley's Pardner came down with
monutain-fever, and Lumley nursed him all
through it. He was as tender as a woman, was
Lumley When I nsed to drop in of nights, oc
casionally, tu lend a hand at watching, the sick
man ejes wonld follow him about tbe room,
in a helpless, liewcchiug way, that was pitiful
to sec.
It was ouiy the ghost of Lnmley's Pardner
that got up from it; but the two men were al
ways uigher together, after that.
When Lumley got hack to the claim, and
Lumlev's Pardner was just able to crawl about.
iiiey came uuu a wonuenui BireaK ot luck,
! Lumley struck a hie pocket, and there thev
j uere, in the turn of a die, rich men. Mining,
after all, is a game of chance yon buy your
iickei, nui 11 uoes not always win; there are
plenty of blanks to every prize.
It tloes not matter the exact amount this prize
uetted, if I had remembered it. Lnmley was
jubilant over his "pile," anxious to sell out,
and leave the mines; so nobody was surprised
when his partner bought him out for a good
round sum, saying, in his quiet way, that lis
guessed he'd stay and see the thing through.
It was very quiet in camp, the morning that
Lumley went away. The boys were sorry to
lose him, for he had not any hnt well-wishers
amoug ns.
Well, six months weut by, and then came a
little white letter, "scribed" in a dainty wo
man's hand, to "Lumlei'a Pardner." Thejnan
trembled all over like a leaf when it was put
into his hand, took it into his cabin, aud'shut
the door. Within the next half hour he came
ont again, in a desperate hurry, saddled his
innle, and rode off down the trait
"rnexpected bnsinessP was his hasty expla
nation. Could not say how soon he might be
The news came to us at last by a party of tra
ders, stopping to niton in camp. Then I knew
what thooe marks of weakness about his mouth
stood for; Lumley had never Uft the city at
all! He had sat down to the gaming-table one
night, and gotten up from it, the morning, poor
er than he had come into the mines. He had
won, then lost, and lost and won, and won
again; and thn that last total blank stared
him in the face.
Lnmley could never give np at that. He
must win it all hack! Luck was surely in store
for him jet! He haunted the gambling-hells,
playing recklessly, desperately, so long as he
could win enough to keep the hall rolling,
pawning his watch, his ring, even his clothing,
when other resources failed.
So Lumlev's Pardner found him heavy-eyed,
with a seedy rlashiness in his dress, marks of
dissipation on his fair, womanish face a pretty
nearly played-out individual.
The blood rushed alloerhi face, for the
manliness jet left in him could but feel the
shame of that meeting. But there was no back
ing out now. I.urole's Pardner took him to one
1 "Ie heard of you, old man," he said, in his
' matter-of-fact way, "and I've come to see on
out of this. How much do you say will clear
I you up, and hao a trillo ahead f"
Lumley net er raised his eyes.
"Old pard," he answered, choking up, "you
l area better friend than I deserve. Don't ask
me to take anything from you. I went in with
my eyes open, and, thanking you all the same,
I'll have nobody's help out."
Lumley's Pardner laid a broad hand on each
of the pitiful, drooping shoulders.
"Old man, when the fever had medonn. IM
havegoue under if it hadn't Wen for von. So
help mo tlod! I'd rather have died than have
ricu 111c vjrs ui ui4U(
"I m ashamed of myself, through and thro,
for what's gone by," were Lnmley's next words;
"hut I can't give it tin now. 51 alters can't be
any worse, and there s a chance of bettering.
Perhaps, to-night, I shall win it all back."
There were the old willfulness and pride, and
the new fascination of the gambling-table.
There was no turning him hack, no inoviug hi in
from that resolve.
Lumlej's Pardner took him by the arm,
"Kither way, I'm lonnd to see too thr
s you throngh,"
he said. "Come."
So. night afternicht. as Lumler nlaved. there
stood Lumley "s Pardner looking on, with never
a word of that little white letter, his answering
message, r me iwo passengers on uoani an
ocean steamer hound for California,
Despite Lnmley's hopefulness Inck never
turned. It was the same feverish nnrest and
tedious waiting, tha sense of degradation by
day, and at night the brilliantly-lighted gambling-hell,
the excitemeut, the fascination, trem
bling betwixt hope and uncertainty, the fre
quent potations to steady his shakeu nerves,
aud, as the night wore on, uncertainty deepen
ing into failure and disappointment ; and each
morning Lumley's Pardner led him slowly and
silently away, nntil, time wearing on, brought
at last this appeal:
"ForOod's sake, old man, when will yon let
S help me Heaven, as soon as I get hack
two thousand dollars I "wear never to touch
cards or dice again." And Lumley was dead in
earnest this time. Still, he would accept noth
ing from his pardner.
The night the Ocean Belle was signaled into
port, Lnmley's Pardner beckoned "ilonte Bill"
aside, (L reckon you have heard of Monte Bill,
the hnt brace-dealer and short-card player west
of the old Mississippi), and some secret under
standing passed between tbem.
In the midst of a game Lnmley's Pardner
left his post, which was something unusual,
pacing Moute Bill on his way to the door. It
was not generally noticed, but as he passed, he
dropped a small, compact package into the
gambler's hand; then, slouching his sombrero
over his eyes, he left the hall.
Pausing in the street. Lnmlev's Pardner look
ed auxionsly down. It would have bee a dark.
J hut for the street lamps for it was full two
uours u moonnse; nut down Ut tbe wharf
shone ont the gleam of a new "signal-light,
which, poised at mast-head, glowered through
the dark like the fiery eye of a gigantic Cyclops;
the Ocean Bell was in. Ten minutes later,
pushing his way through the bustling crowd
that thronged the deck, he hurried across the
plank, and made his way straight to the cabin.
The past seemed all a dream, as he stood
again with a wildly beating heart before a once
familiar form familiar, still. thnnrh larin
I the maturcr crown of motherhood. Her face
nascven lairert&anot old, blushing with its
own wild-rose tints of loveliness, her soft eyes
shiniug np in glad expectation. Tbe broad
sjmbrero, slouched over his forehead, shaded
his features. She saw ouiy his bronzed cheeks,
and a strong, brown beard. The tremor in his
voice might have meant diflhleuce.
"Pardon me, madam, you are I Itelleve
that is to say I am Lnmley's Pardner." '
She held out a white band cordially.
"And my husband P
"Is welL I am to take you to him."
He took timidly the hand she extended, awk
wardly the little woman thought, and then let
it go.
"Give me the child."
He took the sleeping hoy in his arms, and so
burdened, piloted the way to a carriage close
beside the wharf. Putting heriuside, belaid
the child gently, almost reverently, npou her
"We'll drive round aud take up Lumley. It
is only a few minutes' ride."
One last searching glance from under the pro
tecting sombrero, and he closed the carriage
door, mounting to his place beside tho driver.
Oddly enough, Lumley had just finished a
winning game with Monte Bill, when Lnmley'
Pardner camo hnrriedly in. As ho slipped qui
etly hack to his post, "Lnmley sat eveing the
"pile" $SO0. He nut out his hand to rake It
np, pa nsed, drew it Lack, picked up tho cards,
and began to shnfiie for another stake; not that
he had forgotten his oath, or the woman and
child he loved, but a long way ahead of any
thing else was the thought that Inck hail tnrn
ed that he had only to follow it np, and win
hack all the past. Lumley's Pardner stooped
to his ear:
"You'd better throw up tho game! The lit
tle mother aud your boy aro waiting here out
side," Lumley started half rose to his feet, looked
np iuto his partner's faee, then at the cards,
then at the door, then wistfully hack npon the
cards and the gold. As with a heavy sigh he
sunk Into his seat again, Lumley's Pardner,
dashing the cards from his hand, raked up the
stakes od forced the money into Lumley's
"How long will you keep jour wife and child
waiting alone, at night, iu a strange city, le
fore the door of a gambling-house V
The thrust struck home. Like a tnau awak
ening from a dream, Lumley sprang np, crush
ed on his hat, and Hew to the door.
Once in the little woman's amis he was safe.
Lumley's Pardner kuew him well euough to be
sore of that. He never followed him, but slip
ped out of the side door, and the next day saw
him hack in camp, a trillc paler and sterner
than was his wont, hut tho clear gray eyes
danntlcssly honest aud brave.
And I reckon, to this day, Lumley never
knows how much he owes his old mate, or that
his Lulie had one true lover, whom he once
knew and appropriated to himself in the irou
of Lumley's Pardner.
lietweeu thin fingers of tbe pine
The fluid gold of sunlight sbpa.
And throagh the tamarack' gray-green fringe.
Upon the level birch leaves dnpn.
Throagh all tbe still, molt rorrnt air.
Mow trickles down the soft, warm sin-en.
And flecks the bra ncbing wol of ferns
With tender tinta of pallid green,
To reat where close to uohlrreil tmnks
The red and pnrple Urrics lie.
Where tiny jangle of tbe moss
Their tropic forests rear on bih.
Fat, fut asleep tbe wottdlaud irt.
Stirs not the tamarack's tpntot heaf
And alow tbe anbtle aanlight glides.
With noiseless step, from leaf to leaf.
And lot becomes! the fairy firiner.
The beir of richer, softer strands:
A Summer guest of sterner climes,
lie moves across tbe Tassal land.
Andlo! he cornea! the airy plince.
The joyous, sweet sontn-western breeze.
He bounds across tbe dreaming lake.
And bends toklss tfstarthsl trees.
Till all the woodland Vakea to bfe.
Tbe pheasant chirps, the chipmunks cry .
And scattered Jlake of golden light
Athwart the dark wood-spaces fly
Ab t bat a moment and away
vTbe fair, false prince haa kissed and deit .
"So more tbe wood thai feel his tonch.
No more shall know his joyous tread.
-- 1 iai si -
The publication in the I'm last Sunday of
au article on old American coins has given 'rise
to a considerable discussion among coin collect
ors, and is the cause of some bickerings aud
heart-burnings that may in tho near future
break out into verbal violence or possibly legal
complication. The intimation that there are
numerous counterfeits of the silver dollar of
leHM, and also many that have been tleverly al
tered from other dates, was received by many
holders of supposed raro coins with anything
but approval. On Monday a gentlematfcallcd
at the i'rcf office aud produced a dollar of 101,
presenting (to the un practiced eye) ctery ap-
Itearance of being genuine. He did not say
iow or where he obtained it, hut intimated he
wanted its genuineness tested. He was was di
rected to call upon J. Colviu Randall, of UW.,
Chestnut Street, tho well-known expert in
American coinage, and did so. Mr. ICandall
decided in a glance that a coin was a genuine
dollar, but that it was not of the mintage of
101. He thought that its propcrdate was 100,
and that the "4" has Iteen dextrously set in.
He pointed out that in the genuine 1804, the
star on the right of tho word "Liberty" is set
within a hair's breadth of the final letter, while
in the dollars of other years the space was
nearly the breadth of a letter. This is oue of
Ihe peculiarities of the genuine dollar, and was
dne to a mistake of the die engracr. It is
perhaH, fortunate that he mistake occurred,
since it absolutely fixes the genuineness of the
few specinens known to exist.
Ivan C. Micbels, a Russian, hut a resident of
this country since l?5fi, wrote to the IUt yes
terday, deuyiug that the coinage of the silver
dollars i u 1&04, went to pay for a cargo of tea,
and also the assertion that the Chinese coin all
foreign silver. He says theyhaeuo coinage
except the "cash" which aro cast, which aro of
base metal, round, with a square hole in the
middle. It takes 1,G00 of them to make the
equivalent of an American dollar, and the peo
ple string them on cords for convenience of car
riage. The Chinaman compares the hole in the
centre of his cash to tho world, and the metal
surroundiug it to heaven.
Mr. Micbels legeud to account for the great
scarcity of lt)4 dollars is this: On the Huh of
June, IK)1, Tripoli declared war against the
United States, hnt, as Tripoli was a long way
off, and couldn't do a great deal of damage to
this country, no very decided action was taken
for a year or two. But iu Ii-stt, the Philadel
phia, of Commodore Bain bridge's llect, a forty
four gun frigate, commanded by Captain Bain
bridge, chased a light draf essel into shallow
water, ran aground and was capture I by the
Tripoli taus. The officers were held as prisoners
of war, but the unfortunate sailors were sold
iuto slavery. In 1?04, Commodore Decatur gal
lactly recaptnred the Philadelphia, bombarded
Tripoli, and so scared the Bey, that the priso
ners and slaves were given up. In connection
with Decatur's fleet was tt laud expedition,
which had to march one thousand miles across
a sterile desert, and did it within fifty days.
Tho expenses of this expedition were defrayed
by tbe United States, but as nothing hot silver
dollars would circulate in that part of Africa,
the whole coinage of the year .1 little less than
$20,000 was devoted to the pnrpose. Possibly
some of tbe 1?04 might le found in Tripoli or
the surrounding couutry, and as their rarity
makes them worth from $1,000 to$!,U00 each,
it might pay to send out an expedition of col
lectors to gather them in. This legend is some
what different from that which attributes the
scarcity of the coins to the fact that all the
coinage 01 ih was nsed lor the payment of
the cost of a cargo of tea, and went to China.
However, it is in print in Mr. Micbels hook,
and onght to le true. Pkiladetpkia Vrt.
Thk Cheat Kr.i Spot. Astronomers are
speculating as to the meaning of the great red
spot recently seen on the surface of the planet
Jupiter. It is computed to he thirty thousand
miles loug by six or eight thousand miles wide.
The matter has been discnssnl at the various
meetings of .scientists in this country and Eu
rope, and the general impression seems to bo
that by some commotion, a portion of the at
mosphere of the planet has been temporarily
dissipated, thus showing a section of its snr
face. The opinion has loug prevailed that Jn
pi ter is as yet a huge molten mass which is
gradually cooling off, and which, iu conn tie
ages raay develop land and water, and, in
time, I if, similar to that now existing on this
globe. Speculations about the distant plan
ets are very fascinating to students of astrono
my, hnt as yet tbe facts in nnr possession are
very few. So far asdiscovered, however, while
life, as we know it, probably exists on Venns
and Mars, there is no trace of it in Jupiter, Sat
urn, and tbe other mighty planets still more
distant from the snn. Vaa&rtttfor May.
QlEF-X Victoria, who is a good match-maker,
is said to he interesting herself in the future
domestic establishment of her grandson, the
lrince of Wales' eldest son. The girl selected
to lie the future Queen or Knglaud, if she and
her husband live long enough, is Princess Clem
entine, of Saxr-Cobonrg, daughter of the King
of the Belgians, and niece of tbe unfortunate
Carlo tt a, widow of Maximilian of Mexico. She
is 13; the hoy is six years older.
EVTUT smoker should try " Little Joker."
A Dtsafreeaeeat Among Cola Collectors as ts
lis AsnhcsUirllr Tlorr Interesliaz Mlorlee
nslotbe AllesdCoaalrrrcitiageir ihe loin
A .Vw Let rnd last Accounts for lis liar
Taer.cgd of Ponee de ! T be lory ef
n vemgeoa iaair laea ana ajoa.naaisiri.
No place has a more romantic history than St.
Angustine. It is a fact that little is really
kuown of the earlier days of the place. This
uncertainty has developed the natural tenden
cy to involve such obscurity iu romance, and
the result is several pretiy stories, which are in
teresting and may he true. It is believed that
Juan Ponce de Leon, the gallant old Spanish
navigator and companion of Columbus ui the
latter da s of his eventful life, discovered the
site of the city, which was au Indian village. A
beautiful Carib maiden, Aleida, whom the gal
lant Spaniard had siezed in some of the Virgin
Islands off the coast, told De Leon of the spring
of eternal youth, and her beauty, as well as his
advancing years, caused him to make a valiant
effort to find it. Kor this purpose, as well as
that of discovery, De Leon made a permanent
settlement at St. Angustine in 15B, and laid
tho foundation of the old fort which stands just
north of the town, covered with the mould anil
dust of three centuries, and officered and gar
risoned by a veteran ordnance sergeant.
De Leon's mission, peaceful and romantic as
it was led him to make treaties with the In
dians, the friendly Sclooea and the warlike Yo
tematoes. Following the custom of European
courts, though in an humble way, he establish
ed hull-fighu at Turroville (Villa del Torro) iu
the city limits aud taught the usages -the
Lleasures of life as he understood them. Tomo
a, the chief of the Caribs the most savage of
tribes, became enamored of Aleida at one of the
games instituted by De Leon, and demanded
that he and the Spanish cavalier should tight
for her fair hand. This De Leon, who was aged
and infirm, refused to do, hut proposed a grand
combat between his soldiers and the tribe of
Tomoka. Meantime De Leon had discovered a
spring, which is still shown, just over the St.
Sebastian River, which was regarded with ven
erable superstition by the Indians. The waters,
had such effect on De Leon that he believed that
it was a fountain of youth. According to tradi
tion, au augel came every evening to drink of
the "water of life." as the Indians called it, and
the dew-drops falling from his wings gave to
the spring' continual curative and restoring
powers. A curiously wrought cup of clay,
from which tho angel drank, is still in tho pos
session of Tustenuggee (Tom Tiger Tail), whoso
sou was so drunk in the Kissimmee City saloon
tbe other day, and is regarded as the most sa
cred of relics by the Seminole. Tomoka did uot
believe iu the superstition, aud he greatly offeii
ged the Seloocs and Yotematoes by drinkingout
of and at lat sieziug the cup, which was
thought to le the. vilest sacrilege. Ponce de
Leon, angered at Tomoka's love for Aleida, aud
full of the superstition of tho time, determined
upon the destruction of that chief, aud sallied
out of the fort with his soldiery to attack him.
The two warriors met. De Leon's page threw
himself lieforc Tomoka spear nd saved De
Leon's life for the mouaut, but it was still at
the merry of the savage. Suddenly Aleida, at
tired in the dres.s of a Carib she had slain, dart
ed forward, and drawing her how, pierced To
moka to the heart, and reaching forward to
suatch the sacred enp from the head chiefs
neck, was struck by a poisoned arrow and fell
dead. The battle was decided by De Leou's
friends, the Selooes and Yotomatoes appearing
and killing every ouo of the Caribs. Tomoka's
body was buried on Anastacia Island, near the
Coquina quarries, where the the giant remains
were discovered some years ago. Aleida aud
the page were buried near the spring, and Ponce
de Leon, sorely wounded, was borne iuto tho
fort. Anoldslabof marbledngnpnearthe spring
which now bears Do Leou's name, has this in
scription iu Spanish";-"This narrow place is the
sepulchre of a hero who is iu name a lion, and
mnch mora so iu reality. Ponce de Leon."
A u not her legend, tfeat'gf the dungeon of tbe
old fort, is perhaps worCh. telling. In 15Ci, Meu
endez, who is rvmem tared as a tyrant, lecamo
the Adelantado or Governor of Florida. Dou
Manuel do Cal vedos, grand master of a holy or
der iu Spain, loved Inez de Casiro, one of the
most beantiful of the ladies of the court of Phil
ip II. of Spain. He secretly married her, though
tho act was iu violation of his vows. Ho was
condemned, hut the Queen interested herself in
the case, and the pair were mado happy by be
ing quietly exiled to Florida. As soon as his
lady love arrived, Menendes determined to jios
sess her, and offered to desert his wife, Inez in
dignantly refused his solicitations, and he con
fined her in a dungeon of the fort, hoping to sab
due ber. Time and again be went to her dun
geou, but at last iu the chapel casemate, which
is still there iu the old fort,aba finally refused
and defit-d him. The fair Inez was uow cast In
to tho deepest duugeon, a gloomy place as old
Maguire jMiiuts it out, and hoping to win the la
dy in another way, Meueudez sent Don Manuel
to her, believing that his love would cause hi in
to advise the lady to relent, iu order to escape
such a horrid duugeon. Don Miunel, however,
determined tu use tho opportunity to restore his
loved Inez to liberty. Inciting thr Indians, who
hated Meiiendez, a stroug party entered the fort
and Don Mannel, sieziug Inez in his arms, car
ried her to tho parapet, and, throwing her iu
the water iu tho moat, plunged iu and swam
with her amidst a shower of arrows to the north
side of the fort, and finally escaped to the woods.
The couple were tracked by bloodhounds, and
ou Itcing captured, were placed in two small
iron cages fonr or five feet apart, which were
chained to the walls of the inmost dungeon, and
left to die. In 1Kj, an army officer discovered
an opening ton new duugeou in the fori. He
tore away some mortar and Coqaina stone, aud
found a room twelve feet square. Pursuing hU
investigations, he discovered two iron cages
and the Iwnes of a man and woman. One of the
cages was almost destroyed by time. The oth
er, it is said, is in the Smithsonian Institute,
with the hones that were found, but this is pro
bably uot true. The story of the Lady Inez and
Don Mauucl may bd a fiction, hnt two cage s
and tbe human bones were undoubtedly disco
ercd. The dungeon in which they were found
is reached through the casemate and two dark
and dismal cells. As old Sergeant Magnire's
torch lit up the dark noisome place, the sugges
tions of the sufferings of the poor mortals who
ended their lives so horribly was overwhelming.
I'htladttpftia Prtnn.
The De Kalb Statue.
The model prepared by Mr. Kphraim Keyser,
the Baltimore sculptor, for the proposed .monu
ment to Barou De Kalb, which arrived in this
city from Rome on Tuesday, has been forwarded
to the Secretary of State. Keyser" sketch is
a most life-like aud spirited production, repre
senting the valorous leader of the Maryland and
Delaware troops at the head of his column ani
mating aud inspiring his gallant soldiers. The
fignre is instinct with life and viger. Keysets
design provides for a heroic statute of De Kalb
in hrouze, alont ten feet in height, the pedestal,
of granite, being fifteen feet high, and giving a
monumental height of twenty-five feet. This
when placed on a proper elevation, will nresent
a striking and imposing appearance. The de
sign has met the thorough approval of many
prominent Annapolitans who are interesting
themselves to have it placed in their midst.
"Titania," a bronze, by the same artist, ar
rived with the model, and is now on exhibition
at Myers A. Median. The fairy qneen is rep
resented driving her team of squirrels lull-tilt
to the tryst with Bottom. Her leet are braced
with true coachman courage on the dasher of
her car, which consists of a gracefnlly curved
arum leaf. "Puck," as groom, is poised ou the
end of the leaf, arms folded and legs cocked np,
a saucy look upon his face. The wheels of the
car sunflowers are rolling over acanthus
leaves. The composition has received very flat
tering criticisms in Rome at the handsof native
and foreign critics. DaUiwiore Jmerwm,
Searching for Pharaoh.
The Abbe Moigno has written a preface toM.
Lecointre's "Campagnede Moise paurla sortie
d'Kgypt. In which he advocates the formation
of a joint stock company, with the view of ex
ploring the bottom of the Red Sea, ami especial
ly the bitter-water lakes. In a German account
of the project it is descrilied as "one of the bold
est." It is nothing less," continues the writer,
"tliauW search the bottom of the Red Sea to
discover there tbe proof of that great event nar
rated by Moses three thousand years ago. Bur
ied in the masses of salt on the Bitter Lakes
concealed at different places by thick beds of
salt, these historical remains are perhaps in a
state of preservation unexpected by ns" The
Ahle estimates the cost of the excavations at
pU0,0u0 franks. It is next to ridiculous to sup
pose that any remnants of Pharoah's army are
to bo found at tbe bottom of the sea after the
la pes of so many ages. It reminds ns however,
of the sailor boy's return to his old mother. Nar
rating wonders he hail seen, be described a fly
ing fih, which she scouted as incredible fish
had no wings and he must not tell her any such
yarns; hut when he said that tbe ship's anchor
was raised in the Red Sea and brought nn a wa
gon wheel, she believed it at once, saying if
was nnaouittediy on irom one 01 rnaraous
The Delaware Kind or Dream. Last week
Dr. G. W. Marshall lost au acconnt book which
contained a check for $500 and all of this year's
hook practice. He thoroughly advertised for It
by posters hut could get no trace of it, and had
made np hia mind that It waa gome for good.
On Tuesday night Mrs William Marshall dream
ed that tbe book was at a certain place in tbe
house of a patient that her son had visited on
the day tbe hook was lost. She informed him of
her dream and under the impulse of the zoomeqt
a messenger was sent for the hook. Carious as
it may appear, tbe lost property was found ex
actly as it. was revealed in the dream. 3f7onf
The highest mm realized by George Eliot for
any one of her later works was $75,000, while
the lowest shj receive-.! was $40,000. Walter
Scott obtained only $3,500 for "Waverly."
The oldest grave In the Frankfort-on-the
Main Jewish cemetery dates back to 1272.
In dls wo'ful warl cant I do aa I pleaae '
Gnesa not, BrndJer, guess not.
t'an't I set right down an take mv eae,
Wid all 1 can beg an' borrer an se'iae.
My bead on my ban's, mv haa 'a on mv knees
tineas not, Brnddcr. guess not.
Won't some rich lation take pity on mo (
Gnesa not, Uradder, guess nut,
Can't I proarh de roost where d fat hen lte.
An' do it so air dat nobodyH see.
An' den git ctfwid no doe after met
Guess not, Bradder, goes not.
Ihm' yon tbak that the lazy man git fmu de gate f
Uaesa not, Broddrr, guess nt,
f be don't harry np will he be too late
An' den won't he her. In anoddcr state,
A second perbation. an' come out at lass
J fa' as good as though he had t rabbled f r
Guess not, Urudder, guess not.
Ef X don't want de debbil to aerate h on toy grave,
Goon. Brndtler, goon.
An "holler, Cnni np here, you ohljaek a knae.
Ie waited aa waited for you. honey drar :
G it np outer dar, an cam along bere.
Go on. Erndder. gn on, .
" I'se- gut a little Corner rktsr by de fire
Kf yo arn't warm enntf, yoa ran hiteb np nl-Uer.
Go on. Urudder. go on.
An I say, "Misser Debbil, I ain't mr :
Yon U werry kin' to dig. but you"ediigdes)rsigMO.
Go os ltrudder, go on.
I truss In de Lord, an he's hhin fur me;
Gratay, ilisserltebMl" dooa s'poeiljf In
4 VTUl erpologlze, and Ir-t me go free f
' , K Jess so, Brudder, jess so.
.-vCta'.froas dat aaner escape eaa I fl
tp to Jerusalem lade sky f
Jess so, Brnddcr, jesa so.
Well den, I gnesa I won't do aa I please.
An I won't res mv ban's too much on ruv knees .
As nigh aa possible ran. Ill do rlgfat ;
S I wont be afraid ob de Lord's dsvlight.
Jess so, Urudder, J-s so.
The OU Uema ! Pari ltfrkmond Where
Bairr Die J Ilia Persoaal t'barnrierics
Takiata; m Taaf After UeaiM-AOeciinc Inei
rI. A few paces hack from tho Staten Island fer
ry landing, st Port Richmond, there stands au
old-time, quaiutly-pilastertd two-story frame
building, now a hotel. It is the honso in which
Aarou Burr passed the last days of life.
The rlace was considered old when Burr re
sided there, over forty-six years ago. It was
then kept as a couutry Warding house by a
couple named Kdgertuu. both now dead. Ihe
front apartment ou the second story is the room
in which Burr died. It is now used as the hotel
parlor. It overlooks a few buildings of com
paratively recent date, the sparkliug waters of
the Kills, and the busy, shipping-thronged
wharves of the oil monopolies ou the opposite
Xew Jersey shore. It is about eighteen feet
square. The furniture aud embellishments have
been changed, hut the spot is shown where
once stood the chintz-curtained stately four
poster in which the distinguished misanthrope
passed away, with his old love letters, loose
aud In packages, scattered around him records
ol past intrigues aud triumphs, in which, mt
haps. few other men would hae found satisfac
tion at such a time. A profile steel engraving
of Burr, doubtless cut out of a biography, lianas
simply framed under the chimney shelf, to
which there was attached, until recently, the
following inscription:
lied In this ruom.
September II, law.
Few persons remain in Port Richmond who
remember Burr when a resident there. Mr. (.
W. Buell, however, a genial old inhabitant,
and considerable of an authority in tombstones
and grandfathers clocks, is one of the few
whose reminiscences of the statesmau are of in
terest. Although he came to Port Richmond
from bis native Connecticut when a mem lad,
only a short time before Burr's death, it was he
who prepared the body for the undertaker.
"Folks around here were always considerably
puzzled as to why Col. Bnrr should come to Iie
among them, said Mr. Bnell, while repairing
an antiqualed clock of coffin-like proportions,
reposing on trestles near Ins work Iwnch. "You
see, Port Richmund was nothing more than a
primitive kuot of houses, at that time. There
were only two boats from Xew York in the fore
noon aud two in the afternoon. Tin Jerfy
shore yonder was wild and desolate. Thero
were hardly any excursions down this way, as
nowadays, and we couldn't understand this
sudden seclusion on the part of a brilliant and
noted man, who had held such high positions
and made so much noise in the world. There
wore others just as much in the dark, as we. and
at first there were curious visitors who enmo
down here in shoals, mostly from Xew York.
He gave them so little encouragement, howew-r,
and was even so forbidding at times, that at
last they were content to leave him in the en
joyment of the obscurity he craved. I have
since then, by putting this and that together,
formed my own notions as to his motives for
burying himself down here. It wasn't alone
that he was a soured aud disappointed old
mau, bankrupt alike in fortune ami reputation,
though I fancy he had enough money left to
eke out his remaining days. Xo; but it was
mainly to escape the inportunities of certain
well-meaning revivalists and other ministers,
who songht to convert him. and bring him to
repentance of the sins with which it seems that
his private life had been pretty thickly sown,
that he came down here as a sort of refuge for
his declining days. The parsons iersevered,
however. They camo at first day after day, till
finally be icfused to converse with them at all,
and they gave him np as an incorrigible. Nev
ertheless, not long before Col. Bnrrs death, a
minister of this neighborhood was admitted to
an interview. It lasted a long time, though
with what result I never knew. And Burr's
landlady, on entering his room, directly after
ward, found him absorbed in his lonely but fa
Torite amusement or devotion, you might have
called it that of re-reading his old letters at
the open window, with a dreamy look in his
eyes, and a half-stuile on his thin lips.
"He had stacks and stacks of 'em, ami, ns
most of them bore his address in delicate, femi
nine handwriting, they must have been Iou
letters perhaps the record of that success in
gallantry and intrigue for which he had been so
notorious. At all eveuts, he never wearied of
conning over their passages again and again.
They were strewn around the room and 01 er the
bed at the time of his death,"
"What was Col. Burt's personal appearance!
Did he have no persoual attendant r asked the
'The ouiy attendance Col. Burr had, when
living here, was that accorded him by his land
lady, Mrs. Kdgcrtou, and her young sisters, of
whom there were three or four living with her.
Even the mysterious stranger, who fairly haunt
ed the house, aud mado interested inquiries dur
ing Col. Burr's last illness, without bciug ad
mitted to his presence, finally tumid out to
be neither relative, friend, nor acquaintance,
though, nntil then, snpposed to Is; one or the
other. But Mrs. Edgertou and the girls were
very kind to the old gentleman, and ha proba
bly never felt the want of good nursing and at
tendance. That steel engraviug yon havo seen
gives a good idea of Col. Bnrr's personal char
acteristics, thongh he was mnch older when
here than when that picture was taken. He
was an undersized, spare built old man, hut
erect and soldierly in bearing. He always
dressed with the utmost neatness, was quite the
aristocratic gentleman of the old school, and
his manners were very refined and elegant. He
cenld be singularly winning and gentle, even
with the humblest individual, when he chose.
IBs complexion was pale and parchment like.
He had a somewhat hatchet face, whose dignity
was slightly marred by a thin aquiline nose,
having a decided twist or bend to one side,
either through some accident or by natural
malformation. His eyes, despite his age for
he waa then upward of t' wer the keenest
and most magnetic I ever saw iu a man's head.
In brief, barring a melancholy, absent air, he
was! rut about as stately and elegant looking
au old gentleman ss you can imagine.
"What about the mysterioua stranger you al
luded to just now P
"Oh, well, that chap was a mystery, and his
final solution was a snrprise to every one, I can
tell you. He waa a good-looking, noncommit
tal young man, with a carpet hag, who l-gan to
come down here regularly by the last boat, and
put up at Mrs. Edgerton's every day for a fort
night or so preceding Aaron Burrs death. But
the mystery all came out, shortly after Col.
Burr's death.
"I was hired to lay ont the body; as I have
told you. It was well on ibto thn evening, and
I bail just finished my task, when there was a
knock at the door. I opened it, aud wlm do you
suppose was there J The mysterious stranger,
carpet-hag and all, with a business like air and
a satisfied grin on his face. He cast a single
glance on the dead man's face, sat down and
opened his carpet-hag. exposing its contents
appropriated the wash howl aud water pitcher,
and set to work in a nimble, matter-of-fact way,
and without asking leave of anybody. The se
cret of his loug aud patient perseverance was
then manifest. He was an artist, and had leen,
waiting all those: days and nights fur just the
opportunity that was bis at last the propitious
honr, directly after death, when a perfect plas
ter -of Paris cast of the head and feature could
he taken before tbe symptoms of decay made
them selves visihle.
''Were yon present at Col. Bon's funeral V
the reporter asked.
"Yes or at what there was of it herein Port
Richmond. It was a very simple affair. There
was a slim attendance from Xew York and New
Jersey, together with the village folks' who d
rather prided themselves on having the old gen
tleman far a neighbor wben alive. If there
were any relatives or distinguished men present,"
they weie cot pointed out to me. The services
wer reir sirnnle. The remains were taken to
Princeton, Xew Jersey, I understand, wheJ
tou duits xaiuer uau uccu a cvu-k i'w"tft
and where more pretentious funeral services
mar liar takem nlaee.
"On the day following Col. Burr's death, and
snoniy Deiore tne innerai, a loacuiug iucswu?
almost the only pathetic thing in connection
with it occnrreil. which has always lingered
tu my memory. I was still in chargoof the re
mains when among thoe who came down from
Xew York on the early boat that morning I re
marked a closely-veiled lady in black, accom
panied by a Itcantiful little girl of twelve or
fourteen. They seemed to have come unaccom
panied, and they hung hack timidly while the
other visitor were passing iuto the room for a
parting look, at the remains. Presently, how
ever, w hen she could do so unobserved, the lady
ventured to ask me if she could enter. Of
course there was no objection. When she and
her yoni.g companion beheld the dead old man,
no one else being present but myself, they both
fell to weeping and hobbing unrestrainedly, the
girl in a child's way, and the woman passionate
ly, as though her heart would break. The lat
ter, having raised her veil while giving way to
her emotion, showed the feat'iresof a still Itcan
tiful woman, cs yet on thft right side of forty.
I judged. After they had somewhat composed
themselves and while passing ont, I beam the
little girl say; We shall never see jioor papa
any more, shall nc, mamma T Hnh, hush, m
child T was tho woman's only response, in a sort
of agony, as they bnrried away together. In
piteof the obloquy that has been heaped upon
Aaron Burr's private character, I havr rver
since then always thought that there must
hate Ierii something good, or at least some
thing exceptionally fascinating, in a man who
could thus, eeu from his shroud, after a check
ered aud stormy' career of eighty years com
mand the heartfelt respect and grief of such a
refiuod woman.
Once, while being driven through a Staten
Island village, where .1 rather sorry-looking
r-quad of rustic militia was attempting some
evolutions he exclaimed aloud, with snapping
eyes and much acerbity of tone, as though ad
dressing some one at his side, although he was
alone in the coach: "Why, oue might fancy
those yokels as having just raveled off from th
fag end of one of Washington's pet brigades! I
tell you that mau's entire fame i a coloNial fic
tion ! He was never a great soldier, sir, never!
Kither I.ee or Gates was infinitely his superior,
ami I ought to know it." .Yor York Smh.
Honr ibe ISaftlr-deld or ChlekntnaNgn Ap
pears To-Oay.
Day Wfore yesterday, at sunrise, saj s the At
lanta 1'outitutiuHf Gen. Lougstrect, attended by
Mr. F. A. Burr and Capt. K. 1. Howell, reined
their horses ou the brow of a hill in Walker
It was a breezy spring morning, and tbe sun
had not jet dulled the nipping air. The vet
eran was regardless of this however, as he
gazed ou tho billowy forest that rose and fell ou
the slopes below. In tho shadow of those trees,
twenty cars ago, he had written a chapter of
history "iu bio hi. It wo the battle-field of
Click a manga.
Ibw changed in twenty jears! Then the
forest was cut with artillery iu ways that re
minded one of gashes. Hero and there were
roads don 11 which regiments had passed, the
trees crushed and prostrate, as when a levia
than forces its way through a cane brake. Xot
a fence divided field from whh1, a single saw
mill was perched on a hillside, and with two or
three small houses, accented the wildness of
the scene.
Xow all was peace aud order. Where then
was autumu,uow was spring. Where then was
storm, now was calm, fshady country roads ran
here and there through tho wilderness. The
white houses covered almost every slope. There
were barnyards, ami cattle, and hay-ricks, and
fields green or furrowed, and fish Hinds. A
school house stood when the hattlo had raged
fiercest. The mists lifted leacefully from the
tree tops, disclosing pastoral quiet and content
ment. "I.et us get on the field, gentlemen said Gen.
LongstreH, giving his horse the rein. It was a
ride of thirty-four miles but every foot of it was
full of interest. It was curious to note how the
old General recalled every spot of the great
field, Th jonng saplings, grown over the
graves of thousands of soldiers, misled tho eye,
oceaMoually, but a gljnce at the old trees, with
their maimed limbs and bullet-scarred trunks,
told plainly the eourso of tho battle. At the
houses here and there) the ieoplrt crowded out
to pay homage to the soli tier who had made
their farms historic. At tho Sn oil grass honsc,
the owner insisted on recounting the story of
"This was Gen. Thomas' headquarters, he
said. "During the battle, he walked up and
down this yard and read his dispatches Over
the lull jonder he caught sight of (J ranger's
corps coming to his auj. He couldn't make out
whether they were gray or blue, aud he was
ery anxious. They had hardly got ou the field
Iefore tho General hero let into them and cut
t beiu up like fury. It was in that clearing
thcr; that Stedmau, who was iu Granger's
corps Raid, alsmt nu hour liefore dark.
"It looked like the sun hail got tangled in the
trees, and would never go down, no matter how
hard we praytd for night.
Yes" aid Gen. lnugstreet, "I thought I
never saw a sun rush down the west so swiftly.
If I could have had two more hours of day, we
should have had Thomas whole army."
The visitors ate dinner at the Dyer house,
wheie the battle had focussed, where they sat
iu pic-nic fashion. Human blood had dyed
every inch of ground. Iu the barn yard, thou
sands of soldiers had been buried. As they sat
eating their sandwiches and eggs Gen. Long
street said:
On that crest, the last collision of the day
occurred. A !xly of Federals had made a gal
lant rally. It was then night. I threw my
men on them, and they melted away like shad
ows iuto the darkness, tleeing over this very
There was less open ground on this battle
field than iu almost any struggle of the war. It
was a fight in a wilderness. My men seemed to
catch the spirit of the thing, aud as I rode
through tho ranks they would shout, "There
gies the old hull of the woods f
(ten. Lougstrect stood the ride gallantly. He
was less tired at the end of the thirty-four miles
than either of his companions. Iu general com
ment on the battle, he said:
Gni. Bragg did not realize what a victory he
had won. He did not understand how theene
iii had leen crushed. Ktcu the next day, when
I urged him to follow up our advantage, he ad
hered to his own plan, and seemed to doubt
what his own troops had done.
Mr. Burr will write up a full history of this
battle from the story of Geu. Lougstrect. By a
misunderstanding. General Cheatham failed to
meet the party, but will write for Mr. Burr his
story of the battle. The complete narrative
wiIIIhi an interesting contribution to our war
The Eesson of Wiggins.
Man is a credulous animal. The ages of faith
embrace loug eras. Skepticism is confined to
rare ejochs, and infinences hut a small tsirtion
of the hniiian race. Hence, it is desirable that
the Wliefs of mankind should he based on the
facts of nature, and not on fictions. Oar fore
fathers believed in supernatural phenomena, in
witches, ghosts, haunted houses and the intin
enceof tho dad upcu tho living. This kind of
faith is disappearing, and the modern form of
credulity is a firm belief in anything that pass
es for science. Because the weather bureau
ascertains, by means of the telegraph and cer
tain atmospheric conditions, when a storm is
likely to visit n certain portion of the earth's
surface, a number of quacks and humbugs have
come to the surface, claiming to le able to fore
tell storms and other natural catastrophe for
months and even years Itefure they are to occur.
Hence, Wiggins, and hence, alo, a great deal
of the trash which is attributed to science, and
which is often hut the wild guesses and untest
ed theories of rnero pretenders. Of course, the
great test of science is the ability to predict.
Vhen the astronomer foretells to the fraction of
a second when an eclipse will lcgiu and end,
there can be no doubt that bespeaks with tbe
highest human authority:. The same is true of
the chemist, who. combining certain atoms, can
say what shade the reuniting combination will
take. AngusteComte, the great French philos
opher, who died le.s than a qnarterof a century
ago, did not believe we would ever know the
composition of the sun or the stars d he also
held that man would never be able tu foretell
the weather. Since hia time, however, the
spectrum analysis has revealed to us the com
position of the heavenly IssHes, which we now
find to be the same as that of this earth, while
meteorology is fast becoming a science npon
which to base predictions. But tbe great mass
of people now go to thr other extreme, and are
willing to believe in the Wtgginses and Yen
nors, who are simply pretentious humbugs.
The real scientist is modest, and when he pre
dicts, gives his reasons and even then Is care
ful in drawing inferences from undisputed facts;
hut such men as Wiggins boastfully prognosti
cate without giving auy data for their vaticina
tions aud they are always wrong. The grow
ing faith in science will, however, tempt many
false prophets to delude and frighten the world
with their malign forecasts. DemomC Joafify.
In the historical collection of Henry T.
Drowne, of Xew York, there are one hundred
portrait engravings of French officers of the
Revolutionary army who became members of
the Society of the Cincinnati. Mr. Drowne Is
also In possession of the original billets by
which the French officers were assigned fifteen
different houses In Providence and Xewport.
One of these billets bears tbe marks of the pins
by which it was attached tu the wall In Co ant
Rochambeaa's headquarters.
The postal cards are made at Hclroke. Mass..
by forty tneu, who turn oat about a million
dally. They have diminished the consumption
of writing paper by from 12,000,000 to $13,000,
000 a year. Acs? York 5.
The oldest people in Xew York City are of
man nino.
r rav BTurrsTtan.
'Thehbdyofjuhu Howard Favor, author of -Koine,
Sweet Home," was brought from "TuaU and re-buried in
Georgetown. March 1W. thnsi-h thr htx-rality of W. W.
Corroras, of Washington.
At last tbe lung neglected one!
At but tho land that gave him birth
Kafokts hist in ber robe of earth.
His ocean journey done.
At last tbe senseless dost 1 draws
Long lain beneath Tunisian sands.
rom crypts in those far alien lands.
That early meet the dawn.
And here 1 lay the sacred frame.
And mark the epot where rests tbe head
Of him who, dying. Is not dead.
While rings the trump of Fame.
The brain that framed tbe lay Is nanght
The voice that snake is heard no mot:
Vet n "isd throats and voices pour
Tbe imple song they taught.
AM Untie, trembling o'er the strings.
Fata forth ber fullest (toM of sound,
TilVsonbi to raptured height unworn!,
Kir fsr from earthly thing.
And upward Boot, in vague destre
To feel and reach a higher height.
Where, atreaatinc Inward, springs to light
A tourh of Heavenly are.
lie had his more than happy time.
This roet- Sorely he who aings
A song whoso homely cadence rings
la. avrty sphere and clime,
I great yea, greater far than he
Who wastes a land with sword ami war.
And sea tiers wild alarms afar.
- With woe by land and sea.
r that one, perched abTe the throng.
To shape a mighty natssa'a fate.
A part of all the hollow state
Where pomp and show belong.
They fsD, and Memory, moving un.
Makes no long halt shore their names .
Like learea that fly. or dying flames.
They perish, and are gone.
Rut be, by eafierbig taught so mnch.
Upon tbe chorda a finger bud.
And every heart resptsuuTe made
An answer to his tonrn.
Till each had made the lay his u n,
And of the thought became a pait .
for what is grown about tbe heart
Outlives the grsTen stone.
And down the ages, sounding lung.
Shall troubled hmrts from sorrow rise.
And sing, with blurred and misty eyes,
Tbe sweetness of his song.
Let Fame apeak from her loftiest dme
Ltttilorr weave her richest wreath! '
For he woo homeless mt beneath.
At last has found a home.
And honored ho the kindly mind,
fast in a wide philanthropy.
That reached beyond the restless sra.
Ami moved tbe far drsign.
All praise be to tbe liberal u st
That swept away a public wrng.
A nil brought the bard, forsaken long.
Ami laid him bere to rent.
.TIectiaa; Kale Chose at CJevclondans Falling
la Lave al First Might.
Clkvelasp, May li
''Did you know that it was in town that Kate
Chase and Governor Spraguc first met!" asked
Colonel Dick Parsons, toying idly with an atter
diuner cigar, as we sat to-day in the cosy libra
ry of his home on Prospect street. Yes, sir, I
introduced tbem my self, and they fell in love
with each other right off. It was the timeuf
the unveiling of the Perry Monument, down iu
the Park, early in the war. Governor Chase,
and his family alwaysstojiped at my house when
in Cleveland, and Katei vias visiting us then.
Ovtr there, pointing ton leather-covered easy
chair iu the corner, is where Governor Chase
used to sit. In the same chair and on tho same
spot, and tbe room overhead he used to occupy.
We have always called it the Governor's room.
It was in that chair that he decided to accent
the Chief Justiceship. He rame here one night
and we talked it all over, the reasons for and
against his acceptance. 1 thought ho ought to
take it. We sat up late, but before he went to lied
his decision was reached, and the next day in
this room ho wrote his acceptance. Garfield
came here the second day after bis nomination.
He sat in the Governor's chair fur an hour or
two talking about thr nomination aud feeling
pretty blue that day. Then he opened his mail
and auawered a lot of dispatches from that
"About Kate Chase f Ob, yes. Well, tbe
Perry ceremonies lasted over several days, end
ing with a hall at thcKeiinanlHousr. Sly wife
and Kate and I drove down in my carriage.
We bad hardly entered the hall when we met
8pragnc. I picsented him to the ladies, lje
and Kate weut off together, and for the rest of
tbe evening whenever we saw one of them ae
were pretty sure to see the other. It was a case
of mutual ami instant infatuation, and no won
der. Khode Island had sent a deputation to
share in the celebration because Parsons of my
family, by the way, and who was Perry's right
hand man in the tight on the lake was a Khode
Ialader. Spragns was attended by his full stafT
and a Governor's guard of about a hundred,
with a tine band of music. Thev made a core-
eoug display and stunning impression. He was
tne only man 111 biacic cioincs in ine wnoie
party, and Wing young aud handsome aud
splendidly surrounded, he seemed exactly suited
to KateVbrilliancy and beauty, for she was not
only the most brilliant girl, but the most bril
liant woman I ever met. Her vivacious man
ner an graceful figure, clear complexion, chest
nut hair and expressive eyes commanded every
one's admiration. So was it a wonder they took
to each other? I remember very well how,
when it was getting late that night and we
wanted to go home, Kate came over tons with
Sprague and persuaded ns to stay longer. I lie
Iieve the celebration ended with the ball. I
can't remember whether Sprague called here be
fore he left for home, but In any event Im went
to Washington the next winter. Kate was liv
ing there. They met again, and within a year
ot their introduction were married. I believe
that nieaunhile Hprague became interested in a
widow, who afterwards married here and lived
iu the big house on Kuclid avenue, now owned
by the Union Club. Hut wben Sprague aud
Kate met again, the old tlamo waa fanned; he
forgot tbe widow, and a wcddingsooti followed.
They came here on their bridal trip, aud of
course had tb 'Governor's room.'
I don't know much of the early period of
their married life, because soon after the wed
ding I went as con ml to II10 Janeiro, and didn't
bear about them, but some tears before publici
ty was giveu to their relations, Kate's friends
knew that it had been a lusty aud mistaken
marriage. Sprague dissipated habits, howev
er varied, were not all that made them unhappy.
The truth was, they were uot of eon genial tern
permeut or disposition. As far haekas liCor
1H7D Kate informed me that their relations hail
been of the moat distant character, and long be
fore that they bad ceased to i attractive to
each other. It was sad, indeed, that one so well
fitted to make home, a paradise should have
found it a purgatory, and while all her friends
deplored the misfortune, it was hut natural that
she should have been gratified when at last the
certainty appeared of ber release from a mis
mated alliance. The mistake was discovered
and the end foreshadowed loug Ieforr Conkling
appeared upon the scene in any capacity. for.
of tie 77 wr.
The Sparrow and the Bourbon.
The Louisville CoMrUr-Jorit prints the fol
lowing, sltowing why the sparrow mnst go:
f Steals wheat.
tats iiv noui.
Makes too mnch noise.
Picks off blossoms.
The Sparrow, -j Eats early lsttnce.
lmvcs oa aseiai oirus,
IHsfignrss buildiofs,
lie foals gutters.
I Can't aing.
There is unother bird, bigger and sharper of
Wak and keener and deeper of appetite than the
sparrow, that lores to build its eyry In Wash
ington, and Is emphatically a bird of prey. In
the days before 100 It has been known to prey
on pap pap U its favorite prey for very many
consecutive years, and then. like an exaggerated
Oliver Twist, to fetch a wild scream for more.
The bird is pretty old now, bnt its beak has but
increased in strength and reach with the flight
of time, while Its spetite is as bottomless and
multitudinooasjof yore. Once every four yean
during the laat quarter of a century this bird
has gone by the name of The-Dead-Coek-In-The-Pit,
hot in works devoted to political ornithol
ogy It Is called The Bourbon. Those that hare
studied its habits closely state that it yearns to
rebuild its eyry at Washington, and will make a
desperate effort to that end next year. But the
American people are understood to have mode
np their minds that just as certain as tbe spar
row must co this mischievous old hint mnst not
return. The people say that
( Lores abstract parity,
nates concrete reiorm,
Uefottla its own platforms.
Straddles ou the tariff.
Coddles financial cranks.
Condones crooked cyphering.
Sanctions repudiation,
Defranda ballot boxes.
The Bourbon
I at altea too math nolae.
Arte -lore Xnowae.
A PitiLADEXriUA tenor took a place In a
church eboirmrderhisown name, ana in a negro
minstrel company at the same time under an as
sumed one. Bat tbe doable salary did not last
long, for persons from tho church recognized
him throagh tb bo nit cork at tbe show, and he
was excluded from the choir gallery. What
were the church people doing at a minstrel
Gextutal NATHsxirx Crezxe has a monu
ment In Savannah, Gs, but strange to say, there
Is nothing on the shaft .to fell in whose honor it
was erected.
"s'a. I. los Angeles.
Since our arrival at Los Angeles, we had lteen
fairly surfeited with climate and oniiges, th
two great attractions of Southern California.
To br sure, we hail not, accord in to the An
geienos, seen this climate iu its highest state of
perfection; for, as every traveller i:i this de
lightful State knows, they have inor nnun
al weather than anywhere else on the fare of
the globe. Is it foggy, chilly, and bleak, with
the wind seurrviug aronnd the corners the in
habitants atsurc von that it isa most nuiisual
day. Is it so oppressively warm, that you sigh
fur the breezes that yesterday yon anathema
tized, again Jim are answered that ttisiuod
uuusnal to have such weather in March. In
'fact, it is a rarity to find any CalifoniMii wll
ling to acknowledge that anything in his State!
especially tho climate is short of perfection
Aud when von point out the fact, with the inoxt
damaging proofs he calmly remarks, o, well
this is very nnnsnal."
We luve fairly revelled in oranges. Our lirsr
visit to an orangr grove was fit Wolfskills just
ont of !.o Angeles wher there are ouo bun
drvd and twenty acres, rovrrrd with orange
trees their strong, clean branches Waring :t
burden of thousands of golden or!, and shov
ing among the green leaves any tiiimtity of
dainty, white bmls and a few opened Miks-huu.
enough to attract thr ltees ami till the air with
their btmey-sweet fragrance. Thr long rows of
trees extending as far as the cyr can see, and
the glowing suu above, give a depth of, liht
aud shade like thr heart of a pine forest on a
summer day.
But what fun it was to us poor Northerners
who had only eaten "store oranges to accept
the invitation of the manager to help jour
selves. How we did pluck and eat, irrevect
Ive of nutuWr, taking twit or three deep drinks
of the delicious juice, and then thru aing tho
exhausted fruit away, perform thr miiia open
tion on another and another.
After tarrying long iu the orange groves, gaz
iug with astouishment at the cactus hedgr,
walking through Scnora towu, tbe original
Pueblo of Is Angeles but now inhabited only
by Mexicans and Chinese, aud enjoy iug various
sorts of very unusual weather, we began to sigh
for new scenes to explore. St the chape rone,
who is a zealous autiiiiiari.ni, announced that
our next visit would bo tit the old Mission
church, the curious old edifice dedicated to "La
Eetfa tie Lot .Imc'ci."
situated in the midst of thr low. ditigv ado1o
huts which formed the "Id Mexican towu, tbe
church presents tpiitr an imposing ap'K'arance,
as it is a massivr adioV structure, ami his n
ipiaint lelbloner, and iiaio walls though
the latter air clumsy in outline. Over the front
entrance of the church is thr inscription,
jiUaht .Vji c tot .iHjjtlf" and "Iherrbv
hangs a tale. The church is ipnte uileru,
having I wen built o lately as I J: and when
thr padre in charge of the mission appealed for
aid to thr rich Spaniards of his ll wk. lie was
met by the response that they must Ih e.v'uvd
The dry rasoii had left them ton poor to par
anything for the church. Nothing d-miitcd,
the goo I ptdre appealed to the iMsir of the
flock, saving t them, we who an "mor will
build a church for thrM unfortunate rich i:i i
Aud the mites poured in from eviiy tpiarter
until sufficient fuiidswerv collected to build the
church. Asa ichuke to thr rich uu-1, who IkhI
failed thr church in its hour of nerd, upon the
front of thr edifice was inscribed. "Is jstorr a
la 'ryna de ton Ample" (erected by the poor t"
thr lady of thr angels.)
After several years had pavssl by. the rich
men atoned for their stingiress by iHn.uiee and
alms and then thr second word wa changed to
ff, (faithful,) which stands iiu.iltrred to this
day. So runs the legend, and one can not help
admiring thr spirit of thr padre in rebuking tho
rich Spaniards.
Kntering tho church, vvc find deepreeessnl
windows casting dim light 011 the rows of low
seats lielov. A broad ahh leads up to tho
main altar, and another and shorter our crosses
it, making thr floor of thr church 111 tlm form
of a cns.
fourteen very ordinary chtomos hang on thr
walN, representing thr stations of the eras.,
and near thr entrance. In n niche, hih upon thr
'wall, stands a wooden jinaije of St. lunula .
carved in Spam, and originally tjipte) imposing,
but showing very plainly thretfertsof Imir and
dust. At the eastern ulrariat,a painting of
Santa Viviana, a martyr of the first century,
whose hones, tradition says, are stilt in thr pos
sioii of this church.
Over the western altar hangs an old pirture,
representing 'Our Lady of Guadalupe, and
under it, in a glass case, sits a smiling doll,
elalwratrly ilrrWI1Miie, satin, whlrhcjlled
forth a great deal "uCadmiratiou audeVunder
from the children, wfT?yhad previntiaty voted
old churches very much of 1t1in.
In this same western altaV vyirseovered an
other picture, high np on tlir-wanLHi a dingy
fraHie, whieh represented a an evt -faced woman
caressing the lambs that lifted their lie.nU tit
her; while the air Is full of heaveulTchernbs.
Thr history of this picture is lost. Tradition
savs it was brought from Spain with a collec
tion of p'aintiugs; but its evident age aud sti
periority to thr other pictures make it more iu
teresting, and there Is no harm In imagining it
the work of a master, as there is no ono who
knows tit the contrary.
Supposing wr had seen all that was interest
ing in thr church, wr. went out into the sun
shiny garden, lietweeu it and the priest's housr
Here we met the padrr who has charge of tho
mission, looking tiuite schotaily iu his long
black robes aud black velvet cap, shaped like a
tiara. He and the chaiierono were soon in an
animated discussion over the antiquities of tho
place, while the rest of us stood around us iu
terestrd listeners; even the children iMwdpnnlng
the questions they had longed to ask till wr
should have left the place.
Presently and unwarily, the priest remarked,
"We have somr curious old paintings, done by
the Indians after their own ideas, and with
their own paints, but they are in a very Inac
cessible spot, where I have never lieeii myself. H
Unhappy nun ! Vain were his declarations,
with many shrugs aud gestures that the ladies
could not possibly go up on tho loft where they
were kept. He did not understand th fein
initio minds when on exploration hcnL And
from the chaperone to thr infants all were re
solved to see those, pictures r erish in the at
"Tho laddrr is not safe.
"We'll risk it."
"It is so horribly dusty; and at that remark
he looked triumphant, evidently thinking h
had touched a tensitive chord; but w scorned
the idea of being deterred from our imrpose by
dirt ; and at last the priest gave up tun unequal
contest, and left ns with a shrug, which wr
were undecided whether to call assent or dirt
gust, but he solved our doubts by reap ;Ka ring,
leanug a ponderous hiim-h of krys. Saying
only "comet on, then,' he walked into tho
church, and, after bowing low before; tho altar,
he disappeared through a heavj grated door 111
thuside of the church, ami wr all followed.
Another dcor is unlocked, and in the corner of
a small, dusty room, we discovered a ladder,
gray with dnt, ami, as thr priest steps npon it,
very shaky iu its foundation. Hr begun tbr
ascent, with a grin, "Don't blame me. ladies, if
yon break yonr necks," and asstring him that
we shall hold him guiltless m that lamentable)
rase, we follow him up tho shaky ladder, and
into a small, dark room, wlurre nrrr every move
uieut dislodges a cloud of dust.
In the comer of this little room lay what
looked like a quantity of rubbish; but our
guide informed ns that in that pile lay the pic
ture we hail wished to see. He lifted the first
and stood it agaiiut the railing, hut it was so
covered with tbe dust "f Z that the colon
and figures were almost invisible. Our guidn
hesitated a moment, and then bravely lifted thr
skirt of his long, black robe, and dusting thr
picture well, he turned it to our view, with an
a 111 nsed, "well, well, well.
And indeed it was lioth interesting and amus
ing. The pictures fourteen Iu tiumlwr, repre
sented the fourteen station of the Via Dolorosa,
and were painted by tliff Indians Itelonging to
the missson station at San Kernand, at least a
hundred years ago.
They had prepared their own paint, and Um
colors were sluzularly bright, seeming scarcely
faded at all. The faces were Indian, hard and
stolid, excepting that of Christ, whieh had evi
dently been copied from tho pictures tho priests
had brought with them. The costumes were a
strange mixture of Spanish and Indian, no traer
of Jew or I toman bring visible.
In the one representing Mary holding the dead
Christ In ber arms his figure was scarcely hslf
as large as hem. It almost seemed as if they
did not wish to harden her with the weight of
a full-grown man.
Some of them were too dilapidated to be seen
very clearly, bat tbe priest said be would have
them mended. We begged him not to hare any
modem painter "restore them, as that would
spoil all their attractiveness. .V. 1" Gbmrrtr,
Advantages of the Mississippi.
Jefferson Davis's estate of 00 acres, at Bean
voir,Miss.,ls now mainly devoted to grapes and
oranges. He told a recent caller that the neigh
borhood was iMiusl to anything in Florida in
natural advantages for winter resort. He men
tioned several points on Mississippi sound as af
fording rare chances for capitalists to mako
money hv erecting hotels. "They get the
bene tit ot the south-west winds, that almost
continuously float over the water, he said,
"and hack of them are thousands of acres of nine
forests, tbe odors from which are strengthen
ing to weak lungs. The- nshmg-ts excellent,
the bayous swarm with geese, dock, and brant,
and the forests would yield to the sportsman's
skill plenty of turkey, quail and fleer. Mr.
Davis thinks that, considering the circumstan
ce, Mississippi is doing very well la the way
of progress. She produces more cotton than
any other State, she has cotton and other mills
employing about 10,000 hands and $7,000,000
in capital, her free schools number about 0,000,
and in every way she is getting wide-awake,
AVw York Sun.
' 1
s 81
-j j miaiiiajA.'

xml | txt