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[Continued from third page.] So I released him, and then demanded to know the object of the conspiracy. “To take the fort to-night,” said he doggedly, and sobbing. “Have I got all the chiefs of the con spiracy?” £ “No. You’ve got all except those that are to meet at 166.” * f “What does ‘Remember XXXX’ mean?” No reply. “What is the password to'Nqj. 166?” No reply. “What do those bunches of letters mean? Answer, or von will catch it again.” “I never will answer. I will die first, Now t , do what you please.” “Think what you are saying, Wicklow. Is it final?” He answered- steadily, and without a quiver in his voice : “It is final. As sure 'as 1 love ray wronged country and hate everything this northern sun shines on, I will die before I will reveal those things.” I triced him up by the thumbs again. When the agony was full upon him, it was heart-breaking to hear the poor thing’s shrieks —but we got nothing else out of him. To every question he screamed the same reply : “I can die, and I will die, but I will never tell.” Weir, we had to give it up. W e were convinced that he certainly would die rather than confess. So we took" him down and imprisoned him under strict guard. Then for some hours we busied our selves with sending telegrams to the war department, and with making prepara tions.for a dggcent upon No. 166. It was stirring times, that black and bit ter night. Tilings-.had leaked out, and the whole garrison was on the alert. The j sentinels were trebled, and nobody could : move, outside or in,without being brought to a stand with a musket leveled at his head. I determined to be at No. I*>6 in good season, capture and gag B, 8., and be on hand for the rest when they arrived. At abolit a quarter past 1 in the morning 1 crept out of the fortress with half a dozen dwart and gamy l'. S. regulars at my eels, and the boy Wicklow, with his ha ds tied behind him. I told him We were going to No. 166, and that if I found that he had lied again and was misleading us, he would have to show us the right place or sutler the conse . . quences. We approached the tavern stealthily and reconnoitered. A light was burning in the small bar room, the rest of the house was dark. I tried the front door : it yielded, and we softly entered, closing the door behind us. Then we removed our choes, and 1 lead the way to the bar room. The German landlord sat there, as ;p in his chair. I woke him gently, k , tbld him to take off his boots and I twede us,= warning him at the same time to utter no sound. lie obeyed with out a murmur, but evidently be was badly frightened. I ordered him to lead the way to 166. We ascended two or three fiightsof stairs as softly as a file of cats ; and then, having arrived near the farther end of a long hall, we came to a door, through the glazed transom oi which we could discern the glow of a dim light from within. The landlord felt for me in and whispered me that that was 166. I tried the door—it was locked on the inside. 1 whispered an order to one of my biggest soldiers; we set our ample shoulders to the door, and with one we burst it from its hinges. I caught a half glimpse of a figure in a bed —saw its head dart toward the candle: out went the light, and we were in pitch darkness. With one big bound 1 lit on that bed and pinned its occupant,down with my knees. My pris oner struggled fiercely, but I got a grip on his throat with my left; hand, and that was a good assistance : to my knees in holding him down. Then straightway I snatched out my revolver, cocked it, and laid the cold barrel warningly against his cheek. “Now somebody strike a light.” said I. “I’ve got him safe.” It was done. The flame of the match burst up. looked at my captive, and. by George, it was a young woman. I let go and got off the bed feeling pretty sheepish. Everybody stared stu pidly at his neighbor. Nobody had any wit or sense left, so sudden and over whelming bad been the surprise. The young woman began to cry, and covered her'face with the sheet. The landlord said, meekly : JfMy daughter, she has been doing something that is not right, nicht wahr?” R"Yo\\r daughter? Is she your daugh- JR -‘Oh, yes, she is my daughter. She is «ust to-night come home from Cincinnati Wn little bit sick.” “Confound it, that boy has lied again, l Thfe is not the right 166; this is not B. f B. Now, Wicklow, you will find the cor- | 1 /-•■’■ : ia\ rect 166 for us, or—hello ! where is that boy?” - i Gone, as sure as guns. And, what is more, we failed to find a trace of him. I finally put my men in a vacant room across the hall from 166, and told them to capture anybody that approached the girl’s room, and to keep the landlord with them and under strict watch until further orders. Then I hurried back to the for to see if all was right there yet. About noon next day came tidings of my missing boy. He had been seen on the road tramping westward, some eight miles out at 6in the morning. I started a cavalry lieutenant and a private on his track at once. They came in sight of him twenty miles out. He had climbed a fence and was wearily dragging himself toward a large old-fashioned mansion in the edge of a village. They rode through a bit of woods, made a detour, and closed up on the house from the opposite side , then dismounted and went into the kitchen. Nobody there. They slipped into the next room, which was also unoccupied , the door from that room into the front or sitting room was open, lhev were about to step through it when they heard a low voice; it was somebody praying. So they halted reverently, and the lieu tenant put his head in and saw an old man and an old woman kneeling in a cor ner of that sitting room. It was the old man that was praying, and just as he was finishing his player the Wicklow hoy opened the door ah-d stepped in. Both of those old people sprung at him and smothered him with embraces, shout-, in" : “Our hoy! our darling! God be praised.' The lost is found !” Well, sir, what do you think? That young imp was born and reared on that homestead, and had never been five miles away from it in all his life, till the fort night before, when lie loafed into my quarters and gulled me with thatmaudlin yarn of his. It's true as gospel. That old man was his father —a learned old retired clergyman : and that old lady was liis mother. Let me throw in a word or two of ex planation concerning that boy and his performances. It turned out that he was a ravenous devourer of dime novels and sensational story papers ; therefore, dark mysterious and gaudy heroisms were just in his line. Then lie had read news paper reports of the stealthy goings and comings of rebel spies in our midst, and of their lurid purposes and their two or three startling achievements, till his im agination was all aflame on that subject. His constant comrade for. some months had been a Yankee youth of much tongue and lively fancy, who had served for a couple of years as “mud clerk on certain packet boats on the Mississippi hence his easy facility in handling the names and other details pertaining to the region. But he made trouble enough for us— and just no end of humiliation. You see on account of him we had fifteen or twenty people under arrest and confine- j ment in the fort, with sentinels before j their doors. A lot of the captives were j soldiers and such, and to them T didn t ; have to apologize : but the rest were first-! class citizens from all over the country, and no amount of apologies was sufficient to satisfy them. And those two ladies, one was an Ohio congressman s wife, and j the other a western bishop’s sister, well, the scorn ajkl angry tears they poured out on me made up a keepsake that was likely te make me remember them for a considerable time. That old lame gen tleman w r asa college president from Phil adelphia, and Wicklow had stood there in my quarters and described him as a counterfeiter, nigger trader, horse thief and fire bug from the most notorious ras cal nest in Galveston. And the war department! But, omy soul, let’s draw the curtain over that part. L.nck. The Utica Observer says that since Weed became entangled in a poker game and lost $120,000, down the Hudson river recently, all of the old players have been showing their hands and making open confessions of their sins. An Ogdensburg sport remarked the other day: “Speaking of that big game of poker remiuds me of a little job, which did not work, some of us fellows put up on a man from Canton. He used to come out here every little while and get drunk. He had money, and was ready to play at such times. One of the boys fixed the cards so as to give him three queens and a pair of nines. He gave one of the other boys four jacks. The old man was so drunk that he did not notice the pair, and drew two more cards, and, as fuck would have it, got the other queen. The boys thought they knew how matters stood, and began to bet. The old man had the most money, and raised the bet of the man who held the four jacks time. The latter, sure of the game, borrowed all the money the other fellows had and put it up. Finally the old man called him and showed up the tour queens. You just bet there was a demoralized crowd. The old man scooped in the cash, and that game was neaer tried on again ” THE LABOR ENQUIRER. STRAY CLIPPINGS. A non union printer committed suicide in Chicago the other day by taking a dose of “Rough on Rats,” and the compound did not belie its name. I have no objeckshun to a man parting his hair in the middle, but I shall alwuzz insist upon his finishing up the job by wearing a gown and pettikoat.—Tosh Billings. All the honesty in the world ain’t lawful tender on the streets for a loaf ov bread, but let the man go out and pla a smart game ov three kard monte, and he can make an inkum at it. —Josh Billings. The landlady said, “I have changed my cook There was no surprise in the boarder’s look. “I know, for her hair was black,” he said, “And the hairs in the butter to-night are red.” “No man shall ever kiss me except my future husband,” she said as she was about leaving the gate. “Suppose I agree to be your future ” “Why, then, I’ll kiss you,” she replied eagerly, and she did. Her mother was informed that he had proposed, and the old lady called around next day to settle matters, and before he knew it he was eternally hooked. It was a mean advantage, but a bird ip the hand is worth two on the front gate. A Maine lumberman, who sat in the gal lery at a hall, and saw the ladies in short sleeves, turned to his daughter and said, “Kalie, I don’t see any good muscle in the whole room.” An exchange says that man is very much like an egg. Yes, poor man, he carries his yolk around with him, and has to shell out every time his housekeeper gives him a rap on the head. He appeared to be almost, gone. Rolling his eyes towards the partner of bis bosom, he gasped: “Bury me‘neath the weeping wil low, and plant a single white rose above my head.” “Oh, it’s no use,” she snapped out. “Your note would scorch the roots.” He &ot well. J A pretty and stylish young lady called in a store the other day and asked to be shown some lavender kids. She was shown a va riety of shades; but, uaable to choose fiom so many different color, she asked : “ Wl|ich of these pairs are the lavenderest ?” “Mamma,” said a precious youngster qt a tea table the other evening, after a long and yearning gaze toward a pi te of d- ughnuts, “do you think i could stand another of those fried holes ?” An Irishman who stood near the third base watching a game of base ball, was knocked down by a foul ball, as he heard the umpire call it. “A fowl, was it ? Faith, I thought it j was a muie.” When a young raaD attains the age of 26 years and still calls his father and mother “pa” and “ma.” it’s about time some good, honest, manly man married him and took him away from his parents. The reason that an urchin gave for being late at school was tnat a boy in the next house was going to have a dressing gown with a bed cord, and he waited to hear him howl. An old lady on a train not far from Lafay ette, hearing the brakemau sing oat, “Eu bank’s Cat,” sallied to the door and asked, "Is he hurt much '?" Mrs. Smith says her husband is like a tal low candle, because he always will smoke when he is going out. An Audacious Attempt. An attemps at assassination occurred at the | Hotel des Estrangers, No. 9 Rue Vivienne, I in Paris, recently, which for cool audacity is so far ahead of anytniag we have heard ot in that particular fine, that we print the par ticulars as they were cabled to this country : One Delalin, apparently a Belgian or Hol lander, age about 25 years, took a room in the hotel in the latter part of March. Nothing particular was noticeable in his conduct, ex cept that he left the hotel at an early hour every morning and did not return until after midnight. One morning a letter carrier, named Dartaud, 'called with a registered letter for Delalin, and on being shown to his room delivered it, receiving therefor his sig nature, as is castomary. Turning then to go out, as Delalin was apparently reading his let.er, he was stopped by the latter suddenly crying out: “Not that door!” There were two doors to the room, and the letter carrier naturally halted for a moment, supposing he had chosen the wrong means of exit. At once the assassin sprung upon him, and rapidly dealt him five blows with a poinard on the head and neck, under which Dartaud was almost beaten to the floor. He managed, however, to escape from the room down the stairs, and rushed, covered with blood, into the office of the hotel and gave the alarm. Delalin in the meantime made his escape, but was followed into the street, where a crowd soon joined the pursuit, crying—“ Stop the assassin !” and thus attracting the atten tion of the passersby. Hunted to the death, Delalin ran until out of breath, when he turned on his pursuers and discharged one barrel of a revolver at the nearest—for tunately without effect. This could only de lay his capture for a few moments, and pres ently perceiving this he placed the revolver to his own temple and fired, giving himself a mortal wound. The injured letter carrier recovered. The object of the attack was to objain possession of the registered letters which he was con veying to their destination —the one addressed to Delalin being alterward proven to have been written by himself. THE TRADES ASSEMBLY f ' / } \ ' ' '"} T. : ; ' £ DOCKENDORF St BECKEfc, Prop ■>. No. 10 Pierpont Street, Dr * We would respectfully call the attention of the public to 4r- f * Union men; and as we have lately opened a new and neat laboring classes especially to give us a trial. Goods ordered will be delivered te any part of the city. THE DEN ’’ft T Ruler Stamp W 370 LARIMEF CARTER 4 fIPP. 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