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CHAPTER XX.
When the court was called on the fol
low I off morn i tig, the rush for the scene
of trial wm simply indeaeritaM. Hu
manity is always ou the alert to gratify
ita prurience or solve a mystery. The
story bad gone abroad that my httsbaud
had been accused of murderioK a courte
san, under very questionable circa in -stances,
which promised very naughty
developments iu detail a the trial
should proceed, and this was enough to
arouse the morbid eagerness of every
unkempt raqucro, greaser, white man,
or negro within a radius of a hundred
miles.
Naturally, my husband was a gentle
man in feeling, and' bad been made
more thoroughly so by genteel bringing
np. Wben be was not iu his enps, he
shrank from anything like coarse or in
delicate conversation with as ruoch in
tuitive reserve as a woman might. And
now that he had been sober for mouths,
and had had time to recover much of
his native delicacy, I knew that he
would chafe under the dread ordeal be
fore him with infinitely greater gutter
ing than though be had not beeu guilty
of much which he would gladly have
forgotten.
There is no scourge like the whip of
eouscience with which to lash the
guilty sinner. A Bunyau could lan
guish in prison in the enjoy tnentf the
fullest serenity of soul, because he knew
himself guiltless of offence toward God
and man. A Servetus could burn at the
stake with dignity and fortitude, for be
was not ashamed of the truth for which
he was condemned to death; bat my
poor husband bad none of the martyr
feeling to sustain him. He deserved
humiliation and disgrace, and he felt
the situation far more keenly than
though he ha.) been .guilty of actually
murdering a fellow-man iu the beat of
passion.
The eoonxel for the prosecution was
an assiduous applicaut for glory as a
State's attorney. To add to hi ardor,
there was very soon to be a new State
election, iu which be looked to receive
the full vote of his party for another
official term; and what, to him, was a
hitman life, wbeu weighed in the scale
against his personal ambition T
The first witness that appeared upon
the scene was a polieemau, who had
boarded with me for months at the
A&ara Houe. He was a fine-looking
man, with kindly visage aud excessive
urbanity, and I could plainly see that
for my sake he was disponed to favor the
prisoner, even while I could not help
understanding that also for my s-ake be
would feel better satisfied if my hus
band were placed, by law, beyoud Uie
reach of opportunity to briug me fur
ther trouble.
The testimony of this witness was
brief aud to the point. lie had known
the missing woman well; had last seen
Iter at the gambling den in company
with the prisoner at the bar; had no
ticed that she had won the heavy stakes
the prisoner had played, aud had re
marked that be was very much excited
over the result of the game; had seeu
the two leave the dive in each other's
company; had seen them approach the
lodgiug-bouse, where the deceased was
known to reside; had heard angry words
on the part of the prisoner, and gleeful
defiance on the part of bis gay compan
ion, but had been called away by a street
brawl in another direction, and did not
see the prisoner strike deceased.
The next wituvee, also a polieemau,
had been attracted to the door-step
where the missing woman had last been
seen by the cry of murder; hut when he
reached the got the deceased was no
where to be seen, though the prisoner at
the bar was still staudiug on the door
step. He did not arrest the prisoner,
because no one. bad indicated that be
was the culprit.
Neither witness had seen the prisoner
strike deceased. Thus far it seemed
that there was indeed little ground upon
which to base an action. How the
grand jury could have found a true bill
upon t-uch meager testimony was not
dear.
Then the counsel for prosecution asked
for further time. Some of bis most im
portant witnesses had yet to come from
Calaveras, be said, aud it was necessary.
in order to subserve tbe ends and aims 1
of justice, that further time be given.
The Court graciously granted a recess
till one o'clock.
"Now, Judge Downy, tell me why I
cannot talk to my husband," I said, ap
proaching him as a diflident, half
frighted child would approach an aus
tere pedagogue.
"You can talk to him, my dear
madam, but only through his attorney."
"Bot why do you enjoin such a regu
lation upoa aoybody ?"
"Oh, Kf the universal custom."
"And if it should become universally
customary for people to have small-pox,
you'd want It too, in order to be fash
ionable," I said, bitterly.
He smiled grimly.
"Ladle understand w little about
law that It is always difficult to satisfy
thetn," he sahl, dryly.
A sharp retort was upon my tongue,
bat I remembered 1kw utterly helpless
and powerless women were when they
eotikl be In no Sjsoee law-makers, and I
with difltaulty liekl my peace.
There was no comfort for me in talk-N
log te Gerald through a third party, so
I returned with my children to the ho
tel and sought my room, sot knowing
or, Indeed, eating what was to become
of me br mine.
The lexeitefflMt and fatigue bad In
duced b- racking headache, from which
I was stilleriiig the Intense torture to
which the overworked nerves of women
are so often periodically subjected. To
add to my discomfort, my baby Kthel
wm attacked with an aeute disorder,
which required strong nerves and good
health to successfully conquer, anil at I
had neither, I was In despair.
"What's tbe use of living, anyhow?"
wailed, in desperation. "I've seeu
nothing but "trouble since my earliest
years. My mother before me experi
enced nothing but disappointment and
sorrow; my children after me are to tie
doomed to tbe same dreadful fate. I
wish to God we were all dead !"
My soliloquy was cut short by the un
expected entrance of Mrs. Motley.
"I heard you !" she exclaimed, re
proachfully, as, bursting into my room
like a sunbeam, she brought with her
an indefinable radianee that had the
perfume of wild Houers in it- "I heard
you ! You're growing morbid aud silly,
and you need a counter irritant. Give
tbe baby over to my tender mercies
while yon take a nap. She needs a
bath; that's all. You've kept her for a
day and a half iu that abominable
court-room, filled with an Invisible
floating compound of vile whisky and
vile tobacco, ami the child, being hu
man, has succumbed, as well as yourself.
Don't atop to ask me any questions, but
take .V nap. I'll talk to you wlieu you
feel better."
There was no alternative but to obey,
which I did ainthetleally, though I
somehow felt as if my interest In life
was returning, aud I no longer contem
plated po&sible suicide.
For two hours I lay In a dreamy
languor; and then, the time for assem
bling at court having again arrived, I
roe with diflieulty and repaired thither,
taking with me my child Gerald, and
leaving baby Ethel with Mrs. Motley.
My husband was already In the pris
oner's box, aud the stupid jury occupied
tbeir accustomed plaee, eager to feast
their eyes and ears, as was the entire
crowd of lookers-mi, with a revelation
which gave promise of much unsavory
detail.
Elder Ciialmers had by this time ar
rived, ami was placed upon the witness
stand.
My blood fairly froze as I watched
him. Ity his side stood my friend, Mr,
Motley, as benevolent looking as ever,
while Gerald gased into the grizzly
bearded, grim-visaged faee of his enemy
and mine, with the restless air of a pin
ioned eagle.
"What Is your name?" asked the
prosecuting attorney.
"Clinlmerc, sir."
"And your occupation ?"
"I am a minister of the gospel by pro
fession." "Are you engaged in your profession
at present ?"
"No, sir."
"Tlien what is yor business ?"
"At present I deal In mining stocks.
My heal tli failed In the ministry, and I
was com pellet! to abandon tbe profession
for the present."
"Did you know the woman, Isabel
Martinez, of whose murder the prisoner
at the bar stands accused ?"
"I did, slightly."
"Where did you know her?"
"At tbe San Francisco stock ex
change." "When V
"Last summer."
"What was her occupation 7"
".She was said to be a confidence
woman."
"Did you know her Intimately?"
Gerald leaned forward, bis chains
clanking.
The witness bloebed.
"I knew her by sight."
"Did you know that the prisoner was
on friendly terms with her?"
"I did."
"Were you aware that they quar
reled V
"I was."
"Now, state when, where, ami under
what circumstances you last saw them
together."
"They had left the gambling den,
where Captain Grey had lost heavllv.
aud had gone to the front door-steps of
her I.Higings. I had not observed them
closely, but they might have stood and
talked unnn t .1 . . .
' uyui-Btep ior uait an
hour. I saw Mrs. Grey dogelnir tlmm
in a suspicious manner, and that caused
me to watch them. She is known to be
a violent termagant, awl I thought
there would be a scene, so I was Inter
ested" "I object!" interrupted Gerald's coun
sel, promptly. "Mrs. Grey Is not on
trial, and the witness will not refer to
her again."
"The objection la well taken," said
Judge Downy. "Proceed."
"The Captain seemed to be sorry that
he had gambled, and wben he re
proached himself and her, she laughed
derisively. Then he felled her to the
eatth and ran away."
"And you are sure that he killed her?"
"Not entirely sure. I was afraid of
being called as a witness, and so I hur
ried away."
Gerald leaned forward again, his
chains clanking, eyes and mouth open,
aud every nerve In a tremor of excite
ment. The prosecuting attorney "was evi
dently dissatisfied with the testimony,
but he relied upon his eloquence iu con
vincing the jury, so he leaned back In bis
chair, with a smile that was child-like
and bland, and rested bis case.
Then came the defense. I sat close to
my husband's attorney, my eyes, ears,
mill brain alike on the alert.
"Don't ask a question till I have sug
gested It," I whispered, inwardly won
dering why I could not ask my own
questions outright, and thus lie my own
lawyer, and save the exorbitant expeuse
of an attorney's fees.
Tli us admonished, he did wholly as
bidden.
"Captain Grey, Is the woman, Isabel
Martinez, dead ?" he asked, with em
phasis. "I do not know," Mild Gerald.
"Elder Chalmers, it the woman, Ita
lei Martinez, dead ?"
That dlgnltury did not anticipate the
question.
"She has not been seen since she mys
teriously disappeared with the prisoner
at the liar, aud her last known cry was
murder. I should say there was strong
presumptions evidence of her death,"
was the frigid and cautious reply.
Gerald whispered to his counsel, and
they exchanged some words that I
could not hear.
Mr. Motley scribbled something on a
piece of paper, and passed it to the Judge.
"What kind of a looking person was
this woman of whom you speak?"
asked His Honor.
;V blonde, with baby face and coal
black eyes," was the prompt reply.
And you say she has never beeu
seen sluce the time when the prisoner
was known to strike her, and that her
last word was murder t"
"Yes, sir."
Again Mr. Motley wrote a sentence
and passed It to the Judge.
"We will now rest the case till to
morrow at one P. M., when we will have
still another witness," said the Judge.
I was mystified. So anxious was I to
know all that I could with diflleulty re
strain my feelings of impatience, but I
saw they were preparing a surprise fori
me of some kind, and I hardly dared to
even wonder what it might be.
That night I dreamed again. But
tbe visions were confused and changing,
like the figures iu a kaleidoscope. I
saw before me turbid waters, mighty
mountains, darkling forests and leagues
of bog and mire. And through It all I
floundered, carrying a little ohild.
Here aud there was a bright oasis, from
from whose center welled a gurgling
fountain; but these spots were small,
and the bogs grew close to their very
edges.
Sometimes I would seem to pause,
weary and child-burdened, In some
gloomy grotto, and there, in spite of
every attempt I made to shut out the
sight, I would again behold the bur
nished gleam of those coal-black eyes.
Morning found me 111 and prostrate.
Mrs. Motley was bending over me with
kindly interest, her glorious self-sacri
fice an ever-abiding bles-ing, and, to
my surprise and joy, Dr. Suydenham
was there also.
"Am I dead, or am I dreamlug?" I
asked, my eyes and temples fairly burst
ing with the racking pain that tortured
me.
"I should say neither," answered the
doctor, cheerily.
"Where's Gerald ?"
"Now, my little one, listen to me, and
never do you mind Gerald. He'll do
well enough. Here's your medicine.
We must make you well the first
thing."
"But how cameyou here? I thought
you were Iu Melbourne."
"And can't I travel as well as you,
little one?"
"I suppose so. But will Gerald get
free?"
"I'm afraid he will," said the doctor,
In a badgorlng way. "Atauy rate, he's
in far less danger than you are. Why
don't you ask about the children ?"
"01), they're all right. Mrs. Motley's
here, and will take care of them. I'm
only worried about my husband."
But I soon sank under the influence
of opiates, aud for days-thereafter the
things of time aud sense were to me as
a sealed book.
To b continued.)
The greatest oi all power Is thought
power. That it may multiply most rap
idly and produce its greatest eflects It is
essential that there should be no barrier
placed iu the way of free speech. The !
right of free speech rests on simple jus
tice. Free speech Is the basis of progress
In knowledge, the guaranty of liberty,
tlie antidote of revolution, and tbe corner-stone
of religious freedom. The
churches ought to be the first to rally
In defense of free snppoh. for thor nr ita
I children. Dr. E. Jt. Foote.
George Eliot is engaged upon a new
j novel entitled "The Lifted Veil."
OUB WASHINGTON LETTER.
To the Editor of the New Northwest:
Oneof our wealthy citizens has erected
a grand monument here for the perpetu
ation of his memory. Itlsuotlu "storied
urn or animated bust," or huge pile of
marblo Iu our beautiful Oak Hill Ceroe
tery, where sleep hundreds of our ce
lebrities; but it is a charitable institu
tion, reared at a heavy expenditure and
endowed quite as liberally. The citizen
Is W. W. Corcoran, and his monument,
or benefaction, rather, is the "Louise
Home," an Irntneuse and magnificent
six-story building, at the corner of rir
teenth street and Massachusetts Avenue,
Intended as a home for Indigent gentle
women. It crowns a beuutlfal terrai e,
and overlooks Le Droit park iu the east,
Mt. Pleasant ou the north, while in the
west, the elegant mansions of Ex-Senator
Stewart, of Nevada, and Boss Shep
herd loom high above the surrounding
buildings, greeting the loftiness of
"Louise Home." Georgetown, also, lie
spread nut iu the distance, all flanked
by the beautiful Potomac. Like the
Taj Mahul of India, it is ever repeating
the one name which "sums all beauties,
graces, aud qualities" dear to him who
mourns, and would forever Honor the
memory of his deceased wife aud child
through the temple of charity. At the
front of its grounds stands the eques
trian statue of General Seott. Approach
ing from the east, the building greets
the eye with Its elevated square, Its lofty
tower, and Innumerable windows look
lug at us through climbing myrtles aud
honeysuckles. A serene repose rests on
everything, and at once gives the visitor
a sense of rest. The main entrance Is
on -Massachusetts Avenue, and Is reached
by steps rising on the terrace, and lauds
upon a large portico overlooking the
gardens of flowers and choice shrubbery
ou the east and west, enclosed by an
iron ornamental fence. Entering at
this door, we are admitted to a large
hall with a marble pavement rtf block
ami marble ties, from where the main
staircase of massive proportions rises to
the upper stories. From the outset one
Is impressed with the elegauce and per
manence of tbe architecture. The left of
thhi hall opens into the library, a room
of ample size, containing cases of books,
a reading-table strewn with the daily
papers aud periodicals. The furniture
of the room is covered with green
leather; the carpet a soft brussels. Sus
pended over tbe marble mantle is a life
sized portrait of Mr. Corcoran. Lead
ing from this to the last, and connected
by folding-doors, Isthecommittee-room,
where meets in council the nine lady
directors every Saturday, who, with the
matron, constitute the muuagemeiit un
der Mr. Corcoran. Miss Hunter, the ma
tron, tall, with dark hair and eyes,
dressed In plain black, is an ideal for
the position she occupies. The ladles'
parlor adjoins the committee-room ou
the south, attached to which Is a half
octagon verauda, screened from a too
obstruslvo sun by a profusion of vines,
It-Is in this room that Mr. Corcoran has
placed the portraits of his deceased wife
and daughter. Seeing them, we can
appreciate the seerH Impulses of his
goodness. Mrs. Corcoran wears a white
frilled cap, which exquisitely harmon
izes with her sweet spiritual face. Tbe
daughter, Mrs. Eustice, now dead some
five years, must have been the father's
pride. Hers is a lovely face, patterned
somewhat after his, but with the moth
er's sweetness of expression. The piano
belonging to the daughter when a girl
is in this room with other prized relics.
Here in the afternoon the ladies congre
gate to chat or engage their time as
suits their elderly tastes. The long
French window's look out upon tho well
cared flower beds, and a smooth-shaved
lawn. Leaving this, we enter the ma
tron's secretary, handsomely fitted for
the puriose. The principal object of
interest here is an old-fashioned portrait
of a young girl of flue features. It be
longs to one of the gray-haired old la
dles, and Is a relic likeness of herself,
"when she was young." Passing from
here, we enter the grand court, or hall,
open to the roof, from where It la lighted,
Its first story walls are hung with the
private pictures of Mr. Corcoran, placed
here at his breaklng-up of house-keeping.
Klsiug one above another are five
tires of corridors, which are accessible
by the main stairway, au Interior stair
way, and an elevator, especially pro
vided for the additional comfort of the
invalids. Passing to the east end of the
court, a door opens upon tbe principal
portion of the grounds, which descend
ofl the terrace iu a beautiful prospect of
lawn, winding walls, lined with shrub
berv nnd flowers and choice trees. The
infirmary looks out upon all the beauty
of tho surroundings, and for Its internal
comfort no pains and expense has been
spared. SjKitless linen, choice flowers,
anil all tho delicacies that charm an In
valid's eye are tastily disposed about.
This same care of the physical and ns
thetic comfort of these elderly ladles
characterizes the private apartment,
Tbey breakfast at eight, and dine at
two, and at six cheerfully discuss the
tonics of the day over tea. As a last
care, this great benefactor has purchase!
large lots In Oak Hill Cemetery, where
they are to sleep In their last resting
place. rEJAX.
Washington, D. C May 24, 1S78.
Wmnfc Mnulton says: "I have only
one
J my
confidential frienu, anu sue Dears
name."
My Probate Pilgrimage.
In looking back over my year's work
iu New England, over the miles and
miles of streets aud up-stalrs and down
stairs, and of hills and dales traversed
while selling the second edition of my
book ou "Probate Confiscation," I feel,
taking it all iu all, that the measure of
success which crowned my efforts was
commensurate with the labors. The
welcomes which have greeted me, the
words of cheer which have strengthened
me, the hand-pressures which have
thrilled me,' the heart-throbs which
have responded to mine, the faces
which I have looked into, faces met aud
(Hissed in the tuld-oceau of life, whoe
tths I siiull never cross again, all these
things, or the remembrance of them,
are like the perfume of fresh flowers.
They invest past toil and weariness with
a halo
"' IJ? luonotaln regions overpast,
In parpie distance fair."
ISeautiruI New England ! With your
reformers who have stood aud are
standing for justice, in the sunlight of
youtu, in the glory ot maturity, in the
grandeur oi age. lhelr footprints, like
the footprints of impels, are traceable
everywhere. They have smoothed the
rough way for those that follow. Their
names ami deeds stand out upon the
imges of present and future history in
letters of flame, as fadeless as the dav.
as lasting as the hills. God bless them,
every one 1
1 see by the last Journal that Senator
Abbott, of Lowell, has found a tongue.
He was perfectly reticent on the wid
ow's rights question, although one of
the three who constitute the probate
and chancery committe. Probably he
only makes a noise on great occasions.
I am glud he lias unfurled his flag.
There is uothlng like knowing one's
stripe. I wish, for tbe sake of my bill,
which fie and Mr. White and Mr.
Gardner "sot on" and killed, lie had
lived fifty years ago. Tiiey should have
lived hi the times when men "drank a
glass of wiue at a fuueral" and a quart
at a feast; when mu-cular Christianity
in the shape of lathers In Israel put out
of church doors weak mothers Iu Israel
for during to lift up their subjugated
voices In prayer and suppliculion iu
holy masculine temples, asking God for
strength to endure their manifold toils,
trials, ami privations. These were the
good old times of tyrannical husband
and subjugated wife. Praise and thanks
to the Uiverof all gootls, those times are
forever past, and uothlng will resurrect
them. Evil ilnvs tbev were, when i
womeii were looked uimn by a large i
nronortion of mmikiiul ns nnlv fit for
household drudges. Better be the
mother of one lion than of a dozen jack
asses. The world is not sullering for
want of population as it Is for tbe
want of quality.
senator Abbott advises women to "stop
runniug after 'isms,' mind their hus
bands, and look after their nurseries."
But what am I to do, who have no hus
band to "mind," no "nursery to look
after," and no baby to put in the nur
sery ? What would a nursery amount
to without a baby in it? And what
are the 63,000 busbandless women
n Massachusetts, aud the 000.000
spinsters of Great Britain to do about
'obedience and nurseries 7" My ad
vice, which I, unlike doctor's prescrip
tions, take myself, is this: "Obey the
dictates of your own conscience, and
cultivate flowers." A man is as much
out of place iu a floral nursery as he
would be suckling babies. Here is the
rough draft of my bill, changed some
what from Its old wording, which
proved such an eye-sore to the fastidious
Mr. White, of Plymouth. Its founda
tion is laid on simple justice. Nothing
more, uothiug less.
1. That every widow who Has any In
terest In her deceased husband's estate.
shall have the same right to claim an
administratorship, to serve conjointly
with the executor or executors named iu
the will of said deceased, as she lias
wben the estate Is tutestate.
2. That no act or Instrument made by
an executor or executors Is valid with
out tlie widow's endorsement.
3. That every widow. legally compe
tent shall have the sole guardianship of
the persons of her minor children.
nils bill, defeated iu the Massachu
setts Senate of 1S7S, I intend to bring
before every legislature In New i.ng
laud, and the legislature of New York
during the nest session of general court.
1 sincerely hope that every earnest be
liever iu a widow's right to have an in
side instead of an outside view of the
settlement of the estate which she has
helped to earn, will come to tlie aid of
the bill. Local influence will do much
toward securing Its passage. Consider
the inconsistency of the law. In tuts
State, where there Is no will, the widow
administers upon the estate alone, or
has the choice of those who shall serve
with her. In the New Eugland Slates
she enlovs the first claim, when compe
tent, to the administration, uui n tue
husband has chosen to set her aside In
his will like a child or an Imbecile, then
she has no legal redress. This law Is
akin to the one which makes tue widow
comparatively comfortable, In spile of
real or fraudulent creditors, wuere mere
la real estate, but turns her and her
babes out to starve where there Is only
personal property. In the.present days
of commerce, personal estate is often
larger than real, in a lew years time,
dower and homestead laws will avail
nothlug, for, at the present rate of taxa
tlon, all real estate will soon be bauk
runt-
Massachusetts claims that the laws
allecting tho rights of wives and widows
are far more lenient lowaru mem man
the corresponding laws are toward bus
bands and widowers. Let us see. Tbe
common property is the result of the
joint efforts of the wedded pair. The
economy anu nome activities oi me
wife, aud her prudent supervision of do
mestic affairs, furnish a full equivalent
to the outside acquisitive work of tho
husband, even wben she takes no part
In the management of the business. It
often happens that she is quite as useful
and efficient in that sphere as ner uus
band, carrying on the business entirely,
in additiou to tbe faithful oversight of
household duties. Yet, in the face of all
this, if she fail through iguorance or
carelessness to fortify Her position as
"sole," or if she ouly attends to domes
tic aflalrs, at Her death all this joint es
tate belongs to her surviving husband,
If she has made a will, It Is of no value.
Jura. J. II. mow.
Praise Is seldom paid with willine
ness, even to incontestible merit: and it
can be no wonder that ho who calls for
it without desert, Is repulsed with uni
veraal Indignation.
A Surviving Heroine of 1812.
There is an interestlngstory connected
with Cedar I'olnt, Scituate Harbor,
Mass. The heroine is Miss Rebecca
Bates, now a bright, genial old lady of
eighty-lour, whose memory continues
remarkably clear. The story, taken
from her own lips, can be depended
upon as thoroughly reliable. Her
father was Captain Simeon Bates. He
was light-keeper at the time, and was
the first who lit the light In April, mil
In the spring of the following year
iMigllsh cruisers were numerous in
Massachusetts Bay, and on. one occasion
the launches of an English frigate were
sent in to Scituate Harbor. They set
lire to vessels at the wharves, and
towed out two, at the same time threat
ening to destroy the town if any resist
ance was offered. After this event a
home guard was formed, and detach
me tits weir stationed on Cedar and
Crow points and iu front of the village,
with a brass piece. When there was no
sail in sight, the guards were allowed to
go on to their farms.
Nothing to occasion alarm occurred
agulu until the following September.
Rebecca, at that time eighteen years of
age, and her sister Abigail, fourteen
years old, anil still living, were sitting
toward evening sewing witli their
mother. Captain Bates anil the rest of
his large family aud the guards were all
away. Mrs. Bates told Rebecca It was
time to put on the kettle. As Rebecca
went into the kitchen, she for the first
time perceived an English ship of war
close at hand and lowering her boats.
"I knew the ship at a glance." she said.
"It was the 'La Hogue.' 'Oh, Lord !'
says I to my sister, 'the old La Hogue'
is oil' here again ! What shall we do?
Here are the barges coming again, and
they'll burn up our vessels just as they
did before.' You see, there were two
vesoelsat the wharf, loaded with flour,
aud we couldn't afford to lose that in
those times, when the embargo made it
so hard to live we had to bile pumpkins
all day to get sweetening for sugar.
There were the muskets of the guards. I
was a good mind to take those out be
yond the light-house and lire them at
the barges. I might have killed one or
two, but it would have done no good,
for they would have turned and fired tbe
village. 'I tell you what we'll do,' said
I to my sister. 'Look here,' says I, 'you
take the drum, I'll take the fife.' I was
fond of military music, and could play
four tunei on the fife. 'Yaukee Doodle'
was my masterpiece. I learned on the
life which the soldiers bad at the Ilght-
house. They had a drum there, too; so
1 said to her : loll take the drum, and
i n lane me me.- -pinai. guuu n mai
do 7' says she. 'facare them,' says I.
All you've got to do Is to call the roll,
I'll scream the fife, and we must keep
out oi sight, ii they see us, they'll
laugh us to scorn.' I showed tier how
to handle the sticks, and we ran down
behind the cedar wood. So we put in,
as me ooys sav. anu pretty soon
looked, and I could see the men in tbe
barges resting on their oars aud listen
ing. When I looked again I saw a nag
living from the mast-head of tbe ship,
My sister began to make a noise, and I
said : 'Don't make a noise. You make
me laugh, and I can't pucker my
mouili.' When I looked again I saw
they bud seen the flag, aud they turned
auoul so quick a man fell overboard.
and they picked him up by the back of
Ills neck and hauled him In. When
they went oil, I ployed Yankee
Doodle."' Is not this heroine, who
saved two ships laden with Hour, and
perhaps other valuables, from destruc
tion, entitled to a peusion ? She has
five brothers aud sisters still living, the
eldest eighty-five, and the youngest
seventy-one. Her grandfather was one
hundred years aud one month old at the
time of ills deatfi. & C. II'. flenjamin,
in Harper's 3l00azine for June.
New Yohk Brutality .to Lunatics.
The following account of a case of cru
elty and criminal abuse of one of the
wretched patients In tbls institution is
from the lips of a person who has been
fur many years, and is at present, a reg
ular visitor to the Female Lunatic Asy
lum: "Eighteen months ago," says the
informant, "a woman In hall No, 3 was
con'sldered by tbe physicians well
enough to be discharged from the quar
ters in the main building and placed in
oue of the pavilions. She was ordered
to go there by one of tlie nurses on duty.
and was forced out of her room without
all her clothes. The woman told the
nurse she wanted tier clothes, and the
nurse refused to give them to her. On
the patient insisting that she should
get her clothes, the nurses forced her
aloug the ward. Not being able to get
tbe patient nut, tbe attendants called in
two men, who grasped her and tore her
along. When the stairs were reached,
they shoved Her.down. In tbls opera
tion they either jammed their knees
into her back, or," as the visitor said,
more likely kicked Her. the unfor
tunate patient, who was recovering,
was, after this treatment, confined to
her bed for several weeks, and never
got over this brutal treatment, from the
effects of which she is now slowly dying
in tue Hospital ward ot the asylum.
This patient was laboring at tbe time
only under a tendency to commit sui
cide, the history of her case belne that
she was engaged to be married, and her
lover died, atter winch she twice at
tempted to kill herself. She was mel
ancholic, but In all other respects sane.
nut ior the treatment she received she
would have beeu discharged cured in a
snort time, and In place of being now
slowly dying in a mad-house, would he,
in an probability, comfortably settled
witu inends." jew Xork Jleraltl.
Science and Education. Nothing
can be clearer than that the liberty of
science ana liberty oi education, tbe
progress of science aud the progress of
education, are inuissoiubiy linked to
gether. Whewell has shown us hnw.
in the development of the human Intel
lect, the great steps of culture have fol
lowed and resulted from the ereat uteris
of discovery that have successively en
larged uie spuere oi uumau Knowlpilo.
And It was not because certain new facts
were poured iu at each epoch of dlscov
ery, but because new ideas, new mpfh
ods, new modes of mental activity were
Introduced. These are invnlnnhlo n
education, and If shorn away, so that
nothing but direct
the quickening, arousing Influence of
science Is lost to culture. ProfeMor
loumans, Popular Seiencc Monthly for
The Cincinnati authorities are trying
to close the theatres of that city on Sun-
He Ate the Pie He Didn't Like.
Bret Harte, Inlhe April Serlbner,
tells ns of a case of pie eating la Cali
fornia more humorous to hear related
than to experience:
The pies aud cakes made by the old
woman were, I think, remarkable rather
for their inducing tbe same loyal and
generous spirit than Tor their intriuslu
excellence, and it may be said appealed
more strongly to the nobler aspirations
of humanity than its vulgar appetite
Howbeit, everybody ate Mammy Dow
ney's pies and thought of his childhood.
"Take 'em, dear boys," tlie okl lady
would say; "it does me good to see vou
eat 'em; reminds me kinder of rnv nonr
Sammy, that ef he'd lived, would have
been ez strong aud big ez you be, but
was taken down with lung fever at
Sweetwater. I kin see him yet; that's
forty year ago, dear! comiii' nut o' the
tot to the bake-house anJsmlln souli
a beautiful smile, like yours, dear bov.
as I handed him a mince or a lemming
turnover. Dear, dear, bow I do ruu on!
and those days is past! but I seems to
live in you again!" The wife of the
hotel-keeper,HctUHted by alow jealousy,
bad suggested that she "seemed to live
oil them," but as that person tried to
demonstrate the truth of her statement
by reference to the cost of the raw ma
terial used by the old lady, it was con
sidered by tbe camp as too practical and
economical for consideration. "Besides."
added Cy Perkins, "ef old Mammy
wants to turn an honest penny in her
old age, let her do it. How would you
like your old mother to make pies on
grub wages, eh? ' A suggestion that so
a fleeted his hearer (who had no mother)
that he bought three on the snot. The
quality of these pies had never been
discussed but once. It is related that a
young lawyer from San Francisco, din
ing at the Palmetto Restaurant, pushed
away nue of Mammy Downey's pies
with every expression of disgust and
dissatisfaction. At thisjuncture, Whisky
uick, considerably allected by fits ravor
lte stimulant, approached tbe stranger's
table, and drawing up a chair, sat uuiu-
viieu neiore mm.
"Mebbee, young man," he began,
gravely, "ye don't like Mammy Dow
ney a pies?"
The stranger replied, rurtlv. and in
some astonishment, that he did not, as
a rule, "eat pie."
in- . . . . . . .
-xuuug man, continued Ulek, with
drunken gravity, "mebbee you're ac
customed to Charlotte rusks ami blue
mauge; mebbee you eau't eat unless
your grub is got up by one o' them
French cooks ? Yet we us boys yar in
this camp calls that pie a good, a cora-pe-tent
pie."
Tbe stranger again disclaimed any
thing but a general dislike of that form
of pastry.
"Young man," continued Dlek, ut
terly uuheedingtheexplanation, "young
man, mebbee you onct had an ole a
very ole mother, who, tottering dowu
the vale o' years, made pies. Mebbee,
aud It's like your black epicurean soul,
ye turned up your nose on the ole wora
au, and went back on the pies and on
her. She that dandled ye when ye wnz
a baby a little baby! Mebbee ye went
back on her, and shook her, and played
ofl on her, and gave her away dead
away! And now, mebbee, young man
I wouldn't hurt ye for the woild but
mebbee, afore ye leave this yar table,
ye'll eat pie!"
'Hie stranger rose to his feet, but the
muzzle of a dragoon revolver in the un
steady hands of Whisky Dick caused
him to sit down acain. FTn atf tlm nU
and lost his case before a Rough-and-
ieuuy jury.
A Badly Soared Editor.
An editor waasittiucr in his easvcbnlr.
buoyant In mind aud heart, with th
calm serenity and blissful tranquillity
that none but editors kuow. A shuf
fling sound at tbe door brought him
back to earth, and, facing nervously
about, he beheld a man of determined
iook closing the door behind him. With
a sickly feeling of foreboding the editor
motioned toward a chair and gazed upou
the intruder, helpless and breathless, re-
iucm to ujc me worst.
Ihe hand of the man wandered townnl
his vest pocket, Tbe editor's cheek
blanched aud his lips turned blue. Alas'
alas! he has guessed aright the mission
oi me stranger.
Tbe man pulled out a bundle of letters
and papers. The head of the editor fell
forward upon his breast, and his hands
dropped listless from tbe arms of his
chair.
My errand is not a pleasant nn
said the visitor, speaking slowly.
maun, ueaveti!" exclaimed the edi
tor, pluckiug up courage. "Out with it
suspense is worse than fate."
"I have au execution on vour hnmn
continued the man. with nmfessinnnl
sadness. "That mortgage has been fore
closed." Hoora ! ha! ha! ha!" rnnrwl tho ed
itor, springing up and nearly shaking
the man's arm off. "Heaven bepralsed!
but Lord what a scare you gave me!
Blister my corns, If I didn't think you
had a chunk of sorlncr noetrv. Drive
on sell the old shanty. It's a rat-eaten
iiarracc, anyway, and rents are cbeap.
iia: na: wuat a inau you've taken oil
my mind! Let's have your name and
down it goes for two years' free sub
scription. You're an angel in breeches,
old fellow, but you don't look like it
darned if you do. Ha! ha! Cut your
hair, man; cut your hair and wear a
stand-up collar. It'll saveyourchlldren
sorrow." Cincinnati Breakfast Tnhle.
How to Get Along. Don't fltnn in
tell stories iu business hours.
ir you have, a place of business, be
found there when wanted.
NO man can get rich bV8lttInrnrnrinrt
stores and saloons.
Never fool In business matters.
Have order, system, retaliation .n
also promptness.
uo not meddle with business yon
know nothing of.
x)o not kick everything in your path.
More miles can bo mini? in nrnturinv
by going steady than by stoppIngRi"
x-y us you go. '
A man of honor respects bis word as
he does his bond.
Help others when you can, but never
give what you cannot afford, because It
is fashionable.
Learn to say no. No necessity of snap
ping it outdog fashion, but say Itflrmly
and respectfully.
Use your own brains rather than those
of others. .
Learn to think and act for yourself.
Keep ahead rather than behind tha
times.

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