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A Family Companion, Devoted to Literature, Miscellany, News, Agriculture, Markets, &c.
Vol. X. WEDNESDAY MORNING, AUGUST 19, 1874. No. 33.
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THE HEATHEN CHINEE.
Wh ieh I wish to remark
And my language is plain
That for ways that are dark
Aud for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar;
Which the same I would rise to explain.
Ali Sin was his nawe,
And I shall not deny
In rcgard to the same,
What the name might imply;
But his smile it was pensive and child-like,
As I frequent remarked to Bill Nye.
r It was Argust the third.
And q,fite soft was the skies;
Wh ich it might be inferred
That Ah Sin was likewise;
Yet he played it that day upon William
And me in a way I despise.
W ich we had a small game,
And Ah Sin took a hand;
It was Euchre. The same
Ile did not understand;
But he smiled as he sat by the table,
With the smile that was child-like and
Yet thetsrds that were stocked
in a way that I grieve,
And my feelings were shocked
At the state of Nye's sleeve,
Which was staff fall of aces and bowers,
And the same with intent to deceive.
But the hands that were played
By that heathen Chinee,
A - the points that he made
Were quite frightful to see
Till as last he put down a right bower,
Which the same Nye had dealt unto me.
Then I looked up at Nye,
Ard begazed upon me:
Anti be rose with a sigh,
And said, "Can, this be?
We arc ruined by Chinese cheap labor,"
And he went for that heathwn Chinee.
In the scene that ensued
I did not take a hand,
Bu: the floor it was strewed
Like the leaves on the strand,
With the cords that Ah Sin had been hiding,
In the game "he did not understand."
In his sleeves, which were long,
lie had twenty-fourjacks
Which was coming it strong,
Yet I state but the facts;
And we found on h is nails, which were taper,
W hat is frequent in tapers-that's wax.
Which is why I remark,
And my language is plain,
That for ways that are dark
And for tricks that are vain,
The heathen Chinee is peculiar
Which the same I am free to maintain.
BY B. PRANtK RUSSELL.
"'Tis plain to me," said a farmer's wife,
"Those- boy s will make their marks in life,
Thy never were m* to handle a hoe,
And at once to college ought to go.
rTere's Fred, he's little better'n a fool,
Btut John and Henry must go to school."
"WelL really, wife," quoth farmer Brown,
As he sat his mug of eider down,
"Fred does more work in a day for me
Than his brothers do in three;
Book tearnin' will never plant one's corn,
Nor hoe potatoes, sure's you're born.
Nor mend a rod of broken fence;
Four my part, give me common sense."
But his wife was bound the roost to rule,
And .John and Henry were sent to school,
While Fred, of course was left behind,
For bis mother said he had no mind.
Five years at school the students spent;
Then into business each one went;
Johm learned to play the flute and fiddle,
And! parted his hair, of course, in the middle;
White his brother looked rather higher than
And hung out a sign, "H. Brown M. D."
Meanwhile at home their brother Fred
H-ld taken a notion into his head;
But he quietly trimmed his apple-trees,
And weeded his onions and planted peas;
W h!ie sor.enow, eit'her by hook or crook,
Un til at last his father said,
lie was getting "book larniu" into his head .
"Ilut, tor all that," added farmer Brown,
"lie's the smartest boy there is in town."
The wsr broke out, and Captain Fred
A hundred men to battle led,
And when tihe Confederate flag came down,
Went marching home as General Brown,
But 'lie went to work on the farm again.
And planted corn and sowed his grain,
Re-shingled the barn and mended the fence,
TLii people declared "he had common sense."
Now common sense was very rare.
And the State House needed a portion there;
So the "family dunce" moved into town,
And the people called him Governor Brown,
And his brothers who went to the city school
Came home to live with "mother's fool."
THE BLUE AND THE GRAY.
By thle flow of the inland river,
Wh ere the fleets of iron have fled,
Where 'he blades of the grave grass quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead,
Under the a'd and the dew,
Waiting th e Judgment Day
Under the one, the Blue,
Under the otPer, the Gray.
These in the robio g of glory,
Those in the gloo m of defeat,
All with the battle-b.'ood gory,
In the dust of eternt y meet;
Under the sod and the ?ew,
Waiting the Judgment .Day,
Under the laurel the Blue,
Under the willow the Gray.
From the silence of sorrowful hours
The desolate mourners go,
Lvingly laden with flowers,
Alike for the friend and the foe;
Under the sod and the dew,
Wiigthe Judgment Day,
Under the roses blue,
Under the I1' as :!.e Gray.
Sadly, but not with upbraiding,
The generous deed was done,
In the storm of the years that are fading,
No braver battle was won.
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the Judgment Day,
Under the blossoms the Blue,
.Under the garlands the Gray.
SNo more shall the war-cry sever,
Or the winding river be red,
They banish Our anger forever,
THE UNKNOWN DEATH.
A DETECTIVE'S STORY.
Murder had been done in Phila
delphia-or, at least. so it was
supposed--and the papers were
full of it. The journals were di
vided in opinion about the mat
ter, some maintaining that it was
a case of simple suicide, others in
clining to the belief that the1re
had been foul play, and still others
arguing in favor of death from
natural though unknown causes.
Indeed, it would appear, at first
sight. as if the latter were the
true supposition, and the majority
of superficial readers and thinkers
who talked over the affair at
home or in the streets the next
day, seemed to have very little
trouble in arriving at a like con
All that was known was this
an esteemed citizen-a man of
wealth and high standing-had
retired to rest the night before ap
parently in sound health and good
spirits, and a, two o'clock the fol
lowing morning bad been found
dead in bed, without one visible
mark of violence upon his person.
His son, who had returned home
from a pleasure party at that hour,
had entered his father's chamber
to deposit the front door key
there, and had made the horrible
discovery. This young man, a
steady, reliable and devout church
member and Sabbath School teach
er, had then aroused the house,
and communicated the ill tidings
to the terror-stricken family.
At the coroner's inquest I was
present, and there the son, after
repeating what has been said
above, called the attention of the
jury to the following additional
and important facts; that on enter.
ing the chamber he had found ev
erything undisturbed and as usual,
that the bed clothes even -. ere not
rumpled, and tbat the position of
the deceased as he lay, was so natu
raland easy thatit was not until he
had noticed the absence of the
deep and regular breathing of the
sleeper that he suspected, for an
instant, Qat anything was wrong.
I was not on the jury, but was
ther-e at the request of the family,
in my official capacity of murder
detective, and it is needless to
say that I subjected the body and
its surroundings to the closest
scrutiny, 1 could discover nothing,
however, that appeared in the
least suspicious or to warrant a
supposition of foul play. The post.
mortem examination failed egnally
to satisfy, and developed no indi
ations oZ poison in the system;
but one thing it did develop; and
that was, that up to the time of
death the internal organs of the
deceased had all been in a state
of healthy and vigorous action.
For once in my life 1 was at
fa'ult, and must confess that 1 did
not know how to proceed ; but still
for all the absence of proof, nd
the seeming regularity of things
I felt in me a deep mistrust that
murder had been done in the pre
mises arid by no unskillful harl
Whilst I was deliberating how
to act, the son came over, and be
gan a conversation. He talked or
the all-absorbing topic of the me
ment.and was as nervous, restless
and agitated as ma;Scould be. W<
werec walking r-apidly up and dowr
the chamber where lay the cor-pse
still fresh from the searching
hands of the coroner's physician
and as we paused now and then t<
gaze in its pale, inanimate face,.
iemarked that my companior
shook with a slight and well-de
fined tremor. I made a mnenta
note of this, but at the same tim
did not attach mu::h importanc
to it as I considered it but th
natural effect of the trying an
painful scenes thr'ough which th
son so recently passed, and whos
recollection was refreshed by thes
momentary views of the dead.
did not, of course, for one mnomen
imagine that the man at my elboi
was a patricide, but a murder di
teetive, from habit, is always o
the alert, and as I had no clu
whatever to follow in this mattei
I w~as merely searching for on
every where-that was all.
We continued our walk abot
"This affair pase my compr
hension," said I.
"And mine also," said the so:
I was about taking my lea'
the floor, just under the edge
the bed, att'racted my attentio
and I stooped and picked it up.
The son observed my motion
and said :
'I wonder how that got ther<
T have the ret of that article
in my drawer-it belongs to me!
"Do you want the piece?" I
"Not at all," he replied ; but if
you would like to have the remain
(er, I will get it for yon."
le left me without waiting for
any reply, and quickly returned
with the rest of' the handkerchief.
Ie handed it to me and said as he
"I am at a loss to conjecture
who could have torn that hand
kerchief, for I thought it was safe
in my apartment when I went out
early in the evening."
I put the piece lie gave me with
the other I already had, and took
Once at home and in the soli
tude of my chamber, I sat down
at my table and, with my face
buried in both hands, fell to think
ing and reasoning. I thought of
the scene I had just left, and could
not doubt that the verdict of the
coroner's jury would be "death
from causes unknown." I thought
of the son and of his torn handker
chief; and I spread out the latter
before me on the table, and fitted
it to the portion I bad found wet
and limp undeir the bed of the de
ceased. Then L took the wet piece
in my fingers and felt and looked
at it. It did not seem to have
been steeped in water, and to the
touch it was just in the slightest
way sticky. I further remarked
that it had a very faint white
tiuge in spots, as if some kind of
foam had recently been upon it.
Just at that instant I caught sight
of a paragraph in a daily paper
lying in front of me, and meeliani
cally read it.
The paragraph was as follows:
"A ghastly scientific discovery
is reported from Ttirin, where
Professor Cast n-ini, the celebrated
oeulist, has found a way of' kiiiing
animais by forcing air into their
eves a few seconds, and a-lmost
without causing pain. Experi
ments were recently made at the
Royal Vetrinary School, and it is
said that they have fully proved
the truth of' the Professor's inven
tion. Within the space of a few
minutes four rabbits, three dogs
and a goat were killed in this man.
ner. The most remarkable fact is
that the operation leaves absolute
ly no outward trace."
1 star-ted up instantly after hay
ing readl this, and began rapidly
to walk the room. I was flushed
and agitated. Perhaps I had th(
key to the mystery I was search
ing to solve !
'Gracious !" I thought, "if this
paragraph be true, might not the
method of destruetion be applied
as fatally to man as to the inf'erior
1 hur-riedly r-eturned to th(
house of' death and rang the bell.
The son answered the summnons
He looked not a little surpr-ised
at my sudden return.
"WXVhat is the matter ?" he de.
m and e d.
4.Nothing, " said I-I was quitt
cool and collected by this time
"I mer-ely wished to make anothei
examination of the chamber o:
He led me to it at once.
I again scrutinized the body
this time paying more attentior
ro the face and head of the deat
There was absolutely nothiin;
to be seen there that I had no
seen before. I then pressed opei
the mouth slightly with my fin
er's, arid, as I did so, f'elt, o
fatncied I felt, the same sligh
stickiness I had detected on th
hop) piece of handkerchief.
look'ed into the mouth, and nearl
ti'embled for joy to see there th
e learly-defined white tinge c
For a moment I could har-dl;
contain myself, and my heart ben
so loudly that I was almost afrai,
my companion would hear it an
However, I did control mysel:
Sand as soon as I could trust m:
t"Is there no way by which tii
V house might be entered excep)t b
-the first story ?"
n "Oh, yes," returned the son,
e composedly as ever', "there is
'do-or in my apar'tment op)ening o
C an old, unused portico, but thz
has been locked and double-bolte
t all winter."
This observation was just wh:
I- wanted, for it pointed out to n
a way to obtain a view of th
-' man's private room, and that to
e without exciting the least su
of "WVill you let me see that door
n, I asked.
"With the greatest pleasure
s> said he; "I have already examinm
it myself, and fon it as secure
? of old- but perhaps your more e
n -lence eye may dtect s8ri
sign inere that has escaped me.
I followed him, and without ti
slihtest hesitation be led me
There was the door fastened
he had said, and I made a sho
of looking at it-but that was ni
what fascinated me and rivet<
my attention at once!
The walls were full of shelve
and the shelves were crowdt
with philosophical instruments!
I left the portico door finall:
and as I was going, carelcssly r
"You secm to take an intere
"Why yes" said he, smilin
"I do, and I flatter myself th:
few mncn here or elsewhere have
Ilarg-er or better collection of a:
paratus than I have."
I had touched him on his pa
ticular vanity, and knew now th;
I might search unmolested, an
not o:dv that, but with his ow%
proper aid, for the instrument
I turned back, as I spoke, at
picked up a pamphlet from tl
studv.table in the centre of ti
The book was written in tt
I have some slight knowlege
the tongue of modern opera, ar
I read on the title page that ti
work was one on the varioi
modes of the destruction of an
mal life, and that itN was by Ca
And Casturini was the name <
the Pr(f'essor spoken of in tI
I ftelt that I was working on tI
I laid down the volume ai
grad nally turned the converatic
to the sub.ject of' pneumatics,
the course of which I asked if II
compoanion had Casturini's ai
pump. IIe told ic no, but tb;
he had his airsyi'nge.
I asked to look at it.
Foi the first time the son tur
ed on me a hurried glance
But I MFaged to appear as
I suspected nothing-as if nothir
more dangerous than love of s<
ence actuated me in my inves1
And my companion was sat
fied, for he at once produced t
It was a strange instrument;
shape it was like an ordina:
syringe, such as is daily employ
in medlicine, only larger, perha
twice as large as any of' that kii
I1 had ever seen. It was mount<
on a stand of' polished walni
like an electric machine, and,i
deed, looked like one-that is,
cyndr'icar one. It was furnisbh
with a crank, by which it wv
worked, and had two large, fu
nel-shaped mouthpieces. The
latter were not stationary, b
could be moved-brought near
together or more widely separatt
as circumstances required.
This, then, was the instrume
of death, and it performedi
dread work silently and surel
and left no external trace.
-I touched it with a feeling ak
Ito horror, and asked:
"IIas this no ether use than
deprivo animals of life ?"
"None," was the smiling
"Can y ou operate it?"
Better than any I ever met.
I was standing facing this m
ahemde this boast.
-'I laid my hand on his should.
Hec started and seemed not
Sknow what to make of my c<
"Your crime is discovered, sii
sid ,sternly. "You are a pat
ed,and I arrest you for 1
murd'er cf the man who lies
the other' chamber' !"
His faice turned fa.irly pur
with rag~e and fear', and then gr
IIe sat down in the chair wvi
out a word.
is courage, and above
tings, his incomparable audaci
had altogether abandoned him
th is terri ble crisis !
I spoke to him again and ag;
several t imes, but could get no
aThen I rang the bell and si
nfor the coroner's physician.
t H Ie came, looked at the m
dstill sitting on the chair, spee
less and black in the face,
t shook his head.
"This man has lost his reaso
iwer'e his fearful words. "W
has caused it?"
I told him, and showed
Casturini's air syringe.
S We took our prisoner into <
tody and conveyed him, in a ec
Scarriage, to the police station.
dThe ride somewhat rest
him, but he was still altoget
s overwhelmed and crushed.
X'We left him in the cell and v
ieonr various ways.
S III tile Moriuing I was the first
ie to call to see him.
to The oicer in charge told me
he had been up the greater part of
-s the night, and was then sleeping.
wv I waited half an hour, and then,
>t in company with the doctor, who
!d had by that time arrived, went to
The man was there on the bed,
d lyNing in his shirt and pantaloons,
with his face downward, and mo
e- The doctor touched him-be
was cold and stiff. The patricide
3t was dead.
By his side lay a paper, crushed
and rum pled.as ifin his last agonies
it lie had endeavored to tear it up.
a I took it and read, written in
p- lead pencil. the following
"The shrewdness of the detec
r- tive has been too much for me. It
it was uight when I did it, and I
d fancied the means put it 'eyond
n reach of discovery, I wai mis
)f ta-ken, and I pay the penalty of
that mistake freely now. That
d doctor is a shrewd practitioner. A
eman does not counterfeit madness
e with him with impunity. Had he
been as wise in his way as the de
e tective was in his, the law would
not have been cheated of its prey.
f had my reasons for the deed,
d fully as potent as those I have for
is Here followed the signature of
i- tile suicide, traced in a full, bold
s- hand. .
I turned to the physician and
>f the officer who were with me, and
i had read the letterover my shoul
i I must confess that I think my
face showed triumph-triumph at
d having succeeded in tracking and
n takingo a criminal so adroit and
n calculating-and :possibly I had
y some good ground for being clia
I did not ask the family of the
murdered man for a reward, but
I carried away the air syringe,
n- and I have it to this day. I have
of made repeated experiments with
it since it came in my possession,
if and each succeeding one but con
vinces me tie iore of its deadly
- and dangerous character.
- There is another thing I must
say belore I close, and that is
s- this: I have solvad the mystery
ie of that limp piece of handkerchief
I found on the day I undertook
in the iuvestigation of the affair I
ry have just been speaking of: it
3d was empl:yed by the murderer to
p rep)ress and keep back the slight
ad foatm that always flies from the
d mouth of the subject whenever
it, submitted to the action of the
a I look back upon this adventure
d now as one of the most important
as events in my career, and I take
n- p)ride in telling it over and over
se again. It shows what science is
ut connected with the detection of
or crime, and it also shows from what
d,a slight link a massive chain of
conclusive evidence may be forged.
nit I say 1 look back to it with pride,
tsand I can only hope that an in
y, telligent public will hear and ap
prove my recital-the story of the
inl UNKNOWN DEATHf.
to A JAPANEsE BEAUTY DEscRIBED.
-A face of classical beauty, ac
e-. cording to Japanese notions, comn
bined with great modesty of ex
pression, black hair turned up and
'ornamented with long gold pins
an and scarlet crape flowers, an out
er robe of the most costly silk,
3r. embroidered in gold and confined
to at the waist by a scarf,upon which
n- the highest female art has bcen
exp)endedl in ornament, and tied
!" in a large bow behind, the ends
ri- flowing over a long train formed
he by seven or eight silk petticoats,
in each longer and richer than the
other. She must be accomplished
le in music, embroidery, singing,
Ow and, above all, in skilifully impro
Ivising verses for the delectation
th- of her future lord. Duty, a bun
dle cf keys, weekly accounts, and
all good hlousewifery, are all very
ty, well. They are expected--the Ja
at panese gentlemen requires all
that; but he wishes-nay, insists
sinl upon the marriage-yoke being en
an- twined with roses and padded with
tile softest silk. It must not chafe;
3nt if it does, off he goes to his club,
or, what is nearly as bad, his tea
an, house. The law allows him to do
ch- so, and is he not lord of the land ?
A greenhorn sat for a long
otime very attentively musing over
at a cane bottomed chair. At length
he said, "I wonder what fellow
ar holes and put straws around
ose Landlady-( fi e r c e 1 y )-You
mustn't occupy that bed with your
red boots on. Boarder--Never mind
her they're an old pair. I guess th<
ent -bed bugs cant hurt 'em. I'll risk
MINI) AND MATTER.
TIIE WON D1RFV L PoWER OF I EADIN
John R. Brown, a bcardles!
young gentleman t w e n y-tw
years of age, whose home is ir
Council 13"11t4 Iowa, has excited
a good deal of curiosity the las
'ew days by his exhibition of minc
reading. at the Siurtevant Hous(
in New York City. Mr. Brown
is highly charged with some mys
terious power which give.; hirm
control over the thoughts of oth
ers. He does not claim to be
S'piritualist, and distinctly say
that prophecy is not a part of hi.
art. He takes the haud of anoth
er and thus establishes a chair
alotg which the magnetic curreni
flows. Brown's mind is passive,oi
at least it thinks only the thoughti
which the brain thinks w i t L
which it is in systematic contact
The thoughts of the subject whos<
hands he holds are photograph
ed to his own brain, and hence
the subject can have no se
cret from the operator or re
ciever. You may hide an ar
ticle in any out-of-the-way place
and if you will concentrate youi
thoughts upon the thing, Mr
Brown will take your baud anC
lead you directly to it. You ma3
write down the name of any plac<
or individual and Mr. Brown, al
th.ough not in the room when yoi
made the writing will quick],
spell out the name for you. B3
means of a copper wire be can es
tablish a current between himsel:
and yourself and recieve th<
brain messages. He is the batter:
and you are the instrument. 11
has been put to very severe test
by the sceptical journalists and sc
entists of .New York, and has a<
quitted himself in such a way, tha
the greatest doubter cannot hes
tate to believe in his powers.
He does simply what he says h
will do. He is a riddle to himsel:
as he is to all who have seen hir
operate. That his power is gres
is undeniable, but just what it i
is a question which the wises
cannot answer. The New Yorl
Yesterday Mr. Brown gave:
private exhibition to a select con
pany including several represent:
tives of the press. The plac
chosen for the experiments was
large parlor and bedroom in th
Sturtevaut House. He explaine
beforehand that he was obligedt
useca certain amount of macbiner'
This latter consisted of the letter
of the alphabet printed on a piec
of pasteboard, and a long piec
of brass wire. He did not hav
the wire, the utility of which wil
be explained hereinafter, but h
exhibited the printed letters.
The latter were strung aroun
the walls of the parlor and M1
Brown commenced his interestin
exhibition. He stated in the fire
place. that any individual in th
room might hide an article an2
where in the house, and that,i
ccrtain conditions were complie
with he would certainly point ot
where it was hidden by readin
his thoughts. A gentleman in th
company left the room, and r<
turned in a few minutes. M
Brown then blindfolded himse
with a linen handkerchief, too
hold of the gentleman's left han
with his own right hand, and, a
ter a few eccentric movementi
namely, pressing his hand sever:
times over the gentleman's arn
and across his forehead,the two le:
the p)arlor, followed by the comp
ny, and proceeded to search f<
the bidden article. The gentlema
submitting to the experiement w:
led, or rather pulled, by M
Brown through the corridors of t!
hotel and into a half dozen char
bers until one was reached whe1
Brown stopped before a bures
with about a dozen drawers, an
pointing to one particular drawe
said : "You will find it there."
The hidden article, a pocket knif
was found in the drawer. Tl
gentleman said that he had folloa
ed the course wvhich Brown ha
taken before he hid the knife, a:
expressed himself as much asto
ished. The next test was mai
by a gentleman who went in
an adjoining apartment and sele
ted a rosette in one of three c
mask curtains, as an object up
which to concentrate his though
Mr. Brown, preparing himself
before, led the gentleman to t
window curtain, and after a m
ute's hesitation over a tass
placed his hand upon the roset
The gentleman stated that he b
at first thought of the tassel, I
had finally concluded to cho<
the rosette. Mr. Lewis Lelai
of he hotel askerd Mr. Brown
tel him the name of his birth-place
The latter blindfolding himsell
and taking the hand of Mr. Leland
in the manner before described.
led him) around the room, and
pointing to the printed letters o:
the alphabet suspended on th
wall1, spelted out the name "Lan,
-rove." This is a small town in
Vermont, and the birth-place 0
Mr. Leland. In the same manner
_1r. Brown picked out the letters
of the alphabet, spelling "George.'
the Christian name of George F
Rowe, a reporter of the Tnes
drowned some time ago. on the
- request of his brother, who was
present. and also the name of a
- town in Turkey, denominated
t "Abeih," where one of that com
pany was born. In the latter
test Mr. Brown missed the letter
e, which the gentleman making
the test stated was probably owing
to the fact that he had himsell
hesitated over it while mentally
spelling the word. Another test
to which Mr. Brown was subject
ed was made by a gentleman wbc
fixed his thoughts upon a watch.
- seal worn by Mr. Leland, which
was quickly pointed out as the
object selected. Mr. Brown vol.
- unteered to read the ,-houghtc
- of another without coming in di
rect contact with him,but throug
the medium of a third person. T<
do this he blindfolded himself a
before, and while taking the hanc
of a third party-the latter plac
ing his hand on his (Brown's) fore
-ead, the man whose thought
were to be read took hold of th<
F wrist of the medium of communica
tion, and so the three proceede(
around the room until the objec
was pointed out, or the letteri
3 spelling the word thought of wer<
spelled out from the alphabet.
e The reporter of the Time-s, desi
s rous of making this test, did so
together with Mr. Leland. Th,
metalic tag hanging to the key ii
the door was the object selecte<
for a concentration of thought.
After his usual preparation, Browi
e immediately led the way to th,
door. Wh en he reached it be fel
around it for a few minutes, an<
t the Times' reporter, believin,
S that the scent was lost, allowe<
t his thoughts to be directed to oth
er objects. As these objects pre
sented themselves to his mind
a Brown would immediately leal
Lhim and his companion to them
SAt last a violent effort was mad
a to concentrate attention exclusive
a ly on the key-tag. and Brown a
e once led the way to it. This tes
d satisfied the reporter that th
0 'workings of his mind had been irr
-* plicitly followed by Brown, an
s that every deviation from a direc
e course was due to the thoughts o
e other objects which would persist
e ently obtrude themselves. Mr
I Brown is ignorant of the caus<
e of his wonderful power. He be
- lieves th at spiritualism has nothing
d to do with it, and regards profes
'- sional spiritualists as humbuge
g In the 'experiments yesterday hi
twas obl;ged to lead those making
e tests around the r6om by the hand
If provided with a brass wire
fthe person testing his power coul<
d take hold of one end of the wir<
t and remain in his chair. Ho i
g not infallible, however, in the us,
e of the wire, and prefers to hol<
Sthe hand. It does not appea
r. that Mr. Brown's gift can be mad
If very useful, although he says tha
k by the means of it he has die
d covered the g ui lt of severa
E- criminals in the West. He say
s, also that he is able to som(
il times read the thoughts of oth
n ers sitting near him, but car
It not remember them for an;
1length of time. He believes tha
>r in the course of time his power
.n of thought reading- will be s
is strongly developed that he will b
r. able to express the thoughts<
ie others without the use of the a
uA rather remarkable case can
dup lately before the sheriff<
Perthshire. A farmer near Auci
_terarder had sold a cow to a pe
son named Perth, and the buy!
esummoned the farmer in orderi
recover damages, seeing that I
dhad given false information aboi
dthe cow. "I asked him," said tt
n-plain tiff,"if shewas agood milker
l"And what was his reply !" T
to said, '-She'll astonish you!I"
ctook the cow home, but she h
not a single drop of milk
* Well," said the sheriff, "I rath
think she did astonish you."
as A Japanese has a string
he names awful to contemplate ; f
in- besides the name he receives
el, birth, he takes a second on attai
te. ing his majority, a third at I
ad .marriage, a fourth if he be appoir
ed to an puli'unction, a fif
>should he rise in rank and dignit
>and so on to the last name, giv
:id, after death and inscribed upon 1
TIE PONY-RIDERS 3IS
There was an excited crowd
gaithered about the Pony Express
station at McPherson's. The west
ern-1o10un1id rider had arrived wit ii a
bullet in his leg, and reported that
the Pawnees were off their reser
vation, and were advancing on the
settlement. He had met them
between the last station and Mc.
Pherson's, and they had given
chase. McPherson's could boast
of but seventy-five souls at Lhat
time before the railroad came. and
there were but forty men who were
capable of defending the place.
Whatever was to to be done had
to be done quickly. Fort Grattan
was eighty miles north-west. and a
a rider was dispatched in haste.
Fort Kearney was seventy miles
southeast, and who would summon
aid from there ? It was a danger
ous undertaking. The route lay
right through the hostile country,
and the messenger would be al
most sure to meet the Indians.
The pony-riders as a general thing,
were fearless men, but this proposi
tion was so fraught with danger
that they were loth to undertake
"Ef Slade was only here !" cried
an old man, "there'd be no hesita
tion while wimmen and children
were in danger !"
"I'll go !' and a bright-eyed,
fearless-looking young fellow step
"Good !" said the old man, press
ing his hand. "Old Jin Johnson
sez no! Old Jim Johnson! You
hear me! There's more sc'nse in
Essex's Cazeba then the hull lot
of you. Pick your boss, boy, an'
ride for your life. See! three's
Nelly lookin' at you. For her
sake, Willy, ef no one's else.
Thirty-five helpless wimmen and
children; think of it! Ride your
best, an' when you git to the sta
tion you may git a relief. Post
'em there, an' when you git to the
fort tell the commandant to send
on some cavelry as soon as possi
ble. Fetch the sojers. an' we'll
send the Reds to Californy! Nel
ly Johnson's yourn as soon as you
git back. Good-by, boy, an' God
There was a spring, a rush of
hoofs, and the ride to Kearney
had begun. Right gallantiy the
little horse sprang away at her
rider's bidding, and the eyes of
sweet Nelly Johnson kept upon
them until horse and rider faded
away upon the horizon.
Love was one incentive for the
pony-rider's mission, and the de
sire to save the people of McPher
son's from a bloody death was the
other. Did man ever risk life in
a better cause? Onward swept
the little horse, her flying heels
throwing up a cloud of dust which
hovered in the air for hundreds of
yards behind her. To the left of
them glided the still waters of the
Platte, and on the righbt the boun d
less green of the p)rairie. The
-rider sat firm as a rock, his daunt
less face looking straight ahead
and wearing an air which seem
ed to say it was all for the sake
of iNelly Johnson.
You may talk of the Mamelukes,
Sthe Tartar horsemen, the savage
SBedouins, and all the wild riders,
but what are they to compare
with our American pony-riders
men who were fearless and braved
-every danger; who ran the risk
1of life in every mile they dashed
Sover; men who were expected to do
-fifty miles at top speed in daylight
or dark, rain or shine, hot or cold?
But the railroad has done away
with the pony-rider, and we here
tno more of such exploits as that
sof the remowned Jimmy Moore.
Onward swept the brave little
horse, and at last the station came
in view. A minute more and
horse and rider was at the door.
No relay was t.here to meet them.
not a sign of life was to be seen,
e but there were hoof-tracks in ev
fery direction, showing that the
1- relief had fled. Giving the horse
r'- a drink. he mounted, and again
r they were on the way to Kearney.
o0 Further on they came upon a large
Le object in the center of the trail
it It was the western-bound stage
e with the horses gone, the driver
" between the fore-wheels with a
[e bullet in his head, the passengers
'I lying about the road, and the con
is ductor in the boot wounded untc
."death One horrified 1 o o k , ai
er pause, and faster fled the horse.
Mile after mile is left behind, sta
of tion after station is passed, an~
rno relief. Will they ever get tc
at' Kearney ?
n. On the prairie to the right ol
is them appear ahost ofn2ouinted men
t-They are the pets of the Peac
hCommission on their annual ma
,raud. Turning with a triumphani
eyell they speed to head the ridei
uis off. Narrower grows the space
between them, and the gallan
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horse redoubles his exertions.
In the van of the savages rides
a tall chief mounted upon a pow
erful horse, his plumes streaming
in the wind as he urges the noble
aninal he bestrides. Young Essex
can es'ap)e if he turns back. But
no! The sweet face of Neliv
Johnson and the shrinking forms
of the defenceless little ones come
before his view and dashing the
perspiration from his brow the
pursued dash onward. But a four
miles more and succor is at hand !
Nearer come the pursuers. Now
ride young Essex for it is three
score lives to one! Speed brave lit
tle horse; strain every muscle and
nerve heart, for your work will
well be done! Ride, young Essex,
for everything is at stake! On
ward rushed the horse, her hoofs
beating time to the short, quick
breaths. The gap closes ! Twang!
a sharp pain in the side, and the
rider reeled in the . saddle, the
whip is raised for the first time,
and faster fled the horse.
And now the green ramparts
and stockaded gates of Fort Kear
ney came in view. Tbe- baffled
savages turn and set otit rapidly
up the trail, while the fainting ri
der checks the faltering steps of
his dying horse. One last look at
the waving sea of green, and they
entered the gates thrown open to
In the center of the parade
stands a group of men about a
horse and rider. The horse is
down now, and from his nostrils
gushes the life-current, and beside
her lies the rider.
Young Essex raised his head
from the arm which supported it,
"Pawnees off' their reservation.
McPherson's station's cleaned out
--help-quick ! My love to-to
And grasping the reins with
stiffening clutch, the barbed shaft
eating out his soul, he sank upon
the pony's neck.
Their brave hearts had ceased
to beat.-New Yori: rapTic.
MUNCHAUSEN IN THE PULPIT.
A Selma (Ala.) colored preacher
has, according to a Southern ex
change, been telling his congrega
tion a strange yarn. He said that
a young man, living in one of the
many towns that he had visited,
asked a young lady to accompany
him to church on the Sabbath day.
She replied, pettishly, that her
hair had not been curled, and that
she would go to the bad place with
her eyes wide open before she
would venture to church with
her hair uncurled. And she went
not. at that time; but the next
Sunday having gotten her curls
adjusted. she ventured out and
listened patiently to the sermon
until its close.
When the congregation had
been diss missed she moved toward
the door, but fell on reaching the
portal, with her feet to the door
and her head toward the pulpit.
As she fell her clothing cracked
like Chinese crackers exploding,
and on examining her face it was
found that her eyelids were com
pletely gone. She was dead but
it was imp)ossible to close her eyes
because of the loss of the lids.
When her friends crowded around
to raise her up they found them
selves unable to move her. The
sequel showed that it took twelve
strong men to lift her from the
floor and twelve to put her in her
It also required the united exer
tions of twelve ministers to preach
her funeral-an exceeding heavy
job, doubtless. When the last
sad rites were being observed, the
lid of the coffin suddenly raised
of its own accord, and something
"about the size of a black cat, but
which was not a black cat," leap
ed out. And as this creature
jumped from the coffin to the floor,
it cried aloud to the petrified aud
ience. "Wait ! wait ! wait ! until
I curl my hair !" "As I expect to
answer in the day of judgment,"
said the sable divine, "I saw this
scene with my own eyes, and it
was just as I have told it !"
Dr. Tyng, in his "Christian Pas
tor," rebukes the disgusting habits
a which some ministers indulge,
saying he has seen a clergyman
in a highly finished pulpit take a
large piece of tobacco out of his
mouth when he began to pray,
and after the amen pick it up from
-emarble slab and put it in his
capac cheek again.
An irishman who had just l
ed said: "The first bit of mate 1
ever ate in this country was a
roasted potato boiled yesterday.
A nd if you don't beieve me r ca