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Helena, Montana, Thursday, April 4, 1889. No. 19 <ÎV ÎÛ Cf My ïjcraltl. R. E. FISK D. W. FISK ». J. FISK. Publishers and Proprietors. Largoït Circulation of any Paper in Montana -o Rates ot Subscription. WEEKLY °HERALD: Or.P Year. (in n<lv»»nc«*)............................. 93 00 HI* Months, (In advance)............................... 1 75 Three Months, (In advance)........................... 1 00 When not paid for In advance the rat« will be Four Dollars peryeaii Postage, in all cases, Prepaid. DAILY HERALD: pity Subscribers,delivered by carrier J1.00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. 89 00 Htx Months, by mall, (in advance)............... 5 00 Thrt-e Months, by mail, (in advance)........... 2 50 if not paid in advance, 812 per annum. : Entered at the Postoffice at Helena as second dar- B atter.] communications should be addressed to FISK BROS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. A PRIZE STORY. Trail'dV ot Duncan's Head in the Cascades. 4 .Murderer Meets Hi- Doom by a Falling Crag. At the foot of one of the mighty peaks that rear their stately heads above the Cascade range, was a jagged rock whose fire-scarred outline' l ore a strange resemblance to a human head. The eyes, beneath theirlowering brows, seemed forever searching the ha/.y distance, and keeping a tireless watch over the beauti ful valley below. Could the rudely carved lip' have 'jtoken they might have told marvel OU' «tories of the wonderful panorama time had unroll« d. Grim and unyielding it stood like a sentinal of the ages, sending a voiceless "all's well" back to the majestic mountains, as the Years rolled by and «till it« foundations stood firm. And age slowly cooled the passionate tires in the monarch's breast, its heart-throbs • eased to shake its rock-bound sides, it drew its ermir ■■ • losely about its royal shoul der«, while the pine woods crept lovingly up about it« feet. '•Confound the luck!" 'Ihisw. Marcoe's more forcible than ele- gant exclamation, as the blacksmith surveyed him w tth the lordly manner of "one who knows his worth ' (he was the only smith within ten mile« and calmly informed him that four men were ahead of him, and he must wait his turn. -\ou can't make Bradley's no how today," Continued the knight of the anvil, "so you might as well take it easy. The only stopping place between here and there is at Duncan,s Head and you'll get there easy before dark." But Marcoe derived scant comfort from this assurance", for he felt confident that his sturdy horse, but for the loss of his shoe, would have carried him to his destination before nightfall. He had almost determined to travel all night, when a glance at the cloudy horizon, and the threatening undertone which sounded now and then in the pleasant wind that was blowing, warned him of a storm not far off, and calming his rising indignation against Providence by grimly repealing to himself, "John Rodgers, John Rodgers," tn imitation of the philosophical Josiah Allen's wife, he resigned him«etf to his fate, aud betook him sell to a log-house near by, which bore the legend, "Metropolitan House." The Metrojxditan house proved to be like the old lady's cottage, which, you remember, was small outside, but had a great number of large room«, at least the room he entered was large, for it contained a stock of general mer chandise, the postoffice, the bar. the dinner table of the hotel and a promiscuous assem blage of American citizens, who were discuss ing the foreign policy of the administration, and filling the air with mingled profanity and tobacco smoke. The on! y sdent person iu the room seemed to he an old gentleman of Mormon proclivi ies. who was in consequence politically ostra ct«ed by die influental circle now debating on matters of state. He >at at one side of the box stove blinking fetl ly, and expectorating at a mark on the wall opposite to keep himself awake. The entrance of a stranger was sufficent to arouse hi« interest immediately, and he sidled oxer and opened fire at once. "Howdy, stranger?" Marcoe gave him a freezing look that would have paralized one of his Eastern friends, but slid from his interlocutor's hardened sensibili tie« like the drew off a cabbage leaf. "\V 1 îere 'er you from ?" p>olitely offering a chew. "Seattle," growled Marcoe, as he refused the frindiy attention. "Yes? Been to Seattle myself; fine place, Seattle, but how long have you been there ?" "Two weeks." "Only two weeks! Reckon you don't know much about it. then; good town, but right here is the place that could beat it, if we could only get a railroad up here. Finest location in a«hington territory. I've got a ranch here that I'loxx to cut up into town lots, and name it Empire City. You just wait two or three years, till there's a four or five story bricks over yonder where you see my wood-pile, and a hundred thousand people are a livin' on this side hill, where will Seattle and Tacoma and ail them places be then ? I tell you, stranger, if you're a lookin' for an investment that ill make 500 per cent in the next twelve months, 1'nie your man." Marcoe began to suspect that the fossil be fore him had been a real estate agent in some formet stage of existance, and again sought re r 'et in thinking of the martyred Rodgers, but luckily for him his nexv friend's curosity got the better of his business instincts, and he asked: "Where did you come from to Seattle ?" "I*hio." "V es? Why I've been there myself. Ever been 111 Cincinnati ?" "That is my home." "You don't say! Why, I've got a cousin livin'there. Tall chap—street car driver name's Jones. You'd remember if you'd seen him. he's ?o uncommonly tall." "I don't know Mr Jones." " ! •> n't ? Mebbe you're not much acquaint ed there. Where 'er you going ?" "To Bradley's." "You don't say ? Why you can't get to Bradley's to-day. Where do you 'low to stop to night; here to the hotel, or are you goin' on?" 'True going as far as the next stage station." "To Duncan's Head? Queer place, Dun Can - Head; been there myself. Man mur dered there three years ago—man that killed hmi lives there yet." 00 75 00 be 00 00 50 a "Why didn't they punish him ?" queried Marcoe, and hated himself immediately for adding this slight fuel to the old man's loqua city. "Self defense, you know. Ed Hexter, that keeps the station, was the man. Good felloxv, too,Ed is. He never would have no quarrel with this man he killed, though he was fore ever tryin' to kick up a row, bein' dead gone on Ed's girl. 1 ine girl, too, she is; not many like her in these parts. Old MeLeod, ine girl's grandfather, he favored Ed, as most anybody would as had any sense. The old man was the first settler hereabouts. 'Twas him that named that rock by the station Dun can's Head—minded him of something in Scotland, where he came from prob'ly. He didn't have any kindly feelin' for this Cali fornia fellew. Allen, his name was, and he told him so flat one day when he xvas cornin' from the saw mill, and he come acrost him right on tne brink by the bank; you'll see the place, where the creek goes through the cut; powerful deep, too, it is. He gave the old man some sass and he answered him kinder contemptuous, and the coward up and hit him. McLeod's upward to 80 years old. Ed he happened along just then, and he called out and told him if he wanted to fight to take some one that was a match for him, and if he hit the old man again he'd throw him over the cliff. At that the Cajiforny fel low drawed a knife and made a lunge at him, and gave him an ugly cut; but Ed he just give him one with his fist and he staggered back and fell right off into the creek bottom. Kil led him dead. They fished around some for him, but they did'nt find his body. Guess no body cared much; he didn't have a friend nowhere. Nobody ever mentioned such a thing as having Ed took up for it." "And, I suppose, he married and lived happy ever afterward, as all the stories wind up, on paper ?" said Marcoe, who by this time evinced a lazy interest. •No. That's where the funny part comes The girl she got some sort of cranky no tion in her head that she wouldn't marry a man as had killed anybody; and though the old man has done his best to change her mind, and Ed has, too. she says she'll never marry anybody; and I 'low she won't neither. She's one o ' the kind that holds on to an dea like grim death and don't change her mind for nobody. An' these ain't the only queer doin's there. Some folks '1ow t there's arendyvoo for thieves thereabouts, and others are certain there's somethin' supernatural about it. It's a fact, though, that there's been considerable petty stealin' goin' on there the past two or three years, mostly provisions and such, but nobody's ever been ketched. A man has been seen prowlin' around on dark nights, and some claim to have seen a ghostly somethin' about the big rock, but I ain't got much faith in sjiooks. I had a strange thing happen to me though, when I v as livin' at Salt Lake. I was ridin' along late one night, when all to onct-" At this moment a small boy appeared and announced that "the black hoss was shod," and Marcoe was soon galloping over the future site of Empire City, while the tall chim ney of the Metropolitan house speedily disap peared from view. The western sky was clear and the sun shown brightly, but the dark line above the hills and the gray shadows on the snow fields of the mountain portended a rain. The roads were smooth and hard and gave back a pleas ant sound beneath the swift feet of the black, and the subtle intoxication of the fresh, pure air soon cleared the brain of his rider of its impatience, and both felt a keen thrill of pleasure in the mere fact of being alive. The dying foliage of the willow massed it self in banks of glowing yellow against the sombre green of the firs, and millions of creep ing green things, roused from their summer lethargy by the autumn rains, pushed their way defiantly through the caqiet of pine and tamarack needles which strove to cover them. So fair, indeed, was the whole shining landscape, that the traveler enjoyed every step of his ride, and rode into the little sta tion at dusk in the best possible humor with himself and the world in general. He had forgotten all about the story told by the future founder of the Empire City, until he noticed the uncanny crag, which looked re markably life-like in the gathering gloom, and as he greeted the tall, broad shouldered young fellow who came out of the stage stable, it suddenly occured to him that he must be speaking to the hero of the Duncan Head tragedy. "People rarely stop here over night," was the reply to his request for lodging; the stage only changes horses here for the long hill, and passengers don't often stop. If you can put up with what accomodations I can offer you, you're welcome to stop with me, I'm sure." Marcoe felt an instinctive liking, at first sight, for this pleasant faced mountaineer who had such a dark page in his history, and the feeling deepened as he talked to him, ate at his hospitable bachelor board and spread his blankets for the night before his glowing fire place. A dozen times it was on his tongue's end to ask him some leading question, but the fear of being impertinent restrained him, and as he met the earnest, kindly gaze, as open as that of a child, there seemed a cruel irony in a fate that would compel such a man to go through life under the ban of a murder er. Musing thus he dropped to sleep. It must have been about 10 o'clock when two pistol shots, fired in rapid succession, roused him. Almost before he realized where he was, he was dressed and started for the door, but Hexter was there before him. As it opened he saw that it was storming, for a gust of wind carried the cold rain across the cabin and scattered the embers upon the hearth. Silently, but with a foreboding sense of some calamity, they ran across the road to the cabin opposite, whence the sound had seemed to come. Entering without ceremony the scene before them seemed to Marcoe so horrible that it must be a creation of his half roused brain and he would awake to find it a hideous dream. Upon the floor lay a gray haired man with the blood streaming from a ghastly wound in his side, while a xvhite faced girl bent over him, trying in vain to stanch the flow. "My boy," came tremblingly from the dying lips, as Hexter knelt down and lifted his head tenderly, and a look of agony sxvept over his face as he saw how surely the deadly bullet had done its work. "O Jennie ! how did did it happen ? Who did it?" he cried. "I don't know, Ed; I didn't see any one. We hadn't gone to bed yet, and I xvas sit ting by the table reading. Grandfather got up to xvalk across the floor and I heard the shots and the room xvas full of smoke, but I couldn't see any one or hear anything else." Every pane of the little window xvas intact, the door showed no bullet holes, and it was impossible that a shot could have penetrated the xvalls, for the cabin xvas built of massive logs and had proved a staunch protection against many an Indian raid in the early days for in a of the settlement. It seemed incredible that anyone could have entered the cabin so quiet ly as to be unseen, and certainly no one could have left it after the shots xvere fired. The old man spoke again, and the murderer xvas for the moment forgotten, but the xvords he xvould have uttered died away in an articulate murmur. The ashen hue of death settled over the wrinkled features, and the old Scotchman lay, like some giant pine of his own beloved highlands, shattered and cast to earth by the storm blast. For a fexv moments nothing was heard but the girl's sobs, and Hexter stood beside her, his head bent over his breast. All observa tion xvas centered on the prostrate man xvhen the calico curtain, xvhich hid a small ward robe under the narroxv stair, was thrown noiselessly aside and a man darted out of the house before a hand could be raised to stop him. Both men started in pursuit, but outside night was sc dark they were guided only by the sound of flying footsteps and an occasional lightning flash. Up and up over the rocky hillside xvent the fugitive till he paused on very brink of the chasm beneath the cjii and listened to see if he was followed. The fury of the tempest, for the moment, drowned all other sounds. Great stones on the steep slope, loosed by the flood of waters sweeping down upon them, fell splashing into the stream, the forest trees clashed against each other as the wind tore off great branches and hurled them to the ground. As he paused his pursuers gained upon him, and xvere within a few yards when a vivid flash revealed their eager faces to each other. Marcoe saxv a look of terror overspread his companion's face, while speedily gave xvay to deadly hatred, transforming the naturally mild features, as he real-zed that a living man, not a spirit, stood before him. With a great cry he darted forxvard. "You villain ! I have thought for three years I was your murderer; now I will be, in earnest, if I can get my hands on you !" But a poxver higher than Hexter had de creed otherxvise. He was not permitted to stain his hands with such ignoble blood. Even as he spoke the whole earth seemed to tremble; a great sheet of rain sxvept through the xvood, as if the mountain xvept in agony: a crash, as if its very heart strings xvere rent, and the giant head above them xvavered, «wayed forxvard and fell with a mighty crash into the abyss, burying beneath its ruins for ever the man xvho had xvrought so much evil to Duncan's Head. Back through the night they xvent, xvith the echo of the fall ringing in their ears, but Hexter's feet, made sxvift by the burden rol led from his heart, reached the cabin first. Bursting in he knelt beside the silent form xvhere the weeping girl still cowered. "O, Jeanie, Jeanie ! I didn't kill Allen. Duncan's Head has fallen and killed him. Jeanie, look at me. O, my darling, there is no shadow betxveen us now!" Panting and dreanched, Marcoe reached the door just as Jeanie, with all the repressed tenderness of three long years in her eyes, stretched her hand to her lover across the quiet breast of the man xvho loved them both, and turning silently he went out again into the night. WARNING TO YOUNG MEN. The Sad Case of Lover with a Hole in Hla Pocket. Jenkinson Wipedunks would not have ex changed situations xxith the president of the United States, the Prince of Wales or the drum major of a brass band. Felisty McGinnis had answered "yes" in a voice as soft and gentle as the sigh of music in a dreamless sleep or the murmuring wail of a caressing breeze from lethean waters soothingly fanning the whiskers of Father Time. "Felisty," he exclaimed rapturously, as his left hand and arm disappeared from sight with a rapid yet sneaking motion toward the back of the sofa on which they sat, and the fingers of his right hand appeared to be feel ing for something in his vest pocket, "you have made me the happiest man in the world." The timid, upturned glance of her liquid, dark eyes and the warm blush that over spread the happy face of the lovely girl re plied more eloquently than words could have done. "And you will forgive my presumption, darling," he continued, "if in anticipation of your answer I have ventured to provide my self with—with—a—with—a" Jenkinson paused in some apparent excite ment, and his finger and thumb nervously explored his vest pocket without see ming to find anything. "I—I must have lost it!" he gasped. "Fe listy, it was a ringl Ha! Perhaps it is in some other pocket." Rising to his feet he thrust a trembling hand into his trousers pocket. There was a hole in that pocket. "Jenkinson," said Felisty, as she noted with concern his ghastly face, on which the light of a desperate resolve was breaking, "don't grieve over it. It will turn up. You are excited. Is there anvthing I can do to" "Yes," exclaimed Jenkinson in a hollow voice. "Felisty, I think I know where that ring is. If you would do me a favor I shall never forget until the last hour of my life, for the love of heaven go and get me a boot jack and leave me to myself for a few mo ments."—Chicago Tribune. One of Lincoln's Stories. "I remember the last time I ever heard Lincoln converse," said Gen. Porter. "W# were discussing the subject of England's as sistance to the south, and how, after the col lapse of the confederacy, England would find that she had done the south not much good and herself much harm. " 'That reminds me,' said Mr. Lincoln, *of a barber in Sangamon county. A man woke him up one night and said he must get shaved ; that he was going to a ball and he had a fexv days' beard on his face which must come off. Well, the barber lathered his face and his nose and ears and slapped some of it in his mouth, and stropped the razor on his boot. Then he mowed over one ride of his face and shaved off two or three pimples and a wart or two. And the man in the chair—a common low backed chair which nearly dislocated his neck—said, "You pro pose to make everything level as you go, don't you?" "Yes," replied the barber; "if the handle of this razor don't break I'll get away with what there is there." [Laughter.] " 'The man's cheeks were so hollow that the barber couldn't get down into all the valleys. But he had a bright idea. He stuck his finger into the fellow's mouth and pressed out the wrinkles so as to level them. And so he mowed axvay with the razor until finally he outright through the man's cheek and cut his own finger. " 'There, you lantern jawed cuss, you have made me cut my finger 1'exclaimed the bar ber as he shook off the blood." [Laughter.}— From a Recent Speech of Gen. Porter. ! P? JOHN DAVIS WASHBURN. Minister From the Greatest to the Smallest Republic. John Davis Washburn was born in Bos ton in 1833. He was gradnated from Har vard College in 1853, and from the Harvard law school in 1856. Mr. Washburn is in the insnrance business. He eerved in the Legislature four years from 1866, and was a Senator in 1884, when failing health obliged him to seek recreation in Europe. He has been Counsellor and Secretary of the American Antiquarian Sociefy and is now a Counsellor of the Massachusetts His torical society. The distinguished gentle man is an original member of the Ameri can Historical Association, and a corres ponding member of the Georgia Historical Society. He is also a member of the Board of Trustee s of Clark University, is Vice President of the Worcester Clnb, President of the Merchant's and Farmer's Mutual Fire Insurance Company and Treasurer ot the Washburn Memorial Hospital. No man in Worcester, the city of his residence, is equally distinguished locally for public spirit. ei v STANLEY MATTHEWS, Justice of the U. 8. Supreme Court, Died March 22. Justice Matthews was nominated by President Hayes, bnt his nomination was not acted on, and he was renominated by President Garfield. His appointment was confirmed by the Senate on the 12th of May, 1881. He was born in Cincinnati, Ohio, Jnly 21, 1824. Edncated at Woodward High School and Kenyon College, he was gradu ated from this institution of learning in 1840. He read law, was admitted to the bar and opened an office at Cincinnati. His first office was that af Jndge of the Court of Common Pleas of Hamilton county, which he resigned on the 1st of January, 1853. In the same year he was elected to the State Senate. He acted as United States District Attorney for the Southern District of Ohio from 1858 to March, 1861, when he resigned the office to enter the army. In Jane of the same year he was commissioned Lieutenant Colonel of the Twenty-third Ohio Volante* r Infantry and Colonel of the Fifity-first Ohio Volun teer Infantry the next November. In April, 1863, he was appointed a Jndge of the Superior Court ot Cincinnati. He re signed this office in Joly, 1868. His name appeared as a Presidential Elector on the Lincoln and Johnson ticket of 1864, and on that of Grant and Colfax in 1868. He was defeated in rnnning for membership in the House of Representatives in 1876, but in March, 1877, was elected to the Senate of the United States, and served from October 15,1887, to March 3, 1879, completing the term of John ShermaD, who had resigned. The Centennial Inauguration. New York, March 28.—The following telegram sent to-day explains itself: Hod. Benjamin Harrison, President of the United States, Washington: The com mittee on the centennial celebration of the inauguration of George Washington as President of the Unittd States respectfully ask that you issue a proclamation calling upon clergymen to hold special service of thanksgiving in the chart-lies tbronghont the country at 9 o'clock on the morning of April 30th, the same hour in which services were held in the churches of this city on the morning of Washington's inauguration, one hundred years ago. The clergymen of New York, through a special committee, have issued an address to the clergymen of the United States that religious service will be held similar to the service of April 30,1789. Our committee would respect fully ask you, inasmuch as the day is a na tional holiday, to suggest in yonr procla mation that the day be made memorable through the States by the decoration of baildings, display of fireworks and meet ings of patriotic citizens. Hamilton Fish, President. Hugh J. Grant, Chairman. a I to in he in BILL NYE ON TH1 ROAD. in of is of A Few Remarks on the Peculiarities ot Porters. I carry with me, this year, a small, sorrel bag, weighing a little over twenty ounces. It contains a slight bottle of horse medicine and a powder rag. Sometimes it also con tains a costly robe de nuit, when I do not forget and leave said robe in the sleeping car or hotel. I am not overdrawing this matter, however, when I say honestly that the shrill cry of fire at night in most any hotel in the United States now would bring to the fire escape from one to six employes of said hotel, wearing these costly vestments with my brief but imperishable name engraved on the bosom. This little traveling bag, which is not big ger than a man's hand, is rudely pulled out of my grasp as I enter the inn, and it has cost me $29 to get it back again from the porter. Besides, I have paid $8.35 for new bandies to replace those that had been torn off in a frantic scuffle between the porter and myself to seo which would get away xvith it. Yesterday I was talking xvith a reformed lecturer about this peculiarity of the porters. He said he used to lecture a great deal at moderate prices throughout the country, and after teu years of earnest toil he was enabled to retire with a rich experience and $9 in money. He lectured on phrenology and took his meals xxith the chairman of the lecture comm ittee. In Ouray, Colo., the baggageman allowed his trunk to fall from a great height and the lid xvas knocked off and the bust which tho professor used in his lecture was busted. IIo therefore had to borroxv a bald headed man to act as bust for him in the evening. After the close of the lecture the professor found that the bust had stolen the gross receipts from his coat tail pocket while he was lecturing. The only improbable feat ure about this story is the implication that a bald headed man xvould commit a crime. But still ho did not becomo soured. He pressed on and lectured to the gentle janitors of the land in piercing tones. He was always kind to every one, even when people criticised his lecture and went away before he got through. He forgave them and paid his bills just the same as ho did when people liked him. Once a newspaper man who had done him a great wrong and said that "tho lecture was decayed and that the professor would endear himself to every ono if ho would some night at his hotel, instead of blowing out tho gas and turning off his brains as he usually did, just turn off tho gas and blow out his brains." But the pro .'e^or did not go to his office and blow holes ir. his viscera. He spoke kindly to him always and onco when the two met in a barber shop, and it was doubtful which was "next," as they came in from opposite ends of the room, the professor gently yielded the chair to the man who had done him the great xxTong, and while the barber xvas shax'ing him eleven tons of ceil ing peeled off and fell on the editor who had oeen so cruel and so rude, and when they gathered up tho debris a day or txvo after wards it xvas almost impossible to tell which was ceiling and which was remains. So it is always best to deal gently xvith the erring, especially if yon think it will be fatal to them.—Bill Nye in New York World. _ Two Heroic Sotils. / ' "«•. r ....... \ ~ :Nli: .liiV.ti!fcI I ivîâil 11 Jr § "Dear George, I deem it only just to tell you that I am not the rich girl the world thinks me. My father's income is smaller than it has been, and my own private fort'ine, from my losses on the turf, yields less than thirty thousand a year." "Lulu, dear, do you think mo a fortune hunter that filthy lucre influences my love for you? Nex-er ! I love you all the more for your poverty."—Life. A Precious Air Custii^i. We were spending tho summer of '77 among the White mountains. Prominent among the guests at our hotel was old Mrs. R-, of Boston, alxvays prating of her blue blood and old connections, or wearying every one by appeals to come and assist her in look ing for various missing articles which through great carelessness she was invariably mislaying. Judge of our dismay when ono morning the old lady seated herself in a large moun tain xvagon that we had engaged to take us on a long day's excursion to Randolph Hill. In vain did we picture to her the fatigues of the drive and discomforts she would meet with—go she would ; and from tho moment we left the hotel door her fussing began. "Take care of my eye glasses, my dear, they belonged t*> my great grandmother;" and "May I ask you, my dear, to assist me in dis entangling the fringes of my shawl; being left me by a distinguished ancestor, I prize it highly," etc. Finally on our arrival at Randolph one of the gentlemen stepped forward to assist the old lady to dismount, when we were con vulsed by tbe following: "Take care, my dear sir, my air cushion; oh, take care; what would become of me should the air escape?" "I do assure you, madame," said he, "that I am handling it with great care, but do not distress yourself about it, for should it be como necessary it will give me great pleasure to inflate it for you." "Yes, yes," said the old lady; "butit would not be the same thing at all, for at present it contains the breath of a dear friend !"—Phil adelphia Press. A Missed Opportunity. "There's ono place where you haven't looked for burglars, Maria," said Mr. Good sleeper, lazily xvatching his wife as she got down on the floor, and, shutting one eye, tried to look into the two inch space under the bed for a burly robber. "T^ere?" she exclaimed nervously. "In the Bible, Maria; in the Bible." It didn't seem to impress her very much and he grew heavy hearted long hours afterward, when he remembered that he had intended to say dictionary.—Burdette in Brooklyn Eagle. ik tear 1 •* /y * SIR JULIAN PAUNCEFOTE. Newly Appointed British Minister to the United States. Sir Julian Panncefote, speaking of his appointment to Washington, said recently: "The position in question has been the am bition of my life." His pleasure in coming will not be more than commensurate with the welcome which will be given one of the mo9t distinguished authorities of the day on international law. The new British Minister was born in Munich on September 13, 1828. He was educated at Paris, Geneva aod at Marl borough College, England. In 1852 he was called to the bar at the Inner Temple. He was appointed Attorney-General of HoDg Kong in 1865, and was Chief Justice ot that colony from 1869 to 1874. In 1874 he was made Undersecretary of State for the Colonies. His next promotion was in 1876, when he became Lfgal Under Secretary of State for the Foreign Office. He was made Permanent Under Secretary in 1882. The honor of Knighthood was conferred upon him in 1874; in 1880 he was made a Com panion of the Bath, and in 1885 he received the Grand Cross of the Order of St. Michael and St. George. Sir Julian Panncefote is said to shine in society as in legal and diplomatic attain ments, and his daughter is described as a most attractive woman who will be an acquisition in Washington. His appoint ment as Minister to Washington is the more approved as daring tbe last six years he has devoted great attention to questions of coDFequence in the relatious of the United States with foreign powers, with England particularly. His acquaintance witd the fishery question is said to be thorough. \J 'täte CHARLES E. MITCHFLL, United States Commissioner of Patents. Chari* s E. Mitchell, of New Britain, Connecticut, £ Commissioner of Patents, is the most xvidely known patent attorney in New England. He is a native of Bristol, Connecticut, and is abont 54 years of age. Mr. Mitchell was educated at Brown Uni versity. ard has lived in New Britain about twenty five years. He has represented New Britain in the Legislature, was City Attorney for sev»ral years, and is one of the most prominent Republicans in the State The new Commissioner of Patents is a successful political speaker. He is a public spirited and liberal man. (£& Size of the Capitol. A peculiar thing about Pennsylvania avenue is its magnificent distance. Step out of one of the many hotels, and, like the tenderfoot near the mountain, you want to run up to the Capitol before breakfast. That big white dome appears to be only a few rods away. Walk it, and it is more than a mile. You are amazed. The Capitol does not seem large when you stand close to it, but it over shadows the xvhole city. It is a great building architecturally, if the rule is correct which a great architect once laid down, that a really great structure ap pears the larger the further you go from it. There are not many trees along the avenue, though a fexv or the old poplars are still here xvhich were planted in Jef ferson's time. Then the thoroughfare xvas laid out in three roadways, with two rows of poplars in the middle of the street. For half a century Pennsylvania avenue xvas a mud hole. It xvas not lighted till 1842. Still later it xvas paved with cobble stones. Not till 1870 was it made the dry, smooth floor it noxv is.— Washington Letter. Still Hope for Him. "Pm very much worried about my son.'' "What's the matter?" "Why, I've spent thousands of dollars educating him in elocution and oratory, and he can't make living, after all." "Why don't he start in business as a prize fighter?"—Lincoln Journal While a colored laborer xvas upheav ing the soil in the lot of J. R. Broad street, of Talladega, Ala., he unearthed a silver spoon having on it the initials "W. M. C.," and the date, "July, 1860." The spoon had lain there over twenty five years, and xx-as in good condition. THE APPROPRIATIONS. Statement of What it Costs to Knn the Government. Washington, March 29.—The clerks of the Appropriation Committees of the two honses, who are required by laxv to prepare statements of the appropriations made at each session, bave completed that duty and have compiled a statement, showing the appropriations for the fiscal years from 1875 to 1890. This table shows a con stantly bnt not regularly increasing total of appropriation. Appropriations for the year ending June 30, 1890, are as follows: Agriculture, $1,669,770; army, $24,000,116; diplomatic and consular, $1,980,025; Dis trict of Colombia, $5,687,406; fortifications, $1,233,594; Indian, 8,035,725; legislative and judicial, $20 840,537; military, $902, 767; navy, $21,692 510; pensions. $81,758, 200; postoffice, $66,605.344; sundry civil, $25,277,342; deficiencies, $316,423,360; mis cellaneous, $10,153,980; permanent appro priations, $191,691,656. The total appro priations made my each of the several Con gresses since 1874 are as follows : Forty third, $649,794.991; Forty-fourth, $594, 643.272; Forty fifth, $703,605,853; Forty sixth, $727,956,603; Forty-seventh, $777, 685,948; Forty-eighth, $655,268,402; Forty ninth, $746,243,514; Fiftieth, $817,878,075. f-ÄV. v. .**>•*' JOHN B. HENDERSON. A Distinguished Missourian Who May be Called Into the Public Service. John B. Henderson, of Missouri, was bom in Virginia, November 16,1826. When ten years of age he removed to Missouri with his parents. He spent his boyhood on a farm. While attaining an academic edu cation he mtintained himself by teaching. He was admitted to the bar in 1848. Shortly after he was elected to the States legisla ture. He was re-elected in 1856, and the same year was chosen a Presidential elec tor. Mr. Henderson was a delegate to the Charleston convention 1860. At the break ing ont of the late war he commanded a brigade of militia. On tbe expulsion of Senator Polk from the United States Sen ate, January . 0, 1862, Henderson was ap pointed to 8ncceed him. Th9 following year he was elected for the full term of six years. He was also a commissioner in 1867 to treat with hostile tribes of Indians. In 1875 Henderson was engaged by the At torney General to assist the United States District Attorney in the prosecution, at St. Lonis, of the Whiskey Ring. Hr. Hender son marrifd, as his second wife, the daugh ter of the late Admiral Foote. Memphis* Pretty School Superintendent. Shelby county, Tenn., which includes Mem phis, has for its superintendent of public schools a handsome young woman named Miss Nellie O'Donnell. She is running the schools to the satisfaction of everybody, and has carried out her détermina t i o n to show that a woman is competent to hold office and attend to the duties thereof as well as a man. nellie o'donmxll. Miss O'Donnell is a native of Memphis, and is only 22 years old. She attended public and private schools, and was graduated from St. Agnes' ucademy in June, 1885. Shesecured an appointment a» a teacher in the public schools, and held it with honor to herself and advantage to her pupils until her election to the office of super intendent. She has ability, determination and energy, and the above cut testifies that she has more than her share of beauty. Texas Jack's Grave. The traveling company of comedians headed by the Daly brothers recently vis ited Denver While there the two Daly boys were informed that the grave of a former actor and famous scout, Texas Jack, was in a most dilapidated condition, and had, in fact, been neglected for many months. They immediately made generous arrangements with the keeper of Evergreen cemetery in that city, and tho plct xx-ill hereafter be care fully looked after. Nearly every actor in the country, all bor der men, and a great many other people will remember Texas Jack. He was born John B. Omohundro, from Spanish and Indian stock, and after a brave career as a scout he became a fellow actor with Buffalo Bill, sharing with the latter much celebrity in this city when they were first lionized heres. Jack was the favorite scout and guide of the Earl of Dunraven. Years ago he loved and wedded Morlacchi, a dark eyed dancer, famous in her day and wealthy, too. He died in Denver ten or a dozen years ago and was buried with military honors. Morlacchi Boon went into retirement and passed away about 1886 at Lowell, Masa—New York Sun. Raw SaMlaL They were on their way home from the theatre. "We had a x-ery interesting discussion last night at the debating club," remar ked George. "'Hie subject was 'What shall we do xvith our raw material ?' " "I know very little about matters of that nature, George," returned the girl timidly, "but I think some of our raw material should be disposed of on the half shelL"- «Epoch.