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Volume xxiii.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, April 4, 1889.
No. 19
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Trail'dV ot Duncan's Head in the
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
-\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
"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
"Where did you come from to Seattle ?"
"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'
'True going as far as the next stage
"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."
"Why didn't they punish him ?" queried
Marcoe, and hated himself immediately for
adding this slight fuel to the old man's loqua
"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
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
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.
The Sad Case of Lover with a Hole in Hla
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
"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
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
"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
"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.
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
ei v
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 Few Remarks on the Peculiarities ot
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
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
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.
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: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
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.
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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
United States Commissioner of
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
"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.
Statement of What it Costs to Knn the
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.
v. .**>•*'
A Distinguished Missourian Who May
be Called Into the Public
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
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
"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.

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