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NO. 4.
Cj-uibclinc anil IIic Quarrelers.
Cymbeline, the King, and his Queen
""Tent with a lordly train to ride,
To see the land in its suramer pride,
And what besides there was to be seen.
Prancing along with laugh and song
They found a quarrel of man and wife;
And these when asked for the cause of strife,
Each on the other east the wrong.
Each one said, "That ever I wed
Wed with a creature so forward and ill
Epake the King with a right good will,
"Let them both to the palace be led!"
Thai came night, when lamps were bright
Over the lords and ladies there,
Cymbeline said with his kingly air,
"Bring tho two we found at fight!"
Mute with shame the culprits came,
And each was set to stand alone
Out before the royal throne.
While Cymbeline rpoke to both by name,
Saying, "As wide as fide from side
Of the heaven above us It ct you twain,
Each is free to marry agal: ,...,
Choose from the court a bridegroom and bride!
Each in guiso of blank surpriso
Looked around on tho circle there,
Lords so fine and ladies so fair
Ended in the other's eyes.
"Choose!" cried the King: "by my signet ring
I promise to wed you with your choice!"
They searcoly heard the royal voice,
"8o passing wonderful seemed the thing.
Hound she gated, her vision dasod
With splendors of manly form and face;
lie beheld the womanly grace
Deckt in jewels that melted and biased.
Then the senne and all between
Their tender wooing vanished away:
There came a waft of their marriage day.
And all the sweetness that had been.
She was there, that maiden fair.
As first he saw her when times were glad.
And ho was there, that blooming lad,
As he first went by with his jain'y air.
Then the thoughts of their babes was brought
Into each other's arms they sprang!
Long and loud the rafters rang,
-And noble eyes with tears were fraught.
"Ton chooso tbo best, and Icavo tbcrest!"
Chymbcline cried with a shaking voice;
"I promise to wed you with your choice,
And each has chosen the way I guessed! "
CTHort or "rusT Lvasa," "vekku's fbide,'
"TBP. f-illXSttC, "i urn's
BrxntT," 4c, Ac.
A .0iT cov.
It was a terrible minfortune. Apart
from Lady Saxonlinry's almost insane
grief for the child himself. 'it was a great
inif fortune in a jwenniary ttuint of view.
With her son's death a considerable por
tion of her income tiatsed from her; her
Tpflourccsas tiic widqw of Sir Arthur Sax
onbury not being large. Just enough wan
left her to starve upon, she groaned, tak
ing ttn exaggerated view of things, as 6he
was apt to do. Her grief was, indeed, pit
iable. She persisted in attributing all
the blame of the boy's deatrrto Maria.
She commenced a system of unkind treat
ment, cou'd not endure the sight of her;
nnd when she did sec her, it .ih nnlv to
break out into sobs and harsh reproaches.
"I should not bear it," observed Mr.
Yorke, one day, to Maria.
"Is it just?" returned Maria, in a pas
sionate tone of appeal. "When I saw him
to the door of the college, how could I im
agitip that he pretended to go in only to
blind nie that he would disobediently
run to the canal the moment I was out of
eicht? Is it just of Lady Saxonbury."
"No. Very unjust. I en I should
emancipate niyeelC'
"I cannot lead this life. It makes mc
eo wretched that I sometimes begin to
doubt whether I am not really guilty. I
will go away rather than bear it."
"Let mc emancipate you, Maria," said
Mr. Yorke.
She cafet at him a rapid glance. The
hour was come that f-he had expected;
sometimes doubted, if she had not dread
ed. "You cannot be ignorant of my inten
tions," hcresumed,"' or. why I have stayed
li :re in this place, which I hale. You
must know that I love you passionately;
f r more passionately than he did, Maria."
"Than who did? she exclaimed, with
a rush of conscious color.
"Jannon. As if you did not know."
'Why do you bring up Jansou?" she
8 nd. U hat id JRiibOii to meT
"Maria, jou will be my wife? Do not
refuse," he impetuously added. "I have
a torn that if you arc not mine you shall
never be another s.
"Mr. Yorke!"
"I cannot live without you. I love you
too passionately lor uiy own peace. iou
must be mine, Maria. It was your fath
er s wish."
What was she to answer? She did not
know. Aconllict was at work within her.
Sue liked Mr. Yorke, but she loved Ed
srird Janton. Edward Janson, however,
she could never hope to marry, and her
days were passed in striving to forget him
Willi Mr. Yorke she should go back to
the dear old home at baxontmry.
"Gireoie until to-morrow, and you shall
have an auswer," she said to him. "This
Los come upon me suddenly."
"Very well. Remember, Maria, that
during the suspense, I shall neither cat
nor bleep: I shall have neither peace nor
rest. Be my wife, and your days shall be
a dream oi love.
"A dream of love!" she bitterly repeat
ed, as he left her. "For him, perhaps:
not tor mei
She remained in her room until evening,
communing with herself, and then she
sought Lady Saxonbury.eaying gliewishcd
to consult her.
"I am not worth, consulting now,'' was
the querulous answer. "My spirits are
cone, my heart is broken.
"Mr. Yorke wants me to marry him."
"Mr. Yorke!" returned her step-mother,
somewhat aroused, "lias he asked you.'
"Ick today.
"Then you are more lucky than you de
"I do not know whether to accept or re
ject him."
"Reject him!" fiercely interposed Lady
Saxonbury. ' 'You arc out of vour senses.
With his fine fortune, his position, his
"Is he amiable?" asked Maria. "lie
puzzles me at times."
"What puzzles you?"
"His words. I don't understand them,
And the cxprcstion of Lis countenance."
'Had voti not better set up for a phre
nologist or whatever they call the char
latans who pretend to read faces?" sarcas
tically retorted Lady Saxonbury.
'Mamma, listen, ir l to accept him,
will be because I am unhappy with
"Pray, why should there be an 'if in
the matter at all? Why should you hesi-
ate, or think of rejecting lam.
"Because I do not love him. answered
Maria, in a low tone. "I like Mr. Yorke,
but it requires more than liking to marry
a man: or ought to require it"
"Oh. if vou are going to run on aiiout
romance and sentiment, I do not under
stand it, returned Lady Saxonbury. "I
never did more than 'Iifce'my two hus
bands, vet I was happy with them. My
love was wasted on somebody else; when
I was almost a child. '
"Was it?'' cried Maria, eagerlv.
"It- .was. It- we-ovr -ami. done with
before I married, and I did not make the
less good wife. It is bo with ninety-nine
women out of everv hundred: and rely up
on it, their wedded lives are all the hap
pier for their early romance being over
Romance and reality do not work well to
gether, Maria. You are inexperienced,
Maria was beginning to think so.
"I eive vou mv advice. Maria, and 1
give it for your happiness. Marry Mr.
Yorke. and be thankful. Reject him.
and pass your afterlife in repining, in
self-reproach at your own folly."
Mr. Yorke received the answer be wish-
ed for. They were to be married in Eng
land, in Autumn, but preparations were
once commenced, it was only to
be expected that Lady Saxonbury would
now go home immediately, nut sue declin
ed to do so. In spite of the somewhat
cynical remonstrances of Mr. Yorke, she
flatly refused. She would go home for the
wedding in September, she said, and she
would not go before. Perhaps some vague
hope of recovering, even yet, the body of
the child from the canal, chained her to
the place. So Mr. Yorke remained on
perforce m the despised town, leeling that
he and they were alike out of place in it.
August came in, and the fishing-boats
began to return from Iceland, laden
with their spoil: by ones, by twos, bv
threes, by little fleets of them. At length
all were in, save two, the Belle Jlelcneand
the Rtishing Water. These two delayed
much, and a report got about, nobody
new how, lor it was certainly without
foundation, that the Rushing Water was
wrecked. Miss Saxonbuny, in spite of
herself and her betrothal, heard the evil
fear with a sickening heart, and looked
out for it in secret more yearningly than
any one.
Or than any, save one. For, if her anx
iety was great, what wassjt compared with
that of poor Mrs. Janson? One day, it
was on Friday, Thcrese had gone to the
Ash-market to purchase the usual fast-
Jav's dinner, when in the midst of her
jually bargaining with the huh vender,
news Hew about the mantel that one
of the two missing boats was signalled
it was thought to be the Jluslang Water
Dashing the disputed fish back on the
woman's board, away went Therese to
er mistress, and without circumlocution
announced that the Rushing Water was
making the harbor.
Mrs. Janson went down to the port.
The boat was then in, and being moored
to the side: La Belle Jfclene. tShe asked
the crew news of the Rushing Water, but
they had not seen her on their passage
home. Yet the Rushing Water had been
one of the first boats to leave Iceland.
Dieheaiteiiing news. As Mrs. Janson
went back strain, with a heavy step, she
encountered Miss Saxonbury.
"iouifg lady, go home and pray, tue
6aid in her abrupt stern manner; "pray
that vou may not have caused his death
as well as his misery. Stay upon ypur
knees until heaven shall be pleased to
bear you. as 1 am going to do. i here is
little hope now."
"I heard the Hushing H.ikTlioil come in
this morning," answered Miss Saxonbury,
in a faltering tone.
'So did I. But it proves to be the
Ifelenc. And the Rushing Water left Ice
land days before her."
She passed on with her pale severe lace,
and Maria Saxoubury continncd hjy:way.
1 he days went on, live or six oi mem.
Ladv and Miss Saxonbury were sitting
in the twilight, the latter expecting Mr,
Yorke. whom the was trying with all her
might and main to like better, as a duti
ful bride-elect tliould, when one of their
French servants came in, and said a gen
tleman was asking to see her.
"Me I To bec nief ' returned Maria.
"A centleman-sailor, mademoiselle. I
think it is Mr. Janson. He says will you
allow lnm a minutes conversation'
"O mammal she uttered, "Mr. Janson!
Then the Rushing Water must be safe
Lady Saxonbury made some indistiuct
renlv. Her thoughts were buried mother
. . tirt.. i , l.- r, i .. r
lUingo. H UiLi, lu ucr, vaa luu ouicij ui
.1 TV . I II'..-
lire liusitlhg iruie.
Maria passed through the ante-room
and entered the one where he had been
shown. He was in sailor's attire, his
glazed hat carelessly thrown off, looking,
or Maria faucied so, handsomer than
"Then vou are in safety! she exclaim
ed. grasping his hand in her agitated
thankfulness, perhaps for his mother's
sake, but forgetful, at the moment, of
Mr. Yorke. ol the whole world, "we
have been counting you as amongst the
"Our homeward voyage has been bad,
perilous, unlucky altogether, save that
we have ultimately arrived.; Jttiss caxon
bury, I hear you have been mourning
Harry as dead."
"Yea, yes. Oh yes! '
"He is safe. He has been with ns."
She did not scream, she suppressed it.
Then she thougbtthat he must be dream
ing, or that she was.
"He cot in some trouble, fell into the
water, and was afraid to go home," pro
ceeded Mr. Janson. "That mischievous
imp, Paul, encountered him in his wet
plight, persuaded him into making the
voyage; brought him on board, coiled
him up under some sails and rope, and
four-and-twenty hours after wc left port,
Master Harry came out. I wished the
captain to put back, but he laughed at
me; so he had to go with us, and I have
taken care of him. Paul says Harry
bribed him with a livc-frauc puce; Ihtic
francs for himself, and two to give to a
messenger to take word to his mother
where lie had gone."
"No messenger came to us"," eagerly in
terrupted Maria.
"As I find. WJicn I landed an hour
ago, I heard that the boy had been
mourned as dead. So I came on at once,
after calling upon my mother. I should
not have presumed to ask for you," he
pointedly added, "but that I assumed it
might be better to acquaint you first with
the news, ere it was broken to LadySax
onbury." "Oh! how shall we ever thank you?"
said Maria, attributing all the good to
Mr. Janson, in her confused feelings of
joy. "-Where is Harryf
"Waiting just inside the' cafe at the
next door, until I send for him, and being
made a lion of.''
Maria 'went into the drawing-room,
which was almost dark then,. and .knell
down beside Lady Saxonbury's chair.
"Mammal mammal I have some joyful
news for you. You will not faint if I tell
"What news will ever be joyful to me
again, Maria? What is the matter with
you, that you kneel in that manner?
How you tremble I
"Mamma suppose i nave news to ten
you about Harry? That he is found?"
"leitns itr excitedly said Lady baxon-
It! She was thinking of the dead Har
ry; not the living.
"2ot 'it, mamma, lie. Oould you
bear for me to tell you that be is in life-
safe well?''
"Maria, what do you mean?" faintly
asked Lady Saxonbury.
lie is, he is. Dearest Lady baxon-
bury, he has been out with Mr. Janson
in the Rusldng Water."
fche did not continue, tor the door has
opened, and a happy lad stood peeping in,
in a nondescript attire, composed partly
of his own thing?, partly of Paul's. He
was browned with the sea air, taller than
before.and his fair curia were wildly entan
gled. With a cry he flew into his moth
ers arms, and she sobbed upon his necK
and kissed his pretty face and his untidy
hair, and strained him to her as if she
could never let him go again.
Ladv Saxonbury will you forgive my
saung that I think you will find him a
more dutiful boy than he used to vet'
said Mr. Janson, who had followed him.
He has had to roush it, and he now
knows the value of a happy home and a
mother's love. I have taken upon my
self to discipline him; I have kept him
away from the sailors, eo far as was prac
ticable, and read him lessons on his faults,
and I believe you will find him changed
for the better. '
"Oh yen, indeed, mamma,'' sobbed the
lad, "I know how naughty I was, and I
win If.rand never grieve you and Maria
"Mr. Janson," cried the mother, rising
and speaking in impassioned tones, "how
can I reward you for the joy that you
have brought me this nigutf If you asked
me for niv life in repayment, I almost
think it should be yours."
She lelt the room as she &poke, too
much overcome to remain in It Hnrry
followed her. Miss Saxonbury was lost
in thougnt.
Philip Anson has held to it to this
lay, that Harry was saved," she said in a
musing tone. "He persisted in declaring
that heav Harry after he scrambled out
of the water."
And now that my task is done, I have
only to take my leave," observed Mr.
Janson, holding out his hand. "This'
hoiife was an interdicted place to me be
fore I left; I conclude that it is so still."
Miss saxonbury put her hand in his,
and burst into tears.
He held it, and looked at her. "Maria,
what do thoee tears mean? That you hate
me as yon did before? '
I never hated you,' she answered.
forgetting prudtnee in her tumultuoubly
glad feelings! "It was the contrary, I
am very miserable."
I went this voyage, he whispered
"striving to forget, if not to hate you. I
come from it, loving you more than ever,
The child's being aboard was against my
project: bow, when 1 constantly saw him,
could I forget you? My dearest, why
should wc separate?'' he added, straining
her hand to his heart. "Let it be between
us as it once was Your mother has said
she would giveue a reward, even to her
own, life; let me ask her to give me you."
"It may not be,' she gasped, struggling
to release herself from him. "It"
"Not just yet can I marry, he inter
rupted. "I threw up the prospect open
ing to me in the spring, and the only po
sition I could at present oiler would
''Edward, pray hear me,'' she said, in a
broken voice, as she drew away from him.
"You know not what you ask. 1 am
promised to another."
"To another!'
"And in less than a month I aball be
his wife," she continued, too agitated to
weigh her words, "and I love you and
not lnm. Do you wonder that 1 am mis
crable? There now that you have the
avowal, let us part forever.
"Who is this Mr. Xorke'
"Mr. Yorke."
There was a gloomy pause, "jlfusiyou
fulfill the contract? Can you not give
him up tor met'
She shook her head. "I can only be
plain with you. 1 am not tit to be
poor man's wife. No, I have deliberate
ly entered upon it, and matters have been
advanced too lar to be broken oil now,
Forgive me, Edward forgive me all.
We must forget each other.''
"O Maria! must this indeed be the end
"Yes," 6hc answered, the tears rainiivj
from her eyes, and her heart aching with
pain. "1 wish it had been different, but
circumstances are agaiust us. rarewell
Edward; if ever wemeet again, it must be
as strangers. "jNot so, ' she hastily added
as he drew her face to his for a last em
brace, "it is not right to him. Do you not
hear mc 6ay that tu a little space I shall
be Ins wile.
"For the last time," he murmured; and
she made but faint resistance. "He
ought not to grudge it to ua. Now
Mr. Janson turned to leave the room
He saw not that somebody drew awav
from the door, and stood bolt upright, in
silence, against the wall of the dark ante
room, while he passed out somebody
with a revengeful face, and tcetli that
glistened like a tiger's. Not that Mr.
Yorke was of a dishonorable nature, or
had dishonorably set himself to listen.
ne naa caught somewhat of the scene.
as he was entering from the ante-room
and surprise, doubt, and rage had chained
him there to the end. He followed Mr.
Janson from the house, and strode about
tne ou streets of the town till morning,
now standiog under its high and ancient
tower, as it sent forth its sweet chi
on the night air, now pacing under the
portico of the church, now slouching
round the railings of the famous statue
in the Place, the town's pride: and now
striding off to the port, to surprise the
sentinels. But he buried his" wronjrs
with him very ereat wrongs indeed thev
appeared to be-to his heated brain and
told them not. ,
Little did Misa Saxonbu'rv think, on the
day of her wedding that, when she gave
her band without her heart, that the
bridegroom, kneeling by her side, knew
ju.atflS-W11 na alie lid-llmt ghe iia(l 110"
heart to ctve. At the best it was an in
auspicious beginning of life. She felt that
it was. bhe lelt too, that should her fu
ture existence brine somewhat of rctribu
tion, she had only invoked it on herself:
as Mrs. Janson had almost predicted that
night, outside the little chapel, when she
had been praying for the eafiety of the
Rushing Water.
Continned next week.
llalllc Turn Beautiful Youug Lady.
One of the most novel as well as excit
ing rallies that ever took pface in Sey
mour came off on Saturday evening last.
Miss Minnie Ularence made the movel
proposition of putting herself up to be
raffled off at fifty cents a chance. At
first the matter was treated as a joke,
but when it became known that the offer
was a bona Jule one chances went rapidly.
and in less than one hour every chance
was taken, and heavy premiums were
paid by young men anxious to win the
beautnui and lovely prize.
Miss Minnie is a most bewitchinc
beauty of eighteen summers, an orphan,
of respectable parentage, and a member
of the best society of the State. She was
decidedly the belle of Seymour, and was
loved and admired by all whoever became
acquainted with her, and probably en
vied just the least bit bv the voune ladies.
She is a bright blonde, perfect in form,
lair complexion, and has most ravishing
ly beautiful eyes. Ever since she came
to Seymour she has been the center of
attraction and the admiration of the men.
Injustice to Miss Minnie, we should stale
that she cave the winner the privileee of
accepting or refusing her, and reserved
the 6ame privilege for herself. There.
may have been several in the crowd she
would have refused, but there were none,
we venture to esy, who would have' re
fused her. How could they?
The h6ur set for the rallle came and
found all ready to try their luck. Misi
Minnie was there in person, dressed in
the height of fashion, to lend a charm to
the scene. She stood leaning gracefully
against a show-cash, never speaking a
word nor betraying the least emotion, or
showing tae slightest preference for any
of the contestants, excepting there was
a perceptible twinkle in her eyes when
sorifcyoung and handsome "lovier" would
shajce the dico.
Name alter name was called and each
one in turn would shake the box with
nervous hand until all but three had
thrown nnd nothing higher than thirty
eight had been thrown. Then came
Lynn I-olkcorners turn. Lynn is a
blonde himself and a clever, hard-working
young man, and perhaps the twinkle of
her eyes nerved him to the work. At
any rate he tossed the ivory with steady
hand aud the scorer called for forty-six.
The other two throws were made amid too
much excitement to be counted and the
prize was awarded to Lynn. Minnie
came forward and took Lynn's arm and
the two went out together amid the cheers
of the crowd. She accompanied him to
his father's hotel, where she was presen
ted to his relatives, who bad not the pleas
ure ot her acquaintance belore, alter
which she was escorted home. We of
course do not know, certain, bntas Lynn
is a good, clever young man, and she
would be an honor to any household, we
are inclined to think neither of them will
back out Seymour (InJ.) Star.
A Knunirny 3Iouutaiu.
Although landed propery is, as a rule,
a coveted possession, vet. like many oth
er blessings, it has its drawbacks, and a
singular example of the troubles to which
land-owners are occasionally liable has
just occurred at Hagsgate, in the Cleve-
muuuisinci. wnere an estate lias actual
ly absconded and has been discovered on
the top of another estate, where it has
comfortably settled itself and will have to
be moved back again at no slight expen
diture of money nnd trouble.
I he property that has thus played tru
ant consists of a mountain belonging to
Lord Faversham, which having been
honeycombed by mines and otherwise
disrespectfully treated, has at last vented
its annoyance and cut matters short by
ruuuins. 'or rather slipping, away. In
stead, however; of betaking itself to some
secluded spot where its presence would
be welcome, or where, at least there is ac
commodation Jbr 'it, it has most inconven
iently deposited, itself on tne neighboring
property of Lord de L'lsle, where it has
blocked'up a turnpike road for nearly half
a mile, and excited considerable alarm in
the bosoms of the rate-payers of the town
shin, who urge that its owner is re
sponsible for its vagaries; and bound, if
not to taKC it uome, ai an events iu nuu it
another lodging. This inconsiderate act
on the part of the mountain has already
given rise to legal proeeediugs, nnd a law
suit is coming on at the next York assizes,
when the mountain will no doubt prove
profitable to lawyers if to no one else.
One of the most painful features of the
affair is that the great, unwildely thing
arrives at its new home "in bits." Those
who are displeased at its presence have
not even the poor conolation of feeling
that the worst is over, but are kept in a
elate of constant fidget by the apprehen
sion that there is more to come.'' Pall
Mall, London,) Gazette.
A man was seen coming out of a news-
naner ofhee in Texas with one eve gouged
out aud his nose bpread all over his face
like a piece of raw beef, and one of his
ears chawed off. To a policeman who in
terviewed him, he replied: "I didn't like
an article that 'pcarcd in the paper last
week, an' I went ter sec the man who writ
it He wnr thar, stranger."
A Mnn Who lAxca His Motliei-iu-law
Eveu Unto Elopement.
Highland (Obis) Kcws.
About three weeks ago-onr community
was suddenly startled by the rumor that
the wife of one of the most respectable
farmers in this county, living about two
miles southeast of the town a woman
who had previously borne a good charac
ter, and been an active member of the
Methodist Episcopal Church, and who ie
the mother of three married daughters,
had eloped with one of her son's-in-law,
the husband of her oldest daughter. So
utterly depraved, unnatural and almost
incredible did such conduct at first seem
that many refused to believe it (oursclf
among the number,; until evidence too
strong to be denied or doubted was pro
I lirto Tvna tin MMittf I
was only too true. There was no doubt
about it, and the euilty party were seen at
Chilicothe after their disappearance from
their homes they had deserted and left
desolate, going eastward on the cars, as if
flying from the vengeance of those whom
they had so cruelly wronged and be
trayed. But the injured husband and deserted
wife bad no thought of pursuit, and the
woman and her guilty paramour kept on
their journey, till they reached Cumber
land, Maryland. There they were over
taken and found, a fw days ago, by Hen
ry Rhodes, Esq , the well known lawyer
of this place, who pursued them for the
purpose of .securing a claim of several
hundred dollars, which he held against
the young man. Mr. Rhodes succeeded
by some means in frightening or persuad
ing the fugitives to return to this place,
and they arrived here on the noon train
Monday. Soon after their arrival, Frank
Newliy, the absconding son-in-law, was
arrested and arrainged before 'Squire
Doggelt on a charge of atteniptting to de
fraud his creditors. He was held to bail
for cxamintion on Tuesday (to-day) at
ten o'clock, his step-father, Mr. T. S.
Patton, giving bonds for his appearance.
The hearing of the case of Rhodes vs.
Ncwby took place this morning (Tues
day,) before Esqure Doggett, at the Coun
cil Chambers, which was filled with'spec
tators. Messrs. Sloanc and Smith ap
peared as Newby's counsel.and moved I113
discharge on the ground that the plain
tiff's affidavit was defective, and did not
sufficiently sustain the charges against
Ncwby to make out a prima facie case and
justify his arrest. After arguments by
counsel on both sides, Charles u. oomns,
Esq , and Mr. Rhodes himself appeared
for the latter as plaintiff, the Justice over
ruled the objections to the affidavit and
held that it was sufficient.
Mr. Sloane then filed his exceptions
the decision, and demanded a jury trial
for the defendant. The trial was set for
Saturday next, at ten o'clock, before Esq.,
Newby's bearing was very different from
what might have tjeen expected of one in
his disgraceful position. lie did not seem
to feel the least sense of shame or humil
iation, but, on the contrary, laughed and
chatted with those around him as boldly
and unabashed as if he had not the slight
est concern in the proceedings. -There
was a general expression of surprise
and disgust at his unseemly and unbe
coming behavior, in view of all the cir
'cumstanccs. It remainst to be briefly told what be
came of Newby's infatuated companion
in sin, Mrs. Martha M. Heistead, wife of
Mr. Samuel Heistead, the well-known
and universally respected fanner of this
township. Various reports are in circu
lation, but the most reliable seems to be
that herfather.Mr. Denipsey Garrett.who
is also one of the most respectable citi
zens of our township and county, has taken
her home, where she is now staying, and
jt is to be hoped, bitterly repenting of the
terrible sin by which she has brought
such overwhelming disgrace and shame
not only upon herself, but upon all who
have had the misfortune to be connected
with her by ties of kindred and marriage.
Mr. Heistand. who is well known by his
r.e:ghbors to have been a kind and indul
gent husband, and never to have given
his unnappy wile tue least excuse lor ner
conduct, has applied for a divorce on the
ground of adultery, and the case win come
up at the term of court commencing next
Mrs. Heistand.is said to be quite good-
looking, is about thirty-five years of age,
and is the mother of four children the
vouncest a daughter of about six years
the other daughters all married. Newby
is about twenty-five years old, small, and
of very homely appearance. He has been
married about three years, anu nan iwu
children. He will be remembered by
many of our citizens as a clerk in the
grocery store kept some years ago by
Henry I urner ai tne corner oi uigu uuu
Walnut streets,' now occupied by Mr.
We understand that Newby's wife has
declared that she will have nothing more
to do with him. under any circumstances
a determination for which she will be
commended by all sensible people.
Old Ira Thornton was a very mean
man. and nad dilticuitv sometimes hi
drawing his breath, because he begrudged
the air necessary for that operation, une
day the old fellow was at work upon the
high beams oi ins narn, wnen ue iohi ma
balance and fell heavily upon the floor,
twenty feet below. He was taken up for
dead, with a fractured skull, and carried
into the house. All efforts to bring him
to consciousness were unavailing, and the
doctor was called. Finally the doctor,
haying trepanned him, turned and asked
Mrs Thornton for a silver dollar to put in
where the piece of skull was wanting.
At this remark Ira, who had been breath
ing heavily, turned in the bed and groan
ed out: "Wouldn't a cent do as well?"
A New Haven man, worth $300,000, has
been pilfering eggs, apples, etc., from deal
ers in that city, and though they have only
reprimanded him as yet they say hemu.st
do so no more.
According to the Milwaukee News, a
young lady asked a bookseller's clerk if
he had "Fcstus." "No." was the answer,
"but I'm afraid a boil is coming on the
back of luy neck."
One bv one the roses fade. It 13 now
boldly denied that men who wear long hair
arc jKissessed ol any more talent man
thote who have it euippcd close.
I low Atehison SIiinIkumI l'lay "le-
Atchison Patriot.
Mr. Gammon resides in South Atchi
son, and the partner of his bosom- looks
up to him as a model hurbaml. She 13 a
woman of method and fixed habits, which
sometimes pnts Mr. G. to a vast amount
of difficulty If the truth must be told.
the husband is infatuated with "Pedro.
and his ingenuity is constantly devising
schemes to enjoy the game without distur
bing the even tenor ol sweetly-tempered
ways at home. The other day an old
friend, Tom B. , invited him to join a
pleasant little card parly thit night. Our
hero consented, of course, though with
some misgivings as to how he should ac
count to his estimable lady for his ab
sence, or contrive to break "through her
Tntrt'hftUie 8iaH a) g be saf)ra fc
. i . t -r -
not later than nine o clock.
Finally he hit upon a business trip to
Kansas City, which he informed his wife
would keep him till the midnight train.
She was sorry he had to go, and enjoined
him to take good care of himself. He
gave her a good-bye kiss, and at night
joined Tom, and had a glorious time at
Pedro. Watching the Hour, he arrived
home about ten minutes after the mid
night train from St. Louis was due at the
depot. The partner of his bosom sympa
thized with him as he talked about the
tediousness of a night journey by rail
with no acquaintances, and the artful
Gammon chuckled pleasantly as he wit
nessed the success of his little trick.
A day or two afterwards, Mr. Gammon
came home to tea, and found Mrs. G. sit
ting in the rocking-chair, with the evening
paper in her hand, and with rather a pc
culiar expression of -countenance, which
Gammon could not quite understand, but
which seemed to be indicative of some
thing in the wind. So, he sauutered over
toward the window, plunged his hands
down into his pockets, and whistled soft
ly to himsclt as he wondered what the
deuce was up anyway. Mrs. G. watched
him for a few moments, and finally broke
the silence with the inquiry:
'Did your Kansas City business prove
satisfactory, my dear?"
"xes, my love, better than 1 expected,
said he, softly.
"Glad to hear it. But," in a tone of
ironical politeness, "very intricate, was it
not, Mr. GT
"Well, yes, rather so, my love," said
he, growing bolder. "And," by the way.
how fortunate it is that you women are
not required to bother yourselves with
business affairs. It would be such a
trouble to understand them."
So saying he thrust his hands deep in
to his pockets and began whistling, in the
hope of diverting attention from the sub
ject But she had thegame well in hand
and continued very freely:
"Yes, I suppose so. Ah me (with a
deep sigh) there are so very very many
things we cannot quite see through. For
instance, the Evening Patriot says that
on the night you went to Kansas City the
midnight train up was an huo'r late (sud
den stop of Mr. G.'s whistle,) and yet, my
love, you got home only ten minutes after
the time it was rightfully due at the depot.
Mu9t have walked pretty fast, Mr. G,t
Hurrying yourself that way will get you
into trouble one of these days, Mr. G.t"
This reporter has not the hardness of
heart necessary to depict the sorrowful
scene as the good man tried to clear him
self, and only plunged deeper and deeper
every minute. Gammon thinks now that
the new in papers is of rather too miscella
neous a character to be fully appreciated in
the family circle, and vows that the next
time he makes that kind of a railroad tiip
he will go round by way of the depot arid
wait for that infernal old train if he han
to stay out all night.
lie Knew What lie Wnntctl.
Cincinnati Enquirer.
He came into the office of a West End
undertaker yesterday with a look of great
care on his honest face. His eyes were
heavy and slightly bloodshot, telling of
nightly vigils and loss ot sleep, ills hair
was unkempt and shaggy. The soft-heart
ed man of coffins looked upon his visitor
with a gaze full of pity and thankfulness
pity for the customer's loss and thank
fulness for bis patronage, tie was so
young to be burdened with the loss of a
dear one by death.
The manufacturer of burial cases nod
ded a silent assent and condoling recogni
tion: the young man said: "How dye?
Then ensued a painful silence, broken at
length by the man of grave business.
"Can 1 do anything ior you to-day, eirr
"Wall. I reckin so, stranger."
Another silence. Once more the under
taker began by suggesting: "Your sister?"
Young man stared a moment, then, as
liglil grauuany Drone in upon uia perplex
ed mind, be smiled a smile more suggest
ive of sorrow than happiness, and replied
"Ho my wile.
"When did ithappen?"
"About four o'clock this morning."
"About what do you want the cVst of
it to be? '
"Don't care a durnation for expenses;
git it up kinder nice. 1 11 treat bsr hand'
sum, 'cause she is the first one."
"Very well, my friend; you II have it
lined with white satin, 1 suppose;
"Jest as vou sav. stranger."
"Silver-headed screws,.too, I suppose?"
"Y-a-as. I s'spose so. An', stranger,
test put a bully top to t.
"Oh, of course; and you'll want a glass
in it, also, I suppose.-'
"Y-a-as oil, certainly you bet. Git
her up sniptious, you know, old fellow.
None of your dratted one-horse fixins for
"Just so. Silver handles, of course?"
"Eh? What's that yer say, stranger
, it n -, , i f.
bii-vct nan-uiesi un, mame n, now, wim
tliol lie nilin it on too heftv like? I kin
stand silver screws, and sich, but there's
no use makin' the hull tarnation trap of
silver. The thing has to be moved, and
must have handles, but I 'ain't quite, so
stuck upas thet now not quite, stranger."
"Very well," acquiescedtthe man of ob-
sequies, "l 11 put ordinary naudies to it
"Eg"S-actlv them's 'era. mister; now
..fii.:..' - !..,, n.ril .! T).,
I say, stranger (reilectiyelyh "make tu
rocKera gusieu nivt: uiuuuct.
"Hock rock rockers?"
" Yas. rockers. What's the matter with
ver. ahvhow?"
"But who ever heard of rockers to a
"Collin!" shrieked" the dejectitl-lo'iklng
yoiingman 'Collin! Now, vhtl.e dick
ciih said anything about Collins?-"
"Why, don't you want a colfm?"
"No-o! blame vour colli n! I want n cra
dle a trap to rock my new baby in.''
"Ana isn.t yonr wife ileadr'
"Not by a jugful. Don't ver make cra
dles for salt?1
"No, my friend. I am an rindcrtaker."-
'"Undertaker of what?"
"I make coffins."
"Oh, the dickens!' EctmekctcH thefer
ler that sent mc here!"
And the grief-stricken crammed his hat
lover hf eyes, ran his hand deep down in
the pockets of his trouserionn. and poun
ced out on the streets searching for ven
The "Washington CorreHpouiIent ot
the PittHburs Trailer TcIIw it Sto
ry the Devil IliiuscirWonlriCiag.
i Wajhington Letter to Pittstur j Leader.
I was related a very Interesting incident
yesterday, which has never been made pub
lie through any of the journal of tiic day.
If at the time of its occurrence it had been
published it wonld have furnished one of
the sensations of the time. "Double-leaded"
type and display bead-tines would have
been called into play'to do honor to the
importance of the "trews. This, then, id
nothing more or less than the history of
an attempted assassination of President
Grant. The attempt was so very near a
success that had it not been for the pluck
and personal bravery of one man, Gener
al Grant would long ago have been gatb
ered to his fathers, and perhaps the thint
termr question would never have come np
for discussion.
The truth of the incident admits of no-
question, and it is a great wonder to me
how such a bit of news never became
known at the time. However, circum
stances explain this In a measure.
the attempted assassination was made
when Grant was a General of the army, a
short time before he was elected President
of the United States. At the time he oc
cupied the honse lately nsed by General
Sherman, on I street, between Second and
Third streets.
General Grant came walking along
home one day unaccompanied. The neigh
borhood of Massachusetts avenue and
Sixth street, where the attack was made,
is one of the quietest and most retired por
tions of the city. As the General came
along to cross Sixth street. Dr. Charles H.
Bowen. a well-known physician of this city.
was standing in front of his office on Mas
sachusetts avenue.
As Dr. Bowen was looking at the Gen
eral pass by, he saw a man dart out from
behind the bow-window with a revolver
in his hand, shouting out to Grant terri
ble imprecations, and theivtaesaid, "Hold
on, you Yankee son of a P with this!
he raised his revolver, and was about to
fire, when Dr. Bowen, who is a very large
and powful man, placed himself between
the would-be assassin and the future
The doctor cried out to the man, "What-
are yon about there?"
The man replied: "I am after that xan
kee son of a I I am going to blow bis
brains out!"
''The' Doctor a cool-blooded man, who .
as seen fourvvears during the late war.
said: '"In order to shoot him, you will have
to snoot me. wme, now, put up mat
The man replied in a frenzy: "Stand out
of the way, or I will killiyouytoo. I am
an Alabamian. The war has robbedme
of everycent I had in the world. I am
going to get even with, that man tnerr,
and then I donVcare what becomes of
During this parley General Grant slip
ped out briskly, turning his head -back,
now and then." The Doctor engaged the .
man until Grant was around the corner of
I street. Then he went boldly up tojhe
mau, and quickly placing his right Anger
under his nose, throwing his head back,
the athletic physician then "let in his left"
as the sporting phrase goes, and the man
tumbled to the ground, tie airo lost bis
revolver in the fall. The Doctor picked
it np. and then said to the man: "It
would be a good thing for you to get
outof this town as soon aa you can. It will
not be a good place for you alter this."
Ths man at this ran away, and the aor
tor never saw him afterwards. The re
volver he still retains'as a souvenir of the
attempt upon the life of General Grant.
Tli ere is no love like mother's love no
heart like a mother's heart, Her affec
tions go out for her offspring; no patter
where he may roam r what the circum
stances in which she may be placed, An
instance was seen yesterday when a moth
er entered the Central Station and found
her child, who had been lost from home
for several hours. She sprang wildly lor
ward, eaeerlv caught him by the hair.
and as she hauled him around she tender
ly exclaimed: "Ol Bob Masters, I'll wal
lop you for this when we get homcl"
A New Hampshire school-teacher late-
ly was questioning one of his class upoa.
one foot and swinging the other foot and
limb, he Inquired ho many bones he was
moving. Several incorrect answers were
given at first, but after it had been answer
ed correciiy me queeuuH wa nsncu i "j
of the scholars thought differently. A lit
tle fellow, not yet in his teens, raised his'
hand immediately, signifying that he dis
agreed with his schoolmates,, and the tea
cher, repeating the question: "Hew many
t T Mnw:n9'' wa ..(rtntal.A.1 n
UUUV3 VIO X IMU. ui h.o a.iwuMu,u v
hear the little fellow increase the proper
number by one. in the same breath giving
as his reasonf "You were moving your jaw
bone, too."
A real hero is he who in the presence of
danger conceals his fear, lest others, I e
coming terror-stricken, might lose their
senses. Snch a man was lound in the per
son of a Koman -Catholic priest in New
ork, who recently Urged Ins Inrzc con
gregation to leave the church and enabled
them to do so with absolute ignorance ol
the cause, and yet-belorc they were (airly
out flames broke forth under the altar
where the priest had bten standing".
A lady, went into a carpet store recent-
ly, and, pointing out a caret, ake.! the
proprietor whit it wa-t. "!lru?els."l'saya
the proprietor. "BriulScs." quoilijthchi
dy, txwsingher hanu over it. Vifinijnto
me the trusties don't tlick up muehV

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