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The matter of yearly advertisements chanced VOL. 1. HAHTFOBD, OHIO COUNTY, KY JUNE 9, 1875. NO. 23. quarterly freeof charge. For further particu lars, auuresss J so. I'. UioutTTi Co., Publishers, SUBSCRIPTION R.VTES. Published by request. TIS AW1TL, AWn'L, A1V1TU 1. Death is a melancholy call, A certain judgment for us all. Death takes the young as well as old, He takes them in his arms so cold 'lis awful, awful, awfull 2. 1 saw a youth, the other day, Just In his prime, he looked so gay, lie trifled all his time away And dropped into eternity 'lis awful, awful, awfull 3. As be lay on his dying bed, Eternity he began to dread, lie says, "0 Lord! I see my state, But now I fear it is too late!" 'lis awful, awful, awfull 4. His .parents both a standing round, With tears a dropping to the ground, lie says, "O father, pray for me, For I'm bound for eternity!" "Ti awful, awful, awful! 5. His brothers and sisters a standing by, A saying, "Dear brother, you're a going to die, Your days are spent, your pleasure is past, And you must go to your grave at last!" a 'Xis awful, awful, awfull 6. A few more breaths maybe perceived Before the young man shall take the leave; "Father and mother, fareyouwcll, I'm dragged by devils down to hell!" 'Xis awful, awful, awful! 7. His corpse was laid beneath the ground, With his brothers and sisters a weeping round, With aching hearts and trembling minds, To think their brother in hell confined 'lis awful, awful, awfull 8. Think, young friends, on what you hear. And try yourselves to be prepared, Or like this young man you must go Down to the gates of endless woe! 'lis awful, awful, awful! 9. 0 wht a solemn scene is this, To witness such a dreadful case! It makes me shudder at the thought, He has his own testimony wrought! 'Til awful, nwfjl, awful! .A. JIADDOX, 1803. HIS ENEMY TILL DEATH. i. A little time ago I read the plot of Sar- dou's "La Haine." "La Haine" suggested (o my memory a curious etory of real life which I heard not many years tince. It was no lurid thea ter etory, but a history of passionate real life. Would you care to read the strange ly-twisted story, I wonder? I take it for granted you would. There was a tremendous sensation in the Thirty-first National Bank one morning at nine o'clock. The sensation was not a pleasant one. It wus of that sort which makes one feel as though he were sudden ly stricken with a chill. The under-clerk spoke in whispers, as do those who arc in the presence of a dead body, and the sec ond assistant moved about with the pale face and glittering eyes cf one who is la boring under intense excitement. No one spoke to him, and the lower clerks glanced askance at him under their eyebrows. The cashier of the bank had been ar rested the night before, for forgery, and the second assistant was the one who had caused the arrest. Unfortunately the cashier was guilty. He was a young man of extravagant life, eon of one of the leading stockholders of the bank, who had put him into the bank to steady him down and make him learn business habits. But the young man was a rich man's spoiled son. According to the rule of the survival of the fittest there was no place in the world for him. Prov idence, however, who does not invariably work according to Darwinian rules, for reasons best known to himself, left the youth alive until he half ruined his father. half broke his mother's heart, and whol ly committed a forgery on the Thirty-first National Bank. The youth's father, for the cake of the mother, fought desperate lo to get him off, to no purpose. The sec- ond assistant, Birney Graham, pursued him with au energy which seemed almost malignity. The defaulter was convicted and sentenced to proper punishment. It served him right I don't apologize for him. When a thief is caught stealing he ought to be punished, unless he is starv ing a'nd steals a loaf of bread. The President of the bank had a daugh ter, Alice, aged twenty, blonde, petite, as pretty as a baby, and with the will and haughty spirit of a Lady Macbeth. That to cap the rest. She was as pretty as a baby, as I say, but the Lady-Macbeth will and spirit in her gave her delicate pink and white face a look as unlike a baby's as possible. Indecd,so far from resembling a baby, Alice. Marlay, blonde and petite as she was, had much the look of a grace ful, high-bred, high-spirited boy. This jaunty, boyish look made her all the more beautiful, all the more admired. Oh, yes! Just so! When a pretty girl of eighteen looks boyish, that's all very fine; when a middle-aged woman looks mannish, that's something very different. But I wander from my strangely-twist ed story. I do not wish to do that This beautiful, proud, Alice Marlay, daughter of the bank President, was be trothed to the defaulting cashier. On the morningjcr betrothed was sent to pun ishment a gentleman called to sec Alice Marlay. He was a tall, slender man, young, to be sure, but with a sharp, cold face, which wore a faintly-sr.eering ex pression, as though the man doubted 'vhethcr there was anything good, or ue, or kind in bis life. It was a pain- ful look for a young man to wear. He was a handsome man, too, only for the mocking, cynical look. Tbc man was Birney Graham, second assistant at the Thirty-first National Bank, the persons who had pitilessly pursued the erring cashier till he was convietcd and sen tenced. As Birney Graham sat there now, leaning his'cheek against his hand, gazing steadily out thewiudow.hc seemed a man who would have hunted his own brother to death, so cold, so merciless he looked. Surely this man had had a bit ter experience of no common sort. The faintly-sneering expression deepened in his face as he heard a light footstep ap proaching. Was the coldness of his face the coldness ol a stone, of a lava-bed, died out upon the surface,, but smoldering with volcanic fires beneath ? There are two kinds of cold faces, you know. Bir ney Graham bowed profoundly as Alice Marlay entered the room. She did not return the bow. She laid one delicate hand upon the back of a chair, and stood looking at him with a haughty, angry face. Each faced the other steadily, with glittering eye, and there was that in the look of each which said: I stand here your enemy till I die" Neither said it in so many words, though. The girl at length spoke first, and she said this: "What have you come here for?" "To see you, Miss Alice what else?" "If I had known you were here I wouldn't have come in," she said. "I think you would, Miss Marlay," he answered, calmly. She shrugged her shoulders impatient ly but did not reply. What she said was true. Birney Graham seemed to have a strange, strong power even over people who did not like him. The sneer deep ened in his face again, and he bowed mockingly. "I came here to receive your expres sion of gratitude, Miss Allice, solely. By my efforts alone I have been enabled to send a dangerous character to a just pun' ishment, and at the same time to save your father's bank no end of loss. I nm sure you must be boundlessly grateful to me. To hear you say it with your own lips this is why I am here, Miss Alice, exactly." He was curiously like a flint, cold and hard as adamant of itself, but with the power of striking fire into the heart of other materials. Alice Marlay flushed, and then paled a train with anger. "I did not care much after I came to know him, for him you have hnnted down," she said, in a low, husky voice, "although he was an angel compared to you. I knew of what he had done be fore you made it public, and I never would have married him. He was but a poor, weak creature, blown about by every im pulse. The man I marry must be a strong man. If vou thought to wound me deeply there, you have failed, thank God! But I hate you, Birney Graham, as 1 never thought I could hate any hu man being. All my world knew 1 was betrothed to that man. This one pities me, that one laughs at me, another one says it is good enough for me, because I thought myself above my betters. My name is on the tongue of every gossip and in the newspapers. Oh ! I could murder you.' She covered her face and burst into tears; not gentle, girlish tears, but pas sionate, burning tears. "You could murder me?" questioned Birney Graham, coldly. "Do! Death at your hands would be sweet," Alice looked up again, hear tears dry. "But for you," she 6aid, "it would have been hushed up. What was anything I had ever done to you that you should have humiliated me like this?'' "I have done nothing but my duly," replied the cold, sneering voice of Bir ney Graham. "My dear young lady, I fear you don't understand law. If 1 had concealed your friend's misdemeanor, knowing what he had done, I should have been held as guilty as he was. It is what the law calls compounding a felony, Miss Marlay. It's really strange, but ladies never will understand law, I think." "I never thought you worth minding before," said the girl, in hot, scornful tones. "Butyouhavccaused my name my name Alice Marlay to be on the tongue of every gossip in this city. For this, for the bitter humiliation you have brought on me, henceforth I pursue you as you pur sued him. You smile your cold, wicked smile, do you? You shall see what a weak girl can do. Mark my words, Birney Gra ham. From this day forth I shall fight you till I die." A faint, almost imperceptible Hush rose into his lace at last "What had you done to deserve this, Miss Alice? I will tell you. Years ago, long before that little, delicate, blonde face of yours began to haunt idiotic young men, the founder Of your race in America, an iron-faced miser, took from my ancestor a little home he had nearly made his own. That was on Iy the beginning. From that dav down your race has somehow seemed to eat up mine. Yes, from that day until the same accursed fate brought me across your path and caused me to love your fair face, from the moment I saw it That would have been nothing, only you smiled so sweetly on me that it made me forget that great gulf which the world placed between us. You drew me on, a poor, awkward, hon est fool, until I had not a thought or a hope apart from you; then you turned on me and laughed at me. In one moment you changed for all time the honey of my life to the gall of bitterness. Mis3 Mar lay, what had 1 done to you to deserve this? Was it all nothing, think yon? I come of Highland blood, and a clansman never forgets. If you had not done what you did, if you had not humiliated mo and nearly broken my heart, then I should have spared you when my turn came. I have not one regret, understand. If it were to do over again I would do it over again. Hits is what I came here to tell you." She raised her arm slowly, as if it had been a weapon. "Go out of this house!" she said. II. Somehow Birney Graham never pros pered. He was not superstitious, heaven knows; but sometimes he half confessed to himsell that Alice Marlay's hate seemed to follow him like an evil eye. Alice Mar lay's father was his friend, hut Mr. Mar lay shortly resigned his Presidency of the bank and retired from business. A new President and new officers were chosen, and Birney Graham lost his place. He understood how it came about when he happened to remember that the new Pres ident was the father of Alice Marley's most intimate friend. What harm could Alice Marlay do him? he had asked mock ingly. He found out what many anoth er has found out to his sorrow, that a wo man can do a man no end of harm when she sets her head to.it Birney Graham had no home worth speaking of. A childish, peevish, old father, who ate opium, depended on him for support, while a half-sister, cross and vixenish, as only a disappointed woman can be, hung like a mill-stone about his neck. These two, the peevish father and the waspish sister, constituted the guar dian angels of Birney Graham's home. Truly, as he had told her once, he had not so much peace or joy in this life that Alice Marlay should have thought worth while to take that little away from him. He had few friends. He repelled people by his cynical coldness, and as the time went on he became more disagreeable and unmerciful than ever. He said to himself he did not care whether he had any friends or not. He told himself a falsehood. He did care. Nobody can say the like and tell the truth. He obtained another situation, not so good as the one he had lost, but he was glad to get even that Then hard times came suddenly, all the world was turned upside down and driven out at sea, and Birney Graham along with it. The luck less voung man could obtain no work to keep himself, his peevish old father and vixenish sister alive. The childish com plainings of his father and the naggings and goadings of his sister drove him near ly frantic. It was not a pleasant situa tion for a gentlemanly young man to be placed in. It had been five years since he had the talk with Alice Marlay, but it seemed to him that her hate pursued him yet. Only for her he would have still have held his place at the Thirty-lirst National Bank, perhaps a better one. He felt like cursing her, and himself too, whenever he thought of her. At last, with the worry and anxiety, the complainings, the goadings, and nag gings, Birney Graham fell siek. As if to insult his pride and his sufferings, one day an Overseer of the Poor whom Bir ney Graham had subdued many a time, because he was coarse and talked bad graminer, came in and said: "Young man, I think you'd better be took to the 'oreepital." "I'll die first!" said Birney Graham, desperately. He sprang upon his feet and walked about the room. Presently he informed his peevish father and his vixenish sister that he believed he wasn't so very sick after all. He really thought he would take a walk, and maybe something would turn up. He staggered feebly down into the street. The lamp-posts seemed doing a witches' dance. Birney Graham was half delirious with worry and fever. He started to walk toward the fields and the country, thinking crazily that he would at least get out of the city where they could not send him to the hospital. ''I mean to walk and walk until I fall down and die," said Birney Graham to himself. The cool November air struck his cheek and entered his lungs and stimula ted him unusually. He wandered on and on, out toward the open country, over a smooth turnpike road which led he knew not whither. At length, when the sun sank slowly behind the western hills, Birney Graham sank, too, unable to go a 6tep farther. Next morning a rich lady's coachman told his mistress that there was a tramp out in the stable, sick, and not able to move on. "The country's full o' them tramps, mum, said the coachman. The mistress was a slender, petite lady, with a delicate beautiful, though sharp, haughty face. It wasn't the sort of face a beggar or erring sister would have aw pealed to from choice. ' Haul him to the station and put him on the train to go back to the city where he came from," said the lady, sharply. "It'll kill him, mum, for to do that to him. He's very sick, mum." "But what'll we do with him here?" asked the lady, still more sharply. "He's very clean and decent, Vnum, and there ain't nosmell of liquor on him,', said the coachman, very humbly. "Oh!" said the mistress, earcasticaly, "I shall air the best bed-room, shall I, and make a fire in it?" The man looked at first as if he was uncertain whether his mistress would discharge him or give him a whack across the shoulders with her riding whip if he spoke his mind, but presently he did speak it, ncverthelc-. "If you'll excuse me for saying it, mum, he could be brought in hereon the kitch en floor and a bit of rug'put under him. You wouldn't want it said that you let a human creetur die when you could have saved its life, would you, mum?" The lady colored faintly at this. "Where is the fellow?" she asked. The man lay on the stable floor. An old blanket was rolled and placed under his head. Alice Marlay followed the coach man silently, and stood and gazed a mo ment at the seemingly dying tramp. For this was the country home of Alice Mar lay's father, and the lady was Alice Mar lay herself, lingering on in the country late in autumn. She stood ami looked at the unconscious tramp, as I said. He was very pale, with long black hair, and he was frightfully thin and wasted. He was "entirely clean and decent," as the man had said. " Yesdiave him carried into the kitchen, Brown, and take care of him for the pres ent," said the mistress. "As soon as he is strong enough you can send him to the hospital." The tramp half-opened his eyes and murmured wanderingly: "I mean to walk and walk till I die. They can't send me to the hospital when I'm dead." Something familiar in the look and voice of the tramp arrested the attention of Al ice Marlay. She stooped and looked at him narrowly, and almost shrieked with surprise. "Heaven be merciful!" she exclaimed. "Thelast time l6awyou, Birney Graham, you laughed at me to my face when I spoke of vengeance; now your life depends on my word. I have only to let you die, Birney Graham. I told you I would hate you and injure you your life long." Something in her voice and words seemed to rouse and fix his fluttering faculties. He opened his black, wandering eyes, and fixed them steadily on her face, with a light in them which was a half-recognition. God knows what could have been passing through the man's head in his wild, weak delirium. I don't know what he meant, and he himself never knew. But with his burning, black eyes still fixed on the face of Alice Marlay; this is what he said: "The hyena will open graves to obtain food!" The strong-willed mistress of the man sion shuddered. "Get him into the house as quickly as you can, Brown," she said in a scarcely audible voice. A low couch was brought and the man was lifted upon it. The mistress super intended the removal. "Becareful there!" she said.in hersharp tones. "Are you lifting a pig?" She lifted his head herself. The man was carried into the genial warmth of the coal-fire, made as comfort able as might be, and a physician sum moned immediately. Then the sharp tongued mistress of the great house disap peared. She went to her own room and locked herself in. What she thought about during an hour there no mortal knows, but when she reappcrcd she was very pale, and her delicate, proud face looked like the face of one who has been fighting the light with himself and lost the battle. "Housekeeper," said Mis3 Marlay. "have the best bed-room prepared, if you please." "The best bed-room," echoed the house-, keeper, doubting ifshe had heard aright. "That was what I said," answered Miss Marlay. Birney Graham lay in the best bed room for weeks, "hovering between life and death," as the people who write nov els say. One day he suddenly came to himself and turned his head weakly on the pillow, toward Brown, who Bat beside him, and said. "Is this the hospital?" "Does it look like an 'ospital?" queried Brown, indignantly. Birney Graham thought about it two or three minutes before making up his mind. "No, it doesn't," said he finally. "Whose house is it." Brown told him, also that he had been found sick and was takeu in and tended like a president, by orders of Miss Mar lay. "What name did you say?" said Birney Graham, feebly. "Marlay, Miss Alice Marlay," said Brown, speaking as though he thought the patient had lost the sense of hearing. "Wasn't Miss Alice Marlay married long ago?" asked Birney Graham, still more feebly. "No, she wasn't and ain'i,', replied Brown. Birney Graham turned his face to the' wall again in silence. Brown went out and announced to the mistress that her patient had come to his senses. Miss Marlay returned with Brown, a changed. -oftened look on her face. She had watched Birney Graham day after day. held his thin hand in hers and bathed his hot brow, and all these days and weeks a conflict had been going on in her soul. Hate cannot last forever; though lore can. A strange, new, intense feeling ivaa growing in the heart of Alice Marlay. It was not hate. Was it love? Birnev Graham seemed to be asleep when Alice I Marlay stepped noislesely to his bedside. HeBCCmed not to see her or to hear her. But he was uot asleep. He was trying to gather strength to open his eyes and come face to face with Alice. After that, when she came in, simply a nod of recog nition passed, nothing more. He was too weak to thank her or to quarrel with her. A week later he was able to be dressed and lie on a sofa. Then he sent for Miss Marlay. He thought now he had strength to look into her face, and while he looked thank her for all her kind ness to him. She came in softly, a little pale and trembling a little. This man, Birney Graham, lying there helplesss as a babe, so weak even then that Brown could easily have frightened him to death, had nevertheless come to have a strange, sweet power over her. She sat down upon a little rocking-chair beside his sofa. He looked at her steadily with his intense black eyes. "I had thought," he began. Then he stopped. This beautiful face, pale with emotion, this was the face of his old, lost love, his first and on'y love, whom he had worshipped ah! God knows how wildly! He turned away from her and buried his face in the cushions, and broke into pas sionate sobs. He was so weak, so very weak, yet. The heart of Alice Marlay gave a migh ty throb, till it ached in her bosom, then it lay deathly still. She hesitated a mo ment, a little short moment, then she took Birncy's thin face between her hands and turned it back toward her again and kissed him on the mouth. "Birney, dear Birney!" she whispered, in a voice ineffably sweet and tender. He laid one wasted arm about her, and they both wept together a little. It is very sweet to mingle happy tears. Just because these two were so strong, and proud, and unforgetful for that very reason they will love each other with a mighty love, which shall endure when common loves are all forgotten,love which shall hold together till death parts them, and after that day comes that no other mortal can ever fill the place left vacant by either. "The man I marry must be a strong man," Alice Marlay had said. The man she married had hardly strength to step from the sidewalk to the carriage on his wedding-day. But he was a strong man, for all that, and his name was Birney Graham. Alice Marlay's father was a practical old gentleman with no nonsense about him, and, best of all, no snobbery about him cither. He cared precious little for Highland blood and that rubbish, and thought the world was wide enough for everybody, and one person waa as good as another so long as he behaved himself. When his daughter's choice was announc ed to him, he received the news in a fash ion peculiar to himself. "Why couldn't she have taken him live years ago?" said he. "I'm not always asleep when my eyes arc shut, and I thought then she could not do better. Birney Graham is one ol the few men I've known in 1113- time who had a head on 'cm. If she had married him five vears ago she'd have saved a sight of nonsense and I'd have had a son to help me nil this time." So you will understand the "hidden meaning" of the remark Father Marlay made when his approval was asked for the match. "Yes, yes! It's the strangest thing in nature that people can't learn any sense." The Vnllle of the Mosquito. People who voluntarily frequent the haunts of the sanguinary mosquito are not wont to welcome his tiny note of warn ing, nor the admonition of his pointed and tubular proboscis. We are confident, therefore, that the scientific conclusions reached by Dr. Samuel W. Francis will be welcomed by all who contemplate pass ing the summer months in the mosquito bearing districts. The doctor declares it to be his firm conviction that genus culcx was created for the purpose of drivin man out of the malarial districts. Since, however, man is thick-headed, and often won't go when he is driven, Providence has commissioned the mosquito first to punish him for coming, and then to ap ply a prophylactic in view of the malaria lie must of necessity inhale. That is to say, she (for it is only the female mosqui to that bites) hypoilermically injects into the wound a fluid which possesses the properties of quinine. Let us not too closely examine the correctness of the doc tor's conclusions. Katlier let 113, as the season advances, drop off into dreamland in the serene consciousness that the sons which lulls us to sleep merely announces the presence of a physician who furnishes his own medicines, makes up his own prescriptions and carries hi bill away wiin mm, lAritfmn ,''. A Roll on She Sme. It w a little thing, but it is a source of untold misery to the unlucky proprietor. We suppose you have had one? Al most everybody has. You feel it coming long before it really puts in a decided appearance. Your nose feels tight and straight, and it aches in little, needle-like pains, and you are pain fully conscious of the fact that you are the possessor of a no3e. Whenever, for any cause, you begin to be more conscious of owning one organ of the body than another, then be assured there is disease there. A person in per fect health knows no ears, no eyes, no limbs, no feet they are all concentrated in on comfortable feeling that he is sound in every part. As your nose grows worse yon begin to consult a hand-mirror, and set it up against the window for a better light Your nose is like a painting it requires a full head of light; and indeed it'looks as if it had not only been painted, hut var nished. Hourly it loses its fair proportions, and assumes no particular shape. It twists first to one side, and then to the other; and it bulges out like a broken umbrella, and the space under your eye is puffed and baggy, and the eye itself shows signs of going under. Your wife wants to goto a ball or an opera about that time, but yon are too much disfigured to venture, and she is sulky in consequence, and spitefully says she wishes she had married a man who wasn't everlastingly having boils. And she adds that she might as well have been Mrs. Job, and done with it. Your small children eye you curiously and tell vou confidentially that your nose looks just like old Blazo's when he's tight; and they embrace the first oppor tunity of asking their mother "if she thinks father drinks." Everybody you meet asks you if you have been fighting. People in the street cars stare at you ana wiuspcr about small-pox, and move farther off. School girls giggle when they meet you. and from small boys you get saluted in this wise: "Say, nose! where are you going with that man?" How earnestly vou watcli tne rising and swelling of your tormentor! No cul turist of roses ever watched the unfolding ol some new and rare variety of rosebud with anv more solicitude. How long it is coming to a head! Everybody laughs at your uneasiness and tells you to be patient How slow the time is in passing! Will it never be next week? Why doesn't the abomination break? Will it leave ascar? What did make it come? Will there be more of them? Why didn't you appreciate your felicity when you hadn't any boil? At last, after you have completely given out and have become resigned to a per petual boil on your nose, the swelling suddenly collapses, the "core" comes out, and "Bichard is himself again!" Frcnkv ofn Georgia Cyclone. Atlanta Herald. Colonel Parker Brown, a well-known citizen of Henry county, came to town and related further incidents of the great cy clone of last Saturday. He states that Colonel Matthew Johnson, an old citizen of Henry, tells him that when he first noticed or heard the rumbling noise, he saw a bodv apparently about the size of a fodder stack and pretty much the same shape, or more like a funnel, which came twisting and turning like the spinning of a top, and littcrly wrung great tree3 off at a uniform length from the ground, like a lawn mower. He noticed all through the air smaller bodies the same shape, which appeared to be drawn to the larger one. and as they would come in contact with the larger or parent funnel, the noise produced resembled the sharp crack produced hy slapping a board on a body of water. Thus, as these smaller "satellites" were gathered to the large one, it grew larger as it advanced. Mr. Dick Hightower, who lost one eye in the war, wa3 severely hurt, a piece of scantling striking him on the other eye, which, it is feared, will de stroy the sight. Mr. Hightower was lifted up and thrown forty yards against a barn, The chimney to his two-story house was lifted up and pitched top fore most into the well, completely filling it up. The houses on his place were lifted from the sills and turned completely around. It was noticeable that all the houses were carried off down to the first floor, as smoothly as if a knife had been passed through it Sixteen families living eight miles above McDonough, were left without shelter. A meeting of citizens at McDonough yesterday, authorized the Judge to draw 1,000 from the county treasury and apply it to the needy, and a commitee was appointed to look after them. A piece ol plauk three inches thick was blown half a mile, striking a fence rail going through as nicely as if it had been don with a mallet and 'chisel. Other most remarkable incidents are re lated, which time prevents noticing. "Please don't," said Augustine Bro- han to a person who touched her foot under the table, "My heart U old and my bo''.K nro new.'- . Ic-iM-r:tto 5,1 rnjiiile With a Benr. We have heard many stories of desper ate encounters with the bear, but do not remember hearing of one more desperate than that told of John Mintcr, which took place about the beginning of the present century in Delaware Countv, Ohio. Minter was a man fond of hunting, a crack shot, and bold as a lion. He would rather meet a bear than adecr any time, and would not change his course to avoid any beast that infested the woods. One day after a fruitless hunt of several , hours he came suddenly on a monster black bear and instantly drew up hia heavy rifle and fired. Bruin fell as if dead, but Minter had caution and ex perience enough not to approach a wqund ctl animal until hia weapon had been re loaded. After ramming another ball home he advanced to hia game, and game it was indeed; the skull had been but slightly fractured between the cars, which had only stunned the animal, and ns Minter touched him with the toe of his boot the bear reared into position to give him a hug. Minterdrew back suddenly and placed the muzzle of his gun close to his adversary's head, fired again, this time making only a flesh wound in the' neck. which enraged the animal to his wildest fury. The hunter clubbed his gun and laid it over the bear with all of his power, but this was soon hurled from his grasp; his hatchet came next, and this was forced from his hands and the bear was upon him. As a last weapon he drew his broad hunting-knife fiom his belt and undertook to stab hia terrible foe, but this was forced from htm by the bear's powerful paw, aa had been the implements of warfarebefore; he was left with nothing but his hands to- contend with this enraged monster. Bruin clasped him in his vise-like em-- brace, both rolled to the ground, and A fearful struggle then ensued between the combatants; one ruled by unvarying instincts and the other guided by the dic tates of reason. The former depended! wholly upon hugging his adversary to death, while the latter aimed at present ing hia body in such positions) aa would best enable him to withstand the vise-like squeeze till he could loosen the grasp. Minter was about six feet in bight, pos sessing large bones ana weii-aeveiopea muscles, and being properly proportioned was very athletic. The woods were open and clear of underbrush, and in their straggles they rolled in every direction. Several times Mintcr thought the severity of the hug would finish him; but by chok ing the bear he wonld compel him to re lease his hold to knock off hia hands, when he would recover hia breath and gain a better position. After maintaining; the contest in thia way several hours they, happily for him, rolled back nearly where the knife lay, which inspired him with buoyant hope, hut he had to make many ineffectual efforts before he coulJ tumble the bear within reach of it Having fi nally recovered itj he stabbed the bear at every chance till he finally bled to death, only relaxing hia hold when life became extinct The hunter attempted to get up, but waa too much exhausted, and, crawl ing to a log, against which he leaned, hia heart-9ickened aa he contemplated the scene. Not a rag waa left on him, and over his back, arma and legs hia flesh was lacerated to the bones by the clawet of the bear. By crawling and walking he reached home some time in the night, with no other covering than a gore of blood from head to foot Hia friends, who went out next morning to survey the ground and bring in the trophy, said the surface waa torn up by them over a space of at least half an acre. Jack Minter recovered, but he carried with him the cicatrices and welta, some of which were more than a quarter of aa inch thick, till the day of hia death. otwe and Garden. A pallid and excited individual dashed into a saloon the other morning, and in an agitated voice gasped the following: 'A glass of liquor quick? A man haa fallen outside and cut hia head shocking ly?" The bar-tender promptly turned out the liquor into a tumbler, which the stranger clutched nervously and emptied at once. Theo he drew hia hand across his eyes, sighed heavily, looked into the face of the amazed dealer, and apologetic ally Eaid: "The sight of blood allera did make me sick?" And then he walked away, leaving the bar-tender staring at the door. A Western editor appeals to his delin quent subscribers by saying: "Thia week we have taken potatoes and pickles on subscription. Now, if you will bring in some vinegar for the pickles"and wood to roast the potatoes, we can live till arti chokes get big enough to dig." A corn whisk will take anything off your coat, and corn whisky wilL take off the coat of your stomach. The fellow who asked for a lock of his girl's hair was informed that it costs mon ey, hair docs. Of what possible use ia a nan who makes it his business to be extremely disagreea ble. The only difference between a man and a woman's hat 59 the price. Benton, Maine, has a School Board cn tirdv compo'cd of vrntnen.