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Tbe matter of yearly advertisements changed VOL. 1. HAHTFOBD, OHIO COUNTY, KY AUGUST 11, 1875. NO. 32. quarterly free of charge.- For furtber particu lars, addresM Jxn. P. Biseirr J Co.,-Publishers, SUBSCRIPTION R-VTES. TWO WrTTKEH. Koforc Jlnrrinsc If j Maggie, my beautiful darling, Creep into my arms, my sweet, Let mo fold you again to my bosom Eo close I can hear your heart beat. IVbitl these little fingers been sewing? One's been pricked by the needle, I see; These hands shall be kept freo from labor When once they are given to mo. All mine, little pet, X will shield you From trouble and labor and care, I will robe you liko some fairy princess. And jewels shall gleam in your hair; Those slippers yon gave me aro perfect, That dressing-gown fits to a T; My darling, I wonder that heaven Ehould give such a treasure to me. Eight sine ten eleven! my precious, Time flies so when I am with you, It seems but a moment I've been here, And now, mast I say it? Adieu. After MnrrinRr. Ob, Meg, yon are heavy I'm tired; Go sit in the rocker, I pray; Tour weight seems a hundred and ninety When you plump down in that sort of way. You had better be mending my coat sleeve I've spoken lbout it before And I want to finish this novel. And look over the bills from the store. This dressing-gown sets like the d 1; These slippers run down at the heel; Etrange, nothing can never look decent; I with you could know how they feci. What's this bill from Boapcr's ? Why, surely. It's not for another new dress? Look herel I'll be bankrupt ere New Year, Cr your store bills will have to grow less Eight o'clock I Meg, sew on this button As soon as yon finish that sleeve; Ileigh-bo I I am so decidedly sleepy, I'll pile off to bed, I believe. CSUinorVs (Suimtfon; on, TUB LAWM'S SECRET. Jty MISS JI. K. rniADDOX. ACTnos op "aceoka flotd," "liov acdlev's SCCBT,' "johx marchmoxt's legacy," "elkasor's victokv," "Linv lisle," "DABRELL JIAREHAV," ETC., ETC. CHAPTER W rCOM LONDON TO PARIS. While dressing, Ellinor gave her maid , orders to set about packing, immediately. Ellis, a very solemn and matter-of-fact person, expressed no surprise, but went quietly to work, emptying the contents of wardrobes into imperials, and fitting silver-topped bottles into '.heir velvet-lined cases, as if there were no such thing as hurry and agitation in the world. It was a long evening to Ellinor Dal ton. Every quarter that chimed in sil ver tones from the ormolu time-piece over the chimney seemed an entire hour to her. Never had the county families appeared so insufferably stupid, or the Iomlon visitors so supremely tiresome The young man from the War Office took 1icr into dinner, and insisted on telling hereotne very funny stories about a young man in another government office, which brilliant anecdote lasted, exclusive of interruptions, from the eoup to the des eert, without drawing any nearer the point of the witticism. After the dreary dinner, the eldest daughter of the oldest of the county families fastened herself and a very difficult piece of crochet upon tier, and inflicted upon her all the ago nies of a worsted-work rose, which, as the young lady perpetually declared, would not come right. But however dis trait Ellinor might be, Horace Margrave was not Horace of the West-end world lie talked politics with the heads nf the county families; stock exchange with the city men; sporting magazine and Tatter eall'6 with the country swells; discussed the last delut at her Majesty's Theatre with the young Londoners; spoke of Sir John Herschel's last discovery to a 6ci entific country squire; and the newest thing in farming implements to an agri cultural ditto; talked compliments to the young country ladies; had, in short, some thing to6ay on every subject to everybody and contrived to please everybody, with out displeasing any one. nd let any man who his" tried to do this in the ciowned urawing-room of a country- house, say whether or not Horace Mar grave was a clever fellow. "By the by, Horace," eaid Sir Lionel as the accomplished lawyer lounged against one corner of the long marbl mantelpiece, talking to a group ofyoung men and one rather fast young lady, who had edged herself into the circle, under cover of a brother, much to the indigna tion of more timid spirits, who sat mod estly aloof, furtively regarding Admira ble Crichton Margrave, as his friend called him, from distant sofas; "by th ly, my boy, where did you bide yourself all this morning? We sadly wanted you to decide a match at billiards, and I sent people all over the house and grounds i search of you." "I rode over to Horton after lunch,' eaid Horace. "I wanted a few hours there on electioneering business.'' "You've been to Horton?" aked Sir Lionel, with rather an anxious expres ses, my dear Sir Lionel, to Horton. But how alarmed you look ! I trust I haven't been doing any thing wrong. A client of mine is going to stand one whit the less the elegant and accom plished for the place. But surely you're not going to throw over the county elec- tors, and stand for the little borough of Horton, yourself!" he 6aid, laughing. Sir Lionel looked a little confused, and the county families grew suddenly very grave; indeed, one young lady in pink, who was known by about seven fair con-1 fidantcs to have a slight tendre for the handsome lawyer, clutched convulsively at the wrist of a young sister in blue, and istencd, with an alarmed face, to the conversation by the chimncypiece. "Why, how silent every one has grown I', eaid Horace, still laughing. "It seems as if I had launched a thunder-bolt pon this hospitable hearth in announc ing my visit to the little manufacturing town of Horton. What is it why is it how is it?" he asked, looking round with a smile. "Why," said Sir Lionel, hesitatingly. the the truth of the matter that is not to mystify you in short you know they, they've a fever at Horton. The the working classes and factory people have got it very badly, and and the place is in a manner tabooed. But of course, added tne oil man, trying to look cheerful, "you didn't go into any of the back streets, or amongst the lower classes. You only rode through the town, I suppose; so you are safe enough, my dear Horace." The county families simultaneously rew a long breath, and the young lady n pink released her sister's wri&t. I went, my dear Sir Lionel," said Horace, with smiling indifference, "into about twenty narrow back streets in an our-and-a-half, and I talked to about forty different factory hands, for I wanted to find which way the political current set in the good town of Horton. lliey all appeared extremely dirty, and now, I remember, a good many of them looked very ill; but I'm not afraid of having caught the fever, for all that," he added, looking round at the grave faces of his earcrs, "half-a-dozen cigars.and a sharp ten mile's ride through a bleak, open country must be a thorough disinlectant. II not," he continued bitterly, "one must ie so'oncr or later, and why not of a fe- cr caught at Horton?" The young lady in pink had recourse to her sister's wrist again, at this speech. Horace soon laughed off the idea of danger from his afternoon's rambles, and, n a few minutes, he was singing a Ger man drinking song, accompanying him self at the piano. At last the long evening was over. and Ellinor, who had heard nothing from her distant work-table of the conversa tion about the fever, gladly welcomed the advent of a servant with a tray of glistening candlesticks. As she lit her candle at the side-table, Horace Mar grave came over, and lit his own. "I have spoken to Sir Lionel,'' he said; a carriage will be ready for us in an hour. The London mail docs not start till one o'clock, and wc shall reach town n time to catch the day service for Paris. But, Ellinor, it is not yet too late; tell mc arc thoroughly determined on this step?" "Thoroughly," she said. "I shall be ready in an hour." Mrs. Dalton's apartments were at the end of a long corridor; the dressingroom opened out of the bed-room, and the door of communication was ajar as Ellinor entered her room. Her boxes stood ready packed. She looked at them hur riedly, examined the addresses which her maid had posted on them, and was about to pass into the dressing-room, when she stopped abruptly on the threshold, with an exclamation of surprise. Her husband, Henry Dalton, was seat ed at the table, with an open portfolio spread before him, writing rapidly. On A chair, by the lire, lay his great coat, railway rug, and portmanteau. lie looked up for a moment, calmly and gravely, as Ellinor entered; and then continued writing. "Mr. Dalton!1' Yes," he raid, still writing; "I came down lvi'uc5 30 train. .1 returned soon er than I expected. ' "By the 5:30 train?" she said, anxious ly; "by the train which leaves London at half past five, I suppose," she added. "By the train which leaves here at half past five," he said, still not looking up; "or should reach here by that time, rather, for it's generally five minutes late." "You have been here since six o'clockl" ''Since ten minutes to eix, my dear El linor. I gave my valise to a porter, and walked over from the station in a quarter of an hour." "You have been here since six, nnd have never told meof your arrival; never shown yourself in the house!" "I have shown myself to Sir Lionel. I had some very important business to arrange." "Important businc6sl?" she asked. "Yes, to prepare for this journey to Paris, which you arc so bent upon taking." A crimson flush suffused her face, as she exclaimed, "Mr. Dalton I" "Yes," he suid, quietly, folding and sealing a letter as he spoke, "it is very content ptable, is it not? Coming unex pectedly into the house by the conserva tory entrance, which, as you know, to any one arriving from the station, eaves about two hundred yards, I heard, invol" untarily, a part of a conversation which had so great an effect upon me as to induce me to remain where. I was, ard, voluntarily, hear the remainder.'' "A listener?" she said with a sneer. "Yes, it is on a par with all the rest, is it not? An avaricious man, a money grubbing miser; or, perhaps, even worse, a dishonest speculator with the money of other people. Oh, Ellinor Dalton, if ever the day should come (Heaven forbid that I should wish to hasten it by an hour) when I shall be free to sav to you about half a dozen words, how bitterly you will regret your expressions of to-day. But I do not wish to reproach you: it is our bad fortune, yours and mjne. to be involved in a very painlul situation, from which, perhaps, nothing but a rupt ure of the chain which unites us could extricate us. You have taken the initia tive. You would leave me, and return to your aunt in Paris so be it. Go I" "Mr. Dalton !" Something in his manner, in spite of her long-cherishcll prejudices against him, impresses and affects her, and she stretches out her hand, deprecatingly. "Go, Ellinor! I, too, am weary of this long struggle ! this long conflict with appearances which, in spite of myself; condemn mc! I am tired to the verv heart of these perpetual appeals to your generosity and confidence trying to win the love of a womau who despises me.' "Mr. Dalton, if if I have miscon strued " she says, with a tenderness un usual to her in addressing her husband. "7youhavc misconstrued," he exclaim ed, passionately. "No, Ellinor, no! it is too late now for explanations; besides, I could give you none better than those you have already heard too late for reconcil iation; the breach lias been slowly widen ing for three long years, and to-night I look at you across an impassable abyss, nnd wonderthat Icoiildhaveeverthotight, as Heaven knows I once did, of ultimate ly winning your love." There were tears in his voice as he ut tered these last words, and the emotion, so strange to the ordinary manner of the young barrister, affected Ellinor very much. "Mr. Dalton! Henry!" "You wish to go to Parit Ellinor. You shall go ! But the man tn-t accom panies you thither must be Henry Dal ton !" "You will take me there?" she asks. "Yes, and will place you under your aunt's protection. From that moment you arc free of me forever. You will have about two hundred a year to live upon. It not much out of the three thou sand, is it ?" he said, laughing bitterly; "but I give you my honor it is all I can afford, as I shall want the rest for myself." lie looked at his watch. "A quarter past twelve," he said. "Wrap yourself up warmly, Ellinor: it will be a cold journey. I will ring for the people to take your trunks down to the carriage." "But, Henry," she took his hand in hers; "Henry, something in your man ner to-night makes mc think that I have wronged you. I won't go to Paris. I will remain with you. I will trust you. He pressed the little hand laying in bis very gently, nnd said, looking at her gravely and sadly, with thoughtful blue eyes, " You cannot, Ellinor ! No, no, it is far better, believe me, as it is. I have borne the struggle for three years. I do not think that I could endure it for another day. Ellis?" he said, as the lady's maid entered the room iu answer to his sum mons, "you will see that this letter is taken to Mr. Horace Margrave, imme diately, and then look to these trunks be ing carried down-stairs. Now, Ellinor, if you arc ready." She had muffled herself hurriedly in a large velvet cloak, while her maid brought her her bonnet, and arrange the things which she was too agitated to ar range herself. She stopped in the hall, and said: 1 mubt 6ay good-by to Horace Mar grave, ana explain this chau" in our plans." "My letter has done that, Ellinor You will not speak one word to IloJace Margrave while I am beneath this roof." "As you will," she ansners, submis' sivcly. She has suddenly learned to submit to, if not to respect, her husband. Henry Dalton is very silent during the short drive to the railway station, and when they alight, he says "You would like to have Ellis with you, would you not?" She assents, and her maid follows her into the carriage. Itseems as if herhus band were anxious to avoid a tete-a'tete with her. Throughout the four hours' journey, Ellinor linds herself involuntarily watch ing the calm, grave face of her husband under the dim carriage lamp. It is im possible to read any emotion on that smooth, fair brow, or in those placid or thoughtful blue eye?; but she remembers the agitation in his voice as he spoke to her in her dressing-room. "He is capable of some emotion," she thinks. "What ifafter all I ehould rcallv have wronged him? if there bhould be some other key to this strange mystery than meanness and avarice? If he really loves me, nnd I have misconstrued him-, what a wretch he must think me!" The next evening, after dark, they ar rived in Paris; and Ellinor found herself, after an interval of nearly four years, once more in her aunt's little drawing room in the Rue Saint Dominique. She waB received with open arms. Henry Dalton smoothed over the singularity of her arrival, by saying it was a visit of his own suggestion. Everything will explain itself at a fu ture lime, Ellinor; for the present, let ours be thought a temporary separation. would not wish to alarm your poor aunt!" "You shall -jiave'jour own old bed room, Ellinor," eaid her aunt. "Nothing has been disturbed since you left us 1 Look !" and she opened the door of a little apartment leading out of the drawing-room, in which ormclu clocks, looking-glasses and pink curtains very much preponderated over moie substan tial articles of (urniture. "But you are looking very ill, my dear child," she said, anxiously, as Ellinor pusliDd away the untastcd plate of cold chicken, which her mint had persuaded er to try and eat, "You are really look ing very ill, my dear Ellinor!" "My journey has tired me a little; if you will excuse me, aunt. It is nearly eleven o'clock " "Yes, and rest will do yon more good than any thing. Good-night, my cjarling child. Lisette you remember Liselte shall wait upon you exclusively, till your own maid gets accustomed to our foreign ways." Wearied with a night and day of inces sant travelling, Ellinor slept soundly, and, waking the next morning, found her aunt seated by her bedside. "My dear girl, you look a great deal better after your night's rest. Your hus band would not disturb you to say 'Good by,' but has left this letter for you." "Is Mr. Dalton gone?" "Yes; he said he had most important business on the something, and a circuit," said her aunt, vaguely; "hut his letter will no doubt explain all. lie has made every arrangement for your comfort du ring your 6tay with me, my dear Ellinor. He seems a most devoted husband." "He is very good," said Ellinor, with sigh. Her aunt left her, and she opened the letter opened it with an anx. iety she could not repress. Her life had become eo entirely changed in these few eventful days; and, in spite of her indif ference, nay, dislike to Henry Dalton, she felt helpless and unprotected now that she found herself abandoned by him. She could not refrain from hoping that this letter might contain some explanation of his conduct some offer of reconciliation. But the letter was very brief, and did neither: "Mr Dear Eli.isor, When you receive these few lines of farewell, I shall he on my wny back to England. In complying with your wish, and restoring you to the home of your youth, I hope nnd believe that I have acted for the best. How much you have misunderstood me, how entirely you have mistaken my motives for the line of conduct which i have been compelled to adopt, you may never know. How much I have suffered from this ter rible misunderstanding on your part, it would be impossible for me ever to tell ynu. But let this bitter past be forgotten; our roads in life henceforth lie entirely separate. Yet, if at any future hour you should ever come to need an adviser, or an earnest and disinterested friend, I must implore you to appeal to no one but Ue.vkv Daltos." The leiter fell from her hand. "Now now I am indeed alone. What have I done," she Eaid, "that I should have nev er been truly and sincerely beloved? The victim of a marriage of interest! It is very bitter. And the man the only man I could have loved no, no, the thought of his indifference is too pain ful." Continued next week. A funny incident is related of a con stable in Adrian, Mich., who arrested a prisoner in a distant town. He hand' cufffd the prisoner and himself together and hud down to sleep. In the morning the handcuffs were on the constable's wrists, the prisoner was gone, and so was the pockctbook, nioncy, and watch of the officer. At Buel, the Utah mining camp, they do not waste words. Lately a fellow known as "Frcnchy." entered a restau rant and ordered some hot cakf- The cakes were brought out steaming hot, but "Frenchy" found a fly in one of tiiera, and flung the dish on the floor. The proprietor, J. D. Andrews, rushed intff an adjoining room, got a double barrelled shot gun, and mortally wounded the fas tidious customer. Time is life's tree, from which some gather precious fuit, while others lie down in its shadow and perish with hunger. Time is life's ladder, whereby 6ome raise themselves up to honor and renown and glory; some let themselves into the depths of shame, degradation and ignominy. Time will be to us what, by our use of j the treasure, wc make it a good or an evil, a blessing or a curse. REV. JOE. STRIKER. It Don't Ilnppcn to be tlic Rlcht Jinn. Max Adeler in the New York Weekly. Over in W. one-of the churches recent- ly called a clergyman named Bcv. Jos. Striker. In that citv, by a most unfortu nate coincidence, there also resides a noted prize fighter named Joseph Striker, and rumors were afloat a few weeks ago that the latter Joseph was about to engage in a contest with a Jersey pugilist lor the championship. Our sheriff considered it his duty to warn Joseph against' the pro posed infraction of the Irws, and so he de termined to call upon the professor of the art of self-defense. Unhappily, in inquir ing the way to the pugilist's-house, some body misunderstood the sheriff, and sent him to the residence of the Rev. Joseph Striker, of whom he had never heard. When Mr. Striker entered the room, in answer to the summons, the sheriff eaid to him, familiarly: "Hello, Joe? How are you?" Mr. Striker was amazed at this address, but he politely said: "Good morning." "Joe," said the sheriff, throwing his leg lazily over the arm of the chair, "I came round here to sec vou about that milt with Patsy Dingus, that they're all talking about. I want you to understand that it can't come off anywheres around here. You know well enough it's against the law, and I aint agoing to have it." "Mill I Mill, sir? What on earth do you mean?" naked Mr. Striker, in aston ishment. "I do not own any mill, sir. Against the law! I do not understand you, sir." "Now, see here, Joe," said the sheriff, biting off a piece of tobacco, nnd looking very wise, "that won't go down with me. It's pretty thin, you know. I know well enough that you've put up $1,000 on that little affair, and that you've got the whole thing fixed with Bill Martin for referee. I know you are going down to Pea Patch Island to have it out, and I'm not going to allow it. I'll arrest you as sure as a gun if you tt it on, now mind me." "Really, sir," said Mr. Striker, "there must he eome mistake about " "Oh, no, there isn't. Your name is Joe Striker, isn't it?" asked the sheriff. "My name is Joseph Striker, certainly." "I knew it," said the sheriff, spittingon the carpet, "and you see 1 have got this thing dead to rights. It shan't come off, and I'm doing you a favor in blocking the game, because Patsy M curl you all up and sicken you, anyway, if I'd let you meet him. I know he's the best man, and you'd just lose your money nnd get nil bunged up besides; so you take my advice now and quit. You'll be sorry if you don't." "I do not know what you are referring to," said Mr. Striker. "Your remarks are incomprehensive to mc, butyour tone is very offensive, and if you have any bu siness with me I'd thank you to state it at once." "Joe," eaid the sheriff, looking at him with a benign smile, "you play it pretty well. Anybody'd think you were lnno- cent as a lamb. But it won't work, Jo' seph; it won't work, I tell you. I've got a duty to perform, and I'm going to do it, and I pledge you my word if you and Ding- us don't knock off now, I'll grab you and send you up for ten years as sure as death I'm in earnest about it." "What do you mean, sir?" asked Mr. Striker, fiercely. 'O, don't you go to putting on any airs about it. Don't you try any strutting be fore me," eaid the sheriff, "or I'll put you under bail this very afternoon. Let's sec. how long were you in jail the last time? Two years, wasn't it? Well, you go fight ing with Dingus and you'll get ten years sure. "You are certainly crazy!" exclaimed Mr. Striker. "I don't see what you want to stay at that business for.any how," eaid the slier iff. "Hereyou are, in a snug home, where you rarght live in peace, and keep respect able. But no, you must associate with low characters, and go to stripping your self naked, and jumping into a ring to get your nose bloodied and your head swelled and your body hammered to a jelly, and all for what? Why, for a championship! It's ridiculous. What good'll do you if you are a champion? Why don't you try to be honest and decent and let prize-fight ing alone?' "This is the most extraordinary conver sation lever listened to," said Mr. Striker. "You evidently take me fot a " "I take you for Joe Striker, and if you keep on, I'll take you to jail," 6aid th sheriff, with emphasis. "Now, you tell me who's got those stakes, nnd who's your trainer, and I'll put an end to the whol thing." "You seem to imagine that I am a pn eilist ." said Mr. Striker. "Let me inform you, sir, that I am a clergyman." ' "Joe," said thesheriff, slinking his head s'uwly, "it's too bad for you to lie in that w.iy too bad, indeed." ,Bnt I am a clergyman, sir pastor of th'? church of St. Sepulchre. Look, here ia if. letter in my pocket addressed to me, "You don't really mean to say that you are i preacher named Joseph Striker?" exclaimed the sheriff, looking scared. "Certainly I am. Come up stairs and I'll' shovr you a barrelful of my sermons." "Well if this don't beat Nebuchndnez- ar!" ean the sheriff. "This is awful! Why, I mistook you for Joe Striker, the prize-fighter! 1 don't know how I ever a preacher! What an ass I've made of lyself! I don't know how to apologize, but if you want to kick inedown the front steps, just kick away; I'll bear it like an angel!" Then the sheriff withdrew unkicked, and Mr. Striker went up stairs to finish is Sunday sermon. The sheriff talked of resigning, but he continues to hold on. A TEXAS TRAGEDY. Two IMvnl Physician FIcht n Tinr wills niilelirr Kiiivco The KcuU Ended with Powder nnd Itnll. From tbe Austin (Tex.) Statesman. From Serbin comes the news of the fi nale of a fearful tragedy, and we are able to gather the following particulars in re gard to it: Drs. Mallette and Manning were both practicing physicians in the same neighborhood, and had been living icre for several years. Some little pro fessional jealousies sprang up between them, and Mallette, in time, began to talk about the other doctor in what was regarded as an unjustifiable manner. He did not, as it is- said, confine his remarks bout Manning to his professional capac ity alone, but had placed him in a wrong practical lrght before others, and had also ndulgcd in reflections upon the character of a near female relative of Manning. Manning finally called upon Mallette to give an explanation of his course, which resulted in an agreement between them to fight. They went to a store, selected each of them a butcher knife, and then seeking an open place, commenced a. work of carnage. The knives did their work well, but before either was mortally wounded they were separated, Mallette weltering in his gore, and Manning a wreck of his former self. Though sepa rated, and death in Manning's case ap pearing imminent, a fearful vengeance was mutually vowed upon the spot, and faithfully kept, as the sequel shows. The combatants slowly recovered from their wounds. Manning's neck had been al most severed from his body, and in his re covery he became fearfully deformed, his head being drawn by the severing of the muscles entirely outof its proper position. Ue went to the town of Belton, in Bell county, while convalescing, and remained there for a few months. Time rolled on, and vengeance demanded that the vows made on the dav of the fight be fulfilled. The forces of attraction that were to brin these two men together in mortal combat were too great to withstand, and Manning found himself, a few days ago, in the little town of Serbin. Vengeance had claimed its reward, and no sooner had Manning become quietly domiciled at his home than the fierce. Mallette loaded his gun with deadly missiles and followed him to his own door, where he made an attempt to kill him, which resulted in the imme' diate death of Mallette. Manning had not forgotten the mutual vows of ven geance, and when Mallette made his ap pearance, he, too, was fully prepared. Mallette fell, pierced through the heart with a bullet, and a fierce and bloody tow was fulfilled. THE CYNTHIANA MURDERS. The Killing or Ir. FecKover ir nr. Domillv. Mill liiesamequeni hiiiiuz or the Murderer by It. 11. Itldgcly. Paris Citizen, 30th ult. A terrible tragedy occurred in Cynthi ana yesterday, in which Dr. E. J. Peck- over and Dr. C. J. Donally were both kill ed. The parties to the difficulty had been Bartners in business for some time, but had dissolved partnership a few months ago, and the unfortunate affair originated in the settlement of the firm bnsinees. On Wednesday, as we are informed, Dr, Feet over denounced Dr. Donally as a liar. which the latter did not resent at the time, as he said they were both Ma3ons. Yes- terday afternoon, about 5 o'clock, Dr. Donally was near Dr. Peckover's office door which is about ten feet from Dr. Donally's office when Dr. Peckover, coming out, the former called to him: "You called mca liar yesterday," and deliberately shot him, the ball passing through the heart, and killing him in stantly. Donally immediately gave him self up. Dr. Peckover leaves a wife and eeveral small children. A little before G o'clock, while Dr Don- ally was nnder arrest, in charge of the of ficers, in the office of the County Judge, awaiting his preliminary trial, R. II. Ridgely, brother-in-law of Dr. Peckover, came into the room, drew a pistol and shot and instantly killed Dr. Donally. Just before dying he requested his broth er to take charge of his body and effects, The parties to this terrible tragedy were well known in this city. They had an of fice here last year, and engaged in th practice of their profession. Dr. Donall, came from Virginia, and it is understood his body will be taken to that State for interment. Ridgely was immediately arrested ant lodged in jail. His examining trial w be held to-day. A cat annoyed Louis Vollman of Mount Airy, Ohio, and he loaded heavily double-barrelled gun, intending to shoot the pest. He fired once, wonnding tli cat, and then chased it, striking with th stock of the cun. A blow hit the floor hard enough to explode the other charge, and Vollman was killed. "ULYSSES ALGERNON.'-' Thnf 1 to bo the Xmnp'of the ItnTiy at J-onc UrTmcli -I low tic' f.ool 7f. Sun Long Branch letter. The Pre9iu"cais cottage is- on ther sea ward side-of Ocest avenue; abontat rmfe south of the nearesrrrofelc The neighbor hood is occupied- by hwidsonrersCrrrcrurea than these which are interspersed with the hotels between the East End and the West End. The thoroughfare is broad-, hard, and smooth, but unshaded; ctiit runs along a b!u? about two hundred yards- front the beach. Each cottage stands in a plot of about two acres, ant midway between the atennt amd- ther Ocean. Grant's residence is- rather less in size than th average,-and" different in? architecture from an? of the rest. It is two and a half stories high, and' fills at area of aboat forty feet square. Althouglr the architecture is plain-, its appearance is peculiar, mainly because of a mixturer ofyellow and brown in the color. There is an abundance of verandar.-but, as ia-trn-of all the residences eo close to the beach, an absence of out-door shade. Grant spends nearly half lira- existence orr this veranda. There he' sits-, smokes and la" zily shifts his position out of reach of the changing rays of the snnv He often saun ters over to the adjacent cottage of George Washington Childs, A. M., the greal American poet, and to- his- stable, whisht is a structure-in the style of his cottage, in the corner of the lot close to the avenue. He usually drives in an oppo-r site direction- from- the hotels, toward! Ocean Grove; wcfclr he- line visited eev eral times recently, ill's cronies arer Childs, Babcock, Porter- and Tom. Mur phy, and with them he spends many eve- nings over cards poker eing the game,- is sans. Besides the Fresfdent's family, ther household contains Mr. and Mrs. Sartoris, and the new baby boy, a son of Mrs-. Sartoris, formerly Misa Nellie' Grant'. The little fellow is thirteen days-old now and a "bouncer," if that means- a fat. healthy baby. A morning wa)k took me past the Grant cottage yesterday, and1 at the gateway was a nurse-maid with a' baby-carriage, in which lay the Presi dent's grandson. The chubby little fel low was trying to- swallow one of hisr fist, as is the habit of reckless infants, and was closely scrutinizing its- feer, which were sticking out in sight. It seemed to have known nothing about feet betore that, and to be amazed by ther nowlcdge of their existence. Women: hold that there really is a difference- in the faces ol babies nnder a month old; but I believe that the wisest, parents woold only know their own, shoulif art accidental mixture occtrr, by the eolsr of ribbons, eyes, and stockings; This one was fat-cheeked1, and bad the rntral bit of nose floating in the middle of his face. His eyes were grayish blue, and roguish ly wide open. Hair was scarce oi hi head, what there was of it being a yel lowish fuz. Seriously considered, thos who are interested in the subject may think of him as a healthy, large, hand some babv, with indications that be is going to Took like his mother, except that his hair and eyes will be like his father's. On this occasion he was daintily dressed in white, the lace trimming being worth, by a lady's estimate based on description, not less than two or three hundred dol lars. He was in a rollicking good humor, kicking up his new-found feet and poking is fist half out of eight rn his mouth. The sun was Just high enough to- slant ts rays into the carriage, making shiny spots on his clothes and both arms, and his wonderment was great at this expert-, ence. Mrs. Sartoris sat at ft window in the lower story of the cottage, and watched her baby as it was trundled to and fro on the walk. The nurse was a middle-aged-woman," wearing a white cap such as are worn by French loniles. I asked her if the baby was well. Yes, sir, he is a very healthy child," she answered. "How's his disposition?" "He's as good as he can be." "Much like his grandpa?" "I don't know, sir." "Cry nights or daytimes?" "Both, a little, but not much." "What's his wefght?" "He weighed terr pounds and a half, sir, when he was born, and I .guess he ain't been weighed since; but he grows fast." "Been named?" "Not yet. We call Lim baby and Dumpling.' His said that the boy will be named Ulysses Algernon Sartoris, and that he will soon be taken to England with his father and mother. Solomon Hagar wa3 a lazy drunkard who lived with his industrious brother at Harvard, Mass. He went home drunk and the brother threatened him with ex pulsion from the premises if he did not re form. "You will be sorry for that," said thesot; and thereupon he wentto the barn, set fire to a mow of hay, and was burned to death in the conflagration. A San Francisco rumseller was con vinced of the degradation of his business when his daughter, eleven yearao'd, got drunk and was arrested.