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VOLUME II.
LOVE'S CHOICE.
BY KATE IIILLARD.
Do YOU remember, dear, my love.
Our parting in the twilight lane,
When Brighter than the stars above
Your eyes t«hone through their dewy rain,
And made me nay good-by again,
And held me, that I could not move?
Too fond to grieve, too sad to smile,
I yielded to their silent power
Aud was it but a breathing-while,
Or wan it through a spell-bound hour,
I kissed your face, an upturned flower,
Whose sweetness did my soul beguile?
Aud then I said, "Farewell, my sweet I
The hour has come, and we must pnrt
But through the long years ere we meet,
Which will you bear within your heart
To comfort yon when I depart—
Remembrance, or oblivion fleet?
"—A memory of all the bliss
That made the flying hours so bright,
From the first timid, trembling kiss
I dared to give yon one dear night,
Lost in a vision of delight,
Down to the perfect joy of this?
Forgctfulness of all the pain
That happiest lovers learn to know—
The floiibt« that come and come again,
The haunting fears that will not go,
The vague, faint chill presaging woe,
Unconquered by love's proud disdain?
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—Which would yon have, sweet? Now decide
Forgotten pain, remembered joy?"
"Ah, dearest!" then you said, and sighed,
Love's pain is but a brie! anuov,
But rich delights that never cloy
Are to his memories allied.
"Then bid my heart love's joy retain,
And sum felicity in this,
That all its' treasures still remain
And till we meet and live again
You shall lorget love's passing pain,
And I'll remember all itn bh.-s!"
—Lippincottfor August.
A "SHOCKING" INCIDENT.
BY T. H. GLENN.
IN the year 1853 I was traveling in the
Southern States, and, having business St
several points in North Alabama and
{Southern Tennessee which would detain
me in that section several weeks, I made
my headquarters" at the pleasant town
of Tuscumbia, Ala.
It was spring-time. The early part ol
the season had been favorable for work
on the plantations until the cotton-fields
were nearly all seeded, when cold, heavy
rains set in, which continued so long
that much anxiety was felt in all quar
ters lest the seed should rot in the ground
and render a second planting necessary,
besides otherwise putting in jeopardy
the yield, that year, of the great Southern
staple.
1 had^frequent occasion to use the tele
graph lines, and having myself manipu
lated a "key" some years previously was
soon on terms of familiarity with t^j op
erators.
One evening I desired to send a tele
gram to Eastport, Miss., a point some
distance below Tuscumbia, on the Ten
nessee River, but was informed at the
tclefpaplrofBoe that the line had been
down all day furthermore, that a brief
note just received from the operator at
Eastport brought information that "wild
lightning" during the preceding night
hair left his office instruments in a cha
otic condition, and that before he could
resume business a new outfit was neces
sary.
It was still raining, but the business I
had to transact was urgent, and although
it was nearly dark I determined to start
for Eastport as soon as a conveyance
could be procured. The roads were in
bad condition, but with a pair of splen
did bays and a stout vehicle I had no
doubt of going through safely. The man
ager of the telegraph office thanked me
for the offer of a seat to anyone going to
Eastport with the new outfit for the of
fice at that point, and when, half an hour
afterward, I drove around, one of the
operators (whom I will call Jones) was
ready to accompany mc. Provided with
a hamper of refreshments, feed for the
horses, a brace of six-shooters" and a
lantern, in case any mishap might befall
us, we started on our journey.
The night came on. Darkness as inky
and profound as that in the fabled Cim
merian caverns fell upon the earth, but
the instinct and intelligence of the
horses, aided feebly by the light of the
lantern, enabled them to keep the road
and maintain a fair rate of speed.
After awhile the rain ceased, and al
though I he roads were heavy we made
good progress until about midnight, be
guiling the time meanwhile with conver
sation.
It was in this region that some of the
most daring exploits of that noted vil
lain, John A. Murrell, were enacted, and
as Jones was familiar with their details
he related them for my edification. The
time of night, the darkness, and the wild
and broken character of some portions
of the country through which we were
passing were not calculated to produce
a very quiet frame of mind or inspire a
feeling of indifference to our surround
ings, aud whe'n, in the midst of a narra
tion of one of Murrtll's most atrocious
acts, we were greeted suddenly with a
command in aloud and peremptory tone
of voice to "Halt!" candor compels me
to say that both myself and my com
panion were, for the moment, considera
bly excited. Without.waiting for a sec
ond order I stopped the horses while
Jones raised the lantern high enough to
distinguish objects a little Way in ad
vance of us, thus discovering a couple of
horsemen.'
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Who are you and what do you want?"
I asked.
In a moment the response came—
It's of no particular account to you,
I reckon, who we are, but it does con
cern you to turn the heads of them horses
t'other way."
Now this was quite plain in one sense
but very indefinite and unsatisfactory in
another. Were these parties friends or
foes? Were we confronted by men who
meant to do us a friendly act, or were
they thieves and desperadoes whose mo
tives were plunder, no matter at what
sacrifice? The manner of the salutation
was not encouraging, but perhaps owing
to the fact that we had been canvassing
the villainies of a noted highwayman
we were more ready than we should oth
erwise have been to color with a sinister
purpose the words -addressed to us. In
stinctively both Jones and myself drew
our revolvers. Disguising any trepida
tion I might have felt I replied:
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You speak in riddles, my friend be
kind enough to explain why you have
stopped us."
Because it's of no use to go further
the bridge across the creek yonder is
gone and you'd be mad to try to ford it
now."
The explanation was as satisfactory as
brief. We could go no further that
night. I thanked the men for, their
kindness, and,.our excitement having1
SUbsjded, we inquired if" cither of them
could direct us to some place where we
could get accommodations for ourselves
and horses until morning.
One of them lived about half a mile oft
the main road, and as his was the nearest
house he reckoned he could take us
in" (as he expressed it), if we would put
up with such fare as he could offer.
Gladly accepting his hospitality, we re
traced our steps a few rods, and then,
following our pilot, turned into a new
road full of ruts, and an army of stumps
that disputed our passage at almost every
step.
The man proposed to take the lantern
and keep in advance of us, as in this way
we could better see the way. I have
never quite brought myself to the conclu
sion that Jones was not suspicious of him,
for he hesitated a little about relinquish
ing the light, but finally did so, and the
man's explanation of being out at that
time of night in search of "runaways"
(negroes) entirely quieted Jones' fears.
At last we arrived at the house. Ne
groes were aroused who took care of our
horses, and we followed our host into the
house. We were shown into an upper
room, where we retired immediately and
slept soundly until morning.
We were awake with the first glimpse
of daylight, as also was our host. We
arose, saw that our horses were fed, ate
our breakfast, offered to compensate the
planter (which proposition, with the pro
verbial hospitality of Southern planters,
he declined), and were again on our
journey.
The creek was found to be yet much
swollen, but we determined to ford it.
How we got out of it without accident
I have never been able fully to under
stand. It was much deeper than we had
expected, the current was swift and
strong at the deepest part the buggy be
gan to float and the horses were com
pelled to swim some distance. At length,
however, we landed at a considerable dis
tance below the point we had intended to
reach, and after great difficulty scaled
the bank and regained the highway.
Here we fell in with a long, lank, lan
tern-jawed, cadaverous-looking individ
ual astride a diminutive mule. He had
watched our perilous passage of the
stream with the utmost nonchalance.
Had he been stupefied with terror he
could not have manifested more supreme
indifference. He sat upon his mule, ey
ing us in a dazed way as though we were
some unusual phenomenon—inhabitants
from another planet. His singular con
duct no less than his singular personal
ity could hardly fail tofixour attention.
He was arrayed in a pair of butternut
pantaloons several inches too short and
held up by a single suspender made of a
strip of cotton cloth his huge feet were
encased in a pair of brogans that must
have required lasts large enough for Go
liath of Gath a tow shirt and a broad
brimmed slouched felt hat completed his
tout ensemble.
Until we had passed him he sat like a
statue, as though he was glued to the
mule and the mule was transfixed in the
mud. Nothing indicated that either the
man or mule moved a muscle except the
gradual turning of the man's head as he
bent upon us his steady stare. Wc
passed on without a word being
spoken on cither side, when he turned
about and followed our course, though
we soon left him out of sight.
About norn we reached Eastport just
in time to accomplish my errand before
the departure of the parties from that
point whom it was highly necessary to
sec. Jones went at once to the tele
graph office, where himself and the local
operator soon put the mecluin'um neces
sary there into working order. At East
port the line crossed the Tennessee and
the wire was down on the north branch
of that stream. The local operator had
been over to make repairs, but found it
necessary to return to the office for more
tools and materials, and in the afternoon,
when he went over the second time,
Jones and myself accompanied him.
There were about twenty persons on the
ferry-boat, and among them the individ
ual seen at the creek in the morning. He
had evidently been hobnobbing with
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John Barleycorn," for he indulged in
considerable loud and threatening talk,
which was chiefly directed, by reason of
the discovery he had made, toward
them telegraph fellows."
In the minds of many of the more
ignorant population, there and elsewhere,
the ridiculous idea prevailed that the
telegraph wires had some occult but
potent influence on the weather, and the
rains which then threatened to seriously
endanger the crops were mainly charged
by these simple-minded persons to the
existence of the telegraph lines.
The thimbleful of brains under the
slouched hat and unkempt hair of the
above-described individual was evident
ly penetrated with this stupid idea, and
now that he had placed himself outside
of a pint or so of tangle-foot," and was
encouraged by the sympathetic jargon of
four or five specimens of the same genus,
quite as ignorant and nearly as much
intoxicated as himself, he was very
noisy.
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Them starchy bucks thar Is a fixin'
uv the telegrat. I seed two uv 'em
mightily skeercd in creek this
mornin'. Dog on my skin, ef it wern't a
good thing ef they'd a bin drownded
This sally elicited a loud laugh from
his companions, while Jones and myself
could not repress a quiet smile. The
44native"
continued:
"Dad dang the telegraf it don't do
our country no good! Who's a gwine to
git a crap? The cotton seed is a rotten'
an' corn'll be drownded out."
The language, the demonstrations, and
the absurd idea of the speaker were su-
{remely
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Lookce h'ur, you ornery size fire sar
pints I kin lick you'uns outen them
shiny boots ye've got on in two minutes
by the clock, and a whole passel more
jist like ye. I'm the gobbler. Hooray!"
Jones suggested that a bottle of Mrs.
Winslow's soothing syrup might do the
fellow good, and remarks equally tanta
lizing by the Eastport operator made
him furious. His companions gathered
around him, and at one time a collision
was imminent. The interference, how
ever, of some of the bystanders, who ex
postulated with the parties about endan
gering the lives of others on the boat by
the use of firearms (several pistols had
been drawn), finally restored- quiet, and
anon the boat reached the landing.
Preparations were begun at once to re
pair the telegraph line. The countryman
aiid a couple of his friends approached,
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Lfi-
evidently bent on mischief. He gave out
that the wire should not be put up. A
splice was necessary, and before the addi
tional piece of wire could be put in the
indications were that there would be
trouble. Jones' quick perceptions, how
ever, suggested a way out of the diffi
culty, by the aid of electricity.
Attaching apiece of copper wire to the
wire of the line, and inserting the end of
another copper wire (to which was at
tached a relay) in the ground, he soon
found that he had a circuit," and was
in communication with Tuscumbia. With
the two copper wires he could break and
close the circuit 'and thus communicate
with the office, and by means of the
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relay" he could, by sound, understand
what was said to him. He made known
to Tuscumbia "the situation," and
arranged with that office to second his
plan.
Meanwhile the countryman and his
companions had posted themselves at the
point where the main wire was broken*
and to them the preparations going on
were as unintelligible as an example in
algebra. The leading spirit, however,
was the long individual whose ire had
boiled over on the ferry-boat. He had
seized the iron wire as it lay on the
bushes and expressed himself as anxious
that some one should attempt to take it
from him. At Jones' direction the East
port operator took another coil of copper
wire, threw it down near the countryman,
and stepping a little further off pushed a
loose end into the soft ground, taking
care to leave considerable loose wire.
Then eying the coil and the fellow al
ternately, as though loth to leave the
coil, he essayed to take it up. The bait
was taken eagerly, the countryman
seized it in triumph, still holding fast the
iron wire.
It only remained for Jones to direct
Tuscumbia to turn the force of his main
battery upon the Eastport wire Jones
did this and withdrew. In a moment
there was an unearthly yell a pair of
huge brogans attached to legs encased
in butternut were seen describing sundry
acrobatic gyrations in the air, and pres
ently about the worst doubled-up speci
men of the genus homo ever seen lay
moaning on the ground. He had received
a pretty heavy shock of electricity from
the battery at Tuscumbia. His confed
erates had seen him go up but they did
not stay to notice what became of him.
They fled to the woods at break-neck
speed, which was not diminished as long
as we could see them.
At first we were somewhat alarmed
but hastening to the man found that he
was not injured, though frightened out
of what little wit he had possessed. He
begged for his life and protested solemn
ly that if allowed to depart he would
avoid interfering with telegraph lines
and operators ever afterward, a promise
which, no doubt, he religiously kept.—
Our Fireside Friend.
The Irish Post-Boy (1835).
In the Irish post-boy we are not pre
sented with the white-jacketed, silk-hat
ted, top-booted and bright-spurred gen
tleman wc are accustomed to in England,
as trim as his own horses, and as silent,
till he touches his hat to get his fee for
driving them. The Irish post-boy, on
the contrary, is as scanty in his attire as
he is abundant in his intelligence, hav
ing always something to tell his passen
ger of the localities they pass through,
as though he took him for a book-maker
who was taking notes upon the way. He
fulfills a double function—he is guide as
well as driver, and his humor often lies
as much in what he docs as in what he
says. He will commence something in
tins fashion:
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Do you see that house, yer honor,
yonder? I suppose you know that's Mr.
d'Arcy's."
Yes, I do. Mr. d'Arcy is very rich, I
believe?"
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Well, sir, maybe he is and maybe he
isn't."
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Why, I thought he was a man of for
tune."
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Well, you sec, he was purty well off,
sir, till he got howld of the property."
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Till he got it! What do you mean?"
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Why, sir, when he was 7tcir to the
property he had great expectations, and
so, on the strength of that, you see, he
got whatever money he wanted."
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Well, and so he ought, when he was
heir to £5,000 a year."
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That's true, yer honor, that's true,
sir! But then, you'll understand, he was
heir to £5,000 a year that was spint."
"Oh, I see!"
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So, when he got the property, of
course the gentleman was ruined."
In a particularly dangerous dart of
the road, with a precipice on one side of
you, you observe the post-boy keeps
casting an inquiring glance toward his
vehicle.
44What's
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rather an awkward bit of road here."
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Oh, it's nothin', sir it's a grand pros
pect."
"Yes—of going over. Why, it is some
hundred feet to the bottom."
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Well, it may be—but look at the
prospect, sir them mountains—oh,
they're grand, sir they beat the world
for dignity. You'd never see their likes
again if you was to go over twenty preci
pusses."
After many other tales and difficulties
you reach your journey's end, and then
the post-boy, as you have surmised, ex
pects a good gratuity. You give him
what you consider to be a handsome re
ward of his services, but still he is not
contented.
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ludicrous. It was utterly use-
ess for "them telegraf fellers" to at
tempt controlling their risibilities. The
explosion of laughter which followed was
hearty, loud and prolonged. Its effect
on the speaker, however, was verj aggra
vating his blood went up to lightning
heat at once. Walking over to where
our party stood, and posing defiantly, he
threw down the gauntlet in this wise
Sure," he says, "your honor wouldn't
mind another shiliin'?"
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No," you reply "I think I've paid
you liberally?'
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But you'll consider the way I drove
you, sir?"
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Not a pleasant one, by any means."
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And the power of stories I told you?"
Some of which I have heard before."
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Well, then, give me another shiliin',
sir, an' I'll tell you somethin' which I will
undertake to say you never hea*d be
fore."
"Very good then, there's a shilling.
Now, what's the story I have never
heard?"
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Well, then, of coorse your honor re
members the three miles we came along
with the cliff upon one side of us?"
"Rememberit? I shall never forget
it!"
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Well, sir, you don't know, sir, that I
drove you them three miles without a
lineh-pin!—From Lover's
Life."
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Unpublished
THE raising of clover is found to be
the most successful and cheapest mode
of enriching the ground. Wherever
clover can be successfully cultivated the
land can be made productive and re*
munerative.
A N I N I E I E N I E 1 N E W S A E
WORTHINGTON, NOBLES CO., MINN., SATURDAY, AUGUST 15, 1874.
A Showman's iratitude.
IT MUST have been in or about the year
1830 that a peripatetic circus company
pitched their tent in the village of Staun
ton, in the Valley of Virginia, for the
profit to be reaped from the patronage of
country gentry and plantation hands, and
gave such entertainment of light fantastic
equestrianism, athletic contortion and
ground-and-lofty tumbling as has not yet
lost its periodical zest for rural neighbor
hoods. The small village inn and every
other receptacle for transitory guests in
the place were taxed to give temporary
domicile to the small army of show-peo
ple but one there was ot the cavalcade
who, instead of billeting with his com
rades, took the first opportunity to slip
away from both tent and village and
follow a road winding afar among retired
plantations.
This was a mere boy, haggard and pre
cociously rueful of glance and figure,
escaping from a bondage in which fre
quent stripes had not been wanting to
make him something lower than a horse
in nightly feats of the arena. Things had
come to such a pitch in his maltreated
young life that he preferred a future of
beggary on foot to the last-countered
tinsel of the beggar on horseback,
and upon reaching the stately
Britingham plantation he began his
new career by asking at the
door for a glass of water. The sight of a
white boy on the tramp was a novelty
for that part of the country in those
patriarchial days, and hence the whole
household, with the planter at their head,
were attracted to the scene. Upon being
kindly questioned by old Mr. Britingham
the fugitive Smike of the circus frankly
revealed his story and situation, and that
with a piteous earnestness of speech and
manner which might have extorted sym
pathy from the roughest phase of human
nature. His response was an offer of
immediate refuge and protection in the
good old, hearty, hospitable style, and
the whimper with which he accepted did
him no harm in the estimation of his new
friends.
Henceforth the runaway of the ring
was a privileged inmate of the fine house
for a year, enjoying every kindness that
benevolence could devise but at the end
of that period, when another circus was
tented in neighboring Staunton, and he
went there with the throng to see, the in
fluence of the old habit proved stronger
in his nature than the newer ambition,
and the boy being naturally of sawdust
to the sawdust returned, not, however,
without something gained for the refine
nent of his whole future life, in a senti
ment of ardent gratitude to his bene
factors and an ardor to excel in his
natural lot for the honor of that benefi
cent emotion. Only a circus-rider was
he again, to be sure, but the something
of abetter sphere of life with which he
went back to horses and clowns was a
something potential to make him rise
above the creatures of meaner experi
ence.
By skill as a performer, sobriety of
private character, and a shrewdness not
the less effectual for its honesty, his
progress through the remaining years of
his minority was a continual ascent, and
in his twenty-first year he had attained
the dignities of manager and proprietor.
Many times in these prosperous days he
brought his thriving circus to Staunton,
and always improved the opportunity to
present himself at the hospitable door
where a simple glass of water had been
the lens through which his friendless
boyhood had caught its first view of the
world's clearer face. The same welcome
was there still the same disposition in
his own heart to whimper and God
Tdess you!" sounded in it all. The deso
lation of war supplanted the tent of the
showman with that of the soldier in the
once happy valley at last, and Sheridan
rode to slaughter where erst the peace
ful vaulter through hoops had urged his
spangled steed in the merry round of the
ring.
While the circus still gathered golden
gain in distant uninvaded States, fire and
sword raged in tempests around the
home ol the Britinghams, until smoke
blackened chimneys marked the place
where that home had been, and the
churchyard closed upon the aged eyes
most mournful for the desolation. Not
until the spring of 1870 could the circitf
man, now well advanced in years him
self, hear aught of the surviving family
that, upon the destruction of their home
stead and the death of their chief, had
wandered away from the old plantation.
At the time mentioned, when the now
mammoth equestrian enterprise was giv
ing entertainments in Kansas, a poorly
dressed, hollow-cheeked man applied for
some unskilled employment about the
tents.
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the matter?" you inquire
Your name," said the rich showman,
is Britingham?"
There could be but one answer, reluct
antly given:
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Yes."
With a strange look the rich proprietor
grasped both hands of the other in his
own.
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Then," said he, you are the son of
the best man hat ever lived, and I thank
God that you have come to share in all
that your father has a mortgage upon
for eternity. Take my te.it, my peoole,
my horses, my bank-book, and then
you'll have just the interest of the one
unpaid debt of my life."
Here was good feeiing and no mistake
the kind of feeling that needs some sort
of unexpectedness of origin to make it
perfectly sublime, and just enough of
the eommonness of common natures
about it to excuse nature's common way
of betraying its simplest effect. The two
men cried over each other without the
slightest regard to sex, and then the
Southerner begged off as well as he could
by finally consenting to accept a loan—
only that—of $5,000 for the purchase of
the farm.
The Yankee would not "let up on
him," to use his own words, a cent
cheaper, and added a season ticket to the
show for the whole family. Two years
later the aforesaid out-and-out, double
twisted, dyed-in-the-wool down-Easter
was at Washington with his "city of
tents," chromatic posters, unrivaled ar
ray of talent, and other epizootic symp
toms. One night after the performance
he was sitting in the room of his hotel,
making merry with certain friends, when
a card was handed to him by a waiter,
followed by its immediately invited
owner, Mr. Britingham, of Kansas, now
in a high state of agricultural affluence,
who had called to pay back that loan,on his
way down to Virginia to see what could
be done for the restoration of the old
place.
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He wants to pay me back, gentlemen
—pay me back!" ejaculated the show
man, by way of general introduction to
the company. Why, Heaven bless you,
my boy,"tf it was twenty-five thousand
I'd dodge you as many years to make you
keep it—and a hundred thousand more.
You're the son of the best man that ever
lived a man that made a man of mc
and I'd like to see myself paid back."—
N. T. Graphic.
A Wonderful Rat.
AT the corner of Tchoupitoulas and
Gravier streets, on Friday evening, was
given a remarkably interesting and dar
ing wire-walking performance, which
was witnessed by a numerous concourse
of curious spectators. The performer
was a full-grown rodent, and his appa
ratus was furnished by a telegraph wire
which at the point indicated crosses over
the street from the roof of Bassett &
Co.'s liquor-store to the roof of the store
directly opposite. It appears that this
gay and festive rat has during the past
we made frequent evening excursions
across that wire, to the edification of the
denizens in that quarter, si^that for the
past few evenings it has been the regular
thing for a curious public to watch for
him at about five p. m. each day—that
hour, curiously enough, having been se
lected by his ratship for his mid-air
journey. True to the call he came for
ward yesterday, as related, and accom
plished the hazardous task in such clever
style as would have put to the blush the
best efforts of the champion of two
legged wire-walkers, and which was ap
plauded by the beholders vigorpusly and
enthusiastically. He appeared first to
view on the roof of the Messrs. Bassett's
store, where near the edge of the tele
graph wire runs along an upright post
at an elevation of about a foot. Mr. Rat
•pened the ceremonies by leaping from
the roof to the wire, which he clutched
with his fore-paws, and upon
which thereafter, by a very skillful dis
play of his gymnastic powers, he swung
himself until he stood upon it on all
fours. Remaining thus standing for a
few seconds as if to take a careful sur
vey of the dangerous road before him he
started upon his journey, and at a mod
erately rapid gait he skipped along the
slender wire as deftly almost as if he
were on terra firma. He never swayed
to the right or left but maintained a per:
fectly erect position that evidenced a
calm confidence and capacity as to the
results of careful training and experi
ence. Reaching about midway the dis
tance he halted an instant and looked
down upon the multitude of upturned
faces below him. Whether he didn't
like the looks of the faces or whether he
was in a hurry to keep an appointment
he was off again in a trice, and at an in
creased pace traversed the remainder of
his journey to the roof of Messrs. Jack
son & Co.'s store, reaching which he
leaped to the roof and was seen no
more. Speculative minds may herein
indulge their fanciful imaginations to
their heart's content touching the prob
able purpose of this rat in thus not only
making regular evening journeys across
the wire but also in returning, for it is
clear that he does return since he always
starts on his trip from the same roof.—
New Orleans Times.
A. Dog and a Rattlesnake in Mortal
Combat.
ON the 22d inst., within two and one
half miles of this place, on the farm of
John Davis Terrell, a most remarkable
scene occurred. It was a terrible en
counter between a dog and a rattlesnake,
which ended in the deatS of both. About
dusk that evening, as Mr. Terrell and his
plow-boy and a white woman he had
hired to hoc were wending their way
slowly homeward, after the day's labor
was over, leading their horses along a
pathway near the margin of the corn
field, the woman, who was barefooted
and walking in the path before them,
suddenly sprang back, exclaiming that
there was the biggest snake she ever
saw. Mr. Terrell then advanced with a
short pine-knot in his hand, with the in
tention of striking it, when the boy cau
tioned him, reminding him ot the immi
nent danger he would incur by attempt
ing to kill such a snake with such a frail
weapon. He made no further effort to
strike it, but the motion with the pine
knot no doubt alarmed his snakeship, for
he instantly turned and glided into the
bushes and briers, and as he moved the
rattles made the well-known sound,
which was also familiar to the dog, who,
hearing it, at once sprang upon the
snake, and, it is supposed, caught it by
the tail and tore away its rattles, as their
sound was not afterwards heard. The
snake would strike at the dog, and he
would seize it in his mouth and shake it.
But, before he got hold of it, it struck
him several times with its fangs. The
dog had previously killed several rattle
snakes, and understood how to fight
them upon a fair, open field but in this
case he fought at a very great disadvan
tage, being impeded in his movements by
the thick jungle of vines, briers
and bushes among which the snake
had taken refuge. The fatal wound
must have been given by the snake very
soon after the contest commenced, as the
dog was observed to become weak and
to stagger—then he seemed to renew hie
attack on the snake with terrible energy
and ferocity, taking it by the body and
shaking it most vigorously from side to
side, and tearing great slugs of flesh from
its body. A soon as he had subdued
the reptile he carried it out to open
ground, where his master was, and laid
it down. Then, reeling like a drunken
man, under the workings of the deadly
poison, the brave fellow placed his feet
on its body, and, with the energy of des
peration and death already grappling
with him, he literally tore out its vitals
and strewed them on the ground. In a
moment, and at the very climax of his
victory, the faithful dog reeled and fell
to the gr«und, and in a few minutes was
stiff in death, notwithstanding every
possible effort was made to save him.
The snake was an enormous one, and
from Mr. Terrell's account mast have
been at least five feet long. He
bit the dog many times— tyice under the
neck in the soft part of the breast, and
twice on the shoulder, besides several
times on the mouth. The wound in the
breast being near the jugular vein did
the work, no doubt. It is asserted on
the word of a gentleman of undoubted
veracity that the punctures made by the
fangs were one and one-fourth inches
apart, and they had the appearance of
having been made by an awl. The dog
was a mongrel, of medium size, consid
erable mixed with bull, and had been
bitten once before by the same kind of
snake.—Allendale (Ga.) Cor. Atlanta Her
ald. «.
A CRAZY man was found on an Omaha
prairie, eating grass.
CURRENT ITEMS.
THE autumn silks will be striped.
A NEW postal card will soon be issued.
Six men recently caught 1,000 grown
trout in one day in a Montana stream.
THE latest
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charm" for watch chains
is a stick of caustic to cauterize dog
bites.
FRENCH milliners are already at work
upon the autumn bonnet. They have
promisea to produce a perfect love."
A BROOKLYN girl claims to have
changed her dress and completed her
toilet in three minutes, the other after
noon.
IT is shrewdly observed that sawdust
pills would cure a great many diseases if
the patient would only make his own
sawdust.
A GUN standing in the corner of a
room in a house at Monrovia, Ind., was
fired off by electricity during a recent
thunder-storm.
WnEN a man saves his cigar money to
buy his wife anew bonnet and the chil
dren new shoes, it indicates a spell of
sunshine.—Danbury News.
A BRUSSELS telegram says the Wash
ington Government has given notice to
terminate the treaty of commerce and
navigation with Belgium the 1st of July,
1875.
THERE are no bouquets about a news
paper office, but sometimes the contents
of the paste-cup acquire a maturity
which by any other name would smell as
sweet.
A SCIENTIST announces that a human
being has 7,000,000 of pores through
which perspiration and exhausted partf
cles of the system escape. We are all
pore creatures.
KATE FIELD writes from Spain that if
nature would economize on fleas, and
disburse the extra energy on the men of
that country, she would be doing a thrifty
piece of business.
IT is said that the Transatlantic
Steamship Company will appeal against
the award of the British Admiralty
Court, in the case of the abandoned
steamship Amerique.
A TRAVELING circus company has sued
the village of Great Falls, N. H., for
damages incurred through the unre
paired condition of its roads, whereby
several of the troupe got great falls.
AN old maid is not without power. A
writer observes that he has known one
such to turn a steamboat excursion into
an occasion of gloom and despondency.
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THICKER than the surrounding foli
age, with wings like Apollyon's, a beak
like an artesian auger, and a voice like
the sound of many waters," is a poetic
description of the New Jersey mosqui
toes.
Miss MCHENRY, of St. Stephen's Church
Philadelphia, sets a noble example to
women who wish to be of real use in the
world. She has raised $200,000 for
three church homes, which care for 600
children.
AN awful animal, ten feet long, with
yellow eyes, switchy tail, cream-colored
fur aud shrieky voice, is what somp rail
road laborers say they saw in the night
on Dresden Mountain, Vt. Probably a
combination of cat and imagination.
A STREET BEGGAR in New York says
that the panic has ruined him. His col
lections have dropped to $3 a day rents
have fallen 30 per cent., and he has two
houses and three stores empty even at
this reduction.
ACCORDING to the census, there arc
only two men in America who make a
specialty of the manufacture of hand
organs. Just think how easy it would
be to kill those two men, and yet they
still live!—N. Y. World.
Tins is the way in which an observer
classifies them: The Comanches have
a concealed look the Kiowas more fear
less and open the Apaches are a steady
set. The Sioux have all three of these
looks and more to suit occasions.
THISTLES are growing thriftily in the
streets of Victoria, and the papers arc
clamoring for the enforcement of the
ordinance against noxious weeds. They
say in effect: Thistle never do."—San
Francisco Chronicle.
THERE is nothing like neighborly sym
pathy. A Boston baby fell out of bed
the other morning, and during the next
three hours eight women in the neigh
borhood made twenty-three inquiries
concerning its health, and its mother had
to drop it twenty-three times to go to the
front window to answer.—Boston Globe.
TIME seems to be dull with the doctors
also. Recently a little girl with a can of
kerosene was followed six squares by five
physicians. They were sitting on the
fence in front of the house late at night
awaiting the explosion.—Milwaukee Sen
tinel.
SOME sharpers in New York have been
persuading Western farmers into send
ing them money for Alsatian cabbage
seed, the seed being guaranteed to pro
duce cabbages Aveighing from forty to
sixty pounds. They have done a lucra
tive business, but the police are looking
after them and their harvest is over.
A MARRIAGE took place in this city yes
terday, which, on account of certain cir
cumstances '4 in the case," should not go
unnoticed. The bridegroom, wc under
stand, is twenty-six, the bride about fifty.
The present happy man is her fifth hus
band No. 4 was buried between one and
two months ago.—Cumberland (Md.)
Neics.
A YOUNG lady stopping in Brattleboro,
Vt., for a few days sent a friend of hers
to the store to get a pair of shoes. She
told her friend to get number fives, but
her friend, being anxious to secure a good
fit for her, ordered the storekeeper to
change the mark on a pair of sevens.
He did so, and the lady said they fitted
better than any she ha had in a long
time.
ANOTHER brutal father has turned up
in the person of William A. Bates, of
South Framingham, Mass., who, after
having forced his wife to leave him, three
years ago, at the instigation of his
mother, began a systematic abuse of his
three children, keeping them upon short
rations all the while, and binding them
to a post in the barn when he was par
ticularly mad with them. He was im
prisoned by the State authorities.
A CURIOSITY of the polecat persuasion
was killed recently by a farmer living
near Franksville, Wis. This monster
had three full-sized bodies, three heads
and three tails, but only eight legs. The
cats were connected by a fleshy ligature
about four inches long, three inches wide
and two inches thick. The middle cat
had no legs at all, and was entirely sup
ported by the outside cats. The center
cat was a male, and the outside cats
females.
NUMBER 49.
EARS ago Edgar A. Poe published the
celebrated Balloon Hoax." In his
minutiae of the management of the air
ship he made mention of a method ot
maintaining a fixed altitude. It was
simply along rope coiled in the basket,
the lowering of which retards the motion
and brings the balloon to a lower posi
tion. Now, after the lapse of much time,
the idea has been adopted by Mr. Donald
son, and submitted to a practical test.
1 his last ascent that aeronaut found
the drag-rope proved for itself all the
writer of the fiction claimed for it. The
rope is about 400 feet in length, and
when not in use lies coiled in the bottom
of the car. When a lower position is de
sired, the rope is let out, and the friction
of the air upon it retards the progress of
the balloon, bringing it to a lower level.
A N E W ENGLAND paper gives the fol
lowing account of a curious church dis
pute and its termination. It says: Con
necticut people are proverbially smart,
and the following incident is no excep
tion to the rule: A religious society in
one of the towns in that State was af
flicted, as many other societies Have been
and are, inasmuch as the pew-owners had
a real estate right in the property. Some
of them would not give up their right, nor
sell it, nor consent to any action by the
parish which could be legally resisted.
Here was a case of tyranny. In a free
republic an oligarchy ruled the majority.
But invention is the offspring of neces
sity, and Connecticut is its home. At a
parish meeting of the society it was
voted to floor over the tops of the pews
and build anew. The real estate re
mained peacefully intact below, and the
unyielding owners found themselves lit
erally floored."
The Atrocity of Feather Beds.
THE cackling of the goose is said to
have saved Rome. The feathers of the
same bird arc dealing death to America.
We are reminded of this as the summer
approaches, and the hospitality of rural
friends occasionally introduce us to the
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feather bed" which has come down an
heirloom in the family for five genera
tions. It is a capacious bag, holding
some thirty to forty pounds of good, hon
est geese-feathcrs, plucked a hundred
years ago, and held in high esteem by
succeeding generations until it has come
into the possession of the present incum
bent of the old homestead. Underneath
this feather bed is the straw bed, filled
annually with clean, sweet, oat straw.
This relieves the pressure upon the
bed-cords, which are annually tightened
at the spring house-cleaning -with old
fashioned winch and pin until the tense
cord makes music to the stroke of
the hand. This feather bed was a toler
able inititulion in the days of log houses,
with the free ventilation of a big fire
place, and rifts in the roof through
which the wind whistled and the snow
drifted in every winter storm. But now
with tight houses and stoves that heat
everything from cellar to garret the ca&c
is altered. No amount of airing and
sunlight will permanently redeem the
bed from the odor of old feathers, which
is anything but agreeable, and the more
atrocious cfl'ctc animal matter that has
escaped fiom tluc sleepers that have
sought repose here for generations past.
Think now of John Giles coming in from
his day's work in the field where lie has
been following the plow or driving the
mower or reaper, his body all daylong
in a vapor bath, to repeat the process in
the night watches as he stretches his
weary limbs upon this unpatented per
spirator. Here he tries to sleep, but
wakes often from fitful dreams and
tosses as if a fever were raging iu his
veins. Is it any wonder that he rises
from unrcfrcshing sleep \i ith the early
dawn, that he grows lean and cadaver
ous, and becomes cross and dyspepti*
The poor wife who shares his couth
has possibly, in addition to his dis
comforts, the care of a nursing
child. Is it any wonder that she conies
to the morning meal more dead than alive
Is it any wonder that so large aper cent,
of the inmates of our lunatic asylums
come from our farms? The old proverb
that the rest of the laboring man is
sweet" needs to be received with sevoml
grains of allowance. There is not much
sweetness or refreshment on this pile of
feathers in the sweltering summer nights.
It is surprising to sec how long it takes
modern improvements to invade the agri
cultuial districts, even with the help of
railroads and newspapers. Hair mat
tresses and spring-beds are unknown
luxuries in many of these districts where
the civilization is at least two hundred
years old. "The age of home-spun,"
supposed by some of our brilliant writers
to have departed fifty years ago, is still
continued in unbroken force. Some
thing cool and soft to sleep on and under
is still a desideratum in most farm
houses. The apology for feather beds
and cotton-quilted comfortables is not
poverty, but convenience of manufac
ture. The feathers are a home product,
and a tea-drinking makes the quilts and
comfortables. Yet John Giles owns his
farm, is out of debt, has a good bank
account, owns railroad stock, and could
have mattresses, fine linen, and blankets
if he understood their comfort and
economy. Where are our advertisers of
good beds and bedding?—Agriculturist.
The Vapor-Bath as a Cure for the Bite
of Mad Dogs.
According to Dr. Buisson, of Lyons,
an almost certain cure for the bite of a
mad dog consists in subjecting the pa
tient to the influence of a vapor-bath,
heated to 134 to 144 deg. Fahrenheit, for
seven successive days, for the purpose
of throwing him into a profuse perspi ra
tion, and thus eliminating the poison
through the skin. When the disease has
actually declared Itself, it will be suffi
cient to take one vapor-bath, in which
the temperature is made to rise rapidly
to 98 deg. Fahrenheit, and then slowly to
227 deg., the patient keeping his room
until the cure is complete. A few hot
bricks placed in a pail of water, over
hich the patient sits on a cane-bot
tomed chair—a large blanket covering
him in, from his shoulders down to the
floor—can be easily improvised, and is
said to answer the purpose of a vapor
bath admirably. The remedy is the re
sult of the personal experience of Dr.
Buisson, he having been subjected to the
bite of a mad dog, and affected with all
the symptoms of hydrophobia. Having
a theory in regard to the efficacy of
vapor-baths in such cases, ha tried the
experiment, and found that, when the
temperature reached 125 deg. Fahren
heit, the symptoms disappeared as if by
magic. Since then he has tested more
than eighty persons bitten by mad ani
mals, and, according to his account, has
nat lost a single case.

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