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Weekly L- G. GOULD, Publisher. Devoted to the Interests of the Democratic Party, and the Collection of Local and General News. Two Dollars per Aimum, Indjance, ', .J- VOL. V. NO. 34. EATON, OHIO, THURSDAY, MAY 23, 1872. WHOLE NUMBER 265. Democrat "V' , -J The Origin of Scandal. Raid Mrs. A. To Mrs. J.. In quite a confidential way. ' It seems to me , , That Mrs. B. Takes too much something in her tea. And Mrs. J. To Mrs. K.. That night was orerheard to say- She grieved to touch . Upon it much, Sit " Mrs. B. took such and such I" Then Mrs. K. Went straight away And told a friend, the self-same day, " Twas sad to think " Here came a wink "That Mrs. B. was fond of drink." The friend's disgust Was such she must Inform a lady. " whieh she nussed," That Mrs. B. At half-past three "Was that far gone she couldn't see 1" This lady we Hare mentioned, sho Gave needle-work to Mrs. B. And at such news Gould scarcely choose But farther needlework refuse. Then Mrs. B.. As you'll acree. Quite properly she said, said she. That she would track The scandal baok To those who made ber look so black. Through Mrs. K. And Mrs. J. She sot at last to Mrs, A. And asked her why. With cruel lie. She painted her so deep a dye T Said Mrs. A.. In sore dismay, " I no such thing could ever say ; I said that you Had stouter grew On too much sugar-r-whioh you do!" CHUCK—A COLORADO ROMANCE. Deane Monahan in Kansas Magazine. you stand upon a certain bluff on the south side of the Arkansas river, a few miles above the mouth of the Pur gatoire, you will be the spectator of a scene not easily forgotten in future wanderings. Eastward stretches dimly away the winding, sedgy valley of the dreariest river of the West treeless, sandy, desolate. All around you are the endless undulations of the wilder ness. Beneath you are the yet silent camps of those who are here to-day and gone to-morrow. Westward is some thing you anticipate rather than see; vague and misty forms lying upon the horizon. But while the - world is yet dark below and around you, and there is scarce the faintest tinge of gray in the east, if you chance to look north ward you will see something crimson high up against the sky. At first it is a roseate glow, shapeless and undefined. Then it becomes a cloud castle, battle men ted and inaccessible, draped in mist and hung about with a hovering curtain of changing purple. But as it grows whiter and clearer the vague out lines of a mighty shape appear below it, stretching downward toward the earth. What you see is the lofty pinnacle which has gleamed first in the flying darkness, sun-kissed and ' glorified in 4 he rosy mornings of all the centuries. It is Pike's peak, sixty miles away. Years ago, a victim of the nomadic instinct named Lemuel Sims, a man who had forsaken his home in the Mis souri bottoms for a gold-hunting jour ney to California, and who, after many changes, had again started eastward, was finally stranded upon the banks of the Arkansas, within the magic circle of protection around old Fort Lyon. Sims had grown middle-aged in wandering, and had consumed almost the last re mains of that dogged energy in migra tion which is the characteristic of Tiis class, by the time he reached - a spot than which it would have been hard to find any more utterly wanting in at tractions. But he was not alone, for he had a wife who had been his companion in his journeys, and three daughters, who had irregularly come in upon his vicissitudes. In sending those guests which are always unwelcome and never turned away, the old man's fates had not been kind. What he needed was loys boys of whom hereafter should be made the ranchers, the Indian fighters, the hunters and the poker players who should diligently follow in the footsteps of their wild predecessors, and live hard and die suddenly. When Sims came to his last residence, the or der of march was as follows : First, Sims, a hundred yards in advance, gun in hand ; secondly, two mules and an old wagon, Mrs. Sims at the helm ; thirdly, three cows, four sheep, four logs, and behind all, two freckled, brawny, moccasin ed girls. The third and youngest, the darling of the family too young, indeed, for service occu pied a cozy nest among the household goods, and peeped out from beneath the tattered cover, plump, saucy, and childishly content. She had acquired the name of Chuck, abbreviated from chicquita " little one" and amid all the changes which befell her thereaf ter, the name clung to her as part of herself. The Sims "outfit" was only an inte gral portion of a cavalcade of such, strong enough for all purposes of mu tual society and defense. Months had passed since the family began this last move. The long summer days had passed, and the nipping nights and scanty pasturage were the cause of the - premature ending of the journ y. Hav ing stopped only for a I lght, they had conclude ! to stay until spring, or some other time when a spasm ot the migra tory disease should seize them. But the rough house cf Cottonwood logs Sims made with the help ot his lamuy was a sheltered nook which soon be came home-like. There was game in abundance, and what was not immedi ately consumed the old mail exchanged for groceries at the poet. What was still more fortunate, Sims' house was near the route of travel, and ne could indulge Ins love ot gossip, as well as lur- nish an occasional meal to travelers. When spring came the stock bad grown fat, and, save the mules, had increased ' in numbers a hundred fold. Impelled by tne lorce ot circumstances, a little garden was inclosed, and it came about that ry June the frontiersman and his family found themselves prospering be yond anything in their past history, The shanty took upon itself the dignity of a ranch ; and in truthfulness it is - necessary to state that the commodity wmcn met tne readiest and most profit able sale was a fluid which, chemically -speaking, it was slanderous to call whisky. " Sims's " became known far and wide, and the proprietor began to thinK himself gaining upon the world both in money and fame two things . which, in the unfortunate constitution of society, are not sufficiently distrib uted. But this new era of prosperity was not due to Sims' management. It grew solely out of the fact that he had three daughters. The unfortunate con stitution of the family was the direct cause of its unwonted thrift. Any white woman in such a place is an en ticement not to be resisted by the aver age plainsman, and " Sims' gals" were celebrities over an extent of country as large as the State of New York. But as time passed and the small herds increased, the females became ob jects of a still profounder interest. They were spoken of as heiresses. Neverthe less, at the pinch no amount of money could have married either of the two eldest daughters. They were tall, gaunt, and coarse. They were as ignorant as Eve, and had performed the duties of masculinity bo long that either of them was near a match for a cinna mon bear. Not so with the youngest. The most courtly and pol ished dames in the land have seldom displayed as much in the way of per sonal endowments as this one rose among the thistles. Fair-skinned and blue-eyed, strong and graceful, petted trom infancy and nurtured in compara tive ease, healthful in sentiment as in body, sb e was a special attraction, and came seldom in contact with the rough characters who frequented her father's house. And she had the mind of the family. Her opinions were the law of the house, and she occupied her auto cratic position without embarrassment and ruled without check. Old Sims was her man-servant, and her mother was only a privileged associate and ad viser. As for her huge sisters, they continually rebelled and always obeyed. There is a mysterious law of primogeni ture by which children sometimes em body the characteristics of distant an cestors, and discarding the nearer family traits and circumstances, reproduce the vices, virtues, and countenances which have been moldering for a century. There must have been some' rare blood in the Sims family, for this last scion of a race which had been subjected to all the influences of the frontier hardship and toil in the Alleghenies ; ague and laziness in the Missouri bottoms, and poverty always was totally unlike her family and her surroundings. The sprawl ing feet, gaunt limbs, great brown hands, coarse complexions and carroty hair of her sisters and her mother were things they had apart. Nobodp knew or ever asked how Chuck had learned to read, or became possessed of certain well thumbed books and stray: newspapers. No one ever inquired into the mystery of how her garments came to fit her round figure with a neatness which was yellow coils) "day so gracefully upon her shapely head, .finally, the pervading force which directed all things in and around the ranch came to be almost un questioned. A beauty with a' will is a power; a beauty witn Drains and a win is the most complete of despots. . The Suns family had been hve years in this locality, and mainly through the ability of the youngest child, now a ma ture woman, aided by the circumstance of fortunate location, had acquired cat tle, money and respectability. The money and respectability were easily cared tor, because UnucK carried them both upon her person ; but the herd which was gathered nightly into the corral was the lure of final destruction. The charmed circle of safety which was drawn around the military post was an indefinite and uncertain one, and the incursions of Apaches are governed by no conventionality. After long delay and frequent smaller thefts, came the final swoop which took all. - Old Sims and Chuck started to go to the post. The presence of the latter was necessary to Keep tne lormer trom getting drunk and failing into the hands ot military minions, to be incarcerated in the guard-house. In the perfect peacefulness and serenity of the early morning it seemed impossible that dan ger and death could lie in wait so near. As the old man dug his heels into tne flank of his mule and Chuck looked complacently back from her seat upon a pony only less willful than hia rider, the two little dreamed that it was tne last time they were to see " Sims's Kanch." As tbey threaded their way along the intricacies of the trail, Chuck of course in the lead, the old man la bored diligently to briDg out the capac ities of his mule wherever the path was wide enough to permit bis riding beside his daughter. - In truth ne nad some thing to cay to her concerning those matters in which girls are always inter ested and about which they are always unwilling to talk. A confidential con versation with his daughter was One of Sims's ungratified ambitions a thing which in late years be bad often failed in accomplishing. She cared for him, was kind and loving, but seemed to have no ideas in common with him ; and do what he would he could not keep pace with her. When two persons are thus together, there is frequently an uncon scious idea of the thoughts ot one in the mind of the other, and the girl kept steadily ahead. But the object was one which weighed upon the old man s mind ; and despairing of nearer ap proach, he presently called out from be hind : Chuck !" "WelLwhat is it?" came from the depths of the bun-bonnet in front. 1 1 want ter know now, honest, what yer going to do with them two fellers which air one or t other of 'em alius 'round onr bouse lookiu' fur you. It looks as though Sairey, bein' the oldest, shud hev some kind of a chance and she did afore you crowed u but 1 roc'on, now, there's no use thin kin' uv that till you're gone. .Now, as atween these fellers, I'd like to know" and plaintively " 'pears to me like I've rigat to Know wnicn uv em you re going to take. I cuden't be long choosin' ef 'twas me. W'y, Tom Harris is big an' hansum, and rides jest lorty miles every week to git a sight uv ye, kin tell from that feller's looks that he'd swim the Arkansaw and fight anything iur ye. The face in the sun-bonnet grew red as a pansy at the mention of the name but the old man did not see that, and he continued : " But I'm mainly oneasy on account of there bein' two sich. When Tom an' the slick-lookin' feller from Maxwell's is here at the same time, the passes looks which means everything that two sich fellers can do fur to win. I don't like 'tother feller ; neither does the old woman, lie d do a'most anything, in my opinion, an' if you don't make choice atween 'em soon, them fellers '11 fight, and that's sartin'." the race which had been rosy grew a little pale as he talked. The old man had told his daughter nothing that she did not already know; but she was startled to think that the hatred of the two men had been noticed by another. The question in Chuck's heart was not which of the two men she would take, but how to get rid of the disappointed one. Therefore, woman-like, she bad encouraged neither of them. To her acute mind the difficulty had been a trouble for weeks, and the words ot her father had been fresh cause for disquiet. Old Sims, having thus brokenthe ice, would have continued, but his daugh ter stopped him with an exclamation, and pointed to the sand at their feet. Sims approached and peered cautiously at the spot his daughter indicated. There they were, not an hour old, the ugly, in-turned moccasin-tracks of four, eight, a dozen Indians. In a woman, timidity and wit are often companions to each other, and Chuck drew in her horse with a determined sir. "I don't like that," said she ; " I'm going back. It can do us no harm it the hold is driven home, and 1 want to see it done;" and she turned her horae . "W'y, now," said Sims, "what's the use? Sich things ain't uncommon come on." - - ."You can go alone if you think best," she answered. Before he could reply she was gone, and irritated by what ho considered a useless panic, he doggedly continued his journey toward the post. The sight of an Indian trail eighty miles from home seemed a poor cause' for fright, even in a woman, Sims thought as he continued his journey ; and it was not that which caused her to retreat; it was to avoid being questioned further upon the topic he had broached.- " Cur'us critters is wimmin. he said to himself as he jogged on. Sims spent the night unconscious of its horrors, happy drunk in the post guard-house. An apprehension which she could hardly understand, filled the mind of the girl as she urged her pony toward home. Her father's talk added to her excitement, and she thought of what Tom Harris, strong, daring and hand some, would do at such a time. His tall figure, cheery face and handsome dress, as he sat on his horse at her father's door, blithe and fresh after his ride of forty miles for her sake, came vividly before her. Even in the midst of her anxiety and nervousness she felt that she and Tom, united in purpose and effort, could do anything in this world. Such were the strong woman's thoughts of a man whom she loved be cause he was stronger than she. Two miles from home, and the rider's heart sank at the sight of a column of smoke on the verge of the familiar horizon. Frightened indeed, now, she urged her pony to its utmost, and at the crest ot the hill that overlooked the nook in which stood her home the truth burst upon her that while her father had talked to her of her lovers, and while she was yet speculating upon the foot prints in the sand, tne Indian torch was being applied, and now herds, house, mother and sisters were ail gone. Amid all the conflicting griefs and ter rors of the moment arose an overwhelm ing sense of utter loneliness and help lessness. The beautiful and subtle strength of a woman may guide, but it can neither guard nor revenge. There seemed no help, and the girl wished in ber heart that she had gone with the rest. But she was not so entirely alone, for as she came nearer she saw the tall figure of Tom Harris, newly alighted from an all-night ride, standing by his panting horse, so entirely occupied with a despairing contemplation ot the smoldering ruins that be bad as yet not noticed her approach. But when be turned and recognized her, his grim face took color like a flash. In truth, Tom's paleness was not the pallor of fear. Words were inadequate to ex press the tone in which he had cursed the Apaches, by all that was holy and all that was evil, as he stood contem plating the burning house, and think ing with a pang that penetrated his very soul that she was among the vic tims. But when he heard and then turned and saw her, all was thenceforth lair and serene to Tom Harris. With a frontiersman's quick perception of cir cumstances and situations of this kind, he understood and asked no questions. " ihe 'Paches are clear gone with everything miss," he said. " They must a done it in ten minits. Come, git down new, won't ye? That pony's about done lor, and w y, now, miss, 'taint no use gnevm'. Ye can't bring 'em back, and ye can't .catch the Injuns not to-day. 1 11 be even with 'em it I live, but I've known a manv sich things in my time, and " , . Tom stopped for he had a sense of how tame and meaningless his rude efforts at comfort were to the silent and horror-stricken woman before him, whose whole soul seemed engrossed in a struggle with the calamity which had befallen her. The well-meaning fellow went some distance apart and waited. And while he waited the white, despair ing face grew si ill whiter, and she slip ped helplessly from the pony and lay a limp and lifeless heap upon the ground. This was the time of the frontiersman's utter despair. In all his life's vicissi tudes there had been none like this. But all his endeavors were the sensible ones of a practical man. He knew nothing of what he ought to do for the restoration of lost consciousness, and was afraid to try. But with the celerity of habit he stripped the heavy blanket Horn lus horse and the pony, and hur riedly spread them in the shade by the bank-side. Then he made a pillow of his saddle, and with a blush that rose to his temples, and a thrill which went to his finger-ends, he lifted the girl and strong as he was, fairly staggering under the burden, laid her upon the couch he had made. He took his own soft serape, with its. crimspn stripes. and spread it for a covering, filled his canteen and placed it near her, and then sat down afar off and picked holes in the ground with hiB long knife, and whistled softly, and sighed and groaned within himself. Tom loved the woman who lay there, and because he loved her he was afraid of her. Most men experience the same feeling once in their lives. But there had been another and an unseen spectator of all this. We can not tell by what peculiar conjunction of the planets things fall out in this world as they do. But while Tom was executing his plans of comfort, the " slick-lookin' feller from Maxwell's " was watching afar off. He came no nearer, because he did not understand the situation. The burning building suggested Indians, and he wanted no closer acquaintance with them, should they still be there. But while he watched he saw and recognized the two persons, and a pang of jealousy entered his heart. Then he stayed away be cause he desired to husband for future misrepresentation and use the circum stances to which he had been an unseen witness, and finally rode away, baffled, pondering in his cowardly heart some scheme which could harm his formid able rival. The afternoon passe J slowly away, and still Tom Harris kept watch. Oc casionally he crept on tiptoe and looked at his charge. She seemed asleep. Finally he hobbled tbe two horses to prevent escape, gathered some of tbe vegetables in the desolate .garden, and stifled a strong man's hunger with young radishes, green tomatoes and oilless lettuce. He could afford to wait, for he was engaged in what he wondered to think was in the midst of the smoking signs of rapine and captivity the most delightful task of his life. He did not know that hours ago the occupant of the couch ha 1 opened her -"eyes, and with returning consciousness had touch ed the crimson-barred serape ; ,had seen the stalwart sentinel sitting afar off, and then had fallen into the deep slumber of grief. Through the long watches of tbe night the sleepless frontiersman passed back and forth, listening to the chatter of the coyotes and the gray wolfs long drawn howl. He scared away- the stealthy footsteps of ths prowlers of the night, and listened and waited. Anon he crept close to the side of the couch and listened for the breathing of the sleeper ; then crept away again with the happy consciousness that he and love had all the wilderness to them selves. In the early morning he heard the clank of sabers and the hum Of voices ; and a troop ot cavalry appeared from the post, and amonr. them old Sims, red-eyed and trembling, but sobered by apprehensions and grief. f he man from Maxwell's had told of the raid at the post, and he had reasons ot his own for doing so. Ihey lett men and means for the conveyance of the woman back to the post, and old Sims returned with her. As for Tom, the soldiers gave him something to eat, and he mounted his horse and accompanied them upon the trail. His step was as light and his heart as merry as though he had slept in his bed, for as he looked back the last time the face he saw was sad and white, but the eyes were the eyes of a woman who looks after one she loves. Frail of body, but strong of purpose, the unconquerable spirit of Old Sims's daughter employed itself in directing the erection ot a house upon the spot which had been so long a home. In less than a month she and Sims were again established in the prairie nook, in a cabin not differing materially from the former, but surrounded by a pali sade which bid defiance to Indian as sault. The couple were not poor, and while the old man drowned the past in half-drunk insanity, the dependents of the house did the work the two daugh ters had once done. Chuck, stately and sad, but softened, seemed daily to wait and watch for something which never came, and of which she never spoke. The troops with which Tom Harris went away had returned. They told of a day's running fight, . which was duly mentioned in general orders, but in which they had suffered no losses. If Tom had returned to his place, why did he not come again to Sims's ranch ? Chuck said to herself. And then there was his beautiful serape ; he might even come for that. But he did not. The man from Maxwell's did come ; and so placid was his reception that he went away again with bitterness in his heart. He came again. The pale-faced woman had drooped a little, he thought, and cared even less for his distinguished company than before. But even while she cooled his ardor - with a grand dignity, she seemed waiting for some one to come in, and listening for some footstep. But lately this man had be come the possessor ot a secret which filled his heart. with exultation. He learned it at the post, where it was men tioned by careless soldiers, ignorant of nothing, and the few of them who had been lately atJSims's did not even know of the fact. The only circumstance about the affair at all remarkable in t he eyes of those sons of Mars was, that man whose name was hardly known and now not remembered, who went with them only " for fim" and through peculiar hatred of Apaches, should be the only man to fall. True, he was foremost ; was a splendid-looking fel low; and they thought it a pity, and buried him where he fell. Therefore this suitor of Sims's daughter, possessed of the cunning which sometime deleats itself, bethought him of this chanro shot, and deemed tffat if it did him no good it might at least wound the pla cidity which he hated, bo one day as he stood at the door, smarting under a cool reception and no good-by at all be remarked to Sims : " Seems to me, old man, you and yer darter is waitin' fur suthin' that'll never come. She needn't slight me a-waitin for better company. Tom Harris was killed by the 'Paches which burned yer shanty ; an' that's a fact ye kin think uv at yer leisure." And he laughed to himself like a hyena as he went away, Old Sims staggered into the hous where his daughter sat, and dropped into a seat. Even b8 weak mind had a conception of the fateiulness of the tidings he bore, and he hesitated in the task ot disclosure. " Chuck," he said, " do you 'member that day you found the Injun-trail ?" She started, and nodded assent. " Do ye 'member my talk about them two levers o' yourn ? Eh ? Well, Tom ain't a -com in' any more, 'cause he's now I can't- help it, darter Tom's dead." She must have known it in her heart before, she changed so slightly at tbe word. Perhaps she had only hoped against hope, having long ago learned, as she lay on the couch he had made for her through the summer night, tbat the man whose heart had been meas ured in the strength and sleeplessness, and honor, and courage of a great love would have returned had he been alive. She only arose and tottered to the bed side, whose topmost cover was a bright serape ; but she never lett it again. 1 he one mighty love ot a life in whose sordid surroundings it was the one glimpse of something brighter and hap pier, was as much reality as though it had been plighted a thousand times. The ancestral courage and hope which had come to her through such degen erate veins helped her to die. Privations of Emigrants—Message from the President. : Washington, May 14. The President to-day sent the fallowing message to the Senate and House of Representatives : In my message to Uotigress at tbe be ginning of the present session allusion was made to the hardships and priva tions inflicted on poor emigrants on shipboard, and upon arrival on our shores; and the suggestion was made favoring national legislation lor the pur pose of effecting a radical cure of the evil. The promise was made tbat a special message on the subject would be presented during the present 'session, should information be received warrant ing it. I now transmit to the two houses of Congress all that has been officially received since that time bear ing on the subject, and recommend that such legislation be had as will secure, first, such room and accommodation on shipboard as is necessary for health and comfort, such privacy as will not compel emigrants to be unwilling witnesses of so much vice and misery ; and second, legislation to protect them on their ar rival at our seaports frem the knaves who are ever ready to despoil them or the little they are able to bring with them. Such legislation will be in the interest of humanity, and seems to be iuily justifiable. An immigrant is not a citizen of any State or Territory on hia arrival, but comes here to become a citizen of the Great Republic, free to change his residence at will, to enjoy the blessings of a protecting Govern ment, where all are equal before the law, and to add to the national wealth by his industry. On his arrival he does not know States or corporations, but con fides implicitly in the protecting arm of the great, free country of which he has heard so much before leaving his native land. It is a source of serious disappoint ment and discouragement to those who start with means insufficient to support them comfortably until they can choose a residence and begin employment for comfortable support, to find themselves subject to ill-treatment and every dis comfort on their passage here, and, at the end ot their journey, to be seized on by professed friends, claiming a legal right to take charge of them for their protection, who do not leave them until all their resources are exhausted, when they are abandoned in a strange land, surrounded by strangers, without em ployment, and ignorant ot the means of securing it. Under the present system this is the fate of thousands annually, the exposure on shipboard and the treat ment on landing driving thousands to lives ot vice and shame, who, with proper humane treatment, might have become useful and respectable members of society. I do not advise national legislation in affairs that should be regu lated by States, but I see no subject more national in its character than a provision for the safety and welfare of the thousands who leave foreign lands to become citizens of this Republic. When their residence is chosen they may then look to the laws of their local ity for protection and guidance. . The mass of immigrants arriving on our shores, coming, as they do, on vessels, under foreign flags, makes treaties with nations furnishing these immigrants necessary for their complete protection. For more than two years efforts have been made on our part to secure such treaties, and there is now reasonable ground to hope for success. U. S. GRANT. South Sea Marriages. The Queensland papers report the marriage of two South Sea Islanders with English women, the first mar riages of the kind which have yet oc curred. The ladies who have thus broken through the bonds of custom are the Misses Harriet Charlesworth and Ann Sims. The former is a native of Walford, in the county of Essex, and is aged twenty-five. The latter is one year younger, and lieckington, in Somersetshire, is entitled to the dis tinction ot being her birthplace. Xhe bridegrooms are natives of the island of iiitu. and intend to return to tneir L- land home immediately, carrying their spouses with them. They were Chris tians before coming to Queensland, and have a fair knowledge of English. One of them was able to sign the marriage register in a handwriting that would have been creditable to an accom plished European, and both of them answered all the questions put to them by the minister very intelligently, al though somewhat puzzled at the inter rogatories respecting the degrees of kindred. Their wives are only late Pall Mall (London) Budget. " You have lost your baby, I hear," Faid one gentleman to another. " Yes, poor little thing 1 it was only five month old. We did all we could for it. We had four doctors, blistered its head and feet, and put mustard poultices all over it, gave it nine calomel powders, leached its temples, had it bled, gaye &1 kinds of medicines, and yet'after a week's ill ness, it died." ' Current Items. A large steamship is being built in one of the Brooklyn ship-yards for the Japanese Government. A young boy in Lafayette, Ala., shot his mother dead tbe other day on her re fusal to allow him to go out hunting. Lemon juice is used by physicians to effect a cure m some attacks of rheu matism, i j . . Vermont , farmers complain - of a scarcity of good farm hands. ; Connecticut will cultivate more to bacco this year than ever before. ' 1 Drunken men display a stoical indif ference to pain in Worcester, Mass. One stepped out of a door-way the other day, dropping' about - eighteen feet; he rose from the ground, and when asked if he washurt, replied, " It jarred me a little." - - - :"' Tbe last steamer" of the Pacific mail line from the East at -San -Francisco brought . 1,300 Japanese immigrants, and .'in agent has gone-' to bring 20,000 moi-o as laborers for the different sec tions of the country. ' Salem, N. C, is a remarkable place. But one house has' been destroyed there by fire in the past ninety years. ( There is not a whisky shop or bar-room in the" place. It has hut one' lawyer, and he recently moved there.; , .. , , i A cruel lady in Meriden, Conn.,' keeps an Osage orange-plant in her par lor, and has recently made- two full blown flowers and one hnlf-openedbud' of white wax and placed them upon; ihe barren plant.! All her1 callers admire the " Bweet-smelling " fraud, while' several rentlemen have observed- that the half-blown bud has opened con siderably since they first called. . The other afternoon some gentlemen, while prospecting for coal about a mile from Rockport, Ky., came upon the complete skeleton . of a human body, gigantic in size. ' It was found about six feet below the surface of the earth. The forearm bone from elbow to wrist measured forty-two inches, and the thigh bone from the hip bone to the knee, measured forty-two inches. The lower jaw bone completely covered the whole lower portion of an ordinary sized human face. The drug clerk who administered arsenic for magnesia, and killed his man, says he don't Bee why people should make so much talk about it, as he's made an apology and done what he could to make it right with the family. Toe Bangor (Me.) Whig learns that quite a number of families in that city have made arrangements to -Bend to Sweden for servant girls and cooks, by purchasing tickets for their passage to this country the money thus expended to be refunded from the girls' wages. A Boston druggist states that a noted temperance lecturei is one of his most regular opium customers. Plenty of room in the West- Not one-quarter of the State of Iowa is now under cultivation. Lazy California bar-fenders nowadays place the ingredients of a cobbler into a tumbler, and then wait for an earth quake to mix them up. An Indiana maiden, sueing for breach of promise, has put in evidence not only the letters of the faithless one, but also one of her own, to show the depth of ruined affection. - One of the latest patents granted in Washington is tor an improvement in chignons. Alabama thinks that she has enough coal within her limits to supply the civilized world for a century. The Maine lumbermen predict that five years hence, at the present rate of destruction, the forest of that State will be wholly cleared of timber. The lumber crop this year is estimated at 700,000.000 feet. .- Anecdote of the Russian Marshal Suvoroff. The ancdotes of the great Marshal's eccentricities -hia habit of .wandering about the camp in disguise; his whim ot giving the signal for assault by -crowing like a cock, his Astounding endurance of heat and cold, his savage disregard of personal comfort and neatness are beyond calculation ; but perhaps .the most characteristic ot all is bis appear ance in 1799 at the Austrian court,.then one of the most brilliant in Jt-urope, On being fhown to the room prepared lor him (a splendid apartment, tilled witn costiv mirrors anu ncu -luraiwrei. wis modern Diogenes said simply, "Turn out all that rubbish, and shake me down some straw." An Aust' ian grandee who came to visit him was Btartled at these preparations, and still more so at the first sight of the Marshal's " bag gage, which consisted oi two coarse shirts and a tattered cloak, tied up in a bundle. "Is that enough for winter?" asked the astonished vifitor. The winter's the father of us Rus sians, answered ftuvoron witn a grin ; " besides, you don't feel the cold when vou re riding full gallop." JSut when youre tired oi naing, what do you do?" " Walk." " And when you're tired of walking ?" "Run." "And do you never sleep, then?" asked the petrified, questioner. " Sometime!-, when I've nothing bet ter to do," replied Suvoroti carelessly " and when 1 want to have a very luxuri ous nap. 1 take oft one ot my spurs.' The thunder-struck Austrian bowed and retired, doubtless considerably en lightened in his ideas of a Russian General. Tr.E cauBOS of earthquakes have long been a matter ot doubt or conjecture, and the subject has provoked endless discussion, it is a satisfaction, there fore, that the scientists of New York have i neon tr over tibly settled one point in that connection. Ihey that " the heterogenous parallaxes prismatically converging are not due to the silicious introduction of photospherical asteroids. but rather to parabolic stratification of igneous zygema." A Question of Memory. Forget thee! Ef to dreara by aigLt, t And muse on thee by dyl " v -; If all the worntaip deep and wild. A poet's heart ean pa -- If prayers in absence breathed for thee, - If winged thoughts that flit to thee A thousand in an noui In busy fancy blending; thee, . With all my busy lot . u 5 If thou callest these forgetting thee. Indeed shalt thom be forgot. . Forget thee I Bid the forest birds Forget their sweetest tune r ' ' Forget thee 1 Bid the forest buds To swell beneath the moon i v ." Bid the fairy evening flower Tef get To drink refreshing dew : . . Thyself forget thy own dear land, . Its mountains white and blue; , Forget each old familiar face. ; ' Each long remembered spot- ' ' When these things are forget by. thee. Then thou shalt be forgot.' , t; t Varieties. Saib a Detroit lady to a gentleman of that city, " You are not -a musician, I believe." "ifo," saidhe j if I were the proprietor or a hand organ, set ex pressly to play ' Old Hundred,' t couldn't get seventy-five oufcof it." .t-?i.-. S A utteb recently .received m P.orts- mouth.'N. H., bore this superscription : Patrick Fly nny works- m the mill- of the same' name at .te -steamer that sunk the Alabama? 1 Torget "the name,' United Jritatastof America' It reached fhefiihtma.,.,.;,. ., ,c ,m t Railway employ est do . not have t to serve' a long apprfenticeshif).' "'A' man is believed to be competent -ier thefaibsi- lion, when) he ,-cao shut a dqpc ijt .such a mariner as to lead the occupanr or the tenth seat-back t kiferjthatvitq tfctoo late to prepare tor eternity, , Q.io dfl Thk other dav a Montreal tailor sent his bill td a magazine- ditor" Hwas startled a .few hours) afterward ibyiats being returned with the following note appended: "f Your manuscript is" re spectfully declined.'!, t ntiti''.tuj'l A capital letter is one. jtjhajcnyjtajna remittance. t (". , Apostle Pratt declare that floTgyitniy is irrevocable that he.'wjll never desert the Mrs. Pratts. r A gentleman of. ElLsworth, Me., made bet with his wife that he could un dress, go to bed, get up, dress and then undress and go to bed again, while-she was preparing to go to becLjILp-.. won his bet. " 1 H. G. is a vegetarian.' Being ' asked what would re tore a fading mustache lo ts original color, he briefly responded, Diet." , ... A ladt teacher in Iowa made a ' boy stand up and show how he . kissed tbe big girls in the woodshed, in hopes that he would shed tears and promise to do so no more. All the larger boys are now wishing they went to that school. Aw absent-minded physician of Owego, N. Y., has discounted Hahneman ty prescribing a draught for a patient, one teaspoontut to be taken every three years." :. . ; i : . L Foreign Gossip. Germany is about to erect an eighth statue to Goethe at Berlin. . .. . The Suez Canal is not filling up with sand, but it costs $300,000 a year to keep it in order. - .-' f ' The health of Professor Huxley, has been greatly renovated by the pure air of Upper Egypt. .' ' ' f. t Kochefobt is employed in a kitchen at Fort Iioyart, where he serves out his term of imprisonment." ' -,- Lal Mitro," an East Indian million aire, accepts with . gratitude the hospi tality ot a Lionaon . worKnouse wnue awaiting a remittance from India. 1 Bet ter men than he have " awaited remit tances" under less favorable , circum stances. 1 " ' ' The Prince of Wales at Monaco put his money on, the red and went away.: Bed had a run, and on his Royal Highness return to' the table, be was informed tbat the pile, of gold belonged to him. The Prince smiled,. and said, '.Be good enough to let the money be given to the poor ot the place." ine gold was scraped in at nee - by - the croupier, counted,! and,. forwarded! to its desti nation. . . Naughty Prince Teck, who left Lon don and his wife, in company with an actress, to tbe. great grief of his Royal cousin' In-law," has evidently returned. Th nameiof Prince and PrineesrTeck appear in thejiat of notables present at a recent state occasion in juonaon, '' The latt'royalngSigemet is between the son t the Prince do JarnvUlq and a daughter le .Uuice-d M-ontpeusuer. The fathers of" the prtspec lively happy pair we at present-out of situations, but events, way. yet make them respectively kings "bf France and Spain, and it only requires a r little additional effort! f imagination to conceive a, union . oi tne two nations under one crown. The Empress of Russia groans' with gout and droops with dropsy, the Em press of Germay is racked with rheuma tism, the Queen of Holland fainU'Iwith frequent fits of howling hysteria, the Queen of Portugal is becripple and -bed ridden, the rjm press ot Austria la cure lessly consumptive, and the Queen of Denmark, in ber declining days, is deal. Who wouldn't be a Queen. .; ,.-..: Tl rnnv TTjw KnuEi.i. frlrBsir.. . thft English member of the British and American Joint Claims Uommission, and Hon. Daniel E. Sickles, United States Minister to Spain, have arrived in Liver pool lrom America. Tne TlnlrA TtrrifrliA (Iia French Ambassador to England, has presented i i , i r 1 1 11 IB jeLiers oi recuii. A Badly Sold Vermonter. California will appreciate the follow ing from an Eastern exchange: " A verdant-looking Vermonter, appeared at the office of a chemist with a large bundle in a yellow bandana, and open ing it exclaimed, ' There, doctor, look at thatl' Well,' said the doctor, 'I Be it.' ' What do you call that, doctor T " I call it iron pyrites.' What, isn't that gold ? ' ' No,' said the doctor, and putting some over the fire it evaporated up the chimney. ' Well,' said the poor fellow, with a-woe-begone look, ' there's a widder-woman up in eur town has a whole hill of that, and I'ye been and married her I"