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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,
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VOL. V. NO. 34.
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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!"
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
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
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.
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)
" 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
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
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
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
"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 ?"
"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
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
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"

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