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TRI-WEEKLY EDITION. WINNSBORO, S. C., OCTOBER 14, 1879. VOL. II[.-NO. 110.
The spring has loss of brightness
And the snow a ghastlior whiteness,
Nor do summer flowc re quicken,
Nor autumn fruitago thicken,
As they onco did, for they sioken
It in growing darker, colder,
As the heart and soul grow o'der,
I care not now for dancing,
Or for eyes with passion glancing,
Lovo is loss and loss entrancing
Of the loves and soirows blended,
Of the charms of freidship ended
Of the ties that still might b:nd me,
Until Time to Dr ath resign me,
My inIrmit~es remind me,
Ah I how sad to look before up,
While the cloud grows. darker o'er us,
When we see the blossoms faded,
That to bloom we might have aided,
And immortal garlands braided
To the past go more dead faces,
As the loved leave vacant places,
Everywhere the sa-l eyes meet us,
In the ovening's dusk they groot us,
And to come to them entreat us,
"You are growing old," they toll nie,
"You are more alone," they toll us,
"You can wi no neow affection,
You have only , ecolloction,
Deeper sorrow and dejection,
The flue farm of .Manorgwyn, belonging
to the Reese, was situated about five miles
from our town of Trefavon. And Mr.
Matthew Rees hinself was -a fine portly
man of some forty or fifty years of age and
The only defect he had-if Farmer Rees
could be said to have a defect-was what
the neighbors termed the "loss of his head."
le was indeed such an absent minded man
that he would sometimes seriously reflect
whether lie could have been present when
he came into the world. Still this absence
of mind rarely Interfered with his daily or
weekly duties, Ile transacted his business
as methodically as if lie had been a machine
wound up; but if anything new or unfore
seen occurred, if lie were expected to re
member a date or a naie, or to act out of
the usual rotitine, the machine got out of
order at once.
Ile possessed, however, two memories
one within doors one without. These were
his housekeeper Mally, and his carter
Jehoram, faniliarly called Jeho. But they'
also failed hin in the course of time.
"Mally, you never reminded me I" was
the farmer's reproof one (lay when he had
invited a friend to dinner and lie was him
aelf enged elsewhere.
"Dee togoodness, master, I'm 'forget
ting myself, was the answer. "Time you
should be looking for a wife. There's Miss
Nezia, Francis Tygwyn daughter, now.
"Francis Tygwyn? Well, now, let me
think, Illis daughter ? I forgot. Has lie an
unmarried daughter, Mally ?"
"Lor, master, you know that he has, and
she Is single, they ar3 saying, for your sake.
Why, you used to mnake love to her when
you wvere a boy."
"Did I? I never remember makmng
love in my life, Mally. 1 shouldn't know
how I Did you ever make love ?"
"On my deced, master, you are funny.
I've been courted many a time, but I waus
never of the for'ward sort, as Jeho wiUl say
for me, if you'll be asking himn. We've
bengigtogether long enough now."
Roes opndhis eyes, and they were not
destitute of the sparks of amusement. In
spite of lis oblivious temperament, lie took
in a joke at the moment, even if he forgot
it the next.
Mally was justified in her assertiion con
cerning Miss Francis. This lady had quietly
allowed forty-five years of her life to slip
by without taking to herself a helpmate,
anud, strange as it may seem, for the sake of
flees Manorgwyn. Whien she was seven
teen and heo twvo and twenty, there had
passed between them words that -hie had
forgotten but she had stored up in her mie
mnory. He had neveir made her an offer,
never oven Mrid her that lie loved her ; 'but,
for all that, Kezla at forty-five was as sin
cerely attached to Mr. Rlees as sheo '4a been
Niothing further was said about Rlees and
-Miss Franels but In a short time Mally and
Jeo wore married, They retired to aptidy
cottage on the Manorgwyn estate, and the
farmer found that while he had two memo
rIes out of door's lie had none within. Bot
lie and his household suffered from the loss.
"What were you sayIng to mne about
somebody's daughter, some young woman,
Mully?"4 he ipquired, a month or so after'
thiat worthy spinster became a matton.
- "I was telling you of. Francis Tygwyn's
elder daughter, Kezia, mnaster. Make yrou
haste, or she'll be too old for anyboely.9
"To be sure. , I remember F'rancis
Tygwyn's Kezia, Thank you for roemind-.
lng me, Mahly. I'll tie a knot in may hand
kerchief-i shan't fro."
Ho went about hs business, repeating
"Francis, Tygwyn's Kezia," uttl the words
rang in'his head like the. three bells of
The followIng Saturday hie met Tygwyn,
in the market.
*"Ms Jones- Francis, I mean-you were
the mfmn I was thinking of, They are telling
me you've got a fine mare--no; a young
lifer. 'Vn my :soul, I can't remember.
Which Is It? Yinels Tygwyn's KoezIa.
Name o' goodness whij 1* lat man?"
"I have a daughter Koia 4Jo, replied
Francis, half amunised, hitlfofaedo
"Daughter I Ot.eoursoj that' wist' I
meant' and a very gooid daughto hftl
me.o -ow is she -"
"You liad better come andoB%.'I t ears
- aince you've ben to Tygwyn. Suppose you
uide back *ith dio," ti h
The two farmers trotted briskly along the
turnpike, and walked their well fed horses
quickly up the hill, reaching their destina
tion in an hour.
Whei lees shook hands with Kezia, he
little thought what a flitter she was in. But
fie remembered Mall .,'s a( ,ice and the
necessities of his househ1Aold, and tried to
gather up his wits for the emermency of his
case. When he looked at Kezia in an ab
sent sort of way, he found hiniseIf wonder
ing what sort of thing a wirn was, and
whether she would be more -.r less trouble
some than a housekeeper. By degrees he
took to admiring her round, fair face, and
comely figure, and all of a sudden a vision
of his youth flitted before his cloudy mind.
Ile suddenly burst out laughing.
"Do you rememberspelling 'opportunity'
behind the door with me ? What fun it
was I" he said, Ills sides shaking at the
Francis Tygwyn's sides shook also till
the old fellow began to cough: but Kezia
colored as vividly as she had probably done
on the memorable occasion alluded to.
"I'll be back directly-I must take my
cough mixture," said Francis, hastily leav
ing the room.
Rlees' memory vanislied with him and
when he and Kezia was left alone lie had
nothing more (o say. Ile had a comfort
able glass of spirits anid water, delicately
flavored with lemon, before him, and lie
began to stir It.
It was now Kezia's turn to have nothing
to say, for she was a shy woman, and in
love, if lees was not. She began to make
up the fire, nid while nervously heaping on
blocks of wood, a spark flew out and caught
her white muslin apron. Aln inspiriting
little flame W1as the consequcnc-, which she
,%as about to extinguish, to tile (danger of
her hands. when Rees jumped up and took
her in his arnis. Ilie fiad no intention, an
terior or ulterior, but that of putting out
the fire, whereas 11e kindled a new one,
being himself suddenly all aflame.
"I came on purpose to marry you. Will
you have ine 1" 110 said boldly, when Kezia
had managed to release herself.
"Thank you, Mr. flees. Yes, if you
please," she replied, gratefully, for had not
the comfortable farmer been her life-long
Thero Is certainly no accounting for
dreams, or, indeed, for proposals. Ilees,
Manorgwyn, could never account for his,
and would probably have slept it off with
his spirits and water had not Kezia had a
father. Happily for her, 11e wis not an ab
sent man, and, returning just as the words
we have quoted were spoken, hie ratified
them with his blessing.
Thle news soon spread far and wide that
the "young couple" were engaged and more
jokes were made over those I wo common
place words than would have filled Joe
Miller's jest book.
'"That's my doing. Now I must keep
master up to it." said MHally; and so she
Ile was quite forgetting to visit hissweet
heart, but at last lie got In the habit of rid -
ing once a week to Tygwyn and would
probably have continued it to his dying
day, but for Kezia's father. le was for
naming the wedding day its soon ts polite
ness permitted, and as Rees would not, and
Kenia could not do this, lie took It on him1
So through him the day was appointed.
On the eventful morning Molly was early
at the farm, but her master was abroad be
fere her. le'had forgottenit was his wed
ding-day.. Iowever they managed it so
that lie was still In good time to meet the
bride and her party at the church;
Rees, standing near tie altar, looked
about him inquiringly.
"What tire we hear for, my dear?" lie
whispered to Jemima, the bridesmaid.
"Why, you are going to be married, Mr.
"To be surc. Come along, my dear," lie
said,'hohlng out lis hlandl to Jemima, who
pushed Kezla towards him.
The clergyman was a friend of Rlees, and
acqumaintedl with lia peculiarties. He there
fore held hinm to his point durliig the mar
riage service, and wl~ien lie appeared obli
vious, recalled hiim by a whlispered, "Rie
peat after me."
So the ccremoiiy was thien performed at
last, and Kozia experienced the truith of
the proverb, "All comies to those who cani
wait." Matrimony ciame to her after twenty
five years' expecctancy, andl~ she was con
tent. So, in a mianner, was Rlees, who had
ne0ver eXxected It at all.
'Thoey galloped back to Tygwvyn sid1o by
side, with their friends following, where
they feasted and ested, and entertained all
the country, until they set out again and
gallopped to Manorgwyn.
Kezia slipped into her place so naturally'
that at the end of a wveek lie was heard to
dleclare that lhe believed lie hadh beeni mar
ried all his life, aind at the end of a fort
night lie was sure of It.
"I never forget anything now," lie as
sorted, pointing to Ils new Memory.
lie was, nevertheless, occnsmonailly obhi
viouis when absent from her ; a fact she
realized thirteen (lays after the wedding.
She accompanied hinm to Trefavon Fair,
already-alluded to, and~ it was agreed he
tween them, as.theoy bowled along in hIs
dog-cart, that when he had finished his
business, and she her shopping and calls,
lie would pick her tup at Mr. Jones the
Trefavon Fair wvas unusually brisk that
day, and Ro~es unuisually busy. However,
evening came andl he started home. On
the way something seemed strange to him,
and lie kept repeating at intervals:
"I'm sure I've' forgotten something.
What can It be ?"
He liad dlismnounted, and was in the pas
sage, when Jeh~o exclaimed:
"Where's misus I"
"That's It I I knew I had forgotten some
thing," cried the abashed husband. "Put
the little mare in and dive to Dr. Jones's
and fetch her, if I go, maybeo-I shall for
get again. I ought never to have miarried."
"What shall she say V" lie thought, "Will
she scold for an hour and send mae out ot
my'mind, or will she sulk and be silent?
That's what they say the wonton do; and
I daresay the men deserve It. I'm sure I
do I wonder' when I lost my memory,
and where I dropped It."
Whon Rlees arrIved at this portion of his
mental castigation lie grew so confused that
lie would probably have forgotten Kezla
agai, ha no)the. sound of .wheehs aroused
hi.ie felt too-miich ashametd of him-~
self to go out to meet 1her, but stared into
the fire as If ignor-ant of' her arrival. A
peal of hearty laughter made him.stprt and
ttiruiroundelIt was Kezia, lohking so good.
tempted atid buxtom that he laugIed top,
O 11 ayp ear the last of It, 6~
(loctor said you had forgotten men 1" she cx
"I Suppose Ihad; but I'll try never to
forget you again. Let's spell opportunity."
They spelt it so loudly that tie wainscoat
echoed, and from that time forth it Is re
corded that, thanks to his wife, he gradu
ally picked up his memory.
"If we had inarried yotinu I should never
have lost it," said he.
'Better late than never," replied she.
Tleiiiurder of lary Stiannard in Connecti
cut, and the arrest of the Rev. Mr. Hayden
on the charge of being the murderer, are
fresh in memory. IHis trial Is soon to come
off, aind science has been preparing the testi
miony. Professor White hai had Mr. Hay
donf's knife-blade under his microscope, ai
has examined (every speck thereon.
"What (lid you find on it? Judge Ilar
rison asked him at the preliminary examin
"What kind of blood?"
And the Rev. Alr. Hayden looked as in
terestedf and innocently earnest at the Pro
fessor while this testimony was going on as
the student does to the Professor In college
at the climax of an explerlient in natural
philosophy. He afterward told, and his
wife told, how the bloodI got there.
"Just so," Lawyer Jones said ; "blood
gets on the pen-knife at I lines of all of us.
Mr. Hayden had cut his finger." Then
Professor White was obliged to admit
that science had not yet got so far as to be
able to distinguish Alary Stannard's blood
from the Rev. Mr. Ilayden's. So the blood
specks.on the knife went for naught with
the J ust ice, and he discharged Mr. Hayden.
But pcience (lid not let go of the case.
The microscope, chemicials, measurements,
keen eyes, hours of patient work on a speck
that a breath would blow away, have, it is
now said, made a discovry. The muscles,
of the flesh of M 4try Stannard's neck near the
stab that killed 'er, have been resolved to
their orginal gases and elements, so as to
discover any foreign matter, such as a speck
of steel, when that which had been Mary
Stannard's neck had bicome vapor under
the chemist's manipulation.
Then the microscope was put upon the
clean, white paper, that would catch any
foreign substance and hold it. To the nak
ed eye there appeared on the paper nothing
more than a speck-like dust, that a w hiff of
wind might have blown there ; but on it
the microscopist placed a glass that could
make one hair seom the size of a rope, and
then the speck resolved itself into a rusty
little piece of steel, with clearly defined
form. It must have come from the blade
of the knife that killed Mary Stannard.
Now the glass is run along the blade of
the Rev. Mr. Hayden's knife, on which
Professor White found blood. There are
one or two little nicks seen in It, too large
to match this little piece. At last a defect
is discovered. It seems as though the little
speck on the white paper, if applied to this
defect would just fit it; and by the most
delicate manipulation, the fitting is success
fully done ; and the prosecuting officers are
informed that the savants have discovered
a speck of steel that drooped from the fleshy
parts around the wound that just fits a
nick in the blade of the Rev. Hayden's
A Iigh-Toned Cook.
Mrs. Vandorwater has lately experienced
a great deal of trouble in securing a good
servant girl. The last one she had was
told to boil an egg in the coffee, and she
put it in whole. On another occasion when
instructed to stuff the ducks with onions
and potatoes she put them In whole. She
also made apple pies in a similar manner.
Her predecessors were equally negligent
and Ignorant, and Mrs. Vanderwater deter
mined to have a colored girl at all hazards.
It was with the intention of securing one
that she camne to New York recently She
went to an intelligence olice and esked to
be shown some of the best specimens in
stock. A burly girl of thirty-two step~ped
forwvard, andi the following dialogue took
"Can you co'ok In a French style ?"
."Can you get up German (dishies ?"
"I suppose you are a church member ?"
"I'sc one of demi sua."
"You have no objections to splitting
"What~ time do you wake upl In the
"Five o'clock andl I can play on the
"You never kindle the fire wvith koro
sene Y "
"Never, Missus, never, and I ain't strong
"I ain't In favor of the wimmin a vo
She suiltedl first-rate, but, before she con
sentedI to become engagedl, she wanted to
ask some questions.
"'How many folks in the family I"
"Husband drink any ?"
"Do yout daughters whistle "Pinafore
"Have you any oil paintings in to the
house, and Axminister tapestries and vases
of hyacinths on de shelf?9"
"h ave I got to hunt off book agents ?"
"I'm never troubled that way."
"D~o you expect me to wash the dog I"
"1 have none."
"Do your boys go out crabbing and come
home covered with mud, and have four
shIrts apiece in wash over~y week I"
"My children are girls.
"What part of the city do you live In I"
"I live in Plainfield, N J.".
"Then you can't hire me. I don't go to
no country if I knows myself. My beau
dotu't get through till 'T oeclock, and by the
time he'd get shaved and put his swallow
tail coat and get out to Phainfield It would
be breakfast time. I don't want no coun
try in inine, l'se a city gal 1 is."
Then she took her place on the bench
and waited for an eligible employer to come
No Fass Uveg ft.
-'4G-guilty, and you may say t-thir
ty days," remarked John Pepdleton as
he6 stepped before the deskr.
"bo you ple'ad g-"
"Don'tzhave o -~ furss *ovr It, I toil
ye I" interrupted Joha~,iT gu' ~iity,
ready to go, up t#r thirty, and t t's
And so it WAS.
Jenkins Goes to a Picnic.
Maria Anm recently resolved to go to a
picnic. Maria Ann is my wife, unfortu
nately.. She had determined to go alone so
far as I was concerned, on that picnic ex
cursion ; but when I heard about it I deter
minied to assist. She pretended that. she
was very glad, but I don't believe that she
"It will do you good to get away from
your work a day, poor fellow I" she said,
"and we shall so much ijoy at cool morn.
ing ride in the cars, anti a dinner in the
On the morning of that (lay, Maria Ann
g->t up at five o'clock. About three min
utes later she disturbed my slumbers, and
told ie to coic to breakfast. I told her I
wasn't hungry ; but it didn't make any
difrerence, I had to get ip. The sun was
up I I had no idea that the sun began
business so early in the morning ; but there
"Now," said Maria Apn, "we must fly
around, for the cars start at half-past six.
Eat all the break fast you can, for you won't
get anything more before noon."
I could not cat anytinig at that. timne in
the morning, and it wis.well that I could
not, for I had all I could do. There wns ice
to be pounded, to go round the pail of ice
creani, and the santldwiches to he cut, and I
thought I never should get the legs of the
chickens placed so that I could get the cov
cr on the basket. Maria' flew around and
picked ip groceries for im(e to pacc, giving
directions to the girl abbut taking care of
the house, and putting on her dress all at
once. There is a deal of energy i that
wonan--perhaps a trifle too much.
At twenty minutes past six I stood on
the front steps, with a besket on one arm,
and Maria Ann on the other, and a pail in
each hand, and a bottle of vinegar in my
coat skirt pocket. There was a camp-chair
hanging on me somewhere, too, but I for
get just where.
"Now," said Maria Ann, "we imust
"Mllaria Ann, " said I, that, is an unreas
onable idea ! How do you suppose I can
run with all this freight?"
"You must, you brute ! You always
try to tease me. If you do not want a
scene on the streets, you will start too." So
I had one comfort, at least ; Maria fell
down and broke her parasol. She called
me a brute, because I laughed. She drove
me all the way to the depot on a brisk trot,
and we got on the cars, but. neither of us
could get a seat, and I could not lay the
things down, so I stood there and hield
"'Maria," said I in winning accents,
"how is this for a cool morning ride?"
Said she, "you are a brute, Jenkins."
Said I, "my love, you have made that
I kept my courage ip, yet I knew there
would be an hour of wrath when I got
home. While we were getting out of the
cars, the bottle in my packet got broke, and
cAonimRE'nnt.ly I had 01m hnno half full of.
vinegar all day. That kept me pretty quiet
and Maria Ann ran off with a big-whiskered
music teacher. lost her fan and tore her
dress, and enjoyed herself much after the
fashion of picnic goers. I thought it never
would come dinner time; and Maria called
me a pig because I wanted-to open our bas
ket before the rest of the baskets were
At last dinner-time came--tho "nice din
ner In the woods," you know. Over three
thousand little red ants had got into our
dinner, and they were worse to pick out
than fish-bones. The ice-cream had melt
ed, and there was no vinegar for the cold
meat, except what was in my boot, and of
course that was no immediate use. The
music teacher spilled a cup of coffee on
Maria's head, and pulled all the frizzles out
trying to wipe off the coffee with his hand
kerchief. Then I sat on ta raspberry
p)1e and spoiled my pants, and concluded I
didn't want anything more. 1 had to stand
up against a tree thme rest of the afternoon.
The clay afforded consIderable variety,comu
pared with every-clay life ; but there was
so many drawbacks that we did not enjoy
it so much as we might have done.
"Old Si's Ltec."
All good journalists will hear wIth
delight of the extraordinary g~ood for
tune wvhleh has overtaken Col. Sam
Small, of the Atlanta Constitution. TIhie
happy stroke Is not altogether disasro
elated wIth romance. Laat year dtr
lng Mr. Small's vIsit to France, In the
cap~acity of' commnissioner to the Pairla
expos'tion, lie had occasIon to visIt
Rheims in the interest of the viticulture
of GeorgIa. TJhe trinl by which lhe
journeyedl stopped, at Chalon s for Ilunch
con. While Mr. Small was walking on
the trottoir In front of the gare, smok
ing a ciggrette, lie sawv a large, elderly
woman crawl uncle: the train to piek up
a pin. At that instant the train began
to back up, and the elderly person was
rolled over and over like an Immense
hunk of dough, until she was length
ened out at least three feet. Mr. Small
threw off hIs coat, seized her by the
ex posed lImbs, and d ragged her from be
neathm the fire box of the locomotive.
She had barely timne to thank hIm, and
receive hlb card In return, when she
was placed In a carrIage and taken to
the hospItal. It was iiot untIl the he
role incIdent wasn mentIoned in The
London Tines that the colonel learned
that the lady whonm lhe had rescued
was the Dowager Anna Paulina Cath
cart, of Somersoehire, England. Last
week Mr. Small received acommunleai
tion from Barrister Qilbert Rtanleigh,
of No. 180 Cursltor street, London, in
forming him of the death of thme weal
thy widow, and mentioning the fact
that she had willed him ?5,000 ($25,000)
einupledl only with the provision that
he would quit writing poetry on and af
ter the acceptance of the gift. .As soon
as Mr. Small has worked off some half
a dozen poems which lie l as on hand
more or less unfinlsheod,he will proceed
to England and secure his prise. His
rnunv friends will be delighted to hear
of his luck, but will regret exceedingly
to know that his muse will, bg forover
hushed. Under siliar ,iooustanoog
ByroAi would brob y have refused the
Escaped (tie Hope.
One hot day in July, 1860, a herdsman
was moving his cattle to a new rancho fur
ther north, near Helena, Texas,and passing
down the b'tks of a stream, his herd be
came mixed with other cattle that were
grazing in the valley, and some of then
failed to be separated. The next (lay about
noon a band of a dozen langers overtook
the herdsman and demanded their cattle,
which they said were stolen.
It was before the days of law and court
houses In ITexas, and one had better kill
five men than to steal a mule worth five dol
lars, and the herdsman knew it. lie tried
to explain, but they told him to cut It short.
Ile offered to turn over all the cattle not
his own, blt they laughed at his proposl
tion, and hinted that they usually conldsca
ted the whole herd and 1' the thief hang
ing on a tree as a warning to others in like
The poor fellow was completely over
come. They consulted apart for a few mo
Ients, and then told him if he had any ex
planation to make or business to do they
would allow him ten minutes to (10 s0, and
ile turned to the rough faces and com
menced: 'llow many of you have wives?"
Two or three nodded. "low many of
you have children ?" They nodded again.
"Then I know who I an talking to and
I know you'll hear me,'' and lie continued:
"1 never stole any cattle ; I have lived in
these parts over three years. I camne from
New Hlampshire; I failed there in the fall
of '57, during the panic; I have been sav
ing I lived on hard fare ; I have slept out
on the ground ; I have no home here ; my
family remain East, for ( go from place to
place ; these clothes I wear are rough, and
I am a hard-looking customei but this is a
hard country ; days seem like months to
me, and mouths like years ; married men,
you know that but for the letters at home,"
(lhere lie pulled out a handful of well-worn
envelopes and letters from his wife) "I
should get diszonraged. I have paid part
of my debts. Here are the receipts;" aind
he unfolded the letters of acknowledgment.
"I expected to sell out and go home hi No
veiber. Here is the testament my good
old mother gave in ; here( is my little
child's picture. Now, men, if you have de
cided to kill me for what 1 am innocent of,
send these home, and send as much as you
can for the cattle when I'm dead. (an't
you senid half the value? my family will
"'lod oi, now ; st:)p right thar I" said
a rough ranger. "Now, I say, boys,"' he
continued, "I say, let him go. Uive us
your hand, old boy ; that picture ind them
letters did the business. You can go free;
but you're lucky, mind ye.'
"We'll do more than that," said a man
with a big heart, in Texan garb, and carry
idg the customary brace of pistols in his
belt ; "let's buy his cattle here and let him
They did, and when the money was paid
over and the inan was about to start, lie
was too weak to stand. The long strain of
hopes and fears, bollig away froin home un
der such trying circumstances, the sudden
deliverance from death, had combined to
render him helpless as a child. Ile sank to
the ground completely overcome. An hour
later, however, lie left on horse-back for
the nearest stage-route, and, as - they shook
hands and bade him good-bye, they looked
the happiest band of men In Texas.
A Wild lan.
Newfield has como to the front with a
hhlry wild man, so awful mysterious, and
formidable that he opens u' a new field for
thought and investigation. Ile has been
seen by some of the most unimpeachable
residents of, and ylsitors to, South Section.
le Is described as over six feet tall, clad
In rough and scanty attire, and wearing a
grizzly beard that reaches almost to lis
knees. Although he has chased several
fisherman who have Invaded his secluded
(domfain In quest of brook trout, and shiot a
peaceable farmer near Newfield station, no
active steps have been made toward his
capture, and lie yet roams at large. Is
latest and most daring exploit occurred
about a week ago, when lie left the gloom
of the forest and actually entered an unoc
cuiled dwelling in the broad light of day.
Large and heavy as the wild man Is, lie
glides so swiftly andl silently that hie fre
quently is at hand before his coming lias
been observed. In this silent, ghost-like
manner he Is saidl to have floated lnto theo
house of a farmer named Payne. TIhe far
inmer and three companions were engaged1 In
an Interesting game of euchre and were not
aware of the wild untilan's compmany
Payne felt something bushy touching the
back pare of his head, when, looking upl,
lie found It to be the great beard of thme
strange hermit. Payne jumped to hIs feet,
andh would have struck the silent visitor
with a chair, but lie avoided the blow, and
with mysterious steps made lis way to an
adjoining room andl stretched himself upon
a bed. Payne followed him and again
raised the chair to strike him, but again lie
seemied to glide fromi beneath it, and this
time lhe made his exist through the window
by a gliding snake-like motion, but as si
lently as a wreath of smoke ascends to thme
blue ether. The farmer watched him and
saw him leave his premIses and enter a
patch of woods near by, and supposed lie
had disappeared for good, but duiring the
evening of that same day lhe returned and
was aeon standing under a tree near the
house as though deliberating whether to en
ter the housc. After standing there a short
time lie turned around suddenly and ran
rapidly back to the woods. Next day one
of the farmer's cows strayedl away and lie
started off to look for it. Shortly after lie
left tihe house his family heard the sharp
report of a rifle, and In a few minutes back
camne Payne, pale and breathless, and well
nIgh done for. As soon as lie could set the
machinery of speech in motion lhe described
In graphic language the cause of lis excite
ment. It was an encounter with the wild
man. Hie said lie was walking through a
small clearing calling "ko boss, ko boss"
when without warnin he heard a rifle die.
charged close by and fet the wind of a b~ul
let as it whistled over is forehead through
the rim of his felt hat and through lis erect
hair, lie f~ell flat upon the ground, par
tially stunned, and It was well lie did for
the wild; man, thinking -his first shot had
proved fatal,'shouldered his piee and strode
off Ibto the underbush. Thiu stranige opis
ode Is at p resent the itheme~ nppermost al
through South Section, ttnd At is said that a
yb6As of hunters are preparIng Wi racka tie
wild man, apd If pssbli effee his capture
alliv or det.
-There are 785 thiiles ot rahirad now
in pronnss of nannttenat hM Tae
81,10 Wasted Iisses.
While Col. Allen was discussing nationa
finances on the hotel plan, Colonel Tom
Crittenden quietly slid (town off the plat
form and circulated among the crowd. 1H
wore a delicate white duck suit, blue neck
tie and patent leather pumtps, and was th
cynosure of all female eyes on the premises.
Colonel Tom, with an eye to business, he
gan ogling the babies.
"'Oh, you sweet little darling," sal
Colonel Toin, addressing a fuzzy, pop-eye(
brat that lolled lazily in its nither's arm
under one of the trees; "how old is I
"Four months, sir," said the fon
"A little girl, eh I" said Colonel Tom.
'"No, a boy," replied the mother.
"Al, yes, now that I come to look at Il
more closely, I detect the strong, manl
features of a boy," the colone! hastened t<
say. 'Please may 1 kiss the little cherub
Colonel Tom shut his eyes and expllode(
an osculatory sound on the fuzzy face, am
the child put in a big lip and threatened t(
"le is such a beautiful child,," mur
Iured Colonel Toi, "such eyes, such I
head, such an expanse of forehead, such i
mouth, such a wealth of comlplexion, such
a sweet, tranquil expression."
"1La me, you really don't think So, d&
you ?" simpered the llattered mother.
"6I never saw a sweeter little cherub,'
said Colonel Tom, "I believe I'll have t<
kiss him again.''
l laving gone through a second oscula
tory martyrdom, Colnel Tom assumed v
seraphic look-a look calculated to strike
tally to the most hardened female heart,antI
got right down to business.
"I'm a candidate for Governor," said he,
"1anid nothing would give me greater joy
than to feel assured that I had the support
of the father of this sweet babe. Come, lt
me hold the little darling in my arms. ]
do think lie is just the sweetest little angel
I ever saw I"
The flattered imother gave up the fuzzy
baby with' l ef apologies about Its nel
being w i resse(t, ctc., hoped it wouldn't
trouble the gentleman etc ; glad to know
that he admired it so nmuch, etc.
The fuzzy baby writhed mnd squirmc]
and grew red in the face, and wrinkled it,
sielf all up and then ]ay cahin and composedl
onl Colonel Tom's strong right armi.
"The little precious," cried ( olonel Tom.
"You'll tell li1 father how much I thought
of his little cherub, won'tyou na'am ? An
you'll tell Iiim I'm a candidate for Govern
or, el, ma'ai I?"
'The poor womans fe ce dropped, and big,
salt tears camte into her (-Yes.
"Oh, sir," she said, "yoll don't know
what you ask-my poor husband died o
jaundice two months ago."
There was a far-off look In Colonel Ton
Crittenden's golden-glited eyes as lie gent.
ly but firnly dumped that fuzzy baby
on the bereaved woman's lap and walket
straight, back to the platform and replacec
himself on a bench.
Not alone was sorrow confined to Colone)
Tomt .rittonden's uphileaving bosom. Therc
were silent traces of suffering upon hhi right
The Dignity of Offico.
A Detroiter, who was rusticating In onc
of the wilderness counties of Michigan, wa
one (lay hunting when lie came upon a ham.
let consisting of a saw-mill, two houses an
a log-barn. The sign of "Post ollice" greet,
ed his vision over a door in one of thi(
houses, and lie investigated. The ofilc
was an eight by tein room, and the boxe
for mail matter numbered just four. A
written sign on the wall announced thal
the mail arrived and departed once a week,
and the postmaster sat behind . pine tabk
reading the Postal Guide and chewing v
"'Any letter for John ---" asked th<n
Detrolter as lhe looked around.
T1hme P. M. didn't shake hIs head and
crush all the inquirer's hiopes all at once, a:
sonie oilcials do, but slowly arose, looked
carefully Into each one of the sIx empty
boxes, peered Into an 01(1 cIgar-box on tht
window- sill, and then answered:
"I don't see anything just, now, but it Ii
only four days tIll the next mall."
"Is this a muoney-ortder office I" contlin
ued the stranger.
"Well, no, not exactly, though we han
tie consIderable muoney~ here."
''Canl I get a dollar's worth of threes?'
asked the D)etromter after a pafuse.
"Well, nmo, not exactly," replied the of
ficial looking into lis wallet,. "I guessI
canl spare you five or sIx now, and the real
'Thei e was another pause as the Postnias
ter v inly tried to make change for a quar
ter, and the Detroiter finally remarked:
"Ti's isn't rated as a first-class pos5t-of
flee, is It ?"
"Well, no, not exactly," was the confi
dential rep~ly. "Fact Is, we don't doa
very rushing businiess here, amnd sometimesi
I thInk it would pay me better to go baek
to the farm."
"I don't suppose you make twenty dol
lars a year here, do you 1".
"Well no, not exactly, but I don't look
at that altogether. Th'le posItIon that Il
gives us In society here must 1)0 taken int
consaleration, you know I"
The populatIon of the hamlet, includia
a tame bear and a dog, was thirteen souls.
IRandall Morton has a fine place neat
Pittsburgh and the boss cherry trees of the
county. There are two rows of them,
leading from the gate to the house. The
trees are so planted that t~he inferIor varle
tIes are nearest the gate. We hlave a great
many vIsItors In the summer time, and thei
first thing every fellow (lees whoa lie enteri
the gate Is to go for the first oherry tre4
and partake of the fruIt thereof ; then he
naturally works lisa way.to the next tret
-and samples the cherrIes ; lie finds theo frull
better than that of the first tree; tnen hc
moves' on to the next and discovers that the
fruit of that is still better, and so ho gradu
ally works up to the residence, eating frei
every tree on hIs way."
"What does he do then 9":
"Then," said Mr. Mor'ton, puttn, hi
feet-up en the window sill "hiscplais
turns to a sort of bhuIlh white ati 1~ sp
"'For God's esake hare you any 19
in thehouse t'
Mortoit, "#47 hin
any we put
onoourao hMiby ~~
FOOD FOR TIIOUGHT.
It Is the best proof of the virtues of
a famnily cliole to see a happy fireside.
Let a man overcome anger by love,
evil by good, the greedy by liberality,
a the liar by truth.
Men seldom improve when they have
. no other n.odels than themselves to copy
You can not dream yourself into a
I character; you musthammer and forgo
a you rself on.
Modesty Is to worth what shadows
are in a paiting: she gives to it
I strength and relief.
There are many men whose tonguei
might govern multitudes if they could
govern their tongues.
If a man have love in his heart, hie
rnay talk in broken language, but it will
be eloquence to thoso who listen.
I an a man, and nothing that con
cerns a human being is indifferent to
We should do well to take counsel
from the wise and warning from the
lie that never changed any of his
L opinions never corrected any of his
A manl's good breeding is the best
security against other people's ill man
Iedantrv consists in the use of words
unsuited to the time, place and comp
As it was communicated with the air
of ia secret,, it Soon found its way into
The simple believeth every word, but
the prudent manl looketh well to his
Seneca taught that "time IS tie Only
treasure of which it is a virtue to be
Pagan self-assertion is one of the ele
ients of hiuman worth, as well as
Never waste five mninutes of your
own time, never rob others by compell
lug them to Wait for you.
The excesses of our youth are drafts
)ipon our old age, payable with inter
est, about thirty years after date.
fle generality of men expend the
early part of their lives in contributing
to render the latter part miserable.
Tihe man who knows the world will
never be bashful, and the man who
knows hiniself will never be impudent.
There Is nothing lower than hypocri
sy. To profess friendship and act en
nity is ai sure proof of total depravity.
Don't despise small talents; they
a re needed as well as the great ones. A
candle is sometimes ad Laseful as the sun.
There are times in the history of
-Comillullities, ats well i1s individuals,
when silence is slin, and submission a
lie w ho ls false to present duty breaks
a thread in the loom, and will see the
defect when the weaving of a Jifetile
Cuaning men always get beat In the
long run, be)atiso they are just as dull
o0n one side as they are sharp on anoth
When you are down hearted and the
world looks black to you, you ought to
be hospitable enough to entertain a
hope of better days.
The diamond fallen into the dirt is
not the least precious, and the dust
raistL by high winds to heaven Is not
the least vile.
ie who would amnass virtues, leaving
out the guardian virtue humanity, Is
like a man who leaves a precious dust
exposed to the wind.
Might and right do differ frightfully
from hour to hour11; but give them een
tnes to try it in and they are bound
to be idenitical.
Men of great and stirring powvers,
whlo aure destined to mold the age ia
Iwhich they are born, must first mold
themselves upon it.
Energy will do everything th~at can
be (d01e in thIs world; and nio talents,
no circIIImstanCes, 110 opportunities will
mtake a two-legged animal a mian .with
A good name is like precious oint
ment; iL Iilleth all around about, and
wvill not eausily fade away, for the (idols
ef ointments are more durable thani
those of flowers.
Knowledge cannot be acquired wvith
outL painl arnd application. 1t is troub
lesome, and like deep digging for pure
waters; but when 0onc0 you come to
the sprinig, it rises uip to mneet youa.
Out ward triu~mphs of religion are no
inienictionls of its puirity, since the
mnore corupt it is, the more popular it
will be, and tile purer it ls the less
likely it is to be embraced, except by a
T1here are some benefits which may
be so conferred as to become the very
refinemenit of revenge; and there are
some evils which we had rather bear in.
sullen silence than be relieved from at
thle expense of our pride.
A bird upon thie wing may carry a
seedi that shall add a newv speeles to the
vegetabie family of a continent;,and
Justi so a word, a thought, from a living
soul, may have roesuits immeasurable,
No man starts inm his professional
oareer wise, strong and thoroughly it.
ted for his work. nO must gain, wis
dom by experience, stren dth -by exer
cise, and Aitness by reiterated, and at
first often Ineffectual, enideavor.
' (Jhristltan graces are like perfumues-.
the more they are. pressed the .sweeter
they smell; like stars thqshine righ~t.
est in tihe dark; like treeotft i 4r
Ithey are shaken the'y de#per reftey
take, and the more frumt th bear.'
* Wit slayings rq as .eU1tahe
a word ofdkh hee 4s dp~sIf
.vain. It 1* a sudd Whl6'~iVq
dropped .by chaode, ipl'is I1
the heiatin te 0:G~
byth41fs iprtIoi ,