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A WEEKLY NEWSPAPER, DEVOTED TO POLITICS, ART, LITERATURE, AGRICULTURE, STOCK RAISING, AND THE ENCOURAGEMENT OF IMMIGRATION.
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HALLETSVILLE, TEXAS, THURSDAY, MARCH 25, 1875.
NUMBER 35.
. THE " iraTK" OF A BLUSH.
Two maples by the cottage porch
'' Grew crimson ia tlte sunset light;
Was It their leaves' reflected glow
• ' Which made Uer perfect iiux so bright?
«
ickering shade,
I led her gently down the steps,
And down the pathway's flic!
I I Bnt MUI o-eiieiíerbhelík aud U.
The same deep radiance warmly played.
*' Knohgli, O Sweet!" i wlfti|fcredlow;
"Tbat heart is mine I yearned to win;
• No sunset tush,-but lore'svure dawn,-
Breaks from (lie kindled bouI within 1"
—Paul H. Utiync.
t WRITTEN ON A LAtHfS FAN.
When Ihllen Eve became aware
How ill she nad behaved to man,
Tolüdofromhla repróuoüfUl tetare
ade herself a fan.
She went and made 1
-hkil, rt —
The action rather
jf
He y djén't knjftv she hadíuch oyes."
So when he gifted her to explain
The object of that new conceit.
Away went shame—she peeped again,
Uvf And said, "to (pi^<>n her from the Hat."
V -u The day was bras: full many too '
Have conquerea thus'in many lands;
Eve told her daughters what to do
.In future with their idle hands.
THE STORY;OF ROSE.
IT ^**A'Lfrri.E br<Hvn woman standing boldly
, /tíléved against the shadow of á doorway
' T' iftfirttte brown house. Cbesnuthalr h„-
enej a'nd great woodsy brown eyes, with
•' * TlWptd lights find unquiet-shadows,' like
the little brown brook in, the meadow. A
cheap print whose ground plan is a solid
per whose every fold presses itself into
*««hapsfvi ithe (rim* ShorWiguifc/ Alook
of expectancy in the woodsy brown eyes
and two* >gofgy-l>yri^ cheeks tell their
story ably.
TMid «hile her is yet coming, And you
pmay gtt<? yqiif fill (he tropi,cal-liued
robe and the flaming face, let me tell you
ft.'.,-'inore-about1 her. Uer name, to begin
with, is Rose Van Dyke, a nice old name
enough, with associations of tubes of color
and stiff-jointed manplkins—easles and sa-
ble-points and satiny folds of brown, a
Ho had, years ago, loved with a young
g&
man's flery passion a creature cold
keen as a lawyer, as heartless as a sph
But the passionate flame burnt high, and
name thathclengeel to her good old father,
Wil,<rfying five yekifc' ¿go, left it to her
rith his blessing. And upon this scant
erlt^gethd little brown mail
tamorphoscd into the- li
,. who taught country bumpkins'
•st principles, aud was wéll paid for
t.4fc to her
with ins blessing. Ana upon tin:
heritage tin) little brown maiden thrived
and metamorphosed iuto the* little brown
s
K 'if
- •' ' And 1c was well-for -her that she had
• * ,. pulevery extra jpaBnyAy, womajj-fashion,
In a precious cracked tea-pot on a high
shelf; well, indeed, she thought, since Te-
rese Van Tassel, afar-ofl orphaned cousin,
hqd bepn.thrown on.her hajids, and was,
" coming to' share her hearth and' home
*' wifü her on the'morrow. Meanwhile
'•* ' A hush wa8in*the very air. Up from
the village that nestled at the mountain's-
"base there came thesott chime of the clock.
! ih the church tower—five, six, sevén I
And the echoes had not yet rolled their
silvery waves of sound beyond her alert
e.'yí'beiore the quick tread of advancing
footsteps set her heart beating wildly, and
v r I b«*mrad<Mr face fw>*i rtheidoorwty to
gain time—it was so flushed with joy.
?' Looking Mrtmy one,Miss VanDyke ?"
ask^da yery pleasant, rich voice, in a very
inauer-of-fact manner.
•«•''Yes; Mr. Lee, 1 waslooklng for you,"
f . .. sbe.answerad,-simply.
<W me ?"-with 4ii affected tinge of
surprise in his voice. "How dia you
know—hbw came you to think I was com-
ing?"
• • t "jl'here 13 the theory of mental tele-
"' graphy," she answered, drawing down the
creams-cdVoring of her «yes. .
he vouchsafed, at length, but
seeming unsatisfied with her answer.
"What a simple little soul it is 1" is his
\1%W^(Kobservation; " so sweet and fresh
ana artieSs 1 'She lias won a place in my „ia„n
will enthrone her
heart of hearts, and I
H there Whttiever thelovo light lh tin bro\
eyes grows f.om a dancing will-o'-wisp
"sieaaier glbw;""
wn
to
'< to pit and njope one's life awi
grana tfpportiinlfies be lost
Van
school, Migs
lib asked, lodking at the qileer
■ay and let the
r N6t daring
to stir toward the haven of one's desire—
scu^j^d^:rji8h pur.hearts out in the
lie 88kcu, luunuig au luc
frown that knotted Itself upon her forc-
~ "henfl:
-—'"J*ThFschool? Bah! I'm sick of the
" "S(!fiom-=-tired, tired, tired !""& Mtfle venge-
the monotonous tenor of it way, until—"
^ " Vvélf^uníil myíoíisin arrives—and she
"Your cousin!"'flinging etiquette to
tMofs.
"""" . lr¿ An oiDbAn. ir vnn nipnnp.
The
him
their
quiet talk «nilbia study of'her.' She was
a charming study to him: and when he
was IttsHe^lnÜLnA'to tbrrt the first leaves
of tnfs Interesting book, in must come
Mne stranger -to break- up Klé.lessons
piecemeal.
"How Old 14 sher Miss Van Dyke?1*
feeljng asjf he must say something on the
ion eWfl*e be-
tiould judge
he not ha#7ifjbiMo have been free to let
that blcfaUPwora of .endearment slide
from Its perch on the tip of his tongue!
.****¥Su seem sick or sad."
"lam weary. This teaching is tlre-
' iom work; and then it is lonely here on
.. the hill when "
" 1 . i -Weifuhieti thoso perverse eyes of his,
. "• th«OB«4jplrror his soul Id spite of him,
tqw«jd the;open door, and waited fór the
crfhrtxlsToYifff hér sentence,
"'•fluwílertid not finish. They sat there
in quiet, these two. with jrlánces wide
apart. It pleaxed him that this shy being
should show her preference of him before
he spoke of sentiment.
Or course there was a reason for this,
and what that reason was is quickly told.
4 ; '-tQ
tween Wff'atld Wenty, I Mb.
tiio incense surrounded the adored oue,
and clothed her in a halo of glory.
And when the vision spalfe, and tlie al-
tir tumbled at her toucn; when the in-
cense melted from before his blinded eves
and his soul saw her as she was, the flame
in his heart smouldered and died, leaving
naught to show for it save a scar. Ana
the old axiom of the burnt dog dreading
the fire proved a verity in his case; for, in
his dealing with Miss van Dyke, he clung
to the mainland of facts, and kept from
tho dangerous ground of fancies.
They had known each other some half a
dozen months, and he had called upon her
on an average of twice each week, and
sometimes ottener; for on. Sabbath even-
ings.he walked beside her to and from
church. He JwJ wffie to unravel ajlttle
(angled thread of her inner life, and of th8t-
littjo skein he wove a web around and
about himself fro.m which, be could not
escape. ' He did not cqre to escape, in fact,
but' kept wéavliig the threads wlthwhloh
she unwittingly supplied him like ahuman
cocoon.
Oh this evening of which I write, he had
come to her with a plan in his head, "f
can get her to speak out nowt"
thought, and, thinking this, he
rather hurriedly, as if waiting- longer
hear what she might say were a thing im-
possible i
"•By the way, Miss Van Dyke, I am go-
ing away. May I hope that yorf will not
forget me ?"
Away! she bad never thought anything
cou d change In this dull, sleepy suburb
—and now the greatest change that could
happen had come to her. Going away 1
'U?
er to
There was no outcry, although the
heart buried under the naming calico au-
tumn leaves went throbbing on as if it
were a hammer. Into the eyes crept a
look of infinite yearning, but he saw It
not, for the womanly pride came to her
rescue, and her glahce went: roving over
the fady flowers in the three-ply carpfet
beneath them.
"I hope I shall not be forgotten?" he
repeated.
" Oh, no,, Mr. Lee," she replied, more
absent-minded at this instant than any
dullard ahiohg hef pupils.
" Thank you. Well, I must be off. The
train leaves in half an hour, and I just flew
up here to bid you good-bye,"
The train! Goo if bye! Absent-mind-
ed no longer, but, with senses fearfully
alerts she reached out her hand to.him in
furawpU. ,-A„.iouch-flt her jinger.-tips
thrilled liim through find through. What
a warm little hand It was' that he held
within his own for a second's space. Still,
she had disappointed him; he ha^ felt
sure of an out-spoken word Of sorrow at
his absence, but she was silent.® He
dropped iier handj turned* about and left
the house.
--"Oh,- i*hHlp! Philip-1"•' she oiled,
spurred on to desperation. And the cry
came to him as ' he passed the open win-
dow and stopped him short. He turned
on his heel and oame back.
The gray gloaming was almost swallow-
ed up by tire night. Away into a corner
where there was least light the little brown
woman had dragged herself and crouched
down,her heart numb with a silent agony;
but,' héarih'g MIS stfep, she arose and stood
waiting tor him. "You called me, Miss
Rose f" her christened name coming .out
despite himself.
" íes, I called you. Philip Lee. you
have been a good lriend to me. and if you
never come hack again, remember there is
one who tiames you in her every prayer,
and- who thanks you with -her every
breath, for your considerate kindnestf. I
have been alone so long," sho went on
quietly, f that a friend, suplí as you haye
been to me, seems heaven sent. Let me
standing be-
great liquid
eavi
thank you again !" She w:
fore him now, looking
eyes straight into his face
"No more than a friend to you—may 1
not be nearer thai; that ?".
"I must go—Rose—little one. Only
say, ratty I sometime- be .nfarer than a
friend?" The tears were more than he
"«na uer mougnis ran not. ■■ v m ne <>o«ldtf)eaa . .
a"When you ¿re wre'ttót'youWlW-
jres, PhUI,
He had ieft
fashion, her
her eyes, that small meml
-nana hád béfen just In tlmfe 'to cateh the
blunt
havi
Íodr résped
could take
he h«hM 1 «ras making mone;
up-coming train;-which whirled him away
to the 'metropolis. Iiere he stayod. two
weeks, up to his ears.ln business, but nev-
er so engaged as to lose from before his
um« tot-vlsion the «xact color and .shape of
a pair of veryliaUnting browneyes. Biit
he would not write '
nttle ltln^
himself,
do not 1
venture
might.
On the day-sueeeeding his de|
came Teceae. Van Tassel, w,"
finite surprise and dismay
proved herself tobe—instead of the chili
she waaexpectlng-ra woman grown: in-
deed, one year older than her would-be
iter herself, > • •' • *-
o w strange Itls Terese," ghesftkl, In her
♦rajr; 'fthfct you should
tector In.me!- And
tall Wrote tame that
he sjipposed, as
little school. Hp w absurd all this Sad-
dle ; I take care of a big, stately, strongly-
built woman, fully as able to work a* I!
Had he never seen you, Terete, this guar-
dian?"
Terese had listened with eye as full of
amazement at this speech as Well-bred
eyes oould-consent to be; and at this -last
fan?g^y ^^^theflt^ro wn ^
die of candor, and said, with the least pos-
sible hint of contempt In her volee, "Why,
yes, Rose, of course he hai." •
" And he thought yen would cotte to
me for-succor, and would not try to light
the world's battle foryourself ?" laughing,
but somewhat Hnxious, nevertheless.
" I could not light that battle, Rose; I
am not fit to volunteer."
"Fit/" her voloe demanding an explan-
ation.
Oh, what could /do?" and she held
of ypu,
making
pay you—be your companion, read toyou
help you about the house, but pray don't
turn mo out upon the charity of the
world I"
And so Rose kept the tall, queenly girl
as her companion; never guessing in ner
innocent heart that she was a creature cold
as ice. keen as a lawyer, heartless as a
sphinx.
And Miss Van Tassel ate humble pie in
the sweet, dependent manner all her own;
did what She' could to help Rose; out-
wardly all servility, Inwardly something
entirely different.
Rose was busy as a náilor with her
school, which was to close the next week,
gossiping
woman with a still tongue, and had upt
letting the subject newest arid dearest her
heart leak out.. So they went their ways
until vacation came, and Rose, bringing
her armful of day-books and mementoes
frouj each loving child-heart, came home
for U three months'rest.
Then they walked and talked together;
Rose, joyous and unregtrained.as any un-
caged wren, and chatting and laughing as
if her whole life were taking.a holiday.
But it all ended one dav, when the curv-
ed, high-bred lips of Miss Van Tassel
openea and sent a little sentence, like a
barbed arrow straight into the guileless
heart of her cousin. They had been speak-
ing of Rose's, fricada, and Philip Lee .had
been brought up before the bar, nls friend-
ship weighed and his kindness measured,
when Terese, who had been listening
an af-
00—" but she kept that thought to
f. "My darling Rose," she went on,
ig a grim smile down at the little
. - — xivsc, when you
tell me that Mr. Lee came here to see you
so often?"
" Of course. Terese, I mean it," at a loss
to understand her.
" And what did tho people say iof all
this ?".. cutting out her words In a cruejly
keen manner.
'•The people say? Why, Terese, what-
ever the people may have said about It,
they did not trouble me with their opin-
ions. I have no company, you see, dear;
they know I am too busy,"
" Too—" but she k<
herself.
smiling a gi - r
adopter as she walked along beside her
down the steep hilly road, "Rpse, dar-
ling, you have sore need of advice. My
companionship may be of service to you,
after all." And she coolly laid before her
the gossips she said she had gleaned
from tlie little suburb where "people will
talk." . «.
..." You^eem lo.have made many friend#
hereabout ?" daid Rose, I w vqljjé cnanged
to that of an ol(U old woman.
" OnLy the wasberwomanand the sexton
upat the chapel," gazing pitilessly upon
the chestnutbraM-crowned head tUat came
not even so high as hér shoulder.
" And they told you that?" ;■
" They told me that others said so—In-
deed almost every one on the hill."
" And he must have known it—and he
kept coming, coming. Heaven! how base
he miifet think me 1"
■ " You should have hired some old wo-
man to live with you. Then 'twould have
been eminently' respectable to have re-
ceived young gentlemen callers; as it
is—"
y no more, Terese, let us go back,"
and the ttneaged Wren carried home with
her1 heart shot through with the arrow of
'slander.
After that Rose caroled no more gay
songs of love and war, but sat within
doors. While Terese, whose spirits when
t>ut in the balance with those of her
eousfai grew high and light, when roam-
ing about, always took the townward
track. .
One night, when the pale young moon
hung-a silver sabre against an opal sky,
there came a steady tramp of footsteps
toward Terete,.who had gone wandering
grass:
opehlnL
them so la muta entreaty until he came.
With a cry of ecs|acy he clasoed her to his
heart and rained kisses upon her high,
flair brow. ,
""My darling,once again I am with
you!, Qlr, the weary hours of absence—
never, send me. away—never • let me gt>
, Philip," this, In a scarcely
audible whisper.
, "Thodews are damp, littSe one, let us
o within;" and capturing the slender
V WILII11J . ill
juids Philip guides, tier to the open door
hrough -which shines a dim- light froi
solitary candle in the Inner room.
happy at belnsr «o commanded.
" The fickle «noon has hidden her face be-
a^fqat coming storm-cloud, and
>le candle fllcki
carinBtWe a feature of .the loved one,
the darlc-
.ves upon I
face
candle flickers and .flares In thé
ght between wlfido# and door,
see a feature of .the loved one,
but her keen eyes pierce through
att'etKiSiSffr
keepJ the secret of my love from you!
Will you aecept it, dear, and let me nave;
the sunshine of your presence ever about
' And his only answer Is a creeping of a
hand Into his own. ' Holding this treasure
fMtf fee .talks on about his brightened fu-
ture, and his low^ rich volee fills the amall
cottage, and echoes.,It#,pleasant music
fhWiiSi the rooms. " ' . •.
And when the clock tolled thenlntii,
at his side,-too ftiU with btuy thoughte to
out two very long-Angered, aristocrat
looking hands a« a piteous reason for her
"mlsfltness." "You would have taken me
had I been the child you expected—take
me now, Rose, dear, and I will amply re-
... .1 with busy thoughte to
notice tbe .little., figure standing behind
ffiJ'SÍSKWS'
^f the
rolUn;
and
the.
■tonri>hrt arisen in TWV, and mutterlngs
artllléry at Infcy clouds «ame
down from the western coast of
aj . wi
•He turned about and faced the doorway.
Then came «flash of a mischievous streak
of lightning which made the place all
about him Hke the day. And In that sec-
ond's time he saw the hands he held were
not the hands of Roae. who stood, a soul-
stricken wraith, in the black doorway.
" Philip," she said, her voloe pinched
and uncertain, " You should have told,
me. Did you think I would stand to
your way, my friend ? You are unjust—
nav, more, you are unkind. 1 would have
helped you had you let me know all this,
for you have given me more than I can
ever repay. You are cruel, too, Terese;
am I not to bo trusted, then ? Go away
now, Philip, for Terese must come within,
else peoplo will talk. Ah, heaven, go 1"
, As one blinded and stricken with a
Ct woe, too deep for speech, Philip Lee
ed about and went out under the pall
of wide-spreading rain clouds.
" You did not guess our seoret, then?"
Tárese asked of her cousin, as she rose
an followed her Into the house.
' But there came no answer. The poor,
lit e tired body grew too burdened with
slit
th| great suffering soul to contain It, and
fell across the bed in a dead faint.
[tes Van Tassel, among other of her
baracterlstlcs, had that of excessive
t even the appearance of death; so,
g the white, drawn Unes about the
llh of the poor, droopln;
" door an J gave one '
ip. In the flash that folIoW'ed she
saw him coming, striding along through
the pelting rain.
He passed her without a word, and has-
tened to the bedside where his soul's Idol
lay stretched out, looking strangely long
in the folds other milk-white gown.
, V Vou have killed her, you wretched
woman! Curse you, jou have blighted
my life, and you must needs end your "
"Ah!""tMs from Rose, a deep-drawn
sigh at the struggle of the soul to regain
its tenement.
at last gained the mastery; her eyeB open-
ed again upon the familiar things about
her.
Turning her face from the wall, she met
the tender, anxious gaze of PhlMp l.ee, as
he knelt at her side. He touched his fin-
rs to her Hps to command silence, and
id his story to her.
11 Philip!" the old-womanish tones all
:one, and her voice, although but a very
lint voice just now, was sweet In its ca-
dence as a bird-Song. "1 cannot blame her,
dear, for having loved you. But, oh, to
lovejrou and lose you I"
ihe never loved me for myself, as you
ldl:
have done, primrose; my store of worl
wealth has been her chief attraction.
Sti
pid fool that I was to have ever mistaken
her for you!" angry with, as well as feel-
ing an utter contempt for himself.
" Worldly wealth?" looking hard at him
as if she would' discover in his face this
new-found quality.
" Yes, darling, I am sorry to spoil your
life's romance by not letting you work
these tiny Angers ofl for me; but It is an
absolute fact," he continued, with a laugh
of éxquislte enjoyment at her big, amazed
eyes. " You have heard, no doubt, of the
great mogul of our bonny State—Gov.
Philip Lee? Well, dear, I am Philip sec-
ond, and no fitter ornament could 1 wear
than m^ sweet blooming Rose." And he
drew her head to where upon right royal
breasts there .flourish the crosses of honor.
He laughed at her fears about the
pla, but stayed not until tbe storm
worn Itself out, leaving at the tenth stroke
of the town-clock.
Anc
nd when he raised the face to his and
first kiss of sacred, solemn be-
pair of blue eyes flashed upon
livid wrath and hatred,, and out
the night there stole a cloaked and
hatted figure that never again brought Its
hateful presence Into their lives.—Peter-
son's Journal.
Five Hundred Shots a Minute.
line gun was.exhlblted and tested
' in the Twenty-second Regiment
A machine
iterday in I
(mory. Mr. Wlllard B. Farwell, the In-
Btor. operated and explained his inven-
«1. Among those who saw the expert
jnt were Col. John E. Gowan and Col.
x of the Ordiuanoe Bureau, Col. Por-
ind many other officers of the Nation-
uard.
r. Farwell's invention consists of ten
I barrels of twenty-five calibre arrang-
exactly parallel to each other in a
talic frame. From centre to centre of
thi outer barrels is three feet. Each bar-
Is charged separately from a magazine
[tabling fifty rounds of ammunition.
Tie charging, firing and extraction of-ex-
led shells are all accomplished by the
ting of one crank, at each revolution
hichthe whole ten barrels are dls-
•ged, emptied, and reloaded. With
s of magazines flye hundred.shotscan
id a minute. A system of cog
mnects tbe firing crank with a
and each turn or the crahk trav-
the exact width of the target. Thus
the gun Is automatio In this particular,
designed tojjlck off a line of battle in
W?toSdlnte of difference from the Gflt-
llnegunareln the simultaneous loading
andnrlngof ten barrels, the latter load-
ing etch barrel through the same maga-
zine aperture and'flrlng but one shot at a
AT. J- HI vv Oil IIOU '
, ■ - - * -*S
the trial ycfitciuiy.
Mr. Farwell had only one magazine at
so the actual rapidity
waa not demonstrated,
contained by that one
magazine, however,' wére several times
~ red in six seconds. The appearance of
«'forget after the firing, all the shots hav-
ig stzuck at about the height of a man's
showed how Irreslstably destructive
such a weapon Would be In a ptreet fight
or in resisting a charging enemy.—N. Y.
Sun.
Curiosities of the English Cenaos.
interesting facta of the census
were referred to In a paper read by Mr. B.
cnester statistical Society. Amor
it was notloed that In England and Wales
the females of the population outnumber-
ed the mal '—
but above
ed thefetttalea lh number,
were 400,000 widowers, there were 878,000
widowa. Above tbe age of 90 females
numbered two to every_ male. The num-
ThewwenT
the last forty years, notwltl
Increase In population. Th
southeastern counties, with 9,000,.
population, 1.068 nonagenarians, wl
London, with three anda quarter mil
there was only 834, and In Lancashlt
I* January, 1870, M,
experiment in natural ,
frost te a holé dug in solid stone, and
and hermetrlcafly scaled the op
On tbe 17th of
i the atone
opened at the Museum of Natural History
In Paris. The frog was living bat not
lively.
The Legend of the Golden Slipper.
An itinerant vender of magic glue and
liquid polish blacking, who opened his
stock in trade on C Street a day or
sinoe, found business rather dull. In
- urn j. us i ui.uve, yituwr jfai
i her experien'wat a darky re-
1 she: 'Bruddenan'slst'Ji,de
las' In de aftauoon 1 was out In
der to attract a crowd he
his stand that there would be a short in-
termission in the glue and blacking trade,
during which he would relate the story of
the "prodigal daughter." "Down lu
Missouri, whar I us'i to live, a yaller gal
once give In her J —" - J "
vlval. Said sh
week afore las'
de blackberry patch an' got up on de fenoe.
I was list a-gwlne to got over de fence,
when dar I see befo' me sebenteen big yal-
ler rattleum snakes. Den I look behind
' dar 1 see .sebenteen big yair
, inSk«L/ Den I loo! "
side, áh 1 on de lef' side,.Ah
sebenteen an' elebenteen moah big yaller
rattleum snakes, an' every m udder son of
dem snakes had his tall up In his mouf
open, jist a sayln': " We am de resujnrec-
tlon an' de life; got down off dat fence an'
come to us." But di
debbtl
an' in
me> down a par of goolden slippers.
Den I put on dem dar goolden'slippers an'
I (Is* scoot out over de backs of dem rat-
tleum snakes, all de same as Dan'l come
out ob de den ob' lions.'" "Now then,"
cried the glue peddler, " come up and buy
my wonderful glue and Incomparable
blackin'—give me the golden slippers—
and I promise you that I will slide out of
this business qulcker'n that yaller gal slid
out over the backs of them air rattle
snakes."—Virginia (Nev.) Enterprise.
Be Kind to the Little Ones.
We heard two old fossils ^yesterday ex-
langing falsehoods about the days of
their childhood. One said his father was
an old Puritan fraud, whose shoe squeaks
were more terrible than an army with
who read his Bible on tho Sab-
WW
Why Is a prudent man-Wat;* pin*. Be- >
cause hlf head pwyenta hi* going *o
It Is as easy to draw t
Au, hotel guests arc expetitéfl to I
Isfied With their guartere, but,the "
expect fifty cents.
Amonó the things séntíto r
"Fortunately for
Kentucky paper, 'fehe I
' . center of the '
una y ^iu*Yinymiu utiuiui Bbup IU
ssssss.
own true 1
¡the girl reoelv
•T am busy plowlngwid cannot stop to
entertain comp — - " —" *
of a dote e
to an Intlii
t0wS^o^ecflc5,t aéa.W-Wd^ i *
somnolent worshiper With' the éotttrltlu- ;
jutñ dropped off again. "> « " . '■
A lady near Box
her "old man" with t
whteli gave the old i
lathe proclaim#"
ireo first words
and Hairy, byj
;.A NntrfiY-MARRtan couple found them'-*
S^^9R<W,«USte«V
to Will'
saw
would not let him play, though
the boys were outside and the birds and
the sunshine. He continued: "After
s my
In my childhood. I heard him, when I
was about 8 years old, tell a neighbor he
was going to send me to college, though
he had not much hopes of mo, for lie
thought there was nothing in me." He
continued; " l believed him then,and It be-
numbed me. I was a dozen years In
awakening, and when I did, though my
father was dead, I cussed the old man, for
he lied." Listening to these old frauds,
we thought we would put down their
words, and make It an óccaslon to say to
parents, be very tender to your children ;
they will have sorrow enough;. let their
morning be sunny, and after you shall
have gone baek to dust their lips will
youi^lives 'vrere'a
your death an endless regret.—Nevada
Enterprise.
The Cry of a Cougar.
A gentleman living on tho mountain,
about a mile and a half southwest of this
city, was awakened from his slumbers on
Thursday night by a strange noise,'re-
sembling the wall of a man In great dis-
tress. He turned out of bedi. Intent upon
playing the Good Samaritan, but, strange
to say, tbe direction from which the noise
came seemed to have changed, and It bo-
came apparent that the •Incognito from
which emanated the melancholy refrain
was traveling on the main road. He went
to the house of a neighbor, who, by the
way, Is an old Oregonian,and, calling him
noise In question. The Otegonlan smlli
disdainful smile, and remarked: " We
,re badl:
out of bed, he directed his attention to the
Ü * lied
Well,
John, you are badly fooled this time; that
is the' cry of the cougar or Oregon lion."
It is needless to say that John -did not
wish to pursue tbe subject any longer, but
wended his way back to bed again, trem-
bllng at the Idea of what the consequences
might haye been bad he obeyed his first
impulse and ran down tbe road to Inters
view the night-walker-TÍV<¿and (Or.)
Bulletin.
Change of Sates of Postage.
Under the' act of Congress, passed March
3,1875, the rate of postage on a}l transient
mall matter, Including newspapers, books,
circulars, merchandise, patterns, seeds,
etc., Is changed from one .cent for each
two ounces or fraction, to one tent for each
ounce am fraction. The rates of postage on
papers sent abroad remain unchanged.
Postage on papers addressed to foreign
countries must be paid In full, or the mat-
ter will not be forwarded. Domestic mail
matter not paid In full Is sent to destina-
addressed.
The new
new lafc does not cbainge tho rate
seriberi.
The new law went Into effect on March
10.. <ti
Kissing the Dead.
The danger from oontaglon and disease
of the practloe-ofhisslng the dead is shown
by an occurrence at Mt. Vernon, New
York, where the Inhabitants are con¡
ulattng themselves on havMg esca|
horrors of an epldémlc. it
young lady, named Cairo
her father's house In that village, a
time since, and died in a short time
ward. During the wake which Ml
a large namSer of persona kissed
corase. It has now "
&at-> i
roll's ol
ted, the
en. .1
tbe Inn
m
ndly.
her lpver all the
that natural history cans
eler roused un, begged the. larf.t to-wlt.
her partner a "NoaU's Ark" at onoe, and
allow htm to sleep quietly. "l *
ybstkkday a one-legged man, asking
for alms around the POst-offlce, was claim-
tngthat he had his leg shot off* In the™
Mexican war. when a oluzensald: "Oh,
como now—that's too tbln I " "
you-own that your lei
cars?" "Well," repi
been tolling the other
1 hate to go
matt,r'I'*«K
■ip^ for «evejE.
years,and! hate to go at it noW,TMd'
make a change.—Detroit flr*e Pr*s*. >
Tub late Hon. Sam Galloway of, Colum-
bus, Ohio, was a remarkably1 Homely Waft.'
On one oocaslon, While dining wlftn feaM
Honal and political friend in Chllllcotlie,,
the six ór seven yeár old daughter of hW'
host, who had been intently studying Gab,
loway's face, said, loud enough to beheard
by all at tabic: "Ma, do Pt thkt man's
nrnmraa love children, i "
"Why so, my dear?" ask
"Oh, just \iause she raised him," -
A young oouple^went to a clergyman
■ted for,his waggU' ' ' " *
wPHOPI ..... . I
that Is born of a woman Is foil of. trouble,
and hath but a short time to live." *The
astonished bridegroom suddenly ex-
claimed, "Sir, you mistake; we «uneto,
be married." " Well," replied the olerffy-
man, "if you Insist, I will mariy v«u ¡'Cut
believe me, my friend, j ou had Setter bn
buried."
A new "station" has lately been «stab-
ler mother.
i t>w>«*.<¡
train ?" said the concluctor.'yex*
claimed the agent, "f > bought setfrébody
might want to get off!"
Immediately]
hang out the red flag
were passengers awaiting the
thenars oame through next mi
engineer.saw the flag out, ani
The condudtor, looking out I
gen, and seeing no one
asked him If there were an;
get on, when he answered
"No.". "Then why d(d
" " 01, v,
ought
promoted to á pre,
on a gravel train.
— . ta i
Anecdote .of Ethan Allen.
Mr. Curwen retatei; lh his "Hlstory of1
Booksellers," an amusing 1 " '
which Col. Ethan Allen cot
figures. Mr. James Rtvlngton, c
old booksellers of Lorn
ness through a fondnei
over to America in 170
Tory newspaper |u
tho Royal QatetU,
and rashly petaon
tor In continued
there always lurk
hiding. ^ Wo "
ry?I
mpd í
SgTjg
tw
If'11'
huzzas, of wb
ware. He came u;
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