Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 May 1882 — Page 4

LONGFELLOW’S POETICAL APHORISMS, • / " Konr. Whereunto Is money good T Mho has It not want* hardihood. Who ha* it baa much trouble and care, Who once has had it has despair. TRI BUST HRMOnia, 3oy and temperance and repose 81am the door on the doctor’s nose. BUT. Man-like is it to fall into sin, ■ Flend-iike is it to dwell therein, C rist-like is it for sin to grlere, r God-like is it all sin to leave. RETRIBUTION. Though the mills of God grind slowly, Yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, W ith exactness grinds He all. POVRRTT AND BLINDNESS. A blind man is a poor man, and blind a poor man is, For the former teeth no man, and the latter no man secs. law or ura. Live I, so live I, To my Lord heartl'y. To my Prince faithfully. To my neighbor honestly, Lie I, so die L CREEDS. Lutheran, Popish, Calvinistlc, all These creeds and doctrines three Extant are; but still the doubt is, where Christianity may be. THE RESTLESS HEART. A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round; If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. CHRISTIAN LOVE. Whilom Love was like a fire, and Warmth and comfort it bespoke; But, alas 1 it now is quenched, and Only bites us, like the smoke. ART AND TACT. Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined, Often in a wooden bouse a golden room we find. TRUTH. When by night the frogs are croaking, Kindle but a torch’s fire; Ha! how soon they all are silent! Thus truth silences the liar.

THE END OF A STAGE COACH TRAGEDY.

I was traveling agent for a large firm, and in the coarse of business visited the flourishing little town of Bellair, where our people had many customers. It was about the middle of August, and on the very night of my arrival that usually quiet and sober place was thrown into a state of consternation by the occurrence of a very unusual circumstance. The stage coach was accustomed to arrive about 8 o’clock, but on the day in question that hour passed and the stage did not come in. The timekeeper was in a state of great agitation, walking to and fro, and wondering what had become of the coach. It M as at last supposed that some accident must have befallen the coach, and assistance was being prepared in the shape of horsemen to search the road. These were nearly ready, but when just upon the point of starting the loud blast of the coachman’s horn was heard, and anxiety as to the safety of the Btage was exchanged for wonder as to the cause of its delay. A few moments later it drove up in due form before the office, and a little crowi gathered to investigate the origin of such an unusual circumstance.

The.coachman, upon being questioned, gave a very clear and simple explanation of the affair. A passenger, he said, had suddenly insisted on alighting, and had banged * the door so violently that one of the horses had taken fright. This had started the other horse, and the two had at once galloped madly away, nearly demolishing the coach, and were not brought to until one of them fortunately stumbled and hurt his fore leg severely, causing considerable delay. The appearance of the horse witnessed to the truth of this statement. Every one was for the moment satisfied with this account of the delay, but only for a moment, for the next instant a much more exciting and horrible discovery than the delay of the coach was made. One of the porters lounging about very naturally opened the coach door and prepared to assist the passengers to alight. But no one stirred within. It was too dark to see, but the porter, putting his hand in, felt the person of a human being, as he thought, very wet, and who must, from his insensibility, either be sleeping, or else was perhaps stunned by the accident on the road. “ Hallo, John,” cried he, “who the deuce have you got here ? The old gemmen’s either deadly asleep or else he’s fainted when the horses ran off 1” The coachman, whose name, it may here be stated, was John Bush, replied very calmly : “ Oh, lie’s all right, Bill. Him and his pal had a tiff, but I fancy they’d been drinkin’, and now he’s got asleep.” Saying so, he brought forward a lantern, the light of which Bill afterward thought made him deadly pale. They, however, cast the light into the coach upon the sleeping gentleman, but the next second they drew back with a shout of horror. Bill saw by the light that it was not the rain which had damped his hands ; the stain upon them could not be mistaken. “ It’s blood! It’s blood ! ” he cried, shaking the thick crimson drops from his fingers. As for poor Bush, the coachman, he looked on in blank amazement, like a man stricken dumb. The noise which Bill made attracted the attention of all aroimd, who were now Only just beginning to guess at the cause of the delay. A scene of terrible excitement followed. The whole street was in confusion. It was discovered that the coach contained only one passenger, or rather his corpse, for he lay in a pool of blood quite dead, and it was evident that he had been most foully murdered. Examination showed that he was a man in the prime of life, well dressed and of gentlemanly appearance, but without purse, pocketbook, papers, or any other article by which he could be identified, excepting a small envelope with two cards in it— supposed to be his own—and bearing the name of Samuel Bobinson. It was evident that he had been stabbed suddenly in the neck, and death must have been almost instantaneous.

The excitement at Bellair was very great. The proper officials were sent for and an investigation made. Every one was questioned as to who the murderer could be and what steps could be taken to effect his capture. As might be expected, all eyes were turned to Bush, the coachman, who was naturally supposed to be likely to know something about the matter. In fact, some people even suggested that he might possibly know more than he cared to tell; but this was only scandal He was calm and collected, and, stating to the police authorities that he thought he could give valuable information, he accompanied them to the station. There he made the following important statement: He had started, he said, from Woodley in the morning, with five passengers. This, of course, could be verified by reference to the officials there. At various plaoes, so he said, he had set down five passengers. He had also taken up two, but did not remember what they were like, as he thought nothing about them at the time; could not say even if the two were men or women ; thought they had alighted on the way, and that the gentleman in the coach was one of those who started first at Woodley. When about two miles on the other side of Winfield Hollow he heard what seemed to him to be a violent dispute going on inside the coach. He stopped the horses and went to the door. Only two passengers were then inside—one a young man with dark eyes and chestnut hair, and the other he could swear was the murdered man. They seemed to be in high dispute; but when they saw him, and knew that their altercation had stopped the coach, the murdered man—he was certain he could swear it was the murdered man—put his head out of the window, and said : _ "What do you want? My friend and

I had a few harsh words, and what is that to you ¥’ When he heard this he remounted the box. About five minutes later one of the gentlemen stopped him to get out, seeming to be much agitated, which he supposed to be on account of the dispute. He did not notice at the time which gentleman left, but could certainly swear that it was the murdered man who had spoken to him from the window, and who appeared to be the principal in the dispute. A few minutes after the unknown gentleman left the murdered man the accident occurred which prevented the coachman from any very close remembrance of particular incidents. Bush, the stage coachman, appeared to be much troubled during his examination by the police, which was very Tiatnral, as he had good reason to know that he would be greatly blamed, and would probably in the end be dismissed for carelessness. It is no pleasant thing to drive a coach, and to have people murdered in it. He was. however, much relieved when he found that his oonduct, on acoonnt of the excitement occasioned by the accident, was not considered to be very oulpable, and that he was only bound over to attend and give evidence at the inquest, which he was very willing to do.

The inquest was held in due course. Mr. Pritchard, the Coroner, being an active, sensible man, nothing was left undone which might subserve the ends of justice. Several people were called as witnesses, but only three gave evidence of any consequence. The first was the clerk at the office where the coach started. He gave the names of the passengers booked, but could not identify the murdered man. The next was the coachman, John Bush, whose tale was much as has been already told. The most important point in his evidence was that he affirmed that the murdered man spoke a little huskily t hrough his nose, and had a way of lisping out his M’ords so that, even in the midst of the fight, he could hardly help laughing at him. All ihis evidence he gave in a clear, straight-forward manner, such as, it was thought, proved him beyond a doubt to have no complicity in the foul deed. The third witness was the porter who discovered the dead body; and after these were one or two others who were present at the time, including the medical man who examined the corpse. The Coroner summed up with great ability, and the jury, without a moment’s consideration, returned a verdict of willful murder against some person or persons unknown. The next day the body of the murdered man was buried and the police renewed their search, but everybody saw that, after a little popular indignation, and a little fuss on the part of the newspapers, the tragedy of the Bellair stage would probably become one of those mysteries which wait for elucidation and punishment until the day of doom. Strange to say, however, the perpetrator of the crime was discovered, and convicted on his own evidence, and the very means which he adopted to hide the dreadful deed were the occasion of it being brought to light, as I shall now briefly explain.

The town of Bellair was about forty or fifty miles from Woodley, and the stage ran between the two places. A few miles from Woodley was another small town called Oakbourne, and in Oakboume lived a widow lady, named Conway, and her daughter. Mrs. Conway had a brother who was deaf and dumb. His name was Thomas Ellwood. His affliction, as might be supposed, was a source of great trial to his family, and had his parents been poor it would have made his course in life much harder than it really was; but his father, old Mr. Ellwood, had but two children, the eldest a girl—who married while young a certain Mr. Conway—and Thomas, of whom I am about to speak. After Jane Ellwood became Mrs. Conway she saw very little of her own family, for her mother was already dead, and in less than a year after her wedding day she lost her father, and now her only surviving relative was her brother Thomas.

To Thomas Ellwood his father left almost all that he possessed, saying that his daughter, being married, w r anted little, and that poor Tom could do nothing for himself. “Poor Tom,” however, at the time of our story, was no longer a_ boy, for he had nearly reached his 40th" year, but he had never married. His sister, Mrs. Conway, was older than himself, and had an only child, a daughter. now about 17 years of age, called, after her mother, Jane. Jane had great expectations, for not only was her widowed mother well-to-do in the world, but her uncle, Thomas Ellwood, had declared that as he was, on account of his infirmity, likely to Bpend his days in bachelorhood, he would leave all his property to her. Jane had, moreover, a lover, a right good young man, to whom her mother had promised that she should in due time be united, which meant whenever Uncle Ellwood found opportunity, as he had promised, to settle a certain large sum upon her. But Uncle Ellwood had hitherto neglected doing so, chiefly on account of an innate dislike which he had to doing business with lawyers. But time and love would allow of no longer delay. Uncle Tom had promised his sister and niece that he would arrange about the property early in the month of August, which had already begun; but when, two days after, he called at Mrs. Conway’s house, he allowed that he had totally forgotten all about it. This confession was, of course, all made by dumb show, as from his birth he could not utter a word ; and Mrs. Conway’s discourse, as she scolded him, fell upon deaf ears. Thomas was a goodnatured soul, _ and his sister carelessly thought it did not matter how she rated him; but, although he heard never a word, poor Tom’s heart was grieved, for he knew he had vexed his sister. Mr. Ellwood, of course, could not reply, although, with the usual tact of afflicted people, he made a shrewd guess at what his sister said. He carried a little tablet and pencil always about with him and now„he wrote : “ I’ll go to Woodley to-morrow, Jane. The stage from Oakbourne to Woodley starts at 6, and I’ll go over.” Mrs. Conway read the sentence and then smiled and nodded assent. The tjvo were reconciled, and the rest of the evening passed off pleasantly enough. Jane’s lover, Fred, had to go early, but Uncle Tom stayed to supper. Jane and her mother went with him to the gate, and there bade him good-night. Mr. Ellwood then went straight home to his lodgings, and after arranging with his landlady to rouse him early the following morning he went to bed. When the morning came he packed up a few necessaries, directed his luggage to Woodley—for he was a very punctual man—and then, after telling the landlady that he was going to that town for a day or two, he left. He booked from Oakbourne by the 6 o’clock stage and arrived early in Woodley. The next day his sister received a letter from that town, stating that after seeing his lawyer he found it necessary to go on to Bellair, but would return the next day. The next day and the next day oame, but Thomas Ellwood never came back again. In his letter he stated that the business in- question might have been done by an agent, but that Mrs. Conwav’s impatience and angry words' had so agitated him that he had resolved to go on at once and do everything himself. He finished his letter with an expression of love, but Mrs. Conway never forgot or forgave her own hasty words to which he alluded.

As day after day passed, Mrs. Conway, finding her brother still mysteriously absent from home, and that, as far

as she could learn, he had not only been away for a much longer time than bumness could require, Sat had never been seen since, began to be much agitated, especially as every one was talking of a horrible murder in the Bellair coach. At last sbe went to Bellair, and when she learned how the victim had said this and that sbe thought little about it, for she knew poor Tom had no power to speak. One evening, however, she saw a drunken man rolling home. Like other fools of his class, he scattered all he had about him, and Mrs. Conway’s eyes fell upon a small letter-case which he knew belonged to Ellwood. She picked it up, followed the drunkard, saw where he lived and then applied to the magistrate. The drunkard was arrested. He proved to be none other than the ooachman, John Bush, who could not, however, account fairly for the case. Drunk as he was, he was too sensible to betray himself. He was, however, held to bail, which, as he could not give, he was of coarse locked up. The next day he was brought before the magistrate and examined. Mrs. Conway swore that the letter-case belonged to her missing brother. The ooachman swore that he bought it, with some other trifles, of a peddler whom he met in the street, and, as there was no evidence to refute this statement, he was at once discharged. Bush now saw that he was likely to become an object of suspicion and prepared to flee. Meanwhile the detective police, having at last a clew which even a blind man could not help but' follow, set to work again in earnest. They saw Mrs. Conway and suggested to her that it was her brother Ellwood who had been murdered, and that perhaps the coachman knew more of the affair than he chose to allow. This suspicion she of course declared groundless, as her brother, being deaf -and dumb, could not have spoken as the coachmen asserted. A warrant, however, was obtained for exhuming the body of the murdered man. Mrs. Conway at once recognized her brother.

Bush was now again arrested, although the magistrate was greatly opposed to the proceeding, as he justly stated that there was not sufficient evidence to justify an arrest. A wellknown lawyer, Mr. Chancery, however, came forward and clearly showed that if Bush, having every facility for forming a proper judgment, had sworn solemnly that the deceased had said such and such things, the deceased being—as was now fully proved—deaf and dumb from birth, he must either have deliberately committed perjury or else he must have some complicity in the bloody deed, or possibly he might be guiity of both. This argument, coming from a man like Mr. Chandery, was listened to with proper attention. The coachman was again taken into custody and committed for trial. He was arraigned at the next sessions. Had he only murdered the unfortunate Mr. Ellwood and said nothing about it he might possibly have escaped. But he condemned himself out of his own mouth by swearing at the inquest that a man now proved to have been born dumb had said certain things to him. When brought up for trial he came with an air of defiance and proposed to brazen out the whole matter. But when, after he had again been minutely questioned about what the murdered mau said, and had sworn to it, other witnesses of undoubted character proved that the unfortunate man never could speak ; then, turning to the Judge, the criminal said, “ The game is played out,” and fainted. The jury brought in a verdict of willful murder against John Bush. It would, however, appear that all that the guilty man said about the beginning of the fatal .journey was true. Mr. Ellwood did really leave his hotel to go to the post, but being anxious to arrive in Bellair that day, and seeing the stage, already started, rounding the corner, he got into it without returning for his luggage. The other passengers alighted at their several destinations, and he was left alone. Bush had some slight knowledge of him, and believing him to carry a large sum had, when he found his victim left without protection, stopped the coach, and in an unguarded moment stabbed him in the neck. His first idea after pillaging the murdered man was to bury him on the spot; but, fearing discovery, he hid his spoils a little way off in the woods, and then concocted a story to account for the delay of the coach—wounding the horse himself, so as to bear out his tale.

Apostrophe to the Statue of a Gladiator.

[Laramie Boomerang.] Cold, pulseless fragment of the long ago, who sittest calm and passionless through scooting years! Thy busted snoot, awry, amort, bemoiled with dust of passing feet, thy fractured bugle looming ’neath the twinkling stars, a gloomy wreck of former grandeur tells not of what hath thee betid. Across thy scarred, cold breast no trouble rolls* and o’er thy brow yet frozen in dumb agony bestraught, the swift and sable clouds of night do struggle like an aged, dying joke cast in the dust of ancient amphitheater. Little thou reckest, in thy broken state, that thou art clothed with nothing but the wailing wynd. Thy cold, hard cheek is still ungjothed with shame, tho’ in the chilly air anight thy marble fragments are exposed. Who gazing at thy busted brow and panic-stricken features now, would ere surmise thy prowess in the days agone! Who, looking o’er thy mansard intellect and cast-iron frame, knocked galley west by time’s effacing fingers, ere would give a passing thought ,to what thou’st been in previous years! I trow, not one of all mankind would pick thee up to be the once proud snoozer of the Roman ring. Misguided relic of an era long years past when men were muscled like an aged hen, and when brave men fought with cheese knives long and well, or gouged the lion’s liver out and mixed it with the sand, while beauteous ladies smiled and munched the Roman caramel, he who would grudge thee pity now in this thy hour of need, would rob a pauper’s grave to get the gold with which his teeth were filled. Proud fragment of heroic days, in dreams no doubt thou livest on, and in the amphitheater with quivering blade thou lightest still. Methinks I see thee in the dusty ring, straddling about and slashing right and left, filling the air with toe-nails and fresh gore. Again I hear thy new laid joke as up against the gallerieß the fragments of thy foe are hurled. Dream on, thou fractured warrior of ye olden time, and reck not one cold, careless clam that all thy limbs are knocked into a shapeless mass. Forget the present in thy glorious past. Live over still the days when in thy wondrous strength thou wast more deadly modem pie. Remember still the days of long ago, when he who banged thee midst the face and eyes got scattered o’er the dry and thirsty ground, and dusted off the quivering earth with his remains. Lose not thy grip, bold warrior of the fly-blown past. Brace up with memories of forgotten years, thou busted warrior of ye Roman time, for he who thus apostrophizes thee is busted, too.

Boston “Culchur.”

A bright and quick-witted young lady of Providence, visiting in Boston, was so amazed at the airs of superiority put on by the “ cultured people ” she met that she determined to test the genuineness of their accomplishments at the first opportunity. Accordingly she hit upon this ingenious plan : A Mr. Thaxter was giving readings from Browning, which were quite the rage, and almost everybody the Providence lady met referred to the poet, whonf'nobody understands,

in terms of rapturous appreciation. Bo one day finding herself in a group of acquaintances she took np a volume of Browning and read from one of hi* poems —every other line . Nobody discovered the farce, and the adjectives and applause came as usual.

A WONDERFUL METAMORPHIS.

V*wh«4 for *7 “*««»>* Mirth ■ru” mt Brie, «**■ “Jr* *•■»»- H«w -Rmr r»*r" SfCMM “llurta. 7*mr.” The Buffalo Courier publishes the following remarkable story sent by a correspondent at Erie, Pa.: The following remarkable story is vouched for by eight reliable citizens of this city : William P. Baxter is a farmer, and has for many years owned a large farm situated between North East, Pa., and Bipley, N. Y. He is frequently in this city, where he is well known. Near to the Baxter farm there lives a family by the name of Fear, highly respected by their neighbors. About twenty-five years ago there was born in this family a girl, a sweet little cherub that became the pet of the neighborhood. They named her Rosa, and she grew np a lovely child, and in due time was sent to school. Here she distinguished herself by most extraordinary precocity. Her aptitude exceeded that of scholars ten years older than herself, and in less than two years she had passed every other pupil and stood at the head oP*her classes, the holder of all the honors competed for. At the age of fourteen she entered the service of Mrs. Baxter, the first wife of the farmer referred to. Eosa proved to be as good a girl for farm-house duties as she had been a student, and the Baxter family liked her so well that she was treated in every respeot as though she was one of the family. She continued to live there, and when she had attained the age of eighteen her hand was sought in marriage by a young farmer from a neighboring village. For some reason, unaccountable at that time to her friends, Miss Fear declined the honorable offer, alleging that she had no desire to quit the roof of her kind friends. About this time it began to be noticed that Eosa’s features were losing their feminine softness, and that the effeminate contour of her hitherto symmetrical form was vanishing, and giving place to masculine angularity. Her hands that were onee so well shaped began to grow large and coarse, and a down appeared on her upper lip. The presence of the latter greatly distressed her, and as it continued to grow in spite of all her efforts to prevent it, she became so ashamed that she refused to accompany the Baxters to the family pew in the village church, or to mingle in any of the socials or parties in which she had once been a courted belle. The family while deeply regretting the loss of. Bosa’s personal attractions, tried to laugh her out of her sensitiveness. But the girl appeared to be consumed with a secret. About six months after this, Bosa did not appear as usual one morning. No answer came from her room, and when it was broken open it was found to have been unoccupied that night. All Bosa’s clothes were hanging up, even to those she was accustomed .to wear about the house. Mr. Baxter sent his son Charles to look in the bam, dreading to enter it himself, for a dreadful suspicion of suicide was uppermost in his thought. But Bosa was not in the barn, neither was she in any part of the farm. At last the searchers found two letters in her trunk, one addressed to Mrs. Baxter, the other to her parents. The contents of Mrs. Baxter’s letter created the utmost consternation. It said that the writer had gone away; that it would be useless to follow her; that her life had become unbearable because within a year nature had worked a complete metamorphosis, unsexing her and making it necessary to change her home and raiment. The astonished Baxters discovered that she had left all her female clothing down to the minutest article, and that she had. attired herself in a suit of clothes belonging to Dr. A. A. Freeman, now an alderman from the First Ward in this city. Dr. Freeman was a yearly visitor at the Baxter farm, and he frequently spends a day there still. He was well acquainted with Miss Fear when she was little Bosa, and lie often saw her when she lived with the Baxters. He had been visiting there a week before the girl disappeared, and had left a suit of clothes benind him by mistake. Two months passed and a letter oame in Eosa’s fine hand-writing. It informed the family that the writer was well and was working as a farm hand in Ohio, but that the stamp of the letter would give no clue to her address.

Two years elapsed, and one morning a fine-looking young man with sun-burned face, magnificent beard and heavy, dark mustache, stood at the gate of the Fear homestead. “ Do you know me, Mary ?” he said to the young lady who came out to ascertain his business. The tones were deep and manly and there was a familiar ring in the stranger’s voice. “It is Rosa,” said the girl, and the next moment the spectators were regaled with a Bight of Miss Mary Fear clasped in the arms of a young fellow, giving back as many kisses on his mustache as he showered upon her uplifted face. “Not Rosa, but Charles Fear now.” said the whilom housemaid, and then he told them how, after that wonderful change, he had hired as male help; that he had made a little money and had come homo to work the farm. Mr. Charles Fear ruus that farm today, and Ripley has no citizen held in higher estimation than he. Since his return he lias twice been appointed a teacher in tho public schools, and he can be seen on the Fear farm every day of the w r eek. Such is the remarkable story told to the Courier correspondent. The references given were hunted up, and although there was a reluctanoe to speak about it, all confirmed the story. Dr.. Freeman was called upon regarding the suit of clothes, and he confirmed the account, stating also that he was acquainted with all the circumstances related. He further stated that in his opinion nature was undecided as to Fear’s sex, and at the age mentioned masculinity developed.

Petty Worries.

What a blessed thing it is that we can forget. To-day’s troubles look large, but a week hence they will be forgotten and buried out of sight. Sayr one writer: “If you would keep a book and daily put down the things that worry you and see what becomes of them, it would be a benefit to you. ” You allow a thing to annoy you just as you allow a fly to settle on you and plague you; and you lose your temper, (or rather get it,) for when men are surcharged with temper they are said to have lost it, and justify yourselves for being thrown off your balance by causes which you do not traoe out. But if you would see what it was that threw you off your balance before breakfast and put it down in a little book, and follow it up and ascertain what becomes of it you would see what a fool you were in the matter. The art of forgetting is a blessed art, but the art of overlooking is quite as important. And if we should take time to write down the original progress and outcome of a few of our troubles, it would make us so ashamed of the fuss we make over them, that we should be glad to drop such things and bury them at once in eternal forgetfulness. Life is too short to be wore out in petty worries, frettings, hatred and vexation. Every lady who shops by mail should send 'five three-oent stamps for a copy of Strawbridge A Clothier's Quarterly. The present number contains 1,000 engravings, illustrating the new fashions, and four pages of new music. Strawbridge k Clothier, Eighth and Market streets, Philadelphia,

A Gratofal Indian.

Among those who drifted hither in '59 during the Pile’s Peak excitement, and who have remained as hunters or prospectors, is Moccasin Bill, stall hiring in his cabin in the Sangre de Christa mountains. At the age of fifty years this man is as straight and active as at twenty, and when he mingles with other men—a rare occurrence—he towers above them like a giant among lilliputians. His long hair falls over his shoulders and descends nearly to his waist in natural curls, now slightly tinged with gray, while a beard that has known no razor for thirty years sweeps his breast. Many years ago he established a hunt-ing-camp in the Gunnison country. Having excavated a hole in the side of a hill, and having completed a warm and secure retreat, he was prepared to pass the winter and brave the perils of that season of the year. He had located a series of traps, and daily he plodded through the snow to secure any animals that might have been captured, and to replenish his larder by bringing down such game as might be obtainable. As the winter advanced the snow became deeper, and spread over the mountains and valleys to the depth of many feet. While making his daily rounds, one day, and while staggering along with a bundle of furs on his back and his rifle on his shoulder, he heard a cry, faint and weak, yet still a call for help. With true frontier courage he responded to the appeal, and ere long found, halfburied in the snow and nearly perished, an Indian. With indefinite difficulty he conveyed the savage to his cabin, and there nursed him back to strength. This Indian had secreted himself upon the trail of the hunter with the avowed intention of killing him, but had succumbed to the cold, and was rescued by the man he had sought to slay. Before leaving his benefactor, he unbosomed himself, and while relating his story pleaded for pardon. His benefaotor knew full well the object the one he had rescued had in view, but had nobly saved him from a horrible fate. The savage and would-be murderer departed from the cabin of his benefactor with a changed heart, and returned to his tribe where he related his adventure. From that day the hunter was honored by the Indians, and many days were spent in their wigwams by one whom they had sought to destroy. His traps were never molested, and when he left for the settlements he carried with him the love of his savage neighbors.

Sketch of Gambetta Out of Power.

Coming from the Chamber I saw M. Gambetta on the bridge opposite the Palais Bourbon, urging his portly person against a wind which churned the Seine into a whirpool, and made most pedestrians clutch their hats despairingly. The great man has grown old with almost alarming rapidity, but not since his fall. On the contrary, it is only from the moment of his departure from power that his eyes have brightened and his step has grown comparatively light. His face is flushed, and his eyes are sunken, not as a reliable informant who was with me when he passed told me, because of dissipation, but because of overwork. Never man toiled as Gambetta toiled for twelve or fourteen weeks previous to his resignation. His doctor gave him the choice to die or to stop work, and before he was compelled to admit publicly that his physical energies were flagging came the political crisis which gave him repose. He went down to the Chamber on the day that I saw him with the air of a man who still had an important place there, and I observed that hats were doffed on all sides as he went along. 'Wicked De Blowitz, the Paris correspondent of the London Times, says that Gambetta still keeps the tri-colored cockade, which belongs to the Prime Minister’s equipage, upon his coachman’s hat, which if true, might be considered as an indication of great expectations. Gambetta is more frequently seen in public—at the theater, in society—now that the strain of his labor is relaxed. He is now visible in a box at the Francois, now heard of at a dinner party where the company is brilliant and gay. “He is not a man of the world,” once said General Galliffet of him; “he can not boast of tenue, but he can say a neat thing; from his corner of a sofa after dinner he sometimes sends forth a flight of witty and caustio sayings, sure to be long remembered. Every one who has heard him in the tribune knows what a remarkable faculty he possesses for crushing an adversary with a sharp retort, which stings for many days. —Paris Correspondence,

Kansas Praising It.

“ While I was in Topeka last winter, ” said the Hon. Arthur Edgington, “ I had a pretty rough time of it. I got a bad cold, and then, that not being sufficiently severe, I was also attacked with rheumatism. The pain was in my left shoulder. At times I almost writhed in agony. I tell you, sir, that the pain could not have been greater had my shoulder been screwed up in a vise. I was utterly helpless, and felt like I was destined to remain in that condition indefinitely. My friends and a physician were generous in their prescriptions and my room soon became a miniature apothecary shop. But nothing did me any good. One day some one told me I was enduring a great deal of needless pain when I could invest 50 cents in a bottle of St. Jacobs Oil and be cured. linvested in a bottle of the Oil, rubbed it on my shoulder twice, and in two days I forgot that I ever had rheumatism. Yes, that is a great remedy, and no mistake. They can’t say too much in favor of its healing power. ” The above was uttered by Mr. Edgington while sitting in the porch of the La Gonda House, at Columbus, the other evening, and was overheard by an escaped reporter, who is traveling over the country incog. Inquiry developed the fact that Mr. Edgington is one of the most widely-known men m Kansas, figuring prominently in politics, and acting as the responsible agent of the Bradstreet Commercial Agency. Upon subsequently making Mr. Edgington’s acquaintance the reporter was assured that all he had heard was true, and he was at liberty to use it in the papers. —Oswego (Kan.) Democrat. Sarcasm among military men is sometimes expressed so that it hurts. During the • war John Morgan was in Kentucky, and he was particularly down on a Federal regiment of Kentucky troops—the Thirty-second. They were stationed at Somerset in that State, and one day Morgan sent a flag of truce to the commanding officer, as follows: “Bemovo the women and children and the Thirty-second Kentucky at once, as I am going to shell the town.” The feeling of the officers and men of that Kentucky regiment can be imagined, but not described.

A few Sundays ago a Western church was discovered to be on fire, but the preacher, with great presence of mind said nothing about it He merely remarked : "This building is heavily burdened with debt and I wish some one would lock the doors until the amount is raised.” Everybody volunteered to do the locking, and as everybody forgot to come back there was no panic and no one was hurt Wx frequently read of a man committing suicide in New York, because he was " unable to obtain employment” We quite as often read that hundreds of immigrants, upon their arrival in Castle Garden, immediately secure situations through the Employment Bureau, and that the supply of laborers is not equal to the demand. “Comment is unnecessary.”—Norristown Herald. . On her retur a from Sunday morning service Percy’s mother told him that Mr. F. preached about the importance of parents bringing their children to meeting, and that he would have to go hereafter. The critical 8-year-old replied in anxious tones: “ I don’t want to, ma ; I never heard i sermon in that church in mv life that I liked “Pray,” said Mr. to a gentleman he overtook on the road, •• will you have the complaisance to take my great-coat in your carnage to town ? ” “ With pleasure, my dear sr ; but how will you get it again ? ’ “O, very easily, replied the modest applicant, “ I «h«n remain in it”

We see in the New York Spirit of the Times mention of the cure of Mr. George Drake, 46 Fifth street, Indianapolis, Ind., of a severe case of water rheumatism by the use of St. Jacobs Oil.— Cincinnati Enquirer.

The Irish Thirst for Gere.

An FnpKahmun landed at Dublin a few months ago filled with apprehension that the life of any loyal subject of her Majesty was not worth a farthing there and thereabout. The Land Leaguers, he imagined, were all bloodthirsty assassins, and all that sort of thing. But it was his duty to travel in the land—a duty he approached with fear and trembling. Now, there happened to be on his route a number of towns, the names of which begin with the suggestive syllable “ Kil.” There were KUmartin and so on. In his ignorance of nomenclature his affrighted senses were startled anew on hearing a fellow passenger in the railway carriage remark to another as follows: “I’m just after bein’ over to Kilpatrick.” “And I,” replied the other, “am after bein’ over to Kilmary.” “ What murderers they are ! ” thought the Englishman. “ And to think that they talk of their assassinations so publicly!” But the conversation went on. “And share are you goin’ now?” asked assassin No. 1. “I’m goin’ home, and then to Kilmore,” was No. 2’s reply. The Englishman's blood curdled. “Kilmore, is it?” added No. 1. “You’d bettherbe coinin’ along wud me to Kilumaule! ” It is related that the Englishman left the train at the next station, probably to go back to the tight little island and report an alarming increase in the number of outrages in Ireland.

BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

are made pallid and unattractive by functional irregularities, which Dr. Pierce’s “ Favorite Prescription ” will infallibly cure. Thousauds of testimonials. By druggists. "I mm I have been hogging a delusion,” said Harry to James, his successful rival iu the suit for the hand of Miss 8., a day or two after the marriage. “So do I!’’ responded James. Now, just what did James mean ?—Boston Star. “Golden Medical Discovery” Is not only a sovereign remedy for consumption, but also for consumptive night sweats, bronchitis, coughs, influenza, spitting of blood, weak lungs, shortness of breath and kindred affections of the throat and chest By druggists. “ Yus, mamma, I took three bonbons out of the drawer.” “That was very naughty, my child, bufl shall forgive you because you confessed it” “Then give me the other, mamma, for I really took only two.” De. Pierce’s “Pellets”—“Little Liver Pills” (sugar-coated)—purify the blood, speedily correct all disorJers of the liver, stomach ana bowels. By diuggists.

Quite an Atheist.

“Oh, yes,” said Mrs. D., as she sur veyed with evident pleasure her little parlor sideboard, covered with oid China and decorated with highly-colored tiles. “Mr. B. remarked last night that I was becoming quite an atheist,” and the old lady’s countenance fairly beamed with delight as her eyes rested on a sixteen cent Japanese tea-pot. all praise wrongly directed, or suggested by selfish motives, is an injurious element in society. It perpetuates much that ought to be repressed, it fills silly minds with vanity and egotism, it panders to some of the worst features of human character. Insincere flattery especially does this.

The Duty of Newspapers.

When experienced, practical and unprejudiced physicians widely indorse and recommend a medicine, knowing from tbe ingredients it contains that it is nature’s best assistant as a health renewer, especially in curing impure blood, dyspepsia, kidney and lnng diseases, female complaints and general weakness, then, indeed, should tho newspaper press of the country give publicity to tho fact. Wo refer to Dr. Guysott’s Yellow Dock aud Sarsaparilla, a medicine of which over a million bottlos were sold last year, without one single instance of complaint.— Times. Aik your druggist to got it for you. An editor, who does not wish his name mentioned, writes as follows : “ Excessive mental activity seriously affected my health. My kidneys and liver gave me greatost annoyance. Severe headaches often made me unfit for work. Milky urine and other symptoms gave evidence of physical decay. Dr. Guysott’s Yellow Dock and Sarsaparilla banished every feeling of distress. I think it the best medicine in the world, and shall do all 1 can to increase its salo.” Dr. Lenz, after having journeyed through Morocco and Timbuctoo, Africa, declares the Great Sahara is not a desert at all; at no point is there a depression below the level of tho sea, as shown on the map of certain geographers, and which led to wild schemes of converting the so-called desert into a great inland sea. Ann creeds and all guides for living and doing can be safely boiled down to this :Do your best. That covers the whole ground. Children are cured of bed-wetting by Kid-ney-Wort. Sold by all druggists. “ What part,” asked a Sunday-school teacher, “ of the ‘Burial of Sir John Moore' do you like best ?” Tne boy was thoughtful for a moment, and then replied: “ ‘ Few and short were the prayers he said.’ ” “ Charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,” and yet some men expect a puff every time they give a dollar to an indigent old woman's society.

Warner’s Safe Kidney and Liver Cure.

A devil-fish with arms thirty-two feet long has been caught off the banks of Newfoundland. What a splendid field for vaccination.— Oil Oily Derrick.

On Thirty Days’ Trial.

The Voltaic Belt Co., Marshall, Mich, will send their Electro-Voltaio Belts and other Electric Appliances on trial for thirty days to Rny person afflicted with Nervous Debility, Lost Vitality and kindred troubles, guaranteeing complete restoration of vigor and manhood. Aadress as above without delay. N. B.—No risk is incurred, as thirty days’ trial is allowed.

Flies and Bugs.

Flies, roaches, ants, bedbugs, rats, mice, gophers, chipmunks cleared out by “ Bough on Bats.” 15a Lvery Home should contain Eilert's Extract of Tar and Wild lh< rry. This elebrated remedy will sun ly cure Coldß, Coughs, Croup, Catarrh, Consumpt on and all Bronchial complai. ts. Common Cilds neghc’od, arc the cause of onehall the d aths Don’t wait for s ekn- HH to come, out tl is day take homo a bottle of Eilert's Extract of Tfir an-1 Wild Cherry, for it may save the 1 so of a loved one, when delay would be death. Sol Iby all Druggists, Mensman’s Peptonized BkefTonio, the only preparation of beef containing its entire nutritious properties, it contains blood-making, force-generating and life sustaining properties ; invaluable for indigestion, dyspepsia, nervous prostration, and all forms of general debility; also, in all enfeebled conditions, whether result of exhaustion, nervous prostration, overwork or acute disease, particularly if resulting from pulmonary complaints. Caswell, Hazard & Co., proprietors, New York. Sold by druggists. Ur-cm: am's toNiirioN ; owder prevent* in h , | in l.is the LiiH'tl, in pr vos Ihe i ppetr, g \o a mik Kith and g'ns y e a of Inr and i <i» llie animal m g< o I e nd t un. It cures : > s i nip r. Coughs, t’ohli, Fevers and inn t of fie d.s uses to -which lloisos,. Cattle, Siicep, Jog-and r iiiltrv am Mi -jcct and t-hou'd lie sod by every one owning or having the care of vock. Sold by all Drtiggis's. The Frazer Axle Grease is the best and, in trinsically, the cheapest. Don't work your horses to death by using poor ax leg reaso. Tryit. The best and cheapest Car Starter is sold by Borden, Selleck & Co., Chicago, 11L With it one man can move a loaded car. Tbt the new brand, Spring Tobaooo.

HOW TO SECURE HEALTH. It is strange anj one will suffer from derangements brought on by impure blood, when SCO VILL’S SARSAPARILLA AND BTILUNGIA, or BLOOD AND LIVER SYRUP, will restore health to the physical organization. It is a strengthening syrup, pleasant to take, and the BEST BLOOD PURIFIER ever discovered, enring Scrofula, Syphil tic disorders. Weakness of the Kidneys, Erysipe'ss, Malaria, Nervous disorders. Debility. 8.1 ons complaints, and Diseases of the Blood, Liver, Kidneys, Ston soh, 8k n. etc. BAKER’S PAIN PANACEA cures pain in men end beast. DR. ROGER’S WORM SYRUP instantly destroys WORMS.

THE MARKETS.

HEW YORK. Bum @9 19* How 7*o @ aOO Flock—Superfine 4 00 @ 8 10 |!S Corn—Ungraded « « Oats—Mixed Western •* • PoBK-Meee 1* 76 <£!• JO CHICAGO. Bkxvks—Choice Graded Steen 7 85 @ 822 Cow* and Heifers 8 80 @ 6 25 Medium to rair «*0 @ 7 3» Hooa S SB @ t 10 Flock —Fancy White Winter Ex... * 62*@ 7 00 Good to Choice Spring lx. • 80 <4 TOO Wheat—No. 3 Spring... 136 14 138 No. 3 Spring 1 14 (4 I 18 Coen—No. 3 74 (4 78 Oats—No. 3. 83 (4 63 Bye-No. X 77 (4 78 Baklkt—No. X 1 04 @ 1 06 Butter—Choice Creamery 34 (4 38 Kaos—Freeh 10 <4 17 Labs lUt'3 HJ4 MILWAUKEE. Wheat—No. 9 1 31 9 1 33 Coen—Na 3 74 <4 78 Oats—No. 3. 61 4 63 Rye-No. 1 83 @ 84 Baulky-No. X 94 « #6 Poee—Mess 1* 00 319 35 Labd 11*« U)4 ST. LOUIS. Wheat— No. 3 Bed I*l 14 133 Corn—Mixed 77 3 78 Oat*—No. 64 3 68 Bye 75 3 76 Pork—Mesa 19 60 319 75 T,..n 11 3 UK CINCINNATI. Wheat 1 84 3 1 88 Corn 77 3 78 Bye 81 3 83 Pork—Mee* 19 78 @3O 00 Labd H*@ H* TOLEDO. Wheat—Na 3 8ed.... 1 1 37 @ 1 88 Corn 80 3 81 0at5........ 64 3 68 DETROIT. Flour—Choioe 6 36 @ 9 00 Wheat—No. 1 White 136 @1 87 Cork—Mixed 78 @ 80 Oats—Mixed 64 3 66 Barley (per oental) 2 00 @ 2 20 Pork—Me** 19 50 @2O 00 INDIANAPOLIS. Wheat—No. 2 Bed 1 33 @ 1 34 Coen—No. 2 74 @ 75 Oats. 66 @ 57 EAST LIBERTY, PA. Cattle —Best 5 50 @ 600 Fair 4 00 @ 4 60 Common 8 60 @ 4 00 HOOS 7 50 @ 8 10 Sheet 435 @640

„ The Illuminator. t T he existence of good feeling on the part of the ufift French Nation Tor the peolyV Huy- pie ofthis country is shown ISCt/h by the presentation of a colossal bronze figure of lVvOg/ Freedom holding aloft the Vtlftt torch of Liberty. Beauty, *r|i 1)\ with usefulness, is com(4)0 I. I bined iu this immense ffl 11 work of art, as the bright, 111 1 1 |\ blazing torch will serve Ilf "I a the purpose of a beacon r 1 1 | light in the harbor of New J II f - York. There is another j figure which will chal——=jHwl (1 J y lenge larger praise and ndmiration than even the great work above referred to. It is illustrated herewith, and represents the aged and worthy St. Jacob, bolding aloft in his hand that beacon which will guide aright all sailing upon the sea of life, whose waters abound with the shoals and dangerous places of sickness and disease. The light It casts is designed to show that St. Jacobs Oil is the true and trusted means of keeping the body on its proper course, and of easing and “righting It should it be unfortunately east upon the shoals of rheumatism or other painftil ailments. Thousands of grateftil ones throughout the world have proved tne value and felt tne good of this Great German Remedy, and are glad to recommend it to all needing the services of just such a remedy. In this connection Mr. John S. Briggs, a well known citizen of Omaha, Neb., told a newspaper man that ho was terribly afflicted with an acute attack of rheumatism in his buck. The disease, which had been preying upon him for years had drawn him out of shape. Ho resorted to every remedy known to physicians, hut found no relief until he tried St. Jacobs Oil. one bottlo of which effected a complete and radical cure. Another case may justify reference: < A VETERAN SEAMAN'S TROUBLE. Editor Inter-Ocean, Chicano, III.: I send you this, feeling that the information conveyed will bo of material benefit to many of your readers. One of our oldest citizens, Captain C. W. Boynton, the Government Light-house keeper at this point, is probably ono of the oldest seamen in America, having sailed twenty-six years on salt water. After this forty-six years’ service his eyesight failed him and ho kept the Light at Chicago until the Government built tho Gross I’oint Light here, when he was transferred.. While seated in my store this morning the Captain volunteered the following written statement: “This is to certify that I have been afflicted with rheumatism for twenty (20) years, both in my side and limbs, I am happy to say that, after Uslng less than two bottles of tne St. Jacobs Oil, lam entirely free from pain, though still limping somewhat when walking, from long force of habit. C. W. Boynton.” Referring to the foregoing facts, I might allude to numerous similar eases that have come to my notice, but “a word to the wise is sufficient.” JOHN Goebel, Pharmacist, Evanston, 11l

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THRESHERS—: tree. THE AULTMAN A TAYLOR CO, Msnsfleld.O. LADY CANVASSER* wanted In overy town to sell our Magnetic Corset and Insoles. Good commissions allowed. Inolose stamp for terms. MAGNETON APPLIANCE CO, 218 State St, Chicago. PPfITJTTP TREE BEAN (New)—Best in cultl- * AvWUA* AW vatton. Enormously productive. Every Farmer and Gardener should have them. ItO Cents per packet. A. D. HUSON. Sheboygan Falls, Wis. TT'VKRY PHYSICIAN, to get the highest and best, XZI should learn the superior Vltnpia thlc Nvstem, and graduate in the AMERICAN HEALTH COLLEGE. Address Its President. Cincinnati, O. fA. REED l SOWS’ ORGANS.^ New Illustrated Catalogues, 1882, sent free. Special prices. Agents wanted in every county. REEVS TEMPLE OF MUSIC. 1»» State St, Chicago. lIIAAI Ewtablinhed 1834. Us Ml I! Commission IMants, ■ ■ |J 111 HI * H 3 ZINZIE BTSEIT, * CHICAGO. RXJrg&XNceb—Bankers and Merchants generally.

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PERRY DAVIS’ Pain-Killer Vto-MMT REMEDY FOR Rheumatism, all druggists. ffOSTETTEHJj . STOMACH - BITTEff 5 Among the medicinal mean* of arresting dU.ua, Hostetter’a Btoranoh Bitters stand pre-amlnant. It checks the further progress of all disorders of tbe stomAOh, liver and bowels, revives tbe vital stamina, prevents and remedies ohlils and fever, incre~.ee the aotlvlty of the kidneys, counteracts a tendency to rheumatism, and is a genuine stay and solace to aged, Infirm and nervous persona EV For sale by all Druggists and Dealers generally OPIUM EWE lM.ChlcagO.lH. Who are desirous of re- _ ~~ cnivlng a carefully revised nni llTrnn Price List every month of UUIM I LlfV nil kinds of P,.por Stock | R I 111 I J |1 «W and Printing MnterlM I 11111 ■ LIIV should nddreas P. O. Box 3111), Chicago, 111.

lIIBFC’ IMPROVED ROOT HERR; IU 9 SX B* 25e. package makes ft gallons of s denillleW 1 clous, wholesome, sparkling TemperI I ance beverage. Ask your druggist, or sent by mall ■ for Zftc. U. B HIRES, 48 N Dels. Aue., Thilada.

k*n • Purgative PHU nmls hew iu.^ Blood, and will completely ohange the blood in lie entire system in three montha. Any person whs will take one pill each night from 1 to 11 weeka may be restored to sound health, if suoh a thing bo possible. Sold everywhere or cent by mall for 8 latter stamps. I. 8. JOHNSON A CO., Beaten, Uaas. formerly Ranger, Me.

MAKE HENS LAY. An English Veterinary Burgeon and Chemist, new traveling in this country, aaya that moat of the Home and Cattle Powders sold hep are worthless trash. He aaya that Sheridan s Condition Powders are absolute ly pure and immensely valuable. Nothing on earth win make hens lay like Sherldan’a Condition Po» ders. Dose, one tcasiioonful to one pint of food. eetE everywhere, or sent by mall for 8 latter stamps. LB. JOHNSON k 00.. B«tcia.Mn~iorm«rlT BmfwJlfc lOWAlgl^r” Fox Sale hr the T X lowa R. B. Land Co. Li All 1/1 Cedar Rapids, lowa. . . J

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