Daily Wabash Express, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 2 September 1883 — Page 3

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"SHE KIND O' tfNDE^ft^NDS."

My Addle? WrtV.I kindo* keep her handy, don't yon now, Though I «uTt aO much.incllndto tromp the atrlngs'arid switch the bow

C*a before the timber in my elbows And

Kmy^n"fa

were more

•atdL

Ilrnber"llke

?ffi?n5°pd, s?i.d pu»k

AMSTIS SSffM&1. ."0 wl»»" every rainy day My

only mlddlln'—tunes 1 •ben a boy—

picked up when a^boy—

The kind o! sort o'flddlln that the folks

The -Old8Fa^Ga^and "Hye Straw" and "My Sallyor's on the Sea." Is the old clotillions I "saw" when the ch'lce Is left to me And so I pluck and plonk and pllnk and rosu-up my bow And piny the tunes that makes you think the devil's in your toe!

Ttat's how this here old fiddle's won my heart's endurln'love! From the strings acrost her middle to the screechln' keys above— From her"apron," overbrlnge, ana totne ribbon round her throat, She's a woon', cooln pigeon, slngln "Love me.'ev'ry note! And so I pat her neck and pllnk her strings with lovln' hands, And lis'nfng' clos't, sometimes think she kind o' understands.

MINE HOST.

[Ludwlg Uhland.]

A generous host, In days of youth, Kecelved me as his guest A golden apple on a bough

Light swaying, was his crest. Twas the free-hearted Apple tree Whose doors stood open wide With nectared loam and sweetest iruu found myself supplied.

To his green-house there gladly flew Full many a light-winged guest They feasted free, sang merrily,

And sang their very best. I fonnd a couch upon the gra8® Spread soft and green before me, My host himself, with shadows cool,

A covering light drew er me.

But be shook his merry, snowy head When I begged him for my bill, O happy hours! O birds ana flowers.

Forever his branches nil!

A WEN

urn.

BY BERTHA M. CLAY,

AUTHOR OF "DORA THORNE."

[Begun Sunday, July 22d."]

CHAPTER XIV.

Afterwards every detail of that night was remembered—'from Hyacinth passionate cry, "I shall kill her if she takes my lover from me," to the insignificant occurrence that, while the ball was at its height, a stranger had called and asked if Lady Fraser was staying at the Hall. Hearing that she was there, he had said that he would call on the morrow. Long afterwards, one of the footmen who was not quite sober at the time, remembered that this stranger had spoken of the size of the Hall, and of the situation of the visitor's rooms.

Alan was the first to piiss Hyacinth from the ball room. He went at once Lady Rosedene, who told him So'nkly the cause of her absence. 'If she is really cross," he said, it of no use my sending any message hicr."

Lady JRosedene looked gravely at

think yoy are to blame," she said. "If I were in your place I should not spend BO much.time with Lady Fraser."

He laughed carelessly. "I shall not be much troubled, ho replied, "when Lady Fraser's visit ends. She amuses me almost

againBt

my own will but I love my

darling.

"Then why vex her?" asked Lady Rosedene, quickly. "I do not— that is, she ought not to be vexed. She knows I love her, and she ought to trust me, said Alan. 1 shall be glad when Lady Fraser is gone I have had a presentment of evil ever since she has been here.

The last they saw of Lady Fraser that evening was when she stood in the brilliant glow of hor beauty talking to Alan. The light from the great chandelier fell on her beautiful face and imperial figure—on her diamonds, her rich dress, and the lovely apple-blos-soms. She was talking to him. and savin# to horsolf that she had liked him far better than any one she had seen, and, that if it conld1 be managed, she would be the Lady of Elmsthrepe, instead of the child who showed her jealoife' pain in her face.

Her dark eyes flashed and her red lips smiled as she

bade

him good

night. She «»id good night also to

Lady

Rosedene but the mistress of Dene was not very cordial to her she could not

forget

face

bjLadv

the pian on Hyacinth

the despair in her voice.

"Gertrude," she said, somewhat sharply, "do you remember the old saying, 'Do as ygn would be done

Fraser laughed a careless, mu

sical laugh. "I

remember many quaint OiCl say in«s, but

never

apply

them to my-

she answered and, as she nast-

B0]f'

ened awav, some of the apple blossoms that had fastened to her dress fell to the ground. "They are all rather cross with mt staid Lady Fraser to herself, as she reached her own room. I do not care. I like him, and I shall win him for myself if 1 can. ..

It was long after midnight., anu the whoio household was wrapped in slumber. There was no sign left of the brilliant ball the last carnage had driven away, the tired dancers, and the still more tired servants had gladly sought rest. Lady raser alone felt no fatigue she was full of high spirits and exultation her brain seemed to burn with the different plans that came into her mind. Her maid took the jewels from her hair and her breast, and then she opened the window that the cool air might take the fever from her.

As she leaned her head out in the moonlight, a man standing watching uttered a low cry. "It is herself 1 he exclaimed. Now I shall see."

She did not remain there many minutes. but quickly closed her window, still smiling to think what she would and could uo.

She had been (or some time moving quietly about her room, when a noise iCs of some one throwing sand or gravel at the window Sttracted her attention. At first she thought it was fancy. But

it was repeated .again and again. Such signals could not have been quite unknown to her, for she suddenly grew

d^heJwent

to the window and opened

it The man then stood underneath, lie looked up, and in the moonlight their eyes met. "You know me? he said, bnetl.

A low cry of wonder and dismaj came from her lips. "Is it you, Anarea? she asked. "Yes

I want & speak to you yon

must

come to me. Do you hear?

C°'ni°eannot,"she

ll°"You

England

over to

lind vou, and now I will see

you—now

—here—to-night." "I cannot, Andrea. Be reasonable, come to-morrow. I dare not, she

"I say come. You need not fear only cowards fear. You think I sha hurt you on my honor I will not ou know my power over you—do not hes-

If you come now and speak ou shall return to your room 11 must have speech with a desperate man. If you hall wake up the house and

•with nUurt

Store all that which you know

mows, declare 1

and I know. Quick—your choice "I will come," she said. She did not wait even to gather

tiously. There was no sound, nothing but darkness and silence. She knew of a aide-door which opened with but little trouble into the grounds. If she could usfe that, she could get ont in silence and no one hear her.

Cautiously she made her way down stairs. In the hall lay a blue-and-white shawl. She lifted it and threw it over her head, then noiselessly unfastened the door and went out.

The cool, sweet night-air greeted her, Passing round the western end of the house, she met the stranger faee to face. He seized her with almost savage force. „, ., "I knew you would come, he said. "I am a desperate man. You lured me to love you. You laughed at me when I asked you to marry me. I have searched half England to find you, and now I shall never leave you until you promise to be my wife. You may look at me. You think me mad. I may be. I have been mad, they say, since you played with me. But I am sane now, ana you must listen to me."

She foresaw that she had a hard battle to fight, and that she muBtdo the best she«ould.

What took place between them no one ever knew. What was the secret of his power over her no one ever understood. She walked with him for more than an hour,, and then she raised a white, tired face to his. "You will let me go now, Andrea, she said. And he watched her as she re-entered the house.

The beauty and exultation had all left her now. She undressed hurriedly, and flung herself, tired in body and mind, upon the bed.

She drew the blue and white shawl from her head, and folded her hands in it. Soon the dark eyes closed and the beautiful woman slept. Soon dreams gave her back her happiness, and she smiled while her hands lay warm and still, folded in the pretty shawl*

What that night saw only Heaven knew but one thing was quite certain -day never dawned for her.

It was late the next morning when the household began to stir. Lady Fraser's maid, Julie, waited some time before she knocked at her mistress' door, and then there came no answer. She went away thinking that her mistress slept and did not wish to be disturbed. But the morning wore on, and she grew anxious at last. She could hear no sound, and could get no answer. She went in search of Lady Rosedene, who smiled when she heard the maid's story, but finally shared her anxiety. They went together to the widow's room, but all endeavors to rouse the sleeper were ineffectual. "We must have the door opened," said Lady Rosedene, with a pale, scared face. "What can be the matter?"

They fetched the butler, an old confidential servant of Lady Rosedene's, and he broke open the door.

Then followed the wailing and shrieking of women, speedily succeeded by the horror and anger of men. For the beautiful Lady Fraser lay dead, stabbed to the heart—stabbed in such a manner that she muet have suffered little pain. Her closed cold hands clutched Hyacinth Vane's Bhawl, and to the fringe of the shawl was fastened one of trie blue cornflowers that she had worn on her dress. The servants tried to remove the shawl, but the dead hands clasped it with the clasp of death.

To one and all the same awful thought came. The young girl who had threatened her rival's life h^d surely accomplished her end and. \re in the deaa woman's hands, by ." sty ill of Heaven, was left the proof guilt. Her own words rang 1. ears—"I shall kill her if she takes lover from me!"

CHAPTER XV.

Dene hall was filled with consternation. Colonel Halle undertook the superintendence Lady Rosedene was quite incapacitated. All that she could say was: "I knew evil would come of it."

Even in the midst of her sorrow and dismay, she had time to reflect that her prestige was ended, that never again could people speak with satisfaction of her home. A murder had been committed there—a beautiful woman had been cruelly slain in the middle of the night. Instead of being the admiration of the whole county, her house would henceforth be shunned as the scene of a most cruel tragedy.

Colonel Halle, by dint of hard words, brought her back to reason. "It is clearly," he said, "a case of murder, and the laws of the land must be obeyed no one must touch the body or enter the room.'

Tne last injunction came too late. When the rush of terrified women came, they disturbed the ornaments on the toilet-table and no one remembered whether the window was found open or shut all that was known that the dead woman grasped the shawl in her hands as though she had grasped it in her last struggle.

Colonel Halle forbade its removal. He sent away the" weeping women, he kept a watch on the chamber of the dead. He was a strong man and a bravo soldier, but his eyes filled with tears as he picked up from the ground the beautiful spray of apple-blossom that had been worn on the white breast

now stilled for everymore Very quickly the detectives came, and the whole ehaatly machinery of the law was set in force.

No one ever knew who first uttered the fatal words: "She must he guilty her shawl was in the dead woman's hand."

Several guests of her own sex, with some wome^-servants, sought Miss Vance. No one could tell in the afterdays who was the first to enter the room where the girl stood in her white dressing-robe, her hair falling like a vail over her, her face colorless as that of the dead woman's, a terrible fear in her eyes, her white lips dumb. She leaned back against the wall, with her hand held out, as though she would ward off some terrible blow, Who entered first, who said first that she was guilty, who revealed that she had said over and over again that she would slav Lady Fraser if she took her lover from her, who repeated the last words that she bad uttered in the ball-room when she hastened awav with the blue and white shawl around her Bhoulders, which was now clasped in the dead woman's hand, was never known.

The storm gathered, and the young girl stood there breasting it alone. Her own sex shrank from her with looks of scorn, with horror in their eyes, with fear in their faces. The room seemed full of whispers. "She is so young, said one could she be so cruel?" "She looks so fragile, remarked another "it is a wonder that she possessed the strength." "Hate is strong," was the answer "and she hated her rival because she was jealous of her."

And all the time they spoke these words, Hyacinth stood dumb and motionless, with unutterable woe in her white face. ,,

She jipver moved until, attracted by the crowd, Alan entered the room and saw her, the mark for all suspicion. She sprang to him, regardless of who saw or heard her she fiung hersell upon his breast she clasped her arms a "Oh, Alan, save me!—help me! Stnd them away they say I killed her!" And the words w-ileU ou in a voice that filled some of them witti

make no prayer I only say you must

answered with a low

moan. "I cannot get out ot the

must—I repeat that you must,

I have

looked

half

^He gathered her to him he kissed the sweet, despairing face. "No one shall say so, my darling,

No one think*

will take you away. ., you did it it is womens foolish talk You shall go home Leave the room," he and women-servants who had gathered there. "Hvacinth, get ready to return toTour father. I will stand outside here at the door, and see that ni one molests you."

dreeC id

c-f

raised one white,

cold hand to his W andkigpgri eet "My darlinfc" hg^flSwingly take the ^S^SMliboay park, 'lv. "Blackstone Re^f™"^ff ieved a glorious vic» lorse Blues," telegra-

Bat

F, Malott, umpire. the printers h#d anwhicli the score stood

She was not long, however, before she was ready bnt, when Alan led her from the room, he was stopped by a stern- faced officer of the law. "That lady cannot leave the house, sir. Ehave a warrant for her apprehension for the murder of Lady Fraser." "You are mad," said Alan, rather, those who granted such a warrantare mad.''

The officer was immovable. "Iam very sorry, sir I must ob§y orders. The lady cannot leave this house. When* she does, it will be to go to Ulverston jail."

Those who saw the scene that followed will never forget it. The officer produced the warrant for Hyacinths apprehension—he had ridden to the nearest magistrate for it and the girl, her fair young face as white as death, clung to her lover, crying out that he must save her. Alan, mad with shame and despair, sent for Lady Rosedene, who came with Colonel Halle. "You cannot allow such an injustice as this," he said "it is too cruel! This young lady is under your care, Lady Rosedene. They shall trample my dead body under foot before they touch her!"

A voice arose from the crowd of women: "She killed Lady Fraser because she was jealous of her!"

When Alan Branston heard the words, they smote him like a sword. The arm that had gathered her closely to him fell by his side. She raised her despairing eyes to his face. "Oh, my love, my love!" she cried "surely, if all the world fails me, you will not?"

Lady Rosedene's words bore fatal witness against her young visitor. "I never thought you meant it, Hyacinth," she said "although I believe she drove you mad with jealousy." "I may have been mad replied the

firl,

calmly—"I do not remember what said but I take heaven to witness that I never injured Lady Fraser. "If you are innocent," said Colonel Halle, "you will be able to prove it at the right time and in the right place." He, for one, evidently believed in the girl's guilt.

The terrible scene was shortened by Colonel Halle. Under some pretext he drew Alan away, and during his ab-

Bcence

Hyacinth Vane was removed

under the charge of the police officer, the details of the terrible tragedy at Dene Hall were soon known all over the land. The newspapers discussed it fullv every illustrated paper had a view of Dene Hall every variety of style was used in describing the tragedy—the pathetic, the sentimental, the monitory but one^ and all of the writers agreed that it was the most awful crime of modern times. How greedily people read the story of the handsome young squire, who had so truly loved the young girl, although, manlike, he had thought it no treason to flirt with another woman. How they wondered about the young girl, who was said to have had the face of a goddess. How they talked of the brilliant woman who had tried to lure the young lover away.

It was the old

Btory,

jealousy,

they said—love,

and madness. Noone seemed

to doubt Hyacinth's guilt—she must have done the deed. So the public read and talked, while at Dene Hall the dreary tragedy moved on. There was an inquest, and the verdict was "willful murder." Then most of the visitors left Dene Hall. Colonel Halle, at Lady Rosedene's request, remained.

The saddest part of the tragedy was to come. Alan Branston determined that Francis Vane should not hear the intelligence from anyone but himself, and he went over to see him. He lived out of the world, this scholar who had been so true to one love but the moment his eyes fell on the young 'squire's face, he cried out: "There is something wrong with my daughter!"

Alan tried to tell him gently,to break the news to him softly but from the first moment in which he clearly understood there was death in his face. He spoke at last, but his wordB were

"My daughter is in prison, you tell me, charged with the murder of the woman of whojp you made her jeal-

Alas, it is so!" said Alan. "I would rather be dead myself than telling this to you." "And were I in your place I would rather be dead than saying it."

The tragedy leard

CIIAPTER XVI.

Hyacinth Vane's trial, while it lasted, occupied the attention of all England there had been no such sensation for years. There had been cases of poisoning and horrible murders, but nothing like this—a young and beautiful girl in her jealousy had slain the woman she believed to be her rival.

It was a trial that had been expected for many months but the prisoner had been seriously ill, and it had been delayed until she was well enough to appear at the bar of justice.

The March asizes at Ulverston were the general subject of conversation every one was on the alert. The grand jury found a true bill, and Hyacinth Vane was to be tried for her life for the willful murder of Lady Fraser.

Hyacinth's father was dead, and, but for Alan, she would have lavished his whole wealth in her defense. He employed the cleverest and most eloquent counsel he left no stone unturned he wore himself to a shadow in his efforts —but circumstantial evidence was too strong for him.

The day of the trial came, and from all parts of England people went to see the heroine of the Dene Hall tragedy. There had been nothing like the excitement for years.

The evidence against the prisoner was strong. Ladies of unimpeachable veracity came forward and said that they had heard the prisoner threaten that she would slay tne deceased if she took her lover from her and those words, spoken by the girl in the mad frenzy of jealousy, meaning nothing then, had a very different and far more horrible sound when repeated in a court of justice. She had been heard to threaten Lady Fraser. A dozen witnesses could s^rear to the ill-feel-ing there was between the two. On the night of the murder they had quarreled Hyacinth had been heard to say that she would kill her rival if she took her lover from her. It was next proved that after those few sharp words Hyacinth left the ball-room with the blue and white shawl aroqnd her shoulders the same shawl was found clinched in the dead woman's hands, and fastened to it was one of the blue corn-flowers

Miss Vane had worn.

The evidence was strong no one else had even a faint dislike to the hapless lady. The crime had not been committed for booty her jewelry was lying about, but not even a ring had been touched. There was no possible motive to be assigned save there was no one jealous bat "Vane. The evidence as to the shawl found in the murdered woman's hands proved that

Hyacinth

Vane must have

been with her when she died therefore she must have killed her. So argued the prosecution so thought the jury and in defense what was there to be said? Most eloquent appeals were made by the clever counsel employed. They spoke of the prisoner's youth and beauty, they tried to show how impossible it was that a girl so young, so fragile, so weak, could have been guilty of so gross a crime. They made the most of one point—the absence of a weapon; but from the first, it was evident that the trial was going against her. Perhaps her youth and beauty, instead of pleading for her, were against her. The jury had to steel themselves.

The evidence had told Mdnat hen ope could read it in the facea of fee jurymen, which grew grayer and sad uPS® _der—in the face of the jndoe. bbath and ^teqJ Abe Qarver, of ^ashjngtqn county, Kansas, is rusticating a few daV? nj yiCfnity with his lather and other

the weeping eyes of women bent brows of stern men. The time come when the short sunshine of the March day was over, and a dull yellow light filled the courtwhen the jury went- out to consider their verdict, and the prisoner, white and cold as death, was lead from the dock. The jury were absent for more than an honr, and when they returned it was to a scene no one ever forgot. Through the large windows could be seen the darkening sky, and the hoarse murmur of the crowd surroundin the court could be plainly heard. Tier after tier of eager faces was lifted, all eyes were bent in one direction. The gas bad been lifted, and threw a curious livid hue on the hundreds of assembled faces. The one object of interest was the tall, slender figure of the young girl. She stood quite erect, her hands clasped, her fair, sweet face white as snow, her blue eyes lowered and drenched with tears, her lips closed like the bud of a white flowersurely the most pitiful figure ever seen on earth.

Women told each other afterwards of the brave young lover who would not leave her, who watched every movement of the wLite hands, every expression of the white face, who listened attentively to every word for and agaiEst her, who sent little notes to her counsel, and looked as though he could annihilate every witness whose evidence told ever so slightly against her.

The sweet* face grew even whiter when the jury returned the girl's hand's trembled, her blue eyes turned with a wistful, helpless look to the squire's handsome face. "How say you, gentlemen' of the jury—do you find the prisoner guilty or not guilty?"

There was a moment's silence one might have heard a pin drop in the whole of that crowdea court there was not a sound. "Guilty!" was the word that fell like a death-knell—and the eager expectation gave way to a murmur of dismay. "Innocent, I sav, and I will prove it!" cried the young squire.

And, looking at his troubled face, the judge refrained from rebuke. He passed sentence of death on her, while women wept and men Bhuddered. Death for that fair young girl, with the angelic face—death for that fair, delicate body—it was too terrible.

It was over at last. The warders carried the prisoner away, as one already senseless or dead. No one interfered when the lover who loved her so well bent down and kissed the sweet, silent face no one rebuked him—there was deepest pity for him.

As the audience broke up, different groups discussing the verdict. Slowly enough they gave their opinion—she must be guilty no one else could have done it yet how angelic she looked, and how dearly the squire loved her!

Slowly the miserable March day ended and the next day it was known all over the country that Hyacinth Vane had been found guilty and sentenced to death.

A petition was drawn up and numerously signed, praying that, because she was so young, and the evidence against her all circumstantial, the sentence might be commuted but the home secretary, who had not seen the fair face and the blue eyes drowned in tears, saw no cause for interference, and the law was to take its course.

What those days spent in the dreary solitude of the condemned cell were for the hapless girl, no one ever knew. The only grace that she obtained was permission from the governor to have pens, ink, and paper. She wrote all that she thought and felt. She kept those papers until she died and she called them

A DREAM OF THE SCAFFOLD.

Some one has been into my cell and tells me that I may have pens and ink, that I may write all I think and feel and my thoughts go first of all to my home.

There was a large bed of white hyacinths in the dear old garden at home they were my mother's pride. When any one came to see her, in the warm, beautiful spring time, she would say to them, "Have you seen my hyacinths?" and then show them with such gentle pride. When she lay dying, with the light of the western sun on her face, they laid me in her arms. She could not see me for the

miBt

was deepened when

people heard that Francis Vane, scholar and gentleman, was found dead on his wife's grave. There was a smile on his face when they raised him, as though he knew the truth.

before her eyes. "You would like to kiss the baby those about her said, and the sweet soul smiled, and would not tell her that the light had gone from her eyes.

She felt with her white, dying hand for the little face, and then said, with a smile:

My dear little baby! Francis, I should like her to be called 'Hyacinth,' after my favorite flowers."

My father promised that it should be do and I was named Hyacinths Vane. Yes, I—Hyacinth Vane, condemned to die to-morrow—I was a little baby once, with my golden head nestling on my mother's breast, with my soft pink cheek warmed by my mother's dying kiss.

ronton

I am to die to-morrow. To die! Oh, Heaven, what do the words mean I raised my hands and looked at them they are white and warm. The warm blood courses through them. Is it possible that to-morrow they will be whiter still—cold and motionless? How can I die to-morrow, when to-day I am full of warm life?

The sunrises in the east, and touches the left side of the wall of my cell at night it touches the right. Now it is between the two. The golden sunlight creeps so slowly along the wall. When it comes round here to-morrow I shall be dead. Oh, stop, golded sun, while I think what that means! I shall be dead—my eyes will see no more, my ears will be closed, and my lips dumb. I shall lie cold and still but where shall I be?—the "I" who thinks, speaks, feels, and suffers? A cold white body will be somewhere within the prison wails, but that will not be I.

I am to die to morrow. I ain nineteen years old—a girl, young and innocent, lying in Ulverston jail, condemned to death—found guilty of murder, and fenced to be hung by the neck unti. 1 am dead. I remember the crowded court, the sea of faces, the hum of voices, the glare of the sun, the stirring of the vast crowd, the deadly silence that reigned while the judge pulled on that terrible cap, and said, hung by the neck until you are dead: and may the Lord have mercy on your soul!"

There was a stir, an excitement. One lady, who had watched the trial intently, suddenly gave an hysterical cry: "She is so young! Is there no mercy for her?"

I heard murmurs all round me—I saw tears on many faces but I did not think of myself. It was to me as though another girl stood in the dock, and I was so sorry for her. My mind dwelt on those words, "May the Lord have mercy on your soul. If those wise and learnea men wanted me to save my soul, why do they hurry me out of the world? Why not let me live to do it?

Slowly the golden light is changing on the wall when it reaches the end of tne window, the sun will set—when it sets to-morrow night I shall be beyond it. I kneel by the side of my little pallet, and I pray that my fair young mother may never know that her white Hyacinth was accused of murder.

Ilowly the Bun rays are creeping along before the terrible darkness of night comes— the darkness that for me knows no second dawn. [To be Continued in the Sunday Express.]

Translated from the Omnibus: A farmer maiden comes to the village pastor: Pastor—"What is your name, then?" Farmer Maiden—'''Know you me, then, not more, Mr. Pastor? Why you christened me!"

American newspapers quoting Burns'

poetry

thatlie knew nothing.of the American language. Foreigners are getting nearly all the American heiresses. A handsome American colonel, judge or mayor seems to have no showing where there ugly foreign earl or baron or

THE nmttP. HAUTE EXPB^ BPNDAY MQENtNO, SEPTEMBER 8,188a

£1 ELD, FOBT AND FLEET.

The' Capture of Port Hudson—' Bloody Assault and Terrific, Bombardment.

The Haws From Tlekabarg

M. Quad In Detroit Free Press. Port Hudson is on a high bluff on the east bank of the Mississippi. Ten years ago it was in a sharp bend of the stream. To-day it is virtually an inland town. Where the Federal gunboats found twenty feet of water in the last days of the war, one now finds marsh and bog.

To hold Vicksburg it was found necessary to hold Port Hudson. Pemberton provisioned both for a siege, and the earthworks at the latter place were in some respects stronger than at Vicksburg., J-

The investment of Port Hudson was deemed complete on May 24,1863. Banks was up with his whole army, and Farragut's fleet of ten vessels had taken positions from which they could pitch shot and shell into the Confederate fortifications.

Qen. Gardner, the Confederate commander, had that same personal determination which characterized Pemberton, and when the Federal army and navy approached the defenses were complete, the place provisioned and the garrison in good spirits.

From the 24th to the 27th the Federal fleet maintained an almost continuous bombardment, and from the 11th or 12th to the same date, there was wore or less skirmishing between the infantry.

On the 27th a hot fire was opened on the Confederate works from every piece of Federal artillery which could be brought to bear, whether on lind or water. This was a prelude to a general assault. Banks reasoned the same as Grant. An assault before the Confederates had time to settle down for a siege was more likely to break through the lines. After the artillery fire had continued for several hours the Federal right advanced. Banks contended that his orders were for both wings and center to advance at the same time, but through some misunderstanding only the right moved out. The Confederates were posted on strongground and behind fieldworks, and where breastworks were not otherwise defended an abattis had been provided. The Federal advance was obstructed by swamp, thicket, ravine and creek, and every foot of ground was hotly contested. For three or four hours the right of Banks was in a situation to be opposed by the entire Confederate army, and its advance had been checked when the left and center finally moved up and assaulted.

HOLDING THE FIELD-WORKS.

The orders from General Gardner were to hold the field-works at every cost, and they were closely obeyed. At Vicksburg every yard of the lines had to be approached by direct assault. At Port Hudson certain positions could be, and were, flanked and taken, but aways at terrible cost. Confederates lying safely behind earthworks coolly waited until the assaulting column reached the abattis, and then each man had only to select his target. Again, when the colored troops charged upon the batteries, flanked by rifle pits and supported by choice troops, companies were cutto pieces at a single volley.

To show you what cool and desperate fighting was," says a Confederate, "I had at least twenty-five shots at Federals not over 200 feet away. In one instance I fired upon a Federal lieutenant who was entouraging his men to tear away the abattis. I wounded him in the left arm. He fired at me with his revolver and sent a bullet through my cap. Next time I hit him in the hip and he fell, but while 1 was reloading he raised himself up and shot the man next to me on the left through the head. The officer was so close to me that I could tell the color of his eyes and detect a small scar on his face. After the fight I saw him taken away by the Federals to be buried, and he had been struck by seven or eight bullets. One negro who escaped the volley that shattered his command drove right in among us at charge bayonets, and he not only refused to surrender but pricked two of our men and broke his gun over the head of a third before we downed him."

THE FLEET.

As the Federal left and center moved to the attack, Farragut redoubled his fire against the river side of the main fortifications. One to listen to such a bombardment as he gave to Port Hudson would feel obliged to believe that walls of earth thirty feet thick must be battered down, and that troops in garrison would be blotted out to the last

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forth anew engine of destruction, another military genius brings forth a defense to offset it. Walls of earth render shot and shell less dangerous than bullets. Bomb-proofs offset the work of mortars. And so it was that although Farragut pitched his heaviest missiles into the works, and seemed to be wiping them off the face of the earth, the damage inflicted was trifling. A gun or two was dismounted, half a dozen men killed or wound.d, and the works needed slight repairs. It is the bullet which tells in war. It seeks its target on the picket post—on the skirmish line—on the raid—along the rifle-pits and breastworks. The musket never silent. It is a slow «mcer eating away at the life of an enemy. It seeks him out in the ravine—it discovers him in the thicket—it gives him no rest on the plain. Artillery roars and flashes, and its missiles scream and terrify, but the ponderous shot falls wide of the target or digs its own grave in the soil.

Step by step the Confederates were forced back, and as night came the entire garrison was within the defenses proper. Every field defense had been captured, and the Federal army had won a victory. In the excitement of the last charge the front lines were carried almost to the ditches, and desperate individuals even crossed them and were killed as they pulled themselves up the slopes. Banks was too strong for Gardner in the field. Now it was to be shown that Gardner, driven within his shell, was too strong for Banks. He had the short line, ana an assault upon his interior works meant repulse every time. He proved this before dark by a sally and an artillery fire which caught the Federal left wing in flank and whirled it back a mile.

A SECOND A8SAULT.

From the 27th of May to the 11th of June Banks was preparing for a siege or continuing a siege practically begun with his first assault Day after day and night after night Port Hudson was under the fire of fleets and land force, and so close was the investment that only one courier out of seven sent out passed the Federal lines, and he with a bullet in his shoulder. Says a member of the garrison: '•One can get used to almost anything. After the first two or three days we took the bombardment as a part of the regular routine. Pieces of shell were continually flying about, and it was the regular thing for a bomb to drop down amongst us at intervals. I have seen them come down within twenty feet of a sentinel and throw up a wagon load of dirt without his even turning his head. We had but few men hurt by the artillery fire. I do not believe we averaged one. man hit for every thousand pounds of metal thrown. I remember that I one day OQuated thirteen sheila and bomba

hurled at the spot where was posted before we had a man hurt, and he was only slightly wounded. On the contrary oar best marksmen were called to tne front as sharpshooters, and have known one man to kill or disable four or five Federals without having wasted a bullet I would sooner be penned up in a fort and bombarded than to stand vidette.1

Banks determined upon a second assault in order to intrench himself nearer the Confederate works and be able to sap and mine. The enterprise was kept a profound secret in order that the attack might be a surprise, and when at one o'clock in the morning, the various troops were quietly roused out of their sleep, and preparations entered into for the assault, but few suspected what was to come.

The assault was made just as night was giving way to daybreak, ana it caught hundreds of Confederates sound asleep. For the firat quarter of an hour success seemed certain, but then the works were fully manned and such squads of Federals as had entered them were made prisoners or wiped out There were mutterings about mistakes and blunders and delays in bringing forward supports, but no charges were never made, and no one was officially censured.

A THIBD ASSAULT. ..•• I"5?"'

Banks had been censured for the third assault made upon the 14th. Events proved that he had no accurate knowledge of the ground along most of his front, and that he was greatly.deceived in his estimate of the strength of the Confederate works. His defenders, however, point to Grant's approval of the course taken. The preparations necessary for a general assault betrayed the movements to the Confederates, and when the blow came they were prepared for it. le plan of assault was carefully arranged and all the details sharply looked to. There was not a regiment or command which did not understand exactly what would be expected of it under all circumstances.

The point selected for the attack was an angle nearest the Federal lines. The approach to it was sheltered to a point within about 800 yards, and the plan was for a sudden dash across the open ground. When the time came for this the ground was found to be broken and rocks, full of holes and ravines, and much fthe surface covered with creeping blackberry vines. The plan called for an assault to the right and left of the angle as well, but success was expected only in the center. Acting under the belief that the ditches[could be gained,without trouble, a regiment was detailed to carry bags of cotton to fill them up and make a way over. Another was supplied with hand grenades to be thrown over the parapet, and two or three others were to act as" sharp-shooters and prevent t.he Confederate artillerists from working their guns.

THE RUSH.

"We were called up about 2 o'clock in the morning to make ready for the expected attack," explained the Confederate officer. "We knew the point aimed at, and long enough before a move was made we were ready for it."

The Federals found this to be the case when they broke cover in the gray of morn and rushed to the assault. A desolating fire was opened as soon as the first men appeared in sight, and this action resulted in more or less confusion. More than half the skirmishers were wiped out as they went forward at a run, and -when the columns came up it was rendered plain in a moment that success was out of the question. The ditches were deeper than anticipated, and not more than two-thirds of the hand grenades were brought up. Of those thrown not one in ten exploded as desired. The Confederate officer quoted above said of the rush: "They were brave men to come on as they did. They must have realized that it was death to rush at the angle, prepared as we were, and yet they pressed forward without urging. Such of the hand-grenades as came into our works were picked up and tossed back, and I believe they created as much destruction as our bullets. The Federals seemed to have reasoned that once in the ditches they would be safe, but we had prepared them with a view of an enfilating fire, and it was a slaughter pen for such as took up the position."

DRIVEN BACK.

There" was desperate fighting before the Federals would give back. The attacks to right and left met with the same obstinate resistance, and at length the fight ended in the repulse of the assailants. The Federal lines had been advanced, but that advantage was offset by the slaughter of nearly a thousand men.

On the right and left center the ground was open, and after the fight the wounded man who raised a hand was sure to receive a bullet. Indeed, many of them were killed where they lay, and some were almoBt riddled. Those laying in the old cotton field were forced to remain on their backs in the broiling hot sun for seven or eight hours, the bullets plowing the earth around them and their sufferings so great that numbers of them, rendered frantic, rose to their feet and were shot down. Every wounded man who lay there was fly-blown, and when darkness came there waB no attempt to remove any but those nearest the Federal lines. During .the first night the Confederates could not sleep for the wails and groans of the badly wounded still ly-, ing there. At the end of the third day, the dead still covering the ground, General Gardner asked Banks to remove them. Banks passed the matter over to Augur, and Augur carried away nearly 300. half-putrid bodies At other points the bodies of Federal soldiers remained where they fell, and were buried only after the surrender. Attempts have been made to excuse this horrible neglect on the grounds that the Confederates maintained a malicious fire across the fields where the dead and wounded lay, but it will be remembered that it was General Gardner who sent the first request that the victims should be taken care of.

THE END.

The third assault was the last made. Banks was now satisfied that Port Hudson would yield only to a siege, and he erected new batteries and began a steady pounding away which had its expected results. He put hit miners and sappers at work as well, turned apart of his army into sharpshooters, and long enough before JuJy was usheied in General Gardner's situation was worse than Pemberton's. in the last days of June rational became scarce, and mule-meat aud rat-soup were luxuries. The fire of the fleet had dismounted gun after gun, and the supply of ammunition for all arm3 had run so low that one could figure tb' t' certainty when the last round would be fired. By the first of July the Fed eral works were not above twenty feet away at some points, and lighted shells were tossed from either side by hand. Mining and countermining were going on, ana sorties by small bands of desperate men were ot frequent occurrence.

Gardner, like Pemberton, was holdout in hopes of some movement by Johnston or Taylor, but it was a vain hope. On the night of the 7th news was received of the surrender of Vicksburg. This was the death blow to Gardner's hopes, and on the 9th a full surrender was made, and Port Hudson occupied by the Federals.

Bcanty Thrown In.

Boston Transcript. "Get mean Indian to paddle?"asked a lady whose daughters were urging her into a canoe, addressing a white boatman standing by. "Yes'm," was the civil response "I'll get you that tall, good-looking one you see over there. "I don't care about his looks," said madam, with cold hauteur "what I want is Indian skill." "Jes so, marm," answered the conciliatory Brother Jonathan: "and thar you hev •kill, with looks and eddication throwed in. His folks is mighty likely folksfor T««giM, and you'll find, mai thatfellow me."

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ANECDOTES OF SOLDIERS.

Bow "Uttle Cotter" Convinced His Comrades that He was no Sknlker. Chicago Inter Ocean.

A short, little, square-built, darkskinned, twinkling-eyed young fellow was known the regiment over as "Little Potter." The name came from his trade before war times, and from the fact that he was always talking shop and examining clays with the enthusiasm of a geologist. He had the faculty of becoming interested in anything any other man was doing. Standing near the picket fire, though uncomfortable himself, be could always suggest a way in which to make the coffee boil, and would gather up splinters and and chips and pile under or about the little kettle with the keenest enjoyment, although the coffee belonged to the most taciturn man in the company. He showed this kindly interest in every man's affairs, and of course was universally liked. At Shiloh, in the midst of the second day's battle, Little Potter left the company to get water for himself and several companions. A quick change of position, a new line-of-battle formation took place after his departure, and Little Potter was seen no more for several days. After the rebels retreated he was discovered acting as a nurse at the brigade hospital. He couldn't find the regiment on his return, but found the hospital, and the division surgeon ordered him on duty, and, discovering his excellence as a nurse, would not let him return to the company. There was a quarrel between the captain and the surgeon, the former seeing Little Potter as a skulker and the latter see ing him as a useful man who had made a mistake through no fault of his own. The captain reported Potter absent without leave, and he was court-mar-tialed. The sentence was that he should forfeit six months'pay. The men' of the company were indignant, but Potter said nothing. The stoppage of six months' pay told sorely on him, but he weathered the storm and came out as serene as though he.had never been court-martialed.

Much clothing was lost atShiloh, and a list was made out of clothing lost in battle. The sergeant would ask: "Well, Blame, what did you lose at Shiloh?" Answer—"An overcoat and knapsack." "What did you lose at Shiloh, Potter?" With indescribable drollery Potter said, with a sort of lisp that was characteristic: "I lotht theventy-eight dollarth." This Was the only reference he made to the court martial and six months' pay until the morning of the terrible December 31, at Stone river. In the hurry of the company formation for battle Little Potter was the first man in place after the orderly, and, though the shortest man in the company, he held bis place there in face of the rule to the contrary. There was a sweeping charge. That company left their dead further to the frcnt than any other regiment in action that day. They were cruelly crushed, relentlessly driven. Little Potter was a giant in doing. He kept his place next to the orderly when the company was broken and scattered. With a precision that would under other circumstances have been droll, he formed on the orderly whenever a charge was made, and while it was every man for himself. As he was ramming home a load a ball struck him in the fleshy part of the leg, cutting a great gasli and tearing his clothes. He was advised to go to the rear. The reply was, "I will show them who is a coward." A shot struck him in the shoulder, and he became deadly pale. Still, with teeth and right hand, he managed to load his gun and fire. Another shot struck him in the thigh, and he fell.

He was dragged to a stump and placed so that the raking fire would not touch him. He deliberately crawled round and placed himself so as to face the rebels, and aa the company gave back in one of those almost hond-to-hand fights. Little Potter kissed his hand to the men nearest him and nestled down with a sigh of relief.

Days afterward the Sergeant found a pair of bright eyes glittering from festoons of white sheet in a hospital at Murfreesboro. They belonged to Little Potter, broken-legged, broken•armed, and bandaged. He could not move and could hardly speak. But as the tearful men bent over him he lisped: "We wakthd them, didn't we The rebels found him braced against the stump, punching at them with his gun held in one hand as thev ran by. He was taken to the hospital, and here, day after day, went his old comrades to see him. They did more they wrote to Gen. Rosecrans, telling him the simple story. They carried the letter along the red-tape line, from brigade head-quarters to division, from division to corps, from corps to army headquarters and returned with an order from Rosecrans himself directing that the six months' pay be restored to Little Potter, that all charges on the record be erased, and that an order complimenting his gallantry be read on dress parade, and that a copy be sent to the man who had behaved so nobly. The order was read on dress parade, and the document, with all its array of indorsements and Old Rosa's letter, were carried to Little Potter by men who could scarcely speak. He seemed like one transfigured as one of his old-time friends read and reread the ordei and letter. He had it held down to his eyes so he could see the red lines and official signatures. Then came his first tears. "Now, boys, I don't care to get well. It's all wiped out, ain't it? I was determined to get well to wipe it out. you.know. But now, torn up as I am, it is better to die." And next morning with the order and Old Rosa's letter on his breast, Little Potter died.

And still can we hear the grzzly old surgeon's words, as he came to the cot, "Dead Why—God bless the boy!"

we need his work, we go down with him and order some breakfast for him at the nearest restaurant. When he comes back he looks happier and better able to work. In the evening, when be goes to distribute his case, he recounts the history of his late places of employment. He knows the circulation and amount of business of every paper in the state, and just why the Dispatch suspended, and why the Advocate sold out t- the Courier. He is well acquainted vi»h the unknown editor of the Thunderer, and has friends on the editorial force of all the leading journals of the country. By and by he whistles low an air from the Italian opera, and in reply to a question answers with a Latin quotation. He stays with us a week, and we grow to like him more and more every day he has read everything from Shakespeare and Ruskin to Mark Twain and Bill Arp he knows more about our laws, national and state, than the best lawyer in the citv he is well acquainted with the life of every eminent person of his age, and is a perfect encyclopedia of current events. But we cannot afford to keep him any longer, so we pay him off, and again he starts on tnatlong road that leads—not to home for he has none not to the society of intelligent people like himself, for outside of the printing office he is unknown maybe back to night work on some city daily or, if too worn and old for that, a rapid descent from one country office to another, with whisky and laudanum for companions, to an unmarked grave by some lonely wayside.

GERMAN STUDENTS "MENSUR.'

How University Corps Slash Eacli Other with Swords. A Gottingen correspondent of the Baltimore Sun says: "The 'Landwehr' is one of a half-dozen restaurants to which Gottingers walk out pleasant afternoons, the gentlemen to drink beer and to smoke, the ladies to sip coffee and knit all to gossip. But what gives it notoriety is the fact that the students fight their 'mensurs' there. It is perhaps a mile from town, on the main highway of all the region. Today a corps from the University at Freiburg and another from Keil were pitting against each other there. There were three students on each side. Two of the combats came off this morning, and I went out this afternoon to see the third. As we approached within a few hundred yarda of the restaurant we see near the road a sentinel whom the students have posted. It sometimes occurs that the 'pedels' (in some respects a kind of university police) come down upon the combatants. The sentinel's business is to give warning of their approach, whereupon the belligerents vanish from the scene. But such interruptions are not frequent. Neither the universities nor the government make any serious attempts to suppress these combats.

On the one side of the road is the inn proper on the other is a low, long, unattractive house, in which occur the "mensurs."

Entering an ante-room, a servant takes in our cards. As we wait there is heard within the clash of steel. The combat is in progress. Being invited in, we take seats in the gallery among thirty or forty other spectators, mostly students. The room below, forty feet long by twenty broad, is furnished with a few plain tables and chairs. At one end is a counter from which beer and luncheon are served at the other are wash basins, towels, mirrors, &c. Here a student is, coat off, busy dressing the wounds of a combatant. In another part of the room another student is similarly employed. Sitting or standing, more or less in groups, are some forty students. They are members of the "corps." They talk, jest, laugh in undertones. Some smoke. Healths drank back and forth are acknowledged by bowing and the raising of caps. In the faces of these men are many scars, old, just healed, yet in bandages. One poor fellow in Particular has, we judge, a "sore lead," bandages so nearly envelop it that a little of his face alone is visible.

The physician sits or moves about with a coolness bordering on indifference. There is among the students themselves nota particle of excitement. But the combat is meanwhile going vigorously on. In the center of the room are chalks on the floor, two lines, about three feet apart. The combatants stand on these. Each wears a pair of stout metallic spectacle frames, as protection for the eyes. Around their necks are folded cloths, by way of protection. Thick padded aprons, which extend to the knees, make their breast secure from random strokes. They wear buckskin gloves on their right hands. These gloves have sleeves which extend to the shoulders, which are thickly padded. The left arm hangs inactive, and iB out of danger. The weapon is the "schlager," a straight, narrow, sharp, elastic blade of steel, about forty inches long. Its handle is provided with a frame which completely protects the hand.

The strokes are dealt from the wrist ont the rest of the arm is held motionless and

Btiff.

The Traveling Type-Setter. Palestine (Texas) Advocate. He walked silently in. We knew him the moment we raised our eyes and saw him standing there. In fact, we had been expecting him he nearly always comes when we are in just such a strait and needing him. He always wears the same style of clothes—coat of one kind and pants of another he hasn't any vest his shoes are worn out and run down at the heels, and his hat is battered and dusty. There are spots of ink about his shirt, which hangs over his waistband, and his new paper collar is the only fresh white thing about him, and it looks as though he had just put it on with soiled fingers. He is pale, weak-eyed and prematurely gray-haired he looks as though be had never known regular hours, either for eating or sleeping, and he must have come thousands of miles, and been coming ever since he was a boy. His starting point was so far away, and so long ago, that he has almost forgotten when or where it was but we have an idea that it must have been when his mother buttoned his little blue shirtband around his, boyish throat, put on his little white hat, and sent .him to work in the printing office. How proud he was when he went home that firat night and showed his new brass rule, and tells mother he had learned all the boxes, and has a free ticket to the circus next week, and the-editor gave him a big piece of wedding cake, apart of which he had brought home for the baby, and if he sets up a column in one day next week he can go fishing next Saturday. Yes, somewhere about there was the commencement of his long journey, and here he is now, perhaps two-thirds on the way. He asks: "What's the show for a sit?" We give hp a case, and by and by he aavs he feels faint, and asks if we can't lend him a quarter, he hasn't had any breakfast yet. We know his weakness, and as

The combatants do

not move during the making of passes out of their tracks. The seconds. likewise provided with "schlagers, stand at the left of the principals. "Sie liegen aus" (they are ready), crieB the other. "Los, the first. At these words the combatants fall a-slashing. Halts are called after every five or six passes the seconds catch with their "schlagers" any blows that may fall after the halt is commanded. The wounds are examined, the "needles" are counted by the judges, whereupon a few more passes are made, &c. Pauses of several minutes' duration were frequently reuested by the seconds, and obtained. uring these stops, no matter how short, the arms of the combatants were supported by some one. By "needles" is meant the number of stitches necessary to close up the wounds. The larger the number of "needles" inflicted the greater the glory. A "mensur" iB continued until the time agreed upon is filled, or until one of the combatants is disabled. Only the time during which passes are being made is taken into account. In this sense a "men8iir" lasts from fifteen to twenty minutes. "The object of the antagonists is to inflict on one another the largest possible number of 'needles.' How well they succeeded is shown by the locks of hair which are made to fly as well as by the blood which trickles down their cheeks and drops upon their breasts. The floor under their feet is smeared with blood. The contest continues longer than an hour. At its close there is no semblance of exultation. One of the belligerants is taken in charge by the physician. The other lights a cigar, seats himself with

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friends at a table and waits until the surgeon can attend to his 'marks of honor.'"

Such is the "inensur." It is pecul iar to German students no other class of German society engages in these contests, so far as I am aware.

During a discussion of the "mensur" by an assembly of lawyers in Berlin a short while ago the fact was brought out that in the years 1825-'78 there were fought in eighteen German universities 180,000 of these contests. Twenty-five deaths resulted therefrom Of these twenty-five it was asserted that the majority were the consequence not of the wounds received, but of their careless treatment. The wounds are generally mere flesh cuts inflicted on top of the head, on the forehead or principally on the left cheek. These scarred visages have been compared .to maps—maps of Germany would be more precise.

The hatter gets a dollar by making hat brim straight The following aeason he gets another dollar for turn the brim op. The next season he another dollar for turning the down. Hat-making is an arduooalwiasM,

CONFESSIONS OF A GAH&LEB.

Methods of Protecting the Bank and of Fleeclhg Innocent Players. Pittsburg Commercial Oasette. "What are the chances against a player in a square game of faro?" the reporter asked of an old gambler who stood on Smithfield street lamenting the restrictions that were placed, oh Jr'his business by the Pittsburg police. "Against a sucker—a 'producer,' r* mean inquired the gambler. "I mean the clerk or merchant that dnips in to tackle the game," said the T. reporter.

Well, that's what we call the 'pro-- •. ducer,'" the sport explained, and then went on: "That's the class that produces the wealth that makes gambling c" a business. It is the producer's money that keeps the game going. The 3 chances he has of winning, with nothing against him, and if he hasn't got ae.1* system, and isn't betting high, are about' one out of two, or, maybe, two 'M out of five that is he will lose in twoi",fc out of three or in three out of fiveplayB against the bank, and no matter how often he wins he is sure to be a dead loser in the end. If he plays big, and has a system the ^dealer soon gets'

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it. If he is stuck on a card or plays 'three on a side,' or 'odd and even'or'both ends against the middie,' it will take the dealer no time to® find it out, and as it is his duty to protect the bank, he will shuffle the cards so as to lay the player out cold. The player generally sticks to his system" and has no chance. If there area number of persons playing, of course it is difficult for the dealer to handle 5 the cards in this way, but often the numerous players seen at a table are-'1 staked players, who are playing withv the bank's money, and of whom tbefj dealer takeB no notice, as it makes no 1 difference whether they win or not, so. his whole attention can be given to the A producer. In nearly every bank theyA have a lot of cappers hanging around, and when a producer cornea in they41 are 'staked' to start the game. j"The dealer has another trick," the sport continued, "that we call 'taking the card by the ear.' If the player is a 'high roller,' that is a big better, and has a favorite card, it may lose for him all the time. In that case the dealer 4 puts it on its proper pile, but if the player is winning, the dealer will throw this card down carelessly, BO that it doesn't lay squarelv on the pile. Pretending to straighten them up, he will slip the card under the pile, and 4 then shuffle them so that in the next deal the players' chances are to lose if the player wins again, the dealer will again take the card by the ear. These things cannot be done where '„J there area number of genuine players, for in that case it makes little difference to the bank who wins or looses, the players playing each other's money and the bank having the benefit of the split." ,.| "And this iB what you call a square game?" "Why, of course all this is done merely to protect the bank, which must have some protection. In a brace game the player stands no more show of winning than he does of swallowing a lightning rod. In the square game there is some show for him. But every player has his system with which he expects to break the bank, and he' finds out in the end the truth of the saying that there never was a system with which the dealer couldn't beat. These things are necessary, as I said, to protect the hank. It is often subject to losses by shoe-Btring players, who, being deeply in debt, manage to get hold of a few dollars and, having nothing much to lose, conclude to tiy their luck. Sometimes a fellow wins $600 or $700 off a 'shoe-Btring,' as we call a small stake, goes out and pays his debts and that's the last the bank sees of the money. The chances are if he has $5 or $10 left he'll come back, and, if luck is still with him, may win a few more hundred. But talk about it as you may, faro is the fairest and squarest game, and if a man must gamble I'd advtnn him to tackle nothing "Can't faro be beaten "Not unless you play a limitless: ame and have a mint of money to do it with. If a bank has $2,000 you can bet $2,000 on a card, and if it wins the. bank is busted and there's an end of it. If you lose you have to keep ,orf doubling your Dets until you do Win, when, of course, the desired end is accomplished. But every bank has its limit, and when you get to it you've got to stay there. The fact that few gamblers have money shows which way the wind blows. It's rare one dies rich. The banks make the money, the 'producer' furnishes and the professional sport kind of hangs in between the two until women or whisky brings him to his grave."

It Was All Right.

Wall Street News.

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Ben Butler's Religion I have nothing to do with religious creeds or religious beliefs upon nonessentials. Brought up in a Baptist college, it never yet seemed to me that it was of any consequence what amount of water was used to give the-sign of -4 the living soul that it belonged to Christ. Afterward, struck with the beauty of the liturgy and litany of the Episcopal church in its rhythmic flow, almost in numbers, satisfied with the Apostles' creed, and fully content to wind up the morning's devotion with the prayer of St. Chrysostom, "Oh, Lord, listen to our petitions, as they are most convenient for us," certain that will be done, I became a member 7 of an Episcopalian congregation. But there are some things, my young friends, as you go forth into the world, vtbat.you must never lose hold of, for if you do there is no place where you can stop. He, in my judgment, whoclaims to believe that the Scriptures are the word of God, and the New Testament is the history of the life of His son, and then does not believe that son is divine, has given up the whole case, and he has but one step further to take to deism, and then but a single step to atheism and the denying of the existence of God at all. I can not talk to you like a clergyman, but I have some ideas of my old soldier life, and upon this question I say to you: "Stand to your guns. Don't give up the ship." This was the doctrine on which your fathers reared these walls. They put no restrictions upon you, gentlemen of the trustees, because it never occnrred to them that Massachusetts could swerve from these doctrines, and Massachusetts by the bulk of a majority of her people, can never do so, and these doctrines and fundamental provisions, I trust, will always be taught in this, our beloved, steadfast, firm and Christian alma mater.

A man who was looking through a second-hand store in Brooklyn, with a view of finding a bedstead to suit him,. finally examined one and asked: "Are you sure there are no bugs in this?". "Bugs! Why dot pedstead was oudt of my own family I We got it vhen my brudder Moses vhas here, and now. he has gone away I sell it for half price." "Say, I believe it b?." bad bugs in. .i "Ompossible.'my friendt. i»iy wife "."fj vhas so neat dot if she knew of such/ tings in der house she go grazy." "And I'l be hanged if here isn t^ proof!" exclaimed the customer, as he pointed to an unimpeachable, evi-, dence." "Vhell! vhell!"

The customer was going out with a heartbroken look on his face, when the other detained him, and said *'Dot's all right after alL Ef you puy dot pedstead you know you have bugs from a respectable family 1 Moses vhos head clerk in Rochester, and yon know I vhos here twenty-seyen yeara in]

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