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.Excursion Katws, Atlanta Exposition.

Round trip ticket to Atlanta, Ga.,'account the Exposition now on sale via Pennsylvania Lines at reduced rates. Persons contemplating -a trip to the South during the coming fall and winter will find it profitable to apply to ticket agents of the Pennsylvania Lines for detailB. The perom to see at Greenfield is Ticket Agent W. H. Scott

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TUESDAY, DEC. 10, 1895.

THE weather is now so cold that the dirt thrown from the sewer freezes and cannot near all be put back. It would certainly be tbe best thing for the Council to stop Avork on the sewer until in the spring, as West Main street would be literally ruined and cost thousands of dollars to repair. There is no crying need for the sewer now as very few people would avail themselves of its privileges until spring anyway. Don't ruin the streets.

"THE ORDER OF LINCOLN" is a new order just organized last month at Indianapolis. It lu.s a number of worthy objects, such as lo acquire the owneri-hip of all places and articles of special interest in tbe life of Lincoln, to erect and care for monuments, to teach the lessons of patriotism which Lincoln's li'e taught to honor his memory aud draw inspiration as Americans from his service as a statesman patriot and man. With malice toward none, with charity for all. The Supreme officers and offices are lo cated in Indianapolis, Supreme President i* (Jen. Jas. R. Caruaiia^n. While the order is no doubt, a worthy one, there are so many orders that a new one, however, worthy, will have hard work to get a large membership. Lincoln was a great, a grand and a good man whose memory should «ver be cherished and honored by Americans

The December Cosmopolitan.

Two very important facts in connection with the new era of magazines are illustrated in the December Cosmopolitan Its Action is by Stevenson, the last story wiitten before his death, "Ouida," Sarah Grand, Zangwill, and the beginning -of James Lane Allen's new Kentucky realistic story, "Butterflies." Probably no stronger array of fiction has ever been presented in any magazine—money could not buy better. Nor has any magazine ever had a larger number of really distinguished artists engaged upon theillustration of a single number. The reader might be puzzled to know how such a number can be made at the price«of ten cents. But the magazine itself affords the solution. It contains 13d pages of advertising, which, as the publishers announce, is from $!,000to $8,000 more net cash advertising than was ever before printed in any magazine, of any kind, and in any country. It breaks the worlds recoi din the publishing business. Moreover, the cost of the artists and authors who appear in this number? is divided amongst 400,000 copies, bringing the cost per copy proportionately low. The Cosmopolitan thinks that the ten cent magazine, bringing, as it does, the best in art and literature into all classes, is an educational movement second in importance oly to that of the public schools.

THE TATTLER.

Miss Mario Hewitt of the class of '98 is the new loader of the College Glee club of Vassar.

Mrs. Cleveland and the children have gone to Woodley, where they will remain until Christmas.

Tho oditor in chief of Woman, a Richmond monthly, is Mrs. N. A. Jackson, the widow of General Stonewall Jackson.

Tho senior medicos of Michigan university have elected a Chinese girl, Miss May Stone, otherwise known as Meiyi Shei, as their secretary.

Tho wife of the famous pianist Thalberg died recently at Naples, aged 84. She did not enjoy music, and when ho played she fled to another room.

Rachel Elam, who lately died in Chicago, had lived in that city for over 00 years. Fifty years ago she had advocated the flying of flags over sclioolhouses.

Mrs. Addis, the mother of Lady Sholto Douglas, is at present assisting tho police at Oakland, Gal., in the capacity of spy against saloon keepers who sell liquor without a license.

There are threo women preachers in Belfast, Me.—Miss Kingsbury, pastor of tho Univorsalist church Miss King of tho Church of the Advent and Miss Mclntyro of the Church of God.

Miss Edith Morton founded the free library in Rhinccliff, N. Y., and recently Mrs. Levi P. Morton opened Ellorslio for a loan exhibition to advance the interests of her daughter's enterprise.

Mrs. Lillie Pardee, who is a candidato for stato senator in Utah, is 30 years old, a teaclior of Latin and Greek and wife of a Salt Lake lawyer. Sho is a Republican and says sho is sure of election.

Ex-Empress Eugenie lias the smallest feet among tho distinguished women of Europe. When her white satin shoes were sent to an orphanage sho patronized, they were worn by children 11 and 12 years of age.

Miss Frances E. Willard declares that the one thing sho likes in men is that "they stand together," and she adds that tho threo things sho wants to live to see are prohibition, woman suffrage and tho skycycle.

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LITTLE AMERICANO.

BY OLIVE GUNBY.

[Copyright, 1805, by American Press Association.

"King's going out beyond Devil's river to get hides. He's a great hand at roping mustangs and the like. You might like the experience. It's a man forsaken country, but there's fine game there." "And Atwood will be home by the time we get back," calculated Atwood's guest, who had sought the Concho ranch as a restorative for exhausted energies. "Thanks. I'll make the trip."

The city man of affairs and the mustang hunter had camped together for a week without seeiirg a sign of human habitation, when one morning they came across a flock of sheep feeding among the thick leaved cactus on a high plateau. "In good condition, too," commented King. "Some one must reap the benefit of the wool."

His companion's eyes, however, had noticed something more interesting than sheep. "A girl!" he exclaimed. "'And she isn't a Mexican, either. I'm going to talk to her."

Dismounting and leading his horse he overtook the young person, who was hurrying away from them. "Good morning!" he said. "We are strangers here and would like to speak to you. Is the lamb sick?"—noticing the little creature she held in her arms, whose head she was stroking with one brown hand. "No he isn't sick, but his mother is dead. I'm going to feed him at home." "Is your home far from here?" "No. Just under the bluff.

She spoke in good English, but with a slight foreign accent. "Show us tho way, please," said Holt. "We would like to speak to your people. We have not exchanged a word with any one since we crossed tbe Divide.

The girl hesitated and flushed crimson. "You are welcome," she said, "but Miguel is cross and doesn't like strangers. "Is Miguel your brother?'" "Oh, no. I never had a brother, and my father is now long dead. Roderigo, Anita and Miguel are Mexicans." "Let us go with you," urged Holt.

The abode to which she conducted them was set so completely in under the bluff that the trail led down over a part of the roof. A thick clump of cedars hid it from the view of any one across the river.

When the hunters stopped to tie their horses, King cautioned his companion against trusting these Mexicans. "I think wTe can trust to these," rejoined Holt, touching his pistol. "I mean to find out what this girl is doing here. I believe there is some mystery about it."

They walked in under the shade of the porch, canopied with cedar boughs supported on upright poles.

On abroad bench set against the outer wall a man lay asleep with his hat tilted over his eyes. A middle aged Mexican woman was speaking excitedly to the girl in Spanish, but she smiled at the salutation of the visitors and motioned them to step within. Three sides of the living room and the roof were formed of the solid rock of the bluff, but an open door showed another apartment, perhaps two others, whose wide open windows let in light and air.

Holt's exploring eyes caught sight of several bound volumes on a shelf. The noise of their spurs on the stony ground or their voices roused the sleeper outside, and as he entered the door the hunters recognized a forbidding looking Mexican, who had passed them on a narrow trail a few days before. This was evidently Miguel, who was "cross" today, and who had been imbibing too much strong drink. Upon Holt's explaining that their visit was a social one, and endeavoring to draw him into conversation, he replied curtly in tolerable English and shortly betook himself again to his bench outside. "Get the whisky from the saddlebags and make things pleasant for him while I talk to the women," Holt whispered to King, and from Anita, as she tended her pots suspended over the open fire, he learned that the little Americano's father was killed by a fall from his horse many years before that Roderigo, her husband's father, who had waited on the signor for long, had then sent beyond the Rio for her to take care of the child. The kindly face looked worried as sho spoke of her charge, and judging from Miguel's boisterous laughter at King's jokes that he was being propitiated Holt intimated that he would like to speak with the young lady. "Certez, certez," agreed the woman, smiling. "The ssnorita a lonely is all ze day. And she pointed through the open window of the adjoining room.

The girl was fondling the face of a finely formed cream white mare, at whose side stood a colt, a tiny copy of its mother. "Muncino always comes down from the bluff for water every day lit this time," she said, stooping to unloose the hobble from the fore legs of the animal. "Do you ride her much?" asked Holt, as the mare moved away. "I used to, but for a long time now I am hardly allowed to go out of Anita's sight. Whon I do ride, Roderigo goes, too, and he likes not to ride fast." "If we had known, you might have ridden with us," said Holt.

An eager look shone in her eyes. "Ah, to gallop fast and far—it would be nice!" she exclaimed.

A sudden impulse seized the man at her side. "Are you happy here?" ho asked. "Are they kind to you? Believe me, I would serve you if I could!" "Anita is good. $3he loves me," the girl responded slowly* "I am sure of it, because one day she pu^ her arms around me all at once, when she and Miguel

had been quarreling dreadfully, and I heard her tell him that she was willing to die for me if necessary, and then she gave a great sob and pressed me close to her breast. Miguel was very angry. He cursed her and shook his fist in her face." "And Miguel? Is he kind?" "Always. He brings me pretty things from beyond the Rio, where ho sells the wool. He brought ine this" (torching a gold chain about her throat) "and Miis, my fete dress, which I wo: becu. ^e today I am 17.

The dress was of dark blue, brocaded stuff, with lace about the throat, and loosely tucked up sleeves, fashioned in such away as to leave the pretty arms bare to the elbow. Holt realized what had made her appear such a striking picture among the cactus blossoms. It was this gown of shining, floating blue. "Were you born here?" he asked. "No. In San Antone. My mother had Spanish blood in her veins. My father said I had eyes like hers. Is your home like this?" she questioned in her turn. "My home is in a great city," Holt answered smiling, "where people are as thick as the flowers on the plateau yonder." "And are there girls there like me?" with a wistful expression. "Plenty of them. Tell me how you have boen educated?" "My father taught me to read, and I have read my few books over and over. When tho. wind howls in the winter and the sun hides, then I read." "Let me see your books."

She brought them, the bound volumes he had noticed. On the title page was the name "Norman Loring" written in a nervous hand. "What is your name?" asked Holt. "Vida. My father told me I should go east one day and live among my people, but now there is no chance, though Miguel says he will soon take me to a beautiful place where everything is fino and grand, but then if there are only Castilians there, as he says, I shall not like it."

Anita called them to the midday meal, and in the porch they encountered an old, grey haired Mexican, looking down on the unconscious form of Miguel, with an expression of mingled anxiety and aversion. King sat by smoking a cigarette.

The travelers learned from Roderigo that his son's evil tendencies were a great distress to him. They could see that both wife and father were afraid of Miguel. "And the young lady? Does he ill treat her?" asked King. "Not so, curse him!" exchiimed the old man excitedly. "Sorry the day I brought him here to squander the signor's property and bring evil to his child. Miguel would put away Anita, the faithful one, and marry with the beautiful Americano. Even in two days from now he plans to do it. And she, the innocent, thinks not of his wicked ways. Signor, I am old. Anita is a woman. We guard and watch the innocent senorita, but what can we do if he carries her beyond the Santa Rosa? I could kill him! He is a devil, but he is my own flesh and blood."

His listeners were horrified at this disclosure of villainy. "The gentlemen, is they marry?" asked Roderigo. "Then they take away for awhile the senorita, even though Miguel kill his father and Anita, too, through rage."

Holt and King conferred together. Anita was consulted. The result was that the hunters and their self assumed charge started before sunset that afternoon for Atwood's ranch. "Well, Holt," said his host as the two smoked together on the night of arrival, "for an unmarried man, or men, for I share your misfortune, I should say you, or we, were in something of a box." "What are you going to do about this marvelous find?" "Hunt up her relatives the first thing," answered Holt. "But," reflecting gloomily, "what if they don't choose to recognize her?" "Loring is not an unusual name. I have before mo the task of approaching, by word or letter, every individual Loring of whom I hear, at the risk of being thought most impertinent." "There's Norman Loring of New Orleans," mused Atwood "he's well known to me, and one of the best fellows in the world." "Norman? Is his name Norman?" said Holt rapturously. "He might be a nephew or a cousin. This girl's father was 'Norman.' Write him at once, Atwood, and it would be no harm to intimate that tho orphan has a flock of some thousands of sheep and a bunch of good horses. Tho fact that he won't have a pauper on his hands may sharpen his memory." "Hold now, Dick," said Awtood. "Loring is as upright as the day. He'll tell us the truth."

Atwood's friend proved to be the nephew of Vida's father, who, he wrote, "owing to financial and social troubles, had gone to Texas over 20 years before. His friends were unaware of his marriage. If Mr. Holt on his way-north would kindly escort Miss Loring as far as the Crescent City, his mother would take charge of her niece."

In the interim the bachelor had ample opportunity to make things agreeable for their guest, whose native good sense and entire freedom from artificiality charmed and interested them.

One afternoon when Holt was riding at Vida's side a bullet whistled close, very close, to his ear. He turned in time to seo Miguol creeping off through the cedars. A party scoured the country in search of him that night, but were unsuccessful.

Anita and Roderigo were the sole occupants of the ranch when King took possession of it four months later at the instigation of the owner. "And what became of the heroine?" some one asked to whom this story was told. "Holt fell in love with her and would have married her if Atwood had not got ahead of him."

IT WAS LITTLE CROW

THE BAD INDIAN KILLED BY YOUNG CHAUNCEY LAMPSON.

A JLeader of the Sioux Whose Misdeeds Began With an Act of Base Ingratitude.

The Government's Struggles With the Hostiles During the War.

The Sioux or Dakota tribe of Indians has been for a considerable time the most powerful confederation of aborigines on the American continent. They could place today several thousand warriors in the field, and they have given our government much trouble during the past generation. It was the Sioux who were the most actively engaged in war with us, after the discovery of gold in California in 1S49 caused such a stream of emigration across the continent they were the leaders in the destruction of Custer and his command it was they who perpetrated the terrible massacres of 1862 in Minnesota and who came so near bringing on a general war in 1890-1.

Among the famous leaders of the Sioux was Little Crow, who at the beginning of the outbreak of 1802 was living in a comfortable brick house near one of the agencies, which had been erected by our government as an inducement for him to help in the civilization of his turbulent people. He was counted upon as one of tho stancliest friends of the whites and indeed had lost caste with many of his own people because of his support of their measures.

Yet on the fatal day in August when the fierce bucks ran to his house and awoke him from sleep to ask his advice as to what should be done, Little Crow, instead of counseling pence, told them that, inasmuch as trouble must inevitably occur between the whites and his people, it might as well begin then as at any time. He proposed that tiny should go to the agency and kill the traders and volunteered to act as their leader. Having thus identified himself with the hostiles, he became one of the most bitter and unrelenting of them all. He possessed considerable ability, and he threw himself heart and soul into the light. He was the leader in several of the most decisive defeats received by detachments of troops was in command in the attacks on New Ulm, FortRidgely and the agencies, struck many hard blows, and though he personally did not wish to torture prisoners was too weak to prevent his men from doing so.

It always takes a civilized government a considerable while to shake itself into shape when such a crisis comes. The civil war being then under way, quite a number of armed men were in Minnesota because of the call of President Lincoln for volunteers. By and by Colonel Sibley was able to reach the Indians, with the consequence that they were badly beaten. Not only did the majority surrender, but the leaders in the atrocious butcheries were caught and tried and 38 were hanged at Mankato in February, 1863.

Little Crow, however, fled northward with a large body of warriors and took refuge in the neighborhood of Devil's lake, where, the following year, he renewed his crimes and outrages. He was so defiant that he notified Colonel Sibley where he was, adding that soon he intended to arrive with his men at the Yellow Medicine agency.

The authorities became so incensed against the Sioux because of their atrocities that they organized scouts to hunt them dowTn and offered a reward for every one that was killed. Such was the state of affairs when, on Friday afternoon, July 3, 1863, Chauncey Lampson, a boy, and his father, were walking along the road several miles north of Hutchinson, one of the towns that had suffered severely from the massacre. Each had a gun over his shoulder, and they were walking side by side, talking in low tones, when the son suddenly touched the arm of his father and pointed to a little clearing, opening into the woods ahead. The two halted at sight of a couple of Indians picking berries. Their backs were toward the whites, who softly stepped behind the trees aud held a whispered consultation as to what was best to do.

There was no doubt that the Indians were hostiles, and had they seen the others first would have shot them. Mr. Lampson and his boy decided to antici pate them. Taking advantage of the shelter.afforded by a poplar surrounded with undergrowth, the father crept near enough to secure a good aim, when he fired at

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threw up his arms with a yell and fell to the gruund badly wounded. Not knowing how many Indians might be near, Mr. Lampson began a cautious retreat, but was obliged to expose himself in doing so. The wounded Indian had partly risen and aimed at him. At the same instant Chauncey, the son, drew a bead on the wounded savage, while the unwounded one leveled his gun at tho boy. Rather singularly, all three fired at the same moment.

Mr. Lampson received a flesh wound in the shoulder, the ball of the unharmed warrior grazed the boy's cheek, while the missile of the youth instantly killed the wounded Indian. Then, fearing a charge from a war party, Chauncey dashed off for help.. As it grew dark the father started for home by a circuitous route aud safely reached there after midnight. The body of the slain Indian was carried to Hutchinson, where, to the astonishment and relief of all, it was identified as that of the famous chief Little

Crow.—Detroit

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Sarah Beiuhardt as Lady Bountiful.

Mme, Sarah is the heroine of the hour in Italy, notwithstanding the fact that a few weeks ago she played "La de Claude" to an empty house at Rome, A Milanese paper has been told the following story by a Frenchwoman who was ruined in the commune. She says "I had nothing left and was obliged to make a living by mending old laco. Mme. Sarah Bernhardt was one of my best customers. One day when she came to bring mo some work I was greatly depressed. It was the day before quarter day, and I was unable to pay my rent. She asked my sister why I was so sad and was told a little of our circumstances. Next day I went to her and was surprised when she played for some time with my little boy. But what was my surprise when, on the stairs, I found that he held a bank note in hishand. I went back to return it. 'Oh, do leave it to him,' madame said. 'It is a toy and amuses him.' Another timeql I had no work, and the tragedienne heard of it.

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for my friend,' she said, tore up a magnificent piece of brussels lace and sent3 it to mo to be mended."—Westminster Gazette.

Now Hair Ornaments. ,j

Some of the new Parisian novelties in hair mounts are very beautiful—off the head at least. A bunch of luscious scarlet cherries is attached to a long gold pin that is to be thrust through the knot at the back of the head, letting the cherries droop slightly just above and behind the ear. Fruit in the hair, how-1 ever, under any guise of enamel and metal, is not to be commended. Its incongruity is obvious. We have accepted it on our bonnets, where its use is less distasteful than the plumage of murdered birds, but in the coiffure the association is not acceptable. Frenchwomen regard their hair ornaments with great attention, and take as much care to suitably complete the coiffure toilet as that of the corsage. Steel, jet, gilt and silver ornaments are especially suited to dark hair. Fair haired women should wear amber and clear tortoise shell. For evening wear, jeweled ornaments are properly much worn. Except against a beautiful neck, there is no part of as woman's toilet where gems may be so] well displayed as in the hair.—Newj York Times.

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Dress Reform. «,

Some speculation has been had as to the consequences upon dressmakers if the rational costume, so called, should become the fashion—speculation which has been accentuated since the spread among women of the bicycle habit. A writer in a trade journal devoted to the interests of women's toggery has no fear on this score should even the worst from this outlook happen. Says he: "If the new bifurcated garments are destined to walk our streets, as well as career through our lanes on bicycles, they will speedily assume a form and be made of a material to which only feminine fancy and lingers can do justice, and the reign of the couturiere will soon be as absolute as ever." Which is the same argument the communists meet —that if land and property were equally distributed individual enterprise, always unequal, would soon overturn matters again. Fe'minine human nature can be relied on by the same token to individualize any costume, even bloomer*—that may be evolved.