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THE DAILY HEWS. THURSDAY, AUGUST 7, 1879.

The following was the aotual circulation of The Indianapolis News for the six months ending July 31: Arenas par day far July.. — 10,323 Arerage p«r day lor Jum ....—10,179 Amafe per day tor May 10, >28 A rerage per day tor April— 10,791 Aveng# per day for March 10,097 Average per day tor February 10,637 Personally appeared before me, this 3d day of August, 1879, s notary public duly qoaHfled, W. i. Richards, advertising manager of The Hews, who, being sworn, deposes and rays that the statement is true and correct. Jakes Gkkkkk, [l. s.1 Notary Public. Now the farmers will begin to grumble al Dot too much rain.

The investigation into the congressional election at Cincinnati reflects no credit on either party. It is throwing daylight on a little of the corruption that is in use at elections, and may help to build up a public opinion that will enforce the laws and make the ballot box pure. In the growing corruption of the ballot box lies the danger to American institutions. The democratic state committee of Mississippi has issued » call for a series of mass meetings among the faithful, fearing a coalition of the independents and greenbackers. If the danger becomes imminent the democrats will, of course, gather mobs and make the opposing candidates withdraw, as they did at Yazoo City. What kind of a government have they in Mississippi anyhow? Iy the uninitiated want to see what it costs to run for office, they should follow the testimony in the Butterworth-Young contested election cases at Cincinnati' CongtoFsman Young testified yesterday that he was assessed $1,000 by the campaign committee and spent $2,400 on his own account—$3,400 in all—and not a cent of it went for illegitimate purposes. His is a typical case. This is a free country and all that, but the conditions of politics arewapidly making it impossible for any but the rich to run for office. Mr. Clark, a farmer a few miles south of Taylorsville, IM., put in 700 acres of wheat, which is now harvested, and with the proceeds of which he expects to pay off a mortgage of $20,000. Last year he almost despaired of ever getting out of his finaiu^al difficulties. And thus ijt is everywhere. The same story will be told in hundreds of counties all over the west. The wheat boom and the corn boom will help many a debt-laden farmer over the bar, behind which disappears the last reminder of the ugly period of inflation, which brought debt upon us all. Dlsra'fxi, for he won his fame under that name and will hardly be known as Lord Beacons field, went down to the lord mayor’s banquet yesterterday, and after some political explanations declared that landed property ought to remain as at present and was “frantically cheered.” Unless the signs of the times are at fault the breach is too large to be filled by Disraeli and the landed following, end the determination to widen it is too firm to be swept -away by frantic cheers. The tide for yean has been setting against the unjust land monopoly. Englishmen are sluggish, but this is a thing that seems to be as certain as any tendency can. The pinch of hard times gives it a little momentum now that it may hereafter lose. But it will go “inching along.” “They that till the land will own the land they till.” _ For a long time the Cincinnati Gazette has been asking what should have received a prompt answer, but which has had none: “Is the Kentucky democratic candidate for governor (now elected) Dr* Luke P. Blackburn, the same Dr. Luke P. Blackburn who tried to infect northern cities, during the war, by sending ‘yellow fever’ clothing' to them?” The Chicago Journal flatly says he is the same man. Thus: “A fair example of what the people of a southern state are capable of, is given in yesterday’s Kentucky election, which resulted in the choice for governor, by a very large majority, of Dr. Luke P. Blackburn, the rebel miscreant who, during the war, concocted a plot for the distribution throughout northern cities of immense quantities of clothing infected with yellow fever and small-pox. Let us hear no more about the Sepoys of India orthe Modocs of Oregon.” “Governor” Blackburn should deny this if it is false, and if it is not, should hide himself from the sight of men.

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Some of the stalwart organs are m unhappy as Grant was at the English officials’ refusal to sneeze every time he took snuff ip the far east. The Philadelphia Bulletin think* it “a little odd that the nation which went into hysterics over the death o! the prince imperial; which had its sovereign, its statesmen, its princes, Us people and its press boo-hooing over the remainsof a boy whose only claim to

respect was that he waa the aon ef a man who perjured himae&i to heeurae emperor of France, should put 111 naval officers under instructions not to hoist a flag or fire a gun in honor of the man who aavod this government from destruction and who has been greeted all the world over, even in England, with heartiness.” The Bulletin is entirely too mach exercised on the subject. If Grsnt is a simple, untitled individual, and if we are sturdy republicans, what is the odds whether some of the royal powder is burned for him or not? The truth of the matter we suspect, if it were ever told, would be that that astute personage, Sir Edward Thornton, who has had an American experience of nearly two decades, has informed his government that all this clap-trap over Grant is simply a vulgar attempt at electioneering, and that England would preserve her dignity by leaving all such matters to the American politicians whoae trade it is.

What They Come To.

“lino tranks, clothe spice, or flattering In a row, Befringe the ra“a of Bedlam or efoho.’’ So says Byron of the fate of some of the literary performances of his day. So says the Washington Star of thte fate of congressional speeches of this day. It calculates, from the facts it has been able to collect, that of ail the speeches published outside of the official record, seven-ty-five per oent. goes to shopkeepers for wrapping paper, fifteen per cent, is wasted or burnt, or used in the lowest household service, and ten per cent, k read. This is probably a fair estimate. At least it conforms closely to our experience of the destruction of that class of pubtioatioos. Taken altogether, the average congressional speech is the least considered production of intellectual effort known in the civilized 4orld. It is almost literally the fact that nobody reads it, nobody wants it, nobody asks for it, or asks anybody else about it. If published in the family paper it may be partially read by the “old man,” and possibly alluded to once in the course of a week to fill a vacant moment while some undetermined matter of business is waiting discussion. Rivals may read it for opportunities to use it for mischief. Friends may read it to avoid an imputation of indifference if questioned about it. Nine in ten never read it, and seven in ten never notice it. The general interest receives it as placidly as Burns says the river receives the snow flake, seen a moment and “melts forever.” It makes no more disturbance of public feeling, or even of party feeling, than a coast fog makes in the Atlantic. The much enduring party editor probably reads three paragraphs picked at random, and calls it “able and eloquent.” If he is an effusive noodle and the speaker is more than usually ventose in his out givings he calls it the “greatest effort of his life.” If, they are of different parties the editor may squib it three times one day, and make a leader the next day on some weak point if any point more than another of the average congressional speech can be specially eo called. That is the life and death of the congressional speech. It is never heard o* again, unless a future contest should set some drudge on the speaker’s record. As ninety-nine congressmen of a bun. dred are never heard of out of their districts aft ir /heir term is out, and all that is heard of them while their term lasts is the speech that nine times in ten gets wrapped round a c^t of cheese or lump of lard, or cleans windows or kindles fires, to once that it is read, a philosophically indined observer wonders why anybody -should be so eager to be a congressman, if he is able to support himself without the pay and stealage of the office. If he ia of the salary-grabbing variety, the explanation is handy enough. But allowing him honest, and reasonably ambitious, with a fair share of brains and knowledge, what is * there to gratify a solid ambition in a position that is lightened for a livid moment by the “corpse candle” of a congressional speech, and buried in immitigable obscurity the next instant? Of all the men who have been conspicuous in congress, there is not one in ten who gained it by what he did or said in congress. It may have been enhanced by creditable, or what is sometimes foppishly called “brilliant,” congteesional service, but in the great majority of cases the distinguished congressman has attained distinction before he gets > to congress. Another philosophical reflection i* that those who subscribe to pay the expenses of pamphlet and campaign copies of congressional speeches are wasting their money. The party papers could do fifty fold more with it and do it st lers expense. The tofts and ear loads of “yaller dog” skin envelopes that pour eut over the land in political campaigns, ready franked and full of speeches, are, to the considerate man who keeps his eyes open, a provision of cheap wrapping paper and kindling. Who remembers tny congressional speech or any part of any congressional speech, he has read in the last ten years? Who? we ask.

THE IKDIAKAPOLIS NEWS: THURSDAY, AUG UST 7, 1878.

contented to remain an humble corporal In the UuUigaq guard*. It will be remembered In the case of Col. Dwight, of Blnghampton, New York, who bad 82&5,000 life insurance, that the companies were to contest payment oa the ground that he eommitted suicide. Now these same companies set up a defense against payment that Dwight isn't dead at all. The statistics man of the New York Times declares our annual Imports from South America. Mexico and the West Indies are three times more than our exports to them. For the year ending December 31, 1878, our exports to the countries south of us were 158,367,078, while our jmports therefrom amounted to $157,016,316. Breadstofls and provisions constituted one-half of the domestic products exported, while the other larger items are comprised under the heads of machinery, cotton goods, mineral oils, refined sugar, vehicles, agricultural implements, boots and shoes, and harnesses. Our principal imports were: Sugar, $65,000,000; coffee, $60,000,000; hides and skins, $10,000,000; tobacco, $6,000,000; india robber, $1,000,000; nitrate of soda, $1,000,000; guano, $1,000,000. With success in the beet-root sugar culture, which is being tried here this year in a thorough way, the thousands we send out for sugar will soon be cut to hundreds. What we blame in the republican leaders is that they reject the alliance of those who hold with them in the south on most of the real questions of the day, and whom they conld easily influence and control on others if they would make them allies. They prefer a tactions sectional policy, dangerous to the peace of the country, hindering its prosperity, constantly reviving sectional animosities and perpetuating disturbances.—-[New York Herald. r Resumption took place nearly sev months ago, yet the rum which soft money men prophesied has not appeared. On the contrary, there has been a steady improvement in business in nearly every part of the country.—(Philadelphia Record. It is estimated that the present year’s wheat crop will pat into the pockets of the farmers of Indiana at least $35,090,000. This is very melancholy intelligence for Parson De La Mstyr.—[Cincinnati Commercial. It may happen, before the time of nomination, that Mr. Sherman or either of the others may appear unavailable. In that case, the republicans will geek a stronger candidate.[New York Tribune. The conservative voters of the north,without regard to party, will say to themselves that if the political solidity of which the south is so proud, which is se carefully maintained, and to which the politicians so confidently trust, secures no better enforcement of law and order than it seems to do in Mississippi in the case of the independent candidate for sheriff, who had to withdraw, the tolid south can not safely be charged with the government of the country.—[New York Evening Post. In Maine the republican leaders discover, when it is very late, that they have not educated the people aa much in regard to the public faith and the need of honest money in regard to sectional and war issues.—[Me York Public.

Fires.

A fire at Raster’s brewery, Grand Rapids, Mich., yesterday afternoon, destroyed a large quantity of grain and liquors. Loss, $12,000; fully insu’-ed. A fire at Orillia, Out., Tuesday night, burned abont twenty buildings in the heart of the town. It extended from the corner of Mississama and Peter streets to Griffin’s store, on the west, and up to aud including the Albion hotel on the south. The loss is $100,000; partly insured. Heeds Revision. A centennial history of Fall River, although published only three years ago, already needs revision in the part devoted to extravagant praise of “our old families.” These families are five in number, and members of three of them are now in state prison, or under indictment, as thieves. George B. Durfee, who confesses to stealing $35,000 from the Mechanics’ Mill company, is the latest to he exposed. m — 1 Wife Murders and Suicide. Thomas Malian, aged sixty, of Albany, N. Y., last evening returning from work, and b&ving a few angry words with his wife, shot her dead. . Samuel Nussbaum. an old citizen of Cape Girardeau county, Missouri, cut his wife’s throat early yesterday morning and then cut his own. Domestic trouble is said to be the cause. Nussbaum will die, while his wife may recover. Hard Times in Canada[Montreal Journal of Commerce.] Never in the history of Canada has there been a period of commercial disaster so severe and prolonged as that through which we are passing. All signs point to tempestuous days for banks and bankers. The storm is gathering, and it will be well for even onr stronger institutions to make all “snug” alow and aloft, and prepare to ontride the gale.

Beaeonsfleld on BusInoM Depression# At the lord mayor's banquet in London, last evening, in speaking of the business depression in England, Lord Beaconsfield said: As to the commercial depression of the country, one of the secondary causes is imprudent speculation, and if there are good harvests in ail parts of the world, I believe the darkest days of the depression will have been seen. Reason Knough. [From Fig»ro. ] * “I say," says an indignant member of the party he has just deserted, “yoa’re a pretty fellow, yon are. Yon change your political faith as you do your shirt.” “Ton wouldn't have mo wear a shirt after I found it was dirty, would yon?” Praehing and Practice. [Rkhmood Palladium.] Rev. Mr. Da L*. Matyr thinks he has preached oftener and better than usual since his election to congress, But then it is not generally the preaching so much as the practice congress interferes with. Kansas’s Twenty-fifth Anniversary. Kansas became one of the states of the union September 18, 1854, and the twentyfifth anniversary is to be celebrated at Lawrence, in that state, by a reunion of the old settlers and all others who took part in the work of liberation.

CUBKKMT OOMMRHT. The total valuation of the city of Boston is $613,253,600, a loss of $18,19M00 from last year. The total tax levy is $7,492,510 against $7,879,150, and the rate $12.50 against $12.80. The real estate valuation shows a falling off of eleven millions over last year, against a falling off of forty-four millions in 1878, fortytwo milHons in 1877, apd twenty-seven millions in 1876. The total decrease in personal property the last four years has been $181,514,300. The total polls this year is 89,452, a gain of 3,539. The list of delinquent taxes is shorter this year than in any year since 1873, which shows that the condition is improving. William Henry Smith, First Lord of the Admiralty, known in “Pinafore"’ as Sir Joseph Porter, K. 0. B., the ruler of the queen’s navee, told parliament yesterday wlat he knew about the movements of English ships in Turkish waters. It is noticed by the New York press that the Methodists and Catholics are the only denominations which do not close their chnrchee for a summer vacation, but are “on guard” ail tk« time. . De La Matyr the other night arid Blaine’s substitute deserted. The Boston Herald says he rose to be sergeant, but that Blaine is

Getting Oat of Baolaeu. i Cincinnati Gazette. J Persons whole political capital consists of stagnation of business, silent mills, idle men, and general distress are the nearest approach to bankruptcy of any class we know of at present. Poor England. The London Times reports a shortage of many millions of pounds in the average value of hay and other fodder crops in England and Wales, this season, as compared with previous yean. — mi —— Ob, Haw Wo Mood It. [Wonov Ropubitoou.] There has been so much sdd and written oa the subject of fraud that It does seem as though the country demanded and should have rest. _ Death la a Goal Mina. Water burst into the Ludwig Oleck mine, at the Zabrze colleriea, Prussia. Two corpses have been recovered, and eleven are supposed to be in the pit Slave Trade Abolished. The king of Menelk. ruler of the southern portion of Abyssinia, has abolished the slave trade.

Jk. Paradox. fPhiladelphia Record.] The greater the floating debt the leas its bonyancy.

“Where (Shall We Land ?“ 4 [Fa* The Indtonapeib New*.] All (htlemly we fleet Out steward la the boot Xitel beareih love. ... -Oar mtlaof purest snow Bend to tho bin* below And to the Me# abort. Where shall we laud We drift upon a tide 8b ore less on every aide Save where the eye 0( (ancy sweep# far lands Shelved aloplngly with sands Of gold and porphyry. Where thall we land 7 The fairy islea we see. Loom up ao mistily— So vaguely fair, We do not care to break Fresh bubbles in our wake To bend our oouree for there. When shall we land? The warm winds of the deep Have lulled our sails to sleep, And ao we glide Caretoae of wave or wind, Or change of any kind. Or turn ol any tide. Whfre shall we land? We droop our dreamy eyes Where our reflection lies Steeped in the sea, And In an endless fit Ol languor smile on It And Its sweet mimicry. Where shall we land? “Where aball we land?’’ God’s grace! I know not any place , So fair aa this,— Swung here between the blue Of sea and sky, with you To ask me, with a kiss, “Where shall we land?” —[J. W. Rilkt. SCRAPS. A new journal at Mississippi City is inelegantly termed The Buster. The travel to the Black Bills, through Bismarck, was never so heavy. The people of several connties in Texas are anxious for the negroes to emigrate. It was the man who “swallowed a whole drug store” that threw up the sponge. “Can yen support me darling?” is the name of a new song. How much do you eat, love? Sir Garnet Wolseley is tall and slim. He has the face of a young man and the white hair of an old man. The New Haven Register has discovered that the great trouble with professional ball clubs is to find a pitcher that will hold water

—only.

Note of summer travel from the Detroit Free Press—“A tourist who rode the length of the Erie canal counted 6,430 women home-

ly enough to scare a pirate.”

The Boston assessors’ valuation of that city for 1879 is $612,253,600, of which $423,786;300 is real estate. There .is a gain of 3,539

polls, mainly in democratic wards.

Mr. George Rope, of San Francisco, got drunk and proceeded to bathe in the public fountain. The arrested him. not wanting any tight Rope exhibitions in tne street,—[Free

Press.

The old saying that lightning does not strike twice in the same place will not always hold good, for on the farm of Alexander Loncks of York, Pa., is a walnut tree that has been struck no less than five times during a single season. A domestic little drama.—“Edwin, dearest,” said Angelina, “why do they always call a ship she?” “Why, my ownest,” replied Edwin, “canH you guess? Why, because, you see, the rigging costs more than the ball.” Angelina s tittle pout was delicious.

—[Judy.

Robert Burns, son of the poet’s eldest son, has just died in the Dumfries hospital. He was once a schoolmaster, but his school dwindled away until he had to take refuge in the poor house, from which, about eighteen months ago, he was transferred to the more comfortable quarters in which he died. A gentleman who called upon Haolan at Toronto recently, found the sculling champion of the world drawing lager beer in his saloon. An elderly Scotchman, when told that that was Hanlan behind the bar, remarked, “It’s a pity to sea the lad there; it takes all the poetry out of his glory on the

Tyne.”

“Is this the place?” she asked, as she wandered down on the barren sands, “where a young lady—* beautiful young lady-fell into the water last season, and was rescued by a gallant young man whom she afterward married?” He looked at her carefully, estimated her at a square 47, with false teeth, and said: “Yes, madam; but I don’t know

how to swim.”

Charles Johnson, a colored man of Washington, D. C., and weighing 400 pounds, died, the other day, and was buried. His eoffin was plaeed on rollers in the hallway before his body was pat in, and shoved into the street, whence six men assisted the regular pallbearers to lift the burden on a wagon drawn by four horses. The undertakers were

highly complimented.

Mrs. Mary Allen Thorne, who recently died in Great Neck, L. I., in her 100th year, was the wife of John Thorne, married in her eighteenth year, went to tne old Thorne mansion as a bride, and resided there until her death, a period of eighty-one years. This mansion is two centuries old. some of its furniture is of the same age. The house is beautifully located, and has always been occupied by the Thorne family. The new comic opera by Gilbert aud Sullivan, which is to be brought out in New York next fall, is described by the London newspapers as a burlesque of Italian opera, a great deal like opera bouffe, and not mudh in the style of “Pinafore.” The introduction of six burglars into a house, where they fall in love with six maidens, constitutes the

aishiug the entire

. I ... No name has yet been chosen.

Mr. Kitsuma Yamasaki, director of the Imperial paper mills in Japan, ha* just been married to a young German lady, whose acquaintance be made and to whom he became engaged while studying his profession in Germany a few years ago. As soon aa he obtained his lucrative government post he sent for his betrothed to come out to Japan to be married. The Japanese minister at Berlin is married to a German lady, and the wife of bis first secretary is an Englishwo-

man.

Out on Michigan avenue a man near seventy yean of age started a small confectionary store some months since, and the other day Eent word to his three creditors up town that he had failed, and desired to compromise. Tue trio went down to the store, which they found in full blast, and the four sat down for a talk. “You see, shentlemens, I do no peesuess, and my family eats up all der brofits,” exclaimed the tradesman by way of excuse. “You owe me $12,” replied one of the creditors, “and each of these others $15 apiece. That makes $42.” “Shust forty-two." sighed the old man. “Now, then, how much money have you on hand?” “Shust zixty toiler and no more.” “Very well, as you have had bad luck we will settle with you for 120 cents on the dollar, and you can go on as before.” “Yaw, I will do dot, shentlemens, und I am much obliged for such kind treatment.” He got out his money, the twenty per cent was added to the claims and paid, and before the creditors retired he insisted on treating them to ice cream. They had been gone an hour before the old man rushed out and halted a policeman and said: “If I fails in peeshness and bays 120 cents on der dollar, rot does it mean?' 1 “It means that you don’t understand how to fail,” was the reply. “I* dot botaible?” whispered the old man. “I should say so." “Veil, I go pack to der shoe peesnees again. Then I fails in dot peesness I makes everything. Vhen I Mis ia dis peeeness I bars more as l owee. ”—[Detroit Free

Press.

DAM>V FKHGCMOMl

Or tho Hero of the Ch*f*»ir»l Shaft.

second act, instead of furn:

action of the piece, as at first proposed.

I do not believe that Quasimodo was a more pitiable deformed creature, or Quilp a more, hideously ueoaturai-looking object, than was Dandy Ferguson when I saw bun for toe first time, that calm Bummer afternoon, laughing and joking with a crowd of boon companions in the cool shade of an awning at Quartz Mountain. His face was seamed and distorted by peculiarly glossy scars—the ineradicable evidence of dose and long contact with that shriveling element, fire. His body was bent, and he walked with a sidling movement. He was a sickening spectacle at first sight, suggesting fearful suffering in the past, and my curiosity in regard to him was thoroughly aroused. “Who is that man?” I asked, accosting* tali, blne-ehirted miner who was standing in front of the poet-office. “Don’t you know him ?” answered the man; “why, that’s Dandy Ferguson. I thought ev’rybody knew Dandy Ferguson.” “Why do you call him Dandy Fergu-

son?” —

“Because—well, because he used to be a dandy—a regular out an’ out sport. When Dandy Ferguson first came to this camp he was a gilt edged gentleman, and no mistake. He wore a plug, an’ flashed a spark in his biled shirt front as big as a peanut. He put on more dog* n a mine superintendent, an’ most all the boys was down on him from the start Thet was about three years ago, an’ he come up here from the Bay to gh a whiff o’ fresh air, an’ make nature an’ the nines give him back what he’d lost spreein’ round with them stock sharks an’ young bloods o’ ’Frisco. No, he don’t look like he was mor’n. half human, that’s a fact; but I’d rather have tbem scars o’ bis than wear the clothes o’ the richest man in Calilorny—thet is, if I’d gone through what he has an’ suffered what he did. Proud of em t Mister, thar a’n't a man in this yer country—no, zir, nor in this yer state—as is prouder n Dandy Ferguson of what other men might grieve over an' sigh abont, an' no man's got a better right to be

prond, either.

“When he fust came to Quartz Mountain he used to porade the streets with his nose cocked up—so; he’d hydraulic himself with patchouly ah' smell water till you couldn't get within a mile of him. He was a delicate lookin’ cuss, an’ his hands were soft as a barber. The boys used to bet tha]t if big Bridget Sullivan—our washerwoman—was to take it into her head to jump him, she’d knock spots out o’ him in derned short order. Thet was onr opinion of him when he played his small cards in this yer camp, but he showed dpwu both bowers an’ the ace before he quit the game, you bet yer life. “D’ye see thet quartz mill over thar on the side hill? Thet’e the Chaparral mine, ye know, an' it’s thar thet Dandy Ferguson showed us what sand was. One night, about a month after Ferguson got here, somebody out there yelled ‘Fire!’ an’ tho camp turned out. The h’iatin’ works was in a tight blaze, an’ the flames shootin’ high up in the dark. We all rushed to the spot like a pack o’ mad animals—yon know how a fire stirs men up an' excites ’em. Of course, nobody knowed what to do, an’ for a minute we all stood round lookin' at the Are creepin’ long the eaves, an’the burnin’shingles droppin’ down the shaft. Party soon some one says ‘What!’ kinder sharp an’ fierce like. Then there was a tittle movement in the crowd, an’ a man with a face as pale as death springs away from the mouth of the shaft yellin’ frantic: Water I water! For the love o’ god, turn on the water—the , night shift’s in the lower drift.’ There wa* an awful agony in thet man’s voice; he had jist remembered thet his brother was down there, and thet the fire under the biler of the engine was banked, thet the cage was too heavy to work by band, an’ the timbers in the shaft pitch pine an’ dry as a bone,with great sparks droppin’ down tike flakes in a snow storm. You’ve heerd how fast a man thinks in times of danger. Jim Slocum thought of his brother, the dry timbers, the engines, the cage, and water all in a second, but that waa all. He didn’t her time to think of the fact thet there wasn’t a bar’l of water within a mile of the mine. Somebody rushed to the tank—there was about a tnhful of water there. The fire was playin’ round the biler, an’ the engineer had turned the safety cocks to let thet out. We all rushed every which way yellin’ fur ropes, ladders, anything—aa ef ladders could reach down two hundred feet to where the men was. They was clean gone with excitement, an’ didn’t know what to do, an’ the fire roarin’ and cracklin’ like the devil’s own blaze. “Some rushed one way an’ some another, while some of them stood starin’ into the

I vMisvfl# J* *«, my girl, ffwiTsS Hildreth’* *i*anSw’eo she came out o’ the e Mth her dress In a blaze,

“You’re • tramp, vt an’ I won't forget ye

An’ Ire didn t.

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smoke an flame

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Sh e ^ails out sharpy tin

the tonic. PH marry the fust man thet throw* a bucket o’ water over Dandy Ferguson—I’ll

marry him If he’n a Chinaman." ‘ Them’s her identical words, mister.

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men didn’t need any further orders, ’cause, yon see, Maggie Hildreth was the bau someat girl in the country, an’ the beat, an’ hed ev’ry young buck four miles aroon’ (dose at bet heels all the time, bandicappin' each other fur smiles. But her brother Sam saved her from them galoots—saved her fur a better man, by weuiu’ the blanket himself. About this time the heat was terrible, one man in the drift an’ another half way no, crawlin’ fast enough in ordinary circumstances, but hardly fast enough with death racin’ down on his savior at a two forty gait. Wen Jack Harmon came out o’ the shaft he stood a minute on the scanttin’ swayin’ back ajf forth like a drunken man, Winded by smoke, an’ bewildered, an’ ef Ferguson hed* t caught him he’d a gone back agin. Two more of us hed got in with buckets o’ water—'bout all ther was in the tank; but it seemed to dry off as fast as we jpoured on, for the blanket was smokin’. W’en the rope went down fur the last time, to haul up Joe Harper, the scanttin’ was burnin’ an the upper timbers was beginin’to blaze. The whirlin' smoke hid Ferguson from us. but w» knowed that ef he didn’t come out soon the whole shebang’d give way an’bury him; the sides was in a light blaze, an’ the place where the win’less stood was the only spot wherh even Dandy Ferguson could ’a’ worked. It must ’a’bin an’ awful strain on him--the last puff—bat be never owned it, au’ bimeby up comes Joe, the bravest man in the camp, I reckon, barrin’ Dandy Ferguson, ’cause you see he wouldn’t tech the rope till they’d all been banled up; he tied every man on except the coward Miller, and then came through the blazin’ shaft himself, watchin’ the little tangoes of fire shoot out from thesides ev’ry once In awhile as if they’d lick

the life-thread in two.

“As Joe grabbed the upper chains the shaft lit up with a hiss an’ a roar, as if t&e fire was mad at lorin’ its prey. Joe got out an’ Furgeson staggered away from the windlass, but bis luck went back on him at the last minnte. He tumbled an* fell just as he came to the tramway at the door, au’ the whole side o’ the buildin’ come down on him with a crash. A hundred then forgot danger an’ death, an’ rushed into the flames, but Miller, the man thet played it so sneakin’ mean down in the shaft, got to him first and dragged him out. Everybody thought he was dead, an’ the crowd carried him and Miller—who dropped insensible after he’d got Ferguson out—to the

camp.

“But Dandy Ferguson lered through it, though for weeks he lay between life an’ death, an’ for months he didn’t stir out of a dark room. But there wasn’t no lack o’ help an’ prayers an’-faithful nurses to bring him round. No, sir; an’ thar wasn’t a man, woman or child w,thin a hnndred miles o’ the Chaparral mine thet wouldn’t a crawled on their hands an’ knees to watch one hour by his bedside, an’ thought it one o’ the biggest kind o’ honors—you can bet your life on thet. Yes, sir, Dandy Ferguson is a king in this yer country—he bettern four kings most o’ the time, ’cause any man thet knows him ’d lay down four bullets any day if he held ’em against Ferguson; itd be tike takin’ an advantage, ye see, to hold ’em out on him. He can hev anything or do anything he likea. We’d send him to congress ef he’d go, bnt he won’t. We’ve got him here, though, and I guess he’ll never leave. I wish I was one o’ them poetry writers; I’d write one o’ the bulliest poems about Dandy Ferguson you ever read, you hear me. Yes, he’s married. Got married after he came out. Talk about weddin’sl Thet was a weddin’; ey’rybody got an invite, an’ ev’rybody piled in to see the gamest man in the state tie to the gamest woman on God’s footstool. Who was she? Why, Maggie Hildreth, of course. Who else'd it be, I’d like to know ? What became of Harry Miller? Well, thet’s party good.

lh ™gh the door of the histin’ ? ^ red d £ ot hLin’ wSkl Lt t!

jumped through the door of the histin’ works ah' caught hold of the chains. HU coat an’ hat was gone, an’ he looked tike an angel almost, as he swung over the shaft ia his white frilled shirt an’ hU long, yaller hair. It was Dandy Ferguson. He didn’t wait for nobody, bat jammed a big scanttin’ that two men couldn’t a lifted down over the shaft. Then he yelled for a rope, an’ told some men near the door to fetch him the ol’ win’lesa thet waa iayin’ out aide near the dummy. You never see men work like they did as soon as there was a head. The rope an’ the win’Iess was brought into the works ou the jump an’ fastened to the scanttin’. Down went the rope and Ferguson shouting after it, ‘I’m here, boys, an’ I’ll stay till I roast” Then he grabbed the crank an’ spun the rope round the bar’l faster’n it was ever rolled before. He used one hand first, an’ w-hen she tightened he laid the other on. Si Holden wanted to help him, but he wouldn’t hev no interference. Time enough,’ says Ferguson, ‘when I drop’ It wasn’t long before half naked

pardon fur leavin' him in the shaft as he did; nut Bill wouldn’t have It; said thet Miller’d balanced accounts by Bavin’ the llfeV Dandy Ferguson, the man thet saved him. But thet’s played. You want to know what become of him. Well—say, look here, mister, I don’t tike to own it. but I’m the cuss—I’m Harry Miller, Introduce ye to Dandy Ferguson? Of course I will, an’ you'll never get an introduction to a gamer man, or one

it’s more honorable to know,

ye ever tell about the Chapparal shaft an’ flow Dandy Ferguson stood by thet win’Iess in the red hot histin“works, jest throw it in somewhere thet he’s better n four kings In this camp—it’ll top off the story first rate, an.’, besides, you bet it’s morn the solid truth.”

E. H. Olouou.

BUMABCK.

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. n alive, tremblin’ like a leaf. They thought at the time that he was scared at the danger he’d been in an’ didn’t notice how much exhausted he was; but they found out afterwards that he’d played it down in the shaft as mean as one man can play it on another at sich a time. You see there was five of ’em in the lewer drift, an’ when the burnin’ timbers of the upper works began to drop down they all made a rush for the main shaft The cage was on an’ they couldn’t get out till a rope came down. They could see a flicker of light up above, an’ yelled till they was hoarse watchin’ thet glimmer growin’ brightertn brighter ev’ry minnte, an’ knowin’ thet the shaftin' timber'd blaze mighty soon

r gittin’ out.

The Rotate Beqnoathad fo Jeff. Davis, [New Orleans Democrat.] The accounts of the value and extent of the estate of the late Mrs. Sarah A. Dorsey, which sbe bequeathed to Mr. Davis, that have recently appeared in northern and western papers, are absurdly extravagant. We are assured on the best possible authority that the value of the estate will not exceed $25,000. Besides the Beauvior estate, valued at $5,500, Mrs. Dorsey owned three places in Tensas Parish, one assessed at $11,540, threefifths of another valued at $6,000, and another which is lying idle and which is subject to overflow, at $1,590, Her debts at the time of her death amounted to over five thousand dollars. Last spring she made a bona fide pale of the Beauvoir place to Mr. Davis for fifty-five hundred dollars, for which he gave her notes running for one, two and three years. These notes are now in the hands of Mr. J. W. Payne, one of our oldest and most respectable merchants, who for a long time was the manager of Mrs. Dorsey’s business affairs. The much-talked-of lands owned by Mrs. Dorsey in Arkansas and Texas have not, for a long time past, been deemed worth paying taxes on.

you can’t blame

the rot

Jam blocum lur grabbin tne rope as soon as it dropped down to ’em. Harry Miller

jumped 'longside of him, yellin':

. “‘Letgo, d—n yon, let go! They can’t lilt two of us.’ ‘Let go yourself.’ shouts Slocum, turnin' round on him tike a tiger. “ ‘My old mother’s up there,’ yelled Slo-

cum, pointin’ up the shaft.

“ ‘My wife’s waitin’ fur me,’ bowls Miller. “An with thet he knocks Slocum down in the drift, an’ goes up the rope hand over hand before the others could stop him—they’d a killed him on the spot ef he hedn’t climbed the rope as he did. Sarved him right? Kerrect, mister; they’d a sarved him mighty wall right an’ no mistake, but be beat thet game. He’d jest strength enough to tie the slack round his waist, w’en he gave way all

The Turf. The Brighton cup was won by Isonomy, Paul Pry second and Drumhead third. Monk was the only other horse that started. Tht betting jost before the race waa ten to one on Isonomy. He won easily. ' At the Buffalo races, the jockeying was disgraceful. yEmulua won the 2:27 race in 2:25. Emma B. won the 2:23 in 2:22%. At Saratoga, Lady Middleton, the favorite, won the three-quarter mile dash, Hippograff second, Observanda third; tune Itf/JL Bonnie Carrie won the mile and one-eighth race, Bonnie Wood, the favorite, second, Pique third; time 1:58. The mile and a half dash was won by Mentzer, Danicheff second, Shylark a bad third; time 2:39}£. Dill Dillon won the selling race, Clemmie G. second Dick Sassier third; time 2:55J<. Kinney was a big favorite.

went the rope ^in, an’ Slocum was tied on an’ hauled up, Ferguson workin’ the win’lass tike a giant The cords stood out on his neck like black snake whips, an’ the sweat poured off him like a sluice stream. Two Coraishmen stood by him tirin' to make him let them roll up the rope while he rested, but he gassed’em, an’ told’em to dry up; ne said he was at the wheel, an’ he’d stay there ef he died fur it W’en Sleeura came up the fire was all around an’ over the win’lass. an’ the two Cornishmen g.abbed Bill an’ carried him out—they couldn’t stan’ the beat Fere -° t peQ P c ? me Sam Hildreth with jist strength enough to make for the door. The roof over the biler and the pitch on the door poets was smokin’. Jist aa the rope went down fur the fourth time, an’ We loafin’ round on the outside watchin’ Dandy Ferguson standin’ there like a man at tue stake, expectin’ every minnte to aee him drop, an’ not a man of ns with gumption enough to think what was wanted, a woman rushes into the fiery furnace an’ flHngs a wet blanket over the bravest, gamest man in the state o’ Galiforny. “Thet’s the ticket,” shouted Ferguson.

A Good Many Think So, [Madison Stor.'i When we say the Indianapolis News is the beet, most honorable and manly paper ia Indiana, we mean it, and say it ia no spirit of sycophancy, but of true admiration. It would seem that there are others who think abont The News as we do, for its average daily circulation for the past six months, according to sworn statement of the advertising manager, was ever 16,000 copies. It claims that this is more than one half larger than any other paper published in the state.

Nomination. The democratic congressional convention, for the first district of Illinois, have nominated for congress Robert Ferral, judge of the city criminal court, and for member of the state board of equalization, A. C. Bradford.

Baea BaU yesterday. Chicago: Buffalos 9, Chicago 3. Syracuse: Bostons 7, Stare nothing. Troy. N. Y.: Providence 5, Troy 1. Worcester: Holyoke* «, Worcesters 4. Springfield: Springfields 12, Hop Bitters 3. %

which, fronting on Wilbelmirasie. surrounds three sides ol a triangle. As we entered bis room, Pismawk-adyaiieed and pot me at ease by the cordiality ol his greeting. His pm. sonal appearance was surprise to me. Poe. traits, busts and statues had made me familiar with Us lace ami head, hot bad awt told me that his height to more than six feet three, aud bis frame is broader than was that

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said evil

pleasant and often horrible truth to tellEven did it especially delight in feeding upon the foul, the ugly and the wicked, instead of the pure, the beautiful and the good, every day happenings, in fact, among reading public (or its neighbors) would only satisfy its appetite to satiety but wo

the pure, the beautiful aud the good, tits

the

„ , - not

. its'appetlte to satiety but would

cloy it. It has no need, then, for sensations, either willfully or carelessy created by those to whom it applies in good faith for the information they are presumed to possess, and which it publishes in honest reliance upon their veracity. When the subject-matter under consideration at the time is one which bean upon personal character, either business or social, (‘areleesnees in the informant is willfulness. Notwithstanding any opinion that may exist to the contrary, there is not one newspaper man in a hundred who does not prefer to five facta as they are, withont distortion. When a reader is inclined to assert that a newspaper has tied, he may safely conclude that some one else haa lied first. Misleading a newspaper is a thousand times nearer being a crime than that species of alleged slander which a St. Louis court was, a few months

since, asked to declare criminal.

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Willing to Kill the Whole Vamt|y. A day or two ago, says the Free Press, a lady living on Dumeld street, Detroit, was summoned to the door to see a boy about twelve years of age, who bad a cheap hat

Texas Pastime. The sheriff of Palo Pinto county and posw had a fight with the Jones gang of nortt thieves. Larkin Jones was knled and John Jones was wounded. Enoch and old Jones, two other thieves were captured. Jack Morris was left to guard the wounded Jones, and assisted the latter to escape. Tweaty-fire masked men overpowered the four guards of the Palo Pinto jail and obtained the'keys under threat to burn the jail, and shot Morris dead in his ceil.

Lord Beaconsfield in bis speech at tire lord mayor’s banquet defended the saltan’s nonperformance of the stipulation of the treaty

An Improving K«pubtic. The tittle republic of Costa Rioa has more school teachers than she has soldiers. The army consists of 429 officers and soldiers, aud the professors and teachers in the 316 schools number 482. The revenue or income exovernmeul last

of a railroad from the Carribean fJ« to the

Pacific.

Rail of a Boaffold.

By the fall of a scaffold in the dome of the new Music ball at Chicago yesterday Christian Toft, foreman, was badly crushed by a beam, which was found on his head. Frank Miller had a leg badly shattered, and was insensible. John Shultz had his thigh shattered, and otherwise hurt, and Otto Hofmann was terribly injured ia the abdomen. Sheffield Cutlers Arrived. On* hondred and thirty Sheffield cutlers and families have arrived in New dork, and fire hnndred German and English cutlers are

expected later. The

are fifty thousand men there to do the work

that two thonsaadcan do.

Fatal Bolldh Explosion,

Yesterday efteraoon while gauging an engine at Sacramento, N. Y, an explosion occurred, killing Thomas Smith and Frank Murphy, machinists and John McIntyre, fire-

men. W

ijw, in. Horton, foreman, and Wynart

and Robert B. Miller

men.

CranwelL engineer, were bruised and scalded.

Of Berlin.

**Tfce Flawy ta gteefco” Always means aa opportunity for soma shrewd sod lively operator to make a handsoms profitStars, tawreoeo A Co.,, tanta^ga^^esllblfeaEajg nr&awi'ss.’Wffii; Shaft operate wtth profltiBtetas —* >»*. ?a«5fiaSiLgre asss

. -jto'iiMipBflir" I have ever seen. Having turned his _ upon the broad table on which, from M papers spread upon it, it was evident he bad been at work, he remarked that he was net aa vigorous as formerly, and could work bnt five hours a day at hss desk, though he ought to work sixteen, and proceeded With the easiest familiarity totril ns how his habit of working far into the morning and the preoccupation of h» thoughts by practical questions had made it impossible for him to sleep in the quiet hours of the night. “The silence that follows midnight,” he, “is terrible. It awakens all the spirits of my mind. They lead me in phantasies, and to escape them J get up and walk and read or writ*. Oa many such occasions 1 have anticipated debates aud supposed what would be said in opposition and what I would say in reply, and fearing that I would not remember my thoughts or words, which seemed ao effective, I have risen and have carefully written tbep out, but 1 have never once found iheAfofnse. They were always too fine to be Available among practical men, and the paper and pen, which are always beside my bed, have been useless and waste. When the noise* of the day begin, I fall asleep and sleep till 11 o’clock, sometimes till 12, and even 1 o’clock. “At my home in the country. I would not, I think, sleep any, but that the great burden trains, with three engines and more than one hundred wagone. pass each other on a railroad about three hnndred feet from my house, and during this time, soothed by the noise, I

go to sleep.”

MlelMMttnu Newspapers. [St. Louis Globe-Democrat. 1

The press has more than enough of on* nieasant and often horrible truth to tell-

please buy 1 She was sorry that his father was dead, but she didn’t want the hat rack. The next day tbe same boy and the same hat rack returned, and the boy said: \ , “Madam, won't yon please bur this hat rack, for my mother is dead, too. She was so sorry that his mother was also dead that she gave him a slice of bread aud butter, bnt she didn’t want to invest in the hat rack. Two days later the boy called again, having tbe same identical rack under bis arm, and he looked the lady straight in the eyes and said: “Madam, won’t von please buy this hatrack, for my sister is also dead?” “My goodnoset is It possible that you have lost father, mother aud sister in one week?” exclaimed the lady. “Yes, mum. 1 ' “And what ailed them?” she asked. “I dunno^ mum, but I kinder feei it in my bones that unless I sell this ere hat-rack afore Saturday night death will use up allthe rest of our family and be going for other folks.” . “If I buy this rack of yon will you tell ms the truth ?” “Yes, mom.” She handed him a quarter and asked: “Did your lather, mother or sister die this week ?’’ Tbe boy looked at her, hesitated, and then laid the quarter on the railing, picked up his hat-rack, andsaidaa he went down thesteps; “1 only git five cents commiah for selling these racks, and I can’t afford to kill off three of the family and resurrect ’em again for any such figgerl Goodbye, mum—it’s a square back-down on me t”