Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 27, Number 61, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 October 1878 — Page 1

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VOL. XXVIL NO 61. INDIANAPOLIS, WEDNESDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 16, 187S. WHOLE NO. 252.

WHO DID IT?

Who tracked the mud across the floor And through the ball and np the stain? AnU left It clinging to the chair? "Whose ringer print deface the door? Whooe crumbs beneath the table lie? Who emeared the butter on the cloth? Who ipllled the gravy, tdopied the broth, And dropped a pickle in the pie? Who pulled the curtain with a Jerk, And left it hanging all askew, And!broke the cord ? 'twas nearly new ; . 1 wonder If twas mother's work? V Whoe knife Is this, with handle sUlned, And opened blade with rust so marred? Twas found this morning in the yard. Upon the grass last night it rained. Just now I slipped and nearly fell A marble rolled a rod or more. And then I crushed an apple core Who was it? Mother can you toll? Face downward on a slab, a book Lie open, leaves dog eared and thumbed; And near, a handkercheif, be-gummed And stiff with taffy-only look! Upon a door knob hangs a hat 'Tit patsing strange it hangs at all; And in the corner is a ball, And on the sofa rests a bat. 1 misst-d the hammer yesterday; TU hatchet vanished long aigo; All winter underneath the snow, Behind the house, the shovel lay. Are thing bewitched? Do genii hide Witliiu my closets and my drawers. And skulk behind the chamber doors, k And through the darkened attics glide? I often go from room to room, Aad sweep the floating cobwebs down, And wonder when the spiders brown Departed with their dainty loom. But then who knows? those films so fine May once have lain upon my shelf Beneath the little bowl of delf; Twas there I used to keep ray twine. The tiny tacks I lost last spring A paperful with polished heads As black as Jet and round as beads, But deader than a mummledJtlng What do you think they did to-day? My sugar bucket's sides they stormed, And the sugar fairly swarmed Who turned the tacks into ants, tell me, pray. The elves are In the house, lis clear; I'd like to catch that one who took The clothes brunli down from olt the hook And left it on the ttagere. Who was it, little Johnny Bell? 'Why do yon stand mo nhame-faced there. And blush from chin to forehead fair? 2 think yi'ti know the culprit well. A. MORNING'S EXPERIENCE.

Harper's Weekly.! The Price family were gathered in the kitchen one Sunday morning. The family Consisted of Mr. and Mrs. Price, commonly called ' Uncle" and "Aunt" Price, Miss Abigail! Prion, a spinster sister, Mrs. Richton, Mrs. Price's mother, an aged lady of 70 years, Mollie Jennings, a niece visiting the farm, and Bridget, a new recruit from Ireland. Uncle and Aunt Price were dressed In their best, and their ancient horse, Elijah, harnrssed in open wagon in readiness to take them to church in the village three miles away. A hiatus, however, appeared to have occurred in the proceedings, for Aunt Price BtOOl in tha middle af the kitchen irresolutely swinging her parasol, while Uncle Price switched the honeysuckle that grew around the door with his whip; Misa Abigail stood grimly regarding the twain, with her head tied In a duster; Mollie had paused in the open parlcr door. Grandma Richton rocked feebly in the corner by the dresser, and Bridget paered in from the sink room open-moo tried. "Well," Miss Abigail was remarking, "if you think it's safe, far, far be it from me to make objections. You know James and Joseph are both gone " "Shol" put in Uncle Price, testily, "if it's come to that Marthy'n I can't go to church Sundays, we'll move. We shan't be gone more'n twa hours. Jest lock up, all you like, and I'll resk your being troubled in broad daylight " "But, unc e," said Mollie, nervously, "you know they wnt to Sympson'a at 3 o'clock in the aiternoon, when they were all out berrying, and they went to Floyd's" "They'd naturally -expect to get something at FloydV," said Aunt Price, "but coming here right in the face of a parcel of women folk for the little we've, got would be something different." "Humph!" commented Miss Abigail. "They might as well steal our spoons as anybody else's; but, as I said before, if you thing it's cafe, and we a mile from any house, and the bolt lost off the wash room door, why then ' "Bolt lost? IIow's thatf "We can't find it. that's all; and there's no earthly way of locking it. And here there' re been six robberies and almost a murder in a fortnight." "Well, well," said Uncle Price, latching the wash room door, meditatively. "I'll go round to Nathan's after service and get his pistols. 1 hain't thought so much about it, but it would be a good pin to have 'em here nights. Jest put in a piece of wood oyer this latch; that'll bold it; and keep quiet and don't worry. Lord! I never see nothing like you for worry. I've locked the barn, and if anybody comes around just p'int that old gun of mine out oi the cham ber winder." "It is loaded, ain't it?" queried Aunt Price, apprehensively. "I guess it would go off enough to make a noise. Abigail d want to tire something, and she might as well try that You know the butt fend, and that a all that's necessary." "All right." said Miss Abigail, with nn abated grimnrsa. "There's no telling what I may hit, and it don't matter much. If you Come Lome and find" "Come Marthy," interrupted her brother. "we shall be late. Good by grandma. Jest keep quiet, and I'll bet my best cow nothlng'll happen, wnoa, mjaa: Back:" Miss Abigail stood in the door until the antique wagon. Aunt Price's red shawl, and finally the crown of Uncle Price's much worn beaver had disappeared beneath the crest of the nearest hill; then, after taking a comprehensive view of every part of the farm that came within the range of ber vision, and her self .examining the Iocks of the shed doors, she came back into the kitchen, where Brid get, whose fears had been greatly excited during the foregoing conversation, bad col lapsed upon a chair, and Mollie was spasmodically trying to reassure her. "There isn't the least danger, Bridget; at least, I supptce there lin t; nothing may happen, you know. We've only to keep the doors locked Dd keep inside just be sure to do that and you needn't be afraid," ended Mo lie, who, being from Boston, with all a city girl's horror of burglars, very much exaggerated the terrors of their posi tion. "Soure an' I'd never left home for pla ace where I'd be kilt intirely in the day toimel" moaned Bridget, with ber face hidden in her apron; then suddenly sat upright in fresh alarm as a gust of wind whistled down the chimney and clapped a blind to gether. "Ihat's nothing but the wind. How it does blow, though. Aunt Abigail, what are yon going to d .?" , "Do? I'm gIng to fasten that wash room door," responded Miss Abigail, who was -dragging a heavy btam of wood across the

shed.' which she proceeded to lean against the door in question, bracing the other end against the boiler. VI don't want any of Jonathan's little pieces' of wood stuck ovr latches. 1 mean to have it safe. The latch don't hold, anyway, and a wind like this would have tbat door open in a minute. 1 don't exactly like tbat arrangement, either," she added, eyeing 'the uneven base of the beam with unfriendly eyes, while Mollie stood sympathizingly in the door of the

kitchen. "Well." continued Miss Abigail, after a final crowding in of the beam, "I suppose that must answer. Now, Bridget, we want dinner at 12:15. Get you fire made and let the cabbage be boiling. It won't do any good to sit there crying. I'll take care of the pudding. I'm going up stairs to put mother to bed. If you want anything speak tame, and don't unlock a door foryour life. Mollie, will you just see that the lower windows are fastened?" After a thorough examination of the aforesaid casements Misa Abigail came back and took her invalid mother in charge, with a final caution to Bridget to "let her know if there was any one coming." Mollie, somewhat reassured by the existing quiet, went up to her own room and tried to forget the present in one of Mrs. South worth's novels. Meanwhile it would be impossible to describe the condition of Bridget's mind thus left alone in the kitchen. Being firmly impressed with the conviction that unknown perils beset her, at first she dared not move from ber chair. The cackling of the sociable fowls oubsido the door and each fresh gust of autumn wind caused her new terror. Finally, after long waiting.she gained courage to cross the room and light the fire, moving about on tiptoe, with terrified glance behind ner. II Miss Abigail bad known that it was a Quarter past 11 o'clock before the cabbage was put . , - i i-l . I. over me nre sue certainty wuuiu nave buuiued ; but fortunately she had enough to do up stairs. Bridget at last took heart of grace, and seizing the wash basin started for the cellar, and the potatoes which were in the further corner. Bridget never entered this cellar, which was exceedingly dark and irregular, without crossing herself. Now the prospect was especially terrible, and, witn a muttered prayer to the Virgin, she went down the stairs with continual baitings, and having filled the basin with almost miraculous speed, scurried back again. But to day the kitchen had almost as many terrors ior her as the cellar, and half way up stairs she was startled by a violent gust of wind and an ominous sound above. "Begorra, now," muttered Bridget to the no to toes, as she stoDDed in desperation, "the old craythur himself in the house!" Another wild blast or wind that snoot windows and doors. Bridget had reached the tOD of the stairs. She had closed the door leading to the wash room half an hour ago. From behind this door sounded a rum ble which seemed caused by the sliding of some heavy body, followed by a violent clatter; then came a heavy shock against it, which seemed to Bridget's excited senses like the thunder of the judgment day. The door burst open, and never doubting that . t . m 3 r i .J la there were roooers ana muraerers Denina it, Bridget dropped the potatoes with a shriek that rang through the houso, and, rushing back to the cellar, pushed the door together and held it with the strength of despera tion. Mollie, in the chamber above, roused from her book by this startling interruption.sprang into the center of the room and listened a moment with a face as white as her dress. There was a final crash below, and, without the least idea of what she was doing, Mollie started for the kitchen in such haste that she fell down the last five of the back stairs, and, bursting open the door at the foot, rolled into the lower room, where she picked herself up, too much excited to think of her bruises. Potatoes were scattered over the floor in every direction. The kitchen door was open, and the beam on the floor. From behind the collar door came a half smothered moan. Mollie had hardly time to realize these facts before Miss Abigail arrived on the scene, with breathless excitement. "O aunt!" gasped Mollie, horrified at the sound of another groan oehind the door, ''some one's down cellar and Bridget's there! I do believe she's half murdertd. 'Sh! I must have frightened 'em when I tumbled down stairs." "How many of them are there?" queried Miss Abigail in a coarse whisper, glancing around for some weapon of defense. "I don't know; I guess there are two." Mis3 Abigail waited for no more, but nerved by the thought of Bridget in the bands of murderers, seized a kettle of boil ing water from the etove and rushed to the cellar door, which opened from the kitchen, throwing herself against it. She found that the door was held on the other side, and that it would require her utmost efforts to open it. "Come and take th!s," she said to Mollie, holding out the kettle. There was a trial of strength. Miss Abi gail's muscular energy is not despicable, but Bridget was desperate and would have died berore the door should have been opened, The spinster was forced to give up the con test, and stood back baffled and exasperated. A bright idea, however, presently darted through her mind, and, signing to Mollie to follow, she ran into the woodshed. Mollie, having the kettle in the first handy place, which happened to be tbe lowest step of the back stairs, obeyed; but Miss Abigail was already on the way back with the clothes line in her hand. "If we can't get in," -she explained in a nervous whisrer, "they shan't get out, at any rate. I don't see as we can help Bridget any, but we ran keep 'em (down there till Jonathan gets back. There's only one window, and that is barred and too small for a man to crawl through." Miss Abigail proceeded to tie a slip-knot around the old fashioned handle of the latch of the cellar door, which she -drew tight. Then, crossing the kitchen, she passed the other end of the line around tbe pump, and makiDg it "taut" with considerable ex ertion, wound it arou nd again and again, and finally tied it in an unskillful but viciously twisted knot Mollie, who, in spite of ber concern for Bridget, bad been In terror lest the outlaws should certainly burst in upon them, drew a long breath of relief when this was done; but her satisfaction was disturbed by a sbarp exclamation behind her. Grand ma Richton, alarmed at the noise, had crept feebly down the back stairs to "And Abigail," and had, of course, fallen over the kettle of boiling water, amidst rivulets of which she was feebly straggling. "There, now, she's killed herself!" ejacu lated Miss Abigail, diving under the rope to tha rescue, while Mollie looked on in hor ror. Grandma Richton was lifted and laid on a couch in a corner, and while Miss Abigail, oblivious of everything else for tbe moment, was ascertaining tbe extent of her injuries, Mollie commenced a nervous promenade about the room. It was in tbe midst of this promenade tbat she happened to glance out of tbe Wf st window, and saw, to her ntier horror, the figures of two strange men com log "across lots" toward the ' boue. There are no words it the English language strong ei ough to express Mollie's feelmgs at this Junciur. 61i juit clutcht d feebly at Miss Abigail s ares, ai tbe latter hurried past in tearcti o' some reme lie for tcalds. " Auutl auutl there are two more of them! See!" Miss Abigail looked out of the window, then back at her mother, and stood stock

still in genuine despair; then, inspired with

momentary' strength by tbe sight of the open wash room door, which they bad not thought of shutting, she hastened to close It, and hoisted the bean again. "That's no good, she said hurriedly. Here, Mollie, come and help me move this secretary against the door. Mercy on us, child, don't stop to be frightened now!" as Mollie approached shaking in every limb with terror. "row close those Inner blinds so they can't look In, and shut the sitting room door." A fresh eroan from the cellar, elicited by Grandma IUchton'a moans, which cansed Bridget to suppose tbat the whole household was being murdered, did not add to Mollie's comfort Miss Absgail having poured lini ment hastily over Grandma Richton's scalds, hurried up stairs to watch tbe movements of the approaching enemy. She and Mollie, crouching behind the yellow curtain of Uncle Price's chamber window, peered forth. The men had reached the back garden wall, over which they were leisurely climbing. They were rough looking, and evidently bent on depredation, for they occasionally paused to belp themselves to "wind falls," and once shook a pear tree and filled their pockets with the fruit with a coolness that cansed - Miss Abigail to take down the gun and hold it at arm's length as she brought it to the window. ' Oh. Aunt Abigail, take care! it'll go off," exclaimed Mollie. "I mean it shall, if they do much more," returned the spinster, turning the gun around with giDgerly care. "You'd better go out of tbe way, Mollie. I might bit you just as like, or the thing might explode. It hasn't been used for years." ! "You ought to keep bold of something when you fire it," suggested Mollie from the other side of the bed. "It will kick and throw you down. Guns always do." ? "They're trying the backdoor," announced Miss Abigail in an excited whisper. "They only knocked once. I wonder if these robbers in the cellar belong to the same set. They're shaking the door, the villains." Two or three loud knocks sounded through the house, and then the men tried the near est window; finding that fast, another and yet another, while Miss Abigail watched . m 1 1.1 a tnem ironi aoove wun iasi growing anger. They then took a leisurely survey of tbe house, evidently undecided what to do next "I wish I could hear what they're saying, ' said the spinster, vexedly. "I heard 'all gone to cnurcn i nai one in a reu amri saia it. i expect they'll set a battering ram next. I'll keep sun as long as i can." Instead of proceeding to any extremje measures, however, the men calmly lighted a couple ot pipes, during which operation they more than once laughed uproariously. Meanwhile Miss Abigail and Mollie followed their course through the chambers, the former still carrying tbe gun. Having come back to their original starting point, they held another consultation, after which, to th) amazement of the watchers, they went off to tbe barn. "I'd like to know what that's for," ejaculated Miss Abigail, at her wit's end. "They'll steal that other horse, or else they'll get something and break a window up here; and there's no knowing what those men down cellar are about." All was quiet for a time, the stillness being only broken by tbe groans of Grandma Rlcton. The intruders were nowhere to he teen. Finally Mollie, reconnoitering from an attic window, discovered thai they had entered the corn barn by means of a rear window, had opened the door, and were seated upon two barrels, smoking. "Mercy on us!" exclaimed Miss Abigail, glancing at the clock and then sinking into a chair, "here It's ten minutes of 12 o'clock, and Jonathan and Martha coming borne without a thought of what's happened. Jonathan'll drive right round tbat corn barn as sure as fate and into the barn. They'll be there lying in wait for him. They're sitting just where they can see the whole length of the road, and they mean to do tbe sly. They'll murder him and go off with the plunder in the wagon that's all!" "But, aunt, you knew we can rush eut and warn him when he s at the foot of tbe hill: and he'll have Uncle Nathan's pistol." "Not he! I never anew Jonathan Price to do anything the day he .aid be was going to; and he's an old man no match for those two wretches. They just mean to kill him aDd have their own way. There, they've shut the corn barn door. I told you so.j It did seem mysterious that the two lien should have shut themseWes in the corn barn. Misa Abigail needed no further tvi dence of their evil intentions. I 'Mollie," she said solemnly, "there's only just one thing to do. You must run across lots and mtet Jonathan and ' tell him to bring home two or three of the Clark hoys with him. We ve got these people In the cellar to dispose of. Tell them to hurry,! for If Bridget isn't dead already she's pretty near that; I'd go myself, but I can't leave you here alone. I'll let you out by the front door, and you can creep along behind the walls." "But what if they should chase nre?" gained Mollie. t "They won't see you; they've shut the door, and you needn t run across the open fields." "But aunt. I shall have to go out front, and those men in the cellar will be sure to see me. They must be watching; if they should they might hre at me." Miss Abigail was only posed for a moment "Well. I'll tell you. Put on a pair of Jon athan's pantaloons and his coat Tuck your hair up under this straw hat, and If they see you they'll think it is one of their accomplices. Hurry, now. it is almost 12 o'clock." It was no use to remonstrate. Mollie was hurried np stairs, not knowipg whether to laugh or cry, and too much frightened to do either, and was put into the be tore mention ed garments; then, without a moment's de lay, she was pushed down to tbe front door. "Hurry, now!" said Mbs Abigail, fill have that gun up at tbe front window, and if one Of em chases you 1 11 fire at him." "Don't!" cried Mollie, horror stricken at the prospect "You'll hit me Instead, won't eo unless you " ' "Well, well, run along," and the front door was cautiously opened and was j can tiously closed, and Mollie ran under the shelter of the east wall. Uncle and Aunt Price, peacefully jogging homeward in the autumn sunlight, were amazed to see a nondescript figure suddenly appear from a clump of bushes at the foot of the bill. "Lord! what's that?" said Uncle Price, du blously. pulling up Elijah. "It's a crazy critter!" exclaimed Aunt Price. "Do go along, Jonathan." "It looks more like a running scarecrow. Stop, Martby. don't touch that horse it seems to me those clothes look natural." Ina,raoment more tbe apparition, clearing the wall at a bound, actually tbrew itself into tbe wagon. The amazement and atnue ment of the worthy couple were nipped in kUC VUU U U 9WI J US frUV OVttl - Wl V W had to ell. however. "I didn't get the pistols," said uncle Price, remorsefully. "1 got so sorter calmed down aft-r bearing tbe sermon. I'll stop at Clark's. liuddup, l'.iijihr Elijah, induced by a tborn bush, did buddup, and in about fifteen minntes they drove up to Mr. Price's farm with three stout men in tbe back of the wagon. ' All was quiet. House aud barn seemed uninhabited, uncle Price, rendered warlike by his reinforce

ments, drove straight to tbe corn barn, and

after careful survey began to dismount "I'erhaps the door on. the other side Is open," suggested Clark, senior, whose quick eye had detected two wreaths of smoke curl ing faintly around the corner cf the build ing. "I guess they're only tramps. TheT take it pretty cool, anyhow." A hearty, rollicking laugh rolline outfron behind the-closed door caused unc)e Price to stop and stare blankly around, then to jump to me gronna ana throw open the barn door precipitately, In spite of a warniag from Miss Abigail, who had approached from the house. There were the two causes of the disturbance, oae calmly tated back on the barrel, the other in the midst of a heartv laugh. "Je-ru-salem!" cried Uncle Price, dashim his hat to the ground in the extremity of his astonishment "David Henry!' explanations ensued. The new comers were two seafaring nephews of Uncle Price, who had come down "between times" to see how the farm stood it and had taken ut quarters in tbe corn barn, meaning to sur prise tne iamiiy on their return. "Took us for burelars." ejaculate! David Henry, going off into another laugh, which communicated itself first to Un:le Price then t Aunt Price, then to the Clarks in succession, Aunt Abigail alone remaining sober. "You've forgotten Bridget" she remarked briefly, when she could make herself heard. Uncle Price s good natured face lengthened I considerably, and he started for tbe kitchen, preceded, nowever, by the Impulsive' David Henry, who rushed into the open kitchen door like a whirlwind, and, unconscious of snags ahead, pitched headlong over the clothesline,-which was stretched across the room. "Hello, there T' said Uncle Price, alarmed at the clatter which his nephew's boots made among the milk pans on the dresser- "Are you hurt?" David Henry picked himself up, mutter ing something which had an oath in it about "catunes and rigging," but deigned no further answer. All parties being dow upon the Hcene, Uncle Peter cut the clothesline and essayed to open the cellar door, but this was easier said then done. Bridget s fright wasas great as ever. It required the combined strength of the two Clarks to force the door; which being done, they discovered Bridget on the lower stair, with not a particle of color in her Irishface, and her tongue cleaving to the roof of her mouth with terror. If any artist had denicteil the various atti tudes of tbe various persons gathered around the cellar door the picture would have made his fortune. Clark senior was the first to perceive the comedy of the affair, and a broad grin gradually spread itself over his face, which was mirrored on the countenance cf bis two sons. In one minute the kitchen was ringing with a universal and prolonged burst of laughter. One fact remains to be stated: that is. that Bridget left the farm the next day. Mhs Abigail says little concerning burglars, and less concerning fire arms. Whenever she does Uncle Price merely alludes to "that Sunday morning's experience." KELIUIOVS KOTES. The Vfttional local preachers' association of the Methodist church will hold Its annual meeting at Trenton, N. J. October 20, 29. A conference of all Lutheran ministers in North Carolina is to be held, the object being to bring tbe various branches of the church closer together. The presbytery of Shenango, Penn., has suspended the Rev. R. G.Graves, D. D.. from the ministry and the communion of the church for drunkenness. , Thirteen presbyteries have voted oa the the new plan for reduced representation in the Presbyterian general assembly, eight in favor of it and five against it Tbre annual business meeting of the National camp meeting association will beheld in Philadelphia November It). Plans" for meeting next cummer will be considered. The Rev. J. H. Gray, D. D., of La Grange, Tenn., died recently, at an advanced Kre. He was a well known and greatly loved minister of the fcouihern Presbyterian churchy By the will of James B. Hosmer, of Hartford, the Congregational theological seminary in that city will receive about $100,0)0 Yanous benevolent societies will receive small bequests. The Rev. Dr. Somerville, the Scottish evangelist, who has just completed an evangelistic tour in Australia, is now in this country on his way home. He preached in Philadelphia last Sunday. The Rev. Isaac R. Worcester, D.D.,is soon to retire from the editorship of the Missionary Herald of the American board. He will be succeeded by the Rev. Elnathan . Strong, of Walthara', Mass. The Roman Catholic cathedral of Columbus, Ohio, is to be consecrated October 20 by Bishop Rosecrans. Tbe archbishop of Cincinnati and Bishops Kain and Chatard will take part in the ceremonies. There are In New Jersey 205 Presbyterian churches, 30(5 ministers, 45,104 communicants and 53,405 Sunday-3chool scholars. The different borJs received the past year $129,200 24, and $072,104 was given . for congregational purposes. The Rev. Dr. Manning, who was to have preached the annual Bermon before the American board at Milwaukee last week, was sick, and unable to leave Boston. The Rev. Mr. Jessup, of 8yria, filled the gap with a missionary address. Thus far 43 ministers have died of yellow fever, of whom 29 were Protestants. Among the latter was the Rev. E. D. Miller, Baptist, of Holly Springs. Catholics have asserted that every Protestant pastor in tbat town deserted bis flock, but Mr. Miller, at least did not until death carried him off. There are several isolated bodies of Free Baptists in this country, the largest of which is the Freewill branch in New Kngland and the west There is now a movement toward a union - of all these bodies. It L not inv' probable that a national convention will be called in a year or two to effect this object. The western conference of Geraian Baptists has been held In Muscatine. Iowa. There are 60 churches connected with the conference, with 3,870 member. There are also 65 Sunday-schools, with 3,520 children. Last year 24 missionaries labored in different parts of the field, and 225 baptisms were reported. The Catholic Advocate claims that the church has made considerable progress among tbe negroes of tbe south, and that there are flourishing colored cburcheiof that faith in several of the principal cities of tbe south. The facts are, however, that the cooretl membership of the Catholic church is quite small. The Missionary union (Baptist) is sending out several new missionaries. -The R -v. 8. W. Nichols and wife i jin the Telnza mis sion, and tbe Rev. Charles D. King and Miss Miriam Rusell tbe ruhsion in Assam. The Rev. J. X. Elwell, of Pennsylvania, and Miss R. E. BaUon sail for Bassein; Miss Emua A. Ambrose goes to Toungoo, and Mr. Bog re a u to the Rangoon theological seminary. The Rev. W. U. Roberts and wife sail forBahmoo.

THREE SOS NETS.

The nlghtengale sings on the tawth or tree: Tbe nightingale is singing In th wood; But In tbe hurried beating of mv blood A sweeter voice Is singing ntoine, A glad, triumphant music, never to be Silent henceforth. Was it last rJght I stood, Death in my sonl, and searched tbe sky to see One friendly tar to cheer my solitude? Who dreams how near is heaven to hell? I stand To-night in a blaze of stars, ray heart aflame. Bung to by pounds straying from unseen spheres, And all for a little thing a woman's band, A woman's voice that caUed me by my name, A woman who kissed me, smlll'.vg through her tears. Oh! the rare grace of God's gooct world when en With eyes klsHed into life by love The grace Unutterable, which thou hast bid me trace In the roe petaht.the mossy husk of green, where the buds paler pinkblushes between! Sweet, thou art, nature's prieste and thy place Is where she reigns, for, passionless and serene Thou sbowest me thy Goa In a blade of grass; Adrop of dew; a wooly tuft on the soray; A flower's death, when the wind lings out its knell, I ga in thy clear eyes ulna f lass; But, though I listen, thy speech seems far away, Like the sea murmuring in a hollow shell. I look upon thee aud 1 comprehend v iw luuer anowieage ail uod's mysteries, Tbe weird charm of the rockinjr moon lit was: au norrowiui cnoir or singing winds that blend. Sad voices la the dead of night ; the end Of Love. Whate'er our wrathful destinies That we part not, O sister, and lover, and friend, God, who has given thee to me, must surely please; Thou art my second self from whom I hide Nothing; the eyes by which I judge and see; ThebeMrtand brain wherewith my own divine. IJae two fair rivers moving side by eld , Distinct, not mixed, yet in harmony Most perfect, so thy life glides on with mine. Temple- Bar. WIT AND I1U1IOB. Getting left The summer resorts. A cold in the head is apt to lead to blows. "Won at Last" The shoemaker's money. As wall papers come down in price they go np on the walls. Remember Lot's wire, anl avoid letting anything turn you head. Would you refer to the religion ef the printer's 'devil" as imp piety? Why Is a woodpecker like a tramp? Answer: Because he bores for his grub. When you cut give me a food deal, said the hungry uchre player. New York Mail. Dean Stanley astonished tome Bostonians by telling them that he had never explored Africa. About 3C7 newspapers will remark that the Afghanistan trouble is ameer trifle. Philadelphia Bulletin. Said the young man's ear to the young man, (quotisg Brutus): "Must I give way and room to your rash collar? ' CoomtI to witness: ."You're a nice sort of fellow, you are!" Witness: "I'd say the same to you, sir, on'y I'm on my oath!" The washer-woman's motto Is "soap on, soap ever." Boston Post Sornetimes it is 'slop on, slop over." N. H. Reg. Joint debate: The one held between the heads of tbe house on whether this piece of stove-pipe will lit that. Chicago Journal. There is a Hell street in Paris. It is pavtdin the usual way. Keokuk Constitution. With good Indentions? New Haven Register. Queen Victoria asked the king of Siam if he-would like to be decorated, and the old fellow said, "Yes, if you'll take me just as Siam." Boston Post. When an artist climbs over a fence to get a nearor view of a handsDme bulldog, Ije must take the chances of his sketching the dog, or the dog's ketching him. A borglar broke into A New Jersey house, devoured a quantity of mince meat and dropped dead at tbe gate. Nevertheless, pas that pie. Detroit Free Press. "Dere was only a leedle difference between us," said a burly Teuton, who had just horsewhipped another. "1 vas oxhlJed und he vas cowhided dot's all." Puck. A justice of the peace of Arizona ruled out tbe evidence of all witnesses, chased both lawyers out of doors, knocked the plaintiff over a bench, and decided "no cause of action." . An old granger, who came into town to purchase a piano for his daughter, asked the agent if he hadn't one wl.h a handle in the end, "so we can all give it a turn once in a while." They pulled the boots off a man before they burled him in Dead wood the other day, causing the local paper to come out in a severe article denouncing ''extravagance at funerals." A nlprtrcman who a rwentlv railed nn to hold services in tha st&te rtriaon at ftmi? Sing, prefaced his remark) to the prisoners by saying that he was "glad to see so large a number present." An editor with nine unmarried daughters was recently made unjustly indignant by the misconstruction his con temporaries put upon his able leader on "Tbe Demand for Men." Burlington Hawkeye. Editors like brevity, but a ntan who was recently hung in Indiana suited them too well. He made no remarks about heaven, but nodded to the preacher and said: 'Til see you later," and then tbe trap fell. The Jorristown Herald wants to send the nine-wived man to jail for 250 years, because no fair minded gentleman would try to make a corner In wives until Dr. Mary Walker and Mr. Tilden bad each secured one. A lecturer, addressing a mechanics' insti tute, contended that "art could not improve nature," when one of the audience set the whole assembly in a rear by exclaiming, 'How would you look without your wig?" A Chicago girl left Cape- May the other day wearing five different eneagpnient rings. She goes in for Troy weight insU-ad of love. This is one of tbe D-Troy t Free Press weightiest jokes. New York Commercial Advertiser. Fussy and partially de i.f officer, inspecting stables "Ah, Smith, what on earth have von been cleaning your harness witi?" Smith "NotbiDg, sir."' OScer "Ah, then don't d it with that agiiln; see how it rots the leather." i un. The cooks in Boton have struck fryer wages. Graphic. Their Interests were prob ably at steak. Boston Post. That is well aor i . i ii i i ti.i i rri t aeri'ewen. vomoirrciiti uuiieiin. iu outness, in fact, being overdone and good situations rare. Boston Advertiser. Feathers will be nn'.venally worn this winter. Fashion Item. If the American people are going to tako to feathara universally they will be a tarnation sight worse stuck up than ever. Philadelphia Bulletin.

Fitch in, old boy. We shall stick to thia country, feather or no. Cincinnati Saturday Night. ' They are working political coe-nndrumj at London minstrel shows. This goes well with the audience. One of the corner men asks: "How could you convert Mr. Gladstone into a conservative?" Tlw reply is: "Spin him round and round until he becomes DIxzy." When Benjamin Franklin arrived1 in Philadelphia he calmly walked np the street with a loaf of bread under bis arm. But bo couldn't do it newadays. Somebody wo-sld steal his bread before he got half a block away frorx the river. Philadelphia Chronicle. A poem commences, ''Under the willows he's lying." He must be a tramp. They lie under all sorts of trees One was discovered lying under an axletree the other morning. The owner of the wagon made him wheelright round and leave. Norris town Herald. From Scotland Yard Sergeant: "How'e this, Jones? What do you mean by coming on duty unshaved?" Jones: "I'm a-growin of my beard, sir." Sergeant: "Then you must get up earlier and do it, or or. Anyhow, you must not grow it while on dooty." Funny Folks. ' The Chicago Times asserts that the pick pockets who visited the city flaring the firemen's tournament have all drowned themselves in disgust at the discovery that for three days they had been operating in a community where every man had taken advantage of the bankrupt act. That artist on the Graphic who has the handling of pictures of war always has three or four officers in front of the men, waving their swords and foaming at the mouth. Some one should teli him that infantry officers are always in the rear of the line, and they never forget their positions, either. A Minnesota preacher is discounting on. "Who is the Devil, Where is the Devil, and How the Devil Can be Overcome," and the Detroit Free Press calls the attention of the Chicago Times to th personal assault. The. old, old Storey. Give a man a bad dog and hang him. New York Commercial Advertiser. Askeptic, who was badgering a 6imple minded old man about a miracle and Balaam's ass, finally said : "How la it possible for an ass to talk like a man?" "Well," replied an honest old believer, with meaning emphasis, "I don't see why it ain't as easy for an ass to talk like a man as it is for a man to talk like an ass."

Having bf en presented with Bosnia Austria is now fighting for it. "To you, John,M said auying man, -i will give 10,000 " "Why, miner, saia the son, "you know you haven't a dollar in th world " "fir I haven't," exclaimed the indulgent father. you must wore ior it, John yoa must work for it!" Graphic At a public readin? recpnilv nrVn was attempting to recite a part of Bailie aicwi jarvie, dui wun lnainerent success. A. Drawnyocoun tne audience, indignant at the rntless murder of his nativa tnnim bawled out, "Whaurs yer awksent, munr w ny. you ve got it!" answered tbe eockrrpy, tottrerntcBg delight of the audience. The Virginia City Chronicle is led to belieVO 111 At tha rhronir hArrnwaraara afiin ew sharper every day. "Have you pot change ior or' asked one over tner. "CVrtainly," said an innocent looking fellow, who pulled out a handful of silver. "Then loan me $2 50," said the other without a tremor m his voice, and he nailed the coin right there. An item on its way around states tbat Dr. Babcock, the inventor of tbe chemical engine, is a drunken outcast in Oakland, CaL It seems that this statement is bligbtly inCorrect in several trifling particulars: (1) Babcock is not a doctor; (2) he never was in California; (3) he is a professor of chemistry in a Boston medical college; (4) he don't drink; (5) ; but these facts are sufficient to throw a tinge of suspicion on the item from California. A colored brother was telling his . young friend that he ought to gine the church, tiaid George: "I would, but de temptation to do wrong ia loo fctrong for me." "Wliar's yer backbone, dat yer can't rose up an' stand temptation," exclaimed Brother Peter. "I was dat way myself once. Right in dis yere town I bad a chance to steal a pa'r of boots mighty fine oces, too. Nobody was dar to see me, and I reached out my hand and de debbil aaid take 'em. Den a good spirit whispered to me to let dem boots alone." "An' ycu didn't take 'em?" "No, sah not much. I took a pa'r o' cheap shoes off de shelf, and I leffdem boots alone!" 'Father, Yon Have Sbot Me. Howard Lake (Minn.) Advocate. About a week ago tbe store of Messrs. Jones & Wildung was entered by burglars and a number of articles stolen, but the affair was not given publicity at the time for obvious reasons. Since that time two of the force have remained in the store, prepared for the second arrival of the thieves, if they should attempt to enter. Laet night Mr. Jones and his son Albert remained in the store, occupying a bed Improvised for the occasion upon the floor, at the end of a clothing counter standing in tbe middle of tbe floor. About 3 o'clock this morning they were awakened by a noise, which appeared like tbe attempt of some one to remove a pane of glass. This caused both of them to rise up.- Mr. Jones asked his son if it would not be well to &r his . revolver, and thus alarm them if any one was trying to enter; the son replied that the better way would be to keep quiet, at the same time left his position by his father's side, crept cautiously along the counter spoken of above, and when at a distance of about 14 feet from him, suddenly came in between his father and the front windows, where his shadowy outline could; be distinguished. The father, never thinking for a moment that his son had left his tide, but supposing tke object before hi a to be a burglar, discharged his revolver, when the son fell, exclaiming, "Father, you hav shot me." A physician was at once called, and upon examination it was found that tbe ball ball entered the lower part of the body, m tbe npper part of tbe sacral region, on the M t side of the spinal column, producing a Ber ious but by no means a dangerous wound. A "w People It is claimed that a new people has "been discovered in a district of India. The are 3urmiicd to be descendants of tbe Jew, sent into that land by Solomon to capture elephants and work in the gold mines " They call themselves sons of Israel, not J xs, and declare that tbey . have apograph grayer booki written by the Patriarchs, aij d also a written Bible, although Hebrew his become almost a dead language to tlneai. They observe tbe Sabbath, but know nothing c the passover and day of atonement They tell a number of extraordinary stories which would be interesting, if true; hut the great probability is that they are merely boasting, and entertain no rttpect for tbe ninth commandment It would be pretty bard, in th-'e skeptical age, to establish a belief that relies for Its acceptance on King Solomon, I whom many persons regard as a mere myth.