Jasper Republican, Volume 1, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 July 1875 — Page 1

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THE SEWS.

The consumption of postal cards for the present fiscal year it is estimated will be 136,000,000. Two of the Japanese Commissioners to represent the interests of that country at the Centennial Exposition have arrived in Washington. <* The great University boat-race at Saratoga, N. Y., on the 14th was won by the Cornell University crew, Ithaca, N. Y., Columbia coming in second; Harvard, third; Dartmouth, fourth; Wesleyan, fifth; Yale, sixth. Thirteen colleges participated, Bowdoin coming in tenth. The distance was three miles ; time of winners, 16:53 minutes. This is the second victory this year for Cornell, their Freshman crew having won the race the day previous. About 750 Mormons, en route for Utah from Europe, arrived in New York on the 14th. Between 500 and 600 of them are adults, including a large number of young women. The feat of walking 300 miles in ninetyeight hours and fifteen minutes was recently accomplished at Schenectady, N. Y., by W. H. Craft. Baltimobe is excited over the marriage in that city of a scion of English nobility —a possible candidate for the British throne—to a colored woman. The bridegroom is a direct descendant of the Plantagenet family of England. The President has ordered that, until the result of the labor of the Commissioners to treat with the Indians is known, all parties of citizens who attempt to go to the Black Hills country, on the present Indian reservation, be prevented from going, and that those who are now there be forcibly expelled.

Messrs. Moody and Sankey, the evangelists, leave England for the United States on the 4th of August. According to London dispatches of the 15th heavy rains had lately occurred in various parts of England and Wales. Rivers had overflowed their banks, drowning several persons and much live stock, and entirely destroying a factory and several dwellings. Lambert Brothers & Scott, of London, coal merchants, failed on the 15th with $1,000,000 liabilities. An insurrection has broken out near Bhamo, in Burmah. A St. Petersburg letter to the London Standard says the Russian city of Morschansk was recently destroyed. Over 200 lives were lost and more than 2,000 were seriously burned. It was thought that over 1,000 buildings had been destroyed, valued at 5,000,000 roubles. The July returns to the Department of Agriculture show an improvement of the crops during June in all the cotton States except Texas. The Suffrage Committee in the Connecticut Legislature reported on the 15th in favor of allowing women to vote in Presidential elections. *

The National Division of the Sons of Temperance, at Providence, R. 1., on the 15th, rejected the proposition to authorize colored divisions. The Kings County (N. Y.) Grand Jury have indicted Joseph Loeder and John J. Price for peijury. A Beaver (Utah) dispatch of the 14th says John D. Lee had decided to turn State’s evidence, and would be a witness for the prosecution, and make a full statement of all he knows of the Mountain Meadow massacre. The trial had been set for the 19th. The amount of coin and bullion in the Bank of England is greater than ever before. The provinces of Valencia and Castellon were free from Carlist troops. The insurrection is confined to the mountains of Navarre and the Basque and Catalonian provinces. The first sample of new wheat was exhibited on ’Change in New York city on the:ft>th.

The Roman Catholic clergymen of Lawrence, Mass., hare recently issued a card condemning the late riot in that city, and expressing a hope that the ringleaders may be suitably punished. Loeder, indicted for perjury in connection with the Tilton-Beecher case, was arraigned in the Brooklyn court on the 16th, and pleaded “ not guilty.” JMce was not arraigned. The United States Grand Jury in St. Louis on the 15th and 16th found nearly thirty indictments of persons connected with the so-called whisky-ring. Prof. Donaxdson, the aeronaut attached to Barnum’s Hippodrome, made his second trip from Chicago on the 15th accompanied by Mr. Newton S. Grim wood, a reporter of the Chicago Journal. " 'the balloon took a northeasterly course, sailing over the lake in the direction of Muskegon, Mich. About seven o’clock in the evening it was seen by a schooner about thirty miles northeast of Chicago, at which time it was skimming the surface of the lake. The schooner followed after it until it was observed to rise suddenly into the air, when the chase was abandoned. A very severe gale sprang up about midnight, and, as no further tidings had been received in Chicago up to the morning ol the 17th, grave apprehensions were felt for the safety of the aeronauts. It was the opinion of experts that the balloon could not have reached the Michigan shore before the storm burst upon it, and that the aeronauts perished in the lake. It is said that the balloon was a rotten, patched-up affair. The German Government has ordered that declaration of submission by Catholic clergymen to the new laws shall be kept

THE JASPER REPUBLICAN.

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strictly secret, to secure thou from Ultramontane penecstion. Lady Fbaxxlin. widow of Sir John Franklin, t|»fe Arctic explorer, died in London on fSe nfght of the 18th. About 12,000 persons assembled in Hyde Park, London, on die night of the 18th and adopted resolutions protesting against the grant of £150,000 to the Prince of Wales for his journey to India. A Bah Sebastian dispatch of the 18th says the Carlists had begun the bombardment of Puigcerda. The Typographical Union of Washington has, by a vote of 146 to 46, decided not to comply with the demand of employing printers for a reduction of rates for composition. Euhbuke, one of Brigham Young’s wives, died on the 17th. The wife of Hemy Peden, of Indianapolis, Jnd., used kerosene oil to kindle a fire on the 17th, and was fatally burned. Information was received at Washington on the 18th that the St. Louis United States District Court Grand Jury had indicted Chief Clerk Avery, of the Treasury Department, for complicity with St. Louis distillers in whisky frauds. Geo. N. Jackson, the cashier of Collector of Internal Revenue Buckner, of the Louisville (Ky.) District, recently poisoned himself. Since his death he has been discovered to be in default in his cash to the extent of about $75,000. No tidings from Messrs. Donaldson and Grimwood, the aeronauts, had been received in Chicago up to the morning of the 19th. A vessel Captain reported having seen something floating in the water which had the appearance of being a lifepreserver and a basket, and another Cap. tain thinks he saw the body of a man in the lake off Grand Haven. The report that Donaldson’s balloon was a rotten and poor affair is indignantly denied by the persons to whom it belonged.

THE MARKETS.

NEW YORK. Lms Stock.—Beef Cattle —$11.50®13.75. BoasLive, $7.5037.6754. Sheep—Live, $4.0035.75. Breadstuff*.—Floor —Good to choice, $5,603 6.00; white wheat extra, $6.0536-75. Wheat—No. 2 Chicago, $1.1931.1954; No. 3 Northwestern, $1.1931.21*4; No. 2 Milwaukee spring, $1,233 1.24. Rye—9oc3slo7. Barley—sl.Bs3l.3o. Corn —Mixed Western, 8038454 c. Oats—Mixed Western, 64365 c. Provisions. Pork—New Mess, $20.45® 20.75. Lard—l3x3lßs4c. Cheese—s®l2>4c. Woon.—Domestic Fleece, 50363 c. CHICAGO. Lira Stock.—Beeves—Choice, $6.0036.25; good, $5.5035.80; medium, $4.7535.80; butchers’ stock, $3.5034.50; stock cattle, $3,003 3.75. Hogs—Live, $7.0037.20. Sheep—Good to choice, $4.0034.50. Provisions. —Butter —Choice, 21®25c. Eggs— Fresh, 1431454 c. Pork—New Mess, $19.26® 19.30. Lard—513.12313.15. Bkbabstuffs.—Flour—White winter extra, $5.50®7.25; spring extra, $4.7535.26. Wheat —Bpring, No. 2, $1.0754310754. Corn-No. 2, 67*4 @6Bc. Oats—No. 2, 49*4360c. Barley—No. 2, $1.1731.20. Rye—No. 2, $1.0131.02. Lukbkk. —First clear, $45.00346.00; second clear, $43.00345.00; Common Boards, $10,003 11.00; Fencing, $10.00311.00; “A” Shingles, $2,653-3.00; Lath, $1.7532.00. CINCINNATI. Breadstuffs.—Flour—ss.2s3s.3s. Wheat—Red, $1.2231-27. Corn—6B©69*4c. Rye—99c® SI.OO. Oats—s736oc. Barley—No. 2, $1.1831-20. Provisions. —P0rk—519.75320.00. Lard —1354 314*4 c. ST. LOUIS. Liti Stock.—Beeves—Good to choice, $5,853 6.25. Hogs-Llve, $6.5537.25. Breadstuff's.—Flour —XX Fall, $4.7535.00. Wheat—No. 2 Red Fall, $1.265431.27. CornNo. 8,6654367 c. Oats—No. 2, 60®61c. RyeNo. 2,90391 c. Barley—No. 2, $1.1831.20. Provisions.—Pork—Mess, $20.25320.8754. Lard —1254313 c. MILWAUKEE. Breadstuffs.—Flour—Spring XX, $4.5034.75. Wheat—Spring No.l, $1.1231.1254; No. 2, $1.09 31 0954. Corn—No. 2,6736754 c. Oats—No. 2, 5054 351 c. Rye—No. 1,9354394 c. Barley—No. 2, 99c351-00. DETROIT. Breadstuffs.—Wheat Extra, $1.305431.31. Corn—No. 1,68371 c. Oats—No. 1,57368 c. TOLEDO. Breadstuffs. —Wheat —Amber Mich., $1.2454 31.25; No. 2 Red, $1.2331.28*4- CornHigh Mixed, 7354374 c. Oats—No. 2,5735754 c. CLEVELAND. Breadstuffs.—Wheat—No. 1 Red, $1.2454 31.25; No. 2 Red, $1.19*431.20. Corn—High Mixed, 71®72c. Oats—No. 1,60361 c. BUFFALO. Live Stock. —Beeves Live, $7.2537.40. Sheep—Live, $4.9035.25. EAST LIBERTY. Live Stock.—Beeves—Best, $6.7537.00; medium, $5.7536.00. Hogs Yorkers, $7,253 7.50; Philadelphia, $7.5037.75. Sheep—Best, $4.7535.00; medium, $4.0034.50.

A Present to the Man He Robbed.

The Virginia (Nev.) Chronicle relates this incident: “ About two years and a half ago Col. Stone, of this city, was on his way one evening in a buggy from Silver City, when he was stopped and robbed by a highwayman, who afterward proved to be Darling, alias Rattlesnake Dick. Among the articles which Cpl. Stone surrendered were a valuable gold watch and chain. He at once commenced the work of trying to identify the thief, and prosecuted the work with such success that Rattlesnake Dick was detected through being in possession of the watch and chain. He was convicted and sent to the State Prison at Carson for several years. Yesterday Col. Stone received from Darling a cribbage-board of beautiful workmanship, which he manufactured in prison himself. On one end is carved a picture of a man with a pistol, stopping two horses attached to a buggy, representing the robbers, and beneath it are cut the words, ‘ Darling vs. Btone.’ On the other end are the words, * Stone vs. Darling,’ and above is a man with a ball and chain attachedip his leg, with a mallet and chisel in his hand cutting a block of stone. The cribbage-board is of elegant design and finish, and shows considerable artistic skill on the part of Rattlesnake Dick.” To the blessed eternity itself there is no other handle than this instant

OUR AIM: TO FEAR GOD, TELL THE TRUTH AND MAKE MONEY.

RENSSELAER, INDIANA, FRIDAY, JULY 23, 1875.

THE GRAVE'S VOICES. [From the German.] Sunk as in dreams, and lost in anxious thought. My footsteps brought me to this lonely spot. To whom belongs the field? this flowery bed? “ The dead.” Enter thou in, my soul; why shonldst thou fear? Nought but sweet buds and flowers are blooming here. Whence comes the essence from these sweet perfumes? “ From tombs.” See here, O man! where all thy paths must end, However varied be the way they wend, Listen! the dead leaves speak; ay, hear thou must: “ To dust.” Where are the careless hearts that on the earth Trembled in pain, or beat so high in mirth? Those in whose breasts the flame of hatred smoldered? “ Moldered.” Where are the mighty who take life by storm ? Who e’en to heaven’s heights wild wishes form? What croak the ravens on yon moss-grown wall? “ Buried all.” Where are the dear ones in Death’s cold sleep lying, To whom Love swore a memory undying? What wail yon cyprees-trees?—oh, hear’st thou not? “ Forgot.” To see where these ones passed, did no eye crave? May no wild longing pierce beyond the grave? The fir-trees shake their weird heads one by one: “ None, none.” The evening wind amid the trees is sighing, Fettered in dreams, my saddened soul is lying, The twilight falls, the red glow paleth fast—“’Tis past.” — Chamber*' Journal.

THE SONG THE TEA-KETTLE SANG.

The tea-kettle was humming something that sounded like this, and started Nora, who was half-asleep by the fire: Puff, puff, puff, steam, steam, steam! Wake, little maiden, out of your dream, There’s a beggar at the door; Steam, steam, steam, puli; puff, puff! On the table there’s sapper enough For one little maiden more. “ Dear me!” said she to herself, “ I did not hear anyone at the door. What a funny tay-kettle! I believe, after all, it’s telling a story.” But no; for, sure enough, when she opened the door there sat a forlorn little being on the step, with white hair that looked like thistle-down, and so long and tangled that it hid her face entirely. All that Nora could see of her was her head and a bit of old cloak, -and, as she remarked afterward; “ The white reminded her, for all the world, of a tall thistlestalk in the autumn, that had caught and was clinging to a bit uv rags.” ‘‘Come in and warm yourself, won’t you ?” said she, half afraid of the weird little object. The child arose without a word and followed her into the room. Nora placed her a seat by the fire, and she spread out her tiny purple hands to catch the heat with an air of great satisfaction. “ I wonder if the taykettle conjured her up, sure,” thought Nora. “ She might be a steam sprite, if there be any such, but indade I niyer heard of the like.” She was the possessor of a learned volume which went very deeply into fairy lore; hut it did not mention anything of the kind.

“ Where do you live, sure ? Did ye get lost, poor little thing?” she questioned the child. “ I live down by the wharf and I didn’t get lost, only a dog stole my basket with all I had for the day in it, and I don’t dare to go home. Aunty whips me when I don’t carry anything home, and she’d kill me for losing the basket,” said the mite, in a precise, piping little tongne. “What’s yername, thin?” said Nora, her rosy Irish face all ashine with sympathy. “Mamma used to call me Tina,” said she, “but aunt calls me Mary.” “And where is the mother, that ye live with the aunt?” “ She said she was going to heaven, but they took her away in a box. I suppose they carried her there, though they didn’t go up when I saw them. She was sick, oh, such a long time! and I wanted her to go because she said she shouldn’t he sick any more, but he happy with papa,” said the little thing, solemnly. “ And the aunt is a cruel thafe of a woman and sends ye out a-begging, with your poor bits of toes to the ground, in weather like this! Bad ’cess to an aunt like that! I’d lave her to herself, entirely. You shall stay with me to-night, anyway, We’re poor enough ourselves, me mother and I. Me mother lives oat in a hotel* She use to be cook and made lots o’ money, but then she got sick, being over the fire so much, and now she only helps the cook and does little odd jobs, and little wages she gets. I worruk, too. I’m cashgirl at Haberly’s, and, with what we both earrun, we get along. Me mother sleeps with me nights, Mid to-night, coz ’tis Saturday night, she’s coming to supper. It’s her I’m kaping the table for.” “ Will she like to have me here?” said the child, looking anxiously toward the door. “ Sure she will. Me mother has the kind heart Don’t you fear, me dear. How could anybody shut their doors on the like o’ yon? Yo*’ll look like a bit of fairy.” Just then the door opened, and a woman with a kind face, very like Nora’s, entered the room. “ Here’s me mother,” said Nora,spring-

ing up gladly. “ Mother, see what a nice little company I’ve get.” “ Nice indade,” said Mrs. Murphy, patting the corn-silk head “ And who might sheVmedear?”^"” “ Her name’s Tina, and she lives with her aunt, and her aunt is cruel and hates her; and, mother, I’m going to kape her with me—for a while, at least She’s lost her basket, and doesn’t dare to go home' and the weather is cowldP’ said honest Nora, all in one breath. “ Well, well, we’ll see about it, me dew; but now let us take a bit o’ something to eat, if the tay’s all ready.”

Tina seemed pleased with the little flowered plate Nora placed for her. Her eyes were as bright and wide as stars, and she seemed more than content with her surroundings, but she could not eat. * “Maybe you had your dinner late?” said Nora, anxiously. “ I don’t have dinners,” piped Tina; “ I only has breakfasts and suppers.” “I’m afraid the child’s going to be sick. Her cheeks are so flushed like, and her eyes is too bright,” said Mrs. Murphy.

But Tina said she wasn’t sick, and she liked to look at the pretty room, and the red flowers on the paper. “ The paper do be pretty. I put it on myself, dear,” said Mrs. Murphy. “ But you will be sick if you don’t take a bit. I always know me Nora’s going to be sick when she don’t care for her supper.” “ Do you know, mother, that tay-kettle’s found speech for itself? It woke me up a talking and Singing away this very night,” said Nora, earnestly. “It made a sort o’ song about somebody’s being at the door, and there being room at the table for one more. And sure enough there was Tina at the door, though I hadn’t heard her at all!” “Och, you were dreaming, me dear; tay-kettles don’t spake.” “ Why, no, ’twasn’t exactly spakin’,” said Nora; “ it was just singing along a sort o’ song.” It was a fearfully cold night, and as it grew later the wind arose Mid blew fearfully. Mrs. Murphy bad thought of taking Tina home herself, as they had but one bed, and that one hardly wide enough for two; but she could not have the heart to take such a frail-looking thing out into such bitter cold. But warm-hearted Nora would have slept on the hard floor herself rather than have her brave that dangerous aunt, to say nothing of the cold, for, aside from the pity she felt for her, she took a great fancy to the child. She told her fairy stories until bed-time —the wonderful adventures of that sagacious youth, Jack the Giant Killer, the fascinating story of Puss in Boots, and the perils and triumphs of those valuable philanthropists, the Seven Champions of Christendom. Tina’s brown eyes shone like stars out of the tangle of white hair, and she hardly dared to breathe, for fear of losing the spell.

“ I like stories,” she said, clasping her little brown hands; “and you are so good. I never saw anybody so good before, ’cept mamma, and she went away so long ago I can’t hardly ’member. I spect you’re an angel, aren’t you? Angels are gooder than anything.” Poor Nora, with her little, freckled, Irish face and funny, tum-upnose! She didn’t look much like an angel. She couldn’t help laughing at the idea herself, though she felt immensely flattered. She thought that Tina looked like an angel when she was attired for bed that night., She had put one of her own white dresses on her, and had combed the corn-silk locks back from the little, fair, wistful face. The child’s beauty was striking, and it was high-bred beauty, too; even Nora recognized that. But there were black and blue marks on the delicate shoulders and arms that made her warm Irish heart ache, and she kissed them with something like tears in her honest blue eyes. - “ It isn’t me that’ll ever let you go back to the aunt again,” said she, half to herself. “If I have but a crust the bit thing shall share it, and I’ll slape on the floor meself, if me mother objects to being crowded.” The next morning Tina was flush and feverish, but still said she wasn’t sick; her head ached—that was all. Nora hurried home from mass as fast as ever she could, to keep her company, and the two children spent a happy day together. Nora kept a bright fire and told stories until her stock was entirely exhausted. Tina seemed thoroughly happy and took no thought of the morrow. Nora, to her, was like one of the go-ad fairies in her stories—she would take care of her. Aunty and the days when she went begging were already like a dream.

“ It’s onlikely that spalpeen iv a woman she calls aunty is any relative of hers,” said Mrs. Murphy, as she watched her while she was sleeping that night. “Mind, Nora, that child has gentle blood. These vile women steal pretty, frail-like children to send a begging, bad ’cess to ’em. The mother’s a weepin’ for the poor little lamb now, I doubt not.” “ Ah, mother, we’ll never let her go hack to the likes ov her, will we ? Didn’t the praste say as the good saints would give back all a body spent in deeds o’ charity?” “ But, me dear, how are yon iver going to provide for another ! Aren’t your own poor bits of toes almost out of the ould shoes now ? And when will ye be able to buy another pair? Coal is so dear, and there’s so much spint in this weather. Then I want yon to go to school and get a bit*’ learoin’, and not grow up in such haythin ignorance.” “ But I don’t want to go to school,” said Nora; “I can read now. I’d a hape rather kape Tina.” Poor little Tina! she was really ill. All night she tossed and moaned in her sleep and in the morning she could hardly lift her head from the pillow. Mrs. Murphy

did all (die could for her before she went to her work, and Nora hung over her until the very last moment, almost brokenhearted that she most leave her to suffer done. Bat work begins cm Monday morning, and if she did not go to the store she would lose her place. Then what would become of her friend? When she came home atnoon she found her in a fever; her eyes looked wild and strange, and she talked incoherently. “ Whativer shall I do for her?” said poor Nora, in despair. “ It’s the favur she have, sure; and who knows but she’ll die, the poor thing? I’ll niver get over it if she do die on my hands. P’r’aps a jug of hot water at the fate would draw the hate from the head, and p’r’aps a bit of hot tay, if I could make her drink it, would make her feel better. “ Tay-kettle,” _ she said, as she stood that useful vessel on the glowing coals, “ you towld me to take the little thing in and give her the supper; now tell me what to do for her if you can. She is that ill that it’s fit to break one’s heart just to look at her.”

But the tea-kettle only looked mildly contemplative and didn’t open its mouth; and as Tina was quiet for a few moments she sat down by the fire to think what she could do to help the little sufferer. “ I’ll not lave her again,” she said to herself; “ I Shall lose me place; but the saints will provide.” Leaning her head on her hands she was quite lost in thought until that funny, witch-like old tea-kettle started her with another one of its sage sayings in rhyme. The steam was pouring in a flood out of its crooked nose and it sang along in this wise: Steam, steam, steam, puff, puff, puff! The doctor, the doctor, ’tis plain enough What to do for a child! Nora started to her feet in a moment. A doctor, sure enough. Why did she not think ot it before? She was so unused to sickness that, with all her thoughtfulness, the idea of calling a doctor never entered her mipd. She hardly knew there were such sort of people in the world. “I’ll run for one this instant,” She said. “ I’ve got two dollars iv me own, that I was saving for the boots; but it’s better to let me feet go bare than let Tina be moaning in illness. I’m much obliged to you, tay-kettle, and sure I’ll always be after asking advice of you. You’re as good as gould.” And she made a little courtesy, that was not mockery, by any means, to the homely household god; for if there was a fairy she believed that one haunted the tea-kettle.

Then, hardly stopping to put on her things, she rushed out of the house. “ Do you know where there he’s a doctor?” she asked of Mrs. Donahoe, over the way, who always had a sick baby. But no, Mrs. Donahoe didn’t know where there was a doctor who tame for nothing to visit poor people, and she “ had no account of any other.” And so Nora rushed away on the wind to find a doctor’s sign. She found two or three, hut the first one was away attending to a patient; the second was ill himself and did not go out; the third told her shortly, without giving any reason, that he could not go to visit her patient. “ If all the doctors he’s as stony-hearted as you I may as well go home now,” said she to herself as she stood on the sidewalk. She clasped her two little red hands together, looking in every direction as if in search of help. “ What did you say about a doctor, my child ?” said a gentleman who was waiting in an elegant carriage by the street-side, noticing her look of distress. “ Oh, if I could only find a doctor, sir! The little one at me house is that sick I’m afraid she’ll die.”

“ Indeed! Well, I’m a physician myself, and I will go to see the child at once if you desire it Your sister, I suppose.” “ No, sir,” said she, without stopping to give any explanation. The number is 10 Canal court, if you please. I’ll be at the door and show you the way up when you get there; and thank you kindly, sir.” “He didn’t look as'if he’d be that good,” she thought, as she ran toward home. “ I should ’a’ said that he was stern-like and stuck up, in his fine carriage, and with his gould-headed caste; but you niver can tell by looks.” He was rather a stern-looking man. Nora was half afraid of him as he came up the rickety steps into the house. He was not so very old, but his hair was Showwhite, Mid his features were sharp and compressed, as if he had known trouble, and he had a grand air which seemed to awe the very house. Nora had brushed Tina’s hair hack from the little, flushed face, and she lay quite still, with her wide, fever-bright eyes fixed on the doctor. He gave one glance at her and then started back as if in alarm. “ Who is that child ?” he demanded, in a tone of more severity than the occasion required, Nora thought. “I don’t know what her last name he’s; I couldn’t make out by what she said. Her first name’s Tina.” “ I thought so,” he said, in a tone half triumphant, half anxious. “But where did you find her? She’s no relation of yours, certainly.” And he felt the fevered pulse with more than professional anxiety. “ She came here Saturday night, and we took her in,” said Nora. “She was afeared to go home coz she’d lost her basket and her aunt hates her. She sinds her out a begging. Me mother doesn’t think it he’s her aunt at all, though, but some thafe of a woman that stoled her coz she was pretty.” The doctor bit his lips and bent very low over the little, prostrate figure. “ He he’s a quare man,” said Nora to herself. “Do you think she will die, sir?” she asked, with tears in her eyes. “ I hope not, my child; but she is very ill,” he said, in husky topes, “lamin-

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debtod to you, my good girl, more than I can express,” he went on, “ for this little beggar child is my grand-daughter. Her mother was lost to me years ago. She married a worthless man against my will, and I never forgave her. When she was dying she wrote to me, begging me to care for her child when she was gone. I did not receive the letter for some time, as I was in Europe then, but when I did receive it I hastened home with all possible speed. When I reached here she had been dead for nearly two months, as far as I could learn, and I could find no trace of the child. I have been searching for her ever since, and despaired of ever finding her. But as soon as my eye fell on her face this morning I recognized her, for she is the very image of her mother when she was a child. She has her eyes, her hair, her forehead, her expression. We called her Tina, too.” And the strong man’s voice was broken, as ts he were weeping. “If he have been hard to his daughter, he repints, and may the saints forgive him!” prayed Nora. “O sir!” she said, “there do be a good fairy in our tay-kettle, and ’twas she that bade me take Nora in* I niver should a knowed she was at the door!” The doctor looked at her as if he thought she was insane. But when Tina got well she found some sympathy in her faith in the “tay-kettle fairy.” Tina was very, very ill for a time, but she got well at last. All through her illness, though she was delirious nearly all the tithe, and did not seem to recognize anyone, she would'have no one to wait on her but Nora. Nora’s hand was the only one that could bring her relief; Nora’s very presence seemed to quiet her.

When she was able to be moved to the luxurious home of her grandfather Nora went with her, and Nora’s mother also. “ I want my Nora always,” she said. And the saints did pay the honest little Irish girl tenfold for what she “ spint in charity.” There was no more “ climbing other people’s stairs,” no more pinching poverty, no more hard work for either herself or her mother after that; for Tina’s grandfather in his gratitude could not do enough for them. He gave them a dear little homelike cottage for their very own, furnished in a way that would have suited the most fastidious; and, what was better than anything else, it was so near to Tina —just at the end of the garden. And besides that he gave them a sum of money which seemed almost fabulous to Nora and her mother. This was to be kept in bank and the interest of it to support them in their cheery little home. Nora is going to school, and is growing into a perfect little lady, though the burr will cling to her Irish tongue; and she still holds to her faith in fairies, and cherishes that old tea-kettle as if it were a golden treasure. And you may be sure she still “ spinds” in deeds of charity, for such a warm little heart as hers could never be made forgetful by prosperity.— Albany Journal.

Dogs for the Arctic Expedition.

In addition to the sledges drawn by the men, the expedition will be furnished with five or six sledges to be drawn by dogs, of which sixty are to be taken on board the ships at the Danish settlement of Uppernavik, on the coast of Greenland, to he used when sledging operations commence. Sir Leopold McClintock states, as the result of his experience, that two dogs can drag as much as one man. Several tons of the choicest dog biscuit have been provided for their use, although some doubts are entertained whether they will be duly appreciated, experience having proved that the Greenland dogs prefer devouring each other to any food which can be offered them. “ Nothing,” says Admiral Osborn, “can he more exhilarating than dog sledging in the Arctic regions on a fine day. The rattling pace of the dogs, their intelligence in choosing the road through the broken ice; the strict obedience paid by the team to one powerful dog whom they elect as leader; the arbitrary exercise of authority by the master dog; the constant use of the whip, and the running conversation kept up by the driver with the different dogs, who well know their names, afford constant enjoyment.” However useful they may be, these Arctic dogs seem to be deficient in that affectionate disposition which endears their species so much to man. Capt Yesey Hamilton stated, at a recent meeting of the Royal Geographical Society, that he believed the Esquimaux dogs to be the most ungrateful creatures in creation. He had traveled for several hundred miles by sledge, and for six weeks it was his duty regularly to feed the dogs; but after only a week’s absence, on the conclusion of. the journey, they would not recognize him in the slightest degree. Sir Leopold McClintock, who is said to have originated this mode of Arctic traveling, states that it would be a mistake to attempt to house the dogs, as they can live near the ships during a whole winter, and if treated differ ently would sicken and die.— Blackwood's Magazine. —Joaquin Miller’s latest is about the Quaker City, as follows: There is nothing to see, In Philadelphia, Until you, get Outside of it. —Methodist discipline is well illustrated by the statement of Bishop Janes that out of the 10,000 preachers stationed by the Bishop the past year only three have declined to accept their appointments, and not a single church rejected its preacher. —The Brooklyn Argus , after months of careful observation, has come to the conclusion that no woman can eat corn-beef and potatoes gracefully, pnd when it comes to boiled cabbage they break right down. *- *

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A long-headed man is never headlong. The Rochester Chronicle says that “ fluttering in the head” is whit ails Boehm’s boy-murderer. The remedy is fluttering in the air.— Free Preee. • This is grass-cutting time, and every dntifUl Maufl Muller should now be in the field raking hay or holding conversation with Judges.— Exchange. A deaf and dumb man in Ohio is the most successful ox-teamster In the State. There are moments when he wants to yell sq that he can be heard four toiles, but he can’t do it A fur firm in Buffalo keeps, right on . advertising muffs and collars and gloves,, and they can’t understand why women don’t rush into their store instead of going into parlors. The other day, after an Alabama fanner had been visited by the third , tornado inside of four weeks, he nailed up sign bearing the words: “ Now, hang ye, blow all summer if you want to!” The Chief-Engineer of New York reports that the portion of the city below Canal street is illy supplied with hydrants in case of fires, and that the most valuable districts are those which are in the most danger. To avoid liability to mistake, caused by the similarity in color beween the twocent and ten-cent postage stamps, the former will in future be printed in vermilion, the old color of the seven-cent stamp, the use of which has been discontinued.

Chicago suggests that publishers should employ more substantial binding, to stand the wear and tear of boxing hard-headed urchins’ ears withal. With the flimsy covers now in vogue the public schools of that city use up $190,000 worth of school books per anqum. The apple crop througbbut New York the present season will be a comparatively small one, as the trees blossomed very sparingly. The prospect lor pears is far better, though it is feared by some that the cold nights of late have somewhat injured them. Eccentric outbursts of patriotism are becoming common. Among the latest is one of a Boston man who sent a box filled with the sacred soil of Bunker Hill, in which were buried twelve hatchets, to citizens of Georgia, to he used in the celebrations of the Fourth. Hairdresser— ’Air’s very dry, sir? Customer (who knows what’s coming)— I like it dry. Hairdresser (after a while, again advancing to the very scurvy, sir. Customer (still cautiously retiring)—Ya’as, I prefer it scurvy. Assailant gives in, defeated. Dio Lewis says that if a man will eat blackberries and oat-meal for a year he will be able to lift a horse. Friends and brothers, will you loaf around like drones and miss this golden opportunity of lifting some despondent'equine up in the world? —Detroit Free Press. Canada proposes to send to the American Centennial, next year, a full exhibition of cured or stuffed fish. A grant is also asked to aid in securing a collection of insects. From present indications Canada will make an excellent display of manufactures and products of forests and mines. The following scene occurred in a Justice’s court in this city: A question was asked a witness by Mr. R., an attorney, as to a statement made by a witness on the other side. The question was objected to on the ground that a proper foundation had not been laid, and the objection was sustained by Justice H. Mr. R.— “ I did lay a foundation; I was fifteen minutes laying a foundation for the question; and if the Court had attended to its business, and had not been so much occupied in pulling its whiskers, it would have known a foundation had been laid.” Justice H.

—“ Mr. R., if you repeat sffch words I will send you to jail.” Mr. R.—“ I’ll bet you SSO you can’t draw a commitment” Justice H.—“ I’ll take that bet; (after feeling in his pockets) I only have $25, but I’ll give my note for the balance.” Mr. R.— “ Here’s another SSO that you can’t write a note without copying from a form. You are a pretty specimen of a Justice!” Exit in great disgust. —Stockton {Cal.) Leader. A wedding was lately postponed in Kansas junder circumstances of a somewhat thrilling sort. The bride was the only daughter of a family of early settlers, named Falconer, and the day of the wedding had arrived, when it was discovered that Miss Falconer was missing. Her parents,supposing that she was in her room, went tothedoorto warn her that the time for the ceremony had arrived, when they found the room empty. It was early evening, so they walked to the window to discover the truant Their horror may be imagined when they saw, rapidly disappearing through the woods nearby, a man carrying in his arms the form of a young girl, which, from the dress, they immediately recognized as that of their daughter. In an instant the alarm was given and the whole party, well armed, started in pursuit. Within a few minutes they were in gun-shot of the fugitives, but were unable to use their weapons in consequence of his shielding his body with the loved form of the bride-elect. The young bridegroom was almost frantic, and, overtaking the almost-breathless abductor, he seized him, and, after a brief struggle, wrestled the girl from him, at the sameatime discovering that the abductor was a Cheyenne Indian. At the same time that the lover regained his sweetheart, the savage, with an eel-like wriggle, escaped from his hold, but the pursuers were too much for him, apd one of their number brought him to the ground by means of a well-aimed bullet. The wedding is said to have been indefinitely postponed in consequence of an attack of prain fever, the result of the fright the bride received.