Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 19, Number 38, Jasper, Dubois County, 28 September 1877 — Page 2

A TMUXDXM STOKX. Mr roN ooouneK. TH tlpy WtM HH Mtl tl 1Q WtW dMMtb, Shvw kr rtk4to Mrr er UM Imw's tew towm, Nt h Mni wim MMNt or at tatter)", AlHl tfW till HOOM wim evr tfc shh ateml wh with yviWm awt uteri W ye ; GVmrMl Kwh la tk mW, where lk bmtttiMMtHMlffta 11mm Hvy himI fMlHt In h ImhkmM draw, An4 tWe tent eeritw with tttltwt rnnl GNtr4kwH im tlte wbw tit alwpy Stee4 HtutR-hiHr tta &rSMN, dry ami awwst. TWH M s4Mi olOH.l Ste Up M tlltt Wt, With n bws of xray swl m white, white crNt ; It !) mhI it trMt h wlli- win. .WA ftWlMHHl Ht tl SUI1, tlHllCti M9 JW hilt Ami rtrutftflvtl l (ought like h wnumletl thin. Ami tkv wood Hwok, mm1 tins t4emr!t hHriI, With M lit 110 O.XHHtHt qtttVM KHd tlirilt, As the ckMttt In-nt over xml HVHml a word 0m volleying, routine eyllaele. Ami oms ami hmmIh chw the dwp, low tawa Whth only to tliHiHlw'n lii te known, Ami the earth liekl u her ferte (nets Ami Itetetieit m) it to m sltcnMl Mown A mtl tn:m) tu skjhmj Wmvenlv plac. TWe trnmjwt of God, obeyed oh high, lite ftiffHMt to ot the pimtir Ami ml forth his bMVtty hhmIwI whIhs KhwMIhk ami roartnfc down tlte sky Ami ,ettrinfr tla bUxwcHl, kmcHrvtwtMl ralm. Tht itrfytWwf. ri;?J? iS NO UNBELIEF, There i ho hhWW" Whoever plaHts a seed beneath rtte sod. Ami wait to mus It mh away the elod, Trusts he in God. There id no tleHf: Whoever sys, when ctottito are in the sky, " K pMet, hrt 1 light brenketk by and by," Trusts the Mowt High. There is no unbelief : Whoever sees, 'neath winter's tleld of mow, The silent harvest of the future xrow, God power mml know. There Is no unbelief; Wlwevrr lkM down on htei conch to Bleep, Giving each mbmi to mysHte slumber deep, Ktow!t God will keep. There is no unbelief' Whoever says "to-morrow," the unknown, The future. truirt-J that power alone lie dares not to disown. There i no Hnbelief ; The heart that looks on when the eyelid cloac, And dares to live when life has only woe, God's comfort know-). There U no unbelief : And day by ilay ami nljtht, uneonelosly, The heart liven by that faith the Hps deny, God knoweth why.

WHO WAS MY QUIETFRIEKB! 8V BKET IIARTE. " Stranger!" The voice was not leud, but clear and pcBotrKtiiir. I looked vaialy up and down the narrow darkening trail. No one in the fringe of alders ahead ; no one on tlte gullied slope behind. " 01 stranger!" This time a little impatiently. The California!! vocative, " 0," alwaj'a meant business. I looked up, and perceived for the first time, on the ledge, 90 feet above me,, another trail parallel with my own, ami looking down upon me through the buckeye bushee a small man on a black horse. Five things to be here noted by the circumspect mountaineer: JFirH, the locality lonely and inaccessible, and away from the regular faring of teamsters and miners. Seendltf, the stran?;er"s superior knowledge of the road rem the fact that the otlter trail was unknown to the ordinary traveler. Thirdly, that he was well armed and equipped. Fourthly, that he was better mounted. FtfUUy, that any distrust or timidity arising from the contemplation of these facts had better be kept to oneself. All this passed rapidly through my mind as 1 returned his salatation. " Get any tobacco?" he asked. I had, and signified the fact, holding up the pouch inquiringly, " All right, I'll come down. Ride on, and I'll jine ye on the slide." " The slide?" Here was a new goographical discovery as odd as the second trail. I had ridden over the trail j a doaen times, and seen no communication between tle ledge and trail. Nevertheless 1 went on a hundred yards or so, when there wns a sharp crackling in the underbrush, a shower ef stones on the trail, and my friend plunged through the bushes to my side down a grade that I should scarcely have dared to lead my horse. There was no doubt he was an accomplished riier another fact to 1ms noted. As he ranged beside me I found I was not mistaken as to his siae ; lie was quite under the medinm height, and, but for a pair of cold gray eyes, was rather commonplace in feature. ' You've got a good horse there," I suggested. lie was filling his pipo from my pouch, lrttt looked up a little surprised, and said, " Of course." He then puffed away with the nervous eagerness of a man long deprived of tlmt sedative. Finally, lwtwcen the puffs he asked me whence I came. 1 milled from " Lagrange." He looked at me h few moments curiously, but on my adding that I had only halted there for a few hours, he said: "I thought I knew every man between Lagrange and Indian Spring, but somehow I sorter disremember your face and your name." Not particularly caring that he should remember either, I replied, half laughingly, that as Hired the other side of Indian Spring, it was quite natural. He took the rebuff if suok it was so quietly, that as an aot of mere perfunctory politeness, I aek&d him where he came from. " Lagrange." " And you are going t- " " Weil I that depends pretty muoh on how things pan out, and whether I oan make the riffle." He let his hd mi quite unconeiouly on the leathern

holster of kte dragoon revolver, yet with a strong suggestion to me of his ability to make the riftle" if he wanted to, awl added: "Mut just now I was reck'nlu1 on taking a little iwmtr with you." There was nothing offensive in his speeek, save its familiarity and the reAuction, perhaps, that whether I objected or not, he was quite able to do as he said. I onlv replied that if ourMeur was prolonged beyond Heavy-tree Hill, I should have to borrow his oeast. To my surprise, lie replied quietly, "That's so," adding that the horse was at my disposal when he wasn't using it, and hUf of it when he was. " Dick has carried double many a time before this," he continued, uand kin do it again; when your mustang gives out, I'll givo you a lift, and room to sjare," I could not help smiling at the idea of appearing before the boys at Rod Gulch ch croupe with the stranger; but neither could I help being oddly affected by the suggestion that his horse had done double "dutv before. "On what occasion, and wnv?" was a question I kt'jit to myself. Wo were ascending the long rocky flank of the Divide; the nar

rowness of the trail obliged us to pro- l ceetl slowly and in tile, so that there was I little chance for conversation, had he been disposed to satisfy my curiosity. We toiled on in silence, the buckeye giving way to chimisal, the westering sun, reflected again , from the blank walls beside us, blinding our eys with its glare. The pines in the canyon below were olive gulfs of heat, over which a hawk here and there drifted lazily, or rising to our level, cast a weird and gigantic shadow of slowly moving wings on the mountain side. "The superiority of the stranger's horso led him often'far in advance, and made mo hope that he might forget me entirely, or ,push on, grown weary of waiting. But regularly he would halt by a bowlder, or reappear from some chimisal, where he had patiently halted. I was beginning to hate him mildly, when at one of those reappearances he drew up to my ( side, and asked me how I liked Dickens ! Had he asked my opinion of Huxley or Darwin, 1 could not have been more j astonished. Thinking it wore possible that he referred to some local celebrity of Lagrange, I said, hesitatingly: "You moan ?" " Charles Dickens. Of course you've read him? "Which of his books do you like best?" I replied with considerable embarrassment that I liked them all as I certainly did. He grasped my hand for a moment with a fervor quite unlike his usual phlegm, and said, "That's me, old man. Dickens ain't no slouch. You can count on him pretty much all the time." With this rough preface, he launched into a criticism of the novelist, which for intelligent sympathy and hearty appreciation I had rarely hoard equaled. Not only did he dwell upoa the exuberance of his humor, but upon the power of his Eathos and the all-pervading element of is poetry. I looked at the man in astonishment. I had considered myself a rather diligent . student of the great master of fiction, but the stranger's felicity of quotation and illustration staggered me. It is true that his thought was not always clothed in the beet language, and often appeared in the slouching, slangy undress of the place and period, yet it never was rustic nor homespun, and sometimes struck me with its precision and fitness. Considerably softened toward him, I tried him with other literature. But vainly. Beyond a few of the lyrical and emotional poets, he knew nothing. Under the influence and enthusiasm of his own speech, he himself bad softened considerably; offered to change horses with me, road justed my saddle with professional skill, transferred my pack to Ins own horse, insisted upon my snaring the contents of his whisky-flask, ana, noticing that I wag unarmed, pressed upon me a silver-nionnted derringer, which he assured me he could " warrant. ' ' These various offices of good will and the diversion of his talk beguiled me from noticing the fact that the trail was beginning to become obscure and unrecognisable. We were evidently pursuing a route unknown before to roe. I pointed out the fact to my companion a little impatiently. He instantly resumed his old manner and dialect. " Well, I reckon one trail's as good as another, and what hev ye get to say about it?" I pointed out, with some dignity, that I preferred the old trail. "Mebbccyou did. But you're jiss now takin' a jmuar with me. This yer trail will brine vou right into Indian Spnng, and onmHicen, an asked. Don't you mind, no questions now; I'll see you through." It was necessary here to make some stand against my strange companion. I said firmly, yet as iHlitcly as I could, that I had proposed stopping over night with a friend. "Whar?" I hesitated. 'Jilie friend was an Ikecentric Eastern man, well known in thu locality for his fastidiousness and his habits as a recluse. A .misanthrope of ample family and ample means, he had chosen a secluded but picturesque valley in the Sierras, where he could rail against the world without opposition. " Lone Valley," or " Boston llanch" as it was more familiarly called, was the one spot that the average miner Iwth respected and feared. Mr. Sylvester, its proprietor, had never affiliated with " the boys," nor had he ever lost their respect by any active opjwsition to their ideas. If seclusion had lieen his object he certainly was gratified, Nevertheless, in the darkening shadows of the night, and on a lonely and unknown trail, I hesitated a little at repeating his name to a stranger of whom I knew so

little. But my mysterious oompaniou took the matter out of my hands. " Look yar," km said, suddenly, " thr ain't but one place twixt yer and Indian Spring where ye can stop, and that's Sylvester's." 1 assented, a little sullenly, "Well," said the stranger, quietly, and with a slight suggestion of oonforring a favor on me, " Kf you're pointed for Sylvester's why 2 tton'Z mind stoppiHy thar wi'h ye. It's a litto off the road I'll lose some time but taking it by and large I don't much mind." I stated, as rapidly and as strongly as I oould, that mv acquaintance witli Air.

riVlVHKIHr III 1 I1I1L UlfcLlIV LI1I9 lllLrUUllUUUIl i oi a stranger to ins nospiiamy mm no was unlike most of the people here in short, that he was a queer man, etc., etc. To my surprise my companion an-1 i ........ .. . swered: "0, that's all right. I've heerd of him. Ef you don't feel like checking me through, or if you'd rath er put 1 u. u. D" on my nacK, wnv its all tho same to mo. Only yon just count I'll play it alone. me in. Say Sylvoeter' all the time. That's mo!" AVhat could I onnoso to this Mian's niiint astttiranr'n? 1 tolt iiivsolf tmittMiif I

red with angor and nervous with em-tger barrassment. What would the correct Sylvester say to mo? What would tho girls I was a voting man then, and had won an entree io their domestic circle by my reserve known bv a less compli - mentary adjective among tho " boys " what would thov say to my now noquaintancc? Yet f certainly could not obiect to his assuming all risk on his

i . . . - ---- ; a own personal recognizances, nor could ! I resist; a certain feeling of shame at my J embarrassment. Wo were beginning to descend. In j the distance below us already twinkled I tha lisrhts in tho solitary rancho of Lone Vallev. I turned to my companion, "But you have forgotten that I don't even know vour name. What am I to call you?" "Thet's so." ho said, musinsrlv. " Now, let's sec. Kearney' would be a good name. It's short and easy like. Thar's a street in 'Frisco the same, title, Kearney it is." 44 But " I began impatiently. 44 Now, you leave all that to me," he I interrupted, with a superb self-confi-1 dence that I could not but admire. "The ! name ain't no account. It's tho man i that's responsible. Ef I was to lay for a man that! reckoned was named Jones, and after I fetched him I found out on the innuest that his real namo was Smith that wouldn't make no matter, as long as I got the man." The illustration, forcible as it was, did not strike me as offering a prepossessing introduction, but we were already at the rancho. Tho barking of dogs brought Sylvester to the door of the J . . -1 . . , . . . ii i . .. i i pretty nuie coiuige wuicu ins tasio nau adorned I briefly introduced Mr. Kearney. 44 Kearney will do Kearney's good enough for me," commented the soi-di-mnt Kearney half aloud, to my own horror and Sylvester's evident mystification, and then he blandly excused himself for a moment that he might personally supervise the caro of his own beast. When lie was out of earshot, I drew tho puzzled Sylvester aside. 44 1 have picked up I mean I have been picked up on the road by a gontle maniac, whose name is not Kearney. He is well armed and quotos Dickens. With care, acquiescence in his views on all subjects, and general submission to his commands, he may be placated. placated. Doubtless the spectacle of your helpless family, the contemplation of your daughter's beauty and innocence, may touch his fine sense of humor and pathos. Meanwhile, Heaven help you, and forgive me." I rati up stairs to the little den that my hospitable host had kept always reserved for mo in my wanderings. I lingered some time over my ablutions, hearing the languid, gentlemanly drawl of Sylvester below mingled with tho equally cool, easy slang of my mysterious acquaintance. When I came down to the sitting-room I was surrised, however, to find the self-styled earncy quietly seated on the sofa, the gontle May Sylvester, the 44 Lily of Lono valley," sitting with maidenly awe and unaffected interest on one side of him, while on the other that arrant flirt, her cousin Kate, was practicing the pitiless archery of her eyes, with an excitement that seemed almost real. "Who is yourdcliciouslycool friend?" she managed to whisper to me at supper as I sat utterly daaed and bewildered between the enrapt May Sylvester, who seemed to hang upon his words, and this giddy girl of the period, who was emptying the battery oi her charms in active rivalry upon him. "Of course we know his name isn't Kearney. But how romantic! And isn't he perfectly lovely? And who is he?" I replied with severe irony that I was not aware what foreign potentate was then traveling incognito in tho Sierras of California, but that when his Royal Higl'iiess was pleased to inform me, I should bo glad to introduce him proper ly. 44 rntil then," l added, 44 1 fear the acquaintance must bo Morganatic." 44 You're only jealous of him," she said, pertly. 44 Look at May she is completely fascinated. And her father, too." And actually, the languid, worldsick, cynical Sylvester was regarding mm wun a ooyisu nucioei, mm uiuuusiasm almost incompatible with his nature. Yet I submit honestly to the clear-headed reason of my own sex, that I oould see nothing more in the man than I have already delivered to the reexler. In the middle of an exciting story of adventure, of which he, to the already prejudiced mind of his fair auditors, was evidently the hero, he stopped suddenly.

"It's only some paok train passing the bridge on the lower trail," explained Svlvester, " Go on." " It may be mv horse is a trifle uneasy in the stable," said the alleged Kearney; " he ain't used to boards and covering." Heaven only knows what wild and delicious revelation lay in the statement of this fact, hut thu girls looked at each other witli cheeks pink with excitement as Kearney arose, anil, witli quiet absence of ceremony, quitted the table. ' "Ain't he just lovely!" said Kate, gasping for breath, " and so witty." "WUty!" said the gentle May, with just tho slightest trace of defianco iu hor

, swhwi vuiua. - ni) , uum r " j , don't you see that his heart is just 1 breaking with pathos? Witty, indeed ; I why, when ho was speaking of that poor Mexican woman that wns hung, I I .!.... Hit'!.... ...... I...... o X1M... saw tho tears gather in his eyes. Witty, indeed !" "Tears," laughod the cynical Syl vostcr, " tears, idle tears ( silly children, tho man is sv man of world a philosopher, quiet, obsorv ant, unassuming." , " Unassuming!" Was Sylvester intoxicated, or had tho mysterious stranmixcti tno "insane noru - wun mo , family pottago? He returned before 1 could answer this solf-askod inquiry,and resumed coolly his broken nnrrntivo. Finding myself forgotten in tho man I . had so long hesitated to introduce to my friends, I rotircd to rest oarly, only to hear, through tho thin partitions, two hours later, enthusiastic praises of tho I new guest from the voluble lips of tho . , ., ... t i .. gins, as tnoy ciiatieu togemer in mo next room before retiring. At midnight I was startled by tho sound of horses' hoofs and the jingling of spurs below. A conversation ho twecn mv host and my host and some mysterious

i personage in the darkness was carried ! that, pointing to thu picture,

on in such a low tone that I could not learn its imtwrt. As the cavalcade rode ' awa, I raised tho window. ! " What's the matter?" "Nothing," said Sylvester, coolly,

44 only another of those" playful honii- life-long friendship between the parties.

cidal freaks peculiar to tho country. t man was shot by Cherokee Jack at but you and your friend. By the way, I hope the cursed noise hasn't disturbed him. The poor follow looked as if he wanted rest." I thought sor too. Nevertheless, I i went softly to his room. It was empty, t My impression whs that ho had distanced i the SherifYof Calaveras about two hours. 1 New Vork Sun. J i A Chiaese Versiea ef .lack the (iat JUller.

extraordinary wit and power.who ctmld 44 And now,

icu irom a man 's nice tne tiaie oi nisiuavs.' i. nave

i nuso who na'uwi guou auviue, wnue every skeptic was sure to die at tlie ap pointed time. One day an unbeliever passed by, without waiting to hoar the soothsayer's words, and tlve latter called out that he had something to say to him. It was this : Tho color of his face was very bad, and if he were to disreSard the soothsayer's advice, he would e a corpse tho third day at midnight. The man laughod and went away, feeling rather uncomfortable. 44 If I must die, I must," said he, affecting a stoicism ho could not feel. He could eat o f00' on account of the struggle beiwuun uuiiui aim uniMHiei, ami ins ex citement became so great on the evening of the third day that he could nut sleep. Ho therefore set to reading. As it was nearing midnight, ho heard a rumbling sound on the roof, and instantly his outer door opened of its own accord, and in stalked a man of terrific appearance. Tho scholar was much frightened, but b.'ivieg an ebony pipe in his hand, In stnick at the monster, who fell down , and lot it was a paper spirit. lie read on, his exci cment not much allayed by this ii.c'dcnt. By-and-by ho heard another heavy tread on tho roof, and a creature more frightful than the last wa3 with him. Notwithstanding the aspect of the newcommand no other weapon, the pipe was sigain used, and down fell the monstera pieco of earth. Soon a rattling tramp snook the roof, and a croature more hideous than the other two enter ed the room. The frightened man! clutched his trusty weapon again, am

one blow brought down tho giant a . ,.,,., i. i,.,t i, wnnu !. ..milled t

At Vauziors, Franco, not long ago ! had valued tho

three wags took possession of a deserted mansion, and by using red lights, rattling chains and groaning and yelling dismally attracted the attention of tho simple residents, when they proceeded to enact for their own edification tho spectacle of a formidablo devil with hnofs,ftail and pitchfork tormenting two sheeted specters. The performance was a great success till a materialistic peasant got down his shot-gun and ex oroised the spirits, who fled, but were captured and i ignominious.' fined Tor riotous conduct. 15 francs and costs

Portraits ef Davy Creokett.

The Moirinhis fTumi.1 LctLur lishes tho following letter from Boi mil). U II. Crockett, Crockett's Hlufl",, Ark., which he says : " In your issue of tho 20th iust, I no tics a clipping from tho Nashville American of the 15th inst., followed by soim romarks by yourself as to a portrait oi Col. David Crockett. In speaking oi the portrait on exhibition in the Suite house in Texas, you say: It buloiig, wo understand, to a member of tin Crockett family, who has offered it foi sale to tho Suite of Toxa",' etc. This ia mistake. Tho painting to which yoi alludo was never tho property of am member of tho Crockett family. In fact from its size, eight foot by ten, ami tin character of thu painting, it would 1 out of place in a privato parlor or draw ing-room,and was originally painted foi somo public gallery. Tho first time over saw this picture was in Cook's gal

irs. Why, you j lery of paintings in New Orleans, about is sv man of the , M years ago. My father, John W

Crockett, Col. Pnvid's oldest son, car nod me, then a youth, to tho gallery t show mo tho picture. On.cntcringthi room, and without taking a catalogue, holed mo directly in front of it. Neithei of us spoke, but stood looking at tlx painting 1 for tho first timo myfiuhei had seen it before in Washington While thus occupied, an old gentle man and his two daughters, catalogue in hand, approached, ami tho gentleman, referring to tlx number, read, 4 Full-length portrait oi Col. David Crockett, of Tennessee.' My father and myself stopped back tt give tliem a full view. The old gentle man, Jiucr many complimentary re marks sis to Col. Crockett's character, turned to my father, and, perceiving that wo had no eattiloguo, ssiid ; Sir. 4 is a porIII VV'Ut trait of Col. Davy Crockett.' my father, sir,' was tno quiet reply. Mr. Cook, tho artist, camu up at the moment, and, knowingboth, introduced them, ami it was tno beginning of A 41 i our description accords with my

La-' recollection of the painting. TIhi old

grange this morning, and that was the man rests upon the right foot, the left Sheriff of Calaveras and his posse hunt-1 thrown slightly forward. 'I ho rille liesing him. I told him I'd seen nobody , in tho hollow of the left arm, and the

right holds tho coon-skin cap stlwvo the right shoulder and behind the ear as if to catch tho sound of the hounds in the chase. At his feet crouch three beardogs half hound, half cur full size. In the distance is seen tho Mississippi River. Altogether it is a magnificent character painting, and I think if Frank Mayo could seo it ho could get an idea of Ihivy Crockett's original costume, not that I moan to criticise Mr. Mayo's make-up, for I have never had the pleasure of seeing him in his play of 4 Davy 4 friends of my better n my possession a Jiait-

death, and could lengthen the days of ( length, life-size portrait of my grand.1 ,. I t-.t - .1 J i..P. 1 ! ",..!

father (the relationship is purely accidental on my part), which tho Historical Society of Tennessee can have for copying purposes if they wish. Tt was painted in 1834, and is said by the few now living who knew him to bo an excellent likeness. It is certainly a striking picture, and was drawn by st celebrated artist of that day, whose name I have unfortunately forgotten. Being painted while in Congress, tho old gentleman had his 4 store clothes' on, and, of course, tho picture has nothing of the hunter about it. i 44 l'ardon me for stringing this out so , unconscionably. 1 only intended to $ti that no Crockett of old Daw's stock could, would or should sell a portrait of him to the State of Texas, 4 or any other man.' Respectfully, "Bon II. Chock kit." Ill-Rewarded Henrsty. The path of honesty in Glasgow i not exactly bestrewn with flowers, it appears. At least, the virtue is left to be its own reward, judging from the experiences of a certain gentleman who. m tho month of November, 1875, found an article of jewelry in tho public streets. Being possessed of an extremely sensitive conscience, ho at fir.i ailvnrt iuiwl liSa finil unit vvlmil nit OIU

comer, as the solitary watcher could , H1)0iuea to claim it, ho handed ovei

the prize to the Central Police Office, in tho belief that it would be evcnluallj restored to him if no claimant appear ed. He was informed, however, that ii would have to be sold after tho cxpira tion of 16 months, such being tho inva but

pieco of wood. In a short time a groan- the proceeds. When the specified tim

ing voice was ileum ouismo me oarrcu llH1 run out j10 llUonded tho office door, pleading tnteoUsly for admission. wh(jr0 Jl9 WRg Umt t, SHi0 Coul

Keassureu ny nis suivcnu res, mo nero not tuko ,)litt.0 untU Am.n tuS Voan Ar asked in a bold tone what tho visitor J (IOrdiugly, he rested in patience imti wanted. He prayed for deliverance, for Anrll .)ftSS(Jlj w)lcIl l(;mxiu atioth with cock-crow, if ho were not saved by ' f,,.,(..,n t ... noil,.,, tMtt.m. Tln of

the giant-killer, lie would bo a dead nuia .,,.,.,J;i ttr,t. r,urr.,t. ilmt th

man. It was tho conjuror who had sic- J invcntory of the sale was not y" costed him threo days before, and had nmii ' bul if ho lookc(l j ,lt tw of wielded a 1 his power to earn-out his I f,cc aftor another three months he wouh own prophecy, and wm now fo led for , certainty receive thu price fetched h the first time in his life. He told how , his imtfall. On carrying out these in many people ho had murdered by his Amotions, great was his astonislnncn black art, and the uer.t morning tho con-1 10 liml tmttho whole amount continj. queror handed him over for punishment ; to hlm WRg no mor0 tlmn 4s, ,UL Ilov to the district magistrate. j WM tlis t0 1)0 !lCcountod for when a re

i spoctablo jew eler of his aeqnaintane a article at 25s.? Vcr; cr easily. His prize had beon put up t auction in a lot with other lost propert; of no particular vsiluo, and tho million tios divided tho proceeds equally amoiu the several finders. In this instance ' is plain, therefore, that honesty was " own reward. It is true this virttioucitizen of Glasgow received Is. wh the long run. But tho account had t lie debited with thu cost of advertMng with the loss of aluablo timo consc quent upon four visits to tho office, and with a largo amount of cx asperatlon, London utobc