Jasper Weekly Courier, Volume 19, Number 40, Jasper, Dubois County, 12 October 1877 — Page 6

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CJtlQKSTS. Ih twilight of the waalae year, Whh tfaya ahrlile their iHtmieer Hot, The erieket huhe to hear His broodm; o'er the MWtw'i oys. lite note Is Xatre' rettwjwet, That wlHttw Iter mi ml in change ; A huadred ay of Sowers are wreelted Awl stranded oh ite temler rangi'. Broad dawn that stirred th lid of earth, First breath of the unstinted days, Lon hours whoee only toll was mirth, whose sail we set for weetera bays, Ami shook our sunset oolors out As signale to the erealo That in the offing beat Hbout To show u rwel of duk afar; The Mourner e4 that throbbed to keep A blitheae Ih the lkHt tree All night, to pipe us from our sleepThe orieket broods and thinks of tueee. Froai upiy iHwta the enrols drop To mt t regret among the gnuw ; Ami stents no kmger name atop To light short afternoons that Mvmmmer lays a ivonderinjr ear AhHtg the ground, and listen well, As att the foottepi of the year Upon the edge of distance swell ; They fade, they shrink to this thin tone, On every tremblitig nerve It plays : Of rukw pluckeil, of meadow mown It tells, of all my perfect days ; Of moment tuned by now delight, Of thoughts that soared upon their wing And balanced, sung my secret plight That whole surprise of blossoming; Those bumpers of a uauntleM vein, Poured oiten a my June came near To pledge to Nature's new refrain ; That xie warm sohtiee of my year t Mih WMm, fa the. Oetotor AUnnHc. AUDACIOUS PKOCE CHARLIE. Mew a Koeky Meantaia Stage Kafeber ef the Okl-faahiened Klad waa KUled. Bah! on the third-class stage robbers!" oonteratuoiwly exclaimed the griazly-headed old mo'unUioeer, as he itilt around to his hip to s0 if hi revolver was still there. " Folks try to make out that this Black Hills excitement is the eoual of xbe rush to Cariforuy, hut it's all bosh There's lot's o' greenhorns, hoaps o' gamblers, and a few footpads and stage stoppers, but they ar' all third-class. e ought to have lived on the Slope when tho old Nugget State was panning out the dust from ten thousand diggings, an1 when stage robbing an' throat-cuttia' was did up in first class style, day or night." Being invited to relate something, be spread out his big feet, braced hislack against the hiuu wheel of a prairie schooner.and said : Waal.it just makes me sick to hear these recruits take on an' see 'em grow pale over reports that some of the stages has been stopped, an' the folks robbed of few dollars. Why, sir, I've seen the time when a single man, an' not a big man at that, stood in the center of the trail, halted a coach full o' men, each one armed, an' made 'em hop down and hand over dust enough to set any body up in the bankin business an1 plenty kit over to start a circus on! That "was biznese, that was, an' the victims couldn't help but feel like pattin' the feller on the back for his nerve. Ye've heard o' Hank Monk, I reckon?" f "Yes." "Waal, there's fifty just as good drivers as bo was, and fifty braver men, but Hank got into the newspapers, and folks thought him a preacher, a driver, a grizzly, a buffalo, an' a rattlesnake all rolled into one. Mind ye, I ain't savin' a. word agin' him, but I was just think in of how I was a passe nSer in his coach onee when it cost me a ullet through the shonklerto do what he could have done without even stooping the stage. Thar1 was a chap called Prince Charlie, who used to imagine that Fargo's coaches were put on tho line on purpose to bring him dust, He was a fine lookin' chap, standin' about mx feet high, half Texan an' half Mexican, an' he had eyes like coals o' fire. That chap hung akog the bad snots in the Hooky Mountains for one hull summer, an' "I guess he collected hard onto a hundred thousand dollars. He didn't have atty partners in tho bizness, but played a lone hand every time, an' alius raked in the stake. He didn't stop every stage oh, no. He'd halt an' rob one to-day or to-night n Apple llloseoin Canyon, and then,' two, three, or four weeks arter he'd turn up on Scott's Hill, or Betsy Je Gulch, or fifty miles from the other spot. Folks tliought he had jt about time to dig down into Mexico, put his dust inter safe han Is, an' then return, an1 p'raps that was the game. I reckon ye've read about dozens o' these chaps, and therefore ye don't remember this one 5 but tell ye he got to be a terror. As nobody could say wlien he'd cry 'Halt!' to a stage, even brave men hated to travel in that fashion. Prince Charlie was a dead shot wouldn't take word o' chin music; an' sometimes he shot down a passenger or two, jnst to icrea? the respect of the rest, I was kinder peculatiH1 around in thof dajs, an' it was a poor morn'm1 when 1 wtddn'v show up the half of $lG,CXin I was ,gittin' ready to leave the country an'go lck to Illinoy, when one Fargo's agsnts dropped in on me oui! day, and mr. he ; 4 Jim, why don't ye go to work an' lay out that Prince Chatlie r Say I s I'll hot ye fifty lo

one I kla fix kk uImmss for him In lees'it a moatk.' That kinder hrwtght us to terms, aft' the ageat showed Hp color strong, The stages were most deserted by travelers on account 9' this one road agent, an' the ootupatty1 Hit that sum tain had got to be done. The agent offers me a thousand dollars in dust, and a pound nugget for a breastpin, if I could give this ohap's hones to the wolves. I wasn't 't all anxious, ye understand. When a feller goes out to hunt a grinsly He may tree a b'ar or a b'ar may tree him. In this case, if I didn't get the dead sure thing on Prince Charlie at a second's notice, the top o' my head would go flying over the rocks an' the ole woman would be a widder. I thought it over for about four minutes, an' then says I: 4 Mister Gray, make it fifteen hundred, an' I'll increase this feller's weight by a pound o' lead, or ehaw red sand till spring opens.' 44 He raised me the extra mighty quick, an' J began to stiflbn my backbone. The Priuce had robbed a stage about 20 days before, an it was then about time for him to make another assessment on the shareholders. It was agreed that nothin' should be said about our bargain, and that I was to be booked an' put through as a regular passenger. I was left to make my own preparations, and I kept shady till the stage was ready to pull out for the long trip. P'raps you imagine that I loaded myself down with guns, revolvers, knives, an' sich, but I didn't. All I had was a good double-barreled shot-gun, each bar'l loaded with slugs no dust, no baggage, an' lookin' kinder down in the mouth an' played out, 'ziff I hadn't made a cent. Thar war seven other elers in the stare, an' Hank Monk was

h e driver. We went out 0' Marysville on the whoop, Monk bavin' a rifle an' two revolvers on the seat, an' lookin' as bravo as old Gen. Scott. It wasn't my game to say any thin' to any body, an' so I didn't mux in a great deal with the others. They were stout-lookin' chaps, all well armed, an1 part o' the crowd said they'd gin a clean hundred to have Prince Charlie halt the coach. They planned to peel him in about a second in case he showed up, an' afore long I got blue from thinkin' I was to be left out in tho cold when the fun commenced. 44 Waal, my boy, one arternoon we was trottin' along as smart as ye please on a bit o' level road in the Kockies, when all to once the climax showed up. The eight of us were wide awake an' ready for bizness, when all of a sudden somebody yelled out, 'Halt!' and that same Prince Charlie jumped on the trail from behind a big rock. Hank Monk pulled in the horses to once, but instead o' givin' the robber some o' his bullets, he got white around the mouth an' hopped down from his box an' held one o' the lead horses till the chap could come back to the stage and say : 4Xow, then, you gents climb down here an' shell out; an' the first man who even winks his eye will git a bullet over it!' That was Prince Charlie's style to a dot, just like you would walk into a store an' ask for ten pounds o' sugar. I don't believe I'm a coward, but wnen I heard him sing out an' realized that the chap I had sworn to kill was right thar, all filed up for biznoss, my heart jumped inter my gullet an' my knees wobbled all over. Only for a minute, though. Says I to myself : Jim, old man, brace up or Betsy Jane will put on mournin'!' an' I braced. Prince Charlie stood at the door, a revolver in cither hand, an' the passengers got down one arter another as meek as could be. Not a one o' them spoke a loud word, let alone pintin' thoir pistols at the chap. 44 Waal, I war the last one out, 'cordin1 to the plans I had laid. Prince Charlie had the hull crowd to see to, an' he didn't have but two eyes. As I got down I d rawed the shot-gun arter me, havin' hold o' the butt. The seven men were in line, their guns in the stnge,and the robber was calhn1 out. 4Up with your arms hold 'em up, an1 fur the life o' ye don't even speak to me!' As I lit on hard ground I yelled out like a panther to throw the feller off his guard, an' then sprang around the stage. Then the real bizness began. I yelled out to the others to go for the robber, an' between watchin' them an' firin' at me the Prince had his hands full. I guess he shot at me four or five times under the stage, but I wur cantorin1 up an' down, an' he didn't hit me. Pwas workin' to git him confuted an' mixed up, you see, an' I war right. In a minute or two ho slammed the stage door shut to keep the men from their arms, called out to them not to move, an' the blasted coyotes stood right thar in line, an' never moved a foot while tho robber came for mo! I war lookin' for him to come around the lead horses, but he took the other way an' gin me a bullet in the shoulder from over tho hind j wheel. Lord ! but wasn't that lead hot! An', sir, big as I am, it knocked me flat down, though p'raps tno fan saved my life, as the Prince was firin' from both revolvers as steady as the turn of a coffee-mill, I I rolled under the stage, riz up on t'other side, an' as true as ye ar' a sinner I had to laugh right out to sec them seven 111011 standin' in a row, arms up and mouths wido open ! I felt the blood tricklin' down, and, I kinder got riled. It takes a hoap to stir me up from way down, stranger, but when I get riled for good I don't mind nothin'. 44 Thathot blood blistering down my side riz my hair fur me, an' I wanted to Prince Charlie wuss nor he cared to see mo. He had begun firing again, shootin' right inter the crowd, when I started fur him. As I went around the wheel he fired slap-dab into my face, an' never touched a whisker. The range was too short for good shooiln', and thar's men livin' to-day who will tell ye that I lei go tho gun, reached out

my naked paws, an' the first thing that robber knew he was bein' shaked by a yeartaqnake. He had let his empty re

volvers fall an' drew his-howM knife, air he gin uie these are trifles on the arms while I wan slnkln' my olawa inter him. WIhmi I got settled an' ready I lifted him clean from his pins, big as he was, jammed him agin the wheel to soften his hide, an' tlien Hopped him down on the sile an' choked the life out 0' him then an' thar! Yes, sir, I did, an' it took the hull seven men to tear me loose from him. 'cause I was riled an wanted nav for my injuries. That's what I did to Prince Charlie, stranger, an' right down here is the nugget Mister uray gin me, an1 here's the scars to back it! Farsro wanted to hire me to drive stage on that line at ing pay, lots o' men nanieu camps arter me, tho newspapers gin me puffs, an' whisky didn't cost me a cent all winter." The old man shoved his hat over on his left ear a little more and added : 'Therefore, stranger, when I hear about these third-class hen-coop thieves stopInn1 stages an' makin' folks fork over, I Under teel sick kinder feel that tho boss days are gone forever. "New York bun. A Virginia Keelage. Nearly a contury ago, says the Charlottesville (Vaf) Chronicle, there lived in tho town of Charlottesville a young man who played a prominont part in society circles. He was an accomplished dancer, dressed in fashionable stylo, and was tho central figure at balls and parties. Upon one of those festive occasions a wag, who was present, attached a bundle of rags to the coat-toil of the youth, and with this absurd appendage to his otherwise faultless apparel ho went through tho mazes of the dance with the beautiful belles of the day. When he discovered tho trick that had been played upon him, tho young man was so deeply mortified that ho ever afterward eschewed society, and lived tho life of a hermit. Abandoning the gay world, he betook himself to a small building which stood on tho site of tho present residence of Mr. James Dolin, and commenced the sale of whisky. The door of his don was fastened with a log-chain, and it was never opened wider than was necessary to admit the quart bottle of a thirsty customer. At first he bought the liquor by the jug and retailed it by the pint, but as business grew brisk he purchased a barrel, and finally when the price oi whisky got down to twenty cents per gallon, he was enabled by his rapid accumulations to fill his cellar. He lived thus for many years, never leaving tho premises in daylight except at the May term of the County Court, when he would emerge from his den clothed in a drab, swallow-tailed coatr reaching nearly to the ground, and a pair of leather breeches, walk to the Court-house, procure his license and return to his hole. After night he would visit a pump near tho Court-house, and some people said that on dark nights he wuuiuexumu nis wbiks 11 no nut wviuutry . About forty years ago or more, one rainy morning, when a customer knocked at the door of this singular individual, then an old man, there was no response. The door was forced open, and the solitary occupant was found to be dead. A committee of citizens was appointed to examine the premises. The cellar was found well stored with liquor mellowed by age, and beneath the ground, buried in earthen crocks, lG,000 in specie wore brought, to the surface. Probably, with a propbetie vision of broken Charlottesville banks, he was a bard money man iu tho strictest sense of the word. A log eX wood, upon which the head of the miser rested, and a blanket, covering his stiffened limbs, constituted the furniture of the miser's home. His only ledger was a slate, upon which was found a statement of the amount of cash on band, which tallied with the contents of the earthen jars. The name of the old man was John Yesrgen. There are many of our old citizens who remember him well, and whose mouths water when they think of the superior liquid refreshments purchased for $1 a gallon through the crack in the miser's door. There were no Moffott bells to ring in Johnny Yeargen's day. Snering. Dr. John Wyoth is ontitled to the gratitude of all who are alllictod with the habit of snoring, for tho simple device ho has contrived to counteract tho vile tendency. Tho apparatus i3 described by him in tho Popular-Science Monthly, and an explanation is at tho same time given of tho cause of snoring. In tho act of hreathing, tho air may travel to and from the lungs through the channels of the mouth of tho noso. Both channels unite in a common cavity just below tlw soft palate or bono forming the roof of the mouth and the floor of the nose. Tho othor end of the soft palate hangs loose, and is moved by tho currents of air passing in and out of tho ungs, as a window-curtain is Happed by a breeze. If the air passes through tho nose alone, tho end of tho palate is proseed gently down upon tho tongue so as to lessen the movement or vibration, and no sound is heard. But, if the mouth as well as the noso be open, so that two currents of air pass in and out together during the sots of breathing, tho soft palate is thrown into rapid and sonorous vibration, and what we call snoring is the result. It follows that the remedy for snoring is to keep the mouth shut, and admit air to the lungs only through tho channel of the nose. This can be eiFeoted by means of a simple cap fitting the head snugly, and united by an elastic band, near the ear on each side, to a cap of toft material fitting the ohm.

BRIiilXC THE MABY

Man's Mmm an Wvmuh'i Wayi-You Kwnr Mew Tta YttarMlf. When a woman goes to work to drees a two-year-old child she does it in a systematic, business like manner, and without any noise or fuss ; and before you know it the youngster is slid out of tier hands with his faced washed and his hair combed, his clothes in ship-shape order, and a 10 ohromo under his arm. This all conies from knowing how, With a man it is different. He makes elaborate preparations and puts on the air of one who is getting an eighty-four gun ship ready for a two-years' cruise. He collects tho youngster's duds together in a heap, gathering them up from all over the house, and after a groat deal of bawling for this, and sharp snapping inquiries for that, and an unlinutod amount of getting down on his knees and looking around under the furniture for the othor (all of which comes from his having undressed the child the niftit before) he at length sits resignedly down in a chair and, with a feeblo attempt at good nature, says : 44 Como, Freddie, coin a to papa, and have your coses on." The child, who is just then travoling around in his night dress, and playing with a damp towel and stove wvonch, makes a bee-lino for tho door, full of a desire to oscapo into tho noxtroom. 4 4 Como, Freddie, como to papa, like a good boy," said tho fathor, with a brave effort at patience. The child keeps on his course. 44 Fred!" This sounds so much like business that tho youngster stops, turns, and tacking slowly up to tho now sternbrowed parent, gradually gets within roach, when a sudden grab of his arm brings him into position wherotho damp towol slaps around on tho fathor's clean shirt front, and the stovo-wrench plumps solidly down upon tho very top of his foot. 44 Immortal Julius!" ho screams in agony, nursing his foot with oiio hand and shaking tho poor innocent with the other; whereupon tho innocent sets up an accompanyinsr veil. A voice from below, whore the wife and mother is busied with getting breakfast, joins in the chorus. 44 Olmstead Molleson, what on earth are you doing to that child?" 44 Oh, you be darned!" goos back thequick reply, in a short, ugly, desperate growl that silences all further inquiry. Then the father, after rubbing his foot and groaning awhile, squares the child aroand an begins the process of dressing hiss, which is mostly made up of dreadful struggles between clumsy fingers and smooth porcelain buttons, a general misplacing of garments hindside before and upside down, searehes after the missing articles, and talk like the following: 44 Turn around!" 44 Stand still!" 44 Hold your arm up!" 44 Thunder and lightning;! Can't yen fet things fee?" " Mop reaching!" 44 Hold your head up!" 44 Up, I say!" 44 Can't you keep still?" 44 Where's that other skirt?" 44 Shut tip!" 44 Let go!" 44 Blast that button!', 44 Now, where in blazes is that pin?" "Stand up!" 44 There! by thunder!" 44 Why don't you fall down and be done with it?" 44 Stop your howling!" 44 Stop!" 44 Ouch! Devil tako tJbat pin!" 44 Let that be!" 44 Behave!" 44 Great scat!" 44 Say, why don't you havefourorfive thousand more buttons on, your clothes?" 44 Now, whore's that stocking?" 44 Keep your foot still ! "" 44 Say, keep yourfoot still! 44 By Jovo in Jerusalem !" 44 Gimme tho other foot!" 44 No, tho other!" 44 Can't you seo?" 44 Sanctified Solomon! what do you want to spread your toes out for? Iiow do you suppose I'm going to put your stocking on with your foot in that shape?" 44 Stop it!" 44 Stop it, I say!" 44 Prow wow! e 0 u! Who stuck that pin in that way?" 44 You, of course," says a cold, thin, cutting voice; and ho glanced Up ami sees his wife looking down on him in taunting, exasperating sort of a way. 44 I'd be ashamed of myself," she continued, 44 to go on in that way and got so out of patience with a little bit of a baby. ou'vo been making noise enough to wakothe dead, and his clothes look ;vs if they'd been thrown on with n ' pietfork. Gimme Mm!" And ho gits up silently and sullenly, ! and after slumming and Stamping around ' the house after the liniment bottle, mid ' banging doors and making 119 big a noise ; as ho can, ho works hiinsclf up into such a state of meanness and mortifica-1 tion that, to spito himself, ho goes oil downtown without his breakfast. Philadelphia World. 1 1 Electric CaNdlfiswdas 'Ssporseded. Among other buttles at which ono assists this moment in Franco is that between electric candles and gaslight. Yesterday evening I visited this peculiar caudle manufactory, in tho Avenue dos Vllliors, the director of which is a Russian engineer and also the invontor, M. Joblockoff. Now, as Voltaire observed, light comes from tho North. The laboratory is hung with pictures and colored stuffs,which can bo as oasily distinguished in their r.hados as if in full

noonday. The oandles have the same ratio to gas and oil lamps as sun to moonlight. The inventor poured wm0 glasses of water on the flame of his dips, but they burned away all tho same They emit no smoke, and consequently" oan not blacken objects, nor any heat-. 850 times lees than an ordinary candle hence books will not fall out of their bindings, nor tapestry turn into black snuff. There can be no fire, no explosions, and the light oan be laid on some three to fifteen times cheaper than gas or oil light. Tho light does not tremble or twinkle much, and none at all if it passes through a globe slightly opaque. The candle is composed of two cylindrioal sticks of charcoal, separated by a preparation of sand, ground glass and kaolin; a magneto-electro machine furnishesthe current, which Hows from one point to the othor of tho charcoal rods. Each candle burns three hours and tho extinction of one lights up another. We aro thon on tho evo of n great discovory; as tho proof of tho pudding is in tho eating of it, tho invention will soon bo tostcd, as tho circus, tho opera, the Louvro drapery shop, and tho railway termini aro to bo illuminated by tho now process. It will never bo accepted by ladies for a ball-room, us, unliko chanty, it will not cover a multitude of sins, Paris Letter to San Francisco Call. Hew Mr. Therpe Tested the Widow Betts.

Mr. Thorpe is a middle-aged widower, and some time ago he paid his addresses to Mrs. Botts, a widow on tho shady sido of forty. Thorpe is rich, and after the widow accepted him, ho began to fear that maybe she had taken him lor his money, and so ho concluded to tost her to ascertain if she really loved him for himsolf alono. So one evening when they woro sitting together in tho parlor lie said to her: 44 Hannah, I'vo something unpleasant to tell you, but I am going to do it because I consider it right that you should know it. Hannah, what would you say if I informed you that one of my knee pans is gone, and that I havo a patent ninge on mac iogr" " I should say that I euro nothing for that, my dear ; I havo only one too on my left foot. Tho others were frostbitten otf, and tho ankle is all twisted around crooked." 44 Yon don't tell me!" said Thorpe. 44 Well, but I'vo something worse tlmn that. I might as well confess now that the bald placo on top of my head is not really my scalp; I'vo been trepanned. I have a silver-plated concern set into ray skull, a kind of skylight. You can lift it up and see down on the inside of mo." 44ITmglad you mentioned k, dear," said tho widow, 44 for it gives me courage to tell you that I haven't a hair of my own on my head. I'm as bald as a chandelier globe." 44 Is that so? Gracious! I never should have expected it. But you will be surprised to learn that none of my teeth are natural. All false, and besides that I have to wpar an India-rubber thingamagig on my palate to keep it from dropping down." 44 1 am very sorry for you, John, but it's somo comfort that all my teeth aro falso too, and that I am perfectly blind in my right eye. It looks like a good eye, but it absolutely ain't worth a cent." 14 Great Heavens ! Why didn't you tell me of this before?" exclaimed Thorpe. 4,BHt while we aro on the subject, I will say further that I have chronic torpidity of tho liver. How does that strike yon?" 44 Oh, I don't mind it," said Mrs. Botts, 'because I liavo been bilious and dyspeptic for twenty years ; and besides I am ono rib short. It was broken in a railroad accident, and the doctor had to out it out. I'm subject to fits, too." 44 This is horrible," said Thorpe. "Mrs. Botts, 1 think you ought to havo mentioned those things to me when 1 proposed to you. I imagined that I was addressing a woman, a complete human creature. Hut what are you, Mrs. Botts ? Mrs. Botts, you appear to 1110 to bo a kind of a dilapidated old wreck, with not moro'n half of tho usual machinery about you. It's a wonder to mo you don't fall to pieces." 44 1 am no worse than you aro. You said yourself that you had a trap-door in the top of your head, and a gumelastic palate." 44 Yes, but those things ain't true," said Thorpe, 44 1 only told you about them to seo if you really loved mo. I'm as sound as a dollar; no inactive liver, or silver-plated skull, or any thing. But you seemed to bo kind of strung together, so's if you should knock against any thing you'd scatter all around over the carpet. I think you ought to let 1110 oft'." 4 Very well, sir, so I will. But let mo tell you that I've got nothing the matter with 1110 either. L only invented those stories to try you, because I knew you wore playing a game over me. Now 1 know you don't lovo mo. You can go, sir. 44 Hannah, I take it all back, 1 do lovo you" 44 Do you, really? Thon I lovo you more than " But 110; tho curtain had better bo drawn right hero. Tho cold and selfish world has no business with such scenes as this. They aro to bo consolidated early next month. VhUailetyhia Bulletin, A sciioouma'am in Meriden, Conn. is go unpopular that the school committee was requested by tho heads of families to dismiss her, Tho committee refused, and all Urn children havo won withdrawn from the school. Tho teach, er goes to the schoolroom every day,and draws hor wagoa regularly

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