Marshall County Democrat, Volume 1, Number 21, Plymouth, Marshall County, 3 April 1856 — Page 1

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-j... . r rW THE BLESSINGS OF GOVERNMENT, LIKE THE DEWS OF HEffifct SHOULD FALL ALIKE UPON THE RICH AND THE POOR JACKSON. ' r ; - nr ' ., ., z: - PLYMOU.TÖV IND., APRIL 3, 1856. VOL. 1, NO. 21.

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Business Canb not exceeding three lines, inssr ted under tins head, at $1 per annum. Persons advertising in the "Democrat" by the year, will be entitled to a Card in the Business Directorr, without additional charge. 3Äarsliall(ouniü democrat JOB PRINTING OFFICE. We have on hand an extensive assortment of And are prepared to execute JOB AND FAiM'Y PRIMIXG! Of every description and quality, such as m CIRCCLAM, HANDBILLS, LABELS, FAMrilLETS, BUSINESS CARDS, B'.AXK DEEDS A MORTGAGES CATALOG CES, .And in short, Blanks of every variety and description, on the shortest notice, k on reasonable terms ILYMOUTII BANNER, BY W. J. BURNS, l'lymouin, inu. BROWNLEE k SHIRLEY, DEALERS IN Diy Goods and Groceries, first door east of 'Michigan street, Plymouth, Ind. BROOK k EVANS DEALERS IN DR Goods and Groceries, corner Michigan and La Porte streets. Plymouth, Ind. PÄLIVIER, DEALER IN DRY GOODS & . Groceries, south corner La Porte and Michigan streets, fly mouth, Ind. N h nr.i.FRKK k Co.. DEALERS IN Drv Goods k Groceries, Brick Store Michigan street,. . . , .Plymouth, Ind Trnif v rnvc.l.V.. DEALER IN DRY GOODS ß and Groeeries,conier of Michigan and Cano streets... , Plymouth, Ind. w KSTKRVELT k HEW IT. DEALERS in Dry Goods & Groceries, Plymouth, Ind. G s. CI.EAVELAND. DEALER IN DRY X. Good, Hardware, etc.,. . Plymouth, Ind. M RS. DUNHAM, MILLINER & MANTUA Maker, Plymouth, Ind. B ROWN i BAXTER, DEALERS IN Stoves, Tinware, ic Plymouth, Ind. H 'ft. PKRSIlIN'f; A: Co.. DKALKKS IN Drugs and Medicines,. . .Plymouth. Ind. A DAM VINN EDGE, WHOLESALE and Retail Grocer, Plymouth, lud. RUSK, DEALER IN GROCERIES k . Provisions, Plymouth, Ind. JW. DAVIS, SADDLE AND HARNESS . Maker Plymouth, Ind. H E-N RY Pi ER C E , DEALER IN CLOthing k Furnishing Goods, Plymouth, Ind. A YRES BALDWIN, MANUFACTURER of Hoots & Shoes, Plymouth, Ind. M. U "PI ATT. MANUFACTURER OF Cabinet Ware, Plymouth, Ind. $ LUYTER k FRANCIS, HOUSE CARPENU rsk Joiners, Plymouth, Intl. M IV". SMITH, JUSTICE OF THK PEACE, . Wct side Michigan st., Plymouth, Ind. THILLIOTT k Co., Wagons, Carriaj ,ires & Plows, Plymouth, Ind. c 0LL1NS k NICHOLS, MANUFACTURcrs of S vsh kc Plymouth, Ind. B ENJ. BENTS, BLACKSMITH, Plymouth, Ind. VK. BRIGGS, BLACKSMITH, Plymouth, Ind, I) AG U ER R EOT YrES, BY J. E. ARMSTRONG, Plymouth, Ind. SALOON, BY M. II.TIBBITS, Plymouth, Ind. AMERICAN HOUSK, BY G. P. CHERRY & SON, Plymouth, Ind. E r' Anrm nrvrPT nv U' f EDWARDS. .1111 A-S -J A A M - ' " " - ' m Plvinnuth. Ind. m t ' - - y A C. CAPRON. ATTORNEY k COUN-w-Ior at Liw Plymouth, Ind. C HAS. II. REEVE, ATTORNEY AT LAW A. Notary Public,. .Plymouth, Ind. H ORACE COUBIX, ATTORNEY AT LAW Plymouth, Ind. HODGES k PORTER, ATTORNEYS AT LAW ; "lymouth, lud. s AML. R CORDALEY, NOTARY PUBLIC, Plymouth, Inu. "BROWN, GENERAL LANITaGENT Plymouth, Ind. D. rmilF.O. A. LEMON. PHYSICIAN. SURJL EON k Druggist, Plymouth, Ind. RUFUS BROWN, PHYSICIAN k SUItGEON Plymouth, Ind. HIGGINBOTIIAM, PHYSICIAN & SUR- . GEON, Plymouth, Ind. W. BENNET, 1'IIYSICIAN t SUKGEOX, Plymouth, Ind. I, D.GRAY, Eclectic Physician, Plymouth, Ind. K LINGER Si BRO. DEALERS IN LUMBER etc, Plymouth, Ind. J, PATTERSON, DEALER IN VArious kinds of Meat, Plymouth, Ind. I VERY STAHLE BY WM. M. PATTERI son Plymouth, Ind. A USTIN FULLER, MANUFACTURER And dealer in Flour Plymouth, Ind. H ENRY M. LOGAN k Co., DEALERS IN Lumber, kc Plymouth, Ind. "IT OS EPH POTTER, SADDLE & HARNESS Maker, Plymouth, Ind. A M ERIC AN HOUSE, G. P. CHERRY k Son, Proprietor?, Plymouth, Ind. B ARDERING AND HAIR DRESSING, BY Alfred Billow?, Plymouth, Ind. M T ITC HELL k WII.COX, MANUFACTUrcraoi rivwa, Plymouth, Ind BLANK DEEDS AND MORTGAGES! We now hare & good supply of Blank Deed and Mortgage, of an approved form printed in the ßrt style of the art, on fine white folio post, and for at one dollar per rmire, or five erntn ringle ALSO, BLANK NOTES ON HAND, and printed to order on short notice. Justice lank printed to order, and on reasonable Unna at . THraOrnct.

From the Crayon. TALK WITH THE DEPARTED.

BY SIRS. L. II. SIGOVKNCT. The vine-tree o'er our trellis Hath twined a graceful screen. And draped thy favorite casement In purple Went with greenBut now autumnal saffron Doth round each leaflet run, And wc gather in the clustersDost thou know it, oh, my eon? There's a bridal 'neath our roof-tree. The deathless chain i wove, And the benediction uttered By on urhom God doth lovt; And a gentle creature bendeth Like a lily in its sphere, As thronging friends surround her With smile and word of cheer. Draw near the charmed circle, Look in these eyes of blue, Gazed they not into thine with love When cloudlcüs life was new? And lighter than the TOtmg gazelle, And playful as the fawn, Roamed not those fairy feet with thine Thv father's velvet lawn? Press closer; see the beating Of that bosom pure as snow, That stirs the orange blossoms. And the veil with silvery flow; Slept she not in thy cradle. Your twin-souls linked in one? Is she thine only sister? Dost know her, oh, my son? ITnfold thy viewless pinion. Clasp her in strong embrace, The darling of our household, The last of all my race; Give her a brother's greeting, A flower without a thorn. Thou wert the idol of her heart In life's delightful morn. She, from a widowed heart-stone, Returnless flight doth take, And for her priestly husband A happy home will make: A happy home she'll make him Where'er may be their rest. For a holy, dove-like sweetness Is the temper of her breast. There's one who museth lonely. In the chamber where of old She watched thy childhood sleeping On the sunny pillowed fold. She hath given the bride her blessing, A blessing nobly won None are left a home to love her Dost know it, oh, my son? Why question thus the spirit? Upon its unknown way, That robed in mvsterv, holds no more Affinity with clay; Affinity with sorrow. With the bitter tear that flows, With the failing of the streamlet, Or the fading of the rose. Why question thus the spirit? From the mortal ties et free; t It speaks no dialect of earth, It may not answer thee. Cling to the faith of Jeu", Hold to the Glorious Head That binds in one communion The living and the dead. OUT or WORK. BT STLVANCS COUD, JR. 'It's no use, Maria, I have tried everwhere.' I3ut you are not going to give it up Peter.' 'Give up? How can I help it? Within four days I have been to every book bindery in the city, and not n bit of work can I get.' 'Hut have you trkd anything else?' What else can I try?' 'Why, anything that you can do. Yes, I've tried other things. I have been to more than a dozen of my friends, and ottered to help them if they would hire me.' 'And what did vou meati to do for them?' 'I offered either to post their accounts, make out bills, or attend to the counter.' Mrs. Stanwood smiled as her husband thus spoke. 'What makes you smih?' he asked. 'To think you should have imagined that you would find work in such a place. But how is Mark Leeds?' 'He is worse off than I am.' 'How so?' He has nothing in his house to eat. A shudder crept over his wife's frame no 'Why do you tremble, wife?' 'Because when wc shall have eaten our breakfast to-morrow morning, we shall have nothing.' What!' cried Peter Stanwood, half starting from his chair, 'what do you mean that?' 'I do.' 'But our flour. 'All gone. I baked the last this after noon. Hut wo have pork!. You ate the last thi-i noon. Then we must starve! groaned the stricken man, starting across the room, Peter Stanwood was a book-binder by trade, and had now been out of employment about a month, He was one of those who generally calculate .to keep about square with the world and who consider themselves particularly fortunate if they keep out of debt, He was now thirty years of age, and had thifo children to provide for, besides himself and wife, and this together with houio-ront, was a hdivy tax

upon his purse, even when work was plenty, but now there was nothing. 'Maria, said he, stopping and gazing his wife in the face, 'we must starve. I have not a single penny in the world. 'But do not despair, Peter. Try again to-morrow for work. You may find something to do. Anything that is honest is honorable. Should you make but a shilling a day, we should not starve. Trust to me for that. The landlord shall not turn us out. If you will engage to find something to do, I will see that wc have house room? 'I'll make one more trial, uttered Peter despairingly. 'But you must go prepared to do anything. 'Anything reasonable, Maria 'What do you call reasonable? Why anything decent. The wife felt inclined to smile, but the matter was too serious for that, and a cloud passed over her face. She knew her husband's dispositions, and she felt sure he would find no work. She knew he would look for some kind of work which would not lower him in the social scale, as he had once or twice expressed it. However, she knew it would be of no use to say anything to him now, and she let the matter pass. On the following morning, the last bit of food in the house was put upon the table. Stanwood could hardly realize that he was penniless and without food. For years he had been gaj, thoughtless, and fortunate, making the most of the present, forgetting the past, and leaving the future to take care of itself. Yet the truth was naked and clear; and when he left the house he said Something must b done.' No sooner had the husband gone, than Mrs. Stanwood put on her bonnet . and shawl. Her eldest child was a girl seven years old, and her youngest four. She asked her next door neighbor if she would take care of her children until noon. These children were known to be good and quiet, and they were taken cheerfully. Then Mrs. Stanwood locked up her house and went away. She returned at noon, bringing some dinner for her children, and then she went away again. She came home in the evening before her husband, carrying a heavy basket on her arm. W11, Peter,' she asked, after her husband had entered and sat down, 'what luck?' Nothing! nothing!' he groaned. 'I made out to get a dinner from an old chum, but I could not find work.' And where have you looked to-day?' 0 everywhere. I've been to a hundred places, but, but it's the same story every place. It's nothing but one eternal no, nol I'm sick and tired of it.' What have you offered to do?' 'Why, I even went so far as to offer to tend liquor store down town. The wife smiled. Now what shall we do?' uttered Peter spasmodically. Why, we will eat supper first, and talk the the matter over.' 'Supper! Have you got any?' 'Yes, plenty of it.' 'But you told me you had none.' 'Neither had we this morning, but I've been after work to-day, and found some.' You! You been after work!' uttered the husband in surprise. Yes.' But how where what?' 'Why, first I went to Mrs Snows. I knew her girl was sick, and I hoped she might have work to be done. I went to her and told her my story, and she set me at work at once doing her washing. She

gave me food to bring home to my children, and paid mc three shillings when I through.' ,r.. 'What you been washing for our butcher's wife?' said Peter, looking very much surprised. Of course I have, and have thereby earned enough to keep us in food through to-morrow, at any rate so to-morrow you may come homo to dinner.' But how about the rest.' Oh, I have seen Mr. Simpson, told him just how we were situated, and offered him my watch as pledge for the payment of our rent within two months, with the interest on arrearages up to date. I told him I did the business because you wero away hunting up work.' So he's got your gold watch?' 'No, -he wouldn't take it. He said if I would become responsible for the rent, he would. let it rest.' 'Then we've got a roof to cover us, and fod for to-morrow. But what next? What a curse these times arc!' Don't despair, Peter, for wo shall not starve. I've got work enough to keep us alive.' Ah what is that?' 'Why, Mr. Snow has engaged me to carry small packages, baskets, bundles, Ac, to his lieh customers. He has had to give up one of his horse. 'What do you mean, Maria?' Just what I say. When Mr. Snow came home to dinner, I was there, and asked him if he ever had light articles w hich he wished to send around to his customers. Never mind all that wasaid;' Iledid, happen to want just such work "done, though he had meant to -call upon the idlers that lounge about the market. He promised to give mc all the work he could, and I am to bo there in good season to-morrow morning.' 'Well, this is a pretty go. My wife turned butcher's boy ! You will not do any such thing.' 'And why not? 'Because because ' 'Say because it will lower me in the social scale.' Well; so it will When it is more honorable to lay s till and starve, and sec one's children starve, too, than to earn honost bread by honest work. I tell you, Peter, if you cannot find work, I rau6t. Wo should have been

without bread to-night, had not I found

work to-day. You know that all kinds of light agreeable business are seized upon by those who have particular friends, and engaged in them. At such a time as this, it is not for us to consider what kind of work we will do, so long as it is honest. Oh, jrive me liberty of living upon my own doserts, and the independence to be governed by my own convictions of what is light. 'But my wife, only think you carryirg out butcher's stuff. Why, I would sooner go and do it myself.'. 'If you will go,' said the wife, with a smile, 'I.will stay at home and take care of the children. It was hard for Peter Stanwood, but the more he thought upon the matter, the more he saw the justice and right of the path into which his wife had thus led him. Before he went to bed, he promised that he M ould go to the butcher's the next morn111 LT. And Peter Stanwood went upon his new business. Mr. Snow greeted him warmly, praised his faithful wife, and then sent him off with baskets, one to a Mrs. Dixall's. And the new carrier worked all day, and when it came night he had earned ninetvseven cents. It had been a day of trials, but no one sneered at him, all his acquaintances whom he met, greeted him the same as usual. He was far happier now than he was when he went home the night before, for now he was independent. On the next day he earned over a dollar; and thus he continued to work for a week, at the end of which he had five dollars and seventy-five cents in his pocket, besides having paid for all the food for his family, save some few pieces of meat Snow had given them. Saturday evening he met Mark Leeds, another book-binder, who had been discharged from work with himself. Leeds looked care-worn and rusty. 'How goes it?' asked Peter. 'Don't ask me,' groaned Mark. 'My family are half starved., But can't you find anything to do?' Nothing.' 'Have you tried?' Everywhere; but it's no use. I have pawned all my clothes save those I have on. I've been to the bindery to-day, and what do you suppose he offered me?' What was it?' WThy, ho offered to let me do his handcarting! He had just turned off his nigger for drunkenness, and offered me the place! The old curmudgeon! I had a great mind to pitch him into the hand-cart and run him to the 'Well.' said Peter, 'if I had been in your place I should have taken up with the offer.' Mark mentioned the name of the same individual aiain. Why,' resumed Peter, 'I have been doing the work of a butcher's boy for a whole week.' Mark was incredulous, but his companion convinced him, and then they separated, one going homo happy and contented, and the other going from home to find some sort cf excitement in which to drown his misery. One day Peter had a basket of provisions to carry to Mr. W . It was his former employer. He took the load upon his arm, and started off, and just as he was entering the yard of the customer, he met Mr. W. com in; out. Ah, Stanwood, is this you?' asked his old employer kiiidly. Yes, sir.' 'What are you up to now?' I'm a butcher's boy, sir.' 'A what?' 'You see I've brought provisions for you, sir, I'm a regular butcher's boy.' 'And how long have you been at work thus?' 'This is the tenth day.' But don't it come hard?' 'Nothing comes hard so lone; is it is honest, and will furnish my family with bread.' 'And how much can you make a day at this?' 'Sometimes over a dollar, and sometimes not over fifty cents.' Well, look here, Stanwood, there has been no less than a dozen of my old hands hanging around my counting room foi a fortnight, whining for work. They arc stout able men, and yet they lie still because I have no work for them. Last Satorday I took on Leeds, and offered him the job of doing my hand-carting. I told him that I would give him a dollar and a quarter a day; but he turned up his nose, and asked mc not to insult him! And yet he owned that his familj were suffering But do you come to my place to-morrow morning, and you shall have something to do, if it is only to hold your bench. I honor you for your manly independence.' Peter grasped the old man's hand with a joyous grateful grip, and blessed him fervently. That night he gave Mr. Snow notice that he must quit, and on tho following day he went to the bindery. For two days he had little todo, but on the third day a heavy job came in, and Peter Stanwood had steady work. He was happy more happy -than ever, for ho had learned two inings, nrst; wnai a nooio wjie no nan; aid second, how mnch resource for good he held withiii his owneu?rgics. Our simple picture has Jwo points to its moral. One is no man eän bo lowered by any kind of honest labor. Tho second while you are enjoying the traits of the present, forget not to provide for the future; for no man h ho secure but that the day may come when he will' want the squanderings of the past. A promising boy, not morcS than five yeats old, hearing some gentleman at his father's table discussing the. familiar lines, An honest man is tho noblest workof God,' said ho knew it wnn't true his mother was a better than any man that was eier made.

From the New Albany Tribune. Waterspouts A True Sketch.

bv a "salt Every reader has, no doubt, seen a description on paper of these singular phenomena, but few, even of those who "go down to the sea in ships," have been so fortunate or unfortunate as to obtain a near view of them in propia persona. When seen at a distance, they present tho appearance of ä volume of water poured from a heavy cloud which assumes the appearance, and takes upon itself, the office of a tunnel. The ocean, at the point where the column of water strikes it, is lashed into foam, which, against a dark horizon, may be seen at a disUnce of miles. Impelled, seemingly, by an upper current of air, they move along the surface of the water, when not a cat's paw can be discerned to ruffle the glassy mirror of the deep. When too near to be welcome neighbors, the curious connection between sea and sky may be broken by a discharge of cannon, or even of a musket, as will appear in the incident I am about to narrate. 1 will not presume to speculate on their cause of their effect I can speak somewhat know ingly, Several opportunities had been offered me of seeing water spouts at a distance, and the wish for a nearer view was, perhaps natural, though I mnst confess to rather an uneasy feeling when it was unexpectedly ! gratified. The good ship, of whose crew I formed an unit, was at the time, cruising for whales in the vicinity of the Gallipago Islands, lying on the "line," in the Pacific Ocean. Being a "right whaler," our energies wer j mainly directed to the destrucwon oi mc in.giuy ucnizerrs oi me lar northern regions. e had toiled hard through months of cald dreary weather, in the latitudes where the changes of day and night occur but semi-.occasionally, and were now on a sort of roving commission in more genial climes, ready to snap up any stray sperm whah providence might cast in ou r war. It chanced to be my "trick" at masthead at four bells (10 o'clock) of a beautiful calm forenoon. The sky was clear overhead, and though heavy black clouds, evidently charged with moisture, were hanging around the horizon, none of them showed an inclination to wring out in our nei"hborhood. Whales were decidedlv scarce.

Since "stowing down" the greasy part of! hatches having gone overboard in company j T Flower took up his carbine, and exfour which we had picked out of a "school" ! with everything else. : amined the powder in the pan and touched

on the coast of California a month previous, the watchful mast-heads had been un-

ii...... ... I,, ... . is by no means insignificant, particularly in sleepy weather, unless there are induce ments sufficient to warrant such an outlay of muscular effort. So I contented myself with an occasional glance across the water and around the horizon, and directed my cinet attention to the more interesting sccuc on deck, where the "watch" were busily engaged in the details of the manufacture of different fancy articles from the ivory tusks of the walrus, a plentiful supply of which wc had procured during our cruise in the neighborhood of Behrings Straits. My attention was suddenly directed to a sort of hissing noise apparently on our larboard beam, but though I scanned every foot of water within view. I could see nothing out of the common order of things. I was growing deeply interested in the movements of the turning lathe on deck, when the same curious noise, now plainer than before, assured me that something unusual was agitating the surface of the water in that direction. My careful glance at f length discovered a little "white, water" about a mile off, four points on our larboard bow. My first impression was that it was caused by a "school" of black-fish, and was evidently hearing us, I concluded to satisfy myself before disturbing the occupations of the iron workers on deck. The hissing noise grew plainer the white water came nearer, until it was scarcely a quarter of a mile off, but still I could make i nothing ot it. At length happening to cast my eyes upward, what was my astonishment I may as well sa' terror tobehold a single black cloud, nearly overhead, nothing formidable i:i size, but fearfully black, and from its under surfice pedent the ominous tunnel. There was no need of a second look here was an incipient water spout, by this time only a few cables length from the ship, and coming directly upon us. I could plainly distinguish the agitated surfice of the water whirled round as though acted on by a violent circular current of air. I hesitated no longer to use my lungs. "There is a water spout forming, close aboard, on our larboard bow," I shouted to the mate, who was putting the finishing touches to an ivory cane head. Everything was dropped in an ii.stant. Without waiting to gratify curiosity he ran aft to tb3 round bouse -ahoro were usually:

ame to -raise a "single blow" to vaiy the I to its own clement. The natch below, monotony of the scene. The exertion of! whose slumbers wore very unceremoniousholding one's head erect for two long hours i ly disturbed were to be seen peering out

kept a couple of loaded muskets, with which the officers wero wont to while away tedious hours in hazarding sl.ots at such sea fowl as approached sufficiently near the vessel. Siezing one of these he mounted the bulwarks and discharged it tu the direction of the water spout. The agitation of tho water continued a moment longer, and then, without further demonstration suddenly ceased, while tho funnel overhead slowly drew itself up into the cloud, which passed harmlessly over. Whether it would have occasioned any material damage I cannot sav, but the numerous stories current among seamen of ships submerged, and all hands hurried into oternity without a moment's warning, had agitated unpleasant feelings in my mind on its near approach, and it was with a feeling of providential escape from imminent danger that I again mounted my perch on the topgallant cross trees, from which I had made a rapid descent by means of the backstays when I ascertained the nature of tho unu-j sual visitor. A still nearer I can scarcely say view of one, at a subsequent period, only served to confirm my dread of those marine won dere. We had stopped, in our passage around Cape Horn, to cruise for a few weeks off the Rio dc la Plate, or River Plate, as it is known to sailors. The dav was dark and squally with constant heavy showers passing over; just such a dav as mav be looked for seven times a week in that vicinitv. The mast head men had fortunately been ordered down a short time previous to the occurrence I am about to relate. The watch had gathered under the hurricane

house a tolerable excuse for shelter toj keep off the heaviest of the rain, and the , .oU man" w;ls casling a spooul:ltin., ovo at a squall which had burst upon us, w hen suddenly our ears were assailed with the crashing of spars and the snapping of sails, and before a thought could be formed, the ship was completely overwhelmed with a tremenduous Hood of water, seem in gl v let down from above in a solid mass. It was over in a second, but our three top gallant masts and living jib boon were snapped short off, and everything moveable on dock was drifting in sad dis:rdcr on the waves to leeward. Some time claps jd before anv one cared to relinquish his grasp of whatever he had the good luck to fasten on, for the water was waist deep on deck, and pouring in Hoods down the hatchwavs, the We were obliged to knock away portions of the lee bulwarks, to give it a passage inm a fearful manner, like rats from their holes in high water. The ship was completely water-logged. As soon as possible j the pumps were rigged, but we jumped fresh water twelve hours before we freed hcr. This was our principal experience in o.oni oi-,;. a.,..: i J" age, for she was a staunch old craft, and as light as a bottle. Several days were required to repair the damages, and when the carpenter had constructed a set of new hatches tho "old man" took particular pains to seo that they were barred down upon the least indication of squally weather. Although we had no opportunity of see ing what had struck this sudden blow, ve wero unanimous in the opir.ion that it was a young water spout. And in my wanderings, thenceforth, on the vast deep, I felt bound to acknowledge that in the case of these wonders, that "distance" most phafically "lends enchantment to the view. DUEL IN THE BUSH. In the story of 'Emily Oxford, or life in Australia, we find the following incident of George Flower, a famous and mounted policeman, who was rent out to hunt up a very notorious bush langer, named Millighan. He met Millighan as a fellow ranger. and who supposed Fowler to be dead. Af ter some conversation Flower said: Now suppose a mounted policeman a thief taker a fellow of real pluck were to come upon you when you were alone, and challenge you to surrender, what would you do, would you draw yourtiigger at once and not give him a chance?' No cried Millighan, 'I would tell him to stand off and fight for it. Millighan,' said Flower still keeping his eagle eye upon him, aie you speaking the truth?' Yes, so help me Heaven!' 'Now let us suppose' continued Flower, that such a man as that George Flower the fellow that w as dr nvned the other day was to be in the same position with you as I am now.' I'd tell him said Millighan 'that one of us must certainly die, and challenge him, to fight fiir.'

How fight fair?' 'Whv, I'd ask him to measuie off fifir m m paces, to walk backwards five and twenty paces, and let me do the same.' 'And do you think he would do ii?' 'Yes, I do, for he is a man. 1 have of;en wished to meet that follow in the field, for what I most want in this life is its excitement and to be killed by the hand of a man like Flower, or to escape by killing him in fair light either way would be something to suit mc 'Millighan,' said Flower slowly I believu every word you utter. Now listen to what I am going to tell vou. 1 am Gcornt

Flo wen Millighan started. He gnred on FloWvr whose eye was rivittd on that of his adversary. Millighans carbine dropped from his hand, but he did not change color or betray alarm. 'Pick up your piece, said Flower pointing to the carbine and Assuming a proud and careless atti:udo. 'I am all that you have said of me Millighm. I might have shot you like a dog bv?foie I spoke just now; but I would now d3 that, for rou are a man as well as mysrlf, and you are as brave as generous. Pick up your piece and walk backwards five and twenty paces; but l ?t us shake hands first. Millighan took Flowers hand and sighed as he shook it. Do vou surrender?' suggested Flwcr half fearing that Millighan would do so and break the verv charm that bound him to the man. Surrender!' cried Millighan wiih a fmil-! and a sneer; 'So! I'll never do that. And knowing you to be a brave foof 1 have still - i chance for. I shoot as straight as you do. Bat tell mc in can. s! arc vou Georg' Fl w er Yes. vou must b But l. ar ihi; (Ins blood began to warm) if you are not we must light this dav, forafler to-div w cannot live together.' Millighan tok up Iiis cail.-ine satisfied himself that there was powder i:i the pan, and wi h his lefc thumb he pished the corner f his fiint around so as to injure ignition when he drew the trigger. Flower placed his carbi mc agahista hu st"'-. then put his hands iaio his pockets 3 and looked at Miüighan. I am Grorge Flower,' sai 1 lie, 'and who but George Flower, would d al wi;h you as I do? Don't K t us talk much or I mav ! f4,rg-t my mission and become a buh ran j ocr myselt. i llirit :1S i15511 bad done. 'Flower, for Flower you must be,' said Millighan, 'grant me it you shoot me one desire, that has haunted me. I do not dread death but I have a horror of burial. If I fall suffer me to lie :i the very spot. Let the eagle come and feast upon my carcass, pluck these eyes from their sockets and the skin from this brow Lt me lie here in this lonely region, and let my bones bleach in the sun and the rain f:dl and the moon and stars shine upon mo.' My Clod!' exclaimed Flower, seizing Millighan by the hand, 'the same dread has always haunted me, if 1 fall by your hand let me rest hero, with my head pillowed upon this gun. Let no man l:ingbe shown the spot where I fell. Tike your ground, Kii 1 Millighan, 'I am ivadv.' 'Theie is my haul' paid Flower, 'and should we moot in another world we shall not be ashamed of one another, mv bov.' Tears were standing in the eves of both ! a they parted. Each stopped backward

em-!P;uof ,r P'u Millighan followed by his

little terrier Nettles. When iht-v were about fifty yards apait they halted and looked at ru h other lor several minutes. Lioth sinuiliamoualv levcled their cat bines. But each was not disposed to tire first. At last Millighan discharged his piece, lie aimed at Flower's head. His bullet whizzed past it, and rallied away part of the 1 L whisker. Flow er fired and Millighan fi ll fiat on his f u The ball had entered his left breast. Flower ran to the fpot to catch any last word that Millighan might desire to breathe. But Millighan was dead. Chicken''. A correspondent save: Tell those of your leaders who are inteies -d i;i raiding chickens, thai a small pinch of gunpowder given to a chicken wiih tlm gapes, will c.k'oia sure a;i 1 complete euro in from one to three hours time, an 1 leave por chick, healthy and hearty. 1 speak from what I know, having liknl til.? remedy with poitl-ct s:t:Uf.icil u. My love,' sai l Mrs. F to her husband, oblige me wiih a little live, dollar bill to-day to purchase a new dress.' Shan't do any cueh thing, Agnes; you called me a bear yesterday.' La, love", that was nothing: I meant by that you Aver fond of hugging.' You little , I have no live, but here's a ten.

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