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eg. sua A Family Newspaper Devoted to Education, Agriculture, Commerce, Markets, General Intelligence, Foreign and Domestic News. VOL. 5. NO. 12.1 PLYMOUTH, INDIANA, THURSDY, JUNE 12, 1856. WHOLE NO. 220

THE BANNER

13 PUBLISHED EVERT THURSDAY M0BS15O . rrrttm ' BY YM. J. BURNS. If rjaid in advance, 55Q . 2 00 ' If Celayed until the end of the year. 2 61) A fa lure to order a uisconunuance i iuc A. ! !r .v. .rWihd for- will be expiration oi ; - . CPOiiueicu - ' J CTNo paper will be discontinued until all SD-io papci ui .7-1.. ..- t; f arrearages are paiu, unic ... n t ; CrThe above terms will be strictly. ad hered to. adver-tTsing. (tes uses oa less'srevik. mam a square ) One square three insertions or less, Bl uu Each additional insertion, - 2j Business Cards inserted one year, a ; 00 t .,i.ar;mnt must be cash in ad anr or accented security. Advertisements, , time not marked, will be inserted till forbid den, and charged at the above rates. BANNER JOB PitlNTING OFFICE. HANDBILLS, CIECULAES, PAMPHLETS. BUSINESS CABDS, LABELS. BLANKS. &C, Executed on the shortest notice and in the latest style. , Blank DeedJ.Mortgages, o'es,Subpcewes, Executions, and all kinds of Blanks kepi on hand and for sal?. ..... i Office up stairs in the old rlymonth Hotel. D! RECTORY. -ausiiaIl COUNTY PEMOCRAT, T IVJL McD jnall and 11. B. Dickson propri a CHARLES PALMER. Dealer in Dry Goods, Boots & Shoes, Haidware. Queensware, Groceries, and Uais & aPS D:TTrw. ll SXN ETT'S office at his residence three doors north of Edwards Hotel, on Michigan street. BROOKE & EVANS, Dealers in Dry Goods Groceries, Crockery and Ready made C lothing; corner Lapoite V jj'!i-5trets' BROWNLKB & CO. Dealerl in Dry . Goods. Boots &. Shoes, Ready made Clothing. Hardware ck Cutlery. TV- T. A. LEMON, Practicing Physician. J and dealer io Drugs & Medicines, Oils, Paint 4 Groceries, east s'.de Michigan street. AVIXEDGE. Dealer in Foreign and Do- . mestie Groceries and Provisions, east 5Ja Michigan street. ' " WL. PIATT. Chair & Cabinet maker, and Undertaker. Furniture room in north room of the PlynwubHtel. HAS ELTON, Manufacturer and dealer in Boots & Shos, and Shoe Findings, west side Jlichipan street. JOSEPH POTTER Saddle and llarnefs manufacturer, corner Laporte and Center streets. GS.CLEAVELAND Wholesale and re- . tail dealer in Dry Goods. Hardware and (Jrocerifs, new building, north side Laporte st. flTQLESBEE & Co. Dealers in Dry . Goods Groceries, Hardware, Boots and Shoe?, Crockery &c; in the Brick Store. ROBERT RUSK, Dealer in Family Groceries, Provisions and Tinware. Bakery attached, east side Michigan street. IECREVM SALOON. M- H. Tibhits proprietor, up stairs in Rusk's building. T E. WCSTEUVELT & Co. Dealer in Boots & Shoes. Ready made Clothing JLc. X3ERSH1NG if THOMPSON. V,holesale and X Retail dealer in Drugs JU6icines, utw, Paints, Glass & Glassware, and Groceries. BROWN & BAXTER Manufacturers or TinSheet ron and Copperware, and dealers ia Stoves sign of Tin shop 4r Stove. CH. REEVE, Atty. at Law. 'Collections . punctually attended to iu Northern Indiana. Lands lor sale cheap. 7 ,r Y. SMITH, Justice of the peace, will lJL attend to business m the Circuit ana Com. Pleas courts. Over tbe iooidce. "sTm'L.HIGGINBOTHAM. Physician and Surgeon. Office at bis residence on he east side of Michigan street. OHN CÖÜGXE, Keeps a general assortment of Dry Goo Is. Groceries, Vegetables and Meats of all kinds. Cor. Gano M..cj).:sj rTjT D. GRAY. Eclectic Physician, will attend to calls day or niht. Office four doors north of C . Reeve's residence. TTTILLIOTT & Co. Wagon, Cairiage & Plow WA 3Ianufacturers. at their new atanc ai me outh end of the Bridge, Michigan street. DR. R. BROWN. Physician and Surgeon, will promptly attend to all calls in his piofession. Office at his residence, south Plym. A. JOSEPH. Cabinet Maker ana undertaker, South Plymouth. DR. CHAS. WEST, .Eclectic Physician. 05ce at his residence, east side Michigan street." PAILOR, Cabinet Makerand undertaker, corner Center & Washingron sts. EDWARDS' HOTEL, Wm. C. Edwards Proprietor, corner ol Michigan and Washington streets. "D C. TURNER, House Carpenter & Joiner D Knn nn Wi.V.lnjf.lIl Ktrt. fait 0 Michigan street. . AK. DEIGGS. Horse Shoeing ami Blacksmithingofall kinds done to order. Shop south east of Edwards' Hotel. AMERICAN HOUSE, O. P. Cherry & Son proprietors, South Plymouth. TOHN SMITH, Manufacturer of Fine Custom made Boots. Shop next door north f the Brick Store. ' ' TTAMES Sa M. ELLIOTT Turners, Chair Makers, and Sign Painters, Michigan street, South Plymouth., - MH. PEHEK ot CO., Dealer in FTroiiy Groceries, Provisions, Coniectionarief &c, South Plymouth. . . t W 13 CAT At tbe highest market prices, taken on subscription to the Banner, delivered at the office. July. 1855.

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Hetrospcttion.

When far from dear, long-cherished friends, In atrarger lands we roam, Bewildered by the worl l' wild strife, How street to tire am ot home! rr ; .... Joys of oar early days, Partners in boyhood's scenes and sorrows. Oar l.l.'s bright, genial rays. ...vi. u ,, ' "en round is still, . . To range the well remembered lower. Or riPI Frig, peatly rill. And muse on childhood's sunny sceres, Or pleasues past and "ne, More ihr Hm now made dou'ulv dear By having ever fl'jwn. j To wjim'er through the leafy wood. I As uiortnug g l Is the trees, ! Charmed by the tiny sougsteis' notes, I Funned by the Irnerant breeze: Away. in e ll, sequestrsd bauuts, H dlowed bv scenes of vore. To vi-w th ? wild, familiar brook We've loved so long btfjrc. Oir childhood's days, al i ! are o'er Its balmv houts have fled. Yet mornery's richly, laden store Of recollections shed A lr ly siuuine o'er our cares. O ir gloomy dreams control; The happy influence cheers tha heart. And uniuiates tha s; ul. Scene in a Bar-Room. BT H0SACE B. ETASF0B0. In tho fall of 18, I was traveling from Ithaca to Buffalo, in the State of New York, by stage. It was n bitter cold morning when we started out. and the road was frozen hard, -there having been considerable mud only a few days before. The first night we put up at Danville, and on the following morning when I woke, I found that the earth was not only covered with snow, but that the snow was then falling fast. After an early breakfast we started out on wheels, but nt the end of eight miles we were forced to take runners, the snow clogged up so that the wheels would not run. When night came on we found ourselves forced to stop at a small village ooly twenty miles from wherewe sat out in the morning. A good supper was provided at the inn, and the pi ace bad tbe appearance of com fort. We had just sat down to supper when the wind began to blow furiously od we could see, by tha dim light with out, that the snow was being whirled and dri ven in a furious manner. There was a fire in the small sitting-room and thith er we passengers six of us. adjourned, We sat there and conversed until near nine o'clock, and then I went out into the bar-room to smoke a cigar, previous to retiring In the bar-ronm I found a bright wood fire burning, end some dozen people were sitting there, smoking and drinking. (This Laws.) Several of the company I judged to be teamsters; a rough, hardy, good-rmtured set, who were enjoying themselves hugely over a big mug ol flip. Then there wre some whom 1 judged to b villagers men who lived near the inn sort of village politicians and newsmongers who made the bar-room their place of social meetings. I had lighted my cigar, and taken seat near the fite, when I noticed a buffalo skin on the end of the long settee opposite to where I sat. and I was confident there was a human being beneath it. I supposed it might be some stable hand who expected to be up most of the night, and was getting a little sleep. I was looking at the buffalo robe, end thus meditated, when I heard a low, deep, death-like groan come up from beneath it, and in a few momenta more the robe was thrown upon the floor, and the man who had reposed beneath it came down upon the top of it, and there he lay for some moments like a dead man. I had just started up. when four ol the villag era and one of the teamsters hastened to his assistance. They lifted him to his feet, and after considerable effort he roan aged to stand up. . My God! what a thrill struck my heart when I saw that face. It was one of noble features; a high brow and amply developed, over which clustered a mass of dark glossy ringlets; the face beautifully proportioned, and each separate feature exquisitely chiseled. But what an ex. pression rested there now! The .'great dark eyes bad a vacant idiotic stare; the face was as pale as death, and the lips looked dry and parched. Hia clothes were torn and soiled, and one of his hands was bloody. . lie was aurely no more than five and-thirty, and his appearance would at once indicate a man of more than common abilities But the Demon had him, and made him into something below tbe brute, How d'ye feel now George! asked one of the raeo who bad gone to bis assistance. But, he only grcaned in reply; jnd waa noon persuaded .to lie down again, being

As soon as be was on the settee once more, and the buffalo over him, the men returned to their seats. 'Who is that chap?' asked one of the teamsters, looking towatds the villagers who had been assisting the unfortunate, That's George Lockland,' returned a stout honest-looking man. Does he belong her? Yes. Didn't you never hear of himT The teamster replied that he had not. Well,' resumed the fat man 'its too bad, I declare 'tis. Lockland might be one of the first men in town if he had a mind to; but you seethe will drink; and tha worst of it is. he will make a fool of himself. He cannot touch it without doing just as he's doing now. He start

ed here as a lawyer, and a smart one he is too. Why, he can argue old Upham right out of his boots. But you see he's lost all his best customers now. They daren't trust him with business 'cause he ain't sure of doing it. He's goi one of the beauiifullest little wives you ever saw; and one of the handsomest children. But. poor things! I pity 'em. Then there is another thing; rum operates different on him than it does on most folks. It doesn't bhow itself outside, as it does on almost everybody else, but it seems to eat him up inside. D'ye see how pale he looks well he's always so when he's on one of these times. He can't eat nothing, and I den't suppose he'll put a bit of food in his stomach for a week to come.' 'How long has he been so!' asked the teamster. How d'ye meanV Why, how long both waya? How long since he took to drink; and how long since he's been drunk now?' Well he's took to drink more or less ever since he came home from college; but it's only about a year that be has been right down hard to it. You see folks began to find out how slack he wnt in his business, and they would not give him any jobs of consequence to do. 1 'spose that kind 'o set him going in this fashion. And as for this drunk, I should say he'd been on it for a fortnight. He's got down now about ns low as he can get and lire, and 1 guess he'll get sober in a day or two. But where does he get his liquoiT asked the questioner. 'You might ask Mike Fingnl that ques tion,' was the other's. answer. All eyes were turned towards the land lord, who now stood behind the bar.He'wes evidently troubled at this turn. he moved uneasily opon his high stool. Mike Fingal, spoke the teamster, 'do you sell that man rum?' Yes, I do, replied the fellow with an effort. 'Don't I sell you the same when you call for it?. ; But I aren't a poor drunkard, and yot Know it. That aren't no excuse. Mike, I shouldn't think you woulJ doit.' But when he wants rum he's bound to havp- it, end if 1 don't let him have it, somebody else would,' said the host. Now, thal's old energetically pursued the teamster. 'On the same ground you may take a pistol and go out and rob folks, because if you didn't somebody else would. But that isn't here nor there. The thing is I don't see what kind of a heart you. can have to do it. The conversation was here interrupted by a sound from the street. The wind was still blowing madly, and the snow was driving against the windows, but above the voice of -the storm camt the wailing of some one in distress. It was surely the cry of a child for help. We were all upon our feet in a moment, and the lantern was quickly lighted. My bat was already on my head or rather my cap and I went out with the rest. All went out but the landlord and his wretched customer who occupied the settee. It was some' moments before I could see at all. the snow come driving in my face so; but I managed to turn my head, and then went on. The wind as it came sweeping out through tbe passage to the stable, had piled up a huge bank of snow across the street, and io this bank we found a female with a child in her arms. She had not seen the huge barrier of snow in the dark, and had got completely fast. She seemed faint and frozen, but yet she clung to her child. The man who' carried the lantern, held it up to her face. The features were half cova. ered with snow, but the momentary glare of the lantern was sufficient to reveal to me a face of more than ordinary beauty. Heavens!' uttered the man who low. - . -- j ered the lantern, and' caught the woman by the arm, 'Kate Lockland ia that you? But without waiting her reply, he turned to the rest of ns and cried, 'Here, take th? child, some of you, and I'll carry the -to-

The child was quickly taken, and ere many moments we were back in the barroom with our burden. The two were taken to the fire and the snow brushed from them. Who's them?' -asked the host. Only Kate Lockland and hr child-,' answered the fat man. What d'ye bring 'em here for?' the host uttered, angrily. 'Why didn't ye take "em to your own house, Jim Drake? 'Cause my house is too far.' The host was coming around the bar. and his eye was flashing with mingled shame and anger, but before he got fairly

out. the stout burly teamster who had said so much, started up. Mike Fingal.' he uttered, in tones such as ouly a man confident of his own physical powers can command, 'don't you put n finger on that woman. Don't you doit. If you do it, I'll crush ye as 1 would a pizen spider!' Fingal looked the speaker In the eye for a moment, and then muttering some thing about a man's having a right to do as he pleased in his own house, he slank away behind the bar again. I now turned mv attention to the woman and her child. The former way sure ly not more than thirty years of age. and she was truly a beautiful woman only she was pale and wan, and her eyes were swollen. She trembled fearfully, and I could see her bosom heave as she tried to check the sobs that were bursting forth. The child was a girl about four years old. She clung close to her moth er, and seemed frightened almost into a forgetfulcess of her cold fingers and feet. Kate Lockland, what in heaven's name are you doing out this night?' asked Jim Drske. 'Oh I was trying to find your house. Mr. Drake, for I knew you'd give me shel ter. But I got lost in tbe snow. I would not have cried out in front oi this place, but my poor child did. Mr. Drake have you seen George? 0, God. have mercy on him! Poor, dear George! He dou't know we are freezing and starving in our own home! No fuel no food no' She stopped and burst into tears, acd in a moment more George Lockland leap ed to his feet. Who called mV he cried, gasing wild lv around. Kate sprang up instinctively, but ere she reached her husband she stopped. The man saw her, and for a while he was rivited to tbe spot. Soon he gazed around upon the scene about him. and gradually a look of intelligence relieved the utter blank of his hitherto pale and maniac face. No fuel ! no food! he whispered, gaz ing now upon his'wife. 'Starving! God have mercy! Who was it said these words? Where am I?' George? George?' cried the wife, now rushing toward, end flinging her arms about her husband's neck. Dcn(t vou know me?' Kate! No fire! Here's fire!' 'Ay, George Lockland said Jim Drake, now starting up; 'this ain't your home. Doot ye know where you are?' Again tha poor man gazed about him. and as n fearful shudder convulsed hia frame, and his hands involuntarily closed over his eyes, I kuew (hat tho truth bad bursted upon him. No fuel! no food!' he groaned. Oh, sir whispered the wife, catching Drake convulsively by the arm. Take us away from here, do.' . 'But you're cold, Kate.' No, no, no. It's only a little way to your house, I shall die here! 'Will you go home with me, George? Jim asked of the husband. Any .where! grasped the poor man. 0, my God! No fuel! no food! Kate are you hurt?' But the wife could not speak, and as aoon as possible the fat old villager had the lantern in readiness, and half a dozen went to help them. Come he said, ead George one of you. You take Kate you are stouter than I and I will take the little one This last was spoken to the stout teamster, end he took the wife in hia arms, as though ehe had been an infant. Its only a few steps said Drake, as he started to go. 'I ll send your lantern back Mike Fingal And with this the party left the barroom. I went to the window and saw . . them wading off through the deep snow, and when they were out of sight I turned away.- The host came out and began to explain matters; but I was sick enough already, and with an aching heart I left tke room. M On the following morning I came down to breakfast later than usual, for I had

slept but little through the night. About nine o'clock the driver came in rind told us the stage would be ready in five minutes; I went to the bar-room fora cigar. Jim Drake had just come in to bring the old cloak they had wrapped around the child the night before. What'Il ye have this morning Jim?' I beard the landlord ask, as he set out a tumbler. Nothing;' returned the fat man emphatically. 'I'm done, Mike Fingal. I am done with that stuff, 111 drink no more of it. I would'nt have come now only

poor Lockland was up nnd his sweet lit tle wife was hanging about his neck. They was crying so, that I could'nt stand it, and I had to clear out. 0, it's dread ful, Mike Fingal. You don't know what them poor things have suffered! But they shan't have ray example any more.1 'All ready!1 shouted the driver. And I was forced to leave. The wind had all gone down; the air was sharp and brac ing; and slowly we wallowed away from the village. I reached Buffalo two days later than I expected when I set out, and having transacted my business there, I went on to the Mississippi, and so on down to New Orleans. Four years afterwards I had occasion to travel that same road again, and stopped in that same village to take dinner. The bar was still open but Mike Fingal had gone away. I walked oulaf ter dinner, and soon came across a neatly painted office, over the door of which I read: George Lockland 'Atorney and Counsellor tit Law. In less than five minutes afterwards, I saw a fat good-natured man coming towards me whom 1 at once recognized as Jim Drake. As he came up, I said; Excuse me sir, but I wish to ask how Mr. Lockland ia getting along now. 'Squire Lockland, yju mean!' he as. swered, with a proud look. 'You know him then? I did once,4 said I. Then you ought to know him now. He is the first man in the county the first man sir. Four years ago this next month that's coming, he was just about as low as a man oould be. Did you ever know the Squire's wife?' 1 have seen her I replied. I saw that Drake didn't recognue me. But you should see her now. Ah.it was a great change for her. That's their child that little girl coming this way. Ain't there a little picture for ye?' I looked and saw a bright eyed, sunny haired girl of some eight summers, coming laughing and tripping along like a little fairy. She stopped as she came to where we stood, and put her arms to 'Uncle Drake as she called the old man, and while he was kissing her and chatting with her, I moved on, I looked back once at that happy, beauteous face, just to con trust it with the pale, frightened features I had 6??n that dismal night, in the bap room. Jristccrary. One of the parvenu ladies of our city, but would.be wonderful aristocratic in II her domistic concerns, was visiting a few days since at Major 's, (all know the old Major) when after tea the following conversation occurred between the Major's old fashioned lady and the top knot in cou6equence of the hired girl occupying a seal at the table. Why, Mrs. G . you do not allow your hired girl to eat with yoa at the ta ble? It's horrible!' Most certainly, I do. You know this has ever been my custom. It was so when you worked for me don't you rec ollect?' This was a 'cooler to silk and satin greatness; or, as the boys call it 'codfish aristocracy After coloring and 6tam mering. she answered in a very low voice. 4Y-e-a I b-e-l-i-e-v-e i-t w a s, and sloped. What a withering rebuke! And how admirably it applies to very many of our strutting aristocracy. When will the world learn that pov erty is not evidence of meanness and degradation; nor silks and satins the sure evidence of a true and noble woman. But hypocrisy, seIfconceit, a disposition to oppress and degrade those under us, are unquestionable indices to low. uned ucated and uncultivated minds. Misfor tunes and poverty may overtake us all It may be our present companion. The mind, however "educated, -refined ennobled by reading and reflection, is the sure and only foundation for respect and true greatness; if it fs'attempted (otherwise, the 'ears' will unvoidably protrude in spite of thelion's skin Detroit Advertitr.' ' Mr Herbert M.'Cfrom California, who killed the waiter. Keating, at Willard's Hotel,' has given to tbe widow of the deceased a neat house, settled upon her a handsome annuity, and provided for the education of her children.' A roan ceases to be a eood fellow, tha v . W , - other people wish him to do. ' i

A Hero for the (teion.

OH, HOW JIM WILLIS RAISED a TILE. Many of our readers no doubt remember the facetious comedian. Jim Willis, who played iu St. Louis some years ago. He was a queer compound of human nature; a man who could with ease-make others laugh, but seldom laughed himself. About ihe time the 'Texas excitement ran so high in the United States, Jim Willis was in Pittsburgh, in that situation so common to play actors, 'flat broke,' stnndir.g on the wharf with his solemn visage expanded, planning how he could get down the river without money, when he heard a drum and fife. lie saw a half uniform soldier'about embarking for New Orleans, bearing a Texas banner. A thought struck him. Next day he sent his trunk on board the first boat to start, and just as the captain tapped the bell the last time, Willis stepped on bonra. dragged his trunk into an unoccupied state room and took from his theatrical wardrobe a soldier3 coat, with a buff breast and thrse rows of buttons, a chapeau with an immense plume, a red sash and a pair of false whiskers. By the time the boat got fairly under way, Jim was futly equipped, with his stage sword hanging gracefully by his sid. Drawing on his white gloves, he hesitated a moment, but relying on his peculiar powers he opened the door into the cabin, which was filled with passengers. Ina moment all eyes were turned towards him, but he walked up to the bar and drank a glass of braudy and water. In the meantime all was bustle and confusion to find out who the officer was. A general rush was made for the register, but he had not yet put down his name the captain was consulted, but he knew nothing. At length, however, feeling a little curiosity himself, he walked up to Jim, bowed politely and said: Sir 'Sit to you said Jim, touching his chnpeau a la militaire. Will you do me the favor to register jour name, 60 that I can provide a stateroom for you?' 'Oh, with pleasure said Jim. and walking up to the register, he flourished in rouud text. C. P. Edwards, Major. Texas army.' The crowd pressed around the table they read the name universal enthusiasm prevailed, the three tremendous cheers were given for Texas and Liberty! Jim took otf his chapeau, acknowledged the compliment with a grateful bow, and a few very political remarks. It is almost needless to say that from that moment the oi distant Major was a loin. Every one sought his acquaintance, the ladies opened the cabin door to get a peep nt him, he was placed nt the head of the table, and at night made drunk as Bacchus on chainpaigne. Next day he was promenading the herricane deck, linked arm in arm with the Captain and a warm hearted Southerner, who resided in Yicksburg. Major said the Southerner, 'I know you have been on a mission to collect arms, ammunition and recruits, but cn this subject you must of course be mum, in consequence' of the treaty between Mexico and the United States. For my pari I could äee all the copper colored rascals hung like dogs on the trees 'What ever my business may have been, I find I have exhausted my means in tbe cause; in fact I fear I shall not be able to pay my passoge until I get to New Orleans.' 'Pon't mention it said the Captain, 'I could not think for a moment of taking anything from you 'I havn it exclaimed the Southerner, come with me. The trio adjoinedto the clerk's office, where a stirring appeal for aid to Texas was written." The Southern gentleman carried it among the passengers, and col lected $150. which was handed over to Willis. At nicht a grand supper was given, at which speeches were made, and toasts were drank. The cabin was decorated with the star spangled banner, entwined with the flag of the lone star, manufactured by the ladies out of their white and red, 'oh-no-we never-mention ems for the occasion. At 12 o'clock the company commenced singing songs and at length the Major was called upon to favor the company with one. He complied by singing his favorite 6ong of Billy Barlow. 'Brave!' said one. 'Excellent!' 6aid another. 'Capital!' said a third. ' I could do it better said Jim", who was fast verging into the fourth stage of intoxication, 'if I had my proper togas on After giving three faint huzzas for Texas, the party broke up. - INext morning the clerk werjt into Mil lis's state room to call him to breakfast. Imagine his surprise when he discovered that the Major had turned in all standing, with boots, chapeau and 6word on, bis feel snugly laid on a pillow. He was Texas Major, and of course no fault was found. Thus things weut on, and Wil lis reached New Orleans'in triumph. There he doffed his uniform and returned to Vicksburg, where he got an engagement in toe tneatre. tit become a great fa vorite; nnd when he was at the zenith of his glory, the old gentleman-that he mel on the boat went to the theatre. Between the pieces Willis sune-'Billv Barlow, -The old fellow was bewilder ed. , The afterpiece came on, and Willis appeared in the identical suit in which he had enacted the Texas Major, After tbe theqtre was out, the old fellow sought an interview, with him. VYou rascal!- I ought to shoot you. but the trick was so clever, I forgive you; let's say no more obout it.' , Jim looked at him a moment

with a serious expression, and then re. plied: - - v.o :-w Man in his time playacaaay parts.'

A PRIVATE ROOM. OR THE EFEOT-S Or DRINKING PUNCH.

One particular dark. damp, drizzly ani disagreeable day in the latter part of November, a tall, gaunt, queer looking customer, dressed in a blue coat with metal buttons, with jailer 6triped pantaloons, and calfskin terminations, sat solitary and alone in a little room situated in a certain little tavern, in s: Philadelphia. Before him was a little round table, cn whose marble top was a little pitchet Ct smoking punch. 'Bereichen hot. and a wine glas. The solitary individual wes York nothin else, dear child and that was his Ber.ortJ pitcher full nigh hi second empty. One minute a fter and you could'nt fact, you see have squezeda drop out of either pitcher, or glass by a forty-two pounds hydraulic press. York rang the bell. The water popped his head in the door. Ring, sa? Of course I did. Is it clearing cfiV, No sa damp, sa fog uo chick, jou could ladle it out 'th a spoon, sa. Have anything sa?' - More punch and strong Yes sa immediately sa The waiter withdrew and in a few seconds returned with a third pitcher of punch and York was beginning to feel glorious, when on raising his enes, he saw bis own figure in a pier glass directly opposite. He rubbed his eyes again. By thunder!' said he, there' some fellow sitting right before ' me. I'll swear ' there's impudence ' for you! This is a private room, sir, for my sole accommodation.' He waited a minute, expecting an answer, but his reflection only stared at him and held its peace. 'I was saying, sir, that this is my private room mine sir!' cried York, fetch ing his voice an octave higher then it was before. No answer was made, and he rang the bell furiously. The waiter made his appearance again. Ring.sa? ies, i aid ring., jjiun t 1 ask tor a private room?' Yes, sa; this is a private room, sa It is! Why there's a fellow sitting right opposite me now, on the other side of the table. Rot his impudence t Table, sa fellow, sa?' Yes, there he is. Well, just never mind. Byng on some more punch and a couple of glasses.' In a very short time the fourth pitcher with, two glasses made its appearance. York filled one of the glasses, and then shoved it over the table. Will you drink? said he, addressing the figure in the glass. 'Oh. you won t, eh? Well, I I will.' And so be did. Better drink, old fellow,1 fconlinued he. Your liquor is getting cold, and you look as if you was fond of the thing No answer being returned, York finish ed the pitcher, and rung the bell again, in popped the waiter. Ring,sa?' To be sure I did. Did'nt you hear the b-b-belir 'Ididsa Did'nt I order a p-p-private room? Eh?' Yes, sa this is a private room. sa. 'A pretty private room thia is, with a lff fellow sitting right opposite that won't take a glass of punch when its offered him; a r-r-red nosed man at that. 0, well, never miud, bring more puuch, and t-t-tumblers. I'l try him again. Presently pitcher number five, and glasses to matchwas borne in with due state. Better try some, old boy said York, coaxingly to his double. The reflex merely looked good natured but said nothing. Well continued York with a sigh, 'if thi3 is'nt the moat infamous. Never mind. I'll drink the punch And so he did every bit of it. About five minutes sufficed to end tho pitcher. York rang the bell superfuriously. The waiter came again. . 'Ring, sa? Why certainly. Why should'nt If Where is the roan who keeps the place?'. Boss.sa? I'll see 'im sa . -Shortly after, mine host, a quiet looking little man with a mottled, calico patteru face, and a chining bald head made bis apearance. W-w-what's to pay?' demanded York) rising and assuming an air of dignity. . Five punches five levies, sir. 'There's the money, sir said York for kins over the coin. And now I want to know why, when I call for a private room, vou should put me here with, somebody els?' : 'There's nobody here but you end I sir Nobody! Do you a-s-suppose I can't see? Do you think lam drunk? There, look there', two of 'me, by jingo!' Well sir, I must confess, 1 can't see but us two You can't eh?' And York dragged the landlord to the table. Look there continued he, pointing to the'glass. 'Th-th-there's tha rascals, now. ".One of ,'ems enough like you to be your brother, and the other is .the most Lord forsaken meanest looking white man' I ever saw, 'Atlanta-fixamincr Hope writes the poetry of a bo but memory that of a man. Man looks for ward with smiles, but backward with sight. Such is tbe wise Providence of God. The cud of life is sweetest at the rim; tha flavor is impaired as we drink that we may not struggle when it is taken

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