Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 September 1879 — Page 1

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• NELLIE OR AN! SARTO BIS. C BT W LUCY H. ILUTS. ' . [The following U well worth publication, although the luteltig*nee that Inspired It happily proves to be erroneous:] Oh, "i*" whom klngsTtave klgped In eonrtly have pressed all laudato* yet another sovereign claims a meet--IQ|! Another monarch stands m Black- browed and silent, white with awful splendor His haughty head is crowned; . • His royal scepter, with a gesture tender. Touching the blossoming ground. Conqueror of conquerors, he; his realm o’er *lleth _ Kings are his chained slaves; the erieth , For mercy at his hand. No largess does he offer for thy taking; The ldy on thy breast He tears from out Its place, its tendrils breaking. And sets it in his crest. Oh, man! Is this the sum of all thy glory? % Must this the ending be Of a proud country’s grand, triumphal story This grave beyond the sea? King of all Kings! How will he read the token, - Death hand in hand with fame! How dll the heart so empty and so broken, With glory and a name? —{Chicago Inter Ocean.

THE MAN WHO WAS KICKED.

But, Nevertheless, a Men whom All the Camp Found Cause to be proud Of » From the New York Hun. I fti at saw Davis at H Academy, when, at the beginning of the spring term in 1860, he sidled into the further end of the seat to lean against the wall. He was then about twenty-seven years of age. A tall, gaunt, awkard man, clad in a faded, ill-fitting suit of home-spun, and walking with an uudecided, hesitating gait, with his | head thrown forward, and one un- . certain hand helplessly rubbing a re- ! ceding chin, was the figure presented ; as he went out of the hall at the close j of prayers. Inflfmity of purpose was | written all over him. He had an air i of being old without ever having oeen . young. His face was long, with large features, high cheek bones, a long nose, ; prominent mouth, and a receding chin, from which a straggling whisker protruded a certain way, as though in doubt whether to grow longer or disappear altogether. It was a very weak face, with an infirm quiver of the hardlv closed lower Up, and vacillating, half timid eyes of a very pale blue. Its weakness and indecions might have been comical had not an expression of earnestness and seriousness made it pathetic. His speech was hesitating and appeaUng, as though craving constant indulgence for his temerity when speaking at all. Yet there was such assurance of his hearers’ sympathy and help,that it generally carried its point. From the time when Davis first sidled into the seat and leaned against the wall for support,he continued leaning, only exchanging the wall for his classmates, or indeed any one who would carry his weight. No sooner did his support give way in one direction than he transferred himself to another, and leaned aU the harder. During the year of academical Use his manners retained their primitive rhsticisty despite the constant attention to which they were subjected at the hands ot his fellows. His taste in dress took no turn for the better; his bearing ; and gait changed not an iota; and when he set out on foot for the hUI region whence he came, he seemed ex- j actly the same old young man that had sidled in upon us three years before. A short time afterward I learned that he was teaching the school of his native village. It turned out, however, that he earned hts habit of leaning even with him there. He asked the advice of his pupils as to what he should do so frequently that, th y took advantage of his weakness to do pretty much as they pleased. They barred the master out, refused to attend recitations, save at their own pleasure, and otherwise enjoyed themselves to such an extent that the Trustees felt compelled to demand his resignation on toe grounds of lack of government. After that he went into the country and taught a district school, boarding rouqd among his pupils. It was while thus-engaged that he became temporarily resident in the‘family of a small farmer, possessd of a grasping, questionable character, and several oa ughters for some time in the matrimonial market. These latter were thin, sharp-faced, managing maids, who partook of the unattractive characteristics of their sire. The most unattractive, perhaps, of them all set their eyes upon Davis, in lack of better material, and actualy became his wife before that hesitating person had decided what to do in the matter Alter this he drifted out oi my knowledge, and his memory, with that of othdr class associates, rapidly merged into the sere and yellow leaf of recollec-

tion. In the summer of 1871 I was one of a semi-official proepection party in Western Dakota. We intenied to « penetrate the Indian country as far as the Souri River, near the Bntish line, returning by way of the Black if circumstances permitted. The dozen men constituting the party were .all heavily armed, and we had, by Jthe way or impediment, three mule wagons. * The day before we started from the small town which, for the previous, had been our headquarters, a tall,round-shouldered man sauntered Into the camp, and, leaning against a wagon-wheel, looked kindly but inquiringly about. He wore a long coat of alpaca of eccelisiastical cut, and a wideawake hat, fustian trousers and

low gaiters tied with a string. His face was long, and its features large, and a retreating mouth, almost destitute of teeth, gave a greater prominence to his rather elongated nose. He carried a black silver-headed stick, and altogether he was a curious mixture of the clerical with the rustic. After being made the butt of considerable ridicule, he expressed, in a hesitating * way,bis desire to go to the Black Hills. And when ITeturned to camp toward evening, I found the stranger added to the ' party as the guide, philosopher, and friend of one of the . mule teams. It was Davis. How he came there was tola in a single one of his hesitating sentences. *‘You see. Mrs. Davis left me, and took up witn a neighbor of own. I suppose I was too slow for her. But I thought it might make her uncomfortable to have me living so dose by; so I came West.

THE RENSSELAER STANDARD.

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Further conversation revealed the fact that he had tramped most of the way, and that all his earthly possess ions were wrapped in the flaming handkerchief which be brought into camp Later in the evening. It was apparent from the first that the characteristics that had made Davis a conspicuous figure in academical days had not forsaken him as he had Kwn older. He began leaning from moment he came into camp. After futile attempts upon myself, he transferred his weight to a man from Kentacky—a demonstrative, - devil-may-care fellow, who was his opposite In every respect. The first day’s drive, too, revealpd the fact that, whatever may have been his capabilities as a district school teacher, they did not assist him in the driving or mules. More than once he involved the leaders in a hopeless tangle * with the wheel animals, and his complications with tha harness were a pathetic mixture of helplessness and ignorance. As to lus helplessness, it was unique and com* filete in its way. He seemed utterly ucapable of doing anything without advice and assistance. It is, perhaps, needlees to say that these characteristics, however original and amusing in themselves, were not such as to elevate their possessor in the esteem of the party. In ICtas than|a week from the day of departure the man from Kentucky had warned Davis not to corns near him again at the risk of being crippled for life. At the end of a fortnight, I grieve to say, he had been kicked by an irascible member of

the party, and the propriety of deserting him an the plains had been seriously discussed. Hardly a man spoke to him, and he seemed a very pariah in the camp. After we had been three weeks out there were not wanting signs ot the proximity of hostile Sioux. Signal smokes were seen in the evening, and j small clouds of dust low down upon I the horizon Indicated the presence of scouting bands. In the mia-afternoon of a sunny Sunday, as we were slowly ascending a low ridge in the prairie the advance scout came galloping in with a ball through the*arm, and a moment later a yelling band of Sioux began to circle about the train. To dismount and form the three wagons into a triangular barricade was the work of but a few minutes. Most of the men knew their danger and how to meet it. The Sioux were in large force, and narrowed their circles in the assurance of an easy victory. Their bullets began dropping in almost immediately. In three minutes after the ball opened several of the animals had been killed, and Johnson, our leader, lay under a wagon with a bullet through his head. As I said, all the party were heavily armed. But I should have excepted Davis, who not only was Unarmed, but from his general character was deemed quite capable of groveling in the dust at such a time. In the hurry of the moment he had been lost sight of and now, when he slipped forward to possess himself of theaead man’s gun. the man from Kentucky told him with an oath to drop it, or give it to some one who would use it. Davis did not drop it, however, but took his station at the rear end of one of the wagons. In a moment more the spirally decreasing circle of savages broke suddenly, ana swept in a wild charge toward the train. And as we turned toward the point of attack to see two of the advancing warriors drop to the quick report of Davis’ rifle, I think surprise and astonishment would have rendered us incapable of resistance, had not the Indians swerved from their course j and began circling again, as they did. But the mau who had turned the attack never stirred from his post. His slouching aspect seemed somehow to be shaken on, as he stood there erect and firm as a rock. His infirm under lip closed up lik a steel trap into a hard, straight line. His pale blue eyes wore

a cool, decided look. The man from Kentucky looked at him a moment, and went back to his post with a muttered, “Well, I’ll be blanked!” The .guide tying his wounded arm in a sling, said he’d “give it up.” The whole party breathed freer. But the whistling of bullets and the yells of the Sioux continued. In a short time the canvas tope of the wagons looked like gigantic selves. The circles of the savages widened only to contract again. Whenever a reckless brave approached within fair range, the sharp crack of the Winchester from the rear of the wagon sent a ball into his painted body. There was no random firing from that rifle; every shot brought its man. The repeated chargee of the Sioux grew less frequent from the fact of tiie loss of two or three of their number under the deadly aim of those pale blue eyes. It was after the i fifth or sixth charge of this kind that j the man from Kentucky expressed the i unanimous sentiment of the party

when he said: “Hadn’t yer better get further under cover, Davis? It’s purty open thar.” But Davis shook nis head without changing position. • The evening wore slowly away. The minutes went by to an accompaniment qf shot and yell. Some of the animals were lying dead beside the wagons. The spokes of the wheels and the beds of the vehicles were riddled and splintered with bullets. Charge after charge hyxi been repulsed. Three men were lying badly wounded inside the triangle. The victims of the deadly Winchester formed a straggling line almost from its muzzle to the circle of discomfited but not defeated Sioux beyond. -mb owner had hardly spoken a word in all that time, but had stood there like a statute of Fate. Night came on, and a low moon wrapped the landscape

in dusky crayons. The savages retained their circular guard, prepared to renew the attack on the morrow. Shadowy forms crept warily through the tall grass and dragged away the dead. The wounded began to plead piteously for water, and there was none to give. It was at a call of this kind from the man who had kicked him from his place at the camp fire a few days previous, that Davis left his poet to come forward and ask if no water was to be had. He was told that there was none: that the nearest water was a small pond at the foot es the ridge, just within the 1 surrounding circle of Sioux. Taking a bucket from the wagon, Davis eakl quietly, “I'll get some.’’ Not a man of the party spoke. Everybody realized that something heroic was about to be done. Good God! To go to the pond was to go to almost certain death. And yet no one bade him stay. I think every one was impressed with the feet that it would be useless. - We crept back to our poets In silence.

RENSSELAER, INDIANA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER,. 0 1879.

Even the wounded ceased their moans. We watched the tall figure striding straight through the shadows till it was lost in the gloom. Then came an interval of silence—awftil, appalling—broken at last by a shot ana a wild ononis of yells. In a moment all the demons of the prairie seemed let loose. Shot followed shot: the bowls had something exultant in them. Through the gloom there came a shadow—a tall figure running with a bucket in his hand. Following close behind a myriad of dusky forms, with gleaming knives and clubbed guns. Then our work began.' A continuous sheet of fire belched from the wagons, turned the howling Sioux back on their trail. In a moment more Davis staggered into the triangle with a bucket naif filled with water in his hand The mau from Kentucky left his post to grasp his hand in a grip that would

have crushed weaker bones. * “Mr. Davis,” he said, “yer a man as this party Is proud of.” The bronzed men crouching behind the wagons turned in their places to smile assent. But the hero who had run that gauntlet of fire simply placed the bucket beside the man who had kicked him, and quietly went back to his poet. The Sioux, exasperated by their defeat, kept up a desultory fire through the long grass. Just before dawn they charged again. But the Winchester alone killed three braves before the wagons were reached, and it was convened into a club wielded by a giant. When the morning came the Sioux were found watching our movements gem a safe distance over the prairie. vidently the fight was costing them too dear.

It was determined by the party, in view of the probability of tne Sioux being re-enforced during the day, to beat a retreat. Tne man from Kentucky harnessed Mr. Davis’ mules with his own hand; but when he came to hand the reins to their powder.grimed owner it was found that he was in no condition to receive them. He had been wounded in half a dozen places, and the slow hemmorhage had robbed him of his strength. We lifted him tenderly inte the wagon and began our march. The Sioux circled about us, but kept well out oi range. By midday they had disappeared. It was about this time that tiie man from Kentucky, who had been intently watching his patient for some time, brought his wagon to a sudden halt. Gathering about him, we found Davis with his eyes turned to the sky and a grayish hue stealing over his face. A minute after he reached his hand out to grasp the Kentuckian’s and so journied out into the infinite solitude. We rode in silence. When the shadows of the evening came we dug a rude grave in the prairie and buried Davis out of sight. The man from Kentucky framed his epitaph when he said: “He didn’t seem-of much account at first, but he loomed up powerful toward the last.”

Destructive Effects of Lightning Hartford (Conn.) Times. During the passage of a severe thunder storm over the Town of Vernon. Sunday, lightning struck the house and barn of Ara Fuller, setting four buildings on fire. All, including two barns and two large sheds, were burned down, the house alone escaping. A Grson who saw the discharge of the It says it appeared as though the house and barns were enveloped in a sheet of flame. There were about thirty tons of hay, four acres of rye, and several acres of oats stored. The loss is about $4,500; insured in Tollanu Mutual for $1,500. A valuable cow also was destroyed. Henry Olcott, who has charge of the farm, was attempting to close a window over the porch, when a flash came into the window. It destroyed the sash, glass, blinds and casings, and knocked Mr. Olcott senseless. The right side of his face, breast and arm were blistered. It was a long time before he was restored to consciousness. His daughter was also very severely affected. The effects upon the house are seen.in every room, from garret to cellar. One great hole through the outer wall of tne pantry shows where a bolt came that flung all the dishes inward upon the flour. The daughter of Mrs.- Fuller had just moved her invalid mother from a seat near the cooking stove to another room when the bolt descended. She says a ball of fire rolled across the room under the stove, throwing a chair upon the table, ana mixing things up pro

r o o —r x miscuously. The bolt passed through the floor into the cellar, tearing out a sleeper and came out of the ground again at a point about ten feet from the building, in the barn path, leaving a hole in the ground large enough for a rat to ruu in the whole length. The bolt that entered the pantry wrecked the room completely. It was on the opposite side of the house. The clapboards were, torn off, and a hole almost large enough for a person to crawl through .was torn through the walls. In fact, the work of destruction was thorough. Mr. Oloott’s hat shows a hole at the juncture of the crown and brim where the bolt passed through when it blistered his race, breast and arm. He exclaimed as he fell, “I’m killed,’’ and became unconscious. The house was protected with lightningrods, to conduct the fluid on to it, but these were without adequate means for its escape. There was the trouble.

A Javanese Prince.

At last accounts a Javanese Prince, the King of 8010, was expected in Paris. He is spoken of as wealthy and accomplished, having an annual income of $6,000,000, and speaking several languages. King Solo is accompanied by a full band, which is described by dalignani. “The musicians are seated, after the oriental fashion, upon a platform, attired in the gala Javanese costume. The jacket is of blue doth, with gilt buttons; the waistcoat white while a dark colored hankerQhief winds round the head, and the legs and thighs are envdoped in the national ‘sarong.’ The instruments are of bamboo, with the exception of an immense copper gong, which serves as a big drum, a couple of two-stringed ivory violins, ana a harp strung with copper wire, a sort of piano whose keys are struck with hammers instead of the fingers, and a few wind Instruments. At a Sven signal all set up a groaning, cryg, or humming, as well without false notes as without melody, while time is kept by the contortions of the dancers, the celebrated Ronggenys. copper-col-ored and almond-eyed, with their jet Mack hair bound in knots behind the head, which is itself adorned with flowers.”

GAME TO THE LAST

An Alleged Horse Thief and Burglar Hanged Three Times—His Dying Prayer— I ‘‘Hallelujah! Poll Away, Boys !”g Lead vllle Chronicle. Daniel McDow is a freighter. Last night he encamped with his teams and wagons on the Elm sheet commons, below Grant’s smelter. Fearing a visit from horse and mule pilferers, be secured his stock to the wagon by a patent fastener, and then went to sleep. A dog disturbed his slumbers about 4 o’clock this morning, and, remembering his stock, he palled up the bottom of his tent and peeped out One horse was missing. He aroused one of his men end some neighboring freighters, and they hurriedly mounted and started in hot pursuit of the missing horse. A trail was struck, and at a point about half way to Malta the horse was spied. On it was a middle aged man, ana also a bag of table-ware which had been stolen last night from the Grand hotel. The rider made no resistance when he saw the muzzles of several pistols looking him in the face. He turned the stolen horse right round and rode leisurely back to town. In the city a crowd of men, boys and some women quickly assembled, and the decision that the thief should hang was arrived at without a dissenting voice. Some rope halters were taken from the mules at the corral and spliced, the supposed thief was led to the little grove nearly in front of Grant’s new mansion, the halters fixed around his neck, with the long end looped over a crooked limb, .and then the culprit was told to pray. His face turned toward those who were about to take away his life, and to them he prayed most piteously. He denied that he was a horse or any other kind of thief. The stolen Jin his possession was Intrusted to him by a man whom he supposed to be its lawful owner, and he, the man in the halter, was merely to ride the horse to Malta, where he was to be joined by the owner.

Die executioners listened to the irayer patiently, and, after laying their leads together a few seconds, concluded to let the petitioner live, providing he would give the name of the man from whom the stolen property was obtained. The man in the halter refused to save his life by any such cowardly means, and word was given to hoist him up. He went about four feet from the earth, and was almost in the death throes customary on similar occasions, when he was lowered and given a second opportuuity to live by divulging a secret. “No, sir, I’ll die a dozen deaths,” was the response, and up went the culprit a second time. The crowd now began to cheer, a woman fainted, aud a dozen voices cried out for another chanoe. The man was let down a second rime and asked whether he still persisted in wanting to die at the end of a rope. He said he wished to prepare himself for death. The boys at the other end of the halter let up enough to allow the doomed man to kneel, and thus hepraye3T*‘o Thou merciful Most High, I thank thee for all that I have received from thee since I came to this country. I wish I had prayed oftener. Now I need your parting blessing. Let me come into leaven after I’m hung. Send down an angel to take my soul to Jesus as quick as It leaves my body. Don’t let the devil get hold of me after I’m dead. I know that I’ve been a big sinner, but Lord, you know I didn’t steed this horse and things for which I am about to die, so you will forgive me, won’t you, won’t you, good Lord, and let one of your angels come down and take me up to heaven. Oh, if you will, it won’t hurt me to die. I would a thousand times rather be with you and Jesus in heaven than tostay in Leadvilie any longer. Let me know. Lord, that I can come, and I’ll die like a Christian. Oh, yes, I know you will. All right. AU right. Bless His holy name. Hallelujah! Victory is mine at last. Bless His holy name. Pull away, boys, puU away. Pu-ul!”—and up went the accused horse pUferer on his way to heaven.

Just then a big. burly miner named Cronan rushed in the midst of the throng of executioners, and, leveling a seven-shooter on the party pulling down the rope, commanded them to let up. or their brains would be scattered. The wild and fierce flashing of Cronan’s large black eyes convinced them that he was not the one to be trifled with, and the dying man come back to earth with a thud. He was totally unconscious, and rolled over on the ground as limp as any fresh corpse. He was the only one in the crowd free from a fever of excitement. A number of pistols were drawn, everybody was shouting, and it was expected that every minute some one would shoot. The burly Cronan, still flourishing his revolver and gesticulating like a mad man, and roaring like a mountain lion, gave notice that the first man who made a move toward the half-hung man on the ground would die. He was a stranger to him, and, by G—, he should have fair play. No a— man, whether he be a horse-theif or not,

should be bung likeadog wi.hout some opportunity to prove his innocence. The culprit did not look to him like a thief, and, even if he was, the speaker would take his part, and shoot down the first man that attempted to touch the rope over his head again. Hearing which, the would-be executioners showed signsapf cooling. Tne fiery Cronan loosed the rope from the man’s neck; ordered a cup of water, bathed his face and head, and as soon as he had revived sufficiently to walk led him to the office of Sheriff Tucker, on State street, closely followed by the mob. It was about 8 o’clock when the office was reached, and the supposed thief vas handed over to the eivfl authorities for safe keeping. He was taken to the city jail, where the reporter found him bathing his rope-bruised and lacerated neck an hour later. He is about fifty years, with not a very intelligent face, but his hands show hours of honest toil.

•'Were you ever hung before?” inquired the reporter. “No, sir; I never was In such a mob iu all my life.” “Why did they make the attempt” “Because they thought I was a horsethief. They said I stole the horse I was riding, but I didn’t” “Suppose you tell ms all about this little transaction, and I will write it down in your own words. Now, go ahead.” “My name is Charles Wheeler. I

am a miner and prospector by trade. Have been down in New Mexico about a year. Cagle op to Leadvilie about a week ago. Stopped at Silver Cliff on the way. I made considerable money in New Mexico, bat lost it all. and when J got here I did not have a nickel. I tried for work and got a chance to work for my board. Never mind about that. You want to know about the hone and silverware scrape. Well, last night I met a young fellow who said he waslooking for an old miner to go with him on a prospecting tour. He said he had enough money to pay for a pack-horse ana an outfit, and that he would set that against my experience. I consented, and agreed to meet him at the lower end of the town at an early hour this morning, that we might make a good start I met him as agreed. He toki me to get on the horse and ride down as far as where he would overtake me. He had to go back to his hotel to see about something. I did as requested, not thinking but everything was all right Had jogged on about a mile when the men came up and commanded me to turn back. They followed me up the point of a pistol to the little grov down there. I didn’t know just where I was. but thought of course I should be killed. They put a rope around my neck and told me to either tell the name of the man that stole that horse or I must hang. I couldn’t' tell his name and they hung me four times. The last time I was the same as dead, but I came to and they brought me here. My neck is pretty sore and I feel kind of lame all through my body, but I guess I’m all right.” “Were you willing to die?” “No; but I thought, of course, there was no escape.” “Never saw the party till yesterday ?” “Never.”

Didn’t know that he or some other partner of his had planned to rob the Grand Hotel last night?” “Never heard anything about robbing an v place.” The bag found with tiie prisoner at the station house contained nothing except the silver and table ware stolen from the Grand. Of this lot not an article was missing.

Betting on a Dead Thing.

San Francisco Stock; Report.

One of the frequenters of a broker’s office is a man who will bet on any kind of a proposition. When he enters the office in the morning he greets the i gentlemen present by saying, “Mornn’, boys! Is there anything any of je want to beton thismomin ’?’ ’ And le hangs around aU day watching for a chance to bet, and it a man ventures an opinion about the stock market, hints perhaps that Sierra Nevada may seU for 40 next week, he will' pounce on him like a hawk on a June-bug, and offer to bet him a hundred that It don’t sell for 40 in six yeans. The other day the boys put up a job on him. They got a fly, dipped its feet in mucilage, and stuck it m a sashframe in tne office. there’s not much for a fly to eat in a broker’s office: but between ink and mucilage, and the breath of the clerks, they manage to eke out a subsistence. Pretty soon another fly sailed in through the front door from a restaurant around the corner, and settled down on the sash near the fly that the boys had fixed, and in a few moments the betting man dropped in with his usual salutation about betting. After some preliminary skirmishing about not being on the gamble, being busted in stocks, and other little by-plays to make the betting man think they were not anxious for a wager, one of the boys spoke up and said: ‘ 4 ?ted’ I’ll tell you what I will do; I’ll bet you that that fly In the corner of that sash moves before that other fly about six inches from him does.” The flv in the corner was the fly from the restaurant, and the other was the fly with the mucilage on its feet. “It’s a whack!” said the betting man. “Bet you a hundred my fly moves first.”

Themoney was put up, and all eyes were intently bent on the window. Pretty soon the mucilage made a struggle to free itself, and succeeded in dragging itself about half its length on the sash frame. “My money!” exclaimed the betting man. The others did not want to give it up, as the movement had only been barely perceptible. “Do you want to keep me here all day betting against a dead fly!” said the betting man. Die boys rushed to the window to examine their fly. It was dead!

Killed for His Folly.

Cooper BnUcy 4 Co., proprietors of the Great London and International Australian Show, have sustained a heavy loss in the death of the elephant “Romeo,” which took place under peculiarly horrible circumstances, in Boonville, Mo., last Tuesday. “Romeo” was one of the ten trained elephants whose performances have so far been one of the most attractive of the many interesting features of this monster combination, and was valued at $35 - 000. Hewas a great fevorfS vdth the circus attaches, and was a noble beast, whose loss is deplored as much on account of the sympathy that existed between himself and the people with whom he was In contact as for the money value which he represented. The showmen had heard of the terrible accident on the day of its occurrence, but no details were received until yesterday, when the manner of the beast’s death was learned.

One of the appuitenances of the Great London Show Is an immense electric apparatus, which is used in oonnection with the electric light that supplies illumination for the entire canvas of th© circus. This machine consists of a large magnet and an immense armature, which is made to revolve 250 times in aminute by means of a thirty* five-horse power engine. The aDnar•***■of intense electrical pow<£; a knife hlade held within two feet of It becoming so heavily charged with the current that it can be used thereafter wa loadstone. Well, laetWednesday Professor Sherman was getting his battery in readiness for the afternoon performance, had “fired up,” set the map chine in motion, and dick, ehek, went the light, one after the other, as the electricity flew along the insulated <*W*a. When all was m working shape the Professor sauntered off leisurely, and had not his attention called to the machine again until be heard an unearthly roar, and a crash coming from the direction of the lottery. He was

startled, as was also the small army of workmen inside the tents, and the large army of boys and idlers on the outside. Everybody rushed to the spot The roan continued to resound through the canvas, and for a while the greatest consternation held the crowd. On approaching the vicinity of the eleotrto machine, the great elephant “Borneo,” was found In the throes of the death agony, and with his trunk torn away by the roots from its base. The poor beast lay there shorn of its strength, and presenting a horrible, mutilated appearance. Everything was done that It was possible to do for

the dying animal, but its agonies were terrible, and when at length it gasped its last, there was a feeling of relief among those who surrounded its mountainous corpse. Joseph Kinslow, the leader of the band, who wjjmessed the accident, says that “Romeo,” who was roaming around in the tent with his nine giant companions, shambled up to the machine and was sniffing at the armature, when its trunk was caught in the revolving apparatus, and the animal was thrown violently to the ground and the trunk carried away by the whirling machinery. Professor Sherman righted his apparatus in a short time, and the few necessary repairs were immediately made. “Romeo” was buried in a Spot within the show grounds, where a mound of earth now marks the last resting place of the “noblest Roman of them all,” and the proprietors of the show have telegraphed Mr. Charles Reiche, the great animal importer of New York, l or another elephant to supply the' unfortunate ‘ ‘Romeo’s’ ’ place.

Encouragemenf of Mutton Eating.

The Chicago Live Stock Journal thinks that mutton is too much neglected as an article of food, saying; “Americans are not mutton eaters to any such degree as they are beef and pork eaters. There is often a good demand for mutton or lamb, but it is a comparatively limited one. At the great live stock markets, as Chicago, where there are receipts of thousands of cattle and of hogs, there are but hundreds of sheep. In many a village meat market mutton is rarely to Be found. There has been gain in t.hi# direction; mutton is eaten more commonly than was the case a few years ago; there is an increasing appreciation of good quality in the flesh of the sheep, as there has been m the flesh of the ox. But the best interests of American sheep rearing would be much advanced if the mass of the people could be induced to become habitual mutton eaters, as they now are beef or pork consumers. Reliance upon wool as the only source t of profit in sheep rearing is to become a thing of the past in all the older-settled portions of the country. No rapid change of habit in such matters is to be expected; but sheep growers can help—first, by having aheep of good quality with which to supply whatever demand exists; second, by themselves practicing what they preach, and by encouraging the butchers in the neighboring town or village to keep mutton in their shops and call the attention of their customers to it

“The export demand for American sheep is very encouraging. In 1878, the United States and Canada shipped 84,000 sheep to Great Britain—almost as large a number as was that of the cattle exported. Since the restrictions placed on the exportation ot live fat cattle to Great Britain, the number of sheep sent over is much greater than that of cattle. Thus the arrivals at Liverpool, the first week in May, were 370 cattle, 2,368 sheep, apd 1,050 pigs. The same week 1,629 carcasses of mutton were landed at Liverpool.”

John Henry.

Exchange.

About a week ago some young ladies got up a party to go on a moonlight excursion up the Passaic river. The night finally arrived, and the moon flooded field and river with a glow of pearly richness. When tiie party was ready to leave the house which had been appointed as the rendezvous, it was noticed that one of the most charming young ladies of the coterie had a shawl on. “What’s the matter, Lucy?’ inquired one young lady; ‘ ‘are you afraid of taking cold?” “No, no,” she replied. “Perhaps you are troubled with malaria?” suggested a young man, who was struggling to direct aU his vitality into a mustache.

“I never have malaria,” replied the pretty creature, with a smile of gumdropativeness. “The thermometer is up at 86. Yodfll roast if you wear that shawl.” “I’m willing to roast,” she said, rather pettishly. “Don’t you know why she wears that shawl?” laughed her little brother, as he wiped some taffy off his mouth with his jacket sleeve. “You keep still, you John Henry,” screamed the dear angel, as she turned a trifle red. v

The boy then got out of reach and yelled, “I’ll tell you why she wears that shawl. When she gets out on the river Bob puts his arm under it and hugs her, and nobody can see through the game.” Then there was a scene. John Henry was driven summarily to bed, and the party started for the scene of the festivity.

The Merry, Merry Maidens and the Tramp.

As two lowa girls were disporting themselves in a secluded pool of the Maquokota one afternoon last week, a tramp appeared on the bank ana bori steadily and surely down upon the garments heaped upon the shore. The ladies were appalled and helpless. Down swooped the intruder, and as several shrieks ran out through the still evening air he hastily gathered a bundle into his arms ana as quickly disappeared among the trees. The fair bathers sank upon the grass in abject confusion and distress. No time was to be lost; another man might appear upon the scene, and more embarrassing situations ensue. The ladies began to rummage among the remnant of the wardrobes left, and fortunately found that one skirt belonging to one suit and an overdress of another had been left. The shoes and one stocking still remained. The hats and light shawls they had hung in a tree, and so, fortunately, these were still safe. Equipped in these odds and ends, and well covered by the laprobe of the buggy, the two crestfallen adventurers started for home, which they oontrived to reach In the deeper shadows of evening.

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Davis, in referring to the defunct Mrs. Dorsey, remarks; •There was a woman! what grace! what mental power! what a will!” A boy recently swallowed a penknife. Although not quite out of Jr 11 ?®!!!: n® A®* 1 ® 80036 consolation in the feet that the knife belonged to another boy. in style arra y®d uoetn forth to promenade, BQt glance 1116 tenror of the sunbeam’s A “ d to!*** coIlar " and hi* Jacket and his a P pleß are consumed in St. Louis than in any other city of its size; probably for the purpose of swellSSttopffiST belSre a new " ,re °- One little persistent fly, one that evades every attempt to be knocked off your face with a pillow, *ill stick closer and learn a stuttering man to talk vented qUiCker t^ an a ®y thin « yet lnChesterfield said, and thousands reecho the ciy, that no pne is excusable |?. r bfing out of the fashion, but we’d like to know what the deuce a man is we£tte°rt l^ m ‘‘ rrled When blondM

-A* 3 Oswego woman fell out of a fourth story window the other day, and k g she did after oelng brought to her senses was to wish she had on her new silk hose instead ol those old cotton stockings. Solitude is that sweet seclusion that if i nk ;1 r 8 after , when be finds Wmself adjusting a swing in a tree, directly over sixteen expectant girls, and S °J P*® 4 ® Bticki ®& fast to the limb he has just vacated. “BUkwHli golden hair, •Bright as stars were her eyes of blue TrolyTloved my lady flair; ’ ° ni?S!^ m3r w lady loved me.too. D d dlad? ak my heart wlien my love lay soul, she didn’t die. Tun© wrought ch&ng© ha it onward unp/i • She loves another-so do Z P ’ testimonial of a certain patent medicine speaks for itself: Dear Sir: Two months ago my wife ld H!?f, rCely , Bpeak ’ She has taken two bottles of your “Life Renewer, and now she can’t speak at all. Please ta n siKut” orebotu ‘" ! - Iwouldn,t i A girl about 4 years old and a little boy about six had been cautioned ® o4 J° to*® away the nest egg: but one morning when they wen t for the egg tiie little girl took it and started for the house. Her disappointed brother followed, crying: “Mother, mother, Sur sey s got the egg the old hen measures by!”

There are no swear words in the Bioux language, it is said. But don’t let your sympathy go out to the poor red man on that account. He doesn’t feel the loesof them. When anything doesn t please him—when, alter care*' fuUy sharpening his lead pencil the point snaps off—instead ofrelieving himself with a string of oaths, he mutters two or three terrible looking livestory words with bay windows and mansard roofs, and rushes out and BCa *P B * pale-face. This soothes his engry feelings just as effectually as if he had all the profanity In the English language at his command.

Little Benny Hawkins, nine years old, died last Sunday at his other's home in Chicago of hydrophobia. He was playing with some companions in his father’s yard, when a large Newfoundland bounded in, and jumped up on Benny’s shoulders. He tried to push it off with his hand, and by chance struck it in the mouth. He had cut, his fingers the day before, and itissupposed the saliva of the dog touched the wound. In the afternoon of the same day he was sent out for some water, but went back crying “Mamma, I can’t get the water. I can’t see it. It hurts me.” He complained of earache and of being tired. He was put to bed, when he soon became very nervous and restless. The next day developed unmistakable symptoms of hydrophobia. He pegged his father and mother to go away from him, saying that he was afraid he would bite them. The least sound threw him into a paroxysm, and he would get up and run out of the room, crying out that that awful dog was after him. “Water hurts me,” he moaned continually. Dr. Hall was called, and after his first visit he brought in for consultation five other physicians, but their united winil waa of no avail. - Sunday evening the poor} little lad asked his father to come to his side. “Sit down, papa,” he said. “I am going to die pretty soon and I shan’t ever see the big bright sun, or the green grass, or play with the other boys any more. I know I’ve been a naughty boy, sometimes, papa, but please forgive Benny, won’t you, and i pray to the dear Jesus to take care of your little son.” As the heart-broken father knelt by the bedside, the tiny hands folded in supplication, the tired, worn features took on the expression that angels wear, and Benny passed l i the portal of suffering. *

In Sierra and Martis Valleys the Indian huts can be seen and in and around them are congregated the warriors and squaws of the tribe, their sisters and their cousins and their aunts, all intent Upon the accomplishment of the grand result. As usual, the squaws do the work, while their noble lords 101 l upon the greensward, smoke their pipes, and dreamily an d lazily gaze upon the countless myriads of buzzing hoppers that fill the air and devour vegetation. The squaws, carrying cone-shaped baskets of great capacity, scoop the grasshoppers with a fan-ehap- \ ed instrument into their baskets. And . when loaded carry the wiggling mass of insects to camp, and then prepare them for food. The grasshoppers, killed and subsequently dried, are mixed with mashed pine nuts or cracked wheat and made into a kind of flour, which is afterward made into a bread, most delicious to the palate of the Washoe. While visitors to the camp are always invited, in accordance with Indian hospitality, to partake of the compound, and great is the astonishment of poor Ix> at the disgust expressed by the white man for this kind of food. To the limited mfrui of the Indian it is incomprehensible that rfby should reject food which in his vernacular is defined as being “muchee good.” Cicero: Economy is of itself agrat revenue.

CONDIMENTS.

A Sad Story.

Grasshopper Gruel.