Rensselaer Standard, Volume 1, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 December 1879 — Page 1

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THREE LIVES.

BY MARINER J. KENT.

■•a Francisco Arfonani. Batt'o Mountain, nearly the centre •f the desert mate of Nevada, U not a particularly attractive place. A railrr.ad office and a frieght depot, a row of business houses and saloons,and a cluster of unpretentious dwellings eomprise its extent. At? the time of which I write, some five years ago, it was a lively burg, however, and a iough one. - •Hiilfidozing one day in a saloon, I was aroused by the remark most emphatically delivered: “It’s fourteen inches between my eye*, and I smell like a wolf!” The speaker, a large maguificently proportioned ruffian, supplemented the peculiar description of himself with: “Pards, come an’ drink?’’ With the exception of myself every man in the room gathered around the bar, addressing the powerful stauder of treats as Joe. Tne giasxs were filled and tipped, when he turned and noticed me. I saw the quick, wicked flash of anger in his eyes, a momentary survey he broKe ki«v~i c v aud this terse dialogue followed: “Yer from the city ain’t yer?” “I am.” . “Yer don’t know me, do yer?" “I dou’t.” , “Take a drink an’ git acquainted then.” “Don’t drink.” ’ “Smoke then.” “Don’t smoke.” “Dcfyer shoot?” “Not worth a continental.” My years of assurance acquired as a oorresiKjndent, and my knowledge of aggressive characters, did not prevent me from feeling some uneasiness as J observed my interrogator’s dextrous fingers slide to his belt and grasp the kilt of his “whistler.” Ah unpleasant termination, of the conversation was avoided 4 by the strange appearance of a woman who st* pped from the overland train, just then arrived, and directed her steps toward the saloon. She was rather a comely-looking female of thirty-eight or more, and evidently ill and suffering from the effects •f an extebded debauch. ' Joe stared at her, as one looks at the arisen dead, for % moment, and then walked quickly to the door, threw himself into the saddle aud rude away. As he passed the woman she lifted her hands imploringly towards him and fell to the earth Unconscious.' She was borne to the hotel, and the kind women of the village did what they could for her. Bhe spoke in* word when recovered from her swoon, but lay quietly, unmindful of her life fast ebbing away.

During the day 1 inquired of Brokennoeed Charley, who knew everybody and everything about the town, regarding the mau Joe. Charley said that little was known of him except that he mined some, gambled some, drank like mad, and altogether was a bad lot. He hod killed two or three men, and had been shot and cut himself several times. He invariably preceded an invitation to imbibe, or the shooting of a man, by the expression, “It’s fourteen inefies bet ween my eyes, and- I smell like a wolf.” From his blood-thirsty disposition he was known and dreaded as “The Wolf.” The wolf returned to town the next and on entering the saloon from which he had made his hurried exit, quietly asked — “Has that.ar woman gone?” He was told that she was sick acul sould live hut a short time. A great •hange came over his face: the hard furrows of dissipation and crime were transformed to the pitiable Unee of sorrow. Not-noticing the drain preffered by the bar-keeper, he hastened to ked-eide of the dying woman. Abruptly he questioned: . “Was yer fullerin’ him?” “No, Joe; I was hunting you.” “Sure?” “So help me God!” * The poor, white face, scarred and deep, seamed by excesses and sin, grew radiant with gladness as Joe kneeled down and kissed her. With the seal of forgiveness; with the pressure of his lips but half returned, she sank back dead. Through the service at the simple burial the following day, Joe stood with uncovered head, but his brpnzed and immovable features betrayed no emotion, nor vouchsafed any clue to the mystery that enshrouded the cofined outcast and himself.

The evening of the funeral the Wo f •ailed on me at my rooms. Seating himself without preface, he said: “As ainan of sense an’ no coward, yer kin look at a brave man's agony in the right way. The past I’ve hidden for twenty years, fur I ain't the kind to Carry my heart on my sleeve fur daws to peck at But thar’s a feeling as though I’d choke if I didn't talk to some one. The woman buried to-day „war my wife. Here’s some letters the wimin folks found on her an' fve to me. Yer look them over while chin, fur I’m slow on the read. We war married in the States when she war sixteen an' I just some of sg«. A

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bit after it I got the gold fever an’ went -toCalifony. In a couple of years mode quite a pile, an' weut home fur her. She war changed, -an’ it warn’t long before I heard the stories, an’ found the truth, that she had gone wrong.« He war a fine-haired chop who bod come into town while I war away. I war a likely young feller then, but the blow turned me into a devil. 'I went fur him, but he heard of It an’ slid out fur Califbruy. Fullered, an’ Air twenty year* I’ve bin huntiug him all over this coast. A. voicj of hell h«« urged me on, an I’ve killed nqeu that the taste ”f blood might keep fierce my hopeofreveuge.l'venevj er found him. During these years I’ve i beard about her onoe in. a while, an’ ! bow she war drinking an’ going to the dogs. I’d alius meant to see her when ; I’d settled with him. His name war : BUI Armstrong,” The letters' taken from the dead wo*man, which I had beeu looking over, were mostly answers to inquiries re- ; girding ‘he whereabouts of her husband. An unfinished letter of her , own to some friends in the east, and dated a few days previous to her death, showed that to this poor, lost creature, with the grasp of death upon her, there had come back to her the glory of her i first and only pure love, and the un- < conquerable desire to die at hi* feet, treed from the burden es bis eurse. , Strangely enough, another letter gave ! information of Bill Armstrong, aud stated that he was living near Boise City, Idaho, These two I read to the desperate man who sat before me, his burning eyes gleaming with pain and , his lips mute with anguish. When I ceased, he grasped my hand with, ‘•Thank yer, stranger,” and left the room- I watched him mount his horse and ride out into the black night. The Wolf waa again on the trail. ■ The circumstances I have related were vividly recalled to mind during my present visit to Battle Mountain by casually overhearing an account of a fatal shooting affair between Bill Armstrong, a mining speculator, and Joe, the Wolf, at Boise City in 1878. The details of therecontrel give in the words of the narrator, who was an eye witness:

“Job met Armstrong on the street, and with the single exclamation, ’l’m Aggie’s husband!’ pulled and fired. From some unaccountable reason, he missed. Armstrong returned the fire, shooting Joe plump through the heart. He fell on one knee, and for a second, swayed like a reed before the storm. Grand in his physical strength, in the power-of his hate, hereoovered himself. As from his ashen lips rang out the old cry: “It’s fourteen inches between my eyes and I smell like a wolf!’ he fired, killed Armstrong instantly, and fell upon his face dead.” Thoughtfully, to-day, I sought ths pauper’s field, and stood before toe rude pine headboard which bore the mure of her whose weakness had destroyed three lives. It was almost hidden by clumps of sage-brush, which unsightly and palid green, were fitting growths of unhallowed ground. * The old story of shame and sorrow, common, in all the epochs of the world, as the grains of sand that drifted over her lonely, uncared -for grave. Yet rarely is the recompense for sin so terribly meted out as in the tragic end aud wayward, bitter lives of Jos and Aggie Garland.

A Prairie Fire.

In an article entitled“ Some Features of Kansas Farming,” in Scribner for November, Mr. Henry King gives the following vivid description of that beautiful scourge,—a firs on the prairie®: Next to calamites like that the home-steader’s wife told of, the great besetting fear of the settlers on the border—in all the new and thinly peopled portions of Kansas, in fact—is the coming of the autumn prairie fire, which ‘so frequently menaces theirstacks and cribs, their helpless stock, their stables and cabins, and even their lives. Were it not for its known danger and power of havoc, this tempest and scourge of fire would be a spectacle of commanding force and beauty. First, you will catch glimpses of what you take to be gray wisps of haze away off on the horizon; and watching, you will see these vagrant particles deepen gradually, and. gather into a definite volume of smoke, black like a rain-cloud, aud bronze about the edges. Then the strange, somber bulk starts forward across the prairie, and you hold your breath at sight of the rapid progress of it. (A mile in two minutes is not an exceptional rate of speed for a fire once fairly under way.) It halts an instant, you notice, over a broad swale where there is standing water; but it is for an instant only. The next moment it reaches the upland again and the dry grass; and directly it grasps a belt of the tall, thick blue-stem, and the flame leaps suddeuly and madly out above the smoke, then subsides again, and the black mass grows blacker thaa ever, and rolls higher and higher, and you can scent the burning grass, and hear the distaut roar of the fire —an awful roar,* resembling the sound of artillery in heavy timber, And it is so calm immediately about you that you do not so much as miss ihe ticking of your watch in your pocket; there is no breath of air stirring, and the sun is shining, and the heavens above yon we blue and placid Th the stillness will be bco ken soon. oncoming cloud is only a few mi les away now, and you easily trace the scarlet and terrific energy at its base; the smoke begins to hurt your eyes, too, and the heat becomes heavily oppressed. And then/all at once, the wind smites and staggers you, that appalling roar deafens you, and the sun Is blotted out, and you are in a darkness as of a midnight without moon or star. It is an experience of but a dozen seconds or so, this sudden plunge

in to darkness, though it seems an hour, and when you look out again, you find that the fire has passed vou a mile or more to your right, and is still rolling desperately onward; and there in its track are charred and smoldering stacks of hay, and an occasional house aflame and tottering to its fall, and a group of men and boys beating back the outer line of the fire with brush and old clothes, and sending forward little oounter-flres to meet it and if possible keep it at a safe distant. The creek may stop it and smother it when it gets there, though such a hope has mere chance for a warrant: sometimes these mighty conflagrations vault across streams twenty or thirty yards im width, *• swift and rssisß fat their

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momentum; and aa a rule they arc effectually stayed only when they reach a wide extent of plowed land, and have to yield} sullenly, for lack of anything more to feed their inexorable fury

“Monsieur De Belin.”

In theKleinerJoacp*], a doily newspaper recently started in Berlin by the Prussian railway king. Dr. Strousberg, is published ate Interview recently granted to the writer by Krauts, the State executioner, * who beheaded Hoedel last summer. While ‘‘Monsieur de Berlin” was cnatting pleasantly with his Visitor about the decapitation of the would-be-regicide— Kraut’s first performance as a headsman—a knock woe heard at the door and a footman in splendid livery entered the room with a request that the Scharfrtehler would be pleased to speak with him for a moment in the passage. Krauts went ont with the lackey, and after a brief interchange of sentences in an undertone was heard to say aloud, ‘‘Tell Her Excellency the Lady Countess that I am very sorry; butl cannot,dare not. do it!” Interrogated upon his return by his visitor with respect to the mission of the mysterious man-servant, he replied with a smile, ‘‘Ohl it was only a request from one of my ‘sympathizers,’ such as reach me several times a week. You may often see the handsomest equipages in Berlin standing at the corner of Mulackstrasse. They bring me lady visitors, young aad old, pretty and ugly. Yes, yes; many ladies or our highest aristocracy have called upon, me and have insisted upon seeing my wife when I was not at home.”

“And what did these ladies want?” “The merest rubbish! Hair cuttings of criminals, for instance —a bloodstained pocket-handkerchief, a morsel of bread from the headsman’s break-fast-table. or one of my gloves.” Krauts himself is a fine young fellow, decorated with the Iron Cross for valor in the field. Like most subordinate functionaries in Prussia, he was a noncommissioned officer in the army, and received his present appointment upon his discharge as a reward for faithful and gallant service. He is maariedand the proud father of a fine little boy, the neir apparent to his important office. With a touch of quaint piety, be introduced this lad to his visitor’s notice as “his successor, please God,” and observed that though he had passed an uneasy night before the morning fixed for Hoedel’s execution, when he looked into his “client’s” impudent, sneering face, he “thanked God for making his business ss easy to him.”

A Terrible Southern Tragedy.

Mrs. James Adams 1* ving near Lancaster, N. C., with her husband and three boys and two girls, came to the residence of Crenshaw, a neighbor, at twelve o’clock at night, begging for an exe, but insisted that no light be brought. Going out, Mr. Crenshaw discovered that the clothing was entirely burned from the body of the woman and that she was suffering intensely from the fire which baa enveloped her. Bhe was wrapped in a sheet and taken home. An hour and a half after being placed in her befl death kindly came to her relief, and she passed away without a’ word to those around her concerning the terrible picture which was soon to be opened up to them. Some of the neighbors, of whom there had by this time gathered quite a number, having occasion to go into a little shed-room connected with the house, encountered there a spectacle which, once looked upon is never to be forgotten. Iu one bed lay all five of the children, each weltering in its own blood, and all dead. Ail resting in natural positions—three of the children’s heads at the eud of the bed and the heads of the others at the foot —so much of repose was there in the scene and so little suggestion of violence of any kind, that the chance spectator would have said they were enjoying natural sleep. The bodies were still warm, but the blood was there to tell where the kuife had been. Lights were brought, aud examination revealed that not one little life had been spared by the distracted mother. In every case the jugular vein had been cut by some sharp instrument, and so painless was the death that not one child had moved. The eldest of the children, aged about eleven years, had been stabbed in two places, and the infant in three, but only upon the face of the eldest was there a scratch, and except upon the necks, from which ’he life hk>od had run out, there was uo sign of blood until the cover was removed and the bodies turned over. The husband had gone from home the day before, at the urgent solicitation of his wife, to stay two days at a brother’s.

Matrimonial Brokerage.

Ban Francisco Bulletin. The firm believers in the notion of love-marriages would be surprised to learn what a trade is driven in procuring life partners Employment offices are visited several times a week by those desirous of finding a husbaud, or wife, as the case may be. In many cases they are accommodated. So much money for a wife, or so much money for a husband. The Free Labor Exchange has not been exempt from such visitations, but the manager has resolutely refosed to take any consideration whatever of any such applications. The love-sick individual is told that the Labor Exchange does not do any such business. Applications are made sometimes hy letter. A modest man, apparently easily suited, wrote, in good faith, a letter relating to matrimony to a clerk in an employment office in this city. He said he had already written to two young ladiejs whose names were furnished the clerk; but, to be sure, he wanted a sharp lookout kept for a suitable person. A suitable person he defined as: “First of all. one with good sense and good health, neats industrious and modest. For personal appearance I generally fancy a dark complexion. Not small: lam small enough myself. One raised in the country is preferable to a city belle. One of good sense is preferable toonew ( ith a fortune.’' The gentleman also declares what religion he does not want his adored to favor.

A singular meeting happened in an employment office in this city a few days ago. If the conclusion was not so disastrous, it would strongly flavor of toe romantic. A moral to employment office clerks might be extracted from the story. An apparently mid-dle-aged man applied at the counter •u Saturday and asked for a kesse-

keeper for a bachelor, wearing a telling smile on his fkoe at the time. After a moment’s conversation he was asked point-blank if he did not want a wife. His reply was in the affirmative. He was tola to come the following Monday at sp. m. It happened that a young woman called the same day, and after some beating about the bush, declared site was looking after a husdand. She was requested to come again the next Monday at 5:40. Everyth! ng came on serenely Monday afternoon. The two principles came to time, and were directed to an adjoining room. They had not been there long before sounds of some disturbance reached the ears of those in attendance at the offioe, and the woman gave vent to a shriek. One of the assistants went to the door and found that matters had progressed beyond all ekpeetarion. The girl held the man by the hair—at least she thought she did. An effort to relieve him of some surplus scalpcovering, Instead of performing the desired object, drew a wig from his bead, and the fellow appealed quite a young man. The woman screamed: “My brother!” and fell on the floor in a faint. The two others united their efforts to resuscitate her, which iu a short time were so successful that she arose, grasped an ebony ruler lying on a desk, ana struck the elerk a blow he will not soon forget. Bhe then left the office tor parts unknown. The man, in his turn, abused the elerk like a Eick-pocket, aud endeavored to strike im, but did not meet with much suooess. He then departed, leaving the clerk a sadder and possible a wiser man. ,

Inte ligent Young man.

Hawkeye. A young man gets on the train and seats himself opposite me. He wears flame colored kids and a poodle dog. Now, I do not object to a man wearing any kind of color of kids, but, love of the angels, how I do hate a poodle dog. The young man holds the poodle in his lap, smooths out the blue ribbon around his neck, placidly strokes his own whiskers, and languidly stares at me. As I look at them I notice how much they look alike. Father and son, perhaps. As I think the thought, the dog snarls and barks an indignant denial. Presently the young man, with a painful effort opens the conversation by saying: “What’s news?” I tell him the elections have all gone one way. He says: “Haw.” And presently he adds: “Who’s ’lected?” I tell him Cornell is elected in New York.

“Ya-as,” he says. “I’ve been in Noo Yawk. Cornell,’’ he added, brightening up, “Cornell; he’s a college or something ’f that sort, ain’t he?” I explain to him„as well as I can the difference between Alonzo B and the university at Ithaca. The young man looks painfully astonished upon learning that they are not the same man. “Who run ’gainst him?” he asks. “Robinson.” “Ah, ya-as,” he says. “Know him. Runs a circus. Funniest thing *f the kind you ever saw. Tent all striped, like—like—like bed-tick, you know.” Then he paused and rested hifnself, and presently said: “Wha’ you writin?” I told him I was getting up a little work for the paper that honored itself by securing, at an immense annual out-lay, my valuable, though erratic service. “Wha’s its name?” the young man asked feebly, at the same time fondling the dog. “The Hawkeye,” I told him, “for sale by all newsdealers, and only $2 a year In ad vance. The best paper in America and the finest avertising medium in the West; devoted to—” “Ah, ya-as,” he said, brightening up, “and you’re th’ feller they sail ‘Hawkeye?’ ” I admitted that sometimes people who didn’t know any other name called me that “Oh, ya-as,” he said. “I know you.” I flushed and bowed, and he went on. “I know you. Heard of you often. Beeu you play once. You’re th* Injun Cbief in Buffalo Bill’s party ain’t you?” Then he leaned oaek, exhausted. And I Well I felt about as tired as he did.

Political.

Bcrlbner 1 * “Brte-a Brae.” The following conversation was overheard in a New York city streetcar during the recent canvas for governor in that state. The car, with « number of others, was stopped by a political procession which was crossing the treck. Several of the passengers got out to ascertain the cause of the delay. Finally, an Englishman—a veritable cockney, eye-glass and all—came out to the back platform and aocosted a native of the Vaterland, who was standing there. “Aw—what is the matter?” “De car ioh stop, 1 ’ answered the phlegmatic German. “ Yar-a-s, But why is the car stopped?” ‘•lt’s one o’Shohn Kelly’s process* ions.” was the reply. “Jawn Kelly?” said the cockney. “Yah, de politics man.” “Oh Ya-a-s, they are electing some of their pwesidents, I spwose.” Hereupon the car started, and the Englishman returned to his seat, apparently pondering over the “cuwious customs of the new countwy.”

A Tartar Tent.

A writer on the Tartars says: Their tents are made of felt, stretched on a frame work of thin curved stripe of wood six feet long, which folds up for the camels to carry, and when opened out take the form of a segment of a circle. Four of the frames form the circular side of the tent; and oh the top are placed curved rafters which concentrate in a hoop three or four feet in diameter, which is the roof-tree and chimney. As soon as it is all bound together with camel’s hair ropes, nothing short of a tornado will make it budge. When the bright firs of the saxaul (a shrub which serves as fuel here,) throws its ruddy light over the bright oolored carpets, rugs, and cushions which are so spread within, and lights np the arms and cooking utensils the saddles and bridles, Tartar guitars, and various household articles which are hang upon a light trellis of wood covered with thick white felt, there are lees pleasing interiors to be seen not far from London or New Yerk Mum (foe UtMca eflfoe Tartar.

A PICTURESQUE FETE.

Celebrating the Visit of the Mikado of Japan to Tokio. Old Reddo never saw ouch a display aa was witnessed on the 24th of August, when Tokio, tho Capitol of the restoration, rather famous of late for its public entertainment*, eclipsed itself by the maniflcence of its fete to the Mikado. In no other country, says the Tokio Times, could such a characteristic assemblage have been witnessed. This popular lete to the Mikado had been for some time projected by the citizens of Tokio, who were anxious that their Emperor should receive from the people of his Capital the same display of loyalty which, so for, hod principally been confined to the provinces, through which, from time to time, he had made royal progress. The Mikado arrived on the ground shortly after half past 3 in the afternoon, escorted by a troop of lanoers and accompanied by the representatives of Tokio, who had methlm'ai the park entrance. The preeentation to his Majesty of old people of Tokio over eighty years of age was then made, some addresses were made and replied to, and, at about half past 4, the games commenced which were to form the principal attractions of the fete, Qen. Grant and suite and the diplomatic body having arrived in the meantime. The first performance consisted of lance and sword exercise, in which some hundred men took part,

fighting in couples, either with lauces or broadswords. The performers were encased with the* usual padding on their left side, while the heads were protected with masks, and right lustily did they belabor one another. To onlookers the broadsword exercise afforded the most amusement, especially when, in the excitement of the tussle, the two men would drop their weapons and fight out the battle by wrestling, often rolling over and over each other in their momentary wrath or vexation.- After this came the Yuba Same, or archery by mounted horsemen, and of all the games this certainly was the most entertaining. A straight road across the inolosure was kept by hurdles (forming a riding course of probably 300 yards), and three white paper targets stood in front of blackboards at equal distances, each target oeing about ten feet from the road down which the archers had to ride at foil speed. The first target was at the commencement of the course, second in the middle, the third at the finish. The archers appeared in their picturesque costumes, which are now only to be seen in the prints of a past civilization, with their many colored dresses, their aprons of deer or bear skin, their heavy stirrups, their long bow and their quiver of arrows at saddle seat, Starling at a gallop, the archer places his arrow in position with the bow held well up; as he nears the target the bow stretches, the arrow

comes in a line with his eye, and, wben passing the object, an imperceptible motion discharges the shaft into the target, cutting it in two, and creating a shower of tinsel paper to attract attention to his powess, while the attendant marker raises a white “mop” to show the hit. The practice was wonderful, and out often competitors but one failed to hit the targets, and he, poor fellow, missed all three. Most struck all in succession, and the last rider won well earned appulse by brandishing his arrow iu his nand until the target seemed to have been passed, when suddenly its very center was found to have been pierced. This able archer was Mr. Kasiyo, a prince of Chikugo and a former Governor of Kanagawa. The Mikado left immediately after the games, when ail the guests repaired to the supper pavilion, where ample meat and most ample drink were provided for an innumerble crowd of hungry and thirsty souls. From dark until 10 o’clock an unusually fine display of fireworks was lee off from the lake, and whole park became aglow with lanterns hanging in festoons from tree to tree. The road back to the station, with its myriads of light, its crowds of people, its block of carriages and jinrikisbas, is a sight which will not be forgotten by those who witnessed it.

A Live Canine Without a Head.

The Marine Journal states that yesterday its editor was invited by Chas. T. Dumont, the well known ioundryman, to step into his foundry and take a look at the curiosity. Here is what he saw. On the ground at our feet, sitting upon his haunches, was the little black and tan dog, the pet of Col. Dumont’s household, the head, with the exception of the lower jaw and tongue, was enti rely gone, revealing % the raw and ragged edges of the neck, out es which protruded an unusually large and illformed wind pipe, which may possibly account iu some way for the prolonged existence of the dog. Moving nearer to take a closer look at the animal, we were shocked to see him get down on his feet and instinctively rum to his master’s side, as if fearing harm. Wei shuddered at the sight of an anlma headless and sightless seeking his master for protection; it seemed incredible and we almost doubted we were awake, but we were, and the most wonderful part of the phenomenon was to be witneseed.

R J. B.

Colonel Damon t’s family, it seems, have made a great pet of the dog, whose name is ’Kip, teaching him a great many tricks, and it is here where the wonderful part enters. The head,as we remarked before, is cut clean off excepting the lower jaw, the rear being entirely gone, but nevertheless the w.i .er saw Trip stand and Walk on his fore feet and hind feet, jump over a box, sit upon the box on his haunches, jump through a hoop, all upon command of Colonel Dumont. Of course this is a hard story for our readers to believe, and would be to us without seeing it; yet those who doubt it can go and convince themselves of its truth. The dog, now two days since decapitation, appears as likely to live as before its head was cut off; how this was done the colonel is able to explain only by finding the head on the floor beneath the shears used at the boiler shop in cutting sheet iron, upon which the, dog must have climbed, and jarring the stand, the upper knife fell, doing its work in a very unskillful manner; but here another singular part of the phenomenon occurs. The boiler yard where the accident occurred is nearly a square from where the, dog wandered to and where he was first found, she last seen es him was at the heller

yard, where the Colonel missed him, 1 but presuming he hod! rim home, which Is only s few squares from the shop, he dismissed the dog from his mind, to find him an hour afterward in the fbnndry at the rear of the machine shop, without a bead, but as playful as ever. Yesterday morning and afternoon the steady stream of humanity that poured through the shops interfering with the workmen increased so rapidly a« the day waned that it was found necessary to dose the front doors and force the surging and curiosity excited multitude to enter by the foundry on the river front. Several medical men were among the visitors yesterday, and expressed great astonishment at the marvelous sight

This morning Due tors Carrick and Wood, two well known surgeons, made a close examination of the lacerated neck and the lifeless head, imbued with the hope that they would be able to solve the mystery by the discovery that the base of the brain had not beeu detached, and that enough of it was left; on the trunk to prolong animal life, but their examination was in vain, mystifying them even more, as they discovered that the entire head and part of the neck was entirely gone, and that the lower jaw was hanging on a simple ligament, and held in place by the tongue, which is extraordinarily tough and hard. While making the examination the dog was very restless, and endeavored to free himself from the grip of the doctors. They gave it os their opinion that the dog's life would be prolonged if it could be made to eat by forcing food into its stomach; it has been tried and failed; consequently the doctors think it will die of starvation. They are nonplussed as to how to answer for the prolongation of life in a physical form without the co-operation of brain force so necesdary to animal We are impressed with the belief that the question which so long has baffled science in determining the Aiuction of animal brain is answered. We think the fact of the dog living after the separation of the brain from the body proves that animal brain is a mere form of matter, no more capable ot impression than the tail, probably one of the organs of digestion. In man it is the motor power of thought and action. It is certainly a nut for physicians to crack. Colonel Dumont will give such ample privilege to investigate for the benefit of science.

Colonel Dumont thinks he has an elephant on his hands; he does not want to kill the dog, and yet hates to see it live in such a disfigured condition. Speculators desire to exhibit it, to which he objects. George Forepaugh, the showman, yesterday offered SI,OOO for the dog, or S3OO a day, which Colonel Dumont refused. It is certainly a very lively specimen of canine, even if it has no head.

Romance of a Ring.

A princess of Prussia at one time received a small and antique ring from her governess for a present. About a year after the occurrence the court received a visit from the Grand Duke Nicholas, the brother of the Emperor Alexander, and who at that time was not the heir-expectant of the crown. The Grand Duke saw the Princess, and, with the quick resolve native to his disposition, immediately determined to ask her in marriage. One day, as he was seated by her side at the royal dinner-table, he spoke to her of his forthcoming departure, adding that it depended upon ner whether or not his stay in Berlin should be prolonged. “What shall I do, then, to influence your intentions?” was the reply of the smiling Princess. “You must nbt refuse to receive my addresses,” immediately returned the eutsaoken Nicholas. “You ask much.” “I ask even more. You ought to give me wme encouragement iu my endeavors to please you.” “That is still more difficult. Besides, the moment is not well chosen for a favor.” “I beg your royal highness to give me a sign that I am not totally indifferent to you. You have a little ring on your finger, the possession of which would render me happy. I beseech you to give me the ring.” ’ “What! give you the ring at the dinner table, and in the- presence of all these people?” “Let me see—press it into this piece of bread and give it to me.” And press the ring into a piece of bread she did, and gave it to the future Emperor. Nicholas took an early opportunity te leave the hall, and on exhuming the treasure from its wheaten tomb discovered an inscription on the inner side in French, anci running to the following effect: “L’lotperatrioede la Russia.” He is said to have worn the keepsake for the reet of his days, attached to a chain ground his neck, the ring being too small of course for any of his colossal fingers. The future Empress, it seems, had been unconsciously wearing for some time the emblem of her future greatness.

The Necessity of Plenty of Sleep

During every moment of consciousness the brain is in activity. The peculiar process of cerebration, whatever that may consist of, is taking place, thought after thought comes forth, nor can we help it. It is only when the peculiar connection, or chain of connection of oue brain cell with another is broken, and consciousness fades away into the dreamless land of perfect sleep, that the brain is at rest In this state it recuperates its exhausted energy and power and stores them np for future need. The period of wakefulness is one of constant wear. Every thought is generated at the expense of brain ceils, which can be fully replaced only by periods of properly-regulated repose. If, therefore, these are not secured by sleep—if the brain, through over stimulation, is not left to recuperate, its energy becomes exhausted; debility, disease, and finally, disinter-

gration, supervene. Hence the story is almqst always the same: For weeks and months before the signs of active insanity appear, the patient has been anxious, worried, and wakeful, not (sleeping more than four or five hours out of twenty-four. The poor brain, unable to do its constant work, begins to waver, to show signs of weakness or aberration; hallucinations or delusions hover around like floating shadows in the air, until finally disease comes. Clothes soaked over night take on a gray leek. J

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Oolumbos made the egg stand, but Italians of lees renown have mode the peanut stand. There's a love of besets end a love of birds, tads love of the love-god *k wiles; But a love that knocks a pocket-book thin Is a love of the latest styles, ' t 1 “An hoar passed—the Turkey woke; f That bright dream woe bis last; He woke to die, ’mid fire and smoke, i , ’Mid basting spoons and carver’s stroke. And bright blades, lashing test.’’ “You just take a bottle of my medicine,” said a quack doctor to a consumptive, “ana you’ll never cough again.” “Is it so fatal as that?” gasped the consumptive. A bridal couple from Washoe Valley, at breakfast this morniug, conversed as follows: He—'‘‘Shall I skin you a pertater, honey?” She—“No, thank you, deane, I have one already skun.’-’ An unknown man killed by the cars in Connecticut on Saturday had In his pocket sixty cents and a pair of scissors, and the coroner’s jury rendered a verdict that the deceased was an editor.

A principal of a female college in Elmira told his lady pupils that as fur as dropping love letters out of the windows was concerned he did not raise so much of an objection as he (Ud to the poor spelling some of them contained. Marietta little lamb, Tben she took a slice o’ bam, Next she ate a piece o’ pie— Mince—a little sip o’rye, Or wine, perhaps, followed next, As “sixteenthly” does the text; Tben she slept and dreamed tnat slis Was Barnum’s menagerls. A young lady who had been married a little over a year wrote to her matter-of-faot old father, saying, “We have the dearest little cottage in the world; ornamented with the most charming little creepers you ever saw.” Tne did man read the letter and exclaimed, “Twins, by thunder.” “I want to sell you an encyclopedia,” said a book agent to one of our foremost pork men, the other day, who, by the way, Is better posted on j>ork than be is on books. “What do I want with your encyclopedia?” snarled the pork man; “I couldn’t ride one if I had it.” He thought ij, was a new variety of velocipede. Mr. Standing Bear the distinguished Indian, heard Joseph Cook lecture the other day. “Heap smart man,” said Mr. Bear at the close of the lecture, “Talkee, talkee, talkee. Big sound. Who wind him up?” “No,” said Mr. Cook, when he heard of it; “the Indian cannot be civilized. He’s an infernal brute, and I can prove it.” The katydid does all her singing with her legs. Now, if the young man who sists hehind you at the concert and hums the tenor softly, were compelled to do all his singing by rubbiug the soles of his feet together, how happy you would be. And he? Oh, he would sing about as well as does now, and the musical world wouldn’t miss him at all.

Several young men were sitting together, and a young lady happened to 3e in the vicinity. One “real sweet” young fellow seeing, as he supposed, the young lady looking at him, remarked playfully and with a becoming simper: “Well, Miss -—, you needn’t look at me as though you wanted to eat me.” “Oh, no,” sweetly replied the young lady, “I never eat greens.” A schoolboy got up to read a composition on “The Tree.” He got as far as “This subject has many branches,” when the teacher said “Stop! you bars not made your bow yet.” “If you interrupt me again,” said the boy, “I’ll leave.” “You give me any more impudence and I’ll take the sap out of you. Do you understand?” “Itwig,” said the boy, and then the regular order ot business proceeded. Frustrated social ambition—Miss Lyon Hunter (to Herr Bogoluboffski, the famous virtuoso, whose afternoon pianoforte recitals are the wonder of the world) —“A—by-the-by, Herr BoSlubonski, we thought you would :e to try the new Broad wood?” Chorous of Ladies—“Oh, do, Herr Bogoluboftski, pray Ido!” If err Bogolutxfffßki who has been asked to dine eu familie, and spend the evening “quite in a friendly way”)—“Laties, if you vould perhaps vish zat I should amuse ze company, quite in a vrentiy vay, I gan preak ze Soker on my arm, I gau schvallow ze dable schboons, and I gau sohdick a lighted dallow gan tie in my moose vizout pudding it out—pot I gannot blavze biano after tinner!” [N. B.—On the strength of Herr Bogoiuboffcki’s ooming, Mrs. L. H. has cunningly invited just one or two very select friends to drop in during the evening, and the new Broaawood grand has been procured at great expense for the occasion.

Teachers and Task-Masters.

J. G. Holland, In Scribner for December. The public have not held teachers to their true responsibility. We sends young lad or a'young girl to school,and find that, while we are paying out a great deal of money for them, they are gaining nothing. We complain, and are informed that our children are not industrious, that they do not seem in* terested in their studies, that they are absorbed in play, etc., etc. In ninetynine cases in a hundred, our disappointment is entirely the fault of the teacher. He or she is simply incompetent for the duty they have undertaken. A first-class teacher always good pupils. Lack of interest in study l* always the result of poor teaching. We send a boy to college, and find that he regards his studies as a grind,—that he is only interested in getting good marks, and that he is getting no scholarly tastes. and winning no scholarly delights. We inquire, and find him in the nands of a young tutor, without experience, who really pretends to he no more than a task-master, and who knows nothing, and seems to care nothing, about the office of teaching. The placing of large masses of young men in the hands of inexperienced persons, who do not pretend to do more than to set tasks and record the man-

ner in which they are performed, without guidance or assistance, is a gross imposition of the college upon a trusting publio, aim it Is high time that an outcry so determined and persistent is raised against it that it shall procure a reform. ’ ‘ • 4 - Babb Hawkins, a notorious desperado, recently made his escape from the Tlptoa county jail by throwing pepper in the eyes of the jailer, thus rendering him helpless to offer any eppetftiem te Hawkins’ escape.

CONDIMENTS.