Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 3, Number 12, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 21 September 1872 — Page 2

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.

The racing river leaped and sang, Fall blithely In ibe perfect weather All round the moan tain eeboea rang.

For blae and green were glad together. This rained oat light from every part, And that with songs of Joy wat thrilling But In the hollow of my heart

There ached a place that wanted filling.

Before the road and river met, An 1 stepj ing stones are wet and glisten, 1 heard a sound of laughter sweet,

And paused to like it and to listen.

I heard the chanting waters flow. The cnshat's note, the bee's low hamming Then turned the hedgqand did not know-

Hew could ?—that my time was coming.

A girl upon the highest stone, Half doubtful 01 the deed, was standing, Bo far the shallow flood had flown

Beyond the 'customed leap of landing.

She knew not any need of me, Yet me she waited ail anweeting She thought not I had crossed the sea

And half the spheres, to give her meeting.

1 waded oat. her eyes I met, 1 wished the moments had been hoars, I took her in my arms and set

Her daintv feet among the flowers.

Her fellow maids, in copse and lane, Ah still methinks 1 h»ar them calling The wind's soft whisper in the plain,

The cushat's coo, the water's tailing. But now It is a year ago, And now possession crowns endeavor I took her to my heart to grow

And Ml the hollow place forever.

Bill Larkin's Murder. no

W SIMPSON'S FERRY HAD ITS SENSATION.

A "sensation" in a mountain town of the present day does not necessarily amount to a tragedy a dog fight or a runaway will afford material for conversation for twelve consecutive hours, and a genuine cock fight is an event a wedding is good for a week at least, and Fourth ol July "only comes once a year." When Deacon Betterland ran away with Ida Hart, the people of Simpson's Ferry did not relinquish the subject until long after her return. "The sneaking wretch! he is old enough to be her grandfather,"' said the postmaster. "Yes," replied the stock-raiser who resided just outside the ferry "and then do you remember how sanctimonious the old fool talked about religion, and the last sermon ho preached about 'not coveting thy neighbor's ox, or his ass, or his maid,' or something to that effect?" The indignant stock-raiser could control his feelings no longer, but declared with a fearful oath that if ever the old bible-banger ever came to Simpson's Ferry again, he would never sing another psalm or attend another campmeeting to which Bentiment his hearers readily assented. The women were even more incensed than the men, but they generally ended their conversation on the matter with "Well, served her right she ought to have known better'n to get stuck after an old stick like him." And all this time poor Ida remained at home a sadder and a wiser woman, heedless of all the excitement which she had been instrumental in causing. But the elopement had been "talked to death," as a young lady remarked "played out," her brother said, and it'whs the general opinion that Simpson's Ferry was sadly in need of something or other that would enliven the dull monotony of the town and they were soon satisfied beyond the expectations of the most sunguine.

It was growing dark on one of those warm days, when the inhabitants oi Simpson's Ferry had been baking, and adjourning for "somethingcool," when a young man, mounted on a mustang, rode at a terrific rate of speod into the town. Ills face was ilushed, and the animal he rodo boro the appearance of having been bard pressed over a long and dusty road. Everybody knew the handsome young man asCharlio Calle, a telegraph operator in Blue Gulch, a neighboring town, and as a matter of course, were surprised at his hasty entry into tho village, for Charlie was known far and near as the quietest and most amiable young man in the couutry, preferring a sociablo chat with a pretty girl to riding rough-shod over the mountain roads.

What's up now, Charlie? has your sounder got out of order, or has old Botterliuul run off with one of your Blue Uulch girls? asked a bystander.

Never you mind what's up. Where is that hound, Bill Larkin?—that's all I want to know" replied Charlie, in a husky voice, as ne alighted and entered a saloon near by.

You ain't going to shoot hitn, are vou?" said the other, laughing. "Just show him to mo, and we'll see what these can do. They are very apt to go off when a fellow's mad," and Charlie exhibited a pair of Derringers which he drew Irom his coat pockets.

A large crowd had gathered in tho saloon, and Innumerable questions were propounded to the young telogra(h opora'or but before he had a chance to answer any of them, the man he was looking for, appeared in the door. "Oh! there you are! Stand aside, gentlemen yelled Charlie, as be levelcd his Derringor in tho direction of Larkin.

There was a general scampering ol those in front of the weapon, and a clear space was soon open between the two young men, who glared at each er (or a moment 11 ko two wild animils.

When the crowd on the outside heard tho short, sharp report of the Derringer, which was iollowed by the heavier sound of a revolver, and a second alter, experienced ears were apprised of the fact that Calle had discharged his other pistol. Then all was, still and another rush was made for the saloon, where tho barkeeper was found raising Larkins from the floor, where he had been lying in a pool of blood. Calle was no where to tie seen, but the two Derringers wore lving on the floor near the counter. With the assistance of three or tour men, Larkin was carried Into an adjoiuing room, where a physician was soon in attendance but the anxious crowd outside were informed, a few momenta afterward, that Larkin was dead—"shot through the heart," tho doctor said— and Simpson had at last obtained the long-wiahed-for sensation.

Calle made no attempt to escape, bat delivered himself up to a constable, and waa lodged in jail to await the action of the coroner's Jury. He would give no other explanation of his act than that Larkin had been circulating scurrilous stories about him, and that he had mounted the animal upon which he entered the Ferry, and rode the whole distance trom Blue Gulch as hard as the animal oould travel. He did not appear at all penitent or sorrowful when told that Larkin waa dead.

Time passed, and the coroner's jury having rendered a verdict of "Death at the bands of Charles Calle" in the case ot Larkin, the day for trial was set, and the entire cosnty was on the qui runs, for Calle was not only well known

throughout the Bine Gulch and Simpson's Ferry region, but well liked by everyone who knew him. He was well connected at Bine Gulch, which place was even more excited over the affair than Simpson's Ferry.

The morning of the day upon which Calle was to beiried^ dawned clear and bright over the bluflh back of the Ferry. announcing another hot Summer day. Long before the hour appointed for the trial to commence the court house was crowded to its utmost capacity. There were storekeepers from Blue Gulch and the Ferry, discussing the prospects of trade during the 'Fall tall, raw-boned herders from "over the mountains" were standing awkwardly in various portions of the room ejecting huge quantities of tobacco juice over the floor or under the lawyer's table. Teamsters leaned back in their chairs, just as lazily and in much the same manner as when stretched across seat of a "prairie schooner" on a level road. Attorneys or "lawyers," as they are almost invariably designated in the mountains, when not bearing the title of "Judge," sat with their heels higher than their heads, sagely discussing the probabilities of a conviction while everybody else, "Judges," "Majors," "Captains," "Doctors," and civilians, kept up a continual bum of conversation until the presiding Judge took bis seat, when the Sheriff, striking the desk with bis hand, opened the court with the usual "Hear ye! hear ye!" etc.

All the preliminaries having been adjusted, the prisoner was brought in by a deputy sheriff, and the counsel P. the people, commonly called a district attorney, opened his case by detailing what he proposed to show by his witnesses. He then produced the barkeeper, wh® swore positively that he saw Calle shoot Larkin. A Mexican who bad been unable to escape with the crowd by the front door, also testified that he witnessed the shooting, after which those who had heard the shooting were examined, and the prosecution closed.

The witnesses for the defense proved a good character for the defendant, and

Calle himself testified that Larkin had slandered him fearfully, but would not give any instances, and could produce no witnesses ta prove that what he stated was true. There were no extenuating circumstances connected with Calle's case, and the general impression was that the jury would convict him, notwithstanding the able appeal which his lawyer made for him. Everybody thought it srange that none ot bis female relations, fer he bad several, were present, and wondered at the excessive coolness with which he glanced around him, asifconfident of an acquittal. The jury retired, and in half an hour returned with a verdict of "Guilty," adding the terrible clause "of murder in the first degree."

Then followed one of the most singular scenes that ever transpired in a court of justice. The counsel for the defense, who habitually wore an expression of good humor, arose in his seat with a merrier twinkle than ever in bis small eye, and addressing the Judge, said:

Your Honor, I have done everything in my power to prove the innocence of my client, ana have thus far failed, for tho jury have found him guilty of murder in the first degree, and I have this moment received notice that an important witness for the defense has only just been subpenaed, and

It is hardly possible that the witness whom you are about to produce can materially alter the circumstances of the case and as the jury has adjudged the prisoner guilty as charged, it would be useless to weary the court any longer, as it is about supper-time, and his honer probably feels as ifa beefsteak and its concomitants would do him good," interrupted the District Attorney.

A buzz of astonishment pervaded the assembled audience at this speech. That is not the question. I want to know whether I am to be allowed to produce my witness or not," said the counsel lor the prisoner, Snipe. "No sir, you cannot produce your witness, not even if it is Larkin himself," said the Judge, rising in his seat and gesticulating wildly. "That is just what I am going to do, however," returned Snipe. "Here, you body-snatchers out there in the lobby, fetch in the body of Bill Larkin turning toward the door.

Every man in the room arose in his seat at these words, and a deepening murmur escaped the lips of the exclttd assemblage, as six men came through the door bearing between them a sinister-looking object covered with black drapery, which concealed what everybody knew to bo a coffin. Up the aisle came these men, and when they reached the witness stand, deposited their burden upon the step where witnesses generally stood. Astonishment was depicted upon every face as the Judge shouted in stentorian tones:

Swoar the witness All right. swear him It is!" replied the clerk, producing a screw-driver from his coat pocket, and proceeding to take the cover from the coffin.

Leaning over the coffin, he addressed something inside with, "Hold up your loot, old ghost!" and a huge boot was raised above the edge of the coffin.

You do solemnly swear to tell as many lies as any witness in existence? What's yer name?" said the clerk.

You bet," came In sepulchral tones from the strange witness. What's yer name?" repeated the clerk.

BUI Larkin," said the invisible itness he h«d by this time replaced his foot.

No further time was given for additional interrogator.es, for the murmur of excitement in the crowd had now burst into a yell, and a simultaneous rush was made for the coffin and its inmate. A moment after Bill Larkin, alive and unhurt, was dragged from his resting place, and then the suspicion that bad been slowly dawning upon the minds of the spectators was confirmed. They were tho victims of one of the greatest hoaxes that had ever been played in the Southern Mines. Simpson\«» Ferry had at last succeeded in getting up a sensation which, although it turned out a farce, was a sensation nevertheless.

The entire proceeding was, of coarse, a mock trial. Charlie Callo never killed Bill Larkin, and all the officials who assisted at the trial were parties to the sell. Calle bad remained In the joke bat a few hoars, "keeping dark," while his confederates were preparing for the trial. The scheme had originated in Blue Gulch, where it was generally known that Simpson's Ferry, waa in a tearful state of mind because they bad nothing to talk about, and the Blue Galchers resolved to satisfy their neighbors to the tnlleat extent.

Ax aoorn suspended by a piece of thread within half an inch of the surface or the water in a hyacinth glasa, will in a few months, buist and throw a root down into the water, and shoot upward its straight at»d tapering stem, with beautiful little green leaves. A young oak tree growing in Ibis way on the mantleshelf of a room.

Is

a very ele­

gant ana interesting o'»jeci.

DE WITT CLINTON'S DUEL WITH JOHN SWARTWO VT. If you wish to know what manner of young man DeWitt Clinton was. you have only to read the official report of the duel which he fonght in 1802 with John Swartwout, at Weeliawken. Clinton was then opposing Aaron Burr, and Swartwout accused him of being actuated in his opposition only by personal and selfish motives.

He is a liar, a scoundrel and a villain!" exclaimed the hot-headed Clinton.

A challenge followed, and a dael was fought, I suppose it was the most remarkable affair of the kind that ever occurred out oflreland. The first fire doing no harm to either antagonist, one of the seconds asked Swartwout:

Are you satisfied, sir?" I am not," said he, with more bluntneas than courtesy.

They fired a second time without effect. Are you satisfied, sir,?" asked the second. "No!" thundered Swartwout.

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The men fired a third time without effect, when the same gentleman again politely asked Mr. Swartwout if he was s&tisfiod

I am not," was the reply "neither shall I be until that apology Is made which I demanded. Until then we must proceed."

Swartwout's second then presented a paper containing the apology demanded, for Clinton's signature, saying, "We cannot spend our time in conversation. This paper must be signed, or proceed."

I will not sign any paper on the subject," said Cliaton. with firmness and dignity. "I have no animosity against Mr. Swartwout. I will willingly shake hands, and agree to meet on the score of former friendship."

The fourth fire then took place, when Clinton's ball struck his obstinate antagonist in the left leg, below the knee.

Are you satisfied, sir?" the wounded man was again asked. Standing firmly at his post, ho answered "It is useless to repeat the question. My determination is fixed, and I beg we may proceed,"

While the surgeon was extracting the ball from the opposite side of Swartwout's leg Clinton again declared that he had no animosity against Swartwout that he was sorry for what had passed, and was willing to go forward, shake hands, and bury the circumstance in oblivion. Swartwout however, standing erect at his place, insisted upon the written apology. A fifth time they fired, ana Clinton's ball struck his antagonist in the same leg, a little below the former wonnd. "Are you satisfied, sir asked the second.

I am not, sir," replied Swartwout "proceed." Clinton then left his station, threw down his pistol, and declared that he would fight no more.

Whereupon Swartwout turning to his second, asked what he should do, to which the second replied "There is nothing further left for you now but to have your wounds dressed.

So the combat ended, and the two parties returned in their barges to the city.

Such was Clinton at thirty-three, when he had already been a member of the Legislature, and was about to enter the Senate of the United States. He was brave to rashness, and ambitious bevond measure: but he lived up to the standard of his day, and acquitted himself of every trust with honor and distinction.

WHA TOUR DRINKS COST. If the published reports of liquor inspectors, revenue collectors and statistical bureaus are to believed, the total outlay for last year's stock of drinks— including native and foreign wines, liquor and malt beverages of every description exceeds $102,000,000. The profits on this outlav to dealers foot up to the sum of $500,000,000, making a total ot $663,000,000, which the people of tho United States paicl last year for drinks. An army of six hundred thousand men are engaged exclusively in the manufact ure, transportation and sale of liquors besides women and children, whose productive labor would add to the country's wealth not less than $800,000,000, which is now lost. This would make a grand total of $1,402,000,000 annually, as the cost of the drinks in which our people indulge, to say nothing of "indirect damages."

Those licensed to sell liquor make «ne in 250 of the population, these have from one to two aids which takes about one in every 120 of the citizens ol this country for drink selling. It requires eighty drinkers to support one drinking establishment, who must consume 460 gallons of spirits, 80 gallons of wine and 2,000 gallons of beer annually, for which each individual drinker pays about sixty dollars. Making due allowance for the teetotalers, and leaving out the women and children, the habitual drinkers will reach over twelve millions—one-third of the entire population of the United States. It is folly to undertake to count the drunkards, to estimate the crime, the suffering, the poverty, the misery and the ruin caused by this nefarious business. We simply present the facts for thoughtful people, and leave to temperance societies and speakers the settlement of "consequential damages."

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HO H* rEOPLE GET SICK. Eating too much and too fast and swallowing imperfectly masticated food. By taking too much fluid during meals. Drinking poisonous whisky and other intoxicating drinks. Keeping late hours at nl^ht and sleeping too late in the morning. Wearing clothing too tight so as to relax circulation. Wearing thin shoes. Neglecting to take sufficient exercise to keep the hands and feet warm. Neglecting to wash the body sufficiently to keep the pores of the skin open. Exchanging the warm clothing worn in a warm room during the day for light costumes and exposure incident to evening parties. Starving the stomach to gratify a vain and foolish passion for dress. Keeping up a constant excitement, fretting the mind with borrowed troubles.

EATING WIT HO UT AN APPETITE. Multitudes eat when they do not feel any appetite, simply because it is the regular eating time, apprehending that if they do not eat, they will afterwards become hungry, when it may be very inconvenient and even impossible to get anything at all to eat. This forcing food Into the stomach against the instincts of the body ia a wicked waste of power is a fighting against nature and puts man below the brutes which peri&, fbr they never go against their instincts. Irregularity in meals is a dangerous habit but it is uever wise to force food into a reluctant stomach for the sake of regularity.—[Health Reformer.

THAT'S TERBACKER.

An Interesting Female.

A correspondent in southern Missouri gives the following delightful picture of society in that delectable region

Driving along the toad we encountered a slender, sallow female, with arms bare to the shoulders, and not much clothes on, if we except the copperas colored petticoat, who was working a small patch of tobacco. The work was that of pulling off the shoots which are known as "suckers" and crushing the monstrous green worms.

I inquired if we could get a drink of water. She spat out a mouthful of tobacco juice with a "cbirt," and said:

Thar's the spring over yander, and tbar's a gourd in it. Having slaked my thirst with a draught of highly medicated fluid, which tasted strongly of old horseshoes and hoop-iron, I sought to strike up a conversation. In passing to the spring, I saw a man with a very red and scotched face and two fearfully bunged eyes, sneaking off in the corn.

Is that your husband back there I inquired. Him! Not much, I reckon. My old man's gone down in the bottom to see if he kin kill a mess o' squirrels, or mebbe a young turkey. That's Arkansas Jim, the onarist, triflinist, good-for-nothinest whelp this side o' the Nation. He bangs round and helps my old man with the hosqps, but ne ain't worth bis salt. Come out o' thar, ye durned galoot, an' show yerself. Yesterday he tuk a cow down to Bresh crick we sold to Ferris, an' he got holt o' some whisky, an' got drunk as a matter o' course. Then he got into a fight, and the other feller ruther got away with him, I gues°. I wish^he'd a killed the blasted beast."

What is that truck I inquired innocently, pointing to the tobacco. "Well, stranger," she replied, with a twinkle in her Dlack eyes, "you must be awful green not to kuow that. Whar you been livin' all yer life? Why, that's terbacker. We raise a little for our own use. People may say what they please, but 1 tell you terbacker's a great comfort. I couldn't git along without it. I say, stranger, hev ye got any store terbacker about ye! I got plenty o' twist, but I like navy the best."

Unfortunately I don't chew, but offered her a segar. "A seegyar! "Well, I generally smoke a pipe, but I don't mind tryin' your seegyar jest for a change."

She wiped the green gum of the suckers on her petticoat ami took the offered segar, while I struck a match. After a few puffs she said: "Well, I rather like this. It's one of them what they calls Havanners, ain't it? Mighty nice tasted, but it don't go to the 8pot like the pipe. I say, stranger, wouldn't you like to see my old man? Jest hitch your hoss, an' tell the nigger to come in out o' the sun, and I'll Dlow the horn for him to come up."

I mildly suggested that I was afraid the "old man might get jealous—that men with good looking wives were subject to the complaint." "Jealous? I'd like to see him try that on me. I'd give him sumtbin' to be jealous for. He knows durned well that I'm all right, and that I won't have any airs put on over me. Ez for bein'good-lookin', I've seen the time stranger, when you might hev said so, an' told no lie, nuther. But hevin' the agor, and a raft o' young uns, and livin' like this takes the starch outen a voung gal mighty quick, I tell you. 'rhis is a mighty fine country for cows, but it's h—11 on wimmin. Morning, stranger. Next time ye see a a patch o' terbacker you won't hev to ask what it Is."

WHAT RA TTLESNA KES ARE GOOD FOR. It may not be generally known to our readers that snake poison is used for medicinal purposes in these, days, and that, under the name of "Crotalus Horridus," the poison of the rattlesnake is utilized in homeopathic pharmacy. Messrs. Thompson A Capper, of Liverpool, having recently imported a number of rattlesnakes, abstracted the venom from the live animals in the following ingenious manner: The reptiles were in separate compartments of a case, fitted with a double lid for extra security. A long staff, which could be tightened or loosened by the hand at pleasure, was inserted through the partially opened lid, and the opportunity quickly seized of slipping the loop over the snake's head, the loop being immediately drawn tight by means of the cord attached thereto. With a similar contrivance the tail was next fastened, and the snake being thus securely held, was lifted out of the box to the floor of the room. A pickle bottle containing chloroform was tbon thrust over the snake's head, and carefully held In Its place by keeping time with the animal's Aborts to extricate itself. As the reptile became stupefied tha noose was gradually relaxed to enable the lungs to have full play, and when it appeared powerless, the snake was laid in a long, narrow box made for tho purpose, with an aperture at one end, out of which Its head projected while the operation was performed. Its jaws was theo opened and fixed, and the poison glands were pressed with forceps, then with the gloved finger and thumb, whilo a small blown graduated phial was held to receive the drops as they oozed out through the poison fangs. Twenty drops were the average quantity yielded from each snake. The venom is of a straw color, thick and gummy in consistency, and decidedly acid in its reaction on litmus paper. It is readily soluble in glycerine or water, but is precipitated by strong alcohol, the precipitate being redissolved, with the addition of a little water. Its toxi cological properties were fully tried on a variety of animals. Half a drop produced death on a linnet within three minutes after being injected under the wing. The symptoms produced in all cases were very similar.—[Court Journal.

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JUGGERNAUT FESTIVITIES AND IMMOLATIONS. A London Times correspondent writes aa follow^ from Calcutta, July

16th:

There has been a bad ending this year to the Juggernaut Festiyal at Serarnpore. As many of your readers know, there are three great days of the festiyal, which extends over a fortnight, and is filled up in the main with simple amusements. The first day is devoted to bathing the god in the holy Ganges water. Next his huge car is drawn out from his temple to that of a brother god, whom Juggernaut is supposed to visit yearly, and remain with a week. There are now two cars in Serampore: the original one, 30 feet high, and a smaller one which has been set opasa rival. The large car this year was moved triumphantly and taken to the appointed place, the smaller one could not be moved, probably because the greater part of the people were at the larger. Yesterday was the return day, and in the evening the large car was again drawn successfully, watched by the station magistrate and the few police of the place. The smaller car, unfortunately, was deemed by the authorities as a fixture, and, in any case, was in the place where it was wanted. Each car has four strong ropes at each front

every one is to touch the ropes, and one person gives was to another, many thousands are privileged to pull the

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od during his journey. On this last of the festival one more attempt was resolved upon for the purpose of making the smaller car to at least move, and, unhappily, the attempt was successful, ana in a moment two of the men nearest to the car were under the wheels. One was literally cut in two the other's thigh was crushed nealy off, and there is little hope of his recovery. At first the report went abroad that the disasters were cases of self-immolation, but I am glad to say that this was not so. They were pure accidents, arising from the pressure and excitement ol the crowd when the car moved. The civil surgeon of the station, Dr. Greene, inlormea me that the wounded man for along time after being taken to the hospital called loudly ou the god. "What have I done that you should punish me?" and be asked for and drank gin, so that he could not be a fit subject for a Hindoo sacrifice. The deputy magistrate also, who saw the whole*transaction, says there was nothing in it at all like self-immolation. I am sure the religious societies in England, who take so much intereet in Juggernaut will be glad to hear this. Indeed, I believe there never again can be self-immolation on any considerable scale in India. The priests dread it, as putting their whole craft in danger. Besides, some of them are too intelligent now to believe in it. One of the younger priests of the car where this accident occurred is secretary of a literary society, at which all manner of questions are discussed, and owns and superintends, altogether apart from bis ordinary work, a female school, which is visited by the wife of a missionary. And this is not an issolated case. Of course, there will be sacrificial suicides and religious fanatics for a long time to come, but I am glad to say this was not of that class. There would seldom be either a suicide or an accident at the Juggenaut Festival if a strong body ot police was posted at the car. The people are like a flock .of sheep when the police are in question. Here only the tew police of the station were engaged—a mere hnndful among thous ands upon thousands, a mass of life for of the roads and fields.

THE WHITE LADY.,

A Palace Ghost Runs Against the Bayonet of a Skeptical Sentry—Fatal Result of an Attempt to Practice upon the A ustrian Emperor's Superstition.

A correspondent of the American Register gives an interesting narrative ot the visitation of tho White Lady, noted in the imperial palace of Vienna this year. The long, high and dark corridor which connects the apartment of the late Grand Duchess Sophie with that of the Emperor is guarded by a single sentinel. As he was recently keeping his lazy watch ho aroused from a nap and saw before him a white shrouded figure bearing a striking resemblance to the dead archduchess, moving slowly and noiselessly toward him. Terror-stricken, he did not stop to challenge the ghostly intruder, but dropped his musket and fled to the guard bouse, recounting in broken accents the appearance of the "White Ladv," always held in the court legends to portend some disaster to tho House of Ilapsburg. Not willing to take a mere statement unsupported, tie next night three men and a corporal took the watch, and at the midnight hour, the apparition was again seen, vanishing when pursued. On the third night, a Dold sentry assumed the post and waited until the palace clock rang out the watching hour. Promptly as the last mournful reverberations died away the "White Lady" again appeared, moving along the corridor, but halting at some distance from the guard, then turning and disappearing. Three times the sentry challenged tho figure without a response, then wlthono bound he went in pursuit. Through the long corridor sped both ghost and soldier, the latter straining every nerve and gaining on the shadow. Already his hand was raised to grasp the figure, when it turned and faced bim. At that moment his bayonet plunged Into, not tbiu air, but into the living flesh of a young man, who now lay at bis feet fatally stabbed. He was carricd off, no one knows whither, and the guardsman sent to a post remote from Vienna, and the whole affair remains a royal mystery.

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Sax Slick.—A

kiss is a great

mystery. It is not a thing that can ev'er be forgot. No language can express it, no letters will give the sound. Imagination can't conceive it. It can't be imitated or forged. It is confined to no clime or country, bat is ubiquitous. It is disembodied when completed, but is Instantly reproduced ana ia immortal. It ia as old as the creation, and vet it is as young and as fresh as ever. It pre-existed, still exists, and always will exist. It pervades all nature. The breeze, as it pames, kisses the rose, and the pendant vine stoops down and hides with its tendrils its blushes as it kisses the limpid stream that waits in an eddy to meet it, and raises ita tiny waves like anxious lips to receive it. I always maintain to my dying day that kissing is a great mystery.

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House.—SomeEng­

lish grooms at Saratoga are teaching the "Yankees" how to take care of a horse.

To-day I asked one of the grooms, who baa spent twenty yeaas in the stables of royalty, what he had to say about our American way of taking care of a horse. "Why, sir," said he, "you don't take good care of your horses you think you do, but you don't." "Why?" I asked. "Because, when a horse comes in all wet with perspiration, you let him stand io tne stable and dry with all the dirt on. In England, we take the horse as becomes in from a drive and sprinkle blood-warm water all oyer bun, from his head to kin feet. Then we scrape him down and blanket him, rubbing his legs and face dry. Thus, in an hour, he is clean and dry, and ready to take a good feed, while, with your way, he will stand and swelter for hours, and finally dry, sticky and dirty. Our hones never founder and never take cold. We never use a

currycomb.

You scratch your horses too bard. Tbe only care necessary ia to have tbe water not very cold, then bathe them quick and blanket them Instantly, while you are rubbing their leg*. I

MIRTHFUL MORSELS.

A good hotel keeper is a man that one can always pat up with. p.,t

A

bachelor compares a shirt bntion to life, because it hangs by a thread.

What is the most dangerous kind of assassin?

A

man who takes life cheer­

fully. -K

An exchange is ot the opinion that we had several fry days in one week recently.

Which are the most melancholy ij trees? The weeping-willow and the pine-apple.

Because horses are used to reins, it does not follow that they are indifferent to wet weather.

A musical genius of this city is so full of quavers that he always makes a "stop" when he oomes to a "bar."

Long Branch complains that "the colored waiters and their sweethearts monopolize the beach in the evening."

The champion temperance man, says an exchange, lives in Danbury, Connecticut. He has signed the pledge 83 times.,

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young man asked the county clerk. the other day whether he conldn't reduce the rates if a halt dozen fellows clubbed together to take out marriagelicenses. .• it} it

A low-flying eagle was brought down on Saturday at La Claire. Like an un-: fortunate dwelling house, he took fire from a defective flew. v-

Why is coal the most contradictory article known to commerce Because •& when purchased, instead of going to the buyer, it goes to the cellar.

The Dayton (O) Sun succeeds in presenting a Presidential ticket which will,, suit both sides, thus: "For President, Gr for Vice President, n."

Mediums, who profess to obtain cor- & rect information from tables, have been entirely baffled by the railway time tables. Thev have tried them, and find' that they don't answer.

The knowing ones tell us that the-on-ly wav to get pure port wine Is to go to: Oporte, raise the grapes, press the wine, put it into the cask yourself, and rido on it all tbe way home.

The Country Gentleman, in telling how to treat felons, says they should be soaked in white lye until the skin comes off. Is such a suggestion to be received calmly in this enlightened age?

A photographic marriage certificate! is the latest novelty. It is provided with receptacles for the photographs of tbe bride and bride-groom and officiating clergyman or officers of the law. j.a.'n tj,u iij

Illinois formers are seeking information as to whether they cannot, under the Ku Klux law, thin out the light-: nlng rod men and map-peddlers who are devastating the country in various sections of the State,

An ignorant woman of great wealth and pretentions said, in response to a compliment to some mutton on her table: "Oh, yes, my husband always buys tho best. He isn't stingy, and besides, he is a great epicac."

A young friend of ours, whose opinions derive a tinge of bitterness froirv the beer he Imbibes, says that although: it is quite true that "ono swallow does not make a summer," a summer like this makes one swallow—a good deal ol liquig. ,K

An Essential,

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Lovblinhss.—To

be entirely beautiful the hair should bo abundant and lustrous. This Is absolutely essential to complete loveliness. The most regular features, tho most brilliant complexion and pearliest teeth full of their duo effect if tho hair be thin, dry, or harsh. On the contrary the plainest face, it it bo but surmounted by luxuriant and silken tresses, is apt to impress the beholder with asenso ot actual beauty. That crowning ornament of her sex Is, happily, within the reach of lovely woman, and being as discriminating as she is lovely, she long ago discovered that Lyon's Kathairon was tbe sure means of securing it. No preparation for tho Hair ever enjoyed a tithe of its popularity, and: no wonder,

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it producessuch grati­

fying results. Applied to tho waste and barren places of tho sculp. It true-, tifies and enriches them with a new and ample growth. It Is not, of course, pretended that it will do this if tho rapacity lor reproduction is extinct, but so long as it remains that wonderful rehabilitant will assuredly propagate the germ of tho hair Into life and activity.

ONE HALF tho people cannot, take? Cantor OU from its terrible nauseating! taste, and recoil in the throat. Th« Castoria prepared by Dr. i'ltchcr, is purely vegetable, perfectly harmless,. pleasant to take, and more effective: than Castor Oil. It does not distress or gripe, but ng^ilates the system,

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operates when all other remedies ha^e,, failed. It acts like magic for Stomachf Ache, Constipation, Flatulency, Croups and Worms. It contains neither Mln-? erals, Morphine nor Alcohol. U* soothing, quieting offect, prodt^cs na-. tural sleep, and partlculaily adapts it to crying and teething children. No article baa ever met such unqualilied, endorsement by the Physicians. I ake no more Bitter Pills, Narcotic $ Griping

Purgatives or Sickening Oils.

The Castorla costs but couts, and when once tried you will never be without It.

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Tub man has never been foun!|| who can chokedown theTorna-g do Thresher. It can't be chok-» ^J,and it won't be choked. I» .has hundreds of friends In thin

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neighborhood who have tried It thoroughly

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)tb object being to sell ma-1 chines we won't miss a salf Where parties are good, orriir-,* nish ample security, we don hesitate io give UmK time, fiorn^:

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money is necessary, but a little will go a^, great ways toward a Tornado.

At a trial of Cider Mills, each claltniag to be the best. No. 5 produced 6% poundsof Cider, trlili 75 revolutions, No. 2, 7%, .pounds with 00 revolutions, No.

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3 7 60 revolutions, while fhjAmerican Mill produced 9J4 pounds with .-• evolution*. See it at Jones a Jones .«##iTm*Tobi«ado8bpabatob Is the fl

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most handsomely finished, werlc

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Th* Tobj*ato Hici*abator 30 Inch In cylinder, 8# inch carrier, The Tornado 30 Inch cylinder, 41! Inch carrier. The Carey Power .g horse or 10 borne. The Carey

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Power mounted or down. Warranted every one of them, at Jones A ones, Terre-Haute, Indiana?