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THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

WE TWO.

What life? I aak—aad you We who have known Its joys and sorrow* It* sullen and Its fatr to morrows

Who have thought it perfect day And fallen fainting by the way— What we la life to us— we.two What use is love? 1 ask—and you

We who have raveled In ite blisses, Drunk ourselves drunken with Its kisses, A.nd seen Its dawn melt into night Leaving behind but baleful blight What use la life to us—we two What use are Mends ?—1 ask—and you

We who have tested them together In ranahlne add In rainy weather, And And few left when storms portend, And none to stand fast tu the end: What use are friends to us—we two? What use la hope ?—I ask—and you 1

We who through many itern denials And sickening pain and piteous trials •Have kissed the threshold of the word

To find it still but long deferred— What use la hope to u»—we two What use la faith ?—I ask—and you

We who have tolled and wrought and striven, And failed, and prayed to be forgiven* And watched and waited everywhere, But heard no answer to our prayer What use ia Jalth to as—we two

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Shall we then give up life—we two? If we fall fainting by the way, There cometh yet a perfect day

We need both aad and bright to morrows, Joys would not be leys without sorrows, 1 will Hot give up life—will you Shall we then give up love—we two

If it goes out In balerul blight, The morning followeth the night There are yet left for us its kisses, If we butcheilsh well its blisses I will not give up love—will you

Shall we then give np friends—we two? We have not waited to the end For those who stand when storms por tend

May bap in fair and cloudy weather They'll rise and fall with us together I will not give up irleads—will you Shall we then give up hops—we two?

We jet may paass, though long deferred, The threshold of that gracious word, And And through many pains and trials Made glorious all our stern denials I will not give up hope—will you Shall we then give up faith—we two?

If we wait patiently, our prayer Will soon bo answered everywhere For failure we m*y be forgiven, Since humbly we nave toiled and striven I will not give up lalth—will you? —J. H, ELLIOT.

A Comstock Coroner.

Bam Davis, In Argonaut.

John Mangos, the Public Amlniatra tor anil Coroner of Storey County, Nevada, was sitting in the boaotn of his family, one blealf December night, in dulging in the melancholy reflections which so often cloud the mind and sour the temper of men who Imagine that a heartless Providence has singled them out as a special target for its irowns.

Mangus had a wife and live children depending on hi ui for provender. Before his elevation to public office he had been an industrious miner, and well to do in the world. He had gone before the people as a candidate, spent all he had iu the First Ward, got whipped in the Second, was drunk in the Third, and being unable to circulate in the Fourth was elected there by a sufficient majority to pull him through.

Mangua was a little sore after election day to think that the First Ward had cleaned out his pockets and done ao poorly for him. He consoled himself, howevor, with the reflection that he had maintained the customs of the country by

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down on election .day to a

coin disbursement basis. Jones had come down with a million before he could don the Senatorial toga and Sharon bad scattered about a million and a half (being less popular) and (being less scrupulous) g&ve his constituents a stock deal after his election, and got it all back again.

Mangus was turning over in his mind how he could, on a small scale, Imitate the example of the latter, and recover his money.

As ha sat gazing into the tiro, which was feeding ou coal a^ twenty-five dollars a ton, and ruminating sadly over the past and present, his wife stole softly to his side and tried to cheer him up. iV'Jobft, anything the matter?" "Everything'* the matter. Do you believe in a Providence that punishes toe wicked and cares for the good?" "Ol course." "Well, I don't! Look at me. I go to c'mrch on Sunday, live at home with my unlly, dou%g«uib|o, and seldom drink. Now, aln'tthatr"pretty good ten- a man livln' in Virginia City? Well, does Providence smile on me? I've been Coroner of this county for months, and look at the death record during that time: one man blown tip in Crown Point brought here with nothrn' man shot on street, nothing in his pockets but a plug of navy tobacco aud an old jackknife one man scalded in the Savage. Tnink of that, Belay. Then look at the AdmluistTBtorbnsiness: two old women pegged |ut, ami I had j|he ha tome oil rick and pips- *o 3 a ptdwiaiA ot

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pot ihlna "I know, John, it's hard, when vou come to figure it up but the Lord will provide yet." "The Bat loo* bfiff r» Billings, my predecessor. The first week after he was sworn in, there were four men blown to splinters in the Yellow Jacket: then came ar#aw 111 the Con Virginia slum U»t p*Dued out two mm His official career was regular triumphal march. Everything stood in with him. Buildings fell down, blasts wentofi before their Ume, plenty of en-

lneer» got dftibi, everybody was on cut, aud tight, and teams went orashing through the streets every day or so, running over children. Why. his fess from children' alone amouutea to re money than I have seen ior six months." "ProVldatiM tfwfltiillA on hlm,anf no stake," said the wife aadljr. "Then look at the estates he had the handling of. Hundreds of thousands tttsed throu hilf of stuck to ty it was all tbe d&ifigs »ok how wicked he was: be rambled, 1 -arik, kept a mistress ia every town, a td wats a born tbfef all the while. How .n you reeonciie these things to bell fin Christianity?'' "Trust in the Lird, Joh*, and in .tbe

Just then "ftmovr, the undertaker, cvne in, and his presenoe cheered the disconsolate Mangus. Barlow was a mm who WMnever caat down and aliva hopeful for tfce future. lie was warmly welcomed, and when he drew tip hia chair to the fire be pnlled from bis pocket a bottle and sang In

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cheery tones the refrain of the 61d eong that waa howled in Delhi when the great plague was devastating the city: "fifora'aa cup to the dead already

Hurrah for the Bext that dies

This beautiful and tonobing melody caused a smile to play over the stolid features of the Coroner, and in his enthusiasm be threw a lump of coal in the grate worth at least forty-five oenta.

Bring out some cake, and let's have a hot scotch at once," he said to hia wife, who began to move about quite briskly. "It isn't every night we enjoy the company of Mr. Barlow. How are things with you, Mr. Barlow "Business immense," said the undertaker, rubbing his bands warmly. II the mease lain the Second Ward keeps up another week I'll be able to pay the Belcher assessment and have considerable left. For a good, reliable, moneymaking disease give me meaalee ot oourse I mean where you can't get small pox. The elevation here is too high for smsll-pox, bot every country has its little drawbacks and I don't complain. If I couldn't have measles, I'd worry along on diptheria but measles is the thing because it takes the children. Take a well fixed family who have just lost a child and they come down handsome for a tony funeral. If it's their only child, of course I charge 'em more. At a child's funeral I make a good spec on flowers. I raise 'em all in my back yard, but I make 'em think they come from Sacramento with big express charges. Now, for instance, when they are dropnin' off pretty thick, I make the same flowers do for two funerals. I plant one in the morning, and of course they leave the flowers on the grave then I take 'em and cover the coffin of the one I bury in the afternooa with 'em, see

The Coroner and his wife laughed heartily at these business revelations of Barlow, and highly commended him for his shrewdness. "Of course," continued Barlow, ac cepting their compliments modestly and lifting a fresh glass of hot-scotch from the table, "there are tricks, or rather strokes of business, in most all trades. Now, I often make people think they aregittin' solid rosewood, when it is only varnished black walnut. Take a woman whose husband is dead, and she takes on so that she don't inspect close if I make her think I'm furnishin" rosewood, it makes her feel. better because she thinks she's doin' the square thing by the corpse. Well, h9re's at ye."

Mangus lifted his glass and drank with Barlow, and remarked: "That's all well enough for you, but in my busiplay those dodges take what Providence gives me. You git a regular thing, and my business is spasmodic." "That's all because you lack brainsbrains, my boy," replied Barlow, squeezing a little more lemon into his liquor, "People all seem to think that any damn fool can be a Coroner, but that's where they're wrong. Of course any fool can hold an inquest, but it takes intellect to be able to hold half a dozen inquests on the same man. I was oftce a Corouer in Frisco in early davs, and with proper care I could make' corpse last for months." Here Baric.. looked over his glass and winked knowingly at Mangus, whose faoe brightened up as if anew light was dawning. "D'ye see it?" quoth the undertaker, chuckling merrily.

Mangus burst into a laugh, and his wife smiled in sympathy. There was a knook at the door. "Come in."

As the door opened a gust of wind brought in a shower of snow, likewise a man. "There's a man killed at the Curry. We've got him here in a cart." "Take him round the baok way, and we'll put him in the dead house," said the Coroner, starting up. The man closed the door, and went back to the cart. "There's no cloud without a silver lining," said the undertaker pouring out somp more liquor.

Mangus knew there was a twenty-dol-lar fee within reach, and putting his head out of the door, called to the man with the cart: "How many was killed "Only one." "Don't expect to be a millionaire in a minute. One's a blamed sight better than nothing," said the undertaker, smiling blandly at Mrs. Mangus. Miner is he? Well, there's a hundred dollar funeral at the least, perhaps more, and seventy-five per cent, clear profit. Let me see,'? he continued, as he buried his mind in mathematics. "Imitation rosewood, size six, eight dollars. Wont need any Ice this cold weather, seven dollars saved. White muslin inside, and the stuffing, three and six-bits. Plate With inscription, ten dollars handles, three on a side, four and a half. If he bolongs toirapcifty Ijsan pat |t yp

Pre^hjf?%iiVe

W4t ffiw cried a

childish vpice from an inner room. The mother went iti and kissed the child. "Father's got a dead man outside now go to sleep, pdt." "Oh doodv, I'll dit a doll,.BilkrA continued tue/child, calling Soift Itrw neighboring bed. "Wake up, dad's dot a dead man sure."

In a few seconds five curly beads reared up frbititheir piljows,at*l began dlscussftig the joyful news. The fond

no Mistake, and its coming brought a joy-Tinto that hoosehold equal to wnat the fleshly advent of alive Santa Clans might have produced. "NoWj yon ain't foolin' us?" asked one, in tones which implied he thought the xfewe too good to be true.

It waa ovfr tq hour before the happy and excited youngsters coald sleep, and by that time the dead had been laid out, cold and stiff, in a building iu the rear of the Coroner*.

The little Mangus brood were up quite early iu the morning and stole oat in their night-gowns to see the corpse.

Little Billy touched the forehead with bis finger to see if it was cold, and, finding it came up to his expectations, communicated the fact to the rest, ia a terae^ "Dead, you bet!"

One could hardly imagine a pleasanier sight than these smiling children, wl^spj hearts were filled with joy at the arrival of the "alTn," and no wonder, for it was the first that had come on to the premise* for four montha. It being Saturday they did not go to school, and so played Jttaefr bljtbesotnf gloom %lLdfr4ekmfy happy &ildr*fl|*n 7 \T Hf

That night the Ooroner and tbe vodertaker had a private oonfab, and tbe result of their deliberation soon became manifest.

Inside a week a body waa found in an old deserted prospect bole, and a few days after another, an# th# 1 cftfie ol thick and cast.

The Mangus familybegan 10 aftsttme more importance. The wife waa a shrewd woman, and one night she said: "John, isn't this tbe same old corpse you are inqueating about onoe a week "Hu«b, don't talk ao loud it'* the same corpse, but I always inquest him under a different name, and find him always In different clothe*. If Provid€bce

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY EVENING MAIL.

wont provide for me, I'll do it myself. I don't propose to wait like Mioawber for something to turn up. I'll go end turn it up myself." "How ions will tbe old fellow last?" "If this cold snap keeps up he's good for about a month or six weeks more, and when h« goes to pieces I may have a fresh one." "The Lord will provide, John, the Lord will provide," said the wife cbeerlly.

Mangus and tbe undertaker kept their pet corpse in good condition for weeks' and it waa mquosted pretty often. It waa a perfect bonaosa for fees, etc., and they looked npou it as a regular member of the drm. "I begin to like this man," said the undertaker one day. "If ever we had a faithful triend it's ibis same man." "Dath only can separate ua?'^ .••That ia if we die." A RUW "I've got bitn lying down in an old shalt near the hospital, and somebody's sure to find htm in a day or so." "What shatt? You don't mean the Lee Consolidated ••Yes."

The undertaker started to bis feet in horror, and exclaimed: "You iufernai fool, the old shaft is nine hundred feet deep, and two hun dred leet of water at the bottom." "Great oeiar, do you mean it? I supposed it had beeu bulk headed to with in a few feet of tbe top." "We've lost him we never can get him up, an4 now we're dished unless we can get anew one, or take a dead pauper into tbe firm. We w.ere just get ting him to work along with us so well." "We'll naversee his like again," answered the other, sadly. The poor Coronor seemed to take the loss very much to heart, and was never the same man afterward. He seemed to lose all enthusiasm in his business which got duller and duller, and one day an old friend of his, who was blown up in the Belcher and. lay four days insensible, came to, with the remark ^jip "The Corouer will never get me."

This was carried to Mangus, and the expression cut him to tbe quick such ingratitude lrom an old friend, a man whom he bad mined with for year9, he could hardly believe it. His suspicions of his old friend's treachery were, however, confirmed when he saw him walk ing about the street alive and well a few weeks alter—not only alive, but going on a big spree as if exulting over his victory in depriving the Coroner of a subject.

No wonder Mangus became a misanthrope. One day he was missing, and some of the miners passing the Lee Consolidated mine, where the foolish Coroner had thrown his dividend paying corpse, found tracks in the snow leading to the mouth of the shaft, and near by was the Coronor's nnmistakable bad hat

Poor Mangus had committed suicide doubtless, but the more charitable held that he rolled in by mistake.

It was impossible to get the body up at once. Meanwhile the citizens got up a benefit for the widow—tbe usual balm tor bereavement on the Comstock.

Tbe musical, dramatic, and vocal talent of tbe ledge combined. Tbe receipts of the affair were $350, and the expenses in the neighborhood of $400. By repudiating the bills of the newspapers for printing and advertising the managers were enabled to balance accounts.

Meanwhile the story was circulated that the old shaft was haunted, and such was indeed the fact. Miners who passed the spot after sundown heard strange noises, and at midnight the voice of Mangus calling a jury together was frequently noted. Soon afterward it was said that a ghostly procession of men would file to the mouth ol the shaft and disappear. Those who took the pains to stop and listen declared that they could hear the taking of testimony lor hours.

One night soaie men coming off the three o'clock shift heard these words ring out clearly in the frosty air of morning: "We find the deceased forty-three years of age, a native of Cornwall, England, who came to his death by a cave in the Gould and Curry mine on the seventeen-iit'ty level, and we believe that no ono is to blame."

A few moments later a crowd of spectral witntsits and jurymen came up from the shaft and melted away into tbe darkneiiss. Such were the stories which passed current in the city, but I must confess that I never meta man who would vouch lor them of his own knowledge.

About three months after the disappearance of the Coronor a skeleton was dragged up from tbe bottom of tbe

Bhaft,

dulv inquested and buried as the remains of John Ma igus. Tbe undertaker a few months after received a letter, which was as follows:

DEAR BARLOW:—I suppose you atrny funeral on tne 17tb. Tbe ihnts in the papers amused me con

siderably. I am alive and well in Lima with my family, who have recently joined me. I made some tracks in the snow one ni^ht at the mouth of the Lee Consolidated shaft, then threw my ©M jat there, and stepped backward in my .itocks Until I reached the road. Tbe rest you know. The body or rotten bones tbey inquested was tbe poor devil we .did so well witb last winter. Poor felloV, he is at rest at last. I wonder if they have overhauled my accounts yet! They'll do devili»h well if tbey evef straighten them. I am running an nn* dermket'd establishment down here. People are dying right and left, and business Is splendid. Betsy and all the chMdren send regards.

Yours, John Mangus."

Not long alter tbe books of tbe Public Admldistrator's office were overhauled, and there waa a deficit of 910,000

WREB E HE HIT SIM: Cincinnati Enquirer. "Wbostrack you, Mr Schimmerhafer?" "Mr. Zimmarscapel, Your Honor." "Mr. Zimtnerscapel, tell tbe court how it happened."

Well, we are in tbe habit of passin' okes together. Yesterday Mr. Schimmerbafer came runnin'into my place an' said he had a new joke. I said what waif it? He said it was anew thing he tad on Hickenlooper'a name. I said, told on, Schimmerbafer, till I come op close ao I can hear it good. So I went up to him, Your Honor, like nothin' was goin' to happen, an' when I got close enough, I pasted him one right on tbe

if"Justifiable asaault and battery," said the court, **and it's a pity you didn't cripple him for llfo. Call the next case."

CCRRAJJ was once challenged by at »poeed to be When tl

a bar­

rister named Burrowea, aup incurable decline. When they urran'a second came to him and a*id|"The second of your antagonist re quern, as his principal is in a very feeble condition, that he may be allowed to lean against the mile stone where he idiog during tbe exchanges of

is stanc ahota." Centainly," said Carran with a twinkle of an eye. "provided I am al lowed to., lean against the next, mile 9tome»

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WILLIS'S DESCRIPTIONS OF TOM MOORS AND DISRAELI.'* Editor's Kaay Chair. In Harper'a Magaslhe for August. "'Mr. Moore,' cried the footman at the bottom of the atalrcaae 'Mr. Moore.' cried tbe footman at the top and wltn hia glass at bla eye, stumbling over an ottoman, between his near-sightedness aud the darkness of the room, enter the poet. Half a glanoe tells you that be Is at home on a carpet. Sliding bis little feet up to Lady Blessing ton (of whom be waa a lover when she was sixteen, and to whom some of the sweetest of bis songs were written), be made his compliments with a gayety and an ease combined with a kiud ot worshipping deference that waa worthy of a prime minister at the court of love. With tbe gentlemen, all of whom be knew, he bad tbe frank, merry manner of a con fident favorite, and he was greeted like one. He went from one to tbe other, straining back his head to look up at them, (for, singularly enough, every gentleman in the room was six feet high and upward), and to every one of tbem he said something which from anyone else would have seemed peculiarly felicit /Us, but which fell from his lips as if his breath were not more spontaneous.1'

This is Willis's description of Moore in his audacious "Penclllings by tbe Way," forty years ago. They were the first and most brilliant instances of modern "society" reporting, gratify.ing tbe love of gossip and a national in terest in tbe personality of distinguished people. Yet the sanctity of private life is so great in England that these free and easy crayons of authors and politi cians in the drawing room were warm ly resented, and Thackeray has left the resentment on record. Now, however that most of that fine society is gone with its reporter, his sketches are very .ife like and amusing. There is an air of intense worldliness in the literary life he describes, a graceful insincerity, as if all its figures lived only for sensa tion and flattery and applause and it is easy to fancy Corlyle breaking in upon its dandyisms and flippancies, like John Knox upon the perfumed courtiers of Queen Mary, with his "Thus saith the Lord." There is a great deal in the journal about "Disraeli the younger"— the Lord Beaconsfield of to-day—and it is curious to compare tbe Prime Minister with the exquisite of Park Lane, "Disraeli had arrived before me, and sat in the deep window looking out upon Hyde Park, with the last rays of daylight reflected from tbe gorgeous gold flowers of a splendidly embroidered waistcoat. Patent leather pumps, white stick with a black cord and tassel, and a quantity of chains about bis neck and pockets, served to make bim, even in the dim light, rather a conspicuous object." He was lividly pale, and seemed to be a victim to consumption except for his energy of action anc strength of lungs. His hair is described as extraordinary as his taste in waistcoats. "A thick heavy mas^of jet black ringlets falls over bit* lett cheek almost to his collarless stook, while on the right temple it is parted and put away with tbe smooth carefulness ol a girl's, and shines most unctuously T7 'With thy incomparable oil, Macad&ur, To Carlyle, who bad not yet made himself known, and to whose grim humor and melancholy sincerity even Walter Scott was not earnest enough, such a literary being as this must have been as "unspeakable" as the minister of later years. Willis says that he might as well try to gather up the foam of the sea as to convey an idea of Disraeli's extraordinary language in describing Beckford. He addq that Disraeli "talks like a race horse," and that it is a great pity he is not in Parliament.

WHITE RACE IN SOUTH -mi AFRICA. .4 $ pinto, the Portugese Explorer. I here made one of the most curious discoveries of my journey. I one day noticed that one of the carriers was a white man. He belonged to a race entirely unknown up to the present day. A great white people exists in South Africa. Their name is Cassequer they are wniter than the Caucasians, and in place of hair have their heads covered with dmall tufts of wool. Their cbeek bones 1 are prominent, their eyes like those of tbe Chinese. The men are extremely robust. When tbey discharge an arrow at an elephant', the shaft is completely buried in tbe animal's body. Tbey l^ve on roots and the chase, and it isonly when these supplies fail tbem that they hold any relations with the neighboring races, tbe Ambuelas, from whom tbey obtain food In exobange for ivory. The Cassequeres are an entirely nomadic race and never sleep two nights in the .same encampent. Tbey are the only people in Africa that do not^oobk their food in pots. They wander, about in groups of lrom four to six families, over all the territory lying between the Cacbi and .the Cubango. Cassequeres witb the negroes of other races sprang those mulattoes of the south whpm the English call busbmen. Tbe latter are, however, better off than the Caftsequers and use pots in cooking their food, while their dispositions are good, though quite opposed to civilization.

WATCH THE PRINCE CARRIED Paris Letter. Among the articles tak'en from tbe dead prince'a body by the Zulu slayers was his Watch—an historical relic. It waa a common one which Napoleon I. bought at Marseilles when he was a lieutenant of artillery, but which he never wonld part with, though it was a time-keeper not much superior to tbe watch of Cap'n Cuttle. He wore it all through his campaigns and on one occasion when Berthler commented upon its un trust worthiness, told tbe marshal, "What can you expect of a mere watch? Even we ourselves will run down some of these days." Napoleon wore it at St. Helena after his death it became tbe property of hLi nephew, who carried it during the expedition of Strasbourg and Boulogne, and never left wearing it from the day he became prince president. On tbe morning of bis departure for the seat of war in 1870 tbe emperor took it oat to observe the time and found that it had stopped, a fact which canned not a little talk among tbe superstitious members of the imperial staff and household. At Napoleon IIL's death tbe empress gave it to her son, who wore it constantly. It is now in what Zuln kraal

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A DRCKKK» man was swaying on* steadily in a Virginia City street, according to tbe Chronicle, when a dog witb a tin pan tied to its tail ran between his legs. Tbe collision was so forcible that tbe man was upset, and tbe dog ran on minus apiece of its tail. The man got up bewildered, rubbed the braised end of his spinal column, picked op the dog's tail, and thus soliloquised: "This is (hie) unfortunate! Never before koowed or suspected I had sich a thing as a tail till I go as' fall down an' bieak It oft Might made a (hie) fortune 'ttbltin' myself as man with tail. Tbere'd bin miUiotui in it, millions (hlc) in it! Jis my luck. Whenever I get a good thing it's always gone before i(hic) find it o«t."

LIFELS MEXICO.

HOW THEY TRIED A MAN POB MUR DEB AND HOW HE WAS EXECUTED.

San Antonio Free Press.

Not long since a young man belonging to a prominent family in the city of Consola, in Mexico was murdered, and hia murderer, a man by the name of Pacbeoo, waa arrested. A traveler who bappeneid to be in the city at the time of tbe trial and execution, gives tbe follow ing description of those occurrences, The court consisted of tbe judge alone, who swung himself lazily in a hammock Tbe accused sat unconcernedly at small table, and, like the judge, smoked a cigar. On tbe table was a small cup containing a few live coals, at which to light tbe cigars, and the two soldiers composing tbe guard, witb their mus keta, sat on tbe ground. Tbe soldiers also puffed away at their cigars. "Since tbe government has a monopo iy of the tobacco trade, the tobacco we get is abominable," remarked tbe judge to tbe accused, as he lit afresh cigar. "That's so," responded the prisoner, "but there are courageous men in the mountains who are not afraid to swap lead with the custom bouse guard. Try one of these, judge, and be convinced that good cigars can be brought into tbe country." And the prisoner pushed a package of cigars toward the judge.

The judge took one of the cigars, throw bis own away, and lit one of those tendered him by tbe prisoner. Heap peared to like it, and asked the prisoner to recommend him to some reliable smuggler from whom he could obtain such an excellent article. Pacbeco promised to do so, and tbe trial began. "But tell me, by the way, why did you murder Antonio?" asked the judge critically examining tbe cigars, "I really don't know I bad a spite at the fellow," answered the prisoner, indifferently. "That is certainly a good excuse, bat it does not cover this case. By tbe way, how much does your friend ask for this brand of cigars by tbe thousand?"

The trial was kept up in this style for about a half an hour, and the decision was that Pacheoo should be shot vithin forty-eight hours. The judge wanted to draw up the proceedings in due form but the ink had dried ap in theinkstancl and there was no paper handy so tbe two soldiers were sworn as witnesses to tbe proceedings.

On tbe day of the execution the entire military force, insisting of six men, were out of town guarding a silver transport, and three men had to be bunted up to shoot Pacbeco. It took some trouble to find tbem, although four reals were offered. Tbe best shot in town was an Indian, but he refused to assist unless he got six reals. Pa checo was a friend of his, and he refused to shoot a friend for less than six reals (75 ceuts). The prisoner was bound to a large cross, kept for that purpose, and tbe three men with their guns were drawn up in front of him. When the signal to fire was given only one shot fell, and that did not hurt the doomed man at all, as the ball struok the cross about five inches over his head. "I've got the range now, and will fetch him next time, may be," remarked tbe soldier, reloading. Several more shots were fired, but none with fatal re suits. The Indian was there too, with his gun on bis arm, but merely as a spec tator in Vienna. He, however, turned to the judge and observed, "That's the kind of shooting you get for four reals Give me six reals and I'll close up the proceedings."

The judge thought it below bis digni ty to consider tbe proposition, so tbe

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firing was kept up without any result except to torture the unfortunate victim, who at last appealed to the Indian: "Friend put an end to me." "I would do so cheerfully," responded tbe Indian, "but I want six reals, and tbev refuse to let me have tbem." "Don't let that distress you. Shoot me, and take the money you find in my pockets." "Have you got six reals concealed on your person?,' inquired the Indian, examining his gun.

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Yes, I have a piaster in my clothes, but hurry up, for I feel like I was in hell already." "Poor friend," responded the Indian, 'what do you let those ellows tire at you for half an hour for, if you had all that wealth?" and bring ing down his gun be fired, and Pacheco fell dead with a a bullet between bis eyes.

As soon as be fired the Indian ran up to the body and began to explore its pockets. ."Only two reals, a few cigars, kn& a worn deck of cards," exclaimed tbe Indian, holding up the articles. "Pacbeco, I did not expect such treatment of yon —to lie to me that way so soon before your death."

There was not a. dry eye in the crowd

A PLEA FOR SMOKING HUSBANDS. A lady writes as follows to a Western jwspaper "Make a home a home, and make It one in every sense of tbe word. My husband is a great smolfer be loves to play cerds, dominoes ana cheek he ia at liberty to smoke in any room In tbe bouse, and I am always ready and willing to join bim in the different games. I endeavored in evcr^ way to be not only a helpmate, but a companion to bim, and the result has been that I have and enjoy bis society. I cannot understand why women will run tbe risk of losing tbeir husband's society and love merely for tbe sake of ttifying an over fastidious taste. II they, do not like tobacco, did they object his using It during the days of oourtebip? Ana if tbey objected then and failed, why did tbey 'marry? If men will not give up such habits at the solicitations of tbeir sweethearts, It* Is not likely they will be persuaded out of tbem by their wives therefore I think it unwise for a woman to risk ber happiness by quarreling witb her husband aver a fault tbe existence and extent ol which she knew and perfectly understood qefore she took upon herself the dtities of a wife."

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MR. A. KIETER—During the fall of last year I took the ague so prevalent in this country. I at once put my*clf under the treatment of my family pbysicSau, whogave me tbe usual remedy, quinine and clnohonldla. He had no difficulty iu breaking the ague, but it returned again and again, and 1 became so discouraged as almost to lose oil hope of a permanent cure Having paid not lens than 37d for doctor's bill and medicines, It looked hopeless, but at tbe suggestion of Mr. N. G. Hanold I tried your i'araxme and two bottles did the work so completely that I have had no chills since, aud I am in perfect health.

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The ship Mystic Belle, Capt. W. "*l Davis, which arrived here last Saturday, brought the body of Mrs. Georgedark, wife of Capt. George Clark of tbe ship George Pea body of this city, who died on a voyage from New York to Caliao. Mrs. Clark sailed from New York in company with ber husband on tbe, Peabody last tell, and at the time expressed tbe opinion that she wonld never reach port alive. She was so convinoed of this, that she took with her apparatus and chemicals for embalming her body after deatb. not desiringing to be buried at sea. She died when SO days out, and her husband, in accordance with her request, partially embalmed the body, which was kept in the cabin nntil tbe arrival at Caliao. The body was then temporarily interred and sent bome by the Mystic Belle. It was last night forwarded by rail to Winterport» Me., where she resided.

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