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About The Eugene City guard. (Eugene City, Or.) 1870-1899 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 20, 1883)
r a iunmss Mommo. T ' A'. leimih thj yt'lowlug tut grow barred with pink Tba outment fluthrd end cluttered to i brecM, ILe fokioul.1.) were illri In In ib Ueei. Thee.iu'l rim f e above a (o)du brlpk, 1 heard (In erkiul eiml'e iiuatug eiluk Aer. .tns inrji: iheiiln betm tn I""-. 1 w.bued litr; by dratee Whatdreaia u fcer.T Her fjild book "Anl"h''u Iba bright eiei oatd. icaril and Bhi Mi'itwd I i" wbM ' Ploul V.'il'l! U"l frik iniuo: lliun l "ill foil. Him bild me wni i Kl i tim'-l of tu jftrj Hal wulrtKredof will lure; ud m I. lru. II. ' Aili to leiid the morning frKr"C. Sue ro-o nd ujeutd iu bumi': ioiiod IDe mi. Ukudr ninf.uubloo fl.-ln eai fa'rnur!, Tbe d-w tell glut' rtni fr.m ire Jwrolne in- ttbe lurairt mi'l ailld aud kld "-r ' An. lut wild re wb'ieo Mai. half unfurl. Or rr-my ti buJ veiutd with mother of- lllbun,vbtathao('T Ab wht 10 fair a ht? Kt M -ni iir.if-n..t M irn wllh all biy II ' Ibougu f.cbactua row of baj aud meadow And dVad iba Klt.t lay ud Ilia bright limbed ucero.t i-:i.l. rcd n u".d-ta)d uy.oic Iber mujil.vw.ugpir:w.i3lrein'iloui bands but i r tin ro! .He: luid of Morulng'a ruddy cuilau! Tiuti luu arm. Beu-n'ii .heHveli-atdrcatn there coll a fear, . Ui uikui (Miui the wbu iy r mtmorlti B,r' ntrgtuiwerael all-fir)ratful bow L)? u.mracd Hum u-te. aa Cilia uoy abuua and C.I !. "Sort ! halb mde me old. uiy dt! 'In I Ind-fd, b'll grief doth cbauga ttie brow A lufd like uilou a wrapb'a Duct m ght b"., Villi I. u uilua would bUuco au aui ba.r. Ob, flii'a I M, I w th'awect llpltnoTt! I aaw ibv lore ml.u ihkkenlng In ber eyca I betid a oi(l:i uielndy ut I ve L,ik murmur of ilreiintm bn)k in t aradiao; And wbvu uoou my ueca h Mi. my Cum, -1 ia luu cunt, though luavy of ainereV.n t'l'. Theodore Watlt, In Alheivum. AX IDLE WOUI). "Vtirv vrull. boliovo what you obooso. I aLall nover tull you I love you again, it 7011 go down on your kuooj ana beg lor it." . A I'iile, gtorn-fituuil, BomowLnt eldorly man, with t breads of silver gloaming iu big brown curlri. a doubtful, uogitant, bulf nurcastio mouth, bonoutb tho nut brow u uiusluclie, 8aJ eyes, liatloBS unil wholly wcury in their exprosnicn; and tbe wnrld worn HttitnUo of ouo wUo ao coDtrf all that coincs. novor luriiriaod. Auilrow Carloton raiwl hiitoyoH to tho itoruif lluabod fuce oiiposito. luef ofUiiioJ in that look ua no othor mortul woman Ciiuld cuuae thmu to, bnt Lucio was too unirry to notice it. A round faced apple obookod morarl of wouiiinhood, with brown Hilkou liair, tondor, curacHt eyes, and a ripo, glowing moutli, iike a strawberry, lor six montijg she hud woru this uiibautbropi- oal, k'ioomy man butrothal riuir, and Klvoti to bis life a brighter tint thnu it una evor worn. As directly oiuiosito as tbe antipodes, the two in character uud deposition, and yot toiother they were very happy Thcra waa something so vivueious und hopeful, so sunny und ati'uctionntcly frank a -out his lluuceo, that Andrew Carleton's saddened, HiiHpieions heart, ao dooplv wounded years before, by an un woriliv wouiau that he had truly lovod, beat uigli with on ardor and joy that lurpnxuj hi in. llo was trying; he reasoned with him self (U'RimlnuiMy as lie went out, witu a dejected, crushiug air that out Lueio to the innermost deiitlts 01 inr loving heart. Firnr. only for a tuomeut, ho camn and stood busi.la her. "B.iiir with mo," he said slowly, "I told you what I was iu the beginning," and liieu he wont out aud closed tno door. Poor Lucie. Her tears fell fust. "I have tried," she sobbed, "am I to blame?" Her thoughts went fast ovor the p.i,tt few weeks. True, she had grown up umo wuero h1ih was petted aud bi loved of many. Her merry cliattor, her octal outspoken oouitesy to nor old playmates was us uatural as the breath she drew, iov her life she ould not help dimpling und smiliug for all. Tuoro was Arnold Holmes, betrothed, it was true, to her dearest friend, who was lounging in a low chair, aud chat' ting over a paper of caramels, when Andrew came 111, with all tho fioedoui of an old friend. There was brown eyed Nick Uszelton, who had drawn her to school ou lus sled years sines, and shared his apples and sleigh rides with her all her life. Thero was a host of col logo boys who always bowed, aud laughed, and familiarly hhouted from inimediato nooks when she walked down to tho dusty little postollke in their diminutive village. There was hand some young Doctor Courtright, who never failed to smilo and say, "How ere you, Lu?" when thoy met. Iu vain Lueio had oxplaiued to Andrew just how it was. His brow would grow stormy and dark, his heart would sink, and be would repeat the doubtful, half suspicions, wholly unjust words, "I don't behevo, Lucio, that you love mo." Hot words r j rely sprung to Lucie's lips ut this; at least, they found no utter auco, though a quick, st jrmy, impetuous temper, prone to Hash oat and vsut itself in passionate say ings, was, as is common, the almost invariable accompanying trait of a rarely sweet and tender, loving aud faithful heart, and a eliugiug, sensitive spirit. How patieut she was, had been, here ef lato, since sho had grown to pity tho dark spirit that held possession of her promised husband! At first she had tor tured h m witn her merry capricious ncss, but when at last she saw how he really suffered, tender womanhood tri umphed. She sought by every loving wile to banish bis gloom, to let the sun shine of her affeotiou in upon bis sad dened soul. She oonqnered. There were times when he would boll ber passionately to his breast and rain tempestuous kisses pon ber f see. "Oh, my little love," be would cry, "my good angel, I love yon so. Tell ma again that, gloomy, old, 1 morose and unworthy as I am, you do love me. Tell me, my precious, precious darling." And Lucie would tell him. There were hours when he would come close to her side, and plead "Uold my Lead littls one. Let me read your pure ryes. Kiss mo of roar own free-will. Oh, Lucie, yon hs've nitde heaven in my heart, for yon uave given 10 me my iosi iauu in no inanity in woman." Cot, liaghlng, Tivacious Lucie, who bad all her happy life been care free, heart whole, wonld hok down into the the shadowed fyes, only a greot longing to comfort, thi woild tossed spirit pos-se-sing her. Every otora of shyness, all diffidence and tremor, every trace of de sire to bewilder him with contradictory willfulness, would be forgotum. Her ha-id would caress the fast whitoning hesd, her light kiss wonld fall like a ben ediction npon bis cyelidf, reverently, and she would stand rosy and confused a moment later under his lavish caresnts. lint these were moods. Transient but very bitter were the hours iu which he believed no one; when every smile she bestjwed or received was lashing his soul as the sting of a multitude of tcor pious. Poor Lucio, sho tried to be patient, but she was so tired of suspicions, her quick temper flamed up this Jay when he Kaid ssJlr. "Pin afraid I was wrong, Lucio." "WhyV" sho flashed; for a half hour sho labored to know the causo of his gloom. "Because I could no longer exnectyou to lovo me a I love you." Hi's doubtful, weary hoeituting tono roused overy utom of her hot, rebellious spirit; liko a lightning's flash the open ing words rose to her lips, exasperated, suspected, humiliated, stung to tho quick hurt at the injnstico ofter such loyal tenderness on her part, her ready tears almost falling, as sho spoke: "I don't care," sho sobbed, as face downward on the sofa sho lay and wept till every fibre of hor tender littlo body ached with saducss aud fatigue. "I'll never try ugain." she resolved, "ho ought to know Oh! he wrongs me so. But ho'll como soon, to-morrow, per haps," she decided, as sho braided her satin-smooth locke before the glans that night in her own room, and thougLt, with an unsatitfled ache in her hcutt, of the sod face that went aw y from her, the pale lips that took no farewell kiss from her own 0 balm for tboir life lono lineBS, tho dark, saddened eyes that even now seemed to Uok with reproachful wistfulneH at her. "Dear fellow," sho sighed, "I can't help bnt lovo him, though ho is so trying. I was not pa tient enough ; but" A roey flush dyed the fair face; tho eyes softened marvol ously, sho was thiuking her soliloquy was too sucred even to bo spoken of how Bhe would steal food arms about his neck, and how her first kiss wonld dis arm his brooding jealousy and bring that rare, half-sad smile to his lips. Dys passed, no signs of Androw Carl eton; like a shadow he hud vanished. Two months, three, and winter, with its storms, with its merry round of pleas ure, was once more with tho young peo ple of Marshalltown, aud right royally they feasted aud fetod the wayward monarch. Repentant, Rorrowful Lucie, with at times a wounded, indignant sparkle in tho soft eyes, aud a snrprino quiver to tho white lips that hurt you, went her way one of tho gay eirolo, ever incom plete without her bright face. There was a discordant chord in the rippling laugh, ngrovity ovor the hither to happy countenance und ulways tbe si lent, seoret fooling of injustice; of grati tude for purest hindness; hardest of all heart burdens to bear, and the haunting remembrance of the siul fucn ob it looked at her for tho last tiruo.whon sometimes, despite herself, her whole womanly heart cried out for the man who hud seemingly ho basely returned her kindness. Wheu her tears rose unbidden aud her soul clamored for tho sheltering heart aud arms that hud po ctieriuhed her,so valued hor every gift of love aud loyalty, "for I do know ho lovod mo, for tho time," reasoned Lucie, choking back hor teurs aud tryiug to forgot, "but why" theu her eyes would wauder to tho coatly ring that sho hud twice tried to remove, and her faeo would nguiu resume its troubled look of wonder and eaddeuod ques tioning. "I ill take it oil' now."' Lucie wan preparing for May Harrington's birth night party. Her evening dross was of pule nun's veiling, white, rare, yellow luce, ltoman pearls worn high about tbe slender white neck, tho dainty feet in their pink silk stockiugs and whito slip pers, blush roses clustered iu the low corsage aud belt, nud low iu the Grecian knotted hair with its careless rings on tbe whito forehead, and a penrl bandeau and comb on the small, graceful head "I do look well," sho sighed, tuiniuc nway from tho mirror. "Colonel btrat ton will ba proud. Oh, Audrow, if it wore you, dear: how could you be so cruel She picked up tho long white kids as she spoke and passed dowu stairs. "I will wait below," she mused; button them shall 1? ' She laid her hand upon the diamond betrothal ring that had nover left her finger, but a vision of a placa transformed with its own joy rose before her. A remembrance sw pt over her of the passionate ai ms that drew her into a close embrace and a pair of eager lips reeking her own, u voice whisper iuir. "Don't, darling, don't hido your sweet lips; 1 love them so, let mo buy my soul's peace with kisses, my ownlirom- ised." Tho memory was too tender; quick tears blinded tier eyes. "I will l ,..1 . :.. i, .i.,; t.i "ir ..'.,. 1 UOl lUM? IV U, DilU Ul'VMOUt J I U I'lllUVU it there; false or true, let it remain;" A gentleman, Miss Lucie, below to see you. 1110 now servaut urougnt up the message. "Colonel Strattou. I will go down. Bring my white rubber overshoes into tho hall, Alary," directed liuoie, and weut down the stairs with her society smile ou her lips, a bitter ache in hrr heart. A tall man. whits as death could evor make him, rose from the depths of an easv chair and came forward. "Lucie," he said. Only a word, but with a wild sob, she sprang forward. "Andrew," sue said. un, Anurewi "Btdovod." ho said, faiutly, "forgive one w ho bos no cUia ca jcu: sscr.i fa vor, but his great love. I wronged yon, love. I tried to punish wyself by stay ing, but I could not; I came to you to -die." Fainter and more feeble his voice grew, a crimson sum uyeu ins npi slightly; he staggered, and bnt for her, wonld uave fallen, fine guinea nis weak steps to a low lonnte, aud called Iter father and mother, who bent over him and administered restoratives while Lucie went in to receive Colonel Htratton. "None can refuse". Miss Luoie. be said, bowing oourteously over her ex planation. "My regrvts, my sympathy, and adieu, dear young lady," and the el derly soldier in epaulettes was shown out. "Darling, my Lucie;" weak as he was Andrew Carletoo would have risen, but Lucie curae hurriedly forward and gen tly put him back on hi pillows. "So, no," sho said, with tcsrful, tender eyes, "mind me, Andrew, for ym must get well; I Caunot spare ynu yet." "You do forgive mt, sweet?" his arm tightening about the blender figure kneeling by him. "Oh, I knew you would," he Mid, kissing the tears from the overflowing ?ycs. "And you'll tell mo darling," (as Lucio'a beseeching lips wore laid on his own), "I don't deserve it, but I'm sure you will what you said you never would," he explained to the questioning face on his brjust. "T hen i lovo you, dear." she cried, passionately, flinging her arms about lus neck, "it Was an idto word, uu, Andrew, more than my lifo, I lovo you I love you! "Lucio, come bero, darling." Lucio Curleton, five years a happy wife, looks in, stops iu from the balcony, this bright June morning to answer a voica so joyous thut you conld not re-cogniz-i Audiew Carleton'a. His face, pallid, though it is, is happy and cheer ful. "I want you to recall your promise of five years uuo to-day." "Never to tell you I love you?" Lucie takes up the thin hand, looks at it aud sichs. pats fond, curessing hands on tho white cheeks, and with a bubbling laugh cries, "uo sir well-" with two or three capricions little caresses, as she is held fast by a detaining hand "per haps a very little. A (bat Wllh a Wooden Boiler, Some tinio ago it was announced that a machinest of an eastern city named Jos. autcliffe was engaged in tho construc tion of a steamboat boiler from an ordi nary alo cask. At the time it was men tioned the boiler was not quite com pie ted, but since then it has been launched and te-ted, and bus stood a considerable pressnre of steam to the square inch. The woodtin bgilcttwas buil to supply a two horse power rotary eugine and was to be plaojd ou a sixteen foot boat, rue boiler was made from an ale cask, and very little change has taken placo in its exterior. On tho inside of the barrel has boon placed a fire-box, whioh ex tends down into tbo cask; this has been fitted with tubes placed hori zontally and vertically to hold the water. In other boilers the water is outside of the tubes. The fire box is supplied with fuel from tbe top draught being supplied thorough a tubo from below. This nnique boiler has been fairly tested, aud is pronounced a success for tbe purpose for which it was constructed. The engine is a two-horse power rotary, and was also built by Mr. Sutelitte. This novel vessel is a twin sorew pro peller, the screw buing ten inches in diameter. Tho vessel is not only pro pelled but is steered by theso screws, which act like tho toil of a filth. A trial was in ado n few days after it was luunched with five persons, aud tho boat proceeded abont a quarter of a mile up tho river. It was tnen thought best not to proceed auy further, as it was found the cugiuo was not iu a direct line with the propeller shaft, which caused con siderable friction. This trouble has tinco been rem el d and tho engine and boilor aro workiug very successfully, aud trips ure inado with tho boat up tbe river overy afternoon. The wooden boiler boat, as it has become known and ppoken of ou tho river, is the oynosure of all eyes, as it passes up and dowu tho stream. Sirs. I'uate and Daughter. Tho Sunday Herald says Mrs. Kate Chase, formerly Spragua, is at Corlsbad, Bohemia. She will winter in Germany, probably at Munich, aud continue the art studies of her oldest daughter, Ethel, inherits her mother's bouuty and the artistic talents of .Mrs. Jesse C'baso Hoyt, her mint, who is uno of the cleverest artists in America in her particular lino, which is sketching for pictorial journals. Thero hai been an impression abroad that Mrs. Chase was somewhat pecuniarily embarrassed. This is au error. While Bhe has not the immense fortune it was expected she would re ceive from her hnsband's father's estate, she has $100,000 which Mrs. Fannie Sprague, the governor's mother, gave her on ber marriagn. This sum was tier's absolutely and carefully invested for her by Hon. Hiram Barney, who brought Miss Chaso aud Senator Spraguo together aud really made the match. Besides this she has some other money, amount ing to perhaps $40,000, wheu her father gave her $100,000 more in Uuited States bonds at his deuth, and the old Chase mansion in this city whioh is now a boarding house. So that while Mrs. Chase is not wealthy she is by no means poor, and being a clever womau at busi ness, will eke out her income and mako it go much further than most people could. Cincinnati Inquirer. The following is a very cheap and ex cellent paint for farm buildings, forming a hard surface, and, as ita hardness in creases by time, it is fur more durable than paint: Take freshly naburned un slacked lime aud reduce it to porder. To cue peck or ono bushel of this add the same quantity of fine white sand or flue coal ashes, and twice as much fresh wood ashes, all these beinj sifted through a flue sieve. They should then be thoroughly mixed together while dry. Afterward mix them with as much com mon linseed oil as will make tho whole thin cnoagh to work freely with a paint er's brush. This will mako a point of light gray stone color nearly white. To make it fawn or drab add yellow ochre and Indian ml; if drab is desired add burnt umber, Indian red and a little lamp black, or if brown stone, then add Spanish brown. All these colors should of course, be first mixed in oil and then added. This paint is very much cheaper than oommon oil paint. It is equally well suited to wood, brick or stone. It is bettor to apply it in two coats the first thin, the second thick. At the dedication of the Princess Alice Memorial Hospital at London recently, the Princess of Wales wore the plainest dress of any of the ladies present. It was whito cambric, without trimming and shs wore no jewelry. Singnlar it mv um in!k.utv ilnwAil ft .liannm -J , x. .-r , lion to turn up her nose at her, though. The Yigllaulc la the Early History of .Xerado. The early history of California and Nevada was filled with tragic doeds. Prom the spring of IHM until long aftor the Washoo excitomont tho entire Pacific coast ncr'b of Lower California was filled with wild and advenurous spirits, all searching aftergold. Every mining camp of any note had its ronghs, all well armed, well drilled in the use of weap ons and as reckless of life as any bandit who ever cut a throat. These dare dev ils were often employed by mining com panies to drive off miners and hold min ing property, in order tove tho trouble of appealing to tbe courts to adjust tboir difficulties. , , The writer arrived in the wihlmining town of Aurora. Nev., in the spring of 1852, when the Wide West and Keal del Monte miuos were at war over supposed valuable mining ground. Each company, acting upon thecluim that might is right imported from Washoo a lot of tho most villainous and reckless rorghs to be found in Nevada. Alter a number of fights between tho two factions employed by tho Wide West owners on the one side and the lteal del Monto on the other, tho adjustment of tho disputed grouud was dually left to the courts, and the roughs being thrown out of employ ment in their legitimate business of throat cutting, went to work at a trade which, one of them said, wonld pay bet terhighway robbery. After robbing a number of persons, fonr of the worst vil lians murdered and robbed, in tho publio streets of Aurora.a kiud hearted old man by the name of Johnson, who had fed them in his hotel without receiving any pay. The names of tho fonr murderers wore Mosterson, Daily, Buckley, and Threo Fingored Jack. The fnr assassins, after doing their work, left town, each heavily armed. Tho sheriff, Mr. Francis, with about ten picked men, well nrmcd, started in hot pursuit. Tbe cut throats were overtaken the second day out.abont twonty miles south of Mono lake, Inyo county, iu the lava beds of that volcanic oountry. They were surrounded and ca3tnred without a shot being fired. Sheriff Franciu, ouo of the bravest and ooolest men in Nevada, was asked tho next day, whon ho brought his prisoners iu town heavily ironed: "How did you do it?" Ho answered in his quiet way: "We had the drop on them. They knew we were thar; and, when wo oov ered 'cm with ten Sharp's rifles, I said: "Boys, throw up your hands,' and they did it qoick as lightning. When I was putting the hand cuffs on Three-fingered Jack, he laughed and said: 'Francis, old man, ye did it d d quick.' " Tho following day a vigilance commit tee of about seven hundred men was or ganized, well armed and ready for work. A largo, solid scaffold was hastily erected on the hill si do above tho jail where tho murderers were confined. Promptly at twelve o'clock on the fourth day after the murder, a little band of about thirty picked men from the vigilantes, all armed with repeating rifles, headed by Captain Palmer, commander of tho vigilunte forces, with a twelve pounder loaded with grape ana scrap iron, marched down in front of tho jail door. Sheriff Francis, cool aud deliberate, with about half a dozen picked deputies each armed with a Sharp's rifle, stood in front of the jail door. Captaiu Palmer, as he drew up his little furco iu front, said, as he raised his hat: "Sheriff Francis, I demand from you four murderers, whom you hold as pris oners." "By what authority do you claim theso men?" naked Sheriff Francis. Captain Palmer, in a clear voice, which rang out loudly, answered: "Iu the name of the vigilantes." "Then, by the authority in me vested as sheriff of this county, I refuse to give thorn up," quietly but firmly answered Sheriff Franois. Captain Palmer deliberately drew his watch from his pocket, and looking steadily st the minute hand, said: "Mr. Sheriff, I will give you just five minutes to retire from the front of that jail with your deputies; if you Btand there one second over five minutes I will blow you, your deputies, and tho front ot the jail to destruction." Ho hold tho watch steadily iu one baud and with the other lighted a fuse and held it over the cannon. For about four minutes it was still as death not a man on either side moved. Palmer and Frau ds stood facing each other about ten feet apart; their faces were whito ns marblo but not a muscle moved. Both men wero giants in stature, and bravo as lions. ' But the sacrifice of ono of those lives for tho four cut throats was too much, and Francis waved his baud and his deputies stood to ono side, and he walked up to Captain Palmer and handed him Lis rifle. After the sheriff and his deputils were put un der guard, the four murderers were taken from their cells and led upon the scaffold. They were blindfolded, and a noose hastily placed around their necks. Mas terson stood on the left, a large, power ful man, about forty years old; next to him, ou the right, stood Daily, a man of medium size, about thirty years old a miserable wretch, who stated in jail just before he was hanged that he had killed two persons besides Johnson, and one of them was a child. Three fingered Jack stood on Daily's right; he was a man of small stature, about thirty-five years old, dark complexion, and black, piercing eyes. He looked truly tho bandit that he was. Puckley stood on the extreme right; he was a small, slender yonth of about twenty years. He asked to have the bandage taken from his eyos. It was done, and he wrote a few words to his mother, and, handing it to a friend, said, with a smile to the executioner: "Now I am ready; you can cut the rope." Masterson and Bnckloy died bravely; but Daily aud Three fingered Jack died like cowardly curs. Both at tempted sui cide on the scaffold. Daily swallowed arsenic, while Three-fingered Jack sud denly drew a derringer pistol from his boot-leg, and, putting it to bis head, drew the trigger. But it snapped. He threw it on the scaffold, and uttered a wild cry, saying: "I must die like a dog!" In less than an hour after the four men were taken from their cells, over six hundred men armed with repeating rifles surrounded tbe sallows in close or der, to prevent any attempted rescue of the prisoners, a it was said a 1 trgo force of roughs wero coming from Wuahoe to save the culprits. Captain Palmer gave tho signal to the four exooutioners by waving bis sword. At that signal a guu was fired on the opposite hill, and the fonr murderers were launched into eternity. A. C. M. in Argonaut. c1im1 Suffrage. The women of this city are getting thoroughly waked up on tbe question of school suffrage, iu conscquouce of the action of the school committee compell ing tbe closing of several schools to ena ble the proprietors of somo liquor shops to carry on or continue their business iu accordanco with the legislative law of a year ago that provides that no saloon shall bo licensed within 400 feet of a school houre. There has been a sharp contest in regard to the matter, and the final outcome is that the schools have been removed aud the rumscllrrs tri umph. And this sort of thing in Boston. Shades of the past! Whcro every pnblio choolboyaud girl are made to wear a temperanoe medal, and the licensing of tho sale of liqnor was deemed a crime! Tho legislalure having graciously per mitted that a wifo may be buried- that is to say, that "a wife is entitled' to a right of interment for her own body in any burial lot, a tomb of which ber hus band was scizod at any time during cov cture, and suoh right shall be exempt from the laws of conveyance, descent and devise" a right accorded to women af ter she is dead, the women, with Lncy Store, Mrs. Mary Livcrmore and other workers are now working for a registra tion of tho women of the city for school election. - Had a few more women boon elected to the school committee at the late election, a school bord would have been retained that would have declared that the rum shops instead of the schools most go. Tbe women of tho city now have the making of tbe next school board in their hands, and npon them rests tho responsibility for the right training of the children, of whom somo 60,000 now attend tbe publio schools. But it is strange that tho women of Boston, after clamoring so long and so loud upon the subject, should fail to co-operato in the matter now that they have the right to vote, after conforming with tho law on tho subject the payment of a tax on real estate or a poll tax of fifty cents. Apropos, the women have entered tbo stato campaign with a good deal of feel ing. They find that Mr. Robinson, the republican candidate, is opposed to woman's sufftago, he having voted sgainBt it when a stato senator, and that Governor Butlor is in favor of the measure. Alniy, the prohibitory candidato, is also in savor of tbe measure. At tho present time more than half tho people of the stuto are disfranchised. At least, tho domiuaut party lias turned jts back upon the "royal womeu of Massachusetts." Boston Cor. S. F. Call. A Lost Sweetheart. An iuteresting romance, to which his untimely death forms a tragic conclusion was connected with Robt. G. Fly, who was shot and kiiled at II 11 u do city, Texas. Us was a sou of a wealthy mine owner, Major Fly. At San Aiitonio, Texas, young Fly fell in love with Miss Ord, tho daughter of tho lato General Ord, and they became engaged to be married. Bnt General Ord sent his daughter to enter the post graduate clas3 at tho Georgetown convent. When this season of probation drew to acksj, as ho imagined, young Fly came to this city, impatient to claim his brido. Upon his arrival every one was struck with his manly figure. He was tall aud hand some and possessed a dashing uir, which, though a little nonchalant from his south ern and wostern tiainicg, rendered him imraensoly popular. He was doomed to a bitter disappoint ment, however. A sorrow awaited him which overcast the rest of his life and indirectly led to his tragio fate. Imme diately upon reaching Washington ho went to, the convent in quest of the ob ject of his love, but he was informed that the young lady was not there. The sister superior told him that they had received letters addressed to Miss Ord, bnt that they had not seen her. Tho young man was renderod almost wild with anxiety; he was involved in a mys tery which he could not explain. He searched in every direction aud wrote let ters, bnt to no avail. After a few months spent restlessly iu the city he went buck to Texas, carrying with him a likeness of his last betrothed (a very beautiful young lady), whioh he woro in a locket about bis ueck. and which he probably never parted with deserving his life. In Texas his search ended. Miss Ord was there, but he found her at tho mar riage altar. She beoame the bride of tho Mexican General Trevine, and her discarded lover lost all desire to live. The Age of tho Heroin?. Has anybody noticed how much older the beroino is growing iu all novels? asks the Philadelphia Ledger. She used to be seventeen. H6 wouldn't look at her if she was a day older. Tbe story teller got them all through their diffi culties and slammed the church doors after them always by tho tinio sho was nineteen. Now we have taem in all styles up to thirty-eight. "Sho could count a proposal for every year other life." says a story of this summer, "and she was twenty-five." No longer "twenty-five, if she's a day!" The girl in her teens, except pointing a moral with Daisy Miller, appears to be unmanage able material. She is too crude. All the heros and heroines nowadays talk ao much? No very young creature conld manage it. Therefore, the beauties and the fasoinating, though plain girl who is what Mr. Howells calls "stylish," are all mature. Tbey have to be. Perhaps the Frenchman began it, when he took the womau of thirty as a study. Not that his is tho type. But it seems to be re quired by the men who write novels that tba single woman is no match for tbe married belles unless she have age on her side. Only diamond can cut dia mond. Heroines seem to be like pears; they must ba detached from th6ir cling iLg dependenco oa the stalk, their youth ful greenuess of surrounding, and laid aside, not in a drawer exactly, but somewhere out of romance to mellow. Then, when time is ripe, what a duchessel Once "lovely woman" used to be a peach and how delicately she blooms through all the early novelists. How young and tender and fair ahe showed. But then she had such a little time to bo r,, ablo in. She could not poLibilpre,etl that pronounced flavor tho favorh!qa lure. u8 now mo slight bitternej, 0V,7 half BkCDtlOal ami ll,. i .. ' .", f tU trnsly exhausted being, wuocan COnt lu yards, furlongs and leagnei3 zhug repartee. A quarter It . c ' ago he heroino did tot talk much - u JU tuugau io km her v you are not so sure about that ' v' until the latest page, nobody kl0' whether the twenty fiftu loyer win0,i the rose. Next year she will be tw" six. In five years more we aballi.'" her thirty one. Sho is tliirtr ,1 T ' now. if aba nor.,- ".""y:,.u'ti ring not the heroe's jome oth ! "J" Ab"iAiV8!,1U8iK-'orev!; uui iue aweui gin graduates. Wh , ' to become of them beforo thev teLl '.t romantic age? They cannot &1F I? Eiirono. For this lmvn Rilncutinn nnrlinnc? Tn mi .. "5 until the play begins. LotusturnrS .uic.j w.uvi ltUiu me suggestions tin tho writing women are trm;. and put their own present tutat intotu. Tdnra villi fhn fr,.nbn... i ,U tu i -- - ui lue tnmk stone. That will nnt l.nl,l m 0- ..... ; woAmeri. can men are furnishing thestanl.", and James" young women are advance, in years, every day. Sir Walter waa fin, fivo whon he set Alice Lee in Woodstock and fiftv two when ho pror.u 1 r . i ., . IMODIUM Croys. He gave us Lucy Ashton wh uo nagiuiij-ufiuvauu mo immortal fit becca: while Flora M W ' tali 11 ltDU Bradwardine were his children at fortT. fanr. Dili nnf. KhnknenAnA r.ii . - dolia at forty-one and Desdemoniati fdrtv-five? Bui ThanItBr ;.,... i I j m , . . J H'uM.-U lei rosebuds. The latest exception proYej iuo ruio. au tuut gooa story of the "Broad Winners," in tbs Century, the heroine, both heroines, are fresh froa school. Naturally there is a plot and movement, not the endless talking. Women of the World, Miss Kate C. Howe, of Cambridge, it said to be the most finished amateur act ress in New England. Miss Catharine L. Wolfe, the "Ameri can Baroness Burdett-Contts," is build ing a 500,000 residence at Newport. It is stated that certain gloves worn by Mme. Sari Bernhardt iu "Fedora" measures no loss than four and a halt feot in length. Miss Jane Cobden, a daughter of the hero of the corn law and free trade agi tation, is an active member of liberal clnb in London. Mrs. Cox, who is said to be a sister ot George W. Cablo, the novelist, is mak ing a reputation for herself in New Or leans as a painter of animals. Mrs. Georga Bancroft's health im proved greatly whilo at Newport this snmier. Sho had been ill formanj weeks before leaving Washington. Mrs. Isham Hornsby was lately at bet residence in Washington for a few davi, but has ugain gono to Rrockie, her late father's country place, to visit her mo thcr, Mrs. Jere. Black. Th 3 Queen of Denmark, mother ot the Princess of Wales is an accomplished painter, and has lately presented tbs lit tle village of Klitmoller, in Ju tla.Dtl.with an altar piece entirely executed with her own hands. Dr. Frank Hamilton says that at lead once a day girls should have their halten taken off and be turned loos like young colts. "Calisthenics may be very gen teel, and romping very nngenteel, but the former is tho shadow while tbe lattet is the substance of health-giving ex ercise. A Bear Fight. At an early honr ono morninir lately tho little village of Pownal, Vt., ai thrown into a panio by the appearance of a hugo black bear upon the main street. Mothers clutched their innocent babes to their bosoms and sprang through tho nearest doorway.pedestriani of all ages sought shelter in tbe same precipitate manner, and from second etory windows all along tho street brave men said "sio 'em" to every passing dog. The bear, meanwhile, had shown i placid countenunco but as soon ns he saw the dogs approaching he shook of his apathy, and likewiso the dogs, to their great discomfort and demoraliza tion. Then ambling slowly up the rail road track in tbe direction of North Pownal, ho loft behind him the din of the village street. But Porter E. Tlrnvn irifl. trtiutv riflfl. "faithful At vsmu a i aa ui j j j among tho faithless found," was on nu track, and bracing himself against i telegraph pole, fired. Tbe bullet found a vital point in the bear's anatomy aw he dropped dead. Brown was the hew of the day, and tho joyous populace were bearing him and tbe carcass of tM bear in triumph through the strc-ete, when suddenly the most awful impreca tions which ever reverberated turougn tbe Boosao valley fell upon their ear, and two Italians appeared upon tte scene. They were the owners oftM bear, and he was their only means 01 support. Ut ile of 1S46. Charles Humphrey has presented the Truckee Republican with a large sw gropeshot which was found at tbe bn yard on the Donner Lake road. It meaa ured seven inches and a half in cirenin ference and weighs about three Poon"; It was found bv Mr. Rabb about t feet from the surface and is considerawj eaten with rust. It is supposed to n been either shot or left there by le0'" Fremont in 18M. Johnny MeloncM also has a grapeshot which was lmow ded eight inches deep in a saw Glenbrook a few years ago. -p... known to have been shot there by i eral Fremont in 18-16. A r-"1 eKn Ca on the lake near what is now frown Rowland's station, and General Fremo to show tbe ladies bow bo could cut limbs eff the trees with tWS, a shot into the woods. Three 1 saws were ruined by them at the u brook mill. Persons with boys in the family shojlJ know that boys have a platform. anJ they always staud ou it .Ti "Seolding doesn't hurt, whipping ooe last long, kill they dar'sn't.-LJO"'" Courier journal. ' A acandal monger is notsimplj1 man who tells all he knows, but the who tells more than ha knows.