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A Journal for tbe People.
Devoted to the Intereais of Humaiiltj-.
Independent in Polities and Religion.
MIS. A. J. Dr.nr.ir, Kdllor and Proprietor
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Mlvo to all I-lve, Issues, and Thoroughly
Radical In Oprxwtnc and Exposing the Wrongs
ol the MMtes.
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POTITLAIVD , OKEGON, JTKIDVY, JULY 5, 187S.
ADVERTISEMENTS Inserted on "Reasonable
Fhkf. Si'BKulf, Free Pans, Free People.
COMTOSEn FOB TIIF. NINETY-SIXTH A2RS1VER-
MKV or AMKKICAN ISDEIXNIIEJJCE.
ColHraWo, lml I ! We proudly look to tliee.
Pair land of nroeref hoinc or liberty.
Grand 1 thy present greater yet shall he
The glortoo future of thy destiny.
Thou salved the doulit eoneernlnj: men and
Proved good by practice kings were useless
Hope htoomc fur all in thy proline zone.
'Whose humblest " iy rte unto the throne.
In thee may senilis talent, seieneo rise.
And Mtlve, untnniiiH-leU, for the cheiilml
In tliee InietllKence may plume her wing,
Nor creep nor crawl to any lesser thing;
In thee no eell of niou St. Bernard
Pri.ioiis tin wisdom of an Abelard;
No bigot hale awraroes to overthrow
The new-leuml truths of a Galileo;
No IlrechH! Arnold for his safety flies
To frocen Alps, away from mortal eyes.
Wander an exile, sleeps upon the miow,"
Buffers, alas! unutterable woe,
Because lie toves his fellows more than creed,
Prates lens. of that and more or noble deed,
Reveals tbe simple truth of Nature's plan:
"Whatever he is, no man is more than man.
From ntMeta's ice away to sunny Spain,
Throughout old Europe's historic domain,
What count! es wretches shlver,starve,dtpalr,
Outside the marble domes their labors rear.
Whose ranks Increase till the nobility
Contrive a war and end their miser'.
Will e'er these serfs awaken in their might.
Assert their iionor, dlgulty and right?
Will coming ages only but re-slug
The same degrading song of war and king?
Oh, Heaven! 'twas not thy Intended plau
That man should thusoppresshls fellow man-
Angel of Freedom, come! Oh, come again!
Help humanity to erase the stain.
See Ignorance her sightless hosts array
Their sombre banners veil the light of day;
One single orb their labor Mill defies
Ix! reason's star illuminates the kkles,
Reveals the path, denotes the future plan,
Of Universal Liberty to man.
Behold I upon proud Albion's sea-bound isles
The first faint, glimm'rlng streak of morning
A Dllko and Hubert hurl the gauntlet down,
And aim their shafts at England's fading
Hlst'ry will tell how. Spartan-like, they stood,
Two for the right, against a multitude.
Columbia, through the long Egyptian night
Of thy Immortal struggle for the right,
Thy dauntless bend not only fought for thee,
But for all the world and its posterity;
To leave us our inheritance behind
Our gallant Warren fell for all mankind;
Prescott and Putnam fought for every clime,
For every race ens-laved, for every time;
Their triumphs then to-day arc triumphs still,
And present progress dates from Bunker Hill.
Yo saered heroes, e'er Columbia's pride,
Who twined thy fetes In her.and Wed and died.
If ye ean read with a pnipheticeye,
Say, is her freedom doomed, alas, to die?
Shall her fair banner in the dust be cast,
And all her ghwy fade, like Rome's, at last?
Khali her brave sons e'er feel the galling chnln?
Lived IloHvaraiHl Washington in vain?
No! no! Behold the writing on the wall!
See Maximllllan's royal liody fall.
Pierced by the bullets of the patriot squad.
True to their Country, Liberty and God!
For Freedom's criminal pity breathes no sigh
E'en Merey yields eonsent that he should die.
Here Mexico's first Maxlmilllan sleeps
Alone his end poor mad Cariotta weeps.
Much cause for weeping while in life he gave,
Yet none at all for weeping o'er his grave;
HU ranrd'rous reign revealed no feeling tone,
Began in death, and ended with his own.
Columbia! within thy broad domain
A hundred nations reap thy golden grain;
A hundred nations glean thy golden sands,
And find a home within thy many lands.
From pole to pole, lrom-east unto the west.
To thee do millions turn and hall thee blest.
Thy gates are open wide thy mighty heart
Welcomes them all, denying none a part.
Still, still they come, from every foreign shore.
To claim a share of thy esbaustless store;
Still, still they cpme, from ancient homes op
Toseek reHef within thy mighty breast
To stand beneath thy starry flag ami be
What Heaven designed they should be Free!
BY MRS. SUSIE WITUEBKI.I-
IJtrel, according to the Act of Congress, In
the year IKS, by Mrs.KusteWltherell,ln the Of
fice oribe Librarian of Congress at Washington
THE SCENE UEVEnSBD.
"Loop back the curtain, dear Lilv.
that I may seo the sun, for I would fain
behold it set once more on earth."
"Oh, do not talk so, dear Josephine.
You will live and perhaps cheer our
hearts for many years yet," and putting
hor arm around her friend's neck, she
kissed her pure, white brow. '
"No, dear Lily, it is useless to flatter
your hopes. I feel the hand of death
already upon me, and ere this time to
morrow I shall be in that better world,
I trust, 'where the wicked cease from
troubling and the weary arc at rest'
Let me talk to you, for I have mucli to
say. You have been a dear friend to
me, even a sister. Bring 1113 boy my
beautiful boy! that I may be with him
to the last," and closing her eyes, she
remained quiet a few moments, while
her friend went in search of her child.
It was a neat little room where the
invalid lay upon a couch drawn up be
fore the window. The room betokened
the delicate taste of the occupant In
one corner stood a guitar; in another a
small table, containing a vase of flow
ers; upon another table near the win
dow stood a magnificently carved box,
around which lay a number of letters
and a small portrait painted upon ivory.
Choice pictures from the hands of cele
brated artisU decked the walls; and
upon a marble stand, in a little niche
stood one of Titan's Cupid's. Bicu aci
curtains decked the windows, whose
delicate pink silk lining gave tlm mm
a rosy tint, and even decked the
cheek at the window with the hue of
health, 'the outside or the cottage cor
responded well with the inside. Superb
roses of various descriptions, intermin
gled with the fragrant honeysuckle and
delicate passion flowers, were trained
carefully over the little porch. The
house itself was situated in a spot
scarcely excelled even by paradise.
Built upon a little knoll, whose grassy
slope descended gently to the flowing
river at its feet, shaded by magnificent
trees, it might be well called the pret
tiest cottage in Marsallles, for so it was,
and its fair owner once the belle. But
now how changed! and why? Ah, let
her tell, for she will soon leave us to
"sleep the sleep that knows no wak
ing." At last the door opens slowly, and
Lily.enters, leading by the hand a beau
tiful boy of three years,
"My precious Charlie!" and clasping
her arms around him, the-young mother
folded him to her breast "Charlie, my
boy, I am going to leave you. Will
you be a good boy and stay with Lily
for a while?"
"0, mamma, do not go. I cannot live
without you," and the littlo fellow
sobbed as if his heart would break.
"Poor little Charlio got no papa, and
then would mamma go too? Oh, take
me with you, dear mamma, do; Charlie
will be so good!" and looking up to his
mother, he pleaded with all the earnest
ness of childhood.
For a few moments none spoke, and
not a sound was heard but a sob from
"Come, Lily, and sit beside mo for
the last time. You have been a dear,
good girl. You and I have been ac
quainted for three years, and yet you
never knew why I wept so often, for,
sweet Lily, you had too much delicacy
to ask me, and I could not bear to bring
my sorrows fresh to mind by telling
you ; but as 1 am soon going Home, 1
will overcome this and tell you all.
Five years ago to-night I was a bride. I j
was left an orphan at the age of twelve j
years, with a small fortune of my own.
I was called beautiful, and this misfor
tune, with my money perhaps, was the
cause of these years of misery, for my
heart was won for the sake of its golden
fetters. When I was just entering my
fifteenth year I first loved yes, wildly,
passionately loved! and in three
months from that time I gave my hand
to one whom I thought loved me in re-
turn. But, Lily, I was deceived. He ,
never loved, for ins actions plainly
showed it. After much persuasion, for
somehow I did not think this just right,
I made all my property over to him,
with the exception of this house and j
five hundred dollars annually, which
was to remain for pin money. For two
years all seemed to go well, though he
seemed to grow cold, and would remain
away from home for days at a time. At
last one day, about two months before
Charlie was born, lie kissed me 'good
morning' and waved his hand as he left
mo stauding at the door. He seemed
kinder and more like himself that morn
ing than I had seen him for a long time,
and I could not help but gaze after him
till long after ho was lost in the dis
tance, and inwardly murmur to myself,
he loves me still. But, Lily, may you
never know my sorrow. I never saw
him since! This was his last farewell,
till I received that letter upon the table,
which you can read when I am gone,
and weep o'er the sorrows of your de
serted friend. This is my history; and
now let me speak" of my darling boy.
He has no one to love him but me, and
when I am gone will you take my place,
"I will, I will," was all the sobbing
girl could utter.
"Promise me this, and I can die
happy. I have made my will. Y'ou
will find it on that box. All is Charlie's
aud yours. liaise my head a little
more, please. See, the sun is sinking
to rest; we shall both go together. O, I
am happy now, for I have made my
peace with God and know that 'He can
make a dying bed feel soft as downy
pillows arc.' Do not weep, sweet Lily.
I shall be better off, though it is hard to
leave you and my child, my only earth
ly treasure. But I have placed him in
the hands of his Father above, knowing
that He will never forsake him. Kiss
me, dear Charlie ; do not cry, my pre
cious one. I am only iroInr homo, mul
when Cod sees fit to call you, I will
come to Heaven's gate and lead you on.
Let me lean my head upon you, dear
Lily. Kiss me once again, for they arc
coming. Farewell! Meet me in Heav
en. They arc coming, bright angels!
Forgive him, O my Father! May we
meet once again in Heaven! Charlie,
farewell ! my child, farewell!" aud the
happy spirit fled from the broken-hearted
young wife of Norman Burke just as
the sun sank behind the western hills.
"Mv mamma, oh, my beautiful
mamma, come back to me! Oh, take
Charlie home too!" screamed the little
orphan, as the faithful Lily Douglass
laid her friend's head gently upon the
pillow, while she went to call help.
Returning, she took the little fellow
sobbing to her own room, where she
comforted him as well as her own break
ing heart would allow, till at Iastwom
out with grief, the poor child sobbed
himself to sleep, uttering "mamma" in
his baby dreams.
And well and faithfully did that
young girl fulfill her promise to the dy
ing mother, for in after years, though
she married, still she remained the
same good aud true mother to her
orphau charge, for the unworthy father
knew was ignorant of the fact that he
had a child living.
a pay's ri.EAsrr.E, and the midnight as
The place selected for the picnic was a
grove about a mile from Colonel Hew
itt's. It seemed made on purpose, so
level was the ground, and free from
stumps. The large old elm and oak
trees, with many others, formed a splen
Harry, with several other young gen
tlemen of the place, had spent the day
before in arranging rural tables and
seaLs, and decorating the trees with ar
tificial wreaths, made by the fair lingers
of the ladies, and after engaging a band
of music, all was pronounced ready.
Many a belle in the neighborhood
sprang from her bed with a lighter
heart than usual as the morning sun
peeped in at her window, pronouncing
the day a fine one for out-door amuse
ments. Harry arose earlier titan usual, and
after dressing himself, proceeded to the
back piazza to muse in solitude till
breakfast was rcatly, after which they
wero to start immediately.
"Poor Clarence!" sighed he, as he
seated himself upon the substantial fete-a-tctc.
"How I wish you were here to
enjoy this day with us; but no matter,
boy, I shall seo you to-morrow. Perhaps
Sis docs not care for him. She is very
young yet, and I knowsho does not fa
vor Mcintosh; but then thcro is no
knowing what she may do, for she
thinks it her duty to obey mother's
slightest wish, even at the loss of her
own happiness. Now, I believe in obey
ing parents in all things, providing
they are reasonable, but when they
would sell their children for gold, and
deem their alfections but secondary,
why, I, for one, would disobey. I will
not breatho a word of the kind to my
darling sister, hut let things work to
gether, hoping that she at least may
never marry that scoundrel, for such I
feel sure he is. His looks show it, even
if he is 'immensely wealthy!' "
Such were Harry's reflections when
his sister, putting her arms around his
"Why, Harry, who are you scolding?
I heard you mutter something and
strike your hand against the railing
with such force that I did not know but
you were turning crazy," and she
brushed up his handsome brown curls
and placed a kiss upon his forehead
! with all the strengtli of a fond sister's
"I was only thinking,
he, somewhat startled,
charming you look this
should not be surprised if Carrie Vernon
looked 'daggers' at you to-day, for I am
certain the attentions of a certain 'aris
tocratic' gentleman will be cntiroly at
the service of my fair sister," looking
at her rather mischievously.
This was said on purpose to seo how
her feelings were with regard to Nor
man. "If I thought by remaining at home
to-day," she replied, as they entered the
breakfast room, "would cause him to
bestow his attentions upon Carrie Ver
non, or any one else who appreciates
them more than I do, I should certainly
"Bravely said, my sister!" exclaimed
Harry, clapping his hand upon her
shoulder. "But," looking at the clock,
"we must hurry up, for we have to call
for the Marsh's at seven o'clock."
"And I suppose you quite long to see
Gracic by this time," saitl Souora, quiz
zingly. "Yes, I have not seen her since the
party. I think she is a very fine girl,"
"But not quite as sweet as AdeleSum
mers, I presume?" said Sonora.
"Oh, that remains to be told after I
have seen her, Sis," was the reply.
"Good morning, children," said the
Colonel, as he and his lady entered the
room. "So you are waiting. Well,
come, sit down. I know how it is with
you youngsters always like to be on
hand early," aud seating themselves,
they were soon enjoying thoir delicious
All is merriment in the grove some
are dancing, some singing. Here and
there arc groups laughing and talking.
A little apart from the rest sit Harry
aud Gracic, upon a little green mound.
She is singing one of her sweet songs
for his amusement and ho is forming a
wreath out of some weeping willows.
At last she has finished, and Harry
crowns her as he utters :
"Thank you, dear Grade, for I mud
call you as Sonora does. I always love
those whom she loves."
Ah, Harry, beware ; do not cive rise
to hopes nnd feelings which can never
be reciprocated. Be careful ; words ut
tered in jest may sink deep, deeper than
you are aware of, and cause moments of
anguish to that young and innocent
Aud Grade, guard well that loving
heart of yours; trust not to outward ap
pearances, nor think the attentions of a
friend those of a lover. Blush not at
the sound of that voice which causes
your heart to leap and your pulse to
beat quicker. Be careful, dear girl, or
that young spirit may sink in sorrow to
Apart from all the rest, in a charming
little nook, sit three persons. Isormau
is listening, perfectly enraptured, while
Blanche and our fair heroine are siugin
a duet from Norma. After bestowing a
multitude of praises upon them, he of
fers an arm to each, and escorts the lat
ter to her brother, where, leaving her,
he proceeds towards tho dancers with
his companion, and they arc soon whirl
ing round in the giddy waltz.
One amusement followed another in
succession, and all seemed ltappy and
gay, except Carrie Vcrnon,whoso smiles
had long since ceased to make any im
pression upon the hearts of the young
gentlemen present, who, could they
have remembered, would have said sho
had been a belle in the days when they
wore short jackets anil pinafores.
At last the sun giving notice that the
tlay was fast waning, our merry com
pany prepared toxcturn home, well sat
isfied with that day's pleasure.
Harry received an invitation from
Blanche to take supper with herself ami
Grade, and as he was to leave the next
dav, ho accepted it. Sonora had been
invited beforo this by Blanche, but not
knowing that her brother was also in
vited, had declined going, rhts was
dono by Blanche on purpose to give
Norman an opportunity of waiting upon
Sonora. Harry thought of course his
sister would accept, aud therefore had
not hesitated to do so himself, until ar
riving at Captain Marsh's he found out
sho intended to return home to supper,
and as matters were so arranged, there
was no other alternative but for Norman
to accompany her.
Mrs. Hewitt was highly delighted on
finding that Mr. Mcintosh was to spend
the evening, and calling Iter daughter
to her room, told her to put on one of
her most becoming dresses, aud "Do put
a little rouge upon your checks, lor
you look so distressingly pale," added
she, as she left the room.
Sonora smiled a sickly smile as she
wended her way to her room, where,
closing the door, she ofTered up a prayer
for that vain anil worldly woman whom
she called mother.
That night Norman offered himself
and was accepted yes, accepted! But
think not that fond and truo heart had
forgotten her first promise. No ! for it
wa3 ratified in Heaven, and forget it she
never could nor would ; but, duty and
obedience to hor parents were first in all
our heroine's actions.
Sonora informed him exactly how
matters stood between herself and Clar
ence, keeping nothing back, even tell
ing him her heart was his, should she
ever marry another. And yet he hesi
tated not to accept her as the wife of his
bosom, for Norman really loved her;
her goodness and amiable disposition
had won a way to his heart, and he was
content with receiving her at any rate,
hoping that time would soften her feel
ings towards him.
"What was that?" asked Norman,
glancing towards the window opening
upon the piazza. "I thought I heard a
I thought so too," replied Sonora,
"but it was nothing but the wind sigh
ing through the trees. I heard the same
sound to-day in tho grove," and rising,
she walked towards the window and
As she did so, she thought she dis
tinctly saw some person move through
the bushes and wave their hand to her.
Turning to Norman, she informed him
of it and requested him to come and
look, which he did. But quickly re
treating to his seat, told her it was 110
one she must have only Imagined so;
but Sonora could not but notice Ills
voice tremble nnd his cheek pale as he
uttered this. Soon after this he took
his leave, telling her he would sec her
the following evening.
Gladly Sonora bid him good night as
sho closed the door upon him. Then,
returning to the parlor, she threw her
self upon the sofa aud gave way to her
"What have I done, Clarence, dear
Clarence? Now forever lost! But God
alone knows it was no fault of mine!
Though I am another's on earth, I will
be yours in Heaven. Would that -I
could dio ere I wed that But I must
not talk thus. Is he not to be my hus
band? And am I not committing an
other sin in the sight of Heaven by
cherishing such feelings toward a fel
low being? Oh, my mother, you will
have to answer for part of this sin," and
burying hor face in the pillow, she
sobbed convulsively. "Clarence! Clar
ence! could I only see you but once
more, or even receive a line from you, it
seems that my grief would not then be
so poignant I am sure if nana knew
how I felt, he could not have the heart
to barter away my happiness thus. But
a year will intervene before he can
claim me, and God grant that some
thing may prevent this hated union
WW - A 1 1
narry, my uroiner, to-morrow you
leave. Would that I could tell you all
my feelings; but no, I have promised
mother I would tell no one until the
time arrives, and then But Blanche,
my sweel lncnu, 1 can tell lier, and per-
naps sue can sympathize with me. Oh.
in 1... , , '
.wiuiiuiii-, mny juu never teei as your
friend does this night!" and rising she
prepared to retire. As she passed the
window she perceived a piece of paper
upon tno carpet. Picking it up, she
Held it up to tno light and read:
"Beware or tho traitor! Let him not
win your aflections by his false allure
ments. Beware! I say, that he eras'
not your heart as he has others as young
and pure. A Priend."
"This is very strange," murmured So
nora. "Where did this come from ? It
is written in a delicate lady's hand. I
will show it to mamma. Perhaps mine
and Harry's surmises arc right ; lie is
not what he seems to be," and taking
her light, retired to her own room, feel
ing a litttle more composed, though
Let us return to Norman. As soon as
he left Colonel Hewitt's, he proceeded
nt once to his hotel, walking leisurely
along, thinking over tho day's pleasure
and the bright future in anticipation,
building "castles in the air," and so on,
while the moon shone full upon him,
when suddenly a dark figure emerged
from behind a tree, and stepping before
him, impeded farther progress.
"Stand back! What means this in
trusion?" exclaimed he, angrily. "Or,
by Heaven! I'll shoot you," and placing
his hand upon a revolver, which was
hid beneatlt his vest, stood ready to de
"Aye, what means this interview?
Y'ou can answer that question as well as
I. Liar! Murderer! Y'ou are a scourge
upon the earth ! Not content with that
which has already been done, you seek
still further to revel in your hellish
practice of winning fond hearts to crush
beneath your cursed feet. Y'ou had bet
ter cease whore you are, for I am her
avenger, and you can never wed another,
though you escaped tno once and became
the husband of Josephine Minturn.
Start not! I know it all, and while I
seek revenge for my own pure and inno
cent child, I will also be the avenger of
the lone orphan and the deserted wife,
who sleeps beneath the sod in her lone
ly grave at Marsaillcs. Stop, Herbert
Norman Burke, alias Mcintosh, stop in
your career at once, or by the Good
Spirit above, I will plunge this to the
hilt in your black heart!" and raising
her dagger, the moon revealed the fea
tures of old Katy, the fortune teller, to
the gaze of Norman.
"Fiend, do you still pursue me to
blast my happiness?" Dead men tell
no tales, nor women cither, muttered
Norman. "Take that ! and that !" and
quicker than thought the sound of a
pistol was heard, and Katy lay lifeless
upon the ground, while her midnight
assassin plunged into the thick bushes
and was soon at homo comfortably
seated us if nothing had happened.
"That job is done,"' said lie, as he
puffed a cigar. "I did not care about
adding murder to my crimes, though
she has already given me that title; but
there was no other alternative. She
may as well be out of the way. As for
me, to have all my plans frustrated, and
perhaps to be killed by her in the end,
for there is no knowing what a revenge
ful woman will tlo when she gets her
temper up! I will never he suspected
by these Innocent Yankees, and it will
soon die away, and then I shall be at
peace, which I never could be while she
was living, for she swore vengeance,
and have it I know she would, for she is
thoroughbred Indian in disposition. I
love that girl, notwithstanding all my
former amours; in fact, I never loved
before, though I had a peculiar jjcjiciaiif
for White Star. I never did for Jose
phine, poor girl! It was a pity, for, ac
cording to that old hag's story, she must
be dead. If so, she is better ofT, fc I
should have married my fair beauty
anyhow, and jwrhaps spent the rest of
my jovial course in the penitentiary for
bigamy. Well, it is a grcal better the
way it is now. I am free, free from all,
and can do as I please once more," and
throwing the stump of Ids cigar into the
spittoon, he prepared to retire.
And thus reasoned the affianced hus
band of the lovely Sonora Hewitt A
murderer aud a villain, he was soon to
stand before the altar of that God lie
had oU'emled and pledge himself the
protector of Innocence and purity!
Man, man.wiiere is thy shame? Were
you not made in the image of your Cre
ator? Surely this is not imitating the
example that that Father has set before
The Girl Who Wins. The time
has passed away when woman must be
nalo and delicate to bccalled interesting
when she must bo totally ignorant of
all practical Knowledge to be called re
nnet! and high nreu wncn sue must
know nothing of the current twlitieal
news of the thy, or be called masculine
iinil stronc minded.
It Is not a sign 01 nign niriii or renne
mcnt to bo sickly and ignorant Those
who airect anything of the kind are be
hind the times, and must shake up and
uir themselves mentally ami physically.
or drop unticr me urui .-irme-s 01 coiu-
t 1 ... r. n..il l. 1 1
. , . 11. a
inou rouse, iuch, imvi uu i-iusueu iiiiu
In these days an active, rosy-faced
girl, with brain quick and clear, warm,
light heart, a quick temper at intended
insult or injury, aim just as quicK 10 1
forgive; whose feet can run as fast as
her tongue and not nut her out of
breath; who is not afraid of freckles, or
to breath the pure air of heaven, unre-1
strained by thedrawn curtains of a close
carriage and above all, who can speak
her mind and give her opinion on Im
portant topics which interest intelligent
people, is the true girl who will make a
This is the girl who wins in these
days. Even fops and dandies who
strongly oppose woman's rights like a
woman who Kin talk well, even if she is
not handsome.' They weary of the most
beautiful creature if sho is not smart.
They say, "Aw, yes, sho Is a beauty,
and no mistake, but she won't do for me
lacks brains" of which commodity
it would seem she could have little use
in her association with him; however,
to please even an empty-headetl fop, a
woman must know something.
Discovery of a New "World.
Til K PATr or MR IOIIN- FK XKLIS.
The Alton (Iowa) Tribune Is publish
ing a story which is designed to Intro
duce the theory that the srlobe is liollrm-
and inhabited. The idea is not altogether
a new one, as cymmes long years ago
advocated the same proposition and at
tempted to prove the oxistenco of a vast
mielstrom at the North Pole, which in
some of the geographies is still referred
to as "Symme's Hole." The theory Is
also in accord with the beautiful legend
that St. John still lives in an enchanted
land away North, far bevontl the frozen
regions and that at tho second coming of
viirisi ne win appear in Jeruniem.
The author of the story thus disposes
rc: ti... v . 1.11.. . "
ui oil own ti r funiculi ;
Sir John Franklin sailed nnd was lnsr.
What a world of mystery has ever since
nung nrounti nts late. Was lie crushed
to atoms between the ice islands of the
Arctic sea ? Ditl he venture too far out
on the billowy plains aud perish by
inches for want of food? Did the vast
snows and mists clog his sails, until
they became laden reefs of ice, while the
hull beneath froze firmly into the ice
rocKs mat environed it, and tno sea
foam and the sleet filled up the spaces
between hull and masts and sail.-, and
buried all in a tall iceberg on some
boreal shore, that conceals forever and
ever the drcatl sleeping place tif Sir John
Franklin and his crew?
Sir John Franklin left Ktigland with
tho bravo determination of settling the
question of an open inter-jiolarsea. He
Passing out of sight of the barriers
into a smooth expanse of water, lie
struck boldly out, witlt the purpose of
passing directly under the North Pole
and making Behring Straits.
The current set strongly but smoothly
northwardj and the wind was constant
and still in the same direction. The
great navigator's heart beat high be
neath his triple vest of furs, as ho antic
ipated the fame which the discovery of
the Northern Passage would bring him.
But tho currents became ranitl and tlie
winds stronger, until a vague feeling of
despair crept into tho deep nestling
hearts of his crew, and then of their
commander, and then whisperings came
from white lips, "We are being sucked
into a great whirlpool."
Down, down, down sailed Sir John
Franklin and his crew, through a white.
glaring, glistening canopy that slowly
rose aoove tnetn. o neint could turn
mem irom us neauiong plunge; no
reefing of sail could tempt the prow
from its northward course. North, due
norm, iney sailed swiitiy, smoothly.
1011 was 111 vain, l'nvyers wero una
vailing. Hie clistening canopy revealed
ILeIf, o yawning sea! Icebergs and gla
ciers and billows cajippd with foam hung
111 irowiiing masses ami glided m inces
sant distant roar over their heads.
Through the telecope they appeared in
huge outline. Now, indeed, it seemed
to these bold mariners that all was lost
Down, down, down in the deep mists
and waves of this mighty Inter-polar
maelstrom, more is no bottom to the
gulf, there is no end to the gloom. Will
this downward plunge last forever? Are
we to go by sea to the kingdom of Plu
to? Has the grim old foreman of the
Styx been supplanted by St John?
Cheerfulness revives; merriment is
grasped from the jaws of death, and a
feeling begins to pervade the crew of
hope aud faith. Hope! for what? Faith
in whom? It might have been such as
was expressed by Byron when he said,
"lurue what chance of fate proclalmeth best,
Peace on shores of Achern;"
Or might have been such as a more an
cient and holy man expressed when he
sain: "though 1 wane through the val
ley of tho shadow of death I will fear no
And now the mists begin to lift the
clouds begin to roll away; the sup
pressed roar seems more distant; the
current is not so rapid; the wind is not
so strong, but still the compass says
northward, due north. There are ice
bergs ahead, there are dark rocks, too,
and above the heads of the crew how
strange there 'are flocks of water fowl
pursuing their way northward. Here
there is a sure grountt 01 nope. The
wild goose is our pioneer. But the
darkness and mists are gone. There is
light ahead. It is a beacon light at the
North Pole! It glows and gleams. And
now we are passing frozen shores, with
here and there large tracts of rocks cov
ered with lichens and mosses. The air
is crowing more temperate, the light
grows stronger, tlie prospect widens.
An idea tiawns in tno mind ot the
navigator. He invokes the aid of the
telescope again, and Sir John Franklin
and his crew now realize that the earth
is hollow, and that in hunting for the
North Pole so successfully, thev have
sailed, sheer and clear, into the light of
the coronal of electricity, into another
world the world or the Trans-mundane.
o tilths it v ton iyino. it is
painful to see a man otherwise so re
spectableunreliable in the place where
men meet him most; for it weakens his
hold upon tno popular regard, and can
not fail to depreciate his own self-re
spect 1011 must reel ashamed, at times,
to realize thatyourword is not believed,
ami 10 Know mat you have not a
customer in the world who feels at all
sure about getting work dono by you
until it really is done and in his hands.
The kind of life you lead must also be
an exceedingly uncomfortable one.
Now, my dear friend, there is not the
slightest necessity for this, and there is
no apology for it It had a very natural
beginning, but vou ought to have
learned long ago that It was not requis
Ito either to your prosperity or your
comfort. Y on get work in spite or your
Iviug. and not in consequence or it
That Is the only thing people have
against you. They give you their cus
tom because you are a "good workman,
and for nothing else: aud no man leaves
your shop for another except for the
reason that ne cannot depend upon your
word. You never raado a dollar, or
saved a friend, by all your lies.
Honesty, reliableness, trutluulness
these arc at a premium on all the mar
kets of the world; anil you have made
yourself miserable and contemptible
throughout your lire for nothing. Your
business is always at loose ends, evcry-
uuu.) 13 i-iuuiug you, many 01 them
auusu juu, uiin ii an comes or your
promising to do work before it is possi
ble for you to do it Not a deennt. mnn
whose custom is worth keeping, enters
juui auuii who wouiu not wait your
J""Y i""-"j, u ne couiu rciy upon
V Y B J i0,le upon Ule tlay lrm
Sckxe at an Auction-. A writer in
the Spirit of the Times thus sketohos a
scene in an auction room, that lie wit
nessed a few days since. Tho articles
otlered, ho says, were "damaged goods,
n,!lWf me,u t1?10 on the as thev do on
l,w? articles put up wore a pair of
ankets for which more than a dozen
n 3 1 ire !nt"liatcly ofTered. The
puzzled auctioneer, however, caught 1111
the highest, wliich was a dollar from a
lemale who seemed determined to have
them at any price, when, ere ho could
,'nt'." a male cried out "dollar
nity, from the opposite side of the
'Two dollars'" echoed the woman,
elbowing her way through the demm
mass of females, who wore separated
from the males by a long counter, upon
which tho glib-tongued'auctioneer walk
ed to and fro with his goods.
"Two fifty," nodded the man.
"Thank ye, sir; going at two fifty,"
cried the auctioneer.
"Three!" cried the woman.
"Three twenty-five!" bid tho man.
"Gin the fifty?" said the auctioneer,
turning to tho woman, with a half-suppressed
smilo or his small, sober visage.
A nod from the woman.
"Three fifty. I'm oflered: cive mo
rour? Come, don't be afraid; they're
worth double the money."
"Yes, anil that's all."
"Sold!" cried the dealer in hammers,
almost bursting with laughter, "to
dipt Smith not John for four dol
lars." "Smith!" cried the woman, "what
my Junband."' raising herself on tip-toe
to catch a glimse of him. "Why vott
good-for-nothing man; yotCve been, bid
diny against your own wife! O you im
minence, out 1 won't have them in the
Why Sojie Ark Poor. Cream is al
lowed to mould and spoil.
anver spoons are used to scrape Ket
tles. Tho scrubbing brush is left in the wa
ter. Bones' are thrown away that would
Nice-handled kuives aro thrown into
Brooms are never hung up, and soon
Dish-cloths are thrown where mice
can destroy them.
Tubs and barrels are left in the sun to
dry and fall apart.
Clothes are left on the line tawhip to
pieces in the wind.
Pie-crust is left to sour instead of mak
ing a few tarts for tea.
Vegetables aro thrown away that
would warm for breakfast
Dried fruit is not taken caro of in.sea
son, and becomes wormy. - t
Bits of meat are thrown out that
would make hashed meat or hash. '
The cork Is left out of the mnlnssrs
jug, and the flies take possession.
jL-orii siwiis ior want or salt, ami hoof
because the brine wants scalding.
Coflee, tea, pepper, spices, etc., are
left lo stand open and tints lose their
Potatoes will grow, and the sprouts
are not removed until they become use
less. The bread is sifted in a wasteful man
ner, and the bread-pan is left witli the
dough sticking to it
Vinegar is drawn in a tin basin, and
allowed to stand till both basin and vin
egar are spoiled.
Cold puddings are esteemed good-for-nothing,
when often they can Ih?
steamed for next dav.
A Wife's Kkvexok. In Louisvillo.
a woman who had been subjected to a
long course of abuse and outracre from a.
drunken husband, took the followiiifr
method of revenge the other dav. TTo
had returned from one of his common
debauchees whu more than the usual
amount of rum aboard, and throu iiifr
himself upon the bed, fell into a deep
drunken sleep. While he was thus
dead for the time being, a bright idea
struck the wife by which sho mtehfc
free herself from bondage. According
ly she proceeded to puck hor clothes,
and having done this, so as to have thorn
ready for immediate removal, she took a
large needle, and carefully threading it
wiiu a large aim strong inroad, she ap
proached the bed where hor husband was
sleeping, and wrapped him up in a strong
quilt, sat down and carefully and se
curely sewed him up in it, simply leav
ing his head out Having completedall
ine necessary arrangements lor the suc
cessful operation of her plans, she seized
the cane which had so often been tho in
strument of her torture, and began lay
ing ii on ine sleeping man Willi all her
might, stimulated by the memory of her
own mistreatment. The man waking,
begged for mercy and help, but tho
louder he begged the harder and faster
she applied the cane, until exhausted
with her labors. She then took her
clothes and left for the house of a neigh
bor friend, where she remains, in spite
of the efforts of her husband, who
escaped from his situation by the as
sistance or ins neighbors, to return.
It is night now, and here is home.
Gathered under tho quiet roof, elders
and children lie aliko at rest In the
midst of a irreat peace ami calm tho
stars look out from the heavens. The
silence is peopled with tho past, bor-
rowrul remorses tor sins aim snortcom
inirs. memories of passionate joys and
griefs rise out of their graves, both now
aliKc caim aim siiu. -ejus, as i Shut
mine, look nt me, that have long since
ceased to shine. The town and far
landscape steep under the starlight,
wreathed in the autumn mist Twink
ling among tho houses a light keeps
watch, here and there, In what may be
a sick chamber or two. The clook toils
sweetly in the silent afr. Here is night
and rest. An awful sense of tlmnL-
makes the grateful heart swell and
the head bow, as I pass to mv room
through the sleeping house, and fool as
though a hushed blessing were upon its.
Henry Ward Bnoehnr nronrthnd ill
New York lately on labor strikes. In the
course of his sermon he said that in the
unanimous uprising of the laboring
classes he recognized one of the most
promising signs of the times. He com
pared the capitalists to the herd or
swine into which unclean spirits en
tered, and said ho considered the strik
ers' demands perfectly right ami pom -onable.
He was In entire sympathy
with the movement.
He who docs the beo oa ''' VM
Silks sometimes cure sulks.