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UCS. A. J. DlilWAT. Editor asd Proprietor OFFICE Cor. Front nnd Stnrk Streets. TERMS, IN ADVANCE: A Journal forthcTeopIe. Devoted to the Interests of Humanity. Independent In Politics and Religion. Hvo to all Llvo Issnes, and Thoroughly Radical In Opposing nnd Exposing tlio Wrongs ot tho Mosses. One year. Klx months Three months- -S3 00 -175 1 00 !- rvinrcnnndonts writlnc over assomedsdBaa- tures must make known their names In Ihe Editor, or no attention will be glvorf to their ADVERTISEMENTS Inserted on Reasonable Terms. TOIiTOEE II. 3? OTtmiuAJSTD , OREGON, FRIDAY, NOVEJIBER IS, jVumber sr. communications. Free Ki-eecii, Fbee Press, Fkke Peoplk. Written for the New Northwest. The Ilermlt'n Story. A ROMANCE OF THE WILD CASCADES. DT STEP II EX XATBELL. "Lay down, Chinook! Come In, stranger ; Don't you be afraid of Cliihookg; HeMMnd o' cool towards strangers, Bat arn't qatte io bad as he look. "Yes, kind o' rough night out In the Cascades To stray and get Iot out Iram camp, Ilut you ana sit down thar by the flro And rest yourself arter the tramp. "Do I drink ? Well, on rare occasions, I've touted tlie stufTnow and then, Tho' not often, you nee, for, stranger, I haven't mueh dealings with men. "Here's yeur health! 8o they say I'm craiy, And have got a grudgo agin' men, And hate thesi for suthin or other ? Ah. well, maybe I do, but then, "irl don't, I'm Mire I don't love them ! Yon see I prefer the Cascades, "With the woods and streams, to the comp'ny Of them and their shops and their trades. "And I may be crazy, too, stranger, But then I'm In with the lot, Forwhars thar a man In the city 'Without his peeallar soft spot ? "And sinee nothing's gnlu'd In the comp'ny Of either a fool or a knave. A man's better off In the mountains A-llvln alone In a cave. "Lonesome t Well, no, not for comp'ny, for I've the panther, wild cat, and bar, The sable, wolf, fox and coyote, The antelope, deer, elk and hoi, "And berries and birds In the bushes, And trout in the streams out thar, This cave in the rocks here tor shelter, And plenty of room everwhar. "My history? Well, stranger.thar arn't much ortn speaking on In the whole thing. Except why I keep this 'ero bullet A-hung round my neck on a string. "I arn't got mueh book-larnlng, stranger; The mountains arn't much of a place For laming; yet fortunes has lanit inc To look a thing squar in the face. "I'm Bill Slugs, the old mountain trapper; I've rough'd It, am roughing it still; I've ollen Intended to settle, ButduBnooseverl will. "I once had a girl thar In Yamhill, But Yamhill wam't settled up then; Her people raised stock and trapped, and Sal, She could hunt with the best of the men. "She had an eye like a deer, stranger, And grew tall like the pines out thar; SheHl follow a trail like a El wash. And bring down an elk or a bar. "Both of us were good In the saddle; It seemed second nature to us. She rode an Eastern ehesnnt, I a plug, an Indian Cayuse, "But llghtnln' to go, for, stranger, In the long rough rides that wc bad, That plug, though an ornery Cayuse, For bottom and speed warnfbod. "Tills fact the settler would mention To Sal, and this point he would claim, In regard to fine looks deceiving. That horses aud men are the same. "But every girl has her opinion; And Sal of course had tier's too; HliCd say regarding her chesnut, 'He's the handsomer beast of the two.' "The summer went by with us, stranger, And long winter nights came croun', And Sal went to get education And stay a whole year In the town. "So we met in the wood that evening, Beneath a big iln,e In the "clear;' And thar we parted and promised Yes, promised to meet In a year. "But whotVs in a promise, that ever Upon It a hope should be hung ? A sound, and a song of the fancy, A breath, and a wag of the tongue. "She went, and I felt awful lonesome. And would think of her all the while, Till I'd fall asleep ly the camp-fire. To dream of her eyes and their smllo. "And I dreamed that I stood with a maiden Upon the green bank of a stream; I loved her; Ithought we embraced, and I kissed her red lips In a dream. "But In that first kiss she grew cold, Her breath died away in a moan; In terror I shrank from her bosom, Away from a statue ofstonet "So I dreatn'd, and a year pawed awny, While I watched up the path In vain, Till my eyes were weary, and evening Mists crept down the mountains again; - "Still ayear,8ndbecame,but came not The brown moan tain girl I had known, But a beautiful, dazzling woman, Like a queen who stts on a throne. "nerhatwasofl aces and roses, Aud silken and shining her gown, Like butterflies' wings. The folks said tills Was what they called 'fashion' in town. "But III rather she'd come without it, For It seeniM as tho' something was wrong; As tho' silks and roses of 'fashion' Had hash'd the wild mountain girl's song. "She'd grown rale, nnd as the white Illy Droops over her face In tho stream, She'd bend o'er a picture for hours, As though lost in n sorrowful dream. " Twos the handsome face of a stranger; A promise was broken I knew, While niem'ry brought back her old words, He's the handsomer beast of the two.' "Ere long she was seized with a fever; I watched through the night whar she lay, So silent, so pale, and so wasted, I knew she was passing away. "Her thin lips spoke In a whisper; There burn'd a strange light In her cyo; She said, 'Bill, fonjlve and forget me, And kiss and bid me good-bye. -" 'I've been foolish nnd false I have given. A life and the world for n face. Don't weep for me, Bill; I am going Away from my shame and disgrace. " 'And whenj am dead you will lay me Beneath the tall pine In the clear, Where wo ported once on an evening And promised to meet In a year.' "And I wept and I prayed aud I wept, As tho' prayers and tears could save Her dying, and, stranger, she sleeps thar Beneath the pine In her grave. "Since then I've been roaming these moun tains, And living alone with tho past Stranger, you seo tills 'ere bullet? TIs ten years ago since 'twere cost. "I have her Initials cut in It, The workmanship arn't very neat. But It will do Its work Just as well. Should he and Bill Slugs ever meet!" S0H0EA JEEWITT. BT MRS- SUSIE WmrEEEI.I Kntercd.accordlng to the Act of Congress, In the year 1SH, by Mrs.Sus!e Wlthcrell, In the Of fice of the Librarian or Congress at Washington City. CHAPTER XXIX. SOKOBA A CAlrrVE HEK RUDE BUT TECE FRIEND. We will not follow our travelers, who were soon ploughing the waters of the great Mississippi with hearts palpitat ing between hope and "fear, but return to our heroine, who, poor girl, needs all our consolation. It was near midnight when Norman left Sonora In the hands of Lodi and Hard Heart As soon as he had gone, Lodi entered the next room and re turned with a bundle, which she laid upon the table, bidding Hard Heart as she did so to retire from the room. Clos ing the" door she revealed to tho view of tho terrified girls two Indian cos tumes with everything complete. Bid ding Sonora to dress herself in one as quiekly as possble, she threw the other to Rissey, telling her to do the same. Sonora, who looked in vain for pity from the faces of the cold-hearted sav ages with whom she had to deal, threw herself upon her knees, imploring her as a woman, if she had any pity or hope of salvation hereafter, to let her return home, or at least to inform her where she was, for as yet she was in utter ig norance offering her all the money and jewels she had with her, and prom ising her far more, if she would only re store her to those parents who loved her so dearly. But of what avail? She might as well have plead with a stone, so deaf was her listener to all her en treaties. Looking at her, while a bitter smile wreathed her lips, she replied: "The pale-face must do as sho is told, or the tomahawk of Hard Heart will kill her, and her scalp will hang at tho belt of Lodi." Poor Rissey was too much fright ened at the countenance of tho Indian woman and the strange language to open her mouth or have a word to say in her own defense. Looking at her mistress, who told her to do as she was bid, she soon arrayed herself as a com mon squaw. Sonora, taking her own pretty dress from off her, threw it upon the lounge, and replaced it with that which had been given her. Throwing over her shoulders a largo red blanket, and al lowing Lodi to lace the moccasins upon her delicate feet, she felt her hopes die out and her heart sink within her at the sight of her strange attire. Taking the cast-off garments, Lodi tied them in a bundle, and opening the door, beckoned to Hard Heart, who en tered with a bottle in his hand. Taking a sponge he applied a dark mixture to the hands and face of Sonora, who, through fear and exhaustion, sat per fectly quiet during the operation. Then placing a large flat upon the head of Rissey, whoso broad biim completely covered her face, Hard Heart took her by the hand, as he threw the bundle over his shoulders, while Lodi, extin guishing the candle, followed, leading Sonora. Without knowing where she was go ing, but with the prospect of a dreadful fate before her, was our .heroine led forth Into the darkness of midnight, which enveloped the gloomy hills of Weehawken, without one friend to speak to except the faithful creature who had chosen to cling to her como what might. Taking a lonesome and unfrequented path, they set out on foot towards Fort Lee, where a few of tho tribe awaited Lodi's coming to return with her to their home. Traveling only by night, and encamping in some out-of-the-way spot by day, did they trudge on with their weary and heart-sick captives, who seemed so weak and ovcrcomo tliat it was with difficulty they could pro ceed. Rissey, however, seemed to bear tho fatigues better than her young mis tress, though sho kept a revengeful si-1 lence and seemed to be pondering some 1 uiwie oi escape It was near tho close of October ere they arrived within sight of Plague Mine. Leaving their nrisnnnro ,vii. Lodi to watcli them, Hard Heart en tered the town and procured some pro visions In exchange for skins and sun dry articles, which they had procured on their journey. With these he soon returned, and once more they set out for their place of destination, which was about seventy miles distant, and about fifty from tho encampment of the Coupe es, of whom Many Canoes, the lover of White Star, was chief. It was night on the third day after this that they arrived. The rain was pouring down in torrents. " Never till now had our heroine so fully realized the horrible and heart sickening reality of her situation, when sho found herself in the midst of tho great forest, whose tall trees vibrated with the sound of the howling wind as Itswept sighing through their branches, aud the dark and cruel faces oCtbc war like savages, who sat crouchWta round the fire, which seemed loth to bT55ro.as the heavy drops came trickling tlogf. through the leafless trees. 3- As the travelers entered their midst, the tribe set up such a yell for Joy that Sonora for a moment felt her senses leave her, while Rissey, who knew nothing of the Indians' "whoop," ut tered a scream of fear almost aa thrill ing. Lodi motioned for them to be quiet, while Hard Heart told them in his own language: "Pale-faces are our captives only for a short time. Tho white chief will claim her with money. Gold enough for us all! No harm must como to either" Lodi then conducted Sonora to a tent, where, telling her to be seated, she unlaced the well-worn moccasins and bathed her weary feet; then, pointing to a warm and comfortable mat, telling her that was her bed, she threw herself upon another at her side. Hard Heart soon after entered leading Rissey, who, rejoiced at finding herself again with her mistress, threw herself upon the skin that was spread upon the ground, and putting her head in So nora's lap, burst into tears. "Do not cry, my poor Rissey. God will take as good caro of us in the lone forest here as though wo were at our own happy home. Keep up a cheerful heart. I feel as though ray prayers would be answered, for our Heavenly Father never forsakes thoso who put their trust in Him. Always keep this before your mind, and endeavor to bo cheerful, though all looks dark," were tho consoling words of Sonora, as she laid her hands lovingly upon her faith ful friend. "Pale-face had better lay down and get some sleep," said Lodi, who sat watching and listening to her lovely captive, whoso sweet, innocent face seemed to have won a way to her heart already. "Fear no evil, but obey my commands. Great Spirit will watch you." Commending herself and companion to the care of tho Almighty, Sonora lay down on her mat with Rissey beside her. Throwing one arm across her, they were soon locked in a deep sleep, from which neither awoke until the bright sun of n warm Indian summer peeped in through a crevice of tho wig wam. Opening her weary cye-llds, she awoke Rissey, who at first could scarce ly comprehend where sho was, but, glancing around, she beheld the face of an Indian looking in at tho open can vass which seeved as a door. Giving a loud scream, as the Indian walked away laughing, sho covered her eyes with her hand and clung to Sonora. The noiso awoke Lodi, who, alo ovcr como by the fatiguing journey, had fallen into an uncommonly sound slum ber. Rising, she at once set to work preparing breakfast, which consisted of some venison, partly cooked, and some out-meal cake, baked in the ashes. Af ter partaking of this unpalatable fare, with a mug of cold water, our captives felt very much refreshed. Soon afterwards Lodi, procuring some water in a vessel, again bathed Sonora'a feet, replacing tho former moccasins by a richer pair, elegantly worked with beads of various hues, telling her as she did so that she had nothing to fear whilo she was with hen "For," said she, "I have promised white chief to take good care of Iii3 bride." At tills reference to Norman her heart again sank with despair, for she had more hopes of obtaining mercy and prevailing upon her savage protectors to return her In safety than she had of Norman's kindness. His former ac tions were enough to show that ho had no fine sensitive feelings, aud his pres ent ones clearly verified his barbarous nature. Perceiving a look of kindness in the face of her rude companion, Sonora ven tured to inquire where she was, and en deavored to persuade her to return her to her friends, even at tho risk of Nor man's threats. "You are in tho forests of Louisiana under the care of Lodowiski, tho daugh ter of the brave Sanutce. Though her face looks old nnd wrinkled, it is not age, nor is her heart so cruel as some of her Indian sisters. But Lodi swore to hate the pale daughters, and to make their hearts sad when' it was in her power," and putting her head in her lap, she seemed to be in deep sorrow. Sonora, whoso tender heart was touched with pity at the sight of her melancholy, forgot for a while her own trouble, and going towards her, put oue arm around her as she said "Will you not tell mo your grief? Though my heart U very sad, and you nave helped to make it so, still I do not oiamo you till I know all which may have caused It, and I feel for you In your sorrow. Though the pale-faces and your race are at enmity, I would not wish to injure you. Why, then, do vou me, who has surely never done you a wrong knowingly? t have shown many of your Indian sisters kindness in my father's house." "Lodi believes you, and is almost sorry she was persuaded to bring the poor pale dove so far from all who must love her so dearly. Butwill eho be for given if she should restore you in safety to your home?" and she looked in the face of her captive for an answer. "Yes, dear Lodi, you will IKS forgiven on earth by me and my friends, aud in heaven by that God who is watching over me, if you will only take me back to my dearly loved home again. Oh, thank you! bless you for thoso cheering ' words! You have rendered life sweet again!" and with both arms clasped around her, Sonora sent forth a prayer of thankfulness to that God who had thus far protected her, and at last sent her a friend, which had made the lone wilderness seem almost a para dise. Oh, the youthful, trusting heart! How much of sorrow before it over flows and breaks with grief, but even a few words of faint hope will make It leap and bound with joy aud glad ness. To be continued. Count Zinzendorf and the Dove. Count Zinzendorf was a great German noble, and lived to do a great deal of good in tho world. When a boy, he was one day playing with his hoop near the banks of a deep river, which flowed outsldo the walls of a castle where he lived, when he espied a dovo struggling in the water. By some means tho poor little creature had fallen Into the river, and was unable to escape. The little Count immediately rolled a largo washing-tub, which had been left near to tho water's edce. jumped into it, and though generally very timiu on tuo water, by the aid or a stick, ho managed to steer himself across tho river to tho place where the dove lay floating and struggling. With the bird in his arms, he guided the tub back, aud reached the land in safety. After warming his little captive ten derly in ltis bosom, the boy ran witli it into tho wood and set it free. His mother, who had watched tho whole transaction from her bed room window, in trembling anxiety for his safety, now came out. "Wero you not afraid?" sho asked. "Yes, I was, rather," an swered tho boy; "but I could not bear that it should die so. You know, mother, its little ones minld have been watching for it to come Twmc!" Dress. A writer in Blackicood, in an article devoted to dress, says: No French woman has reached the height of folly and extravagance in the line of dress which has been reached by American and Russian women, for whom more work is done in France than for French dames or demoiselles. The cost of some Russian women's gloves or stockings would keep six families of weavers a year. There are women at St. Peters burg who think it quite a matter-of-course affair to pay the journey of their favorite artist from the Boulevard, Paris, to the Newsky Prospect, that they may take their exact measure for a corset. Tho reason why French fashions arc copied ail over tho world is because the French woman knows how to dress. Dress is her main occupation in life. In its adaption she uses taste aud common sensejudgment. Sheuuderstauds shape, color, variety and fitness as no other woman docs, drifts into the rowdyism of dress which lias, of late years, scandal ized the world. Then, too, site knows how to put it on and wear it. It is, when donned, a part of herself. An English woman cannot plan a tasty, elegant dress, she cannot make it, and she cannot wear it well when it is made. Family Government. Tho chief difficulty in family government arises from the fact that so few parents ever learn to govern themselves. It was said of old, that "he who ruleth his own spirit is greater than ho who takctlt a city." Tho fact is, that tho ruling of his own spirit Is about the last accom plishment ever arrived at uy mortal man; and the remark is equally true as to mortal women. Hence, the govern ment of children is poor cnoutrh, as a general tiling. In fact, it is, in tho manv cases, no government at all, but simply tho venting of some father's, or mothers, or tcachorsspitc upon a cnuu that has done something to stir up the evil passions of one's nature. Some say that the moro they punish their chil dren tho worse they seem to grow. That may very well be, If parents pun ish them because they arc annoyed or angered at something they havo done. A parent should never punislt a child l. la -Un Infiat Kif "nnf intifH wili HUCll 11U la UlU . ' . ...... it, or for any reason whatever except the highest good of tho child itself. Tnnsr Your Mother. How many girls trust all they know to their moth ers? Ono of tho most Important ele ments In girls character is tlie mothers trust In tho heart. You should learn to trust vourmother's judgment, her taste, her advice, her instructions, and never conceal anytning irom tier, sue Knows host nml will irivc the best advice about everything. If you are in trouble tell your mother; if you are joyful tell her; if you want to do right ask her advice; and if you havo dono wrong tell her your fault; "I'll tell mother on you," said ono little girl to another, "tell her then," replied tne otner, "you cannot tell her anything naughty of mo that I do not tell her myself." That Is just right, every littlo girl should tell her mother the very naughtiest thing she does. It Is tho surest way to do better. Children's Advocate. Woman's Riohts AmonotheBirds. On tho whole, there seems to be a sys tem of Woman's Riehts nrevailintr among tho birds, which, contemplated rom tho standpoint of tho male, is quite admirable. In almost all cases of joint Interest, the female bird Is tlie most active. Sho determines the site of the nest, nnd is usually tho most absorbed In its construction. Generally, sho is more vigilant In caring for tlie young, and manifests the most concern when danger threatens. Hour after hour I have seen the mother of a brood of blue grossbeaks pass from the nearest meadow to tho treo that held her nest, with a cricket or grasshopper In her bWr, wlille her better-dressed half was singing serenely ou a distant tree, or pursuing ids pleasure amid the brandies. Atlantic Alonthly. A New Use vniL Kitrair Kons.-Tho Scientific frets quotes the testimony of " Beaueman in Ban urancisco witu re gard to tho value of fresh eggs In afford ing nourishment to weak auimals. He remarked that ho had known a young wlJ'cn a appearauccs, was ucuu, uio Dream of lire being barely perceptible, to be quite instautly revived by tilvinir it oni nr Km frpsh eggs. Tho same results, several cases of which ho was knowing, havo followed uu uuuiiuisienng ot eggs to weaK calves, and also to feeble and chilled lambs. Aremetlv m ! nf. immi. mui so effectual in tli ( bo remedied i which oiten occur with Iambs should An Everyday Story. Last week a woman died of whom we wish to say a word here. It does not matter how or where she died. She was so obscure, bolonged to so common and poor a class, that uo notice of her death found a place in even the cheap est paper, anu no one wno Knew her will read these words. Only ono of those thousands of ordinary lives that, day by day, and unnoticed, no more missed by tho world than so many burned-out candles. This woman hail neither beauty, nor wit, nor large cul ture; sho brought no gift with her when she was born to make her greatly wel come to tho world; never could sing a song or write a poem; was not even luted to reign in a urawmg-room. &no was only a sweet-voiced, gentle lady, full of womanly affection and eager ten derness, who had kept her pure childish beliefs unchanged to middle age. She was little, sickly, shabbily clothed; she lived in H tawdry house, with glaring paper on tub walls, and torn, dirty mat ting on the floor; tlie air she breathed was that of want and vulgarity. Year in and year out she worked at a ma chine, sewing dresses for servants and shop girls who bullied her, not unrea sonably, for she was but a poor seam stress, It tho truth must bo told, ller husband, a cross-grained, gossiping fel low, tried this trade and that, hecyiie a ward politician, did what he could for Ills family, but felt that his wife must do her share. He had been used to raw boned, stout Connecticut farm women, beside wiiom she doubtless appeared In efficient enough. If others remembered how tenderly nurtured she had been as a girl, and that tiio fortune she brought him lie had flung away, lie never did. Nor did she. They wero wretchedly poor, and it was but just and proper she should work. So she worked, stopping now and then to give birth to another child, to bo nursed at the tired breast, and watched and prayed over with the blind, idolatrous devotion sho gave to the others. Certain logical moralists lay down as axioms that there can be no tragedy without crime, and that no woman, witli love, a husband and chil dren, ought to ask for more. This wom an never did ask for more. Tlie loud bragging politician remained her hero to the last. If licr life slowly dried and withered away, as a tree might, tapped of ail its juice at the root; she thought it was iierselt that was to blame. This Door ladv was eursod with ns fiiiplv I wrought an organization as any favor ite of fortune; both lady and mind re quired companions of her own caste, and that nutriment which Nature aud Art give but to few, but which that few must havo or die. Besides, not even the strongest woman am furnish bread and butter for a houseful of children, make their clothes, keep their souls pure and their manners refined, aud add to tlie number every year. She was not strong in any sense; so sho stitched, and nursed and t mined them, witli the dirty walls about her, and tho torn matting under fool, and tho crowd ofeliildren grew shabbier and coarser "alw more vulgar day by day. One day an old ac complishment of her girlhood recurred to her flower painting, molding in clay, designing itdoes not matter what; work, however, in which her real nature would havo found food and ex- f.rcssinn, and tho pay for which would lavo been comparative aflluence. She sent a specimen of her work for trial, which was approved; but men were employed who had been trained to bus iness. " Only the machine was left, and the work for her children's bodies aud souls that she could not do. It grew and grew before her sight until tlie day came when she dropped ns under an in tolerable bunion. Asslie lay on the bed day after day slowly dying, husband and children wero loud in sorrow and astonishment. "How had she come by such manifold diseases? Machine work and want of air? It was incredible." She struggled with her work yet, sewed as she lay on her neck, drew her chil dren close to her with a hungry, unsat isfied love in her eyes that they could not understand. But as the hour came for her to quit the world that had been so niggardly of its comfort or bounty to her, site was beset witli restless fancies, which to her husband seemed scarcely sane. "She thinks If she could see and smell a thorny roso that used to grow wild about the farms down there in Maryland where she was born, sho would be well again. Now, what good could there be in a roso?" Ho could not sec why she would make them put tho children out of tho room, aud turn out the gas that she could not sec the machine, and so he looked up at the natch of skv above the brick walls. When sho was dead, he cried, "I did what I could; I am not to blame." And it was true; no man can go beyond his nature. What was to blame? Not poverty; not the working for bread and butter; not tho unequal marriage. Since tlie world began, King Cophctuas havo married be"zar nirls untitled, and clothed them royally in their own fames; and Titamas have rejoiceti to worsinp an ass. But if sho bad been taught practically the one occupation for which her taste and ability Ilttctl her? If ail women were so thoroughly taught such occupations that employment would be open to them as men? The answer matters nothing to her now. A day or two ago the wornout body was laid back in the eartii, to which it had been drawn by such strong and subtle kinship. To what rest or recompense the soul of the gentle lady passed, only He knows who took It hence. Her work remains un finished. But it Is because there are so many thousands of over-worked women around us on every side, staring timidly at their unconquerable work, and lives wasted at noon-day, that we have told i.r.f etnrv. and reverently held back tier memory, for this brief moment, out of the eternal silence. j.. j. j.nuunc. Bow, Wow! There is a story told of the officers of a British ship dining with a mandarin at Canton. One of the truests wished a second helping of a savory slew, which, lie thought was some sorter duck JSo knowinga word of Chinese, he hold his plate to the host, saying, with nilng approval, "Quack, quack, quack." Imagine how his countenance fell when the l ost, pointing to the dish, responded, "Bow, wow, wow!" There is nothing more pitiable in tho world than an irresolute man, oscillat i i. .,!...., tivn fhelintrs. who would willingly unite the two, aud who does not perceive that nothing can unite them. A Man Hunt. Tlie Governor of Missouri lias recently pardoned an inmateof tlie Penitentiary, under circumstances which furnish a re markablcand touching instance of what a devoted, trusting and energetic wife can do foran unfortunate husband. Tho latter used to live in Toledo, Ohio, nnd the facts of his caso are vouched for by respectable journals of that place. Some time ago, ho removed to Missouri with his wife, and early in 1S70 tlie events fell out that proved so disastrous to him. It appears that he was not very prosper ous, and had occasion to sell as nearly the last of his possessions a pair of fine horses. For these he received $500 in clean, new national currency. The stock dealer who bought tho horses afterwards disappeared. On the next day after the sale, the vender paid out two bills of $10 each. It was discovered that they were counterfeit, and the ut tercrwas promntlv arrested and lodged in prison. He, of course, directly pro-J tested ins innocence, anu tout now lie got tlie money; and the remaining $ ISO was found on his person. Tho horse dealer was traced aud brought forward,- wnen, to tne horror ana amazement or the accused man, lie stoutly denied all knowledge of the bad bills, and swore the money he paid for tlie horse3 wason an Illinois bank. No confirmatory evi dence of the prisoner's talc could be got, and, as much counterfeit money had lately been circulated in that region, eublio feeling ran strong against him. e was tried, aud despite his earnest protestations, and Ills wife's determined struggles in his behalf, he was found guilty, and sentenced to five year's im prisonment in the Penitentiary. But his wife never for a moment be lieved him guilty; and, witli astonish ing pertinacity and resolution, she now bent herself to tlie task of proving his innocence and effecting his release. To tlie latter end she first sought and ob tained interviews with tlie Governor of Missouri. To him site stated the case as she saw and believed it. But tlie Gov ernor, although kind, was firm. The prisoner had been shown to be guilty. Counterfeiting was greatly on the in crease. It was necessary to make ex amples, and there was every just reason why her husband should bo one of them. He could not hold out any hope, save in the coudemued's restoration to his fam ily after five years. Tho wife went home, converted all she had into cash, and thenceforward devoted her whole time ana brain to following the horse dealer who had given her husband the spurious notes, with tlie hope of con victing tlie really guilty person of the offence. Pursuing him like a shadow, but keeping out of his sight, she soon found that when he went to a place, counterfeit money was said to be in cir culation soon after. This happened at Freeport, Illinois, and afterwards at Fort Wayne, Indiana. At the latter place she caused ids arrest. But noth ing could beproven against him, and lie was set free. She then dogged him to Canton, Ohio, to PithslHirg, Aitooua, Lancaster, Chambersburg, Philadelphia, Goshen, Binghampton, Oswego, KImira, and other towns in New York, some- j limes staying two or three mouths in eacii place. The man was, however, so guarded and lugcnious as always to manage to cover his tracks in fact he never passed false "paper" himself at all and his implacable pursuer was unable to bring him to account. At last, however, lie fell ill, at Newton, Sussex county, N. J., and she believed and proved that her golden opportunity was at last come to an end. When the horse dealer fell sick, the wifeof his victim wasat tlie same hotel. She found out the physician attending him, and frankly told her whole story. She described how she had tracked the cause of her husband's misfortunes, and begged tlie doctor, for the sake of right and justice, to help her. The physician was moved hy her tale, and agreed to do what she asked, which was, to give his patient some depressing but safe medi cine, and adroitly to lead him to think that he was in a very critical condition. This was accordingly done, and worked to a charm. Tlie patient begged at onco for a clergyman, who, on arriving, pointed out the necessity of full repent ance; and at this juncture the wife en tered the room nud implored the sup posed dying man to repair the great wrong he had tione her nusuatiu. The result was, that tlie sufferer made a deposition before a magistrate, confess ing that ho had passed the SoOO, as described, and, furthermore, that ho was a member of k very extensive gang of! counterfeiters. Ills special business bciiicr. not to utter bad money, but to spread it among confederates in different parts of tiic country. He also said that on the occasion of making tho trade in ques tion, he happened to have no other money, and greatly wanted the horses. Armed with this document, tho now happy woman hastened back to Mis souri, laid her evidence before tlie Gov ernor, and had the satisfaction of carry ing a full pardon to her husband almost immediately after. They are now living joyfully together on a farm in Southern Illinois, and their case is naturally at tractinr abundant comment and con gratulation. It is dangerous to livo in a country that is too prolific Santa Barbara, for example. Any place subject to a catas trophe like tlie following should be avoided asa residence: Asingular acci dent recently occurred at Santa Barbara, oy which one .Mr. Bhort nearly lost ins life. As ho was working on a side hill on ids place, an immense water-meiou, weighing eighty-six pounds, broke loose from the vine, and came thundering down tlie hill in his direction. He en deavored to escapo from its track, but was prevented by "becoming entangled in the vines. On came tlie melon witli fearful velocity, and striking Mr. Short, threw him to tlie earth, and rolled over his prostrate body. By the most singu lar fortune he escaped with his life, and with only a severe injury in his legs. Nothing is easier than for a young woman whose parents are wealthy to obtain the reputation of a belle. She may not be in tlie least pretty; she may have a poor figure, bad manners, little taste in dress and bo entirely devoid of conversational power, nut ir she have a good many clothes; if her father keep3a carriage and she rides in the park, and if some of tier underbred and injudicious ineuus win bciiu paragraphic Jenkin sisms to the Jiomc Journal and tho "Society" columns of the evening papers, sho will soon bo set down as a belle such a one as a sensible man would like to ring not her finger, but her neck. Chicago Tribune. Mitlgo's Bide. It was a hot, dusty morning in mid summer. Biddy sat upon the curb-stone by the old town pump, and what do you think she was dolntr? Bathing bby Midge with a bit of soft white muslin she had found clinging to tho handle of the pump as she came up to it. "There, now. vo titsy-bitsy darlin'. ye wee beautiful childic: ye'Il bo white as asnow-drap and swate as a honeysuckle, and I'm goin' to eat ye clean up when I git through, so I be, so I lie, so I be-e-e-e!" And Biddy's voice went off into a jubilant littlo 'trill, in which Midge joined with all her baby powers. "When you get baby washed, if you'll let me I'll take her to ride," said a sweet chilish voice from the sidewalk. Biddy looked up and saw a beautiful littlo girl with a carriago fit for a fairy queen and all court attendants. "Oh, mercy! ye wouldn't take the likes o Midgo Malone to ride in' that lino kerridcro now, would yeV'ex-z claimed Biddy, with mouth and oyes wide open with astonishment. "Why not? I'd like to if you'll let me." There was a wistful look in the little girl's face which Biddy couldn't undei stand at all. She looked at the fniry chariot, with its Snowy pillow-cushions and its dainty curtains of tho softest lace, which wyre carefully closed as if to shelter the face of some dainty sleeper. Then Biddy looked at ragged Midge, and lastly at the beautiful little girl, re peating tho incredulous question: "Yo wouldn't iv, honest, do sich a lovely curis thing?" "See if I wouldn't," returned the little girl, smiling at Biddy's doubtful ness. Biddy fell to kissing Midge eosintic ally, and sprang with an exclamation of delight to where the little stranger stood upon tlie sidewalk. "But what'll yo do with yer own baby? There won't be room for two in the likes o' that tit-bit of a kerridge," Biddy asked, drawing suddenly back.. "There isn't any baby there," tlie lit tle girl said, mournfully; and she parted the curtains and disclosed an empty car riage. Biddy gazed into it a moment silently, anil then asked wonderingly: "Where is it? Terhome?" "Yes at home witli Jesus!" replied the little girl in a trembling voice. "Ye don't say! I'm sorry for ye." Biddy's voice grew soft with sympathy. "What fer ye haul tlie empty kerridge round?" "Mamma let's me because it comforts me. Iclose the curtains and itscemsas if Angel wero really there; and some timeslfind some other baby" tlie littlo girl finished the sentence with a sob, while big round tears fell fast from Bid dy's eyes upon tlie soft white hands of the child that were laying Midge down tenderly among the cushions as ten derly as if it wero Angel herself, instead of little ragged Midge. The curtains were drawn", and whether tlie baby passenger was Angel or Midgo 'twas all the same to the passors-by; aud I'm sure 'twas all the same to the gentle watchers up where Angel had gone. Why should we wonder if Biddy, with her bare brown feet, did walk beside the beautiful child through all that summer morning? Were they not sister-spirits in innocence and love? The birds that II it ted through the shadows above their heads were glad because of it, and Biddy was happy, while little Midgo slept sweetly, and the beautiful child fancied Angel had come back to her again. A recent issue of the Bloomington (III.) Democrat, in speaking of the ob jects of interest at their county fair, says: "One of tlie cheapest and best washing machines ever presented to tlje public, and, withal, the invention of woman, is exhibited by the inventor, or inventress, Mrs. 13. B. Hull, of Clinton, (111.), and is tho object of universal at tention, not only ou account or its in herent excellence as a machine, but be cause a woman's brain produced it. In attempting to describe it, wo will soy, first, that the tub in which the machin ery is placed is almost square in form, aud resembles the Doty, or more closely that of tlie Wordcn- machine. Iii' this tub is placed a corrugate! and perforated concave cradle, designed to float in tho suds, and, by the upward pressure of, tho water, exert sufficient resistance against a corrugated cylinder mrneu oy a cranic o cleanthe clothing, which is placed between the cylinder and concave. quickly and gently. It is claimed to be the easiest worked machine patented, and that it can be worked by a child." At tho silver weddiner of a wealthy coupla in Oakland, California, while the parlors wero resplendent with oie- gant arrays and smiling faces, the daughter of tho house, who but a tuo- . . j . . i incut oeiore nan ucen ucmuroiy assist ing her mother in preparation for tlio feast, suddenly appeared to her friends in gorgeous white, her fair brow encir cled by a mystic wreath of orange blos soms, and simultaneously there ap peared a young man duly apparelled for a wedding, bringing with him a clergy man. Having surprised their friends the young couple themselves were des tined to be surprised and disappointed, for the license procured in San Fran ciseo proved not to be available in Oak land. Not to be thwarted, however, the party adjourned to the end of tho pier near by, which had been decided to bo in San Francisco, and by the light of a lantern the marriage was duly consum mated. In a jolly company each one was to ask a questiou. If it was answered he fiatd a torieit, or it ho could not answer t himself he paid a forfeit. Pat's ques tion was: "How the littlo gronud squirrel digs his hole without showing any dirfc abbut the entrance?" When they allgavbit up, Pat said: "Sure, do you see. he begins-at the other end of the hole." One of tlie rest exclaimed: "Huflhow does he get there?" ... "Ah!" said Pat. "that's your question, can you answer it yourself An acorn susihj""--". -y ? :itTonr. . t,wl IIV it thread within haH ' wjri, face of water in a hjacir i oc i n a tJiM down into the water a stem, with beautiful lltt,c.S"-," ti.Is way on. tho ak rUmS a very elegant and interesting object.