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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.