MISERERE.
Deep ka chnrchymrd green, -with sprtag's
gtaniw,
I bear the strokes that mark the noontide hear;
Dark yew trees stand to imiwmorial sadness,
And tvy girds the gray old Norman tower.
And while the lark above is never weary.
Outpouring clear his midday ecstasy.
My eyes are bent upon the "Miserere"
That from a time worn stone looks up at ma.
Ho word but this; naught yields a faint suggestion
jz man or woman, or oi youugw oiu;.
Yet there sleeps beyond all doubt and question
Borne tragic story to the world untold.
Tain all the mind's conjectures and surmises
Before so sad an epitap'1 as this:
And yet the thought resistiessly arises
Of faith forsworn and perjured love's abyss.
Of long heart struggle and self immolation
In ways where tried and wounded feet must
wend.
Of ernel trial and supreme temptation
And then the enshrouding darkness of the end.
Thus to a wanderer doth the mournful "Pity
Plead mutely o'er the unrecorded dead;
Oh, may the soul have reached that peaceful city
Where ne'er a "Miserere need be said!
Clinton ScoOard.
A POSTBOTS BRAVERY.
About a mile from the Pennsylvania
village where I lived when a boy was
the old north and south turnpike, the
main artery of travel in those days
across the northeastern tier of counties.
Down this road came rolling every af
ternoon, the big four horse stage coach,
bringing passengers and mail from the
south bound for the county town.
The mail bag for onr postoffice was
thrown off from the coach at the point
where our village road joined the turn
pike, and as my father was postmaster
it was my duty to carry it from the
turnpike to the village postoffice.
I had the choice of two routes for my
daily journey; one by the public road
and a much shorter one which cut
through the woods that bounded the vil
lage on that side, and it was along that
path that I usually carried the mail
We were at that time in the midst of
the civil war, and the mails were filled
with tidings from the soldiers at the
front, and not infrequently contained
packages of money and valuables sent
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But the particular afternoon of which
I write, the stage, for some reason which
I cannot now remember, was very late.
I watched the sun as it went down be
hind the wooded hills to the west, and 1
saw the twilight come creeping in across
the eastern field. I sat quietly upon a
roadside bank wishing for the coming of
the stage, and calling to mind the prob
able appearance of the impatient and
anxious group at the postoffice.
But the twilight grew deep, and actual
darkness fell around us before the far off
rumbling of wheels announced the ap
pearance of the belated conveyance. I
had been debating for some time whether
I had not better go home without the
mail, for I was naturally timid, and the
prospect of the night journey alone
through the wood, even though it was
but a short distance, had terrors for me
which 1 could not subdue. But I had
been reluctant to start on account of the
ridicule which 1 knew would follow me
from one end of the route, and the dis
appointment which would meet me at
the other, and now the stage was here. '
The horses were drawn sharply up,
the clatter of the wheels ceased, a cloud
of dust moved forward and enveloped
the coach, and out from the door in the
midst of the dust stepped two men.
They parleyed for a few minutes with
the driver about the fare, and then dis
appeared in the darkness. I had a good
view of their faces as I went up close to
the forward wheel, and I saw that both
of them, though well dressed, were evil
looking in the extreme.
"Is that you, Harmon?" asked the j
driver, peering down at me through the
shadows before throwing the mail pouch
into my hands. .
"Yes," I replied, complainingly, "and
I've been waiting for you just two
hours."
"Well, it won't take you long to get
home now," he said, cheerily; then,
bending down still further and beckon
ing me to come still closer, he added in
a low voice: "You want to hang on to
that mail bag tight to-night, Harmon.
It's got" A sudden starting of the
horses interrupted him, he swung back
x " r ii x i - . -i
uiw uis seuii, turn muling lxlhi, ne couia
not readily quiet the impatient animals,
he cracked his long whip over their
heads, shouted out "good night!" to me,
and the next minute coach, horses and
driver were far down the road, swallowed
up in the darkness.
"Are ye 'fraid to ' go down alone?"
asked the farmer who had come out to
see the stage go by.
'Til bet a cookie he isl" exclaimed the
farmer's boy.
"No, I ain't afraid," I said stoutly,
dreading ridicule more than robbers.
"There won't anything catch me to
night," I added, flinging the pouch
across my shoulder and starting rapidly
down the road toward home.
For a little way the road wound through
.fields, and this portion of my route 1
traversed with a stout heart ' But just
ahead lay the woods, a long stretch, of
unbroken forest, and I approached them
with a dread and premonition such as, 1
think, I had never before nor have ever
since known. I plunged into litem, how
ever, without halting or hesitation, know
ing that they must be passed; but, in
stead of peering about for dangers in the
darkness, I kept my eyes turned to the
ribbon of starlit sky above the tops of
the tall trees that bordered the road.
When I reached the point where the
footpath started in, at the left, I stopped
for a moment, debating whether I should
take the short cut or follow on around
by the highway. I quickly decided upon
the latter course. The short distance of
the narrow path, winding under inter
lacing tree tops, down steep embank
ments, through intense darkness, was no
offset in my mind to the broader, lighter
and less terrifying, if longer, route by
the public road.
Suddenly 1 became aware that two
men were walking with me, one on each
side of me. They had come up so noise
lessly that I had not heard the sound of
their approach. . Good evening, my
voting friend," -tail the one on my right,
"what's that you'ra a-carryingr' -
'It's the mail bagj said I, stopping
and standing still in surprise and fear.
"Is that so?" he exclaimed. - 'Tve often
wanted to lift a mail bag. Is it very
heavy?" "
. "Not very," I replied, actually hand
ing it to him in my bewflderment.
He took it, held it up by the end strap
as high as his head and shook it gently,
as if to make test of its contents.
"I believe there's a letter in there for
me, Bill," he said to his companion , "and
if there is it's necessary that I should
have it at once. Delays are dangerous."
"The only way to find out for certain,"
replied the other man gruffly, "is to
open the bag." , .
"True," responded the first "speaker,
"but we must not open it on the public
highway; some evil minded passer by
might seek to appropriate the contents
thereof, which would be a crime against
the government, Indeed an unpardon
able offense. Suppose we retire to some
secluded woodland dell, and there study
the situation. Young man," he added,
addressing me, "you are cordially in
vited to accompany us."
"I I'd rather not go," 1 replied, be
ginning for the first time to fully realize
my position. "If it's all the same to
you," I added, "111 go on home."
"Well, my dear young friend and fel-
low worker," began the man, but his
gruff voiced companion interrupted him:
"Oh, let up on that, Andy! We ain't
got any time to lose. Come along,
young fellow!"
And before I had time to protest I
was seized by one arm, hurried to the
roadside, across the ditch and in among
the trees. I believe I began to cry and
beg; it would have been strange if I had
not done so; but, in language more force
ful than elegant, 1 was ordered to hold
my peace. In the mean time the first
robber was threading his way carefully
through the thin underbrush among the
hemlocks in thick darkness, and we
were following him. It seemed to me a
very long time that we journeyed thus.
In reality it must have been only a few
minutes. When we stopped the leader
said:
"Here's a kind of an open place; let's
hold up here. Bill, where's that can
dle?" Presently I heard the snapping of a
match, and saw Bill lighting a piece of
candle which he had unrolled from a bit
of newspaper. Looking around me, by
the light of this candle I was not slow
to recognize the place. We were in th.
path of which I have 6poken, on a little
plateau just above the . brook. Indeed
the soft ripple of waters could be heard
at no great distance from us. .
I now for the first time recognized the
two men as those whom I had seen step
from the stage coach at the crossing, and
I knew instinctively that they had follow
ed me for the very purpose of. robbing
the mail. The one addressed as Andy
had already laid the mail pouch flat on
the ground, and with an open jackknife
poised in one hand was passing the
thumb and forefinger of the other hand
carefully along the leather surface, fls if
considering the proper point for the
blade to penetrate. I had seen butchers
do the same thing before cutting up a
side of beef, and the similarity of move
ment now was very suggestive.
"Here goes!" he said finally, pushing
the knife point firmly into the leather;
then, with a strong, dexterous sweep, he
drew the blade down lengthwise of the
bag, and laid it open nearly from top to
bottom.
"Give the candle to the boy, Bill," he
said, "and you help me sort this stuff
over. Here, you," he added, addressing
me, "hold it here, here where I can see.
If you move it an inch 111 HI excom
municate you!"
With trembling hand, teeth chatter
ing in my head and too greatly overcome
with astonishment and fear to speak, 1
sat and held theflaring candle while he
spread wide the gap in the ruined mail
bag and poured the contents of it to the
ground. The packages of papers were
quickly cast aside and the bundle of let
ters taken up.
In those days each separate bunch of
letters was carefully folded in brown
paper, and the postoffice address placed
on the outside before intrusting it to the
mail bag. These wrappers were pulled
hastily off by the robbers, and the letters
inclosed in them were looked over rapid
ly, many of thcu being torn open before
they were thrown down. Nearly the en
tire contents of the mail bag were gone
over in this way before any money was
found, and both men began to look dis
appointed and angry. At last Andy
came upon a thick envelope of brown
manila paper, with a seal in red wax on
the back.
"Here it is!" he said, holding it up
triumphantly for Bill to see. "I knew 1
couldn't be mistaken about its being
here. Bob told me, you know, and Bob
always tells the truth."
He had risen to his feet in the mean
time, scattering the remainder of the
letters from him disdainfully, had
opened his coat, and was about to put
the package into an inner breast pocket.
"Hold on!" exclaimed his companion,
rising also. "Open it up, Andy; let's
see how much they is in it, anyway."
"Oh, that's all right!" was the reply.
"I know how much there is in it. Well
open it when we get to a safer place.
Come, lef s fix the boy and get out o'
this."
I trembled till the candle nearly
dropped from my hand. What did he
mean by fixing the boy? I presume I
should have begun to cry and beg again
had not Bill spoken up somewhat threat
eningly:
, "Look here, Andy! That's the trick
you played the last time. You pocketed
the swag an held off an' spent it, till it
turned out I didn't get more'n half my
lair share. That's played oat. I want
a diwy on this, and I want it how."
Andy looked at him coolly a minute
before replying. -r"
. "You had your fair share of every
thing that wasn't spent in common," he
replied at last. "Now, don't be a fool,
Bill. . Til keep the money, an' when we
get to a safe place youll get what be
longs to you." He made again as if to
put the package in his pocket, but be
fore he could do so Bill had seized his
arm. , "Divider he exclaimed gruffly.
'I say divide, an do it now."
Even by the dim light of the flaring
candle I could see the red and white
passion glowing in Andy's face. ' ' .
"Hands off, you dog!" he cried, "hands
off, or ril hurt you!" .
But the other only tightened his grip
and muttered the one word:
"Divider
For a moment there was rfin The
two men . stood there glaring into each
other's eyes, and I, with the candle tap
ping in my hand and the melted tallow
burning my fingers, 'stared at them in
stupid fright.- Suddenly there was a
whirling fist, the sound of a sharp blow,
and the next instant the two men were
writhing in each, other's arms.
The package 'fever which they fought
was hurled from Andy's grasp, struck
the candle in my hand, and both pack
age and candle fell at my feet. Invol
untarily I stooped and picked the treas
ure up, and even as I did so the candle
spluttered on the damp ground and
went out. The darkness was intense.
But the fight went on. Curses, blows,
the tearing of garments, all sounds of a
hand-to-hand contest told that the men
were still fiercely engaged.
In that moment I gathered my wits
together long enough to plan my escape.
Starting out along the path, crawling on
my hands and knees, feeling my way, I
moved rapidly down the rn'n
. After a little I gained sufficient cour
age to rise and walk, and presently
I found myself at the bank of the stream.
Here I dropped again upon my hands
and crept across the log that spanned
the brook. On the other side I stopped
for a moment and listened. The fight
was still in progress. I could hear the
curses, the thrashing -of the leaves, the
cries of rage and pain, then the sharp re
port of a pistol, and after that silence.
But in a minute some one appeared to
be coming down the path as I had come.
I thought they were giving chase to me,
and I turned and scrambled up the MIL
The way was long and steep, but the
woods on this side of the brook were not
so heavy, and my eyes, accustomed again
to the darkness, were of much service to
me. But I imagined that the robbers
were still following me. I thought I
heard the crashing of the underbrush,
and once I was sure they called out to
me to -stop.
Familiar with every foot of the path,
and clambering rapidly as I was up the
steep hillside, it still seemed to me that
r was going at a snail's pace. I had had
the presence of mind to cling to the
package, and I now thrust it into the
pocket of my coat that I might use both
hands in climbing, grasping roots, twigs,
sod, anything to accelerate my progress.
Finally I reached the top of the hill,
and soon afterward the end of the path
where it met the highway. From here
on the road was level, and I ran.. Behind
me I heard shouting, calling a confu
sion of noises, but I never turned.' Down
through the village street I sped, past
the light in the houses, in at the open
door of the postoffice. and stumbling at
the door sill, fell headlong upon the
floor.', -t
"TheyVe robbed the maiir I cried to
the astonished assemblage. "They've
robbed the mail they're after me I
saved the money." And drawing the
package from my pocket I placed it in
the hands of the clerk and sank exhaust
ed in a chair. For a few moments the
excitement ran high. Everybody ques
tioned me at the same time, but I man
aged to make enough of my story under
stood to give them a clew to the situa
tion, and in a very short time a party
started out in search of the robbers.
. Not fifty yards from the door they
met my father and a neighbor, who had
gone out half an hour earlier to meet
me, and between them they supported
the drooping form of a man. It was
Bill. He was covered with wounds and
exhausted from the loss of blood. It
seems that my father and his companion
had gone out to the turnpike by the
public road, and then finding that I was
already on my way home they had come
back by the path, hoping to overtake
me. Near the foot of the hill they had
come suddenly on the wounded robber,
the cut mail bag and the scattered let
ters. Though greatly alarmed for my
safety, my father waited to gather up
the mail and to help the wounded rob
ber along; but I shall never forget his
look of relief when he Raw me sitting
safe but exhausted in the big chair at
home, in the midst of an adrniring and
sympathizing circle.
Bill recovered from his wounds, and
served a term of years in prison for his
offense, but Andy was never captured,
and even his identity was never known.
The mail package contained $500 in
crisp, new government bills. Homer
Green in Philadelphia Press.
Indian Currency.
J. At Smithers says: A good deal of
Indian, wampum, or money, is occasion
ally found in the southeastern parts of
this state, and a curious feature of it is
the fact that it exactly resembles that
found in the Tndian graves of New Eng
land and Canada, showing that the same
kind of currency must have been in cir
culation among the Indians all over this
continent. There are two kinds found
everywhere in America the white and
the purple, the former being, common
and cheap, the latter scarce and costly.
The purple was made from the eye of
the clam shell, the white from the stem
of the periwinkle shell. The- aim of the
wampum makers seems to have been to
have the beads uniform, smooth and
highly polished, though by what means
they bored a hole through so hard a sub
stance is unknown. The labor expended
on the shells must have been enormous,
and fully justified the estimation in
which the wampum was held. St. LouiH
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