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About The Columbian. (St. Helens, Columbia County, Or.) 1880-1886 | View Entire Issue (June 22, 1883)
.s fJtfSasydSTfiWs mtflU liwi.i. -rW-in- --- - -e- .'-' -vj7iit-t .f.. - ::i . ' - THE COLUMBIAN. THE COLUMBIAN. PUBLISHED EVERY FJUDAT AT ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA CO., OR., ' BT PUBL18HED EVERY FKIDAY AT 8T. HELENS, COLUMBIA CO., OR., BY E. G. ADAMS, Editor and Proprietor. K. G. ADAMS, Editor and Proprietor. ScnscrarTiON' Kates: Aotebtisi50 Rates: One year, la advcce Six months. " ...... Three months, " ......2 00 ST. HELENS, COLUMBIA COUNTY, OREGON: JUNE 22, 18831 1 W NO. 46". One square (10 11dm) first insertion . -12 0a Eaca aubaeqnent Insertion 1 00 ! ... - I ! ' - '. ; . ; i THE COLUMBIAN". VOL. III. JU.JE. The spring 18 cotviet'ing with mmmir, Tta suntbineiero's stronger eaca day. And Jane advancing in Rlory. EJipses the sweet pudding My. 8be come, her bright head crowned with roaei What fragrance her breathiuRs exhalt! With lilies her fair arms are laden. She" queen ol the garden and vale. The merry birds trill hr a welcome. Their golden breasts fUa.i iu the suit A the bear the k ad news to their tell twa. 'Juae's coming! Tnat beautiful out!" "The trees clasp their hand " as she pasw . Her advent brings giadae to all, The daisies that brWhten the meadows. All lint for her da inty footall. She ha been with br wand to the wildwwod. Cupelling ail tiaces of gloom. And now thro gh the garden she loiters. CuUterriDg rich beauty ana bloom. 8he smiles on ihe brooklet, and whltpciH. "hauceon in thy Innocent glee," And tne little brook swells with importance And rushes beadlon; to the sea. We welcome tb. r'gut royal maideu, In tby ves ures ot purple and gold. With tby beautiful traiu of attendant. A place In all heart thou dost hold Sunday Magazine for Jaud. AMOXU THE REDWOODS. It was iu tbe country of the redwoods, that stupendous growth which has won a a world-wide renowu. Who has not heard of the man who built his house and barn and fenced in a two acre lot from the product of oue gigantic tree, of the schooner filled with shingles made from another, of the mile of railway ties furnished by a third? The fame of that unexampled paradise of lumbermen had brought Bryce Ren frew all the way from Maine to invest in the business, with a partner who had more capital, but less practical knowl edge of its requirements. They had procured a site for their mill at the mouth of one of those sballow.tur bulent little rivers which pierce the rocky coast at frequent intervals, and were doing well until one Jules Cray croft started a rival mill within a few miles of them. Crajcroft hud not chosen a water course for his site, and at first thought it would appear that he was placed at a disadvantage, but he kept his teams at work drawing in the logs during the dry season, when the lumber droghers could drop anchor in comparative safety under the bluff, and while .Renfrew & Hayden's men stood idle, while their log accumu lated and they waited for the "rise" necessary to float them down the shal low stream, Craycroft was securing the orders which they had hoped to obtain. But at last the long drought gave promise of breaking up. A leaden-gray sky spread over the forest. There had been rain up the mountain already, and the river had swollen over the rocky points of its bed, and rushed in a froth ing, coffee-colored current toward the sea. All was life and excitement at the log ging camp, but in the midst of the cheerful bustle came one of the frequent aesidents which attend the adventurous life of the lumberman. An axe glanced, flew from its haft, and buried itself in the shoulder of one of the chopper?, who went down under tho blow, with the red blood spurting from the ugly wound. "It's all up with me, I reckon," he said, as his companions gathered about him. "I I wish, though, that death had druv tbe ptake fair. It's as hard on a man as on a tree to be held on a strain jest by a few fibers what's bound to give way soon." "Not when holding on will bring you back to your feet again," said Renfrew, who had been applying a rude com press to the wound. "You'll drive many a stake yet, Neff. Keep up your heart, man. It may take a better surgeon than I am to pull you through, but you shan't die for want of him. I'm off for the doc tor, bovs; see that the work goes on, will you?'' They promised, rr-adily. It was a mag nanimous act for "the boss" to leave his duties at that critical time, and they de termined that he should not be a loier by it. Half an honr later Renfrew was riding at break neck speed, over the trail to the . eoast. It brought him into isight of the river more than once, and his pulses thrilled to see the current charged with the floating logs wuich the men had been launching all the morning. Another turn, however, brought an un welcome sight to his gaze. Tho logs had gorged, and the twisting channel was piled high with the blockaded freight. With an exclamation of blank disap pointment Renfrew reigned in his horse Just below him the liver parrowed to a mere pass between the rocky wall3, and in this passage swung and twisted the key log of the jam. 'It looked as if an effort might torn it loose, and release the timbers which were held above. He sprang from his horse, scrambled down the bank, and made his way out over the bumping logs, to the point he had in view. He had picked up a pole which he used as a pry, but it took only a few minutes' work to assure him that the key log was much more securely fastened than he had at first supposed. The mass of timber behind was spread out in the shape of a triangle, while it was caught in the apex, and held there as if in the jaws of a vice. His utmost efforts failed to release it, and he was forced to relinquish the trial at last. Dropping the pole, he stood upright, wiping the perspiration from his face, when a rush and a roar which had beon dimly apparent to him, broke with renewed forco upon his ear. He looked up, expecting to see the tree tops writhing in a strong wind, but they were almost preternaturally still. The cloxius had gatlu-red in a thick, black mass overhead, but the breathless ness which precedes the storm was uu broken. He knew then what wus coming and turned to face it, dropping down upon the key log, and clasping it with his arnu-none too soon. . A wall of water, which tilled the chan nel from side to side, and towered high above him, swept down upon the gorge, and broke upon the mass of wedged tim ber, which was lifted and thrown forward by its resistless force. Renfrew came up from the sudden plunge, still clinging to his log, with the grating and grinding and bumping of the oiher logs sounding horribly threat ening in his ears came up to find him self afloat on that sudden flood. At the same moment a fork of lightning darted down and played luridly over the land scape, ana wuen it was withdrawn, the rain burst forth, the thunder peeled, the now seething torrent was lashed to mad der fury by the shrieking gusts. iiryce was cmuea to the bone, lie was in constant danger oi being crushed against the rocky walls or between the floating logs; in constant danger of losing his hold when his particular log rolled, as it did more than once, to submerge him in tho stream. How he managed to cling fast, how he was borne onward at race-horse speed, how he found himself presently in a wider portion of the stream, and began to collect his disturbed senses, was ever afterward like a painful dream. He could do nothing but cling fast to his ark of refuge. The river was filled with tossing debris, and, an indifferent swimmer at the best, it would have been sheer madness for him to have left the log and attempted a landing. His only hope lay in being able to leave it when he approached the stiller water of the basin beside the mm. He was hearing it rapidly now. Hay- len, who was at the mill, ought to be there with one or two men armed with looks fixed at the end of long poles, ready to seize upon and draw out the ogs from the fierce current, which other wise must bear them on over the dam. Ordinarily, the force of the stream was not sufficient to carrv them beyond the breaK-water, which protected the basin, but the present flood would over-ride that obstruction and sweep everything before it out to sea. Surely, Hayden would be warned by it in time to guard against their inevitable loss. There he was sure enough, when the basin came in sight, perched upon a flotilla of logs doing what? Bryce raised himself, and strained his eyes through the gloom, as something sinister in the actions of the crouched figure struck him. "Helloa!" he shouted. ! "Grapple on here, Hayden hook on, I say!" The figure straightened, turned. It was not Hayden. Like a flash, Bryce recogcized one of Craycroft's myrmidons a Pike, who had annoyed them before this by lounging about! the mill, and realized the enormity of the act in which the fellow had been engaged. "Spiking our logs!" he breathed, and threw himself forward, to be caught by the irresistible current and borne back, tossed and buffeted, dashed hither and thither, until, with a desperate effort, he succeeded in - regaining the log, as it bung for an instant upon the brink of the chute by which the lumber was passed over the dam. In that instant he took in the scene, the mill seeming silent and deserted, the Pike still standing in hia startied atti tude, gazing after him, the wild, down ward rush of the water until it broke in a track of white foam, and was lost in rough waves of the ocean. ; Then he was in the midst of the rush and roar and down bearing weight of the water. There was a taste of salt brine when he came up at last. .' He had been borne over the chute, through the surge, and out upon the sea lashed just now by one of the sudden storms which make that rugged coast a terror. ; Fortunately it was already beginning to abate. More dead than alive, bruised and beaten and chilled to the very mar row, Bryce Renfrew clung to the log which hail saved him, and was washed toward greater danger than he had yet met. Sudden, impenetrable darkness suc ceeded to the gloomy pall of the storm. He had been swept into one of the nu merous caves which lines that wave eaten Western coast. As he realized what had befallen him, he felt the log jam against the unseen rocks that surrounded him. He threw up his hand, and it touched against the the wall above. ! Tho tid3 was rising, too.' a question of time when It was only his brains would be dashed out against the cruel rocks, or he should be drowned like a rat in a hole. Lying prone, too weak to struggle futther against inevitable fate, with the wave washing his very face, something shone like a star in the darkness over head. It was there one instant, the next it had twinkled out and there was a splash in the water at his side. He put out his hand, and a snaky coil slid over it. ne grasped it, and found a rope. It was the work of minutes in his be numbed condition, to fasten it about his waist; but a feeble jerk at last testified to those waiting above that quest had not been in vain. Ho was then drawn up through a hole in the rocks and staggered when he found his feet. It was long before he knew how he had been saved. He had been seen by the lookout of a Inmber drogher which was anchored be neath the bluff, as the log with its hu man freight, was whirling by and swal lowed up by the current which bore un der the cliff. It was impossible to follow there with a boat, so the Captain had : landed a cou p'e of the crew to give an alarm, and extend what aid they might from the shore. And meanwhile, Hayden, growing im patient when the log failed to appear with the rise, had set out up stream to ascertain tho casue of the delay, and found tho riderless horse of his partner, which was making straight for the mill. He hastened back and set the two hands, who were playing eucro in their bachelor Bhanty, to watching the river, thus effectually putting a stop to Pikes' opportunity for mischief and himself felt in with the sailors who were search ing the cliff. The logs came in with a rush when they began to appear. Renfrew & Hay den dropped to prices j with which Cray fort, with his additional expenses, dared not compete, and it was not long before they had the field entirely to themselves. Neff survived his acoidsnt under the efficieut. though delayed, attendance o tbe surgeon, only to be killed by the falling branch of a tree a few months af terward. Such is life in the redwood forests. Infantile Curiosity. The candor oi the small boy is occa sionally very distressing to his friends and relatives. In the waiting room o the Austin derot there was a ladv with a small boy, and also a benevolent looking old gentleman, who had a very singular protuberance on his nose which attracted the attention of the youth. ."Miter, did God makn that round lump on vour nose?" "Hush, Johnny," siid his mother. "I aiu't talking to you, ma; I am talk ing to this gentleman." "That's a wen on my nose, little boy," said the gentleman, pleasantly. "What did you say?" "Wen." "That's what I say, when?" "What do you mean, little boy?" said the old gentleman, losing patience just a little. "I want to know when God made that lump. He made the nose first, and then nut the lump on it afterward, didn't He?" "Keep quiet, Johnny.' "But, ma, I'm not talking to you. God had to make the nose first, before He put the lump on it, for if lie made the lump first He would have no place to put it, would He?" "The nose was made first," replied the old man, who was a miracle of good na ture. ' "I said so. God made your eyes before He put that lump on your nose, didn't He?" "Yes." "Then you saw God put the lump on your nose, didn t you, or did He put it on your nose when you were asleep?" Here the boy's mother managed to get him under control, but he broke out in a fresh place. "Are you waiting for the train?" "Yes, my boy." "You are not waiting for the train that went off yesterday, are you?" "No, I am not, sonny." "I thought not, because if you was you would get left. But you didn't tell me if you saw God put that lump" Here the mother shoved her handker chief into hia mouth and the scene was over. Texas Siftings. Bismarck with his Candlestick. Etiquette is the code of rules by which great people keep lesser ones in proper respect. Prince Bismarck, when a boy. was rebuked by his father for ppeakmg of the king as "Fritz." "Learn to speak reverently of his majesty," said the old squire of Varzin, "and you will grow ac customed to think of him with venera tion." Young Bismarck laid the advice to heart, and to this day ' the great chan cellor lowers his tone and assumes a grave, worshipful look when he alludes to the Kaiser. If a message is brought to him from the emperor by word of mouth, or in writing, he stands up to re ceive it. When a wedding takes place at the Prussian court, it is the practice for all the state dignitaries to form a candle-processionthat is to say that min isters, chamberlains and hi h stewards take each a silver candlestick' with a lighted taper in their bands, and conduct the bride and bridegroom around the ball room where guests are assembled, and thence into the throne-room, where the pair do homage to the sovereign. At the first royal wedding which occurred after the chancellor was promoted to the dignity of prince and highness, Bismarck failed to appear in the candle procession, and court gossips quickly concluded that he now thought himself too great a man to take part in a semi-menial cere mony. Tbe truth was, however, that the chancellor had been seized with a sudden attack of gout; and at the next wedding he was careful to silence all carpers by carrying his candle bravely like other ministers. Chamber's Jour nal. Peter Cooper and the Bishop. A correspondent says with Peter Cooper a short venerable philanthropist that time told in a talk ago the him the following incident: "I have just had a curious caller an Episcopal bishop, who came to see if I would not join some'evangelical church, so that when I came to die nobody would say that the Cooper union was es -tablished by an atheist or infidel. I told him that I was not an atheist or infidel; I was a Unitarian in belief; I knew no object of worship but the one true and living God; and I considered religion nothing more than a science by which the movements of the material and moral world could be regulated, and I knew no better teacher than the opinion of mankind. He politely said that he perceived that 1 was a scholar. This compliment I was obliged to decline, and I told him that I had never been to school more than three or four months in all my life. If I had my way, I told him, tho worst of the human race, the most depraved wretches, should wake up in another life, not in torment, but in the midst of loving friends and beautiful things. The good bishop did not even try to convert me to any better theology, but he went away with every expression of kindness kindness which I am sure he felt." The eccentric goose of Stuttgart is dead. When but a gosling it left the flock and took up its quarters with a Uh lan regiment. The boys fixed up a shed for it, and for 13 years it remained con stantly with them, except during the Franco-Prussian war, then it camped with a battalion of infantry. When the Uhlans returned it met them, apparent ly as much delighted as the relatives of the men. She has now been stuffed and placed in a heavy glass case. The idea of placing the skeleton of Guiteau on exhibition in the Medical Museum has been abandoned on account of it attracting such crowds. How his bones have bten disposed of is known only to Surgeon-General Crane. Most women tremble at the disoharge of a gun, and yet they are perfectly fa miliar with powdered puffs. Peter the Great and Orloff. Peter the Great is a many sided figure, such a huge one that to view him from all points would involve the making of a very considerable circuit. It would be easy to say that he was a coarse sensual ist, and had undoubtedly many of the tastes of the mere barbarian. He drank to excess and delighted in such practi cal jokes as serving up liye rats and mice in a pie dish covered with the usual paste. While in England his favorite exercise consisted in charging with a wheelbarrow,'- a trimly-cut quickset hedge, which t one time formed the joy of its garden-loVing proprietor. He not only sentenced to death, but apparently himself killed the disaffected son whom he had thrown into prison, and who per ished there. If you inquire into the museum of the Hermitage at St. Petersburg who carved those wooden figures, who turned those ivory ornaments, who made that pair of boots, who built that boat, and answer always is, "The Car Peter." Inquire further who reformed the old Sclavonic alphabet by introducing into it the sym bols and sounds peculiar to the Russian language; who altered the constitution of the Russian Church so as to make the Tzar of Russian, in lieu of the Patriarch of Constantinople, its head; who estab lished factories in Russia; who forced nobles, willing or unwilling, to accept the duties of state Bervice, under pain of losing their privileges; who formed the Russian army; who created the Russian navy; who built St. Petersburg "the window," as some one has said, "from which Russia looks out upon Europe;" who first led Russian levies with success against trained European troops; who among the Tzars was tbe first to get himself formally recognized by Jburope as 'Emperor;" who among the Tzars and Emperors commenced that unceasing war against Turkey which, beginning with a defeat, a capitulation and the nearest approach to the personal sur render of the Tzar, has at length brought Russia up to and beyond the Balkans, and placed her, but for the political atti tude of other powers and the strategical posion of Austria, within easy reach of Constantinople; who with Russian ships first navigated the Caspian; who with Russian troops first made war upon Per sia, who sent out the first Russian expe dition against Khiva with instructions to its chief to dispatch from Khiva military, naval and commercial agent3 "disguised as traders," to India? In every case, the Tzar Peter. Whether Peter was what is called good" need scarcely be considered, and certainly cannot be decided. Exhorted on his death bed to repent of some very bad actions winu no had undoubtedly committed, he said that God would "judge him, net by isolated deeds, but by the whole tenor of his life. He did not, however, like killing the wrong man, and when he was decapitating with his own hand the rebellions strelitzes, or "archers," who , detesting his innova tions from the West, had, during his absence from Russia, risen in insurrec tion against him, hesitated to strike one bold young soldier who advauced gayly toward the block, exclaiming, "Make room here!" and kicking on cither side the fallen heads which stopped the way. "This man will be of use to me," thought Peter. He spoke a few words to him, par doned him, and gave him a commission in one of the regiments that ha was forming. The forgiven one proved worthy of his pardon. His name was Orioff, and his descendants have often shown the same reckless daring which, as exhibited by the family, made so striking an impres sion on the mind of Peter. The Russian system of government has been de scribed as "despotism tempered with assassination," and the Orloffs, as if mindful of their ancestor in his mutin ous days, haye uot always ranged them selves on the side of despotism. But on the whole they have served the govern ment of Rassia faithfully and unscrupu lously; now burning the Turkish fleet in tho bay of Tchesme, through the agency of the newly-invented fire ships, taken into action by the English cap tains; now the more surely to betray her, profesiing the most ardent affection for the unfortunate Princess Tarakanoff, who was to be delivered by her pretend ed lover in the hands of her enemy tho Empress Catherine; now under the Em peror Paul, starting at the head of a force of Cossacks and horse-artillery, on an expedition to Khiva, with Britisn In dia as its final objective. Harper's Mag azine How to Cut Flowers. A reporter found his way into a flor ist's yesterday afternoon and feasted his eyes and nose on the beautiful buds that lay in bouquets there. "How long will this clove piik last?" he inquired. "Oh, with care, a week or ten days. A rosebud will last about the same time. There's a good deal in knowing how to keep flowers' fresh.' "Do you use any preparations? Any salt in the water, or amonia; or the like." "Not at all. That's all nonsense. All that is necessary to keep flowers fresh is to keep them coal and moist. If people instead of dipping flowers in water, or putting them in a vase with water, would simply wrap them up in a piece of wet newspaper, they would find that they would keep far fresher over night. A. wet towel i.-r napkin would be too heavy, and would crush the blooms too much, and, beside, would allow the moisture to evaporate too easily. See that, box of buds. They were packed in Boston, on Monday in wet paper, and you might say they are fresher this morning than when they came off the bush." "Why do you send clear to Boston for rosebuds; haven't you got the same kind Lore?" "Exactly the same kind, but they won't grow so nicely here. Take this Boston bud, for example, and put it be side the natiue bud. They are exactly of the same variety, both being Bon Si lennes. But the stem of the Boston bud is far longer and stouter than that of the native bud. The bud is far more bril liant and the bud is more durable. When the stem is long and thick we do not have to use so muoh wire to strengthen it, and that makes it much more convenient." What advantage has tJoston over Clevveland in the raising of roses." "It's the climate. It is true that it is not so warm there as is here, and it has not been extremely sultry here 'during this winter. But the temperature in greenhouse is easily enough regulated as well as the quantity of moisture in the air, nnd the soil is made just so rich with all gardeners. It can't be because they are more skillful in raising flowers there than we are here, for 1 know of garden ers who have oome here from the east and expected to do the same things they did there and failed completely. Even in New York the florists sell ten Boston buds to one of their own growth, and it is just so all over tho country. You know the more culture there is bestowed upon a rose the more double it becomes that is, the more of these etamans turn into petals. Well, I suppose that, as lioston is credited with possessing an atmosphere of 'culcbah, that has something to do with it." Cleveland (O) Herald. j Above a Roaring Tempest. The wi iter was one of a half dozen persons who took refuge on a recent Sunday evening in the little; observatory on Lookout Mountain Point during the fearful storm. Entranced with the scene ry east of the mountain, and part of the time shut' off by the wooded summit from a glance at the west,' a hideous storm cloud had gathered unobserved by us, and was rushing towards our place of refuge. It was rolling on with awful rapidity. We could not retrace our footsteps and escape. Ourj only hope for shelter was in the observatory. We entered. Just think of it! ; Six persons seeking safety from a storm j in a small 16x20 frame house which stands right on the verge of a precipice 2000 feet high. Good heaven! How I shuddered and shrank down with horror when I glanced at the coming tornado through one window, and then crossed the room to another and looked down,! down.down through the tops of the trees at the foot of that mighty precipice and contem plated being overturned by the raging elements. Thunder pealed terrific blast after blast, until tho huge rocks beneath us seemed to quiver at the grating sound. In another moment the cloud swept over the mountain beyond the valley beneath, then around the brow of Lookout, be low our refuge, like a vast unpent ocean. Tho forest bowed before it. The rumbling, crashing, roaring din sounded like an avalanche of worlds. For a while we were literallv above the storm. but the elouds at length gushed around the observatory, filling our room full of dense vapors turough a broken window, and death to our party seemed inevita ble. The wind howled about us and lashed our frail refuge with brush, huge limbs and other thiDgs which it hurled up from the west side of the mountain. Gale after gale struck the building and harder and harder each dashed, until the creaking timbers seemed to portend our early plunging, house and ail, two thousand feet down through the mighty convulsed ocean of cloud and air. The fierce, raging storm gradually cea.ed, and just at sunset, though the rain still poured, we started down to the city. For a half mile along the moun tain top we drove through clouda which soemed to us to be fairly melting into sheets of water. Chattanooga Commer cial. ! Andersouville of To-flay. t 1 " ( Anderson is the name of a station on the southwestern railroad, about sixty miles from Macon. It is nothing but a railroad station, and the only thing that characterizes the spot is the immense Union cemetery of some twenty acres, over which floats the star spangled ban ner. The cemetery is constructed on the spot where the prisoners were buried, and the trenches were dug with such precis sion and regularity that the soldiers were not disturbed,but were allowed to remain as their comrades interred them, working under the watchful eye and fixed bayonets of the Georgia Home Guard. i Tho cemetery is surrounded by a stout wall, with an iron gate, and is under the supervision of a superintendent, who lives on the grounds. It is a plain spot. There is not much attempt; to ornament this city of our martyred dead. It would take a great deal of ovon such influence as flowers and plants to dispel the mel ancholy memories that haunt this hill in the pine woods of southern Georgia. There are actually buried on this eleva tion 13,716 men. The soldier whosa. identity was preservod by his comrades is marked in his resting plajse by a whito marble stone rising ten inches above the ground. A square marble block with the word "Unknown" on it is repeated about a thousand times in the cemetery. Part of the stockade is still standing. There are two rows of trees one inside the other. The outer post has fallen down save a few posts here and there, but a large part ot the inner wall still stands. Trees have grown up around the old pen, and a thick growth of un derbrush now covers the site of the prison No traces of the famous brook that ran through the stockade remain, nor of the wonderful well I dug by the prisoners. It is all now j a mild and peaceful section of country. Many of the soldiers in the cemetery! have hand some headstones lifted to their memory by Jfriends in the North and efforts aro frequently made to havo certain graves "kept green" with j flowers and shower pot i Au Odd Firm.! Camp Curtin was not properly a camp of instruction. It was a rendezvous for the different companies which had been reeruited in various parts of the state. Hither the volunteers oame by hundreds and thousands for the purpose of being mustered into the service, i . Shortly after after our arrival in camp, Andy ' and I went down j to buy such articles as we supposed a soldier would be likely to need a gum blanket, a journal, a combination knife-fork-and-spoon, and so on to the endj of the list. To our credit I have it to record that we turned a deaf ear to the solicitations of a I i 1 certain dealer in cutlery, who insisted on selling us each a rovolver and an ugly -looking bowie-knife in a red morocco sheath. "Shentlemen, shust te ting you viil need ven you goes into de battle. Ah, see dis tnile, bow it shines! Look at dia very fine revolfer! But Moses entreated in vain, while bis wife stood at the Btreet door looking' at, a regiment marching to the depot, weep ing as li her heart would breaic, and wiping ber eyes with the corner of her npron from time to time. "Ah, de poor boys!" said she. 'Dere dey go again to do great 'war, way from dere homes and dere mutters and dere sweethearts and vives, all te be kilt in de battle. Dey will nefer any more coom back. Ah, it is so wicked! But the drums rattled -on, and the crowd on the sidewalk gazed, and Moses, behind his counter, smiled pleasantly as he cried up his waresand wenton selling bowie-knives and revolvers to kill men with, while his wife went on weeping and lamenting becanse men would be killed in the wicked war, and "nefer any more coom back." The firm ef Moses and wife struck us as a very strange comoination of business and a a sentiment, x uo not Know how many revolvers Moses sold ; nor bow manv tears iiia Kuoa who sueu: out n sne went I i a i . . i m whenever a regiment marched down the street to the depot her eyes must have been turned into a river of tears. From Recollections of a Drummer-boy." by li. M. Kieffer. Shooting at Long Range. Jacob Flesh applied to the goveren ment for a pension, alleging that he was engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with his sabre for a distance of five miles, near Huntonville, Virginia, July 2, 1863, and while in that fight was out in the right arm and shot iu the left arm and leg. One of the government pension examin ers at Washington wrote in reply: "The claim is inadmissible without further and more definite information. The claimant is therefore required, with the return of this letter, to state, under oath, what caused him to get into a fight with his sabre; what kind of a sabre it was he got into a fight with; how he happened to have a hand-to hand fight with it; whether there were any witnesses pres ent during the fight; how he managed to to get shot while fighting with his sabre; whether he believes tbe sabre shot him; whether It shot anybody else; whether he shot it; how many shots were fired; who fired the first shot; whether the soldier was in the habit of fighting with his sa bre; how long he fought it, and whether he had ever fought any other sabre. It should be shown by competent testi mony whether the soldier shot the sabre or the sabre shot the soldier. It should also be shown whether he fought for the distance of five miles apart, or the sabre was five miles long." Grant Coun ty (Wis.) Herald. A Mtory of PoLsou. In a speech in favor of vivisection. some weeks ago, Sir Lyon Playfair made a great hit by a story of two Uermant experimenting with a poison he would not name, which produced no immediate effect, but killed sometime afterward, if those who had taken it were not made idiots by its use. Of the two who took this poison, one died (said Mr. Playfair) and the other is in an idiot asylum. He argued that had they experimented upon rabbits thev would have saved their lives. It has, however, been since as serted that this lamentable occurrence was due to quite another case, having arisen out of some experiments made with merourie ruethyde in Dr. Odling's laboratory. The two men had just com pleted their work, when they spilt a flask containing the poison on the table. Un willing to do the work over again, they preferred to sop the staff up with sponges, and unwittingly inhaled the poison, which arose in a vapor. One died under its Influence almost im mediately. The other, having spent days in warning his fellow chemists of the dangers they were exposed to in using it, grew gradually worse, and died a month after the occurrence. The Hand of Provident. "Yes, sir, I believe the hajufbf Provi dence is sometimes shown in these mat ters of speculation," replied the old broker, as he tilted his chair back. "Have vou any instances?" "Yes, two of 'em. Seventeen years ago I put every dollar I could raise into a spec on cotton. If I won I vowed that I would give the Methodists in my town $500 to build a steeple on their church. Gentlemen, I was hedged around and fenced in with dimonlues and disasters, but the hand oi 1'rovitience pulled me through and I made $38,000. "What was the other case?" "Well, I put about $40,000 into wheat and oorn, and I vowed that if I won I would give $2,000 towards a Baptist cnurcn. "And the hand of Providence pulled you through, ha?" "No, sir. She scooped me stone blind. I reckoa she didn't favor the Baptist religion." - Ho Place Like Home. "Have you no home?" "Oh, yes, I've got one." "Why don't you go there then?" "Because I don't want to." "But you should, forthe poet says, 'be it ever so humble, there's no place like home."" "And right the poet was, too. I was at home not an hour ago, and the house was turned upside down, all the beds out of the windows, and the furniture in' the corners, and my wife with a dish-rag around her head, and the children so dusty you couldn't clean 'em with a feather brush, and the hired girls raising Sam Hill, and four niggers beating car pets, and the paper hangers at work, and a window cleaner with a hose turned on, and no dinner and no prospeot of any, and the deuce to pay generally oh, you and the poet are snoutin', and you're mighty right, too, there's no place like home." Drummer. The next time you see two ladioa kiss ing each other just notice how auioklv they let go. ALL SORTS. The Boston Globe nays the reason wash day comes next to Sunday is because cleanliness is next to Godliness. ; A Montreal clergyman who was too ill to preach on a recent Sunday wrote a sermon and had another minister read it hile he listened to its delivery by the telephone. All religious instructions or even allu sion to religion in the schools of Francs la so strictly forbidden by the now law on the subject that the name of Deity is carefully expunged from the how text N books. ' A man on Cow Creek, Cal.. is tasking money running a skunk ranch. The ani mal's secretion, so offensive to ihe Cau casian nostrils, is highly prized by Chi nese as a medicine, and they pay a large price for it. A shad net in Quinnepao river, in North Haven was so heavily loaded with fish that Charles Thomas, while helping to pull the net ashore, lost his footing and was drowned. His body was drawn ashore in the net with twenty bushels of . fish. A bevr of erirls surprised a voune stu dent in Indianapolis making a mo ft im passioned speech to a dozen blocks of wood and a saw-horse. They told it on him and his presence caused a smile wherever he went. At last be turned the case he was preparing over to an other and left for parts unknown. Taking the sinew with which sa old beggar woman laced her shoe, Ole Bull. put it on his violin it place of the four strings. He stood beside the mendicant in the door of the church in her native Swedish town and played such touching. plaintive airs, that every one who passed dropped a coin in her lap. An Australian servant, after arrang ing terms with her new employer, asked if she would object to her bring- mg her babe along, saying it would be no trouble, as it was dead and pick led. It was born and had died while her husband was absent on a sea voyage, and she had it preserved in this wsy that he might see it on bis return. What is alleged to be a piece of the true cross has come to light at Poitiers, in an old chest. It was sent to a saint in the second half of the sixth century by the Emporer Justin, from Constanti nople. It is mounted in gold and enam el of exquisite Byzantine manufacture. and excites great interest. It disap peared during the revolution of 1789. One Chinaman bet another that he oould swim back and forth across the Sacramento river, quicker than he could. It was a cold bath, aad. when they reach ed the other side one of them went into . a shanty and warmed himseii, bat the other started back. On his way he was taken with cramp and drowned, amidst the cheers of those betting against him. A Wisconsin court had decided in fa vor of a woman who had applied for a divorce, but the formal decree was likely to be delayed, until the next day. Her lawyer protested, and, being compelled to give a reason for the hurry, lie ex plained that his client's betrothed sec ond husband was in the room, and that the couple wished to go at once to a min ister for marriage. Tho Judge ordered the decree to be made out forthwith. A petition of Matthew T. Ryan, Juliet, his wife, and their childen. Clyde E.. Hattie M. and Lulu, to change the fam- ily name to Millington, has been granted - by Judge lurzman, of Troy, :i. x. The parties claimed that tbe name of "Patrick Ryan," owing to the notoriety of "Paddy" Ryan, unpleasantly affected their social relations, and that the busi ness of the first named petitioner was in jured in consequence. T1IE FASHIONS Silkworm green is soberly announced as the latest tint in that shade. Plain jerseys of red or blue are much worn with lawn tennis costumes. Sleeves of dresses and wraps aro worn exceedingly high, and fall on the shoul der. The Chinese driving cloak with sabot sleeves has taken the place this season of the French redingote. Silk jerseys, gloves in strawberry red. Eale yellow, nun's gray, and black will e more in vogue this summer than kid gloves of any sort. In French importations of coetumes tho polonaise reappears onoe again in varied forms, and with endless styles of drapery and garniture. Pale yellow and bright gold are the colors triumphant even in floral garni ture. Tbe gaudy sunflower has sank -into oblivion, but is replaced by prim roses, cowslips, marigolds, kingcups, narcissus and marshmallows. Burnished gold, mandarin yellow.and the creamy shade of raw silk are tbe tints in yellow more favored this season than that of old gold or copper-color, so fashionable last year; while sage green has given way to a peculiar leaden-green known as porphyry; and cadet blue is replaced by nemohhilac the color of that flower. Handsome toilets of strawberry colored ottoman silk are shown, with deep flounces edged with wide cross-way bands of the darkest plum-colored velvet. the flounces being put ou with several rows oi drooping pulls. The back draping is a blending of the two ma terials; the sides have panels of the vel vet, and the graceful Babet coat opens over an embroidered waistcoat, also of the velvet. The newest red parasols are trimmed with ficelle lace, the laov eing put on each gore fan fashion. Many the satin parasols have flower-brocadeu linings, with lace arranged on the outside, to bo carried with Watteau oostumes. Others are of chine silk oroche, edged with marabout. There will'probably bs more novelties presented before the season is over, but the flat, Japanese-shaped sun shade has quite disappeared from good society, and is only carried over the head of tho maiden from some sequestered district, who, triumphant ia the mitigated glories of a fresh color, a brand-new gown of the largest, gayest plaid procurable, has como to thi city, porhaps intending to take th (An iJ ?itorB; - r