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J. R. N. BELL, - - Proprietor.
FINEST JOB OFFICE
.IN DOUGLAS COUNTY.
CARDS, BILL HEADS, LEGAL BLANR
And other Printing, Including
Large am Estu Posters aM Sfcowj tod-Bills,
Neetlj and expeditiously executed
AT PORTLAND PRICES.
One Year -
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These are the ternti of ihoM paying In ftdranee The
Retik w offer tine indueeuuxita to advertiser. Term
ROSEBURG, OREGON, FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 1885.
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Watcbmater, Jeweler aal Optician,
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Dealer In Watrhm, C'leckn. Jewelry,
Hpertaelee and Kyrglawaes.
ixs a ma LI!I or
Cigars, Tobacco & Fancy Goods.
Th, only reliable Oytorner in tows for the proper adjust
ment of Spectacle ; alwai on hand.
Depot of the Genuine Brasilian Pebblt Speo-
taelei and Eyeglasses.
OrFicK First Door South of Postoflice,
- KOSKIllUCi. OREGOX.
Boot and Shoe Store
ItOSEIIURtt. OREGON, .
On Jackson Street, OpposlU the Port Office,
Keep on hand the largest and beat aMortment of
Eastern and Man Francisco Boots and
Shoes, Ciaiters, Hllppers,
And STervUilim in the Boot and Shoe line and
SELLS CHEAP FOR CASH.
Boots and Shoes Made to Order, and
Perfect Fit Guaranteed.
I use the Best of Leather and Warran all
f my work.
Repairing Neatly Done, on Short Notice.
I keep always on hand
TOYS AND NOTIONS:
Musical Instruments and Violin Strings
CLARK & BAKER, Props.
Having purchased the above named mills of
JG. Stephens fie Co.. we are now prepared to fur
nlsh any amount of the best quality of
ever offered to the public in Douerlas county,
We will furnish at the mill at the following
No. 1 rough lumber.
No. 1 flooring1. 6 inch . ....... -. ....$24 M
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No. 1 flnsihln lumber 820 M
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Office on Main street, opposite Cosmopolitan ;
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Next Door Live Oak Saloon.
Shaving and Hair Cutting in a Workmanlike
Home Made Furniture,
UPHOLSTERY, SPRING MATTRESSES, ETC,
Constantly on hand.
I have the Best j
STOCK OF FURNITURE
South ef Portland.
And all of my own manufacture.
No Two Prices to Customers.
RealJenU of Dougla County are requested to ghe me a
eall before purchasing elsewhere.
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RICHAED THOMAS, Proprietor.
This Hotel has been established for a num
ber of years, and has become very pop
ular with the traveling public.
FIRST-CLASS BLEEPINQ ACCOMMODATIONS
; . AJf D THE
Table supplied with the Beat the Market affords
Hotel at the Depot of the Railroad.
H. C. STANTON,
e Hry 13-oods,
Keeps constantly on hand a general assortment of
Extra Finfi Grop.firifia.
WOOD. WILLOW AUD GLASSWABE,
ALSO , ,
CROCKERY AND CORDAGE,
A full stock of
Such as required by the Public County Schools.
All kinds of Stationery. Tays and
TO SUIT BOTH TOUKQ AND OLD.
Buys and Sells Legal Tenders, furnishes I
Cheeks on .Portland, and procures
Drafts on San Francisco.
SEEDS I SEEDS!
ALL KINDS OF THE BEST QUALITY.
Promptly attended to and goods shipped
. with care.
IIACIIEXY A BEXO,
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OUT IN THE WORLD.
The inevitable day "- '
OC their pait.iitf sweetly rose:
Day of dread to them tuut stay,
Day of hope to him who goes. -
When the rambling coaeh-and-four
Round the shady porch appears,
They dismiss him from tlie door
With their blsintf and their tears.
Something bright his eyelash hides:
On the coach's topmost seat
Bravely smiling forth he r.des, -
In the Maytimj 'rjsh and sweet.
Backward with a boyish praee
lie has waved his last adieus:
Forward turns his morning fate i
To the future's ruddy hues. .
While they follow from a'ar
-With blurred vinion. to liia gaze.
Something fairer tl a i a star -Trembles
through the heavenly haze.
Young ambition's diadem
Floats before lum, vague and dim.
Lonely grief ab des witn them,
Youthful rapture rides With him.
He has vanished from their ken;
Gone from counsel and reproof :
Out Into the world of men,
From the desolated rpof.
Joy wl h him has fled awny;
And a strange tnneieai gioom
Falls upon a vacant day, .
Fills-his empty, silent room.
Youth Is thoughtless, not unkind;
Ah, dear boy, If he but knew .
What deep salaee they will find
in his leit.-rs, all too few!
They await ra h hour that brings
Tidings of nis fair career.
With wlia' anxious questionings,
With what faith, and with what fear!
Faith that ever in the sight
Of protecting siraphlm
He will follow trutu and right,
. Letting fortune follow him.
Fear lest he may loter in
Perilous ways of pleasant vice,
And mistake (he flow ers of sin
For the blooms of l'aradise.
Danger lurks on every side:
hpen thrift pleasure's sparkling bowl,
a'm amoition, greed and pride
iit j tlie he u it ai d drug the soul.
For ignoble t sent ease
Youth m ly tor eit manhood's crown;
. And tiie weak heart's wis' t please
Drags the nobler vhtt e dwn. .
Will he, in a world where wrong
Sways tiiw m my, riht the few,
Tread w t'.i Instincts pure and strong.
Shnn the lalse and choose the true.''
He the while, with hope elate,
As If life were always May,
Journeys onward, to wl a f :ite
. He divines nom re ti.au they.
. Is It health and happl ies.?
Is it soul-cons, m.ag caie?
Is It honor and 8'ici es4?
Is it failure and despair?
Spirit strung for generous strife,
. Smilj to open every dc o-,
What fresh ste ics of joyous life
May hisj-en m not explore!
Enterprise an i wit nn I skill,
Haughty, en ler, bi a e and Just,
Shall his future n-t fulfil
His bright promliehf grraftrGlttS-
rain the prom se:e!l, may be,
That beyontUtre azure brim
cXiUllVr!?"0 m in can see
Wlutrtne wide worl 1 hoi Is for him.
Learn this truth and leave the rest:
Each, whatever his estate, ,
In his own unconscious breast
Bears the talisman of fat j.
Who has strength, with s if control,
I.o.eand faith and rjctitude,-
Fortune fails not, for his soul
Is t ie lodestar of all good.
J. 'V. Trovbridje, in youth's Companion.
Where I Found Her, and How She
Became My Quest.
It was getting dusk, and I could hear
the church clock strking, across the
water, six o'clock: There were still
faint streaks of red and bars of light in
the western sky. and the new moon
hung like a sickle overhead. I was
country born, young and strong, and I
knew no fear, though the road was
lonely and ther had been much talk in
the village of gipsies and tramps, and
the passengers in the coach coming
from London had been robbed not so
many weeks ago. I had been a long
way across the country, and Tiger and
I hurried home, now thinking (at least.
I thought, and Tirer was the most
sympathetic of dog) that, before th
clock struck the half-hour we should
be sitting comfortably by the fireside
Tae path ran for some little distance
close to the Black Pond; the hills rose
steep on either side of it? here and there
was a cluster of bushes, here and there
a tree hung over the deep water. In
the fast fad.ng tw l ght I couM still see
the reflections ?harp and clav I was
so close to he water that I could watch
the little ripples on its surface. The
path was muddy in places; ! picked
my way cant ously from one dry spot
to another. Tiger was a few yards in
front of me. Suddenly he growled and
dashed forward with a bound. "Iiger,
Tiger!" I called, and even at the same
moment I felt rather than saw that
dark fiure Jnovins fr?nt of mo
moving sw. my, noiselessly, away
from me under the shadow of the
bushes. "Who is there?"
.-No answer, only Tiger turned snd
denly and slunk back to my side. There
were st jr.es enough about the pond
and its deep waters. Not so many
years s'nee, a couple of lovers had lost
their lives there; it was said that the
body of the gill had never been found,
Something I had seen, and Tiger hat
seen it, too. Could it be the ghost of
that luckless maid? A low moaning
sound fell on my ear; horror-stridken
turned and fltni m the hill as fast as
my feet could carry me. But I did not
run far. "What is th:s?" aked my
better ell. ' Phoebe Lvncombe, w.l
ou,. the daughter of a trave sold er
who died for his country', the w.fe of as
tiue a sador as ever sailed in the K. ng
flee will you turn coward and fly in a
panic? Re' urn, and s. e if you can help
any fellow-creature in misery. Re
turn and face the danger, and God be
Some Mich thoughts ran through my
brain. : l was aiwavs one to act on lm
pulse, and 1 retraced my steps, walking
with a bold front and beating heart
straight in the direction of the shadow.
I could see it now again, a tall figure
a woman's Ugure in a long cloak
Once it stopped and h'd itself beneath
a tree l must have passed by had not
Tigsr growled and shown hi teeth.
W ho are vou? ' I called in despera
tion "tell me. Are von ill? Can I
help you? 1 -
1 hen in the silence of the evening it
crept out of the darkness and glided
qu'ckly towards the edge, the very edge,
oi trie ponu.
"Take care!" I shouted, "the water
is deep." - ' '
For all answer it flung off the cloak,
threw up its arras and plunged into the
Black Toad with a shriek. One glance
I bad of a white face, theface of a beau
tiful woman, her black hair streaming
round her; and then I rushed to the
water's edge, beside myself with hor
ror. I was more than a mile from the
viJlage. I could get no, help it was
vain to scream. By good-luck the dog
was with me. "Seize her, Tiger! seize
her!" and as I raised my hand he
sprang after the woman. A tree spread
its branches far over the pond at this
point. I crawled along a. bough asiar
as it would bear me, and so hanging
over the water managed to gain a firm
hold of her dress. By Heaven's mercy
the pond was not .'so' very doep at this
spot; I do not think, that she was ever
fairly out of her depth, and she had not
lost consciousness. How we did it I
can not exactly tell you, but between
us t-T ger and nie we got her out,
shivering, but alive, on to the bank
moaning and wringing her hands, but
alive and,' as far as I could see, unhurt.
There was no time to question her. I
must get home home to the warm fire
side, and take her with me. "Come,"
I said, holding her hand tight in mine,
"come." She lifted her eyes and looked
at me they were-Wild with terror; her
lips moved, but she spoke in a strange
tongue that I could not understand.
I took up the cloak that lay oi the
ground and wrapped It round her, tak
ing eare that her face was turned away
from the pond. I went my way very
slowly, half dragging her, up the hill,
and ever and anon she stopped to gasp
for breath and to sob and moan. Half
past six struck, and seven struck be
fore we reached the garden gate, with
Tiger sn fling at our heels. Miriam,
the hr,u e-keeper, was there watching
for me. She is a discreet woman: I
knew I could trust her. "There has
been an accident; help me take the lady
in," I said.
Miriam asked no more; she put her
arm round the lady and carr.ed her
fa'nt ng to her own room. We got her
wet clothes off; Miriam lighted the lire
and made a hot posset (from my grand
mother's recipe), and little by little the
stranger came to herself and Opened
her eyes, again with the wild stare that
I had seen before.. "" How' thankful I was !
to be eo far f.om the terrible pond!
"Senbra," she .a'd, trying to sit up,
"I will intrud s no more; 1 will de
I answered her that she was too
weak to think of departing, that she
wast aweicome Jest ; that she must
sleep nowanil to-morrow we would
"As ox will, senora," she replied;
"I owe all to you- 1 kiss your hand."
And so her head fell back on the pil-
ow, and she could speak no more for
verywear.ness. A tew moments later
and she was fast asleep, with her dark
:iair spread around her, her dark eye-
ashes resting, on her cheek. Her
hands were clasped together as if she
were praying; l noticed that they
were white and beautifully formed, on
one of them she wore a broad gold
rinr. How did she come to be wander-
g alone by the Black Pond? Who
was she? Whence did she come? I
was thankful ah! very thankful that
had been there to help her at that
awful moment. The tears sprang to
my eyes as I stooped and kissed her.
M riam is my own dear nurse who was
with my mother as a girl, and lived
with me during my husband's absence.
He had sailed many, many months ago'
(I write of the year 182-) for a long
cruise, erne persuaded me to change
my wet pelisse, she combed and
brushed niy hair, and reassured me
about the Strang j la ly. Not till then
did I know how very tired I was.
Mv visitor passed a restless nisrht :
for days she lay in a fever, shivering
and talking fast. JNow and then she
burst out into broken English, asking
for a certain Captain Charles Walters
over and oyer again. He had lodgings
at Plymouth, it would seem, and she
could not find the house. Miriam is as
clever a nurse as she. is a erood house
keeper, and she nursed the lady with
the greatest care. By decrees our pa
tient recovered without the aid of a
doctor, who 1 ved a good ten-miles'
ride across country, and of whose skill
M riam had no high opinion. But she
had many simple remedies of her own.
and these she uied, and she made
dainty d shes and cooling draughts,
and at last there came a day when the
lady sat by the fireside, with a faint
touch of color on her cheek, and then
she told us her story. I will make it
short, but I can not make it les3 sad.
Her name was Dolores de R ano; she
was a Spaniard born (as I had
guessed), an orphan, and she had
oeen wooed and won by an English offi
cer, whose slrp lay at anchor in the
port of Barcelona, hard by the house
where she lived with an uncle. (I
too,, took an interest in Barce
lona, as my husband had described
the place to me in his letters.)
This officer had married Dolores
secretlv; his ship had sa led, and he
left her with the wedding ring', which
she dared not show, ana his address
written on a slip of paper "Lieuten
ant Walters, 18 Melrose Terrace, Ply
mouth." And there she was to join him
as soon as he should send for her. For
a whole year she had no t d ngs from
him, then she took her pasage to Ply
mouth in a merchant ship. They had
a miserable passage, being delayed on
the voyage by adverse winds. She had
finally landed at Plymouth : with a few
olden p'eces in her purse, friendless
"nd alone. She had asked In vain for
tlelrose Terrace no one knew of such
street, or indeed of the existence of
her husband, Lieutenant Charles '....Wal
ters. After a few weeks her purse was
i.earlv empty. She knew not where to
tarn for help; at last she thought to
nd her husband in London, and as
she cou!d not pav for coach fare she re
solved to walk, all those many mile.'
Then as she passed the Black PoncT
that even'ng, faint , and suffering, she
could no longer endure the misery of
suspense, and-had rushed into the wa
ter, filled with a frantic longing to be
Having told 'her story . with many
tears, she called upon the holy saints
to bless me for my goodness (I repeat
what she said). But my heart was full
of anger toward the man who had so
ill-treated her this Charles Walters,
as he styled himself for neither Mir
iam nor I believed that he, had given
he- his . right name. I did not fell her
t'ufs, of course. But I could jiot keep
back what I felt in talking to Miriam.
My face grew hot, and I clenched my
hand as I cried; "He is a heartless
tra tor!" - - - , v
"There may be a misunderstanding,
madam; the lady trusts him still."
"I do not believe it," I said; "he has
deceived her cruelly." - You see I was
young, and I spoke out what I fell.
Miriam put her fingers to her lips,
but it was too late. Dolores, from her
couch in the next rrom. had heard me
and called me to her s'Uh. :
' "Nevertheless, sefforaire is sfc'll ray
love and my husband. Tlvnk, madam,
if your husband should "
"3y husband!" I exclaimed. "It
could not be. But if it were possible
that he could deceive me, I would never
speak to him again, or desire to be
She sighed, and took my hand in
hers, and pressed it. - How prettjr she
was in a gray gown of nrne, adorned
with a bunch of rose-colored ribbons.
Day by day she grew more lovely, and
day by day I discovered fresh virtues
in her. ;
I had not any one to consult at
home, so I went to our old clergyman
and asked him to write letters on Do
lores' behalf, making inquiries con
cerning her husband. Th's he did, and
after some weeks the answers came, all
with the same result. No one had
heard of Lieutenant Walters, and
there was no such name on
the list of officers in hisMaje-ty's Navy.
By degrees we left off expecting. to get
any good news, only I cherished a se
cret hope that when Ambrose, my hus
band, came homi in a couple of
months he would throw some light on
the subject. Dolores stayed ou with
me, and I learned to love her dearly.
The neighbors were all pleased with
her society, and no one knew besides
Miriam that I had found her on that
autumn eveninjr by the Black Pond.
'After that there came bitter days for
me.Phoebe Lyncombe. It was Easter,
and the good ship "Thunderbolt" was
long due at Plymouth, and there was
no news of her. I had thought to have
my husband with me before, the prim
roses were out. and now the hedges
were yellow with blossoms and he never
came. My. uncle, an old Admiral who
res'ded at Plymouth, had long promised
to send me a mounted messenger as
soon as he should have tidings of the
"Thunderbolt," and day after day I
stood by the garden gate and looked
down the road in vain. In my trouble,
Dolores seemed to forget her own; she
thaered me. bore with mv fr of de
spair, and was hi all ways like a loving
sister during that dark season. Une
afternoon she had gone to the par
sonage with a message, and I sat try
ing to sew by the parlor window. The
ivy was beginn ng to put forth its
young shoots, a delicious perfume of
violets! was wafted in from the garden.
The room was tr'm and orderly, a bowl
of yellow cowslips stood on a table by
the side of my inlaid work-box--it was
one of Ambrose's many presents. 1
saw myself reflected in the mirror
hanging on the wall oppos te, sitting
on a high-backe 1 chair over my tam
bour frame, with my hair gathered
h:gh on my head, a handkerchief
pinned across my neck,' and the puft'ed
sleeve of my gown ending above my
elbowj Behind me was the door; even
as I looked it opened quickly. There
was a step I knew, the sound of a voice
I loved: "Where are you? Phoebe, my
wife!" No more sighing over the
frame, no more grazing in the mirror,
no more watch'ng for the messenger;
before I could well jump from my seat
he was there, his face was close to my
lips Well, it isolores' story that
1 am telling vou, not mine.
Safe, safe home at last, and there
had been no mishap beyond contrary
winds; he had o'utridden the messenger
on the road. The time passed quickly.
As we sat s'de by sTd:i looking out on
to the landscape, the hills and dales
all srreen with the sweet freshness of
sorin?. he took mv hand aain in his.
and then I noticed that he wore a ring
that I had never seen . before. "What
a masruificent ring, Ambrose!" I sa'd.
holding his hand up to the light that 1
might see it better. It was of foreign
workmanship, curiously chased, and in
the center was a flashinjr stone set m
diamonds. To my surprise, Ambose
did not answer at once, but looked
troubled; at last he sa d: "I can not
tell you the whole story of the ring
now, dearest Phoebe, it belongs to my
brother Charlfordy he :s ill at Plymouth;
to-morrow you shall hear all about it.
I knew that Charlford's mad freaks
and misbehavior had long: been a cause
of anxiety to Ambrose (Charlford was
h's youngest and best-beloved brother),
so I forbore to grieve him with another
word on the subject. Y
"Is that -our good Miriam at the
door? ' a-,ked Ambrose, presently.
There was certainly a step in the pas
sage; but "when I went to seek Miriam
I found her in her own room at the
farther end of the house. Afterward,
I remembered . that soma one had
passed along the hedge and gone out at
the garden-gate, but at that time I took
no notice of the occurrence. When the
supper-bell rang I began to wonder
where Dolores could be. It was long
ftast her usual ho ir for returning. At.
ast I sent a maid to the parsonage bid
ding her hasten home. Alas! she had
left an hour ago. We searched all
through the hotis, in the -garden and
the paddock; it grew dark, and I could
no longer concal my distress. Am
brose, too, looked grave. He went
with the coachman, and they nfade in
quires in the v.llage: they even walked
as far as the Black Pond, but they
tound no trace or JJolores. '
There was iothlag more to be done,
we. "could but wait for the morning,
when my husband a;d that he would
h'm jelf ride to Plymouth, and send out
mounted m jsscngers to scour the coun
try; she could not be far off.
Very early the next day a little piece
of paper was brought to me. VitI
difficulty I deciphered the words that
were written in pencil: "Dear and bon
ored Senora Do not seek to find me. I
shall never, return. 1 have left with
my free will. Ever and ever will pray
for yon your devoted and grateful serv
ant. 1 kiss your hands and your feet.
Dolores de Riano Walters."
Ambrose was alwars a man of .few
words. He made no comment on the
letter. Very shortly he bade me a
loving farewell, and set forth on his
journey. "I spent the day alone, hoping
for the return of Dolores. Surely, I
said to myself, Ambrose, or one of the
men, must find her soon she could not
walk far, and there was no coach to bo
hired in the village even if she had the
means to engage one; and I-knew how
slender were the contents of her purse.
Why had she left me? Was her brain
unhinged by trouble? Would she again
seek to put an end to her life? Late
in the afternoon ; I wrapped a mantle
round me and went out to breath
the : air. Perhaps I should meet
-one of - the party and - hear
the news that I dreadedftnd yet longed
to hear. The gorse-hedge at the end
of the garden gleamed golden - in the
sunlight as I passed; the bed by the
sundial was red and blue with flower
ing hyacinths;-the ferns in every ditch
and in every stone wall were putting
forth their brown and -green fronds;
the air was full of the sounds
of Spring. iTiger-was basking in the
sunshine by the gate. "Tiger!" I cried,
struck with anew idea, "find her, good
dog. Seek Dolores!" He seemed to
understand at once when I fetched
a scarf of hers and held it up to
him. Without more ado he set oil
down the lane, and took a short cut
across a field to a neighboring wood.
Every now and then he stopped and
licked nay hand, as I followed close be
hind him. It was warm and sheltered
in the pine wood; the ground was slip
pery with fir-nee dies. The dog went
on steadily toward a pile of fagots that
were stacked against a hnv stone wall.
On the other side ran the high road to
Plymouth. Here the earth was carpet
ed with green moss. 1 stepped noise
lessly across the open space, thinking
to climb the wall and make my way
home by the road. Tiger had pV'ckeil
up his ears there was a sound of
horses' hoofs; perhaps it was Ambrose.
For the moment I forgot that T was
seeking Dolores; but as I neared the
wood-stack I saw her. Her head was
turned away from me, ami she was
leauing over the wall with elaped
hands, straining her eyes in the direc
tion of the.riders. The clatter of the
hoofs drew nearer. "Dolores!" I
cried, running forward, "why did you
leave me? 1 have been to unhappy
about you. Come home with me now?''
She turned, and I saw that her dark
eves were flash ng with a strange light:
she grasped my arm and point d down
the road, "So alike," she mut mured;
"eh Id, forgive me! So alike, and I saw
my ring on his linger. Look, look!
who is it?"' '
I looked. Ambrose had seen me al
rtady, ho wa waving hi handi by hi.-
side rode a man whose face I seemed to
know a man who looked weary and
dusty. Younger, yes, handsomer than
mv husband, but careworn and ill. He
wore a slouched hat. I could not well
distinguish his features, and yet as he
sat there in the suulight I knew that
thev were familiar to me.
"Who is it?" asked Dolores, more
eajrerlv than before.
"Which is 'vour husband? For the
love of Heaven!"
"Ambrose Lyncombe," I answered,
fairlv bewilder id, "the man who is
waving his hand the one nearest to the
"Thank (Jod! thank God!" ,
Her beautiful face waVradiant with
joy. Then I saw my husband speak a
few low words to his companion, who
drew re'n and dismounted from his
horse. He was verv lame: he could
hardly walk, but. there was no need for
him to' take many steps. Dolores had
swung herself over the low wall, and
was running to meet him with out
stretched hands. "Carlos, my beloved,
welcome!" she cried, "queriiJo marido
"Forgive me, Dolores, f org' ve me,"
was.'all he said, and her loving arms
were around his neck, her head resting
on his shoulder. Then, as he looked
down upon her, hs face glowing with
emotion then I saw the likeness again,
stronger than before, and I knew that
Charles Walters was the same man as
Charlford Lyncombe, my husband's
We feared a return of fever for Do
lores.' but she recovered speedily from
her fatigue. Charlford indeed has al
ways been aninyalid since, partly in con
sequence of an ace'dent that he met
with abroad. The illness that followed
first led h'm to remember his deserted
wife, and make an effort to however,
he is Ambrose's brother, and through
all her trouble Dolores still clings to
him. Marv E. Hullah. in Bclqravi'i.
A curious explosion happened in a
Charleston (S. C.) household the other
day., A pot containing coaee was boil
ing on the stove, when one of three
clnldren in the room observed that the
steam was escaping from the topof the
pot. He was about to ra se the lid to
prevent the coffee from boiling over,
when the Pd. was blown off and the
steam and boiling coffee, hurled about
the room. All of the children were more
or less scalded, but not seriously. It is
supposed that the spout was choked up
by the grounds, and that the I d got
fastened in some way.
It was on3 year ago that the City
of Columbus struck on Devil's Bridge
and went down with more than one
hundred lives. The mystery of the dis
aster is as srreat as ever, and none will
know how it happened that the ship on
a clear night drove ashore when there
was a channel four miles wide in wh'ch
to choose a path. Captain Wr'ght con
tinues to sutler the penalty for his tech
meal onense of not havinz made sure
that - his mate had pro?ured a pilot's
license, although the latter was a better
pilot in those waters thai the Captain
h'mself. Boston Post.
. : - .'i.';-
The Sacramento River puzzles the
oldest inhab tant bv its.ccc ntric ac
tions. When it is hich at a certain
point it is quite low at all points lowei
down, and floods near it head are nc
proof that there will not be a scarcity
of water at its month.
A Great Demand for the Druff The Com
petition Between Foreign and Domestic
The market for quinine has recovered
very ' materially from the : depressing
effect of the recent sharp" competition
between foreign and domestic manufac
turers, and the result is that there i3
now a greater demand for the article in
this country than was ever before known
at this season of the year. Under the
influence of the cutting process intro
duced by . Mr. Boehringer, the price cf
quinine in this country was forced
down to eighty-three cents an ounce,
with five cents off for cash, leaving
the minimum cost to ; the wholesale
dealers seventy-eight cents.- This
was thelowest price ever reached, the
next lowest being in 18GU, whea quinine
was sold for a short time at .$1.1 an
ounce, but: it quickly recovered, and a
fair average price since that time "has
been cons dered to be from $2 to $'2.25:
Ernst Boehringer, of the great manu
facturing firm of Mannheim, sailed for
Germany on December 10. He lold an
intimate friend that he had made con
tracts during hU stay in this country,
for the sale of from fifty thousand, to
sixty thousand ounces of German qui
nine, most of it for January and Febru
ary delivery ,and most of it at the lowest
price, seventy-eight cents. The depart
ure of 'Mr. Boehringer was the signal
for an increase in the price of the
American article, which had been re
duced to meet the cuts made by the
foreign manufacturer. On Thursday
last,, the day after Mr. Boehringer
sailed, Powers & Weightman, one of
the largest manufacturers of the drug
in this country, advanced the price of
their article from ninety to ninety-live
cents an ounce. On Monday the price
was again raised to $1.05, and at that
figure it was stationary -yesterday, and
Powers & Weightman were by , no
means anxious to secure orders at the
price. Speaking of the rise, a gentle
man who was for years identified with
the manufacture of German quinine
said vesterdav: The price of the raw
material has advance in 'London twenty
per cent. The owners of the bark have
been complaining for a long time that
they did not get high enough -prices to
pay them for raising it. Now they are
taking advantage of the necessities of
the Mannheim firm, which has these
large contracts on its hand, and are
putting up the price of raw material.
The immediate result of Ihe advance in
the price has been the creation lor an
extraordinary demand for the drug.
While it was at its lowest jwint nobody
wanted it. Now everylody is running
after it sjM'culators, dealers. anTl -consumers
--but the demand is undoubted
ly in the main speculative.'" it was
announced among the trade yesterday
that Powers & Weightman were refus
ing to till more than twenty-tive per
cent. Of tfie orders which ticnviir
in upou them from all over the country.
liosfon Aicci'tiner. " .
A MAN WITH THREE LEGS.
A navarlan Who KvhibU a Strange
Freak of Nature. :
In a room in the Park House, Wedues
ilay afternoon,, a Bavarian, thirty-three
years of age, named George Lippert,
presented himself for examination ; and
inspection to a number of physicians
and surgeons. Mr. Lippert is known
and accurately described as the "three
legged man." He has two legs which
reach the ground and one that is turned
up behind him, the latter originally
placed in that position by Mr. Lippert
himself, who was sensitive about his
deformity and desired to conceal it. In
fact he does conceal it so well that its
presence can not be guessed as he walks
along the street. His left leg is per
fect, except that it has six toes.; Where
the right leg should be there are two
legs growing side by side and covered
by the same skin as far 'as the knee, or
very near that point There are two
thigh bones, two ball and socket joints
and different sets of; muscles, and the
motion of one leg is entirely independ-T
ent of the other. Each of these legs,
which may be called the second and.
third legs, has a separate knee-jbint,
and from tlie knee they are entirely
separate from each other. The second
leg below the knee has . but one bone,
and this ends in a bony knob with three
toes attached to it. It is this leg that
he Uses in walking, the termination be
ing protected by a padded cup made to
fit it The third leg has all the bones
and muscles to be found in the ler of
any ordinary man, but at the foot is
twisted in a most extraordinary man
ner. On this foot there are six toes,
which all move as Mr. Lippert wills.
This leg, though not the one used in
walking, is, nevertheless, the proper
) right leg. Until Mr. Lippert was six
teen years of age he used all three legs
in walking, ana eacn naa its own umu
pendent motion, but he could not stand
the remarks his appearance drew forth,
and the older he became the more sen
sitive hegrew and finally he strapped
the outside leg up behind him. in suen a
wav that it could not be remarked, lie
naturally thought the outside leg was
the superfluous one, when in reality the
extra one was. in the center. Tightly
strapped up in the way described, the
muscles became rigid and contracted
in such a way that it is impossible now
to stra'ghten this leg. Another singular
thing about this third leg is that the toe
nails grow under the foot and not as in
a perfect foot. Mr. Lippert has three
brothers and three sisters, all perfectly
formed; his father and mother arc in
no way remarkable, and there is no
record in his family of the birth of twins.
He is another living illustration of the
peculiar method in which nature some
times works, and no theory yet ad
vanced satisfactorily accounts Mr his
strange deformity. Finding his extra
le-r a serious inconvenience to him in
ncarlv all the walk? of life, he finally
overcome his modesty and consented to
exhibit himself. Bokon Herald.
A llic prisoner in the Albany Pen
itentiary i during his leisure moments
found, the Old Testament to contain
2,728,100 letters, 592,493 words, 23,214
verses. 929 chapters, and 89 books. The
New Testament contains 838,380 let
ters, 181,253 words, 7,959 verses, 260
chapters,! 27 books. Albany Journal. :
FOUNDED BY NOAH'S SON.
An Extraordinary-Looking: Village In the
'.:'....;;;. C V.r "Wild of Persia.; ;'-'
Our special correspondent with the
Afghan Commission thus describes an
extraordinary-looking village which he
passed at the distance of one hundred
miles from Teheran :
"We had not proceeded far on our
way when vestiges of the former condi
tion of things met our eyes. It was at
a place only one hundred miles from
Teheran that we first realized the dread
ful state of danger in-which the people
had lived. We found a most remark
able village atwhich we encamped.
Supposing no information could :hava
been procured, and an archaeologist had
come upon it by accident," he would
have had a profound puzzle - to unravel
and explain. The name of the village
Is Lasgird. The people ascribe an im
mense antiauitv to it and sav that Las.
or Last, a son of Noah, d rew on the .
ground the "gird," or circle, which is
the plan of the structure. The hero of
this legend is not verv familiar to Bibli
cal scholars m the YVest but he is not
unknown in Afghanistan.' The Colos-
seum at Rome, although an oval, would v
convevsome idea of the oeneral aooear-
ance of Lasgird, only it must be con
ceived as built of mud, which is almost
the only building material Of this coun
try. It should also be recollected that
the one belongs to a period of good
architecture, of which it is a celebrated
monument, while the other may be said
to be entirely destitute of any preten
sions of this ind. ;
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solid all round at the base, and rise
some thirty or forty feet, where there
is a line of doors, with here and there
a small 'window between them. By,
means of projecting beams, or branches
"of trees, over which smaller branches
are laid, a kind of gallcrv is produced,
bearing a strong resemblance to those
simple forms of birds' nests" which are
formed of sticks placed on the upper
branches of trees. : The wonder is how
the eggs do not roll over, or that the
chicks do not tumble down to destruc
tion. So it is with the galleries of
Lasgird -"there is no protection on the
edge, yet we aw women and children,
sheep and goats upon them a more
frail and dangerous looking arrange- .
ment it would be hard to conceive.
There are two tiers of houses all round,
and in some places there appeared to
be three. All had these galleries iu
front, either to communicate with the
next house, or, as some did not commu
nicate, they were only of use to cpme
otit upon to sit or work, or for the chil
dren to play upon; tons these . places,
seemed the brink of destruction, while
to the women and children it all ap
peared as safe and comfortable "as ii
they had been monkeys. Of course
there was no getting up to these galler
ies from the outside; that would have
suited . t the .Turkomans. ,,The means
of going up were all on the inside. "In "
some cases there are rough steps of mud.
and in others there are inclined planes,
half Jadder and half road, made in the
same way as the. galleries. These lead
up to galleries communicating with the
houses, .which were an exact repetition
of those on the outside, the only dmer
ence being that they were not so high
up, and there were walls at places which
did duty as a parapet hence the cer-
so great from the inside as on the out
side. While looking at this strange
structure from one of these upper gal
leries, an old woman, of at least
seventy years of age, passed me, with .
a child stuck Int some primitive way on
her back; a few yards from me was
one of these means of ascent formed
with sticks, with j the remains of mud .
hanging to it It would bave done for
fowls to go up to their roosts upon.
She clambered up on this to the gallery
above, but that was not her destination;
her house was one up still higher in a
corner, and to reach it she had to crawl
up on the edge of a crumbling mud .
wall, not above j eighteen inches wide;
i ft i . i . , J; 1
on ncr ieic nana was a perpenmuuiar
descent, enough to make anyone dizzy,
and death at j the bottom of it if
a fall . should occur; although the
other side there was onlv a few
feet if the old creature had slipped, the
chances are that she would have rolled
down, and fallen over the gallery with
the baby on her back. The old lady
went up very steadily, and reached her
crow's nest in perfect safety. I could not
help thinking that a few generations of
this kind of thing, vvould undo- all our
development and that we would go back
aurain fr nnr vrnrrlnal Simian nnriil i t inn
."The dwellings of the people were all
in the upper part of the great circle,
and the center was fined up with strange
moss structures, which are now falling
to decay, as there is no longer any dan
ger from the Turkoman.?, lhese places
were for containing the grain of the vil
lage and for receiving the live stock of
the villagers when a raid occurred. One
of a number of wells was pointed out to
us within a circle, and we were told that
they had three or four ; which were
always kept in good order in the daj-s
of danger. There is only one entrance
to this-circle, and that is bv a small en
trance scarcely four feet in height, to
which there is a stone door work
ing with a pivot and" socket similar to
the ancient stone doors found in the
Hauran and other parts of the Soudan.
The stone door of Lasgird is a very rude
one, being eight inches thick in some
parts, and it tells its tale of the exist
ence of great danger and the necessity
for protection. Sir Peter Lunsden had
a rtnrr nnntorcatiAn with f h A Txhot. TvHrw
dah and some of the principal villagers,
and it seemed ; that they not only as
cribed the origin of Lasgird to the son
of Xoah Nu,' as they called ', him, but
they likened their strange dwelling
place to the Ark. .Extreme theologians,
who identify the church with ; the Ark,
say all who were in the Ark were saved;
all without were destroyed. This was
exactly the case with Lasgird. When a
chupao took place all who got in were
secure; all who were left outside be
came victims. A chronic state of war
existed, and this fortified village was
the result The Government either could
not, or would i not defend the people,
and they had to .take means for their
own safety." -London News. .
Two small tart apples are a tooth
some addition to the stuffing of a roast
duck or oose.