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Cj it IS ISSUED FRIDAY MORNINGS. BY , J. R. N. BELL, - - Proprietor. HAS TEE 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. "-'4 One Year - Six Mentha -Three Months - $2 50 1 50 1 00 These are the ternti of ihoM paying In ftdranee The Retik w offer tine indueeuuxita to advertiser. Term reonUe. VOL. IX. ROSEBURG, OREGON, FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 1885. NO. r0. TO) Revi or Wo U ZrSiW J 1 V J aLJLv ,-.Vit JJ JASKULEK, PRACTICAL Watcbmater, Jeweler aal Optician, ALL WORK WABEAKTED. 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. LANGIINBERG'S 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 a specialty. LOUIS LATWGEXBEIiCi. CREEK MILLS 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 LUMBER ever offered to the public in Douerlas county, We will furnish at the mill at the following prices: No. 1 rough lumber. S12M No. 1 flooring1. 6 inch . ....... -. ....$24 M No. 1 flooring. 4 inch $28 M No. 1 flnsihln lumber 820 M No. 1 finishing lumber dressed on 2 sides 24 $ M No. 1 fl nishing lum ber dressed on 4 sides 926 $ M CLARK & BAKER. L. T. LANE. JOUS LANE. LANE & LANE, ATTORNEYS AT' LAW. Office on Main street, opposite Cosmopolitan ; CHARLEY HADLEY'S JBXfcBEIfc N XI O I I Next Door Live Oak Saloon. Shaving and Hair Cutting in a Workmanlike Manner. ROSEBURG, OREGON. JOHN FRASER, Home Made Furniture, WILBUR. OREGON. UPHOLSTERY, SPRING MATTRESSES, ETC, Constantly on hand. FURNITURE. 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. ALL WORK WARRANTED. DEPOT HOTEL, Oakland, Oregon. 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, DjSAXER in e Hry 13-oods, StapL Keeps constantly on hand a general assortment of Extra Finfi Grop.firifia. WOOD. WILLOW AUD GLASSWABE, ALSO , , CROCKERY AND CORDAGE, A full stock of SCHOOL BOOKS, Such as required by the Public County Schools. All kinds of Stationery. Tays and Faney Articles. 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. ALL ORDEIIS Promptly attended to and goods shipped . with care. Address, IIACIIEXY A BEXO, Portland, Oregon. . . . L ' I 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. DOLORES. 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 with you." 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 part." . 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 converse further. "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 at rest. 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 reconciled." . 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. "My husband." "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 wall." "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 mio "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 younger brother. 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. ' QUININE. A Great Demand for the Druff The Com petition Between Foreign and Domestic Manufacturers. 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. ; x j Ill' x uuc. XXlllU. , ttU OIQ . 1 1 V. IV It. LI V. . 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. . 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