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About The Oregon scout. (Union, Union County, Or.) 188?-1918 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 3, 1885)
f - V LOVE'S ErCHANQK. Why bury nil cndeaiment In our heart, And nt ver Know the jor of lore confessed! He feels tl c licav'nly b las that it Imports Who lores, car, gees, Is loved and caressed. Why keep our klsc for the death-cold face, To pivr them nil with unavailing tears! Wliy not bestow them while they may craso A line of care nud brighten weary yearsl The dumb, cold clay will feel no spirit thrill, Nor touch oflliiK'rlngHps, nor lastembnce: Endearing words iie'tr' reach I he heart to still When we shall mourn above its testing place. 0 friends, I pray, ye who are friends indeed, Keep not your kisses for my frozen face I Tho low, sweet word, the fond caress 1 need While toiling In life's wcary-welghted race. JlY marble Hp? can make no warm return, Nor eyes, nor voice cnu utter hive's dedglit; 1 will tiot need, nor will my spirit cirn Forlove's exchange, when I am still and white. Lu li. Cult, In The Current. 0H DOUBLY LOST. Tho lightning of a lurid sky. The surcing of n sombro sen, The fricudlcss fnce of rug.ed rocks, Where she once sat nlouc with niol For loves which kindly Nature claims, The beams of starry Hops arise; And oonow knows a toUca 6Wect When Love looks forth lrom dying eyes. Hut doubly lost, who lives but loose The bond of frici.dsh'p's mutual oath; In whom Love's bud of carl er bloom Is grafud wit j tue greener growth 1 She came and went, and left to mo The memory of that distant day; Ah, would thes" waves her beauty held Forever hid fiom me aw ay I Yet this dear scene remains to me. The gilt of Love who cannot die; The message of his murmuring sea, The rainbow of his guardian sky. JCrite.it Mross, in it. Louis Magazine. A UKTIIOIJIAL BLNtf. "Maria, I am sorry to reprimand you again for your curiosity. 1 wisli you would try to correct that fault." Tho voice was peculiarly soft and gentle, and 1 was stiro that I had hoard it before. Turning I saw two young women leaning against tlio bulwarks. Thoir faces wero turned from me, and although thoir ligures woro about tlio same size, and thoir hair of almost tlio same tinge, there was littlo difficulty in distinguishing tho maid aud mistress. Piescntly they wero joiuod by a plump, comfortable-looking English matron and a tall young American, who was evi dently tlio escort of tho party. Thon I remembered that I had seen them xt a hotel in Paris, aud had become vary much interested in tlio young couplo. I novor saw an English girl with tlio delicately-cut features, tho slender, graceful figure and tlio air of refinement which characterized, this one, and I certainly never met any man with tho graooful bearing of this tall young American. I remember that 1 was proud of this girl as 1113' countrywoman, and felt a secrot pleas ure in tho very probable fact that the young American's ancestors woro English. I was glad that I had an opportu nity of seeing more of thorn, and I found myself watching them with a reat doal of interest as they sat on deck, tho mother lying in a big arm chair, tilts daughter seated close by, and tlio young American hovering around them with a gentlo watchful ness of every comfort. Occasionally tho mother would nod a littlo, her head would sink back, and sho would draw Bomo wrapping of dolicato tex ture ovor her face to protect it from tlio warm sun-rays. Instantly tlio as pect of the young couplo would change. An air of trunk unconsciousness would yield to ono of groat reserve, and his eyes would deepen with tenderness, and his face grow more earnest anil flushed as ho leaned towards hor and talked in low tones. 1 soon concluded that those young people wero moro than interested in each other, and ono night 1 heard, or rather saw, the whole story. 1 couldn't liolp it very well. Besides, I was an old man, alono in tlio world, and I had sucli sympathy with tliom that I am suro they would havo cared but littlo had they known of my presence. It was the last night of our voyage. The stars wero dimmed by tlio moon, which hung alono in a 'big dome of blue. Tiio ocean had sunk into a iinooth, quiet plain, brokon only by dancng moonbeams, and tho sloamor with its restless throbbing seemed an impertinent atom in tho vast silence around. Thoy came slowly towards mo, as I sat smoking, from the bow of tlio ves sol. She was resting on his arm, and occasionally sho would turn her fair faco up to his witli an air of mingled timidity and conlidonce. A littlo dis tanco away thoy stopped, and leaning against tlio bulwarks, began talking. Presently sho turned her head for an instant, and looked thoughtfully out iuto tlio moonlight, which seemed to gather around "her head and leave its rich yellow tint in her hair. Ho was pleading very earnestly now, and hor taco sank slowly down, as sho tremu lously pluekea at hor dainty nubia whoso soft folds over hor bosom rose and foil with tho gentlo tumult within. Thon ho took ono of her hands and jmused. A moniont later she raised hor head slowly and turned her face Irankiy to his. I uould see tears glis ten tig 011 her eyelashes, botwecn me and the moonlight, but smiies wero chasing each other around tlio sweet lips below. This was all the answer that sho gave him, aud this was all ho -asked. When I looked again, ho was hold ing a ring up in tlio moonlight, and both were looking at tho pale bluish light which seemed to shoot from the .stono in its rich, yellow sotting. Ho -was evidently explaining its history, for presoully she hold up ono prottv, fair hand, aud ho slipped tho riug oh, and kissed the dainty lingers. Sho blushed and looked pleased, and both walked together to tho eabin steps. 1 sat still and smoked aftor thoy had gone, and my faoies kept forming tho faco of that lovely English girl in tlio blue suioko which curled itself into fantast c shapes abovo mo. I think I almost uttered a silent prayer for tho happiness of those youug people. And still 1 sat and smoked, and whon I went below, a big, blaok cloud had lloatod up from tho west lust in front of tho moon. The ocean had taken an ominous, treacherous look, and was beginning to timer aud move It was aftor midnight, I suppose, when I was nrouscd by a. shock which mndo tho lingo shiu tremble for an in stant. I know an accidout had oc curred, and dressing hastily, I hurr.ed on deck. Heavens! what a change had been mndo in tlioso few hours. Tlio waves woro dashing against the ship and frothing over the deck, the lightning was Hashing on all sides, and tho thunder seemed to shake heaven and sea. Wo had struck upon a reef, and evidently 1 had not felt the lirst shock, for nearly all the boats had left tho ship, and tho captain and crow wero preparing to launch tho rest, suddenly a succession of vivid Hashes seemed to encircle tho ship. Tlio seamen fell prostrate, and a shower of splinters struck tho deck forward. A littlo puff of smoko arose, littlo tongues of liro cropt up a mast, and before any ono could shout tho terri bio cry of "Firo1" one of tho sails leaped into flames. Tho frightened peoplo crowded shrieking to tho stern of the ship, and aiiiong"tliein I saw the, tall form of the young American with a woman fainting in Ids arms. A moniont later I saw him again as ho disappeared down a hatchway, which was belching out smoko. The bravo sailors worked witli a will, and tho last boat was launched boforo tho Hamcs had reached tlio middle of the ship. Only ono was left, and into this all of us who remained clambered. Tlio captain stood ready to push tho boat oil when tlio young American's haggard faco reappeared in tho hatch way. My God!" ho cried frantically, whoro is she?" "Get aboard!" shouted tho captain sternly, as ho pointed toward tho oth er boats. Tho young American shook his head. "Look!" ho cried suddenly. A woman with yellow hair stream ing over nor winto garments was darting toward the bow of tho ship. "Ellen!" Tho cry was too lato. She looked onco at tlio Humes, whicli wero leap ing up tho mast beliiud hor, and, stretching out her arms toward tho receding boats, sprang into tho sea. I think lie would havo followed hor had not tho captain seized In 111 and thrust him iuto tho boat. 1 "Savo her! savo her in Heaven's name!" "Wo can't savo her," said tho cap tain. "Wo couldn't lind hor in tho sea. Wo must savo ourselves." Tho poor fellow sank into tlio boat, almost lifeless. "It may not havo boon she," 1 said to him; "porhaps sho wont in ono of tho other boats." Ho only shook his head mournful ly. I believed it was tlio young Eng-, lish lady, however, for as sho throw" up her arms, I saw a ring Hash in tlio. light of tho Hames with tho sanio po-, culiar tint that I had marked in the moonlight a few hours boforo. As wo left tlio ship ono of the sail ors. in his eagerness, lost an oar. This! impeded our headway, and wo saw) the other boats pass out of the circle of light into the darkness, and to-! ,9lo lf 8 M1""1 u "ut wards a lighthouse that was twinkling; woukm' down an throwin hor funcr far to the left. Soon the wind shifted? , ll expenses an' the time I'd a lost in and the sailors did not attempt to row, 1 :ourtl an, lu7f ,l""Vn 1 but merely to keep the boato.it of the! JiP X?,-01'' 1 to11 i'0UB4!U' tnue3 , 1. rVi. .o ..o n, 1 . ..i. 1 un't liko thoy was when I fust como jilquoly to tho si,oroJ wind and tide wo could1 each the lighthoiiso. so we, carry us oiniquoiy Against both not hope to reach the lightli druted. Tho flames had now spread to every portion of tho ship behind us, and tho! lightning was swooping oft" to the hori-J zou in groat bands of purple light.' Within an hour wo could hear the surf! breaking on land, and soon wo could seo the foam flashing along the shore' liko streaks of white light. In one place the breakers seomod to rido in unbroken, and this point wo approach ed cautiously. It was, as the captain! surmised, a cove, and soon we woro borno into a littlo bay whoso waters woro comparatively calm. Onco in,) II 1 .".....1.1.. 1 ....1- I Tlio covo was circular in shape, and1! the rocks wero high and steop. Tliero was nothing to do but to wait for day-1 light, which was fas! approaching. All this tinio tho young American had lain in tlio boat apparently lifeless. Ono tender-hearted sailor drew oil his own pea-jacket and throw it ovor his shoulders, saying, as if to himsolf: "I wish wo coulu 'a saved her. The tide will bring her in, though, and tho most wo can do is to got hor body." At those words, the young follow opened his eyes and shivered sliglitl y. Half an hour later tliero was light enough to lind an opening from tiio covo, and soon wo woro all on tlio beach with our hearts full of thanks all oxcept tho j'oung American, who, without a word, started lowaids tho sea. Tlio captain tapped his forehead slgnilicantly, as I mado a movement to follow lifm, and said: "Ho needs a friend to watch him. Tho lighthoiiso isn't far away. We'll cotuo back for you." Tho gray lights of morning woro just stealing upon tlio ocean, whicli was hissing and throbbing liko some great monster in an agony of pain. The sands grew whiter and whiter in tho morning twilight, aud on ho went, ahead of 1110, so swiftly that I could scarcely kcop from falling far in tlio roar. How 1 pitied him, witli his palo, haggard faco, his staring oes, and his hair living in tlio wind. Occasionally a sob would burst from his lips, and ho would turn liko a madman and shako his clinched list at the sea, which curled 'mockingly at his feet. Sudden ly lfo darted forward and rau liko a deer. Ahead of him I could seo somo whito object lying on tlio sand then I saw him stoop, as if throwing some thing aside, and when I reached tho spot hn was on his knees in tiio sand, kissing tho beautiful hair and tho sweet faco whicli somo cruel spar had battored beyond recognition, and tho Blonder white hand, v.th tho ring ana its curious stono tlio samoring which ho had given hor but a few hours bo foro. When ho saw that, ho throw himself faco downwards in tho sand. Whilo ho lay thoro 1 took away the seaweed which had caught in her hail and Bjiread tho torn drapery about the poor brulaod limbs. Thon I sat down, and hn lav tliero quite still, with till wholo frame occasionally ehaklua I know it was usoloss tc trv to comfort him, so I waited. It all seemed like a cruel dream. Only a fow heurs before all was beau ty, brightness and love for them. Now o'no lay dead in tho 'sand, and t ho other seemed near death's door. And the treacherous sea, winch sniiied so kindlly on their bethrotal-hour. now seemed gloating ovor its crtiol work, Within an hour tho coastnien camo and tenderly boro her away. Htm I led along liko a child. He said noth- iug at all, and just as wo reached the lighthouse ho dropped senseless to tho earth. All day and all night lie was lost in unconsciousness. Tlio next ovoning, at tho close of tho day, ho camo to himself. Tho sea lay very calm under tho red sun-rays, ami upon it his open ing eyes first fell. He turned with a shudder. This tlino they fell upon a 3weet faco whicli was bending tender ly over him tho same sweat faco which had glowed with lovo in tlio moonlight on that dreadful night of the storm. Ho started nervously, liko ono wak .ng from a dream; the blood surged to his face, and ho stared at her lixodly. "Who aro you?" ho broke out, wild ly. "Aro you an angel?" "Don't you know 1110?" sho asked gently. Ho clasped his hands on his fore head, as if trying to recollect. "Hut tho ring tlio ring you wero drowned?" She hold tho ring near his oyos, and, bonding her head low, sho said, soft ly: "It was poor Mario." Thon sho whisporod that sho had taken tho ring oil in her cabin that aight, and that tho poor maid must havo picked it up, in a moment of idle curiosity. A smile broko ovor his faco, and ho ' olaced both arms around her tender ly. Sho laid hor faco close bosido his, md together thoy watched tho quiet lea mirror tlio changing tints of tho uiusot. Frank Leslie's Weekly. Hound to Celebrate. "I'vo got that mor'gago ofT'n my .'arm at last, Bill," said ono farmor to mother, as thoy mot in the road. "Well, I'm downright glad to near t, Sam. You'vo had som'at of n hard ;imo a doin' it. An' so you'yo wiped t out, havo you?" "Yes; 1 paid tho last noto this morn ji', an' now I'm gom' homo to havo a jonit-iiro; but you're right, Bill, I, diivo had a tnriial hard tussol of it. L'cu know as well as anybody what xmgh seratclim' i'vo had" tc git that "arm paid for." "Yes, you havo had a hard time, 5am. I know that." "Woll, I should say so. Why, dura it all, Bill, I'vo woro out two wivos ts good workers, too, as you could 3nd anywhere to say nothin' of lavin right smart o sickness mysoit, wiig.it on by hard work 111 tho hold ,n . f,,im.,1MfoIfIIIl m Ul lhofl0'b,t; 'wn' l? thilt last woman o' ui.no bom mto this country; for, to git a widder 30W; a 'ot 81,"'ht ' h;m work loft m llor 5' yoM vo got to fool iwav moro or less money on now 3lothos an' do right smart o' tafl'yin' to git hor. But, as 1 was a sayin,' I'oggy stuck in her corks an' kep' a oin' with her ond of tho double-tree till I got to tho top o' tho hill with the load, an' now, that I'm thar at last, with signs of an easy grado ahead, I tell you what I'm a goin' to do, Bill." "What's that, Sam?" "I'm a goin' to havo a time of it, an' Icill a suckin' pig." 1.W.I! ,l..'f uni-'jK XUll UUII U Ol.J - ICS, 1 do. I'm goin' to liaVO a jolobnition an' a regular rip-snortiu' 'nu"; , "Hurra for you. That's what I'm coin' to do, Hill, with sobs ain't been on a spreo for thirty year,Btriking the hard rond-bed, queer b ut I'm goin' to cut looso to-night, 1 nnvo to cnaw uogwoou uarK 1110 rusipenetrating notso, like tlio tailing ot 3f my days, an' I want you to conicmillions of hailstones on dry loaves, ovor air noip mo make tho howl this ov - 1 , lilkin' done "All right I'm ngreeablo What', tho programmo?" beat tin ) spring; "We'll git on n high, an bass drum till midnight, it it spring the raftors.,BiU I'vo got six bottle" 0' pon tin' t(vo cigars in tho wngo here, an' tnat'll bo a wholo bo tlo apieco for us all around, 111 countin' your wife for I don't s'po sho'd caro to drink nothin' now, soci as sho's got t young 'tin at the brea an' we'll go tho wholo dose, if makes us desperato. This hero is sometliin' they've got up sonco boon strangiin" witli mat inor ga an' I've beon famishin' for twouty-l years, Bill, every time I'vo seen it ) an' sizzle in a tumbler at a picnic,) know what it tastes like, an' lm agi' to know this very night. Como cr middlm' airly, Bill, an' you iy lot every last ono of them ccs looso, an' we'll make tho Scrdi Gravol peoplo b'liovo tliar'a a or looso along tho Wabash." ChifC Ledger. Wanted 11 Tout. A poorly-dressed, hungry-locig woman callca at tho City Ilalha other day to maku somo Inqies about tho funeral trimmings My taken down aud voted to tho pool 'Did j'ou want somo of it?" ied tho oflicial addressed. Well, 1 might. Is it much fac?" "Somo of it is." "And full of holes?" "No, not many." "Is that somo of the stuff dhe desk?" "Yes'ra." Sho picked it up and gavo it aiti cal examination, ami finally said "I don't think it will do.1' "Can't you cut It up for twill dren, ma'am P" "Cut it up? Why, I wanted tis it for a tent for them in tho baekrd My chlldrou haven't como doj t wearing bJudk shirts yotl" foi Fice l'rd. vuiiiii miur you gu juui0l iron-shod Horses, but a sliuilling, . What d'yo say?" BOft, although distinctly marked urn on the iuxcii. ricturcsquo Doscrlptlon or How tlio row Jtoyn DrUo tlio Cuttle. A picturesque, lmrtly lot of fellows, these '-cow-boys," ns they sit on the ground, by the fire, each man with his can of coffee, his fragrant slico of fried bncon on tho point of his knife-blade, or sandwiched in between two great hunks of bread, rapidly disappearing before tho onslaughts of appetites made keen by tlio pure, invigorating brep.es of theso high plains. Seo that brawny fellow, with tho crisp, tight curling yellow hair growing low down on the nape of his massive neck rising straight ami supnio from the low col lnr of lis loose Annuel shirt, his sun- browned faco with the piercing gray eyes looking out from tinder the broad Jtitn of his hat, his lower limbs clad in the heavy "chaps" or leather ovcinls stained a deep reddish brown by long use nnd exposure to wild and weather, his revolver in its hoster swinging from the cat ridge- filled lelt, and his great spurs tinkling nt evejy stride, as. having drained tlio last irop of coffee, he puts down the can, ii(id turns from the lire toward tlio horse, picking up ns lie goes the huge hcavjj leather saddle, with its high nonim'l an".5treaining thongs of raw hide, flint has served him ns a pillow durhg thonight. Quickly his "cayuso" is saldled, the great broad hair-rope girtu tightly "studied, the Huge bit slipjfd into the unwilling mouth, aud with a bound the active fellow is in the saddle. Paw, pony, paw; turn you eyes till tlio whites show; lay you pointed ears back; squeal nnd kicl- to your heart's content. Oh, bur; away; you have found your mas ter; for the struggle does not last long. Thqirncticed hand, the heavy spurs, thetinging whip soon repent the nl mot daily lesson, and with one last wilted shako ofthehcadthewiry "cay use breaks into his easy lope, and nw.y go horse and rider to their ap posed station on tlio Hank of tho grot drove. lie others soon follow, enmp is bro ke, t he wagon securely packed ready foithe road, and the work of tho day eminences. The cattle seem to know wht is coining. On tho odges of their Fettered masses the steers lift their beds nnd gaze half stupidly, half frilit fully at the living horsemen; as thtW. are turned they begin clo.v iuin toward ono another, moving up in I' tie pnnpn to a common center. Kw a.-.it thet a steer or somo young hi) iift-a hond-rong or moro terrified tint l.fi comrades, breaks away nnd cniw ofl clumsily over tho prairie. It a moment ho is pursued, headed ol ti-rnod. id driven in toward tho hfd again. Kji they "cioso in masa" o uo an aot military phrase "Minded up" on all aides by tho Bift-r'ding cowboys, thoy aro gently tijed onward by tho drivers in tho nr, until th wholo herd is slowly ravine forward, 'ceding a3 thoy go, in iit-M wido column, hoadinc toward if t-rcalrin M10 mountains that indi- ttv tho month of tho canon Uuough nWi it is to puis. flradtt-illy the pralr'o is crossed; d'et'y and antly ho nervous brutes ;o crowded niro Aiosoly together; two f IIkcc of the men gallop on ahead to it opening of tlio pas, guarded by vt c no-slmped nioundslikc redoubts lrown out to protect tho entrance to 10 fastnesses of the mountains, in or- er to head off stracslers nnd to turn ao leaders of tho herd into tho nnrrow rail that runs in between the high, ffio-covcrcd, rocky walls of tho can on. So!so-o ol gently calling, quietly ,nd patiently urging, the drivers bunch 10 horned lnultitudo togother into no almost compact- mass, co-o-oi ol gently! gently! push, boys, push in rom both sides, curb your norscs, rpon r.rinm miipr,. Sn! Rnl drivn wlowlv ',.m.i ihn ronr. ui-prs nn nlnwlv. vet firlnVt util tho head of tho herd on- tors tho pass. Pattorl patter! patter! tho rushing, confused roar of hundreds of hoofs ifRonnd. fillina r he ah- with a low. vet tho falling of WoodSnofc tlm heavv and ahum rinirinc? trnmn 7. : . . r """o r, , ", . a mufllcd rolling, something liko that produced by tlio distant passago of a heavily laden freight train. Slowly, irresistibly onward throuah the wild canon tho frowning walls of sand- Btone and gigantic pines towering on 0110 side, 011 side, on tlio oilier and below, rushing and foaming over its rough bed, tho river pushing liko a stream of liquid lava from somo vomitingcra ter, long drawn out in a crowded, denso column, on the narrow, winding trail, moves the mighty herd. A thick, snioko-liko cloud of yellow dust through which the sunlight breaking lightB up tho tangle of horns, swaying and tossing in tlio distnnco like foam cresting tho angry billows of somo dark, storm-lashed torrent hovers above; a heavy, sweetish odor fills tho air; and mingling with tho pattering rush of tho hoofs nnd tlio roar of tho stream comes tho occasional booming bellow of somo frightened steer. Very slowly and cautiously the herd moves forward; sometimes there is a halt in front; those in tho rear crowd up moro closely; very gently, and witli soothing cries, tho experi enced cow-boys urgo them on again. It ia ticklish work, for a momentary panic may drivo scoros of them down thoprecipitous sides of tho mountain. Already this morning an tinfortunato steer, pushed in a sudden, panicky rush of liin.companions over tno edge of tlio trail, has fallon down into tlio foaming torrent, and been dashed to death on tho jagged rocks a hundred feot below. Hiding slowly in tho rear, look along tho trail and over tho backs of tho advancing cattle up tho canon ahead Sometimes tho road descends until tho stream licks tho earth at its sido, spreading in littlo shallow pools ncross it, sometimes cutting through it, na it curves abruptly around somo point of rocks, only to recrosa it again further on. And now tho canon widens, and, uiccccdintr the hich rock walls and great trees, Us sides gradually merge into gently rising, grass-covered slopes, tho river too is broader, its sunaco shining like polished silver, nnd be traying its onward movement only by an occasional soft ripplo and low lap lap of the water against its overhang ing banks, from whicli breathing out the sweet fragrance of thousands of newly opened buds, the wild rose bush es hang down their slender branches. Away up tho slopes, dnncing nnd nod ding their pretty lieads in tlio soft breeze, the gayly colored wild flowers yellow sunflowers, daisies, blue harebells mingle their bright hues, inciting into one another on the dis tant round hill-tops, covering themaa with a carpet of the softest velvet. Let tlio herd move more easily now, drifting slowly along, nnd opening its ranks a littlo, so as to enablo the hun gry brutes to crop nt tho fresh juicy grass as they go; vou havo leisure to open your HnddleAings nnd take a lit tle lunch, stir le police, and a "swig" of wliiskey and water, if you have any. Or you can light your pipe as you let your bridlo fall 011 your cayuse's neck, and loungo inyoursaddle, foldingyour arms and resting your elbows on tho lint, round top of the high pommel, keeping, however, a watchful eyo on your charges lest somo ndventurous two-year-old wander away from tho drovo and lose himsolf in tiie deep cou lees or ravines that, cutting through the rounded spurs of the hills, run down to tho edge of the trail. Al though the sun is now high in tlio heavens, ami pottrsdown the full pow er of his rays, tho breeze tempers tho heat, and thero rises no blinding, chokine, dust from tlio soft grass, ex cept a littlo cloud now and then where t.omo tyrannic bull or surly steer wid ens the space about him by a short, vicious chare.0 at some encroaching comrades. The afternoon wears slow ly away, the heid constantly advanc ing except for a short halt now and again at somo inviting spot, where tho grass grows luxuriantly or tlio stream crosses. Tlio hilts are smaller, thero aro wide openiima between them and soon a broad plain, rich in tlio mar velous color of its shifting light and shade, and covered with brown wav ing grass and great patches of bluish gray sage-brush, ntrelchvs to tho far horizon, Hat nud apparently lovel ns a billiard table, full of promise and rest and refreshment for tho hot and tired beasts. H. b Zogbaum, in Har per's Magazine for July. Tlio Poet and tho Noble. From Stmlioa hi KiiKiln. A young poet had written a most scurrilous poem, in whicli he had de scribed and libelled not only tho Em-! press, but also all tho Grand Dukes, nnd Duchesses. Somo one, tho censor of the press, wont and told tho Em-' press. "Tho man had better bo bcxU oil toSibeiia at once," ho said; "it is' not a case for delay." "Oh, no," said tho Emptess; "watt a littlo, but tell tho man I desire to pceliim at 0 o'clock to morrow-ovening." When thopoon man was told this, ho felt as if tho laat hour was como, and that tho Em peror (Aloxanderir.) must intend him-, solf to protiouneo a sentenco of eternal, oxilo. llo went to tho pnlace, and was shown through all tho grand state rooms, ono after another, without see-, ing anyone, till at last ho arrived at a small commonplace room nt tho end" of them all, whoro thero was a single' table with a lamp upon it, and horo he saw tlio Empress, tlio Emperor, and all tho Grand Dukes and Duchesses whom ho had mentioned in his poem.. "Ilow do you do. sir?" said tho Emper or. "I hear you havo written a most beautiful poem, and I havo sent for you that you may read it aloud to us' yourself, and I havo invited all tho Grand Dukes and Duchesses to como that they may havo tho pleasure of hearing you." Then tho poor man prostrated himself at tho Emporor's foot. "Send 1110 to Siberia, sho.'Mio said, "forco mo to becopio a soldier; only do not compel mo to read that poem." "Oh, sir, you aro cruel to r tuso mo tho plcasuro, but you will not bo so ungallant as to refuso tho Em press tho plensuro of hearing your verses, and sho will ask you herself." And tho Empress asked him. When ho had finished sho said: "I do not think he will write any more verses about us again, llo need uoc go to Siberia just yet." A nobleman had ontored into a con spiracy against tho Emperor, and was sentenced to Siboria. His eyes wero bandaged, and ho was put into a dark carriage, and for soven days and nights t hoy travelled on nnd on, only stoppm"! to tako food. At last ho felt they must havo reached Siboria, and, in tlio utmost anguish, ho porcoid that tlio carringo stopped, and tho bandago was taken oil Ins eyes, and lie was in his own homo! Ho had been driven round and round St. Peters burg tho whole timo; but tho fright quite cured him. TlioNail of the Future. American Mnchhilut. Iron cut nails aro fast going out of fashion. Steel cut nails aro driving them out. Wiro nails aro coming into uso -rlth great rapidity, and tho de signing of machinery for making them is taxing tho inventive ability of mcay good mechanics. It is tlio opinion of some wlio liavo careiimy studied tno mechanical and metallurgicM pro gress that steel-wiro nails uro destined to como into common uso in the near future. Old Bessemer rails will como upon tho market in largo quantities boforo many months havo passed, be cause fchcy aro wearing out faster than was thought possible in tho oarlior davs of steel tracks. Mr. Mastora has shown that they can bo melted in an ordinary cunalo and molded intogood castings, but it is belioved that thoy can be utilized with moro profit by drawing them into wiro. Old steel rails can bo readily worked into wiro of good quality suitable for nails. A mill has been erected 111 Syracuse for making wiro from old railu, but it has not gone into operation. How fast steel-wire nails w ill como iuto uso de pends largely upon how fast old steel raila are thrown upon the market. A. "first Glhupso of Freedom. "It was somo timo in tho summer of 1801," says Joseph R. Perry of In dianapolis, "that the twenty-first Ohio regiment was down in .West Virginia, in tho Kanawha river region. The regi ment was composed of men gathered" up promiscuously in tho Black Swamp region of Ohio. Tliero wero one or two companfas of gray-haired men, too old to bear arms, who had gono into tho service to fight for principle not merely to put down the rebellion, but to emancipate the slaves. They were very religious, nnd they would hold prayer meetings at night.' They would pray for the freedom of the slaves, nnd that tho negroes might have equal rights with tho whito people. Their prayers were very interesting to its voting fellows, who'd go thereabout to listen to them, becauso they wcreasking for something more than the issue of the war promised at that time; but every thing that those old fellows asked camo about afterward, and it is out of those results that this incident that I'm tell ing you about came to a conclusion. Wo camped ono day near a littlo town called Red Bank,on the Kanawha, and after our coffee hnd been prepared wo found that wo hadn't a spoonful of sugar in camp. Tliero were a lot of negro cabins ovor on a hillsido op posite our camp, and T agreed to go over and try to jwt some sugar from tho negroes. Thitro was but thirteen cents in money in tho whole camp, but I took that and started over with a tin can to get the sugar. I entered ono of the cabins and found a buxom negro woman, with two littlo pick aninnies hanging to her linsey dress. They drew oif hit 0 a corner of thocab in, half frightened, when I went in, but I told them that t hey needn't be afraid, that I only wanted to get some sugar, and that I had tho money to pay for it. "'I'so kindy feared 'o yon 'uns.'said tho negro woman; 'mastnh told me not to havo anything to do with you Yankees, 'cause you'se gwine to take us oil to Cuby anil sell ua togot money to carry on t ho wnh.' " 'My good woman, I said to her, giving'hor a littlo blarney, because I wanted tho sugar, 'you don't under stand what this war is about. We, Yankees aro lighting for you, and if this war comes out tlio way wo want it to, you will bo tree, and you won't havo any master, and will have all the rights tlio white peoplo have. Your littlo boy will bo sent to school, and ho will havo just as good a chance to becomo governor of Virginia as any white boy. " 'li'rt' tn r.nKl trnn flnn'r. snv an ' sho exclaimed. "I went on to tell her tnon about how the black peoplo were just as good as tho white, and now they would bo ben efit ted if wo wero victorious. Before I quit talking sho brought out an old can and gavo mo what sugar I wanted. She didn't want to tako tho money, but I told hor sho's better, and sho ac cepted it. It was only an incident of the day, and after I had told the boys in camp how I had 'got tho sugar, I thcuglit no moro about tho matter. I had forgotten it entirely until about t hreo years ago, when I was returning from tlio city hospital one night, when the car stopped for an old negro woman with a basket of clothes. I was sitting near tho door and helped to lift the baskot into tho car. She sat down bo sido 1110 and remarked: 'Mighty cold to-night. Don't havo any such cold weather down whar my olo home is.' " 'Whoro was your old homo?' I in quired. " 'At tho littlo town of Red Bank, down on tlio Kanawha rivor, in Wes' Virginyah.' " 'Did you live in a littlocabin, with a well bosido it, and opposite a big whito houso?' I asked her. " 'And do you remember when Yankno (.oldiers camped ovor in tho the meadow near your cabin?' " 'Deed I do sir. I remember that mighty woll.' " 'Do you remembor a youngsoldier with n brass horn strapped to his shoulder and a smallsword at his side, coming over to buy somo sugar?' " 'Ishouldsayldo. I remembers dat young man mighty woll. Ho spoko the lirst good words lover heard about tho colored people. Hotoldmo that I was tobofren.and my littlo boy might bo president somo day. Why, ho gavo mo thirteen cents. 1 kept that money over since for luck, and I'vo got it right hero!' and tho old woman drow from lior bosom a small, dirty purso, from which sho took tho coins that I had given her for tho sugar twenty years before. "Do you think you would know that young fellow if you should over seo him again?' '"Deed I would. I'd know that young man tho minuto I sot eyes on linn.' "'Well, Auntie, I'm that young man.' " 'For tho Lord's sake, lionoyl' she exclaimed, and threw her arms about me. It was doubtless a funny scono to tho passengers in tho( car, but her demonstrations mado it a littlo em barrassing nnd not a trillo unpleasant for mo. I learned afterward that tho woman's husband was a carpenter in tlio city, nnd they wero moderate ly prosperous." Defaulting Teller Dorran'co of Prov idenco has contrived tb spend about $5,000 a year for twelve years out ol a$2,'100 salary. Tho fiscal paradox ia intelligible to tho hank directors altera careful count of their assets, Mmo. Modjoska has created consid erable sensation on tho other sidobya speech delivered before the curtain in Dublin in which sho described, Poland na being akin to Ireland "in her mis fortunas, hor oppressions, and hr un tlyinj,' prayers for liberty." Th Stand' nrd add' other journals imtn to for got.thoTiftotresawnnd actors fimwftlly simuhiio tho sentiments mot liktdy to draw. BoiicicKiilt ones hung out 11m confederuU flat! lu London.
