HELEN LAKEMAN ; j
-on,
Tho Story of a Young Girl'a Strug
gle) With Adversity.
BY JOIIIf B. XTJ3IOK.
Author of "Tub Uankrii of BKDrowV
"Waltisr Uiiownpikld." Etc
Copyright, ISrf, by A A. Kellogg A'eictpaper Co J
I'KTE AND THK rltOSrECTOR.
"I will look over your goods in tho
morning," said the miner. "In, the'
meanwhile, make vniirsclf at. home."
l'oto was soon mingling among the
minors, picking up such information as
lie could, and making himself very
agreeable. When they sat down to
Mipper, and the prospector asked a
blessing, Pete said to himself:
"He's a pieco what' 11 stand wind an'
rain an' sun without fadin'. There's
no cotton chain or fillin' about him.
all wool, all wool an' will wear forever."
A moment later, ho said aioutl : "By the
way, Btranger, 1 forgot to ax ye what
ycr name was, an' whero yo war'
from?"
"My name is John Whitehead, from
Pennsylvania."
"An ye are out here huntin' for load
jul silver?"
"Yes, sir, wc are now doing what id
called prospecting."
"Are ye acquainted hereabouts?"
"No sir; are you?"
"Ye better reckin I am. I have
tramped every road an' sold goods in
-.t cry house fur a hundred miles around
hero. At least a hundred miles.
"Then you are acquainted?"
"Yes."
"There is a great deal of wild land
out here."
"Yes."
"Is it rated very high?"
' "No."
. "Do you know who owns this?"
. "Yes I do."
"Who?"
"Two orphan children, who hcv been
vvus cheated than ef they lied bought
yoods o' a Jew peddler. They hed a
farm an this land, what wasn t then
-worth fifteen cents."
Pete then proceeded to give an ac
count of the wrongs of the Lakeman
heirs. In his crude way he described
Helen's devotion to her little brother,
and the patieuco of the cripple. Mr.
Whitehead listened until he had com
puted the narration, then said:
"How much was the farm worth?"
"Five thousand dollars."
"It is lucky for them that they lost
tho farm and retained these wild
lands," said the miner.
"Why?" asked Pete,
"They are worth live times as much
as that, at least, perhaps more.
"What!" cried Pete, starting up and
letting his pipe fall from his hand.
"Would you bo willin' to give twenty
five thousand dollars for this land?"
"Yes," answered tho prospector, "I
would give twentv-iivo thousand
now, and if the lead turns out as I ex
pect it will, I'll double it."
Peto sat dumbfounded. Ho was
shown some of the ore, which con
vinccd him it was genuine.
As he lay in the hammock that night
he was filled with joy at the thought
that those persecuted children were
rich.
"I guess old Mrs. Stuart won't lie
turning up her noso at tho lured girl
.any more." '
CHAPTEK XX.
WAltllEN AND 1'KTH.
While the stirring events wo havo
related wore transpiring. Warren Stu
art was in Chicago in blissful ignorance
of it all. Ho found his father's real
astute agent a very pleasant business
like gentleman, and very rapid in all
his work save Mr. Stuart's.
Warren was delayed from day to day
until he began to suspect that his father
had requested that he be retained some
time in tho city. lie wrote repeatedly
to Helen Lakeman, but received no
answer. His mother wrote him aftcc
tionato letters, telling him every thing
except what ho really wished to know,
If there is any thing moro annoying
than to receive a letter which contains
every thing except just what you want
to know, wo have never discovered it.
Mr. and Mrs. Stuart seemed to possess
that remarkable faculty of talking or
writing all around a subject with
out touching it. Three words, three
strokes of the pen, would lmvo
saved Warren many sleepless nights.
But those words did not coiuo. Ho
felt sur they would not. Ho ceased
to write to Helen, and wrote to his sis
tor Rose. In her he had a warm, sym
pathetic friond.
Warren littlo dreamed what was
transpiring at homo, His next letter
from his father stated that Hoso had
received his last and would answer it
soon; it continued urging him to re
main until the agent had finished the
abstract for him.
"It's all nonsense for me to stay
here," said Warren, chafing at this de
lay. "Tho matter could all have beon
transacted by mail, and I am cooped
up hero for nothing. I am doing noth
ing, at n dead exponsc, and havo a
notion to go homo." Tho next morn
ing he went to tho agent and asked
him if ho could get tho abstract that day
in time to go homo.
"No," said tho agent, tossing back
his iron - gray locks, and smiling
Boronely. "It will be impossible. Just
bo contented; don't get homesick, and
all will go right yot."
"Hut this delay is useless. I don't
poo why tho whole matter can not bo
sottlod by mail."
"Wo limy find n jiurohasor for tho
liroperty," said tho gontluman, bring
ing ii olgnr from his case, trimming tho
nnd of it, mid thon with a flourish,
Lringini: it tu his month.
"Do you know how soon you will be (
ready for mo to return?
"1 can't say. just yet, but hope soon
to have tho matter all fixed up satisfac
torily." The agent then brushed his vest and
coat with Ins haiul, stroked his iron-
gray whiskers ami elevated his feet
to the top of tho desk before him. His
boots wcro blacked and his clothes
brushed with care. Taking his ivory
handled cane, lie tapped the toes of his
boots leisurely, as though he were in no
particular hurry about any thing. War
ren fixed his eyes on him a moment and
became more impatient, -can not the
agent work on tins abstract this morn
ing? (The agent h is not worked an
hour in the last week on the abstract.)
N'o, the agent says lie has another
matter to attend to this morning, and
it will not be at all convenient. War
ren is more impatient, and if he had the
authority would hunt up another agent.
After pacing the Hour n moment or two,
strangers come in to talk on business,
and Warren goes out. Goes to his
hotel in no very amiable frame of mind,
People sometimes "over do" a thing,
as Western folks say. In this case tho
enemies of Helen Lnkeman and Warren
Stuart, in their earnest zeal, had car
ried their point n little too far. Hallie
Arnold was triumphant at having
exposed that bold-faced hired girl to the
world. Never did a game cock crow
over a vanquished enemy more than she
did at the girl's fall.
"I guess this'll learn Warren Stuart a
lesson," she said to herself. "Ho'll
know hereafter how to slight respect
able girls for a pot slinger."
She longed to tell Warren herself.
Hut Hallio had too much sense to write
to him. He should hear it all, but not
through hor. She would find an em
missary to do her work for her. After
taking several in her mind and drop
ping them, she finally fixed on Hill
Jours' wife, the keeper of the poor
house. Sallio Jones was acquainted
with Warren, could write "a tolerable
hand," and was tho very poison to
break the news. Instead of waiting
for Warren to return home, or hear the
story from some one else, she got Sal
Jones to write to him.
The next morning, after Warren's
last visit to the agent, ho received a
letter addressed in a strange scrawling
hand. It was mailed at Newton, and,
puzzled to know who it was from, ho
broke it open. He read it about half
through, and sank into a chair groaning,
while the letter dropped at his feet. He
was alone in his room. After a few
moment she again seized the letter and,
read it through. It was as follows:
"Nr.wTO.v, May , 18 .
Mister Warren Stuurt, 1 recliln you will bo
surprised to it a lettur from mo, but I lmvo not
furgot you I thot 1 would rito im' toll you tho
nuso, yur folks is woll. Ilallio Arnold is stil the
bell. aur3 town fullers are a most ded fur her
but we know sho don't want 'om. that hired girl
of yur mams turned out bad. Sho got so bad
yur folks had to drivo hor off, an' then sho went
1 nlto with a strange feller to Mlstur Arnold's
an' stole som money an' juolry. now they hev got
her in jule, an' the littlo boy we are keopln' no
moar at present. Hon you will bo homo suno.
Gurdbi yur trend. Sam.y JONKS."
Warren arose, crushing tho badly
written, badly spelled epistlo in his
hands. Illiterate its tho letter was,
there was a depth of shrewdness in it
which he know did not belong to Sally
Jones. He paced tho floor a moment,
and then his resolution was formed.
Noble fellow tho dart.s of slander found
no vulnerable point in his armor of
faith in tho poor girl's innocence The
long silence, the fact that ho received
no letters, this unnecessary journey,
oonvinced him that there was a deep
conspiracy. He seized his hat and
valise, paid his hotel bill, which left
him with fifty-live cents in his pocket.
He walked down the street to a shop,
where three brass balls indicated the
business carried on within ; there ho
pawned his gold watch for twenty dol
lars, and hurried away to tho depot.
Ho bought a ticket to Stratton, which
was only forty miles from Newton.
At Stratton he must change cars, but
ho was assured that tho connection was
close. Filled with anxiety, and har
rassed by doubts and fears, Warren
traveled all day and all tho following
night. Ho did not take a sleeping
coach, because his limited means would
not allow this luxury. Occasionally ho
dozed its the train thundered along over
rolling prairies, forest glades and down
tho beautiful valleys. The moon was
riding high in tho heavens, and tho
stars twinkled upon tho earth. Ho
wondered if there could be any truth in
"Sal's" letter. Again and again he
nsked himself: "How is this all to and ;
will 1 bo enabled to savo her from dis
grace?'" At sunrise tho next morning the
train arrived at Stratton. Our horo
got oft" and asked tho first man ho saw
how soon tho first train to Newton
would come in.
"It is six hours late, sir, and will not
bo hero before twelve or one o'clock,"
the junction agent answored.
Although half wild with dolay, our
horo could do nothing but wait. As ho
was going into tho dining hall ho ran
against Pete, tho peddler.
"Hollo, Warren, yo'ro justhoroina
nick o' time," said Peto. "Did yo hear
about ycr gal?"
"Pete, let's take a room, I want to
hear it all from you."
Poto had walked over from Big Sandy
tho day before, and last night was the
thnt ho had hoard of it, but tho whole
?ountry was talking over tho supposed
larceny.
"It's all rt lie," said Pete, "it's every
At o' it a lie, made out o' wholo cloth,
ind shabby goods at that."
"Is sho roally in jail, and have you
oen hor?" askod Warron, ftiixiously.
Peto oxplninnd that ho had boon on h
railing tour and had not soen Hali'ii
dncuhu loft hor at Arnold's, but hit had
Jib strongost faith in hor innocgnoo, and
knew that he could convlnco Squiro
WAHUKN AMI THK l'KUDI.Ki:.
Mutters in tnrce minutes.
"The trial comes off to-day," said
Pete, "an' ef that blasted train were
on time wc could make it before it bo
gins." "Yes. and it may be over, and she
committed before wc get there'," said
Warren.
"That's so; but all we can do is
wait."
"Why was it behind time on this
morning?" said Warren. "Can we not
walk there?"
''No; nor hire a carriage that'll take
u any sooner than tho train, ef it
comes even at one o'clock.
Warren went out on the depot pint
form and began walking back and
forth the full length of it. Peto per
suaded him to cut some breakfast, but
it was a small .amount, and then ho
continued walking up and down tho
platform, while his whole soul seemed
on fire at tho delay.
CHAPTER XXL
T1IK DVINO CHILD.
Tho nearer Helen Lakeman's trial
approached, tho less chance there
seemed to be of proving her innocence.
There were so many corroborating cir
cumstances to fasten the guilt upon her.
Hut, strange to say, a reaction had set
in. Public sentiment, as to the belief
in her guilt, was just the same, but she
was gaining sympathy ovory day. The
weekly Newton papers for Newton,
like all other Western towns, had two
newspapers with an average cord-wood
subscription of four hundred each had
two columns, and several "squibs,"
devoted to larceny.
One headed the column of his article
"A Pity," and the other had "Sliaino"
as the catch line. The pity was for the
girl, and tho shame was that she
should be so neglected that she should
bo forced to steal for herself
and little brother. These two papers
were tho Newton Republican and the
Newton Democrat, both political sheets,
whose main idea was to carry the
county for their party in order to get
tho public printing, which is the lite
blood of many a country newspaper
Both seemed tolmrnionize, for once, on
tho one idea of sympathy for the poor
girl, even to suggesting a pardon,
should she bo convicted. This set peo
ple to talking. Many who had known
hor formerly, and know what a sweot,
patient girl she had been; how she had
borne her misfortunes declared sho
ought to be acquitted, oven if sho were
guilty. Of course she was guilty,
Judge Arnold never would have made
such a blunder as that.
About throe days before tho trial,
Clarence, who had sought in vain for
his brother's address, wont to Newton
to consult the lawyer, Mr. Layman.
His father had grown moro kindly to
ward the girl, though ho declared he
was actuated only by sympathy. Ho
knew she must bo guilty.
Clarence saw Mr. Layman and talked
with him about the case. That gentle
man had littlo hope, save the strong pub
lic sympathy for his client. Ho wont to
see Helen to offer sonio words of consola
tion, and found her much moro sad and
dejected than at first.
"Havo you seen my littlo brother?"
were almost tho first words sho uttered.
"No, Helen, I declare 1 was so busy
about you, that I forgot Amos, but I
guess he's all right."
"He's at tho poor-houso," sho said.
"What ! in tho hands of that scoun
drel, Bill Jones? It can not bo." '
Helen assured him ho was there, and
very ill. Tho wotting ho got tho even
ing before her arrest hud resulted in a
dangerous fevor.
Clarence vowed ho should bo taken
homo that night, and in a hour was rat
tling away to the poor-houso. When
ho reached tho front gate, a misorable,
rotten, tumble-down affair, he was
accosted by Hill Jones, tho keeper, a
pipe in his mouth, and his hands in his
pockets :
"What do you want here, Clarence?"
ho demanded.
"I camo horo for tho littlo sick boy,"
Clarenco answered.
"Which un?"
"Amos Lakeman."
"Who've you got your orders from?"
"From Heavon," answorod Clarence,
hitching his horse, and pushing on
through the gate past tho burly keopor.
"Yo'd better show your writin's."
"Whero is ho?" demanded Clarenco.
At this moment Simple Nancy, witli
her hideous gigglo, aroso from behind
a tree, and said :
"This way, this way."
Ho followed tho woman to an
old hut, dark, mlsorablo and dirty.
There, on a wretched bod, lay the
wasted form of littlo Amos. His
crutches wcro near him, but ho would
never need them again. Ho was about
to tnko wings to the land of eternal
ilny, whoro sorrow and sufl'uring ma
unknown.
Chtrenau was a strong youth, and
doomud It :i wunkiio to wuap, yat hu
uould not repress his tears nt this sight
of misecv.
LEGAL TECHNICALITIES.
Vf"h J- CrlmlnnU Should Not lie Tunifrt j
MMHH lin I TITIMI tiroailllA.
Why should any court be empowered
to turn loose a notorious robber
simply because a single step in the pro-
fil llilltra i"HI1ltlf 111 til V:m ITrnllnntlQ
though not ntl'ccting the question of I
guilt? A departure from strict rules
in election matter- is not allowed to
affect tiie result, provided the voter' !
intent is curried out; and mot men t
sense will say that technical errors at
a trial ought not to vitiate tho pro
'cdiiigs, provided no injustice is done.
But as long as the lawyer thinks his
duty is alone to the client who pays
him. and nothing to the public, this
debasement of honor and judicial
functions will go on.
When a criminal has neither money
nor political influence, justice issomo
tinies swift enough. A New York
daily some time ago reported that a
common thief, who had snatched n
scarf-pin worth a dollar, was "rail
roaded" through court in a few days
and sentenced to flvo years
in the penitenitary. wliilo a
saloon-keeper went free wlio
"had been arrested eighteen times in
two years on charges of beating,
assaulting and robbing women." But
the latter, it was expressly stated, had
"political influence," and boasted thnt
he had "a pull" on tho courts which
would always shield him. Perhaps
this was exaggerated; but no observant
man can doubt that justice
must often fail when the
bench is occupied by nctivo associates
of leading politicians. Tho method is
not openly to defend and set nt liberty,
but to rail at and stigniatizo witnesses
ns "informers." to discredit their testi
mony, make postponements, discharge
for alleged informalities, or put over
tho trial from court to court until pub
lic interest is lost, and then to per
manently "pigeon-hole" the charges
or enter a "not, pros." This is com
paratively easy in communities where
certain outlawed immoralities arc sup
ported by loc-il public: sentiment, such
as gambling, lotteries, horse-racing,
betting on elections, unlicensed liquor
selling, drunkenness, prize-fighting,
Sabbath desecration, etc. These can
not bo inailo legal, because tho State
is greater than the city, but local sen
timent is usually powerful enough to
control the courts, and through them
to make the laws a nullity. But with
a powerful bar bent on tho administra
tion of justice, and not conniving at
nor leading in opposition to good laws,
tliis could hardly happen. Hence it i
not very wide of the mark to say that
lawyers as a class do not tako n deej
interest in abstract justice, or that
the- are prominent in agitating foi
moral reforms. Philip Snyder, in 1'op
ular Science Monthly.
Wash-Dresses For Girls.
Gingham, Chamber)' aud percale
dresses for girls from four to ton yours
have high waists, plain ami pointed in
front, with a sash across tho back, or
else they have a belted waist with
eight or ten feather-stitched tucks
down the front and back, and are
slightly gathered into tho belt. Three
breadths are in the full skirt of small
dresses, and four breadths for larger
girls. To make tho plain waists moro
dressy, the collar and wrist-bunds may
be of while Hamburg edging, or there
may be a V of all-over embroidery just
below the collar, with rovers of edg
ing, or else it extends lowor, and the
edging forms bretelles over the shoul
ders. Jacket fronts like those worn
by small boys uro sot on sonio of these
high waists, and rows of small pearl
buttons, of tho kind called shirt but
tons, h re placed in a row so closo as to
nearly touch each other on the fronts
of the jacket, or diagonally on each
corner of the front, and then just be
low tin collar; also on the wrist-bands
of the full sleeves, or tho cull's of tho
coat sleeves. Scotch ginghams aro
chosen in largo plaids and wide irreg
ular stripes, oven for tiny girls; they
aro also worn in plain colors pink,
blue, buff and brown. Harper's Dazar.
A Good Reason Why.
They had been talking of tho sharp
games played on innocent people by
sharp men, when Croon looked up and
said:' t
"Gentlemen, I don't brag about my
wife being sharper than a razor, but
I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll write
note, sign it with my own name, and
ask hor to deliver my Sunday suit to
bearer for repairs. You may send It
up to tho hotiso, and, I'll hot you five
dollars, she'll bo too sharp to lot tho
clothes go."
"We'll tako that hot!" called two or
three voices, and thoro being fivo of
them they chipped in a dollar aploco.
Tho note was written aud signed and
dispatched by ft messenger boy. In
half mi hour ho returned, empty
handed 'as to clothes, but having a nolo
which road:
"Come off the perch! All tho clothes
you havo in tho world mo on your
back!"
"Gontlomcn," said the winner, as
ho pocketed his fiver, "let mo recom
mend it to you as something which al
ways wins, mid as I must meet a man
nt three o'clock I will now bid you
good-day!" Detroit Free Press.
There Is a story told of a Boston
nttornoy who, on the eve of being mini
tied, found it impossible to leach tho
appointed place, mid telegraphed for
"ft stay of proceedings," tho legal
phraseology of the dispatch proving
that over, al such an eventful time tho
disciple of Blnekstoiie ami Coko could
not shake oil the verbal futtors of tho
law. Doston Itudgct.
INTERESTING EXHIBIT.
n Mncnlflrpnt (irmip of ItUon In i Ca
nt the N'utUiniU Museum.
A magnificent group of bison or
American bulialo has just boon com
pleted at the National Museum. Tho
bntfalo wcro collected in various parts
of Montana br tho Smithsonian ex
po lition in 18S3. tho expedition sent
out by Prof. B did. aud In which ho
to k so much interest. Tho group wns
mounted by Taxidermist W. T. Hor
nnday. and the surroundings which he
designed are exlreinoly realistic.
Tho most striking moinbor of tho
group is nn adult bull, elevon years
old. who nto hN last niorsol of sago
brush on the C h of Dicimbor. 133S.
That day was to be the last day of tho
hunt. Tho wagons wcro boing load
ed tor tho start home, and while wait
ing for the start Prof. Ilorniulay and
two or three cowboys started out for
their last hunt. "This bull, with
a cow and a calf, was found,
and IV' f. llornaday immedi
ately gave chase to I ho bull, overlook
him. and shot him from the saddle,
breaking his shoulder. Tho bull fell,
recovered his foot, and started io run,
but s ion stopped ivid stood nt bay,
and was sketched in this position by
Prof, Hirnaday and killod.
Tho sk"lch was printed In a magn
zino nrlin'o describing tho hunt, and
tho bull lias boon mounted in nlmnst
tho same position in winch ho stood at
bay. The bull is very muscular, but
not fat, and tho pclago is of extra
ordinary longth anil finoncss. He is
believed lo bo tho largest bull ever
measured and recorded. Ho is b fi-ol
i Inchon high at tho shoulders lo tho
skin, and to the top of tho hair G t"t.
lli weight is estimated at 1 CO)
pounds.
Next to this big bull In tho enso Is an
8-ycnr old cow killed in November.
Sho is 4 feet 10 inches high. Near by
is anoihor younger cow, killod in
October. On a littlo hillock which
overhangs tho imitation pool of water
stands a line young "spiko" bull 1?
years old, killed in October. Tin
naino "spike" applies to malo bulla
loes until t hoy aro 4 years old, because
until that ago is reaoliod tho tip of
thoir horns is straight, not curved as
in adults.
The oilier members of tho group arc
n yearling calf, killed in October, nnd
ii sucking calf that was liikon alive nnd
brought hero whon tho expedition re
turned. For somo time it wns one ol
(he interesting tilings to bo seen
around llio museum, and became a
great favorite with the visitors, especi
ally tiie children. But tho climate
wns too much for him, nnd ono day
"San'dy" lay down and sighed his
young life out. His spirit is now in a
land whero there mo no Buffalo B.lls.
but Sandy is in t ho case with tho rest
of tho buffaloes, looking just as "cute"
as ho diil whon ho was lugging at his
rope and eating grass in the Smithson
ian grounds.
Tho enso is ft vory liandsonin one,
probably tlm largest glass case In this
.iiiulry, anil llio surroundings ol tlx
group iiisido tho case tiro vory real
stic Thoscono roprosonts a typical alka
line "water-Iiolo" on the groat north
ern biiflalo range, such as aro resorted
lo by wild animals nnd also by man.
The timo indicated is llio month of
Novombcr, whon tho small streams,
ire all dry and only those holes of
water roiuniii. In front of tho hole
pusses a typical buffalo trail, such as
wero made by herds of buflnlo all
over llio great pasturo region us they
traveled down water courses, tlnglo
file, in senrch of water.
Tho ground is covered with "bnnch
graBs" or brown bo.lge, buff.ilo grass,
sago brush and prickly pear, all
brought from Montana and iirrangod
in the caso witli llio grontcst iidolily
to nature.
On tho oast sldo of tho enso lies tho
skull of a defunct bull buffilo, nnd
across on tho oilier sido is the skull of
ii cow, lying just as they wcro whon
found by tho members of tho buffalo
expedition. In tho contor of tho enso
is a pool of water, onco pnrt of a
stream, of which tho buffaloes wcro
in search. At ono side of this is a
small hillock, ono sido of which has
boon cut sharply away by tho water.
which has uncovered somo fossil
bones tho remains of long-dond buf
faloes. Tho animals aro contentedly
groupod around, tho "spiko" buffalo
standing on top of the hillock.
Tho twontv-fivo specimens killod
and preserved by tho Smithsonian ox
podllion wcro llio last of tho grent
northern herd, oxcopting thoso In tho
National Park, nnd wero tnkon so Hint
tlioy might bo preserved in tho inter
est of scionco, instead of boing total
ly dostroyod by cow-boys nnd hldo
hunters. Tho species Is now prnctl
cully extinct.
Tho group is by far tho largest nnd
hnndsomost ever mounted, nnd it
would bo almost impossible to dupli
onto It at nny cost. Washinqton
Critic
Bownro of Unit boing who indulges
in an uiiconlrolod tompir, if you do
sire poneo nnd happiness. Many n
lofty mind mid nhlo gonitis has by its
i ti 11 no ii co bocomo the bano of friend
ship, the curso of home, ami tho drond
f society. It destroys the ponco of
families, poisons the fountains of hap
piness, and dries up tho soiiioo of
vnry pleasure. Bounty, wit, wealth,
taloiiis, fume nnd honor nan novor be
a suljKtiuile. This ono gem outweighs
horn nil an iiinlablo lompur. Oood
Cheer.
A man may buar tho stamp of
honesty and worth, but ho can't mull
uluttor with lLJ)lngh union Leader,
PITH AND POINT.
A hodgo botwecu koops friendship
grcon.
If you havo no onemios mark,
yourself down ns of uo account.
Somo newspapers aro too dull t;
bo worth filing. i'neft.
Biauty is but skin dcop. Ther
is no peach so hniidsoiuo ns a sour
elingstono.
A lot of city mothers could mnnngo
city affniiM hotter than tho average
gang of city father:". .V. 0. Picayune
In tho wrestle botwoon mail and
rum. tho oftouer tho man downs tha
rum tho moro surely will tho ruin coim
out on tojv.
A clergyman said ho novor know
ft roguo who was not unhappy. Of
courso not; It is lh rogues who nr
not known ihat aro the hnppy ones.
If tho rogrets which too often !!
nt tho end of life could bo put into
linn resolutions at the beginning, tho
would nltor tho atf ilrs of life.
Tho Collin Trust is a gravo under
taking, but it ought to flourish long
enough lo provide all the other trust
with burial casoa. Philadelphia Press.
Calumny, says n philosopher, it
like n coal, if itdooi not burn it witli
soil. Yos, aud calumny warms n, ma
about ns woll as coal, too. S.ill, wa
prefer coal. Life.
It is by plodding steadily along,
day in ami day out, that wo nchiave
our pucci'ssos. Thoy who ninko thoir
gnins olherwiso nro eccentricities, and.
not lit, therefore, to bo takon ns ex
amples. Thoro aro a good many poopla
who aro nbsolutoly suro that thoy
could mnko an undying literary repu
tation for tliomsolvos if thoy could on
ly think of something to say. Sontcr
ville Journal.
"Horo are fivo gold dollnrs," snld
grandpa to littlo Harry, "ono for oncb
of your birthdays. What moro comV
n littlo shuvor liko you wish forP" '
"Only that I was as old ns you. grand
pa," was tho reply. Youth's' C'owt.
panion.
SOME WITTY ANSWERS. N
Aimnlnc lldimirk Muiln In KnclUli Coortt
ol I, HIT.
Our courts of law havo furnished ns
nt various limes with vory witty and
nniusing remarks, lawyers and prison
ers aliko being guilty on this score
Doubtless every ono has hoard of tha
Irishman who, in reply to tho qtios
tlon: Guilty, or not guilty?" said "ho
would liko to hoar tho evidence boforo
ho would plead. " A magistrate in
anothor caso was dcullng willi Ja va
grnnt, nnd in a so vera to no addressed
him thus: "You havo beon up bofora
mo half n dozen tliuos this year."
thereby giving him to understand that
ho had appeared too often on tha
see no. 'Jho prisoner, howovor, was'
equal to tho occasion, for ho ropliods
' Come, now. judge uono of thaU
Every timo I've boon hero I'vo goon,
you here. You tiro horo moro than 1
am. People who II vo in glnss houses
shouldn't throw stonos."
Cumin, tho Irish ndvocntc, wns on a
day examining a witness, nnd, failing
to got a direct answer, said: "There
is no uso in asking you questions, for
1 sco the villain in your face." 'Do
you, sir?" said tho man, with a smile.
"Falx, I novor know boforo that my
f ico wns ft looking-glass." On an
oihor occasion ho was out walking
with ft friond who wns extremely
punctilious in his conversation. Tha
latter, hearing n porson near him say
curosity for curiosity, cxclnimrdx
"How that man murders tho English
lftiigiiftgo!" "Not so bad its that." re
plied Curriui; "ho has only knock
an t nut!'
"Prisoner nt tho bnr," snld a judgw
"Is thoro nny tiling you would wish ta
sny boforo sontonco Is pnsBcd upo
j'ouP" Tho prisoner lookod toward,
tho door, and romnrkod thnt ho would
liko to say "Good ovouhig, if it waa
ngrooablo to tho company."
"I roinombor," snys Lord EId,.
"Mr. Justico Gould trying it caso at
York, and whon ho hnd proceeded for
about two hours ho ob3crvod: 'Ilera
nro only olovon jurymon In tho boxr.
whoro Is tho twolfih?1 'Plonio you
my lord,' said ono of tho olovon, 'ha
has gono away nbout somo business;
but ho has left his verdict with mo.' '
This is almost on a par with n casa
trlod in ono of tho Liuicashlro courts,
whon Sorjonnt Cross wns n resident
bnrrlster in that county. Tho jury.,
having consulted nnd ngroed upo
thoir verdict, woro nddrossod by tha
clerk of tho penco: "How sny yon,
gentlemen of tho jury; do you flni.
fortho plftlntifTor tho defendant?"
"What snyn yoP I duiinot under
stand, " said tho foreman.
"Why, as you havo decided, all 1.
want to know is whothor your verdict
is for tho plaintiff or tho defendant'
Tho foromau wns still grontly om
hnrrassod; but ho ropliods "Whoy, I
raly dunnot know, but wo'ro for him
ns Muster Cross is for. "
Lord Cockburn's looks, tones, I'aa-
guago and manrror woro nlwnya suok
as to mnko ono think that he bollevott
every word ho said. On ono occasion.,
boforo ho wns raisod to tha
bonch, whon dofondlng a murder
er, although ho fitllod to convince
tho judgo and jurymon of tho inno
couco of his client, yot ho convlncoi
tho murderer hlmsolf that ho wns In
nocont. Sontonco of dontu wns pro
iiouncod, and tho dny nt execution
fixed for, say, tho 20.h of January. A
Lyrd Cockburn was passing tho cou
domtiy.l man, tho latter solzod bin,
by tho gow", sayings "I hnvu not
gotjiistloe. Mr. Cookbnrn -I lmvo no
got justloo. " To this tho ntlvocata
coolly ropllodt 'Torlmps not; but
you'll got it on tho 20.h of January.
(.hamlets' Journal.