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O O fill ifi ififi o o O O G o o o O 0 o DEVOTED TO POLITICS, IYEWS, LITERATURE, AND THE BEST INTERESTS OF OREGON. O o 0 0' i i ! VOL. 9. THE ENTERPRISE. ALOSM. DEMOCRATIC NEWSPAPER FOR T II K Farmer, Bnsinm: Man, Family Circle. IS HER. OFFICIAL PAPER FOR "CLACKAMAS CO. OKKICK In Kmiii'RWK DulMlns, one jr outli of Masonic Ruildiiiir. Mum t. Ttrittt of JutcrliUoii t Sin'le Copy One Yenr, In Advance f2.R0 Six Months" " 1.50 1rit4 of Al vrtllMf i Tramlent advertisements. Including all l.-al notice, V square of twelve liiieiTone week 2.5 For fHch sub.Miiient ins'-rtlon... Oiiei.'vlmiin.oti year lj?U fu"iii. v0r.l, 1 square, one year SOCIETY NO VICES. uui'.con i.op;i: no. a, 1. 1. o. i, Meets every Thursday j&S&S. -vciwiiJCiit?1 o'clock, in the JcS?552 odd iVllows' Hall, Mam agwtffe1' street. Members of the Or- dr arc- invitod to attend, lly order N. t. itr.ur.ee a in:;iti:i: i.oic;u no. X I. o. o. V., MeeU.on the frfffTst-t .s.k;.ii I ami Fourth Tues- J d.v evenings e:u h iiioidh AT-V at 7 clock, in the Odd Fellows' 11 ill. Mt-iiilHTSof the Decree nr "united to attend. IftlUKI IjTEl A.. jNTcA. hDlTOll A AT) t Hfr.NOM All I.ODCJi; NO. I, A.l. i J .t A. A!., Holds its regular coin- a. Ai iii:ini-itiiiiis n the First :nid WK Tiiird S iturd.ivs in each month, ,r ' ai 7 o'clock fro'm tlu-'JUth of Sep. ,.tiulier to the -joth of March ; and 7' , i '-o'clock from the "Joth of .March to the ; J'.Hh of S ;,(.Iht. P.iethreii in good , ;: J.I.IU I i f r nr iti hod to attend. r lly order of W. M. MMCAMIMIKXT NO. 1,1. O. . F.. Meet at Odd Fellows' q rv llill on tie- FifM andTliirdTiies- jgv .1 y i-i -li in Mith. I'.itriarehx in ' 1 t.m lin;4 are invited to attend. ri.n-V'- i:nc i.vmi:n r no. c. It. '. M "t at odd K.-IIo.vs' Hall, in Or. it ! '!.'. 'r - t, M'nulay voiiin, at ; 1 l-v;. .M'ni'i ri of t li nl-r ar-iu-ti; I li iU n-l. M. ATI IKY, L . I. iln'v, U.S. in i-'Tly li i - .V .V H . .V f a i: o s. .i. w. xouni.s. M. IJ., 111 Y. Sit' I W M Sl"lttii: .V, ; n ; n .v r I r o i: u a o x. ".ti'- l"-St ir.s in r'liarma ti's- I'rick, M mi sir t. im.'l Itl. W. W HO UK LAN I), ATTORNEY-AT-LAW; o:tr.t;i citv, dukuox. OFKICK HwIii Street, oppiilf lli- I L r K L. A T ATTORN EY-AT-L AW: 01a3?i ClTf, - - OREGON. " M-'KhT. fhannan'slirik. Main st . jni.rl'-0 :tf. JOHNSON & McCOWN rroiixnvs wo roijSSELuus at-lwv. Orogon Cit, Oregon. VWill prailw in nil tho Courts of tliu Hi ii S(fctal Rtfnllon i;ivin to cas"s in th. U. f. Ijnt Offlci at Or-'on City. 5Airl7-tf. J!,. T. 13 A R I 1ST, ATTORNEY-AT-LA W, 1 OEEfiOX CITV, : : 0KEG0X. OFFICE Over Poiv'-s Tin Store, Main trt. JIiiiar7;Mf. Dr. S. PARKER, 1ATE OF INMtTI.AMn. OKKEII.S HIS J srrie'R ns riiysicliin and Surjjoon t tli- oi of Clackamas county, who may t any tim be in tvcl of a physician. Ho has ope ii el an otllc at Ward A Harilinjr's I rii!l Store whori" tu Cftn lx' founl at all tiin-s f the lay when not t-n;rarHl in pro fessional calls. K-siVMe Main Street, n" it door hut one above It. Cau fit-M's store. 0 October St, 17 1. tf JOHN 31. UACON, IMIDCTEIt AND IK AI.EIt in iLiioks Stationery. lVrfum- Oregon City, Or-LTii. HjTAt Cliannan Warner's old stand, ntcly iKcuptxd by S. Ackeman. Main st. OREGON CITY BREWERY Henry HumlcU H AVIS'li rcucii.xs- v ed the atiove P.n'T- 2 erv wished to inform the taiblic that he is non- pninred t manufacture a No. 1 quaJ. itv or I.AGHRHXRR. . -as pood a.s can be obtained anywhere in :l th" state. Orders solicited and promptly filled. I" OYSTER SALOON & V II li K S T A U R A MT! LOUIS SAAL, Proprietor. .'!' street, - - - - Oregon City. )YsTKUS WII.T. HE SERVED FROM ' and nfter this date durlnp: the Winter ason. The Ust qualit i s of 'RKNt H Mtlrt AM Kill CAN C AND IKS. lur s;iie in nuuntitk's to suit , - I 0 1 .. JOHN SCHRAM, 3Iain St., Oregon City. MAM'FACTl'RER AND IMPORTER OF Sailillvs, IlnrncHH, -.Suridlery-ilurd-ware, etc., ete. HICII HE OFFERS AS CHEAP AS can be had In the State, nt WHOLESALE OR RETAIL. K7 warrant my gooils as represented. -i ii M r' 1,000 DEER SKINS W A 1ST T K D, AND AtJiO, VId, OTHER KINDS OF HIDES, FOR which I will pav the hihes market price in cash Rring on your hides and get yourcoin forthem. JOHN SCHRAM, Siiddle and Harness Maker. Oregon City, Oregon, July 11, 187:m3. WAGON AND CARRIAGE .11 A N U FA CTORY ! milE IT N I) E RS Hi NED, JL havintr increased t he dl-im-nsions of his premises, at t he old stand on t he Corner nt Mm in uml THIrd Street, Oregon City, Oregon, Takes this method of informins his old na troiis, and as many new ones as may be pleased to call, that he is now prepared, with ample rom, jrood materials, and the very liest of mechanics, to build anew, r consiruci, maiie. painr, iron and turn out ail complete, any sort ff a vehicle from a common Cart to a Concord Coach. Try me. Hlnrkfciult Itlnj;, Horse or Ox Shoeing and (ianeral Jobbing neailv, nuicklv, and clicaply done. DAVID SM ITH. AT E. D. KELLY'S, MAIN STREET, OREGON CITV, IrST ARRIVED. DIRECT FROM SAN Francisco, all the LATKRT STVLKS of Fall and Winter T-IjxI.s & Bonnets, Trimmed and Cntrlmined, for Fall and Winter wear, which otr,-r to the ladies of Oregon City and vicinity at exeeedinly lOW 1 'rices. MILLINERY GOODS. M1LLINE3Y GOODS. HATS AND BONNETS. HATS AftC SONNETS. FEATHERS AND FLOWERS, FEATHERS AND FLOWERS. RIBCONS AND ORNAMENTS. RIB3SNS AND ORNAfvlcHTS. CALL AND EXAMINE. CALL AND EXAMINE. No troiibl-" to sho'v gooils, and no one uri-d to purchase. ( )iirdeire is t please our numerous custom--r. re-fii City, Oct. 25, 1ST I. tf i) U Y G () () O s c 1 G A S H A T S 1 LOTHI r o o T 8 A D S H O E S T () B A C C () s I now offer this stock of Ooo-ls at lrices far In-low any other house In the State. Times ap Iwird and money scarce and I will irive every one the worth of their money. I also koep a full assortment! i OUEfiOX CITY MADE Men nl Hoys' Clt li lnr, rnilrrnrn r, FlnniirN, lilniikcf . Ami Varus, j I ALSO 1 Groceries, Cutlery, ! Jewelry, Muxicnl j Inst riimenls, Toys, i Ktc, ! AT THE j Lowest Prices For OVSI-I. AT M.LEV S 1 octiutr J. P. WARD. fiEOROE A. HARni.(. WAED& HARDING, DRUGGISTS AND APOTHECARIES, KF.F.r CONST A NTT A" ON HAND A general assortment of Di-u-s and Choiiiitfalr. Perfumery, Soap. ( Ih u ml Hrnslte. , TriMeH. SHiMorter, Sliottlder Urates Fancy and Tot,- Articles, ALSO Kerosene Oil, L,,,,, Clilnineys, 01i , Pii 1 1 y, I'llinl, Oil.-. nrnUlu an(l Dye StiifTs, TIRE AVIXES AND LIQI ORS FOR ME DICINAL PURPOSES. PATENT MEDICINES, ETC. iTThysicians' Prescriptions carefully comiounded, and all onlers correctly an sweriMl. "Oi"'n at all hours of the nl?rht. VAll accounts must e paid montblv novtU f WARD &. ILVRDINU. COME AND SEE US! VIX. PATtTIES HAVING ACCOCNTS with Willln.ns V Harding can seo how the same stands at the end of th month. Wc want fcoiue money. oetJttf Ij OREGON CITY, OREGON, FRIDAY, CJretchen's Trouble. I was certain she was not happy v rested iu the hi A shadow always, and around the mouth dwelt an expression of repressed suffering -She moved through the house quiet ly, ready at all times to do pleasant little things for our comfort, but the smile that came with the offerings faded from her face, as you have seen the sunlight fade suddenly into the gloom of a darkened sky. I questioned the landlady of her history. "She is very pretty, the little Gretchen, she said, "and I am not surprised that you ask about her; most people do, that come here. Two years ago she sung all the day long, like the birds out yonder, but the chipper is all gone from her now, and no wonder. Her mother' was as good a woman as ever lived, well ed ucated, too, for these parts, and Gretchen's like her, died suddenly, and after that her father, being dis couraged, I reckon, went to the bad as fast as he could. From almost worshipping the girl, he took to abusing her, but nothing could make her leave him. Her mother was gone, he was all she had, you know. Well, a year ago come Christ mas how time runs the old man was up to Smalley's and drank a good deal, then went to gambling with J udge McLean's son who is a pretty hard case. Nobody knows how it came about, but Gretchen's father got mad and put a ball right through McLean's head and killed him. It M as a bad thing all around. The old Judge and his other son swore that the murderer, as they called him, should swiug for it, but he broke jail one night and has never been heard of since. Between you and me I think he had some help, for everybody around here believed his story that he done it in self-defence. Gretchen came to us the fol lowing day and has been with us ever since, for you see we have no child of our own. A better girl I never want around, but she's always as you've seen her. All her bright taking ways have left her, and she looks, I tell my husband, just as the flowers do when they are trying to raise their heads after a heavy show er has broken them down. She's a good little thing is Gretchen." After this I watched her closer than ever. The little inn in which I lived and where I had been spend ing the summer nestled among the rocks and trees at the foot of the mountain in the little village of M . With nothing to do save laying up the store of physical strength of which I stood greatly in need, this little German girl with her fair face and sad story, awakened the deepest interest in my heart, ami I longed to do something that would bring back the sunshine into her life. Time passed away. Every day I took long rambles, and the mountain paths became as familiar to me as the streets of my native city, mere was one dace high up, almost to the blue heavens, it seemed-, which I dearly loved. The way was rough and to one less sure-footed , perilous, but when this mountain eyrie was reached the view was sublime beyond description. Great piles of granite with the silence of ages upon them, scattered around, the rolling sea in the distance, and far down, the little village, with its restless heaits and busy hands, the same in kind as in the crowded metropolis, all lorm ed parts of the wonderful picture whose thrall held me many happy hours. Some loug ago convulsion of Nature had piled the rocks up so as to form a room, sheltered from the wind and commanding a view of the steep and rugged paths. It was sel dom that anyone ventured so high and I almost regarded it as 1113- own individual retreat, mine by right of occupation. The autumn storms, fearful in this climate, were beginning, and threat ened to iut an end to my ramblings, for it was a perilous venture to go where the golden sunshjne would, in a short half hour be lost in the dark ness of a tempest that seemed to tear asunder the eternal hills. And now there came a change in Gretchen. I noticed" it first one eve ning when some travelers, who had chanced here so late in the season, were talking of venturing up the mountain the next day. A sort of eager, scared expression looked out of her eyes as she listened, an ex pression, if it could be possible, that deepened into absolute terror. That night I could not sleep until long after the house was still, and when I did her face was present in my dreams. Tast midnight I awoke with a start, and, springing from bed, I went to the window and drew aside the curtain. There was no moon, but the stars were brightly shining in their distant homes, and by their light I saw some one stealing along under the trees and taking the path toward the mountain. It was little Gretchen. No one else could step so lightly, so gracefully, and yet so swiftly along. With the speed of thought I threw on my clothes and followed her. She was out of sight but I soon caught sight of her as she was rapidly climbing the steep hill-side. She carried something in her hand which she would change now and then to the other. Up, up she went,' steadily and swiftly, looking neither to the right or left of her. I kept close behind with a noiseless step, , that she need not know of my pres ence, and yet I might be able to pro tect her from the dangers to which this rash and terrible midnight jour ney exposed her. All curiosity as to her purpose was merged in over whelming anxiety, for to my sur prise she took the way to my lofty eyrie. By day, and in fair weather, it was sullicicntlv difficult for the un wary: but at niffht, when the streams were swollen by recent rains, when a fog, dense as the deepest darkness, might settle down at any moment, it was simply throwing away human life. Something seemed to watch over this little Gretchen, though, for the night remained clear and she was as snre-foated as the most skillful mountaineer. She reached the pile of rocks at last where I had spent so many happy hours, and disappeared from view. I would not venture any further, for then, and not till then, came the thought of what her errant might be. This little golden-haired German girl must not know that I had followed her, and yet I could not go back until she, too, returned So I stepped behind an overarching rock and awaited her coming. I can never forget that night watch. Way up in the mountain wild, whose des olation was even in the daytime apal ing, but now, with solemn midnight brooding over it all, I was almost overwhelmed with its grandeur. I had not long to wait. Very soon Gretchen reappeared, but not alone. A man walked beside her, with bent head and a shuttling gait, a man that a sudden intuition told me was her father, a fugitive from justice. As they drew near me, I caught frag ments of the conversation. "You must bo careful, father, of what I bring you, Gretchen was saying. "You know I might be pre vented from coming sometimes, and then what would you do, for you know you must not venture down to the village, whatev. r happens. "No, no, my girl; I understand that without your telling me," the man answered, "but you must man- ago to get here somehow. Oh, my God, how lonesome it is, with noth ing but the rocks to speak to," and there was a quiver in his voice as he spoke. "Don t fail me, Gretchen, and, a moment s pause be careful that no one sees you come and go. You would not betray me, would you, to get me out of the way?" he asked suddenly, in a changed voice. "Betray you," she said, "why do you say such cruel things. You are all I have in this world, and bad as you are I lovo you, father, oh, I love you. After this she burst into tears. They turned a bend in the path and I heard no more. Poor littlo Gretchen. It was not strange that your eyes were heavy and terror stricken! with such a, burden upon your heart, and the horror of discov ery before you, the only wonder was that you did not lose your senses. Quickly and stealthily I slipped away and took another route down the mountain ono that finally joined that which Gretchen had taken, and hurried on, that I might be near her the latter part of her perilous way. Strange that I took such interest in a poor little German girl, you will say. Ah, had you seen her as I did, your amaze would be lost in sympa thy. Well, every night for a week she made that terrible midnight journey, and I followed her. It would have beeu a serious thing, probably, cost me my life, had I been discovered by that desperate man, but my knowl edge of the mountain, gained in my long rambles, enabled me to avoid such dangers. I found he had re turned to his old home simply be cause he could not keep away, much as the moth flutters around the llime that will eventually be its destruc tion. At last one, two nights passed away and she remained at home. I concluded that she had persuaded him to go out once more where he might live without running such ter rible ventures for his miserable ex istence. The third night there was a fearful storm. It came on at sunset and grew in fury with every hour that passed. Nervous and excited, utter ly unable to sleep, I stood at my window, peeping out at the darkness that seemed full of raging demons. Now and then a sheet of lightning would throw a ghastly glare around, and again the wild tempest swallow ed everything in its inky horror. Once, when the light remained long er than usual, I saw some one speed swiftly by, and then was lost to my astonished gaze. Good heavens, it was Gretchen, going to her death on the mountains. In one brief mo ment I realized how she had stolen into my heart, and if her life were lost how worthless mine would be; the next I was Hying after her. She was nowhere to be seen. I rushed on as rapidly as the wild fury that filled the air would let me. Still no little Gretchen. Little rivulets, swollen to torrents, dashed by. Great rocks were torn from their beds and fell thundering down the mountain side. Blind instinct only kept me in the path, for I could not see two paces ahead except when the red lightning glare lit up the sky. It seemed ages before I readied the place where the wretched man had been in concealment. There was a momentary lull in the storm, and to my joy, I heard Gretchen's voice near me calling, "Father, father, whero are you?" Then came a great flash of lightning which seemed like the sudden letting in of the noontide glare. For a second I saw Gretchen standing but a step or two away, drenched and despairing, while sev erall xiaces off, in the shadow s of the overhanging rocks, cowered her fath er with awe-struck, horrified face. The next moment it. seemed as though the very foundations of the moun tain were giving away. Thrown to the -ground by the violence of the shock, it was some moments before I had strength to try to find Grotchen. That deafening peal seemed to have been the last throe of tho tempest in its death agony, for a comparative calm had succeeded. Groping my way along, I found her stretched in sensible upon the ground. I could COURTESY OF BANCROFT LIBRARY, UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, BERKELEY. CALIFORNIA. JANUARY 1, 1875. only take her in my arms and chafe her cold hands, calling her name in deaf ears and longing for the dark ness to pass away. At last a clear sky stretched above us. The stars shone down as brightly and twinkled as merrily as if the wild riotings of the tempest had notbeen. Gretchen moved slightly. "Father,' she Raid. For the first time I thought of the unhappy man, and looked where I had seen him last. Great God! a pile of rocks higher than my head had fallen upon the spot where he had stood, and, doubtless, buried him so deep that the hand of man could never reach him. Gretchen had not revived; so, lift ing her from the ground I hastened down the now dimly discernable pathway. How I managed to resell the inn I do not know, but I succeed ed in rousing the landlord; in a few words told my story, and, relieved from my burden, swooned away. To ward noon the next day I was myself again. They told me that Gretchen had recovered her senses about day light; that at her agonized entreaty a trusty servant had been dispatched up the mountain to see if there was any trace 01 her father, but he had returned telling them what I already knew, that only a pile of massive rocks was there, and no sign of a hu man beiner. There was but little doubt that ha and his sins were for ever buried from the light of day. Long afterward, when she could speak of it calmly, I learned from Gretchen that she thought ner mid night journeys had been discovered, and she was watched, so she dared not go. That terrible night, almost frantic at the thought of her father's starving condition, for she had not been able to take him each time but little food, lest it might bo missed, and fearing that he would venture down to the village, she resolved to brave the horrors of tho storm and goto him. What followed I have told you. Would you like to know what be came of this little blue-eyed German girl tho brave-hearted and loyal Gretchen ? I could tell you if J would, but I shall leave you to guess Locke a Monthly. I'carful Marine Disaster off Vancou ver Island. A dispatch from Victoria, dated the 25th ultimo, says: lhe JirUisit c olonist of this morning publishes the account of a fearful marine disaster on the west coast of Vancouver Island. The American bark Edwin, Captain Hughes, lum ber laden at Utsalada for Adelaide, sailed from Port Desist during a se vere gale. Outside of Cape Flattery it was observed that she did not obey the rudder, and the pumps be ing tried it was found that she was filling with water. The captain or dered the mizenmast cutaway and in a few minutes the mainmast fell on the deck. The captain's wife and two small children, who were in the hurricauo house, were washed over board and drowned. The Chinese cook was drowned in the galley. The captain, mate, and balance of the crew managed to climb up the rig ging and reach the foretop before the bark went on her beam ends. In the rigging they remained three days and nights without food and water, suffering horribly from cold and hunger, when at last they drifted on shore at the identical spot where the bark John Bright was lost, and the crew murdered by the savages some years ago. On the leach was found the body of the captain's wife, which is supposed te have been washed into the cabin and to have remained in side until the vessel was beached. The survivors were brought to Vic toria by the schooner Alert, and well cared for by the American Consul. Captain Hughes was the sole owner of the ship and cargo which was val ued at $28,000. He saved nothing except a gold chronometer, inscribed "The Paesident of the United States to Captain John It. Hughes, for the rescue of the American ship Aquilla, 1807." Business men are taking up a collection for the immediate wants of the Captain and crew. The "veteran" printer of tho Uni ted States, Wm. L. Barry, died Nov. 23d, in St. Louis, aged 9(1. He was undoubtedly the oldest printer in the country, and for a period of al most seventy years had stood almost daily at the ease, and when advan cing years eamo upon him to remind him that there was a limit to labor, and that he must rest, his love of the craft was such that he still held on, and refused to succumb to time. Up to a period within a few dars of his death ho was remarkably active both physically and mentally, anil his do cline into the grave was a happy end to a well spent life. The first regu lar "take" which he set after he be came a full-fledged printer, was a notice of the death of George Wash ington. He was a man remarkably well preserved, and did not appear, either in act or look, to be over sixty years of ager Politeness, to all was to his mind a great essential, and whomsoever he met in the street, lady, or gentleman, his hat was al wavs raised in salutation. Wretched-looking. Next to a rooster in a rain-storm, or a man with his mother-in-law on his arm, the most wretched-looking person in the world is a candidate who has just overheard some friend wanting to oet tnree to one that he wont be elected. On a breach of nromisn " trial in New Hampshire, the lover was shown to have written a letter to his sweet heart containing fifty-seven pages of note paper. The itirv cleared him on the ground that he was either in sane or idiotic. A Woman VUo Can Take Care of iierseii. A correspondent in Southern Mis souri gives the following delightful picture of society in that region: Driving along the road we encoun tered a slender, sallow female, with arms bare to the shoulders, and. not much clothes on, if we except the coperas colored petticoat, who was working a small patch of tobaeeo." The work was that of pulling off the shoots which are known as suckers, and crushing the monstrous green worms. I inquired if we could get a drink of water. She spat out a mouthful of tobacco juice with a " chit," and said: "That's the and thar's a gourd in it." ' Having slacked my thirst with a draught of highly medicated fluid, which tasted strongly of old horse shoes and hoop-iron, I sought to strike up a conversation. In passing to the spring I saw a man with a very red and scorched face and two fearfully bunged eyes, sneaking ofl in the corn. "Is that your husband back there?" I inquired. " HimT Not much, I reckon. My old man's gone down to the bottom to see if he kin kill a mess o' squir rels, or mebbe a young turkey. That's Arkansas Jim, the ornariest, triflinest, good-for-nothin'est whelp this side o' the nation. Ho hangs around here and helps my old man with the bosses, but he ain't worth salt. Come out of there ye durned galoot, an' show yourself. Yester day he tuk a cow down to Bresh creke, we sold to Ferris, and he got hold o' some whisky, an' got drunk as a matter o' course. Then he got into a fight, and the other fellow ruther got away with him, I guess. I wish he'd killed the blasted beast." " What is that truck?" I inquired innocently, pointing to the tobacco. " Well, stranger," she replied with a twinkle in her black eyes, "you must be awful green not to know that. Whar have you been livin' all your life? Why, that's terbacker We raise a little for our own use People may say what they please, but I tell yon terbacker's a great comfort. I couldn't get along with out it. I say, stranger, hev 3e got any store trbacker about ye? I got plenty o twist, but 1 lite navy best." " Unfortunately I don't chew," but I offered her a cigar. " A seegyar! Well, I generally smoke a pipe, but I don't mind tryin' your seegyar just for a change." She wiped the green gum of the suckers on her petticoat and took the offered cigar, while I struck a match. After taking a few puffs she said : "Well, I rather like this. It's one o them what they call Havan ners, ain't it? Mighty nice tasted, but it dou't go to the spot liko a pipe. I say, stranger, wouldn't you like to see my old man? Jest hitch your boss, an' tell the nigger to come in out o' the sun, a I'll blow the horn for him to come up." I mildly suggested that I was afraid the " old man might get jeal ous; that men with good-looking wives were subject to the complaint." " Jealous? I'd like to see him try that on me; I'd give him snmthin'to be jealous for. He knows durned well that I'm all right, and that I won't have any airs put on over me. Ez for bein' good-lookin I've seen the time, stranger, when you might have said so an' told no lie, nuther. But, havin' the ager and a raft o' young uns, and livin like this, takes the starch onten a young gal mighty quick, I tell you. This is a mighty fine country for cows, but its awful on wimmm. 'Morning stranger. Next time ye see a patch o' terbacker ye won't have to ask what it is." . The Farmer's Foe. There is a discussion as to what or who are the real foes of farmers. This discus sion does not as yet seem to have evolved the truth, at least not the whole of it. One of the chief and real foes of the farmer is himself is his lack of knowledge of business, not simply the business of produ cing crops, but of the commercial business involved in the disposal of them. Another is his apparent wil lingness to run in debt.to extend the area of his domain beyond the scope of his capital to purchase and pay for and render productive what he purchases. These two foes to his progress are so real, so radical, so clossly at the bottom of all his mis fortunes, that if he will concentrate his efforts to overcome them, tho other foes will retreat. Close Elections. To use a yul arism, many of the successful can didates at the recent Congressional elections "went in by the skin of tl icir teeth." Cutler beat Phelps in New Jersey by -t votes. Harrison, in one of Chicago's districts had only 7 majority. The Erie district in Pennsylvania elects Egbert over Curtis by 11 votes; Ainsworth, in Iowa, has 59 majority; Wash, in Ma ryland, has 78 majority, and Baker. in Indiana, 58 majority. Foster, in Ohio. Dabney, in Georgia, Farwell, in Illinois, Tufts, in Iowa, Boone in Kentucky, and Frot, in Marsachu setts, are elected by less than 100 majority. Out of these close runs will grow a crop of contests for seats m the next House of Iienresenta- tives. "Dar ar," said a colored preacher to his hearers, "but two roads dat lead to ' life eberlasting. One am a broad narrow road an' dat am sure destruction ; de odder am a narrow broad road, and dat am certain deth. "If dat am de case," said one of his hearers, "dis indiwidual takes to de wood3." NO. 10. The Spirit of Monopoly. The following8 extract from tho farewell Message of Andrew Jackson delivered in 1So7, the year cof tho first great panic, deserves to be re produced at this time, in exposition to herotical ideas on tho subject of the currency, corporations, and kin dred questions: Tho planter, the farmer, the me chanic, all know tlfat their success depends upon their own industry and economy and that they must not expect to become suddenly rich by fruits of their toil. Yet these classes of society form the great bod3T of tho people of the United0 States; they are thejLone and sinue. of tho coun try, men who love liberty and desiro nothing but equal rights and equal laws, and who morover hold the great mass of our national wealth, although it is distributed in moder ate amounts among tho millions of freemen who possess it overwhelming numbers on their side, they are But, with and wealth in constant danger of losing their fair influencoO in the Government, and with diffi culty maintain their just rights against the incessant efforts daily made to encroach upon them. Tho mischief springs from the power which the moneyed interests derive from a paper currency, which they are able to control; from the multi tude of corporations, with exclusive privileges, which they have succeed ed in obtaining in the different States, and which are employed al together for their benefit, and unless you become more watchful in your States and check this spirit of mo nopoly and thirst for exclusive priv ileges, you will in the end find that the most important powers-, of gov ernment have been given orTjartered away, and that the control over your dearest interests has passed into the hands of these corporations. The Hat of the Peiuod. Tho Chicago Liter-Oi-mu has a treatise on woman's hats, in which it says: " You meet a remarkably modest and timid-appeariug voting lady to-day. and you notice that her hat has a meek and shrinking indentation iu the crown. It looks as if it want ed to shun the wicked world and hang itself up in a nunnery. To morrow you meet the same lady, and what a change! She appears as charming as Joan of Arc and as in deiendent as the president of a woman's congress. And her whole appearance is thus altered by pin ning up the front of that hat. Next day she appears like a brigand. Tho brim is flattened out, and her eyes gleam furiously from underneath, as if watching an opportunity to order you to stand and deliver. Y'ou see her again, and the rim is turned up behind, while it is very flat in front, giving her an appearance of a female Solon Shingle trying to find a custo mer for that 'bar'l of apple sass.' Again, and it is pitched on the ex treme back of the head, reminding you of Toodles in his cups, when he is assuring the 'sailorman that when his father heard of the sailorman's death 'he went broken-he-rtetl to the grave, and died there.'' With all these advantages, it is no wonder that the reigning hat is popular and. is comfortable to the head so they say and it is an ornament or a dis guise, as required. It is a demure, jaunty, meek, saucy, bold, sly, obsti nate, conciliating, tender whatever yon pleaso everything by turns, and nothing long. It is the hat of the period, cunning and deceitful, but, abovo all things desperately wicked." Coming Back. Georgia's Confed erate element in the next United States Congress will be very consid erable. It will consist of Mr. Ste phens, the Vice President of the Con federacy; Mr. Hartridge, and W. E. Smith. These are all members of the House, and were members of tho Confederate Congress. In the Sen ate there is the gallant Gordon, who was, as is well known, one of the first leaders in the lost cause. Moreover, lie is very likely to represent the old crnpiro State of tho South as Vice President of the united States in a few moro years. There are other old army officers who are now Congress men elect. Georgia is right in put ting forward these old war horses. They were faithful in tho past and can bo relied on in the future. With her two noble Senators and her truo representatives, Georgia need not fear that her voice will not be heard properly and powerfully uxon all important measures that come before the national legislature. A man who was laboring under the influence of liquor recently open ed the door of the sitting-room at one of the, depots, and exclaimed.-"I want to get married. I am worth a million dollars." There weft six teen ladies in the room, and a man who looked around a'nd watched them, says that every single ono of them dropped her eyes, puckered up her mouth and tried to look loving, including two who were over seventy years of age. . . m An Important Comma. A printer, meddling with a coroner's jury, struck out a comma after the word "apoplexy," making the sentence read thus: "Deceased came to his death by excessive drinking, produc-. ing apoplexy in the minds of the jury." o A Western paper announces the death of a lady celebrated for tho purity of her character and com plexion. - The tax on dogs in Massachusetts is two dollars ner male and five dol lars per female. The tax goes to tho iheep fund. G O o o o o O O o o o o 0 o o O o o o o o 0 O