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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
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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.
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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
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111 Y. Sit' I W M Sl"lttii: .V,
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".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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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!
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OUEfiOX CITY MADE
Men nl Hoys'
Clt li lnr,
rnilrrnrn r,
FlnniirN,
lilniikcf .
Ami Varus, j
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Groceries,
Cutlery, !
Jewelry,
Muxicnl j
Inst riimenls,
Toys, i
Ktc, !
AT THE j
Lowest Prices
For OVSI-I.
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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
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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
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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.
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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."
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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.
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