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M’MINNVILLE, OREGON, JULY 13, 1886.
WEST SIDE TELEPHONE.
Publishers and Proprietors.
One year............................................................ $ 2 00
Fit niunths........................................................ 125
Entered in the Postoihce ut McMinnville, Or.,
as second-class matter.
—At a drum tap nine million soldiers
could take arms in Europe.
—The establishment of a daily church
newspaper is advocated in London.
—A Chinese bank note 3,284 years
old is in the museum at St. Petersburg.
—A boy at Gera, Germany, died of
blood-poisoning in consequence of play
ing with a cat which had just killed a
1>K I hem
l A YER
No sacred monumental urn,
Nor vaunted funereal pra'se,
Here lure» the passer-by to turn
With mute and reverential gaze.
No cypress throws quaint shadows here
I pon some sculptured marble tomb.
Where rests Stone one to memory dear.
Amidst the churchyard’s solemn g loo in.
But in some unfrequented glade,
Where flagrant flowers bloom and die,
Ami where, beneath the wood s deep shade,
In wild profusion ferns do lie.
Where bluebells, with the golden furze,
The wild rose and the daffodil,
With ivy, moss, and countless burrs.
Lie scattered o er the verdant hill;
Beside some cool sequestered stream,
Shaded from the stormy weather.
Where the sun s last lingering gleam
Fades upon the mountain heather—
There, where the grass Is soft and green,
With un adow-sweet and cowslips, too,
And fairest snowdrops may be seen
Weeping in the morning dew;
And where the skylark’s evening song
Comes floating on the perfumed breezy
And woodland music, all day long,
Lingers in the murmuring trees—
Just there, beneath that laurel’s shade.
Where moss and ivy deck the ground.
The truest, kindest friend is laid—
My noble, taithiul, trusty hound.
—A. Al. Caradoc, in Chamber's Journal
—Dr. Heckel has discovered a tree in
Central Africa called the karite, which
grows in dense forests and yields a sup
ply of gutta-percha.
—The monument roared to the memo
ry of El Mahdi in the Soudan is a tower
of birch, whitewashed and bearing the
“The Ambassador of
—A recent careful calculation shows
that England owns nearly three times
as large aa extent of colonies as all the
rest of Europe together, Her colonies
are eighty-five times as big as the mother
—The proportions of the different
colors in eyes among the people of Italy
is thus estimated by Prof. Mantegazza:
Black eyes, twenty-two per cent.; chest
nut, sixty-four; blue, eleven; and gray
eyes, three per cent.
—The Vienna Allqemeine Zeilung
some time ago offered a number of
prizes for the best feuilleton article sent
in (with a motto) up to a certain date.
No fewer than 473 manuscripts were
received, and the first prize was as
signed to a woman—Frau Francisca
von Kapff-Essenther. The jury consist
ed of well-known men of letters.
—At Windsor Castle the rooms
which were occupied by the late John
Brown, the Queen’s faithful old serv
ant, have been rigorously closed since
his death, and the Queen ha.« placed a
large brass tablet in the bed-room,
which bears an inscription relating how
John Brown died in this room, eulo
gizing his virtues and deploring his
—At a recent sale of autographs in
Berlin the following prices were paid:
For a Bismarck letter, $30; an Andreas
Hoffer, $75; a Vergniaud, $112; Robes
pierre, $35; Kosciusco, $19; a Bee
thoven cadenza to the first movement
of Mozart’s I) luuKii
L’>, $55; a
manuscript of musical sketches, $29;
Cherubini letter, $38, and a Haydn,
—According to some recently pub
lished statistics there have been fought
in France since 1870 no less than 847
duels, besides many between officers
and private soldiers, which are scarcely
ever mentioned in the papers. Out of
these 847 duels only nine resulted in one
of the parties being disabled. In nine-
ty-eight per cent of the c->«es the com-
batants left the field unscathed.
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THE POOR HUNCHBACK.
A Pitiful Story of Frosch Peasant
The “Poor Hunchback" was what
they called her. although she had a i
family name and three or four Chris-
tian names besides, selected some fifty
years before from the almanac, or given
at the t me of her christening.
She had received all the sacraments
except one -that of marriage; for the
simple reason that during her youth
she had not been able to find a hus
band to her liking. Still, it is true, she
was quite hard to please in this respect,
although one who is deformed can not
generally' afford to be so fastid'ous.
She was not born a hunchback. Her
misfortune was the result of an acci
dent which occurred when she was
scarcely ten years old. One day when
she was about to get a whipping she
tried to escape by going under the bed.
Her grandmother had tried to pull her
out by the artn. and her shoulder, strik
ing against a sharp angle of the heavy
bed post, was fractured.
They took her to the village bone-
setter—a woman—who, after having
felt the hurt place, pulled the joint un
til it cracked, ordered a six-to-the-
pound candle to be melted over a glass
of water, gave the parent a package of
dry herbs to make a lisane with, and
for all her trouble asked only a remun
eration of forty cents and two pounds
From that time the little girl found
that it hurt her a great deal when she
stooped to pluck up weeds, or when
she bent down over her washing. As
she grew older it was noticed that one
of her shoulders grew round, and re-
tna’ned much lower than the other one.
At last this condition became so marked
that folks declared her hunchbacked.
And she was so, in fact.
The first time they told her she got
angry and began to cry. She would
not believe it, and tried to see herself
in a broken looking glass nailed to the
wall near a window. She asked, under
promise of secrecy, all the young girls
of her age whom she d d not believe to
be malicious or likely to break a prom
ise. to tell her if what had been said
about her having a hump was true.
LAKE GENE A.
Finally she found herself compelled to
The Mont Beautiful of Switzerland’s In- believe in the fact of her deformity^
numerable Mountain Lakes.
But even then she tried to train herself
The extremest depth of the lake is up never to think about it; and she disliked
wards of a thousand feet, and the high to have it spoken of.
Quite young as she was, she said to
est of the mountains which guard its herself
that her life was ruined; that
repose are' several thousands of feet she was aheadj just like any of those
high. Its deep blue color separates very old women that nobody would
it from all other lakes of Switzer ever think of loving; and w.th this gen
land, whose waters are mostly green; eral crumbling down of all her future
and this, its individuality of color, is a plans, and the vanishing of all her
hungry hope for happiness, she ceased
phenomenon which has never been to consider life except as what it really
definitely explained. In other respects, is—a painful duty one must accomplish
too, it has a character of its own, and in order to reach a better condition.
is a mystery. It is subject to sudden
It seemed to her unjust that one's
and unaccountable fluctuations of level, whole life should be spoiled like that—
amounting sometimes to several feet; all at once—without some hope of com
tidal waves, as it were,
which mencing another and a happier exist
flow indifferently from end to ence; and ths idea, combined with the
side to side, little of what she could vaguely under
the stand of 'he sermons preached at the
Alps swell it to" its utmost volume in town church, on high mass days,
the summer; but the coldest winters brought her to believe that if she would
never freeze it entirely over. Where but courageously endure this life she
dwells the invisible spirit of this lake, would come back again — "stra’ght and
and what is that spirit, pres'ding so si handsome" in another life.
lently but imperiously oVr its character
She became very pious. She zealous
and life? Trout swim its depths. Wild ly began trying to wearing out her life
swans skim over its surface. Ducks, bv hard work—like certain needy folk,
sea swallows and the white-winged gull who believe that in abridging each
sport in the air above it The chestnut week’s task by extra labor, they hasten
tree, the magnolia, the trumpet-creeper, the confng of their day of rest. To the
the cedar, the fig and the pomegranate hunchback it seemed that the day of
join with the vine in the decoration of her death Would be a fair Sunday in
its shores. The hand of man has added deed.
castle and chateau, chalet and villa,
And every time that she met the par
until the whole northern shore and parts ish priest, or another monsieuj pretrie,
of the southern have beeome a circlet of she talked with them in the most art
habitation, nestled in beds of living less fashion about the new I fe in which
green, contrasting in a fine harmony she would not be humpbacked any
with the lake between.— Geneva Cor. more.
Nhe remained a long time in the em-
plov of a farmer as sen ant.
—Paper is about to monopolize an
Toward her twenty-fifth year flhe
other branch of industry, which is no found herseif alone in the world—all
less a one than the making of gentle her family having d cd. There re
men’s headgear. By a new process oi mained to her, b ■ way of inheritance,
manipulation, hats more serviceable onh a dwelling place hollowed out ’n
and finer than anything now on the the rock, with a brick oven in which to
market are made of wood pulp. They bake bread and a strip of vinej ard just
are impervious to water and not want enough for one person to cultivate.
ing in flexibility. It is believed tliai
She left her situation in order to live
felt hatswill have to take a back seat as in her chambron. where her sole pos
soon as these new hats can be placed in session in the way of furniture con-
the market in sufficient numbers to .up- ■ sted of the bed against which her
ply the demand.— Troy Times.
snounter ha<l Ocen il .«located, an old sion sue talked to mm aoout tiie other
clollies-press. a kneading trough, a world. It seemed to her that she had
comtoise clock in its wooden ease, and already beeome less deformed. She
felt as if transfigured. And she always
a chair as low a prie-dieu.
By day she used to visit the village kept asking:
“1 will come back again, won’t I?”
folk. They often gave her sewing to
“Yes. mv child,” replied the old man.
do. Sometimes they employed her for
"Straight and my own master.”
a little while to do odd jobs about the
"Stra ght and your own master."
house or to iron. For such work she
She smiled with pleasure, tried to sit
received her board and ten cents a day.
In the morning, before dawn, ere up, and d ed.
My par sb priest wrote me all about
going to her "day's work,” she went to
look after her little field and trim her it yesterday. I felt very sorry; for I
vines; then at the first stroke of the knew the hunchback, when I was little.
Angelus. she started off in her great I do not khow whether she will ever
black cloak, looking more distorted come back again.—"Straight and her
than at other times with her rapid walk. own master;”—but I believe that no
In the evening she returned to her happier soul than hers ever left a de
dwelling bv dark paths, lighting her formed body to soar to the stars through
way w.Si a lantern, and went to sleep the blue nights of my uative village.—
thinking that another day had passed Charles Richards, in La Figaro.
which would never again see her de
Her ideal was “to get straight again.”
Afterward she had another idea—to Two Cltle, Which, I. Ike Hundred« of
Others, Were Never Built.
become independent, or as she called
it. “to become her own master.” For
In coming from Washington City to
she suffered sometimes quite as much Richmond the traveler passes the sites
from her servitude as from her hump. of two proposed cities whose projectors
Although she did quite as much, and
often even more work than others, cer were once sanguine that they would
tain people always acted towards her grow and attain a National importance
as if thev thought they were doing in population and trade, but which
a charity by employing an infirm per stubbornly refused to thrive in spite of
son at all.
all that was done to push them for
In houses where children were, she
used to pet the little ones. She had ward, and whose existence as cities is
been particularly good to those of the confined to pa-per alone.
The firft of them is Jackson City, on
first master into whose service she had
the Virginia side of the Potomac, just
Sometimes she visited h’s house in opposite to Washington. The idea of
order to make dresses for the girls, or building this city as a rival of the Na
tional capital was conceived by some
blouses for the boys.
She always hired herself out at the , of “Old Hickory’s” admirers during
his Presidential terra, and such faith
And for a great many years she lived did they have in the name that they
thus—serving, sewing, digging, wash did not think failure was possible if
ing. carrying baskets of earth for the they called it Jackson City. Accord
vineyards, or pushing a wheelbarrow. ingly, they bought of Mr. George
She killed time in this way—killed the Mason, for $100,000, a large part of
weeks, the months, the yeari with the which was paid in bonds of the com
Iieculiar vigor of a little nervous some- pany, a tract of land that was laid off
iody possessed by one strong purpose. in lots, streets and avenues on a mag
Her particular wish was to die sud nificent scale. Then, to give eclat to
denly in the midst of her work—to have the scheme, they determined upon a
the pleasant suiprise of hearing the public demonstration on the occasion
good God saying: “That is enough!— of the laying of the corner-stone of the
come to me!’* She had a great fear of new city. Accordingly, on the day ap
becoming old, infirm, incapable of pointed, a large crowd assembled on
working, and of inspiring pity by her the spot, among which was President
infirmity and her misery. She had al Jackson and members of his Cabinet
ways carried her hump without asking and many other distinguished persons,
anybody's compassion; and she dreaded and after an oration had been
to excite pity.
delivered by George Washington
But it came to pass not as she had Parke Custis, the adopted son
wished. One day while rolling a very of George Washington, the corner
heavy load, she felt a sharp pain in her stone of Jackson City was laid with
breast. Next day she was very ill. j imposing
imposing ceremonies. Blit, strange to
trembling with fever, and unable to eat. say, that was about all that ever was
She went to the doctor and told him she laid’, notwithstanding the magnificent
had strained herself somehow and send-off with which it had been inau
forced her stomach out of place. The gurated. The traveler who passes the
old doctor auscultated her, and made a site to-day and sees only one or two
queer motion with his lips. She had dilapidated frame houses to mark the
nothing displaced internally; but she spot would never imagine that it had
was worn out, exhausted, by »orty years been the scene of such a gathering as
of ceaseless labor—by nervous strains, once . ssembled there, or that such
by a joyless life whose movements had high hopes and sanguine expectations
never been regulated by the least im were once indulged in concerning its
pulse of happiness. She was like a bow future.
of which the cord had been worn
The other dead city is Quantico, on
through—or a clock that had stopped the Potomac, some twenty miles north
at the beginning of another hour, be of Fredericksburg. Soon after the
cause its works had been worn away by close of the late war, when the Rich
incessant and monotonous revolution.
mond, Fredericksburg & Potomac rail
She tried to set herself to work again; road was extended to that point, this
but her will could exert no force upon city was laid out on an extensive scale,
the ruined mechanism of her being.
and such confidence did its projectors
She had to take to her bed and re have in its future that they went to
main in it—always the same bed. And work and built a large and handsome
there—in the silence of her little room, four-story hotel, at a cost of many
with her eyes staring at the same cur thousand dollars. They also obtained
tains of green serge which had been a charter conferring upon the com
moved long ago by the last breath of pany extensive powers, such as to
her paronts—she asked herself if she build railroads, do a banking business,
was going to remain long in tliat state. engage In manufacturing projects, etc.,
She felt pretty sure that she could never but, contrary to their sanguine expecta
get well- but It made her suffer so much tions, the enterprise never thrived and
to linger in that fashion at theverj gate thef city was never built. The hotel is
of the other world! She imag'ned that now unoccupied, save by a tenant to
gate to be like the gate of a church or lake care of the property, and some
the doors < * a tabernacle—with little months ago one end of the building
gold angels and beams of sacramental fell out, and has been closed up with
light and colored rays as ef stained wooden boards. Instead of a bustling,
glass windows with the sun shining busy city, Quantico is a quiet country
through them. She was knocking at railroad station, and is not likely ever
the gate, she thought,—even as Jesus to he any thing else. The failure of
knocked at the gates of the temple of She two cities to "materialize,” in
Jerusalem. It opened to her in her spite of all the “coddling” they re
dreams, and beyond it was the Other ceived from thcrrprojectors and found
Life, where she found herself “straight ers, if such a term is appropriate to
again . and her own master,” in the the subject, goes to show that some
midst of a luminous immensity, where thing else is necessary in order to build
tiie clouds were stirred with waving of a city than the selection of the silo, the
white wings, and all was sweetness and laying off of lots and streets, and even
the building of the 2™
first '. houses.
But she was soon roused rudely from ................................
ilreds of paper cities scattered
these dreams. The female ne'ghbor. ire
ill over the
States whose his-
who had been taking care of her. began torv
is similar to that of Jackson City
to complain of her avarice. The truth
was that all the hunchback’s savings mil Quannco.— Richmond ( Va.) Whig.
had been spent.
—A little luur-year-uiu uescriocu tne
She decided to send for her first
master, whose ch idren she had been so lightning of the previous night as “the
k n<l to. He had become very old. very wind blowing tiie sun back again.”
—When some politicians are weighed
avaricious—almost cruel. He simply
adv sad her to enter the almshouse, they are found wanting—every office in
sta'ing that he himself would try to get which there is a vacancy.— Merchant
her admitted—which effort, he thought, Trawler.
—England's puzzle and Pat's char
would not cost him very dear. Terrified
at the mere idea of leaving her home ade: “You rouse my first by asking
she refused. She wanted to d e in the rent for my second, and my whole it
bed of her parents, not in a charity bed. my country”—Ire-land.— Chicago Led
She almost hated the old man for ger.
—Wife—“I have been returning calls
hav ng so much as proposed the thing:
and she turned her face to the wall, re this afternoon ami have had a delight
solved never to ask for anything more. ful time.” Husband—“The ladies
As for him. he went his way—telling •■/usually gossipy, I suppose?” Wife—
everybody in the neighborhood that thé “No; I to und them all out.”—AT. Y.
old woman was putting on airs—refus Times.
—"Do you ever sweep under the
ing to go to the poorhouse where plenty
of people riciier than she had to go, anil bed?” inquired the head of the family
of her youngdomestic while examining
would have to go yet'
Other masters, however, who had not the spare room. “O, yes, often. It’s
been applied to at all, prov.ded gener so much easier than a dust-pan, yon
know,” replied the servant.*— Chicago
ously for all her wants.
Realjy. however, the hunchback Journal.
— When one speaks of the “good old
wanted noth ng. She could not eat
any more. She kept declaring that her times,” he generally refers to the times
stomach was’out of place. Inorder before he was born. It can not be that
not to annoy her. the do»'or was obliged he would have us understand that his
to agree with her. The parish priest coming upon the stage had anything to
came to see her several days in succea- do witli banishing the “good old times''
The museums of Rome contain princi
pally antiquities, comprising tombs,
pavements, frescoes, architectural frag
ments and statuary. That of the Later
al! has relics of the early history of
Christianity, in the form of mosaics,
inscriptions and sarcophaguses. There
is also here a gallery of paintings not
co itaining much that is noteworthy.
The museum of the capital is filled with
ancient marbles of every description,
and in the new department has paint
ings by all the great masters of Italy,
with representative pictures of all the
schools of the north of Europe. The
private galleries are often disappointing,
scattered through them are pictures of
the Dutch school, Claudes, Van Dycks,
landscapes oi Gaspard Poussin, canvases
bv Nicholas Poussin, and something of
all the Italian schools, but rarely the
best specimens of the respective masters.
The Colonna palace has spme fine old
tapestries, a Van Dyck or two, a Palma
the elder, and some landscapes by Gas
pard Poussin which may have once been
handsome and which the catalogue en
deavors ; > make you believe still are so.
The Barberini has canvases, some of
them good by comparison, of Titian,
Paul Veronese, Andreadel Sarto, Ribera,
and the famous portrait of Beatrice
Cenei, said to be by Guido, known all
over the world by engravingsand litho
graphs. It is hung where it can scarcely
be seen, i and
_ 2 if the
2._ visitor 2 finds
copying in the gallery he always is
spoken of disparagingly. It has
ing and a bare suggestion of
bis manner. But it is really weak and
watery, and the probability is thatitwas
neither painted bv Guido nor that it is a
true portrait of the unhappy Beatrice.
The Farnese palace, now occupied by
the French Embassador, is noted for the
frescoes of Michael Angelo which adorn
its principal halls. The Borghese gal
lery has much of the various Italian
schools that is interesting, and the larg
est if not the best collection of pictures
of the Dutch school in Rome. The
Corsini palais is one of the most inter
esting. It contains like the rest, a great
number of mediocre pictures, with not
a few master-pieces. Among the artists
represented are Guercino, Poussin, Ber
gheim, Caraccio, Carlo Dolci, Guido,
Titian, Raphael, Albano, Salvator Rosa,
Murillo, Fra Anglelico, Ribera and Yel-
asquez. There are found here an unu
sual proportion of “Ecco Homos,”
Madonnas and portraits. An Ecce
Hotno bv Carlo Dolci will attract atten
tion for its wonderful combination of
agony, tenderness, power and pathetic
beauty, in which respects it excels even
those of Guido. The portraits of this
artist seen in Rome and in Florence
show the same remarkable ability to
idealize within the limits of truth "and
nature. At the Vatican and the Mu
seum of the Capital are the largest and
finest collection of ancient busts, statues
and bas-reliefs in Rome, though they
are seen every where in perplexing con
fusion.— Rome Cor. San Francisco
A SHREWD DARKY.
Some oi the Most Noteworthy Galleries of
the Eternal City.
How a Detroit Peddler Succeeded in Ef-
fee ting a Sale of His Wares.
He knocked on the front door, but as
there was no response he passed around
to the rear and found the woman of the
house wiping oil' a bedstead in the wood-
•hed. The man sniffed the air in a sus
picious manner, and the woman flushed
“Corrosive-sublimate is a capital
thing," he blandly observed, “but there
is great danger in using it. I have
known instances----- ”
“What do you want, sir!” she de
manded as she came forward.
“Madam, I am selling a preparation
"Don’t want it!”
“A preparation which I warrant to
“I told you I didn’t want it!”
"Please do not misunderstand me,
madam. My preparation is to remove
“Oh! it is! I thought it was to—
“While corrosive sublimate is good
for corns, madam, it doesn’t begin with
my preparation. Full directions ac
company each box—price twenty-five
"Well, I’ll take a box. I am sorry if
I hurt your feelings, but I thought you
meant the—the bedstead.” '
"NeveH although, madam, if you
ever discover that the bedstead is trou
bled with corns or bunions use th is salve
freely. I warrant it to remove ’em.”—
Detroit Free Press.
—The church at Bryan Station, Ky.,
celebrated its centennial anniversarj
recently. It was founded in April,
1776, by the father of its present pas
tor, the Rev. Thomas B. Dudley, and
during the one hundred years of its ex
istence has had but the two pastors,
father and son. The present pastor is
the stepfather of Mayor Harrison, ol
Chicago, and is ninety-four years old
—.V. K Sun.
—Some of the best corn lands in In
diana .re the bottoms of ponds which
have been drained, but in certain of
these the working of the soil on warm
days causes an intolerable itching, fol
lowed by burning pain in the skin for
some days. The cause of this is found
to be the minute spicules of sponges
which once grew in the pond and re
main in enormous abundance in the
dust__ Chicago Sun.
Way by Which He Defrauded
Impatient Legal Light.
Mose Peterson is an old negro with a
waddling hip and a pair of lips, which,
if thick lips, as Dumas said, denote
frankness, place Mose among the frank
est of men. Mose came to the city sev
eral days ago and, seeking a lawyer
who had been recommended to him as
one of the ablest of the guild, said:
“Doan charge nuthin much fur talkin’
ter er man does yer?”
“Wh’y, I’se alius heard dat talkin' is
“It is not here.”
“Talkin’ ain’t cheap heah?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Dat’s whut I Towed. Wouldn’t ein
me er bout five minits o’
precious time would yer?”
“Yes, for five dollars."
“Charge er dollar er minit, eh?
“Come down ter seventy-fi’ cents.
“I won’t do it, and more than that, I
want you to state your business or get
out of here.”
“Wants me ter state my bus'ness ur
git outen heah.”
"That’s exactly what I said.”
“Zackly whut yer said.”
The lawyer is naturally an impatient
man, and under other conditions would
have ejected old Mose, but as he had
made up his mind to becom? a candi
date for office, he choked down his
rising resentment and suffered the old
negro to remain determined, however,
to compel him to come to the point
“ T I am extremely busy, Mr. — "
Hon. Mr. Peterson, * ” “ “ Mose
“Well, Hon. Mr. Peterson, I am ex
tremely busy, and I hope you will at
once come to the point."
“Whut yer gwine charge me fur er
little advice.jes or little, bout dis much,
measuring on his finger.
“I told you five dollars."
“Jes fur dis little bit?"
“Dat’s too much. Say four dollars.
“Well, four, then.”
“Now we’segettin down close ter de
worm rail. Four dollars jes fur dis lit
tle advice," again measuring. “Got no
pity on er po’ man, is yer?”
“Doan peer like it. Say, didn’t I
heah er white pusson say dat yerse’f
wuz er caneidate for office?”
“I don’t know whether you did or
“lint ver is, ain’t yer?”
“Well, we’ll presume that I am.
"Ah, huh; Oh, yer ken hit it
nigh every time when yer say d
white man is er canerdate. Ter tell yer
de truf, I has had my eye on yer fur
“You are an old liar, and you know
"’Cose ef I’se er ole liar I knows it.
Would know it ef I wuz er young liar."
"Now here, get down to business or
get out. 1 ve got no time to fool away
"How much yer gwine charge me?”
“Oh, confound it, 1 won’t charge you
anything if you’ll get through as quickly
“Talkin’ now, sho’s ver bo’n ver is.
Wall, I’ll come right down ter de pint
Kai n’t er man, when he sorter gits in
er pinch, make ober what he owns ter
“An’ will de law perteck him in it?”
“Assuredly. Have you Some proper
ty that you want to make over?”
“Better lemme state the sarcum-
stances. Sometime ergo er man come
ter me an’ axen me whut I would
charge him fur tor let my boy do er
certain ermount o’ work in his cotton fiel’
tole him ten dollars; told him furdermo'
dat I needed money might'ly an’ dat ef
he would gin me de money I woul’ sen’
de boy ober early In de fo’ part o' de
week. He ’greed ter it, drawed up de
papers an’ gin me de money. Ez I tells
yer I wuz noedn’ money powerful so I
spent de ten dollars. '"Bout dis time I
skivered dat I needed de boy at home,
when do time come, I didn’ son’ him.
"Yes, and what do you propose doing
now? Make over your cattle?”
"No, sah, I wants to make dat boy
ober to my wife so de man kain’t git
him. Oh, yer needn't to laugh, fur dat’s
whut I wants ter do.”
"You arc foolish. You can't do any
thing like that The boy is already in
the sight of the law, as much hers as he
“No, he ain't.”
"Ca'se his milder was niy fust wife.
Now, I wants to make him ober ter her
so he’ll be her son. Den she ken hoi'
him when de man comes arter him.”
“Go on away, you’re foolish ”
“Wall, tell mt whut yer’d #o."
"I don't know.”
“Doan b’lebe I’ll gin de ten dollars
“Very well, keep the money.”
"Yea, so,far as I am concerned.”
“Why do you thank tn»?”
"Ca’se its yer own obejseiy whut
made de centrack. Tole yer I’d had
mv ey^ on yer," he exclained as he
clapjied his hat on Hs head. “Good day
ter yer. Er, haw, haw.”— Arkansaw
■ ■■ ■
—Dr. C. C. Abbott, the naturalist,
recently found upon his farm in Tren
ton, N. J., a box tortoise, upon the
■ nder shell of which was cut Ids grand
father’s name, J. Abbott, with the date
1821. The appearance of the tortoise
denoted great age, and there is no rea
son to doubt the fact that the name
was really engraved upon it sixty years