h.. . SEMI-WEEKLY FEEEPHONE M’MINNVILLE, OREGON, JULY 13, 1886. WEST SIDE TELEPHONE. Issued N —BY — 'nlinau» «V Turner, Publishers and Proprietors. SUBSCRIPTION RATES: One year............................................................ $ 2 00 Fit niunths........................................................ 125 Three months....................... 75 Entered in the Postoihce ut McMinnville, Or., as second-class matter. FOREIGN —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 if your ents re. PANY 1>K I hem i quality it guul. he pnii- or write »1 Price .NY, *4011. Ington. l A YER lent. [■LAND Tows glor, »er. LL, Girls, !Y. V istai gUlgM, ng. A *ny ar w tens Vi BER HOOL ?ENT . Boys Bovi luatei run an I Lan- littori. er, gon. _ CH rtirii ihoe ri«e M r*. L‘ O r a « •• « ic Is e r GRAVE. 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 rat igon Ì GOSSIP. THE WOODLAND - —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 inscription: “The Ambassador of God.’’ —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 country. —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 loss. —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 minor wiivei concerto, L’>, $55; a manuscript of musical sketches, $29; «29; a Cherubini letter, $38, and a Haydn, $31. —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. ---------- -• ♦ *■---------- THE POOR HUNCHBACK. A Pitiful Story of Frosch Peasant Life. f 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 of butter. 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 I 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 end or from side to side, little of what she could vaguely under melting snow The of 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. Congregationalism 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 in; 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 formity. PAPER TOWNS. 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 entered. 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 vintage season. 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 peace. the building of the 2™ first '. houses. _____ Th’ere But she was soon roused rudely from ................................ hundreds ilreds of paper cities scattered these dreams. The female ne'ghbor. ire ill over the t.._ United __ 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'' NO. 9 ROMAN 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 _ ___ an „.2„i artist copying in the gallery he always is spoken of disparagingly. It has some trace of Guido’s color- 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 Chronicle. A A SHREWD DARKY. MUSEUMS. Some oi the Most Noteworthy Galleries of the Eternal City. RAW SPÓT. 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 scarlet. “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 to----- ” "Don’t want it!” “A preparation which I warrant to knock----- .” “I told you I didn’t want it!” "Please do not misunderstand me, madam. My preparation is to remove corns.” “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 cent.«." "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. Th« Way by Which He Defrauded Impatient Legal Light. an 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?” “Yes.” “Wh’y, I’se alius heard dat talkin' is cheap.” “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? “Just about.” “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. — " 44 'Peterson, T'* ‘ “ Hon. Mr. Peterson, * ” “ “ Mose suggested. “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?" “Yes.” “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?” “Yes.” “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 not.” “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 some time.” “You are an old liar, and you know it” "’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 withyou.” "How much yer gwine charge me?” “Oh, confound it, 1 won’t charge you anything if you’ll get through as quickly as possible.” “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 his wife?” “Yes.” “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 is yours.” “No, he ain't.” "Why so?" "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 back.” “Very well, keep the money.” “Mos’ I?” "Yea, so,far as I am concerned.” “Thankee, sah.” “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 Traveler. » ■ ■■ ■ —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 • *n