The Exeter Times, 1885-10-29, Page 2A TALE OF TEXAS.
between the mouth et the trio Pecos and
the headwaters of the Brains, in the great
State of Texas, lies a broad trait of country
upon which, during the last fifty yeara,
there have occaredadventures as daring and
desperate as any the most reekleaa dime -
novelist has been able to depict.
Settlers, ranchmen and aoouts have here
battled with Apaehea and Comanches, en
countering alnioat every possible phase of
peril, but with thia difference from the
novelists version, that in these actual con -
filen the redskin has been only too often the
aasailaat and the victor.
Erastns'Parsons, a youth from the good
State of Connecticut, started e. " cattle run,"
some fifteen years ago, ou the upper creeks
of the Big Wichita.
Young Pennine had come down here frern
Topeka, Kansas, having already spent a year
there endeavoring to establish himself as a
gunsmith, without suooesa.
But if uesuooeasful as a gunsmith, he hsd
yet caught the true apirit of success in the
11 'eat—which is to be frank, open and ex-
pert in whatever business one attempts to
no. Hence, as starting a rancbmau, his
first efforts were directed to become a gourd
shot and an adept at casting the lariat or
lasso.
It was only after two mouths of assiduous
practice at this latter aceouzplishrnent that
tie mastered it at last, so efficiently that not
a herder on the Wichita °cold approach or
excel hint in skill as a " rope alleges,"—and
this among fiftyeowboya and rauohnen from
eight or tan ranges.
It was injune that the adventure which
we are about to rotate happened. All halide
on the ranges had been out for two days,
coursing the extreme limits of their grazing
territory near the sources of Pease River.
Quite early the aeoond morning, Persona had
become separated from the other riders,
and landing the fresh t ait of a number of
cattle that had been moving westward, he
followed it, overtaking the scattering ani-
male,nntil, by the middle of the afternoon,
he Itadigathered up quite a " bunch." Te -
ward annaet he started these cattle in a di-
rect line for camp, where the main herd,
which had already been gathe,ed, was held
by a number of riders, waiting to receive
others.
Coualdering the Iateneaa of the hour, he
had a long drive before him, and he wan
hurrying the bunch of cattle aercaa a level
*trip of neasquft prairie, when auddee.Iy the
head steers took fright at acme object among
the broth In front of them, and throwing up
their ta,ila, went aoampering back, bringing
the whole drove flying along with them.
In vain Parsons rthouted and tried to
head them off ; they went peat him like a
whirlwind, and looking back to see what
might he the cause of this sudden stampede,
he disoovered seven Comanche Indiana riding
out of the Brier uit buahee at a racing gallop,
and coming directly towards him ! They
were not more than two hundred y aids dia.
taut !
Young Pareoue did not hesitate for an in -
ata et as to hie own course, He turned his
horse's head, and dug his spurs into its flanks.
Seeing him turn, the Indians raised a yell,
and followed him at the top of their ponies'
speed.
He gave one glance over his shoulder, then
felt for hie revolver, but suddenly remember-
ed that he had fired away his laat cartridge
during the forenoon,
Another quick glance backward showed
him that the pontes of the redskins were
fresh, and were keeping a:1 the space that
they bad gained,
He was no coward, but he admitted to
himself that he had " got himself in the
worst fix" he was ever in. For aa the red-
skins were befrween himself and his camp, in
fact, between himself and all hope of help
front the other herderre n, he knew the race
must be a long one, and felt pretty well eat-
iafiad, too, that it would be his last run.
There wag only one hope : his horsy was
an exceedingly tough and I ng -winded wai-
rnal, half mustang, half Mo -gen, and e gen-
uine racer, If the harm could only hole out,
and keep out of reach of the bullets and ar
rows of Jia eu suers until dark, there would
be a fair chance of dodg ng them among the
mesquit bush( a, which grew think and tall
in many places.
He glanced at the sun. It was an bour
high yet. Then he locked back at the Corn-
anohea, coming atea„ily on, and cowl t not
but feel that even this one chance of escape
was small,
He aeon noted that one of the Comanches
had begun to draw away from the rest, rind
was rapidly gaining on himWe urged hie
ponyalong faster, but though for a few
momenta, owing to the unuaaal speed of his
horse, he gained ground fast over the main
body of his pursuers, this one redaklu more
than kept pace with him
Eraatus at first could hardly credit the
fact; he had great confidence in the running
powers of his own horse, which was clatter-
ing over the hard -baked soil at the highest
speed. It was a long run for his much -
ridden pony that he had most feared ; but
here was the Comanche, on a small, cream -
colored pony, racing down on him, and gain-
ing a length in every fifty yards.
Nearer and nearer the Indian came, though
both puraner and pursued were fast distanc-
ing the rest ; and ere many minutes the In-
dian got so close that Parsons began to won-
der why he did not shoot ; for he had no-
ticed a bow clung at his back, and also that
he carried a long lance in one hand, while
he plied the quirt with the other.
Parsons could hear him urging on his
horse, in harsh, gutteral sounds : "Ifuh !
huh ! huh !" keeping time with the short,
quick springs of his pony, which ran with
nose down, and seemed literally to be flying
over the surface of the smooth prairie,
Twice Parsons turned in hie saddle and
threatened his pursuer with the revolver, at
which the Indian threw himself flat down
upon his pony's neck and lowered the point
of his lance ; but the latter came straight
n with speed undiminished, aeeming, indeed,
to have a strong suspicion of the disadvant-
age of his enemy in the matter of cartridges,
Every moment he gained somewhat, his little
pony naming easily along, while Ereetue's
.horse was already panting hard.
Seeing that the Comanche could not be
fooled by an unloaded pistol, and that some-
thing must be done quickly, if he would es-
cape the lance -thrust so nearly ready to be
delivered, Parsons determined upon a des-
perate move.
He thrust the revolver in hie belt, caught
lip the rawhide lariat which bung ooiled
about his saddle -horn, and quickly let out
the noose. Aa he did so, he reined his horse
abruptlyto one side, so as to tarn on a short,
sharp circle, in, time to bring him face to
lace with his antagonist, by the time the
latter Dame lip. Ile had practiced this sad-
den manoeuvre many times before, and,
swaying his body in, to keep the horse at a
aharp turn, he succeeded in it, in time to get
a good throw at the Indian.
The Comanche, on his part, understood
the trick well; but instead of driving straight
at him, as Persona had feared, the confident
redskin straightened up in his saddle, threw
forward his lance to ward off the noose, and
Sett4e,.;...v.1
rade past, with a whoop of derision and de
fiance.
But he had reckoned without an accurate
knowledge of the Yankee's proficiency.
The long, wide, noose wan thrown, swift
Wad hard, directly against the lance -pale
above the Comanche's bead, and as the now
double loops flew apert, one of them drop-
ped neatly over the Indian's teaselled head
and shoulders,
Paraone instantly jerked ebarply at the
line and spurred hie horse. The Comanche
was twitched from his saddle, as though
knocked ct1 by a cannon -ball. In another
moment he was trundling over the prairie
at the end of the raw -hide.
But the savage was neither killed nor
ceaseless ; and luckily for hint, the prairie
was emootbly carpeted with. soft rnesquit
rase. The noose hadcaxtght partially about
his body, leaving one arm free from the el.
how down. With this free hand, he con-
trived—as he was bowled along—to draw a
knife from hie belt, and after several des-
perateefforts, succeeded in cutting the
lariat.
Glanoing back, Parsons saw the Comanche
stagger t., his feet and reel heavily about,
as if stunned, then start off after his pony,
which had galloped away to a considerable
distance. His Bret impulse was to ride
downthe Indian, or try another cast of the
Lariat upon him, But he saw that the other
redskins were atilt Doming on in purauit,
though nearly ha f a mile distant ; and as
he knew that the country grew rougher and
more broken in front, he now had atr.ng
hopes of getting away from them altogether.
This he finally did, eaoaping, as night fell,
among the bnahy bills which. skirt the north
branch of Pease River, and retain the
cattle -Damp next morning, in time to relate
the adventure to his fellow -herdsmen before
breakfast.—Youth's Corrrpeznicn,
Ruined by WaterTfleIors,
" This year has taught me a sad exp.( rl-
enoe is the watermelon beeizoia," he re-
marked, ae the beat left, M.mphie.
" Hare you been ahippiing l" asked the
tourist from Ohio. ten n`"
Not a ship. I live error that on the Ark.
anew bottoms. I heard ao lunch about the
watermelon bizneea--the profit which could
he made—that 1 planted a hull tide hill last
spring_ It was a bad move."
" Didn't the seed come up :"
"Come right up as if soinet.ody had a rope
ar d tackle on 'em."
" And the melons grew ?"
" (=rowed lip like a mud -hole in wet wea-
ther. That was the troub:e—they groused
too large."
" Couldn't be handled?"
" Not without the help of two ninon and
a yoke o' steers, and that was too expensive,
�! benyougeten eight -hundred pound water.
melon en aside -hitt you've got to leave it
thar. The ateamboeta won't handle 'em if
yon git'era down to the landing."
" !"os don't tell me that you had melena
weighing eight hundred pounds'."
" Oh I those were only the little ones. The
big cues cum nigher a ton. I hadn't no
soatee, bat all my eeighbora aro mighty peart
on guessing,"
" And what boeame of them?"
" That's what 000aaions my grief, strang-
er, Them meltate threatened to roll down
and do me damage, I drew logs to prop 'em
up, and I started for town to get some dyn-
amite to blow some of the bigge.t to pieces.
While I was gone the oelamity took place,
You nee before you a ruined man."
" 1i'ft—what calamity?" gasped the tour
int.
"Why, them 'ere m Ions broke loose and
rushed down hill is a body. House, barn,
corn -cribs, and orchard were clean swept
away."
" You don't say !"
"I'm serious, stranger—eery serious. I
might have recovered trom that, perhaps; but
one 'o them melons rolled Into the creek,
dammed up the water, and the innndaahun
carried the elle cff my farm oleaa d .wn to
the rocks. There waen't nuff dirt left on 120
acres to put in your eye."
" Well, that is tough, and I pity you."
"Don't stranger—iion't talk to me that
way ! 1 kin face hurricsnea, cychnea, airth-
quakes, and etch as brave as a lion; but
when anybody pities me—when soft words
of sympathy are shot into my soul by a total
atrauger— it breaks me down, and I have to
ehod the childish tear. Stranger, excuse me
while I cry real hard,"
Tho Ohio man considerately withdrew
from that sacred spot, end the watermelon
man wrestled with a broken heart.
A Word to Boys.
The boy who has just left school and is
looking about to see what he shall do next,
may perhaps be told by some unwise person,
" The world owes you a living," Is that
so ? Listen :—At one time this country was
a wilderness ; where no man could live save
by fighting the wild berate. Someone chased
away the bears and wolves, cut down the
forests, laid out roads, built towns, and dug
canals. Somebody spent vast sums of money
in constructing railroads, steamboats, (lecke,
lighthouses, schools, libraries, and all the
fine things you enjoy so freely. More than
this, somebody pays the policeman, the Bra-
man, the soldier, sailor, the lighthouse -keep-
er, and schoolmaster. From the day you
were born your father and mother have fed,
clothed, and sheltered you. It has coat you
nothing. None of these great public wvorka,
roads, canals, towns, navies, and armies
cost you anything.How can yon say the
ovineworldovineyou a living ? Is it not you who
who are in debt? What has a boy done to
deserve all this ? Not a thing. It is you
who must pay—not the world. Ah, boys,
he wasa foolish creature whofiret said, "The
world owes me a living I" He told a very sil-
ly fable. The world owes no man a living till
he has done some worthy deed, some good
work to make the world a better and a fair-
er place to live in. Those old fellows who
dug canals and laid out towns, who built
oities and invented all these splendid things
—these telegraphs, these ships, theee mag-
nificent engines—had the right idea. They
worked manfully, and the world at last did
owe them a living, and paid it many times
over. If you mean to get out of the great
debt you owe the world, do something, go
to work, and show you are a man. Then,
when you have shown gthe world you can
work, it will gladly pay you a living, and
the finer and more noble your workthe great-
er will be your reward,
A lie has no lege and cannot stand ; but
it has wings and can fly far and wide,
The stage robber on the plains sometimea
makes a thousand dollars in one night, but
the stage robber of the theatre seldom gets
over fifty cents.
"How is your son getting along, Charley ?"
"Oh, pretty well ; only that he is a little
puffed up with his own importance. Knows
more than his father, you know." "Ah 1
then the boy le not quite an idiot ?"
Character is made up of little things, and
it Is only through watchfulness over the
details of right and wrong that we can hope
to build it Into fair or enduring proportions,
h
YOUNG FOLKS.
Day -Dreams.
There were yellow heads in the mountain,
And yellow head by the sea ;
and now they are in the sehool.rooni.
As buay as they can be.
But the yellowy heads from the mountain
Remember the dear old rooky;
And how they would climb and clamber
About with their "alpenstocks."
And the yellow heads train the seaside
Sit dresonne of sands and caves;
Of bright blue aides and ot ai, A'tlne,
01 foam on the "white -cap" waves.
And its *try curd to remember
The lessons they aarnedtefore,
when folks are dretmicg of niructaine,
And sands, and the dear seashore.
What Berrie azd Lion Fouad
" Where are you going, Bertie ?' said
Mrs, Wilbur, as her little daughter came
into the kitchen one morning, with her hat
on.—"Out into the woods," said Beale,—
" What for asked her mother, unconcern-
edly, for Bartle was in no danger of being
loet, as she was perfectly acxluai:Wed with
every part of the wood. ---"I am going to
hunt for fairy," answered Bertie, "Don't
you think, mamma, that if 1 shouldgo very
easy and look very carefully, I might find
one asleep under a fern?"—"But said itlrs,
Wilbur, "the fairies play all night and go
borne in the morning: '--r' Well,.` said Ber-
tie, "you know one little girl fairy night be
very tired, and lie down a minute to rest
and go to sleep, and not wake up until
it was noon, --"Very well, don't atay too
long ; and find a good fairy, for my little
girl's playmatea most be good." Aud Mrs,
Wilbur went on with her work, soon for.
gettitrg all about Bertie and the wished -far
fairy.—Bertha Wilber was ten years old.
She was the only child of educated and
well-to•do parents ; but although she lived
very happily with papa and mamma, and
lied many advantages of book, pictures,
music, etc;,, wl leh are denied to many coun-
try children, she often felt very lonesome,
and would wish for a lithe brother or de-
ter to play with. The neighborhood in which
Bertie lived was rather aristocratic and old,
and there being no children in it, with the
exception of Bertie, the two aojoiningsvhool
distriote bad been united, so the nearest
school was three miles away. On account
of the diatanoe, and because Mrs. Wilbur
was very strict in regard to Eertie'e choice
of p'aymates, the little girl had r ever been
to school and her parents had been her only
teechere. But ban All on y dill, she was
more advanced In many things than most
children of her age. She vs as e, nice little
reader, 000ld waste very wed, and played
the piano with acme grace. But Eertie'a
favorite occupation wee reading ; and as ebe
saga furnished with a plenty t f hooka anited
to her age, she wan seldom in the house
without a story book in her hand. Shewas
very fond of fairy stories, and had read a
great many tales of sylphs and sprites, She
had a large dog, with whom she hsd roamed
over the holds and woods of her father's
fern until slie was at home is its re-
motest part. When Bertie left the house
she went to find Lion, her dog, and calling
"Icon!" "Lion 1" °nee or twice, in a mo-
ment he came bounding along with his pink
tongue lolling out .f his great mouth, and
hie great tail wagging like the top of a fir',
tree in a stern. Berths gave him a pat on
the head, and away be went gamboling
along ahead, now and then stopping to wait
for his mietreas, and then rushing on far
ahead. The woods were about a quarter
of a mile from the house, and were on rising
ground ; so Bertie did not hurry, for 'she
was not a strong child, and climbing was
rather tiresome to her. By the time she
had reached the top of the hill, Lion wan
nowhere to bo seen, but as he made a point
to hunt rabbits whenever his mistress went
into the woods, sbewaanot at all surprised.
Wandering alorg, picking here and there a
wild flower and occasionally slopping to
watch a squirrel or bird, Bertie had forgot-
ten all about Lion, until far in the woods
oho hoard him barking vigorously. But
supposing he had treed a squirrel, or had
found something else of iutereat, she paid
no heed, until Lion came crashing through
the underbrush, and mads Bartio follow
him by pulling at her dress, and then run-
ning along before her. "Why, Lion, what
is the matter ?" asked Bartle. "What have
you found? Well, you're a nice doggie, and
we'll go right and fund it,"—" Bow, wow,
wow," said Lion, and soon disappeared from
Bertie's sight, but kept up bis call. ,Bertie
followed as quick an the tangled vines and
thick bushes would let her, and at lastfound
herself in the middle of the wood beside an
old wood -road, which had not be n used
aineo the winter before. Lion was there
and ceased to bark when he saw his little
mistress, and ran to her, frolicking around
so gleefully, that Bertie was for a minute
quite bewildered. "Now, Lion, I've come,
why don't you show me -what you've found ?
Oh ! oh 1 oh I My sakes ! You blessed little
darling 1" cried Bartle in delight—for what
do you think Lion showed her ? A tiny bit
of a baby in a market basket.
Of course Bertie did not stop to think of
any thing else but to take the basket and
hurry home as feet as she could. Her burden
was quite heavy, and she could net carry it
without some difficulty ; but she was too
much delighted and excited to rest, Lion
trotted along beside her, and every min-
ute or two he would put up his nose to the
basket to see if its contents were safe. /ler-
tie was very tired when she reached the
house, but she scarcely realized it, being so
wrought up with delight. She did not
think but what she should keep the baby
always, and forgot thattbc wee thing had a
mother, who was perhaps now seeking after
it, and nearly frantic with sorrow at its
loss. No, Bertie was only ten years old
and did not think of those things. Bang
went the sitting -room door, and in rushed
Bettie with her basket.
"Oh! Mamma, see what I've got. See it's
little hands ; and oh, its going to open its
eyes, I guess I It was asleep, and I took it
and came home quick! Oh, my I and Lion
barked first and 1 went, and oh, oh, oh --e I"
and Bartle was actually obliged to stop and
take breath.—"Why Bertie 1 What have
you done, where did you find this baby?" and
Mrs, Wilbur opened her eyes in great aston-
ishment. After Bertie had sufficiently gain-
ed her breath she told her mother all about
the finding of her "fairy," as she persisted in
oalliog the little thing. The baby was not
over three weeks old, and was so small that
it was almost a fairy. It was a little dark -
eyed girl, and even at that tender age evinc-
ed so much brightness and good humor, that
the family fell in love with it at once. Der -
tie's father immediately made inquiries
about the neighborhood in respect to the
parents of the child, and endeavored to
find out the facts relating to the abandon•
ment of so eremite child, After some trouble
Mr. Wilbur learned from a distant farmer,
that a band of gypsies had been camping in
the woods near hie farm, but having appro-
priated .the poultry, of some neighboring
farmere they had been driven away. Ac-
cording to this man's story, there were in
the party two mon, three women, and sever-
al children large enough to walk and run.
Sono evidence as to there being a very small
child in the party, was found. After ob-
taining this information, Mr. Wilbur had
the woods searched for miles around, but
with. no %remelt, and finally, the aearch was
given up, and Mr, and Mre. Wilbur deeid-
edto keep the child (to Butte's unbounded
delight), unto some one should claim It, or
its history should be cleared up. It need
not be told how proud and fond. Bertie was
of her little "fairy," and when the baby
grew old euougb to laugh and chatter, and
run about, ahe watched it with patient care
As soon as the child was old enough,
Borife taught her toread and write, and do
various little things becoming to childhood,
For we meet remember that as fast as baby
grew, Bartle advsneed in years, and was
now quite a little lady. No other name then
Fairy had ever hem given to the child, be-
cause Bertie declared that she was a little
black-eyed aprite whom she had found in
the woods. So Fairy grew as feat aa a daisy
and when she was about five yeara old Ber-
tie induced her parents to adopt her, and
ahe was christened with the name of Fairy
Wilbur. Fairy wan auoh a pretty, cheerful,
and clover child, that she won the love of
everybody, and from Bertie she watt inse-
parable. Bertie always said that she had a
good fairy, but that Lon meat have the
praise of finding her, and when Bertie
would ask Lion if he ever found afairy, he
woe :lel eau to Fairy with a loud "bow wow,""
and a vigorous wag of Metall,
GREAT iOBaBRzrs-
New .lxayal 'r'r'eaewrlea Wave Wee* linen b#
The recent robbery of the Tarin Armory
cauaea the Landon Standard to review the
many similar crimes oommltted in the peat
in Ragland and other countries. The atory
of Colonel Blood, who all but managed to
make off with the English Drown jewels
from the Tower, is ao welt kuownthat it need
only be referred to. But there are several
other fisatmuora Irsa known, though seerpsly
less peculiar. Nearly 600 year* ago the
great treasury fu Weatminater .Abbey was
cleared of some of the moat valuable of its
conteuts, the sacristan and reverat of the
monks action in oomplicity u;th pertain
thieves outside the wall. tierce of the oto
jecta werenever recovered ; but the riebeews
of the booty hampered the robbers ao =eh
that when the chief of then: was captured
I:2,000 worth WAS found in hie possession,
So oerefuliy was the robbery planned that
the rogues sowed the graveyard wits) hemp
In ardor that four menthe later it might
erase to conceal the proei*eia of the burglary..
This crop, it may be added, was utilized for
quite a different purpose, In 1440 the Re-
public of 4euim narrowly camped being
plundered of it* vast board of vafnables by
a man named St:tminate, who, after secretin
hisneelf babied an alter in the cathedral,
managed to gain nooses to the treasury by
rams of faiso keys. Night after night he
removed objects of value, and there aceta*
little doubt that be might have tamped
with his booty had he net been tempted to
show one of his countrymen the ducal cap
of the Doge, which he had just oonveyed to
Isis lodgings. This misplacedoordinance led
to his apprehenafon with more than •,000,-
000 ducats in hie poaaeaaion, .Anne of Den-
mark, Queen of Jameai \'I. of tiootland, was
robbed by her maid of pearls and other sal.
cables under the plea that there jawing were
taken to drew; dolls for the royal children,
On the doeth of Queen Charlotte en enor-
mous quantity of precious stones, fnoluding
diamonds to the velum of nearly is million,
was missing. On a peav-ious oeceu,ler. a gold
ewer and a basin enriched with gyms dis-
appeared from the royalohambera. The lat.
ter were subsequently found behind a book-
shelf in the fie ng'e study. Ata later date it
was officially announced that the diamonds
had, for the most part, been recovered, with
the exception of the late King's Star and
Garter, valued at $$7,000. It is believed
that George III. had removed them during
ono of hie fits of insanity, and had forgotten
whore he had put them. The garter is,
however, still massing. During the diner -
dere following the revolution the French
crown jewels worn stolon by the robbers,
who climbed the oolonnadea at the side of
the palaeo of Louie XV, and thua gained en-
trance to the Garde Meuble, where they
lied been placed by the Commune of Patis.
A portion of the treasure was recorered from
a ditoh in the Alee des Vouves, in the
Champs Elysees, but though Napoleon made
every effort to collect the atones, which had
been dispereed throughout Europe, many
have disappeared, it is believed forme.. In
this, as in almost alt the oases of robberiea j
of crown jewels, all the guardians of the
treasures were suspected of complicity, and
to the end of his life Citizen Sargent born',
the title of " Agate," owing to a popular'.
belief that, on the basis of the proverb
which gives thieves credit for knowing their
own hiding places, he had no difficulty in
finding the agate -onyx chalice which formed
part of the treasure fished out of the ditch
in the Champs Elysees. Since that time
several more of the crown jewels have van-
ished, and in 1848, during the transport of
these valuables to the treasury, two pend-
elcquea of diamonds and the button of a hat
in brilliants suddenly disappeared. In 1804
the celebrated " Cup of the Ptolemies" was
stolen from the Paris Museum, and within
the last three years the church of St. Danis
was despoiled of some of the regal orna-
ments. In 1850 the Princess of Orange
was robbed of her jewels at Brus-
sels, and in 1877 the treasures of the
Cathedral of Toledo were withdrawn from
public inspection, owing to the numerous
thefts to which they had been subjected for
many years previously. As for the Duke of
Brunswick notwithstanding the elaborate
precautions which he took to keeep his dia-
monds, he was plundered more than once,
and to the scandal of legitimacy, some of
Don Carlos' orders went astray in a peculiar
manner. Charles I. helped himself to the
contents of the jewelhouse when funds failed,
and Charles IL immediately after his aoees-
sion, issued a proclamation commanding all
persons in whose possession there were any
of the crown jewels sold by the Common-
wealth to restore them to their rightful own-
ers. But, though several persons were ar-
rested for not doing ao, the scattered valu-
ables came in ao slowly that a now regalia
became necessary. Edward M. pledged his
crown and jewels to the merchant of Fland-
ers, and Henry V. pit his diadem in pawn to
the Abbot of Westminster in order to raise
funds to carry on the war with France. Not
to enumerate many similar transactions,
Gustavus III, of Sweden, purchased two
large diamonds, a ruby and some pearls
which the Young Pretender had failed to
redeem from the Lombardy Arms. It would
thus seem that royal treasures are quite as
apt to go astray as any others.
"A Philadelphia chemist says that the
American habit of kissing is what plays hob
withtbe teeth,''- says an exchange. Can't
help it. We can get a new set of teeth if
necessary, but we know of no substitute for
kissing.
Spain has 26,000,000 less inhabitants than
Germany; but she has fifty-three gun -boats,
ROSANNA.
" You really do not seem to know," said
Mrs. Moore to her husband, " bow ugly
that little one is. Is she not, William ?'
And Mr. Moore gravely answered hie
wife :
" But, my dear, you have already aaid it
100 times, and were you to say it 100 times
more Roan would not become less ugly for
your eayiog so."
Rosanna WAS is little girl of about 14. She
was their only child, and, to do her mother
justice, was really very ugly—nay, almost
revolting—with her little gray eyes, flat
noae, large mouth, thick, protruding lips,
red hair, and, above all, it form remarkably
awry.
Role was, then, vary ugly ; but she was a
sweet girl, nevertheless, Kind and intelli-
gent, she possessed a iniad of the highest or-
der. Nature seemed to have compensated
her with every need quality of the heart for
the want of every beauty of person.
The poor little thing was profoundly hurt
as she listened to her mother'a observation..
" Oh, you little fright, you will never get
a husband."
Eight o'clock °track. Mrs. Mocre was
sorely vexed.
" Go to bed, Revenue."
Tremblingly the little girl approached her
mother to give her the ki,a of goodnight.
"'Tie useless, you little moneter," said
her mother.
A tear rolled from the little one's eye.
She hastily wi1ad it away, and turning to
her father, presented him the yet humid
cheek. Ile kissed her tenderly.
" 1 am not altogether rttiaerable," the aaur-
aiured, having the roons,
Retired to her chamber, ahe commenced
embroidering a scarf, and worked thus part
of the night, for she desired to be able to
present it to her mother when the rose isr
the morning. The clock struck 12, She
bad just tiruehed, and, putting it by, the lin
tie girl calmly reaigaed belled to cast. Iter
repose was ssndtwturbod,
On the morrow Mane presented t1"r 11,1W
to her mother, 'West am the p sin the ht-
tle one experienced, when her rnc.thx.r receiv-
ed it coldly, and expreezed none of those
tender sentimeate which were to havebeen
the sweet little one'a reward. Het -sees, by the Bottle during the tatter year, of the
chance, glanced over a neighboring mirror. reign of le els IV., and who bas left: up a
"Yea," ebo said, internally, " I am ugly tong though not siwa)a a traatseortley Lo-
ttery are right —and she sou ht ba her eount of hie int rfaonnaent and of his suff-
l
young head. to tied a remedy for eglttteen lugs—mess ; "At last we reached the dread -
Matt= int.heworld--new psng**octad- ed spot. Qu entering, a4 arson as the stain -
the little ugly triune heart. :1. brat its ,cls Mw, tut theyut tech (-ape before their
pression alieuer.ad aft the young girls of her faces. 1 breve x a kerraed that they ob.
oath ago ; but then the was *e teo.1, act anti- }terve this strange cu.etots beaers;e it le for-
ebie, *c amusing, that they approached, bidden tbetn to look at the faocs of an-
ther( lietaned, and then Loved her. Now, prisoners."
hutted, oar little one was happy.
came the happiest of men in the possession
of the kindest and most loving of women.
Beauty deserts us ; bat virtue and talents,
the faithful companions of our lives, accom-
pany us even to the grave.
11.0 -T. -
In tbo Hostile,
Under the ancient monarchy in France se-
crecy was the one all-important matter
whenever priaonera of state were concerned.
To them the Bastile was asailent as the grave
sc long as they were inside its walls. The
orders for imprisonrcout were given ty leleres
de cachet, and these were scrutinized with
the greatest care. The leleres de cachet was,
in feet, a leiter aigned with the Icing's seal,
and eontaiaiing an order from him, but the
ordera that Neve come moat frequently to
our notice were ordera for imprisonment.
Those that related to the biotite bad to
be aigaier first by the king, afterward by a
miniater. At the bottom of the order the
governor armed a receipt. And in nearly
every ease, before the arrival of the prisoner,
the governor hid already rooelved instruc-
tions eo enter in the register,; his name, the
cause for his arrest, and by whose order the
arrest had been made, Utiles* these pre-
liminaryrulea bad been obeerved entrance
Into the castle was forbidden. To effect the
arrest either force or cunning was the means
usually employed, for it wan above all things
necessary to avoid publicity. An e nicer
touched the shoulder of the man whom b:o
was about to make prisoner with a white
wand, and ordered him in the king's name
to follow. iteaistanoo was not often shown,
for all knew that it would he ineffectual. A
carriage was kept in reedieess, or when that
waw me; paselbte the firer velathat could
Le feuxnd was seized.--ageip the kings
name—seed into that the prinoif was made
to enter, two or three c tiioora sitting Fulda
1nm. Before opening the gator of the Bast-
ille the (first aentinc cried, 'f Qut vire?'
The chief eseert Answered : "Odra du Fal,"
A subaltern of the guard inside the castle
demanded to nee the (Ores dr eacltee. Then
heallowed the otos to be °peued, and a bell
wise tolling to warn the obiter inside. The
kirks lieutenant tied the captains in command
ot tee gates received the prisoner in due
forin as he alighted from bee carriage, De
Rent;eville---who wee a political primate is
One day Mr. ;"loon went borne in a viol.
ant passion, and beesm* ineomequenoe of
soma tritltag preverleadon, highly rueensed
agaiust his wife. Their domtatic felicity
wee troubled for eight tang days► ---for eight
long dale Mee. Moorewaw oontlnnallycrying.
Editor tatted turd his Father -
Mr. William Tbomaa Stead, the editor
of the fall Mali (Juxsfte, witese name is
in everybody's mouth this week, is the
son of the late Rev. W. Stam, a Baptist
itoaaune isa gala racked btu. prang brain* to mininter of Ucrwdott,on-Tyne. Mr. Stead
discover why ; bother father still oontfnued was chiefly adnceted ty his fatlu r, but
angry and her mother won still continually when he was 12 he was iseut to Silo-et:ea,
in the deya of Dr. Saw lass, He shun
writes about the defect of iris early train-
ing upon his editorial work: "i're-omin-
oat among the tneaaa by which my father
used to quicken our wits and f*wilierfee
us with dialectic was the Sunday morning
breakfast. Each of as had to commit to
memory one verse of scripture. Atbreak-
fast the youngest bagest by repeating his
verse. Every member of the family had
to give hie or her interpretation of the
text. The elder ones c utrived to raise
almost all the issues e f riglon and mor.
silty dismantle in thane dis ntlorrl at the brealcfaat
table. Since those diva I have bad some
little experience of disenasione with all
sort: end eondltioua of mon. I have had
to aiatuea fsoo to face with the foremosln
men of our time the most preseing,luea-
tnor,s of eur day. But nater in nay re-
m n, txperieece bevu hover had such
c laaciunaGOaa ae intens.$ mental wctivity.
The experience teat came neareat to it--
el?hi'agh it did not equal it --wan that of
the liaroe half an hour, in which my late
editor (Air. Morlee] and I need to dia-
coaa the affairs of the universe beft re we
aefalad down to work."
weeping. At haat the reheated in her mind
how to morello them.
They were all three meted in the parlor
--Mr. Moore was arranging the fee --wham
this was concluded he threw thetougs from
hint, snatched* book from the mantel, and
opened It abruptly ; but, after a rnom:ent's
perusal, he closed it again, fn aviolent hum-
or, east a feree glitnee at his trombliag wife,
and hurriedly rove from his chair.
Rosruane, deeply moved, clasped her arms
about his neck ae he was about to rise, and
affectionately caressed bin. lie could not
reject her innocent coaxing, and the little
girl, thinking she had auooeeded in touch-
ing his heart, took in her hands the moist-
ened handkerchief wherewith her mother
bad beau drying her weeping eyes, and dri.
ed them a second time therewith ; she then
tenderly eznbraood her mother, who retnrn-
ed her affectionate oarese with all a mother's
fondness.
The parties being now favorably disposed,
naught remained but to eetabliah the peace,
This was no easy matter—neither would
make the firat overture—and without the
penetration of little Roe, reooncitiation
would not then have taken place.
She took her father's hand between her
can little hands, and preened it to her bos-
om ; she than took her mother's hand and
joined it to her father's, as it lay near her
heart. human pride could resist no longer
—thy alienated parents rose at the same
moment and cordially embraced each other.
From that hour Bose was the Idol of them
both.
Six years after this, Rosanna, tho ugly
Rosanna, was the ornament of every sooiety
to which her mother presented her. Ami-
able, witty and observing, her convoreatirn
was universally courted.
One summer evening the sun, which dur-
ing the day, had shed over nature an intense
heat, had just disappeared, leaving the hor-
izon covered with long wide braids of red—
clouda more and more dark were heaping
themselves on the eastera aky—the atmos-
phere was suffocating, and one would deem
the earth was returning to the sun the heat
she bad been receiving from the latter dur-
ing the day. All was heavy and weary—
the air inhaled seemed rather to suffocate
than nourish. A drowsy languor overcame
every one.
In a saloon, whose every window was
thrown open, might be seen gliding here and
there in the darkened light, groups of young
females, whose white dresses, slightly agita-
ted by the rising breeze of the evening, offer-
ed somethingmyaterions and poetical where-
in the imagination loved to dwell. A low,
languishing whisper waathen heard, like the
soothing murmur of some distant rivulet,
A young woman, seated before a piano, was
expressing her heart's sentiments by an ex-
traordinary melody, now smooth and ten-
der, now deep and trembling.
No more whispering, but a general el-
lence, took place, hers was a celestial sym-
phony, a seraph's song.
Lord Melton, a fine, handsome young
nobleman, was so deeply touched by the
melody that his frame seemed agitated by a
momentary convulsion. Be listened to the
angel's voice, so softly harmonizing with the
sweet tones of the instrument, and felt an
indescribable sensation thrill through his
frame.
The music ceased, but the sweet voice vi-
brated on Melton's ear, and there was a
charm in the witty and original trifle to
which he listened that transfixed him where
he stood.
"How beautiful must that young girl be,"
thought Melton. " Happy the man on
whom may fall her choice,' and he involun-
tarily sighed.
Suddenly lights are brought In. The
young woman was the ugly Rosanna.
Lord Melton was stupefied—he closed his
eyes ; but the charm of that voice haunted
his memory. He gazed on her a second time,
and he found her less ugly. The beauties of
her mind seemed transferred to her person,
and her gray eyes, small as they were, ex-
pressed wonderfully her internal sense-
*
* * *
Lord Melton wedded Iionsona, and be-
Cluriosity.
It is safe to conclude that the vices and
virtues aro distributed more impartially be.
tween the sexes than the world has hitherto
(supposed. That, however, is rather an al-
arming conclnaion, for if all our residences
are composed of glare, we snail, to rn
v ideal, be obliged to deny ourselves the past -
time of throwing stones.
Mr. Jay, aCanadiangentleman,emanation
ago the guest of the Duke of Westminster,
at whose home a funny incident occurred.
There was in his room a curious old-fashion-
ed Swiss clock. Below it was a printed
notice :
" Please do not touch."
The longer Mr. Joly looked at the clock,
the more he wondered about the possible
reason for this strange request. One day he
ventured to ask his .hostess for an explan-
ation of the prohibition.
"Yon are the twentieth gentleman who
has put thatquestion," said she. "I find
you are jest like the rest of your sex. Wo-
men are said to be proverbially curious, and
that label was put there to test the extent
of the weakness in men, My experience is
that they are just as curious as women. I
keep a list of the gentlemen who ask me the
question you have just put, and I find there
has been but one exception,"
" Indeed," replied Mr. Joly, " and may I
be permitted to ask who that was ?"
"Mr, Fawcett, the late postmaster -gen-
eral, and he, poor man, WAS blind."
A Ride on a Deer Back,
Lavender, Harvey and Irifuabl;e, three
hunters of Leadvflle, were together on a
mountain the other day, when a big buck
bounded up the elope. Trimble followed
to the summit. "Ina few minutes,"says
the Leadvllle Herald, "Cavender and Har-
vey heard a. ehont from the summ(b, and
looking in the direction, saw the buck
coming toward them on a slow trot. It
was plain to be seen that he was badly
wounded, and in the hope of capturing him
alive no shote were fired, but themen got
directly in his way. Lavender happened
to be in reach as the animal passed and
made a grab for the. antler,. The mom-
ent he secured a good hold he wax raised
from the ground and landed squarely on
the buck's back. Then the dust flew.
Such a run was never before seen by the
horrified spectators. Lavender did not
dare loosen his grip on the antlers, and
the 400 yards he traveled before the deer
dropped dead seemed an age." Laven-
der escaped unscathed.
Naval Examiner—"Now, sir, I will e
amine you for oolor'blindneas. What co'
is this light?" "How on earth can I
unless you take that red globe off it ?'