The Exeter Times, 1886-7-8, Page 2TILE .L
" WW you go over to Nankin with me,
tomorrow,?' asked kindly Mre, Brown of
be tired and hard.weeking neighbor, Men
Peters, You *now aasocietlon meets
there, andbueband'a got toga, so I thought
you would like to drive oyer and see your
Ji uut Betsey."
9h, I shoold, ever so muoh l but Dell.
baa gob to go to a plonk, to -morrow after-
noon, and lb 11 take me the whole of the
Foruing to iron her white dreary. I've
t got it washed and hung out ; and
pen to9I9s bleouit to Make ; she wanta
em fresh,
" O motber 1"
The words memo before the door flew
open, .and id bounced a young girl of 12,
with the assurance and poop polseof 40, dressed
Ina braidedooetatne that implied a week's
hard work for somebody, her light hair
hinged on her low forehead, cheap singe
nand bracelets shining on her fingers and
arms, a guilt necklace round her sallow
throat, over a frill of imitation lace, her
whole air pert, tawdry and disagreeable.
8he barely nodded to the minister's wife
and went on in a loud voice, "Say 1 Lucelle
says I'd ought to have some little pies and
some cream cake beeldee the biscuit, so I
run home to tell yon."
Poor Mrs. Peter's race fell.
e "I don't really see how I can, Dell. It's
quite a piece of work to make them cream
cakes. I can make some pie crust and fix
ib np for the pies."
Oh, but I want the cream cakes 1 If
yon make 'em to -night, the pies can wait
till morning."
"Bub, Dell, I've got to get the break-
fast and wash the dishes and make the
beds and sweep, and then iron your white
drew, and yon know there's elghta of
work on it, and you want the rc film fluted,
and"—
"Oh, can't you get np real early 1"
Mn. Brown was indlgnant. A wise
proverb cautions ns not to put a finger
between the bark and the tree, but she
did not remember it. " Why don't you
make the cake yourself, Della?" ehe said.
"When I was your age I could make cake.
Dant you 1 "
Della started at her scornfully ; Mre.
Peters put in her word at once.
" Ob, I haven't never asked it of her.
Mrs. Brown. Dell's real delicate, and
she loves to go; children ain't children but
once, and I want for her to have a good
time. I'll fetoh ib round somehow, Dell,
dear. Yon tell Aunt Betsey, won't you,
Mia' Brown, how that I wanted to eee her,
but I really couldn't get over. I thank
yon jnet as much."
Mre. Brown offered no further remarks.
There was a tone of aggrieved motherhood
in Mrs. Petera'e voice that warned her
to keep silence; she said good-bye, and
pursuing her walk up the street, rung
the bell at a handsome house standing in
a well -kept yard, that told its own story
of wealth within. She was admitted to
the parlor and warmly welcomed by Mrs.
and Mise Vincent, a• wife of middle age
and her slater-in•law.
Bab hardly had ehe begun to talk wnun
her friends when the door opened, and hi
rushed four children of various ages, whr
afternodding at the visitor, or reluctantly
ebaking hands, at once monopolized the
conversation. In vain did Mrs. and Mies
V'.ncent struggle to be heard.
"Oh Mary 1 I wan trying to tell Mre.
Brown"—
"Well, ma, I've got to go ; I said I
would, and"—
"Oh, yes! Yon told Will Johns you'd
go, and you've got to 1 Just like a girl 1
I'd"—
" Milly, - dear, I want to ask Mra.
Brown"—
" Well, aunt Sue, I must go if Mary
goes, and there's that picnic, and"—
So it went on, a perfect Babel, which
no present effort could silence, it had
been so long the habit in this house for
the elders to listen and the children to
peak.
Mrs. Brown made only a short call;
she went but a few steps further to the
house of a desolate woman, a widow, woo
had lost her two children a month since
with diphtheria. Mre. Tenny burnt into
tears ae she came into the room, and
Mrs. Brown pother arms about her tender
ly.
" My poor friend 1" was all she could
may. 0 Mrs. Brown, I can't, I can't be
reconciled to it. I mise them every
second. Hal used to come in eo bright
from school—his fusty ear to go, you know;
and Susy was always at my knee or in my
lap, when she was awake; and In the
lonesome nights I used to listen for their;
soft breathing, and put out my hand to
feel Susy'e little tender face in the crib,
and thank God I had them still, if their
father had left me."
There was nothing to say to this; as of
old, the mother wept for her children and
xefa ed to be comforted. Mrs. Brown
tried another course.
" They were not both taken at once I "
ehe aeked.
And the mother ceased for the moment
to answer her, and with the pathetic
garrulousness of grief entered into detail.
"Nes Hal came home from school, one
day, so tired, and said his head ached.
And I tried to make him keep still on
the sofa, bathe wee restless, and he would
go out in the eunabine to see the chickens;
It was a hot day in May, and I couldn't
make him keep a hat on; pretty Boon he
sort of crawled back into the kitchen and
eald hie groat' was sore, and 'finge kep'
goin' round en' round an' round.Then
I sent for Dr. Smith, and he gave me
some medicine and a brush and told me
to put it on the inside of his throat, and
rub some liniment on the outside. But
Rally wouldn't let me, and he screamed
and kicked so he choked np right away
I couldn't do it, it hurt him do, and he
wouldn't let me if I'd wanted to.
" I meant to send Snay away, but she
never would stay with anybody bub nee,
the little precious! I never could make
her. So she sickened next day, and
there couldn't be anythingdome for her;
there wasn't a day between b them. And
now—now-my house Is like a grave all
the time.,,
ltooae bureb of sobbing t
In the I? g hat
followed, could Mrs. Brown speak the
thought that filled her heart and day "My
friend, you have fallen into the plb that
you have digged; if your children had
learned to obey you jin health, they
might have been with you to•day 1"
She could not, deeply ae she felt It; tl�
hour for counsel was past; she could only
"weep with their that weep," and betah
hereelf to the next call on her, lief, f.
Mre. Brown, was doing pariah ditty the
afternoon,
Mre, Tlbbota: wee very glad to ee her..
And how are you all today 1"asked
the mtnlater'a wife,
" Oh we're reasonable well all but
Nelly; ehe got thrown down et' the rink
last nlghb, and sprainedher anklereal bad.
I've expected all along something like,
that would happen bo her."
" Don't you think it is a bad place for
girls to go anyway?•' naked Mrs. Brown.
"Lend, yea 1 But all the' young folks
are. possessed to go, and you can't atop
'em. I wish to goodness the men that
built that rink had beenfurbher 1 There's
all. aorta go there, and they talk to every.
body, and get familiar -like with Polka
you wouldn't have them, know no more
than nothing.. There's about as much
harm to a rink as there'is to a ram hole,
but It makes about as much money; so
you can't stop 'em; nobody can't."
"Why do you let your girls go there?'
.
, ,
Mercy! nhelpm goin',Girls
can't e
y
is as headstrong as pigs; the more yon
pull 'em one way, the more they go
other way. I've always wanted my ohild
ran to have a good time whilst they was
young; there's trouble enough ahead of
'em, eo l've let 'em run, and ttan'b to be
expected that I 'owl up and atop ''em
now,"
There was no controverting that point,
so Mre. Brown said no more.
The nest house was Mr.' Meeker'''.
Mts. Meeker stood at the window, watch
Ing with anxious eyes her oldeabson, who
was experimenting' with a new bicycle.
"Oh, Mrs. Brown," she raid, looking
over her shoulder, "come'in do; I can't go
away aminute from the window, I'm
afraid Charley'll fall and hurt him. He's
been crazy after a bicycle, and Mr.
Meeker didn't know how to get one for
him—they're real costly— and I begged
and begged him not to buy one, for I
knew I shouldn't have a minute's peace
while he was off with it ; bub the ,boy
wanted•; it, and that's enough. What
he wants he's got to have. We're behind
with the taxes, and I'm'flexing over my
old clothes rather than oak John for a
cent!; but Charley's got his father's foot,
as folks say,' and I don't know why he
'shouldn't have. Boys mast be boys, you
know, and I never did believe in making
images of 'em, to do just so, andbe prim
and proper all their days. Oh; o -hl I
thought he was off that time, but he
waen't. I do believe my nerves will be
worn to ravelin's with that bicsole.
Don't go l"
"" I won't stay now, Mrs. Meeker. I
know you want to watch Charley. I'll
come some other time."
So, quite unattended, Mrs Brown found
her way to the door, and went on to the
nexb house, where Miss Sophronia Pack-
ard lived all alone and took in sewing.
Mrs Brown made the usual civil it gniriea,
and then Miss Sophronia opened the con-
versation.
e the higheeb chair. My i did/alba holler 1
and wa'n't she mad 1 But 1'rn gladI done
eit1'
or That night Mre. Brown detailed all
8
"I see you come from Mis' Meeker's ;
well, I do pity that woman ; ehe hasn't a
minute's peace for them children; ane
here's Mie' Bunnell, next door, is just ae
bad, though she hasn't got bub one; bub
her May iq, headstrong, now, I tell you.
Why, ehe goes all the time I If tian't a
dance, it's a picnic, or a ride, or a sail.
She's as impudent as a bumble bee, and
as bumptious as a wren, but she isn't of
no nae in this livin' world, as I nee, but
to plague her ma. Why, t'other day,
Mia' Bunnell found out that May was
goin' over to Norwalk in a buggy, with a
young feller' ab eight o'clock in th' evenin',
calculating' to come home by moonlight,
bebwix one an' two in the mornin,' and,
naterally, she sot down her foot that
Mary shouldn't go. She didn't know the
teller and ehe knew it wasn't seemly for
a gal of fifteen to go off that way with
any young man, and so she told May ;
but, if you'll b'lieve it, MIs' Brown, that
piece jest put on ber sack and bonnet.
and walk et right out of the door, and off
with her feller !If I'd been her me, she'd
have got a locked door in her face when
she come home."
h, Mies Sophronia, do you think
that wcnld have helped the matter ? A
father's home ought never to be closed
on a child, any more than our Father's,
least of all when the child's faults are the
result cf the parents' folly and weakness."
Well, mebbe there's ecmetring in
that l Bat it does seem to me that some-
thing bad ought to be done, when a girl
files right in her ma's face like that!"
"I'm afraid it is too late to do much
at Mary's age but pray for her."
" Land ! you don't suppoaeMie Bunnell
thinka May needs prayin' for 1 Why,
she thinks she's about as nigh perfect as
they make 'em ; she's clean eat up with
that child—all the one rhe ever had. If
you should so much as hint about prayin'
for ber, I gueea you'd raise a metes right
off!"
Mrs. Brown tried to control her face,
but found 1t hard. Miss Sophronia's air
of fine scorn watt irresistible. • She °hang-
ed the subject, by 'saying :
" I am sorry Mrs. Phelps has gone
away; I meant to call on her."
" Well, you can if yon want too ; she
ain't gone, " said Miss Sophronia in a
very acrid tone.
" Not gone! Why, she had wanted so
much to see her eider, I thought nothing
would hinder her 1"
" I know it, she hasn't seen Mk' King
for three years, but Marian went and
asked two girls, and the brother of one
of 'em, to come this week and stay till
after the First, and MIs' Phelps wasn't
goin' to leave 'em there alone to raise
hardy ; besides that, her hired girl ain't
competent to do foroompany. Butthat's
the fashion; the children rewl, now -a -days.
I feel thankful to goodness every day
that I wa'n't never beguiled into the
married state, and I 'haven't got no
youngsters a-walkln' over me, Makin' a
door mat of me 1 Not but what I might be
like Mies Perkins, to be sure, ef I'd had
a nephew, thanks be to praise I hasn't t.
But I stepped in there t'other dry, and if
that woman waan't a-goin' round the
keepin'-room on all fours' with her 'esteem
boy astride of her back, and she a.sayin':
'0 do stop Sammy 1 Niro tired 1 And
he a'whippin' of her up, and a•soreamin,'
'Go 'long, bossy! go 'long horsy 1' And
she did go 'long, till I ploked'him np,
with a jerk, and sot hula down hard, on
that she had seen and heard in her round
of Delle, to her husband, as they sat
together by the study fire. His face
clouded darkly,but he did nob tell ber
what heavythoughte pierced . the future,
and saw, as In a.vision, impending trouble
for the land a c$ d the people that he loved.
All thab ho did, when hie reverie was
ended, was to draw a deep sigh, and re-
peat, in melancholy tones, one text from
the Scripture that was hie counsel for
both lives : "Woe to thee, oh land, when
thy king is a child."
And let all the people say;
"Amen 1"
PEOPLE.
Mr, John 0. Whittier writee to an inquir-
er that 1807 is the year of hie birth and not
the following year, as one literary authority
gives it,
At a retreat ball given by the Countess of
Caithness in Paris many curious farcy 0013.
m
t mos were seen. Mdse Blake,ayoungAmer-
loan lady:from Providenc, ereoated a
white cat,
Queen Viotoria le the oldest reigning sov-
ereign of Earope with, two exceptions, Em•
parer William, who is in his 00th year, and
Xing . Christian, of Denmark, who has enter-
ed rue 09th.
The great Blinierok has stipulated that his
eldest son; Herbert, at present Secretary ef
State for Foreign -a fairs, shall succeed him
as Chancellor,' and with that view he is mak-
ingthim a depository of all his aohemee and
plans.
Women sometimes attain a great age in
Russia. A Mile, Soenitzkt died in the work-
house at St, Petersburg the other day ab the
age of 122 years: In the same institution an•
other woman, named' Irene Nioalaleff has
reached the age of 110 years.
Gen. Boulanger, the.FrenohWar Minister,
le maid to be dfagusted at the appearance of
the bearded soldiers who have taken advant-
age of the permission he gave them to let
their beards firow. As he wears a full beard
himself he could not revoke the permitwith-
outbeing compelled to sacrifice his own fa-
cial appendage,
Chance Johnnycake, chief of the Delaware
Indiana In Indian Territory, is on his way to
Washington to hold a conference with the
"Great Father." He is 72 years of age and
has presided over the Delawares for forty
years. Icor' thirty• five years he has been an
ordained Baptist minister and at his present
age delivers two sermons every Sabbath to
his people.
What is the value of a flea ? Aceerdingto
Prof. Erbini, who owns those marvelous Inc',
sects now performing at the Exohange Rooms
in London, the highly -trained Russian
" putex irritane " is valued at $125—at
least, that is the sum offered by the Pro-
feesor for the reoovery of a missing mem-
ber of his troupe that playa " leading busi-
ness."
The original manuscript of the Waoht am
Rein has jest been presented to the Emperor
William by the German Ambassador in
Switzerland. The composer, Max Sohneba
kenberger, who published the song in 1840,
died about twenty years ago at a village near
Berne, and the manuscript was recently put'
up for sale by his heirs. It appears that an
American offered a higher price than the
Ambassador, but patrrotiem won the day,
and the manuscript, which is written on the
back of several business lettere, having been
purohaeed for $5.000, is now in the pomm-
el= of the eld Emperor.
Daneers of the Deep.
A letterreoeived in New Bedford tome
time in October last reported that four men
had been loet by the whaling bark Grey -
bound, two boats being oapsired by a whale.
Capt. Joseph Silva, who has just arrived
home, tells the following story of the aoof-
dent:
"Sept. 4 the veeeel was between Royal
and St. George, and that day we landed
the second mate at St. George to visit his
family. The next day, a little after 6 o'olook
in the evening, a large whale was raised,
and two boats were manned, I havingoharge
of one ot them and the third mate in charge
of the other. It was coming on dark, but
the whale came np and we gave phase. the
third mate striking him, His beat was im-
mediatly capsized by the whale and the men
clung en to the sides.
"I started to pick np the crew, and saw
the whale come up a short distance from my
boat. He laid eo still that I concluded I
would try and get a bomb into him and kill
him. . On doming np my brat was also ateve
and capsized. I expected a heat from the
ship, as she had one on the crane. The
vowel was only about two miles away,
When it got late, and we saw no signs of
any boat from the ship, the men on the
third mate's oapeized boat all swam ever to
my boat, and then there were twelve
of us clinging to one boat. It was
hard and tiresome work for us to
cling to her, as there was a strong cur-
rent, and the boat kept rolling over and
over. At about 11 o'clock several of the
men were completely exhausted and thor-
eughly frightened. An hour afterward one
of the men had to give in, and dropped
away andwas drowned, His name was
Anton Domingo. Two other sailors also
dropped off in about three-quarters of an
hour. Antone Frates, my boat stesrer, held
out until 6 o'clock, and then let go and was
drowned.
" At daybreak the vessel was about a
mile an a half off, and we were discovered
and pinked up at about 7 o'olook. There
were seven of us deft, and four of them
were frothing at the mouth when raved,"
Mrs. Hicks -Lord sent Mies Folsom (that
was) a solid gold ozrd owe that, in the lan-
guage of a friend of Mies Folsom, " weighed
nearly a pound."
George Augustus Sala declines to contest
e seat in the House of Commons, Baying that
he is a heartbroken, desolate old man with-
out any ambition whatever for public life.
Tornadoes have so soared the citizens of
Meriden, Ill,, that they talk of building'a
huge "cyclone cellar," where the whole
town can take refuge when a wind storm
comae along.
A little girl from the city was on her
first !lett to the country. While riding
near Clifton Springs she saw a lob of cat'd-
tails near the road. " Oh 1 analis," she
exclaimed, "1 never knew before that
sausages grew on 'sticks 1"
Physician (with his ear to ablent's
y.' rc p
chest). There is a curious swelling
over the region of the heart. dr, which
mustbe minced at once." Patient (snx-
lousfy) " That 'swelling' le my pocket-
book, dotter ; please don't reduce it too
much."
'l'oo Late,
With many sad ropes dint tease,'
f look back e'er thea washed years
W},iob, like a desert drear se 41012V$
Lies stretched before my roue a? eight,
,did wish with bitterness anet Point
That I could have them book again.,
Though much of misery and woe.
nee mareed Int/Journey here below,
Yet I would glaly turn ale back
,Across the rough, storm -beaten track,
And pray that God would me b -friend 1
T,, e,t I my broken life might n,end-
I might—who knows in days' of old 1
Iiavo °leaned the dross trona out the gold
Have separated chaff from wheat,
And 'soaped the turmoii'and.the heat
Of passion, ea row, bate and strife,
,And lived a holier, Metter life.
might
eeoadandTt ttohppywomhoo;
I might—but that has passed away
And 1, a mourner old and grey,
Sit in life's twidght all alone
And weep for jo,t a 1 might have knout,
What could I do, if God should give
Another lite for me to live 1
Cou'd 1 blot out the pain, the teem,
The disappointments, woes and fears,
And walk dry shed 'midst all the strife
That swells the we vee of human life 1
Ah, norr h
Pe o ono° it mayhe well,
lit
`that T the storythus must tell
Perchance thebroken threads will be
United in eternity,
And f may find beyond the tide
The joys that earth to denied.
HOUSEHOLD.
asimonoirl
Summer Breakfaate.
Breakfasts are a nuisance in these warm
mornings. Potatoes are no longer the balls
et floury whiteness they need to be in the
winter, and there ie little one eau do with
them in a plain state. "Chime has given us
tie many deli°& us methods of cooking pots•
toes that it seems a diffioult matter to find
anything new. Still, we have two or three
pet ways of "warming over" that may be
new to some of our readers. Cut oold boiled
er steamed potatoes in thick slides (about a
third of an inoh thick,) and out, these in
small squares. To about a pint allow half
a pint of milk, a tablespoonful of butter,
two tablespoonfuls of cream, one-fourth
teaspoonful of salt, and a tablespoonful of
flour. Put the mtlk, in ,s saucepan and
when scalding hot stir in the flour mixed
to a smooth paste with milk and water, stir
till it thickens then add the butter, salt,
and potatoes. Simmer gently about ten min•
ntee, stir in the cream, let it just boil up
and pour it into a warm dish. Of course
the quantity of emit is to be varied at plea-
sure, tastes differing so widely in reapeot to
seasoning. If oream Is not plenty use milk
instead. There potatoes aro nice to serve
with cold meats.
Another way we like very muoh is to out
or.ohop the potatoes, not very fine, and for
two cups of the potato put one-half oup of
milk and two tablespoonfuls of butter Into
a saucepan or frying -pan. When it boils
add a generone pinoh of salt and stir in the
potatoes. Stir gently until well heated
through and turn into a warm dish. Water
may be used instead of the milk. These
potatoes have a rioh, buttery flavor, without
the greasy taste most warmed-over potatoes
acquire.
Mashed potatoes may be made into a de-
licious and attractive -looking dish as fol-
lows : Boil and mash the potatoes—if yon
once use a silver fork to mash them with
you will never use anything else—and add
butter, salt, and milk as canal. Then to a
pint of the mashed potato allow one beaten
egg, and, if you have it, one or two table-
spoonfuls of cream. Butter -roll pane, or
gem pans, which are much prettier, er a
baking dish Is preferred. Put the potato
in, rounding np nicely browned. If gem or
roll pans are used they should be well heat-
ed before being battered. The potato will
turn out beautifully browned all over if the
even is right.
Spiced Rhubarb.
Some one aeke for a recipe for spiced
rhubarb, and new that it ie in season others
who are fond of spiced relishes may wish
to prepare dome to serve with meats during
the early summer, when it is not always
possible to prooure fruits, eto. Peel and
shoe the rhubarb and weigh it. Pat it in a
porcelain kettle and placewhere it will heat
very gradually, until the juice flows freely.
No water should be added, Then bring
forward on the stove and boil gently for
half an hour. Dip out about half the juice
in a dish (not tin) which should be kept
warm, Now add to the cooked fruit one-half
pound of auger for each pound allow one
teaspoonful of cloves and two teaspoonfuls
of cinnamon. Stir well, and if you like it
stronger add more spice, but this amount
makes it sufficiently splay for most tastes.
Should it be too thick, reduce with a little
ef the warm juice ; the mixture should not
be quite so thick as jam, Simmer for ten
minutes and pour into glees fruit jars,
Screw on the tops closely, and when pool
wrap eaoh jar in thick paper and keep in a
cool, dry place,
Hints.
A lady writes that to kill inflects she uses
one teaspoonful of kerosene to a gallon of
water and sprinkles it en the piante with a
hand -broom. It destroys green flies, cur-
rant worms, and other pests, and was used
without it j cry on fnchiaa, geraniums„ oal-
las, and other plants. But it must be used
with care, -
If year dining-roem has a window Isom -
mending a pretty view, dress the . table in
front of that rather than In the centre of
the room, and give the seats commanding
it to your guests, er to those who can tip•
predate Duch thinge.
Handsome pillow -shams can be made by
using eight medium.sized, hem -stitched
handkerchiefs, four for eaoh sham. Trim
them by inserting either lace or fine em-
broidery so that the insertion forms a cross
in the middle, Edge with lane or embroid-
ery, and make up over bright -colored' oam-
brio,
Stains may be removed even from the
most delicately colored kid gloves, without
Injury, by suspending them for a day in an
atmosphere of ammonia. Provide a tall
glass cylinder, in the bottom of which place
strong aqua ammonia. Be careful to re-
move from the Wee of the jar any,ammonla
that may be spattered upon them. Sus
pend the gloves to the stopper in the jar.
They must not come in oontact with tho
liquid.
Wholesale Slaughter for Fashion'e Freaks-
How enormous has been the slaughter of
innocent birds for the purpose of beautify
ing ugly and heartless women is shown by
these statistics ; England imports from In-
dia, Africa and Amerioa $10;000,000 worth
of feathers and birds every years. One tend
a half million exotic birds, inolnding 250,-
000 humming birds are annually imported
to France and England, The ostrioh feath-
ers alone do not imply slaughter of the
birds for the sake of a fashienwhfoh fertun-
ately ie now being frowned on by the more
sensible women.
A SNAKE MT NANCY.
WHY THE SCOu'D WAS PAIAXED,.
The nerve, hardihood and daringo
the genuine frontier soot was illustrte.
time after time during Gen. Custer'® In
dian campaigns by a favorite scout name
Tom Reynolds. He had been in the In
dlan oounbry for ten or twelve years be
fore gaster attached him to his command
and he baro twenty-two scare of wound
received from red men. He was know
to them as " The Snake," and they bot.
hated and reepeoted him. In one of ht
raids among the strongholds to the soot
Caster sent Rsynclds back to Fort Lara
rale with despatches. The scout preferr
td to go alone, and the fact that the
Cat,*NT1tY WAS ALIVE. WITH INDIANS
was taken by biro as a .matter ot coupe
He left camp one night soon ,after dark
mounted on a swift mole and having
ride before httn of eixty.fivo or seventy
miles. That was the last: seen of him fo
a week, when he rode into Laramie one
day and made his apologies for being de
tattled on the way.
Reynolds made only about fifteen mile
the first night where he had calculated on
making forty. On leveret occasions h
narrowly mlesed riding into bodies of In
diens who seemed to be scouting all ove
the country, and up to midnight he ha
to move very slowly. Jusb after tha
hoar hie mule wan bitten by a rattlesnake
and the scout turned into a grove of cot
ton woode on a little creek to care"
him. He had a small package of the In
dlan weed used to extract the poison, and
by daylight the mule was better. I
would be impossible to move for severa
days, however, and he settled down to
pass the time in the grove. There were
Indian signs all about him, and the
chances were that he would not be left
undisturbed many days. It was a amal
but dense grove, and the bcoub and hie
mule were well hidden from any one skirt-
ing the timber.
On the fifth day nine Indiana were
seen approaching the grove. They water-
ed their ponies at the edge of it, and then
turned them loose, built a fire, and made
preparations for dinner. Reynolds had
ee MADE HIS MULE LIE DOWN
and then covered her with brush, while
he retreated to the other side of the
grove. The redskins were loafing around
for over an hour before anything occurred.
They were then joined by twelve others,
but as the newcomers did not dismount
the scout was in hopes the whole band
would noon leave the locality. They were
evidently about to do eo, when Reynold'e
mule got up and brayed, a thing he was
never known to do before or after In the
face of danger. It was accounted for in
this instance by ;the fact that one of the
Indians was mounted on horse which
had been stolen from the cavalry, and the
mule evidently recognized its presence.
The Indians at once raised an alarm, and
rushed into the grove. The mule was
speedily discovered and led out, and five
minutes later the scout quietly surrender-
ed and walked among his captors with
smiling face. He migbt have held them
at bay for a time, but the odds were too
great to hope for anything turning in his
favor.
Several of the Indians recognized Rey-
nolds as "The Snake," and there was
great exultation over his capture. An
ordinary prisoner would have been in-
sulted and maltreated in the first excite-
ment, but no indignity was cffared the
scout. He was disarmed, ordered to
mount his mule, and the whole body
moved to the east. After travelling all
the afternoon they reached the north
fork of the Platte and went into camp.
The ec-rrt could speak the Sioux dialect
as well as a member of the tribe, and dur-
ing the journey he kept up a running
conversation with the two sub chiefs,
leading them to believe that he had had
a personal quarrel with Custer and was
no longer is his service. He claimed
that he was on his way to purchase a
trapper's outfit and
RETURN TO THE MOUNTAINS.
While the Indians no doubt kept a sharp
eye on him, no one seemed to do so. It
*as coming on dark as the band reached
the creek, and Reynolds was in the midst
of them as they dismounted. He swung
himself down and seemed to be engaged
in removing the saddle, at the same time
asking one of the chiefs why they did nob
cross over and get better grass. Like a
flash he suddenly swung himself into the
saddle, and like an arrow the mule darted
away. Reynolds had to pass six Indians
and their horses before he was clear of
the camp, but such were his movements
that he was pistol shot away before a
shout was uttered or a shot fired. Every
Indian then mounted in pursuit, and the
foremost kept np a running fire until
they were out of ammunition.
The mule seemed inclined to make up
for his bad break in the grove, and he
drew ahead so fast that at the end of a
quarter of an hoar Reynolds turned sharp-
ly to the right, rode about half a mile,
and then man and mole hugged the earth
and let the
INDIANS GALLOP AHEAD .INTO THE DARR
NESS.
The scout then returned to the stream,
crossed it, and took a bee line for Fort
Laramie, where he arrived next morning.
Two arrows struck his saddle, and six
bullete chipped hie clothing without draw-
ing blood. When he handed hie des-
patches to the Commandant he humbly
exclaimed :
" Ought to hey bin here sooner, but a
snake bit Nancy and a band of reds gob-
bled me. Hope the delay won't make
any trouble."
161*
""The rambling d farmhouse" is not
confined to the East since the West began
to enjoy a monopoly of cyclones.
The Queen of Spain has given the
sword ot the late King Alfonso to the
Royal Escort Horse Guards of Madrid,.
having had inscribed on it, / Guard the
sword of him who guarded in life."
Ten -year-old George Hayes of Schley,
Ga., being sent by hie stepmother to his
father with the request that he be whip-
ped for not having his spelling lesson,
walked a mile to pond with the inten-
tion of drowning himself. ' He was found
hiding in a cotton" gin house next morn-
ing. He said that when he went into the
pond the water got Into his nose and
mouth and hurt him ao that he had, to
come out. He tried It' several times,
but finally gave it up.
)TE14S Of ,1 '7"EBBBI'.
Mrs,. Jeanie Wright, of Indianapolis, has
brought cult to regover the velum of her
sewing maobljlio, which her worthless buts,
band parried to a liquorsaloen and railfad
off.'
Georgia le likely to be known am the
Mother of Evan ellsts. The Rev, J. H.
Monday la her latest product in this line
and he fa said to be doing a great work at.
Columbia, Tenn.
The venerable Joseph KIelnfeldt of Utica
rcoontly died at the residence; of his son,
Alderman Littlefield of Detroit. Since the
death notice :appeared the Alderman has
been busy explaining that his name is sim-
ply hire father's Pante trausltittd into Eng-
lfeh.
A young colored woman in Lakev`few,'`N.
J„ while carrying a kettle of boiling water,
suddenly fainted and fell. She kept tight
hold of the kettle, and thus succeeded in
pouring its entire contents over her lege,
scalding heteelf terribly.
John Coulter, of Richmond, attempted to
hive a Swarm of bees the other day, and
theylighted upon him and nearly stung him
to depth. It was thought that he would
surely d she n
1 butmanaged a ed'
iall through
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g ,
p
B
and fs now verysore
but o valaso
ant
,
Charley Sheehan, 13 years old, of Lafay-
ette, went In bathing accompanied by his
dog. The boy could not swim, and while
paddling about in water nearly up to his
neck, the dog got on his batik and pushed
down. Ae fast as he came up the dog push.
him under and the boy was drowned.
Stephen Gleason, of Fall River, is 100
years and six months old, attends ohurch
every Sunday, walking unaided to and from
the church ; takes a long walk daily, has
excellent night and hearing, and unimpaired
memory, Mre, Gleason le nearly ninety
years old, and likewise well preserved.
G. A. Barclay, of Edinburgh, told a Chi-
cago reporter teat he had been by night
through the slums of hie own city, of Glas-
g_ow, L'.verpool, London, Paris, Rome, and
Naples, and that, except in Naples he had
never seen anything so bad in the way of
drinking, and vice as he had seen in Chicago,
Accounts begin to come in of girls who
kill themselves jumping the rope. The
eleven -year-old daughter of . Andrew Bon-
nier of Louisville has just died after match -
lug herself against soma playmates et a
pronto. She jumped until she brought on
heart palpitation that could net be control-
led.
A writer in the Bee Journal says that
bees have a strong antipathy to dark -color-
ed objects, A brood of chickens ran about
hie hives. The bees stung one of the dark
ones to death, and did net rimiest the light-
colored ones. He says that a man with a
blaok ping hat rarely gets stung, the bees
devoting their entire attention te_eheoting
the hat,
Three years ago, after a tornado had de-
vastated the farm of a Georgia farmer, he
found a two-year-old boy among the shrub-
bery of his garden. No one claiming the
waif the farmer took him andgaared for him.
Last anmmer the farmer took the bey with
him into Miseissippi, and then another tor-
nado took the child, and he has never been
heard of einoe.
There is a cave about fire r miles from
Houston, Texas, about 100 feet long, 60
feet broad, and, from 4 to sixteen feet in
height where numberless bats roost by day.
It le said that there are so many that it
takes them nearly an hour to get into the
cave each morning and in the rush hundred's
are killed. It ie proposed to form a com-
pany to collect and utilize bat-skine,
John Carothers, while burning brush near
Akron, Ohio, naught his foot in a brush
heap, and was in Danger of being burned to
death. His yells brought a man,wbo said :
" Pay me the $5 you owe die, and I'll help
yon out," Carothers tini d that he didn't
ewe any $5. "All right, alien, burn," said
the man, and he walked away. Carothers
then by frantio efforts released himself,
but not before he was badly scorched.
Herman Beadle was digging a well at
McAlister, I. T. He arranged a oherge for
blasting, lighted the fuse, and was holated
endue the ene forty feet above, When
half way up the rope broke, and he fell to
the bottom. He tried to grasp and extin-
guish the fuse, but was too late, The
charge exploded, Herman was blown nearly
to the top of the well, and fell book dead
with e'very bone in his body broken.
A dignified pug in the arms of its mis-
tress was riding on the front seat of an open
London street car the other day. The
heroes were tired, and the driver used his
whip freely, The dog watched him closely,
and, eaoh he struck the weary steeds, howled
dismally in sympathy with the suffering
animals. He kept it up so vigorously that,
for peace sake, the driver had to put up the
whip, and then the pug seemed quite re-
lieved,
PERPETUAL MOTION.
An Invented Wheelbarrow Made to Run a
Tread -Mill.
A wonderful discovery was made recently
by Mr, Robt. Reevee, of Eganville, County,
of Renfrew, whioh will tend to revolu-
tionize the locomotion of machinery in
the near future. The discovery was made
by throwing a ploughpoint on to the bread-
board of a dogohurn, the instant the point
touched the board it revolved one half turn,
Mr. Reeves could see " perpetual motion" at
once. The tread -board of the churn requires
very little weight on the side to set in mo-
tion, The discoverer thereupon obtained a
wheelbarrow and placed the wheel upon the
side of the board and secured the handles
firmly to a beam in the machinery hall.
Everything ready the breaks were loosened
and the board began to revolt' fie wheel
of the barrow travelling up hi erving the
same purpose as the tread of a dog. We
understand word was immediately sent to
Ottawa to secure a patent. There is a stand-
ing bounty of $500,000 offered by Queen
Victoria to the discoverer of perpetual mo-
tion, and stops will ba taken to secure this
premium. The machine can be seen in mo-
tion by all who wish to call. We oongratu-
late Mr, R, on his discovery, and trust he.
will be fortunate enough to secure title hand-
some bounty,
Plain.
A farmer's wife living up among the New
England hills had a longing all her life to
see e, hippopotamus, A drone and menag-
erie vierted a neighboring town, and she has -
noised up her old horse and eagerly jsgged
ever the rough roads, When she stood in
front of the cage whore the huge hest was
confined, all rho said was " My I ain't he ?;
plain ?"
Employer ( to collector ): "See Mr.
Smith r' Coltector : " Oh, yes." Blrhployer
" Was he annoyed at your calling non
him!" Collector : "Not a bit, He asked.
Ina tY ewll again."
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