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El:Od'e Measure.
L, A, MOARISON,
"An4 God saw everything that he had made,
and behold it was good.”_,Ge4 3L
Ven/ good," is the measure at last :
With. Creation's labor ended,
The nights and days of uprearing Past,
When the " eintshed moor sublime and vast
Shines out in the beauty and smile of God,
The shadows all are blended
With the glorious light of a perfect morn,
When from Owl's conception a World was born
" Very good." Tis the measure of love ;
Who saw Its sublime fruition ;
The glad new Earth, and the Ileaven above ;
The sweet -voiced lark, and the cooing dove;
The infinite life in the air and sea,
Their wondrous, God -sent mission ;
.And the crowning glory of all the rest,
Alan, ",A.fter His Likene36" supreme and blest,
Very good :" the measure again ;
Though Sin with its dark defiling
Had bondaged to Death, the nee of men
With a bitter hate, beyond human ken ;
And Earth seem'd receding away to the night,
0 t'Of the light and the sinning.
Jesus a Ransom for sin was made,
"Pinishoe Redemption" by Love displayed.
" V ry good :" the measure of life,
Each mortal life before Him
Re knows the toiling, the weary strife
And bitter pain, with NdliCh earth is rife ;
But he knows that each faithful heart will bow
And gratefully adore Him,
When at last they come to the light above,
In the " &Wished life," of Eternal Love.
BY EXPRESS.
Early morning in the Sierra. A faint
glimmering of dawn in the east, tinging the
lower edges of dark storm -clouds rifted by
the icy winds; distant peaks dimly visible
through the twilight, looming ghastly in
their snowy shrouds against the paling gray
of the murky horizon. Tall pinesshadowing
in graceful grimdeur the moist and slippery
sides of the dark ravines, through which
gurgle the vagrant waters of a storm that
has raged through the night. Absolute soli-
tude—even the wind has ceased its mono-
tonous requiem, exhausted by its mad efforts
in the hours of darkness. The air grows
colder. A snowflake flutters down through
the uncertain half-light, hesitates an instant,
as if struggling against a manifest destiny,
and then falls helplessly, hopelessly, into
the yellow, watery mud of the torn and
gullied mountain road, to be absolved with
impunity and lost forever. Under the silent
boughs of a great pine, watching the gather-
ing light in the east—a man—the only liv-
ing oreature visible in this sad, gloomy pic-
ture. A mask veils his features, and in his
hands, cooked and ready for instant use, he
holds a double-barreled shotgun.
"1 wonder where I will be this time to.
morrow ?" Most men soliloquize when
alone, and this man simply obeyed a natural
impulse in uttering his thoughts aloud.
The sound of his -voice seemed to relieve the
monotony. "1 won't be here, that's cer-
tain," he continued. "I know where I
think I'll be, but it's a mighty long distance,
and the trail's through the woods. I've got
three chances at the outcome—safety ; bolts,
bars, and strong walls ; or—"
The musical jingling of spurs and the ir-
regular slap -dash of a horse's hoofs trotting
through the mud interrupted the vague spec-
ulations f ). t ..e man and caused him to draw
closer in the shadow. The horseman pass -
,?,1„
ed. As t e jingling of spurs and splutter of
hoofs died away over the hill the man
emerged from the shadow and looked down
the road. He listened; his form, slightly
bent, was outlined against the dawn -light,
a sinister silhouet, only hall human, if the
imagination were to seek a resemblance be-
tween the motionless form in this attitude
and a bird of prey. Suddenly the listener
' started back once more. The movement
was agile and cat -like; firm, determined,
desperate. A singular medley of sound
floated through the still air—the creaking of
wheels, thtegrattling of harness, the constant
cracking o-M`whip, the constant splashing
of horses' hoofs, and the hoarse cries of a
man urgings: a spirited team to renewed ex-
ertions. Nearer and nearer came the dis-
cordant noises. The man in the shadow ot
the pine grew more rigid and more alert. His
fingers sought the triggers of his gun, and
his thumb pressed more firmly over the
hammers. His neck was stretched forth
like the neck of the condor as it watches
herdsmen on the plains below.
"Git along there! What's the matter with
ye, Blaze? — thesh roads !" and the driv-
er threw "the silk into the off leader" at
the rate of twenty cracks a minute. The four
mustangs plunged furiously, and the stage
creaked agonizingly, the harness straining
, with the spasmodic efforts of the horses to
drag the heavily laden vehicle up the grade.
"Hold on, there, Baldy I"
It was the man in shadow who spoke.
The horses swerved to the right and almost
overturned the stage,. The driver. however,
had presence of mind, and was skillful; he
dragged the leader trembling with ,fright
back into the road and turned his attention
to the man with the shotgun.
"Moist morning," the latter remarked in
a somewhat sympathizing tone.
" Purty wet," the driver replied.
"Roads bad ?" inquired the man, throw-
ing his gun into the hollow of his arm, so
that the muzzle bore directly, though ap-
parently unintentionally, upon the door of
the stage, from the interior of which a head
had been suddenly projected, when the stage
stopped, and which was as suddenly with-
drawn when a certain instinctive curiosity
had been satisfied in the twin depths of the
gun barrels.
"Purty bad, stranger, from the Crimea
House down," said the driver. "Anything
I ken do fur ye? I don't mind swappin' a
lie or two 'ith ol' friends when I meet 'em,
but ye see I am a leetle behind time this
morning', an' I haven't got much leeway ef
I'm g0in' to git into Stockton afore night."
"That's so, Baldy, ol' man," replied the
mafamiliarly, "and you needn't put your-
self
" W, ch box 1"
gits)
on my account. Just chuck down
thittle. f mine and we will call it square."
"That one under your seat there; it's
marked ' Wells Fargo an' Co. I'm Fargo."
"0, you're Argo, eh ?" said Baldy, simu-
lating a renewed interest in the adventure.
"Well, I declare, I thought I met you afore,
and I'll be d—a ef I could place you. How's
the fam'ly, Fargo !"
"First rate, Baldy."
" OP woman's as spry as ever, I s'pose ?"
"Never felt better in her life."
" Kids all hunkiclori, eh 1"
"You That. Clan around and see es, Baldy,
when you get a chance; Mrs, Fargo'd he de-
lighted to see you, old nutn."
"So I will, Fargo ; so I will. But I say,
Fargo, this yer bOx o'' yours is a valu'ble
package, and goes through to the 'address'
o' the firm."
"Never mind that, Belay. You tell I
took charge of it. That'll be all right.
There's documents in the °box that I can't
get along without just now—business of the
firm you know—end seeing you are behind
time maybe you'd better not fool round any
more gaasing with me."
As he mid this the muzzle of the guri
gradually lifted, until the yawning barrels
covered the dtiver, inducing two Chinamen
on the back seat to shrink nervonsly to-
ward the opposite aide of the stage, Balcly
Wrapped the lines atound the brake and
difficulty in extracting the bulky padloelt
concern from the pile of mailbags, but he
finally succeeded, and raising the box on the
edge of the boot inquired;
Is this the bizness, Fargo ?"
" 1 reckon—throw it down, and I'll make
an inspection. Yes, that's what I'm looking
for," he added, after the box had fallen with
a jingling crash at his feet. " Wane a re-
ceipt, 13tildy ?"
"No, I guess not," said the driver. "
tell Wells you took &large o' the yalu'ble
package, and'—"
"That'll be all eight, Belay," interrupted
the man. " Wells won't kick. Hope you'll
make the trip all right, old man."
"Anything else, li'argo ?"
" Don't think of anything else just now.
I guess you can drive right along."
No message to inquirin' friends ?"
"Nary message."
" Be here when I get back 7"
" Meet likely I won't he here."
" Well, so long, Fargo ; take care o' yer-
self."
" So long, Baldy - Pll see you later."
And so they parteil.
By this time the morning was well ad-
vanced. The clouds hung low and the air
was moist and uncomfortable. Snowflake's
drifted through the pines and great masses
of vapor shifted along the slopes of tlae dis-
tant mountains. The highwayman dragged
the express -box into the ravine, where he
would be free from observation and shelter-
ed from the growing inclemency of the
weather. Here he broke open the box with
a hatchet which he carried in his belt,
and in a few minutes he hacl transferred all
the coin packages to his pockets. As he
arose, the superscription of a letter caught
his eye—the letter lay half buried in the
mud, where it had been flung by the robber
when he rifled the box. The impress of the
highwayman's heel was upon it, but the ad-
dress was clearly legible: John R. Rich-
mond, Columbia, Tuolumne Co.; Cal.
The robber stood for a moment as if spell-
bound, contemplating this letter as Robin-
son Crusoe contcmplated the footprint in
the sand. Then he picked it up and rubbed
the mud from the envelope upon his sleeve.
He examined it with deep interest. The
superscription was in the handwriting of a
woman—small, delicate, but faltering, as if
the fingers that held the pen srerobled when
the writing was done. The envelope was
postmarked "Utica, N. Y.' The robber
slowly tore the end of the envelope and
withdrew a sheet of note paper, closely
written, As he read he smiled, and when
he had finished he returned the letter to its
envelope and placed it in his ocket. Glen
cing swiftly around, he stood for a moment
irresolute. Having decided what direction
he should take, now that flight was neces-
sary, he climbed to the ridge above the
I'll have to peg out." The rude realism of
the simile amused the stage -robber and his
eyes twinkled humorously. "Mee I /start.
ed on thie risky enterprise I tried to look
ahead into the future a day or two. I won-
dered where I'd be about this time. I took
my chances on tw o losing cards—a jail and
a rope—and I reckon I won the rope. The
gang don't leek like a crowd of missionaries
chasing me to save my immortal soul. It
ain't the Sheriff, because the Sheriff don't
hunt coyotes with a brass band. I think it
is this horse that has settled my business',
Well, what of it ? I played it for all it was
worth, but two little pair don't beet a king
full, and I don't think my bluff is going to
work."
By this time the pnrsuere were thunder-
ing up the slope, their heroes reeking with
sweat and panting with their exertion. There
were ten men in the crowd, and. their stern,
bearded faces wore an expeeasion anything
but reassuring to the man who o calmly
awaited them. They oireled the tree with-
• t a word and hastily secured their animals
o the branches. One of them, a tall,
bronzed, muscular young man, uncoiled a
lariat from the In rn of his saddle and flung
it defiantly and with ominous significance at
the feet of the robber, The leader of the
horsemen than approached.
"Good morin, stranger," he remarked,
in that easy, familiar tone peculiar to
the mountaineer of California, with whom
the time of day is always morning until
night.
Good morning," the highwayman an-
swered, extending his hand with a cordiality
that was ironical in its effusiveness. The
leader graqind the proffered hand half me-
chanically, his face indicating surprise at
the 000lness of the man they intended to
hang.
"Belong in these parts ?" he asked.
" No ; can't say I'm exactly a residenter
of this quarter -section just now."
"Maybe you're thinkin' o' pre-emptin' a
claim ?
"You've struck it, pard. I've been run-
ning pretty free of late, and I've about con -
eluded to settle down, quiet -like and easy."
The man looked steadily into the eyes of his
executioner, his cheek unblanched and his
voice as calm and passionless as if the idea
of a painful death at the hands of these de-
termined men was the last thought in hie
mind. The leader of the horsemen whisper-
ed softly. Then he said:
"Been here long?"
" Halt an hour."
"Haven't seen anything of a claybank
mare branded J. C.' on the left flank, have
you ?"
" Pacer ?"
"That's her gait."
"White spot in her forehead ?"
"You know her, stranger.'
canon, and with a swift stride pressed stead-
ily forward, During the morning he tramp- you ?"' guess I've seen the mare. Belong to
ed through unfrequented paths, avoiding "I paid $160 fur the brute, an' I haven't
sold her yet."
"Had an offer ?"
" No."
"Want to sell ?"
"Well, I can't say 1 do—not just now,
anyhow. Why? You wasn't thinkin
o' buyin' the mare, was ye ?"
casual passer-by he was sunply a hunter, "0, I didn't know• but we might make
whose luck or skill had been bad, returning some sort o' trade. I've been traveling pret-
empty-handed through a driving snow-
storm. ty lively the last two days, and this mare of
mine is petered."
At noon the snow fell so thick that he pears to me
could scarcely follow the trail. An hour your mare's a claybank,
later he stopped. He began 'to doubt too,," and the leader approached the animal,
patting her gently on the neck.
whether he was pursuing the right course. cs
He strained his eyes to catoh some familiar sg That's her color, pardy," said the other,
landmark, bit the snowflakes fell around and she's a dandy. I wouldn't take $200
for her if she was in condition."
him like a fleecy, shifting curtain. He'
strode forward once more, ;this time slowly " White spot in her forehead, too. .Stran-
g earsmine"
, mefteh.i,s, warn't your mare I'd swear she
—feeling his way. He was beginning to be w
confused. Again he paused. This time he He walked slowly around the
h
realized the dangers which this circumstance horse, examining the animal in detail and
commenting upon her various points of re -
entailed. He had but one recourse at that
moment. He would descend the first gulch semblance to his own. Yes, sir; this yer
mare o' yours, stranger, is the dead image of
and follow It to its outlet. As. he hurried
forward, floundering through the deepening bo
I lost yesterday mornin'. I shouldn't
be surprised ef she was my mare's twin sis-
drifts, he found that he was traversing a ter."
broad plateau. While speculating what
"fiat" this could be he plunged headlong
into a bush fence. He was saved. .As he
arose he heard voices. Guided by this wel-
come sound he soon reached a barn. Shel-
tering himself under the lee of the barn, he
waited until the men retired and then he
crept into the building. Several horses cm.
cupied stalls in the stable, and farming im-
plements and harness were scattered about.
The robber climbed into the loft, and, bury-
ing himself in the hay, was soon sleeping
Soundly.
the habitations of men, and seemingly heed-
less of the storm that now whirled and roar-
ed around him. He had discarded his
mask and hatchet beside the eepress box,
but he carried his shotgun, not so much for
personal protection as to afford an excuse
for prowling through the hills. To the
"You say you've lost your mare ?"
" Sartin.'
"Broke out o' the corral, I s'pose."
"With a man on her back."
" Ah 1"
"You say you've seen the critter, stran-
ger ?"
"Perhaps."
"Maybe you noticed the party a-ridin'
her?"
"1 took particular notice of the individual.
He was a tall man."
"'Bout your hight, maybe ?"
When he awoke it was night, and the "Yes, and he wore a broad -brimmed
stars were shining clear and bright in the slouch hat, something like this one." The
cloudless sky. The snow lay thick in every imperturbable robber removed his hat and
direction, and the only sound that broke held it towards the other.
"Notice his hair and beard ?"
"Sandy."
" Light complected, eh ?"
the silence was the dripping of water from
the eaves of the barn. He looked out and
saw a horse a short distance from his place
of concealment. NO one was stirring and " 'Bout my color."
no lights were visible. Descending to the The leader turned to his companions and
lower floor of the barn the highwayman said:'
"Boys, I reckon were much obleeged to
the stranger."
There was a murmur of assent.
" Reckon we're hot on the trail ?"
" You bet."
"Stranger," began the leader, turning
once more to his victim, we're much ob-
deeged to ye fur yer information. The party
ye saw ridin' that claybank pacer—that
tall, sandy-complected party you say looks
so much like present company—stole the
mare, and we're—"
"May be he only borrowed the mare,"
interrupted the robber.
"That's so. I didn't think o' that. But
he borrowed her in the night-time from my
barn, close to my house, while I was
asleep."
"1 guess he didn't want to disturb you—
some folks are considerate, you know."
"He might 'a waited till mornin'." ,
"Perhaps he was in a hurry."
"Precisely; an' come to think of it, eo are
we. I guess we'll have to be on the move ef
we colkerlate to ketch up 'ith the hoss-
thief."
He picked ...tp the lariat and threw one end
over the branch of the oak. The other men
took hold of the rope and ranged themselves
in a line. The leader adjusted the noose and
placed it around the highwayman's neck.
The latter, stibmitted without a shudder.
He even smiled, and, as the loop wag drawn
tight, said :
"Thanks, I forgot to put on my necktie
this mornin'."
"Ye don't know how a necktie improves
ye," the leader replied.
" 0, I'm a dandy in full dress," said the
prisoner. "But, I say, pard, can't we make
some sort of trade on that hoss biznese ? I'll
tell ye what I'll do, I'll give you niy mare
and $500 cash for your horse, and take the
chances of finding the man that borrowed
lighted a lantern and began to search for
something among the implements scattered
about. In a few moments he found a sad-
dle, which he carried to one of the stalls,
and, speaking low to one of the horses,
placed it on the animal's back. Having
secured the saddle he took down the bridle
and adjusted it in the horse'smouth. Then
he listened. The silence reassured him.
He opened the door and led the horse out
into the starlight. Choosing a path that
led away from the house, he was making
good progress toward a gate when his plans
were disturbed by the sudden, fierce out-
cry of dogs. They mune at him from every,
direction, yelping, barking baying. There
was not an instant to be lost. To hesi-
tate meant an unequal struggle. with the
dogs and ultimate capture by the inmates
of the house. Leaping to the saddle the
desperate man urged his horse at the fence.
The animal was game, and answered the
hoarse cry of its rider by rising at the
fence and clearing it at a single bound.
He thought he heard an answering shout
from the farmhouse, but he was not certain
and he had no desire to solve this doubt.
In two hours, by hard riding, he had left
danger miles behind and reined his horse
into a rapid walk.
The foothills of the Sierras are thickly
wooded with white, black, and live oak, thus
relieving the monotony of an otherwise bar-
ren landscape. Even in the depth of win-
ter these oaks retain their foliage, and one
never lees in California the gnarled branches
and leafless boughs so conspicuously wintry
in their nakedness in less favored climes.
Standing beneath one of these oaks, the clay
following his escape from the mountain
ranch, the highwayman watched the ap-
proach of a party of horsemen. The horse
he had stolen stooct beside him, cow
ered with mud from rieck to fetlock—found-
ered. The horsemen in the distance rode
furiously, and they were heading directly
for the tree beneath which the fugitive
stood. There was a smile upon his lips,
and he seemed in en unusually cheerful
rimed.
Those fellowe Mean businese," he mut-
tered. "They wohldn't have followed nib
so close if they didn't, Looks as if the grime
was up on this side of the board --home to
as a red Kish on a greaeer'e atomaeh. There
I reckon that'll do.'
"Much obliged, pard." The voice of the
highwayman waa somewhat choked, but it
was not with his emotion. "Are you go.
ing ? Well, good luck to you."
The men on the rope stepped back two
paces. The lariat tightened between the
robber's neck and the bough over which it
had been flung.
"Any word ye'd like to send your be-
reaved relatives 7' asked the leader, as he
moved'`Naotllivinu'gy, partielar," replied the high-
wayman. "Nothing except an answer I'd
like written to a letter I've got in my
nese," said the loader.
"1 reckon we ken 'tend to that little biz.
"1 don't like to trouble yo, gentlemen,
1 ut it would be a great accommodation to
me."
No trouble, etranger. Where's the let-
ter ?"
In my coat -pocket."
The leader, after eonsiderable fumbling,
found the letter.
"Is this the doclayment ?" he inquired.
"That's the paper, and if it wouldn't be
too much trouble, perhaps you'll read it
aloud to the boys. They might suggest
some points for the answer. Besides, I'd
like to refresh rey ow a memory a bit."
The leader glanced at the address:
"John R. Riclunond, Columbia, Teolumne
Co,u, nithy."
at,s me,"
said the robber.
The leader drew the envelope ansT read
aloud :
"bWEET HOME, Oct. 21, 1859.-214 Dar.
ling Boy : The years are dragging wearily
by, a,nd I am growing old in my loneliness.
The grave seems colder and more cheerless
as I totter toward it, bereft of the loving
presence of my darling child. Why do you
leave me thus in my old age? 0, John, I
yearn for you. 1 long to clasp you in my
arms °nee more, to lay my cheek againgt
yours ; to kiss the lips I kissed so fondly as
you slept in your cradle before you knew a
mother's love. It has been fifteen years
since you left me—fifteen years of waiting,
and watching, and praying for your return.
Do you realize how my heart goes out to
you—a mother's heart? Do you realize the
fear that oppresses her as she thinks of the
dangers that surround you in that far away
land, among desperate men, whose hand may
not be restrained against you by the love a
mother bears for a wayward child. Have
you forgotten me, John? I almost feel
that you have, for I have heard nothing
from you for months. 1 am uncertain that
this will reach you. John, your mother,
who loves you better than life, is waiting
for you, and her eyes are dim with tears of
disappointment. My heart aches as I
think that perhaps I am forgotten by ray
beloved son—the only tie that binds me to
earth. Shall I ever see my boy again?
Shall I clasp him to my bosom once more?
0, I could die happy with his arms about
me'my head pillowecl upon his breast,
his head was once pillowed upon mine. •
r
cannot realize that my darling, my baby, is
a man, for in my heart's memory he is still
a child—an innocent, laughing, mother -lov-
ing boy. Come home, John. It will not
be long, and when this feeble body lies cold
in the grave you may wander out into the
world again. Remember, John a mother's
love is more precious than all besides and
until death comes to end my longing 1 shall
wait -0, so patiently—and watch through
my tears for the coming of him who is dear-
est to me on earth. Montan."
The bright sunlight flooded a landscape
barren and cheerless. The blue of the sky
above was simply a relief such as Nature,
in her regard for the fitness of things had
spread over the unattractive prospect for
pleasant contrast. As the leader's voice
ceased there was a silence in that terrible
group for a moment; even the restless horses
were still. The stern judges stood like sta-
tues grasping the lariat. But the rope had
slackened as that mother's pathetie appeal
was read. And, standing there on the brink
of his grave, John Richmond faced his exe-
cutioners as calmly, as resigned as if the soul
of a martyr animated him instead of a sin.
stained, reckless, desperate heart that might
shrink from no villianv.
"He's game." The man who spoke had
released his hold on the lariat. The leader
replaced the letter in Richmond's pocket.
Looking around upon his followers be ob-
served that only two of them retained their
hold upon the rope, a.nd even these men
were doubtful and hesitating. The leader
understood the temper of his companions.
",Stranger," he said, striding close to the
pinioned man, " whar were ye goin' when
we met you ?"
"1 was going home."
"It's a long way home, stranger."
"1 know it."
"And the trail's crooked."
"I won't lose it, pard, if my life is spared."
The leader unbound the highwayman,
and, turning to his companions, remarked,
in a voice softer than usual:
"Boys, eozne of us have mothers back in
the States, and maybe we re thinkin' o'
those mothers at this identical minute. It's
my opinion that those mothershave saved a
man's life to -clay." Then to the highway-
man : "Stranger its nigh sundown, an'
we've got a long road afore us. Good -day."
They shook hands, ard the leader mounted
his horse. As the men rode out from be-
neath the shadow of the oak the highway-
man followed.
"How 'bout the mare, pard? I stick to
my bargain."
Never mind the mare, stranger; there'll
be horses when were dead, out a man never
had brit one mother."
The highwayman watched thehorseman as
they rode down the hillside—watched them,
silent and motionless, until they disappear-
ed from his view. Then his hand slowly
rose to his ,neck, and lingered there a mo-
ment with a soft -clutching movement of the
fingers, and the smile that seemed habitual
with him swept once more across his face.
"I'll thank that man if I ever meet him,"
he murmured. I'll thank himfrom the bot-
tom of rny heart, and I'll ask him to thank
that good, kind old mother of his for me.
It was lucky for me that his name was the
same as mine, or I'd never saved it. It
enlist have been a special Previdence, or
something of that sort, and I'm thankful to
all parties concerned; but it was a dose
call, all the same.
Patience
11'17011N TIMM meoteo.
Patience I thou art a giant in thy strength,
A miracle of Wonder.working power ;
By thy endurance success orowris at length
As eortain as the fruit succeeds the flower I
your animal." Patience—bravo heart 'tis step by step we go
And l'each at last the haven of our hopes I
" That's a pretty good offer, stranger., 'TIB drop by drop-.. then hidden springs o'erflow
bat ye see the mare't sort of a favorite with And rush in torrents down the mountain slopes !
the women folks, and they'd break their 'Tie one by ono our inoinentS swiftly 11,V
m the deathless history of the past 1
heartTo for
s of they thought I sold her. No, Then patiently pursue thy purpose high
stranger, I can't sell ; I'd never hear the While genius, hopeand emulation Tat.
lest of it, an' peace in the family's wiith Patience is trite greatness I—e'en though defeat
rriore to me than S500. I'm sorry, but g Stiein limninent, yet patience still is sweet I
reckon the trade's off. Ilow'e that tort of ri
knot suit ye? lam t at MeV as I like, Whatever impel tent crop the fs rus beet
but in' fingers are alle.thumbe togley, ahd produces, let that take the lead, regard.
bent over to drag out tile boX. He had eonie deal rued a hendlui of small cards. I gimes you must excuse ine ef it don't look as pretty less of flucthations in prices.
HOME AND GENERAL NEWS. I ELPLORER JOHNSTON IN A FIX.
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The three pereolls concerned in the at. itrititsititteCitn:utitbdojiautlakittttno!liAestketneeniluf14,01 from
tempt to aseassinate the Czar in St. Peters-
buringh eo nRtuh seal:nth nvi have
°bile: hhaa: g eci'placed la°°eld'nesie. 6001fo flt YhAee efbrtieCesatoaliTt°nlwloanwtiovfaestil,hrueins3ien7srbligiener htehaxse:
at the dispool of the police £37,000, to be I
used in unravelling the Nihilist conspiracy. been released within the past few weeks.
. He is if. H. Joheeton, the explorer of IVfouet
A strong° feeling in favour of the resuset- Kilimanjaro, and tee only traveller except
tation of the Dominion Board of Trade is Stanley who has written a book in English
said to pregail among the different loeal
oars.
A French eaplesive which will explode
before anyone is ready for it has just killed
off seven French soldiers. It must be a
success.
H. T. Bush, owner of the victorious yatcht
"Coronet," has sent $560 of the premium
won in the race to the Beecher monument
committee,
All the boot and shoe manufacturers of St.
Reel's, Quebec, are said to have so many
orders on hand. that they are working night
and day to fill them.
The rumour that a new Dominion elector-
al district will be carved out of the Nipis-
sing district at the coming session is stated
to be without foundation.
Three cases or Asiatic cholera have been
discovered at 13ada Pesth, and the nature of
the malady in each case has been clearly es-
tablished, Much alarm prevails.
The roof of a church at Lingwaglossa,
Sicily, fell without warning, during service
on Sunday, burying one hundercl persons,
forty of whom were killed and injured,
Gabriel Dumont is reported as saying
that in the late rebellion the half-breeds lost
-five men ei the Duck Lake fight, and none
at Fish Creek, where they had only 47 men.
Mr. J. Rusho, of Grindstone Island, near
Kingston, while attempting to rescue his
horse, which broke through the ice, lost
$1,500 which he was taking to the bank.
It is reported the Ameer of Afghanistan is
seriously alarmed, over the (discovery that a
number of'native tribes are combining against
him, and has appealed to the Indian author-
ities for help.
For the purpose of inducing English
farmers to emigrate to Canada, the Depart-
ment of Agriculture have decided to exhibit
specimens of Canadian grain at all the coun-
ty fairs in England this summer.
Mr. Justice Mathieu, of Montreal, has
granted $500 damages to James Tracey in
an action taken by him against the Cana-
dian Pacific Railway. for having lost two m
fingers while working their service.
Prof. Max Muller, judged by his titles, is
probably the most distinguished man in
England to -day. He has more than 40
honorary suffixes to his name, but he does
not use all of them in his ordinary corres-
pondence.
General Strange states that the winter in
the Northwest has been the hardest for
many years and the cattle have suffered
severely. On his ranche the cattle increased
to the remarkable extent of 87 per cent.,
but many of the increase did not thrive.
The Attorney -General of British Colum-
bia states that the Local Government has
commenced an action against the Canadian
Pacific Railway Company to recover $250,-
000, amount of the bond guaranteeing the
completion of the line to Coal Harbor by
December 31st, 1886.
A woman named Marie Soum is under ar-
rest at Toulouse for drugging her cousin,
Bertrande Salage, and then cutting the form
of the cross on several parts of her body for
the purpose of exorcising an evil spirit, the
woman Soma believing that she was under -
her cousin's malign influence.
At an examination the other day a cer-
tain professor of Columbia College electri-
fied the students by remarking in an audi-
about the Congo River. Last month an Eng-
lish gunboat sailed from the Carneroone for
the month of the River Rio del Rey to rescue
Johnston, who has beenseized by the natives
on that river, No news has yet been re-
ceived of the gunboat,
Mr. Johnston is a brigh band modest young
man, who is not yet 30 years' old, though he
has been prorniuent among African explorers
for five years past. With the Earl of Mayo
he was the first Englishman to visit the most
remarkable white settlement in Africa, and
was able to describe picturesque 11 umpata,
the village which several hundred Boer col-
onists, after travelling nearly 1,000 miles
northwest of Transvaal, founded among the
native tribes north of the Cunene River.
On that same trip he went upthe Congo ae
i
far as Bolobo, His specialty s botany, and
the rich flora, of the Congo valley was a source
of perpetual delight to him. Probably no
African traveller has ever suffered less from
sickness than Johnston. He has travelled
far on both sides of the continent, and has
hardly ever hacl a day's illness. He slimmed
up his ideas on health a,sfollows:
"The whole question of success in Africa
depends on regularly and amply nourishing
the bodywith as good food as can be got. Let
nothing if you can help it, interfere with your
meals ; eat whenever you are hungry, andab-
stain when you age not."
The results of Johnston s journey were
so fruitful that the Royal Geographical Soci-
ety of London sent him to Mount Kiliman-
jaro in Mist Africa to study its natural his-
tory. He spenthalf a year on the mountain,
and ascended soraeways above the snow line,
though he was unable to reach the summit
of the perpetually snow-covered dome of the
great volcanic mass. After he returned to,
England. and wrote his second book of Afri--
can adventures, the Government sent him to •
the Cameroons, on the west coast, as British
Consul to the new German possessions.
The Rio del Rey is the boundary between
the British Niger protectorate and the re -
glens now under theprotection of the German
flag. It is known only near the coast, but
it was thought that with Johnston sonear at •
hand it would not be long before it was map-
ped to its sources. Sure enough the young:
man started up the river, but he had not
gone far before the nativesgobbled him and
his baggage. It is to be hoped that the res—
cue party had no trouble in getting him out
of the scrape, which was tomewhat more Bete
ious than the amusing quarrels he had with
Mandara, the:one-eyed potentate of Kiliman-
jaro.
H()W TO BECOME HAPPY.
A Physician Sums up the Problem in a
Paragraph—Qualities ofIndian Corn.
Some good things are heard now and then
in the railroad. cars, and the advice
of a noted physician to a young man who
complained of nervousness, loss of vision,
night sweats, and a poor appetite, the other
morning, which was overheard by a report-
er, is one of them.
"Throw -away your cigarets and eat a
good bowl of mush and milk for your break-
fast," said the learned doctor, and you
will not need any medicine. Indian corn is
essentially a New World instittitkn. With
its product, the hog, it was in the not very
remote past almost the sole food sup-
ply of the rural districts, and the dishes
that can be prepared from its various
cholla(' dtonnoet tofinodnehisofhattheanaysswihsteanrets atllashaah
thatheforms are of much greater variety than
can be prepared from. wheat. Like
he was cc almost sure" that he had brought Sambo s rabbit, it is good to roast, to
it to the college with him that morning. bake or boil, and can be fermented and
When James alordon Bennett was in Pau turned into whiskey, but its stimulating
the other day, a talkative nuisance at the qualities are best procured by making it into
club was boasting to him of his wonderful a mush. It contains a large amount of nj...
shooting experiences. Seein# no other way trogen, has qualities anti -constipating, and
to escape a tragic fate, Mr. Bennett yawned is easily assimilated. Through originally
and said: "I, myself, had a narrow escape the poor man's food, t has come to be the
the other day. I shot at a wild boar, and, rich man's luxury. It is cheap and has great
missing him, killed my dog. The boar at nutritive properties.A course of Indian
once turned and brought back the body of meal in the shape of Johnny -cake, hoe -cake,
my dog, laying it at my feet." The story- corn or pone bread, and mush, relieved by
teller retired. copious draughts of pure cow's milk, to
Supt. Fisher, of the French Cable com-
which, if inclined to dyspepsia, a little lime
pany, has arrived at Halifax from New water may be added, will make a life now a
burden well worth the living, and you need
York and is arranging for the immediate
construction of land lines connecting their no other treatment to correct your nervous -
cable at Sydney with Montreal, sons to give nee% brighten your vision, and give you
Canada a cable service independent of the sweet and peaceful sleep.
United States. This land line will tap all
leading cities and towns between Sydney
and Montreal, where it will give French
cable connection with Canada Pacific tele-
graphic systems, also an additional connec-
tion with New York by way of the Balti-
more and Ohio lines. Mr. Fisher says com-
petition of the French Cable Company will
make it exceedingly lively for the cable
pool."
A Fertunate
The,geader is warned against supposing
that the following anecdote establishes any
precedent for lying and deceit, but it is a •
very good. joke on the commanding officer:
The Emperor Paul of Russia was seatedin
his arm -chair enjoying an after-dinner nap.
It was a hot summer's day, ani the windows
of the ground -floor at Gatschina had been
thrown wide open. In the adjoining room
sat a few ladies of the court engaged in a
whisperedconversation. Apert young officer
of the gaurds looked in at the window as he
passed, and was about to address the ladies
when he was given to understand by signs
that the emperor was a.sleep in the nextroom.
The officer said in a low voice: "Don't be-
tray me;. I am going to have a lark," and
creeping toward the open window of the ad-
joining apartment he uttered the long -drawn
shout of the sentries, " Flushay 1"
The next moment he disappeared in the
shrubbery and got away without being per.
ceived. The emperor started outof hissleep,
and was highly incensed at the trick which
had been played upon him. The ladies pre-
tended not to know who had committed the
offence. The emperor sent for the general
in command, ana orcleredhimto proauce the
culprit within anhour, He questioned each
one of the sentties but to nopurpose. There
was no trifling, however, with an order of
the Ozer Paul, and in his distress of mind
the geeeral called out a young soldier and
said te him, "1 will give you two hundred
rablee if you will confess that you were the
shouter. The emperor will probably dietate
a punishinent,butwhat do you cere for that?"
The soldier, a spirited young fellow, eonsent-
ed, pocketed the two hundted rubles, arid
punctual to the time appointed, the command,
ant took him to the emperor, The latterlutd
in the meantime forgotten the wnolh affair
and his anger had cooled. dogen, Looking at
the soldier he said,
" Splendid voice, glee him three hundred
rubles 1"
,
Farmers must look for their profit hi re -
&iced cost rather than higher prices.
Rameses 11.
Major Bagnold and a party of the Royal
Engineers began the lifting up of the great
statue of Rameses II., which has lain for cen-
turies on its face in the deep ditch that its
own weight has tended to make for it among
the palms of IVIitraline, the modern site of
the old Memphis. The vast colossus of the
King is of fine-grained limestone, about 381
feet high. The monolith leeks as if it had
been built into a propylon or gate wall, 8,nd
thenseulptured iv, situ. It was discovered
by Caviglia and Salt in 1820. It lies face
downward, almost clue east and west, with
head toward Sakkara. It was erected by
the King as a thank offering for escape from
a treacherous death byburning at Pelusium.
In Strabo's time it stood alone in the an-
terior court of the great Temple of Ptah at
Memphis'the said court at that tinie being
used for bull fights. The ihead wears the
"pshent" with the Uraeus snake. An arti-
ficial beard is attached to the chain. On the
breast is a petiole, prototype of those worn
by Jewish priests. In the centre is the
King's name, "God of the sun, mighty in
truth, approved by the Sim". The interest
of the fallen Rameses, now so soon to be
raised to his feet, is this—that his features,
which have nevet been fairly seen full face,
will now be visible, and we shall be able to
compare them with the features of the mum-
my mini -appeal and visible in the Bulak
Museurim e The face, as seen partially, is
strongly' Semitic.
Fishing VS- Prohibition,
Joe—" Where are you going to spend the
summer ?"
Eli—" I was thinking of going to Simeoe
Co., on a fishing trip."
Joe—" Going to Sinicee to go fishing?
Why, man, that is a prohibition County 1"
Stranger (in Yorkville barber-shop)—
"That's twice you've cut me." Barber—
" Yes, sah." Stranger ---"If yeti can't, do
better than that you'll drive etvey custom-
ers." Barber—" I ain't had 'sperience 'miff
yet, sah, to shave customers. The boss only
'lows me to shave strangere."
'I'm laying for that fellow, rind will get
him yet," said an angry man to his erudite
wife. You shonldn't hay laying for hilt,
Harry," corrected his wife. You shoalcl say
lying for him." I should do nothing of the
sort, my deer. I'm no lawyer," he replied ;
and the 'lady retired in confusion.