The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on September 27, 1893 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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. THft UPPER BES MOINES ALGOJSA IOWA WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 27, J.SJ«. A . LONDON ROSE. Diana, take this London rose. Of crimson gracs lor your palo hand, "Who love all loveliness that grows: A London rose—ah, no one knows, A penny bought it in the Strand! :But not alone for heart's delight; The reel has yet a deeper stain :For your kind eyes that, late by night, 'Grow sad at London's motley sight, Beneath the gaslit driving rain. -And now ngain I fear 5-011 start To find that sorry comedy Re-written on a rose's hoart: ''Tis yours alone to read apart, Who have such eyes to woap and sea. :Soon rose and rhyme must die forgot, But this, Diana—ah, who knows 1— .May die. yet live on in your thought Of London's fate, and his who bought For love of you a London rose. —Macmillnn's Magazine. The Actor's Story. JBY .JOHN \ 1 CHAPTER IV—CONTINUED. As the boat touched tho beach a couple of lishermen held it fast, while a couple more carried out the poor ferryman, who was still senseless, and toek him to the nearest cottage- Then Curly sprang forth and taking Flora in his arms lifted her ashore. Taking oil his hat and bowing formally to M'AUisler, ho said, "I am at your service, sir." Meanwhile Deempster had arranged with Sandy M'Diurmid (the head man of the village) for tho use of his cottage during tho forthcoming interview. M'Al- listor. keeping his hand upon his pistol, indicated by an expressive gesture that he wished the lovers to precede him. Curly gave his arm to Flora, and the two followed the Laird of Strathmincs being in their own turn folio.vod by M'Allister. Standing on tho threshold of the cottnge was a tall, woird-looking woman, with hair white as snow and large, dark eyes, with an eerie, faraway look in them. F.lspeth M'Diar- mid (for it was Sandy's wife) stooped a little, but when sho encountered Deempster sho straightened herself and stood erect, looking him full in the face as she muttered, "The evil cen! the evil eeu!" ,»*•• When sho caught siirht of Curly and Flora she exclaimed. "Puir lad- die' puir lassie!" and. then, with a smile of rnro sweetness, sho said to Flora: "Come ben, my bonnio dearie!" Flora took the old woman's hand and went into tho cottage without a word. Curly was about to follow when ho was intercepted by Deompster, pistol in hand. Then M'AUisler said. "Dan'l, I wish to speak to my daughter alone. Mind this man doesn't cross the threshold, and don't lose •sight of him until I am ready for him!" "Trust me for that, "said Dcemp- sstor, his hand upon his trigger. The night was falling into darkness, and the villagers had dispersed, leaving the rivals alone together. As Curly made another step toward the door Deempster presented his pistol, remarking with a grim sort of pleasantry, "Mr. Player-man, this pistol is loaded with slugs, and if you have .any regard for your health you will keep clear of the mu/.nle!" Curly clinched his fist, and gnashed his teeth at his own impotence. -if I only had a weapon! If I only had IB. weapon!" he muttered, while he •paced to and fro, and Deompstor mounted guard at the gates of his Paradise. CHAPTKH V. The White Feather.'. Tirno wore on. Presently tho chaise and pair drove •up—tho postilions alighted to take 'their orders from Strathnunesi. Ho gave them in a low tone of voice— 'Curly could not distinguish a word— ;he saw the men, however, yoke M'Al- lister's horso in front of tho olhor two. and he noted that they had saddled and bridled Deempster's horse. Theu they sat down and began to smoke their pipes. What could it all mean? Half an hour later M'Allistor appeared at the door, and spoke in an undertone to Doempster, who gave further orders to the postilions, and then, turning to his rival, said in ti curt, insolent manner, "Hi! you sir, step this way, and look alive about it!" Curly paused a moment, as ono who would say. "Am I a man or a dog. to be thus spoken to? Hut after all, it is for her sake, for hers!" And so he entered tho room. To his astonishment she was not there. The door closed after him with a bang, and he found himself entrapped. He was confronted on one hand by M'Al- Jjster, on the other by 'Deempstor. both desperate men, with loaded pistols, in their hands. He was a prisoner, alone, unarmed, defenseless! TJiere was a moment's pause—then r handed Deempster u sheet on which a few lines were scrawled. '••Will it do?" ho inquired. M'Yes.' responded the other. .,;/,' "Now, you sir." said M'Allistei, lt',./$|pten to what 1 am about to say. and ||k*5d.o,t}'t interrupt mo. Fifty year.-; ago S ft follpw like you—" , T .,, ^jtj'^ellow me no follows, sir," re- Curly. "I am a Campbell." lampboll bo d—d! Thoy •Weiffi aye a net of thieving flajierans, the host of them, >bu,ti they were men, not spangle- jia.ok.s. and I toll you that lifty years ,ng'o, had tho best o' your blood done jto a M'Allisier what you have done to me and mine this day, my forbears WO^ld have given him Jedburgh law ^-they'd have hanged him first, and fried him after! You're not worth ^winging for, else I'd think no more pf shooting you than wringing the neck of u mulr fowl," • •You are Flora's father, sir, and fPV her sake 1 endure those bitter words.' ( to I'Jood. Now read this paper." |Tpurly took up the paper and road sse cruel words:. "These presents arc to attest that ; Flora M'AHister is not my wife: and T cull (.od to witness that neither now no| hereafter will I seek to become her huabiind. • -DONALD CAMPBELL. "Dudhope Ferry, May 1'J. 18—." "You have read: 1 ' 1 said M'Allister. Curley assented in silence. "Now your answer! 1 " "My answer is this." said the young man, tearing the paper iu pieces, and casting the fragments to his feet. "Justso." said M'Allister. "Dan'l, copy yon paper once more." Strathmines locked the outer door, and putting the key in his pocket, began to write. As he wrote, not a sound could be heard save the scribbling of the pen on the paper. While the old man locked the inner door Curley looked through the window. It was small—so small that there was no possibility of escaping that way. No human being appeared within sight, or sound. Then ho looked toward the fire-place. There lay the poker, a primitive and unromantic weapon, it is true: but if he could only reach it! Quickly as he moved toward the hearth-stone M'Allister was quicker still, with the pistol at his head. "No. you don't, my mannie." said ho. grimly. "Is the paper done Uan'li" "It is," replied the other. "Read it aloud, then, that there maybe no mistake about it!" Deetnp- ster read it aloud. It was tcxtually word for word with the document which Curly had destroyed. "Now, " said M'Allister. ••thero''s my watch," and ho placed it on the table. "It is now five-and-twonty minutes past four: if. at half-past you've not signed that paper, by the living God I'll chance this world and the next, and put the contents of this pistol into your head the next minute!" The young man darted toward the door, . but was intercepted by Deompster, also pistol in hand. Poor Curly. Ho was anything but a hero, but a better or braver man might have felt daunted placed between the pistols of these stalwart and desperate men. He loved Flora M'Allislor better than anything in the world—bettor than his life. If by sacrilicing his own life he cou!d save hers. I think he would have found courage to do so. But he reasoned that she was safe enough for the present; besides, while there was life there was hope. Those and a thousand other thoughts passed through his mind during live minutes. Five minutes, did I say? I should have said five ages of agony! "Time's up." said M'Allister, cocking his pistol. "One moment," said Curly. "I will sign this paper on two conditions." • -Name them," said the old man sternly. "First, that you will promise me not to coerce her into marrying this" (indicating Dcompstor) "or any other man." M'Allister ruminated a moment, and said, "1 promise." *, "Next—that you'll let mo see her to say "'—before you, if you desire it, but not before yonder man. " ••Yonder man's" eyes Hashed lire, and Curly heard the click of his pistol, but the hate in his heart gave him courage, and he faced the enemy to his teeth. M'Allister—was he thinking. I wonder, that he had been young himself!'—interposed with: "That'll do. Don't. Confound it! we can't have it all our own way, and by our own way of having it, too. The lad shall say -tjood-by' to her." ••You promise that 1 shall see her, then!" 1 "I promise. Now sign." "God help me!" exclaimed Curly. "I'm signing away her life and my own with my heart/s blood." And so ho was, poor wretch! i\l' Allister took tho paper, and turning to Deompster. said, "Now, Dan'l—see tho carriage ready." Strathmines strode from the house, livid, but silent. M'Allister unlocked the inner door, and, going to the foot of the stairs, called Flora. In a moment's time she was in tho room—there was no fear about her. She wont straight over to her lover, throw her arms around him, and kissed him before her father's face. That kiss never ..left .the unhappy man's lips tilt the day of his death. Afterward she remembered that he was cold as ice. At that moment however, she merely thought that ho was worn out with the strain of the voyage. As she took his arm. and leaned her head upon his shoulder, the hot blood rushed from her heart to her glowing cheeks, while he stood pale as death, motionless as marble. Not a word had yet oeen spoken. At length her father handed her the paper. She read it, and quick as lightning, with a movement of repulsion as though she had been stung by an adder, she withdrew herself from Curly's arm. • Did you—did you?' 1 she inquired, looking at him. She might as well have spoken to the dead—the man was bereft of speech, paralyxod with gi'ief and shame—he could not meet her eyes. Then she turned to her father, and mid: , "Is it true? Did ho do this shameful thing?" The old man, overawed by her great grief, bowed his head, and averted his face in silence. She paused. It seemed as if the splendor of her beauty was gone—as if tho lustre had fallen from her eyes, and she had in that moment grown old and gray. No trace of the old music remained as she said, with scarce a tremor in her voice: ••How cold it has grown! Please, father, tako me homo!" And so she passed forth into tho darkness. And he? 1'oor wretch! For a moment ho seemed to lead a dual existence—his soul had left his body, and frr ho the the looked with lonthing on the miserable thing it once inhabited. Hark! What was that? The clatter of horses' hoofs — th<» roll of carriage wheels! The pound brought him back to life. Like a madman he rushed from tho house screaming. "Flora! Flora! My darling — my love— my life! It was for your sake — only listen — ono word — one word!" Ho heard— at least, he always thought to his dying day that he heard, her voice calling to him help. He gained upon them. As reached the corner of tho hill, moon burst forth from behind clouds. A man on horseback intervened as the carriage passed out o{ sight. Doempster, for it was ho, MS ho rose from tho stirrups, exclaimed: "I've been waiting for this ever since tho night of tho ball! Hlast you! Tako this — and this!" And ho struck Curly twice across tho fnco with tho thong end of his heavy whip— almost blinding him. then, reversing his grip, with the butt end. which was of loaded buckthorn, ho dealt him ono tremendous blow on tho head which laid him on tho ground. For a moment the Laird of Strath- mines smiled upon the fallen man. then ho growled: "That's a quittance in full, my bold play-actor, for all outstanding accounts 'twixt you and Dan'l Dcerup- ster!" With that ho put spurs to his horsa and rode away in triumph, leaving his rival stunned, bleeding, senseless — all but dead! CHAPTER VI. .;•••;,'-TO' At Bay During tho journey homeward Flora remained silent. It was in vain that her father tried to draw her into conversation. Sho remained obdurate, cold and hard as the granite of her native city. When they changed horses McAllister got out, and left her to herself and sorrow, while he mounted and rodo tho rest of tho way with Doempster, who. by this time, was savagely drunk. Decidedly Dan'l was not pleasant company. Black Care sat behind him. and a fair head, dabbled in blood, when it was not before him, was bo- side him always—so the two men rode on in silence till they reached Aberdeen. [TO BE coNTixnim ] LOOKED VERY MUCH As II" tho CjirlWiiM Coins lo Ho Tuck Down With Slritrlmony. 11.& stopped for the night at n house jvcrlooking the Cumberland river near its source in Kentucky, and after supper I had taken a scat on the front porch and was talking with the owner of tho house, and my host, temporarily, says a writer in the Detroit Free Press. •Is tho young lady who waited on the table your daughter?" I inquired after a short and desultory colloquy on the crops. "Yes, purty likely gal, ain't sho?" he answered with fatherly pride. "Very handsome; much more so than most of the girls 1 havo scon in this section." I admitted frankly. Ho pulled his chair over closer to rnino in a confidential way. ••Do you know much about gals?" he inquired, almost in a whisper. "Some little by observation. I've known a good many during a long and more or less eventful life in that respect." "Did you notice anything out of tho way about my gal?" ••Not that I can recall." "Didn't notice that she was kinder fergitful and awkerd?'' -No." "Ner quiet like without much to say to nobody?" ••I noticed she didn't talk much." "Nor haint," he corroborated, "for a week or two. Didn't strike you that sho had a wandorin' in her mind, did sho?" -No." "Nor a hankerin' alter sornethln' that wu/,n't in sight?" ••No." "That's odd you didn't, "ho said with a puzzled expression; "mo and the old woman has been a notioin' it for ten days er more." "What do you think is the matter?" ••Wo ain't right shore, "ho whispered, "but the symptoms is powerful like she wu/ agoin' to be tuck down with matrimony. There's the young fellow now," and ho got up and wont out to meet a strapping young man who was hitching his horse at the gate. A f»oo<l ItoaNon. First Boy—Why do they call all goats Billy guats and Nanny goats? Why don't thoy call 'em Georgia goats. and Johnny goats. and Jimmy goats. an' so on? Second Boy — Why, goats look so much alike you can't tell 'em apart, so wot's the use of bavin' dill"runt names?— Good News. \V»s Thou a Curiosity, At the 187(i centennial at Philadelphia an electric light was exhibited as a curiosity, and now nearly all tho cities of the United States are so lighted, and Mr. Edison has given the world tho incandescent light for the interior of dwellings and build- Jl;trvur<l'H Harvard summer school gives to men and women alike four courses in chemistry, two in botany, physics, geology, physical culture, physiology, socialism, horticulture, Knglish. Gorman and French each, and throe courses in geology and engineering. Little Girl, in the park — Those butterflies is awful mean. Mamma — Why so? Little Girl— Quick as I go to chase 'em thoy flies oil' the walk onto the grass, 'cause thoy know I mueu't go there. — Good Newt- TOMAN'S BUILDING-. A GLIMPSE INTO ONE OF THE BIG ROOMS. tlio \fomcn of Cincinnati Ilaro Mndn nn Fxcolli-nt. SlioTrlng In Mnnr IV- pnrtinciits of %Voinnn*8 Advancement —Komo I'm rieturus. [\Vorlil s l-\>lr T.etlr-r.l /^•^F^a3^~<f 11K C1N CIN N ATI Vi'rfci^MiH 1 room in the Woman's building probably attracts tho greatest number of visitors and calls for more general admiration th a u any other o n e apartment. It is admirably lighted and has in addition to this qimlill- cation. spaciou s ness and pleasing proportions. While every article exhibited is deserving the closest study, the room has not, been overcrowded and has not, therefore, any of'he characteristics of a ba/.ar or a bric-a-brac collection. The two brunches of art in which t.'in- cinna i has become famous ar.: woodcarving and china painting. A good many years ago I was in New York and" visited a well-known art school. Its merits were corelully recounted, and then tho superintendent ndded, as if nothing further could be said: "Our teachers of wood carving and china painting are from Cincinnati." China painting is a very crude term, CAUVKl) 1TAXO—CINCINNATI. for to the Cincinnati women the decorative work in colors has been the least of their study. They have exercised an equal amount of skill and labor in form and in experimenting with the decorations in clays o£ various kinds, in g'azing, metal work and in reproducing the lovely effects attained in Venetian glass. The two women identified in their respective lin\s, fine specimens of whoso handiwork may be i-tudiod in this beautiful Cincinnati room, arc Miss Louise IMeLaughlin, who discovered the process of limoges faience in 1877, and Miss Laura Fry. who has been the instructor of wood-carving at Cluiutiinqna for a number of years. The Frys are a family of artists, and grandfather, f-ons, and grandchildren work together in their studios, all inheriting the great gifts of their artist ancestor. The Kookwood pottery at first gave a great impetus to chiua painting in Cincinnati, and many women discovered that they possessed talent, o£ which they had been wholly unaware. The opportunity to work' and have their work fired in the pottery, which soon became celebrated, opened up a field that furnished employment for scores of women. That day is passed, however, and the pottery has shut its doors, keeping upon it-i force only those employed at a slated salary, having succumbed to the mercantile spirit of the age. With Miss Fry and Miss MeLaughlin have been associated Miss Alice llola- bird, Clara Newton, Frances M. Hanks, Helen Peaohe.y, Anna l.oyu, JMes'.iaines Gen. K. I 1 '. Noyes, G. A. 1'lyuiton and others, and all are ad- mir ibly represented. The prevailing tint of the rciom is pink, audit is shown in ceiling, walls, hangings, and carpet. The freixe, which attra.ets immediate attention, is a beautiful and graceful arrangement of peach blossoms, was designed and painted by Miss Agnes Pitman, who enjoys the distinction of being the first woman wood-carver of note in the United States. A desk of mahogany carved by Miss Kate C. Peachy is loaned by Miss Helen Peachy. An upright piano, With a case of mahogany, is an evidence of what a transformation that most inartistic of instruments may un- man, Miss Mary Noursc, Mrs. >iary L\ Trivett, Miss Agnes H'.inan, Mra Albert U. Valentine. Miss .Susan Mc- 'Anrow and >iiss Lilian Norton. In all this display of tine earvinf con- vont'onali"c;l tl'.wers—dogwood, mar- p'uerites, Ismie.ysnckle and wild roses — are the favorite forms, and the work is eharacteri/ed l\v acem,.ay. delicacy and strength. Tiiere are no uncertain strokes, no impcrfeot lines or confusion in designs, but an idea, without, e.xe.ent.iou. is cleverly carried out. and wrou .Mi', with the skill that betokens laborious training and more than ordinary talent to begin with. Among the display of needlework there is a collection prep>.reel for tho. Centennial—a Swiss bedspread with pillow-shams "to match," embroidered by Miss Uevard anil 1< anorl b.\> the art museum. Tho design comprises flags, stars, and other patriotic symbols, all done in tine French embroidery. A piece of ecclesiastical lace for a surplice is not, surpassed in the French or .Spanish exhibit, and this is tho work of Mrs. Kohl, who also exhibits a, wedding veil with n. design of roses and a very beautiful communion veil. M here are doilies, centerpieces, la- bleeovers. one. oblong in blue orchids, by Miss Van Antwerp that is greatly adin red; tray covers, sofa pillows and portieres—a rich army of color, design and workmanship, and not a common- p ace iliing among them all. The display in the ceramic exhibit is equally full, and, as might, be expected, superior in every way to any similar collection iu tho Imposition. Tuere are, of course, immediate inquiries lor Miss JMcLaughliu's work, for her name is identiliod with ceramics in this country as no other is. The specimens shown cover a wide Held—plaques, plates, vases, iars, and work on mutal. One beautiful ipic-eo of cioissurc is said to be the first work of the kind over done in this country. It is badly placed, being on a cabinet in the north end of the room. At tirst gl.mce it appears to be done in color, and it is only by stooping that the me- talij luster of tho copper can be seen. It should, by all means, displace a much more ordinary vase which occupies the place of honor on the topmost row. A vase of bloc!; tin gives one some idea of the possibilities of this despised metal. Jn its finely contrasting 1 lights and shades it resembles oxydhted silver. An aluminum plate is also shown by Miss MeLaughlin. and there are specimens of etched silver of equal merit. Miss Clara Hhipmaii Newton very fairly divides the, honors with Miss MuLaughlin, and ono can only pause in bewilderment before tho lovely vases, trays, cups and plates which bear her name, trying 1 to determine which to prefer. Tlio experiments in clay are extremely interesting, showing what may be dune with the common earth beneath our feet. It is used iu deeora- tion. There are strongly contrasting shades through all tho shades—cream, red brown to black—as in a specimen of Indiana clay. Upon one vase decorated wiMi these uucolored clays a !;<;e,no in a street in Cairo has been portrayed—minarets, camels and camel-drivers, in virhieh tho finest effects have been obtained. There is an excellent .collection of KAKLK, TAILOK. MILS. .M'r.AUOIlI.IN's CAlUN'KT. pictures, each of which will repay careful study. The portrait of Miss Jane Howler by Miss Cassidy, "Tho Pardon," by Miss FJb.abeth Nouive; "Colons," by Miss Altha Ilaydock, and "Love or Money' are of especial worth. In the department of sculpture Miss Laura A. Fry exhibits a charming 1 statuette of Kvangeline in terracotta. There i.s an admirable bust of llabbi Wise by Miss Florence Strasburg 1 , a portrait bust by Miss Kate Nilsen, and a bas-relief of George. Kliot. Tho Ariadne of Mr.-i. Anna M. Valentino, however, is tho most beautiful, as it is the most ambitious work not only in the Cincinnati room but in the entire Woman's building. It is tho nude figure of a young girl half reclining 1 . The face is upturned and the hands uplifted. The expression is that which has come upoii tho face when she first becomes conscious that she is alone but before she has realized the grief and shame which the perfidy of Theseus have brought upon her—an expression of pain, wonder, ami bewilderment. It is the work of a sculptor and a genius. M.utv A. KltofT. (,'AISVEH CIIHST AXII CUA1I!. dergo. (Jn either side the front of tho case is a panel, a leafy bough, unon which sits a Ringing bird. Us head is lifted and its seams to vibrate in tlie fervor of its s-ong'. Between these panels is another of conventionalized honeysuckle leaves and blos'-oms. All tlie delicate beading is hand wrought, and above tho pedals under the key board i.s a wreath of conventionalii'.ed iniirgiujrites. This was the combined \voricof .Mrs. Louise K. Murphy, Annie rininingham, and Miss Laura A. Fry. The bench, which is also of mahofuny, was carved by Miss Ka u C. iVti hev. Across the top is a flat scroll of IHIIMC over which a branch of laurel with iis leaves and berries hus been curelessly tossed. A m;igmiicent hanging' cabinet loaned by Hen Pitman is worthy the hands that muda it—Mrs. lion, Pit- j lUting tho fingernails is being | classed among 1 the "phobias" by a | member of the French academy. Ho calls tho practice "onyehophagia," which is On ok for "nail enting," anil has boon making a long and careful study of it. Perhaps ho goes toi. far | in pronouncing the habit to bo a sign | of degeneracy, though it is probably ' rightly placed among tho "inconti- • nonces," and treated as an inait-ation of nervous weakness. Tho child or man wlio is constantly biting hi^ fingernails down to ihe quick will, often bn found to be of an impulsive ' character and liable to err on the side • opposed to .self-control. It is an old English Baying that nail biting and i bad temper go together. l!ut tho force of example has also to bo reckoned : with. Tim child that associates with u nail-biting child will almost certainly become a nailbiter. | Kiuydom ol' <<»nnt. j (Joust, the smallest separata and iu- j dependent territory in the world is i situate in tho lower Pyrenees, about ten miles from Olerou, between tho boundaries of France and Spain. The people speak a language'of their own, a cross between French auil Ispameh. TOOK TO SOLDIERING AND DE- CAME A DEMON. yfup: oT Consumpt inn. l!ut i'nntlnnnllr on Hid Hunt for <>ntt:i-,vi, IVIiinn Ho 1'uts Down With Ittittiir4« x-vrrlty-, Tlimiclil Him :i Wix:4fcl. On fho bank of tho, I'laqurMiiiiif in St. Martin's parish, Louisiana, stands a group of magnificent live oaks, and with them two magnolias, making tho air dank with perfume. At tho foot r,l one of the oaks is n, small mound covered with short turf, and at the head a slab of hewn cypress plank, and here in this lonely spot rest the remains of ono of tho bravest of our Northern soldiers. "Yos. sah," said my friend, "he was tho boldest little man 1 ever knew. Those river parishes wero filled with ritlllans, who went in bands killing negroes and robbing alt alike. Wi'll, sail, ho camo hero lieutenant, in tho Sixth Indiana, u poor, sickly little man, about live foot livoand weighing ninety pounds. lie had consumption, would get n hemorrhage, in tho morning and look like death, and by night bo oil' through tho swamp hunting down KOIUO outlaw, and ho got. 'em every time. His iiaini! was George Farlo, a Scotchman by birth and a tailor by trade. .lust think of it. He could tako a, do/on of our Hold hands and by some strange inlluonci: they would follow him anywhere and light liko bulldogs at his order." It is strange, indeed, this poor consumptive coughing his life away, BO weak that on .some of his raids a, soldier supported him on cither sirlu. Some of his adventures soom Incredible, and when told by the negroes are ludicrously so. Thoy believed Karl (j to bo a wixard and wero dreadfully afraid of him, says tho Philadelphia Times. 1 !o went- to Louisiana after tins fall of Port Hudson especially detailed with lilt) men to put down tho guerillas who linnl on tho river boats and robbed everybody. Miiny of tho decent people gave, tho Union soldier all tho aid they could, but tho no- groos wore liis host allies. Through them ho got authentic in format ion and was down on his ononiios whim they believed him 100 miles away. For a time a rnlHan named Hobart ruled this region, and it was his pleasure! to torture and murder tho holploss blacks in tho neighborhood. Finally ho captured one of Farlo's iiion, and after brutally ill-treating 1 his captive, coolly shot him. Karlo at once put two of his black guides on tho track of Hobart, and a week after learned that ho was to givo an entertainment to a party of Dick Taylor's cavalry at tho IIOIIHO of a sugar planter fifty milos south on tho Plnquoimiio bayou, (sixty men in live barges started down the bayou at night and before daylight hid themselves and heals in the swamp. Karlo was very poorly, but danger acted as a stimulant, and when night camo ho was eager for tho fray. Tho mansion was a largo old-timo building standing in a grove of oaks lifty yards back from the water. Thoro was high revelry inside. Every window glowed with lights and tho cavalry bugles and negro II del I os made tho music. Tho guides carefully roconnoltored, all wore at table, Hobart nt the head. Tho house was surrounded. Tho door behind Hobiirt fjuiotly opened and tho little red- haired' Scotchman glided to tho ruffian's chair, u navy revolver in each hand. "1 am tho d •• d Yankee tailor you wanted to meet." said Karlo. liobart had not time for an answer, for ho was u dead man tho next instant, and shooting right and loft tho liou- tonant charged tho crowd. No mercy was shown. As they wore simply outlaws and robbers the soldiers, using their bayonets, soon cleared tho room. Twenty-two wore killed and 11 number of wounded and prisoners taken, and not least in valuo $l),0')0 in gold that had been taken from a United Stales quartermaster captured and shot a few tiays before. Karlo died in a negro cabin just at tho clo«o of the war attended by an old uaiity, all of his men being absent on details, and was laid to rest under the Live Oaks, and to-day tho iifi'groes pass tho spot in silence, for the Yankee soldier's grave is for some occult reason u "hoodoo" to them. Nearly Illl: Him. Mrs. Hayseed—What does this moan on your niece's card what lives in th' city!' Mrs. Mouduw—Shu said that meant she was at home to her friends Thursdays. "Only Thur.-days':' What does sho do with the rest of her time?" "I'm sure I don't know, but 1 guess from her talk sho speeds most of it in intelligence oMiruH."—New York Weekly. A Surliil NmieMtilty. "Now. Mabel, shall I write that we're over so awfully sorry that we have a previous engagement, or that wo deplore that wo shall bo out of town on that date, and so cannot accept—with a thousand rogrots—or what':' Do help me. dear." "Oh, anything will ilo for those people—anything but the truth."— Vogue. Dllt <>!' (Illl \VoDllK. "Aren't yon afraid of tho electricity'.'" uskeil tjie inquisitive passenger of tlie niotornuui. "No; but the mail who collects tho fares is." "Isn't it, strar.go that l/e should bo afraid and ytm not':"' "Not at all. You .sea I'm a uou- couductor, "--

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