anaheim-gazette 1874-08-01

VOL. 4. Southern Californian. PUBLISHED EVERY SATURDAY. RICHARD MELROSE & CO., PUBLISHERS AND PROPRIETORS. TERMS OF SUBSCRIPTION. One copy, one year (in advance)... $4 00 One copy, six months... 2 50 Business Cards. L. GUNTHER, PIONEER BOOT AND SHOE MAKER Cor. Third and Los Angeles Sts., Anaheim. DR. J. S. GARDINER, PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Office in Clark & Austin's Building, Anaheim. MRS. A. HIGGINS, Ladies' Physician and Midwife. Particular attention given to diseases peculiar to women and children. Office and residence, corner Lemon and Center Streets, Anaheim. PIONEER DRUG STORE, Center Street, corner of Lemon, Anaheim, Cal. Miscellaneous. R. LUEDKE, WATCH MAKER AND... JEWELER, CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. EVERY DESCRIPTION OF WATCHES, CLOCKS, AND JEWELRY Carefully repaired and WARRANTY. A first assortment of JEWELRY on hand. CLARK & AUSTIN, DEALERS IN Books, Stationery, and Fancy Goods, Toya, Viellas, Accordeons, ALBUMS, GOLD PENS, CANDIES, ETC. ANAHEIM. Agents for Averill's Chemical Paint. Also, for the San Francisco Deilies and Weeklies, Eastern Periodicals, and Hall's Patent Fire and Burglar Proof Safes. Give us a call. J. H. GOOCH, PRACTICAL HOUSE, SIGN, AND CARRIAGE PAINTER The Editor's Corner An editor sat in his easy chair brushing his fingers through With throbbing heart, and Thus, in a marmuring tone "From morn till noon, fr I must sit here and write, The news I hear from dist From Mexico's shores to Tis now midnight; I sit b Swiftly plying my well-worn The rich and gay have sou But there is no rest for th Hi, ho, hum, the clock str But the editor's task is no Here I must write with th To please and enlighten me Thus days and years will Till I am palsied, old and Then the cold earth will be A pillow of rest for the ed "411." "411?" "That's me, sir." "Let me see your arm" "It's all right, sir." "All right, it it? I opinion, it's about as w can be." 411 looked down at the and broken bones he had "all right," with a half smile, and then, resigning inevitable, laid quietly white hands of the young prepared splints, band commenced the work of swelling of the bruised f The light of the setting the room, illuminating PHYSICIAN AND SURGEON. Office in Clark & Austin's Building. ANAHEIM. MRS. A. HIGGINS, Ladies' Physician and Midwife. Particular attention given to diseases peculiar to women and children. Office and residence, corner Lemon and Center Streets, Anaheim. PIONEER DRUG STORE, Center Street, corner of Lemon, Anaheim, Cal. W. M. HIGGINS. Proprietor, and Dealer in Drugs, Perfumery, and Garden Seeds. A. G. BEEBE, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER. Plans and Specifications drawn up with neatness and accuracy. Orders left at CLARK'S BOOK STORE will receive prompt attention. P. C. McKINNIE, CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER. SHOP...ON CENTER STREET Adjoining Pioneer Livery Stable. GEO. C. 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ANAHEIM DRUG STORE, The light of the setting the room, illuminating glory the bare walls and surroundings, and throw relief the two figures when the picture. The doctor humored face, slight easy of careless good-breeding been out of place under stances; but the other seen in unison with, and yet to his surroundings. frame might have served strength and beauty—a prison-dress! His hand and hardened by toil, harder and well-shaped as own. His face, bronzeed all weathers, was still his fined—quilline features eyes; and, above all, the hair of a convict. He he serve, totally distinct which only well-bred pearl and which impresses even gar and obtuse. Though the sensitive his delicate nervous organ could be more stoica poseure with which he he was suffering. "Why on earth, man something, or cry out?" doctor, half impatiently. "That's not my way Noticing the gather round his patient's lips tily poured something in bidding him drink it, with his work. After a lence, he glanced up supr "What is that?"—poil blue figure on the brawn "That? Oh my crease I was a boy," said the m "Your crest?" "Did I say that?"—over his face. "I am dreaming; people do don't they?" The doctor did not an ing keenly at him, as his head with a short em "What is your name? No. 411." "I don't mean that name," persisted the do "Jim Brown." Dr. Harris langhed. Why don't you say One name-would suit you as the other." 411 frowned slightly I tell you my name? "I'm sure I don't frank answer; "unless you to./The crest on you like my own. I thou were related." And if we were? CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. STOVES, ETC., ALWAYS ON HAND. SAMUEL MEYER, CROCKERY, GLASSWARE, LAMPS, OILS Gas Fixtures and Kitchen Utensils. Commercial Street, Los Angeles. MRS FLORA ELDREDGE, MILLINER, CENTRE STREET...ANAHEIM. Ladies will find Butterick's celebrated Patterns for sale. HATS AND BONNETS MADE TO ORDER. BATH HOUSE and BARBER SHOP CENTER STREET, ANAHEIM. PROF. DEAN, PROPRIETOR. 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LANGSBERGER. L. HALBERSTADT. HALBERSTADT & CO. ANAHEIM LANDING, DEALERS IN LUMBER OF EVERY DESCRIPTION, Keep constantly on hand a large and complete assortment of REDWOOD and OREGON PINE LUMBER Rough, Surfaced, Tongued and Grooved. Also Posts, Shingles, Shakes, Lathe, Doors, Blinds, Plains and Fancy Pickets, Windows, Mountings, Lime, Plaster, Hair, Nails, and Hardware. All of our Lumber is of the best quality and we are determined to sell at the LOWEST RATES. All kinds of GRAIN AND COUNTRY PRODUCE Lawn in exchanges for Lumber. "No. 411." "I don't mean that name," persisted the doe. "Jim Brown." Dr. Harris laughed. Why don't you say, One name would suit you as the other." 411 frowned slightly. I tell you my name? "I'm sure I don't frank answer; " unless you to. The crest on you like my own. I thou were related." And if we were to own me." Why not? I'm no my way, neither do I Why shouldn't I own you. The man raised him and looked searchingly face. "A convict?" he said. "Well," said the dun't see much society at present, and I can't like them as well as think themselves a gg I've found out it isn't that are caught, by an 'radical,' you must be quaintly," and very m of by the family." 411 looked out into darkness for some mi said, quietly: "Well, sir, if you can vict's story, hit down a er told it to any one, a why I should tell it mood's on me, and I m as think, may be; and t ed my secret partly—I'm not Jim Brown"—ed across his face. "think I am?" he conti Dr. Harris looked frame of the man—at lines in his face. "Between forty and may." "Thirty-six, yesterday four the day I was ant way of celebrating wann', it? There was the papers about my being so hardened," was going to beg for I've been out here tha and I've escaped twice again; but I'll try it o "You ought not to the doctor smiling." thern California ANAHEIM, CAL., SATURDAY, AUGUST 1, 1874. The Editor's Complaint. An editor sat in his easy chair, Brushing his fingers through his hair; With throbbing heart, and aching head, Thus, in a marmuring tone, he said: "From morn till noon, from noon till night, I must sit here and write, write, write, The news I hear from distant lands, From Mexico's shores to Africa's sands. Tis now midnight; I sit here still, Swiftly plying my well-worn quill; The rich and gay have sought their bed, But there is no rest for the editor's head. Hi, ho, hum, the clock strikes one, But the editor's task is not yet done; Here I must write with this ugly old pen, To please and enlighten my fellow men. Thus days and years will pass away, Till I am palsied, old and gray; Then the cold earth will be my bed, A pillow of rest for the editor's head." "411." "411?" "That's me, sir." "Let me see your arm." "It's all right, sir." "All right, it it? In my humble opinion, it's about as wrong as wrong can be." 411 looked down at the bruised flesh and broken bones he had affirmed to be "all right," with a half-contemptuous smile, and then, resigning himself to the inevitable, laid quietly watching the white hands of the young doctor as he prepared splints, bandages, etc., and commenced the work of setting the bone, now rendered doubly difficult by the swelling of the bruised flesh. The light of the setting sun stole into the room, illuminating with a sudden "Why not? They watch me all the time anyway. Just give me some water, will you? Thanks. Well, I ought to commence with my name, I suppose. It is Edward Tracy. I was the second son of a Northumberland aquire, who had just enough money to keep up the place for my brother, and no more. A fine old place it was, and the only thoroughly happy days I can look back to was spent there. That was when I was a boy—home for the holidays, eager about cricket and foot-ball, and to whom a gun and the range of the rabbit warren were perfect happiness. After awhile, it was unpleasant enough. My brother—a lazy, good-looking fellow, who knew how to ride and shoot, and only that—was the idol of my mother and sisters. All deferred to him except little Mary, my pet, who used to follow me round like a kitten. Poor little girl! I wonder if she thinks of me now. Younger sons in a poor family have a hard time of it. I only wonder more don't go to the bad than do. Brought up as gentleman they are then thrown on their own resources, to live by their wits, either in some beggarly profession or as hangers-on where there are any rich relations. They must put up with being snubbed and thrown over, whenever they come in the way—made use of and then cast aside; such was my experience. I was proud and passionate, and so felt these things more than others, I dare say. I wanted to go into the army, but my father said he couldn't afford it—I 'would be always getting into debt,' etc.,—and so I was apprenticed to a London barrister—a great, pompous man, whom I cordially detested before a month was out. He had a way of agravating me whenever what I hadn't got. About that time, I met a man calling himself St. John. He was clever and well educated, and seemed to read all my wild, restless longings at a glance. He led me from bad to worse, till it ended in forgery; then he turned king's evidence, and I was locked up. I was always very strong, and finding one of the bats loose, I wrenched it out, and dropped from my window one dark night and escaped. On my way to the sea, I met this man—St. John. I might have got off if I could have let him alone, but I couldn't. I stopped him; he taunted me with my disgrace; told me that Mr. Pierson had known of the plan to ruin me. 'The young lady throwing you over was a prime trump in our hand,' he added, with a leer. I warned him to be silent; but he, as if blind to his danger, exasperated me in every way possible. I grappled with him, and remembering a trick I had learned at school, soon threw him. My hands were on his throat. A half-minute more, and the earth would have been rid of one sordid wretch; but his cries had been heard by some men in a neighboring field, and I was overpowered. This man—a ruined game-ster once a gentleman—had changed me from an honest, honorable lad, to a felon, and then, disregarding 'the honor' which is said to exist even 'among thieves,' threw me over to save himself. I would be content to give five years of my life—nay, more. I would be content to add five years to my life—could it purchase that one half-minute of which I was robbed. "My family disowned me, and made no attempt even to procure counsel for me. All forsook me except little Mary, from whom I got a teen-strained letter." "All right, it it? In my humble opinion, it's about as wrong as wrong can be." 411 looked down at the bruised flesh and broken bones he had affirmed to be "all right," with a half-contemptuous smile, and then, resigning himself to the inevitable, laid quietly watching the white hands of the young doctor as he prepared splints, bandages, etc., and commenced the work of setting the bone, now rendered doubly difficult by the swelling of the bruised flesh. The light of the setting sun stole into the room, illuminating with a sudden glory the bare walls and comfortless surroundings, and throwing into strong relief the two figures which gave life to the picture. The doctor's frank good-humored face, slight easy figure, and air of careless good-breeding could not have been out of place under any circumstances; but the other seemed strangely in unison with, and yet in contradiction to, his surroundings. His muscular frame might have served as a model for strength and beauty—a Hercules in a prison-dress! His hands, roughened and hardened to toil, had been as slender and well-shaped as the doctor's own. His face, bronzed by exposure to all weathers, was still high-bred and refined—aquiline features; clear, brave eyes; and, above all, the close-cropped hair of a convict. He had that air of reserve, totally distinct from rudeness, which only well-bred people possess, and which impresses even the most vulgar and obtuse. Though the sensitive mouth betrayed his delicate nervous organization, nothing could be more stoical than the composure with which he bore the torture he was suffering. "Why on earth, man, don't you say something, or cry out?" exclaimed the doctor, half impatiently. "That's not my way, sir." Noticing the gathering whiteness round his patient's lips, the doctor hastily poured something in a glass, and, bidding him drink it, went quickly on with his work. After a few minutes silence, he glanced up suddenly. "What's that?"—pointing to a small blue figure on the brawny wrist. "That? O! my crest. I did it when I was a boy," said the man indifferently. "Your crest?" "Did I say that?"—and a finish cropt over his face. "I must have been dreaming; people do dream sometimes, don't they?" The doctor did not answer, but, looking keenly at him, as he turned away his head with a short embarrassed laugh. "What is your name?" "No. 411." "I don't mean that; I mean your name," persisted the doctor. "Jim Brown." Dr. Harris laughed. "Jim Brown! Why don't you say, Bill Scroggins? One name would suit you about as well as the other." 411 frowned slightly. "Why should I tell you my name?" "I'm sure I don't know," was the frank answer; "unless because I want you to." The crest on your arm is very like my own. I thought perhaps we were related." And if we were? You wouldn't wits, either in some beggarly profession or as hangers-on where there are any rich relations. They must put up with being snubbed and thrown over, whenever they come in the way—made use of and then cast aside; at least, such was my experience. I was proud and passionate, and so felt these things more than others. I dare say. I wanted to go into the army, but my father said he couldn't afford it—I 'would be always getting into debt,' etc.—and so I was apprenticed to a London barrister—a great, pompous man, whom I cordially detested before a month was out. He had a way of aggravating me whenever we came in contact that used to make me long for an excuse to pitch him down-stairs. I believe in presentiments. I knew that man would injure me some day. I saw more trickery and underhand dealing while in that office than I had ever seen in my life before. Mr. Pierson was a man of tact, not talent. He had gained several good cases, which made his reputation, and he had a way of making people believe that if black was not just white, it was certainly gray, which proved very useful to him. "I was about twenty-two when I went into Kent for a few weeks, partly on business for Mr. Pierson, and partly to visit an uncle of mine. Am I tiring you, sir, with this long story?" "Not at all, Tracy; go on." 411 started at the unfamiliar name, which the doctor slightly emphasized. His breath came quickly, and his voice was husky when he spoke again: "Would you think, now, that a man could hear his own name so seldom, that when it was spoken as you spoke mine. It could make the past come back like the great wave, almost blotting out the present? I haven't heard my name for more than ten years," he went on musingly. "I don't wonder it sounds strange to me. It was in the summer when I went to Kent; the time for 'falling in love,' as it is called, and, of course, I did it. I don't wonder at myself, even now, when I remember all that has passed. We were thrown very much together. Lucy was an orphan, living with a rich maiden aunt, whose place adjoined my uncle's. I had always a fondness for playing the part of protector; and she was a clinging, dependent little thing, with long golden curls and a delicate pink-and-white daisy face. I had never cared for any girl before, and from the first I loved her madly. It's the 'old, old story,' and I needn't make a fool of myself again by telling it to you. Before I went back to town, we had exchanged rings, and she had promised to love me through eternity. A lengthy eternity it proved! "Our engagement was to remain a secret until I should become a great lawyer, and then I was to claim her. This was Lucys idea. I wanted to speak to her aunt, but she begged me not, giving a dozen different reasons for my silence. I believe, even then, she thought it best not to bind herself too closely; but, of course, I never suspected this, for, with all my faults, I had always been perfectly honest and truthful. In the winter, Mr. Pierson told me that the business I had been attending to had now to be completed, and that he was going down himself: I was, of course, very wits, either in some beggarly profession or as hangers-on where there are any rich relations. They must put up with being snubbed and thrown over, whenever they come in the way—made use of and then cast aside; at least, such was my experience. I was proud and passionate, and so felt these things more than others. I dare say. I wanted to go into the army, but my father said he couldn't afford it—I 'would be always getting into debt,' etc.—and so I was apprenticed to a London barrister—a great, pompous man, whom I cordially detested before a month was out. He had a way of aggrivating me whenever we came in contact that used to make me long for an excuse to pitch him down-stairs. I believe in presentiments. I knew that man would injure me some day. I saw more trickery and underhand dealing while in that office than I had ever seen in my life before. Mr. Pierson was a man of tact, not talent. He had gained several good cases, which made his reputation, and he had a way of making people believe that if black was not just white, it was certainly gray, which proved very useful to him. "I was about twenty-two when I went into Kent; the time for 'falling in love,' as it is called, and of course, I did it. I don't wonder at myself, even now, when I remember all that has passed. We were thrown very much together. Lucy was an orphan, living with a rich maiden aunt, whose place adjoined my uncle's. I had always a fondness for playing the part of protector; and she was a clinging, dependent little thing, with long golden curls and a delicate pink-and-white daisy face. I had never cared for any girl before, and from the first I loved her madly. It's the 'old, old story,' and I needn't make a fool of myself again by telling it to you. Before I went back to town, we had exchanged rings, and she had promised to love me through eternity. A lengthy eternity it proved! "Our engagement was to remain a secret until I should become a great lawyer, and then I was to claim her. This was Lucys idea. I wanted to speak to her aunt, but she begged me not, giving a dozen different reasons for my silence. I believe even then, she thought it best not to bind herself too closely; but，of course，I never suspected this，for，with all my faults，I had always been perfectly honest and truthful.In the winter，Mr.Pierson told me thatthe businessIhadbeenattendingtohadnowtobecompleted,andthathewasgoingdownhimself.Iwas.ofcourse,very "I don't mean that; I mean your name," persisted the doctor. "Jim Brown." Dr. Harris laughed. "Jim Brown! Why don't you say, Bill Scroggins? One name would suit you about as well as the other." 411 frowned slightly. "Why should I tell you my name?" "I'm sure I don't know," was the frank answer; "unless because I want you to. The crest on your arm is very like my own. I thought perhaps we were related." "And if we were? You wouldn't own me." "Why not? I'm not a bad fellow in my way, neither do I think you are. Why shouldn't I own you?" The man raised himself on his arm, and looked searchingly in the doctor's face. "A convict?" he said, slowly. "Well," said the doctor, dryly, "I don't see much society except convicts, at present, and I can't say but what I like them as well as I do those who think themselves a good deal better. I've found out it isn't always the worst that are caught, by any means. I'm a 'radical,' you must know," he added, quaintly, "and very much disapproved of by the family." 411 looked out into the gathering darkness for some minutes, and then said, quietly: "Well, sir, if you care to hear a convict's story, hit down a while. I've never told it to any one, and I don't know why I should tell it to you; but the mood's on me, and I might as well talk as think, may be; and then you've guessed my secret partly—at least, you know I'm not Jim Brown—and a smile flashed across his face. "How old do you think I am?" he continued. Dr. Harris looked at the powerful frame of the man—at the strong, hard lines in his face. "Between forty and fifty, I should may." "Thirty-six, yesterday. I was twenty four the day I was sentenced; a pleasant way of celebrating one's birthday, wasn't it? There was a lot of stuff in the papers about my 'youth,' and my being so hardened." Did they think I was going to beg for mercy?—not I. I've been out here twelve years now, and I've escaped twice and been caught again; but I'll try it once, some time." "You ought not to tell me that," said the doctor smiling. A lengthy eternity it proved! "Our engagement was to remain a secret until I should become a great lawyer, and then I was to claim her. This was Lucy's idea. I wanted to speak to her aunt, but she begged me not, giving a dozen different reasons for my silence. I believe, even then, she thought it best not to bind herself too closely; but, of course, I never suspected this, for, with all my faults, I had always been perfectly honest and truthful. In the winter, Mr. Pierson told me that the business I had been attending to had now to be completed, and that he was going down himself. I was, of course, very anxious to go, but he did not give me the chance. Lucy met him at a couple of dinners, and from what she said, I knew he had been very attentive to her. He was a good-looking man, about forty, and could make himself very agreeable when he chose to do so. I wrote to Lucy immediately, telling her what I thought of him. She replied, accusing me of being jealous, and saying she was sure I was prejudiced against Mr. Pierson, who had spoken very highly of me, and to whom I found she had confided the whole story of our engagement. I was very angry, and wrote rather harshly to her. I fancy, for I remember she told me I did not love her as I once did.' That was our first quarrel and was soon made up, and for a few weeks we corresponded as usual. Mr. Pierson returned to London, but went back again to Kent in a week or two. He said he was collecting evidence for an important case. "Soon I noticed that Lucy's letters grew shorter and shorter, and finally one came saying that she 'had been thinking over our foolish engagement, and as there was no prospect of my being able to support her, she had come to the conclusion that for the sake of us both it had better be broken." "I know every word of that cool, heartless letter now. One remembers such things. Very soon after, I heard of her engagement to Mr. Pierson. I was a gentleman, and he was a snob; but he had money, and I hadn't." "What's a gentleman born? Is it shillin's an pence?" quoted the doctor, softly. "Eh!—what's that?" "Only a quotation from The Yorkshire Farmer; go on." "Well, of course I was furious, but what good did that do me? I thought if I only had money, I would find some means of revenge; but money was just eternity. A lengthy eternity it proved! "Our engagement was to remain a secret until I should become a great lawyer, and then I was to claim her. This was Lucy's idea. I wanted to speak to her aunt, but she begged me not, giving a dozen different reasons for my silence. I believe, even then, she thought it best not to bind herself too closely; but, of course, I never suspected this, for, with all my faults, I had always been perfectly honest and truthful. In the winter, Mr. Pierson told me that the business I had been attending to had now to be completed, and that he was going down himself. I was of course, very anxious to go, but he did not give me the chance. Lucy met him at a couple of dinners, and from what she said, I knew he had been very attentive to her. He was a good-looking man, about forty, and could make himself very agreeable when he chose to do so. I wrote to Lucy immediately, telling her what I thought of him. She replied, accusing me of being jealous, and saying she was sure I was prejudiced against Mr. Pierson, who had spoken very highly of me, and to whom I found she had confided the whole story of our engagement. I was very angry, and wrote rather harshly to her. I fancy, for I remember she told me I did not love her as I once did.' That was our first quarrel and was soon made up, and for a few weeks we corresponded as usual. Mr. Pierson returned to London, but went back again to Kent in a week or two. He said he was collecting evidence for an important case. "Soon I noticed that Lucy's letters grew shorter and shorter, and finally one came saying that she 'had been thinking over our foolish engagement, and as there was no prospect of my being able to support her, she had come to the conclusion that for the sake of us both it had better be broken." "I know every word of that cool, heartless letter now. One remembers such things. Very soon after, I heard of her engagement to Mr. Pierson. I was a gentleman, and he was a snob; but he had money, and I hadn't." "What's a gentleman born? Is it shillin's an pence?" quoted the doctor, softly. "Eh!—what's that?" "Only a quotation from The Yorkshire Farmer; go on." "Well, of course I was furious, but what good did that do me? I thought if I only had money, I would find some means of revenge; but money was just eternity. A lengthy eternity it proved! "Our engagement was to remain a secret until I should become a great lawyer, and then I was to claim her. This was Lucy's idea. I wanted to speak to her aunt, but she begged me not, giving a dozen different reasons for my silence. I believe, even then, she thought it best not to bind herself too closely; but, of course, I never suspected this, for with all my faults, I had always been perfectly honest and truthful. In the winter, Mr. Pierson told me that the business I had been attending to had now to be completed, and that he was going down himself. I was of course, very anxious to go, but he did not give me the chance. Lucy met him at a couple of dinners, and from what she said, I knew he had been very attentive to her. He was a good-looking man, about forty，and could make himself very agreeable when he chose to do so. I wrote to Lucy immediately，telling her what I thought of him.She replied，accusing me of being jealous，and saying she was sure I was prejudiced against Mr.Pierson，who had spoken very highly of me，and to whom I found she had confided the whole story of our engagement.I was very angry，and wrote rather harshly to her.I fancy，for I remember she told me I did not love her as l once did.' That was our first quarrel and was soon made up，and for a few weeks we corresponded as usual.Mr.Pierson returned to London，但went back again to Kent in a week or two.He said he was collecting evidence for an important case. "Soon I noticed that Lucy's letters grew shorter and shorter，and finally one came saying that she 'had been thinking over our foolish engagement，and as there was no prospect of my being able to support her，她had come to the conclusion that for the sake of us both it had better be broken." "I know every word of that cool，heartless letter now。One remembers such things.Very soon after，I heard of her engagement to Mr.Pierson.Iwasa gentleman,andhewasa snob;buthehadmoney,andIhadn't." "What'sa gentlemanborn?Isitshillin'anpence?"quotedthedoctorsoftly. "Eh!—what'sthat?" "OnlyaquotationfromTheYorkshireFarmer;goon." "Well.ofcourseIwasfurious,butwhatgooddidthatdome?IthoughtifIonlyhadmoney.Iwouldfindsomemeansofrevenge;butmoneywasjusteternity.Alengthyeternityitproved!" "OurengagementwastoremainasecretuntilIshouldbecomea Greatlawyer,andthenIwissinthebush,thetwimesIgotoff.InTheymostlyletmealonenow.Ikeepbymyself,andI'venevertoldwherelastaseveronlyprouder.IwassonearlyIcouldhavetonedherdress.Shelookedcalmlyatme-Iwasonlyaconvict,coverswiththedustfromhercarriagewheelsIfshehadrecognizedme,thecolorwouldhavefadeda littlefromher pinkcheeks.Ithink.IwonderifsherememberstheletterIwroteherbeforeIwastransported?Itoldhersomehometruthsthen.Sheknowswhotheblameforywasad-worsethanwasted-life." Twelve years didn't seem muchtome.Ilookafterthecarriagelikeonestunned.Thelever slippedfrommyhand-you sawmyarm.Ididn'tthinkofit untilIfoundIcouldliftitMr.Piersonhasgotsomehighappointmenthere,someone said.Ofcoursehiswifewillbefetedandflattered.Iwonderhowshewouldliketobe remindedofthatsummerinKent.HowwouldshelookifIshouldstophercarriage,and remindherofthetimeshesworetolovemeforever,或howoftenherbrightheadhasrestedonmyshoulder.Icanfeelthrillofhersoft lipsyetonmycheek.Thereatsall.Do你believeinjustice?Idon'tThecauseofevilshouldbeattacked;now.itisonlyvictim.ThewomanismoreguiltytodaythanI.Shedrovememad—andyetsheridesbyinhercarriage,rrespectedandadmired;whileI.inmyprisondress,cannotberanythingbutwhatIam—411."—OverlandMonthley. A lady in Winnipank recently left following note for the milkman: "Mr.H—dpleasto put in wun quart,andlovemesome morekidsandofthisnote shudbloawsandyo hast fineit,pleasovemethe ticketallthesum." HOUSEHOLD. SOMETHING ABOUT SUGAR.—To the delight, as may safely be assumed, of every child to whose ears the words shall come, and to the equal surprise, doubtless, of many a fond and cautious parent, the eating of sugar is now considered, by high medical authority, as not only injurious, but positively beneficial. One of the ablest and best known English physiologists, Dr. Bridges Adams, investigated this object sometime ago in a manner that left him in no doubt as to the value of sugar in its relation to food. Knowing, by experience, the difference in nutritious effect produced by the flesh of tired cattle on a march, and those slain in a condition arising from abundant food and healthy exercise—that, in the former case, any amount might be eaten without the satisfaction of hunger, while in the latter a small amount realized that purpose—his investigations led to the discovery that certain other food, of a different quality, such as grape sugar and fruit, would help the tired meat to assimilate, and thus remove hunger. He asserts, therefore, that pudding and fruit tarts are not to be regarded as simply flatteries of the appetite or palate, but as really digestive agents, provided that they are not themselves made of indigestible materials. The fondness of artisans for confectionery, and the inclination of patients just discharged from a hospital to ask for sweets, rather than for substantial food, are examples of correct instinct; and, in the case of children, in whom the requirements of growth call for a rapid and efficient transformation of food into tissue, there is no doubt that nature's demand for sweets in new impressions. The Secret Service Bureau. In conducting the further investigation into the suspected connection of the Secret Service Bureau of the Treasury Department with the late safe burglary conspiracy, it is understood that the Secretary of the Treasury will direct inquiry to be made as to the general efficiency of the force. Congress annually appropriates $125,000 to pay "the expenses of detecting and bringing to trial and punishment, persons engaged in counterfeiting treasury notes, bonds, national bank notes, and other securities of the United States, and the mileage thereof, and for detecting other frauds upon the Government." Under the authority of this annual appropriation the Secret Service Bureau has grown up, and has been under the immediate control of the Solicitor of the Department. The principal service that this Bureau of Detectives has done is to ferret out counterfeiters, secure their implements, etc., and arrest those engaged in the business. Col. Whitley's method has been to send some of his men into the region where it is suspected that counterfeiting is done, and these men either work themselves into the confidence of the dealers in and manufactures of spurious money or get control of some one who turns State's evidence. The sensation against the bureau that has frequently been made is that they never get the principals in this business and never desire to. Two or three times a year the news is sent over the country that Col. Whitley's force has discovered a nest of counterfeiters, arrested them, and captured their plates. The public approves that the manufacture of that In the evidence, risk advantage of, need against him evidence for the convicted. Heaven be many poor England with I left it. If I deny, I would have terrible existence. Strongly guarded, darf. We passed our way. I had time, and the fresh flowers, had until as now, when them for the hedge-rows in Northumberland overhead; Mary mook in the ordeals as a last some Teddy,' as No wonder my thought of those were guilty of the dock, a child much of cowslips. I had gathered the green Kentish bed up wistfully, the ren after us, my hand. That in the cup alley I could not have which rolled over undeffused, but one mandkerchief into cheering words such of sympathy. Me from utter last I saw of there has been the except the few bush, the two by mostly let me myself, and I've this before. I hadn't 'Jim Brown,' hear how I hurt me you were stone, and that on some way, and died." Water in the House. A prominent writer says: "Let nobody be deterred from bringing water in the house by any fears of failure and perplexity. You might just as well stop the circulation of blood in the body because it is subject to derangement, as to refuse the circulation of water in the house because now and then a pipe overflows and your frescoes are ruined. Good workmen will prevent any such accident, but if they cannot, give up your frescoes; do not give up your life-blood. When I see the farm-houses, the dairies, the kitchen, whose only source of supply is the well in the yard or the hogshead at the back door, how life would be lengthened and sweetened if all this heavy and hard and slow water-bringing could be supplanted by a turn of a screw, I wonder that we do not manage to introduce it, somehow, into our marriage contracts. What an increase of vital force would ensue; what a diminished demand for divorce; what a would help the tired meat to assimilate, and thus remove hunger. He asserts, therefore, that pudding and fruit tarts are not to be regarded as simply flatteries of the appetite or palate, but as really digestive agents, provided that they are not themselves made of indigestible materials. The fondness of artisans for confectionery, and the inclination of patients just discharged from a hospital to ask for sweets, rather than for substantial food, are examples of correct instinct; and, in the case of children, in whom the requirements of growth call for a rapid and efficient transformation of food into tissue, there is no doubt that nature's demand for sweets is very imperious, and parents should, therefore, understand that the jam pot increases the amount of nutrition extracted from beef and mutton. This view of the nature and effects of sugar was entertained by the late Prof. Liebig, who was accustomed to say that, instead of sugar being, as thought by some, the most dangerous constituent in pastry, it is in reality the least so; that is, if not added in too great a quantity to cakes and tarts, sugar is transformed into lactic acid, and assists the stomach in digesting. Both by sugar and honey, indeed, Liebig asserts, is the quantity of the digestive juices increased and the digestion promoted; it also, while being digested, enriches the gastric juice with a substance which assists in dissolving the aliments—for the sugar, on coming into contact with the saliva, has been partly transformed into lactic acid, which acts upon the alimentary principles in the same manner as does the hydrochloric acid of the gastric juice. In regard to the effect of sugar on the teeth, the correctness of the popular belief is met and refuted by the fact that the teeth of the West India negroes—a community remarkable for the amount of sugar consumed among them—are of a bright white. The reasoning of medical science is that phosphate of lime being the chief constituent of the bones and teeth, but not before adult age, an increase of the phosphate of lime is the essential characteristic of the development of the bones of children, and as lactic acid dissolves the phosphate of lime of the food, sugar indirectly supports this solution, and facilitates the conveyance of lime to the teeth. When a plate is engraved by hand and machinery the currency is never printed from that. The original plate is always used as a die from which a negative is obtained by means of a transfer press upon a roll of soft steel. This which is called "dandy roll," is then hardened, and the plates from which the printing is actually done are transfers from it. When a new counterfeit is made the manufacturers first put out a small edition, in order to get the benefit of the criticisms of the Treasury Department and of bankers, after which they correct mistakes and go on with their work. When they have their "dandy roll" as nearly perfect as possible they make transfers to a number of plates from which the printing is done, and the roll is placed in some secure place. Now, it is reported that Col. Whitley's force has never yet captured a "dandy roll." They have captured a great many plates from which counterfeit money is printed, and arrested the printers and distributors, but they have never got the engraver or the die from which the plates are made. In other words, the actual counterfitters and their implements always escape, and after the excitement has passed are ready to go on again with their work. It is held that, with a proper system of detection, counterfeiting can be in a great measure stopped, while under the present system only the ends of the branches are lopped off. N.Y.Tribune. The Southern Floods Exaggerated. There appears to have a misapprehension with regard to the extent of the suffering from the flood in the Mississippi Valley. Congress passed a bill appriating $500,000 additional to supply the sufferers from the flood in that region with army rations and clothing. There had been a previous appropriation early in the session of $190,000 for the same purpose. Pending discussion telegrams were received from Governor Ames, of Mississippi, which stated that in Mississippi alone there were 26,000 people without food, clothing or shelter. Letters have been received laterly from Governor Ames by the Mississippi delegation, stating that the whole amount expended for ration in Mississippi for the sufferers is but $7,000 and thus no more is needed. A similar letter has been received at the War Department. News from Louisiana also shows that although there has been great devastation there is not a great amount of personal suffering, and the production of the whole state will result from that event. except the few bush, the two my mostly let me myself, and I've before. I hadn't 'Jim Brown,' hear how I hurt me you were stone, and that some way, and it goes; a gang the road when a looked up as I step and who do you and her husband! The same as ever, so near I could less. She looked only a convict, from her carriage recognized me, the little from her I wonder if she wrote her, before I told her some knows who to worse than wasn't seem much to be carriage like one slipped from my m. I didn't think I couldn't lift it. Some high appoint- said. Of course and flattered. I did like to be reer in Kent. How would stop her car of the time she ever, or how often stated on my shoul-thrill of her soft There, that's all justice? I don't should be attacked; him. That woman than 1. She drove rides by in her admired; while can never be any-411." Overland It seems left the milkman: "Mr. wun quart, and milkts and of this yo hard fine it, sees all the man." Good workmen will prevent any such accident, but if they cannot, give up your frescoes; do not give up your life-blood. When I see the farm-houses, the dairies, the kitchen, whose only source of supply is the well in the yard or the hogshead at the back door, how life would be lengthened and sweetened if all this heavy and hard and slow water-bringing could be supplanted by a turn of a screw, I wonder that we do not manage to introduce it, somehow, into our marriage contracts. What an increase of vital force would ensue; what a diminished demand for divorce; what a strengthening and up-building of the family bond, if the girl should refuse to marry until there was an inexhaustible supply of water, at least in the kitchen! A house without water-works ought to be considered as incomplete as a house without doors, and as incomplete in the country as in the city. Fruit Cake. One-half pound butter, one-half pound brown sugar, three-quarters pound of flour, two pounds currants, one-half pound citron, one-half pound raisins, five eggs; beat the whites and yolks separately. Use a little mo-lasses—brandy and spice to taste. Bake very slowly. Spiced Gooseberries. To one pound green gooseberries take three-fourths pound of sugar, add one pint vinegar to ten pints of this mixture when boiling; use no water; cinnamon, allspice, cloves and nutmeg to taste; let the whole cook three hours. Jumbles. One pound of butter, one of sugar, four eggs, half a teaspoon of soda and milk sufficient to mix them soft. Roll out thin. A Good Hair Wash. Beat the whites of four eggs to a froth, rub well into the roots of the hair. Leave it to dry. Wash the head clean with equal parts rum and rose water. Soft Gingerhead. One pint of mo-lasses, one of milk, three eggs, one and a half cups melted butter, two teaspoons salateus. Mix soft. A barber in Titusville, while cutting the hair of a rural customer, ran his shears against some hard substance, which proved to be a whetstone. The old farmer said he "had missed that whistle over since haying time last July, and had looked all over a ten-acre field for it, but now remembered sticking it up over his ear." Pending discussion sal-grams were received from Governor Ames, of Mississippi, which stated that in Mississippi alone there were 20,000 people without food, clothing or shelter. Letters have been received lately from Governor Ames by the Mississippi delegation, stating that the whole amount expended for rations in Mississippi for the sufferers is but $7,000 and that no more is needed. A similar letter has been received at the War Department. News from Louisiana also shows that, although there has been great devastation, there is not a great amount of personal suffering, and the production of the whole State will equal that of last year. A Detroiter, who removed to Lone Tree, Neb., a year or two ago, writes to a tobacco-house in that city to send him five pounds of "fine cut" by express, adding; "I am a candidate for Sheriff of this county, and I think by a judicious use of five pounds of good tobacco, I can secure two hundred majority." A stranger gets puzzled in St. Louis. He picks up the St. Louis Democrat, and finds that he is reading a Republican paper. Incensed at the fraud, he casts it aside, and grasping the St. Louis Republican finds that he is writing a Democratic paper. Then he rises the bell violently for the hall-boy, and wants to know "if everything in St. Louis is a brazen deceit." In a little town out west a lady teacher was exercising a class of juveniles in mental arithmetic. She commanded the question: "If you buy a cow for ten dollars—when up came a little hand." "What is it, Johnny?" "Why, you can't buy no kind of a cow for ten dollars; father sold one for sixty dollars the other day, and she was a regular old servant that." One day a little boy's mother gave him a long lecture on a middle-class of which he'd been guilty. When his father came home at night, he also began to talk to him on the same supplement subject, whereupon the little fellow looked up honestly; and said: "Not here, pa; ma has 'tendied' to that." The father took the hint. In the United States there are 26 counties and 245 towns named after the great and good father of his country.