- IV II aa- II II M U -S- III! 1 J J fa I I Y sT L HIT 1 I II. Tll J A TT TT TT r-M TT-TT Vtt -ni -r a TP i - . -ILJI ILLA Jl VI;X1l II III MJLVU JLJL PO'JLVU 11 JJLJo ; , : . & A Kepublican Weekly Newipapcr, PUBLISHED BY J. C. L II A RRI s. TERMS, (One Year) (Six Months) Entered in the Poitoffice, at Raleigh, as hi-oiiJ class mailmatter. . VOL. l. RALEIGH, N. C.; THURSDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1887. NO. 41. N roRRIS A CARTER THE GREATEST One square, one Insert loo. .. .20 One equal e, one month 1.00 One square, two month. ...... .. 2.00 One squire, three months- s?.50 One square, six months..... 12.00 One square, one year......... ............ 20.00 -I.Liberal contracts will be made for larger advertisements. A FOILED CLUB MAX. Bargains OF THE Season lim-hed our stock taking Saturday night. On M .inby morning we will place on sale at prices xt !"" uji.uiiir rit r ouereu, an ODDS AND ENDS, tr ken seU, short lengths and all such goods as we mi t gri h i oi to mitae room lor our Autumn Novelties. The great reason lot this extra eflbrt to close out Mi re Hock of Spring and Summer Goods is that will not bare an Inch of space to spare when our Urge stock of Fall Goods arrives. We kavn't space to mention the many GREAT VALULSthat will be offered. We can only In. t te our friend to call and examine them for !!. no selves. Norris & Carter. A. 8. LEE. J. I. JOIJ.N80X, EUGENE QRI90Mlf,D Lee, Johnson & Co. Wholesale and Retail DRUGGISTS, Opp. Postoffice j:a lei a ii x. c. line e'ears and Tobacco. Hot and cold Soda and Mineral Waters of all kind, Fresh Gar- den Seeds in season, Largest Stock of Drugs and Druggists San- dries in the city. We have the most elegant SODA FOUNTAIN IX THE STATE. K very body waited on politely and with dispatch. Prescriptions accurately prepared day and night r Unanticipated Success! fAr1 errvwl inriOiT tr&de. I am lo- d wl to offer my customers Special -:- Bargains IN ri.m II I XG AXD GEXTLEMEX'S FURXISIIIlsQ GOODS. Full and beautiful Hoe of SEERSUCKER COATS & STRAW HATS la abundance to suit any customer as to price and stjle. Call and see for yourself. DAVID ROSENTHAL, J. M. Boaenbsum's old stand. St. Mary's School. RALEIGH, N. C. The Advent term, the 93rd Semi-annual session, be gins Thursday, Septen ber 8;h, TSS7. Tor Catalogue, address the Rector, REV. RENNET SMEDES A. M. A BALTIMORE BELLE'S ADVENTURE AND ES CAPE IN NEW YORK CITY. New York, Sept. 23. When Mr. T. Fred eric Jamieson went to his club for breakfast yesterday the porter handed him a telegram. "When d'eome?" asked the clubman, tear ing it open listlessly and glaring with grim disapproval at the reflection of his pallid face in the glass. "About 9 o'clock this mawin sir." air. jamieson yawned and followed with his heavy eyes the jaunty figure of a shop girl rs she tripped along the opposite Bide of the street. She turned the corner with a final and saucy, switch of her skirts. The clubman sighed. Then he glanced at I he tel egram, started, fixed his glass in his eye and read eagerly: Baltimore, Md. Leave this morning on early train. Arrive in New Yerk abont 11 a. m. Must return! same evening. Shopping, you know. Shall I see y u. Gertbude M. Jamieson looked hurriedly around. It was nearly 11 o'clock. A dainty brougham with two men on the box stood at the door. "Wbose'a that?" asked the clubman, point ing to it. "Mr. D. F. Corkeran Thomson's, sir." "Where ze?" "In the breakfaV room, sir." Mr. Jamieson hurried down the corridor, and dashing into the breakfast room, strode over to a morose man who was regarding a potato which he had impaled on his fork with a look oi ueen seated aversion. "wiiadz up?" "Cork," said Mr. Jamieson, with his cus tomary brevity, "len me y'r brougham fVn hour?" "'Course," said the pride of the Coaching Club, scowling heavily at the potato and put ting it firmly from him. "Whadz up?" "Girl, devlish, dashing sort. Coming on 'leveu train." "Good," said the father of five children, cordially, as his face beamed, "and, I say, there's a lot of flowers in the reading-room. Takcum along. I bought them for Miss Jig ger's er cor coronation no, contempla tion " "No," corrected Mr. Jamieson, thought fully, "y'mean consternation." "Ao, I don t 1 mean ah oi , yes, confirmation." Jamieson stalked out, secured the big bou M. regarded him with a flashed face and rather frightened eves over the top of her fan. "There's not a man in Maryland who would have dared to do that," she said ner voush. "No?" said her companion amiably as he continued to decorate the little shoe. " What a lot of muffa they must be. Did I do it well?" "Like a wicked actor." "I ve always wanted to be a bold, bad actor." "xou probably would be," she said sweet ly "a very bad one." Her escort grinned and placed the" shoe beside him on a stand bedecked and garland- ply. 'Take me home." cu aiuiUHi oui oi eigni. ueitmae ai. looicea tested, fearfully, 'the time's changed, sir. JFeM never got her here in time if we'd known-r" ' Jamieson Hang him aside, and running after the girl bade her a hasty adieu a3 the tram bore her away smiling brightly and blowing kisses back at her entertainer. The clubman strode moodily back to his carriage. The old driver was alone on the box. "Where's that hound?" grow led the master, yanking the door open violently. xj i an anoi, on, boiu luc uincj, OJitiy, afraid.'' heard the first I knew of the matter. It seems that about 7 o'clock on the morning I left Round Lake so suddenly, Peter Carter had rushed to the rearest neighbors and in- plete that I aas at once released. Peter Car his eyes. 'Lord have mercy upou me!' 'Kill mel' 'Hang me!' were his cries. "ine conies8ion thus given was to com , formed them that the old couple had been murdered, their bodies carried off, and the house robbed. lie had slept with a friend, he said, a mile away. Jean had left and the old people were alone. Their beds were covered with blood and the house all turned 'Whom did be VusDect? Whv me Ben Maxlin who had befen there the night before e was "He had reason to be," was the savage re- and threatening him." "I was looked for. My ter was carried to the jail in the irons I bad worn fiom it. He died of terror and rcmorso before being brought to trial. The third bag, buried at the fence, was dug up before the legal authorities. In it was all the fine, heavy silver plate. "As all between her and Jthe wealth were fone, Jean came in for a ifice little fortune, t helped me buy an interest in tho first ship quet, sent word for his own victoria to meet him at rifty-ninth street and dived into the carriage, after giving the footman the rather itartling directions to "drive like mad, v an nerstan t' Baltimore, 11 o'clock and mee devlish handsome woman b'gad with fines figger'n wcrld." The passengers who streamed on the ferry boats at Debrosses street looked longingly at the snugly.clad figure of a girl of 19, who tripped along through the crowd. It was natural enough for them to stare at her The blood had tinted her round cheek deli cately, and her soft black eyes faiily danced with excitement as she glanced around just as the orougnan wninea up. xne ioot man sprang to the ground, Jamieson dashed out, GertudO'M. was swung into the carriage, blusmng furiously and showing her pretty white teeth. Jamieson dived in again, the man jumped aluft and the broachan rat tied awav before any one could quite tell whether it had been there or not. "Well," gasped the girl, as he held the huge bouquet in one hand and the noble fist of her companion in the other, "am I here?'' You New York men are such breathless rushers." "Ya as." said Jomieson. beaming on her with the bovine look of an amiable but dis sipated ccw. "Looking lovely' he mur mured in a Hoarse voice aside. "Are jou hungry?" "Famished!" "Ha! IFe'll eat." The broughan rolled up Fifth Avenue with the eirl talking excitedly. She bad a thousand things to tell this man, whose repu- ation as a slaver of feminine hearts is wide and who listened to her with the blase, bu agreeable air of a man of the world. He did not speak a word, but glared at her with a fixed intensity that could not possibly be construed into anything else but admiration- At Fifty-ninth street he awoke from nis trance, threw open the door, handed Ger trude M. into a beautiful little victoria that was standing there and a moment later they were rolling side by side through the lonely drives of the Park, the bsst cronies in the world. Thev stopped at Mount St. Vincent ong enough to leave an elaborate order with the waiter, and drove around again, wnen they returned it was noon and the breakfast was ready. The table was banked in flowers. The park stretched out beneath them, and . . . .i i he sun shone brigntiy on tno grass ana ion- m, i. i a : age. I nere was a genne urevze nuirmg, uu 88 1116 laitimOre UtUUUUlU BHI uunu mm he man who bad the reputation of being the 'aateat liver in New York, her cheeks glowed redder than ever, and her eyes were so bright hat the waiter forgot to serve his guests. lor a time and simply stared at her. "It is so deliehtful to get away irom an ar my of prying eyes and a vigilant chaperone," said Gertrude M. happily, ' I now have but one sorrow in the world." "What's that?" "It is in the far corner of my left boot, she said with a pretty grimace. think it would be proper for me off?" . . "Certainly Lot!" said Jr. Jamiesou sternly as he dropped on one knee. "If there is any slipping off of boots to be done here, I wil do it." "CERTAINLY NOT," SAID MB. JAMIESON. She pushed back her chair in alarm; there was a nutter oi sKirts, g&sp, ocr;ui, uu Mr. Jamieson rose proudly with tne tiniest ittlehoe in the world in his hand, sle filled it with rosea sedately, while Gertrude "Do you to slip it at the man appealingly with her beautiful eyes. "Do you think," she asked earnestly, "that inat was a nice tning to do: "I think," replied the imperturbable Jamie son, "that it was by long odas the nicest thing i ever did." "But but I'm growing very unhappy." "Yes, I know yon are." "Do you know what about?" ie es: xnen witn a coaxing smile, as she clasped his sleeve timorously, "you won't ue rude, will your Jamieson seized her plump hand in his brawny fist, looked her so hard in the eyes that she shied affrightedly, and said in deep and earnest tones: "uertruae, mere is no request you can make that I will not instantly comply with." Upon this she sighed gently and beamed upon him with a tranquil affection, while tho waiter, an age J and shy looking functionary, who evidently knew Jamieson well-retired to a corner of the piazza and grinned and giggled to himself hilariously. Mr. Jamieson sent a telegram quietly a moment later, and after that the breakfast proceeded happily. If anybody is curious about it, it may as well be admitted here that the clubman s finesse and knowledge of hu man nature enabled him to lace the little boot on the foot after the breakfast despite a a furious run of protestations and several in cipient and decidedly pretty fits of indigna tion. They leaced back in tneir victoria at am later and were whirled up to the Polo Grounds, where there was some ball going on. lint liertruae m. aid not care ior bail, so thev went up the road as far as the river, chatting incessantly. It may have been the champagne, or perhaps it was only the novel ty of the escapade that caused the girl to sit erect and talk with delightful animation and good nature. The carriage whirled westward and out to the end of the long pier on the North River. Evidently the telegram had been received, for a gig was waiting at the CUU ui Lilt? ici, auu iui. vauiiDouug ticauij built yacht lay 100 yards off shore. - Gertrude demurred. It was 4 o clock then,, and she must positively return to Baltimore on the 6 o clock tram. And besides, there was no chaperone. Even as she protested she de scended the steps, and a moment later was on the deck of the yacht as the carriage rolled out of sight shoreward. "You'll put me on the 6 o'clock train, won't you? fonest, now?" she asked, placing her hand on her eecort s sleeve again rF U nn;.l ntnloVIm Kill- t U ' 7.30's tb crack train lovely train, most de vastatingly amusing train; in fact, Bob Gar rett's train, y' know.'' "Bat papa is to meet me on the arrival of theS.1" "Wire 'um." The yacht ran np the iudson with the water rippling musically back from her sharp nose and the prettiest cirl in Baltimore at the wheel, while the skipper and the owner leaned against the rail and stared at her. The vacht was presently brought about and sent j a w w swiftlv back to town,- while Gertrude M looked over the many curious odds and ends picked up on foreign. voyages with which the saloon was decorated. "That's a snortin' fine girl with Jamie son," said Mr. D. F. Cor.keran Thomson to a British nobleman who was dining with him when the vachtman sailed into Delmonico'd with Gertrade M. on his arm at b o clock. "Aye," said the Earl, putting up his glass, "Good color." "Rawther!" "Who is she, and whah's she from?" i i WE D LIKE TO KXO IF. So long as locust clubs are trumps And laws so easy of evasion, And ev'ry pompous "peeler" humps Himself at slightest provocation To fresco tender skulls with bumps And abattoirical abrasions, Regarding citizens as "chumps" Then what's the use of moral suasion ? We'd like to know. So long as girls prefer to beaux A puffy, panting, pink-eyed poodle, And man is judged by -cost of clothes And justice is outweighed by boodle, While bribery more rampant grows Who wouldn't rather be a noodle And live among the Esquimaux Than in the land of Yankee doodle? We'd like to know. Judge. drunk, quarreling with the old man, cursing 1 1 commar.ded and has fixed me so snug that I never fear the future. It ou 11 come up to haste in leaving my house on Sunday night and have a glass and reiusai to tell why, my every action, con- of grog you II meet Jean, my wife,' vmced an or my guilt. 1 was traced to JNew York, to the ship in which I sailed, but in those dajs there was no telegraphing ahead to 8 top me. There was a Ben Martin also in the crew, but he died of tremens on the sec ond day out. This found its way into the papers, and the people interested concluded that Martin was a mistake for Marlin, and that I was srone "Well, I was in a pretty bad fix. But I sends for a lawyer and gives him five hun dred out of my pile. He was a mighty white chap, even if he wa3 a lawyer. I d been over hauling my memory and I gave him some points. He went to work, on 'em with a will. "The day of trial came, and it was a big day in that town. Peter Carter swore dead against me, how I cursed and threatened the JUSTICE' XOT LAW. FARTHER WIIO KILLED THE THIXP OP 1113 CIJIED IS ACQUITTED BY AN KNOLISII JURY. Staid old England, that has so of ten rabed its hands in horror at tho methods of justico pursued in America, has itself sometime broken the cold forms of law and given true justice a chance. Some thirty years ago the case of - George Uammond came to trial at tho Old Bailey in London, before Lord Chief Justice Tindal. Tho prisoner, who was a portrait painter, was brought to the bar to old man, how I had a big stick in my hand, answer to the charge of wilful murder which THE PRECIOUS SPY-GLASS. "That's just the best glass that ever sailor man clapped to eye," said bluff Capt. Mar lin, as, seated in hte snug cabin, I took from a rack a big, old-f shioned ship's spy-glass, or telescope, bearing a silver plate with in scription. "I was 'board ship with father until he afterward found, all bloody, in the bed room iow l had been seen loitering around near the house afterward. He believed, felt sure, that I was the murderer "Ti8 friend, a stupid lout, swore that Peter slept with him the night of the killing, gave evidence of subdued sadness andmelan tie couidn t, tell what time reter went away, choly resignation. JJo was 41 years oi age, ior he slept until the boss kicked him up. is solf voice, his manner, and appearance "Jean, prettier than ever, reluctantly testi- were testimony of his being a man of feeling hed that 1 had returned curse for curse with and refinement m spite of the poverty of his had been found against him by ther ?rand jury frith malice aioretuongnt ne nad siain a rope-dancer and mounteback. 1 he prisoner was a man of middle height and slender form; his eyes were blue and mild. His whole being .... . . "Her name," said the wily host with an air engaging candor, "is Caroline K. Hig- eir.s and she hails from Zanesviile, Uhio. -J .... ... . - . V I .1 "An, said the iiarl, "I'll rememoer tne .. i T TT Ml- name. .Like t'meec ner. is anesvin near Newport?" "A little West," was the tranquil response, The object of the talk sat beaming on the died mother had gone three years before. I had no relations, few friends. I thought I'd try a land cruise, so I packs this old glass with my little dunnage, and hoofs off for the Yankee States. "Up near the Canada line I got work with a iarmcr. l Knew noining oi iarming, out was tall, stout, strong, and willing, just twenty-one, and hearty as a live oak. I was on that farm at Round Lake for over a year, and folks got to like me very well. There was one I liked more than well, and that was Jean, the daughter of an old Frenchman named Bazine, who, with his wife and nephew, lived in a very lonely old house down on the lake shore. Jean was as trim a built little craft as ever carried tidy rigging. I made chase after first sight of her, and sometimes she showed signs of surrender. She was lightning for work, and old Monseer and Misses Bazine didn't encourage any one that they thought might take her away. Be sides, they wanted their sullen, round-shoul dered, bad eyed nephew, Peter Carter, to marry her. "Jean and I got to meeting in the early evenings and I was certain she cared for me. But one night, after all day in the harvest field we used to have whiskey then what I had drank went to my head; my legs were steady, but I felt the liquor and showed it. The stubborn in me waked up and I walked right into old Bazine's house and asked to see Jean. The old man raved and tore and gave nie a good cursing, I paying him back in the same. "Finally Jean put in an appearance, and showed she was mad at me for coming to the house and also for being half or more drunk. What she said riled me, and I turned on my heel and left. I fell pretty bad that night. I 'was mad still and yet ashamed of myself. I was up at first break of dawn, and as soon as it was sun-up l goes witn tnis old epy-giass zo a rock from which I could see Bazine's house and all its surroundings about a mile away. This was the only point about from which such sight could be obtained. "I watched to see her come out that morn- old Bazine, but not as bad as Peter Carter stated, and that I had made no threats ex cept that! would 'take the wind out his sails yet.' "Other witnesses of little things helped make the case look black for me. "My lawyer asked that l might tell my own story. I was put on the stand All listened, and Peter Carter sat down in front of me with a sneer on his thick, ugly lips "I told my story thus: "On the evening I had the words with old Monsieur .bazine 1 had a big atick in my hands, the one shown here to-day. I did loiter about the house, not very near, for an hour or more after leaving the door step. I hoped to see Jean. I stai ted in desperation at last to knock again at the door. IV hen I reached the fence I thought what a fool I was and stopped. The dog came at me; I threw my club at him, then walked away and went to my home. I didn't sleep much, and early next morning I went to a point on dress. On being called to plead, the prisoner ad mitted that he had killed Baldwin and he deplored the act; but, he added, however, on his soul and conscience that ho-did not dc lieve himself to be guilty. Thereupon a jury was impaneled to try the prisoner. The in dictment was read to the jury, and, as the act of killing was admitted, tho goverment rested their case and the prisoner was called upon foihis defense. The prisoner then addressed himseli to the court and jury: "My lord, my justification is to be found in a recital of the facts, lnrco years ago 1 lost a daughter, tnen 4 years oi age, the sole memorial of a beloved wife, whom it pleased God to recall to himself. I lost my child; but I did not see her die. She was an angel, and beside her 1 had nobody in the world to love. Gentlemen, what I have saffered can not be described; you can not comprehend it. I expended in advertising and fruitless search .everything I possessed, High Rocks with mv father's spv-glase. and furniture, pictures and even my clothes. All . - . . . . I, , .11 11 . 1 nave oeen soia. xor tnree years, on ioot, x have sought my child in all the ciths and all the villages of the three kingdoms. As soon as by painting portraits I have succeeded in gaining a little money, I returned to re-com- menca my advertising in tho newspapes. At length on Friday, the 14th of April last.. I crossed the Smithfield cattle market. Iu the centre of the market a troupe of mounte banks were performing their feats. Among them a child was turning on its head, it legs in the air and its head supported by a hal bert. A ray from the soul of its mother must have penetrated my own for mo to havo rec ognized my child in that condition. It was, indeed, my poor child. Her mother would have clasped her to her heart had she been there. As for me, a veil passed over my eyes. I threw myself upon the chief of the rope- dancers. I knew not how it was; I, habitually gentle even to weakness, seized him by tho clothes; 1 raised him in the air and dashed him to the ground. 'Then again. He was ead. Afterwards I repented what I had one. At that moment I regretted that I was onl? able to kill but one." "These are rot Christian sentiments," re plied the Chief Justice; "how can you ex pect the court and jury to look with favor upon your defense, or God to pardon you, if jou can not forgive?" "I know, my lord, "continued the prisoner, "what will be your judgment and that of the placid JamiesDn at a far table. They ate and ing, at milking time, intending to hurry over gossiped until Uertrude chanced to glance at i-u trj tu tuaie uiattcio mm ii, iui a uu her watch "It's a quarter after 7!" she gasped, as her color disappeared. Jamieson rose though startled. . "We'll have to run for it," he s&id. They hurried out. The carriage was gone. It seemed as though the footman would never find it. Gertrude looked at the im movable face to her entertainer very hard. He pulled at his long moustache composedly. "If I do not catch that train," said the girl, slowly, "I shall never forgive yon.'' ine carriage came xo tne euro, xaey jumped in. "ion can catch the 7 6vr said the master to the man sharply. . . . .... i "Easy enough, sir, taid the groom, touch ing his hat and climbing to his seat beside the grinning coachman. Gertrude sank back relieved. The carriage rolled over the stones rapidly. It was 7.30 when it started. At the erry the brougham passed through the gates at 8 o clock. Mr. Jamieson s two men on the box whispered softly together. The boat anded on the Jersey shore. Gertude thrust her head from the window and asked a man in uniorm n tne v.vu ior xaitimore nau gone. Jamieson leaned back. The footman climbed quie: ly down. n he official touched his hat and said smillmgly: "There a no 7.30 now, miss. The train eaves at o O'clock, xou can catch it, out you'll have to hurry." She bounced out and ' ran laughingly ahead. Jomieson turned and caught his foot man by the throat. "It's not my fault, air, ' the man pro- concluded to leave and go to sea again for a while. But she didn't come out, for the rea- son, as l lound out long alter, mat wnen x left the night before old Bazine had abused me until she stood up for me, then he turned jaage on her and struck her, and sr.e nau leit ine house at once and gone to a girl friend two miles away. I saw some things through this lay there lookiug for Jean to come out to milk the cows... I wanted to go and make up, I could see all the Bazine farm and lake from where I was, being so high, and the spy glass made things pretty clear to me. I didn't see Jean, but 1 did see some things that 1 thought nothing of them, but can under stand now. " 'If what you saw has anything to do with the case, you can state it,' said the judge. "I turned my eye3 full on Perter Carter as he sat facing me. His brown face was dirty white, his hands trembled; there was no sneer on his lips now. He tried hard to face me, and couldn't. " 'As, i lay on that rock, said x, 'with my eye to the glass, about a quarter after 5 o'clock that morning, I see Peter Carter com ing up tho road from Miller Zavis' house. TFhen he reached his uncle's he opened a window in the side and jumped in. In about five minutes he came out of the door, looked around, picked up a stick, which must have been the one I threw over and saw again to day. He stood with it, hefting it, for a little time, then went into the house. It was full twenty minu tes, I guess,before I see him come out with a big bag or bundle on his back, and this he carried down to Bazine's boat in the lake, that w-s tied to a tree. He put this load in the boat, went back to the house and came out with another sack or bundle and carried it likewise to the boat; then he got in, stood up, and sculled the boat into the middle of the lake, where he flung the load overboard. Then he came back, went into the house, and in ten mintes or so was out again with a third or smaller bundle. He, laid this down near the fence, went off and got a spade, dug like fury until he made a hole, and in it hid the bag. Then he'filled in the dirt, trarnpled it down, and seemed to scatter rubbish over it. By this time 1 had concluded Jean was not about. I had heard so much of i jury, but God has already pardoned me, I feel it in my heart. You know not, I knew not then the full extent of the evil that man had done. When some compassionate people brought me my daughter in my prison she was no longer my child, he was no longer pure and angelic as formerly; she was cor rupted, body and soul; her manner, her Ian guage, infamous like those of the people with whom she had been living. She did not recognize me, and I no longer recognized me now """" I I - 1 1 T - 1 1 Tl.,r,;rS n- nrorc, rst Ar,rT tkof 1 VlrtnnVif I OCT IUVBcIJ. UV YOU UOUJ UrtJUBUU i;fi wn Pofr nrw tmn. That man had robbed me cf the love and ( I Un l.,-. I U a a fn Kn OUU1 Ul UM 1llliU, BUU A I1HIS KlllbU UIW WUV w " - , " J I never harmed that old man or wo- evening. The man who killed the two sits there; his name is Peter Carter!' glass that morning, but thought nothing of "During all my story Carter had shown them at the time. When my boss showed up symptoms of terror and a desire to lush from at breakfast 1 demanded my wages was go the court room. These evidences had an ef ing to leave at once--would give no reason, feet upon those present, but my story was so l was paid, and nurneo away ieenng maa at unexpected that none could believe it yet. myself and all creation. I walked to the town, took the -stage, went to the railroad, and rushed to New York, where I shipped at once on a packet bound for California, and we sailed the same evening. This was in '49, mind you. . ' "TFe went round the horn and made port all safe. Then I got the gold fever and struck off for the mines. Four years I worked, and at the end was only about 13,000 ahead. I longed to go back to civilization for a while, "Directly I stopped my lawyer, bounced it is very up. - . " 'May it pleaso the court,' he said, known that Mr. Bazine had two large, prominent front teeth; that they were filled with gold that was very conspicuous. It is also known that old Mrs. Bazine, shortly after she came here, fell and fractured her skull, that Dr. Morrow removed the splinters, and over the cavity put a silver plate. I have here some silent witnesses. The good neigh- and I started for the only place on land where bors here, beUeving the old fable that Round I could hope for a welcome Round Lake; I lake is bottomless, did not search therein for wanted to hear something of Jean, too. the bodies. I had it done last night; here are "I reached there, surprised my old boss, two results,' and opening a valise he poured who said he bad heard I was dead. He in- out on the table a lot of bones; from these he vited me in, though somehow he didn't seem picked two skulls, one with great, projecting, very hearty in his welcome. I sat there an gold-plugged front teeth, and the other with hour when in comes two constables, claps a small silver plate on its top, held thereby irons on me, and shows me a warrant for my a slight bit of scalp. arrest for the murder of old, Monseer and "There was an unearthy yell from Carter, Misses Bazine. the first sound he had uttered since I began '" "Of course I kicked and swore; t'wern't no to speak; he threw himself upon the floor as good. I landed in the town jail. ' There I the two terrible objects were , thrust under once. The foreman now spoke: "My lord we have agreed on our verdict." "1 understand you, gentlemen," answered the chief justice, "but the law must take its course; l must sum up tne case, and then you will retire to deliberate." The chief jus tice summoned up the case and the jary re tired. In a moment they returned into court again with the verdict of "Not guilty." On the discharge of Hammond the sheriff was obliged to surround him with an escort. The crowd of women and men was immense. The women were determined to carry him off in triumph. The crowd followed all the, way to his lodgings with deafening shouts and huzzas. From the first volume of Hu-. bert owe Bancroft's Popular Tribunal. TWO VIEWS OF LIFE. Suggested by a picture in Omyar Eamyyon. A man whose brow betokens brain And power of thought for lingering strife, Seeing the sorrow of this life, Lies by the wayside, there pelf-slain. A ragged beggar passes by, Whose life is but a toil for bread; Passes the corpse and hangs his head And thinks, "What fool he was to die." Behxztt Bbxlmax. Carlisle, Pa., August 1.

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