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THE FACE ATTHE WINDOW,
BY VIRGINIA F. TOWNSEXD.
Tbey had an elegant home fn the infd
of beautiful grounds which' commanded a
land-scape that artiatf went far to lee ;
nnd one gathered on canvas the brown,
iwlt of river between slopes of
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ctccu hanks, and another caught the very
glow and warmth of the cluster of lakes
aiuong the hills, and even still another
the heaps of dun-colored rocks with a hot
glitter of sunlight upon them. Here, in'
the midst of beauty and grandeur, the
Kichnionds dispensed a lavish hospitality.
Occassional! v, when fancy seized them',
they went abroad, though business never
allowed the head of the household long
absences ; and his wife never would re
main without him. Then they had win
ters in Washington, as circumstances
wight, favor ; a life, you see, crowded with
ace, luxury, variety, following the de
sires of their heart and their eyes.
This morning, however, Mrs. Richmond
looked straight past it, down into the
cirlhood which came back upon her and
-i.rnntlipd a new life into her soul. And
the old one, with nlUts grace and splen
dor, seemed to be incomplete, fictitious,
unreal ; like some evening pageant, all
gliding and gaslight nnd heavy, oppres
hive fragrance, beside some clear, fresh
June morning, full of sunlight and dew
and life of violets-and rosea, and the slip
ping of cool springs over mossy rocks.
"What had she been loing with all
these vears !" the beautiful, gracious wo
man asked herself, sitting there. "What
have they done for her T" And far off, like
Vines that die mournfully anion 2 the
-distant hills, she seemed to hear a voice
answering, "Vanity, alHs vanity."
: 1 She moved uneasily and looked eut.
7 Then, for the first time, Mrs. Richmond
realized what the morning was Its life
entered suddenly into her heart. A warm,
late May morning, earth and air in one
wide sparkle of sunshine. Onthe distant
hill hung the lilac mists with soft winds
floating among them ; orchards of apple
blossoms like creat pink lakes stretching
away to the horizon, and sweetening the
gotdenair. Mingling with this, too, was
the strong, subtle fragance of the young
grass clothing the hills nnd the roadsides
with that carment as fresh andnew now
as when it was worn in the first now morn
ing of the world : and the stars, looking
down upon it, broke out into a choral of
jy-
The world was making ready for the
summer, Mrs. Richmond thought ; she had
rolled off the fine linen of her snows
through which she had slumbered all the
winter, and arrayed herself in splendors
of gold and purple ; and, with the glanc
j ing streams and the singing of birds, and
the air swinging its vast censer of fra
grance, the queen would come in"to pos
sess her own ; and for three long months
of glory and beauty, the summer would
bold her court in the land. She would be
here in a- couple of days now, for it was
the thirtieth of May. Mrs. Richmond had
not thought of that before ; there was a
little indrawn breath, as she recalled the
day of the month, and then her memory
slid down the years to another May dayr
whereof this was the anniversary.
.It was iust such a thirtieth of May as
this ; the same floating of purple mists
upon the mountain tops, the same splen
dors of sunshine and delight of leaves and
blossoms, the same sweetness, like the
breath of heaven floating in the air. She
was a young girl then in the old family
home, with its broad rooms, its quaint,
dark passages, and its wide, old garden,
in whose mould her childhood had had its
roots as well as the old trees and vines.
. A sudden heat came into the soft cheeks
of Mrs. Richmond ; a tender light steadied
itself In the brown, beautiful eyes, her
j lips quivered with some feeling astir in
her heart, as the hours of that day, the
dearest, happiest, proudest of her life,
came before her. It was strange how
every little occurrence came back to her ;
the walk in thegarden in the early morn
ing, with some strange fulness and light
ness at her heart, as though she had a
i prescience that some great good was com
ing to her that day. She remembered go
ing down among the currant bushes and
the strawberry vines, and gathering hand
fuls of damp, purple violets and yellow
tulips with a fiery glitter down deep in
the golden bells She remembered, too,
. - uuiu, mat uueu a moment on a young
plum-tree in her path, and dashed out a
udden sweetness through the air, and the
red blaze on his breast. She was so hap
Py that day, with a strange, exultant sense
of life and youth bounding through every
pulse, thaLshe could not stay in the house,
and she remembered mounting her little
black ponv and ridincr off anions the hills.
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What a wild scampering time they had 6f
UP among the rough hill roads or down
among th,c faxk level meadows ! She did
not get back until noon, and' when she
rode through th gate there was Walden
Kichmond como out from the city with
ith his father to dine. He had often
told her how she looked in his eyes as,
B'ie came up the walk that flay, with the
color in her cheeks and eye.s, and, the liajr
blowing about them under her little brown
riding hat, the sweetest, most beautiful
thing he thought, that his. eyes had ever
rested on.
r There .was nobody in the world she.
would have been quite so glad to see at that
time as she was this Walden Richmond,
whom she had known for less than a half
a year : and with whom her father Jiad
some business, which brought him out
frequently to the old, gray homestead.
Of late she began to think it was, not al?
together his business with her father
which drew the young man there so fre
quently, for he always planned a ride or
a walk wjth. the daughter before he left,
and there were some looks and words
her heart always fluttered and her cheeks
grew hot when she thought of them. She
remembered just how handsome he look-
led, standing on the veranda as she rode
up, with the pleased look in his eyes and
about his mouth ; he seemed to her the
very embodied ideal of her young dream
of knighthood, tender, noble, and brave.
Sho remembered the dinner that followed,
with the windows open, and the winds
and the sunshine coming in upon them, and
her fond old father and mother, who had
made a spoiled idol of their only child,
and the jests and light talk, and the sil
ences slipping in between. How happy
they all were, and the lady's mouth trem
bles, and the great tears shine in her eyes
thinking of that time. Then the after
noon that followed ; ia the mild, cool old
parlors, or out on the sunny verandas,
and iu the rambling old garden, that was
her father's delight, with its thick fruit,
its vines, its shrubs and blossoms; and
through it all, that strange prescience of
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with which she had waked up in the
morning, a kind of exultant joy in all her
veins that made her very heart throb and
tremble with its sense of blissful happi
ness.
How all the looks and words of that
time flowed back to her ! They made the
gracious lady sitting there in her carriage
thrill and blush with the lost girlhood
which had come to her a sain ; and she
heard Walden Richmond asking, as he
asked while they walked together in the
garden, and the afternoon wore toward
the warm splendors of sunset ; Margaret,
shall we have a little ride together before
sunset f " It was the first time he bad
called her thatr and the name seemed to
take on new grace when he spoke it.
Thev went to ride together, down
through quiet lanes, into roads wind
ing through the fresh, green woods, attir
ed and waiting for the summer, and there
Walden Richmond laid his strong, soft
hand on hers and told her the words that
filled her life with a great, solemn joy ;
such a joy that the old tides sweep in upon
her-now, her face trembles and breaks up
and drops into her hantis. ana she cries
with the happiness xf that time. How
proud she was of him, how dearly she
loved him, that noblej, tender, handsome
lover of hers ! How wonderful it seemed,
that of all the fair and beautiful women
in the world, where he was flattered an
honored, he should have selected her as
the Wife of his heart and. home! How
strange and delightful it seemed that they
must always dwelftogether, and how the
future years seemed then to lean out and
smile down upon her, and how happy she
resolved to make him. They should nev
er love each other less than at that hour.
Then the ride home in the early even
iucr. with the light going slowly from the
hills, and the content, that was too buss
ful for words on either side ; and the sup
per at home, and the joy and pride of the
old parents vrheu they came to know the
truth : and again the tears came thick
through the white fingers.
Fifteen years ago this thirtieth of May.
They had slipped and slipped like the
tides of the sea, and what have they done
for her and him f Margaret Richmond
feels somehow that they have not fulfilled
the promise of that spring day. Yet she
has been a wife, tenderly indulged and be
loved by her husband. She has never for
one moment doubted the faith of Walden
Richmond during these years. Rut the
tender bloom of that early love seems to
have faded from the hearts of both. The
years, the soft, treacherous, slipping years,'
have chafed them both. Their moods
have retted and rasped each other at
times, and, although the man and woman
were too well bred, too really fine and
generous at heart ever to indulge in coarse
recrimination, still there had been occas-
sionally coldness and irritability betwixt
them, which made Mrs. Richmond wince
now to remember. Even that very morn-
ing she had parted with her husband in a
pet. Mrs. Richmond had set her heart on
joining a party who were going to spend
the summer in Switzerland. She wan tea-,
to use her own thought about it, to get
close to the "soul of the Alps."
Her husband had not talked Jiopefully
about this from the beginning, and when
the subject was brought np at the break
fast table for final settlement be had dis
posed of the ruatteriy saying, "Margaret,
it is quite impossible for me to go abroad .
this summer. I should like to gratify
your pretty faifties about the Alps, but
for the next three months my business
jvill require almost daily presence on my
part."
It was a keen disappointment to the
indulged and a little self-willed woman.
In her first heat and vexation she had replied
with a good deal of bitterness about her
husband's absorption of life and soul in
business, and Walden Richmond had an-
swered, with plenty of spirit, "Margaret,
yon. are the most unreasonable of woman-
kind. You expect, for instance, a man to
leave his business any moment lying at
loose ends to follow some fancy of yours
about the world."
This answer had certainly not mended
the lady's temper. It wag true, that
Walden Richmond djd not clearly realize
the sharpness of fyer disappointment.
Husbands are not apt to in such matters,
and the man was not just that angel wfyich
she had fancied the lover of her youth.;
fjat to Margaret Richmond's eyes, the
old glamour had come back to him now.
The nfteep years slid away and tburied
their faces behind the' horizon of her
thought, and she stood now ia all the
warm lights and colors of her girlhood, of
the first hours of their betrothal, the sweet
face trembling and flushing like a girl's,
and if the years had stolen somewhat f
its youth, they had cut and polished every
feature, and Margaret Richmond in her
ripened, womanhood was not less, but
rather more beautiful than when her hus
band had wooed her for his wife.
"Will you turn back, Mrs. Richmond t"
asked the coachman, as he drew up the
horses ; for they had reached the road now
which led down among the warehouses
and factories of the town ; a place that his
mistress did not much affect, unless some
errand took her down to her husband's
office, where he frequently passed his
mornings.
Mrs. Richmond had come out without
any especial object that morning. The
beauty of the day had allured her from
home, and for the last half hour she had
taken no thought of where she wan going.
No, John ; drive on, please, to the of
fice." Mrs. Richmond was a lady, and
was always polite to her subordinates.
Walden Richmond sat at his desk writ
ing busily, while a pile of letters lay at his
right hand
It was a pleasant onice, at
the side of a great, dark heap of ware
houses, and in the bit of yard behind,
there was a young maple, cool and glad
with fresh leaves, and under its wide,
green roof a robin's hidden nest, out of
which overflowed every morning a very
rapture of sweet song.
The gentleman looked up hastily as his
wife came in at the door, with the bright
light in her eyes and the warmth in her
cheeks. He thought her new hat was
wonderfully becoming ; but he could not
stop just then to admire his wife.
'Margaret," he asked, "what has brought
you down here this morning T ihe
voice. was hardly a welcome one, for he
was in a great hurry, and then Waldeu
Richmond had not just forgotten the talk
atjthe breakfast-table. Fifteen years ago
that day, the man had thought he was
wooing an angel to his wife, and Margaret
was not always quite that ; he had the
grace to think, though, "Perhaps it was
partly his fault."
"I I had an errand with you, Walden.
If he had had time to observe, he would
have noticed some change in his wife's
voice.
"Well, I shall be in a desperate hurry
for the next ten minutes ; on a race to finish
these before the mail closes." He point
ed to the office chair. "Will you wait and
sit down here f There are the papers, and
as soon as I can get these off, I'll be at
your service." "
She sat down, and he resumed his writ
ing. Mrs. luchmond did not take up the
papers, however ; she sat still, looking at
her husband, her thoughts very busy.
She noticed, with a kind of sorrowful
tenderness, the small frosts which had
crept into the brown hair and handsome
beard, and that the lines had gathered
deeper in the forehead since that May day
when they rode together in the sunset. He
was something more to her now than the
every day husband to whom she was quite
used. She remembered all his tenderness,
his care, the love and indulgence with
which these had sheltered her life, and it
seemed new and precious to her now, as
it did in the old days of the honeymoon.
Her heart overflowed in a great tender
ness as she gazed, not un mingled with
some sharp pangs of self-reproach, though
Walden and Margaret Richmond had less
to forgive, than I verily believe most hus
bands and wives have after fifteen years
of married life.
At last the letters were finished. Mr.
Richmond gathered them into a heap, rang
a bell, and placed them in the hands of the
office boy, who appeared promptly J then
he turned to his wife.
"Well, Margaret, what is it t do you
want some money ? I cannot conceive of
anything less which could bring you
down here to-day !" He did not intend to be
unkind spoke half in jest, but, in her
mood, the words hurt her.
"No, Walden," she answered, "I did
not come for money this time ; I came for
something better than that."
Something in her tones struck him now.
He looked at her. There were tears shin
ing in her eyes. They touched him at
once. "Why, Margaret, what is the mat
ter T Has anything been troubling you ?'
She leaned forward ; the flush deepen
ing on her cheeks and lips. "Do you
know what day it is to-day, Walden, and
what it means to yon and me T"
He looked at her in a blank surprise.
"I don't understand yon, Margaret," he
said, for answer.
She came closer now. "It is the thir
tieth of May. It was jnst such a day as
this, Walden, fifteen years ago, that yon
told me that you leved me !"
Walden Richmond stared at his wife a
moment ; his face stirred a little, "Why,
Margaret, is it possible the memory of
that day is so much to you ft -
"So much to me, Walden t Do you re
member that day, fifteen . years ago this
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The mans face stirring mote and more;
a Ijght coming into his gray eyes. "Ah,
yes, Margaret, I remembered it and what
a picture Ton "were, with your face bush
ing and smflljng Ytfdejr tlftfc litge brown
hat perched on one side of your head. Ah,
Margaret, bqw heanHfa) jaj erein my
eyes at that time a angcj coming from day waned before they thought of start
heaven to meet me, it seemed, Cflujd have ing for home. At last, however, they set
no fairer face than yoursa pde Jopfced out, the old man and woman standing on
at it ndw,; with the' pleased"- tenderness of j
that old time in his eyes, and it flashed
and smiled again beneath him.
"And the dinner in the wide, old din
ing-room, with dear papa and mamma,
and the walks in the garden, and at sun
set that ride down the lanes and up into
the still woods, where you said to me ah,
Walden do you remember it all t"
"Yes, Margaret," and he took the hand
which had dropped on his shoulder, and
looked at the soft tender palm, aud the old
life and bliss flowed back upon the man's
memory. "Was it so long ago fifteen
years V he said, sadly.
"No," she answered. "This May day is as
fresh and young as that one was. Let our
hearts be also. Ah, Walden. I have been
thoughtless, impatient, foolish many times
in these years ; but it is ths Margaret of
that day who comes to you now, with t he
love and faith and happiness of that time
alive in her. Let us forgive and forget,
and be lovers again to-day."
"Ah, Margaret, it is I who ought to say
that, crushing up the soft, warm hand in
both his own.
Mrs. Richmond drew a long breath, and
glanced about the narrow, dingy office. It
was true, May sunshine was scattered
everywhere; and the winds astir among
young maple leaves, and the singing of the
robins came in pleasantly at the open
window.
"Let us keep the anniversary of this
day with the sunshine and grass and trees.
It is sacred to you and me, Walden."
He could not refuse any fancy of hers
to-day ; and so, though his business still
summoned him loudly, Walden Richmond
went out and gave a few orders, and then,
coming back, put all farther thought of
that aside for the day.
So they went out together to the old
borne, where Walden Richmond had first
seen and wooed his wife. It was a wide,
old, gray stone house in the midst of a
great, rambling garden, crowded with
shrubs and ancient fruit-trees. The place
was silent now, as though the sunshine
and the birds and quivering leaves had it
all their own way. Mrs. Richmond's fath
er and mother slept a little way off, under
a lower roof than the wide oue which had
sheltered them for so many peaceful years;
and an old man and woman kept the
house now and the garden from falling
into utter decay, and that was the most
vou could say of it. For the old air of
thrift and painstaking had departed from
house aud grounds. Yet everywhere there
was a wild affluence of life and growth ;
the green climbing vines, the shaking
snows of the apple blossoms, the pink
flushing of peach-trees, dark purple veins
along the ground, where the violets ran
riot, and blessed the warm, golden air
with the sweetness of their breath.
They rambled together everywhere,
among the green slopes of the terraces,
through the walks and by-paths, and
down among the thick bushes, for the
life of their youth had come back to this
man and woman, and seemed to fill their
veins with the old wine, the hope and the
gladness. They sat under the trees, and
and Mrs. Richmond took off her elegant
Paris hat. with its flowers and rib
bons, and laid it away in her handker
chief, and twined a wreath of the fruit
blossoms and soft, pink maple-buds and
violets, and set these ou head ; and hfcr
husband told her she was fairer now thau
she was even ou that day when he first
asked her to be to him what she had been
now these fifteen years.
A soft blush fluttered into the lady's
cheeks ; the tears clouded the light in her
beautiful eyes. "Ah, Walden, not all,
God forgive me. I have not been these
fifteen years all you asked me to be that
day."
"It is my fault then Margaret. You
should nof reproach yourself," kissing
away the sudden quiver upon the sweet
lips.
Some of the time they were merry, too ;
laughing over pretty jests, telling stories
of the past, chasping each other through
the overgrown walks, and sometimes they
were sad, talking of the dear old father
and mother, who slept through all the
happiness of their children, as pretty
soon we are all to sleep you and I also,
reader, under the grass and the daisies.
"It grieves me to see the old grounds
have this unkempt, neglected look," said
Mrs. Richmond, gazing all around her.
"What would dear papa have said T"
"If we could find somebody of the right
sort to put in here," answered her husband;
"but that is very difficult to compass."
At last they' went into the house. The
old man and woman, with their withered
faces aed snowy heads, who met them at
the door were delighted as children to find
Mr. and Mrs. Richmond once more under
their roof. They had been old
and friends of the latter' parents, and
had trotted the little girl on their knees,
and tossed the bright curly head and sweet
iace to tne ceiling, and field it there to
see the picture that it made shining against
the walls.
Walden Richmond and his wife roamed
over tne old rooms, and through dark
ways,' and wide, sunny passages, and
took dinner with the proud and happy old
people' in the dining-room, and talked
over the old days, the memories crowding
np so thick and fast upon them that the
the veranda: and watching them leave.
while the sunshine camp. dnrn vrith a ten.
der light shining upon the old faces. As
they drove hoine, If rs. Richmond turned
to her husband, saying, "Ah, Walden ! it
has been the happiest day that I have
known for years."
"It has been this to me also, Margaret.
How long it seems since we parted this
morning in the breakfast-room, and J
called you ah, Margaret ! my heart smote
me going down to the office afterwards,
though I might never have had the grace
to own it if all this had not followed."
"Ah, Walden ! my thoughts smote me,
too, before all the rest came suddenly up
on me."
"But what made the change? That is
what I want to know."
The lady mused a moment, the smile
steadying itself slowly in the gravity about
her lips.
"I think. Walden." she said at last, "it
was the face of that young girl I saw n
the window, in that little white cottage,
behind the clumps of syringas in the bit
of front yard ; a young, sweet face, full of
bloom and color, brought back ray old
youth to me in a moment, and the rest
followed the old home, the thought of
you ; and then I remembered that day,
aud that this was its anniversary ; and so
the flood came over my soul like the heav
ing of spring tides. But the sight of that
young girl's face in the window was the
first thing that roused me."
"I shall be that girl's debtor as long as
I live. I feel as though I wanted to do
her same good thing," said Richmond,
with a smile.
In a little while tliev drove past the
small house where the Aldrich family
lived. 1 he sunset gleamed brightly on
the front and among the syringa bushes
"There, Walden, that is the place,"
looking at the small house wisttully, as
though it was the face of a friend ; but
the blinds were closed, and no sweet face
shone at the windows.
"It is rather singular," said Mr. Rich
mond, "that this very morning that house
fell Into my hands. -I have been buying
a large tract of land, which included that
place. I had been debating the matter
some time with a business friend, but this
morning he made me an offer which clos
ed the bargain."
"What are you going to do with it all,
Walden T"
"improve the land, and put np new
buildings when the new railroad is open
ed, which it will be next fall : and then
the talk slipped away to other matters
and the little white cottage was forgotten
to bb continued.
The late Judge Mitchcl A Man who Never
Loved.
SUtesrlllc Correspondence of tbe Baleigh Ohser
Ter.j
Mr. T. S. Tucker in his eloquent re
marks at the recent meeting of the bar
at Statesville to express regret and pass
resolutions upon the death of the late Judge
Mitchel, spoke to this effect: "Judge
Mitchel was his preceptior. After he was
admitted to the bar he generously invited
him to occupy his library and make that
his office. He was thus intimately asso
dated with him for nearly ten years. One
Sunday morning while writing a letter
the Judge walked into his room and in
quired if he was at work on Sunday. Mr,
Tucker told him that he was writing to
his sweetheart. 'Well, replied the J udge
'that is no harm. Read me a page or two
of it.' After listening attentively a few
minutes, he said : 'there, that will do.
After a pause he said : 'I never loved.
thought I would wait until 1 could com
pleted my education. After completing
my education I determined to become a
lawyer. I then thought I would estab
lish a reputation at the bar before I mar
ried, and the truth is I have never found
time to think about it.' This was the
first aud only allusion to the subject du
ring the long and intimate association of
Mr, Tucker with him.
An Enormou Amount of Mail Matter.
The last few days have been signalized at
the New York postoffice by the receipt of
two of the largest mails ever known in
the history of the institution. Tbe one of
Friday last embraced over three hundred
thousand letters and papers, the accumu
lations of more thanour days, caused by
the stoppage of railway and mail traffic
on the principal trunk lines. When de
posited in the postoffice it filled ten and
a half great baskets, each weighing, with
its contents, two hundred and twenty-five
pounds. -
Moralists artf ' prone to talk" atdnt -the
slavery of fasbidn to winch Civilization
subjects men and women i But tin? slave
ry, is. due to vanity ; rather to civilization.
Savages live in that state of nature which
Is said to be one of ease and fredom. But
their vanity is strong, 'an to gratify it,'
they put themselves to as :'auy incon
veniences as does a fsshionable women or
a city dandy. Fashion in the Fiji Islands
commands that the women shall be tat
tooed at the corners of the mouths and in
other parts of the body. It is a painful
and tedious process. The skin is punct
ured by an instrument made of bone, and
a vegetable dye injected into the punct
ure. The women do not like to be tat
tooed; but it is the fashion, and they
might as well be out of Fiji as out of the
fashion. So they endure agony in order
to be fashionable.
When a festival approaches, al the
natives who belong to fashionable society
have their hair dressed. It is washed in
ime-water to make it frizzed and then
dyed in several colors, and arranged in
various ways. Several days are required
to get the head-dresses in shape. When
the hair is "fixed up;" the native, for fear
of disarranging it, sleeps on a pillow or
head rest made of a length of bamboo,
resting on short cross'legs. A Euro
pean would have a violent headache if he
rested five minutes on such a pillow.
Fashion may not wear out in Fiji, as
much apparel as it does in Paris. But
the Fijian is put to quite as much incon
venience to appear stylish as the Par
isian. A Long Service.-The official career of Chief
Justice Pearson, of our Supreme Court,
as to length of service, is almost without (
parcllel in the country. He was first elect
ed Judge of the Superior Courts, January
3d, 1837. On the 1 1th of December, 1843,
he was elected Judge of the Supreme
Court to supply the vacancy caused by the
death of Judge Joseph J. Daniel. In 1858
he was elected Chief Justice of the Su
preme Court, succeeding Chief Justice
Nash, deceased. His service runs through
more than forty successive years, a longer
period in the history of the State than
any other has held office, except the late
Wm. Hill, who was Secretary of State
nealy forty -six years consecutively. Ral.
News.
J. R. B. Adams, Esq., of Oak Forest,
Iredell county, fully endorses the account
given of Peter Stnart Ney by Col. T. F.
Houston, of Houstonia, Missouri, recently
published in the News. Mr. Adams, who
seems to have been well acquainted with
this mysterious personage, is satisfied
from his own original observations of the
man, that he was none other than the ver
itable Marshal, the fame of whose bravery
fills the world. There is one strong
point against the truth of this story
Peter Stuart Ney was a learned man; a
fine mathematician; "Tbe best linguist in
the western part of North Carolina" in his
day; a noted educator; a devotee to the
profession of teaching; a fine scholar nnd
courtly gentleman. Michael Ney was
never a scholar; he'had little classical ed
ucation; and it is hardly possible he could
have acquired the learning attributed to
Peter Stuart Ney after his military
career ended. However the story pos
interest, and we wish to see all the
light thrown upon it possible. Raleigh
Jaeics.
The Colored Insane Asylum, The
commissioners charged with the estab
lishment and location of an asylum for
the colored insane of the State met, acx
cording to agreement, in Wilmington last
Tuesday. The only business transacted
was the selection of Goldsboro as the
place of location. The female college in
this last mentioned town is one of the
places offered for the purpose, but no
definite arrangement has yet been made.
Ral. News.
Bitten by a Rattlesnake. Last Mon
day a colored girl about 13 years of age,
daughter of Richard Dunn, colored, who
lives on the premises of Mr Walter Jeff
reys, near Nense depot, this county, was
bitten by a rattlesnake. The snake was
soon killed and found to have four rattles.
The girl lingered till yesterday, when she
died iu great agony. The rattlesnake is
very rare in this section, and its appear
ance excites general consternation in the
neighborhood where it is discovered.
Ral. News.
The strikers in the coal regions of Penn
sylvania number 200,000. This includes
the miners and the employees of the rail
roads running among the mine. The
miners are desperate in their demand for
a restoration of their old wages. They
have been cut from $00 a month to $30,
and from $80 to $50. The State militia
can do nothing with them, and the Fed
eral troops are to be sent to the mining
district. Ral. News.
Louisiana. Louisiana is picking np.
The New Orleans Time says that planta
tions that a year ago could have been
bought at $15 per acre are now worth $25.
Sugar binds are now justly regarded as
among the safest and most reliable invest
ments. The Federal army and the carpet-baggers
went out together.
BRIEFS.
The strikers nearly scared to death the
goose that lays the golden eggs." Chicago
Tme$, - s
No innocent man ever gets killed n a
riot. He doesn't, go there. Burlington
Hmhtye ' ,.. ..... "it .w
The loss thus far ascertained, fromtbe
strikers and communists is put down at
twenty-six million five, hundred thousand
dollars. What they destroyed would have
fed the poor f the North aii ey tire ygar.
Inventors are hard at work on Wric
lights, and the Scientific Jwmcatf 'says
that undoubtedly- electricity will super
sede all other artificial' substances' for il-lamination.-
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The brick moulders and street force of
the gas company at Memphis have struck
jbr an advance of wages. The latter have
all been discharged by the company.
The Tobacco Croi Tobacco growers
tell us that the crop is not promising this
year. That which was plauted early grew
slowly, while that which was planted la
ter is iu danger of being caughtby the
frost. Greensboro Patriot.
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Mr. J. D. Whitaker, of Raleigh, writes'
to the News that his name was used in
connection with the Southern Underwri
ters' Association of that city without his
authority. That Association was a great
fraud, as nearly everybody believed from
the first.
The Georgia State Treasurer has made
a statement showing that the State debt
is $10,G45,897. The State is also liable
for the first mortgage bonds of the South
Georgia & Florida Railroad to the amount
of $404,000, and has a floating debt of
$100,000.
The Russian army is very scantily sup
plied with bauds, the men marching to the
music of their own song. We should think
that when a man had been compelled to
listen to a Russian song he would want to
fight somebody, if he had to walk one
hundred miles to find the man. Exchange.
As usual the gubernatorial contest iu
Massachusetts this fall will be a trian
gular one. The Democrats; it is believed
will select their candidate from a list of
four names, Charles Francis Adams, ex-
Governor Gaston, Mayor Prince, of Bos
ton, and Judge Abbott.
.Tubal Early is facetitious. He recently
told a Pennsylvanian at Sulphur Springs
that the city of York, Pa., still owes him
$71,400, with interest, on the assessment
of $100,000 made during his war raid,
and that he proposes to put the account
in the hands of a collector.
It is soothing and healing, in the midst
of all this craze and excitement, to turn
to the agricultural column. The good old
receipt, headed "Death to cabbage worms,"
is there, looking as practicable and emo
tional as ever. Courier-Journal. -
Above the clangor of the bell,
Above the baug of door,
Above the din of rumbling traiu,
Above the sleeper's snore .
"Ifs coming," thunders Vanderbilt,
"One hundred thousand more!"
Richmond Enquirer.
Yesterday Justice of the Peace Magi) in
issued a su poena duces tecMnTnpon R. W.
Best, Armstead Jones and Dr. G. W.
Blacknall, officers of the late Southern
Underwriters Association, to appearjbe
fore him this morning with the books,
papers &c, of the defunct Association.
RaU Nts.
A Nice Point. As the new magistrates
go in next month, but not to fill the va
cancies, the number of magistrates being
increased, the question arises who ist to,
issue execution on judgments ta.ken, be-,
fore magistratemow wtiiayed It looks,
like another casus omissus..
Old Times. A letter bearing a Confed
erate 10 cent stamp passed the inspection
of two Virginia Postmasters recently, and,
reached its destination unchallenged. The
postmark was written with a pen directly
under the stamp, and the likeness of Jeff.
Davis roust have stared the Postmaster,
full in the face.
A wife whipping was a sight in Congress
Park, Saratoga. The couple were fash
ionably dressed, and were guests at oneof
the best hotel s. The h usband used a cane
energetically on .Ms wife's back, and wan
arrested,. He gave his name as Benton,
which is said not to4e the truth, and at
ouce quit the village accompanied by his
wife.
Conundrums. Mrs. Brown has becj
accustomed every summer for the past
thirty years to tell Mr.. Brown not to sit
in his shirt-sleeves, and for first Time
that amiable man has retoited: "How
can a man sit in his shirt-sleeves
If the strikers couldn't live on the wages
they received before the strike, how do,
they manage to live now when they aro
not receiving anything t
There is a negro in Iberville parish t
La., 11C years old, who attends to a com
crop, catches drift wood, patches his
clothes, abuses "lazy niggers," has $300
cash and never pretended to have seen or
waited upon General Washing.
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