Pittston Gazette

              Oldest fewsoaoer in the Wyoming Valley PITTSTON, LUZERNE CO., PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1890. A Weekly Local and Family Journal, What Hurti Ton Don* Ti-Day? great deal in education after ail, isn't there?" ho went on confidentially; "and ilthough"—he lowered his voice and looked cautiously around him—"I believe that some of us here don't fancy her mother much, thore'a no doubt that Mrs. Randolph knows how to bring up her children. Some people think that kind of education is all artificial and lon't believe in it—but I do!" derrate the cause and be mortified at the insult she had given the family of hit old friend, or, more dreadful still, would he exaggerate her wrongs and seek a personal quarrel with the major. He was a man of quick temper and had the western ideas of redress. Perhaps even now she was precipitating a duel between them! Her cheeks grew wan again, her breath came quickly; tears gathered in her eyes. Oh, she was a dreadful girl. she knew it! She was an utterly miserable one, and she knew that too! "Oh, moli Dieu!" she said, dropping rapidly into( a different accent, with her white teotW and fixed, mirthless smile, "so it is a/claim for property, eh? You're wanting^noney—you? Tres bien. You forgetwe are in California, where one does npt own a Blave. And you have a fine story there, my poor friend. Very pretty, but very hard to prove, m'sieu. And these peasants are in it, eh? Working it on shares like the farm, eh?" the figure of Adele, her own perfect daughter. AN ANNIVERSARY GUIDE A BOLD RIDE TO DEATH. thing fired a volley over the beads of the horsemen, who were bat a few paces away. In making this movement the Fourth Alabama had marched to the rear of its brigade line about three hundred yards, the Intervening space being a wooded slope. When the Second battalion of Vermontert had passed the Alabamians they halted and re-formed at the base of a hill which it was the object of the charge to carry, and which if carried and held would take the entire right of the Confederate line in reverse. Toward this point the First battalion, led by Farnsworth, was now riding. BT EL .A WHtELItB WLVO X. "I don't think, my dear," said Mr. Mallory, as the anxious Rose flew into his arms on his return to San Jose a few hours later, "that it will be necessary for you to go back again to Maj. Randolph's before w& leave. I nave said •good-by for you and thanked tnem, and your trunks are packed and will be sent here. The fact is, my dear, you see this affair of the earthquake and the disaster to the artesian well have upset all their arrangements, and I am afraid that my little girl would be only in their way just now." i . i no* fT "D I saw t farmer when ihe day was dD:ne; Tbe wttin* odd had nought it-crinnix. bed, And tbe mild xtara came forward one by or.e; I aaw the sturdy farmer and 1 fail: "What have rou done to-day ? O, former, say ?" BILL NYE DEVOTES A LETTER TO TIN AND OTHER WEDDINGS THE CHARGE OF FARNSWORTH'8 THREE HUNDRED. If You Are Certain of Getting Gifti Enough to Pay for the Grub and Othei Taking Tlielr Liven In Their Hands They Gallop Two Miles Into the Enemy's "Oh, I're sown the wheat In yonder field. And pruned the orchard to increase the yield, An t turned the furro«s for a patch of c_.ri , . ThiC hare I done air.ee morn.'* With the consciousness that she was running away from these people and the shameful disclosure she had heard last night, the recollection of Adele's scandalous interpretation of her most innocent actions and her sndden and complete revulsion against all that she had previously admired in that household— to hear this man, who had seemed to ier a living protest against their ideas and principles, now expressing them and holding them up for emulation, almost took her breath away. Things Distributed, Go Ahead—If Ton "Well," said Dawson, slightly changing his position and passing his hand ever the horse's neck with a half wearied contempt, "one of these men is from Plaquemine and the other from Coupee. They know all the L'Hommadieu's history. And they know a streak of the tar brush when they see it. They took your measure when they came here last year and sized you up fairly. So had I, for the matter of that, when I first saw you. And we compared notes. But the major is a square man, for all he is your husband, and we reckoned he had a big enough contract on his hands to take care of you and L'Hommadieu's half breeds, and so"—he tossed the reins contemptuously aside—"we kept this to ourselves."Are Mot, Don't. Line* — Devoted llravery of Leaders [Copyright by Edgar W. Nye.] and Men Inwablacksmith in his mithy door. When the day had vanished and the west grew red. The reins were tightened, the pace lessened and at last fell to a walk. Conscious of her telltale eyes and troubled face she dared not turn to her companion to ask him why, but glanced across the fields. "Anxious Inquirer," of West Postelwaite's Crossing, this state, writes to know authoritatively the several names and table of distances between the various wedding anniversaries known throughout this country, and also the stationery and etiquette of the elite which is customary. "Anxious Inquirer" also adds: "We live plainly here in a sort of hand-to-mouth fashion, but we are great hands for gayety, and my husband would just make you die a-laughing when he gets to cutting up. Wherever he goes he is the life of the party. I call him Little Sunbeam, though he is quite good size, and has to have a new gore put into his waistcoat every year. Whether it ia a barn raising or a revival I care not, you will always find a group of surprised and delighted admirers hanging about my Little Sunbeam. We thought of having a tin wedding next season if we could get an idea of how to go at it, and quietly swap a few glad smiles and big red apples for milk pans and a new tin roof, mebbe, for the house. He is just as poplar as he can be (that is, my husband is), and I am sure the folks would come from as far back as East Turner and Gangrene City. Please tell us all About it, old man, and thus please one who reads everything you write and treasures it for years. I inclosq a piece of ribbon for you to write your autograph on in indelible ink for our grab bag. We have also wrote to Tallamadge and Mr. Sullivan to favor us in the same way. We asked Ingersoll, the lost and undone combustible of an irate God, to write a sentiment on a piece of silk for our quilt, and he wrote on it in indelible ink 8o's to spile the block it was wrote on: I Copyright hy Amerkfth Prcws Association.] Their route led along a valley, on one side of which, at the base of the hill, was a stone wall, and on the other side several Confederate regiments. Far ahead, and on a prolongation of the line of the stone wall, was the Fourth Alabama. Farnsworth charged along the stone wall In the Face of the enemy, and under a sharp fin it close quarters. The ground waa covered with rock and obstructed with tree*. Pressing on toward Devil's Den, where an Dther Confederate brigade awaited them rrvsburg s marked with in a n y grand (.'Dtw fitting for e 1 e b ra t i on in Try tliat minor ■ roic incidents e only in the ;mory of partic- Liits, in t radian Hi'.ci iu the obeli re unnala of limetit* One at of daring on lat iielil—not of t'kli's.i. useless And all the weary nols* and strife were o'er; 1 saw the kindly blacksm tb, and I said: "And you have seen Mr. Dawson, and you know why he sent for you?" asked the young girl with nervous eagerness. "What have you {1 ne to-day f O, blacksmith, say t" "When you first came I didn't get to know your name, Miss Mallory, but 1 reckon I know your father." "Ah, yes," said Mr. Mallory thoughtfully; "that was really important. You Bee, my child," he continued, taking her hand in one of his own and patting the back of it gently with the other, "we think, Dawson and I, of taking over the major's ranch and incorporating it with the Excelsior, to be worked in shares like the Excelsior, and as Mrs. Randolph is very anxious to return to the Atlantic states with her children it is quite possible. Mrs. Randolph, as you have possibly noticed," Mr. Mallory went on, still patting his daughter's hand, "does not feel entirely at home here, and will consequently leave the major free to rearrange by himself the ranchoon the new basis. In fact, as the change must be made before the crops come In, she talks of going next week. But if you like the place, Rose, I've no doubt the major and Dawson will always find room for you and me when we run down there for a little fresh air." "Ob, I hire mule two plowshare* all complete, And n Diled the rhoes on m ny a hoive'a f»et. And, O, my friend, I cannot tell you half !" The man CDf muscle answered with a l&u/b. Her father! What made him say thati She wanted to speak but she felt she could not. In another moment, if he went on, she must do something—she would cry! I HAVE A PRINTING PRESS. "I suppose that means that you intend to look after Maj. Randolph's well fox him?' she said dryly. got another hardier shrub to take his place. Possibly they got an orchid. I saw a miller when the day had gone. And all tha sau«hir.e from the hills had  And tender t-hadows crept acroas the lawn; I saw a dairy miller, and I said: "What have you done to-day I O, mMar grey f" The tin wedding occurs at the tenth anniversary. At twelve years silk and linen are the general characteristics. At fifteen years comes the crystal, at twenty the china, at twenty-five the silver wedding, at thirty pearl,at forty ruby and at fifty the golden wedding. The Beventy-fifth anniversary is called the diamond wedding, but very few succeed in getting that far hand in hand. the troopers divided into small parties, on the principle of "save himself who can." They were now for within the enemy's lines, and troops all along their pathway had been aroused by the bold dash. Near Devil's Den they passed a Confederate battery, and the supporting infantry gave them a volley. Farasworth's hone fell, and he mounted that of a trooper, »■"C with about a score or leas of followers ha turned on the back track. When he reached the hill near where the Fourth Alabama and the First battalion of Vermonters had met in encounter, the latter were mounting the slope toward the track taken by Farnsworth on going in, /writ** oJLS) lJUfc fMf "Yes," ho returned, without, noticing her manner, "and I think I can find that water again. I've been studying it up all night. And do you know what I'm going to do? I am going to make the earthquake that los. it help me to find it again." He paused and looked at hei with a smile and a return of his former enthusiasm. "Do yon remember the crack in the adobe field that stopped yon yesterday?" "I reckon you'll bo wanting to go tc the hotel first anyway?" , avado, but so Der, earnest work, under the spur of exilted, soldierly courage—is described in the iettysburg pages of The Century War 3ook, by Capt. H. C. Parsons, First Vermont Cavalry, who was one of the principals, as well as one of the victims, of the affair—Farnsworth's cavalry charge. Surely men never rode against greater obstacles and with so little hope of achieving great results. It was at the close of the third day of the battle, when Pickett's grand charge had been repulsed, and it was on the scene of Sickles' disaster of the second day. There! she knew it! He would keep on! And now she had burst into tears. "And now you want what, eh?" "O, 1 hare watched my mill from morn till night, Li 1 you ever see flour so raowy white ? And many are the m uths to- 'ay I've fed." The merry miller laughed as this he tald. "We want an end to this foolery," he broke out roughly, stepping back from the vehicle and facing her suddenly with his first angry gesture. "We want an end to these airs and grimaces and all this 'dandy nigger business.' We want an end to this 'cake walking' through the wheat and floating of the honest labor of your betters. We want you and your 'de Fontages' to climb down! And we want an end to this ropin' in of white folks to suit your little game. We want an end to your trying to mix your nigger blood with any one here, and we intend to stop it. We draw the line at the major." The mare was still walking slowly; the man was lazily bending over the shafts as if nothing had occurred. Then suddenly, illogically, and without a moment's warning, the pride that had sustained her crumbled, and became as the dust in the road. She burst out and told him—this stranger! this man she had disliked!—all and everything. How she had felt, how she had been deceived, and what she had overheard. 1 saw another when the eight drew nigh And turned each daily toll-r from bis task, When gold and ailrer cloudlets dec- el the fcky. "What hare you dooe to-day ? Drink-it ller, say t" Your job printer will show you what style of invitation to issue, so that you will have no trouble in regard to that. "Yes," said the girl, with a slighl shiver. As regards refreshments you must use your own taste, and conform somewhat to the customs of the place in which yon live. Some just pass around the victuals say about 9 or 10 o'clock, and let her go at that. A good idea is to avoid so far as possible going into perishable grub. Get things that will keep, and then serve after you have run your eye swiftly over the gifts. A friend of mine got all ready once to feed his guests with the fat of the land, but after seeing the layout he sliced a watermelon and went to bed, leaving word in an audible voice for the butler to turn off the gas as soon as the guests went home. "I told you then that the same cracl was a split in the rock outcrop furthei up the plain and was deeper. I am satisfied now from what I have seen that it is really a rupture of the whole strata all the way down. That's the one weak point that the imprisoned water is bum to find, and that's where the borer wil' tap it in that new well that the earthquake itself has sunk." !■/ But the driok-xeller turned with drooping bead. And n t Dsingle word in answer said. * h t ha1 be done t His work, he knew full well. Was plunging tools in deepest darkest hell I "Alts, drink-seller, on tMt awful da/ When death ahall call you, and your race is run. The defeat of Sickles' corps on the second day had driven the Union line on the extreme left about three-quarters of a mile from its original position, and on the third day the Union and Confederate main lines were parallel, north and south, the general direction of Cemetery Ridge. On the extreme Union left were the Round Tops, and in front of them several Confederate brigades. But the lines did not terminate here. Thb Union cavalry had been active on the first and second days, and had clang to the valleys south of Gettysburg, the road to Rmmettsburg, and the wide plains skirting the mountains. Stuart's Confederate cavalry was elsewhere, and played no part in the events on the Kmmettsburg road. "I thought as much," said her companion quietly, "and that's why I sent for your father." "And did you have all that in your mind, papa, wh6n you came down here? And was that what yon and Mr. Dawson wanted to talk about?" said the astonished Rose. "You sent for my father? When— where?" said Eose in astonishment. Lashed asshe had been by those words, apparently out of all semblance of her former social arrogance, a lower and more stubborn resistance seemed to have sprung np in her as she sat sideways watching him with her set smile and contracting eyes. How out you answer f What cu you then say When Qod shall quest! n you, 'What liaTe y»u done r "Yesterday. He was to come today, and if we don't find him at the hotel it will be because he has already started to come here by the upper and longer road. But you leave it to me, and don't you say anything to him of this now. If he's at the hotel Til say I drove you down to ■how off the mare. Sabe? If he isnt I'll leave you there and come back here to find him. I've got something to tell him that will set yon all right." He smiled grimly, lifted the reins, the mare started forward again, and the vehicle uxd its occupants disappeared in a vanishing dust cloud. It seemed to her now that she understood his explanation perfectly, and shi wondered the more that he had been s« mistaken in his estimate of Adele. She turned away a little impatiently and looked anxiously toward the point when Dawson had disappeared. Bent followed her eyes. "Mainly, my dear, mainly. You see, I'm a capitalist now, and the real value of capital is to know how and when to apply it to certain conditions." How oan you meet th - eye Of the Most High? When Bight approaches and the day grows lit*, Think you to And your way to Heaven*a gate ? Think yon to dw« 11 with tUe aoula of righteoui Thiak yon t) eater to f If not, wh Dt then f "And this Mr.—Mr.—Bent—do you think—he will go on and find the water —papa?" said Rose hesitatingly. "Ah," she said dryly, "so she is here. I thought so. Which of you is it, eh? It's a good spec; Mallory's a rich man. She's not particular." It was a crystal wedding, and he told me that eight of the guests clubbed together and bought him a glass marble with a little mud turtle in it. At first he thought that he would seek relief in the false joys of rum, but later on he yielded to better counsels and bought a present for one of these friends who was about to have a tin wedding. It was a thing to use in tearing off checks, and he made it himself out of an unsoldered oyster can. He also got the entire list of guests to unite with him in the expense. This did much to break up the custom of exchanging cookies for carved furniture, and prune sauce and a glowing welcome for a set of solid silver or cut glass. " 'Why in the name of that ill ventilated future state toward which I almost hope that you are hastening do you ask me to write my autograph on an old hat lining? R. G. Ingersoll.' "Ah, Bentl Tom Bent! Oh, yes," said Mr. Mallory with great heartiness. "Capital fellow, Bent! and mighty ingenious. Glad you met him! Well"— thoughtfully, but still heartily—"he may not find it exactly where he expected, but hell find it, or something better. We can't part with him, and he's promised Dawson to stay. Well utilize him, you may be sure." "Hell be here in a moment, Miss Mailory. He has to drive slowly through the grain, bat I hear the wheels. HC stopped, and his voice took np its previous note of boyish hesitation. "By th« way, 111 be going np to thj r.-,r.cuD .'iii afternoon to see the—major. Have von any message for Mrs. Randolph—or foi —Miss Adele?' The man had stopped as if listening, his head turned toward the road. Then he turned carelessly and facing her again waved his hand with a gesture of tired dismissal and said: "Go! You'll find your driver over there by the tool shed: He has heard nothing yet, but I've given you fair warning. Go!" Through Santa Clara Wheat On tbe third day h Union cavalry division of two brigades, under (Jen. Jodson Kilpatrick, held the ground south of the Round Tops and extending west ward acroea the Emmettsburg road. This line formed acompleterightangle with tbe main Union and Confederate lines, and was about one mile in length. Eight regiments of cavalry composed Kilpatrick's command, and on the Confederate side the line was held by skirmishers, with a detached regiment or two at tbe front, and a couple of batteries planted to sweep the approaches from the south. All of the region covered by the Confederates had been wrested from Sickles by Ijongstreet on tbe previous day, and as the Union cavalry men looked to the front they saw the annoying spectacle of the enemy's battle flags waving defiantly where the Stars and Stripes had floated proudly twenty hours before. They saw, moreover, that the Confederate force was weak on the second line, for as the day passed I*ong street had been called upon to put in every spare man for Pickett's charge further up the ridge. Kilpatrick's orders on coming to this position in the morning had been to harass Longstreet's exposed right flank and bring on a battle If he could. "The silk had been, I admit, the lining to Little Sunbeam's hat that he was married in, but I declare I didn't think that a man with as few privileges as Ingersoll has had would ever drop on it." MAP or OPERATIONS. and by which he was now returning. A stone wall parallel with their coarse separated the two battalions, and across their pathway was the Fifteenth Alabama, regiment, another Confederate command, that faced about and wheeled ont of line to resist the cavalry. When Faraaworth saw what he had in his front, and caught sight of the re-enforcements given to him by the First battalion, he lifted his sword on high as he rode, and by this silent yet magnetic signal ordered a grand charge to cat the way oat. It was the boldest and most desperate deed to be conceived of. There were do more than fifty men in the two parties. Both battalions had lost heavily in the ride, and detachments from each gone their own way to safety. The Fifteenth A1 shams was disputing their advance; the Fourth Alabama was behind them, and liong their left, between them and their Mends on Big Round Top, were half a doc*n Confederate commands ready in line. The Vermonters ruahed upon the Alabamlans lavagely. The latter held their fire and railed to the riders to surrender. The nspouse would be a saber stroke followed sy an answering bullet. Capt. Parsons, whose story of this fight is the fullest aosount ever printed, was shot from his lorse, with the rifle muscle held at his Dreast and while he was trying to saber he man who held it. By FBAHOIS BEET HABTE CHAPTER VL It was nearly noon when Mr. Dawson finished rubbing down his sweating mare in the little stable shed among the wheat. He had left Rose at the hotel, for they found that Mr. Mallory had previously started by a circuitous route for the wheat ranch. He had resumed not only his working clothes but his working expression. He was now superintending the unloading of a wain of stores and implements when the light carryall of the Randolphs rolled into the field. It contained only Mrs. Randolph and the driver. A slight look of intelligence passed between the latter and the nearest one of Dawson's companions, succeeded, however, by a dull look of stupid vacancy on the face of all the others, including Dawson. Mrs. Randolph noticed it and was forewarned. She reflected that no human beings overlooked naturally as stupid as that and were able to work. She smiled sarcastically and then began with dry distinctness and narrowing lips. Marriage anniversaries are ignored by some people, while others regard them with awe and admiration. It is well enough to observe them, especially if you feel that you are "poplar" with the masses, and can get a good return for each gob of cake that is ground into your ingrain carpet. [Copyright. AH rights racrvadL] He walked slowly back toward the shed as the woman, snatching up the reins, drove violently off in the direction where the men had disappeared. But she turned aside, ignoring her waiting driver in her wild and reckless abandonment of all her old conventional attitudes, and lashing her horse forward with the same set smile on her face, the same odd relaxation of figure and the same squaring of her elbows. Avoiding the main road she pushed into a narrow track that intersected another nearer the scene of the accident to Rose's buggy three weeks before. She had nearly passed it when she was hailed by a strange voice, and looking up perceived a horseman floundering in the mazes of the wheat to one side of the track. Whatever moan thought of her past life shp was flying from, whatever mean purpose she was flying to, she pulled up suddenly and as suddenly resumed her erect, aggressive stiffness. The stranger was a middle aged man, in dress and appearance a dweller of cities. He lifted his hat as he perceived the occupant of the wagon to be a lady. "I beg your pardon, but I fear I've lost my way in trying to make a short cut to the Excelsior's company rancho." It would seem that they did. And from certain interviews and conversations that took place between Mr. Bent and Miss Mallory on a later visit it would also appear that her father had exercised a discreet reticence in regard to a certain experiment of the young inventor of which he had been an accidental witness. CHAPTER Y. The sun, an hour high, but only just topping the greenish crests of the wheat, was streaming like the morning breeze * through the open length of Tom Bent's worirahed. An exaggerated and prolonged shadow of the young inventor himself at york beside his bench was stretching itself far into the broken down ranks of stalks toward the invisible road, and falling at the very feet of Bom Mallory as she emerged from them. She was very pale, very quiet and very determined. The traveling mantle thrown over her shoulders was dusty; the ribbons that tied her hat under her round chin had become unloosed. She advanced, walking down the line of shadow directly toward him. "I see," interrupted Bent carelcstly. "You don't want anything aai.1 about your coming here. I won't." "No," 6aid Rose hesitatingly, "and"- It struck her that he had no ulterior meaning in the suggestion. But before she could make any reply Dawson reappeared, driving a handsome mare harnessed to a light spider like vehicle. He had also assumed, evidently in great haste, a black frock coat, buttoned ovei his waistcoatless and cravatless shirt, and a tall black hat that already seemed to be cracking in the sunlight. He drove up, at once assisted her to the narrow perch beside him and with a nod to Bent drove off. His breathless expedition relieved the leave taking of these young people of any ceremony. The Prince of Wales told me that if he had his life to live over again he wouldn't go in for any of these things. In fact he had a tin wedding against his better judgment, he said, rather than have any trouble with his mother. She favored it and thought it would pay, but it didn't. He says that the way board is now it takes a good many long handled dippers to pay for one of these blowouts. After you and Little Sunbeam had been successfully wedded for one year you were entitled to a cotton or safety pin wedding. You could avail yourselves of the anniversary to barter popcorn for muslin if you had so decided. I do not know that it pays. His Royal Altitoodleum the Prince of Wales told me last summer in a burst of confidence, as we strolled out to the barn after the marriage of his daughter, that his cotton wedding was really a loss to him. Folks, he said, that had means, and had credit at the store fofall the sheeting and spreads and such sruff that they had a mind to buy, came to his house on that occasion, deposited in the royal archives a penny wipe or a cheese cloth portiere and then gorged themselves on the grub of the Guelphs till the cows came home, as he expressed it. THE ZXD. Overdoing It. Drummer—What do you mean by pounding on the door at this hour in the morning? I gave no order to be waked up. Colored Porter—I knows dat, boss, but I specs yertogibme half a dollar when you leabs de house, and I wanted to do snmfin to earn de money, so I jec pounded on yo' do' to make yer feel you wasn't bein' robbed.—Louisville Courier Journal. I have written the indelible autograph on the piece of silk sent me, "Anxious Inquirer," and return it to you along with the odor of benzine which accompanied it here when I received it. Use it wisely, and may it enhance the grab bag to such an extent that in future years when your sons shall write home from the penitentiary and give their autobiography they may point to this autograph and this grab bag, and say that it was then and there that they first learned the joys of gambling and of getting by chance what they might not by purchase. "I suppose," said Mr. Dawson, giving a half glance over his shoulder as they struck into the dusty highway—"I suppose you don't care to see anybody before you get to San Jose?" As things stood on the third day at Gettysburg, but two issues of battle were to be expected—either that Lee would push Lougstreet against Cemetery Ridge, fol lowing up his success of the second day, or that Meade would lunge out from the ridge and attempt to dislodge tangstreet and recover Emmettsburg road. Either issue would carry the battle along Kil Patrick's frout, the Confederate rear would be exposed to the Union cavalry, and here was the scene for a grand coup when the hour should arrive for a diversion in favor of the Union arms. Here Kilpatrick awaited with more or less activity in skirmishing until 5 o'clock p. m. Then came {he hush after the thunder of and storm of Pickett's charge. Several time* during the day isolated squadrons of cavalry had dashed through the Confederate skirmishers, penetrated the lines and found them weak. "I am afraid I will hare to trouble yon once more," she said, with a faint smite, which did not, however, reach her perplexed eye*. "Could yon give me any kind of a conveyance that would take me to San Joee at once?" The young man had started at the rustling of her drees in the shavings and turned eagerly. The faintest indication of a loos of interest was visible for an instant in his face, but it quickly passed into a smile of recognition. Tet she felt that he had neither noticed any change father appearance nor experienced any wonder at seeing her there at that hour. "I did not take a buggy from the house," she went on quickly, "for I left early and did not want to disturb them. In fact they don't know that I am gone. I was worried at not hearing news from my father in San Francisco since the earthquake, and I thought I would run down to San Jose to inquire without patting them to any trouble. Anything will do that yon have ready if I can take it at once." Still, without exhibiting the least surprise, Bent nodded affirmatively, put down his tools, begged her to wait a moment and ran off in the direction of the cabin. As he disappeared behind the -*d quite- against herself a back .t on tnd derd the ihook veil, lhe belength of "|fo—o—o," Bald Bose timidly. "And I reckon yon wouldn't mind my racin' a bit if anybody kem up?" "Miss Mallory, a young lady visiting us, went oat for an early walk this morning and has not returned. It is possible she may hive lost her way among your wheat. Have yon seen anything of her?" fCJ pD Her Klegsnce In Dickering. Farnsworth kept the lead in this bloody ace with fate, and with half a dozen men vaa hewing his way toward the Union ines when he fell exhausted from the loss Df blood from five wounds. With the ruling passion raging high, and his saber raised aa if to cleave some foeman's skull, he fell and lay outstretched—dead when he struck the earth. All of his wounds were mortal, and thus he wafrfive times slain before nature yielded up the hero's life. Capt. Cushman, of the First Vermont, fell with Faraaworth, but his wound waa in the face, and he fought on, like a hound, with his revolver until he fainted. Desperation seemed to hare seized upon every man in the charge. Privates followed the leaden at every turn, shouting, "I am with you." The casualties in the charging column numbered sixty-live. One hundred Confederate prisoners were taken from among those who attempted to stop the horsemen at the outpoets on the return. The charge was a success, so tar as the carrying out of orders was concerned. It created a diversion in favor of a counter charge by Meade from Cemetery Ridge after Pickett's failure. It throw the enemy on Lee's right into confusion, drew regiments out of line there, thus weakening the opposition to the Union troopa on Round Top. In brief, the lines of Longstreet were pierced, and had the movement been followed up by a sharp Union attack at the Round Tops and Devil's Den Lee's right would have been turned. Farnsworth and his gallant three hundred bravely performed the marvelous work that was cut out for them. "No." After two years comes the leather wedding, and in five years from the nuptials comes the wooden wedding. A clergyman friend of mine had a wooden wedding in all sincerity and honesty of purpose. Donations had taught him not to hope for anything more than kind expressions and some new samples of hair oil on his wall paper, but he loved his congregation, and liked to show as far as possible that even if he did feel a little more secure for the future than they did, he was not disposed to refer to it any more than necessary. He was a good man, and he earned his salary just as faithfully as he would if he had got it. "The mare's sort of fastidious about takin' anybody's dust." "Is she?" said Rose, with a faint smile. Dawson raised his eyes from his work and glanced slowly around at his companions as if taking the heavy scene ol the assembly. One or two shook theii heads mechanically, and returned to their suspended labor. He said coolly: "Awful," responded her companion. "And the queerest thing of all, she can't bear to have any one behind her either." "You are in it now," said Mrs. Randolph quickly. Should your printer be unable to sup?»ly you with the appropriate stationery or your anniversary I will be glad to do your work and furnish you with what you need. I have a neat little printing press, which I secured by getting a new subscriber and thirty-five cents for a paper which desired to extend its circulation so that it could do a good deal more good than it had ever been able to do before. It is a good little press, but is really better, I find, as a cider press than for printing. It it too earnest and too desirous of making a deep impression, I think. It would be a good machine to prepare reading matter for the blind, because it can be read better on the back than on the front, and easier by touch than by sight. I had intended to touch briefly upon the great solemnity of the marriage relations and the horrors of married life, but I find that I have not the time or space for it. "Thank you, but where can I find the farm house?" He leaned forward with his expression of humorous enjoyment of some latent joke and did something with the reins— Rose never could clearly understand what, though it seemed to her that he simply lifted them with ostentatious lightness—but the mare suddenly appeared to lengthen herself and lose her height, and the stalks of wheat on either side of the dusty track began to melt into each other, and then slipped like a flash into one long, continuous, shimmering green hedge. So perfect was the mare's action that the girl was scarcely conscious of any increased effort; so harmonious the whole movement that the light skeleton wagon seemed only a prolonged process of that long, slim body and free, collarless neck, both straight as the thin shafts on each side, and straighter than the delicate ribbonlike traces which, in what seemed a mere affectation of conscious power, hung at times almost limp between the whiffletree and the narrow breast band, that was all that confined the animal's powerful forequarters. So superb was the reach of its long, easy stride that Rose could scarcely see any undulation in the brown shining back, on which she could have placed her foot, nor felt the soft beat of the delicate hoofs that took the dust so firmly and yet so lightly. "There is none," she returned with her old superciliousness, "unless you choose to give that name to the shanties and sheds where the laborers and servants live, near the road." She felt that they were lying. She was only a woman against five men; she was only a petty domestic tyrant. She might have been a larger one, but she had all the courage of that possibility. "Nobody here seems to." If a stampede of Confederate pickets and artillery could be started there the enemy in front of the Round Tops would be put in danger, and if pressed by Meade's infantry in front, could be driven across the valley* and plains to the hills, whence they had issued on the 2d to attack Sickles. A soldier might suppose that the slightest advantage on the Union side would be followed by an immediate advance of infantry upon the Confederates at Devil's Den and the Round Tops. This would place them between two fires if Kilpatrick got to work in the Confederate rear. The stranger looked puzzled. 'Tm looking for a Mr. Dawson," he said reflectively, "but I may have made some mistake. Do you know Maj. Randolph's house hereabouts?" "Maj. Randolph and my son are away," she went on, drawing herself erect. "But I know that the major will pay liberally if these men will search the field, besides making it all right with your employers for the loss of time." Miss Dukesmith (in the parlor)—No; mamma never patronizes the town stores. Her taste is so delicate and refined that everything, even to the smallest detail of shopping, is done in New York. "I do. I am Mni. Randolph," sht said stiffly. Well, he had a wooden wedding, and his wife reversed the skirt of her black drees and put in new waist and sleeves for the occasion, and cooked up a whole lot of wholesome victuals and bought some Chinese lanterns with the money her folks had sent her to buy other things The stranger's brow cleaied and he smiled pleasantly. "Then this is a for- Mre. Dukwanith (at that moment an-' Dawson uttered a single word in a low voice to the man nearest him, who apparently communicated it to the others, for the four men stopped unloading and moved away one after the other, even the driver joining in the exodus. Mrs. Randolph smiled sarcastically; it was plain that these people with all their boasted independence were quite amenable to pecuniary considerations. Nevertheless, as Dawson remained looking quietly at her, she said: tunate meeting," ho said, raising liis hat again as he reined in his horse beside the wagon, "for I am Mr. Mallory, and I was looking forward to the pleasure of presenting myself to you an hour or two later. The fact is, an old acquaintance, Mr. Dawson, telegraphed me yesterday to meet him here on urgent business and I felt obliged to go there first." Between 5 and A o'clock, after Pickett's charge, Capt. Parsons says he heard an orderly, riding from the main army, call out to Kilpatrick that the charge had been repulsed. Gen. Elou J Karnsworth, commanding a cavalry brigade, had here with him the First West Virginia and the First Vermont regiments. The First West Virginia charged upon the Confederate picket reserve, and was repulsed after two attempt* The Second battalion of the First Vermont was on skirmish duty, and the First and Third, numbering about 800, were a.l that remained for a final effort. It was to be directed to the Confederate lines on the high ground opposite Big Round Top, striking them in the rc.-.r wheat she lapsed suddenl j the work bench, I . recovered moment after, leaning with her against it, her hands grasping either side and her knit brows - termined little face turned to\ road. Thai she stood erect again, the dust out of her skirts, lifted hei wiped her cheeks and brow witl ■corner of a small handkerchief and gan walking up and down the' Ihe shed as Bent reappeared. He was accompanied by the mat had first led her through the wheat gawd upon her with apparently enriosity and concern that the othei lacked. "Too want to get to San Jose as q as you can?" he saM interrogatively. "Yea," she said quickly, "if you However, I may say in conclusion, that marriage, if not carried to excess, is a wise provision and a sacred obligation. Marry your opposite so far as possible, especially as regards sex. You will never regret it. If possible marry above your own station. Both of you should ao this. It is sure to advance your race. Do not marry a foreigner unless highly indorsed by those in whom you have perfect confidence, or unless you want to very much indeed. Mrs. Randolph's eyes sparkled with a sudden gratified intelligence, but her manner seemed rather to increase than »bate its grim precision. "Then I suppose they've concluded to go and see?" GEO. L. KHMER "No, I've sent them away so that they couldn't hear." "Our meeting this morning, Mr. Mallory, is both fortunate and unfortunate, for I regret to say that your daughter, who has not been quite herself since the earthquake, was missing this morning and has not yet been found—though we have searched everywhere. Understand me," she said, as the stranger started, "I have no fear for her personal safety—I am only concerned for any indiscretion that she may commit in the presence of these strangers, whose company she would seem to prefer to ours." The Result Resulted. who in the rear of the house)—'F youH throw in another yard of that tape, an' gimme four packs of hair pin/ an' two lamp wicks, with one 'r them cellerloid collar buttons for my husban', you needn't five me no change from that quarter.— udge. In the last Ohio legis lature was * repress* tutive who had been elected and re-elected until he was serving his fifteenth term. At the opening of the session the first hill introduced was to grant authority to a certain Thomas Shields to construct a. on a certain river. Some one hunted  that this bill had been regularly introu. Cd and as regularly killed through the efforts of the old timer at every session for a dozen years, and when he was asked to explain he said: "It's just this way: A dam there would be all right, but Shields is down on me, and the minute a bill is passed he will lay for and give me a whaling. So long as I can stave off hit bill he will let me alone, hoping to get it through the next session." "But the people favor a dam there, and it is hardly fair to keep them out of one because you and Shields have a quarreL" He ill the had "What I've got to say to you." "Hear what?" She looked at him suddenly. Then she said with a disdainful glance around her: "I see I am helpless here, and, thanks to your trickery, alone. Hare a care, sir. I warn you that you will have to answer to Maj. Randolph for any insolence."The rapidity of motion which kept them both with heads bent forward, and seemed to force back any utterance that roee to their lips, spared Rose the obligation of conversation, and her companion was equally reticent. But it was evident to her that he half suspected she was running away from the Randolphs, and that she wished to avoid the embarrassment of being overtaken even in persuasive pursuit It was not possible that he knew the cause of her flight, and yet she could not account for his evident desire to befriend her, nor above all for his apparently humorous enjoyment ol the situation. Do not encourage long engagements. It is better to get weary of each other at your leisure after marriage than to fly around and do so beforehand. Courtship, however, is a most delightful industry, and should not be rashly broken in upon by marriage. Some people seem to be admirably fitted for suitors, but fail in other occupations. This is very unfortunate indeed. No suitor can be sure of a permanent situation. The supply greatly exceeds the demand, but good husbands and wives are none toe Til ATI tV. help mm." - "You walked *11 the way from the major's here?" he went on, without taking his eyes from her face. "Yes," she answered, with an affectation of carelessness she had not shown to Bant. "But I started very early—it vm cool and pleasant—and didn't seem far." "Ill pot yon down in San Joee inside the hour. You shall have my horse and trotting sulky and 111 drive you myself. WUl that do?' She looked at him wonderingly. She had not forgotten his previous restraint and gravity, but now his face seemed to have relaxed with some humorous satisfaction. She felt herself coloring slightly, but whether with shame or relief she could not tell. Prospector—If you are at all interested in geological specimens, madam, will you not accept some of those beautiful specimens of quartz? Wanted Something Smaller. "I reckon you won't tell Maj. Randolph what I have to say to you," he returned coolly. "But I don't understand yoh, madam," said Mallory sternly. "You are speaking of my daughter and"-;— "Excuse me, Mr. MalloVy," said Mrs. Randolph, lifting her hand with her diyest deprecation and her most desiccating smile, "I'm not passing judgment or criticism. I am of a foreign race, and consequently do not understand the freedom of American young ladies and their familiarity with the opposite sex. I make no charges; I only wish to assure you that she will no doubt be found in the company and under the protection of her own countrymen. There is," she added, with ironical distinctness, "a young mechanic—or field hand, or quack well doctor, whom she seems to admire, and with whom she appears more or less on equal terms." Her lips were nearly a grayish hue, bntshe said scornfully: "And why not? Do you know who you are talking to?" Mrs. Mushroom—They are almost too large for me to carry. Have you no pints?—America. THE PRINCE OF WALES TOLD ME. with, and she skipped around for days warbling such mirth provoking songs as "I Stood on the Bridge at Midnight," and other ballads that were too depressing to be wicked. The man came lazily forward to the carryall, earelesslv brushed the uacjc reins, ana resting ms eiDows on the horse's back laid his chin on his hands as he looked up in the woman's face. The Brutn. If the United States government would establish a standard of excellence foi suitable husbands under 80, and able, amiable and sensible wives under the same age, and award a medal to each and a purse annually instead of oiling the thorax and patting the back of capital we would never have cause to regret it. Wedding anniversaries containing popcorn and presents of course are within the scope, jurisdiction and prerogative of those who are interested, and may be encouraged or frowned upon as best suits those who may or may not be willing to place themselves in a position where the positive electrode of pie and angel food may be applied in such away as to connect with the electrode of pin cushions and congratulations. Mrs. Cumso—Take care how you hold the baby, John. The sun is shining on his face. "But I don't propose to invite a pound* tag." Had he taken it gravely she might have been tempted to partly confide in him and ask his ad vice. Was she doing right, after all? Ought she not to hava stayed long enongh to speak her mind to Mrs. Randolph and demand to b« sent home? No! She had not only shrank from repeating the infamous slander she had overheard, bnt she had a terrible fear that if she had done so Mrs. Randolph was capable of denying it, or even charging her with being still nnder the influence of the earthquaks shock and of walking in her sleep. Nol She could not trust her—she could trust no one there. Had not even the major listened to those infamous lies? Had she not seen that he was helpless in the hands of this cabal in his own household—a cabal that she herself had thoughtlessly joined against him? Days passed, and then at last came the evening tide and quite a number of people, who looked with a keen, searching glance at all the parsonage properties, as who should say we paid for this and we have a right to see what is being done with it. They put up their horses and came in. They shook hands with the pale pastor and presented him with a Btepladder. Mr. Cumso—I don't care. I've often thought a tanning would do him good.— Munsey's Weekly. A VOLLEY WA8TED. Later an, when the bill came np, a number of the members rushed it through against the protests of the old-timer. When he found defeated he said: "Well, you will se* what the result will be. IN e got to get ready for a licking." "Yes, I know who Tm talking to," he said coolly. "But as the major don't, I reckon you won't tell him." When the order was given by Kilpatrick to Farnsworth the brave soldier, who had Just been awarded a general's star for gallantry put in a manly and respectful protest. He had but a handful, the ground was rough, barred by fences and walls and strewn with bowlders, and the enemy oocupied every good position in force. This was briefly stated by Farnsworth, but Kilpatrick answered impetuously that If he That I» Why. "A toad gets angrier than any other animal." "Stand away from that horse," she ■aid, her whole face taking the grayish color of her lips, but her black eyes growing smaller and brighter. "Hand me those reins and let me pass. What canaille are you to stop me!" Three days later, as some members were going home from an evening session, they found a bundle of something against a fence. When lifted np and undone it proved to be the mashed remains of the objector to the mill dam. They recovered consciousneM when handled, and when one of the finder* asked what had happened a voice faintly answered:"1 shall be so much obliged to you," the replied hesitatingly, "and so will my fattier, I know." "I wonder why?" "I snppose it i» because if he loses his temper at all he gets- hopping mad."— Epoch.  "I reckon," said the man, with the Quite a good address was made by Mr. Earnest Patterson, who did not feel able to give anything except the address, so they let him off with that. He went on to state bow it was emblematical of the pastor's upward tendency, and closed with a fitting tribute to the pastor's good Qualities and the general advantage of being born in the land of gospel lights and privileges as contrasted with heathen lands, where people do not read the papers, but persist in being born at points where it is inconvenient and expensive to send the Rev. Samuel Jones, of Georgia. He seemed to express a hope that he would ultimately meet the pastor in a land where parting would bo no more, and where the elder would be required to give an account of his stewardship, also to have the above stepladder with him in good order, or explain why it was not in good order. «une look of amused conjecture. Then, •with a quick assuring nod, ho turned •way and dived into the wheat again. "You're all right now, Miss Mallory," •aid Bent complacently. "Dawson will fix it. He's got a good horse, and he's a good driver, too." He paused, and then added pleasantly, "I suppose they're all well up at the house?" It was so evident that his remark carried no personal meaning to herself that ihe was obliged to answer carelessly, "Oh, yes." "I suppose you see a good deal of Miss Randolph—Miss Adele, I think you call her?" he remarked tentatively, and with a certain boyish enthusiasm which ■he had never conceived possible to his nature. "I thought so," returned the man without altering his position. "You don't know me. You never saw me before. Well, I'm Jim Dawson, the nephew of L'Hommadleu, your old master!" Mallory regarded her for a moment fixedly, and then his sternness relaxed to a mischievously complacent smile. "That must be young Bent, of whom I've heard," he said, with unabated cheerfulness. "And I don't know but what she may be with him after all. For, now I think of it, a chuckle headed fellow of whom a moment ago I inquired the way to your house told me I'd better ask the young man and young woman 'who were philandering through the wheat* yonder. Suppose we look for them? From what I've heard of Bent he's too much wrapped up in his inventions for flirtation, but it would be a good joke to stumble upon them." (Farnsworth) refused to obey orders he would lead the charge himself. The reply to that waa as impetuously given. Farnsworth declaring that he would obey orders and go wherever his men went. The distance to be covered was 800 yards in a bee line, but there was a wooded hill to be passed oy a detour that would more than double the distance. Alice—Why, Edith, is that yon? What a pretty bonnet you have on! Edith—Do you think I look well in it? A Compliment. "I met Shields hero about half an hour ago, and the result resulted just as 1 said it would. He not only pounded me, but h* added the twelve year*' interest,"—New York Sun. She gripped the iron rail of the seat as if to leap from it, but checked herself suddenly and leaned back with a set ■mile on her mouth that seemed stamped there. It was remarkable that with that smile she flung away her old affectation of superciliousness for an older and ruder audacity, and that not only the expression but the type of her face appeared to have changed. Alice—Yes, indeed — I hardly knew you.—Munsey's Weekly. You can suit yourself, "Anxious Inquirer," but as you gaze fondly on the tin caster which marks your silver wedding, and dig the jam out of your hair on the morning after your anniversary, please do not shake your mucilaginous locks at me and say I did it, for I did not. She Wu Very Deaf. It W»« Wrong. Everywhere there were obstructions, Including an ever vigilant enemy. At the end of the ride there was a brigade of Confederates to be encountered on their own ground. War never called for more exalted daring than this—to dash threequarter!} of a mile under fire into the enemy's lines, subject to surprise and ambush, and with 300 troopers battle with 8,000 infantrymen on their own ground. There was once an old lady of Boston who was very deaf and being very old shC did not read much. One Fourth of July the Boston artillery fired a hundred guni on the Common to usher in the day.. Th« old lady had forgotten the day and sh« sat in her room near the Common, knit' ting. Every now and then she would fidget a little, look toward the door and then resume her knitting. Finally th« hundredth was fired, with a big charge ol powder, and the old lady gave a sudden start, looked up keenly and said: Stern Parent—This is a nice time to come down in the morning, John. Look at my watch; 9:801 Now, is this right? Young Hopeful—No, sir; it's not right; it's fast.—America. They had reached the first slight ascent. Her companion drew out his watch, looked at it with satisfaction and changed the position of Ms hands on the reins. Without being a'*e to detect the difference she felt they were slackening ■peed. She turned inquiringly toward him. He nodded his head with a half ■mile and a gcrture to her to look ahead. The quires of San Jose were already faintly upWtlnj from tiio distant fringe of oaks. "I don't say," continued the man quietly, "that he didn't marry you before he died. But you know as well as I do that tho laws of his state didn't recognise the marriage of a master with his octoroon slave. And yon know as well as I do that even if he had freed you he couldn't change your blood. Why, if I'd been willing to stay at Avoyelles to be a nigger driver like him the plantation of "De Foutages," whose name you have taken, would have been left to m If you had staid there you might have been my property instead of your Owning a square man like Randolph. You didn't think of that when you cams hack did rou?" ha addad flousrMdli!^ or No Personal Interest. Wicks—Do you know how to address a gentleman? Gaggles—I do, but pray how can that interest you?—Boston Times. No Novelty, Farnsworth gave the order coo!!;,- to the devoted men, of whom he L.ul just remarked to his chief that t'.iey were "too good to kfll." The battalions passed out in separate lines, in order to pass around the hill in front by opposite paths meeting on the other Bide. The leader rode with the Third battalion, which passed to the right of the hill. The Second battalion had a road and cleared fields to pass over, but their movement was the more exposed, and a Confederate regiment in front of Big Round Top, the Fourth Alabama, was faced about to meet them. Taking a position on a hill the Alabamians found the Vermonters riding ftp the alone, and in their haste to do gpQft- Mrs. Randolph's eyes sparkled with a mingling of gratified malice and undisguised contempt for the fatuous father beside her. But before she could accept or decline the challenge It had become useless. A murmur of youthful voices struck her ear, and she suddenly stood upright and transfixed in the carriage, for lounging down slowly toward them out of the dim green aisles of the arbored wheat, lost in themselves and ths shimmering veil of their seclusion, cams the engineer, Thomas Bant, and on his inn, iwiin injtsnntmslr *ntn hitJbflfc American Millionaire (in Paris, proudly)—My daughter is being waited upon by a duke. "Yen," she replied a little dryly. "She "There! I was sure somebody was knock ing. Come in."—Exchange. to the only young lady there." Shi •topped, remembering ACVle'« naive de •cnption of tlia man before her, anc Mid abruptly, "Yon know her then?" "A little," replied the young man modestly. "I we bar pretty often when think so?—and yetahe*! Mag simple mi Mtoal m » mmti 11111 XfaKfej r.r " '• D• ji :'r; " ■ V Bunting—It is odd that McWatty is such a pessimist Larkin—Yes; he's never happy unless he's miserable.—Judge. A Confirmed Cjmlo. The people then played some games, ate what cake they did not feed to the children in the pastor's bed, broke a leg off a hair cloth lounge and propped it up with the encyclopedia, drove their teams over thecucu-.u1 • in"sn-id went home. Old Traveler—Well, dukes make excellent waiters. There are several of them in our restaurant, too. — Good News. So toon! In half an hour she would be there, and then! She remembered suddenly she had not yet determined what to do. Should she go on at once to Bra Fraadsoo, or telegraph to her father and await him at San Joea. la either case a new fear of the precipitancy of her action and the inadequacy ot bar reasons bad sprung up tn bar iwnd Would hat fsdhsi iinrtrnt—fl bM Ifmlfl \m m The flag bears the arms of the city, * shield, whereon are two beavers, two casks and the arms of a windmill, with rapportera, a sailor (dexter) and an Indian (slnls tarV, and with a crest, an eagle resting on a hau globe. The beavers, casks' and windmill sails typify industry; the sailor staada for the coiarTK"-D of the city; the Indian for the original n_i.ieior» of Manhattan Island; the «sgle typifies empire or pi% •minence.—D+aw York Sun. What the New York City Flag Typifies. The thickest octavo volume in the world known is the latest edition of Whitaker's "Reference Catalogue of English Literature." This book weighs twelve pounds and is eleven inches in thickness. Favorably Impressed. He died last year, just before time to celebrate his tin wedding. I have always believed that a porterhouse steak would have saved his life. His congregation submitted to the inevitable and Interviewer—Are you favorably impressed with this country? Eminent Lecturer—Very. I'm raking in a thousand dollars a week.—New York Weekly. —