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UETTlXa AT THE l'OT\T.
a parody.
Of course it >vas a sin
For him to stick a pin
In the chair
Where his parent often sat,
lint he <lidn't think of that—
Didn't care.
On the cushion soft and fat
Lay iiis father's Sunday hat.
Aud he knew
That he'd never stop to look
I'ur the tiny, pointed hook
Sticking through.
So behind the lounge he got,
For he thought he'd rather not
Be around
When the parent raised the hat
And upon the pin-point sat—
Judgment sound.
Then he heard his father's step,
And another, but he kept
Like a mouse.
The new parson, sure as fate,
Moved into the place of late,
Souls to rouse.
Host from chair removed his hat,
Made him scat himself in that.
And he did.
From inspired lips there fell
Karnest words and curdling yell
All unhid.
Now that, boy has lost his vim,
And a seat that, just suits him
Must be soft.
And he wears a weary frown.
Hue you'll note he don't sit down
Very oft. —.V, Stu
MARRIED IT SIGHT}
Or, the Urnrtni strr-et 11 U<\
It was a clear, blight, sunshiny day
ou the 14th of F> br- ary, 18—, when a
young Southerne.', passing down Wash-
ington street, near the South Church,
was accosted by a giil apparently about
eighteen, well cl,c->sed, hut not in the
extreme of fashion, and of a peculiar
beauty and loveliness that almost baffles
description.
Her t stcful h, t, but half concealed
the finest head of g!o.-sy, "jet black hair
in the world, v liicli played in many
ringlets over amok t f surpassing white-
ness and beauty. Her ioieliead was
high, but white and smooth as Parian
marble; while her large eyes beamed
forth an intensity of feeling which im-
pressed those w ho saw her with emo-
tions of pity and almost of reverence.
ller manner was somewhat wild and
singular, nevertheless the Southerner,
too well bred to turn haughtily, listened
to the fair girl, whose tones of earnest
entreaty were evidently making sad
havoc with the poor fellow's heart.
The Southerner, a practicing lawer in
Richmond, Va., had just arrived in Bos-
ton, where he had come to attend to cer-
tain matters of business connected with
his profession. He was quite familiar
with the city, having, some three years
previous, graduated at a university near
Boston. But, familiar as he was with
many of the peculiarities of cities, he
felt indeed surprised at tho idea of a
young and beautiful stranger stopping
him in the street to ask him the singular
question:
"Will you marry me, sir?"
Now, Charles Knowlton—or, as they
called him at home, Charles Knowlton,
Esq.,—was young, and a bachelor; aud,
like most other young bachelors, intend-
ed to marry tome time or other, but the
idea of being forced into matrimony,
without a morceut's warning, and with-
out knowing anything about the lady
who was to be his bride, except that she
wasyoung and handsome, rather startled
him from his propriety,* and for a mo-
ment it must bo confessed he stood gaz-
ing with astonishment upon the lovely
maiden, whose bright eyes seemed to
flash every moment with redoubled bril-
liancy.
The proud lip of the fair girl was
seemingly just beginning to curl in
scorn, as she witnessed the young man's
hesitation. She curbed her feelings,
however, for tho time, looking once more
upon him with her bright, beautiful eyes,
and repealing, with still more earnest-
ness, if possible, her former inquiry :
"Will you marry me, sir?"
Startled from his reverie, at the sound
of her voice, he was once more aroused
from the statuo-lik» posture into which
he had fallen on first seeing her, though
ho still continued to gaze upon the love-
ly being before him without uttering a
word.
"I must leave you then, sir," she con-
tinued, "though Heaven alone knows my
misery. It is true I am asking of yon a
strange favor. I cannot indeed blame
you, but I may yet find one whose man-
liness of heart will lead him to compas-
sionate my i resent situation. Once
more, sir, and for the last time, permit
mo to ask you:—
"Will you marry mo, sir?"
And here, overcome by her feelings,
tho tears began to dim her beautiful
eyes, while she turned to hide her fall-
ing tears, and sobbed aloud.
The young lawyer felt keenly the awk-
wardness of his position, and politely
tendering his arm to the lady for a stroll
up tho street, inwardly resolved to learn
m jre about the case if possible, the af-
fair seemed to be so novel and singular.
One moment he fancied her insane; but j
the calm, peaceful expression upon her |
countenance, now that she had adopted :
him as her protector, utterly forbade j
such a thought.
With the gallantry, romance, and per-
haps we may say impetuosity, peculiar
to Southern character, Charles immedi-
ately determined to put tho best con-
struction upon tho matter, treating the
ease as oue really deserving his best ser-
vices aud sympathy.
Knowing it to be past the regular din-
ner hour at the Tremont, where ho was
then stopping, and to escape tho noise
aud confusion of the street, Charles pro-
posed to the lady the propriety of ad-
journing to one of the nearest saloons,
where the subject could be discussed
more quietly and satisfactorily with the
aid of a cup of nice French coffec, and
some little refreshments. A moment
later we find the pair in the elegantly
appointed and beautifully furnished es-
tablishment known as .
A thousand ill-defined thoughts pass-
ed through the young man's mind. As
we have already remarked, he, was high-
ly romantic, yet he felt that he was a
man aud that a lovely woman, apparent-
ly in distress, was before him.
' "Are yon in want of money, lady?"
asked hr.
"No, sir, nothing of the kind."
" Cannot I be of service in some other
way than that which you propose?"
"Indeed, sir, yon cannot."
"Were I to comply with your reqnest
might it not possibly hereafter cause yon
some regret?"
"Regret! nay, sir, do not mock me."
" Pardon my seeming rndeness;
madame, aud once more tell me truly,
how alone I can best serve you."
"Marry me."
"Marry one v. hom I have known only
for a single half hour?"
"Aye, marry me. trus* me, I am not
deceiving you. Hereafter you shall
know all, but if you still have any faith
in humanity, marry me, and do it at
one"'"
"By Heaven! I will," exclaimed the
young lawyer, almost before he was
aware of it.
However, he had pledged his word,
and he determined to abide by the issue,
j "Are you ready now ?" quietly observ-
ed tho lady.
"Excuse me, madame, I will be in a
few moments. You know—"
"Certainly, sir; you will find it there.
Let this suffice for the present," and the
lady politely offered a card npon which
was neatly engraved the name "Henriet-
ta Howard," and just below the address,
"—, Beacon street."
Stepping into a carriage, summoned
for the occasion, the young lawyer, ac-
companied by the lady, drove to the of-
fice of the City Registrar.
Everything in this department being
arranged, tho couple forwith presented
themselves beforo the Mayor, who was
not long in performing the ceremony
that should bind two willing hearts in
one, "for weal or woe," until death
should them part.
A few moments later, and the young
Southerner,, accompanied by his wife,
stepped into tho carriage. The steps
were put up, tho door closed, and the
hackman stood awaiting orders.
"To the Tremont House," said the
bridegroom.
"Excuse me, Charles; why not to our
own house?"
"To our own house!"
"Certainly, my love."
The poor lawyer looked upon the face
of his wife with wonder and astonish-
ment. He certainly could see nothing
amiss in those bright, beautifnl eyes of
hers, though he did feel a little uncom-
fortable as he ventured to inquire:
"And where is that, Henrietta?"
" Why Beacon street, to be sure, Bea-
con street, No—."
The lawyer's wits were certainly a lit-
tle wandering, aud no wonder. Indeed,
had he remembered at that moment the
address on the card, it was certainly not
the place he should have thought of go-
ing to, especially after what had just
transpired.
He had scarcely time to recall to mind
his rashness when the carriage stopped
just before a magnificent stone mansion.
Ho glanced at his bride; even the
smiles on her face gave no hope. He
could just say:
"Shall we alight here, Henrietta?"
"Cerfainly, Charle'.:."
The young Southerner handed his
wife out in silence.
A well dressed servant answered the
bell.
"Is uncle at home, Robert?" inquired
Henrietta.
"No, Miss Henrietta, he is not," re-
plied tho man, with a bow.
Giving his ha* to the servant, and fol-
lowing his bride into tho sumptuously
furnished parlor, the poor Southerner
felt more at a loss than ever, while the
roguish look of the lovely woman, who
was seated beside him on the sofa, hold-
ing his hand in hers, and gazing up into
his face, by no means tended to recall
him to his usual se'f-possession.
"Come, Charles," suddenly exclaimed
his new made bride, "give me your arm
while we take a stroll around the house
—or rather I should say your house."
"Nay, Henrietta, do not trifle with
me."
"Indeed, Charles, I am not trifling —
all that yon see is yours."
"Mine?"
"Yes, Charles, yours. You have trust-
ed in me, and I must tell you all."
The fair bride then led her astonished
husband to a seat near by, and thus con-
tinued :
"Three years since, I lost by death tho
best of fathers. My mother died some
five years before. My father, for many
years engaged in the Indian trade, left
the principal portion of his property—
including the house in which we now
are—to myself, his only surviving daugh-
ter. Sly uncle, who was duly appointed
my gnardian, was intrusted with the
care of all, until I should marry. He
resides with me. Destitute of other
means of support, it was quite natural,
yon know, that he should seclude me
from the world as much as possible. Of
late he has treated mo unkindly. To-
day I escaped from the house unseen.
Tho rest you know."
"But, Henrietta, will not your un-
cle—"
"Not a word, Charles, if you please, at
present."
The servants were now summoned,
and fully informed of the facts.
The domestics then cheerfully with-
drew. Henrietta had always been an
especial favorite with this poition of
the family, while tho harshness and
cruelty of her uncle had been but too
apparent.
We need not detail the surprise, the
astonishment and scorn of tho uncle,
when on the following day he retnrneil
from his brief visit to Lowell, on lean-
ing the change that had so strangely
and suddenly taken plac« in the domes-
tic arrangements of the family.
A trip to Washington lmd been de-
termined upon by the liappy couple -
for the season was gay. Congress then
being in session. Besides, a visit to his
relatives in Richmond was needful to
complete tho happiness of the yoncg
bridegroom.
Aud thus passed the honeymoon.
During the absence of the young
couple tho crabbed old uncle quietly
withdrew, thinking it better to leave the
requisite documents in the charge of
his brother's attorney than encounter
the ire of the impetuous and hasty
Southerner.
It afterwards appeared, although the
circumstance was entirely forgotten by
Charles, that Henrietta had formerly
been introduced to the young Souther-
ner, by a mutual fiiend, on the day of
his graduating at Harvard; the young
girl having attended with her relatives,
as usual, the annual commencement.
The impression proved strongest,
however, with the future bride—for
Charles had entirely forgotten the fact.
Need we say more of the happy pair?
One word, only.
Charles is talented and respected. He
is now an acknowledged leader of his
own political party, and both the hero
and heroine of our rambling little story
are said to be, by those who knew them,
the handsomest and happiest couple in
the state.
A letter from Bordeaux gives a
frightful account of the leech ponds 10
miles from that city. The leeches are
regularly fed with the blood of old
horses, which are driven into the ponds,
where the leeches suck them till they
grow faint. Then they are taken out
and allowed to graze in the fields till
they regain a little strength, when they
are again driven into the pond, and the
process is repeated till at last they are
dragged out. bloodless and dead. A
well-kuown English veterinary surgeon,
who has done much to mitigate the
horrors of some of the Continental vet-
erinary schools, has taken this matter
of the Bordeaux leech ponds in hand.
THE LAST DEAL.
The Confenskin of a Reformed Oamhler—A
Sight that Made Him Swear "//' I'orev r.
[From the Leadville (Col.) Chronicle. |
"I never dealt again!"
The words fell from the lips of a gen-
tleman well-known in Leadville, yet few
recognize in the elegant, easy-going man
who now commands the deep respect of
his fellow-citizens, the once cool-head-
ed, imperturbable gambler, who, in his
day, figured prominently along the Pa-
cific coast, and was almost universally
recognized as the shrewdest faro dealer
in the West.
"As for the game's morality, that's
neither here nor there. When dealt
upon the square it is much like any oth-
er game. It is not to be thought that
the law will hinder men a bit if they
want to play, and often they are forever
cured of playing when they find it
doesn't pay. J dealt the game for twen-
ty years, but I've quit now. I made
nothing, nor lost anything, and but for
a sight I once saw I should probably be
a gambler still. Hereby hangs a tale.
Let me tell it:
"Some three years ago I ran a high-
toned game at a certain place you prob-
ably know, for it strikes me I saw yon
there. It was a square game, as I will
leave any one to say—a thriving game,
for I dealt for half the bloods in town,
and often I had as many as five lay-outs
at a time, with too much business on
hand to even get time to rest. One
evening a young chap strolled in, with
a sort of curious stare on his face, and I
concluded right there that he was green.
He was fair-haired, and had a pair of
blue eyes and clear-cut features—an in-
nocent-looking young fellow, if ever I
saw one. It only required a glance to
convince you that he was a stranger in
the gambling-room. He soon was at
home, though, for I saw in his blue eyes
the love of play, and after that evening
he was a constant visitor. He played
his pile right np and up and never
growled if his luck was hard, and on
every second card he'd stack the limits
up in blue. Take it altogether, his luck
was hard—sometimes the hardest, I
think, I ever saw. I've known him to
lose at a single deal seven double shots.
"Business f®r me, of course, but some-
how it almost seemed too bad. I could
not say a word, though, and yet I liked
the boy. Ho had lots of tho filthy. I
think from the day he began he must
have dropped a cool $100,000 on the
game, and he never growled.
"We both quit gambling tho same
night—he, poor lad, for sufficient rea-
sons, and I, because I loathed the game.
It was in this wise:
"His coin gave out in a deal or .two,
and he put up a diamond ring, just to
see his ill luck out, you know. The
chips soon went. He had a pin, a flam-
ing stone in massive metal. Ho passed
that in without a word and drew $500
cold. So help me God! I wished him
luck as heartily as any player there; but
no, his last stack went my way on a los-
ing ace. He drew three hundred dollars
more, I think, on his watch and chain,
and tried his line of bets again, but his
luck was gone. My God! I'll never
forget the pale haggard look that cross-
ed his face, but he was game. Ho nevfer
uttered a word, and kept his chair like
a pillar of stone. For a moment he
seemed dazed at his reverses, but sud-
denly his eye caught tho thin, worn
circlet of dull gold on his little finger.
He looked at it a little while, and a dark
wave of hot crimson blood passed over
his face, for this circlet seemed to cling
even faster than the flashing gem he
had passed in before. He at last strip-
ped it ofl' his finger and handed it to
me. It came reluctantly, this worn, old
ring. 'What can I have on this?' he
ajhed. 'I don't know what its value is,
but I'll redeem it first of all.' It might
have cost $5 new, but it was worthless
then.
"Still I passed out a fifty stack in re-
turn, just to let him try again. He
planked it down in the pot and then
low upon the table ho laid his faco on
his folded arms. Well, for a wonder,
his luck changed and ho won three
times. Ho took no notice of me as I
told him when tho limit barred, and so
we played two fifty on each card. Would
you believe it ? In the deal tho pot won
out and never lost! And still he lay
with his face hid in his arms. The deal
was out and I shook him up, but not a
muscle moved, and raising his face I
started back in horror at the glassv ex-
pression on his eyes, for the boy was
dead!
"I've often wondered to myself since
that night what thoughts went flitting
through his brain as he bowed his head
and hid his face from our sight, what
pledges of a better life, regrets for a for-
tune he had thrown away with lavish
hand, and loathing of his irrevocable
course. Who can tell? We can but
guess at them, but may never feel. His
face showed years of hell endured in
that brief game, but it was not until the
coroner's jury sat that I learned all.
Before them was developed tho fact that
tho ring which had changed his luck, as
it did his existence, was one given him
by his dear dead mother years before.
Poor boy! I never dealt again."
A Southern Roman.
Faint heart has won fair lady in North
Carolina. Her name was Deconora; her
father lived in Pollocksville, she had
two lovers, and did not know which she
preferred. Last Sunday morning Bibb
walked ho'lie from church with her and
left her under the impression that she
had promised to marry him. In the
evening Miller went to see her and un-
derstood her to say s!;e would inarry him.
Tho next morning both men went to
the court house to get a license and
met then and there. After somG talk
they agreed that tho first man who
reached the lady's house should marry
her. Bibb soon left the main road and
darted into the woods, expecting to
make a short cut and reach the house
before his rival. But Miller kept the
road and got in on the home-stretch
eight minutes before his rival. Both
men were in sight of r ach other going
up the lane to the house, and Bibb's
effort to overtake his rival were almost
superhuman. When they reached the
house Bibb, from sheer exhaustion,
fainted on the porch, almost at the feet
of his lady-love. When the matter
was stated to her she said she had come
to the conclusion that she liked Mr.
Bibb the better, and therefore she would
marry him. Her sympathies were won
over by seeing him l'aint. She stated
that she believed both loved her, but
that be who faints at the danger of los-
ing a bride must love her more than he
who is cool and unconcerned in the
midst of it all.
A Mate Story.
"Serena, darling," he murmured;and
the old gate scarcely creaked as it
swung to and fro beneath her light
weight, and the silent stars looked down
with tender glaucos, and all South Hill
seemed to hold its breath to listen. "Se-
rena, sweet," he said, and the radiant j
blushes that kindled over the pearly
| brow and the cheeks, softened the si-
i lent lovelight in her lustrous eyes. "Se-
rena, my own, if every glittering breeze
stops to kiss thy glowing cheeks; if
every rustling leaf that whispers to the
night were living, burning, loving
thoughts; if every—Oh-h-ho-ho! ow-w!
Wow-ow! Aw-w-sh, oh, oh! Oh, jim-
mimy pelt! Oh, glory! Oh, murder,
murder, murder!" And she said, stiffiv,
that no gentleman who could use such
: language in the presence of a lady was
an acquaintance of hers, and she went
| nto the house. Aud he pushed the
gate open and pulled his mangled
; thumb out of the crack of it, and went
! down the street sucking the injured
member aud declaring that, however
! lightly 105 pounds of girl might sit
} upon tho heart of a man, it was too
much pressure when applied to an im-
promptu thumbscrew. And the match
| is drawn, and fide bets declared off.—
! Bee.
1
Where Does the Day Begin.'
As a matter of fact, the day begins all
round the world—not at the same in-
stant, but just as tho sun visits succes-
sive portions of the earth in his journey
from east to west. But the traveler
who crosses the Pacific ocean can give
another answer to the above question;
that on the 180th degree of longitude—
one-half of the circumference of the
globe, starting from Greenwich, east or
west—there is an arbitrary change or
dropping of a day, and that at this point,
if anywhere, the day may bo said to be-
gin. It was with strange feelings that
the writer, crossing the Pacific, having
gone to bed on Saturday night, having
everything pertaining to the almanac in
a satisfactory condition, awoke on Mon-
day morning! Sunday had completely
dropped from our calendar for that
week, at least. Every one knows that
in traveling round the world from east
to west a day is lost, and, in order to ad-
just his reckoning to that of the place
ho has left, one must drop a day as if he
had not lived it, when in reality the time
has passed by lengthening every day
during the journey. For a long time it
was the custom for sailors to effect this
change pretty much where they pleased;
but now it has become a settled rnle
among American and English naviga-
tors that at the 180th degree a day must
be passed over if going west, aud one
added if going east, in which latter cai e
the traveler enjoys two Sundays or two
Thursdays, as the case may be. It is
most likely that this particular degree
was decided on from the fact that, except
a few scattered islands of Polynesia,
there are no largo communities, with
their vast commercial and social trans-
actions, to be affected by the change.
Church Bells.
There is something beautiful iu the
church bells. Beautiful and hopeful.
They talk to high and low, rich and
poor, in the same voice; there is a sonnd
in them that should scure pride and en-
vy and meanness of all s<yts from the
heart of man—that should make him
look on the world with kind, forgiving
eyes; that should make tho earth seem
to him, at least for some time, a holy
place. Yes there is a whole sermon
in tho very sound of the church bells,
if we have only the ears to understand
it. There is a preacher in every bel-
fry that cries, "Poor, weary, strug-
gling, fighting creatures, poor human
things! take ret, be quiet. Forget
your vanities, your follies, your week-
day craft, your heart-burning! And
you, ye human vessels, gilt and pain-
ted, believe the iron tongue that tells
yo that for all your gilding, all your
colors, ye are tho same Adam's earth
with the beggar at your gates. Come
away, corne," cries the church boll,
"and learn to be humble; learn that,
however daubed and stained, and stuck
about with jewels, you are but grave
clay! Come, Dives, and be taught that
all your glory as yon wear it, is not
half so beautiful in the eyes of heaven
as the sores of uncomplaining Lazarus!
And ye, poor creatures, livid and fatal
—stained aud crushed by the pride
and hardness of the world, come,
come," cries the bell with the voice of
an angel, "come and learn what is laid
up for ye. And, learning, take heart
aud walk amongst the wickedness aud
cruelties of the world, calm as Daniel
among lions."
Dainty Eaters.
A menagerie elephant eats about one
hundred pounds of the best timothy hay
every 24 hours. Giraffes, camels, zebras
and deer are also hay-eatiug animals,
but are not so particular iu reference to
its quality as the elephant. Sea-lions
have to be fed on fish, usually frest and
salt mackerel, each mimal taking twelve
to fifteen each meal twice a day, and
consuming altogether one hundred
pounds of fish daily. Next in point of
delicate eaters come the polar bears,
whose regular diet is bread soaked in
milk, with fish now and then for a
change. The black bears are also given
bread, one hundred pounds being used
daily. Vegetables of almost every sort
are fed liberally to the different animals
—cabbage, potatoes, carrots, onions and
turnips. The elephants are great cab-
bage eaters, in addition to their stand-
ard diet, hay. The giraffes, singularly
enough, r.re great onions eaters, while
the deer and goais, and animals of the
cow species, eat carrots aud turnips and
potatoes. Bran and oats and corn are
also liberally distributed—mostly once
or twice a week—among the hay eating
animals. But the orang-outang is the
most dainty feeder of all, living on bread
aud honey, beef and potatoes—a diet
alarmingly like that of humanity.
Cat ton Factories.
(Wilmington. (N. C.,) Star.)
Cotton factories do not pay in the
South, do you say? The gross earnings
of the Augusta factory for the year end-
ing June 12, 1880, were $157,471,28. It
paid a dividend of ten per cent. We
notice that the owners of the Pidmout
cotton factory at Giconville, S. C., are
so well pleased that they are about du-
plicating the concern, and will make it
the largest factory but one in the South.
They have begun the work of enlarging,
and already fifty new buildings, to be
used by tho operatives, have been erect-
ed. Tho secret of all this is explained
when we learn that thirty per cent, wis
netted for the year on the stock sub-
scribed. These figures and fjcts are full
of encouragement.
One hour after an old master had
painted the name of a patent medicine
on a big rook, a cow came along, licked
it off and died before sundown. When
the simple name of a medicine kills a
cow, human beings want to beware of
the stuff itself. A cow was never killed
by licking the name of a patent medi-
cine in a newspajier, and no other kind
can I to recommended.
A PIECE OF ROMANCE.
How a Yo<t til/ Lady from the South and a
Tramp Matte Love on Kentucky Soil.
(Little Ilork (Ark.) Gazette.)
Yesterday Mr. Robt. Preston aud
wife, a couple who were happily united
a few days ago, arrived in this city en
route for Texas. The story of their
marriage is rather a romantic one; not
that it abounds in hairbreadth escapes
or of blood iu large and small quanti-
ties, but that—well, that it is romantic.
About two years ago Miss Emma Ro-
land, of Galveston, visited an aunt in
Warren county, Ivy., and one evening
tho girl sat in the yard, half reading
and half regarding the enormous bum-
ble-bees buzzing around. A Warren
county bumble-bee will attract atten-
tion anywhere. He can make you
think that he is trailing himself in your
hair, aud, looking around, you see him
ten feet away, clinging to a thistle-
bloom. That's enough about the bee.
A footstep didn't arouse the
young lady. It was a voice that said,
"Cau I get a drink of water?" Two
arms and chin of a tramp leaned on the
feuce. He was dressed in the tramp's
garb, a wardrobe at once so describable
and indescribable. "I say, can I get
some water?"
"Yes," said the girl.
"Must I go round to the gate or
climb over the fence?"
"Both, if you choose."
"That's the way I like to hear people
talk," said the tramp, climbing over
aud approaching. "Now where's the
water?"
"I'll bring it."
"You'd better bring the well, for I'm
dryer than a barrel of bromophyre."
Tho girl went to the house and re-
turned with a bncket of water. Wlieu
the man had finished drinking she did
not think ho had exaggerated his thirst.
In fact she did not think the compari-
son had been adequate.
"What book are you reading?"
"Mill on the Floss."
"Overrated. I never liked it. All
depth or no depth, I don't know which.
Strained characters or no characters,
don't know which. The novelist tried
to write a story without a defined plot,
and lias failed. Goldsmith's success as
a plotless and charming writer was a
bad exmple."
"You shouldn't tear my favorite book
to pieces. I like George Elliott and
her works."
"You don't like 'Mill on the Floss.'
I You have been nodding over it for the
j last half hour, You only pretend to
i read it because you imagine that in do-
: iug so you develop literary taste."
"I think, sir, you are impudent."
"But truthful. Here's a book you
should read," aud the tramp took from
his ragged coat a tattered copy of Bur-
ton's Anatomy of Melancholy. "Dr.
.Johnson said that this book was the
only work that could induce him to get
out of bed mornings sooner than his
I regular time of rising."
"And that's why you like it," remark-
ed the girl, taking the book. "If Dr.
Johnson hadn't made that remark you
would not find the book so charming?"
"That's all right. Give me some
more water."
The conversation was pursued until
tho tramp accepted the invitation to
supper. His ideas of Burton and John-
son was soon covered up with batter
cakes. Tho tramp, Mr. Preston, re-
mained all night. Next morning, when
ho announced 14s intention of leaving,
the girl accompanied him to the spot
where she sat when he hailed her.
"Why do you tramp around; have
youjno home?"
"Yes, as to the home. Don't know as
to tramping."
"Whisky?"
"Whisky."
"Why don't yon quit?"
"i win."
"When?"
"Now one condition. That you will
consent to be my wife. Meet me under
this tree four years from to-day."
"I will."
"Good-bye," and ho climbed the fence
and was gone. No correspondence was
carried on between llicm. The manly
handsome face of the trump huug be-
fore the girl like a portrait. Deep,
earnest, eyes, a merrv laugh accompan-
ied the tramp. Several weeks ago the
younlady visited her aunt. Oue even-
ing last week she sat under a tree in
the yard where four years before she
nodded over a book. Bees buzzed
around; the same bees seemingly. On
her lap lay "Mill on the Floss:" near
her a tattered copy of "Burton's Anat-
omy of Melancholy." A buggy drove
up. A niau alighted and climbed the
feuce.
"Mr. Preston."
"Miss Roland."
There was no indication of a tramp in
the handsomely dressed gentlemau. Tue
clear earnest eyes showed lurid light,
kindled by Satan's breath. Clasped
hands, kisses, renewal of vows. That
evening the buggy went to Bowling
Green. Next uiorning a happy couple
left on a Southern-bound train. They
are now iu this city, stopping at the
Grand Central. To-morrow they will
leave for Texas.
ing first begun in Georgia, some idea SNOW-BOUND.
j of the richness of the ground in pre- . . , " " u.
Iiiiiiim nra > , i ,. - , - , An Adventure In the sierra*.
cious ore may be had. It is certainly j
a valuable piece of property and will Twice in my experience as a miner in
prove a fortune to its present clever 1 California have I been bound in bv im-
posessors
e are incliued to think that the old
red hills of upper Georgia, are as rich
as golden ore as the famous Califor-
nia mines, and soon the mining opera-
tions in this part of the State will
assume gigantic proportions.
American Ships.
New York Evening Mall.
How to increase the number of Amer-
ican ships is a question which must
engage public attention until the
United States flag ceases to be such an
infrequent spectacle in foreign ports.
Almost a score of years have passed
since the war drove nearly all our ships
from the seas, and although prosperity
has returned to the nation, little has
been done to regain the position we lost
as owners of ships. The accepted be-
lief that no nation can long rank at the
front in commercial importance with-
out a vast fleet of ships of commerce,
i produces an 'unflagging interest in dis-
cussions of what may be done to re-
store this republic to its proper place
among the notions whose tiags are seen
upon every sea. The action of the
board of trade and transportation in
j adopting resolutions inviting commer-
cial organizations throughout the conn-
i try to appoint delegates for a conven-
tion to be held in New York or Boston
passable barrier of snow on the foot-
hills of the Sierra Nevada. The first
time I had a single companion. We had
been mining in an isolated but rich
gulch, where we had constructed a rude
cabin. We knew nothing at that time
of the great snow-storms of the Sierra,
so we had neglected to lay in provisions
or fuel, and up to this time had procur-
ed wood from the scattering pine trees
on the mountain side, but en rising one
morning we found at least twq/feet of
snow had fallen. It continued all day
long, aud when we rose next morning
we found our one little window darken-
ed. We managed to make a hole thro'
a corner of the roof of our cabin, when
down came a wa<;on load of snow and in
came a flood of light! We succeeded in
shoveling away the snow from the root
and out of onr cabin, but the snow kept
on coming down all day, and on the ar-
rival of the next day we were again in
darkness, and again we toiled for light.
During this day the storm abated, but
tho snow had fallen to a depth of more
than ten feet, and we were prisoners.
Here for three weary weeks we were
compelled to stay. We had burned up
every scrap ol furniture in our cabin ex-
cept the long boards on the bottom of
our bunks. Even the chinking and
clapboards on the inside of onr cabin
, ' VVOVUUI | iuutuv VI yj 1(1 V/UU1U
i during October, for the consideration j and the handles of our shovels and tools
of what legislation is necessary for the \ were consumed. Our meat had been
improvement of or.r merchant marine, gone more than a week, and we had
is an important measure, as such a con- eaten all onr beans and were entirely
vention may effect much good. It is ! destitute. It had snowed en ry day a
inevitable that a leading topic for dis-1 little, so as to keep the snow soft on top,
cussion will be the proposition to per- and it was impossible to walk through
mit the registration under tho Ameri-! it, or in any way change our location or
can flag of vessels of foreign construe-: situation.
tion. It is conceded that the subatitu- j We could see nothing before us but
tion of steam for sails and iron for wood | death, either from cold or starvation.
in the construction of ships must ex-
plain much of the failure of the United
States to regain what was lost to our
merchant murine during the war, siuce
we have not had the facilities for the
Each looked upon the other with suspi-
cion ; each thought the other would
take his life if he could without losing
liiu nwn Thia tvna AllV IiavciKIa nnn/^i.
his own. This was our horrible condi
tion, when suddenly the hole above our
construction of iron ships in competi-1 heads was darkened, and wo heard a
tion with foreign builders, and the pur-' voice say, "Is there anybody down
chase of foreign-built ships for use un-1 there?" A shout of joy and surprise
der the Luited States Hug has been | was the response.
prohibited. That congress should re-j "Who are you, and how did you get
move the prohibition is undoubtedly j here?" we asked.
the prevailing sentiment, although such "I am 'Snowshoe Thompson.' I 3ame
legislation will be opposed by some 1 here on snow-shoes," he answered,
who declare that American ship buil- "Help us out; we are starving."
ders are now able to construct iron ves-
sels which, considering their snperior-
i ity, are as cheap as thoso produced
abroad. A fair representation of the
commercial organizations of the coun-
try should result in au expression of
sentiment by the convention which will
bo of value when congress is again con-
vened. But the advantages England,
France, Germany and other nations ac-
cord their meVchaut marine over those
enjoyed by our own are sure to receive
much attention in a convention. Not-
withstanding a powerful public preju-
dice against subsidies, the people are
restless under a system which imposes
i heavy burdens on American ships
which those of lew, if any, other nations
In another minute Thompson was in
our midst. He gave us some cheese aud
crackers, which we eagerly devoured.
He asked us if wo had any tools out of
which he could make for us each a pair
of snow-shoes. We had burned the
handles of all our tools except a hand-
saw and drawing-knife. He took these,
however, and out of the long boards
which .composed the bottoms of our
bnnks soon shaped for us each a pair of
snow-shoes. They were about twelve
feet long and four inches wide, shaped
so as to turn up at the front end, some-
what like a sleigh-runner; pieces of
leather were tacked across the center,
into which the traveler's feet are slipped.
After you learn how to travel with
1 bear. France has recently astonished these, you find that the process is simi-
lar to skating. To the best of my recol-
lection, at my first assay 1 felt much as
I should suppose a toad would feel on
stilts. After a series of evolutions that
would puzzle a profession.,1 acrobat, I
got fairly under way. 1 can give you
no idea of the exhileration produced by
a wild, frenzied rush through the air, as
it were, npon snow-shoes. I started
down a slight slope of tho mountain
with no ambition to out-run the wind,
or "Professor Snow-shoes" either, I can
assure you. It, was glorious, so I
thought, as I sailed along at a moderate
speed, with no effort except to try to
guide the machine with a long, slim
pole which "Snow-shoes" had loaned
me, but when I commenced going down
a steep side of tho mountain, aud shot
forward like au arrow from the strong
tho world by offering a haudsouie prem-
ium ror each trip of vessels of a certaiu
class, and England is doing under cov-
erings of fat subsidies to steamships
what effects the same result as that
which she announces in us. as protec-
tion. Whatever tho prejudice agaiust
subsidies, there will be none against
tho adoption of Englands system of
taxing the not income instead of tho
capital of steamship companies. The
demand will be general, too, for the re-
ward of all contracts for water transpor-
| tation of United States mail to Arneri-
I can vessels. This much for the benefit
of onr merchant marine congress can
hardly refuse, since other nations are
lavishing so ranch treasure upon the
ships by which they hope to maintain
aud enlarge their commercial power,
\mong these questions which deserve j how of an archer, it was no longer so
the careful and immediate attention of glorious. The velocity with which I
the people and their legislators, that of traveled was marvelous. I was unable
the improvement of our merchant ma- to clearly distinguish objects which I
rine ranks at the very front. passed. An occasional pine tree idiot
past me with a zip like a cannon ball,
and made my brain whirl.
An Awkward Predicament. ])own j wont fastel. and fagter j
Mr. Pigweed has had a terrible time shot across a table land, or level space;
of it. He resolved to set a pistol in his ®t a speed somew hat abated; then I
safe before leaving homo for the sum-! started up aslopeof the mountain; then
mer, so that when anybody opened the I came to a steep place, and then my
door of the receptacle the pistol would snow-shoes stopped, but I went ouhead-
bo discharged. However, it puzzled foremost into a snow-bank, so deep that
him a good deal to find a way to set the m7 'e°t seemed to be the only part of
pistol with the door shut, aud if he set my person able to move. Indeed I was
it with the door open there was no way so deeply buried in the snow that only
to make tho thing go off when the door mJ* ^ee' stuck out. I couldn't breathe
should be opened again. So ho finally or wove, so tight was I wedged in. I
j set up the pistol inside the safe aud: exerted every effort, but it was utterly
cocked it, and then putting his hand in- 'u vain, and I realized that death would
i side closed tho door all but a craek just °nsue in a very few moments. I tried
J sufficient to admit his wrist. Then he to c>l11 for help, but could uot produce
fixed a loop from the door to the pistol a sound. When all hope had vanished,
trigger so that when the door was open ani^ ^ Uj.v brain reeling, some one
ed any wider tho pistol would be-dis- began to tug at my feet, and in another
! charged. Then he attempted to draw moment I wns brought to light again,
out his hand, but found that while he 0W "Snow-shoes" had followed me, and
had left the door sufficiently open to 8ot to me i"8* in time to save my life
accommodate the wrist, it wouldn't let for the sccond time. One hour later we
(ieorgiu (jiuld Mines.
(Mining Rocorti.)
The Lumsdcn Mine, Duke Creek
Valley, White county, has been, re-
cently visited by a correspondent of
one of our Georgia exchangos, from
whoso letter wo gather tho following
details of its discovery. The
first attempt to search for gold by
the Luinsden brothers, in their lund,
was made on tho 28th of February,
with the result of one pennyweight and
twenty-two grains. On IMonday, the
1st of March, operations were resumed,
and continued with some success until
the 22d day of March, the yield was
135 pennyweights. On the 25th of
March, 163 pennyweights were picked
up; on tiic 9th of April, 108 penny-
weights ; on the 10th, 389, on the 12th,
iU3; on the 13th 225; on the 14th,
100; on May 26th 115; on the 31st, 40
pennyweights.
The above only shows the days of
large success in finding gold. Up to
this date, and since February 28th, Mr.
Lumsden, states that they have, taken
out about 3,700 pennyweights of gold
with the aid of only three hands, and at
a very little expense. Only about five
hundred cubic yards of earth have
been worked to reach the above
amount. Gold is not only found on
this little patch of ground, on the
Lnmsdeu Itickardson estate, but almost
everywhere yon can find signs of gold
on the place. Lumsdeu is testing in
different spots and is encouraged on
every hand. Only a few steps from a
gate that enters the premises, be took
up a panful of earth from the surface of
the ground, and he said it panned out
well. When it is known that a half
milliou dollars has been taken from ten
acres of grouudou this place siuce niin-
out his hand without being opened
wider, and that would discharge the pis-
tol into his stomach. There was noth-
ing to do but to take off the loop and
were all safe iu the eamp.
The Romance of a Poor Old Mail.
About fifteen years ago a Scotchman,
° , it» ziuuuv uiiccu >c<iia ayu n ocuiciiullil],
put on a little longer one, and when he sl,ty or s!xty-five years of age, kept a
attempted to do that lie fouiul that tailoring establishment on a small scale
though he had been able to attach the ;n Melbourne, Australia. He catered
loop, he couldn't reach quite far enough {or 8 class of p(10p,0i c]erks and other8i
to detach it ag.uu. 1 lien the awfulness W|1C| re,|Ujre decent, well-cut clothing at
of his position camo upon him He was V(>ry low price,. His success was limit-
imprisoned and could only release him- 6(, aud hp maJe abont a ,1Ti wbieh
self at the price of a shot. in the stomach considering his age, was perhaps all he
He began to scream wildly for help, and couU llfl elpected ever to do But it
at last help came and the first man who tllBt' this matl waa not satlsfit,J
arrived was about to yauk the door °P( n ,,is 8 in Anrtralia, for in
before Pigweed could step him, and it ,s7)l we fi£d him in Xew york in a ,till
gave the vK tims nerves a terrible shock position than
Finally they got smiths and tools and \-erKillR\m thr(H,.s,
went to work to get iu at the back of
in Melbourne,
erging on three-score and ten, this
man took a little store on the Bowery,
an all-day job. but finally after Pigweed tjla^ u tailor who ould make clothing
had nearly <hed from exhaustion and to orJor ch , ai)(4 welI, and
his hair had begun to turn gray from t R , ^ioc of his fit in ^
fright, they got at the pi?tol and found £0£W do well and »t.—t »
that when he pnt it in there Pigweed u'cloant Pf custom. He worked
had forgotten to load it so he might «n bl Uch in the wm(tow, made cloth-
have yanked his hand out at any time. ^ clieap,y >dvrrtised. got on by little
— aud little, until he cculd employ others,
A new poem says; "An angel touched direct their labor and extend his prem-
his lips and he smiled." Well, that is ises. In the course of years the little
a new name for it. The anthor has Bowery store grew till now it absorbs a
made a too free use of poetic license.
For "angel" read "bottte,"and why he
"smiled" will become more apparent.—
Xorristoirn Hera hi.
School-teachers to a little boy whose
father is a grocer—"Now, Johuy, your
father has a barrel of whiskey contain-
ing forty gallons and one-fourth of it
leaks out. how many gallons does he
lose?" Johuy—"He don't lose none.
He (ills it up again right off."- Galves-
ton
half dofcen houses and covers twelve
numbers. Not satisfied with this the
little insatiable tailor lias stretched him-
self oat in every direction, till to-day he
owns three stores in N*w York, besides
the original one. aud twenty-seven oth-
ers throughout the country.
A Maixk man has a way of selling co-
coanuts filled with cognac instead of
milk, and the way they do go off is a
puzzle to the doctors.
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