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A BLUE GRASS PENELOPE Sue had lost the sympathy but not the re- spect of her hearers. They made way for her with sullen deference as she panned out on the platform. But her adversary, profiting by he last opportunity. burst into .a‘: V iran~ iO-ll Laugh. “f don't understand you," said Mrs. Tucker coldly, turning towards the door. But with a flying leap acrosa the counter her relentless adversary stood bLtWeen her and retreat. FM 3 momont the full'foree of such 3, mp position, with all its poignancy, its dramatic intensity,and its pztbos,possessed the crowd. Inthe momentary clairvoyauce of enthusiaem they cmght a. glimpse 01 the truth, and by one of the strange reactions of human pas- sion they only waited for a word of' appeal or (xplanation from her lips to throw them- selves at h;r feet. Had she simply told her story they would have believed her; bad she (tied. fainted, or gone into hysterice, they would rave pitied her. She did neither. Perhaps she thought of neitLer â€"or iu'leed of anything that was then before her eyes. She walked erect to the door and turned on the threshold. “1 mean what I say," she maid calmly.” I don’t understand you. 'But whatever just claim you have upon my bus band Will he pxid by meâ€" or by his lawyer, Captain Poinoetlea” I .‘ Cap}. Paindexter, is it? Well, perhaps he's safe to pay your billâ€"but as for your husband’s ” “But I wish to pay for them," interrupted Mrs. Tucktr with a. slight flush of indignn tion. “I have the money.” “0‘3, I bet you have I" screamed a. voice, as, overtuniug all opposition, the malmn- tent at the back door. In the shape of an in- furiated won an, {cued her way int) the shop “I’ll bet you have the money. Lnok at her. bovs L'o‘; at the wife 0: a thief with the sfiolen money in diamonds in her em: and rings on her fingers. Slzn’s got money if we‘ve got none. She can pay for what she fancies. if we haven’t a cent to re- deem the beds that‘s stole from under 113. Oh, yes, buy it all, Mrs. Spencer Tucker 1 buy the who1e shop, Mrs. Spencer Tucker 1 do you hear 7 And If you ain’t sntiefi ed then buy my clothes, my wedding ring. the only things you}- hnsbpnd hasn't sto‘en.” "You don't unieratani ! Perhapw you don‘t undersrand that your husband not only stole the law! labor of these men, but even the MM: money they broughthere and trust- ed to his thieving hmds. Perhaps you don't know that he Mole my husband‘s hard earn- ings, mortgaged these very goods you wan“. to buv, at u be is to day a convicted thief, a forger, and a )unaway coward. Perhaps, if you can‘t unfierstand me you cm read the nowapaper. Luck 1" She exultingly opened the paper the Sheriff had been re ldiflg aloud and pointed to the di-vp‘ayed head lines. "Look 1 there are the WW words “Forgery, Swinole, Emhezzlmen‘. 3‘ Do you see? And perhaps yon can't understand this. Look I ‘Shameful flight. Abandon; his wife. Runs 03' with a Non riousâ€"â€"” i It was too late! The Sheriff had dashed the paper from the woman‘s hand, but not until Mrs. Tucker had read a. single line, a line such as she had sometimes turned from with Weary :corn in her cerelass persual of the dail, shameful chomcle or domestic in- ielicmy. Then she had wondered if there could be any such men and women : and now! The crowd fell back before her ; even the Virago was silenced as she looked at her face. The humorist's face was as white, but notav immobile, as he gasped. ‘ Chriat Iâ€"ii I don’t belTeve she knew nothin’vof it!" “er1, I don't know anyone who has a. better right to know than Spence Tucker’s wife,”~ sand another with acoarse laugh. The laugh was echoed by the others. Mrs. Tucker saw the pit iunto which she had de- liberately walked.‘ but did not flinch. “You'd better Ask the sheriff. He was the last one to aarve here. He Harved an afitach‘ meat,” replLEd the inevitable humo ist of a‘l Californian assemblagqy _ “rIsiarheVa hers ?" aekgd Mrs. Tucker, disre- garding the renewed laughter which fol'owed mix: subtle winticism. The loungere at the door made way for one ofltheir p1rty. who was half dragged, .half pushed into the shop. "Here he is,” eaii half a dozm eager voices, in the fond belief that his presmce might impart additional humor to the situation. He cant a doprec 1t- ing glance at Mrs. Tucker and said : "It‘s so. madam I This yer place is attached :but if there’s anything you’re wanting, why. I reckon, boys”â€"be turned half appealingly to the crowdâ€"" we could oblige a lady.” There was a. vague sound of angry oppoei~ iton and remcnstrance from the back door 0 the shop, but the maj Jrity, partly overcome by Mrs. Tucker’s beauty, awsented. “O 11y,’ continued the ofll :( r exp‘rauatorily, “cz thesa yer goods are in the hands of the creditors, they ovght to be repre1ented by an equivaL ent in money. If you’re expecting they should be chargedâ€"" “That's another nutter," interrupted a fa- miliar voice with the greatest cheenulnemâ€" “that‘s what you wsre going to say, wasn't it! Ha ! ha. 1 Well. Mis. Patterson," can- finuea Poindexter, stepping from his buggy, “you never spoke a truer word in your life. One moment, Mrs. Tucker. Let me send our lack in the buggy. Don’t mind me. can get a fresh horsa of the sher‘fl. I‘m quite at home here. I say, Patterson. step a -Iew paces this way, will you? A little fur- ther from your wife, please, Tbat’ll do.- You ve got a claim of $5,000 against the pro- perty. haven’t you ?" “Yes.” “‘Vell, that women just driving away is your one solitary chance of getting a. cent of it. If your wife insults her- againâ€"that chance is gone. And if you do . " “Well ‘1" “As sure as there is a. Gad in Israel and a. Supreme Court of the state of CaliforniaJlll kill you in your tracks ! ‘* * ' Stay 1” Pattersm turned. The irrepressible look of humoruous tolerance of all human frailty had suffused Poineexter's black eyes with mischievous moisture. "Ii you think it quiie safe to C0)fide to y0ur Wife in thii prospect o.‘ her improvement by Widowhood â€"â€"y )u may i" v'r Is tbleré rain-é to' serve here 1" she ask- ed, turning her clear eyes full upon the by- stanfiera. “E my ohd gal. easy now. D â€"n it! W111 yell dry up? _I say. "Stag!" _ Mr. Patterson did not inf07m his Wife of the lawyer’s personal threat to him xelf. But he managed, a‘ter Poindextet had left, CHAPTER II, CONTINUED. YB BRET HABTE CHAPTER III “You've sh‘otofif your mouth at her,” he laid, argumentatively “and whether you've hit the niark 01‘ not you’ve had your say. El you think its worth 3 possible $5,000 and interest to keep on, heave ahead. Ef you rather-have the chance of getting the rest in each, you'll let up on her.” “You don’t suppose,” returned Mrs. Potterson contemp- tuously, “ that she’s got anything but what that man 0‘. heraâ€"Poindoxterâ€"let’s her have 2" “The Sherifi' says,” ratcrted Pat- terson surl ly, " that she’s notified him that she cltims tnevrnncho as a. gift from her husband three years agoâ€"and she’s in p03; session new, and was so when the execution was cut. It don’t make no matter," he added, with gloomy philosophy, “whose got a. full hand as long as we ain’t got the curds to chip in. I wouldn't hev min'led it." hecmtinucrl meditatively, “e? Spencer Tucker had dropped a hint t) ma afors he put cut. . “And I suppose," said Mrs Patterson angrily, "you’d have put out too I" “I reckon," i'a‘d Mrs. Patterson simply. Twice or thrice during the evening he ra- ‘len‘ed, more or 1:53 directly, to thin lack of confidence ehown by his late debtor and cm player, and seemed to feel it more keenly than the loss of property. He confided his sentiments quite openly to the Sheriff in possession, over the whiskey and euchre with which these gentlemen avoided the dlfi‘cultiqs of their. delicate relations. He hroide'd over it “he handed the keys of the shop to the Sherifl" when they p1rted for thenight, And Was still thinking of it when the house was closed, everybody gone to led, and he wasJetching a fresh jug of water from the well. Toe moon was at times obscureu by firing c‘oudsâ€"the amni' couriers oi the regular evening’sbower. He was stooping over the well, when he spram, suddenly to his feet again. he's there 3’" he demanded sharply. to make her conicious that Mrs. Tuc‘xer might be a_powel- to be Hmafied and feared. “Hush 1":‘said a. Voicp, so low and faint it might have beei: aVvhilpsr .of the wind in the paliaadés of the corral.. But. indistinct asit “av, it was the vo'ca of the mam he was thinking of as far away. and it sent a. thrill of al‘emate awe and p‘easura through his pulses. He glanced quickly araund. The moon was hidden by a passing cloud, and only the fa’n‘. outlines or the home be had just quit‘ei were visiHe “Is that you, Spence ?" he said. tremulously. "Yea,"l replied the voice and a figure dimly emergeflfrom the cnrggr of the corral. “W'ait,” said Patterson, glarcing toward the building. Its blank shutterlers widdows revealed no inner lightâ€"a profound silence eucomptsaed it. “Come quick," he whisper- ed. Letting his grasp slip down to the am resisting hand of the atraugtr, be half dra ged, half led him, brushing against the wal , into the open door of the deserted bin-room he had just quitted, locked the inner door, poured a glass of whiskey from a decanter, gave it to him, and then Watch. ed him drain it at a ainzle draught. The mom came out, and. falling through the bare windows full upon the stranger‘s face, revealed the artist'c but slightly dishavell- e'i curls and moushche of the fugitive, Spencer Taker. ' “Lay low. lay Iowaâ€"for Gd‘i’s sake," Paid Patterson, hurriedlv throwing himsalf ugoa the apparition, "Tue Sherifi and his posse are in there.” ' But I must speak to you a moment.” said tbs: figure; Whatever may have been the real in- fluence oi this unfortunate mm upon his fellows, it seemed to find expression in a singular unanimity of criticism. Pattefson looked at him with a half-dismal half wel‘ cnme smile. “Well, you. area. 11â€"” of a fellow. ain’t you?" Spmczr Tucker pxssed his hani through his [Suit am!“ lifted 1's frbm forehead, with a geéfiure fit once emotiénalza‘nd thefitrical ' I am 3. mm with a price on me 1' he said bitterly. “Give In: up to the Sheriff, and yrm’ll gfit five thousand dollars. Help me, and yo 1’“ get nothinz. That's my dâ€"d hw‘i. and yours to_o,_1 suppose,_'_' .1 "I re'ckofi’) ou’xl right them,” said PJttCl‘ sdu gloomfl) , “B-xt I though't you got clean away. Went 03 on a ship " “\Vent ofl'in a. brat to a ship,” iota-mph- ed rlluclur savagely; “went otf to a ship, tin/t "had all mythings on boardâ€"exp" t mag The Guinea to“: capsized in a. squall just off the heads. The ship, (1â€"): her, sailed away. thg men thinking I was drowned, likely, and thik they’d make a good thing of my gooia â€"I reckon." , "But the girl, fixez. who was with you, di‘dn’fi‘nhe make a; row 1’" a "t-JQm'm aubc,,”-' returned Tucker, with a. reckless laugh. “Well, I hung on like grim dofih tofihsn boat’s keel until one of these Chinese fishermen, in :9. 'aug out,’ hauled me ii: opposite 'S mcéfito I chartered him and We dug out to bring me do vn here." “\Vhy here 2'" asEed Pattorsonwith ace;- tajn ostentatioqs‘cautioa -that ill‘ concealed pang-i376 gafisfaot‘gp I "You may well ask,” re‘urued Tucker, with equal oxtentatian of bitterness, an he a‘lg‘mly waved hispompanioa away. “But I retikmgd that _I co'fild thfit'a. white mm that. I'd been kindito. and"'wouldn't go back on me. No. no, let me go ! Hind me ovar to the Sheriff!" Patterson had suddenly grasped both the hands of the picturesque sea-up before him with an aflacu'on that for an instant almozt shamed the man who fad ruined him. But Tucker's egotism whispered that his mf- fecfiion was only a rncwgnition of his own superiority. and felt flatteved. He was be- ginning to believa that he was really the in- iur't’isz-w ~..-. “ “WEafrI have and what I have had is your, Spence ” returned Patterson, with a. sad and simple directness that made any further discussion a gratuitous insult. “I only wmted to know what you reckoned to do here." ‘ "1 want to gel: over across the coast range to Montarey,” said Tucker. “Once there, 0113 of those comsting achooners will bring me down to Acapulco. where the ship will Winn” - Patterzon remained silent {or a moment, “There is a mustang in the coral you can take â€"lea9tways,v I shan’t know that its gone â€"until to mom-ow afternoon. In an hour rom now," he added, look‘ng from the win- dow, “these clouds will settle down to busi- ness. It will rain; there will be light en- ough for you to find your way over the mountain, but not enough for any one to know you. If you can’t push through to- night, you can lie over on the Posada on the summit. Them Grease‘s that keep it won’a know you, and if they did they wont go back on you. And if they did go back on you nobody would believe them. It's mighty curious," he added with gloomy philosophy, “but I reckon its the rea on why Providence alio‘vs this kind of cattle \0 live among white men 2nd others made in His image. Take apiece 0? pie won’t you 1" he continued, abcn iooing this abntract reflection ani producing half a flit pumpkin pie from the bar. Spencer Tucker pimped the pie with om hard and his friend's fingers with the other, and for a few moments was silent from the hurried deglutition of viaod and sentiment. “You're a White man, Patterw'i, anyway.” he re sumed. “I'll take your horse, and put it down in our account, at your own figure. As 9001 as this cursed thing is blown over, I'll be back and see you, though, you bet. I don’t desert my frirnds, however 10 igh things go with me.‘_' __ She ifl‘ that if there was anything I could have done for you, you wouldn't have cut away without letting me know.” Tucker glanced uneaaily at Patterson, who cont nu- ed. “Ye ain’t: wanting anything else?" Tden obwerving that his fO'mer friend and carton was roughly but ‘mwlyclothed. and betrayed no trace of his list escapade, he added. “I see you’ve got a freah harness ” “ That dâ€"-â€"d Chinaman bought me theie at the landing ; they’re not much in style or fit,” he co'ltinued, trying to get a moonlight view of himself in the mirror behind the but “hutjshat don't matter here " Ho: filled another glam of spirits, jauntin settled himself back in his chair, an'l added. “ I don’t suppose there we any girls around anyway.” “ ‘ Cvpt your wife; she was down here this afternoon.” raid Patterson meditative- 17.7 “ I see you don’t," returned l‘atterson, with an unconscious and serious simplicity that had the (fl-ct of the most exquisite irnny. “I was only just saying to the She ifl‘ that if there was anything I could Mr. Tucker planed with the pie in his hand. " Ah, yes 1" He assayed a. reckleas laugh, but that evident simuhtion failed before Patterson’s melancholy. With an asSumption o‘ falling in with his friend’s manner, rather than from my per;oaa.l Anxiety, 11:; continued. “That mm Po=ndaxter was down her: with her. Put her in the hacienda to hold pmsgsaion llefof thanng came» out." _ "Yer thinkin the creditow ’11 get it, n'ieb‘m,” returuefi Patterson, gazing at the floor. “ Not as 193g an 5110’: in it : no air I \Vhether its really heré', or she‘s on'y keep- ing bouae for Pa‘mdexter. she’s a. fixture. you bet. They're a team when they pull together, they are _l” The smile slowly fadei from Tucker’s face, that now looked quite rigid in the n‘omlight. He put down his glass and walked to the window as Patterson gloom ly crntin'zed. “But that's nothing to yo 1. You‘ve got ahead of ’em both, and had your revenge by going ofi'with the gal. That’s what I said all along. VVuen folks-speci- ally women folksâ€"wondered how you could leaveawoman like your Wife, and go off with a. scalliwag like that gal, I nllers raid they’d find out there was a. reason. And when your wife came Haunting down here with Poindexter before she'd quite got rid of you, I tecken they began to see the whole little game. No. sir! I knew it wasn’t on accaun‘. of the gall Why, when you came here to night, and told me quite n1- t'ral like and way how she went off in the ship. and then calmly ate your pie and drunk your whiskey after it, I knew you didn’t care for her. There's my hand, Spence; you'reatrump, even if you are a. little looney, eh? Why, what‘s up?" Shall )w and selfish as Tucker was, Pat. terson’s words seemed like a revelation that shocked him as profoundly as it might have shocked a nobler nature. The simple van- ity and selfishness that made him unable to 'conceive‘ any ’higher reason for his wife’s loyalty than his own perzonal popularity and success, now that he no longer pnfissss ed that ec'at, made him equally capable of the lowest suspicions. He was a. dishonn- erl fugitive, broken in fortune and reputa~ tnnâ€"why should she not desert him ? He had been unfaithful to her from wxldness. from capricel from the efl'ect of those fascin- ating qualities; it seemed to him natural tlnt she should he‘disloyal from m)re de- liberate “motives, and he hugged himself with that belief. Yet there was enough douth enough 0‘ haunting suspicion that he had lost or aliemted a. powerful affection 'to make him thoroughly miserab‘e. He re- turned his friend's grasp couvulsively and buried his face u n his shoulder. But he was not ob we fee ing a certain exultation in the effect of his misery upon the dog-like. unreasoning affection 0! Patterson, nor could be entirely refrain fron slightly pow- ing his aflliction before that syinpathet‘c but melancholy mm. Siddenly he raised his head, drew back, an! thrust his hand into his bosom with a. theatrical gestur). - "Impoqaible I” said Tucker, rising hastily ” I: don't bdongâ€"that isâ€"-” he hesi tated. ' ' "What’s to keep me from filling Pain dexrtgégr ip_ h_is_|tr_a.r_:1:u ?_" he‘saiq wilfily. "No‘lhin’ but his shooting lint,” i‘oturued Patterson, with dismal practicality. ‘ He’s nfighty quick, like all them army men It's about even, I reckon, that he don't get me first.” he adde'l in angminous voice. “No l" returned Tuckar, grasping his hand again. “Thil is not your afl'a r, P. t er son : leave him to me when I come 1) xck.” son : leave him to me when I come I) xck.” “If he ever get! the drop on me, I reckon he won’t wait. continued Patterson Iugubu- briously. “He seems to objectgto my passin' critiolsm on your wife, as if she was a queen or an angel.” The blood came to Spencer‘s cheek, and he turned uneasily’to the window. “It’s dark enough now for a start," he aid hurriedly, “and if I could get across the monntain without lying over at the summlt, it would be a day gained." Patterson arose without a. word. filled a flask of spirit. handed it to his friend, and silently led the way through the slowly falling rain and the now settled darkness. The mustang was quickly secured and sxddled ; a. heavy poncho afl'urded Tucker a disguise as well as a pro- tection from the rain. With a few hurried diszonuected words. and an abstracted air, he once more shook his friend's hand and issued czutiously from the corral. When out of earshot from the house, he put spurs to the mustang 31nd dashed into a gallop. To intercept the mountain r033: he. was obliged to traverse part of the highway his Wife had to walk that afternoon, and to pale within a. mile of the casa where she was. Lung before he reached that point his eyes were straining the darkness in that direct- ion for 571118 indication of the house which was to him familiar. Becoming now accus- tomed to the even obscurity, less tryimg to the vision than the alternate light and shadow oi cloud or the full glare of moon- “ Wâ€"eil “ That returned Patterson, light. he fmcied he coull distinguish its law walls over the mountn -us level. 0 l6 of those impulses which hid so often taken the place of resolution in his character, suddenly possessed him to diverge from his course and approach the house. Why, he could not have explained. It was not from any feel- ing of jealousy suspicion or contemplated revengeâ€"that had passed with the presence of Patterson; it was not from any vague lingering sentiment for the Weman he had wrongedâ€"he would have shrunk from meet ing her at that moment. Bit it. was full vi the saaud more possibilitiesby which he might or might not be guided, and was at least a. movement towa'd some vague end, and a dist ‘aclion from certain thoughts he dared not entertain and could not entirely dinmtss. Inconceivable ani inexplicable to human reason. it might have been acceptable to the Divine omniscienm f If its pradest'n ad result. He left the road at a point where the m1r.‘h encroached up )n the meadow, familiar to him already as near the spot where he had debarked from the Cninzman’a boat the day before. He remembered that the wa‘la o: the hacienda were distinctly visuble from the tales where he had hidden all day, and he now knew that the figures he had observed near the builiing, which had deterred his first attempts at lending. must have been his wife and hi; friend. He knew that a long tongue of the slough filled by the rising tide followed the marsh, and lay between him and the hacienda. The sinking of his horse‘s hoofs in the spongy soil determined its prokimity, and he made adctour to the right to avoid it. In doing so a light suddenly rose above the distant horizon ahead of him, trembling faintly, and than burned with a steady lustre. It was a light at the hacimda. Guiding his horse half abstractedly in this direction, his pr )- gress was presenfly checked by the sp‘anh- ing of the animzl's howls in the water. B-Jt the turf was firm, and a salt drop that had spattered to his lips told him that it was only the enorowhing of the tide in the meadow. With his eyes on the light, he again urged his horse fgravard. Tue rain lull ad, the clouds began to break, the lands- scape a] 'ernately lightened and grew dark ; the outlines of the crumbling hacienda walls that enshrned the light grew more visib'e. A strange and dreamy resemblence to the long blue brass plain before his wife's paternal house, as seen by him during his evening rides to courtship, preszed itself upon him. He remembered, too, that he used to put a light in the window to indicate her presence. Following this retrospect. the m)on same boldly out, sparkled upm the overfl 2w of silver at his feet, seemed to show the dark, opaque meadow beyond for a moment, and then disappeared. It was dark now, but the lesser earthly star still shone before him as a guide, and pushing towards it, he passed into the all~embracing shadow. 1 Though not described by Audubon, the social kite deserves a word. You, in your afiabl a way, start a. topic, novel and interest- ing. Scarcely have you flushed your g .ma ere your kite pounces on it, tears it Irom you, and proceeds to discuss it for the bene- fit of the company. You are good natured, and let him have his way. Presently Jones, on the other side of the table, smiling plemantly, begins the recital of some in- teresting incident which happened down town in the morning. Jones is not 3 till:- ative man, and this is the one little morceau by which be hope to shine at dinner. The kite lets him get as far as the second sent ence, and swoops (ion as before. szing plucked each feather from this second prey (clumiily, too, rending and tearing it, and not at all in the neat manner in W'JlO") you or Jones would have done it), he relapses in- to t mporary silanc:l watching wiah eager eye for his next victim, ready with beak and cliw for the first idea. that files. If, happyI yon attempt to continue your story, there follows the most disagreeable duet, the kite usually getting the better of it by dogged pertinacity ani ill-breeding, and leaving you somewhat nettled for so small a matter. The kite is by no means a rare bird. He is hardy, with 3 hide of phenomen'll thick- ness, Though solitary as regards other kites. he dearly loves the society of mm ; for, 15ft to himself. there is no one to inter rupt or from whom to filch ideas. When by chance two kites Inset a. spirited cont set on- sues, the louder mouthed and more ill bred (there are degrees in kites) carrying the day, and the rest of the cimpany wishing them at J ericbo. There is probably no more dis- agreeable social nuisance, in a small way, unless it be the rum who allows you to finish, and then laboriously explain; your rennrks to the company. Bith forms of ill- bresding are cimmin enough. Tue latter arises from stupidity. and both pnceel on the ca ldilh assumption that the speaker knows more than yourself of the mitter which you are discussing. coupled. in many cises, with a sneaking desire to filih your ideas. Dmbtless, like him who steals your purse, he often steals trash; but it is your trash, and you feel entitled to itâ€"" a poor thing, but mine own ;" and it is hsrd to view this social robber with equ mimity.â€" Boston Gazette. For the past seven or eight years difl‘m ent stories have been told concerning a dreadful monster that inhabited a body of water known as Crater Lake, situated about filty-five miles west 0! North L‘nkvllle. John Shallook. with jothers. has just seen the monster. Mr. Shalloek says it looked to be as large as a man's body, and was swimming with about two or thre: feet out of water. and going at a rapid rate, as fast a! a man could row a skiff, leaving a sim'lu‘ wave behind it. Ias face, or held, looked White, and. although it was a long way off, they coull plainly see that it was of an im- mense size. Several shots were fired at it. but it waszso far off that they cauld not see Where their bull ats struck the water. Charles Moore says the bluff: around the lake are from 1.500 to 3,000 teet above the water, and almost perpedicular.â€"Klamalll, Ore” Star. Bank oasbie; to tailor: “ You may take my measure for a suit of clothes.” “ Exactly. What 001 )r do you pre- fer “ What i the go this fall ?" " Well, for bank cashiers, Cmada gray seems to be the favorite.” ,u The Fashionable Color. An Unknown Monster. (TO BE CONTINUED.) The Social Kite. B it had was the Bow General Scott's Life was Saved and new BS3 Driver Twice Escaped. Death. The traveller of the present day, as 5 is hurried along by the lightning expre , in its bufi'et cars and palace sleepers, sel- dom reverts in thought to the time when the stage coach and packet were the only means of communication between distant points. It is rare that one of the real old-time stage drivers is met with nowa: days. and when the writer recently ran across Fayette Haskell, of Lockport N. 31., he felt like a bibliographer over the discovery of some rare volume of “for- gotten lore." Mr. Haskell, although one of the pioneers in stage driving (he formj erely ran from Lewiston to Niagara Falls and Bufla'ol, is hale and hearty and bids fair to live for many years; The strange stories of his early adventures would fill a volume. At one time when going down a mountain near Lewinton with no less a personage than General Scott as a pas- senger, the brakes gave way and the coach came on the heels of the wheel horses. The only remedy was to whip the leaders to a gallop. Gaining addi- tion-fl momentum with each revolution of the wheels the coach swayed and pitched down the mountain side into the streets of Lewiston. Straight ahead at the foot of the steep hill flowed the Niagara river, towards which the four horses dashed, ap- parently to certain death. Yet the firm hand never relaxed its hold nor the clear brain its conception of what must be done in the emergency. On dashed the horses until the narrow deck was reached on the river bank, when by a masterly exhibi- tion of nerve and daring, the coach was turned in scarce its own length and the horses brought to a stand-still before the pale lockers-on could realize what had oc- curred. A purse was raised by General Scott and presented to Mleaslrell with high compliments for his skill and bravery. Notwithstanding all his strength and robust constitution the strain of continu- ous work and exposure proved too much for Mr. Haskell’s constitution. The con- stant jolting of the coach and the neces- sarily cramped position in which he was obliged to sit, contributed to this end, and at times he was obliged to abandon driving altogether. Speaking of this period he said : “I found it almost impossible to sleep at night ; my appetite left me entirely and I had a tired feeling which I never knew before and could not accounr For." “Did you give up driving en irely ?" “No. I tried to keep up but it was only with the greatest effort. This state of things continued for nearly twenty years until last October when I went all to pieces." “In what way 1" “Oh, I doubled all up, could not walk without a cane and was inoupable of any efi‘ort or exertion. I had a constant de- sire to urinate both day and night, and although I felt like passing a gallon every ten minutes only a few drops could escape and they thick with sediment. Finally it ceased to flow entirely and I thought death was very near.” “What did you do then '1” ~ “What I should have done long beâ€" fore ; listen to my wife. Under her ad- vice I began a new treatment.” “And with what result ’I" “Wonderful. It unstopped the closed passages, and what was still more wonder] ful regulated the flow. The sediment vanished ; my appetite returned, and Iam now well and good for twenty more years, wholly through the aid of Warner’s Safe Cure that has done wonders for me as well aifor inany others.” Mr. Haskell’s experience is repeated every dayin the lives of thousands of American men and women. An un- known evil is undermining the existence of an innumerable number who do not realize the danger they are in until health has entirely departed and death perhaps stares them in the face. To neglect such important matters is like drifting in the current of Niagara above the Falls. Speaking of mmtrimmial yokes, a. New York woman has just run away with Mr. Egge. Important. When you visit or leave New York City, lave Baggage Emu-sage and Carriage Hire. and stop at: the GRAND UNION HOTEL, opposlm Grand Centml Depot. 600 ele .116 rooms fitted up at a coat of one '1' 10!! dollars. :1 and upwards per day. European plan. Ele- vator. Restaurant sup had with tbq best. Home cars. stage: an elevated mflmads to all depots. Families can live better for less money at the Grand Union Hotel than at nnv other first-class hotel in the oicv. “Culled back "*The man that forgot to pay his clock. Cuminâ€"A New Treatment. Perhaps the most axtrarordmary success thnt has been achieved in mOdern science has been attained by the Dixon Treatment, of cecal-r11. Out of atients treated dunn the past six mm s. lly ninety per cent. we been cured of this stubborn mslsdy. This is none the less startling when it is remembered that not five per cent. of the patienm‘uresenting themselves to the regular practitioner are benentted, while the patent medicines and other advertised cures never record a cure at all. Starting with the claim new generally be- lieved by the most smentiflc men that the disease __ is tine _to film presgnoei of living parasites ln the tissues. M . Dix. on at once adapted hls cure to their extermination; this accomplished the eaten-h ls practically cured. and the permenency lg 1m. queationed. ea cures effected b bun four year. ago are cures atlll. lVo one e as has ever It, tempted to cure ontnrrh in this manner. and no other treatment has ever pared oatarrh. The application of the remedy la simple and can be done at home. and the greeent season of the year is the moat favors. 'le for a speedy and permanent cure. the muorlt of cases being cured at one treatment. Su erere should cor- respond with Messrs. A. H. DIXON 8c SON. 805 ng-etreet Went. Tomato, Canada. and enclose stamp for their treatise on catarrh.â€"Montrcal Star Mr. VViuksâ€"“ Jane. have you fed the dog this moyn‘ng .7" Mn. Wufliaâ€"“ N) ; he doesn't nead any- ‘c.hing._'l “Why, I have not given him any meat si me yesterday morning ; Inve you '3" “ No, but one of Marietta fellera called last night." Not mother Pin shall go down my throat ngaln. 1.11! A citizen. "when I on: get such I prompt sud plenum cure for my Bilioun attacks. such as Dr. Omou’: 8mm. sch Bitten. It renders the Blood Pun nnd 000] Ind mlkua I lplendjd Spring Mediums. Luge In.“ no can“ THE STAGE-DRIVER’S STORY.