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THE NORTH STAR.
' A STORY or run mount on JULY, 1860, is
THE OLD SOU TIL
I.
Suanlovey creek is one of the many streams
which seek the sea through the cotton lands
of Mississippi. 'It rises somewhere in the
state of Great \Vnteis, flows through dark
ravines, ovcr level lowlands, past' broad corn
and.cotton fields, through pine wood and
thick undergrowth, taking with it every little
rivulctit crosses. It pours from stream to
stream until it: becomes as broad and resist
lessnsariver, then tumbles into the Pasca-
goula and rushes into the restless gulf.
Legends fly about this half grown river as
thick as wild turkeys. 0n the evening of
_ July 2, 1360, in front of the negro quarters of
a cotton plantation, three persons were look-
ing at this glittering line of water as it
wound about the low hills in the distance.
They were slavcs, and so ignorant that no
fiction, however much it mutilated the possi-
bilities, was beyond their belief. Two were
men—specimens of physical perfection, broad
shouldered, muscular, straight; of limb and
7 with beads that would have been the delight
arid the despair of a sculptor. An active
imagination could palm them off upon itself
as black gods masquerading in “crash" and
jeans. One was so black he looked as if he
had been polished. The other had an unmis-
takable kinship with the white race, though
the dark part of his nature was the stronger.
The third member of the group was a girl,
slender and very pretty. She was more than
half white and had the regularity of features
which goes with that degree of mixed African
and white blood. She was .15 years old, but
singularly childish in manner and expression
for a slave. '
Leaning against a magnolia ti'cc, her atti-
tude all grace, she was the single bit oi
human beauty whichgavo soul to the calm
landscape. Where did she get that lithcncss
of body and that look of patient sadness in
her face? Ono was perhaps a freakish gift of
nature; the other came from generations of
repression and submission practiced by her
din-l: ancestors. '
She wore a dress of faded blue print, of a
holiday gloss and stiffness, and a but which
reflected the history of several possessors and
gave evidence of long service with each one-
8110 had cndcnvorcd to innko terms with
fashion by giving it an extra flare and adorn-
ing it with a bunch of wild millet. As it
perched jauntily on the waves of her dull,
crisp, copper brown hair. as pathetic a cari-
cature on fashionable millinery as the world
afforded, it bespoke tho feminine fondness for
personal effect, as strong in the slave as in the
sci-creigu.
If the accident of birth had bestowed upon
this girl the blessings incidental to self
ownership and civilization, she would have
been an artist in self adornment. As it; was
she me: a slave, "damned with the dower of
beauty,” with a woman’s pride of person and
a child’s mind.
The two men sat on the grass at her feet,
weary and grimy from their day’s work.
Their clothing was a mere concession to de-
cency; their faces masks of ignorance and
ruin-or: of furnish. :1 claim knows no wui 1d
outside his narrow environments to be in-
terested in: he has no literature as food for
thought; no joyous memories to recall. IIis
closest friends are the birds and tho becs, the
squirrels and wood rats, the pigeons and the
paroqucts. He talks to the trees and flowers:
Sings to tho winds; hears voices in tho storm,
and linds comrades in the stars. Shut out
from ncarnes's to his fellow men, he discovers
a soul in every animate or inanimate thing.
This it is which makes the negro supersti-
tious. His world is peopled with the unseen.
One of these men. the one with the yellow
skin, was the girl’s brother—«it least they had
had the same mother. J ulius belonged with
his siszcr at Boycr’s plantation, three miles
”down Suanlovey, but was hired out “up to
Buslcy’s" for the summer. Once» a week
J anoy brought his allowance of clean clothes
—a colored shirt and pair of cotton trousers.
This was the cause of her presence that even-
tug.
She swung a dingy basket. The branches
of evergreen, tho bunches of poppy mallow
and cinquassia leaves which were woven in
its willows and tied to its handle told tales of
a slow trip. It did not matter. She was not
an overworked slave. Indeed, she scarcely
worked at all. The afternoon was her own.
and she could go homo by moonlight.
Janoy’s brother loved her better than uny-
tliiug else upon earth. Indeed, the earth held
so little that was beautiful to him it is not
. strange that: she was first, best and dearest
always. She was the only soul united to him
by tics of blood and affection, and being
younger by a dozen years, she was like a
daughter more than a sister. Their mother
had long been dead, and a black manna] had
kept them both under her wing for adozeu
years.
Janoy‘s weekly visit to Julius was an event
in her life, as well as in her brother’s. It was
even more to Christopher, the coal black
member of the trio. It was a glimpse of
heaven. .
Looking at her he forgot the dull despair of
his dreary days. Thinking of her ho remem-
bered not his degradation. Dreaming of her
he envied not the angels. He had no hope of
possessing her. He simply loved lier.' \Vhat
she said, how she looked, the lightness of her
step and the music of her voice were the pre-
cious possessions of memory which could not
be taken from him. Her image sweetened
boil for him and could have sweetened death.
He knew none of the beautiful ways of love
which are spontaneous with its existence in u
cultivated at lilOSplIel'O. The very intensity of
his feeling made him dumb and shy.
And she! Had she been a belle instead of a
slave and Christopher a gentleman, one
glance of his worshipful eyes would have re-
vealed his secret. As it was, she no more
recognized the symptoms of love than she
would the approach of a comet.
She turned her eyes toward Christopher, us
he sat on the hillside, from time to time, as
site talked. as calmly us she would have
looked at a bird or a friendly dog.
In honor of Janey‘s visit Julius had brought
his and Christopher‘s supper from their cabin
and spread it on the hillside. The bill of fare
comprised corn bread, bacon and a water-
melon, whose adventurcs by water and land
it would. be neither polite nor wise to investi-
gate too closely; and J anoy had contributed
wild berries, gathered on hor way down. Mea-
ger us the feast was, more than one of the jaded
' black souls who passed up the hillside path
leading to the slaves’ quarters envied the
three their fitting-picnic.
After the me was finished J anoy remem-
bered that she bad news to tell.’
“Julius,” she said, “day catched Eph yis-
terdy. He’d been gone seven days."
“How’d they git: ’im?”
“Mn udcr’s hounds.”
The aces of both men suddenly lowered.
Christopher asked, “Rios he hurt?”
“A good deal, mummy said; and that may-
hethe won't live; dey beat him so after dey
brung him back,” she added, with a look of
pity in her big, dark eyes.
“An’, Julius,” she continued, “Bells’ Caro-
lino’s gone, and some say she‘s drowndod in
Swanlovcy. Jake Jinkins says he seed her
ghost, all thin and white like, walkin’ right
on do top ob do water down by do riber road
crossin’, and she had do baby dey sold away
from her in her arms. An', Julius, do ole
preacher’s only been dead two weeks and he’s
been seen free times, settin’ in do church door,
p‘intiu’ with his finger to do norf. Jake
Jinkins says it means sumpin’; dat all do
dead people ’ats been seen lately are pintiu’ to
do norf or do norf star. Uncle Zeke says de
angel ob dc Lord is soon to come from de norf
to set us all free; but he never speaks it out
loud. Ho jist whispers it."
Both J aney’s hearers listened to these start-
ling stories with profound interest and with-
out a flash of incredulity in their eyes. The
supernatural was as real to them as theii-own
bodies. the ground they walked upon, or the
cattle grazing in the meadows. They were
strangers to the specter of doubt. They not
only believed what they saw and compre-
hended, but what they fancied and could not
understand. ,
Julius gazed long mid earnestly northward
with a far away look in his cym.
“An’, Julius,” Janey continued, “they say
do day after to-morrow ’s the Fo’th 0’ July.
Some 0" Middleton’s folks goiu’ into town to
see. ,it. Au’ they’ll roast thipgs and make
figure at night did have a. big time What is
Fo’tli July?”
‘fIt’s do day to make a joll’fication and a
noise over Independence and Freedom,” an-
swered Julius.
“What is in’peudence and. freedom?" ques-
tioned Janey; while Christopher’s eyes showed
that he, too, was quite in the dark on these
subjects.
“They means fur nobody to own yo, nobody
to sell yo nur to buy ye, nobody to lick ye,
nobody to make ye work and take yer yei-n-
iu’s; they means fur ye to be free.”
“But Fo’th J uly is‘n‘t our day." said Chris-
topher. “ We isn’t free. We never will be
free.” and he sighed.
"No, we isn’t free,” said Julius, sadly; “but
I hopes for freedom. I dreams of it sortie-
times, and it’s like heubcn. Nobody to buy
yc, nurto soil yo. Every follah a ownin’ of
himself,” and he, too, sighed. '
Then J ancy told various little incidents of
plantasion life at Boycr’s; how sick the mas-
ter had been; how long "young massa” had
been gone; how it was whispered that Joe,
the stable boy, was going to run away, and
all the tales, true and fictitious,-which were
flying through the colored months at “Buy-
cr’s.” Christopher and Julius repaid her so-
ciability by,telling the occurrences of the week
in their narrow, work ridden lives. Chris-
topher gave a. literary coloring to the conver-
sation by relating a dream in which a wild
out, two alligators and the ghost of a dog fig-
ured prominently. Janey looked suddenly
down the road, and the hand that held the
flower trimmed basket trembled and grew
cold. Christopher and Julius saw the same
sight simultaneously, and their magnificent
bodies seemed to shrink as though a wither-
ing blast had swept over them; but they said
nothing. '
Dennis MIL; ru ler, accompanied by his body
guard of blood hounds, was riding up the hill.
There Was not. a slave, big or little, within a
radius of twenty miles who would not shud-
der with (h‘cad at that spectacle. Magrudcr
was a local despot among the slaves—a “nig-
ger trainer” and “nigger whippcr.” He had
been invested with unlimited power over the
blacks, and he used it mercilessly. All rebel-
lious slaves in his scc.ion were sent to him for
chustiscmeiit. a recreation in which he took
unalloyed delight. He had a regular whip-
ping house on his grounds, furnished with all
the implements of torture and subjugation
which his inventive mind could devise. One
of his original ways of administeringpunish-
ment; was to slap the naked bodies of the
slaves with the broad side of a. long and flexi-
blc hnndsaw until the exposed skin was a
solid blister, and then to ubrado it with the
teeth of the saw drawn rapidly over it as
many ti tires as there was space to operate on.
He kept an overflowing kennel of blood-
houuds, seven or eight of which always ac-
companied him as he rode to and from his
mills and over the country. One of his favor-
itc freaks was to ride through the negro
quarters of the neighboring plantations at
midnight, the deep, mellow bass of the bay-
ing dogs and the cluttering of his horse’s well
shod hoofs sending terror to the hearts of tho
slumbcring slaves.
Great as was the negro horror of Satan,
they who knew Magruder feared him more.
And this monster was a native of the north.
The same state which produced Wendell Phil-
lips wus responsible for his existence.
He came up the hill at a jaunty pace. his
horse’s feet flinging the red sand in a spirit of
defiant delight. It was a handsome horse,
black and g ossy, with a proud ucau uuu an'
eye as ugly and evil as his master’s. His
rider was almost a model as to physique, and
his face was less coarse than his character.
It was only in his cold blue eycs that his
hateful spirit betrayed itself. He was dressed
with n. dandyish niceness, even to a high silk
but, new and glossy—a rare object in that
part; of the cotton country then.. Mr. Ma-
gruder was particular as to bats and gar-
ments. If his soul had been as shapely and
as clean as his body and his clothes he never
would have figured in this story.
He drew rein before the little group on the
hillside, and said to Julius and Christopher,
in the deliberate. decisive voice which inspired
greater fear than would a thunderous torrent
of wrath from another:
"1 want you to be at the mill an hour
‘earliei' to-morrow morning. "
“Yes, niussa,” they faltered.
Then he looked at J auey. It was a signifi-
cant look and well calculated to inspire alarm.
Dennis Magrudcr dover honored any save his
victims with so much attention. The girl
could not comprehend it, but she feared it.
Half sick with terror she put one arm around
the tree she was leaning against and tried her
best to appear unconcerned. Christopher
saw the white man’s peculiar glanceand the
girl’s deadly fear, and his heart almost broke
in its dumb anguish. It was a moment when
it was pcculiurly' bitter to be a slave.
It pleased Mr. Magruder to prolong his »
dialogue with the two negro men. The hounds
trotted idly about, going up on the hillside and
saluting the two men in the friendliest manner.
One went close to Janey and sniffed at her
basket, which she instantly let drop in an
access of terror. Yet the brutes, like their-
master, looked less ferocious than they were.
It was only in their bloodshot eyes that their
gory tastes were indicated.
Persons who have never seen the blood-
hound and have read of his fierce attacks
upon the objects of his prolonged pursuits,
and seen him in pictures with his broad nose
close to the ground, and heard him described
as following the scent “with deep opening
mouth that makes the wclkin tremble,” think
of him as in a chronic state of fury. Yet
when not on hunting duty he isthe most ami-
able of his race, with an expression as mild as
the face of a stage soldier.
The seven which escorted Dennis Magmder
loitered in polite patience about his horse’s
feet and on the hillside by the slaves while
their master talked, their dark backs and
tawny legs glistening In the light of the dying
sun.
In a few minutes the despot turned to
Janey again, and said: “Where do you be-
long?" '
“At Boyer-’s," she answered, without raising
her eyes.
“Thou it"s time you were going home,” he
said.
“I’se ’lowed to stay till 10 o’clock,” she mur-
murcd.
Sensible of the terror he inspired in these
helpless creatures, and glorying in it as mean
minds always glory in tyranny, ho whistled
to the dogs and rode away.
As he disappeared down. the hill Janey sunk
to the ground as though no~ longer able
to stand, and Julius turned his eyes north-
ward, while his face wore an expression which
was a prayer. No one spoke. Christopher’s
soul was a sea of commotion. In a moment
the death’s head had entered his dream and
would grin there forever-more.
Fate is fond of grouping together the peo-
ple it has designs upon just before it scatters
them with its sweeping hand. It had just
made a striking sketch, and three of its vic-
tims, at least, felt it in some strange, inex-
plicable way. If any of the shadow which
Dennis Magruder left behind followed him
as he rode whistling down past the open wood
and up the level road which followed the
creek for a mllc,'no one ever knew it.
The trio on the hillside sat silent. Each
felt a sense of change, indeflnable, but awful.
The day fouled out of sight, and one by one
the stars came forth and looked down upon
the old earth, tenderly, pityingly, as they
have looked ever since there was a world to
look upon. The moon rose from behind the
pine fringed horizon and wrapped everything
in the cold glory of her light. How still the
scene was, and how beautiful! The low mur-
mur that came from the slaves’ cabins had
died away. {Not a motion echoed from the
ground. A mocking bird which had been
crying from the bent sycamore at the foot of
the hill grew tired of the sad splendor of the
scene and flew southward on slow and weary
wings. It was such a night as “one could al-
most fecl the earth swinging through space."
Julius sat looking at the northern sky,
thinking of the hopelessness of slavery; and
of the vision of the ghost of the old preacher
sitting in the door of the empty church and
pointing with his finger- to the north. Was
there an angel coming from that land of tra-
ditional justice to set them all free? Musing
on the figure he sang in a low monotone:
“How long, how long, how long, 0 Lord.
Befo‘ wo see his flamin‘ sword?"
He thought the north star never burned
With such glorious brightness before. Every
slave know the north star, that beacon of
freedom, the “Lord’s lantern,” as they often
called it, though all other knowledge of as-
tronomy was uurevcaled to thorn. Julius
farsiegl that it tried to talk to him. it had
sauna human look upon its face. In imagi-
nation ho was beneath it among the free
people who such would celebrate the anniver-
sary of their freedom with the booming of
cannon and much merry making. '
He wondered if the flaming sword which
was to sever the bonds of his race would
come from the star of freedom. Again the
stillness of the night was broken by the same
[no hotic appeal to the God he never doubted,
though his life had been lived outside of the
range of his mercies:
"How long, how long, how long. 0 Lord.
Befo‘ we see his fiamin‘ sword i”
Already the angel lind troubled the waters;
but he knew it not. ’I‘ho.“fluming sword" would
soon be glancing over the hilltops, flashing on
the highways and gleaming by the sea. boriio
by nearly 2,000,000 of men. It was coming
swift and certain. It would cut out justice,
though the rivers ran red with blood. Al-
ready tho spirit: of freedom was surging like
a rising tcnipcst far to the northward and
_ would roar southward in a tornado of terror.
Justice, which is “immaculate, immutable and
immortal," was coming to the race long for-
gotten by it. Tho angel of freedom had be-
gun his flight toward the land of sorrow.
“IIow beautiful were his feet upon the moun-
tains! IIow glorious his face in the valleys!”
The night was so still that the three sad
souls who longed for him might have almost
heard the rustic of his wings.
Somewhere Julius, who had the musical
spirit; of his .ruco strong within him, had
picked up a song which breathed the desire of
his heart, and this he sang while the others
listened in silent sympathy. It could only be
sung when no master was high, for it told of
discontent and the hope of freedom. two pos-
sessions forbidden n'slavc:
O, izorf star, shinin‘ o’er de freelan‘.
Tell us do glories dat ye see,
In de country ob do Canaan—-
Canaan. dc lan' ob (to free.
0, norf star, lead us out o‘ bondage,
Like Moses o‘er do 010 Red sea
Led all ob Isr‘els weary chillun,
To Canaan, de lau’ ob dc free.
0, uorf star, yc‘z do fi‘ry pillar,
Bright, blazin‘ in do sky for me;
If yer light I could but foller, _
I’d rest on do lan‘ ob dc free.
0, norf star, yc‘z dc torch of liebben,
l-‘o’ which do shudders all flee;
If I can row my beat up near ye.
I’ll anchor in do harbor ob do free.
Janey’s brother and Christopher walked
with her to "the turn of the road when she
started home, and the walk was a memorable
one, as walks taken under invisible clouds
always are.
Julius‘ song had opened the gates of fancy
for his sister, and her poor little untaught
mind was picturing the “glories of the free-
laud.” What was it like—that country
where everybody was free? In imagination
she was already there, dressed in pretty
clothes and walking with a proud step. She
forgot Dennis; Magruder and the nameless
dread he had cast. upon her; forgot every-
thing in the splendors of fancy which un-
folded uiider the light of the “Lord’s lantern.”
“Goodby, Julius. Goodby, Chrissfer,” she
called to them as she went on her road alone.
“Goodby, Janey, goodby,” echoed back.
The two comrades started homeward slowly.
As they passed down the slope of hill there
was a quick rustle by the wayside, and a
rabbit or wood rat bounded across the road
in front of them like a flush. Their teeth
chattcrcd with superstitious dread. Julius
was the first to confess his fear.
“Criss’fer,” he said, “I feel like somebody
was walkin’ obcr his grave. I knows dat
was only avarmint; but I’sc cold all obcr.
An’ I had a cur’us dream last night. I dremp
you an’me was tangled in a great snarl o’
rope—a snarl so big it reached to do sky
above an’ to do bindin’ where do earth un'
sky meet below. Fas’ as we’d try to unkeoyl
out ch it Massa Mag-radar ’d fasscn us in it
agin. All do triggers aii’ all do white folks
was lookin’ on; but dey didn’t help us to get
loose. Atlas’, jist as we thought we’d be
smashed by -do weight ob It, Janey come
right down frue do clouds an’ scatter-«1.110
tangles ob do rope like dey was ravclins, an’
everybody dis’peared—even Mussa Magi-rider
faded out like a streak o’ ’lasses wid a piece 0’
soap after it. Spec Massa Magrudcr’s goin’
to lick us ’fore long."
Then, after a brief silence and a glance at;
his own and Christopher’s bruwny body. he
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disintegration." stewardess.
white, ort to lick us."
“Yes, we is strong,” said Christopher.
glancing appreciativcly at his stalwart
figure. “If you or me hit a man he’d be apt
to fall.”
“IfIhitn. man an’ he didn’t fall I’d go
roun’bebin’ him to see what; was proppin’
’im up,” said Julius.
Janey walked on southward till she reached
apoint where the road turned away from
the stream. .Suanlovey, glistening in the
moonlight, was like a companion, and she
hated to leave it. Going close to the water‘s
edge for a parting look she spied a little boat,
with a pair of oars lying within it, tied
loosely to a tree with a badly worn rope. It
was a fccblc, dingy little craft—u slave’s bout.
Thinking to paddle awhile near the shore, she
untied the rope and got in.
been echoing
had
through her brain, filling .her soul with fair
Her brother’s- song
visions of freedom. Softly she sang:
“O norf star. ye‘s dc torch ob hebben,
Fo’ which do shudders all flee;
If I can row my boat up near ye,
I‘ll anchor in do harbor ob do free."
She repeated the refrain again and again,
and the spark of hope that was in it set her
brain on fire. How far wm it to the free
land? She wished she had asked Julius. It
surely couldn’t be so very, very far. Just
over the hills, beyond the woodlands—a day‘s
journey, perha . Was it straight under the
north start ouldn’t she reach it? How
glorious it would be to row on and on until
the “Lord’s lantern” hun above her head
and she rested “in the bar r of the free?”
The little boat lulled like a leaf on. the water
while the girl hesitated at: the turning tide of
her doom. Near her, invisible but irresisti-
ble, hovered the genius of her destiny.
Suddenly both cars fiashedlike sabers and
the boat turned and shot northward. The little
slave girl was rowing toward freedom by the
light of the “_Lord’s lantern.” '
How she sped through the water! It was
nothing that the current was against her;
nothing that the “torch of heaven” was so
far away. She was going towards it. She
would surely reach it. Like glances of light
her slender paddles rose and fell. Like a bird
upon the wing the narrow boat flew up the
river. Do, on in the still night it sped. 0n,
on, past dark swamp lands; past bountiful
cotton fields, around hills. under bridges,
through lonely forests-on, on in the moon-
light shot the little white boat.
By and by her arms grew weary. The oars
had become heavy and unmanageable. With
a -child’s trust she pushed her boat to the
shore till its keel, stuck in the sand, thinking
to rest a little while and then go on toward
the “fi’ry pillar,” which surclyhnust be nearer
now. Drawing her oars into the boat she
curled down beside them with her head on
her hit of faded shawl and fell asleep.
11 .
Dennis. hiagruder was always astir early.
Tyrants usually rise with the lurk. They are
economical of time. They can’t get a full
measure of cruelty into a short day. On the
following morning he was earlier at the mill
than usual. The day had scarcely begun. The
sun himself had just risen. ,
One by one the slaves who worked at the
mill came from odd paths through the thick
wood. Mr. Magruder walked about with a
brisk step. Suddenly he saw something of
interest out on the dam above the mill. It
was a boat, small and white, but it had no
outsmart. It drifted, floated, whirled round
and round and rocked idly. Yet there was
something in its-something which looked like
a human figure. Mr. Magruder ejected a few
oaths, called his bounds and sent them into
the water to fetch the boat.
They started with along, loud, deep, melo-
dious howl, their loan, narrow heads protrud-
ing from the water and their eyes blazing.
The fury of pursuit was upon them. As they
neared the boat they uttered in chorus £11-
other long, loud, mellow note of savage joy.
Though the sleep of the slave is almost as
deep as the sleep of the grave, this awful
reveille roused the figurein the boat, and she
sat upright. She who had gone to sleep
dreaming of lands of beauty and peace, and,
as she thought, for on her way toward free-
dom, awoke to find herself surrounded by
haying bloodhounds.
She looked ’shoreward and‘suw Dennis Mn.—
gruder and a group of terror stricken slaves,
and knew that no help would come from that
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Tho dogs were close upon the boat. The
breath from their expansive nostrils almost
scorched her. 'l‘hcir bloodshot eyes were
glaring into her face, and from their loose
and hanging lips foam was flying. One,
bolder than the rest, flung one of his legs on
the edge of the boat and began to clamber in.
Thegirl trimmed the boat and tried to shake
himloose, while upon her childish face set-
tlcd a look of voiceless terror.
unussertive as she was by nature, in the su-
preme hour of danger she was heroic. She
grasped one of the oars which had lain idle
while she floated down the stream, and. rais-
ing it with all her‘stréngth, she brought it
down on the head of the attacking brute.
which was already over the edge of tho boa‘
There was a sound of crunching bone. a
with a horrible gurgle in his loose throat the
brute rolled over in a death struggle and
disappeared beneath the water. Then Janey
stood upright, and with a cry of anguish so
' awful, so heart rcnding that all who heard it
never ceased to hear it. she flung herself into
the water and soul: out of sight.
The dogs'undcrstood that something terri-
ble had happened and swam silently back to
the shore.
Dennis liiagruder ordered some one, any
one of the slaves who witnessed the tragedy
to swim after her, but none of them obeyed.
Just as the little figure rose to the surface
the second time after her disappearance Chris-
topher and Julius emerged from a forest
They say that love is blind;but in moments
of extreme peril hesees with more than mortal
sight. Christopher saw the empty boat rock-
ing on' the stream, the paralyzed group on
the shc re, the outline of the girl’s figure
floating on the water, and in a. moment he
struck out into the dam. After many vain
efforts he clutched ’her in his arms and took
her to the slim-erbut it was only a dead body
that he carried up the path to the mill yard.
Her soul had anchored “in the harbor of the
free.” The race which had begun but a f ow
hours before was already won, though the
victory was only gained by passing through
the gates of death.
Julius clasped the. pulseless body in his
arms and broke into lanientation. Christo-
pher, though his love was the greater,
clinched his hands and stood mutely by. His
heart was beuumbed. It was as though his
soul had been torn from his body, leaving
life, but no feeling. Then a sense of the ow-
ful injustice which had made such a. tragedy
possible began to burn within him, and he
questioned his bruised soul to know if there
was a God.
Suddenly the deep whir of the sawmill be-
gun, and Msgruder came up and ordered the
. two mourners to go inside and go to work.
' “Oh. massal” walled Julius, “she’s my sis-
ter, my little Janey; the only soul I Iubbcd
on ea’th. She’ll soon be put out o’ my sight
anyway; let me be near her a little while
longer. I’ll work all night, ebry night or as
ea‘rp in do momin’ as ye want me to to make
up or it. Let me take her home.”
Magruder was in the worst posible humor.
The girl had foiled him in the most unex-
pected way. He was inwardly furious at the
shape events had taken, and was meaner than
over in consequence.
“I’ll have no snivelin’ over dead triggers
here. The little yellow idiot drowned herself.
She doesn’t deserve any pity. Go in and go
to work. "
‘ The strong black man trembled with ago-
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in his arms for an instant, while his giant
frame shook with sobs. Then he laid her ten-
derly on the rough pine boards and turned
away. Christopher passed his hand over her
face in farewell, and together they entered
the mill.
Jancy’s slender body lying so still on the
pine boards was not a plewnt sight to Den-
nis Mugrudcrns he moved about giving or-
ders, and after he had endured- it two or
three Lfiai‘s he sent her home. Julius and
Christopher heard the rumble of the wagon
which did duty as hearse and guessed the ser-
vice it was performing; but they only worked
the harder and said nothing. _ ‘
After the day’s toil Was done and they had
returned to, their cabin at “Mama Busley’s”
they got permission to go down to Massa
Boyer’s and help to bury Janey.
In the rudest portions of the cotton coun-
try, in the days of slavery. the negroes buried
each other at night. Daylight hours were
too valuable to the money making cotton
raisers to be wasted in “nigger funerals.” A
slave’s burial was a brief ordinance any time,
and J one "s obscqulcs were like all the rest.
She was carried out in the moonlight and
lowered into 9. grave in a little spot of earth
already populous with the dead. The negi'oes
of the plantation stood around with awed
faces. A tottering old man mumbled a.
prayer, a hymn was sung and the grave
filled up.
Julius and Christopher walked home in
silence, thinking of the awful record the day
had made. , '
On the brow of the hill where they had
stood the evening before and watched Janey
out of sight they paused. The night was as
holy. the calm as perfect, the scene as beauti- '
ful as though death was unknown. Yet its
grandeur was hateful to them. The old earth
had suddenly become unsightly to their eyes.
All that they loved had gone out of it.
Had a day or a your gone by since they
stood there last in the moonlight? Hours in
which we suffer much seem like cternities in
memory.
Julius looked again to the north star, little
dreaming of the part it had played in his 513;-
ter‘s destiny, and thought of the promised
angel of Freedom and marveled at his long
delay. He seemed further oil‘ than ever to
the sore heart of the slave. Lifting his hands
heavenward he murmured:
"How long. how long, how long. 0, Lord,
Befo‘ we see his flamin' sword?“
III.
0n the afternoon of the 4th of July Dennis
‘Magruder sat in the door of his mill, whistling
and beating time with his foot. He was rest-
less. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon and
the day was warm. He had been up to the
Cross Roads, down below the turpentine
forest and at Williams’ plantation, and still
there were two or three hours on his hands
that he didn’t know what to do with. He
went in and out; 'of the mill, down to the shore
of the dam and came back and sat down un-
der a tree in front of the wide mill door. His
dogs were scattered round in shady places,
panting as though existence in such heat was
an intolerable burden. Their tongues pro-
truded over their loose lips, and their flabby
thrbam pulsed painfully.
“Itb a long day—a dismally long day.” said
Magmder aloud. .
After wondering what he could do to make
time swifter on the wing, it occurred to him
that it would be finishing out the day appro-
priately and satisfactorily to “lick a nigger."
“Haven’t licked a nigger for a week," he solil-
oquized. (no had killed one, but he didn’t
count that.) There was inspiration in the
thought. His face brightened at it like the
earth under the spring sun. Better .still. he
would "lick two triggers."
He had no trouble in selecting victims to
administer upon, either. Since J aney’s death
Julius and Christopherhad made him feel
uncomfortable. '1‘ e inexprossible loathing
which they carried in their simple, sorrowful .
hearts made itself felt through the mute sub-
mission of their manner. They were as hum-
bly obedient as ever and outwardly as re-
spectful. They were not even sullen. They
were too sad for that. Deep as was the sense
of injury and injustice in their hearts they
entertained no hope of revenge or redress.
As well might they dream of striking back at
the lightning. They said, “Yes, massa,” and
“No. massa,” as humbly and gently as though
his brutality had not robbed them of all they
loved.
‘ Nevertheless Mr. Magruder felt uncom-
fortable in their promos. ' The cure for that
would be to make them still more uncom-_
fortable. The suggestion developed into a
plan in the despot’s mind, and he rose and
went into the mill.
Not far from his home, and a mile or more
from the mill,-Magruder had what he called
a “music room,"otherwiso a house of torture,
and thither he ordered the two slaves to pro-
ceed.
IIc mounted his horse and followed close
open their heels-so close he could have heard
what they said had they cared to talk, which
they did ' not. It was wonderfully suggestive
of i :ittlo driving. The hounds started in) fol-
low, but he forbade them and ordered them
kcniicled until his return.
flow jauntily he rode! Ho whistlcd snatches
of long forgotten tunes and bummed a frag-
ment of a jolly sopg. His spirits were rising.
Gentle, timid..
VDUTCH FARMERS'
he was on the truck of a little diversion.
Really, it wasn’t such a tedious day to get
through after all, if it was the Fourth of
J nly—a day he always hated.
The two chattels walked on in silence. Once
only did Julius’ lips move, and four words
came forth, to . which his companion rc-
Sponded by a single glance. Ilad their driver
heard the words and seen the niiswcr which
flashed back his buoyant spirits might have
fallen a degree or so.
Mr. Magruder’s “music room” was an old
house in the depths of the lowland forest.
Isolated in location and dilapidated in appear-
ance, it was lonely as tho grave. It had
several compartments, all furnished in accord-
ance with their intended use. It pleased him
to spend his leisure hours there sometimes.
The “music room” proper was a marvel of
diabolical ingenuity. Saws, clubs, ropes,
snaps, and other implements of torture were
ranged on the wall in ghastly precision, and
two stout posts, bristling with rings, stood in
the middle of the floor.
They entered the house, and Mugruder
locked the door, and put tho big, rusty key in
his pocket. Then he took down some ropes
and along, litnber saw, and ordered Christo-
pher to strip and Julius to fasten him to one
of the posts. As he gave the command he
took froui his pocket; in huge revolver and
toyed with it. Such a thing use. slave revolt-
ing against punishment was unheard of in the
cotton country. Mr. Magruder never dreamed
of needing the revolver, although he had two
strong men to deal with; but he enjoyed the
terror it inspired. ,
Julius moved as if to obey him, and Chris-
pher came a step nearer. There was a
signal from eye to eye, and in an instant a
pistol shot rang through the lonely forest,
Magruder lay upon the floor, and the two
desperate slaves stooped over a dead man.
Looking at him as he laystuincd with his
own blood, they thought, of his deeds of
cruelty, the torture, the tyranny and murders
which cried out against him, and their wrath
rose to insane fury. Death was not enough.
They would put that cruel face out of sight
forever. They would leave him a headless
wanderer in ghostland until the day of judg-
ment. With revengeful energy they chopped
his head from his body and dropped it into a
disused well under the old porch, and care-
fully fastened the boards over it again. In
their superstitious souls they believed that his
wretched spirit would search vainly for its
missing head until the resurrection.
Then they went to their but at “Massu Bus-
ley’s.” They knew what the consequences of
their act would be, and made ready to ac-
cept them. Hope of escape there was none.
Magruder was dead, but his hounds were not.
Canada, the modern Cannon, was far away,
and the path beset by obstacles and perils.
That was a night to remember througli all
eternity. They knew that the morrow would
bring their doom, and they waited for it: with
a. calmness that would have made indistin-
guisheiKl martyr immortal.
They saw the rockets which were sent up
from the village to celebrate the Fourth of
July. They looked again and again at the
star-lit landscape—the bit of this beautiful.
sad world which environed them—and talked
of the stars. the Lord, the dead man in the
house in the forest and of Janey, and won-
dered what life meant, and how it would
seem to be dead, until, with their arms
around each other, they fell asleep for the
last time on earth.
While they slept on the edge of a dreadful
doom, the white people all over the country
celebrated the anniversary of the birth of
freedom, the dawn of independence.
Late that night Dennis Mugrudcr’s horse
reached home, riderless arid trembling with
terror; but not until morning was thcdes-
pot‘s headless body found in his house of for-
turo.
No time was lost in disposing of Christopher
and Julius. Law was a luxury never wasted
upon slaves in that section of country. There
was no quibbling 'as to thcdcgrco of their
guilt; no such preliminary nonsense as a.
trial. When asked if they had killed Ma-
gruder they said they had.
Before midday they were dead—hanged be-
tween two corn cribs. All the slaves within
cull were commanded to witness the hanging
that they might see how costly a thing self
defense was. Though they acknowledged
having killed Magrudcr they refused to tell
where they had put his head. '
As Julius looked for the lost time upon the
earth, he said: “It’ll only set me free to hang
me; an’ I neber could 0’ got free no odor way.
their; theme-no. *bcrrmhe- utteredmvmslaip
around whose memory romance has woven
an immortal fame: “You bind my body for
destruction, but you free my soul for immor-
tality.”"
Christopher, whose nature was self con-
tained as a god’s, met. his death in silence.
Dennis Magruder was buried without his
head, a fearful thing from the slave's super-
stitious standpoint and a shameful thing in
the Opinion of the white part; of the popula-
tion. He at once took rank as the most for-
rifying and unappessablo ghost; that ever
haunted the shores of Suanlovey, and in con.
sequence kept the slaves almost as much in
terror when dead as when alive. Chilling
tales of his headless spirit having been seen
night after night by the mill and on the road
that led to the house in the forest were told
and retold, and are still told.
Since then the “flaming sword” which Julius
longed to see has swept over the southland,
leaving a trail f blood down to the waters of
the great gulf, ut washing away the curse of
slavery forever. V
Sunnlovey seeks the sea as steadily as of old,
and tho headless ghost of Magruder still lin-
ers on its banks. The story of his hateful
ifs and awful death is told o’er and o’er
again by the elderly negros to their free
grandchildren. 0n the evening of the 4th
of July not one of them will venture nenrthe
forest where he was killed, for on that night
he is bound to be seen.
And the whisper another tnlo which makes
the eyes 0 the listener circular and serious.
It is that sometimes on moonlit nights a little
white boat without an oarsman floats down
Suanlovey, and when opposite the ruins of
Magruder’s mill a slender girl rises. suddenly
from within it and with a long, loud wail of
anguish dings herself into the water.
Gustavus Gauursou.
SUPERSTITIONS.
Signs, Omens and Folk Lore Found
Among the Pennsylvania Dutch. .
The Pennsylvania Dutch farmer has a
world of superstitous lore by which to adjust
his daily toil. He must seed his fields not so
much with regard to the condition of the soil
as that of the moon, which must be on the in-
crease." Timber is cut when the moon is on the
wane, or the sap will not run, and the wood
will rot; or if the wind changes to the cast
chopping is instantly stopped. If the new moon
lies on its back with sharp, uppointing horns,
all the farm forces are marshaled for long
and vigorous work; and if it comes on :1 Mon-
(lay, good luck of every sort comes with it.
Mushrooms picked under a waning moon
must never be eaten; but fruit must 0.] v.1: )1;
be then picked to preserve its plumpness,
juices and fragrance. There are a hundred
other odd things which are done, or are not
done, “with the moon.”
A young bull and an old cock make a farm
full and good stock, is an invariable rule with
the Pennsylvania Dutch farmer. So, too,
he believes that beating a walnut tree iii-
creases its yield. The hoarse croaking of
crows surely means foul weather; while if
the pigs scurry about with straws flutter-
ing from their frothing jaws, everything
must be put midcr cover from the coming
rain. Odd numbers of eggs must always be
furnished the setting hon; the mournful
whistling of plovcrs bids all be on their
guard against general ill; a horse with one
white foot is not only valuable, but is also a
sort of mascot; and it is ever unpropitious to
be recalled after having set out on the most
trifling of journeys, though the harm may be
forfended by asking for. and partaking of,
meat audvdrink.
Regarding death, disease and health getting,
there is a lugubrious lot of spooks, omens and
queer doings. When the night doctor, a
night prowling hobgoblin, is heard riding past,
the simple countryman turns shuddering iu
hisbed, for he knows a death is to occur in
the neighborhood. If the church doors are
heard to.rattlo with unusual violence, that ,
announces a coming demise. A corpse which
does not quickly stiffen portends another
death in the same faintly. If a new broom is
used in any home in May the head of the
house will die. The first one to enter a new
church .is sure to die within a twelvemonth,
or worse, he everlastingly given over to the
devil. A chicken chirping sound (this is dis-
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sure prestige of death. If a funeral is unex-
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of uprooted trees in one’s yard; to see bees
swarm on a dead tree or a rotten stick; to
have a cat die in the house, or to have awhite
pigeon alight on the chimney, are all sure
slgnaof death—Edgar L. Wakeman’s Letter.
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photograph or pencil sketch. tespectfuliy,
n. P. W. Bates.
_ J. G. GregOryftGo.
Desire to state that in addition to a full line of
Drugs, Proprietary Medicines and Druggists’
Sundries they are prepared to receive
« orders for
Silk, Cotton or. Linen
ELASTIC HOSE:
For varicose or enlarged veins. Warrauted to
fit. and at. reduced rates. . V '
They also desire to state that they have accepted
the agency of the New York Vaccine 00., and will‘
keep a supply of
rear outrun Vienna nous
Constantly on hand.
They have in stock Electric Batteries, which.
will be sold at close figures. They carryalso a full
assortment of Keystone Writing Paper Packets.
DEBENTURE . BONDS
6 0.’ o didtiul’tioo Mourners
or the New England Lou and Trust Co.
This is one of the oldest, most conservative and
successful institutions dealing in such securities.
Eleven years' experience without a dollar of loss
to investors. ‘
Each $100,000 of debentured is secured by $102 -
000 of mortga s. assigned to and deposited with:
the Fanners’ can and Trust Co., New York. trus-
geh I‘r‘nerest payable at Bank of New Nor-k,
Mortgages from best Corn-Producing regions of
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, For full information enquire of the
o. E. WILSON.
ti qdill 7 1181‘ Etllll. Farm Montages.
——0[-‘ THE—
sqciabre lortgage co., Kansas City.
Incorporated—Capital. $000,000.
Principal and Interest Guaranteed.
Security from three to six times the amount of
loan. Coupon Bonds. Interest payable in New
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Six per cent. Debentures Bonds of the
Mlddlesex Banking Company, of
Mlddletown‘, Conn.
Organized under the banking laws ‘0! the State
of Connecticut. Coupons payable in New York.
It. B. CRAUFURD.
Agent, 31 Rain Street, Not-walk.
Lessons IN FRENCH,
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. :mss,ilillflllflll8'lllfl'liilfit:;
Prof. LaLwflde,
Widelykuown as the director of the French Depart-
ment of the Summer School of Languages at
Chatauqua. wi’i. come twice a week to Miss Baird's
Institute to give Lessons in .French. A limited
numbei ot' upils outside of the school will be
admitted to t ese classes
For circulars and other information apply to
MISS N. F. BAIRD.
R e m e m “b e _r'!'
The Best Meats in Norwalk
—ARE sou) Al'—
WIXSON'S HAW, ON THE BRIDGE,
——AND FOR m—
Lowest Prices for Oct-sh.
PLATES 0F BEEF, 5 cents per lb; CORNED
BEEF, from 5 to 16 cents r it». I will not be
nndersold for the Best Quarries of Meat. Poultry
Drawn to Order. , lyl
James E- W‘iwson
27 Wall Street.
” THE STAMFORD
SAFE DEPOSIT Co.
Incorporated under the laws of the State
of Connecticut. is prepared to
RENT LOCK BOXES
At rates varying from FIVE DOLLARS I0 FORTY
DOLLARS per annum, according to size;
and to receive
Silver and other Valuables on Storage.
0mm and Vault in the new building of the
Stamford Savings Bank.
DIRECTORS:
\V. W. Skiddy, Chas. A. Hawley', Geo. II. Iloyt,
John B. Reed. Jr., Samuel Fessenden. Walton
Ferguson, W. H. Judd. Satteriee Swaitwout.
OFFICERS:
w. W. SKIDDY, President.
JOHN B. Rush, .18., Treasurer.
ttts Sans-m.“ Sw sarwou'r. secretary
BEING UNABLE TO MANUFACTURE
HARNESS
To compete with large conceres, I have taken
the agency or one or the the oldest and largest
establishments in the state for the sale of
HARNESS, SADDLES, HALTERS,
SURCINGLES, COLLARS, &c.
I shall also make
FINE HARNESS to ORDER
As usual as the old stand,
no. 7 WATER .mnmm‘x‘:
Where I will keep a regular line of Whips
Sponges, Chamois. Blankets, Robes, Feed Bags,
Traveling Bags, etc. -
J. E PECKWELL.
For New or Old Houses.
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ELECTRIC DOOR BELLS.
ELECTRIC GAS ATTACHMENTS.
ELECTRIC CALL BELLS.
THERMOSTATIC HEAT INDICATORS.
Burglar Alarms and every description of Elec-
trical Attachments put in order. Also, for sale.
new or second-hand Telegraph Wire for Grape
Arbors or Fencing. and the best English make
for Clothes Lines. For further particulars can on
or address 4mm
J. H. HOYT,
Western lluion Telegraph 0illce. Norwalk. Conn.
Choice
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(0N INSTALLHENT PLAN.)
FOR SALE
0n Wilton ~Aemnue
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A. ll. BYING'I‘ON,
WHO CAN TELL!
Who can tell when the winter is coming. ,
Who can tell when the summer is going? 5
We go to sleep when the esters are blooming.
We wake, and we find it snowing.
Who can tell when the winter is going?
Who can tell when the summer is coming!
We go to sleep when the tempests are blowing,
We wake. and the bees are humming. I
—Earnest Whitney in The Century. .
THE OPERA 'COMIQUE.
MANY OF THE AUDIENCE ASPHYX:
IATED BY MONOXIDE OF CARBON.
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A Poisonous Gas as Sure and as Rapid
as Prussia Acid-A Cowardly Crowd.
Gen. Bonlanger’s Stratagem—A nor-
rlble Spectacle. ’ '
I never saw anything more awful or in its
surrounding circumstances more Parisian
than the bunting of the Theatre Comique.
Nearly every one lost head, and nearly every
one got in the way, until, the fire brigade ur-
rived on the scene of the disaster. ,
The architectural arrangements of every
French theatre, save the new opera house, are
so stupid that a crowd trying to get away
from a. fire must needs be ascoolasif itwere
American to keep orderly. ' All the box
doors on the passage open outwardly. They
aretherefore blocked up if there is a dense
tlnung and they help to block and causeeon-
fusion if they can be forced open from
within. This accounts for the number of
persons found dead in tho boxes. They could
not get out once the passages got choked up,
and then were asphyxiated’ by monoxide of
carbon. This gas turned the theatre into a
lethal chamber, resembling the one at the
pound where master-less dogs are given their
quietus. This poison is sure and rapid as
prosaic acid. It was. given out at the Opera
Comique by the burning scenery. But since
. it was impossible for the personswho had not
made their way into the corridors before the
stampede began to eflect their escape, it was
well for them that the atmosphere was im-
, pregnated with this poison. Indeed, under
the terrible circumstances, one may regard it
as a merciful nepenthe. '
Noxious gases not onlyxoxtin'guish human
life, but put out; the oil in a few lamps which,
in virtue of police regulations, were placed
in the passages. 80 when the gas was turned
of! darkness reigned, and the mob into which
the excited and muddle headed crowd degen—
erated knew not wither they were, rushing.
A score or so rushed down a. stair into a. pas-
sage, the door of which was permanently
locked and which was too strong to be knocked
in. They were overtaken by the monoxide of
carbon, and must have been killed straight-
way en masse. The servants of the theatre
in the upper rooms had no chance unless what
they could hope for by getting out on a 'roof
which, in less than a quarter of an hour, was
burned through. _ The service stairs were
about the width of a. stairs in a river steamer,
’ and nearly as steep, but of corkscrew form,
- which rendered descent for a number of. per-
sons out of the question, there ,b‘eing no footo
_ hold save on the wide ends of the steps.
It saw some men of heroic impulse 'iu the
crowd, and I was glad to see a strong and
general senthent of pity- for thos'e who-were
visibly in the jaws of a. fiery death. . There
were men who rendered efficacious assistance,
and at the repeated risk of their own lives, to
pemons who were on balconies, at windows
and on the roof when the whole building was
like a blast, furnace. But it was sickening to
notice the low, vulgar form curiosity took,
"the absence of all reproach of wnsmence or
the wish to get out of the way- when the mul-
titude was palpably an obstruction to'.the fire
brigade. Demos was being treated to a grand
tragedy in one act, one tableau and one night,
and wanted to see out the somber and sinister
and awfully impressive spectacle. - What was
viler than anything else was the cowardly _
rush of! the instant the minors ran that the
valid adults were going to be requisitioned to
hand buckets and otherwise aid the firemen.
Gen. Boulanger, Who was in the theatre
when the fire broke out, and remained in the
square outside to give help if he saw his way,
took upon himself—until their own chiefs
came—the command of the police. It was,
owing to the choked up state of the streets,
impossible for the fire brigades to approach
Wyufim Gen. Boulanger was equal
requisition of spectators for water drawing
purposes. Then the streets were fairly well
cleared as if by magic in less than; five min-
utes. Gen. Boulanger also gave the word for
all the court yard doors to be thrown open.
Policemen passed on his order and called on
porters to “open in the name of the law.”
The old habit of obeying authority came in
here, and the beneficent but wholly illegal
stratagem of the general had full success.
Americans will bear with pity that the
pumps could not be broughtto the rescue
within forty-five minutes after they were
summoned. I never beheld anything, more
hideous than their position in la. Rue de Man-
vaux, a short and narrow street debenching
. on the Place de l’Opera Comiq‘ue. It was as
full of, sightseeing human beings as u herring
barrel of fishes. There was no means of go-
ingrback or forward until Gen. Bouianger’s
beneficent order went round for court yard
doorsto be opened and. handsto be requi-
sitioned. An order to clear of! would not
have been obeyed. Demos would have re-
sented being deprived of the grandiose and
gratis spectacle. But as he could not: resent
being called upon to makehimself useful in
an humble way—and in the rain—he got out
of the way in all the haste he could make.
Then the horses drawing the pumps were
goaded on with bayoncts. There was no
other way to make them advance. 4
The fire was not the worst. What‘sur-
passed everything else in horror was its mar-
riage with steam. I believe there were more
people steamed to rags than burned to death.
I saw boiled bodies at the provisional dead
house. They were boiled to rugs by the
steam, which made its way into nooks and
crannies to which neither time nor carbonic
acid penetrated Another feature of the hor-
rible event were the 'smells of roast and boiled
flesh. One would have thought that‘s. feast
fit for a company of ogres and ogresses was
being got ready. These odors have since been
succeeded by the stench of carrion, which
floods of disinfectants are impotenttoban—
ism-Paris Cor. New York Tribune.
Bearing the London amp.
I had occasion to buy a Summer outfit for
my feet the other day, and went as usual to u
bootinaker’s whose wares I .had tested and
found good. He showad me an excellent shoe,
rathernovel in shape, and I asked him if it
was English. “Well, not exactly,” he replied.
“It’s English stock, made here.” The idea of
bringing leather from England to make shoes
of in America was decidedly funny. Of
course the fellow lied. But he knew his pub-
lic, and thought I was no exception to it. He
behaved the charm of English stock would
be as potent with me as it had doubtless
proved with others. And as the shoes suited
me and I had them sent home, I have no
doubt that he will view me forever-more as
one of the elect. My tailor, in the same fash-
ion, remarked to me, after taking my meas-
ure lately: “I will put our best English cutter
on these suits for you, sir.” , I may pas for a
real Englishman after the list of June if the
American hat I wear does not give my gen-
tility the lie. ‘ ‘
Even in the matter of hats London finds u
market here. I have on my table cards from
three batters who send their agents over to
drum up custom, who measure your. head,
take your order and deliver you the properest
thing in headgear according to the London
code, with atoo utterly precious tip in the
crown bearing the London stamp, that all
may see when you set your gossamer down
in Delmonico’s or the club. Tennis suits for
men and women to be truly swagger must:
come from London. Walking sticks must be
cut in English plantations. Dressshirts must
have the proper British bosom. I know a
dapper little ladies’ tailor. a German, who is
a real master of hisart. He set up in busi-
ness some years ago and hardly made hissalt.
An inspiration came to him. He put up a
sign, “Xi'yzwitzkzi, English Tailor,” and I
saw him at the races the other day in his
own English built dog cart, making wagers
with a roll of American bills he could hardly
have crammed in his English hat—Alfred
Trumbull in New York News.
Dixey and the Rough. .
A few weeks ago I was walking along the
road in one of the suburbs, when a half
drunken to low came along and, just for the
fun of the thing, kicked my dog. He didn’t
seem to have noticed me, so I made a run
and, jumping up .at him, I gave him a kick
that sent him about 100 feet, apparently in
doubt whether he would keep his balance or
go over, when at last he stopped and turn-
ed around with blood in his eye and came for
me. When he got about four feet from me I
lightly hit the rim of his hat with my' none.
The hat naturally went over his eyes. You
know the first impulse of a man in this posi-
tion is to put up his hand to push the but up.
He did so, of course, and I gave him a sting-
ing mp over the fingers. Down went that
hand and up went the other, and we con:
tinned that play for In couple of minutes.
until the fellow shoved his hands In his
pockets and said, “You be —," and ran
away. Itisagood thing to know this hat
GAZETTE OFFICE.
trick. All you have to do is to be quick
t about it. —New York J_ou_rpai.
makh'bélié‘vewuav Ha.-told_the,mlice_m. ,, ,.
Norwalk Chronicler