femi ftn" *hey smiled mto eaca other s I Then sho looked wildly about. flfasho hurt ?' she cried. jfldge Latouche ?' replied the doctor. I Quite safe,' fo, Mr Burroughs.' The blood rushed |her face and neck. 'He—he has lyery kind, to Ben and me,' she said, retically. Bridges went to Burroughs, who Slitting alone, dripping, and in deep ession. # |ra Bute is quite well, he said, cheer ietter she had died,' he answered, Lntly, dragging his wet hat on his fallo! what do you mean ?' cried the Wn that I'd rather see her dead Wo her up to a life of misery again. jfnot know what she was to me until I her dying yonder. I believe if she Seen free, she would have loved me. W to give her up to that fellow P | doctor cooly dried his instruinent iVith his haudkerchief. |y dear Burroughs,' he said at last, fellow Bute has been dead these six I and Effie is the Carolinian whom I losied would precisely suit you. |rv Summer the doctor visits .Bur isville to boast of his triumph in ia-making, and to quiz Burroughs and InpT little wife with praises of Miss iuche, who is fatter and fairer and It than ever, and still unmarried. Sleasantest sight to him, in the plea lountry house, is Ben, now a straight sturdy lad, who hardly knows which bes best—father or mother.

Life Beneath the Waves.

[in Bottow, of swimming-suit no t writes-.—' Soon afterwards I jd down into the Gulf of Mexico. I first coral I raised was Catoehe. Skinf around about there I heard ot ,ss of the schooner Foam. The first and throe men were saved, but the fin, his daughter, and three men got i I slung round to see if she could be I After we'd spent the best part Seek, we sailed over her and dropped )v it was a lovely Sunday morning we struck her. She lay in sixty It water, on a bottom as white as the i! Looking down I could see her fg over on a coral reef.- When I got Ito her 1 saw she had torn a great fn the reef when she ran against it. taainraast was gone, and hung on the I climbed up. I saw whole shoals ah playing in and out the hatches. I wenr, in to look for the bodies, for >er like to work while there is any of 'about. Finding the forecastle v I went to the two little state I It was rather dark, and I had to in the lower bunks. There was fag in the first, and in the other the Iwas locked. I prized it open and i [back the lock with my adze. It flew I ,lnd out something fell right against ,| I felt at once it was a woman's JI I was not exactly frightened, but i 06k me rather. I slung it from me, Lent out into the light a bit until I iLld of myself. Then I turned back fought her out—poor thing ! She'd iyery pretly, and I carried her in my ;, with her wbito face nestling ii my shoulder, she seemed as if she only sleeping. I made her fast to rie as carefully as I could to send ifip, and the fish played about her as ly were sorry she was going. At ■[[ gave the signal and she went slowly |er hair floating round her head like How of golden seaweed. That was the i'body I found there, and I managed i, to raise considerable of the cargo. I of my expeditions was among the I banks of the Antilles, the loveliest el ever saw, where the white coral is into curious tree-like shapes. As ■roped along the bottom it seemed as if fe in a frosted forest. Here and 1 trailed long fronds of green and |on seaweed. Silver-bellied fish |fl about among the deep brown and fle sea-ferns which rose high as my (« Far as I could see all round I'the transparent water were ■irent coloured leaves, and on the i| piles of shells so bright in fa that it seemed as if I had stumbled it; place where they kept a stock of ,|en rainbows. I could not work for a ;|and had a quarter determination to itown a while and wait for a mermaid, I less if those sea girls live anywhere jlselpct that spot. After walking the >le out of half au hour, I thought I had Ifer.go to work and blast for treasure. sj;tle bit on from where I sat were the ipns of a treasure ship It was a [sher, I think, and corals bad formed imnb her, or rather what was left of j The coral on the bottom and around j showed black spots. That meant a jsit of either iron or silver. I made tyigood hauls every time I went down, iolcl ono piece I found to Barnum, of afTork. After I left there I had a yjras adventure with a shark. I was jti;;on a nasty rock bottom. A man r feels comfortable on them ; he can't rtat big creature rasiy bo hiding under Mge quarter-deck sea-leaves which f, # there. The first part, of the time I ; tfsitedby a porcupine fish, which kept 'jjtog its quills up and bobbing in front .JF. helmet, Soon after I saw a big W fall across me, and looking up ttere infernal shark playing around my Mi It makes me feel chilly in the

back when they're about. He came down to me slick, as I looked up, I made at him, and he sheered off. For half-an-hour he worked at it till I could stand it no longer. If you can keep your head level it is all right, and you're pretty safe if they're not on you sharp. This ugly brute was 20 feet long, I should think, for when I lay down all my length on the bottom he stretched a considerable way ahead of me, and I could see him beyond my feet. They must turn over to bite, and my lying down bothered him. Ho swam over me three or four times, and then skulked off to a big thicket of seaweed to consider. I knew he'd come back when he'd settled his mind. I seemed a long time waiting for him. At last he came viciously over me, but, like the time before, too far from my arms. The next time I had my chance, and ripped him with my knife as neatly as I could. A shark always re members he's got business somewhere else when cut, so off this fellow goes. It is a curious thing, too, that all sharks about will follow in the trail he leaves. I got on my hands and knees, and as he swam off I noticed four dark shadows slip under him. I saw no more that time. They did not like my company.'

A Chicago Clergyman Caught Flirting.

The ' Chicago Tbibune' says:— 'A few days ago a well meaning clergyman on : the West side, read in the Tkibune an account of tho ingenious device of Father McLoughlin, who cured the young female members of his flock, at Norris town, Perm., of flirting on the street at night, with strangers. As gome of the parishioners of that ilk are given to coughing when they meet a young man at dusk, and to wearing their handkerchiefs outside their pockets, the worthy clergy man resolved to put into practise tho game ingenious device. Accordingly, Friday night, as soon as it grew dark, ho arrayed himself in faultless fashionable costume, procured for the occasion, put a geranium in his buttonhole and a cigar in his mouth, and sallied forth. He knew the shady street where the girls most do congregate, and his intention was to en gage the boldest of their number in a flirtation, induce her to take a walk with him, and then, having led her under a lamp post, to unmask and petrify her with shame, surprise and awe. Unhappily for the well meaning clergyman, he had offen ded a cantankerous and suspicious deacon of his congregation, and this deacon has been ' laying low for him ' for some time past. Friday night he happened to be passing by the parsonage just as the preacher came out, and at once recognised him in his fashionable disguise. ' Hello !' said he to himself' that's the parson rig ged out fit to kill. Henry Ward ! I won der what's afoot. I'll watch him, b!ow me if I don't'; and he stole noiselessly after the well meaning pastor on the other side of the road. He had not proceeded many steps ere he encountered two brothers. These he induced to go with him, telling them he was about to unmask a wolf in minister's clothing and that he desired that at the mouth of two or three wit nesses it might be established, They followed stealthily, and soon saw a fashion ably-attired man in front of thorn pass abreast of a group of three or four youug women.. * Hem! Hem !' floated in the evening air in a delicate treble cough, answered in a deep bass' Hem !' from the fashionably-attired man. Then one of the young women giggled and pulled out her handkerchief in an apparently pur poseless, but by no means purposeless, manner, and tho young man did the same thing. Then at any rate the end of it was that the young man selected one of the young women and walked off with her. ****** # Let us now return to our hero, the well-meaning clergyman. Having secured his prey, he was moving towards the nearest lamp-post to petrify her with a disclosure of his identity, when to his surprise a hand was laid on his shoulder, and the voice of Deacon Spigh was heard, ' Brother Whichoker, is this tho conduct of a professsing follower P' The unhappy man could offer no explanation, or at least none that did nor aggravate his case, while the female partner of his guilt, with a shreik, fled into the darknets, dropping her handkerchief, which Deacon Spigh picked up. ' Go,' said he sternly to the preacher, ' take off those filthy rags of unrighteousness, and reflect upon your moral leprosy.' The preacher departed, even wishing he were dead, and was wondering what method of committing suicide was most expeditious and least painful, when there was a ring at the bell, and Deacan Spigh enter ed. Judge the good pastor's sur prise when the Deacon, instead of upbraiding him, or demanding that he should step down or out, said humbly : ' Brother Whichoker, We are commanded to forgive an erring brother seventy times seven times. I will not seek to enquire into your motives. If you are innocent you have nothing to fear ; if guilty, your own conscieuce will upbraid you. As to the unhappy occurence of this night, let us maintain a policy of silence, grace, mercy, and peace. The astonished clergy man wept upon his neck, and would if necessary have mortgaged his house for 5,000d01. but the good Deacon said, ' We are all mortal,' and took his leave. The Kood fastor does not yet know the cause of this. The Tmbubne does. When Deacon Spigh. got home ho happened to

look at the handkerchief, and was grati fied beyond measure to discover that the name in the corner was that of his only daughter, who has been a professor since she was thirteen, and had a class in the Sunday School.'

A Thoughtful Husband.

If he had 6onfined himself to his legitimate quill-driving duties there would be no occasion for him to be strutting about with his left hand in a sling, a patch on his nose, and an absurd old shoe on one foot. He was, however, only another victim to that egotistical opinion of all men, that they can do anything better than a woman. He went homo recently, and found his wife putting up peaches in those old fashioned tin cans that are closod with sealing vrax. She had an old apron" on, and two or throe blotches of sealing wax ornamented the floor, while the cat under the table was licking a piece the size of a postage stamp on her back with great assiduity, •See here, Maria/ said he, 'you'll cripple yourself with that hot' wax direct ly;' but as she made no'answer, he continued, oracularly—'Women never havo any mechanical genius, any way. If there is a way of doing anything wrong, they are sure to try it.' 'Do you think you can do it any better ? ' she observed with some acidity. ' Why, of course I can.' ' Well, here, just distinguish yourself then/ So ho sat down. She handed him a fresh can, just out of the hot water. He took it in his hand and dropped it as though it had been a streak of lightening, while he stuck his fingers in his mouth and looked sudden death to her because ho could not swear. She gave him a towel to hold the next one with, and he took it on his knee, lighted the sealing wax stick, and com menced prodding around the top; but the bottom burned his knee, and he jerked, bringing the burning wax stick across the back of his left hand. Then he jumped up and howled, dropping tho can, which emtieel a spoonful of boiling preserves into his slipper. This made him frantic, and he went dancing about the kitchen like an inebriated dervish, waving the burning wax until a drop took him on the nose. In his agony he kicked the offending can through the window, scattering its contents over tho dog, who rushed into the street howling, and raised an alarm of 1 mad dog !" that occupied the attention of all the people within half a mile. Then he submitted to be laid upon tho sofa, and plastered with flour and soap and sweet oil, until he looked like a badly repaired scarecrow. He is now willing to take an affidavit the. size of a barn door that he will hereafter let the women be just awkward as they choose.

The Judges Story.

The s<n was slowly sinking towards the western horizon, and the lengthening shadows of the poplars and live-oaks inspired me with the hope that we might be near the end of our day's journey. I was weary and waysore, for sinco morning wo had been jolting over causeways jr sinking hub deep into mudholes, anon varying the monotony of travel by break ing a trace or a singlo-trec, or nearly toppling over into some deop, hillside gulley. We were done with hills now, and were plodding slowly through the river bottom, going out of our way every few minutes to avoid t.ho fallen trunks of tlie great forest trees lately uprooted by what the natives termed a ' hurricane.' ' How far is it to Travis' Ferry ?' de manded my brother of a solitary horseman, who, in copperas-colored raiment and armed with a double-barrelled shot-gun, came jogging by while our driver was splicing a trace. ' This here road don't go nowhar 'bout Travis' Ferry,' was the stranger's some what startling reply. ' It does not ?' exclaimed my brother. ' Nary a time—you crossed the Travis' Ferry road about ten mile back.' ' Then where does this road go P' 'It will take you right sap up on to Judge Hooper's place, little more'n two miles from here. The old man's shebnng is on the other bank, but he's got a flat boat, and will take you 'cross fornothin.' Those were the two longest miles I ever travelled, but finally we came to the bank of the dark-rolling Ncches, and aftef much hallooing on the part of ray brother and the driver, secured a ferryman, and were safely ferried across. Judge Hooper camo down to the flat to meet us, and made us welcome to his groat, straggling, one-storied log house, situated on the top of a high bluff, and shaded by two or three immense cedars. A hedge of Cherokee roses enclosed a iarge ya:-<l which was deeply, darkly, beautiful'y green with mezquite grass. A vigorous sweet-brier leaned familiarly up against the porch, and a flower-stand covered with geraniums stood in full view. 'This is civilization,' whispered my brother, as we followed our host into the House; and when we entered the front room, which was a combined parlor and library, lie exclaimed alond. ' This is refinement!' On two side* of the room the walls fairly bristled with books; oil paintings were hanging wherever a place could be found for them, and on the mantelpiece and centre-table stood great lava rases, filled with rosea and cape

jasmines. A grand piano loomed up in one corner of the apartment, and in its shadow rested a musio-stand, piled high with sheet music. IWe are in luck,' said Frank, after the Judge had seated us and gone oft to look for his wife, ' Where there is a piano there are or ought to be girls to play on it.' 'I don't care about any girls,' returned I, -wearily; 'if they will only give me 1 some supper and let me go to bed, it's all I shall ask of them.' Frank was disappointod. There weee girls, but Mrs. Hooper was sorry—they were &11 gonelto a fish-fry on Lake Sequin, and would not return until next day. There were boys, also, but they had accompanied their sisters, and I waa glad of it, for I do not think I ever saw a, more dilapidated specimen of femininity than that which met my eyes as I took off my hat before the looking-glass in my sleeping apartment. However, 1 was so rejuven ated by a hearty supper that when Mrs. Hooper wished to send mo to bod directly afterwards, I begged to sit up awhile, and followed the Judge and Frank out on the porch, whither they had gone to smoko their sizars. ' You have made yourself very comfort able here,' observed Frank to mine host, after a long silence. ' How long have you been settled in this part of the world p' "' I havo been living here about fifteen years,' replied the Judge, ' but I came to Texas nearly thirty years ago. I settled first of all in Shelby country, but I found that a rather unhealthy locality/ 'Malaria?' asked I. ' No,' replied the Judge. Horap.' ' The mischief!' exclaimed Frank. ' Tell us all about it.' ' Well, I don't mind. But, to begin at the beginning. ' There was no law in that part of the country in those days. Abandofrowides andruffians, calling themselves Regulators, had taken the administration of justice, orrather.of injustice, into their own hands, and gay work they made of it, being guided by just one-half of Davy Crockett's maxim, and ' going ahead' without being in the least sure that they were right. This kind of game went on until the Moderators rosa up to regulate the Regulators, and there was the very old Nick to pay until Sam Houston sont in some of his militia, who finally set things to rights. I had got into a difficulty in Natchitoches, and the other fellow was so badly used up that my friends thought it would bo well for mo to put the Sabtno between mo and his folks until the excite ment should die out a little. So I bought me a splendid pair of silver-mounted pistols and a murderous-looking bowie-knife, and mounting my mustang, came over to try my luck among the Texans. I was low spirited at first about the chap T had gone for so severely in Natchitoches, but I heard indirectly that he was getting, well and then I began tojride around and enjoy myself. There was an old French Creole by the name of Wattior, settled near tho Tanawha and his daughters, Thorose and Felicite, being the two prettiest girls in the' coun try.' He then goes on to doscribo some perfectly natural'sensations' he had, while he gazed upon these girls. One of them particularly engaged his attention, and he dallied same days with tho hospitable Wattier. He then says: At length 1 arose and took my departure, feeling that this is the ;?irl I should wish to marry. I tore myself away, and as I was riding j slowly homeward, or rather tavern ward, whistling 4 Tho Girl I left Behind Me,' and woudering who tho deuce had stolen my pistols, when a sudden turn in the lane bioa^iit me face to face with a gang of .Regulators. 1 Halt!' exclaimed the leader, and as he accompanied this order by taking deliber ate aim at me with his rifle, you may be sure I halted. ' What do you waul ?', 'I want to know what you have done with your knife and pistols,' replied the ruffian. " Some thief has got them,' said I. " Nary a time,' said one of the Regulators, drawing tho pistols from his belt. 'An houest man has got them now. But where did you have them ?' "Who is bossing this catechism?' asked I, turning from the last speaker to the leader. " Just ride along with us, my friend/ returned he, 'and when we got to the Court House we will put this thing through according to Hoyle.' " What on earth am I accused of?' ex olaimed I. " Come along, and we'll let you know all in good time,' said the leader. As it would have been worse than useless for me to decline this invitation, I made no resistance, and rodo along with the crew, wondering what my knife and pistols had been doing to get their owner into such a predicament. After a ten minute's ride we reached what was called the Court House, an immense live oak tree, whose wide-spreading foliage shaded an evtensive area of yreen sward. There was a large crowd already assembled, and I was greet ed with a volley of profanity. There was so much noise that 1 could not hear the indictment read, and it was several minutes before 1 learned that I had been commmit ting murder.' ' It seemed that several weeks previous, a certain young lady had disappeared from her father's house in Sabine Parish ; had afterwards been heard of as being at the house of a Bill Jones, near She! by - Ville; her anxious relatives had instantly come to seek her, and found the house*

deserted, and in a cane-brake, near by, had discovered a multilated corpse, which was recognized by the dress and finger rings to be that of the missing girl. In the bosom of the corpse was plunged my well-known bowie-knife, and by its side lay tho two pistols, unlike any others in that part of the country. The trial progressed rapidly, as trials most always do when judge, jury, and witnesses are all on ono side, In vain did I try to prove an alibi", and beg them to send for tho Wattiers. ' The court did'nt want any 'Gajun—'Cajuns would rather tell lies than not.' In vain did I ask for Bill Jones, whom I strongly suspected of having taken my weapons. 'It wasn't tho court's day to keep Bill Jones.' It was a tragic farce, that trial, and when the Captain of the Eegulators rcavo his charge to tho jury, I could n©t but think of Andrew Jackson's celebrated mandate : • Try that man and hang him,' Of course I was convicted in no tin*e at all, and then came the question cf sentence, Should I bo hanged right then and there, or should the execution be put off till the next morn ing. The crowd was for having it over and done with, but at this juncture one of tho Regulators suddenly befriended mo— 'Pat it off till to-morrow,' said ho, speaking as one having authority. ' Are you bossing this job, Joe Calla way P' asked the leader. ' Yes,' was the reply ; and then a moan ing glanco passed between the two. ' Boys,' said the leader, ' I beleive Joe is about riffht; If wo string up the fellow now, he will make a bee line for perdi tion, but if ho has a night to repent in, who knows but —' 'Wo don't wan' lii<n to ropent,' inter rupted tho crowii. La iiiiu hang at once and bo——' 'Go to tho 'yourselves for a. parcel of blasphemous, blood-thirsty idiots.' thun dered the Captain, exasperated by this insubordination. Tho man. that lays a hand upon the prisoner until I give him tho word will hare a doso of something that won't be good for his health.' 'So saying, the* Captain handled his pistols and looked so wicked that a solemn silence fell upon the crowd. It was at length broken by one of the Regulators asking, ' Woll, what in thun der are we going to do with him to-night ? Take him down with us to the meeting at Bnthel ? You know we promised old man Tweed we'd como and hoar himhold forth.' 'Lock him up in the old TKckson store, and detail me to guard him,' said Joe Oallaway. I'll preach him a sermon that will do him good. Any way, I'll witness his will for him, as he may wish to leave those coupons of his to some of his folks.' 'Suppose you hand the mover to me, Jim Blakey. You ain't his nearest heir.' Slowly and unwillingly Jim Blakey dispossessed himself of my handsome pistols, and then the company were ordered to horse. I, tho prisoner, being placed m tho middle of the lino, with Joe Callaway on one side of me and Jim Blakey on the other. My prison was an old deserted building, constructed of unhewn logs, and full of crack both in roof and floor. A pocket knife if I W one. would have enabled me to work my way out of it daring the night, which was now tast coming on, and I was just considering how I might manage che matter with my fingcrs when the door was unlocked and my guard entered. ' I attempted to rush by him, but he was too quick for niC and holding a cocked pistol almost aeainst my face, politely invited me to tukc a seat, and make my. self at home. Thereupon I seated myself upon an empty, overturned barrel and looked up at my jailor, who stood imme diately in front of me. ' Haven't I been a good friend to you to-day ?' asked he . ' I believe you meant to b,e said 1, cautiously. ' Stranger, nobody need ever talk to me again about beiag stroiuj in their conscious innocence. You looked just as guilty at tho trial to-day as if you had murdered a dozen women.' • You think me innocent,' said I. ;' I would not if it were not for the strong circumstantial evidence in your favor.' ' What do you mean ?' "I mean that Josephine Caldwcll (alias Joe Callaway), has never lon murdered— that she knows of.' ' The duce!' • Yea. the duce. But don't interrupt m% for the Moderators will be upon us directly,—l have taken care to let them know you are here—and I will tell you ray story before they come. You know my people live in Sabine Parish. Woll, there is a person over there whom my parents wish me to marry because he is rich, and whom I am not going to marry becauo he is old, and bald, and fat, and red-faced, and otherwise objectionable. We had several pitched battles, and skirmishes innumera ble about the matter, and finally I settled the question by putting on my hat and quietly leaving the house. I knew all my aristocratic friends would be on the side of the old folks, and tho bald-headed lover, so I did not try to find a refuge with them, but I remembered my old crony, Antoinette Prudhoinme, who had been a seamstress in our family, and who was now married and living in Shelby. She, I knew, would give me a home until I could find something to do, so I immediately struck out in the direction of the Sabine. Fearing I might be followed, I left the public road, and instead of crossing at the Ferry, put myself across in somebody's skiff a mile or two lower down the river. Then I gradually

Evening Star Supplement, July 8, ISTO