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Allen, a mail agent on the Illinois Central railroad, was robbed and fhicwu into the river at Sioux City, lowa, on Friday night, but succeeded in getting out of the water and was picked up and cared for by people living near by. Along the line of the Hudson River a terri ble disease has broken out among the poultry. Chickens are dying by hundreds. Turkeys, geese and ducks in the New York market show signs of the malady. The disease appears to be assuming the form of a destructive pesti lence among domestic fowl*. Dropsy, the new horse disease, has made its appearance in all the car stables in New York city. Fifty percent of all the horses attacked are said to die, and the horses affected are mainly those worked while suffering from the epileptic. A dispatch from Phillipsburg, Pa., states that there is great excitement in the mining regions consequent upon a general strike of miners upon an advance of ten cents per ton. The operators refuse to give the advance. Sixteen mines are now idle, all of the miners in them have quit work. On Saturday night Wilson & Son’s silver and plated ware manufacturers, corner of Fifth and Cherry streets, Philadelphia, were robbed of $8,000 worth of property. New York Insurance circles are excited over rumors that Judges in an adjoining county are ready to appoint receivers upon ex-parle statement, with the view of making money out of the misfortunes of companies. A locomotive on the Atlantic and Great Western Railroad exploded at Bowlesville, six miles north of Springfield, Ohio, Saturday, tearing up the track, wrecking the train, killing the engineer, John M. Maynes, the brake man, L. D. Carter, and fatally scalding the fireman, J. Dovoss. The new coal shaft, penetrating the bluff between LaSalle and Peru, Illinois, the ginning of which was commenced last July, has reached the second stratum of coal, five feet in thickness, at a depth of 245 feet, and the coal is remarkably free from sulphur pyrites. Wm. P. Sherman, chief of the stamp division of Internal Revenue, has been appointed by the President to fill the vacancy caused by the resignation of the office of Internal Revenue. has resigned, to take effect January first. It is understood Sherman has been appointed treasurer of the New York and Erie Railroad. By the breaking of a platform on the third floor of the new Herald building in New York, Monday afternoon, five workmen were precipitated into the basement, and Jerome Norma, John Farrill, and John McCurdy fatally injured. James C. King, formerly a stockbroker, shot one O’Neil dead in New York, on Monday. A family difficulty was the cause. Coal mines are on fire at Evanston, near the head of Echo Canyon, Utah. Gen. Newton, United States Army, expresses the opinion that the use of gunpowder is injudicious to stop the progress of a fire, giving preference to dualine and giant powder, which do not scatter combustible debris, but cut a building close off to the foundations and piers, and lets it fall vertically. The state fire building, police charities and dock departments of New York city will be abolished by legislative action this winter. In the United States Circuit Court, at New York, on Saturday, Judge Shipman decided against the government in a suit to recover $25,000 from Benj. J. Gaboon, the alleged defaulting paymaster in the navy, and sureties, holding that Gaboon was a lunatic, and unable at the time of entering into his bond to make any contract whatever. Judge Shea, of the New York Marine Court, has decided that knowledge on the part of an agent, not communicated to his principal, that premises are to be used for improper purposes, cancels the claim for commission or brokerage. The people of Arizona protest against changing the territory to the Department of Mexico, and the assignment of General Howard, or any other officer, is to be used for the purpose of obtaining information. One else, to the command, in place of General Crooks. Thirty vessels are in San Francisco to load with wheat. The inward bound fleet due before April 1st is composed of one hundred and eighty vessels. Twenty inches of snow is reported at Angola, New York. The government steam saw-mill at Bedford, D. TANARUS., was entirely destroyed by fire on Tuesday night. By good luck, there was no wind at the time of the fire, and the loss of the mills constitutes the whole of the disaster. The loss is more than ordinarily severe, as the navigation of the Missouri River has closed, and the machinery cannot be replaced before spring. On Tuesday night, as a colored man named John Smith, of Mansfield, Pa., arrived at home, found a white man with his wife. He shot at the white man several times, but he escaped unhurt. Smith then kicked and pounded his wife, inflicting injuries from which she has died. Smith was arrested, and, on his way to the lock-up, shot himself, inflicting a wound which may prove fatal. A very serious, and perhaps what will prove a fatal stabbing affray, occurred in the Central House, in Pa., Hi., between Bill Murray and Charley Humphrey. Murray is very low with his wounds, and will probably die. Humphrey received an ugly cut in his wrist. Bernard Sietner, a German employee in the dry goods establishment, No. 192 North avenue, Chicago, committed suicide Thursday morning, about six o’clock, by hanging himself from a hook in the ceiling of his room. There is considerable curiosity in Washington, to know why Governor Wells, of Virginia, has just Bought a $25,000 house in that city. The celebrated Barnes will was admitted to probate in Mount Vernon, Indiana. It involves property valued at $700,000. Col. McDaniel offers to match his stables, three races against any horse or horses in the world, to name at least two, three and four mile heats for ten or twenty thousand dollars each; the races to be run over the Saratoga course any time between the last of July and September 1st, 1873. The proposition to raise a fund for a monument over the remains of Walter Brown meets with favor among boatmen. A series of well-defined gold-bearing veins have been discovered near Kelly’s Ford, Va., five miles from Rappahannock Station. The surface rock of gold-bearing quartz yields from sixty to one hundred dollars per ton. Three tunnels are now being worked through rich rock, and everything gives evidence of permanency. CoAL shipments by canal from Schuylkill, Pa., have been suspended on account of the horse disease. Business in Cincinnati and Louisville is greatly impeded from the same cause. A serious accident occurred on the Memphis and Little Rock Railroad, Friday, by which the engineer and several others were killed and the train badly damaged. A fire at Keckuk, Iowa, on Friday, destroyed four buildings. Loss $5,000. Bishop Coxe, of Buffalo, has sailed from New York on a mission to Haiti. If it is proved that the Niagara Falls step; by J. H. KEYES. YOL. XIII. Ship Company demands $40,000 from the National Government for damages to the steamship Providence sustained by a collision with a steamship in Hellgate, and that if the demand is refused, suit will at once be brought. commenced. G. Clinton Stokes, brother of Edward S. Stokes, was buried on Tuesday. He was a member of the Young Men’s Christian Association. Application was made in the Supreme Court to allow the prisoner to attend the funeral, but was refused. Col. Wm. W. Grosvenor has assumed the position of editor of the St. Louis Evening Dispatch. It having been at last finally settled that Secretary Fish retires from the cabinet on the 4th of March, there is very good reason for stating that the position will be given to New York again, and the appointment probably tendered to Hon. Wm. M. Evarts. Bergh says the present condition of horses in New York city, is the natural result of their cruel treatment during the recent sickness. The new disease has appeared in every large stable in the city, and fatal cases have been numerous. The Boston Relief Committee thankfully accepts offers of pecuniary aid. Five frame buildings in Paris, HI., were burned on Wednesday, with most of their goods. Loss fifteen thousand dollars. In Miehigaunee, Marquette county, Michigan, last Sunday night, two railroad laborers named McConnell and Dillon, while crazed with whiskey commenced fighting. A saloon keeper named Little came up and struck McConnell with a club, knocking him down and then kicked him when he was down. McConnell died in a few minutes. Lieut. Col. Atherton H. Stevens, the first Union officer who entered Richmond and received its surrender from the Mayor, died at his residence in East Cambridge, Mass. Thursday. The stockholders of the Eastern Insurance Company of Bangor, Maine. have subscribed sufficient amount to pay all losses by the Boston fire and enable the company to continue business. It having been at last finally settled that Secretary Fish retires from the Cabinet on the 4th of March, there is very good reason for stating that the position will be given to New York again, and the appointment probably tendered to Hon. Wm. M. Evarts. A severe storm at Bangor, Me., on Wednesday, caused much damage to shipping. Two hotels in Middleville, Mich., were robbed Tuesday night, and Mr. Johnson, proprietor of the Exchange, was fired at three times by the robbers. Missouri Valley Junction, Iowa, was visited by a disastrous fire on Thursday morning, at an early hour. Several stores and dwellings were destroyed, also the records of St. John township and other important papers. The loss is estimated at thirty-five thousand dollars upon which there is no insurance. R. H. Benners, of New Orleans, arrested by a Deputy United States Marshal, was taken before Commissioner Shannon, on Wednesday, upon the affidavit of T. H. Ingraham, charging him with conspiracy, deception, and fraud, and printing counterfeit election tickets in similitude to the Republican ticket planted and voted by the Republicans of Louisiana. Benners gave bail in ten thousand dollars. Abroad. Prince Napoleon has determined to commence civil suits to recover 40,000 francs damages from the Prefect and Commissary of Police, who served him with the order of his expulsion from Paris, while visiting M. Eichaud at the residence of the latter. The American man-of-war Plymouth has left Barcelona. Ex-Empress Eugenie held a fete at Ch. Hurst on Friday. Many visitors were present from Paris. A number of regiments stationed at Versailles sent bouquets. The United States war steamer Shenandoah has arrived at Marseilles. She will sail for Tunis. Twenty-three cases of Marseilles rilles, which were to have been sent to the Carlists now in the Spanish provinces of Gerona, have been seized at Perpignan, by the authorities of that town. The Pope refused the annuity voted him by the Italian Parliament. Several parties into which the French Assembly is divided held a meeting Saturday night to sum up the events of the past and decide upon their future policy. The monarchists confess that they have been defeated, and will secure an honorable retreat by giving their support to the conservative Republicans. All the conservative elements have been united in favor of a motion which will be introduced this week by deputy Coargainer, condemning Gambetta’s speech at Tours. The plains near Tien-tsin are again flooded. The waters were reported September 10 rising rapidly. A dispatch from Innessy says the sessions of the Tyrolese Diet have been closed by the Governor in consequence of the refusal of the members to fulfill their duties. Crown Prince Frederick William is indisposed, and has, in consequence, been compelled to postpone his journey to Switzerland. A dispatch from Picton says the steamship Anglo-Dane, which left Copenhagen Monday last for Pictou, is believed to have foundered in the Baltic during the heavy gale Wednesday, with all on board. Senator Sumner sails from Liverpool for New York, on Thursday. President Thiers, of France, submitted his message to the National Assembly on Wednesday. It is very satisfactory to the Left. The Pittsfield coal mine, in Staffordshire, England, was suddenly inundated on Thursday while the men were at work. Eleven miners were rescued, but Twenty-two remain in the mine, and there is little hope that they will be saved. On September 21st, there was a severe shock of earthquake at Shanghai. A dreadful famine is reported among the people at Corea. The exports of Japan to the United States the last three months were $2,534,000. The completion of the first railroad in Japan, from Yedo to Yokahama, was celebrated early in October, the Emperor officiating. Indian Antiquities. Low water in Lake Hopatcong, N.J., has uncovered a quantity of Indian antiquities, among which the Morris Republican says is a stone tomahawk of beautiful finish. It is of the hardest stone, and has around the head a groove, neatly cut in, in which the thongs were placed which bound on the handle. Numerous pieces of pottery have been discovered, many of them marked and ornamented in a way that shows no small pretensions to taste and design, and nearly all in a good state of preservation. Among these there is evidently a pipe-stem, also made of pottery, and which it is believed, is almost the only one found, the Indians generally using a wooden tube with a hole burned by fire, of else an elder stalk with the pith removed. It has not generally been thought that the Indians had progressed so far as to make it pipe steal of this character. Only A Kiss. BY ELLA WHEELER, Once, when the summer lay on the hilltops, And the sunshine fell like a golden flame. Out from the city’s dust and turmoil A gallant, fair-haired stranger came— Came to rest in our humble cottage Till the winds of autumn should blow again, To walk by the meadow and lie by the brooklet, And woo back the strength that the town had slain. I was young, with the heart of a maiden That had never been wooed; and the stranger Awoke that heart from its idle dreaming, And swept the strings with a master hand. I remember the thrill, and the first wild tremor, That stirred its depth with a sweet surprise, When I glanced one day at the handsome stranger, And caught the gaze of his deep, dark eyes. My cheek grew red with its tell-tale blushes. And the knitting dropped from my nervous grasp; He stooped, and then, as he gracefully gave it, He held my hand in a loving clasp. We said no word, but he knew my secret; He read what lay in my maiden heart; No vain concealing was needed longer To bide the tremor his voice would start. We walked in the meadow and by the brooklet My sunbrown band in his snowy palm; He said my blushes would shame the roses, And my heart stood still in a blissful calm. He stroked my tresses, my raven ringlets, And twined them over his fingers fair; My eye’s dark splendor was full of danger, He said, for Cupid was lurking there. And once he held me close to his bosom. And pressed on my lips a laughing kiss; Oh! how I tremble with shame and anger, Pitiful now, as I think of this. But in that moment I thought that heaven Had suddenly opened and drawn me in. And kissed with passion the lips so near me, Nor dreamed I was staining my soul with sin. But came a letter one quiet evening To the man that was dearer to me than life— “A picture,” he said, as he tore it open, “Look, sweetest friend, at my fair young wife.” A terrible anguish, a seething auger, Heaved in my bosom and blanched my cheek, And he who stood there holding the letter, He watched me smiling, but did not speak. I took the picture and gazed upon it— A sweet young creature with sunny hair And eyes of blue. “May the good Lord keep you,” I said aloud, “In His tender care— You who are wedded and bound forever Unto this man” —and I met his eyes— “This soulless villain, this shameless coward, Whose heart is black with acted lies My heart swelled full of a terrible hatred, And something of murder was burning there, But a better feeling stole in behind it. As I looked on the picture sweet and fair. I turned and left him, and never saw him— Nor looked on his startled face again— And time has tempered my shame and sorrow, And soothed and quieted down my pain. But I always tremble, in awful anger, That wears and worries my waning life, When I think how he clasped me close to his bosom, He—with a lawfully wedded wife! When I think how I answered his light caresses, And clung to his neck in a trance of bliss, And the tears of a lifetime and all my sorrow Can never remove the stain of his kiss. THE MYSTERIOUS LADY OF THE "LONE HOUSE." "On old Long Island's sea-girt shore" is one of these picturesque spots which, once seen, daguerreotype themselves upon the brain, to be forever associated with our dreams of peace and rest from the great world's turmoil and strife. And truly, as I first saw it, bathed in the light of a glorious midsummer day, it seemed in its beauty to partake more of heaven than of earth. A lovely panorama spread before my delighted eyes, of hill and dale, of sunny vineyards and breezy meadowland, where mild-eyed cattle browsed knee-deep in clover, of broad fields of waving grain and orchards rich in the promise of a golden harvest. Here and there, perched upon the hills, were lordly villas, with their velvet lawns or park-like belts of woodland, while in the valleys nestled little, white, vine-covered cottages. And through all this charming landscape wound a shining vulet singing over the pebbles and serving like a silvery thread to bind all these beautiful scenes to the sparkling waters of Long Island Sound, which, dotted with innumerable sails, reflected the blue sky half veiled by curtains of fleecy clouds. On such a day, the little village doing peacefully in the midst of this paradise was awakened from its accustomed lethargy by an event of great importance, which was no more nor less than an arrival at the “Lone House.” How the “Lone House” was situated on the summit of a hill rising gently from the shore of a beautiful little lake, whose depths, fed by innumerable springs, where the abode of shining trout that sported the livelong day. All fringed about the willows, whose drooping branches kissed the limpid waters, this lakelet, set like a lovely jewel in the emerald shore, seemed fitted to be the mirror of scenes of Arcadian simplicity and happiness. But men had brought their heart-burnings even here, and I doubt not wind and wave and graceful willows whispered strange tales to each other in the long summer days. But I began to tell you about the “Lone House.” It was just a large, comfortable, modern, country mansion, with no out-of-the-way nooks, no open panels, no secret chamber, no ghost. Hot even a roomy old garret, filled with the relics of bygone generations. So, you see a ghost would have had no business there. It had at one time been the residence of its owner, a wealthy, handsome young fellow, greatly petted by the land. Dies, and very much spoiled," I grant you, but still a manly, high-spirited youth, and very well liked by men of his very fashionable set. Of course, this matrimonial prize was not suffered to remain very long unappropriated; and match-making mammas carried their love incumbrances away from the Saratoga croquet grounds, with a sigh when the rumor was confirmed that the beautiful Ethel DeCharmes had captured the fairy prince, and that the following winter would witness one of the most fashionable weddings that had set society in a flutter for a long while. The long-looked-for event transpired, and the young belle and heiress became Mrs. Maximilian Warner, and Max, as everyone called him, became, at least while the honeymoon lasted, a most devoted husband. They went to Enquire for their wedding tour, and returned just as all the gay birds of fashion were pluming themselves for their flight to the mountains or seashore. With a host of friends the newly married couple went to their place at Lakeside, where Ethel reigned the very queen of hospitality, and time flew by on golden pinions. Lord of all the beautiful country he surveyed for miles around, the envied possessor of a wife whom to see was to love, surrounded by every luxury heart could desire, one would have thought Max Warner’s earthly end of joy was full. But there was one thing needful to complete the happiness; and this was a yacht. So he purchased a tiny vessel and named her “The Ethel,” in honor of his lovely bride, who did not feel so much flattered, however, when she found that her inanimate namesake had become a most powerful rival in her husband’s affections. At first, with a gay party of ladies and gentlemen, it was very pleasant to spend a day or two on the water, in the fair weather, but Ethel and one or two other ladies were timid if the wind was at all high, and often excused themselves from going; and so it came to pass that the gentlemen went off by themselves, and I suspect were nugal lant enough to enjoy their freedom. With Max this pastime amounted to perfect passion, and he spent nearly all his time on the water. Occupied with her duties as hostess, Ethel was forced to appear smiling and happy, and to provide for the pleasure of those around her, but when their guests had departed, how lonely the young wife felt, how often she recalled the days, such a little while ago, when Max could not be happy away from her side. How deserted seemed her beautiful home. Even the servants felt no envy for their young mistress, who, “clad in purple and fine linen, fared sumptuously every day,” or might have so fared if her heart had not been so heavy. All day long she sat at the window, looking down the willow-fringed road, watching for the white wings of “The Ethel,” which was absent weeks, often months, at a time. How glad was she to see him when he came, this truant Max. How alternately she petted and scolded him. Poor Ethel, young and inexperienced, did not have your or my wise head on her shoulders, or she would have done differently. If she had only pretended to be delighted with yachting, and urged him to go and enjoy himself; if she had provided nice cushions for the detested “Ethel,” and warm wraps for Max, and buttoned him up in his dreadnought, and showed him out of the front door with a prayer for a good breeze to help him along, that consistent biped would just have sat down on the first stump he came to and wondered what in the world she wanted to get rid of him for, and the matter would have ended by his giving up that trip at least. At first he answered her reproaches with renewed protestations of love, but at last by seeking refuge in the company of her inanimate rival. One day, after a more stormy interview than usual between the young people, Max went off in one of his fits of temper, and Ethel, angry and bitter at heart, resolved that it Should be the last time that she should be treated so. That very day this imperfect, high-spirited, naughty, spoiled beauty set about preparations for a journey. When trunks were all packed, locked and strapped, she sat down to have a good cry before proceeding to the most difficult part of the task she had imposed upon herself. She unlocked a casket of ebony and took from it a package of letters, and far into the night she sat reading them, her blue eyes raining bitter tears the while. Selecting one or two, she retired the others with their silken string and returned them to the casket, together with a tiny watch, a set of diamonds, her husband’s wedding gifts, and other jewels, all presents in the early days of their marriage. She then wrote a short note, and directed that this, together with the casket, should be given to Mr. Warner on his return. Next morning at an early hour she took her departure, and so bravely had she borne herself that even those domestic spies, her servants, did not suspect that their young mistress was going away from her husband’s home with the intention of never entering its doors again. Max, having his sulk out, returned more than half resolved to mend his way for the future; his conscience had troubled him not a little, and he had not enjoyed his last cruise as much as usual. “But,” he soliloquized, as he drew near home, “why can’t Ethel let a fellow enjoy himself. I never interfere with her. Now, if she were to take it into her head to go off for a visit, I’d say, ‘God bless you, my dear, go and enjoy yourself.’ But these women, when they love a fellow, are never content unless he’s tied to their apron strings,” and he began to think himself the injured party by the time he had reached the foot of the hill. He missed the little white figure which usually ran down to meet him, and the chilly, deserted air of the house, when once within its doors, half prepared him for the servant’s answer to his inquiry for his wife, that Mrs. Warner had gone to the city on a visit several days since. All forgetful of his nice little speech on his way home, Max Warner was half inclined to be angry that his wife should absent herself for any length of time without consulting him. Consult him, indeed! when he was away on the wings of the wind, goodness knows where. But the angry feeling soon gave way to one of mingled grief and self-reproach when he opened Ethel’s letter and read: “Dear Max:—I can no longer live as I have lived for so many months; so I shall cure what I cannot endure, and the only remedy I find is flight. Do not try to find me, for I shall put the ocean between us, and in some retired spot shall try to forget the one who vowed to love and cherish me, but who deserted me for a toy.” “May the Ethel’ spread her white wings over and carry you safely through all life’s storms, and be to you what I can no longer be, “Yours only, Ethel,” Poor Max sat half stupified for a few minutes, trying to make out what it all meant. Could it be possible that his poor wife had been so unhappy as to have been driven to so desperate a step? Had she really intended to leave him forever? Impossible! She only meant to try him, and was in all probability at her mother’s home, impatiently waiting for him to come and take her home. Buoyed by this hope, he went to the city he found no trace of her. Her he sought. The young man became a wanderer on the face of the earth, taking no pleasure in anything, leading a feverish, heart-sick existence. One day brightening up at something like a clue to the whereabouts of his impetuous young wife, the next, ready to die of despair when he found himself further than ever from attaining his object. He knew how the poor girl had suffered when she was waiting for him to come. As months and years passed on, he gave up all hope of ever having a home again, directed his agent to sell the house at Lakeside, which, shut up and deserted all this time, had acquired among the country people the name of the Lone House. Great was the curiosity to know who would live in the gloomy old place, for it wore such a desolate, melancholy air that the few strangers who were tempted to climb the hill to look at it were glad enough to go back into the sunny country road and go on their way. One day the new owner arrived, and that was the event that stirred up the village of Lakeside. The present proprietor was a widow, for she was dressed in deep mourning. She was followed by two negro servants, one of whom carried in her arms a beautiful child, apparently some two or three years old. The little household lived in the strictest retirement, the lady neither making nor receiving visits. The servants were mutes, so the village curiosity remained ungratified. On bright mornings the lady, accompanied by a servant with her little boy, would walk out, always dropping her heavy veil over her face if she chanced to meet anyone in her rambles, so that even those who had passed her quite closely could not tell whether she was old or young, good-looking or plain. Even in the village church she never raised the thick veil, and although she appeared to be a devoted Christian herself, I am afraid she made sad sinners of the greater part of the congregation, who certainly paid more attention to her than the sermon. The curiosity had somewhat abated, when it was again aroused, and again by an arrival. But this time the object of interest was an invalid gentleman, who came to reside in a small two-roomed cottage or lodge lately erected on a small knoll not a hundred yards from the “Long House.” The sweet country air brought health and strength to the newcomer, and soon he was able to take long walks, with his only companion, an immense Newfoundland dog. He made no acquaintances, and indeed would go far out of his way to avoid meeting anyone in his strolls. Now, as you may imagine, these two people were the innocent cause of a great deal of gossip, and Mrs. Grundy, who lived on the east side of the lake, whence she had a view. Of both houses, with all their incomings and outgoings, was quite envied by her less fortunate neighbors, who possessed no such advantage. One morning, instead of the usual party from the “Lone House,” the child, accompanied by one of the mute servants, went out for an airing. Their way lay along the lake side, and they soon came upon the gentleman from the lodge, who was amusing himself by sending Carlo out into the water for a stick which he threw in. The poor little fellow was more frightened than hurt, and he was soon in the nurse’s arms—but he cried so pitiful for his mamma that even Carlo, who wagged his tail nearly off in his efforts to congratulate him, could not pacify him. The boy was soon made glad, and his mother pressed her darling to her heart, and mother-like, alternately scolded and petted, hugged and kissed him to her heart’s content. Next morning mother and child started for their accustomed walk, and met their neighbor coming to inquire about the boy. The lady thanked the child’s preserver, as she would call him again and again, but he laughingly said she must confer that title upon Carlo, as that noble animal had been the hero of that occasion. The fond mother said a few grateful words, but her melodious voice vibrated through him, she addressed like a strain of half-forgotten music, awakening the memories of happier years. The child, meanwhile, had been making friends with Carlo, who graciously allowed the little one to put both fat arms around the shaggy neck, and to press the little rosy cheek against the honest black face, and call him “dood Tarlo.” All this occupied but a few moments, and then both went on their way. The neighbors often met after this, and “not by accident, either,” Mrs. Grundy said, adding that he would wait till the party from the hill were out of sight and “then he would go by some other road and manage to overtake them just by chance, of course; then all would walk home together in the twilight.” All this time the lady never permitted the new friend to get a glimpse of her face, except such shadowy outlines as could be seen through a heavy veil of double crape; but a milk white hand, with delicate taper fingers, a stray tress of lustrous golden hair, or a wee little shapely foot, creeping mouse-like in and out from beneath the folds of the black dress, together with the melody of her voice and the mystery that surrounded her, fairly bewitched our social friend, who had given up all the joys of the world, human society, for a lodge in the wilderness and the companionship of Carlo, and he actually made the lovely widow an offer of his heart. Of course the proposal being so unexpected, that angelic creature declined to put her admirer out of his misery at once, and asked time to make up her mind. She told him, also, that she had made a vow never to marry, and added, consistently, that if she did, her intended husband should not see her face till after the ceremony, and must love her well enough to live for her alone. The infuriated lover would agree to any terms, if only he might hope. Then he told the sad story of his life, how, after weeks of anxious expectation, the fearful intelligence came that the vessel in which his beloved wife was coming home from France went down with every On board, how his health and almost his reason had given way under the shock, and he had come to that retired spot to regain, if possible, strength of body and mind. He pleaded his case, and his heart was gladdened by the promise that in one month from that day she would become his wife. The wedding day dawned as bright and glorious as every wedding day should be. All the lovely landscape was bathed in golden sunshine, and every leaf and flower was tremulous with joy, and every bird and bee and butterfly that fluttered in and out of the vines on the porch, seemed to know, that the cloud that had so long overshadowed the “Lone House,” had passed under forever. Under the floral bell composed of orange blossoms and roses, in the drawing room of the “Lone House,” stood the wedding group. The bride, attired in a pearl satin robe, adorned with rich lace, with her beautiful golden hair shining through the veil that fell in light folds to her very feet, was the center of attraction for all eyes, but strange to say, she wore a silken mask, which almost entirely hid her features. The bridegroom awaited with trembling impatience the moment when the hateful mask should be removed, and he should see his darling face to face, and find his dreams of her beauty surpassed by the reality. The good clergyman, in bands and surplice, began the ceremony, and with joined hands and loving hearts the happy pair took to solemn vows to “love and cherish” each other till death did them part. And not till they were pronounced “man and wife” did the bride undo the silken string, throw off the mask, and stand revealed in all her blushing loveliness to the endearing eyes of her husband. “Ethel.” “Max 1 ” Were all the words they uttered, but Max Warner took her in his arms and held her as if afraid she would again escape him. Yes, as you have known all along, it was Ethel Warner, lovelier than ever, and the mother of the beautiful boy, born some time after her flight. Each had a little story to tell. Ethel, how her heart had yearned to her old home, and how after almost miraculously escaping a shipwreck, of which she and her babe were the sole survivors, she had returned to wander like a poor ghost amid the scenes of her former happiness. Too proud to make any concessions, she had not communicated with her friends—only the agent of whom she bought the property knew of her return, and him she bound to secrecy. Max told how he had sought her far and near, how anxiously he had followed every clue till he had traced her to the ill-fated ship. How he had counted every hour till she should arrive, impatient to meet her with a heart overflowing with love and penitence. How rudely he was awakened from his dream of happiness she already knew. Ethel had of course recognized him—when she met him after the rescue of her boy, but would not make herself known till she thought a fitting time had come. Max knew now what made that voice so familiar to him, and that his heart had recognized her though his eyes did not. Far into the night, the little company assembled to witness the ceremony, made merry over the happy reunion, and toward the wee small hours left the twice wedded husband with his wife and children in the home which had been the scene of so much misery, but which henceforth was to be the abode of peace and happiness, where, if clouds ever came, the sunshine of love soon cleared it away, and the remembrance of all they had suffered taught both to bear and forbear, and to be lenient toward each other’s faults. Learning, too, the great truth that only the weak and erring need charity, not they who stand alone. And so, exercising this patience and rearing their children in all goodness, they still walk hand in hand up the hill of life—and when they reach the path lending down to the valley, may good angels guard and guide their footsteps till the “sleep together at the foot,” never to know sorrow or parting more. Probable Murder of a Greeley Elector in Pennsylvania. From the Philadelphia Ledger, 8th mat. Yesterday private advices were received in this city giving the outlines of a tragedy which occurred in Tuesday last in McConnellsburg, Fulton Co., Pa. The circumstances leading to the tragic affair were not given, but it is alleged that Captain George W. Skinner, whose name appeared second on the list of Greeley electors in this State, was struck on the forehead by a stone thrown by a man named Hammill, and injured so seriously that death will probably ensue. Mr. Kerper, a warm friend of Captain Skinner, immediately drew his revolver and discharged it at Hammill. The ball flew wide of its mark, and took effect in the body of a bystander, named Captain Walsh, almost instantly killing him. Captain Skinner is well known throughout the State and in this city, having served two terms in the Legislature, and was recently a candidate for a State office before a Democratic State Convention. He recently married a Miss Parker, of Reading, Penn., and is at present engaged in the tanning of leather at or near McConnellsburg. Mr. Kerper is also extensively engaged in the manufacture of leather, both at McConnellsburg and Reading, Pa. Captain Walsh resided at “Burnt Babins,” Fulton county. A Petrified Rattlesnake. The Greenville (Ky.) Independent has the following: "While the workmen were engaged in quarrying the stone for Lock No. 2, on Green River, a petrified rattlesnake about three feet six inches in length having on it eight rattles, was found imbedded in the solid stone. The snake was broken in two by the workmen in quarrying, but the pieces were afterward fastened together in such a manner as not to disclose the break." An instance of rare honesty, and showing how a dog may desire to pay his board bill, recently occurred in Fitchburg, Mass. A lady saw a dog frequently about her house picking up odd bits which had been thrown out, and one day she called him in and fed him. The next day he came back, and as she opened the door he walked in and placed an egg on the floor, when he was again fed. The following day he brought another egg to pay for his dinner; but on the fourth day he brought the old hen herself, who it seems had failed to furnish the required egg. $2.00 a Year, in Advance. ST. PAUL'S IN LONDON. Provisions for its Protection from Lightning. With reference to the great danger of total destruction by lightning which the Escurial has so recently escaped, readers may feel interested in learning how a similar danger is guarded against in the case of the great Metropolitan Cathedral, of London. The fact is that, so far as human precautions are of avail, it is secured against lightning on a scientific plan which was suggested by the Royal Society as far back as A.D. 1769. The seven iron scrolls which support the ball and cross are connected with other rods (used as conductors) which unite them with several large iron bars descending obliquely to the stonework of the lantern, and connected by an iron ring with four other iron bars to the leaden covering of the great cupola, a distance of nearly fifty feet. Thence the communication is continued downward through the rain-water pipes to the lead-covered roof; and thence again by leaden water pipes which pass down into the earth, thus completing the entire communication from the cross to the earth, partly through iron and partly through lead. On the clock tower looking down Ludgate Hill, a bar of iron connects the pineapple ornaments at the top with the iron staircase which leads up to its inside, and thence to the lead on the roof of the church. The bell-tower at the northwest angle is similarly protected. By these means the metal used in the building is made available for the work of conductors, the metal itself employed merely for that purpose being exceedingly small in quality when compared with the bulk of the fabric which it serves to secure. It may be interesting to know that out of the total proceeds of the Fabric Fund for keeping the building in repair—about £1,200 a year—between £230 and £230 is expended on a policy of insurance against fire. The church, as we learn from Timb’s “Curiosities of London,” is insured to the extent of £95,000—an amount quite adequate to the risk, as, although its erection cost in round numbers a million of pounds, still no damage that could ever be likely to come near that sum. A Chinese Romance from California. From the Trinity Journal, Oct. 19. A young Chinawoman, generally pronounced the belle of Chinatown, committed suicide last Monday by taking opium. The young woman was lately brought to Weaverville by an old rascal, who is said to make the traffic in Chinese females his sole occupation, and finds it profitable. The unfortunate victim of his avarice would not submit to dishonor. She met with an honest miner from the Flowery Kingdom, by whom her tender directions were led captive, and who reciprocated her tenderness with ardor. It was necessary to their happiness that the hero of our tale should redeem his fair one from the clutches of the ogre who claimed her as his property. He toiled and hoarded until by hard labor and economy he got together £300 toward her ransom. But this was not half enough. The future of the loving and unfortunate pair was of inky blackness. But one feeble ray of hope was perceptible through the surrounding darkness. In the labyrinths of Chinatown there dwelt a terrible beast whose conquest would Result in glory and wealth to the successful antagonist. 