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TTyR. C BERRY,

PHYSICIAN & 8URQEON

OrXiCX AT THE Cirr Ufiua SroKK Jfi/A ULM, . - MINMESOlA

jm. B7CARL,

Physician and Snrgeon. w w i n i , - - - M I N N .

Offi eand lesidence on German St.

I)R J. W. B WELLCOME, PHYSICIAN BURGEON.

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N E W ULM, MILNX

JOS A. ECKSTEIN,

Attorney and Counselor J^t I-ia,-w

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JtSTOfticeovei UiownOo. Bmk NEW ULM. - MINN

DAKOTA HOUSE Orr, POST OFFICE—NEW ULM, MINN

A D 0 L P H S E I T E R , Prop'r. 'lhis house is he most centially lo­

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Keeps on hand a large ana well assorted stock of raillmeij, fancy goods and zephyr wool, opposite the Union Hotel, between second md Thud North sheets . N E W ULM - - MINN

M I L L 11ST B 5 t Y — A N D —

DRESS MAKING

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Also Hteinsfoi stampingmoaogi un— Stamp mgofallkmd nil embrouleiy Woik md Fashion able diessmaKinE done to order

J. FERNEKE8 & 1 % Manufacturing

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J1 ONFECTIONERs and dealeis m

NUTS, GREEN FRUITS, etc. etc. etc

361 & ̂ 353 E. Watet St. , Milwaukee

" NOES BROS. $ GUTTLB. WHOLESALE

Druggists, • ST. PAUL, MINN

L H/EBERLE DE VLfR I N

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STOVESfTNIWARE 31 inn. St., opposite Postojftce

NEW ULM - - MINN

J. B. Arnold, Dealer in

COOKING & HEiTINB STOVS HARDWARE,

Tin-ware & Farming Implements The shop is In charge of an experienced hand

who gives the mending and tepairingof tin-war* his special attention A l l w o r k i v u r r a m e d

NEW ULM, M NN/

R. PFEFFERLE, Dealer in

Canned, Dried and Green Fruits, FLOUR AND PEED,

STONE, WOODEN AND WILLOW WALK,

New Ulm, Minnesota .

A. L SEITER, ItKALWUt J-JV

FRESH AND CANNED

RUITS And everything else belonging to a

first-class

CONFECTIONARY, NEW TTLM, - - MINN

C. BALTRUSCH. DEALER IN-

Dry Goods, Hats and Cans,

Mens' andBoys' Clothing, Ladies Jackets and Dolmans

LADIES' AND GENTS'

JF r nishing Goods,

GROCERIES, CROCKERY & GLASSWARE

BOOTS AND SHOES, And the very latest pattems in

Dress Goods & Trimminfts My pin chases have been made di­

rect and for cash, and I am thereby enabled to make the lowest prices. Call and examine my stock and com-paie pi ices befoie puichasing else wheie.

C BALTRUSCH. CASH PURCHASES

and CHEAP SALES J O H N NEUMAN

Dealei in IDiR/Sr G O O D S Hats, Ctips, Notions,

Groceries^ Provisions, Crockery and Glassware, Green, Dried and Canned

JTraits, etc, etc. I will always tike f urn produce in exchange}

foi goods, and pay the highost market pricefoi all kinds of paper lags

In connection w ith my store I have a first class saloon furnished with a splendid billinid table and inycustoineis will ilwa>s find good liquors and cigais, and eveiy forenoon a splendid lunch

All goods purchased of me will be delivered to my part ofthe city fieo of cost Minnesota Street, — — New Ulm, Minn

H. Laudenschlager, Dealer in

STOVES, *&&2£!?J~2.*Ji~a

H 111DWAHE, TIN WABEANV LIGHTNING RODS,

The Celebrated White, Howe,

New American & Singer

SEWING MACHINES. Cor Minn. & IsjS Sts.. - - New Ulm, iMINN

Eagle Mill Co. Manufacturers of

ROLLER FLOUR BY THE*

Gradual Redaction Roller System.

NEW ULM, MINN

GEO BENTZ <£• CO Importeis and Wholesale Deaicrs in

W I N E S & LIQUORS 3 W . 3d St., S T PAITL, Minn.

H. Rudolphi, M A N U F A C T t ItER OF & DEALER IN

Boots and Shoes! Minn. & 3d N. strs.. New Ulm, Minn.

A large assoitment of men's and boys' boots and shoes, and ladies' and childiens' shoes constantly kept on hand. Custonr work and repauing promptly atter 1 ed to

M.JUENEMANN, MANUFACTURER OP AND DEALER IN

HARNESE3S, COLLARS,

™ ™ ™ SADDLES, WHIPS,

SADDLERY BLANKETS,

Upholstery, and all custom woik pretaining to my business promptly at­tended to. Minnesota sueet, next door E. of Schnobrich's saloon,

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FOR PAIN. Believes and cures

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Soiatica, Lumbago, BACKACHE,

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C II OUADBOURN President

C H ROSS, Cashier*

Co? Minn, and Centre Strs. NEW ULM, - - - MINN. Collections and all business pertaining to banking

promptly attended to.

Individual Responsibility $500 ,000

Frank Burg, manufacturer of and Dealer in

CIGARS; TBACCOS,

PIPES Cor. Minnesota and Centre sheets.

NEW ULM MINN

CENTRE STREET S s L i Y i p l e R o o m

— A N D —

IN BASEMENT OF 2S:ies l in .g , T s ZBlocIs. Thf1 best of Wines, Liquors and

Cicr.us (Hm^antly kept on hand.

Louis Felkel, Prop'r,

Meat Market. CHAS. STDBBE, Prop'r.

A large supply of fresh meats, sau­sage, hams, lard, etc., constai tly on hand. All orders from tn** country promptlv attended to

C A S H P A I D F O R H I D E S . Minn- Str , - New Ulm, Minn.

M. EPPLiE, Dealer in

Live Stock, Hides , Woo*

Cattle bought and sold in large or small nnmbprs. Contracts solicited

Meat Market. A N T O N B R E Y , Prof 'r

MINNESOTA S T . N E W U L M , M I N N

THE undersigned would rpspectfully inform the public that he have established a meat

market one door north of the Union HOUSP I will spare no pains or means to keep my market supplied with only the best Iresh luests, sausage and everything else usually found m a first class meat market, and my prices will always compare invarably with those of my competitors If so de sired, articles purchased of us will be sent to the purchaser's house withoutext ra charge The high­est raarkt t price will always be paid for fat cattle hides.ctc.

ANTON BREY

H. W E R R I N G , DEALER I N

Dry Goods, Notions, Boots & Shoes G R O C E R I E S ,

Medicines & Farming implements. Golden Gate, Minn.

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A pearly light is breaking in the east, The little sleepy stars with half shut eyes Are fading: from the gray of velvet slues; Glad from their restless watch to be released.

As one by one their lids drop softly down. The heavens with dawning life are all astir; While wreaths of silvery miet wax rosier That, snake like, curl about the mountain's

crown.

A shaft of gold sent from an unseen bow Has pierced that wall which shuts the day

from night. And liquidly a flood of opal lights Pours slowly through and bathes the earth

below. —Gertrude Alger.

E n d l e s s L i f e .

Oh, why should all this come to me so wife, That death should throw no glamor o'er my

eyes, Or reach sublimer limits of the skies?

None breathe of life but those who reckon bow,

Of feeling, knowing surely more than now; Filling all thoughts with one eternal vow.

Or grasping, carving for that rest perforce All natures Beeks but finds it not. The source Of life called death, is but another course.

The unknown, mighty empires of the wind. Unknown, because unseen and unconflned— Cannot exceed the empires of the mind.

—Chicago Inter Ocean.

AUNT A B B Y ' S GUESTS. Mary Miller came home from the

Hunsden factory, upon that April even­ing, with a light, quick step.

The sky was all a pale amber glow; the frogs were "croaking in the long, damp grass of the great expanse of common that skirts that suburb of Leeds; the gorse was golden with its earliest banners of blossom; and as she tripped along, Mary found a tuft of violets, half-hidden under a drift of dead leaves—pale, purple, scentless blossoms!

"The first violets always bring good luck with them,1' she whispered to her­self, as she pinned them into the bosom of her simple, home-made dress of cot­ton.

"Home!" was scarcely the ideal real­ization of that poetic word to our fac­tory girl. She and her mother lived in the upper-half of a shabby, unpaint-ed, tumble-down house, in tho out­skirts of the great Yorkshire manufac­turing town, with tho blacksmith's scolding wife and seven riotous chil­dren down-staiis, and one-half of a trampled-down backyard by way of garden, where nothing ever grew but

urdocks, nettlos, and Mrs. Muggs' long-legged fowls

But Mrs. Miller, who had been a school-teacher once, and still retained somewhat of the refinement of her early education, had the tea ready, with a shaded lamp and a bunch of yellow primroses on the table leady for Mary to come home.

"Good news, mother!" the girl cried lightly. "The Meadow Farm is to be let! Mother, we must take it."

Mrs. Miller looked dubiously at the bright eager face, with its blue-gray ejes and fringes of yellow hair.

"Can we ailoid it, daughter," she said, slowly. "A whole house and a farm of twentj acres9"

"It isn't such a very large house, mother!" pleaded Mary, as she laid the bunch of violets in her mother's lap— "not so many more 100ms than we have here. And we could keep two cows, and I could sell milk and butter, and spring chickens and eggs. And only think, mother, how delightful it would be to have a home all to ourselves, where we couldn't hear Mrs. Muggs boxing Bobby's ears, or Helen shriek­ing with the toothache! And a little garden, mother, where we could have peonies and hollyhocks, and all those lovely, old-fashioned flowers that your soul delights in!"

Mrs. Miller's pale, mild face soft­ened.

"It would be a great temptation, Mary," she said.

"It is a month now since old Mfs. Dabney died," said Mary. "And they say that her daughter in London, and her son, who has the large cutlery shop in Sheffield, despise the old farm, with its one-story house and its old red barn. So it is to be let. And so cheap, toot Only ninety pounds a year! Mother, we must take it! I'll leave the factory and turn dairymaid! I've saved enough, you know, to buy the two cows aud some fowls to begin with, and oh, it will be such a happiness! Say yes, mother—do say yes."

When Mary 'Miller pleaded like this, this gerftle widow never knew how to refuse; and the upshot of it was that they leased the old Dauby house, and became co-sovereigns of the realm of Meadow Farm.

It was their first night there. Over­head the young May moon shone through a veil of purple mist A soli­tary owl hooted in the chestnut wood behind the house. For Meadow Farm was situated on a lonely moor-side, where no one ever came except on special business.

The chickens were safely shut up where foxes could not reach them, nor ferrets steal in to bleed their young live* away; the cows—two fine young Alder-neys—were chewing the cud behind the old red barn, and Mary Miller had flung a handful of pine-logs on the hearth, where their scented Maze illu­minated the old kitchen with a leaping brightness beautiful to see.

"Because it's just possible that the house may be damp," she said, "after being uninhabited so long. There, mother, isn't that cheerful? And isn't it nice that our old rag-carpet should chance to fit this floor so exactly?" with a satisfied, downward glance. "And do you see those tiger-lilies? I found them down by the garden wall— oh, such a red wilderness of them! Old Mrs. Dabney set them out herself, they say. It seems only yesterday," she added, thoughtfully, "that I came past here and saw old Mrs. Dabney sitting in the big chair by the fire, just where

Mrs. Miller uttered a little shriek, and grasped her daughter's arm at this moment/ Mary stopped short, with an ash v pallor overspreading her cheek.

For, as she spoke, the door opposite had opened and a very little old woman, silver-haired and shrivelled like a mum­my, came in, and, walking across the floor, seated herself in Mrs. Dabney's very corner. An old woman dressed in a coarse gown of check pattern which Mrs. Dabney had always worn, and wearing a snuff-colored cap, while a bag depended from her arm.

"It's cold, ladies," she said, looking around with a deprecating air. "Cold for the season of the year. And they don't keep fires at Tewkstown!"

"Mother," said Mary, recovering herself with an hysterical gasp of relief "it isn't old Mrs. Dabney's ghost at all. It's old Miss Abbv, come back from the Tewkstone workhouse."

"You don't mean J' began the mild widow, - r . MJ

"That Mr. Daniel Pabney And Mrs, Everard Elberson let their old aunt go to the poor-house?" said Mary Miller, "Yes, it is quite true, Mrs. Daniel leads oonietv in Sheffield, I am told, and Mrs,

Elberson is a grand lady in London, with a carriage and horses and servants in livery. What could they do with a half-crazy old aunt, who takes snuff and talks uncertain grammar? Poor Miss Abby! She has wandered back to her old home. She was eighty last birthday, and things are all misty and vague to her."

"But what shall we do?" said Mrs. Miller, in accents of perplexity. "A crazy woman here—it don't seem just right, Mary, does it?"

"I'll take her back after she has rested a little, and had a cup of tea," said Mary, cheerily.

"But perhaps she won't go?" 'Oh, yes, she will," said Mary.

"Poor Miss Abby! She is as gentle as a child."

Her words proved to be correct. Miss Abby Dabney suffered herself to be lead unremonstratingly back to Tewks­town Workhouse, wlure the matron read her a shrill-voiced lecture, aud de­clared that she should not be allowed another grain of snuff if she couldn't behave better. O.d Miss Abby smiled deprecatingly.

'•They are peculiar people here," ehe said. "I think my dear," to Mary Miller, "they forget sometimes I am a lady. But it takes all sorts, don't you see, to make a world."

The next night, however, just as Mary and her mother were sitting down to tea, Miss Abby once more ap­peared, in the midst of a gentle shower of rain.

"I hope I don't inconvenience any­body," she said, meekly. "But that woman at Tewkstown has cut off my allowance of snuff, and, after all, there's no place like home."

And once more Mary Miller patiently walked back with the poor old crone to the workhouse.

The matron was infuriated this time. "It ain't in human natur' to stand

this," she declared. "I'll put her in the Jug."

"The—Jug?" repeated Mary, in sur­prise.

"It's a room, down cellar, where vra shut up the troublesome cases," said the matron. ' "I can't stand this run­ning away business, and I won't!"

The Jug, perhaps, proved efficacious, for old Mis3 Abby Dabney did not ap­pear again for a week. At the expira­tion of that period, however, she crept noiselessly in, just at dark, and seated herself like a silent shadow in the chimney corner.

"It is so good to be at home again," s a i d she , n i b b i n g h e r w r i n k l e d h a n d s . "I somehow seem to got lost of late. Daniel is gone, and Betsy is gone, and I'm left here all alone. Yes, a cup of tea, please—sugar, and no milk. They never remember how I like my tea at Tewkstown. This is good; and butter on my bread, too! Wo don't get butter at Tewkstown."

Mary burst into tears. "Mother," said she, "Miss Abby

shall not go back to Tewkstown—she shall stay here. Mother, how should I feel if you were wandering friendless and alone through the world?"

"But my dear—" "She shall sleep in her own old room,

out of the kitchen," persisted Mary. "She'll be no more care than a canary bird. Oh, mother, do consent! She will think then that she is still in her own home. Oh, if you knew how dreary it is at that Tewkstown Work­house, with the grass all trampled out, and not so much as a dandelion or a daisy to be seen."

And Mrs. Miller yielded to Mary's tearful solicitations.

"Do as you please, my child," said she.

The Tewkstown authorities were but too glad to be rid of the poor old incu­bus, and Miss Abby Dabney settled down into her old home, as contentedly and unquestioninglyas if she had never left i t She ate and drank but little, and talked still iesw and seemed to re­gard Mrs. Miller and Mary as guests, who had come to visit the old farm.

"The Widow Miller and her darter must be rich folks to undertake to sup­port old Miss Abby," sneered one neighbor.

"She was well enough provided for at the workhouse," said another.

"I never yet saw a farm succeed that was worked by women folks," jeered a third.

"There'll be the biggest kind of a smash-up presently," observed number four. "And an auction sale of every­thing; and Til be on hand, for them little Alderney cows is the prettiest creatures I ever set eyes on, and good milkers into the bargain."

But time wore on; and there was no flutter or any printed placard an­nouncing a safe over the gate. On the contrary, matters throve, and Mary Miller declared, joyously, that "farm­ing was a great deal more profitable business than working in the factory, and she only wished she had found it out before."

Until one gray, autumnal evening, Mary and her mother came back from a brisk walk to the village, and found a stalwart, sun-browned man sitting opposite fo Miss Abby, by the red glow of the fire.

The old woman rose up, in her old, uncertain way.

"Ladies," she said, fumbling in her old snuff-box, "this is my nephew, Tom Burton—he as ran away from home twenty year ago come Michaelmas Day and we all supposed was dead. Tom, these are the ladies who are so good as to visit me here. I don't quite recollect their names; but then, my memory ain't as good as it used to be; and, after all, it don't matter much. Noth­ing matters much nowadays!"

And Miss Abby sat down and fell into a "daze" again, as if all necessity for conversational effort were over.

Tom Burton stood up—a bronzed,

I'm back, a rich man, and there's no­body to bid me welcome home, except old Aunt Abby out of the Workhouse."

He could not long have made this statement, however.

All the town was up to bid the rich

Government , contractor welcome to 'ewkstown, within twenty-four hours.

Human nature is human nature every­where. But Tom Burton cared little for the fricnlly overtures of the old neighbois.

Aunt Abb\ was the only person for whom he seemed to care, and his great­est grief was that the old woman re­fused to leave the old farmhouse to live in t h o s ta te ly m a n s i o n w h i c h w a s bui l t for him. And then he asked permission to deck her little bedroom with the cu­riosities he had brought her from the antipodes, and in taking up draperies and arranging shells and old silver coins, he and Mary unconsciously be­came friends. . ;

Friends. She never knew that it was anything else, until one day, old Aunt Abby took a strange idea into her head. And Mary, holding a rich oriental cord for Tom Burton to loop into knots for picture frames, heard her introduce Mrs. Miller to a neighbor as "My guest, Mrs. Miller, the mother of the young lady that nephew Tom is going to marry!"

Tom looked at Mary. Mary dropped the ball of cord and turned crimson.

"Mary!" he said, piteously, "say that it shall be so. For I love you— yes, I love you! and I can't live with­out your love. And—and you were good to old Aunt Abby when all the world turned against her. I sometimes think, Mary, that jou must be one of Heaven's angels!"

And this was how they became en­gaged.

They often visit the old farmhouse, the happiest of married lovers, and Aunt Abby firmly believes that they are all her guests; for to her, the world stands eternaMy still—the world that is so full of bloom and beauty to Tom and Mary. _

WIKE-TAPP1NG. A Few Stories and Instances of the

Present and During the War.

. "You often heard," said an old tele­grapher, "through the newspapers stories of important messages being di­vulged by operators. Nine out of ten of such stories are without foundation for several reasons, the principal one of which is operators, as a class, are alive to their responsibilities and are honest. The percentage of dishonest ones is very small mdeed—surprisingly so, in fact, considering the number of men and women actively employed. Another reason is that all really im­portant messages are written in cipher and are untranslatable without a key. Operators have temptations enough from unscrupulous people and bribes enough are offered them to betray their trusts, but they resist, and in the very few cases on record of one proving weak, there has always been a deserv­ed punishment meted out to him in one way or another.

"Attempts have often been made to steal messages by outsiders, and these have often been by tapping the wires. A few years ago out in a Kansas town a tramp operator conceived the bril­liant plan of raising money by moans of

A BOGUS MESSAGE. The regularly employed operator re­

jected his proposal to write one and ordered him out of the office. He se­cured an instrument and a few miles from town climbed a pole and cut his relay into the line. Then calling up the town operator he sent him in the regular way a message addressed to the town bank directing that his tramp-ship be paid a hundred dollars. There was nothing strange in this to the re­ceiving operator. The tramp used the signed letter of a distant office and ob­served all the forms. However, he was nabbed before he got the money.

"Wires in cities and near them are more difficult to tap for the reason that many of them are duplex and quadru­ple! circuits. The presence of a for­eign instrument on one of these is in­stantly apparent Wires running into pool-rooms carry a burden of precious information to gamblers on races if they can only get it in advance. They have often tried. Last summer a se­lect coterie of them in New York coax* edapair of needy and disreputable operators into an elaborate scheme for beating the pools. They were to tap the wires at a lonely pqjnt take off the dispatches, and act upon the advance information;

A BONANZA SCHEME, if the precautions of the company had not unkindly interfered. The com­pany's operator suspected something was wrong for peculiar reasons com­prehensible only to an operator, and putting his suspicions into action, had the sharpers arrested at the very threshold of their glittering plan. They said if they could have worked the scheme a week it would have made them all rich. Now, I believe, pool­room wires, which are among the most important in the country, are patrolled by armed watohem. A very clever piece of wire-tapping that has never been in print was accomplished in this eitj. During the war waged on the bucket-shops by the board of trade and telegraph companies all their tickers were taken out. One of them got quo­tations from the market How it did so was a mystery, and would have re­mained so out for its accidental dis­covery. It was done thus: A commis­sion firm not under the ban had a branch office in a hotel, a telegraph wire, and an operator who called off quotations as he received them. Near him was a telephone. To the casual glance it was not in circuit; the lever

bearded giant, with dark eyes and su- iwas down. Really the lever was held perb stature. * by a peg, and thus the 'phone repeated

Ladies, I beg your pardon," he the unconscious operator's voice (and said. "But I thought when 1 came; quite unconscious he was of the part here, I was coming lwme.! I knew noth- r he played in the game) to a listener ing of all these changes. I never could three blocks away, and he to an opera-have dreamed that my cousins would tor who telegraphed it over a secret wire let this old creature go to—the town;

{>oorhouse. I don't know who you are,; adies," with a husky rattle m his

throat, "but I thank you, from the, very bottom of my heart, for giving; her a shelter in her old age.. And if money will pay you for it—"

"It will not!" said Mary, sharply, as if the words conveyed a slur.

"No, I suppose not," said Tom, with a sigh. "But I've plenty of money now. The dear old aunty 'shall live like ai queen all the rest of her days, for she! was good to me*when all the rest sett me down for a black sheep. Pye made 1 my fortune oat in New Zealand, and« I've «ome home to redeem myself!" < |

"I haye heard of you very often,", said Mrs. Miller, gently.

"And I'll venture to say, ma'am, yon \ heard no good of me," said, the young \

Slant* with a short laugh, »'I will not !

eny that I was a wild lad enough, bnt there wasn't any actual evil i n me, let folks say what they would, H^ And now

to the bucket-shop. One morning the peg was brushed out of the telephone, ana that ruined thedodgethat detect­ives had vainly sought to uncover It was too clever a piece of sharp practice to do anything with but hush up, r~

"Wire-tapping was perfectly fair and extensively practiced by the military telegraphers on both sides daring the war. Quite a number of prosperous merchants and citizens in this city par­ticipated as army operators in the nu-neroua exciting attempts to steal the enemy's dispatches. While destroying as much as possible of the rebels' prop­erty it was often a rale with the union commanders to - ^ ^ * ^

LEAVE THEIR TELEGRAPH LINES -alone for this very purpose. The op­erators of both armies 'were on the alert and used all the means ingenuity would suggest to defeat each other's stealing, ^The union men, however, learned more than tho confederates. The federal army cipher* code was so '

perfect that the* enemy, altnougn t.ney captured by their operators many mes­sages in transit over the wires and pub­lished them in their newspapers with appeals for translations never could find its key.

"The Southern boys were very waiy. Many a time a loyal operator after tap-

Eing a rebel wire was discovered by is inability to answer their signals,

such as, for instance, 'What's your name?' A little banter and 'daring' of each other, and he would descend after destroying the wire. An operator with Thomas, I think it was, stayed in a tree-top forty-eight hours in a howling rain-storm, listening to confederate dispatches passing over the wires. The union men, as I said, learned more than the other side did. The most suc­cessful instance of wire-cutting, how­ever, was by General Lee's operator, Gaston. He managed to tap General Grant's private wire to Fort Monroe, at a point near Surry Court House. For three weeks

HE LISTENED UNDISCOVERED * to cipher messages, copying and for­warding them to his commander, who, of course, could not make them out^ But Gaston got one dispatch in plain language—the only one that was sent in all that time—and it proved a great thing for his side. It was from the quartermaster in Washington, and re­ported that 2,500-cattle would be land­ed at Goggin's Point Lee's men were on hand to meet them, in overwhelm­ing force, and got the beef after a fight with the boys in blue and feasted and made merry on it for forty days."—In­ter Ocean.

Trotter's Dog.

One • day during the past week, a stray dog—a mangy, ill-favored car— who had probably oeen disinherited by its master on account of its disreputa­ble appearance and habits, strolled into the Union depot in search of a trunk-strap or fragment of an emigrant's va­lise, with which to appease his hunger, and was captured by one of the depot men, who tied him to a disabled truck. Several other depot men who witnessed the capture suggested a.practical joke. A shipping tag was procured and on k was written "R. P. Trotter, , 111. Collect $1." The animal was then towed over to the baggago car of tho road referred to and the baggageman was told to take the dog to , wheie Mr. Trotter would meet the train aud pay $1 for its care and transportation, outside of the regular charges. It was a valuable animal—a specimen of a very choice breed of setters—and should be well cared for. Thero was a fee of fifteen cents due which the baggage­man could pay and collect afterward from the owner of the dog. Tho amount was paid and the baggageman further invested ten cents in meat. Tho dog fared sumptuously and the bag­gageman occupied his spare time in wondering whether Mr. Trotter would object to paying $1,60 including the price of the meat and the fifteen cents, or whether he would insist upon hold­ing down on the $1,25. It might be possible that he would rcfuso to pay more than a dollar, the amount called for by the shipping tag, and that would leave only seventy-five cents clear prof­it on the venture. The last surmise was improbable, for no man would stand out on a half dollar when a fine setter dog was in view.

As the train approached the baggageman uncoupled the dog from the handle of a commercial man's trunk, and with the steering-rope in his hand, stood at the door of the car as it pulled up in front of the depot He glanced along the dimly lighted platform expecting to see Trotter trot out of the orowd, rush up to the door and demand his dog, but no Trotter trotted. "Ho! Trottor!" yelled the baggageman after waiting a reasonable time. "Hello! Trotter! here's your pup." But Trotter failed to material­ize.

"What's the matter?" inquired the station agent coming hurriedly for­ward, lantern in hand, and flashing the light in the dog's face, causing him to yelp in a terrined way.

"I've got a dog here for R. P. Trot­ter. They saidJie'd be at the depot to get it," said the baggageman.

"Trotter? There's no man in this town by the name of Trotter. I've liv­ed here all mv life, and I know every man in town."

"Well here," said the baggageman, striking a happy idea; "you take the dog and give me a dollar'n a half and collect it of Trotter."

"What!" exclaimed the agent, hold­ing up his lantern and inspecting the dog. "Loan a dollar'n a half on that cur? Never!"

"Cur! That ain't no cur; that's a fine setter."

"Is it? Well, you couldn't sell it for two cents in this part of the country."

The baggagman looked sad. Then a light dawned on him. He raised his right foot, there was a yelp, and the cur shot out of the car door like a me­teor, with the rope trailing after him.

"Here! Don't leave that infernal ki-yudle here!" yelled the station agent as the train moved off. But the bag­gageman heard nothing but the echo of an agonized canine yelp and the hol­low, demoniac laugh of a brakeman who was in the plot—St. Louis Repub­lican.

No Chance to Rectify Mistakes.

When I was a young man there live*1

in our neighborhood a farmer who was usually reported to be a very liberal man and uncommonly upright in his dealings. When he had any of the produce of his farm to dispose of he made it an invariable rule to give o-ood measure—rather more than woul2 be required of him. One of his friends, observing him frequently doing so, questioned him as to why he did i t He told him he gave too much, and said it was to his disadvantage. Now, mark the answer of this excellent man: "God has permitted me but one journey through the world, and when I am gone I cannot return to rectify mistakes." The old farmer's mistakes were of the sort he did not want to rectify.—jsfc-Oov. Seymour.

' S M A L L .

Lonise Michel has been permitted to leave her Clermont prison for a few hours at a time to visit her sick mother. She is spending most of her time in writing stories for young people, and the stories are of a character peculiarly adapted to qualify young people for a future residence like hers—in prison.

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Marked cards enter into nearly all the games of life. The gambler at the table relies on them; the lottery dealers would not succeed without them, and the great manipulators of options in stocks and groin would not think of venturing a deal in which they have not named the trump cards and placed their cabalistic trade-marks on the bocks of ttie r<>Ft—N. Y. Com. Ad.

And Creates a Sensation Among the Columbus Correspondents. '""••"', —_—_^__ &

Newspaper correspondents in and about Columbus were thrown into a frenzied state of consternation lost night by the announcement that "Goth" had surreptitiously entered the city and was rigging up a system of telegraph wires to let loose a great sen­sation—ten or fifteen columns of solid nonpareil—upon a terrified and appre­hensive world.

A gentleman came in from Richwood and said that a long-haired man with a green gingham umbrella, who had been hanging around that village for a week, terrifying the women and chil­dren, had packed his gripsack and come to Columbus with a fierce look of determination in his eye.

Who could this be but the veritable and voracious "Gath?"

A meeting of tho correspondents was immediately called to take action upon the remarkable visitation. Jim Boyle, of the Commerctal-Oazette, presided, and stated the object of the meeting.

"(have got onto the mission of this insatiate monster *Gath,' " said Mr. Boyle, "and he has a big 'scoop' on us. So far as I am able to see we might as well resign at once, for our various old men will hardly ever forgive us forJet-tingit get away."

"What can it be?" mused Haley, of the Cleveland Penny Post. "Has he

fot any fresh facts about Columbus iscovcring America?"

"Oh, no; it's a good deal fresher than that," said Charley Bonebrake, of the Springfield Qlobe and Cincinnati Volksfreund." "It must be the bottom facts about the crusades, including an interview with Richard C. De Leon— old Dick was a great talker, you know."

"I know what it is," put in Joe Smith, of the State-Journal; it is an ac­count of Strongbow capturing Ireland. 'Gath' always had a faculty of getting hold of things of that kind—fresh, and crisp, and newsy."

"My opinion is," remarked Jack Winship, of the Columbus Times, "that it is about the Norman conquest and Horso, and those old roosters whonsed to drink a barrel of ale and eat a whole how in the way of celebrating tho orig­inal aud unreconstructed Fourth of Ju­ly."

"I would liko to satisfy myself that eithor of these explanations is tho cor­rect one," said Mr. Meeker, of the To­ledo Bee, "but he always gets into a fresh subject. Ho is going to give the life and labors of St. Patrick in Ire­land."

" 'Gath' and I aro on pretty good terms," put in Jack Connelly, of tho Cleveland Leader, "and I havo reason to believe that he has got hold of the particulars of Cajsai s invasion of Gaul."

"He has gall enough to tackle any sensation," interposed Mr. Doane, of the Cleveland Herald, "and ho in­tends to head us off by giving a full ac­count of the racket between Uomulus and Remus, and a bald-headed des­cription of the wolf that brought up these celebrated Roman whelps."

"Don't be misled by your fears and hopes," suggested Fred Snell, of tho New York Times, "he's got tho official report of the battle of tho Valley of Ajelon, and the secret of tho s.un and moon standing still under Gen. Josh­ua's special order No. 1."

"I can tell you what it is," piped Fisher, of the Enquirer: "it's a confla­gration—tho burning of Troy, Helen, blazes, Ulysses, Ajax, Troilus, Cres-sida, and no end of things."

"I'll bet anything its about Joseph and Mrs Potiphar, said Doc Shaflei, of the C. G., at a venture.

"It seems strange"—this from Sam Flickinger, of the Enquirer— "that none of you can get onto the real thing. It's about the flood—Capt Noah 3 flood—not tho little one-horse flood that they had down at Cincinnati. The regular first original flood has never yet been written up as fully as •Gath' can do it if he sets to work at i t "

"I rogret," said Charlie Boyle in conclusion, "that you aro all so wide of the mcrk. Tho fact is, our distin­guished enemy, 'Gath,' has got entirely to the rear, and, as paradoxical as it may sound, has headed us off entirely. By soine means or other he has got hold of the particulars of the early res­idence of Adam and Eve in the Garden of E d e n . Y o u can al l seo w h a t a 'scoop' he has in his exclusive possess­ion. No man is better fitted to write it up. No man has more of the old Adam in his nature—he is a man that doesn't care Adam about the feelings of his readers when he has a prolific subject in hand. We might as well surrender. The most of us can got back to the Tower of Babel, but tho line is drawn this side of the Garden of Eden."

1 can only say in addition that "Gath" can work the matter up hero as thoroughly as ho could in Asia, and I have no doubt but that he has a per­sonal knowledge of the most of the facts. I havo his own statement to tho effect that he has been the schoolmato of all the Ptesidcnts, Senators, Con-

Sressmen, Governors, and Supremo udges for the last twenty-five years,

and, as ho is a relative of Adam, he has no doubt in his possession a great many interesting scraps of family history for which the public are pinmg.—Cincin­nati News-Journal.

Slightly Embarrassed.

A New Yorker who was in Virginia City last summer received a call one day from a sharp eyed, wiry little chap. . who said he had a few government bonds to dispose of, and would make a very reasonable diseount for cash.

"But my man, tho bank will buy them." , , /

"Iguess not" "Why?" "Because the cashier would be down

on me the minit I showed up." "I oan't understand why." ^ "Stranger, you don't tumble worth a

cent and it becomes necessary for me to explain that these bonds have been gradually acquired by stopping stage coaches and asking tho passengers to shell out It so happens that the cash­ier of our leading bank is one of the gentlemen who shelled, and I reckon '

e'd remember the bonds even if he had forgotten my phiz!"

The New Yorker refused to invest even at 50 cents on the dollar.—Watt Street News. * ^ ̂ ^

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