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more sinks upon his arms.


The white cloth is again spread on the
table. the dainty dishes again smoke on
the hearth. 'Why does he not come ?''
asks the uneasy mother in the little
brown cabin Look out, little blue-eyed
boy. look out at the door-poor mother,
keep your dainties warm, and tell your
little ones, "Papa will soon be at home"
The face of the lost man is still bur-
led IN his arms, he utters no sound, he
d0es not move. From the tall pines the
snow falls heavily about him, but he is
not disturbed-he is very, very cold,
droWsy, and he dreams.
The young pines are hooded with
sreE and snow bends the smaller frs
yet, above all, the sky is blue and smil-
ing. But the lost man sees none of
these; yet he smiles, for at last he sees
the white cloth spread on the table, the
dainty dishes on the hearth, the glad
mother and his blue-eyed babes-he is
almost home. Look out, little blue-eyed
boy. and you, little girl; but, poor mo-
ther, look no more to your dainty dish
es, for "papa" is now at home.
Yes, now that we look again-look at
the glazed eyes and rigid limbs-we see
that it is so-he is ''at home"
Cold are the nights on the high Sier-
ras-cold the blue sky and the bright
stars. Under the blue sky and the
bright stars. lies the stiffened form of
the lost gold hunter-far up on the side
of great white mountain it lies.
The gray wolf. perched on his rock,
looks down on two dark specks in the
snow and utters his wild, hungry laugh,
Undecided upon which to feast, the horse
or his dead master.
How hateful is the sight of this wolf
that hOwls by night, and of the circling
ravens that croak by day for we can
but think of those waiting in the little
brown cabin, by the fountain, far down
the valley.
When Spring comes again the bones
of the lost gold-hunter may be found
but who knows? There, still circling
about, are those croaking ravens, and
there, With his feet on the edge of his
jutting rock, his shaggy neck stretched
out and eyes looking hungrily down
still stands that chattering wolf.
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MOODY'S HON f.
HIS Farm and Stock-The Kind of
Man He Is.

HIS Farm and sStock-The Kind of a
Nan He Is.
Mr.. George T. Angel, writing from
Northfeld, Mass, to Our Dumb animals
about the evangelist Moody, says: The
house of d. L. Moody is about half a
mile above the village, joining the old
homestead where he was born. and where
his mother and brother now reside. It
is plain, substantial, white wooden
farm house, in good order, with one large
room for meetings" 1t stands on one
of the most beautiful spots imaginable,
overlooking, towards the north, several
miles of valley and river, with mount
aims east, west and north. Mr. Moody
has two horses farm horse and the
celebrated other horse reported in the
papers last winter to have cost several
thousand of dollars but which really
cost something over 5000. It is good
family horse, as I can vouch, having
rode behind it several times. He has
some cattle and pigs, very valuable
heifer presented by his friend, H. F.
Durant of Boston, some sheep which l
think were sent him from England. two
goats which his children play with, and
fine Newfoundland dog, to which he
seems much attached. / never spoke
with Mr.. Moody but once previous to
this visit to Northfeld,-that was for
less than two minutes, in Chicago, about
seven years ago. l had then no knowl-
edge, or appreciation, either of the man
or his work. But I heard him in the
Tabernacle several times last winter, and
I have had several opportunities of meet
ing him here, and discussing with him,
at length, various subjects: 1.-The growth
of crime and pauperism;' y "The labor
question ;" "The prevention of cruelty
to animals" / have heard his sermons
here in the church crowded with his own
neighbors, schoolmates, and those who
have known him from boyhood-every
seat filled. every isle full-many stand
ing. l have talked with many people
here about him, and about his good
mother, and his brothers and sisters, and
now l have to say that, to the best of
my belief, D. L. Moody is not only an
honest, earnest evangelist, working with
wonderful power for what he believes to
be the highest welfare of mankind, but
that he is also man of broad sympa-
thies. eminently practical, and gifted
with unusual common sense | wish to
say, further, that | do not think any un-
prejudiced person could meet Mr.. Moody,
as | have, in his own home, and amongst
his early companions, without feeling
not only respect. but regard for him as
strong, unselfsh, good man. And /
wish to add, so far as / can learn. and
from appearances judge, he is fortunate
in having a wife eminently fitted to aid
and strengthen him in every good work.
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'John" is the name that is on the
lips of mother in little brown cabin,
by a fountain in dell among the foot
hills far below. Papa is the word the
blue-eyed girl by her side is lisping.
'Tis he they are thinking of whose breast
is against the snow high up in the gilt
tering mountains. In the little brown
cabin a white cloth is spread on the ta-
BILE and dainty dishes smoke upon the
hearth.
Why does he not come home? Look
out, little boy, look out at the door. and
look often, child. Look now, and when
Spring comes and the birds sing, look
again Q o
Taking our way again to the mount
aims, how like great tents look the clumps
of manzanita on the foothills, and, high
er up, how the young pines are bowed
down with snow Up, up, we toll, ma
ny weary miles, and at last we see. on
the side of great white mountain, two
black, slow-moving specks. What have
they stopped? No; they are moving
again-but. not now. They seem NOV
ing again-but, no-no. No; the tired
horse can 60 no further-cannot be driv-
en-. He is stretched in the snow. Our
wanderer must make his own-the snow
is against his breast, but he pushes
bravely through. Listen Was that a
moan? 1t was a sound from the dumb
companion of the lost mana sigh-but
now the poor horse can raise his head no
more. He is weak; he cannot follow
his master. But, look, the man has turn
ed about Now he kneels down by the
poor brute, whose head he takes in his
lap, and whose neck he encircles in his
arms. Will he stay and die with his
horse No. The cabin and the two
blue-eyed children
In vain the horse now tries to lift his
head-in vain listens for his masters
voice his masters breast is once more
against the snow, and his thoughts are
of his cabin home and mother with her
little ones that cling to her clothes.
Dull is the boom of the masses of
snow falling from the tops of the tall
pines. A lonely grouse is startled and
flies over to an opposite mountain with
whirr of wings that echoes far up and
down the canyon. And again all is still
-hushed as death The dread silence
of the Sierras
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Another day has passed and another
night. Where now is he that was lost
Ominous, almost like wall is the still
ness. See, he lies with his face on his
arms-his breast still against the snow.
This is sad, for this is "John" and
this is papa" He seems resting, and
perhaps, is thinking of the mother in the
far-sway cabin and the little ones that
cling by her clothes. All, thank God
he rises-he is breasting the snow.
Alas ! he has halted, and again lies
with his head upon his arms, having
moved scarce ten PAGES. Snow-blind and
feeble, he arises and makes another at
tempt to advance, but his head once
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A public spouter, while making a
speech, paused in the midst of it, and
exclaimed '.Now, gentlemen, what do
you think ?" instantly man rose in
the assembly, and. with eyes partially
closed, modestly replied: l think, sir
| do indeed. sir-I think if you and l
were to tramp the country together, we
would tell more lies than any other two
men in the country, sir and I'd not say
a word during the whole time, SIR"
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DAMS WIFE.
NJ MRS. KATE T. WOODS.

Up In early morning light,
Sweeping. busting. "settiug right"
Oiling all the household springs.
Sewing buttons, tying strings,
Telling Bridget what to do.
Mending rips in Johnny's shoe.
Running up and down the stair.
Tying baby in her chair.
Cutting meat and spreading bread,
Dishing out so much per head.
Eating as she can. by chance.
Giving husband kindly glance,
Toiling. working. busy life.
Smart woman.
Dams wife.
Dan comes home at fan Of night.
Home so cheerful. neat and bright.
Children meet him at the door,
Pull him in and look him Ger.
Wife asks "How the work has gone?
Busy time with Us at homer
Supper done-Dan reads with ease,
Happy Dan, but one TO please.
Children must be put TO bed
All the little prayers are said.
Little shoes are placed in rows.
Bed-clothes tucked o'ei little toes,
Tired woman,
Dams wife.
Dan reads on and falls asleep
See the woman softly creep;
Baby rests, at last pVor dear.
Not a word her heart TO cheer;
Mending basket full to top.
Stockings. shirt and little frock;
Tired eyes and weary brain,
Side with darting. ugly pain;
"Never mind, twill pass aAay,"
She must work. but never play;
Closed piano, unused books,
Done the walks TO easy hooks.
Brightness faded out Of life,
saddened woman,
Dams wife.
Up stairs, tossing TO and no,
Fever holds the woman low,
Children wander. free to play
When and where they will to-day;
Bridget loiters-dInner's cold.
Dan looks anxious, cross and old;
Household screws are out Of place,
Lacking one dear. patient face;
Steady hands, so weak, but true,
Hands that know just what to do,
Never knowing rest or play.
Folded now and laid away:
Work Of six, in one short life,
Shattered woman,
Dams wife.
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Lost in the Sierras.
THE GOLD HUNTERS FATE.

How silent are the Sierras in their
topmost heights where the gray peaks
stand almost in groups, holding up be-
tween them the little platter like val
leys
We must 60 and stand or the border
of one of these valleys. Now we feel
the silence of the place resting upon us
ARE awed by the tall, frowning peaks.
See gloomy mist in the west has
risen up and Redeemed and almost hid
den the afternoon sun.
What in this drear place lone man
and his horse? how tired are both how
slowly drag their steps Now they halt.
The man bewildered, lost, turns and
looks about him; the tired beast hangs
its head and stands motionless, glad of
moments rest. Before them darkly
frowning. is gray walled canyon. 1t
is deep-how deep we cannot see, for in
the bottom squats gloomy Dark. Un-
smiling as the lost soul. she grimly sits
lowering over her brood of terrors as a
hen spreads her. wings over her young.
The lost stand perplexed and irresOlute.
They know and only know, that they are
lost in the high Slerras. Their knees
betray their WEAKNESS aud their fears.
How great the silence here. No
sound from the lower world can reach
this height. The tall gray peaks stand
about like voiceless ghosts. Along the
narrow fats and upon the steep, unsafe
slopes are grouped the white bones of
lifeless groves of juniper and stunted
pine-they are bleached as stag-horns
bleach on the plain or the bones of dead
soldiers on a battlefield. Did they die
of the great silence?
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A boy came along to one of our neigh
boris houses. holding very dirty dog.
and asked the gentleman of the house ;
don't you want to buy dog. Mister p
"What kind of dog is it p asked the
gentleman. The boy looked puzzled.
"Well," said be, "it is part terrier. :
"And what is the rest % asked the gen.
tleman. 1.-The rest" answered the boy,
"why, the rest is-is-just the dog"
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of the great silence?
Evening is drawing near, but the
blackness of her robes is not all her own
The lost man marks the gathering gloom
and is uneasy. Winter is near-he
knows the treachery of the season and
all the dangers of the first great snow
storm.
Alas why did he venture? Gold, for
which all risk life, tempted him. His
tagged steed moves his ears to and fro
uneasily-turns and snuffs toward the
west. There is weight, moisture in the
gloom. Undecided, the lost man looks
about him. Like the sea, the deep ST.
lence roars in his ears. Now fragments
of clouds, slowly moving, approach and
creep along the ground close beside him.
Dusk rises threatening up from her lair
in the near abyss and stands before him.
She stretches her shapeless arms about
the base of the mountains; her terrors
glide along tie low ravines, skulking
from bush to bush. Where shall the
lost man turn?
Hark house dog bays from the step
of his masters cabin Was that the
home-like tinkle of cow-bell? All !
no; these are sounds that belong miles
on miles below, more than days jour-
ney away. Echoing memory for mo-
ment cheated him. Hist What is that
which, like the long-drawn sigh of a
ghost, breathes through the silence
How quickly the lost man turns and
peers into the gloom behind him Pshaw !!
twas but the voice of the wind awed to
a whisper-rebuked by the dread pres
ence of silence. Twas but the wind
he felt it on his cheek-yet, in that one
timid whisper, it said much to him. He
understood and shuddered. His horse
dropped his head still lower and shook
his shaggy sides until the pack on his
back clattered again. The poor beast
understood what was whispered by the
breeze. There was no snow on his back
not yet-but the horse knew what was
meant by the wind. The clatter of the
pack was not loud-would not have been
at another place-but the lost man start
ed and looked quickly about him; he
feared that the huge peaks standing
around might be startled into letting
fall the great loads lying in their laps.
At last the gold hunter moves. Driv-
ing his weary horse before him, he gazes
earnestly at what looks like the black
shadow of cloud, small dark spot
many miles away. 1t is grove of liv-
ing trees that he sees-a grove of frs
in mountain gorge far below.
Rugged are the ways of the wilderness
and the feet of the weary find many
stumbling places. Weary is the lost
man weary the beast he urges Bruises
rebuke his haste and stubborn shrubs
rear their antlered heads and avenge on
his flesh and garments, his every display
of contempt for them.
The wind whispers more hoarsely and
boldly along the rugged ground. 1t is
yet far to the grove-to where the I'll
trees stand silent and dark. Timidly
the lost man glances upon the heaped
and distorted rocks as he hastens past
faces looking at him over jagged tops
no faces peeping from their dusty chinks
How dark it growsl Who now car
see the tops of the hoary peaks around
whose eyes look into the darkness a
their feet? Soon the gnomes of tn,
mountain halls will be abroad. the ghost
of the dead races walk
The lost man put his hand quickly t
| his cheek ha oa1aa mn in faar at III
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Chicago bank presidents are knights
of the golden fleece.
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AADeI-ANAOh 4NONAce.
This certihes that I have this day given my son
'DHARLEs FREDERICK BAILEY. his time TO act and
rade for himself and shall claim Of his wages
pay any debts Of hs contracting after this date.
JEROME BAILEY.
Sutton. w.. Nov 5. 1871. o4s
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A Train jumping the Track.

KroKvK. Iowa. May "A passenger train on
the KcohuA and DE, Moncs Railroad a,te,cuns Jumped
The track near Oiumwa ami nearly all oi the thirty pas
s'u.rrs un board were muit or less injured 4 tramp
who MAS stealing a ride On the platform. Mas killed.
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LiBoR rRorHnEs ar poRr HuKN
The Anthracite Fuel CompanS's Men On Strike
-InrbuIent StriLer Arrrsted.

RoNDoUr, y. Y, May 3.-The mon ON
ployed at the works Of the Anthracite Fuel
Company at Port Ew n. who were receiving
sll2a per day. struck on Monday last. The
company obtained new men and began work
yesterday. The strikers stoned the men and
threatened their lives. They also visited the
works and tried to obtain thr names Of the mon
at work; hut they Were ordered away. Several
Of tn" strikers wer" very domonstrativc in thoir
actions and the superintendent of the company
l't'rn ned o. Iut stop To- the intimidati %.
Judge W. -thrpo> wn- applied tp for warrants
for TN rnglend"r-, and sheriff Nclh detailed
Tour 4 'luti"s 60 max" the arrests. They visited
Port Even last night and arrested Edward Nj
Donald, latrrk j. Grady. Peter Mack Ianlo-
Wright and Thomas Taylor, taking slinr Of
them from their beds
The prisoners wrr, bound over 10 nwait tho
Wtion Oi N" Grand jury Judge Mc~ihr0ok IN
his remarks to the Prisoners was very severe
upon the spir,t of laWlcs-ne-s which hH- boon
rampant IN this community So long. and gave
ruhli"nnd private motto" that So f'ir ~ he could
reach il he would put an end to- il. H. toli the
men very lmpreesNoly that tine crime with
which thcy We're charged WIS far more s"l!ous
and roul be punished witn far great = severity
lAun ordinary crimes against tho person.
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BRdyE MRS. GILLOTTE
How n Woman Captured Negro sneak
1hief-Thc Fight In the BEDROOM.

About o'clock last evening ring at tho
boil brought Mrs. Brady. the andlady OF the
boarding house at 81 West Thirticth street. to
the door. On her way she noticed IA colorcd man
stealthily walking up stairs. Mrs. Annette
Gillotto, n boarder. happening to come by. Mrs
Brady told her she thoughtthcre was u thief up
stairs. and asked her 10 watch until she could
find n policeman.
Mrs. Gillotte went to hcr room in the second
story. As she entered 1t she saw man hiding
on her bod. covered up with tho bod clothes.
Giving the alarm. Mrs. Gilloitc sprang upon the
man. and caught him by the throat. He fought
desperately, and both fell ON the floor. Mrs
GillOtte calling loudly for help. Twice he COM
PEELED Mrs. Gillotte to let 20 her ho !. hut with
remarkable courage rho recovered It. and held
him
Her screams brought Mr.. William Jackson.
another hoardor. to her rssistunrc. Rounds
nun Burns soon arrived. and the thief
wa, was secured. liz had plkcd up a num-
petite French lady. told her story to Ser
Eeant Young. She showed signs of the severe
struggle in which she had been engaged Tho
Prisoner, who Is negro. gave the name Of John
smith. lie said that he had been engaged by "A
gentleman ut 30 West Thirtioth street to take "A
chandelier Ia the house in Clinton place. He
cou'I not account for his presence ia Mira. Gil
lott s bedroom.
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THE CiRPET TRADES DEPRESSION
The Largest MN. IN tho states to close To-
day Other MN, On y .ort Time.

PHILADELPHIA, May 3-Thc largest car
pet mills IN the United S,atos those Of tho
Mcssrs. Dohson at Schuylkill Falls in the sub
urls oi Philadelphia. will close tomorrow. thus
throwing ont Of work some fourteen hundred
hands. Ia the early part Of April about seventy
tap stry weavers struck against a reduction in
thcrwal.es from four and onc-haf to four cents
per yard. Since then the proprictors have
learned that the other operators. notably the
Brussels and incraih wcavcrs. who suffered no
rcdU. ton. have been ass sting the strikers.
and 1t has been decided to stop work altogether.
Espo' tally arc the rroprietors moved N this
course 10y the large surplus of goods on hand.
The Dohsons said to-day that the mills would
be closed form indefinite period. although there
was poss hility of starting up 10y June l. The
thi 'Siry strikers say thut their r"du ton wlS
Vnl "SuWrrlusc az 3ltod il thc employer u
i9ree thc men e. STRIKE and give an excuse for
los lng the mills without the oiium of cast
ins 70 many men out of work Voluntarily.
opcrnturs In employment sin n'c tn, strike were
ut down IN their WORKING days t. three week.
Tn" men asked 10 De- allowed to work three en-
tre days instead Of hail day each day. in Or
der thai they might earn money elsewhere.
III was refused the idea heing. as the Dob
sons say. to prevent the men at work from
earning enough to give aid to their striking
hr thrrn. hut the men say i Was t. casc them
b. mHde.
hecarpet tradc throushou, tho country does
nyi seem to b" active. John Cross'ey Sons
side of the water. They have 700 looms hut
Tor the past eight months have been running
three DAYS ia the week only. Next in order
comes these SchuyIAiil FAILS Mills with 2jO
looms. They manuiarurc thn greatest variety
IN ihc CARPET line II Hny firm, making
fourteen oIf Of the fifteen lines OF goods
the exception beng the Administer. The
Lowell carpet Company has 30 ingram
looms. hut only So MY ono running; ant of
the tniriy-s.N Brussels looms hut four are
work q. Bigel0w ~ O.. ~ Clinton, Mass are
rum La hut twenty 'y.n oat U. eighty ingruin
Y y. WORK Tut two-th.ri- of tAeir tapestry
looms; their twenty ANminsf r looms are all
vwortr'l howryeri Two mon,ns AK n op'ra
stru *. ami wcr' uut q month. the EuNhury
Company ~ RnNhury. Mass. are runuiu- about
one-thir.i ot their MA 'hluory 1hrr. arr also
mHuuiaci1ri,s IN Hartford and IA NV York.
Dul NON. Ar. r-l-llLs ~ t--.r lu. -ALA--ty.
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.fRIIsTS on 4 L.fRh.
Ccnvi,iaiity In Bnrroom thnt Terminated
In ~ Challenge TO Fight ~ Duel.

The police officers under Inspector Diiks
and Captains Williams and Byrnes were in cX-
cited quest. on Wednesday. OF the parties 10 an
anticipated duel. of which information had
been sent TO the Mercer street police station by
a woman Interested in one of the bcllgorent
gentlemen At one time thirty officers without
uniforms Were patrolling Fourteenth street.
betwecn Fifth avenue and University Place. in
search of clue 10 the place Of meeting. Onerlu-
led Capt. Williams 10 an artists studio in tn"
third story Of the building at - l,4StTour,e.uth
street, and there the story was unfold~d 20 him.
Mr y. Gambler. u PORTRAIT artist. ana Louis
TheNenin. a photographer. nr' the 'cupult-
81 the studio, which L. N"ridll" curiosity
shop' crowded w.ih lirtlr's, -tAiuNry suits Of
ariuor. un -icni wcuuun-. and other properties
and rar, draprry. This apartment IL naturally
the headquarters Of "a clique ut frDn l art IS
OF viii lts occupants are the central figures.
scene of a festive gathering Of rloi'r spirits
who enjoyed themselves until late hour. and
then went tpa harrOun ln Clinton pA'e.
There the party met young Frsn 'hmnn Of
family and fortune, NJ. D. La Roche. who.
though unagquainted with the artists speedily
mWie hims"l. one uf thrAI. aud was " leumrd.
VI. DE La Roche was somewhat more than clr-
yated 10 the point of loility. ana 50 far forgot
himself aS to take exception t. the hat worn 10y
NJ. Gninhirr. NJ oii"n'" wn~ taken at TINS. Tut
having cN rcs Il his wills AT the eAp@ns" of on
~ ih' parry, the yuuuL strang' was considered
i",t gam. III We oth'l-. ahd IN IN" h"iihdee
tnAt igilnwrd he ann ot second b"st.
On IuH- lay tN"nIu.. tiin same artists mot in
ne stud 10. an after amur'ng tlienS lv's with
lois hnd other uNrrs! lfs adjourned a4'Nn to
Clinton pla,e. VI pe l. korh" wa, ih..' ana
contest II wi. TINS tnuc hr offended W. De
N"urunni. an oll"'r Of i!- frrL h army oi The
iom"ntcd hy ihc ,shicvon. fri.ni- of ihS
"Ei"r. t-rnnUtHl III a. challenge. Thon the
art - sir~'iily cnHp.",'d arrane"m Tor a
evening n TIE F.ut,r. ntn street studio.
~ i'e Ia ''"'h, Was GUS an meant light;