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Vicksburg weekly herald., 1878-04-26
SheriEs Sale.
lE STATE OF MlSsISSIPPI,l
Warren County.

THE STATE OF MISSISSIPPI!
Warren County.
In Warren Circuit Court To June
Term, ISIS.
Louisa Haining vs. Louis +. and Ben. s.
Hullum.
Judgment Decen Der 1871, f,r S6s1, inter
est aud Costs.
DY VIRTUE OF THE ABOVE EXE.
ID cuti0n, u me directed, shall expose
TO pubic sale, at the dopr OF the Court
house, Ia the city OF VI ksburg, within the
hours prescribed by laT, 20 the highest
bidder, tor casa, on the
First Monday Of May next,
all the right, II le and Undivided interest
of the defendants, LouIs + aud Ben. s.
Hullum, In and 10 the following described
property, to.wlt: That part u sections
iye (i) aud eleven (ll), township fourteen
(lI), range three (J) east, containing rs
acres, the same being fully described IN \
deed from Thomas Rigby and wife to Ben.
iamin Hullum, dated January "a, 1851, and
recorded In Deed Book Y, page s. Of
ChaEcery Jerks records OF Warren cOun.
ty; also south part O(ne 4 and g. nth part
Of NV 4 OF section three (3), township
.U4) fourteen, range three (3j east, con.
tanning 40 acres, the same being fully de-.
scti5ed IN deed from Joseph CasIleman
and wife to Benjamin $. II llum, dated
- December, lslS and of record In said
Chancery Clerks office, In Book V, pa. e
6a3; also that part OF nv u OF section y,
township "A, range east, containing
1888 23.lOO acres, aud tnat part OF W Of
section 3, township IA, range east, con.
talning l36.9j ac.es, and lot l, section II,
township Il, range east. containing
- 5?.lO0 acres, the same being fully de.
nrf I'D ~ n lnnI gastN III unnnWnn
Wesley Mathews and wife to BENJAMIN :.
Hullnm, dated Decemb r 81, 1914. and Of
record IN said ChancerY CLERKS office, In
Book T, pages 2G4, 9Bj and 26G; also the
sex Of fractional section 3, towns zip IA,
range east, 'ntaining 100 acres, and
fully set out and described In a deed from
Catherine Hulum to Benjamin ) Hullum,
OF date December Is, 1914, and Of record In
said Clerks office, 10 Book :, page 24l
The same having been levied upon as the
property OF the defendants, Louis F. and
Ben. 5. Hullum, to satisfy plaintiffs claim
and all costs. A, j. FLANAGAN,
mSl.dltwlt Sheriff Ot Warren County.
Vicksburg weekly herald., 1878-04-26

STEEL COTTON sCRAPERS;
- B, F. Avery d sons Improved scrRpeI
Blade; for sale BY
apl6 LEE RICHARDSON 4 CO.
Vicksburg weekly herald., 1878-04-26

6NAGOLD DPLATED EDWATCHRs Cheapest
&Aln the known world. Sample Watch Free 10
Address, A. cOCLTKB q Co, Chicago
sep2l.wly
Vicksburg weekly herald., 1878-04-26
100000 o!
WORTH oF-
Gold Plated JeWelry !

DOR ONE DOLLAR, We WILL SEND
L as below, all Warranted Gold
Plated: | Pair Gold stone Sleeve But.
tors; pair Engraved sleeve Buttons:
set Pointed studs; / Get Amethyst studs;
/ wedding Ring; l Engraved Band Fin.
ger Ring; Amethyst tone Ring; Ele-
CANT Ring, marked "Friendship Il Hand.
some Scarf PIN; splendid >ilvcred bat
Pin; set Ladies' Jet and Gold Pin ard
Drops; / Misses 6, I, Jet and Cod, La
dies Jet Set, Ornamented: | set Hand
some Rosebud Ear Drops; | Gents Ele.
CANT Lake George Diam nd stud; Cav.
dlnal Read Bead Necklace; pair aides
Pearl lar Drops: Ladies' Ornamented
Jet Brooch; Fancy scarl Ring and lie.
CANT Watch Chain. Take y.ur choice. the
entire 10! ofsO pieces stHt iCst-patd Jor 81,
gr any pieces you chlSe fGr 80 cents. Cub
Premium-Any one ser ding US a club OF
twelve at one dollar, We Will send Coin
Silver Watch Free. + STOCK NAN,
mSIS-w3m - Bond ~, New York.
Vicksburg weekly herald., 1878-04-26
$4,000 Cash In PRIZES.
THIRD GRAND DRAWING
Commonwealth distribution COm'y,
10 the City Of Louisville, Ky,, on
TUESDAY, April 3Oth, 1878,

OR MONEY REFUNDBDi
Under the immed ate supervision OF Z.
e Wintefsmith, Ex.TreAs. State Of KY,
Gen. T. A. Harris, PIeS't Mex. Trading
aud Trans. Co., Col. Geo. Il. n. Gray,
and other prominent citizens.
I.RRT OF PRTRIm.
Vicksburg weekly herald., 1878-04-26

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Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
Queer Tom.

Tom Flossofer was the queercst boy I
ever knew. I don't thing he ever cried.
I never saw him cry. IF Fleda found her
tulips all rooted up by her pet puppy,
and cried, as little girls will,
Tom was sure to come around the corner
whistIing and say: "What makes you cry?
can you cry tulip7 Do you think every
sob makes root OR blossom? Here,
let's try to right them" So he would
pick up the poor flowers, put their roots
into the ground again, whistling all the
time, make the bed look smooth and
fresh, and take Fleda off to hunt hens
nests in the barn. Neither did he do any
differently in his own troubles. One day
his great kite snapped the string and flew
away far out Of sight. Tom stood still a
moment, and then turned around to
come home, whistling merry tune.
why, Tcm,' said I, Are you not sorry
to lose that kite?" eyes, but what's the
use2 [ can't take more than a minute 10
feel bad. Sorry will not bring the kite
back, and | want to make another" Just
SO when he broke his leg. Poor Toni"
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22

Old Hornbender came in from Sagus
the other day and took seat in a Wash
ington street barber shop to ''wait his
turn" A couple Of "smart" youths be-
gan telling stories about terrible TRACE
dies with BARRIERS as the heroes, evidently
to guy the old man. After time old
Hornbender bracel himself, and said ne !:
did you ever hear Of my rumpus with
crazy barber down to Lynne" The
boys allowed they hadn't, and all gath
cred about the old man, who continued ::
" Well, [ was down to Lynn once, about
a year ago, and went into barber shop
to get my baird scraped off. An when
l took my seat in the chair saw the
barber didn't look jest right. His ewes
had kinder CLASSY stare in EN-, and he
fourished his razor around while he was
a stroppin' of it in a way that made me
uncomfortable, tell you. Then he grab
bed me by the nose with one hand and
gave me such a look that I couldn't have
lifted my hand to save my life. l didn't
have time, nuther, for afore | could wink
he cut my throat from ear to ear" The
crowd was by this time deeply excited,
and one of the boys shouted, How did
you get away alive?n "I didn't,n SOL
EMMY replied old HornbeRder. "He
killed me and buried my body in the
celler." A mighty silence ensued.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
She never looked at it, Hiram never. And

She never looked at it, Hiram, never. And :
there's not an hour, nor hasn't been for
ten years, that she hasn't been looking for
sou to come back. Go to her, man, and
the Lords blessing be upon both of you.n
So, gTasping the hard, brown nand,
hiram Colby took the path TO the little
white cottage where he had been born
forty five years before. The sun had set
ana the darkness was gathering, but a
little gleam of light streamed from the
window OF his cottage. He drew near
softly, and standing on the seat of the
poarch, looked over the ha curtain into
the neat bur poor sitting room.
was not the grand house, PEARLS
heritage in New YORK, but Pearl herself
was there A slender woman, with a
pale, sweet face, and black hair smoothly
banded and gathered into rich braids at
The back Of her shapely head. Her dress
With pain dark one. with white rutfies,
cuffs and az apron
She mad been sewing, but her work was
put aside, and presently she came to the
open window and threw aside the curtain.
She did not see the tall figure drawn
closely against the wall in the narrow
ruilg toward the sea, giimmclins in The
half light.
MY darIingm she whispered, ar YOU
dead, and mas your spirit come to AXE
mine where we shaft part no more2"
Only the wash OF the wave below an
swered her. Sjeling softly, she said:
is my darling coming2 / feel him so
| near TO me, ! could almost grasp him"
She stretched OUT her arms over the
low window sill, and a low voice answered
| her: Pearl Pearl!'
The arms that had SO long grasped on
ly empty air, We're filed then, as Hiram
stood under the low window
do not move, love- she whispered,
pressing her soft lips to MS; Il always
wake when you move"
But now," he said, you are already
awake See, Pearl, your trust was heav-
en-given. 1t is myself, your fond, true
| husband, little one, who will never leave
you again
ssIt is true! You have comet she
cried at last, bursting into q torrent of
happy tears. 81 knew you were not dead.
You could no. be dead and my heart not
tell me-" 1t was long before they could
think of nything buc the happiness of
reunion after the many years OF separa-
ton, but at last, drawing Pearl closer,
Hiram whispered-"I walked from J j,
love, and am enormously hungry
And Pearls merry laugh chased the
last shadows from her hsppy face, and
she hustled about the room preparing
supper.
Supper for two" she cried gleefully.
The grand old house in New York is
tenanted by its owners, and Hiram goes
to sea no more; but in the summer time
two happy people come fer quiet month
to the little white cottage at Monkton,
and have always to listen to Days tale
of the evening when he was cutting Hir-
am Goldbys tombstone, and ended by
smashing it into atoms.
"For," is the invariabe ending OF the
tale. Pearl was right, AMI We were
wrong, all Of us for Hiram Goldby was
lost at sea, sure enough, but he was not
dead, and he came to her faithful love as
she always said he would"
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22


"Died-Li,tle Ted-of scarlet fever; aiged
three years. Funeral tomorrow, gon to
Heyin; left won bruther.
WAS it your brother?' asked the
cashier
Tim tried to brace up. but re couldn t
The big tears came up, his CHR culver
ed, and he pointed to the notice on the
counter and gasped:
I'll had to sell my kit to do it, b
but he had his arms around my neck
when he d--diedr'
He hurried away home, but the news
went to the boys, and they gathered in
group and talked. Tim had not been
home an hour before a barefooted boy
left the kit on the doorstep, and in the
box was bouquet of flowers. Detroit
Free Press
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
Law and Jsstice.

Solomon would have found it difficult
to improve upon recent Judgment OF a
French court. A year ago, an apothe-
cary of Port d. Ain, in the Department
of Ain, married a second time. 1t is the
custom, in that part Of the country, to
treat all who take second wife to a
charivari, although any person may avoid
the annoyance by paying a special ran
som. Our apothecary would not pay,
and the sport was begun. The serenati-
ing party kept at their self imposed task
from sundown until midnight. The next
night they began again, and, although the
victim 81 their unWished-for music offer.
ed to pay half the sum they demanded,
persisted, for four days, or rather nights,
in disturbing his peace. At last, on the
fourth night, the apothecary, exasperated
beyond endurance, dispersed his tormen-
mentors by sprinkling them with mild
salution OF sulphuric acid. One or two
of the volunteer musicians received, in
juries to their clothing, and one was
somewhat burned in the face. Accord
ingly, the apothecary was arrested and
brought before Judge, who sentenced
him to pay certain small sums TO each of
the compliments. From this judgment
he appealed, and it is the second verdict
on appeal which is to be commended.
The tribunal Of Bourg held that the per-
sons who were injured by the vitriol had
a right to compensation from the assail-
ant, end therefore confirmed the iudg-
mcnt of the court below, but condemned
each one of those in whose favor YER
dict had been given to pay to the phar-
macist as much as he was to pay for the
assault.-Boston Advertiser.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
A Tin-Clad Dog.

ON these times of mad dogs, one which
got his head iato q tin jar a few nights
ago at the residence Of w T. Chandler,
Beaver Valley, Del, was the maddcst of
all, but happily he was not mad from an
attack of hydrophobia. Spooking around
MI. Chambers back yard, he found in an
open summer kitchen tall tin jar, with
something in the bottom which made him
thrust his head in a considerable distance
to reach the palatabe morse! at the bot
tom, which we believ9, was potato yeast.
Probably not from the effects of t e yeast,
but from some cause, the dogs head from
the nose to behind the ears grew so large
that the can p3sistcd upon remaining on
his head. When the dog found that he
was fairly caught and not being able to
howl himself he commenced series of
gymnastics that made more noise than
half dozen dogs. He tugged at the can
with his feet, he snorted and sneszed and
would have growled if he could; he rolled
over on his back. stood upon his mind feet,
aud shook himself, but that can was
s.tharn and he could not remove it. TAX
ing cruise around the y I'd he .abbed
the big end of his tin elongaton against
the yard fence, jan med through q bunch
of dahlias, swept down a swath through
the potato patch, and emerging 10 the
onion bed he took roll in it, and
comming back 10 the open kitchen again
he sent the breakfast table hors dc COM
bat, legs upwards. By this time Mr..
Chandler had so far recovered from the
tears ingendered by the terrible racket
| below, that he ventured from his bed to
see what was the matter. Opening the
kitchen door, the dog hearing q noise
made bounce in that direction, almost
ramming the bottom of his tin can that
stuck to him "close" than a brother" inso
Mr. G. S face. Frightened for the in
slant at such Queer kind of an animal.
Mr.. Chandler shut the tin-headed beast
out, but after a moments consideration,
he grasped the situation and boldly went
out and grasped that tin can, and with
dcxterous effort he threw the fuzzy end
of it over the fence, but held on to the
tin end. The dog pulled and Mr., Chand
lor pulled, and at last the separation
came, Mr.. G. performing a somersault on
one side of the fence and the dog at the
other
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
Tins Kit.

1t surprised the sinners and news-boys
around the Postoffice, the other day, to
sec "Limpy Tim" come among them in a
quiet way, and to hear him say:
"Boys, want to sell my kit. Here's
two brushes, hull box of blacking, a
good stout box, and the outfit goes for
two shillins'!''
"Going' away, Tim2" quired one.
"Not 'zactly, boys, but | want quarter
the owfullest kind just now"
"Goin' on 'scursion2" asked an
other.
eNot to-day, but I must have quar-
ter" he answered.
One of the lads passed over the change
and took the kit, and Tim walked
straight to the counting-rocm of daily
paper, put down his money, and said:
II guss I kin write it ifyou'll give me
a pencil-''
With slow moving fingers he wrote a
death notice. It went into the paper al
most as he wrote it. He wrote:
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
The STONE-CuITERss STORY.

He was wkistling over his work, care
less, from long custom, OF the solemn
signifi, ance of the letters he was cutting
in the white marble. The June sun was
nearly at tie end Of the days journey,
sinking slowly to rest upon the bosom Of
the broad Atlantic, whose waves washed
Il e shores Of the little seaport town of
Monkton. A stranger, handsomely dress
ed IN gray, with large, lustrous brown
eyes, came to the fence that was
around the yard where the stone-cutter
worked, and read the lettering, almost
completed, upon the tombstone:
HIRAM GOLDBY,
Aged 35.
LOST AT SEA, JANUARY, 1866.
The last SIX was nearly completed A
strange pallor gath red for a moment
upon t4e strangers face and then he
drew long, deep breath and said:
us not ten years a long time to be
cutting letters on {. tombstone, friend2n
'Eh, sir?n
The stone-cutter looked, shaded his
eyes with his brown hand, as he turned
his face TO the setting sun.
s'lhis is 1876 was the grave reply,
land Hiram Goldby has been then years
UNDER the waves
Well sir, that's the question--is he
there?"
is he there? Your stone tells us he
is and has been for ten years.
Eyes, sir, so it does-soit does. Aad
vet she has ordered it, She came over a
week OF SO back with a worried look upon
her sweet face that have never seen any
thing but patient in the long years, and
she said to me: you mag cut a stone,
Davy,' she says, and put it up in the
chuEchyard, and | don't want to see it.
I'll pay you whatever you choose to ask,
Davy, she says, but he's not dead, and
don't want tombstone 'Lor, mum,
says I, ned turned up all these years if
he was not dead But she shock her
pretty head, the prettiest l ever seen, sir.
and she said: My heart never told me
that he was dead, Davy, and LII never
believe it till my heart tells nae so.'"
ellis sweetheart?" questioned the
stranger.
ellis wife, sir-his loving, faithful wife,
that's had poverty, and loneliness and
misery, her full share, and might ha' bet
tered herself
elbow was that?"
"Mr. Miles, sir, the richest shop owner
hereabouts, he waited patiently for seven
long years, trying to win her. Then he
said that she was flee even if Hiram came
back"
:'Enoch Arden" muttered the stranger.
sWhat did you say, sir?"
ssNothing, nothing. What answer did
the widow make, Mr.. Miles?"
If Hiram's dead,' said she, I'm his
faithful wife, MAYBE you are from the
city, sir, and haven't heard the story of
our Pearl?'
s'What story is that?"
s'Well, sir, it's been told many times,
more particularly in the last year, but
yor're welcome to what / know of it
There, that six is done, and I'll leave the
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
Hard to Tell.

The sounds of blows and shrieks at
tracted crowd before house on Mullet
street. the other day, and directly po-
liceman came sauntering along. He
seemed a trlf1e anxious, but yet made no
movement, and one Of the crowd ex-
claimed:
"Why in the name of Heaven don't
you stop that?''
"Is it a 6ght2n queried the officer.
"Of course it isl
care you sure?'
sssure? Why even fool can tell that
some one is being pounded to DEATH"
perhaps So" unused the officer; but
you can't tell-can't tell. l jumped in
once in just such a case as this, and
found that it was young lady taking
music Lessons, instead Of row. Keep
still, you boys, and let me see if can
hear crochery bang against the walls.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22

cried Fleda, 'you can't play any M o-r-ep'
"I'm not poor, either. You cry FOR me /;
I don't have to myself and l have a
splendid time to whistle. Beside, when
get we'll I shall beat every boy in school
on the multiplication table; for say it
over and over till it makes me sleepy
every time my leg aches Tom Fiossofer
was queer, certainly; but wish great
many more people were queer that way.
Nursery.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22
Forty, Less One
BY JAMES RICHARDSON.

Over by the tangled thicket,
Where the level meets the hill,
Where the mealy alder bushes
Crowd around the ruined MILL
Where the thrushes whistle early,
Where the midges love to play,
Where the nettles, tall and singing,
Guard the vine INSTRUCTED way,
Where the tired 5rooklet fingers
Ina quiet little pool,
Mistress Salmo Fontinalis
Keeps very private school.
Forty little speckled beauties
Come to learn of 'Icr, each dav,
How to climb the foaming rapids,
Where the flashing sun beams play,
How to navigate the eddies,
How to SINK ard how to rise,
How to watch for passing perils,
How to leap for passing flies,
When to play upon the surface,
When beneath the stones to hide,
All the secrets of the water,
All brook learning, true and tried.
That's q good-for-nothing skipper"
That's harmless yellow-blrd;n
That's the flicker Of the shine,
When the alder leaves are stirred"
"Thaps the shadow Of cloudlet."
That's squirrel come to d Ink"
That's look out for him, my darlings!
He's fierce and hungry mink
That's the ripple on the water,
When the winds the Wavelets STIR"
"That-snap quick, my little hcarties!
That's a luclOuS grasShopper."
So the clever Mistress Salmo
Gives her counsel, day by day,
Teaching all the frOnf1V VittuaS
All life's lessons grave and lay.
Well she knows t1e flashing terror
Of King Fishers sudden fall!
Well she knows the lurking danger
Of 1.-THE barb'd hook, keen and small!
Well she tries to warn her pupils
OF all evils, low and high!
But, alas! the vain young tritiers
Sometimes disobey-- and die!
What was that which passed so quickly,
With slender shade behind?
What is that which stires the alder,
When no ripple tells of wind?
What sends Mistress Salmo darting
Underneath the stones in fear?
Crying, Hide ourselves, my darlings,
Our worst enemy is near!"
II am bound 10 understand itn
Saws one self proud speckle-side;
"When l see the dangers real,
Then if need be, can hide.n
So he waits alone and watches,
Sees the shadow pass again,
Sees fly drop on the water,
Dashes at it, mi yht and main,
Missed it! VIZ H." he says, II never!
That's the worst jump made to-day!
Here another comes now for tip
Splash! He's in the ART to stay
When the alders cease to tremble,
Silence comes and sun-glints shine,
Mistress Salmo Fontinalis,
Calls the robust thirty-nine!
st. Nicholas for Juza
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22

Beggars are choosers when they choos0
o beg. N. 0. PieQgune.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-09-22

.COlllG.
The stranger lifted his face that had
been half hidden in his hand and said !:
"Ihere was a shipwreck in the Pacific
Ocean, Davy, years and years ago, and
one man was saved saved, Davy. by saw
ages who made hin a slave, the worst Of
slaves! But one day this sailor saved the
life of the chiefs daughter, who was in
thecoils Ola hugh snake, and the chief re
leased him. More than that he gave him
choice spices and woods and sent him
aboard the first passing ship. So the sal
lor landed in great city, sold his pres
ents and put the gold in safe keeping.
Then he travelled till he reached the sea
port town where he was born, and COM
ing there at sunset, heard the story OF
his life from the lips of man cutting his
tombstone
Not word spoke Davy. Standing
erect, he siezed an immense sledge ham
mer, and with powerful blows from strong,
uplifted arm, dashed the n arble into
fragments. Then, painting. with exertion,
he held out his brawny hand to the stran-
ger-a stranger no longer.
tive done no tetter work in my life
than I've done in the last five minutes,
Hiram. Go home, man, and make Pearls
heart glad. She don't need it, Hiram
she don't need it. You asked me about
the stone. TIE neighbors drove her to
ordering it, twitting her that now she was
rich, she grudged the stone to her
husbands memory. So she told me to
cutit, but says, Don't put dead upon it,
Davy-put lost at sea; for Hirams lost,
but he'll be found and come back to me.
New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-05-15

Berlin was thrown into a state Of
very great excitement last Saturday
afternoon by the attempt to assassii-
nate Emperor William. a tinsmith,
said to be from Leipsig named Emil
Heinrich Max H@del, fred two
shots into the Emperor carriage as
he was returning from drive with
the grand duchess of Baden, but
without effect. Hndel and an ac-
complice named Kruger were arrest
ed and when they had their prelimi-
nary examination Hedel said that
it was himself that he wanted
to shoot, and not the Emperor.
Great crowds assembled in front of
the palace, to whom the Emperor
several times presented himself, in
acknowledgement Of their express
sions Of sym athy and solicitude.
New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1878-05-15

The appearance Of the German
steamer Cimbria off Ellsworth, Me-,
with six hundred Russian naval Of
fcers and men, is creating consider
able talk in this country and uneasi-
ness in England. It is supposed
that the Russian government has
bought in this country and is fitting
out several vessels as privateers,
which will be used to pry upon the
English commerce in the event of
war. The ship papers Of the Cimbria
show the Russians simply as pas
sengers, but it is thought that they
are intended to man the Russian
ships that are being fitted out. A
close watch is kept upon the Cimbria
and her MYSTERIOUS passengers by
British agents, who are said to be
quite numerous in this country just
now. Should. war break out Eng
land may have occasion to regret
her course IN allowing rebel priva-
teers to be fitted out in their country,
to pry upon our commerce during
our little unpleasantness' IN 1851
'5.