The Portland daily press., 1879-11-20
THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 90

THURSDAY MORNING, NOVEMBER 20
arm about the old man, brought him into the
pew 1t was the man who entered the battle
of Gettysburg with his musket and fought In
dependently all day.
The ANONYMOUS author of An Earnest Trifter
has been robbed of her mask, and appears as
Miss Mary A. Sprague, daughter OF we'll
known LAWYER in Newark, o. 1t is her first
book. and its success is great surprise to her.
Bandeck and its neighborhood are near Charl-
emont, Mass, where the writer passed Sum-
mer two years ago This statement is made
on the authority of rather Eighty letter in
the Cleveland, (O.) Leader, the writer coming
very near losing his head in telling the lmpor-
tant secret. Miss Sprague is described by this
mercieSS interviewer as beautiful girl, scarce
ly above twenty years of age, OF slender,
wilowy form which she manages with grace
and dignity" of rosy complexion ana
dreamy blue eyes which sparkle with lntelll-
gence and animation" and one OF two sisters
noted in Newark society 'for their indepen-
dence in wearing what they please without re-
gard to fashion"
A good judicial anecdote is told by Gay
in the Louisville Courier-Journal. In one of
the Western States case was tried, and at its
termination the Judge charged the jury, aud
they retired for consultation. Hour after hour
passed and no verdict was brought in. The
Judges dinner hour arrived and he became
hungry and impatient. Upon inquiry he
learned that one obstinate iuryman was hold
ing out against eleven. That he could not
stand, and he ordered the twelve men to be
brought before him. He told them that in his
charge to them he had so plainly stated the
case and the law that the verdict ought to be
unanimous, and the man who permitted MS
individual opinion to weigh against the Judg-
ment of eleven men of wisdom was unlt ana
disqualified ever again to act in the capacity OF
juryman. AT the end of this excited harangue
a little, squeaky voice came from one OF the
jurynen. He said: Judge, will your honor
allow Inc to say wnrd?" Permission being
given, he added: MAY it please your honor,
am the only man on your side."
Two young ladies were imprisoned for half
a day on the dome of the ST. Louis Court
House last week. They had gone up to tie
top, counting the steps after the manner of
women, and after enjoying the prospect found
that they could not open door leading to the
way. After six long hours of anxiety and
weakness one of them remembered device re-
by the heroine of her favorite novel.
ha few words ON paper, clamped the
Ho the blade of her penknife, and
tosseu t. nto the street. A young man picked
up the knife and read these words written on
the tag in a delicate hand: 1--WE are fastened
in the dome. For heavens sake, get us out!'
He showed the signal of distress to the Janitor.
"Mein Colt und Himmel!' exclaimed that
worthy man. "dose poorly gals up dere all desc
times!" He rushed up the winding staircase
as fast as his legs would carry him, and reach
ing the top, opened the small door leading to
the cupoia The girls received him with tears
of Joy, and in their gratitude may have added
kiss or two. They are now anxious to ma
out what is the color of the eyes OF the young
man who picked up the knife, to wit, their no.
BILE preserver.
II you want realization of that much
talked-of quality, style, just go to Worth's
and ask for "Miss Mary" An English bru-
nette will respond to your summons bru-
nette with large blue eyes and slender figure
and mein of blended reserve and dignity.
She will take your orders with the air OF
queen and will move to execute them with the
step of duchess. She is the very incarnation
of style; that mysterious quality is diffused
throughout her being from the summit OF her
dark tressed head down to the tip of her shape
ly slippers Were she clad in tow bag fas-
tened around her waist with a hempen cord,
she would impart to that garb subtle air of
elegance. Size is always arrayed in some one
of the latest creations of tie presiding divinity,
aud whatever it may be she looks well in it.
Her smooth, pale complexion dehes the effects
of color, and she can wear pale green or golden
yellow with equal impunity. Rufus cannot de-
form her throat, and pulled sleeves are power
less to impart an ungraceful carriage to her
arms. She moves in a tle-back like swan,
and carries train with the unconscious ease
of mermaid. She is never tlustered or put
out, or impertinent or familiar. Stout matrons
or skinny maidens, Leholding the charm and
grace OF her appearance, ascribe it all to her
gown, whereof they straightway order dupli-
Gates, making guys of themselves in the pro-
cess. She Is the worthy prime minister to the
acknowledged king of fashion.
Sir Louis Cavagnari was one Of those few
men created by nature to make their mark in
the worlds history. Utterly un-English in his
aspect, his manner, his style of thought and his
character Of action, he recalled the continental
diplomatists of the moyen age. 1t has been
generally assumed at Peshawar for years back
that it was only question of time when Cav
agnari should be assassinated as had been
Maclzeson, Macdonald aud so many sthess Who.
had been his predecessors in the perilous, fas-
cinating career of frontier management. A
slight man, of rather feeble physique, but with
an eye like a two edged sword, he never car
ried arms, differing in this from John Nicolson
who always had pistol on his writing-table
and when, at an interview, a Hillman Or an
Afghan waxed turbulent, took care to secure
the first trick in the game. Cavagnari (wfites
a correspondent, although he never loses his
temper, can, Oh occasion, hit wonderfully
straight from the shoulder. l remember once
riding with him to an appointment he had
with some Afrdis to settle some vexed land
question. l remained on the road, while he,
alone, in the center of about dozen stalwart
ruffians, armed to the eyebrows, walked round
the field. Presently the loud, angry accents of
dispute reached my ears. The Afridis were
surrounding Cavagnari, gasticulating with pas
sionate vehemence, some with hands on their
daggers. Cavagnar stood quiet, perfectly
fearless utterly impassive Suddenly saw the
biggest eff the Afridis go down like a bullock,
and Cavagnari, with unruffled composure re-
turning his hand into his pocket. He had
knocked the ruffian down, and the swift thor
oughness of the act cowed the fierce Hillmen.
About half way on the return journey Cavag-
mari remarked apologetically, SIT was abso-
lutely necessary. Please don't think lost my
temper; 1 was perfectly cool; but was forced
to maintain my ascendency;" and then he
added meditatively. 'andiI wanted also to save