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Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-15
IN EXTRAORDINARILY TRAGEDY.

IN EXTRAORDINARY TRAGEDY.
This morning the great Lambton Mills
tragedy was concluded by the suicide In
his cell of Robert Coursier, the fratri-
eide. He was to have been hung to-
morrow, and this last act of the terrible
drama has produced a profound sensa-
ton.
The story of the crime is as follows !:
Robert and Edward DeCoursier were
brothers, and lived together on farm
at Lambton Mills, near here. Both were
magnifcently proportioned, wonderfully
handsome, and popular. Robert was
the fner-looking of the two-over six
feet high, with dark, wavy auburn hair;
heavy, dropping mustache, a noble
countenance and commanding presence.
The brothers disagreed about money
matters, and separated, Robert removing
to distant town, leaving Miss Mary
Mills, the belle of the country side, with
q promise that he would soon return and
make her his bride.
Then Edward began the devilish work
which ended in the disgrace Of the lady
and the death of himself and brother.
So deep-rooted was his hatred OF his
brother that by forged letters, unblush-
ing lies. and protestations of love, Ed
ward persuaded Miss Mills to forsake
his brother and engage herself to him.
He seduced her, and shortly before her
confinement, when her shame was gen
orally known, he wrote to his brother
Robert to come home and he could have
his girl If he wanted her.
Robert suspected nothing, and, having
been deeply enamored Of Miss Mills, re-
turned at once, only to find her in the
agonies Of childbirth, while the satanic
brother WIS boasting on the streets that
he got even with Dob, who could have
both the girl and the child if he
wanted them. On the same day he
caused an execution to be served on
Roberts property for an alleged debt.
Robert, crazed with rage and shame,
rushed to the village drug store, bought
arsenic, and, borrowing a double-barreled
shotgun, started toward his brothers
wagon factory. Meeting his brother, he
emptied both loads into his body, took
the poison himself, ran into the shop,
closed the door and set fire to the shay
ings, hoping to burn himself and the
premises. He was promptly rescued,
though badly burned, and en- antidote
given, which saved his life. Edward
never breathed after being shot.
At Roberts trial he was convicted of
murder and sentenced to death. Every
effort was made to have the sentence
eommuted, but in vain. Petitions signed
by thousands were sent to the Minister
Of Justice 4; clergymen implored Princess
Louise to intercede, and personally
begged the Minister Of Justice to be
mercifrl. The prisoner, who had been
very sanguine, was informed that the
last hope had vanished. He was terri
bly, shocked, bnt seemed to become re-
signed. Special guards have been over
him ever since his condemnation to pre-
vent suicide, but this morning he drank
from water-pitcher and fell dead
poisoned with prussic acid.-zoronto
Cor. Cincinnati Enquirer.
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OUR JUVENLLKS.
Grdssdpa's Barn.

Grd31dpGS Barn.
Oh, jolly old place is grandpa's barn,
Where the doors stand open throughout the day,
And the cooling doves fly in and out,
And the air is sweet with the fragrant hay.
Where the grain lies over the slippery floor,
And the hens are busily looking around,
And the sunbeams flicker, now here, now there,
And the breezes blow through with merry SOUND
The swallows twitter and chirp all day,
With futtering wings, in the old brown caves
And the robins sing in the trees which lean
To brush the roof with their rustling leaves.
Oh for the glad vacation time,
When efandpa's barn will echo the shout
the merry children, who rornp and play
In the newborn freedom of "school let out"
Such soaring of doves from their coy nests,
Such hunting for eggs In the lofts 80 high,
Till the frightened hens, with cackle shrin,
From their hidden treasures are fain to hy.
Oh, the dear old barn, so cool, so wide!
It's doors will open again ere long
To the summer sunshine, the new-mown hay,
And the merry ring Of vacation song.
For grandpa's barn is the joIliest place
For froaic and fun on summer day;
And cen old Time, as the years pass by.
Its memory never can steal away.
-Harper's Young Folks.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-15
CHINA As fl MILITARY PoWER

CHINA rs II MILITARY POWER
It is not customary to look upon the
Chinese empire, with its 800, 0oO, 900 of
people, as at all formidable in war.
The celebrity with which Great Britain
forced the use of opium upon that ma
ton gave US all a very poor opinion of
Celestial prowess. That was war Of
noise versus cold lead. It was gongs
against guns. John Chinaman had no
conception Of the military ways of John
Bull.
But that was several years ago, and
hardly had peace reigned at Hong Kong
before the prudent Chinese Government
set about getting ready for future con-
tingencies. A careful study was made
Of fo-'eign civilization, not with a view
to improvement, but simply OF defense.
China had no more idea of becoming
Occidental than hunter has Of becom-
ing a wild beast. Finding it necessary
to protect itself against powerful bar
barians, the Government determined to
learn all about war as carried on by
be 'barians. ndustriorlsly pursuing this
course, China has supplied itself with @
very respectable nayy-st ne twenty
gun-boats, manned by foreigners, and
any number OF native mep-of-war. The
soldiers ore armed with the latest breech-
loading rifles, bought largely in this
country.
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DO THE MEEK INHERIT THE EARTH?
BY JOHN W. EATToS.

BY JOHN W. RATION.
The eagle piucks the raven,
And the raven pluoks the jay.
To whose voracious craving
The cricket falls prey.
The big fish dimes at leisIro
Upon the smaller fry,
And the minnow ests with pleasure
The poor, unconscious fly.
The miser skins his neighbor,
And the neighbor skins the poor;
And the poor man, doomed to labor,
Spurns the boggar from his door.
And thus the world is preying,
The strong upon the weak,
Despite the precious saying:
The earth is for the meek.
COLUMBIA, Mo.
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WIS Soou SttHuluS Oh tHo DIulk Oh tne
precipice, throwing off his cloak.
Ono, no, General Z" cried the grena-
diers, with one voice "you mustn't
run such risk as that. Let one of us
go instead /; your life is worth more than
ell of ours put together -
my soldiers are my children" an
swered Macdonald quietly, and no
father grudges his own life to save his
son."
The soldiers knew better than to make
any more objections. They obeyed in
silence, aud the General was swinging in
mid-air, down, down, down, till he van
ished at last into the darkness of the
cold black depth below.
Then every man drew long breath,
and all eyes were strained to watch for
the first sign of his appearing for they
knew we'll that he would never come
back without the boy, and that the
chance was terribly against him.
Meanwhile Macdonald, having landed
safely at the foot Of the precipice, was
looking anxiously round in search of
Pierre; but the beating Of the drum
had ceased, and he had nothing to guide
him.
"Pierre p shouted he as loud as he
could, "where are you, my boy?"
"Here, General" answered weak
voice, SO faint that he could barely dis
tinghish it.
And there, sure enough, was the little
fellows curly head, half buried in huge
mound of snow, which alone had saved
him from being dashed to pieces against
the rocks as he fell. Macdonald made
for him at once; and, although he sank
waist deep at every step, reached the
spot at last
"All right now, my brave boy" said
| the General, cheerily. "Pnt your arms
round my neck, and hold tight; we'll
| have you out Of this in minute
The child tried to obey, but his stiff
ened fingers had lost all their strength ;
and even when Macdonald himself
clasped the tiny arms about his neck
their hold gave way directly.
What was to. be done? A few min
utes more, and the numbing colds Of
that dismal place would make the res
cuer as powerless as him whom he came
to rescue. But Gen. Macdonald was
not the man to be SO easily beaten.
Tearing off his sash, and knotting one
end of it to the rope, he bound Pierre
and himself firmly together with the
other, and then gave the signal to draw
| up.
And when the two came swinging up
into the daylight once more, and the sol
diers saw their pet still alive and un.
hurt, cheer upon cheer rang out, rolling
far back along the line, till the very
mountains themselves seemed to be re-
| joicing.
"We've been under fire and under
snow together" said Macdonald, chat
| ing the boys cold hands tenderly, "and
nothing shall part us two after this, SC
long as we both live
And the General kept his word. Years
later, when the great wars were all over,
there might be seen walking in the gar.
den of quiet country house in the
South of France STOPPING, white.
haired old man, who had once been the
famous Marshal Macdonald; and he
leaned for support upon the arm Of 6
tall, black-mustached, soldier-ike fell
low, who had once been little Pierre,
the drummer.
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walking swiftly, led them to the Old
mill and to the board under which lay
the stained clothes and the Ratchet. The
girl 5 body was found afterward buried ~
a creek near at hand. Rachel's lover lad
already been arrested on suspicion. 1t
was limited that he had grown tired OF
the girl, and for many reasons fund her
hard to shake off. The womapfecognized
him in crowd of other mn, amt star
tied her companion still rore by point
ing out another young fellow from the
West as his companion in her dream.
The young man was tried in the town of
Washington for murder. The dreamer
was brought into court, and an effort was
actually made to put her on the witness
stand; but even then men cannot be hung
on the evidence of a dream. Without it,
there was not enough proof for convic-
ton, and the jury, unwilling enough, we
may be sure, allowed the prisoner to es
cape. 1t was held as positive proof Of
his guilt that he Immediately married
the sister of the other accused man, and
removed to Ohio, then the wilderness of
the West.-R. II. d. IN Lippincotts Nag.
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-03-14
THE PUMPKIN.

Obi errcenlv and fair in the lands of the sun
The vines of the gouri and the rich melon
run,
And the rock and the tree and the cottage en-
fold;
With broad leaves all greenness and blossoms
all gold.
Like tina: Ger Ninevah's prophet once grew
And lonSed for the storm cloud, and listened
in vain
For the rush of the whirlwind and red fire OF
rain.
On the banks CT the Xerid the dark Spanish
maiden
Comes IN with the fruit of the tangledsvine
laden;
And the Creole of Cuba laughs out to behold
Through orange leaves shining the broad
spheres of gold:
Yet with dearer delight, from his home in the
North,
forth;
Where crooknecks are coiling and yellow
fruit shines
And the sun of September me Its down on his
vines.
All! on Thanksgiving day, when from east
and from west,
From north and from south, come the pilgrim
and guest;
NQen lut 1>O" I-hSiehioSi SeSS
round his board
The old broken links of affection restored;
When the -wearied man seeks his mother
once more,
And the worn matron smiles where the girl
smiled before;
What moiStens the lip and what brightens the
eye,
What calls back the past like rich pumpkin
pie?
OH fruit loved Of boyhood! the old day recall
ing,
When the wood grapes were purpllHg, ana
brown nuts were falling;
When wild. ugly faces we carved IN It's SKIN,
Glaring out through the dark, with q candle
within;
When we laug hed round the corn heap, with
hearts all in tune,
Our chair a broad pumpkin, our lantern the
moon,
Telling tales OF the fairy who Travelled like
steam
In pumpkin-shell coach, with two rats for a
team
Then thanks for thy present, None sweeter
or better
Fer smoked from an oven or clrcled a platter.
Fair hands never wrought pastry more tine,
Brighter eyes never watched DER its baking
And the prayer which my mouth is TOO fup
10 express
Swells my heart that thy shadow may never
grow less;
That the days of thy lot may be heightened
below
And the fame of thy worth like the pumpkin
vine grow;
And thy life be as sweet and its last sunset
Gold-tinted and fair as thine own pumpkin
John G. Whittier.
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Why He Loved His Teacher.

A schoolboy about ten years old was
the other day halted by a benevolent
minded citizen, and asked If he liked to
go to school.
"No, sir!" the prompt reply.
"Then you don't love your teachera'
IN yes, sir. That is, I didn' until
yesterday, but now do"
"Why have you loved her since yester-
day?"
"Well, you know Jack Cain? Well,
he's the worst fighter IN our room. He
can lick me and two other boys with one
hand tied behind him. Well, he was 60
ing to lick me last night, and he was
shaking his fist at me in school, and
showing his teeth and getting ne all ex-
cited, when the teacher saw him.
''Dld, ea?"
"You bet she did; and the way she
took him out OF that and welloped him
and humbled him down, made me feel as
if she were mother to me. When school
was out. Jack dasn't touch nobody. He
was wilted down. And when hit him
with a hunk of dirt he never even looked
around. guess I'm going to try and
lick him in the morning, before he gets
over feeling humble
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A Light in the Window.

Off the coast of one Of the Orkney Is
lands, and right opposite the harbo1
stood a lone rock. against which, in
stormy nights, the boats of returning
fishermen struck and were lost.
Fifty years ago there lived on this is
land young girl IN cottage with her
father; and they loved each other very
tenderly. One stormy night, the father
was away on the sea in his fisherman s
boat. and though his daughter watched
for him in much fear and trouble he did
not come home. Sad to tell, in the morn
ing his dead body was found washed
upon the beach. His boat, as he sought
the harbor, had struck against the clone
ly Rock" and gone down.
In her deep sorrow, this isherman's
orphan did not think of herself alone.
She was scarcely more than child, hum
BILE, poor, and weak: yet she said in her
heart that while she lived, no more boats
should be lost on the "Lonely Rock" if a
light shining through the window would
guide them safely into the harbor- And
so, after watching by the body of her IA
ther. according to the custom of her peo-
pile, until 1t was buried, she lay down and
slept during the day; and when night fell
she arose, and lighting candle, placed
it in the window of her cottage, so that it
might be seen by any fisherman coming
in from the sea, and guide him safely in
harbor, she sat by the candle ali night
and trimmed it and spun; but when the
day dawned she went 70 bed early and
slept.
As many hanks as she spun before Tor
her daily bread, she spun still, and one
over, to buy her nightly candle; and from
that time to this, tor fifty years, through
youth, maturity, old age, she has turned
night into day; and in the snow storms
of Winter, through driving mists, decep-
tive moonlight, and solemn darkness,
that northern harbor has never been with
out the light OF her candle.
How many lives she has saved by the
light of her candle, and how many meals
she won for the starving families of the
boatmen, it is impossible to say. How
many dark nights the fishermen, depend
ed on it, have gone forth, can not be told.
There it stood, regular as Lighthouse,
steadily as constant care could make 1t.
Always brighter when daylight waned,
the fisherman had only to keep it con-
stantly in view, and they were safe; there
was one thing to intercept it, and that
was the rock. However far they might
have gone out to sea, they had only to
bear down for that lighted window, and
they were sure of safe entrance to the
harbor Jean Tngezoc.
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REFLECTED.

Far on the hillside some Respondent blaze
Fronts the low sun, and blinds me as gaze.
What sudden splendor all the cold air thrills?
What dazzling flames adorn these lonely hills
Slow sinks the sun; look, and look again;
Twas days last glory lit some easement pane.
A poor reflection, transient, but how bright,
Only broken ray of heavenly light.
Father eflights! 0 let thy radiance be.
So mirrored in my soul that looks to Thee!
SO let my spirit with Thy brightness shine,
That wondering man shall know the light di.
vine
Free me from stains of passion, grief and sin,
To glow without for Thee, and light my home
within.
Bosp T,o.,,, rooIe IN GOOd GOfnD11r
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Thoughts.

When you bury an old animosity,
never mind putting up tombstone.
Worrying will wear the richest life to
shreds.
A sweet temper is to the household
what sunshine is to trees and flowers.
Everything we meet with here below
is more or less infectious. If we live
habitually among good and pleasant
people, we inevitably will imbibe some
thing of their disposition.
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"MY darling" wrote husband to his
wife, Il shall not be home till very late
this evening. Do not wait for me. It's
for thy sake work by the Light of the
pale, efulgent moon, as if it were the
bright, dazzling sunshine" She didn't
wait; she went and got detective and
hunted him up.
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Her False Teeth.

Terrible vengeance of husband
whose wife has gone off with hand
somer man: Dear sir" he writes,
please hand the inclosed set of false
teeth to my late wife, and ask her to be
so good as to return my fathers, which
in the hurry of the moment she took by
rnisfake0
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THE PAST.

II fling my past behind me, like a robe
Worn threadbare in the seams and out Of date.
have outgrown it. Wherefore should
weep
And dwell upon its beauty, and its dyes
OF Oriental splendor, or complain
That must needs discard it?
can weave
Upon the shuttles of the future years
A fabric more durable.
Subdued
1t may be in the blending of its hues,
When sombre shades comingle, yet the CLEAN
OF golden warp shall shoot it through and
through,
While over all a faded lustre lies,
And starred with gems made out of crystal
tears
Ny new robe shall be richer than the old.
ELLA WHEELER
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Between my brothers bed and mine,
in exactly the same position, there stood
again that same figure had seen on a
previous night. As I gazed Paul spoke
again. 1 believe he said, what do you
want?' OR something of the kind. There
was no answer, but the phantom moved
toward the door, and great long arm
was extended under the draperY, and
seemed to beckon him to follow. Next
minute Paul was out of bed, and both he
and the figure disappeared through the
door. All this happened in second or
two. thought I was dreaming; Jump
ing out of bed to make sure of it, saw
my brothers bed empty. 1 was about
to rush after HIM, when 1 bethought me
of lighting candle. 1t took but MIN
ute to effect this, and then, candle in
hand, I entered the long passage which
led to our room. At the far end of it, in
his night shirt, CHASTITY pale, and leaning
against the wall, 1 beheld Paul. He was
alone, and staring straight before him
like man in trance. 1t was sometime
before 1 could rouse him sufficiently to
get him back into the loom again. Even
then he did not speak at first.
"'Paul, IN Heavens name, what is lt2
What have you SEEM exclaimed, for he
continued pale and trembling.
go good heavens, Ned!' was his first
exclamation, as he sank into chair; 'am
l asleep or dreaming-could I have
dreamed such a thlng9 and I vow I
wasn't frightened. You saw that-that
thing-whatever it was, Ne1?' q assur-
ed him that I had seen it, Well. fol-
lowed it to find out where i. went, and
I saw
":Saw what?' asked eagerly. He
Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-03-14
A STRANGE DREAM-STORY.

Rose Terry Cooke, in Good Company.
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| pressed DV IL as II IL naO Deen reality.
After the afterl Don service the congre-
cation separated, going to their widely
scattered homes. There were thus
many witnesses ready to certify to the
fact that the woman had told her dream
the morning after the murder was CON-
mitted at distance of forty miles, when
it was absolutely impossible that the news
should have reached her. There were
no telegraphs, we must remember, and
no railways, in those days-not even
mail. carriers in those secluded districts.
When the story of the girls disappear
ance was told over the country at the end
of the next week, the people to whom
the dream had been repeated recalled it.
Nowadays the matter would only serve
as good material for the reporters, but
the men of those days still believed that
God took an oversight even of their
dreams. Might not this be hint from
him! The Rev. Charles Wheeler, a Bap-
fist clergyman OF Washington, we'll
known in Western Pennsylvania and Vir-
ginia generation ago, and Ephraim
Blaine, Esq, a magistrate, father of the
present Senator from Maine, and as popu-
lar man in his narrower circle, drove
over to see the woman who had told the
dream. Without stating their purpose,
they took her and her husband, on pre-
tense Of business, to the Plymire farm.
1t was the first time in her life that she
had leIt her own county, and she was
greatly amused and interested. They
drove over the whole of the road down
which Rachael Plymlre had gone.
"Have you ever seen this neighbor-
heod2" one of them asked.
"Never," was the reply.
That ended the matter, and they turned
back, taking a little-used cross-road to
save time. Presently the woman started
up in great agitation, crying, "Thls is
the place dreamed OFF,
They assured her that Rachel Plymire
had not been upon that road at all.
~ know nothing about her," she said,
shut the girl saw in my dream came
along here; there is the path through
which the man came, and beyond that
turning you will find the log on which
be killed her."
They did find the log, and on the
ground the stains of blood. The woman,
Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1880-07-24

Threshing in California.

The threshing season in Califor-
MIA usually Lasts three months
July. August and September.
Most Of it is done by steam, and
the grain is gathered by "headers. :"
The heading. thu eshing and bag
ging OF grain is generally done by
men who own the machinery,
with the necessary horses and
wagons, and who make a special
business of it going from one
rancho to another, and sometimes
tiHishing their seasons work fifty
miles from where they started
The heading machine is twice the
width, or more, of the common
reaper, and Is driven in front Of
four horses. Only ths heads of
the wheat are gathered, and these
are carried up by belt elevator
and shot into great box wagon
which Is driven alongside at equal
pace. When one wagon is full the
heading machine is momentariIy
stopped until an empty wagon,
which has been following close be-
hind, takes the place of the full
one. The work is thus carried on
with great rapidity. an ordinary
steam thresher is expected to
thresh and clean over 900 bush
els, or about 100000 pounds of
wheat per day, which is bagged
as 1t Is cleaned and piled in the
field, whence the farmer haus it
to his shipping point. Much of
the California wheat is never put
under cover until it is loaded on
shipboard.