Morning journal and courier., 1881-12-12
Fattened for a Cannibal Kings
 Dinner.
Singular Experience of an UnIucKy Man

| Singular Experience of an UnIucExy Man. From the Albany Argus.l
 Last week the ATguS briefly chronicled the death of Charles H. Fairchild, who was burned to death in Auburn on Sunday morn ] ing. He had history paralleled by few, and seemed to have been haunted by misfortune l until his very death. He was born in Colum- | bia county, where he lived until seventeen years old, when he began sailors life and 1 lived on the sea for twenty years, during which time he travelled around the world three times. Once he was shipwrecked and escaped ] with fifteen others on raft. They foated for fifteen days, during which time thirteen of his companions died and he and his com papion had nearly perished from starvation and exposure when picked up. At another time when his ship was cruising on the coast of Africa, he and another sailor were washed overheard and managed to reach the shore. There being no habitation near, they started inland, and after travelling almost one hun dred miles they fell into the hands of the man eaters. The arrival of the captives in the village was hailed with demonstrations of joy and delight. They were critically exam ined by the king, who ordered them fattened and killed for his special consumption They were they removed to stockade or pen, where for several days they dieted on the choicest food the land could produce. They thrived and grew fat but were constantly watching an opportunity to escape and final ly succeeded. The natives were very super St1t1OuS ana t6rrlDly a1ralQ or thunder and lightning. night or two before they were to be killed one of these storms occurred and the guards deserted their posts and Fair child and his companion sealed the stockade which surrounded them. Near by was riv- er They found canoe and with it they escaped They made their way to the coast again, where they remained eighteen months before vessel made it's appearance. Dur ing his seafaring life Fairchild accumulated about 5000, which upon settling in Phila- delphia he deposited in bank. A number of years after he decided upon moving to New York, and had his household goods packed ready for shipment. He drew his money from the bank, intending to start for New York the next day. That night the house in which he lived burned down with his money and a ten year-old daughter was burned and the rest of hls family barely escaped with their lives Afterwards he moved to Syra- cuse, and five years ago he went to Auburn to live, and there came to his death by being burned with benzine.
 A Wicked Reporter.
 From 'Bghted Bill or the Fatal Fried oyster,nin
 Chicago Tribune.l
 'tDo you love me, Reginald ?''
 The supper in connection with the Jete c5tampetre given by Stuyvesant Mcclure in honor of the nineteenth birthday of his only child was over, and the spacious parlors were filled with the younger portion of the assem- blaze, by whom they had quickly been de- voted to the worship of Terpsichore. Regi- nald Mulcahy and Aphrodite Mcclure had been gliding through the soft, sensuous measures of 8 Strauss waltz, and as the music ceased they had strolled into the dimly lighted conservatory, where, as they sat with clasped hands, her pure sweet face looking lovingly into his, the question with which our story opens had been asked
 'Do love you, my little one?" responded Reginald, as he imprinted large Eighteenth ward kiss on the ruby-red lips that overhung the dropping, sensitive mouth ''Your heart, that unerring and ever vigilant moni- tor of the soul, must tell you in words far plainer than any utterance of mine that without the inspiration of your love my life would be as dreary and aimless as the edito- rials in a Cleveland paper, and the days drift wearily by without one gleam of light to brighten the dreary horizon of my existence. You surely cannot but know, Aphrodite, that before I knew you was wild, reckless man, and that when your love burst upon my sin-scarred soul sweet joy stole over my be- ing--a sense of calm, peaceful rest, such as the storm-tossed mariner feels when the glad sunlight comes in golden glory through rift in the leaden clouds that have so long o'erspread the horizon and looked upon the wind swept sea in sullen glee, or comes to the belated traveller when the soft, mellow light of the unexpectedly open saloon bursts upon his enraptured vision. My love for you and the knowledge that it is re- turned has given me an aim in hfe-an aim,
 
 face as beacon light, my course shall be as unswerving as that of the majestic and eter- nal sun, whose fervid rays are even now kiss ing the limpid waters of the Pacific"
 ''Say no more" interrupted Aphrodite; 'I believe you fully"
 
 An hour later Reginald has just finished a polka with Julia Mahaffy, and is standing near the conservatory discussing with her the question of whether blue dog or red tree with chrome yellow COW standing underneath 1t is the most suitable to be painted on'a teacup, when the sound of voices reaches his ear. Glancing careless ly into the conservatory he sees AdeIbert Quirk leaning over Aphrodite McGuire as she stands near the bay window carelessIy plucking to pieces a blush rose which she holds in her left hand Adelbert is speaking very earnestly, and as Reginald listens he hears him say:
 ''Your heart, that unerring and ever-vigi- lant monitor of the soul, must tell you in words far plainer than any assurance of mine that without the inspiration of your love nay life would be as dreary and aimless as the editorials in Cleveland paper, and the days drift wearily by without one gleam of light to brighten the dreary horizon of my exist ence. You surely cannot but"
 stCusses on the reporter !" said Reginald in hoarse passionate tones. 'tHe has sold us both the same speech'-and with face con- vulsed with passion he passed rapidly into the supper room and again tackled the mince