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SOLDIERS UNDER FIRE.


Few men, very few men, go into action
for the first time without thinking great
deal of the bullets and the danger, and
wishing it was all over and they were safe /;
the second time they are under fire they re.
member the last time when they came out OF
it unhurt, and they think great deal less OF
the bullets, and more of the work in hand,
than they did on the former day. Take an
instance from the late wnr against the Zulus,
where We had mostly young soldiers, with
only a sprinkling of old ones. There funk"
reigned universal with young and old. There
is no need here to tell the old tale of the
nightly scares, of the stampedes, of the ter.
ror which crept over faces when Zulu was
mentioned. A lancer rides in with de.
spatches, and the remark flies ronnd the
ranks" Look how he's riding; he's look
ing behind him. the Zulus are after him"
These and a thousand other instances were
but the natural outcome of ignorance-look.
ing forward into the unknown-with men
suddenly called upon to face something
which existed only in their imagination, and
as much was pictured in the blackest colors.
But at Ulundi, where the Zulus came round
the Little-square in thousands, with the sun
shining on them, our men saw that they
were only men like themselves after all, and
blazed away merrily into the "brown" OF
them, obeying the words of command just
as they used to do at Aldershot with the
blank cartridges blowing off in their friends
faces. Ulundi worked vast change in then
minds. Henceforth they knew that the
rifles they carried were not mere toys 10
make noise with, and they learned that il
was useful thing for themselves IL they
obeyed their officers. They had seen
group of 90 or more Zulus creep into bush
in front of them, and by well.timed volley
disappear and they remembered it was then
officer who had told them to fire that volley;
without his directing word they would have
potted away, and the Zulus would have pot
ted back for all they knew, till tomorrow
or the day after. And from that time there
were no more scares. So much for the APP.
premiership stage. Now this stage once
over, and the young soldier knows as much
about fighting as the old one, with all that
buoyancy Of youth spoken of above to back
him up; and so the value of the men is no
longer equal
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ACTORS AS AUDITORS.

Regarding a recent first night of new
play in this city correspondent of the Boston
Herald says / watched this audience of
professionals with considerable curiosity,
and found that they behaved pretty much as
other people do, The typical actress was
there with her daubed face, preposterously
big hat, self-conscious air and general often
siveness but she was outnumbered ten to
one by those who were ladyhko in dress and
department. Respectful attention was paid
to the performance and the desire to grin at
some of the comical "pathos was usually
repressed. This was at times difficult. as
when Mrs wethersby- Goodwin told the
story Of the captive lion in a net freed by
the nibbling mouse-she as the boy waif,
representing the mouse, and Ned Thorne az
the convict hero, standing for the lion. In
asmuch as she was fully as big as he IN
height and breadth, 1t was good time to
smoker when she exclaimed 20, you
great, big hon, let me be your little mousey,
won't you ?" yet everybody was too polite to
improve the opportunity. There wns o
laugh here and there, however, when she
came to die. have theory that pistols
suffer from stage fright on FIRST nights, else
why should they always refuse to go off !:
When the time came for one Of the assorted vii.
lains to shoot her, be pulled the trigger with
appropriate demonism of scrowl and gesture,
but there was no explosion. The actress
hesitated only for an instant. But it was
impossible to wait for the murderer to get
on another cap. She had already clasped
handful of red paint to her breast and the
hitherto scrupulously clean white skirt was
all gore. So, being shot right through the
heart by pistol that hadn't been fired, she
talked awhile about lights, shadows, angels
and flowers, and died to slow music. New
York Letter.
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A STAGE COACH INCIDENT.
Driver Hank IIeim's Story ofa Brush with
Road Agent.


81 was driving the horses with George
M. Racket, Wells, Fargo & Co. s messenger.
on the box beside me-" said driver Hank
Helm. "There were no passengers. We
had $4,000 in bullion aboard. The stage
was stopped about o'clock, about five miles
this side of La Porte and mile aud half
beyond Diamond Springs. The road at that
point is level and the horses were trotting
along quietly Nobody would expect to find
a robber in such place. Hackett was sit
ting sideways in the seat, talking with me,
when a man ran out from the left side of
the road and tried to catch hold of the lead
ing horse. He was small man, in size and
habit resembling Frank Manning, of Marys-
vile. He wore linen duster, and his face
was covered with big white mask. As
soon as I saw him a whooped up the horses,
with view to get past him, but the lead
horse was frightened and swung off to the
right side of the road and against the side of
the hill, stopping the team. The man car
ried double-barreled shotgun. He didn't
say word and didn't raise his gun, but car
ried it in one hand hanging by his SIDE As
soon as Hackett could get his gun ready he
fired. The gun was loaded with buckshot.
The robber then made motion as if to
shoot, but didn't seem able to get his gun to
his shoulder. He then ran around to the
other side of the leader, and yelled to
Hackett to sock it to him. Hackett then
fired the contents of his second barrel over
the heads of the horses. The rohber then
to X to his heels. He ran down the hill
straight away from the road. Hackett
jumped down and ran after him short dis.
lance. Hackett had a buttoned glove on
his left hand and had his cartridges in his
left pocket, so that he could not reload his
gun in time to get another shot at the rob-
Der. When he saw that pursuit was hope.
less he came back to the stage. We picked
up the robbers hat in the road. It was
soft hat, of black felt, very old and weather
beaten and full of ragged rents. 1t had four
fresh buckshot holes in it, with hair sticking
to some of them. The mans hair was light
in color, streaked with gray. As he ran
down the hill he tore off his mask and I no.
ticed that he had bald spot on the top of
his head. Hackett had no pistol with him.
II he had had pistol, he could have Drop
ped the robber easily. He can drop a rab-
bit at hundred yards with the big pistol he
generally carries. The robber was no doubt
green at the business. He never opened his
mouth, and instead of covering us with his
gun and singing out, Throw up your
hands, as an old hand would have done, he
Hackett nor the robber said a word. The
whole thing happened in half minute."-
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frue, there are lords of creation who
reason otherwise; but Edmund Harrington
was one of natures noblemen, and an honor
to his SEX
When Edmund had gone, Mary Atherton
went to her own room, aud sitting down by
tho open window, gazed out into the MOON
light, very thoughtful, very grave.
Dear Edmund" she exclaimed, aloud,
"how noble and good he is. God bless him
and reward him, aad indeed. | know H.
will"
The next time that Edmund called upon
his betrothed, he urged her to appoint the
wedding-day She was an orphan and alone
in the world she had no one to consult, and
SO it was all arranged.
The wedding-day dawned clear and cloud
less.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines
on" whispered Edmund, as he met Mary in
the little village church with no one present
save the Winehesters, the old gentiema
himself having requested the honor of CIV
ing away the bride,
Lawyer Dent was present also, his kind
old face shining with satisfaction
The ceremony was ended, and Edmund
Harrington and the woman of his choice
were pronounced man and wife, and accord
ing to custom the newly-wedded pair stepped
into the vestry to sign their names to the
register.
Edmund seized the pen and dashed off his
signature. Then the bride bent over the
page, and began slowly to trace the letters
Of her name, the bridegroom meanwhile
leaning over her shoulder, and watching the
pen as il wrote:
Bertha Lang"
He turned and confronted his wife, white
to the very lips.
"What does this mean ~ he gasped, "tell
me, what does it mean?n
She smiled, but the tears shone in her
eyes.
" It MEANS she said, softly, "that have
deceived you, have won your heart under
false pretences. That l am the woman
whom good, old Aunt Eleanor desired you to
marry, and have been forced to listen to
your anathemas against myself, and know
how you detestei my very name Edmund
am Mary Bertha Lang, alb, you did not OBJ
serve when the clergyman spoke my name,
during the ceremony just now, and for the
sake of proving your worth, and testing
your disinterested nature, l allowed Aunt
Eleanor to coax me into using my mothers
maiden name of Atherton. Are you very
angry, my husband? You have won the
woman you love, and Aunt Eleanor's for
tune, after ALL"
He caught her in his arms he had no
words to utter; only sincere prayer of
gratitude went up from his thankful heart
And old Lawyer Dent rubbed his fat hands
together, and chuckled to himself.
Edmund did not consider him at all un-
pleasant or ydisagreeable now, but clever
old fellow, for he had been in the secret
from the first.
And thus, in her eccentric way, Ind Aunt
Eleanor proved the ring of the true metal,
and the reality of Edmund Harrington's love
for her favorite niece II. Burke
Collins
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THE HERALD PUBLISHER.

The New York correspondent Of the Gin.
cinnati Gazette says ; Speaking of vii.
liam Henry, it may be said that his Office is
the smallest occupied by any business man
in this City. When you enter the Herald
publication office, which is invariably crowd
ed, you see nook in the corner labeled
Superintendent" Rapping at the tiny
window head soon appears, and as you get
glance Of the interior you wonder how it
got in, and are still more surprised that 1t
should be attached 10 body. There is,
however, room enough for slim man like
William Henry to turn in, but 1t will never
do for him to become stout. This, think,
was the trouble in the case of his predeccs-
sor, Tom Cash, who got too fat and had to
leave. Mofe business Is dore, however, in
world. William Henry is an extraordinary
business man, and does not need much office
room, since he carries everything in his
head. He is IA native Of Glasgow, aud has
been connected with the Herald from boy
hood. His position in the establishment
was such, indeed, that twelve years ago,
when the senior Bennett made his will, he
was one Of the witnesses. Henrys salary is
5000 per week, which he fully earns, since
he attends to the publication of that colossal
Journal. During Benefits voyage to the
Canaries heIwas utterly deprived of any ad-
vices from tho Heraid, and this continued
until he reached the French coast, whittier
files of his paper were sent Chamberlain,
his private secretary, must have had a labor
ious task to inspect forty copies Of the Her
aid in his usually careful manner. This bns
been his task ever since his appointment,
and he knows at glance what should be
submitted to his masters special notice.
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THE VIRGINIA ACCENT.

The Virginia accent is made fine sport of
by most Northern pens writing of the habits
and manners of that class which frequent
resorts like the White Sulphur and the Z" Old
Point" II does seem absurd and unmelodie
rs written. But you cannot write it phone
tically. We attempt it with "suh Tor
sir" and with an elsiou of the final letter,
as in "don y for door" They and the like
give really no idea of this Southern pro-
nounciation. | have never met a person
who, having an acquaintance With Virginia
lady or gentleman of cultivation has not
been charmed with the quaint and sweet
fashion of speech that prevails from the
James to the Shenandoah. Listen to il on
the piazzas and in the parlors of this hotel,
where are gathered representatives Of the
best people in the State. They speak slow
y, their voices are low and well attuned,
IA is always broad and the ar" follow
ing vowel, is rarely sounded. 1t is pro-
vincial but doubtless no candid observer
had not rather have even this provincialism
try his ears than the high pitched, incisive
tones that one hears ut any given resort in
the North. But it sounds qucerly enough
as it salutes you when you enter the hotel
ioors and amuses you whenever you mag
pass two or three yirginans talking togeth
CT. 1t is as II You were among another PEG
ple--rather as if You had fallen among a
company of foreigners who have learned to
speak English very perfectly, but cannot rid
themselves of a strong remembrance of the
mother tongue. Then there are the two
sbibboleths Of the Southern man or woman
=" / reckon" and the ooh" that seldom
fails to prefix an address. "Oh, John !"
calls the wife to her husband. ooh, Annie!"
calls out the young girl to her companion in
the water. Some one has said that it il as
impossible for Southerner ever to unleary
this habit, as il is for Frenchman to thor.
oughly master the English eth" lie who
is born South of Mason and Dixon's line,
though he spends his youth at Northern
schools and his mature life in Northern cities,
must betray his birth at one time or another
by this one fashion of speech. But if he of
Provence can never be thoroughly Partisan,
what matters it? Provence is a very good
country indeed and there is that in Paris.
outside Of its accent, which is neither pure
nor fit to be initiated in Provence.
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ALL FOR /.
The Manifold Free Gifts of the t;iea, aud
benevolent City of New York,

fhc MHmfoid Free Gifts of the Ga tai aud
Benevolent City of New York.
New York is city of free gifts. and it
is surprising how many things man can
get for nothing" said philosopher sitting
ON one of the Battery benches, listening to
the music, few evenings since. Even the
immense institutions controlled by the Com
missioners of Charities and Correction dis
burse but small part of what we get.
Every church has its separate charity. Ed
ucation is free, and it is no disgrace to
accept it, Ii man wants to read, there are
the Cooper Institute and the Astor and the
Lenox libraries open to him, free. If he
is sick, the finest hospitals in the world are
opened to him, free. II he wants q bath,
he has but to go to the river front, and there
are free bath houses. II he wishes to sit in
the shade and smell the sweet odor of the
flowers, the parks are open to him, finer
than any private fortune could purchase.
:" If he has taste for art or for curiosi.
ties, there is the Metropolitan Museum, the
Central Park Menagerie tho Governors
Anihnu Museuli, OF Tue 6OVenOrS' hO0m IN
the City Hall-all for nothing. If he wants
to write letter, he can get the stationery in
the hotels gratis. II he is hungry, there are
thousands of placards inviting him to free
lunch. If his children are sick, there are
plenty of free excursions up the rivers and
down the bay.
"If he wishes to fan himself, 10, 900 mer-
chants are giving out free fans. If he wants
picture, they will give him multiplicity
of chromos. Blotters and calendars are
supplied free for the asking in perennial
plenty. Nobody ever pays for calendar
A free sight of the races may be had on
Deadhead Hill at Jerome Park, and all the
news of the day may be read on the news
paper bulletins for nothing. II he is inter-
ested in meteorology he may see the daily
reports of the Weather Bureau hung up in
the Post Office yestibule. All for nothing
If he wishes to hear public speaking,
there are hundreds of well-paid clergymen
and political speakers who will make speech
es that he can hear without charge. And
greatest sight of all is the busy, busting,
ever changing, ever new panorama of the
city, that he can look at to safety without
cent to pay"--N y. Sun
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rnE CLERK oF rHE wEArnER.

Such lots OF queer stories by people are told,
Who mix history and fancles together,
That, with your permission, mean to make bold
And talk of the Clerk OF the Weather.
He's an orphan by birth; and Pm rather afraid
No schooling his childhood attended.
There's no opposition you know In his trade,
So can't see how things can be mended.)
He don't care straw how hard It may blow,
Or If ladies can't wear new bonnet.
Though the sun may be shining he gives lis some
snow,
And sometimes downfall upon II.
II you want fine day it is sure to rain hard,
Or thunder, hail, sleet, freeze, together;
How often OF pleasures we all get dlsbarrd
Through this obstinate Clerk of the Weather
The almanacs never with him do agree
He works by the rules of contrary;
I'D buy him an eyegiass II then he would see
How often these statements do vary.
| often have wondered wherever he lfvesi
And who this immortal engages
Does he eat, drink and sleeps And who Is &c
gives
Him on Saturday evenings his wagesg
I'VE asked for his photo, but had no reply
Perhaps, though, my letter mscarriedi
HIS : inlSSuS y tnoSt likely could give reason why
CHATS If the poor beggar is married)
One thing In his favor cannot let pass,
Because 1t appears very funny
Although he's rascal, it's as clear as glass
He never comes borrowing money
We may say what we Ike, but we have TO admit
When we get to the end of our tether
The elements quietly seem to submit
To the voice of the Clerk of the Weather
An evil exists; but what is the cure?
And how should the medicine be takenf
I'm quite In q fix for answers-Pm sure
He ought to be jolly well shaken.
The School Board, perhaps-But no, the idea
Is absurd and therefore It is banished
bribed q policeman TO "run him in here
But the coin and the "peeler" have vanished,
So I'm left in muddle, or rather fog,
Not knowing which way TO ba turning
I'm like a poor blind man without e'er dog
To help me thing to be earning
But perhaps after all am all In the dark,
And only shadow been chasing;
Indigestion sometimes do suirer-but mark
1t isn't brought on by tight lacng
Ihate to be beaten, and will not say die,
J'd rather get tight on stewed leather.l
III purchase postcard and write him "good.
bye,
"Iforglye you, dear Clerk of the Weather"
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MISSOURI CRACKERS.

Gathered around rusty stove choked
with soggy driftwood he drinks sod corn
from tin cup, plays old sledge upon the
head of an empty key and reels home at
nightfall, yelling through the timber, to his
squalid cabin. A score of lean, hungry ours
pour in canine cataract over the worm
fence by the horseback as their master ap-
proaches, baying deep-mouthed welcome
filing the chambers of the forest with
hoarse reverberations, mingled with an ex-
plosion of oaths and frantic imprecations.
Snoring the night away in drunken slum-
Der under a heap of gray blankets, he crawls
into his muddy jeans ut snn-up, takes CUR
Cling drink from black bottle, stoppered
with cob, goes to the log pile by the front
door, and with dull axe slabs of an armful
breakfast, which consists of the inevitable
"meat and Bread and detection of coffee
burned to a charcoal and drank without
milk and sugar. Another pull at the bottle,
few grains of quinine if it is "agor day"
a chaw of navy, and tho repast Is finished.
Tho sweet delights of home hnyo been en-
joyed, and the spiritual creature goes forth
invigorated for the struggle of life to repeat
the exploits of every yesterday of his exis-
tence, *st An animal, bird, long-haired
unaccustomed TO the uses of soap. without
conscience or right reason, gregarious upon
the bottom lands, where they swarm with
unimaginable fecundity. During the war
they became guerillas and bushwhackers un-
der Price, Anderson, and Quantrell; assas-
sins, thugs, prisoners of wells, murderers of
captive women and children, saclers of de-
fenceless towns, house burners, horse
thieves, aud perpetrators OF atrocities that
would mako the blood of Sepoys run cold
Kansas Magazine.
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MISCELLANY.
HOW TO WRITE FOR NEWSPAPERS.
Instructions as 10 Preparing Copy Tor the
Printer.


Tneae are several reasons why manuscript
for the printer should not be written on both
sides of the paper. The chief one, and a
sufficient one if there were no other, is that
1t is often necessary, or at least best, partic-
ularly in newspaper composing or type
setting room, for the foreman to divide the
"copy or manuscript into small portions
called takes " each including not more
than printers stickful of matter, and "pay
it out" that is, deliver to number of COM
positors, or typesetters, in different parts of
the room. A g stick is an iron gauge set to
the width measure of the column to be filled,
in which compositors set their type A
in the column. A closely written page of
letter paper will make from one and o half
to three stickfuls, or takes, of such type as
this article is set in. If the page is written
on one side only, the foreman can cut the
page into the proper number Of takes, num-
boring them as he pays them out to compos-
itors, SO as to insure the proper arrangement
Of the matter when it is brought together
again after these different persons have set
it in type. But, if the manuscript is written
on both sides, such division of it into takes.
if not impossible, is at least much more diff
fcult, and apt TO lead to confusion and de-
lays, or to blunders Notifying to writer,
editor and printers But it is not only the
printer who is embarrassed; the proof read
err, who has to read the proofs by copy, is
put to extra trouble. If printers are every
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FALL OF NEVADA PEAK. About II
o'clock Thursday morning the whole town
was startled by a terrific roar and q jar like
an earthquake, which sent people flying out
of their houses in all directions. A glance
mp the side of Mount Olsen revealed the
cause of the phenomenon. One of the sharp
peaks of folinted granite near the summit,
oosened by the late rains, had toppled over
nnd was rushing down q steep ravine direct
ly toward the centre of the town with terrific
force, crushing and grinding everything in
its pathway. For few moments it looked
as though several houses were doomed 70
inevitable destruction, but fortunately the
slide scattered and was checked in the talus
at the foot of the cliffs, causing 1t to stop
short of any of the buildings. oneimmense
boulder weighing not less than fifty tons
,ame down with fearful velocity. striking
the rock bench above the town and break
ing it into thousand fragments, which
stopped on the fiat . few rods from the
China houses on Clark street. During the
progress Of the slide every body was stricken
with Consideration and many people sought
safety in wild flight. It's estimated that at
least 1900 to $500 tons of rock came down
IN the slide Homer iRdsr