Year: 1878

sweat, came into camp just as the mel
were getting up. The poor beast wa
greatly disturbed, as though just il
from a cruel journey. To the bride
was tied buckskin purse, which Po
sey took off and opened, when ht
found slip of paper, on which was
written the following:


'ON THE Honour, 9 30 A. NJ.
tDEAR PosEY 81 could not ex
change your mule for another until
reached this point. 1t is only eight.
cen miles. Your mule is not first.
class saddle animal, but will do in an
emergency. Truly yours,


'THE Son OF A CLERGYMAN.


p. ST. thank YOU for holding the
candle, and the double eagle


Posey read the note aloud, looked
again at his wearied mule, and then
said:


Boys, look at old Buck, and neve,
again trust a man who can not sing
can not tell story, and don't drink !!





RED HAIR.


The name of the lady who a few
weeks since dropped her back hair on
the sidewalk of street in Clinton,
Illinois, has not yet been ascertained.
The hair in question, was of a bright
red color, and few persons would have
imagined that it was dangerous when
unconnected with its owner. Never
theless that seemingly innocent back
hair led TO tragedy that nearly ruined
the peace of two happy and respecta-
BILE families.


Messrs. Smith and Brown are the
leading citizens engaged in the grocery
business in Clinton. They are men Of
great worth of character, and have
reached middle age without incurring
the breath OF slander. One evening
Mr.. Smith returned from the store and
sitting down at the tea table, produced
Chicago paper from his pocket, and
remarked with much indignation,
THAT revolving Beecher scandal has
been revived, and its loathsome de-
tails are again polluting the public


Mrs. Smith replied that it was "a
shameful outrage that the papers were
allowed TO publish such disgusting
thingse and asked her husband which
paper had the fullest account of the
matter. That excellent man said he
believed the Gazette contained more
about it than any other paper, aud
that after tea he would send one of the
boys to get copy of it.


His wife thanked him and was in
the act of remarking that he was al
ways thoughtful and considerate, when
the oldest boy exclaimed:


Pa, you have got long red hair on
your coat collar!'


A prompt investigation made by
Mrs. Smith confirmed the boys accu-
sation. There was an unmistakable
female hair on the collar of Mr.. Smiths
coat, and it was obtrusively bright red
Mr.. Smith also remarking, very ex-
traordinary indeed in dry, sarcastic
voice. expressing deep disgust at red
hair, and a profound contempt for the
nasty creature who wore it.


At about the same hour Mr.. Brown
was also seated at the tea table, and
was endeavoring to excuse himself 10
Mrs. Brown for having forgotten to
bring home paper. The lady after
having expressed the utmost indigna-
ton at the revival of the Beecher scan
dal, had asked for the piper to see
who was dead and married, and was
of course indignant because her hus-
not brought it In the heat
of the discussion she noticed long
red hair on Mr.. Browns coat collar,
and holding it up before him demand
ed an explanation. In vain did Mr..
Brown allege that he did not know
how the hair became attached to his
coat collar. His wife replied that
what he said was simply ridiculous.
Red hair don't blow around like this
tledown. and at your time of life you
ought to be ashamed of yourself. The
less you say the better; but I can tell
you that you can't deceive me. I'm
not q member of Plymouth church,
and you can't make me believe that
black is white


Now, both Mr.. Brown and Mr..
Smith were perfectly innocent. or
course. they were annoyed by the
of their respective wives, but
like sensible men, they avoided any
discussion of the painful
topic. The next day they each brought
home all the Chicago papers that con-
tanned any reference to the Beecher
and as the papers were receiv-
ed by Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Smith
with many protestations of disgust
which they felt at hearing even the
name of Beecher mentioned, they
nat urally supposed that they had made
their peace. But marital suspicion
once awakened is not SO easily put to
sleep. While Mr.. Brown was handing
the bundle of newspapers, she was
closely scrutinizing his coat collar, and
alter she had laid the papers on her
plate and told the children not to touch
them. she quietly took two long red
hairs frcm her unfortunate husbands
coat, and held them solemnly before
his face.


MARY, 1 give you my solemn



He was not permitted to finish the
sentence.


Don't say one word,' exclaimed
Mrs. Brown. Falsehoods will not