Year: 1876

Anything that tends towsrds civilization 80


much as a movement of this kind will meet


with the hearty approval of all.


Sitting Bull has arisen, unearthed the toma-
hawk, strung on his medicine charm and
struck out on the war-path at double-quick
pace. A fresh scalp is already dangling from
his belt, and the Black Hill miners are SUP
posed to be in jeopardy. All he had to do TO
inflame his warriors with the wrath of war
was to say: "Brayes, the pale faces pick-axe
is being stuck in the sleeping places Of our
fathers. Arise with Sitting Bull, and we will
go hence and sit in judgment on their avari-
cious enterprise" and with one accord they


arose and went.


He had partaken heartily of breakfast, and
an overloaded stomach produces sleep, and he
slept. 1t was in church, and as the sweet
anthem died away in the yelling tones Of the
great organ, two deacont took their plates and
passed them around. He was yet in deep sleep
when the plate was thoughtlessly pushed
against his hand, and, starting from dream
land, dashed his hand into his overcoat
pocket and brought forth a euchre deck and q
scream from his wife that filled the house
with the volume of its sound. The world will
never know what a mill that man passed
through when he closed the door in the face
of the world and sat down by his own hearth
on that beautiful midday.


We received by mail last evening the follow
ing "Editor ofthe Washington REPUBLICAN,
Sir want place on your paper. can lie
I,
standing the well-known fact that when this
young man reached his home the first thing his
mother did was to spread him with neatness
and dispatch before her, for the purpose of re-
moving the false impression he had received
by coming in contact with the rough and
wicked world and place blister there, he still
continues his inordinate yearnings to be liar.
This is bad enough, but when he adds to that
the quality of profanity quality which has,
SO far as the world knows, been created since
the blister was raised-it is really sad to con-
template. There is something about this case
that pleads directly to the sentimental and finer
feelings of Misunderstanding that tells of
energy,a a desire to toll, a yearning to be ac-
lively engaged in business. AS long as he
can't be Charlie Ross, he wants to be news
paper man. He sees in journalism q broad
and limitless field for the range of his marvel
GUS talents-a sphere from whence he can soar
out of the realms of truth into the atmosphere
of fiction. There his vivid Imagination can
sweep the horizon and measure.the Vastly deep
of falsehood and of fancy. There he can real
ize the fond hope of his life, to become the
champion falsifer of the age-the one thing
altogether false-the handspring of prevarica-
ton. But as we do not care to rival the great
dailies of New York in this particular feature
of our modern civilization, we hand the young
man over to the tender mercies of the piratical
crew of the metropolis, and may Heaven have
mercy on his soul.


One of the most remarkable and tragic burg
laries that ever occurred in this or any other
country happened in Binghamton, N Y, on
Sunday last. A wealthy merchant of the city
by the name of Kent was aroused from his
slumbers by creaking door, and, rising, COM
menced to search the house, during which
he was confronted by masked burglar, who,
with what was at the time supposed to be a
pistol, commanded him to go back to bed and
remain quiet or violence would ensue. Back
to bed went Mr.. Kent, and the burglar, bring
ing up the rear, went through the wealthy
pockets and left the room, closing
the door behind him. Kent Immediately
sprang from his bed, but the door suddenly
opened and Mr.. Burglar, for the second time,
him to seek his couch and be calm,
which he did, and the door closed again. Mr.
Kent then hit upon the happy thought of
pinching the baby, whose cries wouli drown
what little noise he might make in getting
up, and he did so with the desired effect.
Arising again, he stepped to the closet, Sc
cured his revolver, turned up the gas and,
quickly opening the door, saw the masked
burglar 10 an adjoining room. The pistolading
then commenced, and at the sixth shot he hit
the burglar in the right arm, who upon finding
himself cornered sprang upon Mr.. Kent, and
a terrific struggle ersused for the possession of
the pistol, which still contained one load.
The desperate men fought about the room,
then across the hall into the bedroom where
Mrs. Kent and her babe were, then back into
The room where the struggle commenced, one
having the advantage now and then the other,
each knowing that their lives were at stake
and each fighting like demons for the su-
premacy. After ten minutes OF terrible COM
bat the wife, with undaun;cd heroism, comes
to the rescue, seizes the burglar by the hair
and mngles in the fight. After a moment
more of desperation the burglar was tripped,
and, in order TO save himself, loossned his
grasp On the weapon; whereupon Kent, taking
advantage of the opportunity, fired the last
ball, which pierced the mans breast near the
right nipple. But he did not yield. He re-
the contest with redeubled fury,
seized Mr.. Kent hurled him to the floor and,
breaking away from the woman, disappeared
IN the gloom. In ten minutes after he left the
house he appeared at the door of dwelling
three squares away and asked for admittance,
stating that he had just been stabbed BY a
iesperado on the street. He was admitted,
and, placing the stolen property-consisting of
a gold watch and purse-on the table, sank
into a chair and gasped, in tones that were
Just audible, for ga doctor; that be was
lying" In half an hour more the true state
Of affairs were known, and the masked man
was placed in charge of officers, who, under
The direction of the physician, removed him to
quarters in the jail, where it is expected he
will die from the effects of the wound.


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