“er nnulu H! In lmll v uptin that secret passage. They must be there ye . , “ Not much.” answered Joe. “ \Ve ri iped up the boards and took a squint inside. found a round room in the center. with an open door, and a passage runnin down to the river. That’s the way they slid. .- nd they yanked the boys off, too, for we found where they had tumbled. There was marks of blood on the bushes. I tell you we were sold, the Worst way.” ‘f You can bet high on that,“ chimed in Jack. " And a pair of precious hands you are to do a job of work," sneered Allen. " S‘pose so," replied Joe, shrugging his shoul- ders. " But what‘s done is done.” " And hard words “out butter parsnips,” re— peated Jack. That was plain enough. The job was done, and its consequences had to be met. A long consultation ensued. It ended in the two minor villains being paid the price of their crime, and their promise to take flight immediately for the far I\ est, until this affair should blow over. Allen and Slowby, on their side, concluded to change their quarters. It was best to go into hiding mitil the ‘ saw what action their escaped victims design to take. A week passed, as we have said, during which they continued in concealment. They were not idle. however, since they soon discovered that no active measures were being taken against them. Encouraged by this, Allen ventured out of his hiding-place, and placed the pa rs signed by Clara and Somcrs in the hands 0 a lawyer. The latter read them carefully. “ I see,“ he said. “ These documents sign away all claim to inheritance in the estate of John Amos, in favor of the heirs of the other branch. inheriting under the will of Richard AmOS, father of John. “'ho is John Amos? W'ho are the signers of these papers? What is the case i” “ I will tell you." Allen seated himself, and rehearsed the his- tory of the case, from the times of the Revolu- tion downward. The lawyer listened with deep interest. He saw his way to a big fee. And John Amos left no will?” “ He was killed and his house plundered, as I have told you. After the war no trace of the )apers relating- to his property could be found. hev have never been found to this day.” “Then you have a sure thing," said the law— yer, confident] . “ John Amos leaving no will. the will of Ric ard Amos becomes ef’fective,and these renunciations of the other heirs make you sole heir. I presume you can prove your state- ments?” “ Every word of them.” “ Then I will take the case. Let me con- gramlate you, Mr. Allen. You have a sure thing of it.” “ know that,” ans of triumph. The lawyer let no grass grow under his feet. The case was placed on record the very next dav, and the preliminary steps taken. Meanwhile the two rescued lovers remained quiet, under the advice of their attorney. They were waiting for the enemy to show his hand. In the village on the Schuylkill remained the two boys, Bob continuing to faithfully nurse his blackl—complcxioned friend, who was a very sick out . y The broken bones had been set, but the delay and excitement had caused much inflammation. and Coal was now in a high fever, and raving with delirium. He had not been neglected by Miss Eldon and Mr. Somers, who visited him every second dav. and ordered that everything possible should be done for his comfort and recovery. “ That‘s jist my notion, Miss Clara,” declared Bob, “ fur Coal ain't- no common darky. He’s a rec‘lar black di’mond. Some 0’ the boys is been 0 'in’ fun at me fur ’sociating with him, but tain‘t much I keer fur them chaps.” “Don’t mind their gibes.” answered Clara, with a smile of encouragement. “ You are act- ing nobly, my boy, and you can afford to dis- dain them." “ That’s just what I did. Miss Clara,” said Bob earnestly. “ I guv one fellar a swipe ’cross the jaws as landed him in the gutter. and I dropped another in a pig—pen. "I‘ain‘t much I keer fur them." “ Oh! but. Bob, I don't mean that,” cried Clara, with an involuntary laugh. “ That is all wron . You must not fight. ” “T I" weren't no fight about it. both licked 'forc the lith begun.” “But that‘s not noble, my lad. returngood for evil." “ Reckon I gnv ‘em a good settlin‘." answered Bob sturdiljvf “ Guch they’ll keep clear o‘ this chicken next time they’ve got eggs to sell.” Clara turned away with a concealed smile. Bob was not up to her idca of morals. He Would need to be put through a new course of training; “Tlier‘s one thing I wanted to ax you about. Miss Clara." he continued. “ It‘s that box o‘ g‘pld and di‘nionds. \Vhiit‘s goin’ to be done ’ out them?" “ You and Coal were the first discoverers. They ought. to belong to you." she answered. “ But we must wait awhile. The law will have to settle all these matters.” " Dunno What the law’s got to do with it,” growled Bob. “First come, first find; that‘s my law. If you want ‘em you kin have ’em. But if you don‘t want ’em I’m goin’ to hang on like grim death. Ain’t goin’ to guv ’em to no lawyers." “ I think you have fairly earned them,” she replied. “ If I have any say in the matter they are yours.“ The days passed on. bringing matters step by step forward. Allen‘s suit at law, against the estate held by Clara Eldon, was progressing, yet the opposite side had put in no plea in re- buttal. The confidence of the villains grew as the weeks passed by, and their adversaries failed to show their hand. They were puzzled, however, and not quite at their case. It seemed unnatural that no proceedings should have been taken against them for false imprisonment, and that the two lovers should seem to be taking life so quietly while their affairs were in such a dan- gerous condition. _ " I fear there is some thunderbolt hanging over our heads," said Slowbv, uneasily. " Such behavior is not natural. hey’re working up some "‘amc against us.” “ I'd like to know what.” answered Allen. “ “'c‘vc got the whole game in our hands. T hcy‘vc let their chance go by to try an arrest on us. If they try it on now we can swear it is only revenge." “ But it isn‘t natural to let such a property go without a fight.” “ Don‘t you see the confounded idiots are over head and cars in love? That's what ails them, Ilarrv. The world‘s all rose-colored to them now.” They haven‘t time to think about such trifleg a: bread and butter. They’ll waken up one of these days, all of a sudden to find them- selves minus love and money both.” “ By Jove. I shouldn’t wonder if you were right, Toni. Love-sick fools take leave of their brains, I know that. They say she’s perfectly daft about him. " “ And be about her.” . “And you were green enough to think she would cotton to you." “ She didn‘t know her own mind then. She‘s found it out since. " _ During these weeks the sick boy was rapidly mendin . His fever had paSsed away, the inflam— mation ad subsided. and the broken bones were ra iidly knitting. His healthy young blood was tollling in the race. In a month’s time Bob had him on the street, guiding his feeble steps in a search for fresh :1 wered Allen, with a smile I had ’eni You should Ir. The street boys of the village looked on at a distance. Thev had had a taste of 30b,S “my 0f returning gmid for evil, and concluded not to interfere. In a week or two more Coal was brou ht 0,0 the city. Here he was taken to Miss ldons house. ob continuing to take care of him. the case.” Sam Charcoal,” remarked the rough nurse. “ You can’t play sick no longer with this coon. I ll rattle you down if you try on any capers.” “ Want ter take ’vantage of a little sick nig- gei‘. I speck,” said Coal, showing his teeth. " Jess guv me a week or two more, an" we‘ll see who‘s boss 0’ dis shanty.” Meanwhile the proceedings in court were pro- gressing. The claim of Thomas Allen, under the will of Richard Amos,to the estate now held by Clara Eldon, seemed incontrovertable. The signed and witnessed renunciation of all claim by the only other heirs, and the lack of any counter-suit, rendered the affair an easy one. and the case was called up in the September term of the court for final judgment. The claimant sat beside his lawyer, with a smile of triumph on his face. He felt sure of the success of his base scheme, and turned with a look of assurance on his face to his confeder- ate, as the judge took up the papers and prepar- ed to speak. “One moment, your Honor,” said a noted lawyer, who till now had sat quiet. “Before this claim is decided I have some papers to put in evidence which have an important bearing on He rose and handed a bundle of pers to the judge. The latter opened and 100 'ed at them, surprise. marking his face. “ \Vhat have we here .4” he demanded, excited— ly. " The deeds relating to the estate of John Amos! The will which It was declared was lost in the Revolution!” “ But which has happily been recovered, your honor.” “ “:ell, this decidedly alters the aspect of the ase ' “ It is false! Those papers are forgeries! It is a base scheme to defraud me of my right!” screamed Allen, rismg to his feet in high excite- merit. “ I fancy not,” replied the lawyer, coolly. “ And that reminds me. I have got a warrant of arrest against you and Harrv Slowby, for ab- duction and imprisonment of Miss Clara Eldon and Mr. Milton Somers. Officer, do your duty.” It was a sudden and utter annihilation of the expected success of the villains At the very moment when they expected to snatch the wealth of her ancestors from their um‘esisting victim, they found themselves utterly defeated, j and dragged away to prison on a criminal charge. i The papers found in the box in the secret chamber had done their work. The villains were taken from the court to the prison-van, and the judge, after examining the papers and hearing the plea of the counsel ‘of the defendant, reversed his intended decision on ownership of the debated property. And here we might end, as ere ends the series of events with which we have. so far been con- cerned. But a glance forward must/be taken at the future life of our characters. Villainy and honesty both got their reward. The conspirators were putvon trial and convict- ed, receiving a sentence each -of five years’ im- prisonment in the State penitentia As for their tools they had disappeared. an ventured not to show their villainous faces again in Phila— dolphin. About the same time a marriage in h' life took place, Milton Somers leading Clam. ldon to the altar. Among the guests at this wedding were two of our special friends. Bob Buttermilk and Sam Charcoal, but both dressed so itastily and looking so fresh and well that their best friends would hardly have recognized them. Since then they have become the special '0‘ tegés of Mr. and Mrs. Someis. They have oth been sent away to school, and are getting pol- ished into more gentlemanly and educated ways. But, however many hi h-toned friends he. may make, Bob will never orget nor disdain his ebony colored pard, and vows that if he lives to a thousand years old he will never turn his back on his old crony, Sam Charcoal. THE END. The Bad lands of Wyoming. A ReinaIr-knble Regi an. BY A GREELEY COLONIST. THERE is little doubt but that the Bad Lands were. in remote ages. the bed of some great lake or pond that covered the country for miles about. for among the fossil remains are oysters, clams and crustaceans. Before or afterward a stately forest grew in the bed of this lake. Mammoth tree-trunks turned to stone crop out from the sides of the conglomerate mounds and appear all through the valleys. Petrifications are to be found on all sides that are susceptible of a finer polish than marble, while others havethe ap- pearance of being made of heavy yellowish clay. Some hunters tell a story of finding in the depths of the Bad Lands an unexplored can- yon, upon riding into which they saw a prairie— dog village, and at the mouth of each mound one of the little animals sitting on its haunches with paws folded across the breast in a perfectly natural manner. Contrary to their usual cus- tom, the dogs did not dive into their houses at the approach of the strange visitors. To the great surprise of the latter they remainedvmotion— less. Investigation showed that everyone of them was stone dead. The whole village-of dogs had evidently been killed at the same moment by some unknown power ages ago and then petrified. Stranger still, the hunters found scattered among the d , and in the same con- dition, the owls and sun es which are known to share their homes. The trifications found in the Bad Lands are marve ous. Signs of petrificati-ons can beseen hours before reaching the wonderful place. \Vhen the rough lands begin to break away from the prairie in small buttes and hillocks, almost at every step small pieces Of detached limbs and larger stumps of trees maybe non, and in fact whole trees, some of them four, five and even six feet in diameter, lying on their sides turned into solid, heavy stone- These trees are partly as opaque as obsidian and partlyas translucent as rock crystal. The buttes themselves, varying in hight from objects to contemp a short range. Vi hen viewed. from afar off they a pear to be crowded closely together, and as r. VVinser in his book on the “ Great North- west ” so happily remarks. “ in the hazy distance seem like ocean billows stiffened and at rest." Their tops are of variegated colors and their sides are striped with broad bands of different shapes, the coloring of which is very rich. The summits of the buttes are on a level with the general prairie, while the whole valley of the Bad Lands is some hundreds of feet below. This fact corroborates to some extent the geological idea that the Bad Lands‘ bottoms were at some remote period the bed of a great lake. I‘Vhen ex- amined closely, the buttes present a most fantas— tic and gorgeous arm of color that is positively dazzling to look at. he spectator viewing these strange freaks of nature for the first time is al— most struck dumb with awe and astonishment at the utter lavishness and waste of delicate shades and tints of all colors that are here so profusely distributed over miles and miles of nature’s canvas. ‘ In some cases the whole side of a butte Is luster-ed thick with a rich crimson that would Be the delight of a painter’s heart could be but behold it. Others are striped with alternate black and brown, while again others are of blue or brown or gray or else vary from a dazzling white at their summit to a sober dark gray at their base. The writer observed a number of buttes, the tops of which were a fiery red. the intermediate being girdles of pure white and the bases 9. distinct and positive yellow._ Some again were completely red, but of different shades from top to bottom. There are a great many bare clay and sand buttes, and also a number that are composed of very hard vitreous or pottery-like slag either a green or brown or else dark reddish color like iron stains. While the actual composition of the buttes ap- is little doubt that their present condition was brought about by tires which raged through the country in days gone by. In fact, some fires are still burning in the Bad Lands, one of which, when seen at night from the Northern Pacific train which passes near, has the appearance of a volcano in active eruption. There is another fire further back in the Bad Lands which has been sniolderinr ever since the country was known to the w Iites, and according to Indian tradition from the time when the Great Spirit upheaved the land with an earthquake. The truth of the matter is, the Bad Lands are one vast bed of lignite coal which runs through the buttes and hills in solid veins from four to ten feet thick. This lignite was probably ignited by fires that sometimes prevailed over the plains, set by Indians, and the coal being in continuous veins, has been burning, no doubt, uninterrupt- edly beneath the surface for years. Perhaps long ago dense forests existed in these Bad the spot, and fully confirmed Clara Eldon in her fifty to two hundred and fifty feet, are beautiful? late either at a distance or at ' lignite found here. ulations perfect. which has fused and mixed theirm are ravmes, gulches and meadows, m valleys. fertilizing properties in excess. As the country is well watered by with alkali—gmws numerous and grasses (some thirty-three varieties Lands as a grazing region. by the buffalo as a favorite stain and sheep. BY JACK CLERMONT. children.” a small—I hardly know what to call 1y not a house, but it was a queer 1 his home. Drunken, la living no one knew just ten children. was no other Income. ily. He had arrived at his own Black Bess, he crept u i to the door moving corn and low whispers. crib Where the thieves Were. see who you are.” door and peered in. “ Oh! so it’s you, is it?” he said u to the trembling boys, who began “ Boys, do you hm'c to do this?” see mother or the babies suffer.” them: fill them up! said. huskily: “ “'e’ll come, sir.” day Of other neighbors until several and little house had disappeared wonted place. quired for a night’s lodging. “ Certainly,” said the burly landlo of room. Here, J akey, take the stran bar-room he found a dozen or more rather a suspicious interest. He be ‘low whisper: "‘ A land speculator. Creek: plenty of tin too, they say.” stove and then went out to supper. a plan maturin to rob him that ver than one. life dearly. “ No you don’t,” said a voice at th bed, “ not much, Tom Long! There you villain.” expected allies, did no small share to to flight. burly forms la. stretched out on 1; all their plans. so we just took a li them, that’s all. My “But who, how—~" “ Wait, sq place, then I ll explain.” Creek the m stery was made plain. “ Hain't caught in your corncfib, hey?" “ sit possible!” ’11 kind 0’ make us square. But, think we belon to that pesky rin not bva long-s otl Me and Ned “ Mind you, you've got to carry yerself level. pears to be a crumbling, volcanic scoria, yet there onrse ves in simply to save you. Lands, which accounts for the extensive beds of There are certainly evi— dences of a primeval growth in the endless pet- rifications of tree—stumps, and Mr. VVisner speaks of fine specimens of fosSIl leaves of the Pilocene age, changed by the heat of the burning lignite into a brilliant scarlet, but retaining their retic- The various round—top mounds made up of ink-black clay, argillaceous, limestone, friable or pulverized sandstones, raw and pottery clay and veins of impure lignites, the burning of one confused slag, are to be seen on every hand in every conceivable form. Between the mounds latter carpeted with the rich nutritious bunch ass so much sought outby the bison when they welt among the buttes and roamed over the The soil of the Bad Lands possesses marked, the name Bad Lands is a misnomer, for streams—although barren of trout and tainted classified), and is a veritable paradise for stock- ; raising and sheep-growing. Cattlemen were not long In finding out the true worth of the Bad Soon after the con- quest of Sitting Bull and the opening up of the gcountry to the whites. it began to dawn on the Iminds of stock-men that a section once sought ping-ground must be good pasture fields for herds of cattle “Bread Upon the Waters.” “IT does seem as if the poorer and more trifling a man is, the more he is blessed with Thus mused young John Fagin as he rode past structure perched upon a long, heavy wagon, that old Neal Sweny, who would n’f work, called old Neal, who got his ow, and kept his tiny Some along the roadside ready for a move any a . I’D this dot of a house lived a poor mother and The wan-looking mother went out washing when she was able and could get the work to do, and the two elder boys, aged re— spectively fifteen and sixteen, did an occasional day’s work for the farmers; but, otherwise, there As John Fagin rode home he mused upon the povertv and wretchedness of this miserable fam- barn when he fancied he heard low voices in his corn-crib. Slipping quietly from the back of and there, sure enoug . he heard the sound of The persons in the crib had not the remotest idea of his presence, so he slyly closed the door. then pushed in the large wooden peg that held it fast. Some little sound betrayed him, for a sudden, horrified, imploring cry arose from the corn- “lVaif a bit," said the young squire. lightly. “until I attend to Black Bess, then I want to Leading his horse into her own stall. he re- turned to the crib, struck a match. empty their sacks of corn and beg piteously. Ten vears later on a night, tempestuous and dark, John Fagin drew rein at the wretched-looking tavern in the Far W'est, and in- W'hen John Fagin walked in that low, dark ugliest and roughest Western element, and soon became aware that he was eyed keenly, and with Saw him back at Deer A little uneasy, he warmed .himself by the In the brain of more than one rough there was As John Fagin was dropping Off into dream- land in the room assigned him, about midnight, he heard a stealthy step up the stair—yes, nibre Quickly rousing himself and grasping his pis— tols, he awaited their coming, resolvmg to sell his in the dim light of a dirty lantern John saw two forms rise from the floor and confront the robbers, knocking one down with a heavy whip. Then followed the quick discharge of firearms, and J ohn. ranging himself on the side of his un- low two of the scoundrels and putting the others In a few minutes the game was 11 arm has got a rett flesh-Wound, so let’s be gittin’ out of th 5 old ole.” uire, until we are clear of this When on the road and riding toward Deer orgot the bum Sweny boys you “ Just so, squire—the very two, and this night aterials in any of the before re- numerous luxuriant have been it, certain— ittle frame . . . l hints, and grew suspICIous. No, we are honest «; you‘d sent us to prison. as most folks would, and disgraced us ’fore the wérld, we’d been thieves like‘s not to the end 0’ the chapter. But you jist shamed it all out of us, Lord bless your kind heart! But. here we are, at the doctor’s. and my arm hurts powerful bad. You and Ned had better link up the officers and send out to that Old hole, but I fancy it’ll be empty. “'e’ll keep an” eye on you, squire. and the next time you travel out that way go a lectle further, and vou- ’ll come to a big ranch where Ned and me lives. I‘ll show you the prettiest little wife and sweet- est baby you ever sot eyes on. and they‘ll make you welcome, for the little wife knows all you did for us.” The officers did find the old tavern empty, but John Fagin wrote in his note-book that day— “ Bread upon the waters.” laiiite and His Buccaneers. THEY were sad dare—devils, those old bucca- neers who sailed about among the “’est India Islands, through the bright waters of the Gulf of Mexico and along the South Atlantic sea- coast. They thought nothing of going up the deeper rivers to the plantations of rice and in~ digo, and after loading their vessels would pil- lage and burn the residences, then depart, leav- ing the poor planters to deplore the ruin Of their homesteads and the loss of their crops. It was also very dan erous to go by sea- from Southern rts to New 'ork, as was shown in the case of rs. Alston. She was “ Theodora,” the only daughter of the distinguished Aaron Burr, a lovely and accomplished woman, who married Governor Alston, of South Carolina. When her father was to be tried for high treason Mrs. Alston gathered up all the handsome family sil- ver plate, and, with her husband’s consent, set off ina ship for New York, where it was to be sold for her father’s benefit. But, alas! neither vessel nor lady were ever heard of again, and as there was no storm to have occasioned disaster, the pirates were always supposed to have captur- edand destroyed them. Governor Alston offered large rewards for information, but no tidings of Mrs. Alston‘s fate ever reached him, and it was only many years after that one of the miscreants :made a dying confession and admitted the facts, stating that he had ever been haunted by the : remembrance of the crime. The irates had had spies in Charleston who had noti ed them of the sailing of the ship with the valuable silverware aboard; they had lain in wait for her, taken possession of her on the high seas and made the . unfortunate passengers and the crew “walk the ' lank.” Mrs. Alston had refused to have her eyes blindfolded with the most heroic composure; all dressed in white, her beautiful face raised to heaven, and the Bible clasped to her heart, she r bravely stepped forward Into eternity. Another story which dates still further back into the past is the fate of Steed Bonnet, a des- perate sea: robber. His depredations and inter— ruptions to commerce made him a terror to the coast of Carolina, until at length Governor Sir Nathaniel Johnson fitted out a sloopof—war and sent Colonel “’illimn Rhett in pursuit Of him. They met at the mouth of Cape Fear river, where an engagement took place. The iirate’s ship was boarded and captured, and e and those of his crew who remained alive were taken to Charleston, where they were tried and con- demned. So one leasant, sunshiny morning in November, 1817, teed Bonnet and thirty—two of his men were hanged at I‘Vhite Point Garden. well-stored of the crib. opened the ot unkindly at once to “ Yes, sir, we are all starvmg. and we couldn’t " There! don’t untie those sacks or empty You are to take them home.” “ Oh. but. sir. Ive—will you send us to prison?” “No: but I’ll tell you what I will do. can take that corn home. but come to me to- morrow morning early, and I’ll show you some wood you can chop for me in payment.” The eldest boy looked up in the dim light, and And they did. They chopped wood for over a month for the young squire, and through his recommendations obtained work from day to months had slipped by, when, one morning. the big wagon from their door of a rd; “plenty ger’s horse.” men of the ard one fel- V night. e foot of the ! take that, ward laying E. and three e floor, one meant to ttle drop on bad you mustn’t back ther ‘ ave worme You quite dead and be other two seriously wounded. ' “ Sarved ’em right, squire, for the murder you in your sleep. 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By Major H. B. Stoddard, Pix-Scout. 5 BRUIN ADAMS, OLD GRIZZLY’s BOY PARK). By Col. Prentiss In graham. by E. L. “’heeler. GREAT ever since the Revolutionary “’ar, when an earthwork was erected and cannon mounted which were expected to drive back the British if they succeeded in passing Fort Moultrie. Most happily, however, they were never called into action, as the English were defeated. “'hen the summer months come this cool, pleasant prome- nade is the resort of fashion, and I have often thought of those wretched pirates who expiated their crimes u n the spot where new young girls laugh ant children play. How near each other are pain and leasure! Thus the place which is haunted by t 6 memory Of death is also dedicated to pleasure. for the lights and shadows are ever intermingled in the warp and woof of life. The last of the buccaiieers was the celebrated Lafitte, who for many years carried on his illicit traffic in defiance of the Government. His crew of smugglers and pirates occupied the Ba ' of Barataria, where they had fortified an islan . A price was set upon his head, but it is said that he was frequently seen in New Orleans, and had friends, and even a banker, who received him and his illegotten gains “ underthe rose.” There are so many lakes and bayous along the coast of Louisiana and Mississippi that the light, swift craft of the pirates could always elude pursuit and slip away into some inlet or behind an island when they found an enemy 011 their track. All the Spanish fishermen, who were in'imical to the United States, were in their my, and gave notice by private signals where t ere was dan— ger to be apprehended, and so they enjoyed com- parative. immunity from the consequences of their misdeeds. This daring robber deserves our praise for his patriotism, however, for when the English came to attack New Orleans in 1815 Sir Edward Packenham, the commander of their forces, of- fered Lafitte a big reward if he would assist his army by showing them the passes to the city, which none knew so well as this skillful pilot. But Lafitte refused his bribe and sent word to General Jackson that if he would insure him and his men a free pardon for past offenses they would come up and help him to defend the city. As they were known to have bold hearts and to be skillful artillerists, Governor Claiborne will— ingly granted this request, and so Lafitte, his men and his guns arrived and did good service in the day of our necessity. It is not known where Lafite died, but Do- mingo, his lieutenant, lies in the old St. Louis Cemetery, which is situated bctWeen Conti and St. Louis streets, with this extraordinary epitaph 11 II his tomb:—“ Sans Pcm‘, cf Sans Heproche.” T e first part of the quotation might doubtless have been truly applied to him, but the latter portion of the sentence is such a comical sarcasm that if it was put there by an enemy it is p0s— itively a cruel satire; if in good faith by a friend. it must have caused the dust of the Chevalier Bayard, of whom these words were first spoken. to stir with indignation in the grave. A Peep into Nature's Laboratory. THERE is in the town of thnixville, P8... to- day an exemplification of the operations of mi. ture as displayed in the formation of coal. where 'it can be found in actual process of transforma- tion from vegetable matter into a soft soapy carbonic substance, and the latter gradually changing to lignite and then again into soft coal of the bituminous form. Go along the Pennsyl- vania Schuylkill Valley Railroad, between the first passen er station of that system and the new one, an you will find a force of men cutting down the bank there eighteen or twunty feet high, and an ' those rocks, perhaps three feet above the nu road track, you will observe a black seam. That black seam is a laboratory of nature. From above, before the Morgan house was removed and the surrounding bank, bi trees sent their roots down through the soil and then through the crevices of the rocks till they reached the scam in question, which in time the filled with roots and fibers. The trees above died and the roots and fibers confined in the seam be an to work, chemical changes took place, car on was evolved, and coal was the result. The laboratory was opened by the building of the railroad before the slow process was fully completed, so that you can find there today the vegetable and carbonized matter and lignite and coal altogether, proving, indeed, that the popular thought that coal We’d heard 6 DEADWOOD DICK AS A BOY. 7 WILD BILL THE PISTOL PRINCE. From Early Boy— hood to His Tragic Death. B Col. P. Ingraham. 8 THE PRAIRIE RANCH: or, The 01mg Cattle Herd- ers. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 9 ROVING JOE: The History of 8 "Border Boy." By A. H. Post. 10 TEXAS J ACK, TRE MUSTANG KING. By Colonel Prentiss lngraham. II CHARLEY SKYLARK. By Major H. B. Stoddard. 12 MARIPOSA MARSH. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 13 ROVING BEN. By John J. Mars‘ all. 14 SPRING STEEL, KING or THE BUSH. By JOE. E. Badger, Jr. WIDE—AWARE GEORGE. By Edward Willett. THE BOY WIZARD. By Barry Ringgold. 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