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Show THE course; but,” rising and grasping her in his arms, “its the truest thing I ever ae in my life.” Judge Bailey then 1 rose from and striding where in they agitated seat manner both the to lady’s night before election, and four of us in- into the eyes that had years agone stamped an indelible imprint upon the gerole of his memory, “your husband is a villain, and his only redemption will be cluding Poe, started up. We had not gone half a dozen squares when we were nabbed by a gang of men who were on the lookout for voters to ‘coop’. It was the practice in those days to seize people, whether drunk or sober, lock them up untill the polls were opened, and ther for march hands. “Madam,’he | an stood, took his had been to Richmond and was on his way north to get ready for his wedding. It was drink all around and repeat untill the crowd was pretty full. It was the some OO ce ioticnd strong man to straight trounce him them around to every WESTERN The Lord, For Thou Thy Lord, evermore this living bread bestow, And thus to us eternal life impart; The world at best hath but the husks to show, These cannot fill the hungry human heart. Her hair is bleached to golden; Ah, she’s a dashing bold one, This maid whose hair is golden. She’s very great on style’ And has patented 2 smile That will kill at half a mile, This giddy, dashing bold one. the gang said it was coop. Star. facts of his life and death, Didier According angel, voted ing ona week’s in to the some New of his biographers he mingled among men ‘ike a bewildered to votea around the while others spree and being country, of all degrees, good and bad; and the first woman had yet to come. One dav a couple of strangers rode into the camp and dismounted at the some provisions, store. They bought made a few inquiries, and going a quarter of a mile up the gulch, staked off a claim, put up a shack for the night and staid there. One of them was a big, good-looking young fellow who seemed to take the lead in everything. His companion was |a little dark-eyed fellow; smooth-faced and delicate-featured, apparently about fifteen years of age, and dressed like the city. picked up on the street, is false. I saw him shoved into the cab myself, and he tole me he had just arrived in the city.” The above narrative will form an interesting chapter in the life and death of the poet, whose life was a romance, and whose death was a tragedy. The ac- count of Poe’s last days agrees in several! respects with the account which the late other in overalls and jumper, blouse and with a sort of his biographers still differ as to that matter. The place of his birth was az one time undecided, but that was defin- ately settled in 1875, when -his remains were discovered in Westminster churchyard, Baltimore, and a monument of seven feet six inches high erected over. grave. The cause of his death and the circumstanees attending it have not yet _been: definitely determined, and every thing that throws any light on the sub- did the eursion, and en He route was took in Indian with its ject will prove interesting to his many green, blue-grassy appearance that he admirers. concluded to make a horseback journey A former Baltimorean,now living in San through part of it. Ome day, as he was Francisco, gives what he claims to be a riding alone taking in all the glories of true account of the poet’s last Jays and the great pasture land. he was overtaken death. Thisis his story: “I was _ inti- “by a well-mounted, well-armed and wellmate with Edgar Allen Poe for years. dressed redskin, who spoke a little Eng- tae nse terete emttiniaiatiitiame tithtietercarcencer aaa Much that has been read and written in regard to his death is false. His habitual resort in Baltimore was the wiaow Meagher’s place. This was an oyster stand and liquor bar on the city front, corresponding in some respects with the coffee-houses of San Francisco. It was frequenied much by printers, and ranked as a respectable. place, where sould enjoy a game of cards or parties engage in'social conversation. Poe was a great favorite withthe women. The favorite “Cow man, eh?” was the first inquiry. “Oh, no; I’m just looking at this fine I don’t live here; I live in Kentucky.” the name of Bard, and when parties came famous ‘Gold Bug,’ which carried off the ee Baltimorefor three or four months, oo he turned upone evening at the ES Widow Meagher’s. I was there when hecameipn. He privately told me that he x Seana up and take comes ter two small You got whisky?” “jiggers” the civilities my life Bob staid the hand, saying: “Holdon, pard, you’d half with that have never seen any being on God whisky I say “Well, senator,” said one of his audi- tors, “why didn’t you trade with him?” “Trade with: him!” exclaimed the Kentuckian in ,utter astonishment at such asuggestion. “My God, man! it was the last half-pint I had.” him he look, and then the two, refusing half a dozen pressing invitations to drink again, took gan by offering me his Colt’s rifle and ended by dismounting and. offering me his Arapahoe blanket, his Mexican silver-mounted saddle, his gun,:pistols, gee-string and all, and gone back naked for just that little modicuna of whisky.” kill You see Bob nodded witha ae that Indian be- and the horse itself for what. remained in my flask. I really believe he would have given me his leggins, moccasins, of yours. and in an intended undertone. “Ah, tenderfoot!” that this redskin manifested. Gentlemen, I am telling you not a whit more than the absolute truth when hand ain’t broke in yet.” “Ah!” said the judge with a slow wink Almighty’s green earth that ever had a tithe of the appreciation fora bottle of acquaintance.” Every glass was drained except Jim’s who strangled so that the judge, out of pure kindness, was about to administer a sounding thump on his back, when little: Texas town, he told the circumstances of having met the Indian and human $100 prize. “Poe had been shifting for many years between Baltimore, Philadelphia and New York. He had been away from more him Meagher met with an incident or idea that tickled her fancy ske would ask the Bard to verify it. Poe always complied, writing many a witty couplet. ana at times poems of some Jength. These ‘verses quite as m=ritorious as some by which his name was immortalized, ware thus frittered into obscurity. It was in this little shop where Poe’s attention story, and it was there that he wrote his comment since their arrival, “Boys, come Ugh! The senator had a small flask of “Old said: “In all in a Phi?the best, places, Crow’. in his side pocket. and immediately produced it. In a little time the aboriginal wanted a second drink, and finally the whole flask; but after giving take a nip’.or, ‘Bard, come up and tuke a ‘hand in the game.’ Whenever widow was called to an advertisement adelphia paper for a prize for to their with us!” The boys immediately stepped up, and after the glasses had been filled he said: “My nameis Bob and this little pard of mine isnamed Jim. Here’s to our bet- “Kentuck! seat of the poet was just behind the were brought to an end. stand, and he was about as quiet and soThat evening, when the senator was | _ ciable as an oyster himself. He went by in the public room of the hotel at the into‘the shop it was, ‘Bard, come up and the logs, or to be a would have nothing to say. The boys went, of course, but they had sound of suppressed sobs in Bob was on top of rage and shaking him The stranger’s two friends had started to his aid, but the boys had them “corralled” before they could raise a hand. Then the judge said: “What the nation does all this mean?” “T shall tell you,” screamed the stranger from under Bob. “He haf stole my daughtaire! He haf but she is not yet of age! her Bob, too, seemed changed. His brows were knitted, his manner moody and gruff. And the boys missed their tea. This state of things continued for some time, Jim always queer and silent, Bob always moody and gruff, until at last Bob told the boys that Jim was not very well and had gone to bed, and hinted that they were welcome to clear out as soon as they pleased. heard the The next moment him, white with like a rat. for to get money marry her, He haf marry that shall be to. her some day—” “Shet up!” growled Bob, shaking him. “She ain’t his daughter; she’s his niece!. I did run away with her and marry her —to save her from something worse with him, and—and because I loved her. She has got some money this devil wanted, when I married we’ve been hiding But she’s of age no man coming to her that and she wasn’t of age her; and that’s why and running from him. now, and we run from any more!” “Ye did marry her, Bob?” asked. the Judge solemnly. : talking the matter over, and the judge “The certificate’s in the cabin,” anopenly and emphatically expressed the swered Bob. opinion that Bob was abusing the boy “Give that cur to me,” said the judge. the other room. And when, that night at the back end of the store, they were they all agreed with him ,and it was decided to call again the next evening and settle the matter. So, early the next evening thee started fully determined and prepared to execute their mission; but, what was their surprise and indignation to tind the cabin door closed and scrap of paper tacked barred, outside with a bearing the following inscription in large printed letters: “Winu BE Back In Tren Days.” The imaginative ones of the party immediately jumped to the conclusion that Bcb had murdered the boy, hid his bedy and “lit out” with the dust. Whereupon the impetuous ones clamored to burst in the door, search the cabin, and if the body was found, bury it decently and start on Bob’s trail. “Now, stranger,” he added, “ye’r goin’ to leave here mighty sudden, and if we ever catch ye here ag’in, we'll hang ye to the highest tree in this camp. Now, boys, watch me an’ doas I do.” The next minute the three men shot forward down the side of the gulch as if thrown froma catapult, and they kept right on going. Then the judge turned to Bob, and after a moment’s hesitation, said: ‘“Where’s Jim?” “Come and see,” answered Bob, red te the roots of his hair. So they ali marched through into the little back room of the cabin, and there, half-sitting up in the bunk was Jim, looking pale and weak, but smiling faintly at them. Just asthe judge was in the middle of his most elaborate “States” bow, a little Jim’s But the judge, pointing at the scrap bundle of something lying across of paper with his big forefinger, said: | lap stirred, and a low, wailing cry “Boys, justice is what we want. Now there’s his word that he’ll be back here inten days. Give him ashow to prove himself anhonest man or a liar. If he’s killed the boy, we can’t bring him to life by rushin’, and the trail won’t git cold in ten days. And if this door ain’t open in ten days, we'll open it, and if any- from it. The with a jerk; judge came straightened up a look of consternation and surprise came into his face; then, withouta word the whole crowd made a break for the door, and they never made a stop till they reached the back end of the store in camp, when the judge, after mopping his face off vigorously with an empty flour sack, remarked emphati- -~— ~ lish. country. snaking tea” came whistling over the cabin roof. on account of the quiet manner in which they had gone about their business and thing’s wrong, we’ll make it right, if we kept away from town than for anything go from one end of this conntry to cally: else, and the boys were all laying fora ‘tvother to de it.” “The mystery’s solved, by gum! an’ chance to scrape an acquaintance with The judge carried his point ashe al- Coon’s Fork hes struck it oe Shake them. ways did, and the boys. went back to boys!”— So. as soon as the big fellow had set- town. tled the bill, the judge, who by common The days passed slowly, but they were TIT FOR TAT. consent generally took the lead on such gone at last. Noone had been near the occasions, stepped up to him, and ina cabin, but as Bob had not showed up in hoarse whisper that might have been town, the boys had but one opinion, as He timidly climbed up the brownstone heard two rods away, informed him they discussed the matter in the store steps; that the boys would like to know him- that afternoon. He timidly rang the bell; self and pard. It was just before sunset when ‘ines ‘He felt that this visit might be his last, With a good-natured smile the big strangers, armed to the teeth, rode up Though the reason he couldn’t tell. fellow threw some more money on the to the store and dismounted. As he stood in the door, the winter bar and cried: The leader, a little dark-faced, fiery, Indian. so pleased him and chattering like a magpie all the time. ? After the cabin was finished (which was not in a day) the two came down to the store to lay in@xsupply of “grub.” Now, the pair had been the subject of Not long ago Senator Blackburn went out to Western Texas on a pleasure exTerritory. fellow the big that is, cutting and fitting them much and peculiarly while the little one sat on the fence and watched <i> Aes Kentuckian grace The day after their arrival they began to build a cabin, horrible story. The jaunty his own. cal toughs. who used the hapless poet.as a repeater at a local election. Others have vaguely stated this before, and the detailed account now giver by one who was with Poeat the time confirms the his of wore which he of heavy top-boots, all Chief Justice Neilson Poe of Baltimore gave »ot;. him: . “ht “is**paintul =. to think that aman of Poe’s wonderful genius would. after a life of intolerable misery, die in the wretched manner above described him asa prying fiend, or an deseribed. But it must be admitted Ishmeelite, with his hand against every’ that the author of “The Raven” was one andevery one’s against bim. The cooped and drugged to death by polititime and placeof his birth were for many years uncertain; even now some the of all parts from men hundred of The story told by Griswold of Poe’s be- No American poet has attracted more attention. living anddead, than Edgar A. Poe. Nine lives of him have been written, yet about no celebrated writer of modern times has it been so difficult York use He was in a dying condition when \|hewas being How Edgar Poe Died. L. no Coon’s Fork was not so called from the fact that the sly but edible animal whose name it bore abounded in that vicinity, but because the prospector who first found color there was named Coon. The camp wasin the first flush of the “strike,” and was populated by a couple He died from laudanum or some cther poison that was forced uponhim in the »><~~<>—>~~, writes Eugene BY ——x*x. asa dead man anv longer. So they shoved him into a eab and sent him to a hospital to get him out of the way. “The commonly accepted story that Poe died from the effects of dissipation is all bosh. It was nothing of the kind. Tf on the street you’re walking, You’re sure to meet her stalking, Her face so fair with chalking And her lips so cherry red, That you cannot help but smile, Though you’re wishing all the while That this maiden mashed on style, Or yourself, or both were dead. to get the real The Mystery of Coon’s Fork. “Jim’s byword with them in time. One night some of the boys called up | at Bob’s as usual, and were surprised at Jim’s manner and appearance. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying, and he sat back in a dark corner of the cabin and og ae Pe tae man’s life was worth to rebel. Poe was so badly drugged that, after he was car-— ried en two or three different rounds, There is a maid, an old one; from being a favorite, grew to be a regular pet with them. There wasn’t any whisky set out in Bob’s cabin either, but Jim used to give them a cup of tea that made them think of old times before they left home. And though they laughed at it among themselves at first, Lord, evermore this living bread bestow. That while it feeds doth make us long for more; More of thy gracious fullness make us know, More of thy wondrous love’s exhaustless store. precinct, and over and over, it being as much Hungry. evermore this living bread bestow, this alone can meet our soul’s deep need; art our life, to whom else can we go? blood is drink, thy flesh is meat indeed. were voted at thirty-one different piaces. —_) <P >-+ A FAIRY, of the Lord, evermore give us this bread.— John vi, 34. within an inch of his life.” fe where they were made to vote the ticket “T believe it,” was tae demure reply, of the party that controlled the ‘eoop.’ “and you, Judge, shall be that strong Our coop was. in the rear of an engine |}. man; if you find an assistant necessary, house on Calvert street. It was part of IT am at your service.” _|the game tostupefy the prisoners with THE END. | drugged liquor. Well, the next day we ——_> Cry WEEKLY. their departure, leaving their grub to be ‘“nacked” up to their cabin. We didn’t see much of them around the camp after that. ~ Bob was always at work on the claim from sunrise to sunset, while Jim sat on the bank: talking to him most of the time, Ofcourse store once a week he came down to the for supplies, and gen- erally set them up all round, but these visits were as short as they were few. Somehow or other, after a while some of the best men in camp got to. snend@” their evenings at Bob’s cak wicked-looking man, past middle age walked up to where the boys were stand- ing together, and addressing the judge, said: “Pardon, sir. But haf you in your camp amannamed Bob? Big fellow— light hair—hght eyes—and leetle gel— small, dark—what you call good- looking!” wind Whirled in the streets about, But above its roaring he heard ments And tell her I didn’t ecall.’’ aint got no such man here now. He sloped ten days ago, and the boy’s gone, too. We—” “Boy!” interposed the stranger excit edly. “You callhim boy? He was a gel —gel—I tell you. Mon Dieu! My daughtaire! Dress in boy clothes, an’ I Well, you him one year—all daughtaire!”’ might have knocked ovair that crowd down with a feather. In a moment the judge recovered himself and said: “Boys, the time has come. We'll go search the cabin.” So the judge led the way, with the little stranger and his friends, closely followed by the rest. They were almost, to the cabin door when fe ope» “himself, He al say, © Then timid no more, with stately mien, ‘ He said to the butler tall: “Pray go to Miss Jones with my ‘compli- “No, pard,” answered the judge, win a significant glance at the boys, “we have follow country —my her “John, tell him that I am out.” i oer ee ee ens has PA ge Actua Diego How It Got Its Name. It is said that the town of Howland, Me., derived its name from the exclamation made by an adventurous white man who fell in love with and stole away from her father’s wigwam a young and beautiful squaw. He was pursued down ~ the Piscataquis, where he took his sweet- heart into his canoe and boldly paddled out into the foaming water. In hot pur- suit cane the dusky sons of and of reaching the banks the forest, the swift flowing weters they saw the white sanup nearing the shore. They set up cries of rage which continued through the night. When these came to his ears he proudly lifted his head each time, and in cal English cried back: “Howl durned.”—Boston Traveler. celassi- and be Jinks’ (to old friend in theater lobby)— , ‘you come out after every act. ‘drinking, I hope?” mo; but it’s rather trieyame with my own sister Je |