Ste. Genevieve Herald Ste. Genevieve, Mo. Saturday, Apr. 28, 1883 We hear that a wagon-load of musicians was dumped into the road near Cherry Springs on Wednesday night, while returning from a rural serenade tour. No damage os reported except the cracking of the bass fiddle, which can hardly be called a damage, as cracking generally improves the sound. Jos. WERNER, the genial traveling partner of the firm of Jos. WERNER & Co., St. Louis, was in town the first part of the week. The business of a commercial traveler is at best but a very disagreeable one; however Joe never gets impatient with his customers and takes things as they come. We learn for the Hon. J.L. TUCKER, Member of the Legislature from Perry county, that the Hon. Jasper N. BURKS made himself officiously conspicuous in his endeavor to defeat Mr. DUNKLIN of this county for a clerkship, and, by his denunciations of him as a sore-head and a bolter, did contribute to his defeat for engrossing clerk, but was unable to prevent Mr. TUCKER and his friends from obtaining the position of clerk of one of the committies for Mr. DUNKLIN. Mr. TUCKER lives in a county where they judge men by their merits and not by their devotion to the party machine. Mr. TUCKER says Mr. DUNKLIN has the reputation of being one of the best clerks in the Legislature. We are afraid Jasper has undertaken a big job, if he proposes to dicipline all the Democrats who bolted the regular machine ticket in this county last fall. A duel with fatal results must have taken place in GROBE's pasture on Monday of last week, if Hy's. boy is to be believed. the story runs thus. On the day mentioned Hy. GROBE's sheep came home without a black lamb that belonged to the flock and had never before failed to come. Mr. GROBE sent his boy to the pasture with a shotgun and told him to shoot any dog he would see prowling in the pasture. The boy went and found the lamb dead and the dog close by, also dead. His theory is now, that the lamb and the dog must have had a little affair of honor to settle, that one, - probably the dog - challenged the other, that pistols were named as weapons, and that they, then and there, forever settle their quarrel like two knights on modern chivalry, toe to toe and over a handkerchief. He found neither handkerchief nor pistols, but then you know the seconds might have carried them off to prevent discovery. The carcass of the dog he is willing to give up to the owner as the ear was in pretty good keeping and his flesh and fat might snatch some consumptive person from death's door and the hide be good for a pair of latent leather boots.