Orders have been issned to hav* our warships restored to their ante bellum appearance. We shall now see them wearing the white paint of a blameless life. There is a graver warning to France tn the decrease of births from 865,- 000 in 1886 to 859,000 in 1897 than in the studied words of Sir Edmund Monson's lecture. Experts estimate that the amount of money spent for Christmas toys by the American people exceeded $55,- 000,000. It is R liappy and cheerful sort of country that can sjDend that amount in playthings for the children. The word Sirdar, which has been so frequently seen since the exploits of Lord Kitchener of Khartoum, is, ac cording to the Paris Figaro a con traction of the Arabic words "Sayer ed l)ar." Sayer means inspector or watcher; Day means palace; Sayer ed Dai- would therefore mean "inspector of the palace." The shipbuilding interest of Maine reports an extrao:dinary revival of activity, exceeding anything known in ten years past. A portion of this is due to naval orders, but the great er part, according to report, reflects a boom in the West India trade—par ticularly trade between our ports and those of Cuba and Porto Kico, and the coastwise trade of those two is lands. Senor Montero Bios calls this coun try "an implacable conqueror," "whose sole object was to reap from victory the largest possible advantage." And yet we are to pay Spain $20,000,000, where we might as easily have com pelled that country to pay us $200,- 000,000 as an indemnity for having forced war upon us. But defeat em bitters proud souls, and the Spanish resentment is by no means surprising. Ours is now the greatest producing and exporting nation in all the world. Hitherto we have held at best second place to Great Britaiu. At the end of 1898 with our exports amounting to twelve hundred and thirty millions we leave even Great Britain behind by more than sixty million dollars. Our exports of domestic products alone passed the thousand million mark for the first time in the year 1892. From thsn until 1890 they fell below that figure, but in 1897 tliey rose to 1,032,- 000,000, and this year they have reached the enormous total of $1,230,- 000,000. Twenty years ago we ex ported of our own productssoßo,7o9,- 268 worth —or only a trifle more than one-half this year's exports. A Yieuua journal, in speaking of (he movement for woman's emancipa tion in America, calls attention to the fact that in Austria women have cer tain legal rights undreamed of by Americans. They can refuse to ac company their husbands to any locality which endangers their liberty, life, or health and, "unless married to mil itary men, can refuse to be parties to perpetual peregrinations, and to set tling in foreign countries." There Beeins to be some misapprehension in Vienna concerning the status of woman in America. There seems to be some misapprehension in Vienna concern ing the status of woman in America. Those rules of conduct so carefully laid down in the Austrian code are ob served here, but in an entirely differ ent way. Woman enjoys them with out legal sauction, to be sure, but public opinion and the jury are usual ly with her. She can hardly envy her Austrian sister, who is constantly re minded that she is under police pro tection. In international complications Eng lishmen have but one fear. Russia is "the gray terror" always in the back ground. How close the Russian- French alliance may be, or what Rus sia's interest is in any quarrel in volved, is a mystery. Kipling has helped conjure np a picture of the gray uniformed Cossack hordes be yond the ludian mountain passes that has entered into the popular imagina tion and figures in all British concep tion of foreign relations. Some have urged war with France, not so much for hatred of France, but "because it will weaken Russia." Indian frontier wars are fought, not to conquer wild tribes for the sake of conquest, but to strengthen that part of the empire against Russia. The desperate anx iety about Chinese affairs is because of Russia. Russian designs real 01 imagine 1, are the reason for much warlike activity. The czar's avowed peaceful ideas are simply not believed. Said a French diplomatist in discuss ing the situation: "Nicholas in keep ing the peace of the world, not by love, as he would wish, but by fear. He is probably the onlt; man on earth England is afraid of." An English surgeon proposes to make the human stomach smaller by a surgical operation. Unless tlie cost of the operation is too great th>3 man with a dozen children will find it profitable to submit the whole family. The tremendous importance of the little things of life never was brought out more strikingly than in the story of the captain and crew of the schoon er Johanna Swan. A single sulphur match saved nine men from the hor rors of an an awful death from thirst. Oh, that the blood-curdling incident would teach chronic borrowers of matches to keep a supply of these in significant but valuable articles al ways on hand. The phenomenally rapid progress of German trade aud commerce, ac cording to Professor Blondel, is due to the temperament of the German people, the sj'stein of education and the methodical adaptation of the re sults of scientific research to indus trial and commercial practice. Consul Halstead of Birmingham, England, says that to the reasons given above must be added the eager celerity with which the Germans seize upon and copy the good points of manufacture in other countries. The governor of Massachusets looks askance at the waxing debt of the state and hangs out a signal of warn ing, though the proud old common wealth is nowhere near insolvency yet. She owed January 1, 1895 about $4,500,000. On the first of 1898 the figures had increased to nearly $12,- 500,000. Trebling the state debt in three years is certainly a financial ex ploit worth noticing, and it is no won der that the governor takes note of it. The state has something to show for the increase, to be sure. but. there would appear to be no wisdom in ex tending that line of assets at present at the cost of running further in debt for them. When a man in England sues another nan for money owed, he may charge him with conspiracy against the queen, in that he seeks to prevent her maj 3sty from receiving the taxes due to ber, by wrongfully impairing the abil ity of the plaintiff the money which he owes to him. \Vheu the case gets into court, the conspiracy is dropped, mid the money question is tried out. Mrs. Bichard Kelly of Conshohocken, Penn., raised an American flag over hei pigpen in which was confined a porker which John Blake claimed was his property. When John Blake went after the pig, Mrs. Kelly knocked him down with a clothes pole. Her j defense was that he was disloyal be cause he was really making an assault upon the American flag. She was ac quitted—by a jury of men. Thecuri osities of law are not entirely Eng lish. " The ])ostofliee department an nounces that hereafter private postal cards will be admitted to the mails for Canada and Mexico at the domes tic postage rate of one cent each, and to the mails for other foreign coun tries at the postal union rate of two cents each. This is an extension of the privilege granted to the public o few months ago of printing private postal cards of a certain dimension and design for use in the domestic mail. The conditions under which such cards may be used are that they shall not exceed 3 1-4 by 5 1-2 inches in dimensions; that they must be at least 2 15-16 by 4 15-16 inches; that they shall be substantially of the same quality as the regular govern ment postal card, of a white, cream, light-gray or light-buff color, and that the words, "Private mailing card, au thorized by act of Congress of May 19, 1893," be printed ou the address side. The postage is to be attached. Youthful pupils in geography are taught in the public schools that the globe on which we live consists of a crust of earth and rock covering a core of molten lava. According to the tidal committee of the British association this is an error. Thej say that the earth is either solid 01 has an exceedingly thick crust. II the earth had only a shell of solid rock, say fifty miles in thickness, in closing melted matter, it would yield under the tide almost as freely as t a liquid. A globe of glass of th« same size as the earth would yield like India rubber, and it is probable from a series of experiments that th« earth as a whole is vastly more,.rigid than any rock upon her surface, a fact which, it is suggested, may be due to the excessive pressure in the interior. But the schoolboy will say, "Well, but volcanoes and geysers? If there is not fire down there, not many miles deep, how do they come?" The tidal committee has not included the an swers in its report. MY AUNT POLLY. The greenest grass,the sweetest flowers,grew Gold-winged arrows pierced the gloom of at Aunt Polly't door, valley, wood and cook, The finest apples,miles around, Aunt Polly's Bright fleet aof crimson rode the clouds and orchard bore; tumbled in the brook, Aunt Polly's cows were sleek and fat, her Gave back with cheer the tipple's hue, the chicks a wondrous size, pumpkin's, and the squash, And Jabez Smith, the hired man, was witty, Till dear Aunt Polly would exclaim, "What great and wise. u perfect dn•• to wash!" I used togo with Jabe at night,with clinking pails to milk; What steam of incense then would rise from Sometimes he'd let me feed the colts and dear Aunt Polly's tub! rub their coats of silk; For sun and sky her heart gave praise with And the moon that rose in those days, just each all-cleansing rub; behind the cattle bars, No skylark's note, no poet's song, more Was twice as large as it is now—with twice pralseful than the tune as many stars. She hummed the while her linen white upon the grass lay strewn. Aunt Polly was a quaint old soul —a busy Aunt Polly, faithful, gentle, entered long bee—by day since to reward; Hiving the honey up for all, with sever Her kind old face has slept for yoars be thought of pay. neath the churchyard sward; How many dawns we watched the sun, up- For her has dawned another day, more per rislng in the east, feet, bright and glad Shake out its banners o'er the hills and drive Than when she rubbed the snowy clothes, away the mist I while 1 stood by—a lad. —Edith Keeley Stokely, in Youth's Companion. j THE MAKESHIFT OF JONAS KEMP"] LBy Annie Hamilton Donnell. h WV W w WVNF UP v v vA Clarissa Kemp—late, very late Clarissa Collins—carried each pot to the back door aud inverted it briskly. The little heap grew high and un stable. There were a good many pots, and it was quite a distance from the sitting room window to the back door. Clarissa was tired when the stained green-painted shelves were emptied aud all the litter swept up. "There!" she breathed with a little gasp of relief, sinking into a rocker, "I'm thankful that job's done with! It's been staring at me ever since I came." Clarissa invariubly spoke of the day, a few weeks ago, when she aud Jonas drove from the minister's into the little trim side-yard, as "when I came." Since that day there had been a good m-'uy reforms at the Kemp place. The heap of discarded gerani ums and fuchsias was only one of them. "I can't and I won't abide a mess of plants round, littering! There's enough, goodness knows, that's got to litter without putting up with what ain't got to. You've got to water 'em, and you've got to putter with 'em and coddle 'em, an' there's nlways a mussy, wet place under 'em and sprigs I and dry leaves. I can't abide 'em if other folks can. Those that like 'em j are perfectly welcome—l don't." Clarissa rocked backward and for- ! ward in the capacious, calico-softened chair, communing aloud. Her come ly, middle-aged face had a look of re lief upon it. Once only a slight shade of remorse quivered across it aud was gone. "He'd ought to know I'd do it, she muttered, "and he ought to have got his mind made up by this time, i I've given him time e.iotigh - ever since I came. I told him,ten minutes ' after, that I couldn't fellowship with a mess of plants. I guess that was good and fair warning!" The rockers took to sudden creaking 1 as if pleading in Jonas' behalf. 111 the sunny windows the green shelves 1 looked bare and lonesome. There were little round circles, smaller aud larger, side by side along their lengtlis, j where the pots had stood. The big- j gest circle of all spoke pathetically of ; Jonas' pet cactus that bore the dainty pink flowers among its spines—that "Alwildy" had set store by. Alwilda : was the wife that had driven from the minister's into the trim yard first. Even Jonas was hardly fonder of plants thau Alwilda had been. "There's some sense to having windows to sit by that you can see out of," mused Clarissa contentedly, gaz ing out on the strip of meandering roadway stretching bleakly away up hill. "Now I cau see the people passing—there's Deacon Pottle com ing a'ready! I can tell it's the deacon by the way the horse wags his head aud meeches along down the hill. Seems to me I'd have a creature with some kind of spirit to him. Why,no; it's Jonas—as I live!" With a sudden accession of nervous ness, Clarissa Kemp snatched a rug and hurried to the back door. Jonas and the old horse were turniug into the lane. She could hear the pound, pound of clumsy hoofs on the hard clay. She threw the rug over the heap of broken plants aud waited to pull down oue corner across the tiers of interlocked earthen pots beside it. "I don't want it tocome on him all in a heap," she murmured. "Jonas has to have time to get used to things. He ain't a sudden man, Jonas ain't. I've found that out since I came." Theu she hurried back to the rock ing chair by the window. Jonas was just plodding past. "Why, ain't you early, Jonas?" Clarissa called, a little breathless with hurrying. "It's only 3 o'clock. I •wasn't looking for you back till sup per time." "Yes, I am early—whoa, back, De nnis, wh-o-a!—but the town meeting ris' early. We got through our doings soouer'n we expected to. They ap pointed me moderator." Jonas' voice had a ring of modest pride in it. Clarissa laughed appre ciatively. "I shonld sayyon'd moderate splen didly, Jonas,"she snid, "but I shouldn't 've supposed you'd've moderated so fast!" The old horse started np and went ataidly on toward the barn, with the trail of Clarissa's laughter in his wtke. "Clarissy's a real humorous -woman," pondered Jonas; "she's got all of it that Alwildy didn't have. Whoa, back, Dennis!" JfJoDas noticed the unwieldy heap nnder Clarissa's rug on his way back to the house he said nothing about it It was not Jonas Kemp's way to My things. In tlie trig little sitting j room the bared shelves anil the lin i wonted inflow of sunshine across thein | appealed dumbly to him, and Jonas answered as dumbly. His seamed I old face turned doggedly away from the windows, and the pain on it was only visible to the faint, sweet face of Alwilda looking out of the daguer reotype on the wall. Clarissa's keen eyes did not see it. Twenty years divided Jonas and Clarissa Kemp, and Clarissa was not i young. She had tailored and stitched away all her young years in her small j village shop before she came. It had ; been aseseu days' wonder to Clarissa's friends and twice thrice that to* ; Clarissa herself, that she had locked her shop door and gone to the minis | ter's with Jonas Kemp. After supper that night Jonas did his chores and took down his pipe, i Clarissa permitted no • smoking in doors—pipes were even worse than a mess <>' littering plants. You could abide the smell of flowers,but tobacco —faugh! So Jonas had his evening smoke tinder the stars, or, rainy ; nights, sitting on the saw-horse in the woodshed. Alwilda hud "liked" the smell of his pipe. Heaven forgive . tlie geutle little prevarication! A\ lien Jonas went in again at early i bedtime the heap of pots and bruise j | plants was cleared neatly away, and ' Jonas had the rug, well shaken,under . his arm. He spread it with precise painstaking in exactly its place on the sitting room floor. "I found it out by the back door, Clarissy," he said gently. "Urn-m-m," mumbled Clarissa,a lit *tle taken nback. And that was all that was ever said about the plants. After that, if Clarissa had not been occupied continually with keepiug the house "nnlittered" and most spotless ly prim, she would have taken notice that Jonas stayed a good deal—some where—out-of-doors. He spent rare minutes only in his old place beside the sitting room window. And pass ers-by—if there hail been any passers by—on the grassy cross road that ran past the old, unpainted Kemp barn would have looked curiously at the big barn windows. There were two of them, and both were a-bioom with red geraniums and gay with purple and crimson fuchsias. Rough deal shelves stretched behind the cob webbed panes, and every one was brightly tenanted. But passers-by were few,and Clarissa never passed by. Her way, when she went abroad, was by the wider main road that ran uphill and down again to town. Clarissa never went to the barn. Jonas Kemp and the cows, the great barn cat and Dennis were the only ones that saw the red geraniums blooming bravely in the barn win dows—unless, who can tell?—unless Alwilda saw them. Another thin" Clarissa might have noticed was how long the old pipe lay untouched on the kitchen mantel. Jonas went out to his evening smoke night after night—without it! If it had been his way to say things he might have said that when one's plants have been destroyed ruthlessly one must replace them somehow even if one must buy them with the tobacco one misses tilling the old pipe with. And that would have explained the times of late that Jonas had driven alone to the little city down the river and come back, past Clarissa's win dow and Clarissa's curious eyes, with a queer,humpy loa I"in behind." "Humph! Now I wonder what Jonas's got all tucked up in behind," Clarissa would muse,eyeing suspicious ly the humps. " 'Tisn't grain an' tisu't critters—live ones anyway. Ain* he couldn't've got 'em if they were alive, not without my knowing where the money had gone to." But Clarissa had not put her cu rious thoughts into questions, and the times of being curious and the knobby, covered leads "in behind" Jonas had gone by together. She was very busy all the late summer and early fail sew ing rags for her gay new carpet that was to transfigure the dull little cor ner parlor where nobody went and nobody wanted to go. One afternoon, as she sewed, she heard Jonas' plodding feet tap slowly up the walk and Jouas' heavy breath keeping time to the taps. What in land of goodness was Jouas coming in that time o' day for? It was so un usual that Clarissn let the strip of red and yellow rags slide out of her lap and curl like a brilliant eerpent at her feet. Jonas "came in" so seldom, lately,except to his meals. She hard ly saw his unsmiling old face from morning to eight, forshe had formed the habit of setting his dinner out on the meal chest in the porch and let ting him eat it alone. Her own dinner she could "pick nu"oi the run.and it saved such a pile of littor and mess that way. Jonas plodded in. He looked bent and feeble, "Yon aren't sick, are you, Jonas?" Clarissa asked a little anxiously. "Oh, no—no, I guess I ain't sick, Clarissy. I guess not," answered Jonas, dully. He crossed to the ! mantel and took down his pipe and blew the dust from it. A little glint of eagerness crept into his eyes—it was so much like shaking hands with an old friend again. "Where are you going to? "Jest for a little smoke, Clarissy— i jest for a little smoke." "Land of goodness-at two o'olock in the afternoon! Jonas Kemp,you aren't losiug your faculties, I hope!" Jonas peered up at the old clock above him and then at the afternoou sun riding across the heavens. Ho looked dazed. The pipe slipped through his fingers unnoticed and lay in two pieces on the bare floor. "I guess I got mixed up, Clarissy; I thought 'twas after supper," he ex plained with an apologetic attempt at laughing. "I guess I'll go out and i wait a spell, till 'tis." But at supper time Jonas did not | appear. Half-past live, six, half-past t sis—still 110 Jonas. At quarter of ; seven Clarissa was frightened. Dim ; forebodings tugged at her heart-strings l till they vibrated dismally. "I'll go hunt Jonas tip," she said briskly,shutting her ears to the sound. "It's just as likely as not he's fallen sound asleep somewhere. He's get ting real old, Jonas is." She went through the porch and carriage house and then with qnick eued steps up to the barn. It was r new trip, up over the stony path, foi Clarissa, and the stones hurt her feet. "For the laud of gooduess' sake!'' she cried shrilly at the barn door. The flowers in the windows—row on row of them—danced dizzily before her eyes. In Clarissa Kemp's and Clarissa Collins' life she had never been so astonished. One of the windows was raised a little, and the breeze crept in and set all the bright flowers nodding, friend ly-wise, at her. Row 011 row, shelf on shelf—for the land of goodness' sake! But how cozy and homelike they looked! How pleasant the weathered old barn looked! Theu Clarissa went in. As long as she lived—and the Collinses catne of a long-lived race—she never forgot the things she saw that afternoon in Jonas Kemp's barn. The strip of car pet by one of the windows.the broken chairs set about Alwildy's mother's spiuning wheel, the light of the sun through the geranium leaves and,dim ly, on the haymows behind and 011 all the cobwebs and cobwebs—and Jonas there, asleep. Clarissa saw them all. She saw them over add over again till she died. "Jonas!" she called softly, after a minute or two. "Jonas, it's supper time—J onas!" She went up to him and prodded his shoulder with her thimbled linger— Clarissa nearly always wore her thimble, to have it "handy." "Jonas!" She tilted his drooping old face toward her and the light. It was twisted and white, "Oh, he's got a stroke—Jonas!— Jonas!-he's got a stroke!" Clarissa cried wildly. Jonas opened his eyes and looked at her in an unacquainted, troubled way. "It's pleasant—out here," he mur mured thickly. "The plants—don'l take 'em—away!" "Jonas, dear Jonas, you must get right up aud come into the house with me—iue, Clarissy, Jonas, Don t you know Clarissy?" "1 know somebody—Alwildy,'' mnrmr.red Jonas, trying to smile with his twisted lips. One arm hung limp beside him,aud he touched it curious* ly with his other hand. "It doesn't belong to me," he said. After a little while his mind grew quite clear again, aud then he pleaded to stay with his flowers. "Couldn't I lay in bed out here,Cla rissy?" he asked timidly. "Jest till I feel better? The plants 'll miss me—• an' I like it out here—l like it out here—like it out here." Again and again he mumbled it wistfully. The tune Clarissa's heart-strings were wailing almost broke her heart. She got help at a neighbor's, and they took Jonas home. He was doz ing all the way. It was almost a day later when Jonas fully awoke. "Ain't it -plea-ant out here-in the barn, Clarissy?" he whispered, happily; "1 like it out here—don't you ?" "Yes," Clarissa said brightly. "I like it 'out here,' Jonas." The green-paiuted shelves had back their old tenants and new tenants, row upon row. The windows opposite Jonas' bed were full of geraniums and gay purple and red fuchsias, aud the cactus was there that Alwilda had loved. Her mother's spinning wheel stood on a strip of carpeting near Jouas. How pleasant it looked "out there!" How the sunshine tittered through the geranium leaves and made dancing traceries on the wall. A sprig of the sun leaves lay across Clarissa's face, aud Jona< smiled at it like a pleased child. "Clarissy," he whispered eagerly, "can't we stay out here always? I like it out liei'e." Clarissa's eyes fell ou a tiny litter of dry leaves under a wiudow. "Yes, Jonas," she smiled, ".yes, we'll stay "out here' always. I like it, too. " Country Gentleman. The Quality of the Water. Doctor—Can you get pure water at your boarding house? Patient—Not always. I frequently detect just a flavor of coffee iu it. Detroit Free Pr«sa. HOME AGAIN. At last It Bounds. Tho phruso wo longed to hoar Is brave and glad lb the triumphant cheer, But tenderest when a weary one may rest At last with those who know and lovo him best, The fleeting years bid memory efface Life s crude and cruel lines. In softened graoo The picture, lit by hope Instead of pain, bhines.as our boys repeat it, "Home again." And we. who could but watch tho emptj chair And pray for one whose place was waiting there, Found in the oldtime haunts ao sad a change That places most familiar grew lnoststrange. We, who were lingerers from tno battle scene. With step grown lighter and with pulsed » keen, Like wanderers hear the welcoming refrain, I'or we, with you, at last aro "Homo again." —Washington Star. HUMOROUS. "Is your flat crowded?" "Crowd ed? We can't vawu without opening a window." "Are you still keeping up with na tional affairs, Mrs. Sliortfad?" "No, I quit long ago; my war scrapbook is full." Newpop—l have noticed that babies always have very open countenances. Oldpop—Yes; especially about mid night. A shoemaker has a card in his win dow reading, "Any respectable man, woman or child can have a lit in this store." Clerk—Are you going to buy a new directory? The Boss—Well, I guess not! Why, the one we have isn't half worn out yet. He—Unless you marry me I shall goto the Klondike. She —There! l'apa said you were a mere fortune hunter, and now you've proved it. "Sorry I have no small change," said a gentleman to a beggar. "All right, yer honor," was the reply "I'll give ye credit. Where do ye live?" Hicks—Just saw Hogley. Hud been Jo the doctor's. Doctor tells him ho is looking himself again. Wicks—ls he really as bad as that? Poor fellow! "Even in China woman is rapidly supplanting man." "How do you make that out?" "Haven't you no ticed that the man behind the throne is a woman?" Hector (going his rounds)— Fine pig that, Mr. Dibbles; uncommonly tine. Contemplative Villager—Ah, yes, sir; if we was only all of us as lit to die as him, sir! "The teakettle seems to be quite a singer," said the nutmeg grater. "It beats me, my voice is so rough." "Me, too," replied the rolling pin; "I can't get beyond dough." Mrs. Hiram—Dear, I wish you'd bring home a dozen Harveyized steel plates. Mr. Hiram What do you mean? Mrs. Hiram—l'm just curious to see what Bridget would do with them. Jeweler (excusing heavy charge) That watch was in aa awful condition. Why, sir, two hands have been con stantly on it ever since you lei't it. Customer (dryly)— That's apparent on the face of it. "Of course," said the lady with the steel-bound glasses, "[ expected to bo called 'strong-minded' after making a speech three hours long in favor of our sex, but to have it misprinted into 'strong-winded' was too much." Feuderson—Do you know, I half believe Bass meant to insult me yes terday. Fogg—What did he say to you? Fenderson—He advised me not to visit the Vegetarian club, and it has just come to me that he meant to insinuate that I am a beat. Charitable person to ragged and shivering tramp on a cold day: "Well, my man, I object to giving money,but if you come home with me I will give you an overcoat that will last you through the winter." "Overcoat ! I suppose you want to ruin my busi ness." Pithy Kotorts. "Oh, don't that hay smell delight fully!" exclaimed the summer boarder somewhat ungrammatically, as the New Hampshire farmer drove her near a :iold of mown grass. "Humph!" retorted the farmer, "it smells of hard work." The answer illustrates the grim humor of the New inland farmer of the olden time, whoso hereditary seu tentionsmss restricted him to b. id but strong expressions. Another il lustration of this grim, pithy humor is given in the history of the Massachu setts town of Pelliam. John Harkness, a farmer of that town, while plowing a gravelly knoll, ono autumn day, had halted the oxen to rest just as a gentleman, driving a pair of horses,passed up the high hill road near by. Tho gentleman, stop ping his turnout, bade the farmer good morning and added: "May I ask you one question?" "What is it?" answered the farmer. "What will such land as you are plowing bear?" "It will bear mautire, sir,"answered the farmer; and laying hold of the plow haudles, he started up his cattle. —Youth'3 Companion. A Reign of Terror. A sort of reign of terror prevails in the neighborhood of Candlewood hill, in Grotou, Conu., because of the gathering in the dense wood at the foot of the hill, in consequence of tha wintry weather, of three lynxes. People living in the neighborhood have become so frightened at the sight and sound of these animals that they dare not venture far into the woods. Several per sons have seen the lynxes, which are very large%nd ugly. One man with a gun in his hand was so fright ened by comiug upon them unexpect edly that he ran like a madman for half a mile to a neighbor's house with out stopping, —New York Sun.
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