Millheim Journal. (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, October 18, 1883, Image 1

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Words and Needs*
They do tie least
Who talk the most;
Whose good designs
Are all their boast;
For words are dew.
They do the most
Whose lives possess
Tlio sterling stamp
01" righteousness;
For deeds a:e true.
And it the heart
Be pure and good
The life will bo *
Just what it should—
Not dew but tme.
—By James H. Haadley.
"Is it a beggar, Jane?" said Mrs-
Troop. "Oh, don't send the poor
creature away! (Jive him a glass of
milk and a bit of cold beef!"
"Please, ma'am," said Jane, "there
ain't so much as a drop of milk left:
and you gave the last of the beef to old
Gideon Gallup. And besides, ma'am,
I don't think it is a tramp at all. It's
quite a respectable young man. in a
brown linen duster, and a carpet-bag.'*
"Oh!" said Mrs. Troop. "A new
boarder, eh ?"
"Well, ma'am, I ain't quite sure,"
said Jane, discreetly. "Folks is so
"Jane," said Mrs. Troop, mysteri
ously, "I see it all now. It's the
youngest clerk."
"Ma'am?" said Jane, in a bewilder
ed way.
"Oh, don't be so stupid!" cried Mrs-
Troop, who was one of those nervous
New England women who are perpet
ually instinct with electricity, and
who saw and comprehended things by
flashes. "Call Barbara; and make
haste about it!"
Barbara came into the green gloom
of the little pantry, whose window
was thickly shaded with morning
glory vines—a tall, slim lassie, with
solemn blue-grav eyes, brown hair,
and a slow grace of manner which she
must have inherited from the birches
on the mountain-side and the reeds in
the swamp, for other teachers she had
"What is it, mother?!" said she. "I
was emptying the feathers out of the
old pillow-ticks, and —"
"Barbara," said Mrs. Troop, "don't
bother about pillow-ticks! It's the
youngest clerk—he's waiting just over
there in the porch, with his bag. Can
we accommodate him, do you think?"
"Mother," sail Barbara, "what on
earth do you mean ?"
"Why," cried Mrs. Troop, with a
little impatient gesture, "don't you re
member old Mr. Fanshawe, the book
keeper in Browne. Brownson &
Browne's, telling us about tho young
est clerk there, who had the weak
lungs and the small salary? And he
said he'd recommend him here, for his
summer vacation; and he hoped we'd
take him cheap and do what we could
for him."
"Oh!" said Barbara, arching her
prtttv brow. "Yes, it seems to me
now that I do remember something
about it. But, mother, where can we
put him? Every room is full -even
to the two sloping-roofed chambers in
the garret."
"But a poor young man," said Mrs.
Troop, in a distressed voice, "with
hereditary consumption and almost no
salary! Barbara, we never can turn
him away!"
"No, of course not," said Barbara
reflecting. "Mother, I can manage it.
Don't fret any more. Tell him he
may come."
"And high time, too," said Mrs.
Troop, nervously, "with him waiting
there on the porch, and wondering, no
doubt, what all this delay means."
She bustled out, with kindly hospi
tality in her eyes. There, in the pur
ple twilight, apparently listening to j
the song of the whip-poor-wills on the
mountain-side, sat a slender person,
dressed in cool, brown linen, with a j
valise resting on the floor beside him-
How was Mrs. Troop to know that he
had heard every word of the brief col
loquy ?
•'Madam," he said, lifting the straw
hat from his curly head, "I—"
"Oh, yes, yes!" said Mrs. Troop; "I
know all about it. Your name is
Browne—with Browne, Brownson &
Browne. Mr. Fanshawe told me all
about you. You are the youngest
clerk there."
"Madam, I—"
"It isn't necessary to explain," kind
ly interrupted Mrs. Troop. "We'll
give you a room and board for two
dollars a week. I can't promise you
Rhe dainties they have at the Chocoma
■douse, but everything shall be elea n
lid wholesome. Mr. Fanshawe knew
■would be interested in you, because I
■d lost a son of about your age."
■'lndeed, Mrs. Troop, I am very
Hlch obliged to you, but—"
wHere comes my daughter Barbara,''
Ihe sUlhrim 3ounuil.
DELNINGEK fc BUMILLEU, Editors and Proprietors.
said Mrs. Troop, evidently desirous to
abbreviate the newcomer's thanks.
"Barbara, this is the youngest clerk.
His name, 1 believe, is Browne."
Barbara let her soft, blue-gray eyes
rest upon his tired face for a second,
with the most angelic sympathy.
"Is your cough very bad this sum
mer?" she asked. "Oh, 1 hope the
mountains will do vou good! How
long a vacation have you -two
weeks ?"
He smiled.
"Vou are very kind," he said. "The
firm will allow me to be gone as long
as 1 like.
| "And your salary u ill go on just the
"And my salary will continue just
the same."
" That is what I call real generosity, *'
said Barbara. "Oh, 1 should like to
j thank Messrs. Browne. Brownson A
Browne. Well, come in. Our little
cottage is full of boarders, but mv
mother and 1 will contrive to make
room b r vou somewhere."
And the pale boarderslept that night
jU a little rose-scented room, with a
strip of bright rag carpet on the lloor,
hand-painted china vases on the wood
en mantle, and cheap muslin curtains
at the window, after a supper of I'lack
caps and milk, delicious home-made
bread, fresh honey and johnny-cake.
"Two dollars a week for such fare as
this, to say nothing of my cunning
little corner room!" said Mr. Browne
to himself. "L never boarded so cheap
ly before in all my life."
At the end of a week he was more
than delighted with his summer home.
Mrs. Troop was the kindest and most
motherly of hostesses; Barbara was
the impersonation of sweet and graciou s
refinement. The mountain was full of
purple glens, merry-voiced cascades'
winding footpaths and breezy heights.
Mr. Browne enjoyed himself intensely.
He believed that he had come to tho
right place.
"Don't you think." said Barbara to
her mother, "that he's very strong for
a consumptive?"
"it's that herb-tea, and the diet of
honey and new milk that is building !
him up," said Mrs. Troop, triumphant"
ly. "1 never knew it fail yet in lung (
diseases. But he's very pleasant,
Barby, isn't he?"
"Very!" said Barbara, earnestly.
Mr. Browne had not been a month
at the little cottage on the mountain,
when, overtaken by a sudden shower,
lie took refuge in an old, unused barn, j
not far away from the house, where a ;
thicket of blossoming elderberries con
cealed the rule stone basement, and a
veteran yellow pine tree llung its ban
ner of black-green shade over the
mossy shingles of the roof. Unused,
except to stow sweet hay in—and in
one corner a little'chamber had been,
finished off, long ago, with a brick j
chimney an l a tiny-paned lattice. The ;
door was half open, and Mr. Brown e !
could discern a littl* cot-bed, draped
with white; a dimity-covered toilet
stand, whose coarse, cheap bowl and
pitcher were enriched with purple and
crimson autumn leaves in hand-paint
ing, an I a little needlework rug which
lay at the foot of the bed.
"Ah," said Mr. Browne, to that best
of confidants, himself, "I comprehend
it all now! 1 have displaced Maderaoi- !
selle Barbara from the little corner i
room in the cottage. Upon my word,'
I feel like a usurper! But how good;
they are, this mother and daughter, i
whose only income is derived from
this precarious occupation of taking
summer boarders! How unselfish,how
utterly self-sacrificing! There are
good Samaritans yet left in the world,
thank heaven!"
When September came, with its yel
low leaves and its clusters of vivid
blue asters on the edges of the woods,
Mr. Browne prepared to return to the
"You are sure you are strong enough
to resume work?" said Mrs. Troop,
"Mother," said Barbara, "lie isn't at
all like an invalid. Either old Mr.
Fanshawe was mistaken, or else Mr.
Browne has made an almost miracu
lous recovery."
Just at this instant Jane came to
tell Mrs. Troop that neighbor Jackson
was at the door wa ting to borrow a
drawing of tea
The gentle widow bustled out; Mr.
Browne turned to Barbara.
"Yes," said he, "I am going to return
to New York. But I shall leave
something behind me."
"We shall be very happy to take
charge of anything for you," said Bar
bara, who was sorting over red-cheeked
pears for preserving.
"Shall you? But you don't know
what it is, Barbara," suddenly lapsing
into extreme gravity, "it is my heart.
I am driven to confess that I have lost
it—and to you."
"You are joking!" cried Barbara,
coloring and 'ialf-disposed to be indig
"I never was more serious in my
life," asseverated Mr. Browne. "I do
love you, dear little Barbara, truly and
tenderly. Do you think you could
dare to trust your future to me? Boor
as 1 seem, 1 could yet give you a good
"Uh, 1 am not afraid of that," said
Barbara, with rising color and droop
ing eyelashes. "1 have been brought
up to be independent, yoh know, and J
believe I could earn a little money by
art work, if ever 1 hud the chance, li
—if you really care for me—"
"My own darling!"
"Then —yes, I do love you!"
So Barbara was wooed and won.
"Of course, tho dear little mother
must live with us," said Mr. Browne*
"1 couldn't do without her!"
Mrs. Troop, who had once more
joined the group, looked puzzled.
"Is it a fiat," said she, wistfully.
"No. I occupy a whole house."
"But dear me!" cried the mother-in*
law-elect, "isn't that rather extrava
gant ?"
"1 think not," said Mr. Browne, scri"
"But must you really be married at
"I should like to carry both Barbara
and you back to the city with me,'
said the lover.
"Anil poor Jane? Though, of course,
it would be out of the question for
Barbara to keep a hired girl?" hesitat
ed Mrs. Troop.
"Oh, Jane must come, too," said Mr.
Browne. "Bring her with you, by all
means. We can manage it somehow.
To tell you the truth—"
"Well," said Mrs. Troop, eagerly.
"I am a fraud and a delusion," con
fessed Mr. Browne, while Barbara
raised her soft eyes in amazement. "1
am not the youngest clerk in tho lirm
at all. The youngest clerk went out
to Bermuda,at the expense of the tirim
last spring. I hope he is doing well in
that climate. This man was Ferdi
nand Brown. I am Augustus
Browne, the youngest partner."
"But however came you here?''
eagerly questioned Mrs. Troop. "Didn't
Mr.Faushawerecommend you?"
"Not at all. I came to the hotel.but 1
it was full; and they thought that per
liiipi; I could La pr.ix ided tor <it Mis.
Troop's cottage until there was a va
cancy in the Chocoaia House. But
when the vacant*}* came I didn't care
to claim it,"
"So you are not poor at all!" said
Barbara, in a low voice.
"Not in your sense of the word, per
haps; but 1 shall be poor indeed,
sweet Barbara, if I have forfeited
your favor," he uttered fervently.
"Nor consumption ?"
"No. nor consumption," he admitted.
"You have been deceiving us a)
"Yes, 1 have been deceiving you all
along," said Mr. Browne. "But,
under the circumstances, do you see
how I could help it?"
"It is very strange," said Barbara.
"I ought to be thoroughly indignant
with you; but somehow—somehow I
love you more dearly than ever."
Mrs. Troop could hardly believe her
own ears. A palace in Fifth avenue;
a double carriage driven by two fine
gentlemen who wore choicer suits and
glossier hats than the parson himself; 1
double damask napkins, with mono,
grams embroidered on them, at every
meal; egg-shell china; all the luxuries
which she had dreamed of, but had
never known! And all these gifts be
stowed by the hand of the poor young
clerk whom sho had undertaken to
board at two dollars a week because
lie was alone and friendless, and for
whom she had saved the choicest
slices of honeycomb and brewed the
most invigorating herb tea!
- "One often reads of these things in
novels,"said she; "but how seldom they
come true in real life!"
Kind, siliipte-hearted Mrs. Troop! If
she had been a student of the great
"novel" of Human Nature, sho would
have known that we are all of us living
romances at one time or another-
And why not? Is not the world
always full of love and youth ?
He Took the Hint.
Mr. and Mrs. Jones were starting for
church. "Wait, dear," said tho lady,
"I've forgotten something; won't you
go up and get my goats off the bureau ?"
"Your goats," replied Jones; "what
new-fangled thing's that?" "I'll show
you," remarked the wife, and slie sailed
up stairs and down again with a pair
of kids on her hands; "There they
are," said she. "Why, I call those
things kids," said the surprised hus
band. "Oh, do you?" snapped the wife
"well, so did I once, but they are so
old now, I'm ashamed to call them
anything but goats." Then they
went on to church. The next day
Jones' wife had a half-dozen pairs
new gloves in a handsome lacquered
box of the latest design.
IK nuit I flee tie (- of lln Homo of thr 4'i.n r
of All Hi" lliiKhlnn.
A letter to the San Francisco Chronir
<7. from St. Petersburg says: Scarce as
money is ;uid po ir as are the mass of
people, there is enough to keep up a
certain style, especially m royal
palaces and public buildings. Thanks
to tho courtesy of (. M. Hutton, tho
United States vice consul general, who
was in charge of tho consulate, we ob
tained permission to go over the win
ter palace, a favor not always granted
to strangers. It is a huge building of
brown stone and -covers a large area,
each of the sides (it is neaily square)
measuring some 150 feet; but it is not
more than ninety feet high, and tho
heavy cornice that forms an almost un
broken line round the top still further
detracts from tho height. Placed on
this cornice are a largo number of
statues, which it requires no great
stretch of imagination to conceive to
be persons endeavoring to escape from
destruction by the way of the roof, so
jumbled up are they with the chimneys.
The general effect of tho building,
which only dates from 1830, would be
poor were it not for its size, which, to
some extent, makes up for want of
architoctual grandeur. The interior is
.also devoid of any special architoctual
features, and there is no grand stair
case. It is simply a huge square box f
divided up into rooms, but some of
these are truly magnificent, and when
tilled with the flower of Russian so
ciety, as they are at state receptions
during the winter season, must look
grand indeed. Peter's throne-rooni f
with silver chandeliers, red tinted
walls, and highly decorated dome l
union hall, with gilded columns ; the
throne-room with its massive marble
pillars and gold chandeliers and the
plate-room, with crystal chandeliers and
trophies of gold and silver plate against
the walls and stands sloping up to the
very ceiling, are all imperial apartments
in every sense. The succession of re.
ception rooms and corridors is also
most imposing, although the paintings
of battle scenes, where carnage and
rapino are depicted in all their horrors
with a monotony that becomes ;dmost
nauseating, seems to be hardly adapt
0(1 to excllltiiVo toJvr* ivinmc in
tended for gay assemblages, and they
must form a ghastly contrast to bright
'oilets and glittering jewels, and fair
womanly forms.
The visitor is escorted through hall
after hall decorated with almost barbar
ic magnificence, and as each one is
taken under the charge of a fresh at
tendant, attired in gorgeous imperial
livery. The place, which at present is
quite unoccupied—as the emperor re
sides at another palace some distance
up the Newski prospect—fairly swarms
with servants, who are all well dress
ed and courteous and extremely idle*
having apparently nothing else on
earth to do excejit to stand or walk
about in the empty apartments, which
are seldom trodden by any other feeU
Here and there is to be seen a
superior officer, in full uniform, evi
dently in charge of some part of the
building, and at one point we sudden
ly tame upon two Cossack sentinels,
armed to the teeth and standing
motionless on each side of a doorway-
This was the entrance to the room con"
taining tho crown jewels. Our attend
ant inserted a key, two heavy iron
doors swung open, and we were usher
ed in. The room was almost bare,
with the exception of some glass-top
ped cases, si ch as are used at museums
for manuscripts and objects of interest*
which stood near the walls, and two
central stands, but when tho cloths
which covered them were removed, the
sight was dazzling. In the side c;ises
was a collection of tiaras and aigrettes
and pendants, in brilliants and rubie a
and pearls. The central stands bore
the crown regalia; the emperor's
crown, a huge mass of diamonds of the
purest water, surrounded by an extra
ordinary uncut ruby; the empress'
crown, somewhat smaller, if possible
more brilliant, anil the sceptre, bearing
on its top tho celebrated Lazaroff dia
mond, of which the story is told that it
was stolen from an Indian temple and
carried off concealed in a cut in the leg
of its purloiner. Compared with these
Muscovite gems all others that I have
ever looked on are dull and small-
One thing in the picture-gallery of the
palace was remarkable, and that is the
absence of peculiarly Russian worthies
whose portraits covered the wall 3.
There were faces of strictly English
type, Swedish faces in small
and German faces of any quantity,
but Russian faces none, and no one
could guess that he was surrounded by
the likenesses of men by whom the
great northern power had been built
up. It is very much the same to-day.
The leading men here are quite differ
ent in appearance than the mass of the
people, so different that they might
well belong to another race. They
have, many of them, fine features and
noble forms.
Holland, writes W. A. Croffut, was
originally a sort of archipelago—a vast
sea made shallow by the alluvium
washed down from Central Europe
through the changing channels of great
streams. Its area was equal to that
of Massachusetts und Connecticut.
Hero and there tho sand and mud
washed level with the surface of the
water, and on this trembling mass the
people clustered, and grew precarious
food, and fought ever for firmer foot
ing. Now they drove back the ocean;
now the ocean drove them back and
drownod them out. For many years
they have slept on tho battle-field
with weapon in hand and armor on,
never relaxing effort and never feel
ing for a moment secure. The inces
sant combat lias made them a robust,
patient, vigorous and overcoming poo
pie. But tho victories have not beeD
all on one side. Every ten years or so
the savage sea would storn. the forti*
float ions and drown 10,000 or 20,000 ol
the farmers. Then, where the sand
dunes were too low for defense, the}
built a great system of dykes, reaching
far beneath the tides and far below (
tho wonder of the world. Still the
brigand Mouse would steal through its
walls, or the Zuider Zee would burst
its prison, or the barbarian sea would
leap its barriers, and there was a do.
structive inundation about once in
seven years for centuries. Onee 75,-
000 people were drowned, at another
time 100,000 —a slaughter three times
as great as that at Waterloo. More
than once since that great battle was
fought 20,000 Hollanders have been
swept away in a single overflow. But
the survivors were obstinate. They
drove back the sea and rebuilt their
villages. They strengthened the do.
fences along the coast and erected
windmills upon them, which incessant
ly pumped out the water and poured it
into the sea. They put the rampant
rivers in strait-jackets of solid mason,
ry, divided them so they would bo
harmless and taught them docility.
Then they constructed walls
around the great lakes, and started
windmills on theui. In this way they
have reclaimed more fertile land than
there is in the state of Uhode Island.
It was likft dr;iinin2 lake George. An
enterprise is now on foot to build a
dyke across that groat inland gulf, the
Zuider Zee, pump the lower half dry
and expose to the sun a vast area of
arable land. It would be below the
level of the sea, of course, but the
Dutch farmers are accustomed to plow
below the level of the keels of the
ocean steamers oIT the coast Signifi
cant, indeed, are the arms of Holland
—a lion swimming in the sea.
Heavy Theft.
The St. Petersburg Viedomosti re
ports that the summer palace of the
czar at Peterhof was a few nights ago
entered by burglars, who successfully
eluded the vigilance of the spies, de
tectives, soldiers, servants and dogs
employed to guard the building, and,
having broken down doors, safes
cupboards and boxes, made off with
a vast quantity of very valuable
booty. Among the valuables stolen
are a number of gold and silver
medals, an immense amount of jewel
ry belonging to the empress, and the
curious dishes iu which the peasants
brought bread and salt to the late
czar at the time of the emancipation
of the serfs. The police have since
arrested about a score of suspicious
persons, but it appears to be tolera
bly certain that the thieves are still
at large.
'Brave Officer.
"Old Benbow," whom the 'beau
Ben"of faithless Sally Brown "fought,"
as recorded by Hood, was an admiral.
His last and most celebrated battle was
fought off Carthagena with Admiral
l)u Casso in 170:*. lie was left by his
captains, wdio were afterward shot, to
carry on the engagement alone, and ho
continued the fight, remaining on the
quarter deck, although his leg had been
shattered by a chain shot, until the
French sheered off. The admiral of
the enemy's lleet wrote him a letter
three days after the battle, saying :
44 Sir—I had little hopes on Monday liist
but to have supped in your cabin ; yet
it pleased God to order it otherwise.
lam thankful for it." Bendow died
of his wounds in two months.
A Cool Wave,
The old gentleman met him at the
door, almost before Hernandez' hand
had left the bell-knob, and with one
courtly gesture of his paternal hand
waved the young man in the general
direction of the front gate. Hernan
dez obeyed, with infinite tact and
courtesy, remarking, as he moseyed
down the deserted street, that he knew
the signal service had predicted a cool
w r ave from the northwest, but he had
no idea it would get along so soon.
Terms, SIOO Per Year in Advance.
Words are the key of the heart.
Affection is the broadest basis of a
good life.
Ungratefulness is the very poison
of manhood.
Wo are never as happy nor as un
happy as we fancy.
It is a good rule to be deaf when a
slanderer begins to talk.
A woman who wants a charitable
heart wants a pure mind.
Wo have suflicient strength to sup
| port the misfortunes of others.
The utility of virtue is so plain, that
the unprincipled feign it from policy
The great event of to-day is usually
but a trille in the memory of to-mor
Borrowed thoughts, like borrowed
money, only show the poverty of the
There is very little that we do
in the way of helping our neighbors
that does not come back in blessings
on ourselves.
It is with narrow-souled people as
with narrow-necked bjttles; the less
they have in them, the more they
make in pouring it out.
If a man empties his purse into his
head, no man can take it away from
him. An investment in knowledge
always pays the best iuterest.
Love is the most terrible, also the
most generous of the passions; it is
the only one that includes in its
dreams tho happiness of some one
Every duty well done, doubtless
adds to the moral and spiritual stat
ure. Each opportunity eagerly grasp
ed and used is ihe key to larger
Music is the harmonious voice of
creation; an echo of the invisible
world; one note of tlie divine concord
which the entire universe is destined
one day to sound.
If a man does not make new ac
quaintances as he advances through
life he will soon find himself left
alone. A man should keep his friend
ship in conutuot repair.
It oral Routine.
There must be a good deal of same
ness in the dailv routine of existence
after all. I was struck with this in
the park yesterday while observing the
Princess of Wales as she was driving
along the sweep which extends from
the Marble Arch to the Oxford-street
entrance to the park to the gorgeous
statue of the Princo Consort on the
Kensington side. In response to the
bows and salutations of the assemblage
she.bows her head, first to the right
and then to the left continuously
There is almost no cessation in the
exercise. It is a part of her duty in
life. And the bow is a study—a won.
derful medium between listlessness
and cordiality. The features remain
quite smileless ; there is no suspicion
of the smirk of the popular favorite of
the footlights for instance. But tlie>
eyes are full of interest as they light
on every passing face, and it is im
possible to entertain a doubt that one
has been bowed to, distinctly and di
rectly, by the princess. That is what
so enchants people—not only people iu
a certain position in life, but the poor
people, the hard toilers of the busy
town, who stop on their way to have
a look at the dear princess. There
seems almost as keen a look of interest
in them upon her face as she sees in
theirs concerning her. No one can see
her without feeling an admiration foi
her. But one who looks beneath the
surface of things must know, although
so well dissembled, that this is only
acting out the royal part It cannot j
be that Alexandra really feels the in
terest ber features indicate in even
passing stranger who bows to her in
the park. And it must he a consider- t
able deprivation to her in the way of
talking to those who accompany her—
this constant bowing. Yesterday her
eldest daughter was with her, and also
one of those cousinly grand German
duchesses—semi-royal—over on a visit.
The ladies were reduced to helpless
silence, for so continuous was Alex
andra's bowing she could not find time
to talk to them, and no doubt it is con
trary to etiquette for lesser lights to
converse with each other when the
great one can take no part. How
simple and elegant Alexandra's toilets
always are! Always so neat, compact
and trim! During the hot weather
she has been wearing simple washing
prints to the park. Yesterday the sky
was slightly overcast and she was ap
propriately dressed in black silk with
small brocaded flowers in natural
colors. She wore a tiny white lace
bonnet, with black spotted net veil.
Her appearance of girlishness is one of
the most marvellous charms of this
stainless princess.
If mibacribers order the diocontiinmlloo of
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NO. 11.
Yoa know when friends are parting
And hearts must say good-by,
II iw oft they kiss, long linger,
And how they woep and sigh.
You know whon we two parted,
With jest and idle laughter,
The sadness and the ttpra
Come to ns long years alter.
When sickness and when sorrow
Stole hall our lives away,
Ah, then we still remembered
Car laughing, loving day.
Then came a thrill ot gladness,
Like gleaming trorn above;
II half our life bore sadness,
O '-hall, at least, was love.
-11. Bewail.
"No more reflections, please," said
the looking-glass, after it had tumbled
It is very unlucky to have thirteen
at a table, particularly when there is
only enough to satisfy the appetite of
ten. *
An Ohio dentist has devoted him
self to active politics, probably on the
ground that his calling has fitted him
for "taking the stump."
A young bride, on being asked how
her husband turned out, replied that he
! turned out very late in the morning
and turned in very late at night.
A fortune awaits the man who in
vents a penholder that you can't stick
into the mucilage bottle, and a muci
lage brush that won't go into the ink
"Nerve!" said the young man to his
friend, "why, Jack's got a heap of
nerve. He wasn't embarrassed a bit
the first time he went to a barber's
shop to get shaved."
"Mamie says you can't come to see
her any more," said a boy to his
sister's admirer. "Why not?" "Be
cause you come to see her seven
nights a week now, and how could you
come any more?" Silence was the
only answer.
"Is Dr. Calomel v(\y successful in
his practice?" "Very; he has cleared
over $20,000 the last two years." "In
deed! But has he lost any patients?"
"Only those who have died. Of
course*, tliov could be of no help to him
any longer.*" "Of course not.
A young lady reading in a news
paper the other day of a girl having
been made crazy by a sudden kiss
called the attention of her uncle, who
was in the room, to that singular oc
currence, whereupon the old gentle"
man gruffly demanded what the fool
had gone crazy for. "What did she go
crazy for?" archly asked the ingen
uous maiden; " why, for more, I sup
Ireland's National Color.
Ireland may be said to be an emerald
isle and green enough in a great many
ways, but the flag of that country is
uot green, but blue, if any respeot is to
be paid to traditions or heraldry or the
actual facts in the case, whatever sort
of emblem may be commonly used.
The green banner is the result of popu
lar belief of several centuries'duration,
but the old books tell a different story.
T here was a Duke of Ireland, says the
Pall Mall Gazette, in Richard H'a
time, Robert de Yere, Duke of Ireland
and Marquis of Dublin, to whon the
king granted a coat of augmentation,
"awire, three crowns or, with a border
argent." In Edward IYs time the
arms of Ireland were such a problem
for the heralds that commissioners
were sent to investigate and to report*
Tho commissioners pronounced that
the arms of that kingdom were three
crowns in pale. A drawing in the
British Museum settles the question.
The drawing was made in the reign of
Queen Elizabeth, or, at least, registered
the colors as they existed in her reign.
The national flag appears then to have
been a harp or with strings argent on
an azure ground. Thus in early times
the national flag was certainly blue.
An Insult to the Profession.
A prominent physician was heard
using very uncomplimentary language
about a certain butcher.
"Why is it," asked a friend of the
doctor, "that you abuse that butcher
so much? You are everlastingly say
ing mean things about him."
"I've got good reason to talk about
him. Last winter I owned a fat pig.
I gent for -that butcher to kill and
dress it. He did so, but what do yon
think he told me when I wanted, to
know what his bill was ?"
"I have no idea."
"Well, sir, that butcher patted me
on the back and said: 'Never mind
about the Mil, doctor, we are in the
same business, you know, We pro
fessional men must help each other
otit' I was so mad at the fellow I
could have—"
"Prescribed for him," added the doc
tor's friend.