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VOL. GO.
Rapid Transit.
It was quite late in the afternoon of
a hot July day that the Maxwells' new
turnout arrived at the door for a trial
trip. Mrs. Maxwell had prevailed up
on her husband to invest in a horse and
carriage upon the plea that their stand
ing in society demanded it.
'But the expense, my dear !' ho op
posed.
'Respectability is always more or less
expensive; but in this case it is a ques
tion whether we are to be nobody or
somebody,' she retorted. So he reluct
antly yielded.
It was to Flickem, the livery man,
they were indebted for the solution of
the problem of how to get a reliable
horse lor a small outlay of money. The
horse was guranteed to have spirit—a
"sine quo non" with the lady herself
and to go at a good 'clip' when warmed
up.
'Why didn't you buy a eow.George?'
she said, looking over the animal's
points, and mentally siziug him up.
'He is feajfully and wonderfully made,'
she added.
Mr. Maxwell rubbed his smooth chin
and smillugly quoted the horseman's
proverb : " 'Appearauces are deceitful,
you kuow, Mary,and he may be a great
deal better thau he looks.' "
Mrs Maxwell was critically examin
ing his points from her own view of
such matters; the arched neck,and dis
tended nostrils, and eager eye were all
missing. Her eye followed along the
hollow of his camel shaped back and
rested in disgust upon the rough,
stumpy tail. The legs, without which
in good shape a horse is nothing, were
his redeeming possessions. They were
clean and slender, terminating in well
built and small hoois.
'No spirit ; no speed. He'll have to
be clubbed every step of tin way. But,
as he is here, we'll try him, George.'
They started off at a walk, the horse
retusiug to be urged into a trot by the
gentle persuasion of a chirrup ot the
shaking of the lines over his hack.
'I would not do that,' remonstrated
Mr. Maxwell, as his wife took out the
whip; 'at least uot till we've sized him
up a little.'
*1 sized him up some time ago,' said
the wife, emphasizing her statement
by a quick cut across his flanks.
Dexter responded simply by wagging
his stumpy tail as though a fly had
alighted upou him.
'This is exhilerating, 1 said Mrs. Max
well. frowning at her husband.
'Flickem said lie would go at a good
clip when he got warmed up,' obseryed
Mr. Maxwell, consolingly.
4 0b, is that it I Then I'll warm him
up, for he is evidently not the horse of
the psalmist, that must be 'held in by
bit and bridle.' And the irate woman
proceeded to warm him with the whip.
A very gentle sort of dog trot was
the maximum result of these atten
tions.
'That is his "good clip," I suppose,'
said Mrs. Maxwell, scornfully. 'Let's
go home and get a goat.'
'Pernaps he will do better after a
while,' suggested the husband. 'Give
him a chance.'
The couple had proceeded about a
mile from home when at this juncture
a souud of wheels was heard coming
from behind at a rapid rate. Old Dex
ter was alert in a moment ; his ears
were lain back, his head raised high,
and a sort of tremor seemed to pass
from his head all the way down to his
heels. As the light buggy drawn by a
livery trotter came abreast of the Max
well's, old Dexter made a spring for
ward and was pawing the ground at a
rate that caused the Maxwells to hold
their breath. Mr. Maxwell reached
for the lines, but his wife waved him
off. She straightened up, and leaning
back, braced her feet firmly against the
iron foot-rest, and with a good grip
upon the fines, they were off like the
wind. Her eyes sp irk led with excite
ment and her face flushed with pleas
ure; she seemed to enj >y the brush full
as well as Dexter did. It was only a
short spurt, however ; the buggy drew
up at a saloon, while the driver, a
young man, smiled at the Maxwells.
But, as the sleek bay horse slackened
speed, so did Mack Dexter, and in spite
of Mrs. Maxwell's urging, he resumed
his former dog trot.
'Whew !' exclaimed Mr. Maxwell.
'The man was right, after all. Flickem
said he could go at a good clip.'
'He has some spirit,' said the wife,
arranging her disordered hair aud hat ;
'but a horse without spirit is no better
than a woman without any. I like a
horse that can go ; but I suppose we
shall have always to go out diiving in
company with another conveyance, in
order to get him warmed up.'
A little further on they struck a
straight, level road running parallel
with the railroad track, which is fol
lowed, but a few rods distant,for near
ly two milea.
Dexter was sauntering on leisurely,
ignoring the admonitions and reproofs
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 20., 188 G.
of Mrs. Maxwell, who was trying, in
vain, to awaken him to another burst
of speed, when an engine whistle was
heard screaming in Ihe rear, and tinn
ing his head Mr. Maxwell saw a train
approaching them rapidly from the dis
tance.
'Flickem says lie is not ait aid of the
cars, nor hf anything, in fact,' ho re
marked reassuringly.
'I don't think he is afraid of anything
except an exhibition of his leg power,'
laughed Mrs. Maxwell, but, at the
same time bracing up ready for an em
ergency, and getting a tight grip upon
the reins.
Dexter woke up from bis revery. too,
and all the signs of a coming struggle
were made manifest in his entire frame,
as before. With great, sagacity, and
apparent prevision, as though be had
measured the turf before with such a
rival, he gaye his initiatory spring be
fore the engine was up to him, and Mr.
Maxwell again essayed to assist in hold
ing him in ; but his wife motioned him
off with her head, and retained com
mand. It was like pulling against a
sturdy oak tree, pulling against the
mouth of that horse. Away they went
with a dash, and then Dexter just
settled down to steady work. They
were madly racing with the locomotive
and its long train of human freight.
The grimy engineer was the first to
discover the novel competition in speed
and, leaning from his cab, he gave the
Maxwells an encouraging smile and an
inviting wave of bis sooty hand. The
fireman supplemented the invitation by
waving his red handkerchief, and grin
ning his approval. The engineer put
his hand to the lever and the train shot
ahead, but Dexter was no laggard now,
and he held his own at a point on a line
with the middle of the train.
The interest in the novel race had by
this time extended to the passengers on
the train, and the windows on ilie side
nearest the Maxwells w*re full of ex
cited human beings. There was one
grave and astonished face on the train
looking at them, which Mr. Maxwell
recognized. It was old Deacon Pettit.
Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell were members
in good standing of the church in
which Mr. Pettit officiated as deacon.
'I could never have believed this of
the Max wells, had I not seen it myself,'
he was saying.
Just as Deacon Pettit caught sight
of, and recognized the occupants of the
flying buggy, a sudden jolt had depriv
ed Mrs. Maxwell of her bonnet, which
went floating away to the rear, and she
sat now braced backward tugging at
the lines with a yery red face, her long
hair streaming out like a pennant.
Amidst the cheers of the passengers
and the noise of the train, Mr.Maxwell
sat like a statue, knowing that their
case was hopeless till the road ended or
the train stopped. Glancing ahead,
they saw that the wagon road turned
off short to the left, while the rails
kept straight on. Their only hope was
to be able to turn Dexter to the left
and follow the road. The hoy was
taking out the bars. The J/axwells
were almost at the turn of the road,
and the brute showed no signs of slack
ing or turning.
'George, he is going to take the
fence !' screamed Mrs M ixwell. He's
a hunter I Pull ! pull 1' she cried,
holding the left hand toward him.
'Will the boy never get the rails out ?'
Maxwell pulled as he had been di
rected,and with such strength that the
line parted at the middle splice. But
had he pulled against the fence post he
would haye turned it as easily as lie
could the horse. They were upon the
boy, who dropped the last rail, and the
three rails lay in a heap over which the
buggy bounded high in the air, leaving
Mr. J/axwell's hat at the feet of the
boy, and Mrs.Max well in a heap 111 the
bottom of the buggy. On they sped
across the ten acre lot, and the man,
who had been on the alert, had already
opened another passage way at the far
side into his barnyard. Here Dexter
called a sudden halt, which landed the
couple in a confused mass at the bot
tom of the vehicle.
Had it not been for the noise of the
trains as they neaied the turn in tne
road, the Maxwells might have heard
i Farmer Bates yell to his wife, as lie
ran out and sent his boy Hying to the
bars :
'There comes old Dexter, as sure as
fate.'
To which Mrs. Bates had replied :
'Yes, I knowed he'd take the first
chance he got to come home agin.'
'He 'pears to be in a hurry.too,' said
the farmer, grinning.
Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell presented a
rather sorry appearance at their impro
vised call upon Mr. Bates. Mrs.Max
well was also furnished with a cheap
straw hat to wear home.
'He's a queer kind of hor3e, Dexter
is,' said Mr. Bates. 'Hev you been
buying him, sir ?'
'Oh, no !' replied Mr. Maxwell; 'we
only came out to try him a little.'
'He used to belong to me some years
A PAPER FOR THE HOME CIRCLE
ago, but I guess lie's been through a
good many bauds since I bad him.'
'He has peculiarities,'chimed in Mrs.
Bates; 'but then lie's a wcrry friendly
critter when you know 'im.'
'Yes, hi* is a little eccentric, I have
already noticed,' assented Mr. Maxwell,
rubbing his sore knees, and looking to
waul I)is wife.
The latter burst into laughter, in
spite of l er I ruised and bedragged con
dition. It was some time before the
Maxwells could bring themselves to
face the prospect of another drive be
hind Dexter, but as Mr. Bates gave
them some points about keeping a tight
rein, so that he "could not take the
bit," and also pointed out to tliera a
nother route, quite remote from the
railroad, they dually decided to get
home as soon as possible, and get rid
of the troublesome brute.
They proceeded for a time in silence,
cautiously and with trembling, hoping
that no incentive would come dashing
up from behind to set Dexter 'off again.
Once Mr. Maxwell, upon observing the
old rascal's ears go up, turned, and,
seeing a buggy coming in their rear,
got out and "led him to a fonce, taking
care to secure him with the tie-strap,
and then pretended to be lixing some
thing about the harness as the other
buggy dashed by them at full speed.
Dexter fairly danced with excitement.
'His peculiarities are ineradicable, I
think,' Mrs. Maxwell remarked.
'lie has carried them far enough lor
one trip. I shall be glad if we can get
homo without further mishap,' said
Mr. Maxwell, getting into ihe buggy.
But fortunately their conversation
had thrown them off their guard, and
the unhappy man had hardly seated
himself before Dexter went off with a
sudden plunge that nearly threw them
both from the carriage. They were
entered for another heat, "nolens,
volens."
'Come on I' shouted the occupant of
the fatal vehicb, taking Dexter's start
as a challenge for a friendly brush, and
away they went, pell mell.
Mr. M ixwell, as they were Hying a
long neck and neck, glanced at the
driver of the other buggy, and, to his
chagrin, discovered that he was one of
the largest a.id wealthiest creditors,
and the latter was not very long In
identifying his riv il in the mad race.
•Bad sign that ; Maxwell dabbling in
fast horses. I must keep an eye on his
future transactions.'
Mr. Maxwell waved his hand depre
catingly. and shouted to his friend to
slow up, hoping to end the involuntary
race and to be able to explain matters.
But Dilton mistook it for a confirma
tion of the challenge, and touched his
own horse with the whip, and shot
ahead a few lengths.
Dexter had a most detestable habit
of starting off with a sudden jerk,much
after the Manner of the primitive loco
motives, which gave rise to the disa
greeable necessity of bracing one's
self, and grasping the seat, also his
method of stopping w,s equally abrupt.
This little peculiarity was destined to
make trouble for the Maxwells in the
contest now going on. Coming to a
brook, over which there was a good
bridge, and through which also pissed
a wagon road for the convenience of
watering animals, Dexter seemed sud
denly to become aware of the presence,
on his part, of intolerable thirst. So,
instead ot keeping to the road across
the bridge, he, plunged down the side
road to the brook, where he came to an
abrupt stop by planting his front feet
out firmly in the middle of the shallow
stream. Mr. Maxwell, not being in
that (irmly braced position which his
wife,as driver of the determined beast,
occupied,was thrown out into the mud
dy water,his hands and face filled with
mud, and his heart with rage. The
latter was in no measure allayed as he
heard his wife almost shrieking with
laughter from her more secure and
comfortable perch.
•1 really cannot help laughing,' she
said, apologetically. 'I think I should
have laughed if it had been myself in
the water instead of you. It is only
one of his "pecooliarities," I suppose.'
' 'A horse is a vain thing for safety,"
quoted Mr. Maxwell,as he sat dripping
in the buggy once more. 'lf lam con
demned to ride behind that spasmodic
brute again, I shall insist upon having
him handicapped with a heavily loaded
wagon.'
Mrs. Maxwell had planned a little
garden party for this afternoon, and
her guests were already assembled upou
the grounds awaiting the return of
their hostess. When she left the house
for a drive witli old Dexter, half an
hour was about the limit of time she
had mentally allowed for that pastime;
but fate and the locomotive and sundry
other turnouts, together with the wil
ful brute Dexter, had ordered it other
wise. She was now nervously gazing
ahead at the assembled group watching
the appearance of the buggy, and feel
ing her old and her dishevel
ed hair, gazing also at the wet and
much-bespattered man at her side.
The 'garden party' was a failure for
that day. But to the deacon's wife an
explanation was made which was satis
factory, and which restored confidence
again to tlie troubled heart of good old
Deacon Pettit. Also, to the rich cred
itor's wife, who was one of Mrs. Max
well's guests,a sufficient reason was giv
en for the new departure of the Max
wells in the mater of racing horses.
When rapid transit is lieing discussed
now in the presence of the Maxwells, a
rich color runs riot over Mrs.Max well's
pretty face and her husband always
manages adroitly to change the subject.
'But, Mary, I thought you likeu a
horse with some spirit ?' said her hus
band afterward, alluding to their ride.
'I don't like spasmodic spirit, either
in horse or woman ' she retorted, with
a slight frown ; "nor do I admire any
thing in the way of rapid transit accom
panied by sudden and disastrous stops.'
Heading Aloud.
If you ask eight persons out of ten,
now, they will tell you that they hate
being read to. And why ? Because
from their childhood they have been
unused to it, and used only to such a
monotonous drone as robbed even the
Arabian Nights of half their charm.
The husband,at the end of a hard day's
work, returns home to pass the evening
absorbed in his book, or dozing over
the fire, while the wife takts up her
noyel or knits in silence. If he read to
her, or if he could tolerate her reading
to him, there would be community of
thought, interchange of ideas,and such
discussions as the fashion of two minds
into any common channel cannot fail
lo produce. And it is often the same
when the circle is wider. I have known
a large family pass the hours between
each one with his book or work, afraid
to speak above his breath because "it
would disturb papa." Is this cheerful,
or wise, or conducive lo that close un
ion in a household which is a bond of
strength through life, which the world
can neither give nor take away ? I
cannot blame them, for they all read
abominably ; and it is enough to have
endured the iuficliou of family prayers
gasped and mumbled by the head of the
family, to feel listening to such a deliv
ery for any length of time would exas
perate one beyond endurance.
But it was not always so. In the
last century—even as late as fifty years
ego—reading aloud was regarded as an
accomplishment worth the cultivation
of those (esjiecially those who lived in
the country) with pretentions to taste ;
am] it was consequently, far more fre
quently found enlivening the domestic
circle. There were fewer books, fewer
means of locomotion, fewer pleasures
of winter nights outside the four walls
of the country parlor. The game of
cribage, or the sonata on the spinnet,
did not occupy the entire evening after
six o'clock dinner; and Shakespeare
and Milton were more familiar to the
young generation of those days than
they are now—mainly, I feel persuaded,
because they were accustomed to hear
them read aloud. The ear. habituated
to listen, is often a more safe conduit
to the memory in youth, than the inat
tentive eye which rapidly skims a page.
Tho Ball that Wounded Hanoock.
Dr. W. Read, of Norristown,
thus relates the circumstances of Gen
eral Hancock's recovery from his
wound received at Gettysburg: "J
was medical director of the Pennsylva
nia Reserves, and just before the first
of November, ISGS, 1 came home on
twenty-four hours leave of absence. I
called to see the General, who was in
bed at his father's residence. I found
him very much disheartened. lie had
grown thin, and looked pale and emaci
ated. He said he felt as if he was go
ing to die, and that he had been probed
and tortured to such an extent that
death would be a relief. 1 endeavored
to cheer him up, and as I was about
bidding him farewell lie said : 'Good
bye, Doctor ; I may never see you a
gain.'
'I had my hand on the door knob of
his chamber when he said : 'See here,
Doctor, why don't you try to get this
ball out. I have had all the reputation
in the country at it; now let's have
some of the practical.'
'He was lying in the bed with his
wounded limb actually fixed, and all
the probing had been done with his
leg bent at right angles. The ball bad
hit lliim just below the right groin,
within an inch of the femoral artery,
while he was sitting in the saddle With
his legs distended. I went down to my
office for a probe with a concealed blade
and on my return Dr. Cooper and my
self succeded in straightening the limb
and placing it as near as possible in the
position it was when the ball struck
him. I inserted the probe and it drop
ped fully eight inches into the channel
and struck the ball, which was imbed
ded in the sharp bone which you sit up
on. In a week's time the General was
out on crutches,and in two weeks more
he attended a Masonic gathering at
Odd Fellow's Hall. I forget the cali
ber of the bullet, but it was a big Minie
ball-'
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Furtunes Made in Old Uorks.
'You wouldn't think a man could
make a fortune gelling old corks and
bottles, would you ? Well, I know
a man who bought out a coffin shop
twenty-live years ago and began to
deal iu old corks. Eight years ago
he went into the old bottle business,
and he is now a rich man.' The po
liceman who said this took the writer
down Mulberry street, and a few
blocks below Bleecker stopped before
a rickety old building, in front of
which stood several barrels filled with
bottles of all sizes. There were bot
tles emptied of Vino Vermouth, Pi
per Sec and Rhine wine, of Bass' ale,
claret and stomach bitters. Inside
the shop were seen the necks of a
thousand bottles, ponted toward the
door like little howitzers. They were
pilled up and boxed up and were in
rows on the floor. From the roof
hung dingy demijohns, covered with
cobwebs, and in the centre of the
room was a barrel of old champagne
corks
'How many corks have you sold to
day, Hugh V asked the policeman,
'Eight barrels.'
'llow many bottles ?'
'Seventy-five gros3. You see we
never take the labels ofT, and never
wash the bottles. The men who buy
wine bottles want the labels as well
as the bottles—sometimes want the
labels much more than the bottles ;
but we do not deal in labels. When
a junkman comes in with a load of
bottles he may have twenty different
kinds. We sort them. When we get
a gross of a certain kind we know
where to sell them. A gross of quart
campagne bottles fetches $4.50 ; pints
$2.25. Claret bottles sell for $3.75
per gross, and so do soda water bot
tles. Bass'ale is worth $2.25,. but
for Rhine wine bottles we get $G per
gross. 'Tom' gins and stomach bit
ters go at $4 ; porter and Vino Yer
mouth at $2.25. Apollinaris, quarts,
we sell for $5 per gross, and pints at
$3.25. A gallon demijohn is only
worth 20 cents, but larger beer bot
tles with the patent stoppers bring $8
per gross. Root beer bottles sell for
SO, while ginger ales only fetch $1.50.
We sell Hathorn, Congress and Gey
ser bottles back to the mineral spring
men in Saratoga for 3 cents per doz
en. Most of the small bottles are
bought by catsup and table sauce ma
kers. We don't buy medicine bottles.
We sell very little stock to medicine
men.
'You know a champagne cork has a
sound head and is turned from the
bark. It is not cut out as straight
corks are made. When it pops from
the bottle the head is cut up by the
string and the cork looks like a mush
room. We put them all iu a big ket
tle of boiling water and swell them.
Then they're as good as new. Ordin
ary sound corks sell for twenty-five
cents per gross, but corks from cham
pagne bottles, made with more labor,
bring $2.50. We have bandied e
nough corks in the past twenty-five
years to float the Great Eastern,'
Art emus Ward on Editors.
Artemus Ward, speaking of editors,
says : "Before you go for an editor,
young man,pause and take a big think!
Look around, and see if there is not an
omnibus or some meat cart to driye,
some soil somewhere to be tilled or a
clerkship to be filled—anything that is
reputable or healthy, rather thau going
for an editor, which is a bad business
at Lest. We are not a horse, and con
sequently have not been called upon to
furnish the motiye power for a thresh
ing machine, but we fancy that the life
of an editor who is forced to write,
whether he feels like it or not, is much
like the steed in question. If the yeas
and neighs could be obtained, wo be
lieve that the intelligent horse would
decide that the threshing machine is
preferable to the sanctum editorial.
The editor's work is never done. He
is drained incessantly, and no wouder
that he dries up prematurely. Other
people can attend banquets, weddings,
etc , visit halls of dazzling light, and
enjoy themselves in a variety of ways,
but the editor cannot. He must tenac
iously stick to the quill. The press,
like a sick baby,must not b© left to run
by itself even for a day, or somebody
indignantly orders the carrier- boy to
stop bringing 'that paper. There is
nothing in it ; I won't have it in the
house.' "
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THE LIME-kILN OttJß.
A Discussion About Watoh words—
Days to Oelebr&te, dec.
When the meeting had been opened
in due form Brother Gardner said s
'lt has been suggested by saber a 1
members dat dis club orter bee a
watch-word. We started out wid one
but it somehow got lost in de bashes
an' nobody eber went back too look
fur it. While I has no pertickler ob
jecksbun to a watchword, my exper
ience wid 'em has taught am dat day
has got to be put up in a good deal of
sugar to be of any 'count.
'Liberty or Death* am -a good
watchword, if picked at de right sea
son of de year, but it won *t prevent
butes from wearing out nor chillin'
from cryin* fur bread.
"I once kno wed a man wbo took
de watchword of'Dar Am Room at
de Top.' He kept ft in his pocket all
day and put it under bis pillar at
night. In two y'ars be was in de
poo'house. He found room on de
top floo'.
"I knowed anoder man who 'dopt
ed de watchword of 'Neber Despair.'
It hit him exactly. When his wife
was b'arfut,his chili'en hungry an' his
rent two months behind he put on a
smilin' face an' thought of bis watch
word. He sat on de fence in de sum
mer, an' sot by de saloon store in de
winter, an de las' I heard of him be
was in jail tur six months fur pickin'
up property belongin' to anoder man.
"It ain't in de motto so much as in
de man. You kin shout: 'Upward
an' Onward 1' an' still go down hill
all de time. While I has no inten
shun of bein' personal, I would sug
gest de follerin' personal watchwords:
"Samuel Shin; 'Let Policy A
lone.'
"Whalebone Howker : 'Sell Off
Some o' Yer Dogs.'
"Pickles Smith: 'Laziness am de
doah to States Prison.'
"Trustee Pullback : 'De man who
libs off his nayburs shouldn't growl o
ber de fare'
"Rotunda Jackson : 'De man who
has too much gab am wuss off than a
dumb man.'
"De subject am one which will
keep, an' any of you who am deeply
interested can bring it up at de next
meetin'.
Judge Chewso arose to ask for infor
mation. He had heard dosens of peo
ple inquire why the club did not cele
brate Washington's birthday, and he
would now ask the reason.
"Mo v dan two y'ars ago, sah, "replied
the President rrith considerable auster
ity, "dis club resolved to celebrate but
once %y'ar, an' it was furder decided
to combine Thanksgivin', Christmas
an'NewY'ar's into one gineral holi
day an' call it Thankschrisyear'a. If
members would post up on purceedin's
it might saye 'em mo or less embarrass
ment."
"Doan' we celebrate Fo'th of July ?"
asked the Judge.
"Not as a body. If anybody wants
to drink lemonade, eat cokernuts and
foller a brass band aroun' town dar am
no objecgshuus, but sicb of us as pre
fer to sot down under de plum tree in
de back yard an' feel sorry kin not be
deprived of de privilege by anyackshun
of de club. We will now escape home
wards."—Detroit Free Press.
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