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Bellefonte, Pa., August 9, 1889.
Sus—
AND BENJAMIN BEGAT RUSSELL.
Wreath round my head a gloria,
Put in my hand the bun;
I've dined with Queen Victoria,
I am the President’s son.
My pull at home, my pull abroad,
Are big beyond comparison ;
And as for Blaine and Platt, good Lord,
They're boys to Russell Harrison.
Talk not of the sydority
Of the Scotts and the McKees;
By an imriense majority
T beat them, if you please.
1 give to pals and college chums
Good evidence material,
That fattest office easiest comes
To friends of the Prince Imperial.
Let envious, mephitical
Foes at me rage and cuss ;
Safe is my strength political,
There are no flies on Russ!
The slings and arrows splenetive
Thrown at me leave no scar;
I trust the philoprogenitive
Instincts of my papa.
.
Against my cheek’s strong garrison
All iale comes attack ;
I'm Harrison of Harriron,
And have the inside track.
The press, I scorn the gab in it ;
What's all it’s talk to me?
I'm stronger than the Cabinet,
And even Baby McKee.
When, ripe and ripe the apple is,
1 pluck it from the tree ;
Nizam of Indianapolis,
My father’s otherest Me ;
Powerless is party muttering
My comfort to annoy, ;
Or change the fact I'm uttering;
I am the White House Boy ! .
—New York Sun.
C—O,
MY FIRST INTERVIEW.
My college days were over. Alma
Mater had done with me, and in a
week I should occupy a desk inadingy
law-office, and enter upon a profession
in which I was expected to make a
great figure. . : i
My grandmother Briggs, in writing
to the family, declared that ‘Albert
knew enough and had left college;”
and secretly I coincided in her opinion.
I have spent many years since that day
in discovering that I knew nothing to
speak of. But the college graduate re-
cently launched upon the world always
believes that it holds very little more
for him to learn.
My “education,” in fact, constantly
boiled over; and I was continualey in-
structing people who probably knew
more than I did on the subject under
discussion.
In this frame of mind, with a new
wardrobe, and plenty of money in my
pocket, I left home. I was to board
with an old friend of my mother’s who
received me as a favor into a strictly
rivate family ; and I confess that when
a that it numbered upon its list
several yourg ladies, I pictured myself
as making conquests; for I had no
more doubt of my powers of fascination
than I had of my erudition.
As I took my seat in the train, I felt
a contemptuous pity for the poor, igno-
rant souls about me—for the fat man
with the luncheon in a greasy news:
paper; for the dandy with a single eye-
glass, and the plain, blunt-featured me-
chanic with his tools in hisbag. Even
the prosperous business man convers-
ing with a friend concerning stocks
filled me with emotions of contempt ;
for he was troubled by an occasional
desire to murder the Queen's English.
And I should have liked to have posed
the Methodist clergyman, who was
traveling with his wife and a large
family—all twins—with a Greek quota-
tion or two. In fact, I fancied that
every one ought to know that he was
in presence of Homer P. Jenks, A. B.,
a graduate of College, and a
young man who, in the opinion of his
grandaunt Briggs, ‘knew enough.”
Possessed by the idea of my superi-
ority to common mortals, 1 reversed
the seat before me, placed my baggage
upon it, put up my feet, opened a vol-
ume, the cover of which proclaimed
that it was no light novel, and fell to
reading. However,the day was warm,
the book a sedative, and I shortly
closed my eyes “to restthem.” , Natur-
ally, the next thing to do was to fall
asleep. I did it; and only awakened
when the train came to a pause, and a
dozen passengers bustled in.
I knew that some of them stopped
and looked at the three seats which I
had appropriated to myself in connec-
tion with my own. But what were
all these common folks to Homer P.
Jenks, B. A. etc. Ikept my feet up.
I didnot move my parcels and portman-
teau from the cushion. In fact, I took
no notice of them whatever.
Suddenly a voice nttered these words :
“Please move vour feet; I want to sit
down.”
The tone was autocratic. I had a
good mind to say “No,” but somehow
courage failed me. Therefore, I slowly
put down one foot after another, folded
my arms, and stared at nothing with
an air of supreme contempt, while the
lady squeezed herself in, pushed my
bag to one side, placed her own where
. it had stood, and made herself general-
ly comfortable—at the same time mak-
ing room for an old gentleman of very
modest aspect, who was more polite
than she, and said, “With your kind
permission,” as he took his seat.
As for the female—I called her fe-
male mentally—she wore a long cloth
cloak that covered her from head to
foot, and a thick blue veil over her face.
In her arms she carried a pug dog, with
that hideous and derisive black wrinkle
across the nose which makes one fancy
that a demoniac spirit dwells within
the swollen little body of the queer
creature. Pugs are my detestation,
“An ugly old maid |” Isaid to myself.
“A very intrusive old person!” And as
at this moment, the mild old gentle-
man looked amiabiy toward me, it oc- |
women who desired the suffrage with
extreme rancor.
Having finished this subject I began
upon woman's vanity. I declared that
it lasted-as long as life did—that no
woman was too old or plain to believe
that she made conquests. Then, hav-
ing expressed my opinion on females
who carried dogs about in public, and
1s vished upon them the affection they
should have reserved for their infants,
I launched into a little lecture on
“Woman,” and denounced her as an
inferior animal.
All this time the mild old gentleman
listened as to one who speaks with au-
thority, and merely replied with a ‘nod
or smile, a yes or no. He evidently ap-
preciated my conversation, but the in-
trusive female whom TI desired to anni-
‘hilate simply g ggled, and that very de-
risively.
This irritated me so much, that by
way of revenge I opened the window
and stuck my elbow out. It was very
windy and extremely cold, but I bore
the discomfort bravely until the female
in the seat before me,after giving sever-
al coughs, shivering and wrapping a
shawl about her person, tnrned the
blue veil toward me, and delivered her-
self of these word : ¢
“Shut that window !”
It was not a request; it was a de-
mand.
I felt under no obligation to reply
politely.
“If you feel a draught, madam,” I
said curtly, “ycu can change your seat.
There are others vacant in the car-
riage.”
“There is one over there that would,
I should say, be more comfortable,”
said the old gentleman.
The woman instantly arose, carrying
her poodle with her, but leaving her
bags and parcels where they were.
“Ah, these women,” said I to theold
gentleman. He shook his head. There-
upon gexsidering him my partisan and
being willing to confer a favor upon
him, I began to instruct him in the ele-
ments of several of the sciences, giv-
ing him such information as the good
uncle in the boy’s story book always
gives to the little nephew when he
takes him out for a walk.
No doubt, I thought, this plain far-
mer or country storekeeper would gath-
er from my conversation much with
which to employ his mind during the
lonely winter evenings. I felt benevo-
lent and beamed upon him, and re-
marked :
“If you do not comprehend anything
1 say, mention it, and I will repeat it
in simpler language.”
Whereupon he replied :
Yes, yes; I shall not hesitate, never
fear.” It was worth while instructing
this old gentleman. I told him so when
I shook hands with him and left him.
I sent my trunk to the house where I
was to board, and went to a restaurant
for dinner. I had several little things
to see to, and they took the best part of
the day.
Towards evening I made my way to
the dwelling which was to be my home
for some months at least, and found
the servant just opening the door for
the postman. She knew me, for I had
often visited my friends, and said :
“Go right 1n sir; they are all in the
back parlor.”
I obeyed the suggestion. The car-
pet was soft and my footsteps inaudible.
A portiere was drawn between the two
rooms.
On the further side a very merry
conversation was going on, and the
company had just joined in a tremen-
dous peal of laughter.
“I thought I should die,” cried a
high, clear, feminine voice. “I really
thought I should die. I never saw
such a bear in my life, and then to hear
him instructing papa—,,
“He meant well,” interpolated a
mild, masculine voice, “and, really, if
I had not known that water preferred
to run downhill, that the moon was an
exstinct planet, and that positive proof
had been obtained that the world was
round, and that an eclipse of the moon
was caused by the earth's shadow
upon it, how pleased I should have
been to hear aboutit I”
Another peal of laughter followed;
strange misgivings beset me;I was about
to retire without announcing myself,
when the voice of the servant behind
me, crying: “Sure, Mr. Jenks, why
didn’t ye go in ?” brought my hoscess
to the portiere.
“Why, Homer,” she cried,*how mys-
teriously you must havearrived. I am
so glad you came to-day, for I have
friends with me you will like to
meet, and I am sure they will appreci-
ate you,” and with her kind hand npon
my arm, she led me into the back par-
lor, saying as she did so: “Professor
X——, allow me to present my young
friend, Mr. Homer P. Jenks. Miss
Lesbia, permit me. Homer, Miss Les-
bir X—."
In those days I reverenced very few
people ; but Professor X , the emi-
nent scientist, was one of those few. I
had heard of him often. The thought
of an actual introduction to him, of
having the honor of a little conversa-
tion with him, would have filled me
with gratification at any other time,
but as I stood before him, and he arose
and held out his hand, and I recognized
the mild old gentleman to whom I had
imparted so much instruction, I de-
voutly wished that the floor would
open and swallow me.
As for Miss X , she held a hid-
eous little poodle in herlap,and I knew
at once that she was the lady of the
blue veil whom I had treated so caval-
ie ly; although, now that the veil and
ulster were removed, I saw that she
w s a very beautiful young woman—in
fact, the loveliest I had ever beheld.
Good breeding withheld them from
curred to me to use him as a vehicle |
for the expression of my opinion as to
dressed, and then in monosyllables, |
ersons of her age and sex. Consequent-
y I nodded, and said, “Warm?”
He said, “Yes, for the season.” And
thereupon I began an oration. An old
maid, I fancied, would have strong-
minded tendencies, Thereupon, to in-
furiate her, I commented upon those
any manifestations of their feelings. !
Mine were inexpressible. 1 retired as
speedily as possible to. a corner, and
during the evening only spoke when ad-
with “sir” and “madam” attached, and ,
all night long I wanted to die, not oun-
ly because of my absurd exhibition be-
fore the professor, and my rudeness to
his daughter, but because I felt that in
her charming person I had met the
. mister.
one woman to whom I could have
given my heart. Infact I had given it.
I had fallen in love with her.
The X-——s remained with my
friends a fortnight. I have since heard
that people who met me during that
time spoke of me as the most modest
young man they had ever known.
It was a long timelbefore Miss Lesbia
forgave me, and I bore a great deal of
gercasm with deep humiiity before she
turned to me one day and said frank-
ly:
YiDo you know, you are not half as
bad as I thought you, after all, Mr.
Jenks.” :
On the day of their departure, after
Professor X had bidden the others
adie, he came to me and held out both
hands.
“Come to see us,” he said. “You
are getting over the bad effects of a col-
lege education very rapidly. It took
me five years to doit.”
Then we shook hands.
“It was some time before I found
courageto accept the invitation, but at
last I did so, and it is now fifteen years
since Lesbia and I were married.
ET ——————"
A Common Scold.
The activity of her tongue and the
capricious character of her temper have
gotten Mrs. Mary Brady, of Hudson
county, New York, into considerable
trouble. Her neighbors, who have suf-
fered from her “tongue lashing,’ declare
that she is a common scold, and upon
that charge she has been indicted. A
combination of uncontrollable temper
and tireless tongue is not a modern de-
velopment. The termagant is of ancient
origin, and the people of early times de-
vised laws for her punishment.
An old English idea was to take the
scolding woman to the most convenient
river or pond and give her a good duck-
ing. From the crude and ill-regulated
enforcement of this plan was finally evol-
ved the ‘ducking stool,” a device which
facilitated the operation of ducking, and
served as a concrete and inteiligible
warning to the habitual scold. Tt was
constructed on the ‘‘see-saw’’ principle,
a chair being attached to one end of a
board which worked on a pivot fixed in
a post, planted in the ground at the edge
of the shore. The scolding woman, being
strapped into the chair was soused up
and down into the wa er until she beg-
ged for mercy and promised to control
her tongue.
The ducking stool act was imported
from England, and has never been re-
pealed in the county in which Mrs. Bra-
dy isto be tried, and under the law she
is liable to a ducking. But whether
this punishment will be inflicted is doubt-
ful. The ducking stool has not been in
use for nearly 100 years, and the fact
that it was at last abandoned without
effecting the suppression of the scolding
women seems a confession that it is not
entirely available for that purpose.
Perhaps, indeed, there is no perma-
nent cure for the common scold.
Blackberry Cordial.
The Philadelphia Ledger,
“Household,” gives the following:
Blackberry cordial is among the im-
porn bottles for the medicine shelf.
t is such a simple and palatable astring-
ent that it holds the cure of many long
continued diarreeas and disorders of the
digestion, and the fruit acid is particu-
lary wholesome when hot weather sets
up a [complication orliver troubles.
Now and for several weeks to come is the
opportunity to make up this easily pre-
pared tonic. Coddle the blackberries in
a tall stone jar that is set within an iron
kettle, put sufficient hot water in the
kettle, but none in the jar. ‘When the
fruit has cooked quite soft strain it
through a thin flannel bag, first wetting
the bag thoroughly in het water. To
each two quarts of the juice add one
pound of sugar and one-half ounce of
each of the following ground spices:
Cloves, cinnamon and allspice, with a
half ounce grated nutmeg. Boil spices,
syrup and sugar together, the spices in
a thin mull bag. Skim the syrup until
it begins to look rich. About fifteen
minutes is sufficient time. ‘When cold
add ome pint of whiskey or brandy
(whiskey is just as good, as all that is
wanted is the amount of alcohol to pre-
serve the cordial) to this proportion of
fruit juice. Put an additional half-
pound of sugar into the cold syrup after
adding the whiskey. Bottle immediate-
ly and cork tightly. Instead of the
other spices you may use cloves and
nutmeg alone, in increased quantity. A
tablespoonful of blackberry cordial for a
grown person is the dose.
in its
Longfellow and Children.
The great poet was always fond of
children. He loved not only those of
his own family, but all the little folks;
and there were many children who vis-
ited him often, and were always enrter-
tained by Mr. Longfellow with great
kindness. Mrs. Annie Fields gives an
extract from her husband’s diary which
tells how one of the poet’s small friends
tried to show his affection ina practical
way. “I remember there was one little
boy of whom he was very fond, and who
came often to see him. One day the
child looked earnestly at the long rows
of books in the library, and at length
asked,“ Have youjJack the Giant- Killer?
Longfellow was obliged to confess that
his great library did not contain that
venerated volume. The little fellow
looked very sorry, and presently slipped
down from the poet's knee and went
away; but the next morning Longfellow
saw him coming up the walk with
something tightly clasped in his little
fist. The child had brought two cents
with which Longfellow was to buy a
Jack the Giant Killer of his own.
Wuy He Dip Nor Sray.—Young
Fitzpeter (waiting for Miss Gusher to
come down) tos Johnny—*Your sister
has some very pretty flowers in the bay
window, Johnny.’ Johnny (who is al-
» ways around)—“Now you're talking,
She told Miss Bustler yester- |
| said, “and I like you.
day that she'd like to add you to the
collection.” ritzpeter (delighted)—
“Ah, how clever! What sort of flower
did she propose to call me?” Johnny
--“A monkey plant.” When Miss
Gusher comes down to receive the caller,
Johinny is alone, trying to tack the
cat's tail to the floor.—Drakes’ Maga-
ze.
Catching a Big Horn Alive.
The Only Instance on Record. of This
Very Remarkable Feat.
“There is only one instance in record
of a man actually capturing and holding
by his unaided strength a wild Rocky
mountain sheep,’ said A. P. Horton, an
old Montana ranchman, “and that ap-
narently impossible feat was performed
by a Pennsylvanian named Frank _'.
Baker. Any one who knows anything
about the big horn sheep of the Rockies
kaows that, generally speaking, it would
be about as easy a thing to get his hands
| on one of the wary and agile animals as
it would be to grab a streak of lightning.
In the first place, to get within even
long rifle range of a big horn, unless by
accident, is something that the most ex-
pert mountain hunters have been able
to do only by the greatest strategy, the
severest toil and great risk to life and
limb, to such almost inaccessible fast-
nesses does the sharp eyed,keen scented,
sure footed big horn retire with ease at
the first indication of danger. The ani-
mal is instinctively suspicious, cautious
beyond any animal that lives, and pos-
sessed of marvelous powers of speed and
skill in making its way over places that
are inaccessible to the most nimble foot-
ed of any other American beast. The
Rocky mountain sheep is the chamois of
this continent. I have known a hunter
to follow a big horn for two weeks, day
after day, until he had trailed it almost
to the clouds on the breast of the Sierras
before he managed to get it within reach
of his rifle. For this reason the capture
of one of these sheep in a struggle at
close quarters must stand as one of the
most extraordinary of physical feats.
Although it was only five years ago
when it was accomplished, big horn
sheep were then comparatively plenty in
Montana. It isn’t likely that one could
be found to-day within a thousand miles
of the spot where Baker distinguished
himself with this particular one.
“Baker had a cattle ranch near Boul-
der, Mon. He was not out hunting the
day he captured his sheep, but came up-
on it suddenly at the foot of a sloping
bank, which was crowned by an almost
perpendicular cliff twenty feet high.
Baker was accompanied by one of his
shepherd dogs, which had been trained
for hunting. The sheep bounded up the
sloping bank, closely followed by the
dog. The high cliff cut off its flight up
the mountain, and on reaching it the big
horn took in the situation at once and
turned on the dog. Standing with its
rump against the cliff the sheep present-
ed its formidable front to the dog. The
dog was wise enough to keep out of reach
of the tremendous battering ram the
sheep wielded one blow from which
would have smashed the skull of a buffa-
lo bull, but kept the animal at bay by
safe and noisy maneuvers.
“Baker quickly took in the strategic
points of the situation, and made up his
mind that by a bold and risky movement
he might be able to do what he had
never heard of any man doing before,
and that was to make the big horn his
prisoner. He sneaked around and gain-
ed the summit of the cliff, and climbed
along it until he was directly above the
big horn, which was still standing on
the defensive against the dog. Without
waiting to calculate on the probable re-
sult of his attempt, Baker jumped from
the ledge and alighted astride the sheep's
back, and throwing his arms around its
neck locked his fingers together and
brought all the pressure he was capable
of to bear on the big horn’s breathing
place. The instant Baker struck the
sheep’s back the big animal lost 211 in-
terest in the dog, and made two or three
tremendous bounds along the hill, and
then threw itself on the ground and roll-
ed over and over down the bank. In
that brief but terrific journey Baker
was stripped of nearly all his clothes and
was mashed almost breathless, but he
held on to the sheep like grim death.
The dog took an active part in the
struggle,but the sheep paid no attention
to him, putting all of his energy into ef-
forts to loosen himself of Baker’s bur-
den.
“The yells that Baker set up, and the
noise made by the dog, were heard by
one of Baker's men at the ranch, a
quarter of a mile away. The struggle
between Baker and the sheep had taken
them some distance from the hill, and
they were in sight of the ranch. The
hired man grabbed a gun and hurried to
the scene of the struggle. Baker was
naked, bleeding, and covered with dirt,
but he shouted to his man, when he ar-
rived breathless on the scene and was
about to send a bullet through the big
horn, not to shoot, but to go back and
get a lariat. Baker was bound to bag
that sheep alive or not at all. By the
time the man got back with the lariat
Baker, sheep and dog were all about in
the same state of exhaustion. The man
threw the noose over the big horn, and
the capture was insured. It was about
all that Baker could do to get back to the
ranch, and the man, with other help that
had arrived, got the sheep to the ranch
and penned him up.
“Baker was several days getting over
the effects of his fight with the big horn.
His intention was to send his prize east,
but finding that thesheep persistently re-
fused to eat or drink, and was visibly
dying in its captivity, he ordered the
animal set free. In less than a minute
after regaining its liberty it had disap-
peared among the rocks far up the side
of the mountain.” —New York Sun.
A Jupee’s Courrsuir.—The short-
est courtship I ever heard of was that of
an eminent jurist. He was on his way
to hold court in a town when he met a
young woman returning from market.
“How deep is the creek and what did
you get for your butter?” asked the
{ judge.
“Up to the knee and ninepence,’” was
the answer, as the girl walked on. The
judge pondered over the sensible brevity
of the reply, turned his horse, rode back
and overtook her.
“I liked your answer just now,” he
1 think you
make a good wife. Will you
marry me ?”’ She looked him over and
said: “Yes.” “Then get up behind
me and we will ride to town and be
married.”
She did get up behind and they rode
to the court-house and were made one.
It is recorded that the marriage was 2
pre-eminently happy one. —New York
Press
would
Repeating History.
In the days of slavery, the old-line ab-
olitionists believed in persistent agita-
tion though there were but few of them
—we mean those who were open and
outspoken abolitionists. In 1848 there
was just enough abolitionism that had
gradually and unconsciously crept into
the Democratic party to poll over a
hundred thousand ‘free soil” votes for
Van Buren in New York State and de-
feat Cass, and elect General Taylor, the
Whig candidate for President.
Then, in 1850, the slave power politi-
cians of the South and their allies of the
North, both ‘Whig and Democratic, con-
cluded to put a stop tothe abolition agi-
tation by repealing the Missouri Com-
promise and enacting the Fugitive Slave
Law. That in both the Democratic and
‘Whig national conventions of 1852 was
formally pronounced a final settlement
of the slavery question, and the edict
went forth through the newspaper or-
gans of both parties that the slavery
question, being settled forever and ever,
shall never again be agitated or talked
about above a low whisper!
But notwithstanding the apparent su-
premacy of the slave power, such men
of nerve like Chase, Wilmot and Sum-
ner stepped forth from the Democratic
ranks, and Stevens, Giddings and Gree-
ley from the Whig ranks and declared
to all American mankind that the slav-
ery question was not settled forever and
ever. Instead of successfully choking
down the issue, the bold, defiant and
aggressive steps taken by the slave pow-
er in 1850 only gave fresh impetus to
the sincere anti-slavery element, and
the organization of the Republican party,
on an anti-slavery basis, became inevit-
able—though delayedseveral years by the
Know-Nothing cyclone of that time.
Only ten years later the slavery question
was really settled, absolutely and for-
ever, and in a manner that is found re-
corded as part of the history of the late
war. The result was more sweeping
and radical than even the most hope-
ful abolitionist ever expected to realize
in hisday or generation. It was the
aggressive movement that became the
last straw on the camel’s back and fore-
ed the issue upon the American people.
There is a slave power to-day, just a
quarter of a century after the abolition
of chattel slavery, that is yet more op-
pressive than chattel slavery ever was
in its most absolute and offensive form.
It demands nothing less than absolute
subjugation of the entire laboring and
individual business interests, and the
building up of the most arbitrary money
oligarchy on earth, even in the name of
American patriotism and under the hyp-
ocritical pretense of special and warm-
hearted love for the very dear people!
Finding that even the simple, modest
and “free soil’ proposition to give our
people and their industries the benefit of
free wool and the other raw materials
was refused by orders from the olig-
archy, the latter took it irto their heads,
as their pro-slavery ancestors did in 1860,
to finish up and silence the annoying
“Tariff Reformers” by constructing one
tariff protected monopoly trust after an-
other until every industrial interest shall
have surrendered and be at the mercy of
the monopoly power, and the majority of
the people reduced to a condition even
worse than the Russian serft. That is
just what is going on now. ' The trusts
arealready too numerous to mention, and
yetonly a few days ago even the salt of
the earth bas fallen into the clutches of
the aristocracy and every salt-eating
American white slave must pay his share
of the many millions a year to pile up
vet more fabulous money wealth upon
their rulers !
‘We are not without strong hope and
belief that we are rapidly approaching
the eve of a popular uprising that will,
even by the simple and peaceful use of
the ballot, eall an emphatic halt, on injus-
tice and oppression and sweep every
semblance of money inflated aristocracy
from political power, if not from the face
of the earth. Assure as the sun rises
and sets the popularrevulsion 1s coming.
The bread eaters, the beef eater, the cof-
fee drinkers, the sugar eaterss, and all
who buy salt to flavor the potatoes they
eat, and who buy this, that or the other
article of life's necessity that finds its
way to market under the auspices of the
monopoly trust combination, will and
must wake up and join in the coming
popular protest. And when the revul-
sion does come, there wil! be no halting
at the free raw material half-way house,
but nothing short of absolute and un-
conditional free trade and equal rights
for all will then satisfy the popular de-
mand. The people are very slow to
move, but when once they do move they
move like thurnder.—North Carolina
Democrat.
A weeping peach tree is one of
the curiosities ot Denison, Tex. It is
visited by many persons daily. At
times a perfect mist or spray surrounds
it A number of superstitious persons
think that spirits operate upon the tree.
A leading Spiritualist visited the tree
last Sunday, and thought that a seance
would explain the mystery. The ne-
groes attach considerable significance to
the name of the variety of the peach,
which is known as the Robert E. Lee.
The most ignorant declare that the spirit
of the dead Confederate chieftain is op-
erating upon the tree. After dark they
give the neighborhood a wide berth.
James Wallace, a negro who has been
afflicted with inflamatory rheumatism
for the past two years and bed-ridden
most of the time, was impressed that the
fluid from the tree would effect a cure.
He was sponged with the fluid, and said
he felt much relieved.
——Dnr. S. P. Richardson, of Athens,
Ga., comes to the front with a cat story.
He tells of three or four kittens being
found in a certain house one morning,
and there was a little difference among
the children of the family as to how the
stock could be divided. While the dis-
cussion was going on the old M:ltese
cat came in, and this ended the discus-
sion, for each member of the family
could now have a cat of their own. In
the course of a few hours a gentleman
living seven or eight miles distant came
in, ard in a little while the old cat came |
in and hopped on the stranger's knee. |
The gentleman stroked the cat, and dis- |
covered that she belonged at his home. |
The old cat had become offended at the |
mistress of the home and had removed
herself and her whole family the dis-
tance of seven miles.
Fashion Fancies.
—S8ilk shoes and stockings of the same
color as the gown accompany ball and
evening toilets.
—The newest blouses are made of
washing silk, trimmed with stripes of a
figured border.
—Hosiery worn with low walking
shoes should be the color of the shoes,us-
ually, of course, black.
—A cloth mantle for children is made
with a yoke, the skirt portion gathered
to it, and pinked all round. It is inex-
pensive and picturesque.
—Lace and embroidered skirts of last
summer may be worn this year by ar-
ranging them as tunics, mounted at the
top with a casing with colpred ribbon
run through.
—Many ladies have their traveling
dresses made with contrasting waist-
coats, which may be changed at will,
thus allowing a variation of custume
when trunks are not available.
—A pretty empire poke for country
wear is of green straw, the brim faced
with green velvet, three or four shades
of green ribbon being bunched on the
crown, holding a cluster of large white
daisies
—Very ladylike and dainty costumes
tor summer are shown, made of a hand-
some quality of Bengaline or Surah, fig-
ured with small devices over grounds of
of gray, amber, terra cotta, strawberry,
reseda, pale olive and old rose.
—Watteau draperies, as well as the
straight styles, are employed for India
and Burmese silks, and they are trim-
med, according to the use for which they
are indicated, with velvet revers, etc, or
with quantities, more or less, of creamy
lace.
—The new fancy straw head-cover-
ings show all sorts'of fancy designs. In
many of the bomméts and round hats
they are arranged in what is known as
“row and row’ braids, these showing
very chic and pretty effects in color and
device.
—There is certainly nothing in the
jewel or floral kingdom which can quite
take the place oflaceas a personal adorn-
ment. All do not look well in either
jewelry, or ribbons, or flowers, but the
softening and beautifying powers of lace
is almost magical.
—Princesse dresses of ‘‘oyster-shell”
white satin are favorite gowns with
wealthy dowagers. These are draped
with crepe de chine, also in oyster-shell
white, which new shade has a gleaming
silvery-gray tint with no cream whatev-
er in its reflections
— Corduroy is to be the ‘material
of the autumn and winter, and itis now
being made up into evening ‘cloaks
which completely envelope the figure,
reach to the hem of the dress, and fit in
the back, the collars rounded and stand-
ing up about the throat.
Embarrassing to the Girl.
A young woman brought a ringto a
jeweler the other day and requested him
to reset the stone, which she said was
loose. She spoke of it as a diamond sol-
itaire. The jeweler took the ring and
said he would attend to it. As the cus-
tomer was leaving the store the jeweler
called her back and said: ¢This stone
is glass, ma’am—I want you to under-
stand that.”
The young woman colored up and
exclaimed with wrath in her voice: It's
no such thing—its’s a real diamond.
Glass, indeed !”’
«Excuse me, ma’am,’’ politely rejoin-
ed the jeweler, “itis nothing more than
a piece of common crystal or glass.
There is no doubt whatever about it.”
“But it was a present given to me last
Christmas by a very dear friend who
wouldn't think of giving me a sham
diamond,’’ the young woman persisted.
“I'm sorry, ma'am,” replied the jew-
eler: ‘“somebody’s been deceived very
likely, but this stone is absolutely worth-
less; a chip of glass.”
Well, the young woman argued still
further about thering and insisted it was
very valuable, and at last took it away
with her saying that she would take it
somewhere else to be repaired. She was
nearly in tears when she left the store.
After she had gone the jeweler said to
me: “I did not want to hurt that girl’s
feelings, but when a ring of that kind is
given to me to be repaired I always
make it a practice of having it clearly
understood that the stone is valueless.
If I did not I should run the risk of
having that young woman come back
after she had discovered the stone was
not a diamond and accuse me of chang-
ing iv in the resetting. Such a [charge
was once made against me under eir-
cumstances of this kind, and since then
I have followed a cautious policy for
my own protection. That girl was hon-
est, I’ve no doubt, but I can not afford
to take any chances.”— Pittsburg Dis-
patch.
An Old Circus Rider Bows Out.
William B. Carroll,who was undoubt-
edly the oldest circus performer in the
country, died on Sunday at his home in
West Chester village, at the age of 74
years. He was familiarly known in the
profession as “Uncle Barney’’ Carroll.
There does not live to-day any one who
was associated with him in the old time
circus business. His life was an event-
ful one. He was born in Knuoxville,
Tennessee, in 1815, and when 12 years
old,ran away from his father’s farm and
! joined a small circus company.
Carroll was in active service as a
rider and leaper as late as 1876, when he
was with the Van Ambergh show. At
that time he was 61 years old. His last
service was with the Forepaugh show as
ring master in 1878. In his latter years
he was as active and muscular as ever,
and had many pupils in the noble art
of circus riding.
Probably no circus man in the world
ever had such a company of pupils as
Carroll had last winter, when he instruct-
ed the gentlemen performers in Mr. J.
M. Waterbury’s amateur circus at West
Chester. Under his tuition Robert Pot-
ter, Joseph Potter, Thomas Havemeyer
and Lorillard Harriman learned very
difficult feats in bare-back riding.
Carroll hud general charge of that fa-
mous performance. On his seventy-
fourth birth-day, last March, while in-
structing Mr. Waterbury’s performers,
the old man mounted a bare-backed
horse and performed a number of diffi-
cult tricks, to the intense astonishment
of all beholders.
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