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Bellefonte, Pa., August 16, 1889.
WITH THE VIOLETS.
Her hand ie cold; her face is white:
No more her pulses come and go;
Her eyes are shut to life and light;
Fold the light vesture, snow on snow,
And lay her where the violets blow.
But not beneath a graven stone,
'1'o plead for tears with alien eyes;
A slender cross of wood alone
Shall say that here a maiden lies
In peace beneath the peaceful skies.
And gray old trees of highest limb
Shall wheel their circling shadows round
To make thefscorching sunlight dim .
Theat drinks the greenness from the ground
And drop their dead leaves on the mound.
When over their Donghs the squirrels run,
And through their leaves the robins call,
And, ripening in the autumn sun,
The acorns, and the chestnuts fall,
Doubt not that she will heed them all.
For her the morning choir shall sin
Its matins from the branches high,
And every minstrel voice of spring
That thrills beneath the April sky
Shall greet her with its earliest cry.
‘When turning round their dial track,
Eastward the lengthening shadows pass,
Her little mourners, clad in black,
The crickets, sliding through the grass,
Shall pipe for her an evening mass.
At last the rootlets of the trees y
Shall find the prison where she lies,
And bear the buried dust they seize
In leaves and blossoms to the skies—
So may the soul that warms it rise!
If any, born of kindlier blood.
should ask, “What maiden lies below #”
Say only this : “A tender bud,
That tried to blossom in the snow,
Lies withered where the violets blow ”
—Oliver Wendell Holines.
A COTTAGE IN THE WOODS.
One afternoon, many years ago, two
young men, a gentleman and his valet,
made their way through a thick forest
in France; behind them rode two serv-
ingmen. The gentleman was the
Count de IL., who was on his way to
the wedding of his eldest brother, and
who carried with him, as a wedding
gift from his grandmother, who was too
old to take the journey, a valuable cas-
ket of family jewels. The serving-men
were a sort of body-guard, for the roads
were dangerous and infested with nob-
bers, and the whole party carried pis-
. tols about their persons.
“The air is growing chilly, Fran-
cois,”’said the gentleman.*“We are miles
from any town. I do not like to sleep
in the open ajr, but what are we todo?
When once the sun sets we shall be
obliged to cease our journey. Riding
all night would be nothing, but fo en-
camp in such a place will be very dis-
agreeable. I thought we would have
cleared the woods before sunset.”
“We have mistaken our road, sir,”
replied the valet. “That turn we made
was a wrong one. But it has seemed
to me lately that I have seen a blue
smoke rising through the trees. Any
shelter, however poor, would be better
than nothing. There may be a char-
coal burner’s hut near by. At least,we
will ride toward the smoke.”
Following Francois's advice, the
count changed his course, and soon
they were rewarded by seeing a clear-
ing in which stood a small house, from
the chimney of which the blue smoke
was slowly rising.
As the feet of their horses smote the
ground a stout woman of forty ran out
of the door, and, looking at them, made
a civil courtesy to the count, and re-
quested to know what she could do for
“My good dame,” replied the count,
“we have lost our way in the woods,
and do not wish to sleep our of doors.
If you can give us any sort of shelter
we will be thankful. If to this you
could add something to eat, we should
be happy people, and we will pay well
for what you give us.”
The woman made another courtesy.
“As for that,” she said, * we are not
tavern-keepers, and do not know how
to entertain gentry; but we can give
you some simple food—a few eggs,
bread and milk; and the gentleman
can have a clean bed, and his attend-
ants plenty of hay in the barn. There
are only two poor women here—myself
and a poor deafand dumb girl—a ser-
vant, if one can call such a poor, help-
less creature by that name. My good
husband took her out of charity. He
is very kind. We are both too charita-
ble for our own good. But what can
one do when there are so many poorer
than one’s self? Alight and walk in.
I will make you some coffee, if you
wish. Itis not always we have some
coffee in the house. [ am afraid you
are not used to such a poor place, mon-
“It is a charming place, madam,”
replied the count, “I thank you for
your hospitality. How peaceful the
spotis! How different a home here
from one in a crowded city!
“Oh, yes, monsieur,” sighed the wo-
man. “I pray never to live in a crowd-
ed town where there are frightful peo-
ple who do all sorts of wicked things
every day. Here we are honest as we
are humble ; we never dream oflocking
our doors at night. If monsieur has
something valuable in bis portmanteau,
he might leave it on the branch of a
tree. The poor honest men hereatouts
would never touch it. As for my good
husband, the only time he ever whip-
ped one of our pretty little boys was
when he took a red apple from neigh-
bor Brun, the charcoal burner. To be
sure, Father Brun said “no matter,”
but it was the principle my husband
thought of. ‘Let the great and rich prey
on each other, child,’ he said, ‘the poor
must be honest and brotherly.’ ”
“He must be a good man, that hus-
band of yours,” said the count.
“Oh, so good and pious,” said the
woman. “Butl must go and make
the coffee ; no, my little deaf and dub
servant is no. used to it.”
“What a superior person for her sta-
tion,” said the count, as she departed. |
“What an Arcadia is here. I should!
like to remain here all my life, Fran
He lit a cigar and went out beneath
the trees to smoke it. The two hired
men lit their pipes further away. Fran-
cois, who had always a desire to have
a finger in any pie, followed the hos-
tess, to help her prepare the meal. In
ten minutes he returned, however ; his
face was very solemn, and he ap-
proached his master.
“Sir,” he said, “I have made a dis-
covery : Our angelic hostess is a fiend
in the kitchen. As I went in I saw her
box her little maid's ears. The poor lit-
tle thing cried out. Then our angel
abused her. Evidently the girl can
hear, and T am sure she can speak, for
she cried out: ‘Oh, don't! don’t! as
the blows fell.”
“But what motive could a woman
living alone in the woods have for say-
ing her servant was deafand dumb, if
she was not so? Iam willing to be-
lieve that all men are liars, but there
must be a motive for the lie.”
“I don’t know what to think, sir,”
said Francois, “but another thing; for
a woman living alone there are a good
many hats and guns about.”
“We may have misunderstood the
woman,” said the count.
“Well, you have not seen her beat
that little one, as I have,” said Fran-
cois. “She is about 16, and a great
“Perhaps she has lost her senses,and
it is necessary to correct her,” said the
count. “I cannot think ill of that
amiable woman. Remember the prin-
ciples she expressed.”
Francois shook his head.
Soon the woman appeared, and with
a sweet smile and a low courtesy invit-
ed the gentleman to enter.
“My men can eat under the trees,”
said the count, “Francois, you may sup
Francois bowed low. The two en-
tered the low room. A neat table was
spread with exceilent though simple
food. As the hostess handed his cup
the count said :
“You live here alone, madam ?,’
“A great deal of the time,” said the
woman. “My husband and my sons
find work ata great distance sometimes.
I am never sure of them. Forinstance,
I do not know whether they will return
to-night or not. But in this honest
place I have no fear.”
Francois looked at the portmanteau.
“There are thieves everywhere, I be-
lieve,” he said.
“Qh, monsieur, how badly you think
ofthe world!" said the woman. ‘Sir,
when you wish to sleep I will show
you your poor little bed-room, which,
however, is clean.” And she took her
knitting and seated herself near them.
At this instant a strange thing hap-
pened. At the door behind the woman
appeared the pale and haggered face of
a young girl. Horror was written upon
it. She made signs to them to
be si'ent, and then went through a
strange pantomine. Resting her head
oa her arms, she assumed the attitude
of one wlio lies down to sleep. Then
suddenly frowning savagely she appear-
ed to lift an imaginary dagger in the
air and stab some recumbent person
with it, pointed to the room above, to
the uncgnscious hostess, and before she
glided away, made signs which seemed
to say “Depart.”
“What did this mean ?”’ the count
asked himself. “Was she mad ? Had
she some meaning in her actions?”
Francois touched his master’s foot
under the table in warning to keep si-
lence. The count finished his meal.
The woman gathered the dishes to-
gether on a tray.
While she was absent Francois said
to his master :
“Sir, there is something wrong.
me at least sleep in your chamber.”
The count laughed.
“I think the poor girl iscrazy,”
he said; “but you may do as you
Night fell over the forest. The wo-
man lit a candle, and remarking that
the servants were well placed in
the barn, and that there was room there
for Francois, offered to show the count
his resting place.
“But I also must go with you, mad-
ame,” said Francois. “I never leave
“Just as you please,” said the wo-
man, but her face changea.
She led the way up the narrow stairs
and opened a door which led to asmall,
clean room, with a trap in the roof,
and only one window.
“Sleep well, sir” she said, and de-
“Good, honest soul I” said the count.
“How grave you look, Francois I"
“Sir,” said Francois, “as I stood at
the door I felt my hand touched. A
letter was slipped into it. I am anx-
ious to know its contents. It was the
girl who gave 1t to me, I know.”
“Perhaps the deaf and dumb girl has
fallen in love with you, Francois,” said
the count. “Let me see the letter.”
Francois held the candle. The count
took from his hand a scrap of paper
hastily covered with writing in pencil,
and read as follows :
“Gentlemen, you are in danger. This
is a den of thieves and murderers. ‘1 he
men are hidden in the woods. There
are twenty of them. Knowing the value
of what you have with yon, they will
not spare you.
“A year ago I stopped here with my
father. 1n the night they robbed and
murdered him. They spared my life,
but for how long I do not know. TI am
not dumb, but they threaten me with
death if Ispeak. I dread to see another
murder. I warn you at every risk.
“Escape and pray for my soul. The
men are now in the kitchen. At mid-
night they will attack you. I swear
this is true.”
“Good Heavens!” erid the count, “is
this the raving of a maniac, or are we
really among robbers?”
“At least, I will see if the men are
here,” said Francois.
He glided out of the room. On the
stairs he met the hostess.
“Madame,” he said, “my master de-
sires a glass of water.”
“I will get it,” said the woman.
“Oh, that is troubling madame too
much 1” cried Francois followlng her.
He approached the kitchen door.
Near it croached the girl. The woman
seized her by the arm and dragged her
into the kitchen with her. Francois
saw the scowling faces of rough, beard-
ed men within. But as the hostess re-
turned with some water, she said
“I sm very hoppy. My dear hus-
band and my good boys have returned
to-night, and so hungry aftertheir hon-
est work. Excellent men.”
“1 thank you, madame,” said Fran-
cois, as he ran upstairs.
“The robbers are there,” he said to
his master. “They outnumber us by
many. The forest paths are unknown
to us; we cannot get our horses with-
out detection ; those poor fellows in the
barn will be murdered. What shall
“Let me think, Francois,” said his
master. “If we appear to suspect any-
thing, our doom is sealed. Go down
boldly ; tell the woman that one of the
servants has the key of my portman-
teau ; go to the barn and warn them.
Let them saddle the horses quietly,and
Jeud them to the entrance of the wood.
Meanwhile if possible, tell the poor girl
to steal out of doors and hide herself.
We will take her with us. It will be
eesy enough to jump from this window,
and midnight is a long way off.”
Half an hour afterward the two men,
having fastened the door and the trap
in the rooflet themselves and the per-
mantezu to the turf below.
In the woods they found the trem-
bling servants and their horses, and as
they mounted a shiveriag little figure
crept from the bushes, led by Francois.
“Mount behind me, mademoiselle,”
he said. “God helping us, we are safe
They rode through the woods all
nigat. When day broke they saw they
bad followed a road which led to a
large town, and were safe.
That day a party of armed police,
led by Francoisand the count, descend-
ed upon the hut in the forest ; but they
found it deserted. Nothing remained
but the wall. Under the innocent look-
ing turf, however, they found the dead
bodies of several murdered travelers.
buried as they had been kjlled, in their
ordinary garments. It was evident that
the girl had spoken only the truth.
Returned to her relatives, the beauty
and freshness of this poor young crea-
ture soon returned, and ho one would
have known her when,a few years after,
she stood before the alter of the church
of Notre Dame, the happy bride of the
young nobleman whose life she had
saved by her timely warning.—N. Y.
A Battle of Bucks.
A Fiercely-Fought Fight Witnessed by
a Huiter in a Maine Forest.
“I came to the foot of ‘alittle hill and
sat down for a few minutes to listen,”
writes a correspondeat to the Lewis
ton Journal. “I had hardly taken a
seat before I heard just over the hill a
sound that resembled - two pieces of
heavy board being slapped together
with great force. As I had never heard
any sound like it when in the deep for-
est, I was greatly puzzled to know what
it was. But I was not kept long in sus-
pense, for I heard asudden rushing,and |
on looking to the top of the hill 1 saw
two large bucks suddenly whirl around
and bring their heads together with
gleat force. Again and again did they
draw back and spring at each other so
quickly that the eye could scarcely fol-
low them. } os
They were of nearly equal sizey and
the noise of the blows could be heard
nearly a mile away. Though they
were within easy range, I did not fire,
as I was very anxious to see the end of
this remarkable combat. = At one mo-
ment one would be on his knees, and
you would think it was all over with
him ; but the next moment he would
throw off his wary antagonist and send
him headlong over some old log or
root. Bat so fierce a struggle could
not last long; and it seemed to come to
an end by one of them turning and to
all appearances wishing to give up the
contest. He leaped away, followed
by his foe, who showed that he still
wished to continued the fight. They
circled around the top of the hill, the
foremost but a few feet ahead. All of a
sudden he turned and came down the
hill, nearly toward me. I raised my
rifleand prepared to enter into the
I was checked by one of the most re-
markable stratagems ever performed
by an irrational animal. As they were
coming down the hill with great speed
the formostone suddenly turned around,
lowered his head, and, as the other was
leaping high, he caught him under the
breast, raised him clear from the ground
and pitched him headlong down the
hill! He fell directly on his head,
pitched over, and fell upon his back.
As if aware of his danger, he made
sirenunous efforts to recover his feet,
but his foe was too quick for him, and
ere he was haltup he struck him a fear-
ful blow in his side. I saw one sharp
horn enter near the shoulder. The
blood flowed from the wound and he
Falling Two Miles.
A Young Aeronuat's Thrilling Expe-
The performance of Professor Mal-
vern Hill Allen, the young aeronaut,
at Providence, is considered one of the
most remarkable in the whole history
of balloon ascensions. He started from
Providence on his aeriel trip in his
new ballon, “What Cheer,” which
has a capacity of 24,000 cubic feet, at’
4:30 in the afternoon. The crowd
about the anchorage at Crawford street
bridge gave roundsof cheers as the
great golden ballocn, with its gayly de-
corated car, rose quickly up through
the damp air. Higher and higher it
went, until it became a mere speck in
the sky, and drifted off to the eastward.
Then it was buried in a huge cloud,
and, when it was next seen, a thrill of
horror shot through the crowd of spec-
tators. The round shape had gone.
The little sphere had vanished, as
though all its bouyancy had been let
out into the clouds, and in its stead
was a bag, flapping and swinging wild-
ly in the air. Almost at the same in-
stant it began shooting downward, and
in atwinkling ithad descended through
hundreds of feet of space. The sight
made the observers dizzy to look at-
“The thing has bursted,” was the cry
that quickly circulated through the
On it came, still falling, taking on
different forms, but always rocking
and swaying fiercely from side to side:
The young wife of Allen, who had a
place in the enclosure at the bridge,
fell in a dead faint as she heard the
terrible cry, and people turned away
from the sight with blanched faces.
When they looked again the balloon had
shot below their line of vision, Very
quickly there was general movement of
the crowd toward East Providence,
where it was presumed that the occu-
pant of the balloon was already lying, a
mangled corpse. The movement grew
into a rush, and the rush into a stam-
pede, such was the intense anxiety on
the part ot the throng to know the
worst. Mr. McIlvane was in the front
of the crowd.
On William Daggett’s farm, six
miles away, he found his friend pale
but smiling. He had landed in the
middle of a soft-bottomed meadow, and
this had undoubtedly saved his life.
After a few drinks of milk from his
pocket cup and a brief rest the young
man gave an explanation of his rapid
fall to the ground.
“I pulled the explosion cord myself,”
said he, “The balloon did not burst.
The collapse was my own work. Ihad
to go up quick to get out of the way of
the buildings about the bridge. Hence
I had to have a termendous ascending
power and but little ballast. I had
only one bagofsand, in fact. I went
up fast, and my balloon began to ex-
pand. The more it expanded, the fast-
er I went. I was shooting up through
the clouds and goirg fast, for open wa-
ter. The gas was pouring out of the
neck of the balloon, and nearly chok-
ing me. I had not enough ballast to
navigate with, If it had been a pleas-
ant day I should have thrown out all I
had and stayed up all night. But it
was too rainy. The balloon, basket
cords, and all were soaked with wet.
There was no use of opening the valve
at the top, for that would not let the
gas out quickly enough, and I.was
afraid of the effect the wgter on the bal-
loon might have upon it. So I climbed
into the concentric ring and pulled the
explosion cord, ripping the balloon
open. Then, as the balloon collapsed,
I got hold of what I could and pulled
it out as flat as possible, to as to resist
the air. I camedown pretty fast, but
I expected that. I landed all right,
basket first.” :
Allen was a trifle more than two
miles above the city when he caused
his balloon to collapse. The onlook-
ers at the Dazgett farm tell a much
more exciting story than Le. One
man who was watching the balloon
with a glass as it came toward the
ground, says, Allen was trying to get
on top of the balloon as soon as it col-
lapsed. When he came near, he was
crying wildly for help and clinging in
the rigging. The man says that Allen
was in the car when the balloon ex-
The “explosion” has been the talk
of Providence ever since it occurred.
It is hard to convince most people that
the collapse was intentional. The hole
in the balloon shows a rip in the mid-
dle of a breadth of cloth from the top
near the valve to the neck.
Allen is only 21 years old. He
comes from a family of aeronauts. His
father is Prof, James Allen. Since
1886 the young man has made ascen-
sions from Ridgeway, Pa., Carlisle, Pa.,
Fitchburg, Mass., and seven other
places. His brother, James K., was
navigator of Campbell's air ship at
Coney Island last year. Is father
did good service as a balloonist in the
civil was and was decorated by Em-
peror Don Pedro of Brazil for services
there. A cousin, Prof. E. S. Allen,
was thrown upon his side. Again he |
attempted to rise and again he was |
struck by the horns of the conqueror. |
He fell again. The blood now flowed |
from his nostrils; he struggled for a
few minutes, but soon died. |
His foe, as if releating that his enemy |
was slain, stepped up and smelt of his
wounded side. I had seen enough.
The time for me to take part in the
drama had arrived ; I leveled my rifle
and fired ; the haughty conqueror fell, |
and his blood mingled with that of his
victim. I found them very fat and
weighing when dressed, one 205 and
the other 223 pounds.
Makes the lives of many people
miserable, and often leads to self-dertruc-
tion. We know of no remedy for dys-
pepsia more successful than Hood's Sar-
saparilla. It acts gently, yetsurely and
efficiently, tones the stomach and
other organs, removes the faint feeling,
creates a good appetite, cures headache,
and refreshes the burdened mind. Give
Hood's Sarsaparilla a fair trial. It will
do you good.
made an ascension at Boston on the
Fourth, and the wife of the latter also
made a successful aerial ascent at Pau-
tucket on the same day.—New York
——TIt is a most contemptible defense
of thepernicious activity of Headsman
| Clarkson in removing village Postmas-
| ters simply because they are Democrats
to say that Malcolm Hay, who occupied
the position during the first six months
of the Cleveland administration, made
comparatively few removals simply be-
cause he was an invalid and was unequal
to rapid work of decapitation. There is
no comparison between the two men.
Mzlcolm Hay, one of the purest and
most progressive of Democrats, practi-
cally sacrified his life in resisting the
demands of the spoilsmen tor office.
Clarkson fattens on his work and glories
in his infamous record of 13,000 remov-
als in five months— Philadelphia Record.
Are you weak and weary, over-
worked and tired ? Hood's Sarsaparilla
is just the medicine to purify your blood
and give you strength.
The Advantages of “the Forty Winks.”
Sleep is closely connected with the
qnestion of diet, “good sleeping’ was a
noticeable feature in the large majority
of Dr. Humphrey's cases. Sound, re-
freshing sleep is of the utmost conse-
quence to the health of the body, and
no substitute can be found for it as a
restorer of vital energy. Sleeplessness
is, however, often a source of great
trouble to elderly people, and one which
is not easily relieved. Narcotic reme-
dies are generally mischievons; their
first effects may be pleasant, but the
habit of depending upon them rapidly
grows until they become indispensable.
When this stage has been reached the
sufferer is in a far worse plight than |
In all cases the endeavor should be
made to discover whether the sleepless-
ness be due to any removable cause,
such_as indigestion, cold, want of exer-
cise, and the like. In regard to sleep-
ing in the daytime, there is something
to be said both for and against that
practice. A nap of “forty winks” in
the afternoon enables many aged peo-
ple to get through the rest of the day
in comfort, whereas they feel tired and
weak when deprived of this refresh-
ment. If they rest well at night there
can be no objection to the afternoon
nap, but if sleeplessness be complained
of, the latter should be discontinued
for a time. Most old people find that
a reclining posture, with the feet and
legs raised, is better than horizon-
tal position forthe afternoon nap.
Digestion proceeds with more ease than
when the body is recumbent.
The Two Canal Routes.
The situations at Panama and in Nic-
aragua present an extraordinary con-
trast. In fact,the two schemes of running
waterways from ocean to ocean outstrip
in commercial and engineering import-
ance anything pempay history. The
amount of hard cash sunk at Panama
by ‘the French people would be in itself
enough to stagger a less sanguine race.
Think of $250,000,000 actually paid 1n-
to the treasury of the Panama Canal
Company—about $6.25 for every man,
woman and child in France. Not a la-
borer is now employed upon the works.
Expensive machinery lies exposed to all
weathers. Excavations already made
are fast filling up, and the spectacle
along the Isthmus presents quite as much
a wreck as the treasury of the company
at Paris. The Nacaragua project, upon
the other hand, exhibits all the charac-
teristics of Yankee thrift and foresight.
Its promoters have not, it is true, circu-
lated many poems upon Americans prow-
ess and enterprise, butthey know more
about Nicaragua than De Lesseps ever
did about Panama. Every important
engineering detail has been settled for
months. The length of the canal will
he about 170 miles, only about thirty of
which will require excavation. There
will be a breakwater at Greytown on the
Caribbean Sea, ten miles of dredging
through a low country, four miles of
free navigation by means of a dam across
a small river named Descadea a rock cut
of three miles, and twelve miles of free
navigation in small valleys leading to
the San Juan River, where a dam will
raise the water in lake and river so as to
secure sixty-four more miles of free nav-
igation. On the western side of the lake
a cut of eight miles, a series of locks and
an excavation of two miles bring the
canal to the Pacific. A dispatch from
Creytown says that 700 men are engaged
upon the preliminary work of building
the canal. Warehouses and barracks
have been put up and the terminus of the
construction railroad laid. The harbor
will be ready for the dredges as soon as
the derricks and pile-drivers arrive from
the United States. American genius
lias now an opportunity to show what it
can doin joining the two oceans by a
ship communication between the con-
Mending Broken Articles.
Shellac cement is made of two parts
shellac and one part of Venetian tur-
pentine, fused together and formed in-
to sticks. In mending glass or china,
warm the latter enough to melt the
stick on the edges of the piece to be
merded. Diamond cement is also nsed
for mending glass, china and earthen-
ware, and is made by adding a little ma-
moniac to isinglass dissolved in weak
spirits. Put it in a bottle and keep it
weil corked. The handles of knives and
forkes can be mended with resin. The
hollow in the handle is filled with pow-
dered resin, the iron stalk is made red
hot and thrust into the handle, where it
will remain firmly fixed after it has cool-
ed. Plaster of Paris should be kept in
every household, as it is excellent for
mending lamp stands, spar, bronze, ete.
In mending a lamp which has become
loosened trom its metal socket, thorough-
ly wash and dry the socket and the re-
servoir. Remove the old cement, and
see that the plaster is finely powdered.
Mix it with water until it becomes the
censistency of thick cream, then line
the socket with it and press the reservoir
into its place. Remove with a knife and
rag any plaster that has overflowed, and
let the plaster set thoroughty before us-
ing the lamp.— Good Housekeeping.
Orchards, saysthe Maryland Farmer,
generally produce full crops only every
other year. This is because the full
crop of the year so exhausts the fruit-
producing qualities of the soil that it
18 notable to produce a free crop next
vear. Give it a good supply of the prop-
er kind of manure and then make up
for the loss of the fruit producing qual-
ities of the soil, and vou may expect
good crops every year, provided you
‘reat your trees properly in other re-
Corn in the glazing stage makes the
best fodder. If cut when the ear is
hard the stalk is then (to a certain
extent) woody, and if eut very young
before the ears are formed, the stalk
abounds in water and is lacking in nu-
trition. When the ear is abont filled
and begining to glaze the cutting of the
corn at that stage arrests the nutritive
elements in the stalk, and the fodder
is then equal to hay, being fed to stock
with the ears on the stalk or cut up in
All Sorts of Paragrephs.
—The town of Lee, Me., has neither
lawyer, doctor nor minister.
—Senator Sherman’s favorite game is
backgammon, at which he is an expert.
—There is a man in Hart county, Ga.,
who spells his entire name with two let-
ters, Bob Bobo.
—A recent census taken by French
Consuls shows that only 408,000 Frepch-
men are residing abroad.
—Four million pounds a day will be
the capacity of Claus Spreckels ’ new
Philadelphia sugar refinery.
—A bluff near Big Meadows, Cal., is
said to be alive with bees that have fill-
| ed every crevice with honey.
—Edwin Booth has sent to the ladies
interested in raising a circulating libra-
ry in Belair, Harford county, Md., his
check for $500.
—During a recent storm ‘a stone
weighing 11 pounds dropped from the
clouds into the yard of a farmer living
near Essex, Iowa.”
—The best baseball player in Con-
gress is Representative Ben Butter-
worth, of Ohio. He frequently plays in
amateur games at his home.
—A ball of fire that exploded with a
loud report when within a few feet of
the ground is reported to have fallen in
Bridgeport, Conn., last week.
—One of the richest men in Boston is
Nathaniel Thayer, whose estate amounts
to $15,000,000. He is a young man of
fine ability and the best of habits.
—A visitor at Santa Cruz tried to
swim in the surf. A wave was carry-
ing him out to sea when three girls res-
cued him. He presented each with a
—Several of the large land owners of
Scotland have ‘imported a number of
reindeer from Norway and turned them
out in the hope that may become accli-
mated and increase.
-—Mr. Samuel Jones, the ‘revivalist,’
was recently offered $5,000 a year and a
fine church to preach in aut Minneapolis.
He replied: “Do you take me for a
fool? I'm getting $25,000 a year now!”
—Mitchell Bros., of Cadillac, Mich.,
thought the watar in their cistern had a
peculiar odor and they investigated,
finding an alligator four feet long, which
had probably escaped from a traveling
—In Hartford, Van Buren county,
Mich., a barn was destroyed by light-
ning last week, and to prove that ¢light-
ning doesn’t strike twice in the same
place,’ it is asserted that four buildings
on the identical spot have been demol-
ished by the fluid.
—A lady pedestrians’ club is a novel-
ty at Paw Paw, Mich. When at work
they carry canes, ornamented with yel-
low bows. Each member is bound by
on oath as solemn as can be to report
ready for a dozen-mile jaunt each Wed-
resday and Saturday morning.
—Rev, Dr. Gunsaulus, of Chicago,
created asensation by walking the groves
of Bay View, Mich., the Western Chau- °
taugua resort, with a cigarin his mouth.
The ladies of the W. C. T.U., holding a
meeting there, at once passed a resolu-
tion prohibiting smoking on the ground.
—In Nevada electricity runs the very
decp mines and has increased produc-
tion 25 per cent. The men who work
at 3,100 feet deep live about two years
notwithstanding the fact they work only
about two hours per day. They get
more pay than eight-hour men. They
work 15 minutes and rest 45.
—Mr. Charles Newman, of Albany,
went out on Raquette Lake on Friday
afternoon of last week and caught, with
a rod and reel, 35 pounds of black bass.
The next day he caught 83 pounds. On
Monday he caught a lake trout weigh-
ing 15% pounds. It measured 32 inches
in length and 19} inches around belly
—A remarkable instance of long-con-
tinued service in the employment of a
single concern is furnished in the case
of Smith B. Freeman, who died recently
on Staten Island at the age of 82 years,
after having been continuously employ-
ed by the Staten Island dyeing establish-
ment since its organization in 1819, a
period of 70 years.
—The “nickel-in-the-slot” idea has
been applied in England to electric lamps
intended for usein omnibuses, street
cars and railway cars. You puta pen-
ny in the slot of such a lamp, press a
knob, and out streams the light. By
clockwork machinery at the end of halt
an hour the light is extinguished and
can be ignited again only with a penny
—A year ago Ira Marsaw’s house,
near Caro, Mich., was struck by light-
ning and somewhat damaged. Since
thattime Mrs. Marsaw has refused to
live in the house, and she persuaded the
family to move out. Last week the
deserted house was again struck, and in
such a manner as to make it probable
that, if it had been occupied, somebody
would have been hurt. Mrs. Marsaw
now says: “I told you so.”
— William Chandler of Waynesboro,
.Gh., says that he saw a party of 12 men,
living at and around old Ringgold, go
fishing, each one carrying with him
fishing tackle in the shape of a sledge
hammer. They would strikethe sledges
of rocks covered in the water, and the
strong concussion from the heavy blows
would stun the fish, and enable the fish-
ermen to gather them in. 3
—Lightkeeper Elliott, of Gasparilla
Isle, Fla., found a 160-pound bomb-
shell on the island the other day, and
proceeded to open it with a chisel.
When he succeeded and saw that it was
filled with perfectly goou powder his
hair fairly stood on end. One spark of
fire from the chisel as he chipped the
shell would have necessitated the ap-
pointment of a new light-house keeper.
Laws or HEALTH. —Tramp—*‘Thank-
ee kindly, mum; I'd no hope of gettin’
sich a fine supper to-day, mum. May
heaven bless ye?” Housekeeper—‘As
you've had a good supper, I think you
might chop some wood.” “Yes, mum;
but you known the cold adage, ‘After
dinner rest a while; after supper walk a
mile.” I'll walk the mile first, mun.”
— Boston Post.