Dense itdpan
Friday Morning, October Ii, 1889. :
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AS AUTUMN COMES.
With shy brown eyes she comes again,
With hair a sunny, silken skein,
As full of light as golden rod ;
Love in her voice, love in her nod,
She treads so softly no one knows
The time she comes, the time she goes.
The grass is brown, the leaves begin
Their gold and crimson dyes to win,
Each cricket sings as loud as ten
To drown the noisy locust, when
You come, O maid, to bid us ery
To summersweet a long good-bye.
And when you go the leaves are gone ;
The aster’s farewell scent is flown ;
Poor Cupid puts away his wings,
And close to cozy corners clings ;
The rude winds usher, with a shout,
The winter in, the autumn out.
There's sadness in her 3 brown eyes,
Though gay her gown with tawny dyes ;
Love's in her voice—but telling most
Of one who's loved, but loved and lost,
She treads so softly no one knows
The time she comes, the time she goes.
— Boston Journal.
A COMMERCIAL VENTURE.
It was a sharp October evening, the
street lamps were struggling faintly
through a haze of yellow fog—the dead
ailanthus blossoms rattled overhead as
if the tree in front of Mrs. Medlaw’s
red brick house had blossomed full of
little rattle boxes.
And Mrs. Medlaw had just sat down
to her evening reffection of toast and
tea, when Polly, the little maid, who
always wore green checked gingham
and carpet slippers, came shuffling in.
“Please, ma'am, there's two young
ladies down in the parlor assays you're
their aunt.”
“Oh, bother I” said Mrs. Medlaw,in
a sort of soliloquy, “it’s Edna and Ella.
I knew they'd come on me when their
father died. Asif I hadn’t anything
else to do but support a swarm ot lazy
relations. Why didn’t you say I wasn’t
at home, Polly ?”/
“I would, ma'am, if I'd a-supposed
they was any relations of your'n, afore
I'd let 'em in,” said unconscious Polly.
“But they was dressed so nice and
looked so chipper I thought, of course,
they was real ladies!”
“And just as the tea was boiling,
too,” said Mrs. Medlaw. “Oh, dear
me, what a world this is!”
Edna and Ella Carr were sitting, pale
and black robed, in the mouldy smell-
ing little parlor, when their aunt came
in. They were pretty girls, with deli-
cate, wax-white complexions, hair so
dark that it gave the impression of be-
ing black, and great, blue-gray eyes.
“Well, girls, "said Mrs. Medlaw rath-
er ungraciously, “so you've come
here ?”
“We had nowhere else to go aunt,”
said Edna, meekly.
“Humph” granted the old lady.
“Take off your things. I suppose you
calculate to stay all night? Well and
what are going to work at?”
“We don’t know, aunt,” said Ella,
trying hard not to ery.
“Well, ain’t it high time you had ?”
said Mrs. Medlaw. “Folks can’t live
on air. And two great, grown-up girls
like you ought to be doing something
to earn their salt. There's always
plenty of work for willing hands. I’ve
had to foreclose a mortgage on a little
fancy store. I want to put some one
in it to sell out the stock. I'll give
you a fair commission on what you
sell. Come, what do you say to that?”
“I am willing to try,” said Ella.
“Heaven knows 1 am anxious enough to
earn my own living.”
“And I, too,” said Edna. “We know
nothing about a business——""
“But you can learn, I suppose,” said
Aunt Medlaw.
“But we can learn,” said Edna, hope-
fully. .
In less than a week the little thread
and needle store around the corner,
which had presented a grim and shut-
tered front for some days, was reopen-
ed, and two pretty girls dressed in
black, were posted behind the coun-
ter.
Mrs. Mopson sent her two little boys
to match a skein of green worsted, and
inquire for peppermint taffy first.
The widow Hope purchased a little
hosiery and three cheap pocket hand-
kerchiefs. A small girl came to ask
the time of day, an old man bought a
pair of suspenders, all within an hour
—and Edna and Ella began to think
they might, in time, develop into com-
mercial characters of note.
To be sure business waxed rather
dull toward the end of the day, but
just at dusk & tall, nice looking young
man came in to buy a card of pearl
shirt buttons. Ella took down a box,
and they were quite a long time in se-
lecting the prettiest pattern and the
most appropriate.
“I forgot one thing,” said the young
man after he had contracted for an
eighteen cent investment. “I must
have them sewed on. Could you do it 2
“I'll try” said Ella, laughing, “if
you'll bring the shirts around.”
So the young man brought theshirts
and sat down to wait. Ella's needle
flew deftly in and out. He was in a
hurry,he told ker. He was foreman in
the printing office of a great daily pa-
per, and worked at night, when the
rest of the world was asleep, likea bat
or an owl.
In the meantime Edna was trying to
suit an old lady in green spectacles,
who wanted some ribbon whose color
she did not exactly know, whose width
she wasn't certain about, and whose
quality she had yet to make up her
mind concerning. But Edna's patience,
tact, and good temper were inexhausti-
ble. At last the old lady was suited
and went away rejoicing on the arm of
her nephew, who had manifested extra-
ordinary interest in the shade of
drab ribbon.
“That's a nice girl, Oswald,” said
she. “Do yon know I almost think
she might snit me as a companion,
She seems s0 very good-humored! |
wonder if it would do to ask her it’ she
would like a situation 2"
“I don’t see why not,” said Oswald
Grey, thinking he never had seen softer
gray eyes or prettier hair. “Shall we
go back ?”
“To-morrow is time enough,” said
Mrs. Martiguy.
On the morrow she came back.
“Didn’t the ribbon suit?” asked Ed-
na.
“Oh, yes, the ribbon was all right,
but there's something else I want.”
“What is that!” asked Edna inno-
cently. :
“A companion to read to me, take
care of my canaries, and play drowsy
old tunes on the piano when I teel
sleepy. I give $500 a year, Saturday
afternoon and board. Will you come ?”
Edna looked at her sister. Five
hundred a year seemed a great sum for
the girl who had never yet earned five
for herself. “Yes,go, Edna,” said Ella.
“I can manage the store by myself
easily enough. And,”in a whisper,“I've
taken a contract to make a dozen new
shirts for Mr. Lessner, he to find the
material.”
“Who is Mr. Lessuner ?”
“Oh, the printer. I can do it at odd
minutes, when there is no one in the
store.”
At the end of the month Edna came
to report to her sister.
“Well, Edna, how do you like it?”
asked Ella.
“Oh, so much ! Mrs. Martiguy is
queer, but she is kind. And—and—
Mr. Oswald Grey, her nephew; is very
polite.”
“Is he?"
“Yes,” said Edna, fingering at a box
of hooks and eyes; “I like him ever so
much, and he likes me. To tell the
truth, Ella—"
“I see,” said Ella, putting her arms
around her sister ; “he wants you to be
his companion for life, eli, Edna ?”
“How did you know?’ faltered
dimpled Edna.
“0, I'm not quite a fool,” said Ella.
“But now I've got something to tell
you. 1 finished Mr. Lessner’s shirts,
and they fitted him perfectly. He says
I’m the only woman he ever knew who
fitted him with shirts on the first trial.
He has saved up a little property and
he wants to invest it somewhere, and
Aunt Medlaw wants to sell out this
store. So he’s going to buy it and I'm
going to keep it on condition that I
marry him.”
0), Bla I?
“Not such a very hard condition
either,” said Ella, “because he’s very
handsome, and very pleasant, and I
like him very much; in fact, I believe
I'm in love with him, There, now it’s
ali out. And I do believe, Edna, we're
the two happiest girls in the world, and
all through Aunt Medlaw’s thread and
needle store.”
“Well, well,” grumbled Mrs. Med-
law, “so the girls are gone, and I'm all
by myself again. It is rather lonesome.
They were nice girls—but the young
men found it out as well as me.
Young men always do find such things
out.”
Confirmed Girl Horse Thief.
Year-Old Etta Robinson's
Adventurous Career,
Seventeen
A Parkersburg, Va., special of Sep-
tember 24th says: There is now in
progress here a trial begun yesterday
of a seventeen-year-old girl named Etta
Robinson whose life has for the past
six months been full ofsensations. The
charge against her is horse dtealing and
the circumstances attending the com-
mitting of the crime are very romantic.
Six months ago Etta was visiting her
brother, who resides in the adjoining
county of Putnam and is engaged as a
farm hand by Thomas Hanbly,a wealthy
real estate owner. One morning Etta
was missing and also a fine horse be-
longing to Nathan McCoy,
After a search for some days through-
out the nei. hborhood, including some
of the roughest of West Virginia's hills
and thickest ravines, the horse was
found in the girl's possession near the
Ohio River. While her pursuers were
debating what to do with her Etta dash-
ed into the Ohio, still on horseback,
and endeavored to swim across. Sle
was captured and placed in jail, but
broke out and returned to her brother,
when McCoy from whom she had stol-
en the horse, took pity on her youth
and refused to prosecute her.
A short time after a horse belonging
to a farmer named Smith was missing,
just at the time when the low country
in the Kanawha Valley wasall flooded.
The horse was traced to the edge of the
waters. The next day both Etta and
the horse were found in a hollow. The
girl had swam the stream, a mile wide,
on horseback. She slept out at night,
living on what she could steal. For
the second time her youth protected
her and she was not prosecuted.
Six weeks later she stole a horse from
Lewis Losley. She was pursued across
the Ohio, captured and brought back
to the Putnam county jail. She was
confined there several weeks, in which
time her winning ways won lier an en-
trance into the confidence of the jailer,
who allowed her many privileges. Two
weeks ago he awoke to find the fair
maid gone, having cleverly made her
escape by cutting through an old wall.
It was afterwards found that she had
stolen a suit of men’s clothes, stolen a
fine horse temporarily in the jailer's
possession and fled the country. She
was finally captured with the horse
still in her possession near her old
home. During her escapades she lived
on berries, corn or anything she could
find, and alone wandered through the
wildest and most dangerous territory.
This young adventuress does not
steal from any other motive than sim- |
ply the love of excitement and adven-
ture. Her face glows with youth and
apparent innocence and her every look |
and accion deny that her peculiar con-
duct is from evil motives. Her beauty
have created a vast deal of sympathy
in her favor. The trial will yrobably |
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—dJay Gould is a broken-down old
man at the age of 53, when heshould be
in the prime of life. "Wall street is not
conducive to good health or a long life.
| finishin’ his dinner, says:
The Case of the Farmer.
How the Tariff’ Takes Money Out of
His Pocket.
At a recent meeting of the State
Grange at Williams’ Grove, Pa.,
Gerald C. Brown, a practical farmer,
put the case of the farmer plainly and
practically on the tariff in these words:
“I am convinced that on one subject
is there much misrepresentation and
much prevalent prejudice. We Penn.
sylvania farmers are resolute in refus-
ing to other classes of citizens the right
to compel us to pay their taxes under
any pretext whatever. How can we
acquiesce in the kindred proposition
that we shail be forced to pay a bounty
to other classes of citizens to enable
them to reap an assured profit at our
expense on their business?
“The theory that the farmer is more | afterwa { !
| quite full, leaving the sedement in the
than reimbursed for the extra cost of
supplies by the home market created
for him through its operation, is so
completely rebutted by the facts that
argument to its falsity is unnecessary.
In spite of protection farm production
has so immensely outgrown the home
market that prices are lower than this
generation has seen—on the whole, be-
low cost of production. From the for-
eign market, which invites us, and
which would afford an immense relief,
we are barred by a restrictive tariff
which cripples commercial exchanges.
The plea that the tariff also covers and
protects the products of the farm is ri-
diculous and purposely misleading.
“The wool tariff may yield a profit to
the herder of the far West on the govern-
ment lands, but in the enchanced price
of clothing alone it takes from the aver-
age sheep farmer of the East more than
it returns to him.”
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Saved by Her Wit and Courage.
A striking instance of woman's cour-
age and presence of mind occurred in
Philadelphia recently. A lady resid-
ing in that city retired to her room as
usual the other night, after having
locked the front door of the house and
placed the key on the bureau in her
bedroom, as was her invariable cus-
tom. »
She was standing before a mirror pre-
paring for bed whenshesaw reflected in
it the form of a man croaching under
the bed. She was alone in the house,
and was naturally terribly startled, but
her presence of mind did not desert her.
She reasoned that if she cried out or
gave the slightest sign that she was
aware of the intruder’s presence in the
house, he would overpower her before
help could come, and with a wonder-
ful self-control she went quietly on
with her toillet, giving no outward in-
dication of the terrible mental torture
she was suffering.
The door key on the bureau suggest-
ed an idea to her. She picked it up
and walked over to the window, which
was open, and without showing any
signs of alarm sat there looking out
until help should arrive. Fortunately
she did not have long to wait, or she
could not have endured the strain. A
policzman walked slowly by the house,
and without attracting the attention of
the man under the bed, she dropped
the key directly in front of him and
signed to him to unlock the door and
come up.
He did so and pulled a burly and
brutal-looking negro from under the
bed. It was not until he had been
taken away and all danger was over
that the reaction came, but the tremen-
dous and long-continued strain on her
nervous system proved too much for
her and she was completely prostrated
by her adventure.
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A Lincoln Reminiscence.
The Rev. Dr. Haney, a pioneer
Methodist minister of Canton, I1l., told
this reminiscence of Abraham Lincoln :
“The Rev. Peter Akers, an eloquent
pioneer Methodist, held a meeting near
Springfield some years before the war,
and one day Abraham Lincoln and
several other attorneys of Springfield
drove out to it. Father Akers spoke
that day on the “Sin of Slavery,” and
prophesied that in a few years God
would wipe out this crime of crimes in
blood. The sermon was generally re-
garded as the mouthings of a blatant
abolitionist, and in returning home the
lawyers laughed and joked about it.
Lincoln, however, remained silent and
grave.
Noticing his unusual conduct; his
companions rallied him by asking :
“What do you think of Brother
Akers sermon 2?”
Mr. Lincoln replied as follows:
“Well, I confess that I have never be-
fore been so deeply impressed by hu-
man utterance. I have never thought
we should have war over slavery or
any other question. But those utter
ances seemed to-day to come from far
beyond the preacher. They came to
me as areal and awful prophecy. More
astonishing than all, you may langh at
your will, I seemed to be thrilled in
my very soul with the conviction that
I'am in some way to have a tremen-
dons responsibility in that coming and
awful war.”
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“TrePING'’ A WAITER. —“I had the
greatest time at the hotel T stopped at
while T wasdown to the city,” remark-
ed Uncle Josh to the admiring crowd
who collected at the store to hear of his
journey. “They had a great, big din-
ing-room there, and more than a hun-
dred waiters, but none of ‘em came
around where I was. 1 sot there as
much as an hour,an’ none of ’em paid the
least bit of attention to me. Finally a
man at the table with me, who was just
You'll have
| to tip one of the waiters it you want to
get anv attention here,’
“Wall, T lowed IT cud do that fast
enuf, fer I felt about mad jest then, so
| the very next waiter that came skipping
{ by with a hul raft o’ dishes up over his
head, T put out my foot and tipped Lim
up quicker'n wink., That was the
quickest way to getattention T ever seed.
Why I hed the whole hotel, boss an’ all,
there in about ten seconds.”
Making Cider Vinegar.
Timely Suggesti®ns Based On Erpe-
rience and Observation.
Many of our large orchardists use the
entire product of their orchards, that is
not desirable as fruit, in making vine-
gar. The agricultural editor of the
New York World tells how thisis done.
As soon as enough apples have fallen to
furnish a supply, these are ground up in
any kind ofa cider mill and the juice
may be pressed out at once and be left
to ferment or sour, but it is better to
keep the pomace in open vats or casks
until it has thoroughly fermeiited,
when the juice will be more easily and
completely separated from the pomace
than if pressed at the time of grinding.
After the pressing is over the sour liquid
is put into open casks to settle and is
afterwards racked off into barrels not
bottom ofthe casks. To get the benefit
of the warm fall weather these barrels
should stand out in the sun, but be cov-
ered with loose boards to protect the
cooperage. On the advent of cold
weather the barrels onght to be removed
into the vinegar house, where there
should be a stove-or some good arrange
ment for warming the house that will
keep upa mild and even temperature
through the winter. Many who have
no such convenience put the barrels in-
to the cellars to prevent freezing and
bring them up again in the spring ; but
when the liquid can be kept above
ground and in a warm dry atmosphere
the souring process goes on much better.
Experience has shown that keeping
the liquid in packages ot barrel size
will secure the desired acidity sooner
and better than when stored in large
tanks. Throughout the whole process,
until thevinegar is made and no great-
ter acidity is desired, the barrels should
remain unbunged, with a small piece of
netting over the bunghole to keep out
insects, The barrels should be iron
hooped aud kept well painted.
Some dilution is often needed in the
manufacture, as where there is an excess
of saccharine matter in the juice, it
will be too slow in turning to the acid
condition without a proper addition of
water. All the varieties of summer,
fall and winter apples may be used
together indiscriminately in making
vinegar. During the process the chem-
ical changes eliminate from the juice
everything that weuld identify it as
the product of any particular variety.
Making vinegar by the natural pro-
cess will require at least one year, but
it will continue to grow stronger and
better the longer it is kept. In the first
stage of the making the sugar in the
juice is turned by fermentation into al-
cohol and carbonic acid. The acid, be-
ing a gas, bubbles to thesurface and es-
capes, while the alcohol 1s retained. The
richer the juice is in the sugar the
more alcohol it will contain after fer-
mentation. To make vinegar the alco-
hol is changed by oxidation into acetic
acid, and when this is accomplished
the vinegar is made. But when alco-
hol exists in liquids in large propor-
tions it will hinder or entirely prevent
its own change into acetic acid. Thus
when asmali amount of water is added to
whisky it simply weakens the proof,
while if the amount is large the whole
will turn to vinegar.
So apple juice too rich in sugar may
remain after fermentation in the con-
dition of hard cider for years, unless it
is dilated with water, for the reason
that it contains too much alcohol for
a speedy change. Making vinegar
may be hastened by running itslowly in
a small stream from one barrel to an-
other a tew feet apart, exposing it more
fully in its divided form to the action of
the atmosphere, or by trickling it down
through beach chips or shavings or corn
cobs saturated;with old vinegar,or by the
addition of a gallon or so of strong vin-
egar to each barrel of cider.
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The Path of Fame.
Perhaps we may safely say that the
mind bf every great man is shadowed
by melancholy. Greatness is not an
easy triumph ; toil, suffering and fear
darken the path which leads to fame;
the final victory scarce compensates for
that which was endured in achieving
it; the recollection of early trial saddens
and zoftens later success; often the most
ardent spirit would hesitate and turn
back were it not for the consuming de-
sire to excel which impels the toiler on-
ward and never permits his weary
brain to more than briefly flag in its
task. Melancholy is not pessimism.
The pessimists are those who have never
striven and succeeded. A touch of sad-
ness tinges the minds of the greatest,
the wisest and the best. Truly great
men are rare.
Extraordinary combinations. of cir-
cumstances alone prodnce them. There
must be a meeting of the man and the
event; both the mind and the occasion
must be ready, and when
comes the great soul taught yd patience,
courage and sagacity, leaps to its oppor-
tunity and the flood of enthusiasm and
ardor overwhelms all obstacles; without
the severe discipline of waiting it could
not have succeeded, but in the hour of
triumph the melancholy of past failure
cannot wholly disappear. Perhaps it
is best that great men should be subject
to melancholy. The recollection of
their own disappointments gives them
more sympathy for human suffering,
and they can judge, with tenderness,
our follies and our frailties. A few
lofty and far seeing intellects lead, |
though their influence may for the
time be unfelt, and when they teach
wisdom and mercy the lesson will not
be lost. —Louisville Courier-Jourual.
Syart ALeck.—Black—Did you ever
notice a woman darning a pair of stock-
ings and observe how she—
White~I never saw a woman darning |
a pair of stockings in my life.
B.—Oh, well, perhaps your wife does
not darn your stockings.
W.-Yes she does ; keeps them in ex-
cellent repair. But I never saw her
darning a pair. Never saw her darn
more than one at a time.
Then Black led White around the
nearest corner and drew him down into
the depths of a subterranean lager—becr
1 saloon.— Boston Curio,
the time |
Counting Gum Chewers on a Train.
She was dressed in one of the cool,
simple but charming gowns which are
the style. A mass of fluffy, sunny curls
clustered about her forehead and neck,
and the aristocratic looking Psyche knot
into which was twisted a wealth of shin-
ing hair. A clear.eyed young fellow
sat not far away and looked at her with
evident admiration. Her complexion
was perfect, her eyes large and express-
ive and of the rich purple of the ame-
thyst But there was some indefinable
defect about her mouth. The lips were
red and shaped like Cupid’s bow. The
flaw was not in them. Yetsurely some-
thing was not satisfactory about the
girl’s appearance. It is—yes, it is evi-
dent that onercsy cheek is fuller than
the other, just where it slopes away to
the white smooth neck. There isa swol-
len lump which suggests toothache. The
young man feels a pang of pity thrill
through his entire being.
when the sufferer is young and beautiful.
He gazes intently at her. Slowly her
dimpled chin droops, the Cupid bow of
her lips looks as though it were being
drawn to dart an arrow through his
heart. The swollen protuberance disap-
pears. Then the jaws close forcibly up-
on the quid of gum and an expression cf
complacent meditation steals into the
fair creature’s cerulean eyes. The thrill
of sympathy fades from the young man’s
bosom as the color fades from two cent
calico in the rain. Then he arose and a
spirit of inquiry came strong upon him.
It was upon the excursion train from
Bethany park, and resolutely he passed
slowly through the ten coaches and
made an enumeration. On the train
were 523 persons. Of this number 78
men and boys and 209 women and girls
were chewing gum. —Indianapolis News.
No Fight, No Prayer.
A group of naval officers were indulg-
ing the other day in reminiscences of
the war, when one of them told the fol-
lowing yarn :
“Early on the morning of December
24, 1864,” he said “Admiral Porter sig-
nalled to the fleet before Fort Fisher,'Get
under way and follow me.” The ship
to which I belonged was assigned, in
the programme, to a position between
two ironclads close under the fort. We
anticipated hot and terrible work. The
flagship led way and was approaching
within range, when Lieutenant Com-
mander B——, of my ship, ordered all
hands called to muster. The brawny
tars gathered aft on the quarterdeck,
with the officers in - their usual places,
and cur commander began to read from
the ‘Prayer Before Battle.’ It was a
solemn moment. None knew who or
how many among ns might suddenly be
ushered into the presence of the God of
battles. Our commander read as
though he felt it; the whole ship's com-
pany were awed and hushed, and the
throbbing of the engines and wash of
waters along the side seemed preternat-
urally loud. When about half through
a signal was reported from the flagstaff.
“ ‘Come to anchor in your positions.’
“When it was read to our command-
er a sudden revulsion of feeling came
over him. Throwing down the prayer
book upon the hatch, he exclaimed :
‘“ ‘Well, I'll be hanged if I'm going
to pray if we ain’t [going to fight! Pipe
down!”
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In Twenty-Eight Battles.
And Can Freely Say He Never Got
Used to It.
St Louis Globe-Democrat,
Colonel James M. Thompson gave
his opinion as follows: “The quality of
courage in battle I regard as being to a
large extent a physical attribute. I
have heard a good deal of talk about
the nonchalance of men in action and
their ease and composure after the first
gun was fired, but I never took much
stock in it. I went through the war
in the army, and it was my fortune to
be ina porticn of the service in Vir-
ginia where there was a good deal of
hard fighting to do, and there wasn’t
any creditable way to get out of it,
either. I saw service in 28 battles and
I can freely say that I for one never got
‘used to it.’ I never went into a fight
without an all-prevailing sense of dan-
ger, and was always glad when it was
over. Of course moral courage, high
patriotism and the military spirit kept
the great majority of men right up to
the mark, but there were notable in-
tances of men whose physical natures
simply failed to respond when called on.
They could not possibly go into a fight.
A clear head and a full conception of
the enormous consequences of cowardice
to themselves failed to spur them to
the sta ‘ing point, and on the first whiz
of a bullet their signals of distress were
visible to all in sight.
“A well-known New York colonel, a
perfect gentleman, a scholar, a patriot
and a real noble fellow, was so weak in
peint of courage and his humiliation so
great at really being afraid to face dan-
ger that he was forced to retire from the
army, and went to Washington, pined
away and died in a few weeks. I knew
| another prominent officer whose friends,
out of consideration for his well-known
failing, used to manage, on one pretext
or another, to keep him out of engage-
ments and thus shield him from expos-
ure. Men like that are to be pitied, not
blamed. They want to fight, but their
bodies actually refuss to obey their
will.”
Where The Commendation Was Due,
Philadelphia Record.
The Massachusetts Republicans are
“gratified,” tuey say in their platform,
over *‘the prudent management of the
treasury, by which the national debt
is extinguished at reasonable prices and
the money market protected against
speculative combinations.” Would it
not have been a deal more frank and
manly inthe Massachusetts Republicans
to have commended the treasury man-
agement for strictly following the finan-
cial policy marked out by Cleveland's
administration ? In not the slightest re-
| spect has Secretary Windom departed.
{ from the policy of his Democratic pre-
decessor in the management of the pub-
| lie finances. But it is quite probable
that the Massachusetts Republican lead-
| ers have not yet forgotten how unjustly
they assailed and misrepresented that
' policy a year ago.
Suffering becomes much more pathetic |
All Sorts of Paragraphs.
—Artificial ice is cheaper in the
South than the natural article is in the
North.
‘—A Mrs. Magdeline Miller died in
Waynesburg, Ohio, a few days ago, at
the age of 101 years. .
—Lenawee county, Mich., is at pres-
ent paying out something like twelve
dollars a day in bounties on dead spar-
rows.
—The first electric tramway in Italy
is soon to be opened between Florence
and Fiesol: Tts total length will be
73000 metres.
—Main lumbermen are entering the
woods early this year, in order
to get much of the cutting done before
the deep snows come.
—Lord Tennsyon is writing a thous-
and-dollar poem for an English maga-
zine, thus beating his famous charge by
: four hundred.
—Mis. Charls Kimla, of Trenton,
Wis. recently presented her husband
with three fine girl babies, their combin-
ed weight being 21 pounds.
—J. B. Buckstone, the clever English
playwright, was glad to get $500 for a
piece 50 years ago. Now, a popular
play sometimes pays its author or adap-
ter $50,000.
—The English postoffier does all the
express business in Great Britain, car-
ries parcels at an average cost of 11 cents
each, and makes a profit of $2,250,000 a
year.
— William Sloop, of Rye township,
Perry county, has a German Bible that
is 160 years old, and weighs 20% pounds.
It has been in the Sloop family 71 years.
—The statement of the warden of the
Eastern peniteniary that out of a thous-
and convicts in that institution only
ninteen are mechanics is exceedingly
suggestive.
—AMirs. Hiram Snell of Malad, Idaho,
has given birth to sextets, three boys
and three girls. They weigh eight
pounds altogether. All are bright and
hearty and promise to live.
—W. H. Cross of Maroa, Ill., issues
this: “I'll challenge any man in the
world to sleep with me 142 hours for
cash. I can sleep more hours in 142
than any man in the world.”
—A miserly farmer of Napoli, N. Y.,
who hid his wealth in rat holes, old
chimneys, etc., was robbed of $1000, on
Monday night week, by two men who
entered the house during his absence
—XRobert Garrett inherited $10,000,000
and the Presidency of the Baltimore and
Ohio Railroad. He has lost the latter
and much of the former by the great de-
preciation in the Baltimore and Ohio
stock.
—Richard H. Stoddard says he has
made $1,000 writing about Poe having
threatened to kick him out of his(Poe’s)
office. Had the threat been carried out,
Stoddard’s fortune would have been
made.
—The greatest known depth of the
ocean is midway between the Island of
Tristan d’Acunha and the mouth of the
io de Ia Plata. The bottom was there
reached at a depth of 40,239 feet, or
neatly seven and three-quarter miles.
—In thirty-one words how many
thats can be grammatically insertec ?
Answer: Fourteen, He said that that
that that man said was not that that one
should say ; but that that that that man
said was that that that man should not
say.
—The Secretary of Agriculture is
going to makea personal investigation
of the sorghum sugar factories of Kan-
sas. “Itis an industry we ure fostering,”
he says, ‘and we are going to make it a
success. Last year Fort Scott made 300,-
000 pounds at a profit.
—Two young people were caught
kissing the other day in New York by a
jealous old maid, who had the pair
promptly arrested. When brought be-
fore the Magistrate he could find noth-
ing in the code forbidding the action and
quickly discharged the prisoners.
— Works though 106 years old. The
Haverhill (Mass.) Gazette remarks.
“Captain Costello, the oldest man in
this city, is reasonably busy this year in
cultivating his garden, and shows con-
siderable activity for a man 106 years
old. Tis growing vegetables look
fine.”
—The wife of Moses Vandegrift, of
Bensalem toweship, Bucks county, who
eloped wilh William Rue last spring and
went to Kansas, has returned home af-
ter being forgiven by her husband, and
is now living happily with him
at the old homestead with their child.
It is supposed that Rue deserted her.
—To the Lower Wabash annual con-
ference of United Brethren in Christ,
whose thirty-second session recently
closed in Clay City, Ind., belongs the
honor of giving to the church its first
lady circuit rider in Miss Alva Button,
of Greenup, lll. The act authorizing
the irnovation was passed by the ses-
sion of general conference held last May.
— Mus. Fannie Hollin, 72 years of age,
residing in London township, near Van-
dalia, T11., started for a neighbor's a dis-
tance of two miles, and got lost. She
wandered around in the woods four
days without food or drink, and finally
found her way back home alone, though
the neighbors had been searching for
her during this time.
--Passengers on the steamship Algiers,
from Galveston, Tex., were treated on
Sunday afternoon to a nautical spectacle
not usually observed by coast skirting
travelers. About 50 miles off Hatteras
the ship took them through a big school
of frolicsome sperm whales, which sent
100 fountains in the air just before the
rush of the ship drove them felow the
surface.
—In one Maine town is a very heavy
girl. She is quite sensitive about her
weight and it is not generally known,
but two mischievous young men want-
jing to know it, one of them persuaded
her to stop and speak with him on the
hay scales. The owner of the scales was
in with the plot and quickly weighed
them. The weight of the man being
subtracted, left the amount of 301 pounds
"for the girl.
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