Demonic atc
Bellefonte, Pa., February 14, 1890.
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AN OLD-TIME QUILTING BEE.
Yes, we held a grand reception and had every-
thing in style, : :
With flowers everywhere and fruit as high as
we could pile,
The aristocracy was there, all gorgeously ar-
rayed,
And every body acted just as if 'twas a dress
arade.
Lock ns my wife—appeared in dresses
rich and rare,
"4. ith furbelows and flounces and with flowers
in her hair;
But somehow as I looked at her I couldn't
help but see
The scene when first I met her at an old-time
quilting bee.
How mem’ry will keep running back to othe
days and scenes;
1 sometimes quite forget that part of life which
intervenes
Between the years when all I owned was
yoathful hope and health,
And later times which brought me more of
worriment and wealth.
And so at the reception in the midst of beau-
ty’s glare, :
Her face, $hough old and wrinkled, was the
sweetest picture there—
The one whose smile of friendship has forever
welcomed me :
‘Since first I met her glances at the «old-time
quilting bee.
In those days which we old folks wall the
“happy long ago,” :
The girls would in the morning meet and gai-
ly chat and sew ;
They'd keep it up till evening, when the
neighbor boys would come,
And hold a party or a dance before they left
for home ;
And when the quilt was finished then they'd
take the old house cat
And place it in the middle while we loudly
hollowed “Scat!”
The two the cat would jump between ‘twas
said that she and he
Would be the first to marry whe were at the
quilting bee.
And so that night I speak of,when the quilting
all was done
‘The girls were eager then to see which way the
cat would run.
I won't Jorg Lucinda as she stood there by
my side
Nor Bae blushed all crimson as they called
us groom and bride.
1 said it wasan accident, and so I've always
said
But anyhow before the year had passed we two
were wed,
And to this very day there are no scenes so
fair to me
As mem’ries of that evening at an old-time
quilting bee.— Chicago Herald.
HAL’S BABY.
BY LILLIAN SPENCER.
It was a bleak December night, and
the wind blew a gale. A gray mist had
been gathering over the hills all the af-
ternoon, and when the sun set in the
cloudy west the shadows deepened, and
snow flakes fell silently upon the hard,
bare ground. Hal and I boarded the
limited express for New York at Chi-
<ago, and were enjoying a cigar in the
smoker. Hal had fallen asleep, and I
was busily absorbed in my own reflec
tions. I glanced casually, and with
little interest at the scenes through
which I was being rapidly
whirled. Now it was farm country,
with miles of pasture, and here and
there a lonely cottage peering from be-
hind tbe towering hills; now smart
towns with huge manufactories of steel
and iron, where the atmosphere was
thick with smoke and sulphur, and
where there were dilapidated dwellings,
crowded and cheerless, with wan-look-
ing children crouching in the door-
ways, seemingly stifled with the smoke
which poured from the tall chimney
shafts.
Then came level stretches of plain,
where now and then a gaunt tree
stretched forth its spectral arms and re-
flected weird shadows upon the frozen
soil. And then long ranges of hill and
dark flowing rivers whose waters lap-
d against the granite quays of the
De which spanned them.
As I observed before, all this made
but little impression upon me, I was
so deep in my own thoughts, It was
only when twilight shut out visible ob-
jects, and the lowering clouds overhead
grew black, I awakened to the consci-
ousness that 1t was night, and that Hal
had been sleeping an hour.
“Come, old fellow,” I said, shaking
him, “wake up!”
“Hello!” he exclaimed, rousing him-
self and leoking a little stupid.
“Nice sociable chap for a compan-
ion, I must say.”
“How long have I been asleep ?" sit-
ting upright and looking around him.
“About an hour, I should judge.”
“Well, between you and me, Will, I
needed it. I didn’t go to bed at all last
night; so much to be done, all at the
last moment ”’
That's a fine excuse for you to give,”
1 said dryly. Hal laughed. He was
the best natured chap in the world. A
big, strapping fellow, standing six feet
high, with merry blue eyes, clear cut
features and fair almost to womanli-
ness He was a great swell too, and a
universal favorite. Rich, young, hand-
some, why should he not have been ?
We were now on our way to the great
metropolis, and from there across the
continent in the spring, with no single
object in view, save that of getting as
much enjoyment out of the journey as
we could. I had been Hal's college
chum and friend for years and I was as
poor as he was rich,
right charity his taking me along, and
from no one else in the world would I
have accepted the benefit.
“Abominable night,” he muttered, a
little irritably for him, “and confound-
edly cold, too. I had just about half
enough sleep, and if you don’t mind
I'll get to bed.”
“That suits me,” T replid.
with you,”
We crossed the platform and step-
ed into the other car. A gust of wind
and snow whizzed past as we opened
the door, which called forth another
grumbling imprecation from Hal, rela-
tive to the weather. Decidedly he was
sleepy. There not many passenger on
board and these ‘the invariably trave-
lers one is sure to encounter. First
“1am
came a garrulous old gentleman, very !
thin with white hair. who occupied and face, and held her tenderly in his
four seats and essayed to read by the
uncertain light of the railway lamp, |
which was of no more use than those
It was down-
lamps usually are, quite as ornamental.
Then disposed to take things as he
found them, and wore an expression
rather bland than otherwise. A portly
old lady with a bird cage and several
band-boxes next attracted my attention.
1 observed she had a disposition to ply
the conductor ahout every five minutes
with inquiries. A spinster who sat up-
right in a most rigid position, an insip-
id Miss of seventeen or thereabouts
traveling in care of the conductor, to-
gether with a short, stout, thick man of
uncertain age and occupation, made up
the list of passengers. No, there was
another; I had quite overlooked him.
He came on the train while we were in
the smoker, A tall, dark man of about
forty years, with a pale, haggard face
and hollow, sunken eyes. His berth
had been made up and he was seated
on one side of it, his head resting on
his hand, when Hal and I entered the
car. Our section was directly opposite,
but he paid not the slightest heed,
though we brushed pasthim in orderto
take our seats.
“Here, you porter,” called Hal, as
that linen-coated individual whizzed
by, holding a pair of steps perilously
near our heads; “make up this bert
as quickly as ever you can, and don’t
wake me if I sleep till we get to New
York.”
At this the gloomy man looked up
and sighed, and wguld ‘have relapsed
into his old listless attitude but for a
shrill little voice which echoed through
the silent car and caused every one to
turn around in the direction whence it
came.
“By all that’s unlucky,” groaned
Hal, “a baby!”
“Not a doubt of it,” I agreed.
“And good lungs it has too,” he went
on pettishly, “I wish it would be
quiet.”
But the baby hadn’t the slightest
notion of this. Tospeak the truth it
had not begun yet. Theshrill cry con-
tinued growing louder and louder; the
passangers commenced staring hard at
the berth, and harder at one another.
The garrilous old gentleman laid aside
his magazine, and remarked sarcasti-
cally, “This is pleasant.”
The portly lady opened her watery
eyes as wide as she could, and exclaim-
ed: “Dear me.”
The spinster wore an air of virtuous
triumph and said nothing. I daresay
she congratulated herself upon her lucky
escape. The commercial traveler
looked wicked. Hal, I am sorry to say,
swore, and tumbled into bed in no very
enviable frame of mind. Presently
every one sought his or her resting
piace, the lamps were lowered, and the
porter made himself as comfortable as
the rules of the company would permit.
But through it all that baby cried.
The storm raging without was mild in
comparison with the storm raging
within.
“By jove!” exclaimed Hal, “bed is
a mockery. Of all the nuisances I
ever came in coutact with, this takes
the palm. What do the parents mean
by letting it scream like that? Why
don’t they attend properly to their
business ?”’
At this he opened the curtains, look-
ed out, and calling up to me, said :
“Will, the father has it, and he's
holding it upside down.”
The tall, dark man was striding up
and down carrying, and most clumsily
at that, the child, who appeared to be
about two years old, and who beat him
with her little fits and struggled to get
on the floor, all the while erying lustily.
The dark gentleman was perfectly un-
moved ; he paced the car in a mechani-
cal way, paying not the slightest heed
either to the baby or the many un
charitable remarks he could not fail to
overhear. An hour passed, and, still
the night was made hideous by those
piercing screans.
“Thunderation I” roared Hal, “will
the little beggar never have done?”
Seemingly not, for at that very mo-
ment she burst into fresh and more
vigorous cries.
“Pitch her out of the window,” sug-
gested the stout gentleman.
“Do something,” murmured the com-
mercial traveler,
“Let her cry ; it's likely to kill her,”
put in the spinster, complacently.
“In the name of heaven,” exclaimed
Hal,springing oat of bed in desperation
and intercepting the dark gentlemen in
his march, “why don't you give the
child to her mother? That is what
she wants. Give her to her mother and
be done with it.”
“Sir,” said the dark gentlemen, stop-
ping and speaking deliberately, “and
you ali, ladies and gentleman,” turning
and addressing the heads bobbing from
bebind the curtains, “I beg to apolo-
gize for the disturbance my little one
as caused, and the great annoyance
you have been forced to endure. Be-
lieve me, I would have done anything
in my power to prevent it. You, too
suggest I give her to her mother. Sir,
her mother is in the front car in her
coffin. I must do the best I can.”
No one spoke a word, and every head
disappeared in his or her curtain in a
trice. Hal stood dumbfounded for a
moment, and then drawing himself up
and speaking manfully said :
“I humbly beg your pardon. I
ought to be ashamed of myself, and so
Iam. Goto bed, and give this young
lady to me,”
“But do you think you could—
“I think so, if I tried.”
“Thank you. A little rest will be a
great boon.”
“Come here, Miss,” said Hal, hold-
ingout his arms. “Come along, or
I'll take you anyhow."
To his utter amazementthe tiny hands
were immediately outstretched to him,
and with a little sigh the baby nestled
against his shoulder.
“By all that's mysterious, Will, look
at this,”
Miss baby's arms were tight around
his neck, Miss baby's cheek was press-
ed against his own. Isaw Hal start,
and then he clasped the little creature
closer and kissed her dimpled hands
great strong arms,
“Will, come and see her,” he called,
“she’s prettier than a picture.”
An when I crept out and stole a look
at the fairy, there she lay asleep in all
her baby beauty with a sweetsmile curv-
ing her rosy lips, and her golden hair
falling in tangled curls over her little
flushed forehead.
“She is pretty,” I admitted.
“Pretty,” echoed Hal. “Well, I
should think so. Will, you may not
believe it, but I'd give a good round
sum if she Tat to me; I would,
upon my word.”
And when he looked up there was
such earnestness in his face 1 knew he
meant it,
He held her so all night, scarcely
breathing lest he should disturb her,
and when he parted with her in the
morning there was a tear glistening on
baby’s white hand, and I knew it was
on the one Hal kissed last, before giv-
ing her back to her father.
A Sermon From Parson Pomeroys.
GET UP AND GET.
Brick Pomeroy’s Advance Thought.
Beloved Blacksliders :—There is too
much relig'ous tobogganing going on in
this country. Too much dragging the
sled of sin to the top of the hill, then—
getting aboard of it, going to sleep, and
scooting back down into the old sloughs
of dirt, laziness, and its various concom-
itants.
Many of you sleepy heads do not un-
derstand what is meant by religion.
You can always find it in a dictionary,
but some of you would have to borrow
a telescope and look long and hard to
find anything more than a shell of it in
your hearts.
Religion, dear hearers, means friend-
ship for a cause. Not a profession, and
a going to sleep, and a sinking of the
good far down 8s possible into the mo-
rass of apathy. Friendship for a friend
leads a man to hustle at times and to do
something to help that triend along.
Your parson would not give two grains
of sand for all the friendship in the
world that is not sufficiently alive,
friendly and vigorous to befriend.
A man is pricked by conscience. He
knows that back of the returning board
are glathers of acts in his life he would
not have the world or uny decent person
therein know of. He is made to feel
that he is booked for the iron works
that are not located in the New Jerusa-
lem. He fairly smells the old-time
brand of brimstone that men used to
shake under the eyes and nose of a per-
son in order to get an action of the
hands toward and into the pocket. He
looks at his past record and feels that he
has always bit off more than he can
chew without slobbering. He is afraid
that his future may be located for the
long term in a locality where the price
of ice is neverquoted. Then he joins a
church. He reads that the proper thing
to do is to throw all his burdens on the
Lord. Then he packs up all the odds
and ends of entailed, detailed, and dove-
tailed wickedness he has in the garret or
down cellar, makes them into a bundle,
tarows the entire load upon the Lord,
grabs an old pipe, smiles as he smokes,
goes to sleep, and labels it religion.
This is the fashionable way, but the
essence of religion -leaked out and ran
into the ground the moment the self-
satisfied saint threw his burdens on to
the Lord, thus adding to the weight of
the cross.
There is but one way to get there in
good shape. That is to get up and git—
to keep your machinery moving, if it is
but one man and a wheelbarrow. If
you are a member of a church, show to
the world that you really feel an interest
in the cause of human advancement.
Never mind the Lord. He will take
care of himself. The best way to please
God, and to insure eternal happiness, is
to get right to work doing all you can to
help better the condition of men, women
and children. All you do to
make drunkards of men; prostitutes
of women; beggars of children;
thieves of adults; paupers ot the
aged, is slapping God in the face with
dirty rags, and some day you will be sor-
ry for your neglect of your duty to your
fellow man.
If religion is not worth keeping alive
and in activity, abandon it and hiber-
nate in a hog pen. 1 you join a church
only to get into good society, the one
who comes in just behind you is badly
sold. If you love the Good Father,
whom men call God, why not stir your
stumps in behalf of His children, and
the world is full of them and more spok-
en for. If you wish your church to
prosper, keep it clean. See that the
plank walk leading to it is safe and
pleasant to walk over.
the stove with fuel and your minister
with food: Give what you give with-
out grumbling, growling and grunting.
The Lord loves a cheerful giver. The
giver who worms and squirms, and
bangs on to a dime till it is hot, don’t
get a particle of credit for what he gives.
Give money. Give food. Give fuel.
Give labor. Give something that is of
the best and what is useful when you
give ; give it, and letitgo. Give kinds
words. Give kind deeds. Give help
to those weaker and worse off than
yourself; but give no adulation to any
one simply because his shirt is finer, or
his bank account bigger than is yours.
Give sunshine to your brethren, your
neighbors, and above all to your home:
To your wife, who is growing old
while you are growing cold, give words
that are pleasant and thoughts that do
not corrode and depress all within
your gates.
Try to make others all around you
happier. This is religion. This is
God's kind of religion. Protect girls in
their virtue, boys in their manhood,
adults in their earnings, and man in his
sublime right to think as far, as fast,
and in as many directions as it is possi-
ble to pierce the gloom. Be active.
Get up and git. Do not sitin the house
day after day trying your best to be
sick. Do not grunt and growl every
time a little pain or ache lights on you.
Do rot think that you are theonly one
who has money. The only one who
has land. The only one who has sick-
ness. The only one to whom sickness
comes as the process of physical dissolu-
tion goes on. The only one whose
home has been entered by the loving
angel, Death, who removes so many
each year to the beautiful home Over
There, where they are cared better than
here, where affection is so often con-
+ founded with a desire to raise children
Be sure to fill’
for financial profit to parents, the same
as some farmers raise mules. :
One active beech nut, given a chance,
will result in a forest. One little good
thought started right will go around the
world and keep on its travels. It gets
there by moving, not by sitting sulkily
in the sawdust and wishing it were plum
udding. Get up and git. Move on.
Gatch on. Hold fast as long as you can,
and if you are knocked off grab for the
neXt car that comes, and you will git
there. But don’t start in the wrong
direction. Do not start for a drunkard’s
grave, or you will be sure to git there.
Do not start in to go it blind whenever
some sucker or shrimp blows the horn
for you to fall in, lest you f 11 in where
it is deep and ever remain there. Be
active, or git out of the way, and in one
year see how much better off in mind,
body and comforts you will be. Never
mind the singing. The choir has the
Grippe. Let us git, and go home.
A Dangerous Game.
All cool-headed thinking men agree
with the Philadelphia Times that this
is a dangerous game that the Republi-
cans are playing in Washington.
From the very beginning of the
government it has been the unbroken
rule that the participation a quorum
was necessary for the transaction of
business and that the presence of a
sufficient number of members could be
determined only by their response at
roll call.
If this established rule was to he
changed, thus changing in a most im-
portant respect the common body of
parliamentary law, it should only be
done by the deliberate action of the
house under the safeguard of a care-
fully expressed rule. The Republicans
have under taken to do it with no rule
at all,but by the arbitrary mandate of
the Speaker.
We do not believe that the establish-
ed law of all parliamentary bodics,
which determines the presence of a
member at roll call only by his recorded
vote, ought to be changed. It has nev-
er done serious harm ; it has often done
important good. But the present ques-
tion is not whether the rule ought to be
changed, but whether it has been.
It certainly has not been changed,
because less than a quorum cannot
set aside an immemorial rule that
requires the participation of a majority
of the whole House, and on the mo-
tion by which the ruling of the Speaker
was apparently sustained less than one-
half of the House voted. The motion,
therefore, was not lawfully adopted.
The Speaker's declaration ot its passage
was in defiance of law and fact.
It is the House, not the Speaker,
that the Constitution empowers to
“determine the rules of its proceedings’
and ‘compel the attendance of absent
members.” Granting that the House
might delegate to the Speaker the
Dower to count as present members who
0 not answer to their names—a very
dangerous power, because an arbitrary
one—the fact remains that it never has
done 80, and the Speaker’s assumption
of a power that he does not possess is
: revolutianary and dangerous.
But thereis an appeal from a lawless
tyranny. The people of the United
States will have an opinion to express
on this subject in about nine months
from now.
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Threw Up a Tin Whistle.
The Williamsport Republican makes
the following statement: “Our read-
ers will remember the publication in
this paper nearly two months ago of
the particulars of a destressing mishap
occurring in the family of Mr. Charles
Emerson, 806 Washington street, in
which a child swallowed a tin whistle
and for eight or ten days after the
accident pertook of no solid food. After
that period the child gradually grew
better, but it was evident that the
whistle was still making itself felt, as
little George seemed to have no appe-
tite and his face grew pale. Yet he
complained of no pain or inconvenience
as the result of the foreign substance.
His parents lived in the hope that the
whistle would soon be taken from the
child’s stomach, yet they could not
help worry over what might be the
consequence from the unfortunate af-
fair.
Thursday afternoon about 4 o’clock
George was descending a flight of stairs,
and when at a point within four or
five steps from the landing, he slipped
and fell headlong to the LE striking
with great force upon the pit of his
stomach. Shortly afterwards the child
complained to his mother of having a
sharp pain in the region of his stomach,
and the parent adminstered an emetic,
when the child commenced to vomit,
and the whistle that had so long oc-
cupied a place within the little fellow
came up and dropped upon the floor.”
Unreasonable Republicans.
Chicago Times.
A prolonged howl,compared with which
the famous rebel yell was the sighing
of a zephyr through a rosebud, is just
now being. raised by the Republicans of
the States west of the Missouri against
President Harrison. What they are howl-
ing about is that, as they think, the
President is neglecting them. That
is, they are not receiving what they re-
gard as their share of the spoils of
the last Presidential conflict. Admit-
ting that the President has discriminated
against this part of the West, the
Western Republicans need not expect
President Harrison to be better than
other Presidents in regard to securing
his nomination and election and re-
warding his supporters. The man is
tied band and foot and what can he
do? We protest against this badgering
of u President who gave away in ad-
vance everything the goverment had
and who now has nothing at his dis-
posal with which to satisfy the ravenous
applicantsforgovernment favors, Possibly
the Western Republicans will object to
this reasoning and say thatthe President is
no way indebted to the Republican
nabobs of New York and Pennsylvania,
because,as he himself admits,his nomina-
tion and election were the work of “the
Lord.” Bu‘ they must see that this ar-
gument cuts both ways, and that if
the Lord inflicted Harrison on the coun-
try Kansas bad as little to do with it as
New York.
The safest way to approach a
mule is to go the other way around the
earth.— Life.
She Will Face Sure Death.
NEw York, Jan. 31.—Among the
engers on the Cunard steamship
othnia, which arrived yesterday morn-
ing, was sister Rose Gertrude. She is
on her way to the island of Molokai, in
the South Pacific ocean, where those
suffering from leprosy are taken to live
out their suffering lives. Sister Rose
Gertrude was at one time Amy Fowler.
She was born but thirty-five years ago
in Bath, England, where she was reared
and educated. Her parents were
wealthy.
Miss Fowler decided to take the veil
and joined the order of St. Dominic.
After several years of usefulness to her
fellow-beings news came from across
the ocean that Father Damien was dead.
His devotion to the lepers of Molokai
was the sole topic of conversation among
the women who labored daily under
Sister Gertrude’s leadership.
She finally decided to master all of
Pasteur’s ideas concerning leprosy, and |
then go to the Island of Molokai, and
devote the rest of her life to the lepers.
Everybody to whom Miss Fowler spoke
tried to persuade her not to go. With
remarkable courage she looks forward
to her work on the disease stricken
island with more than pleasure. She
knows that she cannot live more than
ten years.
Miss Fowler was seen in her state-
room on the Bothnia yesterday morning.
She is a neat little woman about 85
ears old. She is about five feet two
inches tall and is build very slim. Her
face is kindly if not Drasty, The fea-
tures are regular and small, but well
formed, and denote great determina-
tion. She was dressed entirely in black
but not in nun’s clothing. There were
a number of prominent Catholic laymen
at the dock to meet her, and one young
gentleman went down the bay to look
after her luggage and personal comfort.
“I expect to get to Molokai by the
middle of February. Ido not intend
to stay in New York at all and shall
proceed as soon as I possibly can.”
Captain Jack Gossin’s Wit.
In the whole list of officers now sur-
viving of that Irish Brigade which
fought so bravely during the war urder
Gen. Thomas Francis Meagher there is,
perhaps, not a single one more renown-
ed for dare-devil courage, ready witand
genial good humor than Captain Jack
Gossin, who was Meagher’s prized chief
of staff, and who still lives to recall in
the company of old friends the many
scrapes through which he passed un-
scathed.
Captain Gossin, though fast nearing
the time when he must join some of his
comrades on another camping ground,
still looks hale and hearty, and is as
buoyant in manner as the youngest of
the auditors who listen to his stories.
He enjoys those told at his expense just
as well as those he tells himself. This
is one of the former:
During a lull in hostilities several of
the officers of the Irish brigade had seat
to Gen. Sumner’s headgparters appli-
cations for leave of absence, but in ev-
ery case the papers were returned mark-
ed ‘‘disapproved.” A few days later
Captain Gossin had to ride from the
Irish Brigade position to the headquar-
ters of Sumner. Gossin entered with
his usual buoyant manner and took his
place among the crowd of officers wait-
ing.
‘‘Hallo, Captain Jack!” shouted the
General; “what news from the Irish
Brigade 1”
“Oh, not much, General,” was the re-
ply ; ‘but all the boys are complaining
of your bad spelling.”
The old general grew purple. To have
his orthography thus publicly criticised
was worse than if a loaded rifle had
been leveled at him in the midst of his
staff.
“What! What do they mean?” he
hoarsely shouted. “What word was
misspelled ?”
“Oh, General,” calmly responded
Captain Jack, “they only complain that
you always spell approved with a dis be-
fore it."
Summer saw the joke, and after a
hearty laugh said ; “Well, Captain Jack,
I baven’t spelled it that way for you
et.”
But Captain Jack declared that the
only place he was safe from his credi-
tors was at the front and wouldn’t put
the General’s spelling to the test.
A Strong Writer.
“Stephen,” said the colonel, speaking
to an old negro who had come to cut
the grass in the yard, “I am told that
you intend to give your son a good edu-
cation.”
“Dat’s whatI does, sah. I knows
whut it is ter struggle erlong widout
Parnin, and I's termined dat my son
shan’t travel b’arfoot ober dersame flint
rock road dat I did,”
“A noble resolution, Stephen. There
is something beautiful in the unculti-
vated mind that has a reverence for
knowledge. Is your boy learning rap.
idly ?”
“Ez fast as er hoss ken trot, sah.
! Wy last week he write er letter ter his
aunt dat lives mo’ den twenty miles
frum yere, an’ atter while he gwine ter
write ter his udder aunt dat libs fifty
miles erway.” :
“Why doesn’t he write to her now ?”’
“Oh hekain’t write so fur yit. He
ken write twenty miles fust rate, but I
tole him not ter try ter write fifty miles
till he got stronger wid his pen. But
he gwine ter git I tell you. Won't
be mo’n er year fo’ dat boy ken set
down at one end o’ the guberment an’
write er letter clar ter de udder end.’’—
Arkansaw Traveler.
——
A FINE JELLY.--Cover two ounces
of gelatine with cold water, and let
soak one hour, add a pound of sugar
and a pint of boiling water, stir until
the sugar is dissolved, and add a pint
and a half of cranberry juice. Strain
and pour into a shallow square pan and
set on ice. Cover two ounces more of
gelatine with cold water and let soak,
pour over a quart of boiling water, a
pound of sugar, the juice of four lemons
with the grated yellow of the rinds, stir
until dissolved, strain in a shallow pan
and set to cool. When firm and hard
cat in little blocks, and heap on a large
flat glass dish, the red and yellow jellies
alternately.
Uncle Gabe and the Bible.
United States Senator Colquitt of
Georgia delights in telling a story of
his efforts at missionary work among the
Afro-Americans in the vicinity of his
home, says a Washington letter to. the
New York Tribune. He selected as a
specimen test “Uncle Gabe,’ a former
s:ave, who had learned to read in a ve
crude way, and to whom he offered $5
if he would read the bible through to
the end. Gabe accepted the offer and
took away with him a brand-new bible
and began his wrestle with the scriptur-
es. Two weeks later Gabe returned,
bible in hand.
“Well, Gabe, how did you like the
book ?”’
Gabe hesitated to reply and was
pressed further.
“Well, Mars Colquitt, I tells you
how it is. I don’t like de book nohow.”
“Explain yourself; I don’t catch
your meaning,” said the senator.
“What part of the bible did you read,
Gabe ?”’
“I reads, sah, until I gits to whar
Abraham fergits Isaac, and Isaac fer-
gits Jacob and Jacob, he fergits
Joseph, and den I reads no moah.
There is too much fergittin, sah, to.
suit me.”
Australia’s Big Trees.
The gigantic trees of California are
familiar to all and are the monarchs of
the New World, yet they are overtopp-
ed by the monarchs of the forest in
Australia. One of the tallest of the
American trees has a height of three
hundred and twenty-five feet and is
ninety-three feet in circumference at
the ground. One of the Australian
gums is over one hundred feet taller.
This tree was discovered by some
natives who were guiding a party of
whites in one of the glens of the War-
ren river. They were riding along
when they suddenly came upon the
monster lying prone upon the ground.
The trunk was hollow, about four hun-
dred feet in lenth, and so huge that
three Karri riders rode into it and turn-
ed or wheeled about without dismount-
ing. Another of these giants was meas-
ured in the Dandenong and foundto be
four hundred and twenty feet in lenth,
while there is a eucalyptus in the Ber-
wick Range estimated at five hundred
feet. Toappreciate the height of these
marvels of tree life we have but to re-
member that the largest could raise its
upper branches over the Cathedral at
Strasburg or the top of the great
pyramid of Cheops. :
I ESET
Cow Stables.
With Windows, and Curtains, and
Flower Pots.
The Lancaster County Agricultural
Society had its annual meeting the other
day and Professor Wickersham, in re-
lating his observations in Europe, said
that cattle and dogs are used as beasts of
burden, and cows are hitched tothe
plow. The farms are small and the
owners can’t afford to keep a horse.
The Doctor frequently saw a woman
and a dog pulling at the same cart.
Sometimes dogs and donkeys are hitch
ed together. The land is farmed closely.
No manure is permitted to waste—
every morsel of it is gathered up and
used. Every foot of land is cultivated.
After coming from the thoroughly tilled
farms of Europe, Lancaster county
looked almost ike a wild country to
him. Two and three crops are taken off
the land there each year. But few
fences are found there ; they are discard-
ed as a matter of economy.” Herdsmen,
assisted by well-trained dogs, keep the
cattle and other stock. To north of
Holland is a great plain below the level
of the sea, and the soilis immensely rich.
Dairying is the one great industry of"
this country, and the cows are tenderly
cared for ; no farmer here takes better
care of his favorite horse. The town
of Brock is famous for it cleanliness.
The streets, even, are kept scrupulously
clean and neat, and visitors observe:
the oriental custom of removing their:
shoes before enterning the house. Cur-
tains are hung at the windows, and
plants in pots adorn the window sills of
the cow stables.
How to Sharpen a Pencil.
“It really makes me tired to see the
average man sharpen a pencil,” said an
old newspaper man in a stationery store
to a Star reporter. “He will cut his
fingers, cover them with dirt and black-
en them with lead-dust, and still will
not sharpen the pencil.
“There is but one way to sharpen a
pencil, and that is to grasp it firmly
with the point from you and not toward
you. Take your knife in the other
hand and whittle as though you had
lots of pencils to waste. By following
these directions and turning the pencil
over you will soon have it neatly and
regu’arlv sharpened, and your fingers
will be unsoiled and you will not need
any court plaster to put on the wounds,
because you cannot cut your fingers
when whittling from them.
“This method is the best, whether the
knife is dull or sharp. If the pencilisa
soft one there is no sense in sharpenin
the lead. Simply cut away the wood,
and in writing turn the pencil over, thus
writing with the sides of the lead.
‘Another disgusting and senseless
habit is placing the pencil in the mouth
when writing. This is a relic of the
days when pencils were as hard as flint
and before the manufacturers were able
to produce the smooth, soft pencils
that are used to-day. This continual
dumpening of the lead will harden even
agood graphite percil and make it
hard and gritty. Itissimply a habit,
any way, and most habits are bad ones.”
— Washington Star.
Horrors OF MoRMoNISM.—Small
Son—¢Ma, whkat’s Mormons ?”’
Mother—* Um-—men who have a
good many wives.”
“A good many ?”’
“Yes ; thirty or forty sometimes.’
“Qo! That's awful.”
“Yes, my son.”
“Just awful. I wouldn't like to
bave thirty or forty mammas to spank
me.”’— New Fork Weekly.
AERTS
——A man told of an adventure
which was 80 horrible that he said it
just raised his hair. “Well,” said the
bald-headed man in the back corner,
ST’ll guess I'll try it.”’—Judge.