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Bellefonte, Pa., May 30, 1890.
BOTH SIDES THE LINE.
BY CORA STUART WHEELER,
The sound of drums, and a fife’s shrill ery,
Float in with the breath of the soft May
breeze ; : .
Watching the bright groups hurrying by
In the sunlight, breaking through branching
trees,
These college maidens march two by two ;—
I can one the gleam of their garments
light—
While above them droops the red and blue
Of the half-mast flag, with its colors bright.
This to the young is a festal day,
Just shadowed, perhaps, by a miner strain
In the grehering tears that will have way,
From some black-robed woman's bitterest
ain.
Why I I go with the crowds, who fling
O’er the sleepers their blossoming sweet ?
For how could I make a public thing
Of the ery which each hour my soul repeats?
How could I weep for the boys in blue.
While shedding no tear for the boys in gray?
I—who have fought every battle through,
With my heart watching both sides all the
way !
For Philip was here, my husband true,
And my brother, Ned, was across the line ;
It seemed that my heart was torn in two,
Since they both were precious and both were
mine.
0, brave hearts these, in that last deep sleep,
From which no bugle shall wake to strife.
Memorial Day, I ever keep,
While my heart beats on with its loyal life.
You were my country ! I mourn for you!
Your colors I wear in my life always.
In Philip's young eyes I find the blue,
And here, in my tresses, I wear the gray,
ARI TR
BEN'S ONLY SISTER,
“Ben | "most six o'clock.”
“Yes.”
‘{,Breakfast’s all ready.”
“I’m coming as quick as I can.”
The door at the foot of the stairs
closed with a light bang, and Ben dis-
contentedly stretched himself.
“I'm sick of the old mill. Droning
and droning there day after day, never
seeing anything, and getting such mis-
erable pay.
Ben forgot to think, as he slowly
dressed himself, that no very long time
had elapsed since he had thought him-
self a very lucky fellow in getting a
situation at the mill, with a prospect of
better wages if he proved himself faith-
ful and capable.
“Hurry, now, you've no time to
lose,” said Susan, following him to the
gate after he had finished his break-
fast.
“Work begins pretty prompt, doesn’t
it?”
“Prompt? Yes, I guess it does, and
keeps up pretty prompt all day. Work,
work, work, all . the time. Jim Slade
says a smart fellow can gettwice as
much pay for half as much work in the
city, and have a chance of seeing some-
thing a little lively, too.”
“But you wouldn't think of going
anywhere to leave mother and me,
Ben 2”
“P'haps I would for a while, Sue, it
I could make lots of money for you.
And then you and mother’d come to
where I was. Wouldn't that be fine?
ut I must go now.”
Susan stood for a few moments at
the gate with a heavy misgiving at her
heart. Ben had seemed unsettled ever
since Jim Slade had come home from
the city, taking less interest in his
work, and appearing less anxious than
formerly, to do his best. She did not
know that Jim's reason for coming
home to take a little rest just now, as
he had given out, had been a dismissal
from his situation under circumstances
which he was anxious to keep hidden
from his country friends; and that his
strong interest in her brother Ben arose
from the fact of his guessing that he
had a little money laid by, and feeling
desirous of sharing it with him through
coaxing him to return to the city with
him. But Susan had an instinctive
distrust of Jim, and had not liked to
see his growing intimacy with Ben.
She looked anxiously after her
brother as he took his way along the
pretty mountain road. “I'd like to
work in that mill myself—such a nice
one,” she said, half laughing at the
idea. She had a boyish taste for strong
large things, and had been greatly
interested in improvements which
Mr. Graves had made in his saw-
mill, new machinery and conveniences
which were novelties to the country
folk. 5
At dinnertime Ben seemed restless
and uneasy, avoiding her eye, she fan-
cied, and talking in quick, excited
tones about matters of no importance
to their mother, who was an invalid,
and had drifted into a way of leaving
everything to Susan’s capable ordering
and performing.
“I'm in a dreadtul hurry,” said
Ben, at length, springing from his
chair. “Good-bye, mother.” He kiss-
ed her, and then with an awkward
laugh and heightened color hurried out
of the house.
“You've forgot yonr handkerchief,”
said Susan, making a pretext of it
again to follow him as he was hasten-
ing away.
“You're ever so good to me, Sue,”
he said, making a snatch at it as she
held it ont to him. “You've always
been good to me, and I'm going to be
good to you—you'll see.”
He was off without a look at her,
and Snsan went back to the house feel-
ing more and more perplexed and un-
easy. As she resumed her work a ter-
rible suggestion flashed upon her mind.
Could Ben be intending to leave home
without letting her and his mother
know. It would be unlike him to do
anything which he must realize would
be such a sorrow to them, but she knew !
| hose; a bucket-brigade was instantly
formed, and before Susan had opened
that Sim's influence over him had been
growing stronger and stronger, and he
Lad succeeded in filling the mind of
the foolish country hoy with the idea
that he could do far better for himself
and for those who were partly depend-
ent upon him, by leaving the home
which had until lately been perfectly
satisfactory to him.
To do the boy justice, his strongest
feeling in the matter was the desire to
be helpful tothe others.
“I'll fix things so poor little Susy
won't have to work so hard any;
more,” he s2id io himself, a mist rising
to his eyes, as, reaching an opening in
the woods, he turned for a glance |
back.
She was carrying ont a basket of
clothes to hang in the sunshine, and he
knew they were for Summer boarders
at a farm-house near by. He gazed at
Ler with very loyal desire to stand be-
tween her and hard work.
The weizht at Susan’s heart grew
heavier as the afternoon wore on. The
clothes were dried and brought in,
looking like woven snow, the little
house in order, and then Susan took her
sun-bonnet and went out saying to her
mother :
and meet Ben.”
He was not on the road. She had
scarcely expected it, for she was a lit-
tle in advance of the wvsual time for
leaving work. Shecanght sight of Mr.
Graves, the mill owner overlooking the
construction of some improvements in
the boom, as she drew nearer could
see that most of the force of workmen
were engaged there. Ben would not
be there, for his duties lay in tbe light-
er work under Mr. Grave's direction or
in the office.
“Ben? she said, looking into the
office.
“He's not here,” said a workman,
calling out good-naturedly to her from
where he was setting some machinery
in order. “But I guess you won't be
long finding him for I seen him come
out o' there not five minutes ago.”
“Thank you, said Susan. “I be-
lieve,” she added to herself, feeling
more tired than she had before real-
ized “I'll sit down here and rest a
minute and watch for Ben. He can’t
be far off.
Another man passed the door and,
seeing her stopped.
“Here,” he said, giving her a piece
of folded: paper. “Ben gave me this
and made me promise I'd go round and
give it to you to-night. But I guess
it'll do just as well now.”
In surprise and dismay she opened
the paper ; than sat for a few moments
in a maze of despair.
“Dear Susy,” it read, “I'm going
away for a little while to make a strike
for something better ; and saying good-
bye is such hard work that I don’t
want to. You'll hear from me soon,
and then you'll say I did best to go
though I'm afraid yon won't think so
now. Wait till you see what I'm going
to do for you and you will know how I
love yon, so good-bye, dear Susy.”
How long Ben's sister sat half stupefi-
ed from the terrible blow she never could
tell. The sounds about the miil les-
sened and all hands gathered for an ef-
fort of strength at the boom It could
not, however. have been many minutes
before her eye, always quick to observe
surrounding objects, took in, at first
vaguely, a thread of smoke which
slowly curled up in a corner of the of-
fice. Very thin it was, but growing
thicker with every moment.
“Where there is smoke there must
be fire,” said Susan, going toward it.
“What can it be? How would the fire
get here ?”
Noone ever knew that less than a
quarter of an hour before a match had
been flung by the carless hands of
Jim Slade as he stood at the office door
and lighted his pipe, while he wait-
ed for Ben to join him. It had fallen
upon a morsel of sawdust in which it
had smouldered, appearing at first to
take but little bold.
But itsometimes seemsasthough influ-
ences for mischief are carefully fostered
by the hand which works mischiet
alone, for the glowing spark reached
from one to another grain of sawdust,
growing stronger with every moment.
The office was only a corner of the
mill railed off by a high balustrade
of light pine. Everything was in an
unfinished state, and it chanced that
a waste basket of loose papers and a
pile of dry shavings lay close to the
hidden foe.
Into theseit leaped just as ‘Susan ap-
proached, and the dread flame flew up
before her. With every sense called
into active play by the sudden emergen-
cy, the young girl sprang toward a
hose connected with a force-pump fed
by a stream from high up the moun-
tain side. Ben had shown it to her
before Jim Slade came, dashing the
water about and wetting her from head
to foot, in displaying its convenience
for putting out fire, if fire should come.
The hose was only a few steps from
her, and as she caught it in her hand
she fully expected to pat out the fire
without difficulty, but at the same mo-
ment it burst into a firece flame, blaz-
ing far above her head. With loud
cries for help she ran out of the office,
still, with great presence of mind, hold-
ing on to the hose.
Those who know anything about
sawmills will readily understand the
danger now imminent. The greater
part of the building was old, and every
beam and ledge covered with the fine
dust, the combustible nature or which
forms a constant source of anxiety
to mill men. The needful precaution
had been taken, but the hand which
had been trusted to apply them had
failed in theduty of the moment. Just
beyond reach of the flames Susan
turned. She had the hose, but the
cut off at the pump was upturned.
How could it be turned when the fire
was playing around it? But how else
could the mill be saved? She threw
her light shawl about her head, rush-
ed back and turned the cut-off. But
a breath of the flame had seized her
throat and as she reached the fresh ar
she sank down helpless and insensible.
Her work, however, was done,
Stronger hands than hers seized the
her eves under the ministrations of
rough, kindly hands, the fire was out.
Ben and his friend had walked to
the mountain above the mill, taking a |
short cat ovar to the town in which
they expected to take the cars for the’
city. At a bend in the road Ben paused,
and looked down at the mill,
“Come on, said Jim.
“Wait a minute,” said Ben. I
ain’t in any hurry. Maybe it'll be a
“I'll walk towards the mill {
‘silver-bangled bracelets
long time before I see 1t again.”
He sat moudily down, shaking off
Jim’s hand as he would have urged
him forward.
“You ain't going to weaken down,
are you?’ Asked Jim, with a half
sneer.
“No, I ain’t,” said Ben impatiently.
“But I wish I knew how Susy’ll feel
about my going; and I feel rather
sneaky about stealing off when Mr.
Graves left me in charge of the office.
“Nonsense. Come on,” repeated
Jim.
“What's that noise?’ said Ben,
springing to his feet. Sharply upon
' the clear air came the cry:
“Fire! Fire!”
“What's that !"” he exclaimed, listen-
ing intently.
“Oh, come along,” said Jim, “you've
leit things here behind and what
does it matter what tis?”
Bat Ben still listened, his quick ear
tracing the sounds of increasing con-
fusion to the mill.
“It is there!” Forgetting all else
than that his mill was burning he
dashed down the rough surface of the
hill, picking his way among the rocks,
ravius, logs, and bushes. Jim looked
after him with a face of anger and
contempt, succeeded by an ugly
smile.
“It's just as well for me,” he said,
taking from his pocket a wallet which
he examined with great satisfaction.
“I shall only have to get a little farth-
er away and never come back.
* * *% * # *
“O Ben!”
His face was the first to greet
Susan when she opened her eyes and
tried to draw a free breath. “Where
have you been?” she added.
“No matter where I was, I'm here
now, and—" with a chocke in his
throat— I'm going to stay, too.” He
had guessed that she came seeking
him, also that the fire had in some
way orignated through his failure to
be at his post. And in the confusion
he had gathered that she had put it
out at the peril of her life.
It was a long time before Ben found
courage to tell Susan that Jim Slade
had gone off with his savings of two
years’ work which he had foolishly
entrusted to him. And in her glad
realization that Ben had come to his
senses and concluded that he was
well oft at home she felt that the
money was well lost in showing him
the real charactér of his false friend.
But she was too wise a little body to
say so.
She went with Ben when he made
an honest confession to Mr. Graves of
the fault which had led to the disaster.
concluding with: “I s’pose you won't
need me any longer, sir.”
“I think I shall,” said Mr. Graves.
“A boy who has the good sense to see
his wistake and the frankness to own
it is worth more than he was before.
And a boy with a sister like yours
ought to be worth three or four com-
mon boys.”
“He's right there, if ever a man
was,” said Ben, as they walled home
together.
Little Gold Dollars.
Why the Pretty Coins Don’t Circulate,
But Are Saved Up for Ornaments.
“Almost all our gold dollars are be-
ing used for the purposes of adorn-
ment, and its fate as a medium of
exchange has long been doomed,” said
an official of the Philadelphia mint.
“We are coining about 5,000 per
year for monetary circulation, and this
small amount is meant by the Treasu-
ry Department to be merely for the
purpose of keeping enough on hand
to make change in paying dispositors of
gold bullion. If 1t were not for this,
probatly the coinage of gold dollars
would be suspended.
Nearly all the gold dollars in exist-
ence have been turned into articles of
jewelry or are in private desks or bu-
reaus to be kept as keepsakes. This
disuse of the gold dollar as a medium
of exchange has been caused by its
small size, being so diminutive that
the possessor is continually alarmed
lest it might drop through the seams of
the pocket. On March 3, 1849, the
United States Mint was authorized by
law to coin $1 gold pieces. The weight
fixed for the coin was 25.8 grains, and
the degree of fineness 900. Immediate-
ly upon the coins introduction to the
people it received a cold shoulder be-
cause of its inconvenient size.
The Treasury authorities, says the
Philadelphia Record, endeavored to ob-
viate this unpopularity of the coin in
1885, when it was ordered to be made
thinner, and consequently greater in
diameter. But this enlargement of the
surface of the gold dollar did not
suffice to clear away the popular
opinion that the coin was too small.
After the coinage of gold was virtual-
ly stopped then came a popular rage
of gold dollar bangles. The young
man in society was obliged, in order
to keep on good terms with the fair
sex, to give them coins to jingle from
their bracelet.
Silver dimes had first caught the
popular eye, but in a very short time
were thought
common, and gave place to gold ones.
The beauty and delicateness of the
almost ostracized goll dollar were ad-
mirably suited to the tapering feminine
wrist, and it became as it is now the
favorite bangle. When the young
man bought a gold dollar at the bank
and took it to his jeweler he filed and
polished the reverse side of the coin and
engraved the initials of the young
man’s fair Dulcinea. Very often the
Goddess of Liberity upon the obverse
sentiment and the date on
bangle was given.
Within the past few years the gold
dollar has been branching out in addi-
tional directions. They are being given
to old couples celebrating the golden
anniversary of their marriage, and sent |
. to Americans living in foreign lands,
Thera '
who want them for keepsakes.
has consequently been an enormous
demand for the coin, which, on ac-
count of the small number coined
vearly, cannot be met. Bankers, with
an eye for a good thing, have brok-
as to how it reached the island.
|
|
ers in large cities who gather up all
the gold dollars that can be found.
If we coined 1,000,000 gold dollars
yearly,” said an official in the Phila-
delphia mint yesterday, ‘the demand
would not be satisfied. A few days
ago we received a letter from a man
living in Cincinnati who wanted 100
gold dollars. We answered that we
could not grant his request. He then
wrote to the Secretary of the Treasury
at Washington, and this letter was re-
ferred to the Director of the mint, James
P. Kimball, who wrote to the gentle-
man at Cincinnati that he could not be
accommodated, Director Kimball has
officially notified us by letter that the
small coinage of gold dollars should
be distributed from the mint here with
care, not to allow them to pass into
the hand of manufacturers for mutila-
tion incidental to conversion intoarticles
of adornment.
We are however, allowed to sell as
many proof gold dollars as we please.
Each one costs $1,25. They are struck
from polished dies on 2 hand press, and
present a glossy appearance. We sell
a great many of these proof gold dollars
yearly, but the people do not want to
pay $1.25 for a $1 gold piece when
they can get it for even money.
An Era of Fruit Growing.
The farmers of Chester county seem
to have been moving forward this spring
in a manner that does credit to their in-
telligence. They appear to have broken
away from the customary methods of
past years and sought in more diversi-
fied industries’ a partial relief from the
era of depression which is upon them
as well as upon the tillers of the soil
everywhere throughout the land. They
have gone into fruit growing more
earnestly than ever before and will
try to unite this branch of agricultural
industry. Some men have set out as
many as a thousand trees, pear, peach
and quince. In two townships alone
over 11,000 trees were set cut, and it is
believed that in the entire county the
number will reach nearly 100,000. The
soil of Chester county is said to be un-
usually well adapted to friut culture
and no doubt these interprising pomo-
logists will find an abundant reward in
their new departure. The returns from
fruit growing ae likely to be more re-
munerative than those from wheat and
corn. The whole country grows the
latter, and, as a consequence, competi-
tion and overproduction have, in re-
cent years, reduced prices below the
cost of production here in the East. It is
true, there has been at times gluts in
the fruit market, but thers are of short
duration, and even when they do occur
there are easy means of preserving the
surplus in an enduring way so that itean
be marketed to even better advantage
than in its natural condition. In this
condition it is marketable the whole
year through.
But not in Chester county alone has
there been a decided tendency among
farmers in the direction of fruit grow-
ing on a more extended scale. Over
in Schuykill county thesame thing has
been done. During the past few years
250,000 fruit-bearing trees has been
planted there. Something of same kind
has been done here in Lancaster county.
Young peach orchards of from 500 to
1,000 trees are no longer unknown, and
everybody knows that vast numbers of
fruit trees of many kinds are annually
set out. Of course, this is not forestry
in the true sense of the term, but it
is work along kindred lines and in a
measure leads towards the desired re-
sults. The fields are more or less cover-
ed. Rapid evaporation is checked,
erosion is in some measure prevented
and general good results had. Where
profit goes hand in hand with utility,
as it does in this instance, there is
abundant room to hope that we have
reached the beginning of a better era.—
Lancaster New Era.
Speech For the Deaf,
it is, perhaps, not genzrally known
by parents of deaf children throughout
Pennsylvania, that a boarding school
has been recently established in Seran-
ton, Pa., to teach the deaf to speak and
develop them mentally through lip-read-
ing, where all classes of deaf children—
residing in Pennsylvania are admitted
free. Oral teaching for the deaf, the
system which in all countries but this is
gradually supplanting all others, has its
most complete application in this State
in the Pennsylvania Oral School for the
Deaf at Scranton. It is encouraging to
know that the exhibit of this school at
the Paris Exhibition of 1889 received a
silver medal. This recognition is of the
more consequence, as France, the coun-
try in which the sign language originat-
ed, has abolished its teachings and con-
ducts the entire training of the deaf on
the oral system.
Correspondence with parents and
friends of deaf children is solicited.
Address Miss Emma Garret, Principal
Pennsylvania Oral School for the Deaf,
Scranton, Pa.
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Killed a Monster West India Lizzard
Two Mexican fishermen killed an ug-
ly and vicious anolis of the lizzard spe-
cies on Padre Island, near Corpus Chris-
ti, Texas, but not until a hard battle bad
been fought. Tt measured four feet
long and thirteen inches in circamfer-
ence, with claws equal to a tiger's. It
contained twenty-four eggs. This mon-
ster is a native of the West India islands
and the first ever seen there.
During the combat the anolis several |
times changed its color from green to
brown and vice versa, a peculiarity of
its tribe. Many theories are advanced
The
most plausible is that it came in one of
| the huge mahogany logs from foreign
lands that are frequently wished ashore.
| — Kansas City Journal.
side of the dollar was replaced by a y
which tha |
To Borr SPINACH.--Spinach is called
by the French péople the broom of the
stomach, because it keeps that depart-
ment of the interior in such fine order.
Spinach will cook inten minutes, and it
will not taste like the sodden mass di-
vested of all life that is usually served
under that name. The water should be
at the boiling point, and there should
be a little salt in it, then put the con-
scientiously washed spinach into it; it
will not lose in bulk, and will retain its
flavor wonderfully.
| Leader this evening contains
The Swifter Will be the Vengeance.
From the New York Commercial Bulletin.
To those of our readers who may be ;
wondering why our columns ate not
overflowing with protests against the Me- |
Kinley bill, the contemplated doubling |
of silver issues, the iniquitous pension
proposals and other gross abuses of leg-
islative power, we can only say that pro-
tests and argument are but so much
waste paper with the reckless majority
who now control congressional legisla-
tion. They have deliberately agreed to
subordinate the public interests to ex-
pedient for carrying the coming elections
and having made up their minds |
that money can buy them impunity
from the consequences ot the daring bar- !
gain, they turn a deaf ear to all counsel.
The people, not as partisans but as citi-
zens, not of one shade of party opinion
but of all shades are amazed at their au-
dacity, and with broad unanimity con-
clude that with legislators thus defiant !
of public opinion there is but one course
—to reserve the expression of their will
until their turn comes to speak at the
polls. Ofcourse, this reticence does not
prevent the enactment of mischievous
laws which must remain in force some
years before they can be remedied; nor
could any other course avert that mis-
fortune; but it will have the result of |
causing the ultimate explosion of bot-
tled wrath to be the more effective. The
more the public judgment is outraged,
and the more patiently such outrage is
borne, the swifter will be the vengeance
when its hour comes. We conceive this
to be the largely preponderant sentiment
of at least the business portion of the
community.
A Cruel School Law.
Illinois is Notthe Only Statein Which
It Is in Force.
Dr. David Booth, of Sparta, Ill,
recently called attention in the Journal
of the American Medical Association
to a rule common in our schools that
all children going out during school
hours are kept in during one-third of
the corresponding play hours. While
it is true tbat children are likely to
make the necessities of nature an ex-
cuse for getting a few minutes holi-
day during school hours, this rule is
both cruel and injurious in practice,
Children dislike being kept from play,
and in schools where this rule is in
force they overcome so far as possi-
ble the temporary desire to obey the
calls of nature. With older children
this may not be so injurious, and tends
to train them to regular habits. But
there can be no doubt that the rule in-
volves the torture of very many obedient
and studious pupils, and the more they
obey the rule the more they must dam-
age their health. Dr. Booth describes
two cases of illness due to this barbaric
rule, and a St. Louis paper has re-
cently described a case of a boy of 6
years dying of brain fever brought on
by irritation consequent upon enforce-
ment of this silly law. The teacher's
repeated refusals to let the child leave
the room during school hours so preyed
upon the little sufferer’s mind that he
made appeals during his delirium to be
allowed “to go out.”
It is almost beyond belief that such a
rule exists in a civilized country;
but it is a fact.— Chicago Herald.
Horrors Piled on Horrors.
A Cyclone and a Conflagration Sweep
Away a Russian Town.
St. PETERSBURG, May 27,—Horrible
scenes are reported as having occurred
during the burning of Tomsk, the capi-
tal of Western Siberia. The place was
visited simulataneously by a conflagra-
tion and a cyclone, the result of the
combined disasters being the destruction
of three quarters of the buildings, which
were of wood, and the loss of hundreds
of lives. The cathedral, situated in
the high town, is in ashes. The walls of
the edifice in falling crushed an adjacent
hospital, burying the inmates, who
were subsequently roasted alive. The
garrison brutally refused to render
the least assistance to saving lives and
property on the plea that they had en-
ough to do to protect the barracks and
other government buildings. They al-
so added that had no time to assist
“worthless exiles.”” In strong contrast
to this action of the troops was that of the
worthy bishop and his assistant priests.
Marching through the burning city at
the head of a procession, with banners
and other sacred emblems, he stopped
at frequent intervals to give absolution
to the dying and to bless the dead. And
never was the consolation carried by
these sacred rites more greatly needed
than by the panic-stricken mob of suffer-
ers, who huddled together in the streets,
and finally believing that the end of the
world had come abandoned themselves
to utter despair. Much of the suffering,
however, might have been averted had
there been the slightest attempt to or-
ganize relief,
As if fire and water were not capable
of inflicting misery enough on the un-
fourtunate outcasts, the stormn was fol-
lowed by a sudden fall in the tempera-
ture, and soon the devastated city wes
buried beneath a mantle of snow that
added stinging wounds to the suffering
thousands of shelterless men, women
and children.
Wallace in No Combination,
WILKESBARRE, Pa., May 2p—7Ve
e fol-
lowing : Some time ago The Leader
took up the charge—emanating original-
lv, it is believed from Erie~that Mr.
Wallace wasin the gubernatorial fight
simply as the head of an anti-Cleveland
conspiracy, and declared its utter disbe-
lief in the truth of the allegation.
In a letter to a friend in this city, and
dated at Clearfield, May 10, the ex-
Senator says . “This much I can as-
sure you of, and you may make it pub-
lic in any way you see fit, and that is
the simple fact that I have made no
combination of any kind or character
Prsidentislly against Mr. Cleveland.”
he Leader says uext to Ricketts Wal-
lace would be the strongest candidate.
Excrisu Ruavsars Tart.—Prepare
the fruit as for using when stewed, fill a
pudding dish with the prepared fruit,
cover with family pie-erust or puff-paste,
and bake, serve with sugar and cream.
REF TR TTI TT TST
All Sorts of Paragraphs.
—Michigan is free from debt.
—A character of great breath—Fal-
staff's,
—In Buenos Ayres it costs £5.50 to
see the circus.
—Dom Pedro is writing ‘or the sci-
entific magazines.
—Cradlc and coffin are the bounds
that inclose the world.
—Great finds of carbonatesand galena
are reported near Barker, Mont.
—Lord Tennyson is now giving more
attention to the gout than to poetry.
—Queen Christine, of Spain, is
thirty-five, very pretty and very popu-
lar.
-—The American girl and her money
are soon parted when she buys a for-
eign title,
—Mrs. John Drew is 69 years of age
and has been on the stage sixty-three
years.
—The eight-hour day has been the
rile in Anstralia for more than thirty
years,
—A Connecticut newshoy is cutting
his third set of teeth, He is eighty-
three.
—Ouida and Patti have earned more
money than any other two women of
the century.
—A cross-eye or squint of the right
eye debars a man from admission to the
regular army.
—A fine statue was unveiled the oth-
er day at Colona of Marshall, the dis-
cover of gold in California.
_ —John D. Rockefeller, the Standard
Oil King, was a newspaper reporter a
quarter of a century ago.
—The Pope is a frugal man. He is
said to spend less than $1,000 annually
on his own personal comfort.
—A “sunshine-room’ is one of the
chief attractions of the new wing of the
Children’s Hospital in Boston.
—The great Forth-bridge is to be
painted, and they find that there are
twenty acres of it to be covered with
the brush.
—A park of thirty acres has been
secured at Manchester, N. H., to con-
tain a monumental statue of General
Stark.
—May began more quietly than the
people expected. The labor disturb-
ances did not disturb to any great ex-
tent.
—One of the signs ofthe permanency
of republicanism iu Brazil is that the
government invites the free criticism of
the press.
—Queen Victoria now coprights all
official Government publications and
gives’ notice she will maintain her
rights therein.
—New York barbers are removing
the clocks from their shops because
customers get nervous by watching
them while being shaved.
—Life is not worth living in Eng-
land. A youth named Robert Heard
has just been sentenced to six weeks
hard labor for kissing a girl.
—The real inventor of the powder
used for the Lebel rifles is not the
colonel of that name, but M. Vielle, a
young French engineer.
—Patti draws the line somewhere,
even when a money consideration is in
view. She receatly refused to write an
essay on the voice for $1.000.
—DMus. Catherine Sharp, of Philadel
phia, when a little girl sold milk to
General Washington and his staff from
her father’s farm. She is now 112
years old.
—The physician-in-ordinary to a dis-
tinguished statesman in China is a wo-
man who goes under the name of Dr.
King. She has an extensive practice
in Shanghai.
—Mary Queen of Scots’ marriage
contract with Francis 11, of France 1s
to be sold by auction shortly in Lon-
don. It isa quaint old manuscript of
nine folio leaves.
~The custom of playing out theatre
audiences to the music of “The Star-
Spangled Banner’ was inaugurated in
several New York City play-houses
the other evening.
—The German Government proposes
to put the army on a peace-footing by
adding 5,000 men to the infantry,
6,000 to the artillery and fifty-tour bat-
teries of improved cannon to the field
artillery.
—The loyal citizens of Cologne have
provided a magnificent cup of gold
and enamel, which is to be exclusively
used by the Emperor of Germany in
drinking toasts when he pays a state
visit to the city.
—A large oak tree in the cemetery
at Salem, Va., was split by lightning
last week, exposing a silver teapot
which contained the skull of a child.
The date on the teapot was 1828. Its
history is a mystery.
—The Emperor of Germany is said,
on excellent Berlin authority, to medi-
tate a visit to France with the yiew of
a formal reconciliation, so tar as Em-
peror and President could reconcile,
between the two countries,
—A man recently hanged in a South-
ern State was born on Friday, was mar-
ried on Friday, presented with twins on
Friday, committed his crime on Friday
and was hanged on Friday. And his
his name wasn’t Friday.
—The youngest State executive in
the country is acting Governor Taggart
of New Hampshire, who is officiating
during the serious illness of Governor
Goodell. He is only thirty years of
age.
—The wills of two big Philadelphia
millionaires were probated the other
day. The man worth $2,000,000 gives
more than halt to public institutions,
and the one worth $4,500,000 gives but
£100,000 to charitable institutions.
—Nine out of ten men are too lazy
to breathe properly. About eighty or
ninety cubic inches of air always re-
main in a man’s lungs, and about the
same amonnt of sluggishly changing
air remains after ordinary expiration,