Bellefonte, Pa., June 20, 18390.
THE SPIRIT ROSEBUD.
Baby is dead—speak low, step light;
How tranquil is her rest! ;
Hertiny hands were placed last night
n her waxen breast. :
And when the morn broke calm and bright,
And deep was our despair,
We gazed upon her face so white,
And saw a sweet smile there.
The monrning mother sobbed aloud
As she her darling scanned ;
And while each head in sorrew bowed
She fixed within its hand
A tiny rosebud, fresh and sweet,
Which round its perfume shed.
“This, this,’’ she moaned, “is emblem meet
For my dear, precious dead 1”
Next day, while sorrowing neighbors stood
Holding sweet flowers of spring,
The tiny rosebud, red as blood,
Showed signs of opening.
And ere the funeral rites were through
Each mourner in the room
Thrilled with astonishment te wiew
The bud burst in full bloom.
The elergyman, with trembling voice
Anddeep emotion said : o
“Rejoice, my sorrowing friends, rejoice !
The baby is not dead!
God, in his loving tenderness,
This doken sweet has given,
That she who budded in distress
Is blooming now in heaven!” :
— Francis S. Smith, in New York Weekly.
A CHANGE OF BASE.
The Deacon Concludes That the Beau-
tiful Is also Useful.
Deacon Tilden had the squarest,
neatest white horse that ever showed
its keen angles from the dusky clumps
of old lilac bushes. In front of it stood,
on each side of the doorway, two thrif-
ty cherry trees, which bore a bushel
each every season. Excepting the
aforementioned lilac trees, there was
not a flower or shrub around the place.
Rose bushes the deacon thought rotted
the house, and the honeysuckle which
his wife tried to train over the porch
was torn down when the painters came,
and on the whole the deacon said what
was the use of putting it up as long as
it did not bear anything ?
By the side of the house was a thrif-
ty, well-kept garden, with plenty of
currant bushes, gooseberry bushes and
quince trees—and the beets and car-
rots and onions were the pride of the
deacon’s heart; as he often proudly
said, “every thing was for use’—there
was nothing fancy about it. His wife
put in timorously one season for a flow-
er-border—Mrs. Jenkins had given her
a petunia and Mrs. Simpkins had
brought her a package of flower seeds
from New York—and so a bed was
laid out. But the thrifty deacon soon
found out that the weeding of it took
time that Mrs. Tilden might give her
dairy, or to making shirts and knitting
stockings, aud so it really troubled his
conscience. The next spring he turned
it into his cornfield, and when his wife
mildly intimated her disappointment,
said, placidly : “After all, ‘twas a thing
of no use, and took time’—and Mis.
Tilden, being a meek woman, and one
of the kind of saints who always sup-
pose themselves miserable sinners,
specially confessed her sin of being in-
wardly vexed about the incident in her
prayers that night, and prayed
that her eyes might be turned off from
beholding vanity, and that she might
be quickened in the way of minding
her work.
The front parlor of the deacon’s
house was the most frigid asylum of
neatness that ever discouraged the eye
of a visitor. The four blank walls were
guiltless of any engraving or painting,
or of any adornment but an ordinary
wall paper and a framed copy of the
Declaration of Independence—on each
of the three sides stood four chairs—
under the looking-glass was a shining
mahogany table, with a large Bible
and an almanac on it—and a pair of
cold, glistening brass andirons illustrat
ed the place. The mental-shelf above
had a pair of bright brass candlerticks
with a pair of snuffers between, and
that was all. The deacon liked it
—it was plain and simple—no non-
sense about it—every thing for use and
nothing for show—it suited him. Hig
wife sometimes sighed and looked
round it when she was sewing, as if she
wanted something, and then sung in
the good old psalm :
“From vanity turn off my eyes;
Let no corrupt design
Or covetous desires arise
Within this heart of mine.”
The corrupt design to which this es-
timable matron had keen tempted had
been the purchase of Parian flower va-
ses, whose beauty had struck to her
heart when she went with her butter
and eggs to the neighboring city—but
recollecting herself in time she had
resolutely shut her eves to the allure-
ment and spent the money usefully in
buying loaf sugar.
For itis to be remarked that the
deacon was fond of geod eating and
prided himself on the bounties of his
wife's table. Few women knew better
how to set one—and the snowy bread,
golden butter, clear preserves and jel-
lies were themes of admiration at ‘all
tables in the land. The deacon didn’t
mind a few cents in a ponnd more for
a nicer ham, and would now and then
bring in a treat of oysters from the city
when they were dearest. Those were
comforts, he said, and one must stretch
a point fo the comforts of life.
The deacon must not be mistaken
for a tyrannical man or a bad husband.
When he quietly put his wife's flower-
patch into his corn field he thought he
had done her a service by curing her
ot an absurd notion for things that took
time and made trouble and were of no
use. And she, dear soul, never had
breathed a dissent to any course of his
loud enough to let him know she had
one. He laughed in his sleeves often
when he saw her tranquilly knitting or
shirt-making at those times she had
been wont to give to her poor little con-
. traband pleasures. As for the flower
vases, they were repented of—and Mrs.
Tilden put a handful of spring anemo-
ues into a cracked pitcher and set it on
her kitchen table, till the deacon tossed
| If she ever was sick, co man could be
them out of the window—he “counldn’t
bear to see weeds growing round.”
The poor little woman had a kind of
chronic heart sickness, like the pin-
ing of a tcething child ; but she never
knew exactly what it was'she wanted.
kinder than the deacon. He had been |
known. to harness in all haste and rush
to the neighboring town at four o'clock
in the morning that he might bring
ber some delicacy she had a fancy for
that he could see the use of. He could
not sympathize in her craving desire to
see Power's Greek Slave, which was
exhibiting in a neighboring town.
“What did Christian people want of
sun images ?”’ he wanted to know. He
thought the Scripture put that thing
down—*Eyes have they, but they see
not—ears have they, but they hear not
—neither speak they through their
throat. That that make them are like
unto them : so is every one that trusteth
in them.” There was the deacon’s
opinion of the arts, and Mrs. Deacon
only sighed, and wished she could see
it, that was all.
But it came to pass that the deacon’s
eldest son went to live in New York,
and from that time strange changes be-
gan to appear in the family that the
deacon didn’t like ; but as Jethro was
a smart, driving lad, aod making mon-
ey at a great pace, he at first said noth-
ing. But on his mother's birthday
down he came and brought a box for
his mother, which, being unpacked,
contained a Parian statuette of Paul
and Virginia—a lovely, simple little
group as ever held its story in clay.
Everybody was soon standing round
it in open-mouthed admiration, and
poor Mrs. Tilden wiped her eves more
than once as she looked on it. It seem-
ed a vision of beauty in the desolate
neatness of the best room.
“Very pretty, I 'spose,” said the dea-
con, doubtfuliy—for like most fathers
of spirited twenty-three-olders, he be-
gan to feel a little awe of his son—
“but, dear me, what a sight of money
to give for a thing that after all is of
no use.”
“I think,” said Jothre, looking at
his mother’s suffused eyes, “it is one
of the most useful things that has-been
brought into the house this many a
day.’
“I don’t see how you're going to
make it out,” said the deacon, looking
apprehensively at the young Wisdom
that hhd risen in his household.
“What will you wager me, farther,
that I will prove out of your own mouth
that this statuette is as useful as your
cart and oxen?”
“IT know you've got a great way of
coming round folks, and twitching
them up before they fairly know where
they are; but I'll stan’ you on this
question, anyway.”
“Well now, father, what is the use
of your cart and oxen ?”’
“Why, [ could not work the farm
without them, and you'd all have notb-
ing to eat, drink or wear.”
“Well, and what is the use of our
eating, drinking and wearing ?”
“Use? why we could not keep alive
without it.”
“And what is the use of our keeping
alive 2,’
“The use of our keeping alive ?”’
“Yes, to be sure ; why do we try and
strive and twist and turn to keep alive,
and what's the use of living ?”
“Living I—why do we want to live;
we enjoy living—all creatures do— dogs
and cats and every kind of beast. Life
is sweet.”
“The use of living, then, is that we
enjoy it 2”
#Yeas.”?
“Well, we all enjoy this statuette, so
that there is the same value to that is
in living; and if your oxen and
carts and clothes, and all that you call
necessary things, have no value except
the enjayment, then this statuette is a
short cut to the great thing for which
your farm and every thing else is de-
signed. You do not enjoy your cart
for what it is, but because of its use to
get food and clothes—and food and
clothes we value for the enjoyment
they give. But a statuette or picture
or any beautiful thing gives enjoyment
at once. We enjoy it the moment we
see it—for itself and not for any use we
mean to make of it. So that it strikes
the great end of this life quicker than
anything else, don’t it? Hey, father—
haven't I got my case?”
“I believe the pigs are getting into
the garden,” said the deacon, rushing
out of the front door.
But to his wife he said before going
tobed: “Isn't it amazing the way
Jethro can talk. I could not do it my-
self, but I had itin me tho' if I'd had
his advantages. Jethro is a chip of the
old block.—Mrs. H. B. Stone, in Farm,
Field and Stockman.
L
Value of the Flesh-Brush.
It is well known that muscles put to
any unusual or severe strain are likely to
sutfer lameness and soreness. Some
times thi spaves the way for rheumatism.
A brisk rubbing of the parts that have
been overworked will save subsequent
lameness. If the lower limbs are trea-
ed in this way after an unusual and fa-
tiguing walk, the naturally-expected
lameness will be quite sure to be missed
the following day. Those who find it
difficult to get to sleep at night should
try the experiment of giving the body a
brisk and thorough rubbing just before
retiring, using the palms of the hands,
or a moderately stiff towel, or flesh-brush,
while the eftect of freeing the pores of
the skin from deleterious matter would
be beneficlal to the general health.
With babies, a gentle but thorough rub-
bing of the whole body with the hands
at night not only quiets the nerves and
renders the little ones generally comfor-
table, but induces refreshing sleep. This
is a fact with which many mothers are |
unfamiliar, but which, 1f followed,
would add much to the comfort and
To the Farmers.
A little over thirty years ago, says the
Philadelphia Record, the merchants of
the United States owned 75 per cent. of
the vessels carrying the foreign tonnage
of America. To-day they own none of
them. So extinct has become the Amer-
ican flac upon the seas of the world that
Neliie Bly, in her trip lasting 73 days,
never saw the Stars and Stripes floating
from the masthead of a vessel from the
time of her leaving this country until
her return. This grand old emblem of
Liberty has been ‘‘protected’’—that is
taxed—off of the ocean highways of the
world, Its freedom has been para-
lyzed by trade restrictions. Just as a
caged eagle pines and dies in captivity
so has the American flag drooped and
died in the captivity of protection. So
well did the merchants and sailors in the
early history of our government under-
stand their calling and- their interests
that it was with them that the cry ‘Free
trade and sailors’ rights” originated.
Free trade in commerce—which is the
right to do business with whom you
please—is a thing of the past; and
‘sailors’ rights” have died with the
death of the’ commerce of the United
States. This has happened within the
last thirty years of the history of this
country.
The same influences are now under-
mining and destroying the farmers and
farmirg industries of the United States.
More farms are being sold out every
month in the counties adjacent to Phila-
delphia than were sold ten or twelve
years ago during an entire year. Except-
ing its foreign commerce, no industry of
this country is so paralyzed to-day as
that of farming. It is fast becoming a
business of the past ; not only in so far
as to hardly enable a man to make a liv-
ing for himself and family, but in every
respect. History is repeating with the
farmers the experience of the sailors.
The farmers as a class do not seem to un-
derstand what is meant by selling in a
free trade market and buying in a taxed
warket. They seem to fail to appre-
ciate the fact that Liverpool makes the
price of grain for Pennsylvania, the
same as it does for Russia and India,
and do not comprehend that itis the
price of thneir surplus products that
makes them either successful or bank-
rupt.
The farmers of this country are now
doing a business on a basis of buying
milk by dry measure and selling it by
wine measure. They are buying by the
short ton of 2,000 pounds and selling by
the long ton of 2,240 pounds. They are
doing just the reverse of what they
should do in order to become successful
farmers or successful traders. Of all
the callings in this country the one that
could stand free trade more absolutely
is that of the farmer | If the McKinley
{ tariff bill should become a law, and be
enforced for three years, it is safe to say
that no farmer in Pennsylvania would
be able to pursue his calling and make
his expenses. When it is understood
that about 45 per cent of the people of
the United States are farmers or are in-
terested in farming industries, it may
be realized how disastrous to the indus-
tries of this country would be the en-
forcement of the provisions of the Me-
Kinley Tariff bill.
A Few Dont's,
Dear boys and girls, may I say a few
“don'ts” to you, if I’ll be very smiling
and pleasant about it? They are not
agreeable, I know, but like some other
bitter medicine, they may do good. So
come, all you who are “willing-heart-
ed,” and want to grow up into the very
best of men and women, and listen to
me just for a few minutes.
Don’t chew gum! It hurts you.
You were not made to chew a cud like
cows, and any departure from the plan
on which your bodies were made will
bring evil upon you, in some way. It
may not make you feel bad in any way,
for awhile, but you are opening wide
the door for that terror, “King Dys-
pepsia.”’
Then youll lose your rosy cheeks
and bright eyes ; in fact, you will lose
all enjoyment of living. Will the pre-
sent pleasure of chewing pay for the
future misery ?
And, oh ! boys, it will make you an
easy prey to the temptation to chew
tobacco—it is a stepping-stone to to-
bacco—and that form of temptation is
about hard enough to resist now. Don’t
make it any harder.
Don’t talk in a loud voice on the
streets, or any public place. Don’t do
any thing to attract attention to your-
selves in public. I assure you that
older people have eyes and opinions;
and they watch you more closely than
you think ; don’t think they don’t see
because they make no sign. They
judge you by your actions and the
quiet modest bop, or girl, is the one
who is most admired.
Don’t be selfish in public. Don’t be
80 busy having a good time yourselves
that you prevent others around you from
enjoying anything ; it is unkind, and
you don’t want to be unkind, I know.
Don’tgo to a public place to have a
frolic. If you do not want to give at-
tention to what is going on there, stay
away, an. have your frolic at home.
rer ——
Morton’s Case.
The Synod Says He Derives Profit
Indirectly from the Sale of Liquors.
NEw York, June 11.—At the after-
noon session of the Presbyterian synod,
Rev. Acheson, of Towa, called the at-
tention of the synod to the editorial
comments of the press on the report of
the committee on temperance in which
it was asserted that Vice President Mor-
ton derives profit from the sale of
liquors in the property he owns or con-
trols. The reverend gentleman suggest-
ed that the report be amended unless it
was strictly accurate. Dr. McCallister,
of Pittsburg, said that it was certainly
true that the vice president rented his
property in Washington for a purpose
which the moral sense of the nation con-
well-being both of themselves and their |
children. Harsh or long-continued fric- |
tion is to be advoided since this would '
irritate the skin and cause discomfort. |
To assist in freeing the pores of their |
impurities, a gentle pressure or knead-
ing of the surface of the body is benef-
cial for those who are somewhat advanc-
ed in years.
demned. The Rev. George, of Beaver
Falls, Pa., claimed that Morton derived
direct profit from the sale of wine on his
property. Onimotion of Rev. Dr. Steven-
son, of Philadelphia, the report of the
committee was amended so as to read
“Derives profit indirectly from the sale
of liquors.” This seemed satisfactory
and there were no dissenting votes.
The Cigarette Evil,
Heart failure is one of the almost cer-
tain results of cigarette smoking, and is
no doubt the cause of death in more
cases than is suspected. When the law
forbidding the sale of cigarettes to boys
under 16 was passed, it was thought the
evil would be at least partially abated,
and for a time such was the case, but
within a few months it has broken out
afresh, and seemingly with more vigor
than ever. The Philadelphia Star
would like to know whose duty it is to
see thatthe anti-cigarette law is enforced.
There is every reason to believe that no
more attantion is paid to it than if it had
never been enacted. Boys get theirsup-
plies of the forbidden articles from some
source and seemingly in any desired
quantity. It is just such neglectfas this
that brings so many of our laws and or-
dinances into disrepute and renders them
null and void.
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A Sure Help for Pneumonia.
The following recipe for pneumonia
has been handed us by a gentleman who
tells us that he knows it will help suffer-
ers from the disease, as it has been tried
recently by a friend to whom he gave it
aud afforded instant relief. The follow-
ing is the recipe: Take ten or twelve
raw onions and chop fine, and put in a
large spider over a hot fire; then add
about the same quantity of rye meal
and vinegar enough to form a thick
paste; let it simmer five or ten minutes.
In the meantime stir it thorougly, then
pul it in a cotton bag large enough to
cover the lungs, and apply to the chest
as hot as the patient can bear; when
this gets cool apply another, and thus
continue by repeating the poultices, and
in a few hours the patient will be out of
danger. This valuable recipe was giv-
en him several years ago by an old phy-
sician, who stated that it had never
failed in a single instance to effect a
cure of this too often fatal malady.
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Which
Born.
The House in Abraham
Was
Not far from Aleppo is situated the
hitle town of Orfah (the ancient Ur of
the Chaldees), which is of great histori-
cal interest, it having been the birth-
place of the patriarch Abraham. There
are few Jews in the place, but the Arabs
still point out a small building, lying
outside the town, which they declare to
be the house wherein Abraham first saw
the light and which they therefore term
Beit EI-Chaltl (the house of the friend
of God). Tt is most improbable that the
actual house shouid have stood for
thousands of vears, but there is no doubt
that the building in question is of great
antiquity. By its present owner, an
Arab peasant, as well as the Arabs gen-
erally, it is held in utmost veneration,
the more so since it is feared that within
a few years it will fall to the ground a
victim of natural decay. —S7. Louis Re-
public.
EAP A A Cra
Getting Fat.
Growing fat seems to be a constitu-
tional and hereditary affair, and to de-
pend very little on one’s own personal
habits, or the amount that one eats and
drinks. Although at his death Daniel
Lambert weighed more than seven hun-
dred pounds, and was not quite six feet
tall—his vast bulk never, however,
seeming to incommode him— yet when
he weighed over four hundred he walk-
ed long distances with less fatigue than
was endured by his companions who
weighed comparatively nothing, and
until shortly before his death he was ac-
tive in field exercises. He never spent
much time in bed, sleeping less than
eight hoursin the twenty-four, was a
moderate eater, and drank only water,
and still, in spite of all this, he went on
accumulating adipose in a way that
leads one to inquire seriously if eating,
and drinking, and indolence, and self-
indulgence have really a great deal to
do with the laying on of fat.— Exchange.
IC RT
At the Bottom of the Sea.
In St. Nicholas, for May, C. F. Hal-
der gives his experience as a diver off
the Florida coast: “The fishes were
beautiful,” he writes. ‘Some swam
over my arms and let me move my
hands towurd them. But most of them
were shy. As to the stories of sharks,
they are in the main not true. I have
had a shark come within five feet of me,
and when I raised my arm it darted off
in such a hurry that the boiling of the
water nearly threw me off my feet. Of
course there may be cases where a very
large shark might attack a diver; but
if he should attack one wearing the
modern diver’s helmet orarmor, I think
the shark would have a hard time of it—
copper and glass would not make a very
good mouthful. :
A friend of mine had & funny expe-
rience. He was walking on a sandy bot-
tom, when suddenly be was lifted up-
ward, then thrown backward, and, but
for his pike, would have fallen. For a
few seconds the water was not clear.
Then he saw that the cause of his upset
was a big snake that had been lying
partly buried in the sand—asleep per-
haps. He had stepped with his leaden
shoes right on its back. ‘
Among the strange things that may
be seen by divers is the ocean forest, off
the eastern coast. The sandy bottom
there is covered with the hardened roots
of great trees, and in some instances
parts of trunks are standing, showing
that the coast there must have been set-
tled, and that the sea there must have
rolled in over the land. Sometimes we
go down at night, and then the scene
under water is often a beautiful sight.
Every jelly fish and living creature
seems to be ablaze with light. Your
rope appears to be on fire, and every mo-
tion makes the water glimmer. The
crabs and fishes sparkle, many with a
light of their own. So, you see, instead
of being a dark and barren place, as the
majority of the people seem to re-
gard it, the ocean even at the greatest
depth, is probably made bright by the
very animals that most need the light.”
——r——
Thunder storms are more frequent
in Java than in any other part of the
globe. On an average they occur in
the island on ninety-seven days in the
vear. In England the average marks
thunder storms on about seven days in
the year—only half the nuinber record-
ed in France
Blockade Runners.
How They Were Built and Painted—
Some Exciting Captures.
The vessels engaged in blockade run-
ning were built for the purpose. They
were long, narrow, low sidewheel steam-
ers with sharp bows that cut the water
like a knife, powerful engines, raking
funnels, and two masts, rigged as
schooners. The hull rose only a few
feet above the water. They were paint-
ed gray, so that even in the day-time
it would be difficult to see them faraway.
The forward part of the deck was cover-
ed over, so that they could run through
heavy seas. Before the war there was
very little commerce between England
and the Bermuda Islands, but pow the
harbors were alive with ships —great
seagoing steamers from Kngland loaded
with arms, cannon, powder, and goods
of all kinds—retarning to England
freighted with cotton. The blockade
runners brought the cotton from Wil-
mington and Charleston, delivered it to
the large steamers, took on board the
goods, arms and ammunition, and
steamed back to those ports, always
planning to run past the blockade vessels
in the night. When coming in all lights
were put out, and steam was blown off
under water. A man up in the “crow’s
nest” on the forward mast kept a
sharp lookout on the Union vessels.
The pilots knew every channel and
sandbar. The vessels were all light
draft. The blockade runner, was only
a runner, not a fighter. If he came too
close to a war ship he took to his heels.
The runners were so swift, the war
ships so slow, that they were rargly
captured when the chase was a stern
one.
It was a hard, exciting service which
the blockading fiests endured. During
the day the vessels cruised slong the
shores, looking into all inlets, or sailed
eastward to discover any approaching
blockade runner, but at sunset they
came close in-shore, almost under the
guns of Fort Sumpter at Charlesoa (r
Fort Fisher at Wilmington. All lights
were put out except the one lantern at
the masthead of the Commodore’s vessel.
Men were up in the rigging straining
straining their eyes through the night
to catch a sight of the swift runners.
On an October night, 1863, the Venus
from Nassau, approached Wilmington.
The lookout up at the masthead of the
steamer Nansemond, discovered her.
Lieut Lamsor, commanding the Nanze-
mond, when he had a duty to perform
was always ready. The fires were
blazing under his boilers—the steam
was up. In an instant the Nansemond
WAS away.
“Give her a shot!” he shouted.—The
long rifled guns flashed. The shot shut
ters the foremast of the Venus ; another
shot goes through her cabin ; the third
crashes through the forecastle, killing a
sailor ; the fourth struck the hull below
the water line. Both vessles are fast,
going fourteen knots an honr. The
captain of the Venus sees that he can-
not make the harbor, and runs tor the
shore. She strikes hard and fast; the
crew leaped into the water and reached
the sandy beach. The Nansemond
Iowers her Loats and the Venus cannot be
moved ; she is set on fire and the Nanse-
mond, at daylight, steams away.
“There she ic!” the lookout of the
Niphon shouted at daybreak a few
mornings later. Captain Breck, com-
manding the Niphon, saw a side wheel
steamer close in shore waking for Wil-
mington harbor. Another blockaler
was in pursuit. The Niphon was in a
position to intercept the runner—the
Ella and Anna. The captain of the
runner sees that he is cut off and he
determines to run the Niphon down.
Capt. Breck sees the situation.
‘Ready, boarders!” he shouts, and the
sailors, who have been thoroughly drill-
ed, seize their pistols and swords.
The cannon of Lig Niphon send a
shower of canister. The next moment
there is a crash, and the the bow-
spirit of the Niphon breaks like a
pipestern. Over the rail swarm the
boarders, and the next moment the Ella
and Anna is theirs, with 300 cases of
rifles and cargo worth $118,000. The
vessel is renamed the Malvern, and be-
comes one of the blockading fleet.
A great many blockade runners were
captured and destroyed, but the profits
were so enormous that others were
built. The officers and crews were will-
ing to run the risk for the high wages
they received. A captain received $5,-
000 for each successful trip, each one of
the crew $250, the chiefengineer $2,500,
and the pilot $3,500.— National Trib-
une.
Extension of Dining Car Service on the
Pennsylvaaia Lines.
In these days of hurry and rapid
transit the dining car has become an es-
sential element of every through train.
The Pennsylvania Railroad was the
pioneer in the East of this branch of the
service, and its dining cars won a well-
merited reputation among travelers. In
order to better provide for the comfort
of its through passengers dining cars
will, on and after June 16th, be added
to the equipment of all through trains
running over the lines west of Pitts-
burgh between the East and Cincinnati,
Chicago, and St. Louis. . The principal
trains on the lines east of Pittsburgh
are now equipped with these cars. and
their addition to those of the Western
territory will greatly enhance the con-
venience of passengers destined to the
three great Western termini.
Practicing the Australian System.
Many people in Baltimore are get-
ting acquainted with the Australian sys-
tom of voting. An assembly of the
Knights of Labor has erected in one of
the halls of the city a voting room with
two booths, All the officers and clerks
are appointed just as in a regular elec-
tion and tickets are supplied. The vot-
ers have been pleasantly disappointed
by their experiences. At first the sys-
tem looked difficult and the complica-
tions seemed hard to understand, but
practical tests soon showed that it
was the perfection of simplicity. Many
workingmen and citizens generally viz-
ited the rooms, and all were delighted
with the new law. The booths will be
kept open at night as long as public in-
terest in the experiment remains.
There is no charge, and the whole thing
is due to the public spirit of Electoral
Assembly, No. 6280, Knights of Labor:
PETIA
A EE TI TAT TE
Effect of Climate Upon Hair.
I am told by a scientist of high stand-
ing that there is less red hair as ocen-
eration succeeds generation in thi: coun-
try. He explains it by saving that
the effect of the American climate is
to produce brown hair, and that all
extremes of color will some dav be
blended in a deep chesnut brown. [y
is a matter of observation that white
horses are more numercus now than
girls with red hair, although it was
not more than three years ago a pop-
ular superstition that you could not see
one on the street without theother.— New
York Press.
Pehorning of Cattle.
Joseph Horst, a wealthy farmer of
Heidelberg, Lebanon county, was ac-
quitted of the charge of cruelty to ani-
mals in sawing off the horns of his cat-
tle in November. It was a test case,
and had defendant been convicted a
number of prosecutions would have fol-
lowed. The dehorning of cattle, which
has been practiced for some years in the
West, has been hut recently” introduced
in Eastern Pennsylvauia. Many {urm-
ers are opposed to it. Experts were
examined from all parts of the country.
The preponderance of testimony was in
favor of the defendant. A number of
witnesses swore that they rogarded the
practice a humane one. Tt was shown
'| that Horst had dehorned fifty head of
cattle.
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What Paresis Is,
‘“Paresis,” said a physician last night,
as he lighted a cigar and told a patient
that smoking was a dangerous vice, is’
a disease of which men, particularly
men of affairs, are very much afraid.
It is a hopeless disease, and physicians
have never been able to cure it: The
fear that it excites is due to the fact
that it is a malady that men measure
as it grows from day to day. Paresis,
is popularly known as softening of the
brain, but it is quite the reverse. The
brain hardens and contracts. The pop-
ular idea that this awful malady is due
to excesses of an improper sort is alto-
gether wrong. The great cause is WOITY,
overwork, a too constant application of
the brain along with the one idea
that is dominant in the United States—
a desire to grow rich. I saw an article
in the newspapers not long ago that
stated that the man of undisciplined
mentality, the self-made man, in fact, the
man whose brain was not trained and
the working of whose brain was n t
systematized by a good education, was
more susceptible to paresis than any
other type of man, and it has been my
observation that this is true. Men who
cannot stand success, men who, to use a
popular vulgarism, have the ‘swelled
head,” fall quicker than others. Yes,
itis true that no newspaper man has
died of paresis.
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A Few Fashion Points.
Black grenadine with flowered borders
will be very much worn.
A very natty coat for home or visiting
wear is the yatching jacket, striped or
plain.
India silks are elaborately made up.
and very much trimmed with lace and
ribbons.
Bodices and blouses in plaid surah
will be popular this summer for seaside
and country wear.
Passementerie trimmings of sll kinds
—silver, gilt, silk and wool—are char-
acterized by a pleasing modesty of de-
sign.
A parasol of red India silk, with spid-
er web designs in white rustic handle
and red silk cord and tassel, is a
pretty novelty.
Parasols of white bolting cloth with
elaborate puffings of white crepe de-
Chine and enameled white handles are
especially ornate.
‘White sailor hats with lace straw
crowns and straight Milan brims appeal
on sight to the fancy of young and pret-
ty lady shoppers.
Buckles in antique and oxidized silver,
steel, smcked pearl, jet and jeweled
effects are ail the go and the popular
shape is a palm leaf.
A canoe-shaped hat of almost univer-
sal becomingness is the ¢Julia,” in
black Neapolitan with a rosette bow of
black gauze ribbon, gold pins and em-
broidery.
The fancy of the hour for floral
garnitures bids fair to develop into a
mania. They form some part of every
article of a lady’s dress, and new arrang-
mentsmay be continually noted.
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Chloroform Discovered by Chance.
Chloroform, which has proved such an
inestimable hoon to thousands of suffer-
«ers, was discovered by chance. Dr. Simp-
son (who was afterwards knighted) set
himself to find some anwsthetic to take
the place of ether, which had gained a
bad name owing to the fact that several
deaths had occurred through the care-
less use of it. Other scientists joined
him in his researches, and carefully an-
alyzed every substance which they
thought was in the least likely to give
the desired result. One night the party
were busily engaged in their self impos-
ed task. They bad tested every sub-
ject which had been selected for experi-
ment without anything approaching #o
a favorable issue, and were beginning to
feel disheartened by their lack of suc-
cess.
As one of them was poking about the
laboratory to see if he could find any-
thing else which might be put into the
little testing glass with which each was
provided, he happened upon a small bot-
tle of dark substance which was looked
upon more as a curiosity than as possess-
ing any useful properties, With scarce-
ly a thought cfsuccess he poured a lit-
tle of it into each of the tubes, and the
members of the party began to inhale it.
For a few moments they seemed seized
with an unusual gladness, but scon they
one after another fell to the ground, ov-
ercome by the powerful fumes. As they
gradually came to again they recogniz-
ed that their search wasover, and from
that occasion dates the use of chloroform
as an enwmsthetic.— Montreal Star.
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——1It appears that of the immigrants
coming into this country more Italians
go back to their native land than any
other nationality.
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