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Bellefonte, Pa, February 13, 1891.
CHANGED HER MIND.
Dear BeLLk ; I went to church lastnight,
And saw your friend. Why, he’s a fright!
At least I think so. What is there, pray,
About his looks that made you say
That I'd admire him? Goodness me!
He’s homely, Belle, as he can be,
Monstrous mouth, retreating forehead,
And goggle eyes. I think he’s horrid.
# # J've seen that Mr. Knoxagain—
Your friend, I mean, that homely man
Of whom I wrote—and I declare
I must admit he has an air
About him that one must admire,
But, Belle, I think I soon shall tire
Of his rade manners. Why, the man
Stared till I had to use my fan!
* # J went last night to the soiree,
And who, think you,chanced there tobe?
Why, Charley Knox! We staid till four.
I danced with him six times, or more,
And he asked me—but don’t you teil—
To go with him next time. Now, Belle,
I’mnot in love. You'll laugh, I know,
Bat still I say he’s not my beau.
%* % Qh, Belle! Oh, Belle! what do you think
Happened ? Ican’t sleep a wink
Until I've told my d-arest friend—
My maidenhood is at an end.
That Charley Knox! Oh, dear, Oh, my!
1 don’t know whether to laugh or cry—
I never yet did feel so queer—
Just think ! I am engaged, my dear.
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GRANDMOTHER'S “COMING OUT”
PARTY.
BY LAURA B. CULVER, IN “THE HEARTH."
“Grandma dear, it's really to be one
of the very loveliest affairs there has
been this winter. It's my ‘Coming
Out,’ party, you know, and mamma
says it shall be just as nice a one as
any of the girls had, and Gertie Flint's
was awfully swell. Now, Grandma,
don’t lock shocked, that’s only a bit of
slang,” and Dollie Laigh looked such
a sweet, bewitching sinner that grand-
mother laughed as she shook her
head.
“Remember one thing, dearie,” she
said, “you are only nineteen, and I
don’t wart my Dollie spoiled. Be
sweet, frank and simple ; don’t try to
copy girls in society, but just be your
own little self.”
“I will, grandama, darling, I will,
and if I ever begin to feel too gay and
giddy I will just come up here and you
shall preach me one of your nice ser-
mons to make me good,’ and Dollie kis-
sed the true woman who was her chief
mainstay in life.
“Maybe, my darling, if I tell you
about my first party it may amuse you
a bit. Yes, indeed, I did have a lovely
party, although they were not very
common in my day, but you know I
was great grandfather Benham’s only
daughter ; I had two brothers but no
sister, and father and mother decided
that their Dollie should have a party.
They did not call it coming out in my
day.”
“Oh, yes, grandma, do tell me, I
know it must be lovely,” and Dollie
number two settled herself on a stool
at grandmother's feet with her brown
curly hair laid against her knee.
“Well,” began grandmother, “I was
Just eighteen, one year younger than
you, but young girls then were older
at that age than they are now. Father
was one of the wealthiest farmers in
that district those times, and as I was
always fond of study he let me take
Latin of the minister, and have a
governess for French, mathematics and
history for a whole year, which was a,
great advantage in-my day. Oh, father
did very well by me, and I guess he
never regretted it, for I was quick to
learn and bright as a cricket in those
days, mot at all unlike this Dollie, al-
though maybe it seems almost impos-
sible to you now.” And the old 'ady,
who at eighty was a beautitul example
of what old age may be, looked down
into the eyes that looked so lovingly
up into hers.
“Well, I ‘had studied hard and the
«crops were particularly good that year,
80 one night, some time in November,
father said to mether, ‘Liddy’—moth.
er's name was Lydia, but father never
spoke it so. ‘Liddy, don’t you think we
ought to give our Dollie a party ? She's
got to be quite a large girl, and I think
it’s our duty 'sides being our pleasure.’
“Of course I was all interest in a
minute, and mother was almost as
much interested ae I.
“‘That’s just the thing, David,” she
sald ‘we do owe Dallie a real nice par-
ty 'sides our pleasure, and if you're
agreeable, and nothing happens to pre-
vent, she shall have it.’
“Well, then, set the day, says fath-
er ‘for I'm more'n agreeable.’
‘How would Thursday week de?
says mother. ‘That's the—Ilet me see
—the fifth of December.’
“So it was all decided. Father en-
gaged the ‘fidaler’ of that part of the
country, mother went to making good-
ies, and I set myself to writing the in-
vitations. I had lots of friends, and as
our house was large I didn’t need to
leave any ane. All the boys and girls
of that neighberhood eame, and my
dear, your grandfather was the hand-
somest one among them.” And the
dear old lady sighed as she looked up
at the portrait ot a handsome old gen-
tleman which hung where she conid
always see it.
“Well, they began to arrive in twos
and threes ard sleighfulls, and moth-
er and I were waiting to receive them,
mother in her best black eilk and |
in as handsome a pale blue satin as
ever you set eyes on."
“Thomas Hayward, that's your
grandfather, was among the first, and
mother said that after he came she
bad hard work to make me receive
properly, I was so interested talking
with him. Maybe I was, for young
girls will have their day. David and
John, my brothers, were there; they
each had their sweethearts, and we did
“have a gay time,
“After they had all arrived the fid-
dler struck up a lively tune and we |
tripped it gayly for two or three hours, |
By that time mother had our feast
ready, and delicious it was too; how
we did enjoy it. Mother was consid. |
ered one of the best cooks thereabouts,
and she had taught me so that I was
not far behind her. . Well, we took a
long time at that, and when we got
through father proposed some games, |
so David volunteered to be blindman |
for a good game of blindman’ buff, and
we all joined in.
“As I said before, I was very spry
of foot in those days, and they all tried
to catch me, but one after the other
tailed till finally your grandfather was
caught, and he vowed he would catch
me. By that time the fun waxed fast
and furious; five minutes passed and
he had not caught me, when at an un-
lucky moment, or perhaps it was a
lucky moment, as I was crossing from
one side of the room to the other he
heard me. He knew my step, as [ had
on a pair of new high slippers, fresh
from New York, and they clicked as I
walked.
He made one dive, and dodge as I
might he had me fast. As he was tak-
ing off the bandage he stooped and
whispered, ‘You know what that
means to me, Dollie. Oh! If I could
only catch you for life’ Bat I only
tossed my head, and took my turn as
blindman, playing so excitedly that I
ran into a table and upset every thing
on the floor, then, calling myself an
idiot, I calmed down, and after that we
played more quiet games, and finally
wound up with the Virginia Reel:
“Everybody said ’twas a great suc-
cess, and we went to bed tired out but
happy.”
“The next morning, as [ was going
through the hall, I found one of Tom’s
driving mittens which he had dropped
in the hurry of getting oft the night
before, and then I began to think to
myself, he will be coming for it soon,
and—but I did not get any further
than that for there was a knock at the
door and I went to answer it with my
heart beating like a trip hammer.
‘Good morning, Dollie,” he said, ‘I
think I dropped one of my driving mit-
tens last night, have you happened to
see it? I answered that I had just
found it, and running to get it where I
had dropped it on the hall table, hand-
ed it to him, and he said, standing there
and looking down into my eyes, ‘Dol-
lie, is that the way you mean to give
me the mitten? And I foolishly an-
swered, ‘No,’ and that’s about all, only
when father and mother came in, he
marched boldly up and asked my haud,
and I, blushing away like a piny at
his side.
“Well, motherand father liked Tom,
and the end of 1t was, he went off home
with the promise he wanted, and I
went singing around the house, so hap-
py and preoccupied that I upset a pan
of milk and the boys made all manner
of tun of me,”” And here Grandmam-
ma stopped and laughed, “What a sil-
ly child I was to be sure,” she said.
“Ob, Grandmamma! I think it was
splendid, but my party won't have any
such ending as that, I'm afraid,” and
pretty Dollie the second took fer turn
at “blushing Tike a piny.”
“I hope not, dearie, Grandmother
can’t spare her sunbeam yet,” and as
Dollie kissed her and went down stairs,
she sat and smiled at the portrait
which hung on the wall, though there
was a drop in each eye as she said, “1
hope she will have as good and kind
and faithful a husband as my Tom.”
A Praying Saloon-Keeper.
Bancor, Me., Feb. 1.—The recent
revival throughout the State of the
prohibitory law, due to the Republi
can administration desiring to placate
the Temperance party, has led to the
revival of the old female crusading
band of prayers, whose means of driv-
ing away obnoxious liquor-dealers is to
constantly besiege their places and
nold impromptu prayer meetings
therein,
Several saloons have been closed
here by this means, and last night an
attack was made upon the salooa of
Robert O'Brien. The latter was equal
to the emergency. When the band
appeared his restaurant was nearly full
af customers. The proprietor invited
the ladies to seats, and asked them to
pray, and then himself offered the fol
lowing prayer :
“Almighty Creator in heaven, thou
Whe bast made the heaven and the
earth, and created man in Thine own
image as ruler of this earth, whilst ani-
mals are living on grass and water,
thou didst teach thy servant Noah to
make wine, and Thou didst not punish
bim for making intemperate use of it.
At the wedding of Cana, Thine only
son, Jesus Christ,transformed water in-
to wine when the juice of the grape was
exhausted,so that the enjoyment of the
guests might not be disturbed. The
great reformer, Martin Luther, said:
‘He who does not love wine, women
and song remains a fool all life long.’
And ll the great men upon this earth
have heen drinking of the wine Thou
hast given Thy children upon thisearth.
“0, Lord, we pray Thee, have pity
upon these women here who are ot
grateful for Thy gifts. They dress ex-
travagaetly, and lead their husbands,
by other extravagances not tending to
our well-being, to bankruptcy, depriv-
ing them of all pleasures.ef this world,
yea, driving them to suicide.
“0, Lord, have mercy upon these
ladies. Look upon them; they wear
not even the color of the face that
Thou hast given them, but they are
sinning against Thee; and, not con-
¢ent with nature, paint their faces. O,
Lord, Thou eanst also perceive that
their figure is not as Thou hast made
it, but they wear humps upen their
backs, like camels. Thou seest, O
Lord, that their head dress consists of
false hair, and when they open their
mouths Thou seest their false teeth.”
“0, Lord, these women want men
out using the power Thou hast given
to man, that all women shall be sub-
ject to man. Amen.”
Curson’s Mills, Mass., was greatly as-
tonished to see a live pickerel weighing
about one and one-half pounds drop in
the road at her feet. Looking up she |
discovered hovering about the spot a
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i large American eagle, which had evi-
dently secured the fish from one of the
neighboring brooks.
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“Till Death Shall Part.”
BY ROSE SEELYE MILLER.
I have heard it said that to write well
upon a subject, one must know no-
thing of that subject except by theory.
If lack of knowledge is needful to write
well upon the subject of marriage, then
I can only write ill, for IT am married.
I do want, however, to say a few
words in favor of marriage, so much
seems to be written against it, and when
I consider the infelicity of some wedded
couples, I cannot wonder at it. There
is one fact, however, that impresses it-
self more and more vividly upon me,
and that is this. Persons happily mar-
ried cannot candidly write against that
which they know very greatly augments
their own happiness, Therefore, when
I find people talking against marriage,
I arrive at one of three conclusions—
the person is unhappily married, or is
not married at all and is expressing a
theory, or the views presented are not
candid.
Now, why not look at the matter fair-
ly ? I think there are very few girls so
foolish as to expect an unclouded life,
even when married to the man of their
choice. There may be some such. I
am glad that I do not know many girls
of that stamp.
I advocate marriage, but I do not ad-
vocate a thoughtless assuming of the
marriage ties: There are so many cau-
tions, so much said about the seriousness
of the step that a girl’s mind is apt to
become filled with forebodings, and she
wonders if all men are brutes—-if none
of them are to be trusted. I know at
least of one girl who was so strongly in-
fluenced by these croakings against
marriage that she made herself and lov-
er miserable for years, before she could
quite consent to name the day. The
time was set vaguely for spring or au-
tumn, or some other time, but was put
off and put off. Forone reason or an-
other, until the patient lover decided
that patience had had its perfect work,
and would admit of no further delay,
and the two married. Their married
life is an ideal one. They work hard,
but the hours spent together are happy
ones. They are both human—both
commonplace. There are trials, and
differences of opinion, but beneath it all,
and beyond it all, is the strong course of
true love, whose fiow is all the stronger
and sweeter, because of obstacles to be
overcome, faults to be overlooked, for-
bearance to be practiced. Want may
come in at the door but love need not
fly out at the window. Indeed, love is
the one sweet gift which the rich cannot
monopolize or money buy.
I have heard married women say, “If
I had never married, if I were free, I
would never marry;”’ It may be possi-
ble that these women are justa little to
blame if the lover has been entirely lost
in the husband, though to the wife that
name husband ought to be the sweetest
one on earth.
I do not advocate marriage as a pan-
acea forall ills. I think many of life's
gravest mistakes are made when people
marry. I sometimes wonder why it is
that so many miserable marriages are
made. Ttseems as if they might do
better, but this can never be until one
considers the relation practically and
prayerfully. If lovers quarrel before
marriage, I see no reason why they will
not do the same afterwards. People
who are quite opposite in temperaments
are usually more congenial than those
of like characteristics.
There may be such a thing as love at
first sight, but I believe that this grand
passion is more frequently of slow
growth than otherwise. The fact that
love comes slowly is more for it than
againstit. Jonah’s gourd grew up in a
night and perished ; it had grown so
rapidly it had no corresponding strength,
so could not bear the vehement east
wind.
It is the same with the spontaneous
passion misnamed love, If its growth
is too rapid, it cannot endure the
“east wind” of common trials, in com-
monplace life. Never flatter yourself
that your life will be an uncommon one,
an exception to the general rule. Mar-
ry, but by all means use as much
thought in regard to the matter as you
would give to the selection of a new
bonnet. You take a good many things
into consideration when you visit yonr
milliner; certainly, when choosing a
life-long companion you should use as
much common sense.
People should be well acquainted be-
fore they marry, and before they agree
to marry. They should know each
other not only in company dress and
manners but in commonplace dress and
under the test of commonplace cares,
and ever when knowing each other as
well as possible, marriage will reveal
traits of character never suspected in a
previous acquaintance. Remember, one
thing, however, at the marriage altar
you take the vow ‘for better or for
worse,” “till death,’”” not divorce, “shall
part.” Then if you find it is for “bet-
ter,” well and good, but if experience
proves it is “for worse,” your vow still
holds, and you are bound to “love and
cherish.”
I believe it would be for “better”
nine times out of wen, providing both
parties were fully determined 1t should
be so. Avoid the first quarrel as you
would avoid a draught of deadly poison.
Be one in purpose of living together
pleasantly. Never lay aside the cour-
tesies you practiced in courtship. Let
each one be ready to yield to the wishes
of the other, and my word for it, the lit-
tle plant you called love when you mar-
ried will be like a tree planted beside
the water, stretching forth broad
branches of peace and good will,budding
and blossoming and bringing forth fruit
for the comfort and blessing of all with
whom you come in contact.
A happy marriage is a very sweet and
blessed thing, and I am glad that there
| are many hearts and homes that can
testify to the hallowing influence of this
tie. — Eaxekange.
MisLeADING.—Freddy Fangle—Pa-
buy their clothes ?
Fangle—Certainly.
‘Why ?
now.
Freddy Fangle—Because the Bible
——A lady returning to her Lome in | 88¥, “They rent their garments.”
Time 1s PrECIOUS. —Jack Hustle—
Will you marcy me?
Rita Rustle--This is so sudden, give
me time.
Jack Hustle-~You can’t afford to
waste any more time, You must be 26
Say yes, Rita,
MAMMA'S GOOD-NIGHT.
Mamma loosens the baby’s frock,
And takes off each little shoe and sock ;
She softly brushes the golden hair
And pats the shoulders, dimpied and bear;
She puts on the night-gown, white and long,
Humming the while an evening song.
“Daytime is over ;
Playtime is closing;
Even the clover,
Is nodding and dozing,
Baby’s bed shall be soft and white,
Dear little boy, good-night, good-night!
Mamma kisses the little pink feet,
And the tiny hands so dimpled and sweet,
The rosy cheeks, and the forehead white,
And the lips that prattle trom morn till night :
With a last fond kiss for the golden crown
Gently and softly she lays him down,
And in the hush that the twilight brings
She stands by her darling’s bed and sings;
Over the billow
Soft winds are sighing ;
Round baby’s pillow
Bright dreams are flying.
Here comes a pretty one sure to alight !
Dear little boy, good-night! good night !”
— Eudora G. Bumstead.
Reuben Started It.
It was election day in a town in Ten-
nessee, and while the crowd of men on
the streets seemed good natured and in-
clined to peace, there were several old
pioneers who shook their heads and re-
marked that such a condition of affairs
bodied no good. One old farmer beck-
oned his son into a public stairway and
said :
“Look a-here, Reuben, don’t you
start no fuss around yere to-day.”
“Fur why ?”
“Kase the man who starts a fuss is
gwine to get chawed to strings in no
time. This crowd is onery, Reuben.,’
“Hain’t I gwine to tell old Parke
that he stole our hogs?” queried
Reuben.
“No, sir. He’d breed a fuss quick-
er nor scat. You jist hold yerself level,
Reuben--mighty level.”
Reuben promised to and then slanted
his hat on his ear and sailed out to spit.
over his shoulder, hunt old Parke up
and call him a hog thief. He had
scarcely got the words out of his
mouth when something hit him and he
dropped, and in less than two minutes
there was fighting for two blocks up
and down the street. Rube’s cld
father was in the bar of the hotel taking
a drink. The sounds of conflict brought
him out just as Roube crawled up the
botel steps. He had a broken nose, a
broken jaw, two black eyes, a scalp
wound, a cut hand, and was almost
naked.
“Is that you, Rube?” shouted the
old man as he bent down to geta
closer look
Rube nodded his head.
“Found old Parke and called him a
hog thief, I reckon ?”
Another nod-from Reuben.
“Well, I told ye, and now durn yer
good-fur-nuthin’ hide, I hope ye won't
be able to dig sassafras fur six months
to come! Howsumever, bein’ as a
row has started, and bein’ I’m allus to
home when thar’s fightin,” I'll sail in
and warm up a little.”
Grant’s Devotion.
It is doubtful, says the N. Y. Graph-
ie, whether any chronicle or romance
of the days of chivalry contains so
touching an ins‘ance of matrimonial
devotion as that lately told of General
Grant. When the honors came upon
the Grants, like sorrows to the house of
Denmark, not single spies, but in batta-
lions, the mistress of the White House
began to renew the dream of her girl-
hood—to have her cross eyes straighten-
ed. Wishing tosurprise the president,
Mrs. Grant, telling nobody, sent for the
most eminentjoculist in America. He
willingly promised to undertake the op-
eration, which he assured her would be
easy to accomplish and without danger.
The goed lady could not contain herseif
for joy, and, woman-like (am I right,
mesdames?) gave way when she saw her
husband, and confid :d to him her secret,
the pleasure she had in store for him.
He looked wistfully into those dear eyes
which bad held him with tender gaze
through all the trials of a checkered
career, and said, in a simple way,
“Julia, I wish you would not change
them, [love them as they are, and
they might seem strange if altered.”
Nor Launcelot, nor Romeo, nor lover
of any clime or age, ever spoke words
of tenderer gallantry than those of the
hero of Appomattox.
Couldn't be Supposed.
A man from the ‘West was telling a
few of us in the smoker’s compartment
about some of his adventures in Mon-
tana, when a very young man in a very
checked suit, with very red hair and
freckled face, stood in the door and in-
uired :
“Did I understand that you were
from the West?”
t¢Y es, sir.”
“Way out Wast 2”
$i Yes, sir.” -
“Glad to meet you, sir. I wanted to
ask you about the Indians. They are
very savage, I understand.”
“Well, yes.”
“Delight in torturing their prisoners,
don’t they ?”’
“I believe they do.”
“Well, sir, let me state a suppositious
case,” drawled the young man. ‘‘Sap-
pose I was walking across the prairies
out there, far from human habitation !”’
. “But you wouldn’t be.”
“But suppose I was.”
“But it is not a supposable case.”
“No! Why not, sir?”
‘Because the minute you got outside
the dooryard a jackass rabbit would
tumble you over and leave your dead
body for the coyotes. Oh, no. Noth-
ing of your general appearance could
ever walk on a Montana prairie far
from habitation !”
The young man swallowed at soma-
thing in his gullet, tried hard to smile,
and withdrew with the observation
that he never could endure very much
tobacco smoke.
Corp ComrorT.—* We can die only '
once, ' the doctor said, consoling his
patient, nearly dead.
He answered: “That
trouble is. Ifa dozen timos I wouldn't
mind this.”
A LovER WITH REMARKABLE SAND. |
--Miss Bullion-— Will your love for me
last, Jack? Is it founded upon the
rocks ?
Juck Marigold —Why, of course it is
—on your rocks.
The Obstinacy of Man.
The Remarkable History of the Famous
Jones County Calf Case.
The Iowa Supreme Court has finally
affirmed the decision of the lower courts
on the celebrated case of Johnson versus
Miller et al. better known as the Jones
county calf case. The verdict of the
lower court was for the plaintiff in the
sum of $1,000.
Twenty vears ago Miller and John-
son owned and tilled adjoining farms in
Jones county, and were considered well-
to-do and prosperous. Miller lost a
number of calves the total value of
which was about $45. He charged
Johnson with the theft of them and had
him indicted by the Grand Jury, and
he was convicted on what appeared to
be rather hazy testimony. The case
went to the Supreme Court and was re-
manded for a new trial. A change of
venue was taken to Benton county, and
after two appearances in the Supreme
Court and toree trials in the District
Court Johnson was acquitted. The
costs, however, had been heavy and
both farmers had plastered their farws
with mortgages to meet them. After
Johnson’s acquittal he brought suit for
damages against Miller and others for
malicious prosecution, This case also
had a devious run through the lower
and higher courts, the last trial having
been in Black Hawk county, where the
plaintiff was given a verdict for $1,000.
The jury returned a general verdict and
also answered a number of special inter-
rogatories that did not warrant the
verdict. The Supreme Court evidently
thought otherwise and affirmed thejudg-
ment of the court below.
The case is a monument to human
obstinacy. As heretofore mentioned it
has bankrupted everybody connected
with it except the attorneys. The orig-
inal parties to it were comparatively
young men when it was begun. Some
of them did not live to see the end,
while those that did are gray haired and
bent with age and have seen their fruit-
ful farms melt away in the vortex of
litigation. The total cost, as previously
estimated, in the criminal and civil
cases will almost reach $20,000.
How Would This Look Nowadays?
One hundred years ago the leading
men in the United States read in their
Bibles that the body is more than rai-
ment, but they dressed according to the
advice of worldly wise Polonius :
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy—
For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
‘When Gov. Bowdoin, a tail, dignified
man, reviewed the troops assembled at
Cambridge, in 1786, he was dressed in a
gray wig, cocked hat, a white broad-
cloth coat and waist coat, red small
clothes, and black silk stockings, John
Hancock, thin in person, 6 feet in stat-
ure, was very found of ornamental dress.
He wore a wig when abroad and a cap
when at home. A gentleman who vis-
ited Hancock one day at noon, in June,
1782, describes bim as dressed in a red
velvet cap lined with fine white linen,
which was turned up two or three inches
over the lower edge of the velvet. He
also wore a blue damask gown lined
with silk ; a white stock, a white satin-
embroidered waistcoat, black satin small
clothes, white silk stockings and red
morocco slippers. Washington, at his
receptions in Philadelphia, was dressed
in black velvet; his hair was powdered
and gathered behind in a large silk bag.
His hands were encased in yellow silk
gloves ; he held a cocked hat with a
cockack on it, and its edges adorned
with a black feather. He wore knee
and shoe buckles, and at his left hip ap-
peared a long sword in a polished white
leather scabbard, with polished steel
hilt.
The Oldest Man on Earth.
The oldest man in the world is a citi-
zed of Bogota, in the Republic of San
Salvador.
This new Methuselah declares that
he is one hundred and eighty years old,
and it would seem he flatters himself, for
his neighbors give the assurance that he
is older than he says he is.
He is a half-breed named Michael
Solis, whose existence was revealed to
Dr. Louis Hernandez by one of the old-
est planters in the locality, who as a
child knew Solis as a centenarian.
They have found his signature among
those of persons who contributed to the
building of a Franciscan convent which
exists near San Sebastian.
His skin is like parchment, his long
hair, of the whiteness of snow, envelopes
his bead like a turban, and his look is so
keen that it made a disagreeable impres-
sion on the doctor.
Interrogated by the doctor, he answer-
ed complaisantly that his great age was
due to his regular mode of living, and
to his never ziving up to any excess of
any sort whatever.
“I never eat but once a day,” he said,
“but I never use any but the strongest
and most nourishing foods. My meals
last a half an hour, for IT believe that it
is impossible to eat more in that time
than the body can digest in twenty-four
hours. I fast the first and fifteenth of
each month, and on those days I drink
as much wateras I can bear. T always
let my food become cold before I touch
it. It isto these things that I attribute
my great age.”’—New York Journal.
——TF. Heap, a keeper of the Glen.
dale National Cemetery near Richmond,
Va., has a desk, made in 1610, which
has been in possession of the Heap fam-
ily, of Enclan®. Ivis said to have been
used by Oliver Cromwell in 1647-48
when fighting Charles 1. It is of an-
tique oak, beautifully carved and high-
ly polished.
EERE bb FRIIS TF
A Lire SAVER.--“A great many
people owe their lives to that doctor,”
said Kickington.
“Is he an able physician ?”
“Tt isn’t exactly that that I referred
to. Heis never in hisoffice when you
, want him.”
where the
——The hump on the back of the
| dromedary is an accumlation of a pecu- |
“each meal,” say Dr. William A. Ham-
f mond, “is what may be called moderate
liar species of fat, which is a store of
noucishment beneficently provided
against the day of want, to which the
animal is often exposed.
dary or camel can exist for a long peri-
od upon thishump without any other
food.
The drome-
Ericsson’s Exactness
John Ericsson, the inventor, had not.
only genius but the “immense capacity
for taking pains’ which somctimes ac-
companies it. All his work was so ex-
actly done that he could demand from
workmen the most exact observance of
details in the drawings fornished for their
guidance, without fear that they might
go astray.
‘When the steamer Columbia was
built, engines were putin according to
his designs. Tt was customary at, that
time to get the length of the pistoh-rod
from the engine 1tsc1f, and a man was,
one day, engaged in measuring it with a
long baton. Captain Ericsson chanced
to go on board, at that moment, and go-
ing up to the workman he roared :
“What are you doing there, sir ?”’
“Getting the length of the piston-rod,
gir.”
“Is it on the drawing ?
“Yes sir.”’
“Then why do you come here with
sticks ? Go and get the length from the
drawing sir! 1 do not want you wo
bring sticks when the drawing gives the
size.”
At another time a workman was en-
deavoring to put in the engines of a
steamship, and found great difficulty
with a small connection which is des-
cr:bed as being *‘crooked as a dog’s hind
leg.” Finally he went to Ericsson and
informed him that the rod could not be
put in place,
‘1s it right with the drawing?’ was
his query.
Veg sir.”
“Then it will go in.”
And on another trial it did. The
master brain had left nothing to be sup-
plied by the ingenuity of others.—
Youth's Companion.
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Thoughts of the Dying.
In the Societe de Biologie, Fere
affirmed that a dying person in his last
moments thinks of the chief events of
his life. Persons resuscitated from
drowning, epileptics with grave at-
tacks, persons dying and already uncon-
scius, but momentarily brought back to
consciousness by ether injections to utter
their lust thoughts revert, to momentous
events of their life. Such an ether in-
jection revives once more the normal
disposition of cerebral activity, already
nearly extinguished, and it might be
possible at this moment to learn of cer-
tain important events of the past life.
Brown Sequard mentions the remarkable
fact that persons who, in consequence of
grave cerebral affections have been par-
alzed for years, get back at once when
dying their sensibility, mobility, and in-
telligence. All such facts clearly show
that at the moment of dissolution im-
portant changes take place, reacting up-
on the composition of the blood and the
functions of the organs.
PP ——
Anether Wonderful Dog.
A mun who drives a pretzel wagon
around town has a great curiosity and
patent advertisement in the shape of a
yellow dog. This dog is sort of Scotch
terrier, and he is wonderful because he
does notsitin the seat with the driver,
like ordinary dogs, but he jumps on the
horse’s back, runs up toward his shoul-
ders, and, with fore-feet or “ue horse’s
collar, he rides through pe:fectly at:
home in his strange position. The horse
trots along with a lumbering gait, which
must be most uncomfortable to his
canine passenger, but the dog holds his
“seat,” sometimes on three feet, some-
times on two, seldom on all four. He
seems to like it, too, and appears to en-
joy the wondering stares and amused
glances of people who see him in his
great feat f.r the first time. The driver
appears unconscious of the sensation his
pet is making, but all the same he en-
joys it as much as the dog does.—Chica-
go World.
Duly Warned,
“Lookee here, Jim Shipton, I jist
want yer to understand who itis yer
sassin’,”’ cried an irate Dakota woman
on the occasion af a trifling connubial
diologue between her husband and
herself,
“J jist want ye to bar in mind thet
it ain’t none o’ yer common, low down
‘Western women yer talkin’ to, but a
lady born an’ raised in the state of
Mizzoury an’ used to good manners,
be cosh! A lady whose par was a
justice of the peace and one of the
prominentest men in the town-—a lady
what useter sing in the choir, and
who never knowed what it was to so-
ciate with the common run o’ folks
till she tuk up with you, dem yer
picter! An’ don’t you persume to
raise up an’ saas me as if yer was my
ek’al, Jim Shipton! Don’t you dare
doit I"—Drake’s Magazine.
Parsnip Souvp.—Take about one-
fourth of a pound of salt pork ; chop it
moderately fine and fry it out; turn the
fat from it into a soup kettle; add one
large onion chopped fine, halt a cupful
of chopped celery and two good-sixed
parsnips, cut in small pieces ; add salt
and a little white pepper and one quart
of water; cook slowly until the vegeta-
bles are tender; then pour the soup
throngh a course sieve or colander, jam-
ming through the pulp of the parnsips ;
put it on to heat again, add one pint of
milk, one and one-half tablespoonfuls of
butter and a little cayenne ;do not al-
low the soup to boil hard after the milk
is added, and after it is poured into the
tureen add a teaspoonful of finely cut
boiled beet ; cut the beet in slices, and
wipe each slice dry before cutting it for
the soup.
ETT SCTE
——-John Bancroft, a man who was a
tramp eight years ago, and who died
recently at Portland, Ore., bequeathed
all his property, estimated at $15,000, to
a woman in Sacramento, Cal.,, who
once gave him a meght’s lodging and
breakfast and $1 besides, together with
some good advice.
“One good cigar smoked after
use, and can rarely inflict any damage
to the system. The exceptions occur in
those persons of peculiar organization,
impressionable and easily disturbed by
stimulants, and sedatives or narcotics,
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