Bellefonte, Pa., June 19, 1891.
MY DOLLY AND AUNTIE'S DOLLY.
I have the dearest little doll ;
Her eyes are bright and blue;
Her hair is gold, her face and hands
Are wax, quite clean and new.
She came to me last Christmas Eve,
I call her Pretty Poll;
You cannot have the least idea
Of how 1 love that doll.
But Auntie says she hasa doll
More wonderful than mine;
A doll whose cheeks turn white or red,
A doll with eyes that shine.
A doll that eats and drinks and sleeps,
And chatters, too, all day.
I wish I had a toy like that
To help me with my play.
But Auntie says her doll is not
So good as mine, you know ;
It does not a’ ways try to mind
When Aunt says “come” or “go.”
And now and then it disobeys ;
That's wrong—we’er all agreed ;
Such conduct is so very bad,
So very bad indeed.
Then too, this doll is very vain,
And fond of fine yew things,
And even grumbles at the clothes
That this kind Auntie brings.
And then—Oh, dear! Oh, Auntie, dear!
Pray what is that you say ?
That this strange doll you've talked about
1s called Jean Evelyn May ?
My name! How queer! Why is it so?
Oh, Auntie—now I see!
Iamthedoll! It’s all too true!
Poor naughty little me. M. E.R.
THE SILVER BULLET.
In 1869 Lawrence Nutting was a
United States Marshal in the southern
district of Virginia: The State was at
that time fairly overrun with outlaws
of all classes. DBushwhackers, high-
waymen, counterfeiters and ‘“moon-
shiners” nestled in all the countryside
among the mountains, and far from
towns and cities upon lonely roads,
while gamblers and desperadoes swarm-
ed in and about the settlements.
Crime was frequent, and the life of a
United States officer was a series of
stirring adventures involving great dan-
ger, and demanding as great tact and
personel bravery.
But Nutting proved himself worthy
and fit for the office. A young man of
temperate habits, quick wits, splendid
physique and dashing courage, he was
never at a loss how to act; and the
vermin that infested that region soon
learned to hate and fear him intensely.
Many were the expeditions which
the officer had led, many his escapes,
and many the prisoners safely captured
and walled by his efforts; but one
man evaded him. The shrewdest and
worst “moonshiner” of all was still at
large. Despite all his efforts, Nutting
has not yet secured Ruloff’ Allen.
This man was known throughout
the State. His career had been that of
criminal from his birth, In the fast
ness of southwestern Virginia he man-
ufactured whiskey on a grand scale,
and was the owner of a dozen or more
“queer stills,” and snapped his fingers
at the law.
Several times had Nutting sought
this quarry; twice he had actaally
caught him, yet twice he,had Jescaped,
and at the time of which we speak he
was still free,
Nutting sat at his window one even-
ing musing, half dreaming, when there
fell a light touch on his shoulder. He
started up quickly. A stranger stood
before him.
“The United States marshal ?’ said
he, interrogatively.
“Yes, sir,’” said Lawrence rising.
“Be seated. What cau I do for you ?”
“I would speak with you alone,” he
said, glancing around. “I have mat-
ters of importance to communicate.”
“This office is out of hearing from
the street,” replied Nutting, “and we
ay by ourselves. You can speak free:
1”
Ya other drew a couple of cigars
from his pocket, offered one to: the
marshal and lit the other himself.
Nutting followed his example. Then
the man drew his chair nearer, so that
he sat between the officer and the desk
whereupon lay his belt and pistols,
threw open his coat so that the butts of
two heavy revolvers might be seen,
and blowing the smoke from his cigar
said in a quiet tone to his companion:
“You are desirous of arresting a not-
ed moonshiner, one Ruloff Allen, are
you not?”
“There's no doubt about that,” said
the marshal, smiling.
“] am the man.”
Nutting’s cigar never stirred in his
mouth ; his hand did not quiver nor
his breath come the quicker. A sin-
gle sign showed how deeply he was
moved, his eyelids dilated, then he
laughed, soft and low.
“You— you Ruloff Allen! My
friend, I know Allen. His hair isred.
yours is black. His face bears a scar
across the: chin: yours a beard. His
teeth are broken; yours are perfect.
The joke is good but you are not Al-
len.”
The other hesitated a moment, then
striking a wig from his head, a heard
from bis chin, and removing a single
false tooth, he turned again to Nutting,
red haired and smiling.
“And now ?”
“You are Allen.”
For a full moment neither man mov-
ed. It was as though two large tigers
gazed at each other. Then the outlaw
said :
“Listen! Iam armed; you are not.
I am fully as desperate a man as the
report mukes me. [am as strong as
you. Do not try to arrest me, for I
then shall be obliged to kill you. I
came here to have a private talk, but
it was necessary you should know who
Tam. I will not molest you if you
will do the same by me, and give me
fifteen minutes to escape when we have
finished.”
Nutting measured his chance. Un-
armed in the presence of a man to
whom murder was not new, he deemed
prudence the better part, and replied:
“I agree.”
“Good,” said Allen, removing his
to mine.
And now I would tell you a story.”
the marshal, and as the twilight fell
and as the night came down he told of
his life—a weird, strange history,
every line intense with the throbbing
passion of a lawlessness which made
the man what he was.
The other listened breathlessly, the
darkness shrouded both, and the cigars
were finished long before the story was
ended.
At length, however, the visitor paus-
ed, and then concluded as follows:
“So have [live—as a wild man al-
most ; and that life has the past five
ears been more a'mania than ever be-
fore, but with a method. I am and
have been seeking money, and money
only. Not so widely different, you will
say, from all the world, except that
my search was without the pale of the
law. And now the end has come. I
ain rich. I have enough, and desire
to return to civilization. You can per-
mit it—you can prevent it. I am an
outlaw. Very well. I will cease out-
lawry, I will turn over my stills to the
government, will swear a great oath—
and will keep it, too, for my own inter-
ests demand it—to become a worthy
citizen, and if you will accept the prod-
igal son and kill for me the fatted calf
of pardon, all will be well. 1 came
hereto ask you to intercede for me.
Will you do so?”
Nutting hesitated a moment. This
man was a veritable Robin Hood!
Could he trust him?
The other spoke again.
“Such assistance from an official is
what I need, and I can pay for it. If
you will get a free pardon for me [ will
give you five thousand”
“] cannot do it.”
Allen’s face paled, and his hand
crept toward his hip; then restraining
himself, with a scoffiing laugh, he
said:
“Beit so. Then we are enemies.
Ito you and the law; you to me. Re-
member my fifteen minutes, and be-
ware when we next meet !”
He threw his cloak about him, buck-
led his pistols at waist and disappeared,
but as he left the room a little piece of
metal fell from his person and rolled
unnoticed upon the floor. A minute
later the ring of his horse's hoofs
sounded through the night as he rode
through the mountains.
The morning following, as Nutting
enterea his office, his aged servant
bowed low before him, extended his
brown and wrinkled hand, and said in
an awe stricken voice:
“Foun’ dis on de floor, massa.
S’pose him your’n; bad ting, massa,
bad, ef ye ‘low old nigger to say so.”
The marshal leaned forward sar-
prised. Lying in the oul-stretched
palm of the black was a silver pistol
bullet.
“Why, uncle,” he said taking it,
“this is not mine!”
“Not your'n, massa? Tank de Lord!
I’se pleased, I is, massa. Foun’ ityer,
dough. Dat ar's a sweyside bullet,
massa,” he continued, lowering his
voice to a whisper, while his eyes roll-
ed like ships in the midst of white and
seething billows. “I know ‘em. My
old massa he had one cast and carried
it many years. Dey never kill no one
bat de fellers dey’s made for. Massa
John, dough, he didn’t get a chance
for to use his'n,” and the old man
chuckled.
“A suicide bullet,” said, Nutting,
with a smile, as as he examined the
silver sphere. “That's a new idea to
me. Why make a special, uncle? I
should think one of those deadly
enough.” And he pointed toward
some of the heavy cartridges belong-
ing to his own pistols which lay on
the table near.
“Dey might miss, massa. You
know de debil cares for his own, an’
dis bullet is made by his help, at night
in de grabe yard, an’ can’t miss. I
knows ’em massa. I'se seen ‘em
afore.” Then, drawing near, he whis-
pered, “I'se made 'em I”
“And did they do their work ?”’ said
Nutting, laughing lightly.
“Dey did, massa.”
The officer now opened a drawer in his
desk and took from it an old fashioned
dueling pistol, which he had picked up
somewhere, and fitted the bullet into
its rusty muzzle.
“It’s just the thing, uncle. Bring
me my flask, and I'll load 1t with the
suicide bullet. It’s best to have it
handy by if 1 get the blues.” He
laughed again.
The servant obeyed.
“No use to fix ‘em, massa. 'Twon’t
only kill de one who it's made for,
shuah, an’ ye couldn’t shoot yourself
wid it, nohow.”
“Well, uncle, I'll load the smooth-
bore, anyway,” said the marshal, suit-
ing the action to the word, “and this
afternoon we'll try it at a mark. It I
miss a half dollar at a dozen paces I'll
give up that yougright. If I hit, your
suicide bullet is no better or worse than
a leaden one.”
“All right, massa, but you won't
hit,” replied the old darky.
Just as Nutting completed thecharg-
ing of the weapon a visitor called, and
1t was thrust hurriedly into a pigeon-
hole in the desk. His visitor's busi-
ness detained him from the office until
night, and the plan of the morning
was forgoiten. The duelling pistol
with its silver missile lay unuoticed for
months in the desk.
The days and weeks passed, summer
came and went, and fall ripened the
year. A dozen times had the marshal
organized expeditions and scoured the
country, seeking the notorious Allen,
bat each time he had returned unsuec-
cessful. One final effort, however,
was to be made. Certain information
which he kvew to be 1eliable had at
last he felt sure, put the outlaw in his
hand, and he looked to his horse's
shoes and loaded hie pistols with unus-
ual care.
At his orders mounted guards—men
on whom he could depend—patrolled
all the roads. Upon the morrow at
dawn, with a posse of seven fearless
mountaineers, he was to storm the
rt dein
own pistol belt; “your word is equal | very stronghold of the moonshiners,
We shall both be unarmed. :
| cancy either in the government office
Then he drew his chair still nearer ! or in the ranks of the illicit distillers.
» and to-morrow night would find a va-
| The expedition had thus far, Nutting
| believed, been kept a secret. Because
i of this he looked forward with strong
shopes of success.
The officer sat at his desk writing.
| He had but a few pages to complete, a
| letter or two to prepare for the mail,
| and some memoranda to destroy. Ie
{ might never sit at that desk again.
"As his eyes wandered over the mass
of papers, documents and duplicate
reports filed neatly away before him,
he suddenly noticed the butt end of his
old dueling pistol, half hidden in one
of the compartments, and as the re-
membrance of how it came there flash-
ed over him he was about to draw it
from its hiding place when a shufiling
step at the door arrested him, and an
instant later an aged and bent woman
entered the door:
The hour was late, and Nutting re-
garded the new comer with surprise, as
he arose to offer her a chair. She ac-
cepted it with a whine of thanks and
sank panting into it. The marshal re-
sumed his seat at the desk.
“Ye are the gov'ment man, I reck-
on?’ said the woman, after a pause,
raising a brown and wrinkled face,
half hidden beneath an immense hood
and a pair of green spectacles, toward
Nutting.
“Yes, madam,” replied that worthy.
“I’ve come a right smart piece to
see ye, for an old woman, I'm true
grit, I am, but a getting wore out.
These yer mountains are a sight steep-
er than they was forty years ago,” and
she sighed. “Bat see here, I'm busi
ness, [ am. I want to talk to ye.
You don’t kuow know me, I reckon ?”
“I cannot say that I do,” said Nut-
ting. :
“I reckon not, as you never see me
afore. Iam Mrs. Allen—DBethsheby
Allen—and my boy, he’s Ruloft Allen.
Ye have heard of him, mebbe?” and
she paused and gazed cunningly into
her listener's face.
“Yes, I know him,” and the man’s
brow darkened.
“Wall, now I tell your Itseems
yer on a raid arter him tomorrer—ye
see I know a thing or two—an’ ye've
got the boy badly cooped up this time,
shore. Not but what he'll fight, and
some on ye might catch suthin besides
moonshiners. My boy is smart, he is,
I tell ye, an’ he'll tote ye round consid:
erable afore ye gather him in; but he’s
cooped all the same, and I'm feared
ye'll catch him or kill him. And I'm
his mammy, ye know.”
The old hag paused and wiped ber
eves She was a woman even yet, and
Nutting’s heart softened toward her.
“What can I do in this matter, Mrs.
Allen?" began the marshal.” “Your
son is a’
“Never mind what he is, you can
save him. He's trapped, catched,
cooped. But he’s my boy, an’ I want
you toilet him go. Take his stills an’
his whisky—take everything but let
him go, and I'll give ye my word—its
good; Bethsheby Allen never broke it
yet—that in less than three days we'll
be’?
“Mrs. Allen, that is impossible.
I'll try not to hurt your son, but cap-
ture him I must and shall.”
“But it he should capture you, what
then ?”
At these words the green glasses fell,
the hood was thrown back, the bent
form became straight, and before the
eyes of the dazed officer Ruloff Allen
himself stood, a look of deadly hatred
on his face, a heavy revolver in his
out stretched hand.
Silence reigned a moment as the
young man gazed into the deadly tube
before him.
“I came here to give you one last
chance, and myself the same!” half
hissed the moonshiner. ‘That chance
is lost to both of us. I go back to the
mountains and outlawry—you retire
from active service, Can you pray?
If so do it now. In three minutes 1 shall
kill you.”
Slowly Nutting’s eyes ran about the
room. Escape was impossible—help
would not come. A single cry meant
instant death—he was lost! His heart
sank.
Suddenly the butt of the old dueling
revolver came within the circle of his
vision. Cool as his would be murder-
er,the turned to him and said, “Will
you let me smoke once more ?”
The fellow eyed him sharply.
“Smoke? Yes, one cigar,” he said
at length. And lowering the muzzle
of his revolver, he thrust it into his
pocket to supply his victim’s wants.
“I have some here,” said Nutting;
and like a flash his band shot upward
toward the pigeonhole where lay the
old dueling pistol.
“Down with your hand,” cried Al
len.
It was too late. There camea sharp
and ringing report, a single cry, a dull
and sickening thud upon the floor, and
all wag over.
Aud the moon, breaking between
the rifted clouds without, looked
through the open window upon the
face of the dead, while Nutting white
and trembling, held in his nerveless
hand a smoking pistol.
The silver bullet had found its mark
and returned toitsowner. The United
States marshal was saved.
Vance’s Three R’s.
Senator Vance of North Carolina is
perhaps the wittiest man in public life
in the country.
On his recent trip to California,
with a Congressional committee, I
heard him get off one of his brightest
witticisms.
His wife is a Catholic and he is a pro-
nounced Protestant. In talking one
evening in the smoking room of the car
one of his brother Senators asked how it
was that he happened to marry a
Catholic.
“Well,” said the Senator, “I will tell
you. I have tried ram; I have tried
rebellion, and I thought it might be
' good to try a little Romanism in order
to complete the prescription. The com-
' bination is a good one.”
A SUMMER SONG.
Oh! i me to sleep on this warm summer
ay
And sing me a song of the clover,
How it nods to the trees
And bows low to the breeze,
To the bee all its honey gives over.
Oh! eheerily sing, as the bird trills ics lay,
How the daisy true answers the lover,
When he whispers so low,
“Am I loved; yes or no ?”
And filows down its own crown but to prove
ier.
Oh! sing of the birds and the brooks,
they say ;
And sing of them over and over—
As 1 lie neath the tree—
what |
And woo sleep for me,
As the bee, with his song, woos the clover.
* —Emil W, Robinson.
Bill Snort in the White House.
Ware House, June, 1891.
To Major Dan McGary, Houston Tex :
My Dear Major:— Your letter in
which you ask for the details in regard
to the President’s disgraceful behavior
at Oskland, Cal., has just reached me.
I have received numerous other letters
asking why the President acted like a
Wild Man from Borneo in a dime mu-
seum, and itis best to tell the whole
truth about it.
The truth is
almost badgered to death by Postmaster
son, the Crown Prince, Russell Burch-
ard Harrison. For instance, the Presi-
dent would be talking to the Governor
of a State or some other prominent
statesman about the McKinley bill, or
how he, Harrison, had to keep a tight
rein on Blaine to prevent his blunder-
ing in his foreign policy, orsome other
absorbing topic, when up strolls Wana-
maker and begins “talking shop.”
At Oakland, Harrison was talking
with the mayor of that cityabout the
loveliness of the California climate and
how much ozone it had to the square
inch, when Wanamaker came up, and,
feeling the texture of the cloth of the
mayor’s pants, asked where he bought
them and advised him in the future to
get his ready made clothing from “Hon-
est John Wanamaker” of Philadelphia,
at the same time presenting the mayor
a toy balloon with the Wanamaker ad-
vertisement on it.
President Harrison said that if ever
he took Wanamaker along again he
hoped the train would drop through a
bridge into some deep creek. I was
in constant dread on the entire trip, for
Harrison would hit the Postmaster-Gen-
eral a whack on the nose.
We have much to annoy us on this
trip, and neither Harrison nor myself
get the sympathy wedeserve, Harrison
gets red around the roots of his hair
whenever a country jay insists on ignor-
ing the President, but wants to be
introduced to Col. Bill Snort. Then
again at almost every station the yells
for Blaine ! Blaine ! James G. Blaine !”’
make him cross and irritable.
Russ Harrison thinks he is witty, and
he was continually letting off jokes.
For instance he will irritate his august
parent by asking :
“I say, pa, what kind of ears has the
locomotive got ?”’
“Rus. ell, what do you mean ?”’
“The locomotive,” replies Russ, grin-
ning like a poor-house idiot, ‘has got
engineers, of course, Ha! ha! ha!
Imagine the feelings of the President
when Russ asked the old man before a
dozen distinguished personages :
“Pa, how much does this trip cost the
Pennsylvania Railroad Company a
day ?”’
There was a painful and most emLbar-
rasing pause, which fortunately was
broken by Wanamaker getting off the
old chestnut: “Ifa pair of pants and
a halt cost three dollars and a half,
what does half a pair of pants
cost ?"’
I was beginning to breathe free
again, when, with the loud laugh
which speaks the vacant mind, Russ
asked: “Pa, hw many of your
ships are you going to send atter the
Tata.
Then IT went out on the rear platform
where the air was fresher. How sharp-
er than a serpent’s tooth it mast be to
have a great fool child.
I suppose you read in Frank Leslie’s
Illustrated and Judge how Russ prods
Blaine every chance he gets. Of course
Russ never gets up the cartoons himself.
Col. Snort, of Texas, is the real author
of the cartoons that appear in Judge rid-
iculing the opposition and poking fun at
Blaine, and ocher Republican enemies
of the administration. Russ Harrison is
afraid of me, so when the President
to hit Blaine pictorially, either he or
Mrs. Harrison will take me aside and
say. “Col. Snort, poor Russ is worrying
himself to death over a cartoon. Please
do me the personal favor to help him
out a little.”
I got up that celebrated cartoon of
“Daniel in the lion's den,’ which creat-
ed such a sensation in the Judge. I
gave the idea to the artist and he drew
good little Benny Harrison as Daniel
looking as demure as a mule with a
glove-fitting corset on, while the danger-
ous Republican lions were completely
cowed. Blaine was represented as ly-
ing on his back frisking lke a silly
kitten. He hasn’t spoken pleasantly to
me since.
I had a row yesterday with Wana-
maker: You remember Wanamaker
and the Cape May Improvement Com-
pany. In order to boom up the place—
which was deader than a can of pressed
beef hey re ented Mrs. Harrisoh with “the
cottage by thesea.”” There was such a
scandal about it that in order not to hurt
the party I came out in a card saying
that the cottage had been returned to |
the generous donors. This wasall a
take, of course, but it was understood
General Wanamaker, and by his own !
that Harrison should sell the cottage and
pocket the money on the sly. The cot-
tage was not sold, and now Wanamak-
er insists that the Presidential fannly
summer in that very cottage. |
This would make peoplefthink that Col. |
Snort, of Texas, is very much the same
band of Texan as is Col. Tom Ochiltree, |
and Iam not going to stand it.
I am going to tell Harrison thatif
Wanmaker is not fired out, I will de-
mand my passport and return to the
soverign State of Texas.
Yours for Reform,
31LL SNORT.
——Rheumatism is caused by lactic
acid in the blood, which Hood’s Sarsa-
parilla neutralizes, and thus cures rheu-
matism.
| book furnished the
|
that the President was |
| and occupation of the voter, the date of |
The New Registry Law.
The bill to change the time and man-
ner of making the registry of voters and
the duty of registry assessors has been
approved -by the governor, The new
act requires the assessor to visit in per-
son every dwelling house in his election
district or division on the first Monday
of May and the first Monday of Decem-
ber of each year, or as soon thereafter
as practicable. It is intended to prehi-
bit the assessor from taking up the tran-
script or list of voters of previous as-
sessments. An entirely new registra-
tion is to be made.. The names are to
be entered on the lists in the order in
which the dwelling houses are visited
and the qualified electors in each dweil-
ing house are to be grouped together
and entered by streets, alleys or courts.
The assessor is not to assess any person
until after careful inquiry of the voter
himself or of some known resident of
the election district or division. In all
cases the assessor is obliged to enter in
his book, opposite the name of each
voter, the name and residence of the
person who shall furnish information as
to the residence and qualifications of
each ve or who is assessed. lhe blank
assessors by the
the county commissioners should be
raled for spaces for the name, residence
the assessment, the name of employer,
with whom boarding, and the address of
known residents of the election division
who furnished information as to quali-
fication of voters, as required by the act
of June 30,1874 Under the act of
April 1875, any assessor who shall
knowingly assess any voter who is un-
qualified, or shall wilfully refuse toassess
any one who is qualfied is liable to pun-
ishment not exceeding two years, and a
fine not exceeding $1,000. County com-
missioners are required by law to fur-
nish the assessors with the necessary
books and blanks.
One Oyster for Two.
We laugh at the innocent young
housewife who ordered ‘halfa dozen
halibut for dinner.” Had she lived in
the South Pacific Islands she might
have been equally laughed at for order-
ing half a dozen oysters—not to say a
pint. The author of **Oysters, and All
About Them’ gives some examples that
nearly match the clams and abalones of
the California coast.
Pliny mentions that according to
the historians of Alexander's expedition
oysters a foot in diameter were found in
the Indian Seas, and Sir James KE. Ten-
EERE)
| to attract attention,
| riosities.
ARN CLIN SILER TL She
These Stamp the Lady.
Certain marks of bebavior on the
street indicate the true judy, says the
Chicago Herald. She has u purpose
and business air about ber, und looks as
if she knows what she wanis aud where
she is going and there is really some
meaning in her .ctions; sue knows how
to walk in the streets, with not too lag-
ging or too swift a step, but self possess-
ed and quietly, She knows how to dress
as a lady can, avoiding loud colors and
striking combinations. She also avoids
too coquettisb a simplicity, which is
equally as dangerous. She has attained
to that enviable street talent which en-
ables her to passmen without looking
at them, yet all the while seeing them.
She avoids lounging too long beiore
shop windows. She doesn’t wear her
gowns up to her shoe tops nor trailing
in the dust. She doesn’t mince her
gait nor stare level into the eyes of those
she meets. She doesn’t wear a half
bushel of paper poppies on her hat nor a
large sized rose bush pinned to the front
of ner dress. In short, she does nothing
Should she do so
and get a little more attention than she
wants, who is to blame for it? Some
women ignorantly and unconsciously
put themselves in the pawn of trouble.
They follow the fashions to an extreme.
Their hats are the highest, the broadest,
largest or smallest of the prevailing
mode; their dresses are the longest, short-
est, the fullest or scantiest, or of the
most striking pattern. They make a
show of themselves, and yet complain
because they are looked at. Others
have a strolling, looking-for-somebody
or too free a step.
——_————
As to Small Change.
“I was surprised when I handed a
newsboy five cents and received four
coppers in return,” said James S. Gates,
of San Francisco. ‘They were the first
one cent pieces I had seen in about sev-
en years. Wedon’t have any pennies
on the Pacific coast. Nothing is cheap-
er than five cents, and you never hear
of an article there selling for 18,27,69 or
99 cents. The change couldn’t be made
if the shop keepers did want to sell
thing for such prices. When I return
to California I intend to take back with
me a lot one and two cent pieces as cu-
It was not until recently that
nickles began to look familiar with the
nent was unexpectedly enabled to corro- |
borate the correctness of this statemeut,
for at Kottier, near Trincomalee, enor-
mous specimens of edible oysters were
brought to the rest house. One measur-
ed more than 11 inches in length by half
as many in width.
But this extraordinary measurement is
Californian. Three years ago, I believe
was the first time any five cent pieces
reached San Francisco.”
Pen Made Money.
Regularly every six months the
treasury department receives either a
twenty or fifty dollar bill which from
all appearances, instead of being made
: from a plate, is executed entirely with
beaten by the oysters of Port Lincoln |
in South Australia, which are the largest
edible ones in the world. They are as
large as a dinner plate, and of much the
same shape. They are sometimes more
than a foot across the shell, and the oyster
fits his habitation so well that he does
not leave much margin.
It is a new sensation when a friend
asks vou to lunch at Adelaide to have
one oyster fried in butter, or in eggs and | 3 ! ;
| work in a little frame which hangs on
bread crumbs, set before you; but it is a
a pen. The work is of a very high
order, and several times those bills
have defied detection and passed on
| their tour of circulation unhindered
| The counterfeiter seems tobe aman who
although efforts
very pleasant experience, for the flavor |
and delicacy of the Port Lincoln mam- |
moth are proverbial, even in that land
of luxuries.
Galena's Plain Popular Mayor.
Mayor Frieseneck of Galena is a pop-
ular man among his people, principally
because he putson no frills and 1s the
same to all men. Ife has never made
any pretensions in appearing before the
public, and when such oceasicns have
bad his say in his owp inimitable way.
On the occasion of the unveiling of the
Grant monument the Mayor was mas-
ter of ceremonies on the grand stand in
Galena, and presented the speakers to |
the audience. It must be said that the
Mayor was most happy in his presenta-
tions. They were brief and devoid of
any action . which would be construed
as an attempt to show off, a weakness
of so many Chairmen. In presenting
the Rev. Mr.
prayer, the Mayor said :
“Now, be quied, everypody ; der Rev.
Mr. Yundt will bray some.”
Equally as brief and well put was his
introduction of ex-Gov’ Hoard :
“Now Guffner Hoard vill make der
bresentation of der monumen, and let
efrvpody be quied, please.”
And his announcement of Gov.
Fifer :
“Now ve vill hear from Tllinois’s
Guffner--Guffner Viver is goin’ to speak
mid you.”
And when the time came for the pre-
sentation of Mr. Depew, orator of the
day, the Mayor of Galena was still un-
rattled. He said;
“Now, keeb quied, everypody. Mish-
ter Berbue is goin’ to talk mit you
some. Keep quied while Mishter Derbue
will speak alittle.”
Wealthy, Charitable and Childless.
Since the death of Sir Moses Monte-
fiore no Hebrew hasas mag ificently
emulated his charities as Baion Hirsh,
who has devoted untold sums to alle-
viate the misfortunes of his unhappy
breathren, particularly in Russia. The
fortune of Baron Hirsch is estimated
variously at from $100,000,009 to $150,
000,000. He is the son of a Bavarian
banker, and the foundation of his wealth
was a railway contract with the Turkish
government. Since then he has made
enormous sums by railroad operations in
eastern Europe and by furtunate specu-
lations on the Paris bourse. He has a
magnificent house in Paris, a splendid
estate in Bavaria, where his eatertain-
ments have been on a scale of regal mag
nificence, and some of the finest shoot-
ing preserves to be found in Great Brit-
ain. His only son died some time ago.
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A kind of moth or butterfly is
said to have become so very trouble-
some and destructive in Bavaria that
every possible means has been taken to
destroy it. The most effective method
consists of attracting the pest by means
of an electric light in connection with
a blow fan, which draws the insects in-
to the suction pipe by air draught and
result in millions of them being de-
stroyed.
yearns for notoriety,as he could not but
make his living by his penmanship.
The culprit has not yet been captured,
d have been made to
find him, and it is believed that he has
had the pleasure of viewing his handi-
the walls of the treasury building.
Framing and Trimming Tomatoes.
At the Kentucky siation a trial was
made with a dozen plants, each of a few
well known varieties of tomatoes, to
test the effect of different modes of trim-
ming ard framing. The trimming con-
sisted simply in cutting off five or six of
the lower branches, at blooming time.
It was found that the vines that were
> | rimmed and framed produced the larg-
occurred he has gone to the front and
est and soundest fruit. Vines that were
trimmed and left lying on the ground
produced fine fruit in size, but unsound.
Vines that were not trimmed and lying
!on the ground produced an abundance
Yundt, who offered the |
of fruit of small size and unsound.
Vines that were framed and not trim-
med produced an abundance of sound
fruit, but small.
The Advantage of the Public School.
‘We have no piace in America for
dainty people --)ften called gilt edged—
who think that the army would be a
good place if it were not for the rank
and file. So itis better for a boy of
ours to be pitched into a public school,
to take pot luck with all sorts and con-
ditions of boys, and to learn in the ear-
liest life, that some of the best fellows
in the world, not to say the brightest,
never had a French nurse, and always
black their own shoe, when they are
blacked at all. In all such schools that
I have known the tone of honor is very
high. And in such society one early
learns the great lesson that all the peo-
ple are wiser than any one of the peo-
pie.
All in One Day.
George Tolbert, a young herder em-
ployed by Durnell & Spencer, rode in-
to Mojave recently to have a tooth
pulled, and on his return his horse
threw him into iusensibilitv. When
he gained consciousness he found that
matches carried in his pocket had be-
come lighted, setting fire to his eloth-
ing and severe'y burning one foot. Be-
ing unable to walk, it is said he crawl -
ed on his hands and knees ten miles to
reach assistance. He was brought
from Mojave to Tehachapi for med-
ical treatment. lt is thought ampu-
putation of the foot will be necessary.
Way Tey Ferre Cur Ur. —“If yon
please, Mr, Cashgoods,” suid the young
saleswoman, ‘we have been discussing
the matter of salaries. And we find
that the men are getting more money
for the same work than us girls, And
we think that is hardly just, do you ?
“I never locked at it in that hight be-
fore,” answered the merchant, aftera
little thought. “It shall be remedied
at once. I'll cut the men’s salaries
down next Saturday.”
It is reported that Lucy Long, a
little sorrel mare, ridden in many bat-
tles by General Robert E. Lee, is still
living in the sonth and in good health,
safe from the infirmities common to
extreme old age.