Democratic watchman. (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1855-1940, June 19, 1891, Image 2
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. ————— 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.