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VQL 1J RIDGWAY, PA., THURSDAYDECEMBER 12, 1872. NO. 41.
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CHRITIE.
I.
Between tky heart tnd mine, Chrl-tin.
Sweet, iweet the lore that ones bu been j
And nothing aad or dark was thara.
Ho ihadow on the picture fair,
. Mo itorm-clond "mid the annshina teen,
Between thT heart and mine, Christina.
II.
Between tha thin and now, Chrlittne,
Tliere frowns a lovelem bsrrler-ecreen j
One jeai'e lon(t lonely road l firend,
With eruel filte words cr rjetod ;
No hand rtrelchnd out to hand U aeen
Betweeu tn thin and now, Chriitlue.
III.
Between thr heart and mine, Chrtjtlne,
A tea it wido.und winds are keen,
And naxght hut (rhotj of loo dead timen.
And naught but echoee of old rhyme; ;
For lore Is dead that once has bnen
Between thr heart and mine, Christine.
1HE STORY-TELLER.
I DROVE HIM AWAY.
"Oh, how I wish he was here !"'
"Wish who was here, Miss Culvert ?" in.
quired Suite Babbitt, the roahl-of-all-work in
Squire Culvert's family, throwing an armful of
wooa into tne capacious box beside the huge
cooking stove.
" My boy, Susan," replied tha anxious mo.
ther, her eyes filling with tears. "Just two
years ago to-morrow, Thanksgiving-div, he
walked out of his father's house, and we have
never heari a word from him since. Just
think two long dreary years, and not a single
word!" And Mrs. Culvert covered her face
and wept unrestrainedly.
Of course Susnn knew well enough who her
mistress meantand only asked for the sake ot
having something to say.
Stephen Culvert had been a sort of an easy
going youngster, without any of the energy so
characteristic of the New England farmer's
boy, and who of a sudden, two years before,
had left home and gone no' one knew whither;
it surprised the neighborhood, who could not
account for the strange freak in the never-do-well.
When Mrs. Culvert loft, Sarah broke out In
to one of her singing strains, making the old
home ring with her melody.
"Why, Suke, I never heard yon sing be
fore!" and Suke wassiartled from her kneeling
position before the oven by a sweat voice at her
back.
" No, I'm not much of a singer," laughed
Suke. "But what in the world, Evy Benton,
sent yon round here to the back-door this time
' day ?"
" Uh, I started to make some nice wine
jelly, Suke," replied the young lady, with the
air of one conscious of inveating an excuse,
"and the sherry pave out. Mother said "
and now Miss Eva's tones grew firmer, as the
truth began to reveal itself" that one of the
girls might just as well do the errand ; but I
wanted to come myself.-'
" Sorry there ain't nobody to home," re
plied Suke. " The girls have' gone to the vi!.
Jage to see about their dresses, and Miss Cul
vert has just gone out for a walk."
" I knew Mrs. Culvert was out, and that the
girls were at the village, said Eva, boldly. '-J
came to see you, Suke, and no one eli-e."
Eva Benton was the only daughter of the
wealthiest land-owner in C - County, a girl
whom up to date, money, flattery, and an im
proper home education had been unable to
spoil. As she stood there before Suke, her
tine ejes drooping, her fair golden head bowed
with the better sense of something that Suke
knew was about to find vent in words, she was
indeed a lovely picture; and Suke's sigh, as
she carefully scrutinized it, had as much of ap
preciation as sorrow in it.
' To see me ?" repeated Suke. "Law sakes,
if I'd a knowed I was itgoining to have a
caller, I'd 'a tried to have things in better
shape, but there's alius a good deal to do the
day before Thanksgiving, Evy."
"Oh, Suke,' that is just what I wanted to
talk to you about. If I could only go to Bleep
and not wake up till next day afier to-morrow
. I should be so glud. It don't seem to me that
I can live through another Thanksgiving-day.
Oh, you don't know how lonesome and tired I
am. Mother won't hear a word and I don't
think I could say much to her if she would.
Father is always husy over mortgages and
tone-walls and cattle ; and, Suke, this morn
ing I grew so miserable that I thought, if I
didn't tell somebody what was troubling me,
that I should go crazy."
" It's about Stephen, I suppose ?" remarked
Suke, without looking at her companion, ap
parently very much occupied with the separa
tion of the w hites and yolks of some extremely
troublesome eggs.
"Oh, Suks, how did you know ?" and the
color tame back to the pale cheeks. "Who
could have told you ? You haven't heard any
thing from "
"Him no," interrupted Suke, conscious
that Evy would not hold eat much longer un
less tenderlv dealt with. "We ain't none of
us heard a word, good or bad ; and my motto
always has been. Miss Evy, no news is good
news, and I believe we shall hear something
worth hearing one of these fine davs. Of
course it's very hard for folks to understand
why a young man should cut sticks, and leave
a good home, where there was nothing to be
done but take comfort and lay back on the
thought that he'd have a snug little fortune after
while.
"That was just it," put in Eva. "Suke, I
know why Stephen Culvert left his home !"
"So I alius supposed," answered Suke, dry-
"I sent him, Suke," continued Eva.
' Just where you was right, responded Suke,
with a heartiness that made her companion's
head swim.
What makes you think I was right ?" in
quired Eva, bor beautiful eyes riveted on Suke's
fjtce. "Oh, you can't begin to know trow
miserable I have been ever since about this. I
have tried a hundred times to tell Mrs. Culvert
the whole story, but she was always so fearfully
miserable that the words some way would be
driven back into my throat and there they
' would slick."
" I don't much wonder," said Siike, sympa
thetically. "She's been uncommon hard to get
along with in this trouble. Still, I think, tva,
if the words you fixed upon wouldn't come,
you ought to a tried some others; and if they
failed you, you should 'a done something else.
You might 'a writ, Evy!"
"1 iried that, Suke, and 'twas no use."
"Waal, now, s'pose we let the past take
care of itself, and see what the present has
got to say," broke in SuVe again. " Here
comes Miss Culvert now. Brace up to it like
a good girl, nnd tell her the w hole story. Tut
yourself outside of your story ; don't think any
thing about what she will think of yon, but
how much comfort yon ran give her by telling
her how her boy came to leave his home."
Suke was an uncompromising philosopher.
She might have assured tho poor trembling
girl of a kind reception, but she meant she
should perform this action simply because it
was her daty.
"Keep a stiff upper lip, Evy," she con
tinued, "because k is right. Here she comes
ow;'' and poor Evy, who bad been meditating
some means of escaj e, stood now face to face
with the woman whuin, above ail others, she
dreaded to meet.
"Wny; Eva, how do yon dc, dear?" and the
lair's voice bad a strange something in it that
bad be;u missed for ka long, long time, " I
called at your house just a moment ago, child,
to invite yon to spend Thanksaivins with ns.
We may not be a very gay partv, hut we shall
try to be very thankful and hanuv."
Was it a sob from the pantry, that made
both women turn their heads in that direction?
If so, it was verr soeedilv swallowed ! for
jnst then Suke appeared with a hugh pan of
miiK, apparently entirely aosooel in getunglhe
verscl to the table without spilling its contents,
"lean not spend Thankssivinir arth vou.
Mrs. Culvert," replied Eva, trying hard to
steady her voice ! "at leat you won't want me
to after I tell you something. Mrs. Culveat, I
drove your boy away from his home ! "
For a moment thare was no sound heard
save Eva suppressed sobs. She had told the
whole truth in as short a way as possible ; and
now, with her hands covering her face, stood
like a culprit awaiting her sentence.
" You, Eva, yon?" and Mrs. Culvert's voire
expressed aii the astonishment she felt.
" You?" she repeated as if half dazed by the
revelation. " Sit down beside me, my dear
little girl, nnd tell me all about it. Don t yon
know it will be a great comfort to me to find
a reason for mv son's strantrn departure ? Why
U. - .. i-f 1- I nil
unit-n t tuu rum me Deiorer
"Oh, don't ask me that, Mrs. Culvert-
don f, please I I was verv wicked. I see now
just how selfish I was. But "
"But let that go, and get to business,"
broke in Suke. "We ain't none of ns that's
got such a clear record in the past that we can
an.ira to nave mucn raking done. '
" You are right ngtin, Susan," said Mrs,
Culvert, fervently. "Now tell ma all about it,
my dear, and remember all the time that I
shall not, can not, blame you, no matier how
bad it is."'
Mrs. Culvert drew Eva's little hand into her
own and the cirl commenced :
" Stephen loved me at least he said so, nnd
I always believed him and I loved him. This
commenced before be even went tu colleee.
We wrote friendly letters all through thog'!
tour years, and when he graduated he asked
me to marry him. This I refused to do. He
kept entreating mo to allow him to speak to my
tamer, ana mis i wnuldn t listen to.
"And why, Eva," interrupted Mrs. Culvert,
" if vou loved him?'
"That's just it." renlied the cirl. naively.
"It was just because I loved him that I didn't
listen te it. There was too much in Stephen
Culvert to be allowed to rust out on his father's
farm. He knew there was plenty and to spare,
and home was pleasant, and love was sweet,
and he hadn't cnercv sufficient to bestir him
self as I thought he ought. There isn't money
ettoiigs in tne world, Mrs. Culvert, to tempt
me to marry an idle man."
" Yankee doodle, doodle doo !" sang Suke,
turning a loaf of cake wiih a broom-corn.
" Well," continued Eva, "matters grew very
unccmiortaDie, and j nankfgtvmg-day we al.
most quarreled. This happened in vour tar
lor, Mrs. Culvert, and was just after dinner, he
taunted me with not loving him. I bad grown
tired of this kind of talk on his part, and told
him that I would never engage myself to nny
man who had not a trade or a profession; that
I had sense enough to know that love could
not always occupy his whole attention ; and I
ended in telling him I was ashamed of him.
These were the last words be said to me ; 'Eva
iienton, wnen you see or hear from me again
i snail tuner oe tne mnn vou are anxious to
marry or a worthless diunken vagabond. On
your head be the responsibility;' and with this
he marched directly out of the house."
"We have both erred, Eva, in our wav of
dealing with our trouble I more than vou,
because I was so much older ; but that can't
h helped no-. Kiss me, and promise that
you will spend to-morrow with us."
Evn promised.
"Haik!" said Mrs. Culvert, listening in
tontively, and drawing her companion close to
her side. " Do bear what Susan is sincine!
Did you ever know a voice to express so much?"
" That's what she was singing when I came
in. Don t you know, Mrs. Culvert, that that
is Stephen's favorite anthem ?''
" O go your ways into his gates with thanks
giving, aud into his courts with praise," rang
out tne clear voice ot duke.
Just at Ada was departing, Suke cried out :
I.bok hero, Eva, ycu've forgot your wine."
" So I have," laughed the vounz ladv. turn
ing a very happy face to her friend. " But I
really did want some, she protested.
" Of course you did, and here 'tis all ready
for you."
I he last sound that Eva heard as she turned
the angle of the bouse was Suke's voice rine'Bii
out, "O go your way into his gates with
lhnKgmng ,
Niinre Culvert declared the next dav that he
didn't know what was the matter with every
body. " Why," said he wiih a thankful smile,
' there isn t a long face at this table. God be
praised ! Suke, if you don't sit down and eat
with us to-day, it will spoil my dinner. Why,
girls how preity yon all look ! And as for
yon, wife, I don't know what to make of you.
Am I dreaming, or are we just married ? Why,
twenty -five years hasn't changed you a bit.
I've been thinking, though, along back, that
you were growing a bit plain ; hut that must
have been my imagination. Eva, isn't that
the same dress you wore you wore
"Yes, Sir." interrupted Eva, looking down,
not quiie strong.enough yet to have the subjact
meniioned.
" It '11 come out nil right, I suppose," con.
tinned the old gentlemen. "At least wife
thinks so, and I never knew her to make a
mistake. She's heen a powerful time making
up her mind, though. Suke, is every thing on
the tablo now, and here is a place for you be.
side me."
" That's not my lace, Squire Culvert," re
sponded Suke, quickly, uttering for ike first
time the name of the only one thev were all
thinking of:" that is your son Stephen's seat."
Suke didn't seem to wonder that every body
looked at her in surprise ; for just then the
sound of the piano was plainly heard, and a
clear, ringing voice in the parlor singing :
" 'O go your way into his courts with praise.
Be ye sure that the Lord he is Gad ; it is He
that hath made ns, and not we ourselves ; we
are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.' "
"Stephen!" whispered the squire; "My
boy!" sobbed the mother; "My brother!"
screamed each eister; "My own!" smiled
Eva ; and in a moment more the long-ubsent
child was surrounded.
"I am earning my own bread-and-butter,"
were the first words he said to Eva ; " will
you become my wife now ? .and she answered,
" Yes," and that was every word she said.
Suke couldn't be prevailed on to sit with
them at dinner. "I'm too choked up," was
her only answer. "I'd rather be stirring."
But every no and then, as she flirted from
room to room, and room to pantry, her voire
was distinctly heird singing, " 'O go your way
into his rates with thanksgiving, and into bis
courts with praise.'"
Good to Know; Keep tea in a close
cheat or canister. Keep coffee by itself,
as its odor affects o'.her articles. Bread
and cake should be kept in a tin box or
stone jar. Cranberries will keep alt win
ter in a firkin of water in a cellar
Oranges and lemons keep best wrapped
close in soft paper and laid in a drawer.
Bolt soap should ba kept in a dry place
in a cellar, and should not be used for
three months. Lard should be hard and
white ; and that which is taken from a
hog ver a yeur old is the best To
select nutmegs, pick them with a pin.
If they are good, the oil will instantly
spread around the puncfurp. When a
keg of uiolldsjf s is bought, draw off a
few Quarts, OS else the fermentation nro.
ducted by moving it will burst the cask.
Brett Harte in his humorous lecture
on early California days is thus do
scribed :
What Mr. Ilarto said of the Arg
nauts of 1849 wag as delicately humorous
and tender, at onee and in turn, as those
wonderful sketches that first surprised
ine world into a Knowledge of his rare,
new genius. The rudeness, the dcfiper-
ateness, the extravagance, the coarser
bumor, the outer sem jlance of the life
have found other and remarkable chron
iclers ; but no other has reached with
such keen and appreciative touch, its
pnthos or its deeper tragedy.
Mr. Ilarte proposed to tell of a cru
sade without a cross, ax exodus without
a prophet. "It is not a pretty story,"
said he ; "I do not know thnt it is even
instructive i I do not know tlint it is
strictly true. It is of a life of which per
haps the best that can be said is, that it
exists no longer." After this brief
preface, the lenturer sketched the primi
tive days of California ; when the land
and the dwellers therein were alike en
joying a dolce far niente He sketched
then rapidly their sudden awakening to
find themselves strangers on their own
soil, foreigners in their own land, ignor
ant even of the treasure they had been
set to guard. The causes of this swift
change were prefigured for many years.
The oldest and the newest faiths of the
world tho Roman Catholio and the
Mormon were the pioneers of Cali
fornia. Father Junipero Lena, ringing
his bell in the heathen wilderness of up
per California, and Brigham Young,
leading his half-famished legions to Salt
Lake, were the path-clearers of the
Argonauts of 1840. The Argonauts were
not men to be deeply affected by these
coincidences. They were exalted by no
especial mission, and sceptical of even
the existence of the golden fleece until
they saw it. The altogether unexampled
contrasts of the new order of life in those
early days of the Argonautic capture of
the golden State, were here depicted
with that power of characterization of
incident and phrase which have become
so familiar to us nil in Mr. Ilarte's sto
ries ; as when he alluded to the exchange
of characters so common, where the best
men had the worst antecedents, and the
worst rejpeted in a spotless Puritan ped
igree. "The boys seem to have taken a
fresh sleal all 'round," said Mr. John
Oakhurst to me, in the easy confidence
of a man conscious of his ability to win
my money, "and. there is no knowing
whether a man will turn up jack or
king." It is relevant to this anecdote
that Mr. Oakhurst himself came of a
family whose ancestors regarded games
of chance as sinful because they were
trifling and amusing, but who had nev
er conceived that they might be made
the instruments ot speculation and trag
ic earnestness." And Mr. Oakhurht
wondered, as he rose with a gain of
9 3,000, that there were folks " as believes
that keords is a waste of time." This
Oakhurst, tho typical gambler of that
time (the hero of " Tho Outcast s of Poker
Flat "), once more illustrates in this lec
ture a phase of contradictory nobility,
by redeeming from the gaming table for
his wife a luckless gambler, by buying
his next play, and then losing it by con
cert with the dealer. As he confessed
tho weakness to a friend ha added sol
emnly : " It's the first time as I ever
played a game that wasn't on the
square." Ilarte's description of the
tniniug camps is even more vivid than
that ot the city population. Their per
sonal attractions are represented in an
exceedingly flattering light; their ha
bitual life, minutely drawn with its un
natural characteristics., its absence of
softening iiifluonce, of reverential cus
tom, and chief lack of all of home. In
this connection what more exquisite can
be thought of than the painting of the
lone woman lone, even though wed led
aud though beloved by every miner in
tho camp pining slowly daily, aud to
everybody's astonishment dying at last.
" jjo you know what they say Ma am
Kicnarcls dietl ot r said Yuba Hill to his
partner. 'No,' was the reply. The
doctor savs she died of nostalgia,' said
Bill. 'What thing is nostalgia?'
said the other. Well, it's a kind o'
longing to get to heaven.' Perhaps he
was right." And with this pathetio in
cident we must close our partial sketch
of this charming essay of California pio
neer life.
A Black rietnre.
A black side of Philadelohi life in re
vealed in the confession of Hugh Mara,
who was sentenced on Saturday to six
years and nine months imprisonment and
to pay a fine of $1,000 for attempting to
kill Alderman McMullin of that city.
He states that there is an organized band
of thoroughly reckless men associated
together tor all forms of crime. His first
assertion is that he was instigated to the
attempted assassination of Detective
Brooks by this band, who agreed to nav
him 200 for the fiendish work. He gives
names, places and particulars, showing
how the victim was dogged and finally
Bhot ; declares the alibi which was fabri
cated for his defense to be an act of ner-
jury, and that the only pay he ever re
ceived was 50. The other charges in his
afiidavit against this gang are that thev
started the terrible coul oil fire of Feb.
8, 1805. at Ninth and Wharton streets j
inai mey attempted tne burning of the
Union League House, Sept. 0. 18(S6 : that
they committed the murder of Peter
Mannox, October, 1868, and robbed the
Beneficial Saving Fuud Society, April
4, 18G9. Alluding to the revelation of
Mcra, The Pre says of the men whom
he has disclosed : "The only tjuestien
now is their extermination, It can be
done by punishment. This gang should
be brought to trial. If they are not, we
may expect ti'sassinution to becouie one
of the leading industries of the city.
Our authorities are surely not afraid to
prosecute these men."
PaIXTINO. Now is the tirriA t An nut-
door paintiag, if not already done.
There is no dust to injure it; ror hot
sun to crrive tne oil into the wood, and
leave a poor coat to rub nr anal a nt.
flies to immolate themselves therein and
spoil its appearance ; nor pressure of
work which causes hnito whiVi r,..,ir
waste; and whether in the dwelling
uouse, tue uaru, tne stable, the tools or
the wairong. or elecls. now i tl... ,
paint tbem if tbey ure to be painted at
u, nuu iiiin inese tuouia De painted as
a matter of the most necessary economy
there u not tha slightet que.tioa.
Too Poor to Marry. ,
There is a good deal more talk among
old bachelors this winter, says Eli Per
kins, about not being able to get mar
ried, than ever before.
There is an eld bachelor at the Fifth
Avenue Hotel, whose income is $20,000
a ypar, and still he says he can't afford
to get married. He's a proud, blooded
fellow, and now, he says, ns a single
man, he can have tho beBt horses, best
rooms, and the best box at the opera,
"but," he continued, " if I should get
married, I would have to scrimp myself
or overdraw my income."
" How is that ?" I asked.
"Well, now, come in the parlor and
I'll show you. You gee ladies are so
extravagant nowadays. They dress so
much more here than they do in Europe.
I mean, they don't wear rich diamonds
like the women of Flarence and Milan,
but they wear such rich dresses, shawls,
laces, and furs. Now I'm proud, and I
wouldn't want my wife to be outdressed,
so I have to keep out of the marriage
business."
" Do you see that lady there ?" he said,
pointing to a fashionable caller.
" Yes."
Well, she has on a $100 panniered,
wattaued, polonaised brown gros grain
dress, and I wear a $60 coat. She wears
a $1,200 camel's hair shawl, and a $500
set of gable, while I wear a $70 overcoat.
She wears a $70 bonnet, whi'e I wear an
8 hat. She wears $200 worth of point
applique and point aguile, while I wear
a $6 shirt. Her shoes cost $15, and mine
cost $12. Her ordinary morning jewelry,
which is changed every year not
counting diamonds cost $400; mine
cost $50.
" How does all this foot p ?"
" Whyv the clothes she has on cost
$2,285. and mine cost $206, and that is
only one of her dozen outfits, while I
only have say three. The fact is," said
my friend, growing earnest, " I couldn't
begin to live in a brown stone front
with that woman and keep tip appear
ance to match carriages, church, din
ners, opera, and sea-side, for $20,000. I'd
have to become a second-rate man, and
live in an eighteen foot house, or with
draw over to Second avenue, and that
I'll be d d if I'll do !" and he slung his
fist down slam into a nice silk hat in the
excess of earnestness.
My friend was partially right. Our
ladies do dress expensively far more
expensively than European ladies.
Why 1 a lady coming from Paris is con
stantly surprised on Fifth avenue. She
looks with amazement on the expensive
toilets of our ladies. While in Europe
expensive toilets are left for full-dress
parties and for the drawing-room, here
the most expensive toilets are left for
the street, where dresses are soon worn
out and soiled. Yes, $100 dresses bo
como mere sidewalk wipes, and camel's
hair shawls are robes to shop in.
The American Catbird.
The catbird is one of the most peculiar
and interestim rf Amnrinnn KiVdi Pa.
longing to the family of Thrushes, it ar-
iMtrua in Van. I. .--1 .. ,1 .. 1 1. a. 1' A
..Ej in iicv, .uiigiaiiii duuui tut) oi
May, migrating to the South about the
middle of October. The prevailing color
ia dark and leaden, more ashy beneath ;
top of the head and neck, dark sooty
brown ; wings, dark brown, edged with
a lighter leadon hue; tail greenisk
blaok. The bird is occupied in building from
about the 20th of May to the first week
ill J une. The nest is composed of close
ly interwoven strips of grapevine, bark
and fine leaves, twigs and straws. It is
deeply hollowed, and lined with fibrous
mi it M liuir. H Tl it tl Tl (1 rr-aaaaB Tl,. .1 .... t- la
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placed on bushes and shrubs, usually not-
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uivio iuuu mar or nve leei ironi tne
ground.
The bird is remarkable for its fondness
for the society of man, seeming to pre
fer a home in the neighborhood of thick
ly 6ottled disrricts, rather than a wilder
one in the forest. It is a very curious
bird, and will follow for miles any
strange object that attracts its atten
tion. -Its cry when agitated is dry and
harsh, reminding one of the rattling of
sticks. f Through the early part of the
summer the voice of the male is heard in
the woods, and its note, which, under
the influence of tear or anger is so harsh,
will then be remarkable for its softness
and purity. Male and female have also
a plaintive cry, vory much resembling
the mewing of a cat, and it is from this
peculiarity that the bird derives its
name.
The catbird is one of the most affec
tionate and sensitive of parents, and
those who may feel themselves disposed
to play upon their tender feelings can
drive them nearly frantio by imitating
the chirping of their young. It rushes
about with hanging wings and open
mouth, and, screaming in the most piti
ful manner, will even venture quite near
the intruder, apparently entreatitg him,
in the most . pathetic manner, to deliver
to him his little ones, and if the sport is
kept up, will not cease to cry and im
plore until it falls exhausted.
It is very courageous, and it will gen
erally succeed in driving away any
snake or enemy that threatens to harm
its young.
Cuban Cigar Makers.
One of the largest manufacturing firms
in New York infirm a reporter that the
workmen are paid according to the
number and quality of the cigars they
roll. Makers of regalias receive $20 per
thousand, of conchas $20, and of espa
nolas $18. An ordinary quick worker
will finish two hundred cigars per day,
and as many as four hundred are made
by the oldest and most experienced
hands. The men are all Cubans and
some of their customs would doubtless
seem odd to an American workman.
They club together, contributing twenty
five cents a week each, with which they
hire a fellow exile to road aloud to them
daring their work. The position is no
sinecure, for the reader is expected to
keep up an incessant flow of words from
7 a. m. to 0 p. m., with the exception of
ne hour's rest for refreshments. The
wornmen tnus become posted ia the
news of the day, and in addition occa
sionally listen to the perusal of Spanish
history, or some work of fiction. There
is another tax which they impose upon
themselves, to the payment of which
they religiously adhere, which is to lay
asid'i a certain sum every week from
their wages to be sent to their strug
trliuir couibatrinta in C.
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supplies.
According to the Tribune, Horace
Greeley arrived ia New York on the 17th
of August, 1831, when the midsummer
heat was at its height. Ho had never
before seen a city of even twenty thou
sand inhabitants, nor gazed upon a sea
going vessel. The spectnelo of so many
square miles of stately buildings, with
the furlongs of masts and yards, aroused
a fueling of astonishment and wonder
akin to awe. He had completed his
twentieth year the February before.
Tall, slender, and ungainly, with ten
dollars in his pocket, and a scanty store
of summer raiment, mostly on his back,
the pale-faced youth did not command a
cheerful prospect of immediate success.
After searching in vain for a suitable
boarding-place, he at length found quar
ters in an obscure hostelry near the
North River. His first business was to
find work at his trade. Early in the
marning he began to ransack the city in
search of emplt-ment. In the coune of
two days he had visited more than half
the printing offices in New York, with
out the slightest gleam of success. His
youthful appearance and rustio ways
were not in his favor. When he called
at The Journal of Commerce, its dis
tinguished editor, Mr. David Hale,
frankly told him that he believed him to
be a runaway apprentice from some
country printing office, a presumption
which, though erroneous, might, under
the circumstances, be deemed excusable.
Thoroughly wearied with his two days
disconsolate quest, ht resolved to leave
New York while a little money still re
mained in his pocket. He was frightened
by the prospect of the almshouse whLh
stared him in the face, and wished to
make his escape while the chance was
yet left. In the evening, however, he
made the acquaintance of some young
Irishmen who had called at his landlord's
in their stroll about town. Upon hear
ing that ho was a wandering printer in
pursuit of work, they at once took an
interest in his affairs, and directed him
to a place where ho could find employ
ment. Thi, was the printing office of
Mr. John T. West. Tho work was so
difficult that no printer acquainted in
tne city could be induced to accept it.
It was the composition of a miniature
New Testament, with numerous mar
ginal references, and in a curiously in
tricate 6tyle of typhograohy. No other
compositor could be .persuaded to work
on tne book lor more than two or three
days, and Mr. Greeley, accordingly, had
it nearly all to himself. By diligent
type-setting from twelve to fourteen
hours through the day he could earn at
most not over six dollars a week.
Malleable Glass.
One of the lost arts, which skill and
science have for hundreds of years been
making ettorts to rediscover, is the pro
duction of malleable glass, It was men
tioned by many ancient writers, espe
cially by Pliny, who speaks of its being
indented when thrown on a hard sub
stanee, and then hammered into shape
again liko brass. The world uses a
vastly greater amount of glass now than
during the. early ages, but has never
been able to overcome its brittleness.
That accomplished, and it would enter
into uses not even suspected now, and
probably dispute with iron itself for su
premacy as an agent of civilization. A
glass spinner in Vienna has recently
made a discovery that may lead to the
recovery of the lost link in the chain of
early invention. Ho is manufacturing
a thread of this material finer than the
fibre of the silk worm, which is entering
largely into tho manufacture of' a vari
ety of new fabrics, such as cushions, ear
pets, table cloths, shawls, neckties, fig
ures in broeaded velvet and silk, em
broidery, tapestry, laces, and a multitude
of other things. It is as soft as the finest
wool, stronger than silk thread, and is
not changed by heat, light, moisture oi
acids, nor liable to fade. So important
is tne matter deumed, that while tliu pro
cess is kept a profound secret, the' Aus
trian Minister of Commerce has already
organized schools for glass spinning in
various places in Bohemia, and a variety
of manufactured articles are now for
sale and will no doubt soon reach Amer
ica. If it shall end in the final rediscov
ery of malleable glass, so that it can be
wrought or rolled into sheets, it will
revolutionize much ot the world's indus
try. Indeed, no one could safely pre
dict to 'what uses it might not be ap
plied, as the material is plentiful in all
lands. Mankind have long waited for
it. Let us hope the time is near when
so great a boon will bo vouchsafed to
them. London, Timet.
An Ingenious Carpenter.
As the steamer Idaho wag on her trip
from the Sandwich Islands to San Fran
cisco, her cylinder head was blown out
and the boat was completely disabled at
sea. The situation was a huzardoug one,
when a carpenter on board who had
been sent by the American Consul at
Honolulu in arrest, came to the rescue.
On examining the injured cylinder, the
thought entered the carpenter's mind
that a stout cylinder-head of tough, hard
wood might stand a sufficient pressure of
steam to run the engine at moderate
speed. He stated this to the captain,
who, after some hesitation and as a las c
resort, reluctantly gave him permission
to try the experiment. The carpenter
procured his tool-chest from the hold,
and after twenty-five hours' httrd work
finished and inserted the wooden cylinder
heod. It was made of three thicknesses
of hard teak board, rendered steam-proof
by being covered with paint and canvas,
aud was calked tight and held in its
place by bolls, as in other cylinder-heads,
and by a piece of timber braced against
its ends. When the carpenter announced
that the engine was ready for use, and
desired the engineer to turn on steam,
there was a general scamper from the
cylinder, where numbers of the passen
gers, sleepless and feverish, had anxiously
watched the finishing of the work.
Slowly the steam was turned on, tlu
pibton-rod rose and fell, the propeller
churned the water quickly, the Idaho
moved on at her accustomed speed, and
the wooden head was a success. The
cylinder-head, after being used for a
time, swelled and collapsed like the
lungs in respiration, but the invention
stood the test to tho end, and earned ior
the carpenter quite a reputation. He is
now u very hero among sea-goiug mou.
I' Delirium tremena is said to be curable
I by means of a milk diet.
Under the Locomotive.
A young man named JosiahT. Haight,
a native of and a recent arrival in Kan
sas city from Wooster, Ohio, after " fight
ing the tiger" found himself "broke,"
without even so much as sufficient to
pay his l.otel bill. " After wandering
around the city he conceived the idea of
endeavoring to reach Topeka, Kansas, by
stealing a ride upon the Kansas Pacific
night express. With this intention he
went to the depot and crawled upon the
pilot of the icy locomotive, and crouched
down upon the trucks beneath the smoke
box.
The train moved on at a rapid rate,
the old, bitter winter's wind swept keen
ly and piercing through Haight's cloth
ing, chilling him to the marrow. He
soon discovered that he must inevitably
freeze to death in his present uncom
fortable condition, but there was no es
cape. The train rushed on through the
Kaw bottoms never halting, never stop
ping. Haight found himself gradually
sinking, benumbed and without feeling,
down into the cross bars of the truck
frame. Gradually he dropped down un
til he found himsolf jammed between
the warm smoke box f ud the axles.
The noise and clatter of the machinery
became deafening, the keen prairie winds
whistled and shrieked around the rush
ing locomotive. Haight knew he must
die if left in his perilous position a little
longer. But there was no escape until
the train halted. He thought of drop
ping down upon the ties which glided
beneath him with lightning rapidity.
This he knew would be instant and cer
tain death. He would have done so, but
he found himielf unable to get through
the network ot iron bars, so he gave him
self up to his fute. One by one the sta
tions glided past him in the bright,
frosty moonlight, when the train sud
denly " slacked up," and glided slowly
to the water tank at Stranger creek.
Here Haight aroused himself with a
desperate eneigy and made a determi
ned effort to extricate himself from his
perilous condition. Cramped, benumb
ed and half dead, he crawled out from
th trucks and out to the side of the
track. The train moved on, and young
Haight attempted to rise, but suffered
such acute agony from cramp 1 that he
wag obliged to call for assistance. Jits
will hereafter have a mortal aversion ior
faro and free rides in winter.
Shadowed Lives.
One of the saddest thoughts that
come to us in life is that in this bright,
beautiful, joy-giving world of ours, there
are so many shadowed lives.
If suffering camo only with crimo,
even then we might drop n tear over one
whose errors had wrought their own
recompense. But it is not so; alas!
then we should not have it to record
fiat the noblest and most gifted are of
ten among those who may count their
fate among shadowed lives. With one
it is the shadow of a grave, long, deep,
and narrow, which falls over a life, shut
ting out the gladness of the sunshine,
bliirhting the tender blossoms of hope.
With another, it is the wreck of a
great ambition. He has builded his
ship, and launched it on the sea of life,
freighted with the' richest jewels of his
strength, his energies, his manhood. Be
hold, it comes back a wreck !
With others, disease throws its terriblo
shadows over tha portal, and shuts out
tho brightness of the outside world from
the sulfdrer within. But this is the
lightest shadow of all ; for it teaches the
heart the priceless lesson of endurance
and faith, and through its darkness the
sufferer sees ever the star of promise
shining, leading to the great beyond.
Of all shadowed lives, we find it iu our
hearts to feel most for those that are
cursed by an unhappy marriage.
Unhappy marriage is the quintessence
of human bondage. It wounds daily
our loudest and sweetest impulses ; it
trifles with and buries our holiest end
dearest affections, and writes over the
tomb thereof " No hope." It embitters
the vietim with the thought that lost
forever to her life is tho glory of a great
love ; closed forever to her are the por
tals of a happy home the fountain of
freshness aud delight, at which the soul
must needs drink to gather strength for
the heat and burden of the world's bat
tle. Another Idea.
A writer in the American Artinan pro
poses a novel device for making buildings
tire proof, and wonders that no architect
ever thought of so o'vious a plan. He
would make up the partition of the walls
of buildings in a manner analogous to
sectional steam boilers, and fill them
with water ; then no fire could be com
municated from one building to another
till the water had all boiled away. The
water spaces need not be made more
than one inch in thickness, aud might be
constructed of thin sheets of metal.
Nothing can burn until heated to the
temperature at which it combines with
oxygen, and the partitions could never
reuch this temperature so long as they
were kept supplied with water, since
each atom of that fluid is a swift vehicle
to seize and carry away the heat. No
solid material known to the arts is capa
ble of withstanding the heat generated
in such great fires as those of Boston
and Chicago. To fill tho conditions so
long vainly sought in endeavoring to
render buildings absolutely fire proof,
something is required that heat will not
melt, or warp, or crack, and otherwise so
impervious to air that fire cannot com
municate with combustibles stored in
buildings ; or means must be found by
which the force of the heat can be ex
pended upon something we can afford to
waste. That material is water, and the
writer in the ArtUan thiuks he has
pointed out the right way to use it
Geeat Khan. The Great Khan of
China, which is by interpretation the
" Great Lord of Lords," must have been
a big man in the olden time. With
eagles for falcons, and lynxes, leopards.
and lions for hunting-dogs, he could at
any time improvise an armv ot 300.000
men from his falconers, beaters, and
whippcrs-in. Polo, who had a keen
relish for the " noble art," tells us that
when the Emperor went " a-fowling" he
was carried upon four elephants in a fine
chamber made of timber, lined inside
J with plates of beaten gold, and outside
witn lions skins, attended with 20,000
huntsmen and 10,000 dogs, moving along
abreast of one another, so that the whole
line extended over a full day's journey,
ana no animal oouia escape tueiu.
Facts and Figures,
Twenty-five thousand working-girls
were thrown out of employment by tho
Boston fire.
Why is a donkey that cannot hold his
head up like next Monday 1 Betause
it's neck's weak.
Jamts IfcElhany, convicted of the
murder of his wife in Boston, has been
sentenced to be hung.
It is said that iron is a good tonic for
debilitated young ladies. That may be
so, but ironing is a better one.
The reports of diamond disooveries
brought by Stanton and others to San
Francisco are not believed there.
The question of calling a Convention
to form a State Constitution for Wash
ington Territory has been voted down.
Forty landed proprietors will probably
be raised to the German peerage, to
qualify them for seats in the npper house.
The official vote of Missouri for Presi
dent is announced as follows Greeley,
151,433; Grant, 119,196; O'Conor, 2,429.
Dr. May, the American who shot and
killed a laborer named Nagle, in Lon
don gome time ago, has been tried and
acquitted.
During the yoar ending the 30th of
June last, 9,000,000 acres of United States
Government land were disposed of in va
rious ways.
Mrs. John Baggs, of Omaha, has left
Mr. John Baggs, taking the mone bags.
and leaving John to hold the little
empty Baggs.
An enthusiastic Nebraska editor says :
" Nine months of the year in Nebraska
is summer, and the rest is mighty late
in the spring."
At Newburgb, N. Y., a boy eight yesn
of age dropped a stone frsmt a bridge
upon the bead of a man, killing im
almost instantly.
The total loss by the fire in Galva, 111.,
is now figured at $218,000. Thirty-five
business firms were burned out and thir
teen families rendered homeless.
It seems to be understood that in boat
races in England hereafter coxswains will
be dispensed with and the sliding seat
will supersede the stationary one.
Tho Khedive of Egypt intends sending
a force of 5,000 troops, under command
of an American officer, to aid Dr. Liv
ingstone in exploring the source of the
Nile.
" How docs that look, eh ?" said a big
fisted Wall street man to a friend, hold
ing up one of his brawny hands. " That,"
said the friend, "looks as though you'd
gone short on your soap." .
Pennsylvania proposes to amend her
constitution so as to prohibit her judges
from indulging in gratuitous rides upon
railways, and to render a valid verdict
by a two-thirds majority.
The U. S. Treasury balances are ; Cur
rency, $8,188,329 ; special deposit in le
gal tenders for redemption ot certificates
of deposit, $26,755,000 ; coin, $71,386,272;
coin certificates, $20,613,500.
Wo once heard a woman of the world
say, " the state of widewhood is incon
venient, for one must assume all the
modesty of a young girl, without being
able to feign her ignorance."
Learing is as good as ready money in
the country. A schoolmaster in Marietta,
Ohio, gets twelve dollars a month and
finds himself. He is afraid he won't bo
tible to find himself much longer.
A Jesuit has written to his superiors
in France that he has narrowly escaped
death at the hands ot an infuriated pop
ulation in a Uninese town, because they
believed that he killed and ate young
children.
The epidemic which proved so afflict
ing to the horses seems to have extended
to tho wild deer of the northwestern
woods. The lumbermen in the vicinity
of Manistee, Michigan, report many deer
found dead.
Jacksonville, Tenn., young ladies tie
up their taper fingers, and when the
young gentlemen callers in the evening
inquire the cause, blushingly replv : "I
burnt them while broiling the beefsteak
this morning."
Electricity has recently been success
fully applied to the breaking in of hor
ses. A wire was attached to the bit, and
as soon as the animal shswed signs of
becoming refractory a shock was given,
which soon restored order.
Mr. Joigneray, an athlete of pro
digious strength, has made his appear,
ance in Paris. Among other exercises,
being suspended by his feet from a
trapeze, he lifted from the ground a real
horse by the mere force of his wrists.
There aro in New Jersey forty-thrte
Lodges of Odd-Fellows, and 13,344 mem
bers in good standing; an increase in the
year ot 1,076. The receipts during the
year have been $103,357 72 and the
amount paid for relief was $34,377,50.
Sam Collyer and Patsey McGuire
fought a prize fight two miles above Lit
tle Ko.k, Ark. The fight lasted twenty
minutes, during vhichtime seven rounds
were fought. Uollyer was declared the
whinner because of a foul on the part of
MuGuiro.
There is a law in Austria by which the
Government may take possession of any
railroad which is not kept in good condi
tion for travel and traffic, and manage it
at the expense ot the owners, and under
this provision the Lernber-Czernoviti
railway has been seized.
From the propeller Mary Ward,
aground between T hornhury and Col
lingwood, Out., eight men were lost in
endeavoring to get ashore in a small
boat. Mr. Stephens, of Owen Sound, is
reported among the drowned. Three
fishing boats took off nine passengers
safely all who were on board.
The 51-hour per week system is about
to be adopted largely in the Scotch iron
trade, but the workmen are dissatisfied
with the manner in which some of the
employers proposed to work the system,
which would, it is represented, divest the
reduction of the hours of labor of all the
advantages it possessed oi a social and
intellectual kind.
The famous maelstrom, which has been
the scene of so many thrilling stories, is,
in reabty, a very tame affair, and would
never recognize itself in the picture
idrawn by the romancer's pen. An Enar-
I l :.. :l: r ji.- r
ubu luuuiM, wrmug oi u iroin jNorway,
says : " Every year hundreds of coun
try men row-over it, doubtless even bathe
ia it; for, except at certain periods, and
under certain conditions of wind and
tide, it is comparatively harmless.