HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDTJM. Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. IV. MDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THUESDAY, JULY 30? 1874. NO. 22. : ,.f .The Deserter. Well ! an" sapposiu' he did desert i What's that to thoe, surly Dan t Tuou hast no lads In thy own cot, Or thoit wouldns't talk bo, my man ! But stop Mil thon'Kt hoard it all out, Dan, Till you know how It ended down there, An' yon won't blame the lad nor the widow . Wbeh you hear what they botli had to bear. I waB down at the cottage this nWnln' When the soldiers marched np to the door, An' said &s they'd got the Queen's orders To tje away Oeorgie onoe more ! A'l' '.n they all come, the Qneen' soldiers, With heir handcuffs for poor George's wrists s The Queen's got more right than the mother Neither him nor his mother resists I l'oor lad, he warn't fit for a soldier, With his nineteen years only j ust told : He was mad with his lass when he 'listed. An' his life for a slullin', he sold. Yes, sergeaut, he'll " stick to bis- bargain," He's there, in the room at the back, An' as truly as blood-hounds ye' o scented An' followed the lad on his traok! lint he .starved for a week in the marshes Afore he crawled in at that door! An' weary, broke down, an' half clyin", He dropped, faintin' dropped, on the floor! 80 step gently, sergeant, step gently, Tor God's sake, men, don't let your guns clank, An' the mothers who bore ye, an' nursed ye, For this mother's sake shall ye thank ! An' the big bearded men laid their muskets Alongside the old cottage wall : An' we all of ns went in so softly You couldn't ha' heard a footla!! ! An' there she was, bent o'er his pillow. Her face hidiu' his from our sight, An' her hands in his black hair was twinin'. An' lookiu'like dead bauds! so white ! Tho sergeant's hand placed on ht '. shoulder, Tho sorgeaut's voice whisperin' low, Miulo her start, made her rise, made the hot tears Down her pale face quickly flow ! 'What will ye?" Bhe wailed; ''want ye Georgia? Come ye me an' my poor lad bet .veen ?" "Ho must," says the sergeaut, "go with ns! He belongs to his country, his Queen !" ' Stand off ! he is mine ! come not near him ! Ho has breathed in these arms his last breath : Xo Queen nor no army can claim liini. Ho belongs to his mother, and Teath !' An' my heart a'moet stopped in its beatin" As 1 looked on the widow's white cheek, While the soldiers with bent heads stepped backward, An' the sergeant in vain tried to speak ! The light in his young eyes had darkened, His voice with Death's silence was dumb : Never more, Dan, shall poor Georgie answer Friend, mother, or trumpet, or drum ! Once more she cried out, " Get ye gone, men ! Your comrade no longer does heed Your words, or your threats, or your lashes : My poor lad from this oath Death has freed '." A11' the fell on her knees by his benide, An' kissed the dead face o'er an' o'er Thou needn't be 'shamed o' thy tears, Dau ; ' Let 'em come, if they ne'er come afore ! ' It was said as young Georgie had 'scaped 'em. So he has ! the Queen's order is naught. .No laws nor court-martials can touch him ; The Lord his discharge, Dau, has bought. T J, IT JflGHT HAVE BEEX." -I was horribly lonesome. What could I do with myself ? It is only about Christmas time that the responsibility of my individuality hangs heavily upon me : my business engrosses me for the most part, for I had been more success ful in money matters than in any other interest iu life. But now the holidays were here. Everything in my neat cham ber wore orderly and comfortable, and I had a real satisfaction in the feel ing that they belonged to me. But how lonesome they were. A fellow just passed my window with a covered basket on one arm, and on the other a happy looking wwruan chattering gaily as she walked. Well, I might have had a wife, if it had not been for Charley's perfidy yes, and Emma's too, for I suppose she was as much to blame as be was. I wonder if either of them were to . . blame ? Love goes where it is sent, - they say, and I really suppose they could not help loving each other. Poor Emma ! Proud, splendid woman ; I should liko to know what her fate has bfin.' It seems strange that I have never heard one word from them since that Christmas eve on which they eloid. She was to have married me before another Christmas, but Charley was younger and handsomer than I, and there were such brilliant indications of genius about him. Strange that they have not been realized ; and surely they have not, or I should have heard. O, if I could only see them again. I had forgiven them both before the expira tion of the first year, in my anxiety about them ; for how could I forget the : charge of ray dying mother? "Take him, Paul," she said, "be good, and tender, and true to him all the days of ' your life. No matter with what ingrati tude he may repay your kindness for give him not only seven times but sev enty times seven. Be to him more than a brother, my trusted child ; fill my . vacant place for him. Say to yourself ' it will be true there is no crime on earth - that would cause my mother to cast one of her children out. The more abau ! doned, the more wretched they become, the more my affection shall comfort and ; solace them; uutil.at last, with a patience ( that never wearies, and a zeal that never flags, and a love whose strong wingB bear all burdens upward, I will land - them within the portals of that eternal 1 home where tin and sorrow can oome bo more f orever" And now four years had slipped down the thread of time, each adding to my anxiety, until I felt that I would give all my accumulated wealth for the Bight of .their dear faces onoe more. . , I will get away from these torturing thoughts, I said ; I will go cut and seek some adventure, praying my good spirit to lead me where I can make a Christmas for somebody though I may not have one for myself. I put on my wraps and started. The streets were thronged: how brilliantly the lights shone and what an array of Christmas cheer they illumined. And then to see the toys O, if I had only a child to make happy with a gift. Why, here is a whole bevy of ragged little urchins, shivering around a pastry cook's win dow. Now, good spirits, whose duty it is to inspire us to generosity, I shail commit no act of disinterested benevo lence to night ; but will make these youngsters happy if you will grant me some reasonable recompense. So I called them in, and bought as they directed. They were so engrossed anil so joyful that they forgot to thank me, and departed with arms full of good things lor their iliffereDt homes. But when they were gone the old lonely feeling returned to me, and I thought uncomfortably oi my bachelor Christ mas again. I passed the r ext day somehow. I gave a good dial to friendless little ones on tho str ot God's children still holding firmly by my compact with my spirit friends, and asking frankly for reimbursemeLt. Why not? Have not we the promise that if we cast our bread upon the waters, after many days it will return to us? On Christmas rooming as I passed out of my door, 1 found a child sitting quietly on the stt ps eating a bunch of raisins. He looked hearty and com fortably though poorly clad, that at first I thought he must belong to some of the neighbors. But no. I had look ed at all of these longingly and so ten derly, I knew them as well as if they had been my own. I thought I'd speak to him. ' How do you d , young man?" " Dood morny," he said, slowly, in a rich baby contralto. I did not know what to say next. No matter he did. He took a wet raisin from out his rosy mouth and handed it to me. "Aintoo hungry, por man?" he said. I declined his hospitality, but his lips quivered, and tears came into his eyes. " O, yes," I said quickly, seeing what ailed him, "I would like to have some raisins ;" and stooped down beside him. His face instantly cleared and he commenced feeding me alternately putting one grape in my mouth and one in his. I thought I was doing him a favor ; he knew he was doing me a favor, and as the grapes disappeared begun to look uneasy. " Ain't oo dot enough ?" he said. " O no, not half enough yet." " Es oo dot enough now V dey'll make oo sick," and he actually put all the rest, a good-sized handful into his own mouth. Wei!, it was not fair, but I re served my opinion of his conduct, and asked him his name. "Dotty," he said. "Where is your mother?" " Don't know." " Where is your father ?" "Don't know." " Where do you live ?" " Jle's doin to live with oo !" " With me ?" " Es my mammy told me so." " Your mammy told you so ? Where is your mammy ?" "Her don'd off." " What is your mammy's name ?" He looked me over from head to foot, mentally gauging the extent of my idiocy, and then answered, scornfully : " Mammy named mammy ; don't oo know dat?" " And she said you were to live with me ?" "Es ; she said if me would, oo'd div me lots of pretty sings." I felt like the man who drew the ele phant by lottery. "It's most deuced cool," I Baid. " Jiis, it awfuy tool, said tho young man, risiilg ; " et's do in the house. In the house, and divested of his wraps, he was as much at home as if he had always lived there. The first thing he did was to harness a chair at the head of the lounge with an old pair of suspenders, and then get on himself and commenced driving, " talking horse " most uproariously. " Get ape, now, won't oo ? Get ape. Whoa, Danuary 1 Do long dere, won't soo? Darn oo fool." He was evidently all right ; but what sort of a fix was I in ? Well, to con dense the matter, I gave him iu charge of the landlady, and went out to see if I could find his mother. It was of no use. I advertised him in every possible way. Nobody claimed him, and I con cluded he - had dropped out of the clouds for my especial benefit. Per haps the bread I had thrown upon the waters had been metamorphosed into meat, and in this shapo had returned to me sooner than I expected. I would be careful how I made another compact with my spirit friends. But even yet it seems that they had not fully recom pensed me for my kindness to the chil dren of the past Christmas. I was sitting one evening with Dotty by the fire, some six weeks after his ad vent, when there was a shuttling in the hall, and soon a tiny rap at the door. I opened it, and a little girl came in tim idly with her finger in her mouth. At first the light dazzled her, but she soon Eeered around the table and espied lotty. He, too, had seen her, and with a little scream he rushed towards her, and then commenced the most extrava gant demonstrations of joy I ever wit nessed in my life. Of course, I was curious to know what it all meant, but they did not answer my questions. They did not seem to hear them. It was "Oh, Dotty," and " Oh, Lilly,-" kiss kiss kiss, and "Turn up to de fire, Lily, et me shake de snow off oor cloak ;" and " Where did oo dit dat petty horsey, Dotty ?" and then more exclamations and more kissing. I was utterly bewildered, and after cudgeling my brain to an extent undreamed of in all my previous years, I gave it up as hopeless for that night at least, and ooncluded to sleep on it as scon as they got done kissing. In the succeeding days I found out, partly by questioning and partly by guessing, I hit these children were twins. Who they were, or what the object in palm ing them off upon me, remained a pro found mystery for ytars. I will just say, in passing, that though a little re sentful at first at what seemed an un pardonable liberty in thus forcing a great responsibility upon me, I soon became not only reconciled, but in finitely happier than I ever expected to be. My darlings grew in graoe And beauty, and beoame the very life of my life. But from the moment of their en tering my house I was haunted by a woman, who in spite of all my efforts baffled every attempt to see her plainly. One summer eve, as I sat in my little Bitting room with the children at din ner, I became conscious of some strange influence near me, and glancing around I saw her through the open window, just melting out of sight in the dim darkness. And many a time after 1 caught partial glimpses of a thin, wasted form, but never once was I in a position to catch or detain her. At last, moved by compassion for what I knew to be in that poor mother's heart, I posted an advertisement on all conspicuous places near my dwelling, which was some thing like this : "If the mother of Dotty and Lily will come to me openly she shall see her children without reserve. But in case she f-hall have reasons of her own for not coming, I would like to let her know that he to whom she gave them thanks her with a humble and happy heart for her precious gift, and will pledge himself never to prove recreant to so sacred a trust." Now, so far from this producing the effect I had desired, it seemed to banish the mother entirely away, and it was nearly twelve years after the children came to me that the next event hap pened. There was an exhibition in Lily's school, and she was to have the leading character in some theatrical perform ance. She was pleased and excited quite beyond her natural self. She studied her part with avidity, and with the most thrilling and brilliant action rehearsed it again and again before me. When the night came, she appeared on the stage in character, exquisitely dressed in court train and jewels. It was the first time I had ever Been her out of short dresses. Who was it Bho reminded me of ? Surely I had known some one at somo time of life just like my splendid darling. I listened to her and watched her, with what pride who can tell ? until the last act, when the curtain lalls upon her in tableau with hands crossed upon her breast, with tender eyes upraised, the whole wealth of her pale goldeu hair falling in one curling, miBty cutaraot down to her waist, tho innocence of angels radiating from her, and veiling her girlish form with a gentle grace, so wonderfully pure, so tenderly touching. Through the happy tears that filled my eyes I saw a halo encircle her like a rainbow, and then the curtain fell and I heard a scream from some womau in the audience. The scream pierced my heart like a knife, for lifted out of my self as I was by the intensity of my feel Jngs, there came a perfect revelation of all the inexplicable events of the past lew years so lull of quiet content for me, so full of agony to others. In vain, for some moments, I struggled to pene trate the crowd whence issued the ter rible cry. At last I reached her, pale, prostrate, lifeless. "Stand back," I cried, " she's miue ! O, Emma, Emma." There is little more to tell. I took her to her ld home to the very cham bers she had brighteued with her pres ence when a child. She was faded, and old, and worn beyond her years. Her splendid fragrant hair, whose touch upon my cheek and shoulder had once tuned my pulse to tho delicious mad dening rhythm of love, was now " half gray, half ruined gold." She knew her children, and they brought her all the long garnered affection of their fresh young hearts. But even that could not save her. She faded from us daily, and at last, with many promises of re union in that world where we hope to rectify the mistakes of this, we parted. Charley hud died before the twins were born, and poverty had pursued her relentlessly bitterly. O, if she had only come back to the heart that cherished her. How this thought tor tured me, how it wore upon me and darkened my life for years. And now those lines of Whittier's ring their end lesn refrain through my tortured bruin : " Of all sad words of tongue or pen. The saddest are these it might have been." It was years before the remainder of th3 poem took root in my heart, but at last I could say : O, well for us all some sweet hope lies Deeply hidden from human eyes ; And in the hereafter angels may iioll the Btone from its grave away." An Iudlau Delicacy, A writer on Indian life says : " In the sand deserts vast swarms of grasshop pers are hatched, and while yet their wings are undeveloped and they cannot fly they are caught in great quantities, swept up by the bushel and roasted in pitu like the ant, or on trays with hot embers like seeds. They are then ground and the flour is boiled as mush, or made into cakes, and grasshopper cake is considered a great delicacy. Later in the season clouds of grass hoppers leaving the warm plains below attempt to cross the mountains. When they come near the Bummits they are chilled by the oold air, and tumble down, and falling on the deep sloping snow-flelds they roll down the sides of the mountains, and are thus gathered into great winrows along the foot of the snow banks. Bushels, scores of bushels, hundreds of thousands of bushels are collected in this way." A Wholesale Suicide. A very sad and peculiar suicide in Paris recently was that of a man who threw himself from the Point de Solfeune into the Seine, holding in his hand a bag wherein he had placed his cat, his dog, and two canaries. He was taken out terribly injured, though still in possession of his senses, but the poor animals were all dead. He declared, on being con veyed to the hospital, that, being weary of life, he had resolved to quit it, taking with him the only creatures that had not oeased to love him when misery and want became his portion. He died in a few hours after being resoued from tae Seine. A FORGOTTEN CRIME. A Corpte Supposed to be that of One of ttha McKeenport Murderer ot 185T. A man, giving as his name Luther Ballard, applied for work on Farmer Miller's farm, near Six-Mile Run, Mid delsex connty, N. J. After he had worked three or four days he went away, and was found dead in a clump of woods near the farm, an empty whisky bottle by his side, leading to the infer ence that rum had been instrumental in his death. On his left arm was the name of " B. Stewart" pricked in India ink. On his person was an old, soiled, and ragged envelope, addressed to "Benj. Brown, Calais," post-marked from Brownsville, Pa. A letter was sent to that point, and the evidence elicited revives the story of a tragedy of 1857, nnd points to the dead man as one of the principals. In the latter part of April, 1857, an old man named Wilson and bis sister, who lived near McKeesport, Pa., were found in their house horribly mangled and dying. In McKeesport suspicion pointed to Charlotte Jones, a niece of the murdered couple. She was watched closely, and having at length been thrown into the McKeesport jail, she made a confession, implicating Charles b'yffe of McKeesport and Benjamin Stewart, a coal boat laborer, who lived alternately in Brownsville and in Mo Keesport. She said that Fyffo, who knew that the old couple had money, hadurged her to 'poison them. She consented, and bought a quantity of arsenics ; but when tlje hour arrived for administering it her heart failed her, and she refused. Afterward, at the solicitation of Fyffe and Ben Stewart, 'she accompanied them to her uncle's honse. She knocked, and some one within inquired, " Who's there ?" She answered, " It's me j let me In." The old man, recognizing her voice, opened the door. At this junc ture both Stewart and Fyffo sprang into the room and attacked old Mr. Wilson, and soon left him dying. Miss Wilson threw her arms around her neice and implored her to spare her life, but Fyffe and his companion soon finished her. The three then ransacked the house, and secured $1,400 in State money and between 8500 and $G00 in gold. This they buried in McKees port. Fyffe and Stewart were soon after ward arrested, and after a long trial sentenced to be hanged. Charlotte Jones and Fyffe suffered on the scaf fold, Stewart having been taken with smallpox was sent to the poor house under guard to await recovery. He es caped, and was invisible afterward until the fact of a man by that name having died in New Jersey was sent to Browns ville. The dead man and Ben Stewart, the murderer, are believed to be iden tical. Cleaning Kid Uloves. During this warm weather kid gloves are easily soiled, particularly as the pre vailing colors are quite light, and as it costs some time and money to have them cleaned at the dyer's, we let our readers into the secret of cleaning them at home, which can be done just as well as if paid for outside. Take a little sweet milk and a piece of white or brown soap. Fold a clean towel three or four times, spread it over your dress, and spread out the glove smooth ly upon it. Take a largo piece ,of white flannel, dip it into the milk, then rub it upon the soap, and rub the glove down ward toward the fingers, holding the wrist of it by the left hand. Continue this process until the glove, if white, looks of a dingy yellow, but if colored, looks dark and entirely spoiled. Now let it dry, and then put it on your hand, and it will be soft, smooth, glossy and clean. Take care, however, to omit no part of the glove in rubbing it, and see that all the soiled parts nre thoroughly cleaned. This process applies only to white and colored kid gloves. For black gloves that are soiled, turned white and otherwise injured, take a tea spoonful of salad oil, drop a few drops of ink into it, and rub it all over the gloves with the tip of a feather ; then let them dry in the sun. White kid boots and slippers can also be cleaned by the first process to " look as good as now," and black kid boots and slippers can be restored to their pristine gloss by the latter method. White kid gloves can be dved yellow or brown by steeping saffron leaves in boiling water for eight hours, and then wetting the gloves with a spenge dipped in the de coction. The color can be graduated by the strength of the dye. A handful of saffron leaves steeped in a pint of water will color half a dozen pairs of gloves. Sad Case of Hydrophobia. Wm. McGinnis, a child seven years of age, died in Bellevue Hospital, New York, from hydrophobia. " Mj boy," said the poor mother of the boy,' " has been exhibiting symp toms of hydrophobia of a very virulent character for the past few days. He was bitten by a dog on the 25th oi May. He went out into the street to play as uuual with the other boys, and was not long gone when he came back to me bleeding profusely from the mouth, his eyes staring wildly in their sockets. He said, ' Mamma, a dog bit me, and I feel very sick." " The animal ran away and was froth ing at the mouth. The child was cut about one inch at the right side of the mouth, and it required seven stitches to close the wound. Sometimes since then he would behave very quiet and rational, and sometimes he would get spasmodic fits. On those occasions he would seem to imitate the bark of a dog, and would show a disposition to violence. He never, however, showed any disposition to bite either myself, his father, or any of his sisters. "He got on, as I thought, pretty well, until about the morning of his death, when he said to me : " 'Mother, I know I have hydropho bia ; but I will bite none of you.' "He then became awfully violent. We told the police at the Eldridge street station house, and he was re moved from there to the hospital in an ambulance, where my poor child died in an hour afterward. He was my only boy ; I have three girla, and he was one upon whom my affections were most bestowed." The Abuse of Appetite. Upon this subject a medical writer makes the following reasonable sugges tions : The appetite is one of the least appreciated of nature's gifts to man. It is generally regarded in this work-a-day world as something to be either starved or stuffed to be gotten rid of at all events with the least iuoonvenienco possible. There are people who are not only not glad that they have been endowed with sound, healthy bodies, for which nature demands refreshments and replenishments, bat they are actu ally ashamed to have it known that they are sustained in the usual manner. The reason of this we arc at a loss to con ceive. Everybody admires beauty, and there can be no true beauty without good health, and no good health with out a regular and unvarying appetite. We are disinclined to let oppetite take any responsibility on itself. If we happen to consider it too delicate, we try to coax it, perhaps stimulate it with highly-seasoned or fancifully-prepared food. There are times when this may seem necessary, as in the case of a person so debilitated as to depend for daily strength on what he eats. But, usually, the cajoling process is a mis take. If the appetite of an individual in fair bodily condition be occasionally slender, it is no cause for alarm, and it should be allowed to regulate itself. It may safely be considered nature's pro test against some transgression, and it is wise not to attempt coercion. At certain seasons, as in spring and summer, the appetite of even the robust is apt to fail, and the relish for meats and heavy food to wane. This is all right enough, for animal diet in warm weather heats the blood, tends to head aches, and is generally unwholesome, unless sparingly used. On the other hand, fresh vegetables, berries, fruit, aud bread are cooling, corrective, and what the palate most craves. Don't be afraid to go without meat a month or so ; and if you like, live purely on a vegetable regimen. We will warrant that you will lose no more strength than is common to the time, and that you will not suffer from protracted heat, as when dining on the regulation roast. The Patll Family, Antonia'Barili, a half brother of Ade lina and Carlotta Patti, has been tell ing his family history to a correspond ent of the Chicago Post : " My par ents," ho said, were show people. My father, Francesco Barili, was a celebra ted composer of Borne. He married one of his pupils, who traveled a sea son in this country, and was popular here. They were members of an opera troupe. Well, in the troupe was a tenor named Patti. My lather quit the troupe and took to drink. It finally broke him clear down, and he died. My mother at once married Signor Patti. My step-sisters, Amalia and Carlotta, were afterward bom. My parents moved to Spain, and there Carlos and Adelina were barn. Adelina's native city is Madrid, not New York, as many sup pose. Amalia was a well-known ptima donna in this country, and married Strakosch. Carlos was a noted violin ist of New Orleans and New York, and died not long ago. Carlotta and Ade liua have a fame which is world-wide. Clotilde married Alfred Thorn. He was lost at sea a few years later, and she married Signor Scola, but died shortly after in the West Indies. Nicola and Ettore, my two own brothers, were both educated early in life, and have made fine musicians. Nicola is now in New York and Ettore in Philadelphia. In 1845 my mother was singing in Va lencia, in Spain. Amalia was a young girl. She was kept very busy, and Amalia and myself were allowed to roam about much as we liked. One day, while wo were strolling the crook ed streets, who should arrive but a tat tered jouug musician in want of aid. He claimed to have talents, but no op portunities. A benefit concert was proposed. He wanted Amalia to sing, and mother granted his request. The tattered young maestro wus Maurice Strakosch, and so he came into our family." A Minnesota Girl's Little Trick. Another of those devices that some females are so full of has come to light. A young lady of Hutchinson, who is fair to middling in looks, puts on a good deal of Btyle, and would like to be popular, and who dwells in a house that, while it is decent and respectable, is not grand, had the luck some time since to receive an introduction to a stranger who hailed from a neighboring town. It was at church that she was made acquainted with him, and he asked to see her home ; she accepted, and they started. It ocourred to her as they walked onward, that after what she had said it wonld hardly do to en ter her humble dwelling, for the lad might think she was uot what she seemed. A few houses distant from her's stands a fine-looking residence, before which she halted. He, not be ing acquainted with Hutchinson or her, supposed, of course, that every thing was all right, and left the gate with bright visions dancing through his brain, while she hid behind the stoop until he got out of Bight, and then went home happy. The Cholera. It is well known, says an exchange, that the germs of cholera will lie dor mant during the winter and revive with the appearance of hot weather. The energetio action of the health authori ties of Cincinnati, Chicago, and Pitts burgh has evidently destroyed the germs which unquestionably existed in those cities last year. It is to thie that we owe the fact that cholera has not make its appearance anywhere in the country this season. It is certainly strange that while we have thus learned to fight the cholera we are still unable to put a stop to the spread of scarlet fever a disease with which our phy sicians have been familiar for centuries, and which still annually slays its thou sands where cholera kills its hundreds. We do not dread the scarlet fever sim- Ely because' we are so familiar with it, ut this very familiarity onght long sinoe to have taught ns how to ours and how to prevent it. LATEST POISON IN THE SYSTEM. Undue Popular1 Appfehcttslou on ! Subject of Hydrophobic Prompt Cauterization a Sure Prevent!! Very many people, says a well-known surgeon, writing to the Tribune, nre becoming intensely nervous about hydrophobia, to a degree which is totally uncalled for ; but when we take into consideration the fact that no cure for this disease exists, and the inevitable fate, sooner or later, of every one who has been inoculated by the bite of rabid dogs, it does seem as if efficient notion of some sort is needed for public pro tection, and that ought not to per mit our sympathy for " canine friends " to jeopardize the lives of human beings. I have nned the word inoculated, be cause not every one bitten is inocula ted. Statistics show that only one in twelve of those bitten dies of hydro- Eliobia. Some, of course, are bitten y dogs enly supposed to be mad. Some escape inooulation, and others, owing to the long period of time it sometimes continues latent in the system, die of other diseases before its development. Bites upon parts uncovered by clothing are more fatal than upon parts that are covered, for the reason that the poison is exclusively in the saliva ; and as the teeth pass through the clothes they are wiped dry, and no saliva comes into contaot with the wound. I will relate a case which came under my observation about six years ago. A man and child were bitteu by the same dog, almost at the same time the man upon the bare hand, and the child also upon the hand, which was covered, however, by a thick glove. The man was intoxicated, and would neither wash his hands nor permit treatment. The parents of the child pulled off the glove and washed the wonud with warm water and soap, and ubout an hour afterward tho wound was thoroughly cauterized with the solid nitrate of silver (lunar caustic). The mau died three months after with unmistakable hydrophobia. The child is living still and is perfectly well. The parents, however, are harassed with ap prehension. The earliest symy toms of hydropho bia in the dog are not very distinctly marked, and the animal may be capable of imparting the germ of a fearful and inevitable death several days before any evidences of the malady can be de tected. When a person has been bitten, some one should wash the wound immedi ately with water and soap. Warm water is best. Do what you intend to do with as little delay as possible, Then cauterize the wound most thor oughly witu lunar caustic, or, if it is not readily obtainable, use a wire heated to a white heat, and plunge it to the bottom of each cut made by the teeth. Don't hesitate ; life is in danger. Af terward the part may be cut out if the surgeon thinks it advisable. A Petty Prluce. Poor " Sharkey " is dead. True, he was only a bootblack ; yet he filled his niche iu the world with exceeding honor. The whole gamin tribe re spected him, for he was the benefactor of all boys poorer aDd smaller than himself. He was always called iu to settle their disputes, and his decision was law. If a little fellow was unlucky aud had not enough money to pay his way into the pit or gallery when he wanted badly to go, Sharkey helped him to that extent. He was always willing to divide his cash with any of his fellows who were unfortunate enough to want bread. Thus he built up a bright reputation, and won the deep respect of all his associates. It was with surprise that they missed him from his accustomed corner one day. It was with deep Borrow they heard that he was very ill. Sharkey lived with his aunt, and the little bootblacks washed their hands and faces and went by twos and threes to see him, and were admitted to his bedside. The boy was really dying. He whispered a word or two to each, and they went out of the house to give the new-comers a place in the small room beside the lit tle bed. They all noiselessly came and went, but still lingered on the steps and about the pavement in front of the house. Presently one of the boys brought out the word that be was dead, And still they lingered with swollen eyes and quivering lips, and refused to be comforted. The passers-by in quired the cause and learned that a bootblack had died. No member of the Exchange, dying, could have wrung bo many honest tears from his friends as honored the memory of poor little Sharkey. And bo everywhere in this wide world does' true merit meet with just appreciation. What Writers Receive. The price paid for magazine articles by the publishers is not fixed, but the maximum is usually about 810 a page, the pages varying from 500 to 1,000 words. The Atlantio and Lippenoott's have 750, Harper's has 1,000, while Old and New has 500 words ; Scribner's 900 : The Overland 500, and the Gal axy 735 in its single, and 825 in its double colums pages. The Atlantio has given as high as $250 an article to Emerson, Holmes, Lowell, Agassi z, Felton, Parton, and a few otheis, but this is altogether exceptional, $10 being its general rate. Harper often allows $12 50 to $15 (the latter for illustrated articles) a page, and in rare cass even more. Lippenoott's rate is from $5 to $8 ; that of Old and JNew $o, the Uver laud only $1 (gold) ; Scribner's, ordina rily from $8 to $10 (much higher some times for specifio articles), and the Gal tfxy's $5 to $10 per page. Drunk and Sobeb Eyes, There is- nothiug more assimulating, more art f ul, more tainted with duplicity than a glass eye. A Danbury man, a little given to his cups, and afflicted with one of these optical deceptions, drops in to see us from time to time, and invari ably when he is tight. To gaze at the natural eye of that man and Bee it drunk at every square inch of its snhe- roidity and then turn to his glaBs eye to behold in it the vigor of youth, the jure oi genius, ana me essence of sobn ety, it trying to the nerves. Facts and Fanees. The old-fashioned woman's crusade A boy's head and a fine-toothed comb. It requires sixty love letters to in fluence a breach of promise suit jury in Iowa. A Lebanon (Ky.) gent, in ardently greeting a loDg-parted wife, broke one of her ribs. An old bnsinesB sisrtt in Philadelphia many years ago read, "William Shot and Jonathan Fell." nonrioiinn salad is now one of the dainty dishes served daily in some of the Frencn restaurants. An old evnlo says: " With many women going to church it is little better than looking into a bonnet shop." T. Fields savs that whenever he hears of a "pretty good scholar," he is reminded of a pretty good eggi Ieeisboucht in Maine for $160 a ton, and sold in New York for one cent a pound scarcely i,ju percent, prom. A sick man covered with mustard plasters said, " If I were to eat a loaf of bread I should be a wanting sanawicn. . Tho .Tnnanese Government has issued a notiflcatiou that, after the 1st of Au gust next, the exportation oi rico anu wheat will be promu.'ieu. " Yes. sir " said a Mulligan iourth of July orator, " Putnam went right into the wolf's den, dragged her out, and the independence of America was secured." A correspondent of the Germantown Telcaravh is convinced that the Light, rirnhmas and Partridere Cochins exce -all other in the production of eggs and market fowls. " Yes. George Washington was purty great and high," said a Missouri steam- . boat captain, " but then, stranger, ho never owned a steamboat which could hitch past tho White yueen." There are wicked people wh' are glad that there are but two men i n tho country who can repair hand-organs, ; and these two live in New York, where there is a possibility of their both meet ing mad dogs. The Saturday Review gives the pleas ing assurance that " there are changes beyond the power of man to arrest, and, long before-our plonet has drop ped into the sun, it will have become , an unsuitable abode for civilized be ings." A Davenport newspaper speaks of a doctor in that city "looking with a deep meaning smilo upon a large lot of green cucumbers in the market." On his way home he was observed to whisper confidentially to several under takers. A truly happy day. "Well, Leonora, what have you and Harold been doing at Aunt Mabel's to-diy ?" "Had din ner." " And what did you do after dinner?" "Hadtea." "Butwhatdid you do between dinner and tea?" 'Had Borne cake.' A voune fellow in a Western town was fined $10 for kissing a girl against her will, and the following day the damsel sent him the amount of the fine, with a note saying that the next time he kissed her he must be less rough about it, and be careful to do it when her father was not about. Mrs. J. B. Carson, of Toledo, O., en joys the distinction of the first lady who has ever occupied tne position oi superintendent of a railroad. Mrs. Carson is superintendent of the Toledo, Wabash and Western Railroad, with whieh she has been connected in vari ous capacities almost from its infancy. Snura-eon savs he never had the ability to manage a small church. They are like those canoes on the Thames, you must not sit this way or the other, or do this thing or that thing, lest you should be upset. His church is like a big steamboat, and he cau walk here or there without upsetting it. An Ti-IuVi rrlniav w. Till t,t ill a DaUO u a.ipu 1 j A of glass into a window, when a groom who was standing uy uegau juriub mm, nnt in tilentv of putty. The Irishman bore the banter for some time, but at last sueuceu w tormentor with "Arrah, now, be off wid ye, or I'll put a pain fn your head without any putty." At a fire in the Jewish quarter oi OomV.mil luet. month when over 500 houses were burned, the Sultan had two Pachas thrown into prison anu tueir aclatno rtr fi an A t oA VkAfflllAA thftV didn't CO LIIILO VVUlX0S(vwu - seem concerned about it. The net pro ceeds, however, were uoii wmeu uim f tViA liftmalfiaa fill r.hfnl. but to a favor ite Sultana ; all the sufferers got was an order not to Deg. T ; t1.1 o r.ioii vinnvlv dreHKed. that he went to a church seeking an op- 4 t ... ,.l. ; rpi.A nalmi. AiA mt 1, i vt Vin f. dO.afa1 flAVAllll WaII IIUU UUV1UO UIU1, kUU BWUilwu Hw.u.v.- ...... dressed persons who presented them- 1 I a 1 1 1 1 ., .. n.l l.n,,,l selves, vuou uuuuy tuo iuu puuicoacu the usher, saying, " Can jou tell me whose church this is?" " Yes, this is Christ's church." " Is he in ?" was the next question, after which a Beat was not bo hard to find. How Legislators are Bribed. The New York Tribune treats of the different methods by whioh corrupt men accomplish corrupt purposes, by means of legislators. There are a thousand approaches, it says, to the venal and selfish side of meu, and it not infrequently happens that under some of the subtlest forms of tempta tion the palm closes over the price and the bribe is appropriated before the victim realizes that he is in the market. The ounningest of vote-manipulators and lobby agents begins his work back of the Legislature, aud even of the primary meeting ; he works np tho preliminaries, secures the nomination for his victim, and contributes hand somely to his election. The man who has been assailed in this manner finds it difficult to say " no " when the pinch comes. : The paying down of so much . money for a vote is too gross a form of temptation, unworthy tho ingenuity of the tempter, the position of the tempted, and the spirit of the age. To contribute money to defray the eleotion expenses of the Eerson whose assistance yon shall need y-and-bye, is a much more refined and gracefully winding approach, and it amounts to the same thing in the end. .... I-
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