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.
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