' j s? JiiCil Two Dollars per Annum. HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. mm VOL. VI. My Heart Is Thine. When spring's first violet on the gale H ir tender p r'nme flings ( Whe i, deep in some sequestered vale, The thrush hit love tale Bings : When all bright things of earth and sky In hvinnti i f praise o mbine. One song, one prayer, alone broathb 1 1 " Sweet love, wilt thou be mine i" When from the wjodiaml still and lone, Through the long Bummer night, Bad Philomel's impasbioned tone Thrills with love's deep delight; When, steeped in balmiest breath of Jane, The earth seems ha'f divine,' No change know I in words or time, But sing: "Wilt thou be mine?" Whon autumn's red and autumn's gold, Faint wood and wold and hill ; When winter nights grow drear and cold, Love, I am chaugelose still. Though violets wither, roses fade, Love's calendar and mine Mark summer still in sun and shade, And still my heart is thine I WHY MRS. JONES DIDN'T MOVE. In a comfortable quarter of a genial street in the metropolis, at an inviting breakfast table, Bat Theophilus Jones, He bail long since climbed up to a good position in tbe store which he had en tered when a boy, and therefore took his time at his matutinal meal, as be came a man of his social and business standing. It was a rnnegy morning in March, when the milkman's horse loomed Ehautom-like through the befogged aseinent window, and the newsboy with his bundle of papers seemed part and parcel of this ioiatomy. As Mr. Jones wf nt over to the window to help himself f.'om the newly manipn lated sheets, a voice from the ki'.?hon called : "Gt-t the Herald, Mr. Jones." And ha did get the Herald ; but as it was notbiafavoritemorningpaper, lie got it as a luxury, and put it by tho plate of Mrs. Jones. "Hum!" said that lady, entoring with a smoking and savory dish in her hands, and beholding Mr. Jones reading his customary conservative sheet, "I should think, Mr. Jones, as a matter of economy, one morning paper would be enough for yon." " And so it is, Maiia," said Mr. Jones. " I got the other for you." "I'm inaeh obliged for your liberali ty," she replied, " but it is a matter in which you are about as much concerned as myself. I wish you'd read out some of the advertisements. If we're going to raovo, we'd better begin to look about us." " To move? ' said Mr. Jones. " Yes, to move. I thought that was ?et led last nigh1;. You say you won't sleep on the third floor, and I'm sick and tired of having our bed in the back parlor. Kosalie nee. is the front parlor for her company, and I certainly think, Mr. Jones, that I ought at least to have some sort of u hole to receive my friends in." " Well, but, my dear," expostulated Mr. Jones, with his forefinger resting upon the place in the editorial he was reading, " why is it necessary that we should be driven from the parlor be cause Rosy has a beau or two there ? Live and let live, is my motto. I sba'n't mind them a bit. You and lean chat and read and get along in our usual way. We musn't be put out by the young folks." "Yes; but do you suppose the young folks won't be put out by us? How long do you imagine Rosalie would keep her beaux if you and I were stuck there under their noses all the time ? They'd tako it as a prying impertinence on our part; aud serve us right, too. It's about time, Thoophilus, that Rosalio should have the parlor to herself ; she was eighteen last June." "Yes, I remember," said Mr. Jones; "the month of roses, Maria. And she is ths sweetest rose we have ever owned. It's hard to put her out of our hands in this way, wife. I love to watch her winsome ways, and hear the sweet toues of her voice. Her tricks and witcheries are dearvr to me, I'll wager, than to any of the empty-headed coxcombs that flock about our young maid." "Yes," said Mrs. Jones, "you love to watch aud listen; and there ain't a young man nowadays that will stand such a thing. You'll have our young maid an ld miid ; then, perhaps, you'll be satisfied." Mr. Jones smiled gently but incredu lously. " On the other side of the Atlautio, my dear," he said, "they manage things better than we do. The lads and lassies there contrive to fall in love and many right under the eyes of the old folks. And it gives one a chance to get used to the wrench of parting ; and mayhap, if parents are overlucky, they grow fond of the marauder hi'uself." " Now stop there, Mr. Jones," said his wife, putting the chairs to the table. "I know what you mean. I know whioh of Rosalie's admirers is your fa vorite ; and how you can stand the idea of throwing away your only daughter on that miserable Sootehmau up stairs, with an invalid mother hanging on his hands, and no salary to speak of or look for ward to how you can be so indifforent and criminal to the future of Rosalie, I can't see. For my part, I hate foreign ers. An American was good enough for me ; though, goodness knows, siuce you've been going over there to buy eoods. vou've got to be such a toady to their ways that you might just as well be a serf yourself." Here Mrs. Jones rang the breakfast bell, and down trooped the boys and Rosalie. . Why she put up her front hair in pins it would be hard to say. Barely it was curly enough already; and her eyes had all the blue of heaven in their dancing depths. Her eyebrows seemed on a perpetual spree of running up to meet the waves of her hair; her nose also lift ing itself to those delectable Heights, There was a dimple in her chin, aud her Hlmrt upper lip halt hid s row oi ex auisite teeth. There wasn't a regular feature there, bat somehow her face was a delightful resting place for ,the eyes that happened to be near. "I hope you haven't wanted me, mamma," she said. " I thought you and Bridget could get along down here, and I'd jnst run in and tidy up a little for Mrs. Graham. Her door was open as I passed. She was sitting in a chair washing up the breakfast things, and looking so wretched and ill, ma, yon can't think. It's dreadful for Joe to have to go away so early. " Mrs. Jones winced at this familiar rendering of the hated Scotchman's name, but remembered that Rosalie was rather given to abbreviating the titles of her acquaintances. "She hasn't eaten a mouthful of break fast," pursued Rosalie, "and her face is as white as the wall." : "I'll poach an egg and toast some bread for her byaud-bye," said Mrs. Jones, who was by no means a hard hearted woman because she wanted her daughter to have the parlor to herself and make a good match. Nevertheless the chief object of inter est just now was the advertising sheet of the Herald. "How would you like to live out of town i" she said at last ; " to take a lit tle place in the suburbs, where we could have a garden and raise our vegetables ?" Mr. Jones kept a judioious silence, remembering the experience of some friends. "Ob," saul Rosalie, " wouldn't it be nice? To have a vine-covered porch, and lots of flowers, and hanging baskets, and tubs of ferns, and and every thing !" "I'll get a Spanish cock and some hens." said Bob : " it'll be bully." " And let's have some pigeons and a a bull terrier, said Charley. " Hooray 1 Mr. Jones smiled, and went away to tho store. While Mrs. Jones aud her daughter were about household cares intent, they talked the matter over. It was decided th it Rosalie should at tend to the house during these trouble some ides of March, and that the mamma should have no cores but those connected with house hunting. "I'm sorry to give upthehoose on ac count of the Grahams," said Mrs. Jones, with a searching look at her daughter. " They'll have to move, of course, for the landlord won't rent the upper floor separately." " Oh, Joe will take care of that," said liosalie. "lie 11 manage lor tnem in soma way : and, besides, mamma, wot" have her out to visit us, aud get her orram, and strawberries, and new-laid eggs, and everything. Mrs. Jones found during her conver sation that Rosalie's heart was not yet given over to tho obnoxious Scotchman; that she knew, of course, he admired her; but, goodness gracious, that was nothing. She liked him, too, he was so good hearted; but, dear mo, tbero -irero plenty of good hearts at her service, she hopod. So the landlord was advised of the change, and although sorry to pai t with good tenants, was courteously resigned. " It's very nico of him," said Mrs, Junes, one evening, after a fruitless trump to the country " it's kind of the landlord not to put up a bill right away. One can't help feeling houseless aud homeless after that " I'm glad, then," said Joe Graham, who began to drop in every night now, and talk over their outlook for a home " I'm glad I've made up my mind to take the nouse myself, l ve hart tne re fusal all alone, but hesitated. I've con cluded to take the responsibility of let ting the upper rooms to lodgers. Some of our boys at tho store have engaged them, and I can afford then to get a good servant for mother. I think she'll like this chamber, it's so pleasant and roomy. Mrs. Jones looked at the Scotchman with a rising ire in -her still handsome blue eyes. "The impudence of it!" she said, when Joe had gone up stairs; " to cool ly prospect around aud shove people out of their own house to make room for his mother ! Pleasant and roomy !" re peated poor Mrs. Jones, looking about her upon the wide, bright, spacious room. " I should think it was. There's your Scotch blood for you canny, they call it. Yes, indeed, he'll get along; there ain't much doubt of that. He'll get along if he has to push everybody else to the wall to do it. The idea of that Joe Graham hiring the house over our heads!" "But, mv dear," said Mr. Jonr-s, " why not Joe as well as another? I'm glad the poor lady can be so comfort able." " Of course, of course," said Mrs. Jonoi. "Glad! you'd be delighted to have your own flesh and blood fu the street to acoommodate a foreigner." Rosalie, who was i itting on the arm of her father's chair, here pressed his hand warningly, and presently went over to her mother, and begun to comb the whitening but abundant locks of that poor tired hou-:e hunting woman Yes, Heaven knows she was weary and sick at heart with her undertaking. Day after day she had plodded on with that dogged pluck and perseverance which were the main points in her char acter, and day after day she became more disheartened. None but suburban house-hunters and a pitying Creator can conoeive the dreariness with which Mrs. Jones set out on the day after Joe's revelation that he hal taken tho house for him self. She hurried breathlessly to the train, to wait a full hour at the depot, and studied in the meanwhile the meagre advertisement of the rural landholder, Leaving the train at a station overhang- ing tho railroad, seemingly a part there of, aud having no apparent connection with a collection of houses in the dis tance, she beguu to walk and walk pant empty lots and sunken commons, through streets just begun and others half completed. Not a creature with- in sight, except a goat or two, which animal is always suggestive of misery to the denizen of a city. At last she reached the shed set apart for a real estate office, and found it closed. The agent was away; no hotel or restaurant near. The March wind begun to rise and roar, and blow the red dust of these desert streets into her eyes and nostrils. Faint with hunger and weariness, she dragged herself back RIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, 'A., THURSDAY, JUNE 8. 1870. to the station just in time to hear the ' toot of the engine and see the outgoing of the homeward train. Just an hour and a half to wait, said the station master; and bao'' in search of the house agent went Mrs. Jones. This time he was in, and ur banely desirous of taking her to the de sired premises. Then they begun to walk and walk again, till her head seem ed to leave her shoulders and go up in the air, and her body to leave her legs, whioh went walking and walking on. At last a row of new brick houses reared themselves before her on the brink of one of those dismal gorges, the back kitchens propped up by posts, the chimneys topped by queer monsters to induoe them to draw a whole row of staring brick houses, with little court yards in front, and a funeral urn in the middle of what looKed -iiKe a newly made grave. The agent opened the first of the rusty iron gates to these little courtyards, and entered. "Why, this isn t the cottage adver tised, is it ?" said poor Mrs. Jones this isn t a cottage at all. It s a house, a regular brick house." " We call them cottages here," said tho agent, mildly; "we call them brick cottages. But walk in." Which was easier said than done, the occupant opening the door an inch and parleying with the agent. xou ll be coming here beiore break fast, and after we go to bed, the next thing," she said. But seeing the white, wau face of Mrs. Jones, she added : "(Jome in and sit down; you do look beat out. Yes, ma'am, there's, three rooms on this floor" " Four," said the agent. " Well, if you call that cubby hole under the stairs a room, all right aud they're every one as damp as they con be. With this roarin' fire, you can see for yourself the paper's all peelin' off the walls. There's a laundry down sta;rs yes " (to the agent). "Don't you be afraid I'll forget the laundry. It's a very handy laundry, 'cause the water's knec-deep there all the time; leastways, it comes and goes with the tide in the back lots there. There's four rooms up stair-. as cold as Greenland in winter, and hot as Africa in summer. There aiu't a garret on the loft that you can tuck away as much as an old hoopskirt. Hut come on up stairs; i ll show you the hull premises." Mrs. Jones declined. She was not quite able to continue her work that day. Could she (turning to the agent) get a i iaek in tne vicinity to take to tho sta tion again ? She didn't feel very well, ami a storm had gathered. The snow began to whirl around in the front lots and back lots that comprised the view, covering up the ashes and garbage, fall ing into the pits from whence dirt had been taken, and upon tho heaps where dirt had been thrown. A hack 1 Well, no; there wasn't any hacks to bo had. A conveyance of any kind, for which she would willingly pay if Well, no, he didn t know of any. if she d take his arm, he d help her town to the station. And, more dead than alive, the poor lady found herself again walking. The agent put her on the tram, glad to be rid of what seemed to him then an impending evil; for she looked bad, very bad, and there was no place "in Rosedalo for people to be sick that he knew of. But a haok was to be got in the metro polis, which Mrs. Jones reached at nightfall, and she fell from the steps of the coach into the arms of her aston ished and terrified husband. " Don't be alarmed, dear," she whis pered; " don't mind, Toffy; but I'm go ing to die, I think." " Hold on I cried Mr. Jones to the hockman. Then he carried his wife into the house, and jump ing into the cab, went after the family physician. sue must be very bad, whispered Mr. Jones to himself. "She hasn't called me Toffy,' nor put her arms about ma in that way, since our honey moon." The doctor looked grave, ordered per fect quiet; a sedative. The next morn ing he looked graver still. Ice was put upon the poor lady s head, which rolled helplessly to and fro upon the pillow. And there she lay for four long weeks. it was a season of wretchedness and despair. Nobody knew how dear and necessary was this rather sharp and per emptory matron till there was an im minent danger of losing her. Then all was remembered and clung to tearfully Jones found his heart contracting with agony, and could think of no way in which life would be endurable without her. To contend with business affairs, to shape the future of this pretty Ro salie, to manage these three boisterous boys, without Maria without Mrs, Jones ! " My God ! Joe," he cried, that night. bowing his head upon the marble table and bursting into tears, " I shall go mad. "Hush! take heart. There's a faint hopo, said Joe, coaxing the cold, trembling fingers of Rosalie into his keeping. Oh, what would they have done with out him, these Joneses, who knew naught of sickness save the little ills that yon der fainting hand npon. the bed bad guided safely into health again ? Joe had dealt with it all his life. That dreadful night not an eye closed in the house, save, perhaps, the tear- swollen ones of the boys. Early in the day Mrs. Jones had fallen into a slum ber which the doctor had said would probably lead from unconsciousness into death. But the next morning, though still asleep, her pulse was stronger ; a gentle perspiration bathed her forehead. The doctor's eyes gleamed suddenly with hope, and he drove them all down into the front basement to tell them that perhaps there was indeed a moderate chance for the life of Mrs. Jones. Which soon ripened into a certainty. Once giving that good lady a foothold upon the shore again, there was not much danger of her drifting out. She became gradually conscious of all that nad happened. "It was the wonderful goodness of Uod, said pure and gentle Mrs. Ura ham. "And, under Heaven, my strong constitution," said Mrs. Jones, that was proof against house hunting; and more is due to the care and nursing of your strong, good son. Uod bless him, anyway 1" she said, tears rolling out of her eyes. " I'm glad he's got the house, as long as we naven't. We must begin to look about us now; it must be well on the first of May." Then her weak, wandering sight be gun to fall npon each well beloved arti cle of furniture filling its appointed place, upon the still bright and cheery carpet that had been fitted to the par lors so many years ago. npon this and that bracket on the wail, this and that niche for familiar household gods. "Oh, dear!" she cried to herself, pitcously, " am I going now to be a weak, maudlin woman, and cry over what can't be helped?" "Joe," she said that night to young Graham, " I wish you'd look up a house for us. Jones isn't worth a pin that way, and you see how it is. Do, like a good boy, just get us a place in the city, as near by as you can." "Why, Mrs. Jones," said Joe, "I'm sorry if it displeases you, but we were compelled to do something, and I thought perhaps you wouldn't mind just living as we are for another year mother and I upstairs and you down, in the old way." " In the dear, blessed old way," mur mured Mrs. Jones, holding out to him her shaking hands. "God bless you, Joe!" Giggling Girls. A lady writer gives the following well merited remarks on what she terms "giggling girls": The Te hes. Per haps you don't know them by that name. Well, then, suggest? a better. They are the salt of our society, in one sense ; girls of good minds minds that will be good if they survive the giggling age ; girls of good families, well dressed, polite, and fine looking, bnt possessed of the insane idea that they must laugh upon all occasions, whether there is any thing to warrant it or not else they are not jolly, gay girls, and lively company. A bevy of them came into a public library one day. One had lust had an ad venture, which was to be recited. She dropped into a chair, bent over, and held her sides, atd they all chorused in. They hadn't heard it yet ; but of course it would be awful funny when it was told. She was coming np the street when she stepped on a rotten plank te he I he ! chorus, te he ! and down she went. Oh, dear! te he 1 he ! and her foot got tangled full chorus, te he ! he! he! and a mnn came along with a horrid check shirt on he ! he ! he ! big checks : perfectly horrid 1 he ? and helped her up he ! he 1 he I Then a waving of the bodies back and forth, and a grand te he ad libitum, all to gether. They were splendid girls ! I speak sincerely. But what an exhibi tion ! I saw an old graybeard take a book he didn't , want and hurry away. Thou another girl toolr it tip, and Paid her book was so comical she just howled over it he I he ! They must all read it they would laugh so. As if that was the end and aim of. a girl's existence. When a man is amused he laughs with gusto, and then straightens his face till the next time. And it has some mean ing. But the perpetual grin or giggle is detestable. At a lecture recently I saw six young ladies seemingly convulsed with laughter for five minutes or more at the accidental dropping of a paper of candies over the floor. I think I can go into a social parlor and select the groups of married ladies from those of the girls not by their faces nor by their dresses, but by the amount of giggling done. Matrimony subdues the snickerer. A Practical Joker. There is a man in New York a Cali- fornian who is never so happy as when ho is playing a practical joke. The othor night he was at the theater and saw with his military eye i. e., white turned up with red how much the couple next to him were enjoying them selves. They cooed in the sentimental passages and nearly dissolved away into tears on one another s shoulders wnen the pathetic incidents were unfolded. " I'll spoil their fun," thought he. So he tore off the back of a letter and wrote on it in load pencil as follows: " If any thing should happen to me, have me sent to the Hoffman House." Then he handed it to the young gentleman who made one of the happy pair. He read it, then they looked at one another, and then they looked at him. He is a pale man, this little joker, and he can assume a deadly-lively expression at win. mot another blissful minute did that cooing twain pass that evening. Every other minute they would look toward him; not an instant did he assert his natural vivacity. "A night with a madman" was nothing to it. But at the close of the performance this pale man arose, followed by the anxious eyes of the hap py pair, and slowly mingled with the throng. As he turned away an appreci ative smile lit wp his olassio features but they will never know. A Monster Fruit Farm. In Santa Barbara county, California, there is an immense farm of 2,000 acres owned by Mr. Elwood Cooper. He has in prospect a small fortune from his nut bearing and fruit trees. He has 12,500 almond trees three years old, also 3,500 walnut trees from one to three years old; these will begiu to bear in about five years. Of the olive he has 4,000 trees, and will plant out 1,000 cut tings this season. Of the domestio fruits he has large orchard. He has a warm, sheltered nook in a canyon in the foothills, just large enough for 1,000 lemon trees, which will be planted the coming season. Mr. Cooper will go to Sicily this fall and, procure the pure and unadulterated Sicily lemons, the best known to commerce. Of the forest trees he has 60,000 of the Eucalyptus globulus and 10,000 Eucalyptus ros trata, or red. gums. He has a large number of the Yarrah, a variety of the Eucalypti. This tree, unlike the others named, is of a slow growth, but a much mora durable quality of timber. When the orchards of nut bearing trees come into full bearing, one hundred men will be required the year round to cultivate, gat her and prepare the fruit for market. An exchange remarks that as the aver age age of a farmer is sixty-five years, aud a printer only thirty-threo, the for mer should pay the latter promptly. THE ART OF rRIXTfXG. The Pree nt the Ontennlnl Exhibition The Old Franklin Preas, eic. At the end of the United States' long line of printing presses, in Machinery hall on the Uentennml grounds, stands a broken down, dilapidated piece of ma chinery, whose only present ontward glory consists in a brass plate, which is far from being polished to too high a luster. Its homely appearance forbids tho "supposition that it ever slept the sleep of the aristocratio just in Wardonr street, soho, and yet, in spite of its want of ontward attraction, some one has taken measurable care of it. The brass plate alluded to furnishes the key to the humble mystery. Let every visi tor who approaches this relio of the past brush up his history and polish his bump of veneration, for it is before the printing press at which honest old Ben jamin Franklin toiled and sweated 148 years ago that he stands. Speaking of one of the incidents of Franklin's Lon don life in 1768, this brass plate reoords: " The Dr. at this time visited the print-, ing office of Mr. Watts, of Wild street, Lincoln's Inn Fields, and, going np to this particular press, thus addressed the men who were working at it: 'Come, my friends, we will drink together. It is now forty years sinoe I worked like you at this press as a journeyman printer.' The Dr. then sent for a gallon of porter, and he drank with them, Success to Printing.'" How easily one can picture the doctor gently re placing the pewter pot upon the bench or handing it to his nearest neighbor, and then, with a sigh of satisfaction, wiping tho foam from his lips with his big bandanna before proceeding to give a series of contented rubbings to his broad forehead. : . . - i Franklin's press, says a Times corre spondent, is only a little less rude than Caxton's; it is only a little more rude than Stanhope's, which is to-day repro duced with more or less elaboration in all the hand presses known to that world in itself the job printing trade. This old press of Franklin's is only behind Stanhope's inasmuch as it does not pos sess tho toggle joint, a joint bringing about a pressure somewhat similar to that induced by the sudden straighten ins of the human knee. It is a wooden framework, about seven feet high, with two uprights and two cross-heads, one stationary and the other sliding, by means of which the levir, working the screw, forces the platen down.' The table moves backward and forward, the traversing being worked by an ordinary crank handle, which runs two small wheels furnished with reverse straps. Such is the simple machine by whose slow and labored means the book educa tion of the world was carried on a hun dred and forty-eight years ago. Walking along the line of presses we jump over a century and a half, and we find the progress made in printing presses most wonderful. It is only a few years since the old hand press was discarded from the large printing offices to make room for the first power presses. The London Times was first printed by steam pewer on the twenty-eighth of November, 1814, and the issue of the ensuing day, the twenty-ninth, contains a self-congratulatory comment on so auspicious an event. " Our journal of this day," says the Times, "presents to the publio the practical result of the greatest improvement connected with printing since the discovery of the art itself." Wonderful to relate, this press printed 1,100 sheets per hour. It was a wonderful thing in those, days, but now in the same line with the old Frank lin and the Ramage stand presses that will turn out 17,000 fully printed papers per hour, equal to 34,000 impressions. Verily, the art of printing has kept pace with the wonderful things of the century. Centennial Notes. Six thousand silkworms from China are on exhibition at the Centennial. In the cataract in the annex of Ma chinery hall the sheet of water is thirty three feet in length, and has a fall of thirty-five feet. The number of cases in the vicinity of the Exhibition of drunkenness, disor der or dissipation is said to have been thus far very small. The national parade of firemen will take place in Philadelphia on the sixth of September, Hamilton Disston, of Philadelphia, grand marshal. Cinada has contributed a section of a white pine tree, eight feet five inches in diameter, perfectly sound from bark to heart, although its age is estimated to be bo4 years. A poplar tree on the grounds has been decorated with hanging branches of moss from Georgia, illustrating the manner of growth in the swampy lands of the south. The following alteration and addition have been made to the list of special displays already announced : Early grass butter and cheese, June 26 to July b, instead of June Id to 17; grapes, Oc tober 10 to 14. The Boston Pest remarks: If the Cen tennial authorities should see fit to offer a prize for the pink of politeness it is questionable whether American exhibi tors at Philadelphia could stand any chance by the side of their foreign brethren. Take, for instance, the man ner adopted by the different exhibitors in giving notice that their goods are not to be handled. The blunt Yankee " hands off," printed in bold letters and fastened in half a dozen places on every case, looks brusque beside the courteous "please not handle" of the English ex hibitors, and the still more polite " vis itors will confer a favor," eta, etc, which is the way the request is worded by the French, Egyptians and others, " High ' Life Below Status I Master (sniffing) : "There's a most ex traordinary smell, James; "I've noticed it several ' Hall Porter : " I don' wonder at it. sir. I've spoken about it down stairs. The butler, sir, you see, is igh (Jhuron,' whim he as nt up anora tory in the pantry, and burns hinoense. We could stand ' that: . but the cook is the ' Low Church ' persuasion, and she burns brown paper to hobviate the hinoense. It's perfectly hawful on saints days, sir 1 1 1 -runcA. . Bringing Bad Luck. Can there be such a thing as ill lnck in mv Vinililinor ? asks a correspondent. Some persons who take the affirmative point to the grand warenoune m iuuou tpntr. Xnw York, onoe occupied by C. W. k J. , T. Moore k Co., dry goods jobbers. This house made money until they took this stand, and then they soon . - . . . ml I ney soon failed in a hopeless manner. The next tii t- T...,ii'nnfnn tenants were .uamruy , uuuu.i.6, who had also reached wealth in tho fitimo trade. They also failed, and their families are now living almost in destitution. Prior to this the spot had been occupied by the Broadway Thea ter, and there was so such iniquity per- pertrated there that, as some think, it left a curse whioh must for a while rest nn Mm nronertv. Old Stephen Whitney, who was in his day the largest owner of real estate in the First ward, firmly be lieved in luck as oonnectetf with busi ness localities. I am not a convert to this opinion, bnt would say that the qnestion is open, and any of our readers can test it by hiring the Leup mansion nn Madison snuare. which has been termed an unlucky house. The first nnnnimnt was its builder. Chas. M. Leup, once a rich leather merchant in the swamp. He had the finest gallery of piotures at that time in New lorkcity, and lived in grand style ; but his splen did career came to a sudden end by sui-nii-ln. Tim neit occupant was the Ro nalds family. They were very stylish, and Mrs. Ronalds was nn admired singer, whose receptions were noted for fine mnsienl entertainments. It was not long, however, before a shadow fell upon the house. The family was broken up, the husband and wife parted and are no more known in sooiety. The Athenreum club then took possession. This institu tion contained a number of Utterateurs aud some men of marked talent ; but it did not succeed. The members fell to disagreements and some were Bued for their share in the debts, and so the whole concern went to ruin. An ambitious merchant next took .the house. His nnnm was Barreda. and he was a Peruvian who by importing guano had got rich. His wealth, however, soon took wines and he was obliged to seek an humbler abode. The Leup mansion is again in the market at a low rem. A Co-operative Store. A co-operative association, now in successful operation in New York city, exhibits some features of interest in showing another method. In Novem ber. 1875. thirty eentlemen of means and position united under the laws of the State and opened a co-operative store for their own use and benefit. Each member contributed one hundred dollars in cash, and, under the manage ment of a board of directors, a compe tent manager and four assistants were engaged at reasonable wages. A small store was hired, a choice stock of gro ceries purchased, a few simple rules prepared, and the store went into opera tion. By these rulss, each member makes all his purchases at the store, and either nay cash or opens an acoount that must be paid on the first day of each month. The member has nothing to do bevond thij. He pays in his hundred dollars, forgoes all interest in it, and expects no bonus or dividend of any Kind. J.ne pront comes in uie re duced cost of the Roods. Once each mouth the business oi the store is examined by an advisory board, and, if there is a profit over the expenses, the prices are lowered sufficiently to ex tinguish it. If there is a loss, the prices are raised sufficiently to cover it during the next month. The experiment has, so far, worked smoothly and proved a success. The store not only supplies the members with the best goods, but delivers them free at their residences at a very material reduction from the retail market rates. The store itself is per fectly plain, and is exceptionally neat and attractive. mere is no guumg or display, not even a sign, except a card on the door. It is only open by daylight, and is only visited by the members. No member is liable beyond tne invested on joining the association, and any one may withdraw at any time py giving sumcient notice, and may tnen recover his money in the form of a gradual abatement on his monthly purchases. The Black Hills. Gen. Sherman, in a published letter, savs: 1 have been to tne jrresiaeni with Gov. Thayer. After reading the papers, aud some discussion, the Presi dent said that the peopio wuo naa gone to the Black Hills of Dakota, inside the Sioux reservation, or who may here- after co there, are there wrongfully, and that they should be notified of the fact, uui iue govermuBuu io cugugou w vrx- tain measures that will probably result in onenincr nn the country to occupation and settlement. Meanwhile the Indians should not be allowed to scalp and kill anybody, and you are authorized to af ford protection to all persons who are coming away and who are conveying food aud stores for those already there. I understand that arrangements are now progress with "lied Uloud and .. is,-rrT(i -ion T.n remnvH. nn i Tnenn- 'Spotted Tail" to remove, and mean- whife the agency Indians should .kept near the agencies, if satisiactory ar- rangements are not oonciuueu, new orders will be made as to the whites , i l . i a new nrhn linTTQ intrinloil nn t. m tSinnv reser- vation. Going to the Bad. About eight years ago Emmet, before then a negro minstrel, started out as a " Dutch" comedian, and won popularity and a fortune in a play called "Fritz." He is said to have made $150,000 ii five years, as bis ability to draw large audi ences enabled him to dictate terms with managers. Drunkenness was one of the results of his success. During his last engagement in New York city he was often peroeptibly intoxicated when on the stage. A letter in the San Francisco J'ost says that on the stage of the opera houte in Melbourne, Australia, be was recently so drunk that he fell while try ing to dance, and soon afterward fell asleep in the midst of a scene. The stane manager roused him and led him bt hind tho scenes, and the audience de- parted in disgust. . j NO. 16. Items of Interest. The clink of silver mmey is for cash- ears. The art of life consists of being well deceived. A man must be very hungry to like the sound of a dinner gong. Sinoe the introduction of silver there s uf. nnt. an mne.li nlnuiffp. - . V. TIia TtnlMmore sun advocates appenu , ,, . n, ing to every death notice the name of the doctor. Tim difference between an overcoat and a baby is, one you was and the other you wear. Motto of a Portland temperance re form club: '" We bend the knee, but not the elbow. Dr. Parr once asked Porson what he thought of evil. "I see no good m it, was the reply. Which is the easiest profession ? Divinity, because it is easier to preach than to practice. Tim utmost that severity can do is to make men hypocrites; it can never make them converts. An old maid, speaking of marriage, says it is like any other disease while there's life there's hope. Men of force and industry every where will tell you that it is the hardest thing in the world to do nothing. Until he measures himself by others, the self-made man is never quito certain whether or not he is well made. The life of a rich old bachelor is a splendid breakfast, a tolerably flat din ner, and a most miserable supper. A conundrum that has never been satisfactorily answered How many bootjacks does it take to kill a cat? A clergyman, who lives on the sea shore, says he likes calm Sundays, be- cause he is opposed to oaooaiu ureun- ers. During a recent hail storm in Kansas the hailstones in certain places were drifted by the wind to a depth of four feet. No vouner man should think of send ing poetry to a publisher without send ing the names of a few subscribers as an atonement. A young lady who had a now hood, and was asked to lend it frequently, said she was getting tired of keeping a neighborhood. The French invention of toughened gloss is in some respects less satisfac tory than was at first supposed. It is true that it does not easily break, but it cannot be cut. A London doctor has discovered that yon may cure the toothache by dissolv ing half a drachm of bicarbonate of soda in an ounce of water ana noiaing uie solution in your mouth. The other day a Black Hills stage driver undertook to horsewhip his pas sengers into getting out and pushing up hill, but the gold seekers held a cor oner's inquest and found that he died of pneumonia. A hotel in Kansas has the following notice displayed in the bedrooms : Gentlemen wi'shiDg to commit suicide will please take the center of tbe room, to avoid staining the boa lineu, wans and furniture with blood. Some one asked the elder Dama? for his autograph. " My autograph ! ho cried; "you can find plenty of them floating about in the shape of notes, aud you will know that they are genuiuo by their being all protested." Young miss, fond of pets "Oh, I m so glad you love oirus, jur. onooiis; what kind do you admire? loung man, who is quito poetical "Well, I think a good tuikey, with oy.-ter stuff ing, is about as good as any. Experiments lately mado in Franco show that air laden with coal dust is highly explosive. Several cases of ex plosion in coal mines nave oeen iruceu to the action of suspended coal dust when no fire-damp was present. " How shall we settle the labor ques tion?" exclaimed a politician in the midst of his speech. "By all going to work and earning your living honestly '" thundered a spectator in the gallery. That sentiment brought down the house. If a man is looking for a situation and can show a good recommendation from hismother-iu-law, it will go further toward securing him the po.-ition than a dozen testimonials from his uncle or brothers-in-law. But such recommenda tions are extremely hard to get. In renlvinc to a toast to his health, on a recent occasion. Lord Suaftesbury told the story of a man who said, when his lordship was presented with a donkey by the costermongcrs in ljon don : " Somehow or other, I shall never again see a donkey without thinking of your lorusuip, In Binsharapton, N. Y.. there is nn insane man whose ailment is a symptom of a lingering type of hydrophobia. He was infected by being bitten by his wife, who died of 'hydrophobia about four years ago. See was bitten by a aog when she was a gin, ana iiveu mteuu years without any symptoms oi iuo disease. Two snarks from London once came I .... . . -. . H& S:' mi ' H w. BB . - Y - - f hrflW .. ai, T'J.Tk JZI P " . . ., . here, I suppose?" "Farrer than that." "How is thatY" mists gang awa Yu jist wait tule the and you'll see the mune." A gentleman cave his servant maid the following character the other day : "Tho bearer has been in my employ a year minus eleven months. During that time she has shown herself diligent at the house door ; frugal in work ; mind ful of herself ; prompt in excuses ; friendly toward men ; faithful to her lovers ; and honest whysn everything had vanished." Formerly rain was unknown upon the northern part of the Red sea, but si;ce the building of the Suez canal showers have fallen regularly ahou1 once a fort night. The result has been to start vegetation np, even upon the Asiatic side, in the most wonderful manner. If things go on as they have begun, the sands of tbe isthmus will be covered with forests in another fifty years,
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