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f VOL. VII. IUDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THURSDAY, JUNE 21, 1877. NO-18-
Under the Violets.
BY OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.
Her hands are cold her face in white t
No more her pulses come aud go ;
ITer eyes are shut to life and light ;
Fold the white vestures, show on snow,
And lay her where the violets blow.
But not beneath the graven stone,
To plead for tears for alien eyes,
A slender cross of wood alone
Shall say that here a maiden lies fc
In peace beneath the peaceful skies.
And gray old trees of hugest limb
Shall wheel their circling shadows round
To matte the scorching sunlight dim,
Tlint drinks the gre ermess from the ground
Ami drops their dead lcavos.on her mound.
When o'er their boughs tho squirrels run,
And through their leaves the robins call,
A iid, ripening in tho autumu sun,
Tin- acorns and the chestnuts fall,
Douht not th.it she will heed them all.
Tor h'T the mnruhig choir shall sing
Its nii'tins from tho branches high,
A id every minstrel voice of spring
That thrills be c ath tho April sky
Rltnll greet her with its earliest cry.
When turning round their dial track.
Eastward tlio lengthening shadows pass,
llc-r little mourners, clad iu black,
The crickets sliding through the grass,
Shall pipe for her an evening mass.
At lat the rootlets of the trees
Shall iiinl tho prison where she lies
And hear tho buried dust they seize,
Iu leaves and blossoms to the skies,
So may tho soul that warmed it rise.
If any, born of kindlier blood,
Should ask : " What maiden lies below V"
Siy only this : "A tender bud,
That tried to blossom in tho suow,
Lies withered where tho violets blow.
The Young Artist.
'Ihoro was a low, timid knock at Mr. Hilton's
hack door, which, after some little delay, was
opened by a girl who was busy iu tho kitchen
preparing tea. She felt in no' good humor at
tiie interruption, and her feelings of ill-temper
were not ameliorated when sho saw, standing
on i no uoor-step, a n tie, liooriv-ciw girl, from
whose face HiilTurins and want had blotted out
nil that freshness and bloom which always give
a certain cliarm to tlie toatures or childhood,
even when they have no pretoiisions to beauty,
or to delicacy of outline.
" I exnectcd to lind a becurarat the door, and
r.in't disappointed," said Minda, thu girl who
opened the door. " vtliatrto you want ' she
inquired, in a sharp, angry voice.
A quick blush passed over tho child's face,
Mini there was a deprecating look in the dark,
mournful eyes, which were raised to Mlnda's.
" I thought that, perhaps, you would give
me ono of those tine peaches for my brother,"
Haid she. pointing to a tree which grew near
tho garden fence, and whose boughs were
bonding beneath their burden of luxurious
fruit, now glowing in the light of the evening
guulicams.
" It is a mighty modest request for a beggar
to make," said Minda. "If you want a piece
of bread, I'll give it to you, but who ever
thought of giving beautiful ripe peaches to
such ns you'"
" Winnie is sick, and has been begging of
mother all dav to buy him a peach, but she
hasn't n jxmny in tho word, so I told her that
perhaps someone would give me one for him."
During this Colloquy a child seven vears old,
her head covered wuli soft, brown curls, aud
her blue eyes nucon.-ciously tilling with tears,
Htood at the door, which opened into the
kitchen, earnestly listening. When she heard
what the httlo girl last said, she darted up
stairs ami entered the room where her father,
who had returned home half an hour earlier
than usual, was rending the newspaper to her
mother while wailing for tea. She approached
her mother softly, and whispered soni" request.
Mrs. Hilton gave a smiling assent, and the child
witli a joyous bound had already uearlv reached
tho dour, wheu her father looked up "from his
jmner aud said :
'"' What is it, my daughter ?"
" Th re is a little girl at the back door, who
wants a peach for her sick brother, and Emily
wishes to give her one," said Mrs. Hilton.
" Vfav I?" said Kmily, addressing her father.
"Yes. a dozen, if von please."
"Then I'll till my little willow basket with
them. It will hold full a dozen. I know it will.
If I could only reach some of those large ones
at tho top of the tree, that look so ripe and
mellow." .
" 1 believe I must lend you a helping hand,"
said Mr. Hilton, laying aside his newspaper.
" Oh, I can hear Minda shutting the door now.
She has turned her away, liut never mind I
can overtake her."
Tho next moment Emilv stood at the outer
door of tho kitchen. The little girl, with a
drooping, sorrowful look, and tear stains on
her pale cheeks, was just closing the gate.
'C -iiie hack," said Emily, "and you shall
have plenty of peaches for your sick brother,
and tor yourself, too. I have got leave togive
you this basket heaped up full."
"Have you?" said thegirl, in aquiclt,earnest
voice, which was full of joyful surprise.
' Yes, and father is going to gather me some
of the I ngest aud ripest ones."
Mr. Hilton, at this moment, made his appear
ance, and placing a garden chair beneath the
tree, to enable him to reach the higher limbs,
the little willow basket was not only soon filled,
but I'tei'ty of them which had 'accidentally
fallen, were lying among the grass. Emily, iu
the meantime, had selected some spravs of the
bright green peach leaves, which she quickly
arranged among the glowing fruit, heightening
by contrast the rich, delicious hues, and making
it tipoear mora tempting.
fere," said Emily, handing her the bas
ket, 'I w.intyuu to carry it home just as it
is no .v, because the peaches look so beauti
fully among the green leaves, it makes them
taste better."
The look of sadness was now all gone from
the little girl's oyes, and instead, they sparkled
with delight, as she placed the basket on her
arm, dropped a courtesy, and murmured her
thanks.
" Mother loves to look at whatever is beauti
ful." said she, "and so does Wiunie. He always
smil's. when he sees the ray of golden sunshine
stealing in at tho top of the window. He drew
a bird one dav with a piece of charcoal, and he
is going to draw auother, as soon as ho can get
a pier-e of paper."
"Stop o.ie minute, and take some peaches to
eat by the way. Here's plenty of them," and
Emily put as many into the little girl' hands as
they would hold.
" Won't you tell us your name, my little girl,
bef ore you leave us," said Mr. Hiltou, approach
ing her.
Ella Selby, sir."
" And you hive a brother who is sick?"
" Yos, sir. bo has had a fever, and don't seem
gv over it."
"How old is he?"
" He will be ten next month."
Mr. Hilton's next care was to ascertain where
the girl lived, which he wrote down on a blank
leaf in his poekctbjok.
"There's something strangely familiar
jbout that ohild's face," said Mr. Hiltou, when
he had returned to the room where his wife
was.
' What is it'" she inquired.
"lean hardly tell, though if these large,
dark eyes of hers had been iu company with a
pair of rosy cheeks, I should say that she re
sembled Catherine May, who used, before I waa
married, to live in the neighborhood of my old
home.''
" Was she ever married -this Catharine May
you speak of?"
" I don't know. It is now many years since I
lost sight of her. At any rate, I was much In
terested iu the child who came to the door to
beg a peach for her sick brother, and after tea,
if you would like to. accompany me, I thought
we would call and tee if the family cannot
be put in a way to earn a better livelihood
than I should judge they were able to do at
present."
Mrs. Hilton was in favor of the proportion,
so, as soon as tea was over, aud little Kmily iu
tho midst of pleasant thoughts about Ella "and
the peaches, and numerous plans of her own for
the girl's future pleasure and comfort, had
dropped asleep,they prepared themselves for u
walk to Mrs. Solhy's.
" This must be the house," said Mr. Hilton,
stopping in front of one of those cheap tene
ments built for the express purpose to let to
poor families.
All doubt on the subject waa tenninatod bv
seeing through the wimlow.the curtain of which
was a little drawn aside, the basket of peaches
on a small tablo, at ono side of which sat a boy
evidently employed in sketching it. Ilnhad a
pale, thuititfiil face, and earnest with il,
which was imw lit np with a glow of enthusiasm,
as could be seen, from time to time, as ho
raised bis head to look at the basket of fruit lie
was drawing. A woman sat near, sewing by
the same caudle that afforded light to the
child artist, but her face was turned from tho
window so that Mr. Hilton was not qi'iio cer
tain that it was his old acquaintmice, Catharine
May. Ella stood just back of her 1 rother's
chair, her lips parted with a smile, as bIio silent
ly watched nis progress.
"I wish I were an artist," said Mr. Hilton,
" and I would reproduce this scene on canvas.
Tie quiet, graceful attitude of the mother, tho
beautiful and spiritual face of tho boy, and
Ella (who by the way, I believe, has a' spark
of the same tire in her bosom, which is nlreadv
kindling iu hi-' i, with her unconscious, thougii
cordial and appreciative smile, would form a
sweet home picture, poor aud humble as the
surroundings."
Mr. Hiltou now rapped at the door, which
was opened by Ella. She started a little at
sight of him, hut at once recovering her self
possession, invited him aud Mrs. Hilton to
outer. Mrs. Selby rose and went forward to
meet her unexpected visitors. A glance showed
Mr. Hiltou that, as ho Buspected, it was Cath
erine May, the friend and acquaintance of his
earlier years. The recognition was mutual.
Her history, since they last met, was quickly
told. She" married a' young and promising
artist, who by his talent and industry had al
ready secured n competency, when, contrary
to his better judgment, he "was persuaded to
invest his capital in Eastern lauds. These
looked very fair and tempting on paper, but
when he came to trace out their boundaries
on terra finna, they proved to have as little
real existence as the mirage of the desert. He
was not discouraged, for there was one nt iiis
side, ever ready to speak words of cheer slid
encouragement ; but ere by redoubled dili
gence, he had timo even partially to recover
from the fal-e step ho had taken, he was
stricken bv disease, which iu a few davs proved
fatal.
It was now several years since his decease,
and for the last threo months, owing to the
severe and protracted illness of Winnie, they
had suffered much from want and privation.
" Winnie," said Mrs. Selby, "had employ
ment as on errand boy at tho time he was taken
tick, which obliged him to be out in tho storm
as well as the sunshine, while he was often
obliged to carry bucIi heavy packages as to task
his strength too severely, lie used, when his
father was alive, to sit hours at his side, watching
the figures on the cauvas momentarily glowing
into more vivid life beneath the pencil. It was
thus that the live of art was silently aud im
perceptibly implanted in his bosom."
It was even so. The bud was already glint
ing forth, destined, one day, to expand into the
flower. As Ella had said, ho loved everything
which was beautiful, and tlto contemplation of
a star, a flower, or even a golden sunbeam,
which at a certain hour, peeped over a shed
that stood opposite, aud tlieu stole in at the
top of tho window, afforded him exqnisito de
light. The -bird sketched with a bit of charcoal was
produced, and Mr. and Mrs. Hiltou were sur
prised at the skill of hand and the delicacy of
touch which it exhibited.
A little brown bird which often hovered
about the back door had served him as a model,
Mrs. Selby said, and it proved to be quite a
faithful likeness cm the original.
" Yon would like to be an artist, then," said
Mr. Hilton, turning to the boy, nfter listening
to these few particulars told him by Mrs. Selby.
"Yes. sir, was tho quiet answer, but tlie
sudden Hush that overspread his countenance,
and the lighting up of bis eyes, showed how
deeply the question moved him.
" Your wish shall be gratified,'' said Sir.
Hilton. " As soon as you are strong enough,
I will see that you are placed under an able
master."
Fourteen years, with their burden of care and
sorrow, brightened now and then by a few
gleams of sunshine, have merged into the past.
"There, the light is better here much bet
ter," said a young man, removing a picture
that hung against the wall of a small, elegant
ly furnished apartment, and placing it so as to
avoid tiio cross lights, which came in from he
two opposite windows. "Don't you think it is,
Emily V said he, addi easing a lady who stood
looking at the picture.
" Yes. much better," she replied ; and as sho
stood w ith her head a little thrown back, the
light of her violet eyes beaming from beneath
their long, silky lashes, and tho rich, brown
curls falling back from her forehead, no i.no
could hao failed to remark tho resemblance
between her and the child of seven years old.
represented in the picture, who stood beneath
a peach treo, holding a littlo basket of wicker
work into which a tine looking gontleun n was
dropping some of the fruit, gathered f:oiu the
boughs over his bend.
Another child whose appearance formed a
striking c ntr.ist to hers, flood near the gar
den fence, the tears which still hui.g on her
eye-lashes brightened with smiles.
"liut what have you here, Edwin, bo care
fully covered '" said Emily.
""A companion for tlie picture wo have been
looking at. I made a rude, sketch of it w hen I
was only ten years old, which, iu compliance
With your father's request, I have recently
transferred to canvas."
He removed the cloth tint covered it, and
revealed the home picture, which Mr. and Mrs.
Hilton had many years previously gazed upon
through the half-curtained window of Mr.
Selby's humble domicile.
"I should know those largo, tarnc.-t ey.'s
any whore," vaid Emilv, indicating a boy who
was sitting at the table, sketching a basket of
peaches. "But in every other respect you
have altered, if I except that somewhat primd
curve, of .tho upper lip."
" I littlo thought," said he, "as I rat there,
with my piece of coarse paper and a bit of
charcoal, that hidden among the fruit I was
copying, was a golden key which would open
to me so bright a vista in the future. How
sad would have been my destiny how
sad that of my mother and sister, if she who is
now my wife, "had not oboyed the warm im
pulses of her generous nature. Truly, the
angel stirred the waters of the fountain at the
right moment."
diameter in Women.
Women are generally more devoted to
their friends than men, and display in
defatigable activity in serving them.
" Whoever has Rained the affections of
a woman ia sure to succeed in any enter
pribe wherein she assists or advises him ;
men draw back much sooner in such
cases. Who is not astonished at the
courage shown by a woman when her
husband, whose misconduct has perhaps
a thousand times offended her, is threat
ened with imminent danger ? Who does
not know many instances of the most
heroic devotedness ou the part of the
sex ? A woman spares no effort to serve
her friends. When it is a quest:ou of
saving her brother, her husband, her
father, Ehe penetrates into prisons she
throws herself at the feet of the ruling
powers. Such are the women of our
day, and such has history represerted
those of antiquity. Happy, I repeat, is
he who has a woman for a friend.
FARM, (JARI)EN AM) HOUSEHOLD.
Jterlpm.
Rhtbaiib Pib. Put a small basin in a
dei-p pie dish,' cut the stems in pieces
about an inch long, without peeling,
plenty of sugar, anil a good light 'crust.
Nut Cakes. One pint of chopped
hickory tints, one p.mnd of sugar, whites
of two egg, two tahlespooufulH of flour ;
drop on greased paper or tins, like maca
roons. To Bom Potatoes. Let the potatoes
be of a Hize ; do not put them iu the pot
until tho water boils ; when done, pour
off the water nnd remove the cover until
all the steam is gone ; then scatter in
lrilf a teaspoon fnl of salt nnd cover the
pot with a towel. By adopting this plan
watery potatoes will lie mealy.
Peach Connr.nn. Make u rich biscuit
crust; put it rolled thick around the
dish ; put in a layer of peaches, then
butter and sugar, and n very little ilouv,
then peaches, and so on till the dish is
full ; cover with a thick crust, cut a slit
in the center, nnd pour in boiling water
till full ; bake iu a moderate oven.
Itauas Cream. Set a quart of milk,
sweetened with white sugar, on the lire
to boil ; break the whites of six eggs into
one bowl and the yolks into another ;
beat up the whites to a high froth, nnd
as soon as the milk boils take with a fish
knife large flakes and lay them lightly
on the boiling milk. After letting them
boil a few minutes, repeat the operation
with tho remainder of the whites, and
pile it high in tho center of a glass dish.
Slake a custard of the yolks and milk,
nnd pour around the whites Touch the
top 11 ikes with cochineal essence.
Ckeam Cheese. To every quart of
new milk, ndd one gill of cream, make it
slightly warm, put iu a very little ren
net, just enough to turn it : when the
curd comes, lay a cloth on a mold, which
may be the bot tom of a seive, but should
be the size desired for tho cheese, then
take out the curd with a skimmer, iill np
the mold, turn the cloth over it, and
lcavent to drain ; as the curd settles keep
filling in more, gently pressing down,
till all the whey is out ; turn it into a
dry c!;!h, and press it down with a mod
erate weight, not exceeding two pounds ;
at nisrht -turn it into a clean cloth; next
morning spriuklo ou it a littlo line salt,
when dry enough lay it on a lied of
btrawberry or ash leaves, cover with the
same, t:trn it over twice a day, change
the leaves occasionally, aud in a fortnight
it will be ready for eating.
FreilitiK (-rowing Chickens.
As a rule, the poultry-raiser feeds his
young chicks liberally ; and this is
necessary in the early part of the season.
The feed for tho first month is grouud
corn, wetted with water. This is a near
ly unvarying bill of fare. Some fcive
young chicks soaked ttulo bread for the
first month. This is very good feed ;
and where the housewife has time the and
the inclination to do the baking, it is nil
right ; but it becomes burdensome where
Luge numbers are raised and fed in this
way.
Some poultrymen, who desire to raise
extra flue chickens, feed them for the
first month, at least once a day, on hard
boiled eggs, crumbled nnd mixed with
moistened bread crumbs or oatmeal.
The average poultry-keeper, however,
will not see the profit of this method,
and will not practice it.
Wlieu the chicks are one or two months
old, sour thick milk will be found a good
feod for them. It should be scalded aud
mixed with wheat brand, or corn and oats
chopped together. No great deal of the
thickening is required, but enough to
make a slop.
Unless the potato bug" masters the
situation, wo always include boiled po
tatoes in our bill of fare for growing
chickens. A potful is boiled in the
skins, the water is drained off and the
potatoes turned into a stout wooden
vessel, and mashed. Sour milk and
bran are then stirred iu, hid the whole
poured into troughs. We have always
fed this mess liberally, aud found it
profitable to do so.
Whole grain should seldom be given
to chickens in hot weather. They will
be healthier ami grow better on such
diet as here recommended. Of course
they shonld have their feed of ground
gram night and morning, but not too
much of it, especially of coin, which is
heating and stimulating, and lias a ten
dency to cholera. Oats and wheat are
better. Farm Journal.
Low Prices for Dairy l'roduets.
The price of butter and cheese is
rapidly falling to the basis of 18151, when
ordinary State butter sold from nine to
twelve cents and cheese for eight cents.
Mr. Lewis, a leading butter merchant,
could only get offered, May 1, eleven
cents for one hundred tubs of different
dairies. He thinks that tlie very best
quality of butter will not bring this sum
mer more than twenty or twenty-five
cents. There are from 2,000 to 5,000
packages of old butter now in the mar
ket, which will have to be sold at from
ten to twelve cents. Last year we ex
ported 6,000 packages, and this year the
exportation has ruu up to 50,000, at an
average of $15 a hundred, which has
prevented a complete break down in the
market. The market is clean of cheese,
which now rates at fourteen cents. This
is owing to the fact that many cheese
makers last year made butter, and to the
presence of large quantities of artificial
butteroleomargarine which is manu
factured from tallow and then churned
with a little milk to give it a sort of but
ter flavor. A number of factories are
scattered throughout the United States
turning out tallow butter. The imita
tion is so close that it is difficult to tell the
difference, and the spurious article finds
its way to many tables where it is eaten
under the supposition that it is fresh
made and pure butter. Grocery men buy
it cheaper, and, with the incentive of
largo profits, do not hesitate to palm it
off on unsuspecting customers.
.Muuuriuir Corn.
In manuring for corn apply the dung
or fertilizer near, tho surface. This is
our practice, and as we find it successful,
we cau offer substantial reasons. The
corn plant loves warmth, and the roots
grow best in the warmest earth. A tem
perature of ninety degrees is said to be
the most favorable for the growth of corn
roots. Now by applying the fertility
near the surface, the roots find nutri
ment to absorb at the point where the
physical agencies are present for te
most rapid development. If a hill of
corn be dug in the fall, aud the roots ex
amined, tho upper portion will be found
very fibrous, while the other roots rttu
down deeply, apparently to bring up the
needed moist are.
lion la Protect -Melons.
Common land plaster is a sure protec
tion to melon mid cucumber plants, if
sprinkled on while the dew is ou them,
and if put on as faBt as needed. Finely
sifted coal-ashes mixed with plaster half
of each are just as good as pure plaster.
Lime shonld not be used, as it kills the
plants. Koxes of twelve to fifteen inches
square, open top and bottom, and eight
to ten inches high, Are excellent pro
tection against insects, as well ns cold
spells of weather.
AN IMPECUNIOUS CAPITALIST.
A ,Mnn Who l.tUnl tho Town but Couldn't
HI unit n Landlord I'll For Hi Dinner.
A gentleman with his coat tail pockets
full of baggage strolled into the office of
the Gorhani llouso nud registered iu a
bold, freo hand tho name of "Aristar
clius II. Desplaincs, Crestline, Ohio."
Then ho lazily picked up n toothpick
and leaned gracefully up agaiust the
counter and nodded affably at Andrews,
who woro on his usually placid brow the
expression of a man who is anxious to
have something to hold. Mr. Desplaines
apparently failed to notice this expres
sion, aud said, with a sudden glow of
enthusiasm :
" I like this town."
No one dissented, and the striuger,
after a moment's pause, to allow tho
sentiment to impress itself on his audi
ence, went on :
" Yes, sir, I like this town. There is
an air of enterprise, of activity, of rest
less progress aud tireless industry about
it that invites investment. The streets
these people have hewed out of the solid
rock; the elegant business blocks that
have risen from the pathless wilderness;
the ceaseless hum of machinery and
stroke of tho hammer call loudly for
Eastern capital to come here, nnd, baud
in baud with labor, coin new and added
wealth out of the rugged rock, the mine,
tho quarry and the loom. Yes, air,' I
like this town. This is the place where
my money stops."
The stranger paused again. Most of
tho audience had ceased to chew their
toothpicks and were looking at the orator
with an nir of interest. Mr. Andrews
brushed an imperceptible grain of dust
from the sleeve of his coat nnd softly
whistled a bar from the "Bohemian
Girl." Mr. Desplaines continued :
" Yes, sir, I do bke this town. I
hadn't been hero half au hour, hadn't
talked with a dozen business men, before
I said: Here is the place." I know the
spirit of this town. And it isn't only a
live, but it's a safe town. I can put my
money into any one of the half dozou
enterprises that have been brought to
my notice hero aud turn it at eight per
cent, every year. Safer and more pro
fitable by far than tho wild spirit of
speculation so rife iu most other cities,
that promise tho operator twenty per
cent, but give him naught but ruin.
And I will what?" ho added, suddenly
glancing at the clock, "half-past one
already ? How the time has slipped by.
I had nearly talked away my dinner. The
way to your dining-room, if you please,"
he added, a littlo haughtily, ns a man
not accustomed to nsk for things, but at
tended by servants who anticipated his
requests and orders.
Tho clerk, instead of flying around
and marshaling Mr. Desplaines to the
dining-room, merely glanced nt the capi
talist's clothes, and murmured the cub
tomary remark about tho duties of
baggageless guests requiring them to
deposit something before banqueting.
"What?" shouted Mr. Desplaines,
" you want me to pay in advance I Me ?
Me ? Pay in advance ? Why, dash your
impudence, I'll buy your beggarly littlo
town and havo it moved into tho river,
ray in advance ? Here, give me a
blank check book, somebody. I'll drain
your miserable little village banks so dry
they can't change a ten-cent pieco for
three mouths to come. Porter bring
down my trunks aud boxes and carry
them over to the other hotel. Take them
to the depot nnd carry my card to the
president of the rolling mills and tell
him to dine with me nt the Palmer in
Chicago next Thursday. I'm off. I'm
out of this poverty stricken town by the
first train that will carry me."
Aud half nn hour afterward Mr.
Desplaines was seen walkiug across tho
bridge, comfortably eating a piece of
bread audehewiug a raw onion, regard
ing with lofty disdain tho policeman who
stood at tho end of the bridge, and
warned him further away. Jiurlinyton
llawhcje.
Words of Wisdom.
It is a fraud to borrow what we aro
ot able to repay.
Advise not what is most pleasant, but
what is most useful.
Christians should be humble and
thankful, watchful und cheerful.
You can't get anything in this world
without money, some say ; but this is
not true, for without money yon get into
debt.
The mixture of an error with much
truth adulterates the whole ; as the
chalico of pure liquid is rendered dan
gerous by the infusion of a drop of poi
son. We should therefore beware of all
error, however slight and inconsiderable
it may appear One error may soon lead
to a hundred ay, to a thousand.
No man will hate a good mau so much
as he who has ill-treated him. Let a
man who you have injured hate you,
and there is an end to his enmity. Repa
ration frank and full puts an end to his
hard feelings toward you, and even lays
the foundation to a protracted friendship.
But let a man hate you without a cause,
save such as his envy, or bigotry, or
vanity supplies, aud his hate is endless.
It is sad to be alone, to be in the world
aud yet not of it ; to think only, to
dream with the eyes half open, and tho
senses painfully acute ; to be a stranger
in the midst of buxom life, and yet have
no sympathy with a single one of the
myriads of beings who throng the high
ways and bv-wavs of this bustlinor world.
This is a dirge-like melaueholy insepara
ble from seclusion from the busy scenes
of earth, which saddeus the heart and
brings the tears of sorrow unbidden to
tne eye.
Political Fame.
The retired politicians can truly say,
in the language of Rip Van Winkle :
"How soon wo are forgotten." Yes,
and iu less thuu the third of a century
after the grave incloses them there are
but few persons on earth who are ap
prised of the fact that they ever lived.
These reflections were lastenea on our
mind by reading in the Congressional
dictionary a brief sketch of the life and
public services of General Sam Smith,
of Maryland. He was a wealthy mer
chant of Baltimore, once or twice mayor.
and contributed much to its growth and
prosperity more, perhaps, than any
other citizen. Tho good people of
Maryland exhibited their appreciation
of liis talents and personal worth by
sending him to Congress fir a longer
period of time than the average life of
man. He served them as a Representa
tive or Senator in Congress for thirty
nine years. He was made chairman of
tho finance committee of the Senate,
and discharged the duties of the posi
tion with marked ability. Ue was a
warm supporter of Jackson's adminis
tration, and on more than one occasion
was elected Vice-President, pro tern.
He had a right to think, etui doubtless
did think, he had achieved a fame that
would live after him. He died about
thirty-seven years ago, and now let us
ask, how many of the present generation
ever heard of liim ? We venture to as
sert that could he now arise from the
grave he would find three-fourths of the
citizens of Baltimore entirely ignorant
of his long nud useful career ns Balti
more s public servant. Such is life and
such is the ephemeral character of politi
cal fame.
We cannot close this article without
telling one of Daniel Webster's anecdotes.
It is decidedly to the point. Al ter Presi
dent Tyler's second veto of a bill to
charter a bank of the United States,
every member of his cabinet, save Mr.
Webster, indignantly resigned. The
Whigs tried their level best to loosen
his grip on tlie State department, but
all their efforts were unavailing. Then
they came down upon him like a thou
sand of brick. They denounced him
with the variations. About this time an
enthusiostic admirer called to see him.
Finding him in a gloomy mood he ex
claimed : " Mr. Webster, you ought not
to bo gloomy about anything ; your fame
is made." "Fame," replied Webster,
" and much for fame." Whereupon ho
told the following story : He said he
was traveling in a railroad car on a cer
tain occasion, audit so happened that he
was seated by the side of a very old
gentleman. He soon found out that
this old gentleman was a citizen of New
Hampshire, and lived in Mr. Webster's
native town. He asked the old man if
krew the Webster family up there.
"Oh, yes," responded the octogenarian.
" Old Mr. Webster aud I were bosom
friends in his lifetime." "Well, whnt
has b?como of bin children?" inquired
Mr. Webster. The old man answered :
" Why, there's Zekiel, he's the greatest
lawyer in New Hampshire, and one of
the greatest in the country." Ho then
took up the daughters nud told whom
they married, and finished his account
of the family without mentioning the
name of Daniel. "Were those all the
children?" asked Mr. Webster. The
old man answered in the ntlirmative.
"Are you sure there was not a boy
named Daniel ?" inquired Mr. Webster.
"Daniel, Daniel, Daniel," soliloquized
tho old man for a few minutes, and then
broke out with this reply : " Oh, now
I do remember. There was one by the
name of Daniel, but he went down to
Boston, and I have not heard of him
since." Louiarille Courier-Journal.
One Danger of Blue Glass.
It seems that the excitement about tho
curative properties of blue glass, which
filled np so much space in the newspa
pers a littlo while ago, has been produc
tive in certain instances of more harm
than such periodical epidemics, if we
may call them so, usually are.
That blue glass has any curative prop
erties remains to be proved ; but that
glass of that color will concentrate the
rays of the sun, iu a lesser degree, as tho
common burning rIiiss does, was known
before General Pleasonton's book was
printed and made so much of in the
newspapers. A gentleman of Brooklyn
suffering from weakness of sight was led
by the advice of well-meaning friends to
use spectacles of blue glass, such as cer
tain opticians are selling just now. The
result was that his eyes, already too
weak to be used much' iu ordinary cir
cumstances, were exposed to a terrible
glare aud heat, which iu less than a week
entirely destroyed tho eyesight of the
sufferer. He is now totalL- bliud. This
is a fact, und tho geuffemau would
doubtless bo glad to have other sufferers
from weak eyes know of his case and
draw a moral therefrom. Another simi
lar iustauco has come under otir observa
tion, a young lady being, in this case,
the dupe of the blue glass enthusiasts.
It is worth bearing iu mind that the
only property of blue glassthat has been
proved is its power to concentrate the
rays of the sun and produce extraordi
nary heat. One of tho most etlieieutg
methods employed in Siberia to blinw
political prisoners is to pass boi'ore the
eyes of the captives a bright steel blade
heated to a red heat ; but it seems likely
that with the march of civilization the
Russian jailers will adopt another method
which will produce exactly the same re
sult, that is, they will try blue glass.
New York Evening Post, r " - -
Some Improvement.
An old toper, whom nothing on eartS
could port from his glass, met a red
ribbon man of his acquaintance and
said :
"Now, Tom, you don't drink any
more. "
"No, sir."
"All your money is used up in the
family, eh ?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, Tom, be honest now and tell
me if you feel any improvement tell me
if you don't feel sueakish."
"I think I have improved," slowly
replied the reformer. " A month ago I
could take all such slang and not say a
word. Now I feel so much like knock
ing you down that I know I've improved
fifty per cent."
The toper didn't care about further
argument.
TERROR NUMBER ONE.
II
He Intlmldnlrd the Citizens ot Caster
I lljllis Downfall.
Every day the bull trains, mine teams,
and stages roll into the Black Hills with
their loads of " fresh fish," as the vet
e ajis call the new arrivals from the East.
These " fresh fish " rush for hotels,
boarding-houses and saloons, get a meal
or a luuch, and are presently seen walk
ing up and down the streets of the
frontier city or collecting on the cor
ners to hear the latest news from the
diggings and the prospects of striking
a job.
The other day, wheu a wngon load of
hull-heads was dumped' out in Custer
City, as wagon loads had been dumped
out every day before since grass started,
tho first man to welcome them to the in
fant city was a chap five feet high, and
weighing accordingly. There was a
blood-stain on his left cheek, a scar ou
h's right, and he had fierce eyes, a voice
like a roaring lion, and a bad bmp iu
one of his legs. He was wbiiJ'ng out a
tent-pin with a big bowie-knife as the
wagou drove up, and, pushing the ku'fe
down the back of his neck, he lifted up
a Henry rifle, ran his eye over the crowd,
and called out, in nn awful voice :
" Is there anybody in that crowd look
ing for Terror No. i ? Kase if there is,
here I am ; aud I'm just aching to be
shot full of bullets weighing a pound
apiece 1"
No one was looking for him. Some
looked nt him, aud some looked across
tho street on purpose not to see him,
while there was a uniform movement
toward hip pockets.
" I didn't know but that some of you
might have come out here from New
York or Boston to plant me uuder the
sweet jessamine or the climbing morning
glory !" chuckled the Terror, as he
rested the butt of his rifle on the ground
and fished up a six-shooter from his
boot leg.
There were men from New York nnd
Boston in the party, but they didn't waut
to bury anybody just then.
" I don't own this town," continued
the Terror, as he laid his infant armory
across the head of a barrel. " I don't
own a foot of grouud or li share in any
of the public buildings erected at the
expense of taxpayers, but wheu I stand
on Washington square and utter one
yell this whole town quakes. I'm Terror
Jso. 1. There s one or two other Tenors
around here, but I'm the boss I'm
the rcg'lar death's head and cross bones
of the Black Hills region !"
Before he had ceased speaking most
of the new comers had disappeared, some
looking pale and anxjons, and others
feeling shivers race up and down their
backs.
Au hour later, when a party of five
strangers from New England were mak
ing tho acquaintance of the infernal
beverages on sale' in one of the shanty
saloons, nud at the same timo pumping
the proprietor about prospects, iu walked
the Terror. Ho looked as fierco as a
catamount cheated out of her dessert,
aud there was au awful growl iu his voice
as he called out :
" Five o'clock by Omaha time, nnd I
haven't killed or been killed this whole
day long! Turn loose your pet grizzlies,
unhitch your whirlwinds, and leta dozen
wild lions come for me at once 1"
" Take something to drink, my good
friend," mildly replied the saloouist.
" lou are always welcome here, but you
don't drop iu half often enough. Don't
bo afraid to pour out all yon want."
"To tell the honest truth, Steve,"
said the Terror, ns hepoured out nearly
half a pint of the worst whisky ever
made, " I came in here to kill some one;
but you are a white man clear down to
your toe nails, and I won't raise no row.
That's good whisky, that is, and if you
want any ono in Custer City put under
ground, just give me his name. Can you
think of any one?"
Tlie saloon keeper reflected for a
moment, as ho slowly wiped off his bar
with au old calico apron, and finally he
replied :
"No; I don't think of anyone just
now, but something will probably turn
up in a day or two. Any time yon feel
thirsty come iu and help yourself."
One of the live men had formerly been
a molder in a Troy stove foundry, and
he had been closely watching tho Terror.
All of a sudden he' held out his hand for
a shake, cheerfully observing :
"I'll bet one hundred to one that we
used to work, board and room together."
The Terror reached out his baud,
closely scanned the molder's face, and
after a moment he said to the whole
five :
" Gentlemen, come out doors aud take
seats on the bench. I begin to know
this man, aud I don't waut to answer any
questions iu here."
"Well, but I nm surprised to find you
out here and rigged up in this stylo,"
remarked the molder, as the men found
seats.
"So you may be," slowly replied the
Terror. " When I worked iu Troy there
wasn't a mau or boy about the shop who
couldn't make me eat dirt. I was one of
tho biggest cowards east of Chicago,
aud now I'm one of tho biggest west of
that town. I own right up, because I
know you won't go back on me. I might
fight if I was cornered, but if there was
a chance to run or crawl out I wouldn't
strike a blow."
" But you talk very brave," said one.
"And it's all talk,"'replied the Terror,
as he picked his teeth with his bowie
knife. " I floated out here from Chicago,
poor as a rat, and the biggest coward in
the whole train. If luck hadu't favored
me I should have been under the sod
long ago. I've got on awful voice, and
I can lor)k as ugly as a bear in a trap ;
and somehow or otlu r the story got afloat
that I killed two men iu Chicago, was
rescued from the gallows by a mob,
and that I had come out here to escape
justice. Men grew afraid of me, and I
soon got the cue, I determined to be
come a Terror in order to make nn honest
living, and I've got the thiug right down
flue."
"And you are not a fighter aud a
shooter aud slasher ?"
" Gentlemen, it's kind o' mean, for a
mau to run his own character down, but
to be honest about it don't supposa
thero is a man iu Custer City who could
not wollop mo inside of one minute by
the watch. I go around simply to make
a show. If that saloon keeper had
reached out for me you'd have seen me
dig out mighty lively. But these
weapons, the name I've got, and my
anxious look for gore frightened him half
to death."
" i'es, everybody seems afraid of you,
observed the man from Troy.
" Afraid ? I guess they ore 1 . When I
walk into a place everybody begins to
quako and shiver, though I have never
drawn blood in this town. There comes
tho chap who acts as city marshal, sheriff,
chief of police, or whatever you may call
him. He's six feet high and weighs
over two hundred pounds, ami yet see
how I can bluff him."
Tho official referred to was coming np
the street nt a leisurely gait, and when
he came along opposite the group, the
Terror leaped out with a wild yell and
shouted :
" Looking for me, arc you 1 Waut to
see me bad, do you ? '
" For God's sake I don't raise o row
with rne 1" whispered the sheriff as he
looked around for cover. "I don't want
you, you don't waut me 1"
" Yon see how it works," cont:nued
the little man as the official moved on.
" That man couhl make my heels b; eak
my necte, and yet he is afraid of me.
Hero are some grizzly bear c'aws whr'ch
.1 bought in Omnlia for two doll.ws.
Evei-ybody a-onnd here thinks I pubed
the beast out of a hole in the hill, held
him by the ears with one hand, ami cnt
these claws off with the other. There are
twenty notches iu the stock of this rifle.
These folks around here . have got an
idea that I have killed twenty men in
rows or fair fights, but I never even shot
at one."
There was a period of silence, aud
then the Terror continued:
" There's money in it, aud it's rather
pleasant to be top of the heap, but this
thing can't last long. Some day before
long I shall light down upon the wrong
man, and he'll dress me down and diive
me to the hills. I hope you boys will
have lots of luck. I've been square and
honest with you, aud now don't give me
away."
At that moment three men on horse
back came down the street, and the Ter
ror jumped out with a screech and
shouted :
" Here's the holyhock you aro looking
for. Here's the modest violet who
wants to be carved up and fed to the
wolves !"
They wern't looking for him, and they
got away on a gallop. The party from
the East went out among the diggings
and were absent a whole week. When
they returned to Custer City, they in
quired for the Terror, and a hotel keeper
replied:
"Yes; they did use to call him the
Terror, I believe, but they didn't know
him. He was whooping arouud here in
his usual awful stylo three or four days
ago, sweariug that he must kiU some
body, when a tinsmith from Dayton,
Ohio, took his rifle and bow;e knife
away, spit tobacco juice on his hat, and
then kicked him the whole length of this
street. The Terror was an awf il coward,
geutlemeu a regular rog-baby under
the bed, and he'll never be seen iu Cus
ter again."
Fashion Notes.
Tho floili fan is the newest fancy.
Banged front hair is the style for little
girls.
The fan manufacturing center of tho
world is Japan.
" No silk for morning toilet " is the
rule in Paris.
Chemisettes of various styles are very
fashionable.
Linen lawn and percale costumes are
in great demand.
Pique is on tho wane as a dress fabric
for little children.
Black lace scarfs mako handsome
trimmiugs for white chip shade hats.
Spanish flounces are seen on nearly all
summer dresses for little girls.
Lisle thread gloves and black net mit
tens are in demand nil of a sudden.
Silk as an obstiuate material, which
will not cling or drape, is at a discount.
Torchon, Clovis, Smyrna, and Imperial
laces. are tho novelties in luce this sea
son. Night chemises of colored Surah are
affected by fastidious women of luxuriant
tastes.
Scotch gingham is revived for summer
dresses under the uamo of " Zephyr
cloth."
Twelve or fifteen silver bangles are
sometimes worn over the long gloves of
evening toilets.
Colored Hamburg embroideries aud
Torchon laces are shown to trim linen
lawn and percale dresses.
Chip shado hats, light as a feather,
are trimmed with puffs of organdy in
stead of ruches this summer.
Fashionable chemises are lavishly
trimmed with loco insertions and edg
ings and tucks, but not with puffs.
Wild roses and buttercups, nasturti
ums aud forget-me-nots, are favorite
flowers for trimming summer shade huts.
Children's cashes are still worn very
wide, low down and loosely around the
figure, with deep loops in.the back.
Fans for toilets of ceremony are of
satin and silk, with lace of fine artistic
design, or marabouts, or other feathers
for ornamentation. The sticks are do
rigeur of mother of pearl or ivory.
The Manila shade hats of the season
are trimmed with bunches of roses and
knots of fringed ribboni, pale blue and
tilleul being the favorite colors. The
brim is lined with silk to match the rib
bons, and edged with Valenciennes.
Boring for Coal and Finding Water.
A subterranean lake or river was tap
ped by some men who were boring for
coal at Coe, Iowa, a few days ago. When
they had penetrated seventy feet, they
heard a heavy rumbling noise, which
was immediately followed by a rush of
water, filling the six-inch tube, which
raised the drilling machine, weighiug
some seven hundred pounds, many feet.
On moving ihe drilling apparatus, a vol
ume of water was thrown into the air
twenty feet, and still continues to rise
seven or eight feet, when it spreads out
into jets like an artificial fountn;n. It
is estimated that it discharges a barrel a
minute. The water is pure and cold. A
stone thrown into the tube is hurled
back into the air, as is also a rail, when
forced down into it. .
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