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, HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPEIIANDUM. Two Pol'ars PSf Annum.
. VOL. VII. KIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA,, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER (3, 1877. yajSO.
Bennlnicton.
IRea4 at the Centennial celebration of the
battle of Bennington, at Bennington, Vt.,
August 16. .
On this fair valley's verdant breast
The calm sweet rays of summer rest
And dove-like peace benignly broods
On its smooth lawns and solemn woods.
A century since, in flame and smoke,
The storm of battle o'er it broke,
And, ere the Invader turned and fled,
These pleasant fields were strewn with dead.
(Stark, quick to act and bold to dare,
And Warner's mountain band were there.
And Alien, who hod flung the pen
Aside to load the Berkshire men.
With fiery onset, blow for blow,
They rushed upon the embattled foe,
And swept his squadron from the vale,
JAke loaves before the autumn gale.
Oh ! never may the purple stain
Of combat blot thee fields again,
Nor this fair valley ever cease
To wear the placid smile of peace.
Yet hero, beside thAt battle-field,
We plight the vow that, ere we yield
The rights for which our fathers bled
Our blood shall steep the 'groifhd we tread.
William Cvllen Bryant.
APPLES.
Madame sat in the sunny window Hew
ing. The needle twinkled in her rapid
fingers, nd the scarlet stuff she stitched,
glittering in the sunlight, shed 11 re
flected luster ou her black hnir, her
tiutless face, the bits of coral in hev
well-set cars.
Madame prefers to be on the top story,
she says. Oue is there away from the
dust and noise of the street. Also, it
costs less. Also, she will toll you gaily,
she can see the tops of the sail's, and the
sun-lit masts of the ships that come nnd
go at the wharves, toward which this
dingy street looks down. The ships
bring wealth and plenty to somebody.
Some of them come from France. Ah,
beautiful France 1 It is like being a
poet, or having a flue imagination, to
own a wiudow one can see the world
out of.
Should any one pity madaine or
officiously offer her sympathy, she will
shrug her shoulders magnificently,
spread out her hands, and say : " What
will you ?" glaucing toward her wiudow
as though the world were nt her feet.
Has she not her sunshine, her sewing,
nnd her little Firine, who flits up and
down the ladder -iiko stcirs like a butter
fly ? Fiihie has black eyes and a danc
ing smile. Fifino is madame's poem,
her princess; she does not know poverty.
. They had been poor in Paris, but Fiflne
had never gone hungry; they had wanted
many things in Paris, but Fifiue had al
ways her gay frilles dresses nnd her tiny
polished slippers. Was not her father
a professor ? was not her mother a lady ?
Should they, then, associate on equal
terms with that degraded oud degrading
thing called poverty ? Nay, indeed ! it
might own the house, but it should not
sit at the board. .
It was poverty that had driven this
family, thoughtlessly thoughtful, to
America. Professor Pierre would come
here and teach the people French. It
was a wide country, a roomy country,
nnd the people needed education. Pro
fessor Pierre set sail, nnd died on the
passage.
"Ah, but he was a scholar!" says
Madame, sighing. "If he have live "
(madame's English is not quite so per
fect as her French) "we shall by this
time have the little tnaieon vhampetrc,
the pretty place in the country, and the
little school, and the garden which we
have talk and dream of so much in Paris.
For there is room in America ah, so
much of room !"
She looks up, smiling, from her work,
as a light footstep comes flying along the
ladder-like stair.
" So come the angles t" says madame,
devoutly, as Firine dances in. She has
her tiny apron full of red apples, which
tumble out and roll upon the floor. The
sunshine, gleaming on madame's scarlet
sewing, seems to recognize the ripe
round fruit, and glows anew as having
met it elsewhere in sweet familiar
orchards nnd on sunny slopes of far-away
hills.
"All for you, maman," cries Fiflne,
look'ng down on the treasure. "And
oh, maman, he will give me a ride in the
great wagon out to the beautiful country
and the little old mother 1"
Madame's cheeks flush, her eyes scin
tillate with on angry light.
"What is it yon say, Fiflne? And
who gave you these ?"
But the child only answered breath
lessly nnd confusedly. The apples were
delicious, and Fiflne was happy, but
madame did not like strangers nor
strangers' gifts. She sat anxiously at
the high window next day, looking down
for Fiflne as she came from school.
The street was long and winding,
grimy and decaying; but people swarmed
in it as if life was not undesirable. They
throve in the scents and sounds nnd stifl
ing air; they laughed, they chatted, they
congregated in the tumble-down door
ways; and looked their poverty square
in the face, shook hands with it, as it
were.
But the street had it pleasures too, j
once in awhile, and its pictures. As at
this instant, when madame, looking down
from the high window, saw a wagon-load
of apples come jolting along, ruddy,
shining and mellow. A boy in a briinless
hat and a blue shirt sat in the midst of
the heap, and a tall, sunburned young
fellow, with trousers tucked in his boots,
walked alongside, hand in hand with a
child, who danced about him, with her
golden hair flying and her pretty feet
twinkling, as she pointed up langh'ing to
the far window where madame sat.
In oae sudden moment she saw the
little one caught up, deposited in a half
full basket, and both, lifted on the young
man's shoulder, disappeared in the
house.
Up stairs they came, tramping, laugh
ing and Fiflne, eager, joyful and breath
less, was deposited at the door.
" Oh, mamma 1" she cried, elappiug
her hands, "see what we have brought
you I And here is Monsieur Jack. "
Outside, abashed, blushing, stood the
oung man with the basket. Madam
appearing on the threshold put him to
utter oonfusiou. She had the bearing
oi a oneness.
"What will yon?" queried she,
naugntuy.
"Excuse me, ma'am," was the stunv
mering reply, ns the intruder doffed his
great straw hat. " I mean I did not
mean that is, I promised the little one
a nae.
"And?" said madam, sternly.
" And," answered the youth, gather
ing up courage, his honest, kindly eye
looking straight into hers, " she needs a
little change ; a ride would not harm
ner, madam.
"It is a liberty unpardonable. In
ray country it is not known that a ven
dor a street vendor will intrude him
self on a lady s apartment. People
snow ineir place, ana
" I beg your pardon, madam. You
are right," interrupted the stranger, his
cheeks flushing hotly. "But this is
America, not Pans. Good-day."
He was gone. The place was blnuk
nnd desolate. The apples lay on the
floor. The sunlight had faded from the
window. Fiflne set np a frightful cry
of disappointment. Ah 1 no ride, no
piensure, no delights in prospect now,
She did not go dancing off to school
next day, Binging as she went. She
came back with a headache, carrying it
gloomily up to the top floor and the
woitiug mother.
Two days, three passed. Fiflne was
really ill. She chatted incessantly of
tue ride and the beautiful country. She
cried to see Monsieur Jack, as she had
named ner friend.
One day madam slipped down stairs
to buy some apples. It was the day for
-uonsieur j ocks appearance. The young
man bowed when he caught sight of
this princess from the top floor. Should
lie carry the apples up stairs for her ?
Little Fiflne, sitting flushed and fever
ish among a heap of pillows, lit up ra.
diantly at sight of the sunburned face
and great straw hat.
" Ah I mamma," she cried, clapping
her hands, "now we shall go in the
country V
But Fiflne was ill. Not for a day nor
a week, but for a long, weary month, the
little creature pined and sickened in the
upper story oi tne tenement-house,
And it fell out that nearly every day the
young man's step sounded on the stair.
and Monsieur Jack's face became familiar
to all the neighbors as he made his way
to tne topmost floor.
He petted Fiflne, he chatted to her.
and charmed madam by stepping softly
in spite of his big boots. Fiflie watched
hungrily for his coming, and thus it was.
doubtless, that madam also found herself
i-oinetimes listening for his footstep on
the stair.
One sunny afternoon she stood smooth
ing her glossy hair in the cracked look-iug-glnss.
The day was a hopeful one.
The air was clear, the cun shone, Fiflne
was better. Madam's eyes brightened
as she stood at the glass, Sue adjusted
her knot of ribbon, she touched up tho
white ruffle about her shapely throat.
Without, there wan a creaking of the
rickety stair. The eyes shone brighter
in the dim little mirror. Madam stopped
in her toilet suddenly, seeing their ex
pectant visitor.
" Can it be possible ?" she said to her
self. " Have I come to this to sewing
in a garret, to starving, to begging
almost, for Fiflne, and to looking for
ward every day to tho visit of a young
man who is an apple vendor ? Paul
Professor Paul, was I ever worthy of
thee?"
But when she opened the door, and
Monsieur Jack stood modestly on the
threshold, madam's eyes did not lose
their sparkle. He brought a bunch of
pinks for Fiflne.
"Ah!" cried Fiflne, clapping her
hands, "they, came from the country
When shall we go oh, when shall we
go, mama?"
The mother looked at her tenderly,
pitifully. The child had grown so thin
with long illness.
"My little one," she said, " I wish I
was back with thee in my beautiful
Paris, where we should have music and
flowers and parks, and "
" Yon can hove them all here," inter
rupted Monsieur Jack, quietly.
There were Wars in Madam s eyes, but
she turned upon him hotly.
" What will yon ?" she said. "Shall
I take shame to myself that I am poor ?
I was poor in Paris, but I named it not
so. In my own country I have pleasant,
gentle life. My Paul is very wise, very
quiet. He will not have touch himseif
with what is rude and rough. I have
my pot of flowers ; I have my fete days.
It costs but a few sous to be happy.
Ah ! why did we ever come away, my
petite, to be reminded that we are beg
gars !
Madam caught up her white handker
chief und wipe.1 her eyes. There was
an awkward pause. Monsieur Jack
played with Fifine's long locks, looking
down silent and reproved.
Fiflne, not knowing what was the mat
ter, began to cry.
" Ah, yes," said madam, excitedly,
seeing the child's tears. It is no fault of
mine, monsieur, that my little Fiflne is
ill nnd pining. I cannot advertise that
I must have her helped ; and I am poor!
I am poor ! I am poor !''
It seemed to be a relief to madam's
mind that this well-kept secret was out
at last.
"Madam," said the visitor, risinar. "I
also am poor. "
"Excuse me, I pray you," said
madam, her face paling suddenly ; " I
have talk much it is weak. I ask your
pardon."
" When shall we go when shall we
go in the country ?" asked Fiflne, seeing
a pause.
"Thou canBt not alone, lit le one,"
said the mother, smiling, and rallying
her spirit.
"She need not go alone, madam,"
suggested Monsieur Jack, patting the
child on the head " not if you will go
with her."
Ah ! what can poor people do ? Was
not madam the wife of a professor, and
was not her pride Jvery great therefor ?
Could she go out riding with an apple
veudor ?
"When?" repeated the tiny invalid,
imperatively.
And the mother, driven into a corner,
answered : " To-morrow. "
There wai a little old, woman in a yel-,
low gown stepping quickly about the
farm-house kitchen. She was making
fine biscuit, her brisk, hordy hands
molding them deftly and quickly. She
has set out a round talkie with a white
cloth, taking down the shining dishes
from the old-fashioned dresser.
" They will soon be here, I think,"
she says, ever and anon looking from the
great door, of which the upper half
swings in, after the manner of old Dutch
farm-houses.
She comes out presently, smiling and
conrtesying to a party who drive up in
a neat little one-norse wagon. "This
is my mother," says the young man who
drives the equipage. He lifts down
Fiflne ; he helps madam to alight.
Fifine's face is shining like that of a
cherub new fledged in paradise. She
kisses the little old mother, and they are
friends instantly.
After that rare, that delicious lunch
in the old kitchen, they went wandering
about the place to the old hen barn, to
the pasture, where two cows stood pa
tiently and stupidly looking through the
bars. "They are tame!" said Fiflne,
who had once been to a menagerie.
The little old mother laughed, and the
two prattled gayly along hond in hand.
Madam, with a wild rose in her hair,
strolled ahead with the elate Monsieur
Jack. Bound them rolled the billowy
hills, a faint autumnal haze floating at
their low summits, and the smoke from
there and then a farm-house wreathing
np to the sunlight. Some birds twit
tered softly in the copse, scarcely dis
tributing the silence and sweetness of
the summer time hush. A tiny brook
running along the hedge glittering with
cardinal flowers. Her companion gath
ered a handful of the flaming Bpikes
for madam.
"Ah, how beautiful they are!" she
cried. " How beautiful it all is here!
One could, indeed, live here forever-"
She glanced about at the purple hills,
the fields, the peace and plenty every
where. " How can you have all these glories,
and be poor?" she asked. "In my
country a peasant would call himseif
rich with all these. He will have many
friends, and his wife will wear a silk
gown. He will not traffic in the city with
the vanaille."
A deep flush rose to the young man's
cheek. He did nst reply at once.
"Madam," said he, at length, "in
this country there are no peasants. We
are all free, and we do not care for trifles.
A man who owns his little farm is inde-
fiendent; he can make his own market if
le chooses. That is enterprise; that
is what keeps the fences trim, and the
little old mother stirring. I buy and sell
where I can. I have no wife to object,"
he added, laughing; "and for the rest, I
am, after all, a poor man."
" Sucli poverty !" cried madam, lifting
her hands. " Here,! repeat.I could stay
forever, my friend."
" And w:ll you ?" said Monsieur Jack.
turning his sunburned face suddenly
upon her. "See, madam, how happily
we have spent the day together. Let us
have many such."
Fiflne came flitting up thepath.laugh
ing and singing.
" Oh, stay ! oh, stay, maman !" Bhe
cried; " the dear old mother will not let
us go away"
"I shall buy my wife a silk gown
whispered Monsier Jack, mischievously.
" Say-yes, maman," cried Fiflne.
And madam, blushing and smiling,
looked down at the cardinal flowers and
said "Yes." Harpers Weekly.
Sunday in the Black Hills.
A correspondent, writing from Dead
wood in the Black Hills says : On the
Sabbath day the streets present a per
fect Babel of confusion. Ox trains and
mule teams block the streets, their
drivers shouting and cursing in a vain
attempt to unravel the tangled teams.
Auctioneers strain their throats, while
the eating-house keepers, add to the
clamor by inviting with bells and gongs
tue poony-tea miners to walk in and sret
a square meal. The sidewalks are
crowded, and locomotion is difficult.
Bootblacks invite the passers-by to take
seats in their comfortable booths on the
edge of the walks, while the newsboys
lift their shrill voices and announce the
latest news from the strikers, the
Indians, or the rood agents. While the
city is thus in the possession of people
from outside camps, hundreds of those
who can get away roam through the
country, and the roads in every direc
tion ore lively with pedestrians who are
visiting the various mfnes, or going to
see how their own ventures are pro
eressinc for nearlv evei-vbodv has a
claim of some sort, and all expect to
realize a fortune. A ride through the
country is refreshing, indeed, after one
has tired of the confusion in the city on
a Sunday. The greater portion of the
cabins are of course closed and locked,
as their proprietors are "seeing life,'!
but occasionally one is fount! where the
inmates are more frugal. Some are
reading, some playing cards, some re
sume practice on their fiddle and ac-
cordeon, and some are busy in pounding
rocks, snxious to Una colors, once in a
while you will come across a cabin
which is distinguished from the others
by an air of neatness and taste. The
path before the door has been swept.
The window hus a curtain and perhaps a
few plants, and a-little bed of vegetables
is visible. If the door is open, you will
see a clean floor with perhaps a strip of
carpet on it, and a rude bedstead with
snowy sheets and pillow slips. Look
carefully, and you ore sure to find a
woman and probably a baby. When
you discover such a habitation, if you
will examine those immediately about it
you are certain to find a comparative
degree of neatness prevailing, although
they are inhabited by men alone, for
one woman has a refining effect on a
whole neighborhood, and the roiierh.
lonesome bachelor miners are ashamed
to live in dirt while their neighbor's
woman can see it.
The vonnar ladies in Tinner finvwlntW
O., are aiding the Murphy temperance
movement in the following
When a young inau calls upon one of
im-iu wiuu uiuu'imuuioi intentions, lie
lluds a Murphy badge on one comer of
the center table, and on the onnnaitA
corner the representation of a mitten,
ana ne is asuea to decide which corner
he accepts.
IDS-SIS AS THE INDIANS.
II ir a Chinese Miner Held the Port Aaalnut
a Band of Hlonx Chaned from Boston
Town, He Strikes It Rich la Baked Po.
tato-A Cave with OatleteSleae ot
Chln-Lungf and How It waa Raised.
When Boston Town, in the Black
Hills, and about thirty miles from Dead
wood, woke np one morning, and found
a Chinaman walking with his kit on his
shoulder, every old miner was dumb
founded. It had been given ont, and
was generally understood, that Boston
Town wouldn't wait a minute before
shooting the first Chinaman who dared
to show his head in camp, and this
traveler ought to have been posted. He
coolly walked about trying to discover
whether the diggings were rich or poor,
and nodding familiarly to every miner
who showed his head. It took the camp
just four minutes to realize the situa
tion, blow the rallying .horn, and re
solve: "That there is one of them blamed
Chinese in camp, and it is our duty to
teach him a great moral lesson."
Lung-Sing went out o there like a
tornado, his sheet-iron frying pan bang
ing the back of his head at every jump,
nnd his heels digging np a perfect
shower of gravel. None of the bullets
fired at him took effect, and breakfast
was haftlly eaten before tne incident was
forgotten. The Chinaman was out there
to make a stake. He knew all about the
Indians, but when chased ont of Boston
Town, he pushed right ahead over the
frontier and np the hills, and when he
" struck yellow " he was four miles in
advance of any camp. Lung-Sing wasn't
one of your dirt washers or gravel paw
ers, but he struck for quartz rock, and
he kept a loose eye squinting around for
nuggets. He halted where he did, be
cause it was .far enough from white
miners, near enough to the Indians, and
the place offered a secure retreat. It
was a cave extending into the hill or
range since christened Baked Potato.
The hole was large enough for three
men to enter abreast, and the cave was
cut up in curious shape. Back twenty
feet from its mouth it split into three
caves, each winding around in a half
circle, and after a short time Lung-Sing
discovered that each of the three had an
outlet on the hill, but not within half a
mile of each other. "AUe light," he
mused, as he made ready to take posses
sion in the name of the Celestial Em
pire, "nlle light; Injun man come if he
wantee, Lnng-Sing no floid."
There was rich quartz rock in the cave.
In one month after being occupied by a
party of six white men it panned out
$17,000. Lung-Sing knew that he had
struck a big thing, and his mind was
made up to stay there, Indians or no In
diuus. In the afternoon of the second
day after he began work the Chinaman,
who was working by torchlight, felt a
twist at his pig-toil, and he glanced
around to discover an Indian warrior be
side him. Some Chinamen would have
"played calf at once," but Lung-Sing
was working for $200 per day. At the
soecid jerk on his queue he seized his
torch, nnd thrust it in the face of his cap
tor. Tho next instant he was rattling
hit ennoe-toed shoes down the dark pass
age with a noise like a horse galloping on
a plank sidewalk. When he climbed out
on the hillside and looked down, he saw
a score of Indians around the mouth of
the cave, and one of them was hopping
around, as if he didn't feel well. Lung
Sing sat there behind a bush and chuc
kled and grinned for an hour, and when
the redskins departed ho went back to
his work, sagely musing:
" If Injun manee fliuk I'm a fool he
find outee."
They were certain to come again. He
had no arms except a light shot gun and
a hatchet, but he had come to stay. The
idea of his dusting out of that just be
cause a few hundred Indians might ob
ject to his presence was too absurd to
contemplate. He stretched a score of
bark strings across the mouth of the cave,
and then connected them with a single
string running bock to his work. This
last string ran along the roof and over a
stone splinter, and held up a stone which
must fall to the floor if any one attempt
ed to displace the strings across the
mouth of the cave. When he had finish
ed this work and satisfied himself that it
could be depended on, the heathen drew
down his left eye, slanted his hat over
his left ear, and quoted Confucius.
The redskins weren't at all pleased at
the way they had been cheated, and next
morning a whole car load of them re
turned to the cave, having torches to ex
plore it. When they saw the bark
strings across its mouth they suspected,
a trap, and fooled around for two w
three hours. Meanwhile Lung-Sing was
plying hammer and pick, bringing down
ninety per cent, of gold with every ten
per cent, of stone. He had struck it
rich. "Spat!" came the stone which
he had fixed up for a signal bell, and
the long-eyed heathen scored for a start
and get away in fine style. The Indians
halted in the mouth of the cave to peer
around and light their torches, and dur
ing this delay Lung-Sing wasn't stopping
to piny marbles on the floor of the cave.
He emerged from the same cavity as
before, a little damp under the collar,
but in prime condition. He was making
his left eye wink cutely at his right, and
figuring np the profits of his morning's
work, when he heard the Indians coming.
They had divided into three bands and
followed the three passages. He got.
Instead of making for Boston Town or
Measles City, he slid down the mountain
side and entered the cave by tlie front
door. The Indians had brought along
almost a wagon load of dry grass and
weeds, expecting to have to smoke him
out. There was a strong draft through
the cave, and when the heathen dis
covered the grass, and that none of the
savages had remained behind, he nearly
wrenched himself to pieces to carry out
a suddenly conceived plan. In the
course of seven or eight minutes he had
carried the gross to the point where the
cave split, and he choked each passage
as far as the material would go. Then
he pulled out his match box and listened
and waited. He reasoned that the In
dians would return by the same routes
and he was right. He heard them in the
three passages almost at the same time
and when the foremost was not more
than forty feet away the match was
lighted. The grass was like tinder, and
the draft drew the roaring flames into
the passages in an instant. Three grand
yells from the three bands reached
Lung-Sing at oncej and lie put his finger
on his noso and softly said ! " Lnng
Sing somebody's flool, maybe."
The redskins got a terrible roasting.
It has been twice stated by members of
the same band that not a savage escaped
injury, and it is certain that more than
a dozen cooked and charred bodies were
found in the passages weeks afterward
by white men. Those who got out were
terribly burned, and several died at
their village. As the redskins had found
no one in the cave the fire appealed to
their superstition. They believed the
place to be occupied by the spirit of
some outlawed warrior; he had kindled
the flames in revenge on them for daring
to intrude. None of them had ever
been near the cave again np to six weeks
ago.
Lung-Sing, rearranged his signal, and
returned to his work. In the gray of
morniug, six weeks after he had been
driven out of Boston Town, an early
riser caught sight of him again. He
was trotting along at the head of four
pack mules and a dozen Chinamen, all
loaded down, but he hadn't time to stop
and explain whether they carried goods
to set np an " original dollar store " in
the Hills, or had the material which
yellow-boys are made of. The miners
Lad their own ideas about that, and after
a close search they discovered the cave
and its great riches,
Girls Attacked by a Buck.
Jennie Moigan, Kittie Vail and Ger
trude Dykman, aged eighteen, seventeen
and fifteen, respectively, all of Brooklyn,
N. Y., came to spend a brief vacation
with some relatives who dwell near the
Blooming Grove (Pa.) Park association's
pond. A Ashing excursion was arranged
for them, and they took nn old boat and
rowed out into the water nnd anchored.
They fished for several hours, and then
rowed once or twice around the pond,
and then started to row across to the
point from which they started, Near
the center of the pond the head of a
buck hove in sight. The maidens took
the situation as coolly as the circum
stances would admit, and began to pad
dle with a will. But the animal gained
upon them, nnd seeing that further ef
forts to reach the shore would be futile,
they stopped paddling and prepared for
an attack. And their preparations were
not in vain ; for, slashing and plunging,
and with eyes like balls of fire, the buck
bore down upon them. When he was
within a few feet of the boat, one with a
piece of a seat, and the others each with
one of the oars, made a thrust at the
buck's head. The blows sent him under
the water, but in an instant it shot up,
and the buck planted his fore feet into
th side of the boat, nearly capsizing it,
and throwing Miss Dykman and Miss
Morgan out into the pond. Miss Vail
seized the opposite side of the boat and
saved herself. The two girls now, each
with one hand, seized the buck by the j
antlers, and clung to the boat with the
other. Miss Vail began to bring heavy
blows to bear upon tjie buck's head, but
wiWi little effect. The snorting monster
Bwayed and plunged, yet the plucky girls
maintained their hold, and screamed.
Within n few rods of the pond lives a
German, who, hearing their ones,
hastened to the pond with Jiis rifle. The
girls still clinging to the boat, which
was about five hundred yards from the
Bhore, the buck had freed itself, and was
swimming for the op'posite shore. Get
ting into an old scow, the German pad
dled ont to a good range and shot the
buck dead. After the German had land
ed the maidens, Miss Dykman and Miss
Morgan fainted. They were cared for in
a farm house near by. The clothing of
the two girls who had been in the water
was nearly torn from them, and they
were considerably scratched oud bruised
by the deer's autlers. The deer was
brought to the shore, and when dressed
weighed over two hundred pounds.
How Some English Girls Marry.
According to an English paper, the
richest heiress now on the engaged list
is Miss Crawshay, the daughter of the
Vulcan of the Hills in South Wales. Her
dowry is said to be 500.000, and she is
about to bestow this with her hand and
heart upon a briefless barrister on the
South Wales circuit. I should be very
happy to take her sister upon the same
terms, if I felt inclined to marry for
money. These iron masters daughters
have a very considerate way of selecting
poor men for their husbands, for Sir
George Elliott's daughter married one of
the special correspondents of the Daily
Neiva, and a few days ago the heiress of
a Durham colliery proprietor bolted with
the editor of a north country newspaper.
It is said of one of these ladies, perhaps
it would be cruel to say which for the
manoeuvre after all was innocent enough
that meeting with a gentleman on board
a steamer which was engaged in laying a
deep sea cable in the Atlantic, they very
naturally took to flirting on the quarter
deck. The lady was all alone except
with papa. The gentleman madu him
self agreeable, and, being tall and hand
some of course soon ingratiated himself
with the iron-king's daughter. One day,
finding himself alone, he proposed there
and then. "Hush!" said the lady,
" papa is asleep on the sofa and might
hear Vou. Let us take a stroll on deck. "
" I am very sorry," said the lady, re
suming the conversation on deck, "but,
of course, you did not know when you
were talking to me below that I was en
gaged. But I have a sister at home who
is exactly like me; you would no.t know
us apart, and when you return home I
will introduce you to her." The intro
duction followed in due course, and the
marriage within six months. The court
ship all took place by proxy.
Lake Superior.
TharA firA fAW TiArannB in H.la
and still less in the old world, who have
anytning line an adequate conception of
the immense extent of this great inland
sea. To the hikes of TCnrnna if lum
about the same relative comparison in
point, oi size as tne Missouri and Missis
sippi bear to the F.nrniiAnn rivava WU
. t -r. J . . uu
lakes of England and Scotland are mere
Cimies compared witn this leviathan,
ke Superior is 600 miles long, and its
greatest breadth ia lan Tta
euce is about 1700 miles, or about half
w uisuuioe irom Boston to Liverpool,
Lake Sutlfirinr Annfm'na Ana iol.,J
1 -" uuu louuiu iicai
1.V as lartre as ftw.lanrl I i,., .
I , - huh una pevoitu
i -o as xuioae island and Delaware.
THE C0TT0 GIN.
tliatot- or the Invention-Culture of CUn
The Old Method of Cleaning.
The cotton gin wps invented in 1793.
The culture of cotton was tlegtta in the
Southern colonies in 1770. It was nn
experiment for which the older nations
of the world were not prepared, and was
suited -only to a bold and adventurous
people. In 1784, the year after the
close of the Revolutionary war, a vessel
from this country, that had carried to
Liverpool eight "bales of cotton was
seized in that port upon the suspicions
charge of illioit trade, grounded on the
presumption that flo lnrge a quantity of
cotton could not possibly have been tho
production of the United States. Eleven
years later than thiB, in 1795, when the
commercial treaty which bears the name
of Mr. Jay Was negotiated between the
United States and Great Britain, one
article of the treaty, as it originally
stood, prohibited the exportation from
this country, in American vessels, of
such articles ns Great Britain hod pre
viously imported from the West Indies.
Mr. Jay was surprised to learn subse
quently that cotton Wits included in this
Erohib'ition, and still more surprised to
e made acquainted with the fact, of
which he was till then wholly nnaware,
that cotton was becoming an article of
export from the United States. The cul
ture was continned. amid difficulties nnd
embarrassniefits which constantly threat
ened its abandonment, till in 1791 the
whole amount of cotton exported from
the United States was but 189,316
pounds. The next year, that preceding
the invention of the cotton gin, the
amount exported was diminished 50,000
pounds. There was, in fact, from the
incipiency of the culture to the period
of this invention, no indication of any
tendency to an increase of the produc
tion. The chief difficulty in the prose
cution of the enterprise had been found
to be the extremely slow and laborious
process of cleaning the green-seed cotton,
or separating it from the seed; and so
serious hnd this embarrassment come to
be regarded that the cultivators were
generally inclined to yield to it as an in
superable objection to what had been
the, grand design of the undertaking,
namely, the raising of cotton for the
European market.
The green seed cotton is that which is
cohlmonly known as the upland or bowed
ueorgio cotton, Dy which name is is ais
tincruiBhed from that produced in the
island and low districts near the shore,
called sea island, or blnck seed cotton.
The latter is the finest kind, and derives
its name from tho circumstance of its
having been the first cultivated in this
country in the low sandy islands on the
coast of South Carolina. It will not
flourish at a distance from the sea, and
its quality gradually deteriorates as it is
removed from "the salutary action of
the ocean's spray." It has n longer
fiber than other cottons, and is of a
peculiarly even nnd silky texture, which
qualities give it its superior market
value. The expression " bowed," which
is applied to the upland cotton, is
descriptive of the means that were em
ployed for cleaning it, or loosening the
filament from the seed, previous to the
invention of the cot tou gins. The pro
cess was similar to that employed by hat
ters for beating up wool to the proper
consistency for felting. Strings, attached
to a bow, were brought in contact with
a heap of unclenned cotton and struck so
aB to cause violent vibrations, and thus
to open the locks of cotton and permit
the easy separation of the seed from the
fiber. 'The cleaning was likewise done
wholly by hand, the work of the bow
strings being scarcely more efficient than
that accomplished by the fingers of the
slaves. In either case the process was
discouragingly tedious and slow. Whit
nev's cotton-cm overcame all this diffi
culty and furnished the means of sepa
rating the seed and cleaning the cotton
with such economy oi labor and time as
at once to give a spring to the agricul
tural industry of the South, and an im
petus to what in a few years, compara
tively, became one of the most important
branches of the commerce and manufac
tures of the world,
Japanese Grog-Shops.
The grog-shops of Japan are neither
more nor less than tea-shops. All along
the publio roads, et frequent distances,
are planted pleasant tea-house, The
"tea," according to a correspondent,
when they must stop by the wayside,
and in such little bits of cups that one
could drink the contents ot twenty of
them, and then want more. Pretty' tea
girls stand by the entrance, and (thei
teeth not yet blackened) with pretty
ways and courtesies so fascinating that
tea even without sugar or milk becomes
agreeable. Ou pretty lacquered waiters
the tea-girls hand yott little tiny cups
with a mouthful in them, and you squat
down on . the nice clean mats, if squat
you can, and you sip, and sip, and sip
this mouthful of hot tea, as if the gods'
nectar was going down their throat in
infinitesimal drops of microscopic in
visibility. The keeper of a Japan tea
house picks out as pretty a place for a
tea-house as he or she can get. The
keeper covets, if possible, a view of and
the air of the Bay of Yeddo, along which
the most of the way here runs the
Tocaido. The grand tea-house is cut up
into numerous little rooms, with paper
partitions to part them, running on
slides, but all removable at will, to re
store the whole to one graud room.
Cokes, sweetmeats and candies are
brought in with the tea, all put on the
clean matted floor (there are no seats) and
all squat or stretch out on the floor.
Wiudow GIush.
There are seventy establishments in
the United States devoted to the pro
duction of window glass. Twenty-seven
of these are in New Jersey ; the others
are scattered through New England, New
York, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Ohio
and elsewhere in the West. The capital
invested in the industry is about $6,000,
000 in New Jersey alone, while the an
nual produrtion!of that State is between
2.000.00Q and 3,000,000 boxes of the
various qualities and sizes of glass. The
window glass manufacturing interest iti
now tine of the principal ministries ot
this, country, and is destined to check
the importation of gloss" to America ; iu
fact,, many of the American manufactur
ers mre now exporting large quantities of
gl&f aand glassware.
tfj.iiiu nf Interest.
UUlMvi .ul'u o ,
pays) some are good for nothing.
mAtl OTA
Cuban money is coming up a nine.
Thirty dollnrs now buys a cheap pair of
boots.
-Kiru ova tlio oi-ent. men?" asks Ml
exchange. Perhnps they are at fat me.
picnics.
tjj a nnn a1 10.000 clasH eyes
are sold annually in tha Lnited States.
All - J ClUHnv,, Is
proportion of one-eyed people. .
It is estimated that Louisiana this year
.'ii u ,i,.f inn nnn hnlen of cotton.
200,000 hogsheads of sugar, 300,000 bar
rels of molasses and 150,000 pounds of
rice.
From many of the larger places in Con
necticut there is reported a large increase
in beer drinking within a year or two,
and a corresponding decrease in the use
of spirits.
Tweed's daughter, who manned Ma
ginnis in 1870, and whose wedding pre
sents cost $60,000, is now living in ab
solute poverty, the bridal presents and
finery having all been sent to the pawn
shops. Swearing on tlie Bible was first intro
duced into judicial proceedings by tho
Saxons abont A. D. 600. It was called
a corporeal oath because the witness with
his hand touched some part of the holy
scripture.
Fifty thousand shirts, on whi-Jh fliw
printed extracts from the Koran in bin
characters and as many woolen wnipf
coats, whereon is emblazoned the pro-
.-.V.At'a annl avn ViaiTIO TrinnnfACtlired Ul
tJ EC.., l' "jO "
Paris for the Turkish soldiers.
Her majesty Queen Victoria has been
pleased to appoint Lady Elizabeth
ti.1i;im n;,l,1iilrvli mt woman of the
a in 1 1 1 1 j " . ---
bedchamber. And they say it is beau-
. . . . . .ii l i
tiful to see Her tnRo a pillowcase petweeu
her teeth and slip the pillow in.
" I want five cents worth of starch,"
said a little girl to n grocer's clerk. The
clerk wishing to tease the child, asked:
" What do yon want five wnts' worth of
starch for?'' "Why, for five cents, of
course," she answered, and the clnrk
concluded to attend to his own business.
In the cemetery of Pere la Chaise, iu
Paris, there is a grave from which rises
a woman's arm, beautifully chiseled in
marble. The hand i clasped by another,
evidently a man's, that comes from an
ndjoining grave. It was the fancy of o
young husband who did not long survive
his bride.
A New Hampshire register of deeds
recently traced the name of Rollins back
two hundred years. Ho discovered that
within that period the spelling had been
changed nine timea,as follows: Bowlings,
Rowlings, Balins, Rallins, Rolins, Ral
ings, Ballings, Boilings, Rollins.
Did it occur to you," said he, timidly
leaning around the doorpost, "that n
steam engine and a trained clam are not
wholly unlike?" Mingled with the
racket produced by nn office chair vio
lently hurled after his vanishir.s form,
come certain confused sounds which re
sembled: "Because, yon see, they are
both controlled bivalves."
Why she wouldn't: A young lady was
at u party during which quarrels betweeu
man and wife were discussed. " I think,"
said nn unmarried older son, " that the
proper thing is for the husband to hnve
it out at once, nnd thus avoid quarrels
for the future. I would light a cigar in
the carriage after the wedding breakfast,
and settle the smoking question forever."
" I would knock the cigar out of your
mouth," interrupted the belle. "Do
you know, I don't think yon would be
there," he remarked.
Oh, the flies ! the horrible Hies '.
lluzning around like election Uoh ;
Dodging about like a maniac's dream,
Over the bnttcr and into the cream :
Holding oouveutions all over the bread,
Biting your ears and tickling your head ;
Crawling,
Buzzing,
Too busy to die,
Begone, thou buzzing, pestiferous fly !
Words of Wisdom.
Envy shooteth at others oud woHudeth
herself,
Most of our misfortunes are more sup
portable than the comments of our
friends upon them.
One ungrateful man does an injury to
all who are wretched.
Frowns blight young children as
frosty nights blight young plants.
A cheerful face is nearly as good for
an involid as healthy weather.
Be not hasty to cast off every asper
sion that is cast upon you. Let them
alone for a while, and then like mud on
clothes, they will rub off of themselves.
The memory of an eye is the most
deathless of memories, becuuse there, if
onywhtre, you catch a glimpse of the,,
visible soul as it sits by the window.
No charity should be extended to
those who are not as willing to do justice
as they are to receive it.
The wealth of a man is the number of
things which he loves and blesses, and
which he Is loved and blessed bj'.
TrnMioppiness is of a retired nature,
aud is nn enemy to pomp and noise. It
arises, in the first place, from the enjoy
ment of one's Self, nnd in the next, from
the friendship and conversation of a few
select companions.
The willow that bends to the tempest
often escapes better than the oak which
resists it, and so in great calamities it
sometimes happens that light and
frivolous spirits recover their elasticity
and presence of mind sooner than thoBO
of a loftier character.
Turklhh Proverbs. .
Rival; don't envy.
Sow wrong: reap remorse.
Envy is a sickness never cured.
Poverty is the companion of ambition.
Multiply your children: add to your
cares.
A stone from a friend's hand is worth
an apple.
Dear things are cheap, if you don't
recall the day yon bought them.
The word yon hold back is your slave.
tho word you aay i your mast r.
Make your equal your crony, aud be
thick with him who knew your father
aud grandfather.
Rendering-good for good, he is most
generous who begins; rendering evil for
evil, he ia most unjust who begins,