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HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher.
NIL DESPERANDUM.
Two Dollars per Annum.
VOL. VII.
EIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THUESD AY, SEPTEMBER "2lT, 1877.
NO. 32.
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A Silly Old Man.
'Mid all the nasty things that come to make
our tempers smart, ,
It's very nice in middlo age to have a ohildish
heart,
To feel although .yon've got a house, and
taxes coming due
The little Joys of early life possess a charm for
you.
My boys and girls are growing up ; I'm fifty in
a day )
And all the hair that Time has left has turned a
double gray ;
And yet I Jump and skip about and sing a song
of glee,
Because we're off to spend a month beside the
sounding sea,
Where I shall wear my Holland clothes, and
tuck them up and wade,
And buy myself an air-balloon, a bucket, and a
spado.
I've packed my box and corded it, and seen my
boys to bed,
And now I'm in the drawing-room and stand
ing on my head ;
I really can't contain myself, I shout and rub
my hands
Oh, won't I built a castle with a moat upon the
sands 1
I know this week I've lost a lot of money upon
'Change,
I know the kitchen boiler's burst and spoiled
the kitchen range,
I know my wife declares she wants another
hundred pounds ;
And I should weep and tear my hair bocanse
I've ample grounds ;
But visions of to-morrow's bliss bid all my
sorrows fade
There's comfort hi an air-balloon, a buckot,
aud a spade.
I ought to be a solemn chap, aud dress in black,
and frown,
And do as other fathers do when going out ef
town j
And swear that nil the packing up will send me
nearly wild ;
And when I reach the lovely sea I ought to take
a sent, .
Or w.ilk About a mile a day'and grumble at the
hent ;
But oli, I can't contain myself, I'm off my head
wi;h joy,
Anl won't I my trousers wet and be a
naughty boy,
For I thnll wear my Holland clothes, and tuck
them up and wade,
And buy myself ft:i uir-'ml'oon, a bucket, and a
spadp.
Moses Williams's "Boy."
The other uiglit when the dark clouds
rolled nj) in the West and the mutter of
distant thunder warned pedestrians to
seek shelter, a man sat on his bed of
straw and rags in the basement of an old
house on Franklin street. His wife was
buried four weeks before dead from
kicks, cufb, starvation and a broken
heart, and the four children who had
come to his kueo had each lived long
enough to realize that they had a wild
beast for ft father, and had then been
starved out of the world. The wife was,
perhaps, glad to die. Heaven and the
children were beyond the grave, she
hoped, whilo life was simply a dark mi l
night. The husband lay drunk in the
house when she died, nnd he had not one
word ot sorrow or regret. As the body
was being takeu out of the house for
burial a voice called out :
" Moses Williams won't live three
mouths, aud when he goes his death will
bo an awful thing to see !"
" You lie I'll live fifty years yet !"
he growled as he looked around to see
who had dared speak thus plainly to
such a burly big brute as he was. He
marked the speaker. It was a boy some
ton years old, having great blue eyes
and an old-manish dignity. He saw tliat
boy before him as plainly as you see
tnese wonts, and yet no boy was there I
No one else saw him, and when Big
Mose advanced to grasp the youth he
shut his lingers on nothing but air. The
boy was in plain sight of Mose, and yet
he could not grasp him nor kick him nor
hit him with missiles.
" The 'tremors' are coming on him !"
whispered one to another, aud they
began to draw away out of his sight.
"in come and jsit by you in your
dyiug hour !" said "the white-faced boy
to iiig JUose, and the half-drunken giant
was observed to run across the street
and strike at the air with savage ven
geance. Jiclirium tremens did not come, as
predicted. The man was still stout and
strong, and perhaps be drank less for a
few days. He crept in and out of his
den with halting step and red eyes, and
the family above moved out one day for
fear he might become insane and murder
them. Some days he slept the heavy
sleep of a drunkard, and then again he
leaned over thswbar of some low dive
and hoarsely said :
' Give mo something stronger some
thing that will burn like a red-hot iron
as it gurgles down the throat 1"
And the rumbling of the thunder the
other night broke a sleep which had
lasted for thirty hours such a sleep as
wild beasts indulge in during the weary
weeks of winter. He sat up and lis
tened, and as the flashes of lightning lit
up his face they found it deathly pale.
His ej es were wild and bloodshot, his
chin quivered, and he peered this way
and that through the gloom of the base
ment and felt afraid.
" I have come to sit with you," whis
pered a voice beside him, and Big Mose
almost screamed out in his sudden sur-
Erise, There was no light in the room,
ut the man knew that his visitor was
the strange boy who had warned him
weeks before.
" We are awful poor, but we must
have a light on this night 1" continued
the boy, as he moved about the room.
The light he placed on a rickety old
table was a piece of candle stuck into an
empty whisky bottle. The grease had
run down over the the bottle, and the
wick burned with a dull glare when
lighted.
"Boy 1 I'll kill you!" muttered Big
Mose, as he recovered from his first sur
prise. "That wouldn't be your first mur
der!" coolly answered the child, as ho
drew the only chair in the room up to
the bed and eat down.
The drunkard raised his fist and struck
with all his might, but the boy gat there
ust the same , a sad look upon his face
and a grieved expression to be read in
his big blue eyes.
" Don't you remember little Daisy?"
asked the boy in a solt voice, " don't
you remember how she was tossed upon
your knee, clasped in your arms and
kissed with a true father's love ? You
remember her, don't you ? And you re
member that when she was a babe you
had a house of your own, a store, lands,
and friends bythe hundred ?"
Daisy ? Daisy ? Daisy f yes, I re
member her," mused the drunkard.
" And you remember how you came
home drunk one night, fell over her
cradle in the darkness, and your heavy
knee crashed the life out of her little
body 1 You called it an accident, -but
your wife knew the truth. Almost from
that hour you began to go down hill. "
"I will kill you I will kill you 1"
hissed Big Mose, as he rose to his feet
and made a grasp at the boy. The child
did not move au inch, and yet no blow
could fall upon him.
" You remember the twin boys, Charlie
and Chester, don't you?" continued the
boy, in the same pleading tones. " Your
wife was grieving herself toward the
grave over your conduct, and your store
had been taken from you wlien they
came. Ah 1 they were rosy aud bright,
and color came again to the mother's
cheek as she taught them how to kiss.
How did they die, Mose Williams ?
Don't you remember how one night you
were fished out of the gutter, beastly
drunk, carried home by friends and left
on the steps f Your wife helped you into
the house, saying never a word, but her
eyes full of tears. Her forbearance
angered yon, and you seized the lamp
and hurled it at her head. It passed
beyond, struck the bed on jvhich the
children lay,and the flames which leaped
up and consumed half your house burned
those little bodies to a crisp 1 Answer
me, Moses Williams, do you remember
that awful night ? do the terrible cries
of the children and the fearful shrieks
of your poor wife como to your ears
as the sun goes down and the night
creeps on?"
" I I yon lie I'll get my knife and
kill yon!" shouted the excited man.
His face was white as chalk, his eyes
fairly blazed, and the truthful words
of the strange visitor were knives in his
heart.
I'll slash your throat across !" he
hissed, as he rose from the bed and
started to cross the room. He made one
step, baited, and then with a wild scream
he sprang on the bed and crowded back
close to the wall.
"Snakes? Yes, they are here," re
marked the boy; as he turned his head
toward the other end of the room. " See
them creep and twist ! Hear them snap
and hiss 1 There'll be more along pres
ently, aud it will be an awful sight to
look down upon them ! But let me finish
my story: The awful death of your
children had no effect on you. The
tears and prayers of your wife were un
heeded. The entreaties and arguments
of friends did not turn you oue hair's
breadth from your downward career.
The day came when you had nothing,
and the day came when a fourth child
wailed at your dreary hearthstone. Your
wife was in rags, your cupbonrd bare, and
through the broken panes the snow
flakes of December softly crept to chill
the poor child's soul ! Do you remem
ber those days, Moses Williams ? Days
when you even pawned the Bible from
the house, and robbed your wife of her
rags, that your beastly appetite might
be gratified for the moment ! Look at
me whilo I ask vou if you remember
how that child died !"
" Snakes ! More snakes !" whispered
Mose, pointing into the darkness.
"Yes, I see. How their eyes glitter
in the darkness! How their tongues
dart out and in like threads of fire ! But
do you remember that awful night in
midwinter when you slept on a tavern
bench, leaving wife and child without
food, fire or light? How the wind
screamed and howled that night ! How
the cold crept into the houses and mode
people shiver in their warm beds ! What
did you find when yon tumbled home
next day not with food or fuel, but to
beat and abuse" your patient wife aud go
back to your hell again ? The child was
dead, frozen to death, and your wife
had but little life left. She had burned
the straw in the bed to keep the icy hand
of death away, and had then wrapped
the babe in the tick. You murdered
that babe, Moses Williams ! Ah ( your
hands are red with blood the blood of
the innocent, the suffering, the patient
and kind 1"
" I'll throttle you I'll tear you limb
from limb !" howled Mose, as he sprang
from the bid.
The boy's great blue eyes looked into
his with pitying expression. The drunk
ard grasped at his throat, struck at his
faoe, and screamed in wild rage as his
hands touched nothing but thin air. A
sharp hiss at his feet mode him cry out
in terror, and as he sought refige on the
bed again the boy went on :
" Look around this room ! Bare
walls, broken floors, torn paper, great
spiders swinging from their webs in t1 e
dark corners ! To this den your crippled,
heartbroken wife followed you. Only
one in a million would have thus clung
to a fiend like you. All the kicks and
blows and cruel words and suffering of a
score of years had not been enough to
harden her heart against you. In this
dark and noisome den she hungered for
food and felt afraid of the dark shadows.
You crept down here timo after time and
beat her with your fists, and cursed her,
and sought to murder her. Do you re
member her death, Moses Williams?
Does it not come up to you bike letters
of fire how you staggered down here
one midnight and dragged her off her
dying bed and left her on the floor 1 1
breathe her last ! Her last words were
of her children and of you ! You have
lived on, glad that she was dead, but now
your hour has come I"
" Great God I but see there !" hoarse
ly whispered Big Mose as he pointed
across the room.
" I see them," calmly replied tlie boy.
" They weave to and fro ! They crawl
over each other ! Their eyes are growing
brighter ! The serpents delight in suoli
old dens as this 1 They hiss at the fat
spiders crawling along the walls they
doi t their red tongues at the strips of
mouldy paper swaying in the night
wind."
" I see devils !" shrieked the man as
be hid his face ia bis bands.
"Yes, they have come. They nre the
friends of the serpents. Both have
followed you for fifteen long years,
knowing that they would find you in
such a place as this at last. Do you
see their eyes dance with delight as they
come nearer? Do you see them wave
their bony . arms above their heads, as
they long to grasp you?"
"Keep them away don't let them
clutch me !" screamed Big Mose as he
drew the ragged quilt over his head and
nestled in the musty straw.
" It is terrible to die this way," mused
the strange boy as he looked around
him "The angels would hesitate to
come into such a place to bear away the
soul of an innocent babe. But this is
your end. You have murdered wife
and children ; you have turned the hap
piness of life into gloom of midnight.
You have been a curse to the world when
you might have been followed to the
grave by tears of sorrow that a good
man had passed from earth forever.
More devils are trooping in to gloat
over your miserable death more ser
pents are- writhing across the floor to
utter their hisses in your ear 1"
Big Mose flung the quilt away and
sat up and looked around him. Such
terror such awful horror never came
to human face before. The white froth
gathered on his lips his eyes glared
and as a writhing, hissing snake raised
its head above the bed the man spratig
to the floor with the scream of a wild
beast and dashed up the broken stairs.
The river was only a few hundred feet
away. Down the wet and deserted street
a shadow swiftly passed, halted for a
moment on the dark wharf, and then a wild
scream and a heavy splash startled the
watchman on a lone vessel anchored near
by. The echo of the wild shriek floated
back to the strange boy in the basement.
He waved his hand, and the serpents
glided away. He rose up, and the gob
lins hurried over the broken floors and
were lost to sight.
"It is the end," whispered the boy,
and the candle flickered, blazed up for
an instant, and then midnight darkness
swept into the old den and hushed every
sound embraced everything in its ghost
ly clutch. Detroit Free Press.
Curious Facts.
It is a very singular fact that the shark
is always preceded by a pilot fish, which
actnally performs the part his name in
dicates. This is a well-established fact,
tested again and again by sea capwins.
These fish attend the shark everywhere
and carefully direct his motions.
An artesian well in Ventura county,
Cal., spouts up fish. In a meeting of
the San Francisco Academy of Sciences,
specimens of the fish, supposed to be
trout, were presented. The well was
bored in 1871, and every year since has
thrown out immense quantities of
freshly spawned fish in April and May.
In the course of his rescarchas into
the habits of insects, it was found by
Lubbock that an ant, which has a large
number of larvfc to cany from one place
to another, goes and fetches several
other ants to help in the work, while, if
there are only a small number of larva,
but a few helpers are called.
Recent excavations at Big Boone
county, Ky., have brought to light au
immense number of animal remains.
Among them are immense teeth, tusks,
jaws with teeth in them, ribs, spinal col
umns in fact there are bones from
nearly every part of the mastodon, be
sides many that nre not like any ever
before found at that place.
The Banyan tree of India is sometimes
found to spread out as to show with one
parent trunk three hundred and fifty
stems descending, and again taking root
in the ground, each stem equalling a
large oak tree, while there are thousands
of smallar ones. This tree is bo expand
ed as to form a small forest of itself,
wherein 7,000 persons could stand.
Kentucky's claim to the title " dark
and bloody ground " is attested by the
numerous fortifications and warlike imple
ments to be found on her soil. Cast-metal
balls, from the size of a walnut to four
and six-pounders, have frequently been
unearthed, and under such circumstances
as to indicate that they were used by a
civilization long anteiior to our own.
The sea mouse is one of the prettiest
creatures that lives under water. It
sparkles like a diamond and is radiant
with all the colors of the rainbow, al
though it lives in the mud at the bottom
of the ocean. It should not be called a
mouse, for it is larger than a big rat. It
is covered with scales that move up and
down as it breathes, and glitter like gold
shining through a fleecy down, from
which fine, silky bristles wave, that con
stantly change from one brilliant tint to
another.
Sum Weller's Engagement.
"Now, in regard to the matter on
which I, with the concurrence of these
gentleman, sent for you," said Mr. Pick
wick " i list's the pint, sir," interposed
Sam : " out with it, as the father said to
the i hild, ven he swallowed the far
den -"
" We want to know in the first place,"
said Mr. Pickwick, " whether you have
any reason to be discontented with
your present situation."
" Afore I answers that 'ere question,
gen'l'men." replied Mr. Weller, "I
should like to know, in the first place,
vether you're a-goig' to purwide me
with a better."
A sunbeam of benevolence played on
Mr. Pickwick's features as he said r
" I have made up my mind to engage
you myself."
"Have you, though?" inquired Sain.
Mr. Pickwick nodded in the affirma
tive. "Wages ?" said Sam.
" Twelve pounds a year," replied Mr.
Pickwick.
" Clothes ?"
"Two suits."
"Work?"
" To attend upon me ; and to travel
around with me and these gentlemen
bere."
" Take the bill down," said Sam em
phatically. "I'm let to a single gentle
man, and the terms is agreed upou."
" You accept the situation ?" inquired
Mr. Pickwick.
"Cerfnly." replied Sam. "If the
clothes fits me half as well as the place,
bey '11 do."
Words of Wisdom.
Duty cannot be plain in two diverging
paths.
Unreasonable haste is the direct road
to error.
Obly the astrologer and the empyrio
never fail
Poverty makes some bumble but more
malignant.
There is nothing more frightful than
bustling ignorance.
A tedious writer is one who nses many
words to little purpose.
All religion and all ethics are sum
moned np in " Justice."
The magic of the tongue is the most
dangerous of all spells.
Active natures are rarely melancholy.
Activity nnd melancholy are incompati
ble. Show a haughty man that you do not
look up to him, and he will not feel that
he can look down.upon you.
The character of any particular people
may be looked for with best success in
their national works of talent.
Talk of fame and romance all the
glory and adventure in the world, are not
worth one hour of domestic bliss.
One can never by chance hear the rat
tling of dice that it doesn't sound to him
like the funeral bell of a whole family.
An avaricious man is like a sandy
desert, that sucks in all the rain, but
yields no fruitful herbs to the inhabi
tants. Value the friendship of him who
stands by you in the storm ; swarms of
insects will surround you in the sun
shine. Amongst men of the world comfort
merely signifies a great consideration for
themselves, and a perfect indifference
about others.
Of governments, that of the mob is
most sanguinary, that of soldiers the
most expensive, and that of civilians the
most vexatious.
There is not oue among us that would
not be worse than kings, if so continually
corrupted as tney are wiin a son oi ver
miu called flatterers.
Nothing doth so fool a man as extreme
passion. This doth make them fools
which otherwise are not, and show them
to be fools that are bo.
There is nothing so ravishing to the
proud and the great (with all their re
sources for enjoyment) as to be thought
nappy Dy wieir interiors.
Education is a better safeguard of lib
erty than a standing army. XI we re
trench the wages of the schoolmaster we
must raise those of the recruiting ser
geant.
A proper and judicious system of read'
ing is of the highest importance. Two
things are necessary in perusing the
mental labors of others : namely, not to
read too much, and to pay attention to
the nature of what you do read. Many
persons peruse books for the expressed
aud avowed purpose of consuming time;
and this ciass of readers forms by far
the majority of what are termed the
" reading public." Others, again, read
with the laudable anxiety of being made
wiser ; and when this object is not ot
tained the disappointment may generally
be attributed, either to the habit of read
ing too much, or of paying insufficient
attention to what falls upon their notice,
The sweetest, the most clinging affec
tion is often shaken by the slightest
breath of unkind ness, as the delicate
rings and tendrils of the vine agitated by
the finest air that blows in summer.
An unkind word from one beloved often
draws blood from many a heart which
would defy the battle-ax of hatred or the
keenest edge of vindictive satire. Nay.
the shade, the gloom of the face familiar
and dear, awakens grief and pam. Those
ore the little thorns which, though men
of a rougher form may make their way
through them without feeling much, ex
tremely incommode persons of a more
refined turn in their journey through
life, and make their traveling irksome
and unpleasant.
Quaint Methods of Punishment.
Mr. H. E. Scudder tells some quaint
things in Harper's Magazine concern
ing Mr. Gardner, the late master of the
Boston Latin school. His modes of
punishment were as various as the of
fences. One class had behaved, as he
thought, in a Billy, childish fashion.
He sent out for some muslin and con
fectionery, and drawing out the " house
wife," which he kept in a drawer of his
desk, made up little bags of candy.
which he presented to each boy. One
urchin in the first class, who had been
tormented by his neighbor in recitation
a teaming fellow finally lost his tem
per as his hair was twitched rather hard
er than before, and slapped his persecu
tor's face. It was at that moment only
that Mr. Gardner looked up. " There I
there!" said he, "Let's have a publio
exhibition. We must all see this per
formance. Boys, go up on the plat
form ;" and up they went to the great
stage at the end of the room. " Now,
W , you puU H 's hair," and the
first offender enjoyed a second twitch.
"AndH , you slap W 'a face,"
which was done, when the boys were
allowed to come back, crimsoned with
mortification.
RevHccinatlon.
The vexed question as to bow often
vaccination is needful is again discussed
by the London Lancet, the best English
medical authority, which distinctly dep
recates the frequent repetition of re
vaccination as being useless and tend
ing to unsettle the minds of people in
regard to its preservative power. It
states that revaccination, once sufficient
ly performed at or after puberty, yeed
never be repeated. The nurses and
other servants of the London Small-pox
Hospital, when they enter the service,
are invariably submitted to vaccination,
which in their case is generally revaccina
tion, and is never afterward repeated ;
and so perfect is the protection that,
though the nurses live in the closest
and most constant attendance on small.
pox patients, and though also the other
servants are in various ways exposed ti
speciul chanoes of infection, the res-,
dent surgeon of the hospital, during hi
forty-one years of office there, has never
known small-pox to affect any of these
nurses or servants.
FARM, UARDE3 AND HOUSEHOLD.
A few Ninble Uinta. ;
Thore are very many horses which are
made to suffer unnecessarily, or for a
prolonged period, through the want of
knowledge or neglect of the owner.
During the work season what numbers
of farm horses do we see with galled
shoulders, Vhich keep getting worse till
the bod condition of the collar and sad
dle galls makes it necessary to stop
work until they heal If a horse has
proper care, no galls will be made by
collar or saddle. The horse must be
well and regulaidy cleaned each day,
and the careful farm baud will give an
extra rubbing off, especially during
warm weather, noon and night. Before
commencing work the harness and collar
should be mode to fit properly ; if it is
found that the animal shows signs of
becoming galled, bathe the affected
parts two or three times a day, but not
while the animal is hot from work. And
right here we would say that we have
found that bathing the : shoulders of
work horses with water during the
season of hard work, hardens the skin,
and prevents any liability to become
chafed or galled. Prevention is always
preferable to cure. A galled back, on
account of the saddle being more opt to
chafe, is more difficult to remedy, espec
ially in driving horses. When a driving
horse gets a sore back under the carriage
saddle, do not pad it heavily with rags,
loosen up the bellybands, etc., expect
ing a cure that way, as some do, but dis
card the use of the saddle entirely till
the animal is entirely well, which can be
readily done by taking off the saddle,
bringingthe back strap np to the top of the
harness, where it is fastened. For '-'tugs"
or straps to hold up the shafts, use small
straps with loops in them for the ends of
the shafts, fastening the opposite ends of
the straps to the eyes in the harness
through which the lines go. Put on a
choke strap, use a surcingle for a belly
band to keep the shafts from sliding up,
and you have your rig complete. Wash
the effected ports of the horse well every
morning with a soft sponge and good
castile sonp, after which apply a mix
ture of suet, fresh lard, and lower of
sulphifr until the sore heals. If the ani
mals blood is impure which is readily
seen by the condition or- appearance of
the sores give a tablespoonful of the
flower of sulphur about two or three
doses in as many different days in a cut
mess, taking oare to . prevent the horse
from taking cold by driving fast and
then neglecting to cover, for the sulphur
effects a purification of the blood through
the pores of the skin.
For bruises and sprains on horses, the
best and simplest remedy we have found
is crude coal oil, just as it came from the
well with a small quanity of oil of spike
mixed with it. Vigorous rubbing should
accompany the application.
In regard to blistering and bleeding,
we must enter a protest, for we have
never yet found a necessity for doing
either, and have seen evil results follow
both practices. There may be necessi
ties for both, though we have never
found it with our horse stock. J). Z.
Evans Jr. in Practical Farmer.
Iteclpea.
Corned Beef and Cabiiaoe. Select a
good-sized piece of pretty fat aud tender
corned beef (the rump is the best), wash
it in hot water and pnt in a stew pan of
adequate size with fresh water to. its
height ; set to boil, skim thoroughly and
cover; then simmer slowly for about two
hours, according to size; remove the
grei nest leaves; quarter aud core two
cabbages, parboil five minutes, drain.
add to the beef and simmer about an
hour louger; drain and dith up the beef,
drain also tho cabbage, arrange them
around, and serve.
PRESERVED CuRKANTS FOR TaKTS.
Get your currants when they are dry,
and pick them; to every pound and a
quarter of currants put a pound of sugar
iuto a preserving pan with as much juice
of currants as will dissolve it; when it
boils skim it. and nut in vour currants.
and boil them till they are clear; put
tuem into a jar, lay paper over, tie them
uown, onu Keep mem in a ury piace.
Mangoes. Take green muskmelons.
and squash peppers before they become
red; take out tiie seeds and put them in
salt and water over night; then fill tliem
with onions chopped fine, horseradish
scraped fine, mustard seed and cloves;
sew them up, and put them into vinegar,
Tomato Figs. Take six pounds of sugar
to one peck (or sixteen pounds) of the
fruit; scald and remove the skin-f the
fruit in the usual way; cook them over a
nre, their own mice being sufficient with
out the addition of water, until the sugar
penetrates and they are clarified; they
are then taken out, spread on dishes.
flattened, and dried in the sun; a small
quantity of the syrup should be occasion
ally sprinkled over them while drying;
after which, pack them down in boxes,
treating each layer with powdered sugar;
the Byrup is afterward concentrated and
bottled -for use; they keep well lrom
year to year, and retain surprisingly their
flavor, which is nearly that of the best
quality of fresh figs; the pear-shaped or
single tomatoes answer the purpose best;
ordinary brown sugar may be used, a
large portion of which is retained in
syrup.
Waffles. One pound of butter melt
ed in a quart of milk, and ten eggs beaten
light; thicken the milk and butter with
sifted flour, and add the eggs and a little
salt; should be of consistency of pound
cake batter; add enough yeast to make it
rise, the quantity to be regulated by the
quality of the yeast. Set it to rise in a
warm place. To be eaten in the eveniug,
the waffles should be mixed early in the
morning in winter, and in summer at
midday. '
A Miser's Present.
A noted miser who felt obliged to
make a present to a lady entered a
crockery store for the purpose of making
a purchase. Seeing a statuette broken
into a dozen pieces, he asked the price,
The salesman said it was worthless, but
he could have it for the cost of packing
in a box. He rent it to the lady with
his card, congratulating himself ' that
she would imagine that it had been
ruined while on its way home. He
dropped in to see the effect. The
tradesman bod carefully wrapped each
piece m a separate bit of paper.
Faith it necessary to victory.
THE DEATH OF CRAZY HORSE.
How na Indian Chief lledBrenkln
Through Bayonets nnd then Mortally
Wounded with Ilia Own Knlfe-Hcenes
Alter Dentil.
A correspondent at the Bed Cloud
Agency in Nebraska describes the cap
ture and subsequent death of Crazy
Horse, a redoubtable Sioux chief, at
Camp Robinson. The correspondent
w- .. .
At Damp liobniBon, uoi. iiradiey,
commanding the District of tho Black
Hills, ordered the prisoners cmnfined in
the post guard house, and Capt. Ken
nington, the officer of the day, was
charged with its execution. The inter
preters seemed to anticipate trouble,
and noticeably- absented themselves.
Taking Crazy Horse by the hand, Capt.
Jienmngton led nun unresistingly lrom
the adjutant's office into the guard house,
followed by Little Big Man, now become
his chief's worBt enemy. The door of
the prison room was reached in safety,
when, discovering his fate in the barred
grating of the high windows, the liberty
loving savage suddenly planted his hands
against the upright casing, and with
great force thrust himself back among
the guards, whose gleaming bayonets in
stantly turned against him. With great
dexterity he drew a concealed knife from
the folds of his blanket, and snatched
another from the bolt of Little Big Man,
turning with them upon Capt. Kenning
ton, who drew his sword and would have
run him through but for another In
dian, who interposed. Many of them
were dismounted and were crowding
around the guard house door, some
protesting vehemently against his
confinement, while others coolly insisted
upon non-interference.
Jrazv Horse had advanced recklessly
throngh the presented steel, tho soldiers
fearing to fire, and gainiug tho entrance,
he made a leap to gain the open air.
But he was grappled by Little Big Man.
This Indian, as his name implies, is re
markable both for his small stature and
great strength; his double joints .would
secure him distinction, as well as a com
petence, in the arena. Crazy Horse,
though powerful, was neid in a vise,
until, freeing his right hand, he was ob
served to thrust a long, keen blade into
the musclar arm of his antagonist, who,
avoiding the full force of the blow by a
backward movement, reversed the hands
which contained the dangerous weapon,
and once more grasping Crazy Horse
as he made a second leap for his freedom,
the point accidentally pierced the quiv
ering groin of the chief, who sank in a
doubled-np posture upon the ground
outside the door.
Instantly every Indian present--and
about fifty had gathered near was ob
served to load aud cock his carbine; and
the silence that ensued was broken only
by the dark figure writhing in agony on
the gravelled earth, uutil an old Indian,
Crazy Horse's father, snddenly leaped
from his pony, and with bow aud arrow
in one hand, aud a cocked revolver in
the other, advanced upon Capt. Ken
nington. He was instantly burled upon
his back and disarmed by the friendly
Sioux, Reassured by this, the officers
and guard approached Crazy Horse to
convey him to tho guard room, this time
for medical attendance; but again their
movement was arrested by the click of
cocking carbines. What could they do ?
No interpreter was present, aud they did
not know friend from foe. In this emer
gency the Indiaus themselves motioned
to the open adjutant's office they had
just quit as a compromise between their
contending parties, and iuto this room
they were permitted to carry the pros
trate chief. Some of them subsequently
desired to convey him to au adjoining
village, but this request Col. Bradley re
fused to grant; and with the exception of
a guard of enlisted Indians, Touch-the-Cloud,
and Crazy Horse, Sr., the crowd
dispersed.
Until now it had been feared that the
wily chief was only " possuming," but
when his wound had beeu examined and
dressed, Dr. Maegillycuddy, the assistant
post surgeon, pronounced it fat:il.
Touch-the-clond, the old father of the
dying chief, aud several officers remained
until the end, which approached slowly
and painlessly under hypodermic injec
tions of opium or morphine. He never
rallied, and only once spoke, indistinctly
about bayonets.
At about three in the morning, Crazy
Horse's mother, a withered old hag, who
was not yet aware of his death, was
challenged by the outposts and admitted
to the room. Her outbursts of grief, in
which she was joined by her husband,
seemed uncontrollable. They tore their
gray hair, and shrieked so as to alarm
the garrison. Finally they became
quieter, and settled in a crooning manner
on their knees, bending over and caress
ing the prostrate and lifelesi form, both
chanting, in an indescribably weird man
ner, the now famous Sioux death song.
The deep guttural of the one blended
wildly with the shrill treble of the other,
and both wero cracked by age. No one
who witnessed or beard the old couple
in their savage devotion can forget the
sad scene, or their strangely impressive
and mournful dirge. Touch-the-Cloud
several times grunted : " Washte 1'
" Good !" And once, pointing to the
corpse, be said: "That is'ouly the tipi
(lodge); the rest bos gone to the Great
Spirit in the happy bunting grounds 1"
A Chapter of Horrors.
The following incidents of one day's
life in Baltimore, were telegraphed to
the New York Herald one Suuday:
An extraordinarv chauter of horrors
occurred here to-day and to-night.
William Herman blew his brains out
on the street.
Joseph McCarthv. a boy. was disem-
bowled by a street car, and died .in ten
minutes.
Frank Beatty, a blind convict, who
was serving out a ten years' sentence for
attempted murder of Fanny Cole with a
hatchet, attempted to murder a fellow-
convict in the penitentiary and then cut
his own throat, tie will probably aie.
An unknown man was beheaded by a
train on the Northern Central railway
near the city.
George It. Dumbleton fell from a
third story window and was found a
corpse.
A boy bad bis skull fractured by a
kick lrom a noise, and win aie.
At midnight a man attacked another
violently.and while handling a pistol ao
cidentauy snot a child.
-;Itcms of Interest.
Indians are not at' all contagious.
They are very difficult to catch.
It is not supposed that the crop of
Centennial anniversaries will be spoiled
by the early frosts.
' The annual product of all the cotton
making establishments in this country is
valued at nearly 82,000,000.
There is man somewhere whose mem
ory in so short that it only reaches to
his knees, therefore be never pays for
his boots.
Sharks won't bite a swimmer who
keeps his legs in motion. If you con
keep kicking longer than a shark can
keep waiting, you'll be all right.
The squirrels ore so numerous ond
destructive in some portions of Kentucky
that the farmers are Offering a premium
for scalps. Some hunters kill fifty squir
rels a day.
Of the 1,835,000,000 acres of land which
constitute the States and Territories of
this country, 1,154,000,000 acres ore yet
to be explored and surveyed. This work
is progressing at the rate of 26,000,000
annually.
That boy that took a hornet's nest,
and undertook to carry it home, think
ing he had a bag of treasures, lost the
bag on his way, but succeeded in getting
the hornets to accompany him to his
destination.
'Do you ploy the piano?" he asked
her. "I play that I play sometimes,"
she answered " but when I play I am
not playing, then I play better than I
play when playing. When I play play
it is sorry playing, and sorry playing is
a contradiction, so 1 do not play at an.
A St. Louis policeman who was at
tempting to arrest a man for cruelty to his
mule, incautiously came in the rear of
tho ill-treated animal, and the ungrate
ful brute, with characteristic prompt
ness, struck out from behind with his
feet, and so disabled the policeman that
he will be conhued to his house for a
month.
Three English women recently distin
guished themselves in the Forest of
Dean. They attacked a grocer. One of
them brushed him down with a tar
brush; another poured down his back
the contents of a pot of tar, and the third
bound him up to his neck with tarred
cloth. The grocer complained and the
women wero fined.
In Louisiana county, Virginia, last
week, a Miss Knuckles died after a
painful illness. Her sister come into
the room where tho body was lying and
threw herself upon the bed in a paroxysm
of grief, and, as wos supposed at the
time, fainted. When her friends made
on effort to revive her it was found that
she was dead.
RED CHEF.K8.
Oh lovelier than the light that hreaks
At morn, o'er Caahraero'seairy lake,
Is the ooft hue that shames tho roses,
And on my lady's cheokropopcs.
That winey tint goon leaves the rose ;
But on her cheek perpetual glows,
Love's fiery shade. Fair little syren,
She would bewitch tho heart of liyron.
Upon her pearly cheeks, divine,
The soul of Beauty o'er does shine,
Because all silly joys forsaking,
Bhe stays at homo and docs the baking.
Joseph Dumond murdered a woman
and two children in Merced county, Cul.,
and a reward of 500 was offered for his
delivery to the authorities, "dead or
alive." Two white men and two Indians
started in pursuit. The fugitive was
tracked to his hiding place, where he
had made breastworks of logs. The
pursners advanced incautiously, r.ud
Dumond killed the Indians and one of
the whites with his rifle, but he fell
mortally wounded, and his body was
corried away by the only survivor of the
contest in order to secure the reward.
Rainy Days.
"Saints have been calm whon stretched upon
the rack,
And Montezuma smiled on burning coals ;
But never did housewife notable
Greet with a smile a rainy wattling day !"
Nor could she ever be reconciled to
the thought that this world was not made
to hang clothes lines on, and that the
wind " which whistleth about contiuu- .
ally " is no respecter of wet linen.
One rainy day nurses more amiability
than half a dozen dry ones. It makes
the folly of ill-humor so manifest. There
is no use trying to " fret or spleen "
against a rainy day, for the sky relents
no more than a cope of lead, and its
watery issues rather thicken than fall.
A dull spectacle ! And yet it has ad
vantages. Was it of ' a gadding, sun
shiny day, think yon, when the world
aud his wife were abroad, und all crea
tures parted, that Homer
" Heard tho Iliad and the Odyssey
Itise to the swelling of the voicef ul sea V"
No ! surely not. It is to rainy days
that we owe the conception of most good
and great thinkings, sayiugs and doings
a day that solicits not or tickles the
sense, plays no fantastic tricks with sun
beams, but stands over you with the
vast, gray, motionless, thought-molded
aspect of au Egyptian sphinx. hat a
foster-mother of studious thought 1
Give me a rainy day for close and con
tinuous thought, and a rainy day for
one of those quiet, almost uncouscionnble
naps, when the "patter-patter" of tho
" rain on the roof lures you iuto sweet.
lovely dreamland, far from the busy
world with its flurry ond sunshine.
Scrap Book.
Business on the Brain.
The Virgiuia (Nev.) Chronicle is
responsible for this story : Last night
the wife of Justice Moses was aroused
from a sound sleep by a stern voice :
Are you ready for trial, 1 say ? '
" Hush ! Don't make a noise, or else
you'll wake the baby," she replied, en
deavoring to soothe him.
" Don t talk back to this court." be
vociferated. "If you've got any wit
nesses, bring 'em on, but let your lawyer
ao tne taming.
" Why, Tom, bow you do take on !
What is the matter t"
" I send you np for sixty days that's
what the matter. Here, Enders, take
her away. Now I'm ready for that petty
larceny case. Bring up the prisoner."
And, jumping out of bed, he started
toward the next room to summon a jury,
but fell over a rocking chair, barked his
shins, woke up, and asked bis wife what
was the matter, anyhow.