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HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher
NIL DESPER ANDTJ M.
Two Dollars oer Annum.
VOL. VIII.
MDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA., THUBSDAY, AUGUST 29, 1878.
NO. 28.
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The Foreclosure of the Mortgage.
Walk right in the settin'-room, Deaoon it'l all
in a muddle, yon lee,
But I hadn't no heart to right It, bo I've jest
let everything be.
Besides, I'm going to-morrer I ealk'late to
start with the dawn
And the house won't seem bo home-like if it'l
all upsot and forlorn.
I sent off the children this tnornln' : they both
on 'em begged to stay,
But, I thought 'twould be easier, mebbe, if I
was alone to-day.
For this was the very day, Deaoon, jest twenty
year ago,
That Caleb and me moved in t so I couldn't
f orgit it, you know.
We was so busy and happy I we'd been mar
ried a month before
And Caleb would dear the table and brush up
the kitchen floor.
He said I was tired, and he'd help me i but
law 1 that was always his way
Always handy and helpful, and kind, to the
very last day.
Don't you remember, Deaoon, that winter I
broke my arm ?
Why, Caleb skursely left me, not even to 'tend
to the farm.
Thero night aud morula' I saw him, a-eettln'
so elose to my bed, r
And I knew him in spite of the fever that made
me so wild in my head,
He never did nothin' to grieve me, until he
left me behind
Yes, I know, there's no use in talkin', but
somehow it eases my mind.
And he cot such store by you, Deaoon, I needn't
tell you now,
But unless he had your jedgment, he never
would buy a cow.
Well, our cows is gone, and the horse too-
poor Caleb was fond of Jaok.
And I cried like a fool this mornin' when I
looked at the empty raok-
I hope he'll be kindly treated t 'twould worry
poor Caleb so
If them Joneses should whip the cretur but I
s'pose he ain't like to know.
I've thinkiu' it over lately, that when Mary
sickened and died,
Her father's sperit was broken, for she was
alius bis pride.
He wasn't never so oheery ; he'd smile, but the
smile wa'n't bright,
And he didn't care for the cattle, though once
they'd been bis delight.
The neighbors all said be was ailin', and they
tried to hint it to me ;
TheyM lulled of a church-yard cough ; but,
oh ! Via blind are thoBe who won't see.
I fctvor Leliced he was goin' till I saw him
r-!u:.i' here dead.
There, titk's 1 don't be anxious, Deaoon ; I
haven't no tears to shed.
I've tried to keep things together I've been
slavin' early and late
But I couldn't pay the int'rest, nor git the
farm-work straight.
MU Ul uuuiM X Vtf gUUO UOUlllUUCMau, M4V At UM
farm Bhould sell
For enough to pay the mortgage, I s'poso 'twill
be doing well.
I've prayed ag'innt all hard feelin's, and to walk
as a Christian ought,
But it's hard to see Caleb's children turned
out of the place he bought ;
And readin' that text in the Bible 'bout wilows
and orphans, you know,
I can't think the folks will prosper who are
willing to see us go.
But there I I'm keepin' you, Deacon, and it's
nigh your time for tea.
Won't I come over ?" No, thank you ; I fed
better alone, you see.
Besides, I couldn't eat nothin' ; whenever I've
tried it to-day
There's eomethin' here that chokes me. I'm
narvous, I s'pose you'll say.
"I've worked too hard?" No, I haveu't,
Why, it's work that keeps me strong ;
If I sot here thinkin' I'm sartin my heart
would break before long.
Not that I care about livio'. I'd ruther be laid
away
In the place I've marked beside Caleb, to rest
till the jedguient-day.
But there's the children to think of that
makes my dooty clear,
And I'll try to follow it, Deaoon, though I'm
tired of this earthly speer,
Oood-by, then. I shan't forgit you, nor all the
kindness you've showed ;
'Twill help to cheer me to-morrow, as I go on
my lonely road,
For What are you sayin', Deaoon. I needn'i
I needn't go ?
Tcu've buught the mortgage, and I can stay if
Stop t say it over slow.
Jest wait now just wait a minute I'll take it
in bime-by
That I can stay. Why, Deaoon, I don't see
what makes me ory I
I haven't no words to thank you. If Caleb was
only here,
He'd seen a head for speakln', he'd make my
feeliu g dear.
There's a picter in our old Bible of an angel
from the skies,
And though he hasn't no-great eoat, and no
spectacles on his eyes,
He looks jest like you, Deaoon, with your smile
so good and trew,
And whenever I see that picter, 'twill make me
think of you.
The children will be so happy ! Why, Debby
will 'most go wild:
She fretted so much at leavin' her garding be
hind, poor child !
And, law ! I'm as glad as Debby, ef only for
jest one thing
Now I can tend the posies I planted there last
spring
On Caleb's grave : he loved the flowers, and it
seems as ef he'll know
They're a-bloomin' all around him while he's
sleepin' there below.
Mr. JS. T. CorbeU, in Barptr'g Uagatint.
AFTER MANY YEARS.
"It's always the same thing, cutting
wood, fetching water, and running er
rands for mother's boarders. It's Here
Toml' 'There Tom!' 'Look sharp, boy!'
from morning until night, till I'm fairly
discouraged. Most of them are civil
enough, but that detestable CoL Monk
ton speaks to me as if I was a dog. I'm
as much a gentleman born as he, though
. , s naru
for her, brought up as she was in wealth
and lnxurv: and if it wun't tk.t
i a HUB.
Deeds so much, I'd leave here
Bwrrow,"
she
to-
The lad's bright, handsome fnce grew
dark and sullen. He was half reclining
under a tree, gazing out over a vest ex
panse of rippling waves J for Fair-view,
where his mother lived, was a seaboard'
village, It was not a fashionable resort,
by any means, but a kind of fishing
hamlet, where persons of small means
und quiet tastes came for their summer
holiday.
"I'm full seventeen, and am Just rust
ing away here," he continued. "I could
do better for mother and mvself anv-
where else. But I'm nothing here but a
waiting-boy for that tippling, red-faced
Monkton. What a drunken beast he is,
with his bottle of whiskey every day I
And I'm to fetch it to him, and be sworn
at II lie s out of temper 1 Mother's al
ways talking to me about my furious
temper, and it is violent. I knows but
somehow old Monkton makes me bad all
over whenever I go near him."
"What are you doing there, you lazy
rascal ?" shouted a horse, cracked voice
from an upper window which overlooked
the tree uuder which Tom Oourtney was
lying. "I sent yon after my whiskey au
hour ago, and there you are yet. Better
be off, or I'll make the place warm for
you!"
The boy sprang up, his face crimson
with rage and mortification. The furi
ous temper his mother deplored had
mastered him.
"Go aftor your liquor yourself 1" he
cried. "I'm ashamed to be packing
your dnuhs through the street. It s a
d internee to mother's house to have a
tippler like you in it, and I won't be
your lackey any longer."
Col. Monkton for a few minutes
seemed dumb with astonishment. But
his first impulses when he recovered his
senses, was to hurl a large water-pitcher
at the boy's head.
It missed him, but, striking against
the trunk of the tree, was shivered.
At the uoiso, two gentlemen who were
bonrding at the house put their heads
out of their windows, and Mrs. Courtney,
Hastening through the front yard, en
denvnrod to lead her son into the house.
" Eor my sake, my boy 1" she cried,
in an agony.
He unclaRped her hands, and shook
his list at his antagonist, his eyes.blaz
ing with rage.
" Yes, I repeat, you're a disgrace to
any decent house with your oaths and
vulgar words, and drunken ways. If
you were not an old man, I'd horsewhip
you oiat of it I
" I'll go in now.mother. I've said what
I Lad to say.
"Yes, mother," he repeated, when
they were in her room, " he is a disgrace,
and you know it, if he is the only one
who pays liberally for his board."
"Couldn't we hove got rid of him
without all this trouble?" said the
mother, still trembling and unnerved
by jhe soene. " O Tom, Tom 1 after all
. ll V-
control, is that ungovernable temper of
yours always to master you V
Tom hung his head.
"But, mother," he said, "I couldn't
stand the names be called me. 1 sup
pose the Oourtney blood is not quite
out of my veinB, if we do keep boarders,
You see now it's best for me to leave
here. I'm nothing but a servant, and
an ill-used one at that. Any stout,
strong boy can do all I have to do, It
will be best for you, too, mother, in
every way. if you d only think so. 1 11
make money for you ; and then you
won t be always dreading that L shall
get you into trouble by my temper."
Mrs. Oourtney shooklher head sadly.
" You won't leave your temper behind,
my boy, I'm afraid. Bnt perhaps you
are right. I may have kept you here
too long. Uut on, Tom, it e so bard to
give up all 1 have in the world.
She was a widow, and he was her only
child. In his delight at his mother's
consent, Tom was utterly unconscious
of the pain it cost her to give it. He
was riotous in his expression of delight.
He clasped his arms around, her neck
and kissed her careworn face.
" Mammy mine," he cried, "you've
made a man of me I Look upon our
fortune as made. You shall play the
lady once more, and wear velvet and
lace as in the old times that is, when
my ships come in.
"Oh, you needn't smile I They're
bound to come in Eome day, for I've
made up my mind to succeed, and you
say yourself 1 never fail when I try.
Yes, you've saved me, for there was
murder in my heart when that old mman
abused me. I don't think anything he
could say now could move rue."
" You don't eh, you young vagabond?"
cried the well-known hoarse voice ; and
turning, Mrs. Oourtney and her son
saw Col. Monkton standing on the
threshold, with a large horse-whip in
his hand, and his red face purple and
swollen with passion.
" Can't be moved by anything I say,
eh?" And the colonel advanced into
the room. " Perhaps, young sir, some
thing I can do will move you. I'll
teach you to insult gentlemen I"
And before Tom Oourtney fairly took
in his meaning, a cutting lash descended
upon his shoulder.
With a ory like that of a furious ani
mal, Tom threw himself upon his an
tagonist. Col. ' Monkton was an old
man, but tall, and being still powerful,
the straggle was a violent one.
The screams of the widow brought the
other gentlemen from their rooms ; but
when they entered, Tom had freed him
self from CoL Monk ton's grasp, and
pushed him violently against the wall,
upon striking which, he had fallen
heavily on the floor, where he was now
lying in an unconscious condition.
breathing with a strange sound.
" You've killed him, I believe," said
one of the gentlemen who had been ex
amining the fallen man. " At least, I
think be s dying. Here, Miles, ruu for
the doctor. He's at the next oottage."
" O my boy ! my boy 1" moaned Mrs.
Oourtney, wild with terror.
Bewildered, and hardly knowing
what he was doing, Tom fled from the
room.
' You've killed him!" rang in his ears
as he ran towards the beach. Was he
indeed a murderer, he kept asking him
self as he hurried on. i
Borne distance from the shore a
schooner was preparing to saiL
" It a the Minnie," be muttered,
" bound for Galveston. I beard yes
terday she was short of bao'U. I'll l'ip
on her."
As in a dresnv. hS hastened down to
his o b little skiff, looking around with
terror to see if he was pursued. He
loosened the rope, jumped in, and in a
few minutes was on board the Minnie,
and soon out of sight of Fairview.
Then for the first time he realised his
situation' and his mother's desolation.
At thought of his mother's tears, he
would have returned at any hazard; but
it was too late.
In the meantime, the physician who
had been summoned hastily entered the
room where Oolonel Monkton still lay,
everyone being afraid to move him.
"Just what I expected," said Dr.
Lyle, bending over the purple swollen
face. " These cholerio, stout, drinking
old men generally end- in this way.
Apoplexy, madam, and not the first
attack. This one, I fear, is going to be
fatal.
' Then it's not ohl it's not " And
Mrs. Oourtney, unable to finish her sen
tence, gasped for breath,
" Whet does she mean?" asked Dr.
Lyle of ore of the gentlemen present
" Her son Tom had a scuffle with the
oolonel when he fell, and she was afraid
he had hurt him."
Dr. Lyle turned again to the prostrate
bodv and examined it carefully.
"Not a bit of it, madam," he said. "I
dare say his fit of passion and the exer
tion hastened the old man's end. But
it was bound to come. I told him yes
terday, when he complained of his head,
that unless he threw his liquor out of
the window, and held bis temper in
check, be wouldbt live six months.
True prophet, you seel"
Mrs. Courtney tottered to her room,
and there on her knees offered up a
fervent prayer of thanksgiving that from
blood-guilt, at least, her son was free.
But now, alarmed at his absence, she
searched for him, in the house, the
garden, and then, with swift steps, she
went through the village, asking every
one she met if they bad seen I om.
No, he had not been seen that morn
ing.
Old Nathan, a weather-beaten sailor,
who had just brought in a load of fish,
heard her question, aud answered it.
'Lookhv for Tom, mistress ? I seed
him, about an hour ago, goin' aboard
the Minnie, jest as she was gettin under
way. Sb.e s iest started on a cruise,
But I wouldn't take on, mistress. Tom's
a bright boy, and a handy one. He'll
most like come back twice the man he
was when he started.
So he had gone, and with a fancied
load of guilt on his poor young shoulders!
Mrs. Oourtney felt as if her burden was
more than she could bear.
She had a faint hope he would write to
her, and for days, weeks and months she
haunted the post-office. At last she
went as if mechanically, and without
asking a question would look at the
nostmnRter. He understood the lnnkr
ana would answtu,
"Nothing to day, ma'am."
Bnt about six months after -Tom's
departure, she had no sooner entered
the office than a letter was placed in her
band.
"Come at last, ma'am," said the cheery
postmaster, "and it's Tom's handwrit
ing. Hit right down here and read it,
You're all in a tremble, and you can't
walk uome yet.
Yes, it was from Tom. He was in
Galveston, and had made several trips
on tne Minnie to dinerent ports.
"Do you know, mother," he wrote,
"L ye been afraid to write to yon, fear
ing it might give the clew to my where
abouts. But I've a friend here, a young
lawyer, and be tens me i was a simple
ton to run away as l did. Col. Monk
ton made the first attack on me, and no
law could bring me in guilty of murder.
"I've often wondered how the one
blow which knocked him up against the
wall could have killed him. It was the
first I gave him after I got away from
his grasp. I know I'm really guilty. I
wanted to kill him, and his blood is
on my hands.
"I'm going for a long cruise on the
coast of Africa, in the Albatross, and
when I return I'll come back to Fair
view. For I feel that I muBt see you,
whatever the consequences may be.
"I will write when I can; but as I do
not know the course we are to take, or
the ports we are to touch at, I cannot
tell you where to address your letters.
In two years I will be at home."
Thankful for the letter, Mrs. Courtney
took up the broken threads of her life,
and tried to fill it with the old interests
and the old duties.
But the two years spread to four, and
no further tidings came fiom Tom.
The mother's hair turned gray, and her
eyes lost their light It was such a
weary work waiting and watching for
what never came !
She knew by heart all the shipwrecks
on the African coast, and the plagues
which desolated it Where so many lost
their lives, how could she expect her
boy would escape ? Hod he been alive,
he would surely have written.
' I shall never seen my boy in this
world," she would think in her hours of
despondency.
The seventh Christmas after Tom's
departure found Mrs. Oourtney not only
sick, but without means to de'ray the
necessary expenses of her illness. It
was raining and blowing without, and
the invalid shivered over her wretched
fire of drift-wood, just brought in by a
kind neighbor.
"It's come at last," she murmured,
with her sad, patient smile" the pover
ty I've fought against so hard and so
long. I had hoped to die and be with
my boy before this hour came upon me.
But why should I murmur ? He doeth
all things well ? I will trust Him even
if He"-
As she spoke, the door was thrown
open, and a figure sprang forward. It
was muffled up, and the face was
bronzed and changed, but the mother
knew her eon, and lay Bobbing in his
arms.
No questions were asked or answered.
It was enough for them both that they
were together once more. But after a
long time he told of the loss of his ves
sel, and of a long tedious sickness on
the ooast He had written and sent
money when he could, though the letters
never reached her.
"But I've risen, mother, till I am
now first mate of the Vampire, and your
bad days are over. Yes, I heard in the
village that old Monkton die of appo-
plsxv, acd I
va tpai i aid sol
kill him. I thank Him, too. that I am
cured of my terrible temper; or, at least,
that it never quite masters me now.
It has been a cruel lesson to bo'.h of
us." And Mrs. Oourtney shuddered.
But why to yon, mother?" he oried,
vehementlyi ' You, innocent and good,
should hot' have suffered for my wrong
doing. That docs not seem to me right
or juBt."
" Hush, hush, my boy j she answer
ed, solemnly.
" O my son I my pride in you and my
weak over-indulgence deserved chastise
ment. But all my sorrow is forgotten
now; and God is indeed good to US
both.'
Edison arid the Unseen Universe.
Hitherto man's knowledge of the ex
tent of the universe has been bounded
by the limits of vision. During the day,
when the range of sight is narrowed by the
sttn's excessive brightness, we see but a
minute fraction of the little world we in
habit At night a wider reach of vision
is possible, and some thousands of stel
lar and planetary bodies are added to
the domain of positive knowledge, thus
enlarging enormously man's idea of the
magnitude of the universe. But the in
crease of knowledge which darkness re
veals is almost infinitesimal compared
with the wider view of the universe
opened up by the telescope; and every
addition to the telescope's penetrative
power brings a larger and larger universe
within our ken.
Thot the most powerful of telescopes
enables us to reach the limit of the uni
verse no one imagines. See as muoh as
we may, more perhaps infinitely more
lies beyond. So, at least, all experi
ence leads us to infer; but our positive
knowledge ends with the limit'of vision.
Must this always be so? Hitherto
science has given no hint of the possi
bility cf exploring the vast and mysteri
ous beyond, from which no visible ray of
light has ever been detected, or is ever
likely to be detected, by the most far
reaching and sensitive of optio aids.
But bow there comes a promise of an
extension of positive knowledge to fields
of space so remote that light is tired out
and lost before it can traverse the inter
vening distance. A new agent or organ
of scientifio sense for space exploration
has been given to the world in the tasi
meter, by which it is possible not only
to measure the heat of the remotest of
visible stars, but, Mr. Edison believes,
to detect by their invisible radiations
stars that are unseen and unseeable I
Mr. Edison's plan is to adjust the tasi
meter to its uttn st degree of sensitive
ness, then to attach it to a large tele
scope, and so explore those parts of the
heavens, which appear blank when ex
amined by telescopes of the highest
penetrative power, li at any point in
suoH blank spacA t.w imto' uHot
an accession of temperature, and does
this invariable, the legitimate inference
will be that the instrument is in range
with a stellar body, either non-luminous
or so distant as to be beyond tbe reach
of vision assisted by the telescope; and
the position of such body can be fixed
and mapped the same as if it were visi
ble. Seeing that the tasimeter is affected
by a wider range of etherio undulations
than the eye can take cognizance of , and
is withal far more acutely sensitive, the
Erobabilitities are that it will open up
itherto inaccessible regions of space.
and possibly extend the range of our
real knowledge as far beyond the limit
attained by the telescope as that is be
yond the narrow reach of unaided vision,
Possibly, too, it may bring within human
ken a vast multitude of nearer bodies
burnt-out suns or feebly-reflecting plan
ets now unknown because not lumin
ous. Scientifio American.
Foreign Bodies in the Nose and Ears.
Dr. Mason, in a lecture on the Sur
gery of the Face, published in the Lan
cet, says that foreign bodies, such as
cherry stones, locust beans, brass rings.
slate pencils, screws, buttons, pieces of
wood, peas,-etc, are not unfrequentlv
met with in the aural and nasal cavities
of children, and even of adults. Suoh
substances have been known to remain
in one or other of these cavities for near
ly a lifetime, causing little or no incon
venience. Thus a case is related of a
lady from whose nostril a foreign body
was dislodged during the aot of sneez
ing. It was found to be a button which
had belonged to her little brother when
they were both infants. Another case
is recorded in whioh a piece of slate
penou was removed from the lad v s ear.
and which had been put there when she
was at school forty years before. And
a third instance, in which a cherry stone
bad been in an ear for sixty years. A
case is recorded of a gentleman, acred
forty-one, from whose ear a piece of
cedar wood was removed by syringing.
The patient remembered distinctly the
fact of an introduction when he was a
boy at school, at least thirty years
previous. No attempt had been made
to extract it, and it had not troubled
him until now.- It occasionally happens.
however, that a good deal of inflamma
tory action is set up by the foreign bodv.
as in the case of a girl who was nndi r
the author's care in the hospital, to
which she had been admitted on account
of a small stone in her ear. She subse
quently had paralysis of the facial nerve.
A case is reported of a child who not
only had facial palsy, but died of menin
gras, caused by tbe presence of a locust
bean in the ear. Living larvae have
been found in the meatus of the ear.
Dr. Routh publishes suoh a case. The
patient was a gentleman who three
years before was tormented by a fly near
his ear. Convulsions followed the pres
ence of the larvae, but the patient re-
ooverea, aitnougu be remained deaf.
Dr. Blake of Boston, has seen four suoh
oases. A case is reported which shows the
curious course taken by a pin that had
peen introduced iTto tne external meatus.
It passed through tbe middle ear. roba
bly along the Eustachian tube, and was
extracted by the patient from her throat
dj booking it with ner nnger.
" A little four year old, bright eved
K'ti, wao nas iiuiiu a luue garden ali
for herself, was asked by an older sister
j i 5 , , i i .
u sub oian s expeu guoa many p route
from it Sde quickly replied with great
diomitv What ara vnn inlVino .Knn
prophets for on week days ? Don't you
Irnnw ila nil Inn, m rtn a. x
uvn vuvj mtt "ft", ai(if WOUI Q
oeaven in enanow oi nrs j-
TIMELY TOPIC.
A WAafain lmif liifiiirnnrt enmnanv r-A-
cently paid $19,000 for damages to crops
in one .Minnesota county.
Franoe and Switzerland exhibit more
Clocks attd watches at the Paris Exposi
tion than all the other countries put
together.
The entrails of cattle are now manu
factured into cord, rope, round and flat
belting, and other material where extra
ordinary strength is required.
fiena Willis, a colore! (tirl. died a few
minutes after being baptized in Wilkes
county, Georgia. She was overheated
when she went into tne water.
An Tllinnin lawver. who charged a
widow $25 for making out a bill of sale,
reduced his bill to 03 after the widow's
brother had taken off his coat
On one day recently there were sixty-
four steamers, fifty ships, seventy six
brigs, 223 barks, and 142 schooners,
lying at the port of New York waiting
for cargoes.
A woman of Steele County. Minn.
had her husband and son killed by light
ning five years ago. She married again.
and ber second lord was killed oy ligut
bibg last week.
A man recently died in his bed at
Peckham, England, from suffocation
produced by eating a hearty supper.
The undigested food had risen and
choked him to death in his sleep.
The longest daily mail and stage line
in the United States, 1,600 miles from
Fort Worth, in Texas, to Fort Yuma,
on the Colorado river, has been formally
inaugurated with a procession of Con
cord stages drawn by 200 horses.
Figures founded on the nominations
made indicate that there will, be 800
regular candidates in the field for the
293 seats in the Forty-sixth United States
Congress, although in many southern
districts there is no opposition to the
Democratic candidates.
It is a very remarkable circumstance
in the native country of wheat that oats,
barley and rye should be entirely un
known. This has led to the opinion by
some naturalists that all our cereal plants
are artificial productions, obtained acci
dentally, but retaining their habits.
whioh have become fixed in the course
of ages.
' Annordinsr best "utlioritioo, the
entire population of the earth is now
1.439.145.300. broadly divided as fol
lows: Europe, 812,398.480; Asia, 831,-
uuu,uuu; Africa, 2UD,Uiy,500; Australia
and Polynesia, 4 411,300; North and
South America, 86,1 16,000. The human
race as a whole is increasing slowly in
numbers.
The publisher of an esteemed contem
porary on Mouut Washington prints the
names of the young men at the hotels
who work off on a hand press the great
est number of copies of his paper in a
given time; muscular summer boarders
covetous of fame flock to the office, and
thus he saves the cost of a steam engine
or a mule. JVtw York World.
A discussion of the question, " What
is inspiration I appears in the Beptem
ber-Oclobf r number of the North Ameri-
can Review. The writers will be the
Rev. Dr. F. H. Hedge (Unitarian), the
Rev. Dr. E.A. Washburn (Episcopalian),
the Rev. Ohannoey Giles (Swedenbor-
gian), the Rev. Dr. J. P. Newman
(Methodist), Most Rev. Dr. James Gib
bons, Archbishop of Baltimore, (Roman
Uathouc), and John Jnske (Independ
ent) Forty-five millions of pairs of sewed
shoes and 55,000,000 of pairs of pegged
snoes were made and sold by tbe manu
facturers of the United States in 1877,
and eighty-five per cent, of the work
done on these shoes was done bv machine
ry. The uppers are cut out by hand.
simply because of the variableness of
the quality of the leather in the same
skin. The soles are cut out by machine
ry, and tbe binding, pasting, closing.
crimping, stitching, heeling and polish
ing are all done by machinery, without
iuo am oi numan nanus.
" Well, the duce !" remarked Mr. R.
Townsend, of Newport, Ky. , when, hav
ing asked for supper at a Cincinnati
notei be received no change back out of
a one dollar bill. Then, as if in a
dream, be went to tbe dining-room and
consumed two cups of coffee, three plates
plain bread, two plates fried mush, one
plate corn beef, one plate chicken, one
plate'oold ham, two plates loin of veal, two
platesi broiled beef, three plates broiled
ham, four plates fresh fish, three plates
fried eggs, two plates fried potatoes and
one plate of baked potatoes. The olerk
figured it out that, at restaurant prices,
Mr. a. rownsend was 93.05 ahead.
A Girl who Conld Throw Stones,
A Nevada man writes to the Virginia
City Territorial Enterpriae as follows :
"The writer once knew a family in
which there were six bouncing girls
without a break. Being very poor, the
father had taken the eldest to assist him
in out of door work. To this she seem
ed to take naturally, and eventually be
came an adept in mowing, reaping, tree
felling, and even snow-shoeing one of
the most difficult of things to acquire
command cf. Although fully equal to
the boys of her age in doing the above
work, there was only one thing in which
sbe showed a decided superiority, and
tnat was in stone-throwing. The pre
cision and velocity with whioh she
could hurl one of hose missiles was to
me, who was a year or two her junior,
a source of never-ending wonder and
admiration. As a proof of ber skill,
she brought home three partridges.
(ruffled grouse,) killed in one day with
stonea,"
Snperstltion About Precious Stones.
The moonstone, was. as its name im
plies, venerated from its supposed lunar
attraction. It is oqe of the prettiest,
though most common of precious stones
in Ceylon( Pliny desoribes it as con
tainingan image of tho moon, "which,
if the story be true," he observes, "daily
waxes or wanes, according to tne siaie
of that luminary," Chalcedony hung
about the neck dispersed sadness, and
if a person carried one perforated with
the hairs of an ass run through it, he
would overcome all disasters. Crystal
dispelled witchcraft The chrysoprasus
gladdened the heart; the chrysolyte ex
pelled phantoms, and, what was more
serviceable, rid people oi tneir iouies.
The onvx in the Middle Ages was be
lieved to prevent ugly dreams by night,
and law-suits by nay. xne jasper was
a charmer of soorpions and spiders, was
worn as a talismau by the Roman
athelete; Burton, in the Anatomy of
Melancholy, tells ub that, "if hung
about the neck, or taken in drink, it
much resisteth sorrow and recreates the
heart" The same qualities were attribu
ted to the hyaointh and topaz. The crys
tal has been the most popular of all
oracular stones; a favorite stone was the
beryl, "which," says Aubrey, in his
Misoellanies, "is a kind of crystal that
has a weak tincture of red ; in this ma
gicians see visions." The custom was
to consecrate, or "oharge" them, as the
modern term is, for whioh purpose set
forms were used, which are described in
Reginald Scott's Discovery of Witchcraft
The famous crystal of that princeof
quackery, Dr. Dee, is preserved in the
Asliraolean Museum at Oxford. The
properties of the rubies were endless;
bruised in water it was a panacea for all
complaints; it had the peculiarity,
whenever worn, of discovering its
presence by its luster, which would shine
through tbe thickest ciotnes. j-owerea
agate was an infallible remedy for "all
the ills that life is heir to." Pliny
quotes the Magii, as teaching in Persia
that storms could be averted by burning
ites. The amethyst would prove a
boon to modern tipplers, if, as me an
cients asserted, it prevented intoxication.
The sapphire and the emerald strengtn
ened the sight, a property said to have
been also possessed by the turquoise ;
but it could confer a still more wonder
ful gift on its wearer: "Whovever,
says Van Helmont, " wears a turquoise,
so that it, or its gold setting, toucnes
the skin, may fall from any height, and
the stone attracts to itself the whole
force of the blow, so that it cracks, and
the person is safe. Tbe Romans regard
ed the diamond with superstitious rev
erence, and Pliny tells us that it baffles
poison, keeps off insanity, and dispels
vain fears. Ben Mansnr, alluding to
the electric properties of the diamond,
says! "It has affinity for gol l, small par
ticles of which fly towards it. It is also
wonderfully sought after by ants, who
crowd over it as though they would
swallow it up." A marvelous curative
power was supposed to exist in a dia
mond belonging. to the Rajah of Matara,
in the Island of Borneo, tbe Malays be
lieving that a draught of water in which
it hod been placed would cure every dis
ease. The Dead-Point In Mind Tenison.
It is a" common subject of marvel that
criminals in the presence of immediate
execution are usually self-possessed, and
often exhibit singular composure. The
doomed creature sleeps through the
night before his violent death, and rises
composed to pass through the ordeal.
Tho exceptions to this rule are few, and
there is no reason to suppose that the
individuals who display greater emotion,
or who are prostrated by the agonizing
prospect of death, feel their position
more acutely than those who preserve
control of their demeanor, it is a preva
lent but a groundless error to suppose
that the state of mind in wbiob most
capital offenders meet their doom is one
of scare or paralyzing amazement They
retain every faoulty, taste, consideration
and even fanoy. They frequently give
tokens of especial thonghtfulness, and
are punotillious in the observance of
rules and the adoption of measures to
minimize their own pain.and tbe trouble
and sympathetic suffering of those by
whom tbey are surrounded, or who will
oe left burdened with their memories.
Mentally and physically the criminal,
during the last few hours of his life, in
the immediate presence of a cruel death,
is self-possessed and tranquil. His
pulse is even less disturbed than those
of tbe officials who are compelled to take
part m his execution. Why is this?
The answer will be obvious on reflection.
The mind has reached what may be
designated a "dead-point" in its tension.
The exoitement is over, the agony of
anticipation, the trembling doubt be
tween hope and fear of esoape has ex
hausted the irritability of the mind, and
there is, as it were, a pause, an interval
of passive endurance between the end of
the struggle for life and the bitterness
of remorse and agony of disappointment
which may begin at death. In this in
terval the mind is released from the ten
sion of its effort for self-preservation,
and almost rebounds with the sense of
relief that comes with certainty, even
though the assurance be that of impend
ing death. In the pause there is time
and opportunity for the recognition of
surrounding circumstances, whioh have
been, as it were, overlooked in the
yearning for life. The clearness of
mental vision, the cognizance of detail
at suoh a moment, are remarkable, not
only on account of the strange circum
stances under whioh they occur, but in
degree. Men and women who have for
some time previously exhibited no trace
of delicacy or refinement exhibit charac
teristic traits of thonghtfulness. They
are, so to say, lifted out of themselves
and placed iu new conditions calculated
to awaken feelings of courtesy, which
seldom fail to respond. The mental
state of a criminal during the hours pre
ceding execution presents features of
interest to the psychologist, and, rightly
comprehended, it is to be feared they
would throw new light on the supposed
preparation these unfortunate persons
evince for a fate whioh, being inevitable.
they at the final moment are able to
meet with a composure in whioh hypoc
risy or aelf-deoeption finds the amplest
soope. Lionoon jjaneet.
A man is not a man when he's a
, . , - - .... ,
Itnaying.
Items of Interest
Parts of speech The lips.
Ahard thing to sharpen the water'
edge.
Every base ballist should have a Btrik
ing face.
What a dressmaker may boast of I
am engaged to sew and sew.
"Oan storied urn or animated bust"
exceed in eloquence the words, "No
Trust " Exchange.
A man may doubt his ability to climb
a picket f enoe, but a growl from a dog
will inspire him with confidence and
alaority.
When Barnum receives word from one
of his agents that a sea-lion has been
captured, he simply telegraphs back,
"Tanks, gentlemen, tanks."
An Iowa farmer, worth $19,000, start
ed out four years ago to secure legal
revenge on a neighbor. The lawyers
have his all now, while he has revenge.
A man bet another ten dollars that he
could tell him how much water to a
quart went over the falls of Niagara in
a year. The bet was taken. " How
much ?" was the question. " Two pints
to a quart, " replied the first, as he pock
eted the wagef.
pAbYiiia.
Wide seas wait for our ships.
In the grey dawn we'll sail away,
This wealth of sonl and lips
I leave with hopes that die to-day.
Cling, sweet, close to my heart,
Joy will die out with morning light
When seas bear ns apart
We'll weep for moments lost to-night.
Look up with yonr Bad eyes
And chide me, love, for every tarv
And say, " though night-time flies
Let sorrow sleep till morn Is here."
The poison so freely used by the Ital
ians in tbe seven teenin century was
called "aqua tofana," from the name of
the old woman Tofania, who made and
sold it in small flat vials why;h she
called manna of St Nicholas, on one
side of which was an image of the saint
She carried on this traffic for half a cen
tniy and eluded the police, but on being
detected confessed that she had been, a
party in poisoning 600 people. Numerous
persons were implicated by her of all
ranks, and many of thorn were publicly
executed. All Italy was thrown into a
ferment, and many fled, while persons
of distinction, on conviction, were
strangled in prison. It appeared to
have been used mainly by married wo
men who were tired of their husbands.
Four or six drops were a fatal dose, but
the effect was not sudden and therefore
not suspected. It was as clear as water,
but the chemists nave not agreed aoouc
its vc il composition. A proclamation of
the Fope described it as aquaiortis dis
tilled into arsenic, and others considered
it as a solution of crystallized arsenic.
The secret of its preparation swas con
veyed to Paris, where the Marohioness
de Brinvaliers poisoned her father and
two brothers, and sh",with many others,
were executed, and the preparers of it
were buried at the stake.
What He Was Alter.
A strong, healthy-looking young man
entered the County Clerk's office and
gazed respectfully around. Hany
Thompson, the Chief Deputy, t-tepped
up and blandly inquired of the stranger
if he wished any business transacted.
Tho young man, when 6poken to,
started back as though dreading an as
sault, but he soon recovered himself,
and said in a whisper:
" Yes, sir I called to spe I wanted
to have a little talk how much - is it,
anyhow?"
He held a soft cloth hat in his hand,
and kept turning and twisting it about
as he spoke; his face had growu terril ly
rod, and big drops of perspiration were
standing on his brow.
"What is it you want?" asked the
olerk.
The man looked at him pleadingly,
but struggled in vain for utterance.
His eyes bulged out, his face grew red
der, aud the veins in his neck and on his
forehead swelled till they looked like
great knotted cords. He twisted the hat
convulsively and then straightened it
out again, and then he pulled the new
lining out of it and dropped it on the
floor. Then he picked it up all dusty
from the flotor and wiped his steaming
face, leaving a dirty streak after each
wipe. Finally it seemed as though the
Eoor young man had qnite recovered
imself, for he looked cheerfully around
the room, and then turning to Mr.
Thompson, remarked in a pleasant and
confidential tone:
" Well, it is real warm for this sec
tion, isn't it?"
" Very warm, indeed," replied Mr. T.
" It is a good deal hotter than we have
it down in the valley, and somehow I've
always had just the other notion about
it that the higher up you got, the
cooler "
"Yes." said Mr. Thompson; "but
about that business of yours."
Another fiery blusb that looked as if
it would scorch the oollar off his neck.
followed this remark, but the stranger
held up bravely. He leaned on tbe desk
in an easy, careless sort of way, and
began to toy with a mucilage brush.
" The fact of tbe matter is, that I
wanted to "
Here he paused again, and medita
tively jammed the mucilage-brush into
the ink-stand.
" What the deuce are you doing with
that brush?" asked the clerk, somewhat
impatiently.
"OU, by George excuse me," stam
mered the man, as he hastily withdrew
the brush, spattering the ink all over
the clerk's shirt bosom, and as if it had
been molasses dripping from his fingers,
thrust the brush into his mouth, daub
ing himself with ink and muoilage, and
then bolted from tne omce.
"That's about the worst case I have
ever seen," remarked Mr. Thompson, as
he wiped a big ink spot from the star
board side of his Roman nose.
"Crazy as a loon," said Alderman
Orndorff, who had been an interested
spectator of the whole soene. "You
ought to eend a policeman after that
man."
No; he'a not exaotly craBj," replied
Thompson. "I knew from the atari
that he wanted a marriage lioense, and I
thought I'd have a little quiet fun; but
he's broke the line now and gone off
with the hook.1V Virgtni a City (Ntv.)
ChrwioUt,