HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. Two Dollars per Annum.
VOL. X. RLDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, FA., THUBSDAY, AUGUST 5, 1880 NO 24..
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, White Popples.
Oh mystic, mighty flower, whose liail white
leaves,
Silky and cram pled like a banner furled,
Shadow the black mysterious seed that yields
The drop that soothes and lalls a restless
world;
Nepenthes lor our loe, yet swift to kill,
Holding the knowedge of both good and ill.
The rose for beauty may outshine thee far:
The lily hold herself liko some sweet saint
Apart from .earthly Brief, as is a star
Apart from any fear of earthly taint;
The snowy poppy like an angel stands
With consolation in her open hands.
Ere history was born, the poets s ung
How godlike Thone knew thy compelling
power,
And ancient Ccros, by strange sorrows wrong,
Sought sweet oblivion from thy healing
flower.
Giver of sloip! Lord of the land of dreams!
Oh simple weed, thou art not what man doems.
The clear-eyed Greeks saw oft their god ol
sleep
Wandering about through the black rnid
nighl hours,
Soothing the restless couch with slumbers
deep,
And scattering thy medicated flowers,
Till hands were folded for their final rest,
Clasping white poppirso'er a pu'seless breast
We have a clearer vision; every hour
Kind heart and hands the poppy juices
mete,
And panting sufferers bless its kindly power,
And weary ones invoke its peacelul sleep.
Health has its rose and grape and oylul palm,
The poppy to the sick is wine and bulm.
1 sing the poppy! The frail snowy weed!
The flower of mercy! that within iis heart
Doth keep a drop sereuo for human noed,
A drowsy balm lor every bitter smart.
'or l;flppy hours the rose will idly blow;
The poppv hnth a churm for pain and woe.
Harper't Wekly.
PEAUZ MULLER'S WIFE.
" Frnnz, good morning. Whose phil
osophy is it now? Hegel, Spinosa,
Kant, or Dugald Siewanr"
" None of them. I am reading
Faust."
" Worse and worse. Better wrestle
with philosophies than lose yourself in
the c.ouds. At nny rate, if the poets are
to send the philosophers to the right
about, stick to SI ukespeare."
" is loo material, He can't 'et rid
of men and women."
"They are a little better, I should
think, than MxphUto. Couip, Franz
condescend to cravats and kid gloves,
and let us go nnd see my cousin Chris
tine Stroiubere."
" I do not know the young lady."
"Of course not. She has just returned
from a Munich school. Her brother
Max was at the Lyndons' great party,
you remember?"
" I don't remember, Louis. In white
cravats and black coats all men look
alike."
"But you will go?'1
' If you wish it, yes. There are some
uncut reviews on the table; amuse
yourself while I dress."
" Thanks, 1 have my cigar case. I
will take a smoke, and think of Chris
tine." JJFor some reason, quite beyond ana'y
sis, Franz did not like this speech. 1 1
had never seen Christine Stromberg,
but yet he half resented the careless use
of her name. It fell upon some soul
consciousness like a familiar and per
sonal name, and yet ho vainly recalled
every phase of his life for any clew to
tbi familiarity.
Hu was a Jiandfomo fellow, with
large, clearly cut features, and gray,
themg'itfui rye J. In a conversation that
interested him his eyes lighted -p with
a singularly boautiiul animation, but
usually it was as still and passionless as if
the soul was away on a dream or a
visit. Even the regulation cravat and
coat could not destroy hi3 individuality,
and LouU looked admiringly at him,
and said: ''You are still Franz Muller.
No one is jusi like you. I should think
CouMa Christine wili fall in lovo with
you."
Acain Franz's heart resented this
speech. It had been waiting for love
for many a year, but he could not jest
or speculate about it. No one but the
thoughtless, favored Louis ever dared to
do it beforo Franz, and nj one ever
spoke lightly of women before him, but
the worst of men are s-nsitive to the
presence of a pure and lofty nacurc, and
are generally willing to respect it.
Franz drwuued of women, but only of
noble women, and even for those who
fell below his ideal ho had a thousand
apologies, and a world of pity. It was
strange that such a man should have
lived thirty years, and never have really
loved any mortal woman. But his hour
Lad come at last. As soon as he saw
Christine Stromberg he loved her. A
strange exaltation possessed him; his
face was radiant ; he talked and sung
with a brilliancy that amazed oven
those familiar with his rare exhibitions
of such moods. And Christine seemed
fascinated by his beauty and wit. The
hours passed like moments; and when
the girl stood watching him down the
moonlit avenue, she almost trembled to
remember what questions Franz's eyes
had asked her, and how strangely fa
miliar the clasp of his hand and the
sound of his voice had seemed to her.
"I wonder where I have seen him
before," she murmured "I wonder
where it wa9 P" and to this thought she
slowly took off one by one her jewels,
and brushed out her long black hair;
nay, when she fell asleep, it was only to
take it up again in dreams.
As for Franz, he was in too far an
ecstatic a mood to think of sleep. "One
has too few A such god-liko moments
to steep them in unconsciousness," he
said to himself. And so he sat smoking
and thinking, and watching the moon
sink lower and lower, until it was no
longer night, but dawning day.
"In a few hours now 1 can go and
see Chtistine." At this point in his
love he had no other thought. He was
too happy to speculate on anv probabil
ity as yet. It was suflicient a present
to know that he hurt fnnnH liia Inun
that she lived at a definite number on a
definite avenue, and that in six or seven
hours more lie might see her azain.
lie clioso the car atr number. It was
lust eleven ociock when he rung Mr,
Stromberg s bell. Mrs. Stromberg
passed through the hall as he entered,
ana greeted him pleasantly. "ChriS'
tinel and I are iust coins to have break
fast," sho said, in her iollv. hearty
way. "Come in, Mr. Mufler, and have
a cup of collee with us."
Nothing could have delighted Franz
so much. Christine was pouring it out
as ue entered the pretty breakfast par
lor. How beautiful she looked in her
long loose morning dress 1 How be
witching were its numerous bows of
fiale ribbon I He had a sense of hunger
mmediatelv. and he knew that he
made an excellent breakfast; but of
wnat ne ate, or wnac nearanK, ne Had
not the slightest conception.
A cup of coffee passing through Chris
tine's hands necessarily suffered some
wonderful change. It could no' , and it
did not, taste like ordinary coffee. In
the same mysterious way chickens,
eggs and rolls hecame sublimated. So
they ate, and laughed, and chatted, and
I nm quite sure that Milton never
imagined a meal in Eden half so de
lightful as that breakfast on the avenue.
When it was over, it came into Franz's
heart to offer Christine a rido. They
were standing together among the
flowers in the bay-window, and the
trees outside were in their first tender
green, and the spring skies and the
spring airs were full of happiness and
hope. Christine was arranging and
watering her lilies and pansies, and
somehow in helping her Franz's
hands and hers had lingered happily
together. So now love gave to this
mortal an immortal's confidence. He
never thought of sighing, and fearing,
and trembliDg. His soul had claimed
Christine, and he firmly believed that
sooner or later sho wouid hear- and un
derstand what he had to say to her.
"Shall we ride P" he said, just touch
ing her lingers, and looking at her with
eyes and face glowing with a wonderful
happiness.
Alas, Christine could think of mamma,
and of morning calls, and of what peo
ple would say. But Franz overruled
every scruple: he conquered mamma.
and laughed at society; and before
Christine had decided which of her cos
tume's was most becoming, Franz was
waiting at the door.
How thev rattled up the avenue and
through the park! How the green
branches waved in triumph, and how
the birds snug and gossiped about them !
By the time they had arrived at Mount
St. Vincent they had iorgotten they
were mortal. Then the rest in the
shady gallery, and the subsidence o:
love's exaltation into love's silent, ten
der melancholy, were just as blissful.
They came slowly home, speakinir
only in glances and monosyllables, but
just before they parted, Franz said : " I
have been waiting thir'y years for you.
Christine; to-day my life has blos
somed."
And though Christene did not make
any audible answer, he thought her
blush sulbcient: besides she took the
lilies from her throat and gave them to
liiui.
Such a dream ot true love is eiven
only to the few whom the gods favor.
Franz must have stood high in their
grace, for it lasted through many sweet
weeLsn.net months lor him. lie fol
lowed the Strombergs to Newport, and
laid his whole life down at Christine's
feet. There was no definite engagement
bet wee;, them, but every one understood
that would como as surely as the end oi
the season.
Money matters and housekeeping
must e ventually intrude themselves, but
the romance and charm of this one sum
mer of life should be untouched. And
Franz was not anxious on this score.
His father, a shrewd business man, had
early seen that his son wis a poet and a
dreamer. "It is not the boy's fault," he
said to his partner; "he gets it from
his grandfather, who was always more
out of this world than in it."
So he wisely allowed Franz to follow
his natural tastes, and contented him
self with carefully investing his fortune
in such real estate and securities as he
believed would insure a safe, if - slow,
increase. He had bought wisely, and
Franz's income was a certain and hand
some one, with a tendency rather to in
crease than decrease, and quite suflicient
to maintain Christine in all the luxury
to which sho had been accustomed.
So when he returned to the city he
intended to speak to Mr. Stromberg.
All he had should be Christine's, and
her father should settle the matter just
as he thought best for his daughter. In
a general way this was understood by
all parties, and every one seemed in
clined to sympathize with the happy
feeling which led the lovers to deprecate
duiing these enchanted days any allu
sion which tended to dispel the ex
quisite charm of their young lives'
idyl.
Perhaps it would have been better if
they had remembered the ancient super
stition, and themselves done something
to mar their perfect happiness. Polyc
rates offered his ring to avert ihe
calamity sure to follow unmitigated
pleasure or success, and Franz ought
perhaps to have also made an effort to
propitiate his envious fate.
But he did not, and toward the very
end of the season, when the October
days had thrown a kind of still melan
choly over the world that had been so
green and gray, Franz's dream was
rudely broken broken by a Mr. James
Barker Clarke, a blustering, vulgar man
of fifty, worth three millions. In some
way or other he seemed to have a great
deal of influence over Mr. Stromberg,
who paid him unqualified respect, ami
over Mrs. Stromberg, who seemed to
fear him.
Mr. Stromberg's "private ledeer"
alone knew the whole secret; for of
course money was at the foundation.
Indeed, in these days, in all public and
private troubles, it is proper to ask, not
vv no is slier but " How much is it P"
Franz Muller and James Barker Clarke
hated each other on sight. Still Franz
had no idea at first that this ugly, un
couth man could ever be a rival tr his
own handsome person and passionate
In a few days, however, he was com
pelled to ac ually consider the possibil
ity of such a thing. Mr. Stromberg
had assumed an attitude of such ex
treme politeness, and Mrs. Strom
berg avoided him if possible, and
if not possible, was constrained
and unhappy in the familiar relations
that she had accepted so happily all
summer. As for Christine, she had
constant headaches, and her eyes were
often swollen and red with weeping.
At length, without notice, tho familv
left Newport, and went to stay a month
with some relative near Boston, A
pitiful little note fro a Christine in
formed him of this fact: but as here
ceived no information as to the locality
oi her relative's house, and no invitation
to call, he was compelled for the present
to do as Christine nsked him wait
patiently for their return.
At first he got a few short tender
notes, but they were evidently written
in such sorrow that he was almost be
side himself with grief and anger.
When these ceased he went to Boston,
and without difficulty found the house
where Christine was staying. He was
received at first very shyly by Mrs.
Stromberg, but when Franz poured out
his love and misery, the poor old lady
wept bitterly and moaned out that she
could not help it, and Christine could
not help it, and that they were all very
miserable.
Finally she was persuaded to let bim
see Christine, "just for five minutes."
The poor girl came to him, a Bhadow of
her gay Be if, and weeping in his arms,
told him he must bid her good-bye for
ever. The hve minutes were lengthened
into a long, terrible hour, and Frnnz
went back to N ew York with the knowl
edge that in that hour his life had been
broken in two for this life.
One night toward the close of Novem
ber his friend Louis called. " Franz,"
he said, "have you heard that Christine
Stromberg is to marry Old Clarke P"
" Yes."
" No one can trust a woman. It is a
shame of Christine."
" Louis, speak of what you know.
Christine i? an angel. If a woman ap
pears to do wrong, there is probably
some brute of a man behind her forcing
uer to ao it."
" I thought she was to be your wife."
"Sheismv wife in soul and feelinfr.
No one, thank God. can help that. If "I
was Clarke I would as willingly marry
a corpse as Christine Stromberg. Do
not speak of her again, Louis. The
poor innocent child 1 God bless her!"
and he burst into a passion of weeping
that alarmed his friend for his reason,
but which wns probably its salvation.
In a week Franz had left for Europe,
and the next Christmas Christine and
James Barker Clarke were married, and
began housekeeping in a style of ex-
travaeant splendor. People wondered
and exclaimed at Christine's reckless
expenditure, her parents advised, her
husband scolded ; but though she never
disputed them, she quietly ignored all
their suggestions. Mie went to Paris,
and lived like a princess; Korne, Vienna,
and London wondered over her beauty
and her splendor; and wherever she
went, Franz followed hr quietlv.
haunting her magnificent salons like a
wretched specter.
They rareiy or never epoke Beyond
a erave inclination of the head, or a
look whose profound misery he onlv
understood, she gave him no recogni
tion. The world heid her name above
reproach, and considered that she had
done very well to herself.
Ten Years passed awav. but tho
changes they brought were such as the
world regards as natural and inevitable.
Christine's mother died, nnd her father
married nean : and Christine bad a son
and daughter. Franz watched anxiously
to see li this new love would bienu up
the icy coldness of her manners. Some
times he was conscious of feeling angrily
jealous of the children, but lie always
crusned down the wretched passion.
"If Christine loved a flower, would I
not love it also?" he asked himself;
"and theso little ones, what have they
doncP" So at last he got to separate
them entirely frcm every one but Chris
tine, and to regard theja at part and
portion of his love.
But at the end of ten years a change
came, neither natural or expecieu.
Franz was walking moodily about his
library one night, when l.,oun carts e to
tell him of it. Louis was no lonircr
young, and was married now, for ho hid
found out that the beaten track u safe.it.
"tranz," he and. "have vou heard
about ClarkeP His affahs.re IrighttuLy
wrong, ana no suot mmscit an Hour
ago"
" And Christine? Does sho knowP
Who has gone to her?"
"My wife is with her. Clarke shot
himself in his own room. Christine was
the first to reach him. He left a letter
gay in it he was absolutely ruined."
" Where will Christine nnd tho child
ren go! '
" I suppose to her father a. Not a
pleasant place for her now. Christine's
step-mother dislikes both her and the
children."
iranz said no more, and Louis went
away with a feeling of disappointment.
" I thought ho would have done some
thing for her." he said to his wife.
" Poor Christine will be very poor and
dependent."
len days alter he came home with a
different story. "There never was a
woman as lucky about money as Cousin
Christine," he said. "Hardy & Ball
sent her notice to-day that the property
at rtyeoeacu semea on ner oeiore her
marriage by Mr. Clarke was now at her
disposal. It seems the old gentleman
anticipated the result of hu wild specu
lations, and iu order to provide for his
wife, quietly bought and placed in
Hardy's charge two beautifully fur
nished cottages. There is something
liko an accumulation of sixteen thous
and dollars of rentage; and as one is
luckily empty, Christine and the child
ren are going there at once. 1 always
thought the propeity was Hardy's own
before. Very thoughtful in Clarke."
" It is not like Clarke one bit. I don't
believe ue ever did it. It is some ar
rangement of Franz Muller's."
For goodness' sake don't hint such a
thing, Lizzie I Christine would not go,
and we should have her here very soon.
Besides, 1 don't believe it. Franz took
the news very coolly, and he has kept
ouu of my way since."
The next day Louis was more than
ever of hia wife's opinion. " What do
you think, Lizzie?" he said. "Franz
came to me to-day and asked if Clarke
did not once loan me two thousand
dollars. I told him Clarke gave me
two thousand about the time we were
married."
"'Bay loaned, Louis,' he answered,
to oblige me. Here is two thousand,
and the interest for six years. Go and
pay it to Christine; she must need
money. So I went."
"Is she settled comfortably?"
"Oh, very. Go and see her often.
Franz is sure to marry her, and he is
growing richer every day."
It seemed as if Louis' prediction would
come true. Franz began to drive out
every afternoon to Ryebeach. At first
lie contented himself with just passing
Christine's gate. But he soon began to
stop for the children, and having taken
them to a drive, to rest awhile on tho
lawn, or in the parlor, while Christine
made him a cup of tea.
For Ftunz tired very easily now, and
Christine saw what few others noticed :
he had become pale and emaciated HnH
the least exertion left him weary and
breathless. She knew in her heart that
it was the last summer he would be
with her. Alas! what apitiful shadow
of their first onel It was hard to con
trast the ardent, handsome lover of ten
years ago with the white, silently
happy man who, when October came,
had only strength to sit and hold her
hand, and gaze with eager, loving eyes
into her face.
One day his physician met Louis on
Broadway. "Mr. Curtin," he said,
" your friend Muller is very ill. I con
sider his life measured by days, perhaps
hours. Ue has long had ortranio disease
of the heart. It is near the last."
"Does he know itP"
" Yes. he has known it lone. Better
see him at once."
So Louis went at once. Ho found
Franz calmly making ids last prepara
tions for the great event. "I am glad
vou are come, L,ouis," he said : " I was
going to send for you. See this cabinet
full of letters. I have not strength lett
to destroy tliem; burn them for me
when when I am gone. This small
packet is Christine's dear little notes;
bury them with me ; there are ten of
them, every one ten years old."
"is that all, dear jranzP"
"Yes; my will has lone been made.
Except a legacy to yourself all eoes to
Christine dear, dear Christine'.''
" You love her yet, then, Franz?"
" What do you meanP I have loved
her for ages. I shall love her forever.
She is the other half of my soul. In
some lives I have missed her altogether;
let me be thankful that she has come so
near to me in this one."
"Do you know what you are savins.
Franz?"
" Very clearly, Louis. I have alwavs
believed with the oldest philosophers
that souls were created in pairs, and
that it is permitted them in 'their toil
some journey to purity and heaven some
times to meet and comfort each other.
Do you think I saw Christine for the
first time in your uncle's parlor? Louis,
I hava tairer nnd grander memories of
her than any linked to this life. I must
leave her now for a little. God knows
when and where we meet again; but
He does know; that is my hope and
consolation."
Whatever were Louis's private opin
ions about Franz's theology, it was im
possible to dissent at that hour, and he
took his mend s last instructions and
farewell with such irentle. solemn feel
ings as had long been strange to his
heiirt.
In tho afternoon Franz was driven
out to Christines. It was the Inst
physical effort ho was cnpable of. No
one saw the parting of those two souls.
lie went with Christine s arms around
him, and her lips whispering tender,
hopeful farewells. It was noticed, how
ever, that after Franz's death a strange
change came over Christine a beautiful
nubility and calmness . f character, and
a gentle setting of her life to the loftiest
aims.
Louis said she had been wonderfully
moved by the papers Franz left. The
ten letters she had written during the
spring-time of their love went to the
grave with him, but the rest were of
such an extraordinary nature that Louis
could not refrain from showing them to
his cousin, and then at tier request leav
ing them for her to dispose of. They
were indeed letters written to herself
under every circumstance of life, nnd
directed to every placa in which she
had sojourned. In all of them she was
addressed as "Beloved Wife of mv
Soul," me! in this way the poor fellow
had consoled his breaking, longing
heart.
To some of them ho had written im
aginary answers, but as these all re
ferred to a linan' ial secret known oniy
to the parlies concerned in Christine's
nnd his own sacrifice, it was proof posi
tive that ho had written only for his
own comfort. But it was pcriiaps well
they fell into Christine's hands; she
could not but be a better woman for
reading the simple records of a strife
which set perlect unseihshness and
childlike submission as the goal ot its
duties.
Soven years after Franz s death Chris
tine and her d lUghter died together
of the Roman fiver, and James Barker
Clarke junior was left sole inheritor of
franz s wealth.
"A German dreamer!"
Ah. weli. there are dreamers, and
dreamers. And perchance lie that seeks
fame, nnd he that seeks gold, and he
that seeks power, may all alike, when
this shadowy existence is over, look
back upon lite "as a dream when one
awaketu. '"Harper's Weekly.
The Railway op Vesuvius.
The new railway up Vesuvius re-
dnces the time required for the ascent
irom an. hour and a halt to eight min
utes. It riiLS aimost perpendicularly
at an angle of seventy degrees. The
train, says a correspondent of the Lon
don Times, consists of a single carriage
attached to a rope, and carrying ten
persons omy, and aj tho ascending car
riage starts another, counterbalancing
it, comes down from the summit, the
weight of each being five tons. The
can i-.iges are so constructed that, rising
or descending, tho passenger sits on a
level plane, and whatever emotion or
hesitation may be felt on starting
changes, before one has risen twenty
meters, into a feeling of perfeit security.
The motion, a'.so, is very gentle and the
effect is magnificent, if not, indeed,
grandly awful, as when hanging mid
way against the side of the cone, one
looks from the window directly upward
or downward along the line, which, its
slight incline alone excepted, is perfectly
perpendicular. Dismounting at a little
station at the summit, one on scarcely
be said to clamber to the edge of the
crater, for tho company have cut a con
venient winding path up which all, ex
cept tue agcu, neavy or iceble can walk
with ease.
"Are tho seeds of the future lying
under the leaves of the past?" is the very
pertinent inquiry of a knowledge
seeker. They may be; or it's barely
possible that the seeds of the past rv
ljing under the leaves of the future; or
the leaves of the future may be lying
under the seeds of the past ; or the seeds
of the leaves may be lying under the
future of tae past at anv rate soma-
thing is lying, and if you expeot to get
through a heated political camnalim
without it, there's where you dispose of
i it. i. t . r
yourgeu. iugrannn inafpenaeni.
vice-president of thu American society
vi mivh tuniucio, tbapucuia maw Amen
can locomotives, wuicu nave at leott as
great epeed as any in the world, can
also pull greater trains and travel moro
Will's III B jcai man auy UUUTB.
TI4TELT TOPICS,
At a Cincinnati brewery there is a
machine recently imported from Ger
many which is under contract to make
a ton of ice or to produce cold equal
to a ton of ice for ninety cents. The
plan is to Btation the machine in a side
building, and to send the cold air or
water through tunnels in the street into
the cellars. In the fermenting cellars
cold water is sent by pipes through the
tubs, having coil pipe inside. Into the
storing cellars, where the beer is in
casks, the cold blast is.injected full into
the cellar, turning it into a monster
refrigerator. The estimates are care
fully made, and confidence is expressed
in the success of the plan.
The rapidity with which the railroads
from the Indus valley to Sibi, at the
mouth of Bolan rass, have been con
structed exceeds that of any similar
work in the United States, the country
of fast railroad building. The distance
from Lakken. in the Indus valley, to
Sibi is 134 miles, and the railroad over
this distance was finished in 101 con
secutive days. The lost sixty-two
miles occupied exactly one month irom
noon of December 14 to January 14.
The Inst ninety miles ran through a
desert, and all food, water and means of
shelter had to be transported by truin.
The consumption of water by the men
and animals was 30,000 gallons a day,
and in some cases the engines had to
run 200 miles without stopping to take
water.
A writer on Australian life in the
Boston Commercial Bulletin teils how a
sick man was found by his mate at the
diggings murdered, and his gold gone.
The culprit was found, but contrived
that night to escape with the money,
which, for safe keeping, had been placed
in the place of detention. Nothing
could be heard of him, but a few days
later came the following: " Mr. Mag
istrate : Jim Bell (the murdered man)
w as otce a mate of mine. He was a
good man. You will find his murderer
at the head of Dead Horse gully. 1
have kept the gold for a reward. Kas
GAroo Bill, captain of the bushrang
ers." They found the murderer's re
mains a fleshless skeleton, every bone
picked clean. He had been staked down
on the ground, with his back to an nnt
hill, and left for the ants to eat him
alive. A more awful retribution can
scarcely be conceived.
At a recent meeting of tho Dulwich
(England) College Geological club Mr.
B.G.Jenkins read a paper on "The
Origin of Waves of Cold." The object
of the paper was to show the very re
markable effect of the planet Venus upon
the earth. Many years ago the present
astronomer royal proved that the dis
turbing effect of this planet was so great
that the earth was materially pulied out
of its orbit. Mr. Jenkins shows that
it is to this disturbing notion wo must
look for an explanation of the cold waves
which roll through the atmosphere on
an average every eieht years as in 1829,
1837, 1815, 1835, 1800, 1871, 18U-and
that for the next forty years tho tem
perature will bo below the average, as
it has durit g the past forty years been
above the average. Withregurd to high
temperature, he stated that tor the last
fifty years a heat wave has been ob
served to pass over tho earth every
twelve years, nearly and contemporary
with tho arrival of the planet Jupiter
about perihelion, and that we are on
the eve ot the next heat wave.
In one of several suit3 in the United
States circuit court, recently brought
by the Adams and the Southern express
companies against certain bouti e;-n
railroad corporations, il was stii'.ed that
these two companies cover 21,200 miles
of railroad, employ 4.300 persons, and
make 900 daily trip3 over 61,000 miles,
aggregating nearly 20,000,000 miles of
travel annually. For the transporta
tion of their freight, they pay the railroad
companies over $2,(100,000 a year. In
18,8 they carried lor tho government
81.200.000.000. In 1S70 they carded
$611,000,000 for 'the government and
$1,080,000,000 tor the public, hi
New York city Adani3 express com
pany receives and delivers an average
of 14,000 packages daily, nnd uses 918
horses. The invested CHpital of all the
express companies in tho United States
exceeds $30,000,000. The express busi
ness has grown to these enormous pro
portions in about forty years. It was in
1830 that William F.IIarnden made a trip
from Boston to New York as a public
messenger, having in his charge some
packages, commercial paper and
orders. In 1810 a rival exrrtss line wus
started between the same two cities by
A Ivan Adams and P. B. Burke. In 1811
Mr. William B.Dinsmore became a part
ner, and took charge of the New York
branch of the business. Tho success of
these pioneers led to the formation of
other lines between other citic.
Words of Wisdom
Knowledge may slumber in the mem
ory, but it never aies; it is like the
dormouse in the ivied tower, that sleeps
while winter lasts, but awakes with
the warm breath of spring.
Do all in your power to teach your
children self-government. If a child is
passionate, teach him by patient and
gentle means to curb his temper. II he
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in Kreeuy, cuiuvuie uuernuiy in mm.
If he is selfish, promote generosity.
It is not the same thing to be wife
that it is to understand; for manv.
indeed, are wise in the things oi etern
ity who cannot in any sort understand
them. Knowledge is nought if it hath
not its use tor piety,
Good words do more than hard
speeches; as the sunbeams, without
any noise, make the traveler cast off
his cloak, which all tho blustering
wind could not do, but only make him
V .1 L 1 . . , !
uiuu it closer 10 uim ,
The richer one is in moral excellence
the nobler should he appear in kind
consideration for all around him. Penu
riousness and selfishness would bedim
all his virtues, as rust will destroy tho
luster 01 tue most brilliant metal.
It ii not the bee's touching on the
flowers that gathers the honey, but her
abiding lor a time upon them, and
drawing out the sweet. It is not he
that reads most, but he that meditates
most on Divine truth, that will prove
me choicest, strongest curistion.
Timid oassenser fas the ruin frocli.
encd) Is there any danger? Tar(omin
ousiy ven, mem as likes a good, ftin
u noitcr nave u w-aay.
L'ircus Manngement,
While so much of our wonder
and
admiration is expended upon the per
formance of the acrobats, the feats of
tho lady riders, and the amazing sa
gacity of tho trains i animals, in reality
the most marvelous thing about the
circus is the circus itself; that is, the
manner in which this great composite
body of men, wagons, beasts, tents and
innumerable and indescribable para
phernalia is transported about the
country, and made to appeariin work
ing order within the shortest possible
space of time. For the benefit of our
readers who have not studied the matter
out, we will describe the arrangements
made by a leading manager for accom
plishing this most wonderful under
taking. First a number of capable
and intelligent persons are secured,
whose business it is to travel ahead
and prepare the way for the coming
circus. These hire grounds suitable for
the purpose, and engage bill-posters,
who placard the town with large and
brilliantly colored pictorial representa
tions of the performances. They dis
tribute printed bills containing the
names of the performers, and also give
a description of the procession, and the
route it wili take in parading through
the town. These are distributed in all
the villages within a radius of fifteen
miles. Lengthened advertisements are
also inserted in all the local newspapers,
and it is no uncommon thing, as those
oi us who have lived in small places
know, for a general holiday to be held
upon the day of their grand procession
through tho town.
Previous to tho company arriving,
the "tent men," with the baggage
wagons, proceed to the field, erect the
tent, make the ring, and prepare for
the various performances, fixing up
hurdles, sates nnd all the requisite
paraphernalia, liy the time the com-
piny arrives everything is prepared.
Ihe horses nre stabled, groomed and
fed, the " tableau carriages," as they
are called, ore washed, and everything
made ready for the grand parade, which
usuall? starts from the tent about an
hour anda half previous to the first per
formance. Tho show commences after
the parade, the first one occupying
about two hours. After this is over
the performers dine, and rest until
evening, the second performance com
mencing about seven, and terminating
about ten o'clock. Immediately after
the last act, the whole of the company
are advised at what hour in the morning
they will be required to start- lor the
next place. This of course depen 's, in
agre at measure, upon the length of the
ejurney and the state ot the roads, ino
usual time for start in z is about five
o'clock, and they travel ut the rate of
five or six miles an hour. The tent and
baggage men leave earlier. Many of
the principal members of tho company
have their own living carriages, which
are fitted up with every convenience,
and a very jolly and healthy life the oc
cupants lead. Two performances are
nvanably given ea'jh day, consisting ot
the usual equestrian and gymnastic
feats, horse nnd pony racing, hurdle
leaping, and Roman chariot races.
In New Mexico,
Mrs. Lrv Benedict draws this picture
of life in New Mexico : We observe an
other Asian custom here, that of sleep-
ns on the roots in suuirar. 1 he Heav
enly nights invite one out, and the flat
housetop is a much plea?anter place to
m ike one's bed than the cellar -liko in
terior, with its earthy scents. The
sluggard Mexican, who has killed the
lonir hours ol tho common enemy by
dozing iu the sun, rouses toward sunset
and spreads out the colchon or wool
mattress, or a bed ot skins It they are
very poor. I ho stairway 13 a rickety
ladder, leaninK against the outer wall of
the mud house, and the rapidity and
ease with which the natives so up and
down is surprising. 1 have seen
women carry jars of water on their
head, not spilling a drop, n3 they
a-cend tho ladder, touching it only
with their icei. mo out people
mummies of the time of Cheopj go to
bed at tsunset; a little later the children
and chickens hop up the loose rounds:
then the lord of the estate nnd his dusky
spouse, with her cat; and lastly the
atty doss, moving nimbly as the trained
ones ot the circus. Haul up the Judder,
and the castle is secure. There is no
fear of ra'n. There is no tlew, no log
or mist to blur the clear Binning of the
stars above, rue low wind n the very
breath of heaven; tho bright night is
iiued with sleep.
A Remarkable L'eutcuavlau.
a remarKanie centenarian Jives near
Greenup, Ky. Andrew Hood was born
near Winchester, Va., Uctober 17, 17fcu
Accustomed to wild frontier life, his
father got tired of Virginia as the
advancing civilization approached his
settlement, and when Andrew was
eleven years old the mnjor removed
thence to a place tight miles below
Prcstonsburg and subsequently to the
mouth of the Little Sandy, in Greenup
c: uuiv. where ne aua an-i was buried.
He speaks lumiliarly of D.uiiel Boone.
who was a hunting companion of dis
t:ither, and whose departure tor MiS'
souri in a flat botto ned boat lie dis
tinctly recollects. Were it not for his
almost total deafness many interesting
facts might be learned irom him. His
habits are nuite peculiar. Ho sleeps ali
day, retiring when the sun rises, and
sits up from sunset till the nest morn
iue. He takes three meals a day. never
smokes, but chews moderately ; used to
arinn whisky, but has reioimed, and
loves to poke n fire which burns on tho
hearth summer and winter.
A Guano Lizard.
There is displayed in a gla?s case in
Baltimoro a living specimen of the
guano lizard, lately brought from the
Navassa islands iu t"e brig Komanee
This handsome crawler is three feet in
lenztb, two-thirdsof which is tail, with
the head ot a crocodile, an enormous
mouth, with two dangerous rows of
sharp serrated teeth, two pouches or
sacs at the base of the jaw, a loose skin
of a dirty brown color, and a curie us no
dosity near the tip ot its nose, it is one
ot the iai cest oi tuo species ever seen
and on account of the size of the sacs
and the nodosity, is supposed to be forty
or hft vears old by people who are ac
customed to t hem in the guano islands
It stands its chance ot quarters remark
ably well, and is lively enough, but its
vicious temper is cxnibited iu its
wicked-looking eye and its attempt to
snap at a hand or stick that is placed
near it. Its appetite is excellent, and it
maiiAirea to ifet a Ion 2 comiortab v on
I crackers, cabbage, etc.
An Autumn rictnre.
Sky deep, Intonse, and wondrous blue,
With clouds that tail the heavens through
And mountain slopes so broad and fair,
With hore and there, amongst the green,
A maple or an ash-tree seen
In glowing color, bright and rare.
Green Holds, where silvery ripples fade,
With cattle resting in the shade;
Far mountains, touched with purple kaio
That, like a veil ot morning mist,
By gleams of golden sunlight kissed,
Seems but a breath of by-gone days.
And clover which has bloomed anew
Since shining soythes did out it through,
And corn-fields with thoir harvest fair,
And goldon-rod upon the hill,
And purple asters blooming still,
And sunlight melted into air.
Dora Read Goodale, in Scribntr,
ITEMS OF INTEKEST.,
Dead issues Old newspapers.
A man over-bored ! The editor.
Every tramp carries a roamin' nose.
A crowing business The gardener's.
Borne Sentinel-
The volunteer force of England now
numbers 200,000 men.
Early to bed and early to rise
Is the beat way to escape the flios.
Two-thirds of the world's trouble lies
between an extinguished light and the
edge of the bed.
There are about 13.000 distinct char
itable foundations in London in connec
tion with the city parishes.
Never look down upon a man be
cause of his occupation. The collector
of kitchen relume may be an offal nice
man.
" The old home ain't what it U3ed to
be," as the old man said when a
cyclone struck his domicile, Keokuk
(Jale Uuy.
" That sermon did me eood." said one
friend to another after hearing an elo
quent preacher. "We sha.l see," was
the reply.
Just bear this maxim in your mind.
and beforo you get very mad : It's easy
enough to sparK a gin, out hard to
spark her dad.
" I called twice and found you out,"
said Mrs. Jones. " Very good," said
Mrs. Smith. " I had to cail but once to
find you out."
A New York eirl swam two miles in
thirty-one minutes, but while she was
doing it, however, she had to kick out
like a man.
Tanner's fast established one great
fact, viz. : That a man, even the poor
est, can get along in the world without
a free lunch.
A man at Augusta, Ga., on receiving
a doctor's bill lor medicine and visits.
wrote that he would pay for the medi
cine and return the visits.
"Have animals a sense of humorP"
asks Evelyne. They have, and there's
lots ot it in a mute's hind leg tor the
fellow who contracts to pick it un.
Owryo Record.
A man in Bellefontaine, Ohio,
thought that certain allusions in a ser
mon by the Rev. A. II. Windsor were
personal, and after the services he
knocked the preacher down with a
club.
Sabethia is a Kansas vi.lage with a
cemetery. Ihere is a sign painted on
the fence opposite the cemetery, reading :
' lokeep outot that place across the
oad, get your medicine at the corner
drug store."
They were at a dinner party, and he
remarked that ho supposed she was
fondot ethnology. She said she was,
but she wus not very well, and the doc
tor had told her not to est anything for
dessert but oranges.
Lcadville, Col., from an uninhabited
spot, has become a city of 40,000 inhabi
tants in less lhau three years, and has
produced in bullion from January 1,
1879, to April 1, 1&8J filteen months
$10117,131, or over $1,000,000 per
month.
The California magnates are credited
with un amount of wealth which would
comfortably support a small country.
Mr. Charles Crocker is stated to be
worth $31,405,458, Mr. Lclnnd Stanford
$34,613,308, and Mrs. Mary F. S. Hop
kins $25,280,972.
We notice that ice at one cent a pourd
shows the same tendency to melt that it
used to when it was only twenty-five
cents a hundred ; and the children who
follow the ice carts rarely get a big
enough waste piece to make a respecta
ble suck. Jsew nave . licyisier.
An exchange informs us that "a
Chinese soldier lias an ear cut off each
time he deserts and is r. captured." In
case he deserts a dozen times, the mili
tary authorities are going to have some
trouble to inflict the punishment in each
case. Very lew Chinese soldiers are
born with twelve ears, and we don't
suppose he could borrow a few auricu
lar appendages irom a comrade lor such
a purpose.
A tender young potato bug
Sat swinging on a vine,
Aud sighed uulo a maideu bug,
' I pray you wM be mine."
Then totily spake the nmi len bag,
" I love you fond and true,
ll.it Oli! my eruel-heorled par
Won't let me marry you."
With scorn upon his buggy brow,
With glances co d and keen,
Tfmt haughty lover answered her,
" I think your pir-is green."
You may often make a man u.ad by
telling him to do the very thing he
wants to do. For instance, when a m in
has lost all patience under the heat,
don't, as you value your li to, tell him to
keep cool ; when a mau is putting up
a stovepipe, or is trying to, rattier, go
not tell him to join the lengths " right
there:" when a man has slipped down
on the sidewalk, count a hundred, and
forget your purpose in the nines, beiore
you tell him to get up. Fond da Lac
Reporter.
At the Panoptikon of Dresden there
is on exhibition a curious piece of me
chanism, entitled "liet Up." uver a
bed is a dial, the index of which is set
over night to the hour at which the
sleeper wishes to arise in the morning,
which, when it reaches the bsd, as a
mild preliminary to more decisive ac
tion, lights a powerful lamp, so placed
as to cast its rays directly on the slug
gard . Should this gentle hiut fail, live
minutes later the bed (.utomatieilly
falls assunder, causing its sleepy occu
pant to laise to the floor with a force
and suddenness that prove fatal to slum
her.
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