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The Entry of llie Snow.
But booh all sort aim died, and from between
Theeatit and north a strong wind blow full
keen
For many a day, and from the steely ky
The nun deceptive let hla arrefws tly
Oil bank and brake, and without heat to fall
E'en 'galnxt the garden' gloaming aoatliern
will , .
And c ldor still it blow, till one blight morn
It lulled awhl e upon the sp-eading th m
The field-fares bickered at the ruddy haw,
And load the Queue 4 chirruped iu tlie trees
WliV.e high o'er all, in bl'io, thin columns broke
From the tall ebinney-topi the palace atooke
All thing ehouo cii-p aud old, till from the
tea,
Jtotweeii the ct mid north rwe gradually
A great gray woolly c'ond, that grew and g'cw
Vohimiui-iou, till fro a tho etlifei'a.i
It blotted out the sun ere eveting' hour,
And wrapt the ghotly garden, troo and bjwer,
Iu itHjtbick fold obeenrfe. Then from on high
To earth hIow spirting adow i tho sky.
The first great fe.the.ry snow Hakea mtd i their
way, ',
Till a t the gurde i changed from blak o gray,
From gray to white. Then rom tin wind again
From the full north and growled againtt tho
pane
And round the hono, andeaoh lucMMsive bias.
A the uight fell grew ittronger than the last,
Till, ax the groat whale gathered id a h?al,
In aoiue fur bar auuar the shining po!e,
, Gambol hi thunder, U!e tin wate a boil
Around them liko tho Maelatrom'a wh'rling
coil,"
And hti,'h to heaven tLo vhoeted foam-wreatha
tut;
Ho that etroug wind among' the feat he y flow
Of falling .now wallod the livelong night,
TuniuUnoiB, till at lengih th i nor lug light
Hose calm and e'ear, and tipwai-J spraeg ihe
auo,
And with hi lovol,leauii rerenely ahono
On tho of. bdow'J-jo t'jat Uy white and J ure
O'er glal an 1 Hp'endidhill aid dazzling mr.or.
- ... -
A Life for a Life. -
Bertrodo Doilge was blue. It was
August weather tLere was no ftir stir
linK rom ono nrid noon until the next,
ami the inse ta Liaaed malioionslj all day
long in tlie j'urohwd stasne. Perhaps
that was the rraHou that Bertrrxle was
blue.
rerhnps it wns that as uhe walked
Qrover'H Tract, j'ay by day, aud saw the
summer s hmted completion in the rod
apples biirimux mnousr the trrav-crroec
boughs, the Lay-lii)lds at nfterraarth, the
pniple tassel led corn, and vellow wheat.
that shi felt her life U be aimless. She
, had Jet the simmer coaie and wane
ftO.'OSH her'pasive existence. Tho pre
vious winter he had said, " I feel ice
bound iioav. When summer conies, I
will shako off t'ais iuartiou and redeem
tc-lar."
Yet the summer wivs i-npldly passing
ana she was still a-Ureaui. The hour
never seemed to come which called her
to exertion. Well, ""Love's young
dream " comes but oiK-e ; it was all well,
ernaps.
GiHcr's Tract and her farmhouse life
was not dull as she had expected it
would be when Bhe returned from her
mountain tour a year before ; only at
times the out-door rounds and the
leisurely growing works of nature op
pressed her. Iu the winter she kad
been gay, looking at the sunset across
the snow, watching tli chick-a-dees, and
searching the woods for purple merer
ion. In the spring the long walks to the
post oflioo had been full of joyful faucies
and golden realities ; she loved the
sweet country sights and scents more
than ever before in her life.
Butin August something Beemed to
oppress her. The sky burned too blue,
the woods were to calmly content iu
their greenness, the days closed too
beautifully in their ripe splendor, as she
walked the Tract at sunset, coming
from the post-office coming always
empty-handed. Yes, something was
wrongs and when she realized it fully,
she said
" I am idle I am steeped in idleness,
I have been doing nothing for a year.
No)f I will have some work, and l)ick
may go to the post-otllco. I care too
much for those letters."
Whatever those letters might be, there
came no more of them. A certain gay
tourist drifting about the world, forgot
to write thera at lat; perhaps Bertrode
was pretty, but one traveling everywhere
meets many pretty faces.
Bertrode's cheek grew thin and white.
Her mother saw that she striis-ifled to re-
prfess a growing irritableness. But she
worked on unceasingly at her ney em
ployment of teaching the district school
of Grover's Tract. She devoted herself
to tke children. Their parents said they
had never before learned so fast. Ber
trode smiled only faintly at their praiBe.
One day, coming home from school
through the woods, she flung herself
down among the ferns and dry grasses.
" It is dust and ashes 1" she cried.
The sky gleamed blue through greeu
boughs overhead, and a bird sang cheer
ily in a neighboring bush. She lay
there until she felt the dew falling. As
she rose up, something rustled at her
bide. She looked down ; a great rattle
suake was slipping through the grass,
going from her, apparently unaware of
her presence. . Fascinated, immovable,
yet full of horror, she stood and watched
the creature. For a moment it glided
steadily on, its course so direct, its ap
pearance so subtle and deadly, that she
felt spellbound as she regarded it.
Suddenly, with a thrill of horror, she
saw the reptile's aim ; it was making
directly for a shady spot, where ft man
lay asleep beneath .the trees. One
moment mure would be too late to pie
wi.f the threiitened ilttu.'k. Ht.Hting
from her passivity, sho seized s stone at
her feet and hurled it full st the crea
ture. He had just paused and raised
his crest to view his position, when the
stono struck him npon the back of the
head, and with a vengeful hiss he leaped
into tho sir, then fell at full length upon
tho ground nnd slowly expired.
Bertrode stood looking at the i1nt v
length and bloody head of the (hud
snske, her mind iu a sort of wonder that
anything could be so loathsome, when
she heard her nams spoken. She raiaed
her eyes and saw Fennel Gould standing
before her. The youug man looked at
the snake with a sort of 'shudder, nd
said :
"Bertrode, you mnst have saved my
life."
"I suppose I did," she answered.
"The crenlurewas coming directly to
ward yor. . Did you ever see anything so
horrible, Fennel '("
He took her hands; she hardly glanced
at him. ,
" Darling," he said.
She snatched her hands away in a sud
den impatience.
"Don't I" sho said. r "I wish you
wouldn't, Fennel." '
" But I love yon." ".
"I cannot help it."
He regarded her sorrowfully. She
took her shawl from the grass and put
it on.
" It in chilly here, and late. I am
going home," she said. ' .
He walked silently at her side out of
the woods and across the wide fields of
Ci rover's Tract. Never was there a more
hopeless lover than Fennel Gould. At
the farmhouse door he said, "Good
night, Bertrodo." She bowed, and he
yx-irt'on over tho hill in the warm gray
twilight, cursing his prnel fate as lovers
have cursed their fates before.
Through a succession'of hot days the
mouth went out. Before it had passed,
B.utrode was taken sick miserably ilJ
f fever. She suffered wearis6inely,'but
little could be done for her. It was a
slow fever whioh must burn ont its
c .nrso, Sho was thirsty continually,
and suddenly in the midst of ber Buffer
ing .the spring which had enpplied her
with cool water grew d, nnd all other
water tasted warm and brackish to her
fevered lips.
"If I only hal some ice, mother J" she
moaned.
"I know, dear,' but there is no ice in
less than twenty miles.
Too ill to express her misery, the
poor, fevered girl tell asleep, to dream
of the ola, yellow Grover Tract stage
straining its way over the heavy sandy
roads to Northboro', - the only place
where there was an ice-house there to
procure for her a great green block of
the refreshing ice she coveted.
" It will be so nice 1" she murmured
in her sleep. "My throat is parched,
ami it will cool my drink so delicionslyl"
A cricket? hang in the heated wall and
woke her. Sue heard the stage trundling
over the hill. -
" Has it come, mother ?" she asked.
"What, dear? you are dreaming.
Wako up, and drink some of this nice
iced lemonade."
"Ice, mother I Where did yon get it?"
" Fennel has been to Northboro' for
it. He,s very kind to you, Bertio. 'doar."
"it's refreshing. How long have I
been asleep, mother V"
" All the afternoon, and I really think
yon look better, Bertie."
Bertrodo turned on her pillow and fell
asleep, again. In the morning she was
better, but not well. The palo lips were
still jvirche the mouth so longfevered,
tasteless. She relished only the drinks,
iced "find cool, which her mother pre
pared. One day she said :
" How is it that that ioo lasts bo ?"
" Why Fennel goes to Northboro' for
afresh piece every other dav. The
weather is su wai m that it melts very
fhsV- .' ' .
" iuit it's haying time. How can lie
be spared T'
' 'lie goes at night after eight o'clock.
I don't see how he can do it when he
woiksin the field, until he is ready to
drop." ; r 1
" lhen why do you ask him, mother ?"
" Goodness, child ! I never asked him:
I guessl didn't ! It's his own service. I
never dreimed of asking him."
isertroile, bolstered up m bed, sat
silent awhilG.
" Fennel's very kind," she fljtid at last ;
"but I don't like to tax people so.
Mother, if I am better to-nvrrow, can't
I ride out ?"
"Perhaps so."
To-morrow Bertrode was feverish
again. Nothing passed, her parched lips
but a yellow peach,, a rareripe, that was
a wonder to the neighborhood.
" A here did it come from, mother ?"
" Fennel brought it."
. The next morning when she awoke,
a gust of spicy coolness whiffed into her
face.
"What is that?" she cried, starting
up.
Jit a pitcher of sprays from the
scrub-oaks of the lowlands, their tender
pendant acorns swinging among the'
glossy leaves branches of bayberry,
sweet fern, and a handful of checker
berry mixed with Bweet swamp helio
trope, and wild asters, all dripping with
morning dew.
" O, mother, bring it closer 1 Where
did you get it?" placing her thin, white
hands among the cool, sweet foliage.
" Fennel left it at the door this morn
ing. He thought it would please you."
" It does pleane mo. "
No one but Fennel knew how" die
liked fragrant green leave and swamp
heliotn-i-v. .
She u graMdl, unit she told Feifuel
s when she stw hiiu. To prove it she
)h! him drive him hei- out and And her
ii.-et; again unicng tho fields. As-the
1 i f; 1 1 1" eaine b-n-k to her eye tilel the dini-
pie to her cheek, she laughed merrily
sometimes, and forgot to look wistfully
towards the mountains, as he had no
ticed her doing so often two months
leforo.
One day she was pale ami troubled
when Fennel came with his buggy. She
wan silent for a few moments after
begnn their drive.
they
"Fennel?"
"Well?"
, " Are you going away ?"
"Yes.:
11 Why, tell me, please?'.' .
" I think I had better."
Tlnit was all. She did not dare pretend
not to understand him. Both f aces were
pale. He turned towards her at last,
smiling faintly.
" Yes, Bertie, you don't need me any
longer, and I am going away to trv as
hard as I can to forget yon. It is
strange that such a sweet-eyed girl
should causo so mue.Ii pain, isn't it ?"
Bertrode didn't speak. They rode in
silence along the river road. Bertrode
was listening, as if charmed, to the
chirping of a little bird among the scrub
oaks by the river. It was a hearty,
cheery little bird that seemed to have no
nonsense about it.
The road grew narrower. The tree
branches met above their heads and
gradually grew lower. Fennel put oh t
his whip to hold them out of their fneffl.
The motion startled the horse or he
might have been twanged by the spring
ing sprays. He leaped suddenly for
ward, ami Bertrode was flung from the
carriage and down the steep bank into
the river.
Stunned by the shock, Bhe floated like
a corpse. If she hd seen Fennel
Gordd's face, then, she would have won
dered, even though she bolieved that
she knew his love. He drew in the
prancing horse, and flung himself from
the carriage. Dashing down the Bteep
declivity, he threw himself into the
river.
The tide was m rapid. Already the
figure of the drowning girl, half sub
merged, was floating into the middle of
the current. There were strong, fierce
rapids a quarter of a mile below, and
the tide swept them both toward it.
Fennel Gould expended every resource
of body and hart in that struggle for
life and love. She floated on on be
fore him in the flowing water until the
great beads of agony and pain stood upon
his forehead. Bat one fortunate stroke,
and lie caught her Bcarf.
He struggled back to land and fell
exhausted upon the bank. For a mo
ment he lay there, panting; then rising,
he lifted Bertrode into the carriage, and
carried home the life he had saved.
Evening came. Fennel was at home
pacing thoughtfully the floor of his
little ckamber. It was twilight, and the
scent of the ripe apples in the orchard
filled the dim room.. He did not notice
either, but he was roused suddenly by a
kuock at his door. It was little Willy
Dodge with a note. He opened it. It
b we these words
" Fennel come homer wilh WTilly. 1
want to see you. " -
That was all, but he knew who sent
it. Hewentout-of doors with the child.
iioiaing me ooy s nana, no waiKea the
fields he had walked a month before,
with his heart bitter as ruo. The crickets
were singing among the grasses. A
strange lightness possessed him, and yet
he kept putting down his heart not
daring to hope. The farmhouse door
was open and Bertrode was sitting in the
poi-ch. Little Willy went into the house.
Fennel sat down on the step. , .
"" What d you want, Bertroie ?"
"I will tell you by and by.".
The twilight grew more dim as they
talked of unimportant things, until they
could not see each other's faces. The
crickets were singing hundreds of songs
in the grasses by the roadside. The dew
fell and woke the sweetness of the road
side ferns. '
A long time passed, and at hint Fen
nel arose.
" Is it time to go, Bertrode. Will you
tell me now?"
The moon came up, and showed hc-f
face pale and her lips tremulous, but
she stood up by his side and spoke firm-
1 J- .
1 waut to -rsk you not to go away,
Fennel. Don't go."
There seemed more to be said, but
sho could not say it. Her voice diet! on
her lips, and the eager light in Fennel
Gould's eyes faded,
"I cannot stay, Bertnxle; don't be
troubled to pity mo. Good-by, and God
keep you, dear, foreVer !"
He stoojKHl to kiss her head. Her
anus were around his neck.
' My love, my love," she cried," don't
leave me. I want yu; you make me
hup'py; and I have never, never loved
any but you, true heart ! Take my life
you have Baved it and spare me the
one you risked in my salvation. I will
try to make it happy, but indeed, in
deed. Fennel, I am not worthy of you !"
Heart to heart, at last; Heaven's
angels bless them !
Singular Case of Heredity,
Dr. Bizisoli knew a young girl who
had a long, thick lock of perfectly white
hair on the forehead, the rest of tho
hair being a very pronounced black.
This anomaly had been congenital and
hereditary in the girl's family for two
centuries. Whenever it -existed in a
parent, several of the children were
certain to present it. The genealogical
tree of the family could be traced back
for six generations, iucluding about
forty-five persons, more than half of
whom present! the white tuft. lfdi-
The eunij.ur.il!. r ht rtet Up "jtJo,tlMI '
to read "l.ixxr mij.-ht huvti prevent..! i
bin mini. tke by u little fourth uuglJ, j
It Ended All Right.
A pretty and accomplished widow,
living in Jackson, Miss., met at Sara
toga last summer a handsome and in
telligent widower from Norfolk, Vs. ; a
brisk flirtation led to nn engagement,
nnd the lovers separated with the under
standing that she was to return to her
home and break the news to another
lover, who had won her hand before she
went to Saratoga. But it -was not so
easy to be oft with the old love as it had
been on with the new. The Jackson
gentleman was wild, and despairing, con
demning her as an arrant jilt, and vow
ing that she should marry him or tl e
remain a widow. Letters from Jackson
to Norfolk ; the same from Norfolk to
Jackson ; more of them by every pass
ing mail, and warmer day by day, until
tho pontal sacks were menaced wilh
spontaneous combustion ; final result
flight of the widow from her home and
proposed secret marriage at Baltimore.
The arrangements were perfect, with
ono exception. No allowance was made
for the weather. The storm came on,
the rains poured down and the floods
clapped their hands in the valleys of
Virginia. The lady reached the trysting
point forty-eight hours behind time, and
in a state of mental and nervous collapse.
He was not there, to meet ber ; she
trembled, sighed, telegraphed, cried,
waited two days, and finally resolved to
return to Mississippi. She took the
hotel proprietor into ber confidence,
and after settling her account, started
for the Camden station ; but, as she
was stepping from the platform, io ! a
manly figure. It was the gentleman
from Norfolk, who had been, tearing his
hair and looking for her in every train
from the South, except the one by which
she had come. They were married that
afternoon at St. Barnaba's Church, and
went down the bay that night. One of
the first purchases which they will make
on going to housekeeping will be an
almanac, .
Birds and Human 'atnie.
What is that legend of Mrs. Piatt's
poem about the bird in the brain?
Birds are perhaps the mof,t human of
creatures, and I should not be surprised
if told we all carry more or less of them
in our hearts and brains. I have aeen
the hawk looking out of the lmman face
many a time, and I think I have seen
the eagle : I credit those who say they
have seen the owl. Are -not the buzzards
and unclean birds terribly suggestive ?
The song-birds were Biirely 11 brooded
and hatched in the human heart. They
are typical of its Uic uest aspirations, and
and nearly the whole gamut of humrfn
passion and emotion is expressed more
or less m their varied songs. Among
our own birds, there is the song of the
hermit-thrush lor devontness and re
ligions serenity, that of the wood-thrush
for the musing, melodious thoughts of
twilight, the eong-sparrow's for simple
faith and trust, the bobolink's for
litlarity Rnd glee, the mourning-dove's
for -hopeless sorrow,' the vireo's for all-
day and every-day contentment, and the
noctnru of the mocking-nira lor love,
Then there are the plaintive singers, the
soaring, ecstatic singors, the confident
singers, the gushing and voluble sing
ers, and the half-voiced, inarticulate
Biugers. The note of the pewee is a
human sigh, the piping of the chickadee
unspeakable tenderness and fidelity.
Xhere is pride in the song of thetanager,
and vanity in that of the cat-bird. There
is something distinctly hiunan about th?
robin ; his is the note Of boyhood.
have thoughts that follow the migrating
fowls northward and southward, and
that go with the sea-birds into the desert
of the ocean, lonely and tireless as they.
1 sympathize witn the watehiut crow
perched yonder ohv that tree, or walking
abont the fields. . I hurry out-doors
when I hear the clarion of the wild
gauder ; his comrade in my heart sends
back tho calL John Burroughs, in
&'cribner'8 Magazine.
Ail Awful Crime.
At Lawrenceville, Ohio, one night re
cently, Joseph Kunzier waa shot by his
thirteen-year old sou, at tho instigation
of his mother. The husband and wife
had lived unhappily for some time, and
on the night in question the father had
goue to' thd' village, and while absent
Mrs. Kunzier,. prevailed on the boy to
load the gun and lay iu wait for his
father. The loy obeyed, aud, conceal
ing himself behind u woodpile, waited
for au hour, and when his father came
into the yard shot him through the
back. This done, he went into the!
house, when the mother took the gun
from him and laid it by the side of her
husband, who, still alive, was crying for
help. She then returned to the house
and went to bed with her boy, but
neither being able to sleep, subsequently
arose aud cooked supper, which they
ate. All through the night they heard
moans and appeals for help from the
father, who was still alive, but paid no
heed to them. In the morning a neigh
bor came to the house to employ Knuz
ler, and found him lying on the ground
in a pool of bltod, although. still alive,
while the woman was some distance
away unconcernedly engaged in her, do
mestic work. When asked coneerniiicr
-her husband she replied that he had
shot himself. Subsequently the coro
ner was summoned from Lawreneeburg,
aud the investigation showed that the
man could not have killed himself.
Suspicion was directed to the woman
and her boy. The latter when separuted
from his mother, confessed that he had
done the deed at her cpmmanJ,' saying,
that sho had leen urging him to do it
forayear pas. He also "told how they
Hpe.nt the night in the hearing of tl
eiieof his futlie', yet neither c-:tlne to
hiri ttMniwtelice, .
FARM, GARDEN AM) HOUSEHOLD.
Praflrahle Apple Orrhnr4.
We recently visited in Cayuga county,
N. Y., the fine apple, orchard of G. Lau
don, in the southern part of the county.
On approaching it from a distance, the
deep green color of the foliage was ob
served, indicative of thrifty growth, and
on entering it we fonud the tin bend
ing under the loads of fine faif. fruit,
although orchards generally are nearly
barren. The trees are twenty-two years
old ; were planted thirty-six feet apart,
and the branches have now extended
nearly so as to meet. The ground being
mostly shaded by the treeB, no crop is
cultivated beneath their Bhad, and the
grass which has sprung up is kept grazed
with sheep. . When the trees were
younger, the ground was kept cultivated,
aud they grew vigorously but bore little.
A neigh bor advised a new course of
management, including a thinning of
the dense heads by pruning. They
were trimmed early in the spring, or
thinned out from above, and not trimmed
up from below, as is too often done.
The surface of the ground abont them
was top-dressed with yard manure. The
top-dressing is repeated every two
years, aud the pruning is performed an
nually, by the removal of the young
sprouts which may have sprung up
where the pruning was performed, and
which, if allowed to remain, would give
thick tops again. Tho orchard soon
began to bear heavily of fine large ap
pies. On visiting it this year early in
September, we found the branches
bending under their loads of fruit, al
though orchards generally through the
country are bearing but little, and some
are entirely barren. Sheep', which are
turned m early in bpnng. and continued
till the growing fruit bends the branches
down within their reach, keep the
orchard nearly free from the coddling
moth. We found very few specimens
miested. As the trees shado most of the
ground, grass is allowed to grow, and is
sept grazed snort till after midsummer
nsuallv till about the middle c.f Au
gust. l?he droppings of the sheep assist
in enriching the ground.
The orchard contains about 120 tror -.,
and sixty or seventy sheep are pastnred
in it. The best sorts are the Baldwin and
Rhode Island Greening, The Northern
Spy succeeds well. Fall Pippins were
observed with heavy crops. The Box-
bury Russet is unprofitable. The Fall
Orange bears flue crops, which sell as
well as any, and would be selected as a
profitable sort, were it not the crop
needs picking when other early autumn
work is pressing. To show the effect of
good treatment Mr. Landon showed us
an old tree of tho Fall Orange, which
we estimated sixty years old, from jta
appearance and size of the trunk, A
few years ago it began to die, and was
alont to be snt down. A suocennfnl
attempt was made to renovate it. The
dead limbs, including about half the
top, were cut out, and the ground was
well top-dressed with manure. . In two
years, Bixteen and a half dollars' worth
of fruit was taken from it. It is now
bearing a large crop of fruit
In the "apple orchards through the
country there is usually a year of
abundance and a year of scarcity in al
ternate seasons. Mr. Landou's orchard
bears most profupely in the years of
scarcity probably because the treat
ment which first gave heavy crops
happened to be in one of those yertrs.
A few years ago his crop sold for five
hundred dollars ; the year previous to
the last he received six hundred dollars.
He expects his sales this year to be
about four hundred dollars. The orch
ard stands on a ridge, where it appears
to have good natnral drainage ; the soil
is not deep, and the roots thus coming
near the surface are more benefited by
the top-dressing than they would if on
deeper soils and extending to a greater
depth. Some excellent orchards iu the
same county grow on deep soils, aud are
less affected by either cultivation or top
dressing. Country '(Jentteman.
T Tell the . vl Vawla.
If a hen's smir Is hard and the scales
on the legs are rough she is old, wheth
er you see her head or not, but her head
will corrobora'e your observation. If
the under bill is so stiff that you cannot
bend it down and the comb thick and
roujjli leave her, no matter how-fat and
plump, for some one less particular. A
young hen lias only the rudiments of
spurs; the scales on the legs are smooth,
glossy and fresh colored, whatever the
color may be, the claws tender aud short;
the nails sharp, the under bill soft and
tho comb thin and smooth. .
An old turkey has rough scales on the
lcgn, callosities on the soles .of the feet
and long, strong claws, a young one the
reverse of all these murks. When the
feathers are on the old turkey cock has
a long tuft or beard, a young one, but a
sprouting one, and when they are off,
the smooth scales on the legs decide the
point, beside the difference iu size of the
wattles of the neck and iu the elastic
shoot upon the nose.
An old goose when alive is known by
the rough legs,the strength of the wings
particularly at the pinions, the thickness
and'strength of the bill and fineness of
the feathers, aud when plucked by the
legs the tenderness of the skin under the
wings, by the pinions and the bill and
the coarseness of the skiu.
Ducks are distinguished by the same
means, but there is the dinerence that a
duckling's bill is much longer iu propor
tion to the breadth of the head than the
old ducks.
A young pigeon is discovered by its
pule color, smooth scales, tender, col
lapttcd feet, and the yellow, long down
interspersed among its feathers, A
pigeoji that can tty bos hjwiiya rd-eol-
rM legs an I uo .wn und is then t.-o
1.1 tin' tine at a ii.t.
Item of Interest.
A rat is a Chinaman's turkey.
Horseshoes are made in California vf
compressed raw hide.
Fine rabies have beeu discovered
southwest of Gunnison, Utah.
Alout forty different trades are k pre
sented iu the building of a ship.
Using tho national fl.g for advertis
ing purposes is fined in England.
The population of France u the last,
day of last year was 3i,!K)5,788 ; Pari,
2,410,34'.).
The best brushes iu the world are
made in America, but the bristles
are imported chiefly from Germany and
Russia.
A little fwir-year-old boy iuquired
concerning the stars : " Pa, what are
those things up' thero are they bttlo
drops of sun ?"
Oue Kentucky farmer approjin'ai" ! il-c
yearly product of one acre of his fun"
to the purchase of reading matter for
himself and family.
A boy up in Connecticut who ran
away from home because the old man
switched him, remarked that " his en
durance could no father go."
"The book trade is affected, I sup
pose, by the general depression. What
kind of books feel it most?" "Pocket
books," was the laconic seply. '
Our modest young men will breathe
easier when some ingeniouschap invents
a turkey-carving contrivaneo that works
with a crank like an apple parer.
" My dream of life is o'er," murmured
Mr, 3ffan, as he stretched himself out on
theofa for on after-dinner nap. " Falfi
songster," exclaimed his wife, about
five minutes later, " your dream of lite -isV
ore," and she Jastened a clothes
pin on his noic to' atop the dreadful
noise.
Why is a lamp chimney like a Chicago
savings bank ? No ono appears 'able to
answer this. Danburu Ae'i. That's
a mere snare. It'a too easy. 1. Because
they're sure.to break. 2. . Because a soot
is apt to grow ont of them. 3. Because
they can't stand a strong draft.- 5. Be
cause there is something wick'-ed at tlTe
bottom of them. . G. Because they!re . s
hollow. 7. Because they've benzine to
bust. ' 8. But there! there! we're
weary, we're a-weary, wetiro sad and
sore perplexed ; let our answer to yonVj
querv be continued in onrficxt J'iila.
Ituliettn. ' " - -
IJie Bird.of Paradise.
The Jardin d'Acclimntntion, Paris, has
just received some living specimens of
the bird of paradise, which it has hither
to been fouu'd rarely iosBiblo to Itfirij;
alive to Europe. This bird is a native
of New Guinea, the inhabitants of which
coOntry endeavor to keep up the fable
relative to these specimens of tho
feathered tribe, by persuading the
Indian merchants to whom tiny sell
them tkafr they have no feet, und that, u
they liyo" ou air and light, they have '
neither stomach nor intestines. That
belief was encouraged by the form given
by the Papnau naturalists or dealers to
prepare them for sale, by drying i
bird with its plumes after taking out tho .
iuside and tearing oil' the legs. It .
rarely found exceptiug in the eountru -s
which produce spices, and, purticulai-1-in
Australasia. New Gninea, which .
comprised in that part of the. world, and
the Aroo islands nerr, eoniain many
specimens. The pineapple aun nnimeg
tree grow there in the midst of immense
forests, and supply their principal food.
The Papuans, barbarians m they are,
derive considerable profit from the sale
of the bird, and take it with nets or
sticks smeared with birdlime. "In tli
latter case they take it ale, but as it i
very difficult to preserve, they prefer to
use the bow and arrow. The-nnuiner io
which this chase is carried on is -ry
curious. The men climb silently in the
dark like cats into the trees in wttieh the
bird sleeps, puss the uight in the forl
of the branches, and at daybreak shxj
at tho birds while they lire still asleep,
with very light arrows made from the
ribs of leaves of the palm-tree. Tlu-i.
addretK is so marvelous that the Lir
generally falls to the ground infitet,
stunned rather than wounded. The sn.-i
centiuuo as long as they can, and the,,
descend to the ground ami proceed to
the preparation aud embalming of their
victims. The Malays of Mahux-a are tc
chief purchasers of the birds, which
they-carry to the Molucca Isles, whence
they are sent to India, China ami
Europe. , ,
What a Bundle (Villained.
There were five of them from the
Monumental District, and having feunte.t
to their heart's content on the great
variety of holiday goods on sale,, they
came tripping out of the spacious en
trance of one of our dry goods stores,
when they espied a nicely done up-
package, apparently diopped by oue of
the many seekers alter holiday goK
A minute more aud one of them had
seized it nnd they vero hurrying dom
the street speculating as to it contents.
" I hope it is a good-sized dress pat
tern," says the huppy .owner, 1.4
hugged it close for "fear of its beift;(
spirited away. " If it was mine I would
rather it would be a velvet cloak," cried
one of the others, as she euviously eyed
the packet. "Oh, I wouldn't; I'd
rather it would be a new hut," was ti"
comment pf another; and so they spen,
luted until they reached home, when t
btring was loosed, and their aton ''
an.l dihuppoiuteit eyes rested on u
soiled end dilapidated, pair f
probably jubt exchanged ir u
-tthieh thr owner ha l n
ti e did on. -u '