Hatos of Advertising. Oii:3quare (1 inch,)ono insertion -One Hiiaro " ono nmnlli - - !!(' One.Nquaro " lUrf o month - ( (x; One Square " one your - - 10 0 Two Squares, one yeai - - 1"0 Quarter Col. " - - - - " f.o Half " " - f'O TO One " ... - 100 CO Legal notices at established rales. Marriage and denth notices, gratis. AH bills for yearly advertisements col leoted quarterly. Temporary advertise ments must lie 'paid fur in advance. Job work, Cash cm Delivery. "1 l Um.lflHKD EVKRY WEDNJMDAT, IT r. 3a. wuixric. OFFICE If R0BIN30S & BONNER'S BUILDIKG ELM BTBXKT, TI0NE3TA, PA. TERMS, H.60 A TEAR. ',. ,?i ?"Wr'Pt,"n received for a shorter V rlo 1 than throo months. (Vri(y,,,,1,,),.,M'o solicited trom nil parts o the country, N ,. will i.c,, anonymous ommiinientions. VOL. XII. NO. 37. TIONESTA, PA., DEC. 3, 1879. $1.50 Per Annum, A t'ou n( rjr Tlinnksglrlng. Ay, good man, clone, tho great barn door; The mellow harvest time is o'er! The earth bus given hor treasures moot (1 golden corn and hardened wheat. You ami your neighbors well linvo wrought, And ol tho Summer's bounty caught; Won from hor H-nilus and from hitr tonrs Much goods, perhaps, for many years. You conic a tiibuto now to pay The bolls proclaim Thanksgiving day. Wtdl have you sown, woll havoyou reaped; And of the riches yon havo henpod, Yon think, perhaps 'iat you will give A part, that others, too, may livo.Q Rut if such argument you uso, Your niggard bounty I refuse. No giits you on the altar lay In any son ho aie given awuy. I. ! rings from I Ion von a voieo abroad: " Wlio helps (iod's poor doth lend tho Lord," What is your wealth? Ho'd have you know Thave it, you must let it go. Think you tho hand by Heaven struck cold Will j ct imve power to clutch its gold? Shrouds li.wo no pockets, do they say? Behold, I show you than tho way: Wait not till death shall shut the door, Rut send your cargoes on before. Io! he that givelh ol his hoard To help Clod's poor doth lend tho Lord. To-day, my brethren do not wait; Yonder ttand a Dame Kelly's gate; And-would you build a mansion fair In Heaven, send your lumber thero. Kach stick that on hor wood-pilo lie May mine a dome beyond the ikies; You stop tho rents wilhiu her walls, And yonder rise your marble hall; For evt ry pane that stops the wind There shiiioHi one with jasper lined. Your wealth is gone, your form lies cold, Hi t in the city puved with gold Your h ird is held in hands divine; It bears a name that marks it thine. Heboid the bargain have made; ith usury tho dobt is paid. N moth doth eat, no thieves do slea', No siiirering heart doth envy loci. Uii g o it tlio woi.Ih, Who of his hoard Duth help (iod's poor doth lend the Lord! m do (.lit your cargoes under way ; The bells rii g outTh':ekgiviiig day? RED HIDING- HOOD. A THANKSGIVING STORY. Mies Dorothy Driseoll folded her plump hands over her shining silk apron, and congratulate d herself that " the day" hud passed off very pleasantly. She had invited Iter little namesake, J )orot hy Bel 11 )odic, for short to eome up to Grayville and spend Thanksgiving with her, and everything had been highly satisfactory; to be sure, it may have Beemed a little quiet and tame to Dodie, accustomed us she was to :i houseful of noisy boys at home; but still Mi-s Doro thy thought it might he a pleasant change, even the quiet arid llietamcness; and so it was, lor Dodie being the only sister, she was frequently called upon to do a thousand things for those same boyj whenever al.e had a holiday from school-teaching, and, the. -lore,' holi days to her wire often as much woi king days as any other of the three hundred and sixty oau. It was veiy pleasant atMiss Dorothy's. She lived alone in a dear little cottage, and everything always went on so sys tematically and perfectly well-ordered that it was a relief to Dodie, after the wild, rather upside-down way of things at home. Grayville was a trim little village, looking not unlike the toy sets of houses, fences and churches which children play with sometimes the cottages were so very white, the shutters so very green and the fences that surrounded each little home so very peaked and tidy. Dodie had arrived the afternoon pre vious, and was met by Miss Dorothy, who greeted her warmly, saying, as she stooped down to embrace the .ittle figure,. whicU was obliged to stand on tip-toe to receive the kiss: " What a little mite you are still ! Not grown an atom, except in ahem, well, if I were not afraid you would be vain, I'd say what; but you are very like your mother, Dodie; I remember just how she looked at seventeen, and there wasn't a prettier girl in the country. How old are you P" "Nearly eighteen, Miss Dorothy; but indeed I am not so very little; the boys measured mo tho other dw nmi t &&3fjm' feet," and Dodie held herself very erect as sue t ranged on beside Miss Dorothy's height and breadth. " Well, fcdare say what you lack in size you make up in quality, but I am ' very glad to see what there is of you, I assure you; I hope you will spend a pleasant Thanksgiving: it will be dull, no doubt, with no one but an old maid to talk to ; still I like to hear all the girl news going. I did hopo I should- be able to catch a beau for you, for I hoard that my old, or rather my young friend, Willis Woodman, was coming home; but, as ho did not come on this train, I dare say he is going to his grandfather's instead of his father's this Thanks giving." " As if I cared for a beau, Miss Doro thy!" cried Dody, tossing her head in dignantly. " Indeed, I am glad you and I are to be all alone. I don't like young men; the boys at home, as well as those I have charge of at school, give me a surfeit of masculinity, so that when I want to have a real good time I always prefer girls, and ' maiden meditation,. fancy freer Miss Dorothy smiled and shook her head at this uncommon state of mind at eighteen but made no answer; she knew the time was corning, as it comes to all. But Dodie did 'enjoy the "quiet and tnniflnoss," nevertheless, and was so full of girlish sparkle and wit and merri ment that Miss Dorothy almost felt a f;irl again herself. They went to tho vil ago church in the morning, of course, and eamo home to a delicious dinner, with the pudding that Dodio remem bered being so fond of when a child. Miss Dorothy recollected all her little namesake's tastes, and tried to gratify them. After dinner. Miss Dorothy said, as she washed the dainty Wcdgewood out of which they had drank their after dinner cup of tea, " I do wish old Mar tha Pratt had some of this pudding, she is so fond of my roly-polies, and I dare say her Thanksgiving has been mengre enough." "Let me carry her some, Miss Doro thy ; indeed, I'd like to take a little walk through the woods this afternoon, and I can go while you take your nap, and bo back in time to read the paper to you before tea." " Would you really like to, Dodie dear? Well that is real kind. I'll put up a little basket of 'Thanksgiving' right away, and you can start directly. Goup-stairs and get on your things, and I will have it ready by the time you are dawn."r Miss Dorothy bustled about and pre pared the dainty offering. ' There, see!" she said to Dodio when die came back, opening the lid of tho basket, and displaying its contents, "I have put in a part of our htet churning, i loaf of new bread, hall a roast chicken, and some pndding and jelly." "And how tempting it looks! How kind you are. Miss Dorothy," said Dodie, taking the basket and lifting up her red lips for a kiss. " Good-bye, I'll be back in an hour." " Are you dressed warm enough ! For you know there is a wild sweep of wind through the bare woods. Why, child 1 you look for all the world like little Rod Hiding-Hood," exclaimed Miss Dorothy, as she took in the petite figure in its bright red plaid cloak and the crimson scarf which Dodit had wound around her hat, nnd tied down under her dimpled chin. " Basket and all, even to the pot of butter," she said, laughing. " I hope Sow won't meet any wolf, my dear!" "Well, Miss Dorothy, if I do, I hopo my story will end like the new version of lied Kiding-IIood, where a kind wood-cutter chopping wood ner.r by hears Hcd Riding-Hood's screams and comes to her rescue, and they get mar ried and 'live in peace and are buried in a pot of ashes,' " and Dodie kissed her banc., and ran laughing out of the gate and up tho road toward the piece of woods which separated old Martha Pratt's little shantv from the well-to-do village cottages. It was a bright, clear, cold day, t he groun J was frozen, and walking good. Crossing a field of stubble, Dodie wa soon on her way through the woods How pleasant it all seemed to the city girl; this breezy breath of fino pure air! She took a keen delight in inhaling the fiint faded perfume that rose from the ground as Bhe crackled the rustling leaves under her feet. Finding a comfortable-looking log in her path, she seated herself to rest half way; there was an opening cut in the woods just here, which gave her a picturesque view of the old will and stream near by. Some men were building bonfires of dry leaves, and their gay songs and mery chatter reached her, and it all looked lil e a scene in an opera, Dodie thought. " How 1 should like to stop up here a month, and not see a school-room, a school-book, a school-boy agair.!" said Dodie, with a sigh. Just then she Mt something cold touch her hand that hung beside tlio basket at her side, and turning Dodie beheld what was itP Yes, it was a wolf! With a piercing scream upon her lips, she was about to take to her heels and run, but found she was faint with fear and could not move, and the wolf was eyeing her hungrily ; then, like a child, she covered her lace with her hands and began to cry . A voice suddenly called out impera tively: "Wolf, come here directly," and then sho heard a rapid step come crash ing through the leaves, and again the voice saul tenderly, "My dear little girl. did-Wolf really frighten you so terribly F Go off, sir," and the dog ceased snuffins at the basket and trotted off obediently ; then a pair of arms was wound about her, and her arms were gently pulled away, when she opened her tear bedewed eyes to see a very handsome young man. With another fainter scream now, Dodie released herself from the affectionate embrace and half sobbed, looking after the abashed animal that stood eyeing the couple at a distance. "Is he a dog? I thought he was a wolf." "Oh, no," laughed the gentleman, ' his name only is wolf, his nature is amiable, and he is of the genus cania. I beg pardon for having mistaken you for a child, aud s undertook to quiet your alarm as we do little ones ; but you really do look like Hed Itiding-nood, and here is the basket, which no doubt Wolf was investigating when he so startled vou." " Yes; perhaps he was entitling at the cold chicken, and I thought he was ready to eat me. Miss Dorothy said something about a wolf just as I started, you know, and so" "Miss Dorothy! Miss Dorothy Dris eoll?" interrupted the young man " Yes," answered Dodie, nodding her head. "I am going to take some Thanksgiving ta old Martha Pratt, and " "Why, I know Miss Dorothy well; she is a very dear friend of mine; I mant to have called on her last even ing," said the gentleman. "Oh, then you are " began Dodie, with a blush. " Yes, I'm Willis Woodman, and you are r" " I'm Dodio, Dorothy Bell, Miss Dris coll's namesake." "Why, then we are old friends, too; I played with you one Thanksgiving day when I was a little boy." "Did you ? I don't remember." stam mered Dodie, who had played with so many boys in her lifetime that she never recollected one individually. " Well, I do, and you wore a little red dress and white apron." "And hood P and basket P" asked Dodio? smiling. " No, you were not so exactly like the little girl in tho story as you are to-day ; but let me carry the basket, I am going in the direction of Martha Pratt's cot tage;" and the handsome young fellow took the basket from Dodie's hand and walked on beside her, talking volubly all the way. He was atcollege now, but he should graduate soon, and go right into business with his father. Was she at school yetP Yes, she was at school. How soon should she graduate " I graduated over a year ago." "What! and still going to school?" " Yes, every day, to teach." "Oh," and he looked down with a tender smile at the little girl-teacher, with the pityiDg thought, " Ah yes, I remember now. Miss Dorothy told me about her father's sudden death, and her being obliged to accept a position in order to keep her mother and broth ers;" and then ho changed the talk to something pleasanter, and almost before ahe knew it, Dodie stood at Mrs. Pratt's garden gate. " I will wait for you outside," said Mr. Woodman; "Martha is a great talker and she will keep us too long if I go in." "Oh, dear, dear, dear, what a cold day for you to come so far to bring a poor old woman a dinner," said Mrs. Pratt, when Dodie had delivered her message with the basket. "Oh, but I enjoyed the walk; it was delightful," said Dodie, with almost a sparkle in her happy voice, and with a rich bloom of color on her cheeks and lips. " You did P But you were not alone ; didn't I hear voices outside," said Mrs. Pratt. ("What big ears you have, grand mother,") thought Dodie, but sue an swered, "Yes, there is a gentleman wait ing for me." "Ah, ha! a gentleman? That means a sweetheart, I suppose. Well, well, that is quite right, my dear; at your age sweethearts are all believed honest and true; but don't blush so, child, you are as pink as a rose." "What big eyes you have, grand mother," thought Dodie, but she replied : "Oh, no, no sweetheart, Mrs. Pratt; only only a gentleman." " Who is he ; any of our village beys?" asked curious old Martha Pratt. " What a big mouth you have, grand mother," thought Dodie. " I mustn't stop a minute," she said, quickly; "it is after five; the crows are flying home, and it will be dark if I don't hurry. Miss Dorothy sent her best wishes, and will bo over to see you very soon ; good-by, Mrs. Pratt." and Dodie hastened out of the house, and ran down to the gate, where her lad was whistling for her. Such a delicious walk as it was home through the woods ; the sunset sky was gorgeous with color, and the whole world had never seemed so grand and beautiful before. " What a perfect Thanksgiving 'day it has been," said Dodio with a soft sigh, as though she regretted its close. " It has indeed," was the low reply, " I have never had so much to be thankful for in all my life!" They had reached juiss JJorotny'8 gate by tins time. " Will you come in, and see Miss Dorothy?" asked Dodie timidly. "Thank you, I will come in to see Miss Dorothy Bell," he whispered. Miss Dorothy Driseoll had had her nap, and wakened refreshed. She was sitting in her little low rocker now, waiting for Dodie's return; and as she smoothed down the shining breadths ol her silk apron, she congratulated her self that the day had passed off so pleas antly. " If Willis had only come, then all my wishes would have been gratified," she was saying to herself, "I know they would fall in love with one an other, and lie is going to get in business as soon as ho leaves college, and they might be married soon, and it's a match 1 have set my heart on." Just then the click of the gate sounded upon her ear, and presently, as if in an swer to her earnest wishes, she beheld Willis Woodman standing before her. "Why," sho exclaimed, rubbing her eyes as if to make sure 6he was quite awake, "Why, Willis? and Dodie?" looking first from one smiling face to the other. " Yes, both of us, Willis and Dodie," repeated Mr. Woodman, as though he liked the coupling of their names. "Well, where on earth?" she be gan "I found her in the woods," quickly answered Willis, " she was frightened almost to death by Woll " " A wolf," cried Miss Dorothy. " Yes, my dog." "Oh, dear! I see," laughed Miss Dor othy. " Yes, yes ; why Dodie, I believe the stnrv will t.nr! lib-a tlia nnur rA,.L:. alter all." "Story? end? What is that?" asked Mr. Woodman. "Why! I called Dodio ' Red Riding Hood' when she started, and she said the new way of ending the tale was to bring in a wood-cutter, a Woodman, you know, who rescues Red Riding Hood, and they marry and live in ' peace and are buried in a pot of ashes,' like all respectable fairy story heroines and heroes." Dodie's cheeks were as scarlet now as the scarf she was folding up, and she ran off upstairs to conceal her embarrass ment. " It won't bo my fault if it does not end in that way, Miss Dorothv; for I as sure you I have lost my heart at first sight." Miss Dorothy smiled and noddod her head encouragingly, and congratulated herself secretly that the evening prom ised as well as the day. "Oh, Miss Dorothy, he is just per fectly lovely," enthusiastically said Dodie, as she was helping Miss Dorothy set the tea-table, and Willis was out of doors bringing in some fresh wood. " Yi s, he is a very nice sort of fellow, but I am peal sorry to spoil vour plea sant Thanksgiving," quietly replied Miss Dorothy, with a merry twinkle in her eyes. Dodie looked surprised. "Be cause, of course," continued Miss Doro thy, " if you don't like young men, and hate boys, and are so surfeited with masculinity, it would have been much pleasanter for we two ' girls ' to have had our good time alone- In spite of Miss Dorothy's regrets, however, Dodie never passed a more delightful evening in all her life : and as tor Mr. Woodman, he was so thankful for the sweet gift the day had brought him, that he asked Dodie to spend all of her holidays from that day thence forth with him as his wife. She gave him her "promise true," and the very next Thanksgiving dinner eaten in Miss Dorothy Driscolls little cottage, Mr. and Mrs. Willis Woodman were her honored guests. A Woman's Testimony. "I want to know, Mrs. ," inter rupted Hubbard; "I want to knor on which side of your house the L is, north, south, east or westP" " It's on this side," replied the lady, motioning with her hand. "The east side?" "No." "The west sideP" " No it's straight across from Mrs. B.'s parlor window; not twenty feet from it, you " "Mrs. ," shouted the captain, " will you tell me if that L is on the east, west, north or south side of your house?" "It ain't on any side of the house," replied the witness, compressing her lips. " It's at the end. You know it as well as I do. Y.ai've seen it many a time, and there ain't no use " " Come, come, Mrs. ," interrupted Jrdge Cromer, "tell the gentleman where the L of your house is situated.,' " Haven't I been telling him just ns plain as I could." " Where is the L situated?" said Hub bard, desperately. "Right in tho lot, bang against the end of the house." " Will you answer my question ?" shouted the affable captain, rumbling up his hair in desperation . "What question?" " Is the L on the east, west, north or south side of the house?" "Judge I've told him just as plain as ever a woman could. I didn t come here to be sassed by no one-horse lawyer. I know him, and his father before him. He ain't got no business putting on airs. What kind of a family" "Silence!" thundered Cromer, " Now, Mrs. , which side of your house does the sun rise on?" "That one," said the witness indi cating. " Is the L on that side?" " Yes, sir." " Then its on the east side." "Yes." "Why didn't you say so thenP" asked exasperated captain. "Cause you never asked me, you bald-headed old snipe. I know a thing or " "That will do," said Hubbard. "Take the witness," he added, turning to Tom Wren, the opposing counsel . Eureka (Nev.) Leader. Slavery In New England. In the early days of the colony, before the importation of negroes, the Indians were sold as slaves. V e quote from a letter to John Winthrop : " Sih Mr. Endecot and myself salute you in the Lord Jesus, etc. Wee have heard of a dividence of women and chil dren Perquot captives in the bay, and woulu bee glad of a share, viz., a young woman or girle and a boy, if you think good. I wrote to you for some boyes for Bermudiis." In the following letter, to tlio same, written 1645, a scheme for the slave trade is broached : " If upon a Just warre with the Nara ganset the Ixird should delluer them into our hands, wee might easily haue men, women and children enough to ex change for Moores, which wil be more gaynefull pilladgo for us then wee con ceive, for I doe not see how wee can thrive vntill wee gott into a stock of slaves sufficient to doe all our buisines, for our children's children will hardly see this great Continent filled with people, soe that our servants will still desire freedome to plant for them selves, and not stay but for very great wages. And I suppose you know verie well how wee shall maynteyne 20 Moores cheaper than one Englishe servant." The Cotmtxticut Gazette during the revolution contained frequent adver tisements for runaway slaves, among them, " very black negro men," branded with scars received in Africa, " Mustee boys," and " Indian women." The time seemed to have been seized upon for a general hegira. The reward offered for their return was seldom more than five dollars. Lizzie W. Champyiey, in Har per's Magazine. What He Liked Best. Father to Young Hopeful, who has ust begun attending school "How do you like your school, my son?" Young Hopeful " Pretty well, sir.' Father " What lessons have you been studying to-dayP" Younjj Hopeful" Spellin', readin', 'rithmetic and g'ography." Father" What exercise do you like the bestP" Young Hopeful "Oh, recess, sir!" Yontera Statesvitm. In October, when the woods are glorious in thoir scarlet drapery, is the time to seek the autumn leaves and ferns. A tevere cold is otteu the result ol such pleasure trips. Dr. Bull's Cougli Syrup always cures coughs and colds. I'l w 25 cents. MARK TWAIX OX BABIES. Ills Serious Talk to the Kolillers of Army of the Temieixre. " Mark Twain's remarks at the banque' of the Army of the Tcnnewe in Chicago, were in response to the following toa-t: "The Babies: As they comfort us in sor rows, let us not iorgot thmn in our fostiri. ties." The humorist said : Now, thatx something like. Wehaven'tall had thf good fortune to be ladies; we haven't all been generals, or poets, or statesmen ; but when the toast works down to the babies, we stand on common ground for we've all been babies. It is a shame that for a thousand years the world's banquets have utterly ignored the baby as if he didn't amount to anything! If you, gentlemen, will stop and think a minute if you will go back fifty or a hundred years, to your early married life, and recontemplate your first baby, you will remember that he amounted to a good deal and something over. You soldiers all know that when that little fellow arrived at family headquar ters you had to hand in your resigna tion. He took entire command. You became his lackey, his mere bodyguard ; and you had to stand around, too. He was not a commander who made allow ances for time, distance, weather, or anything else; you had to execute his order whether it was possible or not. And there was only one form of march ing in his manual of tactics, nnd that was the double-quick. He treated you with every sort of insolence and disre spect, and the bravest of you didn't dare to say a ward. You could face the death storm of Donelson and Yicksburg, and give back blow far blow ; but when he clawed your whiskers, and pulled your hair, and twisted your nose, you had to take it. When the thunders of war were sounding in your ears, you set your faces toward the batteries nnd advanced with steady tread ; but when he tut ned on the terrors of his war-whoop you ad vanced in the other direction, and mighty glad of the chance, too. When he called for soothing syrup, did you venture to throw out any side remarks about certain services unbecoming an officer and a gentleman? No; you got up and got it! If he ordered his pap bottle, and it wasn't warm, did you talk back ? Not you ; you went to work and warmed it. You even descended so far in your menial office as to take a suck at that warm, insipid stuff yourself to see if it was right! three parts water to one of milk, a touch of sugar to modify the colic, and a drop of peppermint to kill those immortal hiccoughs. I can taste that stuff vet. And how many things you learned as you went along! Sentimental young folks still took stock in that beautiful old sayingth it when the baby smiles in his sleep it is because the angels are whispering to him. Very pretty, but " too thin " simply wind on the stom ach, my friends. If the baby proposes to take a walk at his usual hour half past two in the morning didn't you rise up promptly and remark(with a mental addition that wouldn't improve a Sunday-school much) that that was the very thing you was going to propose yourself P Oh, you were under good discipline. And as you went fluttering up and down the room in-your undress uniform," you not only prattled undig nified baby talk, but even tuned up your martial voices and tried to sing. "Ilock-a-by-haby on the tree top," for instance. What a spectacle for an army of the Tennessee! And what an affliction for the neighbors, too, for it isn't everybody within a mile around ti nt likes mil itary music at three- in the morning. And when you had been keeping this sort ol thing up t wo or three hours, and yout little velvet her d intimated that nothing suited him like exercise and noise, and proposed to fight it out on that line if it took all night "Go on! What did you do?" You simply went on till you dropped in tho last ditch. I like the idea that a baby does not amount to anything. Why, one baby js just a house and a front yard full by itself; one baby can furnish more busi ness than you and youi whole interior department can attend to; he is enter prising, irrepressible, brimful of lawless activities do what you please you can't make him stay on the reservation. Suf licient unto the day is one baby. As long as you are in your right mind never pray for twins. Twins amount to a permanent riot ; and there ain't any real difference between triplets and an insurrection. Among the three or four million cradles now rocking in the land are some which this nation would preserve for ages as sacred things if we could know which ones they are. For in one of tin se cradles the unconscious Farragut of the future is at this moment teething. Think of it! and putting in a word ol dead earnest, unarticulated, but perfectly justifiable, profanity over it, too; in another, the future renowned astrono mer is blinking at tho shining milky way, with but a languid interest, poor little chap, and wondering what has be come of that other one they call the wet nurse; in another, the future great his torian is lying, and doubtlessly will con tinue to lie tiil his earthly mission is ended; in another, the future president is busying himself with no profounder problem of State than what the mis chief has become of his hair so early, and in a mighty array of other cradles there are now some sixty thousand lu ture office-seekers getting ready to fur nish him occasion 'to grapplewith that same old problem a second time! And in still ono more cradle, somewhere under tho flag, the future illustrious commander-in-chief of the American armies is so little burdened wiih his ap proaching grandeurs and responsibilities as to be giving his whole strategic mind, at this moment, to trying to find out some way to gvt his own hi? toe into his mouth an achievement which (meaning no disrespect ) the illustrious guest of this eveniug also turned his at tention to some lifty-six years ago! And if the child is hut tlio prophecy of tho man there are mighty few will doubt that he succeeded. ITEMS OF INTEREST There nre 4,000,000 sheep in Texas. Tennyson smokes clay pipes that arc nuisance to his neighbor,". The small boy who got slightly scalded was only a little son-burnt. Lukcus. Kight thousand five hundred railroad ties are being brought into Arizona daily. "This world is but a fleeting show," and it is the same way with a circus. Picayune. Cremated Dr. Lo Moyne left throe sons $30,000 each, and two daughters $20,000 each. It is estimated that American travelers have expended in foreign travel the past summer $17,000,000. The rice crop of South Carolina for the year is estimated at 41,000 tierces, and that of Georgia at 2,600 tierces! A new kind of corn has been discov ered in the mountains of Georgia. The husks are bright purple, and are used by housewives to make a dye. Henry J. Byron, the successful London dramatist, says a new play is like a cigar. If it is good everybody wants a box; if it is bad, no amount of puffing will make it draw. The reading-room of the British Mu seum contains three miles of bookcases eight feet high. The dome whence the electric light irradiates the vast room is next to that of the Pantheon at Rome, the largest extant. An the beginning of -this century, the total number of copies of the Bible pro duced by writing or printing did not exceed 3,000,000. Since then the British and American societies have alone printed 110,000,000. Ditches are dug alongside the Iran Mountain and Southern railroad, three feet wide and two deep, by means of an enormous plow, which is drawn by a locomotive. This machine does the work of a thousand men. At a London book sale, a copy of Drew's " Essay on Souls " was knocked down to a shoemaker, who, to the great amusement of the assembly, innocently aaked the auctioneer if he k-ad any more books on shoemaking to sell. A miner lighted a fuse at the bottom of a Leadvillc shaft, got into the bucket, and shouted to the man at the top to hoist. The rope brake when he had been raised fifty feet, and let him fall. The blast exploded, and he was torn te pieces in the air. time's ciianuks. 'T was in Arabia's sunny laud lie wooed his bonny bride; His umber Ella, rain or shine, Was ever by his side; Hut now he docs not Kaffir her; No love tale does ho tell her; Ho'd tain lledouin something ch-e Alas! poor Arab-Ella. Yarnh SI ramt. Anecdote of General Hooker. Ixiuis II. Bond writes to the editor of the Cincinnati Enquirer: I served on General Hooker's staff for nearly a year, and on one occasion was assigned to duty as judge advocate of a general court martial, before which a private soldier in a Michigan regiment was brought, charged with desertion. The evidence showed that the prisoner had deserted three times, on the last occasion " in the face of the enemy." The court-martial sentenced him to be shot, and the record of his trial and conviction was forwarded to General Hooker for his approval. A short lime subsequently General Hooker came to my quarters, which adjoined his own, and said : " Bond, in this case against private , what do you think had better bo done P Are there no extenuating circum stances?" " None that I know of, general. He has deserted three lime." "Isn't there something in the case upon which you could base a recommen dation of mercy ?" " Not a thing. The proof against him was positive and not denied, and the witnesses say further that when he was with his regiment he was a worthless fellow and a constitutional coward." " That's just the thing," said the gen eral, positively. " The man is constitu tionally a coward, and you recommend him to mercy on that ground. I'll tell you what's the matter, Bond, his mother is at my iiuarlers begging for her son's life, anl I want to spare him." In accordance with tin's suggestion, the recommendation for leniency was writ ten, aud a few minutes thereafter a feeble old lady, with silver gray hair and a tearful face, was bowed out of the gen eral's door by the brave old hero, and turning away, she exclaimed, with up lifted hands, "God blecs you, General Hooker." The Secret of Business Success. A man with but one eye need have no difficulty in understanding how business success is achieved nowadays. To attempt t build up a successful trade by theold time, passivo plan i3 almost out of the question, lor the people have been edu cated up to looking into the newspapers for information ns to the points where the best and cheapest goods can be t b tained. , Although it does not by any means follow that those who do not advertise refrain because they havenothing special to oiler in the way of bargains, yet such is the inferenc e drawn by ninny purchas ers. Advertisement writing lias become a fine art. Many of the advertisements of the day furnish pleasant reading, es pecially when tho prices of good are annexed, and those prices are low. The most successful dealers now are those who persistently keep themselves before the people. "If," they argue, "ono advertisement helps business somewhat, a great many will help it still more, hence we will keep it up during the season." That there is philosophy in that kind of reasoning seems clear. It is a fact that in all our cities the most successful merchants, the men whose names arc most indentitied with those cities, are the men who advertise inces santly and largely. rhiladtlyhia iHar.
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