The Forest Republican. (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, June 08, 1881, Image 1

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VOL. XIV. NO. 11. TIONESTA, PA., JUNE 8, 1881.
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No Time for Hating.
.Hegono with fond I away with strife;
Our human hearts uumating I
Let us bo friends again I This life
Is all too short for hating !
Ho dull the day, bo dim tho way,
Ha rojigh tho road we're faring ,
J- ar ln-ticr weal wilh fnilhful fiicnd,
Thnn Htalk alono uncaring I
Tho barren fif, tho withered vino,
Aro types of selfiuh living;
But Kottln that givo, like thino and mine,
Itciimv their life by giving.
While ey preen waves o'er early graves,
On all tho way we're going,
Tur bettor plant, where sued Is scant,
Than tread on fruit that's growing
Away with scorn 1 Rinco die wo must
And rent oil ono low pillow;
There aro no rivals in tho dust
No foes beneath tho willow.
Ho dry tho bowers, so few tho flowers,
Our earthly way discloses,
Far better stoop where daisies droop
Than tramp o'er broken rososl
Of what are all the Joys we hold ;
Compared to joys above ns I
And what are rank, and power and gold,
Compared to hearts that love us ? .
So floot our years, bo full of foars,
So cloBoly death is waiting;
God gives us space for loving grace,
But leaves no time for hating. ;
A. J. II.Duganne.
PRINGLE'S FLAT.
' ' You will have a beautiful day, my
dear," said Mrs. Hope, as she looked ad
miringly first at her Bon Diet, who wa3
driving up to the door iu his jew buggy,
then at her daughter-in-law, Marj Hopo,
whose honeymoon was at its full.
" I am so glad I" said the young wife.
"What lovely worker we have had
ever since I came 'here ! not bt all like
what some of my friends predicted when
they said we ought to spend our honey
moon in the East.:' '
. Dick Hope at that rnorne it sprang
out of bis buggy Ijghtly, and gallantly
extended a hand to his wife.
" Nonsense I" exclaimed Rtyry Hope.
" t am not such a helpless creature that
I can't get. in myself ;" and she stepped
lightly into the buggy, witl a merry
tomb, . ,
7J$l lI?poHlMji elder gave an approv
ing nvd : " It's aa,well to let Dick
know ' you fnn help yourself. These
Western men I
" Need- managing like other men,"
interrupted .her duughter-in-law, with
another lartgh.
Old Mr. Hope, coming down from the
stables at that moment, eyed the horse,
buggy and harness (Dick had expended
seven hundred dollars on that turn-out),
then stood patting the horse's neck
kindly. lie was an admirer of fine
horses, and his judgment was sought
far and wide on all points of horse
flesh: " There's fine mettle here, Dick."
" I know it," said Dick, proudly.
"Cheap at four hundred," said Mr.
IIope. " Have you tried her yet ?"
" I think she's go od for two-twenty
ono without much of an effort."
" Why, isn't that a fast horse, Dick?"
asked his wife, whose curiosity was
aroused. I
Just middling," answered her hus
band. " We have them out here faster
than that." I
"It is fast," said his father. "We
used to think it impossible, but we have
got so far on now there's no telling
what's in a horse. I like this mare very
much.' It it was anybody else's, I'd
" Come, now, what would you give,
father?" said Dick, banteringly.
" It's all in the family, so I'm saved
a hundred dollars at least."
" A hundred more wouldn't buy her,
father. Just say to, anybody that covets
my new mare I won't take a cent less
than seven hundred dol.'ars. Why she
goes like wind.
" That reminds me, Dick, you'd best
take tho road round by Drake's."
" And lose a good lialf-hour," said
Dick.
" That's a long way round, father,"
said the elder Mrs. Hope.
"You take my advice," said her hus
band. "I mean coming back. It
doesn't matter going. If it should blow
you will find it tafest.
Dick, who was adjusting a strap,
looked off east and west, Bmiled in a
satisfied way and observed: " I don't
see any signs of a storm. .
"Nor 1," said his father; "but no
one -nows anything about the wind
here. I'll never forget the sweep I got
twenty years ago coming over Pringle's
Fiat."
" That is whore wo are going, isn't it,
Dick?" Mrs. Dick Hope looked the
least trifle anxious as she turned to her
husband. " Was it so bad, Mr. Hope ? "
"Bad! Bad's no name for it. Why,
it blew my wagon as far as from here to
the Darn, blew tne norses on ineir ieei,
tore up trees and lodged me against a
rock that saved my life.
" That must have been terrible," said
Marv Hope.
"Don't let him frighten you," said
. Die, smilingly; "lightning never
: strikes twice in the same place. I'm all
j riglrt, you see. Tho only time I was
i .i... T e.
vou Are we all ready now? Basket
in, Mother?"
3 rs. Hope nodded gayly, Dick lifted
ihe reius lij.Ttly nd away the new
bir' 'j with its happy occupants sped
ov the prairie.
1 was early morning.; The fingers of
tlnj dew stretched upward, dissolving
tli l.iliuJowy "mist that hiing over the
Vfrieand tho thiii line, of woodland
Uv awkl til to tho west like a
fringe on a neatly-cut garment. The
young wife inhaled the perfumes ex
haled from the flowers, filling the at
mosphere with rich odors. There were
lines upon lines of variegated tints
above tho horizon. Such a Bunriso
Mary Hope had never looked on except
among tho mountains. There wcro tints
of crimson, amber and gold ; and above
all white pillars rolled majestically,
palaces more magnificently and stately
than any that tho human mind could
conceive.
"How grand I" she sail, us Dick
looked smilingly at her.
" The mind of man cannot measure
all its beauties," said Dick, as he lighted
a cigar and settled himself down for
Borne " solid enjoyment."
As tho red and golden glories stretch
ed above tho horizon a light breeze
sprang up, fanning Mary nopo's cheeks,
caressing her hair lightly, and sighing
through the thin selvage of trees which
Dick's father had planted along tho
roadway before his son was born. The
god of day wheeled his chariot aloft, ra
diating, a3 only the summer can, tho
rarest tints of amber, and crimson and
gold, until tho purple glories, rolling
aloft like great billows, gradually arched
themselves into the semblance of a gate
way ; through which Mary Hope caught,
in fancy glimpses of tho celestial city.
She did not speak, but sat perfectly
quiet, drinking in the beauties of tho
most beautiful morning Dick Hope had
ever witnessed in the West.
" There is Pringle's Flat," said Dick,
suddenly, pointing ahead.
"Surely We have not come seven
miles, Dick?"
" Scarcely, now far is that ahead ?"
"Is it a mile, Dick?"
" That's what the smart hunters from
the East Bay when they shoot and miss
their game. It's the atmosphere, Mary."
"It's a small place," said his wife, as
she looked forward to Pringle's Flat,
lying a little below them. Beyond it
there was a ribbon of molten gold, made
by the sun's slanting rays falling upon
the river. " And that is the river."
" We'll be there in twenty minutes,"
said Dick Hope, " when I want to intro
duce you to some of the nicest people
in this end of the State."
The people Dick referred to received
the young couple in a manner that made
Mary Hopo's cheeks glow with gratifica
tion. Her husband was a man univer
sally admired as fine a specimen of his
kind as was ever produced west of Prin
gle's Flat. The bride during the two
hours they remained in the town created
a ripple of talk. There was something
about Dick and his wife that made peo
ple turn to look at then. When they
drove away a score of friends waved
Brood wishes and tossed kisses after
them.
" Now for Dan's Rock," said Dick, as
he gave his mare the rein and cast a
backward glance at Pringle's Flat.
"Pretty, isn't it?"
"Pretty?" said his wife. "Why,
Dick, it's lovely ! See the light on the
church windows; it looks as though it
were really on fire. The houses are so
pretty, too, the streets so wide, and
there is such an air of peace and com
fort about it ! Why, it is like a town
that has grown up in a night, it is so
wonderfully clean and neat just what
a painter would make if he were paint
ing towns to please people."
" I'm glad you like it. That reminds
me; do you see that house above the
church, to the left?"
"It looks charming the prettiest
house there."
"Glad you like it."
"Why, 'Dick?"
"It's yours. I bought it before I
went East for you. We'll look inside of
it when we return, if we have time."
That was Dick Hope's way.
The drive to Dan's Bock occupied an
hour.
" Now for a trial of your strength,"
said Dick, a i he tied his horse to a tree
at the base of the groat rock and assist-
ked his wife to the ground where they
were to lunch.
Must I climb up there, Dick ?" said
Mrs. nope.
"That's the programme, what we
came out for to-day. You've heard so
much of the view from Dan's Hack that
you want to see it for yourself. Do you
know you remind me now of Tarthenia
fetching water from the spring ?"
" Parthenia tamed her husband, didn't
she, Dick? I'm glad your mother
saved me the trouble."
. That was a lunch Mary nope often
recalled in after years. Dick persisted
in forcing all kinds of dainties upon
her, " Irish fashion," as she said rJter
ward. It was the first time she had ever
had him to herself in the glad day with
no curious eyes to poer on them, and
she subjected her lord and master in
her turn to such straits that he gladly
cried quits as ho put his hair out of his
eyes and viewed his tormentor.
Then they slowlj mounted the mass
ive heap called Dan's Hock. Such a
view ! A sweep of forty miles in one
direction, east, and almost as grand a
view to the west. .
Dick sat down and handed his wife
the glasses as he lighted a "resh cigar.
" Do you see that hill away off to the
left there?"
"nasn't it a curious shape?"
" That's where the wind comes from.
They manufacture it up thero."
"What do you mean, Dick ?"
" There's a valley back there that ex
tends full forty miles northwest, where
you come to prairie land like ours back
of Pringle's Flat, orjv there is ten times
more of it. Tho wind rolls down the
valley and plays the vety deuce with
things on the river about the Point.
Sometimes it rains, and then you'd
think tho heavens were emptying; all
the water in the valley sweeps down
below us here, fills the valley where it
narrows there like the neck of a bottle,
and then look out for trouble. I saw
it once; that is all I want to see."
"Is it bo awful, Dick?"
" It is really awful, Mary."
"And now it looks like like the
plains of Egypt. I can't conceive of
anything disturbing the porfect peace of
this beantiful flcene. See that cloud
away off there, Dick."
" About the size of a man's hand? I
soe it."
" It's the only speck in the sky," said
his wife.
"It's not like our sky, then," said
Dick, as he kissed her standing on the
very top of Dan's Bock. "Do you know
it is time we were moving now?"
" We havo only been here a little
while."
" It's three hours since we stopped at
tho foot of Dan's Bock."
" My goodness, Dick !"
" That's what I'm always saying to
myself when I think you took me be
fore all the other fellows.'"
"It can't bo."
" Look for yourself," said Dick, hold
ing out his watch.
"It's the grandest day of my life,
Dick. I wouldn't .have missed it for
anything."
He gave her his hand and helped her
down tho rough places. Once in a
while Mary would stop to gather bits
of moss and flowers as mementos of a
red-letter day. At least an hour was
consumed in the descent. Then they
got into the buggy and turned home
ward, but not on the road leading past
Drake's.
" We want to see all that can be seen,
don't we?" said Dick.
" By all means," answered his wife,
as she tied her hat loosely and pre
pared to enjoy the drive home. " But
didn't your father tell you to go home
by Drake's?"
" The other is the better road."
"You know best, Dick."
Dick's mare went at a slapping pace.
" She smells oats," said Dick.
"Look at Pringle's Flat, Dick."
" Pretty, isn't it ?" ,
"There is not a leaf stirring, one
would think. It looks so restful over
there ! It might be a deserted village."
" It does look unusually quiet, now I
notice it. But then this sun is terrible.
See if you can find our house over there,
Mary."
There was a long silence, then the
young wife gleefully pointed out the
house, and there was another long
silence which was broken by Mrs. Hope
saying suddenly: " What is that curious
sound I hear ?"
"I hear nothing."
" There I Do you hear it now ?"
Dick inclined an ear. They were fair
ly clear of the rough land at the base of
Dan's Bock now and the mare was trot
ting rapidly. Suddenly her driver's
firm hand brought her upon her
haunches. Dick listened intently. His
wife was right; her ears were keener
than his. There was something in the
air.
At that instant Mary's hand clutched
his arm convulsively as she cried out:
"Oh, Dick, what is that back of us?"
She was looking back with horror
stricken eyes and pale lips.
Dick turned. A cloud like a black
wall was rushing down upon them; it
seemed to Dick Hopo's eyes as black
aink. An awful fear possessed him.
There was a hush, a stillness, in the air
as chilling as the terrible cloud behind
them. " Go 'long I" he exclaimed des-
Eerately, cutting the mare fiercely with
is whip.
The mare shot out like an arrow, and
at that moment another sound smote
their ears a sound that was like the
crash of worlds. The mare plunged,
reared, then resumed her onward course.
Her owner had lost all control over her.
But one thought animated Dick Hope
as he clasped his wife with his right
ami, while he held fast to the reins with
his left hand, shutting his teeth like a
vise. That thought was, "Pray God
we reach the river bottom !"
The earth groaned under their feet.
A sound like the rush and roar and
scream of a, million locomotives deaf
ened them. Dick Hope instinctively
turned and clasped his young wife in
his arms. He did not see the mare; he
saw nothing but his wife's face, and
something in it struck terror to his
heart. His own was ashy gray at that
moment, as was his young wife's when
she turned her last appealing look upon
him and moved her lips. His one
prayer was that they might die together.
It seemed to them then that all the
sound in the air and earth was con
densed, gathered into one awful shriek.
Earth and sky were obliterated. Dick
Hope felt himself lifted up and flung
like a flake through the air. -
When he recovered his senses he was
lying where he had prayed to be in
the river-bottom, with his wife close
beside him. The awful storm did not
divide them. The tornado, like a
raging beast, had simply taken them up
in his teeth, so to speak, tossed them
aside, and pursued its path. Where
they were lying the water was so shoal
that it icarcely covered them.
Dick sat up and spoke to his wife; she
did not answer. Then he put one hand
up involuntarily, iu a weak, helpless
way. There was blood on his face ; he
could not see ; his eyes were full of
sand. He struck himself in despair,
and, again grasping his wife, said, in a
hoarse voice: "You are not dead,
MaryV
Whether it was the water from the
river he dashed into his face or the Rush
of tears that came iuto his eyes, Dick
does not know to this day, but suddenly
his eyes became clear, and he could see
his wife lying with her face next him
and tho water washing her long hair
over her breast. He lifted her up. He
felt her hands, her cheeks. Then sud
denly ho summoned all his remaining
strength for ono supreme effort, and
dragged rather than carried her up tc
the dry shelving beach under tho blufl.
Mary IIope slowly opened her eyes and
looked at her husband. Then she put
her hands slowly up to her face and
covered it.
.Dick saw the tears coursing down her
cheeks. " Don't don't, Mary !" he
said.
" I can't help it. I am not crying
with pain or grief ; it's because you are
living, because wo both are spared."
Dick's strength returned to him. He
stood up and looked about him. Until
that moment he did not know that he
was coatless and without vest or shirt ;
he was naked. He pressed his eyes with
his hands and looked down on himself
like one awakening out of a dream. He
looked at his wife, still sitting with her
face covered with her hands : " Mary,
we are almost naked. There is nothing
on me, and your dress is in ribbons."
He looked up and down the river in a
helpless way, still pressing a hand to
his heart "I don't see any sign of
the buggy or the horse." Then he cast
his glance at the bluff back of them.
Come, let us go up on the bank."
Ho had to carry her.
" It is the horrible fright, dear Dick.
I'll soon get over it," she said, when he
set her down gently on the level ground.
" Mary, look over there. Do you see
anything ? My eyes are so full of sand,
so sore, that I can't make it out quite.
Everything looks blurred."
She did not answer him, It was not
because her eyes were not clear. As she
looked wonderingly, her hand, that had
never relinquished her husband's from
the moment he seated her on the prairief
clasped his convulsively. Then she ut
tered a loud cry.
" I I expected as much," said Dick,
speaking more to himself than to his
wife. "NRiing nothing man ever
made could stand before that Btorm."
"Oh, Dick," she exclaimed, sob
bingly, "there is nothing left of the
town not a house. I can only see a
heap here and there something like
fallen chimneys and smoke and fire."
" That's the end of Pringle's Flat,
Mary."
He looked back over the prairie
back to the fringe of trees that skirted
a portion of the road near the base of
Dan's Bock but a little while since. He
could not recognize the place he had
looked on a hundred times. The trees
had disappeared; they had been swept
from the face of the earth. Tnen he
shaded his eyes with his hand and
looked across to where Pringle's Flat
had stood in all the pride of a new
Western town. Dick Hope suddenly
knelt by his wife's side, still holding
her hand, saying: "Let us pray."
Among all those who witnessed the
awe-inspiring tornado that swept Prin
gle's Flat until not one stone stood
upon another, killing, maiming all
living creatures in its path, none have
such vivid recollections as Dick Hope
and his wife. When they refer to their
experience on that terrible day they
speak in a low tone, reverently, as
though standing in the presence of the
dead. David Lwci-t,, in Lippincott.
Her Terrible Adventure.
There were a party of four couple
coming over on the Sarcelito boat, last
Sunday, and the prettiest girl of the
gushers looked up at Mount Tamalpais
and said :
" Oh, that horrid, horrid mountain.
I had the most frightful adventure up
there last summer you ever heard of 1
It's a wonder my hair didn't turn
white."
"What on earth was it?" chorused
the rest.
" Well, you see, I was up thero with
a private picnic party, and I wandered
off by myself about a mile, pickjng
flowers. After awhile I sat down to
rest in a lonely canon, and before long
I heard a queer rustling sound in some
bushes right behind me. I knew at
once, somehow, that it was a grizzly."
"Great Scott 1 and you all alone!"
shuddered her escort.
" Not a soul within a mile of me.
Was just paralyzed with terror. I didn't
dare to Btir, but iu a minute I heard the
beast coming toward me through the
thicket."
" Oh, if I'd only been there," said a
pimply-faced young man, breathing
very hard.
" I knew it was no use to try and run,
and I had read somewhere that bears
never touch dead people. So I just
shut my eyes and held my breath."
" Gracious ! "
" Pretty soon the great brute walked
up close and began snilling me all over.
Oh, it was just terrible ! "
"Should have thought you would
have fainted."
"Oh, I didn't dare to," said the
heroine.
"Just then I suppose the party rushed
up and rescued you ? " said the appalled
audience.
" No, they didn't. Pretty soon I felt
the great beast pulling at the flowers in
my hat, bo I just got up and shooed the
horrid thing away."
"What I The grizzly?"
"Oh, it wasn't a grizzly. It was a
nasty old cow. But just suppose it had
been a grizzly."
.But the audience refused tg "r,up
pose," and the party looked like a
Quaker funeral until the bout struck
the wharf. Virginia (Ap.) Chronicle.
Resisted.
Four young men, clerks and students,
while on a summer vacation tramp
through Northern New England, en
gaged for a guide to a certain romantic
forest waterfall a boy named Forrest
Graves. Forrest was a fine, athletic
fellow, who could outwalk and outclimb
any amateur in tho mountains, and his
moral courage was quite equal to his
physical health and strength.
After he had guided the young men to
the waterfall, and they Lad satisfied
themselves with sight-seeing, they in
vited him to lunch with them.
"Thank you, I have my own lunch;"
and the bov went awav bv himself.
Later, when full justice had been done
to their repast, and a flask of brandy
had furnished each of the young men
with a stimulating draught, Graves was
called.
" You must drink with us, if you will
not eat with us," now said the owner of
the flask, and the most reckless of the
party.
"No, sir, thank you," was the boy's
courteous response.
" But I shall insist upon it."
" You can do as you please, and I
shall do as I please."
The young man sprang to his feet,
and with a bound stood beside rlie boy,
too much absorbed in his own rmroose
to heed the quivering lips and flashing
eyes of another.
"Now you are bound to try my
brandy, l always rule.
" Y'ou can't rule me."
These words were scarely uttered
when the flask was seized and hurled
into the stream, where the chinking of
glass betrayed its utter destruction.
Then a clear, defiant tone rang out:
" I did it in self-defense. You had no
Sht to tempt me. My father was once
a rich and honorable man, but he died
a miserable drunkard, and my mother
came here to live to keep me away from
liquor till I should be old enough to
take care of myself. I have promised
her a hundred times I wouldn't taste it,
and I'd die before I'd break my promise."
" Bravely said. Forgive me, and let
us shake hands. My mother would be
a happy woman if I was as brave as
you. I wouldn't tempt you to do wrong.
I shall never forget you, nor the lesson
you have taught me."
The most reckless was the most gen
erous, and seeing his error apologized
frankly.
How many boys need to be kept from
strong drink; and, alas, how many men
and women I Who dares tempt them ?
Let it not be you and I. Youth's Com
panion. It Looks Suspicious.
It seems suspicious for a dramatic
critic at a play to laugh until his vest
buttons rattle off like peas from a pod,
be affected to tears until he has to bor
row an extra handkerchief to absorb the
moisture, applaud tilt he seems to lead
an "encore," and then to write a criti
cism next morning condemning the play
as execrable and the actors as worse.
It seems suspicious for a young man
to call on the same girl every other even
ing and on another girl every othei
evening. It seems as if 'twould be
" s'mother evening " with him before a
great while.
It seems suspicious for a grocer to put
up a sign " None but diary butter sold
here," when there are a dozen kegs of
something or other with the labels
scraped off just unloading at his store
door.
It seems suspicious for a woman whom
you have knowr since she was a girl as
a decidedly freckled Bpecimen, to ap
pear on the streets without a freckle in
sight.
It Beems suspicious foi a restaurant
keeper to carefully avoid dining at iis
own place of business, just for the sake
of walking two miles to dine with his
family.
It seems suspicious for a clerk who
gets G a week salary to appear in a new
pair of mauve pantaloons and suit to
match at least four times a year.
It seems suspicious for a man to bring
down a cotton umbrella in the morning
and carry home a silk one at night. It
also looks like a good trade. New
Haven Jieg inter .
The proclamation of a king of Poland
could not be made without the free and
undivided consent of every member of
the nobility. At the coronation of
Ladislaus, the eldest brother of King
Casimir, the primate having demanded
of the nobility whether they accepted
that prince, one of tho inferior nobility
replied that he did not. When he was
asked what objection he had to Ladis
laus he replied that he had none, except
that he did not wish him to be king,
and persisted in this for more than an
hour, during which time he necessarily
delayed the proclamation. At length he
threw himself at tho king's feet and
said: " I only desired to see whether
my country was still froe. I am now
satkfied, and give my suffrage for your
majesty."
A man who was too poor to indulge
in any luxuries other than children was
presented by a loving but unreckoning
wife with triplets three boys and he
sought for some family to adopt them.
Mr. Clark was rather inclined to take
them, but his good wife thought one
would perhaps be enough. They were
talking it over before their little eight-year-old
daughter, who said: "Why
don't you take ono of them, ma, or don t
they want to break the set ?"
SHE 11ELIEVED IN AUVEUTISINCl.
"Oh, win-re are ynii going, my pretty maid?"
" To do aume 'chopping," aha eweutly itaid;
"Ami where," 1 nuked, in a glad surprise ;
' Oli, anywhere, where tiny aJvorUoe 1"
Singular Marks on a Woman's Face.
Mrs. Marcil, of St. Jean Baptisto, is
reported to have her face marked with
mysterious figures and letters. A re
porter visited her and gives the follow
ing account cf the interview: One week
from last Thursday, it is claimed, the
first appearance was noticed on tho left
cheek of the face, and since that time it
has appeared and disappeared continu
ously, always in the Bame place. The
letters and figures the first few days
were of a brown color, but later they
have become of a bluish hue. The fol
lowing figures and letters, as taken down
on a paper by a party present and shown
to the reporter, aro Baid to have appear
ed on Monday afternoon, viz. : I, G, A,
E, D, A, I, J, A, E, C, 9, X and F. Mrs.
Marcil is of a prepossessing appearance,
rather below the medium height and not
averse to the visitors who have called
upon her lately to become eye-witnesses
of the remarkable occurrence. She
seems to be entirely unconcerned her
self as to the appearance or disappear
ance of the phenomena on her face and
conversed with the reporter and A. Cob
lentz, of Morris, who was present at the
time, quite freely on the subject, stat
ing that before she went to bed on the
previous evening she looked into tho
mirror and the figures 1, 8 and 4 could
be distinctly seen. At the request of
the reporter and the evening drawing
to a close, she drew her chair
to the window and exposing her face to
the light in a short time both vif itors
were astonished at the result, for, tho
reporter adds: "We must confess that
previous to this our credulity did not
make us easy of belief, but there on the
left cheek on Mrs. Marcil's face, al
though not so colored as we have been
led to believe, the letter E was stamped,
plainly to be seen. The letter resem
bled to us more the appearance in col
oring of a smart slap having been given
on the face. This disappeared, to bo
replaced in a short time by the figure 4,
and almost immediately by the lettei
R, it being closely joined to the figure
4, in the shape of a monogram. Sat
isfied with what we had seen we took
our departure, totally unable in any way
to account for the appearance and won
dering in our minds if it had any re
lation to old Mother Shipton's prophecy.
Here is a circumstance for some scien
tific man to investigate. Winnipeg
Manitoba) Times. ' ,
Artemus Ward's Pranks.
The May Scribner has an anecdotal
paper on " Artemus Ward; his home
and family," with a drawing of the
homestead", a portrait of his mother
and a new drawing of Ward as a lec
turer, based on the obsolete sketch in
the old "London Illustrated Times," and
which is said to be the only satisfactory
portrait of the humorist. Tho follow
ing is vouched for by the writer as
new:
" Among his youthful diversions was
the writing of lotters to prominent per
sons in all parts of the country whose
names he happened to see in print
entire strangers to him. These usually
referred to some prospective business
arrangement. Thus he would write to
some gentleman in New York: 'Dear
Sir I'm sorry to say I shan't be able
to get that harness done on the day I
promised;' or, ' I will not be able to
call at your house, as you requested,'
etc. In this mystification of unsus
pecting people he was not unlike the
German Owiglass, who," while always
playing the fool, never lacked fools
upon whom he might try experiments.
Nothing seemed to please him more
than to get the better of his brother
Cyrus. One very cold night in the
winter, when he had come home at a
late hour from an entertainment, in
stead of going quietly to his room, for
which his mother had provided by
leaving the doors unfastened, he sta
tioned himself in the street and called
to his brother as if in deep distress
about something. Cyrus was slow to
wake and appear. Charles continued
calling, and with more agony, CyI Cy!
Ho ! Cy !' When Cyrus at last came to
the window he solemnly asked: 'Do
you really think, Cyrus, that it is wrong
to keep slaves ?' "
HEALTH 1ILNTS.
All stimulants, even tea and cofl'ee,
act upon the system as poison, and are
consequently injurious.
The Family I'hyxician says: Digestion
requires leisure. Never eut until you
can be sure of leisure for digestion.
After rest then "give an hour of exercise
to every pound of food."
Terra alba, or white earth, is used to
adulterate white sugars, cream of tartar,
and other comnionbjyised articles. Its
use tends to produce disease of tho kid
neys, bladder and stomach.
Writes Mr. Labouchere: I arrived at
Milan from the Lake of Como. I felt
tho symptoms of malaria, and, instead
of sending for a doctor, shut myself up
in my bedroom for two days and two
nights, during which time my only nour
ishment was lemonade. VThis regime
entirely cured mo. WeroVhose who
catch any malarial fever to pnrsue the
same course they would find it worth all
tho prescriptions that doctors ever
WTOte.
Dr. Guillasse, of the French navy,
reports that in th early stages of ty
phoid fever coffee is almost a specific
against typhoid fever. He gives it to
adults, two or three tablespooufuls of
strong, black cofl'ee every two hours, al
ternating with one or two teaspoonfuls
of claret or Burgundy wino. The bene
ficial effect is immediate. A little- lem
onade or citrate of maguesi.i should 'bo
given daily and after aw hile a little qui-nine.