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HONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 5, 1883. $1.50 PER ANNUM. mm CONSTANCY he BAin : And leaned as he spoke on the pasture liars, That he vowed by tb heavens blue 13v tho silvery moon and tho fhining tars To over provo leal and truo. " Men chango, 'tis true," ho raid, " but ohl Believe mo, my own dear love, Affection like mine, as time will dhow, Has a strength that no power can move. BliE said: ""Kjo frnr or doubts, beloved, have I, For deep in thia hi art of mine Is a lo ro that will nover dim or die, But will last for aye like thine I" lie gave her a ring and a fond caress, While her tears like a torrent foil ; As with fult'rlng words and In sore distress, lie bode Lor a long farewell. But the man in the moon, who bad often viewed Such tender scones, I ween, Winked knowingly then, as the lovers stood Beneath, in tho silver sheen, Two summers with, blowoiu and bud were gone, Two winters with front and snow ; And aguin, the man in the moon looked , down On the w!jaing world below. And what did he soo ! Why, the lover had, won A widow with wealth galore, While the maiden hod wedded, that very morn, The clork of a dry goods store. Quoth the man in the moon : "It's exactly now As it was when tho world began j No weaker thing than a woman's vow, . Excepting the vpws of a man." These things have given the man in the moon Such cynical views of life ' That this is tho reason he lives alone, And never lias taken a wife. MOTHER AND SISTER. " What is your name?" "Clip." , "Rather appropriate, I fancy," ob served Jack Cranford, eyeing the dwarf ish figure of the lad before, him. "Who do you belong to?" ' "Nobody.' " Well where on-carth did you come from?" " Clipper Can." Cranford indulged In a hearty laugh. "You want to know if you cun stay here, ch? Yes, you may, but I warn you that you won't get either fat or rich very noon unless you have better luck than the rest of us." " Can Clipper como too?" inquired tho boy, with on upward glance of his sharp black eyes. " Who in the nnmo of all the gods is Clipper? Your dog, eh?" " No, sho huin't a dog, she's a gal, my sister." ."Where is she now?" "Down by tho gully washin' her feet 'cause they hurt." "How old is she?" "Don't know; bigger'n me, though." "Concise and explicit," remarked Cran ford, with an amused smile. " You ;had butter run along and bri ng her up to camp, ft is growing dark nud you may get lost." " . " Clipper never gets lost, she can go anywhere," ho asserted in a tone which bespoke the utmost confidence in his sister'. . ' ' Crairford watched the ' boy as he bounded nimbly down tho hillside. " Hi-ch-hi-eh-hi," ho sang at the top of his voice. A musical " Uo-ch-ho-eh-ho" resounded throngh the hills and the next moment a slim girl darted forward, cuugbt Clip in her arms, kissed him and then gave liim a sharp slap on the cheek. " Ye hateful little toad, I thought ye ' was lost," the said by way of explaining the dual reception she had given him. ".Where ye bin?" Clip rubbed his face and muttered resentfully: " Up there, found a camp, the man wants ye to come too." "Oh, Clip!" she cried, not heeding his answer, "I wus (scared I thought they'd caught ye I wish yo wouldn't run oft liko that." The exclamutions were uttered in a breathless sort of way, and she placed her arms protectingly around him. A very pretty picture she made as she stood there. The golden red rays of the setting sun glimmering athwurt tho live ouk boughs, threw fantastic shadows over her gypsy-like face. Her scant costume, consisting of a brown petticoat and sack, and a guy colored Mexican shawl draped Spanish fashion around her head ami shoulders, gave her a quaintly picturesque air. Jack Cran ford, who had strolled leisurely after the : boy, appeared in view on a declivity a couple of v oi ds above them. tching a glimpse of him she started buck a lew steps, then lifted her dark, half-terrified eyes to his face. "It's only the miner,' whispered Clip, in n assuring tone. .and in hand they advanced to within a short dittunce from where he stood. Just then a group of men appeared on the other side of the camp clearing. The. firl's sham eves discovered them, nn.l in nn instant she was at Crunford's side, grasping his arm. "Don't let them touch him!" she, cried, her dusky face growing almost white. . "Nobodv shall harm either of you," said Cranford. laviiisr his hand on her shoulder. "Hello, Jack!" culled out one of the party, " who are your1 visitors?" , " Clipper ami Clip, of Clipper Gap," he responded. Then to the girl, "You nxedu't be afraid ; they all belong to our cump." "You were afraid of me, ch?"qucried j the newcomer, Dick Emory, "what dreadful crimo have you been pcrpctrat ing?" "I didn't do nothing bad," she replied with a touch of childish dignity, "but ho," indicating her brother,, " stole. Ho hain't got no one but mo- to look after him, and they were going to put him in tho rrfuge, so we run away." "Poor little creatures," said Dick, his pleasant-toned voice full of tender pity. " So you thought wo were ogres scut to capture you." Meantime the other miners had gath ered around the children, for the girl was a child in years, although n hard ex perience had left little of the child nature in her. "I'm not scared now," she unnounccd, glancing toward the group of rough men. "If ye ll let us stay I'll work for ye. Can cook an' wash, can't I, Clip?" The youngster screwed up one eye and nodded .his head in an impish sort of way, which caused tho miners to laugh heartily, and they nil expressed a desire to keep them for awhile at least. Later on they learned that the children were orphans. They never saw their father, but had been told that he lmd died be fore Clip was born. 8omo three years before their mother, when on her death- tied, had charged the girl to take care of her brother, w-ho had proved the torment of her life, but whom, nevertheless, she loved passionately. " I tried to make him good," she as serted, with a pathetic sigh, " but he'd steal every chance he'd get." Her real name, she told Dick Emory, was Carrita, and her brother's Ignatio, but they were called Clip and Clipper, because they were born in Clipper Gap. Dick Emory was young and handsome, even in his rough miner's dress. There was something c.mtagious about the mirth that sparkled in his dark-blue eyes and spread itself over his frank, boyish face. His courtesy and good-nature rendered him a general favorite with his companions; consequently thev wcr not surprised when Clipper exhibited a marked preference for his saciety. She seemed to anticipafo his slightest wish, ana whenever no rewarded her. with a smile a crimson flush would steal Into her brown cheeks and her beautiful dark eyes would irlow with pleasure. The girl was so young and childish in many ways that no one drcaraod she was capable of loving. And she, herself, was too simplo and - ignorant to comprehend the meaning ' of tho toy his pres. ence afforded her. She only knew she was happy happier than ever before and that was enough. Past sor rows were forgotten ; she was satisfied infinitely so with the present, and never gave a thought to the future. Did Em ory know, was he conscious of the love he had inspired in the breast of this child-woman? No; the sentiment was shrouded in such exquisite purity that even ho was not aware of its existence. All womanhood was sacred to him, even this embryo woman, who was touching his life with her love, and he treated her with a deferential tenderness, not for the purpose of winning her regard, but be cause ha could not da otherwise. Aiut, alas! for the peace of poor, ignorant little Clipper 1 Every touch of his hand, every soft inflection of his voice, drew the meshes closer around her. After the children had been in the camp several months the rainy season set in, and with it a low fever, which at tacked even-the most robust miner. It was then Clipper proved herself a minis tering angel. She refused to sleep; or even rest, when she fancied any of the sick men required her caro. Emory had a slight attack, but recovered in a few days. When all thought tho disease had spent itself the faithful young nurse was stricken down, but in her case it assumed a far more serious form ; the remedies that had proved beneficial to the others gave her no relief. Finally, a physician was summoned from the near est town, but his skill was of no avail. One evening Emory was sitting near the camp-bed upon which tho girl was tossing restlessly. " Poor little Clipper?" he murmured, tenderly stroking the dark hair back from her burning forehead. " You must try to get well, for I want to take you to Frisco next week. I am going to tell you a secret," he went on, hoping to in terest her. A slight movement of her head indicated her desire to heur it. " You see, when I came up here, about two years ago, 1 left one of the sweetest little girls in the universe in San Ftan cisco. She promised to be my wife as soon ajj " A low moan broke from the fever parched lips. - " What is it, dear? Are you in pain?" he questioned in a gentle, almost woman ly voice. " I have tired you with my nonsensical talk. There," bcuding over as a mother might over a sick child, "let me bathe your head awhile. I will keep very quiet and perhaps you can sleep." " No, tell me all about it," she pleaded, laying her hot hand in his. "1 like to hear ye talkin'." "There isn't much to tell," he re sumed, anxious to please her, "except that I love her better than any one in the whole world and hope to mako her my wifo next week." "Better'n me?" she questioned, in a strange, surprised voice. Her dark eyes were looking out yearningly from be neath their heavy lids, and Emory grew embarrassed under the searching gaze'. "My my love for you is something different like a father's for a child a brother's for a sister's," he stammered. "An' ye lil her better'n me better'n me?" she repeated the words in a f.r away voice, then with a sudden move she threw her arms around his neck, drew his face down and ki.s&cd it, saying: "I like you bctter'u Clip better'n thy whole woild." "You are maklaj Ltr talk too mutb, Emory, you remember the doctor said she must be kept quiet." It was Jack Cranford who spoke. Tho younger man arose. "les," ho assented, huskily, "she cannot bear agitation. Perhaps you can soothe her to sleep." He turned away and the next moment was Striding up the mountain as if hop ing to cscaiie tho torturo that filled his heart. "Good God, is it possible that that child has learned to care for me," ho asked himself. "And have I done aught to win her love. No, God knows I never dreamed of such a thing. I looked upon her as a child a guileless child to whom the sentiment of love was unknown." Dave Poole "was the first man he met when he returned to camp an hour later. "How is Clipper?" ho asked, glad that it was too dark for the man to ob serve his agitated air. "On the home stretch, I reckon, poor little gal ! She's been asking for you," he reponded, blowing his nose vigorously, hoping thereby to keep the teurs from lus eyes. Emory stepped softly into tho tent where she lay. . Death was dealing gently with her aye, even more gently than life had. A drawn look about the mouth was the only visible trace of his presence. Seeing her lips move, ho drew near. " Bury me out on tho hill where we went ono day to git flowers. It is nigher heaven up there," was what she said. The day that she was laid to rest on the' hill that was nearest heaven the miners gathered around the grave and sang "The Sweet By and By" for her requiem. It was the only sacred song they knew, and they sang it with fervor as if each hoped to meet poor little Clipper again " on that beautiful shore." Clip rather enjoyed the excitement, probauly for the reason that he did not comprehend his loss. The miners spoke more fjently to him. The best of every thing in tho way of food w'ns given him, and taking it all together ho had a very good time. , , In the years which followed, Emory tried, for Clipper's sake, to make un honest man of her brother, but, as the poor child expressed it, "he'd steal every chanco he got," and at last reports Clip was serving, gratuitously, the State of California. " A " Trouble-Moil's " Life. Tho lifo of a telegraph company's line man is a laborious and dangerous ono, and at times entails great hardship and exposure. In Philadelphia the Western Union company has live men whoso whole duty is to repair damages to the lino in or within a few miles of the cityi Ono of these is George Itfley, who went to sea for eleven years of his life and who has been in the employ of tho company for the past fifteen years. In speaking of accidents in telegraph work ho said : " There is some danger, of course, in linework, but as a rule it can be avoided if one is cool-headed and careful. Tho trouble with most men is that when they get acustomcd to climbing they become careless and reckless and some times get bad falls. The only man of our line that has been killed in my time was thrown to the ground by the break ing oi a cross-bur. There are very narrow escapes, though. I have climbed a pole that I thought, was sound and found when near the top that it was soft and' rotten i Ouce I fell about twelve feet, and only saved myself from falling to the ground by grubbing some wires. In Philadelphia the company has "about fifty poles that are from seventy to 100 feet high. Formerly we used to climb these' liko th& rest, but of late years the monsters aro fitted with iron steps, and going up them is nearly as easy as going upstairs. The steps were adopted be cause tho poles are valuable and the climbing made holes in them and caused them to be exposed to tho weather. One of these polea is eighty feet high. Formerly we had either to climb this pole or to got to it from tho roof. The jump from the mansard roof to the fourth cross-bar was fully five feet and tho cross bar, seventy feet above the ground, was only three and a half inches broad. You cun imagine that this was a small foot hold for such a jump, and yet we never missed it. 'The jump back to the roof was somewhat more dangerous, there be ing a space of only sixteen inches to land on and a wall to hump against. I took the jump several times, but liked it less and less at every jump. "The best and boldest climber I know is Dick Penn, of Baltimore. lie ' has climbed old poles that broke under him, but, like a cut, ho always fulls on his feet. He doesn't use any monkey-wrench, as others do, in getting out the two-aed seven-eighths-inch bolts that fasten tho croSs-burs to the pole, but pulls them out or kicks them out. A climber's outfit is generally a pair of climbing-irons, a pair tif nippers to break wire with and a sec tion of wire say ten pounds. I have seen Pcun climb a forty-five-foot polo with 160 pounds of wire thrown over his shoulder. James Grace, also a lineman, was the only other man who could climb with this weight. "They call us at the office 'trouble men,' for whenever there is anything wiong on the line we aro sent to fix it." PhiUidtluhia Timet. - Dinner Gratis. Cocobal, the famous French sponger, throws oil all restraint when ho sees uny chance of getting what he calls " a good blow-out." The way he invites himself to jour table is as simple as it is irresisti ble. Tho other evening he called on a friend who was just kitting down to '!in.'n r. " What, Gustavo, you are not kuMug dinner alone, are you?" he ex claimed, on entering. "I am, as you heu." "Ah! but it ii a lore to have to dine alou,. I'll tell you what, I'll sacri fice to you my eveuicg fr ouce l" THE ONE-EYED PASSENGER. HIS rEI.I.OW.TRAVEI,ESS THOUOT HIM CHICXEV-HABTED. nut 1I Proved tlia ItnTerne Wt.rn the ItOnd Ajremn niii .. Went ern Mnge'CvHrJi I'nltsbde. The Detroit Fret lrm tells how a number of passengers traveling in a Western stage-coach were mistaken in one of their number, and how they found out their mistake. The passengers were discussing the probabilities of being at tacked by "road agents." By-and-bye an army officer mentioned something about road agents, and directly the con versation became interesting. Loaches had been stopped at various points on the line within a week, and it was pretty irenerallv believed that a bad canr had descended on the route and were still ripo for business. The man with one eye had nothing to say. Once or twice he raised Ins head and that single eye blazed in tho darkness like a lono star, but not a word escaped his mouth. The captain had soid what he would, do in case tho coach was halted, and this brought out tho others. Jt was firmly decided to fight.. The passengers had money to fight for and weapons-to fight with. I ho man with one eve said nothinir. At such a time and under such circum stances there could be but one interpreta tion of such conduct. "A coward has no business travel ing this route," said the captain in a voice which every man could hear. Tho stranger started up, and that eye of his seemed to shower sparks of fire, but, after a moment, he fell back again without having, replied. If he . wasn't chicken-hearted, why didn't ho show his colors ? If ho in tended to fight where were his weapons ? He had no Winchester, and so far as any one had seen as ho entered the coach ho was without revolvers. Everybody felt contempt for a man who calculated to hold up his hands at the order, and- per mit himself to bo quietly despoiled. "Pop! pop! haltl" The passengers were dozing as the sa lute of the road agents reached their ears. .The coach was halted in a way to tumble everybody together, and legs and bodies were still tangled up when a voice at the door of tho coach called out: "No nonsense now! You gentlemen climb right down here and up with your hands! The first man who kicks on me will get a bullet through his head 1" We had agreed to fight. The captain had agreed to lead us. Wo were listen ins for his veil of defiance and tho click of his revolver when ho stepped down and out as humbly as you please. Tho sutler had been aching to chew up a dozen road agents, and now he was tho second man out. The surveyor had in timated that he never passed over tho route without killing at least three high waymen, but this occasion was to be an exception. In three minutes the five of us were down and in line and hands up, and the road agent had said : "Straight matter of business! First one who drops his hands won't ever know what hurt him !" Where was the man with one eye? Tho robber appeared to believe that we were all out, and ho was just approach ing the head of the lino to beg his work when a dark form dropped out of the coach, and a revolver began to crack. The robber went down at the first pop. His partner was just coming around the rear of the coach. He was a game man. Ho knew what had happened, but he was coming to the rescue. Pop! pop 1 pop! went the revolvers, their flashes lighting up tho night until we could see the driver in his seat. It didn't take twenty seconds. One of the robbers lay dead in front of us the other under tho coach, while the man with one eye had a lock cut from his head and the graze of a bullet across his cheek. Not one of us had moved a fin ger. We were live fools in a row. There was a painful lull after tho last shot, and it lasted a full minute before the stranger turned to us and remarked in a quiet, cutting manner:. "Gentlemen, ye can drop yer hands!" We dropped. We undertook to thank him, and we wanted to shake hands, and somebody suggested a shake-purse fot his benefit, but he motioned us into the coach, bunged tho door after us, and climbed up to a 6eat besido the driver. His contempt for such a crowd could not be measured. The Riches of Arizona. Governor Tritie, of Arizona, has made a report upon the progress and develop ment of that Territory. Tho Territory now claims a population of 75,000 and $30,000,000 in taxable property. The dangerous and disturbing elements which have been such forcible factors in checking progress are now well under control. The vulue of the gold and sil ver products for tho year ended Decern ber 81, 1882, is $,2l)8,207, against $8,198,766 in 1881. The yield of copper in 1882 was 15,000,000 pounds. The combined value of tho silver and copper product for 188H will be between fifteen and sixteen ftiillions of dollars. This will place Arizona second on the list of bullion producers. Figures aro given showing that a herd of 100 head of cut tle will in five years, by natural increase, iiuiuIkt ;!02 head. The number of sheep in tho Territory is placed at 1100,000, producing 2,400,000 nunds of wool yearly. Congress is asked to provide for tlvi borjirg of urtesiun wells, for a geo logical survey, for the erection of a capi tyl, for an increase of pay of territorial legislators, and for a fourth United States judge. Within ten years, writes a Western man, thirty California millionaires have died, and not tnu of them wus dis tinguished. Ut'e for" anything but his laHty, SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. According to a writer in a foreign paper, nnimol oils are unsaio to use in air compressors, us they take fire spon taneously in compressed air, or. in other words, they create an explosive! gas. A stiecimen of vegetable wool is exhibition nt Amsterdam. It comes from Java. When It is freed from its leathery covering and the seeds, through a very simple process, it is worth between sixteen and seventeen cents a pound. Baron Mueller asserts that palm trees reach their extreme southern limit in New Zealand, where a noble species extends as far as forty-four degrees south latitude. The most southern Amcricun members of the same tribe Kentia supida ceases in La Plata, in latitude thirty-four degrees. Germany has 500 mills for the manu facture of wood pulp, and such a degree of perfection has been reached in its, manufacture that even for the better qualities of paper it is a complete substitute for rags. Wood pulp consti tutes seventy-five per cent.- of the paper 6tock used in that country. The difficulty of dealing effectively with leprosy in India is that it is heredi tary, and it was not until late years that a rational system of treatment was adopted with the lower order of natives. Now the isolation which had been prac ticed with this terrible disease Binco the days of Moses and proper hospital care may in a generation abate the evil. Recent investigations at llochst-on-the- Main, where no fewer than 672 persons are employed in the aniline color works, go to prove that though aniline is ad mittedly poisonous, none of the men who became ill died, and those engaged for eighteen years in the magenta house, al though reddened with dye even to the inside of the mouth, Buffered no serious bad health. " The best quality of charcoal," says the Enmneer. "is made from oak, maple beech and chestnut. Wood will furnish, when properly charged, about twenty per cent, of coal. A bushel of coal from pine weighs about twenty-nine pounds A bushel of coal from hard wood weighs thirty pounds. About 100 parts of oak make twenty-three of charcoal ; tho same quantity of red pine 23.10, and of white pine twenty-three." S. R. Canestrini has been experiment ing upon the effects of decapitation upon insects. Butterflies wera able to uso their wings eighteen days Jlfter they had lost their heads. Crickets leaped on the third day after they had been beheaded, and tho praying-mantis showed signs of lifo on tho fourteenth day after the head had been separated from the body, He gives still more singular observations, tending to show that the head in insects cannot be subiect to tho samo perpetual strain as tho head in mammals in guiding the motions of the body. The Father's Search. No sadder story was ever told in the pages of romance than that of the cruel abduction of little Charley Ross and the wanderings of the unhappy father, who has been dragging his sorrows about from place to place for nine weary years in a vain search for his lost child. Every new clew, while it brings with it hope, tears open tho wounds of tho parent's heart, and they bleed afresh. Every new dis appointment recalls the anguish of the first wretched hours of bereavement. If the child could be found and re stored to his parent all the world would rejoice. Every heart would breathe a silent prayer of thankfulness and joy. But even then there would be a touch of sadness mingled with the bliss of re union. Poor Charley when stolen from his parents was a little four-year-old prattler, with bright eyes and golden hair and merry laugh. Tho father will never again take the lost child to his heart as ho was in those days. To wholly heal the wounds he has received it would be necessary to set back the hand of time to enable him to fondle with the golden locks to hear the childish voice lisp its joy to kiss tho fresh young lips as they used to bo kissed in the happy days before tho terri ble sorrow fell upon the family circle? This can uever bo. Littlo Charley is gone forever. Tho child, if found, will be a lad of thirteen or fourteen years, tried by adversity, probably without a memory of his past history of thoso who havo suffered such anguish for his loss. No ; there can be no thorough healing of the parent's sorrow in this sud cuse. But every heurt will send up a sincere wish that ho may discover his son and that his weary search may at last be succeeded by such happiness as he can yet enjoy. JVVie York World. A Chinese Passport. If you intend to proceed to the interior of that country by river, writes a corre spondent from China, you must get a "house bout" a sort of a monster gon dola built in junk fashion you must en gage a cook and interpreter, and you must finally obtain a passport, without which you may be turned back by any little mandurin'c representative who may chance to challenge you. Tho house boat and cook were found for mo by the energetic manager of tho Hotel des Colo nies lit Shanghai; the passport owing to life, care of the esteemed English consul vmafs just in time to allow mo to avail Jnys'lf of a fair wind and a good strong tide. The passport would have made n lirst-rate sheet for u bed, both in point of size and toughness of material. Whut it said 1 shall never know. The man who inscribed it' will carry his dread secret to the grave for all I can decipher. Suffice it to suy that it contained upward of 400 largo Chinese characters, two alone covcriug rieurly six sciuure inches, and that by a Chinese gentleman of my ueciuuiDt&nco it was pronounced "Wdly SOME DAY. Borne day I shall te dead, Some day this tired head, With all the anxious thoughts It cow dotb know, Shall bs laid low. This 1 ody, pain-rarked, ill. Shall lie ot length, and still, Under the clover and the wind-swept ftrad, Nor hear you.pass. That were, Indeed, strange sleep, When even you might weep, And come, and go even you nnhoard of ma As bird or bee. Nay, sweetheart, nay! believe Here is no -cause to grieve. One so wayworn, of trouble so opprest, Is glad ot rest. ' Perchance, when that release Hath wrought its spell of jieace, O'er this unquiet heart, long vext with woe, Ileart's-ease may grow. . Who loves me will not weep When that I lie asleep, But rather joy to think such sorrow may ( Have end some day. Isabella Grant Meredith. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Among the oldest of smokers Chim neys. AVhcn the giraffe wants a drink ho knows what a long-felt want is. Tho shoemaker should know more than the doctor about the heeling art. Pica yune. When your husband has the malaria ask him to go out and shake the carpet. Hartford Journal. Emersion said : "There is nl ways room for a man of force." He had probably met Sullivan in a crowd. Tht Judge. The following is extracted from a smart boy's composition on ' J Babies :" "The mother's heart gives 4th joy at tho baby's 1st 2th." Tho general introduction of oatmeal mush as a breakfast dish causes a stir in many a.household in tho morning when only the cook is astir. Nothing is more common than ingrati tude. Notwithstanding the comfort we derive from a fire, it is the first thing to which we turn the cold shoulder. It doesn't hurt a man's back half so much to bend over at bowling, when he rolls twenty-pound bans, as it does to bend over to black his shoes. Pvclc. She knew music, and painting, and stylo, And possibly knew how to tlirt; But Saints of the Kitchen t she asked for A gridiron to iron a shirt. Merchant-Traveler. Why is it that if a man loses his night key he never discovers the fact until ho arrives home after every one has gone to bed, and wants fo open the door. Futh. A valuable exchange, publishes an article headed " Surprising a Minister." Sorno one, perhaps,dropped a whole quar ter into tho contribution basket. BU marck Tribune. " Augustus," she enid, " why is there so much confusion iu that store?" " I know not, dearest," he simpered, " un less it is caused by that bustlo in tho window." Vru I'rni. Beneath the leaflets yellow, In the garden lone and murky. The most unhappy fellow Is the turkey, Who knows he won't bo livin? One day after Thanksgiving. Before a young man can court a Mexi can girl ho has to tell her parents on the door-steps of tho houso what his pros pects in life are. If he says he is a curvo pitcher for a champion baseball club, the old folks say "go in." We have every reason to doubt the ex istence of tho Giant's Causeway and the wonderful cliffs which aro said to line the northern and western coasts of Ire land, as the island is well known to abound in shamrocks. Judge. " Will there be a hop to-night?" askel . - i i irt.,,i .1,,. a boarder oi unoiner no huu iuicu iu-j stock market " not wisely but too well." "Don't know about tho hop, but there will be a skip if I can-get my trunk out," was tho reply. JJostvn Bulletin. Tho North American Jleview has un ar ticle on "Early Man iu America.' On, yes; but there's nothing scientific, about him. He's the man t nut comes o'clock in the morning singing "In the morning by tho bright light." Hawk ye. & ' Mining. John W. Mackey, the California bo nanza king, said "to a reporter fr tho St. Paul l'Ltmeer-Prctu : "Mining is the most precarious business in the world." "You can well afford to say it," tho reporter retorted, "with f IIO.OOO.OOO to your credit. But did you think so in 1801, when you were pushing mi ore car in the Ophir mine '" "lkuew it then only in theory; for my salary of $1 a day was always sure, and my wants were simple. Yon always hear of tho successful miners. The men who disappear and uro lost iu Pauper alley are not so often quoted." A Trick or the Trade. William Petty was a most successful gambler but by u queer trick. As he sat ut the table with a pile of coin before him there lay nt his hand a twenty-dollar gold piece that was hollowed out and contained a mirror, lly holding this at an . angle of forty-five degrees behind a stack of coin in front of the dealer he could see every card held by his opponents. He was recently arrested at Portland, Oregon, with three falsi) pieces iu his po&srssion. Iu a contest iu the Milwaukee po-lollicu one of tho clerks distributed 1,0'JO pot4 curd ia tluneeu uud onu-Lulf noiauu,
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