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OH, FOOLISH HEART Oh, foolish heart, wby fool In pain a pleasure, And banish smiles to find In te irs a treasure F W'ny wok tbo cruel lliorni lienenth tho rows; Why harbor tliouK'its of night l! fore day closes ? The Joys of life, nt lm--t, Are far too ftocting, That thou should hosto the hour Of griefs sad greeting, Sufficient to the day Is its sorrow; For tho pleasures o to-day Ifay jmll to-mo t row. Jerome B. Dell. THE ILAJiM'ED ROOM. It .would po nlmoHt impossible to dis cover any ono moro entirely dovoid of superstit j0n tian myself. NovcrtholcBS, when I was seventeen years old an event nappe nCl wh'uh caused me to believe mine a un .unted life. I was staying in Paris at a house of my guardian, Sir Charles r J , and dressing for my first ball a ball at tho English embassy. Sly dress, a (triumph of Parisian tuste, had been fas tened, and I stood before- tho glass while :iny maid arranged (ho flowers in ny hair. A splendid bouquet lay besido my gloves and fan upon tho toilet table. "Ah, now mademoiselle is beautiful I" exclaimed my maid Justino, in French, as she stepped back to survey her work ad miringly. I blushed with pleasure. It was tho first compliment that had been paid me, and my glass told me it was true. "I wonder who Bi nt mo these flowers?" I said, taking up the bouquet preparatory to leaving tho room. ".Mademoiselle will doubtless discover her admirer among her part ners t -night," was tho girl's reply. At this moment there was a knock nt tho door. A telegram was bunded to me. "lire. Northcoto is dangerously ill, and wishes to see her stepdaughter be fore sho dies.'-' Startled, dismayed, but beyond all measure vexed ut receiving such an un timely message, I dropped the paper upon the floor. "Bring mu a railway guido quick 1" I said to Justine. Airs. JSortucoto waa my stepmother, , but wo had never met. My father had made a mesalliance out in India by taking a half-caste for his second wife, and when ho died he left to his widow, for her life, tho family estate of "Crows nest," to which ho had only just suc ceeded. I found by tho railway guide that if I changed my dress with speed there was time to catch tho last train that night from Pans. By noon next lay I should reach Daslishire, in which county Crowsnest is situated. "Justine," I cried, excitedly, "bring mo my. traveling dress. Vou must go with mo to-night to Lowland" "Mon diou, mademoiselle! Would vou take oil that ravishing dress that suits you to such marvel? Would you give up tho ball?'' Onco more I looked at uiv reflection in the glass. Onco more I took up tho rail .way time-table to study its contents. At 1) o'clock next morning there was another train. . Meditatively I raist d the bouquet to my face. Who was it Baid: "The woman who hesitates, is lost ?" The sweet perfume of tho flowers pei mo ated my senses. Who had sent them? Curiosity prevailed. I would wait till the morrow, go to the ball nnd solve tho mystery. Sir' Charles nnd Lady C 'wero waiting for ine when I descended the stairs. 1 did not say anything about tho telegram; we entered tho carriage and were driven to the embassy. Tho ball was brilliant in tho extreme, and I completely , intoxicated with tho adulation 1 rcceiycd. "Lajolie Ang laiso!" "Tho new debutante!" was on everybody's lips. The night was half over beforo I even . cniembered the avowed object of my deferred departure for England namely, to discover the sender of the flowers. " Of hat. were you thinking so pro foundly, Miss Northcote ?" ai ked a gen tleman iu a way that mudo me start. Tho speaker was Mr. Wcstoi i. Ho had been introduced to me a fow days before at my guardian's house. " I was thinking of tho s?nJer of tms lovely" bouquet, 'and wondering who ho is. Beo, mv name, 'Nina,' is spelt out -.in white violets," I answered, holding tho flowers towards him. " I hopo you wero thinking kindly of tho donor ?'' " Indeed I was." "Thank you. Will you rQways so think of him of me ?" My surprise waa too great to frame an immediate reply. Besido, his manner embarrassed me. It inferred no much moro than tho mere words. I danced with him more frequently than with any ono else, und found a new and jstrange attraction in his presence. On returning from tho ball I told my kind hast and .hostess of tho telegram, and of my de termination to Btart for England on the morrow. Lady C looked grave when sho read the message. " You might have saved a few hours, dear, ," she said. "Only a very few. And theu I should have missed the most delightful experi ence of all my life!" I answered, fervent ly. "lint it was a case of life and death, my child," the added, gently. And I felt sho had given me a reproof. My trunks were soon packed by Jus tine, who accompanied mo to England. Sir ('lmrlts C , as my legal guardian, also insisted on going with me, and bit on the following ni;;lit v c v. ere driving through the moulder dark net of country roads to Crowsnest. A stately house keeper met us in tho hall. "Miss Northcote, you came too law," sho said, and thero was moro austerity than sadness in her tone. "My dear mistress died thrco hours ago. If you had left Paris last night you would havo bo-n in time. My lady liad a communi cation she desired to mako to you." "What was it?" I asked in much dis tress. "That no one will ever know in this world," was tho answer. And I felt from that moment &s though Mrs. Stevens was my enemy. Sir Charles C remained nt Crows nest until after tho funeral. Then, iu vam, he urged mc to return to Pans. I was bent on remaining a few weeks long er in the quaint old-fashioned house, which now to all intents and purposes was mine. With tho exception of ono bedroom in it, a description of Crowsnest is not necessary to tho development of my tale, but to describe that is im perative. Ibis room had taken my fancy from tho first. It was long and large and low: the walls rmncllcd with cedar-wood. On tho panels huntr framed tapestry pictures, tho work of past generations of Northcotes. The ceiling of cedar-wOod, with curiously carved rafters, made- the walls look even lower than they were. A time mcllowod-square of Indian carpet covered the centreofthe cedar floor on which stood tho bed of tho samo wood, and richly carved raised on a dias. Thero were two win dows; that nearest the bed, a bay with diamond panes, the hangings, similar to those of the bed, of old-fashioned rich brocade with failed pink satin linings. On tho sido of the bay window nearest the bed was fixed a modern gas-bracket, which struck mo as a strango anomaly and tho only incongruity amid the antique surroundings. It was in this chamber my stepmother died, but utterly devoid of all superstitions weakness I decided to occupy it myself. No sooner had my kind guardian left Crownsncst than I told Mrs. Stevens of my intention, whereon Bho looked troubled, urging various reasons why I should not do so, nono of which appeared to me of any weight. At last she said: " It was Mrs. Northcote's wish that that room saould not bo used. She died in it." "And do you suppose I am so foolish as to be afraid to sleep there on that ac count?" I asked. "It is not my province to suppose anything, Miss Northcote. My late mis tress entertained tho fancy, and if you had seen her before she died it is my be lief she would . havo given you hor reasons herself. Ait is " "Aa it is, Mrs. Stevens," I answered, seeing that sbo paused irresolutely, "I am now mistress nere, and have set my heart on that particular bedroom. Have it prepared, please, for I wish to occupy it at once." "As you will," she said, indifferently. But as sho turned away I caught a pecul iar look on her face, which perplexed as much as it annoyed mo. My belongings were promptly removed into the coveted room, my maid, Justine, occupying a small dressing-room adjoining, but to which there was no through communica tion. The first night of my ticking pos session of my new quarters was close and oppressive, and I remember waking to find the scent of the cedar-wood slightly overpowering. About midnight 1 rose; threading my way across the floor with ditliculty, for tho room was almost iu total darkness. I opened tho nearest win dow. The next night, beforo Justine left me, I desired her not to turn the gas quite out. Three nights later I again woke with a sense of languor and op pression. I did not want to be at tho trouble of rising to open the window, but I looked up sleepily. The gas besido tho window gave out a dim light; be yond it a Taint moonbeam slanting across tho room in which lay tho shadow of a pear-tree that grew outside close to tho house. I could trace tho shadows of the branches and the leaves, and watched them us they flickered, stirred by the night wind. Keeping my eyes open in a half-sleepy manner, as 1 have said, all at once 1 became conscious of seeing something else beside tho gaslight and tho moonlight, something that seemed to be betweeu tho two. It, was faint and indistinct, certainly, but uoae tho less it bore resemblance to a female form. Tho head appeared resting on tho hand, the hair with a ruddy gleam on it floated backward on the shoulders. The rest of tho figure was lost in darkness. I was sufficiently awako to know it was no freak of fancy, and yet tho figure was al together so faintly defined and vague in detail that beforo long I fell asleep aud next morning remembered it us a dream only. The succeeding night, however, I again awoko aud on opening my eyes beheld tho Belf-same figure. But this time it -was moro clearly visible, especially tho face, which, turned toward me, I saw to bo that of a very beautiful woman. Moreover, to my unspeakablo horror and dismay, I discovered in it a resemblance to my stepmother, whom I had seen once, and once only, as she lay dead within her collin. The sight was tho more distress ing to me inasmuch as the face wore an expression of mournful sadness com bined with ono of reproach. Had tho spirit of my father's wife returned to earth to upbraid me for not obeyintr the summons to her dying bed ? A strange commingled feeling of awe and incredulity possessed me. Of awe, inspired by tho apparent presence of a being from another world; of incredu lity, that such a visitation could l pos sible. In vain I closed my eyes, pressing in y hands upon them to wipo out, as it were, the sight. Whenever I opened them I saw tho beautiful, rcprouchful lace, and it was not until the early sum mer morning dawued that it eutiiely dis p pealed, :tnd 1 lose from my bed sad ut eu i t uud iu body with the wtury vigils of the night. Twico more the visitation came ; after that for two or three weeks the visits ceased; then onco more were resumed. Before I had been two months at Crowsnest all my vaunted courage fled; my entiro naturo under went a change. Though I spoke of what I had seen to no one, 1 was, nevertheless, sensitively conscious that Mrs. btcvens remarked something amiss with me. I was even morbibly fearful that she had suspicion of tho cause. I was convinced of this ono morning when she said not by nny means unkindly : . "Justine tells mo you havo not been sleeping well, Miss Northcote. Indeed, I am concerned to sec how ill you look. Do you not find the cedar chamber com fortable?" "Perfectly comfortable, delightful I I would not change it for the world," I re plied, evasively. "Comfortable," and with that haunt ing presence? Heaven forgive me for tho subterfuge! As to Justine, sho was con tinually urging mc to quit, what sho termed, "co viiain pays," attributing my depression to the climate, to the dull life I led, to anything rather than to th true cause. But at length her persistency, added to. beseeching letters from my guardian, prevailed, and I returned to Paris. There I renewed ray acquaintance with Mr. Weston. It was impossible to be blind to his feelings, his intentions. Every word and look told me that he loved me, and tho dav came when ho asked mo to bo his wife. To his evident surprise, and to my own inexpressible sor row, I refused to marry him. Could I join my life a hannted life to that of tho man I loved with all my soul? True, I had had no visitation from this beauti ful, reproachful faco since 1 left Crows nest; but might it not return at any time, at any hour? Oh, why had my father's wife cast this blight upon my life? Why did sho haunt mc? Was it such a heinous crime not to have gone in time to see her die? Suddenly I became possessed with a strango longing to revisit Crowsnest, to see again the weird apparition that had exercised so subtle an influence on my life. With the persistent waywardness of a spoilt child I insisted on going to Crowsnest. I insisted also that no one but Justine should accompany me. My indulgent guardian yielded to my wishes, and 1 went. But not onco during my month's visit did I see the haunting face. I believed then that my persecution was ended. On my return to Paris Mr. Weston re newed his oiler and I accepted him. A lew months ot married happiness ef fectually dispersed tho cloud that had overshadowed me. My mind warped, weakened, as it had been by giving way to morbid fan cies gained tone and vigor daily by as sociating with my husband's, which was eminently matter of fact and practical. It was, therefore, without tho slightest foreboding of evil that we set oil for Dashshire to spend the summer months at Crowsnest. George was much pleased with the old house ; above all with the cedar chamber, which I found without ony orders to that effect had been pre pared for us. It was late at night when we arrived and there was not time to altar the arrangement; beside, there seemed no need, for I believed, as I have stated, that I had outlived my fears. Both George and I wero tired by our Journey and on retiring to rest we soon fell fast asleep. Toward morning I awoke. A stream of moonlight flooded tho chamber. As of old, tho shadow of tho pear tree lay along the floor, flickering in the night wind. I watched it for awhile, then this shadow being closely associ ated in my mind with something else I looked toward the bay window, and could scarcely suppress a cry. There, in tho old place, between the gaslight and the moonlight, appeared the face! "George," I whispered, trembling, "wake! I feel so frightened." "What is it, Nina? Have you seen a ghost!" ho inquired, lightly. "Hush! Look there. " liaising himself upon his elbow he obeyed. "Why, there is a woman in the room!" he exclaimed, in tho createst consterna tion. Then, after pausing a few mo ments, he continued slowly and deliber ately, as though reading by a bad light from a book. "No! it is only an illu sion but what an illusion ! I seem to sec most distinctly a beautiful woman, her head turned this way, supported bv her hand. Her hair, a bright auburn hangs loose about her shoulders. It is a handsome face, but sorrowful " "Stay! what are you about to do?" asked, as, rising, he made a quick move ment forward. "To dispel the illusion, darling." So saving he shook the curtain vio lcntly. "May all ghostly visitants bo as easily dispersed !" ho continued, laughing, as tho figure quivered, swayed, became dis torted, theu, in a moment, vanished. "I will reproduce it and you shall see." He loosed the curtain and it fell to tho ground in tho old folds and creases, as it was before. There, sure enough, she was again. "And is this what scared you on your first visit here?" ho inquired, turning to me suddenly as though a new light broke on him. "Yes. I thought it was the spirit of my stepmother. I imagined the likeness of course.". Theu between laughter and tears I in ado full confession Of all my su perstitious folly. Next morning we closely interrogated Mrs. Stevens. She expressed her belief that the cedar chamber was haunted, and that the communication her mistress had desired to make to me was to that effect. We read of strange results brought about by tho juxtaposition' of certain heavenly bodie.. Hue. was au iustance, unique in its way, in which a heavenly bodv tho moon aided by such com. tnonplaco earthly materials as a modern gas jet and an old, faded silk curtain, produced as perfect a specimen of a beau tiful female ghost as ever visited out world. Finleii Magazine. Sleep. Bleep is to the brain what rest is to the muscles. Sleep is a craving moro impor tunate than hunger. Among some of the ancients, deprivation of sleep was used as a punishment. This cruelty was in flicted by tho Romans upon Perseus, and tho Oathaginians deprived Kcgulus of his eye-lids in order to make hira so far sleepless. Thero arc three kinds of sleep. First, natural; second, pathological; third, ar tificial. Tho length of time that should bo de voted to natural sleep, it is not easy to determine. A maxim of the school of Sa lerno runs thus : "Rlso at ii, and eat at ten; Kat at six, and bod at ten; Ten times ten years You may live then." A child spends moro than half its life in sleep. An adult should spend one third of his. Tho aged sleep but little, though in extreme old ago the habit of infancy often returns. Girls and women require more, but generally get less than men. An hour's sleep before midnight is worth more than an hour after midnight. Saint Francis, of Sales, used to say that "Early rising preserves health and holiness." Insomnia, or sleeplessness, is common, especially among mothers with, young children, and among the victims of over work and anxiety. Students in college often complain of sleeplessness. It is a perilous thing to resort to drugs. The only real cure is found in physical labor. Fatigue from exeroise in the open air is almost invariably followed by sound sleep. Bio Leicu's Monthly. Tonsorial Talk. The New Y'ork Tribune1 "Broadway Lounger" says : I was at the Astor house having my head swathed, and I saw a curious instrument beforo tho baroer, Which looked to me like something be tween a watchman's rattle and a curry comb. Said I, in the spirit of the Frenchman standing before an English wash-basin: "What machine is that?" "That is to cut all the hair oil the head; it is a kind of lawn-mower. You just pass it around tho head and all the hair comes off, in no time. It is a comb with scissors working through it. "Do you dye any more now?" "Not much. When I began this business twenty years ago I had to dye nt least three men every day, and I give you my word that I haven't dyed a man now for two years." "It cost about $2 to dye one full, did it not?" "Why, he was lucky," said tho barber, if he got off with $7. I was in a barber shop where old Tammany Hall stood, op posite the City Hall park, where we dyed hundreds of the bounty-jumpers. A fellow could go over there with red hair and beard, enlist and get his $2,000 or $3,000 bounty, and come right over to our shop and have himself, dyed black, hair and beard and eyebrows, too; we would charge him $25 "for it, because we knew that he coujdn't kick. Thus dyed, he would go right back to the rendezvous nnd again enlist under another name, draw his bounty and come over, and this time we would cut all his hair and beard off and make number three of him, and I have known them to go back after that and enlist the third time. Oh, they were good days for barbojrs," exclaimed my friend, "but bad for taxpayers." A Presidential Cabinet Album. The bureau of printinsr and engraving at Washington has completed its addi tion to the cabinet album for the present administration. It is probably not gen erally known that such au album exists. It is a custom for tho bureau to preparo tine steel engravings of each President and his cabinet. These enirravings are in the highest style of the art, and when bound in corresponding style mako a handsome nnd unique volume. Tho book thu made contains tho portraits of each President and his cabinet from Washington down, also views of the White House, capitol, etc. Only a suffi cient number of copies are made to pre sent the President and members of his cabinet with one each, and retain ono copy at tho bureau of printing and en graving. The volume is a very interest ing one, and, of course, quite rare, for al though there have been twenty-ono Presidents and 212 cabinet officers since the beginning of Presidents and cabinets in 17fcStt, tho number is very small in a nation of SO, 000, 000, and the habit of printing these books only dates back half tint time. Glass Napkins. Napkins arc now being made out of spun glass, at the price of one hundred dollars per dozen. They are of a delicate pearl color, about the size of an ordinary breakfast napkin, and almost as pliable as silk. Tho filling consists of minute glass threads, crossed by a silk chain; and tho fringe of glass fiber is about two inches long. Artificial Oysters. Artificial oysters are the latest things in deceptions, and numbers of "manu factured bivalves" are said to be passed oil on tho Paris public. Hitherto, al though the oVstcr itself could be well imitated, it had been found impossible to make tho substance adhere to the shell like nature, but an ingenious personage has invented a glue which overcomes all such difficulty. Tho exact composition of tho imitation is uot stated, but copper is a prominent ingredient. Scoiiba, Mi.-.-"., boasts of tww' perfectly formed tails. tin ox Willi FASHION NOTES. The Medicis collar is very popular this year. Laco pins come in a variety of beauti ful designs. Palo pink and blue repped velvets are used for dinner dresses. The newest handkerchiefs have the merest shadow of a hem. Some of the latest bridal dresses hare a broad band of white fur borderina the train. Gauzy stuffs, tulles, crepes, and silks, and Indian muslin, are in great demand for ball and fancy dresses. Somo curious fans aro made entirely of owls' feathers, and have an owls' head with ruby eyes on tho frame "work. Tho flowers most in favor for ball dresses are lilies-of-thc-vallcy, forgct-me- nots, hedge roses, Alpine, heather sprays,, and red or blue salvias. Birds and butterflies of the most tropi cal appearance are placed flat on the cor sages and drapery of many gauzy and linscl-cmbroidered dresses. Bands of black velvet are worn around tho throat and wrists at afternoon "at homes." They are always ornamented with diamond or pearl pins. Elbow sleeves have the upper part of the cloth cut away, showing the arm to the elbow, save where it is covered by the bands that fasten the sleeves across it. The straight, high dog-collar is affected by women with long, slender throats. -It is trenerallv made of dark velvet, stiff, with gold, silver, steel or pearl embroid ery. The colors for brunettes are lovely this winter, and some of them are equally ap propriate for blondes, 833-3 the Philadel phia Times. They are dark, nasturtium red, old copper eolor.seal and nut brown, dark claret and maroon, in the rich hues, and for evening delicate tinta, ivory white, flesh pink and glycerine, a faint, pinkish mauve Bhade, witti a new ptum, a kind of greenish blue or purple and a red tinged gold color. New York Fashions in Hosiery. Black stockings still prevail for general use, but there is an effort to revive tho fashion of having the hosiery match'the dress. Solid colors, with embroidery in open designs, and in thick work, are chosen, says a fashion authority, for hand some silk stockings, fine Balbriggans, and for those of lisle thread ; the embroid cry begins at a point on each side and widens until it almost meets tho instep, and this needle work, as well as the plain est clocks must be of the color of tho stocking, not in contrast to it. For the street, black gray, navy blue, emerald green and dark cardinal not scarlet are the colors most used. To match suits there are golden brown stockings with tan-color, seal, brown, Judic, mouse and blue-gray. For evening toilets are flesh tints, salmon and pale coral ; pearl white stockings are worn only by brides. Ribbed silk stockings cling to tho leg, and are warm enough for out-of-door use in win ter; raw silk stockings aro also for street use, and with fleece linings are comforta ble in the coldest weather. Ribbed Bal briggan hose, made of the finest sea-island :otton, are shown in all the dark colors, with white soles that have fresh and jleauly appearance ; these are especially liked in black, navy blue, seal brown and cardinal. Adulteration in Batter. When oleomargarine was first brought into public notice there was a go.od deal of opposition to its introduction, as af fording the ready means of deceiving buy ers, no matter how much better it might bo than poor butter, how entirely harm less, and how thoroughly cleanly were the methods of its manufacture. Laws wero therefore passed iu several of the States prohibiting its manufacture and sale, only as all tho packages should be distinctly branded with the name "oleomargarine." The farmers and dairymen were most anxious for this legislation. But since these laws wero passed thero has sprung up a largo business in what is called "but terinc," which usually consists of a little good creamery Butter and an admixture of oleomargarine oil and neutral lard. The latter is simply lard with all taste re moved, which increases' its cost only about a cent a pound ; but tho butterine thus made is hardly distinguishable by the best judges from a fine creamery butter, under which designation a great deal of it is now coming to market. Tho winter is tho best season for palming off this adul teration, as it does not keep as hard as genuino butter in the warm weather. Hcientiio American. For Sweetheart and Swain. Love knows hidden paths. Love makes labor light. Love makes time pass away, and Kjio makes love pass away. Love me little, love mo long. Love ono that does not love you, answer ono that does not call you, and you will run a fruitless race. Love others well, but lovo thyself tho most; give good for good, but not to thine own cost. Loves rules his kingdom without a sword. Love - subdues everything except a felon's heart. Love, knavery and necessity make men good orators. Love, thieves and fear make ghosts. Love your friend with his faults. Love your neighbor, but don't pull down his fence. Lovers' purses are tied with cobwebs. Lovers' quurruhtare love and redoubled. Lovers think others have no eyes. Cornelius Nolau killed eighteen ducks at ono hv( near Ytt'-oo City, Mies , i'o- SONOS OF PRAISES. In a dried old mow, that was once, alas! A living glory of waving grass, A cricket made merry one winter's day, And answered me this, In a won lrous way, Wbcn I cried, half sharply. " Thou poor old thing I ITow canst thou sit in the dark and sing, While for all tby pleasure of youth thoa Btarvestr " I'm the voice of praise that came in with the harvest 1" I went away to the) silent wood, And down in the deep brown solitude. Where nothing blossomed, and nothing stirred, Up rose the note of a little bird. "Why carrollest thou In the death of the yeaT;. Where nobody traveleth by to henrr ' I sing to Godr though there be no comer, Praise for the past, and the promise of sum mer!" I stopped by the brook that, overglassed With icy sheathing, seemed prisoned fast; Yet there whispered up a continual song, From the life underneath that urged along. " Oh, blind little brook, that canst not know Whither thou runnest, why chantest so!" " I don't know what I may find or be, But I'm praising for this: I am going to see! Mrs. A. D. T. Whitney, .in Wide Avak. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Wilkio Collins' new story is called "I Say No." Somebody must havo been trying to borrow a five-pound note of Wilkie. Courier-Journal. The name of a New Y'ork society belle is Winona Wheat, and the Elevated Rail way Journal thinks it is " no wonder she became the flower of tho family." "Y'our father is entirely bald now, isn't he?" said an Austin man to the son of a millionaire. "Yes," replied the youth, sadly, "I'm the only heir he has left." Texas Sif tings. The power of love can transport a fire- Eound box of caramels twenty-five locks beforo marriage, but after that it breaks down under as little as a gum drop. Mercltant-Traveler. Doctor "There, get that prescription filled aud take a tablespoonful three times a day beforo meals." Pauper patient" But, doctor, I don't get but one meal in two days." Texas Stf'tingi. Probably the meanest thing that a man ever said was uttered by Fogg to day. Being asked his idea of the best remedy for polygamy, he promptly re plied: "Mrs. Fogg." Boston Tran script. Physicians tells us that it is unhealthy to sit with your heels higher than your head. People who have formed the habit of sittingdownon the icy pavement in this position should profit by the in formation. Statesman. "Why don't you get up as early as you used to a few days ago ?" angrily asked a wife of her lazy husband. " Be cause, my dear, it's sleep year," ho grinned, as he turned over for another snooze. iVew York Journal. An agricultural paper says: "To keep flies from horses brush them lightly with a brush that has been lately used in petroleum." Bosh! You brush a fly with a shingle,' or anything that comes handy, he'll go away. Boston, Post. - A writer says that a Burmese girl who . wishes to kiss, "presses her nose up against a face and sniffs." Now, when you go to Burmah. and a girl rushes up m the- street and presses her nose up against your faco and suiili, you will know how to act. But for this timely information you would, no doubt, havo shouted "Police!" "Murder!" etc. Norristown Herald. Mrs. Junebug invited several of her friends to come to her house on a certain day, as she was going to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday. At the dinner table Mrs. J. said: " This day is also the anniversary of sorrow to mo my father's death." "Indeed! And how long has your father been dead?" asked one of tho guests. "Twenty-eight years re plied Mrs. Junebug. Texas Sifting. GIVEN A WEIOIf. "Jump on the scales," the butcher said Unto a miss one day, "I'm used to weighing, nnd," said he, " I'll tell you what you weigh." "Ah, ye," came quick the sweet reply From hps seemed mule to kis ; I'm sure, sir, that it would not be First time you've weighed amiss." The butcher blushed ; he hung his head And know not what, to my ; He merely w ishel to woitxh the girl Ii.uylf was given away. Boston Transcript. Neither Written Nor rriuted. Perhaps the most singular curiosity in this book world is a volume that belongs to tho family of tho Prince de Eigne,' and is now iu France. It is entitled, "The Passion of Christ," and is neither written nor printed. Every letter of the text is cut out of a lief, aiid being interleaved with tho blue paper, it is as easily read its the best print. The labor and patience bestowed in its completion must havo been excessive, esjiecially when tho pre cision and minuteness ol tho letters are considered. Tho general execution in every respect is indeed admirable aud tho the volume is of tho most delicate und costly kind. Rudolph II., of Germany, offered for it, in 1010. 11,000 ducats, which was probubly equal to 00,000 at this day. The most remarkable circum stance connected with this literary treas ure is that it bears the royal arms of England, but when it was in that country and by whom owned has never beta uscert uined. Kun iiiMS were W o: n 17112, B. C, bv Jacob's familv,
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