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TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 4, 1884. $1.50 PER ANNUM. 7 y Ky THE COMINO OF THE DAISIES, There' no life without it winter, There'- no year without ite sleet, For the picture must be shaded Tie the blttor makes the swoofc. And oven in stern December, Trustf ul hearts can licar this strain At the coming of the daisies, We shall all be glad again. ( Unto the happiest being The sad touch of grief will come, And Nature must have hor season When the woods and streams are dumb, But hearts were not made for sorrow, The meads will their green regain, And tho coming of the daisies Bhall make us all glad again. Oh! despairing hearts that murmur, Hope has happy dreams for you: Darkness cannot rest forever In the bosoms of the truo. Hear thh jrhltpcr, in the breezes. In the beat of the warm rain At the coming of the daisies Wo shall all bo glad again. Have faith when life is sorrowful With momorlos of the dead; Remember there is a summer Whore the leaves ore never shed. AVlth face to that better country, Find hope in myng's refrain At tho coming of the daisies The earth shall bo new agaCn. William Ijylt, in Rochester Democrat. i MRS. BAKER'S RELIGION. BY FLOKENCK B. HALLO WELL. 'tMrs. Baker, ma wants to know if you can't como nnd sit up with granny to night. She's worse, nnd ma 'n Tilly's . 'bout warn out." Mrs. Baker was frying crullers on the kitchen stovo when little Tom Marsh camo in to deliver his message She had been at work all day, and was tired, warm and considerably out of temper. She was cer tainly in anything but a mood to confer favors. 'No, I can't," she snapped, turning upon littlo Tom a face scarlet from tho glow of tho hot fire. "Your mother ought to know bctter'n to send for me. I told her only yesterday that I was up to my ayes in work, ana that 1 expected com Inny to-morrow. She'll have to find some ono else. Goodness knows, I put myself out enough for folks without being called on to be a sick-nurse," and she re sumed her frying, whilo Tom ran home to report his non-success. . . "Mother," said Madge, coming into the - Kitchen just as Airs, isakcr. baring tin ished the frying of the crullers, was re moving tho kettle of lard from the stove, "I've fixed tho spare room up beautifully, I know you'll bo pleased with it. And to-morrow I'll fill tho mantel-vases with flowers just before Mr. and Mrs. Spear come. Ana mother," very timidly. "would you bo willing for mo to auk the Shakespeare club to meet here next lues day evening? They havo never met here, and I've been a member over a year.", "You must be out of your sonsos," said Mrs. Baker, crossly. "Do you sup poso I'tl let two dozen people come trape sing over my parlor carpet, and breaking, tearing and burning everything! I'm not so foolish." "YoiiBpeakas if they wero so many wild animals, mother," said Madgo, in a tone of some resentment. "They act like wild animals," said Mrs Baker. "I'd like to know if they aldn t burn up ono of Mrs. Ulurk.e s lace curtains i" "That was an accident," said Madge, " and not likely to occur a second time. Mary Lewis pushed a gas jet to one side so as to see the glass better, and didn't notice that she pushed it right into the curtain. Mrs. Clarke didn't blame her at all." " She can afford to have her curtains burned up, perhaps. I can't. Don't argue the subject, Madge. When I say ' no ' I mean it, as you ought to have learned by this time." "I have learned that and a good many other things, too, mother. I know I often wish I was back at boarding- school." "It's like you to say that! It shows your ingratitude." " I don't mean to be ungrateful; but I know you don't inuke things very pleas ant for me at borne. Susie Clarke could have tho club at her house every night in the week if she wanted to." "There, that's enough 1 Go upstairs until you can learn to control your tern per," said Mrs. Haker, going into the pantry ; and Madge went out, closing the door behind her w ith a good deal ot un necessary noise. "You look tired, Sarah," said John Baker, coming in as his wife was putting Bunncr on the table. "I've good cause to look so," was the response. "I've worked like a galley slave ever since sunrise." "Where's Madge been?" "Oh, I never depend on Madge. And I might work my fingers to' tho boue without its affecting her in tho least." "You do the child injustice, urah. 6he's always willing to help, as far as I see. " "You never see very far." ' "Perhaps not. By-the-way," with a Tory natural wish to change the subject, "Hiram Long shot old Miss Starr's cow to-duy. You know he said ho would if it ever broke into his corn-patch again. The old ladv's 'bout wild over it." "Serves her right !" said Mrs. Baker, curtly. That ain't Christian-like. Sarah." "He gave her warnings enough," said Mrs. haker, "and she knew he was the sort of a man to keep a promise of that kind. Why didn't she keep the cow tied up?" "She said the creature would break loose no matter how she tied her. And it ' does seem a hard cauo, Tlu cow wa tho old lady's only support. I was think ing, Sarah, if wo couldn't do something for hor? You being on the relief com mittee, you know, could easily " John Baker, do you suppose do you actually suppose I'm going to lift ono ungor to help that old woman who in sulted mo ten years ago? It would look well for me to be rushing to her aid now.' "I think help would look better comm" from you than from any one elso, Sarah. She d know you d forgiven the past, and that your religion meant something." "When she comes to me and asks my Fardon for what she did ten years ago, 11 think about helping her," said Mrs. Iiaker.coldly, ill-pleased at her husband s criticism. "I do my duty as far as I seo it, and I flatter myself I'm as good as the general run o' folks." Tho entrance of ...adge prevented further conversation n the subject, and with a heavy sigh John Baker took his seat at tho supper-table. He noticed that his daughter's ryes were very red, but did not question her about them, for he suspected tho causo of their condi tion. But ho was more than usually kind in his manner to her, and on rising from the table slipped a silver dollar in her hand, whispering: "Buy yourself some little trinket, darling." Tho unexpected gift, coupled with tho tender words, proved too much for Madgo in the over-strained condition of her nerves. Throwing her arms about her father's neck, sho laid her head on his breast and burst into a tempest of sobs and tears. And the eyes of the father were dim as he tried to soothe her. "This is perfectly ridiculous," said Mrs. Baker, exasperated at the scene. "One would think the girl was seven years old instead of seventeen. Leave the room, Madgo, and don't come back again until you enn behave yourself." " You're too hard on the child, Sarah," said John Baker, as Madge went out, sobbing wildly. "She's all we'vo got, and we'd ought to make her home happy." " And do you pretend to say that I make it unhappy?" demanded Mrs. Baker. "You just spoil her out of all reason. She don't know what sho really does want, and so she makes mountains out o' mole-hills. If she had to drudge as Lucy Colo decs sho'd have room for complaint. I wish you ' wouldn't put notions into her head. I have work enough to manage her without your setting her up to think herself abused." John Baker said no more. He knew by long experience that further argu ment would be useless. Sarah called hersolf a Christian, and was one of the most active members of the Calvary church; every Thursday evening her voice was heard in prayer-meeting, and she held prominent positions on various committees appointed by the ciders. She was always ready to join in plans to pay the church debt; sho was the chief worker in every fair and sociable; her contributions to the poor box and to the foreign missions were always large, and tho minister depended greatly upon her help in every scheme in which practical energy was required. But her religion seemed to drop from her heart like a cloak from her shoulders when sho entered her own home. She did not appear to think it necessary to exerciso it there at all. The gentle reproofs of her good-natured hus band and the rebellion of her preity daughter only irritated her without bring ing her to see where she erred. Shewas very angry now, and began to clear the table with unusual energy. But as John took his hat and went out on some er rand at the village postoflice, and she was left alono, she grew calmer, and by the time the dishes were all washed and put away her irritation was almost for gotten. "I guess I'll run over and see Mrs, Marsh a minute," she said to herself, as she took oil her big gingham apron and hung it up. " Like as not that Tom told her all I said. He's one to enjoy making a fuss, and I don t want any hard feel ing. Bo I'll just step over and tell her inyaelf why I can't sit up with her mother. " Mrs. Marsh and Mrs. Baker were very near neighbors, jind had always been very intimate. They were accustomed to running into the houses of each other at any hour without tho ceremony of a ring op a knock, and so Mrs. Baker went Ground to tho back of the house when -sho reached Mrs. Marsh's, and finding tho kitchen door open, stepped in at onco. As she did so sho heard tho sound of voices in tho adjoining room, the door of which was ajar. Sho had advanced half-way across the kitchen, intending to make her presence known, when tho sound of her own natno spoken by a voice which sho recognized as belonging to' Mrs. Long, another neighbor, made her pause. "Airs. Baker's religion ain't the kind that stands soap and water, this woman was saving. "It hasn i made a spark o' dif'rence in her. She's as still-necked as ever. She may be good at rushin' round to society ineetin's, but as for makin' personal sacrifices, it ain't in her." Mrs. Baker heard, and trembled with indignation, but worse was to come. "She certainly doesn't carry her rclig ion with her into her daily life," said tho voice of Mrs. Marsh, "and that's tho only true kind of religion, I think. Sho keeps hers for show, not lor use I'm intimate enough at her house to know that." "She bottles it up and takes tho cork out only on Sundays and at prayer meetings," and Mrs. Baker recognized Tilly Marsh's high treble. "It's a con venient kind of religion, you see. But it don't impose upon any one but her self." "When a person makes professions, they'd oughu-r Btaad by them every day in the year," euid .Mrs. Long. "Jars Baker preaches s sight, but she don't practico wuth anything." ! t or a moment Mrs. Haker was tempted to rush into the next room and frankly tell her neighbors "what she thought of them;" but angry as sho was, an in stant's deliberation convinced her that such a course would be highly inju dicious, and might lead to scandal which would nilord the villago gossip for months to como. So, without giving any intimation of her presence, she hur riedly left the houso. "So this Is how my neighbors talk of me behind my back 1" she murmured, as she reached her own kitchen again, and threw off her hat and shawl. "Tills is how I am traduced because I would not sit up all night with a querulous old woman." Sho was very, very angry; but gradual ly sho grew calm, and began to think over quietly all she had heard. The longer sho thought, the more reasonable seemed tho charges which had been brought against her. Had she brought her religion into her daily life? Was it not truo that it was kept more for show than for wear? Bottled up, as Tilly had said, and the cork taken out only on Sun days in prayer-meeting. Had her re ligion made her more lenient to the faults of her daughter? Had It caused her to be more gentle and kind to her husband? Had it caused her to forgive old Miss Starr an offense of ten years' standing? . Poor Mrs. Baker! the truth brought home to her thus roughly from other lips did more toward opening her eyes to her own past conduct than any advice or counsol, however kindly meant, could havo done. When John came in at 10 o'clock he was surprised fro find his wife in tears. Such a sight was extremely novel to say the least, and he was very much dis tressed by it. But he was not given any key to the mystery. Sarah took up her candle and went to bed without a word. Madge thought her mother strangely silent and subdued the next morning, and watched her with some anxiety. '.'I'm afraid mother's going to be sick," she said to her father, following him out into the yard when he went to the pump for a pail of water. "She does act sorter queer," admitted John. "We must jest be gentle with her and not answer her back if she gets riled." As Madge came back into the kitchen again her mother looked up from the pan of milk she was skimming. "You can have your club meet here on Tuesday if you choose, Madge," she said. "I've thought better of what I said yes terday." "Oh, mother, how good of you!" cried Madge, running to kiss her a caress which Mrs. Baker received very kindly. "We shall be ever so careful of tho car pet and curtains. And I want to tell you, mother, that I am sorry I made such a fuss last night. It was ridiculous, as you said, and I'm ashamed of myself. And I beg your pardon for speaking to you as I did, too." "We'll both forget all about it," said Mrs. Baker; "and now" as John came in with the water "I want to hold a consultation about Misi Starr. It is only right that we should do what we can to help her. What do you say to a sub scription to buy her another cow, John ! I should think we could raise enough to buy her a milker quite as good as old Queen." "Just the thing!" exclaimed John. "You have such a clear head, Sarah! I'll put my name down for three dollars." "And I will carry the subscription paper around," said Madge. "I'm a first class beggar, you know!" The news that Mrs. Baker had under taken to restore to Mrs. Starr her means of livelihood flew about tho villago like wildfire, and a handsome sum was soon raised for the old lady, whose gratitude to her former enemy was very touching. She could not say enough in Mrs Baker's praise. The first step is always the hardest. Mrs. Baker found it not at all difficult to keep on in tho new path into which she had stepped. There were, very naturally, times when she forgot her new resolutions ; but the thought of Miss Tilly's remark about her religion was always sufficient to give her strength to begin again. "How good of you, Mrs. Baker, to take up the cause of that poor Mrs. Starr 1" said Tilly Marsh, one day, when sho met her neighbor in tho village street. "It was only my duty," said Mrs. Baker. "I was the only person to seo to her, you know, since I am on tho relief commit tee." Whoa Miss Tilly went home she said to her mother that she felt sure they had done Mrs. Baker injustice in thinking her vainglorious and selfish. "Perhaps wo did," said Mrs. Marsh. "I don't understand her lately. She isn't at all as she used to be. Something has changed her. I wish I knew what it was." But she never did. How to Preserve the Voice. Emma Abbott, the singer, says: "There is only one way to preserve the voice that I know of and that is so sim ple that it should not be forgotten. The secret is, don't force it. Don't force it at any time, but especially do not force it into practice. I know it used to be tho custom to teach a singer to bellow everything, but to bellow is not to sing, and I am not an artist because I rush at everything with all the wind of a blacksmith's forge. I used to imagine that it was necessary to howl in order to show that I could sing, but I kuow bet ter now. And who have taught nio so, you would ask? My answer is only three other women, but those three are Jennie Lind, Alboni aud Adoliua Patti." Georgia now has a law requiring hotels that do not use real butter to display a sign conspicuously; "This house uses oleomargarine." DANGERS OF THE OCEAN. ORAPHIO ACCOUNT O OP Tl TUB OSS AT- SST ZiOSS ETF OWJT. TUo I)Uiier of lrs-i L,o:0 Wen and 100,000,000 of Proprrtr o to the Bottom ol the Atlniitlc. Tho recent sinking of ihe steamer Dan iel Steinmann, near Sambro light, and the dreadful loss of life- accompanying the occasion, renders, in connection with the summer hegira to Europe, all matters pertaining to ocean travel of interest. Ocean disasters are of no rare occur rence, but one took place over a hundred years ago whoso very ago makes it news to the present generation. It was an American-Atlantic gale, and one fleet went down in it .whose loss of human Mvcs and property is unparalleled in his tory. How many vessels and men went down in that great September gale of 1783 will never bo known; but out of the great "Blue Field" fleet, on its homeward way from the West Indies to England, and composed of about 100 ships, consisting of richly ladened mer chantmen, convoying men-of-war, and captured frigates and war vessels, over sixty were never heard of, 80,000 men of that single fleet went down to their graves in the Atlantic, and it was estimated that tho loss to England .was directly 20,000,000, or $100,000,000. Truly for four days' work there is noth ing in the world's history to roach it, and though it occurred but yester day to-day it is nearly forgotten, and of the thousands 'who pass the Newfoundland banks it is a verv small tiercnntarra who know of the I, i o ' i i . 1 . 1 . . l great graveyaru 01 lioi mat jies in ineir closo vicinity. This doomed fleet was sent back from tho Musquito coast in charge of Admiral, afterward Lord, Graves. Lord Rodney was in command of the British vessels, and in connection with Sir Thomas Hood, had captured nu merous French men-of-war from the Counts de Grasse and d'Estang, as well as American vessels and heavily-loaded merchantmen from both nations. These, with a large fleet of British merchant men, all well loaded ; transports and ves sels returning with the sick and disabled, were placed under convoy of Admiral Graves, and the protection of the flag ship RamilHes, seventy-four guns, Canada and Centaur seventy-four guns each, frigate Pallas, thirty-six guns, Ville-de-Paris, 110 guns, war vessels Glorieux, Caton, Ardent, Jason, Hector and a num ber of others. It has been estimated that there were 3,500 Cannon in this great fleet, of about ono hundred vessels. The vessels started on their disastrous voyage July 25, and made slow progress against heavy winds. On September 16 a heavy gale sprang up in the afternoon, and on board the flagship Kamillies the top-gal lant yards and masts were sent down, the sails furled and the ship brought to under a mainsail on the larboard tack. The fleet was well bunched around the flagship and the other vessels speedily fol lowed ner example so lar as practicable. During the night the wind was a gale, when at 3 o'clock on the morning of the 17th it whirled around into a directly opposite quarter, took the Ramillies by the lee, her main and mizzen masts went by the board, tho foretop mast fell over the starboard bow, numbers of the yards broke in their slings, the tiller snapped. the rudder was nearly torn oft, and in thirty seconds this groat, mortal giant lay a wreck on the crumpled tops of a seething ocean, swept to a dead-level by a hurricane's knife-like hand. How many of the consorting vessels went down in that awful blast will never be known. Nobly the great Ramillies stood ip against fate. Her copper sheathing was beaten oil, the oakum left ber seams and the waters poured in. Now come the fight for life. Gun after gun, cable after cable, shot after shot aud bower after bowcrifcre given over as a sacrifice to the wrath of the deep. Whips and buckets and pumps were going in all directions. Raw hides were stretched and nailed fore and aft. It all prolonged the vessel's lite, but could not save it. Ual lantly she fought for existence uutil the evening of the lilth. . Then a part of her orlop-deck was in her hold, ber seams were gaping wide, she was a shaky rib work of loose bolts and timbers, and evidently settling forward. Some of the merchantmen that still remained above water with their spars gone and sides stovo camo as near to the rescue as pos sible, and with vast difficulty tho crew of the Ramillies was scattered among them. Ihis done, and with a hatred of the storm that had wrecked their gallant vessel, a hatred that a seaman alone knows, the torch was applied to her magazine and the brave ship, with her last gasp, defied her enemy and became hor own executioner. Such, was the fate of the Ramillies. Of tho rest of that great fleet, the gigantic Villo de Paris with her 2,000 souls, went down with all on board, and not a mortal eve saw her sink. The Centaur, Glorieux, Hector (men-of-war) aud a number of the mer chantmen went down like tho vast Paris with none to see their death and none left to tell the tale of their final miseries. Of the others, some were seen to sink, the alarm gongs of others were heard, and some were seen to drive before the gale, mastless, rudderless aud helpless. About twenty-five vessels out of tho hundred comprising the fleet are supposed to have kept atloat. These reached ditlerent ports in sad plights. Homo brought up at Halifax, some m I'lymouth bound others at Bristol, at Irish ports and iu France. This last refuge served to be the mockery of misery. The lino sbii) Canada, seventy-four guns, was sighted by the suruivors of tho American-Atlaa tic tornado half hull down, having her main-top and uii..eii-iaasts gone, with her main vard uloft ami the sail blown from the gasket. The impression was that she would go down to the bottom. But she did not. With a marvelously fieet bed she outstripped the entire sur vivors, and ran into Portsmouth, Eng land, October 4. Inere sho scattered the news of the dire fate that had over taken the majestic Blue Fieki fleet. The news was speedily wafted across the channel to France, and the French priva teers swarmed forth to waylay the un protected incoming victims of the gale, and captured a number. So that after escaping the jaws of tho hurricane many fell into the prisons of France. Pitt burg Chronicle- Telegraph. Amber and Its Uses. The value of amber, familiarized as the substance is in "smokers' requisites," is far greater than the majority imagine. Small pieces of indifferent quality suffice for the mouthpieces of pipes and for iso lated ornaments, and though the prices charged for even Buch specimens as these are far above their actual worth, they are comparatively cheap. In necklaces, how ever, where every boad has exactly to match its follow, or in the larger articles, requiring to be cut from a single piece or considerable size, the cost and real worth of the fossil gum rises so rapidly that in cetain cases it deserves, if the money charged for it be any criterion, to rank with the "precious" minerals, and many pieces of amber in tho rough state are worth more than their bulk in Id. Yet even this does not- proach by a long way the estee wnicn antiquity held electron; lorti only was amber the oldest- of gems, and therefore, in a measure, magnified by traditional reputation, but it was sup posed to possess amazing occult proper ties. It was worn all over Northern Italy as a preventive of goitre, just as it is worn to-day by the people of Arabia as a talis man against tho evil eye. Store power ful than sorcery and witchcraft, it was an amulet that made poisons harmless; ground up with honey and oil of roses, it was a specific for deafness, and with Attic honey, for dimness of sight. Nor is the claim of medicinal virtue alto gether without foundation, in fact, for "its efheacy as a defence of tho throat against chills" owing probably to the extreme warmth when in con tact with the skin and the circle of electricity so maintained" has been tested and substantiated. The ancients, however, were not content with mystic curative powers in the solid sub stance, for they ascribed valuable prop erties to it in combustion, admiring the perlume tbat resulted not only for its re sinous fragrance, but for its healthful- ness, thereby innocently detecting in the fossil pine gum the same virtues that modern physic attributes to the living pines. In many parts of the East, es pecially in China, where prodigious quantities of Prussian amber are con sumed, this subBtance is preferred to all others for insense ; and thus the Buddhist shrines in the palaces of Pekin and the holy palaces of Mohammedan Mecca alike owe the fragrance of pious fumes to the same strange, beautiful source the dead fir forests of a pro-historic Eu rope. Nevertheless tho chief charm, both for the post and present, lies in the positive beauty of a mineral. Franklin and Adams as Room-Mates. Here is a funny old story which has never seen print, and it is true, having como down among the traditions of the old families of Massachusetts, says a Boston lady : Some time during the revo lutionary period, or a little after, John Adams and Benjamin Franklin were dis patched from Philadelphia, I believe, to this State, on a public errand, Adams had a mortal antipathy, shared by him along with the majority of mankind at that day, against the night air. He be lieved that if ho kept his bedroom win dow open even a crack at night he would surely die. Franklin, on tho other haqd, was a disbeliever in the theory of danger in the night air, and he had many argu ments with Adams thereon. Circum stances and the crowded condition of many of the taverns they stopped at on their journey eastward compelled them frequently to occupy tho samo room, and often the samo bed. Adams always opposed raising the window, and poor Beu nearly suffocated and re viled Adams on waking for his wretched theory of the deadly eilects of nature's universal medium of breath. Ono night Ben slyly raised a window in their com mon chamber, but Adams, on tho alert for his friend's littlo gomes, insisted that it should be closed at once. Said crafty Ben: "Now, Mr. Adams, we'll go to bed with the window up, and I will show vou why it will not be harmful to us to permit it to stay open. If I cannot con vince you of the reasonableness of my theory, I will myself get up and close tho window." Adams weakly consented, and Ben began to reason with him. Finally poor Adams was talked to sleep, and Ben tranquilly resigned himself to slumber. Next morning great was Adams' horror at finding the window up, but not having died during the night, and fouling no ill effects lrom having breathed the night air, ho !ccame a con vert to sly Benjamin's night-air theory. The author of a history of America dur ing the colonial epoch ld mo this anec dote as something amusing, which has hitherto1 escaped type. Franco of all European countries has the lurgost percentagu of electors to the population, 20. 8 j to every 100 inhabi tants; Switzerland, with 23.55, stands second ; Germany third, with 20.08, Den mark fourth, with 15.10; England fifth, with 8. 8 J. Krupp is building a hammer that weighs fifty tous and will cost over two million dollars. No doubt such a ham mer will come handy during house-cleaning, but we shouldn't like to hold the tack. PhilaJtljhui Call. A "frontier settlemeut" is frequently "iade with a shotgun. JUDGE NOT. Judge not; how much of wrong is done; How many hearts with sorrow wrung Purer, perhaps, than thine; Because suspicion, like a blight,' Has changed their hope to gloomof nlghl Though brightly hope did shine. Judge not; how many a soul has been Driven by scorn to deeds of sin. Which had been pure without Believe not all reports as true, But give to them what is their due. An ever-honost doubt. Judge not; what right have We to say, "Our brother meaneth harm alway," But let us rather give That Christian grace of charity, . Which we would were given, if we Under reproach should live. Our judgment, what a hasty thing I And oh I how deadly is its sting I The one it strikes must bear Perhaps for years the wound it gives; And still the scar the wound outlives. Ob, let us then beware I The Guide. IlUJIOIt OF THE DAY. A false profit Ill-gotten gains. Always getting into . scrapes Nut megs. "Do take some more of the vegetables, Mr. Blood, for they go to the pigs, any way." Harvard Lampoon. Colored waiters are the best. What ever is said at the table they will be sun to keep dark. Aew Orlean Item. "Half a loaf is better than no leisure. remarked the tramp, as he settled him self for a nap on a park bencn. -JXeie lurk LAje. A young woman is about to open a cigar store in Now York. We have no doubt she will have capital to back her, Uotton JSulutm. Jay Gould's income is reckonod to bo at tho rate of $9 a minuto. When a man asks him for a minuto it means some thing. Statesman. The sunsets are still red, which is more than can be said o a great many scien tific articles being published on the sub ject. Cincinnati Timet-Slar. A Japanese woman dresses her hair only once in four days. This gives the rest of the family an occasional glance at tho mirror. Bismarck Tribune. When freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the breeze , She gave the ladies perfect right To do all things just as they please. Chicago Sun, A man has been arrested in London for simply laying up something for a rainy . day. In his room over nine hundred umbrellas were discovered. Norridovon' Herald. A preacher having married a couple in the church the other day, unfortunately gave out as the very next hymn, "Mis taken souls that dream of Heaven." Chicago Sun. "You can lead a horse to the water, but you can't make him drink," says the old saw. You couldn't make some men drink, either, if you took them to a hydrant. llaiekeye. A young dude once went to Tahiti, But the natives all thought as a sweetie They would Unci him so good, , , That they used him for food; Or, to put it more plainly, they eat he. The Judge. There is probably nothing in this transitory world that will yield larger and quicker returns on the amount in vested, than poking a wasp with your finger to see if he foels well. Chkago Sun. "Into the lilt of love's blithe measure there has crept a curious jar and halt," sings Ella Wheeler. It appears that Ella's pa, too, comes down to the gate some- ' times in his largest pair of boots. Courier-Journal. A Philadelphia man compels his daughter to eat onions every night for supper, and thus assures himself that he can shut tho house at 10 o'clock without locking in a strango young man. Bur lington Free 1'rens. Kaiser William, King George, of Greece, and King Christian, of Denmark, will meet this summer in Weisbaden. Opposition summer resorts will have to hold a pretty good hand to beat three Kings. Norritown Herald. A Canal street storekeeper conceived and executed tho plan of putting up the sign, "Admission Free," over the door of his store, and his place has been crowded ever since. The average human being docs love a free show. Picayune. Some one says "no thoroughly occu piod man was ever miserable." The Philadelphia Neite is convinced that that man evideutly doesn't know what it is to attempt the feat of keeping twin babies quiet while their mother goes to church. "Yes," said the English nobleman, "I was disgusted with Newport. Why, there wero two other carls there when I arrived, and I didn't begin to monopolize all the attention. America is becoming too overrun with noblemen. Boston Putt. A littlo follow with a tall, stalwart wifo was asked by a friend if tho contrast be tween them didn't often expose him to mortifying remarks. "Oh, 1 don't mind that." ho said, cheerfully, "but since Sarah's grown near-sighted, I havo to look sharp for fear she'll step on me." Brooklyn EwjU. Clara Morris says her "stage tears are real tears." "Well, great Scott, they ought to bo! She s paid enough for them. The idea of a woman gettiug $000 for weeping aud then palming oil imita tion weeps ou an unsuspicious, confiding audience that lias paid (1.50 for reserved seats! Why, we didn't suppobO that nny actor or actress of prominence would cry anything but real U-ary. You can ! expect the property man to furnish emo tion, we don't suppose. Huakee.
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