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Building ELM 8TKKB I', TIOSESTA, PA. mum m KOW TO LIVB. ho should wo livo Hint every henir May fall nn fulls I ho natural flower, A solf-raviving thing of power ; That every tlmiilit and r-cry dood May liolil within Itself & boimI Of futuro good and future noed ; Esteeming sorrow, whose employ Is to develop, not destroy, Far butter than a barren joy. Lord Ilovghlon, UNCLK PAUL'S WIFE. It litul ruined nil dnv: and at nbrhf. with the same dull, monotonous sound, the rain Mill fell on tho gravel walk be neath t ho window, while through tho dark old pines nt tho hack of the house wont the continual mournful soughing of the east wind. I was weary of nil indoor occupations, I could not n sort to invectives against " weather, for I hud no listeners, Aly uncle. Dr. Paul Eastman, hud gone iirco miles through the wind and rain to visit a patient in the nlmshouso, a little boy whoso life was nearly ended, and Mrs. Wist man was visiting her friends in a distant State. In nn idle, half dreaming mood, I lay on tho sofa in tho pleasant library to awnit my uncle's coming. Tho cheerful firelight fending its warm bright glow ovcrthe gcraniumsHiid roses In tho deep buy window, over the few pictures on the" walls and the well filled book shelves, banished nil thought of tie wintry desolation without. Above 'io shaded lamp, on tho little study bio, was a portrait. It had hung there lor many years, the old housekeeper said. 1 cannot describe that pictured face, so nobly, so serenely beautiful. Wiuild you try to describe the look which me ono you love wears for you? Neither will I try to paint wif words thnt face, which was tho full rcnlfcntinu of my thought of thoso messengers who como from the un seen world to strengthen ami bless tho weak nnd suffering among mortals. Wns sho Uncle' Pauls' first lovo the fair young girl whose loss has darkened .ill the years of his early manhood? I had heard something of "the g est sorrow which had clouded those years, and of one whoso life of beauty hud kept her memory fresh in tho hearts of many. I had heard, two, of the tenderness with which Uncle Paul took to his home, which should have been hers, her invalid mother and little brother, and cared for them till tho mother went to join tho daughter nnd tho boys were fitted for commercial or professional life. But there was a mystery in his life. If ho had loved 'and lost the ono whose face was pictured there on the canvas how could lie ever have given the placo that would have been hers to the respectable, com monplace person whom I have known for fivo years as Mrs. Eastman ? The longer I watched tho sweet face looking down upon me the greater seemed the mvBery, and so thinking I fell ifMecp. A voieo awakened me. "Ah! Miriam, tfreaiubig ?" "Yes. uncle; dreaming of that face above your study table." Ilo walked across the room nnd stood . silently before it a long time. Then he cstno to me. "It is very like her, Mir iam; and sho was as pure and good as the angels. 'V "Can you tell me of her, uncle f What was her name !'' Then, after a short silence, ho told me his early sorrow nnd revealed tho secret of the mystery that perplexed me. "Her name was Grace Hyde. She was eighteen and I was twenty-one when sho romiscd to be my wife. " I was just fin hing my professional studies, nnd had y own way to make in the world, but I as strong to do my work nnd to tight V battles, for Grace was awaiting tho suit. Her love would strengthen mo F.ud her hand would reward my victory. " 'I will not fetter you, Paul, 'she said; I know how tho promise of many young lives has been unfulfilled because thu daily needs of life and tho necessity of a practical answer to tho questions: "What shall we eat, and what shall we drink, and wherewithal shall wc be clothed?" have wearied tho spirit not yet ready for its life-work, crippled its energies, and chained it to an ignoble service, while the nobler work it might have done, waits for another. (Jive all the time you need to the highest culture, tho fullest devel opment of your intellectual strength, find for yourself a fitting sphere of labor, and then, Paul, 1 will go with you, nnd to gether wc will make life beautiful.' "I could not combat her resolution. She was firm, and her father said : 'Grace is right; in the future you will acknowl edge it.' "So 1 finished my studies in the uni versity and went to Paris. Grace, pale and tearful, withherlittle hands in mine, said: 'Be worthy of your best self, and may God forever guide and bless you, dear Paul.' And then we parted. "I had not been away three months, when a letter from (irace announced her father's attack. 'An attack of apoplexy.' she wrote. 'Poor mother, it is a teniule blow to her; 1 know not how she will bear it. I prnv that I may help her, and that God will give me power to comfort her.' After that her lelteis were not sad, but then; was a subdued cheerfulness, or it might have been an effort to be cheer ful, and there was nn impatient looking forward to my return. Shu hail such trust in mo, such a noble Kinbitioii for me, 1 was always stronger and better after reading her words. Jler influence was around me continually, and the 'eniptat ions of Paris life were nil power-:-'Ss. I could not disappoint her trust, i wou'-'Vry to be worthy of her. "I J o.i n in Paris nearly two years, '"d w .Ji"r'"fe' t return, when one ay tirUcr, directed in nn unknown .ud, wns given to me. 1 opened it hastily, with a presentiment of coming ill, fol"Wad heard nothing from Graco for many weeks. There wore thoso words from Dr. Morton, the family physician of the Hydcs: Dkar Pact.: Orn.ee does not wish to nlnrm her mother, and therefore wishes nio to write. Her days are numbered. Come quickly, if you would soe her. "You can imagine tho slow passing of tho days that wero bearing me to Grace. Sho was dying; she might bo gone be fore I could reach her; and, as if In mockery of my impntienco, tho dull, monotonous ticking of the clock sounded in my cars, nnd tho minutes passed so slowly. At hut wo readied Now York. A lew houls' ride in tho cars and I was in A . I went immediately to her house, but there was a strange name on tho door-plato. I rang, and inquired where Mrs. Hydo had removed. The servant gave me tho street and number. I soon found tho house, a small cottage, in a retired street. 'What wns tho cause of this removal ?' I nsked myself. 'Why had they left their old homo ? nnd why had Grace never mentioned it in her let ters I Was it DOSsihlo that novertv bnd been added to the sorrow of that great bereavement and Graco had concealed it to avoid giving me pain?' Absorbed in theso thoughts, I stood nt the door of tho cottage, just as Dr. Morton was passing out. Ho grasped my hand. 'Welcome homo, Paul,' ho said. 'They are all ex pecting you. Grace is quiet ; sho does not suller now. I tell you, Paul, there is no use in trying to keep her here. She belongs to a better world. Angels like her are not given to us for a long time. They do their work quickly nnd then go homo.' "He had led mo into tho little parlor, and in a few words told meall that Graco had concealed from me. Mr. Hyde had died insolvent. His creditors had seized upon everything. Mrs. Hyde had rented a small house, and furnished it plainly with the little remnant of tho estate which was left them. Few, even their most intimate friends, knew how very small this remnant was. Graco obtained a large class of pupils In music, and at night, when she returned, weary from her lesson, she taught classes in French. With a brave heart she worked, sustained by the consciousness that her mother was saved from toil nnd her little brothers were unconscious of tho loss they had sustained. " The constant, wcarving toil was too much for ono so wholly unused to it. While the spirit was very strong and the heroic young girl found peace in living j for others, tho warning came. Sho must 1 rest. A little longer she struggled, then ! sank, and there was no help for her. Her j earthly work was done. Tho old man wept like a child. I could not J weep. In my heart a rebellious voice I was saying: ' It must not be. Grace i shall not die. I.ilo is worthless without ; her.' j "That evening she was my wife. I begged that it might bo so; that I might not lose sight of her while she remained. How beautiful she was my Grace in i that hour, with the dark hair brushed ' back from the pale forehead, the uu natural brightness that shone in her eyes ! and the burning crimson in her cheek. I " To love and cherish till death do us part." Are thoso words uttered with a full feeling of their signilicancc when hopes are blight and life seems only to have commenced? To us they were full of solemn import. Deatn might come to do his work in ono week, one day, one hour, and I should have no Grace, no wife. "But she was mine, mine! nnd to gether wo waited tho summons that should separate us. In the few days that remained she told me of the bright hopes of tho future our futuro that had sus tained her in tho days of trial, and of the faith that had made all things easy to bear. "If I had known it would end so, Paul, sho said, 'I would have told you; but I thought I was stronger, and would work bravely without telling you any thing that would pain you, "and you would soon come. But it is all right. I shall be youis in the other home. Walk worthily here, Paul. Consecrate your self to a nobio life; remember all the dreams of your life, and perhaps in tho home to which I urn going 1 shall know it all.' "Thus the days passed till the messen ger canto, and Grace went with him." My undo sat a long time, with his head on tho table before him, before he spoke again. Then he continued: "It is thirty years since Grace's mother and brothers came to my home. Mrs. Hyde lived but a few years, and one by one tho brothers there were three of them made homes for themselves, and I was left alone. "In this room I kept the books and plants she loved, and her portrait hung always above my study table; and so I almost lived in her presence. But there were times when, my loneliness seemed insupportable and life was a weary bur den I would gladly lay down that I might go to her. "Once 1 have seen her. Do not doubt it, Miriam. Five years ago I was very ill for many weeks. Grace's portrait was taken from the library and carried to my chamber, that during tho long days, when I hail only servant) for attendants, I might have her face continually before me. The disease gained ground, and my physician insisted that 1 must, have some more suitable attendant. 1 had at that time no near friend or relative, with in many miies' distance, ami so Dr. Ives brought Jane Hope to the house. I had met her frequently in the homes of my patients, and I knew her us a faithful nurse. "In my half-dreuiniug moods I had fancied that Grace was with me, aud it was not always pleasant to be awakened by the touch of a hand larger and rougher than hers, and to hear a voice that hud precision and hardness in its tones, when I had been drceming of tho voico so long silent. -But I learned to know Jane beUcr and to value her prac tical knowledge. "Ono night the narcotics I had taken, instead of producing their usual effect, had brought on a state of feverish wake fulness. Strange, shadowy forms floated around me, sometimes taking to them selves tho faces of friends I had known in boyhood. I could not drive them away. I rubbed my eyes, and said: There is tho table, and there the window. There is nothing between mo and them;' but tho next minuto tho spaco would be filled with my ghostly visitors. Stephen Grant, who in college bore rho name of Euclid Grant, from his devotion to his favorite study, and something of a mathematical precision in every action, stood at tho foot of my bed, in tho dim light, wearing tho same look of impcr turbablo gravity, his hend covered with triangles, and his hands filled with circles and squares. In a low, monotonous voico ho was reciting tho causes of my disease;, nnd prescribing for its cure: 'Let AB bo tho disease, anq CI) the time. Then to the square of Ho was interrupted by tho dancing entrance of the young girl, who thirty-five years before had taught him lessons with which Euclid had noth ing to do. She came with tho freshness of springtime around her, bearing in her hands arbutus flowers, violets and daisies, which sho threw upon our Euclid. They fell upon him and wreathed themselves around tho nngles, circles nnd squares in which he had buried himself. Then a violin on tho table commenced playing a lively strain, nnd tables, chairs and ghostly forms in wild confusion mingled in tho dance, and I saw no more. "When I awoke the light still burned dimly, and the portrait of my lost Grace looked tenderly, pityingly upon me, and I knew that through "all the long years of loneliness thus had sho looked down upon my desolate home. When my sor row hr.d seemed greater than I could bear one thought had strengthened me tho thought that in tho homo to which sho had gone I should never more bo lonely; sho would be mine forever. "But that night the earthly future seemed so long and tho way lead iug through it so weary and deso late, in my agony I cried: 'How long! oh! how long I' Then tho face changed. It became a living face, as full of tender ness as before, but wearing a cheerful, hopeful look; and you will think it a dream, Miriam, but I was not sleeping I saw her as plainly as I seo you now. She seemed to step down from tho canvas and noiselessly to approach me. I tried to rise. I stretched forth my arms to clasp her; but tho waving other hand repelled me.and her upward look seemed to say, 'Not here, but there.' She drew nearer, and then I saw Jane Hope, my kind, faithful nurse, by her side. Then sho took Jane's hand in her own That little palo hand and holding it a mo ment sho placed it in mine, and said, in thoso low, sweet tones, thrilling my w hole being: 'Take her, Paul, my Paul ; she will help yon and comfort "you till you come to me. 1 am waiting for you Paul; in his time you will come, and then, my own' I knew nothing more of that. Kt.riinrrn ntrrlif tint- rf ,tn,i,r frillmtf I r.. !.... 1 ..: i... "During tho days of convalescence the portrait had such a happy look; and when Jane brought me tho tempting delicacies she could so well prepare, there was a smile of sweet coutentment on tho face. So I learned to watch for her coining, and to be very happy w hen she sat by me, busy with her sewitig.or when I could watch her moving around the room, giving thoso indescribable touches to its arraugements which do so much to please the eye. "When I was well enough to go out Jane camo one morning to tell me sho was going away. I told her all, and asked her to stay with me always. The next week we were married ; nnd my kind, good nurse has proved the kindest and best of wives." A strange ending to all of Paul East man's early hopes; a strange awakening from his early dreams. From Grace, tho beautiful and gifted Grace, purified by suffering, whose saintly life was a holy memory in the hearts "of all w ho loved her, to cold, stern, practical Jane Hope, the faithful housekeeper, and alas' noth ing more, how great the change! Did the young wife, looking down upon his earthly needs, send a messenger to give Paul Eastman a wife who should mend his stockings and keep his house clean ; make his gruel and his bed ; nurse his gout and prescribe for his rheumatism ; or was it an overdose of morphine that did the work? Who shall say? Ho firmly believed that Jane was sent to him by Grace, and so he is content; while I I only " tall tho tale as 'twas told to me." An East India Version of the Flood- In East India there is a legend that ages ago mankind became so very bad that God determin d to destroy ail ex cept just enough to begin with anew. The exceptions were mostly preserved along with pairs of all sorts'of animals, in a golden pa'ace on a mountain lop. A boy and a girl, born of parents who were "neither good nor bad," had been previously ( ai lie. 1 oir by an angel from the respective homes on the day of their birth, and were brought up 'in a crystal palace 'suspended in mid air, where they wen; te .d d by a mute female figure of gold. Whe.i they grew up I hey were married, and a girl was born til them. The destruction of the wicked having been effected by tire, tho earth was thereby greatly smirched. So giants were sent to wash it clean. They used so much water that a deluge wiis pro duced, and the water rose to high that the golden palace and its inmate were in danger of being submerged. SELECT SIFTINGS. A locomotivo lasts about thirty years. Red snow covers the summit of a moun tain near Sacramento, Cal. The second hand pins sold in boxes are picked out of rags by women who make about five cents a day by the work. Experiments made by M. Muntz with various kinds of water spring, river, sea nd rain water, also snow prove that al cohol may bo found in all except in puro spring water. Paper bottles, tho material for which is one part rags, two parts straw and five wood pulp, are largely used in Germany. They are made water-proof by a coating of defibrinated blood, liino aud sulphate of ammonia. Tho young men of this country spend snnunlly $ 32,000,000 in confectionery for their sweethearts. According to the cen sus there are 10,000,000 youths who pur chase candy, making an average of only (3.20 for each. The returns made to the proper officers show thnt last year only thirty-eight per sons in all Great Britain held licenses for vivisection, and that only fifty-five exper iments were made without anaesthetics, and that these were simple inoculations. The mortality of tho whole globe has been oomputed by a continental publica tion at the following figures: Sixty-seven per minute, 07,700 per diem, and 85, 039,835 per annum, whereas the births are 30,702,000 per annum, 100,000 per diem, and seventy per minute. Toward the close of tho seventeenth century "clipping and coining" had de veloped to a very great degree in England, and incarcerations and hangings were constant for these offenses. In 1002, it is recorded, there were 300 coin ers aud clippers dispersed in the city. So bold were the coiners that they made their counterfeit money even in Newgate. To show their skill they struck a medal of Newgate, which is still to be found in Englisn collections. WISE WORDS. Choose brave employment with naked sword throughout the world. Genius follows its own path and reaches its destination scarcely needing a compass. That state of life is the most happy where superfluities are not required and where necessities are not want ing. Discretion and hardy valor are the twins -of honor, and nursed togethci make a conqueror; divided, but a mere talker. When Fortune comes smiling, she of ten designs the most mischief. When Fortune caresses a man too much, she is apt to make a fool of him. Old age is tho night of life, as night is the old ago of day. Still, night is full of magnificence; and, for many, it is more brilliant than tho clay. Ho is poverty-stricken who is so ab sorbed in the little inclosures of which he holds the title deed that he loses his grasp on the bending universe. Self control is promoted by humility. Pride is a fruitful source of uneasiness. It keeps tho mind in disquiet. Humil ity is the antidote to this evil. Money and time are the heaviest bur dens of life, and the unhappiest of all mortals aie those who have more ol cither than they know how to use. Immense Continental Armies. Colonel llennebert, a French professor, has compiled some appalling statistics in regard to the immense continental armies that could be put into the field in case of a European war. Not mere armies, but armed nations, ho says, will hereafter meet on the battlefield, and the battles of the future will be gigantic massacres. By the law of the 2d of May, 1874, the German government is authorized to call out, in case of war, 0,000,000 men. By tho ukase of January I, of the same year, Kussia is permitted to arm ncarlv 13,000,000. Of course, these numbers are only on paper; but, deducting every thing, taking the real number available in the two empires, and it is positive that Germany can put into the field 3, 800,0011, and Bussia 2.500,000 fighting men, thoroughly drilled and disciplined, while, as Austria, by her law of Decem ber 5, 180S, is permitted to put on a war footing 1,20.1,000 soldiers, an Austro-Germau-Hussian alliance represents, in round numbers, 7,50(1,000 combatants. Join to these, as may be considered certain, Italy's contingent, assured by her laws of 175, 1S7U and 1872 at 2, 570,000 men, and the quadruple league can dispose of a mass of troops of all arms exceeding 10, 000,000, with 1,000 batteries of field guns. A Pathetic Incident. A pathetic little incident connected with the celebrated case before Congress regarding the reduction of fifty dollars per month from the pension allowed by the government to the late General Ward I!, liurnett, for gallant services rendered his country, occurred on the day of his death. The cougi essioual committee were seated in their room discussing the case, hotly arguing for and again, t the brave old soldier, whether or not tore store the special pension, which to them personally could mean so little, but to Iii in was fraught with such weighty in terest, when suddenly all weie startled by the unexpected entrance of Mrs. Bur nett. Gazing around for an instant with u dazed, sorrowful air, she udvanced a step nearer, say lug gravely, with a won drous pathos iu her voice, "Gentlemen, you can tight him no lender, he is gone," mid then the brave hi arti d wife, w ho, through all the years of tiial and sorrow, newr once falteied in that helpful alle giame to her husband, which was the bright spot in Ihe closing years of a once brilliant career, burst into teirs. IIW unitvH Cujtitiit. i CONCERNING KINTx COTTON. IJTTEBESriNO FACTS ABOUT A GREAT INDUSTRY. The Sm-rMl Slmib of I mlin-Production ol olti.il in Orienlinl Coma tries I'rimilivn .Machinery. The traveler in the far East sees grow ing about the temples of India a purple blossomed shrub, over which tho Hindu priests watch reverently. It is the sacred cotton tree from whose ripe bolls is made the tripartite thread, the Brahmin symbol of the Trinity. Although in no other clime and by no other race is this plant held in such peculiar and reverent regard, all the civilized world pay homage and tribute to the king whose throne is in the sunny cotton fieids. And so they must from necessity. This king clothes fully one-half of the human race in his own fab rics, and a larcce share of tho remainder aro indebted to him for an essential part of their raiment. In his employ a thou sand "heavy-laden argosies" pass to and fro across the sens; at his bidding cities rise vocal with tho sound of whir ring spindles and throbbing looms; MerrimacB and Willimantics do his will; and all around tho world from the Himalaya slopes to the Carolinns, millions of human beings toil their lives away in his servitude. Tho time is not known in history when cotton did not foim a part of tho cloth ing of mankind. It is said that the "blue hangings fastened with cords of fine linen and purple to silver rings and pillars of marble " in tho palace of Ahasuerus, at Shushan, described in tho Book of Esther, were made of this ma terial. Herodotus put it on record, 450 B. C. " The wild trees of that country (meaning India) bear fleeces as their fruit passing those of sheep in beauty and ex cellence, and the Indians use cloth mado from these trees." Tho Institutes of Menu, written some 400 years earlier, contain many allusions to cotton and cot ton cloth under various names. Tho cultivation of tho cotton plant in India is traced back more than 1,000 years be fore the Christian era. The culicoes and muslins of that country have been famous for ceuturies. All the inventions nnd mechanical skill of the present day have not been able to produce such tine and durable fabrics as are woven on the rudo and clumsy machines used in Oriental countries. A French traveler, writing of the cali coes of Surat, says they are " so fine that you could hardly feel them in your hand, and the thread wdion spun is hardly dis cernible." Muslin has been mado in Bengal so extremely thin that when spread upon tho grass and moistened with dew it is almost invisible. A single pound of this thread has been spun out to the length of a hundred and fifteen miles. Clotn made of these delicato threads has been poetically described at "webs of tho woven wind." In China aud Egypt tho production of cotton began at a remote period, although it was not until recent times that it as sumed commercial importance. It was considered worthy of record by Chinese annalists that the Emperor Ou ti, who ascended tho throne in 502 A. 1)., wore a robe of cotton on that occasion. The eariy cxploieis of America found the Cotton king already established here. Cortcz received cotton garments as pres ents from the natives of Yucatan; and Spanish historians describe it as forming the chief article of clothing among the sub jects of Montezuma. Garments mado of this material wero found in exploring the most ancient Peruvian tombs, and there is evidence that it was cultivated in that country as early as 1532. Tho process of weaving cloth seems to have been one of tho first arts practised among mankind. It has been found to exist among the rudest and most savage people, long anterior to the dawn of civ ilization. And although performed with tho simplest and rudest implements, iho same that aro used to this day in many Eastern countries, the product of these primitive machines often surpassed, iu many respects, the textures now woven iu tho mills of Manchester and Lowell. With the aid of a few sticks and the dex terous use of hifnds and feet, the native of India constructs a fabric of marvelous fineness nnd beauty. Down to the time of tho introduction of improved machinery-weaving was chiefly done in the homes of the people, and the weaver's art descended as a heritage from genera tion to generation. It was everywhere held iu high repute as a most useful and honorable employment. The distatT it self became the sign of thrift and indus try. The first manufactories of cotton goods in Europe wero established in Italy, chiefly at Venice and -Milan, wtiose fus tians and dimities were highly valued in the households uf early times. Tho Netherlands was the next country to adopt the art, which from thence was translated info Eng'atid by the Protestant refugees from Flanders, afterthe capture of Antwerp by the Duke of Parma in 1585. A tic Yui k 4)Iim rn-.r. Why He Was Afraid. "Johnny, go up to bed now. It's after 0 o'clock."' "Oh, pshaw! You come along, mother, and hold the light; I'm afeard.'' "W hy, child, what are you afraid of ? You went up to bed many a time ithout a light." "But it wasn't when I had chapped lips, like I got now, and can't whistle any; 1 could whistle then." -luiUmki iililtc ,uUl llil. A famous Prussian general was inspect ing some military .-tables. " What do I see then-," he said, in tones of thunder, to a sergeant "cobwebs.'" "Yes, sir," was the respectful reply ; "we keep them there to catch the Hies, and prevent, their teasing tho homes." BELLES ON THE BEACH. Boe the dainty, darling belles, Diving belles 1 How the music of their merriment melodIooV wells ! Keeping time, timo, time, In a Rort of splashing rhyme, To th motion of old ocean as his bowrto proudly swells With delight. In hiR might, At the soul-ensnaring sight Of the beautiful and bounding bashful belle, Of the bellos, belles, belles, Belles, belles, belles, belles, Of the splashing, dashing, nover "mashlrjgn belles I Pee the garments of tho bellos, Eat hing belles I What a world of ingenuity each charming ccstumo tells I Some aro red, whit, blue, Divers colors, every hue, While the many vio in brilliancy with any of the shells Which below, As they go, Vainly try to kiss the toe, Of the sweetest and the neatest of the belles, Of tho belles, bellos, belles, Bellos, belles, holies, belles, Of the natty and the natatorial ballesl Seo tho antics of the belles, Frisky belles! flow they frolic in the foamy waves, while flirting with tho swell! O'er their skill they gayly gloat, As they dive, swim, float, Giving vent to their enjoyment with oiasper" ating yells, While the sea Sinilm with glee At tha girlish jubilee Of the jolly, jaunty, jubilant and ever joyous belles, Of the belle", belles, belles, Belles, bellos, bellos, belles, Of the streaming, gloaming, streaming, beam ing belles, The ne'er subdue 1, the rainbow -hued, tho dainty diving belloi New York Journal. HUMOK OF THE DAY. The king of Greeco Oleomargarine. Philadelphia Call. Tho family nursery is generally a big bawl room. Chicago un. An anxious inquirer asks: "Where is tho best placo for salt-water bathing?" In salt water, dear friend. Boston J'ust. A lobster always blushes when he gets into hot water, but man, less sensitive, presents an unaltered front. Huston JJudiJit. "There is something crooked about this," remarked tho teadier, as ho took a bent pin away from a scholar. Xeio York Journal. " Hard lines," muttered the tramp when he tried to cut a clothes rope and found it made of wire. New York Joiima7. A medical journal takes two columns to tell wakeful people how to go to 6leep. Hah, we know a good way; try to keep awake. llurlimjluii llawkiye. i Come into the garden, Maude, with a hand rake and a hoe. Here are tho big gest weeds you ever sawed, growing in tho onion row. l'itUburj Democrat. The latest boarder in an uptown estab lishment recently ollcnded his landlady by pointing at tho fish-bnlls and asking tho waiter to pass -him another hand grenade. 1'ucL In some respects n mouse is far super ior to a man. A mouse could make a woman rustle around and climb on the table nnd squeal, while a man couldn't make her budge iin inch. Pittsburg Dem ocrat. " Don't you admire tho range of my mind?" asked a literary woman of her husband. " No," was tho frank reply; "the kitchen range possesses a great deal more attraction for me." Burling ton Free J'rtiv. A young man or a young .woman in love is as blind as a bat, and the beloved object might be as full of faults as tho Platte valley is of toads without tho one w ho is principally interested ever finding it out. Philadejihiii J'icxh. "How will my lovo como back to me?" asks a poetess. Well, it i a mighty hard question to answer in theso trying times of a presidential campaign. Do may come back all right, and then again lie may not. You stand a good chanco to win either way you bet. 'tck' Sun. Nature is guilty of some st range freaks. For instance ; throw a ti n cent dog tha has never seen water into the river, and it will immediately swim to shore; but when a $50,000 man, whose education in the natatorial art has been neglected, falls overboard, he incontinently sink, to the bottom. Sorrintotcn Herald. VVUK FOIl TltAMI'S. A lmnery gleam iu his eye, II" nay he's s iiiht, work o'er and o'er; till, if h d but u i-liiin .- to try, io-a wiii i; his bo'Le.aud hium-Ics sore! But just, i-re listeiiiii to his cry, l'i -illt lo the i id '.' - ' '.' tii door He'll turn awuv wna ivi ary si;; l, Aud you will never see him mora. I'hi wl. 'j ui Call. A wrier iu a scientific journal says black eye is simply a "severe contusion of the integuinen's under the oibit, with great cxtra aat ion of blood, and ec chviiiosis in tic surrounding cellular tissue, which is i.i a tuin li.-'l state.' And here nil this time wc have sup posed that a black eye was siniplv tho le.-ult of a little man calling a big man :t liar. --Mtirrit.toicn linn!-!. Seven of the jury who coiideniue I .lo! n Brown to death uie slill living, and ihcW H4 s Hverage seventy ye ns.
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