sr MfUHLlCAN Wety Wednendar, by . WENK. augh & Co.'a Building IT, TIONKSTA, I'S. - tl.OO prYr. welved for shorter period elled from ill part of the rill be taken of aoonymona itnq hours. Then all we ray, ur blias to-day I summer sky lowly die, to dreary (tray. as beat I may fadee away; moan or cry lira. i utter " nay," 1 things muat decay; )r question why, J dream, tenderly, . t my darling pray, ; lours. All th Year Hound. ED FRIENDS CHATTER I. V and Louis Plover were together by the interlac jip thnt they were rarely from each other. They 1 in the Mime department w State government ; they samo room, read the same ; the restaurant, as Archer 1, always ato oil the s1ne Both Archor and Plover given to study. The war on just in time to spoil the professional course at col- young men after the giant d ceased, found themselves financial level with the dem wd Southern governor, who, ,'f ho could not aid in the a of a railway, replied, "You, 'i may not believe it, but I c plamed cent." Archer's par load ; Plover's father, mother lived a short distance from a old red brick house, where friends often spent much leisure time. Young vas especially devoted lo r, a tall young women short hair. She possessed a ling voico, but her eyes were she was easy of manner, but i of greeting echoed with the ss of insincerity. Vain and en A iteful and jealous, the keen pcr f young Archer' told him that td not granted.to hcrthat rich gen ritli which' her brother had been d. ." Plover one day said to his sis bat do you think of my friend!' Archer (" , you know I always speak of him riend." , I like him because he is your iU." 'And for no other reason, Ella!" . "You mustn't ask me that, Lu." "Well, but I want to know, sis." "Are you afraid that I will marry him?" "Afraid I Why, I would give any thing if yon should. He is a noble f el -low, and quite worthy of you. In fact, be is the only man I would like to see (you marry. Tell me, now, don't you lovehim?' l"'Lu, you must bo crazy. Do you sup ine that 1 am going to tell you that I $ve a man before I find out that the man loves me! .Tell me, Lu, did he ever say anything about me!" "Oh, it h hardly time yet, for you f have been home but a short time: Do ' you know that I cannot bear the idea of your being a governess any longer! I "i couldn't stand it, that's alL" r "You are getting off the subject, Bud. Are you sure - you never . heard him say . anything about me!" V "Quite sure. I have never asked him, " and he is not the man to tell me unless r J should. , v "I tell you one thing Pve noticed. JEvery time he comes honie.with you no, J wou't say it." I ' "Yes, you must. What were you going 46 sev!" I "No, it is better to leave it unsaid. It f ou!(f sound selfish." , "Kemembur, girl, that you are talking V your brothor. What were you going sayt" ,'Thut while down here he always goes to Gladrow's." What of that?" Jo goes to see Eva Gladrow. That's t there is of it." think not. I have never heard him Jc of her." jlut have you aste.d Lira! You said ;now that he was i:"t a man to tell iaucIi things unless you should ask J I declare the friendship existing I veen you two men is peculiar. You B'ir; confide your secrets toeach other." - .because we have none, doubtless." ... I jNo, it is because you don't know hew f . tce friends. You make a pretense of f thikingmuch of each other, bntl just f knw it wouldn't take anything hardly to - inrt" you fight." . 'If he should insult me I would fight Vim nf rmirRA hut undftrstftndincr Aurh f other so well, there is no likelihood of a quarrel. Believe I'll take a stroll. Want to go, pet!" "So. Bay, Lu, sometime I wish you would ask hiir." , "Ask him what!" "Don't you remember! Oh, pshaw, . your recollection is not as long as my ' r- A -1 V ... .I,nf tin thinlr. Ask him what ho thinks of me." '. CHAPTER II. :' Young Archer sat in the Gladrow parlor. Beside him sat a girl with sunny : hair, glowing cheeks, and eyes expres ' iive'of tenderest love. !" So you had no idea that I loved you, little girl!" taking her hand. "Iliad hoped so, but I thought you luuatlove your friend's sister." " I don't see what put that into your head." Because the is so intelligent, I suppose." "Nonsense, little woman. If she mm YOL.IYII. NO. 41. were the only being in the world I could not love her." " Tell me, Mr. Archer," the anxiously asked, "are you quite sure that you really love me? If you should ever dis cover that you had made a mistake, how awful it would be." "Such a time will never come," he replied, arising, leaning over and kiss ing her. " I could love no one else, for I believe that we were created for eich other, I know that such words must have an old sound, but they are true, Eva, and old truths are the truest truths that exist." "Arc you going so soon? " Yes. The Plovers' will keep dinner waiting. Good-bye, sweet girl," putting his arm around her. " I shall see you again soon." She accompanied him to the door and kissed him. CHAPTER III. "ncllol" cried Plover as Archer was passing through the orchard. "Which way?" "Just going to the house," stopping and joining his friend. "I didn't want them to keep dinner waiting." 'Where have you been roaming around!" "I am "not much ot a roamer, you know. With an easy place to sit and an entertaining book I can content myself without killing time by muscular force." "Have you been reading a book, Archer!" asked Plover, looking slyly at his friend. "Yes, a. book of beautiful poems. Shall we return to town this evening?" "Just as you say. I am willing at any time. Father complained this morning because we do not come down oftener. He is growing old and I must humor him. Ella Bhall not go out again as governess. It makes ice mad every time that I think she has been compelled to work for a living. If shall not occur again. Tell me, Archer, what do you think of her I" "How could I think otherwise than well of my friend's sister? I am aston ished that you should ask such a ques tion, old boy." "I am rather astonished myself, but it was anxiety, Archer, for it would be a grievous disappointment to know that you did not like her. There's the din ner bell now. We are just in time." CHAPTER IT. Mr. and Mrs. Plover were quite old people. They looked as though their spirits, once gay and vigorous had been broken. The empty row of cabins fall ing into decay; the once rich land now fluted with innumerable gullies: the black stumps where the boughs of the walnut grove once whispered in lux uriant drowse; the falling roof of the gin house all may have nad much to do with throwing the shadow of sadness on the faces of tho old man and his wife. After dinner the family assembled in the parlor. One by one they went away until Archer found himself and Ella to be the only occupants of the room. "We are much gratified with your visits, Mr. Archer," said the young lady, " and we hope that you will accompany brother every time he comes home." "I warmly appreciate the kindness jou have all shown me, Miss Ella. This Elaco reminds me so much of my own old ome, whose smile was blighted by the frown of war, that 1 never tire of con templating its surroundings." "I hope the inmates, too, receive a share of your attention." "Oh, yes. To the inmates, I think, belong the especial charm." "Thank you. I did not think you could be so gallant." "You are mistaking mere truth for gallantry." "Do you know that I once thought that yonr conversation was surely as musty as the old books you read? Yes, and I could in imagination tee you rak ing the cobwebs from your voice." "An inconsistent conceit, Miss Ella, for in the first place I do not read musty books. Some of them may be old which makes them all the better but they are not musty. Mustiness does not necessarily accompany age. If so, old wine would be no longer sought. Where did Louis go? It was our intention, to return this evening." "If you are not entertained I will call him?" He looked up quickly, and studying her face, to discover whether the remark were in jest, replied : "Another inconsistent conceit. You must think that I am beyond the range of entertainment." "Oh, no, Mr. Archer. I know that I 'am dull. I know there are persons with whom you can find keener enjoyment." Archer began to grow nervous and long for a chance of escape. Her face was flushed, and with a stare almost brazen, she gazed into his eyes. "You would rather talk to Eva Gladrow, and you can't deny it. Oh, I know I am dull." "You are certainly peculiar, Miss Plover." An adroit admission. Peculiar peo- Ele are always dull. Shall I call my rother?" "If you please." Louis and his father were standing in the yard. Sho went to the window and called. A moment later Louis entered the room. "Your friend is very restless," she said. "You'd better take him back to town." " Heady any time, Arch. The horses are at the gate. Good-bye, sis. We'll be down again pretty soon." ... "Good-evening, Miss Plover." "Good-evening, sir." Louis looked iu astonishment. "What makes you so silent!" asked Plover to his friend, when they had rid den some distance toward town. " Your own silence, Louis, must hBve mtt0i TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY. MABCH lln885. suggested the remark. You hava not spoken since we left the house," " I was thinking of sister." "So was I," Archer could not help but rejoin. "She is a dear girl, Arch, but I fear that you do not understand her." "Rather strange, I think." " How strange?" Louis eagerly asked. "Oh, I don't know." "Of course not. If you knew, sho would not be strange. Mystery ceases when we understand it, and the fact that you do not underhand her, makes her strange. Don't you think she is like my mother?" "No." "Like my father, eh?" "No, she is unlike any one I have ever Been." "You are not in a very cood humor. Arch. I don't believe I ever before found you to be so gloomy." CHAPTER V. Archer went down into the country the next day, but instead of stopping at Plover's, he went direct to Gladrow's. A negro girl met him at the door. "Can I see Miss Eva?" "But for a moment, sir," replied the young lady, appearing in the hall. Ar cher advanced, not without perturba tion, and extended his hand. The girl drew back. ' "What on earth is the matter?" he asked. "I don't wish to see you again, sir. You are unworthy of any one's confi dence. I do not Care to hear an explana tion. Oh, you are a villain," bursting into a flood of tears. "Leave this house or I'll call my father. Go, I tell you !" Archer was stunned. Mounting his horse he rode away. Ho could not un derstand the cause of the treatment he had received. He had not proceeded far when he met a young lady with whom he was acquainted a fnend of Miss Glad row. "Did you see Eva?" asked the young lady. "Yes, but she" "I understand, and have tried to rea son with her, but her heart is most bro ken." "Great heaven, what is the cause of all this?" "I will tell you, but you must not allow my name to be mentioned. Late yesterday evening Ella Plover, in whom Eva has great confidence, came over, very much excited, and told Eva that she had just rejected your offer of mar riage. 'I told him,' said she, 'that I thought he was in love with you, but he laughed derisively, and replied that you were a weak little thing, credulous and without force of character.' That's the cause, put please don't say I told you." Archer did not go to his room until late at night. The thought of meeting Louis made him shudder. When he entered the' room, Louis was lying on the bed, reading. "Hellow, Arch;' been down in the country, eh? Did you see sister?" "See the dickens I" Louis sprang up. What do you mean?" "I beg your pardon, Louis. I did not intend to speak so harshly. Your sister has ruined me. "Ruined youl" "Yes. She told Eva Gladrow that I had proposed to her, that oh, she made me out a wrctcn., ana " "I don't believe a word of it?" "Well." "And more than that, you shall not speak in that manner of my sister." " You have' heard what I said." "Yes, and you shall hear what I say. You have a friend handy, I suppose?" "I am not altogether friendless." " Very well," getting up and putting on his clothes. "My friend will call on you, sir. Good night." CHAPTER VI. An hour afterward arrangements for a duel were completed. The young men were to meet in the country, not far from the Plover residence. Louis had expressed this wish, so that one or both of them, as the case might be, could be conveyed to the old house. The sun had just risen when the parties met in a little field surrounded by woods. "Louibi" said Archer, "even though we fight, let us remain friends. I can not bear to think that the long time we have spent together was wasted. The word friendship was not to be blotted from the page of human intercourse." "Archer," replied Plover, "as a man my heart warms toward you, but as a brother I can shoot you." " Gentlemen," said one of the seconds, " can't we somehow arrange this unfor tunate affair so that blood will not be spilled?" "I am afraid not," Archer replied. "It can be," exclaimed Plover. " Tell me from whom you got your information. Then we can investigate," "I cannot." "Then sir, I am ready." " I don't see any haim in telling him," said Plover's second. "Even though you were to violate a promise you could find consolation in the thought that you had saved human life." "Your remarks are kind, but unavail ing," rejoined Archer. " I believe that my informant told the truth." " I am ready," remarked Plover. "Who is that climbing the fence!" asked Archer's second. "Your father, Plover. Yes, and he's got a gun." The old man slowly approached. Tak ing his gun from his shoulder and cock ing it, he said : ."I've got fifteen buckshot in each barrel, and I will kill the first man that says anything about fighting. Oh, I heard all about it. You are a fine lot of fools. Goiug to shoot each other, eh! LaHiis, Archer is right. Louis dropped his pistol. "Ella contested it to me. She and Eva have made friends, and, Archer, she is at my house, waiting for you," menu Archfr dropped his pisuoK Wouldn't this h.'ivo been, a fine come off?" continuod the old man,- "I am a great mind to take a stick and beat all of you. Let us go to tho house. Break fast is about ready." Louis and Archer embraced each other. " I never saw Eva look so happy," re marked old man Gladrow to his wife. " Well she may be, David, for she's got a good husbaud, and what more could a girl ask, I'd liko to know?" Arkuntaw Traveler. Natl re Treatment of Diseases In India. Regarding the native treatment of dis eases, one of the most curious things I ever witnessed was a half-clad native shouting through the streets of a coun try town: "Does any one want back his sight? One rupee only!" as if he were hawking fruits or sweetmeats; and to my astonishment, a patient soon pre sented himself to be operated on for cataract." There, and then, standing in the bazaar, the itinerant oculist took put his penknife and performed the operation in a few minutes, bound up the man's eyes, and telling him to keep in the dark for a fortnight, received his fee of one rupee, and shouted his war cry for more patients. The operation was most unvaryingly successful ; one instance among my serv ants being a woman of eighty, who had charge of my fowl house, and had for many a day been sightless, except to dis tinguish light from darkness, and who in this way was successfully operated upon. Beside this operator are bone setters and medical rubbers, male and female, especially represented by the he reditary low caste accoucheuse of each village, whose skill in shampooing is such an aid in her lowly calling as to supplant much of the useless medicine and enforced rest of more civilized countries, and save endless mischief and suffering to her sex. What skill they have is, of course, almost purely traditional. None of the science of the world or British usage has yet altered in the slightest degree either the customs of the native or his horror at the idea of malo physicians for women. To supply a vacancy so long unfilled, lady doctors have now appeared on the scene, who, it is hoped by reaching the zenanas, may reach the real source through which a higher enlightenment in India is possible. An immense field is open to them along with every en couragement, and were but some of the many young ladies at home who are straining health for a future pittance in one or another of the spheres of teach ing to turn their attention in this direc tion, they would find an opening of wider and greater utility before them, and a prospect of large and rapid emol ument. Chamber' Jcnrnal. Rachel's Tomb. A correspondent of the New Orleans Timt-Democrat says in a letter from the Holy Land : Still further on we arrived at Rachel's tomb, a modern square white structure, made out of coarse plaster, roofed over a dilapidated dome. By a singular coincidence of traditions, Jews, Moslems, ArmeniansGreeks, Latin and Protestant Christians all unite in pro nouncing this the spot where Rachel's life went out and Benjamin's began, when Jacob and his family were journeying Southward from Bethel. The pillar which Jacob sorrowfully set up to mark the site which has now passed away, but the general locality is faithfully cherished in the hearts of the people. The tomb lies at the very junction of the Bethlehem and Hebron roads. We took the latter, of course, pursuing a journey that had been trodden before us by Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Joseph, David, Saul, Sam uel, Solomon and most of the patriarchs and pronhets of the Old Testament. Across tne valley to the right, as we turned our backs on the tomb, was the modern village of Beit-Jela, with some 4,000 inhabitants, all Christians, and the majority Latin and Greek church digni taries. The village was apparently one of the most attractive in the Holy Land. The Empress of Austria, According to a French paper, hardly any one at Vienna knows the empress, and many Viennese have never seen her. Though a grandmother she has still an elegant figure. She owes this to horse back exercise and to early rising. Her disdain for popularity and the people has its source in her attachment to the old prerogative of the crown which tho em peror has resigned. She guards the court against the invasion of new ideas, and would consent to mingle with the people at fetes if she thought they still respected their princes. But she knows the sacred character of the throne has disappeared In their eyes. The empress who disdains to show herself at balls, is curiously enough the intimate friend of circus riders. On the eve of the grand religious processions, in which former empresses took part, escorted by pages and ladies, she has convenient illnesses, which enable her to go to the country; but she has one virtue, rare iu em perors' consorts: she never meddles with politics. She is despotic mistress of her household, the first huntress in the world, and miht be the first professor of circus equitation of her time. She be lieves in Homoeopathy, violent exercise sod in shampooing. The Air Flower. One of the curiosities of the New Or leans exposition is an air flower from the city of Mexico. It is two inches long, and resembles a bettle with wings and horns. The wiugs are of light sea-en eu color, dotted with specks. The hoi as are snow-white, and at the points very short. The body of the fiower is pule yellow and deep orange, and gives a slight hyaciuth perfume. Including the broad, baQana-snaied leaves, the entire plant looks as though molded in wax, ----- - m-JS rir1 $1.50 PER ANNUM. KING OF THE SUGAR TRADE. CLATJB BFaXOXTei., AID THS POWER EE WIELDS. How FrOm Selling Vbrrr m.n& C'rnrU- er in New l ork Sprrckels Hecnmfl tho Waaler of Million. A San Francisco letter to the St. Louis Globe-Democrat thus details tho career of a great sugar monopolist: Claua SpreCkels, commonly known as the "Sugar King of the Sandwich Isl ands," wields a power more democratic. U not greater, than than that of any other monopolist in the world. He is sometimes more than a Warwick, be cause he has not remained content with making the king, but has guided all his movements like a puppet, so that he is actually the ruler of the pigmy realm and its financial ministry. Ilia dream is to exercise equal sway on the coast. Spreckels is a South German, born in Hanover, a man of small education, who came to this country about 1830, and started in the retail grocery business in Church street, New York. He made the impression on those who knew him there as a man of great shrewdness and of the thrift which is proverbial of his race. He came to California soon after the gold fever broke out, and at once engaged in the grocery bus iness in this city, preferring it to the hazards and hardships of mining. Every thing which he touched seemed to turn to gold. He made large profits in his business. Combining with Beveral of his brothers who had come out to the coast, he bought a quarter in terest m the Albany Brewery, in this city, for (40,000. This was the foundation of his present large fortune and commer cial importance. After running the brewery a few years, his keen business instincts saw in sugar-refining a far more profitable field of enterprise. The story of his conquest of the Sandwich Islands in a nutshell, is that ho took advantage of the ignorance of a king who wanted money, and that he works his coolies to death. Of Spreckels' wealth it is impossible to form any accurate estimate, because much of his property is mortgaged, and it is understood the greater part of his for tune is embarked in the sugar business, which is apt to depreciate. He makes daily, the year round, however, 630 bar rels of sugar, containing 275 pounds of sugar each, worth an average of $30 a barrel. This makes a business of ( 1 8, 000 a day, or $0,570,000 a year. He makes a clear profit of 10 a barrel, or $6,000 a day, which amounts to $2, 190,000 a year. He controls the entire sugar trade of the coast, which represents $10,000,000 a year. Down at Honululu he puts on more the airs of an autocrat, and his course there lately has put him into disfavor with both the native and foreign population.. Last January he loaned the king $1,000, 000. Among his employes Spreckels is probably more popular than any other millionaire on the coast, because he has always treated his poopie well. He is of medium height, compactly built and dresses neatly. He has the face of a typical German, with tho high chee,k -bones, fair skin and blue eyes of the Fatherland. His eye is as clear as that of a young man, and his skin though browned by exposure, is also clean and healthy. His round head is covered with a thick growth of hair, rapidly changing from gray to white. This is the only indication of his years. He has the alert look and move ment of a man of thirty, and in his steel-blue eyes is a look which goes far to reveal his character. He married years ago, when he was a poor man, a comely German girl, who was then employed as a domestic in the family of a large Eastern sugar refiner, and she has proved a good wife and mother. They have four sons and one daughter. The father and the three elder sons, among whom is Adolph, who shot De Young, are members of the Pa cific club, in this city, where the sons are general favorites. They are all fine looking men, of polished address, and have traveled much in Europe. Mr. Sprecklcs is an easy man to get access to, but it is another matter en tirely to draw any information out of him. When told of the objoct of tho visit he said: "You may put it down that I know what is always good for Claus Spreckles, and never fail to turn this knowledge to account." Tanned Snake and Frog Skins. Even tho delicate skin of a frog can be tanned. An opera glass covered with the handsomely marked skin of a garter or a small water snake will soon become fashionable. Card cases, small books and little bed-room clocks are some of the articles in the manufacture of which they are used. The surface of the skin is thickly glazed and in such things it takes a long time before tho scales be gin to stand up. The upper portion of slippers and shoes and even dressing cases are made from the larger snakes. Nearly all of them come Africa, but a good many are also obtained from Brazil and other parts of South America. It is a singular fact that the skins have to bo taken to France to be tanned. Veie York Mail and Ergras. How to Avoid the Press of Business. :'lt is a matter of life and death. You are overworked, sir, and must take a rest." "That is impossible, doctor. My best men are all sick, my customers are com ing in by the hundreds, and I must be at my post." "If your custom should temporarily Jrop oil you could then find timo to rest, couldn't youl" "Certainly; but how can I temporarily stop off my old putrons from rushing in en me, even if the case should be, as you say, a matter of life and death?" 'Easy enough. Stop advertising!" VhUadelphia fall. RATES OF ADVERTISING. 0e Square, one Inch, one Insertion. $ 1 One 8qnare, one Inch, one month 8 One Square, one Inch, three months. t One Fqnare, one Inch, one yev 19 Two 8qn ares, one year ..... jg Qoarter Colnmn, one year. . jo Half Column, one year 60 One Colnmn, one year .......100 t Le?al advertisement ten cunt .r Una each serUon. Marriage and death notices gratia. All bills for yearly advertt.ementa collected nnai terly. Temporary advertlreincnU muat be paid 1 advance. Job work cash on delivery. THE HOUSE OF CLAT. There was a house a houae of clay. Wherein the inmate sang all day, Merry and poor. For Hope sat likewise heart to heart, Fond and kind fond and kind, Vowing he never would depart Till all at once he changed his mind " Sweetheart good-bye I" He slipped aw ay. And shut the door. But Love came pa.it, and looking in, With smiles that pierced like sunshine thin, Through wall, roof, Door, Stood in the midst of that poor room, Grand and fair grand and fair, Making a glory out of gloom. Till at the window mocked old care Love sighed " all lose and nothing winT' He shut the door. Then o'er the barred house of clay, Kind jasmine and clematis gay Grew evermore And bees hnmmed merrily outside Loud and strong loud and strong, The inner silentness to hide, The steadfast silence all day long Till evening touched with finger gray The close shut door. Most like the next that passes by, Will be the angel whose calm eye Marks rich, marks poor; Who pausing not at any gate, Stands and calls stands and calls; At which the inmate opens straight Whom e'er the crumbling clay houae falls He takes in kind arms silently And shuts the door. HUMOR OF THE DAY. The old slipper strikes the hardest in the fall. Lowell Courier. Motto for craxy quilt manufacturers: "Blessed are the piece-makers." Chi cago Bun. Although photographing is dull, new features are constantly being (iatroduced in it. Aeio York Keust. - . -- Mrs. Partington says that it is notv true that her son Ike has ulsters in his throat. Somerville Journal. In newspaper parlance the merchant who gets ahead of his fellows is the one who has the "ad" vantage. Philadelphia Call. There's love on a railroad, Love in a carriage; Lots of it in courtship, Not much in marriage. Chicago Ltdgtr. Boy (with feeling) "I'm an orphan, and father's broke his legs and is in jail, and mother's in an insane asylum, and if I go home without any money they'll lick me." Botl-on Deacon. A young man, Oressed in elaborate style, Put on the skates with a confident smile; "But in spite of his "gall." His pride got a hard fall, And now his head is too big for his tile. Norristown Herald. A clothing dealer hung out an over coat for a sign, and marked thereon "Hands offl Beware!" A thief observed it, and, shouldering tho responsibility, remarked, "Hands on! Beworn!" Pittsburg Chronicle. When old Jacques broke through the ice: "Your name? Your addressl" "Yes, but" "Not a word 1 It is for bidden to bathe in this lake, and I am not here to listen to extenuating circtlm-'' stances." La Carknture. When you hear the old veteran with a head like an oyster bowl, telling the old story of the weather back in the twen ties, you perceive that, iu spite of tho progress of invention, there has been no imnrovement in lvinff worth mentioning. Lowell Courier. "I wish I was an owl," said the young lawyer, as he sat by her side late one evening! "Why V she asked. "Because I could stay up all night, you know, dear," he replied. "What would you want to do such a ridiculous thing as that for?" she tittered. "To wit: to woo." Pittsburg Chronitle. Between infancy and tho ballot-box a man tumbles into many pitfalls of terror, but about the biggest mistake he ever makes with his eyes open, is when he goes carefully along, with the lantern of reason in one hand, the staff of prudence in the other, seeking happiness in the pathway of . matrimony, and then, liko an old fool, tells his wife what a staving good cook his mother is. Chicago Led ger. The Horse-Trader ami the Horse. The habitual . . trader is not al ways a bad man and neighbor; but he is always supposed to need especial watch ing. He, certainly, is a double moralist except where he sometimes merges his private code into his ollicial one wholly. For, the horse, which is among the no blest of animals really, is somehow, practically, a corrupting institution. He contains in himself pretty nearly all pos sibilities of the good and tho bad. His scale of developments is of immense reach; and the worst of it all is, that bis qualities are oniy to be known, within any moderate approximation, by au ex pert. It is hardly credible tliut under the visage w hich seems so guileless there can be hidden so much deception. But we know, to our sorrow, that it docs hide there. We generally find out the day after an unfortunate purchase that the animal driven up so proudly before us yesterday is not the one that nour limps and wheezes. Tho real entity was marvclously concealed. It is u wonder that the head of the mythical sphrnx Was not mounted upon a horse. If it had been, (Edipus would have been worse battled to unravel the mystery. The slipperiness, therefore, of the horse trader, is easily uccounted for. ( lie can not very well help it. It in altoii'Khpr probable that he is hulf tlio timechtud himself. That lie has uin virtuu than he is credited vji tit is e,,-ut from the fact thut he is rrelv, if ever, kuown to be rich, and is rf-ver a millionaire. AVio York Hour.
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