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"VANITY OF VANITIE3
"Vanity of Vanil ios ; tho world In full of sin,
Tho pot of evil boiling all the time;
Tl Ug man and the little man In breathless
littKto to win
Hlaengle or his dollar or his dime;
And yet though o'er this desert waste the
winds of evil blow,
TlMuVg many a cheerful glimmer shining out
above the mow.
A thousand trap and pitfalls He about ui
every day,
Temptation and dolualons by the score;
The nabob in his selfishness rolls by us on th
way,
The poor man often bangs his cottage
door;
Aj1 yet there's compensation. Every clumsy
mortal whines,
Who grasps a hornet by it sting or hedgehog
by 1U ipines.
Amid the selfish thousands there are hundreds
true and kind,
"With many noble features that redeem;
The roughest ore has value if It be bnt well
refined,
And nion are mostly better than they
?cm;
If looking out for brambles you are sure to
find their darts;
fWfcaps you'll be as lucky If you closely look
for hearts.
For aftor all is uttered, we but find that
which wo seek,
Tho scorcher after weaknesses will find;
Go,lisUn,and you'll wonder at the kind words
mortals speak,
No beauties have a message for the blind;
The world is but a mirror, and within our
neighbor's face
We see our soul reflected in its ugliness or
grace.
"Vanity of Vanities," the world Is full of
sin,
Hut alto full of sunshine and of flowers;
The man who works for happiness its smile
will surely win,
The man who seeks shall find his sunny
. hours;
So thruht the little barriers of its selfishness
aside,
And find ILe hidden blessings lying under all
V .. its pride;
The tud isalways somewhere, and the good
old wor
. Edgar-Jtpes, the Current.
OLIVE'S AD VEStDHE. '
"But I don't beliovo any one would
" tako tbe trouble to molest us I" said Mr.
Jnyncaford, genially, as he throws fresh
log, moss-f ringed and odorous of the
scented dead leaves, among wb.ioL,it
bad lain all tho autumn time, upon the
blazing lire. "In the first place, we've
got nothing to steal and in the second
place, if we were all murdered, I can't
seo any particular good it would do any
body. So I calculate wo may sleep
quietly in our beds."
"Yes but, father," said Mrs. Jaynes
ford, with an anxious look (she was a
modern Martha, cumbered with many
cares, this angular, hard working, yellow-faced
farmer's wife) ; " I really think
you ought to get an extra bolt on the
back door, andl never did think a hook
and staple was a safe thing for the little
hall door. If there is a gang of burg
lars ond murderers going through the
country "
And Olive Morrison, the little lame
school-mistress, who happened that week
to be "boarding" at Farmer Jaynes
ford's, moved her scat instinctively
closer into the angle of the chimney
corner, and lifted a pair of large, gray,
Vtartled eyes toward the good-humored
face of her host. '
"Fiddlesticks I" ejaculated Mr. Jaynes
ford, "I keep a loaded rifle and old
Towscr- has a throat like a trumpet, and
I guess if they come here they'll clear
out again pretty quick. Anyway I'm
not afcarcd of em."
"There is such a thing as foolhardi
ness. Jotham!" said his wife, senten-
? liously, as she stirred the batter for the
morning's griddle-cakes in a squat stono
iar with hicrh-shouldered handles on
either side.
Olive Morison went to Tier room that
night, in fear aud trembling, after hav
jug set up by the family fire as long as
she could possibly find any excuso for so
siUiccr tin find lingering. Sho was a
soft-eyed, rosy-complexioned little
thing, with a tender, tuneful voice a
girl who would havo been very beauti
ful, were it not for the paralysis of one
limb, which made it necessury for her
to walk with a crutch, Rnd somewhat
dwarfed her natural height. Every
body liked Olive.
The parsimonious opened their hands
to her simple needs me cnurtisn grew
almost courteous the hard-hearted in
stinctively softened, and those who be
lieved iu the hopeless depravity of hu
man nature, made au exception in favor
of Olive Morison. Even the riotous,
rebellious young horde of tho district
school were more malleable, by far,
under her gentle rule than they had
been under that of the mule teacher, who
had just resigned his position in do
spair. "
As she stood before the glass unbraid
iu the brown, shin ng f-trands of her
long aud luxuriaut hair, Mrs. Jaynesford
looked into the room.
"it's a sharp, frosty night.Miss Olive,"
sho said; "hadn't you butter have an
extry comfortable on your beds"
"I don't think I need it, Mrs. Jaynes
ford," said the girl. "Hut do do you
really think there is any danger of our
being robbed and murdered f"
"1 only know what I've heard, there
beiu' a gang o' lawless iellers in the
country, "Mrs. Jaynesford added, with a
sort of-gloomy satisfaction in tho pros
pect. "And 1 (tout know why they
tuouldn't come here us well nsauv place;
j 'tain't likely they know v.u burnt no
L
filver, and Jotham keeps all his money
in tho county bank. Towser's nil very
well, but I've heard o' better dogs than
he is, bein' settled by a dose of poison,
and I'd like to know what good Joth
nm's loaded ride's goin' to do us, arter
he's had his throat cut from car to car
in his sleep 1"
"Oh, Mrs. Jaynesford 1" shuddered
Olive, the brush fulling from her nervous
fingers I "I can't stay alone to-night will
you send Bessie in to sleep with me? "
But in spito of little Bessie Jaynes
ford's pcBcoful breathing at her side,
Olive could not co to sleep until mid
night, and when at last a few snatches
of capricious slumber visited her eyelids,
It was embittered by frightful dreams of
black crape-masked burglars standing at
her bedside, and pistols presented close
to her eyebrows.
"Pshaw!" said Olivo to herself next
morning, as sho viewed her palo face and
swollen eves. " I am a goose and I'll
be one no longer. What could any one
gain by hurting a poor lame girl like me."
I don't believe there are any burglars
around and if there should be, I don't
believe they will come to Farmor Jaynes
fordV But tho walk was long and lonely, and
when Olive reached the fallen tree, just
beyond the rocky spring, where tbe
school children always stopped to drink,
she sat down on the trunk of a fallen
treo, to rest a liltlo, ere pursuing the re
mainder of her weary, way.
As she did so, tho sound of human
voices reached her ear the gruff, low
voices of two men talking by the spring
beyond. Olive s heart stood still, as
she suspended her breath, in order to
listen! Who could they be! What
were they doing there at that hour?
Should sho scream and fly, or should she
trust to her dark dress and tho obscurity
of the twilight to screen her from dis
covery! She chose the latter alternative,
and shrank further into tho deep shadow
of the witherod beech copse.
A brown house," said one man,
" with a big chimbley in the middle and
a new stun wall round it I tell ycr you
can't miss it."
A now chill of terror crept through
Olive's veins as she recognized the de
scription of the Jaynesfords' farmhouse.
"And how the plague are we to get in
without rousin' tho house?" retorted the
second man, rather harsher and more
grating than the first.
lie told me. Thar ain't no lastenin
but a hasp on the shed door it's easy
lifted with a bit of crooked wire. We
can slip in when they're asleep, an'
whew, tbe thing's done in a minute 1"
I don't believe in no such way of
goin' to work as that," growled the sec
ond man.
"What would tou do! Go round to
the front door and rouse 'em all up
Pshaw, Jim, ' you're a deal too soft
hearted, and that's what I've always
said !"
"I don't like the job, anyhow," sul
lenly retorted the other man.
It s soon over," was the Indifferent
reply, "and whero's the odds? Ain't it
all the same a hundred years from now!
Pooh, Jim, I didn't 'epose you was such
a soft-stomached Miss Nuncr of a f oi
ler 1"
"I ain't no wuss than anybody else!"
growled Jim, "but I'm human, and I've
a little gal of my own to home, no big
ger than Jayuesford's little Bessie,
and"
The Jaynesfords heard her tale with
breathless horror and dismay.
"I knowed it!" cried Mrs. Jaynesford,
with prophetic unction. "I told you
how it would be all along, Jotham, but
ye wouldn't listen to me 1 I'm a woman,
and women ain't worth jtayin' no Men
tion to!"
"Hut I don't see what it is they're
arter I" honest Jotham cried, scratching
the bristly black curls of his round pate.
"Anyhow, I'll stnd over for Deacon
Donley's two sons and Joseph Packer,
and we'll give them a good old-fashioned
welcome, let them come how and when
thevmay. You say there are only two
of 'em, Miss Olive?"
"1 only heard two of them talking,"
said Olive, "but there may have been a
dozen for what I know."
"I guess we enn manage 'cm," said
hopeful Jotham, tukiug down tho gun
from its two hooks over the stone chim
ney piece and beginning leisurely to in
spect it. "Forewarned is forearmed,
they say, and I've al'ays found there
was a good deal o solid truth in them
old proverbs my gran'ther used to
quote 1"
Evidently there was no sleep for the
Jaynesford family that night. All
hands silently made their arrangements
for a vigil.
"We must kindle up the fire and put
out the lights, as usual, at 9 o'clock,"
said Jotham.
"father," pleaded little Bessie, "can
I bring my two pet lambs in out of the
shed?"
"Nonsense, child, nonsense," said Jo
tham. Hut ho did not further object,
and Bessie made a bed for the two petB
iu the shaving basket in the corner of the
roomy old kitchen, greatly to their mu
tual content.
Mrs. Juynesford sat knitting gloomily;
if she had been told that the world was
to come to an end within the next twenty-four
hours, uhe would still have taken
un her knitting andy!)livc and lie-sie
nestled close to her side, while Jotham
paced thoughtfully up and I own 'ho
tloor, waiting for tho arrival of the aux
iliaries for whom he had already dis
patched a messenger. The clock had
just struck 8. when a brisk knock caiuu
to the door every one started as if the
simple sound had . been a trumpet of
doom.
"Don't open the door, Jotham!"
gasped Mrs. Jaynesford. but Jotham
drew back the bolt nevertheless.
"It's some neighbor," suid he. "Wy.
Jim Ellison and Jake Hleeker! I'm
riijht down glad to see je! Beanie, run
right down-stairs, flu' draw a pitcher of
cider, and bring up some o mother's
fresh doughnuts 1"
As tho visitor returned their boat's
cordial greeting, Olivo uttered a loud
cry: .
I ho men the men 1 heard talking
by the spring!" she gasped feebly. "Oh,
Mr. Jaynesford, turn them from your
door they are robbers and murderers 1"
"Eh!" cried Jotham. "Jim and Jake
robbers and murderers ! I guess not, Miss
Olive."
Let them answer for themsolves,"
cried Olive, hysterically. "What bloody
deed is it from which one of them re
coiled, bnt which tho other said would
'soon be over?' What was the plot to
gain secret - admittance through tho shed
door? What "
The taller and stouter of tho two
strangers shook with peal after peal of
noiseless laughter.
"I'll tell ye what 'twas, miss, before
tho little gal comes back," he said, in
the gruff, husky voice that had so terri
fied Olive Morison by the twilight
spring. "I said then Hwns an ugly job,
and won't say no less now. Jaynesford,
he sold me them lambs o' his little gals,
I drive a meat cart, miss and he told
me to come on the sly and get 'em away,
for she was dretful fond ov 'era. So
when we come to-night, and found they
wasn't in the outshed, says I to Jake
Blecker, says I: "We've jes' got to go
an' ask up an' down for 'em; sol
knocked, an' here we be."
"Is that all?" sighed Olive, with a
face of inexpressible relief. "Oh, I
have been terrified. "
And she broke into hysteric laughter,
while Mrs. Jaynesford sat by, half disap
pointed that there had been no mortal
peril after all.
So faded away the only appearance of
danger that molested the quiet Western
vale, and that was the last the Jaynes
ford family ever heard of robbers, bur
glars, and murderers.
But Mrs. Jaynesford had bought a
big box-lock, and affixed it to the shed
door, and takes great delight in ceremo
niously locking it every night of her life.
"You can't be too carefull" says Mrs.
Jaynesford.
Custer's Confederate Friend.
The Seventh cavalry were sent to
guard the engineers of the Northern Pa
cific while they surveyed the route to the
Yellowstone. This party of citizens
joined the command a few days out from
Forth Uice. General Custer wrote roe
that he was lying on the buffalo robe in
his tent, resting after the march, when
he heard a voice outside asking the sen
tinel "which was General Ouster's tent."
Tho gcueral called out: "Halloo, old
fellow I I haven't heard that voice in
thirteen years, but I know it. Come in
and welcome!" General Rosser walked
in, and such a reunion as we ha&l These
two had been classmates and warm
friends at West Point, and parted with
sorrow when General Rosser went into
the Southern army. Afterward they had
fought each other in the Shenandoah
valley time and time again. Both of
them lay on the robe for hours talking
over the campaign in Virginia. In the
varying fortunes of war sometimes
one had got possession of the
wagon train belonging to the other. I
knew of several occasions when they bad
captured each other's headquarters
wacon, with their private luggage. If
one drove the other back in retreat, be
fore he went into camp he wrote a note
addressing the other as '.'Dear friend,"
and saying, "You may havo made me
take a few steps this way to-day, but I'll
bo even with you to-morrow. Please
accept my good wishes and this little
gift." These notes and presents were
left at the house of some Southern woman
as they retreated out of the village.
Once General Custer took all of his
friend's luggage and found in it a new
uniform coat of Confederate gray. He
wrote a humorous letter that night thank
ing General Rosser for setting him up
in so many new things, but audaciously
asking him if he "would direct his tailor
to make the coat tails of his next uniform
a little shorter," as there was aditTercuce
in the height of tbe two men. General
Custer captured his herd of cattle at one
time, but' be was so hotly pursued by
General Rosser that he had dismounted,
cut a whip, and drove them himself
until the" were secured. Boott and Sad
diet, hy tilizalieth B. Custer.
A Butter Test.
"By that means I convince my cus
tomers thut I don't sell oleomargarine,"
said a wliile-nproned butterman, point
ing to two china sauce-boats that
stood in a conspicuous place on his
counter in the Farmers' market. In each
sauce-boat lay a little coil of common
lampwick, one end of which hung out
of the nose of the vessel. "Now," said
the dealer, pointing to two firkins, "one
of those contains oleomargarine made in
Connecticut and tho other holds Bait
packed butter from Ohio. See if you
can detect the genuine from the imita
tion." Tho reporter tried and failed.
In flavor, smell aud appearance they
were identicul.
Tbe butterman continued: "That oleo
margarine will deceive nine buyers out
of ten, but I will expose it for you." lie
dropped a lump of the oleomargarine as
large as un egg into a tin cup, aud in an
other cup he placed u similar-sized piece
of the salt-packed. J he cups were held
over a blazing little charcoal furnace un-
' til their contents were melted. Then the
oleomargarine was poured in one sauce
boat and the butter into the other. The
wicks were lighted. Both burned readi
ly, and (tie nuniing butter sent up a
faint and pleasant smoke. From the
oleomargarine, however, came the nasty
aud unmistakable stench of bunrug
rancid prcase. "Since I began showing
he dilTerence between butter nnd oleo
margarine, "taid the dealer, as he suuff'ed
out tho wicks, "my business hat
d oublod. "'F.'iUaJiljjIt iu 2'iiut .
MAPLE SUGAR MAKERS.
THE STJGAB CAMP TEARS AGO
AT FBE3EBTT.
Airs
Old AnA TVcw lroreea rtCBcflbpd
llai kivood. Fun In l ormer Tlirie
C'nrloua Thing About NJip.
A New Y'ork commission merchant
said to a Times reporter: "The art of
making maplo' sugar has greatly im
proved everywhere within tho past few
years. In the curly days tapping a
maple tree was simply the cutting in it
with an axe, a foot and a half above the
ground, aslopingnotch three inches deep
at the bottom, which was scooped out
into a miniature trough. As the notch
filled with sap it was ladled out. By
this means of procuring tho sap much of
it was wasted, and then the augur hole
and the hollow piece of elder camo into
use. It is not many years ago since any
one walking through a sugar bush in the
sap-running season could see the sap
dripping through these elder tubes into
rude troughs made by hollowing out
with an axe a piece of log split in half,
and holding three or four gallons. In
the sap dead flies, bees, leaves, and
twigs wore always to be seen floating.
and in the removal of these more or less
sap was wasted. In the days of the
elder and the wooden trough, the sap
was carried to the old time boning
kettles, which were usually the ones used
in the periodical soap-makings. These
were hung over fires built on the ground
and thus the sap white boiling was ex
posed again to all kinds of foreign sub
stances. The manner of hanging these
kettles was peculiar, and I know of
many old farmers who make sugar
simply for their own household use who
stick to the old crane and kettle still.
In hanging a kettle a tall, slim tree
would be selected and cut
four or five live feet from the
ground. It was then trimmed of its
branches and a hole bored through, its
butt end large enough to admit a strong
wooden pin. This pin was then driven
into the top of the stump, and the trunk
of the tree could be swung around at
will. The kettle was hung on this crane
over the fire, and, when it was necessary,
was swung aside to make it convenient
for further operations. The sap was
carried in from the trees in pails, borne
by yokes across the shoulders not only
of rustic swains but maidens as well, for
sugar making in the old days was a gala
time and always looked forward to with
joy by young and old, although it meant
weeks of the hardest drudgery.
" The sugar camp was the place for
love making and all kinds of backwoods
fun. Then, more than under the present
system, it was frequently necessary, when
tho sap was running tree, to boil all
night. The grove, lighted up by many
fires and peopled with many flitting forms
of merry girls and lusty farm lads, pre
sented a picturesque scene. On such
occasion the country fiddler added the
charm of his presence, and every moment
that could be snatched from attention
to tree and kettle, was spent in hilarious
devotion to dances whose graceful figures
havo long since been forgotten. It was
very important to keep a close watch on
the boiling kettles, for the sap was liable
to boil over. Sometimes, even by tho
most violent and persistent stirring of
the seething sweetness, tbe watcher was
not able to stay this inclination, and in
such emergencies a piece of fat pork was
always kept handy to throw into the ris
ing sap. This would instantly allay the
trouble in the kettle by breaking the
rapidly forming bubbles by some action
which I never quite understood.
"It would not do to leave the sap long
without stirring, for there was danger
of scorching and certainty of its getting
too thick. The work of stirring a largo
kettle could only be done by a strong
person, and he required frequent relief.
There was always some one of long ex
perience in sugar making, generally a
woman, who was the tester of a camp.
She went from kettle to kettle, carrying
a gourd dipper half full of sap or water.
Dipping a spoonful of the boiling syrup
from a kettle she threw it in the gourd
and judged by its action whether it had
reuched the graining stage, or that ap
proach to it when the fires should be
lowered, if not extinguished. When all
was ready tho syrup was turned oil and
the sugar run into well-gi eased pans,
cups, bowls and dishes of all shapes and
sizes.
"But a sugar camp nowadays, while i
is a cheerful and hospitable place to visit,
is vastly different from what it was in
our grandfathers' days. There is no
more boxing of trees, the elder stick has
disappeared, and the wooden trough is
never found in a well-regulated sugar
bush. A small metal spile driven into a
small auger bole now conducts the sap
into tightly covered tin buckets. There
are no insects or dirt to be taken from
the sap when it is carried to tho evap
orating pans, and none is wasted. The
evaporating pan, which has taken the
place of the old kettle, is a broad, shal
low pun. built in an arched furnace, and
sheltered by a close building. The sap
(lows in at one end of the pan and fol
lows devious furrows or passages in the
bottom of the pan. Hy the time it roaches
the end of these the sugar has been de
posited and the sap flows out at the lower
end of the pun as maple syrup. When
this cools it is placed in the pan again.
after straining, and beaten eggs and
milk added to it. The heat is gradually
increased, and the eggs and milk thicken
and collect the impurities, and all rise to
the surface, wheu they are readily re
moved in a body. Wheu this syrup runs
otl tho process of 'sugaring off' is com
pleted, and the fugar iu simply pluced
la molds aud is ready for market.
"There arc many curious things shout
sap. It will not run freely unless there
are mingled conditions of heat, cold and
light. Sup runs best with a still, dry,
dense atmosphere, aud when there is a
north or west wiud. A frozen soil,
thawing through the day and hardening
again at night, and plenty of snow in
the woods makes the best weather foi
sap. The more oxygen there is in the
air the better sap will run. If there
comes a heavy snowstorm during sap
weather, with a freeze following it, and
then a thaw, the sugar maker may expect
tho best possible run of sap. Trees do not
want to be close together to secure aguod
flow, and hence the anomaly in sugar
making that a few trees may be more
productive than a good many. Sap that
runs at night will make more sugar than
the same quantity running by day and
also when it is caught near a snowstorm
or a freeze. It is hold by many sugar
makers that sap is better when trees
grow in dry soil, are tapped on the south
side, and when the tap is made high.
Difference in quality of sugar, therefore,
is due in a great measure to soil and lo
cation of trees, and to climatic and
meteorological conditions. Care and
cleanliness in manufacture may make up,
however, for deficiencies in other requisites.
Herat
The city is situated at four miles' dis
tance from hills on the north, and
twelve miles from those which run south
of it. Tbe space between the hills is one
beautiful extent of little fortified villages,
gardens, vineyards and corn-fields, and
this rich scene is brightened by many
small streams of shining water, which
cut the plain in all directions. A dam
is thrown across the Hcri Rud, and its
waters, being turned into many canals,
and are so conducted over the vale of
Herat that every part of it is watered.
Varieties of the most delicious fruits
are grown in the valley, and they are
sold cheaper than at Mashad. The
necessaries of life are plentiful and
cheap, and the bread ana' water of
Herat are a proverb for their excel
lence. Of the inhabitants of the place
Vambrery gives the following descrip
tion: "The eye is bewildered by the
diversity of races Afghans, Indians,
Tartars, Turcomans, Persian and Jews.
The Afghan parades about either in bis
national costume, consisting of a long
shirt, drawers and dirty linen clothes,
or in in bis military undress; and here
his favorite garment is the red English
coat, from which even in bis sleep he
will not part. , He throws it on over his
shirt while he Bets on his head the pic
turesque Indo-Afghan turban. Others
again and these are the beau monde
aro wont to assume a halt-Persian cos
tume. Weapons are borne by all
Rarely does any one, whether civil or
military, enter the bazar without his
sword and shield. To . be quite a la
mode one must Carry about quite an ar
senal, consisting of two pistols, a sword,
pointed hendyar, gun and shield. With
the wild, martial-looking Afghan, we
can only compare the Turcoman -like
Jamshidi. The wretchedly-dressed He
rati, the Ilazara, the Timuri of the vicin
ity are overlooked when the Afghan is
present. He encounters around him
nothing but abject humility, but never
was a ruler or conqueror so detested as
is the Afghan by the Ueratis." -London
Times.
Lower California Tidbits.
In a letter from Mulege, Lower Cali
fornia, to the New York Hun, Fannie B.
Ward says : The other day Betsy and I
were entertained at an exceedingly swell
banquet at the house of a wealthy pearl
merchant. Among tbe numerous courses
of the dinner were some enormous snails,
which had been fattened for Lenten
food, as is the custom also in some parts
of southern Europe. The snails are
kept in large reservoirs, the floors of
which are strewn with herbs and flow
ers. Doubtless the fashion was borrowed
from the luxurious Romans, who, if we
may believe Varro, fed them on bran
and wine till sometimes a single shell
would contain .ten quarts! But that
course remained untasted, despite our
utmost efforts to do as the Romans do.
At a later stago of tho banquet two ser
vants appeared staggering under the
weight of a huge mangrove branch,
laden with parasilic oysters. This was
pluced in the center of the festive board.
Each little bivalve, moored by threads of
its own spinning, clung so tenaciously
that a hammer was needed to displace it.
This circumstance aroused our interest
in the oyster family, and determined us
to cultivate their acquaintance. The
Earasitical or tree oyster is as common
ere as in the Indian seas, and looks so
exactly like a dried leaf as to deceive
even the fisher birds that seek it. It is
found attached to tho roots aud branches
of the mangrove tree, which grows in
sheltered bays at the edge of the sea.
These odorous groves look like murine
forests, their lofty branches dipping the
waves during high tide.
A Japanese Postman.
As in America, so in Japan, the post
man wears his uniform. It consists of a
suit of blue cloih, a wide butter-bowl
hut and Btraw shoes. The mail bag
swings under bis arm, or is pushed along
in a little two-wheeled cart. He is al
ways running or trotting along. Y'ou
know that in Japan men do nearly all
the work that we make horses do here,
so you see the Japanese postman carry,
hasten along from station to station,
traveling on a quick run mile after mile,
up-hill, down dale, never stopping until
ho reaches the place where another post-
i man is waiting to receive the mail una
i tin on with it iu his turn. So the mail
i curried in the greater part of the Jupan
i eo Empire. To a f' places reached by
i steamers it tray; 'f m the United
States. r
Iu asiiialHj'f'T Grass Valley.says
a San Fran nn"?. "cr, the leaves and
bark of thijiSTrfi - tree are success
fully used su'1' ,e leather. The tunu-jry
! . .: , i. i
is ex pei it T
1 on native barks aud
trees. H
J.OVE EONO OF THE TOM-TIT.
The most successful, and certainly the
prettie3t, song in the new comic opera, "The
Mikado," is the love song of the tom tit It
has alroady become popular, and its refrain
has become a catch phrase. The song runs:
On a tree by a river a little tom-tit
Bang "Willow, titwillow, titwillowp"
And I said to him, "Dicky bird, why do you
sit
Singing 'Willow, titwillow, titwillowf ,
a it weakness of intellect, birdyT I cried,
"Or a rather tough worm in your little in
sider' With a shake of his poor little head, he replied:
"Oh willow, titwillow, titwillow f
He slapped at his chest, ai he sat on that
bough,
Singing "Willow, titwillow, titwUlowr
And a cold porspiration bespangled his brow.
Oh willow, titwillow, titwillowl
Ho sobbed and he sighed, aud a gurgle he-
gave,
fhen he threw himself into the billowy wave,
And an echo arose from the suicide's grave
"Oh willow, titwillow, titwillowl"
Now I feel as sure as I'm sure that my name
Isn't Willow, titwillow, titwillow,
fhat 'twas blighted affection that mada bin
exclaim
"Oh willow, titwillow, titwillowl"
And if you remain callous and obdurate, I
3hall perish as he did, and you will know
why,
rhough I probably shall not exclaim as I
die,
"Oh willow, titwillow, titwOlowl"
II DMO R OF THE DAT.
Bad habits Worn-out garments. '
A railroad strike A collision. Ex. r
A roller-skater is known by his bumps.
Sallie Ratus is the girl that takes the
biscuit. The Hatchet.
The wife's pathway in life is generally
a buy way. Boston Post.
When a stovepipe is cut at the elbow
the toot begins to play out.
In Denmark sthe rooms in the hotel are
all bald-headed that Lia, they have no
locks. Sifting.
Would it be just to say that all physi
cians partially get .their living by pill
age? The Judge.
Accordiuz to tho doctrine of the sur
vival of the fittest, the last man will un
doubtedly be a tailor. -Lid.
Often a cold shoulder pleases the recip
ient, especially if it happens te be a cold,
shoulder of lamb. Waterloo Observer.
The empress of Austria has a private
circus. Many American ladies have
them to on lodge nights. Courier-Journal.
A poetess sings, "I nave Found
What Silence Is." Her friends, it is
understood, are not so fortunate. Boston
Transcript.
"More light" is the watchword of
progress, but more of the opposite
quality in a load of coal is what the
people are beginning to demand. Chi
cago Ledger.
"What is the 'dollar of our daddies'?"
asked a college paper. It is what the
average undergraduate pays his wagors
and anti-tomperauco subscriptions with.
Burlington. Free lress.
"What One Girl Did " is the title of
a new story. She doubtless did the
same as all other girls do jump up on a
table and frightened a poor little mouse
to death. JVow York Journal.
A philosopher writes, "Man is the
merriest species of the creation." Did
the philosopher ever see a man when it
was first broken to him that ho was the
father of twins! We trow not. New
Toi'k Graphic.
"How Lo'vo is Made in Persia," is the
title of a recent article. It is probably
made there of the samo compound parts
as here, that is, millionaire's daughter
one part, impecunious nobleman one
part, desire for title forty-nine parts, de
sire for wealth forty-nine parts. Mix.
Boston l out.
"Sis says she can't como down to
night; she has a severe headache. That's
what sho says; but Cholly don't give It
away, she's lyin' like a bouse ufire. She
hurt her bunion so tryin' to wear num
ber two shoes on a number four foot,
that she can't walk," was the way a
Fourth street eight-year-old excused his
sister when hor beau called. Brooklyn
2'inies. '
A sporting paper contabis an article
entitled "How to prevent accidents in
tho game of baseball." This dilliculty
may be overcome by the substitution of
garden digging for baseball. A young
man who is digging garden never gets
injured by running the bases or by the
bat flying out of another player's hand;
though when he gets through with the
game he may be induced to think he has
exchanged backs with a man one hun
dred and ninety-seven years old. Nor
r into io ii Herald.
"The spring has sprung again, sir,
Aud I have bruug sir,"
Baid ho, "some little verseWts that the whole
world would like to reuU.
I know you'd prize thorn,
You'd beUt-r ruvie them
In an idle hour I dashed them, off at almost
lightning speed."
A joui uahslio
Encounter tistic
Then ensued, and, crash! the poet whirled
downstuim and through the door.
The bright Vsiimg writor
AV'aa not a A 'lite r.
But
he'd of inn (limbed off pouts at almoat
lightning siieeu iHilore.
-Sumert ille Journal.
Tli' re uro 1 3ii, 000 li-heiiueu iu France,
and about four tibhuruioii out of every
1,000 are drowned every year.
Over 'J, 000 children recently died la
th Fiji Islands of whooping cough. The
malady bus become epidemic.