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Corr.epondi.nc solicited from til pirtj f the
THE SCARECROW.
In yonder Hold lio stands erect,
No matter what the weather,
And keeps watch io circumspect
On foe of every feather,
Bo faithful Is he to the trust
Committed to his keeping
That nil the birds suspect ho must
Dispense with any .looping.
Sometimes his hat tips down so low
It teems a cause for censure,
For then tome old, courageous crow
Bollerrs It snfo to venture;
But catching night of cither arm
Outstretched iu solemn warning,
The crow decides to leave this form
Until another morning.
Although his dress is Incomplete,
It really doet not matter;
Forehnnce the truest heart may beat
Benratb a patch or tatter.
And It is wrong to base our love
On wealth and name and station,
For he who may will rise above
' Hh daily occupation.
We should not look with eyes of scorn,
And find In him no beauty
Who stands and guards our field of corn,
And doe the whale world duty,
But honor him for native worth,
For rustic independence,
And tend a hearty greeting forth
For biin and bis descendants.
Martha C. Cook, in Young People.
A QUAINT PROPOSAL
r The lilac bush beneath the south win
dow of Willow Brook Farm's wainscot
tea parior noaaca gracefully ns a tinv
icphyr swept goyly by, wafting far and
near its incenso of now mown hay. In
Its wako fluttered a purple and golden
butterfly, to poise a moment upon the
window's ledge, then to soar boldly for
ward until it lit upon a curious old vase
beside an orgnn, whose yellowed keys
gleamed softly in tho half darkened
room. The butterfly and the vase mir
rored themselves in the polished oak
floor, and if tho range bad been right
they could have repeated tho pictnro in
the shining surface of each articlo of
furniture.
A young girl was tho sole occupant of
the room, with the exception, of course,
of tho butterfly, who had winged his
way to a small oval mirror and was busily
making his toilet, as his companion,
humming a merry tune, dusted carefully
a squatty teapot, whose fat littlo spout
and comic tout ensemble at once inspired
longing for tea brewed in such novel
quarters. At that moment a voice, call
ing "Marthyl Marthy 1" echoed through
the house, .followed by: "Run quick
old Tim's in the com field, and ray hands
are all over dough!"
Hastily replacing the ancient heirloom
on! a spindle-legged table, the young
girl darted from tho room, while the
Butterfly, startled at its toilet, spread its
brilliant wings and floated swiftly out
into the sunshine again. Snatching a
snowy sun bonnet from its peg in the
hall, Martha flew down the garden path
across to an adjacent meadow. In her
hurry she failed to notice a gentleman
slowly advancing in her direction, until
two masculine handB stayed her progress.
With an exclamation of surprise, Mar
tha raised her pretty blue eyes and met a
pair of decidediy good-looking brown
ones, gaming with evident appreciation
at the dimpled, blushing face, from off
which the sun-bonnet had slipped, dis
closing a crop of reddish golden rings
yingclose to the finely -shaped little head.
"ibeg your pardon," murmured Mar
tha, the blushes and dimples waxing
deeper, "but I didn't see you, I was in
such a hurry."
"Don't mention it. Wouldn't have
missed the the pleasure for anything.
1 I liko to be run into," averred the
centlcmnn with considerable emphasis.
Such a rippling laugh as bubbled over
the lips of Marthu at this speech, which
she hastily apologized for with:
"I didn't mean to, really ; but what
you said sounded so odd."
"You couldn't do it again, could you?
I assure you I never appreciated being a
odd until to-day. I"
"Oh, the cow'l" exclaimed Martha,
suddenly recollecting her errand. "I
forgot all about him," and away the sped,
the gentleman hurrying after, repeating:
'Cowl Ilimt Let me help you. I I
really am very clever with cows. In fact
I would like to make them a study."
However, when the Hold was reached
no cow was to be seen, and remarking
that doubtless some of the hands had
ousted old Tim, Martha turned her steps
toward the house, thinking the gentle
man would proceed on his way. To her
astonishment, however, ho kept along by
her side, observing:
"Are you acquainted at Willow Brook
farm?" i
"Why, yes; it's my hone. I was
born there," answered A'ea'tha, sur-
pr.seaiy. I
"Happy farm! I mean-
must be
a lovely place, lou sec,,,. ' fact is
that is, I have a note for h 4ncan, of
Willow Brook Farm." alpoiA
"My mother!" cjacu Martha
opening wide her blue ev ,0 ,
the gentleman scanner?
18-ly:""M,"H
awakened interest a squ
had extracted from his
he added: .ivr in
"I am au old I sho
ope he
Vet, as
is an old friend of Mn
'eg a rough calculati
BRIDLES,
, time it might take, f..
to place him on equa'
with the daughte nnnne
thoughts ?an very nQ GOODS.
"Would be nice 1
so sallow. Woutler
him to make us a vi J
her speak of an old'-iCAN, only
son."
lly this time tbey
the I'UtU that ltd t
V0L.IVIII. NO. 25.
rose garlanded porch, find having ushered
the gentleman into the parlor we have
alrcadv been introduced to, with a de
mure little courtesy and the words "I
wi.l send mother," Martha left him.
In a few moments a comely, rosy
cheeked woman came hurrying into the
parlor with:
"Good afternoon, sir, Martha tolls mo
you have a letter for mo from an old
friend."
"Yes, from my mother," and the
gentleman bold toward her tho letter.
Having read it through, interrupted
with exclamations such ns "Bless me!
Who'd lmvo thought it!" Mrs. Dun
can, her pleasant face deepening into I
smile cjnculatcd :
"So you are little Faul Dorsey. My!
how time flies. When I last saw you,
you were only a littlo shaver. It must
bo nigh onto fifteen years ago. And to
think of Lucindy's remembering mo all
those years and sending her son to see
me. Not that I have forgotten her not
a bit. Only with cne thing and another
one hasn't time to think much of old
days. You see your ma and I went to
the same academy, and we thought a
signt or cicn other; only somehow after
both of us married wo sort of drifted
apart. Y'our ma she married a wealthy
city man, whilo X got wedded to a well
to do fanner, and to gradually we each
went our own wny. Not to forget euch
other though, as you see, and now, my
dear, excuse tho liberty, but it comes
natural like, being your Lucindy's son.
I'll send ono of the men down to tho vil
lage after your trunk, and you'll just
stop along witn us and be as welcome as
my own son, if I had one, and Marthy
and I will do our best to make you com
fortable," and motherly Mrs. Duncan
laid her hand with an approving pat upon
l'aui uorsey s slightly stooping should
ers, whilo he, coloring somewhat, en
deavored to thank her for her warm hos
pitality, but was cut shott with:
"Bless you. it's no nut out. we have
lots of room, tnd it wil be a real vilcasurc
to mo to see Lucindy s son making him
self to home in my house."
And thus it was that Paul Dorsey be
came a guest at Willow Brook Farm.
J hat evening after her visitor had re
tired Mrs. Duncan observing to her
uauginer:
"Poor young man, he hasn't a bit of
appetite. I don't wonder Lucindy Is
fretted about him. She writes that he
is always that taken up with books, that
sho can hardly ever coax him to sto
about a bit with young folks and enjoy
himself. I've been thinking Marthy, if
you was just to kind of make believe
you need his help now and again about
the garden and such, it would do him a
sight of good, and he'd never suspect it
was lor mo sane oi nisneaith, and Mrs.
Duncan laughed, a low. pleased laugh.
at the thought of tho deception, while
Martha exclaimed:
"Why, mother! you ore getting to be
a regular conspirator. But I am afraid
it won't work," he's so so odd."
Paul Dorsey had been told to make
himself perfectly at home: so the morn
ing after his arrival he withdrew from
the breakfast table to his own room, and
lortntvitn commenced to unpack bis
books preparatory to a pood dav's studv.
Everything was at last arranged to his
satisfaction, but somehow his thoughts
were strangely wandering this day, al
though not a souud disturbed the cool
quietness of his surroundings. A pair
of blue eyes seemed to glance mockingly
from the musty page ho fain would mas
ter, and he caught himself repeating
aloud the old-fashioned name of
"Marthy," which took unto itself the
sweetest of sounds by reason of its con
nection with so pretty an owner. Sud
denly, with a thud, the book fell from
his hand, as, exclaiming: "By Jove!
that's her voice," Paul Dorsey, with one
stride, was at the window making sad
havoc of the dainty dimity curtains with
clumsy hands.
Martha, accompanied by a tall stalwart
fellow, was passing down the garden
path, her infectious laughter floating
merrily upon the balmy air as she
chatted away to tho young man at her
side, who appeared io bo enjoying the
subject under discussion as much as her
self. As they disappeared from view
l'aui, with rather a blank look, resumed
his seat and sought to apply himself to
his interrupted task, but not with the
old ardor did he work, and for the first
time that ho could remember, he lis
tened anxiously for the bell to summon
him to luncheon.
The days slipped into weeks, and still
Paul Dorsey remained a guest at Willow
BrooK Farm, and it became no unusual
sight to see In in obediently following
Marthas directions concerning toe up
rooting of certain weeds, or the fasten
ing of some vine more securely about its
support. An honest, bronze- tinge had
replaced Paul's onco sallow complexion,
and the books well, they had become
secondary, a more potent charm having
outrivaled them. Mrs. Duncan con
gratulates herself upon her happy fore
thought that was working such a chango
in her friend's son, and Martha admitted
with a slight blush, that Mr. Dorsey
was gutting to be almost as handsome as
her cousin Joe her beau ideal of manly
beautv heretofore.
The sun burned scorching hot upon
the broad gravel path just outside of
the farm a pretty parlor, but within that
quaint room a restful coolness held sway.
Lounging idly in the depths of a willow
chair, was Puul, while Martha, seated at
the old organ, drew from its aged keys a
low, plaintive melody. As the last aote
died softly away, whirling round upon
her seat, Martha exclaimed :
"Do you know, Mr. Dorsey, vou
have been wasting the whole morning? I
don't believe you have looked at a book
for two days' this last, it mutt bo
owned, with a slight air of triumph it
she c-ontinucd, penitently: "I am afraid
I Kave been to blame, but to morrow I
will leave you free to spend the whole
day with your books, for Cousin Joe has
TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 7. 1885.
promised to drive mo over to Daploston
to do some shopping."
"Hang cousin Joe"
"Mr. Dorsey!" from Martha's aston
ished lips.
"I beg pardon, I really I hope you
will have a delightful time, Mis Dun
can. I assure you I shall a enjoy it im.
monscly being left to my books and
confound it! Excusemel "
And before Martha could reply, Paul
Dorsey had left the room.
"How queer it is," soliloquized Mar
tha, as Paul's departing footsteps echoed
through the hall." "I don't see why be
should dislike Joo so; Joe is always such
a favorite with every one. I hopo I haven't
offended him. I am sure I didn't meat)
to." And with rather a puzzled look
upon tho fair young face, Martha closed
the organ.
That evening ns Martha stood down by
the meadow gato caressing oil Doxey,
the mare, her quick ears caught tho
sound of a familiar tread advancing to
ward her, and a moment after a voice
exclaimed;
"I am an idiot, Miss Martha, but I I
hope you will forgive me. I couldn't
bear the idea of his monopolizing you
all day. I know you could never think
of an old bookworm like myself still I
I have been very happy, and I forget
sometimes that that there is such a dif
ference between us."
Martha's cheeks had been growing
rosier and rosier, whilo a strange, wild
joy surged through her veins, as she an
swered, her tones trembling slightly.
"Since I can remember Cousin Joe and
I have been playmates, and since father
died he has been so good and kind to
mother, helping her about the farm and
in every way, that ho has become like a
son to her, and as dear as a brother to
me. Dear Joel I don't know what we
should have dono without him." She
paused, the tears gathering in her pretty
eyes. Paul drew nearer, then hesitated,
as Martha continued:
"Joe is engaged to my dearest friend,
and they are to be married in just six
weeks."
"I am awfully glad I mean I wish
them joy, and all that sort of thing,"
and Paul Dorsey advanced still nearer
the little figure into whose eyes a sweet
shyness had stolen.
"Martha, do you think there is a
ghost of a Chance for me? As it's my
first attempt at anything of the kind,
perhaps you will sum it up leniently, and
make my sentence as easy as you "can,"
then gathering courage from Martha's
half averted face, and the extreme pink
ness of the one visible ear, he laid his
hand caressingly upon hers, adding:
"Martha, do you think you can forgive
me for for loving you?""
"Why should I forgive you for what I
have done myself?" came the low answer,
followed naively by. "But I did not
know it until to-day, when I thought I
had offended you."
"And and you don't mind mv beinc
odd or anything?" stammered Paul, in
his excessive joy.
"You are not a bit odd." was the in
dignant reply ; "I wouldn't have vou anv
different," and Martha touched shyly the
coat-sleeve in close proximity to her
waist, whereupon she Immediately dis
appeared from view, and from some
where in the region of Paul s waistcoat
Socket a muffled little voice might have
ecn heard ejaculating:
"On, l'aui 1 suppose somebody is look
ing?"
"1 hope they are," was the audacious
reply, succeeded by a second disappear
ance on Martha's part.
A week or so later a stylishly-dressed.
middle-aged lady was sitting tetn-a teto
with Mrs. Duncan, who was observing:
"Dear me, Lucindy. you've no call to
thank me. I had nothing to do with it.
Not but what I am real pleased that your
son and my daughter should come to
gether; but I had no more thought of it
than vourself."
A slight smile stirred the lips of Mrs.
Dorsey as she remarked:
"iou are just the same as ever. Mary.
Well, if Martha only turns out half as
good a woman as yourself, 1 am satisfied
that Paul has won a treasure."
"And he'll never forget, mother, that
he owes that treasure to you, for if you
had not sent him to seek out your old
friend he'd have remained a bachelor to
the end of his davs," interrupted a mas
culine voice, while a girlish treble ex
claimed, "Oh, I'aull" the rest ot the sen
tence being forever lost by Paul daringly
scaling his betrothed's lips with his own.
A Chilian Hero.
There have never been but two "hand-
to-hand" fights between iron-clads in
the history of naval warfare. One took
place in Hampton Roads, between the
Monitor and the Memmac. as we all
know. The other was at Iquique, Peru,
between the Peruvian ram Huescar and
the Chilian iron clad Ksmcralda. Ad
miral Gran, a Peruvian of German
ancestry, commanded the former, and
Arthur Pratt, a Chilian of English
ancestry, the latter. The Hutscar was
the swifter and more powerful vessel,
and struck the other amidships. As she
was sinking Urau struck her again, and
as the two vessels came together, Pratt
sprang on board the lluescar, with two
revolvers, and killed seven or eight men
before he was shot down. His vessel,
the Esmeralda, with ail on board, went
to the bottom of the ocean, and he lay
alone on the deck of the victor, sur
rounded by the bodies of the men he
killed. For this desperate act tho
Chillanos have made him their ideal
hero, and there is a monument to his
memory in nearly every town. Streets
and rhops. saloons, mines, opera houses
and even lotteries are named in his
honor, and the greatest national tribute
is to destroy the custom house in order
to erect Lis monument in the most con
spicuous place iu the principal city.
CVO
A CHINESE JIACE COURSE.
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AXMO&TD-XTED OBIEHTALS.
Coins; io the Rare In Qni-r Vehicle
The t'oollo Carrier Queer
Horace and Jockey.
Tho Hong Kong race week is one of
those rare occasions when the Chinese
come out of their swarming ant hills,
habit tally so difficult of penetration to
strangers. On the afternoon of the cup
day tiie broad, handsome main road is
taken possession of for miles by a swiftly
circulating mass of chattering, pig
tailed and most uncanny looking Chi
nese, with their equally strange looking
vehicles the light covqred armchair,
carried by bamboo poles on the should
ers of two coolies, and the rickshaw, a
two-wheeled vehicle with a pair of
shafts, between which is placed not a
horse, a mule, a pony, or even a donkey,
but one of those unceasingly toiling
Chinese. "Lickshaw, lickshaw'l" they
cannot manage our "r" shout half a
dozen eager competitors to the English
man. Tho rows of rickshaws, about
three deep, every ono nt a brisk trot,
with not an inch interval in front, behind,
or on one side, are kept rigidly in their
places by tall, stalwart policemen, Eng
lish. or Sikhs, stationed along the route;
and if any driver or horse one and the
same in the present case dares to de
viate from the prescribed line, the
policeman, with great tact and sagacity,
instantly steps forward and whacks him
not taps him. but showers down heavy
whacks on the offender's hollow-sounding,
shaven skull.
But we must not lose sight altogether
of a very important element in the
throng, the sedan chairs. These arc
more suitable for the staid elderly ladies.
Tho bearers, two, or if tho weight of
the lovely burden should try tho sup
porting bamboo poles four in number,
shuffle rapidly and unweariedly along,
and the occupants, perched high in the
air, endeavor to look dignified, but only
succeed in appearing supremely absurd.
Their coolies, if in private employment,
sro habitually clad in light, bright cot
ton liveries barefooted of course and
the effect is thoroughly Oriental and
rather pretty. There, I see, is the chair
belonging to the establishment of the
governor of the colony. It is born by
four coolies in our brilliant national
scarlet uniform, and this dazzling color,
in the midst oi the CHinese green, yel
low, and blue, really looks very impos
ing, mere is a different sort of a
chair, carefully covered and closed
around with straw lattice work. It veils
from public view some Chineso beauty
of high degree. Soldiers under the
rank of sergeant are forbidden by garri
son order to travel in rickshaws.
The Europeans are only as units
among thousands. True, the natives,
high and low, rich and poor, afoot or
transported, will instantly shrink aside
at the incessant warning. "Hyah," of
the running coolie, who thus intimates
that he is conveying an Englishman, but
the enormous majority of the streaming
throng is, of course Asiatic Chinese. The
route is lined with palms, with banyan
trees, and with bamboos, and the red,
fever-causing, disintegrated granite dust
flics up into our faces. Up go the
umbrellas. Up hill, and my
trotting coolie never flags; down
hill, and his speed becomes so breakneck
that every moment I expect an upset, a
collision, or a smush, irrespective of the
contingency of broken bones to a few
English foot travelers, who would scorn
to move out of the way for any number
of Chinese cries of "Hyah."
Here we aro at the entrance to the
grand stand. A payment of about f 5
procures admission to the lawn, and
once more the strangeness of the scene
seems for a time to baffle any systematic
observation, however painstaking. In
lieu of stands are some seven or eight
large mat houses, light, picturesque
structures, supported on bamboo poles.
witn sides and roots ot rushes, and deco
rated with tropical evergreens and bright
cloth or calico, the effect of which is ex
cessively pretty. Each mat house is the
property of some'ie private individual
or of an assocu -id tho refresh
ments provided aro so costly aud abund
ant that tho imputation of excessive eat
ing and immoderate drinking can scarce
ly bo resented.
Tho race crowd, without which a race
meeting is as dull as a German steeple
chase, is of largo proportions, with rep
resentatives of nearly every Asiatic state,
but, of course, Chinese enormously pre
ponderate. Nearly all are chattering,
and quite all are in high good humor,
enjoying the general sense of holiday.
Not a single case of drunkenness did I
see no bickeiing, no rowdyism, and yet
no lack of fun.
The saddling bell rings, tho numbers
are hoisted, a i.hud of hoofs announces
the preliminary canter. Well, what of
the racing? Beneath criticism, almost
beneath contempt. The ponies aro from
Australia, Jap-an or Chefoo doubtless
serviceable for the work of their respec
tive countries, but as racers, wretched,
weedy, groggy, undersized brutes; while
the jockeys are the paraphernalia of
their business, the preposterous length of
their legs, their heavy weights, their
horse coping idiosyncrasies, and their
indifferent riding.
I bought a very average type of racer
for 0 Ids. In fact, the sport is merely
a peg on which to hang the love of
gambling, which, like the lovo of drink,
runs very high in this part of the world.
Innumerable and high prize lotteries are
started, and three legged screws are
merely bought and entered on the off
chance of winning the stakes, which, in
addition, are very considerable.
. While pondering on the scene, my at
tention is suddenly aroused by au un
wonted hum, bustle aud excitement
among the Chinese mob. A race is in
course of being ruo, but to this incident
they are habitually very inditlereut.
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$1.50 PER ANNUM.
Something unusual is certainly arousing
them. Here comes the horses. How
queer the jockeys look, how strangely
they aro hunched up, how wildly they
throw theiar arms about, how fiercely
they flog, what diabolical faces and,
bless my heart, why, they have got pig
tails streaming In the wind! The puz
zle is explained. It is a race ridden
under special arrangements by Chinese
"mafoos" or grooms tho best race of the
meeting, tho only ono which has caused
any real enthusiasm. Roused by the half
laughter, half-cheers, of their white mas
ters, stimulated by tho cries of their fel
low countrymen "Go it, Fordham!" I
once heard an encouraging Chinese lad
shout tho mafoos, as they "finish" up
thoir Walpurgis rido, wild with excite
ment, seem to have lost still further their
semblance to humanity, and to bo trans
formed' into distorted -visaged, hoiribly
frenzied demons. Tho race over, how
they strutted about in all the pride of
jockey caps and jackets, and how they
clung to their costume to the last possi
ble moment?
The tenants of the numerous mat-fashioned
grand stands belonging to the
higher class natives have become very
jubilant and vivacious in consequence of
the above-described race, and I avail
myself of an opportunity to enter one
tenanted chiefly by Chineso and Japan
ese ladies. I must confess that my bash
fulness compelled mo to retreat after a
Very fow moments from the battery of
their half -wondering, half-scornful
glances at tho European intruder, but not
before I had time to remark that their
faces were flushed all over with skilfully
applied pink tints, excepting in patches,
which revealed disagreeably even and in
tensely opaque whiteness. Theireyebrows
were penciled into narrow stiff arches;
their headdress, vests and trousers for
in China all the women wear large, loose
trousers were of variegated colors,
quite ingenious in their contrasts and
brightness; their black hair was dragged
back into lumpy, slimy rolls like jelly
fish; their stature was ugly and stunted,
and their feet, their extraordinary feet,
in many cases had been contracted since
childhood into mere deformed knobs,
hideous to look at, on which they pain
fully tottered for a few yards.
A wide detour round a ditch brings us
into the very thick of China race course
dregs. Gambling booths for large sums,
gambling booths for small sums, gam
bling booths for nick-nacks, gambling
booths for high-triced drinkables, gam
bling booths for low-priced carrion ; each
booth with an eager throng of both sexes
and of all ares around it, which renders
circulation difficult.
What is this fragrant and vet some
what sickly smell, a mixture of burning
spins ana sandal wood, emanating from
some of the closed chairs conveying home
the Chinese ladies? It is duo to the joss
bucks, in consuming which, they utilize
their leisure moments, an exercise which
they consider as equivalent to an act of
worsmp.
Rapidly, yet steadily, the pedestrian.
the sedan chair, and the rickshaw lines
of wayfarers stream into the ordinary.
quiet town, just beginuitig to glitter
with gas jets from the English lamp posts
those ubiquitous lamp posts whicn, in
common with the gallows, may now be
regarded as the Bymbol of advancing
civilization. London Cornhil'
A Story About Ferdinand Ward.
George P. Lathrop tells In the St. Louis
Pott-Dispatch the following story about
ward, tne notorious ISew York financier,
now an inmate of Ludlow street jail in
that city:
A wealthy resident of some prosperous
rew England city called on ward ono
uay witn a note oi introduction from a
mutual friend. In the course of conver
sation he remarked that he had some
money to invest, and asked Ward if ho
couldn't tell him of some chance to put
it where it would bring a good margin
of profit.
AVard said that he didn't know of ony
thing just then. He himself had more
money than he knew what to do with,
and besido, ho was too busy with some
big scheme of his own to go into any
outside speculation. Of course, this only
whetted the New England man's appe
tite for investment, aud in the course of
half an hour ho induced the famous finan
cier to accept his check for $j8,000, to
bo used in ono of the "blind pools" of
which Grant & Ward made a specialty.
Three or four months later the
New England man appeared again.
By that time Word had entirely for
gotten him and his check and it was with
great difficulty that ho could recall his
name and the amount of his iavestment.
"I believe there's something due youi"
he said, after a brief convention. Tak
ing down a large ledger ho made some
brief calculations, and then observed
with a pleasant smile: "The amount
credited to you on our books is $102,
704." Then to the bookkeeper: "Mr.
Jones, will you kindly draw a check to
Mr. Perkins' order for $103,754?"
Ward calmly turned to his work again,
while his visitor sat gasping for bieuth.
In the language of the day the visitor
was "paralyzed." It was some time be
fore he could control himself sufficiently
to ask if there wasn't any chance for him
to reinvest his money and double it
again; but Ward didn't seem anxious,
and at last the stranger took his depar
ture, got his check certified at the Marino
bank, and returned to his native town.
Three days after he walked into Ward's
office in company with four of the
wealthiest of his townsmen. He had his
certilied check the same one Ward had
given him in his pocket, and his friends
were supplied with checks of their own.
They succeeded in inducing the finan
cier to accept about $3r0,000 for in
vestment in another "blind pool." That
was exactly one week before the failure
of Grant & Ward.
A kind word may often outweigh in
roal worth the wealth of the universe.
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A POOR TO UNO UTAH TO HIS OIAL.
A jewel rare are you, dear Anne,
But can you use a frying pan?
Or get a meal for a hungry man?
Oh, I will wed you if you can,
Sweet Annel
Tour dainty fingers wield a fan,
But can they wash a pot or pan?
Sweep, bake and brew? Oh, if they can,
I am, in truth, the very man,
Sweet Anne?
Toa work in Kensington, fair Anne,
Play, ting and dance, but If you can
Well mend my tocki, none other than
Myself can worship like this man,
Sweet Annel
Life.
HUMOR OF THE BAY.
A big diamond The baseball field.-
Life.
"Stick to It," as the fly-paper observed
to the fly. Graphic.
Guns are only human, after all: They
will kick when the load becomes ton
heavy. Mercliant- Traveler.
"I catch on," was probably what the
fish said when he took the baited hook.
"He weighed five pounds," was proba
bly the lie told by the fisherman. De
troit Free Preu.
Dude "You love me then, Miss
Lydia?" Lydia "Love is perhaps some
what too much to say. At least I have
sympathy for you, becauso your face re
sembles so much that of my poor dead
Fido."
Some Eastern poetess asks the conun
drum: "Oh, where does beauty linger?"
Our office hours are from eight to six ;
mornings, noons and evenings generally
at home, or out walking with the family.
Peck'$ Sun.
Little Bess to gentleman caller: "You
ain't black, are you, Mr. M ?" "Black,
child? why no, I should hopo not.
What made you think I was?" "Oh,
nothia','copt pa said you was awful nig
gardly." 'Burlington Free Prest.
Some one says "only one woman in a
thousand can whistle." Every once in
a while during tho heated term, and
when the whole world looks dismal and
dreary, some bright ray of hope descends
to cheer the hearts of men.
General Washington went fishing at
least once. And on that occasion he
caught a trout at least four inches long.
While down at the corner grocery in the
evening, after returning from his angling
tour, he was asked how much the trout
weighed, when ho uttered those memor
able words, viz. : "I cannot (ell a lie. It
weighed seventeen and a half pounds."
Norr into ten Herald.
She'd a lovely little pug
With a very ugly mug;
And she nursed it, and she coddled it, and
kissed it:
She said It was to tweet
It was good enough to eat:
But, alas! one day it happened that sho
missed it.
She hunted everywhere,
And she advertised, but ne'er
Did the more set eyes upon that canine
whiner;
" , But at last the traced its fate,
And found, cruel to relate,
He'd been eaten by a laundryman of China.
Boston Gazette.
It is said of the Boston girl who got
lost up in the Catskills the other day
that she shouted in an intellectual tone
of voice: "I require assistance from some
honorable man of culture and refine
ment." When the farmer who found
her was leading her back to thu hotel
she asked him if he was srul-.c sub
scriber to the Atlantic Monthly, and if
he had read "Natural Laws of the Spiri
tual world." And when ho said "No,"
she 'forgot to thank him for his assist
ance. Aea York Mail.
THS LOCUST'S VATS.
A low locust sat in a high locust tree,
And he tang to bis mate, "Zeesee, zeezee:
It's many year since- I've toeu the bright
tun;
It's many a year since I've had any fun;
And, my dear, U I don't paint everything
red,
- It will be zee tee
Now you tee, zee tee,
Because every green loaf in the country is
dead"
But a sparrow sat up in the tame locust
t:ee;
And much oftener cussed than the locust
was he.
And he said to hit mate, "There's a bug over
there
Such a nice little nr.orsel for a fond loving
pair;
Just wait here a minute, and I'll take the
boy in.
Now dou't Blip chip-chip
Ain't he Hip cbip-cliii f"
And when they were through there was left
but a siiin.
Washington Star.
Greenbacks.
"Old Greenbacks," was the soubriquet
given to Secretary Chaso iu the army,
from the green ink with which the backs
of tho United States paper money was.
printed. This ink was invented by Stacy
J. Edson, and patented in 1857, as anti
photographic. It could not be photo
graphed on account of its color, and
could not be dislodged by alkalies by the
counterfeiters to get a complete fac
simile of the bills, aud as it was a secret
known only by tlw American Bank Note
company and the inventor, it was im
possible to counterfeit the greenback
money. It was used by many banks be
fore the war, but was "never a leading
feature in the bill; but even if the com
position of the ink had been known, it
would have been of no use, at the work
could not be copied from the genuine
bills with any kind of ink. The date of
tho patent could be seeu on all the bills,
in small print. Old General Spinuer
wanted to huve Congress enact a law
making the counterfeiting of national
notes a capital offence, a was once the
case in Great Britain, aud to havo them
bear the legend which hud been on the
bills then issued by the Bank of Eug-
lanu: io uouuterieit is Ueath." Hem
PrUy Poor.