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VOL. XVIII. NO. 28.
TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 28, 1885.
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HOW TO LIVE.
Po should we live that every hour
May fall ns falls the natural flower,
A solf-reviving thing of power;
That every thought ami every deed
May hold within itself a deed
Of future good and future noed,
Estoemlug sorrow, whose employ
Is todovelop, not destroy,
Far better than a barren joy.
Lord Houghton.
IN SEARCH OF ROGER HALE.
In the month of June, 1884, the law
iQice of Milliken, Frost & Co., situated
an a noisy thoroughfare of the city of
New York, presented its usual imped.
Three heads bent over tlirco desks,
while three pens scratched diligently at
the respective tasks.
Mr. Hiram Milliken emerged from the
privnto rooms of the firm, paused in the
middleware of the olliee, twirling the
gold seals which depended over his white
waistcoat, and looked ut tho owners of
tho head ruininatingly.
Tho pens paused, and thrco pair of
eyes regarded the great man in respectful
Interrogation, for Air. Milliken, a lawyer
of fine reputation, large connection, and
amplo fortune, was a very great person
Age, indeed, in tho estimation of his
clerks. Borne communication of import
ance was about to be made, for the
stranger, who had been received nn hour
before, was visible through tho open
door engaged in earnest conversation
with Mr. Frost and Mr. Whitney.
"As sure as you arc alive something is
up with old Fudge," whispered Hurry
Fayn.ll to his comrades of the desk.
Old Fudge was the nickname bestowed
by the facetious youth on his senior, who,
unconscious of tho impertinence, con
tinued to senn the group before him.
"Would either of you like to search
for a missing man?'1 inquired Mr. Milli
ken. "Yes, sir," replied John Leggat,
promptly.
"Expenses paid?" echoed Richard
Marshall, a prudent and dry
young man, whoso sandy hair hung
straight and limp about hh face, and
whose thin lips closed like the valves of
certain sca-shclls.
"Expenses paid, and ono thousand dol
lars for your trouble, if you find him,"
continued Mr. Miliken.
"1 will find him," said John Leggat,
wiping his pen and restoring it to tho
rack. "Who is ha? Why is ho wanted 1"
Tho lawyer regarded him with marked
satisfaction. Courage and energy of
purpose wero perceptible in tho youth
with tho Keen, gray eve, handsome fea
tures and curling, black hair. John
possessed tho true legal passion for
tracing results to causes. Here was an
opening. One of three. Prudent Rich
ard Marshall bethought him of the
heiress he was wooing ut a suburban re
sort, and hesitated between tho bird in
tho haud and one on the wing. Harry
Fayall was reluctant to give up a fort
night of camping in tho Adirondack
mountains. John l.cggat must go. lie re
ceived his instructions in tho private
room. Tho missing m;m was an artist
Roger Halo by name. His brother
had recently died in his native town in
Central New York, leaving considerable
property to be divided between two sis
ters and the absent Roger. No settle
ment could be mado of sales until tho
artist gave his consent. Ho hud been
last seen at Nice, but as a correspondent
Mr. Hale left much to be desired.
"1 will find him," reiterated John Leg
gat. "1 shall sail on the next steamer, if
they put me in the coal bunk. I wonder
what Katy will think of it," he added,
as he sought the abode of his fiance, on
tho very wings of hope.
The search for Roger llaio meant such
a start in life as the marriHgo of these
young pcop c, otherwise delinitely de
ferred. Katy White lived with her
brother on tho fifth floor of an apart
ment building, where the increasing hent
and tho improbability of a country holi
day had aroused the imagination of the
children. Tommy had made a train of
cars of chairs in ono comer, while Molly,
seated majestically on a table, announced
she was on board tho steamboat, bound
for Newport, and Rob imagined himself
to bo on the Long Branch shore, with
tho aid of a wooden shovel and a toy
pail full of shells.
"I mean to live in the country when I
am married," announced Katy, who was
as sensible as she was pretty, dimpled
and rosy.
"I hate tho country," retorted her sister-in-law,
a pale blonde, with a fashion
magazine open on her knee.
John Leggat entered, was welcomed
hrilly by tho children, and imparled
the news that ho was to seek Roger
Hale. Katy wept and trembled, and bo
came sufficiently calm to listen to his
projects.
"Make your wedding dress, darling,"
he whispered joyfully.
Next day he sailed for Europe.
When John Leggat reached Nice, trav
eling from Paris without stopping, ho
learned that Roger Hale had been in that
brilliant city, but had gone on toward
Italy, sketching the shore. The infor
mation gleaned was somewhat vague
when analyzed. Everybody knew Roger
Hale, but no one was precise as to dates
respecting his movements. Tho term
used was that he was generally around
lomewhere and a very good fellow.
John departed along the shore, in
turn, undeterred by tierce heat and the
liniatcr rumor that cholera had appeared
St Toulon and Marseilles. He searched
every town, hamlet aud inlet of a pictur
esque coast until checked by the fron
tier and the land quarantine w hich had
been established on that sultry July day.
Escaping from the land quarantine
John Legist hastened to Genoa, where
learned that Roger Halt wi in Milan.
At Milan he was told the artist had
sought the Turin exhibition. He took
the next ttain for Turin, but failed to
hnd the missing heir in tho Mcdircval
castle or the Kermess fair. The hotel
secretary was absolutely sure the object
oi inquiry had returned to Venice
Launching letters and telegrams, like a
snower oi arrows, in all directions, John
turned his lace toward the Adriatic. A
fresh perplexity awaited him. Venice
gained, he lost trace of Roger Hale alto
gcther. What had become of him?
Piqued, he sought banker, consul, hotels,
nna lodgings in vain. A lady at the
table d'hote stated that a party of artists
had gono to Titian's country" ten days
ociorc, and Boger Hale was of the num
ber. Tho lady changed countenance
slightly when she learned that the Amen
can had sped after the artists.
"I am almost sure that was one of the
names," she mused, "or was was it
Smith!"
The artists cheered John. Roger was
to loin them later, and if tho lawyer re
mnincd in their midst or hung about
Venice, Hale was sure to turn up. Ihe
chief authority recalled, all in sketch
ing a flight of steps, that Halo had sought
Florence to copy a head ot l man's in
Ritti gallery. John journeyed to Flor
ence, discovered a canvas on which a
woman s face was outlined, and learned
that Roger Ilalu had left for Leghorn
some weeks before. At Leg
horn tho artist was said
to have gorre to Sardinia with an Italian.
A merchant promised to telegraph to a
certain person at Rome for more accurate
information. John waited, fumed with
impatience, fast verging to exasperation.
The artist, ever within reach, perpetu
ally eluded him. How easy it had
seemed to find hiinl John began to fear
Kogcr tialo was a myth a will-o -the
wis).
Leghorn swarmed with life; groups of
gins gainerca auout tno lountains; the
uir was redolent of hot oil frizzling on
the domestic altar of supper in narrow
streets. A funeral procession passed
along a quay, the candles of tho peni
tents uaring; a black prison-van. guard
ed by royal carbineers, wearing cocked
hats, crept behind the lour-in-hand of a
Greek banker. The sun set behind the
tranquil Mediterranean in a fiery disk.
dyeing tho waves crimson and gold.
John strolled about tho gardens of tho
shore, and sought one of the piers. On
the right the serrated peaics of the Car
rara mountains sloped to the brink of
tho hpczian gulf. All about him the
people laughed and talked in a babel of
tongues. A Sicilian princess, with nar
row, Spanish face, enveloped in opales
cent draperies like tho sea at sunset,
drank cotfoe at tho next table. A pi
quant beauty, clad in maize colored
satin, claimed the homage of a bevy of
cavaliers. une Dy ono little boats,
wreathed with swaying lanterns, became
detached from shore and flitted over
the water to cluster about a yacht,
gemmed with lights in an arch of
green tire. A Venetian fete was
transpiring, with song and revelry.
Suddenly a word, nn exclamation, a cry
wrought swift change to the fairy spec
tacle. The beauty held a telegram in
her rigid hand, the princess had started
to her feet tho very waiters paused to
look and listen. The cholera had reached
stricken Spezia. The eyes of adjacent
towns turned to the boundary of moun
tain in dread of tho awful moment when
the pestilence should wing its noiseless
and fatal way onward to strike them as
well. Panic ensued. Tho lights went
out, and the multitude surged inland to
join the fugitives of Spezia at Risa in a
tumult of frenzied haste. Tho princess
journeyed, enthroned on her own lug
gage in the baggage van, rather than be
left behind.
At this auspicious moment John
learned that Roger Halo was certainly at
Naples.
"Let him stay there, then," he cried,
wrathfully.
Roger Halo had an idea. When he
had an idea he invariably put it into ex
ecution. Was he not his own master?
His visit to Sardinia had been brief, and
gaining Rome by Civita-Vecehia, he was
meditating a return when the idea dawn
ed upon him. A few hours of leisure
decided him to write to his relative; in
America. Ho bought some postage
stamps at a tobacconist's, which tho
woman wrapped up in a bit of news
paper. Outside, in the shadow of a
temple wall, the artist removed the
p iper, and consigned the stamps to his
vest pocket.
"They will think I've died of cholera
long ago," ho mused, in dutiful allusion
to his anxious sisters. His quick eye
noted a paragraph ou tho bit of paper, in
which the queen expressed sorrow for
the misfortuues of Naples, the smiling
Parthenope, seated on her incomparablo
bay.
"I have it!" exclaimed Roger Hale.
"Tho Siren Parthenope was there cast
ashore, and Neapolii was the city of
Campania, built on tho Sinus Carter."
Ho took the next train southward. A
votary at tho shrine of bcautv, absorbed
in his art, the elusive ideal of perfection
now flitted before him on rainbow wings
toward the Vesuvian gulf. Ho had done
nothing. Parthenope should redeem his
years of idleness aud livo on canvas, a
vision of loveliness, combining the
golden tones of Tatian, with the re
dundant coloring of Rubens aud tho
charm of Hans Makart or Cabanal. He
was called color mad by his fellow artists.
Roger Halo was a short and stout
man, with flowing beard, nose turning
up at the tip, and a pair of hazel eyes,
seeing everything their owner wished to
discern, and further khaded by a felt
hat, which hud lost all shapu in hard
usage, now serving as a pillow and
again protecting tho owner's head from
sun and rain. He took his chances as
they came, and life was as glorious to him
as to Ernest Renan. Hence the charm
of the fciren Prthecops, a study of light,
warmth, a gocldesm bathed in a luminous
atmosphere, with shadow of ilex, palm,
and orange groves cast athwart her dra
periei. and the peaks of Vesuvius and
Monte St. Angelo in the background.
Tho vision intoxicated him as he passed
by the ancient Via Latina through the
Campagna Felice, and thenco onward to
Naples. Ho pressed forward eagerly to
the goal. Modern competition did not
dismay, but oh I he must learn if ancient
art had traced on marble and fresco of
temple and bath the image he sought.
He gained the museum, oblivious to out
ward event, going and coming in the
cool halls, enriched withPompeiian urn,
candelabra, bronze, the light gleaming
on crystal and gem, Roman empresses
gazing clown cynically on Ereid and
Venus. The artist found a stick of
chocolate in his pocket, and ate it while
studying the figures of a sarcophagus.
Ho would have worked on had the cus
todians dropped about him, for the
town was already plague strick
en. Artists have wrought thus
in siege and famine. Naples, spent with
fierce summer heat, stung by sudden
storms, charged with hail, enervated by
tropical showers arousing sickly emana
tions from the soul, must keep the festa
of the Ricdcgrotta, with jingle of tam
bazza, snapping of castagnettes, and the
partaking of red peppers, fried in oil,
macaroni, rizza, salad and fruit. How
to live without the red tomato sauce?
How to banish the fig.ripening in luscious
abundance for the good of man, nourish
ment of tho Roman athlete? The city,
pouting at municipal authority, had
stretched forth her hand and plucked
the fruit. When Roger Hale gained the
town and hastened to the museum, a cry
had arisen in tho crowded streets, where
the idler paused, staggered, fell, while
his comrades fled.
Roger Hale emerged on thoroughfares
rapidly thinning of frequenters, and
closing shops, lie had come hither to
seek a siren, basking on golden sands,
and found the charnel house. The doom
of fear was written on all faces. Death
met him on every side, wrapped in scanty
rags in the hovel and scaling the palace
aliko. Old age shriveled before it; the
warm current of the youth was stilled.
Tho population surged, like a restless
tide, dazed, frantic, or fleeing before the
thunderbolt falling in their midst, as
the citizens of Pompeii once fled from
the lava torrent. After revelry came re
pentance. Roger Hale decided to return to Rome
by the next trair.. Ho went out into the
streets. A procession hemmed him
against a wall; girls, old men, children
swept past with a startled rush of feet
and rags. A boy fell forward on his
knees, the old water vender at the cor
ner threw up her arms, as if stricken
by an invisible missile. Beyond a crowd of
gamblers fell into an ecstacy because the
lucky numbers had turned up for
Naples in the lottery. A band of
youths begged alms of the artist, who
waved them off and returned to his
hotel. How wretched and somber was
the scene. Rain fell heavily, and the
wind, cold as November, agitated the
sea, hurling back noxious vapors at the
town. Neapolitan malice circumvented
Roger Hale. The boys prepared the
crowd for him.
"Seel Tho foreigner comes this way.
He is tho wizard, the poisoner, who
brought the pest to Naples. lie scnt
ters "a powder from his pocket on tho
air, in the salt, on our food. He helps
the accursed doctors with his spells."
The idle listened, the turbulent
paused and scowled. As the artist
passed the altar improvised before a
long-concealed 6trike at San Gennaro,
and tho door of the adjacent pork
butcher, the latter sprang out and seized
him by the collar.
"I will teach you, wretch, to tamper
with my wares so that nobody will buy
them' shiuted the butcher. The artist
believed his hour had come, and the in
furiated man was about to kill him for
some imaginary wrong. To expostulate
would be to "add fuel to tho flames.
Moro than once a complete limpness of
demeanor had saved him from serious
disaster. Suddenly tho butcher snatched
up the sausage cake on the b:nch, brushed
by the stranger's sleeve, thrust the deli
cacy into his hand, and hissed: "Eat it
or I will strangle you!"
"Willingly," said Roger Hale. "Your
sausage is excellent." The butcher
growled ; tho crowd watched to seo the
foreigner drop dead ; a girl laughed; an
old woman croaked, "He can eat it, but
another would die."
The mirth changed to groans and cries.
A chorus of female voices expressed a
desire to have the skin of Roger Hale.
Two guirds attempted to force their way
to his rescue. The artist flung the sau
sage into tho butcher's face, and with an
agile bound cleared the space behind
tho altar, gained the corner and vaulted
into f carriage. He was saved. The
occupan'.s of tbo vehiclo made way for
him, too much astonished for words.
"Lord! That butcher nearly did for
me."
"You speak English!" demanded the
new-comer. "Have you met Roger
Hale at Naples?"
Rapid explanation ensued. John Leg
gat has just arrived. The artist learned
of his brother's death with contrition.
He confessed that he did not always read
his sister's letters quite through and sel
dom responded. The two men actually
forgot their surroundings for the
moment.
Tho king, accompanied by his brother,
was approaching the royal palace, the
carriage breasting a human wave of
clamorous subjects as fur as eye could
reach. Years before, the soldier Victor
Emanuel, in his shooting-coat, from San
Rossore had undertaken the sains heroic
pilgrimage.
lioer Hale doffed his hat.
"That's the real article, you know,"
quoth the artist; "I don't care much
about kings, but when I must a man
braver than I am I take off my hat to
him."
In the railway carriage, Roger Hale
said musingly:
' "The pictnre must be Parthenope
desolate, a Niobe weeping for her slain
children, a Sibyl outiiving the griefs of a
stricken world. In the background
Cassamicciola topples to ruin in the
shadow of Epomeo, while at Parthon
ope's feet lies a dead child, crowned
with flowers, the summer of 1884."
In the month of October Katy White
glanced up through her falling tears to
behold John Leggat standing in the
doorway. He had his arm linked
through that of a short man, as if fear
ing to lose him.
"My darling Katy," exclaimed John,
triumphantly, "let mo introduce you to
Mr. Roger Hale." Chiengo Inter-Ocean.
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
"Lenses of rock crystal taken from the
ruins of Nineveh," said a member at the
meeting of the microscopists in Cleve
land the other day, "suggests that mi
croscopes may have been used in those
days." No one knows, indeed, who did
invent the magnifying glass.
As tissue exhaustion resulting from
toil, privation or anxiety promotes the
development of cancer, an English med
ical authority thinks the marked increase
in the death-rato from that disease dur
ing the last century may be readily ex
plained by a glance at the history of our
laborious age.
The bridge to bo constructed over the
Hawkesbury river, New South Wales,
will be a remarkable work. This double
track railway bridge will bo 3,000 feet
long, and the piers, according to the
plans, will require to be sunk about 170
feet in all below tide. The estimated
cost is not less than $2,000,000.
In a report of experiments to the Glas
gow Philosophical society it appears that
a live rabbit survived an hour's exposure
to a temperature of 100 degrees below
zero. It was not frozen, its body heat
being reduced only to forty-three de
grees. Live frogs becamo solid in half
an hour at thirty degrees below zero, and
in two instances recovered.
Some silicious pebbles which are quite
numerous in tho quarternary gravels of
the Loing valley, France, have been de
scribed by Meunier. These stones
about an inch and a half in diameter
arc remarkable for being hollow, and en
closing liquid water, together frequently
with a loose, stony nucleus. Mcunies
suinoses that the water must have pene
trarod tho pebbles through their pores,
for not a sign of a crack can bo seen
even by tho aid of a strong glass.
The production of slag wool and the
industrial applications of the articlo ap
pear to be largely on tho increase. Ry
the action of strong jets of steam the
slag is transformed into a fibrous, whit
ish silicate cotton, which, being miner
al, is incombustible, like asbestos; it is
advantageously and extensively used in
England in the construction ot new
houses with Mansard roofs, the space
between the interior lath or paneling
and the exterior covering ot zins, slato
or tin, being filled with this slag wool,
the etlect being to protect from the
rigor of frost in winter and from intense
heat in summer. It is also said to pro
vent freezing and bursting of taps,
spouts and watar pipes if these are cov
ered by the wool in winter.
A new sugar is now obtained from the
seeds of the Laurus persea, a tree grow
ing in the tropics. This sugar has on
previous occasions been noticed by chem
ists, but was supposed by them to be
manuitc. It is extracted by boiling al
cohol, from which it crystallizes on cool
ing. Its point of fusion is 184.5 to 184
degrees, while that of manuiteis twenty
degrees lower: it is very soluble in hot,
less so in cold water, and even in concen
trated solution it has no action in the
polarimeter; on adding borax, however,
to a four per cent, solution, it gives a
rotation to the right of 0.55 degrees. It
does not reduce copper solutions, and
is not fermentable. Boiling nitric acid
converts it into oxalic acid, without the
production of mucic acid. There are
also sonio other chemical characteristics
peculiar to this new sugar.
Decline or Tkugsrigm.
The natives of India are clearly pro
gressing, and the knowledgo of science
s taking the place of brute force. For
ysoy years the authorities have been en
gaged iu stamping out Thuggism, and
although there can be littb doubt that
the terrible sect slid ply their vocation
when an oppunitunity offers, the power
of the organization has long been broken.
It is not, however, altogether defunct,
and it seems that the remnants of the
band have called in science to their aid.
A short time since a zemindar of tho
Patiala state, coming to Lahore in the
train, made tho acquaintance of two
travelers, who ingratiated themselves in
his favor, and all thrco put up in the
sultan's scria at Lahore, aud prevailed on
the zemindar to accept somo sweetmeats
from them. On the zemindar eating the
sweetmeats he became insensible, and on
recovering consciousness found his
frieuds had gone, taking with them all
his cash from his waist belt. At any
rate, it is satisfactory that tho Thugs
have taken to rendering their victims
temporarily insensible instead of strang
ling them outright. Tho drug used in
the sweetmeats must be one unknown in
the English pharmacopeia, for we are
unaware of any capable of producing in
Btaut and complete insensibility without
apparently bad after effects. The secret,
when discovered, may prove a valuable
one, for it would seem that such sweet
meats as these would prove a pleasant
substitute for chloroform. London
Standard,
At least one ton of gold it butisd in
thi graves cf the dtad every year.
SHOOTING WHITE WIIALES.
A XTOT& AVT EXCITING SPORT I IT
THE QVZ,r OF ST. L&WKE50C.
Coins; Ont on a Schooner and Walt.
Ing-, Itllie In Hand, for a shot at
the IHon.tera,
Every other man about Chaleurs, says
a letter from that place to a New York
paper, is a fisherman, and those who are
not fishermen are in the fish-curing busi
ness, or in 6ome way connected with the
great industry.
The other morning, before New York
ers were awake, I found myself gliding
down the bay toward the Gulf of St.
Lawrence in as trim and neat a fore-and-after
as it was ever my good fortune to
meet. Every thing had been planned
beforehand, and, after a thirty-mile run,
the schooner rounded to oil a rocky
point, and a boat appearing, we took
her, nnd were soon lauded in the cabin
of a famous guide and fisherman of those
parts.
"What time shall we start, Sandy?"
asked my friend.
"In about an hour," replied the fisher
man; "then the tide's in chock."
"I've brought no tackle," I suggested.
"Ye don't want tackle for the white
porpus," said Sandy, with a laugh.
"There's tho tackle for them," he con
tinued, taking up an old-fashioned rifle
and blowing down the barrol.
By the time a broiled sea trout dinner
had been disposed of the tide was full,
and, following the fisherman, we went
down to the little cove before his house,
where a heavy boat was jerking at its
moorings, as if anxious to be off. Tho
old man had given each of us a rifle.
"They aiu't pretty guns, that's a
fact," said Sandy, as he trimmed aft
the sail and tho boat bore away, "but
they're shooters, tmd don't you forget
it."
"There you go," whispered the old
man, as a strong, loud puff came over
the water, and a faint cloud of spray
drifted from the crest of a wave.
"Steady 1" and the old man let the sheet
run and seized his rifle. The next mo
ment a round blue-white hide popped up
just oil the beam. There was a crash
as if a cannon had exploded, and the
huge form of a beluga rose bodily four
feet at least in the air, and fell back with
a souuding crash.
"I winged him!" shouted the old man.
The animal was whirling about in an
erratic manner, beating the water with
terrific blows with its powerful tail.
"Look out for him! "He's comin'!"
And with a blind rush the round, bullet
head struck the boat a sounding blow
that lifted her prow above water.
"Gimme the sheet "shouted the fisher
man, who was pushing on the oar that
answered for a rudder. The passenger
got the rope, and amid the spray from
the dying whale the boat shot out of
danger, aud the old man rose and sent
another bullet into the white target.
"They're hard to kill if you don't fetch
'em first shot," he said. "Now you pull
up and I'll give him the lance."
The whale was still making the water
foam when tho prow of tho boat ran
alongside. A quick blow tho water was
discolored by tho blood of the beauti
ful creature. A few more blows, and it
was dead. A barrel was lashed to it
and the boat fell away for another.
"There's your chance," said the fisher
man, as a puff came a hundred yards
away. "Yes, that's too far, but you
can tell now just where he'll come up a
second time. Pint your rifle over there,"
continued the fisherman, pointing to a
spot 200 feet in advance of the place
where the animal had appeared. The
sportsman followed instructions, and a
moment later, almost in front of the
rifle, rose the white head. I tired, and
by ono of those remarkable chances that
come sometimes to green hands the bul
let struck the white whale in the heart.
A single leap into the air aud it was
dead. Tho old porpoise shooter dropped
the oar and insisted on shaking hands.
"Wall, you've been at this business be
fore. There aiu't no use a dunyin' of it;
you never could have hit that critter ef
you hadn't." So greatness is thrust
upon some people, aud as I did not shoot
again I came away with a proud record
as an old beluga shooter.
Tho others took two more whales be
fore tho day ended, and for off-hand
shooting it must be said that the exhibi
tion was a fiuo one. It was interesting
to noto how accurately the fisherman
gauged the power of the animal to re
maiu under water. He hit it every time,
aud his own statement that he rarely
missed couid well be taken. The whales
were finally taken back in tow and
hauled upon the nearest beach.
The white whale, better known as the
beluira, is very common in tho gidf of
St. Lawrence und several hundred miles
up tho river. The adults are about fif
teen feet long, of a pearly blue-white
color, tho your.g being spotted or mar
bled. The beluga is quite valuable in
trudc, tho oil being adapted to certain
kinds of machinery, and the skin is mado
into a curious kind of velvet leather.
Tho meat is eaten by some, aud it issuid
that a company is forming to export it
as bce,f, and iu reality, there is no reason
why it should not be doue. The beluga
is a milk giving animal, and the meat is
good and nutritious, and uot at all fishy.
Embarrassing Generosity.
A thing that surprises you greatly in
Mexico is that nearly every man you
meet makes you a present of u residence.
He grasps your hand with ardent cor
diality when he leaves you, and says:
"My house is yours; it stands Numero
tres Calle," aud so on, "and is at your
service." The noxt man tells you that
your house is at such and such u num
ber, and he shall bo angry if you do
not occupy it. As neither of them has
enjoyed the honor of your acquaintance
for more than live midutes, and both are
only casually introduced, this cxceaslvs
generosity is quits embarrassing,
THE TIDE.
The west wind clears the morning,
The sea shines silvery gray;
The night was long, but fresh and strong,
Awakes the breezy day;
Like smoke that flies across the lift,
The clouds are faint and thin ;
And near and far along the bar
The tide romes creeping in.
The dreams of midnight showed me
A life of loneliness,
A stony shore that knew no more
The bright wave's soft caress;
The morning broke, the vision tied,
With dawn new hopes begin;
T1-" light is sweet and at my foet
'ihe tide comes rolling in..
Over the bare, black boulders.
The ocean sweeps and swells;
Oh, waters wido, ye come to hido ,
Dull stones and empty shells!
I hear the floods lift up their voice
With loud, triumphant din;
Bad dreams depart rest, doubting heart,
The tide conies foaming in.
Sarah Doudncy, in Oood Words.
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
A stiver in the bush is worth two io
the hand.
One who takes lots of interest in hit
business the pawnbroker.
The watermelon is admitted without
question into our best families, although
it is always very seedy. Philadelphic
Call.
The militia of the different States,
while they may be good soldiers, art
generally down as N. G. Texas Sift
ing. 1
"WTho don't you turn over a new leaf?''
"I will, pa, in the spring. Can't do it
this time of year, you know." Bostor.
Budget.
There was nothing the matter with
B.'s feet till ho was kicked out of a club,
and then ho was club-footed. Merchant
Traveler. What this country needs most is I
practical scientist who can invent an at
tachable steering apparitus for cyclones.
Benton Boit.
Some one says "guns are 'only human
after all. They will kick when the load
becomes too heavy." They also often go
off half-cocked. Graphic.
If the gods ever interpose in behalf ol
suffering humanity, it seems a litllo re
markable that a baldhcaded man should
be overlooked in fly time.
Ho saw her once, and Cupid's shaft
Straight to his heart found passage;
But, ah! what pain was his when she
At breakfast ordered "sausage."
Boston Gazelle.
"Your father is entirely bald, isn't
ho?" said a man to a son of a million
aire. "Yes," replied tho youth sadly:.
"I'm the only heir he has left." Oswego
Gazette.
To clean teeth use a mixture of emery
and sweet oil. Follow it with plenty ol
kerosene. P. S. Wre mean the teeth oi
circular saws, of course; make no mis
take. Chicago Sun.
It is fun to stand on a street corner a
Gno afternoon and watch the men all
rushir.g around trying to make money,
and the women floating around trying tc
spend it. Sun Francisco Herald.
Professor, looking at his watch "Ai
we have a few more minutes, I shall be
glad to answer any question that any one
may wish to ask." Student Whal
time is it, pleaso?" Boston Journal.
THE SECRET OF SUCCESS:
Now comes the toothsome oyster stew
To cheer the youth and maid,
And, bettor, there is coming, too,
A boom to trade.
Then he who'd rake the shekels in
When trade begins to rise.
When soon it will, must now begin
To advertise.
, Boston Courier.
"A man went into the country last
Sunday for a walk. He carried his over
coat on his arm, but finding it burden
some, hung it on a fenco. Taking a
card from his pocket ho wroto: 'Do not
touch this coat: infected with smallpox.'
Ho came back two hours later and found
Ihe card, upon w hich was written, under
neath the warning: 'Thanks for the coat:
I've had the smallpox.' " Net haver,
Palladium.
TDK Ql'EEHEST THIXO.
"How queer it said Jim to Jack,
"That it should U man's wont
To think things said behind his buck
Are meant as an affront 1"
Jack's answer was quick, sharp and blunt;
"It's inorestraiiye," he replied,
"That men should take as an all'ront
What's said as an asido. "
"Yet you'll concede," said Jim, at once,
"Much stranger it apiiears,
That one should ever gut affronts
From debtors iu arreai-s."
"You're right; but, after all, I don't
Think that's so quuer," suid Jack,
"As this that ever an all runt
hhould take a man aback!"
.SomervVU Journa'.
How Decs Predict the Weather.
Hcrr Emmerig, of Lauingcn, writes in
Hie A'utur on German bees as storm
warners. From numerous observations,
the writer advances tentatively the
theory that, on. tho approach of thunder
storms, bees, otherwise gentle and harm
less, become excited aud exceedingly ir
ritable, and will at once attack any one,
even their usual uttcuduut, approaching
their hives. A succession of instances
are given in which tho barometer and
hygrometer foretold a storm, the bees
remaining quiet, und no storm occurred;
or the instruments gave uo intimation of
a storm, but the bees for hours before
were lnitable, and the storm came. He
concludes, therefore, that the conduct
of bees is a trustworthy indication
whether a storm is impeudiug over a cor
tuiu district or not, and that, whatever
the appearances, if bee aru sti I, ou
nredsTllit a, storm.