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VOL. XIX. NO. 2.
TIONESTA. PA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 5.
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M I I
In some tactions of Dakota, where fuel
is expensive, farmers will this year
grow an ncro or two of flax for fuel. It
is claimed Hint a ton of flax straw is
worth more for fuel than a ton of soft
coal.
A feature in a New York physician's
house, described in the American Arclii
tert, is a small hospital on tho roof, car
rying out a hobby of the doctor's for
quarantining any member of his own
family stricken with any infectious dis
ease.
It occurred to a man on Capitol Hill,
Washington, thnt it would bo a good
idea to mix the soil of all the States and
territories in tho Capitol pnrk. Accord
ingly he wrote to postmasters and others,
from Maine I io Arizona, and received
from each a pnekago of earth, until his
collection was completed. On Wash
ington's birthdny he mixed up tho earth
and dumped it in a corncn
It is reported that tho czar intends, in
1887, to assume a title equivalent to that
of emperor over tho whole of Central
Asia. It is said that his imperial majes
ty will m ike a state entry into Summer
cand, and there formally assume the sov
ereignty over Central Asia in the pres
ence of all tho ameers and khans who
are under the sway of imperial Russia.
This is no new design on tho part of
Russia, for this schemo wa's for a long
time under consideration by the late
Alexander II., and has only come to
light nnv through tho indiscretion of a
high official.
Two paragraphs have recently been
going the rounds of the newspapers, the
matter of which is undoubtedly erroneous.
One says that a Connecticut man con
sumeJtwo tons of chewing tobacco a
year. If that is true, he uses every day
ubout eighty-seven papers of tobacco of
the ordinary size. Tho other paragraph
declares that two women in Paris had a
dispute as to which could talk the faster,
and that one of them on trial distinctly
pronounced 290,311 words in three hours.
If that is truo she uttered 1,645 words a
minute, and twenty-seven words every
second, which is commended for trial to
any one who thinks it can be done.
It is estimated by insurance companies
that in the United States last year dwell
ing houses were burned at the rate of
one every hour, with an average loss of
$1,390. Barns and stables, fifty pet
week. Country stores, three per day,
with a loss of $110,000 per week. Ten
hotels burn weekly, with a loss per yeai
of $4,000,000. Every other day a lum
ber yard goes up in smoke, each repre
senting $20,000. Forty-four cotton fac
tories, tho loss in each case being $28,000 ;
foity-thrco woolen mills at $25,000 each,
and forty-two chemical works at $27,
000 each, were destroyed by fire last year.
Fcrty-two boot and shoe factories were
consumed, the loss being $17,000 each.
Theatres were lapped up by the flames at
tho rate of five per mouth, average loss
$19,000. Only about half as many court
houses were destroyed, the cost of each
being about $20,000.
On the Rio Grande frontier it is an
open secret that wholesale smuggling to
Mexico takes place almost daily. Tho
laws of Mexico exact such enormous
duties upon every conceivable article of
necessity that paying such duties is often
equivalent to buying the merchandise a
second time. The number of papers ncc
cstary to make out an invoice to pro
tect the shipment during its frequent in
spections along the route and to pass
Stato lines, which requires a world of
stationery, makes it necessary for the
shipper to be as expert as
a Philadelphia lawyer to keep
track of the red tape. This partially
accounts for the prevalence of smuggling.'
There are many countries where an ordi
nary man is unable to attend to his own
business of passing goo.ls through a cus
tom house, but Mexico is pre-eminently
one of them, for if a man untutored in
the tecnicalities of Mexican tariff law at
tempts to enter goods he finds himself in
hot water at once. Fiues of
considerable magnitude are imposed,
unlooked-for delays and annoy
ances are constantly happening.
Lately the government officials of Mexico
have commenced to punish contraband
ists severely, and every one caught is
severely dealt with to the full extent of
rigid law. This has never been done
heretofore. Jones, a Mormon, who lives
on the Corralitos property, 120 miles
southwest of El Paso, was sent out to get
supplies anil was caught with contra
band goods by thq Mexican guards, and
has been sentcuced to juil for six months,
Marcos y Fuentos, a Mexican of the
froutier town of Ascensio, is in jail now
for six months for the same offense.
OUT TO THE SKA.
"Out to the sea! Out to the seat"
Sing the waters of inland rivers;
From source to mouth
In the aunny south
The liquid stream song quivers.
"Down through the blue! Down through tho
blue!"
Sings the moonlight's ail very heen;
"Thy breast must bear
' No greater care
Than purest light e'er seen."
"Sisters are we! Sisters are we!"
In a harmony sing the twain.
t "Toward ocean we float
Nor sail nor boat
To guide us toward the main."
"Careless are we! Careless are wel
Of shores we pass in flowing.
We bid tliem smile
As we pass the while,
But cannot s'ny our going.
"Oceans are vast! Oceans are vast,
And tho currents playing among them
Forbid us to stay,
But call us away;
Think of our songs we have sung them."
Lessons are learned ! Lessons are learned!
From the water and moonlight flowing
Out to the sea
In such harmony
Like sisters in their going.
Courier-Journal.
BALKED.
"AVon't you come down, Olive?"
Rose Anncsley paused, with her hand
on her sister's chair; but Olive only
laughed merrily, and shook her head.
''What!" she replied, "when this is
Mr. St. Cloud's first visit, and you two
have not seen each other since you parted
at Mount Desert? No, Rosio dear, noth
ing would induce me to spoil the meet
ing." "But you wouldn't spoil it," persisted
Rose, in her quiet, straightforward way.
"He understands all about you, Olive.
He knows that we two have only each
other in the world, and that you have
always been more like a mother than a
sister to mo. Ho wants to meet you
ever so much. You needn't laugh and
shake your head. He does, indeed!
Dear Olive ".she whispered, affectionate
ly, laying her check against her sister's,
"don't think that my happiness can ever
make mo forget you, or love you one bit
the less."
Olive did not answer, only stroked the
sunny little head that nestled so close to
her own.
She was a quiet, reticent girl in fact,
society considered this elder Miss Annes
ley, with her keen, gray eyes and sarcas
tic manners, "rather an eccentric young
woman."
But then, society felt a little vexed
that Olive Annesley was so utterly indif
ferent to its claims. r
The two sisters had been orphans for
several years, Mrs. Aunesley having died
when Rose was quite a child, her hus
band a year or two after.
Those who knew Olive best, knew that
the softest spot in her heart was for the
pretty, golden-haired child who had been
left so entirely to her charge.
She had tried to rouse herself, of late, to
go rather more into company, to enter
tain more extensively, for Rose's sake.
But during the previous summer Rose
had gone wit ha party of friends to Mount
Desert, and the result had been this en
gagement to handsome Bertie St. Cloud.
Olive had never met the young man.
He was one of the employes in a large
banking-house, and had been sent abroad
on some business matters, shortly after his
engagement to Rose.
He had just returned, and his first visit
was, of course, to the large Western city
which formed the home of his fair fian
cee. Rose had pleaded in vain that Olive
would go down and join her in this wel
come to her lover.
"I am not well, to-night," she said, as
a ring at the door announced his arrival.
"I shall see him to-morrow and do my
best to cut you out. Perhaps I shall
succeed. Who knows?" she added, with
a smile, as Rose, looking like a veritable
fairy, in her s.ift, blue cashmere and
creamy laces, flitted joyously from the
room.
But as tho door closed behind her,
Olive's face clringcd. She arose wearily,
and crossing tho room, paused in front of
the mantle, where stood a large and
handsomely-mounted photograph.
The face which smiled back at her,
with its soft brown eyes, delicate fea
tures, and dark moustache, was one
which few women would have had power
to resist.
"Why is it," she said, impatiently,
"that I feel such an inward distrust of
that man? His face is simply perfect
too perfect to be true yet it must be my
own jealous fears for Rose which mako
me so unreasonable. He is probably no
worse than others of his class. Oh, if I
could only read him aright could only
find out what manner of man he is!"
Meanwhile, the lovers below, free from
all apprehensions of tiie future, were
tasting the full bliss of reunion after
long separation.
Tho hours flew quickly by, and when
St. Cloud returned to his hotel he was
surprised to find it so late.
One of the waiters met him in the cor
ridor. "A gentleman lias been asking for you,
sir," he raid, "and I showed him to your
room. He has been there some time."
St. Cloud hastened up stairs, and on
opening th door, descried, to his great
pleasure, an old friend, whom ho had
not seen for some time,
"You here, Max!" he exclaimed,
shaking him heartily by the hand. "My
diio. fi-llnw 1 rltiri. (liil VAll rlrr.n frnm ut
' this unseasonable hour?"
Max nart smiled pleasantly. He was
a large, fine-looking man, with a rather
bronzed complexion, and frank, kindly
eyes.
"I am stopping here on business for
our law firm," he explained. "They
were at one time located here, and still
have a good deal of business in the city.
I saw your name on the hotel register,
and concluded to hunt you up. but have
been waiting so long my patience was
nearly exhausted. What keeps you out
so late?"
St. Cloud smiled complacently. He
had always liked Max Hart well enough,
though he considered the young lawyer
in B'imc respects nn "odd fellow." To
night, however, St. Cloud felt particu
larly good-humored, and therefore con
versationally inclined.
"Well, to tell the truth, I'm engaged,"
he explained. "It's getting timo for me
to settle down, and I couldn't do so
under more favorablo circumstances.
Rose Anncsley is tho dearest little girl
in the world, and owns quite a hand
some property beside."
"Do you mean the older or younger
Miss Annesley?" queried Max, rather
drily.
And St. Cloud rejoined, in surprise:
"I alludo to tho younger. Are they
not both the daughters of the late John
Annesley?"
"They are," replied his friend. "But
Mr. Annesley was twice married, and
his elder daughter inherits her fortune
from her mothor's familyi Mr. Annes
ley himself lived up to his entire income,
and his younger daughter inherited
nothing. She is, and always has been, en
tirely dependent on her sister, though I
doubt if she has ever felt this dependence,
as Miss Anncsley shares every comfort
and luxury with her. I know whereof I
spenk," he added, with a sidelong look
at St. Cloud's crestfallen countenance;
"for our senior partner is Miss Olive An
ncsley's guardian, and transacts all her
business affairs."
"The deuce!" muttered St. Cloud,
under his breath; "here's a nice piece of
work. I thought Rose owned fully as
much as her sister. I'm not able to
marry a girl without money I really am
not. If I could only put up a few thou
sand dollars, I could command a junior
partnership in our house."
He cheeked himself; he had spoken
more freely than he intended.
"How about this Miss Olive Annes
ley?" he asked, with a forced smile.
"Anything of an old maid? Likely to
die soon, and leave her property to Rose,
ch?"
"I should say not," answered Max,'
composedly, "I have only seen Miss An
nesley at a distance, but I should judge
her to be a line looking woman of about
twenty-seven or eight."
"Quite young enough to marry," mur
mured St. Cloud, gloomily.
Then rousing himself, with an effort,
he changed the subject.
But when he called on the Annesleys
the next morning, he invited Max most
cordially to accompany him, adding,
jocularly:
"You can take a chance at the heiress,
old fellow; but mind, if you win her, I
shall call for a division of the spoils."
And Max whs not loth to accept the in
vitation. He felt some curiosity to see
St. Cloud's sweetheart, and remembering
their conversation of the night before,
some pity for her also.
"He cannot love her as she ought to be
loved !" was his mental comment a con
viction which strengthened after his
meeting with Rose.
She greeted him so cordially as "Ber
tie's friend" that when he looked into her
innocent eyes, he felt something like a
pang of self-reproach.
He was presented to Olive at the same
time, but she seated herself near St.
Cloud, and seemed really determined to
cultivate her future brother-in-law.
St. Cloud responded warmly to her
efforts, and a war of wits ensued between
them, in which, man of the world as he
was, ho could not but feel, at times, a
little puzzled by Olive Aunesley.
The arts and flatteries which he had
practiced so successfully on other girls
seemed to fall harmlessly ou Olive's
armor.
In tho days that followed he found
himself devoting much more time to this
pale, gray-eyed girl than to his own
pretty Rose.
Ho said to himself that she was the
moneyed member of the family, and that
it would certainly bo to his interest to
gain some influence over her.
At first he really had no other object.
He saw that Olive was peculiar that she
differed from tha ordinary society girls
whom he know so well, and he took
pains to become acquainted with her pet
theories, her favorite authors every
thing calculated to interest her.
They had frequent discussions, in
which St. Cloud would, at first, oppose
her ideas, and then, with subtle tact,
seem to defer to them.
Rose was. necessarily, thrown a great
deal into Max Hart's society, but she
showed no sense of neglect, and only re
joiced that Bertie and her quiet sister
should have taken such a fancy to each
other.
Max Hart alone divined in it all a deep
er meaning than appeared on the surface.
Ho saw that Olive was beginning to look
for St. Cloud's coming as eagerly as Rose,
that her color deepened whenever he up
proached, and that she showed at times
an agitation strangely at variance with
her usual calm demeanor.
He was filled with righteous indigna
tion. It was bad enough that a girl like
Rose should be willing to throw herself
away on a selfish scamp like St. Cloud,
but that she should bo deceived, be
trayed, and, above all, by her own sister,
was too much. He lost all self-control
whenever he thought of it.
Fortunately for his patience, the busi
ness which detained him was now con
cluded, and he found himself free to return.
But the evening before : bis departrtrej
he overheard some words which seemed
to him proof positive ofwhat he feared.'
Rose had stepped into the conservatory
to gather for him some of . henfavorite
flowers as a parting gift; and Max stood
alone at a large bay-window which over
looked the balcony. - St. Cloud and
Olive, who had been promenading the
balcony, apparently in deep conversation,
paused near the window, which was
partially open. "
"I have much, very much, to tell you,
Olive," he heard St. Cloud say, eagerly,
"but I dare not. Never was a man placed
in a more unfortunate position than my
self." "Why should you fear to speak?" asked
Olive, in a slightly agitated tone, "if
what you wish to say bo indeed from
your heart?"
"Can you doubt it?" was the reply, ac
companied by a glance which made Max
thrill with anger.
But at that moment Rose's cheerful
tones were heard, exclaiming:
"Oh, Mr. Hart, I cannot find a single
Marechal Nicl in bloom 1 I am so sorry 1
With one of those buds, your bouquet
would be perfect."
She stooped as she spoke to pin it on
his coat, and Max glancing down at the
little, white hand which held the flow
ers, thought, bitterly:
"Poor child 1 Betrayed by bothlovei
and sister, what an awakening lies
before her 1"
That awakening came sooner than he
dreamed, for the next afternoon, as Rose
reclined, half asleep, on a sofa in the li
brary, she heard St. Clond ring at the
door.
Before she could rouse herself sufficiently
to speak, his voice was audible in the
adjoining parlor, asking eagerly:
"You here, Olive, and alone? Where
is Rose!"
"I left her asleep," was Olive's answer.
And St. Cloud, understanding her to
mean in her own apartments, said hur
riedly: ' 'Do not rouse her. It is so seldom that I
see you alone, and and lately I think
you have avoided me, Olive."
There was no answer, and he contin
ued: "I cannot blame you; I know how
true and noble you are, and I will not
even speak of what I have suffered. But
I place my whole fate in your hands.
Decide for me. Say but the word, and
I will marry Rose."
Olive's head dropped, her breath came
quicker, as she murmured:
"No!"
A gleam of triumph shot from St.
Cloud's eye. He drew near Olive, and
bent over her until his cheek almost
touched her own.
".My darling," he whispered, "you do
not know what a struggle I have under
gone. But Rose is generous. I will tell
her all, and at some future day, when she
is happy again, you will let me claim you
is it not so? For you do forgive me;
you do love me a little. I am sure of
it."
He laid his hand tenderly on her own,
but at that touch, Olive started abruptly
to her feet and turned her gray eyes, blaz
ing like stars, full upon the astonished
St. Cloud. ,
"Love you!" she said. "Yes, as you
have loved her my poor, trusting little
Rose! Forgive you? Yes, when she
forgets you not before I Go, Bertie St.
Cloud, and seek some other dupe! I have
outwitted you at your own game !"
St. Cloud waited for no second bid
ding. He had been snared in the toils he
himself had laid, and silently raging at
his own failure, ho quitted the house for
ever. Olive turned at once to seek her sister.
She found her still crouching on the sofa,
from which she had half-arisen, her face
pale as ashes, her whole frame trembling
like a leaf.
"Olive, Olive," she cried piteously, "I
have heard all !"
And Olive, with the muttered com
ment, "Thank heaven !" knelt beside her,
and drawing the poor little head down
upon her shoulder, soothed her with the
tenderest caresses. From that time St.
Cloud's name was never mentioned be
tween them.
But the rumor of the broken engage
ment must, in some way, have reached
Max Hart, for it was not long ere he
made it convenient to see the two sisters
again. He asked no question; he sought
no confidence; but his silent and respecti
ful sympathy touched them as no words
could have done.
In time he gained the place he coveted
that of a friend valued above all others
by them both. But it was long ere he
ventured to speak of love to Rose, and
when he did, the color rushed painfully
to her cheek.
"Do you know the story of my past?"
she said, bravely.
And he replied :
"Aye, and love you but the more!
You are still my rose my queen of flow
ers!" "A poor, withered, faded rose!" she
answered, smiling through her tears.
"But the one rose in the world for me!"
he saiii.
And then she placed both hands in his
to have and to hold. Katlieriae llijde.
Horse Prayer Cure.
The priests of Naples celebrate a yearly
festival for the sake of prayer-curing vic
ious horses. One by one the brutes ure
annointed and blessed, and their masters
buy holy biscuits, which they string to
gether and hang around the horses in tho
form of a necklace. At the conclusion
of the solemnity howitzers are blazed
off, and the priest collects his fees with
the aid of a peremptory bailiff. The be
lief in the efficacy of the farce is not
more astonishing than the "King's Evil"
suer-tition of mcdheval England, where
hosts of scrofula patient went hundreds
of miles afoot to have their sores touched
by the hand of the king. CinciMiati
Enquirer.
SELECT SIFTINGS.
A. chemist has discovered an extract
from coal tar 230 times sweeter than
sugar.
The only Presidents who were never in
Congress are Washington, Taylor, Grant,
Arthur and Cleveland.
It was once a popular opinion tha
denth is delayed until the ebb of the tide.
Hence in cases of sickness many pretended
that they could foretell the hour of the
soul's departure.
Tho word grenade means pomegranate,
and is so called from its resemblance in
shape to that fruit. In military circles
a grenade is an iron bar filled with
powder, which causes great injury whgn
it bursts.
Tho curious and remarkablo discovery
is reported that a South American shrub,
called "aliza," exudes a juice which acts
so powerful in stopping flows of blood
that when a knife is smeared with it and
used for surgical operations, tho largest
vessels may be severed without any hem
orrhage. Forks were used by tho ancients for
tho same purpose as they now are. A
two-pronged silver fork has been found
in a ruin on the Via Appia at Rome, and
one of five prongs, one of which is broken
off, resembling our silver forks,,has been
found in a tomb at Pa?stun, and is now
preserved in the museum at Naples.
A popular term formerly in use for the
nails on the ten fingers was the ten "com
mandments," which, says Nares, doubt
less led to tho swearing by them, as by
the real commandments. In the same
way tho fingers were also called the ten
bones, and it was a common thing to ue
the exclamation, "By these ten bones!"
Probably the first American establish
ment ftr tho exclusive manufacture of
edged tools was founded by Mr. Samuel
Collins, at Collinsville, Conn., which is
now one of the largest establishments of
the kind in the world. It was begun
about 1820, when the product of a day's
labor was the forging and tempering of
eight broadaxes.
The minute hand of the clock on West
minster abbey is sixteen feet long, and
the hour hand nine feet. They weigh
about a hundred pounds each, and are
I kept in motion by weights proportionally
ponderous, tho hands nnd appendages,
in all, weighing about one a half tons.
In a recent snow storm in London this
clock was stopped, the hands being im
peded by tho snow.
In Lisbon nble-bodied beggors increase
their claims to public charity by turning
their throats in prodigious goitres.
Special experts teach the art of develop
ing these excrescences, and the proprietor
of a thirty-pound neck-pouch feeh as
proud as the owner of a prize pig. There
are dealers in deformed babies that can
be borrowed at so much a night, with or
without the privilege of stimulating their
howls by additional artifice).
WISE WORDS.
A good name, like good will, is got by
many actions and lost by one.
Palo death beats with impartial foot at
the hovels of the poor and turrents of
kings.
Nature is frank and will allow no man
to abuse himself without giving him a
hint of it.
Remember this: However small
you consider your possessions there is
6ome one who envies you them.
There is no luck, but thoro is such a
thing as hard work nnd knowing how to
make it answer for what others call
"luck."
Real difference of opinion, honestly ex
pressed whenever the subject is serious
enough to demand it, always deserves
respectful attention and consideration.
No matter how low down man may
get there is not more than one in every
100 of them but wjll prove true to a
small trust if his prido be. strengthened
by your seeming faith in him.
Much of the world is prejudiced
against facts, because facts stick to the
text and don't go out of the way to con
coct a palatable medium for the world's
own genteel taste and wise opinions.
One breach of faith will always bo re
membered, no matter how loyal youi
subsequent life may be. Peoplo may
imagine that they trust you, yet all the
time they have an eye to the former
break.
Robinson Crusoe's Island.
The island of Juan Fernandez, upon
which Alexander Selkirk, the prototypeof
Robinson Crusoe, spent his four solitary
years, has never since been inhabited
until twelve years ago, when the present
Governor Rodt settled upon it with a
small colony. Rodt is a Switzer. In
18G0 ho fought for Austria against the
Prussians, and in 1870 for France. A tT
Iho defeat of the French ho emigrated to
Chili and made himsrlf useful to the gov
ernment, ut whose invitation he under
took tho colonization of Robinson Cru
soe's lonely island. Here he has resided
for the last twelve years as governor and
judge. Most of tliesettleinciits over whom
he presides are German and Swiss. Near
ly oil the vegetation of the temperate zone
thrives upon Juan Fernandez.
One for the Muhdi.
Lord Wolseley, in the course of his
recent lecture, told a number of amusing
anecdotes, the best of which was as fol
lows: One of his olticcrs, who happened
to have a gljss eye, was oue day examin
ing a prisoner, a zealous follower of the
Muhdi. "Why do you believe in tho
Mahdif" "I believe in him," replied tho
man, ''because he can work miracles."
The officer immediately took out his glass
eye, tossed it up in the air, caught it and
put it back in its plaee. "D'je think tin
Muhdi could do that" he asked. The
man was appalled, und couldu't ay an
other woid.
WASHED AWAY,
AU unobserved ft started, drop by drop;
The stream grew larger and larger every
day;
And lo! Its flooding waters did not stop
Till it had washed the bridge of lovo
away.
The whole foundation, founded on the rock
Of faith, fell swiftly downward, stone by
stone;
Fell swiftly down beneath the awful shock
Of waves which beat so cruelly upon.
hydra-head it lifted ever higher;
it coiled its sinewy length all through the
day,
Flooding the pleasant paths where had de
sire Walked undisturbed upon her way.
And when the night-time came, an awesome
scone
Shewed where the hurtful flood-tide had
been sent,
For desolation reigned where erst had beer
A sunlight path, and flowers of sweet con
tent Ah me! the saddest of sad sights it is,
To see the wrecks of joy strewn thick
ahead;
The sweet, sweet flowers of happiness to
miss,
To miss, and feel they are for ever dead.
To know no more upon joy's pleasant track,
Our longing feet in all the years may
stray;
Saddest of all there is no going back,
Because the bridge of love is washed
away.
HUMOR OF TIIE DAY
A false scent a counterfeit.
A long "felt" want a new hat.
Always what it is cracked up to be
ice.
"This is a long tramp," said a po
liceman as he ran in a six foot vagrant.
Button Bulletin.
Some men are born great, some wrestle
with the parlor , stove, and some have
the charge of the kitchen fire thrust upon
them. dif tings.
A friend of ours, absent on a trip to
Washington, writes that he has been all
through the national capital and consid
erable of his own. JYisw York Newt.
SACCHARINE COMMODITIES.
Tis sweet to woo a favoring muse,
Sweet is bread and honey,
Sweet is glad election-news.
And sweet the girl with money.
OoodaWs Sun,
A little four-year old, while praying
one night, said: "Please, God, bless
fiapa and mamma, and make me a good
ittle girl, and if at first you don't suc
ceed, try, try again." Life.
IMPROVED VERSION.
How does the frisky little kid
Improve each shining minute;
He finds the jam his mother hid,
And sticks his fingers in it.
Pittsburg Commercial Courier.
"Ye," said Fogg, in a facetious vein,
twenty years ago Charley could not read
or write ; now he speaks two languages
beside his own and is more or less fa
miliar with half a dozen more. What
do you think of that?" "Wonderful?"
echoed tho boarders. "And how old did
you say he was?" asked Jones. Fogg
"Twenty-one next summer." Chorus
"H'm!" Boston Transcript.
' 'How are you getting on ?" asked Yeast
of young Crimsoubeak, whom he met on
tho street the other day. "First-rate,"
was the young man's reply. "What are
you doing?" further queried Yeast. "I'm
a medical director in an institution down
town." "A medical director!" "Yes;
you see I direct envelopes in a patent
medicine house." "Oh." Statesman.
Strange footsteps haunt my chamber in the
n it'll t.;
When shadows lengthen In the pale moon
light A sound of weird and phantom forms in
flight
(Rats !)
And from without my window comes
sound
Like ham .Italian nlavine undereound.
And wailing voire from the dark, profound.
(CaU !)
E. D. Pierson.
Games Among1 the Ancients.
Running, rowing, wrestling boxing,
quoit throwing, hunting, chariot racing,
horse racing and games of ball were fa
vorite sports of the ancients.
Polo, which has become fashionable
ducing these last few yeurs, is the "Chu
gar" of the Persians, and perhaps the
Tartars, too, nnd is supposed to be
prehistoric.
Gaines kindred to fives, racquets, ten
nis and lawn tennis were played in tho
days of Horace, and may have had their
origin centuries before that era.
There was another game, "paganicu,"
which was supposed to be a roving game,
somewhat like hockey, golf or lacrosse.
These games were much encouraged
among the young men, and were played
in the Campus Martius, Rome.
It is a curious thing, but handball is
prehistoric ill Ireland, and was and is a
great national sport; and as it is known
that the I'll euicians were in Ireland
many centuries 15. C, it is quite possible
tint 'hey imported it from tho Mediter
ranean, but this is pure speculation.
"Buck, buck, how many fingers do I
hold up?" which used to be a common
enough game among boys at school and
in the streets of Rome iu the days of
( 'icero. and mentioned as "micaredigitis,"
to glitter or w ink with the fingers, i. e.,
to move them quick as lightning, or to
use a favorite expression of modern young
lady novelists, to "glint;" or we might
t ike another of their fuvorite words, to
"shimmer."
Mru th in one-half of the internal rev
nine receipt of the government tome
from tho four states of Illinois, New
York, Ohio and Kentucky,