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WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 8, 1886. $1.50 PER ANNUM. communications Miiury. mi nonce will b tiikta of anonrii These nre the kind of stories tlio I1H nois newspapers rela'te when they nre hard up: What looked like a ball of firo fell iu a street of Tana, Illinois, near a man in a carriage, lie got out, found a hole in tho ground, dug down about a foot nnd unearthed a nice little aero lite about ns largo iish good -sized cocoa nut. A dniry school for girls of fourteen or under Is to bo established, by direction of tho French Ministry of Agriculturo at Coetlogon, in connection with tho farm school at Trois-Croix. Tho fee for boarders will be only $30 for six months' course of instruction. Tho teaching is to be practical as well ns theoretical, nnd ccitiflcntcs will be given by tho minister Of agriculturo to sludonts who pass tho examination.'. Eight scholarships havo been offered by tho State. A Norwich (Conn.) letter to tho New York Sun says that "No ono recalls the time when wild bee! wore so numerous in the woods of cast.-rn Connecticut nnd Rhode Island. There aro not hollow trees enough for tho swarms, which aro driven to hunt up queer places about the villages to mnko honey in. Almost daily in tho country districts young colonies, which have been ousted from homo on account of lack of room, inny bo seen flying liko a big spent cannon ball across tho fields In search of lodgings. They arc not nt nil particular this year whether their house has all tho modern 'improve ments; they tako what they can get. Jinny swarms have hung themselves tip in tho peaks of barns,otliers in hencoops, nnd still others in empty barrels. Not o few swarms havo penetrated into dwell ings." " i. - - Tho French census recently taken is proving most unsatisfactory. In Paris, in particular, people strongly objected to filling up tho paper.--, especially in t'ic aristicratic quarters, while tho poorer classes did not understand how to reply to tho questions, and students and prac tical jokers returned most absurd an swers, nnd utilized tho census papers a a field for drawing caricatures. Senrcolj any returns could bo obtained from the hotels, and in some quarters from soventy-nino to eighty per cent, of th( inhabitants gave no replies whatever. Ono father of a family answered the queries by tho suggestion: "Ask mj mother-in-law;" another wrote: "You are too curious." In stating tho profes t ion or occupation, a facetious Republican declnrcd himself "Kxpeller of Princes,'' and his neighbor staled that ho was "watching Jules Ferry to admire hii nose," whilo a third remarked that he had been looking for work for fifteen years. A permit was taken out in Washing ton recently to remodel nnd enlarge the house recently purchased by the Presi dent on tho Woody Lane road. The plans ns prepared by tho architects pro vide for tho addition to tho present structure of a third story of a very orna mental nnd handsome design. The third story will bo in the high pointed root pierced with dormer windows, tho eaves extending over some fourteen feet, thus forming tho roof of tho porch in the second story. There will bo double porches twelve feet wide extending on tho south and west nnd part of the east sides of the liouse. Upon the stone wall; forming tho present two stories of the bouse will be built this high, overreach ing roof, with the exterior covered with shingles painted red. There will be a two-story back building erected for 8 kitchen , nnd servants' quarters, nnd tin interior will be remodeled nnd fitted uj' in a style to correspond to tho pretty modern design of a cottage, which the exterior will then assume. A lady in New York city has spent twenty years in stringing together eight thousand beautiful buttons, and no two alike. Some of tliera have been brought half around tho ea.th to her by sea cap tains. Si mo have corao from old wars and famous buttle fields; some from the Orient and sonio from the Occident; some from g.dd mines and poorhouses, from snug country hoaxes and from ship wrecks: some are just from tho button counter, nnd some nre dignified old but tons w hi .h havo survived from a previ ous century, and now hold sinecure posi tions on Mrs. Harris's button string. The buttons aro almo-t infinite in kind. The lady who has collected the 8,000 bays that she never goes out shopping without seeing buttons that she had never teen before. A new button stares at her from every shop window nnd meets her in every bazar. When she begati tt collect them there were people who thought that there were not mo:e thuu 1H!'J different kinds of buttons in the worl 1, and it was on a wager of this kind t i she began her labo.-s. TILL SUNBISE. Bweeter than joy, tho' joy might abide, Dearer than lovo, tho' love might endure, Is this this thing: for a man to have diod For tho wrongod and the poor! Let none le glad until all are free, The song bo still and tho banner furled Till all have men wlmt the poets see, Ana foretell to the world I Pakenhani licatty, in the Spectator. CHERRYCOTE. "And you expect me to travel over nino miles of muddy roads behind that beast and in that rattle-trap?" a gentle man said, discontentedly surveying the conveyance provided for him by an oblig ing countryman residing near the station of the Virginia railway where a way-train had rccctuly deposited the sti anger. "Well, 'tain' ns of thur was much to choose from, mister," was the answer. "If you've a mind to wait till evenin', the stage mout hnppcn along. But, bless yore soul. sah. ole Buck '11 carry you thar cf you only give him time enough. An' I reckon tlxs buggy won't break down 'tween this and tho blacksmith's at the cross-roads. Thar's string nn' rope an' a lot o' nails under tho bulllcr-robo, an' littlo Poss here'll manage to mend the damage cf so it be thiit tliar's a rock to pick up 'long the roadside." "May I drive, boss? 'was the hesitat ing prayer of little Poss (short for 'pos sum), as tho dilapidated vehicle, drawa by a spavined plow-horse, got finally under way. Looking down with amuse ment at his excited petitioner, Barksdale ww a droll little negro, costumed in meal bags, hat!cs, and with plaitod tw igs of wool, who, when tho rope reins were re linquished into his hand", assumed tho post of charioteer with dignity ineffable. Barksdale forget Poss und everything besides, as the overmastering power of early association took possession of him. Ten years before, he had left the neigh borhood through which they were now passing, at the outset of the war between tho States, and during all that time the history of its places and its people had been almost a scaled book to the wan derer in many lands. He had fancied himself weaned from his sentimental loc for old Yirg'uia; but here he w as craning his neck to look at the ancient land marks, recalling rides endiu" at this point nnd picnics nt another, Ids cheek itushing, and a lump coming into his throat, like the veriest school-boy homo for tho holidays. The country was beau tifully greea, and as old Buck plodded along there was nothing to do but resign himself to memory and anticipation, whilo tho spring wind, laden with fra grance from the blossoming woods, blew over him refreshingly. At last Cherrycote Faira was reached, but before they could enter it, little Poss jumped down to have a strugglo with an old red gate of such persistent inhospi talitythat Barksdale himself could only force it open by half lifiing tho gate post from tho crumbling soil. "Barren acres," he said, with a sigh, glancing over what were once prosper ous fields of grain. Grass grew on tho roadway, and a multitudo of little blue star flowers were crushed beneath their wheels. Emerging from a bit of pine woods, he caught sight of tho gables of the old house. They nt least were un changed, half veiled from sight by Vir ginia creeper and wisteria, jasmine and roses. His old room was that one with tho window over which grew the branch of a mulberry-tree, its folingo so thick that neither blind nor curtain was re quired. As Barksdale gazed he saw, com ing from tho shrubbery around a turn iu the road, a cavalier bestriding a mule. This was a man seemingly between thirty and forty year old, bis once clear-cut fea tures overgrown with flesh, and wearing a long brown beard of liberal proportions. His frame, a tritle unwieldy, was muscu lar, his eyes were of nn honest blue; his sent in the saddle, even though tho steed was of the present unenviable class, ad mirable. His clothing consisted of a pair of corduroy breeches tucked into spurred cavalry boots, and a nondescript shooting jacket laded by sun and rain, with a broad brimmed hat of straw showing marks of home manufacture. At the first sight of Barksdale his brows knit inquiringly; iu a moment ho charged down upon the antique buggy with military dash. "Lance," old fellow," he cried. "It isn't possible!" "Hal!" exclaimed tho other, simul taneously, in a tono that meant much. Immediately two hands met in fervent 'rieudship. Since these hands had grasped each other Inst a river of blood had flowed betw een them. Bitter words had been spoken, hot discus-dons hid raged, party strife had swelled resentful htrts; but now, wheu the half-brothers mt again, neither thought of anything but the early ties of blood and affection ate companionship. Barksdale. thin, active, and embalmed with un atmos phere of foreign' travel, his clothe scru pulously well cut, his speech refined to nicety, appeared nt least five years younger than the bluff, sunburnt Vir ginia squire, who was, in reality, con siderably his junior. They were the sons of a Virginia gentleman, who, left u widower with one tmall boy when he was hardly out of college, had consigned tho littlo Lancelot to the care of his mother's relatives in the North. Marry ing a second time in Virginia, Mr. Barks dale had settled down to a peaceful agri cultural existenco on tho estate belong ing to his bride, "one of the Carters of Cherrycote Farm," as that lady was styled. Hither Lancelot had come to spend many happy hours of irresponsible holi day in the free and easy life of old-time Virginia. Here he had learned to feel a sincere alToetiou for his kind step mother und her b'y Hal. But at tho outset of tiie war his .Northern training and sympathies in political faith set a terrible stumbling-block in the path of family "plca-antness." Unwilling to contest the fervid torrent of secession talk, ho nt first kept silent. This led to suspicion, and finally to open warfare on the part of the generous people who hnd once extended their arrni to him. His father had died, and tho widow, nn ar dent Souiherner, learned to look on him with constiaint. Even Hal, merry, hand somo Hal, who had adored the ground Lance trod upon, began to quarrel with him. There was nothing for it but re treat. Lancelot returned to his Northern home, and soon heard the news that Hal hnd become a volunteer at Manassas. After that there was a long and painful gap in their relations. it was while wandering aimlessly around Europe ten years later that Lancelot made up Ids mind to return to America, nnd to visit tho home of his fathers. The resolution once taken was acted upon with almost feverish real. Now that he hnd again shaken Hal's hand, had sat isfied himself that tho slim lad of nine teen was still somewhere lurking behind the veil of adipose matter surrounding tho mnn of twenty-nine, Barksdale breathed a long sigh ot relief. As for the squire, ho was one of those guileless natures content to take things as they find them. Barksdale's foreign airs ex cited in him wonder not unmixed with amusement. He fell to speculating over what the women would say to the coming of this importation of fastidious elegance into their impoverished household. In old times Cherrycote had never specu lated; secure in homely plenty, it had simply flung wide open its doors and bid den the stranger in. "Suppose we walk the rest of the way," Barksdalo said, springing with alacrity from his mouse-trap equipage. "I havo so much to say to you, Hal, I don't know where to begin." "I don't walk much nowadays; but still said the squire, getting down in rather a breathless fashion, and loading the mule, followed by Poss nnd his spavined steed, along a road carpeted with pine tags and bordered with wild honeysuckle. "I haven't asked you about your wife," Lancelot said, when it appeared that the question could no longer in com mon courtesy be deferred. "Kitty? Why, she's splendid," said the squire, heartily. "And if you'll be lieve' me, Lance, I've six young ones, all girls. The old house is as full ns over, but you'll find things down at the heel, I reckon. The same story everywhere hereabout: no money, po3r labor, no re pairs r the women struggling with in efficient servants, worn-out furniture, worn-out clothes. But Kitty's temper don't wear out, thank God I You've not forgotten what a splendid girl she was, : Lance?" "I have not forgotten her in tho least," his brother answered, in a tone of slight constraint. Launcelot thought of the time when he had last Reen Kitty Morris, then a youthful cousin of Mrs. Barkdale's, on a summer visit to Cherrycote. She was standing in the deep grass of tho old orchard, under the cherry blossoms, in the spring of 'til. She was a mere slip oi a girl tnen, with large dark eyes, und a weight of dusky hair upon her small, proud head. He remembered the gown she wore, a sort of full-bodied, thin white stuff, with a sash of crimson, and tho trick she had of interlacing her small brown Southern fingers while she talked. "Never 1 never!" she had cried out, in an impetuous treble, the sound of which still echoed in his cars. "What I prom ised was not to an enemy of my country. I would rather die than marry you." She had faced him bravely, defiantly, two red spots fh.ming in her ordinarily clear pale checks, but there was a trem ble iu her voice, as if she would have been glad to cry instead of speaking. Thus they had parted, and now Lance lot was again to meet her as the wile of his half-brother, the mother of Hal's six girls. For a moment he felt like turn ing back upon tho threshold of his visit, but after poor littlo vagabond Poss had been sent to the servants' quarters in quest of refreshment for man und beast, the two walkers struck into a well-remembered path across the orchard lead ing to the house. The berry blossoms were again in bloom, and there, under a green arcade of suow-Iudcu boughs, was seen a merry group of ladies and children picking violets in the grass. Lnncelot caught o io glimpse of Kitty, recognizing her iustantly. From the girl of seventeen she had expanded into a splendid beauty of twenty-seven, lithe aud brown ns ever, with a rich color in her cheeks, not in the least suggesting a matron oppressed by many cares of mater nity and house-keeping. Swarming over her wero a number of affectionate small girls, and nt a littlo distance sut Mrs. Barksdale, the elder, looking thin and care-worn, engaged in conversation with a lady whom he dimly re-alled as another cumin of the by-gone days, then acoquetti-h personage with dimples, and wonderful plaits of hair worn in a crown around her head. The dimples were still evident, though tho cheeks had faded, but the abundant braids were per ceptibly thinner. Barksdale took in all these details, although howondeiedat himself for observing them in face of the immediate poweiful impression made on him by th? first view of his sister-in-law. The color had receded from his face, leaving him deathly pale. The trial had been to the full as painful as he had ex pected. Often as it had presented itself to his imagination, the reality of suffering was not surpassed. Her face had shone uron him like a star from Alpine heights, across wintery seas, in desert reaches, at the opera, in his dreams, on the pages of his books, everywhere, any where, during ten lougycarsof absolute non-intercourse. It was not until she had been his brother's wife for sevend years that he heard at all of this marriage, seeming to him so extraordinarily incongruous und unsuit able. He could not reconcile it. with her appearance, her manner, her pretensions, now that he had seen her once again in the splendor of young womanhood. He felt ns if he could not bear to see husband and wife together, to hear Hal's girls claim her as their mother. But Lancelot Barksdale had a noblo nature nnd a strong will. Resolutely he trampled out tho fire that had so suddenly been kindled up within him. Kitty was no longer it was long indeed since she had ceased to be the 8 foreign of his dreams. This brief madness at nn end, he would be ablo to tako her by the hand like a loyal and honorable gentleman as he w as. At this moment in came Mrs. Bnrks dalc the elder. She had been told by the housemaid of the arrival of a guest, and. with the usual cordiality of her kind, hastened in to do the honors. "My dear Lance," she cried, after a momentary survey of extrcmo astonishment, "I am ghid to welcome you onco more to Cherrycote." "If you knew how much those words convey to me!" returned Barksdale, with real feeling, taking her thin old hands nnd kissing them. "I am alone in the world since my old aunt died, a year ago, and tho tics of early association seem more potent as wo get on in life, I think. At any rate, I havo fairly longed to make friends with you all again, and such a welcome as you and llai nave extended to mo heals many a wound of time." "And I am far too old to indulge in rancor," eaid the old lady, tears coming into her eyes. "Now that our fearful war Is over, I can regret the violence of feeling with which we went into it. Oh, Lance I I am glad your poor dear father was spared seeing his State conquered. I think it would have killed him. But let by-gones be by-gones. AVe must agree not to talk about the war. It was kind of you to come so far to see us once again, and we will make you comfort able, though times are not as they were at Cherrycote. I am sure you are glad to find Hal married and settled so hap pily. Poor ns we are, his littlo wife is such a manager I havo given up the housekeeping entirely into her hands. And those sweet children! Dear me! hero I am forgetting that Kate wants, you to come out to the garden, Hair She wishes to consult you about her flower beds. Don't tell her Lance is here for she has not the least idea who it is. The children said it was Mr. Lewis come to see their papa about the sheep. They have gono with their auntie to pick strawberries for tea, but you shall soon see them all. Lance, you must be taken to your room. But here comes Hal again With Kate. Dear boy 1 he is so atlectionate, and though you never knew her intimately, I believe, Kate knows you well by reputation." At this point, when good Mrs. Barks dale paused for breath in her flow of cordial greeting, Lancelot felt his tem- Eles throb, and a sort of mist pass before is eyes. Through the opsn door of the veranda Hal hurried, followed by a lady, and in a single brief and blissful moment Lancelot became awaro of tho fact that Hal's Kitty was not his own "bride of old dreams, whose spell went with him still." In plain words, Mrs. Barksdale the younger was the cousin with the dimples also a Kate Morris whose given name had long ago departed from Lancelot's recollection of the lady, had he ever thought of it, indeed. In the confusion of his ideas during the mo ments that followed this discovery he was absorbed with a longing to satisfy himself at once nbout Kitty. "The only one worthy of that sweet old-fashioned name," he said, in his joyous heart, for lovers, as we know, glorify everything, even the homely nomenclature of ances tral days. She came in soon to answer for her self, the little girls, as before twining around her waist and clinging to her skirts. "I wonder, Kitty dear, if you remember my oldest son, Lancelot," said good Mrs. Barksdale, with an accent of pride in her presentation of the stranger. The evening sunlight slanted through a western window of the old oak-panelled dining-room. Lancelot stood with his back to it, his face in shadow, but the searching radiance brought out every expression of her changed face more lovely than ho remembered it. "Vou have not done me tho honor to name the lady," l e said, takiug her hand in his. "Still Kitty Morris, though a greater belle than ever," cried hearty Hal. "It's just occurred to me, Lance, that you and Cousin Kitty used to be famous friends, till you quarreled about tho war. What an idiot I was to forget it!" "I have forgotten nothing," said Lance lot, for tho second time that day, and Kitty understood him. Harper's Bazar. A Penny Saved. Talking of saving reminds me of a penny 1 saved in Glasgow, says a cor respondent. I was on tho top of a tram, as they persist iu calling the streetcars there, and I wanted to go somewhere, I don't just remember where nt this mo ment. I said to the man who sat next to me: "Does this car go to such a place?" "Aye," he replied, "it goes by there." "Then," I said, "Would you mind telling me when we come to it. I'm a stranger in the city. "Ah'll do that," said the man very kindly, and so we jogged on. At last he touched me on the shoulder and we both got down. "Is this the place," I asked. "Well it's not just it." replied my new friend. It's but a step faurer on. It's a penny inuir on tho tram if ye pass this street." I was of course quite willing to save tho penny, and si tramped ulong with him. lufortunately I had on a pair of new boots that day, und perphups my idea of distance was contorted iu conse quence, but it seemed to me we walked about three miles to save that penny. But I then we saved it. J WHITE SULPHUR SPRINGS. DESCRIPTION OF THE TYPICAL SOUTHERN HEALTH KESORT. Ite Character 1st Ice In Former Times Situation of the Springs The Hotel and Cottage. Charlcj Dudley Warner gives in Ilar per's Magazine, the following cntertain ing description of the White Sulphur Springs, the well-known Virginia health resort: Tho White Sulphur has been for tho better part of a century, as everybody knows, the typical Southern resort, the rendezvous of all that was most char acteristic in the society of tho whole South, the meeting-place of its politi cians, the haunt of its belles, tho nrcna of gayety, intrigue and fashion. If tradition is to be believed, here in years gone by were concocted the measures that were subsequently deployed for the Government of the country at Washing ton, here historic matches were made, here beauty had triumphs that were the talk of a generation, here hearts were broken at a ball and mended in Lover's Walk, and here fortunes were nightly lost and won. It must have been in its material conditions a primitive place in the days of its greatest fame. Visitors came to it in their carriages and unwieldy four-horse chariots, attended by troops of servants, making slow but most en joyable pilgrimages over tho mountain roads, journeys that lasted a week or a fortnight, and were every day enlivened by jovial adventure. They came for the season. Thep were all of one social order, and needed no introduction; those from Virginia were all related to each other, and though life there was somewhat in the nature of a picnic, it had its very well defined and ceremonious code of etiquette. In the memory of its old habitues it was at once the freest and the most aristocratic assembly in the world. The hotel was small and its ar rangements primitive; a good many of the visitors had their own cottages, and the rows of those cheap structures took their names from their occupants. The Southern Presidents, the Senators and statesmen, tho rich planters, lived in cot tages which still have a historic interest i n their memory. But cottage life whs never the exclusive affair that it is else where; the society was one body, and the Hotel was tne center. Time has greatly changed the White suipnur; doubtless in its physical aspect it never was so beautiful and attractive as it is to-day, but all the modern im provements have not destroyed the char acter of the resort, which possesses a great many of its primitive and old-time peculiarities. Briefly, the WTiite is in an elevated and charming mountain region, so cool, in fact, . especially at night, that tho "season" is practically limited to July and August, although I am not suro but a quiet person, who likes invigorating air, nnd has no daughters to marry off, would find it equally attractive in Sep tember and October, when the autumn loliago is in its glory. In a green roll ing interval, planted with noble trees and flanked by moderate hills, stands the vast white caravansary, having wide iral leries and big pillars running round three sides. Tho front and two sides are ele vated, the galleries being reached by nignis oi steps, and aitording room un derneath for tho large billiard and bar rooms. Frani the hotel the ground slopes down to the spring, which is surmounted by a round canopy on white columns, and be low is an opening across the stream to the race-track, the servants' quarters, nnd a fine view of receding hills. Three sides of this charming park are enclosed by the cottages and cabins, which back against the hills, and are more or less embowered in trees. Most of these cottages are built in blocks and rows. 6omo single rooms, others large enough to accommodate a family, but all reached by flights of steps, all with verandas, and most of them con nected by galleries. Occasionally the forest trees have been lolt, and tho gal leries built around thotn. Included in the premises nre two churches, a gambling-house, a couplo of country stores, and a postoffice. There ore nono of the shops common at watering-places for tho sale of fancy articles, and, strango to say, flowers are not systemmatically cultiva ted, and very few are ever to be had. The hotel has a vast dining room, besides the minor eating-rooms for children and nurses, a large ball room, and a drawing room of imposing dimensions. Hotel and cottages together, it is said, can lodge fifteen hundred guests. The natural beauty of the place is very great, and fortunately there is not much smart and fantastic architectu e to interfere with it. Summer Drinks. The ice-water we crave creates rathci than satisfies thirst. The stomach is conservative, and will keep at its nor.r.al temperature no matter what amount of iciness may be poured iu. There is posi tive muscular effort to get rid of tho un natural intruder, which is abtoibed as fast as the smaller Vessels can work, und thus results fresh heat, and "I'm so dry !" is very literally the fact. Drink very moderately, rinse your mouth often, and pour water on the wrists rather than down the throat. As to lager nnd the various "mixed drinks" dear to the American palate, they are simply, no matter how iced, liquid caloric. Alco hol under any and every condition is heating, and not mint, nor lemon, nor straw berry is potent enough to neutralize this power. Cold drinks, -however grate ful, are not coollug, and the man or woman who takes them most often is likely to most feel the heat. Christian at Work. The four most imortaiit towns of Australia are now: Melbourne, popula tion -J82,(I47; Sydney, 224,21 1 ; Adelaide, 103,80-1, and Auckland, 00,000 REQUIESCAT. All night the land in darkness slept, All night the sleepless sea Alonjj the beaches moaned and wept And called aloud on me. Now all about the wakening land The white foam lies upon the sand. I saw across the glimmering dark The white foam rise and fall; I saw a drifting phantom bark, I heard the sailors call: Then sheer upon my straining sight Fell down the curtain of the night What ship was on the midnight deop: What voices on the air! Did wandering spirits call and weep In darkness and dispair) Did ever living seaman hail The land with such a hopeless wail? The flush of dawn is in the sky, The dawn-breeze on the sea, The lark is singing sweet and high A winged melody: Here on the sand, among the foam, The tired sailors have come home. Their eyes that stare, so wide, so rid. See not the blessed light; For all the streams of death divide The morning from the night: Weary with tossing on.her breast, The sea at last has given them rest. D. J. Robertson. HUMOR OF THE DAT. Wrhy is abald-headod man like a hound? Because he makes a little hare go a great ways. When the summer resorts fill up it be comes more difficult for the boarders to do so. Statesman Queen Elizabeth style is expected to come in again about 1838. This is, in deed, ruff. Boston Transcript. "I do my best to bring mankind higher," ns the elevator boy said, "but some will keep going down." National Weekly. "Say, I've got the hiccoughs. Frighten mo, won't you" "Lend me a five?" "Thanks, it's all over now. Burlington Free Press. There are two things in this life that can bo depended upon to stick. A po rous plaster and a stylographic pen. iVVui Haven News. " "Where is the best place to get fat?" asked a thin housekeeper of a neighbor. "All over," was the unexpected reply. Pittsburg Chronicle. "Law Without Lawyers" is the title of a new book. That's nothing strange. Lemonado without lemons has been an old thing ever since picnics were in vented. Brooklyn Eagle. Boy "Father wants three pounds ol stenk, nnd I will bring the money around to-morrow." Butcher "Wait until to morrow comes, bub, and then you won't havo to make two trips." Judge. Smith "Have you forgotten that $20 I loaned you, Brown?" Brown "No, indeed. I've made a note of it." Smith "Well, if you cannot give me tho cash I'll take the note." Lowell Citizen. "Do you hire college dudes to wait on the table at this house (" asked an elderly gentleman as he stepped up to the desk of one of our summer hotels. "Well, yes, we do, but I'm afraid you're a little too aged to come under thnt head." The clerk saw that lie had made a mistake when ho glanced at the afternoon paper and saw t hut the Hon. Josiah Jumper and seven daughters were registered at the rival hotel. Tid-Bits. 'Come live with me Down by the sea Where the mermaids are combing their tres-os, Where tlio shining waves kiss The shore all ! what bliss, Aud the sunlight the sea-beach caresses." "1 cannot, nion eher, Too strong is the air. 'Tis 'nrd," ouee remarked Mr. Eccles. '"Now, dearest, you know I (rlndiy would go, But I'm terribly frightened for freckles." A'ew York Journal. Fancy Timber. "A time will come when lumber will bo scarce," said a lan e dealer the other day to a New York Mail and Express re porter. "This country is settling up so fas: ttint forests are destroyed to make way for the fields. The annual supplies from Maine, Minnesota, Georgia, Florida and other States will in a few years be exhausted. Tho lino woods, such as ma hogany, ebony, walnut, cherry, ash and rosewood, aro much in demand. Men who own lands that furnish any of this fine t'mbcr in abundance are wealthy. The lumber trade of this city alone is fk0,00i,000 aunually, a-.d is considera bly in excess of the cotton trndj. There is more money invested in the lumber trade iu New York than is popularly gup posed. Timber is high, especially the finest grades. Muhogany seems to have tho call in demand at present, closely followed by cherry and ash. Spruce is picking uj in price and cun bo purchased ut $17 and Vl'J per cargo, wholesale rates. The yellow pine found largely in Florida and Georgia is fast becoming a great trade Ebony wood has been dis covered iu large quantities in the Grand Chacon, a vast wilderness iu tho Argeu tino Republic. However, that is too far oil to he of much service to our dealers. Fine timber is always salable and com mands good, round prices." Dog and Chicks. Christian Toinling, of Louisville, owned a hen and a collie dog, which were greut lrieuds. The former recently hatched a tine brood of chickens, and the dog watched over tho family with great care. A few days a;o the hen was killed n cidently and Shop was much troubled. lie at once assumed the charge oi the motherless chicks, got them into his kennel ut night, where Uiey nestled close to his shaggy side, aud has since cared for them faithfully.
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