THE FOREST REPUBLICAN U rwblinhod every Wednesday, by J. E. WENK. OiUc in Smearbaueh & Co.'a Building ELM STREET, TIONESTA, Te. Term. - . . $1.00 per Year. No imrmcrlptlnni received for a ehorter period tnnn three mnntln. Correspondence solicited from all parte of tlia country. No notice will be taken of enonymont wiwiminlcatlona. There is said to bo ono blind person to very 1,400 of tho earth's inhabitants. The proportion is least in New Zealand, whero ono person out of every 8,500 is sightless, and greatest in Cairo, Egypt, whrro every twentieth person is blind. This cstimuto does not include lovers, nor that other numerous class who won't ue. In Sioux City, tho youngest of Iowa towns, and at tho present time pretty near tho most enterprising, they have what they call an "Epitaph Club." Everything good that a member of it does for tho city, to advance its growth, or to add to its civilization or chnrity, is treasured up by tho pooplo to bo placed on his epitaph at death. There is a hint for smugglers in tho trick just played by some Prussians, who trapped $1,000 worth of laco around a strong ton months' heifer, and tied a false skin over tho whole so successfully ns to defy detection. They passed tho hoifor very easily at the customs office, tho exciso commissioners admiring her size and beauty, and some of them offer ing her feed. There has been, it is stated, a great awakening among, tho Boers. (Dutch set tlers) of Natal, South Africa. They have been so busy with prayer meetings lhat tho worldly have complained that they have spoilod tho annual races. The lender among the converts is a Mr. Ncl, who says he can count over two hundred in his sparsely settled district who have experienced a change of heart. Tho work was a very quiet onoj ""beginning without tho agency of evangelistic meet ings. These awakened showed 'great anxiety for tho heathen Kaffirs, and many natives have been converted. ThoBev. A. J Hillman, of Atlanta, owns a farm in Taliaferro County, G eorgia, on which is a big alum rock. He decided to dig a well beside the rock in hopes of getting an alum spring. A shaft twelve feet deep was sunk, and then a niche was cut in tho rock that water might col lect there. Tho hole, or well, or shaft has now developed remarkable curative powers. It has cured several persons who suffered from rheumatism, and all they did was to go down in the hole. Mr. Hillman thinks it is full of electricity, others think tho alum does the business. Alum is o strong in the shaft that it is tasted with every breath inhaled. If all tho incidents of tho Charleston earthquake should bo collected and printed they would make interesting reading. One of tho latest published relates to young couple who were court ing when the shock came. It extin guished tho lights, filled the air with dust, and jammed the doors so that they would not open. The young man rushed to a window leading to tho pia.n, but in the dark plunged both hands into a largo plant urn full of water. Starting back to the young lady, ho threw his arms around her, and said: "Darling, a tidal wavs is coming! It is nlready up to tho windows! Let us die together 1", in which position they wero found soon afterward by the family. ' It is stated by Frank Ledie1 that "tho crowded quarter of New York city, of which East Broadway and Hester, Lud low, Baxter, Mulberry, Bayard, Mott, Division, Essex, Chrystio. Elizabeth an Cherry streets aro the'iniin arteries, U picturesque, but undeniably dirty. It is the region of swarming tenement-houses, sidewalk booths and stands, and cellar grorery stores whore unwholesome food and decaying vegetables are the staple articles of trade. Tho population con-f-ists chiefly of Hebrews, Bohemians, Poles, Hungarians, Germans, Italians, Irish and Chinese, and is, as a whole, both poverty-stricken and filthy in its modes of life. In these breeding places of disease, unusual vigilance is required on the pa t of the Board of Health In spectors, particularly during the summer and autumn, when fruits and vegetables are abundant, and fish and meat will not "keep." All the refusj provisions and over-ripe or unripe fruit of the city seem to gravitate towards these districts, when? the poor people swarm about tho markets or venders' wagons to get bar gains tuking no matter what, so long as it is plentiful and cheap. The In spectors have to make wholesale seizures here, tarrying off wagon-loa Is of villain ous trash at each raid, (if course th dealers stand in mortal terror of thest) officials, and many of them have their malodorous stock-in-trade ready to bo boxed up or bundled into a dark cellar at a moment's warning. Botten tomatoes and bad e.L'gs being plentiful and cheap, they aro ,not infre jcutly employed as missiles when the dealers venture upon war with tho guardians of tho city's health." fl VOL. III. NO. 33. LONOINO FCm WB3T. I am so weary of this futile striving, And life is not tho thing tt wag of yore; The olden joy, the happiness of living, Tulsatos and Rtirs within my heart no more. No more the olden fires of ambition The olden dreams of something to be won, Are rife within my liearr. 'Twos not fruition That dulled and stifled them, but they are gone. No more the higher aim and aspiration Doth beckon from the heights toward winch I pressed; No moio tho youthful blood in quick pulsa tion. Doth move a heart which only longs for rest. The flame that dreams of other days had kindled, Aod hade me long for years untold to live, Into these deadened embers now hath dwindled. And I ant tired of all that life can give. My heart is empty and its idols scatter ; I long at uight for morn, at morn for night; Vain dreams and vainer hopes alike Ho scattered, And peace wjth happiness hath taken flight. I do not know why life should all be dreary, With sorrows shadowed and by grief op. pressed, I only know that I am weary, weary; I only seek, I only long for rest. I know not why the cup was scarcely tasted Nor why nn empty heart alone remains, I know not why a whole long life Is wasted Till sense of loss is all that it retains, But thou, dear God, thou knowost in my weakness I still have strongth to say: "Thy will is best; Submit my soul unto Theo in all meekness," And pray from Thoe the boon I seek for rest. May Spencer, "the dalles; TrtANSI.ATED FROM THE GF.nMAN. He was known as "lied PfefTcrmann" because his hair was of a reddish blonde hue, and ho had a beautiful beard of the same color. There lived in tho same place, in Mariampol, another mau, whose name was also Pfeflerman, and who bore tho samo given name Acrohom, but his hair, whiskers and complexion were dark. "Bed PfefTerman" was a shoemaker. He occupied with his wife and three small children a small rhop, or rather tho half of it, in the .Anfajnw, Tho sun never penetrated farther than tho threshold, where the children used to play. It was a damp, murky morning; it had been raining tho night before; it was such weather which made people re luctant to leave their homes; a thick fog floated through the narrow street ; it rose from the ground and enveloped tho houses us with a gigantic wave of water; small ponds formed in front of the houses where guest! and ducks enjoyed them selves and the wind how led through the chimneys. Nevertheless. PfelTermann had put on his dilapidated slouched hut and waded through tho mire to the tavern across tho street. The children had just woke up from their night's rust and watched their mother picking up coru stalks and straw with which she was making a lire upon the small hearth. ".Maine," said tho oldest of the chil dren, a sweet little fellow, whose name was.lacob, "did you hear the noise last night?" "I have not heard anything," she re plied. "Why, our bed was shaken, Mamc." "Oh, you ouly dreamt." "No, .Mamc, I heard tho noise also," joined in little Surah, "there was a noise as if things toppled down upon the floor; somebody screamed and cried." "I suppose it must have been tho Dal les," said the mother, "whom you havo heard." "The Dalles, who is he?" asked Sarah. Little Jacob laughed out loud; it sounded like pure music in those gloomy, unfriendly rooms "She does not know who tho Dalles is. l isten then " "I want Mamn to tell me. Keep quiet, Jakey,'' and Sarah closed his mouth with her tiny hands. "The Dalles is tho Dalles," broko out lakey, with a loud laugh. "Don't laugh. Jakey." said the mother, "tho Dalles might hear you and carry on woise than ever. It is not laughable, but a matter of great sorrow to have him in tho house." "Tho Dalles, then, must be a bad man?" asked Sarah. "No, he is a hobgoblin," fell in Jakey. "So hois; ho is an evil spirit," re- Eeated the mother, with a sigh. "Where e settles dowu prosperity leaves. In dustry, labor, ability, are all in vain; thinking and speculating go for nought; he swallows all up." "And what does ho look like?". "The harder tho luck of the man with whom ho has taken his abode, tho rounder and fuller is the body of the Dalles." "Then our Dalles must bo already very large and very stout," said little Jacob. "Oh, I know something, Maine. Ho will at last be so stout that his body will havo no lunger room in our chamber, ana men lie win leave us. won t we j nave then our aiiiet Jlartlie with raisins just as well as the children of rich Heckles?" A bitter smile flitted across mother's face. "God grant it," she murmured to herself. "Hut we want to see tho )." The children talkod the matter over amongst themselves in their own child ish way. They concluded to keep awake in order to see the big.fut Dulles. And act ually thu coming uight they keut awake TIONESTA. PA, WEDNESDAY. DECEMBER 8, 1886. In their little beds until they heard again outside a throwing down of things, screaming and crying, but their courage forsook them.and they crept quickly un der tho ragged covers, their teeth chatter ing with fright. They heard the Dalles tumble down every piece of furniture; they heard their father scream, their mother cry and groan; then everything grew still and they fell asleep. Whon they awoko next morning and like timid littlo mice peeped around cautiously, they saw their father, sitting on his low bench, working away with a good will, while their mother prepared the leather. ( ) n 1 ho flrtnr nritn orit tafn1 glass splinters and broken pieces of earthen dishes. The ouly chair left in the room was broken, and, saddest of all, their mother's head wns tied up with a piece of linen and their father's face was scratched and the back of his coat was ripped way down. Red PfefTerman spoko little that day, and when ho did say something, ho never looked at Slobo, his wife. She had been handsome once, and fresh as a rose on the bush when she was tied in wedlock to her present hus band; now her face was pale and care worn, and dark rings were visible under her dark eyes, still full of fire and expression. When Bed Pfeflerman left his shop, after twilight had set in, all throe chil dren began to cry aloud. "What are you crying about?" asked Slobo. "I have trouble enough al ready." "Should we not cry," said Jakey, "when the Dalles beats our sweet Mame during tho night?" Slobo wiped her tears and left the room to talk to some of her neighbors, who complained about tho great noise which disturbed the neighborhood niht after night. "I would sooner kill him," was the grocer's wife, Madame Diamond, heard to say, "than to suffer this any longer." The children listened. "How can Mame kill him!" said littlo Jacob; -"he is an evil spirit. Tou may beat the nir as much as you please, and he does not feol it; and the Dalles is like the air." When night came on, Slobo took the children to bed. It consisted of straw and a pillow filled with hay; an old, dilapidated, patched up quilt served as cover for all three. But" they, neverthe less, slept very soon as quiet as the an gels in heaven. They had made up their minds to keep awako again, but their eyelids became heavy ; however be fore long they were aroused from their sleep by a terrible noise in the front of the street door, like the roaring of a wild animal. They heard their mother Slobe rise from her couch, then saw how she mado a light. She evidently had made up her mind to meet tho Dalles face to face. "Let me jump out and take hold of his legs," whispered Jacob; "ho must not be permitted to beat Maine again. I will not let him." At that moment the donronr-iicd nml n mau whom the children did not know came tottering into the room. His long, gray caftan hung down in shreds; he was covered ad over with mud, ono of his slippers gone, his hat, of which half the brim was hanging down into his wild, red face, stuck upon his head ; ii ono hand ho held the branch of a tree, recently torn oft", with which ho struck ! 1 1 .1 . lunousiy in every utrection. "That is him! That it ihn Hullo ' said Sarah, and anxiously leaned her tremoiing jaoe upon Jacob's shoulder. "Bon'tcome near me." said Klnhn. with her back to the wnll for protection. "I will not let you strike mo, as hure as there is a t-od in heaven." "iou attempt to hiccup threaten mc, your lord and hiccup master! Slobo! Slobe! Thinrr havn en inn tn nice pass you good for nothing wife, "Goto bed!" "Ha! ha! ha! Iam thirstv! I want something to drink. "Where is the whisky?-' "1 have no whisky." "Will you nt once do what I say!" And raising tho stick ho tottered to ward her. At this moment something harmnned for which nobody was prepared, not even Slobo. The three children jumped out of their bed, and between him , nod their mother, and then fell upon their knees and commenced to crv liittcrlv "Dalles! Dalles!" cried tho little fel low, "Take everything, only do not hurt Mamc!" "Leave us our Mame, dear, darling Dalles!" Sarah implored, raising up her little farms. "She is to good, as good as papa, who works to get our bread." "Sweet Dulles, don't strike Mame!" Tho wild man, who was notrecognied by tho children, stared at them for a long time, with cold, glassy eyes; the stick dropped out of his hand ; lie put his hand upon his forehead, as if trying to remember something which ho had forgotten long ago; he then tore wildly his dishevelled hair, until the hut fell oil hi-i brad; he trembled all over, and finally sank down upon the cobbler's stool. "The Dalles!" ho repeated softly with a voice choked with emotion. "Tho Dalles!" Then tho children commenced to scream out, in chorus, "The Tatai!" (father) but immediately hushed and looked at him in distraction. It was their father, the Bed PfelTer mann; he covered his face, which had suddenly turned ghastly pale, with his hands aud began to cry bitterly. For a' long time utter silence prevailed in the little ro jiu, the children were still upon their knees and Slobo leaned against tho wull like a statuo. Only l'lefferman was heard to inO'in, repeat ing again and again tho word "The Duilei." Yes,' it was the Dalles. Tho Dalles for his wife and childreu. Hud he not made beggars of them ? No HhaUdien (go-between) had persuaded him with honeyed words, his own heart had chosen tho stately Slobe, with her be witching dark eyes. Bho had not been wealthy, but sho brought, nevertheless, to her new home teveral hundred florins, besides linen and other things, but above all industrious hands and a loving heart. They lived so happy in the neat littlo store and tho tidy, pleasant rooms, with tho whito curtains and tho handsome flower pots upon tho window sills. He was a diligent workman and very indus trious, and their happiness was bright ened when tho littlo children came, tho sweet darlints, one after tho other! But he had friends and they took him out of his workshop, had ullurcd him to the tavern where tho wine flowed and the gipsies snng, and where the dirty cards kept them chained with irresistible passion. Tho money be came wings and flew away nnd his temper soured: he worked less and less, and w)en Slobe came to him with tears in her eyes ho laughed at her. Af ter everything had been sold or pawned and the customers remained away, they moved from place to place until they finally landed where the ragpickers, the dealers in old clothes, and the beggars crowded together. Ho no longer drank wine, but whiskey, so that even his former boon companions shunned hid so ciety, and only one remained, the tanner Zadek, who not infrequently made his lodgings under the trees of the prome nade or in a gutter. Though his family aia not novo Dread, ne, nevertheless, spent most of his time in the tavern. He played there, and drank, and sang vulgar ditties, and when he came home he beat his pure, innocent wife. Yes .he was .' the Dalles" for all of them; he was the evil spirit who made them poor and miserable. Slobe did not disturb him now, but left him alone for a considerable while; then she.' stepped up to him softly and laid her arms around his neck, and he nestled his face in her bosom. Neither of them spoke a word. Next morning, .when the children woke up, Bed Pfeffermann was, already seated on his bench, hard at work; his arms moved briskly, as they had not done for a long time past; he even whistled a lively tune, whilst Slobe was busy preparing some breakfast. When they all met at tho table, ho pressed his wife's hand and said : "Pardon me. May tho earth swallow me up alive if I drink another drop or waste another hour of the day in idleness. Pardon me now, my beloved wife, and should you ever see me turn weak ugain, then, in the name of God, beat me or tear out my hair and whiskers." Slobe shook her head. "What good will that do us? But you will not leave tho house without my per mission, and you will give me every cent which you earn'?" "As you will have it." Only once did PfelTermann havo a re lapse, but it was sufficient for Slobo to knock at the window of tho tavern and say "Abraham!" Ho came out at once, and after having proceeded with her homewnrd, a few steps, he said : "Now 1 cat me, Slobe." "Beat you for having followed me?" she exclaimed, and commenced to laugh merrily. "No, Abraham, you deserve a kiss for that." And sho hugged him and kissed him. Autumn camo again. Pfeflermann with a large assortment of boots, such as tho peasants wear, had gone to the fair. He sold them all and hurried homo so as to arrive yet before Shubbes. When ho came up tho street, where ho had been living for so long a time, the evening star just became visible, and as he was about stepping into his dingy little shop, a strange woman met him at the door. He was surprised, and on in quiring what the matter was, she said: "Bed Pfeffermann does not live here any longer, but on the square." He hurried to the square, where all the windows were bright with the lights that shone from within the houses as if the town had been illuminated in honor of some prince; and it was a prince who had Come, it was the Sabbath. Suddenly he beheld a large sign with his name on in big letters, and above a gilt boot, and from the windows of that same hotiee shone tho bright light of seven, candles. Ho stepped into the house and 'when he had opened the door his children clung to his neck, and with clamorous joy they led him through a largo store into a co.y, beautiful room, with handsome furniture and whito curtains, in the middle of which stood tho table covered with snow white linen and the Sabbath lamp pend ing from tho ceiling. Then the kitch en door opened and Slobe came in, dressed in a comfortablo fur-jacket, and a sparkling chain around her Deck. But tho heart which beat under her fur jacket was rroro precious than all the lewels of the earth, and when she put the steaming dish upon tho table with the delicious fish, and her whito arms reached out of tho wido sleeves, Abra ham saw how sho had regained her former comeliness. Never before had ho recited tho prayer, welcoming the bride Sabbath, with greater fervor than on this evening, and when he cut the white loaves to say the benediction, two big tears dropped upon them. They were thu last which hashed. Tho Dulles "was gone, never again to return." Jlcbitit Utamlard. A Great Difference. Irate Person "See here; did you call me an 'old celibate' in your paper yes terday;" Editor "No: I called you 'an old reprobate.' " Inito Person "Oh, that's very differ ent." Life. "When I go to bed," observes a Bos ton editor, "I always try to lie still." We have no doubt of it. He has so much practice during the day. Neic Unvat Newt. $1 50 PER ANNUM HARVEST THANKSGIVING. CBJIiEBHATINO THE CLOSE OF THE HARVEST IN OEHJ1A.NY. Lord and IVnsnnt Drawing the l-'estoofieii Wajron Tlio Pastor's niesBlnjt Mcrry-mnk Injf. In Germany, writes Mary Gordcn in tho New York Observer, the close of tho harvest is celebrated by the "Ernte dankfest," or harvest thanksgiving. It is not a general festival like its Ameri can relative In New England each farmer is owner and master of tho bit of land from which, by tho sweat of his brow, he keeps the thorns and thistles, and thus all the littlo proprietors may be United and centered like a composite Mower, and blossom out into one general thanks giving. But in Germany the land remains chiefly in large estates, and the extent of these domains places the own ers so far asunder that it would be diffi cult to unite them in ono common idea. Almost every castle has, nestled down just beyond the confines of its park, a little village or "dorf," where the people live who do the work, and help carry on the estate of the gentleman. Each vil lage has its church, parsonago aud school-houso, but itho church affairs, as well as the educational, are largely in tho hands of the lord. Tito feudal idea was lone since exnloded in 1 Germany, but when tho explosion took l piaco many patticles of tho o'.d system remaiiicu iu uic air, Willi somciuing oi tho fabulous vitality ascribed to atoms of musk, for tho atmosphere about theso large isolated estates is still charged with them, and they aro very perceptible to one stepping into that air from tho untainted, almost irreverent atmosphere of America. -Everything ceutrcs in tho "Herr" or lord. Tho dwellers in tho littlo village regard the dwellers in the castle as a race of superior beings. Even the clergyman makes a humble classifica tion of himself when in the presence of this representative of a long lino of landed proprietors, and holds it a great honor, annually or semi-annually, to bo bidden to leave his simple parsonago board and sit at tho castle feast. When the noblemau and his family drive out, tho peasant pauses with bared head while the carriage passe i aud follows it with a look of pride ot the thought that he has served its proprietor so long, that his grandfather served his master's grand father, and so back through tho respec tive grandfathers of generations. Each proprietor having many people under him often hundreds arranges the Harvest Festival as best suits his convenience. It is' in reality n meiry making for his retinue of servants. When the graingcld is ready to yield up its last load of treasure a largo cart is drawn into the yard of ono of the peas ants, and tho young people gather about it and trim it with wreaths, flowers and leaf-festoons. To this are attached six or eight horses likewise decked with garlands. The cart is taken to tho field, where the loading of it goes on moro as sport than as work. When the last sheaf has been tossed up, a pole, sur mounted by a gay wreath, is stuck in the load, and tho fanciful but heavy laden vehicle rumbles and sways on its way to the village, followed by au ever growing crowd of women aud children. When the parsonage is reached tho cart stops, tho pastor comes forth with his little black skull-cap on, and a hush falls over the merriment, while the good man returns thanks for tho bounty of the harvest, and craves a blcs-ing upon its use. Then the gay proces sion resumes its jollity, and its line of march toward its destination. The wholo day, and often two, aro given up to merry-making and feasting, for which many hands have been busy for days preparing tho viand-i. One evening at least is devoted to dancing. Some large, airy burn is selected as a ball-room. The floor is swept, the walls, the hay-mows end the stalls of the cattle are profusely decorated with boughs of the linden and oak, relieved by bouquets and garlands of bright flowers. The girls bring forth the treasures of their wardrobe, and appear with bright 'ker chiefs fastened tastefully over their tightly braided flaxen locks, or with an iyiinen.se still black bow attached to trie back' of the head, as tasto or custom dic tate Often a bodice is worn over ufull, light wuit, and the-e, with the bright colored short petticoats, made of heavy woolen stulT, add greatly to the pietur esqtteness of tho whole scene. The old village fiddler for there set ms always to have been one in every village since thu time of the Nibeltingeu comes with his violin, aud furnishes tho music with a capacity for endurance which could havo been evolved only by beer and sausage. One cannot rightly say that "the light fantastic too" grows upon such broad, practical feet as go jumping over the barn floor. 'I heir daily walk is rver life's roughest paths, und that in wooden shoes ; but there is a spontaneous grace to youth, whorever found, and the enjoy ment of the older ones, who have grown stiff iu faithful service, seems not in tho least lU'irn d by a sense of the lack of it. Ofteu the servants from neighboring es tates come as guests to the festivities. The sons ftom tho castlo leave their dig nity for once, and are found turning tho iiretty peasant girl in tho dance. The ladies, who usually are present as specta tors, often have a danco or two with the overseer, who is almost always a person of some culture; but as he is not noble, to dance with him is a condescension for these dames, who roll their family 'von" as a sweet morsel under their fondues. j Schiller refers to the harvest festival in his "Song of the Hell." Lord Churchill makes Mxty ge-tur.'S a minute while speaking, or half as many as a woman who is describing her new hat to her dearest fiitttd. It is more blessed to cive than receive -uuvice. RATES OF ADVERTISING. One Sqnare, one Inch, one Insertion. .. 1 One Fqimre, one inch, one month...... t 00 One Square, one Inch, three months, W One Square, ono inch, one vrar 10 04 Two Squares, one year 1( On (Quarter Column, one rear M 00 Half Column, one year M 00 One Column, one year ...........100 to Le.ral advertisement tea conn per Hue eaatt in crtion. Starrlafje end death notice! gratia, All bills for yearly advertisements collected oner, lerly. Temporary advertUeineate meet be pal u In adrunce. Job work cash on deliver?. WAIFS OF A WORLD. Long ere Columbus in the breeze unfurled His venturous sail to hunt the setting ana Long ere be fired his first exultant gun Where strange canoes all round his flagship whirled, The unsailed ocean which the west wind curled Had borne strange waifs to Europe, one by one, Wood carved by Indian hands, and tree like none y Which men then knew, from an untrodden world. Oh for a waif from o'er that wider sea Whose margin is the grave, in which we think A gem-bepebbled continent mav bet But all In vain we catch upon the blink; No waif float up from black infinity, Whore all who venture out forever sink. The Academy. HUMOR OP THE DAY. Where does a buckboard? Botton Herald. It takes a handsome young boiler-maker to rivet himself for life. N. Y. Jour rial. It is very annoying to have a bald headed barber try to sell you a bottle of his hair elixir. Purl: ; .' A newspaper article is headed, "Earth quake Lore." That is right, the lower the better. Vittnlnira ChronirU. ' : A. musical exchange has an article on sneni jiusic. una worst oi it is mat there is altogether too littlo of the ar- Eighty-one and a quarter tons of qui nine wero used in this country during the past year, yet that did not prevent the shako in Charleston. Siftingt. "I've been digging for water to the depth of fourteen or fifteen feet, but I don't seem to get along." "Well, dig forty or fifty feet, then you'll get a long well." Hamllcr. Creditor "I'd like to know when you are going to pay that little bill of mine." Debtor "See here, I'm not going into any details with you regarding my private affairs. " The Judtjt. James Whitcomb Riley has written verses to show "What Poets Know." A grout many of them don't know when the tide is high in the editorial scrap basket. NevearkN. J.) Newt. It makes tho clothier, who sells half cottcn garments as all wool, as mad as m hornet when he finds that the grocer has palmed cotton seed oil on him as the genuine olive. I'!,ilalelphii Chronicle. "it's got to comol" said the solomn man, solemnly straining away at tho handle of a door. "What has got to come?" excitedly asked adozen bystand ers, rushing up. "Christmas 1" said tha solemn mau, solemnly, letting go the door handle. And the bystanders rushed down again. Somerville Journal. "Is any ono waiting on you?" inquired the polite salesman of a Wcstville maid en. "Well, I can't hardly tell," she Kin ai1t, rrl V rnr,liil "!3v,nf Imoa T thlnlr there is, and then again 1 aiu t certain but Will's so sort of funny, jou know," and then sho blushed again and asked to look at some laco collars. New Haven News. Keeping Up Appearances. An English visitor to Persia traveled post through that country with a native servant whoso duties included the pre- Earing of his master's meals at every alting-placc. The public houses of tha country furnished shelter only, with not so much as a chair or a table. Even a brick floor is a luxury. How the servant magnified his office under such circum stances is told in a ludicrous way: We curpeted down there on a divan of brick, and Ali kindled a fire. It was a foul place indoed. But Ali was never to be daunted; his little fire was soon burning at my feet, the wator boiling, ' tho canteen opened and ready; and then, in his swaggering way, out he comet with, "Now, zur, what you like take? What you liko take you have!" But his words were mere bombast; it was ouly an Eastern man's opening. However, I steadily replied : '"' - "Like roast beef, Ali, got?" "Ah, roat beef no got this dayl" ho would say. "Well, like mutton, Ali, gott" "Ah, muttou no got this dayl" "Like chicken, Ali, got?" "Ah, chicken no got this day!" an& go it would end, "Got eggs." This was his usual way, and nothing that 1 ever said would break him of it, but, with a soberer look, each time he would begin, "Now, zur, what you like take." as beforo, as though ho had really every delicacy of Persia at command. In this instance, however, it was not even "Got et:gs!" A Man's Memory. A man's memory is like a fine horse, says Dr. M. L. Holbrook in "How to Strengthen tho Memory." To do its best work it must have good treatment. It must neither be neglected nor over worked. It can easily be so abused by irregular and unsystematic employment as to become a cause of annoyance and discomfort; or. again, it ran't be so over worked and heavily taxed that it be comes practically tho chief organ or agent of the entire system, every other portion dwindling in comparison. The latter course is the great danger of those who value tho help of a tenacious mem ory. Both memory and a horse are val uable, not in proportion to the burdont they can carry, but in proportion to their training for tho work of a body as a whole; uud cither of them is made ef fective only by such a course of life aud training iih shall bring them up to their bent condition aud hold them there permanently. V v
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