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THE FOREST REPUBLICAN
U published arery Wednesday, by
J. S. WENK.
Offlos In Bmoarbaiigh 4 Co.'a Building
XUt STRUCT, TIONXSTA, Pa.
Trm, - - - 1 1. SO per Year.
Ne aabaeriptlona received for a snorter period
tha tarae aioDih.
Oorrapandmct aoI1eltel from all parta of tha
eoniry. aeUce will be taken of aaoojmoua
naun anlcattoaa.
The monthly product of oleomargine in
the United States is from 2,5t)0,000 to
8,000,000 pounds, tho manufacture being
mainly confined to Illinois and Kansas.
Not tho least of tho many good works
performed by the late. Jesse W. Fell of
Bloomington, 111., was the planting of
several hundred thousand forest trees in
the various towns and villages through
out the West.
Peace hath her victories no less re
nowned than. war. Mr. George M. Pull
man, the great Chicago f alace car builder,
has been knighted by King Humbert,
and will be now when ho is in Italy
6ir George Pullman.
It appears that Teofessor Wiggins
.dieted the Italian earthquake as long
. as last September. IIo located it in
Southern States and fiarrrcjla day in
tober, but slight discrepancies of three or
four thousand miles in distance or of sis
months in time do not figure much in his
rnch
calculations.
Mr. Edison, tho famous inventor, is
rapidly recuperating under the genial
skies r2"jjda. He is now at v1 00
N his elecLncniilway invention, but dStes
( .l"rf of his time to cxperimentingon
several other queer-looking machines, the
Jpurpo8esnd uses of which none save
' himself understand.
- i e aro Proraiscd this-ummer anothet
y Series of interesting international yacht
ing events, in which the Mayflower will
again take a prominent part. Mr. Burgess
lifting decided to take her to England in
June. Provided his challenge is accepted,
tho American yacht will have for a com
"i I pctitor the venerable cutter, Arrow, which
,won the Queen's Cup in a race around the
"""""ajf Wight thirty-five years ago.
! ' - - .
A tremendous, commotion has been
cattfSn Philadelphia by a lawsuit be
twewjiu.'aitliy families, growing out
y of a disputeal a cat. Ono family was
fond of cats and th'e other detested them,
f The family which doted on tabby had a
-' choice mouser, and ono day not long ago,
as ho was promenading in tho back yard,
a member of the other family . shot him
dead. First there were arrests t dis
order conduct, trespass, etc., and now
both sides nave damage suits penutng.
xrange case or aDsent-mxnaeaness
" recently came to light in tho office of the
Recorder ofeeds at Washington. In
July, 188JHkgentlemanhad a deed made
of record, also a deed of trust, Frederick
Douglass at the time being Recorder.
Subsequently a deed of release was se
cured, and last week the papers was re
" 3rVncd for further record. In examining
tbe deed it was dated as of record, July
i If, 1884, and on the back "James G.
1 Bla'me, Recorder of Deeds," in tho hand
writing ua Mr. Douglass, showing that
the late Recorder was at that time ab
sorbed in mind about the Blain boom to
such an extent as to write that gentle
, man's name where the Recorder's should
- haveappeafo
Another curious case of apparent sen
sation in a member of tho body after it
had been amputated comes from Florida.
' George W. Clay's arm was amputated,
put in a box, and buried. Soon afterward
Jie began to complain that the lingers of
the buried hand were cramped and that
there was sand between them. His
physician and his sister had the box dug
up and opened, and found the fingers
cramped and the sand between, just as
George had said. They arranged the
arm properly and reburicd it. Clay said
that while they "were gone he felt an aw
ful pain in tho amputated arm, and 'then
eaine a sensation of great relief, and there
was no longer tho old cramped sensation
Vn the arm.
The Boston Courier thinks "some in-
gepous lawyer mignt turn on uonesv
prf into larger coiu by publishing a
ilbookof the abusive things a man
' say to or of his enemy "without in
curring tho iienalty of tho statute of li
bels. It is said to be allowable to call a
man a crank) but suppose one called his
adversary an alderman or any term of
similarly deep opprobrium, what then?
Many a man with a very pretty talent for
interpretation is living a hampered and
unfruitful existence in consequence of
painful doubts as to what he may or may
not say. A tabulated statement of the
epithets explicitly or by implication al
lowed by the law, would relieve and
guido these perplexed and harrassed
' spirits, and be of inestimable value in pro-
' motiegthe well being of society iu gen
eral, since the anger which expends itself
in words is not left to smoulder into ran
corous deed uud to substitute for the
harmless wounds of the tongue injuries
doie poUnt and enduring."
VOL. III. NO. 52.
TO MOTHER.
In my heart a tender song;
Baa been Bounding very long,
For its tones so wondrous sweet
Ware theflrst my ear to greet,
And shall be the last to roll
Over my departing soul ;
&was heard in hours of pain
ne in patience for my gain,
vas sung to bush my cries,
Itas shown In loving eyea,
It wa taught my lisping tongue,
And I would it might be sung
Sweet as angels sing above
The pure song of mother's love!
Mother'ave! Oh, who shall measure
All the meanings this may treasure!
Weary years of toil and sorrow,
Hopes the sinking heart would borrow,
Prayers that rise through of tears,
Fond devotion fringed with fears,
Self-denial, asking none,
Faith, whose course is never run
'Mother's love! it never quails,
Till a last the great soul fails,
And the trembling hands ara dropped,
And the dauntless heart is stopped 1
Thou in vain regret we pine
For that mother's love divine.
O my mother ! no w to you
May my gratitude be trW
Summer has been full of storm,
Winter now enfolds your form,
And your head begins to show
Traces of the falling snow,
'Yt't would I each eare erase
From that dear fumiliar face.
Bring your eyes the happy glow
Of your childhood lung ago,
Be one child who did not wait
To return before too late
Mother'a love, kiss, and caruss,
All her latest days to bless.
-Richard L. Dauson, in the Current.
"OLD MRS. COLE."
,. A. WEISS.
"Well, I do declare, Mrs. Stebbins!
So you've been up to Barnville, and never
let a soul of us know ulmut it?"
"Oh," said Mrs. Stcbbin3, as she
alighted from a wagon at her own door,
and shook hands with Miss Naylor, who
happened to bo passing, "you see, I only
weut for a day und a night, so didn't
think it worth while to advertise it on the
church-door! I wanted to buy some dry
goods and kitchen things, and they're
cheaper in Barnvillo than in a little place
like this. And besides, there's my niece,
Maria, whom I hadn't seen since her last
baby was born, and she and the baby both
in poor health. So I thought I might as
well go up, and' so kill two birds with
one stone."
"To-be-sure! And how did you find
Maria and the baby? And how are all
the folks in Barnville?"
"Well, I was glad to find them two
lpoking pretty smart and spry ; and as for
the rest, I didn't hear of anybody being
sick or in trouble, unless 'twas old Mrs.
Cole."
"Ah! So old Mrs. Cole's sick?" said
Miss Naylor, with n look of" aroused inter
est. "And what is it ails her this time?"
"Why, nothing much, I reckon. I did
hear Marin holler to little Betty Cote, and
ask how her gran'ma was to-day ; and she
said 'bout the same as yesterday. Maria
asked if the fever was gone down; but
just then Jeems came in to dinner, so I
didn't hear the rest, and forgot to ask
Maria about Mrs. Cole."
JfWell, well! I'm sorry to hear she's
yi, poor soul! for she's a good woman,
imi we can't easy afford to spare such.
But she's well on in years, and I've been
ruther cxpectin' to hear oflier being took
down, considerin' she's over sixty. But
law me ! I musn't keep you staudin' here
in the street, and you just come home.
Good-by ! and depend upon mc for comin'
round soon to see what pretty things
you've brought."
With this Miss Naylor turned away,
and with her basket on her arm pro
ceeded to the store for a supply of groce
ries. There she found Mrs. Brown, the house
carpenter's wife, engaged iu cheapening
calico.
"You ain't as smart as Miss Stebbins,"
said Miss Naylor, as the two critically
examined the quality of the calico. "She's
been up to Barnville, and laid in a lot of
dry-goods and things, for tho sake of
saving about twenty-live cents or so. For
my part, I go for encouraging home
trade."
"Well, I don't know," Mrs. Brown re
plied, doubtfully. "Seems to me every
body's bound to look out for their own
interest, and I confess I'd bo willing to
go a little out o' tho way to save twenty
five cents. But what did Sally Stebbins
say was the news in Barnville? '
"Nothing, except that old Miss Cole's
down with lever. Miss Stebbins said she
was no better when she left. She's over
sixty, and I wouldn't be surprised to hear
of her death any minute.
"I wonder if John Cole's wife knows
of it? She ought to be told, for her hus
band's mother was second cousin to old
Mrs. Cole, and they've got the same
family name, and always been friendly
If she dies, they'll of course go to the
funeral, us they did when the old man
died, four years ago."
Then Miss Nay lot turned to the grocer
ies, and Mrs. Brown, having concluded
her bargain by jHTsuadiug the merchant
to take a basket of dried apples in part
payment for his goods, left tho store and
took her way homeward, Well pleased.
Meeting a neighbor ou the way, the
two stopped to exchange greetings and
inquire the news.
"That reminds me," said Mrs. Brown,
promptly. "I've jest this minute parted
from 'Liza Naylor, and she told me that
she'd seen Mrs. Stebbins, who's jest from
Barnville, aud left old Mrs. Cole as low
as could be with fever. 'Liza said they
were every minute expecting her death,
TIONESTA. PA, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 21 1881
and she's no doubt gone by this time,
poor soul. She thinks Jane Cole will go
to the funeral, if she knows of the old
lady's death."
"Why, of oursc, they ought to send a
message and let 'em know," replied Mrs.
Miller. "They're their own kin, though
not very nigh; and nafrally they'd go to
the funeral."
Mrs. Miller turned aside two squares to
speak to Fanny Bates, Mr. John Cole's
wife's sister. Miss Bates was seated at
her window sewing, aud Mrs. Miller
called to her:
"Say, Fanny, does your sister Cole
know "that old Mrs. Cole of Barnville's
dead?"
"Dead? Good gracious! you don't say
so?" said Miss Bates, dropping her work
and leaning out of the window. "Do
come in and tell."
"Well, I can't conveniently stop jest
now, as it s time to be putting on dinner,
and Hiram's so particular. But I'v jest
this minit hecrd from Mrs. Brown that
the old lady was a-dying yesterday, when
Mrs. Stebbins left Barnville, and of
course, the funeral will bo to-morrow.
Wonder if your sister Cole will go("
"I don't know as she's heard of it,"
Miss Fanny Bates answered, in some ex
citement. "But I'll go right round and
see. We never heard she was sick, or
Jane would have gone up to see her,
though commonly there ain't much visit
ing between 'em."
Mrs. John Cole was busy making ap
ple dumplings when her sister rushed into
the kitchen.
"Jane oh, my! I'm most out o'
breath. Have you heard of old Mrs,
Cole's death in Barnville?"
Mrs. John dropped the dumpling which
she was just rounding symmetrically in
the palms oilier bands.
'Good gracious, Fanny! you've given
me a turn. When did she die? and how
did you hear it?"
"She was dying when Mrs. Stebbins
left Barnville vesterdav, and Mrs. Miller
says the funeral will be to-morrow."
"And they never sent me a word of
message! Well, that beats! But then
wc ought to make allowance for folks,
when there's a death in the family, and
so much grief and trouble, and such a lot
of things to attend to. Besides, it
mightn't be convenient to get a horse
and a boy to come fifteen miles to let us
know ; so all the same, we'll go to the
funeral. 'Twouldn't look friendly, nor
like kin, not to do so; and you can go
can go along with us, Fanny, being
John's sister-in-law. They'd take it
kindly of you."
"And there's Mrs. Hill," said Fanny,
"She's some sort o' kin to tho Coles on
the old man's side. Maybe she and her
daughter would like to go, as they've
got i carryall of their own. 1 11 just run
round and let tier know."
Mrs. John returned to her dumplings,
with a deep sigh.
"It does seem heartless and unlecling
to be making applc-dumblhigs for dinner
and one s husband s kin lying dead in
her coffin," 6he remarked to her half
crown daughter. "Luckv, there's that
cake we made for Sunday's meeting,
I'll take it with me, for there'll be a sight
of folks from a distance come to the
funeral, and some of 'em will have to
stay to dinner. Aud you can get a good
basket of grapes out of the garden,
Lizzie. They're early and wou't come in
amiss."
"And we must have nlentv of white
flowers, you know, ma," said Lizzie, in
lively excitement und anticipation; "and
I'll wear a black sash with my white
dress, like Judge Martin's daughters at
old Miss Martin's funeral."
We'll all wear our black dresses,"
said Mrs. Cole. "It looks more respect
ful-like; and I'm told it's the fashion at
funerals, even where there's no kiu."
So, next morning, bright and early,
two vehicles were seen to leave the little
village, closely crowded with black
robed figures, most of whom carried
wreathes and bunches of white flow
ers. Iu this part of the country it was the
custom to have all "buryings" at precise
ly one o'clock, so the party had no fear
of being too late for the funeral.
. , t- i , . i . '
-nr. jonn L-oie urove uis own wagon,
aud Mrs. Hill lid's, containing her daugh
ter and a couple of neighbors, who, hav
ing a slight acquaintance with the Barn
ville Coles, considered it but friendly
and respectful to the family to attend
the funeral.
They went at a brisk rate until they
approached Barnville, whose principal
street they entered U proper and be
coming funeral pace.
"It does seem to me ai if a sort o'
shaddcr hangs over the place to-day,"
Mrs. Hill observed, as she looked from
under her spectacles at the people pass
ing. "Poor old lady! her death will be
felt, for a better woman never lived."
"Look! there's the house, with the
parlor-windows shet, and, 1 declare, lit
tie Jemmy Cole carrying in cheers!"
"And just see that pile of old ivy rub
bish at the foot of tho back steps!
They've been fixing up the parlor with
gurlings on the walls," said another.
"Aud vouder's the minister, across at
the 'pothecary's. talking to Jeems Cole
himself !" exclaimed Mr. Cole. "And
he iu his every-day cljtlu-s, anil looking
not a bit downcast. Well, I suppose
he hasn't had time to dress!"
They alighted at the front door, where
they were met by Master Johnny, who.
suddenly bolting out, nearly knocked
down stout Mrs. Hill before ho knew it.
"Well, Johnny, how are you?" said
Mrs. John, in r. tone of commiseration.
"And how is your poor ma, Johnny ("
"She's very" well, I thunk yer, ma'am!"
answered Johnny, with parrot-like polite
ness, while staling round uon the visit
ors with a beaming countenance.
"Well, Johnny, show us the way, and
go and let your folks know that we're
here. He don't seem to care a bit," she
added, as the loy bkipped off; "but
then," looking oround ou her own cs'tr-
en
LLC Jul
If
eyed offspring, "children never can realize
the awfulness of death."
They walked solemnly into the parlor,
the door of which Johnny had proudly
thrown open, and seating themselves in
a black row against the wall, rigidly
awaited the appearance of one of the
family.
"It's mighty strange that the coffin
isn't in here," whispered Miss Bates.
"And such a show of flowers I All sorts
of colors, too !"
"I smell cake," said Mrs. Hill.
Just then Master Johnny's voice was
distinctly heard, calling at the head of
the kitchen-stairs:
Besst I say, Bess! Here's a lot of
folks come to the circus !"
"Gracious goodness!" said Mrs. Cole.
"Did you ever?" whispered Mrs. Hill.
And the two young Coles suppressed a
giggle.
Presently Master 1 ommy came skipping
back.
"I told 'cm," he announced, briefly.
'Gran'ma's coming now."
A little stir as the ladies settled them
selves primly in their seats.
"lie quiet nowl" whispered Airs, cole
to her daughter. "They're bringing in
the cothn."
The door opened, and there entered
portly, pleasant-faced old lady, who sunt
ingly held out her hand to the visitors.
They all simultaneously started to theii
feet, with various amazed exclamations
"Why, the land's sake!"
"Have mercy on us!"
"Why Mrs. Cole!"
The old lady stopped short, looking al
most as surprised and bewildered as th
visitors.
A dead silence ensued, then all looked
from Mrs. Cole at each other.
"It seems there has been a mistake, '
said Mr. John Cole, who at this instant
opportunely entered, having stopped
outside to fasten his horses.
His wife nudged him, but he was be
yond controling his feelings at this mo
ment, and bursting into a laugh, he seized
the old lady's hands in both his own.
"I declare, Cousin Cole, I'm delighted
to see you looking so well never saw you
looking better in my life. And to think
ha, ha, ha ! to think we've all come fif
teen miles to your funeral 1"
"To Bessie's wedding, you mean !" said
the old lady, still looking bewildered.
"Wedding! Is Bessie going to be mar
ried?" And then, perforce, there were expla
nations, to the great mortification of the
visitors and the greater amusement of the
old lady.
As to Master Tommy, his delight knew
no bounds, and he dashed into the yard
and fairly rolled on the grass in his con
vulsive merriment.
"Now that you have so kindly come to
my funeral," said the old lady, smilingly,
"you must of course stay to tho wedding.
It was kept a secret till yesterday, and
there'll be only a few relatives and inti
mate friends nobody invited out of
town. But we will be glad to have you
stay."
And tbey did stay, being so hospitably
pressed by the family, Mrs. John Cole
consoling herself with the thought of the
cake and fruit that she had brought along
a suitable offering for a wedding.
And that evening, by a bright moon
light, the funeral procession that had in
the morning lugubriously entered Barn
ville drove gaily away from the wedding,
and all tho way homeward indulged in
reflections upon the gossipping folks who,
out of a slight cold and fever, could have
mado up a story of a death and funeral.
Saturday Night.
PulTerizing Stones by Air.
A new discovery in mechanics was in
vestigated recently at Moutreal by Erastus
Wiman and a party of New Yorkers, who
came there for this special object. The
result accomplished by the discovery is
the pulverization or grinding of the
hardest substances by the action of air set
in motion resembling that of a cyclone.
The air is confined in an iron chamber not
larger than an ordinary house furnace. 1
At a test given in the paint factory of
MeDougall, Logic & Co., where the ma
chine has been in operation for six months
past, nails, iron, slag, and flint rock were
reduced to a powder, while the operation
was equally effective with phosphates,
mica, asbestos, rice hulls, aud other pulpy
aud soft substances.
The device is very inexpensive, and,
so far as the investigation showed, ac
complishes results so inqwrtant as to
point to a revolution in pulverizing and
grinding operations in numerous depart
ments of the trade. New York Sun.
An Orchestra of Convicts.
The island of Noumia has w hat is ac
knowledged to be the best orchestra in
the southern hemisphere, and it is com
posed entirely of convicts. Its comple
ment averages about 120 pieces, and the
whole is under the direction of a former
leader in the Grand Opera, who is "doing
lifetime" for murder. Twice a week, on
Thursdays and Sundays, tho band plays
three hours in the public square, and all
the officials und business element of the
capital make use of the time and place as
a sort of clearing house for Uieir social
obligations. The bund plays music of a
high class, and, as in 1SS1, Noumia was
the only place in tho southern world
where Wagner's music could be heard,
many music lovers came from Australia
expressly to hear it. Oakland (Cat.) Tri
bune. Wuil of u Sufferer.
As a great moral agent a woman is a
yard wide and all wool, but as a book
agent she cuts a swath a mile wide ami
never misses a victim. We would muc h
rather have a friend Kur a pitcher of
common molasses down our back than to
lie interviewed by a lady book agrnt
whose mouth resembles a crack iu a lemon
and w tne nose looks like uu exclama
tion point u a whirlwind. Aurtiu (J'4.)
SLaterm in.
witmn.
$1 50 PER ANNUM
AMUSING A MILLIONAIRE.
DROLL WHIMS OF SOME RICH NEW
YORKERS.
A Gilded Dude and His Variegated
Vests Betting on Chicken In
cubator, Etc., Etc.
It is by no means easy to tell what
will amuse a millionaire, writes Blakely
Hall in the New York World. I know
a little chap who inherited a vast fortune
ou Monday and developed a hot-blooded
craze for variegated waistcoats within
the week. He would wander about his
accustomed haunts with a distraught and
expectant look for days at a time. AVe
knew by that that something new in
waistcoats was impendiug, and when
it was finally produced its owner's face
glowed with a mellow radiance that was
infnntile and touching. There was, just
before the holidays, a period of gloom,
despondency and sorrow so lengthened
and austere that great apprehensiou was
felt, but it was cleared sway by the ap
pearance on Fifth avenue, one bright
December day, of about the most amaz
ing thing in waistcoats that the century
has seen. It consisted iu'thc main of brill
iant yellow, with a dashing superstruc
ture of purple and gold stars. Scattered
about were fac similes of the owner's
coat-of-nrms in silver and mimic repre
sentations of his crack race-horse taking
a hurdle bedecked with his colors. It
was bound in white cord and the buttons
were works of art in bronze and gold.
At present the youth rejoices in the pos
rcssion of 170 waistcoats. I speak by tho
card, for I've seen them.
I saw nearly a hundred million dollars
in a state of rapt and intense excitement
at a chicken show one night in the Madi
son Square Garden. Three great mill
ionaires sat around a patent incubator
with their watches in their hands betting
on the eggs that lay under the glass plate.
Every few seconds an egg would break
and a chick crawl out with an air of
pained reluctance. Then the other chicks
would pounce on it hospitably and try to
take away its new-found life. One ol
the three men would pick out a likely egg
and the others would wager their money
for and against the chance of the chicken
being born and surviving the attacks of
its fellows.
There is among the frequenters of Del
monico's a small, pudgy and blase gentle
man who recently inherited, through the
death of his sturdy old father, means of
discouraging amplitude. Prior to this
acquisition of wealth he was a timid and
inoffensive young person, distinguished
by nothing more remarkable than weak
eyes and the aroma of cheap cigarettes,
but when he grew rich he developed a
fondness indeed a passion for sitting
in the cafe snugly esconced behind a huge
collar and staring hotly at his reflection in
a mirror. Ho pursues this pastime with
undeviating devotion day after day, only
pausing at times to raise his chin, fix a
waiter with his autocratic eye and drawl:
"Heah, fellow! S'm absinthe." He isn't
very popular.
In many instances, the richer the man
the simpler his idea of amusement. It is
no unusual sight to see one of New York's
rich men driving a Fifth avenue stage up
or down town, with the regular driver
sitting calmly at ids side, aud i have often
seen the son of tho late President of the
Eighth Avenue Railroad Company drive
tho big sixteen-horse sweeper down town
after a heavy fall of snow. As everybody
knows, two millionaires drove a daily
coach from the Hotel Brunswick to Pel
ham every day last season just for amuse
ment's sake, while two other affluent
members of the Knickerbocker Club
manned a Third avenue car during the
hottest days of the strike and mado the
trip to the city Hall and back in safety.
But the amusements of millionaires are
not all so innocent as these. One of the
most brutal and savage prize-fights I ever i
saw was in the stable of a man who owns
a magnificent country place on tho Hud
son. The men had fought to a standstill
and were clinging to one another feebly
to keep from falling, while the blood
dripped from a dozen wounds and their
faces were battered out of all human
semblance, but the crowd of pallid and
nervous moneyed men urged them piti
lessly on. There are three well-known
New York club men of great wealth who
have no higher ambition than this.
Gifted with vast fortunes aud in com
mand of limitless possibilities, they have
no interests outside tho doings of pugi
lists, plug uglies and bruisers, and are
happiest when watching two fellow-men
struggling to see which can inflict the
most injury on the other.
A whimsical man of wealth amused
himself during the long nights last sum
mer by dining in his library aud feeding
un urmy of cats that prowled about the
yard, lie would eat a little uud then
hangout of the window with a bit of
bird in his hand und converse at great
length with the cats while they struggled
and fought below4 After tantalizing
them sufficiently he would toss the mor
sel to tliein and then hug himself de
lightedly w hile the cuts clawed each other
in their efforts to get at the food. The
millionaire was always attended on such
occasions by a smug-faced and reticent
butler, who regarded his vagaries with
the most austere disapproval. After every
ex-apade with the cats the millionaire
would chuck the inorot,c butler under the
chin roguishly aud, resuming his scat,
pepper the unhappy servitor with bread
crumbs during the rei-t of the dinner.
It's a great thing to Ik- a millionaire.
The members of the Japanese legation
t Wushingtou find u great fascination iu
the American game of poker.
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THE MISSION OF THE LILIES.
Go, lilies, with your dew-dimmed eyea;
For, ere another sun shall rise,
My lady hies her to the ball.
And, while sweet strains of music faQ
About her, shell, my seraph-sweet,
Crush hearts 'neath satin-slippered feet;
While I well, why should I be sad
Who find it bliss to know her gladl
But you must fill your envious part,
Reposing on my Lady's heart.
So,
Go;
Go, lilies, go!
Upon her heart 1 O lilies fair,
When you are softly nestling there,
Watch all its throbbings wondrous we'd
For then, perchance, who who can tell
Hut that her heart your eyes may sea
(Jive just one gentle throb forme?
And if it should why, then I know
One of you'll live to tell mo so.
So.
Go;
Go, lilies, got
Harold It. Vynne.
HU3I0R OF THE DAT.
Cutting a swell Lancing a boiL
Wc haven't much of a navy, but some
of tho young officers are the best dancers
in Washington. Puck.
There are a few good Indians out West.
One of them has just been exhumed in
a petrified condition. Puck.
The average woman is considered too
delicate to shoulder a musket, but
nobody questions her right to bare arms.
He who has too much to do with tho
"ante" usually ends by having consider
able dealings with the "uncle." Botton
Courier.
"I wouldn't be a fool if I were you,"
said Jones to a friend. "If you were ma
you wouldn't be a fool," was the reply. -
Judge.
"Needles" is the name of a town ia
California. It is a sharp little town, with
one eye constantly open to its own in
terests. That's sew. Danmille Dreete.
" Oh whistle and I'll come to you, my lad,"
She promised with girlish bravado.
But she started on a run the other way
When he started out on the Mikado.
Somenille Journal.
"Which will you have, chloroform or
laughing gas? " said the dentist to his
patient, about to have a tooth pulled.
"Ethei will answer," said the customer.
Wasp.
What time the solar rays begin
To dissipate the storm
The robin on the lawn rakes in
At dawn the early worm,
And then the skies no longer frown,
Then tlow the brooks erst frozen.
And '"niee fresh eggs" at once drop down
To tweniy cents a dozen.
Boston Courier.
A Western town has a female sheriff.
Recently she arrested a man, and he,
hoping to flatter her to let him escape,
told her she was the handsomest woman
he ever saw. And did she let him
escape ? No ! She wouldn't let that
man out of her sight, nnyway, but wanted
him around all the time. Trickery is
sure to fail in the end. Texiu Siftingt.
(Jueer Things About Money.
A woman who bought an old-fashioned
bureau at a second-hand store in Cincin
nati discovered a secret drawer in it
which contained fl.UOO iu gold nnd old '
bank bills.
Money was so scarce in certain coun
ties of Southwestern Texas during the
earlier part of tho winter, that in some in
stances the skins of javelina hogs were
used as a circulating medium, and 'poss
sum skins were frequently offered in
liquidation of grocery bills.
John Monroe.n young man living with
his widowed sister in the northern part
of Georgia, was digging a hole for a po
tato biu in his cellar, when his spade
broke open an earthen pot containing
$1,480 in gold. The coin had been buried
by his sister's husband during the war,
and subsequently forgotton.
A young farmer in Des Moines County,
la., who had saved up $ J00 iu bank bills,
wrapped a piece of paper around them
uud stuck the roll up the chimney in his
iK'droom for safe-keeping. One cold af
ternoon his mother put a stove in the
room and built a rousing fire in it, and
when the young man returned to supper
only the charred remnants of the notes
could be found.
Some months ago a lady living iu But
ler, Ga., through fear of the depredations
of tramps, put $110 in bunk notes in a
pastelwianl box and buried it in the yard
near the wood pile. Hecently she went
out to get it and found that box aud bills
had been badly mutilated by wood lice,
She sent the notes to the banks which is
sued them for redemption.
The pet cat belonging to Mrs. Lucy
Cain, of Hannibal, Mo., brought a mouse
into the parlor recently, and with it a
small piece of paper money. Mm. Cain
thought nothiug about the occurrence
until she discovered that a roll of bills
was missing from her bureau drawer.
Then she put two and two together, and
began a vigorous search of the premises.
The missing bills were finally unearthed
in a coiner of the cellar, where a colony
of mice had made a nest of them.
( 'lange For a Quarter.
We imagi'io that very few people think
that a quaK' i- of a dollar can be changed
215 different ways. The pieces used in
making the changes are the tweuty-ceut
piece, ten-cent piece, five-cent piece,
three-cent piece, two-cent piece, uuil one
cent piece. To able to make all tho
changes would require one twenty-cent
piece, two ten-cent pieces, five five cent
pieces, eight three-cent picet s.twelve two
cent piece, and twenty -live one cent
pin es, making in all liftj -three pieces nf
inonev, representing $l.li. Ajcutt Jler-a!J.