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The oldest employes in the Postal De
partment in 'Washington are James II.
Marr, eighty-one years old, ami Inzo
Lawrcnson, eighty-four. Both were ap
pointed by Andrew Jackson in 1831.
Professor Buird says fishes can live to
be 150 years old. We don't doubt this
in the least. Thry arc always the largest
fishes too. That is the kind that always
breaks away from the hook at the very
last moment, and never is seen again.
The electric well or pit in Taliaferro
County, Ga., still continues to cure severe
cases of chrouic rheumatism. The well
is located on the side of a small moun
tain four miles from the Sharon station,
on the Georgia railroad. It was dug lust
summer in a search for gold.
Tha Rev. John White, a colored
preacher of Greenwood. Ark., who will
be 103 years old in July, has taken out a
license to marry Mrs. Edie Smith, who is
a giddy girl of sixty-five summers. The
Rev. John has been preaching eighty-one
years, and has married twice.
A German paper says that extraordi
nary activity is displayed at the Krupp
Works in Essen, and that new buldings
,'are required to enable the works to com
plete the orders for guns for the German
Government within the specified time.
This is not a sign of peace by any means.
A physician, referring to the custom of
traveling on sleeping cars with the berths
made up with their heads towards the
engine, said: ''It is certainly bad for the
brain of the sleeper, as it is not natural,
id it is no wonder that so many trav
elers, especially those who have been on
the road exclusively, experience bad ef
fects from it."
The plan of throwing abridge over the
Straits of Messina, that separate Sicily
from Italy, will, when consummated, be
one of the most striking feats of modern
engineering. The place selected is where
the channel is -two and one-half miles
wide and three hundred and sixty-one
feet deep, and two piers will support a
viaduct of steel rails to a height of three
hundred and twenty-eight feet above the
water.
A Springfield (Mass.) man has discov
ered what has long been pretty well known .
that the real mission of the mosquito is
to purify. He had two hogsheads tilled
with water, and into one he put a lot ol
wrigglers or embryo mosquitoes. The
water free from the wrigglers soon be
came foul, but that containing them re
mained sweet. So he concludes that
mosquitoes keep our swamps from be
coming foul and pestilent. 1
There is a specimen in the United
States mint which illustrates how a coin
may become famous without the least
premonition. In 1349 a law passed Con-
gress ordering 00 gold pieces to be
struck. One piece was struck. Some
thing happened that delayed the work,
and the year closed. Then, of course,
the dies had to be destroyed, as no more
of that date could be legally issued. It is
marked "unique," was the only one struck
and hence is 'priceless.'
There are local developments of co-op- '
eration throughout the country that are
interesting reading. The great Cumbria
iron works at Johnstown, Penn., which
employ! 6,500 persons, has decided to
make its 'ompany store' a co-operative
concern, ft sells $1, 000,000 a year in
goods. 1 - capital will be $200,000.
Holdings 11 any one person, are limited.
'Dividends cannot go above ten per cent.
Stcxjfholders have a first claim of six per
cent. Then all purchasers of $10 worth
of goods. have three percent, off; then
the stockholders, if there is still further
profit, may have their dividend raised to
ten per cent. Above ten per cent, all
profit goei to customers in a rebate on
purchases.
Colonel W. L. Utley, who recently dud
at Racine, Wisconsin., was "the owner of
the last slave on American soil," savs a
correspondent of the Milwaukee Scitiitl.
When he was in Tcnne ssce with his regi
ment, a colored boy escaped from his
master and sought refuge in the Colonel's
. tent. The owner came into camp the
next day and demanded the surrender of
his property, but Colonel I'tley refused to
give up the boy. Several years afterward
the slave-owner brought suit in the United
States Court in the Milwaukee District
for damages, and secured a verdict of
11,000, which Colonel Utley paid.
'"This," says the correspondent, "was the
last judgment of the kind. Colonel
Utley applied to Congress for relief, and
more than ten years after the emancipa
tion proclamation he was indemnified by
the government fur the mnucy he gave
for the bov's, freedom.''
HOME.
Oh! what is home? that sweet companionship
Of life the better part;
The happy smile of welcome on the lip
Upspringing from the heart.
It is the eagr cla-p of kindly hands,
The long remembered tone,
The ready sympathy which understands
All feeling by ita own.
The rosy cheek of little children pressed
To ours in loving glee;
The presence of our dearest and our beet,
Jo matter where we be.
And, failing this, a prince may homeless live,
Though palace walls are nigh ;
And, having it, a desert shore may give
The joy wealth cannot buy.
Far reaching as the earth remotest span,
Widespread as ocean foam,
One thought is sacred In the breast of man
It is the thought of home.
That little word his human fate shall bind
With destinies above,
F or there the home of his immortal mind
Is in God's wider love.
THE OLD SETTLER.
HE ENLIGHTENS LITTLE PELEQ.
"Grandpop," said little Peleg, as he
fingered a still-springed patent clothes
pin, and cast a giance at the old cat that
lay snoozing in the splint-bottom rock
ing chair, "Grandpop," said he, "what
are the wild waves saying?"
The Old Settler looked up from the
pages of the local paper, in which he was
reading an account of a hog-guessing
match that had come oil over at the Cor
ners, fie scowled over his spectacles at
Peleg, who fitted the clothespin carefully
on his nose and closed his mouth to see
how long he could hold his breuth.
"I hain't heerd no wild waves a yellin'
anything very loud lately, ez I knows
on," said the OM Settler. "W'ich wild
waves is it th't M'riar! Whack that
young'un on the back or he'll bust ev'ry
gizzard he's got !"
Peleg had hung on to his breath until
his eyes begun to bulge out, and his face
was as red as his grandfather's nose. He
succumbed to the inevitable before his
grandmother could give him the whack.
He opened his mouth and started his
lungs to working egain. but left the
clothespin on his nose. His grandfather
glared at him for a moment, and then
said :
"W'ich wild waves is it th't yerspeakin'
of?"
"Theb that rips and roars arou'd Co
ney's Ilud," replied Peleg, his utterance
stopped by the pressure of the clothespin
on 111s nose.
The Old Settler reached for his cane.
"Peleg!'' exclaimed his grandmother,
"take that clothespin offen your nose!
Ye gimme a cold in the head to hear ye !
What was ye meanin' ter say?"
Peleg removed the clothespin and re
peated his remark. "Them that rips and
roars around Coney's Island ; that's what
I said. What are they saving, grand
pop?" "Coney's Island!" exclaimed the Old
Settler. "Wat in Sam Hill do you know
'bout Coney's Island, or 'bout any wild
waves ez mowt or ez mowtn't be a rippin'
an' a roarin' ?"
"The new school ma'am from town
boards to Bill Simmons' 3," replied Peleg,
"and t'other night she was telling us
about Coney's Island. She's been there
lots, and she told us that she could set
on the bank down there and listen to
what the wild waves was saying all day
long. I asked her what they was saying,
and she said: 'Oh! much, little boy!'
She didn't say how much or what it was,
and I asked hill Simmons if he knowed,
and he said he did but wasn't giving it
away. "Go ak yer grandpop,' Bill Buid.
'If he can't tell you,' says Bill, 'the
world's coming to an end.' " That's how
I come to ask you, grandpop. Can't you
tell me?"
"Yes, b'gosh, I kin!" exclaimed the
Old Settler, shaking his fist in the direc
tion of the Simmons homestead. "I kin
tell ye ! Them wild waves is a savin', an'
they're yoopin' it out so's it kin be heerd
from Coney's Island to sundown, th't the
bes' thing you kin do is to keep shet o'
that Bill Simmons, or thaz a shingle out
thar in the yard that'll make the proper
est kind of a paddle, an' if that paddle is
made an' used you'll hef to stun' up fer
more'n a week w'en ye eat yer slap-jacks
an' 'lasses! That's w'at them wild waves
is savin', Peleg, an' it's yer poor ol' gran'
pop th't's teliin' ye so,"b'gosht'lmighty,
an' ye won't listen!"
Peleg sat down by the side of the
splint-bottom rocking chair. He said
nothing, i.ut thought to himself, as he
toyed with the clothespin, that if the
wild waves had said all that to the
schoolma'm, she must have been more
than pleased at their remarks about the
paddle and the slap-jacks. The Old Set
tler picked up his paper again. Peleg's
grandmother took her knitting and went
off to the "sett in' " room, and his grand
father, after finishing the account of the
hog guessing which stated that Pete
Hellriggle had won the hog and remark
ing that if Pete didn't trade the hog off
for a bar'l o' cider the winnin' o' it'd be
1 a lucky thing fer his fam'ly, ez they'd
I ben browsin' on sassyfrax all winter, he
turned to Peleg uud said:
"Yes. my sou, that's w'at them wild
1 waves is sayin', uu' ez yer gran'mammy
hain't in heurin' to git worried at our
I talkin', I'll tell ye w'at some wild waves
! done to nie wunst. Them waves didn't
say nothin', but they jit got up an' done.
This happened w'en I were a boy,consid'
able many year ago. Twere on the
ninth day of April, 1802, in the arter-
noon. I were jist coruin seven year old.
Ther' had ben a big rain fer two or three
days, an' I know'd th't Sloplick Creek
niut be jist right fer sucker fishin', an' so
I sneaked my pap's ches'uut pole an'
ho&shair line oiiteu the baru an' cut cn
lota fer the big bend o' the creek, w'kh
were jist over a raise o' ground from our
cabin in the clearin', maybe four or five
rod away, but out o' sight, 'cause 'twere
in the gulley, twenty-five foot lower'n
the clearin'. An' speakin' o' sucker fish
in', sonny, ye'll see, 'fore I git through
with this leetle anecdote, th't th' was
suckers in the creeks in them days. Th'
haint none in 'em now, but thuz a many
o' one outen the creeks, an' big tin's,
too. Wall, w'en I come in sight o' whar
ol' Sloplick orter been jist more th'n bil
ing, owin' to the hard rains, I almos'
tumbled back in a faintin' fit. Th'
wa'n't no Sloplick thar! The bed o' the
creek were dryer'n a salt herrin' I Ez furez
I could see "down the creek, a picked
chicken couldn't a ben no barer th'n
them rocks on the bottom was. The
creek had a fall o' more'n twenty foot to
the miled, an' even in low water went
down by thar, on its way to the river
three miled below, like a peeled hemlock
log down roll way, an' thar she were,
arter all them rains, dry an' empty from
bank to bank. Peleg, i were skeert, and
I tuck to tremblin' wuss th'n a hungry
dog at daylight on a frosty morn
in'. I thort the world were comin'
to an end right thar an' then. Pooty
soon I got stiddy enough to look up the
creek, an' then I were skeert wuss'n ever,
fer 'bout a quarter of a miled away, in
that direction, thar were the creek agoin'
up stream ez fast ez it could tear! Goin'
right up that big grade o' twenty foot to
the miled, Peleg, like a train o' keers!
W'en I see that I jist flopped right down
an waited fer the 'arthquakes an' Gab'rel
to come followin' along, acrackin' an'
atootin'. I laid thar aw'ile, but they
didn't neither on 'em come, an' the creek
kep' aclimbin' up to'ards its headwaters,
zif it'd ben sent fer to come back hum
an' hadn't no time to spare gittin' thar.
It were movin' back'urds in a flood more'n
thirty foot high, ez nigh ez I could jedge
from seein' the gable end of it, and pooty
soon I noticed that th' were a heap o"
commotion on the edge of it.
" 'Wall,' says I to myself, gittin' up
onter my feet, 'th' can't be nothin' to
hurt a teller in a flood th't's doin' its
best to run away from him like
that,' says I, 'an' so I guess I'll
quit waitin' fer Gabr'el an' the 'arth
quakes,' says I, 'an' '11 jist start arter that
creek an' see w'at's a ailin' on it to
make it go an' cut up that way,' says I.
"So away I dug ez tight ex my legs'd
carry me, but the creek had got such a
start o' me that it tuck me a good half
hour 'tore 1 ketched up with it. An' ez
soon ez I did ketch up with it, my son, I
see to wunst w'at were ailin' on it. Ye
must know, to git the hang o' this, Peleg,
th't suckers starts fer the creeks on the
fust high water th't comes in the spring,
an' th't they gether together by the boat
load at the mouths of creeks waitin' fer
the flood th't tells 'em things is ready fer
'em up the creek, an' then up they go.
That had been an onusu'l good season for
suckers to winter over in, an' they had
waxed an' grow'd fat, an' gethered in
sucti uncommon big crowds, th t w en
they started in at the mouth o' Sloplick
Creek that ninth day o' April, they jest
dammed the hull course o' the stream, an'
fer a time it had been nip an' tuck ez to
w'ich 'd hef to stop, the creek or the
suekers. But in them days suckers had
vim an' push in 'em, These fellers at the
mouth o' Sloplick had started to git up
that creek, an' 'twa'n't their fault, b'gosh,
if it couldn't furnish water enough, with
all the rain it 'd had fer a week past, fer
'em to wiggle up on ; so they jist put their
shoulders to the wheel, an' at it they
went, an' shoved the rushin' flood of ol'
Slophek right back with 'em, pihn' it up
in a wall thirty foot high, an' keepin' her
a movin' back so fast, steep ez the grade
were, th't she couldn't git no footholt,
an' had to go. So, of course, ev'rythiag
were left high an' dry ahind that pushin'
army o' suckers, an' natur' in them parts
were lookin' queer.
"Peleg, when I ketched up to that re
treatin' creek, nothin' could be seen on
face o' that high wall but snouts, an'
tails, an' tins, an backs, an' bellies o'
suckers. They was piled on one another
from the bed o' the creek to the top o'
the fiood, pushin' an' shovin' and crowd
in' to keep the ball a rollin'. I see w'at
the hull business meant to wunst, an' I
pitched right in to do some o' the tallest
sucker fishin' th't were ever heered on
along Sloplick Creek. I chucked away
my pole and duv inter that bank o'
suckers an' jist went to minin' fish by the
ton. They kep' me on a dead run to keep
up with 'em, they was h'istin' that stream
up hill so fast, but I grabbed an' clawed
right an' left, an' throw'd suckers out on
the bank by the wagon load. I strung
suckers along the banks fer a miled, an'
still the flood went a rollin' up hill ez easy
ez pickin' up sticks. The headwaters o'
Sloplick Creek was in a swamp almost on
thf(Jp.b' Booby Ridge. Ez I were run
uin' 'lon ahind that sucker bank all of a
suddent it struck me that if nothin' hap
pened to stop 'em, them suckers'd shove
the creek clean through the swamp, the
way they was goin", and push her on over
the ridge, and then she'd go tehoot down
t'other side, and an' wipe Slayerop's
clearing offen the face o' creation quick
er' n lightnin' could melt a tub of butter.
I were bound to see the fun, an' if suck
ers wa'n't the timidest an' skeericst crit
ters th't sw ims, that fun 'd a come to
puss.
"It had happened, sonny, th't only
the other day al'oie this high ol' sucker
fishin' o' mine, I had considered it a lee
tle piece o' duty I owed to the commu
nity to pitch inter Shadrack Jamberry,
ol' Poke Jamberry 's boy, an' lam him
the properest kind. Consekently he had
a grudge agin me. He lived close to the
creek, nearly two miled above our place.
at the t lddler s Elbow Bend. 1 his bend
was so sharp th't ez me an' the suckers an'
the creek were comin' to'ards the bend I
see Shadrack standin' on the bank, an'
he see me. Th' wa'n't nuthin' selfish
about ine, so I hollered to Shadrack, to
show him th't I din't hev no hard feel
iu's, to come back an' foller the circus,
an' lay in a stock o' suckers agin s coon '
famine. But Shadrack wa'n't of a meek
an' Jorgivin's natur' like me, an' so, in- '
stid o' takin' the olive branch I offered,
he grabs up a couple o' big stuns an' .
chucks 'em in the water ahead o' me an' J
the suckers. That skeert the timid fish j
th't was in the lead, an' they got de- I
mor lized an' turned tail. The panic 1
spread to the hull caboodle o' suckers,
an' the fust thing I know'd I were h'isted t
up in the air zif I'd ben blowed up in a '
blast, an' wh-o-o-o! away I were goin'
back down stream like a hailstorm in a
hurrycane o' wind 1 Thar I were. Peleg,
ridin' high an' dry on a big raft o' suck
ers, an' a gOin' sumpin' like a miled a
minute boun' fer somewhar, but whar I
didntt know. Ye orter be very thankful,
sonny, th't yer a livin' now, an' not in
them days w'en us pioneers was a suffer
in' an' a runnin' risks like that, jist to
plant civ'lization an' git it in shape fer
folks that's livin' now!
"I were boosted wav up so high bv that
raft o' demor'lized suckers th't ez we tore
along to'wards our folks's clearin' I could t
look right down over the raise twixt it '
an' the creek, an' ez we come nigher I
could see my hard-workin' pap settin' in j
the cabin door smokin' his corn-cob pipe,
and my easy-goin' mammy a choppin'
wood to git supper with. Thinks I to i
myself, I wonder if they'd ever find me j
when this runaway flood" 0' b'ilin' waters
an' panic-struck suckers comes to a head :
some'rs? An' jist then we struck the bend :
in the creek nigh the clearin'. The bend
were 'bout ez sudden ez the angle in a
ship-knee, an' w'en the wall o' suckers
plunked agin it the bank o' the bend
bein' twenty-five foot high an' all rock,
'twere like the comin' together o' two in- 1
gines. The body o' the army were fetched '
up a standin', but me an' the top layers o' j
the sucker raft was five foot higher'n the '
rocks, an' as we hadn't hit nuthin' we
kep' straight on. We left the water
route, an' traveled the rest o' the way
by the air line, an' 'fore my good
ol' parents know'd w'at hit 'em they
was kivered snug an' comfort'ble in
under sumpin' like half an acre o'
scukers, not countin' me. It took me
quite a w'ile to dig the ol' folks out ; but
they wa'n't hurt anything wuth men
tionin'. My folks wa'n't noways noted
fer bein' curious 'bout things, an' all th't
were ever said 'bout that big sucker fish
o' mine was this. Mam says: 'Whar'd
ye ketch 'em?' 'In the bendo' the creek,'
I says, 'I've alluz heered,' says pap, 'th't
the best time to ketch suckers were on
the fust flood, an' this makes it good.
An' that ended it; but we had fresh
suckers, an' salt suckers, ' an' smoked
suckers, an' sucker pop from then on till
the nex' Chris'mas. So ye see, Peleg.
that them wild waves didn't say nothin'
to me, but they got right up an' done,
an'"
The Old Settler was cut short off in
whatever moral he intended to draw, for
the dozing cat hurled herself against his
stomach by one wild leap from the splint
bottomed rocking chair, and with a yell
that scared a dog on the opposite side of
the road, and brought Peleg's grand
mother out of the sitting room on a trot.
The cat sank its claws deeper and deeper
into the Old Settler, and he joined in the
yelling. Little Peleg went quietly out of
the kitchen door, and by the time his
grandmother had removed a patent
clothes pin from the cat's tail he was half
way over to Bill Simmons's. Ed. Mott,
in Sew York Hun.
Tribute to a Wife.
Robert J. Burdette publishes in Lijrjnn
cott't a paper of reminiscences entitled:
"Confessions of a Reformed Humorist,"
full of the gentle pathos which has always
tempered and purified his work, and
breathing the fondest love for his dead
wife, to whom he pays the following
tribute in closing:
"As I close this paper I miss the loving
collaboration that with so much grace
aud delicacy would have better prepared
these pages for the reader. The first
throb of literary ambition, my earliest and
later successes, so far as I have been suc
cessful, whatever words of mine men may
be pleased to remember most pleasantly,
whatever of earnestness and high purpose
there is in my life, whatever inspiration
I ever had or huve that enters into my
work and makes it more worthy of ac
ceptance I owe to the greatest, best and
wisest of critics and collaborators, a lov
ing, devoted w ife. And if ever I should
win one of the prizes w hich men some
times give to those who amuse them, the
wreath should not be placed on the jester
who laughs and sings, but on the brow of
her who inspired the mirth and the
song."
A Bird Kills ltseir.
An incident occurred in Salem yester
day which likely will not be repeated in
a half dozen centuries. Au English spar
row was building a nest in the porch of
Mr. E. A. Ebert's residence, and carried
a string to the nest, and had it partially
woven in, when it attempted to fly, and
by some means the other end of the string
became entangled around its head, and
held it fast tethered by the neck. The
helplei-s little creature became frightened
and fluttered and struggled in vain to
free itself. The miniature noose only
closed tighter about its throat till finally
it dropped dead hung by the neck as
neatly us a human hand could have done
it. The incident, which probably has
not a duplicate in history, recalls ono of a
somewhat similar character with regard
to a horse. He was grazing, ami had on
a halter with a short rein dangling from
his head. The horse's tail was short and
stubby, and in throw ing his head uround
to scare off a fly, the bridle rein got
hitched over the tail. The hore finding
his head fastened, became excited, gave,
a sudden anil violent jerk of his head,
which broke his neck an. I resulted in in
stant death. inW.n (.V. C.) Sntinfl.
A residence of one year is required in
the State of Delaware bcfuie a man is
qualified by Lw to catch a sLud.
READY WHILE YOU WAIT.
THE BAFIDIXY WITH WHICH SOME
ARTICLES ABE TURNED OUT.
Yon Can Have a House or a Shirt or
a Set of Teeth Made in an Hour
Quick Trade Methods.
"While you wait!"
It is now many years since this expres
sion was made popular by a down-town
hatter, who advertised to "block your hat
while you wait, for fifty cents," but it
still retains its value in a commercial
sense, and has been appropriated by the
manufacturing world generally through
out the length and breadth of the land.
As originally applied to the hatter's busi
ness it was ridiculed, laughed at and crit- j
iciseu pernaps more inaa any oiuer ex
pression of the kind, unless it be the oft
quoted "boots blacked inside," and yet
to-day it is an important line in the
advertisements of nearlv every manufac
turing interest in the United States. Do
you want a pair of trousers, a suit of
clothes, a shirt, your shoes soled and
heeled, a new main-spring in your watch,
a set of false teeth, a house built do you
want anything that can be made by the
hand of man you can get it "while you
wait"
At a certain haberdasher's near Union
Sqnare shirts can be had to order, made
after any pattern, in any size, guaranteed
to fit and ready to wear while the custo
mer is getting shaved around the corner.
It is accomplished by having ready-cut
sleeves, yokes, bosoms, bands and bodies
always on hand. A capable cutter with
a few flashes of his big shears will cor
rect the defects of any of the parts,
skilled operators will run parts through
the sewing machine in a twinkling,
while a patent washer, rinser, wringer,
dryer and ironer will turn the shirt? out
ready to be put on, and all inside of
twenty minutes. In Houston street with
in the shadow of Police Headquarters,
there is a concern that will sole and heel
your shoes while you look over the col
umns of the daily paper, and determine
to what place of amusement you will go
to in the evening. 1 he tailors on the
Bowery who will measure a customer for
a pair of trousers, cut, trim and make
them and press them while he is taking
his lunch, are numerous, while those who
will turn out a full suit of clothes while
the customer is taking in some one of
the theatres near by are quite as many.
Dentists, who have in stock all kinds,
varieties and qualities of plates, and will
fit a patient's mouth with a partial or full
set of teeth in a less time than it once
took to draw a single tooth, abound on
Eighth, Sixth and Third avenues, as well
as some of the cross streets. In Chicago
there is a dentist who advertises to fur
nish new and full sets of teeth, guaran
teed to give satisfaction, by mail or ex
press, and sends the same to remote
points on approval. A firm of builders
in Michigan will ship at once on receipt
of order any size, kind or variety of a
frame structure that may be desired.
Parties intending to locate in Florida or
at the seashore are especially requested to
send for a descriptive circular. These
houses are built in sections and shipped
as they are built. An hour's work, the
proprietors say, will make any changes
that a customer can possibly want. Sev
eral persons who will summer at Asbury
Park and Ocean Grove this year, it is
understood, will introduce these ready
made homes there early in the season.
The same manner of houses were pre
pared for the late Greely Relief Expedi
tion. The secret of cleaning and repair
ing watches while you wait is, according
to the assertion of the manufacturers, that
the entire movement is taken out and a
new one of the same kind is substituted.
Now that most of the movements sold are
made by machinery and of standard sizes,
just as the cases of a watch are made, it
is easy to see how this can be done. Per
sons having a Jurgessen or any other
valuable movement however, would do
well to pause before they have a watch
maker repuir their timepieces while they
wait. Still, there are parts of a watch
movement that can be duplicated almost
at a moment's notice without affecting its
value, such as pinions, ratchets, gear
wheels and screws.
The science of cutting, fitting and
trimming ladies' garments has progressed
j to such an extent that a dressmaker very
j often makes an entire suit for a customer
: w hile she is finishing a shopping tour.
' and as is oftentimes done by men's tailors,
habit-makers cut, tit and make dresses
w hile a customer waits in her parlors.
Printers will prepare a form for a job,
make it ready ami run off an order w hile
a customer writes a letter, and recently
the writer had a card engraved and
printed w hile he selected a wedding in
vitation for a friend. Sete York MiU
and Expires.
Building lp a Town.
Fostoria, Ohio, the home of ex-Governor
Foster, is a city of about 15,000, only
a short distance from Toledo, and twelve
miles from Tilliu, a city of 10.000. Gov
ernor Foster's father started a general
store at the cross roads, uud when his
son Charles became of age he had
studied the secret of building up a town.
He liartered in everything. One day
u druggist came along looking for a
place to locate, and Charley says:
"Here, take these compounds and go
across the street and start a drug store,
and if you haven't the capital I'll help
you." He turned over Lis stock of
nails and screws to another man and
started a large hardware store, but he
didn't tell him to soil his trade by
handling lumber, lime and a dozen
other articles. Those he reserved for
another new corner. Groceries, cloth
ing, qucensware, etc., followed suit until
the town was made, and Mr. Foster, by
the ri-c of real estate, btcamea million
aire. His secret was: Divide up and
keep a good soi k nn'ourge emigration.
OLD-FASHIONED ROSES.
They ain't no style about 'em,
And they're sorter pale and faded;
Yit the doorway here without 'em
Would be lonesomer, and shaded
With a good 'eftl blacker shadder
Than the mornin' glories makes,
And the sunshine would look sadder.
For their good, old-fashioned aaJua.
I like 'em 'cause they kind o'
8orter makes a feller like 'em;
And I tell you when you find a
Bunch out whur the sun can strik 'em
It alius sets me thinkin'
O' the ones 'at used to grow,
And peek in through the chinkin'
O' the cabin, don't you know.
And then I think o' mother,
And how she used to love 'em,
When they wuzn't any other,
'Less they found 'em up above 'am!
And her eyes, afore she shut 'era,
Whispered with a smile, and said.
We must pluck a bunch and put 'em
In her hand when she woa dead.
But, as I wuz a sayin',
They ain't no style about 'em
Very gaudy or displayin',
But I wouldn't be without 'em,
'Cause Tm happier in these poses
And the hollyhawks and sich
Than the hummin' bird 'at noses
In the roses of the rich.
James Whitcomb Riley.
HUMOR OF THE DAY.
The Prince of Wails The torn cat.
An important question Is her father
wealthy? Tid-Eiti.
The crematory is the burn from which
no traveler returns. Pittsburgh Dispatch.
The fishery question Did you bring
the flask with you, Jack? Botton Cour
rier.
How to keep the boys at home induce
some of the neighbor's girls to run in
often.
"Beware of a man of one book," espe
cially if it is a subscription book. Bottom
Bulletin.
That this world is not balanced right
Is plainly to be seen,
When one man walks to make him fat,
And another to make him lean.
DunsvilU Bretzt
"Johnny," said a mother to her son,
nine years old, "go and wash your
face ; I am ashamed of seeing you come
to dinner with such a dirty mouth." "I
did wash it, mamma," and feeling his
upper lip, said gravely: "I think it must
be a mustache coming. Sifting.
That Cupid in blindness must follow bis
works.
Is a blessing, and not a disaster.
Since rt keeps the men from seeing the pim
ple that lurks
'Neath the maiden's small patch of court
plaster.
Merchant- Traveler
"What a mobile countenance Miss L.
has," said a gentleman to a young lady at
a social gathering the other evening.
"Yes," replied the young woman with an
effort to smile, for Miss L. was her hated
rival, "she has a very Mobile countenance
and New Orleans molasses colored hair."
And she elevated her little pug nose as
high as she could, and found an attrac
tion at the other side of the room. El
mira Gazette.
The Archbishop's Neat Retort.
The story is told that Archbishop Ryan
and ex-Attorney General Wayne Mac
Veagh were present at a recent gathering,
which included a number of prominent
railroad officials. Mr. MacVeagh brought
the railroad men and the Archbishop to
gether, ard after the first salutations were
over Mr. Mac Veagh turned to Archbishop
Ryan and said: "Now, Archbishop,
these are gentlemen whose acquaintance
it would be well for you to cultivate. If
you once get on the right side of them
they will give yoo passes over all their
lines;" and then the Attorney General
added: "Of course, they will expect in
return that you will give them all passes
to heaven." The Archbishop's response
came quickly and quietly: "My dear
sir," he said, "I should be only too happy
to give the gentlemen passes to heaven Lf
it lay within my power, but I should re
gret" to separate them from their coun-
Odd Names for the Contribution Box.
We have all heard odd names given to
the contribution boxes which are passed
among the pews of our churches with
such regularity on all devotional occa
sions, especially to the long handled affairs
which have of late taken place of the
good, old-fashioned orthodox platter.
These names have been generally strained
like "wooden corn topper," "unde
veloped toy wagon," "merciles gleaner,"
etc;" but I heard a truly witty designa
tion given this useful piece of ecclesiastic
furniture by a clergyman, while attend
ing a union service recently. He first
said that the Collection on tluit occasion
would be for the needy poor, asking for a
liberal allowance on that account, and
then added, dridly, as he held out a couple
of long handled concerns with oval
shaped bowls: "The stewards will pleas
p.u-saround the ladles." Chit-ago Journal.
Sensation After Amputation.
Another c irious case of apparent sensa
tion iu a member of the body after it had
been amputated comes from Florida.
George W. Clay's arm was amputated,
put iu a box and buried. Soon uftevaard
he begun to complain that the fingers of
the buried hand were crumped and. that
there was sand between them. His
physician and his sister hud the box dug
up and opened, and found the fingers
cramped and the sand between, just as
George had said. They arranged the
rm properly and rehuricd it. Clay Miid
that while they were gone be felt an awful
pain in the amputated arm, and then
came u sen.-atiun of great relief, and there
was no longer the old crumped seusatiou
iu the hand. JJetrutt Fne J're.
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