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The oldest employes iu the Postal De
partment in 'Washington are James II.
Murr, eighty-one yenrs old, and Inzo
Lawrenson, eighty-four. Both were ap
pointed by Andrew Jackson in 1831.
Professor Baird says fishes can live to
be l."0 years old. We don't doubt this
in the least They are 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, Oa., still continues to cure severe
cases of chronic 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 last
summer in a search for gold.
Tha Rev. John White, a colored
preacher of Greenwood. Ark., who will
bo 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-ono
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 tho sleeper, as it is not natural,
and 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 a bridge 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 raila 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 niisHiou of the mosquito is
to purify. He had t ao hogsheads filled
with water, and into one he put a lot of
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.
There is a specimen in tho United
States mint which illustrates how a coin
may become famous without the least
premonition. In 1849 a law passed Con
gress ordering $20 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-operation
throughout the country that are
interest iig reading. The great Cambria
iron works at Johnstown, Penn., which
employs 8,500 persons, has decided to
make its "company store" a co-operative
concern. It sells $1,000,000 a year in
goods. The capital will bo $200,000.
Holdings by any ono person are limited.
Dividends cannot go above ten per cent.
Stockholders 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 havo their dividend raised to
ten per cent. Above ten per cent, all
profit goes to customers in a rebate on
purchases.
Colonel W. L. Utley, who recently died
at Racine, Wisconsin., uus "tho owner of
the last slave on American soil," says a
correspondent of the Milwaukee Sentinel.
When he was in Tennessee 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
$1,000, which Colonel Utley paid.
"This," says the correspondent, "was the
last judgment of tho 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 money he gav
for the boy's freedom."
HOME,
Oh I what is home? that sweet companionship
Of life the better part;
The happy smile of welcome on the lip"
Upspringuig from the heart.
It is the eagnr clasp of kindly hands,
The long remembered tone,
The mady sympathy which understands
All feeling by it own.
The rosy cheek of little children pressed
To ours in loving glee;
The presence of our dearest and our heat,
No matter where we be.
And, failing this, a prince may homeless live,
Though palace walis are nigh;
And, having it, a desert shore may give
The joy wealth cannot buy.
Far reaching as the earth's remotest span,
Widespread as ocean foamt
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,
For thei-e the home of his immortal mind
Is in God's wider love.
THE OLD SETTLER.
HE ENLIGHTENS LITTLE FKLEO.
"Grandpop," said little Peleg, as he
fingered a stiil-gpringed patent clothes
pin, and cast a glance 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 off over at the Cor
ners, fie scowled over his spectacles at
Peleg, who fitted tho clothespin carefully
on his nose and closed his mouth to see
bow long he could hold his breath.
"I hain't heerd no wild waves a yellin'
anything very loud lately, ez I knows
on," said the Old 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 t"
Peleg bad hung on to his breath until
his eyes began 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 again, but left the
clothespin on his nose. ' His grandfather
glared at him for a moment, and then
saiu :
"W'ich wild waves is it th't ycrspeakin
of?" J v
"Theb that rips and roars arou'd Co
ney's Hud," replied Peleg, bis utterance
stopped by the pressure of the clothespin
oa uis nose.
Tho Old Settler reached for his cane.
"Peleg!" exclaimed his trrandmother.
"take that clothespin offen your nose!
Ye gimme a cold in the head to hear ye 1
nut was ye meanin' ter say f"
Peleg removed the clothespin and re
pcated his remark. "Them that rips and
roars around Coney's Island ; that's what
I said. What are they saying, grand-
pop i-
"Coney's Island 1" exclaimed the Old
Settler. "W'at 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 Rill Simmons's," replied Peleg.
"and t'other night she was telling us
about Coney's Island. She's been there
lots, and she told ua 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 boyl'
She didn't say how much or what it was,
and I asked Bill Simmons if he knowed,
and he said he did but wasn't giving it
away. 'Go ask yer grandpop,' Bill said.
'If he can't tell you,' says Bill, 'the
I world's coming to an end.' That's how
I come to ask you, grandpop. Can't you
1 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 I Them wild waves is a sayin', 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 propcr
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' 'hisses! That's w'at them wild waves
is sayin', Peleg, an' it's yer poor ol' gran'
pop th't's tellin' ye so, b'gosht'lmighty,
an' ye won't listen !"
i Peleg sat down by the side of the
i splint-bottom rocking chair. He said
nothing, k.ut thought to himself, as he
toyed with the clothespin, that if the
wild waves had said all that to the
! schoolmu'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-
I father, after finishing the account of the
I hog guessing which stated that Pete
' Ilellriggle 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
ben browsin' on sassyfrax all winter, he
turned to Peleg and said :
"Yes. my sou, that's w'at them wild
waves is sayin', an' ez yer gran'mammy
hain't ill heurin' to git worried at our
talkin', I'll tell ye w'at some wild waves
done to me wunst. Them waves didn't
say nothin', but they jist got up an'doue.
This happened w'en I were a boy.consid'
able many year ago. 'Twere on the
ninth day of April, 1822, in the arter
noon. I were jist coruin' seven year old.
Ther' had ben a big rain for two or three
days, an' I know'd th't Sloplick Creek
must be jist right fer sucker fishin', an' so
I sneaked my pap's ches'uut pole an'
hosshair line outen the barn an' cut cross
lots fer the big bend o' the creek, w'ich
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 clearia'. 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-
mg, owin' to the hard rains, I almos'
tumbled back in a faintin' fit. Th'
wa'n't no Sloplick thar I The bed o' the
creek were dryer'n a salt herrin' 1 Ez fur ez
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' t 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 1 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 followm' along, acrackin' an
atootin'. I laid thar aw'ile, but they
didn't neither on 'cm 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'ards in a flood more'n
thirty foot high, ez nigh ez I could jedge
from seein' tho gable end of it, and pooty
soon 1 noticed that th' were a heap o
commotion on the edge of it.
" 'Wall,' says
onter my feet,
hurt a teller in
best to run
that,' says I,
I to myself, gittin' up
'th' can't be nothin to
a flood th't s doin' its
away from him like
'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
start o' me that it tuck me a good half
hour 'fore I 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
such 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'
Sloplick right back with 'em, pilin' 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'rything
were left high an' dry ahind that pushin'
army o' suckers, an' natur in them parts
were loo kin' 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 flood, 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 tishin' th't were ever hee.red 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 grabled 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
thfWp,b' Booby Ridge. Ez I were run
niu' 'long 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 Sluyerop's
clearing offen the face o' creation quick
er n hghtnin' could melt a tub of butter.
I were bound to sue the fun, an' if suck
ers wa'n't the timidest an' skeeriest crit
ters th't swims, that fun 'd a come to
pass.
"It had happened, sonny, th't only
the other day afore this high ol' sucker
tishin' 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. Ho lived close to the
creek, nearly two miled above our place,
at the Fiddler's Elbow Bend. This bend
was so sharp th't ez me an' the suckers an'
the creek were comin' to'ards the bend I
see Shadrack standiu' on the bank, an'
he see me. Th' wa'n't nuthin' selfi.sh
about me, so I hollered to Hhadrack, to
show him th't I din't hev no hard feel
iu s, to come back an' fuller the circus,
an' lay in a stock o' suckers agin a coon
famine. But Shadrack wa n t of a meek
an' forgivin'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 la the water ahead o' me an'
the suckers. That skeert the timid fiHb
th't was in the lead, an' they got dc
mor'lied an' turned tail. The panic
spread to the hull caboodle o' suckers,
an' the fust thing I know'd I were h'isted
up in the air zif I'd ben blowed up in a
blast, an' wh-o-o-ol away 1 were goin'
back down stream like a hailstorm in a
hurrycane o' wind! Thar I were. Peleg,
ridin' high an' dry on a big raft o' suck
ers, an' a gGin' sumpin' like a miled a
minute boun' fer somewhar, but whar I
didn,t 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 way up so high by that
raft o' demor'lized suckers th't ez we tore
along to'wards our folks's clearin' I could
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
the cabin door smokin' his corn-cob pipe,
and my easy-goin' mammy a choppin'
wood to git supper with. Thinks I to
myself, I wonder if they'd ever find me
when this runaway flood o' b'ilin' waters
an' panic-struck suckers comes to a head
sorne'rs? An' jist then we struck the bend
m the creek nigh the clearin'. lhe bend
were 'bout ez sudden ez the angle in a
ship-knee, an' w'en the wall o' suckers
Elunked agin it the bank o' the bend
ein' twenty-five foot high an' all rock,
'twere like the comin' together o' two in
gines. The body o' the army were fetched
up a standin', but me an' the top layers o'
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 i
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 bend o 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. Mutt,
in Neu York Sun.
Tribute to a Wife.
Robert J. Burdette publishes in Lippin
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
and 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 have 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 wife. And if ever T should
win one of the prizes which 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 KHls Itself.
An incident occurred in Salem yester
day which likely will not be repeated in
a half dozen centuries. An 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
helpless little creature became frightened
and fluttered aud 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 as 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, and had on
a halter with a short rein dangling from
his head. The horse's tail was short and
stubby, and in throwing bis head around
to scare off a fly, the bridle rein got
hitched over the tail. The horse finding
his head fastened, became excited, gave
a sudden and violent jerk of his head,
which broke his neck and resulted in in
stant death. H 'inttvn (JV. C.) Sentintl.
A residence of one year is required in
the State of Delaware btfore a man is
qualified by law to catch a shad.
READY WHILE YOU WAIT.
THE RAPIDITY W ITH WHICH SOME
ARTICLES ARE TURNED OUT.
You Can Have a Houm or sv Shirt or
a Set of Teeth Made In an Hour
. Quick Trade Method.
"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 througn
out the length and breadth of the land.
As originally applied to the hatter's busi
ness it was ridiculed, laughed at and crit
icised perhaps more than any other 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 nearly 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 or his Dig shears win 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 shirts out
ready to be put on, and all inside of
I 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, lhe tailors on tue
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
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suit of clothes while
th customer is taking in some one of
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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
i 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 repair 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
to such an extent that a dressmaker very
often makes an entire suit for a customer
while she is finishing a shopping tour,
and as is oftentimes done by men's tailors,
habit-makers cut. tit and make dresses
while a customer waits in her parlors.
Printers will nrenare a form for a iob.
make it ready and run off an order while
a customer writes a letter, and recently
the writer had a card engraved and
printed while he selected a wedding in
vitation for a friend. JVto York Mail
and Erpreita.
iTdildlng Up a Town.
Fostoria, Ohio, the home of ex-Governor
Foster, is a city of about 6,000, only
a short distance from Toledo, and twelve
miles from Titlin, acity of 10,000. Gov
ernor Foster's father started a general
store at the cross roads, aud when his
son Charles became of age he had
studied the secret of building up a town.
He bartered in everything. One day
a 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 his stock of
nails and screws to another man and
started a large hardware store, but he
didn't tell him to spoil his trade by
handling lumber, lime and a dozen
other articles. Those ho reserved for
another new comer. Groceries, cloth
ing, queeusware, etc., followed suit until
the town was made, and Mr. Foster, by
the rise of real estate, became a million
aire. His secret was: Divide up aud
keep a good stock encourge emigration.
TMdo liliuk.
OLD-FASHIONED ROSES.
They ain't no style about 'em,
And they're aorter pale and faded;
Tit the doorway here without 'em
Would be lonesomer, and shaded
With a good 'eal blacker ahadder
Than the mornin' gloriea makes,
And the sunshine would look sadder,
For their good, old fashioned aolu.
I like 'em 'cause they kind o'
Sorter makes a feller like 'em;
And I tell you when you find a
Bunch out whur the sun can strike 'em
It alius sets me thinkin'
O' the ones 'at used to grow,
And peek in through the chinkln'
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 'ami
And her eyes, afore she shut 'em,
WUisjwred with a smile, and said, - -We
must pluck a bunch and put 'em
In her hand when she wos dead.
But, as I wux a sayin',
They ain't no style about 'em
Very gaudy or displaying
But I wouldn't be without 'em,
. 'Cause Ym happier in these poses
And the hoUyhawks and sich
Than the hummin' bird 'at noses
In the roses of the rich.
Jamen Whitcomb Riley.
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
The Prince of Wails The torn cat
An important question Is her father
wealthy ? Tid-Bit.
The crematory is the burn from which.
no traveler returns. PUUlmrgh Dupatch.
The fishery question Did you bring
the flask with you, Jack? Button Cou
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. Botten
BuUrtin.
That this world is not balanced right
Is plainly to be seen,
When one man walks to make him fat,
And another to moke him lean.
DanstrilU Breex
"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. SijJing.
That Cupid in blindness mil t follow his
works,
Is a blessing, and not a disaster,
Since rt keeps the men from seeing the pim
ple that lurks
Neatl the maiden's small patch of court
plaster.
Merchant-Traveler
"What a mobile countenance Hiss 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. MacVeagh 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 you 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 ii
it lay within my power, but I should re
gret to separate them from their coun
sel." Odd Names for the Contribution Box.
We h heard odd names given to
the couf ln boxes which are passed
among thepews 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 "wooilen corn popper, "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 tliat occasion
would be for tho needy poor, asking for a
liberal allowance on that account, and
then added, drolly, as he held out a couple
of long handled concerns with oval
shaped bowls: "The stewards will please
pass around the ladles." Chicago Journal,
Sensation After Amputation.
Another c irious case of apparent sensa
tion in a member of the body after it had
been amputated comes from Florida.
George W. Clay's arm was amputated,
Imt iu a box and buried. Soon aueward
le began to complain that the fingers 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
crumped and the sand between, just as
George had said. They arranged the
arm properly and reburied it. Clay said
that while they were gone he felt an awful
pain in the amputated arm, and then
came a sensation of great relief, and there
was no longer the old cramped sensation
iu the hand. Detroit Free iVeaa.