"""TTT RATES OF ADVERTISING. One Square, on Inch, ons Infection. f 1 W On Square, ons Incb, on month...... t 00 Ons Square, one inch, three months. r- ' One Square, one Incb, on year . 10 Of Two Squares, one year II OA Quarter Column, one rear. M 00 Half Column, one year M 00 One Column, on year .........100 to adrertlaemenls ten cents per line each In eertion. . Marriage and 6ath notice fratl. All bill for yarly adrtrtiaementi eoTleetod oner. ten j. Temporary adTulamaU nut be paid m advance. Job work h ea 4allw. THE FOREST REPUBLICAN I pobllihed very Wednesday, by J. E. WENK. Offlo In Bmearbaugh & Co.'s Building ELM STREET, TIONESTA, r. 51 li Term, - tl.BO per Year. No enbacrtptlon received for a shorter period than three month. OArreapondence lolletted from all parts of the conn try. No notice will b taken of anoa mom owmnnlcatton. VOL. II. NO. 8. TIONESTA. PA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 1887. $1 50 PER ANNOM i "There should be no further dallying With the Anarchists in this city. Drive very mother's son and daughter of them horn Chicago," says the Chicago Mail. In consequence of an order recently promulgated throughout England for bidding the importation of foreign coin other than gold or silver, such coins have beta entirely demonetized, and the Eng lish poor have had to bear the entire vurden. While a caravan of more than 100 sleighs ". was crossing Lake Onega, in Russia, the enormous weight caused the Ice on which they were traveling to break and to separate the travelers from land. Thoy remained '.floating about on the glacier for a day and a night, when the wind blew it to the shore again. An Athenian newspaper relates that a merchant named Kostas Staggos, 128 years of age, recently undertook a two days' journey on horseback in order to see his old home once more. Be owes his health to the pure water and air for which his present home, Klissiora, which lies in a high mountainous region, is famous. It is worth while to remind ourselves occasionally, remarks the New York Commercial Advertiser, that the American Constitution, which secures individual ' liberty to every man and local self-government to all, is, as Mr. Gladstone has said, "the most wonderful work ever struck off at a given time by the brain and pur pose of man." The orange industry of Florida has in creased tenfold in five years. In 1880 only 100,000 boxes were shipped out of the State, wlrilo in 1884 and 1885 the ex ports were 1,000,000 boxes, and their Value $1, 504,000. The United States eats, it is estimated, 600,000,000 of oranges yearly, enough to give each man, woman and child ten oranges. A Philadelphia company has just com pleted four magnificent sleeping cars that are to be drawn by horses. The line is situated in the heart of the Argentine 'Republic, and the fact that horses pro provide the motive power is due to the ' great scarcity of coal and the cheapness and abundance of horseflesh. Tima seems to be left out of consideration. W. D. Ingle of Oregon lost nine young lambs in one day recently by eagles, which are very numerous. Their modus operandi is to swoop down upon a help less little lamb and knock him over, and then fetch another swoop, pick him up and carry him away to be eaten at leis ure. Mr. Ingle shot one of the birds that measured Bix feet from tip to tip. The French, according to the New York Commercial Advertiser, have grown rather "touchy" on the subject of the universal exhibition of 1889. The Czar has bluntly refused to take part and so does Austria. Germany is silent and England indiffer ent. The trouble is that '89 celebrates the centenary of the French revolution. If the scheme is postponed a year the un dertaking is more likely to prove a suc ' cess. As it is, it looks as if it were doomed to failure. The leading hog States in their order are Iowa, Missouri, Illinois, Texas, Indi ana, Nebraska, Ohio and Kansas. Two years ago Illinois had 440,157 more hogs than she had last January, and Missouri 423,878 less, the two States losing up ward of 1,000,000 in number, although fast increasing, in population. Missouri was then the third State. She has now increased in rank to the second, while Iowa has lost nearly 2,000,000 in number in the last two years. The latest novelty in the ccck Ine is displayed in the window ti a Nassau street jeweler. It is the size of an ordi nary round, nickel-plated alarm clock, but its face is tt of a man painted in gaudy colors. The under jaw of the face is so cof jtructed that at every tick of the clock the teeth come together with a click, and the eyes give a down ward look, as if surprised at the uncalled-for noise of the mouth. The mouth clicks, and the eyes looked Startled four times every second. The postofljee in India is regarded as 40 miraculous an agency by the more ig norant natives that in some out-of-the-way places the very letter-boxes are worshiped. In one cae a man posted his letter in the box an i shouted out its destination to inform the presiding spirit whom he supposed to be inside. Another native nimbly took off his shoes as he approached the box, went through vari ous devotions before and, aftVr posting his letter, and finally put some coppers before the box as a propitiatory offering, Mtiring in the same attitude of humility. VHt NIGHT MIST. All the nigl ,t long the gray embracing mist Hai held In tender arms the tired world; The sleepy river lte soft lips have kissed, And over hills and meadows it has curled. Its white, ool finger it has gently placed On weaiy stretches of deep, drifting sand; The noisy city and the far-off waste Have fel; the benediction of its hand. The drowsjr world rolls on toward the day; The freih, sweet wind of morning softly blows; The willing mist no longer now may stay; With first expectancy of dawn it goesl Margaret Deland, in Harper. THE TRUMAN BABY. BY RACnEL CAREW. At home Jack Aiken had been a sensi ble fellow enough, with a very good rec ord at Oxford, over which he was becom ingly shy and silent; clever with an oar or a gun, and the best of companions-for a club dinner or a tramp over the hills. One short week in the Black Forest had worked a change which his former chums would have witnessed with despair, lie had taken to wearing violets in his button-hole, had grown indifferent about his dinner, sat on his balcony staring the moon out of contcnance, and carried a Yoluino of Heine in his pocket, in com pany with a dictionary, which prosaic volume, alas! had to bo frequently con sulted. Even with its nid, Mr. Aiken found the poems somewhat obscure, but he felt that they would be quite in har mony with liis stato of mind if he could manage to get at their meaning. He wore inches off a spick-span new umbrella drawing a certain prolile in the sand, and had been severely reprimanded by a red faced guard, with a gold band around his hat, for absent-mindedly carving some interlaced initals on the back of an artifi cial rustic bench. The cause of all this folly was a pretty firl, in a white flannel dress, with a unch of crimson geraniums under her dainty white chin. Miss Margery Dayre was sweet and winning enough to make a fool of a far wiser man than Jack Aiken, with her demure blue eyes, which could twinkle so saucily behiad their curling lashes, her half-sad, half-pouting red lips, her delicate, babyish complexion, and an air of youth and naturalness about her which was quite ravishing. Jack had seen his divinity but a few times, and then, when in range of her eyes, he had allowed himself but a brief, worshipful glance; they were perfect strangers to each other, and as yet Fate had pointed out no way upon which they could approach to nearer acquaintance. She was sitting alone on a bench, reading in semi-seclusion, near the promenade at Wildbad, when Jack saw.her for the first time. For several days following the young man paid extravagant prices for a hothouse rosebud, which he laid upon the hallowed seat, hoping that his charm er might return, find the rose and possi bly condescend to wear it. He discon tinued this practice only on discovering his offering fell under the clutches of a ragged street urchin, who besieged him with requests to buy it back with a shameless advance of price. Afterward he had Seen the vmmir liidv ftfpnmiiiini..rl ,by a nursemaid, carrying a baby. A very guryeuus personage was tnis Venetian nursemaid, with an abundance of rosy cheek, and the biggest, blackest eyes im aginable; her shiny black hair was plaited in a disk like a round doormat, sur rounded by a nimbus of silver pins like so many spoons stuck handles in. The baby was like the majority of its kind: pink -cheeked, unwinking, impassive, even when kissed and caressed by its lovely aunt or cousin, as Mr. Aiken sup posed the object of his adoration to be. How he envied the unappreciativc little beggar when it got its chubby fists kissed, or was allowed to tangle them in the girl's unny hair! Save for the fascination of the beaux yeux of Miss Dayro, Jock Aiken had no reason for prolonging his stay at Wild bad ; ho had no rheumatism to be charmed away by the hot baths; he couldn't busy himself with crochet and Kensington while the band played, as the ladies did, and he was not an artist mad after sketch ing. On the contrary, he had a strong inducement to leave the place, thereby escaping the scornful glances and audible sniffs of an elderly, somewhat unprepos sessing lady whom he had met before under very distressing circumstances. Some 'weeks previously Jack had been in Heidelberg with an old school-friend; they had planned a run up to the Konigs stuhl, agreeing that the one to arrive last at the top of the tower was to stand treat. Jack far outstripped his friend, who was nowhere in sight as the former scrambled up the steps. When ho had regained his breath and admired the view, Jack, heuiing footsteps approaching in the tow jr, tnought he would play a trick on his chum, letting him suppose for the firs) half of the ascent that he was first to arrive. Jack stole quietly down tha spiral stair, dark us a pocket, extended his arms at the critical moment, and incloted in a bear-like hugnot his friend, tlus! but a substantial remale form cased in silk profusely sown over with scratchy jet beads. She gave shriek which made the solid tower tremble to its foundations, seized Jack by the shoulder and shook him till his teeth chattered, exclaiming : "You cowardly villaio, to try to rob a delicate, defeuscless woman in the dark ! Shame on you, you disgrace to your sex 1" She hustled him down the steps and into the light of duy, where he found that his cuff-button had become caught in his assailant's watch-chain, wrenching the watch from its stronghold beneath the bead embroidery. Jack burst into a torrent of apology and explanation, but the lady listened with a look of stony incredulity in her eye. A group of attentive listeners gathered round them, consisting of the photo- graph-woman, the beer-boy, an umbrella-' vender, a goat and two dogs. Jack felt that public opinion was against him; his conduct certainly looked suspicious, particularly as Korris, his friend, seemed to have lost his way and failed to put in an appearance to verify Jack's story. Jack beat a retreat as hastily as he could in decency, hearing hurled after him as a parting benediction: "If my brother, Major Trott, was here, you wouldn't get off so easily, you smooth-spoken rascal T" The one person in the world whom Jack wished particularly to avoid, Miss Trott, had turned up in Wildbad, beaded jacket and all. She had recognized Jack at once, and he actually felt the marrow in his bones frizzle under the glare of her vindictive eye. As a set-off to his torture, it was bliss to watch for a certain graceful figure in whitc,walking down the stately avenue of oaks, and to Jack the ordinary band of musicians seemed a heavenly choir when pretty Margery deigned to lend a dainty pink car. Another pretty woman in half mourning, presumably the baby's mamma, was usually to be seen with Margery now, and the gorgeous nursemaid and baby were left more to each other's society. Jack ardently wished for a nearer inter course with his charmer than from the width of the promenade, or from one coffee-table to its fellow under the next protecting oak. To other eyes she too k apparenly little notice of him, but she always managed to let him know that she was aware of his presence. He had gleaned what satisfaction he could in reading each day in The Strangers' List the names: "Mrs. Truman, infant and nurse, and Miss Bayre, Hotel Klumpp." But this was a short step towards acquaintance, and each day Jack awoke with the haunt ing dread that Margery would leave Wildbad and be lost to him for -ever. One morning, over his coffee, he read in the San Francisco Argonaut the follow ing paragraph : "An English gentleman, sir James N , was walking recently in the park of La Granja, near Madrid, when he sat down on a bench to rest. Presently a handsome attired nurse, carrying an infant, came and seated herself near him. The child at once fixed its eyes on the, bright silver knob of the stick the Englishman was carrying, and stretched out its arms for it. The stranger abandoned the coveted object to the child to play with; but when, a quarter of an hour later, lie wished to .resumo his walk, the in fant refused to give up the stick, and screamed with rage when the nurse attemp ted to take it from him. The gentleman was obliged to leave without his cane, but gave his card to the nurse to return it In the evening a domestic from the Court brought the stick back to 8ir James N , with a Tet ter from Queen Maria Christiana, thanking him for the pleasure he hod caused her son. Sir James had made the acquaintance of the future King of Spain." Jack read this paragraph carefully twice, and sat for five minutes in deep reflection. Then, like a man inspired, he arose and betook himself to a quarter of the village where he had frequently noticed a bric-a-brac shop under the management of Ilerr Isaacssohn by name. Here, after deliberation, he selected a walking-stick with a gold knob of curi ous antique workmanship, paying for it an extortionate price, of which he must huve felt ashamed in a cool moment, afterward. He then returned to his hotel, and to the surprise of even the stolid German waiter, ordered another breakfast with the addition of honey, a dainty which he had hitherto refused with scorn. He barely sipped the second re lay of coffee, and then when no eye was upon him, he furtively dipped the gold knob of his cane in the honey, half dry ing it with his silk handkerchief, so that the sticky substance might not be too noticeable to a casual glance. He then proceeded to a certain pagoda overlook ing the tumbling, fussy little river where Mrs. Truman's baby and nurse were wont to tarry at that hour. From afar Jack caught the glitter of the Venetian woman's silver nimbus; and the glow of her cap-ribbons, a bright crimson this time, made a warm dash of color in the landscape. The baby seemed particu larly affable, and Jack, though in the bottom of his heart profoundly indiffer ent to all humanity at the tender, angelic stage, sat down beside and began to beam upon this infant with a hypocritical smile, holding his new stick in tempting prominence. Joy unspeakable, the bait took! The serious infantile eye brightened, the cherubic fists clutched the cane and con veyed the bright knob to the ever-receptive mouth, where it was engulfed with a moist gurgle of delight. No need for fear that the scion of the houso of Tru man would relinquish without a struggle that seductive aggregate of glittering gold knob and honey. Jack made a disgrace fully feeble effort to regain his property, but the baby defeated him with one in articulate snort and reproachful roll of his solemn blue eyes. With a depreci ating shrug of the shoulders, this finished h,.ocrite left the infant Truman in tri umphant possession of the stick, and withdrew, irivini' a card with his address to the be-ribboned nurse, and murmuring some indistinct jumble about the hap piest moments of his life being when he found himself ab'e to contribute to the amusement of so charming a child. He went home in blissful anticipation for the resr.lt ; perhaps Mrs. Tnunun would be indisposed to write, and a sweetly worded note of thanks for his amiability would come from Miss Murgery instead or, delicious possibility ! the ladies might express their acknowledg ments iu words, when next they ull met on the promenade. At any rate, the ice would be broken, and Jack already saw himself invited to the coffee-table of an afternoon, instead of sitting in his usual bachelor solitude. The next morning a note was brought to him, which he tore open eagerly, and read : "Mr. Aiken is requested to claim his prop erty at Room No. 4';, Hotel Klumpp, ateleven o'clock this morning." There was no name signed, and Jack wa vaguely disappointed at the terseness of the composition ; still, the Invitation was an . honor, and dressing with great care, Jack presented himself at the hotel at the appointed hour, ne was shown into No. 42, and to his amazement found himself face to face with Miss Trott, his enemy of the Konigsstuhl. Too taken aback to defend himself, he stood meek as a lamb, while the lady, more irate than ever, overwhelmed him with a volley of abuse. As the storm subsided and she grew a little calmer, she began : "Now, sirJu will please explain to me how my brother's gold-headed stick, a gift from an old army friend who is no more, came into your possession. I had it in my hand the day of your shameless assault in the Koniystuhl, and have mourned its loss ever lincc, till now Fate restores it to me. "You had better tell the truth; the most ingenious lie will not help you, for I have a police officer out side the door to cut off your escape." "Do you mean say that you accuse me of stealing ycur stick during that unlucky collision at the Konigsstuhl?" Jack asVed, slovcly recovering from his bewilderment. "Remembering the mysterious way in which my watch managed to fasten itself to your sleeve, and losing at the same time a valuable locket I wore round my neck, I do accuse you of stealing my brother Major Trott 's walking stick." "Upon my word, madam, I never in my life heard such preposterous folly I I must have swallowed your stick to be able to get off with it that day, under your very eyes." "Pray don't get violent and abusive; it will not do you the least good. A clev er rogue could manage to conceal half a dozen such sticks in his sleeve. No, sir, I'm not so easily appeased ; I demand to know how this piece of property came in to your possession, and what have you done with my locket?" "I bought that stick at a junk shop, two days ago, on the Tannengasse. I know nothing at all about your locket. Now, if you please, we will consider this ridiculous interview at an end; if you can prove the stick is yours you may keep it and welcome. I confess something of an aversion for it since the beginning of our amiable discussion." "Not so fast, young man," said Miss Trott, grimly, backing toward the door, which she opened, leaving Jack grinding his teeth with rage as he heard the key turn in the lock, making him a prisoner. Ilerr Isaacssohn, when questioned about the gold headed walking stick, flat ly denied all acquaintance or connection with it; in buying it from a shabby look ing renovator of disabled umbrellas he had strongly suipected a theft ; now, as inquiry arose about it, he scented danger for himself in the affair, and swore that it had never been in his shop. This complicated matters for Jack, who had nobody to testify in his favor. Miss Trott laid the case before a lawyer glad of a chance for occupation, and in the course of an hour Jack was informed that he would be released on bail only, and under bond to appear for trial three days hence. If he refused to furnish the sum named, he would be lodged at the expense of the town among other malefactors. The poor boy's funds were low, and he could not possibly furnish the amount re quired without a week's delay a con fession which he made frankly. Still under lock and key at No. 42, he was allowed a few hours for reflection before his ignominious removal to the Wildbad jail. He glanced about the room to see what chances it offered for escape ; glass doors led from it upon a balcony two stories from the ground, and com municating with other rooms. He could not jump from it, nor could he make his way through somebody's else's room ; be sides, such a sneaking, underhand kind of escape would put him in a worse light with some people whom he wished to im press favorably. There seemed nothing for him but to grin and bear with mod erate patience & few days in the lock-up. How deplorably he had miscalculated the effect of his honeyed bribe to the Truman baby! He had succeeded only in making himself thoroughly ridiculous, if not disgraced, in the eyes of the girl for whose good opinion he craved. Jack was aroused from the dreariest of medi tations by a tupping on the glass door of the balcony; it opened, and Margery, white and trembling, stood before him. "I beg your pardon for disturbing you, Mr. Aiken," she began, in a timid, hurried voice ; "but I wanted to give you this," holding out a tiny purse of gold net-work. "Please don't refuse." "But Miss Dayre, I really " You must take it it is enough to pay the fine that that abominable old woman demands. I am so sorry and ashamed for what has happened, when you were so kind to my little nephew, That horrid, suspicious Miss Trott she saw your stick when Seratina brought it home with baby, and pounced on it like a mad thing, declaring you had stolen it. She made my sister Clara promise to keep quiet till she had asked a lot of questions about you. I wouldn't promise, for I think it all such an insult. Take the money and say nothing about my giving it to you. Now I must go it will not do to let them find me here." Jack, his eyes bright and humid with delight and gratitude, took the little hand with its graceful offering and pressed it to his lips more than once, Margery seeming too agitated to think of drawing it away. There was a sound of approaching footsteps outside, and she retired us swiftly and noiselessly us she had come. Thanks to this surreptitious loan, Jack was spared an intimateaequaintunce with prison regulations in the Black Forest; he wus released on bail, and letters from home, combined with the fiat of Major Trott, who urrived upon the scene and discountenanced his sister's sharp judg ment, placed him above suspicion. Jack suddenly found himself a hero among the little English coterie; Mrs. Yruman treated him with the warmest cordialitv. to comnensate for the ills he had suffered through a desire to amuse her baby; and Margery well, the Tru man baby had turned out a little brick, after nil. fnr hn ViftH VirrmrrVif tlipm all r,n friendly terms together; and before leav ing miaimd, jacK wrote to jnoitis, beg ging to bo congratulated on his engage ment to Margery Dayre, the sweetest girl in all the world. SELECT SIFTINGS. P. T. Barnum says that during his life as a showman he has received over $80, 000,000 from the people. The first iron boat is thought to have been built in 1777, on the River Foss, in Yorkshire. It was fifteen feet long, and made of sheet-iron. An English surgeon says that people who use rocking chairs the most get deaf the soonest. Rocking also hurts the eyes and makes people near-sighted. The crater Kilauea of the volcano Mona Loa is three miles long, two miles wide and in places 800 feet deep. The boil ing lava can be seen in many places. The largest table ever made from a sin gle plank belongs to the Illinois Club of Chicago. The plank is fifteen feet long and six wide, and was cut from a Cali fornia redwood tree. Mrs. Mary Savage, of Greenwood, Mass., has a daughter, granddaughter, great-granddaughter, ana grcat-great-granddaughcr, all residing m Norway, Me. It is an unbroken line of females of five generations. Their ages are as fol lows: First, eighty-four; second, fifty six; third, thirty-six; fourth, seventeen; fifth, eight months. It is supposed that the bridal veil was taken from ancient religious ceremonies. It is also supposed to represent tho hair when left unconfined. The orange flower is appropriate to brides from its delicate creamy blossoms and leaves. Tho cus tom of wearing orange blossoms origi nated in the East, where it is the harbin ger of a prosperous married lifo. "Pogonip" is said to be the name given by mountaineers of Nevada to a sort of frozen fog that appears sometimes iu winter, even on the clearest and brightest of days. In an instant the air is tilled with floating needles of ice. To breathe the pogonip is death to tho lungs. When it comes people rush to cover. The In dians dread it as much as the whites. It appears to be caused by the sudden freez ing in the air of the moisture which col lects about the summits of the high peaks. In a Spanish Cigarette Factory. When you enter the enormous rooms crowded with girls dressed in bright colors the coup d'oeilis striking in the extreme. In one immense low-vaulted room there are 1,500 girls. They sit in endless rows, about twenty girls to. tho row on either side of the room, all at little tables all rolling cigarettes. There is a blaze and a blur of color, a babel of tongues. Every girl has a gay handker chief about her neck every girl has a bright flower stuck in her hair. All along the wall hung tho gay outdoor dresses of the little cigarcttcmukers. As I walk blushing and nervous down an endless avenue of flushing eyes, I grow almost giddy. It is a sea of women's faces, an undulating ocean of flower decked heads. One has to pick one's way carefully down the central avenue, for it is blocked all along the line with cradles. The married cigarcttemakers are allowed to bring their babies with them to the factory. They rock the cradle with one foot while their busy fingers roll the cigarettes. "Silence!" is called by the forewoman as the visitor passes down the line, but there is a "chut-chut," every second from some dark-eyed woman who points to a cradle and holds out her hand. It is the habit of visitors to bestow occasional coppers on the babies, and so all tho young mothers are on the alert for the visitors' charity. The girls earn good wages. At many of the tables whole families are working together. But the hours are long and the atmosphere awful. The damp, warm odor of the tobacco in tho long, low roofed rooms is in itself almost stupe fying. But there is no ventilution, and the atmosphere is absolutely indescribable. Many of the girls smoke cigarettes at their work. A literary Curiosity. The Royal Library at Stockholm con. tains a remarkable literary curiosity, called the devil's code, which is said to be tho largest manuscript in tho world. Every letter of this gigantic piece of work is as beautifully formed as if it were minutely and carefully drawn, and it seems almost impossible that it should have hern done by a single human being. The devil's code was brought to Sweden from Prague after the Thirty Years' War, and the lJeutsche JIauf raven Xeitung tells the following story of its origin: A poor monk who hud been condemned to death was told that his sentence would be com muted if he were able to copy the whole of the code iu a single night. Relying on the impossibility of the task his judges furnished with the orignal. pen and ink, and left him in his well-barred prison. A drowing man catches ut a straw to save himself, and tho unfortu nate monk begun to try his last impossi ble task with the vain hope of accom plishing it. Before long, however, he saw that he could not save his life by his own weak exertions. Afraid of a cruel and ccrtuiu death, and perhaps doubting the promise of a better life hereaftei, he invoked the aid of the Prince of Dark ness, promising to surrender his soul if he were assisted in his task. Tho dark spirit appeared us soon us he was called, concluded the contract, sat down like any copying clerk, and next morning the devil's code was finibhed. rail Mall Oa- ! ittte. THE LAND OF LITTLE PEOPLE. Far away, and yet so near us, lies a land where all have been, riayed beside its sparkling waters, danced along its meadows green, Where the busy world we dwell In and its noises only seem Like the echo of a tempest or the shadow of a dream; . And it grows not old forever, sweet and young it is to-day Tis the Land of Little People, where the hap py children play. And the things they know and see there are so wonderful and grand, Things that wiser folks and older cannot know nor understand; In the woods they meet the fairios, find tha giants in their caves. See the palaces of cloudland and the mermen in the waves, Know what all the birdies sing of, hear the se crets of the flow'rs For the Land of Little People is another world than ours. Once 'twas ours; 'tis ours no longer, for when nursery time is o'er Through the Land of Little People we may wander nevermore, But we hear their merry voices and we see them at their play, And our own dark world grows brighter and we seem as young as they, Roaming over shore and meadow, talking to the birds and flow'rs For the Land of Littlo People is a fairer ' world than ours. Auckland Kews. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Ella Wheeler says the world hss lost its passion. Watch tho next Presidential election, Ella. Xorth American. Architects are not so pretentious as actors, but they draw uniformly better houses. Burlington, Free l'ress. "A felloe feeling makes us wondrous kind," but a fellow feeling in our pocket makes us wish to collar him. IHa-Bitt. The surest way for sweet girl graduates to get into print is to wear calico dresses on commencement day. Lowell Cituen. Life is full of disappointments, and a man realizes it a while after he has Elunted some bird seed with the idea that e was going to raiso canaries. Somer title Journal. Leavenworth is endeavoring to secure a large post-hole manufactory, and will also offer a home to any capitalist who will establish a house for the manufac ture of railway tunnels. Atchison (Kans.) Olobe. Some one once said that care killed a cat. What we want to know is the ex act locality where a goodly quantity of the quality of care above referred to can be procured at any prico. Yonkert Statesman. Charlie, after his evening prayer, was adding some improvised petitions. He prayed impartially, as his memory served, for all his friends, for the people next door and around the corner, ana added, with the same intently abstracted tone: "I won't pray for old Dr. Hart's folks, for we don't visit them." Harper's Ba tar. IT KILLED THE DOO. That dog at strangers oft would roar, Yet to his friends was extra kind; He ne'er had seen a dude, before, But now he saw a dude behind. That dude turned 'round in wild dismay. That dog was over terrified. That dude said faintly: "Go away!" Alas I It was the dog that died. UoodalVi Sun. A Western Wild Goose Story. "I want to tell you a little story about my boy out in Newbraskey," said an old farmer in the smoking-car to a party of drummers who hud been telling him some pretty tall yurns. "My boy is a good deul of a genius in his way, Icmme tell you, and none of 'em gets ahead of him. T'other duy he rigged up a kite. It was the biggest kite I d ever set eyes on. It was about six feet wide, an' twice as long, an' on the top of it my boy placed a few green brunches which he'd cut from a cotton-wood tree. ' What's them for?' I iuquircd. 'Never you mind, dad,' says he, 'I know what I'm about.' And, by gosh! he did. He flew that kite up in tho air, an' stood wutchin' of it for a long time, when I says to him: 'You'd better pull that thing down, now, an' get to your work.' Lcmmo alone, dad,' he replied, 'I'll frit thitr yet.' And, by gosh! he did. The next time I took a look at him he was a huuling in on the kite line, andasmileon his face as broad as a furrow. When tho kite came down near the ground I saw what he wus a-smilin' ut, an' it wus enough to make a body smile, too. Any you iellers wunt to guess what was on that kite?" None of the drummers wanted to guess, and the old man continued his story: "Wall, sir, a-sittiu' on the top o' that kite was eleven o' tho purtie.it wild geese ye ever saw. Yes, sir, eleven on 'em. You see, the geeso was flyin' north purty thick, un' my boy had got up this scheme to catch 'em. There ain't many trees out our way, and uftcr a fat goobe bus been flyin' party steady all day he gits a kind o' tired like an' looks for a place to sit down an' rest. That's just what my boy was rouutiu' on when he built that kite. By olTeriu' tho geese a pluco to stop an' rest, an' by sineurin' the top o' the kite with tar, so their feet would stick so fast they couldn't get away, ho did the business. By gosh ! but it wus fun to pull them geese iii. Just us fast as we could send the kite up and pull her down again we got from ten to a dozen geese, uu' iu f-our days we captured six cur-loads, au' I'm takiu' 'em to Chicago now to sell, f None o' you smart, story-tellin' fellers don't happen V know what w ild geese fs wuth now io the Chicago market, do y ?" Chunk II, aid.
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