THE FOREST REPUBLICAN It pobllihed tvtnj Wednetdaj, by J. . WENK. Offloa In Smearbaugh A Co.'a Building KLM STREET, TIONESTA, Pa. Terms, SI. BO per Year. No anbacrlptlont received for a ihortar period thn thrra montlia. Oorrrtpondence nollclted from all parta of the country. No notice wlil bo taken of anoajmout "imunritlons. The annexation of upper Burmah by England gives that country control over petroleum fields, according to Engineer' ing, as extensive as those of the United States or of Rusia. A paper by G. F. "Wright on the "Muir Glacier," at Glacier Bay, Alaska, states that the frozen stream of this glacier is 5,000 feet wide and 700 feet deep. In August this glacier moves into the bay at the remarkable speed of forty feet per diem, thus bringing each twenty-fours 140,000,000 cubic feet of ice into the bay. Boston rejoices in the application of steam power to boot polishing. In a shop located in the midst of the disciples of Blackstone has been fitted up an en gine with a complex arrangement of straps by which brushes are whirled at a surprising rate. The customers are seated on a broad bench, and are polished off in a very short time. Prince William, the leader of a band of gypsic encamped near Hartford, recently received from a carriage maker two wag ons costing about $1,000 apiece. The bodies are beautifully colored with gold bronze and fanciful sylvan scenes, the iron work is heavily plated with silver, and all the appurtenances are expensive. The wagona are for the special use of Prince William and family during the summer. Substitutes for dynamite have been re cently invented. The German govern ment has in store a mass of roburite, .which it is thought will particularly suit the demolition of Frenchmen when they become obstrepeious. The French, on the other hand, believe in melinite for the Germans. In Sweden, experiments, mado with less bellicose designs, have evolved an inexpensive and easily made . explosive called "bellite." It explodes only by ignition, and. then develops a force thirty-five times greater than that of gunpowder, and fifteen times greater than that of gun cotton. A correspondent of the St. Louis Globe Democrat says in regard to the Mexican Congress, thut at the entrance to the Theatre Iturbidu, where the deputies meet, soldiers stand with fixed bayonets at the doors downstairs, line the corri dors and crowd tho galleries, while a squad and a sergeant sit on benches in the lobby. And yet such tumults occur in the Assembly, with such hissing and hooting of speakers who are not liked, that under similar circumstances the Speaker at Washington would order tha galleries cleared, but in Mexico nobody interferes with the uproar. The finest collection of postage stamps in the world belongs to a Spanish noble man, who is said to have spent more than $300,000 in stamps. His collection has a library to itself in his Parisian residence, there being from 200 to 300 volumes. The rarest postage stamp is that of the island of Mauritius, in 1830. Be it red or. blue, canceled or uncanceled, provided it has the word "postoffice" on itsjnargin, it is worth $300. The monks of Chartreuse at Ghent have a room papered beautifully with stamps ; there are Chinese landscapes, Spanish chateaux, Swiss chalets, dogs, flowers, arabesques and inscriptions. A recent writer inveighs against the indiscriminate use of tea and coffee, especially in the young. He is of the opinion tuat against the practice of giving them to children we cannot speak too strongly. Childhood is the period when the nervous activity is at its greatest. Tho brain is very busy in receiving nt w impressions. Reflex action, co-ordination of muscles, and the special senses are all under a constant course of training. The nervous system is pushed to its utmost capacity, and long is the list of victims that follow its overstimulation. these little people, nothing but harm can come from the use of such cerebral stimulants as tea and coffee. Nearly every one in New York says the Tribune, has heard of "Back Number" Budd, who puts away every day fifty copies of each New York newspaper to jell them to customers years hence at S00 to 5,000 per cent profit. It is reported that he once received $700 for a single newspaper. Recently he was called upon by some Kansas men, among whom was Senator Ingalls, who asked his assistance in procuring a complete file of the Iatenteorth Journal for the two years that it was under the management of John Henderson, during the agitation that resulted in the Lecoropton Consti tutional Convention, and the establish uieDt of Kansas us a Free State. The file was desired for the Kansas Historical Society, and they were wiling to pay f 10,000 for it. VOL XI. NO. 9. DISCIPLINE. Before the mighty thunder-crash AU nature holds her breath, The sword-like lightning's steely flash Leapt from a sombre sheath. And so must he who speaks aright Long ere he speaks be dumb ; And he who brings to darkness light Must out of darkness come. Catherine S. Holmes, in the Current. A DOMESTIC PROBLEM. BY LUCY RANDALL COMFORT. "A woman's education is a mistake from beginning to end," said Roxy Ste phens, in a suddcr, outburst of despair. "Yes, it is. Here have I been going to school all my life, aud I don't know any thing. There never could have beta," Roxy deliberately added, "even in the Dark Ages, such an ignoramus as I am. I don't even know how to feed the chick ens properly," as a downy colony of little "Domiuiques" scattered this way and that before the mass of scalded meal which Roxy had flung too abruptly into their midst, while the mother hen, sound ing a trumpct-note of shrill alarm, scut tled back against the picket-fence, with flapping wings and feathers all a-bristlc. Roxy had been seventeen years old when she came to live with her aunt Sally Stephens on the Rcdbrook Farm. She was a bright-haired, fresh-complcxioncd girl, with shady blue eyes, emphasized by perfectly arched brows a thought heavier than falls to tho usual lot of wo mankind. In a certain fashion her mind corresponded to her eyebrows. There was a quaint vein of originality pervading it. Her nature was strongly outlined too, and in the fulness of her youth and vital ity she had once believed that she was born tC conquer fate. Koxanna Stephens was a city-bred girl, the daughter of M iss Sal ly's oldest brother, who had died unexpectedly, leaving a motherless girl totally unprovided for. Miss Sally herself, a complaining little woman, with a face full of tine wrinkles, like China crape, and blue eyes hidden behind misty spectacles, accepted the trust, as she had accepted all other in conveniences of her life, limply and with out protest. She had never had any strong emotions one way or tho other. If she had any nctive pleasure, it was in gathering the humble herbs and simples of her native fields and drying them in E reparation for the aches and pairs that eset her poor humanity.. Ana to tins little old brown woman in little old brown farm-houso caine Roxnnna, tho young princess who had set forth to conquer tho world. "I'm desput glad you've come, Rox anna," said Miss Stephens, sniffing at a bunch of wilted penny-royal. "I ain't able to keep on doin' as I hev been doin'. Somehow its borne in upon me that Providence has sent you. I've worked powerful hard all my life, and now I'll jest rest a spell, and let you keep house for me I hain't no doubt at all but what we'll get along together first-rate, you and me." Roxy looked with solemn eves at her aunt. Evidently the old lady had faith as a grain of mustard-seed, und there was oiueiuing contagious inner example. "It must be very easy to keep house,,' said Roxy, fresh from the class-room and recitation-hall. So the household helm was delivered into her hands, and then not till then she realized the fact of her exceeding ignorance. Not for worlds, however, would she have confessed her inability to rulo the domestic menage. Aunt Sally had a profound contempt for "book-larnin,"' and did not hesitate to assert roui.dly that "ef brother Simon had took her ad vice he would hcv brung up Roxauner in quite a different way," aud the girl had a certain silent pride in vindicating her lather's judgment, bo, by the help of a dog's-eared cookery book which she found in the garret, she learned some of the simple secrets of the cuisine, and her own neat nature taught her the mysteries of sweeping aud scrubbing; while old Hinda, a jet black ncgrcss, with a soft appealing voice like a flute, who pcr vuded the neighborhood, came twice in the month to wash and iron for the little household. And Roxy's spirits rose with her good luck. "I'm getting to be a house-keeper," (aid she, cheerily, to herself. "Those fried fish this morning tasted quite good, and the wild plums that I preserved yesterday are certainly going to be a suc cess." But if it is always darkest just before daylight, it is also sometimes brightest bcfoie an unexpected thunder-cloud. And one day old Hinda bethought her self to feel ill of a Monday morning- of rheumatic lever. Roxy went to carry her a little pail of milk and a stone crock i f the wild plums, for Hinda had a child-like fondness for sweets. "Hindu," she faltered, "can't you wash for me this week? Do try there's a good Hinda." The old woman wriggled herself about on her uneasy couch w ringing her hands, and rolling up the yellow-white of her eyeballs in piteous fashion. "Not dis yar week, honey," she an swered, plaintively; "not for de (Jucen an' all do royal cbilluns. No; nor next week, neider. Don' know's I'll eber wash agin, honey," with a mournful croak in her voice. "Hut, Hindu, somebody must wash. Can t I" "It ain't no work for a young lady, Miss Roxy," said Hindu, derisively. "Everything is woik for a young ludy," pleaded Roxy, "if it bus got to be done." Hindu shook her head. "Yo'll break yo' buck, honey, an' parboil yo' hands, m' " "Oh, I don't mind all that, Hindu, if only Aunt would think the clothes looked decent," urged Roxy. "Tell me how to io it, Hindu there's a darling." ttm TIOHESTA, PA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 29, 1887. "Well.boney, yo' put de clothes a-soak de night afore," unwillingly began Hinda, "in plenty o' bar soap sliced up thin; an' yo' bile 'em well, an' you doan forgit de bluein', an' mind yo' doan git de starch too stiff, an' be suah yo' rensh dc clothes right smart, ac' ohl ohl dar goes do pain in my po'ole bones agin, jes all de world like crooked lightnin'." So Roxy returned home not much wiser than she went. "I'd give all my algebra and goemetry," sighed she, "if only I knew how to wash." Joy of joys I as she went past Squire Honeywell's big cream-colored house she saw a colony of white garments, veritable flags of truce to her troubled mind, flut tering in the wind from a line in the hack garden. "They're washing," said Roxy to her self, with a brightening face. "Now's the time for me to go in and see how it is done." She slipped insinuatingly in at the open kitchen door, whence a cloud of white steam floated forth. "Good-morning, Docia," she said to Miss Theodocia Honeywell, the Squire's daughter. "Do you suppose your grandmother would like a jar of my wild plums? They're a nice color, and keep their flavor beauti fully. No, don't stop your work" (as Miss Theodocia paused courteously, and began to wipe her soapy arms on a roller-towel) j "go on just as if I wasn't here." And she eagerly settled herself to take note of the stout young woman's every motion. But Miss Theodocia's ideas of politeness were a great deal too well de fined to allow her to spend her time in washing when there was company. "You're very kind, I'm sure," said she, "but the clothes can wait. I dare say granny would relish the plums, and anyhow we've a city boarder this month, an artistic young gentleman, and any littio luxury comes in handy for the table." "An artist?" wistfully repeated Roxy. "Yes," nodded Docia. "Such pictures as he paints with a squeeze or two out of his color tubes, and a dab of his brushes ! I declare it seems like magic. You paint too, Roxy Stephens, don't youl" "A little," confessed Roxy, thinking guiltily of the peach-blossom plaques and the panels covered with abortive at tempts at autumn leaves that she had spoiled. "Hut painting is no use, JJocia For a woman I mean. I'd a deal rather know how to wash." Docia Honeywell burst out laughing, "What odd things you do say, Roxy 1" cried she. "But when it comes to paint ing, being no use, 1 just wish you could see the little bits of canvas and mill board that our Mr. Jeffreys gets a hun dred and fifty dollars for. A hundred and fifty dollars 1 Going, are you ?" for, since the business of washing was temporarily suspended, poor Hoxy s pur pose was blighted. "Well, I'm sure it was very kind of you to think of the pre served plums, and we'll be very thankful for them, especially since ma's citron all moulded, and the blackberries fermented, and blew the tops off the cans and broke the cellur windows. And, Hoxy, if l''l stop in some afternoon will you show me that new crochet stitch ? the one in shells and waves, you know, like Mrs Deacon Dodd's shawls. Roxy promised that she would, and set forth, wondering to herself why it was that she lacked the moral courage to ask Docia for instruction in the mysteries of the wash-tub just as frankly as Docia had requested her assistance in unraveling tho complexities of the new crochet stitch. "I think I must be a dreadful goose," sighed Roxy. "But, all the same, that washing has got to be done, whether well or ill." And so the next morning, when Aunt Sally had eaten the ham and eggs which Roxy had now learned to fry in so ap petizing a manner, and drunk the coffee which was as clear as any amber, she set forth on her daily task of root and herb hunting, and Roxy carried the basket of clothes out to the shore of the brook, where a mighty old chestnut-tree spread its dome of shade, washed and wrung und rinsed them until it was a mercy that there were any two threads left together. Then she huug them out on the lines, which she hud stretched from tree to tree, skewering each article safely in Its place with wooden pins, so that no frolicsome wind should lure it "And now," said Roxy, as with head slightly on one side she viewed the result of her prowess, "I think I've earned a little rest." And drawing a novel from her pocket, Roxy sat down under the big tree, with her sun bonnet thrown back, her loose curls tangled over her fore head, and her round white arms still bare to the shoulder, to read, and before she knew it she was asleep. When she awakened she was no longer alone. Between her and the sunshine there was could she believe her eyes? yea, verily there was a young mau hur riedly working at a portable easel, which was set up on a level spot on the grass, with all the composure and aplomb of a young man who felt himself to be in the right place "in creation's diagram. She looked at him with solemn, sleep shad owed eyes; he looked back at her ex actly as if she was a part of the land scape, und worked steadily on in si lence. "Are you an artist?" said she. "Are you painting the old chestnut tree? Oh, yoi must be the gentleman that Docia Honeywell told me about." And then she suddenly remembered the tangled fringe of curls, the round, uncovered arms, and jumped up in a panic of very becoming confusion. "1 am Mark Jetfeys," suid the artist, composedly. "Yes, I am boarding at Squire Honeywell's house. And youf" "1 am Roxy Stephens," suid the girl, hurriedly pulling down hercalico sleeves. "If you will just step up to the house 1 will give you a jar of wild plums that I promised to Docia; that is" (with an ab w! rupt consciousness of her own temerity), "if you don't mind carrying it." And this was the manner of tr.eir first acquaintance. Roxy was very sorry when Mr. Jef- ferys returned to the city. It seemed as if his absence left a yawning hiatus in her life, which had not previously been eventful or rich in incident. But she did not know how more than sorry Mark Jeffreys was to part from her. " 'Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,'" he quoted to himself, after the hackneyed style of the young man in gen eral when th little winged god has him at a disadvantage. "But she shall not blush unseen if my pictures in this year's exhibition bring their, price. She shall be my wife always supposing that she considers mo worthy of the treasure trove of her heart. I will wearjher like a flower on my heart. I think yes, I think she likes me a littio now. I am quite sure that if 1 had the chancel could make her like me just a little more." And so now and then he ventured to write to her, lest by any chance she might forget that such a person existed. Now in real life things will sometimes happen as strangely as they do in novels. .bvery one knows tins. And it came to pass that in the mid-April time, when skies above and violets below are blue with a blucness that no.discription can equal, Docia Honeywell came up to New York to buy herself a silk dress, and asked Roxanna Stephens to accompany her. "I never like to trust entirely to my own taste," said Docia; "and you have such excellent ideas of color, Roxy." When the dress was duly. settled upon one of those delicious olives which, like the hair of tho poet's heroine, was "Brown in the shadow, and gold in the sun," there was yet a good hour and a half to spare before the train went. "Oh, do let us go to tho Academy of Design l!' said Roxy; "it can't bo far. And I think it would rest my eyes to look at some pictures." It was a fine, sunshiny, breezy after noon, and all the world was out. Roxy came slowly up the broad marblo steps, looking around at the giant palms, and the caoutchouc leaves, and the monster camellia-trees, whoso dark green foliage shone as if it had been varnished. Be yond glowed tho pictures, outlined in gold full of vivid lights and deep myste rious shades. A little crowd had col lected before one particular canvas, and following the usual impulse of human na ture, Dociu and Roxy left the other pict ures possibly possessed of equal merit unsurveyed, and joined the fluttering, performed knot of gazers. "The picture of the season," she heard some one saying in tho soft, distinct tones that denote your society oracle; " 'La Jolie Blanchisseuse.' Would you believe that that little square of canvas has been sold for a thousand dollars? It's a charmingly painted thing oh, of course but, alter all, what is there to it?" "It is tho sentiment, the tone I" an swered a wise critic who was pencilling down notes for an art paragraph in tho next day's Sphinx. "In this ago of the world nobody can tell what's going to succeed and what isn t. I he public pulse don't bearlecling as It used." Little Roxy in her plain brown gown and the poke hat of rough and ready straw, with the loops of cherry ribbon which she herself had sewn on, stood on tiptoe to peep over tho shoulder of tho tall lady in front of her at the picture. "Ah, Docia!" she cried, starting buck, as she caught a glimpse of it, wilh the strange sensation of one who looks into a mirror, "I I have seen that before." In the foreground a crystal-clear brook gurgled away under a fringe of luxuriant cresses; in the middle distance there was the green mystery of chestnut shadows on the grass, aud a young girl asleep, with bare white urms, and sun-bonnet fallen down her neck,whilc an open book lay on the ground: A red-winged black bird balanced itself on a bush at her right, and in the background a line full of flut tering clothes seemed to come and go at the signal of the wind. Ono could almost hear the murmer of the brook, almost see the stir of tho tall grasses in the yellow mist of the noontide heats. It was a very simple picture, to be sure, but it is the simple pictures that speak to people's hearts nowadays. Docia stared intently. "It looks like you, Roxy," she said, "and that is the very chestnut-tree with the hollow heart that blew down in the equinoctial gulo last March. Have you found the num ber in the catalogue? Who painted it? Ah, I thought so Mark JelTerys." Roxy turned around with a curious thrill, half of pride, half anger, in her heart, and saw a tall figure coming toward them from the monster palms that guarded the stairway beyond Mark JelTerys him self. "You have seen tho picture, Roxy?" he said -"'La Jolie Blunchisseuse'? Dearest" drawing her away from the crowd into the cool green shadow of the giant ferns and the caoutchouc-tree "my fortune is made, and all through you, and I was coming to-morrow to lay it at your feet." It was u strunge place for a young man to speak out his heart in; but Mark .leilerys was like no other man, and Roxy had a certain individuality of her own" And x was then the lover, and y tin' tender little fluttering maiden heart, ami what should it equal but z -the old, old story of human happiness, that re peats itself anew for every generation? Was it not as plain asanyof t lie algebraic equations in Roxy'a books at school? Jtujirr't llaiar. A furious Occupation. A lady is suid to earn a livelihood by hkilfully tilling up worm-holes iu old books, each leaf being separately anf1 patiently dealt with, the material being chewed or "pulped" und pressed into the hole; the charge is sixpeuce a hole. - Walford'n Anti'juurian. $1 50 PER ANNUM HOUSEHOLD AFFAIRS. Willow furniture can be cleaned by us ing salt and water. Apply with a nail brush, scrub well and dry thoroughly. Japanned trays can be polished with a little powdered whiting or dry Hour, all of it being rubbed off with a soft cloth. Rugs should be lightly shaken every day if they are small, and brushed with a small broom daily when they are too large to be frequently shaken. Never pour hot water into a glass tin less it contains a spoon; this will servo ns a conductor for the heat of the water and lessen the risk of breakage. Ragmuflins: Mako a dough ns for bis cuit, roll half an inch thick, spread with butter, sugar, cinnamon; roll up and cut off from tho end the size of biscuit ; bake quickly. Mirrors can be polished with a soft cloth wet with a few drops of ammonia. The sun should not be allowed to fall on mirrors, because its rays affect the metalic coating on the glass. How to beat cake : Beat from tho bot tom of the mixing bowl with a wooden spoon, bringing it up full and high with each stroke, and as soon as tho ingredi ents are fairly and smoothly mixed stop beating, or your cake will bo tough. To iron table cloths without creasing them, roll them upon a long curtain roll er as fast as they are ironed dry, begin ning at one end. A Canton flannel cloth under the linen ono makes the table cloth look well, and saves spots upon the table. .' Snow-drops.: Ono cup of butter, two cups of sugar, whites of five eggs, ono small cup of milk, three full cups of pre pared flour; flavor with vanilla and nut meg. Bake in small round tins. Those in the shape of fluted shells are very pretty. Ginger Snaps: Two cups of molasses, one-cup of sugar, one and one-half cups of melted lard, two-thirds of a cup of cold water, two tesspoonfuls of salaratus, two teaspoonfuls of ginger, and ono of salt, and flour enough to roll thin. Bako in a quick oven. Molasses Cookies: Ono cup butter, two cups molasses, ono teaspoonful cloves, one tablcspoonful ginger, sullicieut flour to make a stiff batter, not dough. Mold with the hands into small cakes and bako in a steady rather than quick oven, as they are apt to burn. When to water house plantb: If dust can be worked up with the finger the plant needs water. Tap tlie pot with tho knuckles. If it has a sharp, hollow sound or ring, tho earth is dry. The weight of the pot also shows whether the plant re quires water, wet soil, of course, beiiig much heavier than dry. How to make a good omelet: Beat the yelks ana the whites of the eggs separ ately; m' ;t a tablcspoonful cf butter in a teacup of warm milk, to which add g.adually a tablcspoonful of flour, a lit tle salt and pepper; add tho yelks of the eggs, and then add the whites. Bake immediately in a flat pan greased with butter. In furnishing houses, pictures foi adorning the walls should not be forgot ten. There is such a variety of beautiful engravings and etchings that are within the reach of all, and the framing of them costs such a trifle, it is a crying shame that the walls of so many of our homes arc decorated with tho pictures of the chromo variety or not at all. Milk bread: It is now recommended that milk shall be used in making bread. A pint of it in the ordinary loaf, inslead of water, adds some solid nutriment to the meal, and is a great improvement. Milk bread does not keep fresh as long ns water bread, but it is delicious when fresh, and perhaps all tho more whole some for drying quickly. Granulated wheat gems: Stir two and one-half cups of tine granulated w heat slowly into a liquid formed of one cup of water and one cup of milk, seasoned with a saltspoonful of salt; then beat rapidly until the arm is weary, and fill very hot iron gem pans well buttered, giving the batter a beating while tilling, and bake immediately in a hot oven. Curried eggs: Boil three eggs twenty minutes, then remove the shells aud cut into slices. Fry a bit of onion in a little butter and add a tahlespoonful of corn starch mixed with a saltspoonful of curry powder; pour on slowly three-quarters of a cup of milk, seasoning with salt and butter to taste, und simmer until the onion is soft. Add the eggs, and servo when they are thoroughly heated. Corn starch cake: ' One cup of butter worked to a cream with two cups of sugar; one cup of milk in which is dis solved one teaspoonful of soda; two cups of flour, in which is sifted two teaspoon fuls of cream of tartar; the whites only, of six eggs, beaten to a stiff froth. Mix all these ingredients well, then add ono cup of corn starch. Rcut well. Uukc in a moderate oven. Will make one large loaf. A Great Tenor's Vocal Tractlcr. When Mine. I'atti is a guest at tho AViudsor, people passing the door of her apartments are occasionally startled by a seri s of nasal quacks, if they can be so described, terminating in a vocal tone that gradually becomes clear and power ful. The first impression produced on the listener is that some foreign fowl is essay ing its vocal powers, but later develop ments and inquiry umkc known that tin; strange sounds are produced by Signor Nicolini at practice. Signor Nicolini be gins by directing his tones toward the heud, and, having "placed" them proper ly, sustains und strengthens then. In this method he attributes the preservation of his voice, which most tenors who sing wholly from the chest would long since, have ruiued by incautious use. .Y Yo.'h Sun. RATES OF ADVERTISING. (me Bqnare, one ftach, one Insertion. I I M One Fqunre, one Inch, one month.. I do One Sqmirc, one Inch, three nmutha, cut (mo Square, one Inch, one jear , . 10 04 Two Sqimri', one year II 00 V'.inrtcr Column, one year to 00 Half Column, one year M 00 One Column, one year 100 tv Local aiiyertliMMiieate ten ccnta ier line each In rerlloo. Marriage and death notice! rratle. All bills for yearly advertisement! eoTlwted qnar. torly. Temporary adTeriliemeate moat be paid In advance. Job work caaa oa dallrerv. BE STILL, OH HEART. Be still, oh, heart, and trust, Be generous and just, And 'twill le well with thee. The lowly task do well. Unworthy passions quell, And tho' the world be bound, be fro The measures of $y hope May fill a wider scope Than thy allotted sphere doth give, But in the holier space, Stake beautiful the place, Where truth and thou dost live. Content thee, oh, niino heart, Whatever be thy part Another's prize thine own ambition fill, Far better walk tho ways Of truth and hear no praise, Than fame, a costlier purchase still. II. S. Kneedler, in Inter-Ocean. 1IUM0U OF THE DAY. The busiest poet tfill havo his idyl moments. Detroit Free l'ren. Tho Czar's throne is getting to be almost as comfortable as tho summit of a church steeple in July. l'hilitJt'ljrfth- limes. A citizen may bo known as a bad egg, but like a bad egg, society will not re gard him ns offensivo until he is broke. liichmond State. . Jobbins rises to remark that the knights of old wero termed men of high metal becauso they wore brass helmets on their heads. A poor teacher of penmanship in Xenia, O., has just fallen heir to a legacy of . $575,000. Ho is flourishing now, and no mistake. Burliuglon Free Pren. "False was the cold, hard heart which beat Her beauteous form beneath; False were her many vows," ho moaned "And so were her hair and teeth." Washington Critic. It is easy for a great many men to declare "I would rather be right than be President," for they do not stand in much danger of being cither. Dotton Pod. A DIKFKUKNCB. Johnny's fingers were deep in the jam, And a sweet, peaceful smilospreatl him o'er: "V et ho didn't seem gay When later that day They wore deep in the iamb of tho door. Washington Critio. When a woman can get hold of a newspnper out of which somebody ha? cut a piece of news, without yearning to know what it was about, she is ready to become an angel. When feminino curi osity ceases life has lost all charm and is no longer worth living. Fall Jlieer Ad tanee, "And don't you know why, Bobby," Raid tho minister, who was dining with the family, "your inainma dosen't want you to eat a second piecoof pie?" "Yes, sir," replied Bobbby. " Sho said that if you didn't take any there would bo enough left over for to-morrow." Ai York Sun. A newly-made Benedict, while lazily strolling along one day last week, was met by a friend who in bachelor days had been a boon companion. "Hello, old fellow, glad to see you once more," wai the salutation; then, in the same breath, accompanying a hearty handshake, came tho natural query: "How do you like married life?" "Well, you know," drawled the Benedict, with a limp smile, "I never get very enthusiastic about any thing." Washington Chrunide. The Use of Loons. The crazy screams of the loon are heard again through tho silent watches of the night and at early morn. Seven were seen sporting themselves in Pigeon Lake the other morning. It will be a good thing if they become numerous around here, as they will make magnificent sport for tho innocent shootists who come in the summer with their kits. If there is anything that wilj tickle a loon to death it is to get a pair of breech loading, nickel mounted, double und twist, brown canvas, copper riveted throughout, city sportsmen after him. He will sluiul ou his head and kick at the clouds with do light. He will sit on the water like an old-fashioned three, decker with his oft eye shut, and his beak on the grin, till the city chap thinks that if he can't blow that galoot clean out of the w ater at the firBt pop it would be useless his shooting at a barn. Then he draws up, holds his breath, shuts his eyes, and pops. So likewise does the loon, and while tho sport is confusedly looking for the pieces, tho loon comes up within four feet and a half of the boat and laughs a wild lu natic laugh. Then the rowing and shooting commences, and if the loon does not take at least live hours' hilarious fun out of them, why, he must lie a young one and not feeling extra well. Yes, loons should be encouraged. Hofraygeon lilteiueut. A Happy Thought. A happy thought inspired by devction aud strong friendship was thut which w ill lighten the tedium of an ocean voy age for one liosloniau journeying across tho Atlantic. A letter bag, full of the friendly missives from many of those who were indebted for pleasant hours of hos pitality and kindness to her who asks tin ly friendship in return for her labors in their behalf, was intrusted to the stew ardess to be delivered on the third day out, when the flowers which lined the stateroom should have lost the' fresh ness. There were pretty, youthful look ing missives from sweet, young maidens; there were grave aud dignified envelopes, such us only men of letters use; tliere wero sonnets from young poets and verses from older ones. Painters, sculptors, clergymen aud laymen, judgi s aud medi cal men wire well represented iu this novel "round robin" mail bag, aud many are the happy hours of rending iu store for her whose nam they bear. Iknton 'V.
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