RATES OF ADVERTISING. On fqnare, on Inch, on tneerttoa. 1 1 00 On Square, one Inch, on month 00 One Square, one Inch, thr month 0 00 On Square, one Inch, on year 1" 00 Two Sqnan a, on jear 15 m (Vnartcr Column, on year 00 Halt Column, on year M "0 On Colamn, on year '" 00 Ucal adrertlitenients ten cents pr line etch in aertion. Marriage tnd death notice gratl. All bill for yearly advertisement collected qnar lerly. Temiorary adrertlremenu muat b pa In advance. Job work cuh on dllTry. THE FOREST REPUBLICAN li pnbllihcfl ti j Waitnctriay, by J. E. WENK. OIHo la Bmearbaugh A Co.'i Bundiiig KLM SntEKT, TIONESTA, fa. Forest republican. Terms, . . tl. BO per Year. No inlwrriptloni received for a ihortor period than Ihrc months. Oorraapondenc solicited from all part of the country. No nolle will b Uka of anonmom niuunlcatlon. VOL. XX. NO. 2G. TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1887. $1.50 PER ANNUM. The United States Signal Service now embraces 182 stations, from which re ports arc made dnily, and employs about 400 men, exclusive of ft couple of litta drcd clerks In Washington. It is stated that in ten years ten mill ion acres of forest liavo been destroyed by flro in tho United States. In tho South it is common to burn off tlio tim ber so that tho lands may grow better pasture. According to tho United States Postal laws and tho United States Ho vised Statutes, a husband or wife cannot open one another's letters, and may bo proso cuted under Section 8,803 of the Re vised Statutes for so deling. Tho various computations of the amount spent yearly in this country on liquor are very curious. One speaker at a temperance meeting at Brockton, Mass. asserted that from the sum spent every year on liquor 1,000 1 gold pices might be put ou each word in the bible, and that even then thero would be $5(1,000 to sparo. Washington is the best shaded city in the world. At present thero are 03,000 shade trees in its streets, most of them in flourishing condition. Of this number 23,803 are soft or whito maples, 833 sugar and black or southern maples, 2,78(1 Norway maples, 804 scarlet or red, 422 sycamores, 4,0-13 ash-leaved maples, 5,121 American lindens, 7,050 Carolina poplars, 5,305 American elms, European elms and mixed elms, 4,579 sycamores, or butto wood, oud European plane trees, etc. A farmer near Hudson, Mich, got his V.wifo to help him lower his mowing ma rhino from the barn loft, where it had been stored. He fastened a rope to it, and passing it over a pulley asked his wife to hold the end until he descended. She had just then taken a hitch with the rope around her waist, when the mower crashed down to the floor, and simul taneously sho shot up where tho mud wasps do their nest hiding. There has been only ono subject of conversation in that family since, and Bhe has done all the talking. The sword recently presented to Gen eral Milca by tho people of Arizona is said to be, with one possible exception, the finest gift of tho kind ever received bv an officer of our arm v. The hilt is of white shark skin and gold, and is set with a huge amethyst. It is ornamented also with an engraved portrait of Chief Natchez. The scabbard, which is of gold, bears on one side -a portrait of Geronimo, and a scries of pictures of warfare on the frontier. On the other side is the in scription of presentation. The Spanish blade is o perfectly tempered that its point can be made, by bending, almost to touch the hilt. The cost is kept secret, but is supposed to bo not lest than 10,000. Within tho past three years four cases that h ive excited national interest have been tried in Chicago, and in each case the jury has brought in a verdict which has accorded with tho evidence and public opinion. The juries are known as the "Joe" Mackin jury, tho Anarch ist jury, tho McGarigle jury and tho "boodle"' commissioners' jury. A con viction has been secured iu every case. Tho results aro that Mackin, tried for altering election returns, is in prison, the anarchUts are awaiting the decision ef the court on an application for a new trial, McGarigle has escaped to Canada, and the "boodle" commissioners have cither paid their fines or are awaiting tho issue of an appeal to a higher court. Statistics aro not ulways amusing, but often suggestive, and those of the Dead Letter Office are depressing: 4,500,000 letters were last year sent to tho Dead Letter Olllre for various reasons, of which 8,500,000 were unclaimed letters, 112, C50 were returned from hotels, 314,700 wero misdirected, 133,1100 were held for unpaid postage, 11,134 were without address. Of these 4,044,845 were opened. 1,518,825 wero returned to writers, and 2, 550, 000 wero destroyed. Of the above letters 17,385 contained money j 20,260, drafts; 34,400, receipts, paid notes, etc., and 85,000 contained postage stamps. Must of these are sent by occasional let ter writers, who find the writing and mailing an irksome duty; and the loss of a letter to them is more annoying than the loss of a letter to a business house. The United States Treasury agent in charge of the Alaskan seal islands reports that the British marauders, during the last season, have taken 50,000 skins on the islands belonging to the United States. The seals are killed not in the waters within the disputed jurisdiction, but on the islands. The British case is made up on tho theory that the offences against the statutes of the United States are committed within the waters which are claimed to be part of tho high scus. The fact seems to bo that the British ves sels land their crews on the islands and kill the seals during tho breeding season. The ofleuso has a far larger importance, therefore, than is involved in an occa sional infraction of the rights of this country. If the British position is agreed to, the result must be the exter mination of the seals. ONE GOOD LIFE. A sunbeam piercing the forbidden shade Of some drear prision cell has often brought Quint to troubled spirits, and has mado Dark, morlild brooding change to peaceful thought. Bo one good life will prove a guiding light. To brighten paths weak mortals oft find drear A beacon in the narrow way of right To lure th fallen to a higher sphere. The American. THE CASKET'S KEY. IIY J.IXY It. HOUFER. When Chester Seabook,young, wealthy, intelligent, and ambit ions of literary fame, weut to Italy to collect materials and to consult authorities before beginning his firojected tragedy of "Cirsar Borgia," his ricods and relatives in New York were f5r from anticipating tho actual results of his researches. These had brought aooui ins acquaintance with a certain Dr. Alexander Marini, an aged physician of Milan, who claimed descent from one of the collateral brandies of the Borgia family. This old doctor's grand-daughter, Lucreia Marini, was wonderfully beauti ful, an Italian blonde, glowing with tho freshness of extreme youth, being then hardly seventeen, and with all the lustre of a loveliness which, as her grandfather declared, revived and repro duced tho charms of her of tho same name who was the famous bi ido of Duke Alfonso of Ferrara. The tragedy re mained unwritten, and Chester Seabrook took to wife this dazzling creature. If, wedding in haste, he afterwards repented at leisure, the outside world was des tined never to know. His married life lusted a little over ono year. His brill iant Italian wife died iu giving birth to a son, and the young v. idower returned to his nativo land with his littlo child, possibly a wiser man, but certainly a sadder one. It was an ominous fact that i t i . , ... . ue never rcicrrcii to ins wile in any way, nor to the experiences of his few mouths of matrimony. A miniature, painted on ivory and reproducing the glowing yet delicate beauty of the fair Lucre.ia, was all that remained to him of that episode in his life. That, and the boy, who had received the name of Louis, and who boro well his transfer to the United States, growing and thriving as though ho had been bom under the shadow of tho Stars and Stripes. When Louis was a little over twelve years of age his father died suddenly of typhoid pneumonia. He had one only sister, Mrs. Richard Marsden, and to her aud her husband he bequeathed the guardianship of his son and Hint son's large fortune. It was a liealthy-natured ml happy family in which the boy grew to manhood. Mrs. M:irsilnn. tlir.. anna were all o'der than Louis, and did not. it is true, take very kindly to their cousin But her only daughter, little Grace was' some years his junior, nnd, us is often tho case in such Instances with in telligent, precocious little gills, she de veloped a great fancy for her moody boy cousin regularly took him under her pro tection. The poor boy needed all the affection that could possibly be bestowed upon him. He was never strong, and his dis position was gloomy and morbid to a de grco that was extraordinary iu one that was to so great a degree a favorite of for tune. He was shy and silent to a painful extent, nnd, despite his Italian origin, ho developed no taste for either art or music. He decided early in life to be come a physician, but, after studying medicine for some few years in a desultory, languid way, devoting the chief part of his time to investigations concerning the nature nnd properties of poisons, he sud deuly announced that, on attaining his majority, he had made up his mind to re linquish all idea of studying n profession. And he likewise astonished Mr. and Mrs. Marsden by making formal proposal for the hand of Grace. Theso proposals were negatived nt once, and decidedly, by Mr. Marsden. "You are both of you too young to think of such a thing as marriage, or even of an engagement, Louis," bis undo made answer. "You are only just twenty-one, and Graco is but a" few weeks over sixteen. Moreover, I have decided objections to the marriage of first cousins." "You do not know to what you doom me, uncle," was the gloomy response of the young man. "Graco is all that I have to live for upon earth, and if 1 lose her " - "Now, do not talk nonsense, Louis," responded Richard Marsden, briskly, but not unkindly. "Grace is too much of a child to be allowed to listen to your proffers of affection. She cares no more for you than she do -s for Ned, or Harry, or Frank. You aro like a brother to her nothing more and I do not mean to havo her mind disturbed by anvtliin" 1 i:i. l I.:.. - i . .: i ' J . ..? una luvu-iiiaKiu. jcsiucs, you uavo seen nothing of the world, as you should do before choosing a wife and settling down to matrimony and quietude, (io abroad speud tho next two years iu European travel, and then "'" "And then you w ill jiiveGrace to me;" eagerly asked the youth, his p;ile face flushing and his dark eyes glowing as he spoke. "1 make no promise; I will enter into no compact with you on that subject. Y'ou and Grace u-ust both bo entirely free, and if either of you should fall iu love with some one else " "I cannot admit the existence of such a possibility as far as I am concerned," Louis made answer, passionately. "Nevertheless such things ure possible, and havo often occurred, especially where two such childreu as you both art were concerned. Now let mo hear noth ing more on this subjei t. 1 shall send Grace to slay with her mint, Mrs. Eluvyn, in Washington, until you are gone, and I shall feel seriously displeased with you if you broach to her any sub- i'ect connected with love and matrimony icfore her departure." And ao well and carefully did Mrs. Marsden (w ho was at once acquainted by her husband with all the details of the affair) watch over her daughter, that Grace wert away for her visit wholly un conscious of the conquest she hail male of her cousin's affect ions. She was, to tell the truth, so delighted at the idea of a journey to Washington, of a sojourn with her favorite aunt (whose daughter Alice was about her own age), and of alt the things she meant to see and do, that she lost sight of the fa' t that Cousin Leuis wns going to sail for Europe in a few weeks, and that she would not see him ng.iin for a long, long time. In fact, tho peculiarly morbid disposition of the young man had finally become repellent to her bright nature, and though she was always affectionate and kind to him, she felt, unconsciously, a certain degree of relief in the thought of his absence. "You must not forget me Grace," ho said, fervently, at the moment of her de parture. And the young girl answered, gnyly: "No fear of that, Louis. Even if you never write to any of us, I shall always remember you. For you arc my cousin, you know just the same to me as one of my brothers." Louis was about to utter some protesta tion respecting this announcement on Grace's part; but a significant touch on Ins shoulder from the hand of Air. ..Mars dcn recalled that gentleman's stern pro hibitions, nnd he contented himself with kissing with fervor the little hand that Grace frankly placed within his own, unheeding the fresh young face that was helil up to him for a parting salute. "How odd you are, Louis, not to kiss me good-bye !"' sho cried, gayly, as she sprang into the carriage; "remcmber.you must write your first letter from Home to me. And be sure you tell mo what you think about St. Peter's and the Colosse um. I wish I were going with you to seo them all." "If you only were "muttered Louis, as the carriage drove away. "There goes my guardian angel, anil I must go forth alone to meet the demon." A few weeks later Louis Seabrook sailed from New Y'ork for Europe. Ho did not fail to write to Grace more than one impassioned love-letter shortly after his arrival ; but the child, perplexed, un symputhi.ing, and half provoked with what she called "Cousin Louis's fool ishness," made no response to his fervent protestations. Louis took the hint, and the correspondence there after was conducted on a more tranquil footing. To tin's change a sharp reproof from Mr. Marsden, and a treat of forbid ding altogether any interchange of let ters, probably contributed largely. The traveler wrote but seldom, but he often sent tokens of regard and remembrance to his uncle's family, aud especially to Grace One of these was a line copy of the celebrated portrait of Ciesar Borgia, by Haphael, which is one of the noted art- treasures of the Borghese Palace. And in the strangely beautiful face, with the evil tendencies of tho inner nature look ing from the large eyes and curving the tu'l red lips, Mrs. Marsden recog nized with a shudder a strong re semblance to the countenance of her nephew. Indeed, ho alluded to the likeness of himself in one of the infre quent letters received from him during his sojourn in Home. "I must be a true descendant of the Borgias," he wrote, "for my likeness to the Raphael portrait i has been commented upon even by total strangers, and wncn i went to see my great-grandfather, Dr. Marini, when I passed through Milan, the other day, his iirst exclamation on beholding me was, 'You arc like your mother's race.' By-the-way, what a wonderful old man he is! 1 have promised to pay him a long visit on my way back to Paris, and he tells me that he will then confine to my keeping sundry family relics of great importance. I confess that I am very curious to see Iii in. He is nearly ninety years old now, but preserves all his faculties unim paired" A few months later Louis wrote that the promised visit had been paid, nnd that Dr. Marini had placed iu his hands some curious and antique objects, several of which had at one time be longed to tho famous family of Pope Alexander Borgia. "Amongst these," he wrote, "is an ivory casket of exqusite and arti tic workmanship, it possess certain singular properties which I shall describe when we meet." Next camo the news ot the death of the old doctor, who had seemed to have lived thus long for the express purpose of bestowing his cher ished heirlooms on his great-grandson nnd sole direct descendant. The two years that had been fixed as the period of young Seabrook's absence had nearly come to an cud, and he had already written to announce the dute ut which ho would sail for home, when he received from Mis. Marsden tho news of Grace's engagement to a young and talented lawyer, Stuart Hastings by name. The match was one that was satisfactory in every way to Mr. and Mis. Marsden, and, to do them justice, they had both looked upon the attachmeut of Louis for his cousiu as a mere boyish passion that had not survived the tests of time and absence. This letter received no response, but Louiswrote a few hurried liues to Grace, declaring his intention of being present at her marriage. "And to prove to my pretty cousin that 'I bear her no malice for the way that she has trilled with my affections," he wrote :"I will bring her a wedding present such as few brides iu this nineteenth century have ever secu. But it was not till the day before that fixed for the ceremony that Louis made his appearance at the house of his aunt. lie reeuved a warm welcome from Mrs. Marsden, who had always looked upon him as one of her own children. "You have grown tall and manly, Louis," she said, lifter tho first greetings were at an end, "but you look wild, haggard and feverish. Are you suffer ing from malaria? You must not fall ill ou the very day of your return the eve of (trace's wedding day. Your playmate of bygone days would feel sorely grieved if you were not to be present to-morrow." "Ah, yes where is Grace? I had for L'olten Grace!" the young uiun responded. hurriedly. "I want to see her I have i ,. r. , my weutung-giii rcauy ior ner, ana l want to present it to her myself." "Go into the library, then, and I will send her to you in a moment. She is just having her wedding-dress tried on for tho la-t time, and I will tell her not take it off, for 1 want you to see how charmingly she looks in it." And with a nod and a smile, Mrs. Marsden disappeared. Some ten minutes later the door of the library, where Louis was pacing the floor impatiently, was slowly opened, and ihe bride-elect, graceful and charming iu her vesture of snowy satin, with a mieu of grave sweet muidenliucss, advanced w ith outstretched bauds to meet the newly returned wanderer. He gazed upon her for a moment w ith a lowering brow and a bitter smile. "So it is thus that I find you, woman that I loved," lie said between his tcath, "on the eve of your marriage, all radiant and smiling in your bridal finery!" "Cousin Cousin Louis I" stammered the young girl, amazed nnd half alarmed at Seabrookc's demeanor. "Oh, you need not be afraid I have not come to overwhelm you with re proaches or tell you all tho ill that you have wrought, my Cousin Grace. I have brought you a present from beyond the seas. Take it, and with it such blessings from me as you and youi kinsfolk richly deserve." So saying, he turned toward the table, and brought forward to tho light an ivory casket that stood there, still half shrouded in its wrappings. Divested of these, it showed in tho sunset light as a marvel of artistic beauty. In hiidi re lief upon the lid was carved the meeting of Bacchus and Ariadne, and the sides were adorned with a representation of the bridal procession of the god, wherein bacchantes nnd satyrs, nymphs and fauns, and cupids nnd panthers, were all mingled in graceful confusion. The mountings of the casket were in antique silver, and on a shield just above the lock were engraved tho intertwined in itials "C. B.,"snd below these a "V." surmounted with a ducal coronet, the in signia of "Casar Borgia, Duke of Yalon tinois." It was a gift worthy to be offered by an cunmored monarch to his future Queen. Grace drew near nnd gazed with breath less delight ut the exiiuisite workman ship of tho ivory carvings. Meantime Louis took from his pocketbook an an tique key in darkened Bilver. This, too, was a veritable work of art. The tube was held iu the upraised bauds of a mer maid, whose curved fish-tail formed tho handle of the key. I his handle on its outer edge was bordered with small, scarcely perceptible points, or spines. which would be apt to wound the hand of any one trying to open tho lock and not warned to take due precautions. This key Louis carefully fitted into the lock of the casket. "Open it open it, Grace!" he cried with feverish eagerness. "Within you will find inclosed a necklace of the choicest pearls to be found in all Paris. Open it open it, and tell me what you think of my wedding presents." But without touching the key the girl glided forward, nnd, resting her clasped hands ou the lid of the casxet, sue looked into the dark, troubled depths of her cousin s eyes with a tender serious ness in her glance that caused hi in to turn pule unit to look aside. Dear Cousin Louis," she said, "you have brought me a magnificent gift, but do not think me exacting or ungrateful if I ask you for something more, lou know I am going out to morrow to a new life, and 1 want to take with me all the kindly thoughts and affection of those who loved mo when I was a little child. You feel bitterly towards us all, I know, because I could not love you better thau 1 have done just ns I have loved my brothers. It will cast a shadow- on the brightness of my wedding-day if I think you are still displeased with my parents, and still feel unkindly towards me. Dear Cousin Louis my brother Louis in memory of our old pleasant days together, will you not grant me my request? Take back your lovely casket and your necklace of pearls, and give me instead your frank brotherly affection once more." He fixed his dark, burning eyes on the soft blue ones raised so pleadingly to his own. "So you will not open the casket, Grace?" he said, hoarsely. "Not till you promise. to grant me my request. Ah, Louis, have you forgotten all those days when we were children to gether, and little cousin Grace used to pet vou, and watch over vou, and keep her boisterous brothers from teasing you? l ou were always very dear to mo, Louis be my dear brother once again and al ways." Still gazing fixedly upon her, he drew the casket towards him, unlocked it, threw back the lid, and withdrew the key. Ho held up his hand with its open palm turned towards Grace as he did so, and tho astonished girl could see upon it one or tw o minute drops of blood caused by the punctures of the points on the hundle of the key. "Take your casket and your pearls, Grace, and with them my full forgive ness. Y'ou do not know what good service I have dono you to-day. I have swept from your path a bitter and dangerous foe. l)id you ever read Victor. Hugo's 'Esmeralda?' There are four lines in an old translation of that poem which are now ringing in my brain : " 'Mine be th tomWuud thine be light and life. I die, and Fate avejiges thne. Tis well. I go. Oh angel of my; life, to learn If Heav'n is sweetias were thy love. Fare well.'" So saying, he took Grace's head in both his bauds, kissed her tenderly ou the forehead, aud departed. A week later tho community was elee tr'.ticd by tho news of the sudden death of voung Louis Seabrook, whosuccumbed - Ti i - i j- io a rapiu ami mysiunous mautiiy a icw days after the marriage of Miss Marsden. The disease which proved so speedily fatal batlled all the scicnoeand conjectures of the physicians (tilled in to utteud him. They agreed that his symptoms closely resembled those produced by the bite of a serpent, aud finally decided that the patient had fallen a victim to some acute und mysterious form of blood-poisoning. It was only Richard Marsden who leurned the truth, anil that was after the death of Louis Seabrook. Amongst the papers of the deceased wasj found a letter j addressed to his uncle. It set forth iu I rambling, incoherent fashion these facts: I brought the casket of Casar Borgia as : a preaeut to Graco," h il a. . 1 L ...1.1 . ho wrote, "intend ing that she should not long survive her I marriage. The little points that stud the handle of the silver key, and that are ar ranged so as to puncture the hand of any one who tries, unwarned, to open the ! casket, contain a deadly venom. But, once brought face to face with my fair I and gentle cousiu, I could not find it in my heart to carry out my purpose. Two natures have striven for supremacy in my soul. The one isthecruel serient-cuniiiiig infuse 1 there by the Borgia blood of my I maternal ancestors. The other is the ' frank kindliness of my American father. , What if the tirst-Uttined clement should once again win the upper hand, as it did when I planned I. race a bridal gittf 1 have deliberately tested on myself the death-dealing properties of the poisoned key. I have destroyed it. Never again will it work barm ou any human being. Aud never again shall I. I would not live to deal with fresh temptation, -per- j haps to succumb to them. The legacy ot i my great-grandfather has wrought evil for no one not even for myself. I go " 'To where, beyond these voices, there is peace.' " Frank Leslie'). How An Earl Coins Money. Warwick Castle, which is one of the great federal castles of England, affords a very handsome revenue to its present occupant, the Earl of Warwick, through shilling admissions being charged to view all except the private living apartments. The present Earl, writes a correspondent of tho New Y'ork World, is a poor man for ono in his position. He has been obliged to live quietly and husband his resources to do his best to free this property from the debts upon it when it came to him. The estate was loaded with mortgages when he received it. His oldest son, Lord Brooke, married a few years ago one of the great heiresses of England. Looking back over the his tory of this family, I find that nearly all of its financial successes have coma through the marriage of a rich young woman. Ibis heiress who married Lord Brooke is a spirited young ludy who re fused the hand of Prince Leopold when it was tendered her a few years ago. Up to within a few years there was no ad mission fee charged nt Warwick Castle. Then the butler and the housekeeper were permitted to show people through at certain hours of the day, and they wero permitted to pocket tho fees paid them. The result was that these two people accumulated a great fortune dur ing their 20 years' service, and have now set up as magnates of county kitchen circles. The present Earl now takes th s revenue to himself. One of the peculiari ties of this business is that the tickets of admission are not sold on the castle grounds. There is a strange avoidance of any apparent connection upon the part of the castle with the financial features of this transaction. At the porter's lodge you are told that tickets can be bought at the little humble house in the fendul row, under the foftv battlements of this most aristocratic abode of one of the greatest peers of the realm. Y'ou visit this house and there your money is taken through a little wicket, and in exchnnge you are given a ticket which entitles you to be shown through the castle. Commissionaires are on duty there, and they display the treasures and the beauties of the place with the same business-like method and manner ol people in charge of any of the show places of London. The money deposited by the visitor finds its way to a bank to the Earl's credit, affording him at the present time a clear not income of fully f 15,000 a year." The Age of Railroads. Few people realize the extent nnd im portance of the railroads in the United States. We have grown so familiar with vast railroad systems that we do not ap preciate their magnitude. The building of a new railroad now creates very little comment. There are about 140,000 miles of railroad in the United States. In all the world outsjde there are less than 200,000 miles. We have over two-fifths of the railroad mileage of the earth. In the State of Georgia alone there are several hundred more miles of railroads than there are in the German Empire. And this proportion is increasing, for nowhere is railroad construction proceed ing so rapidly as in the United States. These facts indicate a great change in the old conditions of comjnerce. Fifty years ago an inland town of any consider able size would have been an impossi bility. Population was thick at the ports and grew sparse with the increasing dis- iBiiv.c iiTcis ntui iiic era, jnufunus are now the 'great channels of trade. They make ports amid the mountains. Railroads are bdilt right along the banks of our great rtveis, and compete success fully with water transportation. There never was a time when railroad enterprise wus bolder, or when railroad investments were, on an average, more profitable. It is impossible to set a limit to the possi bilities of railroads in this country. At lanta Constitution. Buttons From Blood. A retired member of "the finest" H about to engage in a new, queer, odorif erous but a paying business. Ho is going to make ear-rings and buttons from blood. "Near Chicago," said he, "there is a factory that employs 100 people, who make buttons from the waste animal blood that conies from the abattoirs neui by. Hirst, the man who introduced the industry iu America, lost heavily at it io the beginning, but is now immensely wealthy. I have a son who worked in tho Bridgeport factory and understand! the business thoroughly, and I think there's millions in it. Not only button! are made of blood, but earrings, brooches, belt clasps, combs and other little things of the same cla-s. In England there art lots of these factories. In the Bridge port factories they use about 10,000 gal Ions of blood per day. Only fresh bed blood is used. Pigs' blood, it is be lieved, would answer fully as well, but it costs too much to collect it. During the drying process much of the blood evap orates, imt w hat remains is pure albumen. Air York iliiil mid fijiret. Stopped Just In Time. The well-known horse traiuer, Profes sor Gleason, says "whoa" is tho sacred word of a horseman. It should never bt used unless he wants his horse to stop, and w hen it is used the horse should al ways stop. Compliance with this rule recently saved the life of a boy on a funu not far from Albany. He was on a mow ing machine, and accidentally fell in front of the mower. As he fell he shouted "whoa" to his horses and they stopped. The rutting knife of the machine was resting ou top of tho boy's foot when he was taken up. Had the horses taken a single step more the lad's foot would have been mangled to pieces. AUnmy Juuntal. A Guarantee Against Itain. Go, ltounie and quietly dress, And wo nolo the fair will go; Tli grand utfair is rich anil rare, 'Tit, said to Im the tlntst show. Much to enjoy, lutu-hl to aimoy, No fairer duy you'll hud; The i.kh'S are clear, you ve miught to fear, t'liibrvllaji we will leave iMloud. From btoruu becure 1 teal o,uiu secure, The reaou why 1 will expluin; The heavens bright will rcct our stht, ' "ttUi weutlier prophets say twill ram -oWlull'l Sum. BOWSER'S INJURED ANKLE IT IS THE CAUSE OV MUCH ANXI ETY AND TROUBLE. A Chapter in tho Domestic litre of the Bowser's Graphically Recited by Mrs. Bowser. Five days ago Mr. Bowser was brought homo with a sprained ankle. He got it by a misstep off tho sidewalk. I had tho doctor come up to look at the limb to see that no bones were broken, and he went away assuring Mr. Bowser that he would be able to walkout in four or fve days. He had scarcely gone when tho patient asked mo in a pitiful voice if I thought ho was going to die? "Going to die, Mr. Bowser? Why, what nonsense! What put that idea in your head?" "I have a presentiment. I I think I ought to draw up my will." "It's all folly. You've got nothing but a simple sprain." "Simple! 1 tell you this is a terrible thing, and if I live two days it will be a great wonder to me. The Bowser men die hard, but they have to die as well as other folks. Do I look like a man struck with death?" "Not a bit of it. I never saw you look more healthy." "Mrs. Bowser, don't you deceive mo! Deceiving a dying husband is an awful crime. Has the door been muflicd and tho girl told that no callers are ad mitted?" "Certainly not." "And aren't you going to send the baby over to mother's until you seo whether I die or get well?'' "Not a bit of it. Don't bo a booby, Mr. Bowser. When I broke two ribs last fall you simply remarked that ought to know better than to fall against a board." I tucked him up nnd patted his head and he cried. He wanted me to hold his hand and I sat and held it until he fell asleep. Then I went up-stairs to do a little work, nnd hadn't been gone over fifteen minutes when I heard him shout ing at the too of his voice. I ran down and he thundered at me: "Is this your love for your crippled and dying husband;" "I had some work to do." "Work I can you think of work while I lie here sulfering untold agonies! What is making up an old spare bed compared to the life of your husband? Are you iu n hurry to seo crape on tho doorJ" "Come, Mr. Bowser, don't bo unreason able. I will do everything for your com fort, but things nrouud tho house must be seen to." When evening enmc Mr. Bowser had a slight fever, aud ho grew more pettish. Ho wauted me to telegraph to his brother in Japan, his sister in California, and to telephone the doctor. I put in an uwful night with him. Ho heard cats and burglars and forty other noises, and he refused to go to sleep for fear he'd die without knowing it. At midnight after I had helped him turn over about twenty times and had upset his pillow until the case was worn thread bare, he wanted me to telephone the doctor nnd ask if a sprained ankle ever struck to the heart. I rang up the cen tral and the following conversation seemed to take place: "Doctor. Mr. Bowser has crown steadily worse since you left, and I don't believe he can live an hour longer, les, I have done as you told me. Oh, you knew he d die before morning, eh? Oh, yes, I shall be pretty well fixed lor a widow. About six hacks, I guess. I'm no hand to make a spread nt a funeral. Y'ou might " "Mrs. Bowser!" yelled Mr. Bowser at the top of his voice, and wdien I ran into the bed-room ho was sitting on the edge of the bed, hair on end aud lace palo us death. "What do you want, deur?" Well, tho poor man actually fainted away in his nervousness, and when he came to I had to sit and hold his hands while he caught catnaps. Tho swelling was nearly gone from his nnklo in the morning, and he could dress himself and hobble about. He, however, drew up his will, had two or three mysterious conferences with purties he sent for, and I saw him looking over a lot of photo graphs ot monuments ana tombstones I caught him weeping once, and when I stroked the back ol his neck, and called him my poor, crippled gazelle, he looked up in u pitiful way and said: "Mrs. Browser, it's awful hard to hava to die at III v nge." That was Mr. Bow ser for the first two days. On the third ho went down town, and on the fourth he gave up his cane. When he came home to dinner I was on the lounge with teeth and ears and eyes lull of U' liralgia. "Now what !" he roared out. "I'm dreadfully ill, Mr. Bowser." "Bosh! A little neuralgia! Mrs. Bowser you've got no more sand than a grasshop per. If I were as big a baby us you are I'd live on southing syrup." "But- but when you had nothing but a sprained unkle, you you ."' "When I fell fourteen feet, Mrs. Bow ser, and c nn ked two ribs, upset my liver, t li ned my right leg clear around, knocked my elbows loose and brought on brain fever I lay here without a mur mur or complaint, and you know it I You are a booby a regular booby, and I'll go back dow n towu for my dinner." Ihtroit y-Vfn I'rtm. A Sportsman's Paradise. An official return of the number of game of all kinds that have been shot in the Austrian empire during the last season has just been issued, and the figures cer tainly show that sportsmen have a lino time of it in the dominions of the Kaiser Francis Joseph, who is himself a perfect Niiurod. One million three hundred and nineteen thousand and ninety-eight hares und 1,100,104 purt ridges head tho list. Next come 0X,uS pheasants and 8i,0ti7 quails, 70,000 stags und roebucks, tlO.UOO chamois, 55,187 wild ducks, and 25,453 foxes. There were only 2,51)11 wild boars, 32 bears, and 123 wolves. Upward of i'5,000 was paid in indemnities for damage to the woods and lauds that were shot over. London Truth. A sharp-eyed traveler reports that within a year the Mormon women havo generally discarded their plain garb and now appear as gayly attired as their Gentile sisters, MORNINO. Lol from out the Orient splendor Comes th day, While about his chariot golden Sunbeams play; Dewdrops on the meadow grass AU alight, Glinting In the yellow sunshine, Diamonds bright. From around the homely cottage, AVhere they creep. Wake the purple morning glories From their sleep: Waken roses, fresh and dewy, To the light, Blushing from th wind's caresses Through the night Listen to sweet nature-music, 'Mong the trees; Singing bird and rustling leaflet; Humming bees 'Mong the scarlet honeysuckles, Robbers bold Are they, with their loads of treasure. Yellow gold. And the fragrance of the meadows, Perfume rare, Sweeter than Cashmerian roses, Fills the air. Life again has slowly wakened. Newly born, And with every bud and blossom Greets the morn. lirllt Bremer, in IK Current. HUMOR OF THE DAY. It would seem natural for a carpenter to walk with a lumbering gait. An unpopular "fall" resort a banana peel on the sidewalk. Hold Mtit. " My bark is on tho sen," remarked the man who sent his dog on ship-board. Merchant Traeeler. The fishermen has no difficulty in mak ing both ends meet when he catches an eel. Iiustun Courier. Even a doctor who speaks only one language may yet understand a great many tongues. QoodaW Sun. When the days grow sad and lonely, Love and youth and friends depart, There is naiight like a Bologna Sausage to cheer up his heart. Uoodall's Sun. There is nothing consolatory for tho patient suffering from a severe cold in head to be told that "colds attack tho weakest Bpot." Salem Neiet. If you want to get a good idea of tumultous motion vou want to watch the agitation of the bustles of two women dancing a hop waltz. Boston Trantcript. Joegs thinks his girl the pride of earth He pictures her in glowing colors, And loes her for her modest worth (Said to be thirty thousand dollars). Tid-Bits. "And what makes you think I'm a slow reader?" asked Merntt. "Because," replied Miss Snyder, "I lent you a book more than a year ago Bnd you don't seem to have finished it yet." Judge. "Who is that young man that just called on you?" asked the senior member of the firm. "He's connected with the Squarup Life Insuruneo Company." "What does ho do?" "I don't know, but, judging from his deportment, I should say he must be custodian of tho assurance." Jferehant Traveler. Brief Snake Stories. The County Clerk of jjo.nokeA r'" responsible 'ToTTuiTTWi '"ifVi-fly UrnS killing a snake eight feet long. A farmer, living on the old Pcachtrce road, Atlanta., Ga., counted over 150 snakes in an hour's stroll on his farm re cently. A black snnkc, five feet two inches long, entered the house of Alonzo Bald win, of Missouri City, and dined on four pretty canaries that were in a cage hang lug against the wall. After the poultry house of Willis Perrry man, near Bonne Terre, Mo., had been nearly depopulated, he tried rat poison, and found tho next duy in his hennery a dead bull snake of enormous size. Pat Pierce's wifo saved her four-year-old boy, who had been biten by a moc casin, by sucking the wound, giving the child whisky and putting a tooacco poultice on the wound. She lives near Macon, Ga. The thirteen-year-old daughter of Cal vin Banks, of Grillin, Ga., was bitten on her foot by a six-foot rattler whilo sho was topping cotton. Remedies wore promptly applied, but the child died in a short time. Whilo chopping wood, David McGran nahan, of Yellowstone, Wis., was bitten ou the end of his finger by a rattlesnake. In a second, with one blow of the axe, he had amputated the linger, and he never felt any effects from the bito. An Athletic Prod Igy. Wesley Welch is an athletic prodigy. He has gone barefooted every summer of his life. His first shoes ho paid for with quails that ho trapped, lie never took medicine; was never sick. His speed und endurance on foot ure wuuderful. A noted fox chase is recalled iu which ho cuught the fox after a run of four hours, when all but two of twenty-five hounds hud given out in the ruu of from fifteen to twenty miles. Ho refers to Mr. Goodwin and Major Jones, of .Memphis, who saw him catch the fox. About twenty men ou horseback started in tho chase. He is confident that he can ex- eel in speed aud endurance both hound uud horse in a long race. He has made a mile iu 1 :58, aud ten miles in eighty minutes. His longest and best walk waa from Atlanta to Chattanooga iu a day and night, one hundred aud forty miles. He had two companions on the start, but left them behind. On a hard journey of this kind he wants no food but sweet eued coffee, und he will refrain from eat ing the day or ao beforehand. Ho says we all eat too much. Ha prefers w ild game and then mutton uud beef to hog meat, and regards chicken as the worst of meats. SatheiUe American. About the Banilclloii. Have you ever wondered how this common wild flower got its name of dandelion f Well, you must know that its petals are supposed to be like tin) tooth of a lion. Now the French for "tooth of lion" is dent de lion, of which our word is almost a direct copy. Curi ously enough, this resemblance seems to have struck the Greeks also, for their iiumih for the flower i leontodon, which ! means "lion's tooth.'" 'J.ittU J-'vU:"
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