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VOL. XXVIII. NO. 32. TIONESTA, PA., WEDNESDAY, NOV. 27, 1895.
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THANKSG1VINO.
That fields have yielded ample storo
Of frill and wheat and corn,
That nik'bls of restful blossodnoss
Have followed each now morn;
That flower hare blossomed by tha paths
That love has filled ns with dollR)
We offer henrtfolt praise.
What shall we any of sorrow's hours.
Of hunger and dental,
Of tears, and loneliness, and loss,
Of long and blttor trial?
Oh, lu the darkness have not wo
Veen now, resplendent stnrs?
Hnvo we not learned some song of faith
Within our prison bars?
Not only (or the earth's rich gifts,
fttrewn thick along our way.
Her looks of constant loveliness,
We thank our Ood to-day:
But for the spirit's subtle growth,
The higher, better part,
The treasures gathered In the soul
The harvest of the heart.
, Mary F. Butts.
THE LOST THIMBLE.
"COCK'S" TUANKROIVINO DAI STOUT.
MAN is consid
erably out of
place at a
quilting bee.
Of course, all
the loneo
were Root) to
rue, and the
hostess miulo
n special effort
at entertain
ment, but it
seemed all tbe
time as just
one more reminder of my unfortunate
sex ; my inability to thread a needle,
and my ignorance of ''log cabin" and
other quilting.
Dock recognized something of the
came thing. Though it was his own
bonne, and though ho was confessedly
a "lady's man," the number of them
at the "bee," and the unqualifiedly
dominant manner iu which they took
possession of the premises, 'tamed
Lira somewhat; and he was content to
retire with me to a quiet plane in the
dining room, after the dinner thine
bad been cleared away, and there tell
m.e a story.
"You know that Mrs. Harney they
iutrodttcod yon to, a littlo bit ago,"
be said ; and I admitted that I remem
bered her.
1 did in a way. Even as be spoke
the woman passed laughing through
the room largo of figure, gruoeful,
fair nnd handsome, with dancing eyes
and a gracious presence, wherever she
went. She had left her placo at the
blue qnilt in the sitting room and
joined herself to the circle, sewing on
red in the parlor.
"Well," said Dock, "she's Belle,
tbe daughter of Chris Chaffee. You
ought to remember Chris,"
Someway, far baok in my boyhood
memory, in the fair days when this
was my home neighborhood and these
people wero familiar figures in life,
there was a Chris ChnfToe. I could re
member little about him beyond his
name,- but that was clear enough.
Thirty years may erase muob, but
memory holds to the names. Still I
funoied Deck had something to say
about the woman, aud I told him I re
membered.
"That woman," bo continued, "will
be twenty-four next Thursday. That
is. she was born on Thanksgiving
night twenty-four years ago. The
day of the month changes every year,
of course, but they always count
Thanksgiving as her birthday. Yes,
it was Chris's notion. Ue was an old
genius, if you remember him. Well,
be was.
"You know when Chris was a boy,
along about fourteen years old, I
reckon, he made his home at Grand
ma Ellis's place. You know the farm.
Big, old-fashioned frame bouse, tire
pluces, and all that. Well, Oraudma
Ellis was one of the best housekeepers
in the country ; made the best bread
hop-yeast bread, you know. And
the was a great sewer. When she was
married her husband gave her a gold
thimble. It as made from a $5 gold
piece he earned driving cattle iroiu
Ohio to Baltimore long, long ago
before there were any railroads.
"Of course she prized the thimble.
Five dollars whs a good deal of money
then ; and, betides, it was a wedding
present. She used it off and on all
tier lifo after that, aud there wasn't a
thing in t ho house the thought so
much of.
"It was Wednesday, the day before
Thanksgiving, and of course it was
baking day. Wednesday was bukiug
i!ny jut as much as Monday was wash
day. Grandma haJ been sewing some
buttons on Chris's jnoket, and when she
got it done she called him to put it
,m, and then she went out to get her
bops aud sculd them and set her
yeast.
"She kept her hops, just as all the
old housekeepers did those days, in u
buff that would hold fibnllt half n luisli-
ej, ami ithuug lu tho woodbnuso just
' outside the kitchen door. She put in
her hand, took up about the right
quantity, shook it free from the louse,
clingiug bops, uud put them iu a
quart cup aud poured boiling water
over them.
"But the hop bag was pretty nearly
empty. That mado her think of tho
new croj). Chris bad gathered them
itbout a week before, and they were ly
ing spread out'ou tho end of the work
bench in tho woodhoubu; su she gath
ered them up and put them iu the hop
bug. I suppose those old women,
never run out of bops. The supply
might run out by fall, but they uro
ulways btoeked up agaiu. And tho bag
would last u lifetimo.
"While she was setting her yeast
rbe told Chris to yo and i-plit sumo
kindling and jet the wood ready for a
lire in her outdoor oveu. Lord 1
remember that old oven, well. It was
mm?
A DAI TO BE
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Ml (iiMi
' ' '.' I ;.jV.'TtuTVi'tMii tvi n.i 'S.'l'jT.i l.'-';:'!?! IU
The Son "Fa, what's that like that for? Looks like mourning."
Old Man (with a shuddor) "Perhaps it is, my son, Your mother died on
that day Inst year." Truth.
of brick, of course, and with an arched
roof, plastered and whitewashed, and
she was proud of it. And she bad a
right to be, for the bread she made
there was tbo best in the country.
"Chris went to split the kindling
and Grandma Ellis went back to her
sewing; but Bhe couldn't find her thim
ble. No, sir; she couldn't find it any
where, high nor low. That gold thim
ble! Why, it wouldn't have troublod
her much more if the house had
burned down. She conld havo lost all
the cows or the horse?, or could have
borne a drought that destroyed the
crops. But that gold thimble, made
from her husband's 85 piece and pre
sented to her on her wedding day I
Why, it almost broke her heart
"Of course she called Chris, but he
eaid be hadn't seen it. She didn't like
to suspect him, but she could hardly
help it And when she had looked
everywhere else made him come in,
and she searched him ; and ho cried
and so did she. And they didn't have
much fun out of that Thanksgiving
Day.
"Well, tbe neighbors heard of it, of
course. They all knew of the thimble,
and they all said Chris might have
taken it. Some of them said they al
ways had heard he was light fingered.
And he left Grandma Ellis along about
holidays, and then the neighbors were
sure had taken the thimble.
'.'But he didn't go out of the neigh
borhood. He got another place to
live, and ho worked there that winter
and the next summer worked there
four or five years, I guess. He was a
mighty good hand. My father used
to say Chris was the best cradler in
West Township. Just before the war,
when he was grown up, I heard a man
say one time if Chris Chaffee hadn't
taken that gold thimble of Grandma
Ellis's he would be a model citizen.
Ob, yes; it stuck to him. It followed
him. Y'ou see it's a serious thing in
the country for a boy to get caught
stealing anything. They never forget
it.
"Grandma Ellis was awful sorry.
She always would say Chris was n
steady boy, and willing, it there ever
was one. And she would have done
anything for him. Lots of times she
tried to be friends with him, but he
THERE 6TOOD
was kind of shy. Tbe neighbors told
her she better leave him alone before
she was any worse off."
"He went into the army when tbe
war broke out, and I guess he made a
good soldier. Now and then letters
came home telling about tbe boys
from Marshall County, and nearly al
ways Chris was mentioned. When
Brazil Bradley came home on fur
lough he said Chris was a good pen
man, and be might have been an o Ul
cer if it hadn't been for that gold
thimble. He was a big, fine looking
fellow, but of course every one in the
regiment knew about that, and it
seemed to hurt bis chances.
"But he didn't complain. lie just
went on and seemed to think if he
ooaldu't uu Jo tbtt act hi could at j leas
got along without repeating it. He
was wouuded one time and came home
ou sick furlough and got several re
cruits to start back with him. Buo
they left him just before they enlisted.
Sumo one told them about the gold
thimble, aud they said they didn't
wtiLt to have any thief pulling them
iiruuiid over tbe country.
"Wbeu tbe war over Chris came
back and bought a farm up here iu
tbe thick woods. It seems he had
been saving his money all through ths
time he was iu the service, and when
he came out La hud tuaic-tUiu, ll;
REMEMBERED,
boarded at Hi Rank's place and cleared
up his land. And then he built a
house there, and furnished it, and
folks joked him a good deal about a
housekeeper ; but he didn't seem to
find a wife. He always said he wasn't
in a hurry, but we all knew it was tbe
women that wasn't in a hnrry.
"Of course he was respeoted and
trusted and all that. His credit was
good at any of the stores in town, and
if ho went bail on a note it was good
anywhere. Ue was quiet and orderly
and a good farmer ; and of course no
one had anything but kind words for
him. Only that old matter of tho
thimblo would keep coming up. Y'ou
know a country neighborhood don't
change very rapidly. And when a
story fastens once on a man it hangs
there as long as he lives.
"I know he used to try and get bet
ter acquainted with the women, but
when one would go with him a time or
two she would hear that story, and
hear it from so many that Bbe would
quit him. And. he was thirty years
old when he finally married. Oh, yes,
ho married right here in tbe neighbor
hood, and a woman that had known
him all her life. She knew the story
as well as anyone else did. They made
sure of that. But she said she didn't
care. She didn't believe it anyway.
And they said she had made her bed
and she might lie in it.
"But I bet you there wasn't a wo
man in West Township had a better
home than she had. Why, he was a
model husband.
"And the next year his baby was
born Belle, that's now Mrs. Harney
in there. Lat 1'vo heard my mother
tell time and again about that night.
Mother was over at Chris's house, and
so were two or three other women.
Tbe baby wai born Thanksgiving even
ing, 'about 5 o'clock, and along about
8 my mother was Bitting in front of
tbe fire holding that fat little girl ou
her knees, and talking with the wo
men abont people being rich if they
are boru late in tbe month, when they
heard the front gate open. You al
ways could hear that front gate at
Chris Chaffee's house.
"And tbe dog barked and tbe women
sat still and listened, and they heard
a stumbling walk along the path, and
GRANDMA ELLIS.
Chris got up from where he had been
sitting by the head of his wife's bed,
but before he could cross the room tbe
door oponed, and there stood Grand
ma Ellis,, with the gold thimble iu her
bund.
"Yes, sir; that same old gold thim
ble that ber husband had ma le from
his $5 gold piece, and gave her on her
wedding day.
"She could scarcely speak. Sho
had bilked the day bofore, and bad
felt something hard iu the hop bug.
But then she had felt something hard
in the bottom of that bag fur yer,
and never thought anything of it.
" ;t this Thursday Thanksgiving
Day she had started to till the bag
with fresh hops, and had felt the hard
substance again, and thought, while
the bag was nearly empty sbo would
empty it entirely, and f '.ii'.io it out.
And when bhe shook it, down amung
the chips iu the woodhouse rolled tbas
old gold thimble. It bid been fifteen
years iu tbe bottom of that bo;j bag.
She had dropped it iu tbor-: ! ' d-iy
before Thanksgiving, when suu bad
finished sewing buttous ou Chris's
jacket, and had gone to get hops for
her bread."
"What did Chris do?" said I.
"Chris! Why when be s-iw wliat !
vm, iml ku-v ii'i hiii Vi liu uu f it
m-uut, to Urnu Iui i Eili! U just gath
ered her up in his arms and carried
her to a chair, and told her to never
mind ; he knew she would find it some
time."
"But it is a good long walk from
the Grandma Ellis place down to Chris
Chaffee s farm, inu t it? said I.
"Seven mile," said Dock. "You
see she found it along late in the af
ternoon. ' Grandpa Ellis had been
dead a good many years, and she was
hiring a man to work the place for
ber, and she couldn't leave home till
she had gothis supper. And he didn't
want tbe horses to go out till next
morning, because he had been haul
ng wood all day. He offered to take
'he thimble to Chaffee's for her, but
the wouldn't let him. She said she
must take it herself. She never could
eat or sleep till she did. But she was
crying a good deal, and he thought
she would put it off till daylight, and
then he would give her a horse.
"But she couldn't wait, and after
supper she started out and walked
every step of that seven miles, and
cried herself to sleep in the spare bed
at Chris's house and slept there till
next morning. Bhe didn't live long
after that four f five years but she
worried over the thimble till she died.
I guess she left Chris some money,
but I don't think he has ever used it.
Ho had all ho wanted when they took
that stain from his lip. Tbey elected
him township trustee tbe next year.
Yes, I guess he was trustee jrhen he
died, when Belle, here, was pretty
near a young woman."
"Well, we're done with tbe red
quilt," called a cheery voice from the
parlor, and here camo Mrs. Harney
Belle Chaffee that was, with fair
blonde face and laughing eyes, and
lips like cherries, and a large, fine
figure, with a grace of movement and
a charm of speech that are rare among
women.
"Where's yonr cat, Dock?" she de
manded, brimming with mischief.
"We must toss tbe cat in the red quilt.
It wouldn't be a complete quilting if
we didn't toss the cat."
"I'll get the cat if you'll show me
your thimble," said Dock.
And she handed him a rather large
but thin and much worn thimble, made
of gold and marked on the inner rim
with shallow traoes of what had once
been the inscription : "Wedding gift
Ella Ellis 1815."
She looked in my eyes and know I
had heard her father's story. And
she took tbe thimble again and said :
"It was my birthday present from
Grandma Ellis Thanksgiving night
ob, ever so many years ago."
And then she carried her smile and
her laugh and her gracious presence
among the women again a perpetual
Thanksgiving wherever she went.
The American Tlianksiriug.
Thanksgiving is purely an Ameri
can holiday, original in conception
and growing from a small beginning
until it bos roaebnd tbe dignity of a
National event. Its first celebration
was by tbe Plymouth colony in 1621
those sturdy pioneers whose piety
was as pronounced as their pluck, who
honored themselves by honoring their
Deity. The custom soon beoame more
general, spreading over all the New
England States. After tbe revolution
it gradually extended to the Middle
States and later to the West, growing
more slowly in the South. In 1803
Linooln forever established it iu the
list of holidays by proclaiming a day
of Thanksgiving, his action being
promptly followed by the individual
proclamation of tho Governors of the
States, who named tho same day.
Since then, by common consent, the
first announcement of the day is found
in the President's proclamation, aud
the day so named is also named by the
btates.
In many ways Thanksgiving is one
of our most delightful events. It
i comes at a time when the rigors of
I winter are not yet at hand. We have
at our disposal all the varied products
of tbe soil, and the time for a season
of partial reot for the farmer is at hand.
One of the most delightful features,
which has become quite general, is
tho gathering together under the old
rooi'tree of all the scattered sons and
daughters ou this day. Two, three
aud sometimes four generations thus
meet around tbe festive and hospitable
table of the old homestead, aud thus
fraternal ties are strengthened and
filial piety encouraged.
Another and not less commendable
feature of this holiday is a practical
benevolence which has become very
notable. 1 oor people, to whom i
good dinner is a rarity, are hunted
out, aud in an unostentatious way are
helped to properly observe the day,
so far as its festive features aro con
cerned. The siek and sutleriug are
remembered in varioun ways. Tho
homeless are, for the duy, made mem
bers of some hospitable household,
where tbey can join iu tbe pleasures.
Altogether, this is perhaps its best
feature. There is nc pleasure so last
ing, none which affords such real joy,
as that which comes to us from tbe
knowledge that we have dono a real
kindness to some of the suffering
children of earth iu some way
alleviated their sorrows or eased their
paius.
Last, but not leat, tbe devotional
spirit which is tbe impelling motive
of the day, is encouraged aud devel
oped, wo learn to be more contented
with our lot, thankful for what we
have and hopeful for the future.
American Agriculturist.
Tlianks-lviii,' Day Exercise,
Perloy "Hullo, Jinx! going to
take Thanksgiving Duy off?"
Jinx "Yes. (iuiug to devote it to
utbleties."
1'erley "(iood.
or f.iOtbull?"
Jinx "Xi.iluer.
Whutkind? Golf
I going to carve
"e!f,lor ten people.
j oa ; Jlur;. ..:
THE TUP.KEY'3 IAMEHT.
I wish I was a little mouse,
I do not care how tiny:
I wish I was a little cloud,
I would not care huw iaw"t
.--Nr-V;!""'
:r TV-
I wish 1 was a horse, a cow,
A katydid, so shiny;
Oh, anything this time of year
Except a healthy turkey !
Tlinnksgirlnir.
In what penury, what hardship,
what sense of exile, what darkness o:
bereavement, what dependence upon
the Divine hand and gratitude for its
bounty, wero tbe earliest Thanksgiv
ingskept! The story of the Plymouth
colony can never bo too often recalled
by Americans. For uncomplaining
fortitude, for sturdy endurance, for
strength that know no faltering, for
splendid faith and undaunted heroism,
that story has ncrequal on the page of
history. Many delicate women died
in those first years, but we never read
that they weakened in courage while
they lived. Tbeira was the underly
ing might of a purpose which had its
root in principles ; and whoever may
celebrate the Pilgrim fathers, women
should forever keep green the mom
ory of tbe heroic Pilgrim Mothers.
We like to think of the group which
assembled at those Puritan dinner ta
bles in tbos3 fur away days. Tbe
harvests were reaped ; tbe churches
and tho school-houses were built; the
children were brought up in the fear
of God. In tbe cold meeting house on
the top of the nearest hill there had
been a long service, prayers, psalms,
sermons, and all of a 'generous prodi
gality of time to which we in our re
ligious services of to-day are strang
ers. Then came tbe unbending, the
lavish dinner, tbe froho of tbe little
ones, the talk beside the fire, when
tbo parents drew upon ths reminis
cences of fair England, or of Holland
by the sea.
Many a trothplight was spoken in
the twilight of Thanksgiving Day.
Youths and maidens then, as youtbs
and maidens still, met and fell in love.
Tho beautiful story which never grows
old was told by the ardent suitor to
the blushing girl in the Puritan home,
as in our households yet.
"Long was the good man's sermon,
But it seemed not so to me,
For he spake of Ruth the beautiful,
Aud then I thought of thee."
After all, the world changes little
in essentials as time passes. The girl
will wear her blue or ber orange a few
days later this year, but on Thanks
giving day, as ou all Days, her lover
will find his sunshine in her eyes, and
ber favor will be his highest incentive
to manliness and nobility. Harper's
iazar.
A Tliiiiiks';iviii (Jaiiie.
The game proceeds after this fashion
A map is held by tho judge, usually a
erowu person, or an older child ; then,
two ohildren are chosen and placed in
separate corners..
Says the judge: '.Now, Carrie, you
represent New xork in that corner,
und Richard, you are iu Moscow, im
prisoned; you want to get away and
reaob home by Thanksgiving Day,
You have got from behind tbe walls
but what is your directest routo
home?"
Then Richard has to toll each sea,
oountry and ocean he crosses to get
borne fur tbe turkey aud cranberry
sauce. If he can't do it successfully,
he must remain right on the spot on
the tlour where he stopped until he
thinks out his escape.
Other members of tbe gamo are
placed in prison at various parts of
tbe couutry. The favorite jails are
now located in China aud Japan on
account of the interest in the war. A
leading question is "if you were put
iu a Yukohama prison, how would you
got baok to Pekin?"
Soon the room becomes filled with
prisoners, alltrying to get home; half
of them are "stalled" iu tbo center
trying to think of the boundary line
which brings freedom, others are just
leaving tbe prison walls.
When tbe game has been played
frequently, those who join in get very
fumiliar with the junction of countries
aud learn mauy straight lines and
clever jumps that bad not uppeared
feasible bofore. Eur those who are
nut quite conversant with geography,
easy tusks are given ; for instance, to
be placed iu a Paris prison and find
th'.'ir home to Boston.
Some large games uro to be ar
ranged for Thauksgiviug parties with
favors for those who coino out of tbreo
prisons successfully.
Turkey.
1 iug drawcth nigh.
The day of fens
And scores of
Ci;!t one tlu;tV y
And etillf it f
Willi fruttsand be
Au I a id pru-e
X urievs soou must die.
r ii and sweet and fat.
. J II of this and that.
rii'? sauces iiiako
. vc.--nud pies aud cukes.
Ask friends and
Aud spend Thau
Lot not the car
but llll euidi it
Iv
,r indred all to come
skiving at your home.
s of lifo distress,
J 1 with buppiuuis.
Uivivo tbe ju T
Aud for tli I
of youthful days,
bles.-iugs ol!'r prais
Keusimahtc Aid.
"I would like to make your last
hours comfortable," reni'irked tho
Humorous) Man to tho Thauksgiviug
Turkey; "what euu I do for you?"
"Tiiauks, uwfully, " answered the
Thanksgiving Turkey; "if you will
I'liiiish tbo ebi'-tuutn, I'll do tho
i .-l. "Detroit Free. Pres,i.
WM
SCIENTIFIC AM) INDUSTRIAL.
Mail bags -in now be taken on and
delivered irotn trains running at sixty
miles an hour.
The effect of electric currents on
German silver and alloy of gold and
silver is to render those metals brittle.
Tbe nervesof warm-blooded animate,
says a scientific authority, telegraph
information to their brains at tne rate
of about 150 feet per second.
The Greatest transmission of power
by a wire rope is at Scbaffhausen ; by
means of it COO horse power is trans
mitted to a distance of a mile.
Sir William Turner has compiled a
table which Bhows that a whale of fifty
tons weight exerts 145-horse power in
swimming twelve miles an hour.
Platinum has been drawn into
smooth wire so fine that it conld not
be distinguished by the naked eye,
even when stretched across a piece ot
white cardboard.
Wheat can be grown in tbe Alps at
an elevation Jof 3G0Ofeet; in Brazil,
at 5000 feet ; in the Caucasus, at 8000 ;
in Abyssinia, at 10,000; in Peru and
Bolivia, at 11,000.
Fruit cools the blood, cleans the
teeth and aids digestion. Those who
can't eat it miss the benefit of per
haps the most medicinal food ou
nature's bill of fare.
A chemical torch, which ignites wbeu
wot, is a novel German invention. It
is intended for life-buoys, which ore
thus made visible nt night when
thrown to persons overboard.
A match cutting machine is quite an
automatic curiosity. It cuts 10,000,
000, a day, and then arranges them
over a vat, where the heads are put ou
at a surprising r.ite of spaed.
The German (loternmsa' has just
purchased an clectrio fla designed
for night use. The Ha? is four metres
square, and tbe design is traced iu
colored eleotrio lamps, which are
lighted by a wire from tbe desk.
A process that is claimed to render
thread and fabrics absolutely non
surinkable basbeeu devise I by Messrs.
Mathelin, Floquet and Bonnet. Tbe
old alumina or sulphate of alumina
process is combined with treatment
with carbonate of soda solution and
the use of steam. To iU fixing prop
erty the steam adds tho advantages of
increasing the degree of solution of
the alumina Baits, and of removing all
greasy feeling of tho treated fabrics.
Ingenious Adverlisiu?.
A citizen with a swollen jaw was
hastening along ono of tbe principal
streets of tho city, when a sign iu
front of a tall building caught his at
tention. It was as follows :
"Painless Extraction Of Teeth Free."
He stopped long enough to note tho
number of the lloor ou which tho
business indicated by the sign was cur
ried on and then hurried inside and
made his way to tbe dental parlors.
"Is this the place where you pull
teeth without pain free?" he inquired.
"Yes, Bir," said one of tho painless
extractors on duty.
"Well, I've got a grinder that's been
giviug a good deal of trouble. I wish
you'd yauk it out."
The suflerer took bis place iu tho
chair aud openo I 1im mouth. Tio
operator, after applying to the swollen
gum a puugout lotion of some sort,
speedily relieved him of the odouding
molar.
"Thanks," said the caller, clunbiu j
down and picking up bis hat.
"That will be tifty ceuts," rem'irke.l
the dentist.
"Fifty ceuts?" echoed tbo other.
"I thought it was free. That's what
you told mo a miunte ago, uud it's
what you say ou your sigu. "
"Just so. Did it hurt you any?"
"Yes, it hurt a little."
"That's right. Wo do our piiulev?
extracting fre, exuotlv as we claim.
When it burts we chirj;o for it. Fifty
cents, please." Chicago Tiilmue.
Revolution in the Industrial WurU.
Chauge of fashion h is eiusel m:my
revolutions in tlu industrial world.
In the days of criuoliuo aud flounces
tbe manufacturers of hoop-skirts con
stituted uu iuijiurtaut brauo'.i of the
industrial commiiuity. Wbeu fashion
ordained that women should dress
more seusibly those who ma to a liv
ing by making huop-.skirt were
thrown out of employment, and were
compelled to seek other means to earn
their bread.
In very recent years a caprice ik
fashion bad tbo effect of disturbing
ajd for a time practically unuihilitiug
an industry th'it gave remuuerunvj
employment to thousands, it was an
edict that issued from the i-aluus o.'
Frauce abont a dozen years ago pro
hibiting the use of o.-tricU fctthers as
un article of adornment for the huts
of women. As tbey had been iu u'.
most universal use before, feather
curling hud become a reeogui.el
branch of skilled labor, iu which a
greut uuinbor of girls wero engine'.
The establishments that employed
them were forced to shut do u ou ac
count ot tbe change of f.ishiou, aud
they were left without au ojcupitiuu.
But it was only fur a time. The wliirl
gig of fushiou has again glided into
tho forsaken track', uud tho leather
curlers have ret urued to their b.-nches.
New York N'ewc
She Owncl I ic f all-.
George Forbes, the engineer of the
Niagara Electric Company, says hi
ouoti lived iu u house beluugiug ti one
of tho Porter family, who have long
owned mcst of 1ih property Utiir tlu
fulls. A Miss li ti r was ime travel
ing iu Europe, und ut tne iuble u'hoic
her ueighbur uud : "O, i f you tt i e u i
American 1 suppose you hve uvu V
agara Fulls? " Shu i urue.l to In r in -ipurer
aud lixing him with her ry. s .n,
eaid : "1 own them ! ' S.ui I'mii j ,im
Argonaut.
OMNIA MUTANTUR,
1795.
A drowsy drone-,
A garden sweet;
And, all alone.
In klrtle neat,
Bo deft and prim.
To guide tho reel.
With sunshine In her dove-like eyes,
The maid Friscilht daily pile-
Her whoel.
ISO").
A noisy str"r.
Or lane or park.
Whore cyclists meet,
By day or dark;
In bloomers clad.
From head to heel,'
And resolution in her eyes,
The modern maiden deftly pllei
Her wneet.
Monroe II, IWse
mfelJ.
ni'MOR OF THE DAY.
ilie peculiarity of good inusio is
that it seldom sounds so. Puck.
Steam is au insolent servant, for it
often blows up its master. The
Waterbury.
He (in tbe drapery line) "Er
haven't we met'before?" She "Yes,
on the last remnant day." St. James's
Budget.
' She who can successfully minago a
hired girl is better than she who a I
dresseth the multitude. West Unioc
Gazette.
Mamme "Johnnv, why don't you
eat your oatmeal?" Johnny (who ,
has been visiting) "On, it tastes so
economical!" Puck.
"Take away wornau," fhoulod tbe
orator, "and what would follow?"
"We would." said a mau at the bask
of tbe audience, promptly. Tit-Bits.
When people full in love to-lay,
And all is rivalry and mirth.
It's two hearts with a sinylo thoiu'jt:
Oh! how much is the other worth?
ruV..-.
Watts "Did you ever know of auy
one dying for love?" Totts "Ono
I knew a fellow who starvi I to death
otter being refused by au heiress. "-
Indianapolis Journal. v , . ...
Mamma "Willie, wboro arc thoso
apples gone that wero iu tho store
room?" Willie --'They are with tho
gingerbread that was in the cupboard."
Pittsburg Bulletin.
"How vain you are, Ellle, loading
at yourself in the glass." "Vain,
Aunt Emma? Mo vain? Why, I don't
think myself half as good looning as
I really am." Punch.
Daughter "Ma;n:n.i, if I must
write to Mr. Bray about his extortion
ate bill, should I say 'De.ir Mr.
Bray'?" Mamma "Certainly, unler
the oiroumstancos." Tit-Bit-. .
"Hello, Jasmnn, whore are you liv
ing now?" "Vith my wife, of
course." "And where is your wife
living?" "Oh cr why with her
father." Cincinnati Tribnme.
From each the solemn statement c vuo.5
On highway and on byway;
There's but oue way to run mis o.uth,
Aud that, ot e jarse. Is ".in w.iy."
-Puck.
Au Important Point: Tbo Deacon's;
Wife "I hope you have boou c.vreful
about tbe new minister's qualifica
tions?" The Deaoon "Yes, we mado
him define exactly whit he meant by
'a few words.' " Brooklyn Life.
"I want to get out nt Fletcher
street," said a small boy tj a street
cur conduotor tbe other nilit. "Vh'it
do you say?" asked tlrj eouduetor,
not understanding what ho said.
"Please," responded tho youngster.
Hushing slightly. Lowell Citizen.
Said an uu'M'Mit spinster IHle.j
As she with her escort stool
While tho ruin iu torrents fell:
"This reminds tne of the Hood.'
"Oh," said lie, ill a" -outs brave,
"What a memory you have! '
D.'troit Free Press.
Elsie "Yes, dear, my hiiibaul is a
doctor, and a lovely fellow ; but ho is
awfully absent-minded." Ada "In
deed I" Elsie "Only fancy! Dur
ing tbo marriage cereiu.iuy, when ho
gave mo tho ting, ho felt my pulso
and asked mo to put out my tougtio."
Ada "Well, bo won't do tho bitter
again." Tit-Bit'.
"Smith is walking around to-day us
if ho wero walking ou eggs." "Ho
needs to." "What ails him.'" "Why,
lust night after ho had gone to bed ho
remembered that he should have taken
sumo quinine capsules, llo got up iu
the dark and took 'em. This morning
ho discovered that bo In 1 swallowed
throo tweuty-twu cilibcr revolver
cartridges. " Chicago R-.tcord.
Peculiarity ol III' Mo i.iu,- Itii-il.
The most remarkable thing about u
mocking bird is its way of luyiur out
u range, iu the uuttitnu it goes South
aud establishes itself on a picoo of
grouud that will yield berries uud
other food enough to l ist until spring.
The tract is determined with as much
accuracy as a mining prospector would
use iu stukiug out a claim. Perhaps
it muy bo only fifty yards sijuurc, and
it may have a length and breadth ot
us much as lot) yards. Tho space de
pends mainly upon the fou l supply iu
sight, but the mucking bird is a grout
gluttou aud wants ten times tin' quan
tity that would be iicivssiiry to kco;
him alive. Having laid out his r.iuge,
tho uuer will defend it with his life,
aud uu other fruit eating bird is al
lowed to enter it. C'hie:i;o Times
Heruld.
A king's Irresistible Aiu incut.
Frederick the Great's father w is iu
the habit of kiekiug tho sinus of those
who differed from hiiu iu argument.
i One duy ho asked u Courtier if ha
ugreud With bun ou some discusseit
point.
"Sire," he returned, "it is iuiposi
blu to hold a ditt'crcut ui iuiou from at
king w ho has such strong convictions)
uud wti'i'J mioli tbiek bouts. " Ar'u.
uuut.