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I Tho Kentucky Court of Appeals lias just fixed a new scalo of prices foi '""--WJ.Ig iVpl.a.iuJgment fot Nannie Ezell r-gai. Villiara Bags dale is not.. and'H therefore affirms the verify the lower court. Women have cause for encourage ment iu the fact that tho British na-' tional census taker, six years before the accession of Quecu Victoria, set down domestic service as tho only wage-earning occupation for women Now there are in the United Kingdom 130,000 teachers, 30,000 in the postal service, together with largo nnmhers in other employments too numerous to mention. The Island on whioh Dreyfus is iin. prisoned is called Ibelsla of the Devil, not, as some hive supposed, because of its iuhospitablo and insalubrious character, for it is, iu fact, a most at. traotive and delightful "summer islo of Eden," but simply because it was once the pripon of a convict so hide onsly depraved as to have been known to his jailers by tho sole name of the Devil. It will havo a nw name if it shall be proved, as now seems not unlikely, that Dreyfus was convioted of a crime whioh neither ho nor any one else committed. At its recent special session the Legislature of Kansas passed a bill that is a decided novelty in railroad legislation. The bill, in brief, pro vidod for the establishment, not of an . ordinary commission, such as exists in most of the States,, but of a regular court Teste 1 with exclusive original jurisdiction over causes of contro versy between tho railroads and the public. To it would be extended (ho authority belongiug to courts of com mon law and equity, under which it could obtain evidence and compel obedience to its decisions. The first Judges would be appointed and their successors eleoted; hence, the publio would have a personal interest in the court, and have no occattiou to charge the selection of incompetent or irre sponsible Judges. Syrian silk producers are advocat ing the direct shipment to the United States of the raw silk raited in Syria, which now reaches ns by way of France. It is held that four-fifths of the 900,000 pounds of silk annually produced in Syria, whioh is now shipped to France to be refinished and re-exported to the United States, eould, with the establishment of di rect communication betweeu America and Syria, be sent here direct, to tho benefit both of the grower and of the manufacturer. That there is force iu this view none can deny, says the Dry Goods Economist, and siuce one large house in New York is said to have placed iu Beirut an order for samples of Syrian raw silk, the elimination of the Frenoh middleman in this particu lar case seems not distant. After two years of investigation a commission en water supply iu Pitts burg has recommended a system of sand filtration, estimated to cost $1,700,000. The commission says that the investigation narrowed it self down to a recommendation either of the sand system or a mechanical system. An examination of tho rela tive efficiency of the two methods iu the light of experience showed that, bo far as the removal of bacteria from the water is conoerned, the sand filter leaves bnt little to be desired. Iu ad dition to baoterial efficiency is the question of the adaptibility of the effluent for steaming purposes. The effluent whioh yields a minimum scale formation and shows no corrosive action upon the points in the boiler generally first exposed to the attack, is, all other things being equal, to be preferred. Hore again the sand filter appears to hare given the best satis faction. Mr. Theodore C. Soarch, of Phila delphia, the President of the National Association of Manufacturers, advanced some impressive figures in the course of the formal address which he de livered before the annual convention of that body in Philadelphia several days ago. - Going back seventy-five years in the commercial and industrial progress of the United States he showed (hat thf exports of manufactures in 1821 agfregated only $5,623,077, or 12.88 per cent, of the total exports whioh in that year aggregated $43,. 071,894. Then coming down to the present time he showed that the ex ports of the manufactures in 1S98 ag gregated $288,871,499, or 23.87 per cent, of the total exports which in that year aggregated $1,210,202,097. From this disclosure one can easily form some idea of the .extraordinary progress which this country has made in commercial and industrial direo tions during the past seventy-five years. j THE MAN AND .;. rna mas. Wlnd,en the hilltop! ' Wind In the treel . Is there augbt In earth or heaven i That blndeto thee and me? I through the long hours Feebly creep and crawl O'er the green, smooth shoulders Of the huge mountain wall. Whilst thou In a moment With roaring skirts cutspread Leapest from the valley To the black mountain kend. HE wind shrieked and whistled through the empty cattle pens and rocked the palace stook cars to and fro upon the siding. The air reverberated with trtillery-like reports as the dense ice snapped and cracked with its own weight and the intense cold, while the rickety old hack that conveyed pas sengers in winter from the eastern bauk of the "Big Muddy" to the sleepy little town ot Riverside (the :ouuty seat of Gumbo County and emporium of the vast stock range that stretched away to the westward) rat tied noiely along with its scanty bur den. . In . the principal store Mr. Meggs, merchant and . poBtmasrer, was busily engaged in sorting out and tying np packages of mail for the lonely ranches that did duty as postoffices along the star route that extended some two hundred miles farther into the interior. Across the street Maverick Bill, stage-driver, was fortifying his atom ach preparatory to a sixty-mile ride over the aforesaid star route. At one of the green-baize tables at the far ther end of the room a little coterie of ranchmen, cowboys and gamblers had gathered. Bill eyed tho group long ingly as he remarked to the host who was also tho Sheriff of Gnmbo County and Deputy United States Marshal: "Twenty-two below, au the north wind a howlin' like a pack coyotes. I tell yer, it s a picnio. pack.n' mail on a day like this. Mix nio up a bottle of your best ol' rye an' Jamaica ginger." "Yes," replied the Sheriff consoling ly, "it's sure pretty rooky weather nobody but fools and mail-carriers will be outside to-day. The stage-driver growled something incoherently a little later the host observed, from his post at the win dow, "You'd better got a wiggle on yourself, Bui, Old Meggs has just hove the mail-sack out on the side walk and Mike is waiting for the team." Bill thrust the bottle into his over coat pocket, and hurried with some what unsteady steps across the street, He had just finished tying tho mail pouch to the buckboard when the hack driver from tho depot halted his panting team beside the vehicle. Train mst got in, Bill," said he, "Cuts are full Rotary busted jrot a passenger aud some express for you, Will you wait lor this mail? " "Not as anybody knows on," re turned Bill, "three or four days won't out no rigger with theni fellers up the creek. The hack driver opened the door of the carriage, and a tall, stylishly dressed young lady emerged from its dingy interior. Good morning, Mr. Harris," said she in a low, musical voice; "I was eo afraid that wo would not get here on time! 1 want to go out to the ranch with yon to-day." Bill stared at the new arrival for a moment in open-mouthed astonish ment and then exclaimed: "Why, Minnie Crawley! is that you? You sure don't think of trying to ride sixty miles on a day like this! You'll be plnmb froze to death." Oh! I must go, Mr. Harris: I haven't been home for nearly two years, and Mamma will be sp disap pointed." She 11 be a whole lot more disap pointed if I bring you in froze stiffer an a dogie. But if you must go, come inside and get some more duds. That rig may do in Boston, but it nin t no account out here on the prairies." When they emerged from the store a little later, Miss Crawley was clad in a huge coonskin coat that reaohed nearly to the ground. .A fur cap was npon her bead and a pair of thick German socks over her dainty little boots. Maverick Bill helped her into the buggy, tucked the robes carefully about her, then presenting her with a thick, dark-blue, woolen blanket, plainly inscribed with the well-known character U. S. I. D., he politely re marked: Pull that wakapomany blanket over your head an' keep your mouth shut until we get to the road-ranch. I hope the o ' lady'll have a good hot dinner ready when we get there, fer we'll sure need it." r Then taking the lines from Mike's willing hands, he sprang into the Beat beside his fair companion, and with a sharp cut of the whip sent the horses galloping down the street. The town, with its huddle of sou at. unpainted honses and its single deserted street, was quickly lost to view. Instead ap peared long, winding valley, bounded on either hand by bleak, desolate gumbo hills and snow-covered ridges and ravines. The snow creaked and crackled under the wheels of the buckboard. Long .ioicles attached themselves to the horses' nostrils and their tides became covered Tvitbj Jrost I MISS CRAWLEY'S HOME-COMING. 5 A Frontier Stage-Ride and How It Ended. i THE WIND.' TITS WIND. T Little puny brother, i Why question thus of me? There Is need of me; I doubt not There Is need ot thee. j I would smite thee were I btddea Without pity, without wrath, As I smite the gauzy May fly On the rain-swept path! I envy not, nor question, As I play my eager part, But I think that thou art nearer To the Father's heart! Minnie obeyed instructions to the letter by keeping her face covered and her mouth firmly closed, although at times when the vehiole swayed and jolted about, crossing deep, narrow creeks with the hprses at their top most speed, she felt an almost irre sistible desire to scream. Fifteen miles out they stopped at an Indian's cabin to change horses, and two hours later Maverick Bill pulled up his tired team before the door of a long, low, dirty-roofed, log tavern whore their midday meal was awaiting them. Their hostess, Mrs. March, a short, stout, elderly lady, whose reckless disregard for h's betrayed her British birth, met them at the door with a cordial greeting and urged them to sit np by the huge, red-hot heater and thaw themselves, while she poured out the fragrant coffeo and added a few more dishes to the already ample spread. They resumed their journey none too soon, for the days are but scanty length at that season of the year, and tue sun was already sinking towards the western horizon. Off to the right a lean, hungry-looking coyote eyed them curiously for a moment from the top of a small, oomcal-shanod butte. then dropping npon his haunches he elevated his nose and gave yent to a weird, blood-curdling howl, like the wail oi a banshee foretelling death. This prelude was immediately an swered from a neighboring draw, and then half-a-dozen of them joined at once in a hideous symphony that was swelled still louder by the hoarse, deep bass of a gray wolf concealed among the f ombrous shadows of the cottonwoods. Minnie shivered as she listened to this grewsome orchestra, and Mav erick Bill drew the flask from his pocket, saying as he did so: "Take a drop of this, Minnie. A sip of some thing hot is just what you need now." . Mi nnie dropped the blanket from her face, and her eyes flashed fire as she replied: "I don't drink whiskey, Mr. Harris, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself for making such a suggestion. Bill gave vent to a long, lew whis tie. "I plumb forgot that you'd been oack .Last for the last two year. I don't 'speot you'll mix with common cow-punchers any more. "Certainly not unless they behave themselves like gentlemen," retorted Minnie. "Well, that depends; if you flgger that we re agoin' to act like them Eastern dudes, your're away off: but I tell yon what, Minnie, we're just as good as tuey are, only they're sly an' ueceitiui anout their onerryness, an we've got thorough all on the outside. When I was a little kid. way back in Tennessee, my ol mammy used to take me on her knee an' read to me out of the Good Book,' an I remem ber one verse 'specially that said: Uod loves sinners, but hates hyper- crites,' or words to that effect. Well. He sure ain't got no call to put ns fel lers in the fire fer bein hypercrites." "Perhaps not; but. Mr. Harris. don't you do a great many things that your poor old mother would't approve of if she were alive and it is possible that she knows about them just the same? When I first knew you, years ago, you never drank, or smoked, nor gambled, and papa said that you wero the best cow-hand that he ever had about the ranch. What has made such a change in you since then?" "Well, Minnie, it's hard to toll. You know I've been' in the cow coun try a long time, I commenced wrang ling horses fer the Cross Anchor out fit when I was only twelve years old a poor little Maverick kid without kith or kin in all this wide world as he knowed on. But the ol' lady's teachin's had taken a mighty strong holt on me, an' I alius aimed to act right an' save my money ad' I did fer quite a spell. In '80 I had a nice little bunch of cattle of my own; then the hard winter come and wiped 'em all out. Arter that I put my money in the bank, but the bank went broke. an' put me afoot again. Next thing, my horse fell on me an' drug me all over the flat with one foot in the stir rup, an' it took a heap of mouey fer doctor's bills. Seemed like the Lord dun give me up an' turned me to the wild bunch. But what worriet me the worst of anything was this: There was a little gal on one of the ranches that was just as sweet an' pretty as an an gel. I used to holt her on my knee an' tell her stories by the hour; an' I used to braid horsehair quirts an' bridles for her ponie. SLe was the only critter on earth that I ever loved since my poor ol' mother died, an' when she was a little thing I think she used to kinder like me, too. But when she got older her dad sent her away to school, an' I knowed that set tled it. She wouldn't have no more use fer an' old broken-down cow-, puncher when she came back, an' when I thought about it, 'it made my heart bad,' as the Injins say. ' I did n't never go to be tough, but just non chally drifted that way, like a steer in a blizz " X once thought she really cared fer me I'd sure brace up an' be a man again." He ' tried to catch a glance from Minnie's eyes as he concluded, but she was gazing far away over the moon-lit hills. "How thick the coyotes are to night," said she, presently. "Wasn't that the howling of a gray wolf, Mr, Harris?" , "Yes," replied Bill, gloomily. "Have the wolves killed many cat- tie this winter? ' "Yes, a whole lot; they pulled down three-year-old Flying V steer, up at the forks, day a-fore yesterday." is it posBiDier xney must go in large packs to do so much mischief." "That's what they do, from fifteen to twenty in a bunoh " "Whoa! One of the horses had stepped in,to a prairie-dog hole, and was 6prawling upon the ground with his mate stand ing over him. Bill sprang from the vehicle, dex terously disentangled the team, and soon had them in proper position again. "That nigh hoss has got a bad cut on his right shoulder," said he, as he resumed his seat. "But I got 'em sharp shod a few days ago, and I reckon they'll make the ranch all right." For some time they dashed along in silence, then Bill glanced retro spectively over his shoulder and. gave a sharp exclamation: "I'll be blessed if there ain't a bunch of wolves a-fol-lerin' us. They've got a taste of fresh blood from tho boss's shoulder, an' now the onery brutes are after the hoss and us, too, I reckon. Here, Minnie, take the lines, an' throw the whip into the bosses, while I pump lead into them wolves." A moment later the sharp crack, crack, crack of a pistol rang out on the frosty air, as Bill emptied his six shooter into the hungry pack. Three of the wolves went rolling over in the snow, but the others, after a moment's hesitation, dashed forward, howling ferociously as they came. Bill fumbled in his belt for more cartridges and then turned pale in spite of his bronze. "I've only got three cartridges left," said he; "I must have been plumb locoea to nave leit town without filling my belt." fT . .i . 1 m ... ne giancea mrtiveiy at the young girl at his side as he spoke. With pallid cheeks and set teeth she was skillfully guiding the team over the rough and dangerous trail, plying the wmp whu a tiexiemy that betrayed long practice as well as great mental excitement. But the horses were fast becoming exhausted, especially the one whose wounded shoulder had first attracted the attention of their blood thirsty pursuers, and the wolves were rapidly shortening the distance thai intervened between them and their iutended victims. There were still sixteen of the big, gaunt brutes, their eyes glowing like coals of fire, aud their teeth gleaming ominously in the moonlight. Bill glared at them for a space in impotent rage, then laying his revolver on the seat began to pull off his overcoat. "I've got to do it," said he; "if them wolves ever get near enough to himstring the hosses, we're done fer, but if I make a rush and give 'em three shots right quick, they may break an' run ... if they don't . . . xpn can get to tho ranch all right alone; it ain't far from hero." "Stop, listen." Bill paused and tamed his head. As he did so a loud "Hallo!" and the sound of horses' hoofs crunching on the snow came to his ear. "Thank God, we're saved! that's your dad an' the boys a-comin'," cried Bill. Almost as he spoke four horsemen swept past, and a volley from Win chester and six-shooters sent the wolves scurrying away in all direc tions. The horsemen turned their animals' heads, and with the stoical taciturnity of frontiersmen rode sil ently along behind the stage. "Have you got my kid aboard to night, Bill?" finally inquired Jack Crawley. "That's what I have," responded the driver. Not another word was spoken nntil the buckboard paused before the Crawley residence, when a soft, white hand pressed Bill's big brown paw, and Minnie's voice murmured in his ear: "Try and be a man for my sake, Will." Then she sprang to the ground, caught the pale, tired-looking woman that had just appeared at the door in in her arms and covered h'jr face with kisses. Bill sat like one dazed, staring at the open floor, nntil tho ranchman remarked: "Well, it looks like you'd fall out of that wagin and come in side." Some twelve months later a small party of Riversido "flaneurs" were gathered at their usual rendezvous, when the Sheriff entered with a pris oner, a short, heavy set French-Canadian, who had been accused of sell ing intoxicating beverages to the noble Sioux. The Sheriffseated him self in one of the well-worn chairs, crossed bis feet comfortably on the billiard table, and began: "Well, I've seen pretty near all the old-timers on Alkali Creek this trip, and they all seemed to be doing well; but I must say that Maverick Bill surprised me. You all know what a lusher he used to be wbon he was whacking broucks on the stage line we all thought he was dead hard. But he's done quit drinking and gambling aud put him up a dandy little ranch in the next bend above Jack Crawley's where the big beavcr-dam fused to be, you know and he's got as nice a bunch of cattle as you ever set eyes on. Of course the bank's got a plaster on 'em yet, bnt if he has luck for two or three years more he'll be out of debt and dying high. "By the way, were any of yon fel lers np at the weddipg? Bill's and littxO Minnie Crawley's. I mean. Well, I've been to a hoe-down or two myself before now, but I must say, that one took the cake. The whole of Alkali Creek and a big gang of us Riverside gobblers were there. Old Jack Crawley alus was stuck on Bill, and he just kept moseying around, a stirring up the drags, and we kept the girls a-milling till plum sun-up the next morning." Field and Stream. HORSE MEAT CANNINC FACTORY One at Linton, Oregon, That Makes No Secret of Its Knsinesr. A factory for canning horse meat is located at Linton, Oregon, and it is the only one in the United States that does not hesitate publicly to announco its business, relates tho New York Sun. The factory was started four years ago, first as a fertilizing plant. This business was not a success. The at tention of one of the company was at tracted by the excellent appearance of the flesh of a horse that had just been killed, and the idea occurred to him to turn their fertilizer -plant into a factory for canning horse meat for the markets of Europe. The building is a large wooden structure built and appointed like any other slaughter house. The horses are knocked in the head, skinned and all the available flesh dressed, cooked and pressed the same as beef. It is then put into cans, barrelled up and labelled "horse meat." Among the European cities where canned horse meat is sold are Paris, Brussels, Berliu, Vienna, Am sterdam and Copenhagen. A good deal of horse meat is consumed in London, it is said, but it is not sold as such. The factory at Linton gets many of the horses needed for nothing. Thou sands can be had in eastern Oregon for taking them away. The ranchmen aro glad to get rid of their surplus supply of horses, as they consumed the hay that would be more profitably fed to cattle and sheep. The state ment is made that 200,000 horses will perish of starvation in eastern Oregon this season. Last year the canning factory at Linton slaughtered 50011 horses; the year before 10,000. At present they are not slaughtering any on account of the poor condition of tho animals. The business has not been a finan cial success, according to the state ment of ember of .tho firm, but it is expecUu to outlive the prejudice against horse meat in this country. A member of the firm quotes Professor Wheeler, of Philadelphia, to this effect that there is no objection to horse meat as a food, except that which is founded on prejudice, and that it is as good, healthy and nutritious as beef or mutton. "Many of the people at Linton," said he, "have learned to like horse meat and eat it with as great a relish as they do beef or mutton or pork." The hides of the slaughtered horses are tanned and nsed for shoo leather. Tho bones are used for fertilizing pur poses. A Deaf Mate Traveling Salesman. A. G. Kent, of Grand Rapids, Mich., is a traveling salesman for a Wiscon sin chair factory, aud as such there is not auothcr iu the country like him. He is young, handsomo, bright. His peculiarity lies in the fact that he is a deaf mute. On his card is the in sciiption: "The compauy that needs no talking, and he lets the photo. graphs which he carries do the talk ing for him. Kent is twenty-eight years old and that the world is silent to him is due to an infantile disease that destroyed the hearing. He was educated at the State school for the deaf and when he came out to find a place for himself in the world he at first worked for his father in making and selling furniture. Then he secured a position as travel ing salesman for the Wiscousin con cern and has been highly successful in the business. When he enters the store of a cus tomer he lays down his card and as ho has already become well known to the trade it is no longer necessary for him to explain his application. He pro duces his photographs with the cost marked on each, and the dickering whioh ensues is done on a scratch bank or by signs. Instead of being a handicap, Kent's infliction is a help to him in his business. Chicago Record. Some Hoosler Superstitions. If you sweep dirt out of the house, you sweep out your luck. Burn the dirt. If a hen crows, bad luck is coming. Sell the hen to a peddler. If yon turn a chair around on one leg, or if you turn a loaf upside down, there will be a quarrel in the house. If yon give away a cat or one goes away, don't let it come bark or a cow or horse will die. Don't turn back when once Btarted on a journey or bad luck will follow you. If the cat washes her faco it will soon rain. Don't putyour left stocking or shoe on first when dressing in the morniug or you will put your foot in it some way during the day. If you don't put a horseshoe one that has been worn by a two-year-old filly in the churn, the witches will take the butter.. If a chair falls as you rise from it, you will not marry within a year. 11 the housewife sweeps under your feet yon will not marry within seven years. English (Ind.) Letter to the Indian apolis News. A Missing Prince. There's a prince astray somewhere in the world. Londou and German papers contain advertisements offer ing a reward for information concern ing the whereabouts of Prince Lud wig Loewenstein Wertheitn Freuden berg. Two months ago he attended the Duke of Portland's party at Wei heck Abbey, and has not been seen since. PUZZLE DEPARTMENT. The solutions to these puzzles will np pear In a succeeding issuo. 20. 77. Four Progressive Enigmas. 1. 12 3 4. was your 5 6 7 named after General 1234567? 2. 1 2 this where the ship 3 4 5 C 1 n these 12 3 4 5 6 7? 3. This 1 2 3 4 5 6 was brought from (he 1 2 3 4 5 6 Islands. 4. I saw an 1 2 3 4 in London when I was on C trip; he came from 12 3-1 5 0, 78.-4 Half-Square. I. To whirl. 3. A preposition, think. 2. A little fastener. 4. A consonant in 70. An Acrostic. 1. A head-covering. 2. Part of the rerb to be. 3. Another part of the verb to be. 4. An article. 5. Not there. 6. A possessive pronoun. 7. To knock. 8. At the present time, V. A kind of fish. Primals A famous American au thor. 80. A lliHmond. 1. A consonant in Semper. 2. A pouch. 3. One of the States, 4. A kind of antelope. 5. A vowed in pro tectum. . ANSWERS TO PREVIOUS PUZZLES. 73. Twelve Auagrammatio Cities ind Towns of the United States Lew is to n, Winchester, Joliet, La porte, Clariou, Galesburg, Danville, Steubenville, Blairstowu, Baltimore, Fall River, Maysvillo. 74. A Drop-vowel Quotation Bet ;er attack ten shadows than be robbed by one thief. 75. Five Beheadinents M old; 1-arrow; p-rice; r-ash; t-aunt. 76. Arithmetical Problem He was Idle two days. Analysis. If he had worked twenty 3ays, he would have received $100, but as he received only $SG, he for feited $14. Now, as he lost his wages, $5, aud an additional sum of $2 for every day that he was idle, his total loss for every such day was $7, and he was therefore idle as many days as seven is contained times in four teen, which is two. Ctesar's Funeral File. The most importaut discovery liitli rto mado is yet to bo recorded. When Julius Ca-sar was murdered in the Senate House by the prototypes and fellow-countrymen of Caserio, Angiolillo and Lucheni, his body was carried to the Forum. Tho body was cremated there, and then and on the spot a column of Numidian marble was raised with the inscription, "to the father of his country," to mark the spot to future generations. The col umn was removed later on. Its mar ble is probably now gracing some church or cardinal's palace, whilo its base gradually became buried under the debris of ages, so that its very site was unknown. This base has now beou found in front of the temple erected to Cicsar by his kinsman and successor, Augustus. The temple, like the column, is gone, but what re mains of both has now been brought to light, and will be henceforward one of the sights of Rome. Around this column base a tesselated flooring was observed, and on the removal of one or two slabs a quantity of ashes and charred wood was discovered, evi dently the remains of the funeral pile on which Ciesai's body was bnrned 2000 years agj. Chicago Record. The Music She Plays. Ilere is what a Philistine has to say in an English weekly concerning "The Musio She Plays." It is given for what it is worth: "There are worse ways of choosing a wife than by tho musio she plays, and the way she plays it. "If a girl mauifest a predilection fot Strauss, she is frivolous; for Beethov en, sho is impractical; for Liszt, she is too ambitious; for Verdi, she is sen timental; for Offenbach, sho is giddy, for Gounod, she is lackaduisical; foi Gottschalk, sLe is superficial; foi Mozart, she is prudish; for Flotow, she is commonplace; for Wagner, she is idiotic. The girl who hammers away at 'Maiden's Prayer,' 'Anvil Chorus,' and 'Silvery Waves' maybe depended upon as a good cook and healthful; and il she iacludes 'Battle of Praguo' and the 'White Cockade' in her repertoire you ought to know that she lias been re ligionsly aud strictly nurtured. "But, last of all, pin thy faith upon the cilico dress of the girl who cau play 'Home, Sweet Homo.'" A Hapsburg Tradition. An ancient tradition' of the Haps Ourg family, the most ancient and tradition-laden family in Europe, de crees that the bodies of all its mem bers, shall be divided into three parts. It has all the saeredncss of law. In accordance with this tradi tion, the body of the late Empress lies in the crypt of the Church iu the Capuchins, her heart in a silver urn in the Church of tuo Augustiues, aud the rest of the internal organs iu a gold and crystal receptacle in the Ca thedral of St. Stepheu. Such a dis section, attended with so much cere mony, appears dreadful to us. To the Austrian imperial family it is ouly a fulfilment of an ancient aud honored rule. A Rhyme of Easter Italn. K good deal of rain on Easier Day Gives a crop of good grass, but little goes nay. Is an old proverb to which muoh iru portance is attached by the superait-tious. HIS SWEETHEAR1 OF LONG ACO. Molly Is flrln' ter marry Jenny Is livln away, An' the boys hain't been back nt the o' horns In many nn' many a day. An' somehow the spring's lost Its sweetness an' lonesome an' long fiills the snow An' nuthin' Is left fcut the plctur' of tin sweetheart I loved long ago. I never was one fer complalnin' but some tbiii' seems lost from life's skies. An' often In mi nsliine It's ralnin' it's ratnln' eround' my ol' eyesl Fer here's whnr thrtr arms waseroun' me an' here's whar she smiled on me. An' nil that Is left Is the plctnr' o( the sweet henrt I loved long ago. The meddor still feels the lark's shadder nn' frequent I bear the birds sing, Jest as ef nuthin had hnppenod terall the red roses of springl lest as thevsun? at her weddin'. But how kiu the slni;lu' birds know That nnthiu' Is left but the pletur1 of th sweetheart I loved long ago? Nuthin'? Thar's Molly a-comln' an' brlngln' a rose ter me. Well, Life's story's toi' over an' ovor, 'till nuthin' is new that we tell, fler arms eroun' my neck, nn' her blue eyes In tears ut my taklu' on so; Kiss me. dear fer you're jest like the plctur of the sweetheart 1 loved long ago! -F.L. Stanton, in the Ladies' Home Journal. HUMOR OF THE DAY. "So they were married. That was the last of their troubles, of course." "Last, but not least." Detroit Jour nal. "I won't take this picture, Mr. Artist. It doesn't look like my wife at all." "Well, then, yon are to be congratulated." Arizona Bill "What killed your friend? Horse run away with him?" lexas 1'ete "o; he rau away with a horse." Yonkers Statesman. Sim wrote some graud verses on worry To trace up the world and then well She got In tho worst kind of flurry For fear that those verses won't sell. Detroit Free Tress. Annette "How seedy the Bred wells locked to-day." .Tocelyn "Yes, they were going to make a call on his wife's wealthy relatives." Brooklyn Life. "Was Beatrice weeping because her husband had appendicitis?" "No, she wept because he didn't get it un til it was out of style." Chicago Record. "Oh, mamma," cried Pnssie, as the snake gave a start aud glided away in the grass, "it seems to be all mada up of ball bearings, doesn't it?" Brook lyn Life. Yonug Lady (soulfully) "Life is jne graud, sweet song!" Old Bach elor (crabtodly) "Yes; but some of us have fearfully poor voices." Rox bury Gazette. Hustle Nit "This book says that bloomin' Frenchman Marat wuz stabbed while taking a bath." Park bench Duly "Is dat all he got fur it?" Wrinkle. Z. "Bunker seems to be completely under his wife's thumb." "Yes; her father gives her the same personal al lowance she had before she got mar ried." Chicago News. Stayleight "Tommy, do you think your sister is fond of me?" Tommj "I don't know. She gave me a quarter to set the clock half an hour fast." Jewish Comment. 'I bet ten kisses!" he cried, And Marjorle nnsworod, '-Donel" Quoth he, "They're just as good as won." "They're ten times better than one," sh sighed. Detroit Journal. "Why can't you wait a few min utes?" called the guests to the depart ing train. "Because time and tied wait for no man," shouted the groom; and then the shower of shoes de scended. Judge. "Whatever induced yon to call youi daughter Birdie? Is that, her right name?" "Oh, no; her real name is Hortense, but she thinks she has a voice, and there's a pretty bill at tached." Chicago News. Raising Frogs Artificially. ' The unrestricted hunting of frogi has causod a rapid diminution in their numbers, aud consequently frog farms, for their artificial propagation and raising, are coming into vogue, The largest of these are located in Ontario, in the Trent River basin. II has been iu operation about twentj years, and annually yield compara tively large output of frogs. Thi waters were stocked by means of ma ture mated frogs. No attempt is madf to confine the frogs until the time o: shipment approaches, when they an taken alive at night, with the aid of i torchlight and coufiued in small pens These are drained aud the frogs cap tured when they desired for market No food is given, as this is naturally present in sufficient amount for sue cessful growth. The species is thi Eastern bull-frog, which reaob.es ma turity in three years, and reaches i marketable size iu four years. Dur ing the last three years this farn yielded annually 5(100 pounds ol dressed frog legs and 7000 living frogs for scientific purposes and fo; stocking other waters. Agulnnldo' Whistles Galore. Private Andrew Spencer, of the Twentieth Kansas, says in a letter from Manila that every other native he meets wants to sell him a brast whistle purporting to be the cele brated gold whistle with which Aguiu aldo provided himself wheu he as. sumed the dictatorship. "I have had opportunities to buy at least three huudred of these whistles," write! Speucor, "and tho natives appear tc be greatly offended when I questior the genuineness of the souvenirs. Each one tells a different story about how he came into posession of this trophy, tud the prices asked range all the way from ten cents to $30." New York Tribune. IIIIM. The Indian never enjoys burying aie hatchet so much as when he has fje skull of an adversary to bury it iu. -Boston Courier. ns iu? spea aiong. . . ' , '
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