an null t t D. F. SCIIWEIER, THE COUSTITUTIOH-THE mHOS-AlTD TEE ESrOEOEMENT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. XXXII. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, FENNA., WEDNESDAY, MAY 22, 1878. NO. 21. V IRISH SONG. Ob ! the Spring's delight Is the cowslip bright. As she laughs to the warblim' linnet ! And whiatliu' thrush On s white May bash. And his mate in a nest widin it ; Summer she shows Her ruse, ber rose ! And oh ! all the happy night long The nightiDgals woes her ! At n the lark sues her Wid the crystal surprise of her soug. Jung Autumn's crown is the barley brown. Red over wid rosy fruit ; And the yellow trees, A they eish in the breeze. Are the strings of his eo'.emn lute. OiilJ Winter's breath Is could as lteath. H irra .' lonesome he's left the earth ; Yet the thrush he sings And the rose she vprings From the Same of his fairy hearth. A Close Shave. " Another step, and you are a dead man!" " Bv what authority do you bar my passage!1" 'Authority? Ha. ha! If this ain't enough," holding out a revolver in each hand, with a hideous leer in his evil face, " I reckon I'll have to explain furtlier. By the authority of the Road Agency of this preat overland route." It was in the days w hen Ben llalli lav and the pouy express served in lieu of locomotives and telegraph Uues. When might was right throughout a region extending over nineteen hun dred miles, from St. Joseph to Sacra mento; when the stage run the gaunt let of road agents and Indians, and bones, many of them human remains, grinned up at the traveler unexpectedly as he crowed the plains; when to he "quick on the trigger" was worth more to a man than all the wealth, all the culture, and all the courage in the world. Dick Hartford looked into the man's face calmly, looked into the muzzles of the pistols, smiled and uttered a single word " Well ?" ' lont you aggravate me, or I will fire and serve you right." " I never flinched in my life. I won't flinch now. What do you waut!" " Throw down your revolver. Now turn round, and if you budge a hair's breadth. I'll blow your brain's out." Hartford obeyed. He permitted his hands to be tied behind his back. He saw his jMH-kets turned inside out, his money appropriated, his watch pock eted, and only remonstrated w hen his captor ielt for a money -belt. " Don't cut me, there's no belt on nie." "O! you did feel it then. Thought I had a bank to pry open. Xow then march. There's good ground here, and plenty of it. It will do you good to stretch your legs. Keep right on to the clump to the left, and mind you, don't stumble, for like as not you'll never get up. There was one fellow stumbled here about six weeks ago, aud he never gt higher than his knees. I'll show his bones d'recklv." Was it a lie, a threat? Hartford cursed himself lor refusing to listen to the advice of the conductor of the stage who warned him to hew are of the road agents. He had answered that he would take the risk. He desired to see for himself if the stories told of the robbe ries and murders on the route were true. And he was learning. The road was unbroken, but the dust was stilling, and it blew from the hor-st-' feet to the captive. The captive kept his head up and strode on. "Rough, isn't it? Xow, I suspect you came out to capture some one. Like as not Jim Porter? Xo response from the captive. " They do say there is a party look ing for us. Porter isauxios to see them. Tliis yer's a god-send. Never thought to meet ye this way. Got tired riflin', I Mipixtse. Thought you'd lay over, do up a little business.and take next stage. Xow, I never knew a man to lay ovor that didn't rue it. There was a man from Illinoy laid over about three months. ago. Had some instruction. He was mighty sly, that Illinoyian. I reckou he'd furnish a regiment ol vigi lantes with cunning. Kind o saun tered out of same town you left an hour ago, but he had some company. He wasn't such a fool as you. And his company went back on him. Shot him through the spine, then tickled his ribs w ith a knife. He was a powerful, ac tive vigilante, was the company. He was too much for the Illinovian." " J ust as you were too much for me." ' I like your pluck now. You do keep a stiff upper lip. But it'll be all day with you the moment Porter claps eyes on you. He makes short work of spies. I reckon that's your line." The captive did not repiy. ' At that moment his thoughts were on home. A mighty throb rose in his throat a suffocating throb wrenched from him by that one thought of home. His w ife and child, his boy that he would never see again. It was hard. He had played a bold game and he had lost. The vigi lantes were in league with the road agents. He had been outwitted. The stage company would be short another man. and the road would be under tri bute as before. His plans, so carefully concealed in his own breast, were known to the murderous gang. Per haps in less than an hour he would be dangling at fie end of a rope. He half turned as he tiiought of the end. " None o' that, unless you want your early pill, in which case I'm bound to accommodate ye. Porter didn't say we were to run risks. He does like f riendly chat, and he pumps some peo ple as dry as a limekiln." I'll make you au offer." " Crack your w hip." " I'll fight you fair, like a man. Tie One arm down, give me a pistol, and let up take a shot about, you the first." " Sho', now." " Or I'll allow you two to one." "Yes, I see you can allow almost anythin. but unless you move right on, ana seep movln', I'll make short work of ye." - wjuw rose siowiT I rem a sae brush, looked at them sneakiugly over iiis snouider, then trotted slowly awav, A noisome bird of prey rose slowly from the carcass of a mule, flapped its w ings, lazily, sailed slowly through the air, then settled down upon a rib that pro truded from tho sand. The sun's rays poured dow n uj-ou the plain until the dust and sand seemed to melt in the fervid heat. And, to crown all, t he captive suddenly experienced the agony oi excessive thirst. A faint sound in the distance arrested his attention. Was that not the sound oi Horses' feet? What if it should prove to be his friends the Vigilantes? Impossible. His morning stroll was unknown to them. The sound came nearer and nearer to him. Then he ob served for the first time a roeky defile rurther to the left, as though a chasm lay there, or a stream chiseled out its course across the plains. Xow there could be no mistaking the sound. The steady trot of horses' feet and the clank ing of spurs could be heard. Suddenly half a dozen horsemen swept around a low rock, at sight of whom the captive grunted. ti ere s captain Jim. Mind your manners now, for he the perlitest man you ever met." The captive shivered. When a bov he was detected in au act that brought upon bun the wrath of the teacher of the school in the Xew England village he would never see more. The eagle eye of the teacher singled him out from score of mischief-makers, and he shivered as he felt that the punishment awarded incorrigibles was unavoidable. But be braced himself, walked out promptly to the middle of the floor the moment his name was called, and, to his lasting surprise, was let go with a mild rebuke. In much the smne man ner Dick Hartford braced himself for the interview with the leader of the most desperate gang of miscreants that ever levied a tax upon the travelers who crossed the plai us. This was the man he had dreamed of circumventing. The case was reversed. The road agents rode forward with out order, and surrounded both horse man and captivs. " What have you got, Barbara ?" " Make your bow. It's captain Jim," said Barhain. Then to Captain Jim's query : " That's for you to find out. I obeyed orders." What a magnificent front the captive presented. His gaze was as clear and steady and level as though he were look ing right through Captain Jim, away beyond the rauche, and off to the moun tains in the distance. What have you got to say for your self, anyhow ?" Captain Jim's sinister face clouded still more as he met the unwavering gaze of the captive. " Xothing," replied the captive, as he walked in front of the leader. " You are locked up, and the keys lost," said Captain Jim, sneeringly. "I think I know your business. I've a mind to send Ben Haliday your ears. Xo, I'll send him your heart. This trip's a failure and Ben ought to know it. It you won't talk" "I'll die first!" The words were flung at hi in so passionately that even Captain Jim was moved to admiration. ' Die it is then !" exclaimed one of the gang. " You are seven to one," suid Hart ford. " We are in the majority mostly," said Jim. " But I'll give you a chance. You are plucky. Xow, w hat does a milksop life do for you? Come along with us, share and share alike, and we'll give you excitement, and oppor-: tnnity to show the stuff you are made of." " To make one of a gang of murder ers w ho are afraid to cope man to ui an.' said the captive. ' One of the gang at that moment lev eled his pistol at Hartford's head. But the leader ordered him to keep his fire until there was need for it. ' Let us do this thing in order," said Captain Jim, as the scar on his cheek became livid, then a dull red. " We'll ride down to the old place and pull him up like a dog. You got what was on him?" to Barhain. Barbara nodded. There was not a word said further. The party rode on perhaps twenty minutes, when the defile deepened, narrowed, and the rocks shut over the horsemen's heads. Then at a word from Jim the men dis mounted. Advancing to Hartford, he said with a cruel smile: " Say your prayers, you have got five minutes to live. Mount that stone." There was a ledge above the captive's head, w ith a jutting poiut, over which a rope was thrown, and a noose made at the end of it. ' Will you allow me to speak'" " Blow away," answered Captain Jim. " I may as well tell you w e know all about you. You've traveled fifteen hundred miles to trap us. You gave yourself away. You expected to mas ter the road, and the biggest booby among us mastered you. Xow fire away." ' Well, then, let me predict what your end will be," said the captive. With the noose around his neck, and gloating eyes and fierce faces for his audience, he spoke out clearly, defi antly. ' When you've murdered me, you may prepare lor the hereafter. There will be no rest for you. A man w ill ome after me who will hunt you down like the cowardly dogs you are. He will never rest until you are driven out of the country, and his reach will sweep to California. Once he marks a man, that man's fate Is sealed. He is not my friend. He knows my mission, and, if it fails, he w ill shoot every man down with his own band whom he sus pects of knowing anything about me, or my death. That's all. I'm ready." " What's that !" exclaimed one of the gang listening. "Upwithhim!" The rope tightened around Hartford's throat, he felt him self strangling, the color faded out, he was in a void, then, shooting paius pierced hit temple, myriad sparks played before his eyes, blended into brilliant colors, and still he could hear the voice of Captain Jim. Xow it was a stream of oaths, an exclamation, fhe lgilantes are upon us !" a blur ring of sounds, as he swam, or rather floated out upon the great void, and then all was oyer. It was true. A cloud of dust rolled up frera Overland City, swept down to wards the narrow defile from the rear, and sent a shiver of fear through the road agents, who scrambled hastily to their saddles and galloped off in the opposite direction. All but one. Cap tain Jim, who deliberately approached Hartford as he lay on the ground where he fell when the crowd dropped the rope, and placing a revolver against his temple, pulled the trigger. The pistol snapped fire, and Cm plain Jim rode off, turning in his saddle and aiming a sec ond lime at the apparently lifeless body of the prisoner, shot him in the arm. But it would have been better for Cairtain Jim had he never Diet the pris oner, tor another party, also Vigi lantes, armed to the teeth and superbly mounted, encountered the road agents as they emerged from the defile, and although the latter put their steeds to the gallop, urging them on with oaths and spurs, the Vigilantes surrounded them with lightning-like swiftness. and standing up in their saddles opened fire upon the gang, who returned it and died like desperadoes as they were, either in their saddles or dropping from their horses' necks. Captain Jim proved the most cowardly of the lot. He beg ged for quarter, but for answer was riddled with a dozen bullets. When the fray was over and Dick Hartford sat upright, listening to the account of the tight, and of the severest and sharpest the Vigilantes experi enced, he was complimented upon his courage, and, in turn, thanked his res cuers. In reality, he had performed his mission, but not in the manner he had planned. That he did not succeed in carrying out his plans was owing to the merest accident. The Vigilantes had been summoned at his instance, and were in time to save bis life. " A close shave," as Bris Martin, the captain, remarked. " However, a miss is as good as a mile." Egyptian Colossal Work. The notion of bigness seems to have held a closer grip over the despotic Egyptian mind than any other psychol ogical specimen with which we are ac quainted. It does not need a journey up the Xile to show us their fondness tor the immense, half an hour at the British museum is quite sufficient. Xow, why did the Egyptians so revel in enormous work of art? This ques tion is usually answered by saying that their absolute rulers loved thus toshotf the vastness of their power; and doubt less the answer is very true as far as it goes, and quite falls in with our theory given above. But it doos not happen that despotic nionarchs build pyramids or Aleinnons, and the further question suggests itself what was the circum stances of Egypt which determined this special and exceptional display of ar chitectural extravagances? As we cast about for an answer, an analogy strikes us at once. Taking the world as a whole, I tMnk it will be seen that the greates architectural achievements are to be found in the great plain countries, aud that mountain districts are compara tively bare of large edifices. The plain of Lorn tardy, the plnln of Low Coun tries, the plain of Chartres, the lower Rhine valley, the eastern countries these are the spots where our great European cathedrals are to be found; and if we pass over to Asia, we shall similarly discover the country for pa godas, mofques, aud temples in the broad basins of the Euphrates, the Ganges, the Indus, the Uoang-Ho, and the Yang tzekiang. Xo doubt castles and fortresses are to be found every where on heights for purposes of de fense; but purely ornamental archi tecture is most flourishing in level expanses of laud. Xow there is no level expanse of land in the world habita ble by man so utterly unbroken and continuous as the valley of the Xile. Herein, doubtless, we have a clue to the 8ecial Egyptian love for colossal undertakings of every sort. Worth ftrnaeiabrrins;. It is the penny saved more than the penny earned that enriches; it is the sheet turned when the first threads break, that wears the longest; it is the damper closed when the cooking is done that stops the dollars dropping in the coal biu ; it is the lamp or gas burned low, when not in use, that gives you pin-money for the month ; it is the care in making the coffee that make3 three spoousfuls go as far as a teacup ordi narily; it is the walking one or six blocks, instead of taking a cab or omni bus, that adds strength to your body and money to your purse; it is the careful mending of each week's wash that gives ease to your conscience and length of days to your garments; and last ol all, it "is the" constant care exer cised over every part of your household, ami constant endeavor to improve and apply your best powers to your work, that alone gives peace and prosperity to the family. Manafactwr of Hair Cloth. Hair cloth is made from hair of horses' tails, which is brought, some of it from South America, but more from Russia. In the latter country it is collected at the great fairs of Xiani Novgorod and Isbilt. It is of all shades of color, and for use is dyed black. The poorest quality sells for about 60 cents a pound ; the best for f 4y the price rapidly In creasing as the length exceeds twenty four Inches. In the fabrication of hair cloth the hair is wet with water, and ! when well soaked is put in the loom to be woven with a cotton warp. The weaving mechanism is so perfect in its operation that if one of the hairs form ing the weft is missed, the device acting upon it continues to work until it has grasped It, all the other parts of the machine standing still. Singular Wagers. When Mr. Penn ajiatched himself against lion. Dan vers liutter, to walk from Hyde Park Corner to Hammer smith for a wager of 100 guineas, some body remarked to the Duchess of Gor don that it was a pity a young fellow- like Penn should -always be playing some absurd prank. "Yes,' the old lady retorted, "it's a pity, but why don't you advise him better? Penn seems to be a pen that everybody cuts aud nobody mends". What would the free-sioken dame have said to a couple of clergymen runuing a race on a Sun day for a crown a side? Such a thing has been done. Soon after Swift re ceived his deauery, he dined one Sun day with Dr. Raymond, of Trim, whose house was about 200 yards from his church. The bell had nearly done ring' ing for evening service, when Swift exclaimed, "Raymond, I'll lay you a crowii I begin prayers before you." "Ione !" said the Doctor, and off they ran. Raymond, reached the door first, and, entering the church, made for the reading desk, at as quick a walking pace as his sense of propriety permitted .Swift did not slacken speed in the least, but ran up the aisle, passed his oppo nent, aud, without stopping to put on a surplice, or open the prayer-book, be- gau the Liturgy and went on with the service sufficiently long to win the wa ger. Nor -A Tale of 1675. Heavily chimed the hour, breaking upon the stillness of the night like the voice of an accusing angel. It was midnight. Had the time at length arrived, and must I now, like the spirit of desolation and evil, steal from the hospitable roof that had sheltered my infancy from misery, and my youth from guilt and all its attendant horrors? Heaven knows the thought was agony? Turning, I half retraced my steps when I thought of Metacom. Disappoint ment acting iiK)ii the wild fury of a teniier soured by adversity, alas! perhaps by crime, rushed upon my re collection. I loved hi in almost to mad ness ! Could ought else have prompted this rash, this treacherous flight? IH you ask me why I loved him? For his very savageness to others. I had ever appeared gentle, playful and timid as a young bird, but the spirit of my Indian race dwelt deep within my bosom .like an unquenchable fire, burning forever amid the bow els of the mighty earth, on whose stirfaw blooms the fragrant flowers and rich, wide-spreading verdure, until the voice of nature, amid the strife and clash of elements, sends it forth to desolate and overwhelm the dand. Metacom was a savage. The oright and glowing image of the Deity wasstamped ujkiii his brow. What to him were the inventions ol civilized man? Their luxuries but enervated, and the strong arm of the law executed the revenge which their pale and cowardly souls shrank trem blingly from wreaking. Had not the dominion of our fathers extended from the green isles of Aquetuet far into the distaut wild, where the foot of man grew weary with wandering? And now Metacom was a wanderer and a fugi tive! Such were the thoughts that agitated my bosom as I crept with stealthy steps through the quiet and soundless streets. How solemnly falls the moonlight upon the dark foliage of the forest, like bright shadows of the past, illumining with a momentary lustre long years of misery and despair. Nature aud man alike appeared to repose. At this hushed and holy hour the spirit of solitude, with her deep mysteries and early sujierstitiotis, roamed unmolested by the contaminating presence of man. A strange feeling of awe for the first time oppressed my spirits. Hark ! a crashing of boughs, a light quick step, and Meta com stood beside me. "Xora!" he murmured. At the sound of that loved voice, which thrilled through my frame, I raised my eyes to his and met his kind ling gaze of rapture and of love. "Speak, my beloved ! Xora lives but in the joy of thy glance. Slowly and sadly he spoke, . "The eagle flies to the mountain, ami the panther to his lair, but Metacom hath no refuge from the storm. When I cross the silent water or gaze upon the lightning's flash, in the dark hour when prowling wolves are heard, by day, by night, the spirit of my father shouts, 'Metacom! revenge! revenge!' They have passed like snow flakes upon the mountain when the hot sun glares fiercely on its side. I must perish, Xora; the last chieftain of my race. Listen : ere morn breaks upon your smiling village, wrapped in a cloud of flames, thru shalt behold it cracking aud blazing, a bright hecatomb to the manes of my slaughtered followers. Then the remembrance of the past in juries will cease, and the sweet stream of revenge, like the balmy fountains of the West, will heal my wounded spirit. All must perish ! The home of my child hood, she who snatched thee from the buruinghut, (w hen the pale fiends upon our people burst, nor spared, of all our great and happy tribe, scarce one to tell the tale) she who nourished thee with all a mother's love, must perish ! Remember the wide forests that our fathers swayed, their bones that bleach upon the scorching plain, a ierished race of warriors, and I, homeless, pro scribed, a price upon my head shrink -est thou ! Have I not sworn by the Great Spirit we worsnip. by all the powers of darkness and evil, to fulfil my vow?' "Xo, Metacom, I think not." "Tis well. The western tribes have leagued together. Like the roar of the torrent in its strength we will rush upon the pale-faced race." Silently and swiftly the chief depart ed. I returned to that dwelling which was soon to be wrapped in desolation and despair, At the fifth hour I hail vowed to fire the roof, which was tobe the signal for the work of murder. Heavily crept the time. I nerved myself tor the task. Snatching brand from the hearth I threw it upon the bed, and watched, with a savage satisfaction, the progress of the flames. Another moment, and the yell of myriads burst upon my ear. Opening the window, I sprang out and fled to the shelter of the forest. Could I remain in safety, and he, the idol of my existence, jerilling his life amid the fiery element? I rushed back to the village. Oh heavens ! what a sight met my agonized gaze? Mother and child crushed and bleeding! The foster brother of mine infancy, the playmate of my childhood, the k'.nd, the gentle boy turned his gaze upon me. I fled along, seeking him for w hose love I had (terilled soul and body. I found him. Great Heaven ! have mercy on me ! My blood runs thick, and my brain is whirl- inli now. Must I never forget his frantic look, his demoniac gesture, his body dreuched in blood, and that fair young child clinging for mercy ! He raised his arm the murderous axe gleamed in the flames utterence failed me I essayed to speak the words were clicking in my throat. I shouted "Metacom!"' It was too late! The heavy weapon cleft that innocent brow, blinding iny maddened gaze w ith the blood of the young martyr!! wouldhave fled, but Metacom, detaining me in his grasp, exulting!- cried. 'Shades of my father, well art thou avenged !" At that moment of triumph and exultation a ball from au unerring rifle pierced his heart. Bounding from the earth, he fell without a moan. What became of me I know not. Years passed on. unheeded and unknown, and I awoke to reason and misery within a lone and gloomy cell. They told me I had been mad. I cared not, for the evil spirit had departed, and I could now otter at the shrine of heaveu a penitent and contrite heart. The Son of a Kins;. Prince Luclen Charles Francois Na poleon, second son of Joachim Murat, King of Naples (1S0S), by Caroline, third sister of Xapolcon I, died recently in London. He was born at Milan, May 16, ISO'S, and on the overthrow of the Empire and the execution of his father, in ISio, was obliged to take re fuge under a foreigu flag. For some years he resided at Trieste, subsequently at Venice, and in 1824 took ship fur America to join his uncle, the ex-King Jerome, and his brother Achille. The vessel on which he sailed was wrecked on the Spsnish coast, and he was taken by the hospitable Spaniards and Incon tinently cast into prison. Eventually he regained his liberty and carried out bis projected journey to the United States. Here he married a Miss Caro line Georgiana Fraser, an English lady, and after an unsuccessful attempt to maintain himself by entering into com mercial affairs he was forced to depend tor subsistence upon "le produit d'une ecole de jeunts filles tenue par da femme." Twice he endeavored to re turn to France in 1S39 and 1S44 but each time was refused permission by the existing Government to enter the country. In 1M the death of his uncle made him heir to the pretensions of the Murat family, and the proclamation of the Republic of '49 enabled him to re turn to France. This change in his af fairs put an end to the school for little girls kept by Madame and to his very unroyal revenue derived from that establishment. He was elected to the Assembly from the Department of Lot, vigorously supported the pol.cy of the Prince-President and was returned at the next election from the Department of the Seine. In October, 1S4'J, he was nominated Plenipotentiary at the Court of Turin ; was made Senator January 25, 1? 52; aud was allowed to bear the title of Prince by a decree issued in the fol lowing year. His name was freely used in connection with the succession to the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies, and after the expulsion of the Bourbons he made a formal claim upon the crown, a claim that was not admitted. His latest ap pearance in public was as a companion of Bazaine at the surrender of Metz. The Two Farms. Twenty years ago two young farmers bought one hundred acre farms adjoin- ng, that were alike as regards soil and mprovement, or nearly so. Both were paid for, and each farmer had about the same cash capital. These men were named A and B; and I will now show- how they conducted their business, and the condition of the two farms in 177. A was energetic, took several agricul tural papers, worked eariy and late, always said "come boys" to his hired help, he taking the lead, spent no time in needless talking while at work, pro vided in advance work for rainy days, bought the best farm implements that could be obtained, secured first-class livestock of all kinds, built commodious out buildings as the profits of his farm admitted, set fruit and ornamental trees around his dwelling, made good gravel walks, built fine, substantial fences around his house, kept them well painted, and also his house and out buildings; and to-day he has one of the most beautiful and productive farms in the State, with some $10,000 at inter est. Xow, B was a different man. He had no energy of character, took things easy, subscribed for no agricultural pa pers, was opposed to "book farmers," said to his help, "go boys, I'll be along by-and-by," was constantly on the watch for somebody to talk to, while bis work was delayed, never had any work ready for rainy weather, consid ered the 'new-fangled' farm implements a humbug, was opposed to "blooded stock,' set out no trees around his dwelling, considered the old out-buildings and fences "good enough," didn't think that paint was of any benefit on anything. B spent a good share of his time in the village talking politics; and now his farm is worn out, the fences are out of repair, his house is so leaky that it is dangerous to live in it, his barn and shed are tumbling down, and the saddest of all is, the sheriff has ad vertised the place for sale. Farmers, it pays well to attend to your business energetically and thoroughly. A Pnnster Fiend at Large. I met him in the cars on my way from Albany. He was a pleasant-looking old man, and his better-half sat beside him The car was as full as an election-day politician, and I was compelled to take a seat immediately in front of the happy- couple. There was something about him, however, that made me feel sorry right away. He had more talk in hiu than a school boy's bead has of some thing else, and I hadn't fairly settled before he began to unload some of it "Xice day I" "Beautiful." "Fearful road." "Fearful." Here was a small opening for him. and he got the wedge in. Oh! if I'd only made believe I was deaf and dumb "I've traveled all over this country, aud I never saw a worse road in all my life. Why, the road over the Rocky Mountains ain't half so rough." "Summit better," I responded. He looked at his companion, whom he called Minnie, winked, and said : "r unny man I Wonder who 'tis. Looks like Mark Twain " Then he paused, and just as I was bracing up and endeavoring to put on a Twalnish look, he continued by saying "Around the feet." This made me mad. "You've been all over the United States, have you ? Then of course you know Xew York. How is he getting along?" "Oil, he Kentucky way as much wins Icy as ever." "Much Florida, in consequence, 1 suppose," I suggested. "Utah thought so if you'd seen bim when I did " Here the passengers began to look worried, and one of them asked the conductor how far it was to the nexi station. Another ventured that maybt we weren't going far. "Yes," continued the old party, "he tried to make love to Minnie when I saw him last." "Arizouia foolin'," blushingly re marked the old woman. "Minnesota liked it, didu't she?" 1 asked, and gave him a look that inti mated that 1 guessed that would settlt it. "You musn't call her Minnie. It makes her mad. She'd have Georgia if she'd heard you. She Kansas back when she wants to." "If it Illinois her, of course PIT rV frain," I answered. Here one of the passengers was car ried out to the rear platform, and nine tenths of the others were tearing the lining oat of their coats for wadding to put in their ears. "Perhaps Iowa au apology," I contin ued. "Xo, I guess not," he said, without moving an eyelash. "It Texas English people to understand folks. It don't a Montana thing. Tennessee-sary." I felt for my pistol. At this moment the cars stopped at a station, and iuot of the passengers got out and waited for the next train. ' The majority had their heads tied up. I was determined to tight it out to the bitter end, if it took every State in the Union. As the train moved out of the station the conductor came up and asked me to keep still, for God's sake. He said the wheels were getting weak, and the coal bad refused to burn. The passengers had all de parted to the other cars, with the excep tion of six. I here looked determined. They were not even pale. I was satis fled to give up If he was. Just as 1 had made up my mind that the whole thing was settled "Ohio!" yawned the fiend. "I'm getting tired of this journey." "I think it has been very pleasant. Wouldn't M ichigan for $100. Jersey ?" Without noticing the last query he said : "Hope we'll meet again. I Xevada pleasanter time. Hope I M&ine never have a worse." At this point one of the passengers fell off his seat. He died in a few min utes. Before the conductor could get to the water tank another one breathed bis last. Two of the remaining ones were staring at each other, and it was found that they had both gone crasr. The remaining two weredeaf and dumb. I grasped my valise as the train readied Jersey City, and started for the boat. As I was passing out of the door the fiend yelled after me : "Yes, I Xew York and Xew Jersey and Xew Hampshire, I've Rhode Island Connecticut. Idaho-ln lot of land in Colorado. 1 Mississ The doctor says I shall be better iu week or so. A Broken-Nosed Boy. Things are upset. The breakfast was very late. There was last night or early this morning an unwonted stir or bustle in that house a hurrying to and fro, a tramping of feet, a slamming of doors, a gleaming of lights from room to room, the sound of strange voices and a noise of carriage wheels. I am aroused by all this confusion, and then told to "lie still and go to sleep." I wonder what they think a child is made of. Under circumstances utterly im possible for a grown person to be quiet and composed, I am always told to "lie down and go to sleep." If the house is on fire or a murder is being committed in the next room I must be still and go to sleep until it is somebody's pleasure to come and take me out of the way. Or if any explana tions of occurrences extraordinary are vouchsafed, I am always told some trumpery story whose bottom falls out )n time. I have come now to distrust the whole breed of grown-up people. The morning has come; I am denied access to my mother's room ; I am told she is sick ; strange people are about the house. A large, important looking woman bustles in and out of the cham ber: she seems to be in authority. I hate her. She disposes of me at once. I am told to be a good boy, to go and play, to make no noise and keep out of the way, all of which arc at present im possibilities in my present state of mind. Father, too, is home, for a wonder, on a week day. But he seems of little importance in the house. He remains in the back pallor, tries to amuse him self with a book, and is in frequcntcon sultation with that abominable large woman. He is being sent out contin ually on errands, and returns w ith pack ages, boules,and vials. Well, this is all very strange. I wander down into the kitchen, w here I am as much out of place as anywhere else. They seem to be having it their own way ; there is a smell of gin ; Susan, the chambermaid, looks at me curiously, and Hetty, the cook asks me how I would like to have "my nose put out of joint," which I do not understand at all; whereat they all laugh boisterous ly, and I am disgusted and icturn up stairs. 1 have no appetite for the noon meal. Father scarcely eat3. The abominable woman is present and eats hastily and heartily. The whole house is filled with an atmosphere of gloom, uncer tainty and appreheusioii. The doctor comes again and departs. I go about in tears and distress, aud am told by father not to cry that mother will soon be well, that I must be a good boy and then he gives me some pennies to buy candy. The large woman appears, cuts short our conference and father darts off again. The afternoon sun seems to shine gloomily. I am about to leave the house and buy candies, when the fat woman confronts me and tells me I must not stir out of doors. Then she orders Susan to do something. There are words between her and Susan. Susan seems in rebellion. Susan and I joi u forces and go out for an afternoon's walk. I ask her what is the matter with mother, and she replies absently aud mysteriously. She meets another girl and a long conference ensues be tween them, to which I am not admitted. 1 am a miserable Pariah. The whole world for me seems full of nods, winks, whisperings and sidelong glances. Well, there is candy left ; that is one satisfaction ; I go by myself, and effect the purchase of a stick from Mrs. Baker. She asks after my mother, and while I am (trying to tell her, Sus: n enters. More whispering, and Mrs. Baker says "Oh," in a manner which shows she has game J some information which she understands. Then ensues between her and Susan another conference, to which, as usual, I am denied admit tance. I try to console myself with candy. About four o clock we return home 1'hiligs sre-nraltered, and for the better The air is not so-havy".witrra;prehen-sion and anxiety. Father seems happier and the cook grins. I am taken to my mother's chamber. Before entering I hear a cry, a new cry, a sort of half strangled, half choked cry. Well I've got my mother back again, anyway, if she is so pule and thin. Xo, I haven't her entirely hack to myself as liefore, some one has arrived to dis pute possession w ith me. There is a mall red object on the bed beside mother. It is a head with a little soft black hair and all wrapped In a bundle. It is simply a red pucker of eyes, no-e md mouth. Father stands by with a gratified air and asks me how I like my "little brother." Little brother! I don't like it at all. So this is the dis turber of the household ieace! It's all a mystery. I want to ask where he came from, but I know I shall get no atisfactiou, so I hold my peace. For I've begun to find these people out. I must not tell a lie, but they will. I've caught them already in several, even my father and mother. They seem to think it's a treat to show me this this thing, but I don't think so. It's ugly. When next I go down to the kitcHen the cook asks me "how it feels to have my nose put out of joint." My nose isn't out of joint, I feel of it and look at it to assure myself of the fact. It's a Hrfect nose at least as perfect as it ever was. I don t understand tlieiu ;ind it's all a mystery. New Industries Wanted. The following new industries are much needed and could be prolitably conducted : 1. The establishment of thebeet sugar industry. 2. The establishment of flax growing and linen manufacture. 3. The manufacture of earthen tone and china ware. 4. The manufacture of gold, silve and plated ware. a. I bemanufaetureof watehes,cloc mathematical, philosopical and otho instruments. 6. The production of ebonite, Tulcan ite and kindred articles. 7. The production of vegetable oils. 8. The production and manufacture of silk. 9. The production of opium and opium extracts. 10. The production of a variety of chemicals, dyes and drugs. 11. The brewing of better and cheaper ales. 12. The manufacture of ivory, bone, bristle and other toilet articles. 13. The manufacture of buttons. 14. The growth and preparation of chicory. arblelaed Slate. The turning of slabs of slate into imi tations of marble has now become an important industry. The slabs of elate are first surfaced by a planer, and brought to the required thickness, and patterns are then laid npon the slabs. and the mallet and chisel work out the desired forms and mouldings. The peculiar feature in the operation, how ever, is the marbleizing. The material for the latter is prepared in a vat, and the slab is let down the composition. which adheres to the surface of the slate; the slab is next baked in an oven for one night, then coated with a var nish, manufactured for this special pur pose, and after six repetitions of these processes, it Is finally removed and pol ished, the surface presenting, as is well known, a beautiful appearance, and so firmly united to the skte Is this coating that it cannot be scaled or chipped off without taking the slaty particles with it, Deadly Weapons. Fleet Surgeon A. B. Mes.-er, M. D., has been continuing his Inquiry into the reputed poisonous nature of the arrows cf the South Sea Islanders. There now remains little doubt that in of the islands between Erromana (Xew Hebrides) and the Santa Crux group, the natives prepare and smear upon the arrows substances from various plants which they believe to be poisons. Dr. Messer gives a description of them. A plant named toto seems most in favor; it belongs to the Euphorbium family and has a milky sap, which is irritating aud painful when applied to the ejes or lips or to a sore. But from all ac counts obtained from missionaries aud others ne poisoning, strictly speaking, has ever been observed as the effect of wounds by arrows supposed to be thus poisoned, tetanus being the only result recorded, and not being of such a char acter or following so often as to en title it to be considered directly due to the substances smeared on the arrows. Tetanus is of very frequent occurrence in the South Pacific Islands, and wh. n it follows after wounds or iujuries it is almost always fatal. This may natur ally be attributed by a superstitious people to the power of the enemy or bis weapon. The "man a" or supernatural power which the Polynesian rates believe to exist in certain persons or things is a most potent influence. Some man or family may easily become famous as having the most deadly arrows, and would, of course, strive to make them as irritant and powerful as possible, with a view to increase the fears of the wounded. This explains how the arrows of one island may become more deadly than others, for if native believes that he Is shot by an arrow, for instance, from Mai wo or Auroia Island, which is said to produce the most deadly arrows In hat district, he will at once expect tetanus, and give up hope; and if it occurs and proves fatal, as it almost certain to do, the snperstition will In crease. We saw how painful and de structive was the mental influence in the case of those wounded on board the Pearl. In this superstition may be found an explanation of the trouble taken to smear arrows with substances the poisonous properties of which are at all events doubtful. Dr. Meser give an account in detail of fifteen experi ments he has been making upon three dogs and two rabbits, with toto, and another plant of great repute, and with four different kinds of arrows (one from Maiwo), supposed to be poisoned. Xo sign of poisoning followed. One of the dog3 while under observation broke his chain and ran loose for two hours among some grass and scrub, where it was known tnat snakes anJ scorpions abounded and on the next day symp toms of ii jury by a sting were observed ; but the dog showed no sign of tetanus and quite recovered. One of the rabbits inoculated with toto, inserted under the skin, was found on the third day unable to stand, and on being touched wis thrown into spasms somewhat resembling tetanus, but more like the effect of an injury to the spinal cord, and in a few hours the animal died. Unfortunately, but a slight examination of the body was made; but the lid of the box in which this rabbit was confined, being broken, was frequently falling down upon the. animal, and might thus have injured its spine, and so caused its death. Dr. Messer at once inserted tins supposed poison under the skin of another rabbit and two dogs, and increased tjie quan tity, but the wounds simply suppurated slightly, and the animals remained in perfect health. Sagacity of the Deer. A Ximrod who has been in the habit of hunting deer in the Adiron dack mountains, is of the opinion that the deer is often more than a match for a dog in sagacity. The deer seems to In well aware that the dog is guided by his faculty of scent in tracking him; and all the deer's efforts are directed to battling and thwarting this keen and wonderful sense with which the dog is gifted. With this purpose the deer w ill often make enormous leaps, or run around in a circle so as to confuse and puzzle his pursuers. He will mount a stone wall, aware that the dog cannot scent him so well on the rock as on the grass. If lie can find a pond or stream of water, the deer will plunge in and swim a long distance, so that the dog may lose his trail. It is a joyful sound to the poor, hunted deer when the dogs send up that sad, dismal howl, which they give utterance to when they lose all scent of the deer, and despair of finding it. He is then a happy deer. He hides quietl y in some covert among the bushes, and he will take care to place himself w here the wind will carryall odors of hislxxly away from the direction where he sup poses the uogs to be. The Shrill Voice of Americas Women. The Rev. Edward E. Hale does not like the voices of his countrywomen. He says that most of them talk with a shrill voice, and if they w ish to gain power seek it by sharpening the note, or screniing, rather than by giving more volume, and adds: "I remember at the great dining saloon of the Bauer au Lac Hotel, in Zurich, both the largest and finest dirdng hall I ever saw, when five hundred ptv.-le were dining at once at their different tables, i could single out iny own countrywomen In all pars of the hall, no matter w hat their ditance, by the shrill yell, more or less nasal, with which they summoned the wait ers, ordered soup, asked for a napkin or passed from pastry to icecream. Above the general buzz-buzz-buzz of five hun dred voices in conversation you could distinguish the war cry of thee eight or ten American women, as you distin guish the signal rockets at night above a long and dark line of entrenchments." Mr. Hale ascribes these unpleasant tones to the custom of making little girls read iu aloud ru1 unnatural fash ion in the gramma? aud primary schools. 7 "f, i ; i !
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