mill S mm'' i u -sai am. snak kx snv I aaav . 1 a n t. e i. am i B, F. HGHWEIER, THE OON8TITUTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. H y 5 f . VOL. XLV. WANTED A LITTLE GIRL. Wtrr are they one to. the little irtrH. with natural iiiann-"rs and natural curtiT Who love their .lolls and like thMr toys, And talk of iometning beside the bojra. little old women In plenty I find. Mature In manners and old of mind ; 1 litis old fllru who talk ot their beaux," Aod vie with eafh other In stylish clothes. I ntle old belles, who at nine and ten, . Are sick of pleasure and tired of men. Weary of travel, of balls, of fun And nnd no uew lliiug under the sun. Once, In the beautiful long- aio, home dear little chlldn-n I used to know Girls who were merry lambs at play AuJ lauded and rollicked the livelong day. Thev thouijht not at all of the "style" of their eloihi-s. Thev never Imagined the boys were 'beaui' -Other girls' brothers" and '-mates" wers they. Splendid fellows to help them play. Wlif re hnve thev gone to? If you see One of hem anywhere send her to me. would ive a medal of purest gold To one of thrs dear little eirls ot eld, V, Itli an Innocent heart and an open smile, Who knows uut the meaning ot "flirt" or 'style." Ella Whttler Wilcox. MY FIRST ENGAGEMENT. BY nOBAC'B WALKER. "Are yon out of work, young man?' The question had come very sudden ly. My interlocutor was rather rough looking, but kindly witnai. However this may be I fe!t"a little discomfited, and if I had consulted my natural trep idation, and my aversion to utter strangers, the presumption is that I should have turned on my heel, and disappeared. Jlut something in his manner arrested my attention, and 1 replied: "Ye, sir, I am unfortunately out of employment for the time being," at the same moment wondering where his funds could possibly- come frooa to meet financial obligations; for, assured ly, he whs ruoht nnprepossing, and hardly an element about him tended to diminish this first infererce of mine. He was rather of a stumpy build, a stout old Cornish farmer, one might venture, full bearded and bowlegged. On his shs'gy head he wore a slouch hat, faded by many hot suns, and all sorts of weather. Overalls concealed almost completely his dress. They were of bluejeans bleached almost white in some places, and yet 1 will be fair, there was just one redeeming quality about the old gentleman's makeup, he Lad the kindliest, most humane expres sion on the exposed part of his faoe that I remember to have seen since a mere lad. This alone could have led me into trouble had he been disposed. "Know how to work?" This was rather abrupt, and inclined to be a trifle saucy. But the persistent kin.ljy expression dispelled this inten tion, and 1 replied: . "Yes. sir." "What kin yer do? saw? split? pile? burn? "That is very menial labor." "Guess so. Git in my wagon. Afraid?" "No." "I live three miles out." Almost before I knew it I found my self comfortably ensconced in his old farmer wagon, and on my way to Hart ley r our Corners. "For there is where I live. My father lived there before me. I myself Lave been there some thirty odd years. Quite a while, I allow, but average to do farmers usually take root, so to say, I guess may be I have. Love th country, young man?" Up to this moment he seemed mainly to be addressing himself, and thus left alone, 1 had fallen into a partial fit of abstraction. It was a matter of small concern to myself what my probable fu ture would be. My parents were dead. It may have been said, and not un fairly, that I was friendless and alone la the world. What If happy chance should so decree it that this rough diamond should prove my good Samari tan? k, "Do you love the country?" "Your pardon. 1 had in my review forgotten your question. Yes, I am a froat lover of all agricultural pursuits, he rural districts are my deoided pre ference." "Know anything about farming and he oast a queer glance upon me, one that seemed inquisitive, and one that partook of what I might possibly be. "Something of farming, yes." - "Can you prepare the ground for seed?" and he seemed to be talking to the horse as much as to me, bat as that animal made no reply, I said: "Yes, Mr. Dearborn." "Plant potatoes?" Dig potatoes? Eat potatoes?" I made an affirmative reply. "Know horses? Understand cattle? Can milk? Do chores? Break colts?" and his singular interrogations were frequently interspersed by loud "hnd ups," the old mare never varying from her dogtrot gait, and paying little heed to the mouth emphasis and the uointermittent admonitions of the stub whip. "Sir, or rather, Mr. Dearborn, I protest You require me to know the entire paraphernalia of farming. Tour iperieuce alone would suffice for such questions." "However, I'll try you, If you don't do I can turn you oft HowTl that suit?" He was certainly very abrupt, bnt I W'jed that it was immaterial to me if I did not give satisfaction. Yes I told him I i-hould certainly try. And try I did. I fonnd the old fellow in posses sion ot quite a largo farm, many and many a good broad acre, many and kDV a troecl.id hill, a mountain away nor,ll one Try largo brook T kv, Cwne toarlflST "on through the bobbiiig ferns, swaying watercresscs, d eventually losing itself across an other man's meadow. At a glance I could tee tfcat if the old fellow owned these broad fields he was really at no peat disparity witu the world, in fact ' " got quite beyo d the ruins and .storujs of Jifo iu n commercial teoae, ' ?ut Bi"bt rot lea bad policy to jaratiate myself into his particular "flow A' like?" ho inquired, after I ltd passed a few days in his employ, as c sat about the kitchen stove, for the snows were fcti.l , the lup of spring, jdayouLg cmdlng tire was not an hout acquisition to the "Well icd.ed " for thh''1 b0l'n kepP'"fT bachelor's ball the lew iluvM sinoo iv arrival, as in. cipeeua housekeeper had not as 11). Wrct riaallv, one morning, qmteeaily, hei,i: iy'll? uro " roo I horseman. Take t ttcre- "vohcr down to the i ch hm"etLe lady and the Stter wuo will anive on the train Mind, dent let the old nag run away with you. She is fearfully afraid of the cars. Bo I will do the chores." It was only that day on which I met the farmer that I had seen the village OI . and, so, as I drove quietly along the three-mile road, I said to my self: "Well, Barney Wharton, do coming events cast their shadows before? May be. Strange fellow. Wonder that he trusts me with this valuable team. Imagine he has taken a fancy to me If so, lucky! Why? Ah! he has no marriageable daughter! I'm in the king's row on this. Happy again! He probably has no near kin, no kith and heir to inherit all hie worldly posses sions. In fine, he's the rummum bo num of my life. I am not old. My moustache has received a comfortable start, and a warm bpring will not re tard its growth. To make it plain, I am just in my majority. My own man. I am not passing rich with forty pounds a year, but I have a good job, and five hundred clean honestly earned dollars in the bank. Not so bad as it might be. And yet it might be better. And for the matter of that it might be worse. 1 had been driving leisurely, but we had already passed the last turnpike bend which lead to the town. I could not he'p picturing my probable future. In the midst of my cogitations the oars whistled in; and if 1 had not kept a cautionary hold on the lines, old Bess and 1 would have taken a sum-mer-saulL ' As it was I rode - on the two off wheels about three rods, and fetched np against a wood pile skirting the road, an uncomfortable character istic in many rurvl districts. No harm waa done, and I was only too glad to see the great iron horse steam out of the depot. And if I had been a veterinary doctor I should have ven tured that Bess was equally pleased. Hitching her to a ring in the depot platform I hurried into the ladies' waiting room and peered expectantly about. Two women were present. One was quite elderly, the other young and pretty? Yes, handsome! 1 stood like a piece of statuary, only I had blood, and it circulated. Other wise I was totally dead. Of course I came to life. "Madam your name 'Is Hannah De Void." "And yon are engaged to perform housework services at Mr. Moses Dear born's." "It is all right, sir" "Wharton, Barny Wharton." "It is all right, Mr. Wharton," said the handsome young lady, coming for ward, and half unconsciously, fasten ing her eyes on mine.. "I suppose you are to transport us to the farm?" "Yes, madam. Right round this way. Here we are," and I had the di vine privilege of assisting this young lady into the vehicle; I also helped her elderly companion to a seat, bnt I was the more surprised to hear her say: "Hullo, Bess! Dear old Bessie!" "Is it far?" queried the older wo man. "Three miles," replied the younger woman. Again I was surprised. Who was the young miss? and how did she know how far it was to Hartley Four Corners? Why shouldn't the elderly woman know as muoh? But I kept my peace, till finally my young lady friend said: "Are yon the hired man, Mr. Whar ton?" "Yes, if yon please, at Mr. Dear born's." "I hadn't heard. You must have en gaged yourself to him lately, without being too inquisitive." "Fewer than ten days." Like?" "Very much." "I'm glad. The other fellow proved a scamp, if I may be so bold or coarse, and well, he was discharged." Again I waa surprised. The elderly woman sat in almost stolid calm, her eyes flying to every object as she were in pastures new; while the young miss scarcely noticed anything along the beautiful turnpike, as if she were a thousand times familiar with the place. Women always puzzle me, but here waa a leader. Both were directly op posite. However, we were rapidly nearing the Corners. But I was des tined to a still further surprise. "Mr. Wharton, let me drive," said the little minx at my side. "Dangerous, madam. She came near sitting on the dashboard when the train steamed in." "Phew! But she was was from a oolt up frightened at the cars. And who could wonder, since they are enough to give one the shivers when they storm into a depot." "From a colt np?" I echoed to my self. "Yum, yum! What could she possibly know about the training ca reer of old Mr. Dearborn's mare Bess? The ideal The eighteen-year-old daugh ter of a village washerwoman going in to the biography of a rtrange horse! Probablva headstrong gi 1. At any rate my heart was wax in her hands. Quite a beginning! Secured a good position as chief servant of the great Dearborn farm, and now, right in the midst of it, I had tumbled heels over head in love with a village washerwo man's daughter, headstrong daughter! It was something I oonld not fathom. "You may have the lines, madam. But, believe me she is a mettlesome (teed. Ion may endanger our necks." "Guess not I helped to break her when she was a colt.' "What beautiful soeneryf'remarked the housekeeper, Mrs. DeVoid, "But " 1 started. "Stale, stale," interjected the horse woman, reining the steed with marked skill. Well, we arrived home at laBt, or rather at the farm. Mr. Dearborn welcomed the madam, the "new help, and turning to me he said: "My daughter, Mr. Wharton," re ferring to the young miss who had driven the horse." "Your dangther?" I echoed, recog nizing Miss Dearborn with a confused b"Yes. Sent her after a helpmate. Smart young miss. She'll give yon orders about the house. Her mother died some years since. Our old house keeptr having gone we must needs have another. Henco, my daughter j;.hr1. Yon'U like them Warn a uiowv both This seemed a litrte odd to me. I put on a brave isco, however, resolved to make the best of the situation, and content myself with confining myself to my outdoor duties, occupying the house only at meals, or for the pur pose of sleep. But Helsie was top . im petuous to be so ea. ly set aside, for barely the second day she said: "Let me carry the mUkpail, Barney. YoaH excuse me "for- my familiarity, but I c!o so like to be agreeable and not distant, "-and she- trotted along by my dda "i . . mere child Asd almost before I became really MIFFLINTOW1N, cognisant of my proceedings I was say ng: "Good morning, Heh-ie." "Good evening, Helsie." "My milk pail is the fulleBtr "What will your father eay when he hears yon have fallen in love with Barney Wharton?" At this latter her eyes would send out little laughters, and she wonld re ply: "Say, what can he say? He likes you, and why shouldn't 1? He never contradicted me yet, and why should he now?" And so it ran on. The snows melted and ran in little rivulets to the brooks. Spring was here! That we had proved a happy combination, the four of us, no one could gainsay. Moses and Han nah were progressing finely. Helsie and Barney were cheek by jowl. And if it might be intimated it really did seem as if there wonld soon be a double wedding at Hartley Four Corners. One day I said: "Helsie, it's an old story," and my faoe became very much heated. , "I know it Barney," she rejoined, blushing; "but tell it over again," and as she nestled her head on my willing shoulder I continued: "Once upon a time a Mr. Moses Dearborn engaged one Barney Whar ton to do manual labors on his great farm. This was Barney's first engage ment!" She laughed, and I continued: "By and by a pretty girloame in the picture. Barney grew to love this new revelation; and it was not many moons before he trumped np courage to say: 'Helsie, will you marry me?" "What did she say?" "Yes!" "And this was yonr tecond engage ment?" "Yes, Helsie." "And you will break neither?" "Here, Barney, Hannah and I are going to the village this very honr to be spliced, and if you're wise, young man, you'll take my daughter Helsie anil come along for the same purpose. You've been sparkin' long enough. Cornel" And come we did. I hitched Bess into the two-seated wagon, and with Helsie and myself on the front seat, and Moses and Hannah on the back one, we drove down to the parson's. And that divine averred that he had never seen a happier set of brides and bridegrooms in his ministerial career, and no one oontradioted him. My second engagement proved even more felicitous than the first. A Clever Little Boy. It is hardly decided whether Whittle, when he becomes a man, will be a min ister or a horse jockey, for he plays preacher sometimes all day, then, per haps tor a week, plays nothing but jockey. People say he might be both, but mamma thinks the jockey is going to win. He is called Whittle because his name is Whitney, and one gets dreadfully tired pronouncing the "n" when he is called so many times a day. When he was sick with the grip he drew horses as long as his little fingers could hold the penoil, and every one who called on him was expected to try his or her skill at sketching also. Whittle has a oousin Willie, and they study one honr every day. If mamma spellsthey can 'write letters. Whittle writes: "Please make me a horse" to every one he knows, and if he does not get an immediate reply he follows up the letter with this one: "What keeps you so long with that horse?" Mamma spends all her pin money buying stamps for Whittle's correspondence. He has gone to the country now for the summer, where he rides a real live pony and has two white rabbits with pink eyes, and two black and white kit tens that haven't their eyes open. Tommy says Whittle talks slang. Whittie's speech is funny, for he has not yet learned to give the long sound of a or o, and instead of saying "I fell into a hole." or "What do yon say," he says "I fell in a howl" and "What d' yousi?" Whittie's f nil name is Whitney Beat tie, and he is the little son of the Com missioner of Street Cleaning. TESTED RECIPES. KATONNAISE OF CKIiEBV. Celery is said to be an excellent nervine, and is also good for rheuma tism. It is . excellent cooked and the green parts are a desirable addition to soup. Only the white crisp stalks should be used for a salad, and it should be kept in ioe water until ready to serve. Cut the stalks in small pieces, pour the mayonnaise over them and garnish with the white leaves .- MAYONNAISE. Mix, in a soup plate which is as oold as possible, half a teaspoonfnl of mus tard, half a teaspoonfnl of powdered sugar, quarter of a teaspoonfnl of salt. One shake of cayenne pepper and the yolk of a raw egg. Stir well with a sil ver fork and add four tablespoonfula of the best olive oil, a drop a ta time until the egg thickens so that it can be taken np in a ball on the end of the fork, then thin it with a little lemon juice and add oil and lemon alternately until all the oil and the juice of a half a lemon is used. Do not pour the mayonnaise over the celery until the very last min ute or it will get too thin. FIO PUDDINO. Half a pound of figs, half a cup ot suet, one enp of bread crumbs, two tablespoonfula of flour, two eggs, one gill of milk, a little grated nut meg, one tablespoonful of sugar. Chop the figs and snet very fine and mix them with the crumbs, flour, nut meg and sugar. Beat the eggs very 1,'rrhl- .ml a A A thA milk nnnr over thA other ingredients and mix thoroughly. xiutter a puuuing-pan ur blubu &emt with a tight-fitting cover, put in the mixture and boil steadily from three tc four hnurjw ' Mont. Cablo, the most notorious gambling resort in Europe, where thousands of men and women have been ruined and many have ended their lives by suicide: where princes and plebeians, ladies of the Ingest rank and adventuresses, meet side by side at the gambling-tables; the sad dast, wildest, wickedest place in all Europe is to have its counterpart in Lower California. The scheme for the establishment of an American Monte Carlo is, strange to say, supported by several men who have been prominent in public affairs both' here nnd in Mexico, including, it is said. President Diaz, Gen. Butler, Gen. Eli Murray, the President of a leading NaMonal Bank and at least one railroad millionaire. If it be the purpose of these men to de liberately enoourage the gambling pro pensity on a scale, of magnitude here tofore unknown here, all Christian people will pray that the scheme may fail. $50,000,000. are said to be ready to put into the' scheme and all the necessary grants of land, eta, have been already arranged wift Mexico. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. 1 DRIVE THROUGH THE EM PD3E STATE. BT JKANXETTC N. PHIXiIJPA We tarried in New York until Sara toga was chilly and Long Branch was deserted, and the season for coashing had come. Foregoing a fashionable outfit we determined upon a tour of our own. Prince add our park wagon having gone before, we at last took a train for Chenango county, onr stort ing point. A fine morning in late ' September found us "booted" and packed "and ready to ride." Away we go across the Dnadilla around an "eternal hill" into the valley of a tributary creek. We are now in Otsego county, and for three hours we follow the creek and "enthuse" over the scenery. The farms of this county lie spread out ;aa if for exhibition. There is just enough hill on this side, and just enough slope on that to give full view of many a full farm plan. Fences are laid by some plan strongly suggestive of a "crazy juilt" Haa the craze ' spread from patch work to fence bnilding, or ttC6 versat The fields are still velvety, tenderly green. Their surfaces might empt the very gods and t.taus todanoe ind gamboL The undulations of the inrface ranging from tiny hillocks to 3atakill Heights, turned and sloped ihis way and that, are nearly all imoothed over and rounded oft A lairy feeding on a hilly pasture rails to mind, "Cattle on a thousand hills." after dinner and rest we. cross our oreek and begin a climb, gra Inallj, bnt surely, up, np for three miles. We kwist onr necks and look back down the valley we have just threaded, and ttretch them to look over the steep hill at our left. Now we are speeding along a level stretch apparently at the top, bnt no, another and another climb must be made before we roe the blue line beyond that tells of another range, fhere before us lies a valley with its silent village. The top of our ridge is lonely and suggestive of bleakness even now. Field and house and cattle near a pinohed wind-swept village are not pleasant to see. Down throngh the village, across the stream and up and down twice more we go before we reach our destination where we find hospitality for a few days. While here we make excursions np and down the valley, for in Central New York all roads are limited to valley or hill va garies. Delightful landscapes are al ways before us hill, and field, and stream with farm groups, as far as the eye can reach. Cotton or woolen, or flour,, or lumber mills now and then form the nucleus of a Hobletown or Catville. In some cases cotton and woolen mills are in operation and their puffs of steam by day add to the cliarra. ing views, or the glitter of their lights after dark, seen from a neighboring bill, tell us we are "almost there." Many of these mills have long lain idle awaiting the advent of aMcKiuley bill. Not a few have recently announced a speedy reopening. One excursion takes us "over the hills to" CoLperetowu, aiinV.t it at U foot of Ostego Lake whence flows the lordly Susquehanna, just here lut a willow-arched brook. This village, like many others in this vicinity is a summer resort. Hence it is always ready for company, and an attractive pluce. In a grove near the lake are the rnins of J. Fennimere Cooper's residence now little more than hollows in the ground. Hotels, clubs, and so cieties are known as "The Fennimore" or "The Cooper." .Cooper's monu ment stands to view not far from his grave in the cemetery on the outskirts of the village on a woo-'.ed hillside fac ing the lake. At the top of the same hill half a mile further on is Leather. stocking's Cave. "Xatly Bumppo" navigates the lake in the form of a small ercursi' n steamer. Another excursion is all around Ot sego Lake, np the East side and d wn the West. The first half of our drive is along a road laid in the forest prim eval, a high steep hill on onr right and mnoh of the way, an abrupt pre cipice on our left through whose trees we see the glint and glimmer of the lake. One solitary farm house cheers the way for eight miles with forest be hind, and lake in front, and on either side forest. After crossing an old time Indian trail, near the head of the lake we spy at a mile's distance a white mansion, imposing and spacious. It is Hyde Hall portrayed in an illustrated article on country homes in a recent magazine, and recognized by ns throngh the article. A little further on we see the lodge gates and just then there flashes past ns an English turn out that curves tnrough the gates and disappears down the private road lead ing to the Hall, a very English idea, all in all, transplanted to very Ameri can soil. A mile further on we pass it store house surrounded by stone dairy, stone hennery, stone swine house, and stone reservoir, and faced by un counted viooden barns and sheds, the whole flanked by an immense orchard tipped np on Mt. Wellington's eastern slope so that every tree in every row is visible from below. Pausing to make inquiry we learn that this place and yonder Hall are part of the Geo. Clarke estate onoe extending over thousands of acres reaching even to Cooperstown, and embracing equal ter ritory in neighboring counties. At the top of the hill at the Northern end of the lake we pass another inhabited house perched where bitter winds and driving snow in winter have full play. Why are houses chosen in snnh un lovely spots? At the foot of this long stony hill we find a large stock farm a part of the Clarke estate. A little further on we pass a lonely road lead ing to the ancient haunts of a gang of counterfeiters whose bold deeds came to en inglorious end, and whose chief once a oonvict still lives sans "every thing" his mind "mere oblivion." Af ter dinner we are on the West side of the lake and take in its beauties through rain and wind. On October first, hot and bright, we journey Northward toward Richfield Springs. Our .road lies along the -bores of Schuyler's Lake whose chief duty on this rare day is to se ct . 1 ar est blue of sky and brightest white of cloudi above in shimmering, si arkling blue and white below. All around the lake is a broad phylactory of rarest dyes and daintiest weaving. Green and crimson and scarlet and yellow and gold, and gold and yellow and scarlet and crimson and green are realities in air above and faithful reflection in water below. Aronna and I eyond it all are the bine, blue hills, At Rich field quiet reigns. Visitors are all gone, hotels are -closed and even the sulphur spring is "closed" an l we are denied the privilege of sipping its donbtful-eggish nectar and depart in gnstric peace. Still Northward from Richfield we go "and rattle our bones over the stones," into the Mohawk Valley which gradually comes to view like mammoth picture, at first a blu ish background of hill, Adirondack I spurs, extending East and West, whose I lonage softened by distance la nine reflection of the glory around us, the echo as it were of the grand chorus of color nearer at hand. Below are the faint silvery Mohawk, the picturesque r.rie t'anai, and the N. X. uentrai ana West Shore Railroads np and down whose parallel tracks are uncounted, ceaseless, restless trains. Frankfort, Thin, Mohawk and Herkimer are fonr dots along the valley. If one could gain a glimpse around that curve to the right he would see Little Falls sprinkled over the rockiest, narrowest part of the whole valley, and claiming first rank in the United States ai a cheese market. A peep over the hill in the distant left wou'd reveal "pent up Utica," pent only by her everlasting, encircling hlls. When the down gTade is all made we sek shelter at a friend ly door, and are dwellers in the valley for a time. The journey from south to north must all be retraversod. Hill and dale and field are still in resplend ent glory, every bush and briar and treelet doing its diminutive best to add to the enertainment of the season. Botanist, historian, geologist, agri culturist or romancer may find bis eres and ears and mind well occupied. The famous elms of Herkimer county are a joy even to those accustomed to their presenoe. Belated daisies dot the wayside, or cherry butteroups smile as in spring and not infrequent ly a modest dandelion sparkles in its grassy setting. Mr. Go' den Rod, and Miss Purple Astor take no pains to conceal their mutual admiration. W hen at Cooperstown, one may go to the eastern hill and follow the road to Cherry Velley, the scene of that dark tragedy in Revolutionary days. In Southern Otsego County is a spot memorable for the abduction of three brothers in 1773. Near Herkimer is the site of an old fort, near whioh stand a colonial church and burying ground. Beyond Little Falls is the General Herkimer residence still intact, and more than one of the old time "manor" or "pala tinate" domains once flourished in the region of onr tour. Hills sloping this way, hillocks roll ing that way, a broken stony cliff here, a trickling spring there, little crater like grass completed hollows, and iso lated, curious shaped mounds all cross one's fill of vision followed by an imaginary interrogation point. If all the stones in New York were picked np and carried off, if all the rock surface visible in field and highway were blasted out, the Empire State wunld suflYr a nightly shrinkage in J real estate. Go where one will, Btones . from tiniest pebbles to hicheBt boulders contest the soil with all crops and render ' callous the noses of cattle and sheep. I Heaps in the field, (tone houses and , stones walls seem to have taken none ' from the ground. Thousands of miles oi stone walls in Herkimer and Otsego - counties add to the picturesque while 1 serving the utilitarian. Some are crumbling and vine covered, bnt most I are perfect still. Many of them I tl ronguont the region are the work of .jctcbsional, a colored man, who turned ins back on Siberian nonora and returned to the haunts of his youth where it was for years his pride to build the straightest and most solid walls, and always to lay, without second trinl. the right stone in the right place. Were prohibition to be absolutely and practically applied and all brewer ies annihilated, what a calamity would befall the industries of these counties, for nnder existing evils hops are everywhere. As far as the eve can see or one can ride are patches oi withered vines and stacks ot poles that tell of crops well gathered. Hop kilns rear their ungaiuly Hues under many a hill or around many a curve. Creaking loads piled np high with new made bales en route for shipping station are passed on every road. This has been a fat year for hop growers, one "yard" in Otsego County yielding a crop wort a 8r,000. A new interest is added to Cooper's novels by a tonr throngh this reuion. Its rolling hills, its far reaching valleys, sparking lakes, with now and then a shallow cave or lonely dell are the same that he knew and loved and de scribed. "The Pioneers" and "Wyan dotte," thongh dated so early in the history of our nation, are located here abouts and furnish many proofs of this loyalty to the real. Soothed by the clitter clutter, clitter clatter of Prince's feet, and by the chatty confidential creak cre-uk of the whitHetree one falls to musing on the sights before him. Farm bouses come to take on a facial expression and wear a personality to the wayfarer like those of their indwell era. This one is perfect in all its appoint ments firm and tightly closed and we pass with a sigh for the darkened, stiffened soul within. 'Another is ragged and down at the heel as it were; that one is hurried and worried and not at its best; and another is trim and neat and with its roomy, tidy barns seems to speak for the farmer and his wife and say, "Come right in, there's plenty of room." Deserted houses, like tombstones, arouse our curiosity as to what has been the comedy or humdrum, the tragedy or romance of their occupants in better days. The loud tongned crow reviews the land below, the bnsy "woodchuck" spoils the finest field, the dainty squirrel trips along the wall and we note it all with eager eye and rested nerve. We pass, on the outskirts of a village, a connty fair in full force and take a peep at the flying races. We cross a railroad track heeding the warning, "Look out for the cars." We notice "Publio Telephone" swinging from a dingy bnilding. We pause at a water trough fashioned of solid stone in whose dripping face we read in carving plain, "Property of Henry Bfcrgh,'' or "A merciful man is merciful to his heart." At frequent intervals "beside yon straggling fence" we passa "temple of learning" for the rnstic youth. We stop at a wayside inn and our dinner is sauced with keenest hnnger. The menu served by mine hostess herself it fish, fresh from the blue lake across the way; chicken, whose last crow greeted this morning's sun; milk, from the meek-eyed Jersey cow browsing in yonder 'field; pickles ana sauces made from the products of the garden now withering nnder the window: nAC4 m jt a . -.1 - ' io.cn,, wmun uiuwut-u iu jure uiuTci uuucj ur Kfjpiv pie whose interior bnt lately left-the parent stew. An autumn day draws to its close, and we are once more by the Unadills "rolling rapidly, and to-morrow we mnst have onr backs on these rural rovings and set oar faces cityward, The Irish are said to be the finest judges ol tsa in the world. A tea tast er must be endowed with a very sharp palate, for he sometimes has to sample three hundred in the course ol a day. The Irish are natural-born connois- ' sears, although England is the centre of the tea txade. OCTOBER 21. 1891. The Story of a Sung. One of the sonjrs used by (he min strel companies Hint now was evolved interestingly. The story is told by the "Utica Observer." At an annual din ner in memory of Gen. Grant the com pany included Gens. Sherman, Sheri dan, and Carr. Anecdotes of curious ly wounded men were given, and one of the narratives was by Gen. Carr. It related to a soldier in the Second New York Volunteers, at which Carr was Colonel at the outset. In a battle a piece of an exploded shell struck the man on the head and gave to him what would ordinarily have proved a fatal wound. He lay insensible among the dead for hours, nobody supposing that he was alive. Those who went to hitn found in one hand a small portion of a letter from his wife. In thin she spoke of a furlough which had been granted to hiui and which he was going to use for a visit to his home, his health be ing poor. She wrote affectionately of their wedlock, reminded him of a wil low tree under which they had done some of their courtship, and told him on the day for bis arrival she would meet him there. In the hurry and confusion he was left lying with this paper still in his grasp. Night fell upon the battle field with the dead unburied. Iu the morning the bodies of the slain were hastily buried in a trench. It was supposed that our soldier was among them. But he was not. During the night he had revived and wandered away. Word was sent te his home that he was dead, but as a matter of fact he wandered oil to a distant hospital, remained there unidentified until his wounds healed, and was discharged utterly without memory of the past. It happened that he retained the merest scrap of hi wife's letter, but without name or place left on it. This he retained, and with a vagut knowledge that it was from his wife, who was waiting for him somewhere, he tramped here and there over th country for four years. Then merf ch nee or a shadowy recollection ol hi home led htm to the very spol where his wife had promised to meet him. It was the willow tree close to his old home, and there he actually found her. The shock of joy and rec ognition nearly if not quite cured him of his malady. Gen. Carr told the story very touchingly, and it made a pathet ic impression upon his hearers. On of them was a rh inster, and turning to Gen. Sheridan said: "You ought tc make verses out of that." "It should have music, too," Sher man suggested. "It would make splendid song." The rhymster promised to undertakt the job, and to get a friend to compost an air, with the proviso that the tlire Generals mentioned should get togeth er and hear it sung. The result was t song with the title and refrain ol "Where the willow makes a shade that being suggested by the willow tree tryst of the anecdote. The mush was composed by Ellis Brooks. Gen. Sheridan died before the verses wen musically arranged. Gen. Carr under went a severe surgical operation foi the removal of a cancer, and it was ic his apartment, while he was recover ing, that a half dozen friends, includ ing Gen. Sherman, assembled to hsi the song. The singer gave effective expression to the story of the tramp veteran, and the "Observer's" account says it was a sight to see the two Gen erals listening raptly to the melodioui strains of the war story which one of them had told. The minstrel vocalists of the Haverly-Cleveland and othei troups are appealing to audiences, es pecially to war veterans, with the song thus sing ularly provided. Things A Boy Should Learn. To close the door quietly, especially when there is a sick person or people whose nerves are sensitive in the house. To treat the girls so well that they wish he was their brother. To lift the baby out of the cradle, and hold it for half an hour. To keeps his finger nails from wear ing mourning. To put every garment in its propel place. To remove his hat upon entering the house. To speak pleasantly to aa old wo man. To help the boy smaller than him self. To read aloud when requested. To wipe his boots on the mat. To button his mother's boots. To help his mother oc sister. To respect his teacher. - To hold his head erect. To hang u his hat. To sew on a button. To sing if he can. To cut kindling-9. To do an errand. To be puctual. To make a fire. To be honest. To be neat, To carve. To swim. To run. (olden Rules, The ophthalmic surgeon of an Eng lish hospital has prepared for the local school board a series of golden pre cepts on this important subject which, legibly printed on a mounted scroll, are to be hung up in all the board school-rooms. Seven cardinal maxime are all Jhat are considered needful for the scholars to bear in mind. These are; "sit upright: sit square; keep your eyes at least twelve inches from your work ; write on a slope and not on a flat table ; read with your book well np; do not read very small print: do not work in a bad light; and if you cannot see your work properly tell your teacher." As there Is noth ing like pictorial example, this is illus trated hv fonr drawino-a AvhihtHnor IT. ...... good ana baa positions A clown who la smart in his profe:- sion may achieve quite a reputation, but a minister who is buffoon loses the high honor of the sanctuary and fails to gain even the poor applause of a circus. Imitation are always adulterations. Lt evervarui ha hlmanlf hut his best ! self, not his worst self. There are two selves in every self. Brim? out in'o dominance the angel and subordinate the animal. A BlIKliLK STORY. BT FRANK T. KORI.NSOX. Tom was nsnully a good lwy: but one Monlv when his mother was , washing, I e b Ihered her very much, , snd was scoiuud several times for play ' ing near tue great suds tnb and getting ' lis jacket wet while making great moun ! tains of pretty water bubbles. I After a time, when his mother's back was turned, Tom attempted to plunge I his pipe deep in the tub, intending to bring np the bowl mil ot suds. He luoceeded in balancing his body on the sdge of the tub to reach forward, bnt when he tried to raise the pipe and lrop his feet to the floor ha "lost his head," as they say, through fear of a tumble and the possibility of being dis covered by his mother, and so he fell head.ong, with a splash, into the soapy water. He did not shout and cry, he was too much scared for that, but kept quiet and thought over the best means af getting out of the scrape. He con Blnded that he would blow a monster bubble, and see if it wonld not lift him from his warm bath. Pretty soon there arose on the sur face of the water a handsome bnbble and in two minutes the sides touched the rim of the tub. Tom was now in great glee, and he blew so hard that the bnbble took the ihape of a big balloon, and he felt him self rising from the water. Placing his tongue at the end of the stem, so that the air should not escape, Tom took several long breaths preparatory to final blow. At last he began to puff away again, and in a moment he was holding on to the stem of his pipe with one band, while with the other he guided himself ont of the window. He siw his mother look up at him as he sailed into space, and for a moment his heart sick6nei, and he was tilled with regret; but as he saw rivers, lakes, housetops, trees, the butcher and chil 3re ', all fading and melting into ono mass, he felt proud of himself and for got everything else. Away, upward and onward, went the pretty bubble and the silly child; nor did he care whioh way or how high he went, and he doubtless would have been going on to this day, bnt from the fact that he struck a cloud with such force that the bubble bounded about like a rubber balL It jarred him so much that he wished himself in the back-yard of his house playing with his cat "Pepper;" but, after a while, he came to the edge of the cloud, and then np he shot like a rocket. JuBt as he was beginning to feel hap py, a new trouble appeared, the sun was setting, and its golden rays re flected so strongly on the bnbble that it blinded him ; added to this, came a sorry feeling that he had not minded his poor mamma, and he began to cry ; in trying towipe'his eyes, he struck the bnbble, whioh buret with a terri cle noise. Horror filled his breast; oh, what should he do np in the heavens? He shouted for his mother, but, that was useless: she was miles below,, and could not hear or even see her flighty child. Of a sndden he won dered why he was not falling to the ground his eyes now began to dry so he looked below him, and to his de light discovered that his tears had been turned to bubbles, and that he was covered with them. Tom had aged considerably within an honr, and was now on the alert for anything new that might happen, so he began to study out the means of escape from his terrible conditi n. "Bubbles brought me up," said Tom, aloud; "if there were no bnbbles, 1 wonld go down," so he commenced to burst the bubbles about him, one by one, and gradually began to descend to the earth, and when he pricked the last bubble he shouted with all his might for joy, and cried lustily for his mother. Tom bounded hastily toward the back-door of his honse; but finding it locked' commenced knocking and pounding it it h all his might and screaming, "Mother, mother, I've come home." "Yes, yes, my dear boy," said his mother. "Sou have been dreaming. Tommy; turn over on yonr side; there's a kiss for you." Tom gave a sigh, murmured some thing about "mince pie," and "glad it ain't true," then went to sleep again. A FAITHFUL AND TIRELESd SERVANT. The patient, tireless, hardy beast of burden forming the subject of our illustration has borne an extremely im portant i? not always duly credited portion of the labor of opening np onr new western country, both on the great plains and in the mountain regions. In the illustrated description of the bnilding of the Pike's Peak rail oad, in the our issue of Jan nary 24, it was stated that "provis ions, tools, and camping outfits were transported by trail to varions camps along the line on the baoks of mules and burros," but, in addition to this general credit, we now present a view, from a photograph, of one of the animals so employed. Odd as the view must seem to most of onr readers, it is by no means an uncommon one to those familiar with b'fe at mining camps in the monltains and in many other places distant from the railroad lines. And, with variations in the character of the burdens, these same sturdy, diminutive eqnincs, which wonld gen erally be classed as donkeys at the East, or as bronchos, burros, or In dian ponies at the West, have borne a large part of the labor attendant npon the advancing settlement of the plains. Onr engraving was made from a hotograph sent to ns by Mr. John 'otter, of Colorado Spring, CoL Scientific American. ' Thx best of all is, God is with ns. Orn own heart, and not other men's opinions of us, form onr true honor. In manufacture of the bttle Swed ish matches whioh are sold everywhere so cheaply forms one of the great in dustries of Sweden. Some idea of the extent to which these matches are sent abroad may be inferred from the fact that 6,404 tons were exported dnring the first six months of tins year. Japankss women are said to be the most feminine of all women. They do not care a mite about woman's rights; they don't long to be men, and they don't go in for "higher education. But, poor things! they are no more than the goods and chattels of the household to their husbands, who may divoroe them on the - smallest pretext. A Japanese woman must be submissive ; first to the father, then to her husband, and when a widow, to . her eldest eon. Sex lot is not a happy one. NO. 44. NEWS IN BRIEF. Gen. Miles, the Indian fighter and pacificator, is an expert rider of the bicycle. Don't cirry our umbrella with ut ter di regard of the people behind you or on either side. To be well shod and better gloved are peculiarities of the French and American women. A piano should never be allowed to remain unopened for a period of sever al months or longer. A huge potato, weighing twenty seven pounds, h is been raised by a far mer at Buyou S:tr,i, Ia. A nioiii.tain of coal In Wild Horse Valley. Wyoming, has been burning for more than thirty years. The man who makes loud claims to t ou character ought to be careful and have it always with him. Don't fret. Fretting and fault-finding make more women thin and wrink led than anything else in the world. When merely eating an ice or other slight refreshment between dances It Is not necessary to take off your gloves. The first London directory was prluted in 16C7, and contained but 64 pages, with names of 1.7'JO persons and firms. The Arabian year is a lunar one, and in the course of thirty-two years each month runs through all of the seasons. There are plenty of gxd fish always In the sea. but thousands of worthy in land eople can never get to the sea shore. The emperor of Germany, while en tertaining much more freely than his grandfather did, has a keen eye to economy. Cowper was over fifty when he pub lished "John Gilpin" and "The Task," and Defoe 58 when he published "Ro binson Crusoe." Bills are now posted In Paris by machinery, which is said to be an im provement on the hand and pa ale pot system. Lady Randolph Churchill Is the on ly American woman who bas been hon ored by the queen wit.'i the Order of the Crown of India. Maxims which seem truUms la their application to the conduct of oth ers are apt to escape us altogether In their bearing on our own. '1 he Empress of A ustrla Is as busy aa a schoolgirl with her linguistic studies, and as interested as a land reformer In agricultural projects. Henry Cook, a Norwich (Conn.) tailor, has a beard seven feet two inches long though be Is ouly five feet alx inches tall. The temple of Ilom-mon-jl, at Ikegami, be;un In 1282 and finished in 1: 07, Is one of the most famous religious structures in Japan. A traveler said recently that Philadelphia bas more people with dark hair and blue and gray eyes than any place he ever visited. Petroleum, which actually flows unaided through the rocks, bas been discovered at Crow's Nest in the Cana dian Hocky Mountain. The way to tell a well-bred dog ac cording to a canine fancier, is to grasp Id in by the back or the neck and hold him up. If a cur, be yelps; if well-bred, he never utters a whimper. The actual expenditure of the British government in 1889 was 88. 08:1,830, or, if we consider $5 to be equivalent to il, $443,419,150. To t ike rust out of steel rub It over with salad oil and in forty-eight hours rub with unslaked hue, finely powdered, until the rust disappears. If paint lias been f c altered on win dow panes wet the spots with water and rub thoroughly with a new silver dollar, or they may be washed with sharp vinegar. Carrier pigeons are being trained at Portsmouth, England, for carrying mes sages from ships at sea to the shore. During some trials they successfully crossed the channel during a fog. The artificial incubation of egg originated in Egypt, where it 1 atiU carried cn. According to a consular report no fewer than 75,000,01)0 eggs are hatched in this way every year os the banks of the Nile. Robert T. Barker, of New Bedford, Mass., read the Bible through for the first time in 1808. Since that date ha has read it ninety-nine times. It usually takes him two months to read It from beginning to end. A man fishing at Jersey, Englana, was caught by the rising tide, and a boat hail to be put out to rescue him. the next day the magistrate sentenced him to eight days' hard labor "for the trouble be had caused." The census reports show an aver age value of cows in the United States of $11 02, or lifty-two cents each less than ten years ago. There must be some some cheap cows somewhere. Horses average $1.84 less in value than in 1880. Nine hundred tons of green peas were delivered in London by the Great Eastern Railway Company on a recent Saturday. This large quan tity so depressed the prices In the market that most of them are said to have been sold at a loss. A curious fact in the early history of pins Is that when they were first sold in "open shop'' there was such gaeat a de mand for them that a code was passed permitting their sale only on two days in the year the 1st and 2d of Janu ary. An army of locusts ten miles wide receutly swept over the Punjab In India. It occupied five days in pass in?. Not much harm was done to crops, however, since they were so far advanced that they could be harvested before the locusts reached them. , The Hon Is eaten by some African races and the hippopotamus by others. The Zulus find carrion so much to their liking that they apply to it the word 'ubornl,' signfiying great happiness. The aboriginal Australians and Hotten ots prefer the IntestineB of animals. Probably the finest and costliest college l.brary building will be the one which has been built for the University of Leipslc. Nearly 11,000,000 were ex pended on it. The library of the University consists of 540,000 volume. A new car of the Michigan Central Railroad does the work of 300 men t scraping the dirt dumped on the side of the track to the edge of the fill. F5 la fit' 3 i 8 i L;-t N 1 I 1?.
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