SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W, M. CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. VII.
THE FLOOD.
I.
The rhythmic ring of a horse's 4MI
Echoes along the city street,
And the idle-crowd swarms out to seo
Who can the reckless rider bo.
With bloodless faco and blazing eyes
Hedasheson, and wildly cries:
"Fly, for the river's wrath is near!
Fly, for the Flood—the Flood is here!"
He passes, and they stand amazed!
Then jest, and deem the rider crazed—
Some mischief-breeding adillepate—
Then turn and see, and fly—too late!
11.
With a moan and a groan,
,With a shriek and a roar,
Down on the town
t i ■ The waters pour—
A shivering crash,
And it is no more!
The torrent sweeps on its changeless path,
Grinding the puny walls like chaff,
In its awful play.
Like straws before the fresh'ning breeze,
Like sands beneath the beating seas,
They pass away.
The seething whirlpool boils and foams
Above a thousand ruined homes,
And on its bosom sped,
All ghastly in the waning light.
Are borne into the coming night
An army of the dead.
in.
Tears for the souls that passed away;
But charity for thoso t ~
Whose all was lost that bitter day; . *
Whose call for pity goes
Up from hearts that are sad and sore
1 And laden down with woes;
Tears for the livas that are no more,
But charity for those.
—Glen MacDonotigh, in New York World.
•THE OLD-CLO' MAN.
(V
,v "Oh, such pretty vases,-mamma!" said
Fanny, nearly throwing herself out of
the window, in her eagerness to look
after an old-clothes man, who with Lis
bag upon his shoulder, and his basket of
brittle ware upon his arm, was just at
that moment passing the door. "Such
pretty, pretty vases! Do let me have one,
mamma!"
Now, I never, on any account, en
courage one of those people. I have
hitherto made it a positive rule never to
allow one of them to cross my threshold.
Yet, somehow, Fanny's eyes—they are
just like Psalter's—looked so coaxingly
into mine that, before I had taken a
moment to consider about it, I opened
the door, and the minute I did so, of
course, the old-clothes man came straight
up the stairs, with his "Old clo-! old
shocn! Enny tings to change dis morn
ing, laty?"
As I had opened the door, I thought it
could do no harm to humor Fanny, just
for once, you know; so, telling the man
to wait a moment, and bidding Fanny,in
a whisper, not to leave the hall until I
came back (for I was afraid the man
might meddle with something while was
I was gone), Iran upstairs, aud was soon
engaged in inspecting the contents of a
musty old wardrobe in the .lumber room.
Tliwe was an old office coat of Psalter's,
terribly out at elbows; an old vest of
Brother John's totally destitute of pock
ets ; a little frock of Fanny's, which she
had outgrown a year before; and a
broche shawl of my own, which had been
spotted with rain, and which I had
placed in the wardrobe in a fit of im
patience, pretending to myself that it was
utterly ruined. It was the only thing of
any value there, and, in fact, it was so
good that I hesitated about producing it
on the present occasion. I turned it
about and looked at it oVer and over
again. The center was the only part
which was stained. I could rip the border
off and have it dyed,and my shawl would
be as good as new again. But then it
was so much trouble, and I had a verv
pretty shawl and a cloak and beaded
wrap besides. Still, I -did feel afraid
that it would be wrong to dispose of it
for next to nothing.
While I was deliberating on the sub
ject, I heard some one behind me»say:
"Why don't you come, mamma?" and
there, if you'll believe me, stood that
disobedient child, notwithstanding I had
told her not leave the hall on any
accqunt. There she was, and the old
clothes-man was alone downstairs. I
declare I had half a mind to shake her
well.
Iran downstairs immediately. There
stood the peddler just where I had left
him, rubbing his hands one over the
other, and looking so steadfastly at
nothing that he really seemed to have
a cast in one of his eyes and a squint in
the other. Ugh! what a villainous
looking face he had—it absolutely made
me shudder. He lifted the coat from
the chair upon which 1 had laid it, and
held it at arm's length with a super
cilious air.
"Ah!" he said, "dat is goot for
nothings, laty. Dat ish nftt goot for
rags. I got very pretty tings in my
basket. Laty, any old clo's, old shoes—
anything else, laty? Little laty, want
pretty tings out uv my basket?"
"Here's a froek," said Fanny, "and a
vest of Uncle John's, and a shawl of
ma's."
"Ah!" grunted the man."The froek
is no good—not worth nothings. The
vest was no use mit me. The shawl was
lectle petter, laty. Vot you vant for
him?"
"I want a pretty vase," said Fanny.
"Ah! lcetle laty," said the peddler,"
"I makes no monish mit you—you too
hard on me. Veil, veil, I takes de
clo's. Dey ish worth nothing, most
nothing, laty, and I will give you dis
vase. I make myself poor bargain, leetle
laty. Ugh! I make no monish mit you
and with innumerable jerks and moves
and gesticulations he thrust a little vase,
with a very gaudy pattern printed on the
front, into the child's hand and began to
gather up the articles from the floor
where he had dropped them.
Just then I happened to glance through
the window, and saw to my chagrin two
of my most fashionable acquaintances
coming up the street; and really, for the
moment, I would not have cared how
much the man had cheated me, so that I
got him out of the house before they came
up. He did go at last, although he
came back after they were in the hall to
say:
"Next time you has petter tings, lady;
then we make petter bargains. I make
no monish mit you this day, laty. Good
by. I come next week—den you hash
petter tings."
At which speech Mrs. Japonica rolled
up her eyes and asked me what the man
meant; and Miss Cornelia Japonica
"wondered I didn't move nearer Fifth
avenue, where I would not be subject to
the intrusions of such people."
The Japonicas stood a good while and
talked away about all manner of fashion
able nothings—the last concert and the
last party at Mrs. Highflyer's how
sweetly Screeholini sang, and how ele
gantly Miss Wilkins was dressed the other
day. By the time they went Clara and
Rosa and Dick were home from school,
and Fanny was crying for lunch. So
my time was pretty well occupied for an
hour or more, and I forgot all about the
old peddler until Rosa began to fidget
about the room and rummage my work
box and desk for something she had lost.
"What arc you looking for, Rosa?" I
said, rather impatiently, as she overset a
box of cotton. "I wish you would be
more careful."
"It's all Fanny's fault, ma. I told her
not to touch it till I came home," an
swered Rosa.
"I don't care, said Fanny; "it was
mine, too."
"It was more mine," said Rosa, "be
cause I'm the biggest—warn't it, ma?"
"What are you speaking of?" I in
quired. "What was more yours?"
"Why, the money pa gave us to piny
store with," said Rosa. "The banlc-bill,
you know, ma."
Psalter had received a bad §5 bill some
time before, and, after marking it with
red ink, had kept it in his pocketbook
until a few days before, when lie .gave it
to the children as a plaything. I had
seen it in Fauny's hand that very morn
ing, just before the clothes man passed
the window, and the moment I remem
bered that I guessed where the note had
vanished.
"Did you have it when you saw your
little vase in the man's basket, Fanny?" I
said.
"Oh yes, ma!" said Fanny. "I recol-'
lect now, I put it on the hall table when
I opened the door. I'll go and look
there."
She went, but of course didn't find it.
Ido declare I had to laugh when I
thought how disappointed the old ped
dler would feel when he found out that
the bill was worthlesss. I quite enjoyed
it.
My merriment was shortened, however;
for not fifteen minutes after I discovered
that a new vest of Psalter's, which he
had only brought home the day before,
and which I had laid upon my work-bas
ket until I should find time to set the
buckle at the back a little farther for
ward, was missing. 1 searched every
where, but the vest was nowhere in the
house. Such a beautiful thing as it was,
too, and Psalter had given more for it
than I had ever known him to give for a
vest before, because lie admired it so—
to think that it should be lost through my
own foolish carelessness, for of course I
knew that old peddler had it! I never
felt so distressed in all dq g life about such
LAPORTE, PA.., FRIDAY, JULY 12, 1889.
a thing. I would far rather have lost my
own velvet bonnet, or even my best
dress. I would willingly have had my
hair cut short off all the way round, like
a boy's, to have had it back again, and
I'm sure I couldn't say more than that.
Glad as I always am to hear Psalter's
step upon the sidewalk, I almost dreaded
to hear it that night, for I should have to
tell him all about it; and though I knew
he wouldn't scold, yet, dear me! I did
feel so ashamed of my stupidity.
The first thing Fanny did when she
heard father getting his latch-key into the
key-hole was to run, with her vase in her
hand, down to the entry to show her bar
gain to him, and, tripping over the rug,
down she came just as he opened the
door, smashing the china and cutting her
poor little lip terribly. There was an end
of the vase, and her lamentations over
her broken toy and cut lip were deafen
ing, and while trying to soothe her I for
got all about the peddler and vest both
for a little time. Peace was restored,
and I was just filling the teapot, when
Brother John arrived, looking exceed
ingly complacent, and carrying a parcel
under his arm, which he laid upon the
sofa.
"What is in that paper, Uncle John?"
said Fanny, inquisitive as usual, trying to
untie the cord which fastened the pack
age.
"That is my new vest, Fan," said
John, untying the string himself.
At the word "vest," my heart sank
like a lump of lead.
"Oh, dearl"l thought, "the time is
coming. I must tell now, very soon."
"It is just like yours, Psalter," said
John. "You know how I admired that.
Well, by a rare piece of good fortune, an
old fellow offered me just such a one this
morning, and I bought it. I don't be
lieve you could tell the two apart."
And he held up a vest so like Psalter's
that it seemed absolutely the same.
"The old fellow had a lovely shawl,
which he said was a wonderful bargain—
only $5! It is just the color of the one
you were so partial to, that was stained or
spotted, or something, so I thought I'd
bring it up to you."
He held it toward me; but when I took
it in my hand, good gracious! it was—
no, it couldn't be—yes, it absolutely was
—the very shawl I had given to the old
peddler man for Fanny's vase. The spots
were taken out and it had been brushed
and ironed, but it was the very same.
John did not notice my agitation, but
went on:
"I think my vest came to less than
yours did, Psalter. Let me see. I gave
him a $lO note, and he gave me this in
change. I hope it is good."
And John drew from his pocket a note
marked with red ink on the back.
"W T hy, Uncle John," cried Rosa, the
moment her eyes fell upon the bill,
"where did you find my money?"
"Your money, child?" cried John, as
tonished. "Your money?"
"Yes, uncle—my bad money that pa
gave me to play with. Don't you see the
red letters on the back—bad—that pa put
there?"
John turned the note over on the other
side.
"The child is right," he said. "What
docs all this mean?"
While he was looking at the note with
all his might I reached over and picked
up the vest, turned it on the wrong side,'
and there, sure enough, were Psalter's ini
tials, written in indelible ink by my own
hands that very morning.
"Of whom did you buy these things,
John?" I asked.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" said John.
"An old man who said he kept a large
clothing store, but being in poor circum
stances was obliged to peddle off the re
mainder of his stock himself."
"Had he a nose like our parrot's beak
and eyebrows that went up so?" said
Fanny, making two little right angles
with her forefingers over licr eyes; "be
cause if he had, it's our old clothes man,
and he got that bill off the hall table."
"Why—what—l can't make this out,"
said John, completely bewildered.
"What do you mean by 'our old clothes
man,' Fanny?"
"Why, a man came to the door with
pretty things in a basket," said Fanny,
"and ma gave him a shawi and an old
coat for my pretty vase that I broke just
now; and after he had gone we found
that he had stolen pa's vest and my bad
money, uncle."
"Yes, John,"! Putin, "and he must
have gone straight down town after he left
me and sold the articles to you, for that is
the only way in which I can account for the
fact of your having brought them up
again iust as I had made ur> mv mind that
I had bidden good-by to them forever."
John's astonishment beggared descrip
tion. He stood open-mouthed, rumpling
bis hair with both hands for more than
ten minutes; and then—but no matter
what he said. Suffice it to say that such
invectives of vengeance on the whole race
of old clothes speculators were never bo
fore uttered, and that those hurled on the
head of the particular one in question
I amounted to auathamas.
Every talo should have a moral,
and remember well the one affixed to
this, all ye housekeepers. "Never deal
with old-clo' men, for one peddler is o
match for fivo ordinary females."— Mary
Kyle Dallas.
Making Dirt Maps.
The British in upper Burmah have
found it necessary within the last two
years to send several columns of troops
against the uncivilized inhabitants in the
Burmese Shan States north :wd east ol
that country. These regions were almost
as little known as the lands within the
Antarctic circle, and it was therefore a
very difficult matter to move troops and
adequately arrange for their food supplies.
The officers in charge of these expeditions
tried to get all the information they could
of the country, of its mountains T rivers,
fords, roads and agricultural resources,
from the natives they met, but their suc
cess was very poor. They found that by
the time they had questioned the savages
a few minutes they were weary and out
of temper and refused to answer ques
tions. Finally a bright idea struck one
of the Englishmen. He invented a new
diversion for the natives and it worked
like a charm.
Every day when camp was pitched,
usually near some Shan caravansary, a
space of ground was spaded up, aud then
the people at the inn, traders and travel
ers, were invited to make a relief map in
the dirt of as much of the country as
they knew. Captain Dun, of the British
army, says the natives readily caught the
idea, and it was amusing to see the child
ish delight they took in making dirt maps
of the country. They piled up the
mountain ranges, excavated the valleys
and rivers,stuck little sticks in the ground
for forests, and indicated the regions that
were well cultivated. Of course such a
map would be almost valueless unless it
were made with some regard to proper
proportions. So they used sticks about
a foot long to represent a day's march,
and on this scale they rudely fashioned
their maps. Sometimes two or three
hours were spent in making the map, and
now and then rival cartographers would
each appropriate a piece of ground and
display his talents as a map-maker.
'I he information thus obtained was
very useful. The British officers were
nearly every day engaged in drawingcharts
based upon the dirt maps iu relief, and
■it was not often found that the native
information was so far out of the way as
to be valueless. It would be interesting
to see whether this plan would work in
Africa among the natives of whose geo
graphical inaccuracies the explorers are
constantly complaining. Stanley is the
latest aggrieved explorer, the natives
having told him on his recent march tc
Albert Uyan/.a of a great lake which lit
fondly hoped to reach until he became
convinced that it was wholly mythical.
Buried Treasure Unearthed.
The people at Friar's Point, Miss., are
much excited over the discovery of a hid
den treasure, and crowds were recently
out digging, as if the town was a gold
mine. One morning when the steamer
Belle Memphis arrived at the town, the
passengers saw a fisherman and his two
little sons "grubbing" in the loose loam
a hundred yards below the wharf boat.
Soon afterward the boys rushed up to
their father at the landing, and showed
him several ding}' pieces of metal that
they had found. The fisherman saw that
they were twenty-dollar gold pieces, and
ran to the place and began digging. The
passengers on the boat followed, and the
spot was soon alive with eager miners.
Pocket knives, parasols, and fingers were
the tools used, and they yielded a rich re
turn. The fisherman got about S6OO. A
lady passeuger secured .SSOO, and others
got smaller sums, the whole amount ag
gregating several thousand dollars, all in
twenty-dollar gold pieces bearing date oj
1855) and 1860.
The money was burie<s early during the
war by somebody unknown. Several
years ago a wealthy planter spent about
S3OOO on excavations on Montezuma Bar,
some distance above Friar's Point, to find
a treasure that was supposed to be buried
there. He failed in his attempt, but
managed to furnish another channel foi
the river at thai point.— l7ew Tort Timei.
Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months.
POPULAR SCIENCE.
Creosote is proposed as a fuel for tor
pedo boats.
Tests of China beets show them to ba
rich in sugar.
A new system of universal telegraphic
language is proposed.
Russian army officials are experiment
ing with speaking trumpets for giving
orders.
A Buffalo (N. Y.) physician says that
there are times when every man has sui
cidal tendencies.
A new agricultural machine distributes
manures and insecticides»and sows grain
by means of an air blast.
A balloon 600 or 700 yards above the
ground, is claimed to be perfectly safe
from small arm and artillery fire.
The deepest artesian well in Russia
opens with a depth of 2090 feet. The
■inking operations took two years.
The Mexican Government has com
missioned two eminent physicians to study
the cremation of the dead in Europe.
Edison has just patented a clock,
which, when it reaches 12 o'clock,
shouts out "dinner time," 1 o'clock,
etc.
It is stated that at New Orleans a dozen
samples of bleached paper of fine quality
produced from sugar cane are being ex
hibited.
There will shortly be a public test at
Anneston, Ala., of a shingle machine
which is guarantee. uOOO shingles
per hour.
American electricians are sending,
every week, large shipments of electrical
goods to European markets. American
electrical goods have the call.
The curving of the plates for protec
tive shields for quick firing-guns' crews
is said to weaken the fibre of the metal
sufficiently to diminish its resistance.
A copper mine, said to be the richest
in.the world, according to the customary
enthusiastic.report, has been developed
in Mexico, and promoters are hard at
work at it.
A consumptive sanatorium near Berlin
is to be a large cylindrical building in
which patients will be exposed to the al
leged therapeutic influence of exhalations
from cows.
The "nitrate" powdert. n lately to
have given more satisfaction than was
formerly the case; there is not now as
great liability to "pack," owing to
dampness of climate.
Some electrical companies are evapo
rating seventeen pounds of water by the
combustion of one pound of oil. The
average evaporation per pound of oil is
from six to nine pounds.
Dr. Nicolai, of Stuttgart, has recorded
a case in which a fistula opening in the
breast was connected with disease of the
left lower first molar. It closed in twelve
days after removal of the tooth.
One of the French railways is fitting
some of its carriages with movable foot
boards. When the train is in motion
the footboards will "hang down; as soon
as it stops they rise to a horizontal
position.
The Paris Academy of Science is re
ported excited over a plant called coloca
eia. This plant often exhibits a trem
bling or vibrating motion without any ap
parent cause, and as many as 100 or 120
vibrations have been observed in a single
minute.
A system of building houses entirely of
sheet iron has been communicated to the
Society of Architecture in Paris. The
walls, partitions, roofs and wainscoting
arc composed of double metalic sheets,
separated by an air mattress, which is
surrounded by different non-conductors of
heat.
The Age at Which to Wed.
M. Korosi, of the Hungarian Academy
of Sciences, has collected about 30,000
data, and has come to the following con
clusion : Mothers under twenty years of
age and fathers under twenty-four have
children more weakly than parents of
riper age. Their children are more sub
ject to pulmonary diseases. The healthi
est children are those whose fathers are
from twenty-five to forty years of age
and whose mothers are from twenty to
thirty years old. M. Korosi says, and
most medical men indorse this view, that
the best marriages are those in which
the husband is senior to the wife.—
Philadelphia Record.
Letters in the handwriting of Piggott,
the notorious Parnell forger, are now ad
vertised for sale at two guineas apiece.
NO. 40.
FUN.
The laborer 1b worthy of his excelsior.
Successful aeronauts are built from the
ground up.
The lady who never marries should be
named Ida Kline.
Even a small barber may be called a
strapping fellow.
Why are postago stamps like routed
soldiers? Because vou see their backs
when you lick 'em.— Si/tings.
Mother—"Johnny, your face is dirty."
Johnny—"Well, so is the earth's face,
and nobody makes a fuss about that, do
they?"
A young lady with a tall lover need
not feel insulted if she is nccused of hav
ing drawn the long beau.— Neio York
Herald.
Two men, with the best of feelings to
ward each other, are sure to come to
blows when they both have the influenza.
—Bazar.
Smith—"ls your friend Jones con
tracting any bad habits?" Brown—
"No; he is still expanding them."—
Omaha World.
"Did you divide your bonbons with
your little brother, Mollie?" "Yes,
mamma; I ate the candy and gave him
the mottoes. You know he is awfully
fond of reading."— Time.
A little fellow,whose fifth birthday is
at hand, heard the question asked of a
newcomer: "How old is that infant?"
His reply was: "She ain't old at all; she
has just begun."— Brunswick TeUgraj'h.
Hayti's War.
While war'ridden Hay ti is struggling for
peace the merchants here engaged iu com
merce with Haytian ports are figuring
losses and gains of the eight months' re
bellion. New York is a gainer by Hay
ti's losses from all accounts, since most of
the arms, ammunition and provisions have
been exported from here in exchange for
coffees, logwood, and other products of
the little island.
A merfihant who has had commercial
relations with both north and south Hayti
for years said of the situation recently:
"The rebellion is over by this time with
out doubt. Hippolyte will probably be
the next President, and I have reason to
believe he will make a good one, as Hay
tian Presidents go. Legitime with either
settle down in Cuba or he may come te
Now York. At all events, he will leave
Port a»i Prince, if he hasn't done so be
fore this.
"The cost of the war cannot be esti
mated exactly, but I am convinced thi.
the entire losses, including damages to
property, expenses of the army, arms,
provisions, everything, will not be far
from $6,000,000 or $7,000,000, and this
is putting it at a small figure. Fully two
thousand persons have been killed in one
way or another, and several of Hayti's
best men are gone. Take, for instance,
General Thelemaque, who was killed at
the beginning of the war, in the street
fights at Port au Prince. It's been a bad
war. Hayti won't recover for years from
the losses to her crops,and the Hayti cof
fee market is practically done for for the
present season. They have sold their log
wood, coffee and everything to buy arms,
uniforms and a lot of useless stuff that
won't be worth a cent to them now that
the trouble is over."
The downfall of Legitime means the re
call of Minister Stephen Preston, dean of
the Washington legation, and Hayti's
representative to the United States for
seventeen years. Minister Preston did ill
in his power to sustain Legitime and still
has faith that his cause may not be dead,
as reports and circumstances seem to in
dicate.—Neu> York Commercial Advertiser.
ii" i
Proclaiming His Disgrace.
The Siamese have a curious method
of punishing their police-constables
when found guilty of an offense. Not
very long ago one of these guardians of
the peace was seen standing near the
door of the police station with his hands
tied behind his back, and wearing on his
breast a board with the following notice:
"My name is Cuddy, and I have been
placed here by the order of Corporal Sin.
Last night I stole a sword belonging to
His Majesty, the King, and was taken in
the act by a guard at the moment when I
was carrying off the article under my arm.
To-day I repent that base action. The
inspector is very angry with me, and
says I deserve a punishment, my offense
being a serious one, as I belong to the
police. I entreat vhe passers-by to look
me in the face, and tell me sincerely if I
ought to be whipped. In my opinion my
crime is not a very serious one, because
everybody here does the same,"