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    SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W. M. CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. VII.
WHISTLE THEM AWAY.
Have you any petty cares, boys?
Whistle them away,
There's nothing cheers the spirit^
Like a merry roundelay.
No matter for the headaches, ;
'Neath silk or hodden-gray.
For the sake of those who love you.
Just whistle them away.
'Tis strange how soon friends gather
About a cheerful face;
That smiling eyes and lips count mora
Thau beauty, wealth, or grace;
But I have seen it tried, boys,
When trouble comes to stay,
The brave heart leaps to work, and strives
To whistle it away.
Then as you climb life's hill, boys,
Put music in your toil, !
Turn to your traitor trials,
A whistle for a foil;
Be steadfast in the right, boys,
Whate'er the world may say,
Temptations never conquer those
Who whistle them away!
—Mary A. Venison, in Youth's Companion
FEARLESSNESS.
BY ROSE H. LATHROP.
"Genevieve Chamberlain is too silent,"
remarked Hall Balkan. "When she
comes into the room I feel as if I wanted
to shake a secret out of her perfect
mouth; but, as she is very dainty and
very beautiful, I don't really do it."
The young woman who sat near him
as he spoke, painting fancy work, and
who could not quite compete with a great
beauty, thought that Balkan was show
ing off, being irritated by Genevieve's
apparent indifference and was trying to
console himself by grumbling at her, al
though he would have been very critical
of any one else who dared to do so. This
young woman, who could reflect intelli
gently, was, nevertheless, a perfect child
in guilelessness. She coald stand in
judgment over people, as a cliild does,
and cause no antagonism at any rate, in
a nature as generous as her own. She
was the sort of girl who would remain
sweet and naive as an old woman.
Nellie Peatherly looked round at Bal
kan, in a moment, and responded:
"Now, there is nothing mysterious
about me."'
"You? I should think not! You are
so fearless, straightforward and amus-
■tig."
"You have not quite illusion enough '
about me, I think," Nellie pouted over
her satin scarf, which was bursting into
flower and leaf. "You have made me
out just one of the ordinary, useful toss
me-aside kind of women, and, although
you are right, I do hate to hear the fact
repeated."
"I don't care what you think of your
self or how you construe my appreciation
of you," answered Balkan, saucily. "I
am perfectly content with enjoying your
traits and sitting where you paint."
Nellie went on busily, with a dozen
pretty attitudes and motions and a rather
dissatisfied expression of countenance.
Whether it was her work or her words
which annoyed her, Balkan was not sure.
"That's exquisite, and no mistake,"
he went on, peering over at the drawing
board on her knees, upon which the satin
was stretched.
"Oh, please don't say pretty things,"
Nellie cried, "Somehow, you seem in
sincere to-day!"
"I? My dear MissFeatherly, I should
not hesitate to tell the truth, rather than
prevaticate. To be quite honest, I would
tell you the truth about anything in the
world you could ask me; though with
others I might be as silent as Genevieve,
instead of confessing to actualities."
"If I ever want to ask you anything I
will remember this,"the young amateur
rejoined, with the nicest smiles into Bal
kan's earnest face.
Cecil Morton sauntered across the room,
during the little pause ensuing and said
that the day was too good for staying in
the house. Why not goto walk before
dinner? The young people, eight when
all told, were visiting some dear old
country gentlefolks to whom Nellie was
nearly related, and who had asked them
out of town for a week of sleighing, and
other winter fun, the snow being in bet
ter condition than for years past. That
evening they were togo sleighing by
moonlight and it was super-energetic for
Morton to talk of walking. But we all
know how these restless people of energy
or muscle rout us out of little lazy tetc-a
tetes and fireside luxury. Neither Nellie
nor Balkan wished to be stigmatized as
'oth to exercise and so they rushed out of
the parlor to find the others and get well
wrapped up against a coolish ramble;
while Cecil Morton smiled to himself in a
mirror to think of the commotion he could
effect at will.
Nellie and Genevieve paired off, in
tentionally, as the group left the hall
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 16, 1889.
door ten minutes later. Something agi
tated Nellie's beautiful friend, as the for
mer was able to discover through girlish
intimacy, which is a very deep thing in
deed. Genevieve's face looked calm and
pale as she said, in a low, rather tragic
voice, to the affectionate girl beside her:
"My heart is almost breaking. lam
so wretched, and so surprised. To think
of it! Never have I loved before, and
every one always on their knees to me.
And now, the very one who absorbs my
thought—cold, cold, cold!"
"Don't be silly, Gen. You're so fired
up at finding any one you can become ro
mantic over, that you are as blind as a
hickory nut, beside being dreadfully
awkward when he's around. Moreover,
Hall Balkan is perfectly splendid—so
handsome and so manly! I don't wonder
wonder you like him tremendously. And
the idea of his not coming under your
spell! As for me, I just know he thinks
you are irresistible. I know you are in
his mind"—
"You love me, and try to think me a
vanquisher of all hearts, no matter how
brave and free," murmured Genevieve.
"But my former conquests have not been
all-convincing, because Mr. Balkan is
really the only true, fine person of envia
ble position and means whom I ever met
in our set. There seem to be a thousand
foolish bachelors to one downright
hero!
"I think Hall is a fine fellow." Nellie
again admitted, softly, thrusting her lit
tle hand upon Genevieve's arm for a few
steps, and then stopping her arbitrarily,
and letting the others catch up with
them. "How far north we seem!" she
then exclaimed. "I am sure the Arctic
Sea is over that hill of pines by the
meadow. Ribbons of white cloud and
this exhilerating atmosphere make me
feel as if I were somebody else! Oh, we
are explorers. Is that a Polar bear or a
snow drift?" she concluded, pointing to
a white banked gate post by the cattle
lane.
Cecil Morton tried to shuffle the little
party in such a way that he would come
next to Genevieve; but she evaded him,
by sheer force of desperation. And, as
luck would have it, Hall Balkan came up
to her with his tine, hearty good cheer,
and asked her to walk with him as far as
a wide-spreading elm at a considerable
distance down the high road; and Nellie
Featherly heard him say it. A damask
flush all over Genevieve's face made
Balkan glance round to see if the sunset
had begun yet; but the West was as gray
as a flag-stone. Genevieve was willing,
and they started off at a huge pace,
which the rest tried to imitate; but not
too well, as every one of the girls
thought that Balkan wanted.to propose
to his companion, and determined to let
him have a chance.
At last the two figures in advance
stopped under the delicate tracery of the
great, bare elm-tree, and seemed to be
talking earnestly. Then a cry went up
from Nellie Featherly, for Genevieve had
sunk to the ground, evidently in a faint,
and Belkan kneeled at her side.
"The walk was too rapid for her," ex
claimed Nellie, off-hand. "Oh, Mr.
Morton, why must you always be asking
us togo for constitutionals; they'll be
the death of us!'' And Nellie, whom no
one had ever seen really provoked before,
gave him a cross glance; and then went
on a run, accompanied by the reproved
Morton, toward her friend, while
the others followed more or less ar
dently.
As faithful Nellie ran, she discerned a
strange, black cloud rolling toward them
all, down the snowy road. Soon the
motion of two prancing boraes became
apparent; and as Nellie reached Gene
vieve's prostrate form, in the middle of
the road, over which Balkan was bend
ing in absorbed dismay, the plucky girl
realized that a runaway team was in full
swing at a few yards' distance, and quite
unobserved by any one but herself and
Cecil Morton, who shouted to Nellie to
have a care and jump aside.
But this Nellie never thought of do
ing. On she ran, beyond Genevieve,
whose danger was so imminent—and
what could she do to avert the danger?
In her muff was a ball of snow, which
had been reduced by careful manipula
tion (under Morton's instructions) to an
icy consistency; capable, as her teacher
had explained, of killing anybody, if
rightly aimed. It is by no means easy to
swerve the direction of a maddened
horse. But one of these was running
away because the other wanted to, and
he yet retained some common-sense. At
any rate, Nellie drew forth her icy ball
in a twinkling, and hurled it, by good
lock, at the saner horse (for they were
now close at hand) with such sphmdid
vigor and true aim that it hit him furi
ously on the nose. He pl'xnged aside,
slipped on the hard crust of the old snow
beside the road, and keeled owr, carry
ing his rampant mate with him into the
ditch. They were a powerful team be
longing to Nellie's uncle, and were drag
ging an empty wood-sledgi'. Their
driver was hallooing in the distance, as
he ran wearily along.
Nellie pondered a moment over the
success of her defense and gazed at the
quivering limbs of the foe, and then
turned back to Genevieve, panting. The
girls were on the bank at the other side
of the road.
Meantime, Balkan had but just looked
up, realized the peril and caught < Jene
vieve in his arms, while Morton threw
his weight wildly upon the young 'man's
struggling shoulders. It is always in
some such way that a person weak in
emergencies assists the real actors.
So swiftly do runaway horses proceed
that it only seemed an instant since Gen
evieve had fainted.
Now all the girls swooped down from
their perch helpfully, and surrounded
their pale friend, whose swoon was so
much in earnest that she had not stirred
an eyelash. Nellie seized Balkan's lif.nd
and told him she must speak with him
instantly.
"Did you offer yourself?" she severely
demanded, when she had led him, per
emptorily, out of hearing oi the oth«rs.
"No," he gasped, gazing blankly, as a
man does who is confronted with more
Greek than he is prepared for.
"Didn't you propose?" exclaimed Nel
lie, in the same indignant tone, which
showed Balkan that he was a criminal,
whichever way he pleaded.
"Do explain!" he quavered, gently.
But Nellie was off to Genevieve with
impertinent haste, kneeling down at her
side, calling for soft snow from under a
drift and nibbing the beauty's temples
and lips with it, while she explained to
Morton how to get Genevieve's hands
warm ; much to his satisfaction, for sho
did not object to his covering them with
kisses.
The teamster came up, and Nellie
found time to scold him for his stupidity.
"I know you by sight, Jim," she said.
"But that shan't save you. Go you shall
from my uncle's service!"
"But, Miss!"
"No 'buts'! You might have killed a
dozen people, you goose!"
"As true as I live, Miss, I've always
heard as how horses will run in winter,
when the moon is near the full, ns
its been proved this day! So crisp-like
everywhere, Miss, what can you expect
of them."
"Swear you'll never leave your horses
without tying them tight," commanded
Nellie, haughtily.
"Faith I'll swear whin I'm out of your
prisince, Miss!" Jim humbly answered.
The horses were unhitched from the
sledge, and the young people undertook
to drag Genevieve home, which the stout
poles at the sides of the conveyance as
sisted them to accomplish, as the girls
could take hold of them and propel,
while the young men dragged the cum
brous concern. The fair invalid was pil
lowed ou muffs and covered with new
markets, and was pleased to revive nicely.
It was first sunset and then deep dusk
when the catafalque slowly reached
home.
It may be supposed that dinner was a
little late that evening.
Nellie came into the parlor before the
others, looking lovely, in still another
of her Worth dresses, and Balkan was
waiting for her, ready to pounce.
Nellie's eyes, which looked unusually
big and bright, because she had been cry
ing all to herself, filled again with tears.
She edged away into the anteroom, and
he followed.
"I meant," she replied, soto voce,
"that when you love her, and when she
loves you, and when you come out into
the 'backwoods' and have plenty of op
portunities, and when we are all looking
on from a respectful distance, it is per
fectly stupid of you not to offer yourself
to Genevieve, anil I should have fainted
and died both if I had been in her
place! She showed great self-control not
to have died. You had no business to
stipulate the tree, anyhow, for of course
she would expect everything to be set
tled before she got there. Oh! of course
you think rae outrageous to meddle with
you and talk right out as if I were a
novel, without respect of persons and
open secrets; but I'm nobody in particu
lar, and I will love Genevieve and put my
finger into her affairs if 1 liko to! And
I'll just add this: that I'm troing to ar-
range to have you both driven by the
coachman to-night in the big sleigh,
while we are apportioned off to little cut
ters. The driver's seat is way up."
"But, my dear Miss Featherby—"Nel
lie "
"Now, don't be disrespectful. Of
course I can only ask for an outward show
of respect after telling you to offer your
self to my dearest friend, whom we all
know (goose) you are hoping to win; but
that show of courtesy I stipulate for."
"But how can I ask Miss Chamberlain
in marriage if I love you?" Balkan
squeezed in, desperately.
Nellie sat down on the arm of a chair
and looked up at him aghast, blushing
and appealing.
"Oh, you can't be in love with me!"
she panted.
"I wish you would not be so scornful,"
he answered. "You ought to have known
it. Months ago, I was crazy about
Genevieve, like the rest; but only for a
week, for then I met you. A man don't
sit staring all day at a girl unless he dotes
on her! While I stare at you, your utter
indifference to me is something appalling;
but I had hoped to win you in the end.
Then you take me by the the throat,yank
me in front of somebody else, with
orders, martial in their haste, and now
cast me into a perfect sea of premature
ness; for, of course, you'll spurn my all
unlieralded revelation. But I'm as
obstinate as you arc, and love you I will,
by Jove!" Balkan sat down on another
ehair-arm, and being trim as a marble
statue for dinner, and not having time to
brush his hair again if he tore it a little,
thrust his thumbs in his pockets and
glared at the tire.
A faint rustle of heavy silk at his
elbow made him feel exultant.
"If she consents to it, you might pro
pose to me. then, in the Russian sleigh!"
He turned, and the little creature's
superb eyes met his. He caught her
hands, and studied her face with blissful
care.
"I thought I was of no great account,"
she murmured, all of a tremble; and was
suddenly kisetod in « way that made her
feel that for the future she had some one
to guard her against all harm, and give
her all the happiness she could wish for.
The Independent.
Live 'Skeeters From Mexico.
Everybody around the rotunda of the
Custom House when they heard Edward
H. Kreemer, the veteran animal broker,
say that he had just entered a big lot of
live mosquitoes thought he was either ro
mancing or was losing some of the quick
sense which enables him instantly to tell
a Yorkshire from a Dandie Dinmont ter
rier. Eddie went onto say in the presence
of the credulous-minded brokers and
clerks that four packages of the pestiferous
insects had arrived on the steamship
Alansa from Vera Cruz. Two of the pack
ages contained live mosquitoes and two
dead mosquitoes baked in the form of
cakes. They came from Mexico, of which
country they are natives. Eddie de
scribed the pests to be as long as his
hand, or many times the size of their
famous Eastern cousins.
"What are they for, Eddie?" he was
asked.
"To feed soft billed birds, such asrob
bins and others." The broker said that
he paid duty on the live skeeters at the
rate of twenty per cent., and that the in
sects were consigned to Reiche Brothers,
of Park Row. "The duties," he added,
"amounted to $21."
One of the Reiche Brothers said that
the firm was expecting a shipment of
mosquitoes from Mexico, but that they
were dead ones. If any of the lot get
here alive they must have been restored
to life on the passage. They are caught
in nets in Mexico and dried. They are
fed to trushes, nightingales, mocking
birds, and other soft billed birds.— New
York Sun.
The Apathetic Dominicans.
The people of San Domingo generally
are apathetic, and as a rule lazy; very
honest, and, as with all people who take
the world as it comes, good natured;
very respectful to foreigners, and, 'is a
matter of fact, one could go about with
greater safety among these simple people
than in this great metropolis. When
first you land in a Dominican town the
appearance of its lower order of citizens
is not very assuring, as they are armed to
the teeth, carrying generally a pistol and
a most murderous looking weapon called
a "machete." I had occasion to learn
that they were very handy with this latter.
In traveling through the country in un
frequented places these knives coiue into
great requisition, and in cutting down
; undergrowth, small branches of trees,
'etc., they are very u>eful.—A'«tc York
Star,
Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months.
A Duck Farm.
Not far from Boston, in the town of
Easton, Mass., is situated the largest
duck farm in the -world. For years past
the business of raising ducks for market
has been carried on upon an enormous
scale in this neighborhood. The biggest
establishment devoted to the industry
used to be found along the shore, it be
ing supposed formerly that the web
footed birds could not possibly thrive
without plenty of water to swim in. Be
sides, the ocean was a most convenient
source of food-supply in the shape of fish,
which were caught in huge quantities
with seine and net for quacking stock.
The trouble with this method of feeding,
however, was that the flesh acquired an
undesirable fishy flavor, calculated to di
minish its selling value. Then, too, it
was discovered at length that ducklings
could be raised and make to thrive with
out any water facilities at all—in short,
that natatory exercise was merely a lux
ury for them and not a necessity by any
means. And it is on this theory that the
gignantic duck-farm at Easton is con
ducted.
Everything appertaining to the rearing
of the ducklings is performed artificially,
for this business is one in which art out
does nature altogether. Even in old
old times the device was resorted to of
employing the maternal offices of the hen
for hatching out the duck eggs and bring
ing up the broods. But now the moth
erly barn-yard fowl has been superseded
by the iucubator, which turns out the
fuzzy little yellow creatures by thou
sands, ready to nestle under an imitation
mamma with steam-pipe vitals and gorge
themselves to adult fatness on especially
prepared soft food. The duck thus
brought by patent methods to marketable
size is sure to be tender, juicy and most
delicate of flavor. At forty to fifty cents
a pound it pays the producer admirably.
Most breeders says that the "Pekin"
duck, a bird of Chinese origin, is the
most desirable for all purposes. It is
hardy, matures early, and weighs from
fourteen to twenty pounds to the pair.—
Washington Star.
Science of Sciences and Art of Arts.
Agriculture is the art of all arts, the
science of all sciences, the life of all life;
and when agriculture is languishing and
dying all other industries and professions
and avocations must of necessity decline,
in time, in the same ratio, for all are de
pendent upon agriculture for life and
lubsistence. Statistics prove (and figures
are cited) that our agriculture is on the
decline and that while other industries
and vocations bring prosperity, the
farmer grows poorer year by year. Our
soil is rich, our crops are large, and yet
the farmer's financial status does not im
prove but grows daily and yearly from
bad to worse. The situation demands
most careful, prayerful thought.
A tremendous responsibility rests upon
parents in the education of their children.
It is the duty of every parent to so edu
cate the child that said child when of
mature age may possess such education
and training in some profession, trade or
avocation as to tit him for making an
honest living.
Colonel Polk spoke of the value of
agricultural schools and how they had
increased in Germany and France and
England and other countries, and what
fostering care the Governnments of these
countries bestowed upon them—fully re
alizing the necessity of such agricultural
education aud skill as affecting the wel
fare and prosperity of each individual
country. He said there were 184 agri
cultural schools in Germany and hun
dreds in England. He spoke of the grand
work accomplished by Gilbert and
Lawes of England in scientific agri
cultural experiments, and how Great
Britain and the civilized world at large
are beginning to more fully and com
pletely appreciate the grand work per
formed by these men. The progress
made in agricultural science has been far
greater within the present century than
for centuries.— Picayune.
Owner of Many Bibles.
The owner of the largest private col
lection of Bibles in this country is proba
bly Mr. Wm. D. Garrison, the President
I of New York State Hotel Association aud
proprietor of the Grand Union Hotel of
this city. Mr. Garrison has not less than
400 different editions of the sacred book.
When a young mau, he had 11 mind to
become an Episcopalian minister, and
studied with this aim in view for two
years. But he then found that it would
be difficult for him to preach on many
points of doctrine with which lie could
not fully agree, and devoted his life to (
business.— Netc York Sun.
NO. 45.
FUN.
Strange to say, the only way to kill a
Iftw is not to execute it.
Nations move by cycles, says Emerson.
Boys move bicycles, too.
"Can I help your heartache?" "Yes,
tf you'll my heart take."
A man runs and gets warm. Butter
jets warm and runs.— Statesman.
No matter how industrious the baker
may be, he is at best a loafer.— Merchant
Traveler.
In Tennyson's "rosebud garden of
girls," it is supposed there were no
"widow's weeds."
It was a barber who remarked that it
took everything he could "rake and
scrape" to make him a living.
If some men were half as big as they
think they are, the world would have to
be enlarged.— Merchant Traveler.
The Indian squaws of the past were
very romantic. They always took their
bows about with them.— Statesman.
Tompkins—"What has become of
Dimly,who went around lecturing on 'The
rich should divide their wealth among
the poor?'" Johnson —"Oh, he in
herited §50,000 from an uncle, and has
gone to New York to enjoy it."— Light.
Not a Mutual Benefit.—Emeline—
"Alfred, I am very fond of you, but I
doubt if I love you enough to be your
wife." Alfred—"Emeline, give me, oh,
give me, the benefit of the doubt!"
Emeline—"l will, Alfred. Henceforth,
all is over between us."
An lowa man told a love-sick girl
that he would marry her if she would
commit to memory the whole of Web
; ster's dictionary. He didn't suppose
she could do it, and now he will have
to take the consequences for the rest of
his life.— Burlington Free Press.
Recipes to Overcome Wakefulness.
Among the many recipes that have
been given for overcoming wakefulness
is one devised by a Mr. Gardner, and
formerly celebrated In England, but now
almost forgotten. It is to lie on the
right side, with the head so placed on
the pillow that the neck shall be
straight; keeping the lips closed tightly,
a rather full inspiration is to be taken
through the nostrils, and the lungs then
left to their own action. The person
now imagines that he sees the breath
streaming in and out of his nostrils, and
confines his attention to this idea. If
properly carried out, this method is said
to be infallible. Counting and repeat
ing poetry are other means that have 1. len
recommended. Combing the hair,
brushing the forehead with a soft shav
ing-brush, or fanning, are all good sleep
inducers, and might well be tried on
sleepless children.
To these may be added the Spanish
practice of getting a baby off to sleep by
rubbing its back with the hand. A sen
sation of dry, burning heat in the soles
and palms, which accompanies certain
diseases in some people, is a cause of
sleeplessness that will give way to spong
ing the parts with vinegar and water.
Wakefulness is sometimes the result of
lack of food, and a glass of cold water or
pale ale, or the eating of a sandwich,
will, by setting up activity in the abdom
inal organs, divert the superabundant
blood from the head, thus removing the
cause of the unnatural activity of the
brain. One reason why the most gifted
of minds have frequently been afflicted
l>y sleeplessness is because bodily exercise
is too often neglected by people devoted
to intellectual pursuits. For such per
sons there is no better soporific than mus
cular exertiou, carried even, in extreme
cases, to a sense of fatigue.— Once A
Week.
The Indians and the Earthquake.
The Indians hereabout are very badly
frightened over the recent shakeups, and
fear that this portion of California will be
engulfed. There is an old Indian in
Willow Creek valley, who has seen the
snows of ninety odd winters, and who
declares that he can remember when a
uountain near Frank Fleury's place on
Willow Creek sHnk and water surged up,
covering the whole country, and that the
water again subsided and the mountain
rose once more. There is a tradition
among the Indians here that such a thing
has occurred many times, but this old
fellow declares that he can remember
such an occurrence. We are in the very
midst of a volcanic region, in fact this
portion of the country is of volcanic
origin, and the frequent anil severe
shocks certainly indicate a renewed ac
tivity somewhere.— Sutanville (Oal.) Ad
tocate. .. .