SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN,
W. M. CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. VII.
SLEEP.
Thou Ijost of all, God's choicest blessing,
Sleep;
Better than Earth can afford —wealth,
power, fame:
They change, decay; thou always art the
same;
Through all the years thy freshness thou
dost keep;
Over all lands thine oven pinions sweep.
The sick, the worn, the blind, the lone, th
lame,
Hearing thy tranquil footsteps, bless thy
name;
Anguish is soothed, sorrow forgets to weep.
Thou ope'st the captive's cell and bid'st him
roam;
Thou giv'st the hunted refuge, fre'st the
slave,
Show'stthe outcast pity, call'st the exile
home;
Beggar and king thine equal blessings reap.
We for our loved ones wealth, joy, honors
crave;
But God, He giveth His beloved—sleop.
—Thomas Nelson Page, in the Century.
A WILD GOOSE CHASE.
Mrs. Jeannette Borroughs, for many
years a client of the law-firm of Ilibden
& Holden, in whose office I was under
clerk, was at last dead; and by a will
had left the greater part of her comfort
able little property to a certain Miss Em
ma Brookes, who had for five years lived
with her as companion.
Mr. Holden was appointed executor of
the will, in which capacity it became
necessary that he should immediately
communicate with Miss Brookes; but
here an unexpected difficulty presented.
Everybody knew that the young lady
had left Mrs. Royal some six months
since to take charge of her father, who
had become blind and paralyzed; but be
yond the fact that she was in New York,
nothing was known of her address. Ad
vertisements were inserted in the papers;
but, as after two weeks no answer was
received, Mr. Iloldcn began to think of
employing a detective to hunt out the
missing legatee.
It was just at this moment that Mrs.
Royal's late cook suddenly remembered
that shortly after she herself came into
the old lady's service, Miss Brookes had
visited a relative in Greenville, whom she
called "Cousiu Mary Dixon."
Here was at last a clue, and Mr. Hol
den straightway directed me to proceed
to Greenville, and there hunt up Mrs. or
Miss Mary Dixon, and through her ascer
tain the whereabouts of Miss Emma
Brookes.
As Greenville, though a considerable
town, could not boast of a directory, I
had no other alternative but to canvas
the place as it were; and thus, after a
day's arduous work, learned from a cler
gyman that a member of his congrega
tion bore the name of Dixon, and also,
he thought, the Christian name of Mary.
She was a widow, and resided on Or
chard street. He did not remember the
number, but the street being a short one
I could easily find her.
This indeed I did, for the first person
of whom I inquired on the street in ques
tion a small boy—not only pointed out
to me the house in which he said Mrs.
Mary Dixion resided, but volunteered to
arouse the inmates, which he did by a
vigorous pounding on the door, until I
bought him off with the present of a
nickel.
In answer to the summons, a neat wo
man presented herself with a broom in
her hand, which she quietly dropped at
sight of me.
I apologized, explaining that th# per
formance on the door had not been mine,
and inquired if Mrs. Mary Dixon lived
there.
Yes, she lives here, ' the woman re
plied. "She owns the house and I and
my son rent part of it from her. Do you
want to see her particular?"
'I wish to see her on a little business
matter."
' 'What sort of business!"
"A little private matter, which I will
explain to Mrs. Dixon herself."
"Oh, there's no call to be so particular.
I asked merely because she ain't at home,
and I thought I could explain when she
comes back. She'sgone to Middlcton to
help nurse her sister's children, that's
down with the measles."
I was vexed to find myself thus balked
just as my search seemed crowned with
success. But there was no alternative
mve to follow Mrs. Dixon to Middleton
—a journey of two hours by rail—and I
accordingly inquired her address in that
town.
"Well, I don't know the number; it's
at Mr. John Smith's she's staying. Some
where on Cherry Street— Or, stay! it
may be Peach, I dare say my son's wife
knows."
Then lifting her voice, she called:
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 23, 1889.
"Mariarl"
There was no answer, but from the
kitchen came the strong odor of baking
bread, and the woman hurried off, ex
claiming;
"Jest wait a minute and I'll send Tom's
wife."
In a minute, accordingly, there came
quietly along the passage a tall,' ladylike
young woman, with a pretty child in her
arms."
She was neatly and tastfully dressed,
and struck me at once as being of an
order quite superior to that of her
mother-in-law.
Glancing at her from head to foot as
she advanced, I noted her handsome,
pleasant face and intelligent look, and in
my own mind set down Tom as a fortun
nate individual.
I took down the address as she gave it
to me aud the next day was in Middle
ton, where I experienced no difficulty in
finding Mrs. Dixon, though the finding of
her relative, Miss Emma Brookes, seemed
nearly as remote as ever.
Mrs. Dixon gave me an account of the
j family,and described Mr. George Brookes
as "a gentleman-born, and one of those
clever men who could do everything ex
cept work and support his family."
His wife had done the last,until,broken
I down in health, she died, and one
| daughter had married and gone to Ne
j braska, and the other, Emma, answered
I an advertisement for a companion.
She was a liue, self-reliant girl, Emma
was, and Mrs. Royal had been very fond
of her; and for her part she wasn't sur
prised to learn that the old lady had left
; her a legacy, for she had surely deserved
| it by her kindness and attention,
i But where to find Emma she did not
! know, except that she was somewhere in
I New York, where her father always re
; sided. He had been a daily newspaper
reporter and in the habit of frequenting
the public libraries, to some of which she
had heard Emma remark, he was a sub
scriber.
Beyond this Mrs. Dixon could really
give no inforinatron; and with this slen
der clue I proceeded to New York.
My inquiry at the office of the news
paper met with no success. They re
membered Mr. George E. Brookes, but
knew nothing of his present place of
abode, except that one of the staff of re
porters was positive that he had removed
to the country for the benefit of his
health.
This was discouraging,but I proceeded
to inquire among the libraries and here
was more successful. On the list of sub
scribers to the Mercantile, was the name,
"George E. Brooks, No. 8 India street,
Green Point, Long Island," with a date
of some six months previous.
In less than an hour I presented my
self at the door of the designated house,
which I found to be a plain, but respect
able boarding-house kept by a widow
by the name of Miles. My first inquiry
was;
"Does Mr. George E. Brookes live
here?"
Mrs. Miles surveyed me solemnly from
above her spectacles, and replied slowly:
"He did live here, young man."
"Then he has removed?"
"Yes, he has been removed to a better
home."
"Will you be kind enough, madam, to
give me his present address?"
She stared at me stonily, and appre
hending that she had not understood my
inquiry, I repeated it:
"Where can I find Mr. Brookes at
present?"
"He is where I trust you will some day
find him—in heaven!"
With some difficulty I obtained from
her the information that her lodger had
died some three weeks previous; that he
had been kindly cared for by bis daugh
ter and a beneficial society of which he
was a member; and that after the funeral
the young lady had left the house, as she
said, to return to the friends with whom
she had lived before joining her father.
She had mentioned the name of the town ;
but it had entirely escaped the landlady's
memory in the trouble and worry of get
ting the two vacated rooms ready for new
occupants. And thus again had Miss
Emma Brookes, will-o'-the wisp-like, es
caped my grasp just as she appeared ac
tually in my reach.
After transacting some business, I next
day took the ears for home, in the hope
that Miss Brookes, ignorant of Mrs.
Royal's death, might have returned to
her house, and* there learned of what so
nearly interested her.
On taking my seat in the car. the first
person whom I recognized was the young
j lady whom I knew only as "Tom's wife,"
| but this time unaccompanied by the baby.
I saw that she recognized me; and some
slight attention in regard to the window
sash led us into conversation.
She replied to my inquiry that Mrs.
Dixon had not returned home when she
left there on Tuesday, but she expected
to find her arrived, her sister's children
being now so much better.
She said this so sweetly, and was such
a pleasant, ladylike young woman, that
I essayed to make myself agreeable by
sapiently remarking upon the prevalence
of measles and whooping-cough, and
hoping that her little one had escaped the
epidemic.
At this she gave me a quick, inquir
ing glance and blushed.
"I mean the little fellow that you had
in your arms when I saw you. I sup
posed it was yours, as the lady called you
her son's wife."
A swift, laughing glance lighted her
face.
"That was a mistake. Mrs. Landon's
daughter-in-law had just stepped out
and left the little boy with me."
It was now my turn to feel embar
rassed, though this was almost swallowed
up in an unaccountable sense of satis
faction at finding that my companion was
not "Tom's wife."
"Pray excuse my absurd mistake!" I
said. "It was only because Mrs. Lan
don told me that she would send her
son's wife, and you came."
She laughed, and we chatted on quite
pleasantly, until at Greenville she left
the cars.
It was not strange that I shoultl on the
following day have suggested to Mr.
Holden the advisability of my going to
Greenville to inquire again of Mrs. Dixon
in regard to Miss Brookes, of whom she
might have received information since
my first interview with her.
It was little more than an hour's ride,
and a pleasant excursion for a summer's
evening.
On ringing at the door of Mrs. Dixon's
house it was, to my gratification, opened
by my fair traveling companion of the
day previous, and I was sure that she
blushed at the—to her—unexpected
meeting.
Mrs. Dixon had not yet returned, she
said, though they were expecting her by
the next train, which would be due in
fifteen minutes, if I did not object to
waiting.
Then she showed me into the parlor;
and fearing that she was about to leave
me there, I essayed to detain her by en
tering into a business talk.
"My business with Mrs. Dixon is of
rather a peculiar nature," I remarked.
"She has a relative—a .Miss Emma
Brookes—whose whereabouts we are very
anxious to discover."
She looked up with an expression of
surprise.
"Emma Brookes?" she said, doubt
fully.
"Yes; who lived for some years with
Mrs. Royal. May I inquire whether you
know the lady?"
"I ought to know her," she replied,
quite gravely. "I am Emma Brookes."
She was not more. surprised than my
self. What a stupid idiot I had been!
If I had only when I first saw her put the
inquiry which I had just spoken, how
easily the matter would have been set
tled!
But instead I had been racing about
the country in search of Emma Brookes,
and even traveled in company with her,
and never found means to ascertain her
identity.
I had to explain to her now about Mrs.
Royal's death and bequest to herself.
She had heard of her friend's death,
she said, a day or two before that of her
father, and in consequence, instead of
returning to her former home, had gone
to Mrs. Dixon's house, only to find that
lady absent. There she had awaited her
return, only running up once to New
York on some business.
Thus ended my amateur detective
work. When I returned I informed Mr.
Holden that I had at length found Miss
Emma Brookes.
He actually complimented me, and
hinted at promotion to the second clerk's
desk.
I returned to Greenville next day.and
brought down Miss Brookes to our office,
and after that all was, as regarded my own
interests, pretty easy sailing.
I had no difficulty in convincing my
darling of my disinterestedness, for, as she
has confessed since our marriage, she
knew that I fell in love with her that day
on the cars, before I had an idea that she
was Miss Emma Brookes and Mrs. Roy
al's legatee.— Saturday Night.
The first bootblack probably came from
the ulains of Sbinar.
CURIOUS FACTS.
Russia has fixed doctors' charges.
The average of human life in Rome,
under Ciesar, was eighteen years. Now
it is forty.
A colored man at Albany, Ga., has
served no less than twenty-one terms in
jail for fighting.
A Pennsylvania baker committed sui
cide because his bread was bad three
times in succession.
William Lincoln, who lives near Graf
ton, W. Va., has a cat that plays with
rats but is death to snakes.
On a dead pull, being putin harness,
one of Barnum's elephants lately drew a
load weighing over four tons.
Hereafter dogs in England will not
have their ears cut. If they do they will
not be admitted to any dog show.
The Constitution of South Dakota con
tains 22,000 words. The Constitution
of the United States contains 6000.
It is estimated that the progeny of
a single pair of English sparrows for ten
years will be 27">,616,983,698 birds.
An advertisement in a London paper
offers "to pay a fair price for second
hand tooth brushes and cast-off old
teeth."
The Oriental gifts sent by the Sultan
of Morocco to Kaiser William the Second,
turn out to liavo been manufactured in
Germany.
A quarry of paving stone in which the
slabs are streaked with red, white and
blue, has been discovered near Mes
hoppen, Wyoming County, Penn.
The farmers and shepherds of the Eng
lish moors declare that more grouse are
killed annually in England by the tele
graph wires than by all the sportsmen.
Jose de la Rosa, an old painter at San
Diego, Cal., is 100 years old. He was
sent by General Santa Anna to Monterey
to start a paper in 1833. He still has a
wonderful memory and the control of all
his faculties.
Cambric, the term applied to the finest
and thinnest of linen fabrics, takes its
name from Cambria, a town in France
where such goods were first made. Cam
bric is a pure linen. There are, of course,
imitation cambrics made of fine muslin,
such as Scotch cambrics.
An inscription dated the year 670 after
the founding of Rome has been discovered
at Capua. It contains decrees of the
elders of villages in the neighborhood
and will be of value in studying the pro
vincial government under Home of that
ancient seat of Greek colonists.
The manager of a dime circus recently
showing in Camden, N. J., gave admis
sion tickets for cats, which he fed to the
few sc- wny beasts he carries. Small boys
went c hunts for cats, and many [jets
disappc ed, till the Society for the Pre
vention of Cruelty to Animals put a stop
to the game.
When Charles Darwin, the naturalist,
after a five years' absence on his voyage
in the Beagle, walked into the lane lead
ing to his garden, his huge English
mastiff spied him at a long distance, and,
barking loudly, ran up to him. Mr.
Darwin, in after years, often said that
this was as sweet a welcome home as he
had ever received.
The Shah Loves Cucumbers.
If the Shah of Persia was as thin
skinned a person as his representative at
Washington he would not have remained
loug in the British realm, for the Pall
Mall Gazette prints a series of anecdotes
concerning him of whicL the following is
a specimen: "Something is known in
England of the Shah's conduct at table.
Here is a story bearing on this point: On
one occasion the Shah had dinner at the
house of his Grand Chamberlain, and a
huge dish was placed before him bearing
a pile of cucumbers (of which the Per
sians are passionately fond), almost worth
their weight in gold. The Shah said
never a word, but began to put himself
outside of as many of these cholera-pro
vokers as he could safely do. He had
buried a couple of dozen of them and the
host and his more prominent guests be
gan to indulge the hope that their turn
would soon come, when His Majesty
quietly and solemnly stowed the remain
der away in his bosom and pantaloons,
and left the table literally loaded."
Filled the Bill.
Flashman (about to invest in some
summer ties) —"Show me something
handsome, delicate and reasonable."
Saleslady—"What's the matter with
me?"— Town Topic.*.
The art of letter-writing is now in its
decline. .
Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months.
Indiana's Siamese Twins.
One of the most wonderful freaks of
nature ever known in this part of the
country is now causing a good deal oi
talk in Rokomo aud adjoining counties.
Twelve miles southeast of Kokonio, Mrs.
Henry Jones had bom to her twins, in
separably connected at the hips and lower
abdomen. The two trunks are joined
together at the base, with a head at each
end, and the lower limbs protrude from
each side of the body, where the trunks
are connected at the hips. No vital
organs are connected, except the spinal
column, which is continuous from one
end to the other. Each breathes and
pulsates quite independent of the other,
and both are perfectly formed and have
free use of their limbs. Along the abdo
men there is no line or mark to show
where one begins and the other ends, ex
cept one umbilical cord, which served
for both. The infants arc very plump,
well developed, and apparently as hearty
as any children of their ages. Both nurse
from the mother and bottle with regular
movements. Both are females. Their
joint weight is twelve pounds, and they
measure,from crown to crown,twenty-four
inches. The lower limbs are of normal
size. They have bright, sparkling blue
eyes, and are not in the least peevish,
and when not nursing or asleep, content
themselves sucking their thumbs.
Thousands of people are flocking to
see the infants, the medical fraternity be
ing well represented. The mother is
getting along nicely. The father is
twenty-four years of age, the mother but
eighteen, and the present is the second
birth in the family. The mother is a
spare built woman, weighing but ninety
pounds. All the* physicians who have
made an examination express the belief
that the children may live, and think the
indications entirely favorable.—lndian
\ ujiolis Journal.
Arsenic Conceals Suicide.
"If a man wishes to commit suicide,
and desires that his friends have no
knowledge of it, let him take arsenic, lit
tle by little, gradually increasing the
doses," said a physician, yesterday.
"There is absolutely no way of knowing
that death did not ensue from some na
tural cause. For instance, the symptoms
of cholera morbus arc very similar to those
of arsenical poison. The victim becomes
bloated in either case. His skin also of
ten changes color from cholera morbus,
as well as from poisoning by arsenic.
There are many instances where death
from arsenical poisoning has been assigned
to cholera morbus. In the Abbot-West
murder, it was sometime before the fact
was established that the victim had died
from violent means, instead of from
cholera morbus, as the physician who
made out the certificate stubbornly in
sisted. Had the parties been well known
in the city, it is very probable that no in
vestigation would have been made on ac
count of the physician's positive state
ments. The victim was systematically
dosed with arsenic, the first dose being
perfectly harmless, but as it was repeated
day after day, aud the size of the doze
increased, the system soon became im
pregnated with the deadly drug, and
death eventually resulted."— St. Louh
Star-Sayings.
A Fly-Catching Mouse.
A crowd of about fifty persons col
lected in Westchester, Penn., to look at
the successful operations of a fly trap in
one of the office windows. It was an
animated one, and consisted of a live
mouse, which impelled rather by hunger
than enmity toward the familiar insect,
bravely faced the curious populace in
order to secure its supper. The little
animal was most active in its operations,
jumping up and down to all parts of the
window, and securing a prize every time.
It is impossible to estimate the number of
flies caught, but so successful was the
work of the mouse that grocers and
others bothered with the summer visitor,
the fly, are thinking of engaging the ser
vices of the mouse.
Russian Tea.
The tea generally drunk in Russia is
taken without milk, and is of a very light
color, very strong, and full-flavored.
The best class of tea found in Rnssia is
that imported overland from China, and
is usually pronounced by those who have
tasted it as superior to any tea in the
world. The reason for this state ol
things is primarily, no doubt., the fact
that the overland journey to Russia is so
expensive that only tea of really first-rate
quality cau be profitably sent by this
route. Then, again, the best China tea
is grow-i inland, and too far removed
from the coast to find its way readily to
the export harbors. Its easiest outlet is
the caravan route.— Argonaut.
NO. 46.
IN SUMMER DREAMS.
In summer dreams beneath the trees,
While gently blows the languid breezes.
While thoughts go by at rapid pace.
And many an old-time pictured face,
Across the rusty mem'ry flees.
, How sweet to lie and watch the seas
Of grain that rise and fall at ease.
Or gaze aloft to azure space.
In summer dreams.
How sweet to watch the honey bees
Launch out across the fragrant leas,
And see the butterflies at chase
O'er every field and flow'ry place;
What happiness we find in these,
In summer dreams.
—New York State Camp Journal.
FUN.
Volumes of gas must furnish very light
reading.— Baltimore American.
"It is a good rule not to wear tight
shoes," says an exchange. Yes—a good
foot rule.
Motto for the buzz-saw (before and
after taking)—" Hands off."— Burlington
Free Press.
The husband who lavishly keeps his
wife in pin money has the right to ex
pect to be able to find a pin about the
house when he wants one.
The Artist (to his model in a suit of
mail) —"What's the matter, Foley? Can't
you keep still?" The Model—"l cannot,
sor. Yez shut a bluebotthle fly in tli'
hilmit."— Time.
The Chicago Idea.—"Will you share
my lot with me?" asked he of the real es
tate agent's daughter. "What's it worth
afront foot?" calmly inquired the sweet
creature.— Chicago Mail.
Miss Boston—"Papa, I find our pro
fessor of pathology interesting." Mr.
Boston—Our what?" Miss Boston —"Our
professor of pathology—our guide, you
know."— New York Sun.
Delinquent Subscriber—"l don't like
the Spread Eagle as I used to. I think
the paper is rather dry." Sarcastic Edi
tor—"l don't see how it can be dry.
There is considerable due on your copy."
—Pittsburg Post.
According to the descriptive writers
on the London papers, the Shah of Per
sia, when on dress parade, must resemble
greatly the front window of a pawn shop
when the sale of unredeemed pledges is
on.— New York Herald.
"Court the fresh air," was the doctor's ad
vice
To a widow quite feeble, yet fair;
So she set her cap for a rich man's son.
And she easily caught tho fresh heir.
—Table Talk.
Eccentric Old Club Man (to a new
footman) —"Now, then, Patrick, call
me a cab." Pat (who thinks this is a
dodge to try his sincerity)—"Och, no,
yer honor! It's not meself that'll be call
ing you any name, at all!"
A garrulous fop, who had annoyed by
his frivolous remarks his partner in the
ballroom, among other empty things,
asked whether "she had ever had her ears
pierced?" "No," was the reply, "but I
have often had them bored 1"
Died of a Thorn's Wound.
There was buried recently from his
former home on Eastern avenue a man
with a peculiar history. The story of
his life may well be used to exemplify
the saying that small things are not to
be despised. He was C. F. Henke, a
pattern-maker, who lived at 1895 East
ern avenue, with his family. His death
was caused by exhaustion, resulting from
an operation for the amputation of his
leg. Here the interest in the story be
gins. During the war he was a member
of a volunteer company, and was in the
memorable siege of Vicksburg under
General Grant. In erecting earthworks
one day he accidentally stumbled against
a cactus log, and one of the thorns en
tered his right leg below the kuee,
breaking off in the wound. The sharp
thing was extracted at once, and no
serious pain or annoyance followed, the
slight wound healing within a couple of
days. About five years ago a shooting
pain in his leg was felt, the ntlcleus
beiug in the spot where the thorn had
entered twenty years before.
An ulcer was formed, and the fact
was developed that caries, or decaying
of the bone, had set in.
All efforts at relief were useless, and
Henke was forced to cease work, as the
limb would not bear his weight. A
year ago he took to his bed, growing
worse every day. Last month a consulta
tion of physicians was held, and it was
decided to amputate the limb as a last
resort. Henke consented, and the opera
tion was performed. He withstood the
amputation manfully, but his weakened
eonstituion could not bear the shock
and he passed away. At the time of his
death he was forty-seven years old.—
Cincinnati Enouirer.