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The morning broke upon a sullen world;
A heavy mist encompassed sea and land;
The city's smoke hung low 011 every
The roses stood with velvet petals furled.
Like pouting maids with pretty lips half
Waiting, with drooping heads and cheeks
Their zephyr-lovers—a dejected band;
While listlessly the languid windmill
Then, suddenly, a ray of golden light
Fell on the earth; the gray mist slunk
The smoke sped upward in majestic flight,
The zephyrs sung a merry roundelay,
The roses laughed, the windmill whirred de
The sunbeams danced, and all the world |
Emma C. Dowil lit Youths' Companion.
THEIR NEW NEIGHBOR.
BY KATE M. CLE Alt Y.
"Girls I" cricl Margery Kearney,
I 'l've seen him!—Clive Sterling!— Our
new neighbor!' 1
In quite a whirl of excitement Mar
gery had dashed into the cozy room
where her threo sisters were sitting.
She was shining with rain, from the
hood of her silver-gray gossamer to the
very tips of her rubbers. The fluffy
brown curls across her forehead were
sprinkled with bright drops, and her
cheeks were glowing from her rapid
"You did?" interrogatively chorussed
three eager voices.
"I really did!''
"Is he handsome?" asked Janet, who
appreciated all beauty as intensely as
only a plain-looking person can.
"Intellectual-looking?'' inquired Clo
tihle, who dipped daily into Emerson,
and professed to adore Ruskin.
"Jolly?" queried little Bertie, who
was at the ago when jolly people seemed
created for her especial amusement.
"No—no—no!" laughed Margery.
"Not handsome—or learned-looking—
or even jolly. He is simply tho most
awkward-looking mortal I ever be
And she broke into a peal of heartiest
laughter at recollection of her encounter
with their new neighbor.
"You see it was this way, girls,"
jerking off her gossamer, and disclosing
a form attired in a dress of chocolate
cashmere—a form that was trim, slim
and willowy as that of sweet scvontcen
is apt to be. "I was running home in
a great hurry—for it's chillier out than
you folks imagine—and just as I came
opposito the gate of 'The Oaks,' 1
stopped very suddenly. For right there
was the most tremendous black dog 1
ever saw. I said 'Go way!' and he
didn't budge. 1 shook my umbrella at
him. lie wasn't a bit afraid. I said:
'lf you don't get out of tho way I'll hit
you!' and he actually grinned. There
was nothing to do but step out into the
the street—it was so muddy, too—and
walk around him. 13ut just then—l
suppose my dilemma was apparent from
the house—down the path he came run
ning. *Oh, he looked so ridiculous 1 He
is about as tall as Jack's beaustalk, lean
as a lath and brown as an Indian."
"Well!' exclaimed Janet. "He
must be charming."
"Oh?" cried Margery, going off into
a fresh paroxysm of laughter. "What
with his glasses, aud his coat-tails liv
ing straight out as ho rushed to my res
cue, he looked like some great, curious,
"Birds don't wear glasses," corrected
Bertie. "Was his coat a swallow-tail?"
The appeal for information was ig
"Well, ho callel off the dog, and
apologized for the monster, and—that's
"I wish he'd offer mo the me of his
library," sighed Clotilde.
"They say 'The Oaks' is a perfect
palace as far as furniture goes," mur
"I think I'll ask him to loan me the
lovely little white pony," decided Ber
But this rash resolution was juthless
"The Oaks" had been shut up so
jong—ever since tho Kearneys had come
to live in the gray -green cottage near
by. Its owner had gone abroad on the
death of his mother, thrcj years ago,
leaving his handsome house in tho care
of a couple of servants. But now that
news of his return had spread, curiosity
was rife in tho fashionable suburb of
Riverview. And not tho least inter
ested were Clive Sterling's new neigh
A pleasant room this in which the
sisters sat; a hemedike room, even if
the carpet was threadbare, tiie chairs
venerable, the damask curtains darned
—perhaps all the more home-like for
these suggestions of social service and
Janet went on with her task of re
modeling an old dress. Clotilde went
over to the window and looked wist
fully through the drizzling rain to the
red brick chimneys which rose above
tho house which held tho coveted books.
Margery, obeying a sudden impulse,
had snatched up her ever-ready sketch
book from tho table, and was scratch
ing vigorously away. An ecstatic gig
gle Irom Bertie, who was peeping over
her shoulder, called the attention of
the other* to her work.
"What is it?" asked Janet.
IMargery lookud up with a nod and a
smile. "Wait a moment."
On her brisk pencil flew, the dimples
in her pretty cheeks deepening as her
mischievous smile grew.
She held up the open book. The
others flocked around to her.
"He can't look like that!"
"What a caricature 1"
Indeed, comical and grotesque was
the drawing of the long, lank figure,
with the spidery extremities, the flying
coat-tails, the tremendous goggles.
"Oh, just a trifle accentuated—not
quite a caricature," she said, laughing
ly, as she scrawled under the picture
the words, "O ir New Neighbor."
"The rain is clearing off!" cried
Bertie; "I'm going to run and ask mam
ma if I mayn't go out."
And off she rushed.
S >on, with her kitten in lier arms>
and her little spaniel at her heels, she
was out on the wet road. The rain
had quite ceased. The afternoon sun,
weary of sulking, was coming out in
splendid state. In its radiance every
drop on every clover leaf was a glitter
ing jewel, and the pools in the street
relleeled b;ls of tho brilliant sky.
On and on wandered Bertie, her scar
let skirt blowing backward, her yellow
hair tangling flossily as the breeze
caught and played with it. As she
parsed "The Oaks" she paused to put
her small, inquisitive face against the
iron railing, and peer througli.
What a grand big hous3 it was!
And how smooth and green was tho
lirge lawn, all lovely with beds of
bloom! And how sweet the flowers
smelled after the rain—the geraniums
aud carnations, and sweet-brier, and
"I should so lovo to see tho funny
man Sister Margery saw," she said to
herself. And then, just as if she had
had a magical ring, her wish was grati
fied. For out on the main walk, not
twelve feet away, from a small side
path came Mr. Sterling.
He saw the little maiden outside the
railing—the bright-eyed, curious face.
He liked children. 110 sauntered
towards tho gate.
"Hello, littlo lassie! what is your
"Oli, you're one of tho Kearney sis
ters, are you? Which one?'
B.rlic hugged her kittea more tightly
and looked very important.
"I'm not the clever one," she said.
"No. Clotildo is the clever one."
"And I'm not tho good one. Janet
is the good one."
"Yes," with a nod. "And I'm not
the pretty one, cither. Margery is the
"Oh, I'm the bad one. At least that
is the way Uncle Dick says wo ought to
She was breathless from her struggle
with the big word.
"Then," ho said, laughter lighting
up lus quiet brown eyes—"then it was
Margery I saw to-day?"
' Yes. and I think," indignantly,
"she was all wrong. I don't think
you're one bit awkward."
"1 think you'ro downright nice.
And some day—not now, because the
girls sail I mustn't, but some day, when
we're better acquainted, I'm going to
ask you to lot me rido on your little
He bowed gravely.
"it's so sweet I" growing friendly
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 13, 1881).
and confidential. "Do you know that
last summer—keep still, Kitty Kear
ney? 'to the pussy, which was writh
ingly attempting to escape—"last sum
mer Margery, who is the grandest artist
that ever lived, I think, made a Bketch
of it when it was out at pasture. Just
wait hero and I'll run and get it. Come
Away she scampered, her little dog
after her. Smiling amusedly, the tall,
brown gentleman by tho gate awaited
In about fifteen minutes sho was back
with a flat book under her arm.
"It is in there; and ho is eating
He took the book rather diffidently,
but very curiously, too. It could not
matter. Sketches were mado to be looked
at. And this was a sketch of his own
' -By George!"
Ho almost dropped tho book.
"Oh, please, please," cried Bertie, in
an agony of remorse, "I quits forget
your picture was in there. What won't
Margery say! Oh, never mind the
pony's picture now! '
She snatched the book, turned, ran
home as fast as her feet would carry
her, leaving Clive Sterling crimsoning
and laughing as ho never had crimsoned
and laughed before.
"Well, I've seen myself for once as
others see me, thanks to tho pretty
He dropped his eye-glasses and saun
tered back to tho house. For several
days he neither saw nor heard any
thing of his neighbors. Then ho
chanced to encounter Bertie.
"Oh, please, I can't talk to you,"
the child said. "Tho girls say I'm so
unreliable. You know Margery caught
mo when I was sneaking her sketch
book back, and made me tell her where
I had taken it to."
"Then," confess d Bertie, with a
contrite gulp, "then she sat down and
"She did. There sho is now! Oh,
The girl had come unexpectedly
around the corner. To avoid a meeting
was impossible. She was quite near
her sister and the master of"The
"This is Mr. Sterling, Margery. You
know you weren't reg-regularly intro
duced before. I've boen telling him
how you cried about—"
A delicious blush of mortification,
regret, pleading, swept across Margery's
wild-rose face. Frankly she held out
her hand, lifted her clear eyes.
"I am so sorry for having been so
rude! Will you forgive me, if you
can? And come over aud play tennis
"Thank you. Yes!" he said.
"Why, Margery," the others said to
her, when he, after a rattling good
game, had returned home, "ho is just
"And a gentleman!"
"All three!" decided Margery,
promptly, as sho sought tho sketch of
their new neighbor aud deliberately
tore it up.
She is Mrs. Clive Sterling now.
Bertie was her bridesmaid.— The
A Desirable Name.
"In the year 1664," says the Leeds
(Etig) Mercury , "on tho sth day of
December, the English ship Menai was
crossing tho straits, and capsized in a
gale. Of tho eighty-ono passcngors on
board but one was saved; his name was
Hugh Williams. One the same day, in
tho year 1785, a pleasure schooner was
wrecked on tho Isle of Man. There
wero sixty persons on the boat, among
them one Hugh Williams and family.
Of tho threescore none but old Hugh
Williams survived the shock. On the
sth day of Augnst, 1820, a picnicking
party on the Thames was run down by
a coal barge. Thero were twenty- five
of tho picnickers, mostly children un
der twelve years of age. Littlo Hugh
Williams, a visitor from Liverpool,
only five years old, was the only one
that returned to tell tho tale. Now
comes the most singular part of this
story: On the 19th day of August, in
the year 1889. a Leeds coal barge, with
nine men, foundered; two of them—
both Hugh Williams, an undo and
nephew—wero rescued by some fisher
men, and were tho only men of the
crew who lived to tell of the calamity.
These are facts which can be substan
qUAINT AND CURIOUS.
The Emperor of Chija runs 426 ser
Mrs. McCutclieon killed a largo lynx
with her rifle recently at California.
Thousands of smugglers are plying
their trade betweon Cuba and the Gulf
The electric light on the Eifel Tower
can be seen at Orleans, seventy miies
In Ilingham, Mass., the fire depart
ment is called out to assist in searching
for lost children.
Partridges are so numerous in the
vicinity of Eastport, Me., that they
frequently invado tho business streets of
At Ukiah, Cal., a man of twenty
two has married a widow with several
children. One of her sons i3 older than
It costs about $6 per head more to
carry cattle from Boston to liverpool
than it docs to buy a steerage ticket for
an adult person.
The discipline at West Point is
stricter than in tho army. The penal
ties are not as severe, perhaps, but their
enforcement is inflexible.
Five years ag> John Sill, of West
Chester Penn., parcliasod a five-cent
peach and buried tho kernel. This
season he picked eight baskets from tho
tree which grew therefrom
Somebody figures out that 3,000,000
people walk about London's streets
daily, and that in so doing thoy wear
away a ton of leather particles from
their boots and shoes.
A pack of cards was recently sold in
London for S3OO, which is quite unique
in its way. It is nearly two hundred
years old, and represents the principal
scenes and personages in the reign of
While sitting at his desk in the libra
ry of the White House the President
was surprised at the intrusian of a big
gray rat, who deliberately crawled upon
a side table and dragged off a piece of
fruit which had tempted him from his
The other day a Chinese cook at Liv
ingstone, Cal., made a pie for the guests
of a hotel. It looked all right, but ho
added two ounces of pulverized glass
for seasoning. The first bito caused a
stalwart teamster's mouth to bleei and
he beat the cook to a jelly.
In the Italian army the system of
siesta prevails, under which all troops
in the field lie down to sleep for a cou
ple of hours during the heat of the
day. The practice is so universally
accepted that the hour is fixed in gen
The Swentien Lolc R >yal Chinese
Dramatic Company of New York city
is no more. The company started in
with a capital of $15,000, and it took
just two months to blow it all in. The
Chinamen realizo that there are not
enough of them in the city to support a
It is proposed to substitute wooden
clappers for the iron ones now in use on
locomotives running into New York
city, and which are so often complained
of as nuisances. The sound would still
make noise enough to be heard where it
should be, while the neighborhood
would get a rest.
Mr. and Mrs. Addison G. llayner,
living near Buskirk, N. Y., are a' sub
stantial, solid married couple. Mr.
llayner weighs 410 pounds and his wife
pulls down tho scales at 315, making a
conjugal to!al of 725 pounds, and it is
all solid fl sh. Both are in good health
and cheerfully do the ordinary work of
The Value of Pine Trees.
In the dark greea foliage of the ever
living pine, science has discovered a tex
tile fabric, not only for tho covering of
fleecy bales of snowy cotton, but for
carpets, matting, aud many other prod
ucts of the loom yet in their infancy,
but still to be brought to perfection.
The limbs and laps can bo converted
into charcoal or distilled into rosin.
The bark and burrs are used for fuel,
the trunks for lumber, and even the
sawdust is a commercial product, while
the stump aud routs will sell for more
as lightwood in any city than the whole
tree commands in its native forest.
Poor, short-sighte 1 mortals, who have
waited long for the day of deliverance,
cannot yet fully realize that it has come
at last, and that they have indeed a
treasure in the matehlcs pine forests of
Alabama.— Atabami Mirror.
Terms—Sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months,
Catching Fish in Central America.
Writing from the city of San-Salva
dor, Central America, a correspondent
of the New York Times says: While
along the coast the most difficult article
to purchase is a fresh flsli, the Indians
of the Lcmpa river depend upon it to
vary their diet of beans and bananas,
and I venture to say that throe-fifths of
them have never tasted beef, which,
poor as it is in the country, is far b-'-
yond the reach of their pockets. In
the method of securing fish they are
not genuine sport>mca, but the lankest
kind of pjt-hunters. Staying over
night at a village I learned that what is
called a "chilpate" fishing was to take
place the next day, which the proprie
tor of the tavern assured me was worth
seeing. Board, in most of the hotels,
is only 70 cents per day form m and
mule, and, concluding nothing would
be lost if the sport proved to bo a
failure, I lay over. Immediately below
a little falls in th 3 river the natives had
placed at an early hour a network of
branches closely woven in and out like
lattice-work, and bound with willow
withes. Above the rapids, in deep
pools, were the feeding and spawning
grounds of many varieties of fish, and
a variety called the "cuyamal," which,
when full grown, weighs twelve and
eighteen pounds, was known to have a
liking for the spot. Wue 1 the network
was completed about a dozen women
entered the stream from above, carrying
large earthen pots containing a strong
solution of a vine called "chilpate,"
which resembles the Bermuda plant,
made by merely mashing the leaves to
a palp in warm water. It has the
quality when mixed with running water
of stupefying the fish, causing them to
float helplessly drank on the surface of
the water, as if shocked with the ex
plosion of gun cotton, as done by the
frontiersmen in our Western country.
When carried down by the current they
are picked up by hand by the men who
station themselvos at the network be
At a given signal that all ,1s ready at
tho dam the women, jump into the
swift water, casting the solution right
and left, while advancing down stream
as a line of skirmishers. In anticipa
tion of the feast to succeed the catch,
"marimba" players place themselves on
; the bank, tho women keeping step to
the music and throwing tho mixture in
accurate time, reminding one of the
advance of the chorus girls on the
comic opera stage. The water was
goon colored to a milky white, which
smoothed the surface like oil. In a few
moments the water was again troubled
by tho fish, as the drug affected them.
| There were all kinds of drunks—some
nervously so, others sleepily so, others
dead drunk, and some only slightly in
toxicated, but all so unwary as to be
bagged at the network, where the quick
work of catching tho great numbers
and throwing them on the bank kept
three or four dozen swarthy natives
busy. The drug is not permanent in
its effect, and the little onos thrown
back into the stream soon recuperated
and swam away no more affected than
one who has tried laughing gas.
Among the lot was a fine species of
speckled trout, but salmon-colored, like
thoso west of the Rocky Mountains,
and any sad thoughts over the manner
in which they wcro taken were dispelled
while discussing the fry an hour or two
Commodore Vanderbilt made SIOO,-
000,000, beginning with no money and
very little education. He could write
his name, and that was about the extent
of his scholastic acquirements. His
name which was good for any amount
on a check, was not much to look at.
He could not pronounce the letter V,
and always called himself Wanderbilt.
A new clerk at the postofhee
greatly annoyed him by looking for
lotters under the W's. "D>>n't look
among the W's; look among the Wee's."
said the millionaire. At the ago of SO
the Commodore was a match for the
whole street. He opened all his own
letters, dictated his answers on the mar
gin, spent an hour in transacting busi
ness involving many millions, and then
went to his stab'es. Ho was very proud
of his horses and liked to lead tho road
—and he generally did. Chicigo Mail.
"What is the use o' that girl bangiu'
away on the piano, Maria?"
"Practice, John. Practice makes
"Perfect what pandemonium?''
A Plea ForUnsnng Flowers.
The poet sighs, with tearful eyes,
About the flowers dying,
When autumn's breath, o'er hill and heath,
Sends falling leaves a-flying.
He sings a song a column long,
All of a rose that's faded;
He prates of blooms consigned to tombs
By frost, until we're jaded.
The golden rod is ruthless trod
To earth hv storm and raining;
The sight of it gives him a tit,.
And raises dire complaining.
When from the north the cold comes forth.
And slays the morning-glory,
He lifts his voice in painful noise,
And numbers lame and hoary.
Why won't he sing some useful thing,
Whose life's cut short in autumn?
There's plenty such, with quite as much
Of beauty, ere frost caught 'em.
The cornlield pea, as he might see,
Blooms prettier than the daisy;
And as food-stuff, its good enough
For rhymester, sane or crazy.
The mustard shows a head that blows
Rare as aught sang in ballard;
Its incense sweet the wind does greet—
And then, its good for salad.
The okra bloom—without perfume,
A fashion now in flowers —
Bright red and cream, sure it would seem,
Would tempt a poet's powers.
A dirge I chant for every plant
That sleeps on earth's cold bosom;
I would that they might with us stay,
I weep when we lose 'em.
But those that bring some useful thing
Beside their bloom, are sighted;
Their virtues I extol, and try
Their wrongs to have arighted.
—O. S. JBlackburn in Arkttnsaw Traveler
A close thing—A miser.
"Is it raining, girls?" asked Fanglo.
"No," broke in Cumso, *'ouly cats and
A river is one of the queerest things
out—its liead isn't near as big as its
It's odd that tho word "Trust"
should of itself bo enough to excite
The significant notico, "Il inds off,"
is plucod over a circular saw in a wood
Letter-carriers ought to make the
be-t elocutionists; they have such g oi
ideas of delivery.
It may sound funny, but it is a fac
tlint many of the penmen at the Chica
go stock yards cannot write.
The severity of the Russian climates
is the reason, perhaps, that nearly every
Russian name ends with a koff.
"Come, take a walk, Judkins."
"No, can't. You see my wife's not
very well, and I'm going to the the
So you wish to know what a "styl
ish" color is, Maud? Well, generally,
it is the last ugly thing that has been
"Marry your sweetheart on your birth
day, if you can young man. It will
save you money every year in anniver
The London police are now ordered
to wear noiseless boots at night. This
is so they will not wake one another
up, wo suppose.
Man, with a mirror—"Como here,
boy, and look in this glass, and you
will seo a donkey." Boy— l, llow did
you find that out?''
Mudge—That's a pretty truo saying
that a man at 112 orty is cither a fool or a
physician. Mr. N. Peck—Not always
true. Sometimes he's a bachelor.
Fop (to old man who stepped on his
foot) —Aw, bah Jove I you've smashed
my foot to a pulp. Old man (patroniz
ingly)— Why don't you sell it for calf's
foot jelly ?
Cnmsonbcak—You remember our old
friend, Bell? Yeast—Certainly. "He
has developed into a public speaker.'
"You don't say so!'' "Yes; he's a clerk
in a telephone office."
'•Well, what did you learn new in
agriculture at the county fair?" asked
Mrs. Granger of her husband upon his
return homo from tho exhibition.
"Why I learned enough not to bet
ten dollars on the wrong horse next
"Papa, what is a doubtful Staic?"
asked littlo Freddy, who had been look
ing over the political news. "Mar
riage is a doubtful state, my son," an
swered Blown, with a humorous twinkie
in his eye as ho looked at his belter
half. "Don't you think so, Jin.
Brown? ' ' No, I don't think it's n state
at all," she answered. "To me it al
ways seemed like a terrcr-tory. ' Biown