SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W. M, CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. VIII.
The Chimes.
Stop thief!
The old year goes
O'er the drifted snows,
And the gray old year hath brought me
grief.
Ho hath stolen the bud and the dancing leaf,
And the dear little robin that used to sing
At my window-sill in the balmy spring,
And the rapturous kisses my lover gave.
Ife hath hidden him, too, in a narrow gTave
Deep down from the light of the broad, blue
sky,
And so through the rush of my tears I cry:
"Stop thief!"
As the old year goes
O'er the drifted snows,
For the gray old year bath brought me grief.
All hail!
The new year comes
With the beat of drums,
And clangor of bells in the windy vale.
He bringeth the song of the nightingale;
And what if his robe is fringed with snow,
The April buds on his bosom btow.
He sendeth a new love unto nra
From an ancient country actoss the sea,
And far to the South we will sail away
Through the purple dusk of a perfumed May.
All hail!
The new year comes
With the beat of drums,
And music of bells in the wintry vale.
—Minnie Irving.
THE BRIDE'S ROSES.
This grand and ancient temple, which
was built in tho far-gone days of tho
old British regime in America, stands
amid the low-lying hills that encircle
the swift-flowing It .ppahannock, with
the spires of Fredericksburg shining in
the distance, and the everlasting pines,
for which Virginia is so noted, standing
in thick files on either hand.
Centuries upon centuries have ex.
pended their storms upon tho massive
wa Is, and yet they stand, mute but
most eloquent monuments of the
strength and durability of old-time
architecture.
One can even yet di-coversome traces
of the old altar-stone? and tho tablets
whereon the names of the dead and
gone vestrymen are recorded, and tho
pew once occupied by Washington and
his relatives is stili reverently pointed
out to every sight-seer who turns out of
the beaten thoroughfare of travel to
have a look at this sacred and venerable
pile.
"But the bride's rose, havo you seen
that?'' questioned the guido as we were
making our way out over the crumbling
heaps of mortar.
"The bride's rose? Why no, what is
it?"
Our guido was a woman—a gray and
gaunt old creature, who lives in a little
hut near at hand and earns an honest
penny now and then by showing travel
ers over tho ruins of old Potomac
Church.
Bho turned back on tho instant,
shaking her gray head slowly from side
to side.
"Ah, you must sco tho bride's rose,''
she said; "come along!"
Wc followed her back over heaps of
debris, under tho crumbling arches of
tho old English temple—bats and ghost
moths hurtling in our very eyes, and
the hush of the falling twilight all
about us. Through the main aisle, out
at the great arched door, down tho fall
en steps into a little court-yard.
The old woman stooped down and
1 aried the rank, luxuriant growth that
covered the ruins at our feet.
"There it is," she said; "lookI"
We stooped down, and looking
closely, saw amid tho rank grass a great
cluster of scarlet rosc3. Tho shrub
upon which they bloomed seemed to be
small and stunted in its growth; but tho
flowers were a marvel of perfect love li
nes—so largo, so fine, so delicate in
tint and texiure, more like the culti
vated bloom of a hot- house than the
wild growth of the fluids.
"Stop! You wouldn't touch'em?"
cried the old woman in utter horror, as
we put out our hand to pull one of the
perfect flowers. "Don't, for pity's
sake! It is the bride's rose, red with
blood; and presently tho bride herself
will come, as is her wont every night,
nnd gather them, and every morning
they bloom agaiu afresh. Don't touch
'em!"
We drew back with an involuntary
shudder, and the old woman rose to her
feet, letting the rank grasses close
around the blood-red blossoms.
"Come," she said, in a sort of awed
whisper, "you've seen tho roses; let's
be going. The dark will be upon us—
and the brido walks at dark! We
mustn't be here when she comes! Hnrk
—that's her voice now! Don't you hear?
She always comes a sinking, so that her
lov«r may know when to meet her.
Den't you heart''
With her skeleton finger uplifted and
her hollow gazo fixed on mine, the old
creaturo stood and listened. A faint,
sweet murmur that might havo been the
echo of distant song, or the pulsing of
the summer air, thrilled the twilight si
lence.
"Don't you hoart" she cried, in ter
ror. ' Come away I''
And, half in awe myself, as I looked
back at the gray ruins, over which the
summer darkness was falling, I fol
lowed her across the green copse,
through the moaning pine ridges and
up the low doorway of her little hut.
There was a light within, and we could
see her daughter busy preparing our
evening meal.
The old woman sat down upon the
stoue sill, and wiped the perspiratiou
from her brow.
run a risk," she said; "if
we'd ha' lingered another half hour,
'twould ha' been the last o' U3. No
one ever lives as once sees the bride.
One man was foolhardy enough to try
it long ago; he waited and watched to
see her come, and he was ne'er heard
of again."
"She must be a terrible bride, then,
I answered, sitting down beside her;
"won't you tell me about her? Tell
me tho story from beginning to cn 1.
There is a story, isn't there?"
'•Oh, yes; I've told it hundreds of
times in my day. Listen, und you
shall hear it. It all happened centuries
ago, when the old church yonder was
being built."
Then she continued: ''A great gen
tleman come ncrou the sea from Eng
land—Lord Culross by namo. He
lived in a great house down among tho
hills below there, and had no end o'
servants, and dishes o' gold and silver
to eat out of, and fine carriagos to ride
in; and his daughter was the grandest
lady in the whole country, nnd the
handsomest. She had a skin like the
snow, and cheeks like primroses, and
eyes like stars, and she wore gowns o'
the finest silk ever worn.
"Well, Lord Culross meant to marry j
her to soiuo great man who was to come
across from England; but the Lady I
Diana—that was her name—what should
she do but fall in love with tho head
architect, who was a- building the old
church down yonder.
"He was a fine young fellow, but he
come o' the people and wasn't over rich,
and he daren't show himself at Lord
Culross's great house; so every evening
at twilight the Lady Diana she comes
down to tho church to meet him, and
they walks up and down—talking o'
their love, till the midnight stars were
a-sliining overhead.
"Lord Culross knows nothing about
it, and ho sends to England for the fine
gentleman to come over and marry his
daughter. And he comes, and puts a
glittering ring on Lady Diana's finger,
and tho wedding day is fixed and the
wedding finery a-making up—white
silks and satins and laces, such as never
was seen afore under the sun.
"And Lady Diana is afraid to say a
word, but she goes on a-meeting her
lover. Every evening at twilight she
goes down to the church; and if ho isn't
there the falls to singing in her soft,
sweet voice, and he hears her, and
comes, and they walk up and down to
gether.
"But at last the wedding-day comes,
and the wedding feast is cooked, and
all the grand wedding guests invited.
And the wedding finery is all in readi
ness, and Lord Culross commands his
daughter to get ready for her marriage.
And she dare not disobey or open her
mouth to tell him a word abouttheinan
she loves. So she sits white and still,
like a tjhost, while they robe her in the
white silks and laces, and jewels, and
then they lead her down the greit stair
case, and put her in the carriage, and
tho grand wedding party drives down
to tho new church. They are to be
married there—the very first marriage
before the new altar.
"A groom gallops ahead, to bid tho
head, architect to have the bells in
readiness to ring for tho wedding, and
he goes up on tho dizzy steeple in a
great hurry, to see for himself that all
is right. Ho has heard nothing of tho
marriage, nnd has no dream th at Lady
Culross is to be the bride.
' But presently he looks down, just
as the grand party comes dashing up;
and he sees Lady Diana come walking
up to the steps, all in her white silks
and laces, with her white veil flowing
to her feet, and she a-leaning on the
nrm of the fine English gentleman, and
all in a minute it flashes through hit
mind what i« going to be—that Lady
LAPORTE. PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 17, 1890.
Diana has played him false, and has
como to church to be, another man's
bride.
"Ho grows blind and sick, and reels
where he stands, and (presently he falls
headlong down from tho dizzy steeple,
lie strikes tho flagstones in tho court
yard, right at Lady Diana's feet, as sho
comes sweeping up on her bridegroom's
arm.
"She sees him, andfknows him, and
falls on her knees beside him, with an
awful cry. The blood stains her white
marriage robes, and the white roses in
her hair fall out, and lie dabbled in a
pool of red blood.
"They raise her up, and ..iy her
off, but the wedding does not goon,
for tho poor lady lics ( in a swoon, and
that night she dies, a-calling on her
dead lover's name.
"The next day, when the men como
to wash away the blood-stains from tho
flag-stones where the poor architect fell,
they find that Lady Diaua's bridal roses
have taken root, and aro growing be
twixt tho flag-stones in tho court-yard,
and instead of being white, they aro
blood red.
"That's the story of the bndo's roses.
And for hundreds and hundreds of
years they have grown and bloomed in
that same spot; and every night, as
surely as tho dark falls, the poor,
broken-hearted lady comes a-singing,
with her white laces, and lier long mar
riage veil a-trailing and rustling, and
she stoops down and gathers the red
roses; but when tho next morning
conies they are blooming again as fresh
as ever. Winter or Summer, the bride's
roses never fail.
"They aro emblems of lier love."
Longfellow's Memory.
About 1856 an English man of lotters,
Mr. Kingston, visited this country.
While in Boston lie took occasion to
call upon the poet Longfellow with
letters introductory from mutual ac
quaintances in England. As he de
scribes the interview in his "Western
Wanderings" it must havo been very
gratifying to the visitor.
"Wo were soon discussing books and
writers of books, tho leading spirits of
our two great countries. After talking
for a few minutes he stopped short and
said: 'I ani certain of it; wc havo
met before—many years ago, though.'
" 'When can that have been? I must
own that 1 have no recollection of your
countenance ; but then, from being
near-sighted, countenances do not make
much impression on me,' I replied.
" 'Did you not cross from Ostond to
London one night in Saptember, 1842'
And did you not spend the first part of
it on deck, as tho cabin was crowded?'
he asked.
"'I am pretty certain that I did.
undoubtedly, about that time, and I
think I made a note in my diary that I
had met on board a very agreeable
American, with whom I had much con
versation, but little thought I who it
was!' I exclaimed, gratified at being so
recollected."
A Pelienle Palate.
According to the chef of tho Grand
Hotel in London, tho French and tho
Russians understand the art of eating
better than any other nation. By way
of illustration the chef told this story:
"Bouillibaisse is a famous Marsellaiso
dish of fish, garlic and all manner of
curious ingredients, which you may bo
jure is seldom asked for in a Loudon
hotel. One day we had a Russian gen
tl man among our guosts aud he asked
for a dish of boudlibaisso. I made it.
Ho ate it. 'ls it right, sir?' aske 1 the
waiter. 'lt wants something.' Iu the
Mediterranean is a certain shell fish
which is always used in preparing tho
dish and which I not unnaturally did
not possess. Not one person in a thou
sand would have noticed the diffo renco.
You see, the Russian's palate recognized
even the nuances."
—
A Child of Misfortunes.
SCENE X.
Bjones—AVhat makes you look so
unhappy, Bjenks?
Bjenks—My best girl has given me J
the mitten.
SCENE 11.
Bjones Hullo, Bjenks! Haven't ;
seen you since your best girl threw you
over, ten years ago. I'll be blessed if
you aren't looktng just as glum now,
too, as you were then. What's the ;
matter? Haven't you got over that old
trouble yet?
Bjenki—No, I haven't. You see the
changed her mind.
WHAT A "LOOKER" IS.
The Name by Which Salesgirls
Know Some Shoppers.
Thoy Make a Deal of Trouble
and Seldom Buy Anything.
I "Here comes a looker," said one
| New York saleswoman to another so
j loudly that her remark was overheard
'by a Daily News reporter, who was
' standing at a counter near by.
j "Yes," said tho person addressed,
"and she's got a beau with her, too."
"Maybo she will buy something,
then, just to show her young man what
| an economical shopper she is," said the
! first speaker.
Tho young lady who was evidently
meant by the sales-girls was fine-look
ing, neatly dressed, and, as far as ap
| pearance went, was certainly unobjec
j tionablo. S~>, with some curiosity, tho
J reporter asked tho pretty girl waiting
' on him what was meant by calling that
i young lady a "looker."
"Why, don't you know?" said she,
' smiling. "llow green you men are
' about shopping I Every woman knows
that a 'looker' is a woman who simply
looks at goods, doesn't expoct to buy
any, puts you to all the trouble she can,
asks you to cut off a sample and then
says sho will call in again to-morrow.
And so sho does, to bother some one
else. .
"A 'looker,'" continued tho sales
girl loquaciously, "is usually to be
found frequenting tho large dry goods
stores. Her visit is timed to that por
tion of tho day-when you are most busy
and desirous of making your sales as
> largo as possible in order to stand in
well with tho 'powers that be.'
"Then in comes a looker an i wants
to bo shown the goods at once. llow
we hate her. Oa," sail the girl im
pulsively to tho reporter, "if wo only
dared talk to her as sho dosorvod
wouldn't sho just catch it, though."
t At this thought tho shop girl's eyes
fairly danced as if in anticipation of
how she would get square for onco and
for all with the troublesome lookers if
sho had but half a chance given her.
"The looker," resumed the girl, "is
generally making a crazy quilt, or
something or other, and belongs to the
same class of young women who go
around bothering young men for their
neckties, and who feel deeply aggrieved
if they don't instantly promise them
their very best ties boforo they havo
done wearing them.
"She comes here for samples of silks
and dress goods. 'Mamma wanted a
sample and couldn't como out herself.'
Or 'papa wanted to see what tho goods
would look like before I ordered the
dress,' and so on. Finally wc hit upon
a schemo that put an end to the looker's
using our samples of goods for fancy
work. We cut the sample as narrow as
possible and then clip a little piece out
of the centre of tho same, telling tho
looker when sho says, 'Oh, what did
you do that for?' that wo were only
cutting our trade-mark into tho goods
in order that she might know from
what store sho procured them. That
generally has the desired effect and
gives the looker to understand that we
are perfectly aware of what sho wants
the samples for, and don't intend to let
any one make crazy quilts at our ex
pense.
"Another spacies of looker is one
who comes from a well-to-do family,
and has nothing to do but kill time.
She is not intellectual enough to read.
It makes her head ache. 'Calling is a
bore,' she yawns, and then she 'guesses'
she will go shopping. She expects us
to bo pleasant and affable and so oblig
ing. 'Show me tins.' 'Now, show mo
that.' Everything must bo hauled out
for her inspection. Barely sho buys;
makes us provoked, cross, angry and
mad, until we wish that the wholo tribe
of 'lookers' could be turned, like Lot's
wife, into a pillar of salt, and we could
turn tho hose on it and put an end to
her forever."
Silver Prayer Books.
The average New York man, espe
cially the ono who does not attend ser
vices in a fashionable Episcopal church,
has been taught something that he
never knew before by tho General Epis
copal convention that was hold in New
York city recently. But unless he is
blessed with riches, his new-found in
formation will avail him nothing but
regret. In tho show windows of the
large manufacturing « lvcumithi during
Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months.
the entire session of the convention
there were displayed a dazzling collec
tion of prayer books and hymnals bound
in part or wholly in solid silver, quaint
ly fashioned and exceedingly rich in
design.
Tho best known manufacturer of this
line of goods exhibited his wares to a
correspondent of the Indianapolis News
the other morning and explained tho
growth of this peculiar industry.
. "We first began binding prayer books
in silver," he said, "about five years
ago. Since then wo have sold many
thousands of volumes. Wo buy tlxo
books from English firms. They are
remarkably strongly bound in leather,
handsomely printed and finely finished.
Then we mount them in metal. Here,"
he added, producing a prayer book and
hymnal bound together by a cover of
solid silver with a floral design of gold
in bas relief, "is a pretty triflo that
costs S2OO. Rather heavy, it weighs
over a pound, but it is neat and very
fashionable. No, wo havo not sold
many of this style, but of those that
run from forty to seventy-fivo dollars
wc havo had a large trade. Wo havo a
larg v style that weighs two pounds,
and is a marvel of skilful work, but wo
have not sold six copies in two years.
It is too haavy for practical use, but it
makes a beautiful parlor ornament. The
little prayer books that come in leather
with silver corners and cdge3, fetch
from twelve to fifty dollars, and have
had a great run, both in and out of
town."
"What will you do with your old
stock now that the convention has made
some changes in the text?"
"Those that aro bound in leather and
silver will not be changed save by the
introduction of a single leaf noting the
convention's changes. But those that
are bound wholly in silver are all right.
The books can be slipped out of tho
silver covers and replaced by new edi
tions at a trifling cost, comparatively
speaking. It is now too lato to make
new stock for this winter's trade. Wo
will manage to get with thoso wo
havo in stock, and noxt year we will
come out with now books in newer and
more elegant bindings than have ever
been seen.''
New York's New Croton Aqueduct
From an article in tho Century, on
the above subject, we quote the follow
ing: "Compared with other tunnels,
the new aqueduct is easily at tho head
of all works of a like character in the
world. Tho cities of Chicago and
Cleveland aro each supplied with water
through tunnels extending out into a
lake. Toe first Chicago tunnel is 5 feet
in diameter and 10, 567 feet long. The
second tunnel is 7 feet in diameter and
31, 490 feet long. The Cleveland tun
nel is only 5 feet in diameter and 66(31
feot long. All of these tunnels were
laid in comparatively soft materials.
The Baltimore water supply includes a
rock tunnel, twelve feet in diameter and
seven milos long, and is lined with
brick-work for about tw > miles. The
old Roman aqueducts wero several ol
them longer than tho Croton Aqueduct,
but thoy were all very small, and were
merely masonry conduits a few
feet in diameter. Tao Liver
pool water supply is conveyed by an
aqueduct about twice as lono
as the Croton Aqueduct, but it is mainly
a surface aqueduct, there being only »
little tunnel-work. A portion of the
aqueduct is merely a pipe line. The
supply is from a reservoir, formed like
that at Croton or at Sodom, by building i
a dam across a narrow gorge in a valley 1
among tho mountains in Wales. The
dam is larger than that at Sodom, being
136 feet high, while that at Sodom is
only 78 ttl. Compare! with the pro
posed dam it will be small, a3 the new
dam is to be over 200 feet high, and
will be the highest dam in the world.
Tho aqueduct tunnel, when compared
with railroad tunnels, is a little smaller
in diameter than the three most famous
tunnels, hut is very much longer. Tho
Iloosac Tunnel is only 24.000 feot long, '
tho Mount Cenis is 8 miles lorni, and
I
the St. Gothard 9j miles long, while
the new Croton Aqueduct, as wc havo
seen, is nearly 30 miles long."
IB
Looking Ahead.
Mrs. Oabb (hostess,) —Your littlo son
doesn't appear to haveniuch appetite.
Mrs. Oadd—No, he is quite deli- i
cate.
Mrs. Gabb—Can't yon think of any
thing you would like, my littlo man? j
Little Man—No, 'm. You see, mom !
miidc mo eat a hull lot lie fore we started,
»o 1 wouldn't tn iko a pig of myself.—
NO. 14.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
Sir John Lubbock has just discovered
that the death rate iu London is 16*
per 1000 as against 17J in other En
glish cities.
The fact has been pointed out that in
the organs of the electric fish the elec
tricity is not already formed, but that
it is produced at the will of the animal.
A grocer in Jersey City, N. J., had
been complained of to the county board
of health for selling sunburned pota
toes. The complainant alleged that
such potatoes are poisonous.
Gon. Low Wallace, the author of
"Ben Ilur," has invented a stoel rail
road cross tie which, if it is as success
ful as the inventor claims it will b.:, will
revolutionize raiiroal construction.
A big ka'eidoscopc which revolves
for several minutes for the benefit of
the person who drops a nic kel in tho
slot with which it is provided is tho
latest production in this prolific lino.
Tho oldest medical work, an Egyp
tian papyru? dating from 1500 years or
more beforo Christ, and containing pre
scriptions then old. has been translated
by George Ebers, the O 'rman novelist.
Tho increased binding power of ce
ment due to tho addiiion of sugar is
thought to bo due more to mechanical
than chemical cumos, as sugar retards
j rather than accelerates tho sotting of tho
J cement.
A further step toward tho artificial
| production of the diamond has been
made by passing an electric current
through carbon electrodes in a coll con
taining lino white sand and electrolyte,
the whole being under considerable
pressure.
While all races havo a general simi
larity in the proportion of the height of
the head to tho wholo body, the yellow
races have comparatively "high" heads.
Women, moreover, in all races, other
things being equal, havo higher heads
than men.
Experinn nts roccntly made in Prancv
with a ro iisTovering the vitality
of trichina; show that even when ex
posed to a temperature of 20 degrees
to 25 degrees below zero for about two
hours the little animals become as lively
as ever on a return to normal temper
ature.
Fish-meat, according to Professor
Atwaters researches, does not contaiu
more phosphorus than ordinary butch
er's moat. Tho benefit which brain
workers are said to derivo from a diet
of fish should therefore ba ascribed, not
to the phosphorm, but to the greater di -
gestibility of the fish.
Aluminum is developing its value in
another field of usefulness—the manu
facture of ship plate. A plate in which
ten per cent, of it is -used possesses
great strength, will take a high polish,
and is absolutely proof against the
corroding action of sea-water and the
adherence of barnacles, sea grass, and
other similar matter. Gun-barrels made
of this alloy will not rust.
Tho native Egyptian is an extremely
good subject for surgical operation.
Clot Bey, the founder of modern medi
cine in Egypt, has it that "it requires
as much surgery to kill one Egyptian
as seven Europcaus. In the native
hospitals, the man whose thigh has
been amputated at two o'clock is sitting
up and lively at six.'' Shock is almost
entirely unknown, and drea 1 of an im
pending operation quite an exception.
Professor G. Frederick Wright, of
Oberlin College, has a small flint-stone
idol, recently brought up by a sand
pump near Boisa City, Idaho, from a
depth of 320 feet boneath tho surface of
the earth. lie and many other scien
tists think it is the oldest mark of
human lifo that has yet been discovered;
and believe it to be the work of the
antediluvian man. It shows its great
age by the peculiar coating of au oxide
of iron that covers it.
She Wanted lo Gel Even.
The following seems to the latest
"thing one would rather havo left un
said." A pi mist recently spent tlie
evenin<» at the houfe of a ladv. Tho
company was agreeable, and he stayed
somewhat late. As he rose to take his
departure tho ladv said:
"Pray, don't g> yet, Mr. Jones; I
want you to play something for me."
"O i, yon must exeme mo tonight; it
is very late, and 1 should disturb tho
neighbors."
"Never min 1 the neighbors," an
jwered tho young lady "thej
joi%->nod < ur dug yesterday."