SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W. M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. VIII. The Louisville Times is authority for the statement that nine out of ten crimi nals are bow-legged. The Judge-Advocate-General, of New "York, has decided that the militiamen cannot be compelled to attend divine service. The New Orleans Timet-Democrat as serts, that of the 988 colleges, with their 150,000 students, registered at Washing ton, two-thirds now open their doors to women. ______ The Chicago Sun reports, that San Antonio, Texas, is the objective point ol a good many capitalists, who see in the immense water-power near it, immense capabilities for cheap manufacturing. In addition to this, natural gas has been ound in paying quantities, and will be piped to the city. The Italian Prime Minister, Signor Crispi, recently gave most extraordinary evidence in the Chamber of Deputies of his superstition regarding the evil eye. Signor Imbriani, having alluded to Signot Crispi's life as necessarily terminable, tho latter fumbled in his pocket, drew out one of tho horn-shaped pieces of cora 1 used in Naples as a counter spell against the "jettatura," and openly pointed it at the speaker. The London StatUt, a recognized statistical authority, places the present annual production of silver in the world at 130,000,000 ounces, and presents the following estimate of the average annual cousureption: Used in the arts .... 20,000,000 oz Used for European nd other taken coinages ....... 20,000,000 oz. Taken for India 30,000,000 oz. Taken for China, Japan .md the East 10.000,000 oz. Purchased by United States Government 30,000,000 oz. Total 110,000,000 oz. The fact that many of the natives of Nice are dying of consumption proves very clearly, observes the New York News, the deleterious effect of the residence of pulmonary patients in any place. It is only within the last few years that science has demonstrated the deadly character of the expectoration and the breath of consumptives. Many have flouted this, but the remarkable number of deaths on the Riviera, which has always been noted for its healthfulness, goes far to bear out the theory of the experts. As Nice, Mentone, San lie mo and other places on the Riviera depend almost wholly upon tourists for their support it will be impossible for them to bar the class which brings them in so much coin. It is a literal case of life and death for them. Few people are aware of the enormous expense incurred in taking the census. The population of the United States in 1790 amounted to 3,920,214, and the cost of the census was $44,377. This represents a cost per capita of 1.12 cents In 1880 the population amounted to 50,155,782, and the cost of the census was $5,802,752, showing a cost per capita of 11.75 cents, more than ten times the cost per capita of the census of 1790. The amount appropriated for the census of 1890 is §0,000,000, exclusive ol printing, engraving and binding, to be expended in gathering so much varied information. Ileucc the eleventh census must be considerably more expensive than the tenth census. The number of volumes in the census of 1880 were twenty-four, as compared with one vol ume in the census of 1790. Ida Lewis, the heroine of Lime Rock Lighthouse, who has saved the lives ol so mauy persons, receives irom the Gov ernment a salary of >s7so a year and twe tons of coal. When her father became paralytic she was made custodian of the light for life. In appreciation of her heroic efforts in saving live 3 she has a gold medal from the United States Treas ury Department, three silver meuals from the State of Khode Island, one from the Humane Society of Massachusetts and an other from the New York Life-Saving Association. It was in 1809 that Gen eral Grant presented her the splendid life boat Rescue, which she now has. James Fisk, Jr., built a boat-house for it and also sent the heroine a silk flag made by Mrs. McFarland, of New York. Mis* Lewis is a member of Sorosis, and was presented a gold brooch by that organ ization. She also has a number of valua ble articles from private individuals, and a token that she much appreciates was a keg of maple sugar and a box of oatmeal from a poor man io the West. SYCAMORES IN BLOOM. Like flame-wingM harps the seed bloom* lie Amid the shadowy sycamores. The music of each leaflet's sigh Thrills them continually. The small harps of the sycamores. Small birds innumerable find rest And shelter 'midst the sycamores. Their songs (of love in a warm soft neat) Are faintly echoed east and west By the red harps o' the sycamores. Tho dewfall and the starshine make Amidst the shadowy sycamores Sweet delicat" strains; the gold beams shake The loaves at morn, and swift awake The small harps of the sycamores. O sweet Earth's music everywhere. Though faint as in the sycamores; Sweet when buds burst, birds pair: Sweet when as thus there wave in the air The red harps of the sycamores. William Sharp, in Harper. A PRISONER OF WAR, BY HEI.EN FORREST GRAVES. "There she comes now," cried Kitty Coram, standing on tiptoo to peep over the great gate in front of the old brick house. And Georgie, her elder sister, came flying up the snowy path, with cheeks like roses, brown eyes that sparkled mer rily, and a huge, flat parcel under her arm. "Do I look like the town carrier?" she demanded, jubilantly. "Oh, I have run so fast from the train, to ggt into the wood-path before the grand sleigh from Ormjstan Hall overtook me. I can't bear Mrs. Ormistan to put up her eye-glasses at mo and drawl out, 'How do you do, ma dcah? How's your deah awnt?" "Well, Georgie, what luck?" "Oil, splendid," the new arrival breathlessly responded. "Seven yards of three-inch deep embroidery on white merino. And we're to get a dollar a yard, if it suits." "Seven dollars!" repeated Kitty. "A deal of money, isn't it? But how we shall have to work for it!" "It's a world of work," responded the elder girl, clapping her cold hands to re store tho circulation and making haste to unfasten the collar of her black cloth coat. "How nice the fire looks. Just like a picture. AVhat a blessing it is that our wood doesn't cost us anything!" "Oh, by-the-way," said Kitty, "old Gilos wanted to chop down the big,black oak tree next." "What! The big one on tho edge of the swamp? To cut it down! Is he a Goth, or a Vandal?" "Just what I said. It's the only tree in the neighborhood that has mistletoe growing all over it. I wouldn't lose that beautiful old tree for a hundred dollars!" "Neither would I," said Georgie,drily. "Especially as I don't know of anybody who would offer us a hundred dollars for it." Just at that moment, by one of those strange coincidences which are more common in this world thau people have any idea of, old Jane, the rheumatic servant, came hobbling to the door. "Does Auuty Anne want us, Jane?" cried eager Gcorgie. "I'm going to her directly." " 'Tnin't your aunt, miss," said Jane. "It's Mr. Miles, the footman, from Ormistan Hall." Georgie turned, with glittering eyes, to her sister. "I told you so," she whispered. "We're going to be invited, after all, to the party." "And he says," droned on Jane, "his missus wants to know what you'll take for all the dark-green shiny leaves— mistletoe, you calls 'em, doesn't you?— on the big swamp oak. They want it for decorations." A sudden change passed over Georgie's face, such as comes across a landscape when the sun retires behind a cloud. Kitty froze visibly also. "Tell Mr. Miles, from Ormistan Hall," said Georgie, "to givo my compliments —Miss Coram's—to his mistress, and say that the mistletoe is not for sale." Old Jane withdrew. Georgie and Katy stood looking at each other. "Oh, Gcorgie,"said the younger,"did you want so much togo? But I told you how it would be; they never had the least idea of inviting us. We don't be long to the enchanted circle." "Yet they brought Colonel Hay here in wild strawberry time to spend the day down by the Moss Rocks," said Georgie, in a slightly tremulous voice. "And they always bring picnic parties here in summer togo over the old house and row on our lake." "We are a convenience," said Kitty. "We are not on Miss Ormiston's regular visiting list." "But I did think that Colonel Hay would have called, after all he said that day," softly murmured Georgie. "And so he would, you may be very sure," said Kitty, "if Dorinda Ormiston would have let him. She's a deal too politic Georgie dear, to let him contrast her thirty-year-old complexion and pale-blue eyes with your roses and spar kles." "Well, it doesn't matter much now," said Georgie, mournfully. "I dare say he has forgotten us—there's no earthly reason why he should'nt. Now I must go up to Aunty Anne's and tell her all my adventures in New York." For old Miss Coram sat up in hei room, neatly embroidering flannel foi 1 an order from the South. A lady bore I and bred, yet she saw no degradation in these bread-earning tasks. LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 22, 1890. "It's hard on the girls," said the. "For their sakes, I could wish that the i Corams had retained somewhat of their 1 old prosperity. But for an old woman ■ like me, it doesn't 'matter." Meanwhile, at Ormistan Hall, Miss Dorinda was superintending the decora tions of the great saloon parlor, which was to be made a dancing-room of, on the occasion of the impending ball. "Spruce boughs and hemlocks are all very well in their way," said she, "but how I do wish I'd thought, when I was in New York this morning, to get some of that lovely, shadowy mistletoe tho vendors were selling on Fourteenth street I" "It comes horridly dear I" said Mrs. Ormistan, with the offending lorgnette held up to her eyes. "But the effect is so lovely I" "Mistletoe!" repeated Colonel Hay, who was half-way up a stepladder, draping a United States flag over the doorway. "Why, I saw a whole tree full as we drove from the station. I could easily get it for you." "Could you?" Miss Ormistan's palo eyes glistened. "But we couldn't think of troubling you?" "It wouldn't be tho least troublo in tho world," said tho gallant cavalier. "I'm a regular cat for climbing." "Yes, but Mrs. Ormistan began, when sho was checked by a glance from her daughter, who afterward explained her policy. "Let him get it, mamma," said fair Dorinda, "it will keep him from flirting with tho Fairlie girls, and give him something to do. And he isn't supposed to comprehend how disobliging the Co ram's are. For all he knows, the tree is in our woods; and the mistletoe will produce such an effect against the pink gray walls!" So Colonel Hay went foraging, with blithe step and careless whistle, little knowing what he did. "I wonder," ho mused to himself, as he strode along, "whereabouts those pretty Miss Coiams live? It was some where in this direction that Miss Dorinda took me that summer day. I should like to call on them while I'm down at the Hall. That tallest Miss Coram had a face like the Sistine Madonna. I've al- ivays secretly wished to see it again. [ do hope they'll be at Dorinda's party. Halloa! here's my old mistletoe tree, and ;he ladder lying under it, too. Well, 1 should do discredit, to my school-boj training if I couldn't climb any tree go. ng under such conditions as thin!" Ijike a squirrel he sprang up tho lad r ler and made his way into tho uppa soughs of the tree, clipping bunch afta junch of the lovely green parasite fron ;he honry-gray trunk and flinging then lown on the frozen surface of the snov oelow. It was a most fascinating business, fo jven as he climbed, some still mori :empting cluster gleamed higher up. The sun, red and round as an orange poised itself for a second on the serratei jdge of the woods, and then ritppe iown, leaving a warm glow where, bu flow, tho level light had streamed—and Umost in an instant, as it were, the who! landscape seemed steeped in a sober pui pie. "It's growing dark," said Coloni Hay, to himself. "I believe I'd bettt come down." At the same moment a clear, fres young voice—a mezzo-soprano of tl most approved type—called scornful out: "I've caught you, have I? A thief! wonder Miss Ormistan could countenan such a contemptible action as this! Wh do you know I could put you in jail 112 this? Stealing my mistletoe in broi daylight! But I won't have you arrestee I'll simply teach you a lesson. You m stay up in that tree and consider it, your leisure, until I get ready to let yi como down." And, balancing the ladder lightly her strong, young shoulder, Qeorj Coram walked off with the ease and coi posure of a nineteenth century Amaze leaving the gallant colonel transfixed wi dismay. "It's tho Madonna I" he said to hi self. "I'd know that face anywhere and the sweet, full voice! What d< she mean? I can't be trespassing, Miss Ormistan would have warned me. it a joke? or does she really mean leave me up here to freeze to death? too far to jump, and I don't dare tor a slide down the trunk. Well, thei no help for it—l must just wait h until assistance arrives on the scene, pretty predicament! Whew! how west wind shrieks across the frozen la Going to teach me a lesson is she? W I'm learning it!" "Oh, Georgie, how could you!" rr the more pacific Kitty, wnen she he her sister's tale of triumph. "Why poor man will freeze!" "He needed heroic treatment," Georgie, her brown eyes shining m fully. "The idea of his daring to our beloved mistletoe!" "But I dare say he only obeyed Ormistan'B orders!" pleaded Kitty. "Then he must take the conseq ces," retorted Cteorgie. "But it isg ing awfully, awfully cold since sui and if you'll go with me, Kitty, I'll the ladder back and let him come d< Bee how bright the moon is shining] will be a regular adventure!" "Poor Milos!" said Kitty, laugl "He'll have the worst kind of a rhe tism to-morrow." "I didn't think of that," said per Georgie. And, standing under the tree , called out io her sweet soprano vok " Miles! Miles! here's tne ladder I Yon nay come down now. I trust that this lttle incident may make an impression aj you in the future I" Slowly the culprit descended. "And, Miles," added Georgie, as his fnd the limits of the Ormistan prop cty. All the same, I'm sure I beg prdon if I've been trespassing." "It's—Colonel—Hay!" shrieked Geor ge- "Yes, that's my name," said the gal kit officer. Georgie would have fled promptly frorc tb scene, but more self-possessed Kittj dtained her by main force. l lMy sister is under a misapprehen smi," explained she. "She supposed yov wqe Miss Ormistan's footman; and th< trj is really ours, and we have declined tolct Miss Ormistan gather the mistle to." •And oh, I'm so sorry!" falterec Gsrgie. "What must you think o: ml" 'That you've done exactly right," said Ctonel Hay, melting visibly under th< trobled light of the lovely hazel eyes "112 course I was the trespasser, and Ide sered all I got—and—and—" 'But you are shivering," cried Georgie "h, what have I done!" 'Perhaps," suggested the artful Colo nt, "if you would allow me to wait hoe with you and get a little warm—' 'Oh!" buttered Georgie, her color va rjig enchantingly in the moonlight, "ii yc. only would. Then I should know thj you had forgiven me." olonel Hay went back to tho old brjc house with the two girls and sat in thorangc glow of the great hickory logi anovas introduced to Aunty Anne, and drtk more coffee and enjoyed him selthoroughly. And when he returnee to rmistan Hall he carried all the clus terof mistletoe with him, as a present to (iss Dorinda. Hut you'll never, never tell her how cWlfully I behaved?" pleaded Georgie. 'Never!" asserted the Colonel. "You promiser' urgert ueorge. "I promise," reiterated the colonel. Miss Dorinda thought his prolonged )sence very strange. She thought it ill stranger when the colonel strolled /er to the Coram place the next day, id the next, and still the next. "I—do—believe—he's falling in lovj ith that insignificant little countrj rl!" said she, with a black cloud on hei irehead. As for Georgie, she could scarcely nderstand what it all meant. "After my leaving him to perish witt old that night," said she, with carmint of harvest happens to be in the light o the moon, but this season was the for tunate exception.— Barber County Index Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. Ventilating fans for passenger cars are now operated by electricity. A syndicate of Illinois capitalists has bought 100,000 acres of manganese lands in Arkansas. Cleveland, Ohio, will push its tunnel under the lake two miles farther, at a cost of $35 per foot. There are at least 100,000 acres of phosphate rock scattered through the western part of the State of Florida. Turkish engineers say that the river Euphrates might be made navigable the year round by an expenditure of SIOO,- 000. South Dakota has a 1500-foot well six inches in diameter, throwing 400 gallons of water a minute. There are in that region wells 3000 feet deep. Out in Nevada telegraph poles in low places, where water stands in winter, are said to have taken root and are covered with foliage. The poles are cottonwood and were planted with the bark on them. Electricians say there are more inqui ries for electrical roads at this time than ever before known. One of the lead ing electric car companies has found it necessary to withdraw all its advertising, on account of the rush of orders. Overhead electric wires should never, says Herr Stcrnens, have more than 500 volts pressure; underground conductors, with transformers, no more than 2000 volts. The transformers and conductors should, however, be tested up to 5000 volts. Experiments made in Sweden by M. Sandberg on the strength or metal rails during winters liavo shown that steel rails containing over four per cent, of carbon are apt to break in cold weather. In fact, the result of bis investigations points to the use of rails having less car bon than this—say, three per cent. —in countries as cold in winter as Norway and Sweden. Many of the substances usually ap plied for the purpose of rendering fab rics incombustible change the color of the material or stiffen it so much that its usefulness is considerably impaired. An easy and safe way of protecting cur tains and mosquito netting against fire is to steep them in a solution of phorphate of ammonia, obtained by mixing a pint of water with about three ounces of phos phate. The color and texture of tho fabric remains unaltered. Experiments have been made at Havre, France, with the luminous buoy of M. Dubois. The buoy emits the light (which is produced by phosphuret of calcium) on reselling the water, and as it is very powerful, the sea is illuminated for a considerable distance around. Spectators in the lighthouse at Havre saw the glare distinctly at a point two and a half miles away, and it can be seen for over five miles. Experiments are also to be made in lighting the chan nel of the Seine from the Amfard bank to where the dykes commence, by means of decked boats with masts over six feet high, on which lights are to be mounted. Antiquity of the Spanish Merino. The Romans wore nothing but woolen goods. They had no cotton; they had a little linen, which was worn as a material of luxury : they had no silk. They cul tivated the sheep with great care, and some of their richest possessions were in sheep. But there was one breed of sheep which they cultivated with great care, and by that system of selection which Darwin speaks of sis the source of perfected form of our domestic animals. It was called Tarentinc sheep, from Tar entum, a city of Greek origin, situated at the head of the Tarentum Gulf. The fleece of this sheep was of exceeding fineness, it was of great delicacy, aud the price paid for it was enormous. The sheep were clothed in cold weather to keep them warm; and the result was that they were tender, and their wool was very fine. They were a product of Greek civilization transmitted down to the Romans. Columella, the great Roman agriculturist, says that his uncle, residing in Spain, crossed some of the fine Tarentine sheep with some rains that had been imported from Africa, and the consequence was that these animals had the whiteness of fleece of the father with the fineness of fleece of the mother, and that race was per petuated. Here we see an improvement of the stock, an increase of strength and productiveness given to the fine wool sheep of Spain. At that time the sheep of Spain was of immense value; for Strabo says that sheep from Spain, in the time of Tiberius, was carried to Rome, and sold for the price of a talent ($1000) a head. In the time of our Saviour, SIOOO was given in Rome for Spanish sheep. When the barbarians inundated Italy, these fine-wool sheep were all swept away; but they remained in Spain. They were cultivated by the Moors in the mountains of Spain, which were almost inaccessible, and not reached by the hordes of Huns and other northern bar barians, which had laid waste the greater portion of the Roman possessions. They continued to be nourished there by the Moors, who very much advanced in arts, and further on were found there as the Spanish Merino. So that the Spanish Merino, which we now have, if not the only, is at all events by far the most im portant relic that wo have to-day which has come down to us from Greek and Roman material civilization. We have here a direct inheritance from the ma terial wealth of the Old World civiliza tion.—New Qrleant Timet-Democrat. NO. 45. TELLING THE BEES. In a corner of the garden, on a lazy after noon, We heard the bees a-humming (every one was out of tune), And we watched the busybodies as they cir cled 'bout their hives, And we envied them the happiness and sweet ness of their lives; rhere was no one near to hear us, there was no one near to see, Except a bird which sang its prettiest for Rosalie and me And the bees. ; 'There is something I must tell you/' I began in notes forlorn, "And I want so much to tell you ere we part to-morrow morn." To gain fresh courage now I sighod and waited for awhile, When on the face of Rosalie appeared a wicked smile; And she aimed at me this parting shot before she ran away— "lf you can not tell it mo why don't you try and tell it, pray, To the bees?" At dusk I sauntered over to the trysting place agaiH. "Tell the bees," I echoed slowly, while a reminiscent train — Myths and queer old legends of a superstitious day— Through a mem'ry unretentive coursed its bewildered way. Jubernntes says the Aryans held the boss in holy fear, Lest departed souls should in these little creatures reappear; And in his Georgics, Vigil, too—but then they only told The bees of death and trouble in those dark some days of old. And not of love; yet, should the tiuy insscts understand And start the wheel of fortune? I resolved to try my hand. Three times I softly rapped upon the hive just next to me. Three times I said, in accents low: "I love my Rosalie." Silence followed; than a rustle, then a voice in tones I knew, A human voice responded: "And your Rosalie loves you." I sprang and caught her, while my lips—but then you plainly see That what they said and did is known to Rosalie and me And the bees. —DeWitt C. Lock wood, in IKesi Shore. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Not so bad after all—Dessert. Gilt frames—Prison windows. Sound precautions—Fop; whistles. Come to think of it, the glacial period was the original pack age. Utica Her ald. Lying is wicked, but, thank goodness, it is not unfashionable.— Provultnce Tele gram. Give a man an inch and he wants a foot; give him afoot and he immediately begins to kick.— Atchison Globe. "Good morning, judge. How is your honor to-day?" "My honor is safe, but my digestion is very weak."— Puck. Tenderfoot—"Say, Mister, how far docs your claim extend?" Squatter— "As fur as I kin shoot."— Yankee Blade. First Passenger—"Are ye sick, Thom as?" Second Passenger (faintly)—"D'yo think I'm doing this for fun."— The Jester. A man whose wife's good looks were the only anchor for his love, says: "She is a thing of beauty, and a jaw forever." Yankee Blade. The man who finds music in a clar inet is doubtless of the opinion that Apollo was a tootle-ary divinity.— Washington Post. The man who lies swinging in a ham mock all day long can generally think up lots of schemes to keep other people busy.— Somerville Journal. Gauder—"llow do you account for the Milky Way?" Wittix—"l suppose the cow jumping over the moon had something to do with it."— Harper's Ba zar. There is some satisfaction in knowing that the man who spreads himself out over two seats of a horse car counted for only one in the census. Philadelphia Call. "How is business?" inquired a friend. "Slow," repeated the stockholder in the cemetery association. "But sure," he added, brightening up.— Chicago Tri bune. Funny, when a man puts on a high hat for the first time, he'll duck his head at a door casing that he couldn't reach with a step ladder.— Bitiyhamton Repub lican. Thin Old Man (cramped and cross) — "This car ought to charge by weight." Stout Woman (regarding him contemptu ously)—"lf they did, they'd never stop to pick you up." Judge—"Fellow, you arc condemned to death. Is there anything you would like to eat before you are executed?"— African Criminal—"Yes; the judge."— Fliegende Blaetter. Jones—"l want to have you under stand, gentlemen, that I stand on my merits!" Smith—"l should think you would lose your balance pretty often."— Burlington Free Press. Census Taker—"How old are you, madam?" Madam—"l've seen twenty- Sve summers." Census Taker—"How did you come to miss the other fifteen or twenty I"— Binqha-nton Leader