SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W. M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. VIII. Tho Standard Oil Company indirectly controls about a dozen trusts, and is tho strongest and best managed trust that ever existed, asserts the Chicago Sun. It is estimated that the railroads of the United States lose 62,000,000 yearly by land-slides, $5,000,000 by floods, $1,000,000 by lire and 89,000,000 by collisions. llow far tho idea of using electricity as a street-car motor has progressed can be judged from tho fact that in a trade journal devoted exclusively to the street railways, one-third of tho articles re late to electricity and its application to street roads. Lovers of canned salmon should con gratulate themselves, thiuks the New York Mail and Expreti. In spite of the old idea that two good seasons for sal mon are never consecutive, the run in British Columbia this year is equal to that of last year, when it was the best ever known. "The transfer of Heligoland to Ger many is creating an amount of talk and excitement that is much greater," says the Chicago Jlerahl, "than the subject calls for. Every week some real estate dealer transfers a larger and more valua ble tract right in the city limits of Chi cago, and makes no noise about it at all." Policeman llenry llennerman, of Louisville,took a nap on his front porch. While ho was thus enjoying himself a thief came in at the front gate and stole tho officer's hat. Sueli an out rage filled Policeman Ilennennau with wrath. Ho provided himself with a pistol and again sat down upon the porch, placing anoth er hat upon a chair near him. Muttering vengeucc, he pretender to be asleep. Sure enough, ho did fa- asleep after a while, and the thief returned aud carried off the second hat and the pistol. Mr. llennerman is an ideal policeman, is the verdict of the facetious Chicago Herald. Tho New York Herald says: A "rail road in the Holy Land" has rather a jar ring sound. -'Five minutes for refresh ments at the Brook of Kedron," "Dinner in tho Valley of Jeliosaphat," "Break fast at Nazareth," "Tickets good for either Mount Zion or Mount Moriah." We presume these will soon be added to the cries now familiar to pilgrims over the sea. However, we shall in time be accustomed to it, aud the railroad will no more detract from the feeling of reverence with which we surround the Holy Land than from tho memories that belong to tho poetry aud traditions of Egypt, Rome and the Isles of Greece. From statistics produced in a valuable pamphlet by William Little it appears that tho amount of timber converted into lumber in Michigan, Wisconsin and Minnesota last year reached tho enor mous aggregate of 8,305,833,277 super ficial feet, exclusive of whito pine shingles, which, if added, would bring the total consumption up to 9,000,000,- 000 feet. Ruthless slaughter of that order not even the matchless and un limited forests discovered by Mr. Stanley in Africa could long survive. As a matter of fact the timbcrlauds of the Northwest are already practically ex hausted. Of 29,000,000,000 feet re ported by tho census of 1880 as then standing in lower Michigan only one tenth now remains; aud in tho three States there is estimated to be less than 10,000,000,000 feet. A clergyman writes as follows in the Chicago Advance: "Clerical hospitality is declining. The minister's house is no longer the stopping place of all ministers who pass his way. Possibly the change to both host and guest is in some respects desirable, yet in other respects it is un desirable. The virtue of hospitality may sometimes be a hard drain upon the narrow larder of the parsonage, but it does tend to promote that hearty fellow ship which ministers need and which they are glad to give and receive. Every one in Massachusetts knows the Rev. Daniel Butler, the agent of the Massa chusetts Bible Society, a man with such a reputation for wit that it must indeed be no small strain even for one who has so much ability to sustain the reputation. Mr. Butler tells me that fifty years ago there was hardly a parsonage in Massa chusetts that ho would not feel free to enter as an uninvited guest, but that now there is hardly a parsonage into which he would feel free togo without a special invitation. I confess that I rather mourn the old days of clerical ho»- pitality." TO HIM WHO WAITS. To him who waits amid the world's applause His share of justice, tolling day by day, All things will come now dim and far away To him who waits. To him who waits beyond the darkness drear The morning cometh with refulgent light; Bringing assurance of a day more bright; To him who waits. To him who waits, though tears may often, fall. And knees be bowed in sorrow and prayer, All grief will end, and everything be fair To him who waits. To him who waits and reaches out his hands To aid a toiler up life's beetling crags, Hurcease will come from every iU that Sags, To him who waits. To him who waits, and struggles not in vain To overcome the evils that abound Within his breast, sweet will tho victory sound To him who waits. To him who waits, there comes a wily throng, Who sneer and scofT, and look with baleful eyes, But what of them? They are but gnats and flies. To him who waits. To him who waits, there must be recompense For useful work, whatever may betide, A compensation reaching far and wide, To him who waits. To him who waits the stars are always friends. The restless ocean, and the nzuro sky, All things in nature speak and prophesy; To him who waits. To him who waits true love, will somo day come, And lay an offering at his blameless shrine. Life will be love, and love will bo divine, To him who waits. To l'.im who waits tho world will some day ' cheer. And sing his praise; Fame's mysterious gates Will open for him; heaven sooin more near, To him who waits. —Moses O. Shirley, in Boston Olobc. DICK RODNEY'S REVENGE. "Lord, let mo hnvc a chance to be re venged at Inst I" That wns whnt Dick Rodney said as ho turned from the door of tho sweetheart he had been thinking of during all tho long voyage just ended, with the news that she was married to another burning in his heart like a rod hot iron. She was a light, foolish thing, not worthy of a true man's love. But he had worshiped hex, and she hn " jilted l.im and married Ralph llolloway It was not a tale to tell,,a sorrow to seek sympathy for. Dick went back to sea aiinoodier man than he had been, and now and then he would say to some mate: "There's a fellow I'mboundito be even with some day." But lie never said why. lie felt himself bitterly am] shameful ly injured, and he felt sure that God would cast his enemy into his hands in the end. It seemed to him that it was not neces sary for him to seek it, but only to bide his time. Five years passed, and still ho said: "I wait." And one morning ho looked up and saw Ralph llolloway standing op posite him, and said to himself: "The time is coming." It had been very hard for Captain Palmer to find hands for that voyage. The Betsy Belle had met with many dis asters and"was counted unlucky. And the Captain was not likod. The crew was a rough one when it was made up, but here was Ralph llolloway coming to add himself to it. It was a curious fact, and one of which Dick Rodney was not aware, that Ralph had never known anything of Effie's engage ment to him. He had come home from a voyage, met a pretty girl at a party, spent his money in giving her presents, and oiTcred himself. He was a handsomer man than Dick, and being less prudent, seemed more generous. Effie accepted him, and left it to her mother to tell Dick the news on his return, quite conscience free. Ralph walked up to Dick, holding out his hand. "I've seen you before," he said. "You've forgotten me, I guess. I'm Ralph Hol' iway, of your own town." "Oh, I know you well onough." said Dick, without taking his hand. Odd ways arc not uncommon amongst sailors. Ralph said l to himself that Dick was crusty, and put his hand away in his pocket. "1 shouldn't wonder if you didn't know mo," he said. "I'm run down and mighty low in pocket, or I wouldn't have shipped with Captain Palmer. I've had pretty bad luck." "Have yout" said Dick. "And yet they say Old Nick never deserts his friends." 4 'l ain't made friends with him as I knows of," said Ralph. "About the time I married, I got a bit of money from grandfather, and bought a house and put my wife into i*.. We had a couple of babies, and' thii/gs seemed going on first rate. Then &went on an unlucky voyage, was shipwrecked, came hocae sick, and lay idle six months. I let my insurance run out—cause why? I couldn't pay it —and that week my home was burned down by a tramp I'd driv off the tilace. One of the children was badLv LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1890. burned—scarred for life—and the cow ■was roasted to a cinder. Then, you know, womin folk-ain't got much cour age, and Effie, that's my wife, kind of came down on me for my hard luck; and so, though I'm a sick man yet, I shipped to-day. I don't feel encouraged—l feel as if there was worse ahead of me." "Perhaps there is," said Dick to him self, feeling a fiendish delight in the thought that he would have Effle's hus band in his power on the high seas, with only a plank between him and death. Ho had not sought him out, he had come to hitn. There was fate in it. As he bent over a rope ho was splic ing, pretending to be very busy with it, Ralph talked on, and Dick felt sure that Effiie and her husband were not happy together. So much revengo he had al ready ! The thought cooled him more than any other could have dono. Later in the day he found himself sty ingthata man might well leave one who had wronged him to the justice of Heaven. That sooner or later he would find him self satisGcd. Among other thing 3 Ralph had said that: "Trouble and worry and short victuals had altered his wife from a pretty girl to a mighty plain woman." The words clung to Dick's mind—he could not forget them. He wondered if it were so. After this he saw very little of Ralph. It WHS in his power, being much the stronger of the two, to take advantage of any watch that they might keep together to throw him overboard, but the miserable life did not seem worth taking. The once prosperous young fellow was sick, hopeless, and forlorn; and one night, as Ralph panted over a hard task, to which he was not equal, Dick, yielding to some queer influence that came upon him, asked the Captain to let him take his place, change with him. "My work is easier done by a man short of breath," lie said. "Do as you please," the Captain re plied, gruffly. "That's a stupid iubber, anyhow. Sick fellows should stay a shore." Dick said: "Tliauk ye." And per formed Ralph's task. The poor fellow was grateful, and told the story of Dick's kind deed to every one. "When that asthma comes on me I'm no good," he said. "Ho saved my lifo that night." "I'm a fool 1" Dick said to himself, but he continued to be one. Instead of mak ing tho poor, sick fellow's lot harder, ho helped him in a thousand ways; and tho example being set, it got to be the fash ion to spare Ralph, to speak of him ns "That poor chap!" and favor him in cvr y way. ''Here's a fool for you," said Dick, as ho looked in his queer little round glass of a morning. "As big a fool assails." The voyage was not a lucky one. Tho Captain's ventures were not successful. He solaced himself with drink, and lay tipsy in his berth on the night when a storm, such as few live to tell of, broke over them. For two awful days tho wind and water did what they choose with the Betsy Belle. Then, in the worst of the tempest, they took to tho boats. As Dick, having helped to drag the tipsy Captain into one, was about to take his own place, a forlorn figure stretched out its nrms to him. In dumb show, for words could not be heard, it indicated it had hurt itself, and needed help to gain the boat. "Don't leave me," its hollow eyes said; "give mo a chance." The miserable thing was Ralph Hollo way, covered with blood, faint with pain and horror. Revengo, why, here it was offered to Dick. He could cast away those cling ing hands, jump into the boat, and leave the man who had stolen his sweetheart to his wretched death. He could look back as he left the ship, and see him in his misery stretching out imploring hands toward him. Yes, ho could. What lie did was to take the miserable being on his back, and risk his lifo to tumble him into the boat. "She's too full already," yelled oue man—"too full by a hanged sight 1" "It's tho sick one, mates 1" roared Pick. And when there was calm enough he tore his own garments to bind Hollo way's wounds. Storms do not last forever, but when the gale subsided and the scorching sun shone down, and they tossed about, knowing that the time must coma when biscuit-bag and water-keg and brandy flask must be empty—then came the worst horror of all. They doled the bis cuit out by crumbs, the water by drops, but even so it would not last forever. "Dick, good friend," said Ralph one day, "all I pray for is to live and see Effie, and ask her pardon for anything I've done wrong, She liked me, though she was touchy. She'll grieve if I leave her a widow, poor girl I" For awhile Dick sat silent and said nothing. It was the day on which they divided tho last of tho food. Two days after a man arose in the boat with a knife in his hand. "I won't starve for oue," he said. "One of us has got togo to save the rest;you're the one." He pointed straight at Ralph; there was frenzy in his eye. The others hauled him down. As yet they were not mad enough to join in a cannibal 'vast. But starvation was do ing its work. Dick kept stronger and clearer in mind than the rest. He watched the man who had wielded the knife. In the night he saw him creeping toward Ralph. A blow sent him sprawling; his comrades were aroused. "Why not?" they began to whisper. "They will kill me yet," moaned Ralph. "Effie will go crazy if she hears the story." Revenge! Why, it was offered to Dick in overflowing measure. And he put his strong, stout body between the miserable Ralph and thoso others and cried out: "Mates, we won't starve yet; I've kept something to the last. I've got a flask of whisky and six biscuits in my pocket. I kept them for the last moment, share aud share alike." The eager eyes turned on him—thoy allowed Dick to portion out the food. It was very little, but it meant that they would not starve that day. And each time they drank from the flash, Dick for bade himself half his own portion aud gave a larger allowance to Ralph; so with the biscuit also. Alas I when these were gone there was nothing more. Again fiends' eyes glared at Ralph. At last two cast back from their attack on him by Dick, clutched each other, and in a mad struggle went overboard. An other, quite insane, fancied he saw a feast spread near him, sprang toward it, and was gone. * Others slept nnd awakened no more. And now Dick aud Ralph were alone in the boat. "I shall never see Effie again," said Ralph. "Dick, good friend, if in my life I've ever done any harm that made any one want revenge on me, they have it when I think that. Oh! for just a look at her or a word from her." Dick bent over him and looked in his face. "Did you ever feel as if any one wanted revenge on you ?" ho asked. "I ain't aware of any cause for it," said Ralph. "But I've been as unlucky as if I was cursed since the day I married Effie." '! Lord bless you, Ralph," said Dick. "Aud if there is a curso may it be lifted." And as he spoke he raised his eyes and saw, where the water and tho heavens met, a sail. ♦ » * * » ♦ "I'd never have seen you again, Effie, but for this good friend," Ralph said. "He saved my life more than once." Effie had come to him in the hospital, where he was getting well, and found Dick at his side. "God bless him," said Effie. "I think lie's oue of thoso that would do good to folk that harmed him, and knew it was the best revenge he could have." "He's good enough for that," Ralph said, then Effie held out her hand to Dick. "God bless you," she said. "My children will pray for you every night for saving their father. And may you find a good, sweet wife, for you will make her a happy woman." She sighed, but there was a peacefu. look upon Dick's face as he said "Good bye," and left them forever. But Effle's hope was fulfilled, and happy love cam< to him before many days.— Family Stortj Paper. A Born Courtier. During a stay of Emperor William 1., of Germany, at the fashionable watering place at Ems that monarch paid a visit to a large orphan asylum and school that was under Government patronage. The presence of so distinguished a personage created quite a sensation in the establish ment. After listening with much inter est to tho recitations of several of the classes, His Majesty called to him a bright, flaxen-haired little girl of five ot six years of age, and, lifting her into his lap, said: "Now, my little fraulein, let me see how well you have beea taught. To what, kingdom does this belong?" And taking out of his pocket an orange, he held it up to her. The little girl hesitated a moment, and, looking timidly up into tho Empe ror's face, replied: "To the vegetable kingdom." "Very good, my little fraulein; and now to what kingdom does this belong?" Aud he drew out of his pocket a gold piece and placed it on the orange. Again the liitle girl hesitated, but soon replied: "To the mineral kingdom." "Better and better," said the Empe ror. "Now look at me and say to me to what kingdom I belong." At this question thero was an ominous silence among the teachers and visitors who were listening with much interest to the royal catechism. Could she make any other reply that "to the animal kingdom?" The little girl hesitated long, as if perplexed as to what answer she would give. Was tho Emperor an animal? Her eyes sought those of her teacher and her schoolmates. Then she looked up into the eyes of the aged Em peror, and, with a half-startled, fright ened look, as if she were evading the question, replied: "To the kingdom of heaven." An Irory Knee Joint. Professor Gluck, of London, recently performed a remarkable and successful operation. He removed from one of his male patients a diseased knee joint and inserted an artificial substitute made from ivory. The patient has uow left his bed. Ho walks with perfect ease and says that his ivory knee joint is convenient and comfortable in every way.— PitUburg Ditpatch. ( Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. Fireproof paper is now being manu factured. Magnetism is now proposed for over coming scale in boilers. A mountain of sandstone suitable for grindstones is reported nino miles from Grant's Pass, Oregon. At Deer Island, in Columbia County, Oregon,a vein of sand stone, estimated to be 200 feet in depth,has been discovered. Mexican onyx is a form of stalagmite, and its colors are formed by oxides of metals in the earth over the caves through which calcareous water passes. A claim has now been made by Pro fessor Braun, of Tubingen, that he can produce electricity direct from mechani cal work, and he is now at work on tho construction of a practical generator on this principle. The rapidity with which flies pass through the air is not likely to bo ap preciated by those who see only with what apparent ease they do it. Flics will keep up with a fast horse, and that, too, without lighting on him. A report comes from the West of the discovery of a process by which iron ore can be so softened by the concentrated rays of an arc light as to be worked with a comparatively small amount of labor. If this discovery is confirmed, it may lend to a considerable modification of the present modes of treating ores. Professor Boys, in a communication to the Royal Society, England, on measure ments of the hoat of the moon and stars by means of his radiomicrometer, gives an account of a test with a candle at 250.7 yards distance, which gave a de flection of thirty-eight milimcters. In other words, this instnnnent would show the heat of a candle at 1.71 miles dis tance. The most important occurrence at the international medical congress in Berlin was the reading of a paper by Dr. Koch, the famous practitioner and investigator, on tho tuberculosis bacillus, which he claims is the cause of pulmonary con sumption. He announced that lie has discovered a substitute which is capable of killing the bacillus and curing the disease. Some years ago Plateau mado experi ments which showed that eyeless myrio pods can distinguish between daylight and darkness, their skin being sensative to light. Eyeless maggots are also sensi tive to light. M. Uaphael Dubois has re cently studied the perception of luminous radiations by the skin, as exemplified by the blind Proteus of the grottoes of Car niola. By a number of experiments up on this animal, which is a salamander with persistent gills, Dubois demon strates that the sensibility of its skin to light is about half of the sensibility of its rudimentary eyes, and further that this sensibility varies with the color of the light emploved, being greatest for vellow light. Likes Ihe Sting of the Bee. Some obstiuate men will say "No, thank you," to the most disinterested propositions for their welf . Dr. O'Neill, of Lincoln, as he tells in this week's has a friend wis >udtires the sting of the honey bee withft, flinch ing. In fact, ho rather likes* 1 it. He keeps bees for pleasure, and tfie bees, for their pleasure or n f ' 'ii , often sting him. Ho now, ), believes him self sting-proof. Tfie tiny wound that used to produce severe pain in former days causes now "only a little pleasurable sensation." He is still unfortified against the wasp. Stung by one of those for midable insects a short time ago, Dr. O'Neill's friend had sufferings acute and prolonged. But it might be, says Dr. O'Neill, that after a few repetitions the sting of the wasp might cease in him to produce its stinging effects. So he has suggested to his friend that "for the sake of science ho should take the matter up and thoroughly investigate it, in order that he might discover whether he could not also fortify himself against the pain caused by the sting of the wasp." This, says the doctor, with whose disap pointment the public will no doubt sym pathize, the friend "declined to do, his thirst for science not being sufficiently great to induce him to have any further intercourse with the wasp if he could help it."— London Newt. Duels of German Students. Tho usual length of the duel among the German students is ten minutes fot freshmen and a quarter of an hour for seniors, unless an artery is cut. Then the fight comes to an end at once, if the doctor judges the wound to be sufficient ly serious, and the party who inflicts the wound is the victor. After the wounds have been dressed a reconciliation is ef fected; the former enemies leave the place friends. Indeed, the duels are not often the outcome of personal animosity. The superfluous energy which in England and America is worked off in outdooi sports, in rowing, cricket or baseball, here finds its only outlet in the duel. If these duels were always harmless one could dismiss them with a laugh, as only one other form of the inevitable and even enviable folly of youth. But unfor tunately there is another sido to the pic ture. Sometimes the duel is the result of a deep and deadly hatred, and then it is fought out even to the death. The comparatively harmless schlager is dis carded, and in its place the pistol or tho 6aber is substituted. No silly child's play here, but grim and wicked earnest. «—JUudrated American. NO. 51. WHEN DAY IS DONE. When day is done and down the steep Of rote-hued sky the shadows creep. To nestle where the valley fair Smiled through noon's sheen of snnbrlgM air. And wrap the drowsy folds in sleep- Then does a solemn essence sweep Athwart the sool and vigil keep, As faithful mourners keel in prayer, When day is done. In that strange hush, dear God, we weep Our shattered hopes and blindly reap The scattering grain, the wealth of tare, That meets our hand. In weak despair We seek thy throne, as wayworn sheep, When day is done. —Josephine Puctt Spoonta. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Have the Boor—Rugs. Pie-rates—Ten cents a slice. Always takes the bouse by storm—the cyclone. The crow doesn't fly from a cornfield without caws. A church bell, like truth, should not be tolled At all times. Conscience is that within us that tells us when our neighbors arc doing wrong. Naturally a fellow is quite upset if his best girl throws him over.— Detroit Free Preaa. The expert manicure generally has con siderable "work on hand."-— Tonkera Gazette. Druggists, however prosperous, always do business on a small scale.— Lawrence American. The busy little bee works by the job, but he docs just as good work as if he labored by the day. Ilis Mother—"What are you doing out there iu the rain?" Tlio Terror—"Get tin* wet."— Atlanta Journal. Life is full of compensations. When the husband is out all night the lamp is not.— Terrc Haute Express. "Oh, I wish I'd been a man," cried Mrs. Bjonson. "I wish to heaven you had!" retorted Mr. Bjonsou.— Epoch. "It fills the bill," remarked the ban tam pullet when she picked up a large and juicy grasshopper. Washington Star. "Why, Adolphus, what is the matter? Why do you tremble so?" "My best girl just 'shook' me."— Dinghamton Jie publican. When the butler begins to brag of his honesty it is time to fall on his neck — and feel for the spoons in his coat-tail pocket.—ff/woA. "I guess I'm n Jonah," remarked the small boy who hid been punished. "It seems to be mv luck to got whaled right along."— Wa»\ington Pout. "No; I can't say that I want the earth," mused the freight car tourist. "About three-quarters of it is water, and that I ain't got no use for." The man who says he is going to get there, and don't you forget it, makes more noise about it than the mau who is actually there.— Atchison Globe. Why is it that a woman, When she becomes mother-in-law, Though she may have been sweet as sugar, At once learns to jabber and jaw? —Lawrence American. Teacher (lo class) —"In this stanza what is meant by the line, 'The shades of night were falling fa3t'?" Bright Scholar—"The people were pulling down the blinds." Bachelor—"Ned, how would you de fine a love letter?" Benedict—"A love letter is a thing that ten years afterward you generally wish you hadn't written." —Somerville Journal. "I don't believe in allowing domestics to get the upper hand. I make my serv ant keep her place." "You are lucky. Ours never does for more than three weeks."— American G roccr. "You are not the young lady to whom I give lessons,"said the piano-teacher. "No; the young lady to whom you give lessons is sick, and she sent me to prac tice for her."— Boston Courier. Tippit—"Look at that tramp going by. lie's a corker, eh?" Wag well— "Judging from that ruby on his frontis piece I should say he was more inclined to be an un-corker." — Gazette. THE GAME OF LIFE. Existence is honey and cake to a few. But with most of us life is a scuffle. And ere with the game we are iinally through. Though do our keen best to be brought into view. We And we are lost in the shuffle. —Chicago I'osC. A body servant, newly engaged, pre sented to his master a pair of boots, the leg of one of which was much longer than the other. "How comes it, Patrick, that these boots are not of the same length?" "I ralv don't know, sir; but what bothers me most is that the pair downstairs are in the same fix."— Whito Mountain Echo. Coagulating Rubber-Milk. By a new process, the rubber in tho milk collected from the India rubber trees, is now coagulated instantaneously. The operation is so simple that any nativo can carry it out at the foot of the tre# which ho has l>een bleeding, and thus, instead of carrying large cans of milk of great weight, and entailing great loss on the way, he simply curries in the sack solid rubber, which, on his arrival at camp, can at once be prepared for the market and shipped — New York Dit pateh.
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