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.