SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W. M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. Statistics show that 20,000 females arc arrested yearly in New York City. The si. '"ment is made that England has lost three hundred millions dollars in South American investments. Of the 3000 breweries is the United States, foreigners have secured about sixty, representing something over forty companies. Activity is the order of the day in the iron and steel mills of the country, and new works and improvements are being added rapidly to the present facilities. Ex-Assistant Postmaster-General Clark son said recently: "The State of Wash ington has more coal than Pennsylvania, more pine than Maine, and more fish than Massachusetts." Our gain in population for the decade from 1880 to 1890 is 13,000,000, a mil lion for each of the original States. "Who says thirteen is an unlucky num ber?" exclaims the Washington Star. A correspondent of the London Specta tor claims that by a mere suggestion of age he cau make a hypnotized youth sud denly look old, to the extent of his face muscles "falling in,"and the "hue of age" overspreading it. It is stated that the Church of Eng land has raised and expended over $176,- 000,000 on church building, repairing, etc., during the twenty-five years ending with 1881. The church spends a million dollars yearly on these objects. Experiments are about being tried in England in the use of the lance by cavalry regiments. It is proposed that the front rank of each troop shall carry lance and carbine, only the rear rank bearing sword and carbine as hereto fore. One thing specially noticed in Maine is the impetus given to the apple-canning business by tbf* partial failure of the npple crop. Fruit that was formerly considered only good enough for cider escaped the press this year and has gone into cans to help furnish the world with apple-sauce. The Salvation army has money and property in the different countries where it is established valued at $3,213,690. The trade effects, stock, machinery and goods on hand are valued at $560,000. Some idea of the trade department may be gathered, suggests the Chicago Herald , from the fact that they sell 22,- 000 army bonnets every year to the female soldiers. The American bison is nearly extinct, and many a farmer has regretted the fact, because it has cut off the supply of "buifalo robes" with which he was wont to protect himself from the winter's cold when obliged to be on the road. If re ports from Illinois are correct, states the American Dairyman, a substitute, having all the advantages of the original article, has been found in the hides of the Gallo way and Augus cattle. If, as seems likely, the skins can be readily cured to equal samples which have beeu exhibited, they will be of considerable value for use as robeS; and the breeders will have an additional argument in favor of these ex cellent animals, which have long been noted for their beef-producing qualities. The enterprise of Austin Corbin, a wealthy New Yorker, in establishing a game park in New Hampshire, is per haps as innocent a mode of spending money, opines the Boston Cultivator, as millionaires usunlly indulge in. He has purchased 22,000 acres, a part including the home farm oa which he was born, and intends to enclose it with a ten-foot wire fence, forty-five miles long, and costing $75,000. lie spends $200,- 000,000 in stocking the park with elk, deer, buffalo and the larger game, and its lakes with valuable fishes. The larger part of the tract is wild and covered with trees. It includes two mountain ranges with a fertile valley between them. About 250 largo game animals now roam through this park. They comprise buffalo, elk, moose, black tailed deer, white-tailed deer, red deer, caribou, antelope and wild boars from Germany,the latter more dangerous hunt ing than uuy American animal except the grizzly bear. Such a park will in time be u source of revenue from the garlic that cau be sold from it, but will probably never pay interest oa what it will cost its present owner. IF FLOWERS COULD SINO. If flowers could sing, the poet's lays Would not be needed for their praise; They, of which men hare sung so long, Would sine their own enchanting song. What fragrant accent* oft would float From out the rose's velvet throat, What soulful solace would they bring If flowers could sing. If flowers could sing how would they bless The love that lips dare not confess, How would they voice the secret throe Of passionate and utter woe. How would they thrill the maiden fair Who wore them in her breast and hair. What tender tidings would they bring If flowers oouid sing. If flowers could sing the birds would die; What use were it for them to try By any means to e'er disclose The charms that render sweet the rose, Tliey lovely colors have, 'tis true; But, have they lovely fragrance, too? The birds would die from envy's sting If flowers could sing. Indeed, the world would be too sweet If carols sang the marguerite; In that fond hour, when twilight's ear I* waiting woodland hymns to hear, The violet her scent ere long Would squander in the breath of song, And song would be too sweet a thing If flowers could sing. —Leon Mead, in the Journalist. A CLOSE CALL. The firm of which I was the junior partner bought large quantities of wool. I usually made the pufehases, and at times was obliged to travel far into the Sierra Nevadas, taking with me several thousand dollars upon each trip. To carry this sum I used a pair of saddle holsters with a receptacle for the money and a place for a pair of pistols. The latter were necessary; for much of my way lay amid the wild and rugged mountains far from the main highways. When I halted at the wayside hotels I was obliged to carry the money to the table with me and keep it in my room at night; for few of the stopping places had any secure safes or vaults. Paper money was not generally accepted by the owner! of wool, so the greater part of the money was in gold. Two attempts had been made to rob me, and I had become wary and suspicious; yet the profits we made were so good that I was unwilling to give up the trips. One day we received a telegram that readj "Secure all the wool you can; it is sure to advance in price.' The telegram reached us at 5 in the afternoon. At 9 the next morning I was on the road,and had nearly four thousand dollars in gold coin. For the first three days I gradually ascended the mountains, and by midday of the fourth had reached the summit. I was desirous of reaching one man, who kept his sheep during the summer upon a high and rugged range some miles from my usual route. I halted for dinner at a small public house lately built to accommodate teamsters engaged in haul ing lumber from a new saw-mill. While a half-breed Indian was caring for rnv horse I inquired of the landlord if he could direct me to Rucker's sheep camp. "Yes," was the reply, "but it's a hard place to find," at the same time giving me the directions as nearly as possible. I shook my head as he ended, saying: "I could never find the place in a year's time. Is there no one here acquainted with the route who can go with me?" He hesitated a moment and then sai(>:> "There's Bill, the half-breed; he knows the trail as well as old Rucker himself. I reckon you can get Bill to go." Bill was promptly interviewed. "You pay me $2 and I take my horse and go," was the brief but satisfactory reply. The required sum was promised, and he at once prepared to accompany me. The moment dinner was eaten we set off. Instead of being sullen and morose like most half-breeds, my guide was a talka tive and intelligent fellow, and guve me much information about the surrounding region. Upon reaching Rucker's camp we found the owner absent, and it took us an hour or more to find him and the band of sheep he was herding. He detained us longer to tell about the bears and panthers that annoyed his sheep than the time consumed in bargaining for his wool and making the necessary arrange ments for shipping it to us. When we got back to the public house it was too late togo further that night, unless I traveled after dark, and to this I object ed on account of the gold. The landlord said he could give me a straw-bed, adding: "You sec, the place is new, and we have nothing better lor ourselves." I was willing to take the bed, and so turned my horse over to the half-breed to take care of for the night. Just before supper two more travellers rode up and desired to stop. They were rather talkative, and I overheard theui ask the landlord my name and business. My suspicions were easily aroused, and I noticed that they seemed interested iu me and the holsters I guarded so closely. Determined to be on the sul'e side, I pulled my bed against the door when I retired for the night, and securely fas tened the only window. I slept soundly till past midnight, when 1 was awakened by a movement of the bed. It appeared as though some •lie was slowly opening the door aud causing the bed to move across the floor. I reached under the pillow, tirmly grasped one of my pistols, ana awaitea LAPORTE, PA.., FRIDAY, JANUARY 30. 1891. developments. Inch by inch I could feel the bed move slowly over the floor, rhe door was not sufficiently open to ad mit the thief. It was too dark to dis tinguish his form, but I could tell his position from his deep breathing as he slowly and cautiously approached the head of the bed. At that instant I raised my pistol and cried: "Stop, or I will fire!" Quick as a flash he sprang fdr the door and I fired at the same instant. He gave a cry of pain, but continued his flight. I jumped from my bed, rushed to the door and shot again at the retreating figure. The ball evidently missed him, for it did not stop his mad race, and the next mo ment we heard the swift galloping of a couple of horses. The house was in an instant uproar. Men came rushing from their rooms, each one crying aloud as to the cause of the shooting. When day gave us light, spots of blood were visible upon the hall floor and on the stairs, but a search for some distance along the road revealed nothing of the robbers, so it was evident that my shot had not been a serious one. Trusting that I had seen the last of my assailants, I mounted my horse after breakfast and pursued my journey. My route lay for some miles through a most picturesque and scenic region. Volcanic rocks rose abruptly from the hillsides, assuming the forms of temples and towers. Absorbed in detecting these fancied resemblances to the most noted creations of man, I had ridden for a mile or more without seeing or hearing anything to break the silence of my lonely ride, when a loud report rang out, my horse plunged violently, and a second later fell to the ground, carrying me with him. I lay upon my side with my right leg under the animal. The two men, each with a gun in his hand, ran toward me from behind a neighboring rock. I was pinned to the earth and unable to move. Luckily my hands were free and I could reach one of the pistols in my holsters. I jerked the revolver loose, raised myself slightly, and fired at the robber nearest to me. The ball struck him in the liand and caused him to drop the gun. With an oath he sprang hack, and the two sought shelter l>ehind a ruck. 1 was still in imminent danger, for thev could make a detour and approach me iB such a manner that I should be at their mercy. Their advance and my shot took but a fraction of a moment, so that both were over ere the death strug gles of my aaimal ended. In these Im partially raised himself from my leg, and as his body was between me and the two assassins, I crawled on my hands and knees to a low rock within a few feet of rue. The rock behind which I had sought shelter extended several rods, rising in plaees ten or twelve feet above the ground. I climbed up a few feet, and through a narrow crevice exammed the situation. I saw the glimmer of a gun barrel be hind a low rock, aud was thus enabled to locate at least one of my enemies. Stooping down, Iran to the further end of the ledge, hoping to get a shot at him. I was disappointed, for he was still hidden from sight. I saw that by crawling up the hill a short distance I could gain the protection of a second rock. This I instantly did, yet every moment fearing they would make a dash for the gold, which was still upon my horse. They evidently did not realize that I had moved from the rock near the dead animal, ?nd were afraid to venture. Kcachiug the second ledge, I found to my annoyance that I could not yet see the hidden robbers; but by pulling my self along behind a fallen tree I was at last within sight of them. They were crouching ou the ground behind a low ledge, each peering around the end of it, intently watching the spot where they had seen me disappear. I now raised my pistol, took careful aim and fired. The ball struck the man who was holding the gun, killing him instantly. The other, with u cry of rage, seized the rifle and firsd three shots at me in quick succession. The tree in falling had struck an old log upon the ground and broken in two. Where the two crossed each other was a space under the broken tree through which I could see my adversary. I rapidly cleared the earth away till I could get a shot at him. He had run up some rods nearer, aud now stood par tially behind a small rock intently watching the point where he had last seen me. Just as I reached the pistol beneath the leg he moved quickly, but I tired, and knocked the gun from his bands. I instantly sprang up, crying, "An other move and I will kill you." He turned and attempted to gain the protection of the nearest ledge; sis he whirled around, I fired again and he fell. I rushed upon him, but he was on his feet at once and caught the rifle. I fired ouce more, breaking his wounded arm and causing him to let fall the gun. I exclaimed, "Stop, before I kill you." Instead, of complying he answered fiercely, "I will cut your heart out," and sprang toward me with a bowie knife iu his right hand. By this time he was within reach and made a savage thrust at me with the knife. I sprang aside in time to avoid the blow, and once move pulled the trigger. No shot replied—the pistol was empty. My only chance was at close quarters, and catching ray revolver by the muzzle I struck hitn a blow on the head, at tiie same time receiving a slight cut is the shoulder. He fell at my feet, and before be could move I sprang upon him, kicked the knife from his hand and caught up the rifle he had dropped in the light. He cried, "Hold—l give up; don't murder me." "Lie still, then," I said, "and don't move." I now ran to my dead animal, pulled the holsters from the saddle, pushed the empty revolver into them and took out the loaded one. ' Then I said, "Get up now." He was a pitiable looking object, and weak from the loss of blood. He had been twice wounded, once in the hand and again in the arm, while my blow on his head had cut an ugly gash from which the blood trickled down over his face. I took tny handkerchief and made a bandage for his arm, and by twisting it tightly with a stick, managed to stop the blood. I now bade the fellow go ahead, and taking my holsters in one hand and the loaded pistol in the other, I obliged him to walk in front of me back to the inn where we had stopped the night befort. Of the excitemeat there caused by our appearance I need not speak. The near est Justice of the Peace was sent for, a coroner's jury impaneled, and the state ment of myself and the wounded robbei taken down. I was exonerated from all blame, the body of the man I killed was buried, and in the course of a few weeki his wounded companion was sentenced to a long term in prison.— B. S. Boynton, in The Ocerlund. "Going Domi to Mary's" He was a queer old man who boarded the train at a small station in western New York. Two young men who were probably his sons, brought him to the steps of the car and helped him on, and as lie entered we saw that he leaned heavily on a cane and was very feeble. "The children kept at me till I had to promise togo," he said as he sat down. 'Hain't bin down to Mary's in five years, and I've got so old I dasn't wait any lon ger. It's purty tough on an old man like me, but I want to see Mary and the graudchildren." "I take it you are going to spend New Year's with your daughter?" remarked the man on the seat ahead. "That's it. Mary's my oldest gal. Got live of 'em, and all married oil. She lives down at , and she would have me come and make a visit. Mary was alius a good gal, and she merried a good man. You'll tell me when I git there, won't you?" "Oh, yes." "Cause they'll all be there at the depot to meet me. My sou Steve writ that I was coming." He had about forty miles togo, and when we passed the first three or four stations he was anxious for fear that be would be carried by the right one. Af ter that he leaned over on the window aad fell asleep. Just before the train arrived at the man who had spok en to him turned about and said: "Come, grandpa, you get pffhere." The old nian did not move, and the stranger arose and shook his arm and said: "Wake up grandpa! This is your station, aud Mary and tho children are waiting. Come, now." But he spoke to the dead. The old man had died while he slept—passed away so peacefully that not a line of his face had changed. And we were stun ned and grieving when Mary and her husband and three happy children came hurrying into the car and shouted: "Here he is. Here's our grandpa, come to spend New Year's. But he was with his God.— New York Sun. Why Scotchmen Love the Thistle. This is the way the story goes of how the thistle brought good luck to Scot land : Many years ago an army of Danes landed on the Scottish shore, and, find ing that their approach had been un heralded, determined to attack the Scotch army by night. Approaching the sleeping camp with the greatest caution success seemed almost certain, when suddenly there arose from one of the Danes an awful scream, which aroused the men they were about to at tack. The screaming invader couldn't be blamed when it was known he was barefooted and had stepped on a thistle, but the sturdy Scotchmen soon armed themselves, fought well, and vanquished their enemies. To show their gratitude for the plant that had been their salva tion, it was determined that the thistle should be the emblem of Scotland, and the motto "Nemo me impune lacessit" (No man provokes me with impunity), is one of the most applicable extant. However, the bride assumes it for good luck and not because she wishes to be aggressive.— Detroit Free Press. The Shah's Little Favorite. Meli Djeck (Little Spafrow), the favor ite of the Shah of Persia, ft hnrdly more than a pigmy in size, but his authority in the royal palace is uudisputed. He has the rauk of a General in the army, keeps au establishment that costs the Shah nearly $750,000 a year, and has horses and a military band at his disposal. He tieats the royal Princes as his equals,and the latest rumor is that he has been be trothed to the Shah's youngest daughter. The boy is the son of a Kurd, who occupied a humble position in the palace, but is now a man of authority.— (Jhi&igo Timm. Terms—Sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months. Qneer Facts Abont Beavers. James Sherman, of Clifton, who is trapping beaver at Knappa, was telling recently some queer things about beaver and beaver trapping. The animal, he says, has the most acute sense of smell of any animal that exists. In setting the traps you must wait till low water, in order to have the tide when it comes in obliterate all traces of your presence. When a beaver is caught in a trap the other beavers at once enable him to make good his escape by seizing him by the tail and hauling him away until they re lease him, often leaving a limb in the trap as an evidence of the struggle that eusued. He caught a beaver last winter on Puget Island, and says that it had only two toes on a hind foot, the other three legs being amputated as close to the body as if the limbs had never existed. Mr. Sherman says there is one faculty the beaver possesses that would be a pro fitable and interesting study for scien tific men, and that is the power of mak ing objects adhere to the bottom of a stream without any apparennt means of securing them. The beaver lives mostly on wood, which it cuts and deposits ou the bottom, where it remains, contrary to the natural laws, which would in ordin ary cases cause the wood to rise to the surface. How this is accomplished it is difficult to decide, but Mr. Sherman as sures us that he tried it time aud again. Beaver trapping pays well where any considerable number can be caught, the average price of the furs being from $3.50 to $5 per pound.— Cathlamel Ga zette. Gntta-Perclin Is Disappearing It appears that there exists a serious risk of the extermination of the plant or tree from which gutta-percha is obtained. This gum is used in many industries, largely in the manufacture of submarine cables, as it is capable of sustaining its insulating quali*i«s when submerged under water at great depths; in fact, the insulation of Gutta-percha actually im proves with age when kept continually uuder water. The disappearance of the curious tree from which gutta-percha is obtained would, therefore, be a calamity of world-wide importance, yet it would appear from a report recently made to the French Academy of Sciences that we arc actually threatened with such a calamity. Mr. Serullas, a French scientist, spent three years in Malay and studied the isonandra in all periods of its existence, acquiring a complete knowledge of its natural history and physiology; but be reports that there is absolutely no method in the manner employed by the natives in robbing the tree of its sap, and that no effort is made to cultivate and propagate so valuable a member of the plant worlu. The natives adopt the wholly barbar ous custom of cutting a tree at the roots in order to extract the gum; thus each tree only gives one yield, and is then dead forever. No wonder gutta-percha is rapidly getting to be worth its weight in silver.— Electrical Review. A Doctor's "Bore Bell." A physiciau who was confidential told a visitor that all physicians with any practice had a bore bell. "And what may a 'bore bell' bet" asked his visitor. "A'bore bell,'" said the Doctor, "is an invisible bell arranged somewhere in the room, though generally in the floor near the chair where a physician is usually seated at the time he receives his patients When I feel that I have given the last comer enough of my time I quietly put my foot on the secret spot in the floor, and before any one can say 'Jack Robin son' my man has appeared and announced that I have a telegram, or that some one wishes to see me immediately. The pa tient naturally bows herself out (you see it is generally a womnn), and by mcaus of my little subterfuge I am free. Ot course I do not mean to say that I am obliged to use the bell every tiina I re ceive a woman patient 1 But I tell you I have found it a lucky escape sometimes. It is all very well to listen to an account of the ailments and give the required amount of sympathy to the patient before you,but when she drags in all her relatives there has to be a stopping place—there fore the 'bore bell.'"— Neto Fork Sun. Atnericnu Beef For England. The shipment of American beef to English markets was begun on a small scale in 1875. The transportation was from New York to Liverpool, and a laborious process of fanning by hand blowers was required to keep the meat fresh and cool. Later on blowers were operated by steam and currents of frozen air were sent from immense beds of ice to the refrigerators in which the meat was stored. Large amounts of American beef are shipped weekly to foreign markets and the trade is about equally divided between the frozen beef and the live stosk to be slaughtered on the other side. —Detroit Free. Press. Walling Off a Submarine Line. A novel work has just Imon completed at the Duddou estuary, on the English coast. A valuable hematite mine extended out uuder the sea, and in order to work it a barrier two-thirds of a mile long and Hfty feet high for about half the length has been constructed. The sea is thus shut out from about twenty-six acres, on which, it is estimated, the mining of iron ort may bo continued for tweuty-tive years' with a force of about 1500 men.— Trenton (N. J.) American. NO. 16. IN WINTER TIME. In winter time where sleep the innumeroua lives. That will the spring and summer ti.aa make gay, As pupae or in embryo, till arrives The lime to break their bonils and soar away? Now with blind motions only oacb one strives. The bees, we know, bide happy in their hives. But where are all the small birds and their wives. That brave the snow and frost, and near us stay. In winter ti ae? Where are the brook's inhabitants?—each dives Into what secret chambers? Whither drives The cold the field and woodland tribes front day?— In air and water again will millions play; The spirit, that animates them all, survives In wintertime. IV. L. Shoemaker, in Washington Star. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Brings tears to the dryest eyes—Horse radish. "Because it is dog ou ice."—Wash ington Star. Does things up with a bang—The female hair dresser. In endorsing a check the right end is always the left end. Systematic charity—Giving a bald headed man a wig. Few lawyers can beat an earthquake at settling a landed estate. Many a man is thought an intellectual athlete whoa t" is simply an intellectual acrobat. "Deaf and people are more or less superstition "Why?" "Because they believe ins."— West Shore. Brindle (distil 'dly)—"ldon't know what to do; I can't meet my bills." Litewaito (sadly)—"l wish I couldn't." This conundrum is now epidemic iu our highest social circles—"Why is the terrier iu a refrigerator like a kiss?" Maud—"l have such a terrible pain in one of my teeth, but I am afraid to have it drawn." Cholly—"Why don't you have it photographed ?" "Has Mr. X. gone out?" asked a visitor in Paris of a concierge. "I hardly think so," was the polite answei of the janitor; "he died this morning." —Boston JomixJ "Papa, won't you buy me a bicycle? My friend Alma has invited me to join the bicycle club." "So! Well, if you want to use your feet so much, I will buy you a sewing machine."— Fliegendt Blatter. "A man cawn't even wear a moustache without some cad makiug insulting re mawks," said little Dudekins. "I hap pened to stahd up for a moment at the theatre, and a low fellah calls out, 'Down in front!' " — Boston Commercial Bulletin. Mrs. A.—"Doe? your husband believe in corporal punishment in the house hold?"' Mrs. B.—"Only to a certain point. lie's always whipping the chil dren, but he thinks the dust should be got out of the carpet by moral suasion." Chicago Pont. Druggist—"Why do you constantly look back of YOU, and smile idiotically?" New Clerk—"l read the other day that 'Death is always grinning over the shoul der of the man behind the prescription counter,' and I want him to see I'm not afraid of him.' " — Plutrmaceutical Era. It does n't pay to