W. M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. The Boston Cultivator believes thai "the abundance of cheap and fertile land in the West, and its possession bj farmers of small means and roving ten dencies, has operated to lower the stand ard of American agriculture." The heavy increase in the Russian army and navy estimates will furnish in teresting reading for continental diplo mats. It shows, concludes the San Fran cisco Chronicle , that the millenium, when abitration shall succeed war, is as far off as ever. The Boston ITtrald thinks that the fact that only three persons were killed by electric light plants in New York Statu last year, while eight lost their lives by "blowing out the gas" rather goes to show that it is less dangerous to monkey with electricity than to fool with gas. A London vegetarian amateur athletic club has just been formed. The avowed object of the founders is to have a school for vegetarian athletes which will in time produce as good runners, wrestlers, harriers, vaulters as any of those now be fore the public who get their results on a meat diet. The Inrliaua House of Representatives has passed a resolution directing the au thorities of that State to co-operate with Illinois, Michigan, Wisconsin, lowa, Kansas, Ohio, Kentucky and Pennsyl vania in an inquiry as to how much for eign capital is loaned in those States, with a view of taxing that capital. Sheep raising may be profitable, after all, admits the Boston Transcript, if this story of the experience of a young New York woman is true: Two years ago her brother, having money invested in sheep in Utuh induced her to put SISOO into the investment. She has late ly sold her share to her brother for $3500. The baby King of Sjpain starts out well, soliloquizes the San Francisco Chronicle, by causing the death of his nurse before j he has cut his milk teeth. If he had been born four hundred years ealicr this would probably have been regarded as a good omen of his prowess as a warrior, but in these degenerate days the incident will be variously interpreted by the super stitious. Queen Liliuokalani,who succeeds Kala kaua on the Hawaiian throne, is fifty two years old. She is an amiable and very intelligent woman, having a taste for poetry and music. She is stately in appearance and has a dignified carriage, but of late years she has become rather stout. She is animated and interesting in conversation, speaking in the low and musical toues that are peculiar to her race. She speaks English and is well versed in the current literature of the day. E. L. Godkin, iu the Forum, under takes to prove that the expedition to re lieve Emin was clearly a piratical under taking, since it had the sanction of no Government and its leader was responsi ble to no power. In the course of the argument Mr. Godkin shows the sym pathy for Emin which caused the ex pedition to be undertaken was a senti ment born of the Gordon myth, and ha points out the curious fact that the peo ple of Africa, owing to the slave trade, has always been regarded as fit spoil for pirates even by civilized nations who hold no such notions even about any other savages. Mr. Godkin expresses the high est admiration for Stanley's courage and endurance, and approves of his conduct of the expedition. It is its legal charac ter only that he criticises. The French people have given another striking proof of their wealth as well as of their confidence in the Government by subscribing for sixteen times the amount of the new loan of nearly $200,000,000. "It is extremely doubtful," observes the New York Neics, "whether any other na tion, in Europe at least, could achieve so great a financial victory in existing con ditions. The farmers and working peo ple of Frauce have taken the loan so ex tensively that little is left for the banks. Nowhere else arc the masses of the peo ple so ready to intrust their earnings to the Government, although the public debt of France is already the greatest iu the world. Those persons who have been accustomed to regard the French nation as approaching financial and po litical decay may have reason to revise their hasty judgments. The French peo ple have reason to be proud of their latest financial achievement." SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN, WHAT SHALL. «" PROFIT? U I lay waste and wither up with doribt The blessed fields ©f heaven wnero (ttce my faith Possessed itself serenely safe from death; If I deny the things past finding out; Or if 1 orphan my own soul of One That seemed a Father, and make void the place Within me where He dwelt in power and grace. What do I gain, that am myself undone? William D. Ilotcells, in Harper. RECEIVING A PRINCE, La Pauline isn't much of a place, and yet even the train de luxe stops there. This is because this is the junctiou where trains leave on the little branch line that runs to Hyers. A tall mountain stands sentinel over La Pauline, and if a person were on the top of the mountain he would see Toulon and the iron-clads, as well as a great stretch of the blue Mediterran ean. On the long platform north of the lino five young men wcro marching up and down together, singing at the top 3of their voices: "There is a tavern in this town— In this town. And there my true love sits him down, Sits liira down. And wo'Jl hnng our harps on the weeping willow tree. And may the world go weli with me— Well with me," Or words to that effect. They sang very boisterously, and suited their marching to the tune, giving • three stamps witli their feet all together when they came to the refrain: "In this towu." They ap peared to be American citizens, and seemingly didn't give a hang if all the world knew'it. Suddenly the five stopped before a young man who was seated on one of the benches, lie was a quiet, dignified, self-possessed young fellow, and he looked up at them as they halted before him. "Come on, Johnson," said one of the five, "we are not going to let you go back on the crowd like this. You sing bass, and we just want a good bass voice." "You do that," remarked Johnson, quietly, "also, five other good voices." "See here. It's easy for you to sit here and criticise the singing, but we are not going to allow that. You've got to join in. Come on, Johnson." "I don't see why we should make idiots of ourselves in the south of France any more than we should in America." "But we do in America, dear boy, we do. Always have done it, and we're not going back on our record. Come on, Johnson." "I'm just a little tired of that tune, you know." "What's the matter with the tune? It's the one Keenun sang all through Siberia. Come on, Johnson." But .Tohnson would not come on, and so the five set at him and tried to force him to join them. The uniformed man of the station looked on with knitted brows, apparently not knowing whether this was a genuine row or not. Johnson held the fort aud sent one after another sprawling. Then one of them desisted, aud started down the long platform sing ing: "There Is a tavern in this town." The others joined him, while Johnson sat serenely on the bench. The official shrugged his shoulders aud evidently thought these foreigners were hard to understand. There was a shrill whistle to the west, and the train from Marseilles came rush ing in. I walked down the long train, opened the door of a compartment that was empty and took my seat. When the train started there was a shout of warn ing from the guard, and, before I could look out to see what the matter was, the door was flung open and one of the sing ing young men tumbled in. The guard slammed the door shut with a maledic tion on the man who broko the rules and nearly broke his neck. The ycung fel low picked himself up, lifted his hat and said: "Pardonny moi mouseu—" "Oh, that's all right," I answered, "don't mention it. If that is your usual way of getting into a train, you will find yourself in a French jail or cut in two on the track some day." "Oh, you speak English, do you?" re plied the young fellow, ignoring what I said, and seemingly surprised that he had not a monopoly of the language so far south in France. "Yes, I can make myself understood in most parts of England and America." "Well, then, you must have heard our row with Johnson." "About the alleged singing? Yes." "Weill We're just laying for old Johnson. You won't give it away, will you?" "Certainly not." "Well, you see it's like this. Johnson's mother was a Prince, aud—" "A princess, you mean." "No, she belonged to the old Prince family of Boston. Johnson is very proud of that branch of the family, more so than of the Johnson side. His name is J. Prince Johnson. We used to call him Prince at college. Ho likes that, and that's why we call him Johnson now." "I noticed you ran in tho name John son pretty often." "Of course we did. Whenever he tries to put on airs we call him Johnson BO often that he gradually tones down. Now, here's the plan we're putting up on old Johnson, x got in here so he LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, MARCH 13, 1891. wouldn't tumble. By tho way, where is the first stop? Lend me your time book." I threw the pamphlet over to him. "Ah," he said, "we have half an hour yet. By the way, where are you go ing?" "I'm going to Cannes." "We're going to St. Raphael. That's this side. Better stop off with us and see the fun. It will be worth while." •'lf it's worth while I'll stop. Tell mo what it is, first." "You wait till I write a telegram." After a few moments he handed me a telegram, of which this is a translation: Proprietor Hotel of the Monarchs, Bt. Raphael: At 3 o'clock H. U. H. Prince Johnson will arrive. Provide for him. Have onß car riage at station for the prmca and one for his suite. Provide suitable escort. HON. SIR BROWN, Chief of suite, J. K. S., N.I. X., O.K. AC. AC. "I think I see the plan. You are go ing to prepare a princely reception for Johnson." "Exactly. He is really a quiet, unas summing fellow and hates anything like a fuss, even if he does put on airs now and then. He'll be the most surprised man you ever saw." "I think I can tell you someono else who will be more surprised." "Yes? Who?" "The fellow who has to pay the hotel bill. He laughs best who makes out tho bill. You will get the carriages and per haps the escort and certainly the best rooms in the house, but when tho bill comes in it will paralyze you. I know how they charge for that sort of honor. I am a duke'myself." "The dickens you are! Why, I thought you were au American." "But 1 never travel under my tittle. I can't afford it. A duke is all right at home, but on the continent I travel as Mr. Welcome Smith." "Well, nevertheless I thiuk we will surprise the hotel-keeper as much as we will surprise Johnson." "You might do it nearer the frontier, but I doubt if you will bo able to evade payment here." At this point in tho conversation the train stopped and Brown got out to send off his telegram. When he came back into the train he began writing another. "Arc you going to send more than one dispatch?" "Lord, yes! I'm gcing to fire a tele gram from every place we stop at. I'm going to work up St. Raphael. They'll be getting returns from the back coun ties most of the day. That's an Ayieri - can piirale, you know." "Oh, is it?" And so the telegrams went from even stopping place until we reached St. Ra phael. It was evident the moment we stopped that there was an unusual commotion iu the little Mediterranean town. The platform was studded with officials iu gorgeous uniform. As soon as Johnson got out of the train we all ranged our selvet behind him and kept our hats off, while Johnson had his on his head. Tho eagle eye of the hotel proprietor at once took in the situation and he advanced to ward the young man, bowing frequently and deeply. "11. R. 11. Prince Johnson?" he in quired. "Prince Johnson—yes. But. J. is the initial." With a wave of his hand die proprietor introduced a gorgeous official, who at once began to read au address of welcome in French. Johnson looked around him in a be wildered way, as if somo one had hit him with a club. "Say, boys," he gasped, "thero is something oil the line here. What's the fuss, do you think? Whose funeral is this, anyhow?" •'Shut up, Prince," whispered Brown. "Go through the thing and let us see what's in it. That's what we came abroad for." When the address was finished John son thanked the official in a dazed sort of way and then turned to us. "Come, boys," he said, "let us get out of this as quickly as wo can." The hotel proprietor walked by his side, bowing all the way. When wo reached the outside Johnson was aghast. Insteod of getting out of it he had just got into it. At a signal from the official the town band struck up the Marsellaise and tho millitia that they had managed to gather together presented arms. The whole populace seemed to be there and they raised a cheer. One carriage had four horses in front of it and the carriage for the suite had two. "Oh, this is Soo much," said Johnson in auguish, as he drew his hand across his brow. "Better get into the carriage and get this over as soon as possible," said Brown. "You get iu with him, Duke. I guess the boss in the gold laco is going, too." We three members of the nobility got into the first carriage. Johnson turned to me, "Are you a Duke?" ho asked. "If you are, I'll bet a dollar all this is for you. It's missed fire in somo way." "They don't usually receive me in this way." "Then Brown's put up this job <m me. If he has, you bet your life I'll get even with him. I'll slay him. I'll wait until wo get into Switzerland and then drop him gently over a two-mile preci pice; see if I don't. Still, if he lighted on his cheek it wouldn't hurt him. Brown's a villain." All the officials of the hotel were ranged out in two rows to receive us and the people all along the route cheered. Well, we spent a very nice time At St. Raphael. But, just as I said, when tho bill was called for, it was a corker. Even Brown turned a shade paler whet) he saw the appalling total. ' 'Don't you charge for the brass band and the escort?'' "It is all inclusive," said the pro prietor, with a low bow. "Then wo won't have any trouble," continued Brown. "You see we travel - with 's hotel coupons. We bought them in London. You take them at thii hotel. That's why I telegraphed to you." "But," said the proprietor indignant ly, "not for these rooms. You must give me notice when you have 's coupon's." "They assured us in London that they were good for the best in the house. You can't give us any better than that, can you?" The proprietor was wild, but finally the matter was compromised on what the boys considered a square basis, which was much less than the original bill. When we were all in the railway car riage bound for Cannes Johnson said: "Brown, this thing has been more suc cessful than you deserve. I'm willing to let by-gones be by-gones; but there is one thing that you will all have to promise mo on your word of honor, and that is that you will not let this get into the newspapers at home." Tho boys all gave the desired promise that the affair would be a dead secret. Johnson said to me: "You have no idea what ferreting vil lains American newspaper men are. If they get a hint cf a thing, tho first you know they know all about it. I think we will be lucky it we keep this from them." I told him I thought they would be.— Detroit Free Press. A Queer Cable Message. Governor Gilpin, of Colorado, had to pay #147 for one of the first cable mes sages that went over the ocean. Gilpin was a good-natured fellow, and the probability is that he came intc the telegraph office at Denver and wrote out the cable,never thinking it would be sent. It was sent, however, and he had to pay the bill. The first Atlantic cable was completed in 1858, and it was alleged that a dis patch was received by President Bu chanan from Queen Victoria over it. This dispatch, however, was about all that ever came over it. There wiu skepticism throughout the United States as to whether the dispatch ever got through, and it was eight years after this before any cable business was done. The successful cable was the new line completed 011 August 3, 1858. At this time no one seemed to think the cable would work. The Western Union had sent a corps of operators and explorers to Alasjta to build a line across Behring Straits to Russia, and when it was an nounced that the new cable was done and that any one wishing to send dis patches to Europe for $lO a word could do so, the whole world laughed and the telegraph operators looked upoc it as a gigantic joke. It was at this time that a dispatch was received from Denver, Col., signed by the Governor of the Territory, to be forwarded to New York, aud addressed to Paris. The dispatch had to be sent from New York to Newfoundland by steamer, and was there cabled. The dis patch read: "DENVER, Col., Aug. 4. 1850.— T0 Louis Napoleon Bonaparte, Emperor, Tuilerios, Paris, France. Please leave Bohemia alone. No interference will be tolerated by this Territory. JOHN GILPIN, Governor." The message was looked upon as au expensivo joke of Mr. Gilpin's and for warded to New York. The result was that it was sent to Newfoundland and telegraphed, and Napoleon 111 no doubt received it. The price of the cablo was $147 in gold. It seems that Governor Gilpin came into the office, and, on being told there that tho cable was completed, dashed off this message and handed it over, never supposing that it would bo sent. The probability is that when he found it was sent he paid tho bill.— Philadelphia Times. A Memory Test. In a Western court, a witness had been detailing, with great minuteness, certain conversations which had occurred several years before. Again and again the witness testified to names aud dates, and precise words, and it became neces sary for his sross-examiner to break him up. This was done by a very simple device. While the witness was glibly rattling off his testimony, the cross examiner handed him a law-book and said: "Read aloud a paragraph from that book.'' "What for?" inquired the witness. "I will tell you after you have read it," said the lawyer, and the wit ness accordingly read aloud a paragraph of most uninteresting material about lands, appurtenances, and hereditaments. Then the lawyer went up and asked him a few more questions about his memory, and tho witness was positive that his memory was very good. Suddenly the lawyer said: "By the way, will you please repeat that paragraph you iust read about lands, appurtenances and hereditments?" "Why, of course I could not do that," replied the witness. "You must have a queer memory," re torted the lawyer, "since you can repeat things that you say occurred years ago, and you can not repeat what you read a moment ago." Tho witness was non plused."—Argonaut. Terms—sl.2s in Advance ; $1.50 after Three Months. How to Wear Shoes. •'Do you know there isn't one man in 500 who know3 how to wear shoes?" re marked a Clark street shoe dealer the other day."The average man buys a pair of shoes, wears them until they are no longer presentable, and then throws them away and buys another pair. A man ought to have at least two pi.i rs of shoes for everyday wear, and no pair should be worn two days in succession. At lirst thought this may strike you as a scheme to benefit the shoo dealer, but it is noth ing of the kind. In fact, such a plan would injure the shoe business. Two pairs of shoes worn alternately will last three times as long as a single pair. The saving, of course, is made in the wearing of the leather. A pair of shoes worn every day goes to pieces more than twice as fast as a pair worn every second day. I know that proposition is a staggerer, but it is true, nevertheless. A man does not wear out two pair of shoes in exactly the same manner. Do you remember how au old pair feel when you first put them, on again after they have been discarded for awhile? They didn't fit you like your new shoes, and the contrast is very marked. But the same thing holds true in the case of new shoes. No two pair fit your feet in exactly the same way. In one pair the strain and wear of the leather fall heaviest upon one particular part of the shoe, and in another the greatest wear and tear fall upon another part altogether."— Chicago Mail. A Leper Village in Colombia. A strange community is that of Agua di Dios, the leper village in Colombia, as described by our Consul at Bogota. Situated at about fourteen hundred feet above the sea level, with a dry, sandy soil, and a temperature of eighty-two to eighty-five degrees Fahrenheit, this spot has been chosen for the lazzaretto by the Government 011 account of its ancient reputation for the cure of leprosy. Some five hundred and twenty sufferers from this terrible visitation dwell here, and form about one-third of tho population; but the most remarkable fact regarding the settlement is that lepers and healthy persons are described as living on terms of perfect intimacy, there being no spe cific leper quarter, though every house in the village stands apart in a garden. Mr. Wheeler states that there is no case on record of the disease having been con tracted here by contagion. Even where lepers have married healthy persons, the husband or wife has never been known to take it from the other. On the other hand, the mournful fact is admitted that children born of such unions arc gen erally afflicted.— London Neic*. The Cnrfew. As in Old England, so in New Eng land is the curfew still heard. In Boston the nine o'clock bell was rung from time immemorial up to within a very few years. So, also, at eight o'clock in the morning and one o'clock in the after noon. Many Bostonians regretfully miss this good old custom; old, .-us is wit nessed by Joseph Josselyu, who visited Boston in 1003, and in his description says:"On the South there is a small but pleasant Common, where the gallants, a little before sunset, walk with their marmalet madauis, as we do iu Moors field, etc., till the nine o'clock bell rings them home to their respective habita tions, when presently the constables walk tlieir rounds to see good order kept and take up loose people." In many of our towns the curfew still rings out o'er hill and dale. In South America it is called the "Stay-bell"— toque de la queda—and after it was rung, at ten o'clock, the use of the streets was forbidden by municipal ordinances to the inhabitants of Quito and other Peru vian towns.— New England Magazine. Nonchalance of a Famous General. At the taking of Moscow, Russia, while the troops sat in their saddles under a murderous fire, Murat received a dispatch to which an answer was re quired. Though his mettlesome horse was trembling, Murat laid the reins upon the horn of the saddle, took his note book in oue hand and a pencil in the other, and began to write a response. Suddenly a shell fell and exploded on the ground close by. The horse leaped into the air and swung wildly around. Murat simply transferred the pencil to the hand that held the note book, calmed the horse with tho other hand, and then went on writing his dispatch as if noth ing had happened. A shout of admiration went up along the line. Murat saw that the enthusiasm aroused by his trifling act had created a favorable moment for a charge. lie gave the order, and his men swept clear through the enemy's line.— Atlanta Con stitution. A Powerful Electric Crane. A powerful crane, says the Philadel phia lie.cord, capable of raising into the air, in response to the touch of an elec tric button, a locomotive weighing ninety tons has been put iu operatiou at the Baldwin Locomotive Works. The huge engine rides smoothly on a heavy track elevated twenty-eight feet above the level of the floor of the main shop. For merly the work of raising from the giound a locomotive in process of con structing was accomplished with great difficulty by the aid of hydraulic jacks. At present the locomotive, whose wheels or other parts are to be adjusted, is grasped in a wrought iron yoke, and, with surprising ease, lifted in obedience to the engineer's touoli into mid air and shifted to aii) desired position in the shop*. NO. 22. WINDOW-PANE PICTURES. Prom eve till dawn, the loDg night through, Cold winter's elfin band r Such pictures drew As never grew Beneath the touch of human hand. In dawn's Him light they faintly gleamed On frozen panes, and glimpses seemed To give of fairy land. The boughs of great old trees were beat With silver sheen; and forth was sent A frosty light from distant height. Where glitt'ring spires appeared to sight. And far-off castle wall. Now here at hand, like a silver strand, Hanging in mid-air fairily, A drawbridge spanned the chasm grand, Gleaming before us airily. A stream flowed down the mountain's side, And cast a silvery spray, Then dashing on with leap and slide, With graceful bound and easy glide It reached the boulders gray, And in deep gorges swept away. Now o'er the cold, gray landscape camo A wavering light, apalo rose tinge That touched the leaves and mosses' fringe, Then slowly grew to ruby flame Setting the distant peaks aglow, Melting from frozon heights their snow. So fairy-land now fades away. And wo may watch in vain. Our frostmade pictures melt from sight— The drops roll down the pane. —Mabel Nichols, in St. Nicholas. HUMOR OF THE DAY. A trade mark—Talking shop. A popular measure—Brim-full. The Farmers' Alliance—A rural mar riage. The cowboy in the high-liceled boots is in his stocking feet.— Chicago News. An Arab who has lost his teeth prob ably speaks only gum Arabic.— Buffalo Express. He—"May I hope?" She—"Yes; if you will promise never to refer to the matter again.''— Life. The tanner's trade is an entirely honor able one, and yet they do 3ay it is a skin deal.— llinqhamtim Republican. E. Z. LaiTer—"That old doctor is a funny fellow." Dana S. Lydig—"Yes, indeed. He's always taking somebody off." . Old habits are hard to get rid of—as you find when you them to the I second-hand clothing gtore— St. Joseph \ {Mo.) News. It is not advisable for a bank cashier I to read nautical ta! :s; the practice might | inspire him to become a "skipper."— ! Boston Courier. "I'll bet," said Cliollie, "judging | from the way these trousers shrink, the I wool was shorn from an unusually timid | sheep."— Puck. j Judge—"Boy, do you understand the nature of an oath?" Juvenile Witness— -1 "Yes'r. It's human nature, I reckon."— i Chicago Tribune. The bachelor thinks that the baby is a blot on the landscape, and the baby's 112 mother knows that the bachelor is— ! Somerville Journal. Ethel—"l always make it a point to learn something new every day." Maud— "Theu you are not so old as I thought | you."— Harper s Bazar. i Of all the torments known toman The greatest, wo assert, Is to wear a fourteen collar Upon a fifteen shirt. Goodall's Sun. "Old Curmudgeon is the meanest, j stingiest man in town, and yet you say j that there isn't a selfish hair on his j head!" "Curmudgeon, sir, is entirely j bald." i Oh, gas may escape and gas may burst, And vanish in noise and flame; ; But the meter's hand, in its quiat way, 1 Ooes traveling onward day by day, I And gets there just the same. —Topical Times. I An eminent surgeon says that with I four cuts and a few stitches he can alter I a man's face so his own mother would not know him. That's nothing. Our daily newspapers do that much with only one cut.— Mercury. When in the footlight's glaro she stands. Men think tier one of the fairy queens; What would they say, Could they but sea The way she tackles the pork and beans. Chicago News. Scientific Notes: How wonderfully are the inventions of man anticipated in the animal kingdom! The cuttle-fish has the power of covering itself with a sudden effusion of any inky fluid—and what more can man do with the most in genious fountain pen?— Puck. Unless with mirriage I mean to dispense Now's the time to wed, and no longer tarry; If I longer wait I may have more sense — If I have more sense then I'll never marry. —Judge. Ignoramus (at a party a few years hence) —"What is the matter with Miss Beauty's once lovely arms? They aro full of horrid red blotches atd scratches." Scientific Guest—"Oh, that's all right. She has simply been vaccinated against consumption, small-pox, typhoid fever, and twenty or thirty other diseases."— New York Wtekly. "I should like to observe, mndamc," said the patient border, "that while lam very fond of the neck of the fowl you are carving I shall deny a yself this and beg for it large white chunk oil the breast. With this view I have had my trunk packed and a drayman is now wait ing at the door for au answer. Er—l# it breast or neck?"— Chicago News,
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