SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W. M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. The tramp is a product of our civiliza tion, asserts the New York World. Thora arc about 2,000,000 of them in this coun ty- India and Ceylon are increasing their production of tea to such an extent that it is expected that they will furnish seventy-five per cent, of the amount con sumed in Great Britain this year. China is a great sufferer from this change. A cynical Italian journalist has been belling his countrymen how to make their fortunes. All they have to do, ho says, is togo to America, work as labor ers until they have saved §IOO or SSOO, snd then return to Italy, bay a title and again goto America and marry an heiress! The Minister of Instruction in Bavaria is giving much consideration to the mode 3f writiug adopted by the students in the schools. Instantaneous photography has been used to obtain illustrations of dif ferent methods, and Von Mullor, the Minister, has taken a course in writing in order to correctly inform himself. A correspondent writing to the Atlanta Constitution from Pensacola, Fla., says that the yearly consumption of timber is something appalling. There is little left on the water courses, and logging rail roads are pushed into the interior to sup ply the demand. Old lumbermen say that in twenty years there will not be a tree left. All accounts from British India concur in stating, notes the Philadelphia Record, that the rapid extension of railroads and telegraphs is working prodigious social changes in that country. At last the Hindoos are shaking oft their supersti tions, their sloth and their inveterate system of caste, and are preparing to cuter on a new civilization. There is a man in New York, alleges the Commercial Advertiser, who has the magazine fever in its worst stage. Ilis idea—which ho is going to carry out, he EtffS —is to start a local magazine in each of the large cities of America, with local writings by local authors, and a c«rps of editors at each post. "I shall have twenty magazines in all," said he recent ly. He will certainly have his hands full. One magazine is about a vorv comfortable plenty for any ordinary man. To marry in haste and repent at leisure has been a common fault in most fault in most communities. It is satisfactory to find that it is becoming Ics3 common in England. The proof of this, which is found in the registrar-general's annual report, is about the most welcome piece of news the document contains. There has been a steady rise, it appears, in the average ago at which men and women take upon themselves the responsibility of contracting matrimony ever since 1873. "When I see," says a retired physician to the New York Tribune, "that more than 10,000 medical students have into full-fledged physicians in the United States during the last two years. I am in clined to rejoice at the fact that I am no longer practicing. The extraordinary increase in the number of doctors, the evolution of the patent medicines from absurd quackery to scientillc remedies, and the growth of the prescribing habit among druggists make it hard work for the doctor to earn a living. Of course, the specialist makes a big income, but there are many really clever physicians to-day who find it hard work to make both ends meet." What the world needs to-day is not more medicine, but less of it. Not new methods of shutting out sunlight and the only true elixir of life, but moro pure air to bieathe, pure water to drink, pure food to eat, less overwork and ovcrworry, mure rational methods of labor with many toilers with brain and hand, more whole some exercise and a calmer, more cheer ful frame of mind. Tens of thousands die before their time through consuming fear of unseen and purely imaginary foes, and other tens of thousands through false teaching, the influence of false ideas, and, in consequence, of senseless violation of nature's plainest laws. Instead of losing our grip on life, wo of this generation ought to be getting a lirmer hold. Oar boastful modern ways are pitifully weak and unreliable, asserts the Philadelphia Telegraph. It will take a hundred Kocha to lift us above the ever-swelling tido that is sweeping mankind so helplessly along towwd the eud of all things hu man, IDNCE OK A TIME." "Onoe on a time." How fondly falls that phrase Upon our fancy, like a far-off chime Of half-heard bells 4n some forgotten clime, Pealed from the kingdom of dead yester days, "Once on ti time." The tale we loved always Began just so, and every fairy rhyme Our mothers crooned commenced: "Onco on a time," And ended with a burst of childish praise. As one who, in a lonely twilight land. Is startled by the wraith of some loved voice Long since that joined the silences sublime, So I, amidst the shadows where X stand, Ring'd with dim dreams of unreturning joys, Awaken at the words: "Once on a time." —James Newton Matthews. ROMANCE OF A HAT. BY MAURICE SILINGSBY. Socially speaking, the little bat factory of Enos Badger was a hive ol industry, and scores of the prettiest girls in Epping and the surrounding country might have been found within its four wall during the busy season, which usually consumed eight out of the twelve calendar months. During these eight months the factory presented a bustling and attractive scene, with so much beauty, freshness and vivacity concentrated under one roof. Indeed, these lovely and sprightly crea tures, decked out in showy calicoos and muslins, were the busy little bees that made honey all the day, metaphorically speaking, for their straight-laced and somowhat parsimonious employer. The upper floor was occupied by the sewers, nud the ground floor by prcssers, liners, trimmers and packers—thus turning out the hats in readiness for the trade, from the commencement of the process to its completion. Fannie Wilbur, the prettiest girl in the whole of Euos Badger's establishment, if not the most intellectual, worked on the lower floor, among the miscellaneous crowd of employes we have alluded to. Her part was to line the hat after it left the hands of the pressor. Three or four more were employed at the same work besides Fannie, all of them fresh, healthy and attractive young ladies. Annabel Drew, a very talkative but pretty young woman, had been telling a romantic story of an acquaintance during the war, who had secured a good has band under the following romantic cir cumstances: It was at a time when ladies throughout almost every town and village in the land were making and sending their little donations to the sol diers. Miss Drew's friend contributed some trifling articles of her own handiwork, and accompanied them with her full ad dress. The package fell to the share of an orderly sergeant, whom the changing fortunes of war subsequently elevated to the rank of colonel. The result was, in his lonely and unoccupied hours, he wrote to the young lady and begged her to enter into a correspondence with him. Assenting to his proposal, she wrote him a letter descriptive of herself, and her real situation and prospects in life. The orderly liked her style; thought he couid interpret her character through this medium; and wrote again, proposing an exchange of photographs. To this the young lady assented, and indue time the exchange was made. Other letters followed, gradually assuming a more tender and lover-like tone, as their correspondence rapidly advanced toward what may be considered the culminating point. The upshot of the whole thing was, they met at the close of the war, were mutually impressed in each other's favor —so much so, in fact, that they went to a clergyman on the very evening of his arrival, and were privately married. "Thus, at one step," said Miss Drew, "from a poor girl she became a rich lady." "Hcighol I wonder if any such good luck will ever happen to us?" queried Fannie Wilbur. "Perhaps," replied Miss Drew, "if we could only contrive to make ourselves known to some romantic young man of means." Fannie paused for a moment in a brown study. Suddenly she looked up uniling. "I have it!" she oxclaimcd, triumph antly ; and taking one of her hat linings, she hurried to the desk, and wrote, in a delicate, tine hand, "Frances Wilbur, spinster," giving the name of the town and State. Then she sewed it in the lining,laugh ing all the while at her own cleverness. "There, now, I wonder if I shall be as lucky as the girl you were telling of?" "I hope so," responded Miss* Drew, but she'didn't mean it. Indue time that identical hat filled its legitimate niche in the great world of trade, and was purchased by a wealthy young fellow in the city of New York. On the evening of the day it came into his possession Walter Leslie, the young gentleman in question, was seated, in company with a friend, in bis own suite of apartments at the Windsor. Each had his feet elevated on the back of u chair, and each was drawing consolation from a cigar of a choice brand. Indeed, Walter Leslie was rich enough to indulge in the best the market afforded. He had al ready dipped so deeply into the fashion able follies of society as to have become a little blase at the age ol five-and twenty. But we will listen to the brief LAPOETE, PA., FRIDAY, MARCH 20, 1891. dialogue between the two, and let the reader draw his own inference. "I tell you, Percy, lam thoroughly disgusted with these fast and fashionable young ladies of the period," Eaid Leslie, knocking the ashes oil his cigar. "I tell you I feel as though I had been steeped to the very lips and surfeited with these questionable pleasures and follies of the day- It is impossible for a fellow in my situation, with plenty of money at his command, to venture into society at all without being besieged by a score of maneuvering mammas, who will fairly throw their gushing daughters into your arms, and run tho risk of your making toys and playthings of them, to be cast aside as such whenever any new whim or fancy seizes you." "I can appreciate your idea, Leslie," said his friend, laughing, "though I have never been one of fortune's favorites, like yourself, to be bored by the actual ex perience from which you have too palp ably suffered. I think, Leslie, if you were to get out of this artificial atmos phere into some quiet nook in the coun try, and get acquainted with some good, honest, truthful girl, who has been brought up to be unselfish and to culti vate a conscience, and who, having no knowledge of your wealth, wouid marry you for love, I think that life might be rendered tolerably endurable to you. It would to me, were I in your situation, with ample means to gratify every reason able desire." By Jove, Percy, if I could find such a one as you describe, I would marry off hand!" exclaimed Leslie, with an en thusiasm which was new to him in his indolent indifference. "What? If she were poor?" queried his friend, picking up the hat that Leslie had that afternoon purchased. "Yes," he replied, "if she had but one dress to her back 1" "The friend smiled incredulously, and casually glanced at the iuside of the hat. "What is this?" he exclaimed, sudden ly, holding it up, so that Leslie might see. "Prances Wilbur, spinster!" "Probably a romantic method of ad vertising the maker's name," responded Leslie, without manifesting any particu lar surprise. "Tho playful freak of some youug miss in her teens. I've half a inind to open a correspondence with her —it would be something lresh—wholly out of the beaten path." "Supposing she should turn out some ancient maiden lady?" suggested his friend. "No; it is the work of some restless, tantalizing young lady!" Leaiio persisted, anil the subject was dropped. He re curred to it again, however, after the de parture of his friend. He studied the chirography carefully, grew more and more interested, and finally, after some little reflection, and feeling the want of a new excitement, to break what he con sidered the dull monotony of liis exist ence, through his life had been one con tinual whirl of excitement since ho had come into the unrestrained control of a fortune, he determined to write to her. He had no other purpose in writing but to beguile the tedium of an idlo hour, and quiz this unknown Frances Wilbur, spinster. The subjoined letter, which reached Epping on tha following evening, was the legitimate result of this resolve: "NEW YORK, June 30, 1830. "Miss FRANCIS WILBUR, spinster:—! dis covered your address on the lining of a hat I recently purchased, und havo conceived a romantic desire to open a correspondence with you in view of a nearer and mora satis factory acquaintance. My object in doing this is strictly honorable and commendable, and if you grant my roquest, I shall always treat you with the respect that is due a lady from a geutleman. lam twenty-tlva years of age, and generally esteemed good-looking. "1 am in moderate circumstances, but like all other young men, I am hopeful of the fu ture. If you should deign to answer this letter, and would be kind and condescending enough to exchauge photographs with me, 1 will cheerfully iuc'.oso mine in my noxt. Very respectfully aud interestedly yours, "WALTER LESLIE." Fannie Wilbur received this epistle, and perused it with an electrical thrill of pleasure. She hurried to Miss Drew, whom she accepted as her sole confi dante, read it to her privately aud asked her advice as to what reply she should make. '•Answer it, of course, and enclose your picture," said Miss Drew, decidedly. "You take splendidly. He will fall in love with it,l am sure. You are in luck, Fan, and I almost envy you"—which was the truth—"foi you can tell by the writing that he must be a scholar and a gentleman." This advice was exactly what Fannie wish and expected. She had no picture of herself that exactly suited her, so she went to Mr. Badger next morning and asked leave of absence to have one taken. She arranged her toilet for the occasion with exquisite care and taste, and hur ried to the village artist to have her glowiug impression taken; and beautiful as she was, she had never looked more beautiful than on that day. The artist was successful beyond his most sanguine hopes, and in about a week ho turned out a photograph that ho felt proud of, and that Fanny felt not ashamed to forward to her gallant New York cor respondent. Sfcc sat down and indited the follow ing letter, which Leslie received by re turn post: "Ern.NO, June 30, 1880. "MR. LESLIE— Dear Sir:— l received your very acceptable aud gentlemanly letter about a week ago. Whon 1 wrote my name on the lining of the hat you alludo to I had no ex pectation that it would be the means of pro curing me so agreeable a correspondent. "I was pleased with the tone of your let ter, and Hlionld be happy to hear from you very often. I send you my photograph, agreeable to your request, though some of my friends tell me it does not do me justice, I think, however, it is a very fair picture. 1 shall expect yours at your earliest eon venience, "I will mention, In conclusion, that I are an only child. My father is dead, but mj mother h still living. My father was i clergyman, and was settled in this villagi prior to my birth, which was eighteen yeari ago tho fourteenth day of May last. I hav« a good education, for it was my father'i especial province to see to, that while living and he has been dead only a trifle over threi years. "Our circumstances are humble, and I now work in a hat factory for the joint supporl of mother and self. Hoping to hear from your again soon, I remain your interested correspondent, FANNIE WILBUR." "Noble girl!" exclaimed fir hero, as he finished tho perusal of this letter; "Bhe is working for the support of her self and mother, while I, an able-bodied man, am frittering away my existenoe in idle pleasures and useless pursuits." He had examined the photograph care fully and critically before perusing Fan nie's letter, and he could not deny what was evident to him at a glance, that the picture represented a very intelligent and lovely girl. He again picked it up, and examined it with incresing interest. "There is not a girl among my fash ionable acquaintances that will compare with her in points of beauty,setting aside their vanity and selfishness, and their lack of moral culture. It Is evident that this girl is good and pure, unless her face very much belies her—such a girl, in fact, as any man might safely trust with his purse or his honor. The tone of her letter is modest, and evinces a con siderable degree of culture, much more than I should have expected from ouo condemned by circumstances to a life of toil; but her being the daughter of a clergyman—and doubtless a very worthy and conscientious one—will explain that. I will have my photograph taken at once, and send it to her, with my warmest thanks. I will dress in a very modest and tasteful manner, so as not to shock her sense of'propricty. I feel more and more anxious every minute to mako tho first impression as favorable as possible." Agreeably to Fannie's request, ho wrote a warm—we had almost said lover like—reply to her letter, inclosing tho much looked for picture. Leslie was a very handsome man, and would havo looked well in any garb, no matter how commonplace. Space will not permit of our entering into a detailed account of the delightful correspondence that now ensued between the really interested young millionaire and tho modest, warm-hearted country girl, whom ho had never yetsc .ii in miniature. Sutlice it to say, so constaut and unin terrupted had this correspondence been, that one month later found him, by Fan nie's permission, on his way to the rural home to visit her. To admit the truth they were already much in love with each other, and this eagerly longed for meeting, as might be expected, fairly capped the climax; for our hero and Fanuie were affianced in less than au hour after his arrival in Epping. He kept up the delusion regarding his humble circumstances till after they were married, and he had removed her to pre side as mistress over a palatial abode on the Hudson. lie was more considerate and obliging than most sons-in-law, for he gladly seconded Fannie's request that her mother should accompany them; and what is more unusual sti.l, she has never attempted to make herself a bone of contention between them. Leslie, every one says, is justly proud of his young wife, and has never re gretted the day that he purchased that hat. lie intends to keep it as a heir loom in his family.— New York Weekly. Chocolate Nuts or Deans. Chocolate nuts or beans from which the chocolate of commerce is made are the seeds or fruit of a small tree, native of tropical America, but now widely dis tributed aud cultivated in most tropical countries. The trees are of small size, rarely more than twenty feet high, but with broad, thin, pointed leaves. The (lowers are small and produced on the old wood, and are succeeded by a pod like fruit six to ten inches in length, each containing fifty or more seeds. When the fruit is ripe the seeds, which are covered with a thick mucilage, are re moved from the pods aud placed in heaps, where they undergo a slight fer mentation, after which they are spread out in the sun to dry. When thorough ly dry they arc packed in sacks and be come the chocolate beau of commerce. Upon being roasted the beans split open, as seen in the common coffee bean, and when ground to powder and made into paste and pressed into cakes it is called chocolate, which is generally flavored with sugar and vanilla. As for tho healthful properties of chocolate, much depends upon the person who uses it. With some persons it appears to agree, but with others not. for it is an old adage that "what is one man's food is another man's poison." Chocolate, however, is considered a very nutritious beverage by tho medical faculty.— New York Sun. A Big Crop From One Barley-Head Four years ago Miss Lena Woodard, living on Thorn Creek, Washington, sowed the seed from one head of barley. Slie harvested tho crop'with a pair of shears and sowed the amount received the j next year, again harvesting it with hei j shears. The third crop her father cut I with a grass scythe, getting enough bar- I ley from this crop to sow forty acres last i spring, which averaged forty bushels to | the acre when threshed, making a total 1 yield of 1000 bushels from one head of J barley in four years.— San Francisco I Chronicle, Terms—Bl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months. NOTOI Solution of Bimetallsnt. General Berrian has proposed a novel solution of the silver coinage problem. His scheme is to make a dollar of gold and silver, mechanically combined, by first making a silver coin worth twenty five cents, with a hole in the centre, and then pressing into the centre a plug of gold worth seventy-five cents. On the face of it, this seems a good idea, as it would do away with the objection raised by all to the size and weight of the silver dollar and the minuteness of the gold dollar. In other words it is an average—a concentration of advantages. But the point of the matter lies in the "mechanically combined" detail, which is more important than at first sight would appear. It will be a delicate and difficult task to so join the gold and silver parts as to enable the coin to stand the- wear and tear to which metalic legal tender is subjected. As usual, electricity, goddess of power and progress, can lend her aid and assist to practicability the germ of a good idea. If, instead of "mechanically combined," we substitute the words "electrically welded," tho scheme becomes more practical and the coin more beautiful and cheaper to produce. By electrically weld ing gold and silver together and then subjecting the composite piece to the im pression of a die, a coin with slightly concave surfaces could be produced with the great advantage that tho welded joint would bo the strongest portion. Con caving the faces of the coin would throw the maximum wear on the outer ring of silver. Such a scheme brought to per fection would bo bimetalisni with a vengeance. As a design for the obverse of this new coin we would suggest an ideal repre sentation of tho Goddess of Electricity. Columbia would thus be given a well earned rest, and the coming power would be symbolized and immortalized,although such actions might offend the pretty Philadelphia girl who posed for the pro file of Columbia.— New York Electrical lieview. Indian Legend of the Moon. Here is a peculiar legond of the In dians, as told by the Rev. Mr. Cook, the full-blooded Sioux, who is tho minister ial representative of the Episcopalian de nomination at Pine Ridge Agency, says the Omaha liee. The legend, which was related to the Indian children at the agency, was of their fore-fathers' belief as to the cause of the disappearance of the moon. lie Said the belief was that every time a new moon appear jd it was a signal for all the mice in the country to gather themselves together in one spot. When they assembled they separated in four great armies. One army went to the north, auothcr to the south, a third to the east and a lourth to the west. These armies of mice traveled until they reached the point where, from tho place of start ing, the heavens seemed to touch the earth. Then they climbed up the sky until they came to the moon, which was by this time what we call full. All of the four armies then commenced nibbling at Luna, and when they had eaten her all up the mice would scamper back down tho heavens to the earth and wait for her to show herself again, when the journey and nibbling would be repeated by the mice. And this is what the Indians of early days believed was the cause of the moon growing old and finally disappear ing. llill Tribes DcserUug the Caucasus. The mountain tribes of the Caucasus are emigrating in large numbers to Tur key. Russian settlers are not slow to take possession of their lands. The Gov ernment has been petitioned by such set tlers to divide the lands that were va cated by the Caucasians into regular set tlements aud to establish proper judiciary circuits there. "* But the Governor of the Kooban district has informed the peti tioners that their demands cannot be ful filled—that the time has not come yet for the central Government to take into possession and to dispose of the lands of the aborigines.— Chicago Herald. A Strange Feathered Monster. A strange feathered monster, supposed to be a gigantic pelican from some trop ical land, wss killed in Livingston parish recently by August Ilciss. The bird was snow-white in color, except the wing tips, which were black. Its body was as large as that of a full-grown sheep, its flesh was blood-red, its bill two feet in length, with an enormous sack or pouch attached with the capacity of a small dip net.— New Orleans Times-Demo crat. A Curious Writlnjr Hnbit. One curious habit of tho venerable Jules Simon is that he does most of his writing in bed. For many years he has pursued this practice; he lies flat on his back, holds a tablet of paper above him and does his writing thereon—seemingly an impossible thing. Yet tho old gen tleman's chirography is a marvel of neat ness and exactness; it is as prim and tiny as a schoolmarm's.— Chicago Newt. Something: New in Flower Beds. The largest advertisement in the world is that of tho Glasgow News, cut in the shape of flower beds on the side of H hill back of Ardenlee, Scotland; the words "Glasgow News" can be seen and plainly read adistance of four miles; the length of each letter is forty feet; the total length of the line 323 feet; the area covered by the lotters 14,845 feet. A new machine makes paper boxes. NO. 23. A. NEW CATECHISM. H&- WbaMs it makes this life worth living, Tell me, when all has been said and donaf Sho— Itls the rapture of forgiving. When are the guilty one. Ha— What makes us all so opposed to dying, When so much of heaven we all have hoard? She— Because when we're dead there's no replying, And woman must have the final word. He — What is your own idea of heaven— Of heaven on earth, perhaps I mean' She— A place where the men are all twenty-seven And I am the only girl, just eighteen. He What's your idea of a perfect poet. One to whom all should bow the knee? She- How absurd you are! Well, if you must know it, The poet who writes of lovo and me. * —Somervillc Journal. IIUMOR OP THE DAY. Hush money is what tho young hus band parts with for soothing syrups, etc. —Mercury. Stealing a march is not larceny any more than firing a peddler is arson.— Pittsburg Post. "What do you think of Harkins as a talker?" "He is brilliantly dull."— Chicago News. The man who is always finding fault will always assure you that he is never looking for it.— Somcrcille Journal. Accounting Trustee—"Figures can't lie, you know, sir." Disappointed Bene ficiary—"No, but liars can figure."— Texas Siftinqs. A mule would rather hear himself bray than to listen to anybody else's music. A good many people are built like him. i —Ram's Horn. "I'll just take off my ova-coat," is what the young chick said as it broke the shell and first saw the light of day.— Yon kern Statesman. "He is a great traveler." " Don't be lieve he was* ever out of the city!" "But then, see how he wanders in his mind." —Philadelphia Times. Miss Highmind—"What did you think of Sig. Trtvello." Miss Giddy girl—"Oh, I thought his mustache was simply stunning."— Chicago News. She >ventto Anna's wadding. For tow id was Anna fated, She had a lovely lliue, of course, For then 'twas Anna mated. —Buffalo Express. Woman can't throw a stone straight to save her soul, but she can sit in an easy chair and enchant a man so that he will go and throw it for her.— Somen tile Journal. Blimbers—"My barber is really a very talented person." Bjones—"lndeed?" Blimbers—"Oh, yes; he often illustrates the stories he tells me with cuts."—Bos ton Post. Common to New Yorkers: First Stranger (in Boston) —"Is this Boston Common?" Second Stranger—"Very. But you ought to see New York."— American Qroccr. The Visitor (viewing the new baby)— "Don't you think he is going to resem ble his father?" The Mother—"l shouldn't be surprised, lie keeps me up every night."— New York Sun. Prof. Bumptious—"lt lias been truth fully remarked that 'a little learning is a dangerous thing.'" Sophomore (sotto voice) —"Wonder if professor realizes tho peril he's in!"— Boston Courier. Amateur Actor—"Well, what did you think of my modest effort?" Friend— "Superb! Simply superb." A. A.— "Thank you." Friend—"Consideredas an effort."— lndianapolis Journal. "We had same mind-reading at our party last evening. Johnny had a pin and tho new minister tried to find it." "And did he succeed?" "Oh, yes—he fonnd it wheu he sat dowu."— Chicago News. "But, Mr. Finkelstein, why applaud tho play so vigorously when it is so execrably bad?" "That makes no differ ence to me, my dear fellow. I lent the author S2O this morniug."— Fliegende Blaetter. "The Government is going to pay $930,000 for a ram," remarked the snake editor. "The animal ought to have a fine pedigree to be worth that much," replied tho agricultural editor.—Pitts hurg Telegraph. Globctrotle—"Did you ever travel on a personally conducted tour?" Mr. Meeker— "Often." Globetrotlo "Whom did you have for manager us ually?" Mr. Meeker—"My wife."— New York Weekly. Husband—"What are you so much in terested in in that paper?" Wife—"l was reading one of those articles on how to get up a cheap dinner." Husband— "Do you want to ruin me?"— New Or leans Times-Democrat. Cholley's father was a Huron in the jolly ialo of Hull, And the girl ho sought to marry had a father rich in wool; Said her father, "Let us test him," and the Yankee girl saiil, "Lets;" And they said lie was uo liaron when they found he paid his debts. —Chicago A'euu,
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