SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. ♦'The South," announces the Philadel» phia liecord , "will shortly supply the country's lumber demand. There are 3500 saw mills running there already." ' Of the $15,000,000 that Uncle Sam is going to deal out to the sugar planters, more than two-thirds will goto Louis iana,; estimates the Commercial Adver tisers 1 The Australian fanner is already en gaged in turning his attention to the cul tivation of cotton, and every assistance is being given him by the colonial author ities. ' There are more women In British India (124,000,000) than there are men, •women and children in Great Britain, Pranct and Germany put together, with the population of several minor Euro pean States cast in as well. One imperial heir in Austria killed himself under circumstances of disgrace, another fled into obscurity as plain John Ortb, while still another is lyiug nearly dead. The haps of Hnpsburg, moralizes the Washington Star, are sadly numer ous. According to reports, two-thirds of tho students of the Old World have a rather brief and inglorious career. A London letter says: "One-third of the studentsin Europe, it is said, die prema turely from the effect of bad habits ac quired at college; one-third die prema turely from the effects of close confine ment at their studies, and the other third govern Europe." R. S. Hunton,oncof the leading mine owners of Colorado, says that electricity opens up a new era in tho production of silver. The reason of this statement is that many of the high mountain mines have been almost valueless because of the expense of transporting fuel' to them. Now through the utilization of water power with tho electric motor these mines can bo operated cheaply, and a notable increase of output may be looked for. So evident is this fact that there has already sprung up a demand for electrical mining machinery in Mexico, and our Americau electrical manufactur ing companies are now sending large quantities of apparatus thither. "The traditional bow and arrow of the American Indian," said a Westerner, "are things of the past. The average Indian of to-day is about as skilful with a bow and arrow as a six-year old boy is with a toy pistol. It's very fuuny to see Easterners when they are traveling out West get Indians to show them how they use their old-time weapons. The Indian's favorite way of exhibiting his skill is to shoot at a quarter or half a dollar stuck in a split stick. The money of course, comes out of the pocket of the Eastern man and the noble Red Man will shoot at it from a distance of a dozen steps " and miss it with the most monotonous regularity. As the small boy would say, he can't shoot a little bit. His weapons nowadays are two kinds, both adopted from the white man. One is the rifle which he uses upon his friend the pale j fnce, and upon his friend's cattle. The J other is whisky, which he uses upon himself, audit is quite as deadly to him as bullets—provided he can get enough of it." One of the phenomenal business de velopments in this country in the la3t few years, says the National Stockman, has been in growth of the dressed beef industry. There has not been a year in its history in which there has not been a substantial increase. Last year a total of 3,730,000 cattle were slaughtered in the West, against 3,050,000 in the preceding year, an increase of twenty-two per ceut. This fairly represents the rate of growth. Of this total by far the greater part is ' for consumption in this country, probably one-seventh of it going abroad, iuasmuch as the aggregate weight of beef, exclu sive of tallow, exported last year was 369,216,561 pounds. Of course American ' producers will bo glad to see beef expor tation increase, even while recognizing that the growth of the dressed beef trade, as far as it contributes to supplying the American market, is inimical to the in terests of cattle generally. The industry, such as it is, with all its possibilities, is here to stay. To such a decree, though, has it interfered with beef raising and beef selling in the older States that it is desirable that legislation be provided, if such a thing be possible, to hold it in check. At all events, it is certain to be a »roat feature in tho American cattlo industry in time to come. OLD THINGS ARE BEST. Old tilings oro best. We wander So strangely and so lonely From here to that world yondt'r. Why not grow fond and fonderl In tried affections only? Old friends are best. Their faces Each year seem dearer, dearer, And glow with new-found graces; Then, ah! These vacant places But bring the living nearer. Old homes are best. The laughter That tells of childhood's pleasures Beneath the ancient rafter, Surpasses all that's after And all of manhood's treasures. Old love is best. Its swoetnesa Makes pleasant sorrow's chalice. And spite of Time'* dread fleetuesa It gains in calm compleness And laughs at Age's malic®. Old faith is best the teaching Of heart enshrined mothers. What profits subtle preaching'. Or blind and eager reaching For doubt that mocks and smothers? Old ways are the best; th? soilness Of simpler lives and fitter. Ere wealth had come with madness, Or folly left its sadness. And sin its lessons bitter. Old things are best. The glimmer Of age forbids new choices. Oh. as mine eyes grow dimmer, Faintly across the shimmer AVaft me the old, sweet voices! —George Horton.in Chicago lieralJ. OLD MAN MIXALL. BY nni.EN FORREST GRAVES. "So you've got back ag'in, Lo-i-sy!" said Old Man Mixall. "Yes, Mr. Mixall," said Louisa Hill," "I've got back again." "Any news, Lo-i-sy?" cheerfully piped the octogenarian, folding the week-old newspaper so as to bring the "Financial News"on a level with his old steel spec tacles. Louisa shook her head. "Well, I vuml" said Old Man Mixall. "It's a shameAdain Putney always was as queer as Sancho, and I do b'lieve he grows queerer every year he lives." Louisa Hill sighed softly, and went about her work of preparing beans. The morrow was bean-picking day at "Desperation Hall," and there was at least a bushel of the leguminous vegeta bles ready to be picked over and stemmed. The boarders at Desperation Hall were partial to pickles as soon as the cold weather set in, and the matron was anxious to keep them satisfied and happy. Decoration Hall was a loug,low erec tic eray stone thut had been a suuff mi. century ago, and was now utilize. \ the accommodation of the town po>. Captain .. s Fotherindyke, a retired sea captain, w \t the heltn of this in stitution ; and L a thrifty dame of many Raided and abetted him in every respect.And of all the boarders, old Simon Mixall was the cheeriest and most helpful. "Can't I help ye, Lo-i-sy?" said he, '•wing down the paper. " 'Pears to me •»ot a dreadful job there, with all oiera •' I'm awful sorry 'bout Adam Putney T <i'pose Peter's clean out o' patience with mm." The color mounted to Louisa's cheek. "Peter don't say much," answered she; "but, of course, he's vexed. But I toll him that the farm belongs to Uncle Adam, and if his Uncle Adam hasn't a mind to sell to these railroad people, he can't be made to do so." "An' ye can't no ways be married without the money?" wistfully spoke Mr. Mixall. Lcuisn shook her head. _ "Peter has his mother and his lame sister to support," said she, with u sigh. "We shall have to wait, that's all." Old Man Mixall shook his head over the emerald drift of beans. "I hold with the proverb," said he, "that 'it's ill waitin' for dead men's shoes.' And the Putneys always was a long-lived race." "He may live as long as he wants for all me," observed Louisa. "I don't grudge him a moment of his life, poor old man!" "No, I don't believe you do," said Old Man Mixall. ' All the same, it's pretty hard 011 you and Pete. How's Widow Bliven? Any better of the rheu matiz? Me and Nancy Bliven we've danced many a Virginia reel together in our young days, though p'raps ye wouldn't think it, Lo-isy." "She'B a little better," said Louisa. "And the young folks are going to have a masquerade frolic at the Lyceum to earn money to paint the old Bliven house and re-shiugle the roof before fall sets in. I'm going to borrow the Quaker dress that Libby Weldon's grandmother wore when she was married. It tils me ex actly." "I want to know!" ejaculated the old man. "And Peter's going to ask old Squire Lomax to lend him the chest of Revolu tionary uniforms and things he's got in the garret of the old house," added Louisa. "He's going to be 'George Wash ington.' " "I'd admire to sco him," said Old Man Mixall. "I wonder now if Cap'n Elias would object to megoin' down there and seein' you young folks rigged up?" "I'll uk him myself," said Louisa, LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, JULY 31, 1891. who liked the kindly old soul &nd wanted him to have the simple treat. m "You see, I don't often ask for an evening out," said Old Mau Mixall. "Not but what I'd like it oftener, but if I ask, there's forty others would think they'd ought togo, too, an' I don't want Cap'n Elias to hev any more trouble thuu's absolutely neccisary. But I would like to see how you look as a Quakeress, and I'm mortal sure Peter Putney'll make an A No. 1 Revolutioner!" And when the beans were all prepared for the morrow's pickle, Old Man Mixall strolled cheerily along the front of Des peration Hall, tying up some fat African marigold he had planted, and placing new strings for his scarlet runners to climb on, in front of the windows where old Aunt Ruggles lay sick. For the western light hurt hsr old eyes, and when the scarlet-runner leaves waved in the wind, she babbled vaguely of the gieen Maine forests whero she had been born. "I jest wish I was wuth a million dol lars!" said the old philanthropist. "I'd give Pete Putney and Lo-i-sy Hill the finest farm in Middle County. I don't see what possesses old Adam to stick to his stony fields and mullein pastures so tight, when the railroad people offer him five thousand dollars for 'em. Guess I'll go raound an' see him about it. Lo-i-sy Hill's too pretty a gal aud too good a one to be kept waitin' uutil Pete can dig a home out of the rocks for her. It ain't no pa'ticklcr fun that I know of, doin' housework at Desperation Hall." Aud so, on tho evening of the Widow Bliven's masquerade party, Old Man Mixall trudged around by the Putney Farm to see his ancient contemporary. Old Adam sat warming his venerable bones in the sun. Suashiue was cheaper than firewood, if less satisfactory, and he returned his greeting. "So ye won't sell the farm to the Quantick Company?" said Simon, sitting cheerfully down on the woodeu suttee beside his friend. "I can't sell it," said Putney, drum ming his wrinkled fingers ou the wia dow-sill. "Why cant ye sell it?" "lie won't let me." "Who won't let you?" "My Gran'thcr Putney." "Land alive, man, what ye talking about?" cried Mixall. "Yer Gran'ther Putney, he's been dead an' buried this seveuty years!" , "I dream about hitn every uigh' ; " said Adam Putney, in the same slow, mechanical way. "I see him a-settiu' on the old oak stump by the well. Aud he's always a-sayin', 'Don't sell the farm, j Adam?' I can't go agin him, can I?" "Wal, I calc'late I should if I was [you!" declared Mixall. "Dead an' buried folks hain't no busiuess meddlin' that a-way." "I can't go agin him!" repeated Put ney, with the slow, settled policy of old I «S e "But here's your nephew, Peter, as smart a lad as ever steppped, and Lo-I-sy Hill, the prettiest gal goin.' They'd have money togo to housekeeping if you'd listen to reason." "I can't go agin Gran'thcr Putney." "And here you be, poor'n Job's tur key, holdiu' onto the rockiest farm this side o' Serape Mountain, all jest for a consarned whim!" persisted Mixall. "I can't go agin Gran'ther Putney," drcariiy repeated Old Adam, winking his blearecßeyes in the sunshine. And Old Man Mixall, fuirly out of pa tience, got up and trotted down the road, muttering unutterable things as he went. "There ain't such a dumb fool as he iu all the foolish ward at Dcsperatiou Hall," said he. And it took a good deal of the laugh ter and merrymaking at the Bliven mas querade to erase the disagreeable impres sion from his mind. Old Man Mixall was a favorite every where, and the hospitable dame in charge of the refreshments cheered him with hot coffee, newly browned waffles, chicken salad and frosted cake, before he went iu to see the young folks dance. "That's Lo-i-sy!" he cried, shrilly. "Ain't she jest as pretty as a pink in that Quaker gowud and the scoop hat? And there's Pete Putney cuttiu' pigeon wings in old Squire Lomax's Revolutionary togs. Wal, I never!" And Old Man JNlixall laughed until ho shook like a mold of jelly. Cap'n Elias Fothcrindye was seriously alarmed when his oldest boarder did not return until the next morning. "Why, I swan to gracious," said he, "I allowed suthin had happened t'yel" "No, cap'n" said the old man, "nothiu' hain't happened. But Pete Put ney. lie ax»jd me, scein' I was comin' right past the place, to leave his Revolu tioner rig to Squiro Lomax's; an' when I got to Squire Lomax's, they axed me to stay all night. Dre'tful sociable folks them Lomaxes!" And the Old Man Mixall went out to water his marigolds aud scarlet run ners. The sun wns setting behind the to mato vines in the back garden when Louisa Hill came breathlessly up the path. "Oh, Mr. Mixall," said she, "Peter has just driven away! He has taken me for a ride." "Eh?" "And what do you think? We're to be married next week?" "I—want—to---know 1" "And Uncle Adam is going to sell the farm to the Quantick Compauy, and give the money to Peter, and he's to live with usl" "Wal, I declare!" "Uncle Adam says he saw Gran'thei Putney last night a-settin' on the old oak stump by the well, just at midnight. And this time ho was all dressed in the suit he fought at Bunker Hill in—mus ket and cocked hat and all—and he says, says he, 'Sell the farm, Adam—sell the farm,'as distinct as ever ye heard any thing in your life. And Uncle Adam, he says it's a direct message from his an cestor, and tho deeds are to be handed over to-monow. And wo shall be happy at last I" "Did—you—everl" said Old MaD Mixall. "It was a dream, of coursel" said Louisa. "Oh, of course I" said Old Man Mix all. But when she was gone to tell Mr 3. Fotherindyke, the octogenarian walked slowly out to his scarlet runners, and laughed long and silently. "I hain't outlived all my usefulncsi yet," said he.— Saturday Night. Their First Day iu Court. It is always amusing to watch young lawyers when they appear in court foi the first two or three times. Either thej are very much frightened and forget al. they wanted to say, or they are very bole aud seem to think that they can give tli< Judge more points in five minutes that he could otherwise get in half au hour. Some have committed to memory wha' they want to say, and, whilo they go OE glibly with no obstacle ahead, let th« Judge ask a question and they ur« swamped, and flounder about hopelessly, unable to give a coherent answer, until the Judge gives it up and lets them ge! , back again to the set speech. And the effect these young lawyers have on the old and toughened Judges is astonishing. Some of the Judges are thrown into their crossest moods by the appearance of one of the youngsters. They will make suggestions and ask what the law is on that point, aud what au thority there is for that proposition, un til the ablest lawyer might well wish lu was somewhere else. Other Judges are caused to remember the first time they themselves appeared with fear aud trembling before some stern judicial light, and they at once set about making the young fellow feel us much at ease as possible. They nod ap proval and speak encouragingly and re frain fiom making any suggestions that Iligh 1 12. throw the novice a .liirrr, so that he goes away feeling that ho has done pretty well after all, and is rather surprised aud pained when he reads the court's opiniou showing the utter fallacy of his whole argument. — New York Times. Regrreening of Vegetables. It may be a superfluous task to paint the lily or to gild the retiued gold, but the rcgreeuingof vegetables has assumed the proportions of a gigantic industry, which has its headquarters in France, gives employment to 20,000 persons, and represents a business of $8,000,000. Nine-tenths at least of the green pre served vegetables sold in France or abroad are said to be regreened with sulphate of copper to give them the ap pearance of freshness. According to the Driti&h Medical Jour nal the Glasgow Health Committee have decided that, as the French Government have annulled their re-greening prohi bition it remains for consumers to take care of themselves. "A foolish British public," says tho Glasgow report, "expects to get green peas at Christmas such as it gets from tho market gardens in summer. Tho French manufacturer makes them to suit his whim. Tho consequeuce is that it cates stale peas greened with sulphate of copper all the year round." A curious fact is said to be that the largest sale of preserved peas takes place iu that period of the year when fresh peas are in season.— Newcastle ( England) Chronicle. Electrifying a Postal Card. On a dry day rub with a brush or with the hand a thin piece of paper. It will become eloctrified in a short time and will adhere to your haud, your face or your coat as if it had glue on it, and you will not be able to get rid of it. Electrify in the same manner a thick piece of paper, a postal card for exam ple, and you will see that, as with soal iug-wax, glass, sulphur or resin, this card can a'.tract light bodies (small pieces of cork, etc.). Balance a cane on the back of a chair and wager any oneiu the audience that you will make it fall without touching it, blowing it or mov ing tho chair. All you need do is to dry the card well before the fire, rub it vigorously with your sleeve and put close to one end of the cane, which will follow it as iron fol lows u magnet, until, having lost its equilibrium, the caue will fall to the floor.— Churchman. "Derrick." Derrick is the name of a crane used iu shifting and lifting heavy woights. It is said to be so called from one Theo doric, who, while serving at Cadiz as a soldier uuder Robert, Earl of Essex, was doomed to death for some crime, but pardoned by his comtuauder ou condition that ho would hang twenty-throe other malefactors. Such aro the revolutions of fate that subsequently he was employed in Loudon to behead Esses, the man who had saved his life.— Philadelphia llecord. In British India 28,000,000 acres aro cultivated by irrigation. Terms—sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. Blasting Is done by electricity. Electric cranes are increasing in us«. The brain of man exceeds twice that of any other animal. A man breathes about twenty times a minute, or 1200 times an hour. One dollar a minute is the charge for using the new London-Paris telephone line. The great telescope of Lord Rosse, in Irelaud, has a speculum six feet diame ter, fifty-fire feet focus. Pennsylvania makes fifty-two out of every 100 tons of rolled iron in the United States, and sixty-nine out of every 100 steel rails. It keeps thieo large Chicago factories busy to manufacture the locomotivo headlights ao<l railroad lanterns that are used in this country. The factor ies give employment to 1100 men and boys. A number of fine residences in the Back Bay section of Boston are being equipped with elevators operated by electric motors. The machinecy is very simple and compact, and the elevators will carry two or three persons at good speed. An English firm manufactures a com bined oil engine aud dynamo. A largo number of these engines have been built and sent throughout the various colo nies, where they are said to be oper ated with especial economy for small plants. Phosphorus is now made by aid of electricity in Eugland, the mixture ot phosphoric acid being decomposed by tho heat of au electric arc embedded in the mass. This local application of heat ia said to be more economical than heat ing in large retorts by the ordinary process. Electricity has superseded steam power nt the royal foundry at Wurtem burg, the dyuamo beiug driven by a large turbine water wheel. The stream furnishing the water is some distance from the works, the electricity being conveyed across tho town by overhead couductors. The current operates some twenty-five lathes and polishing ma chines. A Warsaw engineer has invented a new harness by which the danger of shy ing horses is averted. It is so arranged that by pulling a string which is at tached to the driver's seat tho horses aro at once unhitched aud I'UC vehicle is brought to a standstill. The invention was tried by the best horsemen in the city and found perfectly successful. A model of it has been sent to St. Peters burg with an application for a patent. M. Mareelhacy has made some addi tional improvements iu diving apparatus which have received the approving in dorsement of the French authorities. In this arrangcmement, instead of the heavy electric hatid lamp, employed ordinarily by divers, the plan is to affix powerful glow lamps at the top of the helmet, so that the diver's hands arc at ail times free for work. The lamp is connected by a conductor with a battery either on shore or in a vessel above as the case may be. The practicability of telegraphing without wires has recently been demon strated by the success of several experi ments. Not long ago Mr. Preece, the head electrician of the postal telegraph system in England, succeeded in estab lishing communication across the Solent to the Isle of Wight, aud telegraphed also across tho lJiver Severn, without wires, merely using earth-plates at a suf ficient distauce apart. It is now proposed to make practical use of this system in communication with lightships. A Canine Hero. A correspondent of au English papev writes: "I recently witnessed the fol lowing littlo incident on tho Thames, near Twickenham, when the river was full ot land water, and therefore, very swift and dangerous. Two dogs, one a large animal, tho other a little terrier, were enjoying a swim near the bank, but soon the little one was carried out some distance and was unable to get to shore. By this time the big dog had regained the shore, and, seeing what was happen ing to his companion, began running backward and forward in the most ex citing manner, at the same time whim pering and barking, and evidently not knowing for the moment what to do. The terrier was fast losing strength, and, although swimming hard, was being rapidly carried down stream. Tho big dog could contain himself no longer. Kuuniug some yards ahead of his strug gling friend, he plunged into the water and swam vigorously straight out until lie got. in a line with the little head just appearing behind him. Then he al lowed himself to be carried down, tail first, until he got next to the terrier, this being accomplished in the cleverest mauuer, and began to swim hard, gradu* ally pushing the little OHO nearer and nearer to the shore, which was gained after a most exciting time. Tho fact of this canine hero going so far ahead to allow for the strong current, and the judgment shown iu getting alongside, and then the pushing, certainly seemed to mc to betoken instinct of a very big!' ordw." "I haven't had an outing for twa years," complained Mrs. Jaysmith. "That's too bad," replied her lresbaud sympathetically. * 'l'll look at tho ad vertisments aud see if there isn't a free excursion to a sale of lots you can go t<* today."—Wimp. NO. 42. A SONG FOR TWILIGHT. Now the windr,«-wailing go Through the acre, forsaken trees! Wow the <iay is waxing low. And above the troubled seas Paint ttars glimmer, and the breeze Haver;, sad with memories. Now the time to part has come. What is left for ua to say? Shall we wander sad and dumb > Down this garden's leaf-strewn way, Or by tossing waves and gray Hand in hand together stray? In this garden shall we stand, In the day's departing light— Here, where first I touched your hand On that unforgiven night When you stood, 'mid roses bright Dream-embodied to tho sight? Where wo met, Love, shall -wo part? In this garden shall we twain. Mouth to mouth, as heart to heart, ' Loving turn, and kiss again— In this garden shall we drain Love's last bitter-sweet, and pain? Nay, Love, let us leave this place; Let us go, Dear, to the beach, Where in happy summer days, •Sleeping Love awoke to speech; And his voice, tho' low, could reach To the deepest heart of each. There the sea winds drifting sweet From some strange land far away, And the blown waves as they meet One another in the bay— Those together haply may , Hint some word for us to say. Let us kiss, then, Dear, and go Down together to the sea. We will kiss, Dear, meeting so, If the days that are to be If my heart should then be free, In you should remember me! —Philip B. Marston , tiv Independent. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Lies at death's door—The obituary. Makes noise enough for two—Twins. Going the rounds—The man climbing a ladder. A bird in the hand is not worth two on a bonnet.— Life. Shadows of a great city—lnspector Byrne's men.— Life. Of course a fisherman knows what his net income is.— Lowell Courier. One of the barbarisms—Toastiug Indies iu hot weather.— Chisago T.iakt. The West Point cadet defines a kiss as a report at headquarters.— Detroit Free Prttt. After all, a tuning fork is merely a kind of pitch fork.— Binghamton liepxib lican. The Gallant (humbly)—"l am not wealthy, Miss Lauras but I " The Beauty—"That will do, Mr. Golightly, No!!" Puck. Seaside laudlords are preparing to get your surplus money if it takes all summer. If we had microscopic eyes, beauty would not be skin deep.— Pittsburg Dispatch. Take a lesson from the strawberry box. It is never full.— We.it/uld (2V. J.) Standard. A man whose soul is harrowed is not necessarily a cultured individual.—Bos ton Herald. About the poorest occupation you can find is to sit down and admire yourself. I tarn's Horn. Great men are only ordinary men with their hair combed and their faces washed. —Atchison Olobe. The best method of keeping books— Don't let your friends know you have any.— Boston Post. The world would be much better than it is if men would live up to their obitua ries.— Cape Cod Item. There is one lucky thing about spoiled children —we never have them in our own family.— Elmira Gazette. The angler first lies in wait for his catch, and then lies in weight of his catch.— Harritburg Telegram. The man who talks in his sleep is not as much of a nuisance as the man who sleeps in his talk.— Boston. Courier. Men would be very wise if they could only learn as much as their boys think they could teach them.— Ham's Horn. If you want a thing well done, do it yourself generally; but when it comes to sewing on a button you had better ask your wife.— Someitille Journal. Society Note- The groom's present to the bride was a handsome diamond brooch, besides many other beautiful things in cut glass.— Elmira Gazette. One of Dr. Howard Crosby's charac teristic puns was his translation of "Iu vino Veritas," which he Knglished as "Brandy peaches."— New York Independ ent. "My social instincts are always very strong," said the policeman. "It gives me intense satisfaction to meet, some good clubablo fellow."— Washington Post. Smith was about to die, aud was mad about it. "Let me place your head lower on the pillow, dear," said Mrs. Smith, gently. "Soy I" said Sir. Smith, faintly, "who's doing this dying, you or I?" Judge. A Matter of Taste: "Say, barber," said the victim to the artist, "you are using a different brand of shaving soap than you used last week." "Why do you think 50#" "It tastes different."— New twrh
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