SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN w M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. IX. The Washington Star thinks the news paper is gradually crowding the bras, band out of politics. The people waul to think—not listen. Tt. is said that the mining output in Colorado this year will exceed anything over kuown iu the history of the State. The snows on the mountains will furnish plenty of water for the gold placers this summer,,and the silver deposits are rap idly bii'ng developed. One of the train despatches in the service of the Georgia Southern Railroad is a woman, Mrs. Willie Coley. -'lt is a remarkable innovation in railroading," observes the New York Wvrht, "and it shows that woman is gra lually captur ing all the strongholds of masculine la bor.'' Canada's new banking law, which re cently went into effect, makes the sale of stock on margin a penal offense. It also fixes the minimum capita! at •Si.aO,- 000, restricts dividends to eight per cent, and provides for a redemption fund of five per cent, on circulation to pay the :iotesof suspended banks. Another depressing exclaims the Washington S'ur. A Chi naman was arrested in New York for passing a counterfeit note. But when it came to a question of identilication, the main witness was nonplussed by the fact that a large number of Chiueii.en had the same facial peculiarities and could not be distinguished. Here we are with a large population of people among whom alibis may at any tun : grow like grass in summer. "Singular as it may appear," says the Paris American lic/t >/ t, "the German capital has and pays an official bird catchtr. The catching of birds is pro hibited, but the collections and educa tional institutions of the university fre quently require, Jor scientific purposes, birds' eggs, nests, etc., and the taxider mist Lcmm is the only person commis sioned to furnish them within tlic precincts of Berlin, and the district- of Teltow and Xiederbarnim.'' A very pretty idea is carried out iu London which aims to bring about a love of plants and flowers among the poorer classes. A fund is raised out of which prizes are paid for the best display of window gardening or potted plants, and the scheme has become so very pop ular that thousands of cottage homes are now beautified by floral effects, and it is 110 uncommon thing to see a window set out with plants growing in old teapots, caus or cigar boxes marked as a prize winner. Harper's Weekly says: The impression made by Bismarck's personality has cer tainly been disturbed by his course since his removal. Apparently he has some what mistaken his hold upon Germany. It was not that of a popular leader, but of a ruler of great resources and despotic will. Consequently when he fell from power, and it was seen that there was no interruption of the usual course of events, that the situation was, in fact, unaf fected, there was no strong personal feel ing and loyalty upon which ho could rely in opposition to the Government. It is not to be expected that Bismarck will greatly influence affairs when he reap pears iu the German Parliament. In the conviction of Germany, undoubtedly, his day is past. The Pennsylvania Deaf and Dumb Asylum, near Philadelphia, has discarded the use of sign language and will adhere hereafter to the so-called oral system of instruction. Au account says: "Moses Moses, a boy of Easton, I'enn., who has been in the institution since ISB6, is one of the marvelous products of the 'oral instruction'system. lie was born deaf, and has never heard the sound of his own or of any other person's voice. But he cau now move around among his fel lows in the world outside of the institu tion, and no one would ever know that he was either deaf or dumb. By a la ' prions process he has been taught how ve his lips and vocal chords and "'ame sounds, and now he talks ho has heard conversation on since the cradle. lie has to understand what is said atching the movements of ilips Mid throat, and now ,' or come uear enough to u activities and duties of IN PART. Sky, •oft sky I To thoe I turn mine eye, And rend, the stars between, One word of what thy glories tneau And then, though much I neeJ, No more can read. Wind, sweet wind! Thy voice to-day is kind! Thou whisperest in mine ear Words that I just bogin to hear; Thou goest from east to west— I lose the rest. Earth, glad earth! To theo I owe my birth; In thy warm lap I sit, Thy tender arms around me kuit; I question. Thou dost say Now yea, now nay. Soul, my soul! Thou canst not know fho whole; The sky can know its star, The breeze its perfume from afar, The earth reveal to thoe One mystery. But soul, my soul! Thou soon slialt know the whole, When earth and wind and sky Have vanished, thy enraptured eyo Khali rjud the book of fata: Then wuit, oh, wait! —Julia 11. in Boston Journal, HOW 'UX'ISETII FOUND IIEIi FATHER. BY MAHOAHET MANTON. 'Liz'beth lived iu a cellar down in Mott street. No one knew what her other name was. 'Liz'beth could not iu form them. Slio used to wonder about t. herself, as sho sat looking out of her one window. 'Liz'beth called it a window, but in reality it was only an iron prating that overlooked the sidewalk. In order to *ee out of it the little girl had to sit over against the cellar wall, and then all she could see was the feet of the people as they went by. 'Liz'beth used to wish 1- that she could see what owners of the feet were like, b't _n it was rather nice to sit an' 1 gine about it. Most of them beu -ged to working people, but now and then a pair of patent leathers went by, and once in a great while a lady's kid boot and dainty French heels would pass with light tread, as if the owner wished as little contact us possible with that wretched street. 'Liz'beth had been up in the City Hall Park on pleasant afternoons, and there she had seen the ladies and gentlemen who wore pretty shoes. So she knew what they were like, But that was a long time ago. 'Liz'beth felt very sad this morning, for her kitten had just died. It wasn't much of a kitten, either, j One of its eyes was gone, aud some cruel j boy had cut off a piece of its tail. The I cold weather had wilted an ear, so that I it hung forward, giving poor kitty the ! look of a disreptuable character, llut her little mistress thought sho was beau tiful and loved her better than anything else. 'Liz'beth called her kitten "Bijou." She hadn't any idea what it meant, and i she couldn't have spoiled it to save her | i fe. Hut one day in the pretty park a lady went by leading a curly white dog, which she called "Hijou," and that night 'Liz'beth christened the kitten. The little girl sold papers in those days,and every day she bought a penny's j worth of milk, which she gave Bijou, and i she used to beg scraps of meat lrom the ' market on the corner. Sometimes she found a lish in the ash-barrel, not over j fresh usually, but Hijou wasu't particu- | iar. I've forgotton to tell you that 'Liz- j betli had not lived alone in the cellar j ilways. Some one whom she called "Slag" used to be there. 'Liz'beth was ifraid of Mag. She was good enough j when sho was sober, but that was so sel icin. Sometimes Mag would be away for a whole week, aud 'Liz'beth would dread ! to have her come back, she was alwavs , io ugly. Once she came home more fierce than j usual; she was in trouble and wanted ' money. 'Liz'beth had been lucky for a I week and had saved almost sl. She got i it out from behiud a brick—that was tier bank—and gave it to the wretched ' woman, who struck her in return and went away. 'Liz'beth was pretty well used to blows; she'd had a lot of them; but ! iomehow it hurt worse than usual this 1 time. Her head ached, aud her poor i little desolate heart ached, too. There 1 was a tight feeling iu her throat, and 1 the first thing she knew she was crying : io hard that IJijou, who lay in her lap. was all wet. It seemed to her she could remember j wheu some one with pretty hair and soft | eyes had held her aud rocked her j »ud sung—what was it she used to sing? j Liz'beth closec' her eyes, swayed to amd i'ro, aud tried to tuink. Softly through the mist of alraost-for jotten things came the shadowy mem ory of that song—so softly that it seemed anly the ghost of words that whispeiod; A sleepy kiss is the only fnre; Dear little passouger, say good-night. Into the statiou of dreamland we go, Ha by and 1, in our rockiug-chair. How ijueer it seemed! "There's surely . lometliing the matter with my head." I said 'Liz'beth, and then she began to think again; the funcies were pleasant j If thoy were queer. The next thing that camo to her was a LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 11, 1891. remembt'nnce of the same misty sort con cerning some oco else—some one big and handsome, with kind, brown eyes and a voice not so soft as the other, but yet good to hear. "Is baby asleep, little mother?" the voice said. And how near it was—so near that the moustached lips touched the baby's cheek, and then— "llow much she is like you—your mouth and chin and hair. I believe she will have your eyes, too. I wonder if that is what makes me love her so?" Love her! Who loved her? llow strange that some one should love her! And what was that about the eyes and mouth and hair? 'Li/, beth got a bit of looking-glass, crept close up to the grating where the street lamps shone in and looked at her self. It was a wistful sort of face; the mouth had a quiver in It, and the eyes —yes, they were gray, but not like those other eyes. There was a pathetic, appealing look in them that made 'Liz'- beth almost sorry for herself. She put away the glass and tried to woo the fancies back, but they did not come, and soou she fell asleep. When she awoke the sun was shining in her ( face and Bijou was mewing loudly. 'Liz'beth sat up, or tried to, but sin- felt very strange. Her head was light, and eho laid it down again. Her throat was sore and her lips were parched. "Dear ine,"she thought, "it must be afternoon, and Bijou must be hungry. I must get her some milk." She took away the brick, but there was no money there. Where had it gone? Oh, she remembered now. She had given it to Mag, and Mag had struck her. She picked up the bit of looking-glass. Yes, there was the mark . across her cheek. It was all black and ! yellow, but the rest of her face was j white and thin. Bijou was thin, too, | and cried pitifully. j "I'll go out and beg for you, Kitty; j you shan't be hungry." When she got up 'Liz'beth found that 1 she was very weak. She could hardly , stand, but she managed to get out on 1 the sidewalk. A woman noticed her j white face and gave her a drink. "What day is it?" asked 'Liz'beth. "Saturday." j "Saturday? Why, then I've been asleep two days. Isn't that funny? No wonder Bijou is hungry. She must have something to eat right away." "Will you please give me a penny, sir?" she asked of some one who had a face which seemed kinder to her tUan that of most men. "A penny? nere you are." And ! into her hand fell a bright new nickel. A man stood by the counter whom : 'Liz'beth had never seen there before, j He was not like the othe other folks who ! came there ordinarily. From long habit the chilil glanced at his shoes. Yes, I they were patent leather, and the clothes were not like those the baker wore. The | face was a handsome one, in spite of the I fact that it was red and swollen and had j neither been shaved nor washed that day. 'Liz'beth forgot her hunger and stood looking at him. "Well, little one, what do you think of me? I wouldn't take a prize, would I?" 'Liz'beth started; there was something about that voice. What was it? "Your mouth, your hair, your eyes—l wonder if that is what makes me love her so?" "Sir?" said 'Liz'beth, looking up again. "I didn't speak. You were talking to yourself. What ails you? " "Please sir, I don't know. I felt queer when I went to sleep, and I slept for two days, and I hain't had nothin' to eat." "Nothing to eat for two days! Well, ' I haven't had anything to eat for a ; week." 'Liz'beth looked at him. "Nothin' jto eat for a week! Why, he must be awful hungry," she thought. She looked at the bright new nickel. She turned it over in her dirty Angers. Then she looked at the man again, lie had not taken his eyes off her. '•Poor man, he does look awful hungry," she said to herself. And then, with a sudden impulse, she held out her precious money. "A week's lots worse'n two days. I cau stan' it a little longer, I guess, but I'd like a cent to get some milk for Bijou. 'N' you cau have the rest." The stranger started. Ilis dull eyes opened wide and something glistened in them. "Why, you poor little beggar," he said, brokenly, and then he stopped. Here was a lesson in giving which many sclf-rightohus ones might copy to ad vantage. "Did you think I didn't eat because I hadn't money, baby?" The child looked at him in wonder. She knew of no other reason why people didn't eat, and her eyes widened still more when the strange man put his hand in his pocket and drew out a big hand ful of silver. , "There," said he, "take this aad buy | a barrel of milk il you like. I'll take a , drink of milk, myself. It will bo better than what I've been taking for the past , ten days." ( 'Liz'beth got her milk and a pia. She , was rich now. She hurried back to the j cellar. Bijou had ceased crying and lay | on the bit of old blanket in the corner ( quite still. "Come here, Kitty, and get your ( milk," called 'Liz'beth. But the kitten j wi's dead. No amount of coaxing would , make it stir, and the little girl was heart broken. She forgot her pie and sat looking drearily out of the window through her tenr-s. The feet went by as usual. Suddenly came a quick step, a flash of patent leather; some one peered down through the grating, and a moment Inter the man who had given her the money was beside her. The next mo ment she was in his arm* and was being carried swiftly upstairs, and then she was in a carriage riding away. 'Liz'beth did not struggle and scream. Why should she? The stranger meant her no harm, else he would not hold her so close and kiss her so wildly, saying over and over: "Thank God I Thank God!" The carriage flew along the street, and before 'Liz'beth could recover her wits had stopped in front of a beautiful house. How the getleman hurried up the steps, and how lio rang the bell, and when the door opened how he flew up the stairs, crying: "Maud, Maud, my darling, come here I I have found our baby!" There was the story all told in a min ute—all but the part about a careless nurse having loft her charge asleep in a carriage while she flirted with a police man. When she returned both baby and carriage were gone. That was flve years ago, when 'Liz'beth was only a wee toddler. Close against her mother's heart that night lay a happy child. It was not fancy this time. A real voice, trembling with happy tears, crooned an old lullaby. And in the next room a strong man sobbed as ho promised God from thence forward to conquer his weakness. New York World. The Vagaries of Vesuvius. The truth seems to be, says the Lon don Standard, tha* Vesuvius, like most of the order of mountains to which it belongs, is in no way to bo depsnded upon. It is an example of the uselcssness of the current classification of volcanoes into extinct, quiescent, and active. There was a time when it would have been con fidently pronounced to bo as extinct as those of Auvergne, and when its long silence might have at least justified the uppclletion of quiescent. Yet we know that, if not continuously active—and in reality no volcano is so—it bursts into a fury of ashes and lava and pumice-stone BO frequently that it is hard to say when it will stop and when begin afresh. A record of the eruptions since 70 is a varied catalogue of disasters. After the £?iatit paroxysm of that year it remained for 1500 years in a condition of such feeble activity that, though many eyes were naturally directed to it, it was re garded as having almost exhausted itself. Again the crater got overgrown with vegetation, villages rose on its slopes and vineyards on its rich volcanic soil, hunters tracked the wild boar to the thickets which spread rank over the spots once black with hnrd caked ashes, and herdsmen grazed their cattle on the wide grassy plains which stretched close to"the pit of Tartarus." Hut at length, after six months of earthquakes, always increasing in intensity, the closed cruter agaiu burst open and discharged stones and dust with such vehemence that some of the latter, shot into the upper currents of the atmosphere, fell on the housetops of Tripoli and Constantinople. Far and near the pasty streams, akin to those which overwhelmed Pompeii, ran across the plains, until the villagers at the base of the Apennines saw these ser pent-like messengers at their doors, and lor the first time in its modern history lava flowed west and south, and reached the sea in many divided rivulets. So swiftly did all this happen that, though the inhabitants had been fully warned, the loss of life was estimated at from UOOU to 18,000. liosco, Torre del Greco, Hesina and Portici were flooded by the seven rivers of lava, though, as a rule, the ashes settling, owing to the falling rain, into the concrete known as "puz zolona" are the most characteristic of the products of eruptions. Since 1631 there have been between sixty and sev euty outbursts, 1766, 1767, 1779, 1794 ind 1622 being the years of the most ictivity, though none of them equals the two most memorable in the volcano's history. The lower slopes are again covered with the vineyards of Lacrima Jhristi, that "wine of ashes" celebrated t>y Chiabrara as "al vin," to which "la gente diede nomedolente"and the light some Neapolitans drink, dance aud are merry as their ancestors were before the cities of Campania perished. There is for the moment no reason lor believing that their mirth is unwarranted, but we repeat that Vesuvius is one of those mountains on which it is dangerous to calculate. Her Hair Grew After Death. A prominent citizen of Warren Sum mit, N. H., recently caused the body of his mother to be disinterred for the pur pose of burying it in another spot,, when it was found that the coffin was com pletely enwrapped with the strands of the ludy's hair, even the grave being filled with the silky masses, which had to be cut through before the coffiu could be removed. Upon opening the coffin the remains, with the exception of the lieud, were found to have perished, but the scull was wonderfully preserved and even the skin intact, and from this had grown a quantity of huir such as no liv iug person could carry. The lady has been dead nearly twenty years, and at the time of her decease her magnificent suit of hair had been clipped short, so that there is no doubt of all that was found in the coffiu having grown after death.— Philadelphia ISmtt. "Young Chumpleigh is quito versa, tile, isn't he?" "I guess so; ho ueve» • toe* anything right " — New Turk Preu. Terms—Sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. An electric organ is new. Electricians predict that the fireworks of the future will all be electrical. The first plant in Chicago to employ electric welding for pipes has just becu established. An electric drill in an Idaho mine re cently performed the feat of boring a two-inch hole through twenty feet of solid granite in four hours. A Portland (Me.) man has discovered a process for utilizing sawdust by con verting it into wood pulp, which makes an excellent imitation of wood. An electric transfer table, seventy feet long, and with a capacity of 225,000 pounds, is now in use in the Dcnvei shops of the Union Pacific 1 tail road. If photographic prints are immersed in a mixture of four parts of methylated spirits and one part water, between ton ing and fixing, blisters will be pre vented. An important industry along Lake Erie is grape-basket making. The bas kets are made of bass wood, of eight pieces, and an expert can finish abo ut fifty an hour. Ball bearings for machinery arc rap idly growing into favor, the savings in lubricants alone beiug considered, while the diminution in friction is said to be extraordinary. An automatic sprinkler plant can be too delicate in its action, as was shown recently at Falls Itiver, Mass., where fusible plugs melted on a very hot day, causing some damage to property. Information has been received at the United States Navy Department that the new Driggs-Schroeder rapid-fire six pound rifled gun has just passed a suc cessful test at Annapolis. This is a new American gun inteuded to form part of the secondary battery of a man-of-war. C. A. C'asperon, a Swedish ironworker, has discovered a method of determining the hardness of iron and steel. It is by means of an electric current run through the metal, the harder the metal the long er it takes to fuse it. By the use of an amperemeter the degree of resistance is determined. The substitution of camel's hair, cot ton, paint and chemicals for leather in machinery belting is said to be meeting with some success in this country. It was first invented in England, and it is claimed for the new material that it is stronger than any other lilting, more durable, more clhcient and as low priced. The new bureau of the Department of Agriculture for the microscopic exami nation of hog products for export was put into operation recently by Secretary Rusk. The force comprises thirty mi croscopists, but it will be increased until it is large enough to examine, under the magnifying lens, a piece of the dia phragm and of the tenderloiu of each hog killed. Those fouud to be diseased will be condemned. Half-Dollars Not Popular. There is oue unpopular coin issued by Uncle Sam. It is the half dollar, and it has a tendency to work its way back into the Treasury vaults, where it isn't wanted. As money, nobody objects to the half, but the popular fancy is for the same value in another form. That is, the average citizen prefers to have two quarters. They are a trifle m jre con venient. If he wants to pay out half a dollar he can use the half or the two quarters with equal convenience, but if twenty-five cents is to be paid out the quarter is far the handier coin. This may not seem to be a very im portant matter, but it counts in the long run. Little by little the halves find their way back to the Government vaults, and there they stay, like poor relations. In fact, so far as coming home in disgrace goes, the half dollar is the Prodigal Son of the Mints. A very large proportion of the $20,- 000,000 of fractional silver on hand at Washington is made up of halves. This is tho lot which Secretary Foster was so anxious to get rid of, and about which he talked with the New York bankers when he made his visit here. Nobody then manifested any wild desire to take the Secretary's load off his shoulders. It is probable that a good many of the halves stored up in Washington will be recoined into quarters and dimes. In that way they will be more convenient for popular use. And Mr. Foster will sleep more comfortably o' nights—which will be a good thing and a benofit all around. Of course, lots of halves are used and will continued to be used. Their coin age will be kept up and nobody will have any more difficulty in geting them than isual. But the proportion of other coins will be increased because the peo ple like them better. The New York Sub-Treasury has its share of halves on hand, and the other day it tried to work off some of them. It was a day wheu pension checks were being paid, and nearly every ono was cashed partly in halves. Before the close of tho day a good inuny of the halves were back in the Sub-Treasury. And they are there yet.— New York Times. "Is young Mr. Gotham familiar with Browing in any degree?" "Familiar?" repeated the Boston maid. "He is positively flippant."— lndianapolis Jour nal. The girl with money can have any thing she likes. She can also have auy thiu« she lo- es. lfhnirs. Gazette. NO. 48. INNOCENCE, In bonny Scotland, 'cross the sea, Upon a summer's day, A little lass trudged merrily Along the public way. And for the first time in her llfo This happy peasant lass Gazed on the world beyond her hom« In yonder mountain pass. With beaming face and happy song She tripped on toward the town And reached the borough turnpike gate Long ere the Bun went down. She gently tapped upon tho gate. Afraid to pass It by, And waited patiently without For some one to reply. And when the good old gateiuan came, With body long and lean, She asked, "Pray, will you tell mc, sir, Am I at Aberdeen?" "That's where you are, my bonny lass," He answered with a grin. "Then can you tell me, sir," she said, "If Peggy is within?" —Clifford Howard , in Washington Star. HUMOR OF THE DAY. It*B a wlso hen that knows her own set. No man is a hero to his valet. He is a martyr.— Puck. The cyclone actually takes a town by storm.— Washinqton Star Merit may win, but it makes awfully slow time.— Elmira Uruettc. Tho smaller the country circus the big ger the posters.— New York Journal. When a baby gets a feather in its throat the mother feels down in the mouth. "I hear Gus is going to get married." "Yes." "Is he in love?" "No; in debt." —Ptmch. The saddest feature of the day we celebrate is the week we recuperate.— Chicago Mail. Do not imagine that the young lady means yes when she nods after midnight. —Dallas Neu>*. The music of a drum is always on tap, usually with a "stick" in it.—Bingham ton. Hepublican. The man who carries his heart on his sleeve doesn't display an equal amount ot braiu.— Puck. "He sat on my joke." "That was safe." "Safe?" "lli. Tliere wasn't any point to it."— Judy. When the plumber sends in his bill the dancing and paying tho piper are done by the same person.— Philadelphia Times. It is natural to suppose that when you stroko a cat's back the wrong way the poor animal doesn't feel fur straight."— Lowell Courier. Tho words "sunstroke" und "nerv ous prostration" cover a multitude of plain drunks in the summer season.— Washington Post. A man never knows how lucky he is in escaping jury duty until he sees tho newspaper pictures of the unfortunates who are caught.— Puck. Marie—"Harry married that rich Mis.' Firetung. lie made a great catch." Julia—''Yes, and from all accounts h», has been catching it ever since."— Truth He failed for half a million, straight And this was most surprising; But not so much, as was the sum. He made by compromising. tVas/iinuton Star. Author—"These two books—l hardly know what to call them—are waiting for titles." Joblots—"Why don't you call them 'American Heiresses,' then?"— Harvard Lampoon. She—"Oh, yes! I quite believe there's a fool in every family. Don't you." He —"Well—er—my opinion's rather biased. You see, I'm the only member of our family."— Judy. "I am not going away for the sum mer,"said the tirod looking mau to an inquisitive friend. "I am going to stay right here and let the summer come to mens usual."— Washington Pout. She (trustingly)—"Am I the only girl you ever loved, Jack?" Jack—"Why— yes—certainly, my dear—that is to-ay —the only girl I ever loved as i love you, my darling."— SomerviUe Journal. Mudge—"ls it foolish for a youug man without capital to indulge in the hope of getting iich." Wickwire—"Yes, that's so. The better way is for him to quit hoping and goto work."— lndianapolis Journal. Sho (fishing for a compliment)—"Do you think my voice needs cultivation?" He (anxious to pay her a compliment)— "Not at all; not at all. Cultivation couldn't improve a voice like yours."— J\'eio York l*rtss. "And so you think she no longci loves you?" "I know it. She used to let me help her on with her ten-button gloves, and lately she has worn nothing but the one-buttou kind. Oh, I can take a hint."— St. Joseph News. S. Ponge—"Can you let me have $lO for a week or sol" Q. Enerous—"l've only got nine, but you CHU have that if it will do." S. Ponge—"All right, I'll take that and then you will owe me a dollar."— Harvard Iximpoon. "Was that your brother walking with you in the park yesterday?" asked the old gentleman jocosely. "My brother!'' she replied. "Indeed it wasu't, and what's more, he's not going to be if I can help it."— Phitadelvhia Times.
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