SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. X. Men of science say that the chemist •will dominate coming inventions. Canadian newspapers express disap pointment at the :uprisingly ;>mall in crease of population shown by the cen sus. Statistics goto show that the male population of the civilized world is fall ing farther and further behind the fe jmaJc. \j The helplessness of an Asiatic in time •of peril is proverbial, observes the Sat) Francisco Chronicle, but this trait was probably never shown more conspicu ously than by the Japanese who allowed his wife to be swallowed by a boa con itrictor. The fellow was a woodcutter, 't instead of using- his axe on the rep he fled and soug.it help. When he .eturned his betcer half had wholly dis appeared within the snake's maw, but the crowd lacked the nerve to attack the reptile and it escape.]. i A satisfactory test is said to have been made of a new machine designed for use on railroads to clear a way wrecks, whese simplicity and power are such "that a small boy would not have the slightest difficulty in pulling an engine or car out of a ditch" with its aid. It is the in vention of a citizen of Newton, Mich. It has been put to a practical use as n puller of stumps, which it is said to ex tirpate as easily as a clawhammer pulls tacks. A stock company is to be organ ized to put the machine on the market. Widespread interest has been aroused in subject of cruelty to animals at sea, declares tho New York Press, by the exposures of Mr. Williaui Hosea Ballou. The Montreal Star states that he aroused discussions iu the Canadian Miuistry as ■well as on both sides of the Atlantic,and gave rise to a question of international importance. Here is a British newspaper which indorses his attitudes toward British sea captains. Tho English Gov ernment promptly took hold of the charges made by Mr. Ballou and is fer reting out the offenders who arc its sub jects. Frank Babbitt, the Boston traveler, says horse-car conductors the wjrld over are well informed and afiiublo as a rule. Frank Vincent, the great South American explorer, says he has fouud women iu strange lands more courteous than men. Mungo Park had, of course, one exper ience at least which must have led him to an opinion similar to Mr. Vincent's. But what is one to think of those travel ers, asks the Atlanta Constitution, when Mrs. French Sheldon declares that the native men were kind and the native wo men she met in Africa forbidding and cruel, while Lady Florence Dixey has said more than once that she could travel all round the world unmolested but for her own sex? A mile from the village of Dwight, 111., on the Chicago and Alton Railroad, is the model stock farm of Mr. Prime, son of the Rev. Dr. Irenoeus Prime, once of tho New York Observer. ' It contains some 800 acres, is in a high state of cul tivation, and is one of the show places of tho county. It i3 not unusual for trains containing several thousand sheep from California to be switched off here, landed uud recruited by a few days of rest and pasturage on the furiu before being delivered over to the in Chicago. Prime's crop reports, u. '-4, at Dwight, are quoted in every large city between New York and San Francisco, and tho gentleman who seuds thorn out is equally famous for his hospitality. Says the New Orleans Picayune: John Doe owns a farm in New York on the bank of the Niagara River, and he makes An honest penuy now and then pasturing cows for his neighbors. Richard Roe has also a license from him to bitch his row boat on the bunk, with incidental right of ingress aud egress through the pasture. Some weeks ago Richard lost hi 3 chain and improvised a rope of hay with which to moor his boat. Now, Ebenezer Dick' 3 cow, pastured in tho lot aforesaid, is fond of hay, and smelling the fragrance of tho extempore rope, she waded into the river, climbed into the V>oat, chewed up the rope and floated down the stream over the falls, where she met an untimely death. The boat was also pulverized en i route to Queenstown. Has Ebenezor I Dick any right of action for the loss of j his cow? If he has, of whom can here- j cover? Has Richard Roe any remedy for | the loss of his boat, and if so, against ! whom? Will some one pleaseauswer? 1 TO A CLOUD. TTndar the tho bending mountain skioj 1 lay, with half-shut, dreamy eyes, In the s weetost mot th of spring, When a little cloud came, so soft and white, It seemed but a fleecy streak of light, Or the flash of an angel's wing. 1 I had marked the mountain's fltful mood, Its tall head wrapped in a flamo-red hood, Or its base in a misty shroud; But through all its cliffs where sunDeamg played, And in all its shifting light and shade, There was nothing like the cloud. So fair, so far, it seemo.l to float, With the airy grace of a white-winged boat, And the deep-blue sky for a sea. It might have been that an angol crew Wore voyaging the distant blue With tho Pilot of Galilee. 0 winsome ship of the upper 3ea, My fettered thought looks up to thee, In thy supernal place, And longs thine airy decks to tread, Thy cloudland-churted course to thread Through realms of trackless space. In vain does blinded science guess The texture of thy dewy dress With earthly mechanism! 1 view thee through another glass. Ana make tby borrowed beauty pass Through Fancy's finer prism. But, ah! no cloud-compelling Jove Will hear the prayers I breathe above To stay thy wayward flight; And while I strain my yearning evo, Thy trailing banners through tho sky Are bidding me good-night. William Hice Sims, in Lippincott. A WIFE'S TRIUMPH. BY RiriICLEY BItOWNE. "I don't deny but what I was considera bly surprised to hear of Joe's marriage," said Mr. Ailcsbury, sitting in his wheeled chair in the suushine. "I didn't kuow's he had no such idee in his head. But everything happens for the best, and the old place is clean run down for want of a nice stirnn' housekeeper. Berenice Stubbs charges'a dollar an 1 a half a week, and wants the washin' put out, at that. Things didn't go this 'ere waj in the life-time of my secon 1 departed—no, j nor yet while my first was liviu'. I'm j willin' now to confess that I was sort o' | turnin' over in my mind the idee of ask ing Pantheon Jones's widder if she'd any objections to share my solitary lot; but this marriage o' Joe's puts things in a different light. I wasn't sartin but what he was going to beun old bachelor. I do hope his new helptn! te can riz bread and Canning cakes, and soft soap. Bere- J nice Stubbs never made soft soap. She ' was fairly mining me with bar soi\p boughteu at the store. And there's ail my two deceased pardners' calico gowns upstairs, in the blue paper trunk, waitin' to be made patchwork of. Of course she'll be handy with the needle, or Joe wouldn't liev selected her." And Mr. Ailesbury chuckled at the prospect of"the good time coining." "is this my new home, Joe?" The bride stood in the clean-scoured, [ whitewashed kitchen, looking around iu j a .bewildered sort of way. She was slight i and small, with large blue-gray eyes, I and a delicate complexion, ller travel- ! ing dress was of the softest pearl gray, I and she wore daintily fitting gray kid ! gloves, aud boots so tiny tint it almost j seemed as if tho grass of the door-yard, I like the harebells of Sir Walter Scott's j poem, must have "risen elastic from her I tread." Her stalwart husband, staud- \ ing beside her. looked down with beam- j ing pride on her miniature beauty. "Why, yes, pet," said he. "Isn't it like what you had fancied?" The bride laughed hysterically. "Not in the least," said she. "But I ! dare say I was absurdly fanciful." "I guess," said old Mr. Ailesbury, "that Mrs. Joe had better change that finicky dress for something plainer, and help Berenice Stubbs with the supper. Berenice is sort o' plagued with ncuralgy to-day." "She's too tired to do much to-night, father," said Joe. "Tired! What's she done? I don't it hard work togo ridin' in the rail road cars. Do you?" Berenice Stubbs, a hard-faced female with u waist like the town pump, and sharp, twinkling eyes thatched with sparse white lashes, regarded Mrs. Jo seph Ailesbury with scant favor.' "Don't look a bit as if she could wcrry through a day's wash," said she. "These small folks is powerful wiry sometimes," said the elder Ailesbury. "My first dear deceased wasn't no taller than Mrs. Joe—but my! what a hand she was to turn oil work." When Mrs. Joe came in from the gar den after tea with n bunch of clover pinks in her hand, her father-in-law was ready to accost her. "Now you're here, Mrs. Joe," said he, "to sort o' see to thiugs, I've told Bere nice Stubbs she can go home for a half u week, aud I'm curious to find out what sort of a housekeeper you'll make." Mrs. Joe looked helplessly at her hus band . "I dare say she'll turn out a capital housekeeper, father," said he. "But you won't find out about it at present. I'm going to take her to Welland Falls to see Cousin Simeon Ailesbury. ller mother used to know Cousin Simeon years ago." "What, all that way?" croaked the farmer. Joe nodded. "Traveling's dreadful expensive." LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 23, 1891. "Well, it costs something," admitted Joe. "And you'll have to stop overnight at some tavern." "Yes." "It seems to me," growled the old man, "that all this is a senseless waste of money. You'd both of you a deal better settle down and goto work. I didn't go mooning around the country when I married my dear deceased first, nor yet my dear deceased second. Life is ma&e for work, not for play." "Timo enough for that, father," said the reckless Joe. "A man doesn't get married—ordinarily, oftcner than once in a life-time." Mrs. Joe drew a long breath ot relief when sho fouud herself out from under the farm-house roof. "Joe," said she, "I'm afraid I'm going to be an awful disappointment to your father." "As long as you're not a disappoint ment to me," he retorted, laughing, "it doesn't so much signify." "There must be a deal of work in that house—four cows, a hundred turkeys, a flock of sheep, a poultry yard full of Leghorn fowls, butter, eggs, cookiug, washing, baking, scrubbing—" "How do you know all this?" asked he. "Miss Stubbs told me. Oh, Joe! why didn't you mnrry Berenice Stubbs?" "Look in the glass, little girl, if you want that question answered." "But I am so useless. You should have seen Miss Stubbs look at me when I said I didn't know how to make bread, and that I never had done a washing iu my life." "You'll easily learn, Ellie," "Do you think I shall, Joe?" A little cloud, "no bigger than a man's hand," came over the pearly frankness of her brow. "Did your mother wash and bake aud brew?" "Presumably she did. But I don't re member her; she died youug." "Was she your father's first dear de ceased?" Joe nodded. "What was the other one like?" "Tall and palo, with a cough, and a habit of taking wintergreen-sceuted snuff." "Would you like me to take to win tcrgreen snuff?" she queried. lie laughed. "It hardly seems, dear, as if you could beloug to the same race as those two poor, pale, drugging woman," said he. "Do all farmers' wives die early, Joe?" Joe did not answer. Ho was un folding the paper to read the latest news by telegraph. Cousin Simeon Ailesbury was tho vil lage doctor, a pleasant old man with a bald head and a gonial smile. Elleu Ailesbury made friends with him at once. "You are very like your mother, child," said he. "She always reminded me of a little mountain daisy." Ellen's lip quivered. "I am glad you speak so kindly to me, doctor," said she, "for—for somehow since I came to tho old farm-bouse I feel as if I were a fraud." "A fraud, my dear 1" The bright tears sparkled now. "I was brought up to teach," said she. "I can do nothing about the house. And Joe's father seems to expect me to be tho maid-of-all-work. Of course I can learn. I'd do anything to please Joe. But it's hard to think one is such a disappointment." "Humph!" said Dr. Ailesbury, "I'll speak to Joe-about that." And that afternoon when Ellen and Mrs. Dr. Ailesb' »y wero gone to look at a pretty case Je in tho woods, tin old man hud < ong talk with bis coir in's son. / At the er the weok Joe went b- & to the Ail' t>'ury farm. "Well r Sn glad ye've got thp gh gallivan' ,«g," said the old man, wi a a long b.eath of relief. "All the farm work behind, aud Berenice Stubbs ain't worth half what she used to be. I hope your wife is prepared to take right hold of the butter and tho poultry and—" "No, father, she isn't," said Joe, val iantly. "Ellen isn't very 'strong, and she has never been used to the hardships of farm life." "What did you marry her for?" snarled the old man. "To be my companion and frieud, father, not my drudge and servant." "Your mother warn't above work." "My mother was dead and buriod, sir, at the age of thirty—worn out, as all the neighbors tell me, by the hardships of her life. Your second wife, too, was a victim of the Moloch of work. I don't intend to lay Elleu iu tho churchyard at tbeir side." Mr. Ailesbury's brow darkened. "I won't have uo one in the house who don't earn their board," said he. "Very well," said Joe. "We'll rent tho little Barrow house down Locust Lane. It will be handy to my work at the carriage factory, aud Ellen shall have a strong servant to help her with tho house." Old Ailesbury started up forgetful of his infirmities. "Joe," said he,brandishiug his crutch, "if you've been such a fool as to marry a mere wax doll—" Just here his foot slipped; ho fell, a dead, heavy weight, his head against the shi