SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. X. The vital statistics of Michigan slow that in that State, as in Massachusetts and England, the most popular period of the year for marriages is the fourth quarter. - Everybody knows the poem, "The Old Oaken Bucket," but who knows the grave of the author? It will be news to most that Samuel Wood worth, the writei of that piece of immortal verse, is buried in San Francisco, Cal., but such is the case. The Duke of Leinster's country liouso is said to have passed into the ownership ot an Irish farmer who was formerly its tenant, under the operation of the new Irish land laws. This, recalls the Brook lyn Citizen , is the building after which the "White House, at Washington was modeled. The difference in character between the people ol the various sections of Brazil, a country about as big ns the United States, are very marked. The States south of the equator are indus trious and enterprising, but the Northern States, in which the heat is oppressive and the means of life cin easily be got, are languid and indolent. The natural resources of the northern section of Brazil surpass thoso of the southern sec tion, and yet the southerners are more prosperous that the northerners. A French journalist has recently given some curious informations about the women who are tempted to steal and who fall during thoir shopping expedi tions. He says that in Paris no fewer than four thousand women are caught every year stealing before the counter. The number of titled ladies seized with kleptomania whilo examining tho fa.hions is almost mcrediblo. Among tho most recent culprits were a Russian princos3, n French countess, an English duchess, and tho dnughtcr of a reigning sovereign. As a rule, theso more distinguished offenders aro let off on the payment of a round sum for tho relief of tho poor, and when tho "shop-lifter is known to be rich, tho sum..exacted rises to as much ns ten thousand fraucs. The police nu thorities.consent to this sort of condona tion. The Japanese Bureau of Agriculture is to be represented at the World's Fair hy the horses of Koyoshiama, the pigs of Rinkiu, the Oshiki fowls, and many other odd creatures that will add interest to the exhibit. A lirm of Tokio florists will send the flowers and dwarf trees of the country in pots. The Yokohama florists at a recant meeting voted to ex pend the sum of *15,000 on their dis play. The tobacconists of Southern Ja pan will show samples of cut tobacco in grotesque designs. A Mr. Morimura of Tokio promises to exhibit gold aud silver ware 3 and carvings of ivory and lacquer goods of a value of $50,000. The Japan Government will erect a model of the ancient Fushimc Palace at a cost of $34,- 000 to show the quaint and richly elab orate architecture of the early history of Japan. The Japaueso amusemeut com pauios will send over acrobats, conjurers, and wrestlers, and young men and wo men who paint pictures on fans and sell them "while you wait." Altogether, the Japanese Building promisos to excite unusual interest among visitors to the Fair. The New Yiirk Post calls attention to the evidence that "not only in western Massachusetts, but even in Maine, tho substitution of coal for wood as fuel has gone so far as to make a perceptible dif ference in the quantity of trees that need to be cut every year. The same story comes from other parts of New England. In Now Hampshire an au thority upon the subject says that coal is fast taking the place of wood, even in the kitchon of the farmhouse, and that as a consequence cordwood is losing ita value. What is still more important, it is claimed that the lumbermen are exercising moro judgment in their methods of work. A partner in a Now Hampshire company is quoted by the Boston Herald as saying that by tho methods now U3ed the timber will repro duce itself faster than it is cut off. Many of the largor companies have adopted a plau of operation that forbids tho cutting of trees girthing less than a specified number of inches, and so tho •'timbor tract" is kept good. One ele ment in the change of system is tho fact that the demand for cord-wood is dimin ishing, so that the railroad companies no longer put a premium on tho destruc tion of forests by buying all tho wood that is delivered along their lines, as they used to do." A WOMAN'S ADIEU Our love Is done I I would not have it baok, I say, I would not have my whole year May I But yet for our dead passion's sake. Kiss me once more and strive to make Our last kiss the supremeat one; For lovo is done. Our lovo is done! And still my eyes with tears are wet, Our souls are stirred with vague regret; We gaze farewell, yet cannot speak, And firm resolve grows strangely weak, Though hearts are twain that once were one, Since love is done. But love is done! I know it, vow it, and that kts3 Must set a linis to our bliss. Yet when I felt thy mouth meet mine, My life again seemed half divine, Our very hearts together run! Can love b? done? Can lovo be done? Who cares if this be mad or wise? Trust not my words, but read my eyes. Thy kiss bade sleeping love awake: Then take me to thy heart: ah! take The life that with thine own is one, Love is not done! —Anne Reeve Aidrich, in Spirit. AGAINST WIND AND TIDE. BY ANSA SFIKILD3. People in Maysville always shrugged their shoulders wbeu Murk Lamson was mentioned, and usually the expressive gesture was followed by some depreca ting remark. "Comes of bad stock," old Judge Len nox would say, in his pompous dictator ial manner. "All the Lamsons were worthless, and Mrs. Lamson was a Hodge, and everybody knows what they ore." The house iu which Mark was born, and where he scrambled up to manhood, was a large farm house, tumbling to pieces inside, with a roof always being patched against leaking, doors without iocks and with shaking hinges, windows that rattled in every wiud, ceilings that dropped plaster whenever a heavy foot shook the upper rooms and furniture in the last stage of shabbiness. His father and mother were slatternly in dress, shiftless in household management, and the handsome, bright boy was over-in dulged and neglected as tlieir own indo lence suggested. But Mark Lamson inherited none of the leading traits of his parents. Prob ably in some remote ancestor there was a mixture of energy, resolution and ability of which the Maysville gossips had never heard, and for which they certainly gave Mark no credit. It was in vain that the Principal of the Maysville High School declared that Mark had graduated with the best record he had ever given in the school. It was useless for the lad him self to keep his life free from blame, and earnestly endeavor to do his duty. Maysville could not forget that he was a Lamson, and his mother was a Hodge —"bad stock!" As he passed from boyhood to man hood, Mark began the unequal struggle against fate and circumstances, that was dictated only by his own energy. His father had been able to get bread from the farm by a lazy tillage that gave the bare necessities for the table; his mother had a very small income that gave the three clothing of the poorest description, and both were in open-mouthed wonder | that Mark was not content, as they had j been, to dawdle through life aud "make i out" with what they had. And Mark, struggling to attain better ■ things, with only a vague, undisciplined j longing for improvement, met no en couragement at home or abroad. He i tried to obtain a situation, but employers were shy about giving work to a Lamson; he met buf a cool reception at the Mays- i ville social gatherings, having no knowl edge of how to repair his own linen or keep his poor clothing even tidy. Boy like, he imagined a new suit and gay necktie were all-sufficient for a party, and did not heed the frayed culls and broken collars at which the Maysville belles turned up their no3es. But, in spite of his father's lazy com ments,his mother's fretful remonstrances, Mark Lamson, finding no employment outside, determined to see if the farm would not find him in work. "Oh, yes; do as you please," his father said. "But there is no money for new-fangled fixings, and the laud is about worn out. Plenty of it, to be sure, but 'tain't worth shucks." So, single-handed, Mark undertook the work of bringing up the old farm. Early and late he toiled,repairing fences, weed ing, picking stones, rooting out dead stumps, preparing his land, without one hand stretched out to help him,one voice to wish him success. Thomas, the only man his father employed, gave a surly-re fusal to aid, upon the ground that his regular routine of shiftless farming took all his time, and Mark patiently sub mitted. He was twenty-one ycara old, when iuto his dull,monotonous life came a new stimulus—a hope, bright as a vision and almost as baseless. He fell in love' He did not walk in cautiously, counting his Bteps and weighing his chauces, but he fell In plump, suddenly, hopelessly. There had been a warm riscussion nt tbc Judge's about inviting Murk J the party that was to celebrate Essie's eighteenth birthday aud her final return from boarding-school. B'.il the pet of the house had a will of her own and a lively recollection of Mark's handsome LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY face and boyish gallantries, and insisted upon his being invited. Mark, carrying in his memory only a pretty little girl, found himself confronted by an undeni able beaut;; a face to win homage in far more pretentious circles than Maysvillo boasted, and a gentle grace of manner none of the girls of his acquaintance had ever extended to him. The touch of the soft little hand offered to greet him riveted tha chains Essio's face had cast about Mark's heart, and made him her slave then and there. Ho had starved all his life for sympathy, and his first half-hour with Essie filled his longing heart with content. She re membered all his boyish aspirations; she entered into all his hopes and ambitions. The party was the beginning of an inter course that stimulated auew every good resolution, gave a new vigor to every hope of Mark's life. The village was essentially democratic, and the fact that Essie was the only child and heiress of the richest, most in fluential man in the place did not prevent her from visiting Mrs. Lamsou upon terms of perfect equality. She was fond of the weak, amiable woman, strongly as she censured, in her youthful strength, the easy-going indolence that made her home such a scene of confusion and dis comfort; and, in her gentle, pleasant way, she endeavoured to brighten tSiat home for Mark by suggestions and offers of help that fell to the ground. It was like fighting a feather bed to try to rouse Mrs. Lamson to au active improvement, and rebutted there, Essie could only help Mark by words of sympathy that were like wine of life to his love. Au hour with Essie sent him back to his uphill work full of new hope, every energy stimulated, every hope bright ened. He had not dared to set befora him in plain words the hope of ono day winning her heart to his own, for there was all the humility of trus passion in that young, ardent heart, but he real ized a new force, a new spur to am bition. Essie never sneered at him as the neighbors had become accustomed to doing; Essio never threw cold water over his plans for improving the land; Essie was never sarcastic over the clash ing of his povery and his ambitions. As he saw her more frequently, he ventured to tell her of wider, wilder hopes, of some day escaping from the drudgery before him, and making his way to a city, where his education might give himastartin more congenial occupation » ''Father and mother seem to need me, now," he told one day; "they are old, and they have no other child. I think it is iny plain duty to stay." "I think it is," was the quick reply; "your mother could scarcely bear a sepa ration." "And while I am here, I must do the work that lies under my hand," he said, "hard as it is! But Essie," and his face brightened, "do you kuow that already I have made the farm pay double what it has ever done. Next spriug I cau hire help out of money I saved from the sale of last year's crops 1" Essie, all eager interest, entered into discussion of the capabilities of such a lot for turnips, such a patch for wheat, the possibilities of a dairy, the best cul ture for fowls, as if she had never studied music or filled her head with French and German verbs. But the horror and wrath ol Judge Len nox, when, after two years of mild court ship, Mark took his fate in his hands and asked permission to marry Essie, cannot be described. "A Lamson!" he cried, when hav ing dismissed Mark he returned to the bosom of his family. "A Lamson for Essie's husband I The fellow wants my money to spend after all his father and his grandfather have squandered." "Do you really and truly think Mark is a spendthrift, papa?" Essio asked quietly. "Does ho evftr lounge about the stores or taverns, as Harry Carter and James Hay burn dol "I—Well, no, I never saw him," was the reluctant admission. "Did you ever hear that he drank or gambled, or oven smoked?" "N-o—l never did." "Is he not regular at church?" "Ye-es." "But, oh, Essie 1" struck in Mrs, Len nox. "What shabby, half-washed shirts he wears, and his fingers all out of his gloves, and half the buttons of his coat gone!" "Poor Mark 1" said Essie, gently. "He needs a wife." "Well, he need not look hero for one," growled the Judge. "I heard Mr. Thompson say, la3t week," said Essie, quietly,"that there is not a better farm in C4reene County than Lamson's." "Such a palace of a house!" the Judge sneered. "Mark is hoping to put a now house on the place, next year. He has had builders over from B , but they say the old house is beyond repair, and it would cost less to.have a new one." "And where is the money to come from?" "Where the improved farm came from," said Essie; "from Mark's indus try, perseverance and energy, in the face of the hardest discouragements ever a young man had to fight." "Eh!" said the Judge. "What? What?" "See what he has done," said Essie, still in an even, quiet tone that carried conviction far more than an excited one. "Eight years ago, when he was but a boy, he put his shoulder to the wheel and took his playtime bctween_ school hours to weed and cloar away stones. Nobody helped him. He was ridiculed, sneered at, discouraged on all sides. He had the poorest farm in the place, and ho has made it one of the best. Ho has put every spare dollar inta books on agriculture, improved ma chines, good stock. He has now four men at work for him, good horses, good cattle, good poultry, and he will have a good house. Papa, do you not think it will be a pity to have the new house in the care of Mrs. Lamson, to ruin as she has the old one? Out-doors the manage ment is all left to Mark,"and see what ho has done. But a man cannot make a home comfortable alone; ho needs a wife." "Well," said the Judge, "let him have one, but not ray child." "Still he loves me," said Essie, "and I love him!" "Pshaw !"said the Judge, and marched out of the house. But prompt us he was, he was just, and ho loved Essie. He had let preju dice influence him against Mark all his life; now he took pains to find out how much of his dislike was well founded. Grudgingly enough was the verdict given in Mark's favor. Maysville did not will ingly acknowledge it had been wrong in its estimate, and shouldered upon Mark all the faults of his ancestors. But the facts were strong, and Judge Lennox found himsc'f confronted by them. Slowly, for ho was not easily convincod, he took respect into tho place of cou tempt, and, after a month of patient in vestigation, sent for Mark. Tho interview was a frank, mauly ono, tho old gentloman not being givon to half hoarted measures of any kind. Ho admitted his formor prejudices, and heartily commonded tho young man who had struggled so nobly. "When your now houso is finishod," he said, "I will let my Essie bo your wlto. A man who can mako his way against wind and tide as you have done, dasorvos a happy home." Tho Judge boing a power iu Maysville public opinion voorod round, ns soon as the engagement, was announced. The now houso being oomplotod, Essie became housekeeper, Mrs. Latuson gladly resigning her feeblo reign. And under the new regime It was wonderful to soo how even the old people smartonod up. They had no chronic objection to cleanliness, if Bomoono olso did tho necessary work; and with Mark and Essio to govern and direct, tho Liuason house, hold so lost its old name, that you could scarcely find to-day lu Muysvillo ono voice to repeat the old saying that "Mark Lamson came of bad stock."— 7'hc Led'jer, A Very Queer Satellite. Tho satollito nearest to tho planet Jupiter must bo a singular placo of resi dence, if thoro bo any possibility of rcsi< dents at all resembling human beings. Iu the first place, though It is bigger than our moon, tho substanco of which it is composed is less than half as light as cork, so that it is not a very solid pla;o of residence. In the next place, though tho sun ap pears very dim from it as compared with what it appears from tho earth, it has o moon—namely, Jupiter itself whoso surface appears many hundreds of timet larger than our moon. In tho third place, tho recent observa tions made of this satollito by Mr. Bar nard, in tho great Lick Observatory, make it not improbablo that this satel lite is reallv cut in two, and that there fore there may bo two separate littlo worlds, probably not separated by any very great distauco (for the total diame ter of the two together, if tliero bo two divisions of tho satellite which was al ways supposed till quite recently to ba single, is not above 2300 miles across), revolving together through space, somo even of tho details of one of which worlds must be visible from tho othor. if thero bo anything like telescopes on either half. If the satellite is not cui in two Mr. Barnard holds that there must be a light bolt round it, very like tho light belt on Jupiter itself, and that this light belt produces the impression of division un der certain circumstances of the orbit. We may hope that tho Lick Observatory will at length solve the problem. Por baps the residents of the two halves of the planet, if it be in halves, can really telegraph to each other.— London. Spec tator. Right Kind of Scissors. Ono needs many pairs of scissors, and truo ecouomy consisists in having a pair for each sort ot work. Tho cutting of paper is very trying to sharpenod stool, and a pair might bo kopt for that pur pose. Long slender shears aro handy for general use: buttonhole scissors could find a placo in every work basket; a pair of scissors for trimming lamps in the kitchon is necessary where there is no gas; grapo Bcissors for the table aro not altogether uew; scissors to cut flowers in the country are a convenience. Few pcoplo carry pockot Bcissors of the folding sort. Thoso that do never part with them. Convenient for mani cure use, to cut a clipping from a paper at a moment's notice, a string, etc., they answer almost every purposo of the pocket knife and are much more conven ient to handle. Give n person accus tomed to their use a knife aud tho pocket scissors and he will part with the former first. No cutting blade should bo put in the fire, as it will then loso its tompcr which is denoted by its turning bluo. Such a knifo or blade will never keep its edge.— Hardware. Terms—Sl.2s in Advance; $1.50 after Three Months SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. The moon moves 3333 feet per second. There are 20,000 different kinds of butterflies. Steam locomotives are to be tried on the Chicago street lines. The Cliaiuber of Deputies of Belgium has passed a bill prohibiting any public experiments in hypnotism. A new engine just completed for the New York Central's ' flyer" will weigh, ready for service, just ono hundred tons, tender included. The redevelopment of lost limbs is de clared by an English naturalist to be not unusual among insects, in whom it may take place either during the larval or pupal stage. A boring at Brolil, on the Rhino, has been worked for carbonic acid for fifty years, but its supply is now failing on account of tho opening of eight other borings which arc now iu operation near it. Unsuccessful attempts to produce rain, by exploding twenty bags of roburitc have been made in Bezwada, in the Madras Presidency, India, but showers were readily produced at Madras by ex ploding dynamite. A specimen of capped petrel, a bird supposed to bo an extinct, or at least a lost species, was found recently in Eng land. The original home of the capped petrel is said to havo been the islands of St. Domingo and Guadaloupe. For chapped hands the following is a most excellent remedy: Camphor gum, three drains, beesewax, three drams, spermaceti, three drams, olive oil, two ounces. Putin a pan and set in boiling water until melted, and apply to the hands. An engineor suggests that a steam lioso bo connected with engines so that an engineer without any material move ment on his part could turn a stream of scalding water and steam on robbers at tempting to climb up in the cab or over the tender. A locomotive has just boon built at tho Crewo Works of the London and Northwestern Railway, of England, which is cupabjp of drawing a train at tho rato of 100 miles an hour. The speed attained by this engine iu trial ruus between Crewe and Chester was ninety miles an hour; but this was shown to be considerably below its full powers. There is a tract of land in Levy County, Florida, in which three holes have been dug thirty feet apart, and each excavation has laid bare parts of the skeleton of a huge animal. The diggers take it for granted that the bones all belong to the same creature, and are wondering what sort of a beast it was whose remaius underlie tho county. The production of positive photo graphs direct from the camera has been announced in Germany, this remarkable result being secured by adding small quantities of a substituted sulpho-urea to the developer. Successful trials were made with allyl and phenyl sulpho-urea added to eikonogen; but sulpho-urei itself, while acting similarly, gave uu satisfuctory results. The resources of a shoe factory in Leicester, England, have been immensely iucreased by the adoption of electric power. The mstalla'ion is to be further enlarged, and when complete it will in clude two engines of 150-horse power for the driving of the dynamos for light and power. Fifteen hundred people will be employed and the factory will produce 50,000 pairs of shoes a week. The Structure of Ferns. When flowering plants usually make seed, that is generally the last effort of plant life—the seed is the beginning of tho lifo of tho new plant. Ferns, how ever, only produce spores for reproduc tive purposes. These spores germinate and go through the same process subse quently that flowers go through in the production of seeds. The spores expand when the germinating tune comes, and form a flat, green membrane; what are then really tho flowers appear on this membrane. As a general rule, after these fern flowers have matured, the membrane dries up and disappears. Iu ono family of ferns, however, natives of New Holland, this green blade is per manent and continues to enlarge, be coming really a portion of the plant. Every year a new blade is formed, which spreads over the old ones. The large plant is of a totally different character, having tho fronds of ordinary ferns.—> jlfeehan'a Monthly. Ancient Butterflies. Near the top of Mount Washington, in New Hampshire, lives a little colony of very cold-loving ard mountainous butter fl'cs which never descended below 2000 feet from the wind-swept summit. Ex cspt just there there, are uo more of theii sort anywhere about; and as far as the but terflies themselves are aware, no others of their species exist on earth; they neyei* havo seen a singlo one of their kind save of their own colony. A writer on "high lifo" in tho Cornhill Magatxne says that this little colony of chilly insects was stranded ou Mount Washington at the cud of the glacial period somo odd thou sands of years ago, and the butterfliei dwelt there ever since, generation fol lowing generation. Tho hungriest Wall-streeter nevei takes lamb without mint sauce.— Puck. XO. 16 LEFT UNDONE. It isn't the thing you do, dear. It's the thing you've left undone, Which gives you a bit of headache At the setting of the gun; The tender word forgotten, -* The letter you did not write, The flower you might have sent, dear. Are your haunting ghosts to-night. The stone you might have lifted Out of a brother's way. The bit of heartsome counsel You were hurried too much tcr say. The loving touch of the hand, dear, The gentle and winsome tone. That you had no time or thought for. With troubles enough of your own. The little act of kindness, 80 easily out of mind; Those chances to be angels Which every mortal finds— They come in night and silence- Each chill, reproachful wraith— When hope is faint and flagging, And a blight has dropped on faith. For life is all too short, dear. And sorrow is all too great. To suffer our slow compassion That tarries until too late. And it's not the thing you do, dear. It's the thing you leave undone, Which gives you the bit of headache At the setting of the sun. —Margaret K. Songster. III!MOIl OF THE DAY. An old-timer—The sun-dial. The golden mien—Putting on airs. A blunder buss—Kissing the wrong girl.— Pittsburg Dispatch. A shrinking little thing—Your last dollar when it's changed. When a man makes a dye museum of his head he looks like a freak. Visitors would sometimes like to make a precocious child smart.— Buffalo Truth. The man with an elastic step probably wears Congress gaiters.— Biwjhamto>i Re publican. The small child is likely to look a gift horse in the mouth, and to put it there, too.— Puck. The initial is the refuge which saves a child from the names which a patent can inflict.— Judge. There is always plonty of room at the top, because we all want to get in on the ground floor.— Puck. The man carried away with enthu siasm is frequently brought back witb disgust.— Texas Siftings. "Ah! this is the lap of luxury," purred the old cat, as she stole the rich cream from a pan of milk. The reason why the ocean is so often called treacherous must be because it is full of craft.— Boston, Post. A few statistics never fail to soon satisfy an aulience if they are thor oughly dry.— Galveston Hews. "You're a dead loss to yourself" is the latest sarcastic way of telling a mat he is no good.— Philadelphia lltcord. "Is Fletcher sure his wife's poodle is dead?" "He inuH be. I see he's offer ing #SO reward for it."— Brooklyn, Life. Love at first sight doej not wear spec tacles. That may he why it seldom oc curs in Boston. Binghamton Republican. A mother may know it, but she'll never admit that any other woman's child is as smart as her own. New York Jour nal. "Do you know it takes fifty leaves of gold to make the thickness of ordinary paper? "Oh, that's too thin!"—Jewel tr* Circular. There's no disgrace in being poor. The thing is to keep quiet and not let your neighbors know anything about it. Texat Texat Sif tings. You will usually find it the case that the man who has the most irons in the fire has a wife who has to furnish the kindling.— Atchison Globe. V s ".- Lady (engaging servant) —"You seem to possess every necessary qualification. Have you got a sweetheart?" Servant— "No, mum; but I can soon get one."— The Comic. "I've got a good idea for this season," said a baseball manager. "What is it?" "I've got a deaf umpire. 110 can see everything, but he can't hear any kick ing."—New York News. "80 you are on a star tour," said the Circus Lion to the Dancing Hear; "pray, tell me, is that fellow there with the chain your me-isenger?" "Yes," replied the Bear, "and also my leading man."—• Baltimore American. "I hear that water sold at twenty-five cents a glass in the newly-opened lands of Oklahoma. Is it so?" "Quite likely," replied the returned boomer. "1 don't know, though. I didn't have time to wash while I was there."— Buffalo Ex press. "A fast horse, is he?" "Trots like a streak of greased lightning." "Well, that's fast enough. What do you call him?" "What Ma Says." "What Ma Says I That's a strange name. Why do you call him that?" "Because what ma says goes." Doctor—"Notwithstanding the fact that there arc new diseases coming up every day, the old ones seem to hold their own all the same." Tartar—"Yes? Well, that may be, but there's oae of the old sort that doesn't seem to affect my out-of-town customers at all.'' Doctor— "What is that?" Tartar—"The remit ting l'ever.''— Boston Journal.