SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M. CHENEY, Publisher. YOL. X. The grip is pronounced by a Vienna physician of high standing to be mias matic in character. A county in New York State is c on sidering becoming its own insurer against fire. One argument used is that the county having $100,000,000 of property is more responsible than most of tho insurance companies. The San Fiancisco Chronicle opines that the cultivation of a peaceful dispo sition is not calculated to inspire respect in such countries as Chile, "llad we been as truculent in our dealings with fifth-rate countries as England," it be lieves, "tho Chileans would not be speaking of the Yankees and their navy ■with contempt." The new monitor Miantonomah, with four teu-iuch guns aud a line lot of rapid lire weapons, will prove a formid able antagonist to any but the very heavi est foreigu ironclads, observes the San Francisco Chronicle. Stationed at tho right place she could keep a whole fleet of cruisers from entering and approach ing close to New York harbor. Tho proposition to have the old sliip President, which was captured from the United States by the British in the War of 1812, transferred to Chicago for tho Columbian Exhib tion, is very generally approved by the officers of the navy so far as its seutinvjnt goes, but the idea is hardly practical, suggests die Boston Transcript. The old ship now lies in the West India Dock near London, and, although she makes an excellent ship for the nominal headquarters of British navy officers who are assigned to duty in Lon don, and an excellent drill ship as well, she is totally unable, because of her ad vanced age, to cross the Atlantic. The chief figures of the chiei' medical officer ot tho Prefecture of Police show that lunacy has increased in Paris, France, in the last sixtesa years some thirty per cent. Tho inc lease is due to the prevalence of t»vo morbid typas,gen eral paralysis and alcoholic insanity. Alcoholic insanity is twice as prevalent now as it was fifteen years ago. Almost a third of the lunacy cases are due to this disease, and tin tendency of it is to be come more violent and to show a more marked homicidal character. A dreadful pecuiarity of it is that it desc ,'nds to the children of its victims, fae extreme use fulness of many of the candidates for the guillotine must have been observed of late years, and the explanation is probably to be found in alcoholic in sanity. If the Prince of Wales persists in his reported intention of marrying his chil dren into English families, observes tho San Francisco Examiner, he will give his house a new lease of popularity that it needs. Albert Victor, the heir presump tive, is to marry Princess .Mary of Teck who is practically an English girl. His brother, Prince George, is said to be en gaged to the daughter ot an English Duke. The eldest daughter is the wife of the Duke of Fife, and it is reported that the second daughter is to marrv an English nobleman. The British nation has shown a good deal of irritation at the marriage of Queen Victoria's children to the little royalty of Germany. In th? brave old days wheu England was ma le, Englishmen and Englishwomen were go«d enough for royal blood to mate with, and tiie English people appear to believe that the policy i* a good one to day. At last it has dawned upon the people of Northwestern Oiiio, announcas the Pitts burg Dispatch, that their supply of nat ural gas is almost exhausted. So confi dent have they been in its performance that the nature of the discovery is almost startling. To-day not more than one tenth of the manufactories in Northwest ern Ohio arc supplied with natural gas. At the same time the supply for private consumption has been so decreased that many a family has tossed the gasburner into the back yard aud returned to hick ory and coal. Many others kept con stant supplies of coal on hand ready for emergency at any time. Coal is also burned with the gas when it is low by a majority of the consumers. Since gas was first used for fuel here the pressure has decreased over 350 pounds. Tha vol ume, however, is sullicient for all the drains upon it. The trouble is that the pressure is too weak to force the gas to the burners. It lies sluggish and dor mant in the mains, or in a state of inertia in the rock and wells. KISSING THE ROD. 0 heart of mine, we shouldn't Worry so! What we've missed of calm we couldn't Have, you know! What we've met of stormy pain And of sorrow's driving rain We can better meet again If it blow. We have error! in that dark hour We have known When our tears fell with tho shower. All alone— Were not shine and shower blent As the gracious Master meaut? Let us temper our content With his own. For, we know, not every morrow Can be sad; So, forgetting all the sorrow We have bad, 1 vet us fold away our fears And put by our foolish tears, And through all the coining years Just be glad. —J. W. Riley, in Indianapolis Journal. THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A MANUSCRIPT BY CLIFTON ESDAILE. "W 1 NLIKE Franken- Ha £ stein, my creator , i| 1 loved the thing she SSJI had created. Out 1 innumerable I t scraps was I created, and built upon a disused skeleton of JvY % ® some old romance. Nevertheless, I was beloved and tender ly nurtured. When I say that my fair creator was ambitious for me, you will, I trust, not misunderstand her. She craved no jewels or costly raiment for her beloved offspring; she but asked that I might live, and appear in print. My creator, I have siuco observed with pride, was very beautiful. The first distinct recollection I have is that my leaves fluttered together on the dainty desk before which .sat a sweet girl-woman. In her hand sho still held a gold pen, but the ink on its nil) was quite dry, and she seemed buried in thought. I looked up at her rc9pousively. and she took me up gentty aud read me in a soft voice, which has ever since seemed to me closely related to the sweet odor of lilacs which were then blooming. From that moment I lived. As I lay on the desk before her, there was a sudden noise at the lattice; then someone said in a low voice, "Sister!" My creator started up so suddenly that I knew Sister must be her name; and 1 always think of her by that name, though I have since heard her called by several others. Sister went quickly to the window,and said, in a frightened whisper: "Jack, why have you come here, and in broad daylight, too? Uncle will storm so if he finds it out, aud 1 shall never be able to reconcile' him to you." By this time a young boy, three or four years younger than Sister, had climbed in at the open window, and I i saw how much they looked alike; but ! his manner, clothing, and voice were quite different. All the people I have met in the world, except Sister, are like Jack—men, I believe, they are called. In the mean time Jack was asking her for money. "I simply must have fifty dollars to-day, Sister; you can easily get it out of uncle." "No, Jack; he will give me anything in the world but money; and that, he says, he will not give me." '•So he knows my gentle little Sister would give it to naughty Jack? By the way, Sis, I think a bean stalk would be better for Jack to climb than a lattice aud a lilac-bush. Kindly sec that it is changed before I come again." Jack had a roguish, merry face, and Sister was evidently fond of him. I be gan to feel a strange, sad feeling about half way down my second chapter, which I have learned since from conver sation with other MSS. is not an uncom mon ailment, and is named jealousy. Sister looked cautiously around, then flushing a little, said, "Jack, I am try ing to earn fifty dollars for you." Jack gave a low whistle of astonish ment. "Poor little Sister, why, how can you earn money?" he asked, looking at the silk-robed figure before him. "I have written a story." "You don't say!" and Jack regarded her with surprise and pride. "Wasn't it hard to do?" Sister came over to the desk and ca ressed me with her pretty hand. "At first it was hard, but not when I really j got started. Oh, then, Jack, I loved i it." It was sunset, aud the gay light flashed j on the pretty jewels in Sister's rings as | she patted me tenderly. "But the trouble is, I must have the ' money at once for—" A noise was heard in the hall, and, without finishing his sentence, Jack slid out tli3 window, and Sister hastily took up a book. A rap on the door. Sister went and opened it, still holding the volume, with her forefinger between the leaves. A tall and handsome old gentleman entered. lie bowed with old-school courtesy, saying: "It is such fine weather, I have ordered the carriage. Are you ready to drive?" Sister looked into tho kind though LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 26, 1892. severe face. "Yes, uncle; I should like of all things this sweet evening to take a drive with you." So she put on a pretty wide straw hat, and went away with the old man, and I felt lonely. The sunset had gone, the pink and blue after-glow had also left, and the gray came in and tinged everything, until at last the black came and swaliowed up what was left. I must have gone to sleep then, for when I awoke a great soft light shone in the window, and Sister was standing before it, saying, softly: "flow pale my white lilacs are there in the moonlight!" Theu, as a slight noise was heard in the hall, she whispered, "Is that you, Jefferson?" "Yes, miss," came from a very black old man, who entered and stood upon the threshold, as if awaiting orders. "Jefferson, have you saved up fifty dollars?" "Yes, missie, I has dat; an', fo' do land's-sake.missie, Jefferson dun' no' what to done wid dat same fifty dollars." "Jefferson, will you lend it to me? There is something I want to get, and I don't want uncle to know, and I will pay you back ever so soon." "I's jest too pleased, missie. I was goin' fur to ask you to keep dat money fo' me fo' de present;" and the old man hurried away. Sister came and stood in the moon light, and I saw she was crying, but she only said, "Dear, kind old Jefferson!" Presently he came back, and handed something to Sister, saying: "I thank | ye, missie, fur keeping of it for me;" | and he hurried away again. Sister went to the window. "Jack," she whispered. Then 1 heard loud voices, and she handed the money out the window to some one. "God bless you, Sister 1" "Good-night; be a good boy, Jack." Then Sister came and knelt down by the desk, and her beautiful hair rested on my pages; then splash came two tears, and so I was baptized. I was not u nice child; but that, I am convinced, was my own fault. Sis ter, however, thought I was delightful, i and though she ought to know, her opinion was not corroborated by others. I I awoke one morning to liud myself being roughly handled for the first time. A great ugly man was seated by a huge desk in a big office. There were many other men somewhat like him, all sit ting at great desks in the same office, but the particular man to whom I refer was more disagreeable, I am convinced, than any of the others. He tore off the paper wrappings in which I had been swathed, and flung them iuto a great capacious scrap basket. At that time my knowledge of scrap baskets was limited, but subsequently this part of my education was corrected. I fluttered my leaves coquettishly as he glanced at me, but I at once became aware that he seemed to see through me without looking at me. He fumbled me over, reading a portion of the last chap ter, then said, sotto voce: "More trash;" then, aloud, to a young man at the next desk: "Here, bundle this back. I think, however, I tore the address, so look out for it." Then he slipped a rubber band over me, and I tumbled pell-mell into the big basket after the shreds of my envelope. At that time I was the only occupant of the basket, but in an hour, one after an other, thirty other manuscripts were with me in the basket. The youth who gathered us up seemed in a hurry, and left me, with my torn address, till the following morning; then, having more time, I presume, he picked me up, not unkindly, though he laughed in an amused way, glancing down my first page. "Poor girl! (evidently a girl), she will be disappointed, doubtless." Do you suppose he meant Sister? At home again! Aud Sister did seem disappointed; but she read the little printed slip, and then wearily looked over my leaves. None were torn or soiled, so she kissed me gently, and directly I wa3 sent on another voyage. My experience was much the same as before. The printed slip I brought back was a different size and shape, and I ob served with anguish that my dear crea tor seemed worried, and I feared she was disappointed in me, or perhaps growing to dislike me, as others did. One afternoon when I returned from a peregrination longer than usual, I was i handed to my fair creator where she I walked in the sweet-scented green and j gold light of the garden, accompanied by a tall and haudsomc young man. She sighed, "Again!" as she received me; then I trembled in her fingers, and somehow my string became untied, and I escaped from my wrappings. Her companion hastened to pick me up, handling mo with a consideration no other man had evinced toward, me. Then he said to Sister, taking both her pretty hands as he placed me in her keeping. "Sweetheart, if you love me, why in sist on this long, this endless delay?" Sister looked down, aud a rosy color stole over her face, while her lips quiv ered. "It is so bard to speak of. I have contracted a debt, and, until I can repay it by my own earnings, I cannot marry; it would not bo honorable; and no one will publish my story." She was still looking down, sad and embarrassed, so she did not note her companion's expression, but I thought ho was about to rend the pale evening air with a wild peal of laughter, so sparkling were his eyes with mirth and happiness. Imagine my astonishment on seeing ( him quite grave when she lifted her eyes, as he said, sympathetically: "Yes, I understand, dear. By-the way, have you tried the Gushington Publishing House?" Yes; I had but just returned from their commodious scrap-basket. Ha seemed very kind. When he left us, Sister took me to her pretty silk-draped room. She sat by the open window, and I lay still in her lap, and wondered from Title fo Finish what I could do to make her happy. It was, I think, two days after that a letter lay beside me on Sister's desk. It was from the house of Gushington, and contained a check for seventy-five dol lars, and a note from the editcr statinir that by mistake I had gotteu in a pile of rejected MSS., and been sent to her by his assistant without his knowledge. Would she kindly overlook this,and per mit his house the honor of printing her work? Then you should have seen her. She was like a glad June morning in her loveliness. She laughed and cried all at once. , When I returned to the editor's de?k, he read me over carefully, theu he ex tracted quite a long letter from a pigeon hole, and I had an idea it concerned my self. This surmise was correct. The august presence deigned to per mit a pleasant smile to play over his features like a flitting sunbeam as ho an swered the letter sotto-voice- "True,dear friend,we do sometimes print even worse from one cause or another." Then I was sent to press iu the bauds of a sad little "devil." Sister and her husband have always maintained a peculiar fondness for me, but the rest of my readers say, "Strange how this magazine is degenerating I" Do you suppose they refer unkindly to me as I appear in "print."—Harper's Weekly. About Kid Gloves. A town called Grenoble, France, is the place where most kid gloves come from; yet of the twenty thousand or more tourists who pass though the capi tal of the Isere Department eaph year not more than ten ever go out of their way to learn something of this great national industry. For it is national, as France holds the chief position in the world in this line of commerce, and wherever you go you are sure to find that the best gloves are of French manufacture. This success is not due to a question of taste only, but to excellence of workmanship also. There is nothing mechanical about glove making; it is all hand labor; there fore experienced and skillful opeiatives are necessary to produce good merchan dise. But as Frenchmen do not like to leave their homes, it is the Belgians, the Germans and the Italians who go abroad aud devote themselves to the production of an inferior kind of goods for toilet purposes in other countries. At Grenoble alone 1,200,000 dozen pairs of gloves are manufactured an nually. This represents a value of $7,000,000 to $7,200,000, and this gives employment to 25,000 workpeople of both sexes. There are 4000 mon and 21,000 women residing in a rayon of thirty-eight miles around Grenoble who live by this work. Glove makinir, theu, is interesting from a social point of view, as it is one of the few callings open to female labor iu which they can earn re spectable wages without abandoning hus bands, homes and little ones. When I add that out of the $7,200,- 000 worth of gloves in that region at least $3,000,000 are distributed iu wages among an almost infinite number of fam ilies, you can imagine the auxiety with which recent parliamentary deliberations over the proposition to franchise the raw material were awaited by the population. A tax on skins brought iuto France would have meant ruin to many hard' working people who get a comfortablo living out of the industry.—New York liecorder. A Curious Mutiny. There are some curious points in the case of the mutineers on board the French ship Aime, who were rocently tried at St. Pierre, Newfoundland. The vessel started from Bordeaux but had not proceeded very far upon its course when the crew deposed the captain and put him in irons. The first mate took command. His purpose was to reach the Azores. But in a few hours it be came apparent that he did not know what he was about. Accordingly, the crew sought their ex-captain next day, lashed him to a mast, and commanded him to steer for the Azores. He refused to do so unless he was released. The crew set to work again on their own account —got more muddled thau before, and finally accepted his condition. Forth with he put the ship about, and carried them to St. Pierre, where they were promptly seized, tried and condemned. The extraordinary feature in all this is the fuct that the captain was the only man on board having any knowledge of navigation, and the question arises whether this condition of affairs is com mon on French ships, or in the mercan tile marine of any other nation.. In all well found ships the first mate, at least, is supposed to carry a master's certifi cate.—Boston Transcript. Terms —sl.2s in Advance; $1.60 after Three Mentha SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. White tar is new. Electric cranes increase. Chess matches by telephone are popular in England. A mechanical letter-stamper worked by electricity is being tested at the post office in Washington. A German inventor has patented a system of employing the trolley electric system to propel boats on canals or rivers. The Industrial Society of Mulhouse, England, offers a silver medal for the application, in any form, of electricity to calico printing. Immense bituminous deposits have been discovered in Alsace, Germany,and no less than seven companies have re cently been formed to work them. It is proposed to make the employ ment of the electric light in the German factories compulsory in places where artificial light is required during working hours. Professor Dewar, an English scientist, found, in making some experiments with liquid oxygen, that it has strong mag netic properties, adhering closely to a magnet until entirely dissipated. The output of the Baldwin Locomotive Works, Philadelphia, Penn., last year was 918 locomotives, of which 101 were compounds. The output for 1890 ex ceeded this number by thirty-five. The iron work of the railway up the Higi, Switzerland, has been found to suffer less from rust than that of the or dinary surface roads. The ties are won derfully well preserved, those laid seven teen years ago being still in good condi tion. In popular histories of the seveD wonders of the world %ve read that the Pharos, the first light-house, could be seen at a distance of 100 miles. In or der for this to have been possible the Pharos must have been a mile and a quarter in height. A now torpedo was recently tried at Portsmouth, England. It is intended for discharge under the water, and with engines developing fifty-two horse-power, it can realize a speed of thirty knots an hour. The maximum diameter of tlje torpedo is eighteen inches. Down to the time cf Homer, who flourished 207 B. C., as little was known of the surface of the eaith is now known of the interior. Greece was then regarded as the center of the earth, whicli was theu surrounded at the distance of 500 mile* by the ocean river. Later the land was extended further and a limited form given to the old continent. Very extensive and valuable deposits of nickel have been found at Sudbury, the junction of the Canadian Pacific and the "Soo" Road about 130 miles east of Saul Ste. Marie. The mining is confined largely to three companies, one of which is au American company with headquar ters at Cleveland, Ohio, aDd its works represent an investment of between sl,- 000,000 and 62,000,000. To distinguish genuine butter from oleomargarine the following test is recom fnended: Draw a knife through a piec of the questioned butter and separate the [wrts thus divided. If it ever saw the inside of a churn there will be watery Exudations in the track of the knife, but if it is a combination of prepared and disguised fat there will be a smooth greasy surface only. This test is largely used by butter merchants. A Famous Maine Mansion. The old Pepperell mansion at Kittery Point, Me., built over 200 years ago, has probably sheltered more famous peo ple than any other house on this side of the Atlantic, with the exception of Mount Vernon and Monitcello. The house was built by the first William Pepperell, a great merchant and ship builder of his time, who accumulated vast wealth by trade, and his mansion reflected the extent of his means. Fac ing the sea and surrounded by a great park where herds of deer disported, the old mansion was a delightful place of residence. The famous Sir William Pepperell, son of the builder, enlarged and adorned the mansion at the time of his marriage, iu 1734. This William Pepperell, the only Ainericau baronet, was a remarkable man. lie was the richest mau in the colonies, and had at times as many as 200 vessels afloat. He was a successful General, and was seen at Louisburg, and his political in fluence was very great.—New York Sun. The Ainericau Sandwich. "The great American sandwich is now an established National institution," said Frauk P. Brodie at Hurst's Hotel. "Did you ever think how the term originated? A great many people suppose that the popular comestible is in some way con nected with the Sandwich Islands. This is a mistake, because the civilize'' world had sandwiches long before it knew it had any Sandwich Islands. Anothei popular fallacy is that the sandwich was invented by the English Earl of Sand wich, from whom it took its name. The fact is, the name of the mau who foisted the sandwich on the world is unknown. It was known, however, in the times of the Homan Empire, and the soldiers of Claudius Caesar included it in their ra tions. As an article of food the sand wich dates from the time to which the memory of man runneth not back. As an instrument of torture aud death it made its advent with the first railroad eating house."—St. Louis Star-Sayings. XO. 20. ATTAINMENT. Passing, I saw a woman fair and sweet With lilies at her feet^ A flush of triumph on her lifted face As if her soul victorious in its r&Te In Love's ethereal flight unfettered sprang through space. I saw her once again, her sad eyes wet With limitless regret, Pallid with countless wounds that hidden bled; The lilies in her pathway lying dead. Yet, in despair, sublime liar soul still swept o'erhead. Crowned by its own defeat. —Mrs. Whiton-Stone, in Boston Transcript. HUMOR OF THE DAY. A double chin—when two women meet. You can't measure a girl's love by its sighs.—Elmira Gazette. Of two women choose the one that will have you.—Texas Sittings. Nebraska has au Indian lawyer. Of course he is a Sioux.—Minneapolis Tri bune. The dark ages are the ones that elderly spinsters refuse to divulge.—St. Joseph News. It is when the turkey is in the oven thatthccook studies Browning.—Lowell Courier. A literary man becomes a nobleman when he is baron of ideas.—Lowell Courier. A statesman can always get a pull by going to the dentist's office.—Binghnni ton Republican. There are too many people in the world who use their ne3t eggs to make cake of.—Atchison Globe. Smiles that crack in the middle with their metallic hardness convey but little cordiality.—Charleston News. When wild young men start out for fun they are going to have it if they have to fight for it.—Dallas News. Of course it is possible for a woman to be "fair and square," but we like her better if she is round.—Boston Post. The debtor may have the consolation of knowing that there is always some body thinking of him.—Columbus Post. Mrs. Bacon—"What a sour look Dr. Pill has." Little "'fimnic--"I guess he takes his own medicine, mamma."— Statesman. Stephen Tehee has been elected second chief of the Cherokee Nation. • Well, we should giggle.—.Memphis Appeal- Ava'anche. A man's character is like a photo graphic negative. It is black until it has been subjected to the chemistry of circumstances. "Did Ann gain much by goiug to V.vssar?" "Yes. She gained au Eon the end of her uame. She is Anne now." —Brooklyn Life. "A man can accomplish a great deal," said the Missouri Judge, "if he only has time—therefore I give you four years." —Columbus Post. "This is a bad sign," says Ilicks, as the shingle of Bludboory, Blithers tfc Co. has blown from its place and landed ou his high hat.—Harper's Bazar. The man who never puts off till to morrow what he cau do to-day must in evitably eat a great deal more tiiau is good for him.—Somerville Journal. "Let's go into the restaurant and get something to eat." "But I'm not hun gry." "That's no matter; you will be before you get anything."—Tid-Bits. "Why do you goto the concert if you don't care for music?" "To amuse my self. You have no idea how happy I feel when it's over."—Fliegende Blaetter. Patient—"Doctor, I fancy, somehow, I've got a touch of the gout." Doctor— "Fancy, my dear sir! If you had, you wouldn't fancy—you'd know."—Comic. He—"l never can understand you, but I suppose that's natural." She— "Why?" lie—"Well, I suppose its im possible for a pretty girl to be plain."— New York Press. "I am afraid that Gei>rge is trifling of me." "Why, dear?" "He has been telling me lam too good a woman to be the wife of such a man as he is."—ln dianapolis Journal. New Clerk—"What do the jobbers mean by putting