SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. W M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. X. Chile is woman's Utopia. There she cun vote on all questions. The California Fruit-Grower says there is no doubt as to the soil and climate of California being admirably adapted to the successful cultivation of ramie. Not content with planning an under ground railway, on ■ of Berlin's civil engineers plans underground streets. They arc to be covered with a close grat ing of steel, well supported, which admits air, light and rain, and over which the usual street traffic is carried on. A company, backed by Eastern cap italists, has been incorporated in Chi cago, 111., for the manufacture of Ameri can flax. Thecapital stock is £'>,000,1)00. Speaking for the new company its attor ney said. "At present nearly all the flax used in this country is imported. This company has experimented to its own satisfaction that it can manufacture the American article much cheaper than it can be imported, aud, at the same time, furnish as good an article as that made in foreign countries." The gross receipts of the Philadelphia and Heading system will hereafter be $80,000,000 annually, and the number of its employes will approximate 100,- 000, being more than are employed by any single corporation on this planet. The acquitment of the Poughkeepsie Bridge and the lines tributary thereto throws the Reading and its entire aug mented system into the very heart of New England, giving it the only all-rail route from the Middle and Southern States to the East, with connections with all important New England roads, anil enabling it to virtually control the coal traffic of that entire region. The Boston Transcript says: The decision of the Supreme Court that the "habitual criminal" act is constitutional is a gratifying one. The act provides that on conviction of a third felony a person may be sentenced to the State Prison for twenty live years. The prin cipal which underlies this legislation is u sound one. The man who proposes to live by proving upon the commuuity has no right to live in the community. This is one of the propositions which prison reformers loug ago laid down, und in securing the passage of the law, which the court now sustains, they have done thj community a great service. Asafeetida as a cure for "grip" has been ridiculed by a great many physi cians, but most of them admit, adds tne New York Post, that they have never prescribed it. In the West asafeetida in pills of four grains has been tried with gratifying results. Quick recoveries are reported in nearly every instauee, with out the usual sequel of debility. In Louisville alone 20,000 of the pills were sold in one day recently. No bad effects can follow the use of asafeetida, for of all things it is a sedative. In Asiatic countries it is, employed as a condiment, but this is a use to which few persons will crre to put it. Many old people in the West who were fir gone with the disease have, it is asserted, been cured by the asafeetida pills. They should be taken, according to their admirers, three times a day with a glass of water, and taken in this way are warranted not to taint the in iatli. Occasio ily, something turns up tc prove, r i:\vks the Boston Transcript, that SOD of our homelier methods in therapeutics, ••old women's remedies," as the doctor's snecringly call them, are found to be reasonably scientific after all. Lately, for instance, an expert, who has been experimenting in M. Pasteur's laboiatory, has discovered that no liviug disease germ can resist for more than a few hours the antiseptic power of essence of cinnamon, which seems to be no less effective in destroying microbes than is corrosive sublimate. Its scent will kill them. A decoction of cinnamon is rec omended for intlueuza cases, typhoid fever and cholera. Perhaps some of us can remember when elderly ladies used to carry in their wonderful pockets, the capacity of which was enormous, bits of ciunamon or other pungent and fragrant spice, the odor of which would betrav their coming many feet away. Whether it was carried as a preventive or merely for the satisfaction of having something to nibble not revealed to us youngs sters of those days. Peppermint candy was always a recognized stimulant against attacks of somnolence at sermon time at. church. EVERY DAY. And the tumult of the strc3t And ceaseless tread of reatless feet; What varied human forms we meet. Every day. Some burdonod with unwhispered woe; Had secrets God alone can know; We see them wandering to and fro, Every day. Some seared by time's decay or blight; AVith furrowed brow and fading eight, Who haunt our feet from morn 'till night, Every day. Pome swayed By passion deep and strong, Enkindlod by some burning wrong, Unheeded by the listless throng. Every day. The lust of power, the greed for gain, Twin tyrants of the heart and brain; We see the ruin of their reign, Every day. The crafty ghouls that throng the street, Wearing the garments of deceit; Who breathe to lie and live to cheat, Every day. And some aspiring to be great. With beaming eye and heart elate, Scorning the thorny thrusts of fate, Every day. The youth enthralled by some fond dream, Or borne along on fancy's stream, Believing all things what they seem, Every day. The aged tottering toward the tomb, No light to lift their rayless gloom, Nor hope their weary way illume, Every day. The rich and poor, the old and young, With silent lip or fluent tongue. And griefs untold or joys unsung, Every day. Thus in the drama of the town, Some bear across or wear a crown Until death rings the curtain down, Every day. —D. B. Sickels, in New York Press. SARAH. BY LUCY C. IiFLLIB. URRIEDLY Sarah »1 Molyneux crossed the her aunt's WmM house in Cheltster ami €3l stood irresolutely for a moment at the head of the old-fashioned staircase. Iler hand moved a little nerv \3j) ous iy on tt, e balus trade, and the line between her delicate dark brows deepened. "If it were only over with—or needn't be nt all," she reflected. But there was no way to avoid the unpleasant task ahead of her, and accordingly Sarah passed down the stairs aud into the square parlor over-looking the garden. In about half an hour old Mrs. Thorpe in her room upstairs heard the front door close, and a quick step go down the garden pathway. Presently Sarah came back. The old lady was popped up in bed and turned a pair of very bright, clear eyes upon her niece as she entered the j room. "Well," Mrs. Thorpe exclaimed with impatience. "Sit right down and tell me all about it. And don't oblige me 1 to ask tco many questions. You know how I hate to have to wring anything | out of you. Sarah laughed. "I'll do my best, Aunt Polly," she answered, sittingdown in the window and looking with gentle j indulgence at the old lady. "I suppose j I must Legm at the beginning. I found | Mr. Morison, of course,in the parlor and j be fairly jumped at the business ques- | tion." "Humph, what'd he say?" "Said that he would not think of dis- j turbing you while you were ill but that it was very important for him to know when he could take possession of the house. He intends putting up the fac tory at once, he says. He observed that , Mr. Beecham had explained how fond we ! were of the old house and all that, but of course we could hardly expect him to be sentimental in a business matter." i "Did he talk like that right to your face, Sarah Molyneux?" "Yes,Aunt —I can't say—well it didn't ; sound quite so bold; but those were his ! words." "Who docs he favor in looks—the Turners, I guess." Mrs. Thorpe leaned back and closed her eyes a moment, vis ions of the high cheek bones and promi nent noses of the Turners floating before her. Sarah thought of them too, sharply in contrast with the looks of her recent guest. "He's not a bit like the Turners, she said, presently. "I don't, know the Morisons much, 1 ' she added. "Let me see—he is not very tall—rather slight but looks strong and has a clean-shaven dark face." "Handsome?" Mrs. Thorpe's eyes opened for an instant. "Oh, no—not at all—oh no, not the least bit handsome ; but he has a quick, bright sort of look." "So he's going to put up a factory— dear,dear —I did not think—but well no —of course the property's his since your j uncle Ezra left it to him by will—l never j thought Ezra'd do it. Always took for erauted he meant it should be mine out right and—after letting me live here forty years." "I said something of the kind to Mr. Mo.nson. He's coming back this even ing." LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 1, 1892. 41 What for; he isn't going to build to night, is he?" "Oh, no. He wanted to see the gar den very particularly." •'Well, you mako it clear I want the plants." When the objectionable guest had paid his second visit, Sarah came back to her aunt's room looking very much dis couraged. "Well, what now?" demanded the old lady with a scorn. "He says we can't have those gardens I disturbed, Aunt Polly," said Sarah, sit ting down dejectedly. "I took him down to the arbor, and we had a very nice talk at first. I really almost liked him. We began about country life, and he told me how much he had longed for a real country home—a place something like this, he said—then he asked who took care of the garden, and I told him I was your gardner, and how much we both loved the flowers. I showed him the tree planted when I was a baby, and then the rosebud for my tenth birthday; and he said that lio should tbink we'd hate to leave it all—then I explained you wanted the plauts; but he said oh, no! they were part of the property." "Turner straight through and through," declared the old lady. "Grasping all they can get. I will have the plants, though; I guess Ezra's will had nothing to say to them." "I could scarcely be civil after that,'' I pursued Sarah, her face flushing in the J 1 dusk. I changed the subject, and asked ( [ him how nearly he was related to the j j Turners; but he said it was very distant, j He told me where be lived as a boy. It j seems his father had a paper in some | i country village—Saul—l think be called i | it, and he was a very visionary, unprac ] tical, enthusiastic kind of man. I guess he didn't provide much for the family. Anyway Mr. Morison says he started out young in life to carve his own future, and he has been quite successful—only he intends to be thoroughly so, he says, if possible." "By way of my garden. Humph!'' "He says he enjoys obstacles. He li'tes something to couquer. I told him 1 had no fansy for battlefields; he said a skir mish was as good as success to hiin. Oh, I Aunt, by the way, do I look like the | Turners?" "Well, some," said the old lady, '■e j luctuntly. Sarah crossed the room aid in the faint light regarded her face ;,t --i tentively in the long, narrow mirror. It was a thin, clear-cut face, rather shadowy j as to what might or might not be its | owner's strong or weak points; the face ' of a girl to whom events or emergencies j were unknown. Life had written al most nothing upon it that gave it charm, j and the eyes were a pretty hazel with black lashes and delicate brows. "The llatlield Turners," pursued the old lady, as Sarah sat down again. | "You do look some like them. Why?" "Oh, Mi. Morison said I had a Turner look," the girl answered. "He tried to make out we are cousins." "Well you are—twice removed. Ilis ! mother's your cousin, I thiuk." "I must ask him. He'll be back in j 1 the morning, he says." Well, I declare to gracious the man means to force me out of this bed, I be- j iieve. Sarah, you must speak up and j not let him impose upon you." About eleven o'clock the next morning very unusual sounds floated up to the | ' old lady from the parlor where Mr. J ' Morison was again "interviewing" Sarah. < 1 Some one was playing on the old piano; | ' then a man's voice, a clear fine tenor, j j could be heard. The song was one the old lady remembered in her youth— ! "Phyllis is my only love"—-and her i s withered cheek flushed with pleasure. J "Sarah," she said, directly her niece ap- [ peared, "did you ask that young man ! ' to sing? 1 want you should inquire it j ' he knows another piece like that." Sarah's eyes were very soft and 1 bright. ! 1 "Aunt," she said eagerly, "would it j . look bold if I sang a duet with Mr. | Morison? He's coming back this after- i j noon." "What'll you sing? You don't know > what you're talking about, Sarah." "Docs he think the piano's his?" de- , married the old lady with a sudden re turn of severity. Saiah looked miser- r able. "He says it is Aunt," she admitted, j There was an ominous silence; then , Mrs. Thorpe closed her eyes again. 112 "Well, it was Ezra's," she admitted, j It was with mingled feelings that she t listened that afternoon to the singing j from below. Love of music compelled her to enjoy keenly the way in which £ Sarah and the audacious Mr. Morison j sang "I would that my love" and "Oh, t wert thou in the cauld blast." While r resentment against what she felt an un- c just will, depriving her and her niece of her cherished home, made .her consider everything done or said by Mr. Morison objectionable, yet somehow she found c herself looking forward eagerly to h»." niece's next report of their unbidden ' a guest. "He is going to be married soon, | r Aunt Polly," Sarah related. "Perhaps , that is why he is in such a hurry about s the house. He's been telling me about n the young lady." r "Well, upon my soul. Seems to rae ; t he's very free with his confidences. Mar- ; ried? What'd he say about her?" "Oh, I don't know exactly," said 1 r Sarah; "he said she was the kind of gill H I'd get along quickly with; it seems, ever so long ago he made up his mind never to marry any one but her." c ♦•Well, and were there any of thc*e c - obstacles he talks about j" sniffed the old lady. "Oh, yes. But be says there's quite a touch of romance in the whole affair, s He's a very—well, masterful sort of per son, Aunt. I can quite understand I what he means when he says he enjoys overcoming difficulties. He isn't the sort of person any one could trifle with easily." [ "I guess I .will when I get around. What with the garden and the piano i and the dear knows what all—l'll be grateful if he leaves us the clothes to our backs. AVhat clse'd you talk about?" "Oh, a great many things. Books some. He's fond of German—and, oh, I meant to tell you, he's coming to morrow morning and going to read a little German with me." "Well, Sarah, you just seehere. Let that young man know you've something to do besides fool around with him. I know; he wants to force me up. I'll see Dr. Baker, I guess, before that Tom Morison gets me out of the house." "Oh, Aunt! It's just because he wants, he says, to familiarize himself with the place." "Well, he's got all the time there is after we're gone. I want you should be very distant with him—and, Sarah, I guess you'd better not begin any German readings." During Mr. Morison's next visit Sarah appeared in her aunt's room with a very anxious expression. "Aunt Polly," she said, with an effort at composure, "Mr. Morison's brought the German books, and I don't know what to say about It—l" "Well, goon," said the old lady, "I suppose you're bent on it any way, and perhaps he'll help you some." She lay very still when she was alone, sometimes with her eyes open, but gen erally keeping them closed i l * pictures from the past, and visions of what might be ahead of her floated through : her brain, aud the peculiar cruelty of j her brother's will smote her heart afresh, j When she had been left a widow forty j years ago, Ezra Turner had promptly i bade her stay on in the house which had : seeu the happy years of her married life, and which had been endeared to her by a hundred different associations; when the sorrows it had witnessed consecrated the place almost as tenderly as its periods of joy, while from the time she had brought her little orphan niece Sarah home, a new interest was given her life, yet one inseparably bound up with the old man sion. Ezra's will fell like n thunderbolt ! upon the old lady and her niece. In- I deed, there was little question but that it caused the weak turn which confined her to her room; and as she lay there now, faintly conscious of the voices from below, something like a wish never to leave the old home save for a final rest it g place brought a hot-moisture into her eyes. It seemed a long time before Mr. Mori son went away. When the door had closed upon him at last Mrs. Thorpe alert for every sound, heard Sarah lin gering on the stairs. Presently the girl appeared. Her cheeks were scarlet. "Well," demanded the old lady, "what now?—what new thing's he going to claim?" Sarah's color now swept all her face. "Oh, Aunt Polly," she said, "it's all as queer as queer can be. Oh, if you'll only let me. Please—oh, Aunt Polly, it seems Mr. Morison made his mind up right away, the very first day, he says— and he never wanted anything so much before—" "Surah Molyneux," said the old lady, sitting upright, "what ails you? Speak English." "Oh, he's asked me to marry him, Aunt Polly," said Sarah; "that'sit; and he says I mustn't say no—ho made all that up about going to be married—or rather, he says he was bound to make me say yes." Mrs. Thorpe remained rigid in tho same attitude for a moment without speaking. Sarah flushed *np suds. A quarry of natural cement stone has been discovered in the Province of Natal, South Africa. Near by are extensive coal deposits, which supply the fuel to burn the stone. On a farm in the suburbs of Provi donce, R. 1., there has been located what is claimed to be one cf the largest and richest veins of granite east of the Black Hills, if not in the entire country. The British Museum has discovered that the two alleged ctruscau antiquities which it recently purchased at an enor mously high figure are mere Italian "fakes," aud a«e absolutely worthless. A Paris electrician has suceedt d by means of his battery in forcing violets. It took four hours to grow his first batch. The bunch was plucked, tied with a rib bon and sent ex-Empress Eugenie. Lick Observatory in California has just been notified by telegraph of the new discovery of a new star near Chi Aurigae. It is of the fifth magnitude and there fore easily visible to the naked eye. It I has a specturm with bright lines. Dried sulphate of copper in soap has valuable antiseptic and healing proper ties, almost entirely neutralizing by its use the ordinary dangers of physicians, nurses and any persons who are exposed to blood poison through cuts or scratches. In the coming Crystal Palaco Electri cal Exhibition in London, England, upon the payment of a small fee, persons will be able to listen through the tele phone to tho music performed at theatres in London, Birmingham, Manchester and Liverpool. It is said that a syndicate of Swiss and English capitalists have been formed to utilize a part of the falls of the Rhine at Lauffenburg for the generation of elec tric energy. The water will be led to turbine wheels and 7000 horse poiver will be developed. A meteor which fell in Alabama plowed up a furrow about as large as a (lour barrel aud three or four feet deep, then bounded and struck a large pine tree six feet from the ground, shivering the tree. It then exploded, scattering its fragments in every direction, cut ting down small growth and tearing u;i the ground. Carl Lumholtz is now exploring the natural history and archeology of the Sierra Madre in Northwestern Mexico. Among the birds of the Sierra Ma Ire is the great woodpecker which is twenty one inches long, and is therefore the largest woodpecker known. It poes iti pairs, and cannot be killed except by the rifle. These birds will feed tor one or two weeks on a single tree, so that in many cases the trees fall down. Birds Gathered His Almond Crop. An almond grower of this locality hit upon a neat device for gathering his crop last fall. His trees bore largely, and this early became known to the yellow hammers, a species of the woodpecket tribe of birds, and they had regularly stoied away large quantities of ripe nuts taken from the orchard in the limb of an oak tree near by. The astute orchard,t watched operations, and at last hit upon a novel nut and labor saviug plan, Jtid he lost no time in putting it into execu tion. The limb was sawed from the tree $ nd replaced by a square shaped funuel Ung enough to nearly reach the ground; a bucket was then set underneath. A genuine robbing game then went merrily on. The birds gathered the nuts, which they dropped into the tunnel and down into the bucket below, and as regul.irly as night came the almond grower w.vuld in his turn empty it of its contents and set it back for a new supply. This was kept up until the entire crop had been gathered, and the yellowhammcrs had departed broken hearted at the heartless deception practised upon them—Suttci City Enterprise, Feeding Vanilla lieans to Hens. A man on Long Island has discovered a way of feediug vanilla beans to his hens so that the eggs are distinctly flavored with vanilla. Tho hens, more over, are so fertile under this diet that he sends up daily to town twenty-live dozen eggs. These are engaged to th< full laying capacity of the hens. A vanilla flavored egg at breakfast is th< latest caprice of luxury.—New York Press. XO. 25. THE OLD SWNH', Within an.upper room it standi, A garret corner grim and grty Where spiders spin their silken atranAl Molested by no sunlight ray. Yet dames and damsels, I dare say, I Have loved its music; to and fro Their lily hands were wont to stray On that old spinet, years ago. I often fancy ghostly bands .. A stately minuet essay At dead of night, while unseen handa Their long-forgotten skill display. \ The little children—where are theyf For many must have danced, I know. To measures fanciful and gay From that old spinet, years ago, Some cavalier of other lands To it once sang his roundelay, Regardless of the reprimands Of her whose heart he longed to sway; Or some despairing genius may Have made it sharer of his woe, And bowed his weary head to pray Oe'r that old spinet, years ago. Behold it still resists decay, There's music in it still, although The hands are dust that used to play On that old spinet, years ago. IIVMOR OF THE DAY. Sometimes it pays to walk. Ohio has a tramp who is worth $300,000. —Wash- ington Post. Some people talk about turning things over in their minds as if their heads were hollow.—Galveston News. Perhaps it is too much to expect that the man who uses big words should fur nish big ideas along with them.—Somer ville Journal. "Your bill," said the tailor, "is over due." "That's bad English," replied tho customer, "you should say over dun."—New York Sun. "Wereyou evei in a dissecting room, Dickey?" "No, but I've seen our friend Splitthumb after he's been playing foot ball."—St. Joseph News. Gentlemen about to be hanged will be pleased to learn, on expert medical au thority, that a discolation of the neck is not fatal.—Chicago News. New York and Chicago should each build a tower so high as to enable them to see when they are making faces at each other.—Courier-Journal. A woman is never known to advertise for the return of stolen property "and no questions asked." She would ask questions or die—-Texrre Oiftingo. "Did her father kick you out?" "No; he missed me, lost his balance, fell on his face,and I carried him into the house and was forgiven."—Harper's Bazar. "What though I love tho ground she treads, Tis valueless tome; For I have found the man she weds. Must pay the mortgagee. —Truth. Jeweler—"l tell you pawnbroking is »n obnoxious business." Friend—"Per haps, but you cannot deny that it h»s some redeeming features."—Jeweler's Circular. Bilkins—"How de do? Had the grip yet?" Wilkins—"No." Bilkins—"l'm sorry for you, old fellow. What on earth do you talk about when you meet people?" Judge—"lf I let you off this time will you promise not to come back here again?" Prisoner—"Yes, sir. The fact is I didn't come voluntarily this time." —Boston Post. Station Agent in Africa (on the train) —"Great Scott! where is the conductorl I don't see him." Engineer—"The first class passengers got hungry and ate him up."—Texas Siftings. Miss Von Gimp—"l wouldn't marry the best man living." Dr. Perkins— "No—ah—er—perhaps not, but—er— that is really no obstacle to your marriage with me."—'St. Paul' Globe. One reason why the children thirty years ago were so much better behaved than those of to-day is that the people who tell about it were children thirty yeare ago.—Atchison Globe. Young Officer of Hussars (in the park) —"I apologize, madam, forpassing you just now without salutation, but you look so charming to-day that I positively did not recognize you!"—Fliegende Blaetter. The latest problem Dr. William A. Hammond takes up for discussion is, •'Have we two brainß?" He could com fort some folks immensely by proving fifty per cent, of it.—Philadelphia Ledger. Mrs. Gofrequent—"How quickly your husband has climbed to success in his busi ness." Mrs. Reelus Tate—"Yes. He had to climb. I've often heard him say he got it on the ground floor."—Chicago Tribune. "You have the toothache, dear? That is too bad. What caused it?" "I think," answered the Philadelphia maiden, "that it came from leaving my gums at home when I went down town." —lndianapolis Journal. Bjones—"l want you to subscribe something toward sending an expedition to discover the North Pole." Bjenks—■ '•Not muchl But I suppose I shall havo to subscribe something toward sending out the rescuing party." Somerville Journal. To much has been said in dispraise of the piano. Now, a piano is not the nuisance it has been charged with being. Just lock it up and throw away the key, and it will be found as innocent as the campaign utterances of a professional politician a month after election.—Bos ton Transcript.