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 *n<J piled and
flushed again.
"What'd you tell himJ" at last de
manded the old lady, with an accent of
fine scorn. She was very proud of
Sarah's conquest. She knew all about
young Morison, and was well aware how
highly he was esteemed.
"Oh—he say it's settled," observed
Sarah; "and of course--he was only
going on, he says, to try me about the
factory and the garden and the piano;
he says, bless your heart and he wouldn't
take a thing belonging to you more'n
he'd steal."
"Only—my girl." said Mrs. Thorpe,
grimly. But when Sarah bent to kiss
her there was the kind of tenderness in
the eld woman's embrace that the girl
remembered only when she was a little
child.—The Independent.
Some Use fur the Sparrow.
Within the past few days Harry T.
Scoville,of the Western Union Telegraph
Company, has gained quite a reputation
as a sparrow exterminator. At one time
he rau what was known as a school for
rifle practise, and those who are ac
quainted with him are aware that he is a
splendid shot. He has been using an
air-gun on the birds and in three or four
nights has killed over 500 by actual
count. He says they make splendid eat
ing. He strings them on a wire, which
he places before tho fire in tho engine
rooms, ami they are cooked so as to make
a savory bite.—Ciuciunati Enquirer.
The brilliant mischief of one's own
children is outright crime in the children j
of the neighbors.—Galveston News. I
Terms—sl.2s in Advance; 51.50 after Three
SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
Aluminium is the be9t conductor of
Meat and electricity.
Porcelain is being made from asbestos
in Paris, France. It is said to be a su
perior article.
It has been discovered that colors when
passing through a prism can be made to
produce sound.
It takes eight times the strength togo
upstairs than is required to walk the
same distincs on a level.
The theory that diamonds owe their
origin to volcanic eruptions receives sup
port from eminent scientists.
Flammarion, the French astronomer,
is of the opinion that before a great
while we shall be able to talk with the
inhabitants of Mars.
Mr. Haly, of the Colombo Museum,
has discovered that carbolized oil is one
of the best preservatives of the colore of
fish and other animal specimens.
Equal parts of ammonia and turpen
tine will take paint out of clothing if it
be hard and dry. Saturate the spots as
often aj necessary and wash out in soi>p
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.