SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN. w M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. X. Chicago has become the third manu facturing city in this country. Professor John Piske declares "'that there is not a competent scientific man in the world to-day who is not an evo lutionist." With the reduction of the hours of labor in England during the last sixteen years crime has been reduced forty seven per cent. A trustworthy statistician has ascer tained that the gross amount raised by taxation in France is greater than that of any country in which authentic figures are forthcoming. Twenty-two acres of land are needed to sustain a man 011 fresh meat, while the same amount of land under wheat feeds forty-two people, unlior oats eighty eight people, and under the plantain or brea 1 fruit tree over (iOOO people. The mortality from measles in England is said to exceed anything that can thus far be attributed to the influenza. There are 13,000 deatlis from measles annually in Englaudand Wales, and the mortality has increased greatly during the last decade. The official census aualysis of the Cape Colony of South Africa discloses the fact that out of a total white population of 376,987, only 250,213 are able to read and write. The number, however, in cludes 31,237 persons under nine years of age. John Maley, after staying twenty years in the West Virginia Penitentiary tor the murder of his wife, will soon be released, proof of his entire innocence having come to light. Now, in what way, asks the Atlanta Constitution, cau Maley be compensated for this mistake of justice. Dr. Krug, a German scientist, claims that he has discovered how to make an eatable and nutritious cake out of wood. His method consists in trausformiug the cellulose into grape sugar, a substance assimilable by the animal organism. The biscuit is made by adding to this about forty per cent of meal of whs it, oats or rye. Phosphates ami all the boue ele ments may also be introduced. This bread of wood glucose is intended to be fed to cattle, for which it will take the place of oil cakes and other feeds com posed of industrial wastes. Says the San Francisco Chronicle: That the German Emperor has a tender heart under all his martial sternness is shown by the paidouhe granted to a de serter from the German army who was captured on his return to the Father land. The application that touched him came from the little daughter of tho prisoner, who appealed to him on her father's birthdsy. For an autocrat who has retained his warm sympathies thcr« is always hope. Napoleon or the great Frederick would have tossed this little girl's letter into the waste basket. Many Eastern drug stores have adopted the precautionary measure of having two persons attend the prepara tion of any prescription containing pois onous drugs. The Medical Record calls attention to the Harris murder trial in New York City as an illustration of the importance of this check, because "if u single clerk received the prescription, prepared the capsules and delivered them it might readily have been claimed by the defense that a mistake had been made by the druggist. As it was, the diuggist was able togo on the stand and testify that an assistant had also read the prescription and seen the amount of morphine which it called for properly weighed and dispensed." The little island of Navassa, which lies iu the Caribbean Sea, about thirty miles from Hayti, is of small account in itself and geographically considered ; which is probably the reason why its acquisition as part of the United States territory by the mere act of Presidential recognition, as very briefly announced in one of President Hayes's messages, at tracted little public attention at the time. Latterly the island has been chiefly notable as the scene of a riotous out break by laborers in 1889. Commercially its only value is in its rich phosphate de posit. In a diplomatic sense, however its acquisition may easily prove to have been an event of utmost importance, since it has given the United States a foothold in the West Indies—a most de sirable section of the globe, at times, in whfch to have a stopping place. THE LADY OF TEARS. Through valley and hamlet and city. Wherever humanity dwells. With a heart too full of infinite pity, A breast that with sympathy swells. She walks in her beauty immortal. Each household grows sid as she near.<, But she crosses at length every portal, The mystical Lady of Tears. If never thi3 vision of sorrow Has shadowed your life in the past, You will meet her, I know, some to morrow — She visits all hearthstones at last. To hovel, and cottage, and palace. To servant and king she appears, And offers the gall of her chalice— The unwelcome Lady of Tears. To the eyes that have stniled but in glad ness, To the souls that hava basked in tha sun, She seems in her garments of sadness A creature to dread and to shuu. And lips that have drank but of pleasure Grow pallid and tremble with fears, As she portions the gall from her measure, The merciless Lady of Tears. j3ut in midnight, lone hearts that are break ms. With the agonized numbness of grief, Are saved from the torture of breaking, Bv her bitter sweet draught of relief. Oh, then do all graces enfold her; Like a goddess she looks and appears, And the eyes overflow that behold her— The beautiful Lady of Tears. —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. bEHVEHEDFROMEVIL BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES. J). ) 1 1 8 supper ready, % v x v Naomi?" » 1 "No, it ain't!" I David Pole had !• "\ ) ' brought with him a breath of the it I outside air ' —b-C/ \ ' nto t ' ie rooul A / where his sister I J/ was ironing. The SySJ IcSuL/V V young people were jK alike—tall, welt f - . .■■■ swarthy complcxioned, with regular features, and large, gipsy-black eyes, where the jetty lights seemed to swim at every breath. A very old woman, cowering over the stove, had the same strange eyes, al though her hair, under its close-frilled cap, was bleached snow white, and her skin was the color of old parchment. "What ye got?" the crone demanded, .".s young Pole flung a bunch of birds on (lie table. "Something for breakfast, granny," said he. "I've been hunting in Callet Woods. Not much luck, though. I say, Xaomi, I wish you'd hurry up supper." "What for? It ain't supper time yet, and I've got ail the towels to do yet." "Oh, bother the towels! I want to go over to Skene's Corners to night and see Miss Stuart's new piano." "Humph 1" Naomi ironed away with redoubled zeal. "Miss Stuart's new piano, indeed! I wish Miss Stuart was further, and her new piano, too! But you're like all the rest, Dave—a new face turns your head. Hessie Holt and her poor little parlor organ ain't much ac count now." "Eh? What ye talkin''bout. Who's Miss Stuart ? Is Hessie Holt's organ out o' tune ag'in?" crooned out the old woman by the fire. "Granny don't know," said Naomi. "I guess she's the only one that don't. Miss Stuart, granny? Why, she's the latest fashion at Skene s Corucrs. She's the new schoolma'am. Ask our Dave if you want to know all about her. Ask any of the young fellers! ' "Ask John Classou!" added David, angrily. "Naomi's jealous—that's what nils Naomi." Naomi compressed her full red lips and ironed resolutely on. The old grandmother fell into a sort of doze and nodded over the stove. David Polo took the lantern down from its nail against the chimney-piece. "If 1 can't get my supper here," said he, "I'll get it over to Classon's. I'll look arter the cattle first." "You'll get it here if you wait till supper time!" sharply spoke Naomi. "I don't choose to wait." "Then don't." David Pole bit his lip. "An' I'll take care to let John Clas son know what a sweet tempered sister I've got," said he. "John Classon nothing to me," re torted Naomi. "And never will be, I guess." Naomi uttered a vexed exclamation— her over-heated iron had left its triangu. lnr impress on a fringed, red-bordered towel. "Sometliin's burnin'!" squeaked granny, starting from her doze. And in a moment David was gone. "He can do us lie pleases," thought Naomi, vindictively. "Ther's nothing but cold pork and pickled beets lor supp«r, anyhow. Perhaps they'll have something better at Classon's. Mirandy's a good cook." She put the tea steeping in a little earthenware pot; she took the irons oil the stove, put away the clothes horse, and began, in a spiritless way, to set the table for the evening meal. The clock bad just struck six, and granny was stirring the homely brown sugar into her first cup of tea, when a gentle knock sounded on the warped juuel of the outside door. Naomi rose to answer the summons- LAPOETE, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 15, 1892. A beautiful young woman, with red gold hair, large light-blue eyes and a complexion as delicate as a roscleaf, stood there, wrapped in a scarlet aud black plaid shawl. "Miss Pole?" she said, hesitatingly. Naomi inclined her head stiflly. "Yes," said she, "that is my name." "I am Eda Stuart." Again Naomi bowed frigidly. "And," hesitated tho new school teacher, with a smile that might have melted the earthen ware Chinaman on the lid of granny s teapot, but which produced 110 sort of effect on Naomi Pole, "I've started out to visit a sick pupil—Louisa Ledyard—and I'm afraid I've lost my way. I hadn't any idea it would grow dark so soon, and I must be back by seven o'clock, for I expect some friends to try a new . piano that I have had sent me from Boston. Your brother has half promised to come. Miss Pole. Won't you accompany him?" "David isn't at home," said Naomi, with a sidewise glance at the road down whi :h her brother had strode some ago. "And I don't care nothin'about pianoj." Miss Stuart colored, aud shrank back. She felt as if this hard, handsome bru nette had slapped her in the face. "Perhaps, then," said she, "you can tell me the nearest way home. It's quite dark, you see, and," brushing some white, needle-like particles out of her face, "it's beginning to snow." "Keep right along the path till you come to the old stone tavern," said Naomi, indifferently. "Then turn to the right, and it ain't more'u half j mile, or maybe three-quarters!" The bright-tressed girl still lingered on the doorstep. "I am not very well acquainted with the roads around here," said she. "If you could send a boy to show me?" "We don't keep 110 boy," said Naomi. "And we've no one to send." Again Miss Stuart recoiled. "Good-evening!" she said, gently. "Good-evening!" And Naomi banged the door shut. As she sat eating her supper,and help ing granny to fresh supplies of home made bread and butter,a sudden thought darted into her mind. Iu giving Miss Stuart the directions for finding her way back to Skene's Corners, she bad forgotten the young stranger's total ignorance of the neigh borhood characteristics. It was true that the regular road branched off to the right of the runjpd pile which had once been an old stone tavern; but there were was also a dis used thoroughfare which led through a dismal swamp, towerd a long abandoned stone quarry, across a rotten corduroy road, which had nearly sunk into one of these frightful, quaking bogs which sometimes appear in dense and swampy woods. To one unaccustomed to the local topography, it might be prtilously easy to stray oil into the weed-grown and de serted track, especially when everything was whitened with fast falling snow. Naomi sprang up and went to the door. She looked out, with one hand held above her her eyes. "Am I losing my wits?" she thought. "Of course I cannot see half a dozen rods down the road; It's dark as pitch, and snowing into the bargain. Let her go her own gait! I ain't responsible!" A sudden light blazed in her eyes, as if Satan's self had flashed a lurid bomb shell across her soul. John Classon, her own ' 'steady company," had been dazzled —at least so spoke the tongue of popular rumor—by the glitter of Eda Stuart's sea-blue eyes. She, the late belle of Skene's Corners,was quite out of fashion now! Eda had danced every dance at Squire Marbury's corn-husking,and Naomi had sat by among the wall-flowers,her heart swelling with secret anger. Though Naomi hated the beautiful blonde, she rose up again and reached down the lantern that David had re placed on its hook by the kitchen chim ney. "Granny," said sho to the dozing old woman, "I'm going out a few minute':." "Eh? AVhat?" shrilly questioned granny. "Be you a-goin' to see the new forte-piauny? B you bewitched arter the new schoolma'am, too?" Naomi made no reply. She lighted the lantern, bundled a shawl around her head, and rushed out- into the frozen darkness. It was snowing hard now; the wind rustled the pine trees with a mournful sound, and had nearly blown out the faint beacon of Naomi's lantern until she sheltered it with her shawl. She gained some distance by climbing nimbly over a stone wall and traversing a stubbly meadow, instead of following the windings of the road, and presautly arrived, pauting for breath,at the ruiued stone tavern. She held the lantern high above her head and looked around. Noboily was visible. She called aloud, "Miss Stuart! Miss Stuart!" No answer came. For one second she hesitated; then, changing the lantern from one hand to the other, she stasted on a run down the disused track until she came to the spot where here and there a partially sub merged log betokened the former traces of the corduroy road. Was that something white that moved against the dazzling whiteness of the storm? Once more Naomi called: "Miss Stuart! Miss Stuart!" "Oh, is that you? Do come here and help me!" a terrified voice answered. "I stepped on a broken log, and I think the around must be swampy here, the log seems to be sinking in. But I've got tight hold of a young birch tree " Naomi sprang to the rescue. Eda had already set her feet upon the doomed spot. In another moment the rescuer would have been too late! With a strength at which she herself aftorward marveled, Naomi seized Eda around the waist and lifted her out of the morass. •'Do you know," she gasped, "that you have been standing face to face with death? Do you know that you have wandered out of the road into the Shak ing Bogs?" Eda's face, in the glimmer of the lamp light, was very white. "And you have saved me I" she ex claimed. "Oh, how can I ever find words to thank you?" "Never mind that now," said Naomi, in the old, brusque way. "Let us make haste back to Skene's Corners. It's snowing faster every moment, and your feet are wet in that awful morass. Look. Here's where you missed the right road. Of course you couldn't be expected to know that this old track was closed up long ago, and I didn't remember to tell you. There are the lights of Skene's Corners now. Can you see them glisten ing through the snow flurries?" "But you are coming with me?" "No. I must hurry back to granny. But"—she hesitated and flushed deeply "you will kiss me just once to—show —that—we are friends?" By way of answer, Eda flung both tier arms around Naomi Pole's neck aud showered a score of fragrant kisses on her cheeks, lips and brow. "Friends," she cried, passionately, "forever!" * * * "It's high time you were here, Naomi," petulantly uttered old Granny Pole, "when here has John Classon been a settin' half an hour before the fire, waitin' for you to come back!" I John Classon colored a little as he held out his broad, sunbrowued band to Naomi. | "You see," said he, "Dave came over 1 to our house to see my Cousin Hessie, I and—and I thought it would bo a good ; chance to tell you what I've wanted to ! tell you so long. Can't you guess what it is, Naomi?" It was late when Dave came home. Grandma Pole had long been abed and asleep, but Naomi sat before the dying fire, thinking, j "Hullo, Naomi! you up?" was Dave's off-hand grcctiui. "I've got tot you. I've engaged myselt to Hessie j Holt, and if the crops turn out good I next year, my wife shall have as good a j piano as Miss Edith Stuart!" j Naomi held out her hand; the limpid i black deeps sparkled in her eyes. "I'm awful glad, Dave," said she. j "I'm sorry I was so cross with you to night; but my heart was so sore. I j thought Miss Stuart had charmed John Classon's love away." "And hadn't she?" "He has never thought twice of her, Dave," spoke up the exultant girl. "He cared for me, and me ouly, and to-night he asked me to be his wife." The brother and sister talked iate and lovingly together, while the clock ticked behiud its screen of asparagus and the snow built up feathery barricades against the outside of the window panes; and when Niosini laid her head on the pillow her last thought was that of gratitude that she had listened to the trumpet call of conscience and hastened to Edna Stuart's rescue. "For after all," pondered Naomi, "she was no rival of inine, and—and I think it's likely I shall be married before shft is." And as she repeated her prayers, one phrase lingered sweetly in her drifting dreams: "Lead vis not into temptation, but deliver us from evil!"— Saturday Night. Fox Terriers Guanl the Elephants. The visitors to the Central Park menagerie in New York City, often won der why fox terriers are always to be found iu the enclosures with the ele phants. It is simply because if they were not there the rats, which are many and large, would eat off the feet of the elephants. The elephants are chained, and when they lie down they can't keep the rascally rodents from guawing their feet. So a fox terrier is kept in with them wlose business it is to see that the rats are kept away, and to kill as many as possible. The eltphants appreciate the dog, too. And lately the rats have begun to gnaw holes in the thick,hide of the rhinoceros. So a terrier was placed ill with this beast, and in one night killed twenty-seven rats. Rats, by the way, are one of the greatest pests which the keepers have to light.—Boston Transcript. Plants Llviu? Without Earth or Water A nunibri of plants have the singular power of living a long time without water, and without any connection with the earth. Dr. Torrey found a root with some signs of life in a herbarium long after it was collected,and hence we have Lewisia rediviva. The Rose of Jericho is a plant uot distantly related to the wild carrot, which draws itself out of the ground and rolls into a ball, driven by the winds and then spreads,roots and grows under the first rainfall. In Mex ico, Arizona and Texas, is a club moss which ui«<> dries into a ball, and is sold in curio stores as the "Resurrection plsnt." It develops in earth or water after • six months' drying, just as well as if nothing had happened.— New York Independent. Terms—Sl.2s in Advaaee; $1.50 after Three Meslh• SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL Thunderstorms occur most frequently •t sunset. Harvard Observatory has photographed the new star near Chi Aurigae, recently discovered in Scotland. Chronographs are now being mads that are capable of measuring to the ten thousandth part of an inch. Careful investigations show that in ordinary flames charged with common salt the yellowness is due to too free me tallic sodium and not to the undecom. posed molecules of chloride of sodium. Between forty and fifty species of bac teria have been found in normal milk and cream. This large number is due to the fact that milk is apt to collect any species of bacteria that inav be floating in th« air. Cyclones originate in the Tropics, and are chiefly found in five localities: The West Indies, Bengal Bay and the Chinese coast, north of the equator, and in the South Indian Ocean off Madagascar, and ths South Pacific, near Sam«a. A Frenchman has perfected an inven tion by which managers of theatres can ascertain on first nights—in a practical manner—the feelings of the public. The contrivance is an automatic appla.ider, set in motion f>y a five-centime piece. A special train of five cars, constructed cutircly of steel, is on exhibition at the Chicago & Northern Pacific station in Chicago, 111. It is claimed tint the cars neither cost nor weigh more thau the old style, while being practically indestructible by fire or in a wreck. A professional nurse in Frankfort, Germany, who allowed a 9urgeon to cut away a piece of her arm to place in an open wound on the body of a wealthy patient, is suing the surgeon for dam ages on the ground that he took too much from her arm in the operation. A recent series of elaborate tests made of the dust in various portions of the streets of Naples, Italy, show that the sections of the city which are the clean est are the healthiest; and by the mere inspection of the dust the decree of ill ness pertaining to each locality could be readily determined. From many experiments made on the condensation of steam inwrought-iron pipes when exposed to the open air, it 19 found that one pound and six ounces of steam per square foot ot pipe's surface is condensed per hour when the difference in tomperntura between the steam and air is 200 degrees. Professor Duner, of Germany, has dis covered that the revolution of the sun as shown by the movement at its equator is once for twenty-five days and twelve hours of our time, while at or near its poles the revolution may be only once in forty-six of our days. This would only be possible with a movable and gaseous surface like that of the sun. For Patty and Polly. When Washington returned to Phila delphia after his trip to the East, in 1789, he stopped at Uxbridge, Mass., and was entertained at the home of Sam uel Taft. The old homestead, with the great oak before the door, lemains yet in possession of the family, preserved in commemoration of the distinguished vis itor. Washington was so well pleased with his reception and entertainment, at Ux bridge that he wrote the following letter to Mr. Taft, which is carefully preserved in the family. "HARTFORD, NOV. 8, 1799. '•SIR: Being informed that vou have given my name to one of your sons, ami (ailed another after Mrs. Washington's fam ily (Dandridge), and being, moreover, very much pleased with the modest and innossnt looks of your two daughters, Patty an I I'olly, Ido for these reasons send oaeh of these girls a piece of chintz; an 1 to Patty, who bears the name of Mrs. Washington, and who waited upon us more than Polly did, I send live guineas, with which she may buy herself any little ornaments she may want, or she may dispose of them in any other way more agreeable to herself. "As I do not give these things with a view to have it talked of, or even of its baing known, the less there is said about the mat ter the better you will please me; but that I may be sure the chintz and money have got safe to hand, let Patty, who, I dare say, is equal to it, write me a line, informing me thereof, directed 'To the President ot the United States, at New York.' I wish you and your family well, and am, your humble servant, G. WASHINGTON." Something About Cocoa. All over the civilized world people drink cocoa, and yet few, I venture to say, writes Fannie B. Ward, know how it is made. On a scraggly bush that looks like underbrush the long bean-like green pods grow that contain the "nibs" from which cocoa is made. These kernels resemble in size and general appearance the kernel of an almond. They are first spread out in the sun to dry, where they arc raked over and over by barefooted colored girls that walk over them with utter disregard to their future use as a beverage on an English or American breakfast tabic. After it is well sun dried it is put up by the buskel iu coffee bags and shipped all over the world. The after process of making it palatable con sists merely in scorching it brown in an oven, grinding it and mixing it with some substance that will allow it to bo worked into sakes suitable for sale ia the markets, but the famous brands one buy 3 in American groceries are no better than the beverage made by grinding the dry and scorched nut between two stones in a West India mountain side camp and boiling it in goat's milfc. Skeptical cooks may doubt this, but the "proof of the pudding is in the eating." NO. 27. A MORNING SUMMONS. Upon the outer verge of sleep I heard A little sparrow piping in the morn; Unto my very heart the sound wasborM( It seemed to me a something more thaa bird, Even Nature's self that touched me with • word: "While thou sleep'st on, X have not done my duty. Awake, oh man I Of all this gift of beauty Lose not one grain. The forest deeps are stirred With morning, and the brooks are loud allow." Perhaps it was a dream, but this X know, Behind me, as I passed into the sun, Whether to me or each one to his mate, I heard the little sparrows one by one Piping in triumph at my garden gate. —Arcli.Lampman.in Youth's Companion. HUMOR OF THE DAT. Well-worn—The old oaken bucket. The most remarkable man of his age —Methuselah. —Li fe. How little and dried-lip the cheese ap pears to the rat after he is caught in the trap.—New York Herald. A man never forgives until he has had a chance to get even and has improved the chance.-—Atchison Globe. When you open a window on the rail way train the first thing to cat ;h your eye is a cinder.—Boston Bulletin. You can't punish a man for his evil in tentions, and he often gets himself into a mess through his good ones.—Puck. Little drops of water. Little globes of grease, Make the soup we pay for At fifty cents apiece. We never realize the value of a jewel until we try to pawn it. Come to think of it, we don't then.—lndianapolis Journal. A dentist ia a Western city is named Leggo. As a usual thing, however, he will not do so until it is out.—Texas Sittings. It is the man at the "little end of the horn" who does the work that blares out elsewhere to the admiration of the crowd.—Puck. The man who has one of those calendars with a leaf to tear off every day has one thing to live for anyway.— Somerville Journal. Weary Watkins—"lf you had a hun dred-dollar bill what would you get first?" Hungry Higgins—"Arrested, I guess."—lndianapolis Journal. I love to sit upon the fence And whittle it all day; Because it is my neighbor's fence. And he has gone away. —Puck. A misanthropist once said to Dr. Jobart, "Never believe more than one half of what people tell you." "Yes," Jobert replied, "but which half?''— Soir. The woman who sent her color blind husband out to match some cloth, just fainted in an ecstasy of happiness at the hint his labors gave her for a combina tion suit. Wooden—"So Spender is dead. I wonder if ho left his wife anything?'' Bultinch—"Oh, yes; a great plenty." Wooden—"Why, what?" Bulfinch— "Nine children."—Boston Courier. Bunting—"l saw a sight to-day which did my heart good." Larkin—"What was it?" Bunting—"A plumber get ting a prescription compounded at a retail drug store."—Seattle Soundiugs. Gussic—"Don't you think The Man Without a Country' is just as sad as it can be ?" Tessie—"Ye-es; it's very sad indeed. But I think the country with out a man would be a good deal sa lder; don't you V—Boston Post. "You must give up that horrible gum,'' said he, "Because, it you don't, you mayn't marry me." Then the crystal tears gathered in her bright eyes of blue. And she sobbed, "I shall marry no man but chew." lndianapolis Journal. She—"l don't see how you can love me any longer. You are the most de voted husband in the world." He— "Well, my dear, why should't I be ?" She—"Because I disgrace you every time Igo out wearing such au old hat." (Sequel—a new hat, of course.) —BulFalo Express. "Never tell me again," said a gentle man with a swollen lower jaw yesterday afternoon, "that a woman can't drive a nail." "What do you know about it ?" inquired an inquisitive friend. "1 had a tooth filled this afternoon and my den tist has a girl to wield the mallet. Great buzz-saws! She could drive spikes into an iron-clad."—Chicago News. Tramp—"Please give me something to cat? I've not had a warm mouthful in a week." Mr. Manhattan—"l'll give you a ticket and you can get a plats of nice hot soup." "Hot soup !" he howled. "Haven't you got anything else? This makes the fifth plate of hot soup I've had in the last hour. It's not healthy to put so much soup into an empty stom ach."—Texas Sittings. ,'Now, there is a story I don't believe," said Colonel Ycrger as he laid aside an ex change. "What story is that, Colonel ?" asked Gus de Smith. "Why, the papei says that Cotopaxi can sometimes bo heard . r >0(l miles." "You don't believe it ?" "Of course I don't believe it. I'll bet there isn't a singer iu the world that can be heard half that far." "ButCota* paxi if a volcano, Colonel." "Is it ? I thought i." was one of those Italiac fal lows that «j,> about with Patti."—Xex«* Bif tinge.
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