SULLIVAN ,SSk REPUBLICAN. W. M, CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. X. Two-fifths of the companies started au nually in England are said to fail. It is said that in no three cities in the world havo greater advance in sanitation been made during the last twenty years than in Bombay, Madras and Calcutta In India. If you wish to increase your chancel of life, marry, admouishes the New York Journal, for, as a rule, married men live longer than bachelors; yet out of every thousand persons in England moro than six hundred are unmarried. Execution by electricity appears to tho San Francisco Chronicle to havo b?en reduced to a science in New York, for two murderers have been put to death in the chair with no evidence of suffering. This new process is as instantaneous as that by the guillotine and far less ghastly. British Columbia is divided into two distinct agricultural parts by tho mount ains which form tho coast range. The coast region has a mild equable climate, while the interior has a climate of ex tremes, the southern pait being very dry and needing irrigation. Cultivation, as a rule, is restricted to the valleys. Attention is called by the press to the rapidity of the changes made in the army by the present German Emperor. Since his accession to the throne eleven generals have been retired. The Prus sian army consequently, adds the New Orleans Picayune, i3 now commanded by men as inexperienced as is the E nperor himself. Washington City contains in its streets and squares over seventy thousand trees, although the work of systematic plant ing was not begun until 1892. There are 330 little parks at the intersections of the streets and avenues, besides the great consolidated Government reserva tion extending westward from the Capi tol to the Washington Monument, two miles away. About $75,000 annually is expended by tiic Government and the District of Columbia iu planting aud earring for trees. The Boston Transcript is convinced that the mere possession of money con fers little pleasure, except upon mere misers, and they are few. William 11. Vanderbilt was worth about 500 tons of solid gold when ho died—more thau would have accumulated if all of his an cestors in a direct line had received sal aries of $30,000 a year ever since the coming of Adam, aud had saved it all. But he never handled the money. He never was in its presence in his life, lie never saw more than a tenth part of the interest. It gave him little pleasure. He dressed no better thau his clerk, and ate less than his coachman. He drank chiefly niilk. He slept in only one bed. Envy and ignorance raised an army of enemies about him. The public press abused and villitied him. He was a vic tim of indigestion. He was in constant peril of apoplexy. He couldn't walk in the park without being assailed or in sulted by socialistic philosophers. An enormous fortune is a very heavy burden to carry, and brings aunoyauces from which there is no protection. In ramie a Louisiana writer sees a plant which, if a machine to decortic ite it can be invented, will become the most valuable fibre for manufacturing pur poses in tho world. "I do not say," he observes, "that it will supersede cotton, for the cheapness of the latter and the high price of the former will, for quite a while, prevent this. But the enor mous profits to be made in raising it, if the proper decorticator can be found, will induce almost everybody to plant it. This great increase of product will alti mately cheapen its price, and the with drawal of many planters of cotton will tend to help the price of that article. Flax will be almost a thing of the past, for it has all the merits of that fibre, and utterly transcends its best features. I take it that the silk industry will have such a blow struck it as will nearly par alyze it. Every one who has ever seen ramie or worn it falls in love with the fabric. It is as cool as linen, soft as silk, tar more durable thau either, tensile power far greater, and has a lustre, with an iridescence suggested of tho opal. For summer wear, either extcrr.al or for underclothing, it would certainly dis tance all competitors at the South aud in all warm countries. It would pass into table-linen, napkins, towels, etc. It* uses in cordage of all sorts would ensue just as soon as prices should justify. Its power to resist strain and breakage is almost incredible. I havo tried in vaiu to suap au untwisted piece pulled two days ago, not over the sixteenth part of an inch in diameter. What cables it would make! A hawser, with good anchorage, would hold a ship to her moorings in any storm." Colonel G. A. Breaux of Lafayette, La., is growing sev eral acres of ramie. It is said to be a beautiful piaut. A SONO IN THE NIGHT. Yesterday's sunshine Was go bright! Yesterday's bordons Were so light) Yesterday's hand-clasps Were so sweet I Yesterday's hours Were so fleet I Well-a-Jay I Yesterday drops her rosa Petal by petal, and softly goes Back to the bosom of Gol's repose. —lsrael Jordan, in Youth's Companion. BRIER ROSE. HE Weeping Wil . 9~i-- l° w telegraph office prairie. Up and fsaSafflfe down before it. like shining ribbons, lay the railroad tracks, n.\ converging mys- CW® 1 ' ~ v teriously until dis tance blended them into one. Back of it flared the wide main street, with stores and cottages indiscriminately mingled, which marks the disconsolate prairie town. Beyond, inclosed by a white picket fence, strangled the deso late graveyard. The ouly thing in plenty which nature supplied was room. There was an abundance of space. It was quite a walk to cross the street. Neighbor*' houses stood aloof. Nobody was crowded, even iu the graveyard. The telegraph operator, satiated with landscape, leaned back, stretched him self prodigiously, yawned audibly aud collapsed in his chair, which creaked ia vexed remonstrance. He tossed a re mark over his shoulder, "So this is what you are yearnin' for, Dave?" I)ave took his cane, and, limping to the door, viewed the inertness in silence. Then he roused himself aud said cheerfully: ''A telegraph operator is all I'm good fur since I got hurt." "Seems like the com'ny might liavo done more for you when you got smashed up in their own accident. 'Twouldn't have hurt 'em none to keep you as a conductor," grumbled his friend. Suddenly the afternoon stillness was broken by excited voices aud the sharp baking and yapping of dogs. Joe brought his feet to the floor in a hurry. ''l can't leave the machine, Dave. Go and see what the rumpus is about. I bet Brier Rose is up to somethin.' It takes that there girl to stir up the boys. No, Foxy," he said to his terrier, who was whirling around in an testacy of anticipation, "you stay here. If Brier Rose is at the bottom of it, a little feller like you might get lost in the shutlic." , Dave obediently limped up the street, where, in the midst of a crowd of rough men, stood a girl holding some little animal high above her head, while the dogs leaped and snapped around her. The yirl, with scarlet cheeks, begged and scolded and threatened them all to their infinite amusement. "Cell otl your dawg, Jim," the said fiercely to the owner of the largest, whose leaps sometimes almost reached the quivering little object in her hands. "Throw down the beast an' 1 will," he answered. "If that there dawg gives another jump, I'll pi/en him before sunup," she srid, slowly.' Jim made a lunge for the dog, and sat on him to keep him down, while the crowd hooted in derision of his obedi ence. "What's all this," cried Dave, com ing up aud pushing his way through their midst. "Brier Hose is being held up!" cried a voice. The crowd yelled with delight. The girl's whole face became white with as she singled out the speaker. "You'll pay for that, Ben Miles, as you've paid before," she said. "Call of those brutes," cried Dave, rapping the nearest dog with his caue. "For shame, to tease a woman I" "Look a hyer, stranger,'' said a young giant, menacingly. He towered above Dave, who stood his ground. "I'm lame and no account in a fight," said Dave; "but half a man ain't going to see a woman tormented." "Who in thunder—" began his threatener; but Ben Miles laid a hand on bis arm. "Hold on, Jim," he said; "that there's Dave Comstock, conductor of the smashed up No. 7." "Not the feller that got hurt savin' the baby?" "The same." "Sho, stranger!" said the mollified Jim. "You're welcome to interlere. Give us yer hand. We wouldn't hurt her fer nothin'. Bless my stars! Brier Rose can take care of herself better'n most men." The dogs wero all held now, and the girl put her tired urms down. She looked curiously at the man, whose brave story she knew by heart, as she heard him defend her. To be sure, she had been defended be fore; there was hardly a man who would not have risked his life to save hers, but they teased her unmercifully when they got the cbsnce. Dave's in terference was on a new line. She did not quite understand it, but it appealed to her at once. When Dave went back to the station to tell Joe, the latter roared with de light. "Just like lier! Exzattly like her!" he cried, slapping his leg so inhumanly that his lame friend winced f or him. "Who is Brier Rose?" he repeated, in answer to Dave's question. "You don't know much if you don't know old Bryan's daughter. She's the best known girl from Horseshoe Gap to Powder Crik. Old Bryan's been engineer on the road ever since the track was laid. All eyes she [was then, as she is now. What wasn't eyes was temper. Same now, savin' that now she bosses the boys in addition to «ld Bryan. She can run LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 23, 1892. an engine with the best of 'em. Bryan's taught her all the tricks, and ho thinks the sun rises and sets for just her." "Strange she would defend a gopher, when she's so hard on tho boys," ob served Dave. "That's just it. That's Brier Rose ! She's got more tame pets; she's friend lier with every beast in Weepin' Wilier than with any of the boys. She ain't even got a head fur anybody but old Bryan; you notice I make no mention of heart concernin' Brier Rose; I don't keer to talk of what she ain't got—and iust now she's-specially bewitched about him. After keepin* straight for forty years he's taken to drink. The girl knows he'll lose his job if the company gets wind of it, and she watches him like a hawk." "What's Bryan's Run?" "Horseshoe to Powder Crik. She knows every inch of track and siding. And I wish you could sec her handle the critter. She knows all Bryan does, and she's a heap sight quicker calc'latin' than the old man. It's wuth whilo to see her oil and clean tho machine. She goes over it spry as a kithen." "She's handsome," said Dave, sim ply. "Humph! Handsome is as handsome does," observed Joe, grumpily. "She is cold as ice and hard as a rock. It's my belief that she ain't got no heart samo as other wiuimin. And sassy? Lor' 1" In spite of what he hid heard, or per haps, because of what he has heard, all things, even the melancholy town itself, grew rose colored to Dave's sunny eyes. With his unfailing cheerfulness he waited hopefully for news of his ap pointment at Red Valley, aud hovered, as if fascinated, around engine No. 44. Neither tho boys nor old Bryan were slow to notice this, tho latter having ac cepted such attentions periodically lrosn all the young men. It was so inevitable a proceeding that up to the time of the Middletou's dance they paid no attention to it. But that night something extraordin ary occurred. The next day, as Brier Rose rode down the street on her hardy little pony, the boys gathered around her eagerly, not withstanding tho fact that sho had a stout little whip in her hand. They had something new aud strange to tease her about. "Brier Rose," called out Jim, as she drew rein, "you dou't care nothin' about daucin', do you?" "You'd ruthcr set all tho evenin', would'nt you, now?" "D'you like the uams o' Dave, or do you reckon you'd rather have Corn stock?" Rose looked from ono to tho other as the bottled-up taunts foil rapidly upon her ears, her cheeks and lips growing scarlet. For once her ready tongue failed her. Small need to ask them what they meant. Too well she knew. But was her subjugation apparent in such a trifle? And so &oon? And Davo as yet had said nothing. Emboldeued by her silence they went further. "What docs he say about it?" The shamed crimson leaped to her very temples and receded, leaviug her face pitifully white. Her wounded pride now pautoi for but one thing—a way out. Probably he knew it, too. She saw him coming down the street. "l)o you love him? Say, Brier Rose, do you love Dave?" cried the one furth est from her whip. Her courage came back at Dave's ap proach, and the spell of her unwonted silence was broken. "Do I love him?" sho cried, looking him fairly in the face. "I come nearer to hatin' him!" Sho turned her horse sharply, and the blows the boys had expected fell on her fiery little pony. He craned his neck and went up the street on a dead run, but fast as Rose flew the grieved look in Dave Comstock's blue eyes kept pace with her. That night Joe fidgeted around, un able to decide whether or not he should speak to Dave about tho occurrence of the afternoon. Dave's genial smile aud cheery hopefulness wero gone. He sat with his face buried in his folded arms. Joe coughed eoisily and said nothing. Dave looked down at his poor maimed foot. "Joe, do you know that little bo by I saved from the wreck had brown eyes like Brier Rose? I remember the baby smiled when I held it out to tho men. You know my foot was caught and I couldn't move. I've never seen Briar Rose smile at mo that way. If I had saved her perhaps she would. Do you think so, Joe?" At home, Rose was thinking of the story of Dave's bravery in the wrecked train, of the lives he had saved, of his defense of her. And to-day in return sho had mocked him. Aye, if the look he gave her spoke truly, she had cut him to tho heart. Tears—tears iu tho eyes of Brier Rose! The position of telegraph operator at Red Valley was given to Dave Comstock. The afternoon lreight, heavily loaded, had just pulled clumsily out of tho Weeping Willow station, with Dave on the rear platform of the way car. The 44, having come down on the rear of the freight as second engine, now stood on the siding, waiting togo back to Horseshoo for the midnight express. Old Bryan was up in a crowd of meu in front of the postoflice. Brier Rose watched him anxiously. As long as he kept away lrom tho Owl she felt easy. Ho knew she was watching him. He also knew that she would not hesitate to come after him if the Owl proved too strong au attraction. Therefore lie kept away. She trod fearlessly along the side of the boiler, rubbing the hand rail with a black oil sodden cloth. She touched the ongine as if she loved it. Every part of it shone like the sun. Every valve worked with precision. Every screw was secure. Joe laughed to see her fliu.; a shovelful of coal into the furnace lik<: a born fireman. His own machine called his attention from the 44. Then Rose heard him cry out, and, springing down, she rushed into the station. "A runaway engine coming this way 1" he said hoarsely. "Spite work of a dis charged engineer. No one on her—going twenty-five miles an single track —Dave's train only going fifteen—the 44 and that oro car on tho only siding between here and Red Valley. My God!" "Where is it?" cried Brier Rose. "It broke away from Horseshoe Gap. Message is from Prairie City. It's already passed Prairie City, headed straight for here. It's bound to catch Davo before his train gets to Red Valley." Rose turned white to her very lips. Shu covered her face with her brown hands. Only for a moment, though. Then she flung back her head and looked Joe full in tho face. "I can save him?" she cried. Sllfe sprang for her engine and climbed into the caD. "Rose! Roso!" roared Joe in dismay. Rose turned her white face towards him imploricgly. "Be at the switch, Joe, and listen for my signals, as you value Davo's life!" she cried. Then she pulled the throttlo valve out to its full extent. The engine shivered all over, and at fifty-two miles an hour the 44, drivon by Brier Rose, leaped down the tra<Sk to meet the runaway. There was not a moment to lose. A certain number of miles lessening every moment, lay between the lumbering freight, with Dave on board, and the cruel, senseless runaway engine. Be tween them was Brier Rose, with j'ist a chance of safety. She knew that a loosened rail or any obstruction would hurl her to her doom, and stiil not avert disaster from Dave. Tho whistle of the 44 shrilled out a un earthly screech continually to warn even the birds from fluttering too near the messenger of life. The engine rocked from side to side at the dizzy rate of speed. For the first time the odor of hot oil made R«a feel faint. She hung half out of the cab window panting for breath and her hands clinging crazily to the window for support. Suddenly she saw smoke in the dis tance. Larger and larger grew tho black speck on tho track. Faster and faster flew the 44 to meet it. Nearer and nearer came the runaway. When she could plainly see the shapo of the approaching engine she closed tho throt tle with a rush that undo the 44 tremble She reversed her eugine, and at little less than twenty-five miles au hour be gan runniug away from the ruuaway. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, it gained on her brave engiue. A horrible fear took possession of her that it was coming too slowly, and that they both would reach Dave's train before she stopped the ruuaway. She changed the speed and let the engine gain on her faster. "I can signal for tho siding if I fail," thought Brier Rose. "Joe will obey my signal." But she shuddered. In sight of Weeping Willow at last. The 44 whistled frantically. Rose sig naled for a clear track, and only a train length apart tho 44 aud tho runa way flew past the little station platform, crowded with every man, woman and child iu town. Joe understood her plan now. Ho bounded into the station, frenzied with excitement, telegraphed to Red Valley what Brier Rose was doing; theu, from sheer nervousness, he squeezed Foxy un til he yelped wildly. Out of sight of Weeping Willow and Dave's train in the distance, nearer and nearer came the runaway. The 44 snorted in defiance of being caught. Rose braced herself for tho shack. Crash! came the cowcatcher of the ruuaway into the unprotected rear of tho gallant 44. Rose had loosened her hold, and the con cussion flung her to the floor, with her soft cheek against the cab seat. Faint with her fall she gathered her self together and shut oil the steam. The with tho uoso of the ruuaway vic iously pushing the 44, Brier Rose crept like a cat over tho tender, down over tho trembling engine, and on her hands aud knees she crawled over to tho runaway, up along the boiler sido into the cab, and crashed the throttlo shut when the 44 was within a car's length of Dave's train. When she came to herself she was in tho Red Vfllley station. Dave was bend ing over her, and calling her name with trembling lips. Sho opened her eyes and smiled into his face. "Oh, Brier Rose, how could you do it?" he whispered with a shudder. "I did it for you, David—for you."— New York Press. An Unshorn Slioep. David L. Hadley, a well-to-do farmer living near Clarksville, Clinton County, Ohio, is tho possessor of a seven-year-old wether that is attracting wide-spread attention iu that and adjoining counties. For years Mr. Hailey has exercised 4 he greatest care in the raising of sheep, and as an experiment thought to permit the wool to grow upon one of his flock until it was absolutely necessary to re move it. The sheep selected was a three-quarter blooded Saxony and oue-fourth Spanish merino, says the Cinciunati Commercial Gazetto. For moro than seventy-three months this sheep lugged his increasing fleece and now he rewatds his owner with an eighteen inch growth. Ho cannot lie down on his side aud get up again, owing to the heaviness of the wool, but manages to rest in a squitting posture. In speaking of his prize, Mr. Iladley says: "My opinion is that a tine-woolcd sheep will never lose its wool, if kept in good living condition. I have let them run two or three years, and never had one to lose aay of its wool. I have watched this oue very closely, and he has not seemed to suffer from the heat any moro than those that were shea-ed, ind has never been housed one uight in bis life," THE AMERICAN ANTELOPE. FLEET-FOOTED GAME NOW AL MOST EXTINCT. Their Markings—Tho Family to Which'l'hcy Belong—Hunting the AntcloDO—Lonst-ltango Shooting. IT is a peculiarity of antelopes, es pecially as shown in their head quarters of South Africa, that they stand out conspicuously as connect ing links. They grade oil almost indis tinguishably into sheep, goats, deer and even the ox. Often in the hornless females dissection is necessary for dis tinction. The horns, which are always present in the male aud usually in the females, are round, without sharp edges, and though compressed are usually an nulatcd, while those of the goat and sheep havo abrupt edges and are usually grooved longitudinally. Those of all the bovines come out sideways and are cvlindric and smooth. Deer's horns are all rough, much branched, solid and deciduous. Antelopes arc like the sheep in the general presence of the gland be tween the hoofs and under the eye, and they are like the goats in tho prcsenco of horns in both sexes, which have no tendency to recurvo forward. They share with the deer tho tear pit and many other peculiarities of form and anatomy, whilo some arc like the ox in bulk and body. Our pronghorn, how ever, differs much from the Old World genera. With it the tear duct is absent, as in the goat; the horns are branched, as in the deer, and the accessory hoofs are wanting as in no other ruminant ex cept the giraffe. It lacks, also, certain groin glands found in tho African kind, and the British Eucycloped : a states that it drops the sheaths of its horns annually. I have beeu unable to find any American record of this fact. If the statement be true, it forra9, in this respect, a con necting link between tho hollow-horned and solid-horned ruminants not found elsewhere. The horns of our prongbuck arc apt to vary much with age-, the protuberance iu front bsing often wanting in the young, which would argue to some extent the annual shedding of the sheath. The eyes are bright and prominent, enabling it well to see its pursuers during flight and to keep a good lookout before. Iu tho adult, it makes no attempt at con cealment and from its enemy it expects nothing but a knowledge of his ap proach. Tho color of the pronghoru is generally a tawny brown, shadiugoff be low and backward into a light fawn color. Beneath it is white. While this would arguo a certain amount of color-protec tion when lying dowu, tho two trans verse white bars across the breast, aud the conspicuous whito disk around tho tail argue that on approach or flight no attempt at concealmeut is intended. The rear mark is claimed by Mr. Wallace, the great English naturalist, as an exam ple of a guiding mark specialized for the purpose of enabling the young and weak to follow better ia flight, but he leaves the purpose of the breast bars unex plained. In keeping with the theory, they may better enable the flock to reas semble, or the young to run to the mother as she returns to its hiding place, for, like other rumiuants, she often hides her young while she feeds. To a natur alist the marks would at once imply that the animal was a night feeder, or at least crepuscular—a fact borne out by actual knowledge. She kids are never spotted —not even at any stage before birth—a fact hinting no close relationship to the deer. The hair, resembling coarse rotted manila strands, is hollow like feathers, and crushes into fragments readily be tween the lingers. They stand out on end like bristles in a brush, varying in length from one inch on the sides to four to six inches on the ueck, where tlioy form a sort of maue, erected during anger or excitement. Tho antelope is about exterminated from the plains east of tho Rocky Mount ains now, where it recently rauged from Ceutral America to about latitude Sfty lliree decrees north. It migrates slightly north and south with the seasons. It was no uncommon thing as late as 'BO to 'B3 to see small herds fljeing from the trains as they crossed the plains, and very fair long-range hunting could be had theu. But now one must go higher up into the less frequontcd mountain parks, and even there they are getting scarce. From October to December is the season, with perhaps November as the favorite. Of course one takes a wagon or packs, but fair saddle horses arc a necessity, for the gamo is often found in rather inaccessible places. The cool nights will require all needful com forts for camping. While a sneaking stalk is the usual method of huuting, antelope have been killed on the plains by direct chase and a pistol shot, as Washington Irving killed his buffalo, but an unusual horse, of course, is re quired for this. For the distance of three or four miles, perhaps, no fleeter animal runs than our pronghorn, but if pushed to its utmost within this limit it soon shows signs of fagging. Coursing it down on the plains with greyhounds was once a favorite forra of capture. The best means of approach (uecessary in any form of hunting it) is by concealmeut iu draws or behind ridges. A good fleldglass is a great help. By noting at long range the direction they aro feeding, they may bo intercepted as they pass if the ground be favorable, but their senses are all so acute that every precaution must bo taken. The sound of horses' hoofs a mile or more away will often alarm them. In peeping over an eminence always remove the hat and if possible intrust this delicate mis sion to the fairhaired man of the party. By no means pass to the windard of them. Frequently long dctouis wiil have to be made afoot or on all fours even, so it is well to have a boy bring up the horses at a signal. The old method of decoying this game within close gunshot by means of its curiosity cannot now be depended on. They have had too much experience. It is ouly tho long range rifle that makes their capture now at all possible.—St. Louis Republic. Terms—sl.oo in Advance; 51.25 after Three Months. SCIENTIFIC ANi> INDUSTRIAL. The most costly of the metals ia didynium, which sells at $4500 a pound. A large vein of copper is said to have recentlv beeu uncovered near Stratford, Vt. Gold assaying as high as SIBOO a ton is said to have been found at Pitkin, Col. The moons of Mars are named Deimos and Phobos—after the war horses of the Greek god. In this country more deaths aro said to occur in December than at any other time of the year. The electric motor operates through the alternate magnetization aud demag netisation of a bar of soft iron. During tho influenza epidemic in Ger many the proportion of ozone in the air was found to be scarcely ten per cent, of the normal amount. The first electric light was the inven tion of Stalte & Petrie, in 1846, but scores of men have since made improvements and adapted it to popular use. A celebrated aeronaut asserts, after patient investigatiou, that the ninth day of the moon is the most rainy of the whole twenty-eight, and 4 o'clock in the afternoon the rainiest hour of tho day. Apoplexy needs medical treatment at once, but, until the physician arrives, elevate the head and shoulders. Use the fan freely to give plenty of air, and ap ply cold to the head by means of an iced bag. Tho best isinglass comes from Russia, where it is obtained from the sturgeon which inhabits the Caspian Sea and tho rivers which run into it. This fish often grows to tho length of twenty-five feet and from its air bladder the isinglass is prepared. The famous termites, commouly called "white ants," although they belong to the order of the dragon fly, infest Ceylon in countless swarms, devouring every thing eatable, and eveu gutting the tim bers of dwelling houses so that the lat ter are reduced to mere shells. In observations on "squinting," Dr. Stevens, an English oculist, has takeu over 2000 photographs of persons affect ed. Tho investigations demonstrate that certain well defined type 3 of facial expression are both associated with and dependent upon certain relative tensions of the muscles of the eyes. At one time it was held that there was a considerable difference in the height of the European seas so littlo removed lrom each other as the Atlantic and Mediterranean. Dr. Supan, however, shows this to bo based on errors in level ing; measurements made at thirty-eight stations from the Adriatic to the Baltic proving that iu most cases only a few centimetres of difference exist, so that for practical purposes it may bo taken that the sea level on all the coasU of Europe is the same. Killing Fish by Wholesale. Everybody passing over the Long Island City ferry at Thirty-fourth street must have noticed of lato the great num bers of apparently dead fish that float about on the surface of the river. Off Thirty-third street is a dredging float, and men are continually trying to blow up the rocks in the river bed with dyna mite. Every explosion kills or stuns all the fish in the river about the place for many hundred feet. A man watched the apparently dead fish the other day. He reached the pier at the foot of the street just before the men fired a blast. About a minute after the explosion the fish began to come up to the surface of the river. Thoy lay on their backs, ap parently dead. They floated about. After awhile some of them began to come around. About half of them came back to life. The others floated about until some men in boats went out aud gath ered them in. The men in the boats said that they went out after the fish after each explosion. Sometimes they col lected hundreds of fish. Some of the dead fish apparently had their skulls broken by the shock in tho water. Others w.ere merely stunned. The fish were good eating. Sometimes they would put the fish in buckets of water until they came back to life again, and that they would fire a torpedo off near the bucket and see the fish dive down into tho water and try in other ways to get out of the reach of the noise. They had watched some of the fish in the river come to after the explosion and make tracks to get out of the neighbor hood before a recurrence of the explo sion. Locusts Iu Morocco. i The Britijh consul at Mogador, Mo rocco, mentions, in his last report, that while on an excursion inland, about a day's journey from Mogador, ho met flights of locusts. He says it was an as tonishing and interesting though pain ful sight, the air being in some parts so thick with them that they formed a dense living brown fog, through which he could hardly find his way, while they so completely covered tho ground that the utmost caution was necessary in walking, as lie could not tell whether he was treading on soft sand, bard slippery rock or what. Many birds feasted on the insects, including large flights of gulls from the sea, and beasts ovidently enjoy their shsrc, for in tho middle of the densest swarm ho saw a fine red fox dancing about in the most frantic man ner, leaping up and snapping dozens of the locusts in the air, until, seeing the stranger, he suddenly dropped on all fours, and quickly vanished in the live fog. Not only did tho barbel get their share of tlio novel food (the consul used tho locusts success fully as bait for them), but some of tho fish of the Atlantic were found gorged with locusts which had been blown off the land by easterly winds. As usual, they were exteusively eaten by the native population. —Scientific American. The man who laughs boat does not always laugh loudest. NO. 50. A WOMAN'S HATE. "I hate you, I hate you P' the maiden laid, And her eyelids drooped and her face grew red, And she turned from her lover and hong her head. The flush crept up to her rich brown hatr. And she plucked to pieces a rosebud fair As she stole a glancj at her lover there. And he, these men are so full of guile: His eyes, a-glistening with mirth the while. Looked calmly ou, with a doubting smile. "I hate you, I hate youP' she said again. And she tapped her toe on the carpet then. As if each tap were a stab at men. Her lip was aqulver, her eyes in mist, Her cheek and throat, as the sun-gods kissed, Were bathed in the essence of amethyst. And then her love, with a startled look, Grew serious quite, and his face forsook The confident glow which it erstwhile took. \n<l "Oh, very well," as he rose togo; • i'i v4 ? it pleases you to have it so Why, so it shall be, as you doubtless know." He took one step, but a sudden turned— Oh, much the sweetest is bliss unearned— And looked in the tear-wet eyes that yearned. No word she spoke, but her arms entwined Around his neck. Oh, a woman's mind Is a puzzle, to which no key you'll find. Upon his shoulder she laid her head, And he kissed her cheek, which was still rose-red; "You know I hato you."' was all she said. —The Wasp. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Sailors prefer a lark on land to a night in gale on the sea.—The Jester. The calendar is a very good reminder that our days are numbered.—Puck. When the public has faith in a writer's name, it is a faith which must be backed up by good works.—Puck. Extreme of heat and cold produce like effects. When u mania "frozen out" he is apt to get red hot.—Life. "Well, I've sworn off my worst habit, William." "Which one?" responded William. —Chicago News Record. Why are girls so afraid W nen the lightnings are active? 'Tis because each dear maid Is aware she's attractive. —Judge. He—"No one can undersjaed 'what the wild waves are saying.' " She—"Of course not. The ocean is so very deep." —New York Ilerald. A West Philadelphia man wants to sell liis parrot, which he advertises as being "suitable for a deaf family."— Philadelphia Record. The coffee palaces of Melbourne, says an exchange, are the finest in the world. The grounds are probably likewise very fine.—Rochester Post. Our English language is full of eccen tricities. We wind up a watch to set it going. But we wind up a business con cern to stop it.—Lowell Courier. Brazenly she begs for kisses, Boldly makes arch eyes at me; Such a shameless minx as this is— My daughter, *etat three. —Chicago News Record. From time immemorial men have been held up for examples, and now and then they've been held up for what they had about their clothes.—Binghamton Leader. The fellow that's up with the times. And sees with a glass all things, Gets awfully left in the lurch By the circus that has three rings. —Jhicago Inter-Ocean. Twynn—"They say that Dingier hadn't a friend in the world." Triplett <'Xo wonder. lie went about reciting elocutionary selections at parlor enter tainments."—Detroit Free Press. "I ought to study photography," mused the seaside young man who had proposed again. "I really ought. I can develop more negatives ia a given time thato anybody I know of."—Washington Star. Hostess—"l've got such a cold to-day. I feel quite stupid." Prize Idiot (call in"') "I've got a bad cold, too; but I don't feel particularly stupid." Hostess —"Ah, I see you're not quite yourself." —London Punch. "I will improve my mind," said he; "I can, though 1 don't look it." And she responded merrily, "First catch your hare; then cook it.' —Washington Star. "Dear Father: We are well and happy. The baby has grown ever so much and has a great deal more sense than ho used to have. Hoping the same of you, I remain your daughter, Molly."—Texas Sittings. Twillinger—"l hear that Tompkins drank up all his diamonds in the last month." Wife—"l know then that they are not of first water or he would never have tasted them, the horrid old got."—Chicago Intet-Ocean. The King of the Cannibals nothing could save He passed from earthly labors; And kind missionaries wrote over his grave "A man who loved his neighbors." —Life. The Mistress—"You really don't want the coffee?" The Tramp—"Pardon «ne, madam; but I detect the presence of two lumps of sugar. My invariable habit is to take one lump only. I may be ragged, but I possess the true instincts of the epicure."—Pittsburgh Bulletin. A Waldo County clam-digger, of con siderable creative faculty, wanted to say something real bad of a neighbor and delivered himself of tuis; "The critte. ain't got any brains; tho inside of hw head ain't even lathed, let alone being plastered."—Lewis'on (Me.) Journal. "Tell your -ivorthy mother that I am coming to see her soon," said a lady on Austin avenue to Mrs. Sniverly'a little boy, who was playing in front of the gate. "I am glad you are coming, and ma will be glad to seo you, too." "How do you know she will be glad to see me?" asked Mrs. Sniverly. "Because I heard her say yesterday she would be glad to see somebody who didu't come here to collect a bill,"—Texas Siftings.
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