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.