SULLIVAN JUSSh REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. XI. One-fourth of the land surface of the globe is occupied by English-speaking people. " The year 1893 began on a Sunday *nd will finish on a Sunday, so that it will contain fifty-three Sundays. Indiana has more Germans than any other State. They constituc fifty-five per cunt, of the population. Ex-Secretary of War Elkins inclines to the abolition of both the sword and the saber, ou tho grouud that they are no longer of the slightest practical use in actual warfare. One of the most striking features in connection with this ago of electricity, remarks the New York Independent, is tho wonderfully large and rapid growth of books aud pamphlets bearing upon the subject. An electrical journal recently assured its readers that within a comparatively short time many trolley roads will be constructed in country districts for the express purpose of carrying farm pro ducts to market. Tho New England Farmer is authority for the statement that "the condition of the average farmer in Now England, all things considered, is much better than that of the average farmer in most other sections of the country. Two car-loads of Boston girls havo gone to Texas to supply the demand there for wives, which leads the Detroit Free Press to exclaim that "the man who seeks to escape from woman recklessly tackles the impossible." Fresh Government clerks in Washing toil arc tempted by offers of credit on all sides. This, explains the Atlanta Constitution, is because persons em ployed by the Government must pay the dobta contracted while in office oi suffer dismissal. When a clerk is tardy in set tlement the creditor can have the amoiinnt of the debt deducted from the debtor's salary. During the year 1892 England published.49ls aud 1339 new editions, or a total ot' 6351. Last year the figures were 5706. The increase has been especially in tho department of novels, namely 1147 as compared with 896 in 1891. Theology reports 528, philosophy 579, medicine 127 new pub lications, while law has only twenty-six, altho p3etry has 185, history 293, and geography 250. Chief Justice Fuller, having gono to his doctor's house in Washington recent ly in preference to sending tor the physician, found that gentleman absent and was invited into the library to await his return. The attendant who ushered the visitor in was ignorant of the latter's station, but recognized him as a man of culture and kind impulses. This was evident from the surprising request that the Chief Justice should improve the time by writing a love letter for the man who let him in. Pens, ink, paper and envelop were proffered, and without hesitation the favor was granted, the missive being completed before the phy sician's return. It is said that when a native of Hawaii wishes to give evidence of his sorrow at the loss of a kiusmau he goes to some secluded spot and endeavors to knock out one of his front teeth. In case it is his maiden effort at mourning, relates the Atlanta Constitution, tho bereaved not uufrequently bungles the job, and on looking over the debris often finds that he has knocked out a couple or more. If the griet stricken party, however, lacks the nerve or distrusts his prowess to accomplish the tooth's displacement, a dear and obliging frien I is always at hand to offer his assistance. As a result of this custom a man of middle age is often short so ninny teeth that gastronom ers are embarrassed in eating their food. American dentists will do a land office business in Hawaii if the United States annexes the islands. The New York Tribune maintains that there has been no revolution in the pro duction of cotton since Whitney in vented the gin and took the "seeding" of it out of the hands of the old women and children. Now, however, there is a prospect ot another great change. Over 600 machines have been invented in the last twenty years for picking the cotton from the boll, and all have failed to give satisfaction. But still another is to be tested, and cotton men believe it will bo successful. It will pick, it is said, 10,000 pounds a day. An ordin ary field hand can pick of the short staple about 150 pounds a day, and of the long staple about 350, so that the new machine will do the work of about forty men. Fifty cents a hundred pounds is considered fair la the cotton belt. The machine, therefore, will e»ra SSO a day. BONO. Where wind-flowers to tho kissing wind! r*o bend their dainty leaves, And gold of cheery celadine Doth mock the August sheaves— Where blue bells, elfin marriage-bells, Ring out their tiny chimes— There will I baste me in the Spring, To fashion fragrant rhymes. There will I haste me in the Spring, My lovely lady's charm to sing. Oh! Lady mine, what wind-blown flower Hath half thy wayward grace? What bloesomed gold was e'er so bright As that which crowns thy face? What blue bells but thine eyes would shame And make with envy pale? Thou art more fair than gracious Spring E'er drest a Winter vale. Then haste thee, baste thee, pretty Spring, • • That I may prove the truth I sing. —Amelie Rives Chanter, in Onca A Week. AT LONE MOUND STATION. BY TOM P. MORGAN.
V-ysL answered, as he JKjf trudged along be »A }y% Bide the long train V/ toward the small sgfh I depot, beyond the 11 brown water tank. JJ The engine soon slaked its thirst at the tank and got under way again. A moment later the caboose passed Kean ley, and, with ever increasing speed, swayed onward toward the curve at the Lone Mound. As Keanley nearcd the little depot, the strains of a violin floated toward him. Soft and sweet came the tune, like the tinkle of musical glasses, and there was in it a pathetic, wailing undertone, as if the player was striving to tell in music of a heart ache and trials bravely borne. Keanley could hardly repress an ejacu lation of surprise as he entered the little office and beheld the wielder of the magic bow, a pale-faced boy, almost a child. As the lad carefully deposited the violin in the open box at his side, and slowly rose, Keanley saw that the little fellow was a cripple. One leg, distorted and shriveled, swung, a useless member. Resting on his crutches, the boy raised his hat. "You're the new agent, I s'pose," he ! said. "Yes," Keanley answered, "I am the new agent. And who are you?" he con tinued, kindly. "The ex-agent!" "No, only his son," the boy replied. "And where is your father?" "Over there, on the slope." The boy's chin quivered as he spoke. Keanley looked from the window. On the slope of the Lone Mound was a tiny grave yard. One oblong black blotch in its midst marked a new made grave. The agent was there. "Pardon me," Keanley said; "I did not know. My instructions simply told mc to take charge of the station. I sup posed the agent had been promoted or discharged." "He was promoted," the boy said gravely. "And what will jou do now?" Kean ley asked, presently. "I don't know,"the boy answered. "I've been thinking and thinking, but it's no use. I don't know what to do. P'raps the superintendent will give me a place in an office. I can write a fair hand and wire pretty well, but I ain't much on heavy work." This last with a rueful glanoe at his crutches. Then Keanley lied, and deliberately, too. He had no need of an assistant, but a lightning resolve flashed through bis brain, and he said to the cripple: "You arc just the chap I am looking for. I need a boy to help me." "What for?" asked the lad. "To—to—why, to write and look out for thing* generally," Keanley answered, half desperately. "I'll feel safer to gad about wben I have an assistant whom I know I can trust. TheD, too, I might be sick, you know." The boy looked doubtfully at him. "If you are in earnest, I'll jump at the chauce to stay," he said. "In earnest?" Keanley cried, in pre tended pique at tho lad's doubt. "Of course, 1 am. Do you think I don't know my own mind, young man?" The boy said nothing. And so it was eettled, and crippled Ben became Kean ley's assistant, although there was not work enough to occupy half of one per son's time. As the days when the breeze brought from tho slope the perfume ot the wild verbenas wero succeeded by those when the snow came with a rush and hiss against iho little depot, Keanley grew more than fond of the little cripple. To be sure, to board and clothe the lad and to pay him an occasional dollar made quite a gap in each month's 3alary, but Keuiley never grudged a penny of it. It was pay enough to witness the boy's gratitude, and to see tho lad's great eyes following liim with their glances of posi tive beatitude. Often and often the violin sang its sweet songs, but now they seldom had the pitiful, wr.iling undertone. The lad's father had planned to do justice to his talent by having him taught by a master of the violin. Now, Kean ley and little Bon planned in a happy, visionary way. Tlicy were to save what monoy they could, and thus littlo Ben was to havo the coveted musical instruc tion. But, at best, the accumulation of funds went on slowly. Tho plans of the two went further than this. Keanloyhad, "once upon atime," been foolish enough to fall in love with old Senator Ilicks's daughter, and she returned his love. The old senator, when he found how uiattors stood, pro LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 14, 1893. ceeded to squelch the whole affair. He even forgot the time when he had been as much of a pauper aa the young fellow he sent packing from his presence. The girl, with her tear-wet face up turned to his, promised Keanley to wait for him till he succeeded in accumulating the SIO,OOO that the old senator named as the amount of wealth Keanley must possess before he could aspire to winning her. Then, when orders had sent Kean ley to the west, he had gone with the determination strong within him to Very soon gain the money and the girl; But he speedily grew despondent. The fates seemed against him. He struck no bonanza or highway to speedy wealth, and finally half gave up the stiuggle. The money that would flow to Utile Ben as the substantial reward of his genius was to be invested by Keanley, who, in this manner, would soon obtain the coveted SIO,OOO. Then when prosper ity smiled upon the senator s new found son-in-law, little Ben'a wealth was to be returned to him. The two plotters placed great faith in this plan, chimerical as it was. Then, came the great storms, and, with them, one that the "oldest inhabi tant," popularly supposed to 1 now every thing, declared was tho largest and heaviest rainfall since '3l. The creeks seemed to have wholly forgotten their boundaries, and, later, the work begun by the rain was completed by the cloud burst, over in the next county, near the head of Hackberry Creek. It was nearly 10 o'clock when a message went clicking Dy, and Keanley, who had been nursing an aching tooth all day, remarked to Ben, who was playing the violin loudly, to shut out the sound ot the rushing rain: "Dispatcher is telling them to look out for an east bound special that leaves Hamilton at 10:40. That means 11:20 when it passes here." , Ben nodded and went on with his tune. Presently the train dispatcher was heard calling "G." That was Giddings, the station just beyond, where the rail road bridge spanned Htc'.