SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W. M, CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. XI.
Edison thinks that the railway speed
of the future will be 150 miles an hour.
It is estimated, from tho census of
1890, that tho insect pests cost the
fruit growers of the United States
about $1,000,000 a year.
The financial crisis in Spain lias se
riously reduced railroad traffic, so thot
nearly all lines are badly crippled, and
some have been forced to offer new is
sues of bonds on the market.
One of the scientific sharps has an
nounced, notes the Detroit Free Press,
that if the funny little bean from which
castor oil is squeezed be grown around
the windows and doors of dwellings,
instead of hop vines, hollyhocks, bur
docks, fennel or sunflowers, flies will
keep so far away that you eon't hear
one buzz. Tho small boy will easily
believe this.
' The Kev. Thomas Craven, who has
been a Methodist missionary for nearly
twenty years in India, is visiting Chi
cago. He says, reports the New York
Tribune, that almost the only news
cabled from this country to India dur
ing the last few months has been that
relating to silver. "Even such im
portant matters as the election of
Cleveland,"hesays, "mightreasonably
have been expected to be have been
ignored in tho telegraphic dispatches
to India. These dispatches did not
even let us know whether Cleveland
was elected or not. But, on the other
hand, every little motion or resolution
and every interview with well-known
public men on the silver question was
at onco telegraphed to us. This
showed the keenness with which we
were observing the action of this coun
try on the silver question."
The Government of Japan has in
htywl plans for the construction of
fourteen new railway lines. At present
the railway mileage of the empire
reaches some 1500, of which 804 be
longs to various companies. These, it
is said, will be taken over by the State.
Formerly the lines were built by
British contractors, with material sup
plied by the United Kingdom, and
were operated by foreign engineers,
but now the State and private com
panies have their own Japanese en
gineers, and a great part of the railway
material and rolling stock can be fur
nished from the National shops at
Shinbasi, although there is still room
for considerable foreign importation
in this line.
Foreigners are wont to classify Aus
tria among the German countries. As
a matter of fact her German speaking
population is but limited, and annually
losing ground. The increase in popu
lation among the German inhabitants
of Austria is but 5.17 per thousand per
year ; the increase with the Italians in
Austria is 5.92, and with tho Slavonic
races 7.93. Of 100 marriageable wo
men in the German districts of Austria,
forty-one find husbands; among the
Slavonic races the percentage is fifty
two. One of the reasons for this show
ing is that in the German districts of
Austria the economic management of
affairs is almost prohibitory to mar
riage among the younger sons and
daughters of the peasants. The home
stead goes to the eldest Bon, whose
brothers and sisters become his ser
vants. Among the Slavs the family
property is equally divided among all
children after the death of the father,
and each one is allowed to begin house
keeping on his own hook.
The trials of the rainmaker are, in
deed, numerous, remarks the Wash
ington Star. For a long time it has
been asserted that a rainmaker is a
myth. People may think they pro
duce rain, and they may make other
people think so; but, according to the
doubters, it is a case of imagination
purely. Under conditions like these
the rainmaker might comfort himself
with the thought that genius very sel
dom secures prompt appreciation and
go his way, feeling sure that posterity
would see his vindication. But now
comes a grief of an entirely opposite
character. A Konsas rainmaker boast
ed that a cloudburst, which came quite
unpredicted, was the result of his pro
fessional endeavors. Thereupon a
Kansas farmer arose with a claim for
damages because the cloudburst had
destroyed his crops, and tho wife of a
man who was killed in a washout wants
liberal damages. The dilemma is a
painful one. Tho rainmaker must
either repudiate his scienco an l de
clare that his assertions were empty
boasts, or else he must assume tho
moral and financial responsibility for
this devastating storm. It is an inter
esting problem, too, for the courts to
handle, and the public will wait with
interest for light which tho judicial
mind may throw on the question of to
what extent it is possible for a rain
maker to be responsible for rain,
France has the distinction of being
the most carefully cultivated agricul
tural country in Europe.
More than hnlf of the marriages in
Kansas last year were of colored peo
ple, although this race constitutes only
one-twentieth of the population.
Count Tolstoi, the Russian philoso
pher, declares that he entertains a
great dislike to all poetry, because it
prevents one from giving a "clear, in
telligent, and comprehensive expression
to one's thoughts and ideas." He says
that verses are generally the produc
tion of "literary wantonness, literary
frivolity and literary insolence."
At a meeting of railway employes in
Chicago recently Eugene V. Debs,long
connected with labor movements, said
that out of 1,000,000 railway employes
in tho United States but 150,000, less
than one-sixth of the entire number,
were members of the various existing
unions of railway employes. Probably
this is about the proportion of union
and nonunion men in other trades and
employments, suggests Public Opinion.
Says the New York Independent on
the subject of irrigation : The earliest
agriculture of Europe, Asia and Af
rica began in arid lands. Turning to
America it is discovered that this fun
damental art l>egou everywhere under
like conditions of great aridity, on
sandy plains and hot deserts. In the
southwestern portion of the United
States, the very lost district of the
country to be settled by while men, in
some portions of Utah, Colorado,
Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada and
California, where natural vegetation is
so rare that it scarcely gives character
to the landscape, where sandstorms
drive over the country, where naked
plains spread under a lurid sky, and
where the landscape is often one of
naked rock, and where adamantine
forms stand in groves, and the trees
are fossils buried in the rocks, the
most ancient agriculture is found. For
in the country thus described, the In
dian tribes in centuries lost to history
cultivated the soil by artificial irriga
tion, and developed corn, cotton, po
tatoes, and other vegetables useful to
man, while the rich valleys to the
north and east were yet untouched by
agricultural labor.
The Southern States Magazine ob
serves: "There appears to be an im
pression among those who have seen
but little of the South, particularly
during the past two years, that the
Southern planter or farmer is so abso
lutely dependent upon cotton that if
that single crop fails, ruin and desola
tion to the entire farming community
will follow. While it is true that a
certain number of cotton planters still
hold to the time-honored plan of plant
ing nothing but cotton, the time when
this could be called a universal con
dition in the South has happily passed,
and a new and broader farming indus
try has taken its place. In 1892 the
cotton crop of the South was valued at
about 8315,000,000. The corn crop
was valued at $248,000,000, wheat over
$ 40,000,000 and oats about $25,000,000.
These three products then were of
equal value with the cotton crop. Add
ing to them tho value of tobacco raised,
over $22,000,000; of rice, about 810,-
000,000 ; Florida oranges, about $3,-
500,000, and of garden truck, fruit and
vegetables shipped North, between
840,000,000 and $50,000,000, the total
value of the products named amounts
to about $'10,000,000. It was only in
the years immediately following the
war that cotton was raised almost to
the exclusion of other products. Tkis
was because the people were almost
penniless and cotton was the one crop
upon which advances could bo secured.
The condition of things has been stead
ily improving, and within the past two
years the lesson taught by planting too
much cotton has been so impressed
upon every one engaged in it that there
ha 3 been a general effort to raise more
foodstuffs, and particularly to provide
the food needed on each plantation or
farm. The Southern farmer to-day is
not solely dependent upon his cotton
crop L>r a living. In western Tennes
see, Arkansas, Mississippi, Louisiana
and Texas, while some few are follow
ing the old plan of purchasing food and
planting cotton, the vast majority are
raising diversified crops, and each suc
ceeding year nil! seo this plan carried
out in a greater degree. In Georgia
and the Carolinos cotton-raising will
soon hold second pi nee, as to value,
among the agricultural products oftiu
States, not necessarily because less
will be raised, but becau eof tho in
crease in tho production of cereals,
fruits and vegetables. Through the
western part of th" cotton bolt such n
condition will not be likely to c\ist,
but cotton will neror again be raised
in pKon of food products, uis lias btco
done in the past."
LAPORTE, PA-, FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1893.
THE DEATH STROKE.
'Twas the sunny Syrian sea
Oft the coast of Tripoli
And tho ironclads of England were at
play;
While their mimic thunder rent
With its roar tho firmament.
As they tacked and they maneuvred fn the
bay:
For our navy is the pride
Of.that sea without a tide,
And our home is on the deep amid the
spray.
Something terribly amiss
In a moment! That or this,
Man or mechanism? Well, Ido not know ;
On the gallant flagship came,
Quick as stroke of lightning flame
Or tho giant rush of tempest, such a blow
That, her harness rent, she bowed ;
And a mighty iron shroud,
With her Admiral and crew she sank
below!
Do you deem they should have died
On a fierce and reddened tide.
In the fury and the glory of the fight?
With the ensign shot to rags,
And with striking of the flags
Of the foemen on the left and on the
right;
With brave rescue from the wreck,
And wild cheering on the deok,
That Britannia had not parted with her
might?
Be glory what it may,
Vet I venture still to say
That these shall not lose their guerdon or
their fame,
Though they died without a Mow :
Well, the Highest—died Ho so ;
And our land shall shrine their memory and
their name:
Forthe man who, in the host,
Is death stricken at his post,
'■lt is finished" may triumphantly exclaim '
Thero is grief tor me and you,
But for Tyron and his crew
Happy future as was honor in the past;
Though the Admiral no more
May hear wind or water roar.
Though his sailors cannot battle with the
blast, r
For, the Pilot of all sens,
He will welcome souls like these.
And shall guide them to fair haven—land
at last!
—London Athenaeum.
A MAN WITH A BABY FACE.
trr WILLIAM A. M'CLEAN.
v ELLIS is
-mry indeed n funny
boy,"' laughed
Julia Costeilo to
"They say lie
is hend over heels
in love with you
—follows you, is
to be found sonie
-• where near you
most of his time.
They tell me you have completely be
witched the boy," rejoined the friend.
"I must confess he seems to act very
foolishly. No matter what Ido or say,
or ignore him, I can't scare him away.
I have never done the slightest thing
to encourage him," Julia eoberly re
plied.
"What's the matter with tho boy,
then, that he hangs around you so
much?" the friend asked.
"I don't know," Julia slowly 6nid,
and added in a wistful manner, "I
wonder whether Jimmy will ever be a
man—will ever look like a man."
"He's a pretty boy, anyhow," laughed
tho friend.
"Pretty as a bnbv," said Julia, join
ing in the laugli.
The subject of this conversation was
not a boy, but a man of thirty years.
A man of full stature, yet with the ex
pressionless face of a baby. It was
round and full. The skin was of o soft
pink color, with a tinge of darker color
in the cheeks. The eyes were large
nnd of a light blue, and opened in an
innocent surprise when their owner
was spoken to. He had a little chnbby
noso and o small mouth. There were
no lines or shadows on his face.
He was a pretty man ; so pretty that
his face was repulsive toman and to
womankind. Thero was nothing
about the face to counteract the seem
ingly expressionless vacuity there.
Strangers continually asked, "Who is
the man with the baby face?" The
reply was always "Jimmy Ellis." The
man Jnmes Ellis was swallowed up in
the boy Jimmy.
Another characteristic heightened
the effects of his boyishness. Hisvoice
was pitched an octavo higher than is
usual in men. He spoke in a light,
chattering tone that went off into a
screech. He talked and laughed like
a woman. All his male associates as
he became older grew away from him,
deriding the man with a baby face and
a woman's voice. Womankind seemed
ever to be making iport of him.
James Ellis was extremely sensitive
in respect to these characteristics. He
was conscious of the fun and sport
others were having at his expense. In
consequence iie gave humanity a wide
borth. Whi!o he did so, he hated
that big baby face of his. It made
life miserable to him. It angered him
at times to hear his own voice. He
had in vain tried to coax a growth of
whiskers to hide the face. A tuft of
yellow hair here and there was all that
made its appearance. In despair he
had given up any further nttempts in
this direction.
Notwithstanding these outward
eigus, James Ellis wns a man of true,
honest, and honorable Instincts and as
pirations. Hsdelighted in the pleasures
of a robust Timhood. He was ail o 11-
round athlete. There was not abetter
horseback-rider ;'i tho town in which
he lived. His mother had died when
he was a child. His father died when
he reached his majority, leaving him a
homo !n t*>r> Pennsylvania town of B—
ami t\a forms lying near the village.
An aunt had lucu iuetalkd as house
keeper ore* the lio;n-j.
James Ellis was a better manager of
the farms than his father had been be
fore him. He gave them his constant
attention. There was no part of tho
work on.the farm he could not do.
Those under him knew what would be
expected from them. James Ellis not
only knew how to manage the farms
better than his father, but knew how
to live and enjoy life and that which
he made, better.
There was not a better library in tho
town than his ; he had collected it him
self. He was a lover of art. James
Ellis was a talented man. His large
hunting-dog heard many a soliloquy
that for originality and brightness
would have rivaled the mental calibre
of by far the greater number of his
fellow-townsmen.
James Ellis's life had been, however,
a failure, as he looked at it—an un
happy failure—a miserable existence,
caused by a baby face and a woman's
voice.
His greatest happiness, nnd at the
same time his greatest unhappiness,
was his lovo for Julia Costeilo. He
was not content unless near her. He
worshiped her. It was the love of a
strong man ; the only love of a lonely
life. He had known her from child
hood, and had always loved her. He
loved her because he could not con
ceive bow life could be complete with
out her. Because he believed that
with woman—the best gift to man—
this woman, could he alone reach the
great blessings of existence—home,
love, happiness. He was miserable
because he had been and was no more
to Julia than "Jimmy." He felt that,
with his baby face and woman's voice,
he had failed to awaken the chords of
love, to sound the depths of her heart.
She liked him, respected him, but he
was only "Jimmy." her boy play
mate.
Shortly after the conversation be
tween Julia and her friend, James Ellis
succeeded in gaining a long-looked
for opportunity. Taking Julia's hand
in his, he said, in his squeaky voice:
"Julio, darling, I lovo you, I love
you. This love is tho sweetest, the
only thing on earth thot makes life
worth the living to me. Be mine.
Love me —marry me."
Julia could not help seeing the ridic
ulous in the voice, in the face, and
interrupted him several times as ho
spoke, saying:
"Oh, don't, Jimmy ! Don't, Jimmy 1"
Silence ensued. He began again :
"Won't you give mo your answer?
Can't you love me?"
Oh. don't! 01:, don't,Jimmy!"Julia
j again pleaded.
"Can I hope? Tell me sc mething,"
James Ellis urged.
"I hardly know what to eay," Julia
answered. "I have never thought of
such a thing o« you havo spoken of.
j It seems funny. You seem but the boy
j I pla3'ed with yet. I hardly know
j whether to bid you to hope or not to
■ hope. I might answer better in a
month."
"I'll wait the month," themoa read
ily said.
"Make it two months."
"Well, let it bo two, then.
"Four months might be better yet."
"Make it, denr, just as you will. I
am content if only in the end you will
be mine."
So it was decided that at the end of
fnrsir months she would give her an
swer, yes or no, to his suit, or whether
he might hope or whether it was hope
less. This was February—June might
witness the makiug of ono life or it
might no'. •
While James Ellis was content to
wait, ho was not hopeful. He was only
"Jimmy"to Julia. Jimmy, the boy—
the playmate with the pretty face und
a woman's voice. Julia wished a man
for her husband, representative of
manhood and strength. Ho feared the
decision. The time crept on fast;
weeks had flown, a month passed.
There was no change in Julia's feel
ings that he could detect.
It was in the latter part of March
that, in the dead of night, a fire-alarm
was sounded. Men sprang from their
beds, jumped into their clothes. It
was a country town in which every
niau and many women were needed to
fight the dreod fiend. It was soon dis
covered that a weather-boarded dwell
ing-house had taken tiro at the roof
When the crowd reached the house the
top of it was wrapped in flames. James
Ellis was among the first on the ground.
It was thought that every soul had left
the house. There was a terrible scream.
In the second story room, by the blaze
of the fire, could be seen a woman.
The blood froze in the men's faces
as they looked at the awful scene.
They looked at each other, then back
at the woman. Who would make a
move to save her? Like a flash James
Ellis rushed toward the house, kicked
open the door, disappeared, fought his
way through tho smoke and heat in
the second story until he reached the
woman. He dashed out a window and
helped her to the ladder that had been
raised.
As the crowd watched James Ellis
disappeared. Another second and
there was a fall of heavy tinibor into
tho house; a column of sparks went
upward. Seconds passed. Tho lire
was making headway rapidly. .Tames
Ellis had not appeared. At last anxi
ous watchers crept, into the house and
came upon the body of Ellis lying at
the bottom of the stairs. He had been
knocked down by the falling timber.
The fire had not reached the place
where he was lying.
He was tenderly picked up, carried
out of the house and to his home. The
falling timber had struck him in the
face, cutting and tearing great gashes
the whole length. The hot embers of
the wood had burned great red blotches
along the wound.
It. WHS only after weeks of cf-eful
nursing by the faithful aunt thot
.Tames Ellis was prononncod well. He
had recovered from the wound to fall I
into a fever. It was June when the '
doctor told him he had done all he ,
could for him, that it was for him now
to grow in strength. It was not until
that time that James fully realized
that a great change had taken placo.
"Jimmy" with the baby face was a
thing of the past. There was an ugly
scar on the forehead, another on tho
chin and one on the check. There
were red patches where he had been
burned. He was no longer pretty.
He wns ugly, yet not repulsively so—-
no uglier than many other men. With
the fever had also gone the woman's
voice. It was now like that of other
men.
It was four months since that day in
February that he decided to venturo
out. He waited until it was dusk.
Then he made his way to the home of
Julia. He was ushered into the parlor,
where a half-light burned. In a mo
ment Julia caine, coming quickly to
see her "Jimmy"—the much-talked of
and admired hero of the night of the
fire—and to congratulate him on his
recover}'. She rushed up to him, and
taking his outstretched hand, ex
claimed :
"Oh, Jim—" stopping, startled as
she looked in his face, then stammer
ing, continued: "Beg—pardon—Mr.
Ellis—l'm so glad to see you !"
The man was surprised into formal
ity. "Mr. Ellis!" Julia had never
addressed him thus before. What did
it mean?
As the evening passed they talked of
the events of the past months. As he
spoke in that low, tender, pleasing,
manly voice, Julia listened enraptured.
There were chords in her being that
were touched, and responded as they
had never done before. Thero was
something in her being that, went out
to tho man—the sacred hero. At last,
in low, passionate tones he pleaded :
"Julia, darling, I have come for tho
answer promised, that can make life
tho sweetest thing on earth to me. I
have come now to know whether I
dare hope for happiness. I'm disfig
ured now -ugly, but I lovo you—lo/o
yon, if possible, more than I ever have.
Can you love me?"
As lie held her in his arms, Julia,
tenderly caressing the scars with the
tips of her tinkers, whispered :
"These don't disfigure you, dear.
You are not ugly to me." —Frank Los
lie's Weekly.
Imitation American Physicians.
American medical missionaries are
now very popular in China. They are
everywhere welcome, more especially
because they offer medical advice and
medicine gratis, prefaced with re
ligious exercises. Tho Chinese ap
pear to appreciate this kind of practi
! cal religion. In a recent letter to the
Missionary HeraH, T -urtot Chapin
j tells of his missionary successes in the
I vicinity of Pang Chuang, and says:
"On thin trip I learned for tho first
: time that there aro in this part of
j China a number of 'counterfeit' for
j eigners. I was myself taken to be ono
i of that class because of an ability to
make myself understood in Chinese.
It seems that one or more enterpris
ing celestials have gone into the work
of dispensing medioines after the man
! ner of the American physician. Usu
: ally two or three men go together.
I One of these dresses in foreign cos
| tume and talks a gibberish which is
j not understood by the natives, and so
j passes for a foreign language. In
! imitation of American physicians, all
j medicine is given away, but, unlike
that fraternity, tho bogus representa
tive of America is quite willing to re
ceive contributions ofgrainto feed the
animal which helps convey him from
village to village. In consequence
grain pours in upon him by the quan
tity. This is disposed of by a confed
erate at the nearest fair, and then Ah
Win departs for 'fresh fields and pas
tures new.'"
The Great Game of the Chinese.
Weichi is the greatest game of tho
Chinese, especially with tho literary
class, and is ranked by them superior
to chess. Like chess, this game is of
a general military and mathematical
character, but is on a much more ex
tended scale, the board containing 261
places and employing nearly 200 men
on a sido. All of tho men, however,
have the same value and powers. The
object is to command as many places
on the board as possible. This may
be done by inclosing empty spaces, or
surrounding tho enemy's men. Very
close calculation is always essential in
order that a loss in one region may be
met bv gains in another, thus employ
ing skillful stragey when the contest
ants are evenly matched. Tho game
lias come down from great antiquity,
being first mentioned in Chinese writing
about 625 B. C. It was in all proba
bility introduced by the Babylonian
astronomers, who were at thot time in
structors of all tho East.—Chicago
Herald.
An Educated Snake.
A cow belonging to John H. Suave
ly, a farmer living two miles south of
Sharpsburg, was observed to stop and
bellow regularly at a large tree in tho
lane, while tho cattle wero being driven
from tho field. Some boys watched
her one (lay and observed a largo black
snako approach nnd milk the cow.
Driving her home they told Philip
Lumm, who works on tho farm, who
got into the tree with n gun and waited
for results. When the cows came from
the field this particular cow stopped at
the tree and bellowed, when the snake
appeared and was shot by Luntm.—
Antietam Valley (Cal.) Record.
Roosters vs. Weasel.
A weasel sneakod out of his lair near
Stroudsburg Wednesday and gobbled
up one of Mrs. Joseph Frymire's little
chickens. Two bantam roosters were
near by and they sot upon the thiev
ing beast with such vigor that both his
eyes were picked out, and ho died soon
afterward.—Philadelphia Record.
Terms---81.00 in Advance; Sl<2s after Three Months.
FORETELLING A TORNADO.
HOW THE WEATHER BUREAU
WARNS THE ENTIRE COUNTRY.
The Methods Used to Announce the
Recent Terrible Storm In lowa
Taken us an Example.
THE signal achievement of the
Government Weather Bureau
in predicting the recent dis
„ astrous tornadoes in lowa
twenty-four hours in advance of their
awful visitations has brought into new
prominence the remarkable accuracy
with which in these days of advanced
science a weather forecast can be made.
The prediction of the lowa tornado
offers a noteworthy example of the
value of the Government Bureau, and
illustrates the perfection of the system
it employs, but the forecast in point of
accuracy is duplicated daily. It isn't
every day that a tornado starts on a
wild stampede, but the weather sharps
are expected to keep the cities and
towns of the country posted in advance
in regard to the weather. The daily
forecast has become an all-important
element in all calculations, whether of
pleasure or of business, and could no
more be dispensed with than the tele
graph or any of the other agencies
which have revolutionized affairs. As
so much depends upon these predic
tions it is not surprising that tho
bureau has reached a high grade of
efficiency.
If an English or a French weather
sliorp were assigned to our bureau he
would probably be as confused as the
average man on seeing a three-ring
circus for the first time. It is not an
uncommon circumstance for the
Weather Bureau to chase half a dozen
different varieties of storms over the
country in a day. It may be hailing
in North Dakota, a tornado may be
making sad havoc in the Western
forming belt, a windstorm may be
bowling along the Atlantic coast, im
perilling shipping, and four or five
thunder-storms may be creating alarm
in as many different sections.
With all these complications, a
short, thick-set man, with gray eye
brows and gray mustache, calmly looks
over the maps which are made on tho
reports of one of the Government ob
servers throughout the country, and
figures out just the kind of weather
that may be expected in every State
%nd section. This short, thick-set
man, with gray eyebrows and gray
mustache, is the official who, on ex
amining the maps on the night of July
5, paused for a moment, and then, to
the surprise of his assistants, mur
mured : "This looks like a tornado."
Major Dunwoody was the officer
who read the signs aright. The Gov
ernment observers at Sioux City, Des
Moines, la., Keokuk and Omaha, had
all reported threatening atmospheric
conditions, and their reports, when re
duced to tracings on the maps, showed
that the centre of the atmospheric dis
turbances was at Cheyenne, with the
winds racing from all four points of
the compass toward the Wyoming
capital. Major Dunwoody has hnd
an intimate acquaintance with storms
for years, and this tornado didn't fool
him by pretending to rendezvous at
Cheyenne. The Major is an old army
officer, who understands all about
(lank movements, and he began to
figure out where the main attack might
be expected.
He was sitting on a high stool in tho
forecasting room at the Weather Bu
reau, calculating on the tornado's prob
able evolution. The Major read the
report of the storm sentinels at Sioux
City and Des Moines over again, and
then drew a circle, with the centre at
Cheyenne and the circumference to
wards the East, touching Davenport.
The Major's experience taught him that
the most trouble might be expected in
the southeast segment of the circle,
and before 9 o'clock that night all the
observers who furnished the alarming
reports were instructed by wire to send
out warnings to cities and towns on
the respective sections, and orders
were also given to employ every means
to inform the country districts of the
impending peril.
Hours before the storm broke with
its terrible fury express trains running
through the isolated communities had
carried the bureau's intelligence, and
those who lived far from the railroad
stat ion were warned by whistles, which
were blown according to an established
and well-understood code.
How quickly all this was accom
plished illustrates the efficiency of the
Government system, as directed by-
Cliief Harrington. At 8 o'clock on the
night of the sth the observations were
made, and an hour later Major Dun
woody, with quick judgment, based on
long experience, had located the storm,
and had sent out a forecast to the
threatened community, telling of the
dangers to be feared. How much
greater might have been the damage to
property, and how much greater the
joss of life, but for the warnings!
The Waather Bureau did not an
nounce that a tornado might be ex
pected, as tornado predictions went out
of favor with the young army lieuten
ants. The warning, as sent out, was
to the effect that severe local thunder
storms were threatened, and the far
mers knew full well what was meant.
As interpreted by them, it signified
that a ground cellar would be a good
place in which to spend July 6.—New
York World.
One Hundred Years Old. Mill in Practice
Doctor Deßossy, of Havre, France,
has passed his hundredth year. He is
still in active practice, and at a dinner
given in honor of his hundredth birth
day, he made a speech in which he
stated that his father had lived a hun
dred and seven, and hi! intended to do
the same.
English farmers furnished the
United States last year #1,000,000
worth of pickles,
NO. 47.
BOOH!
On afternoon®. when baby boy has had a
splendid nap, /
And sits, like any monarch otf .one. In
nurse's lap,
In some such wise my ban -«f I hold
before my face.
And cautiously and quieV ' e "bout tho
place:
Then, with a cry. T su<V expose my faca
to view.
And you should hear him laugh and crow
when I say "Booh !"
Somctimos that rascal tries to make believe
that ho is scared.
And. really, when I first began he stared
and stared and stared;
And then his under lip came out and farther
out it came.
Til! mamma and the nurse agreed it was a
"cruel shame"--
But now what does that same wee todling,
lisping baby do
But laugh and kick his little heels when I
say "Booh!"
He laughs and kicks his little heels in rap
turous glee, and then
In shrill, despotic treble bids me "do it all
aden!"
And I—of course Ido it; for, as his progen
itor.
It is such pretty, pleasant play as this that I
am for!
And it is, oh, such fun ! and I am sure that I
shall rue
The time when we are both too old to play
the game of "booh
—Eugene Field, in Chicago Record
HUMOR OF THE DAT.
A tea party—An olcl maid.—Truth.
The time to burn a letter is before
it is mailed. —Galveston News.
Every man has his price, except
those that are worth buying.—Puck.
The difference between marbles and
billiards is about ten years in the age
of the play.—Puck.
A deaf man cannot be legally con
victed. It is unlawful to convict a
man without a hearing.—Sittings.
Father-in-law "I am ruined ; all is
lost." Son-in-law "Ahem! Then I
married for love, after all!" —Tit-Bits.
If there were no great fool 3 in the
world, wo wouldn't be nearly so well
satisfied with ourselves as we are.—•
Puck.
"She never told her love." But if
he didn't get wind of it, it was no
fault of the busy-bodies. —Boston
Transcript.
A minister who was given a match
sealed in au envelope for a wedding feo
made light of the imposition. —Phila-
delphia Record.
"Did Bilkem leave anything when
he died?" "Yes; his creditors.
They're the worst left lot you ever
saw."—Buffalo Courier.
The fool seeketli to pluck the fly
from the mule's hind leg, but the wise
niHU letteth the job to the lowest bid
der.—Memphis Appeal.
Applicant—"Will there be a chance
to get up in the world?" Proprietor
"At half past three in the morning."
—Kato Field's Washington.
She—"l wonder why they call the so
angel sleeves?" He —"What else
could they be called when you wear
them ?"—lndianapolis Journal.
No one can appreciate the value of
a match as can the smoker who lives
in a house that in lighted by electric
light and heated by steam. --Life.
She —' 'Am I the first girl you ever
proposed to, darling?" He (sincerely)
"No; but you are the only girl who
ever accepted me."—Brooklyn Life.
Friend—"You don't take any out
ing in the summer, I suppose?" Ice
man—"Well, no; that's when I have
my innings, you know."—Detroit Tri
bune.
"I have a notion to poke you in the
face," said the boy to the banana.
"What face?" asked tho banana. "My
face." said the boy.—lndianapolis Sen
tinel.
Philosophers go about saying this
is woman's age. According to hor own
account womnr denies it—denies hav
ing any age; die is always young.—•
Flaming Swor I.
"How do you like your new lady
help, Mrs. Todgers." "I should like
hor a good deal more, Mrs. Bodgors,
if she was a little less the lady and ft
little more of a help."—Tid-Bits.
Novelist "l'd like to have my
heroine do something absolutely
unique!" Friend—"Yes? Why don't
you have her faint when there's no
one looking."—Detroit Tribune.
Tramp—"Can you assist 1110 along
the road, mum?" Lady of the House
"Personally, I cannot; but I will
unchain my dog, and I know ho will
bo most pleased to do eo."—Tit-Bits.
"Aren't you in the grave-robbing
business?" asked the lawyer. "My
profession, sir," responded tho wit
ness, with dignity, "is that of oxhum
atorial artist."—lndianapolis Journal.
Mrs. Floeklon "I wonder is it true?
Peoplo say that you sometimes goto
sleep over your sermons." Parson
Dutileigh—"People, I suspect, judge
me by themselves."—Boston Tran
script.
'Then you think I can never learn
to dive. I don't see why?" Professor
—"My dear young lady, you must re
member that you would have to keep
your mouth shut."—Chicago Inter-
Oeean.
First Traveler—"What is your busi
ness?" Second Traveler (haughtily)
-"I am a gentleman, sir." First
Traveler "lndeed! How long have
you been out of work?"— New York
Herald.
"I suppose it is quite cool in the
Scotch Highlands, even in summer,"
said a Pittsburger to a friend who had
been in Scotland. "Yes," the latter
replioil, "the hills wear their furze all
the time."—Pittsburg Chroaiole.