SULLIVAN 4M& REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY. Publisher. VOL. XII. In the cholera plagues since 1848 the death rate has been tolerably uni form, nbout forty per cent, of tho cases terminating fatally. The New Hampshire Experiment Farm finds that milk from the best cows costs 1 A cents a quart ; from their poorest, 4J cents, as it Costs just as much to feed the smaller producer. Tt is estimated that an average of more than 20(H) vessels and 12,000 lives are lost in the various seas ami oceans every year, the value of ships and cargoes being roughly averaged at $100,000,000. The most unique bequest Yale has ever received has just been recorded by the will of Minot Booth, an eccen tric citizen of Monroe, Conn. It con sists of several large quarries which, though of great practical value for building purposes, Mr. Booth lias be queathed for geological purposes, hav ing always believed they would be in valuable for scientific research. Englishmen, Irishmen and colored men are the usual employes about stables in New York, though elsewhere Italians have come to be employed at all sorts of unskilled manual labor. The fact is, explains the New York York Sun, that Englishmen are bred to the care of horses. Irishmen hove a curious sympathy for the brutes, and colored men enjoy the cosy warmth of stables in winter time. Nicaragua has enacted laws that bears very hard on the alien, notes the San Francisco Examiner. The under lying idea seems to be to have tho alien fnrnish the money for a govern ment devoted mostly to his own op pression. When Nicaragua shall hove acquired the largest standing army in the world and the largest navy it may be able to execute these laws. In the meantime much satisfaction may be derived from contemplating the fact that such august enactments adorn and glorify the statute books. The production of cotton is rapidly increasing in quantity in the transcas pian provinces of Russia. Lust year as many as 72,565 tons of raw cotton were transported across the Caspian to Batoum and Poti. After reshipment at these places the cotton was con veyed to Odessa and Sebastopol, and thence to the weaving mills at Lodz, Warsaw and those in the Moscow dis trict. Tt being cheaper than either American or Egyptian cotton, which pays a very heavy import duty, it may be, suggests the Chicago Herald, that in a few years, when the cotton crop of the transcaspian provinces will suf fice to fnrnish the raw material re quired by the Russian mills, American and Egyptian cotton will cease to be bought in Russia. Various cities in Germany lmve es tablished municipal eating houses as a means for minimizing begging and to relieve the worthy poor of the neces sity of accepting food given in charity. Our Consul at Chemnitz, .Tanr.es C. Monaghan, in a report to the State De partment, gives a most favorable ac count. of an institution of this kind iu that city, as tin'result of a visit. "The food is substantial," he declares. "To a hard-working man with appetite sharpened by exercise, the dinner is excellent. The meats, vegetables, etc., are properly cleaned and prepared be fore they are cooked. Everything is kept clean, and smells sweet and whole some. The people, who look hearty, gather iu large rooms on benches placed by lotig tables. Besides the dinner, the midday meal, supper iii served to those who wish it." From the lint of the food given, observes tho Boston Herald, it appears to Vie sub stantial ami excellent in kind and variety, and that the institution is ap preciated is evidenced by the fact that last year 435,360 dinners were sold- The food is sold by the portion, and an ample dinner never costs more than ten cents. The establishment is so practically managed that it yield# something of a profit to the city: tho expenditures Inst year were $15,557.28, and tho receipts were $17,501.68, leav ing a balance of $1944.40. At oui municipal lodging house here in Bos ton. meals and lodging are paid for in work. Our custom of giving out free soup at the police stations through the winter has littlo to commend it. Tt is demoralizing and encourages vagrancy nd pauperism. The bounty often goes j unworthy recipients, and instances ave been related of keepers of cheap lonrding houses obtaining supplies for heir tables regularly in this way. On the other hand, many who may really iced the food are too sensitive to re ceive it in charity. It would bo much better to sell the soup at cost, together ? with bread und perhaps other simple iiiui'lt of food. JYJF Let this day see all wrongs forgiven. Let peace sit crowned in every heart, Let bitter words be left unsaid, Let each one take his brother's part ; Let sad lips learn to smile— A day is such a little while! Of all the days, this is the shortest! Let rich and poor together meet. While words of kindness fill the air. Let love spread roses in the way, Though winter reigneth overvwhere. Let us know naught of eraft or guile, A dny is such a little while ! Of all days, this is the shortest! Let us help each with loving care, Our brother on the way to heaven. Let's lay aside all selfishness, Let pride from every heart bo driven, Lot Christmas Day bring many a smile. A day is such a little while ! Of all days, this is tiieshortest! SALLY JACKSON'S fiRIT. A CHRISTMAS STORY. ■ observed old Corn S 'Jackson to liis MR' wife as he stood ' n ' h'' back door of his big log A farmhouse gazing upward. " 'Most W ' H ' J Sally hadn't started to school: of I ain't mistaken we're due to hev a tirst-classblizzttrd. * m sorr y them Christmas exer eises wun't held a day or two sooner. Joe'll hev a fit v* ef Sally's missin' when he gels here." "Oh. stop your nonsense, Caleb," returned his wife, with some asperity, iu which, however, a trace of anxiety was discernible. "Sally's no fool; she's been caught out in bad weather before this and knows enough to make herself and the youngsters comfortable if the worst comes to the worst. One nd think the school house was fifty miles across the prairie 'stead of on'y five. Do bo sensible." Sally Jackson, their nineteen-year old daughter, taught a district school in Lyons township, for which the com missioners of Minnehaha county al lowed her the sum of thirty dollar a month. Her father cultivated 640 acres of Dakota prairie land, and it was his success in raising corn that had earned for him tho sobriquet of "Corn" Jackson among his neighbors. Both he and his wife were pioneer set• ilers in the county where they were highly respected, the popularity of their home with the young men being greatly enhanced by the presence of their vivacious daughter, whose charms few could resist. But Joe Chalmers, a sturdy young settler living at the farther end of the county, was generally understood to be the most favored of Sally's admir ers, his good looks, abundance of mother wit and genial disposition al ways insuring him a pleasant recep tion. Perhaps the fact that he held a patent from Uncle Sam for half a sec tion of good land, on which a neat frame house had given place to the original log shack, may have added to his popularity with the old folks, whose warm welcome when he called and cordial invitation to "drop in often" when he rode away were never theless quite sincere. There was to be a real old fashioned New England dinner at Corn Jack son's homestead Christmas day, ami as Joe's claim lay thirty miles away, across the prairie trail, he had ar ranged with Sally's parents to drive over Christmas eve and occupy their guest chamber. •Toe had been mentally laying great plans for the proper spending of that Christum* eve ever since he received his invitation. He wisely figured that Sally would be kept busy Christmas •lay, first in helping her mother and later in entertaining the company, of whom tli re wore to he several aunts and uncles, together with stindrx in phews and nieces, who were sure to appropriate all Aunt Sally's atten tions. As they would not arrive until Christmas morning ,loe had deter mined to do hi«.share of monopoliz ing the night previous, and to ask Sally to be his wife was the central pivot of his plans. He was fully sat isfied that she was the only girl that could make him truly happy for life, and now that lie had thoroughly set tled this proposition in bin own mind lie was feverishly anxious to receive Sally answei That he WHS not in different Li her h< felt sure, but whether • lie liked him well enough to bt his wife was another matter. Joe LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 22, 1893. was not ft self-satisfied young man, and realized that women are complex crea tures, often loving where none sus pect and disliking where the exact re verse might reasonably be counted upon. Hence his perturbed feelings. He was aware that the Christmas ex ercises at Sally's school were to beheld the Friday afternoon preceding Christ mas, and by starting early ho hoped to reach the schoolhouse in time to take Sally home in his sleigh, a heavy snowfall the day previous hav ing spread a thick white mantle over the frozen ground. Like his prospec tive father-in-law, he, too, had taken observations of the weather after get ting -well under way, and had mentally decided that trouble was brewing. Hut a Dakotian en route to his lady love is not to be balked by the bitter est blizzard that ever blew, and if Joe entertained any qualms they wore on Sully'h account; certainly not on his own. Sally usually rode to school on a lit tle white pony, but that morning a neighbor had driven over in his bobsled with one of her pupils, promising to call at the school for them on his re turn from town. This arrangement had not disturbed Sally's tranquility in the least, for she had an intuition that Joe would be along before the ex ercises were finished, and if he should ask her to ride home with him she would—well, she would offer no ob tions. The school home was in the center of a district that was not very thickly set tled. The people were few in number and the nearest farmhouse was two miles away, but Sally's scholars had the true Dakota contempt for dis tances, and a two or even four mile tramp across the prairie twice a day was of little moment to their sturdy physiques. They wore sure of a warm room on arrival, for in the back yard was a whole cord of sawed wood, brought from the river bottom, which Sally used iu the big stove without stinting. The exercises were partially over in the little schoolroom when the teacher became aware of an atmospheric change that caused her heart to beat like a triphammer, for a ten years' resilience in the prairie country had made her an adept in reading weather signs. She had seen that queer liaze in the sky before and experienced that same palpitation in the atmosphere which she had once likened to nature trem bling at tlie fear of impending disaster. The wind shrieked uncannily down the chimney, the windows rattled in their casements und the door shook so vio lently that a chair had to be propped against it to meet the resistance. Still the girl had no thought of cur tailing the exercises, but rather of prolonging them, for, with a wisdom beyond her years, she leaped to the conclusion that the children must not be allowed to venture out in the face of the storm that was almost upon them. Lighting the lumps, s process that was rendered necessary by the leaden skies, she sent one of the boys outside to close the wooden shutters and another to bring 111 afresh supply of wood. Uefore the last recitation had been delivered and the dozen scholars had marched round the room with tiny American flags upheld, singing mean time s patriotic air, the storm burst in all its fury. Some of the little girls, alarmed at the violence of the elements, began to whimper, and Sally, to quiet them, told a Christmas story, which was having the desired effect when the chair at the door sud denly gave way and the latter, with a loud bang, flew open, admitting an icy blast, followed by a furious gust of tine snow, causing ♦lie more timid ones to shriek with fright. Sally jumped forward to close the door and found it an effort which re quired her entire strength. This time she turned the key in the look and had two of the boys drag a bench lorwurd as an additional brace. Then she re turned to the task of entertaining her scholars. It was customary for the children to eat their dinners at school, which ordinarily was not dismissed until three o'clock, but on this day the ex ercises were to occupy the forenoon only, permitting the pupils to return home in time for dinner. Consequently none of the youngsters had been pro vided with food, and all the school could muster was a sandwich and two butter biscuits which Sally had placed in her bag expecting to eat on the way home. These edibles she carefully divided among her scholars in equal propor tions, and by pretending she had re served some for herself let them eat without suffering any compunctions on teacher's account. It made a sorry meal for ten or twelve hungry boys and girls, but it was better than noth ing. Some of the older boys at first in sisted upon starting home, but after witnessing the gale that dashed past the door when it blew open, they were glad to join the circle with the rest around the stove, near which all huddled for warmth. The cold was intense. A pitcher of water that stood on Sally's desk, twenty feet from the tire, froze solid and had to be thawed out back of the stove when one of the children called for a drink. So fierce was the draught that the thick chunks of wood were quickly reduced to ashes in the fire, and by three o'clock the supply was so nearly exhausted that it was evident that more must be obtained or all would freeze to death. Although the woodpile lay within thirty feet of the schoolhouse there was great risk in venturing out to it. In that fearful blizzard, where it was impossible to see five feet in any direc- tion, to make a false step meant cer tain death, and this Sally well knew. Often she had heard her father tell of settlers losing their way iu going from the house to the barn during the progress of a blizzard and of be'ng found frozen in the snow within 'y yards of tlicir home after the 1 was over. Experiences sueli us tn.se crowded thickly on the girl's memory and resulted in anything but pleasant sensations. But Sally never shirked her duty and now bravely prepared to accom plish the dangerous feat. Knotting together some pieces of string used by the boys in playing "horse," she made a rope long enough to reach from the side window to tho woodpile. One end of this she tied to the arm of the biggest boy in the room, then unfast ening the shutter she instructed him to raise the window and pass the rope out to her when she tapped on the casement. Wrapping herself in her thick ulster she pulled tho hood over her head, cautioned the frightened children not to stir on any account until her return and then, opening tho door, plunged forward in the snow, now almost waist deep. Ugh ! How the cruel, icy blast hun grily leaped to inclose her in its deadly embrace. Fine particles ol snow dashed into her eyes and in a few seconds formed in a solid lump, completely blinding her. But the brave girl hail no intention of turning back. Closely hugging the side of the building she cautiously felt her way until she reached the further window on which slio rapped sharply with a stick. ' Unable to see on account of the frozen snow glued to her eyeballs, Sally shouted to the boy to lean out aud place the loop in her hand. Slip ping it over her left arm she then abuudoned the shelter afforded bv the building and boldly dashed into the open in the direction of the woodpile. An accurate knowledge of its loca tion led lier straight t<> the fuel and, quickly gathering an armful of the sticks, she jerked at the hue until she felt it tighten, when, guided by it, she ; staggered back to the window through j which she passed her precious load, piece by piece. Four times Sally m-de ! this hazardous journey before her i strength gave way. Then, trembling and exhausted, she crept along the ■ building to the front door and stum- | bling inside fell an inert mass upon j the door. "Teacher's dead! teacher's dead !" screamed one of the little girls, where- ' at there was n general outcry which had the effect of arousing Sally sufli- 1 ciently to reassure the children. Two j of the biggest boys helped her to a J chair near the stove, where, after rest- j ing a few minutes, the frozen snow be- j gan to dissolve and for the first time since leaving the building she could open her eyes. Four, 5, 6 o'clock came and passed without any cessation to the raging blizzard. To entertain her charges | Sally had recounted every story she knew and had invented all sorts of games for their amusement, but now their hunger asserted itself and they refused to be pacified. To add to her distress the supply of j oil in the lamps gave out, plunging the room into utter darkness save for a thin gleani of light that forced its j way through u crack in the door of the stove. Prior to this misfortune Sally | had made the children spread their outer wraps on the floor around the j fire, on which she bade them lie down, ! then taking the youngest girl in lier urms she sat in her swivel chair and in her sweet contralto voice soothed i them with simple melodies until the j tired, hungry young ones forgot their I sorrows in sleep. Brave little woman ! A dozen lives | depending on her fortitude and good sense, she had managed so far to pre- : serve her charges from harm, but she dreaded the morning, when, awakened from their slumbers, their rebellious stomachs would crave nourishment. 1 Her only hope lay iu the storm abat ing, when help would surely arrive, i for she realized how great must be the 1 anxiety of the parents for tho safety of their children. Relieved of the necessity of enter taining her sclndars, Sally's thoughts reverted to Joe, and the girl wondered if he were safe from the storm. After settling this problem satisfactorily in her own mind she began a series of in ward self-questioning something after this fashion: Did she like him? Yes ; she felt sure of that. Better than anybody else? Than Jim C'arleton, for instance, or Dick Staples? Yes, better than either of those two. Did he like her? She knew he did i><- love h«r? She ! closed her eyes, let her lips rest upon the curly locks of the sleeping child in her lap, while a blushing smile stole across her face. Did she love him? Love! What was that? To leave home, father, mother, and give her self entirely and unreservedly to him. Ah! she did not know; she could not tell; the question was too hard to an swer. At that moment Sally heard the whinny of a horse and the next instant came a voice from the storm calling in unmistakable accents, "Sally! Sally! let me in, let me in !" Did she love him? Like a flash the problem was solved. She knew by the glad leap of her pulses, the yearning of heart, the outpouring of her whole being to the man whose voice she heard that she would willingly go with him anywhere he beckoned—to the end of i the world if necessary. Placing the sleeping child on the floor she felt her way to the door, aud the next minute was folded in the arms of her lover. "O, Joe, Jear Joe," she sobbed, "I'm so glad you came. I knew you would." "My darling, my darling," was hit' response as he drew her to his breast and kissed her upturned lips, "then | you do love me?" "Better than life," she whispered as j she led his snowy figure toward the stove; "but you must be nearly! frozen?" "I was pretty cold, that's a fact," , returned Joe, "but not now. I have forgotten everything else but you." Fortunately for the sehoolnia'am the room was dark, or the children, some of whom had awakened, might \ >ve told a queer story about Miss j ing hugged by a big man in a buffalo j overcoat wearing green goggles. But I they saw nothing and Sally was too overjoyed to think of repressing lier I lover's ardor. The first transports over, Joe told j his story. The blizzard had caught him just as he reached the nearest ! farmhouse, two miles from the school. Here he was compelled to remain all that terrible afternoon and evening, in an agony of doubt and fear, within i miles two of Sally, yet utterly unable j to render lier any assistance. At the j suspicion of a break in the gale he i ha<l thrown a blanket over his horse, placed a basket of provisions in his sleigh, furnished by the farmer's thoughtful wife, anil disregauling all warnings started across the prairie | to the schoolhouse, which he reached j mainly owing to the sagacity of the horse he drove. The storm was still raging, but the \ worst was over. By midnight the stars were out, the air was stilled, the temperature had risen and only the deep, billowy snow remained to tell of the battle of tlie elements. But long before that hour Sally had aroused all the children and supplied each with a generous portion of the good things brought by her lover. There was plenty for everybody, ami by the light of Joe's lantern Sally and the young sters had such a feast that shortly j made all feel very nappy. With the abatement of the storm the parents of the children began to arrive and by 1 o'clock in the morning j the last load had driven away, a fer vent "God bless you. Miss Sally, and a very merry Christinas, cooking from Terms—Sl.oo in Advance ; 81.25 after Three Months. the depths of eao'.i ijeart as the grate ful parents realized how much they owed to the brave little schoolteacher. And Sally? Was it not a merry, happy Christmas for her? As Joe lifted her into his sleigh and tucked the big, white wolf-robe around her she leaned forward und whispered: "O, Joe, dear, I am so, so happy !" And the New Euglnml dinner was a success after nil, despite tho anxious hours passed by old Corn Jackson and his wife. As for Joe, ho was the life of the party. Ho let the youngsters hug and kiss Aunt Sally all they pleased without suffering one pang of jealousy. But every little while he slipped out in the linll when Sally was absent and made even by sundry hugs and kisses that, brought the girl back into the parlor with burning cheeks and frowzly hair. Really, I believe there never was a happier Christmas day than the one succeeding the big blizzard in Dakota. —Chicago Herald. Christmas in Many Lands. The Christmas season finds its ex pression among us in a variety of ways. The fare of old England—-the boar's head spiced and garlanded, the pea cock garnished with its own feathers— has been replaced by the turkey and the goose. But the evergreen of the season and the Christmas carol are of older date. Wo may trace their ancestry to the "Saturnalia" of the Roman. The early church saw danger to its converts in these practices and prohibited the green boughs, but later the prohibi tion was withdrawn and the custom was incorporated into the canons of the church. But these acts of natural religion were brought to us by our Saxon forefathers and are remnants of the worship of their heathen gods. In the Italy of to-day the celebra tion of Christmas is not unlike our own. The week preceding is a week of fast or fish days. Christinas Eve ushers iu tho great festival. Then as- tho children and friends to partake of a sumptuous supper, after which a curtain is withdrawn, and shows tho table of gifts wrapped in paper. The "Urn of Fate" is brought into use. Each person draws in turn, anil the presents are distributed as de termined by the oracle. Exchangee of gifts are made until each person is satisfied. In Oermuny, tha Christmas tree is the special oare of the housewife, who sees that the members of her house hold are represented, from the least to the greatest. Tho social gatherings are held on New -dear's Eve. The bells of the city ring in the new year, fol lowed by a burst of congratulation from all present, with the greeting Prosit, Neil Jahr. Christmas morning in Norway sees the roads crowed with sledges. A sim ple service in the churches is followed by an early dinner given to relatives and friends previously invited. Ten is served at 7 o'clock, after which strolling pantomimic performers are admitted. These are rewarded by sweetmeats und a little money. The men smoke while tho women talk; finally the sledges carry the guests home over tho snow in the bright moonlight. In England the theatres are turned into pleasure grounds for the children. The nursery rhymes and the popular fairy tales are acted, amidst unre strained applause from a highly appre ciative audience. Tho elders are also entertained by witty jokes and touches ou the politics and leading topics of the day. Children aro the principal actors in these pantomimes, and ar often tho bread winners at a soase when work is so scarce in England. Christmas is no longer looked up. as a time of riot and carousal. It is now universally recognized as the feast of all children because of the holy child. In our own country gift giving is no doubt the prominent fea ture. Many regret tho custom, say ing that it eugenders hypocrisy and selfishness. Our lives, they think, would bo more spontaneously gener ous if no day was set apart for gift giving. Let us therefore look to it lest we lose the spirit of Christinas, of which the gift is the mere expression for "Peace on earth aud good will to wards men." Tlte Policeman's Mistake. J#- "Excuse me, Santa, I thought you were a burglar." Christinas. Oh ' Christmas, merry Ohristmm— it really come again, With its memories and greeting. With its Joy and with its pain? Oh! Christmts. merry I'hristmas, 'TIs not so very long Since other voices blende I 111 tile enrol and (he song. _ 112 woeould but hoar them singings As they tire singing now ' If we could but ■ -ettie shining (If tin rown <>n each dear brow, There woul t be ft" sigh to smother, No ludduu tear to flow. NO. 11. A MAN MISJUDGED. The world goes by. anil fancies ho is cold. Self-wrapt ill coils of egotistic thought- Fettered with links of subtle cobweb, wrought By selrtsh meditation. Men have told Each other laughingly that once he sold Hist heart for love of knowledge—that 11 bought A calm content (so oft and vainly sought) By breaking every dear affection's hold. They read him lightly ; he has never known The loose emotions that can weep at will. The void that m#kes each passing wind its own , Yet in his breast are cavorns hard to fill- Not to be fathomed by the careless stone Of those that cast to show their petty skill. Hu is of alien character to theirs Who brand him with their foolish, worth less scorn; His careless seeming is a vesture worn To hide the troubled front of many cares , Beneath the cloak of callousness ho bears A beating heart. With sorrow often torn ; Ho has a burden heavy to bo borne Of love and sympathy; his thoughts are pray'rs. When most ho seems unheelfulhe is sad For that vast trouble which is life's below- Longing to tench the tearful to be glad, The helpless hopeful—wearying to know What food for famished spirits may be had, What solace for the mass of human woe. —Arthur C. Salmon, in Temple Bur. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Man's a fool and Cupid can prove it. Galveston News. Every dog has its time, especially the watch-dog.—Statesman. Apropos of college colors, the favor ite seems to ho yeller.—Philadelphia Record. Football players might rightly be classed as chronic kickers.—Hartford Journal. "This is a still hunt," said the man who was looking for moonshiners.— Union County Standard. It is a trying ordeal to be drawn on a jury and quartered in a fourth-rate hotel. —Boston Transcript. Sewing schools are not a bad idea. Girls generally are not too much stuck on the neadle.—Philadelphia Times. A man is very much liken razor, be cause you can't tell how sharp he can be until he is completely strapped.— Siftings. Jillson says that the man who is hab itually non-committal has no business on a police court bench.—Buffalo Courier. He—"What do you think of crema tion? Do you believe in it?" She — "No; I think it is a burning shame." —Rochester Democrat. This question every man must face As he looks his flannels throughi •'Must I purchase a new stock, Or can I make these do?" —Dnnsville (.N. Y.) Breeze. There is a great deal of truth in tho sayiug that politics makes strange bed fellows. Ballots of all parties lie to gether in the ballot box. —Harrisburg Patriot. No marriage engagement should be more than six months long; the most ardent lover gets tired of living up to his girl's ideal any longer than that. Atchison Globe. Mrs. Wickwire —"Just think—" Mr. Wiekwire—"Guess I'll have to.l never get a chance to do anything else when yon have started into talk."— Indianapolis Journal. Fin de Siecle Young Ladies: Fond Mother—' 'My daughters have received loroughly practical education ; each hem is capable of making work for i servants." —Fliegende Blatter, je's delicate, she s tender, often times ol frail physique, Jhe is dove-like,shois gontle,she is mildand she is meek. She is modest and retiring, but somehow sho finds her way Through the crowd to reach the counter ou a bargain day. —New York Press. "Sakes alive," said grandma, "what will they think of next? Here's an advertisement in the paper 'Watches Reduced.' I ain't got any watches that's too big, but if they would re duce our big clock about one-half, I think I'd like it better."—-Dnnsville (N. Y.) Breeze. "What is the matter with Dickie Van Wibbles? I saw him in the gym nasium just now going through the most horrible facial contortions." '"Oh, that's all right. Dickie is de veloping his facial muscles, so as to get a good grip on his monocle." — Washington Star. "See here," exclaimed the red headed woman in wrath, "it you ain't out of thin yard in ten minutes I de clare I'll run this umbrella down your throat and open it." "There ain't a bit o' use of that, mum," responded Dismal Dawson ; "anybody that's as dry inside as I am ain't lieediu' no umbrella inliun." Indianiipolis.loiir nnl. Wolves in Maine. It has been long since any wolves were reported in Maine, but the latest news is that a few have got across the border. Word comes from Spencer Pond that one was shot near there the other day. A woman at a camp about twelve miles from Spencer having ven tured some distance from the camp was chased by a wolf clear up to her own door, and believes she heard two or three more of the beasts tot far be hind. On her arrival « man »t the camp snatched a gun, rushed out and shot the beast before he ha 1 time to retreat to the woods. -Lewiston Jour ual. Tiie Tree as a Compass. The points of the compass can b» told from trees bv the following simple observations: The side of tlie trees on which the most of the moss is found is the north. If the tree is exposed to tho sun the heaviest H!ld longest liii)bn will lit: on the nouth side.
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