SULLIVAN JHFTI REPUBLICAN. W. M, CHENEY. Publisher. VOL. XTI. Even little Belgium spends every year $9,000,000 on her army. Ohio produces fully one-half of the total quantity of iron and steel roofing sold in the United Slates. The St. Louis Globe-Democrat states that the house property of Australia is more valuable, compared with popu lation, than in Europe, "It is somewhat oi a joke," thinks the Chicago Times, "for bankrupt Spain to talk of building a navy big and powerful enough to stand any show besides those of England or Russia." The total value of the crops of the United States during 1892 is estimated at &!,000,000,000, of which the larg est item is $750,000,000 worth of hay. The animal products, including meats, dairy products, poultry and eggs, and wool, are placed at #905,000,000 more. A consignment of about thirty stall ions, broodmares and some trotters for road and campaigning have just been sent abroad, notes the New York World. Some of the animals have been already sold, and others are taken on speculation. The idea is to intro duce the American trotter to the notice of foreign horsemen. Owing to the ruthless manner in whijh orchid hunters and other Eu ropeans have devastated the fauna and flora of the domains of Sarawak,Rajali Brooke lias decided to prohibit the collecting of natural history specimens within his territories. Many species of valuable plants native to that re gion were in danger of becoming ex tinct. Sixty per cent, of the Hungarians, more than half of the Italians, thirty five per cent, of the Austrians and Bo hemians, twenty per cent, of the British, eighteen per cent, of the Germans, forty per cent, of the Irish and ten per cent, of the Scandinavians v.'ho came to the United States between 1880 and 1890 returned to their native lands in the decade. In spite of the substantial nature ot the buildings of London fires in the great metropolis are not infrequent, observes the San Francisco Chronicle. The most destructive are those which occur in large store and ware houses, but they are generally confined to the premises or block in which they origin ate. The Fire Department of Lon don, although the English seem to think it is perfect, does not begin to approach the degree of efficiency reached in many American cities. Comparative drills show that Ameri can fire laddies turn out with much more celerity than the British. Per haps when the latter cultivate spry ness to the same extent as the Yankees lires will be less numerous and less de structive in London. The early and deep snows in the mountains of the Northwest are caus ing a wholesale slaughter of deer. The animals, compelled to leave the hills, are the easiest kind of prey for the sportsman, the pot-hunter and the wanton slaughterer. Five hunters with four dogs killed twenty-four deer in one day, and a total of lifty-ono in a six days' hunt in the Elk Creek dis trict, Oregon. The animals have been driven to the tidewater along Pnget Sound, and great numbers are being killed all or the Sound region. The Indians over the border in British Co lumbia are slaughtering the deer in droves simply for their hides, leaving the carcasses untouched. A trapper found over two hundred fresh skins in c 'e camp of Indian hunters a week or 112 go. French engineer named Bozin Ct ss to the fore with a scheme for a st jiship 011 rollers or drums. These roiiers are to be supplied with paddles, or creepers, and driven by engines, so that the craft will progress more like a street roller or a locomotive than an ordiuary ship. This scheme is spoken of as something novel and startling. In fact it appears to be identical with a scheme invented and carried forward to an experimental stage some two or three years ago. The inventor ap peared somewhere in the West, aud later was engaged in building a craft on this plan nit far from New York. Of late nothing has been heard of him and his drum ship. Did M. Bozin steal the idea from the American, or i? this another of the instances in which great disDoverios are made in dependently and almost simultaneously by different persons far removed from me another? Be that as it may, we nay depend upon it that the Ameri an, if alive and compos mentis, will ') up an a claimant in case M. Bozin kes a success of his ocean higli ier. SERVICE AND SONG. "I am worn with work and watching ; My home is humble and lone j Why lift up my voice tn singing For no hnman heart but my own?" Her notes stirred a passing poet j He sang to a mighty host j And the world is glad and better For the music sho counted lost! —G. T. Packard, in Youth's Companion. SAVEI) BY A SNOW-SLIDE. ADDLE-HOSa Af r Pete's record in the mining-camps of the San Juan A yWjk District was as nn- V/B savory as his crouching form 7 was unsightly and i his hoarse voice disagreeable. He / was a short, thick l\\olfpJm built man —if man he really was, for he had more the y-Tv appearance of a / i-Se I ~oy I si j about and leered I WE j at you with a fiond -14 | I ish grin which iif ( made you feel un- I I eas y ' n k* s pres- His brain was quick though his physical movements were slow, and he was strong as a beast. His record was that of tin horn gambler and all-round thief. Added to this he bore the repu tation of having been run out of Lead ville for horse stealing, and having es caped from Tombstone's ready-made justice, charged with a like offense. Thus he came to the mining camp ly ing in a pretty basin under the shadow of old King Solomon, one of the grandest mountains of Southern Col orado. Nine-tenths of the population had departed before the first storm had come, as was the custom in new camps in the early days before the railroads had broadened the trails and opened the passes through the Rocky Moun tains. Only* about one hundred men and women remained in camp that winter, and they had little else to do than amuse themselves. They were law-abiding and had little use for peace officers. So the town and county officials took their usual vacation with others who did not feel like facing the rigid winter which was predicted. Saddle-Hoss Pete did not go out with the majority. He usually formed a minority—of one. But he was not disappointed at their leaving him. He thought he would be able to stand it for one season. But Paymaster Bill and Big Frank, who seemed to be looked upon as guardians of the affairs of the camp, plainly told him that he must go out—that the penalty of his return would be sudden death. So Saddle-Hoss Pete departed before the second storm had come—whither no body knew. Parson Tom liiul come to the camp in the previous spring and hail made a good impression on his own kind of people, though the present remaining population knew little of him, and did not care whether he remained or not. None of them were church-going peo ple. But as the parson said lie had 110 idea of preaching, nobody objected to his staying in cam}). He gave a reason for staying that in case of death his service would be needed. Beyond that he would not intrude his offices. The extreme length of the winter had led Paymaster Bill to inquire into the parson's finances; anil, learning that there was a probability of his running short before his parishioners should return, Bill proposed to the men in the camp that a purse be raised. His suggestion was acted upon, and Paymaster Bill himself presented the hatful of money, accompanying the presentation with an appropriate ex tempore speech, in which lie advised Parson Tom of the appreciation of the donors. Parson Tom declared ho could not accept the money unless he should have an opportunity to earn it. "But we don t none of us want ter die," objected Bill, "jist ter give ye a chance ter earn the money. We'd rnther pay ye ter pray fer our con tinued good health, jist. as we drinks ter your good health w'en we makes up that purse." Parson Tom laughed, and said he hail no desire for the demise of any one, but merely wanted to give them some return for the money. That night Parson Tom appeared in Big Frank's saloon, where the entire male population was endeavoring to break the bank, having cleaned up the Corner saloon early in the evening. The appearance of the parson created a flutter, and one or two superstitious players lost every bet they made for the balance of the deal. When the end of the deal had been reached, the par son askeil their attention for a few ininues, and, mounting the platform which held the look-out chair, he thanked them kindly for their gener ous donation, and said if they would come to the little school-house on Sun ilay evening for a half-hour he would endeavor to entertain them without preaching a sermon. He declared that he could not accept their money with out earning it. Upon entering his cabin, Parson Tom stirred the fire, thinking of his visit, and.after sitting by its warmth till ae had thawed himself, he went to his trunk, which held his treasure, to look at thi' little hoard of gold and silver which these rough men of the mouutaius had so kindly donated. It was not there! Perhaps, in his excitement at his good fortune, he had hidden it from himself and forgotten the hiding-place. But, no, it was not in the cabin ! The parson was troubled. He could not believe that any of the men who LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1894. had been so kind to hiro would be guilty of robbery. And yet the money was gone. The long buckskin bag, in which he kept his money and which bore his name worked in silken thread, he found behind the trunk. When he met Paymaster Bill on the following morning, he mentioned his loss. Bill was astonished. He did not believe that any man in the camp was mean enough to steal, "at any rate, not a parson's money." The story of the loss of Parson Tom's money was told about the camp, and, while it was a mystery to some, the more irreverent smiled and said they guessed the parson was excited, and it would turn up all right in time. On Sunday the sun shone out bright and clear, and old King Solomon was as glorious a sight as one might wish to see. His biblical namesake in all his reputed glory could not have fur nished a grander inspiration. Every male person was promptly on hand that night at the little school house, and there was a sprinkle of the other sex—women who had not listened to a preacher's voice since they were little girls. The half-hour was devoted to read ing stories, which were responded to by hearty laughter and a few pathetic exclamations. When Parson Tom had finished and was about to say good-night, Paymaster Bill arose and reminded his compan ions that on the night the parson had called 011 them, it hail been proposed that a fuud be startod toward building a church. Then he added : "I don't reckon none of ye has got a notion o' backin' down on thet ther' propersition. Ef ye has, let's hear it." There was not a dissenting voice, though the amount of gold and silver dropped in the parson's pretty buck skin bag was not so large as it might have been had the parson not "lost his first winnin'." The moon had dropped down be hind the peak of King Solomon, leav ing the camp in darkness, while soft : snow fell with that monotony which J indicates a heavier fall to come. Parson Tom had just opened the j door of his cabin to step in, when a heavy hand was laid upon his throat and a hoarse voice demanded : "Give me that money ! Quick 1" The. parson was by no means a coward. He straggled with his assail ant, and together they fell into the cabin and rolled out into the light j cover of fresh snow which had fallen on the frozen crust. Muttered curses and a tighter grip upon his throat met his resistance. Parson Tom knew not how long he had lain there, and, despite the warmer temperature, he was numb with cold when he crawled into his cabin. He was so completely over come by the struggle with his assailant and the cold that he lay upon his bed in a stupor far into the night. When he aroused, the snow was fall ing in great sheets, like drifts, from the gulch above. He opened the door and looked out. He could see noth ing but the blinding storm and the .darkness which was scarcely subdued by the ghastly whiteness of the snow. He dared not venture out. No man could live an hour in that terrible storm. Rebuilding the fire, the parson sat down aud tried to think—tried to think where he had heard that voice before it demanded his money. If he could only recall that, he would be able to identify the man who had robbed him. Without that recollec tion, his claim that he had been robbed the second time would be only laughed at by the men who had been so generous in their gifts. But it was impossible to recall it, though lie knew he had hoard it and remarked its peculiar tone. Aud there he sat through the long, black night hoping against hope. It was broad noonday when he awoke, sitting by the dying embers on the hearth. The sun shone brighter than it had shone for weeks. Its hot rays melted the snow on the roofs of the houses, aud the day was like a day in spring. But it brought no joy to the heart of Parson Tom. The habitues of Big Frank's saloon had hardly settled themselves down to the pleasures or pastimes of the day—their morning hour being the noon-time—when they were startled by the ghost-like appearance of Parson Tom. In a trembling voice, ho told his story. "He plays it well," sneered Big Frank ; that's a purty good make-up ye've got on yer face. Ye'd ought ter bo a performer. There'll be chance fer ye when the variety show opens up in the spring." This speech was greeted with laugh ter by the crowd, aud the poor parson was dumb—but not deaf—with morti fication. How could he face theso men who disbelieved his very first utter ance? Ho turned to go. "Hold on ther'!" cried Paymaster Bill; "this is twicet yer say yer bin robbed iu this camp. Both times it was our money as ye was robbed of— money 'at we give ye. Now ye're got ter prove it ; fer we don't 'low no man t' accuse none 'o us 'o robbin' him the second time 'thout he perduoes ther proof." "Ther proof's n'at we wants!" shouted the crowd. I'arson Tom stood as still as death. He could not speak. "An' ther's another thing ye've got ter prove," continued Bill, as he saw the parsou would not reply ; "ye've got ter prove thet ye didn't rob some other parties besides yerself. More'n one cabin was burglarized last night; au' ef ye aiu't ther burglar, then— prove it!" But Parson Tom could utter no sound, save a groan of anguish. Could he but recall that voice! But, no! His memory failed. There be stood as dumb as though he had been born without speech, while Paymaster Bill demanded that ho prove his innocence, and the crowd, led on by Big Frank, sneered at and reviled the accused. During this trying ordeal for the parson, three men, selected by Big Frank, had gone to the parson's cabin, and there, upon the floor, had found a nugget of gold belonging to Big Frank. This they brought and flouted in the face of the trembling victim. Well he know how it had come there, but it was idle to assert or protest. His words —if he could have spoken — would have been, to these infuriated men, like the screech of a wild bird borne on the wind in a howling storm. "Ye hev no proof o' yer innocence," said Paymaster Bill, hotly, "an' we hev this proof o' yer guilt. W'at d'ye say now?" Parson Tom saw that all hope was lost, but with dying hope his speech returned, and he said with evident ef fort: "Gentlemen, I see no hope of estab lishing my innocence ; but still main tain it. That nugget of gold must have been dropped by the robber in our struggle in the cabin. If I could re call the voice I should convince you. It was none of you who did the deed, but one who has once lived here among you, though I can not tell his name. He can not live far away—perhaps at one of the idle mines or in some de serted tunnel. He went toward the gulch, for had he come this way he would have had to cross my body, as I lay there in the snow. That is all I have to say. Do with me as you must." It was useless to search the gulch— the heavy snow would not permit. And, then, these angry men had no doubt of the guilt of the parson. Only the production of the man he claimed had robbed him would destroy their belief in his guilt. The crowd grew angrier as the minutes passed. "The parson has lied," coolly re marked Big Frank, whose faith in the preacher sort had never been strong. "He's an ungrateful robber," Pay master Bill added. "Hang him !" yelled a man in the crowd. The excitement increased like the roar of the wind through the gulches in the coming of a storm. A minute more anil the infuriated mob who, in the absence of a court, had tried, con victed, and sentenced theaejused, was eager to execute the t, ntence of death. liike wild men tfiey flew to the upper end of the camp, dragging the parson with them. Convinced of his guilt, and maddened by thoughts of his ingratitude, no hand could stay them.. Quickly the preparations for the ex i edition were made. Two barrels, each of which supported an end of a broad ! plank, placed under the stout limb of I a great tree, formed the scaffold. One end of the rope was fastened to the limb, the other formed into a noose and placed over the head and around the neck of the trembling parson. "Aire ye ready?" cried the leader of the mob to the two men who were stationed at the ends of the plank ready to lift it out from under the feet of the doomed man. "Give him one more chance ter tell who robbed him," demanded Paymas ter Bill. Standing there upon that plank, with the death rope around his neck, Parson Tom's memory returned. The ugly face of his assailant, which he could not see the night before in the darkuess, was now plainly visible, and the couched form of the robber ap peared as plain as on the day he had sneaked out of camp at the command of these same men. The crowd waited almost breath lessly. "Quick !" shouted Big Frank, who was leader. "Saddle • Horse Pete !" almost shouted the parson. The crowd broke out in jeers. "Oh, no!" they said, "that can't be. He was drove out, an' he's not likely to show his head anywheres 'roun' this camp. That won't do. Guess agin." "Ye'll hev to perdnce ther body of Saddle-Hoss Pete afore the court'll admit ther evidence," said Bill. "Once agin. Aire ye ready?" shouted Big Frank. "YeR," came the calm but determ ined voices of the two men at tho ends of the plank. "Give him time ter pray," begged an unwilling participant. "Pray then !" shouted the leader. Parson Tom stood erect with bowed head. Slowly and with firmness he lifted his voice. Suddenly he faltered, turning his face toward tho mountain. Hark ! Look ! The excited group of men stood there riveted to the ground. The hands of those who held the plank were frozen as if in death's clutch. The tongue of him whose word was law was paralyze]. The sound which filled their ears carried more terror to their souls than the awful roar of battle, the rushing of the mighty waters in a storm at sea, and the rumbling of an earthquake, all combined, could have inspired. On, on it eame, tearing from their roots groat trees that had withstood the storms of generations; hurling heavy branches, logs, timbers and rocks a hundred feist above the heads of the frightened witnesses. Great clouds of snow tilled tho air and hid from view the surrounding mountains. Not a man in that group, all huddled together like so many frightened ani mals, but comprehended the situation in an instant. These men who were brave enough of heart to have fought with the in spiration of patriotism on the field of battle, or faced with fearless courage the ocean's wrath, or listened without the faintest dread to the earthquake's fearful ruinbliugs, stood treiftbling like little children in the face of a t now-slide I Swift as a meteor it came, and, like tho bursting of a thunderbolt, had spent its wrath ; and its dreadful har vest lay scattered far and wide, like dead and wounded soldiers on a battle field. And when the sky had cleared there lay, at the feet of them who held a life within their grasp, a dead and frozen human form. Tight against the breast, the clutched and stiffened fingers of the dead held the buckskin bag of money—the evidence of Parson Tom's innocence! The crowd fell back, aghast! It was Saddle-Hoss Pete !—Argo naut. SCIENTIFIC AM) INDUSTRIAL. Two hundred and eighteen thousand tons of phosphate have been mined in South Carolina during 1893. There are fifty miles of electric railway anil 1000 telephones in use in Grand Rapids, Mich., a city of 90,000 inhabitants. A deposit of iron ore has been dis covered near Chipnian, New Bruns wick. Specimens are now being tested with a view to working mines. P. Silvert, of Dohlen, Saxony, pro poses the manufacture of glass pipes by rolling down molten glass in grooves or flutes, and using a core to complete the formation of the pipe or tube. The strongest timber is said to be that known as "bilian," or Borneo ironwood, whose breaking strain is 1.52 times that of English oak. It becomes of ebony blackness under long exposure. The Yalo Medical School has re ceived a new respiration apparatus, an invention of Professor Vort, of Ger many. It is said that it will make an innovation among the medical schools of the country. Petrified horse tracks are among the curiosities attributed to Missouri. They are said to be found in the bot tom of a creek in Ray County. The ancient bird tracks of Connecticut thus have present-day rivals. The highest pressure used to drive a water wheel is claimed by a valley near Grenoble, France, where a tur bine ten feet in diameter has been operated since 1875 with a head of 1688 feet. A flow of about seventy five gallons of water per second gives a force of 1500 horse power. On French canals some boats have apparatus B/ nwian oi which they pull themselves along, drawing in (and dis charging behind) a chain cable that lies along the bottom of the canal. Formerly the machinery was worked by steam; but electricity has been used, with a trolley system, for the last two months on the Bourgogne Canal. Thousands of photographs of light j ning have been secured during the | last few years, but until last month I there was no known reeord, made in , this way, of the global ir form of ! lightning. Such a one is said to have been obtained by Dr. Kemphill, of | Kingstown, England, on November 9, j during a terrible storm. This nega tive exhibits both the ordinary sinu ous llashes, and, on the surface of the | sea, a number of fireballs, joined to gether by horizontal lines of light, and resembling "the course of a ball of wool played with by a kitten." Under the Thibetan system of poly andry, as observed by Mrs. Bishop (Isabella Bird), the eldest son alone of the family marries, and the wife ac cepts the brothers of her husband as , secondary spouses. The whole family is thus held to the home. The children I belong to the elder brother, while the other brothers are "lesser fathers." The natives are strongly attached to this custom. The women, in particu lar, despise the monotony of European monogamy, and the word "widow" is a term of reproach among them. Children are very obedient to their fathers and their mothers, and the family feeling is strongly developed. The Coat Fitted. Deacon Ironside (after the service) "Elder, 1 got in a little late this morning, but I don't think you had any right to take it out of me in your sermon." Elder Keepalong —"Take it out of yon ? How ?" "Get back at me. Ain't that what you did? I hadn't hardly got inside the door when I heard you say: 'And now comes the worst of them all, the chief rebel against the government of heaven.' And then you went on de scribing my character, and putting all failings in the worst light you possi bly could. You didn't mention no names, but I knew who you wm driv ng at, and I must siy, Elder, that I didn't like the way of—" "But, my dear Deacon Ironside, yon totally misapprehend. The subject this morning was The Rebellion In Heaven,' and when you came in I was trying to picture the depravity of Lu cifer, the arch-apostate. I am truly sorry, deacon, if I seemed to —" "Never mind, elder; never mind. We'll—h'm—we'll say no more about it. Rather a nasty morning, ain't it?" —Chicago Tribune. Foil OH in:; Her Exuinple. It is often remarked that an unac customed traveler can get on pretty well if he will keep his eyes and ears open. A native of Ireland landed at Greenock and wanted to take the train for Glasgow. Never having been in a railway station before, he did not know how to get his ticket, but he saw a lady going in ami determined to follow her lead. The lady went to the ticket box and, putting down her money, said : "Maryhill, single." Her ticket was duly handed to her J ami she walked away. Fat promptly planked down his money and shouted : "Patrick Murphy, married!"-- l'outh'u Companion. Terms---SI.OO in Advance ; 51.25 after Three Months. 01)1) LAPSE OP MEMORY. CASE OF A FARMER WHO THINKS WITH ONE BRAIN HEMISPHERE. Operation of Trephining Performed on the Skull Results In a Queci State of Aftalrs. MOST remarkable medical cast /\ has originated at Keokuk. lowa, which is giving physi cians something to study about. It is what some surgeons call Jacksonian epilepsy. The patient is P. R.Turnbull.a farmer residing at Pack wood, lowa. When he came to Keokuk he stated that he was thirty-one years old, and that when he was only ten years old his brother accidentally struck him on the back of the lieail with an ax, fracturing the skull nbovt the right ear. He says he did not suffer much from the wound until the fall of 1891. Then he began to notice a numbness in the little finger of the left hand. This numbness extended to the other fingers as time wore on, and finally his hand would experience spasms of contraction. He lost con trol of the museles to tho extent of paralvsis. Finally his entire arm, the left side of his neck and face, and his loft leg became involved, and in Sep tember, 1892, began a series of terrible epileptic fits. These became so fre quent and depressing that lately Turn bull shot himself in the breast, but the ball struck a rib, doing no Eerioue harm. Turnbull had a wife and four chil dren, and on account of his infirmity so abused his family that his wife secured a divorce. He was operated upon by surgeons at a hospital there Thursday and lias so far recovered at to relate some very queer things. The operation consisted in removing the skull in the vicinity of the old wound, which was nothing but a scar. This was trephined and a section of bono taken out. The bone was found to be much thickened ill front of the cut made by the ax twenty-one years ago and was spongy at the side. The membranes of the brain were unusually adherent. After the operation Turn bull came out from under the iu llnence of anaesthetics, and, opening his eyes as one who hail been sound asleep, asked of the attendant, a Sister of Mercy, in the hospital: "Where am I?" Wkeii told that ho was iu a hospital his amazement WHS something sur prising. He wanted to kuow how he got there, why he was there, und in reply to the explanations of the at tendant seemed more dumbfounded than ever. Then one of the operating physicians recalled the story that Turnbull had told of his accident when a child, and of all he had said concerning his ailment just previous to the operation. Turnbull looked at the physician a moment in blank amazement and then exclaimed : "Why, I never saw you before in my life!" "Do you remember all those epilep tic tits?" asked the surgeon. "I never had but two," replied Turnbull, "and they were in Septem ber, 1892. Have you told my wife of this?" asked Turnbull. Ho did not know that his wife had secured a divorce, and realizing that fact the surgeon made an evasive answer. "My God, is she dead !" exclaimed the poor mau. When assured that hi} wife was alive he exclaimed: "But something might have happened worst' than death !" Turnbull has returned to his home in Packwood, but he cannot remember a single thing that has happened since September, 1892. He thought Har rison was still President, had not hoard of Cleveland's election, nor of Boies's defeat! Ho has learned for the tirst time that times aro hard, as he spoke of money being plenty and prices for farm products high. The World's Fair and its glories area myth to him. Physicians explain the theory of this phenomenon on the statement that some people use one hemisphere of the brain to the exclusion of the other, and if some injury occurs to it the other hemisphere is brought into ser vice and old impressions are effaced. There is no doubt that Turnbull will be restored cured to his wife and family.—Chicago Times. Money in a Rabbit Ranch. ft :s not generally known that a rab bit ranch exists near South Bond on .vhat promises to be quite an extensive scale, observes the Journal of that place. J. B. Baumgartner and Mat thias Foerg are the owner of the ranch, which is located above the Narrows, and already have a barn forty feet long and divided up into stalls, all of which are now oo.mpied by bunny and his numerous progeny. The rabbits aro of the lop oared va riety, a breed exceedingly scarce and hold at fancy prices in the United States. Mr. Ban ngartnor imported tvo pairs from Switzerland ii year and a half ago, paying for them. Ho now has over sixtv rabbits from those two pairs, which shown that in rabbit farming, at least, two pairs boat three of a kind. The rabbits breed seven times a year und have from eight to ten to a litter. When full grown they weigh from fourteen t:> eighteen pounds. They are delicious out ing, their flesh being considered supe rior t.i chicken. Ac. they command from fifteen t<» twenty cents per pound, rabbit farming is much more profit able than chicken raising. Like ordinary rabbits, they are prac tically omnivorous. They t.ro beauti ful animals, with their long, silky ears Hid fluffy fur Unlike other rabbits, hey do not bnrrow except at breeding •no, ami are exceedingly tamo by na tire and easily kept. Messrs. Baum gartner uud Foerg say tnat they -.r.ve only made « fair beginning in the business anil are already plunning to tsularge their building inui ranch. NO. 18. VIRTUE. Rweet day—so cool, so calm, so bright The bridal of the earth and sky ; The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die! Sweet rose—whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipo his eye ; Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die! Sweet spring—full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie ; My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die ! , Only a sweet and virtuous soul, I.i ke seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives. —George Herbert. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Fast colors—The regimental flag in a cavalry charge.—Lowell Courier. A small soul has plenty of elbow room in a narrow-minded man.—Texas Siftings. When a real-estate agent begins to go down hill he loses ground very fast. —Texas Siftings. A man can talk himself out of a job easier than he can talk himself into one.—Atchison Globe. A baby alway* helps to make home happy—particularly when the baby ie asleep.—Texas Siftings. Professor A. "Whom do yon re gard as the greatest linguist of tho age ?" Professor B. —' 'Mrs. B."—Tit- Bits. Hicks—"Your heart goes out in sympathy for the poor?" Wicks— "Yes, but it sounds like rank egotism to say it." The new fad, pediatry, or tho telling of your fortune by your feet, is get ting science down pretty low.—Hart ford Journal. Many a chap thinks himself brow beaten when he is only beaten I>y the gray matter behind the other fellow's brow. —Puck. Checkerly—"Baw Jove, Cholly, 1 wish I knew some polite and easy way to put off duns." Stripes—"Just pay cash."—Harper's Bazar. He—"l want to marry a woman who I know knows more than I do." She "Well, if she is wise she will never let you know it."—Detroit Free Press. Chappie— "I—aw—heah that the football playah cut you out with Miss Daisy." Cholly (shuddering)—" Cut me out! He tbwew me out!"— New York Press. The Youth—"Does a man ever get too old to take any interest in life?" The Sage—"Oh, yes. But he gener ally recovers by the time ho is twenty five. " —lndianapolis Journal. "My!" exclaimed Alice, "tho Mr. Jones that Aunt Clara knows must be an awfully small man. Aunt Clara says that his wife keeps him under her thumb."—Philadelphia Times. "Is there any chance for a man to rise in this community?" asked the stranger. "There is, sir," replied the old inhabitant. "Lynched three this morning by daylight."—Atlanta Con stitution. Dinwiddie "Bookkeepers and sleight-of-hand performers have much in common." Van Braam—"How so?" Dinwiddie "They both flourish in the ledger domain."—Pittsburgh Chronicle. "It's queer about .Tavwink never taking his wife out into society any more." "Well, no it isn't; his doctor told him he should not take anything that disagreed with him."—Chicago Inter-Ocean. Wife—"l want to talk with you about some things wo need for the house." Husband—"What are they?" Wife—"Well, to begin with dear, don't you think wc need a new bon net?"—Tit-Bits. Artist—"l painted this picture, sir, to keep the wolf from the door." Dealer (after inspecting it) —"Well, hang it on the knob where tho wolf can see it, anil he'll skip quick enough."—Detroit Free Press. "And what is that a photograph of?" fcho asked of tho young man who was exhibiting his collection of instantane ous pictures. "Of a football game." "Dear me! I thought it was a lot of musicians having a quarrel."—Wash ington Star. Mrs. Dobson—"Bridget told me sho saw Mr. and Mrs. Hobson going to church this morning. I wonder what's the matter." Mr. Dobson—"Why, either Mr. Hobson has had another attack of his heart trouble or Mrs. Hobson has a new hat."—Puck. "There goes Judge Sohkem," said Meandering Mike. "An old acquaint ance of yours, I s'pose,"rejoined Plod ding Pete, sarcastically. "Oh, we're jest on speakin' terms. I know him well enough to say 'not guilty' to 'im oncet in a while."- Washington Star. Domestic (trembling) "Oh, please, I hear burglars in tho house." Mrs. Blinkers (reassuringly)—" Most likely it's Mr. Blinkers just in from the club." Domestic (positively)—"No, mum, it's burglars. They haven't stumbled against anything at all."— New York Weekly. "Can you let me have five dollars? I left all my money at home and I haven't a cent with mo," said Johnnie Fewscads to his friend, Hostetter Mo (iiiinis. "Sorry I can't lend yo five dollars. But here is a nickel car-fare. \ou can ride home ami get your money," replied Hostetter. -Texas Sittings. "I am a poet," said the young man, resolutely. "Indeed?" replied tho kind-hearted, but absent-minded, edi tor. "Yes. And I came to see if you will not give me a trial." "Dear, dear! My good fellow, I wouldn't bother about a trial. I'd just plead guilty and take my chances, Wash ingtou Post.
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