SULLIVAN JIUFE REPUBLICAN.
W. M. CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. XIII.
Every able-bodied male in Norway
has te serve in tho army.
Austria now proposes to tax cats in
order to avoid a deficit in her treas
ury.
The United States Navy Department
has been obliged to put old ships out
of commission to find crews for new
ones.
"Scrub stock and scrub farming
are always found in connection with a
scrub education," avers the New York
World.
A certain plant destroying grab has
migrated across the Mexican border
into Texas and seriously threatens all
of our future cotton crops.
New South Wales is making strenu
ous efforts to expand her export trade.
The latest experiment is a consignment
of frozen rabbits for the English mar
ket.
The New York Advertiser observes
that England's prejudices do not inter
fere with enormous purchases of our
apples and the well beloved Yankee
oyster.
It is predicted by scientists that in
300 years ihe earth will flop and cause
the north and south poles'to change
places, and that in 30,000,000 years
from now the sun will become ex
tinct.
The tumulus on tho top of Parlia
ment Hill fieldf, London, is to be
opened. It is popularly supposed to
be the burial place of Boadicea, the
British warrior queen. A group of
statuary to her memory is to be erect
ed on the spot.
Horses are now being shipped from
this country to Europe, and our ex
ports of horses exceed in valuo those
imported. Formerly we bought a
great many horses from Europe for
purpose of improvement, but Europe
is now drawing on us for horses for
the same purpose.
Desiccated milk began to attract at
tention more than twenty years ago.
It was them called lactoline, and, ac
cording to accounts of the period, an
addition of nine parts cf water would
reduce it to fresh milk. The New
York Sun maintains that the modern
condensed milk is an improvement
upon this eailier product.
The New York Independent says.
It is not often that we bear of a rail
road being built from other, than
business reasons, but the new Mont
fort Colonization Railway, which has
just been opened, extending from
Montreal, Canada, northwest to Arun
del, a distance of thirty-threo miles,
is said to have been constructed solely
for religious and philanthropic mo
tives.
In a law court at Halle, Germany,
the other day a man named Wetzstein
was arraigned on separate indictments
for the murder of two women, and in
each case a sentence of death was
passed upon him. But this was not
all. The man was further charged
with the attempted murder of two
more women. For these two offenses
he was, notwithstanding the death
sentences, gravely condemned to fifteen
yearb' imprisonment.
Probably one of the most interest
ing Beets in Russia is the Dukhobor
tsi, inhabiting large districts in West
ern Transcaucasia, remarks the New
York Independent. Their name,
"Wrestlers with the Spirit," indicates
that the society at its beginning had
views analogous to those of the Ger
man Pietists. They were men of
strong character andfaitb. But as
time went on and activo persecution
of them ceased, they began to show
signs of worldliness, to amass money
and land, and forget their pristine
simplicity of life. News from the
Caucasus now states that a strangely
interesting revival movement is stir
ring these people. Their leader,
Verigin, has called upon them to di
vide their property equally among all
the brethren, and in response to his
call some of the richest Dukhobortsi
have relinquished everything they
possess, one man, probably the rich
est among thero, having cheerfully
withdrawn his whole property of
SSOOU from tho - bank and distributed
it among his less opulent brethren.
Verigin has ordered in all the women
of the sect who are in service in
neighboring towns; they are not to
leave their homes in the future. And
in view of the possibility of a future
relapse from the faith their ener
getic leader is stirring them up to
leave the fat lands of tho Caucasus for
the remote and desolate steppes of tho
province of Archangel on the shores
of the White Sea. The Dukhobortsi
number about one hundred thousand.
Self-murder is decidedly on the in
crease in Christian countries.
The chief obstaelo to commercial
progress in Persia is in tho unsatis
factory stete of the roads.
There are as yet as many unpub
lished sermons of the late Kev. C. H.
Spurgeon as will requiro another ten
years to get out.
Nitrate has doubled iu consumption
during the past ten years, and Colonel
North, the nitrate king, is afraid that
the supply will soon fall short of the
demand.
Sinco the battle of Waterloo tho
Rothschilds have laid by $2,000,000,-
000 for a rainy day, and one estimate
of their wealth by tho year 1965 is
&60,000,000,000.
Tho shrinkage of valuo of horses in
1893 is estimated to be over $25,000,-
300, and tho total loss in falling off of
prices will, tho New York World esti
mates, aggregate $60,000,000, since
the commencement of the present de
pression of values.
A St. Louis man is now being treat
ed by two Chicago physicians for ly
ing, asserts the Atlanta Constitution.
He has an uncontrollable mania for
falsehood, and his physicians will soon
perform an operation on him for tho
purpose of affecting a cure. Tho re
sult will bo awaited with anxious in
terest.
Nell Nelson writes to the New York
World from Paris: "Not long ago a
collego woman went down to Thiers to
teach school for tho winter. The
promise of eighty pupils was a tempta
tion, but on reaching the colony of
soot-begrimed and smoke-stained
smithies slio found that tho position
paid $5 a month and tho teacher
was expected to furnish tho fuol
for tho wintsr."
In Paris, according to a rccont enum
eration, thero are more tailors, up
holsters, bpnnet-makers, barbers, ad
vocates, and men of letters than in any
other city of tho world. London has
the most cab and carriage proprietors,
engineers, printers, booksellers and
cooks. Amsterdam is ahead on gen
eral dealers and money lenders. Brus
sels is celebrated as the city where the
largest number of boys smoke. Naples
has the most streot porters. Berlin
has the largest number of beer drink
ers. Florence excels iu flowers sell
ers, and Lisbon contains the most
bailiffs.
An interesting New England custom
is that mentioned by Harper's Weekly
which provides that stockholders of
the Boston and Albany road shall rido
free to Boston from any point on that
road to attend tho annual stockhold
ers' meeting in Soptember. They
show their stock certificates instead of
tickets, and thoy have all the week to
get homo in. So it happens that in
stockholders' week peoplo from west
ern Massachusetts flock to Boston to
do their shopping, and crowd the ho
tels. A similar concession by other
railroads in other States would tend to
popularize small holdings of railroad
stock.
The black ladybird of Australia,
which was introduced into California
two years ago to exterminate the black
scale and like orchard parasites, has
not belied its reputation, announces
the New York Post. To these pests
it has proved so relentless an enemy
that in some parts of the State, nota
bly Santa Barbara County, scarcely
any insect life remains for the suste
nance of the ladybird. Trees which,
two years ago, were covered with the
secretions of the scale, which, in fact,
seemed irremediably ruined, are now
clean, bright and vigorous. "It is
difficult," says an expert, "to place a
pecuniary estimate on the valuo of tho
enemy of the black scale. In one re
spect, however, tho saving in spraying
and fumigating will probably repre
sent SIOO,OOO a year to the horti
culturists of California. One fruit
grower alone has of late years been
compelled to expend from S3OOO-to
SSOOO per annum for this purpose,
while there are four or five growers in
Los Angeles County alone who each
pay out an average of SIO,OOO annu
ally in battling against tho black
scale. All this will be saved, for tho
little beetle costs nothing. Then, in
addition to the economy, the trees
will be more healthfnl and consequent
ly will bear moro plentifully and a
better quality of fruit. The officers
of the Board of Horticulture are satis
fied that the black scale is doomed, as
was the cotton cushion, and aro now
turning their attention to the discov
ery of a parasite that will war on tho
red seale, which is causing so much
annoyance and loss to tho orange
growers of the South."
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, DECEMBER 14. 1894.
THE LILY AND THE POST.
A lily on the highland lay,
Beneath the fierce and scorohing ray
Of midday summer sun.
It ohanoed a poet, passing by,
TJpon the Illy cast Ills eye ,
His sympathy It won.
"Poorlittlo flower," he pitying said,
"Who left thee thus with drooping head
Beneath a burning sky ;
Ah, me! It was a thoughtless deed
To cast thee forth, like common weed,
To wither and to die.
"Away from cool and grateful shade
Of garden bed or mossy glade,
Where, erstwhile, thou didst bloom,
My heart with pity bloods for thee,
Thus treated so despitefully,
And left to such a doom.
"The lily is the spotless flower,
The emblem of the priceless dower,
Of purity of heart.
King Solomon, in all his power,
Was not arrayed like thee, sweet flower,
Thou work of Nature's art.
"Xcannot leave thee in thy need,
Amid the dust to pant and bleed.
I cannot leave thee so.
Closo by thee lies a lovely mere,
Whose sparkling waters bright and clear.
O'er water lilies flow.
"Upon Its coo!, refreshing breast,
I'll lay thee gently down to rest,
And banish all thy pain.
The water sprites will ohango thy shape,
AnJ, as a 'Lily of the Lake,'
Thou yet sholt bloom again."
—Tho Academy.
MANDV'" OKfl'iV.
d WONDER," reflect
ed Mrs. Bentley,
"why 'Mandy don't
feed them chick'ns
—'ts high time they
was fed ! 'Mandy !
Hoo-00-hoo! Hoo
oo-boo! You 'Mon
ies, maw, what
d'you want?"
Agirluboutsoven
tcen years old came
out the kitchen
door, and stood
looking at her mother. Mrs. Bentley
was twenty or more steps away, and
tho chickens were making HO much
uoiso she had to raiso her voice to a
disagreeable, rasping pitch. "What'd'
I want! Why, I want ter know why
you don't feed them chick'ns, missy
—that's what I want! Step around
lively, now, 'n'don' forget's Cbris'mas
Eve, 'n' a lot o' extry work ter bo
lone. You ao' 'a if you didn't care
whether the minister hod anything fer
dinner tomorrow 'r not!"
"I don't care," said tho girl, with
sullen emphasis. She came out into
the lane, and stood near her mother.
Her apron, gathered up in her left
hand, was full of wheat. With her
right hand she began scattering it on
the hard, ungrassed ground.
"Mebbe you think 'tis fun ter hev
ministers V their wives V a lot o'
children ter cook 'n' work fer an
Cbris'mas," she said; "but I don't.
I wish Chris'mas 'ad never come- fer
all the good it does us! Maria
Quackenbush's paw's got her a new
org'n," she added, suddenly. A glow
af eagerness came across her face, but
faded almost instantly.
"Has he?" said Mrs. Bentley,
stolidly watching the chickens.
" 'N 'ts twenty-four stops, maw."
"What has?"
"Tho org'n Maria's "paw got 'er fer
Ohris'maF."
Tho elder woman shut her Hps to
gether with a kind of grimness.
"1 guess it won't givo no better
music than one with twenty-two," she
said.
"No," said 'Mandy, with a sigh of
indifference. "Oh, maw," she added,
'Suddenly, with a very passion of long
ing in her tone; "d' you think paw'll
ever get mo 'n org'n fer Chris'mas?"
"I do' know," replied her mother.
"Looks kind o* like snow, don't it?
Which o' them pull'ts 'i' you go'n' ter
kill fer termorrow?"
"I do' know; any of 'em's fat
enough."
A dull grayness lowered upon the
farm. The wind whistled a little as it
came around the corner of the big
barn, and pushed some stray looks of
the girl's hair across her neck. A
horse came runningup from the lower
pasture, and looked over the tall bars,
neighing and pawing the ground im
patiently. F-.r off, down near tho
river, was the tinkle-inKle-inkle of a
cow bell.
"There comes tho cows," said Mrs.
Bentley, sighing unconsciously. It
was a sigh of resignation, however,
for Mrs. Bentley had been a farmer's
daughter before she was a farmer's
wife. "There!" she exclaimed, in
mild triumph, as acock crew, "Didn't
I tell you it was go'n' tor storm? You
can tell it by the mournful sound o'
thet rooster's voice. Oh, say, 'Mandy!
Dick Underwood got home las' week
from town ter spend Chris'mas V
New Year. I just heard it while you
was out gether'n' punk'ns!"
"I kuowed it yesterday," said the
girl. She did not stir or lift her eyes,
but a faint color came into her face
and a pulso in her throat began to
beat quickly.
Her mother gave her a keen, search
ing look.
"I guess he'll mos' likely be go'n'
ter Maria's ter-morrow, a-seein' her
new org'n," she said, looking away.
"Yes, I guess," said the girl. After
a moment's hesitation, she added:
"Maria's maw got 'er 'n offul pretty
new dress."
"Did she?"—with a look of inter
est. "What's it like?"
" 'T's a sort o' brown 'n' gold stripe
—camel's hair. "T's offul pretty,"
added the girl with a kind of bitter re
luctance.
Mrs. Bentley was awed into silcnc.
for a moment in contemplation
Maria's splendor; then she gave a lit
tle sniff of contempt.
"Well, I don't see where them
Quaokenboshes git so much money ter
spend on foolishness! They got just
the same fer their pertatos as we did
—'n' they didn't have no bigger crop,
I know. 'N' they ain't sold their
hawgs yet. It beat me where they git
their money ter pay fer things!"
"She's got a pair o' gloves ter
match, too."
"Lan' sakes! Just *s if that pair o'
gray ones she got 'n the spring wasn't
good enough ! It beats me. Well,
there's one thing mighty sure t They
needn't any of 'em think she's go'n ter
look better in all her finery than you'll
look 'n thet peacock blue o' your'n 1"
" 'T's 's old 's tho hills," said the
girl. Her lips quivered, and there was
an undertone of tears in her voice.
Her mother looked at her in mute sym
pathy.
"Maria Quackenbnsh ain't got no
such figger's your'n," she said, after
a little, taking stock of the girl's good
points; "nor no such hair, 'n' she
don't know how ter do't up like you
do. I don't suppose he'll take a no
tion to her."
"Who will?" Thero was a conscious
look on tho girl's face.
"Dick Underwood."
"Who's a-car'n' whether he does 'r
not?" exclaimed 'Mandy, with an
exaggerated affectation of scorn and in
difference that but poorly concealed
the deep hurt her mother's words had
given. "He's wolcome to, 'f he wants
to! Nobody 'll hender 'im, I guess."
"Hev you got them chick'ns fed?"
"Yes." Sho shook the last grains
of wheat from her apron. Her face
was flushed, and tears were very close
to her eyes now.
As she turned toward the house,
there was a clatter of unevenly gallop
ing horses on tho winter ground, and
up to the gate dashed Maria Quacken
bush and Dick Underwood, laughing
noisily, and with a great deal of color
in their faces, as if they had been rid
ing recklessly.
"Whoa!" cried Muria, with spirit.
"Whoa, I tell you! Hello, 'Mandy!
How do you do, Mis' Bentley! Guess
my hair's down my back, ain't it?
My ! I must be a sight! But when you
git this horse warmed up, you can't go
slow on him I"
"Won't you git down 'n' come in?"
asked Mrs. Bentley, with cold and un
mistakable disapproval. "How do you
do, Mr. Underwood? My! how you
have changed ! 'Mandy !"
'Mandy came to the gate, blushing
aud looking rather shy and awkward.
The young man jumped off his horse
and shook hands with her through the
gate.
"I've only changed in looks," he
said, with shining eyes. "No, we
can't come in to-night. We promised
Mrs. Quackonbush we'd be back early
to supper."
"We're go'n' ter hev some music 'n'
sing'n'," said Maria loftily. "I've got
a new org'n fer Chris'mas, 'Mandy."
"Yes, I heard," said 'Mandy, faintly.
"Got twontv-four stops 'n' two knee
swells—a loud 'a' a soft. 'T's got a
high back, 'n' places fer lamps 'n'
vases. Can't you come over ter night ?"
"No, I guess not," said the girl.
The color had left her face, and she
was looking pale.
"No," said Mrs. Bently, with a hard
look in her eyes, "she'll hev ter do all
tho work ternight. I'm a-go'n ter
town."
"Why, maw!" exclaimed 'Mandy,
in amazement. "'lt' you, honest?
What you go'n'fur?"
"I'm a-go'n' ter git some things fer
dinner termorrow. I'm all out."
She began drumming with her coarse
red lingers on the gate. There was a
look of 6udden resolution—almost
stubbornness—on her face ; and a cold
glitter, like steel, in her eyes—especi
ally When she looked at Maria.
"I wish you c'u'd come," said that
young lady, airily, to 'Mandy, flick
ing her horse's ears with her whip;
"I've got lots ter tell you"—simper
ing—" 'n' just piles ter BIIOW you.
I've got a new drees that'll make your
mouth water!"
"Hunh 1" sniffed Mrs. Bentley, toss
ing her head contemptuously.
" 'Ts brown 'n' gold camel's hair—
offul fine—'n' it cont a dollar-'n'-a
quarter a yard."
"Hez you paw sold his hawgs yet?"
asked Mrs. Bentley, with sudden and
startling significance. But evidently
nothing could shake Maria's self-sat
isfaction to-day. She returned with
placidity Mrs. Bentley's intense gaze.
"I do' know," sho replied lightly.
" 'N* I've got a pair o' gloves tor
match, 'Mandy. Guess you better
come, after all. Well, we'll hov ter
be go'n', Mr. Underwood"—she gave
him a decidedly and boldly coquettish
glance, whereat poor 'Mandy turned
paler and Mrs. Bentley's face assumed
a fairly purplish tinge—" 'r we'll be
late. Good-bye! Hope you'll hev a
good time ter-morrow."
"Good night," said the young man,
with a lingering look through the gate
at the pale, pretty face and wide, hurt
eye a. "I wish you a very happy
Christmas 1"
"Good-night," said 'Mandy, with a
poor smile that was hardly a smile at
all.
"Now, you go right 'n tho house
'n' do up all the work, 'Mandy," said
Mrs. Bentley, taking up a slop pail
and walking with quick, resolute
strides. Every step seemed to say,
"I've made up my mind! I've made
up my mind!" "You tell Peter tor
hitch Dock 'n' Charley ter the spring
wag'n, while I'm dress'n. 'N' you
hurry up, too, so's I can git off before
you paw gits back! I won't git home
to-night; I'll put up at Mis' Huntly's.
Hurry up!"
Too occupied with her own reflec
tions to give more than a passing
thought to her mother's sadden reso
lutions, and eager to get her pale face
away from those solicitous eyea,
'Mandy gladly oboyed.
Twenty minutes later Mrs. Bt at ev
camo from the house, dressed for town,
and crossed the lane to the barn.
"I'll show them Quaokenbußhes 'f
they can walk over my girl 1" she was
saying. Her lips were shut firmly
together, and there was an ominous
look in her eyes. Mandy's paw'll
never git stirred up ter the pitch o'
gitt'n 'n org'n; 'n' what's the sense o'
my keep'n that hundred dollars tei
bury myself with? Guess I'll git
buried decent somehow. 'N' then a
'ticin' Dick Underwood down there on'
the strength o' a new org'n 'n' a new
dress!" Her tone was bitter now in
deed. "I'll show 'em!"
She climbed into the wagon over tho
front wheel, and took up the reins
with decision.
"flit up," she said, in a tone not to
be trifled with.
As she passed the kitchen, she looked
in, but 'Mandy was not in sight. The
ominous look deepened on the mother's
face. "I'll show 'em," she muttered
again. The wind whistled around tho
corner, and brought with it the first
flurry of snow.
The ground was whito when Mrs.
Bentley drove with a flourish of tri
nmph into the barn yard. 'Mandy
ran out, bareheaded. Sho was still
pale, and her oyes looked as if she had
not slept.
"Oh, maw!" she cried. "What you
got there?"
"Stop holler'n'," said her mother
grimly. '' 'Tis a new org'n fer you—
'n' 'ts got twenty-eight stops 'n' three
knee-swells!"
"Oh, maw!" exclaimed 'Mandy,
completely overcome. Then—' 'you're
a holler'n' yourself! '.Say, maw, what's
the third swell fur?"
"1 don't know what 'ts fur, but 'ts
there. 'N' I guess I can holler 'f I
want to, because I've showed 'em!
'N' I've got a dress fur you thet cost a
dollar 'n' a half a yard, 'n' two pairs o'
gloves ter match!"
"Oh, maw!" gasped 'Mandy,
"you're a holler'n' offul!"
" 'N' Dick Underwood told me he
was com'n' ter see tho new org'n. 'N'
he asked mo 'f I thought you liked
him liko you ustcr, 'n' like ho likes
you! So, 'f I ain't showed them
Quackenbushes, missy, I'd like tei
know who has! 'N' I guess I can hol
ler 'f I want to!"
Over.Sensitivo People.
There is a class of people with
whom it is painful to come in contact.
Very nice, they may be, and good in
all respects, but the fact that they aro
gifted with an undue amount of sensi
tiveness makes life often a burden to
themselves and to others. In many
cases this intense sensitiveness has ite
origin in childhood when children are
made much of, until they grow to be
wonderfully conscious of themselves.
If parents, when they see the dawning
of this trait, which grows to be such
a painful one awhile, would do all
they could to check and discourage it,
if those who have a temperament
which inclines them to sensitiveness
would call to their aid all the common
sonse they possess and reason out the
causes for oflense which meet them sc
much oftener than they meet others,
and consider how much of it has ite
origin in imagination, both they and
the world would be gainers. The busy
world has no time to stop to listen to
small complaints, and complainers are
apt to be left in the background, and
sometimes to be so pushed aside as to
really have some grounds for discon
tent. The wisest plan is to try as fat
as possible to forget self. The slights
which are usually so trying may be ig
nored, for it is not a matter of so
much importance how one is treated ae
it is the effect it has upon the char
acter. That effect is lasting, the other
is but transient.—Christian Herald.
The Latest Thins: iu Shoes.
. Perhaps the most striking thing
among the late offerings in sole shapes
is tho last that turns almost skyward
at the toe. The curve begins at the
ball, and the toe very much resembles
the peaked, turned-up front of some
centuries ago that had to be chained
to the knee, only that it is not nearly
so long, says a writer in Boots and
Shoes Weekly.
It was not so very long ago that the
turned-up toe was in vogue with us,
made with a stiff, unyielding, heavy
sole-leather bottom. The advocates
of this shape contended then that this
was the proper form for the sole of the
shoe, becauso the foot assumed this
position in progression. But there
was no provision made in it for the
foot at rest.
If this new style of turned-up toes
is adopted, however, the modern
flexible sole will in some degree
mitigate tho evils of such a shape by
permitting the toes of the foot to
press downward partially at least.
This seems to bo one of those novelties
in footgear that is more calculated
for novelty than comfort.
Progress In Ireland.
Statistics just published show thii
during the past year 60,000 acres ol
land havo been reclaimed in Ireland.
Horses and mules have inoreased in
the island by nearly 10,000. Sheep
and cattle have decreased 316,000 and
72,000, respectively; but, on the
other hand, pigs havo inoreased to the
extent of 237,000, and tho poultry
census shows a goose and two fowls
for every man, woman and ohild in
Ireland, with ducks and turkeys in
equal abundance.— New York World.
lllgh Price for a Bull.
At a recent sale of Aberdeen-Angus
cattle, the property of a Mr. Grant, of
Scotland, the yearling bull, Boas, sold
for $1450, claimed to be the highest
price ever paid for a bull of the breed.
He was bought for an Irish breeder.
The average for the forty-two animals
sold was about SIBO each.—New York
World.
TermS"-SI.OO In Advance ; 51.25 after Three Months.
QUKEIt HUNG) Fo;i SALE.
KOTBT PURCHASES THAT MAY 3B
jIADE IN NEW YORK.
Time and Water Are Daily IJa usht -
People Who tsell Tlielr Bodies—
Autographs of Famous People.
IN New York, as in other great
cities, where the fight for life is
the fiercest, thero is a price for
everything—even, under certain
conditions, for the very air we
breathe. Fatheir Timo himself is ou
sale. The Westnrn Union Telegraph
Company has desks iu the Naval Ob
servatory in Washington. Four min
utes before noon the wire? ; the sys
tem all over the United States aro
cleored of business, and the instant
the sun passes the seventy-fifth mer
idian electricity carries the news to
every city. The time-ball falls in
New York at noon, iu Chicago at 11
a. m., in Omaha at 10 a. in.and iu
San Francisco at 9 a. in., in simultan
eous obedience to that single click
from the instrument at Washington.
In all the large cities the Western
Union ha 3 supplied business houses,
bank and offices with electric clocks,
that respond immediately to tho daily
mandate. Each of there rent for $lO
per year, and in New York alone over
8000 have been put up. Last year's
revenue to the telegraph company
from the sale of time approximated
$1,500,000.
Water is Eold regularly to the ships
in the harbor and the "water boats,"
with big tanks on board, are familiar
objects to all yachtsmen. Brooklyn
ites will recall tho discomfit, incident
to the breaking of a big main not long
since and the people of Newark cau
not forget the annoyance and cost of
their experience three years ago. The
supply from the Passaic was like mud
eoup and, for the time being, the
owners of an artesian well in the
Oranges did. a large trailo in water.
The householders of Roseville, and
those even further downtown,watched
for tho morning water carts more
eagerly than ever a milkman was
awaited, and saw a sufficient quantity
for the day provided befoic taking
train for New York.
Ordinarily there is no sale for air,
but, liko water, when a man wants it
he wants it "mighty bad." Tins for a
while was the ease at Libby Prison,
where, before the prisouers organized
a sort of government of their own, it
was customary for the stronger men
to get as near the windows as they
dared and then sell their places to
weaker comrades who were gasping
for breath. Fire, of course, in tho
form of various combustibles is a rec
ognized commodity.
One frequently hears of thoso who
suffer from strange anil incurable dis
eases and who make comfortable their
last days by selling their bodies to the
surgeons for dissection.
Reduced gentlewomen often derive
revenue by chaperoning and intro
ducing to good society the daughters
of the newly rich. Invitations to se
lect balls occasionally represents a
large outlay, and it probably costs as
much to get into the swell set as it
does to gain a seat in Congress. The
social aspirant makes "presents,"
while the political is "assessed."
Relics, sacred, profane and ghastly,
have their price. Autographs of fa
mous people are always in demand,
and a bit of the rope with which a
murderer has been hanged is valued
by gamblers and the supers'itious. In
Paris it is oustomary, once a year, to
sell at auction the personal effects of
those who have been executed, and
this always attracts a largo crowd of
purchasers. Locks of hair from tho
heads of noted beauties or celebrated
men are marketable.
Charms, including, of course, the
rabbit's foot, bring revenue to their
cunning devisers, and astrologers and
fortune-tellers have a clientele re
spectable in numbers. Lucky stones
and mad-stones are prized by those
who believe in their virtues.
Consumptives often pay for tho
privilege of drinking fresh blood as it
pours from the necks of butchered
animals at the slaughter houses, hop
ing that tho sanguine draught may
stay the ravages of disease. The big
hotels in New York and elsewhere de
rive some incomo from tho sale of un
spoiled scraps of food to the keepers
of cheap restaurants, and thus the
latter are ablo to serve their patrons
with largo bowls of stew at a maxi
mum price of ten cents.
On the east side of this city several
people eko out a scanty living by
writing letters for the illiterate. Even
the four-leaved clover may be turned
into coin. A big business is done in
selling electricity and steam power,
while many a man in New York is
paying a high price for sunlight. A
"view" adds materially to the value
of a house. —New York World.
Effects ot Electric Lights on Folia?e.
In the larger cities, where shade
trees are few and scattering, electrio
lights seem to havo no visible effoot
upon their foliage. In the towns and
villages, however, many of which bave
their electric light systems, the effect
is very noticeable, the leaves appear
ing as though they had been subjected
to the blighting breath of a liarmat
tan. The question was recently dis
cussed at a meeting of the Eastern
aboriculturists, the conclusion being
that trees need darkness in order that
they may sleep, and that being con
tinually kept awake and active they
have been worn out, and made pre
maturely old by the aotion of the
light. That this is probably the cor
rect solution of the mystery of tho
drooping leaves may be judged from
the fact that similar trees in the
neighborhood of those affected (though
not exposed to the illumination) still
retain their color and seem bright and
strong.—Chicago Herald.
NO. 10.
THE MODERN OAMS.
llow they jam 'urn,
How they ram 'em,
How they slam 'em.
In tho football game I
How they squirm with
Ghoulish Joy,
When they've killed
Eome bright young boy I
How they roar and
How they laugh
When they've crushed
Borne youth In half,
In tho football game I
How they mangle,
now they strangle,
How they wrangle,
In tho football game!
How sweetly soft
Their joyous tono",
Mingled with ilio
Awful groans!
Listen to thoir
Happy cries
When they've knocked
Out somo one's eyes,
In the football game !
—Harold McGrath, In Truth.
lIUUOU OF THE DAY.
Keep off tho grass—Lawn mowers.
A theorist is a man with perfect con
fidence in his imagination.
Tho competition of vanity has done
much to swell many a fund for char
ity.
It is the first step that costs; and
sometimes it costs so much that wo
can't afford to take a second.
There is nothing poetical about
money. Distant prospects of it lend
no enchantment to the view.—Puck.
A gallant youth—a pretty miss—
A trolloy car that's dark—
Would it bo right to say that this
Was an electric spark V
—New York Herald.
The samo woman who laughed at
you with riches, will srui'o with you
at poverty —if she takes the notion.—
Puck.
"I'll tell you a tale that is positively
hair raising." "For Jupiter's sake,
tell it to Jobson ; he's bald headed!"
—Judge.
Some men show remarkably good
taste in their selection of ties until
they put their necks into tho matri
monial halter.—Statosmau.
"Virtue lends dignity to a mau,
but wickedness sometimes lends dol
lars," said a cynic who had never
dared to tell a lie."—Puck.
Bacon—"lt's not difficult, nowa
days, to got men to do your bidding."
Egbert—"No; I've often noticed tho
dummies abont an auction room."
Can a woman a secret keep?
There is one such, I'll eugago,
As tho years upon her creep
'TIs tiio secret of her age.
—Judge.
The man who never knows when he
is beaten would be perfectly happy if
he could get rid of tho suspicion that
other people may bo better posted.,—
Puck.
Miss HasbeeD—"l'm very trrid af
ter the party last night." Little Ethel
—"Yes, you must be. Sister says you
held tho wall up tha whole evoning."
—Brooklyn Life.
She—"l like this place immensely
since they have had tho new French
chef." Ho (weak in his French, but
generous to a fault) - -"Waitah, bring
chef for two."—Harlem Life.
Mr. Snapp —"Is the gentleman in
the nest room a somnambulist ?" Land
lady— "Gracious goodness, no; for
generations back they've all boon Bap
tists. " —Chicago Record.
There's heads and heads and heads and
heads,
Long heads, round heads, and flats;
Some heads are mado to carry brains,
And some just carry hats.
—Spare Moments.
"Why'did the football game stop?"
"The ball got mashed to a pulp."
"How did that happen?" "A practi
cal joker on one of the teams slipped
a wig on it during tho game."—Puck.
Patron (to laundryman)—"John,
how did it happen that tho Japanese
killed so many Chinamen in the last
battle?" John—"Noteeknow. Maybee
bigee rain makee bad runnee."—New
York Weekly.
"I don't see how you dare trust
yourself to young Dr. Pills. Ho hasn't
any patients." "That's just tha poiut.
He strains every nerve to keep me
alive; I'm his only source of income."
—Harper's Bazar.
"Every tree can bo distinguished by
its bark," said Twynn. "I deny that,"
Jreplied Triplett. "Natjio one that
cannot." "I maintain that a singlo
trce cannot be distinguished by its
bark."—Detroit Free Press.
"And what kind of a chin has she?"
she asked, as he paused in the middle
of an attempt at description of her
features. "A movable one," said he,
after a moment's sober thought. And
then ho heaved a deep and pensivo
sigh.—Somerville Journal.
The poet was in a brown study, and
his wife was sewing ovor by the win
dow. "A penny for your thoughts,
Algernon," she said, looking up at
him. "That's just it, my dear," ho
replied. "A penny is about all I oan
get for thom, and that's what worries
me."—Detroit Free Press.
Drugging Fisli.
There are various drugs that havo
been employed for stupefying or
making fish so drunk that they oould
be caught by hand or with small dip
nets; but fortunately for the fish,
laws have been passed in nearly if not
all of the States prohibiting tho use
of such means for taking fish. In
many old books of recipes the cocou
lUß berry is reoommended as the beat
material for this purpose, but we do
not think the Fish Commissioners
would care to have us tell you how to
prepare the noxious compound. —New
York Sun.