SULLIVAN JSIFC REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. XIII. It is said that Canada has never had ft general panic. Nearly a million tons of butter are manufactured in tho United States every year. Thcro is a steady decline in the number and tonnago of steam and sailing vessels launched In Great Britain. According to Printer's Ink, it would cost 812,150 to put a ten-line adver tisement in all tho newspapers in this country. More than GOO plans havo been sent in for the construction of tho Paris exposition of 1900, and it is proposed to have them exhibited in the Palais d'lndustrie, which is the only gallery largo enough to contain them. Competition between Eastern and Western farmers is yearly growing less, declares the New York Tribune. In years past the Western man had the advantage of cheap lands; but the Eastern farmer has tho advantago of o near-by market. Tho San Francisco Chronicle feels that Alpine climbers will read with disgust of the proposed railroad and elevator to tho very summit of the Jungfrau. Timo was, and it was not so many years ago, that this mountain was regarded as a dangerous peak and the feat of climbing it was notworthy. Since then tho Matterhorn and other Alpine peaks havo taken its place in tho ambition of mountain climbers. With a railroad to the summit and a hotel perchod on tho topmost point of this historical mountain much of the romance will go out of Alpine climbing. The Cook's tourist is fatal to the enthusiasm of travel. James M. Glenn, President of tha Cincinnati Chamber of Commerce, writes in the North American Review: "The South this season has boon fa vored v. ith an enormous crop of cot ton and an exceptionally largo pro duction of corn, with also an excel lent yield of tobacco, and although market prices may be low, especially as to cotton, the fact remains that tha co3t of production, taking into con sideration not only tho question of labor, but recognizing tho completo utilization of tha by-product which was formerly wasted, is now greatly reduced, and the net result is a favor able one. Tho sugar interest, it is to bo hoped, may steadily continuo in advancement, accompanied ultimately with remunerative results. The pro duction of rice in the South is extend ing, and will undoubtedly assumo vjry greatly enlarged proportions ia tho near future. Tho lumber re sources of the South are being brought more and more into promi nence, attracting capital for its prepar ation for market, widening the em ployment of labor, and adding to tho available wealth of the community." Devotion to the old Shinto faith is not extinct in Japan, and a great tem ple at Kioto, on which ten years and many millions have been expended, is still incomplete, and work upon it not suspended even in tho timo of tho greatest war which the country has ever had upon its hands. The women of that country give sign of their pi ous zeal in this work by contributing portions of their hair, which are braided into cables and used in tho transportation of material to be em ployed in the construction of the building. Of these a large number have been worn out in the work ac companying tho structure at Kioto, but more are forthcoming, showing a spirit of zeal and sacrifico among the women thero which the New York Tri buno believes not to be outdone by any of the missionaries among them, or by tho builders of shrines and temples anywhere. Shintoism is tho old faith of Japan bofore tho introduc tion of Buddhism and the Confucian philosophy, and does not now absorb a large part of tho religions inspira tion of the country, but still preserves a measure of vitality enough to build a new temple now and then amidst the ruin of its old ones, and supply testimony that in spite of tho infiltra tion of newer fuiths tho lamp of its older one is still trimmed and burn ing. It has no theological sehetno and specific codo of morals, iueuleat ing in general obodieuooto and rover euro for tho Mikado, who in that country is tho direct representative of the gods; and religion really amounts to littlo, not enough to junti fy the «*re<'tioii to it of su<-ii a bpaoioaa iiml costly tabtruaele. Japan is go ing on ul HUJU a paou in the adoption of modern nsajM-S that sho will no doubt have a President before long afti-r the Aim riean p>itt< rn, and then tin rt' will be nob )d> tlin n w Kio to altar to burn lla lU;'<'l» • to. LOVE'S PARTING. "Farewell, farewell!" We breathe the word That tells us where our paths must part. Our breasts with deep distress are stirred, And fondest tears unbidden start. But though the world shall roll between, With boundless seas and mountains high, Though death Itself shall Intervene, Our hearts can never say "good-J>y.". We have so twined the sigh and song, So closely wreathed the thorns and flow ers, That to our souls conjolnod bolong The shine and shadow of the hours. So wedded we in sight and sound, In dread and dream, in earth and sky- Each life has so the other bound. Our hearts can never say, Rood- by." The happy fields, the brooks, the birds, Tho lilies white and roses red, Ah 1 they have listened to our words As from our eyes the truth has sped. And now wo roach tho moment when Our heavy hearts In anguish sigh "Farewell until we meet again 1" But thoy can never say "good-by." —Nixon Waterman. M ODD NEIGHBOR. BY CHARLES C. ABBOTT. HERE was n '|V% strange silence everywhere, as is not uncommon in " the month of August, for now l the promises of summer have been made good, and * * I r i world is at JtV rest. Not a leaf stirred, and, except the plaintive note of somo far-off bird, I could hear only my own footfalls. The trees and fields and shaded winding lane were as I had seen them last, when darkness shut them in, but now, in the early morning, it seemed as if the sun had brought sad tidings. It has ulways appeared to mo that August days are days for retrospection, and that the mind is supersensitive at such a time. It takes notice of those things which in the hurry and olatter of June are overlooked. This is no mere whim, and on this occasion the effect was to convince me that something unusual had happened or was about to occur. It is not an uncommon experience. Premonitions are too frequent to be lightly treated as mero coincidences. It was this clearly premonitory aotion that made the world seem to me com pletely at rest. Thero are matter-of fact folks who would t»stily remark, "Dyspepsiathere are people of ex cellent intentions who persistently blunder. I had heard of an oaken chest, with huge brass olamps, and to-day set out to find it. There was not a ■wagon to be seen when I turned from tho lane into tho township road, and so I had the dusty highway to my self, a furthering of my fancy. Even more lonely was tho wood-road into which I turned, and of late it had been so little used, it was as much the meeting-ground of bird-life a3 of hu manity. Everywhere it was shaded by codars of groat ago or by elms un der which the moss Lad grown since colonial days. Along this ancient way the rambler has little to remind him of the changes wrought in the passing century. What few houses are pass'ed in the course] of a long walk are old time structures, and more than one has been abandoned. The reason was plain; the land is poor, and whatever inducements were held out to the orig inal settlers had not been continued to the fifth and sixth generations. Still, not all tho tract had reverted to forest. A little garden-plot about each of the cottages that were occu pied was still held back, by spade and hoe, from the enoroachments of wild growth, and in the last cottage to be reached, surrounded by every featnre of an old-fashioned garden, lived Silas Crabtree. As a child I had feared him, and now I both disliked and ad mired him; why—as is BO often the case—l could not tell. The man and his house were not un like. The cottage was a long, low building, one and a half stories high. A window on each side of the door barely showed benoath the projecting roof of a narrow porch extending tho full length of the front. There was a single step from the porch to the ground. From the roof projected two Bquat dormer windows. The shingles were darkened by long exposure, and patches of moss grew übout the eaves. Silas was like this. The windows and door and long low stops recalled his eyes, nose and mouth, overtopped by low projecting brows and unkempt hair, that were well represented by tho cottago roof with its moss and dormers. So far the house and its solitary inmate; but the open well with its long sweop, tho clump of li lacs, the spreading beech with initials cut long years ago—these were a poem. Whilo tho day was yet young, I passed by, and Silas was sitting on tho porch. The quiot of tnis month of day-dreams was unbroken. Tho (—♦bird hopped about the grass, but was mute ; a song-sparrow was perched on the topmost twig of a dead quince bush, but did not sing; a troop o! crows was passing overhead in perfect silence. Feeling more strougly than over the moodiuess of the morning, I strove to break the spoil by shouting, with unnecessary emphasis: "Good moruing, Unole Silas." With a sud den start the old man looked up and stared wildly about lam. Straight way the catbird chirped, tho sparrow Ming, aud from ovor the true-tops came the welcomeeawiug of tbu rroWK. Kvt<u a black eat euiiio (rum the house and rubbed Us arched baok against Silas's klii-es. TIK N|H<II was broken, and the old man growled ((or he coilld not talk as oilier UK-UJ ; "I'm glad you've come." LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 11, 1895. "Oh, I was only passing by; were yon asleep?" "Sleepin' or not, I was thinkin* of yon. Come in." Stepping rather reluctantly into the yard, I sat down on the floor of the porch near Silas—for he did not offer to get me a chair—and waited for him to speak. "As a boy," said Silas, in softer tones than I had ever heard before, "you had a grudge again' me, as your father had again' mine, and your grandpap again' mine, and so on away baok. It never showed muoh, that I know of, but the feelin' was there; and yet we started even, for my folks came from England as long ago as yourn. I know now how it all came about. It's down in some old papers in the desk that I've had a man oome j and go over. It's plain now why folks never set store by the Crabtrees; but it's all right, and soon the ground will be cleared for something better than Crabtrees to grow on." "Why, what do you mean?" I asked, purposely interrupting tho old man, thinking ho might be merely working off the effects of too frequent pota tions—a no uncommon occurrence. "Cun'tyou wait till you find out? I've had a man here, I say, who could do tho writin' and read tho old papers. That's enough for that. Now, it was this way. Away back, tho old Crab treo of them days had a notion of thinkin' for himself, and, foolish-like, sayin' what ho thought. So tho Friends, as they call themselves, made him write out why he did this and said that, but it went for nothin', and they turned him outo' meetin'. You'll find the same in tho meetin' records as you will in there." And Silas pointed his thumb over his shoulder, towards the house. Even this slight movement was made with some effort; but it was evident that Silas had not been drinking. "Beforo all this happened," the old man continued, after a long pause, "tho Crabtrees were all right. Away back, they were looked at for their shade and shape and sweet smellin' blossoms and all that; but after tho racket, thon it was only the sour crab-apples that people could see, and this worked again' tho young folks and pulled 'em down. Perhaps you don't see what I'm drivin' at, but—" "Don't see!" I exclaimed: "Uncle Silas, you're a poet, a regular poet." "A what?" Silas asked, with a faint attempt (it smiling. "You've called mo many a name in your day, like all tho rest of 'em, but never that afore this, that I know." "I mean to bo complimentary," I replied, but with somo confusion, see ing, as I had often done before, what mischief lurks in ill-timed polysyl lables. "Worso and worse, with your long words ; but let mo do tho talkin'. My folks didn't oleai out after the fuss, as thoy ought 'a' done, but held on and worked their way, as they'd a right to do. Perhaps it was a bad thing thoy didn't goto church whon they stopped goin' to meetin'; I don't know ; but they lost headway, with the Quakers again' 'em. It soured, of course, the first of the Crabtrees, and the later ones got a deal more gnarly and bit ter, till it come down to me, with lit tle more'n human shn.pe; and now it's the end of us. There's no Crabtrees besides me, and I wanted to get things in shape, for there's some would like the old cottage that ain't goin' to get it. I don't know that there's any more to tell you." And Silas looked out towards the road and into the woods upon its other side. I kept my scat. I could not do otherwise. The Silas of to-day was not he whom I had known in years past. Although there was mo evidence of it in tho old man's words, I was con vinced he had reference to me as his heir; but what of that? He might chango his mind a dozen times, for he was not so very, very old—not much, if any, over eighty; and what, indeed, had lie to leave? Many minutes passed, and then, as I made a slight movement, merely to change my position, Silas spoke in the same strangely softened voice. "Don't go, don't go; there's one thing more—" He suddonly paused, and stared, with a wild look, directly at me. Tho silence was painful; his strange appearauco more so. In a moment the truth flashed across me; ho was dead. I was not surprised to learn, im mediately after the funeral, that I had been left tho solo legatee of the man whose death 1 had witnessed; but it was not an altogether pleasant discovery. I had learned, too, that it was my own ancestor who had been most active in the sonsoloss persecu tion, and it was with no ploasure that I recalled the past as I took formal possession of tho cottago and its con tents, entering tho house for the first time in my life. To cross the threshold was to step backward into colonial times. How true it is that it needs at least a century to mellow a houso and make it faintly comparable to out-of-doors I Tho hall-way of tho Crabtree cot tage was neither short nor narrow, but you got that impression from its low ceiling aud tho dark wooden walls, which time had almost blackened. Lifting a stout wooden latch, I passed into tho living-room, with its ample opon firoplaoe, long unused, for little air-tight stove had done duty fc» both cooking and heating for many years. This was tho only inno vation ; all else was as when its first occupant hail moved iuto tho "new" houso and given over tho log hut to other uses. The high-backed settle, the quaint, claw-footodohuirs, a home- I made table, with bread-trough under j neath, seemed never to have beeu i moved from their places since Silas's mother died. These made less ira -1 stoii than would utherwise have | beeu the ease, because with thew WM (he old desk to which Silas had r®« ferred. It wan a bureau with fiva brass-handled drawers, and above them the desk proper, concealed by a heavy, sloping li<L The dark wood had still a fine polish, and the lid was neatly ornamented with an inlaid star of holly wood. It, with the three plumed mirror on the wall above it, was the eclipsing feature of the room. All else, well enough in its way, seemed commonplace. Drawing a chair in front of the desk, I sat down to explore it, but was bewildered at the very outset. Lowering the lid, the many pigeen-holes, small drawers and inner apartment closed by a carved door, took me too much by surprise to let me be methodical. Everywhere were old, stained papers and parchments, some so very old the ink had faded from them; but there was no disorder. At last, knowing it was no time to dream, I drew out a bundle of papers from a pigeon-hole, and noticed in doing so that a strip of carved wood, which I had taken for ornament, slightly moved. It proved to be a long and very nar row drawer, and this again had a more carefully hidden compartment in the hack, as a narrow line in the wood showed. Peering into this, I found a scrap of paper so long and closely folded that it fell apart when opened ; but the writing was still distinct. It was as follows: "It is his Excellency's, General Howe's, express order, that no person shall injure Silas Crabtree in hisporson or property." It was duly signed, oountersigned, and dated December 9, 1776. So Silas, the great-grandfather, had been a Tory! I was prepared now for revelations of any kind. To look quietly over papers, one at a time, was too prosy an occupation, and the suggestion that there might be more secret drawers was followed until every nook and cranny had been laid bare, and there wero many of them. Silas, in anticipation of just an occurrence as I have described, had placed a roll of papers so prominently in the desk that 1 naturally took it up with a serious purpose. The modem red tape with which it was tied gave it an appearance of importance abovo the others. These time-stained sheets contained his ancestor's version of the trouble with his coreligionists, and I soon found it was most unpleasant reading. My own ancestor had been an unrelenting persecutor, and, in the name of religion, the cause of all the Crabtree troubles; and now tho last of his race had taken this strange revenge, telling mo the unwelcotno story why his people had been no bodies of the backwoods and mj people dwellers in fat land. It was some satisfaction to know that tho two families wero not related, but, reading on and on as fast as the crude writing permitted decipherment, I learned that a marriage, generations ago, had been contemplated, and suc cessfully thwarted by tho father of the would-be bride. Nothing but ill camo of it, and the rest we know. Tho wit of the Crab trees had not quite died out, but smouldered like tho burning of damp wood, never receiving tho quickening of education, and ever struggling against the curse of alcohol. It was a sad story; too sad to con template, this dreamy August clay. Closing the desk, I sat by tho open as if watching the blazing logs oi midwinter. As silenc now in doors as out, and every object about me suggesting myself as the cause of infinite trouble, I grew desperate, and, for more light, a bit of sunshine, threw open the solid shutter of the little south window. The bright yellow beams wore magical. What a strange little window it was! Three of the eight small panes were roplaced by paper, and the others were all dimmei by decomposition that made the glass prismatic. Through them no object could be plainly seen. Every tree anil bush was broken aud distorted. The world was all askew as seen through the oracked and warped glass; as much gone wrong as in reality it had been to the Grabtrees. Though not half explored, I went from tho house to the porch, that I might return from the past to the present. How hot and steamy were the far-off woods and the one single clearing in sight t The sizzling rattle of the noontide cicada was the ouly sound. I gladly returned to tho old fireplace, although it was mid-August, and then to the desk, putting on some ; show of rationality, for Crabtree's lawyer was expected. I eveu fire in the little stove to warm the lunch I had brought, and, after an attempt at eating, awaited the man's 1 coming, with pipe aud collee. A rattle of wheels, a click of the rickety old gate's latch, and a knock ' at the door, quickly followed each other, and without corenony the ' lawyer appeared. With a coolness, ' precision, and dry-as-dust manner that soothed my fretted nerves, ho ' proceeded to business, and did what 1 little was to be done. Some papers 1 which he had taken away he roturned ; 1 and then, his whole manner changing, he actually smiled, lit a cigar, filled with a true lazy man's twist the single 1 easy-chair, and handed mo a bit of 1 paper, saying, "This Silas asked me to 1 hand to you, fcariug it might bo over looked if left in the desk." I took it with Homo distrust, but 1 could not fathom itn meauiug. The characters had been printed by Silas aud the worda phonetically spelled. r It was a puzzle, and I was in no humor to guess its meauing. | "What is it, auyway?" 1 asked. '•That's plain enough," tho lawyor 1 replied; "it roads, 'Do as you'd be 1 done by.' " —Lippiucott's iu<>. i In Italy theHonate consist* of princes i of royal blood, and an unlimited until ber of members appointed by the King • for life, lu 1 s:H tlu-re were 335 uieiu * b«r* THE SAND HILL CRANE. A GREAT OAKS BIRD IV THB NORTHWEST. Shy and Pugnacious, it Affords Much Sport to tbe Hunters—An Un equaled Table Delicacy. e / "TV "T" O member of the feathered I I kingdom is keener of % sight, scent or hearing " G than the sand-hill crane, said a New York sportsman whose range is wide. "At rest this great bird stands fonr, and even five feet high, and in flight he smites the air with wings eight feet in spread. In the newly settled prairie regions of th great Northwest, where he makes his home, he ranks in the estimation of sportsmen above the wild goose and duok, not only in delighting the eye and heart of the hunter, but as a provider of a table delicacy unequaled in exoellenoe by either duok or goose. "The visitor to those apparently boundless prairies, fringed with the wide farms of the pioneers, may well wonder how the farmers manage to house even a small portion of their crops, for from the time the wheat be gins to ripen until the corn is cut the fields are not only constant prey for the cranes that como down upon them in countless thousands, but to the daily visitation of such myriads of wild geese and ducks as no hunter who has never visited theso regions ever dreamed of in his wildest imaginings. The sand hill crane is several minutes later than the geese, and, as the early morning is the favorite and surest time for bagging this over shy and suspicious bird, the crane hunter must either resent all inclination to lay low the tempting gooso or mallard or give up hope of gotting a shot at tho ex pected cranes. The single report of a gun between the advent of the wild geese and the time the cranes would appear will destroy the sportsman's chunocs for a shot at the long-legged game for that day. "The hunter either fo» sand hill craneß or wild geese and ducks may always be sure of a warm welcome among the prairie farmers of tho Northwest They spend all their sparo time themselves banging away at tho marauding birds and in devis ing ways and means of dispersing them, but the greedy flees nre so numerous and persistent in their raids that it would require a small army to keep them on the move. "When the corn is ripe and tli9 nights grow crisp and frosty, toward tho end of October, sand hill craue shooting is most enjoyable. Along tho edge of every cornfield there are always wide spaces where tho long prairie grass has been mowed away. The dried grass ,lies in bunches, and with it the hunter makes his blind, close to the border of tho corn. Tho blind must be made in a loose and scraggly form, as if the wind hod tossed it there, for the crane is tho most suspicious of birds. "The cranes do not plump blindly and unconoernedly among tho corn, as tho geese and ducks do, but alight on the further edge of the mown spot, between tho field and tho prairie. From that vantage ground they re connoitre tho field, carrying their heads high in the air aud advancing cautiously, step by stop, toward tho coveted corn. They soem instinct ively to keep as far apart from ono another as they can. Before the days of repeating guns this peculiarity of the cranes kept the hunter in great suspense, even after the flock or the advance portion of it had oomo with in easy range. He knew that two shots were all that ho could by any possibility get at the flook, and he was naturally anxious to moke these two do the best execution possible. "A prairie cornfield after a gun has been discharged in or near it in the early morning is a sight to see, and its sounds are something to hear. For half a minute after tho report the field will be black with geese and ducke and cranes rising in frightened flight from among tho stocks, the noise of their great wings boing like rumbling thunder, and the various harsh cries making pandemonium of tho previous ly peaceful scene. "Frequently a sand hill crane will bo wounded so that he cannot fly, be ing otherwise uninjured. Away ht will go over the prairie, his long, slim legs carrying him at a surprisingly rapid rate. If the hunter has plenty fof bottom and wants an exciting chase and a lively scrimmago at the end of it ho will follow the wounded crane. He will have to bo a good sprinter if ho overtakes tho big bird in less than a quarter of a mile run. When ho does come up with tho crane he will find a fight waiting for him that will put him on his mettle. A wounded sand h!ll craue brought to bay is a fiery antagonist. It can use its powerful six-inch bill with telling effeot, and a stroke from ono of its wings is sufficient to kuook the strong est man off his feet. Tho prudent hunter who gives ohase to a wounded crane with the intention of ruuning it down and risking a fight with it will haro his revolver with hiin. I have known more than one presumptuous sportsman to undertake the task of conqnering a crane under suoh cir cumstances without having his pistol to aid him, and to como baok from the prairie not only without his game, but badly usod up as woll."—New York Sun. Electric I'ooklnjr lor lljj .tltjr. Queen Victoria will use electricity for cooking purposes, Tho necessary apparatus Las been installed at Os borne, in tho Isle ol Wight. It is, however, only usod for thu most deli cate dishes. —Atlanta Constitution. A woman of Caln>Me., ban won re nown by mendiux a broken iloorhinjii with a haircut. Terms---* 1.00 in Advance; 81.25 after Three Months. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. Schnebile, the new explosive, ia composed cliiefly of chlorade of pot ash. Hiram S. Maxim has already ex pended $85,000 upon his flying ma« chine. Astronomers claim that thore are over 17,500,000 comets in the solar system alone. A bat can absorb and digest in one night three times the weight of its own body. Bats never have more than two little ones at a time. General Mercier, French Minister of War, has authorized the use in the Fronch army of the recently dis covered anti-diphtheric serum. The width of the Atlantio could be reduced one-half by lowering its depth 8564 feet. By lowering it three miles one could walk from Newfoundland to Ireland. A soientist proves that typhoid and cholera bacilli or germs will live many weeks in a vacuum, and can endure some five or more months of complete dryness. There are ten miles of pneumatic tubes in the stroets of Chicago. They are used to deliver messages from the telegraph offices and office of the As sociated Press to tho newspapers and City Hall. Simultaneous photographs at points distant from each other have already yielded information as to the height of meteors above tho earth's surface, this being shown to bo from sixty-five to forty-five miles. According to Dr. Chalmers's re searches, tho mean duration ot life at birth—based upon tho mortality ex perience of Glasgow during the ten years 1881-'9o—is 36.4 yours, 35.2 for males and 37.7 for females. Professor Agassiz indicates the growth of reefs at Key West, Fla., at the rate ot six inches in ono hundred years, and adds that if wo doubled that amount it would require seven thousand years to form tho reefs in that place, and hundreds of thousands of years for tho growth of Florida. Of the hundred thousand plants catalogued by botanists only one tenth part have appreciable odors. Of fifty specimons of mignonnette, that of our garden is the only sct'.nted one, and, of a hundred varieties of tho violet, only twelve havo the exquisite perfume that is so popular. In gen eral the proportion of fragrant to odorless flowers is about ono per cent. Any one living exclusively on pota toes would consume forty grammes of potash salts per day, whioh explains why we always require salt whenevor wo eat potatoes. All vegetable foods are rioh in potash; and it is a fact that people in the country districts use more salt than tho inhabitants of towns and cities, where more m6at is eaten. In Franco tho country people use three times moro salt than the town people. Impromptu Maps. Tho "cat" and the "pig" books, de signed to record people's impressions of those interesting animals (each per son to draw his own without being al lowed a glimpse of any one else's work), has an amusing companion in a geography sketch book. In this one's friends are to record, in a rapid, off-hand drawing, their best recollections of certain very fa miliar outlines, such as the coast of Massachusetts, or Italy, or England, or North America. To be even fairly correct is difficult and rare, if one is long past daily geography lessons. The five great lakes of North Amer ica is one of tho best tasks to set, this to be drawn in outline with at least the larger bays and connections indi cated, all to be done without seeing, first, any other sketch or map. A cor rect map should accompany the book for easy reference ana comparison with the amateur work. Tho curiously vague, droll, mental maps that one's friends carry about with them, thus revealod, are funnier than even the sea serpent's portraits in the "sea ser pent His Album." I have known'moro than one person to stop short at a mere "round O" for the first lake which seemod to lead nowhere, the other four having neither shape nor substance iu the puzzled artist's vision.—Washington Star. Submarine Torpedo. Seymour Allan, a resident of Syd ney, has invented a submarine torpedo boat, which, he claims, is capable of sinking to any depth, and of traveling rapidly under water without revealing its presence. A working model of the boat was tried in the public baths at Sydney, New South Wales, in tho presence of the Earl of Hopetoun, tho governor, tho naval commandant, and a number of naval and military officers. The experiments were a complete suc cess, the model rising, sinking, turn ing, reversing, or remaining stationary in obedience to the electric onrrent by whioh it is worked. The inventor claims that a full-sized boat would bo capable of remaining undor water for three days. It would oarry torpedoes on the bow and stern decks. —Scien tific American. Dancing by the Mile. An average waltz takes ono over three-quarters of a mile, a square dance makes you eovor half a mile, and a galop equals a good mile. Count up fpr yourself how much tho girl with a well-filled progrumme traverses in an evening. Twenty dances is the average, you know. Of these about twelves are wal/.e*. There at once are nine miles. Three galops ami she has gone twelve miles. Five other dances at a half a mile apiece briug her to fifteen miles, to «aj nothing of the in teriuthaiou stroll and the trips to the t resMiigroom to renovate oue's gown and coiuph'xiou. Appletou I'ost. NO. 14. DON'T FRET. Arc 'your enemies at work? ' Don't fret. . • They can't injuro you a whitj If you heed them not a bit They will soon be glad to quit. Don't fret. , Has a horrid lie been told? Don't fret. It will run itself to death, 1 As tho ancient adage saitb, And will die for want of breath. . Don't fret. Is adversity your lot? Don't frot. Fortune's wheel keeps turning 'round— Every spoke shall touih the ground, AH in time shall upward bound. Don't fret. —Barn's Horn. HUMOR OF THE DAY. In 'golf society people think they have found the missing links. —States- man. A genius is a man who does some thing that others say cannot be done. —Barn's Horn. Most people eat as if they were fat tening themselves for the market. — Atchison Globe. It sounds rather odd to read in th« hardwaro market report that cutlery is dull.—Truth. Woman is always pleased with tho last now wrinkle, provided it is not on her own face.—ruck. Cashier —"We never pay bills on Saturdays." Shorts —"But my nam# is not Bill." —Chicago Becord. The trouble with most people's economy is that they don't save any money by it.—Atchison Globe. A man should havo no secrets from his wife except surprises he is getting up for her birthday. —Atchison Globe. If somo men wandered as much as their minds do they would bo great travelers. —Hartford (C> nn.) Journal, ghe looked a perfect poem With that witching face of hers; But, when I trie;t to kiss her, she Proved not at all a verse. —Pack. There is a certain kind of charity that would attach balloons to birds of tho air, that they might be saved from fatigue.—Puck. A girl always likes to find a man af ter her own heart; because what is the good of a fellow who is after some other girl's heart?—Truth. Caller —"Can I seo Miss Snuggle?" Servant —"Shu'sengaged, sir." Caller "Of course she is, and I'm tho man she's engaged to."—Vick's Monthly. Tell us not in moarnful numbers Life is but an empty dream, When to paythocoal and gas bills. All the wlntor wo must scheme. —Chicago Inter-Ocean. It is more romantic and better for tho digestion to sleop with wedding cako under the pillow than to try to sleop with it in tho stomach. —Atchi- son Globe. Caller —"Do you notice any differ ence since the doctor treated your eyes?" "Yes; I can see a fifty-dollar bill without my glasses now."—Chi cago Inter-Ocean. "This is my first experience as a steeple chaser," murmured tho Kansas farmer as he whirled through the air just behind tho fragments of tho vil lago church.—Yale Becord. Friend—"Well, Ethel, how do you like married life?" Ethel (enthusias tically)—"lt's simply delightful. We'vo been morried a week and have had eight quarrels, aud I got the best of it every time."—Fun. Mrs. Strongniind—"lf women would only stand shoulder to shoulder they would soon win tho suffrage." Dr. Guffy—"But, madam, that is some thitjg they can't do, with tho present styles in sleeves."—Harper's Bazar. Employer—"How did you break that vase?" Office Boy—"1 had it in my hand when I heard your bell ring and dropped it, because you told mo yesterday to drop everything and answer your bell whenever you rang." —Harper's Bazar. Applicant for Situation as Zoo logical Keeper—"May I ask why you think it necessary that, candidates should be married men, 6ir?" Secre tary— "My good man, how on earth do you expect any ono else could stand the continual row?"— Hal f Relorined Ills Mustache. When J. C. S. Blackburn, the Ken tucky Senator, camo to Congress, writes Moses P. Handy from Wash ington, twenty years or more ago he wore the greatest mustache, except General Logan's, ever seen in this country. Now he has one of moderate dimensions and keeps it well trimmed. The transformation was effected somo years ago by his daughter. She was very much annoyed by the caricatures in tho newspapers which mado her honored father all mustache. Seeing one of these caricatures in a Chicago newspaper ono day while they were riding on a train en route from Cin cinnati to Chicago, she too'; a pair of scissors and, against his protest, clipped his hirsute adornment to the conventional proportions. The Sen ator caught a bad cold, bnt when ho came to look in a mirror ho liked him self so niuoh better that he hss never gone back to the old style of mustache. —New York Mail and Express. Wheat Cheap, Out liread Dear. Referring to tho oontinned fall in the.prioes of wheat, an English paper remarks: "Both hero and in tho United States large quantities of the inferior kinds will l>e used for feoding purposes. Wheat has never lieen so cheap before within the memory of liv ing man. Tho odd thing is, wo da not And our bakers' bills any smaller," —New York World.
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