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