SULLIVAN JHIHA REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY. Publisher. VOL. XIII. A literary genius remarks that Japan needs an epic and China an epitaph. New Mexico ranks eighth in its out put of silver, and seventh in its out put of gold. Strange to say, tbo improvement in firearms has not increased tho mur derous result of battles. A French picture dealer says that all of his unsold pictures aro sent to the United States, where they bring fancy prices. A recent parliamentary return shows that there are upward of $21,- 000,000 of unclaimed money in var ious Government departments of Great Britain. Of the 12,000 miles which form tho land girdle of China, 6000 touch Rus sian territory, 4800 British territory, and only 400 French, whilo 800 may be described as doubtful. The warden of tho Missouri Peni tentiary feeds the 2000-odd convicts in his charge at an average cost of oight cents each a day, and, accord ing to the New Orleans Picayune, they live reaaaonnbly well, too. The deliberate judgment of Judgo is "that tho continuance of the Turk ish Government after the last slaugh ter in Armenia is an insult to decent humanity the world over, and the Eu ropean politics that treats it feebly or overlooks it is a hideous crime." The mountainous regions of tho western part of North Carolina truly afford a typical section for both sum mer and winter resorts. This fact has been taken advantage of by Northern people, who aro now found in large numbers, enjoying life in this most delightful spot. Land suitable for fruit culture in California commands a much higher price per aero than in New York. Anywhere noar railroads the prico is from §IOO to §3OO per aeie, without any improvements, and of course if there are buildings and fruit trees planted, the prico is more. Dr. Joseph Parker, of the City Temple, London, is warring with tho reporters for reporting his sermons. Ho thinks that newspaper reports in terfere with the profits of his pub lished sermons, aud has been asking advice as to how ho can prevent re porters taking notes of his addresses. It is believed his only remedy is to make a contract with his audience that will not publish his ser mons. The ago limit in tho Chinese army is clastic, if thero is any trnth in an edict which is attributed to tho Chinoso Emperor. Tho document grants a piece of silk, ten bnshols of rice and ton pounds of meat to sol diers upward of eighty years of age. A double quantity is allowed to those who have reached ninety years. A patent of nobility is granted to those who have survived thoir hundredth year. A man in Australia had a new and brilliant idea not long ago in regard to tho interpretation of the clause in his marriage vows: "Till death us do part." His wife died, luokily for her, as tho following facts demon strate, and since he was bound only till death to his wife, tho husband re fused to pay her funeral expenses. The court promptly decided that a husband's dutios only coase when the undertaker's bills are paid. Says tho Electrical Review: In 1891 a j-oung electrician, now in Paris, on looking through Carnegie's great steel rail plant at Braddock, Penn., casually suggested that elec tricity could be made to operate tho widely separated pieces of machinery at a saving of many thousands a yoar. Recently Andrew Carnegie visited tho plant for tho first time in two year? and saw electricity doing tho work. This improvement, together with others, makes it possiblo for eight men to do tho work 500 did in 1891, An unusual thing, related by the Cleveland Plain-Dealer, in connection with the court is the holding, by tho United States Grand Jury, that Scrip tural quotations may be libelous. H. A. Busby, of Means, Harrison Coun ty, was iudicted for writing letters and postal cards to David llandlev, of Colu nbus, Ohio. On the envelope of the letters wuru the quotation*: "Owe No Man Anything," "Let U* Walk Honestly," and "Many Years Thou Shalt Be Troubled." Be w»* indicted on four counts on the ground ttmt the language used was lil»elloii« nnd oalcu- Isted to Injure the charaH.-r of Mr. llaudley. THE TELEGRAPH. The darkness and tho sllcncs lii Between your soul and mine, Like some great river rolling by Beneath a night of stormy sky, Where not a star may shine. But, as beneath the sullen brino 'Twist lands of kimlreJ speech, There runs a slender, living lino O'er which there flash,by lightningsign, The thoughts of each to oacb, So, 'neath the parting flood of (loath There runs a living lino Of steadfast memory anil faith, Of love not born for mortal bro ith, Between your soul anJ mine! -Samantha W. Shoup, in Independent. AS IN A LOOK INK GLASS. ECENE.— Boudoir and toilet of a society belle. The bolle, who, besides being very beautiful, is still young and fresh,'ls seated in front of her dressing table under the hands of her maid, who is preparing her hair for tho night. On the dressing table are a mir ror and various articles of the toilet. 1 IHE Maid—"Made moisello was a > v great triumph to night; no?" The Belle (ab stractedly)—"Yos, Celeste, I think Tho Maid (with I pride)—"The men • dlfitiM'.'WW'i'iall fall down and adore mademoiselle; no?" The Belle—-"No, not all the men. 3ome of them. Enough of them. (Sighing). Too many of them." The Maid—"That is good. Made moiselle has embarrassment of choice." Theßello—"Yes, an embarrassment of choice. Yon speak truly, Celeste. (Sighing again). It is that which makes me—but, bah ! why think of it all? I suppose it is the experience of all girls like mo in society, with n for tune, a face and a facile tongue. There! That will do for to-night, Celeste ; I am going to sit up for a little. I may read and 1 may write, I cannot say." Tho Maid (horrified) —"But made moiselle has already lost so much of the beauty sleep." Tho Belle—"I am restless. Be sides, if all bo true that men have told me to-night, I do not need it. Good night, Celeste." Tbo Maid—"Goodnight, mademoi selle!" (Exit maid). The Belle (alone) —"Five proposals in ono night. That is, counting one that I suppose does not—ought not to count. Four of them at any rate such as a girl in her second season should jump at. As for the fitth —well, I won't think of it, I mean, if I can help it I won't. Yet—but what nonsense ! Let me review the others. First came old Totterly. Sixty years old ho said he was. He is eighty, if he is a day. Worth four millions, he said. That part is probably true. But, oh! Let us pass onto the next. Philip Eger ton Denning, the writer and thinker ; the literary lion of tho season. Funuy ho should fancy me. I like him, too, myself. I cannot help admiring his intellect, and I feel that I should always respect him. Yet —(muses sev eral minutes, then sighs). Who next? Oh, yes. (Laughing heartily). I must not forget him. Lord Tuffnut, the latest British importation, who did me the honor to offer me, with a monocle in ono fishy eye, his title, his mortgaged estates and the family trco that, in its time, has borne an abundance of just such overripe fruit as he is. And for what? My youth, beauty, and money. Nonsense. Next. Ahem ! The same thing, in a measure, only of our own manufacture. Tracy de Puyster Van Tretter, of tho most cernlean of blue blooded Knicker bocker stock. Truly our country has reached a wonderful height in her in dustries when she can turn out any thing so nearly like tho English arti cle, oven to his morals, as Tracy de Puyster Van Treffer 1 Thero they are, all of them, labelled to the best possi ble advantage. All—except Jack. Poor Jack I Well, I might as well list him. Jack Willoughby. Something down town. Poor as a church mouse, handsome at. Apollo, and true as steel. Ah, well! (sighing) I suppose I must not think of him. It is luoky, though, that some one interrupted us when he proposed, or I might have said yes. I was ovorcome with tho heat of the ball room ; and when he put his arm around me, and whisperingly bogged for an answer, I felt so weak, for the moment, that I don't think I should have had strength to refuse him. But somebody came, somebody always does, and I suppose I am safe. I promised them all an auswer in a week. An embarrassment of choice, Celeste said, (Closes her eyes and thinks.) «- A half hour or more passes, during which the belle appears to sleep. Sud denly she opens her eyes. Tho Belle—"1 must have slopt. But nothing in my dreams seemed to offer me any holp. Oh, dear! Is thero anything or auvbody that can show me what to do?" A voioe—"Thero is." The Bello (startled) —"Good gra cious! What was that?" A Voico—"Don't bo frightcnod. It was I." The Bolle (still more alarmed)— "But who aro you? Where aro you?" A Voice—"Your mirror." Tho Belle—"Hut, good hearons I Mirrors cannot speak." Tho Mirror—"Mirrors can do a great many more things than people give them credit for. We rolled; why should we not speak? That wu can do so is proved bv iuy talking to you now. 1 have lutnuod to all yuu have thought aud would help you." The Belle (trembling) —"Was I thinking aloud?" The Mirror—"No. Hut you cannot tiniik and look luto my face without every thought b-'iu* auowti to iiu , evi'U thjugb 1 uiay uvt r«v#al what w LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 25, 1895. in your mind. I want to help yon to decide ynr future. Are you willing, that I shnld?" The Belle—"Yon mean with regard to—" The Miiror (blandly)—"l mean with regard to the five proposals you receive 1 to-nigbt." The Belle (after a panse)—"Which shall I accept?" The Mirror—"That I may not tell von. I can simply help you to judgo for yourself." The Belle (anxiously)—" How can you do that?" The Mirror —"By showing you yourself, your surroundings and your condition of miry!, five years after your marriage with any one of your wonld-be husbands of this evening." The Belle—"Ob, dear! This is worse than ohiromancy. Wouldn't — eh—wouldn't it be wicked?" The Mirror—"Not so wicked as it would be to marry the .wrong man." The Belle—"I suppose that must be true. Well, what must I do?" The Mirror—"First, turn down tha gas. Then place yourself facing me, and light the spirit lamp of your curl ing-iron apparatus. Now, take some of your pearl faoe powder, sprinkle it on the flame, and wait. (She does so. The surface of the mirror becomes heavily clouded). Which would you see first?" The Belle (laughing hysterically)— •'Oh. take them in their regular or der. " , The Mirror—"Hen, Mr. Totterly, the eighty-year-old millionaire, first. What can you see? Speak!" (The cloud on the face of the mirror gradu ally clears in the centre, disclosing a picture.) The Belle (in a low VQice) —"I see myself, handsomely dressed, covered with jewels, at an evening reception. Many men are around me offering mo attentions. For some reason I daro not accept them. In a corner, jealously watching me, I see Mr. Tottorly. He scowls every time a man pays me a compliment. Everything is bright around me, but the very brightness seems to weary me, and remind me of something lacking." , The 'Mirror (grim'.y) "Are you happy?" The Belle (shuddering) "No. Al though bored to death where I am, I dread togo homo, because I shall be alone with him, my husband. I see nothing but despair and waiting, con stant waiting for release." (Picture vanishes). The Mirror—"You will not forget that. Now look upon this. (Again a picture forms). What do you see?" The Belle—"I see myself again, but alone. I have been reading, but nave tired of it. There is something I want to do, something I want but I cannot. In a little room nearby I see Philip Egerton Denning, my literarj*, intellectual husband. He is very busy, writing. In my utter loneliness, 1 get up and goto him. Stooping over, I gently kiss him on the brow. He frowns, pushes me away, and tells me I destroy his ideas. I sign, turn away, and goto bed." The Mirror (ironically) "Are you happy?" The Belle (bitterly) "No. All the warmth in my heart is gradually be ing frozen by the cold indifferoi.ce of the man I have marrie'd. He is too brainy to lavish auy ailections on his wife; his growing fame is moro im portant than domestio ties. Show me the next." The Mirror—"Well, what see you here?" The Belle—"Auother reception. I am sitting alone, however, utterly ignored by the many women present except in the way of an occasional supercilious glauce at my gown, or a whispor to some one else about me be hind a fan. I think it must be in England. Some of the women have red noses, and they all look tired and bored to death." The Mirror—"lt is. It is the fifth year of your reign as Lady Tuffuutt." The Belle—"I see myself moving into another room where evorybody is playing cards. His Lordship, my husboud, is there, gambling like the rest. I tell him Ido not feel well and would like togo home. He advises me togo home alone or amuse myself in the conservatory. He says there is too much of liis money on the table togo then. He means my money. I have seen enough of this." The Mirror (mockingly)—" Are you happy?" The Bulla (sadly) "No, but lam gradually bocomiug deadened to my misery." Tho Mirror (as a new picture ap paars) "Now you aro Mrs. Tracy de Puyster Van Treffer, a member of the native aristocracy of New York. Can you seo yourself?" Tho Bolle —"Yes. I see myself once more aloue, Tho room is handsomely furnished; everything looks rich and good. But I am waiting anxiously and listening intently. At every sound I get up and look through the blinds into the dark night. At last, as dawn is breaking, a cab drives up; I hear it. A few minute* afterward uty husband enters the room. He scolds me in a thick voice for remain ing up. A quarrel ends in my burst ing into tears. He sloops over me to kias me and I nearly faint with nau sea. " The Mirror—"Are you happy?" The Bolle (fiercely)—" No. lam hu -1 initiated by his neglect, disgusted with his mauuer of life, and harassed with constant suspicion. lam utterly wretched." ' The Mirror . (slyly)—" There is only •me more picture. Do you want to ; mj« it?" The Bello (confuse lly) "Yes, I nip pose I msy as well. It is probably like all the rest," The Mirror (as the last picture ap "lbeu beiiol 11 And I*ll iAi»l »(HI see." The Uelle (v«rr «oHlvl —"1 •«« ur- self again. I am sitting in front of a coney fire of soft ooal, sewing some thing light. Near me is —near me is —yes, it is Jack. Mr. Willoughy. I mean. He is talking to me very gay ly, and I am smiling and listening. Now the door opens and two children come bodnding into the room; a boy and a girl. They want to bid us good night, they say. They look so mnch like Jack they might almost be—al most be—his nephew and niece." Tho Mirror (gently)—"Ara you happy?" There is no answer from tho belle, for sho wakes up with a start. Tho Bello (after looking oarnostly at the mirror, which is as bright as crys tal) —"I have been dreaming and it is nearly five o'clook. But lam not sorry. An embarrassment of choice, Celeste said. I thought so, too, but we wero' both young. I told her I might read and I might write. (Smiling.) Well, I have read a great deal; I think I will write a little. (Writes.) My Dearest Jack: I don't think I will keep you waiting a weak for my answer. I am yours as soon as you come to claim me. Ethel. —Life. WISE WORDS. A rogue is a roundabout fool. A full jail is better than an empty one. Gossip is generally a desire to get even. A drop of ink may make a million think. It is a rare man who can do a favor delicately. You seldom admire a man you see a great deal of. Rank and riches aro chains of gold, but still chains. It is not hard to forgivo a lie told with good intent. One drop of scandal will spread over a wholo life-time. What we placo most hopes upoD generally proves most fatal. Everything a manlike 3 to do a woman can prove is wicked. The man who Knows tho worid and is not a cynic is usually a fool. An evil intention perverts the best actions and makes thom sins. In the meanest hut is a romance, if you but know tho hearts there. The fools arc not all dead yet, and, what is more, they never will be. Every human heart ought to be a bird cago with a singing bird m it. Of all virtues justice is tho host. Valor without it is a common past. The happiness of your life depends upon the charucter of your thoughts. Tho wise man expects everything from himself; the fool looks to others. The people pay moro for lovo than for any other neoessary evil on earth. The moro friends a business man has tho moro things ho soils below cost. The trouble with most people's economy is that they don't save any money by it. The younger a woman is the more indignant she is when sho hear 3 of a bad husband. It is all right to voto for tho conn try's prosperity, but you must work for your own. What is birth to a man if it be a stain to his dead ancestors to havo left such an offspring? A Remarkable Fall ot Stone. M. L. Fletcher, an English mineral ogist, tells of a remarkable fall of stones which took plase at some e3rly date in the history of Mexico. He describes fourteen huge masses in all, and advances the very likely theory that they originally formed a single meteoric mass that was shattered by the intense lTeat engenderel while passing through the earth's atmos phere. The fragments of this immense meteorite aro scattered over a section of country sixty-six miles in length and-twenty-two in width, audit is es timated that its total weight was but little short of 20,003 pounds. Ono piece of it, now in the National Mu seum at Washington.—Atlaata Consti tution. How -Horses Sleep. When tho horse sloops, one ear is directly forward, why it known. A naturalist thinks this is to guard against danger, being a survival of their original wild habits. He says : "Watch a horse asleep through tho window of his stable, aud make a faint noise to the front. The ear will be all attention, aud probably the other will ciy round sharply to assist. Now let him goto sleep agaiu, and make tho I same noise on ono aide. The forward ! car will keep his guard, with possibly a lightning flick round, only to re sumo its former position."—New York Dispatch. la me J a l**lr ot Elk. A Chehnlis County (Wash.) farmor has lately been creating a good deal of ; iutorest with a pair of oik which ho I had tamed and traiued to do tnauy things usually done by horsus. A Sow ' days ago a traveler offered liitn a good ; price for his elk, but the farmer re ! fused to part with them. The same niirht a cougar got into his barn and j ate up one of the creatures.—Chicago | Herald. '•Wrollt Hlirrr." | "Wroth silver," from tha several ! parishes of bis huudred of Knight low War wiekshire, iu Kugland, was col lected a few days ago by the Duke of , Bucclciigh aa lord of the manor. Tb > custom datea back to feudal times. [ For evnty penny uot forthcoming the prescribed penalty on th« defaulter U «lsor else the forfeiture of a white bull aittia r«er«ona, »hieh.' relnttvely to popula tion, *a« neteiit.'t it times lean than iu free-trade England. To day,of course, it is different. Iu Great Britiau, tha home of free trade, with a |»j|iulatiou of SM^OOO,- Terms—Sl.oo in Advance ; 51.25 after Three Months. 000, there is $536,000,0C0, or $14,- per capita, deposited in her savings banks. In New York with protected indus tries and a population of 0,000,000, there was, in 1879, before the Demo cratic hard times began, $550,000,000 deposited in savings banks, or S9O per capita. Whilo tho country was rovelinat in the prosperity of 1892 the majority of tho voters elected a Democratic Presi dent and gave tho Democrats a ma jority in both houses of Congress. The people pressed tho button for a "change," aud a Democratic tariff did tho rest. A Parly less President. President Cleveland occupies a strange, but not an unusual position. He is a Chief Executive without a party behind him. Ho is no longer the head of the once great Democratic organization, for a majority of his past associates —the men who worke.d and voted for him two years ago—re gard him as a political pariah. In New York, every follower of Hill is, by virtue of that fact, a foe of Cleve land, and at this time the followers of Hill in this Stuto are in sympathetic harmony with tho Democrats through out the country. Mr. Cleveland stands with his Cabi net alone. He has still the power to appoint and remove certain officials of a certain class, but there it ends. To be sure he has the veto prerogative, but as the legislation of this session of Congress will have to do only with appropriation bills and such matters of routine, he will hardly dare to show his power by stopping tho wheels of Government. In the history of government there have been but two presidents who found themselves in the same position. The first was Tyler, who was an acci dent, and the second was Johnson, who was an accident and a misfortune. Mr. Cleveland in no way resembles his unpopular prototypes. He has opposed his party, but ho has not at tempted to Taylorize it. Johnson simply went back on his pledges, and returned, iu tho languages of tho Scriptures, to tho Democracy of his early days "like a dog to his vomit or a sow to her wallowing in the mire," If Mr. Cleveland ever had a day of usefulness it is in the past. He is a President without a following. For the remaining two years of his term there is nothing left him but to per form his perfunctory duties and draw his pay.—New York Advertiser. PITHY POLITICAL POINTS. No matter where Mr. Cleveland fishes now he catches nothing but bluefish. The President can't make Congress believe the tariff reform ice is strong enough to bear its weight. The Administration might start a finance night Bchool for Congressmen, with Hoke Smith as instructor. It begins to look as though Carlisle's financial scheme will have to sue the Democratic majority for non-support. The cuckoo chorus in the Senate now consists of two voices, owned re spectively by Mills of Texas,and Vilas of Wisconsin. Speaker Crisp is kept busy these days in avoiding a glimpse of Tom Reed's joyous faco that he forgets to use his gavel. There isn't enough of tho Demo cratic platform left to make a lean-to to shelter the party from the cruel blasts of winter. In the year to come but very few members of the present Congress will care to have tho fact that they were members thrown up to them. The Michigan plan is becoming very popular. It consists in sending one Democrat to the State Legislature. South Dakota is the latest State to adopt it. Already some 50,000,000 citizens of tho United States have declared them selves against the financial plan of the Administration, and tho returns are still coming in. " It is about time that Secretary Car lisle mixed up another of his famous currency cocktails. He might sug gest the establishment of an elastic currency by printing banknotes on rubber and keep up his reputation for sound financial ideas. Democratic Currency Tinkering. Tho ultimate object of the Demo cratic currency tinkers is to drive tha Country back to tho old system of State banks, under which the value of a note depended very largely upon its distance from the concern that issued it. Back of all the tinkering, arguing and theorizing of the currency quacks lies a determined aud ill-concealed purpose to destroy the present Nati enal banking system and replace it with a scheme that will unbalance tho existing safety aud equality of the cir culating medium and develop specula tion in bank notes iuto a flourishing industry. Government Map* for Public Schools. A *oh*ma to make a eoaoral dletrlbntlno of Ooveram*ot »apaam«a« nhooUthrouwh out tha eoaatrr la provided tor la a recom mendation forwarded by Dlreator Waleott. ot tb* Oaoloateal Harvey, to Ratfotary ■«'«*» aad br him traaamtttad to Ooa*r«sa. Tha amendment to tha Appropriation Mil. It adopted, aaihorlaa* th* IrtfMtor to print ILMO eopte* of a art of t«n topograph!* alia* aharia tor distribution to tha puhNa eohoole of tha Called "tales eorraapoadlait ta grade ta tha uraiamar, aotmal eat high Mhaola a«a taail—, soilages aa t u«lr«r.l- Jlafttw are list*— ti,oo» aa 114,000 at three ins* Halloa* aal the total apprapria iloa aeeeeaary tor iho-dMrihutiaa ww«N ha NO. 16. LUL.LA.BY, Dear little glil. good-night, good-night I The pretty birds in their nests are still | Yfe watched the sun ns he sank from sight, Over the tree tops on yonder hill. - l'wo stars have come Bince the daylight went, Away over there in the sky's dark blue, They must be angels that God has sent To watoh my baby the whole night through. Dear little girl, good-night, good-night 1 I hoar the frogs In the meadow call; They croak and croak in the evening light, Down in the pond hy the old stone wall. [ think, perhaps, that they tell the flowors Never to fear, though the world is dark , They know the firefly lights the hours All night long with his cheerful spark. Dear little girl, good-night, good-night 1 Dear little head, with your silky hair, Dear little form that I hold so tight, Cozy and warm in the nursery ohair! White lids are veiling the eyes so clear, Over their bluouess the fringes creep, Slower and slower I root you dear, My little girl is osleap, asleep. —Good Housekeeping. HUMOR OP THE DAY. Only the untried man wholly irust3 himself.—Dallas News. What nine men out of ten want id a home with hotel comforts.—Puck. A preferred creditor is usually one that doesn't fight for prompt pay ment. —Puck. These balloon sleeves evidently come of a desire to widen woman's sphere.—Boston Transcript. A man who is a complete failure is nearly always particularly fond of giv ing advice. —Atchison Globe. It was a junior in tho Abilene High School who wrote "Evening Dawned at Last."—Leavenworth Times. An egotist reminds one of a lizard ; lop off a bit of him. he squirms a littie and straightway grows on again. Some future generation. If we make no mistake. Will kick about the biscuits That papa use 1 to bake. —Detroit Tribun". If you can't remember what the string tied on your finger was to re mind you of, you are getting old.— Atchison Globe. "That must be a very good book Jumper is reading." "Impossible. He seems to be profoundly interested." —Chicago Inter-Ocean. A housekeeper up town says her grocer is so slow with his delivery that when she orders eggs the boy brings her chickens. Philadelphia Record. Morton—"Are you sure that Penam is really reconciled with his wife?" Crandall—"Yes, I am sure of it, for she reads what h? writes and he eats what she cooks." —Truth. "They say it is electricity," said Pat, as he stopped before the incandescent street-light, "but I'll bo hanged if I see how it is they make the hairpin burn in the botthle."—Yale Record. Sympathy—"My lord," said au overworked parson to his bishop, '"J have not had a holiday for five years." "I am very sorry for your congrega tion," replied his lordship, with a smile."—Tid-Bits. Hostess—"l am going to ask you to take a charming widow down to din ner. Will you?" Burrows—"Cer tainly. I'll take her anywhero that there is a crowd to protect me."— Boston Transcript. Loud sobbed the tramp ; tne groat wet tears Left largo and briny tracks. "Pray what," quoth I, "If not too bold, Your heart so sorely racks?" "Alas!' sobbed he, "I've just bean told About this Income tax." —Boston Budget. We often sneer at the Egyptians for being a slow people, but on the con trary they must have been a very busy race. Even the mummies appear to have been pressed for time.—Rock land (Me.) Tribune. "But, Emma, how can you prefer the plain and shabbily-dressed Julius to my elegant and handsome broth er?" "That is quite simple; your brother is in love with himself, and Julius with me."—Life. "I think Miss Smith and Mr. Jones must be engaged; they have had their portraits taken together." "Indeed? lam glad to hear it. I knew w'aen I introduced them that she woald be taken with him."—New York Pr;sa. A Huge Xooree-llead. What is probably one of the finest moose-heads in the world was taken to Bangor, Me., this week by G. H. Crocker, of Fitzburg, Mass. The ani mal was shot up in Aroostook County at the Ox Bow, aud the moose weighed 1400 pounds. It is about absolutely perfeot in size, shapo and spread of the antlers. The antler* spread sixty iuohes, and wheu it is considered thai fifty-one inohes is a large spread, some idea of the itninenso antlers of this moose is obtained. The largest sot ol antlers of whioh there is any reoord it sixty-one inches, aud this moose sur passed that animal in the shape and formation.—Boston Herald. Lost Sifir In Xoroeea. An important a.ticlo of trade ia Moroooo ia loaf sagar, whieh ia ia general demand for preaentai Every person approaohing a superior, whoa* favor or good will it ia deelred to pro pitiate, ia boand to brlag a gill. Ha cannot appear empty-handed, aad the form that ia moat oommonly taken by the gift ia loaf sugar—Xe» York Dta pe ten. „ A Mara Uksetpliaarlae. General Count vca Ueeeler, of the O.rmaa Army, ia a stern old soldier and a striet disciplinarian. He baa heea known to atop a subordinate In the street and make bim remove hu boo la and atoekinga to seo if bis feel vera clean. Chicago Herald.