SULLIVAN REPUBLICAN.
W. M, CHENEY, Publisher.
VOL. XIII.
11 is said that tho late patent de
cision is likely to cheapen telephone
service amazingly.
Athletics Are said to be languishing
in our colleges. Footboll is under ban
and baseball is too slow.
There are about 12,000,000 houses
in this country, with less than six
people to each on the average.
"Ninotv-six per cent, of our trade
is confined to the homo market," es
timates the Atlanta Constitution.
An educational qualification will
hereafter be required of men seeking
enlistment in tho United States
Army.
Tho world's chief supply of alabas
ter comes from the quarries of Vol
terra, some thirty miles southeast of
Pisa, in Italy, where this industry
has been handed down for genera
tions.
Schools of stenography and type
writing turn their pupils to use by
doing at rather low rates typewriting
for lawyers and others. The copying
makes good practice for the pupil
and incidentally brings in consider
able revenue to tho school.
The Boston Transit Commission will
relieve the narrow, crooked and
crowded streets by a subway, begin
ning in the Pnblio Garden and ending
at Park street. The subway will bo
partly double-track and partly quad
ruple, and will bo lighted by elec
tricity.
England is not generally thought of
as a gold producing country, but
Knowledge says that there are per
haps few. countries in the world in
which tho metal is more genorally dis
tributed. The principal mines in
Wales, now abandoned, were worked
as long ogo as the Roman occupation.
Tho Southern Florist and Gardener
soys: The last census shows that tho
earth yields to tho Southern farmer
twenty-five per cent, on his capital
annually, against a yield of only four
teen per cent, to his Northern brother.
If the value of machinery and live
stock is included as capital, the dif
ference in favor of the Southern far
mer ifl even greater.
Says the New York Observer: The
death of John Stuart Blackie removes
one of Scotland's most interesting
oharaoters. While a loyal subject of
Her Majesty of Great Britain and Ire
land, he was pre-eminently a Scotch
man, and opposed with decided earn
estness all influences calculated to ig
nore or lessen tho distinction between
things English and things Scotch. His
services to his own country have been
very great; his influenco for good
upon the young men who have como
in contact with him during his long
professorship is beyond computation.
The Boston Transoript says that the
British Iron and Steel Institute has
just awarded the Bessemer gold medal,
the highest prize to which metallur
gists may aspire, to Henry Howe, of
Boston, a son of Mrs. Julia Ward
Howe. "This honor," it adds, "has
been conterred on only four Ameri
cans hitherto—Peter Cooper, Abram
8. Hewitt, Alexander L. Holley, who
introduced the Bessemer process into
this country, and John Fritz, who de
eigned and built the great Bethlehem
iron works. Mr. Howe reoeived the
medal for his writings and investiga
tions into the soientiflo features of
steel making. Among the European
recipients of tho medal are Sir Will
iam Siemens, the inventor of the open
hearth steel-making prooess; Sir
Joseph Whit worth and Lord Arm
strong, of gun fame, and G. S.
Thomas, the inventor of the basic
Bessemer process."
The St. Paul Pioneer-Press remarks:
While the farmers of the Northwest
are deploring the advent of the Rus
sian thistle, a new forage plant, also
of Russian origin, has made its appear
anoe, whioh promises to prove suoh a
blessing to farmers as to more than
atone for the damage done by its
pestilent compatriot. It is known as
saoaline. It requires no cultivation.
Once planted, it propagates itself in
any soil, in dry, sandy, barren or in
wet, alluvial swamps. It stands the
drouth, for its roots strike deep. It
drinks in the rain, when there is any,
like a camel loading up for a journey
through the desert. It is as nutritious
as any of our grasses. It possesses a
combination of remarkable properties,
which adapt it wonderfully well for
the conditions existing in Minnesota,
and especially the Dakotas and beyond.
Our impression is that tho Minnesota
agricultural college is trying it, or
has arranged to try it on the State
experimental farm.
CRADI.E SONO,
The maple strews the embers of its loaves
O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'noath the
leaves.
And the moody erioket faKers tu his cry—
Baby-bye!
And the lid of night is fulling o'er the sky—
Baby-bye!
And the lid of night is falling o'er tho sky.
The rose is lying pallid aud tho cup
Of the frosted ealla lily folded up,
And the breezes through the garden sob and
sigh—Baby-bye!
O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where
thoy lie—Baby-bye!
O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where
they lie.
Yet, baby—oh, my baby—for your sako
This heart of mine is ever wide awake.
And my love may never droop a drowsy eye
—Baby-bve!
Till your own are wet above me when I die—
Baby-bye!
Till your own are wot above mo when 1 die.
—James Whitcomb Riley.
STOPPING AN" EXECUTION,
NE spring
r g r. K z
t living in se
nboutthirty-
SofTwas
the town
where I was living, and for five or six
weeks had scarcely seen anyone to
speak to.
So engrossed was I with my task
that I had no timo to read even the
newspapers, aud was quite ignorant of
what was going on in the world. Tho
only relaxation I allowed myself was a
good brisk walk into the country
every afternoon. With this exception
I had hardly stirred from my house,
except to run up to London onoo or
twice for the purpose of visiting the
docks and making certain technioal
investigations concerning them. This
I did, as a good portion of the novel
I was working at wos about the life of
dock surroundings.
It was a little after 8 o'clock one
evening in April that I finished the
second volumo of my work. I put on
my hat and coat and started oil' for an
evening stroll. I had no sooner
stepped into tho street than a boy ao
costed me with n bundle of papers
under his arm with tho request:
"Buy an evening paper, sir?" I
bought one, put it in my pocket and
resumed my walk.
It was a fine night and I went some
little distance, reaching home a little
after half-past 9.
I had laid down the newspaper on
the table when entering the room, in
tending to read it during supper, but
my appetite had got the better of my
craving for intelligence, so it was not
uutil I had lit a pipe and subsided
into a cosy armchair by the fire that I
unfolded the sheet of printed matter.
I opened my paper —nay,
lazily. I looked at the "leader."
Something about anew "Greek loan."
That didn't intorest me. I skipped
through the little item of news and
hurried jottings and summaries pecu
liar to our evening papers. Presently
my eye was oaught with the following
paragraph heading: "Impending Ex
ecution. "
There is a morbid fasoination for
most people in an execution, and, so,
yielding to this feeling, 1 proceeded
to read the paragraph.
"The murderer of the unfortunate
James Renfrew will be hanged to
morrow morning at 8 o'clook. The
wretched man, whose name—Charles
Fenthurst —is now in everybody's
mouth, still insists in his plea of in
nocence."
Here I became deeply interested.
The name of Fenthurst was most fa
miliar to me. I had formed a deep
friendship with a man of that name.
He was a good fifteen years my senior
and had died two years previously. I
knew he had a son named Charles, a
young fellow, who had emigrated to
South Afrioa early in life and who was
generally supposed to be working at
the diamond mines. Could this be
the same man? I read on.
"It will be remembered that at the
trial the strongest circumstantial evi
dence was brought to bear upon Fent
hurst. The murder took plaoe in a
house on the outskirts of the small
town of Clinfold. It was proved that
Fenthurt was in the habit of frequent
ing Renfrew's premises, and that ap
parently he was expected there on the
evening in question. He was seen near
the place soon after the crime was
committed, and several other proofs
of a strongly condemnatory character
were also laid against him. He has
persisted from the first, however, in
maintaining that he was absent from
Clinfold at the very time tho murder
took plaoe. This was about 7 o'clock
in the evening. At that hour, he says,
he was returning irom London, where
ho bad been spending part of the day.
Only one witness, he says, oould prove
this, and that is an individual who
traveled with him us far as P— and
entered into conversation with him.
Advertisements have been inserted in
all the papers by Fenthurst's legal ad
visers for the purpose of discovering
the individual in question, but as no
ansiver has been forthcoming'.it is gen
erally believed that the whole story is
a myth. At any rate, there seems but
small chance of the alibi being proved
at the lust moment. Tho murder was
committed February 6. Since his con
demnation the murderer has been con
fined in SilkmiiMfoi- jail, where his ex
ecution will take placs."
Astonishment and dismay confront-
LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, MAY 3. 1895.
Ed me os I laid the paper down. I was
the missing witness they had so vainly
sought. I distinctly remembered,
enrly in February, running up to town
rather late in the afternoon, spending
just half an hour there, and returning
by the first train I could catoh. My
landlady didn't even kuow but that I
had been for rather a longer walk than
usual. I had entered into conversa
tion on the return journey with the
only otber oceupont of my ooinpart
ment, a young man with a small black
bag, on which was priuted the letters
"0. F." I remembered all this dis
tinctly. In order to make sure I
snatched up my diary and quickly
turned to the date of the murder,
February 6. There was tha entry:
"Ran up to town in afternoon. In
quired concerning material for chap
ter vii. Saw B— for half hour. Re
turned by 6.42 train."
The horror of the situation now
flashed upon me. A man's life—the
life of my old friend's son---depended
upor me. I looked at my watch. It was
just 11 o'olock. Hurriedly I dragged
on my boots, thinking the while what
I should do. My first impulse was to
rush to the telegraph ollioe. Then,
with dismay, I remembered that it
was shut for the night after 8 o'olock
and that tho postmaster took the 8.30
train to tho largo town of F—, about
five miles off, where he lived, leaving
the office for the nisht in the charge
of a caretaker and returning by an
early train the next morning.
It was impossible to telegraph. Thou
I thought of going to the police (there
were just twojconstablea and a sergeant
in our little town,) but what could
they do more than 1? Country police
are provorbial for the leisuroly "rou
tine" manner in whioh thoy set about
any inquiry and it would never do to
trust them. I was in despair.
Madly I threw on my hat and rushed
out. Iran in a mechanical way to the
postoffice. Of course, it was shut,
and if I had aroused the caretaker he
couldn't have wired. Besides, all our
wires went first to F—, and, as I have
said, all communication was shut oil
after 8 o'clook. Then I started for
the railway station. This was about
half a mile from the postoffice and
well outside the town. Aas 1 hurried
along I thought, with fresh dismay,
that this would also prove a fruitless
errand, for the last train to Silkminis
ter was the 8.30 p. m., by which I
have mentioned the postmaster always
traveled. Silkminister, I must men
tion, was nearly 150 miles down the
line.
Should I wait till the morning and
telegraph? I remembered that the
office did not open till 8 o'clock. I
had by this time, reached the station.
Of course, it was all shut up and all
tho lights were out, except those in
the signal lamps tor the night ex
presses. It was bow past 11.30.
Was there no hope? Yes!
At thi9 moment my eye caught a
light in the signal box, about a quar
ter of a mile up the line. I could see
the signalman in his box, tho outline
of his figure standing out against the
light within. I looked at my watoh;
the down express from London was
almost due. I would make a rush for
that signal box, and compel the occu
pant to put the signal against it and
stop it. It was a desperate game; but
only get that train to stop for an in
stant and all would be right. By get
ting into it I could reach Silkminster
in the early morning, and what .cared
I for any action tho company might
take if I saved my friend's son. If
the signalman refused to put baok the
levers, the strength born of despera
tion would enable me to master him
and relax them myself. All this
flashed across me in an instant, and I
clambered over the railings on the
side of the station, and found myself
on the line.
Even as I reached the rails a sema
phore signal that was near me let fall
its arm, aud the light ohanged into a
brilliant green. The express was sig
naled! Would there be time? I dash
ed along over the rough ties toward
the signal box. It was very dark, and
I stumbled over and over again. I
had cleared about half the distanoe,
when I heard the ominous roar ahead,
and in a few seconds could distin
guish the glitter of tho engine's head
light bearing toward me. The train
was just over a miio from J me, rushing
on at express speed. With a groan I
ejaculated, "Too late!"
At that instant my eye fell upon a
ghastly looking structure by the side
of the track, laming grimly through
the darkness. It resembled a one
armed gallows with an arm hanging
from it! For a moment I thought it
must have been a fearful fanoy con
jured up by the thought of Fenthurst's
dreadful fate, but immediately I re
membered that this strange looking
apparition was none other than a mail
bag suspended from a post—in fact,
part of the apparatus by which a train
going at full speed picks up the.mails.
The express train thut was coming had
a postal oar attached to it. From the
side of the oar a strong rope net would
be laid out; catching the bag I saw
suspended before me.
As a bag would bo deposited from
the train in a somewhat similar man
ner, there ought to have been a man
on guard. 1 afterward found he had
left his post and gone to have a ohat
with his friend in the cheery signal
box.
A mad and desperate idea took pos
session of me. The train that was
bearing down, and which would reach
me in one minute, should pick me up
with the mails I 1 grasped the idea
of the thing in a second. If I oould
hang onto that bag so that it came
between me and the net it would
break the force of tho shook, and the
not would reoeive me as well as the
bag. Fortunately lam a small man.
The bag hung just over my head. I
jumped at it, seized it, drew myself
up parallel with it, held it firmly at
the top, where it huug by a hook, and
my le«s up so iu> to present as
small a compass as possible. It did
not take me half a minute to do all
this. Then I waited. It was but a
few seconds, but it 'seemed hours. I
heard the roar of tho approaching
train. Then the engine dashed past
me. I shall never forget the row of
lighted carriages passing about a foot
away from me—closer than even that,
I suppose—and I hanging and waiting
for the crash to come.
And it came. There was a dull thud
—a whirr and a rush, and all was dark.
When I came to my senses I was ly
ing on the floor of the postal van.
Two men in their shirt sleeves were
busily engaged in sorting letters at a
rack. I felt bruised and stiff all over,
and I found that my left arm was
bound in a sling made out of a hand
kerchief.
"Where are we?" I asked.
They turned around.
"Oh, you've como to, have you?"
said one of them. "Now, perhaps,
you'll give an account of yourself.
It's precious lucky you're here at all,
let me tell you, for if you had been a
taller man we should only have got
part of you in tho net. As it is, you've
got your collar bone broken. We've
tied it up a bit. Now, perhaps, you'll
speak out; and look here, if we find
you've been dodging the police, don't
you go thinking yon'il give 'em the
slip any further. The mail van au't
a refuge of that sort."
I told them tho motivo that had
prompted mo to take the desperate
step I had done. Thoy wouldn't bo
lieve it at first. Luckily, though, I
had put the evoning paper and my
diary in my pocket, so I showed them
the paragraph aud tho entry. Thoy
were civil enough then.
"Well, sir, wo shall be in Silkminis
ter about threo or a little after. I
liopo you'll be able to save tho poor
beggar. You must excuse our turn
ing to work again, and the best thing
for you will be to rest yourself."
They piled a quantity of ompty
mail bags on the floor and made me a
rough shake-down. Before he went
to his work again the other one
said:
"What a pity you never thought of
a better way out of the difficulty than
coming in hero so sudden like."
"There was no other way."
"Yes there was, sir."
"What was that?"
"Why, you should have got the sig
nalman to telegraph to Silkminster;
ho could have done it all right."
What an idiot I had been, after all!
However, I should be in time to stop
the execution.
A little after 3 we drew up at Silk
minster station. There was a police
man on the platform, and I at ouco
told my story to him, the result being
that we drove around to tho jail and
insisted upon seeing the Governor. Oi
course, ho was deeply interested in
what I had to tell him, and at onco
made arrangements to stop the execu
tion. The Home Secretary was com
municated with by means of special
wire. Fortunately, he happened to
be in town, after a couple of hours of
anxious suspense a reprieve was re
ceived from him.
"Well," said the' Governor, "I don't
know which I ought to congratulate
most, Mr. Fenthurst or yourself, for
you liavo both had a most narrow
escape."
Little remains to be told. I soon
identified tho condemned man as the
person whom I had met in the train.
He also turned out to bo the sou of
my old frioud, as 1 had fully expected.
After the due formalities he was dis
charged. Suspicion having strongly
attached itself to his name, however,
he was very miserable, uutil about a
fortnight afterward the real murderer
was discovered and captured. Charles
Fenthurst and myself became fast
friends, aud although I was fearfully
shaken and upset for some weeks after
the adventure, I never regretted the
night on whioh I was picked up with
the mails. —Strand Magaziue.
The Deadly Candy Bar.
There is an immense amount of non
sense uttered in the guise of scientific
advioe, and nothing more thoroughly
foolish than the perpetual attacks up
on candy and confeotionery, says
Margherita Arlina Hamm. The argu
ments are the same as those employed
fifty years ago, when two-thirds of the
bonbons of the market were made with
terra alba and other abominations. At
the present there is scarcely a pound
of candy in tho market that is not pure
and wholesome. Good candy in mod
eration is heatliful aud nutritious
The desert Arabs of Africa use as thoir
ohief article of diet the dried dates,
which are so rich in sugar as to be al
most candy in themselves, and thoy
are about the strongest and healthiest
men in the world.
Every child who is healthy craves
oandy, and the craving merely repre
sents the food value of the thing de
sired. To forbid a little child a feu
bonbons now and then does far more
harm than to gratify its natural and
unobjectionable desire.
Oandy in oxoess is injurious, but no
more so than ripo fruit, roast beef,
plum pudding, or even inashed pota
toes.—Now York Mail and Express.
Dressing Wounds Willi Ashes.
Recent wounds should be dressed,
says Dr. Paßhkoff, with a thin layer of
ashes prepared extempore by in
cinerating some cotton stuff oi linen.
The ashes mingling with the blood
form a protecting scurf under which
the lesion heals very rapidly. This
simple and convonient method lias
been praoticed by the Cossack
peasantry from time immemorial, and
the doctor mentions that in his own
experiense of twenty-eight cases of
outs, stabs, ornshes, etc., twenty-six
healed without any suppuration. Ho
also recommends that dirty-looking
wounds should be washed with a
boracio solution before being dressed.
—New Orleans Pi<aavu»«
$120,000,000 LOST!
EIGHT MONTHS OF THE DEMO
CRATIC ADMINISTRATION.
How the Business of the Country Is
Beginning to Revive—Bennett
Shys We "Ought to Thank the
Vramers of the New Tariff."
The statement of oar import And
export trade for Februai y is not en
couraging, our exports being $3,600,-
000 less than in February, 1894. A
year ago our February exports were
$11,812,190 greater tban our imports,
but in February of the present year
our imports were $2,017,839 greater
than our exports. Taking the figures
for the eight months ending February
28, 1894-5, wo have the following:
EIGHT MONTHS ENDING FEBRUARY 28.
1894. 1895.
Domestic exports .$019,377,183 $549,060,010
Foreign imports.... 415,415,162 466,243,447
Excess of exp0rt5.5203,962,021 i? 83,410,193
This shows that during the eight
months ending February 28, 1891, we
exported almost $204,000,000 worth of
goods more than we imported, but
during the corresponding eight
months of the current fiscal year our
exports were only $83,416,193 more
than our imports, showing a loss of
$120,500,000 in excess of exports.
Next, comparing separately the ex
ports and imports for the eight
months, we have the following showing:
EXPORTS FOR EIGHT MONTHS ENDING
February 28. Value.
189 $619,377,183
1895 549,060,640
Decroaso $69,710,543
IMPORTS FOR EIGHT MONTHS ENDING
Fohruary 28. Value.
1895 $466,243.417
1894 415.415.162
Increase $50,828,285
From this it is plain that our ex
ports during the current year for
eiprht months decreased bv $69,716,-
543, whilo our imports for the same
period have decreased by $50,828,-
285. In this connection it is inter
esting to quote the following from the
New York Herald:
"There could be no better proof
that the business of the country is be
ginning to revive than this increase of
tho import trado. From several
quarters como well founded reports of
a decided increase also in the exporta
tion of American manufactured goods,
for which the manufacturers ought to
thank the framers of tho new tariff."
The economist of Mr. .Tames Gordon
Bennett's paper will be gratified at
the revival in the of our im
port trade, but tho •'tfeoided increase
also in the exportations of American
manufactured goods" is problemati
cal, when wo flud a loss of exports
amounting to almost $70,000,000,
"for whish tho manufacturers ought
to thank tho framers of the new tariff "
1892.
1895.
Farmers Are Interested.
Mr. David Binghaui, tho veteran
grain exporter, said that the grain ex
port trade was in about the same con
dition as a year ago, and that was un
satisfactory, and promised to remain
so, with little prospect of improve
ment this crop year either in demand
or priceß. Mr. H. O. Armour, whose
oonoern is recognized as the largest
packers in the country and does the
largest domestio trade in hog at well
as beef produots, slid that trade is not
as good, has not been and does not
promise to be as good as last yaar,
owing to the general industrial aad
agricultural depression and the conse
quent inability of laboring people and
farmers to buy the usual amount of
goods in their line, of whioh consump
tion is less than during the panic year
of 1893.—New York Journal of Com
merce.
More Money Goes Abroad.
The quantity of cement reoeived
through the Now York custom house
under the first fivo months' operation
of tho Gormau tariff was 162,111,403
pounds as compared with 123,672,962
poun Is received during the corre
sponding five months a year earlier. ,
Terms—sl.oo in Advance ; 81.25 after Three Months.
TUG MULE MARKET.
Farmers and Teamsters Losing
Money Under Democratic Admin
istration.
Farmers who own Jacks and Jennies
will be interested in a study of the
Government mule report which was
issued by tho Department of Agricul
ture last month. There was 2,333,108
mules in the United States at the be
ginning of 1895, as compared with 2,-
314,699 mules in January, 1892, show
ing an increase of 18,409 mules within
three years. This is a gain of less than
one per cent., and so small that it
should not in any way nlTeet the price
of mules. But comparing further the
value of mules on the farm, we find
it to have been as follows;
Value
per head.
January, 1892 .$75.55
January, 1895 47.55
Loss $28.00
It seems that mules which were worth
$75.55 each at the beginning of 1892 iu
the time of MeKinley protection were
worth only $47.55 a head at the begin
ning of the present year under Gor
man free trade, the loss to farmers
and others being S2B upon each and
every mule vhich they owned. Ap
plying these average values to the total
number of mules we get at the entire
values at each poriod, as follows:
Total valuo
of mules.
January. 1892 $174,882,070
Januury, 1895 110,927,831
Total loss $63,954,236
Farmers, teamsters and mule owners
generally can see that they have lost
almost $04,000,000 through the de
preciation in the value of mules since
our good protection timos when tho
MeKinley tariff act was in force. This
is a little extraordinary, because under
the new tariff we were promised a
larger demand lor all American pro
ducts from the markets of the world
that were to be opened to us as soon
as the MeKinley tariff was abolished.
Unfortunately, this seems to be an
other instance where foreign buyers
have failed to keep their part of tho
agreement that was promised for them
by our free trade falsifiors.
Cheap Goods Come High to I.llc .lieu
With No Money to Buy.
Pulitzer tor Protection.
Wo are pleased to noto that tho New
York World is beginning to realize
tho necessity for protection iu tho
United Statos. Referring to recent
matrimonial events, it said :
"But is it not about time that we
should take steps for future protec
tion? How far is this thing togo?
How much of the wealth of the coun
try is in tho hands of our heiresses?
How many noblemen nro there in
Europe with genuine titles but with
limited means? How much of our
wealth will bo left after all these
noblemen have discovered the oppor
tunity offered them by our titie-wor
shiping society?"
If the World is afraid that the
wealth of our heiresses will leave us
through matrimonial alliances and
thinks that it is "about timo that we
should tako steps for futnre protec
tion," what about tho bauk accounts
of our business men and of our wage
earners—those who endeavor to put by
some little savings as the result of
their toil and industry? Aro they not
equally as much entitled to "future
protection?" Why should the wage
earners, whom the World always pro
fesses to befriend, be deprived of a
portion, if not all, of thoir earnings
through the foreign alliances aud en
tanglements entered upon by our un-
American administration, whieh tho
World helped to elect, for tho benefit
of foreign labor, of foreign manufac
turers and of foreign industries? It
is time that the World began to look
after the welfare jf the masses of our
people more materially than by giv
ing them free bread. It should not
merely develop into a "title worship
ing" sheet, seeking only "for future
protection" for the bank aooounts of
Amerioan heiresses, but it should be
oareful of the smaller bank accounts
of the wives and daughters of labor.
Will Blow in 1897.
When President Cleveland was in
augurated two years ago Dully Bros., i
silk manufacturers of this village, i
muzzled their factory whittle and it j
has not blown sinoe, tho working peo
ple going to and from their work with
out its melodious souud. The whistle
will be again blown in 1897 with tho
inauguration of a Republican Presi
dent and good old times.—Fort Plain
(N. Y.) Free Press.
Big; Timber L.*ntl Uml.
F. H. and C. W. Goodyear, of Buffalo, N. Y. t
have purchased 1000 acres of Potter County
(Pennsylvania) timl>er land fro m William
Dent, and the timber and hemlock bark on ,
another traot of 4000 iww. Those tracts are
estimated to contain 1,000,000,00') feet of I
standing timber. The price paid W as .112 150,- I
000. The timber lands of l'otter County aro I
now all practically in the hau'lsof the Good
years, whose sawmills are at Austin.
NO. 30.
THE AFTFR- VISION.
Sometime, when nil life's lossons have been
learned,
And sun and stars forevermoro have set,
Tho things which our weak judgments hero
have spurned,
The things o'or which we grieved with
lashes wet,
Will flash l>eforo us, out of life's dark night.
As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;
And wo shall see how all God's plans are
right,
And how what seemed reproof was love
most true.
—May Biley Smith.
HUMOIt OF THE DAY.
So long as your gray hairs can bo
counted they don't count.
A man can earn a fortune on paper
in twenty minutes.—Atchison Globe.
The saying that "silence is golden"
probably originated with some black
mailer.—Puck.
It has always been a mystery how
straight an insane murderer can shoot.
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
It is better to be alone in the world
than to bring up a boy to play on the
accordion.—The South-West.
Cupid isn't any moro like the pic
ture we 600 of him than courtship is
like marriatre. —Detroit Free Press.
If you do not believe there is an ex
ception to every rule, consult some
lawyer who has lost his case. —Adams
Freeman.
A doaf mute student recently broke
three knuckles wliilo conjugating the
Russian verb "to love" with his left
Land.—Puck.
Hank checks are considered the best
kind of note paper for absent hus
bands to use in corresponding with
their wives.—Syracuse Post.
Mr. Usher—"l have always been
afraid of being buried nlive." Dr.
Pulser—"No danger, man; I am your
doctor.Philadelphia Inquirer.
A man is always proud of his chil
dren who are large for their age, ex
cept when ho is trying to pass them
on half-fare tickets.—Atchison Globe.
Traveler (inquiring at famous castle)
"Can I see the autiquities to-day?"
Servant—"l am afraid uot, sir. My
lady and daughters have gone to town."
—Household Words.
Figg —"I guess you would have
been glad to get a slice of pie when
you were in the army?" Fogg—"lf
I could only have been at home to eat
it."—Boston Transcript.
Wife—"Do you really love me, my
pet?" Husband—"l adore you, my
sweet, and am prepared to give you
any proof of the fact not. exceeding a
hundred francs!"—ll Carlino.
Little Miss Freckles (proudly)—"Mv
now doll winds up and walks." Littlo
Miss Mugg (airily)—"lf I'd a-known
that kind was bein' sold, I'd a-got one
for a waiting maid for my dollie."—
Good News.
Mistress (on the second day to new
cook)- "Kathi, just be so good as to
lend me live marks." Cook (aside) —
"Ha, hal that's why she said yester
day the cook in her house was treated
as one of the family !"---Der Schalk.
Mrs. Small wort—"l don't know
what has come over my husband. He
eoorus to bo suffering from an attack
of pessimism." Old Mrs. Beddoe—
"Law, me ! Why don't you give hiin a
jood dose of tansy and bitters?"— Ci
ncinnati Tribune.
felted by Cold Fire.
Lieutenant John P. Finlev, ono of
the best-informed meteorologists in
the service of the United States, tells
a wonderful story of a most remark
able snowstorm which he once encoun
tered in making the ascent of Pike's
Peak, and whioh, he says, could bo
best described as a "shower of cold
fire." In reality, the "shower," as
he explained to a Republic reporter,
was a fall of snow, in which every
flake was BO charged with electricity
as to present a scene that can be bet
ter imagined than described. At first
the flakes only discharged their tiny
lights upon oorning in contact with the
hair of the mule upon whioh the Lieu
tenant was mounted. Presently they
began coming "tbioker and faster,"
each flake emitting its spark as it
noiselossly sank into tho drifts of the
same substance or settled upon the
clothing of the observer, or the fur of
the beast upon whioh he had essayed
to make the ascent of the peak. As
the storm increased in fury and the
flakes of snow became smaller each of
the icy partioles appeared as a long
blaze of ghostly white light, and tho
roaring produced by the electrio ex
plosions conveyed an impression of
nature's grandeur, which Mr. Finley
declares he will never fqrget. When
the electric storm was at its height,
and each flake was as a streak of fire,
sparks of the electric fluid escaped in
streams from Mr. Finley's finger-tipe,
as well as from his ears, beard and
nose.
Amusing Admiralty Blunders.
Admiralty blunders are not, says
the Paris correspondent of the London
News, a privilege of Great Britain
alone. The Frenoh Minister of Ma
rine kept at St. Pierre Miquelon, near
Newfoundland, a stock of empty bar
rels whioh had contained lard, wine,
and salt meat. The Colonial Gover
nor, not Knowing what to do with
these "empties," which wore rotting
and falling to pieces, asked that they
might bo removed. The Commissioner
of the Minister Marine ruled, how
ever, tbat tbey mint be sent to Frano«
As no transport is to be found in tb»
Newfoundland waters, it was neces
sary to charter a sailing vessel, the
Seaflower, which was on its way to St.
Malo. The vessel landed, the other
day, its precious freight, a sum of
#SOO being paid by the Admiralty to
the owners. The barrels -.vere sold by
auotion the other day, and fetched
(lie sum of S3O.