SULLIVAN DSHFC REPUBLICAN. W. M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. XIII. Marriage seems to the New York Mail and Express to bo a failure in Switzerland, where one divorce is granted for every twenty-two wed dings. It appears that canned horse meat is really to como on the market. It is said, in tho New York Sun, to be sweetish and not so good as dog, but it is not nasty. Herbert Spencer takes a gloomy view of the future. He believes tho world is approaching nn era of State socialism, "which," he savs, "will bo the greatest disaster the world has ever known." Tho Chicago Times-Herald offers four prizes, aggregating SSOOO, for the best Americau inventions in tho line of "horseless carriages." They must be ready to run from Chicago to Milwaukee in November. Tho San Francisco Examiner be lieves that tho English habit of carry ing ono's wife into an active political campaign could be adopted in ibis country without the wife being polted with a stale cabbage or an out-of-date cat. Some of the republics south of us are said to order a good deal of rail road iron from tho United States. "If these States would buy more railroad iron and fewer guns they would get more comfortably," remarks tn St. Louis Post-Dispatch. When it is remembered that on the lines of a single railroad system in Georgia there aro 2,088,000 peach trees that grow fruit for shipment, something may be known of the pres ent magnitude of an industry that scarcely existed twenty years ago. The peach belt now extends over tho greater part of the State, and soma single orchards number 100,000 trees. Western l'ennsylvania, according to the report of tho United States Geolo gical Survey, has twenty-ono or twenty-two bitumiuous coal seams of commercial value. Dr. Chance, the Assistant Geologist of the State Geolo gical Survey, estimates the quantity of coal contained in these seams at 33,- 547,200,000 long tons. It is estimated that this supply would not bo ex hausted for 830 years taking tho aver age annual production for the past five years, which has been 43,000,000 tons. The existenco of an international criminal league, recently discovered at Brussels, is only another proof that the world is growing smaller day by day. Just as with us one State is too bounded a sphero for the exuberant activities of the artists in the craft of appropriating other people's goods, so it is abroad. A Eurnpoan federation of thieves, secret agents and receivers of f-tolen goods has been unveiled. The headquarters were in London, where tho fence had his quarters. This is 1 development of tho theory of the solidarity of Nations that is not reassuring. Tlio Chicago Tribune observes that n newspaper reporter named William Weldon invented the idea of the "bi cycle sulky," the record-breaking sulky with ball bearings and puou matic tires. He suggested t.he inno vation in a newpaper "fako" article, not really as a practical thing. The Tribune bewails the fact that ho never took a patent for tho idea, thus los ing "millions." The Tribnno ip off- Eeent, however, comments the Path finder, for tho application of bicycle wheels to a sulky wonld not to bo patentable. To entitle to patent the invention must be "novel," and the Patent Oflluo holds that a mere adap tation of a devicj to a logical though new use, is not such a "novel" use as will carry a patent. Thin is apparently to be the greatest corn year ever known, and the season > is now so far advanced, according til a contemporary, as to reduce thj chances of disaster to a minimum. Iu 1891 we raised the greatest corn crop ever grown, but we aro going to ren der it insignificant this year. In 1891 corn covered 76,204,000 acres and yielded an average ot tweuty-seven bushels to the acre. This year the corn fields amount to 82,301,000 acres, or 6,000,000 more tnnn in 1891, and all reports indicate ft larger yield per acre than in that year. But at the eame average yield the crop will amount to 2,222,208,000 —two billion two hundred and twenty-two million two hundred and eight thousand bush els. Corn is worth about fifty cents n bushel, not only in the markets, but in the feeding of lioge. This crop will therefore add SI ,111,101,001) to the country's wealth. Think of it I Mcro than a billion dollars of actual wealth prodnced in a singloyear in the shape of a single crop I A I.ITTLE BONO. A illtlo cot ill a littlo spot, With a little heaven hatli sent; A little way from that cot each y: A grave, perhaps, where the violets lie; • 15ut a heaven on earth and a heaven 011 high— In life and death content! —Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution. OLD SWANLEES DAUGHTER fWO men were rid ing tired horses down an ill-defined trail through North Carolina woods. The one was a New York e r—k eon, alert, dark haired and chronically one day behind with his sharing. His compauion, who rode with difficulty his rough-gaited Kentucky mare, was obtrusively British. Everything, from his deer-stalker cap to his yellow pig skin gaiters, with their buttons down the shin, betrayed him for a recent importation from the islands beyond the sen. They were not friends, scarcely acquaintances ; they had fore gathered some few miles back at cross roads, and, finding that they were heading in the same direction, had jogged along in company. For the past hour the multitude of trails hid bothered them muoh, and there had been a good deal of toss up in their choice, and at last neither had any further ideas to offer about the route, and there was no question that they were most satisfactorily lost. The last blue of the sky was turning to a cooler purple, and a couple of tree toads were already commencing the overture of their nightly opera. "Say," remarked the American, "hove you ever ridden down a strange trail of this sort after nightfill?" "Can't say that I have." "Then, sir, you've an experience in store which won't be all molasses. Yon wait till the trees begin to sneak up and hit you on the knee-cap, then you'll—Great Co-lumbus! see that?" "What, these green shrubs?" "Corn, sir. 'lndian corn,' you call it 'way back in the old country. And here's a house." They wheeled round the edge of the corn patch, their horses picking a way cautiously over the out&hooting roots of the timber, and pulled up before a small frame dwelling. As though their arrival had been expected, the rough door swung open and a man stepped out and faced them. He was nn old man, and heavily bearded. He stood quite four inches above the fathom in his boots, and in the hol low of his "left arm he carried a weapon, singlo barreled and hammer less. He pointed to this and introduced it. "Gentlemen," ho soid, "that is übout tho latest. Rawnsley's 10-firo repeating shotguu. The first of you that slips n hand toward the sly poc ket of his pants will get a hole let iuto him that a yoke of steers could drive through. If you want to stay, you've got to tight it out." He of the yellow gaiters laughed. "What quaint people you Ameri cans are!" lie said. "Why you should ihrcnteu war in this unexpected fash ion, I can't imagine!" "Ho! you're a Britisher?" "English—quite English." "And your companion, isn't ho nn oxcise-mau, either?" Tho Englishman shrugged his shoul ders, ami tho New Yorker answered for himself. "S. T. Vanrennan, real ostoto ogout, Irving place, New York City. Stick to my own trade, Colonel, and shouldn't know what a blockade still was if I were shown one." For u moment the old man seemed incliued to resent this last remark, but only lor a moment. Then Southern hospitality asserted iteelf. "Well, gentlemen," he said, "how can I serve you?" "By putting us on the road for Ashevillo." "I could not do it. Aeheville's good thirty miles beyond this, aud the trail's far too bad for strangers to fol low in the dark. You must bunk with mo, gentlemen, this night." There was a littlo more talk, and then tho horses were led round to a barn at the back, unsaddled, rubbed down roughly, aud presented with six corn cobs apiece; after which the two adjourned to the cabin, supped off heavy corn bread and strong flavored bacon. After tho meal tho Yankee, pleading tiredness, retired to the far room and slept. The Briton, who was traveling in the mountains to pickup character, was glad enough to sit up with his host and talk beside the smelly kerosene lamp over granulated tobacco aud corn cob pipes. Their conversation was on the whole desultory. Only twice was it inter rupted. On these occasions footsteps make themselves heard on the hard, red ground outside, and then, after a pause, u silver half-dollar rolled in under the door. The old man pooket od the coin, lifted the latch, and, reaching a hand out into the darknesp, brought in a quart bottle, which he proceeded to fill from a keg that wafted through the but a strong smell of smoky spirit.' Afterward he thrust out the bottle into the night, and the heavy footsteps recommenced and died out in diminuendo. On the first ocoasion, the old man commented to his guest: "Say, sir, you're what they call in the mountains a tenderfoot, but, from the face of LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1895. yon, you seem itraight. Please re member you've seen nothing." "I'm under {ho tie of bread and salt," said the Englishman. "You needn't fear me," and fell to talking about the game in tho woods. When the Englishman awoke next morning he fonnd that bis traveling companion had already departed. "I didn't press him to stay," said the old man, "but I hope you will honor me with a longer visit. My name is Colonel Swanleo, which you may have seen mentioned in accounts of the war, and once I had a forty-room house here and close on two hundred hands working on a fine estate. The house and the hands are gone, and the estate has run back for tho most part into forest. I've been luckior than some. I haven't sold a rod of ground. I've been spared seeing a filthy railroad plowing through my land, ond I've some other mercies to be thankful for. Come, sir; you said last night you were in no hurry to get on. Will you stay awhile and rough it with me?" Tho invitation was genuine, and bo cause the life was fresh and interest ing to him, and because Old Man Swanlee was loath to let him go, be stayed on tili the weeks grew to over a month. There was much to oacupy his time. Any ono with o taste for scenery may gratify it to tho full in the wooded mountains and valleys of the Alleghany country. Sometimes he took his horse and rodo along the rough trails far afield—over the Great Smokies, and looked down on Tennes soe. Sometimes he roamed through the second growth forest, which ha;l .aprung up in tropical luxuriance over the ouce cleared land, occasionally shooting a wild turkey or a hawk or a flying squirrel, or whipping in two a small rattlesnake, but for the most part finding full enjoyment in admir ing this gallery of pictures which na ture by herself hud painted. Once, indeed, he visited tho distil lery in its weird hiding plnce under the waterfall, and glanced curiously over the crude appliances with which tho fiery corn whisky was produced. But that was only once, and, indeed, the still was seldom referred to. In the evening, when they sat together under the wooden piazza, the English man and his host either rooked oud smoked in silence, looking into tho warm Southern night and listeuing to its myriad insect noises, or ol o tho old man would talk and unfold pic tures of post Southern splendor. They seemed to be living then in an atmos phere of nearly half a century before, and at times tho Englishman had hard work to bring himself back to the true realities. But at last there cnino a breaking up of the pastoral, and it arrived in a bar barous shape. Tho place was raided by tho revenue men. The visitor was away bee hunting in the woods when they arrived, but hastened back when tho sound of heavy firing came down to him over the timber. He gained tho hut, per haps luckily, toolato for interference, but the history of what had oocurrod was written out beforo him in ruddy lettering. Throe officers of the excise j lay twisted aud dead on the red 6oil, ' shot down by that terrible 10-fire re peotor, which carried its charge like a heavy ball for tho short distance. Farther out was Vaurennau, doubled i up over a stump like a half-tilled meal ! sack. Flitting in aud about tho trees, ! still farther down the trail, were four saddled horses leisurely grazing. Thoro was no sign of Old Man Swanlee. Had ho run for the woods, or- The newcomer rushed cross the dealing and into tho cabiu. The blocUado distiller, was stretched out on tho floor with b'.ood oozing iuto pools around him. Tho Englishman shuddered and bent down for examina tion. An ear shredded through by one bullet, temple grazed by another, left elbow shattered by a third ; none of theso were mortal, none could causo this prostration. Ah! thero was a worse wound, in the groin---that meant death. Under the irapromtu surgery tho old man woko up. "That blasted detective, Vanrennan ! However, he's got his grnel, and so havo the revenue men, and I'm dying, and---Hullo! who are you?" Old Man Swanleo gripped his gun agaiu and started up full of fight. "Oh, it's you, sir, is it? I ask your pardon, I'm sure," ho said, bowing with old-fashioned courtesy, "but this little domestic trouble must be my excuse. Thoso fellows have pumped lead into me till I've been a trifle thrust oil my balance. Thanks, if you would assist me on the floor again and bring the corner of that box under my head." He rested a minute to collect his thoughts, and then went on afresh. "Now, Mr. (I've forgotten your name), circumstuncos compel me to ask you au intense favor. I've had staunch friends, but some were shot in tho war and somo have died since, and the rest aro scattered I know not where. There isn't a soul to whom I can trust my little girl." "Your daughter is this that yon're speaking about?" "That's so. I havon't mentioned her before. I don't let her have any truck with the lot down here, and didn't intend to until the place was ready to reoeive her as she should be received--as my mother was received when she came upon the estate. Yes, sir, that's what I've been toiling and slaving for all these year*, barely spending a dollar in cash exoept a few Cdntg an aore for taxes; holding onto the land with a miser's grip, while the forest stamped the snake fences out ol sight, brewing a vile r ->• for the mountaineers around. No, sir ; I've not sold moonlight whisky be cause I liked it, or hugged my balanca at the banks merely to put myself back on the aucestral dunghill. I've done my orowing. But, sir, when my little girl was boru in l'.ich uond dur- ing the siege, my wife made me prom ise before sho died that, eome what might, I'd see the child mistress of the house we'd been driven from here. My wife was a very proud woman, sir; her familyclaimed descent from Pooa hontas. I sent the ehild to a convent in Paris, and there sho's remained ever since. But she's finished her ed ucation, and she's coming home right now—coming home to her inheritance. Yes, sir, the estate will be hers in an hour or so's time, and with it a mat ter of $50,000. Now, sir, will you give a dying man a hand?" "I will do anything that lies within my power." "Then find out my daughter," camf) the astonishing reply,' 'and marry her." Horror struck, tho Englishman started to his feet. Did not this man realize that he was a murderer, still red handed? "My God 1" said Old Man Swanlee, "you aro not going to refuse me?" Ho stretched out a bony hand and caught at the other's gaiter. "Heav ens, man, think what you are saying. Think what this means to me 1" The other turned away his head in despair. "It is not much lam asking. She's beautiful. I had her photograph sent me only the other day. She's highly educated; she's well born; she's rioh. What more can a young man want in a wife?" "But," broko in the Englishman, desperately, "lam not free. I met a girl in Paris a while back, and crossed with her here in the boat from Havre. Before we landed iu New York sho had promised to become my wife. I never could marry any ono else. I—er—in short, I love her." The old man's knotted hands wres tled with one another tremulously. "I see," he said at last, with a heavy sigh. "I should like it to have beeu, but what you say is final. Still, sir, you must do something else for me, if you will." "Anything that lies within 'mv power," exclaimed the other eagerly. "Believe me, anything." "Then find out my daughter and act as her guardian. Give her my dying command to obey you in everything, and sho will do it. See that sho has her rights; guard her irotn advon turers ; watch that she marries a good husband, a man that is worthy of her, ono who will troat her well." The old man's voice had diod down almost to a whisper. His companion stooped over him. "I will do all you ask,"he said earnest ly. "But you had better tell me now where I shall find Miss Swaulee." "Thanks; you are very good. But 1 ought to have told you sho is not bearing that name now. To avoid complications which arose aftor tho war I mado her take another, which sho will carry until sho comes back here. Sho was christeued Miriam, af ter mother, aud—" The old man's voice drooped. "Yes, yes," said the Englishman, impatiently; "but what was tho sur name?" "Lee." "What, Miriam Lee?" "Yes, sir; Miriam Francos Leo." "Just God! That is tho girl to whom I am engaged!" The Englishmau reeled ag*iust tho table, staring wildly at his host. Old Man Swanlee had ceased to live, but tho auglc of the hut propped him against falling. On his grim old face thero was a curious look of satisfac tion.— Now York Advertiser. Il iby in a Ten.lnch Well. The eighteeu-months-old child of Bill Gee, a farmer living near Tiger town, had a terrible experience 011 Tuesday evening, says tho Galvostou News. A ten-iuch bored woll had just reacliod a depth of twenty-nino feet, being near the house, wheu the little ono went out aloue to investigate. Somehow he managed to fall in feet first and was impaled upon the end of the boring machinery, a part of which was yet in the well. Tho frautic mother was a witucss to the horror and immediately gave the alarm. The child could not bo gotten out of tho hole, so tho neighbors were all sum moned and some eighty of them wont to work digging a great squaro hole uear the well. This being completed to a depth on a level with the ohild, a tunnel was made from tho hole to the well and the child rescued after beiug iu its perilous condition twenty-three hours. Its plaintive cries, "Mammal mamma, oome take me out!" were heartrending. The child will recover. Curious Tyranny. A newspaper printed at Lnbeck, Germany, gives a curious instance of police tyranny in tho neighboring town of Dassow. A poor laboring woman named Dorothea Bruhu, whose husband had for many years beeu bed ridden, went to the pastor of tho town with a request that he would officiate at tho burial of one cf her children. The pastor merely said that he would see about H, and failed to appear at ih j grave nt tho appointed hour. In default of other religious services tho mourning mother recited over tho grave a singlo verse of a hymn ex pressing her faith iu the ohild's welfaro in tho other world. For doing this she was reported bv a zealous police man as having violated an ordinance forbidding any lay person to make a discourse at an interment. The Police Justice found her guilty and she was fined the sum of a little less than sl, with the alternative ou non-payment of a day's imprisonment. Kalmucks Are Dying. In Astrakhan, Russia, the Kalmucks are dying out. They are afflioted by some mysterious mental disease that is filling the asylums and hospitals, and the mortality is so great that there will probably *OOll be nut oue of the race left iu the district. THE MERRY SIDE OF LIFE. STORIES THAT ARB TOLD BY THB FUNKY MEN OF THE PRESS. After Tribute—Neighborly Peeling— I natanter—Doubly Afflicted—The Small Boy's Idea, Ktc., Ktc. Come let us wander o'er the mead This pleasant Hummer day; Let's watch the bovine at his feed, The farmers toss the hay ; And through the clover let us stray, 0 summer girl—and I The usual tribute sweet will pay Whon coming through the rye. —Harper's Bazar- DOTTBIJY AFFLICTED. "Hi, Jimmy, wot's de matter?" "Back's blistered." "Swimmin' or lickin'?" "Both."—Chicago Record. NEIGHBORLY FEELING. Fond Parent—"She's got a lot of music in her." Sarcastio Neighbor—"Yes. What a pity it's allowed to escape."—Truth. INSTANTEIL. Thomas—"Have they named tho twins over at your house yet?" John—"Yep ; pa called them Thun .ler and Lightning as soon as he heard ibout them."—Puck. THE SMALL HOY'S IDEA. Boy—"I want to buy nomo paper." Dealer—"What kind of paper?" Boy—"I guess you better gimmo fly pap jr. I want to make a kite."— I'hilndephia Record. IIE WANTED TO KNOW. Little -e —"Pa?" Mr. Callipers—"Well, my sou?" Little Clarenco -"Pa, which is tho biggest nuisauce—the mau who talks iu his sleep or tho min who sleeps in his talk?"—Truth. A OItEAT SACRIFICE. Miss Uppercrust--"3ho'« awfully self-sacrificing. Do you know, she stayed away from church last Sunday iu order to sit with a sick frieud." Mr. Cynicus - "I dou't see anything so self-sacrificing in that." Miss Uppercriut—"Yes; but sho had just got a new dress and hat."— Now York Ledger. INTRICACIES OF OI'B LANGUAGES. "Mother," said Johnnie, after deep thought, "suppose I should knock thin vaso off tho table and catch it—then I wouldn't catch it, would I?" "X---n—no, I suppose not," his mother slowly assented. "But," continued Johnnie, still toy ing with tho vase, "if I should knock it off aud not catch it—then I would catch it, wouldn't I?" "Yes, you would," hismother grimly returned, this time with quick decis ion. —Rockland Tribune. TWO CORPORATIONS CLASH. "This bill," protested tho man at the window, "calls for 32.61 for gas burned in June, and there wasu't any body iu tho house during the cutire month to my certain knowledge." "The meter tells a different story, sir," replied the cashier at tho gas company's office, "and wo have togo by tho meter; #2.fit is right." "Well, I'll pay it," said the other, taking out his pockotbook with great apparent reluctance. "i'our name, 1 think, is Ruggles. Hero is your ico bill for last February, amounting to $2.9G. We have called your attention to it several timo. c , but you havo al fused to pay it on tho ground that you did not know any ico was left at your door during that month aud you didn't need it. It wasn't our fault if you didn't know it. The books show that the ico was left there, aud we have togo by our books. Tho differ ence is thirty-two cents, and if you will just hand over tho amount—" Ilero they clinched. —Chicago Tri bune. THIS WAS A HOOD ONE. "Did I toll you the latest bright thing my little boy got of!?" asked Mcßride, as he joined a group of friends at the club. "Yes, you did," replied all, iu con cert, with discouraging unanimity. "That's where I've caught you," re torted Mcßride, "for it only hap pened last evening, and I haven't seen » soul of you fellows since. Besides, this was really ft good one." "Then you haven't told it to us," replied Kilduff, speaking for the crowd. "Qo on." "Yes,*toll us quiokly," added Skid more, "and let us have the agony over." Thus enoonragod, Mcßride begau: "You know, boys, little people have sharp ears, and they are not at all backward about telling any little scraps of information they pick up. This peculiarity has led a good many parents to resort tooo to bring up and educate that girl?" Fond Lover—"Yes, sir; and from my point of view I should say, sir, that she is fully worth it."—Somerville Journal. Tho Third Time Proposal: She (bored)—"No, Mr. Lytely, I can never love you. I honor and respect you. I am sure you would mnke some other womau a good husband. I—" He "Well —er—could you---er—give me a letter of recommendation to luy next place?"— Vogue. Au Extra: Lady—"Your testi monials are satisfactory aud I am will ing to take you at the terms you asu, namely, thirty Uorins, only I expect that you will treat my children with affection." Nursery Maid—"Affec tion? Then I shall want live florins a month extra." —Der Floh. Squildig—"Did the bride's father do the correct thing when youug Spud kins married Miss Casiibox?" Mc- Swilligen—"Well, lie gave the bride—" Squildig (interrupting) "I knew ho would do something hand some." McSwilligeu (resumiug) "He gave the bride away."—Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. "Mercy!" criodthe editor's wife, as she aroso in the morning to lind two windows priod open au I tho lamp overturned in the middlo of the floor. "There was a burglar in the house last night -a burglar!" "Yes," said the oditor with a yawn, "he struck us just before daylight, but he was evidently a very poor man. I only got out of him. You'll find it in tho bureau drawer. The key's under my pillow." Atlanta Constitution. The Clock Didn't lluti on Sundays. A London gossip writes: "The Aquarium people have organized au exhibition of curious old clocks anil watches. Among tho 2000 examples acquired are several of special inter est. Of the general exhibits one of tho most interesting is a clock built by a pious Scotchman a century and ft half ago. To guard against any pos sible consequences of breaking the Sabbath, he so constructed it that at midnight on Saturday it stopped dead, aud never so muoh as ticked until Monday began."—Jewelers* Ciroular. BismaTck's Mold Chessboard. Prince Bismarck was recently the recipient of a handsome present in the shape of a chessboard inlaid with alternate squares of yellow aud milk white amber laid on an under surfaco of gold. Tbe figures, which are marv elously carved, are also of amber, and each minute detail is faultlessly car ried out,