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with a stale cabbage or an out-of-date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 <lay|
A song to sing, ami a word to say;
A little winter—a little May,
An<l a heart content, contentl
A little wife, and a little lifo
In love and duty spent;
A song and sigh as the years go l>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 t<J spelling words
when their young children are pres
ent. Of course that sort of thing is
of no avail after the youngsters learn
to spell. Well, Mrs. Moßride and I
are in the spelling stage now, and
little Freddy is ofton very much
mystified by our remarks to each
other. Last night we had our new
minister to dinner, and Fteddy
watohed the good man helping him
self very liberally to biaouits. He
thought it ft good opportunity to put
into use the family verbal cipher, feel
ing perfectly certain that the minister
would find it unintelligible. So he
called out, 'Mammal'
"'What is it, Freddy?' asked my
wife.
" 'Mamma, isn't the m-i-n-i-s-t-e-r a
p-i-g?' spelled out Freddy, triumph
antly."
The fellows had to admit that this
rtory about Mcßride's boy was really
• a good one.—Harper's Magazine.
Terms—sl.oo in Adranee; 51.25 after Three Months.
MCIBIfTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL.
The electric lines in Chicago now
extend over 500 miles.
A metallio ribbon is the latest sub
stitute for bieycle chains.
The only dyes impervious to the
bleaching power of the sun's rays are
Prussian blue and ehrome.yellow.
The meat of the herring gives the
muscles elasticity, the body strength
and the brain vigor, and it is not
flesh-forming.
A mastodon skeleton unearthed in
Border County, Texas, in August,
1894, had tuska atached to the skull
which were ten feet long.
The problem of employing spirits
for lighting on a new principle similar
to the inoandescent gas light is re
ported to have been successfully solved
by a German.
A French medical authority asserts
that death caused by a fall from a
great height is absolutely painless.
The mind acts very rapidly for atime;
then unconsciousness ensues.
It is nrged that photographers gen
erally should be prepared to catch
vnws cff lightning in order that it
may be studied photographically as
effectively as astronomy is now done.
A new method for identifying hand
writing is reported to havo been dis
covered. It consists in enlarging the
letters by photography and measur
ing the alteration due to beating of
the pulse.
One of the most reoent projects for
rapid transit is tho susponsion of tho
oars, the motive power beingeloctrici
ty. The inventor claims that tho
enormous speed of 186 miles per hoar
may be attained.
The Cincinnati Euquirer has discov
ered that a drop of air at a tempera
ture of minus 180 degrees will freezo
a hole through a person's hand just as
quiokly as would the same quantity of
molten steel or lead.
An export says that in the nervos at
the finger tips of blind persons well
defined cells of gray matter, iu all re
spects identical with the gray matter
of the brains, are formed. They car
ry their brains in their bunds.
Slag brick chimneys arc being tried
abroad. The weight is but half that
of brick, and a special cement binds
together tho blocks composing tho
chimney so firmly as to require neith
er chain nor irou band for strength
ening.
It has beeu pointed out that tho
hairs of somo caterpillars, prevalent
at this seasou of the year, may causo
serious ioflamatiou of tho eye, and
impairment of visiou. Thoy should
bo removed from the oyo at ouce if
introduced there.
A Lucky Accident.
As an example of how a remunera
tive specialty iu hardware forced it
self on a reocptivo and appreciative
Yankee, tho following incident will bo
of interest:
Among manufacturers small cast
ings aro often putin revolving
cylinders with pickers or stars made
of cast iron, having usually six points,
tho extremes of which are about au
inch apart.
They ore also fnmiliar to toy deal
ers, who sell tliein to children us
"jackstoues." Tho pickers, together
with small castings, are put into the
tumbling barrels, so that any particles
of sand adhering may be removed and
a better finish given the eastiue's.
A large and well-known New Eng
land conocrn, which, in addition to
tho other liues, manufacturers screw
wrenchei largely, formerly used a
peculiarly shaped malleable iron fer
rule, with irregular openings at tlio
four sides and circular openings at the
two ends, weighing about an onuce.
Some of these ferrules chanced to be
a part of tho contents in ono of tho
tumbling barrels. When the barrel
was opened tho attendant noticed,
what to him seemed almost incredible,
that the picker with all its prongs was
inside tho ferrule, the openings of
which wore comparatively small. The
observant mechanic logically con
cluded that as it had got in it could
be got out agaiu.
The phenomenon was brought to tho
atteutiou of parties who decided to
apply tho idea in a puzzle, uud the re
sult has been that the original manu
facturers are now making tho two
parts uuder contract, iu tou lots,
while the first order is said to havo
netted a profit to the promoters of
SI7OO. —Iron Age.
A HI deulous Custom.
I? it thfire is nothing more amusing,
perhaps, iu all the quaint and curious
"customs" of the House of Commons
than the strange ceremony which
marks the termination of its every sit
ting. The moment tho uouso is ad
journed, stentorian voiced messengers
and polioemeu cry out iu the lobbies
and corridors; "SVho goes home? - '
These mysterious words have sounded
every night for centuries through the
Palacoof Westminster.
The performance originated at a
time when it was necessary for mem
bers togo home iu parties for com
mon protection against the footpads
who infested the streets of London.
But, though that danger has long since
passed away, the cry of "Who goes
home?" is still hoard night alter
night, receiving no reply, and expect
ing none.—Chambers's Journal,
The South American Te.i.
One of the prinoipal proluots of
Paraguay is the yerba mate, which is
largely used as tea in South America.
It was discovered recently that adul
teration was practised in tho com
merce and preparation of that plant,
and the Minister of the Interior, nt
Asuncion, has reoeutly taken severe
measures to detect and punish thoie
who practice adulteration. —New York
Tribune.
NO. 48.
IN THE ORCHARD.
A lengthening vista of yellow and green.
With shafts of deep shadows and i lulight
between;
The branches, wind-tossed, dapple tree.
trunk and ground,
With ripples of light on the soft waves of
sound.
The apple trees old, with arms gnarled and
gray,
Like sentinels grim stand In martial ar
ray.
Their armor of green disolosing o'erhead
Rich treasures of fruit shining yellow and
rod.
The vanishing point is a crooked rail fence
Whero scampers a squirrel with malice
prepense;
A chattering robin doth hotly pursue
The little red thiof and chases him through.
—B. E. Jaquos, in American Agriculturist.
HUMOR OF THE I)AY.
A war club—Tho triple alliance.
It's all up with a man when he's
turned down.
Some people can keep their minds
on a mighty small object and not feel
cramped for room.—Puck.
A large majority of those who think
they need co axing really require club
bing.—Milwaukee Journal.
Mrs. Peastraw—"How on earth did
you get yourself so dirty?" Johnny
—"I was in swimmin'."—Truth.
You can salt down your money, but
you ennuot catch goldeu eagles by
putting salt on their tails.- -Truth.
It's the summer fly that bustles.
Till within the spider's gates.
And the spider never hustles,
But he gets there while he waits.
—Truth.
Too many men regard death »s they
do their banker, and expect ample no
tification when their time will be up.
—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Inventors of college-yells can find a
mine of inspiration in sitting around
listening to women talk baby-talk to
their babies.—Atchison Globe.
Isn't there some way in which we
can arrange to get our weather prop
erly mixed instead of taking the in
gredients separately?— Troy Press.
"Our landlady says sho likes to seo
her boarders have good appetites."
"Well, I'm not surprised. Some
women aie naturally cruel."—JLiife.
Johnny must have got his guu
By exhortations goaded;
But his silence is suggestive that 1
He didn't know't was loaded.
—Puck.
"What is the name of that man?"
signaled one deaf mute to another.
"It'd queer, but I can't reoall it,"was
the reply ; '"though it is right at my
finger ends. "—Puck.
"Why is it," asks the Manayunk
philosopher "that when a man is af
flicted with chills and fever the chills
always come on tho cold days and the
fever on hot days?"— Philadelphia
Record.
Preparod for tho WorHt: Edna—
"Whom is Miss Golighty going to
marry?" Millie—"OldMoneybagges."
Edna—"How do you know?" Millio
"She's having most of lior trousseau
mado in black."—Tho Mourner.
Stern Father—"Do you realize,
young man, thai up to tho present
time it has cost me at least S'-J>ooo 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,