THE MEN WHO DO NOT LIFT.
The world U sympathetic. The (statement none
can doubt:
When A'in trouble don't we thluk that B ahould
help him out?
Of course we haven't time ourselveH to care for
any one,
But yet we hope that other folks will see that it ia
done.
We want the grief and penury of earth to be re
lieved. •
We'd have the battles grandly fought, the victo
ries achieved.
We do not care to take the lead, and staud the
brush and brunt.
At lifting we're n failure, but we're splendid on
the grunt.
And there are others, so we find, as ou our way
wo jog,
Who want to do their lifting on the small end ol
the log.
They do a lot of blowing, and they strive to make
it known
That were there no one else to help, they'd lift it
nil clone.
If talking were effective there are scores ami scores
of men
Who'd move a mountain off its bast* and move it
back again.
But as a class, to state it plaiu, in language true
and blunt,
They're never worth a cent to lift, for all they dc
is grunt.
—Chicago Herald.
THE ELECTRIC HANI).
Early in the summer of 18(56 I was
sent from Yuma with dispatches for the
commanding officer at Prescott, Ariz.,
being at that time in the employment of
the government as courier and scout.
All the tribes in the territory were bos
tile, and most of them were on the war
path. I decided, therefore, that it would
be less dangerous to cut across the coun
try than to follow the usual roads or
trails on which travelers were being
daily killed. I struck out in a northeast
course, and followed that direction as
nearly as the configuration of the coun
try would permit.
On the afternoon of the third duy,
shortly before sundown, I struck the
trail from Woolsey's Agua Caliente ranch
to Wickenburg, and, following it for two
miles or more, came to some water
tanks. As I was getting into the Indian
country 1 resolved to ho very cautious.
After preparing and eating my supper
I carefully extinguished the small fire,
and scattered the embers and ashes so as
to leave no trace of it. After having
given my pony a good drink at the tank
I resorted to tactics with which every
scout and mountaineer is familiar. Hav
ing ridden forward on the trail until 1
found rocky ground, where the hoofs of
my pouy would make no impression, I
dismounted and put the mufflers on his
feet. I then turned round and rode
back, and passed the water about half a
mile, where at a point some five or six
hundred yards from the trail I founu
good galletta grass for the horse and
made camp. 1 was on the east side of
Jhe trail, and (sife from observation
from it or the tanks. As these maneuvers
were executed after dark I felt sure that
they could have been witnessed by no
one. I laid down my blankets and went
to sleep with a feeling of absolute se
a.curity.
Some time about the middle of the
night I awoke without any apparent rea
son. Listening attentively, all seemed
quiet. Sinking back to re3t, 1 noticed
that my pony had quit eating. This again
roused me, and soon the perfect silence
was broken by faint sounds of horses'
feet in the distance. "If it be Indians.'
I thought, "my caution lias been war
ranted, for they can't find me for some
time at least."
The sound of the liool's became plainer,
and I was soon able to determine that a
single animal made them, and that it was
being hard ridden. Wonder and alarm
took possession of nie when, at a point
on the trail directly opposite from which
I was sleeping, the gallop broke, and at
a much slower pace the horse came in
my direction. I reasoned that it could
not be an Apache, for a solitary Indian
would select an opei\ place at some ele
vated point to sleep. It followed, then,
that the midnight rider was white and a
stranger to the trail, and his approach
was nothing more than a chance. This
reasoning was completely upset when,
in a loud voice, the strange horseman,
now quite near, sang out:
"Hello, stranger! where is you? Don't
be 'tall alarmed; it's all right!"
llow the man could possibly know that
I was in that vicinity was something
passing my understanding, but I an
swered bis salute, although in a lower
and more cautious voice; and when lie
came up to me proceeded to inform him,
in language more forcible than polite,
that we were in an Indian country, and
that the people who went riding over it
yelling like Comanches were likely to
lose a lock or two of hair; that this
might be a trivial matter with him, but
for my part I considered my tresses val
uable.
"Beg pardon; but that's all right, part
ner," he coolly replied; "there ain't no
Injun in live mile of here; that 1 can
bet. Hut it's lucky for me you camped
on the right hand side of the trail or I
wouldn't have found you. Where's
your water?"
I handed him my canteen, and as 1
was thoroughly vexed at his impudence
as well as nettled at the ease with which
he found me, I inquired, in a manner
not at all intending to disguise my feel
ings:
"How in the deuce did you fin* me,
anyway? Were you hanging around
here watching me make camp, and
waited until this time to make your pres
ence known?"
"No," he unswered, in an undisturbed
manner, us he took his lips from the
canteen.
"I know you did not trail me. My
horse must have attracted you by some
noise."
"No, partner, I did not hear you or
your ho'se, and I reckon I was fifteen or
twenty mile out on the desert, seeing the
time of night it is, when you spread your
blankets. 1 didn't trail you, either; I
felt you. It's lucky for me you're on the
right hand side of the trail."
He felt me at a distance of five or six
hundred yards. The reply convinced me
that I had been overtaken by a lunatic.
,v.aatm
Before I had a chance to speak again, he
inquired:
"Where's highest water?"
I told him where the tank was, and
with the assurance that he would b
right hack he rode away. That.l was
completely confounded at strange
visit and nonplussed with the travelei
feebly expresses my sensations at the
time. After the unknown traveler had
returned from water, he unsaddled and
staked out his horse, and I heard him
gathering up twigs of the mesquite.
Divining his intentions, I asked:
"What are you going to do now?"
"Build a little flre, partner, and have
a bite to eat: haven't had nuthin' since
mornin'."
"Well, if you are an escaped lunatic,
and desire to commit suicide, I am not.
Do you want to bring a hundred or more
Apaches down here within the nexl
hour, and have us both killed? This i(
my camp, and you Bhall not build u fire
here to-night. You can wait until morn
ing to eat; if not, go some place else and
make your fire, far enough away so thai
I will not be compelled to suffer for youi
stupidity and nonsense," said I
losing all patience.
"Well, partner," the midnight horse
man replied, in an injured and disap
pointed tone, but free from all offence.
"I don't like to be unsociable, and won't
do nuthin' when you says no, and I car
wait till mornin' for my coffee and ba
con. Man, I don't danger myself or no
body. A little fire in that wash there
couldn't be seen ten yards by a Injun 01
nobody else, and when I tells you there's
no Injuns nigher to us than five miles, 1
know what I is talking about. I was
born in western Missoury, twenty-nine
years ago, when the Injuns was tryin' tc
burn our cabin, and my good mother
leastwise, I never seen her—died two
hours after I came to the world. Do you
think that's for nuthin"? Do you think a
good woman gives up her life for a boy
who grows to be a man, and give up
whites to the Injuns? No, sir-ee. I hates
'em, and I wish I could kill every one ol
'em, for the whole lot of 'em, ten million
times over, is not so good as my mother.
I can feel 'em if they is nigh, and I have
had one of 'em for every hair that was
in her head —leastwise, if she was like
other women. Travel with me, pard.
and there is no dangor to nobody. I'sc
a friend to every man as had a white
mother, and an enemy to all Injuns.
Good night to you!"
I awoke first in the morning, made a
fire, and was getting coffee ready when
ihe stranger got up. He was tall and
slender, with a round, good natured
face, black eyes, hair and mustache, and
appeared several years younger than the
age he gave the previous night. Hit
countenance was frank and oppn, and
bis actions simple and modest. He gave
the name of Dick Harbert; was going to
Santa Fe—a very dangerous trip at that
time—and was glad to have company.
So, after our breakfast, we saddled up
and started off together.
I learned little of my strangely met
companion during our ride that day. He
was a good rider, excellently mounted
and well armed, and the only physical
peculiarity 1 noted was that he was de
cidedly lefthanded. His right arm aud
hand may as well have been of wood for
the uses made of them, yet they were
apparently sound and uninjured. 1
became more and more mystified
with the man. lie rode along,
so far us I could see, without giv
ng the slightest attention to his sur
roundings, but his peculiar confidence
was expressed and illustrated whenever
he detected me inspecting the country
with especial care, by some remark, as:
•There's no Injuns here; never you
mind, partner, I'll tell when they is
around."
We had a good hard wagon road for
the greater part of the day's travel, and,
as water was plentiful, made good time.
We entered People's Valley toward even
ing, and intended to make the old sta
tion, a few miles further up, for the
night. Harbert was riding slightly ahead
of ine, when I noticed him drop a switch
which he carried in his right hand, and
extend that arm in front of him. A mo
ment or two afterward he turned to me
and said, witli a smile which I thought
unsuitcd to the situation, "There's In
juns about here."
I could not see the slightest thing to
justify the assertion, and we rode on for
about fifteen minutes before Harbert
drew up his horse and said:
"Yes, they is to the north of us, and
not mor'n half mile ahead of us. They
think they'll s'prise us, but they won't
do nuthin' of the kind. How's your
guns, partner?"
I took a careful look at my weapons,
while Herbert examined his pistols,
handling them with his left hand, but
did not take his rifle out of the holster.
My curiosity had by this time overcome
all other considerations, and I could not
refrain front asking my companion how
ho knew that Indians were in that vicin
ity.
"Know? Why, 1 alius knows. Didn't
I tell you before? I feel 'em. Listen."
With this, he held his right hand close
to my ear, and my astonishment was
complete. 1 lis lingers, which were
slightly trembling, as I first supposed
through fear or excitement, gave forth
a very faint yet distinct metallic sound,
more closely approaching that made by
a tuning fork than any I had before or
have since heard.
"It's my alarm clock; it alius goes that
way when Injuns is nigh," said he, in
answer to luy countenance. "Now, if
you is ready, we'll go on. We'll cut
from the road to the right, and give the
Apaches K long shot. You use the rifle,
and I'll make my pistol count at short
range, if need be; leastwise, 1 won't
waste no ammunition, you can bet."
We started down the gentle slope at
a long, swinging gallop, and sure enough
when we had covered about half a mile
I saw an Apache raise his head from be
hind a rock on the hillside to our left.
As I drew up my Winchester to shoot a
volley from four or five rifles was fired
at us, but the range was too long, and
we suffered no injury. I returned the
lire, and, although there was no prear
ranged plan of action, both Harbert and
myself wheeled our horses and started
toward the Indians.
They broke from their shelter and scat
tered, all endeavoring, however, to pass
beyond the ridge of the hill of the side of
which they had made their ambush. 1
followed several up the hill in the direc
tion from which we came, tiring eight or
ten shots, and having the satisfaction of
seeing one of the murderous fiends fall
to the ground.
As I had not heard a shot from Har
bert, I turned around to see what had be
come of him, and thus witnessed one of
the most extraordinary and inexplicable
occurrences in my life. Ilarbert was
pursuing, in a diagonal direction from
me, three Indians, who were endeavor
ing to cross the ridge at the lower point
than those whom 1 attacked, but, while
within close range, did not attempt to
shoot. Just at this moment a buck, who
was nearest to him, pulled up his weapon,
but the pistol in the left hand of my
companion cracked, and the Indian fell
over dead. I could see that Herbert's
horse had a free rein, and that it under
stood the work in hand as well as its
master, for in another moment it was
alongside of the second Indian. No shot
was fired this time. Harbert clutched
the Apache by the neck with his right
hand, and threw him from the pony he
was riding, scarcely pausing in his mad
chase after the third savage.
Thinking that the Indian who had been
pulled from his horse was simply stunned,
I rode rapidly towards him, but was sur
prised, upon reaching the body, to see,
by the distorted features and protruding
tongue, that life was extinct.
By this time Ilarbert had come up tc
the last wretch; again his right arm
went out and his hand clutched the
throat of the Indian, who rolled from hie
horse as though his skull had been
cloven. Again turning into the road
and shouting to me to follow, Harbert
started in the direction we had been pre
viously traveling at a speed which my
pony could not begin to maintain.
The entire fight, if fight it might be
called, did not last over five or six min
utes. Although not unfamiliar with
such things, I was completely bewil
dered. How did Harbert kill the hist
two Indians? He surely did not strangle
them to death, for he did not take suffi
cient time, and he certainly did not pos
sess the strength to dislocate a man's
neck while using but one hand. Why
did he not shoot them like an ordinary
man would have done? Was he a wiz
ard, and what unseen powers did he pos
sess? While trying to settlo these and
other questionsof a similar nature which
rapidly came to my mind, I overtook my
companion, who lay writhing on the
ground in apparent agony, while his
horse was quietly grazing on the grass
near by.
Believing that he had been wounded,
1 sprang to his side to render what assist
ance I could, when he turned his face
toward ine and fairly hissed:
"For God's sake, man, don't touch me;
it'll kill you!"
Ilis jaws set, his eyes rolled and his
features gave evidence of the most in
tense pain; great beads of perspiration
stood out on his brow. His limbs were
twitching, and Ids entire frame was con
vulsed. I never saw any one suffer such
agony as Harbert did for the next five or
six minutes, and when the throes became
less violent he sat up and began rubbing
and beating his right arm, repeating
over and over again, in a low moan, '"Oh,
it'll kill me; it'll bust; it'll break; some
time I'll cut it off—cut it off!" It was
fully half an hour before the suffering
man was able to mount his horse and
rido to the station, but in the meantime
he assured me he had not been wounded
by the Indians.
Wo reached Prescolt the next evening
without any further encounter with the
Indians, and during the day Herbert ex
plained to me reluctantly—for he was
averse to talking on the subject—the na
ture of his peculiar gift or ailment. It
seems that lie had possessed it since
childhood, and was inclined to attribute
it to the painful circumstances attaching
to his birth. It was never thoroughly
developed until he cnine into the Indian
country, when lie found that by the sen
sation in his right hand lie was able to
detect tbe presence, at considerable dis
tances, of his inherent foe, and also that
of other people if they were to the right
of him. When unduly excited or angry
his "electric hand," as liarbert himself
culled it, became an instrument of cer
tain death, instantaneously killing any
one upcn whom it was laid. After such
occasions he invariably suffered the
agony I had witnessed the day before.
Poor liarbert never reached Santa Fe
alive, ins dead body—stripped of its
flesh by the coyotes—having been found
near Navajo Springs some two months
after our meeting. The cause of his
death still remains a mystery, and his
premature demise unfortunately closed
to the medical fraternity all opportunity
of ascertaining the cause and determin
ing the nature of the storage power
which I saw him exercise.—Charles Lane
Moslier in Boston True Flag.
ItapiU IHmbling.
A physician of New York, at a little
gathering there recently, told of one of
the first professional calls made by u fel
low practitioner. lie was sent for by a
ricli but avaricious man who had dislo
cated his jaw. The young surgeon
promptly [tut the member in place.
"What is your bill, doctor?" asked the
patient.
"Fifty dollars, sir."
"Great heavens!" And tbe man opened
bis mouth so wide as to dislocate iiis jaw
a second time. The physician again put
things to rights.
"What did you say your bill was?"
again asked the patient.
"I said it was fifty dollars; now it is
one hundred."
The man grumbled, but paid it.—Phil
adelphia Ledger.
No C'liiiiicfl for Damages.
ill's. Merritt—l hear your husbaud full
on the ico and broke his leg. That was
dreadfully unlucky.
Mrs, Giles—l should say it was. He
fell 011 our own sidewalk.—Epoch.
A LIBRARY OF BIBLES.
THE SCRIPTURAL COLLECTION MADE
BY A RESIDENT OF BOSTON.
Old Jewiiili Manuscript* That Were Bard
to Obtuiu—A Roll from the Fanioue Jeru
salem Dealer—The Wonderful "Chained
Itible"—A Piece of l'apyrus.
8. Braiuard Pratt, of Forest Hills, is
the owner of the largest and finest col
lection of Bibles in this part of the coun
try. For upward of twenty-five years
Mr. Pratt has been accumulating this
collection, and now haw over three hun
dred volumes and a great variety of
manuscripts of the Bible. Some of his
Bibles are nowhere else to lie seen in this
country.
Beginning with the manuscripts, is a
Jewish roll of the five books of Moses.
These Jewish rolls are very difficult
things to got. Mr. Pratt had been try
ing for ten years to find one, when a
learned German professor, Dr. Gregory,
of Leipsic, secured this one for him. It
is contrary to the Jewish law to allow
one to fall into the hands of a Gentile.
When one is worn out, or for any reason
of no further use, it is buried in the
ground and the place of its interment
forgotten as soon as possible. It would
be considered sacrilege to destroy one in
any other manner as much as to let a
Christian have it. This roll in Mr.
Pratt's |>ossession was made by a learned
rabbi of Posen, Prussia, for his own use,
and at his death his children thought
more of the money than the sac redness
of the roll and sold it to Dr. Gregory. It
came into Mr. Pratt's hands for $65.
The roll is of vellum, which is a mate
rial of finer texture, thinner and smother
than parchment, and is a continuous roll
48i feet long, made by sewing together
a lot of skins some 20 inches in length.
Not an erasure or correction appears on
the whole manuscript, as the copyist is
obliged, if he makes an error, to destroy
the entire skin on which it has occurred
and begin his work again.
THE TWELVE MINOR PROPHETS.
Mr. Pratt lias since received several oi
these rolls, one of the most interesting oi
which contains the twelve minor proph
ets, Hosea, Joel, Amos, Obadiah, Jonah,
Micah, Nahum, Habakkuk, Zephaniah,
Haggai, Zechariah and Malachi. This
roll was used for a long time at a syna
gogo in Jerusalem, and was finally laid
aside, as the letters were too fine for the.
eyesight of the reader, and another was
made in larger letters. The discarded
roll was condemned to be buried, but the
Rev. Dr. Selah Merrill, who was then in
Jerusalem, persuaded the man to whom
the duty was intrusted that it could be
buried in Boston just as well as in Jeru
salem.
Mr. Pratt has another roll from Jeru
salem containing the Book of Clenesis.
This was purchased by the Rev. H. C.
Turnbull, D. D., at the shop of M. W,
Shapira, a famous Jerusalem dealer in
ancient manuscripts, who became noted
for almost succeeding in swindling the
British Museum out of $250,000, which he
demanded for nil alleged ancient copy oi
some rare Biblical manuscript. It took
the keenest experts on the subject in the
world to prove the manuscript spurious.
This roll in Mr. Pratt's possession is a fine
specimen of Hebrew lettering, with one
funny thing about it. It is against the
law to send a roll of any part of the
Scriptures out of Jerusalem. But the
Jewish standard of absolute correctness
and perfection in their roll is so high that
an imperfect copy doesn't count, and a
single letter wrong or missing makes the
whole roll imperfect and worthless in
their sight. So the first letter of the first
word of the first verse of the first chap
ter of Genesis is omitted. This vitiates
the whole business, and the roll is of no
account, it can lawfully lie sold, it can
go into the hands of a Gentile, and it can
be sent out of the sacred limits of the
holy city.
Four more of these curious rolls came
from Constantinople to Mr. Pratt's li
brary, containing respectively the books
of Ruth, Songs of Solomon, Ecclesiastes
and Lamentations, all of them on parch
ineiit. He has two parchment rolls of
the book of Esther, which came from
Constantinople, one of which was for
merly read from in a synagoguo in the
sultan's capital, and another 011 an ex
quisitely carved ivory roller, which is
written in characters so small as to be a
perpetual wonder and tribute to the ex
traordinary patience and linger cunning
of the copyist. He lias a roll f Esther
011 paper from Russia, and one 011 parch
ment from Germany.
A GREAT CURIOSITY.
One of the greatest curiosities in the
whole collection is a "chained Bible."
This mediaeval relic was printed at Stras
burg in 1480, less than half a century
after the invention of printing, and
twelve years before the discovery of
America. It is in four immense folio
volumes, each being 20xl8jx5 inches in
size, and containing a voluminous com
mentary 011 the sacred text, both text
and commentary being in Latin, the
tough old black letter being used, which
none hut a few adepts can read. The
binding of these ponderous tomes is
heavily re-enforced with iron (dates and
clasps, and a heavy iron chain is at
tached to eacli of them, by which the
old books were secured to pillars in the
churches where they were kept. These
volumes were printed by John Guten
berg, the father of printing, and were
doubtless among the first Bibles ever
printed.
One can only gaze with awe and ven
eration upon a piece of papyrus, framed
behind glass, on whose brown and dingy
surface, in strange characters dulled by
centuries and barely distinguishable, is
written the third verse of the second
chapter of Exodus. This dates back, per
haps, 2,000 years —no one can tell how
old—it belongs to an antiquity so vast.
The very reeds from which this papyrus
was made were of a species that ceased
to exist centuries ago. The language is
ancient Coptic, a dead language while
Latin and Greek were daily spoken by
millions. Mr. Pratt lias another similar
hut less ancient piece of papyrus, also
from Egypt, and bearing a fragment in
Greek letters.
Mr. Pratt was impelled to begin his col
lection by the general ignorance of the
origin of the Bible and the way it came
down to us, among the people, as re
vealed by his Sunday school class. So
he started to form a collection of manu
scripts and volumes that should illus
trate each successive form which the
holy books have taken from the liegin
ning until the present day, the various
kinds of material on which it has been
inscribed or printed, and the languages
which it has passed through. What it
has cost him he has no precise notion,
but the closest guess that can be made
would not place its total cost at less than
$5,000. —Boston Advertiser.
Candying Fruit.
The candying of fruit, whole or cut,
is carried on at Genoa and westward
along the French Riviera, as well as in
Spain and Portugal; but Leghorn may
be considered to occupy the first place
in Italy, and perhaps on the Mediterra
nean, in the preparation of candied cit
ron and orange peel. The citron is
bought for the purpose from Corsica,
Sicily, Calabria and other southern prov
inces of Italy, as well as from Tunis,
Tripoli and Morocco, and the candied
peel is exported to England, Germany
and North America. The Corsican cit
rons are the best; then follow those of
southern Italy, the African fruit taking
the third place. The oranges used nearly
all come from the islands of Sardinia,
Corsica and Sicily. Every requisite to
the industry comes from abroad. Egypt
furnishes the sugar, England the fuel,
and distant provinces of Italy the wood
for the boxes in which the product is
exported. The province of Leghorn
contributes nothing but the labor.—Once
a Week.
Ericsson's Monitor.
John Ericsson, the great engineer, in a
confidential letter, written March 23,
1866, said: "The great importance of
what I call the subaquatic system of
naval warfare strongly presented itself
to my mind in 1826; yet I have not dur
ing this long interval communicated my
ideas to a single person, excepting Em
poror Napoleon 111. What I knew twelve
years ago, he knows, with regard to the
general result of my labors, but the de
tails remain a secret with me. The
Monitor of 1856 was the visible part of
my system, and its grand features were
excluded from its published drawings
and descriptions." Among Ericsson's
papers were found, after his death, a
series of autograph pencil drawings,
showing these concealed features of his
monitor system as originally conceived.
They represent the ideas of subaquatic
attack first presented in the Destroyer in
1878, after being withheld from the pub
lic gaze by their author for half a cen
turv.—Scribner.
A Horn Mathematician.
A curious character in southwestern
Maine is George S. Mclntyre, whose ap
petite for mathematics and poetry has
given him a reputation more .than local.
He is over 60 years old and has always
led a hand-to-mouth existence, his re
markable proficiency in the branches
mentioned never having proved of any
particular value to him. His taste for
figures was roused when he was a boy
by the gift of an old algebra. He mas
tered this without assistance, and since
then has never been able to satisfy his
greed for mathematics, the most abstruse
branches proving no obstacle to his
strange mental acquirement. His fond
ness for poetry is also marked, and he
recites at random from Shakespeare,
Milton, Byron and Whittier. At present
Mclntyre lives in a Biddeford garret,
subsisting on the scraps which charita
ble acquaintances give him.—New York
Commercial Advertiser.
The Thread I.eiuls to Fortune.
Ever since the police put a stop to fan
tan and other gambling in Chinatown
there have been wailing and gnashing of
teeth among the poverty stricken Chi
nese sports. The most ingenious of all the
tricks yet introduced is as follows:
The fan-tan shops are now all upon the
top floors of Chinese tenement houses,
instead of down stairs, as formerly. A
bright string is tied upon the knob of the
door leading into the tan shop long
enough to reacli to the bottom of the
several floors; a piece of kindling wood
is fastened at the end, upon which is
written in small Chinese characters this
interesting information: "If you want
a fortune quickly, please follow the
string."
There are always so many poor China
men in New York who "want a fortune
quickly" that lots of them follow these
strings, and the (daces are always crowd
ed. —New York Sun.
Dr. Tal mage's Congregation.
Talmage preaches not alone to the
0,000 souls who are to fill the grand new
tabernacle that is now rising over the
ashes of the old one, hut to the four cor
ners of the earth. His words are trans
lated into all tongues, and appear in
Scandinavia in .Swedish and in Spain in
Spanish as they are in English in Eng
land. They are not infrequently met
witli in Chinese, in Japanese, in Turkish
and in Ilindoostanee as well. The late
Henry Grady computed that eacli of his
sermons in ail lands has a circulation of
80,000,000. But even at the most con
servative estimate possible it is beyond
all cavil and dispute that every Sunday
Brooklyn's famous divine speaks to at
least 15,000,000 souls.—New York World
A Nation of Bathers*
Among the working classes in Siam
even the festoons of cobwebs rarely at
tract attention, though they may be
black with age and dust and smoke (for
there are 110 chimneys to the houses, and
the cooking is all done inside). And yet
in their own way the Siamese are a very
cleanly people.
They are a nation of bathers, and from
infancy always indulge in a regular
plunge two or three times a day. The
children are amphibious, and rather
more at home and much happier in the
water than in the house. —New York
Journal.
B. & B.
The New Spring Assortment are
NotV vll in.
It is a great pleasure to us to offer this
season's productions, because they are the
most elegant and satisfactor (or the pries
we have ever seen.
Our Mail Order Department will cheero
fully submit samples by mail, and you
order will be filled at the lowest prices
and as satisfactorily SB though you were
here to do your shopping in person. Have
you tried it ?
Special mention is made of a few items
only.
A very large assortment of All Wool
Imported Suitings, 38 to4o Inches in width
n large assortment of stripes, plaids and
mixtures, at 50 cents. This the most
comprehensive offering of 50 cent Dress
Goods ever made by any mercantile
house.
100 pieces 40 inch Imported Plaids, 40
cents.
Also, at 50 cents, large assortment of
All Wool, 50 inch Scotch Cheviots.
New and stylish Cloth Bourettes, 38
inches wide, at 50 cents.
A75 cent offering—the most for the
money ever offered—lmported Tailor
Suitings, in large variety of stylish
stripes, 38 inches wide, elegant quality.
At 33 cents, 36 inch Wool Suitings, new
stripes and plaids.
500 pieces extra fine Satines, 15 cents.
85 cent quality.
New Zephyr Ginghams, 15c, 20c, 25*.
Anderson's Ginghams, 40c. 45c.
Challis —largest variety in all qualities
up to the Imported All Wool Goods at 54
cents.
Our Large spring and Summer FASH
ION JOURNAL AND CATALOGUE will be
ready April 1. It costs nothing but your
name on a postal card to get it.
BOGGS&BUHL,
IIS; m Federal St.,
ALLEGHENY, PA
SILKS.
If you want a handsome, wearable
Silk Dress for Spring and Summer, buy
the material of us. Samples cheerfully
furnished upon request.
SURAHS.
COLORED:
19 ir.ch at 50c a yard.
19 inch at 05c a yard.
20 ineh at 75c a yard.
24 inch Standard at SI.OO.
24 inch at $1.20.
BLACK :
19 inch at 50 cents.
21 inch at 75 cents.
20 incli at 75 cents.
25 .nch at 85 cents.
23 inch at SI.OO.
25 incli at SI.OO.
24 inch at $1.20.
These are leaders—selected from dozens
of grades ot Surahs, also Gros Grains,
Failles, Arm ures, etc., etc., colored and
black, the best values we ever offered.
Dress Goods.
Our complete new Spring stock is now
complete. This means the grandest array
of beautiful goods shown in this country.
Goods and prices are all on the buyer's
side of the bargain.
Send for samples.
CURTAINS.
Complete new Spring stock. Write for
Curtain Circular.
Our 1890 Spring Catalogue will be ready
in March. Send your name and you will
receive it:
JOS. HORNE & CO.,
(500-621 I'enn Avenue,
PITTSBURGH, PA.
n I HVMTO obtained formecuanl alno-
Jrii A All 4 u vices, medical or other com
pounds, ornamental designs, trade-marks and
labels. Caveats, Assignments. Interferences
Appeals. Suits for infringement, and all cases
arl&lng under the PATinBI T LJAWB,promp
ly attended to.
INVENTIONS TI.AT HAVE BEEN
OU TPfßpen by the Patent Ofllce may
AICIJCOi Cli still, In most cases, bo pat
ented by us. Being opposite the Patent Olllcc,
we can make closer searches, and secure Patents
mero promptly, and with broader claims, than
those who aro remote from Washington.
TAfUCWPniIC 80,1(1 us u model or
ill V fill i Uu3 sketch of your device;
we make exanunatlons/l-ee o/ charge, and advfee
as to patentability. All correspondence si rlctly
confidential. Prices low, and NO CIIAKGE UN
LESS PATENT IS SECURED.
We refer toomcinlsln the Patent ofllce, to our
clients In every Stale of the Union, and to your
Senator and Representative In Congress. Special
references given when desired. Address,
C. A. SNOW & CO.,
opposite Patent onice, Washington, 1). C.
NOTICE OF APPLICATION
FOR CHARTER OF INCORPORATION.—
Notice Is hereby given that an Application will
bo made to the Hon. Robert L. Johnston, Presi
dent Judge of the Court of i ommon Pleas of
Cambria county, on the 7th day of April, A. I).,
18W, tor the charier of a corporation to be
called THE AMERICUS MUSIC AND SOCIAL
ENTERTAINMENT ASSOCIATION of the City
of Johnstown, Pennsylvania, the character and
object of which are the advancement and
culture of music, beneficial and social enter
tainments,
marir, J AMES M WALTERS, Solicitor.