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When the British steamship Laura, of the Payman Line, crawled into Norfolk, Va., so badly battered that she looked like a junk pile above decks, those above board had a thrill- ing story to tell of their awful ex- perience in the hurricane off the ‘North Carolina coast. The vessel made port in command of Second Officer Fred Gladstone, to whose bravery and sheer nerve all aboard owed their lives. He took command when Captain Charles T. Adams and two seamen had been washed away by a terrific cross sea, and First Officer Johnson had been rendered unconscious by being hurled against the deckhouse. To take command the brave fel- low had to be carried on deck from his berth, where he lay burning up with fever, his temperature being 103. How he survived this ordeal and the shock of a badly crushed foot, which he got soon after taking command, is a mystery to the phy- sicians at Norfolk. When he anchored in port and told of the loss of life aboard and of the storm, he had not slept, and, weak- ened as he was, with the crushed foot, tears filled his eyes and he could hardly speak. It was about*3 a. m., that the storm was its height, and for thirty- eight hours the Laura wrestled with the elements. Captain Adams and two of his men were in the chart- house on deck when two great waves arose, one upon either side of the ship, and, rising to a point higher than the ship's bridge, met and fell, crushing the vessel. Then the receding waves, assisted by the awful wind, carried the chart- house away to sea, and it and the occupants vanished from sight. The same wave wrecked and carried away the boats and wrought great damage to the supersiructure of the ship. The Laura was bound from Port Arthur, Tex., to European ports, and is admitted to be about the worst storm-battered vessel that ever.came inside the Virginia capes.—Philadel- phia Ledger. HERMAN'S CHARGE. That the man who does great deeds can never put his deeds into words fs Mr. Kipling's excuse for the pro- fessional story-teller. Probably had Herman Schmidt the gift of story- telling he would not describe his most famous adventure as he does. Herman, who was one of the heroes of the Franco-Prussian War, was asked by some Missouri admirers to tell them how he won the Iron Cross. “Vell,” said Herman, slowly, “it vas like dis. Dey vas all us Prussian fellers—ve vas all in der army, sol- diers. De French folks vas fighting us, und ve vas fighting dem. “Den dere vas a battle-field—Ilike {t vas a field in a farm, yes—all grass und stuff—und ofer dere vas de French folks, und over here vas us Prussian fellers. “Always, yet, I vas de bigges’ man in der army, so dey make dat I should carry de flags—de flags dat alvays goes vere de fighting is. “So den, here vas our fellers, und dere vas de French folks, und ve vas shooting at dem und dey vas skcot- {ng at us—only I vasn’t make no shooting, because I got dem flags und a0 guns. “So I says, ‘Vat if some of our fel- fers vould go ofer dere vere de french folks vas, vat?” But den I see our fellers vas all shooting und dey vasn’t none of dem going ofer; 80 I says, ‘Maybe I goes ofer dere myself, den.’ “So I gets up und goes ofer dede vere de French .olks vas. Our fel- ters alvay goes vere de flag iss, so den dey also comes ofer vere de Frenck folks vas. “Und den de cheneral' cooms up und pins dis cross on me.” A SPECIALIST IN COURAGE. “Stonewall” Jackson’s brother-in- law, General D. H. Hill, of North Carolina, was known as the ‘‘Chris- tian, Calvinist and Soldier.” He was a graduate of West Point, and at- tained the rank of lieutenant-general in the Confederate service. The sto- ris told of his grim bravery and grit are almost countless. Once, says Major Robert Stiles, in “Four Years Under Marse Robert,” in commenting apon the flight of a body of cavalry before overwhelming numbers, Gen- eral Hill remarked, incidentally: “It takes a good man to stand and fight heavy odds when he has only two legs under him; but if you put gix legs under him to run away with, it requires the best kind of a man to stand and fight.” Soon after taking command at Leesburg he wished to know the number, caliber and character of the Federal guns across the river. He gathered a large escort and rode up and down the river bank in a man- ner calculated to attract the fire of artillery. When the enemy accepted his in- vitation and the shell came singing over and buried itself in the earth hard by, he called for a pick and shovel, dismounted and dug it up with his own hands, apparently un- conscious that other shells were shrieking ard bursting about him. \ The Incident impressed his men to a marked degree, and showed that his indifference to a personal peril was not “put on.” THE LYNX AND LION, Ww. writes on “The Lynx and Lion" in the American Magazine. Here is one of his stories: “An old trapper started out to peg his traps and cut away the ice. He took nothing but an axe, as he did not expect to have any use for the gun, In one of the traps, some twelve miles from the camp, heé*found a large cougar that had dragged the trap and clog a few feet only and was sitting in a patch of brush be- hind a large log. The old man did not want to go to camp and get his gun, so he decided to cut a heavy pole and beat out the brains of the brute with that. He cut the pole and proceeded to administer the skull breaking blows, but the brush was so thick that the blows were ineffectual. For a while the animal took the pounding and simply snarled, but by the time he had received ten or a dozen blows over the head and the blood began to run freely from his nose and mouth, he made a mnve that the old man had not figured on. Crouching low on the ground the animal made a spring for the old fel- iow and, although handicapped with a twenty-pound trap and an eighty- pound clog, he cleared brush, log and all and landed at the old man's feet. The latter made a backward spring just in time to escape. The lion then clawed the axe and pole together and sat on them, and the trapper at last had to go to camp and get his gun and shoot the brute.” HIS TURTLESHIP. Mr. J. W. Stranahan, of Fort Lau- derdale, who is in the cily, tells of a novel sport which is being indulged and enjoyed there by Captain Han- cock and Tommie Tiger, a Seminole Indian. Several days ago the men captured a very large loggerhead tur- tle. About it they fastened a har- ness. To the harness they tied the painter of a canoe. To each of the front flippers ropes, rein fashion, are rigged and the monster put in the water. It swims rapidly and tows the canoe about with ease. By pull- ing on the ropes attached to the flip- pers, the turtle is steered about much the same as a horse. Yesterday Mr. Turtle took a notion he would give the occupants of the canoe a sea ride and headed out to the inlet unmind- ful of all the attempts to guide it, and according to the informant an anchor had to be put out to bring it to a check. After numerous attempts it was induced to go back inside the inlet to more calm waters and the pleasure of the day was brought to a close. Mr. Stranaban declares that quite a sum has already been offered for his turtleship, but he is not for sale.—Miami (Fla.) Metropolis. IN THE KEARSARGE TURRET. Has the expression ‘Brave old salt” no longer a place in our lan- guage? We shall continue its use for awhile longer, apparently, as an incident T recently heard of shows. The newspapers some months ago told how, while at target practice, a fire and explosion took place in the forward turret of the Kearsarge, kill- ing or maiming a score of her officers and men. They did not tell, however, a touch of which every American should be proud. As the officer of the deck saw the smoke, flame and destruction, and realized the probability of further disaster, he rushed toward the scene of danger, but not before the Cap- tain was by his side. The junior ex- claimed: “Captain Winslow, this is my duty. I am officer of the deck.” Winslow crooked his elbow, drove it into the anatomical machinery of his subordinate, and as he passed by and disappeared there floated back the latest addition to the list of American naval commands: “You get out!”’—*Vinicius,” in the New York Sun. CLOCK THAT SAVED A LIFE. The big clock of the Houses of Parliament is reported to have once saved a man’s life. A soldier doing night duty was accused of sleeping at his post. The poor man did not know what to say in order to prove his innocence until at last he thought of the clock, and told the judges that at midnight Big Ben had sent out thirteen strokes instead of twelve. The judges, however, laughed at the idea, and, thinking it further proof of the man’s guilt, sentenced him to death, says Home Notes. He was lying in prison awaiting execution when several people came forward and said that the soldier’s statement was quite true, for they also had heard the great clock strike thirteen on that particular occasion, and so the soldier was set free. BOY FIGHTS OFF WILD CAT. Willie Graf, Jr., eleven years old, had an unpleasant experience with a wildcat while on his way to visit his grandmoather at Haines Falls, N. Y. He had loitered on the way and when he reached Palen Clove it was dark. Willie heard a noise in a tree and the next moment a full- N. Wright, a veteran hunter,! grown wildcat landed on his shoul-! ders and fought to bury its teeth in his neck. desperation and howled for help. Finally he grabbed the cat by the throat and managed to tear it loose and jerk it down the mountainside. He ran to the home of Mrs. Minnie Schuppe, where he passed the night. Horseshoes are sometimes inade in Australia of cowhide instead of iron. The boy battled with | i pleasure or displeasure aloud was { brought a small supply, which Jim THE TROLLEY CAR. The trolley scares us "most to death! We cross the street, and lose our breath, We have to go so very fast Before the trolley car comes past. Especially with baby slow Ve have to make his carriage go! Oh, yes, it greatly frightens us The trolley car and all its fuss! Little Folks. A TRUE CAT STORY. A family moved to a new home twelvn miles from the old one. They gave their cats to a friend about six miles from the new home. One of them, the mother cat, remained at her new quarters only a short time, and nothing was heard from her until this summer, when nearly two years had passed. One morning she was discovered in the yard of her old mistress’ home in the city which she had never seen, being born and raised at the old home in the coun- try. To the greeting of her mistress | she responded with every show of af- fection and delight. Of course, the | wanderer was made welcome. She shows a decided aversion to being put out of doors at all, and clings with a devotedness which is really touching to her old friends. ‘‘Now,” asks the writer, “could this be mere- ly chance that pussy in the tramp life, should find her way to that par- ticular place, or do these dumb crea- tures know more than we give them credit for?”’—Hartford Courant. PRETTY EXPERIMENT. Here is a little experiment that | will amuse you. Take a piece of | wood thick enough to rest on a table | in an upright position. Bore several holes of different sizes in it, leaving | The Perforated Block and Card. some of them straight-——that is, of the same diameter all the way through. Others you must make of a eonical shape by cutting away some of the wood on one¢ side. Now stand the piece of wood on a tadle, sup- ported, if necessary, and suspend be- fore it at a little distance on the side of the large end of the conical open- ings a piece of paper. This may be hung from the chandelier, but it must be low enough to be opposite to the holes 1n the wood. If you now blow througl. the straight holes toward the paper it will naturally be blown away from rou; but blow through the small end of the conical opening, and the paper will remain stationary, or may even be drawn toward you. Try it with a candle flame and a similar result will follow. The explanation is that when you blow through the straight hole the air current is kept together in a column and forces the object away from it. When you blow through the small end of the conical hole the air current is spread, or dispersed, and goes off around the object, leaving it unmoved. . In blowing very hard, as, for in- stance, if you should use a bellows, or even with the breath blown hard, the air back of the wood around the hole is often blown through the hole, too, and a return current of air is thus made to fill the space of that dis- placed, causing the paper or flame to be drawn toward the hole instead of away from it.—New York Mail. MY CHAMELEON. Of all the pets with which time has made me acquainted the oddest was Jim, my chameleon, a Floridan by birth, who traveled to New York in a mail-bag. A chameleon is a kind of lizard. Mine was about four inches long. When he first came, he was a puz- zle to me; for I knew not what he was, how he lived, or on what he fed. But a letter told me to keep him warm, and that was all that was needed. A florist provided me with a bushy geranium, and on this Jim made his home. He would stretch himself along the boughs where the sun shone upon him. When he became tired of that, he would rest himself by twining his tail around a branch and hanging downward. Generally he made no sound; but once, when a visitor was annoying him, he made a slight hissing noise. He was no fighter, and his expressing strange to me. When he seemed to be feeling a state of lizard content, his body emitted a faint, peculiar odor. What did he feed on? Flies and bugs. It being the winter, flies were few, and I haunted the kitchen and market-places for them. An offer to a small boy of a cent for every fly welcomed. The tongue of a chame- leon is sticky on the end. It is very lony, and generally curled up in his mouth; but, when a fly comes in sight, this long tongue uncurls in a twinkling and hits the fly. It sticks to the tip of the tongue, and that is the last of the fly, The rapidity of the tongue's movements is wonder- uful, The peculiarity of the chameleon is its change of color. It does not turn all colors, only those of plants— leaves and boughs. 1 often placed it on red objects, but its change would not be red, nearer black. The reason for its changing is probably | hy THE SIZE OF OCFAN WAVES. Their Extreme Height Seldom More Than Fifty Feet. A well known French naval expert, M. Bertin, believes that both the {length and height of waves at sea are often overestimated, He goes on to argue that the length of waves can be computed from the time which elapses between the passage of two of them. From a summary of his opin. fons which Engineering prints it sp- pears that the greatest distance which he has estimated between crest and crest is 2690 feet, or about half a mile, and the period on which his reckoning was based was twenty three seconds. Such long waves, he states, are never very high. In deep water the height of a wave half a mile long will ! not, at most, be more than fifty-two feet, or one-fiftieth its length. Much greater heights than this have, he says, been recorded, particularly from small craft, but the observations were quite unreliable. The error arises mainly from the fact that the ob- server has failed to take into account this: It is a very weak, defenceless {ne fact that the vessel he is in floats creature, and is given this power a8 | with its deck parallel to the surface a means of hiding itself from its ene-' mies. It was exceedingly difficult to find Jim, even on that small plant, his color would be so like the leaves. There was nothing repulsive about him. He grew very tame, and would curl up in the palm of my hand and stay there all the evening. He liked | the warmth—perhaps he was home- sick for Florida. Poor Jim came to an untimely end. His mistress went away, the maid let the fire go out, and the cold killed little Jim.—Youth. DINNER TABLE TRICK. This is a curious little experiment which will interest everybody at the dinner table, for it calls for nothing except what you are likely to find on the table. Cut an orange into halves and from | one half remove the pulp leaving the | peel entire in the form of a hollow hemisphere or cup. With a penknife or a toothpick bore two holes in the bottom of this cup and put it into a tumbler, forcing it down about half way. The tumbler should be a little smaller than the orange used so that | you will have to squeeze the peel- cup a little in order to get it in. Then it will press firmly against the glass and stay where you put it instead of dropping to the bottom. Put the cup in right side up, that is, with the yellow peel below and pour red wine into it. The wine will run through the holes and you must keep on pouring until the level of the wine in the glass just touches the bottom of the cup. Now fill the rest of the glass above the orange cup with water and await results. Soon you will see a thin red jet of wine rising like a fountain through the water from one of the holes. At the same time, though you cannot see it so well, a colorless stream of water flows downward through the other hole. The two liquids do not mix much, but merely exchange places, so that in a few minutes the lower part of Position of the Orange. the glass, below the cup, will contain the water and the upper part will be filled with wine. This is as it should be, because water is heavier than wine and natur- aliy goes to the bottom. The curious thing is that the wine and water do not mix, but each selects one hole for itself. It is like the trick with the candle burning in a lamp chimney with a partition at the top, so that cold fresh air goes down on one side while the hot air and smoke escape on the other. . Oil may be substituted for the wine or you may fill the bottom of the glass with water and then pour in milk or some thin-colored syrup. —New York Evening Mail. British Perspicacity. Charles Francis Adams was escort- ing an English friend about Boston. Tney were viewing the different ob- jects of attraction and finally came to Bunker Hill. They stood looking at the splendid monument, when Adams remarked: “This is the place, sir, where War- ren fell.” “Ah,” replied the Englishman, evy- idently not very familiar with Amer- ican history. ‘Was he seriously hurt by his fall?” Mr. Adams looked at his friend. “Hurt!” said he. “He was killed, sir.” ‘““Ah, indeed,” the Englishman re- plied, still eying the monument and commencing to compute its height in his own mind. ‘Well, I should think ke might have been—falling so far.” —Boston Herald. A fireproof chimney made entirely of paper has been erected in Breslau, Prussia. It is fifty feet in height of the wave, and not to a true hori- zontal plane. With the water sur- face thus tilted, grossly exaggerated estimates of the true height of the waves become possible. Where care has been taken to avoid this source of error, the highest wave recorded in open water has measured forty-two and one-half feet from hollow to crest; but M. Bertin believes that a height of fifty-two feet may perhaps be met with in the southern seas. On entering shoal water waves become higher and shorter, so that a wave that has a height of thirteen metres in open water may attain sixteen metres on striking a shoal; while if it meets a more or less vertical obstacle it may shoot up to double this height, and at the Eddystone Light, he states, solid green seas have been known to reach a height of 105 feet. Waves half & mile long are, he continues, very rare, since a period of ten seconds is not often exceeded, which corresponds to a length of 160 metres (about 520 feet). More com= monly the period is six to eight sec- onds, and the length 160 to 320 feet. Heights of over ten metres (thirty- three feet) are rare, but short waves are relatively higher than long ones, a wave 160 feet long being commonly eight to sixteen feet high. M. Bertin further points out that there appears to be a minimum to the size of ocean waves, as well as a maximum, since there is a connection between the size and the velocity of the wind pro- ducing them. Thus waves measuring three-fourths inch from crest to crest would correspond to a wind moving about two feet a second; and he ques- tions whether a wind moving more slowly than this would have power to raise waves at all. The Greatest Gem Mine in the World. The sapphire workings at Yogo Gulch, Mont., are being gradually developed into a great and perma- nent mining industry, says Mr. Geo. F. Kunz in a forthcoming report on precious stones, published by the United States Geological Survey. Taken as a whole the Yogo dike is perhaps the greatest gem mine in the world. It is about four miles long on the surface, and being a true ig- neous dike, descends to an indefinite depth. It is estimated that the en- tire content of workable sapphire- bearing rock would approximate 10,- 000,000 cubic yards. A mining plant is now being erected here which will quadruple the previous output and make Montana sapphire mining a very important factor in American gem production, The stones obtained are not of large size. They range from ‘‘culls,” used for watch jewels and other me- chanical purposes, to gems averaging when cut from half a carat to two or three carats and rarely up to five or six. As géms they are brilliant, free from flaws and of good color, rang- ing from light shades to the rich, deep blue of Oriental sapphires. The Yogo crystals have an advantage for mechanical uses over East Indian stones in their form, which is largely short prismatic or rhombohedral with flat basal terminations, and hence they need much less cutting for such purposes as watch jewels. The gems are sent to Amsterdam for cutting. Petroleum, The crude petroleum of the United States is largely converted into illum- inating oil. Besides, over 200 differ- ent products are now made from it. Rhigolene, used as a local anaes- thetic; petroleum ether, employed as a solvent for caoutchoue, fatty oils and plant principles and for carburet- ting air in gas machines; gasolene, employed in the extraction of oil from oil seeds, in’ carburetting coal gas, in gasolene lamps, stoves and plumb- ers’ lamps; naphthas in general, em- ployed as solvents for resins in var- nish making and in the manufaeture of oileloth, Boulevard gas fluid is a product of 0.68 specific gravity used in street lamps, while benzoline is a deodorized naphtha of 0.70 specific gravity. Benzine is employed for dry cleaning, as a substitute for and adul- terant of turpentine for cleaning printers’ type, and for dyers’ and painters’ use. Astral oil and mineral sperm oil are special illuminating oils of high flashing points. Crude petroleum is much used for fuel pur- poses in engines. Paraffine residue is placed on the market for medicinal purposes, under the name of vaseline, petroleum ointment and cosmoline. It is also used in the manufacture of chewing gum, and for insulating pur- poses in electric work.—New York Tribune Mary had a little waist, And everywhere the fashions went twenty minutes comes, when we must bid one ane other farewell—isn’t that nice?” something together.”—Wiener Salone witzblatt. ing for a greenhorn servant girl.” 1 Yhought I'd get one and train her up in the ge. her trained she’ll go.”’—Philadel- MARY ONCE MORE. Where waists were meant to Her waist was sure to go. —New York Suffi POETRY AND PROSE. Bride (tenderly) —"We have full} before the tra Bridegroom—‘‘Capital. We can go into the station restaurant and eat THE WAY OF THEM. Mrs. Wise—"I see you're advertis- Mrs. Newman—*‘Yes, way she should go.” Mrs. Wise—'‘Yes, and when you phia Ledger. A DOUBTFUL POSITION. “As a consumer, you have a right to protest against the cost of coal and ice.” “Yes,” answered the patient man, “but pretty soon I won't be able to buy enough of them to give me any standing even as a consumer.,”— Washington Star. ” THEY HAVE THEIR REASONS. “Those Americans who make un- obtrusive visits to Canada are very much opposed to its annexation to the United States.” ¢ “Why so?” “Because if Uncle Sam were to annex it they would be forced to an exit, too.”—Baltimore American. ORIGINAL SIN. Clinton was being taught his Sun- day school lesson, and upon being" ° told that Adam was made of dust was silent for a moment and then said: “Mamma, now I know why the dust always comes out of me when you spank me!”’—Harper's Weekly. A SAD TALE. Staggering Ike—“Kind leddy won't yer do simethin’ fer two bro ers, one w'ot’s a helpless cripple a can’t wurk?” “Good gracious! he has an awful hump on his back. How did he get it?” Staggering Tke— “When me brud- der wuz a little kid me mudder fer got herself one day an’ asked him ter bring up a pail uv coal an’ little Wil- lie got his back up, an’ since dat time he never could get it down again.””—Good Literature. A FAILURE, ] : “And was the operation a suec- cess?” “No,” replied the great surgeon sadly. 5 “Did he die?” “Oh, no; he regained his health but I was never able to collect a cent for my services.”—Houston Post. var) { | 3 ’ TIGHT, BUT NOT CLOSED. i “Yes,” said Colonel Bragg, “I've been in a good many tight places in my places in my life.” “Tight places?” remarked Pep= pery. “That's a new name for them.” “A new name for what?” ) “Saloons.’’—Philadelphia Public Ledger. AN EMPTY BOAST. Frenchman (wandering about Lon- don in a fog)—“England is a wretched country.” Englishman (proudly)—“It's the greatest country in the world. The sun never sets on its possessions.” Frenchman—‘‘No, and it never rises, either.”—Translated for Tales, from Le Rire. WOULD BE AN OSTRICH. “I wish I was an ostrich,” said Farmer Brown, as he picked up one of the biscuits his wife had just placed on the table. “I wish you were,” retorted Mrs. Brown, “so I could get some feathers for that old hat of mine that ain't had no trimming on it for two years or more.”’—American Spectator, AN UNFORTUNATE MOMENT. “Bingley is too fastidious for any reasonable use.” “I heard he was to be married.” ! “He was. ) girl, too. Bingley would .¢értainly have married her if he hadn’t seen her when she looked her very worst.” “What was she doing?” “Eating corn off the cob,”’—Cleyve- land Plain Dealer, But it’s all off. Lovelg—
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