"TOWARD A FAR LAND."
Toward a far land, whoso dream discovered
shore
Oar hearts do hope for, we are sailing on;
The way is dark, and mutinous thoughts.
Protest against the voyage and implore
The waster. Faith, to search the sea no more
For unknown lands. We soon are set upon
By winds and waves of doubt, that make us
The awful vastness of what lies before.
But, oh, my brothers, bear abounding trust.
And fearless Faith will doubting crew dis
may;
So was Columbus tried by thoughts unjust,
Who found u world, while seeking for away
That would be shorter, from Spain's heat and j
dust.
To the fair gardens of far famed Cathay]
—William S. Lord in Kate Field's Washington. !
SANDY'S BESSIE.
One beautiful afternoon a few days !
after Davie Gillespie's visit I turned into j
Second avenue from a cross street to see
Sandy Mac Nab about some committee
business for a Caledonian club picnic.
Just before 1 reached the shoeshop, how
ever, a little girl emerged from the
throng of passersby and entered the
door. She was a thin, pale, puny child
of the kind the cities breed, stoop
shouldered, narrow chested, ill nour
ished, almost untaught except in the
hard school of experience. I lingered
outside a moment, waiting for Sandy to
dispose of his customer before entering,
but as the little girl did not appear 1
opened the door.
"Fifty cents; fifty cents," Sandy was
shouting as I stepped inside. "Canna
ye understan that, ye puir heathen?
Fifty cents."
He was standing before his bench, ges
ticulating, with a pair of newly soled
shoes, two sizes too small for the girl,
who stood in a mutely submissive atti
tude before him. Sandy has always res
olutely disdained learning any foreign
tongue. If the "braid Scots' deealect,"
isn't good enough for his customers they
can go elsewhere.
"Meine mutter ist todt," began the
child's gentle, uncomplaining voice,
"und"
"Come hither, Owen," cried the old
man impatiently. "Can ye tell what is't
the lass wants?"
The girl told me her story. Her mother
was dead. She was the oldest of four
children, and had seen eighteen years,
though she looked but fourteen. She
and two other children had got work—
tailor's piecework—and they were all
living somehow, but it was very hard.
She had the money for mending the
shoes, but the neighbors had told her
that "der Herr Mac Nab" was such a
kind hearted man, and so
The look of puzzled inquiry in Sandy's
face changed to tender regard as I trans
lated. Before 1 had finished he was
nodding his head energetically in token
of compliance and wrapping up the
shoes in a sheet of newspaper. Then he
put them into the girl's hands and gently
pushed her toward the door.
"Ach! Du iieber Gott!" said the child,
and dropping a reverent Old World
courtesy, she turned to go.
"Whaur are ye leevin, lass?" said
Saudy, following her to the door. I ex
plained the query, and she gave him an
address near by. Sandy tucked a crum
pled bank note into her hand, and as he
put a pinch of Maccaboy to his nostrils
a moment later I thought I saw his hand i
dodging suspiciously about his eyes. The
girl looked at the bill in a dazed sort of
away for a moment, and then dropped
another courtesy, this time to the door
of the shop, and was gone.
"Puir mitherless bairns," said Sandy,
as ho began a loud rat-tat 011 the sole of
a shoe. Presently he paused and in
quired, "What said she as shegaed oot?"
"She said, 'Ah, thou dear Godl'" I re
plied. "It was a prayer of thankfulness."
"Puir bairn! puir bairn!" said Sandy,
stopping bis work to take another pinch
of snuff. "She pits the proud an michty
to shame wi' her simple faith. An I ca'd
her a heathen! lad, it's a
sair warl for bairns desertit by their j
ain kin. Think o't, mon! In o' this |
great ceety four little anes fechtin wi' |
want an poverty an hummer by their lane
in a garret, the prey o the evil an de
signin, scorn'd by them that's 110 their
betters, neglectit by the powerfu', except
byway o' robbery, wi' ne'er a sicht of !
the fiels an wavin woods o' the bonny
country or the wash o' the sea; withoot
time or strength for childish play—eh,
Owen. What if my Janet—na, na, bet
ter as she is, puir little one, unner the
sod i' the kirkyard that leevin sae be
set," and Sandy dropped his head into
his hands. 1 had never heard him allude
before to his wife and daughter long
dead in Linlithgow.
"It's an owre lang tale to tell," said
Sandy, after a moment's pause, seeming
to find a gentle comfort in speech of his
loved and lost ones, "but I'se cut it '
short i' the tellin. Ne'er a mon in a'
Scotia was so blithe as Alexander Mac-
Nab the day that made bonny Bessie
liis bride, nor for mony a year after.
The bairnies cam', two o' them, but
wee Sandie deed in infancy an ainly
Bess was left to cheer the little hame
an' mak' bright the ingle neuk. Yet,
still we were happy, sae happy, till Bes
sie—she was ne'er strong, nor her mither
—seemed to weaken, day by day, an
fade oot an waste awa', till her face was
pale an clear wi the awfu' whiteness o'
the great hereafter shinin through the
vail o' flesh. Eh, she suld ha' made a
bonny angvll"
Here Sandy paused abruptly, and for
some minutes sat silently brooding over
the past. I did not interrupt him, an I
presently he began to speak again in a
low, tremulous voice:
"Sae she went, lad. Better so, per
haps, in a' the purity of childhood. An
the wife was like a bruised and broken
flow'r that droopt an droopt weel. An
i' the kirkyard they were sune side by
side, an a' was pit dark as nicht to me.
Frien's o' my youth, who had lang syne
leevit i' the new lan', begged me sair to
come to them, an sae, as all the warl'
was the same to my reft hairt, I cam' an
here I hae leeved my lane, waiting till
the Lord is pleased o' his infinite niaircy
to ca' me to my ain. A' wounds heal ?
citfie, they Ray, an five-and-twenty year
Is lang eneuch, but the scar's wi' rae
yet, Owen, the scar's wi' me yet, an will
be till my deeing day, an I canna see a
Wee bairn warslin wi' this wicked warl' !
like the puir Dutch lass, but I maun ;
think: 'Hoo, if 'twere Bess? My ain
wee Bessie':'"
And the old man, dashing his hand
across his eyes to clear away a mist
that was not all of age, drew from
his inner vest pocket one of those old
fashioned daguerreotype cases that used
to be so common 011 country house een
ter tables twenty years ago and handed
it to me. I opened it, and after turning
the case this way and that to avoid the
reflection from the glassy syrface, saw
two dimly outlined faces, the mother's
and daughter's, looking at each other.
It was impossible to get much idea of
what they were in life, but I looked at
them as one would look at a strange face
in a coffin and then handed back the case J
in silence.
Just then the door was flung open and
a number of men entered the room, their
forms but dimly discernible in the dusk
which had fallen upon us unheeded.
"Why, it's Langdon," said one, ad- |
vancing with an exclamation of sur
prise. "I suppose you've got everything .
all arranged for the picnic, Sandy?"
"No," said I, hastily interposing, "we j
have not been talking about the picnic
at all. That's what 1 came for, but Mr.
Mac Nab has been telling all about the
old days in Scotland, and we hadn't
really got down to business yet."
Sandy bustled about to light a couple
of gas jets as 1 spoke, and when he had
finished he slowly returned, thankful, 1
was sure, for the moment's respite.
"I'm thinkin," said he slowly, "that I
s'all 11a gae to the picnic."
"Not go to the picnic!" said young
MacGowan in astonishment. "Why,
uncle, how can that be? What would
the picnic be without you?"
"Aye, lad, it's kind o' you to speak sae,
but I'm owre auld for sic tricks. I canna
pit the stane, nor hurl the caber, nor
rin, nor loup, nor warsle, nor step a
hielan fling. Young folk s'uld be blithe
an merry an auld folk s'uld stay haine.
Dinna mind me, lad, but go your wayf^."
"He's thinkin o' his bairn, puir
Sandy," whispered Rob Mackenzie in
my ear.—Owen Langdon in New York
Recorder.
Tlie Glass Sponges.
Did you ever carefully examine one
of the so called "glass sponges?" The
most delicate and beautiful of these
perhaps is the Venus flower basket,
which is found only in the deep sea near
the Phillipine islands. It looks for all
the world like spun glass woven into an
intricate pattern, and is so delicate and
exquisite that one can hardly believe it
to be nothing but the skeleton of a
sponge. This particular species of sponge
is composed of bands of spicules running
lengthwise from end to end, with cross
bands intersecting at right angles. Be
fore they are thoroughly skeletonized ,
the corners of the squares formed by the
crossbands are filled with a brown jelly
like substance, which reduces the spaces
to little tubelike holes.
The edges of these little holes project
slightly above the general surface of the
sponge and give it the appearance of
being dotted with miniature volcanic
craters. The ridges, instead of having
their surfaces made up of a continuous
glassy skeleton, have their soft sub
stances supported by whole multitudes
of delicate microscopic, six rayed spic
ules.. 111 some instances these fragile
spicules seem to be supported, or at
least held in place, by little hooked stars
and rosettes. In its natural state the
whole of the Venus flower basket is
covered with tine hairs, the mouth being
kept closed by a net of fino glasslike
needles.
Captain Simmons' men found the flow
er basket fastened to a rock by a handle
carefully attached to the basket in four
different places, and the divers of the
Exile brought up one specimen that
rested on the top of a marble pedestal
which at some time had been lost in the
harbor at Najaja.—St. Louis Republic.
Peter Cooper's Cherry Table.
There is in the city of Brooklyn at the
house of Mrs. A. A. Golden a table, the
history of which, without doubt, will in
terest many an old New Yorker. It was
made by Peter Cooper, which lends it
the more interest.
It was at this table that he and his
wife ate their first dinner after they
were married.
In appeaiwnce it is much smaller than
the modern dining table. It has two
leaves and two end pieces that are at
tached to the leaves by hinges. In all it
is about four feet square. The legs are
long and slender. The wood is of cherry,
and, old as the table is, so carefully has
it been kept by Mrs. Golden there is no
Bign of scratch or mar on it.
In his early ventures Peter Cooper was
often unsuccessful. It was in 1816, when
he was living at Hempstead, Long Is
land, that ho failed in business. A few
days after his failure he held an auction
sale of his household goods, among them
being this table. Mrs. Mary Golden, a
mother-in-law of Mrs. A. A. Golden,
bought it for a few dollars. She after
ward used it as a dinner table. At her
death, in 1855, she willed it to the pres
ent owner, Mrs- A. A. Golden. The ta
ble is one which Mr. Cooper made with
his own hands, and, it is said, valued it
very highly.—Exchange.
An Experiment with a ij e .
! A bee flies much in the same way as
j a pigeon-—that is to say, it first takes an
j upward spiral flight into the air, and
I then darts straight for the object in view.
Now an experimenter on insect nature
once covered a bee's eye with paint,
and sent it into the air; instead of
darting straight off after rising, it con
tinued to ascend.—Pearson's Weekly.
A ltet rug re MM ion.
A man who has kept an account of
the number of kisses exchanged with
his wife since their union consents to its
publication as follows: First year, 36,500;
second year, 16,000; third year, 8,650:
fourth year, 180; fifth year, 2. He theu
left off keepbig the record.—Exchange.
ASH BARREL PHILOSOPHY,
Tlie Comedy and Tragedy of a Household
Recalled by Its Receptacle for Deluis.
Aii ash barrel overflowing with house
hold refuse!
Not a very tempting object, but a vol
ume of philosophy is stowed away among
the curious debris of this fat receptacle
011 the curbstone. Near the top is a bit
of dainty fabric—a mere fragment of a
woman's handkerchief. It lias fluttered
in the brisk sea breeze of Newport or
Long Branch, a pretty vehicle of gay
flirtations. A sad spectacle it is now
with its torn and soiled lace edging. Be
neath this relic of the flown summer lies
the ferruled end of a heavy walking
stick—the gift of a fond mamma to her
fair haired boy, who is considered a
great swell among his fellow chappies.
The cane was a bit out of fashion when
the youngster's mother presented it, and
"the fellows of the club," you know,
guyed him about the tftick. In a fit of
anger he broke the thing over his knee
(a wondrous feat of strength), and it
found its way next morning to the ash
barrel.
Peeping from beneath a broken fruit
dish is the tiny toe of a dilapidated
patent leather boot. The graceful lines
of a feminine foot are still there, despite
the Bhabbiness. Do you think this san
dal of a modern Venus still remembers
the night that Harry Highflier begged
to drink in champagne the health of his
adored one from this same castoff piece
of footgear?
A battered, torn and glossless silk liat
of a date long past next comes to light.
Through what vicissitudes has this dis
carded "tile" accompanied paterfamil
ias! It would still be reposing in a cor
ner of an attic closet bad not the wife
of the wearer's bosom thrown it in the
rubbish pile.
What a jumble of broken objects are
overturned by the prodding hook—a
young girl's glove; a bunch of wilted
roses, with a card attached (compli
ments of Dick Dovely); a fragment of
mirror, with the end of a spray of forget
menots painted 011 its silver surface; a
shred of materfamilias' wedding dress;
a shattered Nankeen vase; a badly
cracked billiard ball and the remnants
of a schoolboy'r slate!
All, but here is a symbol of gayety—
the green nose of a pot bellied demijohn
—rotund and robust, and not a mite dis
concerted by its present unfortunate po
sition. Its fiery contents, long since dis
appeared down the throats of men, has
helped to cheer as well as make foolish
the drinkers at its font. The scrap of
rug, which stands like a soft wall be
tween a sharp edged brick and the wil
low clad sides of the demijohn had saved
the latter from destruction. Good luck
usually attends the wicked and unthink
ing.
Some scraps of paper are blown up
ward by the strong autumn breeze. They
are fragments of a letter. "Must have
—money immediately—been foolish—
—lost all—gambling—mean to reform—
your refusal—will be ruined."
Here is another scrap of paper, with a
girlish scrawl on its much soiled surface:
"Dearest Harry—never thought—cared
for me—very happy—call soon—your
own."—New York Recorder.
I>r. Lalng's Method of Distilling.
Some interesting processes in obtain
ing distilled or lighter products from
mineral oils have been described by Dr.
Laing, of Edinburgh, before the Royal
Scottish Society of Arts. Among these
he names the arrangement of a still in
such a manner that the oil is continu
ously being distilled into itself until the
required density is obtained. Dr. Laing
showed that radiant heat is a powerful
agent in breaking down oil vapors, and
can be utilized by passing the gases as
they leave the still through a super
heater at a high temperature, placed
between the still and the condenser.
His ingenious method for distilling
under pressure—by means of which a
hold is kept 011 all the considerable gases
until liquefied—he describes as consist
ing of a relief tank interposed between
the pressure valve and the condenser,
into which the gases escape as they come
from the still, the pressure here getting
distributed over such a large area that
it is practically reduced to nil, the oil
running to the receiver at ordinary at
mospheric pressure.
Dr. Laing's new form of still for pre
venting oils being broken down, as in
distilling for lubricating oils and paraf
fine wax, is so constructed that the non
conducting heavy residues which are
continually forming under distillation
are constantly being removed from the
source of heat.—New York Sun.
The Wires Under the Sea.
The world's submarine cables now
measure about 148,011 nautical miles,
in 1,108 sections. Different governments
control 883 sections, or 18,888 miles,
France claiming 3,209 miles, Great Brit
ain 1,599, Germany 1,579, and Italy
1,027 miles. The remaining 835 cables,
aggregating 129,028 miles, are owned by
private companies. This great length
of cable has been nearly all made 011 the
banks of the Thames, but Italy now has
a cable factory, and France will soon
have two. To lay and repair the cables
requires the constant service of a spe
cially equipped fleet of thirty-seven ves
sels of 50,955 tons.—Ohio State Journal.
Sold Reds Resides Preaching.
An active pastor, who has now retired
from both ministerial and commercial
life, was for many years partner in an
iron bedstead business, and was not
ashamed. lie was accustomed to boast
that his connection with business en
abled him to live in a good house, to
dress his wife well, to educate his chil
dren, to keep a respectable table for his
friends, to help the poor and to benefit
the church, all of which was true.—Na
tional Review.
A Reply from Tennyson.
On one occasion it was publicly 6tated
that Tennyson had drawn his inspiration
from Horace and Keats, and a corre
spondent wrote to ask him if this were
I so. "No," he replied; "Horace and
j Keats were great masters, but not my
1 master?."—New York Tribune.
A Great Place for Snlt i
Five or six years ngo the people of
Colorado City, away out on the rugged
bluffs of flit? Colorado river, felt that
they had reached ad give of advance
ment which justified municipal airs.
They thought they ought to have a city
council. When they got that they dis
covered that their watt-r supply wasn't
what it ought to be. There came in a
class of high toned settlers who weren't
satisfied with whisky and water, but
wanted all water, and good water, too.
The city council in due deliberation
tnoved in the matter. A considerable
fund was raised and a deep hole was
bored. The drill went down 1,200 feet.
It didn't find good drinking water, but
it struck petroleum, eighty feet of rock
salt and other things.
The boring stopped for awhile. Colo
rado City offered its hole for sale, but
found 110 takers. After awhile some
body thought of making use of the salt.
The hole was bored deeper. It struck
fresh water, which arose t-< within 200
or 300 feet of the surface a 1 dissolved
the rock salt. A pump u > put down.
A windmill was hoisted ah< • the pump.
The wind raised the salt water, which
was run into a reservoir. This west
Texas sun, which shines about 340 days
in the ye~r, did the r< st. Colorado City
had salt. Other wells have been bored.
Windmills have been hoisted in rows
until Don Quixote might think he saw,
by the moonlight, a whole army defying
him. The process commends itself to
an economical, not to say a lazy, man.
The water dissolves the rock salt. The
wind raises the water. The sun evap
orates the water and leaves the salt on
the ground.
Could anything be easier? Manual
labor is necessary to take up the salt
and barrel it, that's all. A 30-foot wind
mill raises from 5,000 to 8,000 gallons of
salt water in an hour. Of the salt thus
manufactured by nature's forces Colora
do City ships out several hundred car
loads a month. A chemical analysis
shows this salt to he 98 per cent. pure.
In a country where there were less sun
shine and wind saltmaking could not
be carried on so successfully.—St. Louis
Globe-Democrat.
Relict* or ,J. Wllken Booth.
Of the 10,000 or more relics of all
kinds preserved in the Army Medical
museum at Washington the most inter
esting perhaps are two portions of a hu
man body—all that remains above
ground of J. Wilkes Booth, the assassin
of President Lincoln. Those ghastly
but most interesting specimens are num
bered and catalogued for ready refer
ence. The first (mounted on a little
stand and labeled 4,086) is a section, or
rather, sections of three vertebrae, the
third, fourth and fifth, through an aper
ture in which a thin wire is placed
showing the course of the ball. Near
this is the second specimen, suspended
in a wide mouthed vial of alcohol and
labeled 4,087. It is about three inches
long and reminds one of a section of
well cooked beef marrow.
Referring to the catalogue, under the
head of No. 4,08(1 we find the following:
"Mounted specimen is the third, fourth
and fifth cervical vertebras. A conoidal
carbine bujj entered the right side, com
minuting the base of the right lamina*
of the fourth vertebra, fracturing it
longitudinally and separating it from
the spinous process, at the same time
fracturing the fifth through its pedicle,
and also involving the transverse pro
cess. The missile passed directly through
the canal with a slight inclination
downward, and to the rear, emerging
through the left base of the fourth and
fifth lamina?, which are comminuted
and from which fragments were imbed
ded in the muscles of the neck."
The alcoholic specimen, labeled
4,087, has the entry in the catalogue:
44 A portion of the spinal cord from the
cervical region, aniversely perforated
from right to left by a carbine ball
which fractured the laminae of the
fourth and fifth vertebrae." The cord is
much torn and discolored by blood.
As mentioned above, these two speci
mens are the only portions of J. Wilkes
Booth's body that were not consigned to
the grave.—St. Louis Republic.
Wooden I.egM.
Who first invented wooden legs? Vul
can was a cripple, and in consequence
of his difficulty in walking he is said to
have made himself an artificial support
| of gold; but, as Mr. Thorns pointed out
long ago, gold is not for every cripple,
| and every myth is backed by reality.
I Again, the devil, as represented in the
drawings and engravings of the Middle
[ Ages, is a compound of Pluto and Vul
! can. The latter was ejected from Olym
pus, the devil was cast out of heaven.
Vulcan was frequently figured with a
beard and pointed cap.
In the edition of Tyndalo's New Testa
ment printed by Jugge in 1582 there is
a wood cut representing the devil sowing
tares, and wearing not only the Vulca
nian beard and pointed cap, but also a
j wooden leg. Another mediaeval repre
! sentation of the devil with a wooden leg
j may be found in one of the paintings on
! the panels of the pulpit in the ancient
, little church of Heligoland. It is only
I fair, however, to point out that the arti
ficial support in the Tyndale wood cut
resembles more a clumsy, one legged
stool, upon which the lame leg appears
1 to be doubled up at the knee, than a sub
stituted wooden limb. After all this
identification, so far as regards costume
and lameness, of the mediaeval devil and
the ancient Vulcan, although it opens
up a curious field of speculation to those
who are learned in matters of compara
: tive mythology, yet throws no certain
i light on the question as to when the
wooden leg as we know it—a complete
artificial substitute for a lost limb—wiv
I first invented.—All the Year Round.
The Wire Output,
i The wire industry is actively carried
on in Great Britain, Germany and Bel
gium, also in the United States of Amer
ica, and has attained enormous dimen
sions. A leading continental firm has
alone an output of some 50,000 tons of
j wire and wire products per annum.—
I Chambers' Journal.
"BEYOND THE ALPS LIES ITALY. '
A fresh memorial to vanished youth.
The sweet girl graduate, with flow er face;
Her oyes so full of trust, her heart of truth.
Looking o'er all the world to And her place.
Her theme holds weighty words and thoughts
so staid,
A travesty ou life in pbr: e austere;
But youthful confluence is uuatraid.
And gladness vibrates in toy tone:* so clear, ;
"Beyond the Alps lies Italy!"
The joy of triumph and of proud applause.
Sweet floral offerings, the music's : rir!
Fair, sunny slope of youth! Oh. let i.s pause
And linger In this girlhood's r > with her. !
Ere yet she climbs those j < < 1 life.
Where womanhood witn all : i tcry lies. '
Remember, ere you go to moot lis M rile.
Oh, maiden innocent, grow n stra.igcly wise, j
"Beyond the Alps Ilea Italj 1"
The essay soon will yellow grow with time;
The years will string their rosary of tears;
Weary and footsore, we the hills must climb,
And 6tumble o'er the stones of cares ami
fears.
The mists of doubt will all the landscape veil.
The summit lies so very fur awa> ;
The feet may falter and the courage fail,
The stern pale lips will quiver then to say,
"Beyond the Alps lies Italy!"
Oh, when the hands that helped you up the
slope
Shall loose the clasp we cannot always keep;
When in the night of pain you upwurd grope—
Blinded by tears, with lagging footstops •
creep;
Then let your girlhood's maxim cheer your
heart—
A jieal of joy through all life's sad refrain
Though hero we love and lose, and meet and
part.
There is a height where pleasure conquers
pain—
"Beyond the Alps lies Italy!"
—Anna B. Patten in Youth's Companion.
The Clever Rheel Robbers.
It is said that once, before the English
had become used to the maneuvers of
the robbers in India, an officer with a
party of horse was chasing a small body
of Bheel robbers and was fast overtak
ing them. Suddenly the robbers ran be
hind a rock, or some such obstacle, which
hid them for a moment, and when the
soldiers caine up the men had mysteri
ously disappeared. After an unavailing
search, the officer ordered his men to
dismount beside a clump of scorched
and withered trees, and, the day being
very hot, he took off his helmet and hung
it on a branch by which he was standing.
The branch in question turned out to
be the leg of a Bheel, who burst into a
scream of laughter and flung the aston
ished officer to the ground. The clump
of scorched trees suddenly became trans
formed into men, and the whole party
dispersed in different directions before
the Englishmen could recover from
their surprise, carrying with them the
officer's helmet byway of trophy.—Har
per's Young People.
In Down Town New York.
"The trouble with you New Yorkers
is, Quill," said the man from Boston—
they ha<l been looking over Trinity
church—"that your buildings lack age;
they are not venerable enough to com
mand the respect of the soul instinct
with the ideals of all that is hallowed
by the past. Now, there is the Ohl
South"
"But what's the matter witn that?"
interposed Quill —they were strolling
toward the Battery, and were opposite
45 Broadway—"what's the matter with
that? There's Adams Express company.
There couldn't be anything much older I
or more venerable than Adam, could
there?"— New York Times.
The ltlght Answer.
A judge, meeting a countryman, said
to him, "Where are you going?"
"How do I know?" was the gruff reply.
The judge, taking it for a piece of im
pudence, said: "You don't know, you
scamp? I'll teach you better manners.
Off to prison with you!"
The poor rustic was seized forthwith
and was being hauled off to jail when
he turned round and said, "Your wor
ship can see now that I answered cor- j
rectly, for I assure you that I didn't j
know I was going to prison."
This reply excited the risibility of the
judge, who ordered him to be set at
liberty.—Tesoretto.
A Monster Map.
Professor Penck's scheme is to con
struct a new map of the world on a scale
of 1 to 1,000,000, or about sixteen miles
to the inch, the sheets to embrace 5
(legs, in each direction, except for lati
tudes beyond 60 degs., for which the
width would be 10 degs. of longitude.
The land surface would require 769
sheets. The coat is placed at s>oo,ooo
beyond probable returns from sales.—
Ohio State Journal.
The Price of Church Organ*.
If you have any idea of buying a
church organ after learning that they
last for centuries, it will interest you to
know that you can buy one in this city
for any price between SOOO and $60,000,
and that in the best factories an instru
ment that sells for SIO,OOO takes six
months to build.—New York Times.
The Prohibition Lino in Muine.
The Prohibition line in Maine does not
extend to elevations exceeding 1,500 feet.
On the tip top of Green mountain,
Mount Desert island, is one of the flash
iest barrooms to be found anywhere, run
without any pretext of concealment.—
Exchange.
The moose in Penobscot county, Me.,
are so accustomed to the train that they
gaze calmly and critically at the locomo
tive, and are not frightened by whistles
and hissing steam jets.
Porson, the great Latinist, was the
son of a weaver. His taste for learning
was kindled by the accidental discovery
of a book of Latin proverbs.
There are eight soldiers located in Ire
land to one in Scotland, and over twenty
boys under eighteen years of age have
won the Victoria cross.
The people of Portland, Me., call the
poet'B mantle that falls in heavy folds
over their statue of Longfellow "that
rubber overcoat."
Candollo, the investigator, says the
health of dark eyed persons is much su
perior to that of the light or bine eyed
to'M-
[CAStORIAI
for Infants and Children.
•'Cmttori air, so well adapted to children that
I recommend it as superior to any prescription
known to me." H. A. ARCHER, M. D.,
11l So. Oxford St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
"The use of 'Castoria* is so universal and
its merits so well known that it seems a work
of supererogation to endorse it. Few are the
intelligent families who do not keep Castoria
within easy reach."
CARLOS MARTYN, D. P.,
New York City.
Late Pastor Bloomingdale Reformed Church.
THE CENTAUR COMPANY, 77 MURRAY STREET, NEW YORK.
NINETEEN - YEARS - EXPERIENCE
lir Leatlier.
Our stock is bound to go. There is nothing like slim figures to
put it in motion. We have laid in a very large stock of
seasonable goods. WE BOUGHT CHEAP—WE SELL
CHEAP. A lot of goods turned quick at close margin is
good enough for us. Now is the time to buy
A No. 1 Goods —None Better on Earth
At Very Close to Manufacturing Prices.
We do business to live. We live to do business, and the way to
do it is to offer the very best grade of goods at prices that
will make them jump. An extra large line of ladies' and
gents' underwear just arrived. Call and see us. Thanking
you for past favors, we remain, yours truly,
Geo. Chestnut, 93 Centre Street, Freeland.
YOU WILL FIND US AT THE TOP
IN THE CLOTHING LINEV
With more fresh styles, low priced attractions and ser
viceable goods than ever. The big chance and the best
chance to buy your fall clothing is now offered.
Our enormous stock of seasonable styles is open and now
ready. Such qualities and such prices have never before
been offered in Freeland. A thoroughly first-class
stock, combining quality and elegance with prices strictly
fair. Come in at once and see the latest styles and most
serviceable goods of the season in
MEN'S, BOYS' AND CHILDREN'S CLOTHING,
HATS, CAPS AND FURNISHING GOODS.
The newest ideas, the best goods made, the greatest
variety and the fairest figures. Everybody is delighted
with our display of goods and you will be. Special bar
gains in overcoats. Remember, we stand at the top in
style, quality and variety.
JOHN SMITH, BIBKBECK F SN 0 .
H. M. BRISLIN.
UNDERTAKER
AND
EMBALMER.
HORSEMEN
ALL KNOW THAT
Wise's Harness Store
Is still here and doing busi
ness 011 the same old principle
of good goods and low prices.
"I wish I had one."
HORSE : GOODS.
Blankets, Buffalo Robes, Har
ness, and in fact every
thing needed by
Horsemen.
Good workmanship and low
prices is my motto.
GEO. WISE,
Jeddo, and No. 35 Centre St.
Advertise in
tlie Tribune.
Cms tori a cures Colic, Constipation,
vMi lr Diarrhcea. Eructation,
Kills Worms, gives sleep, and promotes di
gestion,
Without injurious medication.
" For several years I have recommended
your ' Castoria,' and shall always continue to
do so as it Bus invariably produced beneficial
results."
EDWIN F. PARDEE, M. D. T
"The Winthrop," 125 th Street and 7th Ave.,
New York City.
GO TO
Fisher Bros.
I livery Stable
FOR
FIRST-CLASS TURNOUTS
At Short Notice, for Wedding*, Parties and
Funerals. Front Street, two squares
below Freelund Opera House.
llilillll SYSTEM.
LEHIGH VALLEY
j 'i. \ I>IVISION.
i ¥ .Anthracite ooal used exclu
jj j A ( oint )i't MHUr ' c,t ' an " ncßß U,l<l
ARRANGEMENT OF PASSENGER TRAINS.
NOV. 15, 1802.
LEAVE FREELANI).
610 * m , OU, 10.41 A M., 12.25, 1.50, 2.43, 3.50,
New York.) 18 no conn ®ctlon for
dtflphia." yi ' f ° r Betlllohom ' Easton and Phlla-
W ! " Tmnmu!
llkes-Uarrc, I'ittaton ami 1,, ami 11. Junction!
SUNDAY TRAINS.
! InmhAvl - , V"' M - f '"' Drltton, Jeddo,
• !!-., arduiid Hazleton.
x J• 1 ' Leila no, Mahanoy City, Shen
andoah, New \ ork and Philadelphia.
ARRIVE AT FREELAND.
4 5A 50 ,! I* oo ' : -20, 10 ' ai A. M., 12.10,1.15, 2.33.
4..>0, i.03 and H. 37 P. M. from Huzleton, Stock
ton, Lumber 1 ard, Jeddo and Drilton.
7.20.0.1H, 10.50 A. M., 12.10, 2.33, 4.50. 7.011 P. M.
troin Delano, .Mnhatioy City and Shenandoah
l (via New Boston Jtranch).
1.15 and 5.37 P. M. from New York. Eautnn
Philadelpliirt, Dethlehera, A lien town ami
Maueli ( hunk.
i, u V! i l ?* s " Al from Enston, PhlladeU
phia, llethleheni and Maueli Chunk.
Ji'V! A. M., 2.43. 041 P. M from White
Haven, (lien Summit, Wilkes-Rarru, Pittston
and 1,. and 11. Junction (via Highland Branch).
SUNDAY TRAINS.
! 11.31 A, M. and 3.31 P. M. front Hazleton
Lumber Yard, Jeddo and Drilton
phia'aim Kftstun'. 11 lhlzloU)t, | Philadel
?;?! 'i' V" u vlllc and Delano.
•Vgouts inlorraation inquire of Ticket
1. A. BWEIGARD, Gen. Mgr.
C. (J. HANCOCK, Gen. Pass. Agt.
i Philadelphia, Pa.
A. \Y . NONNEMACHEH. Asa't o. l>. A..
South Bethlehem, Pa.