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Bell-murder is decidedly on tho iu
crease in Christian countries.
The chief obstacle to commercial
progress in Persia is in tho unsatis
factory stete of tho roads.
There are as yet as many unpub
lished sermons of tho late Rev. C. H.
Spurgeon as will require another ten
years to get out.
Nitrate has doubled in consumption
daring tho past ten years, and Colonel
North, the nitrate king, is afraid that
the supply will soon fall short of tho
demand.
Since tho battle of Waterloo tho
Rothschilds have laid by $2,000,000,-
000 for a rainy day, and one estimate
of their wealth by the year 19G5 is
$60,000,000,000.
The shrinkage of value of horses in
1898 is estimated to be over $25,000,-
000, and the total loss in falling off of
prices will, the New York World esti
mates, aggregate $00,000,000, since
the commencement of the present de
pression of values.
In Paris, according to a recent enum
eration, there are more tailors, up
holsters, bonnet-makers, barbers, ad
vocates, and men of letters than in any
other city of tho world. London has
the most cab and carriage proprietors,
engineers, printers, booksellers and
cooks. Amsterdam is ahead on gen
eral dealers and money lenders. Brus
sels is celebrated as the city where the
largest number of boys smoke. Naples
has the most street porters. Berliu
has the largest number of beer drink
ers. Florence excels in flowers sell
ers, and Lisbon contains the most
bailiffs.
An interesting New England custom
is that mentioned by Harper's Weekly
which provides that stockholders of
the Boston and Albany road shall ride
free to Boston from any point on that
road to attend the annual stockhold
ers' meeting in September. They
show their stock certificates instead of
tickets, and they have all the week to
get home in. So it happens that in
stockholders' week people from west
ern Massachusetts flock to Boston to
do their shopping, and crowd the ho
tels. A similar concession by other
railroads in other States would tend to
popularize small holdings of railroad
stock.
The black ladybird of Australia,
which was introduced into California
two years ago to exterminate tho black
scale and liko orchard parasites, has
not belied its reputation, announces
the New York Post. To these pests
it has proved so relentless an enemy
that in some parts of the State, nota
bly Santa Barbara County, scarcely
any insect life remains for tho suste
nance of the ladybird. Trees which,
two years ago, were covered with tho
Becrotions of the scale, which, in fact,
seemed irremediably ruined, aro now
clean, bright and vigorous. "It is
difficult," says an expert, "to place u
pecuniary estimate on the value of the
enomy of tho black scale. In one re
spect, however, the saving in spraying
and fumigating will probably repre
sent 8100,000 a year to tho horti
culturists of California. Ono fruit
grower alone has of late years been
compelled to expend from S3OOO to
85000 per annum for this purpose,
while there are four or fivo growers in
Los Angeles County alone who each
pay out an average of 810,000 annu
ally in battling against the black
scale. All this will bo saved, for tho
littlo beetle costs nothing. Then, in
addition to tho economy, the trees
will bo more healthful and consequent
ly will bear more plentifully and a
better quality of fruit. The officers
of the Board of Horticulture aro satis
fied that the black scale is doomed, as
was the cotton cushion, and are now
turning their attention to the discov
ery of a parasite that will war on tho
red scale, which is causing so much
annoyanoe and loss to the orange
growers of the South."
the lily and the poet.
A lily on tho highland lay,
Beneath tho fierce and scorching ray
Of midday summer sun.
It chanced a poet, passing by,
Upon tho lily cnst his eye j
His sympathy it won.
♦'Poor Utile flower," ho pitying said,
"Who left thee thus with drooping hoad
Beneath a burning sky ;
Ah, mo ! it wns a thoughtless deed
To cast thee forth, like common weed,
To wither and to die.
"Away from cool and grateful shade
Of garden bed or mossy glade,
Where, erstwhile, thou didst bloom,
My heart with pity bleeds for thee,
Thus treated so despltefully,
And loft to suoh a doom.
"Tho lily Is tho spotless flower,
Tho emblem of the priceless dower,
Of purity of heart.
King Solomon, iu all his power,
Was not arrayed like thee, sweet flower,
Thou work of Nature's art.
"I cannot leave thee in thy need,
Amid the dust to pant and bleed.
I cannot leave theo so.
Close by theo lies a lovely mere,
Whose sparkling waters bright and clear,
O'er water lilies flow#
"Upon its cool, refreshing breast,
I'll lay thee gently down to rest,
And banish all thy pain.
Tho water sprites will change thy shnpe,
And, as a 'Lily of tho Lake,'
Thou yet shalt bloom again."
—Tho Academy. j
TANDY'S ORG'N.
BB| WONDER," reflect-
Hod Mrs. Bentley,
if|l "why 'Mainly don't
IKwfl feed them chick'ns
nffli —'ts high time they
IWjfll was fed! 'Mandy!
f fjffl 1100-00-hoo! Hoo-
Ijj 00-hoo! You 'Man
"Yes, maw, what
d'you want?"
RAL A girl about seven-
V|lv yfjm teeu years old came
kitchen
door, ft ud stood
looking at her mother. Mrs. Bentley
was twonty or more steps away, and
the chickens were making so much
noise she had to raise her voice to a
disagreeable, rasping pitch. "What'd'
I want! Why, I want ter know why
you don't feed them chick'ns, missy
—that's what I want! Step around
lively, now, 'n* don' forget 'b Chris'mas
Eve, 'n' a lot o' extry work ter be
done. You ac' 's if you didn't care
whether the minister bed anything fer
dinner tomorrow 'r not I"
"I don't care," said tho girl, with
6nllen emphasis. She came out into
tho lane, and stood near her mother.
Her apron, gathered up in her left
hand, was full of wheat. With her
right baud she began scattering it on
the hard, ungrassed ground.
"Mebbe you think 'tis fun ter hev
ministers 'n' their wives 'n' a lot o'
children ter cook 'n' work fer an
Chris'mas," she said; "but I don't.
I wish Chris'mas 'ud never come- fer
all the good it does us! Maria
Quackenbush's paw's got her a new
org'n," she added, suddenly. A glow
of eagerness came acroos her face, but
faded almost instantly.
"Has he?" said Mrs. Bentley,
stolidly watching the chickens.
" 'N 'ts twenty-four stops, maw."
"What has?"
"Tho org'n Maria's 'paw got 'er fer
Chris'mas."
Tho elder woman shut her lips to
gether with a kind of grimuess.
"I guess it won't give no better
music than one with twenty-two," sho
said.
"No," said 'Mandy, with a sigh of
indifference. "Oh, maw," sho added,
suddenly, with a very passion of long
ing in her tone; "d' you think paw'll
ever get me 'n org'n fer Chris'mas?"
"I do' know," replied her mother.
"Looks kind o' like snow, don't it?
Which o' them pull'ts 'r' you go'n' ter
kill fer termorrow?"
"I do' know; any of 'em's fat
enough."
A dull grayness lowered upon the
farm. Tho wind whistled a little as it
came around tho corner of the big
barn, and pushed some stray locks of
tho girl's hair across her neck. A
horse came running up from the lower
pasture, and looked over the tall bars,
neighing and pawing the ground im
patiently. Far off, down near the
river, was tho tinkle-inkle-inkle of a
cow bell.
"Therecomes tho cows," said Mrs.
Bentley, sighing unconsciously. It
was a sigh of resignation, however,
for Mrs. Bentley had been a farmer's
daughter before she was a farmer's
wife. "Thero!" she exclaimed, in
mihl triumph, as acock crow, "Didn't
I tell you it was go'n' ter storm? You
can tell it by the mournful sound o'
thet rooster's voice. Oh, say, 'Mandy !
Dick Underwood got homo las' week
from town tor spend Chris'mas 'n'
New Year. I just heard it while you
was out gether'u' punk'ns!"
"I kno wed it yesterday," said the
girl. She did not stir or lift her eyes,
but a faint color camo into her face
and a pulso in her throat began to
beat quickly.
Her mother give her a keen, search
ing look.
"I guess he'll mos' likely be go'n'
ter Maria's ter-morrow, a-seein' her
new org'n," she said, looking away.
"Yes, I guess," said tho girl. After
a moment's hesitation, she added:
"Maria's maw got 'cr 'n offul pretty
new dross."
"Did she?"—with a look of inter
est. "What's it liko?"
" 'T's a sort o' brown 'n' gold stripe
—camel's hair. 'T's offul pretty,'"
added tho girl with a kind of bitter ro-i
luctance.
MTH. Bentley was awed into silence
for a moment in contemplation of
Maria's splendor ; t . . a lit
tle sniff of contempt.
"Well, I don't eo where them
Quackenbushes git so much money ter
spend 011 foolishness! They got just
the samo fer their pertatos as we did
—'n' they didn't have no biggor crop,
I know. 'N' they ain't sold their
hawgs yet. It beat rao where they git
their money ter pay fer things!"
"She's got a pair o' gloves ter
match, too."
"Lau' sakes! Just 'a if that pair o*
gray ones she got 'n the spring wasn't
good enough ! It beats me. Well,
there's one thing mighty sure! They
needn't any of 'em think she's go'n ter
look better in all her finery than you'll
look 'n thet peacock blue o' your'n !"
"'T's 's old 's the hills," said the
girl. Her lips quivered, and there was
an undertone of tears in her voice.
Her mother looked at hor in mute sym- i
pathy.
"Maria Quackenbush ain't got no
such figger's your'n," sho said, after
a little, taking stock of tho girl's good
points; "nor no such hair, 'n' she
don't know how ter do 't up like you
do. I don't suppose he'll take a no- ;
tion to her."
"Who will ?" There was a conscious
look on tho girl's face.
"Dick Underwood."
"Who's a-car'n' whether he does 'r
not?" exclaimed 'Mandy, with an
exaggerated affectation of scorn and in
difference that but poorly concealed
the deep hurt her mother's words had
given. "He's welcome to, 'f he wants
to! Nobody 'll bender 'im, I guess."
"Hev you got them chick'ns fed?"
"Yes." She shook the la6t grains
of wheat from her apron. Her face
was flushed, and tears were very close
to her eyes now.
As she turned toward the house,
there was a clatter of unevenly gallop
ing horses ou tho winter ground, and
up to the gate dashed Maria Quacken
bush aud Dick Underwood, laughing
noisily, and with a great deal of color
in their faces, as if they had been rid
ing recklessly.
"Whoa!" cried Maria, with spirit.
"Whoa, I tell you! Hello, 'Mandy!
How do you do, Mis' Bentley ! Guess
my hair's dowu my back, ain't it?
My ! I must be a sight! But when you
git this horse warmed up, you can't go
slow on him!"
"Won't you git down 'n' come in?"
asked Mrs. Bentley, with cold and un
mistakable disapproval. "How do you
do, Mr. Underwood? My! how you
have changed! 'Mandy!"
'Mandy came to the gate, blushing
and looking rather shy and awkward.
The young man jumped off his horse
and shook hands with her through the
gate.
"I've only changed in looks," he
said, with shining eyes. "No, wo
can't come in to-night. We promised
Mrs. Quackenbush we'd bo back early
to supper."
"We're go'n' ter hev some music 'n'
sing'n'," said Maria loftily. "I've got
a new org'n fer Chris'mas, 'Mandy."
"Yes, I heard," said 'Mandy, faintly.
"Got tweutv-four stops 'n' two knee
swells —a loud 'n' a soft. 'T's got a
high back, 'n' places fer lamps 'n'
vases. Can't you come over tornight ?"
"No, I guess not," said tho girl.
The color had left her face, and she
was looking pale.
"No," said Mrs. Bently, with a hard
look in her eyes, "she'll hev ter do all
tho work ternight. I'm a-go'n ter
town."
"Why, maw!" exclaimed 'Mandy,
in amazement. " 'R' you, honest?
What you go'n* fur?"
"I'm a-go'n' ter git somo things for
dinner termorrow. I'm all out."
She began drumming with her coarse
red fingers on the gate. There was a
look of sudden resolution—almost
stubbornness—on her face ; and a cold
glitter, like steel, in her eyes—especi
ally when she looked at Maria.
"I wish you c'u'd come," said that
young lad v , airily, to 'Mandy, flick
ing her liovse's ears with her whip;
"I've got lots ter tell you"—simper
ing—" 'n' just piles ter show you.
I've got a new dress that'll make your
mouth water!"
"Huuh!" snifTod Mrs. Bontley, toss
ing her head contemptuously.
" 'Ts brown 'n* gold camel's hair—
offul flnc—'n' it cost a dollar-'n'-a
quarter a yard."
"Hez you paw sold his hawgs yet?"
asked Mrs. Bontley, with Hudden and
startling significance. But evidently
nothing could shako Maria's self-sat
isfaction to-day. She returned with
placidity Mrs. Bentloy's intense gaze.
"I do' know," she replied lightly.
"'N' I've got a pair o' gloves ter
match, 'Mandy. Guess you better
come, after all. Well, we'll hov ter
be go'n', Mr. Underwood"—she gave
hira a decidedly and boldly coquettish
glance, whereat poor 'Mandy turned
paler and Mrs. Bontley's foco assumed
a fairly purplish tingo—" 'r we'll be
late. Good-bye! Hope you'll hov a
good time ter-morrow."
"Good night," said tho young man,
with a lingering look through the gate
at tho pale, pretty face and wide, hurt
eyes. "[ wish you a very happy
Christmas!"
"Good-niglit," said 'Mandy, with a
poor smile that was hardly a smile at
all.
"Now, you go right 'n the houso
'n' do up all the work, 'Mandy," said
Mrs. Bentley, taking up a slop pail
and walking with quick, resolute
strides. Every step seemed to say,
"I've made up my mind ! I've made
up my mind!" "You tell Peter ter
hitch Dock V Charley ter the spring
wag'n, whilo I'm dress'n. 'N' you
hurry up, too, so'a I can git off before
you paw gits back ! I won't git home
to-night; I'll put up at Mis' Huntly's.
Hurry up!"
Too occupied with her own reflec
tions to give moro thau a passing
thought to her mother's sudden reso
lutions, and eager to get her pale face
away from those solicitous eyes,
'Mandy gladly obeyed.
Twenty minutes later Mrs. Bi nt ey
crime from the house, dressed for towo,
and crossed the lane to the barn.
"I'll show them Quackenbushes 'I
they can walk over my girl!" she was
saying. Her lips were shut firmly
together, and there was an ominous
look in her eyes. Maudy'a paw'll
never git stirred up ter the pitch o*
gifct'n 'n org'n; 'n' what's the sense o*
my keep'n that hundred dollars ter
bury myself with? Guess Pll git
buried decent somehow. 'N' then a
'fcicin* Hick Underwood down there on*
the strength o' a new org'n 'n' a now
drers!" Her tone was bitter now in
deed. "I'll show 'era!"
She climbed into the wagon over the
front wheel, and took up the reins
with decision.
"Git up," she said, in a tone not to
be trifled with.
As she passed the kitchen, she looked
in, but 'Mandy was not in sight. The
ominous look deepened on the mother's
face. "I'll show 'em," she muttered
again. The wind whistled,around the
corner, and brought with it tho first
flurry of snow.
The ground was white when Mrs.
Bentley drove with adlourish of tri
nmph into tho barn yard. 'Mandy
ran out, bareheaded. Sho was still
pale, and her eyes looked as if she had
not slept.
"Oh, maw!" she cried. "What you
get there?"
"Stop holler'n'," said her mother
grimly. " 'Tie a new org'n fer you—
'n' 'ts got twenty-eight stops 'n' three
knee-swells 1"
"Oh, maw!" exclaimed 'Mandy,
completely overcome. Then—' 'you're
a holler'n' yourself! JSay, maw, what's
the third swoll fur?"
"1 don't know what, 'ts fur, but 'ts
there. 'N' I guess I can holler 'f I
want to, because I've showed 'em!
'N' I've got a dress fur you ithet cost a
dollar 'n' a half a yard, V two pairs o'
gloves ter match!"
"Oh, maw!" gasped. 'Mandy,
"you're a holler'n' offul!"
" 'N' Dick Underwood told mo ho
was com'n' ter see tho new org'n. 'N'
he asked me 'f I thought you liked
him like you uster, 'n' like ho likes
you! So, 'f I ain't showed them
Quackenbushes, missy, I'd like tor
know who has! 'N' I guess I can hol
ler 'f I want to!"
Over.Sensitivc People.
There is a class of people with
whom it is painful to come in contact.
Very nice, they may be, and good in
all respects, but tho fact that they are
gifted with an undue amount of sensi
tiveness makes life often a burden to
themselves and to others. In many
cases this intense sensitiveness has its
origin in childhood when .children are
made much of, until they grow to bo
wonderfully conscious of themselves.
If parents, when they see the dawning
of this trait, which grows to bo such
a painful one awhile, would do all
they could to check and,discourage it;
if those who have n temperament
which inclines them to sensitivenesi
would call to their aid all tho common
senso they possess and reason out th#
causes for offense which meet them sc
much oftener than they meet others,
and consider how much of it has itr
origin in imagination, both they and
the world would be gainers. Tho busy
world has no time to stop to listen to
small complaints, and complainers are
apt to be loft in tho background, and
sometimes to be so pushed aside as to
really have some grounds for discon
tent. The wisest plan is to try as fai
as possible to forget self. The slights
which are usually so trying may bo ig
nored, for it is not a matter of so
much iinportanco how one is treated as
it is tho effect it has upon the char
acter. That effect is lasting, the othef
is but transient.—Christian Horald.
The Latest Thing In Shoes,
Perhaps the most striking thing
among tho late offerings in sole shapes
is the last that turns almost skyward
at the toe. Tho curve begins at the
ball, and the too very much resemblos
the peaked, turned-up front of some
centuries ago that had to be chninod
to tho knee, only that it is not nearly
so long, says a writer in Hoots and
Shoes Weekly.
It was not so very long ago that the
turned-up too was in vogue with us,
mado with a stiff, unyielding, heavy
sole-leather bottom. The advocates
of this shape contended then that this
was the proper form for the sole of the
shoe, because tho foot assumed this
position in progression. But there
was no provision mado in it for tho
foot at rest.
If this new stylo of turned-up toes
is ndopted, howover, tho modern
flexible solo will in somo degree
mitigato tho evils of such a shape by
permitting tho toes of tho foot to
press downward partially at least.
This seems to be one of those novelties
in footgear that is moro calculated
for novelty than comfort.
Progress in Ireland.
Statistics just published show thif
during the past year 60,000 acres ol
land havo boeu reclaimed in Ireland.
Horses and mules have increased iD
tho island by nearly 10,000. Sheep
and cattle have decreased 316,000 and
72,000, respectively; but, on the
other hand, pigs have increased to tho
extent of 237,000, and the poultry
consus shows u goose and two fowls
for every man, woman and child in
Ireland, with ducks and turkeys in
equal abundance.—New York World.
High Price lor a Ball,
At a recent sale of Aberdeen-Angus
cattle, the property of a Mr. Grant., of
Scotland, the yearling bull, Boaz, sold
for 81450, claimed to be tho highest
price ever paid for a bull of the breed.
Ho was bought for an Irish breeder.
Tho average for the forty-two animals
sold whs about 8180 each. —New York
World.
STUDYO1 1 PARKHUEST
CHARACTER AND TRAITS OF
NEW YORK'S REFORMER.
Abused anil Slandered ITe Is Only .Tout
Winning Men'o Respect llnslnesn
like. Direct. Courageous, Without Self
ishness or .Egotism.
Is the Highest Type of Mnn.
It Is doubtful if through all the
length and breadth of the land there
Is any nuin more talked about just
now than Dr. Charles 11. Parkhurst,
REV. DR. CnAHI.KS H. PARKHURST;
of New York City. His name and
his deeds have become "familiar In
our mouths as household words;" in
deed, he is at present the conspicuous
man of the time. And yet, there
are few men less understood and less
appreciated; there are none who have
suffered more from misrepresentation
and slander. When Dr. Parkhurst
first appeared In the role of reformer,
us the hater of vice, the newspapers
affected to regard him as a monster
of lust; as one of those whose strange,
morbid Impulses to vice are at once
tho wonder and pity of their fellows;
ho was abused as a Satyr cloaked In
the garments of religion who aprlled
himself Willi horrible industry to the
dissemination of the cult of l'rtapus.
How different tho true man Is! and
how different is the world's opinion
of him now that it has seen what ho
can do! One who knows Dr. Park
hurst well discusses his traits mi
nutely in one of the New York jour
nals and gives a pleasing picture of
Ills character.
I'urk hurst's I'urlty.
In person, he says, Dr. Parkhurst
is a rather small, line-bred, gentle
manly man, eloquent and animated
In every motion and gesture, keen of
Intellect and with a nervous force
continually displayed by his mobile
features. The good Doctor is unsur
passed even among liis professional
brethren for purity of life and sim
ple innocence—an innocence often
synonymous and identical with ignor
ance. Ho seems to he almost wholly
without passion, of an icy crystalline
coldness which has nothing In com
mon with tho general weakness of
humanity. Joined to this Dr. Park
hurst lias a burning, overwhelming
horror of what ho conceives to ho
evil, it is not the doer of wrong so
much that he detests as the huge,
impersonal mass of sin which (Ills the
earth and shuts out the brightness of
the sky. He regards this evil as a
monstrous and unnatural growth; It
does not appear to him as interesting
in Itself; lie has no imagination and
sin Is as passionless a thing to him as
the nudity of death. This frame of
mind arises from his theologic pre
possessions, from tho fact that Dr.
Parkhurst belloves absolutely In the
close and vital connection between
things human and divine—between
man and God.
Distinctly American.
Dr. Parkhur.tlsdistinctly an Amer
ican. He has the nerve force, the
bright-eyed eagerness for knowledge
and the Indefatigable enthusiasm
which are all thought to bo distin
guishing marks of our countrymen.
i
| '
nil. PARK HURST'B CHURCH ON MADISON
He is moreover a man of extreme
kindness; no one in sorrow, doubt or
other affliction goes to the Doctot
without being sent on his way
cheered, counseled and consolod. Hie
cnarities in the way of alms-giving
are without number, and yet he nevei
gives without investigating the caso
brought to his attention with all the
care he Is capable of. Dr. Parkhurst
Is always scrupulously neat in ap
pearance and gives those who meet
him an impression of refinement, ol
delicacy and of purity such as one is
moro apt to get from a nice young
girl than froni-any man, however good
he may be.
The Doctor's Crusade.
From another point of view Dr.
Parkhurst Is intensely interesting.
He is a conspicuous instance of what
one man can accomplish, even with
great oflas against him. lie shows
also what a force the feeling wo call
"duty" Is as a motive power. It was
about twelve years ago that Dr. Park
hurst was called to the pastorate of
the Madison Square Presbyterian
Church, one of the wealthy aud aris
tocratic churches of New York City.
For years ho preached there his schol
arly, quiet, unimpressive sermons,
made his parochial visits to his rich
parishloneis, lived his life of grace
ful ease and luxury, and employed
himself in study, pleasant work and
recreation. Suddenly he discovered
certain facts as to the Immoral condi
tion of New York life which he had
not dreamed of before. He was
amazed and horrified, and his horror
and wonder grew on him. One Sun
day he preached a sermon such' as ho
had never preached before. That
day was the turning point In Dr.
Parkliurst's life and In New York's
moral history. Driven by a sense of
duty, Dr. Parkhurst now left that
life of pleasant clerical ease and de
termined to devote himself to purify
ing New York and taking away the
city's reproach.
I'arkhurnt's Great Work.
He received the support_of the So
ciety for the Prevention of Crime, of
which ho was president, and, armed
with this power, he set to work mak
ing Investigations. He was soon con
vinced that the whole system of mu
nicipal government was rotten, and
that therefore vice and lawlessness
were rather encouraged than re
pressed. In the face of sneers and
opposition, notwithstanding slander
and calumny, the Doctor kept on.
Finally he appeared before the grand
jury and laid before It the result of
his Investigations. Indictments were
found by It on the strength of Dr.
Parkliurst's evidence against ono
pollco captain, ana testimony was
given implicating several others. The
tide of public opinion turned now in
I)r. Parkhurst's favor, and Instead of
being termed "crank" and sneered at
111'. PAHKHURST'S STUDY.
as a fool ho was now hailed as a re
former and a man whose worth had
not been hitherto appreciated. Soon
the Senate appointed a committee to
Investigate Dr. Parkhurst's charges
against the New York pollco, and the
revelations made by this body have
shown a depth of corruption and
venality which seems almost incredi
ble. And the end is not yet.
A UNIQUE INDUSTRY.
How Lubricating Oil In OhtaAafnl In Penn
sylvania.
Tho lubricating oil fiold of Fronch
Crook, in Venango County, Ponnsylva
nia, is ono of tho most curious spots in
all oildora. Tho business had its start
In tho well of Blacksmith Evans, at
Franklin, in tho'iO's, and slnco then
M2,(R)O,< 00 worth of oil has boon taken
from tho few milos square of territory
whoro this oil alor.o is found. Around
its prescribed limits wells that yield
largoly of tho rogu'ar illuminating oil
havo boon drilled, but nono of that
kind of oil has ever boon found within
tho lubricating oil limits. This smull
but rich oil district oxtonds into tho
village of Franklin, tho county seat of
Venango County, and there are wolls
In many private yards in that place.
Tho production has fallen off greatly,
though, and tho price also. The
monthly yield now is not more than
7,00) barrels, and the price is below *4
a barrel. '1 ho oil is retlnod at Oil
City, and eighty different commercial
products result, bo ides tho oil itself.
Franklin on oys a monopoly of tho
heavy oil trudo, hut the business is
conductod on a much more economical
basis than whon Blacksmith Evans
was gotting his LOO barrels a day from
his pioneer well and rec iving $3 > a
barroi for it. Thero is littlo or no gas
in tho lubricating oil rock, and overy
well has to bo pump (1. As many as
fifty wolls are pumped by ono engine.
This is accomplished by an ingenious
dovico called tho pumping rig. The
wolls to bo pumped are connected with
suckor rods screwed togother, reach
ing out in all directions, frequently
more than u milo from tho ongino. In
tho woods around i'ranklin those suck
or rods may bo encountered, working
slowly back and forth with the regu
lar motion of a piston, and no ongino
within sight or hoaring. Tho sarno
thing may bo seon in tho streets of
Franklin, whero tho long arms ro ich
in to connect with tho wolls in tho vil
lage boundaries.
l ho wells are not purapod rogularl.v,
but by "heads." Twice a day thore is
sutlicient accumulation of oil in the
wolto to bo pumped out, and then the
many-arinod engines are Btarted and
k pt going until all the oil of that
"bead is pumped out Sometimes a
new well will start off with a vie d of
ton or fifteen barrols a day, but this
phenomenal yield does not last long.
Taking it all in all, the lubricating oil
corner of tho petroleum holds is alto
gether unique.
Tomb of Peleg.
In the year 553, A. D., while work,
men were engaged In trenching tho
salt mines in Prussia, they unearthed
a triangular, building In which wis a
column of white marble. At the
side of the column was a tomb of
freestone and over It a slab of agato
Inscribed with these words, whlchare
In Latin: "Here rests the ashes of
Peleg, great architect of the Tower
of Mabel. The Almighty had pity
on him because he became humble."
No AMOUNT of cultivation can make
a thistle bear fruit,
. THE MODERN GAME,
ITow they jam 'em,
How they ram 'em,
How they slam 'em,
In tho football game!
How they squirm with
Ghoulish joy,
When they've klllod
Botno bright young boy l
How they roar and
How they Inugh
When they've crushed
Some youth in half,
In the football game!
now they mangle.
How they strangle,
How they wrangle,
In the football game!
now sweetly soft
Their joyous tonop,
Mingled with tho
Awful groaus!
Listen to tholr
Happy cries
When they've knocked
Out some one's eyes,
In tho football game!
—Harold McGratb, in Truth.
HUMOR OF THE HAY.
Keep off the grass —Lawn mowers.
A theorist is a man with perfect con
fidence in his imagination.
The competition of vanity has done
mnch to swell many a fund for char
ity.
It is the first step that costs; and
sometimes it costs so much that wo
can't afford to tako a second.
Thero is nothing poetical about
money. Distant prospects of it lend
no enohantment to the view.--Puck.
A gallant youth— a pretty miss—
A trolley car that's dark-
Would It be right to say that this
Wa9 on electrio spark?
—New York Herald.
The same woman who laughed at
you with riohas, will smile with you
at poverty—if she takes tho notion.—
Puck.
"I'll tell you a tale that is positively
hair raising." "For Jupiter's sake,
tell it to Jobson ; lie's bald headed!"
—Judge.
Some men show remarkably good
taste in their selection of ties until
they put their neckff, into tho matri
monial halter.—Statesman.
"Virtue lends dignity to a man,
but wickedness somethnea lends dol
lars," said a cvnio who had never
dared to tell a lie."—Puck.
Bacon—"lt's not difficult, nowa
days, to get men to do your bidding.' -
Egbert—"No; I've often noticed tho
dummies about an auction room."
Can a woman a secret keep?
Thero is one such, I'll engage,
As the years upon her creep—
'Tls the secret of her age.
—Judge.
The man who never knows when ho
is beaten would be perfectly hajypy if
he could get rid of the suspicion thai
other people may be better pwsted.—
Puck.
Miss HasbeeD—"l'm very tirsd af
ter the party last night." Littlfc Ethel
—"Yes, you must be. Sister says you
held the wall up the wholo evening."
—Brooklyn Life.
She —"I like this plaoo immensely
since they have had tho new French
chef." He (weak in his French, but
generous to a fault) - -"Waitali, bving
ohef for two."—Harlem Life.
Mr. Snapp—"ls the gentleman in
the next room a somnambulist?" Land
lady— "Gracious goodness, no; for
generations back they've all been Bap
tists." —Chicago Record.
There's heads and heads and hends aud
heads,
Long heads, round heads, and flats ;
Some neads are made to carry brains,
And some just carry hats.
—bpare Moments.
"Why'did tho football game stop?"
"The ball got mashed to a pnlp."
"How did that happen?" "A practi
cal joker on one of the teams slipped
a wig on it during tho game."—Pack.
Patron (to laundryman)—"John,
how did it happen that tho Japaneso
killed so many Chinamen in the last
battle?" John—"Noteeknow. Maybee \
bigee rain makee bad runnee."—New
York Weekly.
"I don't see how you dare trust
yourself to young Dr. Pills. Ho hasn't
any patients." "That's just the point.
He strains every nerve to keep me
alive; I'm his only source of income."
—Harper's Bazar.
"Every tree can bo distinguished by
its bark," saidTwynn. "I deny that,"
replied Triplott. "Name ono that
cannot." "I maintain that a single
tree cannot be distinguished by its
bark."—Detroit Free Press.
"And what kind of a chin lias slio?"
she asked, as he paused in tho middle
of an attempt at description of her
features. "A movable one," Baid he,
after a moment's sober thought. And
then he heaved a deep and pensive
sigh.—Somerville Journal.
The poet was in a brown study, and
his wife was sewing over by the win
dow. "A p.mny for your thoughts,
Algernon," she said, looking up at T
him. "That's just it, my dear," he
replied. "A penny is about all I can
get for them, and that's what worries
me."—Detroit Free Press.
Drugging Fish.
There are various drugs that havo
been employod for stupefying or
making fish so drunk that they could
be caught by hand or with small dip
nets; but fortunately for tho fish
laws have been passed in nearly if not
all of the States prohibiting the use
of such means for taking fish. In
many old books of recipes the coccu
lus berry is recommended as the best
material for this purpose, but we do
not think the Fish Commissioners
would care to have us tell you how to
prepare the noxious compound.—New
York bun,