FREEI7AOT> TRIBUTE. PUBUKHTCD KVEItT * MONDAY AND THTJBSDAY. THOS. A. BUCKLEY, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. OFFICE: MAIN STBEXT ABOVE CENTS*. SUBBCBIPTION RATEH. One Year |1 a Six Months ~. , ~ 75 Four Month* 50 Two Months 25 Subscribers are requested to observe tho data following the name on tho labels of their papers. By referring to this they can toll at a glance how they stand on the books In this 0000. For Instance: G rover Cleveland 28June95 means tbat Grover la paid up to Juno 28,1H9&. Keep tho Qgurea In advance of tho present data. Ho port promptly to this office when your paper la not received. All arrearages must be paid when paper is discontinued, or collection will be made In the manner provided by law. i no discovery or typnoia serum is an nounced. One of these days we shall live forever.—Boston Herald. Yes, but where? Professor Swift, of Rochester, has discovered another new comet, but it has no tail. Times are pretty hard when a self-respecting comet cannot afford at least one tail. The United States did not receive tl large immigration last year, hut the statistics show she received 41,000 who eould neither read nor write. It Is hard to make good American citizens out of such material. Uncle Sam should draw the line on vice and Ignorance. Both the Ignorant nnd vicious should be left to grow up with the country In which they were born. The new Czar Is setting out benignly, ns his father did. It is to be hoped no tragic incident will be precipitated up on his career before lie has had time to show whether he really favors re forms in Russia or not. Had the late Emperor not been attacked savagely before he could undertake to fulfill the testament of the first Nicholas, the his tory of Russia might be different from what it is. Unfortunately, there is good ground for fearing that the mild ness of the present ruler is due to weak ness of character, not to strength; and the most brutal sovereigns in history in all ages have been the weakest. The people of Maine fear that the wild game In their forests will be en tirely destroyed, and more stringent game laws have been enacted. Our Northwestern States should see to It that the pot and market hunters are not allowed to shoot deer a day beyond the time allowed. The cold storage houses of Chicago are to-day filled from top to bottom with the carcasses of deer. The great, tires drove them from their old haunts, and they fell au easy prey to the hunter. The Secretary of Hie Navy asks that he be allowed to construct twelve torpedo boats of from 100 to ,100 tons each, to cost not exceeding an average of $170,000. Tills is not an unreasona ble request. In view of the fact that while the United States, with Its exten sive sea coast, lias but six of these boats. Including the three about to be built, Argentina. Brazil and Chile have twenty-two each, Germany 117, En gland 175, and Prance 214. The value of these boats Is so generally recognized abroad that large numbers of them are being constructed for European navies, Attention Is being called once more In France to the corset question by a petition to the Chamber of Deputies against wearing that garment as in jurious to the health of the female part of the population. The Chamber solemnly received the petition, and passed it In committee. Meantime a Paris journalist has been gathering the opinions of notable women. A great many denounce tho corset. "Gyp" declares it unhealthy and un graceful, and says it turns all figures Into one commonplace mold, spoiling pretty ones, and doing nothing to im prove the ugly ones. Mile, Bartet, of the Comedy-Francalse, simply de clares It a horror. .Tane Hading says that since she has been lu America she Is for a war of independence. When the private life of Prince Bis marck comes to be written it will prob ably be found that he was one of tho great men who have owed much of their greatness to the Influence of their wives. It is always a question of curi ous interest how far the private life of a prominent man enters into his pub lic career, and how much influence it has upon his judgment and capacity. So far as the public sees the two lives are entirely apart, and there are in stances of men who have kept them so, leading. In fact, a kind of dual exist ence. In the overwhelming majority of eases the life and works of the prom inent public personage are influenced either for benefit or for harm by his home. In the ease of Prince Bismarck, who has just lost ills wife, this was no tably so. Almost unknown to the world at large, she was typical of the homely virtues of tlie housewife. Site was the guiding spirit of a household where her husband was guiding the destinies of nations. How far the efforts and the fruits of her work took part in those destinies the world will never know save through inference. But it is a safe proposition that no man, unless lie lie lost to better tilings, is ever entirely un moved by the near and constant pres ence of Influences for good, if His. mnrck. the man, was better because of his sane and wholesome family life. Bismarck, the diplomat, was also bet ter. The old chancellor, who is nov bowed before the deathbed of his wife, is Instinctively paying a tribute not only to her memory but to the mcmor.v of ail women who fulfill their highest destlnv as wives and mothers. EVENING SONG. Oh, I am thinking of tho current of cool water that is swinging, Tho blossoms of the lillfos in tho rill, And tho mocking birds n-singing, ever sing ing, singing, singing, In tho bosket on tho border of tho hill. I am dreaming of my mother's face, tho glory of my childhood. And my father dear, so stalwart and so strong, And tho littlo cabin homo that ho bulldod in tno wildwood, In tho country of fnir woathor and sweet song. Ob, the sky. I feel its wonder, and tho sun, I feel its splendor, And nectar-rich tho waft ndown tho dell, While tho lowing of tho oattlo sounds so far away nnd tender, And tho blooting of tho shoop along tho 1 foil. Long, long tho way and woary that I've wandered from ray mothor And ray father in the lowly cabin homo ; Now I'm going back to soo thorn, and our lips to one anothor Will bebottor than tho hoaoy lu tho comb. Oh, mocking birds! fluto loudor in tho fringes of tho wildwood, I am coming, fast as droam can flow along, Across the lonely desert to tho Eden of my childhood, In the country of fair woathor and swoet song. —Maurice Thompson, in Independent. THE RECTOR OF ORLESIONE t— "]HE rector of Orle | f f -n. Btono sat in his J study gazing into |H* f the tire. Ho was alone; he was al ■P-V/ ways nlono, tor '* though ho loved his sheep, and tended them, they were not Vfafytjr companionable. He had lived alone now Y <r l!\ these many years— how many he sighed to remember. Onco upon a time— -0I1! but before the flood—he had been young and strong and hopeful, and had loved a woman passionately; so passionately that honor nnd his plight ed word had become as nothing to him, and he had broken faith with a gentle girl ho was engaged to marry. And then he had found out that his passion's queen had not tho least in tention of marrying him. As ho looked in the tire this October evening ho remembered so woll how she had told him that on which he had staked his whole life's treasuro could never be. "I must marry a rich man," she had said, "for my poor father's sake," with tears and many kisses she had said it, and he, with kisses and the tears, the heart bleeds in solitude, had believed her. It was many years now sinco ho had loft behind him the world that held her, and had accepted the rectory of Orlestone, with its miserable £l5O a year. And still o' nights, when the curtains were drawn and the wind outside was wild in the laurels and cypresses, when the bare, thorny rose sprays tapped nt the window like bony fingers, he sat by his fire and thought of the woman he had loved, and lovod still. He had her portrait in tho secret drawer of his shabby old writ ing desk—the one that had been his father's. And sometimes he would take out the portrait—the bright girlish face—and look at it, sigh, and yet with a half gladness that the knife was still sharp in tho old wound. Celia Eingwood, the woman who loved him, the woman he should have married, had told him that time would dull the pain. But time had not dulled it, and he was glad. He had given up ambition and friends and dreams, the old life and tho old life's hopes to shut himself up alone with the daily plain duty—and his love memory. And if the memory had failed him, had grown dim, what would have been left of him? Colia Eingwood in her little lonely houso in the market town, thought there might be much. Ho came to see her once a week and talked about the parish. Once he had been used to talk of the other woman ; he did not mean to be cruel; she had taken his confession of unfaithfulness so calmly, and so gently begged to be his friend, that he at once believed she had never cared for him. But such talk was over now. He had not spoken of her now for years. Celia began to think, almost to hope. Then she looked in the glass at her faded face, her pale hair, from which all youth's colors had gono; and she sighed a sigh that was half a shudder, put on her demure bonnet and cloak and went out through the rain to see a child who was ill, becauso that was her only easo for her heartache. Miss Celia Ring wood was washing up tho breakfast things—not, us all geuteol people in stories seem to do, in tho parlor, but in u workmanlike manner in tho back kitchen. She had just hung up tho tea cloth to dry, when her heart stood still, and then begun to beat violently. At thirty eight one's heart can beat just as quickly as it can at eighteen, and much more plainly, if one hears a certain footstep on tho threshold or a certain hand on tho door-knocker. "Good morning, James," she said sedately. "This is an unusual and pleasant surprise." Somo of the light still lingered on her face, but tho rec tor did not observe it; his own thin faco was slightly flushed, und his gray eyes were shining. "May I como in?" he said. "I want to talk to you." She lod him into the little parlor— spotlessly neat. Miss Celia instinc tively turned the blind so that tho sunshine should not fado the carpet, and said: "Well?" "You've always been such a true friend to me." ho said nervously. 4 'l've always told you everything." 4 'Yes," she said, and her heart knew his errand even beforo he spoko. 44 Celia, her husband is dead, and she has taken the Hall at Orlostone." Celia Ringwood held out her hand to him. Tho light went out suddenly in her face, but it left tho kindly mouth and eyes as ho had always seen them, and one who had loved her would havo noticed tho change. "Only last night," he said, ,4 it seemed to me there was nothing loft in life but duty and the blessed faith in tho life to come. But now—oh, Celia! —I feel young again." "Shall you ask her again to marry you?" There was a harsh note in her voice which she herself noted with dismay. But he did not perceive it. "Yes, of course," he said simply. Miss Ringwood bit her lip. "You aro very poor," she said, "and Lady Mountdew is very rich. People will say—she might think—" 44 You don't know Eva Mountdew," he said, proudly. Celia was ashamed of her words be fore ho had answered them. She held his thin hand a moment between her soft palms and looked at him wistfully. "Whatever happens," she said, "I know you will not forget old friends." Her voice trembled a little as she said it. "Dear Oelift," lie answered—and some faint subconscious stirring of remorse made his voice very gentle and tender— "Dear Celia, I am very solfish. You havo been too patient with me; you have spoiled me." She laughed a littlo and took her hands away. 4 'An old maid must have something to spoil," she said. "If it had not been you it would have been a cat or a canary bird. When shall you see her?" "This afternoon. Sho has asked mo to come up to tea. She has let the Ashford people furnish a few rooms and she is camping out, ns she calls it, till the: rest of her furniture comes from London." Thero was a pause. Then he got up suddenly, and began to walk up and down the narrow spaco between the door and the window, with knitted brows and hands clasped behind him. "Well?" said Miss Ringwood. "It isn't that I doubt her con stancy," he said, "but I don't know whother it's fair. I'm old, you see, nnd I havo grown dull. It is rather like offering her the dry husk of— of " "Of what sho threw away fifteen years ago." "You aro unjust," he said. "No, no; I didn't mean it, James. Now you must go. I am very bu3y ; and be sure you come iu and tell mo about it. Yon need not bo afraid bo causo your hair is gray. If she loved you—well, good-by." lie went off down tho street with a new hopefulness in his step. When he was gone Miss ,'Ringwood wont up to her room; sho leaned her elbows on the little white dressing table, among tho prim wool mats and tho little daily text-books, and looked again at herself in the glass. Her eyes were very sad, though no tears stood in them. Presently a smile stirrodthe corners of her mouth, where a dimple still lingered. "After all," she said to herself, "sho is fifteen years older, too.'' Then sho blushed at the two femin ine thoughts, and tho new color in her cheeks became her so that she turned away from the glass in confu sion.* "But ho is just tho sort of man not to care how old any one was if he loved them." Then the pretty color faded quite away, and Miss Ringwood went slowly downstairs to cut out petticoats for the Dorcas meeting that afternoon. For four days Miss Ringwood looked hourly for the rector. He had brought his sorrows to her always; surely he would bring his joy, too. Next morn ing thero was a letter. It was not from him; sho saw that while yet it was iu the postman's hands, for sho had been watching at tho window, and had to run to the door when she saw tho postman cross the road. It was from his housekeeper. "Please forgive the libertv,"itsaid, after decent heading of address, dote and "Honored Madam"—"but master is very bad, and he says 'No doctors.' He has been ailing these three days. If you was to think fit to como over you might persuade him for his good, l'our obedient command, Emma AVell ings." "I'm going out," she criod to her little maid, "at once." The shortest way to the rectory lay through the fields, and Miss Eingwcod took it. She hurried on through the koeu, sweet air, devoured by a burn ing anxiety that consumed all self consciousueß, all personal doubts and dreams. When she saw the blue smoke curling from tho red chimneys of the rectory above tho laurels and cypresses she quickened her paco, stumbling a little now and then on the rough pasture. Tho housekeeper opened tho door. "How is he?" Colin had to clear her throat twice before tho words, would como. "Rut poorly," tho woman answered. "Ho was out up at tho hall Tuesday ; and all day Wednesday walking the wet woods, as I well know by tho stato his boots was in. And then he coughs all night, ho does, and tho next morning ho sends out his break fast, and so it's gono on ; and he won't lot mo send for the doctor—and—well, yes; p'raps it 'ud bo better for you to see him at once." Celia clenched her hands as she went in. Ho did not hear her open tho door. He was sitting gazing into tho lire with his head 011 bis lian-i aud his elbow on his study table. His head was bowed, and Cclia realized for the first time that he was no longer young. He looked, indeed, an old man. She laid her hand on his arm and ho started and looked at her with a look of sudden joy aud tenderness she had never hoped to see. But it faded at once. "Ho did not know who it was; ho thought it was—some ono else," she said to herself, but not bit terly. "You are ill, and you never sent for me. And you never came as you promised," sho said, with only tho gentlest reproach. "I could not," ho spoke hoarsely, and then a fit of coughing took him and he sank back in his chair. "But you are ill," she said. "I must send for a doctor at once." "But ho could do mo no good. What nonsense it is!" ho went on ir ritably. "Who told you I was ill? I'm all right, only very tired." "I'vo brought you some beef tea and things." His brows contracted. "Now, Celia, I will not have it. There is nothing tho matter with 1110." Tho grieved look in her eyes stopped him. "You always trusted me before." "I did—l do—l will! Celia, I wont to see her. It is all over. I have wasted all my lifo on a shadow. Sho never did care, I think. Sho did not even know mo at first. Sho only wanted to see tho parson about her pew, and sent for him as sho sends for anything else sho wants! Sho did not know me at first, and—when she did. 1 lmvo thrown away life, and youth, and hope, and love, everything, every thing, for tho sake of a woman who never was at all, except in my dreams and my fancy. And there is nothing left in life." "Poor James!" sho said. She had taken oil her prim bonnet and seated herself near him. "But all our poor people; you still have them to livo for." "That's what I keep saying to my self, but all the sunshino is gone and it looks such a long way to the end." "But it is better to know the truth," she said, rather lamely. "I don't know; I didn't realize be fore and that is why I couldn't come to you. Oh, Celia, you don't know— I didn't know till just now—all that you've been to mo all these years, ioul but for my own folly and .madness you might have been with me, close at my side all these long, long years, for you did love me once, didn't you, Celia?" Sho was silent. "At least," ho went on hesitatingly, "if you had been my wife you would havo learned to love me." "Learned to love you! Oh, my dear!" Her tono thrilled him to tho soul. Iler head was down 011 the arm of his chair, and his hand very gently and uncertainly touched her smooth, faded hair. "You didn't mean—why, Celia, my dear, my dear!" For her arms wero round his neck, aud her face against his, and for that one good minute the long years of sor row seemed not too heavy a price. "And now," said Miss Ringwood, lifting from his shoulder a face that had grown young and pretty again— "and now perhaps you will take tho beef tea!"— Quiver. The Value ot Minutes. A party of ladies and gentlemen were lately visitiug a large carpet manufactory, and tho manager took them over tho tloors of tho establish ment. On ascending ono of the stair cases they came to a locked door, on which the following inscription was painted : "Strangors not admitted under any circunistaueeß." Tho curiosity of tho ladies was ex cited to a high pitch, aud they in quired almost iu ouo breath: "What ever is to bo seen inside?" "That is ono of our workrooms in which 150 women aro employed in em broidering carpets," answered tho manager. "Ob, bow we should just liko to have a peep at thein!" exclaimed the ladies. "I am very sorry I cannot comply with your wish," said tbe gentleman, with a shrug of his shoulders, "but our rules do not admit of the slightest exception. Truth to say, there is nothing special to bo soon, nor is there any question of trade secrets. The reason that admission is forbid den to strangers is becauso every women naturally looks up, and her attention is distracted from her work for from one to five minutes. Sup posing, now, each woman wastes a couple of minutes in this way, that will make in tbe case of 150 women a loss to tbe firm of 300 minutes, or live hours, and we cannot allow that." Growing Appreciation ol Silence. Even in children—and children arc supposed to enjoy uoiso of the most maddening kind—l can see the grow ing appreciation of silence. A few months ago, when wo escaped for u while from tho din of tho town to the quiet hamlet where I yearly recruit my noise-shattered nerves, my little girl of seven said on our first evening in tho country: "Isn't it nice to listen to tho silence?" Tho advance of tho savago toward civilization is marked by tho abatement of noise. Tho more savago the tribo tho more noise it re quires.—North American Review. The Sample Has All flight. As Burton, tho comedian, was trav eling on a steamboat down tho Hud son, he seated himself at tho table and called for some beefsteak. The waiter furnished him with a small strip of tho urticlo, such as travelors are usually put oft' with. Taking it up on his fork and turning it ovor and ex amining it with one of his peculiar, ser ious looks, tho comedian coolly re marked: "Yes, that's it; bring mo some."—Detroit Froo Tress. ONE TRAIN ROBBER'S WAY. A PASSENGER'S EXPERIENCE WITH EANDIT COOK. The Gang Used Dynamite and Robbed the Passengers Before Tackling the Express Car. JOHN W. SPRINGER, of Dallas, Texas, was one of the passen gers on the train that was robbed by the Cook gang at Wyback, Indian Territory. He is ono of tho proprietor of the Clif ton-Holstein cattle ranch, and ho tolls to a New York Sun representative this story of the way tho Cook gang did its work: "It was a full moonlight 'night, and all tho passengers in tho sleeper seemed asleep, whon of a sudden there was a shriek from tho locomotive. Down brakes was whistled. I looked out and discovered that wo had been side-trackod. The suddenness with which tho train stopped caused us to bump our heads against our berths. Instantly there was a commotion and fusillading on both sides of tho train. Lifting my curtain I looked out, and by tho light of tho moon I saw standing by a tree, about thirty feet from my window, a typical brigand, with a white slouched hat. He had pistols in his belt, daggers in his boot legs, and a rifle in his hands. As he stood in tho shadow of tho tree I saw him raise his rifle and fire it several time. Tho porter began to crawl on tho oarpet. "At that moment a dynamite bomb exploded and blew away one end of the platform of tho express car. A fusillade followed. The passengers now began to discuss tho possibility of resistance, but as the plate-glass windows and mirrors were crashed by bullets, strewing tho floor of the sleeper with debris, we decided that discretion was tho better part of valor. "After discharging three dynamite bombs without being able to bring tho express messengers to torms, the des peradoes announced that if they could not capture the express car they could clean up the passengers. According ly, three knights of the rifle wero de tailed to rob us. They captured a passenger, a green country boy from Indiana, and invited him to carry the sack. Ho demurred, saying, 'l'm afraid I'll bo shot.' He was induced, however, to move on whou Bill Cook, tho boss baudit, cocked his rifle and put it at his head. As the robbers en tered the various coaches aud discov ered the men, women and children dowu on the floor, under the seats, and behind the stoves, they invited every one of them to stand up aud face the music. "A general uprising followed, and bands went in the air. Then the boss robber paid his compliments to all alike, beginning with the first seat. After ho had gone all through the car ho ordered the passengers to turn over all the seats and 'reveal the boodle* they had hidden. In the search that followed two revolvers were found safely tacked away under the cushion. They belonged to two deputy United States marshals who happened to bo on board. Bill Cook drew his gun and wanted to know how those re volvers came there. The men solemnly averred that they never owned revol vers in their lives. "The female passengers were noti fied that they had bettor bo at home attending to 'their babies thau cavort ing up and down the country. Each woman was invited to contribute to the good of the cause, and all handed over their watches, chains, rings, bracelets, pins and money. Silver seemed to predominate in the two bushel sack, which was about half full. "Wo had no idea in the sleeper that wo would be molested, and the porter had taken the precaution to turn out the lights, leaving us in darkness. However, after about an hour's fusillade (the robbers were tiring into the train to keep down the spirits of the passen gers), Bill Cook rapped in a deferen tial manner at the door of the sleeper. Again did ho rap, and failing to re ceive an answer ho hammered on the door with the butt of his gun, and in a voice which seemed to mean busi ness, yelled that if that porterdidn't open up in three seconds ho would blow up the car with dynamite. The porter concluded that it was time the door should be opened. Cook entered, holding in his hand a stick of dynam ite. Ho said: "I'm looking for that little dude conductor. If you don't trot him out in just two seconds I'll kill every mother's son of you in sight." It is unnecessary to say that thero were few, if any, in sight in tho sleoper except Bill Cook, the porter, and tho Hoosier, who carried tho sack. The conductor, however, thought it wise to show himself. "How much stuff havo you got?" Mr. Cook inquired, and the conductor replied: " 'About $lO or $50." " 'Drop her in tho sack,' said Mr. Cook, and the conductor did as he was ordered. "The chief of the brigands then had the conductor inform him as to the number of passengers. Having forced tho conductor and portor to lino up in front of him, he called to tho passen gers to step out and 'sottle with tho Captain.' I happened to bo the first to be invited to come forward. As I crawled out berth by the light of a lantern dimly burning I saw tho muzzle of a rilio pointed at me. It wus held by a man who impressed me as one that would as soon shoot down a man as he would a dog. I asked him what ho wanted, and he roplied: 'Your stuff, and I want it quick.' "I omptied my pocketbook of its silver and bills, amounting to $lO or sls, into tho sack, t had no sooner done ao than I was invitod to go buck to ray borth and 'git that gold -watch out in jist threo minutes.' I lost no time, and though ray watch was hidden, I brought it forward. 1 was about to unloose my diamond locket from ray watch chain, but on the sug gestion of Mr. Cook I let up on it, and turned ovor the balance of my valu ables to the robbers. "The second man robbed was a New York drummer, and thon came an English tourist. As he marched to the front in an abbreviated costume he trembled like a leaf in an Oklahoma cyclone. " 'What will you 'nve?' ho inquired. "Cook looked at him a moment. " 'Pard,' said he, 'if you want to go back to the Johnny Bulls, you'd better divvy up. Put her in that Rack.' " 'W'ero's the sack?'the Englishman inquired. "The sack was in front of him, largo enough for an ox to jump into, but ho seemed to have lost sight of every thing for tho moment. Bill Cook in dicated where the sack was, and the English tourist dropped everything into it, including his tooth brush. "After linishing with the passen gers, Cook lined up tho trainmen and live or six of the passongers and their gave the orders: "Forward, march!" "On they marched, the Hoo9ier with tho sack keeping just in front of the brigand. After tho sack had been turned over to a individual, who seemed to be tho treasurer and general managor of tho band, tho prisoners were drawn up in line in front of tho express car, and Cook then yelled to the messengers on the inside that unless they opened up that car every one of the prisoners would bo shot down. On this informa tion the expressman on tho inside of tho car swung tho door wido open, dropped his gun on Cook, and dis charged four shots at him, which he says undoubtedly took effect, as Cook was seen to roll over and over on tho ground. "At that moment a train was heard coming from Muscogee, which alarmed the brigands, whoimmediatqjy mount ed their horses and lied to tho hills. It took HOIUO time to inspect tho train and get it started, and it took some more time for tho passengers to crawl out of their hiding places. In tho course of tho night, however, confi dence was fully rostorod, and some of tho passengers waxed very warm and were heard to exclaim that if robbers should show their laces aigain they would get a hot reception. There were now somo very bravo raeu, who an hour before looked like dead men. Tho Englishman suffered from dis gust. He said: " 'Gentlemen, doyo know, I cawn't understand this blawsted country. 'Pon mo word, this was tho most un gentlemanly performance I huvoever experienced in my life." ' WISE WORDS. A man's heart has many entrances. Generosity thrives host in poor soil. Money is a slim diet for u hungry ,hoart. Nature christens tho Uowor3 with idrops of dew. Molasses may catch flies, but it won't catch spiders. A fool is a great man who can raise; a tempest in a teapot. No night was over yet so dark that morning did not come. Everything a man likes to do u woman can provo is wicked. Tho crank's methods are naturally more or less revolutionary. Whilo one is studying ho should not forgot to do somo thinking. Envy is ono of tho most oxponsivo exercises ono can indulge in. A'good man finds something pain ful even in tho downfall of his rival. It seems that tho good points of somo people have all boen broken off. Thero is ono thing colder than tho tomb—a room warmed by a grato tire. Tho bettor men and women know each other tho less they say about ideals. Nothing seems very terriblo to a woman if it is committed in the name of love. The messenger boy goes slow bo cause ho is determined not to run out of a job. Honesty has a disposition to swag down in tho middle if too much gold is loaded on it. The longest pole won't knock tho persimmons unless tho right kind of a man has hold of it. The only time a man of experience takes his wife into his confidence is to tell her ho is not making money. There was a time when a man who was hard up tried to hide it, but thero is no such thing as hiding it now. Tho women do not rob birds' nests of eggs, but they use tho birds after they are hatched to ornament their hats. The First Poslago Stamp. Parisian stamp coliectors have been discussing the question whether tho English stamp of 1810, called tho Rowland Hill stamp, is really tho old est in existence, and the conclusion arrived at is opposed to this view. They claim that tho first French stamp dates from nearly two centuries earlier, in 1053. In that year people used to buy at the Palais de Justice, iu Paris, "billets do port paye," or carriage-paid tickets, with which tho carriage of letters for any place within tho capital could bo prepaid. Ono of theso tickets is Haiti to be in the pos session of M. Feuillet do Conches. It was used by Pellisson, the famous Minister and academic.nn, on a letter addressed by him to Mile. Scudery, tho no less famous romance writer.— London News. DO YOU WANT? I)o you want somo roal estate, Or a box of paper collars? Do you lack a chicken coop Or a pocketful of dollare? Make on ad—mako an ad. Do you want a billy goat? Would you sell a houso and lot? Want to rent a lumber yard Or a tea or coffee pot? Mako an ad—mako an a<b ITave you got a horse to trade. Or a stovepipe, or a boll, 4 Or a gold mine, or a store, Or a block of stock to sell? Make an ad—make nn a-1. —Frintors' Ink. HUMOR OF THE DAY. Never try to mako game of a tamo duck. A long head is a great help in pre venting a long faco. Put a beggar on horseback and he'll run into debt.—Puck. Charity covers a multitudo of sins; justice uncovers them. No one has as much money as poo ple imagino.—Atchison Globe. Of all tho sad words to scribbling cranks. Tho saddost are those, "Declined with thanks." —Truth. A word to tho wiso is sufficient—es pecially if they have chips on their shoulders. She—"Do yon believe marriage is a mistake?" He—"No; I am. a bach elor." —Puck. Somo "jokes" nro so utterly bad that, they are actually good.—Now York Tribune. Gushing is excusable in immature girls and oil wells.—Pittsburg Chron icle-Telegraph. Kitty—"Oh, Mr. Flirtly is so ten der, isn't ho?" Judith —"Yes—pre- tendor."—Detroit Free Pross. "Do you think Elsie will take her millionaire for better or worse?" "No; for more or less."—Puck. Never judge a man by the clothc3 ho wears; form your estimato from the clothes his wife wears.—Puck. Tho mau who has attained a high position must not think himself ex empt from the force of gravitation. P Ono of tho sweetest things in neck ties is a truo lovo knot made by tho girl's own hands.—Philadelphia Times. Lifo is real, lifo is earnes*, And tho moments speo l away, In a manner far too rapl l Wiion wo have a note to pay. —Detroit Free l'ress. Tho man with nobody to caro for is quito as badly off as the man with no body to caro for him. —Galveston Nows. When a mau makes a success of any thing, the conceit of other men is so great that they think thoy can do just as well.—Atchison Globe. When man begins to climb too fast With all his heart and soul, Invariably he finds at last He's climbed into a hole. If you could condense tho wisdom of agos into a single short sentence, you couldn't got a young mau to remember it for five minutes after ho starts out in tho world.—Puck. "This shape doesn't socm to bo us becoming as a small bat; do you think so?" Milliner—"Oh, my, yes. You can't see how much of your face it covers up."—Chicago Inter-Ocean. I knocked at tho door of her g.mtle heart, Which I hal so longed to win, And she came in respmso to my timid knock, But she never nsko 1 me in. —Detroit Free Pro3S. Harry—"Do you enjoy tho idea of marrying a man reputed to boas miser ly as your tianco is?" Maud—"Oh, yes! Don't you soo that the dear fol low will bo saving enough for us both!"— Puck. Tho lady was making some remarks about the kind of clothes somo other ladies at church had on. "The finest garment a woman can wear," said her husband, "is tho mantle of churity." "Yes," she snapped' "and it's about y the only one some husbands want their wives to wear." —Detroit Free Press. Why the Girls Giggled. At a place of worship in North Lon don a funny incident occurred on a recent Sunday, A young man who carried a collecting plate after tho ser vice, before starting put his hand in his pocket and placed, as ho supposod, a shilling into tho plate, and thon passed it around among tho congrega tion, which included many young and pretty girls. Tho girls, as they looked on the plate, all seemed astonished and amused, and the young man, tak ing a glauce at tho plate, found that he had put instead of a shilling a con versation lozenger on the plate, with the words, "Will you marry me?" in red letters staring everybody in the face, whilo ono of tho congregation had capped it by a second lozenger, on which was priuted, "Name tho day."—London Weekly Telegraph. * Big Hive Full ol Honey. Mrs. John Welsh, of tho town of Suamico, Wis., has obtained between 400 and 500 pounds of honey in a sin gular manner. Her boy, Philip, whilo in the woods, observed the mark of claws upon a dead tree, and, think ing to tiud a wildcat, cut it down. It proved to be a bee tree, and fifteen or sixteen feet of its length was filled with honey. The tree was about threo feet in diameter, and tho shell was only about threo inches thick. Tho comb was not broken, but was iu fivo sections, each tho length of fif teen or sixteen feet. The good lady procured a washtub full of chilled bees and several tubs of honey. The* boy is still after the animal with claws that was feeding upon tho honey.— Milwuukoc (Wis,) J our mil.
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