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Sufficient time has now elapsed since
tho scandalous disclosures of the dis
honesty connected with the Panama
canal project for the world at large to
give to M. de Lcsseps the credit that
Is due to him as a great engineer and
a man of gnius. It is not to be doubted
that if the enormous funds which were
raised for tins great work had been
honestly administered the isthmus
would long ago have been pierced and
the two oeans joined. The later cloud
011 the fame of De Lesseps should not
blind tiie world to liis great talents,
which were amply demonstrated by
tho splendid success of the Suez Canal.
In the ease of the Panama project the
difficulties to be overcome were much
greater, and so the talented engineer
fell into the hands of unscrupulous
speculators whose dishonesty neces
sarily reilected 011 his own integrity.
Derby, Conn., lias a most inconsider
ate ghost. It went calling the other
night and made all sorts of trouble.
Among other things It waked up John
Connors and told him that his aunt was
dying and wanted to see him. Then
It hustled him six miles through the
snow, clad only in his night, robe. From
the standpoint of the ghost this may
have been all right, but it is not re
garded as a proper proceeding by oth
ers. No ghost of standing in the com
munity would call for a man under
such circumstances without providing
him with furs and good warm boots.
It is an imposition to do anything else,
and it may as well be understood now
that any man Is Justified in refusing
to stroll out with an unknown ghost
that does not display a little considera
tion. Should one call it Is perfectly
proper to tell it to get some clothes and
a carriage.
Nearly every winter a great insane
asylum burns, usually with loss of life.
The destruction of the institution at
Anna brings home to the people of Illi
nois with much force the fact that no
matter how much money may he ex
pended or how many employes may be
in service there Is no reasonable hope
that their great public buildings will
escape the fate which, through univer
sal blundering and incompetency,
seems to be reserved for all of them.
There must be criminal carelessness
In the construction and safeguarding
of these institutions or their destruc
tion would not be so general and so
frequent. The Illinois Assembly
6hould make a searching inquiry as to
the responsibility for the Anna fire.
Somebody is to blame for it and for the
Inadequate means for resisting its pro
gress, and It would have a very whole
some effect if an example could bo
made of him.
The Japanese are vicious little boasts
and tlieir civilization is a gloss, but
some one of them must have brains. It
would be exceedingly interesting to
know Just who the Japanese Moltko is.
Troops do not load themselves; forts
with Krupp guns need taking. The
care of troops with tho temperature 20
degrees above zero requires sense.
Who is the little brown savage back of
all tills good lighting? It is probably
uot tho champagne-drinking Mikado.
It cannot be one of the older Japs—one
of those who used a short time ago to
wear a Vnntine sword and a Liberty
blouse. It must be some new-style
Japanese, some young man with a mod
ern education. That young man is
worth watching, (if course It is quite
probable that lie Is not a Jap at all, but
some wise, spectacled German, hand
ling the Mikado's little lighting brown
ies like chessmen. A Japanese Moltko,
with little black tufts of whiskers,
would be attractive.
Bulgaria lias furnished the world
wllh numerous sensations for ten years
past, but none was so dramatic as that
reported from the sobranje or national
assembly at the capital, Sofia, where
ministers, opposition leaders and mem
bers engage in mutual execration and
some (lotirlsh of arms. The incident
was sufficiently startling to justilly be
lief that Itusslan intrigue is at worlt
again to involve Turkey, to which Uul
garia Is tributary, with the Berlin trea
ty signatories. There is a strong Rus
sian party in the country, sustained
by the sympathy of the most intelli
gent portion of the Bulgars, while the
Turks are but a fifth of the population
More than two-thirds of the people be
long to the orthodox Greek church. An
amnesty agreed to by the sobranje In
dlcates that Russian political conspira
tors, who are to bo benefited by it for
the most part, will be free henceforth to
ply their trade, which is carried on in
Bulgaria and Roumelia with an un
scrupulousness equal to anything ut
Constantinople.
A WHOLE bushel of notions don't
weigh half as much as one little stub
bo. n fact. „
THE LITTLE VALENTINE.
Though 'lis faded now and yollow
With tho du3t of many years,
And its versos float before mo
111 tho mists of unshod toais,
tot of all tho tender trunsuros
That around my hoart entwine,
Tliero is none I lovo so foully
As this little vulentino.
For around it cling and cluster
Mem'ries of the long ago ;
Of the sunny dnys of childhoo 1,
And tho joys I used to know ;
Cherished dreams and youthful fancies,
That in those old days wcro mine
flowr, libo tho breath of roses,
i Bound this little valentine.
And like shadows flitting soflly,
Loving faces come and go—
Faces that have long been sleeping
'Neath tho blossoms and tho snow;
Aud dear hands, that long have vanished,
Onco again I clasp in mine,
As I gaz i in lovo and reverence
On this little valentine.
Voiois sweet that death has silouced,
Whisper to mo words of lovo,
Like tho sound of angel music
Floating downward from abovo:
Till at last, the echoes dying
In the depths of mom'ry's shrino,
( am left ia silence gazing
On my little valentine.
So, although 'tis dim and faded
With tho dust of many years,
And its vcrso3 float bofore mo
In tho mists of uushod teais ;
Vet of all the tender treasures,
That arouud my heart entwiuo,
Thoro is nono I lovo so fondly
As this Uttlo valentia n .
—Julia T. Itiordan.
A VALENTINE ROMANCE,
BY J. X.. HARBOUR.
I)) f. '£> just like to
*V V ' inow wU° in the
*"* UO
ever Bent mo that
thing! I just
would liko to
know!"
Jiffiiniu/JLuciuda Dyke
&$ W V sat in ber big
wooden rocking-chair, with her bon
net and shawl still on, although sho
was one of tho most methodical of
spinsters anil tnailo it a rulo to put
her gloves, bonnet and shawl away,
neatly anil carefully, the moment she
entered her house. But on this oc
casion sho had sunk hastily into tho
rocking-chair with even her gloves
on.
She had beeu to tho village post
office, and, to her unspeakable amazo
ment, had received a valentine.
Sko had not even remembered that
it was St. Valentino's Day until she
had passed ono of Die village shop
windows, hanging full of valentines,
and elio had said to herself when she
suw them:
* 'Dear mo! I thought that silly and
rcdikilous custom of sending valen
tines had about died out. Bucli non
sense as it is 1 But I guess only chil
dren and fools do it."
Fivo minutes later, Mr. Moses Moss,
tho villago postmaster, handed Miss
Dyke a square, highly embossed white
envelope through tho littlo postoffico
window.
"I guess somebody's sent you a val
entine, Miss 'Cindy," ho said.
"I don't think anybody's been so
Billy," sho replied, a little tartly.
Bho was rarely given to joking,mnd
sho always resented jokes having even
remote reference to affairs of tho
heart. Sho acknowledged herself to
bo "touchy" on this point, and sho
felt offonded when sho knew that it
was really a Valentino that sho held in
her hands.
She dropped it quickly into tho
black-cloth baud-bag sho carried, her
faoe flushing crimson with indigna
tion. She was so disconcerted by re
ceiving tho valentine that sho forgot
to ask for tho postage stamps and en
velopes sho had come to the office for,
but marched out very primly and
stiffly, giving tho door of the post
office a sharp little bang bohiud her.
Sho felt quite sure that Moses Moss
was watching her through the one lit
tle front window of the postoffice, and
sho hold her head very high and
swung her black alpaca skirt 3 scorn
fully us sho walked away.
"I wish to tho laud I'd torn tho
thing iuto a thousand pieoes right be
fore him !" she said, as sho turned tho
corner. "He likely knows who sent
it, as he's the postmaster and familiar
with ev'rybody's writia*. An' Moeo
is such an old gossip he'd be sure to
toll tho person who sont it if ho'dscen
mo tear it up. Wish I had. *
Her brown oyos woro none the less
beautiful becauso of tho angry sparklo
in them, and tho flush of crimson on
eithor cheek wa3 veiy booomiug to
Miss Lucindu.
Sho found her scissors, tho moment
sho entered her house, and cut off an
end of tho cuvelopo with a snap.
Then she drew out a dainty little cro
ation in pink and blue and gold on a
foundation of white, satiny paper,
with an edgo of paper lace. Sho held
it out at arms' length, in lior gloved
hands. Her eyes fairlyglittered now,
and tho crimson flush on her cheoks
deepened.
"Whoever sent mo that thing is a
fool 1" she said.
Then sho held tho Valentino a littlo
nearer, and said, scornfully:
"Ilnmphl Hearts with arrors rnn
through 'em, an' nasty little Cnpids
an' weddiu'-bells—tho idea of it I It's
a perfect in-snltl When a woman
gets to bo forty-threo years old, as I
am, tho less she thinks of Cupids au'
weddin'-bclls an' such nonsesnso, tho
better off she is. I've a good miud to
put tho thing into tho fire, and—
what's this? Poetry, as I'm a sinner 1"
The Valentino had suddenly openod
in her hands, and, in gilt letters, with
a gold heart above and below it, was
this verso:
•'01), lonely, lonely 19 my heart,
So lonely, lpve, for thee,
I'm happluut when I'm whero thou art,
Oh, wilt thou como to me?
Oh, wilt thou come to me for aye,
Anil bo forever mine,
To gladden all the future years?
Say : 1 Yt s!' Say : 'Yes 1 My valentine."
"Mercies 1" cried Miss Dyke, as she
let the valentinefnll into lier lap, while
her arms fell limply to her sides and
she almost gasped for breath. Pres
ently she said slowly, nodding her
bonneted head to and fro: "I—just
—wonder —who did send mo
that—silly—thing? Some mischiev
ous school-boy, likely. But, no; liii'd
seat me one o' them nasty comics with
a picture of an old maid on it with a
noso a yard long and a sassy verse
printed on it. X never saw that writ
ing before, that I know of."
She took up the envelopo and scru
tinized tho address carefully.
"No," sho said, "I never saw that
writing before. Now, if I knew who
sent mo that thing, I'd send it right
back with a note, telling 'em just
what I thought of 'cm. I vow I
would!"
Sho put tlio Valentino back into the
onvolopo and gavo it a spiteful little
toss over to a small stand near her.
Then sho rose briskly, took oiF her
bonnet and shawl, exchanged her black
alpaca for a gray mohair house-dress
and a crisp white apron with wide
crocheted laco on it, and sat down by
the little stand with a piece of half
finished sewing in her hands.
Tho Valentino fell to tho floor at her
feet, when sho took up her sowing.
Sho let it Jay whero it had fallen for
several minutos, whilo sho stitchod
away in silence, drawing tho thread
through tho cloth with quick, short
jerks. Suddenly aho stooped and
picked up tho vulentino.
"llow did that silly verso go?" sho
said, as Bhe drew tho valcntino from
its envelope. "Such stulT as it is
anyhow 1"
She read it again and again, heed
less of tho fact tbat the cat was snarl
ing up dreadfully tho contents of her
workbasket.
"1 know what I'm going to do,"
she said, suddenly. "I'm going back
to the post office and make Moses Moss
tell me whose handwritin* that is on
the envelope. He'll know, and he'll
tell mo, too. Moso always was a good
natured fellow, and he'll tell mo if ho
knows. I've just tlio faintest s'picion
that old Jasper lloyt may havo sent
mo this. They say he's half cracked
to marry again, and his first wife not
six mouths in her grave. La! I want
it fiyiug buck to him with as sassy a
letter as ever ho got, if I find Jasper
Hoyt did send it.
"Or it may bo that it came from
Silas Lawson. Some think ho wants
to marry 'cause he's painted and fixed
up his place so, and got himself somo
decent duds. He'll never marry me.
It may have come from Jadson Sparks,
and there aiu't no ono I'd sooner scud
it dying back to than him. Ho
worried his drst wifo into her grave,
and he'd never get the chance to worry
mo there, not if he'd get down on his
bended knees and begged mo to havo
liirn. John Glecson may have sent it
for—but I'll just go and dud out of
tho postmaster who did send it. I'm
just curious to know."
Bat tliero was something moro than
merecuriosity in Miss Lucinda's lonely
heart as she walked back to tho post
office. Not for the world would she
havo admitted it even to herself, but
there was a feoling of pleasure as well
as of curiosity in her breast now. She
could not dismiss tho doggerel lines
of that verse from her mind!
'"3 ay: "Yis!" Bry: "Yes!" My Valen
tine,'"
she ropoatod, reproaching and scorn
ing herself for her weakness in doing
so, and saying stoutly to herself:
"Tho man don't livo that I'd say;
'Yes' to ; no, he don't. What a big
goose 1 am anyhow."
She reached the postoffico. Tho
postmaster was alone in tho neatly
kept little room.
He was a short, stout, kindly-look
ing man of almost fifty years. Ho had
childish-bluo eyes and a round, honest
face, a littlo inclined toward effemin
acy in some of its outlines.
The softnees and sweetness of his
voice were surprising when ouelookcd
at his swelling ohest and broad shoul
ders. Everybody knew und every
body liked Moses Moss.
Luciuda Dyke had known him all
of her life, and sho had never cullod
him anything but "Moses" or "Mosc."
Now she said quickly, eager to do her
errand boforo any one came in :
"Sco here, Moses, I want to ask a
favor of you."
"All right, 'Cindy. Ask away."
"You know that some groat goose
had no more sense than to sond mo a
Valentino?"
Moses's smooth, round cheeks crim
soned.
"I know you got one a while ago,"
ho said.
"Think of it! Tho idea! Well,
now Mosss, I want yon to tell mo
whoso Uundwritiu' that is."
She laid tho cnvolopo beforo him.
Ho looked at it and then at her, the
womauish blush doepeuiug in his
cheeks.
"You know, don't you?" asked Miss
Lnoinda. "I felt euro yon would,
you being postmaster and seoiug ev'ry
boily's handwriting so much. You
know that, don't you?"
"What you want to know for,
'Cindy?"
"Well, becauso I do," slio said,
quite sharply. "If it come from tho
person I s'poct it come from, he'll got
it hack in short order."
"Whom do you suspect, 'Cindy?"
"I uin't going to say."
"It may be ag'in tho Oov'mcnt
Postolfieo laws for me to tell without
a written order from tho l'ostoffico
Gen'ral."
"Stuff, Moses! Moses, how's ho go
ing to kuow anything about it? Aud,
do you s'poso the Postofilco Gon'rnl
and the President- aud his Cabinet is
going to hang you if you should hap
pen to tell an old maid who sent her a
silly valontine? You know bettor than
thnt! Did Jas Hoyt sond it?"
"No, he didn't."
"It ain't Bile Lawson's handwrit
ing?"
"No."
"Nor Judson Sparks's?"
"No, 'Cindy."
"Did John Gleoson send it?"
"It ain't his writing."
"Well, who in creation did send it?"
"You'll get mad if I tell you."
"Well, 1 won't get mad at you, any
how, Moses."
"Sure not, 'Cindy?"
Ho was leaning over a little countor,
now looking up into her fnco with an
oagor, pleading, searching look.
"You suro not, 'Cindy?" ho askod
again.
"No, of course not," sho said.
"Why should I? I—l—why, Moses
Moss!"
Sho stopped back with a wild, fright
ened look. Something in his face and
manner startled her.
"'Cindy," he said.
"Why, I—weli?"
"I sent it, 'Cindy."
"Good Lor'l MosoMoss!"
"I did, 'Cindy. I— Wait a mo
ment, 'Cindy!"
Sho would havo fled from the post
office, but ho readied across the
counter and caught both her hands in
his, saying eagerly:
"I did, 'Cindy ! I did! I sent it."
"Lot mo go, Moses Moss!"
"You won't send it back, 'Cindy?"
"I—l—why, Moses Moss!"
"You won't—dear?"
"Oh, meroy!"
"Say you won't."
"Well, I—l—won't -there."
"Oh, 'Cindy, I've wanted for months
and months to eay what that poetry
verGe said, but I ain't dared to say it
myself. I am lonely, and you must
bo, too, 'Cindy. You'll say 'yes' to
that verso, won't you, 'Cindy?"
"I—l—riot mo think. Oh, there
comes old Mrs. Duke into tho office.
Let go my hands. She'll tell it all
over town beforo sunset, if sho saw
you holding my hands. I must go. I
must go."
She jerked her hands away; and
Moses called out after her :
"If it's 'yes,' 'Cindy, when I go by
to supper, you be settin' by your
front winder, with that red ribbon bow
in your hair, that you had on to tho
church social last night. Please,
'Cindy."
She made no reply, but hurried out
with crimson cheeks and shining eyes.
At five o'clock that evening Mi'bh
Dyke's nearest neighbor, Mrs. Trice,
came homo from a walk to tho village
store und said to her daughter, Martha:
"'Cindy Dyke seems mightv happy
to-night. Sho was screeehin' out a
silly lovo song when I came by her
houso a minute ago, and she came to
tho door as I passed, and sho had on
her brown silk dress and best white
apron and a red ribbon bow in her
hair."
"Maybe somebody sent her a valon
tine," said Murtha, with a little titter
ing luugh, never dreaming that s'ue
hud guessed aright.—New York Led
ger.
A Crew or Deaf Jliitc.s.
Tho schooner Mary and 80110 is
probably the only vessel in tho world
that is manned by a crew thnt is deaf
and dumb. Tho schooner is not a
largo vessel by any moans, being
about toveuty feet long, but sho is n
neat-looking craft and her decks, spar
and rigging look in much better con
dition than those of many other ves
sels whoso crews can speak the lan
guage to tho Queen's taste, says tho
Providence (R. I.) Journal. The cip
tain of this craft, Georgo Bcnuett, is a
most intolligeut-lookiug man, ap
parently fifty years old. Ho is olive
to nil that is going on around him aud
seems to enjoy his silent aud Bpeeeh!e33
life.
Tho "crew," Charlio Malone, is also
deaf und dumb. These two deaf aud
dumb men manage the stanch schooner
Mary and Belle admirably. Thoy aro
always on tho lookout and sleep with
ono evo open, as good sailors always
should. When they are caught in
heavy squalls tho Captain < annot
shriek out his commauds, but simply
attracts his man's attention by a
whistle and then tells him what he
wants by signs, while he sticks to tho
wheel.
The First Methodist Church,
Tho 123 th anniversary of tho Meth
odist Church in America has rtceutlv
been celebrated. Tho first Methodist
ohurch in this country was organized
in a sail loft at 120 William street,
New York. When tho congregation
had outgrown its quarters tho edifice
in Johu street was built. lu 18IS,
wliou thu church was erected, there
wero 40!) members of that denomina
tion in America; now there aro more
than 5,000,000. Homo of the old relics
owned by the present congregation are
the original pulpit chair, tho altai
railing of the William street chareh,
tho subscription book, which contains
tho sums given by tho charter mem
bers and entered in their own baud
writing, and other interesting articles.
—New Qrloaus Picayune.
Dr. Loskwoati's Curious Experiment,
A curious series of experiments on
thu hereditary transmission of mutila
tions has boon made by Dr. C. G.
Loc'awood. By tho in-atrd-in brood
ing of whito mico for ninety-six gene
rations ho obtained u larger aud liuor
animal than tho original pair. In or
der to breed their tails off, ho selected
a pair, and, putting thorn in a cage by
themselves and clipping their tails, ho
got n breed of tailless mico in tho
seventh generation. Thon, by taking
one with a tail and ono without a tail,
aud alternating the soxos in each gen
eration, ha finally again got a brood
of all-tail mice.—New York Adver
tiser.
THE -BLOODTHIRSTY SERL
THE MOST INTERESTING TRIBE ON
THE CONTINENT.
Tlicy Kill a IV hi to Man on Sight—So
Fleet-Footed That They Outrun
Deer and Rabbits.
I yHE killing of two Americans
I I by tho Seri Indians of Honors
I last spring has given ocoasion
6 for recent diplomatic corre
spondence between tho Unitpd States
and Mexico. It will be remembered
that the victims belonged to an ex
ploring expedition keadod by a news
paper man named Robinson. The
latter and ono of his throe companions
wero murdered. Tho deed had no
other motive than pure fiendishnees.
Small as is tho tribe of tho Seris—they
number only about 250 eouls—these
savages aro tho most bloodthirsty in
North America. For a long timo thoy
have terrorized Sonora, but the Mexi
can Government scorns powerless to
control them.
Tho tribo was visited recently by an
expedition from the bureau ofEthnol
ogy, which haß just returned to Wash
ington with somo very interesting in
formation. Professor W. J. McGee,
who led tho party, 6aid :
"It is understood that tho Seris are
cannibals—at all events, that they eat
every wliito man they can slay. They
aro cruel and treacherous beyond de
scription. Toward tho whito man
their attitudo is exactly tho sarno as
thnt of tho whito man toward a rattle
snako—they kill him as a matter of
ooursc, unless restrained by fear.
Never do they fight in open warfaro,
but always lie in ambush. Thoy are
copper-colorcd Ishmuolites. It is their
custom to murder everybody, white,
rod or Mexican (I employ tho terms
commonly used in thul country) who
ventures to enter tho territory thoy
call their own.
"In many respects tho Seris are tho
most interesting tribo of savages in
North America. They aro decidedly
moro primitivo in their ways than
other Indians, having soarcely any
arts worth mentioning. In fact, thoy
have not yet advanced as for as tho
stono ugo. Tho only stone implement
in common uso among them is a rude
hammer of that material, which they
employ for beating clay to mako a
fragilo and peculiar kind of pottery.
When ono of tho squaws wishes to
mako a meal of mesquite beans she has
no utensils for tho purpose. She looks
about until sho finds a rock with an
upper surface conveniently hollow,
nud on this sho places tho beans,
pounding them with un ordinary
stone.
"Tho Seris live on tho Island of Ti
buron, in thoGulfof Oalilornia. They
also cluim 5001) squaro miles of tho
mainland in Sonora. Their dwellings
aro tho rudest imaginable. A chauco
rock commonly serves for one wall of
tho habitation ; stones aro piled up so
as to mako a small inolosnre, and tho
shell of a oiuglo great turtlo does for
a roof. Tho houso is always open on
ono side and is not intended as a shel
ter from storms, but chiefly to keep
off tho tun. Tho men and women
wear a singlo garment, liko a petti
coat, made of pelican Bkin. Not far
from Triburon, which is about thirty
miles long by fifteen miles wide, there
is a smaller island where pelicans
roost in vast numbers. Tho Boris go
at night, and with sticks knock over
as many of tho birds as they require.
"Physicully speaking, the Seris aro
most remarkable. They are of great
stature, tho men nvcraging nearly six
feet in height, with splendid chests,
but tho most noticeable point about
tliom is their legs, which are very slen
der and siuowy, resombliug tho logs
of tho deer. Since tho first coming
of tho Spaniards they have been
known to other tribes as tho runners.
It is said that they can run from 150
to 200 milos a day, not pausing for
rest. I supposo you nro uwuro that
tho jack rabbit is considered a very
ilect animal. Yet theso kndians aro
accustomed to catch jack rabbits by
outrunning them.
"For this purpose thrco mou or
boys go together. If tho rabbit ran
straight away from its pursuer, it
could not bo taken ; but its instinct is
to make its flight by zig-zags. Tho
hunters arrango themselves at short
distancos apart. As quickly as one of
them starts a rabbit, a second Indian
runs as fast as he can along a line
parallel with tho course taken by the
animal, Presently tho rabbit sees tho
second Indian and dashes off at a tan
gent. by this timo tho third hunter
has oomo up and gives tho quarry an
other turn. After tho third or fourth
zigzag tho rabbit is surrounded, and
tho hunters quickly closo in upon him
und grab him.
"It is an odd fact that this method
of catohing jack-rabbits is precisely
tho samo as thnt adopted by coyotes,
which work similarly by threes, by
this strategy theso wild dogs capture
tho rabbits, though tho lutter are more
fleet by far. I beliovo that no other
human boings approach tho Seris in
celerity of movemont. A favorite
sport of tho boys is lassoing dogs.
Mongrel curs are tho only animals
domesticated by thoso wild peoplo.
For omusomont's suko tho boys tako
their dogs to a clear place and drivo
tliom in all directions. Then they
capture tho frightonod animals by
running nud throwing lassos, which
are mado out of human hair. They
bavo no difficulty in overtaking tho
doge.
"No other poofSlo in North Amer
ica havo so few conooptions of civiliz
tion us tho Seris. Thoy have abso
lutely no agriculture. As well as I
could ascertain, thoy nover put a seod
into the ground or cultivate a plant.
They live almost wholly on fish, water
fowl and such game as they kill on tho
mainland. Tho gnme includes large
deer, like our bluoktails, an exquisite
ly graceful species of dwurf deer.
about tho size of a three-months' fawn,
peccaries, wild turkeys, prnirio dogs,
rabbits and quail. They tako very
largo green turtles in the Gulf of Cal
ifornia. Mesquito beans they eat
both cooked and raw. The mesquito
is a small, spreading tree, that bears
seods in pods^-
"These Indians r.ro fond of car
rion. It makes no difference to thorn
whether a horse has diod a natural
death a week or a month ago, they de
vour tho llesh greedily. The feet of
the animal they boil until tboso parts
are tender enough to bite. The Heria
are among tho very dirtiest of sav
ages. Their habits in all respects aro
filthy. Thoy seem to havo almost no
amnsements, though tho children play
with very rude dolls. Before tho
whites came they used pieces of shell
for cutting instruments. I ought not
to forget to say that they aro aoeus
tumod to catch deer by running and
surrounding tho animals. No tradi
tions worth mentioning appear to ex
ist among them. Tho most interest
ing ornament I saw worn by any of
them was a neoklaco of human hair,
adornod with tho rattles of rattlc
snakos. —Washington Star.
WISE WORDS.
Nino out of ten pcoplo yon talk
with havo some sort of a tale of woe to
tell.
Tho best sweets, liko tho greatest
joys, should bo sipped, not gulped
down.
Fame is cheap in a small town ; it is
so easy to got your name in tho news
paper.
If yon havo a good thing stick to it
until yon aro eertaiu of something
superior.'
Tho public'will always suspoot any
institution that is a particle averse to
investigation.
Thero aro few specohes and few
books that would not bo improved by
judicious prnniug.
So many wicked spiders down town
aro regardod as innocent fiios by their
women folks at homo.
No woman should ever worry ovor
tho loss of a man who hadn't the
courage to ask for her.
A woman's idea of a perfoetly awful
thing is to have a visitor call whilo
she is washing her hair.
A lio is often told without saying a
a word, by putting the rotten applos
in tho bottom of the basket.
If you don't want to subsist upon
bitter husks of retrospoctiou, don't
buck up against a put-up job.
Men who imagine that they oro
thoroughbreds, discover finally that
they are only plain work animais.
Some women talk of owing other
women a cull in tho same way that
men say they owo somo ouo elso a
grudge.
A grent many peoplo do not learn
until thoy aro forty-livo or fifty that it
is dangerous to become confidential
with people. *
It must bo very discouraging to a
man to bo very gallant to bis wife iu
publio, and havo hor look as if sho
wasn't used to it.
Never undertake to satisfy all of
tho whims of your neighborhood,
rather satisfy yourself that you aro
doing right by not meddling; theu
you will havo mora friends.—Tho
Great West.
A Wise Bog.
Coming downtown on a Linooln
avouuo grip oar tho other morning
was a man who had tnnght something
like wisdom to a dog. The animal is
a fine specimen of tho greyhound
breed and ho knows when ho is tired.
Ho always aeoompanies his master to
tho store, iu tho region of Division
street, and ho rides most of tho way
on tho grip car. lie gallops along
side for a while, looking up occasion
ally nt his master, and making re
marks with his eyes about tho scenery
and passing teams and whatever else
may occur to umuso him. And when
he gets tired lie runs a littlo olosor to
tho grip car and leaps up on tho foot
board whero tbo conductor runs nlong
when he blows th 3 whistle in your ear.
Ho stands thcro steadily on his four
feet—tho dog; not tho conductor,
pantiug slightly, and exposing a por
tion of a moist red tongue. Aud,
when he thiuks ho has ridden as far as
his weariness renders ncoessnry, ho
leaps to tho ground, not waiting for
the car to stop, catches his feet all
right, and goes on with tho merriest
possible lope.
Ho is a familiar figure, and his pref
erence for riding übovo walking has
won him many mlmirors. Chicago
Herald.
To Sco Your Own Eye.
"Did you ever 800 your own oyo?"
asked an unscientific person. "It is
a very simplo matter. Tho most sat
isfactory viow isobtoiuel hyshnttiug,
say, tho left eye, and pressiug geutly
upon tho right side of the right eyo.
You will thou soe, apparently at tho
right Bide of tho nose, a round dark
object about tbo sizo of tho apple of
tho eye. That is what I take it to be,
aud I suppose tho retina is mado iu
some way to rcllect tho outer portion
of tho oyo, though tho pheuomena
may bo only an optical illusion."—
Now York Sun.
A lioiig-Helayol Letter.
I. J. ltolfe rocoived a letter a few
days ago whioh was dated Jauuary
11th, 1878. It was written nt San
Juan nnd was of importance, nnd re
quested an immodiato auswer. In
somo mauuer it wn3 mislaid, aud it
has lain all thoso years hidden iu soma
rocess of tho furuituro in the post
office. In moving tho furniture Mon
day it dropped out and was delivered
to Mr. Rolfo. Tho letter was writteu
by O. B. Swan, who was at tho tiuio
postmaster at San Juan.—Nevada City
(Nov.) Herald.
HE A. FIT-CO IN.
Onodayl gavo my herfrt's best dowor
To ono whoso tears were flowing,
My sympathy In that dark hour
Her poor, griovod heart was knowing.
To mo sho gavo a rose, to-day,
From out hor lovo nnd sorrow)
'Tls over thus along Ufa's way,
We tend, or elso wo borrow.
Did we remember "lovo or halo
The like to us will reader,"
Maybo,sometimes, b'iforo too late,
Our words would bo more tender!
—Margaret May, iu Now York Observer.
IIUMOR OF TIIE HAY,
A man who is crooked usually fol
lows his own bent,
You can usually tell an ass by his
lack of horse-sense,—Pack.
Miss Elderly—"l fainted last night."
Maude—"Who proposed ?"—Life!
A man would be surprisedif ho were
what a woman thiuks ho is Detroit
Free Press.
She —"And what would yon bo now
if it weren't for my money?" Ho—
"A bachelor."—Pall Mall Budget.
Elsie—"She says sho is twenty
two." Ethel—"Then she must have
deducted her time allowance."—Puck.
Let a play house he built
Which no others may use
Than the girls with big hats
And tho men with big shoes.
—Wushlugton Star.
Ho—"Darling, will yon lovo mo
when Pm gono?" Sho —"Yes, if you
aro not toe far gone."—Loudon Xid-
Bits.
Miss Olds—"Yes; ho said yesterday
that to him my face was like a hook."
Miss Frend - "As plain us that?"—
Puck.
Tho first setback in many a man's
lifo oocurrod ut school when ho was
setback among tho girls.—Rockland
(Mo.) Tribune.
"But what earthly nso is it to dis
cover tho North Pole? I cau't soe."
"It will save future expeditious.
Harper's Bazar.
"How can thcro be such a thing as
a whole day, you kuow," mused
Fweddy, "wheu it bweaks evewy
mawniug?"—Chicago Tribuuo.
"You'll please look over this small bill,"
Exclaimed tho duu. Too dobtor took it j
And then said ho. with weary smile,
"I'd rather overlook it."
—Philadelphia Record.
Pertly—"There is ono thing I have
to say in favor of tho wiud when it
whistles." Dutlheal—"What's that?"
Pertly—"lt never whistles popular
airs."—Harper's Bazar.
No matter bow good tho deacon is,
ho will always look wise and pleased
if anybody suggests thit ho wits a
pretty lively young fcllo.v whon ho
was a boy.—Somcrvillo Journal.
"I thought you told mo that Miss
Brown had spent a great deal of money
on her voioe?" "Well, so I did."
"But she can't sing." "Well, I didn't
say that sho could, did I?" Truth.
Littlo Rich Girl—"Don't you wish
you had a pair of lovely red gloves
like me?" Littlo Poor Girl—"Don't
you wish you had a pair of lovely red
hands, like mc?"—South Boston News.
Bronson—"Have tho detectives
found out anything about that burg
lary yet?" Jobnsou—"Yes; thoy'vo
come to tho conclusion that tbo mo
tive for thu crime was money."—Bos
ton Herald.
There is a woman in Georgia woigh
iug 000 pounds who makes mounshiiio
whisky. Hasn't a woman who weighs
600 pounds got trouble enough of her
own without makiug it for other
people?—Rockland (Me.) Tribune.
Sho (at tho dinnor) —"I think our
hostess is the most perfect la ly I ever
saw." Ho—"Yes, but I notice that
sho made ono break early iu thu own
ing." Sho —"Sho always does that.
It puts her guests more ut their oaso."
New York Herald.
ltambliug Raggsv—"Will yur ploasa
give mo a dime, sir, to get sumthiu'
to eat?" Citizen-—"What can you get
for a dime?" R. R. —"I kin get a
plate of hash for a nickel, sir." C.—
"What do you want with thu other livo A
cents?" R. R. "That-, sir, iB fur a tip
fur tho waiter."—New Yurie Press.
Sir George—"Look here, -John ! My
lady complains that when you soe her
iu tho street you never salute hor.
What do you moan by it?" John—
"Boggin' your pardin, Sir Goorgo, hut
in a book on ettykotty w'uiuh I pos
sess it is set down that tho lady ought
to bow first." —Household Words.
Tho neighbor who borrows your
wboelbarrow and rake aud sprinkling
hoso and lawn-mower and ouo thing
uud another in tho summer never
comes to borrow your snow shovel ill
the wintor. And when ho shovels oJ
his own walk it is touching to note
with what oxactuesi ho works up to
tho lino where your lots divide, with
out infringing tho smallest fraction of
an inch upon the snow that lies oil your
part of tho sidewalk. —Ruoklaud (Me.)
Tribuno.
The Toal's Queer Way.
Paternal affection is not perhaps tho '
precise emotiou that we should bo dis
posed to look for in the cold-blooded
'tog. But the Suriuam toad—of which
no fewer than ten specimens have just
arrived at tho Zoo -appear to exhibit
this praiseworthy attitude of mind to
ward his numerous progeny. Wheu
his mutu lays her eggs the solicitous
futher places them carefully upon her
back, where iu duo tiuio their pros
enco eousesau irritation Hi it produces
numerous small holes, into which tho
eggs forthwith drop, 'u these colls,
whioh, from mutual pressure, gets to
bo hexagonal, like honey coin a, thn
young frogs aro finally hutched, nnd
for a bit scramble about thoir moth
er's back, biding in thoir nurseries
when clanger threatens.—Loudon
Nows.