FKEELAND TRIBUNE. I'll HUSH ED EVEUY MONDAY AND TUUBSDAY. 'rilOS. A. BUCKLEY, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR. OFFICE: MAIN STREET ABOVE CENTRE. SUBSCRIPTION RATES. One Year fl 60 SIZ UontfaS 75 Four Months 60 Two Months 25 Subscribers arc requested to observe the date following the name on the labels of their pupers. By referring to tills they can toll at a glance how they stand on the books In this office. For instance.' Orover Cleveland 28J uncDS means that Grover Is paid up to June 28, IHOEk Keep the llgurcs In advance of the present data. Report promptly to this office when your paper is not received. All arrearages must bo paid when paper Is discontinued, or collection will he made In the manner provided by law. Sufficient time has now elapsed since the scandalous disclosures of the dis honesty connected with the Panama canal project for the world at large to give to M. de Lesseps 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 tills great work had been honestly administered the isthmus would long ago have been pierced and the two ocans joined. The later cloud ou the fame of De Lesseps should not blind the world to his great talents, which were amply demonstrated by the splendid success of the Suez Canal. In the ease of the Panama project t.lie difficulties to be overcome were much greater, and so the talented engineer fell into the hands of unscrupulous speculators whose dishonesty neces sarily reflected ou liis own integrity. Derby, Conn., lias a most inconsider ate ghost. It \y;ciit calling the other night and made all sorts of trouble. Among other things it waked tip 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 nmy 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 bo 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 u great Insane asylum burns, usually with loss of life. Tile 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 be ex pended or how many employes may 1M 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 should make a searching inquiry us to the responsibility for the Anna lire. 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 exainplo could be made of him. The Japanese are vicious little beasts ami their civilization is a gloss, but some one of them must have brains. It would be exceedingly interesting to know Just who the Japanese Moltkc is. Troops do not lead themselves; forts with Krupp guns need taking. The care of troops with the temperature L'O degrees above zero requires sense. Who Is the little brown savage back of all tills good lighting? It Is probably not tlie champagne-drinking Mikado. It cannot bo one of the older Japs—one of those who used a short time ago to wear a Vuntino 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. Of 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 Moltkc, with little black tufts of whiskers, Would be attractive. Bulgaria lias furnished the world with 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 llourish of arms. The incident was sufficiently startling to justifiy be lief that Russian intrigue is at work again to Involve Turkey, to which Bui garla is tributary, with the Berlin trea ty signatories. There is a strong Itus sinn party in the country, sustained by the sympathy of the most Intelli gent portion of the Bulgars, while tlie Turks arc but a liftli of the population More than two-thirds of the people be long to the orthodox Greek cliuroh. An amnesty agreed to by the sobranje In dicates that Russian political conspira tors, who are to be benefited by it for the most part, will be free henceforth to ply their trade, which Is carried on in Bulgaria and Roumollft with an tin scrupulousness euuul to any thing at Constantinople. A WIIOI K bushel of notions don't weigh half as much as one little stub bo. o fact. THE LITTLE VALENTINE. Though 'lis faded now and yellow With tho du9t of many years, And its versos float beforo mo In '.ho mists of unsho l tonrs, Yet of all tho tender treasures That nroun l my hoart eutwino, There is none I lovo so fon lly As this littlo valentine. For around it cling and cluster Mom'ries ot tho long ago; Df the sunny days of ohildhoo 1, And tho joys I used to know ; Cherished dreams and youthful fancies, That iu thoso old days woro mine Rover, like tho breath of roses, Rouud this littlo valentine. And like shadows flitting softly, Loving faces como and go— F:i<A?s that have long been sleeping 'Neath tho blossoms and tho suow ; Aud dear bands, that long havo vunishod, Onco again I clasp in mine, As I gnzo in Jove and revereneo Ou this little valentine. Voices sweet that death has silenced, Whisper to mo words of love, Like the sound of nngol musio Floating downward from nbovoi Till at hist, the eolioes dying Iu the dopti s of mom'ry's shriuo, [am I Q ft in silcnco gazing Ou my littlo valentine. So, although 'tis dim and faded With tho dust of many years, And its vorsos float beforo mo In tho mists of unshed tears ; Yet of all tho tender treasures, That around my heart entwine, Thorn is none I lovo so fondly As this littlo Valentin". —Julia T. Riordnn. A VALENTINE ROMANCE, BY J. L, UiBBOUn. Drfn p., f. 'D just lilto to ' \&J I'uow who iu the l"d of tho livin* JPvw cvor seu ' me *' lu^ ~thing! I just would like to know!" iWtiWml/fLucinda Dyko tp JJ U (J v) sat in her big wooden rooking-ohair, with her bon net and shawl still on, although she was ouo of tho most methodical of spinsters and mado it a rtilo to put her gloves, bonnet and shawl away, neatly and carefully, tho moment sho entered her houso. But on this oc casion she had sunk hastily into tho rocking-chair with even her gloves on. Sho had been to tho vilhigo post oflice, and, to her unspeakable amaze ment, had received a valentine. Sho had not even remembered that it was St. Valentino's Day until sho had passed one of tho villngo shop windows, hanging full of valentines, and sho had Eaid to herself when Bho saw them • "Dear mo 1 I thought tlmt silly and redikilous custom of seudiug valen tines had about died out. Such nou souse as it is 1 But I guess only chil dren and fools do it." Five minutes later, Mr. Moses Moss, tho viMago postmaster, handed Miss Dyke a square, highly embossed white euvolopo through tho littlo postollieo window. "I guess somebody's sent you a val entine, Miss'Cindy," he said. "I don't think anybody's been so silly," sho replied, a littlo tartly. Bho was rarely given to joking, and sho always resented jokes having oven remoto referenco to affairs of tho hoart. Sho acknowledged herself to l ho "touchy" on this point, and she felt offended when sho know that it I was really a Valentino that sho heldiu i lier hands. j Sho droppod it quickly into tho [ bluok-oloth hand-bag sho carried, her face flushing crimson with indigna tion. Sho was so disconcerted by rc | ceiving the valentine that sho forgot i to ask for the postage stamps and en velopes sho had come to tho office for, but marched out very primly and j stiffly, giving tho door of tho post offico a sharp littlo hang behind hor. | She felt quito sure that Mosos Moss ] was watching her through the ono lit tlo front window of tho postoffico, aud ' sho hold her head very high and | swung her black alpaca skirts scorn fully as sho walked away. I "I wish to tho laud I'd torn tho thing into u thousand pieces right ho | ford him 1" sho said, as sho turned tho corner. "Ho likely knows who sent it, as bo's tho postmaster and familiar with cv'ryhody's writia'. An' Mose ' is such an old gossip he'd ho sure to j tell tho person who sent it if ho'dseen |mo tear it up. Wish I had." | Her brown eyes were none tho loss I beautiful because of tho angry sparkle in them, and tho flush of crimson on ' either chock was vory becoming to Miss Lucinda. | Bho found her scissors, tho moment sho entered her house, and cqt off an 1 end of tho envelope with a snap, j Then sho drew out a dainty littlo cre ation in j)ink and blue and gold on a j foundation of white, satiny J) 11 per, | with an edgo of paper lace. Sho hold | it out at arms' length, in hor gloved I hands. Her eyes fairly glittered now, and tho crimson flush ou hor checks deepened. ! "Whoever sent inc that thing is u fool I" sho said, j Then sho held the valentine a littlo . nearer, and said, scornfully: j "Humph! Hearts with arrers ruu | through 'em, an' nasty littlo Cupids j an' wcddin'-bells—tho idea of it! It's | u perfect in-sultl When a woman j gets to bo forty-three years old, as I nm, tho less sho thinks of Cupids an' weddin'-bells an' such nonsesnso, the ! better off she is. I'vo a good mind to | put the thing into tho tire, and— what's this? Poetry, as I'm a siunor I" Tho vnlentino hod suddenly opened j in her hands, and, in gilt letters, with a gold heart above and below it, was this verso; •'Oh, lonely, lonely is my heart, Bo louely, love, for thee, I'm happiest when I'm where thou art, Oh, wilt thou couio to me? Oh, wilt thou como to mo for ayo, And be forever mine, To gbuldcu nil tho future yours? Hay : 'Yea !' Bay : 'Yes !' My valentine." "Mercies I" cried Miss Dyke, as she let tho valentine fall into her lap, while her arms fell limply to her sides and slio almost gasped for breath. Pres ently she said slowly, nodding her bonneted head to and fro : "I—just —wonder—who did send me that—silly—thing? Some mischiev ous school-boy, likely. But, no; he'd sent mo one o' them nasty comics with u picture of an old maid on it with a noso a yard long and a sassy verso printed on it. I never saw that writ ing bofore, that I know of." She took up the envelope and scru tinized tho address carefully. "No," she said, "I never saw that writiug beforo. Now, if I knew who sent mo that thing, I'd send it right back with a note, telling 'cm just what I thought of 'cm. I vow I would 1" Sho put tho valentine back into the envelope and gavo it a spiteful little toss over to a small stand near her. Then she roso briskly, took off her bonnet and shawl, exchanged her black alpaca for a gray mohair house-dress and a crisp white apron with wido crocheted lace on it, and sat down by tho littlo stand with a piece of half finished sowing in her hands. Tho valentine fell to tho floor at her feet, whou she took up her sewing. Sho lot it lay where it had fallen for several minutes, whilo sho stitched away in silence, drawing tho thread through tho cloth with quick, short jerks. Suddenly sho stooped and picked up tho Valentino. "How did that silly verso go?" sho said, as sho drew tho Valentino from its envelope. "Such stuff as it is anyhow!" She read it again and again, heed less of tho fact that the cat was snarl ing up dreadfully tho contents of her workbasket. "I know what I'm going to do," she said, suddenly. "I'm going back to the postoffico and make Moses Moss tell mo whose handwritin' that i.s on tho envelope. He'll know, and he'll tell inc, too. Mose always was a good natured fellow, and he'll tell mo if ho knows. I've just tho faintest s'picion that old Jasper Hoyt may have'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 flying 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 camo from Silas Lawsou. Some think ho wants to marry 'cause he's painted and lixed up his pluco so, and got himself some decent duds. He'll never marry me. It may have como from Judeon Sparks, and tliero aiu't no ono I'd sooner send it ll.yiug back to thau him. Ho worried his first wife 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 have him. John Glceson may have sout it for—but I'll just go and find out of tho postmaster who did send it. I'm just curious to know." But there was something moro than more curiosity in Miss Lucinda's lonely heart as sho walked back to tho post oflico. Not for tho world would sho havo admitted it even to herself, but th6r6 was a fcoliug erf pleasure as well as of curiosity in her breast now. Sho could not dismiss tho doggerel lines of that verso from her mind! " '3ay: "Yt*!" Bay: "Yes!" My Valen tine#*" sho repeated, reproaching and scorn ing herself for her weakness in doing eo, and saying stoutly to herself: "Tho man don't livo that I'd say; 'Yes' to; no, ho don't. What a big gooso 1 am anyhow." Sho reached tho postoffico. Tho postmaster was alone in tho neatly kept littlo room. lie was a short, stout, kindly-look ing man of almost fifty years. Ho had childish-blue oyc3 and a round, honest face, a littlo inclined toward effemin acy iu some of its outlines. Tho softness and sweetness of his voice were surprising when ono looked at his swelling chest and broad shoul ders. Everybody knew and every body liked Moses Moss. Luciiula Dyko had known him all of her life, and sho had never called him anything but "Moses" or "Mose." Now sho said quickly, eager to do her errand before any ono camo in: "Seo here, Moses, I want to ask a favor of you." "All right, 'Cindy. Ask away." "You know that somo groat gooso had no moro sense than to scud me a valentine?" Moses's smooth, round cheeks crim soned. "I knew you got ouo a whilo ago," ho said. "Think of it! Tho idea! Well, now Moses, I waut you to tell mo whoso handwritin' that is." Sho luid tho envelope beforo him. Ho looked at it and then at her, tho womanish blush deepening in his cheeks. "You know, don't you?" asked Miss Lucindu. "I felt sure you would, yon boiug postmaster and seeing ov'ry body's handwriting so much. You know that, don't you?" "What you want to know for, 'Cindy?" "Well, because I do," sho said, quite sharply. "If it como from tho porsou I s'peot it como from, ho'll got it back in short order." "Whom do you suspoct, 'Cindy?" "I ain't going to say." "It may be ag'in tho Gov'ment Postoffico laws for me to toll without a written order from tho Postoffice Gen'ral." "Stuff, Moses! Moses, how's ho go ing to know anything about it? And, do you s'pose the Postoffico Gen'ral and the President and his Cabinet is going to Uang you if you should hap pen to tell an old muid who scut her a silly valentine? You know bettor than that I Did Jas Hoyt send it?" "No, he didn't." "It ain't Silo Lawson's handwrit ing?" "No." "Nor Judson Sparks's?" "No, 'Cindy." "Did John Glocson send it?" "It ain't his writing." "Well, who in creation didsondit?" "You'll get mad if I tell yon." "Well, 1 won't got mad at you, any how, Moses." "Sure not, 'Cindy?" Ho was loaning over a little counter, now looking up into her face with an eager, pleading, searohing look. "You sure not, 'Cindy?" ho asked again. "No, of courso not," she said. "Why should I? I—l—why, Moses Moss!" She stepped back with a wild, fright ened look. Something in his face and manner startled her. "'Cindy," he said. "Why, I—well?" "I sent it, 'Cindy." "Good Lor'! Moso Moss!" "I did, 'Cindy. I— Wait a mo ment, 'Cindy!" She would have fled from the post oflice, but ho reached 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 buck, 'Cindy?" "I—l—why, Moses Moss!" "You won't—dear?" "Oh, mercy!" "Say you won't." "Well, I—l—won't -there." "Oh, 'Cindy, I've wantyd for months and months to say what that poetry vorse said, but I ain't dured to say it myself. I am lonely, and you must be, too, 'Cindy. You'll say 'yes' to that verso, won't you, 'Cindy?" "I—l—let me think. Ob, there comes old Mrs. Duko into the ollico. Let go my hands. She'll tell it all over town before sunset, if sho saw you lioldiug 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 wiudor, with that red ribbon bow in your hair, that you had on to the church social last night. Please, 'Cindy." Hlie made no reply, but hurried out With crimson cheeks and shining eyes. At Ave o'clock that evening Miss Dyke's nearest neighbor, Mrs. Price, came homo from a walk to the village store and said to her daughter, Martha: "'Cindy Dyko seems mighty happy to-night. Sho was serecchiu' out a silly love song when I camo by her house a minute ago, and sho came to the door as I passed, und sho had ou her browu silk dress and best white apron and a red ribbon bow in her hair." "Maybe somebody sent her a valun tinc," suid Martha, with a little titter ing laugh, never dreamiug that sho hud guessed aright.—New York Led ger. A Crew of Deaf Mules. Tho schooue* Mury anil Hello i 3 probubly tho only vessel in tho world that is manned by a crow that is deaf and dumb. The schoouer is not u largo vessel by any means, being about seventy feet long, but sho is a neat-looking craft and her decks, spar and rigging look in much better con dition than thoso of many other ves sels whoso crews can speak tho lan guage to tho Queen's taste, says tho Provideuco (It. I.) Jourual. Tho cap tain of this craft, Oeorgo Dennett, is n most intolligcut-looking man, ap parently lifty years old. Ho is alive to all that is going on around him'aud seems to enjoy his silent and speechless life. Tho "crew," Charlie Malono, is also deaf and dumb. Thcso two deaf anil dumb men mauago thostaueli schoouer Mary and Belle a lmirably. They are always ou tho lookout nud sleep with ouo eye open, as good sailors always should. When they uro caught in heavy squalls the Captain cannot shriek out his commands, but simply attracts his man's attention by a whistlo nail then tells him what ha wants by signs, while ho Bticks to the wheel. > The First Methodist Cinircii, The 12Sth aunivcrsnry of tho Meth odist Church in America has recontly boon celebrated. Tho lirst Methodist church in this couutry was organized in a sail loft at 12(1 William street, New York. Whou tho congregation hail outgrowu its quarters tho eiliiico iu Johu street was built. Iu 1818, when tho church was erected, there were 400 members of that denomina tion in America; now there are more than 5,000,000. Somo of the old relies owned by the prcseut congregation are tno original pulpit chair, tho altat railing of tho William street church, tho subscription book, which contains tho sums given by tuo charter mem bers anil entered in their own hand writing, and other interesting articles. —New Orleans Picayune. Dr. Lockwaod's Curious Experiments, A curious series of experiments ou tho hereditary transmission of mutila tions has been made by Dr. C. G. Lockwood. By the in-aad-iu breed ing of white mice for ninety-six gene rations ho obtniued n larger aud liner animal than tno origiual pair. In or der to breed their tails off, ho selected a pair, and, putting them in a cage by themselves and clipping their tails, he got a breed of tailless mice in the seventh generation. Then, by taking one with a tail anil ono without a tail, and alternating tho sexes in each gen eration, ho finally again got a brood of all-tail mice.—New York Adver tiser. THE BLOODTHIRSTY SERI. THE MOST INTERESTING TRIBE ON THE CONTINENT. Tlicy Kill a White Man on Sight—So Flcct-Footoil That They Outrun Deer and Itubblts. If HE killing of two Americans I by the Seri Indians of Sonora last Bpring has given occasion for recent diplomatic corre spondence between tho United Slates aud Mexico. It will he remembered that tho victims belonged to an ex ploring expedition hendod by a news paper man named llobinson. The latter and ono of his three companions were murdered. Tho deed hi\d no other motive than pure liendishness. Small as is tho tribe of tho Seris—thoy number only about 250 souls—theso savages are tho most bloodthirsty in North America. For a long time thoy havo terrorized Sonora, but the Mexi can Government scorns powerless to eojitrol them. The tribo was visited recently by an expedition from the Bureau of Ethnol ogy, which has just returned to Wash ington with somo very interesting in formation. Professor W. J. McGee, who led tho party, said : "It is understood that tho Seris aro cannibals—at all events, that they eat ovcry whito man they can slay. Thoy aro cruel and treacherous beyond de scription. Toward the whito man their attitudo is exactly tho same as that of tho whito man toward a rattlo snakc—they kill him as a matter of course, unless restrained by fear. Never do they fight in open warfare, but always lio in ambush. Thoy are copper-colored Ishmaelites. It is thoir custom to murder everybody, white, rcil or Mexican (I employ tho terms commonly used in that country) who ventures to enter the territory they cull their own. "In many respects tho Seris aro the most interesting tribo of savages in North America. They aro docidodly more primitive in their ways than other Indians, having ecurcoly any arts worth mentioning. In faot, they havo not yet advanced as far as tho stono ago. Tho only stono implement in common use among them is a rude hammer of Jhat material, which thoy employ for beating clay to mako a fragilo and peculiar kind of pottery. When ono of tho squuwe wishes to make a meal of mcsqnite beans she has no utensils for tho purpose. Sho looks about until sho finds a rook with off" upper surfaoo conveniently hollow, and on this sho places the beans, pounding them with un ordinary stone. "Tho Seris livo on tho Island of Ti bnron, in thoGulf of California. They also claim 5000 square miles of tho mainland in Sonora. Their dwellings are tho rudest imaginable. A chance rock commonly serves for ono wall of the habitation; stones aro piled up so us to mako a small iuclosnre, and tho shell of n single 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 the tun. Tho men and women wear a siuglo gurment, like a petti coat, mudo of pelican skin. Not fur from Triburon, which is about thirty inilos long by fifteen miles wide, thero is a smaller island whero pelicans roost in vast numbers. Tho Seris go at night, and with sticks knock over as many of tho birds as they require. "Physically speaking, tho Seris aro most remarkable. Thoy aro of great Btatare, tho men avoragiDg nearly six feet in height, with splendid chests. But tho most notiocablo point about them is their legs, which aro very slen der aud sinewy, resembling 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 thut thoy can run from 150 to 200 miles a day, not pausing for rest. I supposo you are awaro that tho jack rabbit is considered a very fleet animal. Yet theso Jmdians are accustomed to catch jack rabbits by outrunning them. "For this purpose thrco mon or boys go together. If tho rabbit ran straight away from its pursuer, it could not bo taken ; but its instinct is to mako its flight by zig-zags. Tho hunters nrrnngo themselves at short distancos apart. As quickly as ono of them starts a rabbit, a second Indian runs as fast as ho can along a lino parallel with tho courso takou by tho animal. Presently tho rabbit sees tho second Indian aud dashes off at u tan gent. By this time the third hunter has como up anil gives tho quarry au other turn. After tho third or fourth zigzag tho rabbit is surrounded, anil the hunters quickly closo iu upon him and grab him. "It is an odd fact that this mothoil of catching jack-rabbits is procisely tho samo as that adopted by coyotes, which work similarly by threes. By this strategy theso wild dogs capture tho rabbits, though tholutteruro moro (loot by fur. I beliovo that no other humun beings approach tho Seris in celerity of movement. A favorite sport of tho toys is lassoing dogs. Mongrel curs aro tho ouly animals (lomobticutod by thoso wild peoplo. For amusement's sako tho boys tako their dogs to a cleur place and drive thorn in all directions. Then thoy capture tho frightoned animals by running and throwing lassos, which aro mado out of humau hair. They havo no difficulty lu overtaking the dogs. "No other peoplo in North Amor ica havo BO few conceptions of clviliz tion as tho Seris. They havo abso lutely no agriculture. As well as I could ascertain, thoy nover put a seed into the ground or cultivate a plant. Thoy live almost wholly on fish, water fowl and sueh game as thoy kill on tho mainland. Tho gnmo iuoludos largo deer, liko our blucktails, an exquisite ly graceful species of dwarf doer. about tho size of a three-months' fawn, peccaries, wild turkeys, prnirio dogs, rabbits and quail. They tako very largo green turtles in tbo Gulf of Cal ifornia. Mosquito beans they eat both cooked and raw. Tho mosquito is a small, spreading tree, that hears soods in pods. "These Indians are fond of car rion. It makes no difference to them whether a horse has died u natural death a week or a month ago, they de vour tho fiesh greedily. Tho feet of the animal thoy boil until those parts aro tender enough to bite. Tho Seri3 are among the very dirtiest of sav ages. Their habits in all rospeetß aro filthy. Thoy seem to havo almost no amusements, though tho children play with very rudo dolls. Beforo tho whites came thoy used pioces of shell for cutting instruments. I ought not to forget to say that they aro aeous tumcd to catch doer by running and surrounding the animals. No tradi tions worth mentioning appear to ex ist omong thorn. Tho most interest ing ornament I saw worn by any of them was a ncclilaco of human hair, adornod with tho rattles of rattle snakes. —Washington Star. WISE WORDS. Nino ont of ten peoplo you talk with havo some sort of a tale of woe to tell. Tho best sweets, liko tho greatest joys, should bo sippod, not gulped down. Famo is cbcap iu a small town; it is so easy to got your name in tbo news paper. If yon have a good thiug stick to it until you are certain of something superior. Tho publio will always suspoot any institution that is a particle averse to investigation. Thero aro few speeches and few books that would not bo improved by judicious pruning. So many wickod spidors down town nro rogardod as iunoeeut fiies by their women folks at home. No woman should ever worry over tho loss of n man who hadn't the courage to ask for her. A woman's idea of a perfoctly 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 rottcu apples in the bottom of tho baskot. If you don't want to subsist upon bitter husks of retrospection, don't buck up uguinst a put-up job. Men who imagine that they are thoroughbreds, discover linnlly that they are only plain work autmais. Sorno women talk of owing other women a call in tho same way that men say they owo uumo ouo elso a grudge. A great many peoplo do not learu until they are forty-iivo or fifty that it is dangerous to becomo confidential with people. It must bo very discouraging to a man to bo very gallant to bis wifo in public, and havo her look as if she wasn't asod to it. Never undertake to satisfy all of tho whims of your neighborhood, rather satisfy yourself that you nro doing right by not moddling; thcu you will havo more friends.—Tho Great West. A Wiso Dog. Coming downtown on a Lincoln aveuuo grip car tho other morning was a muu who had taught somothiug liko wisdom to a dog. Tho animal ih a fine specimen of tho greyhound breed and bo knows when ho iH tired. He always accompanies his master to tho store, in tho region of Division street, and ho rides most of tho way ou tho grip car. 110 gallops along side for a whilo, looking up occasion ally at his master, and making re marks with his eyes about tho scenery and passing teams aDd whatever olso may ooenr to amuse him. And when - lie gets tired he runs a littlo closer to tho grip car and leaps up on tho foot board where tho conductor runs along when he blows tho whistle in your oar. Ho stauds thero stoadily ou his four foot—tho dog; not tho conductor, panting slightly, and oxposing a por tion of a moist red tongno. And, whon ho thinks ho has ridden as far as his weariness renders necessary, ho leaps to tbo ground, not waiting for the car to Btop, catches his feet all right, and goes ou with tho merriest possible lopo. Ho is a familiar figure, aud his pref erence for riding abovo walking has won him many admirers.—Chicago Herald. To Nee Your Own Eye. "Did you cvor sco your own oyo?" asked ou uusciontifio person. "It is a very simplo matter. 'The most sat isfactory view isobmiued by shutting, say, tho loft eye, and pressing gaptly upon tho right sido of the right eye. Yon will then see, apparently at tho right side of tho nose, u round dark object about tho sizo of tho applo of tho eye. That is what I take it to be, and I suppose the rctiuu is made iu soiuo way to reflect tho outer portiou of tho eye, though tho pheuomeua may bo only uu optical illusion."— Now York Sun. A Long-Delayed Letter. I. J. Rolfo rooeived a letter a few days ago whioh was dated January ltth, 1878. It was written at Sau Juau aud was of importance, aud re quested au immodiato answer. In eomo manner it was mislaid, aud it has lain all thoso years hlddou lu soma recess of tho furuitnro in the post office. In moving tho furniture Mou duy It droppod out aud was delivorod to Mr. Rolfo. The letter was written by O. B. Swan, who was at tho time postmaster at San Juau.—Nevada City (Nev.) Herald. HEART-COIN. Ono day I gave my heart's best dowor To ono whoso tears wire flowing, My sympathy in that dark hour Her poor, grieved heart was knowing. To mo she gavo a rose, to-day, From out ber lovo and sorrow; *TIs over tku3 along life's way. Wo lend, or olso wo borrow. Did wo romomber "lovo or halo The llko to us will render," Maybe, somotimoo, boforo too late. Our words would bo more tender! —Margaret May, tu New York Observer. HUMOR OF THE DAY. A man who is crooked usually fol lows his own bent. Yon can usually tell an ass by his lack of horse-sense.—Puck. Miss Elderly—"l fainted lust night." Maude —"Who proposed?"— Life. A man would be surprised if lie were what a woman thinks he is.—Detroit Freo Tress. She —"And what would yon bo now if it weren't for my money?" He— "A baeholor."—Tali Mall Budget. Elsio—"3ho says sho is twenty two." Ethol—"Then she must liavo deducted her time allowanoe."—Tuck. Lot a play house bo built Which no others may uso Thau the girls with big hats And the men with big shoos. —Washington Star. He —"Darling, will you lovo me when I'm gono?" Sho—"Yes, if you aro not toa far gone."—Loudon l'id- Bits. Miss Olds—"Yes; ho said yesterday that to him my face was llko a book." Miss Frond- "As plaiu us that?"— Tuck. Tho first setback iu many a man's life occurred at sellout when ho was setback among thy girls.—Rockland (Mo.) Tribune. "But what earthly uso is it to dis cover tho North Pole? I cau't see." "It will save future expeditious. Harper's Bazar. "How can thero bo such a thing as a wholo day, yon know," mused Fweddy, "wlieu it bweaks evewy mawning?"—Chicago Tribune. "You'll please look over this small hill.' 1 Exclaimed tho duu. T.io debtor took it j Aud then said he, with weary smile, "I'd rather overlook it.". —Philadelphia Itseord. Pertly—"There is ouo thiug I have to suy in favor of tho wind when it whistles." Dullhcal—"What's that?" I'ertly—"lt never whistles popular airs."—Harper's Buzar. No mntter how good tho deacon is, ho will always look wise aud plousod if anybody suggests tint ho was a pretty lively young fello.v when ho was a boy.—Somervillo Journal. "I thought you told mo that Miss Brown had spent u great dual of money on her voice?" "Well, so I did." "But she cau't sing." "Well, Ididu't say that she could, did I?" Truth. Littlo Ilioh Girl—"Don't you wish you had a pair of lovely red gloves like me?" Littlo Poor Girl—"Don't yon wish you had a pair of lovely rod hands, like mo?"—South Boston News. Brousou—"Havo tho detectives found out anything about that burg lary yet?" Johnsou—"Yes; they've come to tho couelusiou that tho mo tive for the crime was uiuuoy."—Bos ton IleralJ. Tbero is a woman in Georgia weigh ing GOO pounds who makes mooushiiio whisky. Ilusu't a womnu who weighs GOO pounds got troublo enough of her own without making it for other pooplo?—Rockland (Me.) Tribuue. She (at tho dinuor) —"I think our hostess is tho most perfect lady I ever saw." Ho—"Yes, but I notice that sho made ono break early iu the even ing." She—"Shu u'.wuys does that. It pats her guests more at their esse." Now York Herald. Rambling Raggsv—"Will y;.r please give mo a dime, sir, to get sumtbin' to oat?" Citizen—" What can you got for a dime?" R. II.—"I kin get u plato of hash for a nickel, sir." C. "What do you want with tho other livo route?" It. R.—"That, sir, is fur a tip fur tho waiter."—New York Press. Sir Goorge—"Look here, John ! My lady complains that when you see her in tho street you never, salute her. What do you mean by it?" John "Boggiu' your pardin, Sir George, but in u book on ettyketty which I pos sess it is set down that tho lady ought to bow first.'*—Household Words. Tho neighbor who borrows your whcolbarrow aud rako and sprinkling hoso aud lawn-mower and ouu thing aud another in tho summer never comes to borrow your snow shovel in the winter. Aud when ho shovels oil his own walk it is touching to notu with what exactness ho works up to tho liuo where your lots divide, with out infringing the smallest fraction of an inch upon the snow that lies on your part of tho sidewalk.—Rockland (.Mo.) Tribune. The Toad's (Jiicc.f Way. Paternal affection is not perhaps the precise emotion that we should 1m dis posed to look for iu tho cold-blooded nog. But the Suriuam toad—of which no fewer than ton specimens have just arrived at tho Zoo -appear to oxhtbit this praiseworthy attitu lo of mind to ward hib numerous progeny. When his luuto lays her eggs the 'solicitous futher placeß them carefully upon her book, whoro iu duo time their pres ence eaUßes ou irritation that produces numerous small holes, into which tho eggs forthwith drop. <u those cells, whioh, from mutual pressure, gets to bo hexagonal, liko lione\couii\ the young frogs aro finally hatched, and for a bit scramble about their moth er's hack, hiding in their nurseries whon daugcr threatens.—Leaden News.
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