Children are largo patronizers of tho postal savings banks of Franco, Out of over 400,000 depositors in these institutions, according to the reports of the minister of posts and financo telegraph, SO, 500 are minors. Milwaukee, Wis., is preparing to have hanging gardens for its exposi tion in 1808, rivaling thoso of Baby lon. Indiana will probably celebrate its centennial by a day of fasting and prayer. Our enterprise runs largely in religious chauuels. Persian papier-inuahe articles are made of tbo Bibles sent out by British : mission societies, according to Mr. I Hodgetts, a recent traveler in the East. ; He quotes the British Consul at Tabreez as saying: "You have no idea ! what a boom these Bibles aro to tho village industries of Persia." This year will bo noteworthy in t'.ie j history of the Scandinavian North as | that of the great Scandinavian-Russian exhibition and the twenty-five years' jubilee of King Oscar. The exhibition grounds are situated at Djurgardeii, Stockholm, Bois de Bologuc, on a I narrow point of laud, on both sides surrounded by the Baltic and extend ing towards Ostcrmalm, tho newest and most elegant part of Stockholm, j No metal is increasing in import ance more rapidly throughout the world than copper. Half of tho cop per mined is produced in this coun try, tho total output in the United States last year reaching 47,722,560 pounds, a little more than half oi which was exported. Our copper yield is now forty per cent, larger thau thai ol the world in 1881. The increased demand for the metal is due to eicc trical appliances. Competition has reduced the price ol no-called manilla and wrapping papers to such au extent that wood pulp, chemical aud sulphite fibres have com pletely driven manilla rope at 1 cents per pound, bagging at seventy cents per 100 pounds, and jute butts at 1 1-1G cents per pound into the background. Wood pulp is monopolizing all the functions of these various paper-mak ing materials at a less cost thau ever ! before. The paper mills are doing the j largest business in their history. One may briefly describe Crete as j the largest of the isles of Greece, being \ about 150 miles long and thirty miles broad at the widest part; mountain ous, but extremely fertile; inhabited; by 300,000 Greeks, of whom 80,000 \ are Moslems, and with only three large j towns, Canea, Candia and Retirno, i with 23,000, 14,000 and SOOO inhabi tants, respectively. So much ono 1 may glean from any gazetteer. But I not in that nor in the more detailed | description of the encyclopedia will j you find more than tho remotest hint \ of the fascination which invests this famous island, Homer's Island of a | Hundred Cities, tho birthplace and the burial place of the King of the Olympian gods, the scene of some of ! the finest romances of mythology, tho i burial place of the great Spartan law- j giver, and the scene of some of the most interesting incidents in the early j development of Christianity. It is a ! mountainous country and volcanio as well—"A land of old npheaven from the abyss by fire." It has scarcely one bit of ground that can be called a plain, though that back of Canea is so called. New bits of land so near the centre of civilization are so little known, and few are better worth tho knowing, for every foot of it is historic | ground. An English statistician says thero is J not much of a psychological mystery ! in the fnct that so many more people ] commit suicide in summer than in winter, and he does not think that the difference is in any large measure due to the direct effect of cold upon human minds and bodies. It must be borne in memory, he says, that drowning is the commonest method of self-destruction, and resort to it is difficult or impossible when rivers and ponds are covered with ice. This ac counts for a part of the decrease. Another part is explained by the cir cumstance that in cold weather people live more in association, and thero is thus less opportunity for committing suicide, lie does not think, however, that it is possible to explain tho matter wholly without reference to the de pressing effects of cold on the nervous system, and tho exciting effects ol lient. It requires some energy and determination to commit suicide, and this is lacking in a person suffering from extreme cold. All these consid erations working together, tho result is that many people endure through the winter a life which they have ceased to value, aDd throw it away when the season comes in which the material difficulties in tho way of con tipena existence are at their minimum. COU H AGE. Flowstrango this conflict of our dally lifo. This human with all its loves and pains; With all its heavy losses and its Rains, , With all its joys, and all its grief nnd strife, ! A nation struggles thro' mistake and sin, Brave lives are lost and fiercer grows the fight. Thro' dark, sad years men grope toward the light, And thro' the clouds they see the dawn be gin. Rise up, my soul, to fight thine own good part, For everywhere is victory born of pain. Rise o'er the ashes of thy passions slain, Be stroDg to bear and to endure, O heart! —C. E. Bancroft, in Youth's Companion. MYSTERY OF THE ISEA. - TROPICAL night on yy\\ tLo Pnoilio ! The sky // \\ is studded with /r \\ stars, which are mir //(TrskT> 'VA roreJ in the 1,// 1^ee P beneath. There f / Vj is just enough air to /Y keep the Dolphin ' moving taquiet rate, aud the passen- P ers are Shthered on V vV' il y deck to enjoy the V matchless eveniug. A short distance away stand two lovers—Edmund Prescott and Flor ence Harris—'ooking out upon the ocean and meditating aud conversing upon the scene. "How different this sky from our northern firmament!" remarked the latter, after a pause. "I can hardly recognize my favorite constellation. The Southern Cross is beautiful, but then I miss the others. Ursa Major has entirely disappeared, and as lor the Minor Bear scarce a star of him is visible." At this observation, which was in tended for no particular ears, Adol phus Fitzgibbon aroused himself, "Aw—what's that. Miss Harris? Aw 1 have yon seen bears at sea?" "Yes, aud monkeys, too," was the quick but good-natured reply. All of us laughed, while Fitzgibbon looked very silly, then grinned huge ly, then seemed to meditate some scathing witticism, then concluded he would not, and stretched out upon his side with his back toward the lovers, and pretended to, or really did, fall asleep within the next fifteen minutes. I was reclining on the deok, about a dozen feet from where tho lovers stood—not with any intention of lis tening to their words, but simply be cause I had taken my position "first, and was too languid to change it. j had been an invalid for years, and was now recovering from a very severe spell of sickness. I was lazily drawing at my Havana, puffing the thin, fragrant smoke froiii my mouth without removing the cigar, and gazing upward at the brilliuut stars as they slowly sailed overhead. I was in that delicious, dreamy state, half-asleep and half-awake, hearing only the murmur of the voices around me, as one hears the faint sound of a •distant waterfall. I presume I had lain thus for nearly an hour, and my cigar had burned al most to my mouth, while the long column of ashes was still unbroken, when something struck my ear like tho sound of a bell. It was not until I had heard it several times that it seemed really to affeot my senses. All at once I gave a start, the ashes dropped upon my bosom, and I arose to a sitting position and gazed around me. "Hark!" said I; "didn't you hoar that bell?" "Just what I have been trying to make Edmund believe!" lauglied Florence Harris. "He persisted in not believing it." "Listen!" I said, raising my band. And immediately there fell a death like silence. And while thus intently listening, there came across the sea, faint but distinct, the soft, distant sound of a bull. We scarcely breathed for a minute. The strange, solemn sound was repeated at regular intervals, as if swung by tho hand of some ex hausted sufferer, or tolled by the swell of the ocean. Tho captain by this time had ap proached and stood in the attitude of attention, "We must be near the land," I ven tured to say, rather in the form of an inquiry than that of an assertion. "No, sir," responded the captain. "The nearest island is a good 800 miles away, and this doesn't come from there, I should think." "What can it be?" asked several in the same breath. "The sound comes from that direc tion," said Florence Harris, pointing toward the equator. "Perhaps it is on board a ship," I again ventured. "Don't thiuk it is," replied the cap tain, with a shake of the head. "What can it be?" asked Florenoe. To this no one ventured to reply for several moments. In tho mean time the tolling of the bell had be come quite distinct, and Adolphus Fitzgibbon gave a yawn, a grouu, a kick, and awoke. "Aw—yes— aw—l was about to sug gest—aw—that the tea-bell should ring—aw—aw—nw!" he stammered, confusedly rising to his feet, and pitching oack aud forth. Then, see ing us all in tho attitude of attention, ho asked, "What—aw—the dooce is the matter?" "It's the Bell of Doom!" exclaimed Backstay Bob, a tall, scarred sailor, from his position at tho wneel. "Pshaw! you're childish," replied tho captain. "Whatever it is, we are rapidly approaching it, for notice how much louder it sounds." Suoh was the ease. The bell was now heard clear and distinct to tho south, and was approaching nearer every moment. Shortly aftey, the captain took his night glass oiri gazed long and intently in that direction. When he lowered it he said : "I can just discover a dark body rising and falling on the waves, but nothing more. Backstay Bob, you have got the best eyesight of auy one on board. See what vou can make of it." Bob resigned his place at the wheel to one of the men and came forward and took the glass. Ho held it to his eve for several minutes without speak ing, and, to all appearauoes, without ovea breathing, while we waited his word with the deepest interest. Finally he gave a great sigh and low ered it. "Blow me, if it ain't old Davy Jones afloat." "How does it look?" several of us inquired in the same breath. "I'll be hanged if I can tell! There's no bowsprit, and—" Here he leveled his glass again, and shortly after continued his observu tious. "There's no eail—no nothin'." "There mast bo something." "Aw—certainly aw something, certainly, if your vision—aw—is able to discern it," ventured the gentle Adolphus Fitzgibbon. "Don't you see anything like asail?" inquired the captain. "Not a speck, or any place to pat ono, either. Hold a minute 1" ex claimed Backstay Bob; "I've got her in range now. She ain't got the least mite of a boom, yard, or anything like. She looks 1 iko some great hulk of a lightboat. Hold on again. I see the bell. They've rigged it up at the masthead, so that it swing buck'urds and for'ards every time the thinggives a lurch to leewards." "Can you see anything aboard?" "Not a creetur, living or dead." "Keep away a couple of points" ; cried the captain to tho man at tho wheel. "Ay, ay, sir I ' And the ship's course was altered so as to bring her rapidly to the mysteri- ' ous craft toward which all eyes were ; directed. Several of the company now openly remarked that there was something supernatural in the appearance of this boat, with its tolling bell. To all of these Florenoe Harris and her lover ! replied lightly, neither of them having the least faith in their credulity. The captain listenod impatiently aud then said: "You're all a set of cowards. No j doubt you imagine Old Nick is aboard, J with a crew of little imps, bound for I the Gullapagos Isles with a load of I brimstone. If you'll content yourself; for hall an hour longer, I'll tell you something about it, for I intend to ; board that old lumbering hulk, even if it turns out to be the Flying Dutchman, or Davy Jones' flagship, and shall ex-1 plore it from stem to stern." To show that ho meant what he said, orders were given to heave to, and to get one of the boats in readiness. By | this lime the nondescript was plainly visible to all. It appeared to be an old hulk, with j a'singlo mast in the centre. The bell was suspended from the masthead, aud ever and nuou sent forth its sol emn tolling, as the hulk rose and sunk | with the heavings of the sea. Before the ship was brought to wo ] had passed the hulk some distance, so that when wo haltod thero wore sev eral hundred yards intervening, and it was only dimly discernible. A boat was lowered, aud the captain having selected a crew, pulled uway toward the hulk. I asked permission to accompany it, but oa account of a recent illness was refused. Fortun ate for me indeed, was that refusal 1 j There was something so extraordi- I nary regarding the appearance and action of the bulk that the curiosity of us all was so intense as to be pain ful. W'e strained our gaze, as the captain and his crew drew rapidly near it. We saw the distance swiftly decrease between the two boats until tho shad owy forms merged into one. And then followed an impressive silence— suddenly broken by a howl, a pistol shot and a scream; and as our hearts almost stoppod beating we saw, a mo ment later, the boat put oil from tho hulk, uud the meu rowing with all their might back to the ship. As they came nearer wo discerned that the captain was missing. Backstay Bob dashed toward the boat and, shaking his fist at the men, demanded furiously: "You cowardly dogs! Whore is Captaiu Luster?" "Tho demon has got him I" Absurd ns the reply might have seemed at auy other time, it was ut tered iu solemn earuost, as the ghastly faces of the crew attested. Iu reply to our eager questions, they said the moment they came along side the craft they heard a low, hol low, unearthly sound, which caused them to hesitate. The captain elimbed up the side of the vessel, descended tho hatchway und disappeared from view. Ho was hardly out of sight when the noise they had heard at first was repeated, far louder aud fiercer. The next moment Ihe report of the captain's pistol was heard, followed by a terrific shriek, uud then all was still. Horror-struck, they called loudly and repeatedly to their commander, but receiving no answer pulled away from the ship. "You're a purty set of cowardly sneaks, aint you, to go and desert your captaiu that way, when, like enough, he needed you to save his life," exclaimed Backstay Bob, forgetting in his fury that the first mate was among those whom lie denounced. "I'm go ing back to that old hulk, and if I can't get at tho demon in any other way I'll put a keg of powder in it and blow it to blazes 1" "Bob is right, if his excitement does make him forget his manners," said the mate. "It was not my intention to desert Captain Luster in trouble. The men were so frightened that I thought it best to come back aud get a new set." There wa3 some difficulty ia procur ing the requisite number; aud, ac cordingly, Frescott and myself were accepted. As the former went over the ship's Bide, Florence Harris said : "Don't come back, Edmund, until you have heard what has become of poor Captain Luster." He gave her his promise, and a few minutes later the boat shoved off, and we rapidly nearod the hull, which had acquired such a strange interest to us all. Presoott, in addition to his revolver, had a small Italian dagger, which I observed him handle as if to assure himself that it was reliable. Then, as j ho replaced it, he remarked to me: "There's no telling what's inside that mass of lumber, and this may be ! the weapon I need, after all." Arriving at the craft, after a short consultation, it was agreed that the tour oarsmen, the mate and myself ( should remain behind, while Backstay Bob and William Prescott should ex plore the hulk. As it was morally certain that some dreadful dauger menaced all who en tered the cabin, and as I was good for nothing, I needed PO more urging than the mate to remain in my posi tion. Prescott went first, holding his pis tol in one hand and a lantern in the other, while Bob closely followed with his cutlass. We saw them descend the j hatchway. All was still, and then I | heard the single exclamation from Prescott: "Oh, my God!" This was followed by a terrible roar, a quick succession of pistol shots, and ' then all was still again. The next moment both Prescott and Backstay Bob emerged to view, covered from bead to foot with blood. "Cotno aboard," said they. "The danger is over." The next instant we were on deck. I rushed to the hole, and gazed dowD. i Merciful heaven ! what did I behold? I By the dim light of the lantern we beheld the mangled body of Captain I Luster. The head and one of his limbs were gone, and there was scarcely a' | semblance of humanity in the remains before us. Near him was the gaunt, terrible form of au expiring Bengal tiger, killed by the bullets, cutlass aud dagger of Prescott and Backstuv Bob. The two latter, on entering the cabin, saw the mutilated body of Cap taiu Luster. A low growl warned them of danger, and as Prescott turned bis gaze he saw the tiger crouching aud in the very act of springing. Drop ping his lantern lie fire.l h's revolver, and, us the terrible animal bore him I to the fioor he drew his dagger and ! j stubbod him again and again. The i needle-pointed instrument reached his '| heart, which, united with the slashing j, blows of Backstay Bob, settled his j | hash before he could indict any ma- | terial injury. We now made a critical examination 11 of the place. A number of human bones strewed the tloor, and several articles of wearing apparel, which seemed to indicate that the place had beon tenanted by two human beings of opposite sexes, and bad probably | been torn to pieces by the tiger. Th'o ■ room was long and low, extending the j whole length of the vessel, and hav* I ing at either extremity a massive iron chain, terminating in a heavy ring at j one end,the other being fastened by a | strong staple to a beam in the vessel's t side. j Tho brute had a ohain to his neck ■ and had been confined to one corner j of the room by a delicate iron ring, i which had been put there to be ] broken. Over the centre of the room was written something in an Indian I dialect, which was pronounced oy the | mate (who had spent several years in j India) to read: "I hive sought I have fouud that! which I sought—vengeauce." Carefully removing the body of the captain to the little boat, we scuttled i the mysterious craft, and saw it sink : to the bottom of the ocean. Shortly I after, the captain was wrapped in his I winding-sheet and followed. The strange, awful tale regarding the old craft we never learned. It ever remained to as all a decided mystery of the sea.—New York News. High Schools in Yew York. New York City is to have high j schools—something it has not had, I says the New York Presn, since the old High School was turned into the j Normal College. The city now has its j Normal College for girls aud the Col-1 lege of the City of New York for bovs, but it has no system of high schools, which are popular in nearly every other eity iu the Union. The Commit tee on High Schools of the Board of Education at the meeting of the Board recently recommended the establish- < ment of three high schools, and the report was adopted. The Girls' High School will be situated in the bnildiug now occupied by Grammar School 47, at 30 East Twelith street; the Boys' High School will be ia the building now occupied by Grammar School 35, at 00 West Thirteenth street, aud the mixed,or "co-ed" High School will be in the building occupied by Grammar School 02, at Courtland avenue and 157 th street. The Board appointed a committee to visit the schools of some of the other cities so that the latest ideas may be put into practice in the high schools of Now Y'ork when they are established. Made a Fortune Writing stories. At least one cf the "penny-a-liners" has had success in this world. It is stated that Emile Riohebourge, the French ncvelist, bus amassed a fortune of $400,000 in twenty years, by writ ing sensational stories for the Petit Journal. THE FIELD OF ADVENTURE. THRILLING INCIDENTS AND DAR ING DE233 ON LAND AND SEA. Eagles Carry Oft a C!ill<l—Pursued by Bears—A Mountain Llou At tacks au Engineer, Etc. THE Northern Pacific Railway Company's ofiioe in Helena, Mont., will soon be orna „ mented with two of as fine apecimens of the American eagle fam ily us ure in existence. The birds are the property of E. T. Harnett, North ern Vacitio mineral land examiner, who obtained them sometime ago while in Flathead County. Mr. Harnett tells an interesting story of how he came by the big birds. He was on the upper Kootenai River, in the northwestern part of the State, having charge of a party examining a large tract of land on the river. The country there is almost primitive in its condition, there being little evidence of civilization abont. It is n wilder ness of forest and mountains and is a favorite hupting place for roving bands of Indians. Near where Mr. Barnett and party were at work was a camp of Indians. The lodges were scattered about pro miscuously in Indian fashion near the river's edge. There was little activity about the camp. The bucks were for the most part out hunting and the wo men kept inside the lodges, it being a particularly warm day. At the edge of the camp was a group of dirty, naked little Indian children, romping on the grass together. All of a sudden the quiet of the camp was broken by the sudden intro duction of two great eagles, which swooped down upon the group of chil uren. Apparently not frightened in the least by their cries, one of the eagles fastened its talons into the back of the smallest child and then, after a ndghty sweep of its wings, lifted it into the air. The frightened little papoose yelled with all its might, but the eagle dragged it up the bluff forty or fiity ieet and then dropped it, ap parently becoming exhausted. Then the other eagle grabbed the boy and btarted with him up the bank, which at that place arose almost perpendicu lar 400 or 500 feet. All that happened in a moment! The camp which had been so quiet be fore was immediately turned into a place of contusion. The squaws, hear ing the cries of the children, came running out of the lodges. When they saw what was the matter they rushed up the bluft as hard as they could go. But even theu the eagles did not want to give up their prey. They were not frightened by the noise and kept dragging the poor little Indian boy farther and farther an the blufl'. Mr. Barnett, attraoted by the cries, took in the situation at a glance aud ran for the bluff with his ride, which he happened to have with him. Be fore he reached the child an Indian buck had come up with the eagle having the boy in bis talons and kilfed it with a club. Mr. Barnett had been afraid to shoot for fear of hitting the ohild, the mark being u moving one. He shot the other eagle, however, just as it commenced to soar away. Strange to say, the little boy was not seriously injured, although nearly frightened to death.—Omaha Bee. Pursued by Black Bears. Elmer Thornburg, a mining man of Granite, Or., arrived at his home, after having a most exciting trip across the mountuins on suowshoes aud nar rowly escaping being food for a couple of fierce and hungry bears. Thorn burg is interested in mining ground away down in a region known as "Desolation," in the lower North Fork country, and one day recently he con eluded it would be wisdom on his part to take a trip down to see how the camp was prospering and take the United States mail anil extras in to the boys. The journey to within about four miles of the camp was made with out difficulty by Thornburg, mounted upon a pair of suowshoes, but at that distance the snow was all gone, and he had to abandon his snowshoes and take to walking. This, with his pack on his back, was no picnic. When within abont two miles of camp he sat down on the sunny side of a tog to rest. No sooner had Thornburg settled himself comfortably than he was dis turbed by several gruntß and a lot of clawing and scratching beneath the log. He was unarmed. In a minute there appeared from beneath the log two black muzzles, followed by the bodies of two full-grown, ferocious, red-jawed, black bears, with bristles erect as tbey came from their com fortable burrow. Thornburg jumped to his feet and started down tho trail on a run. The heavy pack on bis back impeded his progress, however. The hungry bears quickly took up the scent, and were after him. When he saw that the race would be an uneven one, ho dropped his burden at the foot of a young bluck pine tree and climbed up among the branches as nimble as achipmonk. The bears broke open his discarded bundle and ate all the bacon and other good things. Then they turned their attention to Thornburg. Fierce with hunger, their savage appetites just whetted good, the bears put their huge paws around the slender tree trunk and endeavored to reach him. Breaking off a branoh of the tree, Thornburg rapped smartly each black nose that came within reach, and bruin would go away growling, only to re turn when the pain bad ceased. This was the best and only defense the pur sued man could avail himself of. In the meantime he began to yell at the top of his voice in the hopes that his cries might reach camp. They finally did, and Mr. Dickison and Ed Flaherty came out with their trusty rifles and made it possible for the an armed and unharmed man to descend from his perch. Thornburg will not make any more trips on snowshoes across tho mouu taius without his gun.—Portland Tele gram. Fought the Hear with Fire. An English tourist, recently re turned from Nevada, tells how he nar rowly escaped from the clutches of a bear. He had scrambled to the topoi a large bowlder and the boar, wounded in one of its legs, began scratching in the ground at the foot of tho bowlder, says the Weekly Telegraph. "Sud denly," he says, "I felt the bowl der on which I stood shake and give a sudden downward lurch. llt then dawned upon me that tho bear was undermining my stronghold, and within a few minutes it would topple over and I be delivered over to his tender mercy. In this emergency I bethought myself of a bottle of brandy which I carried in my pocket. Thinking that by pouring its contents over the ground the bear would desist from his undermining operations, I emptied half of it, but he seemed to be all the more refreshed by the smell and worked away more vigorously than ever. "There was but half of the brandy left and things were beginning to look serious, when I tried, as u last chance, the extreme remedy of emptying tho remainder of the flask onto tho back of the bear and throwing a lighted match to the brandy. The flames immediately enveloped the animal,and,with shrieks and yells of pain he, skedaddled to my great relief. "I was presently rejoined by my companions, and with loaded guns we followed up tho bear, whom we soon discovered licking his burnt sideß, ou which very little fur remained. Ho was so weak alter his adventure at tho oowlder that we had no difficulty in disputchiug him." Engineer Attacked by a Lion. To battle with a huge mountain lion, seven feet in length, ami 253 pounds in weight,on a trestle at night, is tho thrilling experience that ha* just befallen Edward C. Depew, an eugiuoer on the Groat Northern Rail road, near Lowell, Wash. "At the time of tho adventure," says Engineer Depew, "I WHS pulling tho overland passenger train going east, and 'as we were a few minutes late wo were.trying to nuke up a little time. After wo had left Lowell, and almost two miles east of there, about half way across a long trestle, my lire man, George Lawrence, jumped down oIF his seat box and came quickly to my side of the eugine. I noticed a startled leok in his face, and, looking ahead, saw through the darkue33 a black object on the track. "My first thought was of some ob struction on the track. For a second the thought of jumping flashed through my miud, but I banished it. Nothing could be done. We were too close to the danger, and the fright had the same effect on me that it had on Law rence. It took away my power of speech. Instinctively 1 crawled out of my cab on to the side of the engine. "Tho train dashed on. In an instant I saw a monster's eyes flashing through the darkness, green and yellow by turns. "As tho train approached the lion I could see it prepare to spring. Finally, when the leap was made, the situation was so dramatic as to be almost theat rical in effect. "The force of the jump was astound ing. The body of tho beast crashed into the edge of the engine front. To jump then was certain death, for we were right in the centre of the trestle. Yet, as the lion made its leap, I could almost feel its hot breath on my throat. "1 learned afterward that the cougur, after we had struck it, lodged in the cross ties of the trestle. "The beast was still alive when the men of No. -498 discovered it, but its hind legs were cut off. Foreman John C. Wright would not go near it until he had emptied a couple of chambers of his revolver into it. Then they fastened the body to the cjw catcher and took it to Skykomish." An Injured Mi tier's Nerve. A few days ago at Quartsburg, in Baker county, Theodore Eby, a miner, was working alone in a stope in the Gilford mine when a huge rock fell from tho hanging wall and struck his leg, breakiqg it about half way be tween the knee and hip aud pinioning the unfortunate man fast. Within arm's length of where he stood was a pick. With this instrument he pried the rock from his leg and extricated himself. There was no assistance nearer than Mr. Gilford's house, just below the dump of the tunnel, and the only person there was Mrs. Gilford, her husband being absent. There was only one thing for Eby to do, and that was to get himself out the best way possible. The journey ahead of him required almost super human effort. He had to go down on a ladder in a sixty-foot shatt from the stope to the tunnel, which was 300 feet from the entrance. He let him self down the shaft by his hands, and on reaching the tunnel crawled out, all the time suffering the most intense pain. On reaching the dump he called for help, and Mrs. Gifford came to his assistance and helped him to the house and to his bed. Later Mr. Gilford re turned home and procured a physician to attend Mr. Eby, who at last accounts was getting along as well as could bo expected.—Morning Oregcnian. A Minnesota legislator introduced a bill providing for the appointment of a State phrenologist, at a salary of S2OOO a year, with a SISOO assistant, and an expense fund cf SBOOO a year at their disposal; tb.eir business to bo the examination of "not less than 2000 heads a year." Confessing a fault makes hall amends. Denying one doubles it* liiiii The earnest question of the hour. And general theme, no doubt, Is not of love or polities , But, "Will the coal hold out?" —Chicago Record. Remains to be seen: The boy who has an appointment with the teacher after school is dismissed.—Boston Transcript. Kenn—lsn't your wife afraid to drive that horse? Steam—Not at all. It's the people she meets who are scared.— Hartford Times. First Office Boy—lt says "Our hero now partook of a frugal repast." What docs that mean? Second Office Boy— Quick lunch.—Puck. Husband—Why should you blame me because we were late to the theater? Wife—You forget, dear, that you hur ried mo up so.—Puck. "Wobbles rides his bicycle in ills flat now." "In his flat?" "Yes; it's steam heated, and lie has to scorch up and down the hall to keep warm." —Life. I went into the theater. But left it with a sigh; The play was long, the jokes were hroad. The hats were very high. -Pick-Me-Up. "Do you think opals are unlucky?" inquired the superstitious man. "Yes," was the reply. "My wife wants one, and it's going to cost me sso."—Wash ington Star. "Does your latest novel enjoy a largo sale?" he inquired. "I don't know whether the novel does or not," replied the author, "but I do."—Chicago Times lierald. Rural Teacher—Wlint current event of great interest can you give me this morning Small Girl (eagerly)—My ma has just made twenty tumblers of Jel ly.—Judge. Willie—lt's always in damp places where mushrooms grow, isn't it. papa? Papa—Yes, my boy. "Is that the rea son they look like umbrellas, papa?"— Yonkera Statesman. "Did you ever get so mad that words failed you?" "Yes—once." "When was that?" "Just one-eighth of a sec ond after I called a prize-fighter a liar."—Chicago Record. Mudge—Oh, yes, we had a real lively time, Simmons and I. It cost us near ly SSO. Wlckwire—Yes. I saw Sim mons this morning, and he told me he spent s4s.—lndianapolis Journal. "Come, Julie, let's go and have a friendship oyster stew together." "Friendship oyster stew! What's that?" "Why, you pay for mine, and I'll pay for yours."—New York Journal. She—And you say that you have never beeu in love? He—Never. I have thought I was, seventy-five or eighty times ,but I always found out after ward that I wasn't.—Somervllle Jour nal. The subordinate—Here is a lottei from a young woman wanting us te give some of the legends about the ori gin of tho fan. The Chief—Turn il over'to the base-hail editor.—lndian apolis Journal. However ling the line may he With civic folk ami troopers. Each marcher proudly feels that he Is the grandest in that pageantry; The rest are merely supers. —Washington Star. "And is she really the trained singot she claims to be?" "Beyond a doubt She can sing 'Comiu* Through the llye' so that nobody can tell what it is with out looking at the program."—Cincin nati Enquirer. First Doctor—Well, that's just like these actresses! Second Doctor—What Is? First Doctor—Why, that Miss May Cupp won't lot us look into hei head with tho X ray until she makes up her mind.—Puck. Brown—The sporting editor of this paper doesn't know Ids business. lie says here that that lightweight boxei weighed 118 pounds. Jones—lsn't thai right? Brown—No. He should have said "tipped the scales."—Judge. Couldn't Stand Alone.—"They tell me Van Wither is very weak since his last sickness." "He la. I saw him on the street just now and asked him for a fiver; but he couldn't stand a loan. 4 '— Cincinnati Commero'al Tribune. "Amy, my love, I wish we lived in the good old days when a knight could fight for his lady love." "Why, George dear, as for that, you haven't asked papa's consent to our engagement as yet, you know."—Forget-Me-Not. The Comedian (on the defensive)— But you know there are only seven real jokes in the world, it is said. The Sou brette—l know; what puzzles me is that you have never happened upou any of them.—Cincinnati Tribune. Nellie—l don't see why Charley Dim pleton has suddenly been so taken with Dot Thurston. Mow do you account for it? Jessie—Oh, I believe she was the lirst one to notice that lie was rais ing a mustache.—Cleveland Leader. "Sometimes," said Uncle Ebon, "de man dat pays hundu'hds oh dollahs fob flags an' decorations nin' ez much oh er patriot ez de oue dat goes quietly 'long ail' pays 'is taxes an' serves on de jury wifout klckin'."—Washington Star. Arizona Al—Wal, what do you think of that? Here's Jim goiu' an' git ting married! Chloride Charley—Wal, that's the way of the world! Arizona Al— Right enough; but look at this: "No Cards." That's what comes of mar* ryin' inter a pious family.—Puck. The whale spouted in triumph. "Nev er you mind!" shouted Jonah, vindic tively; "you've given me a good deal of trouble, I'll admit, but you just wait till the latter-day theologians tackle you!" With a hoarse chuckle he struck out over the sand dunes to ward Nineveh.—New York Press.
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