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,J h t x v THE GLOBE-KEPUJBLICAN. PUBLISHED EVERT YV.EDNKSOAY. DODGE CITY, KANSAS. THE DOG TRAMP. In a dmjy depot where people come and go To and fro on missions in an endless flow, Perched upon the corner of the seat a puppy sat, Cocked his little head and wondered; very queer is that! "Was he strayed or stolen, or had some comer late Jumped aboard the train and left the puppy to his fte 11 he had a banian tongue a tale he could un fold. 3$ut puppies are not ovcrwise, and so he never told. Just a baby puppy, awful lost, I guess, Jicady to be taken care of without no or yes; "Wants a little petting or a tender pieco of meat, Jl saucer filled with milk, perhaps, or some thing else to CHt. He's lonRinjr for a master, whether lord or whether scamp, JJut no one seems to notice him and so he starts his tramp. Tisn't very cisy for a baby dog to find His way among the crowded thoroughfares of huicjn kind. 2Ie isn't old enough to light, he can not hold his own Against the wicked dogs that steal away his mutton bone. So sad and dirty on he drags along his lonely way, Ills eyes are blinded by the rain, his feet are clogged with clay. Jle finds a nook to shelter him beneath a stack of straw And there he curls himself to sleep while hun ger bungs his jaw. 21 dog-, hate dreamy isions, then the puppy sleeping there Xartook of rarest viands in the night of his despair; .For he woke up with a whimper and he looked around to see "What the fairy god had brought him but it was a dream, poor he ! 0 er fields of greenest grass where daisies fair and white Lift up their pretty heads to his muzzle with delight, Along the dusty road that passes by the school house door, The baby dog he wanders 'till his feet are cut and sore. The children wunt to pet him, but their parents drlteav.ay . The little dog because they say he isn't fit to stay. Awfully unkind he thinks it is to be a tramp, And he is just a baby dog and not a wicked scamp. lie's whimpered at a dozen gates and begged at countless doors, But no kind soul will shelter him, however bad he 'plores. T.s lery hard to bo a dog, especially when joun-; How gladly would he tell his tale if he had hu man tongue. A house with many windows looms before his weary way; Perhaps the people thcra arc kind enough to let him stay. Ti a paradise of paupers, old and young, the bl nd, the halt. The aged sire wrecked in life who can not earn his salt, The tender-hearted maiden and the rugged lads who scoff They do not turn against the tramp nor drive the puppy off. The little pauper babies they divide "their milk with him. Until he is quite satisfied that life is not so dim. He plays among the paddlers in the sand when sun is bright. He eats and sleeps among them, and he is a pauper, quite. H. S. Keller, in Yankee Blade. m m m HIS VOCATION. "Which Was Caretaker to Six Un . rulyBoys and One Pretty GirL Tho wind was shrieking down Church lane with a fixed determination to tear up tho flights of yellow steps in front of tho somber-looking' houses on either side of the narrow, old-fashioned street .Many a wind had tried to accomplish this feat before, without success. They were very firm steps. Every morning servants performed wonderful opera tions upon them with water and clay. Poor old town, tho aesthetic craze has .not touched it yet. These steps led up into large, highly Tespectablo houses. Those who dwelt in thorn wero termed "the gentry" by the poorer people. Within ouo of the dining-rooms sat two lazy individuals before a large lire, their easy chairs so turned that they could watch the hard pellets of snow drive through tho air down the street Guy Meredith, M.D.." was inscribed upon the brass plate on tho front door of this house. Tho darker and lazier of the two men was Gilbert Rowell, a stranger to Church-lane, visiting his friend Guj'. For somo years he had Tjeen looking out for his special voca tion, but up to tho present had either passed it on the way or had not come -up to it; therefore he spent his time in "waiting round" very comfortably. They were both silently smoking. Occasionally tho eyes of Gilbert closed in slumber, and once his pipe fell out -of his idlo white hand, causing a sub dued laugh to come from under Guy's mustache. That was all the sound there was within the room; outside, the .howling of the wind and the monoton ous cry of "Cockles e-live, all e-live," far up the street In the house, straight opposite Dr. Meredith's, lived Lorrie Hindle, a girl of twenty-two. She reigned supreme over six unruly boys, her step-brothers, left to her care two years before, when the ship went down, taking both parents with her. into the stormy water. Poor Lorrie! What a charge she had! She loved those boys more than herself, but she had grown to feel -very old and motherly. Jane down stairs, a stout, hard-working servant, thought she was the head of the house, and drove the refractory Irish girl about without mercy, but was very sub missive to her young mistress without knowing it. Dr. Meredith got much innocent amusement out of this house hold, as much as he could see through its windows, or when any of those wild young colts happened to half-kill them selves in somo escapade, and he was suddenly fetched across. It was Wednesday afternoon, conse quently half holiday at the exceedingly proper establishment called the Gram- School, and two boys were per forming like acrobats in the dining room over the way; another was pulling himself up the Venetian blind cord; the youngest, a fat baby of three, was lustily screaming because he could not do likewise. The firelight shone bright ly and revealed the tea-table all ready. Sister Lorrie had not yet entered the room. "Gilbert, my boy, would you like to bo transported into yonder Babel? That youngster's mouth bespeaks a ter rible row, if the blast outside did not outdo it," murmured Guy to his sleepy friend. "No, thanks; I may have a vocation somewhere awaiting me, but I'm pretty sure it is not that of a caretaker to the young." All this time the monotonous cry wa3 drawing nearer. Church-lane peo ple might have set their time-pieces by poor old Timothy. For years he had come exactly at five in the afternoon, if not with cockles, then some other kind of fish. To-day his cry seemed to have a very mournful cadence in it; tho tottering form could scarcely stand before tho shrieking gale. One more call, which was not "Cockels e-live," and Timothy sank down on the yellow steps before Hindle' s door, and seemed to be quite unconscious of both pierc ing wind and cockles. His silver hair was blown over his wrinkled brow, his eyos were shut, his battered hat was going far down the street, and many cockles rolled helplessly out on the yel low steps. The two lazy men drew nearer the window in the doctor's house to watch, and the two boys in the opposite win dow dropped from the sill at so unusual a sight as Timothy taking a rest. Then the bold and dauntless Eobby drew out a catapult from his jacket pocket with wild exultation, opened che window, letting in such a gust of wind as effect ually silenced the babj''s howls, and straightway "shot at a venture," hit ting poor old Timothy's brow with a stinging piece of paper. But it had no power to rouse him. Dr. Meredith had drawn up his breath to laugh, but stopped to see what would happen next A girlish figure in black had como behind the group of boys, her large grey eyes were like some avenging an gel's, her sleeves were short and show ed a pair of pretty round and little white hands. She appeared like a spark of electricity for the moment, the two white hands made Bobby's cars to sing for half an hour afterwards, tho window went down with a sharp report, and the two lazy men across tho street murmured simultaneously: "By Jove, she looks pretty when she's mad." Another minute, and Lorrie came out of tho door and ran down the steps to bend over old Timothy. The wind blow her short brown curls wildly about and tried to tear off her dress as she spoke to the deaf old ears. She looked up and down the street to see if there was any one to help, but no ono was in sight, until she glanced across at che opposite, window, and both men obeyed the little peremptory nod of her head instantly. They reached the yellow steps together. Dr. Meredith passed his soft, warm hand over tho prostrate man's haggard forehead. "Well?" asked Lorrie. engerly. "I must have the poor old fellow taken to the surgery; he seems in a bad way." "No; please help me to get him into our dining-room; there's a great fire, and tea is ready; it may bring him round, poor old dear." Gilbert Rowell tugged his mustache in a bewildered maze at the eager, rapid movements of tho lovely girl before him, and in the whole course of his life ho could not remember ever to have heard a "cockle man" called an "old dear." Guy was seizing the old man under the arms, and said: "Here, Gilbert, catch hold of his feet," and with a start that gentleman obeyed, and Timothy was very soon resting on a warm sofa, after sundry picture books and toys had been swept away by Lorrie. Tho six boys stood silently looking on, even the eldest, who had been read ing "The History of a Wild Man, as related by himself," all the afternoon, had flung that interesting book on the floor, and with hands in his pockets, steod with his brothers. Only Bobby occasionally sniffed mournfully, unno ticed by all, however, but Mr. Rowell, who smiled to himself. What a change for a girl of sixteen," he said to himself, for he had determin ed in his own mind Lorrie was no more than a child. "Cockles, sir?" muttered old Timothy, partially coming round. "No." said Guy, kindly, "we don't want any this afternoon. Try and drink this, old boy." He raised the silvery head and put the cup of tea to the cold lips, but they failed to drink. The doctor glanced up quickly at his friend for him to take his place. Til run over to the surgery," he whispered. "Is he dying?" asked Gilbert But Guy only frowned, and Mr. Rowell low ered his great, lazy form into a kneeling position by the sofa. In another min ute he was startled out of himself by a burst of passionate sobs, as Bobby flung himself over the old man's body. Oh, Timothy! Old Timothy, do lor give me; say 1 haven't killed you, da I never meant nothing, I didn't" The faded eyes opened, and a wan smilo went over the pale face. "Bless you, poor little motherless bairn," he murmured, and his withered hand rested on Bobby's rough curls. Lome's eyes were brimming over with tears, and Gilbert felt that his eye. lashes were troublesome. 'Timothy never felt the cruel blow, Bobby," she said, lifting the boy up from the couch. "I was angry with you, but poor Timothy did not feel it, dear; he won't suffer any thing much longer." Dr. Meredith cast a swift glance at the sofa, upon his return, then said: "Go away, youngsters. Go down to Jane. We can't do with you here." They trooped away slowly, Bobby still sobbing. The twilight had gone, the fire shone up bravely; outside the wind howled on, as it had howled all day, and blew the cockles into crevices and holes about the yellow steps. "Light and rest," murmured the old man; "sunshine; there's no cold river, as folks saj Where's the basket?" he added, suddenly rousing. "Done with." said Gilbert Rowell, putting his warm, white hand, that had never worked in its life, gently upon the brown, horny one, growing cold in death. "You won't have to carry it any more." "That's well, that's well; it was very heavy, very heavy." Gilbert failed to suppress a sudden sob which caught his breath. Conse quently being much ashamed, he glanced up at Lorrie, hoping she had not heard it, and he thought she had not done to. "Rest and sunshine," muttered the old voice again, and Timothy had gone away from tho shrieking wind, the heavy basket, and the scramble for life; and down Church-lane the well-known monotonous cry would never be heard any more. It was the close of a perfect day, so hot and calm the soft ripples on the shore scarcely moved tho pebbles, the red and white sails on the blue water hung helpless and slack. All day Gil bert Rowell had basked in the sunshine of Miss Maria Holdsworth's society, as well as in the sunshine of the summer's day. Now they were out on the shining water of tho bay in a white boat Maria was considered a beauty; she knew it, and thought Mr. Rowell knew it also. His wide, old house was somewhere in that green haze which betokened the shore. Its clustered chimneys wero discernable oven from the boat Miss Maria liked that house, and thought if ever she became its mistress, how easily tho wild desolation of quaint flower gardens and scented orchards could be swept away to mako lawns and respectable shrubberies. This thought w.ss lingering in her head just then, making a little frown flicker over her eyebrows as sho glanced at the handsome sunbrowned face before her, and she wondered what was in his mind. Gilbort was straining his eyes shore ward, trying, if the truth was told, to make out the red tiled cottage clinging half way up tho cliff, where eight souls (and bodies) were stowed away every night in such an incredibly small amount of space. Lorrie Hindle had brought out her six brothers and old Jane for a holiday of two months by the sea, and had taken this little hut, squezing her charges in with much contrivance anyhow. Four always rushed out very early in the morning, waiving bathing towels like banners, down to tho shore. But Mr. Rowell could not see the cot tage now, and with a sigh he turned his attention to the beautiful Maria sgain. How swan-like she looked, he thought, as he helped her out of the boat a little while after, and walked with her along the smooth sand to the narrow track leading up the cliff. There was a fantastic hotel up yonder, fortunately out of sight of the village. It had been built a few summers before by an enterprising stranger. Maria and her mother had come to stay a short time at this unbeautiful structure. Gilbert's heart beat loudly as they wandered past tho red-tiled cottage. not because the soft hand of Maria rested on his arm, but on account of childish voices coming through tiny windows up there under the eaves, and Lorrie's clear tones answering: "Yes, dears, it is sure to be fine to morrow." Another one," shouted somebody, and Gilbert distinctly heard a resound ing kiss in the warm air, followed by a boy's noisy laughter. As ho said "Good night" half an hour later to the reluctant Maria, a hot blush surged over his face. He could not tell the reason why she looked up at him half questioningly with her hand in his, but Gilbert appeared to be occupied with his own thoughts, and went off down the path again, instead of up towards hi own home, when he left her. He soon reached the cottage again. Lorrie was outside now, leaning on the rugged garden wail, gazing over the glory-flooded sea; her wide hat was on the ground, and her short curls all careless upon her forehead. "Mr. Rowell," she said, with a start and an uneasy laugh, for this was the third night he had arrived exactly at the same time. He looked at her rather strangely, she thought As he took a neat on the low wall, and swung one lazy ieg backwards and forwards, he made a picture of indolence, in his boating flannels and straw hat tipped back. What comparison was there between Maria and this girl? Why. one had dresses without number, and wonderful bewitching artifices, along with wealth and worldly knowledge; the other, big gray eyes, rich red lips, tumbled curly hair, three dresses, just enough of this world's goods to get along with, and six unruly boys to mind, which nothing would mako her leave; no, not the King of England. Gilbert swung his leg more rapidly now. After a long silence, Lorrie said, gently: "A penny for your thoughts," and looked into Gilbert's eyes; then blushed fiercely at what she saw there, and moved a yard or two away from him. In the corner of the little garden, oa a summer seat made out of tho end of an old boat sat Hal, the eldest of the six boys. He was too old to retire with his brothers. He was finishing a terri ble daub in water-colors of the cottage, rain-tub and walL The rain-tub in Ins picture looked more like the cottage, and the cottage like the tub. But Hal was satisfied; he went on somo timo quite happily, not giving any of his valuable attention to the pair on tho wall, and perfectly unnoticed by them. After a time he became aware that Lorrie was sobbing: then he both stared and listened intently. Tho old tale. "I love you," was repeated once again, Gilbert's arm was around the white muslin, the curly brown head was resting at last on the white flannel jacket; tho old, old sun was going down in fiery gold once more, when Hal burst out of bis corner and stood up like a young warrior before the startled lovers. "You can't take away my sister Lor rie, Mr. Rowell." he gasped, "I'll tell you that; I'll fight you before you shall," and his dirty fists doubled in stinctively, and Lorrie sprang up. -Hal, dear, don't bo rude. I'm not going to leave you. Mr. Rowell is going to tako all of us. Just faucy, all of us, and old Jane; and we shall live at his houso up there, where you can see the light still lingering in tho win dows. There are gardens and trees, and, oh! heaps of rooms, and every thing; and Hal, you must bo good. You will, I know." Tho boy turned a bewildered gaze at Gilbert, speechless for a minute, then, seizing hold of tiie man's large hand in both his own, said: "I always said you wero real bully. and you are regular bully," and with a whoop like a savage, ho cleared the in termediate space between tho wall and cottage at a bound, mounted the narrow staircase, and went noisily into his brothers' room. Awakening them, he began to relate tho good news, with groat elation, from the back of a chair. Lorrie looked up at tho handsome philanthropist on the garden wall, and said, with a sigh: "They will bo a heap of trouble to you, I'm afraid." "Never," said Gilbert, bravely. "What are tho wholo six of them thrown in, if a fellow gets such a girl as you?" So it was settled, and as they ram bled along tho yellow sand, in the gath ering gloom, they talked of old Tim othy, whose death had brought them together that cold wind- day. but they thought not about Maria Holdsworth, or of the old saying "Men were deceiv ers ever." The white boat was tying on its side now, on the baro shore, and the pair of lovers sat down on it to rest Gilbert suddenly realized that it was only that very afternoon Maria and ho had wandered on the cliffs, and only two hours before had floated in this very boat together on the blue sea. Ah, well, he had found his vocation at last and after all it was to be care taker to six unruly boys and ono pretty girl, and, strange to say, he was satis fied. Flo Jackson, in Lced's Mercury. mam- NEW ENGLAND IDIOMS. Somo of the Noticeable Peculiarities of th Yankee Dialect. The drawing and twisting of vowels is by by no means characteristic of Ver monters, nor of Yankees in general. It is true that the offensive sounds are heard here, but it is also true that they belong to the more illiterate peopleas specially imperfect speech always does, and that they aro by no means confined to the six States. This peculiarity of speech, the one thing most insisted upon by writers upon Yankee dialect from first to last, and commonly ac cepted as the great characteristic of the people, is to-day heard more in New Jer sey than anywhere in the six States so far as I know, and is found more or less in almost all parts of the country. Again. while it is true that some genuino Yan kees, and whole communities of them, drop the "h" in such words as "when" so far as my observation goes, they are not many. The country around Boston shows this peculiarity, but I have never met it elsewhere in New England, and here it is utterly unknown. This, however, is an English thing that is preserved in England, as well as here, and may be met with in many parts of the country. Another mat ter of a lager sort than mere pronuncia tion, which is found among Yankees as well as other people, is the redundant use of negatives. Some members of the race in this section are very ingenious in piling them up. as may appear by a couple of instances "taken from life," thus: I don't s'pose there ain't nobody seen nothin o' no old feit hat nowhere? I don't s'pose you don't know of nobody that don't want to hire nobody to do nothin'? It will be observed that both these instances are questions, and that each begins with the "I don't s'pose," which comes so very often in Yankee speech. But this use of negatives is not peculiar to the Yankee any more than the drawl, although it is much more common in this locality. And in relation to the misuse of vowels one curious thing that I hav noticed is a tendency to reverse the proper sound of "a" in some cases. Thus a great many people in this sec tion, if speaking the "path to the pas ture," will have the "a" in the first word as in the "last" and in the last one as in "far," exactly reversing the proper places. The thing holds true with a great many similar words. Providence (R. J.) Journal. mm There is no man so bad but has secret respect for the good. COLD STORAGE ROOM. he Principles Inrolred mad the Staple Pima or Coaatructlou. The cold storage system is gradually growing into favor as its practicability i becomes known. Where a constant . low and dry temperature can be main j tained the principle is no longer a so j cret Nor is it necessary that the room I be made of any particular size or form. 1 It must however, be thoroughly in ' sulated in regard to keeping the "walls impervious to circulating currents of I air, except those necessary for ventila j tion, which should be small and per , fectly controllable. A plan of a very J good room is given by the California j Fruit Grower, as follows: Erect a I frame lined upon the inside with heavy I paper and varnished with shellac, then ceuea and floored with tongue and grooved material, 5-8 or 3-4 inch thick. Varnish tho entire inner surface. Be fore putting down tho paper lining and floor, fill in between tho framing dry sawdust an'd pulverized charcoal mixed. Board up the outside with tightly matched boards, filling in as you board up with the sawdust and charcoal, as well as every part of the top, excepting the door for puttingin tho ice. The door for entrance to the room must bo made to shut against broad jams and angular closures like an iron safe, so that it can not stick by swell ing. It should be made by framing and packing with sawdust and charcoal, in the same manner as tho room, which should be from 12 to 15 inches between tho walls. Frame an opening in tho ceiling large enough to let in a galvan ized sheet-iron box of sufficient size to hold as much ice as you may wish to store, or about one-tenth of tho capacity of the whole room. The ice-chamber should bo fitted into the opening tight, with a flange all around the top. It may be made of No. 18 or 20 galvan ized sheet-iron. To tho bottom attach a coil of galvanized iron or lead pipe, running two or three times around tho room, hanging on hooks or brackets, just below tho level of tho ice-box. Pass the end of tho coil through to the outside of the room and termi nate in an inverted siphon, so as to rcta'n the water within the coil up to a level just below tho bottom of the ice-box. This is for tho purpose of economizing tho cold from tho wasto water by circulating it around tho room. From tho cross beams of tho ceiling, as bearings for the weight of the ice, place two or three straps of square iron, of a size sufficient for car rying tho weight of the ico you intend putting in. Let them hang upon tho insido of tho galvanized iron box to within an inch of tho bottom. Upon these straps lay a hardwood grating. Make a galvanized iron covor to fit tignuy over tne ice cnamoer, anu a wooden one to close over tho iron one. To prevent the water which may be con densed upon the outside of tho ice chamber from dripping down upon the goods, make the bottom of the ice chamber bulge downward, so that tho condensed drops will run to tho center, i or one side, where a small pan may be hung with a small pipe leading to tho outside of tho cold room, and a siphon j attached to prevent ingress of air. The ice chamber may now bo charged with its full capacity or ice, and, if a very cold room is required, sprinkle a layer of salt between each layer of ice. This is seldom used for such rooms. Tho principle upon which this cold room is constructed is that thoro shall be no communication between tho ico with its moist vapor and the air of tho cold room. Any moisture made by cooling of the air, and which is pre cipitated upon tho iron surface of tho ice chamber, is at onco conve3ed out of the room by tho drip pan and its pipe. Hence there is no need of any special ventilation, moro than what will naturally occur by the use of the door and the small leakago through its crevices. The ice chamber requires no ventilation, hence economizes tho ice to the best advantage, while the wator from tho melting ice is turned to the best account by circulating around the room in tho waste pipe. The best temperature for eggs and fruit is about 30 degrees or any temporaturo below 40 degrees and abovo freezing, where this kind of stock is often changing by sale. If stock is to lie for a considerable time, 34 degrees should be obtained if possible. Orango Judd Farmer. Valuable Hints to Farmers. A clever trick has just come to light For instance, if a person thinks of dealing in onions, or cabbages, or any similar commodity in the fall he adver tises in the spring for persons to raise them for him on contract This brings a multitude of applications, which he answers after a few weeks1 delay, say ing his contracts aro fulL He is care ful to tell what prices he agreed to pay, which are pretty well up. In closing his letter be says he shall be in the market however, for such goods, and when they are ready for shipment he desires to be informed. This kind of talk induces most growers to plant a full stock. By this means the cun ning dealer will know right where to find what ho wants when the time comes, but of course prices will be way down then, and he will buy at almost his own figures. N. Y. Tribune. Among those who have for many years been in Government employment are the widow of the Confederate Gen eral Pickett who led the famous charge on Cemetery Ridge at Gettysburg, and a daughter of Jackson, landlord of the hotel at Alexandria, who shot Col onel Ellsworth. Both these ladies the widow of General Pickett and the daughter of Jackson were appointed to department positions by Republic can administration A QUAKER SETTLEMENT. A Quaint Resort Near th Hlghlaarfa f the Hudaoa. 'Full of interest and charm is this early settlement of the Quakers up among the breezy Highlands, at an alti tude of over thirteen hundred feet. We had heard of Mizzon-Top Hotel, but like the man in tho story Admiral Wor den so cheerfully tells against himself, didn't know but it was "some old sailor boarding-house." Admiral Worden. one of tho "fathers" of tho place, called the highest mountain, which is on his owa estate. "Maintop," and when the ques tion of naming the new hotel arose, ha suggested that if tho other mountain was "main" this was certainly "miz zen." and a moro appropriate namo could hardly be found. Across the broad piazzas and through the airy halls blows as stiff and cool a breeze as plays through ship's rigging; heat and discomfort are entirely forgotten, and tho extended view of soft-rolling coun try reminds one of a summer sea. whilo as far as the eye can reach stretches the bluo line of the Catskills. Spots of historic interest are not wanting in the neighborhood, for a twenty minutes' walk brings us to tho door of the ancient meeting-house of the Friends, built in 1764, and used eleven years !ter. during the war of independence, as a hospital for Revolu tionary soldiors. In the year 1773 General Lafayette had his headquarters near by, and not far from the fountaiu spring of tho Croton. which risos just abovo tho quaint and artistic summer residenco and studio of Mrs. E M. Scott of Now York City. Wo drove over to tho old Hicksito Church and entered within its quaint doors, with their huge iron locks. It has a large seating capacity, although tho modern mind pauses in wonder at the narrowness of the benches, until the simplo and un obtrusivo dress of the worshipers of that long-ago period is remembered. Many a story attaches to this edifice, built of oaken timbers to withstand the storni3 of another century. According to tho records it cost to build '2oG, and thoro is enough material used upon it to erect four modern structures of its size. During tho year 1778 a con siderable detachment of troops una stationed at Pawling, and for a tinia General Washington had his head quarters thore. Thero seems to bo good authority for tho statement that ho took up his residence at the old Kirby House, at tho foot of Quaker Hill, and Mrs.j Akin, mother of the lata Judge Akin, used to toll the story of its occupation in this way: "One day two aido-do camps rode up to tho door and inquiring for Mr. Fer ris, informed him that General Wash ington would like to mako his home thero for a few days. Mr. Ferris con sented and to notify all intruders that this was tho home of the Commander-in-Chief the officers fastoned a paper to tho front door reading thus: "Head quarters of General Washington." Mrs. Ferris and the girls at onco set them selves at preparing tho best chamber for the General and tho second best for the 6taff officers, and soon their illus trious guest arrived and was shown to the south chamber, ever more to be known as Washington's room." Cor. Chicago Journal. How and When to Drink Water. According to Dr. Leuf.when water is taken into the full or partly full stomach, it does not mingle with tho food, as we are taught but passes along quickly between the food and lesser curvative toward tho pylorus, through which it passes into the intestines. The secretion of mucus by the lining mom brane is constant and during tho night a considerable amount accumulates ia the stomach; some of its liquid portion is absorbed, and that which remains is thick and tenacious. If food is taken into tho stomach when in this condition it becomes coated with this mucus, and the secretion of tho gastric juice and its action aro delayed. These facts show tho valuo of a goblot of water before breakfast This washes out the tenacious mucus, and stimulates the gastric glands to secretion. In old and feeble persons water should not bo taken cold, but it may be taken with great advantage taken warm or hot This removal of the accumulated mu cus is probably one of the reasons why taking soup at the beginning of a meal has been found so beneficial. Medical Record. mum Queer Place for a Nest On the arrival of a passenger train at Derby the other day the carriage tapper found in the spring of a horse box a thrush's nest full of eggs in pro cess of incubation. This is an instance of the migration of birds which even White, of Selborne, had not the oppor tunity of observing. The passion for travel has been hitherto supposed to be confined to the featherless bipeds, and even among them it Is usually repress ed when they are expecting an addi tion to their families. What could have been the train of circumstances which led the bird to build in a railway train? It is possible that they may have been deceived by tho carriage tapper. "The woodpecker." says tho poet "makes stiller by his sound the inviolable quietneis." and perhaps they confused his note with that of the rail way official; "the spring" of tho horse box may also have contributed to their mistake. Perhaps the naturalist how ever, may have some other explanation to offer. Pall Mall Gazette. Miss Rebecca Fairbanks, the last of a family that came over in 1635, is said to be still living in a houso at Ded ham, Mass., that was brought over in the year mentioned and located on its present site at that time. The Fair banks scale men came of this family. -v- t, SJim&mmmmmmmfmiLmm tfmLMfXm1'-te .ftr jgflSi'vWL jiW.aa3fe mmm - j..:re-i. , ,