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A MODERN OPERA PLOT.
A lady (very high soprano)
Is buried in the depth of wo:
"The deeper erowB her vocal sorrow,
The higher up her head-tones go.
Uelovedby an awkward tenor,
8he clings to him with faithful heart;
3Ier brother (very heavy basao).
However, tears the pair apart.
The tenor, after sincing falsely,
Decamps and Goes to parts unknown;
'The Jady proves that this afflicts her
By flatting almost half a tone,
iShe tells her trouble to her servant,
A very faithful (alto) maid,
Who listens without much emotion,
As if she felt quite under paid.
.A marriage follows with another
(A tenor of the second class);
.Her brother seals the fatal nuptials.
And things come to a frightful pass.
.'Her lover had a round trip-ticket
When he went off to parts afar;
He comes back jubc too late to stop it;
The wedding's done and here we are!
"The lady faintB to heavy brasses;
The loyer curses with the strings;
.A tuitult follows in orchestra:
'I hen all the crowd together sings.
"The lady, after long cadenzas.
Plunges a dagger in her' breast;
'The lover doesn t seem to like it,
And drags a high 0 from his chest,
JThe brother stabs the awkward tenor,
Who doesn't know which way to fall,
'But finally becomes recumbent,
With an enormous caterwaul.
The brother, lonely and forsaken.
Upon the dead soprano calls;
The chorus, looking apathetic,
Sings on until the curtain falls.
Music and Drama.
MRS. WHITAKER'S DEAF EAR.
Mrs. Whitakers was deaf in one ear.
'Mi was her right ear, and it was stone
Mrs. "Whitaker had acquired a habit
-of sleeping upon her left side, with her
deaf ear up, and this had often been a
source of annoyance to her husband, who
was nervous and irritable, while she was
-a woman Avhose calmness and serenity of
"disposition were remarkable.
Sleeping with her deaf ear up Mrs.
Whitaker at night was rarely disturbed
'by noises which robbed her husband of
lis rest. The hum of the mosquitoes
"which maddened him was not heard by
jher. A passing thunder storm which
groused him in a summer night and sent
ihim flying about to close the windows
'would leave her in perfect
mess of its existence. The noise in the
?street and the rattling of the window-.'sashes
upon windy nights frequently filled
Mr. Whitaker with vexation as they
"deprived him of sleep; but his wife slumbered
sweetly on and heard them not.
Indeed, it rarely happened that she heard
the crying of the baby until Mr.
indignant at its refusal to go to
.-.sleep, would rouse her by shaking her,
-and would ask her to try and sooth the
Mr. Whitaker had often remonstrated
Tyith his wife about this habit of sleeping
with her deaf ear up, and she had often
replied with a promise to
"i;ry to remember to break herself of it
'tout somehow or other it continued to
"ding to her.
One night in winter time Mr.
sat up in his library till a late
ihour reading a book in which he was
-very much interested. His wife retired
"early. Mr. Whitaker finally closedvhis
:book, and after locking the front door
went down in the cellar, in accordance
with his custom, to see if the furnace
Tfire had been fixed properly for the
.might. While he was poking it a gust of
"wind came through the screen upon one
of the cellar windows and slammed the
"door leadinginto the back hallway above,
trough which he had come. For a moment
Mr. Whitaker did not think of the
natter particularly, but suddenly he remembered
that he had put a spring lock
on the other side of that door, and the
thought struck him that the catch might
-possible be down. He ascended the stairs
-and tried the door. The catch was down ;
.and he had no key. He was locked in
"the cellar, for the key of the out-cellar
"door he knew was in the kitchen.
He could hardly think what he had
"better do about the matter, but finally Ke
-concluded to try to make his wife hear
liim and come to his rescue. He seized
the long and heavy furnace poker, and
inserting the crook of it above the bell--wire
that ran along the joist of the cellar
ceiling he pulled. The bell jangled loudly,
ibut it was in the kitchen and Mrs. Whitaker
was in the front room in the second
.-story. Would she hear it? He pulled
the wire again, twice ; then he sat down
on the steps and waited. There was no
response. It then flashed upon the mind
of the imprisoned man that Mrs. Whitaker
was probably sleeping with the deaf
This increased his growing irritation,
cand he pulled the bell-wire with the
jpoker fifteen or twenty times.
" I could hear that a mile from here if
-1 were as deaf as a post!" he exclaimed
as he threw the poker on the floor and
Ttookhis seat again; with the bell still
But Mrs. Whitaker did not hear the
enoise, for no sound of her coming reached
the ears4 of her impatient and indignant
He grevr angrier ever moment. He
ifelt a sense of injustice. It seemed unwind,
inhuman for his wife to be sleep-ling
away calmly up stairs while he was
'flocked up in the dismal recesses of the
" I'll make her hear me or I'll break
something," he exclaimed, seizing
"the poker and hooking it upon
the bell-wire, Then he pulled
"the wire with such furious energy
that he broke rt, and the jangling of the
'Ml died away into silence.
"It is little short of scandalous," said
Mr. Whitaker, in a rage. it I have
aapoken so often to Ellen about sleeping
"With her deat ear up, tnat it iooks use
nnalice, deliberate, fiendish malice when
ahe persists in doing it.
What should he do next? ' He could
3iot stay in the cellar all night, and he
did not like to batter down the door with
J.bA A li a rmvli mi rrTlt' Ho Went
to the furnace and with tne help of the
"liatchet from the kindling-wood pile he
-cut the tin flue which conveyed the heat
up to Mrs. Whitaker's room. Certainly
'& could compel her to hear him now.
He put his mouth to the broken flue and
called " Then he
stopped and listened. He thought he
could hear Ellen breathing softly in her
sleep, but he was not certain. He called
again more loudly, and then put his
fingers in his mouth and whistled.
"Probably I can wake the baby anyhow,
and the baby will wake her," he
said; but no response came down the
flue. The baby seemed to be sleeping
with almost supernatural soundness, and,
manifestly, Mrs. Whitaker had her deaf
Mr. Whitaker was almost beside himself
with rage. "A woman," he said,
" who would treat her husband in such
a manner as this is capable of anything.
Either Ellen will stop sleeping with her
deaf ear up, or we will separate." A
third time he applied his Hds to the
tin pipe and bawled into it until he was
hoarse. He thought he heard his spouse
walking across the floor, but when he
called again there was no response.
The soul of Mr. Whitaker was filled
with gloom. In his anger he indulged
in sardonic humor. "I suppose she
rather relishes having me down in the
cellar here all night; it is a good joke!
But let her take care! She may laugh
upon the other side of her mouth before
we are done with this business!" And
he laughed a wild and bitter laugh.
Poor Mrs. Whitaker, sleeping sweetly
up stairs, in perfect unconsciousness,
would have been deeply pained to learn
how gravely her husband had wronged
"I must get out of here somehow or
other," said Mr. Whitaker. "The window
is small, but I can crawl through it,
I reckon, if I try."
He unhooked the frame containing the
wire screen which protected the window
and pushed it outward. Then procuring
a wash tub and climbing from it to the
window sill he thrust his head out and
dragged his body through. When he
reached the front pavement his face was
covered with cobwebs and his clothes
with coal dust; but he exulted in the
thought that he was a free man.
He took his dead-latch key from his
pocket and was about to try and open
the front door, when he remembered that
he had locked the door and put up the
chain bolt. There was no use trying to
ring the bell. The wire was broken, and
Mrs. Whitaker wouldn't hear the bell if
the wire hadn't been broken. There was
but one last hope of making her hear,
and that was by throwing gravel stones
against the window. Mr. Whitaker tried
the experiment. The first handful produced
no effect. The sleeper did not
hear it. Neither did she hear the second
handful, nor the third, nor the tenth,
which was dashed against the glass with
such violence that Mr. Whitaker expected
to see it shivered to fragments.
Mr. Whitaker was at his wit's end.
There was a faint light burning in the
room, and as he looked up at it and
thought of his wife slumbering quietly
on while he was in such great trouble,
his wrath grew so fierce that he felt ca
pable of doing something really terrible
But what should he do? The
xor lady was as much beyond
lis reach, for the time, as if she
lad been in China. He thought for a
moment of trying to borrow a ladder.
but where could he get a ladder in the
middle of the night? No; as his sense
of personal injury deepened he more and
more resolved that he would punish
Ellen somehow for her indifference. As
he could not obtain admission to his
own house why should he not fly?
Why should he not go off somewhere
and give his wife something to worry
over in repayment for all the wrong she
had inflicted upon him by persisting,
against his earnest and repeated' remonstrance,
in sleeping with her deaf
Mr. "Whitaker turned passionately
away from the house and walked rapidly
down the street. He had no particular
destination in his mind, but he hurried
along with a vague notion that he might
perhaps go to a hotel when he felt
calmer. In a few moments he came to
the railroad depot not far from his dwelling.
It was brilliantly lighted, and as
he looked at it he remembered that a
train started for New York at midnight.
He walked into the waiting-room.
The minute hand on the huge
marble clock indicated three or four
minutes to twelve. Mr. Whitaker rushed
up to the ticket office and bought a
ticket for New York. Then he hurried
into the car and took a seat. He had
upon his head his smoking-cap, so that
his appearance did not excite remark.
Presently the train started, and Mr.
Whitaker actually felt a kind of malicious
joy as be thought he would soon
be far away from his wife.
It was a slow train, and he had plenty
of time to think, and as he thoughthis passion
began to cool, and the conviction
began to press in upon him that he had
been behaving very foolishly. How
absurd it was to blame poor Ellen be?
cause he had locked himself in the cellar!
He pictured her lying by the side
of the baby, calm in the belief that he
was still sitting in the library. This recalled
to his mind her deaf ear and her
fondness for sleeping with it up. Then
he had a revulsion or feeling, and he began
to grow angry again. But this was a
mere flash. Steadily he advanced toward
a more reasonable view of the situation,
and as ho did so he concluded that it would
be a great act of folly to go all the way
to New York. He asked the conductor
the name of the next station. It was
Bristol. He made up his mind to get
out there and to go home early in the
morning. He really felt bad to think
how much alarmed and distressed his
wife would be when she discovered his
When he stepped from the train at
Bristol rain was falling quite rapidly,
and one feeble light in front of the station
shone through the deep darkness.
Mr. Whitaker inquired of the man upon
the platform the way to a hotel, and then
he started to go to it. In descending the
wet and slippery steps of the platform he
lost his footing and fell. He was very
much hurt and found that he could not
rise. He called for help, and when the
railroad man the only man that was
anywhere about came to him, he discovered
that further assistance would be
required, for Mr. "Whitaker's leg was
The man soon brought three other
men7 and placing the hurt man upon a
board they carried him to the hotel and
sent for a doctor.
. If Mr. Whitaker, sitting in the car, had
thought himself a very foolish man.
what did Mr. Whitaker, lying far away
from home in a wretched hotel, with his
leg broken, thinkof. himself? Sir. Whitaker
thought that if there was a colossal
idiot on this earth, he was that person
Early in the morning he sent a
gram to his wife, urging her to come to
im at once, and right speedily came a
reply from her, saying that she would
take the train which ordinarly reached
Bristol at nine o'clock.
From the window of his bed room in
the hotel the invalid could seethe station
and the railroad, and as he watched
them, while he longed for the train to
come, he tried to arrange in his mind,
for his wife, an explanation of his conduct
which would present it in the best
Senseless anger is one of
the things that defies justification,
and a man's very sense that his
wife's love makes her capacity for forgiveness
almost illimitable only tends to
deepen his shame when he is conscious of
having wronged her.
Mr. Whitaker resolved, after thinking
the matter over, that the best thing to do
would be frankly to confess his fault and
to throw himself upon his wife s mercy.
He heard the whistle which announced
the approach of the nine o'clock train.
The tram came in view and drew up at
the station. Mr. "Whitaker looked
eagerly at the persons who got out of the
cars, but Ellen was not among them.
She had riot come. He fell back upon
the bed with a sigh and began again to
grow angry with her.
But the poor woman was on the train.
Alarmed by the discovery when she rose
in the morning that Mr. Whitaker was
not in the house, her alarm was increased
when she received the telegram sent
by him. What could be the explanation
of the mystery of his disappearance? She
was so agitated that she could hardly
prepare for the journey. But she reached
the depot and got into the car, and
began to move toward Bristol. Somewhat
weary from too great nervous excitement,
she placed her muff against
the frame of the car window and rested
her head upon it, while her veil covered
her closed eyes. Unhappily she had
arranged herself with ker deaf ear up,
and so she did not hear the conductor
when he shouted "Bristol!" and she was
so deeply absorbed in thinking of Mr.
Whitaker that she did not notice that
the train had stopped.
When he found that his wife had not
come, Mr. Whitaker made up his mind
to go home at all hazards. A steamboat
stopped at the wharf at half-past nine,
on its way to the city; and borne upon a
litter he had himself carried on board.
In an hour he was at the city wharf,
whence a wagon carried him to his house.
He was shocked and 'disappointed to ascertain
from the servant that Mrs. Whitaker
had gone to see him in the train in
which she said she would go. He could
not comprehend why she had missed him ;
and all day long he lay in bed worrying
about her and wondering why she did
Mrs. Whitaker got back to Bristol
about noon, and ascertained by inquiry
that her husband had returned, with a
broken leg, to the city. There was no
train that she could take until four
o'clock, and she spent the interval in inquiring
about the accident to Mr. Whitaker
and in trying vainly to ascertain the
reason of his extraordinary conduct.
About half-past five o'clock he heard
her voice in the lower entry. He listened
eagerly to her quick footsteps upon the
stair3. Then she flung the door open.
Mrs. Whitaker did not speak as she entered
the room. She uttered a little cry,
flew to the bedside, and put her arms
about her husband's neck and kissed him.
Mr. Whitaker felt that if he should
have exact justice dealt him he would be
sent to the scaffold.
When she had nearly smothered him
with kisses she sat down beside him, and
taking hold of his hand said:
"And now, dearest, tell me what
caused all this strange trouble?"
"Why, you know, Ellen," said Mr.
Whitaker, "it was your deaf ear!"
" How do you mean!"
" You slept with it up."
And then Mr. Whitaker related the
whole story, and as he did so his wife be
gan to cry.
"lam so sorry," she said. "I will
promise you never to sleep with my deaf
ear up again; never, never, never!"
"Ellen, responded Mr. Whitaker, "you
will do me a favor if you will always
sleep with it up and stuff cotton in your
other ear beside! I have behaved like a
Then the doctor, who had been vainly
pulling at the broken bell-wire, knocked
upon the front door and came in to examine
Mr. Whitaker's fractured leg.
Wire Fences as Telephones.
Some observing genius has suggested
that the loneliness of home life on the
Western prairies, where farm-houses are
often miles apart, may be alleviated by
a general utilizing of fence wires for
telephonic communication. As in some
sections of the country all the fences are
of wire most of the " plant" for several
private telephones is already in possession
of every farmer, so only terminal
fixtures are necessary to a free interchange
of gossip between families that
are too far apart for neighborly calls in
bad weather. The plan certainly has
attractive features. If it Avere adopted
the farmer's wife, when so tired of the
monotony of home life that she can get
no comfort indoors except by slapping
the children and pecking at her husband,
can drop into a rocking chair near the
telephone and chat as cheerily with a
distant neighbor as if she had never had
a trouble in her life. Then she could
give her husband a chance and let him
swap horses and exchange crop prospects
with the " boys " at the nearest village
store. Aside from its convenience, such
a telephone would be a great educator,
for when in use by the gentler sex it
would do what society rules have always
been unequal to it would compel women
to talk one at a time. N. Y. Her aid
Memorial Hall, erected by Philadelphia
for the Exhibition of 1876 at a
cost of $1,500,000, and intended to stand
as a reminder of that event, is serving
the latter purpose by requiring very
extensive, repairs. The roof cannot hold
itself up much longer, and other parts of
the pretentious structure are falling to
Care of Kitchen Flodrm
I paint my kitchen floor each spring,
and occasionally in the fall. I apply
two coate, as follows: In the firsf place
we keep on hand a can of boiled linseed
oil, a can of japan, and a bottle of spirits
of turpentine. I prefer the boiled oil,
as it dries better, ana also gives the paint
a gloss that is not attained in the use of
raw oil. I take two quarts of this oil, a
pint of japan, and one-half teacupful of
spirits of turpentine, and stir in three or
four pounds of French yellow ochre,
making it just thick enough to spread
with the brush. A sixty-cent brush is
good enough. After the work is done in
the afternoon, the floor is mopped with
weak soap-suds, in which is put a trifle
of washing soda. After it dries for half
am hour or so, it is ready for the paint.
The first coat is then spread on, and in
the morning it will be quite hard. But
I have a few strips of boards laid down,
so as not to walk on it too much, and the
children must be kept out for three or
four days. The second afternoon another
coat is spread on in like manner,
and in less than a week the paint will be
firmly set. Sometimes I have added a
pound or two of white lead, but I have
not been able to see much, if any, 'advantage
in it. One year I used all white
lead, and made it a dark slate color, by
adding a little lampblack, but the floor
never looked clean, and had a dingy appearance.
Painting the floor saves a large amount
of work, for then if you spill grease on
it, all you have to do is to wash it off with
warm, weak soap suds, when it will look
clean and neat. In case one does not use
a carpet on the dining-room flocr,it should
be painted in the same manner. A kitchen
floor kept well painted will last at
least twenty years, if not more, while the
same floor would not survive more than
a half dozen under the ordinary scrubbing
with a floor thus painted, and the
house grained and varnished, the labor
of keeping it clean is but a trifle compared
to the old plan of an unpainted
kitchen. In the cleaning of grained
work pure, tepid water is the best. And
here is where the wife is to have charge,
to order and direct when and how the
kitchen is to be kept in order. If she is
able to look after it, it is her duty to do
so not that she is compelled to do the
work, but to know how it is to be done,
and to order and superintend the doing.
The farmer's wife or the mechanic s
wife cannot shirk this duty, even if she
have six children to look after. The
lady, in city or country, who is to be
waited upon by a score of servants, and
who hires her thinking and planning
done for her, does not come within my
list, for she has other skeletons in the
closet more portentious than the care of
six children, her husband s neatness, or
the mangement of the household.
To the farmer's wife the kitchen is a
small kingdom, over which she rules as
does the husband on the farm, or the
workman at his bench. With a good,
smooth, nicely painted floor, white ceiling,
grained wood worh, handy closets,
shelves and drawers, a large stove of
range, on which is a tot-water tank,
homing fifteen to twenty gallons, etc.,
she will be enabled to do her work ana
always have warm water for a bath.
Should she need help, her husband can
fill up-the water tank each morning, fill
the coal or wood box, and Carry out the
slops. Married life on the farm is a cooperative
association, in which husband
and wife have a joint interest, and must
mutually aid each other. Cor. Chicago
First-Class Road Horses
Very fast roadsters are the most valuable
in the market of any class of horses
produced, being in demand at high prices
for gentlemen's driving. The extravagant
prices paid for these fliers by
wealthy gentlemen who have a pride in
owning fine-styled drivers, that will 'take
the lead on the road, is sometimes almost
incredible. Any breeder who
raises first or second-class trotters can
find a market for them at high figures.
Those able to trot a mile in 2:25 or better
will sell for $5,000 to 10,000, both
the first and second class, with good style,
finding a ready market at these high
figures, and bringing considerable more
for private driving than they are worth
for public racing. The principal reason
why breeders train and fit their colts for
the track, and enter them for trotting
engagements is, that they want to exhibit
their speed and style of going to the
public, with a view of negotiating with
private parties for their sale for gentle-,
men's driving horses. It is often, not
the temptation to win large sums in
purses that induces owners to engage
their stock in trotting circuits, for it is
only the fastest steeds that win any considerable
amount over expenses in the
trotting circuits, but breeders enter their
ntock in these trotting events to give
them market value. There is an extensive
demand for roadsters,
that will continue to increase as the
country grows in wealth and population.
Should the present wonderful rate of increase
continue for the next forty years,
it requires but little sagacity to foresee
that we must double our animal and
vegetable productions in order to supply
the demands of our own population. No
breeder need to be discouraged for fear
that the market will be overstocked with
horses, for the foreign and home demand
will more than equal the supply for half
a century to come. The present demand,
and future prospects, oughtto encourage
the breeder to raise an additional
supply of all kinds of stock to meet the
rapidly increasing demand at home and
abroad. So long as the public prefer fast
roadsters for driving purposes, they will
pay a jjood profit on the cost of production.
The public demand for fast driving
horses has taken from the track some of
its brightest ornaments, which have been
purchased and retired from the racecourse
to private stables. The intense rivalry
between gentlemen of wealth to have
the fastest roadsters, has prompted them
to purchase the most famous horses on
the turf, at extravagantly high prices,
for their own use. Speed and style are
the qualities they require, and the more
of these a horse possesses, the higher the
price he will command. National Live
A Jersey City woman thought to
trap her husband by flirting with hini on
the street, and when he had given himself
dead away he felt so cheap that ho
tried to drown himself in eighteen inches
of water. N. Y. Graphic.
What Becomes of Old Hen in New York.
The gold-hunting that forms the passion
of mo3t men in the metropolis
is not dimmed by age, except in instances
where the man has the resolution to stop
when he has got enough, and the decision
of character to spend his declining daysin
quiet enjoyment. It is often said that
avarice is the strongest passion, and survives
all the rest. In the haunts of business
one is struck by the number of aged
and infirm men who are in pursuit of
more wealth with more acerbity of spirit
than the youngest men about them.
Their orbit of life is the size of a dollar.
They move about it day by day until a
law of nature carries them out into
boundless space and darkness. There is
no spectacle of beautiful old age to be
seen in this city. The babies on the
avenues in the morning, or in the park,
attract the eye. The youths at play get
a glance, the strong young men and
graceful young women engage the
and the great tide of humanity on
its ebb and flow to and from business fills
out the picture, but there is no repose
and serene contentment to be seen among
the aged. The old Romans used to kill
the old men. In modern Gotham the
practical result is not much different.
The old men are laughed out of the clubs;
they are stowed away in the top room
next to the servants in the mansions of
their sons or daughters; they are often
put into some home for the aged, where
they will not trouble their relatives, or
they are declared insane, to prevent
consumption of the their property, or
their making a will in resentment for
neglect. It is certainly a misfortune to
be old in New York, and to be physically
dependendent upon others.
It, therefore, turns out to a sort of
self-protection to keep in business until the
click of the reaper's scythe. The mind
grows by what it feeds upon, and it is
remarkable what a thirst for gold
mark the lives of the aged men. You
will not see them by the sea, or in the
parks at rest, and those you see at Sara
toga are or the richest type, with gouty
limbs, but with a firm mental grasp upon
their estates. A physician of much
practice among the aged says that he
finds that most millionaires in their last
days are haunted by the fear of dying
poor. A millionaire committed suicide
not long ago in this city. The fact was
hushed up, and was kept out of the newspapers
in its true light. He had given
up business, had started upon a life of
ease and retirement, had $600,000 in
Government bonds, and was in a position
to be of use to his fellow men. His mind
had been contracted too long to expand,
and he began after a short time to cut
down his household expenses, and refused
to eat steak because he could not,
he said, afford it. The reduction of interest
to four per cent on Government
bonds, he contended, robbed him of a
third of his property in one year, and in
two year3 more all of it would be gone,
and he would die in the poor house. No
argument could change him, and at last
Via Poino rrrofln onrl TtrVion Vio
sician arrived he exclaimed, with an oath
and a laugh: "Ive got three hours the
start of you; I told you I wasn't going
to die a poor man!" Another rich man
who recently died, practically starved
himself to death, and he did not have
monev enough in the house to buy crape
for the door-bell; yet he had $20,000 in
cash idle in a bant, and his sons are now
fighting over his property. The impetus
given to the passion of money-getting in
New York is so strong that a man either
pursues the purpose until he gets upon
his death-bed, or he shrivels up in mind
and spirits to be a miser as soon as he
ceases to have something to do. The
number of aged men who are devoting
the last years of their lives to making
life easier for others is very small in this
busy city. N. Y. Cor. St. Louis Republican.
A Bonanza in Blood.
" Now, if I told you the cold fact that
I saw human beings in whose veins flow
the blood of all the five races into which
mankind is divided, you wouldn't believe
it, would you? And you would
say I never carried a little hatchet, using
mild language, wouldn't you?" said a
well-known histrionic gentleman, ju3t returned
from the Sandwich Islands, to a
reporter of the Chronicle last evening.
" No, I would not believe it," was the
"Well, here's the case, and it is a genuine
one: The present Mrs. Brown, of
Honolulu, was born in the Hawaiian
Kingdom. Her father wa3 part negro
and part American Indian, and her
mother a native Hawaiian woman. In
Mrs. Brown's veins, therefore, flowed the
blood of three races the negro, the Indian,
and the Malay. So far, so good,
eh? Mrs. Brown's first husband was a
Chinaman ; and a daughter by that marriage,
now the wife of the Rev. Dr. Lyman,
a clergyman at Hilo, united in her
veins the blood of four yellow,
or Mongolia, being added to her mother's
mixed life blood. Now Mrs. Lyman is
the mother of children by a Caucasian
father, and don't that make those innocent
little ones carry a very mixed kind
of blood, uniting, so to speak, all the
colors white, black, red, yellow, and
brown?" San Francisco Chronicle.
Thos. J. Lenhart, formerly a resident
of New Philadelphia, O., butforthe past
year or two of the West, accidentally
killed his own little boy in the following
singular manner. He was moving a
heavy piano box, and the little child in
crossing the room ran under it just as he
had raised one end. Mr. Lenhart's
strength failed him just at the fatal moment
when the child was under the box,
and he was compelled to let it drop.
The child was crushed in a shapeless
mass, nearly even" bone in its bodybeing
broken. Chicago" Times
The Supreme Court of California
has granted a new trial to Clarence Gray,
convicted of murder in the second degree
for killing Glancey, a newspaper man, on
the ground that the jury did so much
drinking during the trial as to incapacitate
them for serious consideration of the
evidence given. It appears that during
the eight days of the trial four five-gallon
kegs of beer, five gallons of wine, ten
1 - ttles of claret, and considerable whisky
were purchased by the jury at their own
expense, and consumed by them, without
the knowledge of the court. Chicaqo
The Dallas Times rejoices over the
fact tfiat the penny .is to be the currency in
use in xexas. ....
Jews in the United States.
It will surprise a good many people td
be told that there are not more than 250,-'
000 Jews in this country, or one to every
200 of the population. The common error
in regard to. their numbers is probably
due to the fact that most Jews are engaged
in active business, in
ing or banking, and are established in the
principal streets of our great cities, where?
they are constantly under the public eye.
The recent exodus from Russia has also
contributed to give exaggerated notions
of their multitude. According to the
census of 1880 there are 230,984 Jews ini
the United States. The emigration from)
Russia has added some 17,000 to the
number, so that the total Jewish popular
tion of the country may be estimated, asJ.
above, at about 250,000. The Russian!
Jews are strictly orthodox, close observers
to the rites and ceremonies of their4
ancient religion, while the great majority
of the Jews in this country are Hebrews
only in race. Of the 60,000 Jews-in the
city of New York not more than 5 per
cent belong to the synagogues, so that in.
the matter of religion the Russia Jews
are further removed from their relatives
who came to this country from Germany
and Austria than the latter are from.
Of the total number of Jews in the
United States New York has 80,518;
Pennsylvania, 20,000; Illinois, 12,525;
Callifornia, 18,580; and Ohio, 12,581
these five States containing more than,
half the Jews of the entire country.
There are 10,337 Jews m Maryland,
8,500 in Massachusetts, 7,538 in Louisiana,.
7,380 in Missouri, 5,593 in New Jerseyr
and the rest are scattered over the country,
busily plying trade, from Maine to
Oregon. More than two-thirds of all the
Jews of the country are congregated in
the principal cities. New York contains
60,000; San Francisco, 16,000;
Brooklyn, 14,000; Philadelphia, 13,000?
Chicago, 12,000; Baltimore, 10,000; Cincinnati,
8,000; Boston, 7,000; St. Louis, 6,-500;
New Orleans, 5,000; Cleveland,3,500;
Newark, 3,500, and so on down the list...
The attachment of the Jews to trade and!
banking, which necessarily attracts them,
to large cities, is a remarkable instance
of the perpetuation of traits when forced?
in a certain direction. The ancient
dwellers in Palestine were shepherds and
farmers, and their attachment to pastoral
and agricultural life is abundantly attested
in their poetry. But Christian
persecution left them in Europe no pursuits
but merchandising, banking and.
money-lending. Until comparatively
modern times Jews were not permitted
to own real estate in Christian countries.
They could enter neither of the learned,
professions nor be apprenticed in any of:
the guilds of merchandise because of the
Christian prejudices against their race.
Of necessity, therefore, their pursuits;
were narrowed to merchandising and'
money-lending, until they have become
by the law of evolution the bankers off
the world. The hostility to the Jewsf
that has recently manifested itself in
Germany, to say nothing of the persecutions
to which they have been subjected!
by the semi-barbarian Russians, is due
in about equal degree to their superior
skill in business and to the liberality off
their politics. In former times Christian
kings applied the thumb-screw and the
rack to extort from the Jew banker a revelation
of the hiding-place of his treasure,
and thus obtain a forced loan. But
we have changed all that now. Nowadays
the rulers of nations go to the-Jewish
capitalists of London and Parig
and ask them to put a loan on the market,
and wars are made and cities bombarded
by Christian fleets to enforce
payment. It was not surprising when it
was announced some time ago from London:
"Little doing on 'Change to-day, aa
it is a Jewish holiday," Christian per-,
secutions have made, in a long process of
time, the descendants of the shepherds,
and peasant farmers of Judea the moneylenders
of the world. Nothing else was
left for them. After awhile, under the
operation of the perfect social and political
freedom of the United States, and
the constant process of assimilation, the
pursuits of .the Jews will take as wide a.
range as those of the rest of their fellow-countrymen.
Our White-Pine Supply.
The announcement made by authority"
of a Government Bureau that the white-pine
forests of the United States would
at the present rate of consumption furnish
less than twelve years' supply of
that indispensable imber, although,
copied into most of tne papers, has not
received the general attention which it
deserves, and probably will not until the
advancing cost of pine lumber brings the
lesson forcibly home to the public mind.
The advance has, however, already begun,
the price of pine-land in the great
timber-producing States having doubled
within a few weeks, and the question of:
the employment of some other materia!
for the coarser use of building is earnestly
discussed among architects and contractors.
On some accounts the substitution.
of hard wood for pine in the finishing of
houses would tend to promote their solidity
as well as their artistic merit, both:
of which are compromised by the universal
habit of using hard wood only in
the form of veneers and casings upon
grounds of cheaper material; but a decided
progress will have to be made in
the art of seasoning and working the
timber of deciduous trees before it can
be used in large pieces in a way to satisfy
those accustomed to the straightness
smoothness and unvarying character of
pine. For framing, spruce and hemlock,
with whitewood in the Southern and
Middle States, will probably soon occupy
the field entirely, and the makers of
laths and shingles will perhaps transfer
their industry to the forests of hemlock
or arbor-vitae. For interior finish, ash,
nak, including many kinds now rejected,
chestnut, black birch, walnut and elm,
may be turned to good account, while
fo" exterior work the deciduous varieties
will probably be introduced before
long, for the sake of variety, if not of
economy, and with tnem a style of design
different from that now practiced,
to which they are totally unsuited.
k. Chicago paper tells of a ven nor
K T 1
bridfi who. a iiftpr linr wnim
discovered that her husband wasa detected
thief. "When in this blissful period
her husband suddenly ' called on her to
fly with him, she responded without a
question, and follodf ,him oyer the
border to Canida." ' -