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BRUCB CHAMP, Publivfier.
X mark two oitios, side by side,
And dally both are growing;
"From morn till night a restless tide
Thipugh all .their streets is flowing.
lnJbothvthey break.the prairie's sod.,
. With spade, and pick, and shovel:
Houses to build for man's abode
The mansion and the hovel.
The sunshine on their marble streams
Alike in both these oities;
And Night's fair lamp, with softer beams,
Their sleeping silence pities.
Twin cities they, and side by side, .
With equal thrift they bourgeon;
One built with toil, and cost, ana pride,
And one none need to urge on.
For one, the city is of Life-Astir
with noise and bustle ;
And one, unwont to noise and strif. ,
Owns Death'its mute apostle. '
In one the tide of trafflo rolls
In flows and ebbs of passion, ' x:
The hoarse bell in the other toll!
The knell of fitful fashion.
Spread, living men, your city wide, .
Build cottage, hall and mansion;
The other oity, by its side,
Must grow with like expansion.' ' '
For every house with roof anifioor, "
That makes Life's city TiroaTler, "
Of narrow homes there must be more,
Where Death is speechless warder.
And, in'the end, my faith discerns ' -
Their modes of being vary;
Man's palace to the dust returns, i '-
Life to the cemetery. ' ' ' '
The city of the silent host
Shall wake from dust's dejection,
And captive Death his qmpty boast '
TTiirVi vn tliA 'RnmrranHnn I
William 0. Richards, in Youth's Companion.
3IE. GRUBBY'S OLD POCKET-BOOK.
One warm day in June, when the sky
was all covered with flying black clouds,
and the distant hills half hidden by a
thick veil of gray mist, Hope Hunter
soampered along a wide country road
that ran between the school-house' in
the village of Burbank and her home,
which was about a mile distant.
Hope was in a desperate hurry to
reach home'before the rain fell, for she
wore her new blue dres3, and her
mother had said, as she fastened the
"Now, Hope, this dress looks very
nicely, and it took me a long while to
make it. So try not to spoil .it in one
day, as you did your last."
Hope looked anxiously at the frowning
sky as she flew along, her school-bag
swinging on her arm and her hat
pushed far back on her head. She had
almost reached the garden gate, when
her foot caught in a projecting roof of
an oak tree in the road, and she fell
full length upon the ground, strewing
the contents of her bag in all directions.
The tears stood in Hope's eyes as she
collected the scattered articles and
crammed them hastily back in the bag.
They were all safe, but the beautiful
Tpenknife her father had given her as a
birthday gift, and that she could find
nowhere. A steep bank covered with
long grass and weeds sloped away from
the road near the tree over whose roots
Hope had just now fallen. As the
knife was not upon the road, it must
have slipped over this bank. So Hope
sorambled upon the gnarled roots and
Yes, there it was, shining brightly
among the grass and leaves. She
jumped down, snatched it up, and was
about to spring back to the road, when
her eye fell upon an old leather pocket-book
lying close to where she had found
her knife, and half hidden under a large
stone. Hope picked it up, and, climbing
back to the road, unbuckled the
broad strap with whioh it was fastened,
and looked in. It was filled with
neatly folded and crowded together
so closely that the pocket-book bulged
in all directions.
"I thought it couldn't have any
money in it," said Hope; "it looked too
old and greasy. Some one must have
thrown it away. Oh, how nice and
thick!" she exclaimed, as the paper
rustled between her fingers "just the
think to make pin-wheels of."
At this moment a large drop of rani
tfell from a cloud and splashed down
upon Hope's nose. She flung the pocket-book
hastily on the ground, thrust the
papers into her bag, and ran hurriedly
down the path to the house. The rain
Jfell briskly as she'flung open the hall
door and ran panting into the front
room, where her mother sat reading a
"Did the rain catch my little girl?"
aaid mamma, as Hope lifted up her
mouth for a kiss.
"Oh, no, I ran too fast," answered
Hope, laughing. "I ran so fast that I
tripped over the scrubby roots of that
old tree on the road."
"Did you hurt yourself?'7 inquired
her mother, anxiously.
"Those roots must be cut off," said
mamma, going to the window and looking
out. "Only yesterday I saw old
Mr. Grubby stumble headlong across
the road. He might nave killed himself."
"Mamma, there's that nice sailor man
who gave me the little ship," said Hope,
suddenly, pointing out of the window to
a young man -who was just then crossing
the road "Mrs. Barns' son, you
inow." . . A
"Dear! dear! the root has tripped
him up, too," cried Mrs. Hunter.
"He is not hurt, mamma. See! he
jumped up as lightly as a bird. I wonder
what he is looking at in his hand?
Oh, I see now it's the old pocket-book."
"What pocket-book, Hope?" inquired
"I found an old pocket-book on the
bank, but it was so greasy that I threw
"Hope, the postman brought a letter
jfor you this morning from .your cousin
Amy," said Mrs. Hunter, turning away
from the window, and forgetting all
about the pocket-book. , - 4
"Did .Amy write allherself ?' inquired
Hope, wondefingly. .
"I think so." answered her mother,
with a smile. -
"Please read it to me mamma; I can't
Tead writing very well."
"This'Hs what Amy writes," said Mrs.
Hunter, holding the letter so that Hope
could see it distinctly, and pointing to
each word with a needle:
TVB'iT7 nnnCTV 7TVtVI7 T dm nAmnMliAmA
qytfqjfltey. I kV& new doll and doll carriage.
Don forget to make the pin-wheels you
promised. Tour ever-loving" cousin, Amy."
"I think that's a very nice letter,"
said Hope, as her mother finished reading.
"I'll go right away and make
the pin-wheels if you will let me have
your sharp scissors, mamma."
"Yes, dear, you may have them. And
J will go and tell Sam to cut those roots
in the road before they do any serious
As her mother left the room Hope
took the scissors from the work-basket,
and the paper she had found in the old
ocketrbook from-her bag, and skipped
upstairs to her little play-room in the
The rain wag pattering over the roof
and dashing against the window-panes
as Hope seated herself upon the floor
and began her work. The paper she
had found was of a light blue color,
with a narrow dark blue line close to
the edge. Hope spread these strips of
paper out upon her knee and counted
them over. There were twelve in all,
and just twice as long as they were
broad; and as a pin-wheel must be
square, Hope cut them in two, and had
soon made twenty-four pale blue pin-wheels.
The few words written on
each side did not mar the beauty at all,
for Hope had-hidden these so carefully
that no one, unless by looking very
closely, would have discovered that the
paper was not perfectly clean.
When they were finished and pinned
to their handles Hope stacked them in
one corner of the room, and looked
proudly at her handiwork.
"There!" said she, aloud. "Amy can
write a letter, but she can't make pin-wheels
like those. I'll leave them up
here until next Saturday, so that they
will not be spoiled. This is TWsrlav.
and Wednesday, Thursday and Friday
are three more," said Hope, counting
on her fingers. "That's a long time."
Then she closed the door and went down
The next day as Hope came home
from school she saw a large crowd collected
around William Barns' house,
and heardloud voices within. She hurried
home with the news to her mother.
'I am afraid they are going to arrest
William Barns for stealing," said her
"What has William Barns stolen?"
cried Hope, in astonishment.
"Old Mr. Grubby accuses him of
stealing a great many hundred dollars. ' '
"Oh, mamma! I don't believe he
ever stole anything, he has such a nice
brown face and always smiles at me."
"lam afraid that is no proof of his
innocence," said her mother, patting
her on the head. "But I am very sorry
for poor Mrs. Barns."
Hope thought frequently of William
Barns during the week, and missed his
kind face in the village. It made her
feel quite sorrowful to see the door of
his house closed, and the shades drawn
down over the windows. But when the
day for Amy's return came, Hope forgot
everything else in the delightful expectation
of seeing her cousin and pre
senting her the wonderful pin-wheels.
It was no easy task to carry twenty-four
paper pin-wheels safely through
the village streets, So Hope thought,
as she moved slowly along, with her
eyes fixed upon them in anxiety for
their safety. She was so intent upon
this that she ran plump against a boy
standing in the road. Hope looked up
to see who it was, and warn him not to
break her pin-wheels, when she found
that she was close by the Court-house,
and that there were five or six people
standing around the door talking excitedly.
The boy Hope stumbled against was
one of her school-mates, so she said:
"What's the matter in the Courthouse,
"William Barns stole old Grubby's
pocket-book crammed full of money,"
answered Tom, "and they're trying him
"Did Mr. Grubby see him do it?"
cried Hope, wonderingly.
"No, he didn't see him steal it, but
it's all the same. He saw the
in his hand, and so did I and a
heap of other fellows, too. We were
all on the dock fishing, when old
Grubby comes along grumbling, and
stands behind us. Just then a big fish
pulled off my hook, and I asked Will
Barns for another. He took anold leather
thing out of his pocket and began
fumbling in it for one. Then I heard
Grubby scream something, and I
looked. He was standing close by
Will with his hands hooked 311st like the
claws of a bird and his teeth all showing.
The next moment he made a spring
atWill and screeched,
" 'You thief! you rogue! you highwayman!
give me my money!'
'Your money!' said Will. 'You must
be crazy, Mr. Grubby. Ihave no money
of yours.' Then he shook Grubby off,
and putting the pocket-book back in his
pocket, walked off as cool as you please.
Next day Grubby had him arrested, and
they found the pocket-book with a lot
of fish-hooks in it on a shelf in Will's
bedroom. But he says he found the
greasy old thing empty near the roots of
that big oak-tree by your house."
"So he did," cried Hope, who had
been listening with her mouth and eyes
open to this long story "he did for I
saw him, and there was not one cent of
money in it when I picked it up myself
nothing but little pieces of paper, and I
took them outand threw the old thing
away. And I'll just go and tell Mr.
Grubby so," and Hope made a movement
toward the door.
"I wouldn't," said Tom; "they'll all
laugh at you. Who ever saw a girl
walking through a court-room with an
armful of pin-wheels?"
"I don't care if they do laugh at me,"
answered Hope, angrily. "I shall not
let Mr. Grubby say that William Barns
stole his money, when I know better."
"Well, I suppose you're right," said
Tom. t "But let me hold those things
until you come back."
"No," replied Hope, decidedly. "You
might break them."
So she walked in at the open door and
half across the room, but could see
nothing of Mr. Grubby. Although there
were a number of persons in tne room,
it was so silent that the whirring noise
made by Hope's pin-wheels sounded so
loudly that those sitting near turned
and looked at her. She tiptoed along
quietly until she came to the end of a
long row of benches. Then she saw an
open space with three or four tables in
it and a raised desk. Men sat at the
table writing, and a very larjje
gentleman, with his eyes closed, as if
listening intently, was behind the desk.
Old Mr. Grubby was speaking when
Hope first saw him.
"Yes," he said, "that is my pocket-book;
the same that I missed Monday
afternoon. It then contained twelve
"hundred dollars in certified checks of
one hundred dollars each."
"Oh. Mr. Grubby!" cried-Hope,
stretching her head forward, and speaking
in a very high voice, "it did not
have one cent in if when I picked it
As her voice ran; through the silent
hall every one stooi up and looked at
poor Hope. She had not meant to speak
so loud, and was very much mortified
at the attention she attracted, and tried
to hide behind the nearest bench. But
a gentleman came forward and whispered.
"Come, little girl, and tell these gentlemen
what you know about Mr. Grubby's
As he lifted her up on one of the
tables in the open space a gust of wind
came through the open window and set
the twenty-four pin-wheels whirling
around all at once with a loud noise.
At this every one laughed, and Hope, remembering
Tom's words, held her
head down, and turned very red indeed.
"Never mind." said the gentleman
who had lifted her up on the table.
"They are not laughing at you. Now
speak loudly, and tell us where you
found the pocket-book."
She was quite alarmed now, and almost
ready to cry for she saw that the
man behind the high desk had his eyes
open, and was looking intently at her,
and that those who had been writing
held their pens suspended in the air
while they turned their heads her way.
"Tell them where you found it," said
the gentleman again.
Then Hope did as she was requested.
"But," said she, turning to Mr. Grubby
"thercwas no money in it, only pieces
of blue paper, and I threw the pocket-book
down on the ground after I had
taken the paper out, because it was so
old and dirty."
Again every one laughed, and Hope,
feeling very much distressed, whispered
to the gentleman near,
"Please take me down and let me go
"In a moment," he answered; but
first tell Mr. Grubby what you did with
"Here they are," said Hope, pointing
to her pin-wheels.
Mr. Grubby sprang across the room,
and, snatching one from her hand, tore
it from its handle and spread it open
upon the table.
"Yes," he cried, "it is part of one of
the checks. You wicked little girl, how
dare you destroy my property, and
frighten me half to death?"
Hope opened her eyes very wide at
these words, and the tears streamed
down her cheeks as she cried:
"Oh, Mr. Grubby, I dig), not mean to
be wicked. Here, take them all, I
won't keep one." And she thrust the
beautiful pin-wheels into the old man's
hands, and sobbed aloud. Every one
crowded about old Mr. Grubby as he
pulled off the papers and spread them
open one after one. They were so much
amused that they quite forgot Hope,
who stood alone upon the table with
her face buried in her two small hands.
But presently she felt some one touch
her, and looked up to find William
Barns' kind face close to hers.
"Don't cry, little Hope," said he,
softly. "I'll take you home."
"What made Mr. Grubby call me
wicked?" said Hope, wiping her eyes.
"I did not mean to do any harm."
"I don't believe he quite knew what
he was saying," answered William.
"He has been very much worried about
those papers, for they were worth a
large sum of money."
I did not know that," sobbed Hope;
"and I am so sorry about my pin-wheels.
I made them all myself to give to Cousin
"Never mind," said William Barns,
coaxingly. "Don't cry, but jump on
my shoulder, and I'll find you some
of the prettiest paper in the ' world. It
came from China, and it's all covered
with pink and blue and gold and silver
butterflies, and I will help you make
ever so many new pin-wheels."
He lifted the little girl upon his
broad shoulder, and in this manner
they left the Court-house.
William Barns not only kept his
promise, but carried Hope and her brilliant
paper pin-wheels on his shoulder
all the way to Cousin Amy's.
And now whenever Hope passes
William Barns' house she is greeted
with loving words and kisses from his
mother. And many a beautiful shell,
bright piece jof coral, and curious toy
has found its way from William's sea-chest
to Hope's play-room, for the
sailor never forgot that she had saved
him from being thought a thief. Harper's
A Connecticut Man's Way,
That was a sorry-looking procession
which marched into Plainville from the
direction of Forestville on Wednesday.
The processsion consisted of two men,
one white man, Charles Green, of
and the other a black man
streaked with red, who had the appearance
of having been recently run
through a The explanation
pf this thing was that Mrs. Green,
while walking from Plainville to Forest-ville,
along the railroad, was overtaken
by a strange negro, who grossly insulted
her, and at last attempted to seize her.
She escaped and ran until she reached
the shop where her husband was at work.
Green did not wait to summon a constable
and justice but proceeded at once in
search of the villain, and soon overtook
him on the railroad track, and at once
proceeded to execute the law upon him
in due and ancient form. No knight of
olden times ever performed the work of
protecting injurea innocence better than
he; in fact, the darkey, whose name is
J. Milford, was pummeled until the light
of day beoame a shadow to him. Mr.
Green then marched him to Plainville,
as aforesaid, and delivered him up to
Constable Beldon, who lodged him in
the White Pine jug. He was removed
from thence and taken to Forestville,
where he was tried and sentenced to
thirty days in the county jail, the darkey
owning up and laying his offense to
bad liquor. Bristol (Conn.,) Press.
In France women live an average
oftbJrtejnjFe.ars Ioniser than men.
Hooven r Clover Bloat.
This is one of the seasons of the yean
for this disease among cattle. The
other season is when corn is in the milk
and cattle break into corn fields. The
cause in either case is easily understood,
but the remedy is difficult and
dangerous. Prevention is the best and
safest plan. Clover is very luxuriant,
and cattle eat it with greediness. If
turned into rich clover pasture, or if
they break in, they load their stomachs
beyond their capacity to hold
or digest. It is forced forward
or not sufficiently saturated with
saliva into the paunch or third receptacle.
In that department, not being
preserved by saliva or aided in rapid
digestion, it remains there too long.
The heat of the Jbody soon causes fermentation,
which throws out a large
quantity of gas. This distends the
third stomach or paunch almost to
bursting, pressing against the diaphragm,
diminishing the cavity of the
chest, and rendering it impossible for
the lungs to contract or expand. This
swelling and pressure also prevent the
natural action of the digestive organs
from propelling forward the food, so
that the action of the stomach and
bowels are clogged, deranged, and vitality
will .cease unless relief soon
Within the last week there have been
received at least a half-dozen applications
for advice, for remedies, and for
directions for the use of the knife in
cases of hooven. Be patient, friends.
This hooven or clover bloat, thus far,
has baffled the wisest veterinarians.
Relief consists alone in relieving the
stomach of the gas which is causing distension.
How this is to be accomplished
is the trouble. Medicine is almost
the same as thrown away, as the
entrance to the paunch, where the
trouble exists, is firmly closed by the
pressure of the gas. The gas must be
removed either by the knife or by violent
exercise of the animal. Both of
these are dangerous experiments, but
as they are the only probable remedies
they have to be resorted to. When the
animal is badly swollen and scarcely
able to move, it is cruel and dangerous
to compel them to the active and violent
motion of running. And yet in
some cases this has so shaken and disturbed
the stomach as to permit the gas
to escape, and allowed the food to pass
forward in its natural course. But
there are frequent cases where by violent
action of the animal the distended
stomach or diaphragm has been ruptured
and sudden death ensued.
But as to the use of the dangerous
knife. This is generally too recklessly
used by those unskilled as well as pretended
veterinary surgeons. Midway
between the last rib and the hip bone is
the proper place, where the greatly distended
paunch can be felt pressing
against the upper part of the flank. Our
directions are for the unskilled. A
small pocket-knife is large enough. If
the knife be recklessly plunged through
the skin, wall of the belly and the
paunch, making a large orifice, there is
danger that the contents of the stomach
will be forced up with the gas, and enter
the belly between the paunch and
the flank, and falling down among the
intestines, causing inflammation and
death. So soon as the knife is used and
the gas begins to escape by a hissing
noise, a quill should be inserted in the
orifice made by the knife, which hole
should be no larger than a quill will
tightly fill. Let the quill remain until
the gas escapes, when it should be "withdrawn
and the hole pressed together
and covered with an adhesive plaster,
or by a stitch or two with needle and
thread. But the most careful operations
of this kind often fail. Inflammation
has ensued and carried oft the animal.
But in desperate cases it is
claimed this is the only relief and should
not be avoided as the last resort.
But it is claimed that there are medical
remedies and as our readers in their
efforts to save valuable animals may desire
to resort to all and every means of
help, we would add which others recommend.
One drachm of ground mustard
and one ounce of whisky, with a little
water, given slowly, so that if possible
it may trickle down and reach the third
stomach, where the trouble is. This
can be repeated in a short time. Or
another remedy is mild spirits of ammonia
and sulphuric ether each one
ounce, and powered aloes one ounce,
mixed in one pint of tepid water and
given at one dose.
We do not pretend to be a veterinary
surgeon. All our knowledge is from
practical life and limited reading of
books. But in case of Hooven or clover
bloat, what is done must be done quickly
and heroically. Relief or death comes
quickly. And a person would rather
kill by vigorous treatment than to allow
an animal to perish by inattention, hesitation
or carelessness. Iowa State Register.
Rats in the Hog-Pen.
There is nothing more detestable than
a pig-pen infested with rats, for the
vermin not only annoy the animals, but
commit depredations on every other
portion of the farm. The pig-pen fosters
them principally, as it is there they
get plenty to eat and can hide under
the floors. The best precaution is no
floors, but rats will keep within convenient
distance of the pig-pen, be as
careful as we may. A swarm of rats
will consume as much as the same number
of fowls, and the damage from burrowing,
gnawing and theft is very considerable.
Rats are very careful, and cannot be
trapped or poisoned easily. The best
ilan to get rid of them is to leave some
of the hog feed outside of the pen every
evening. The rats will not touch it,
perhaps, at first; but after awhile, if it
is left there continually, they will venture
o taste it. The next evening, if
they find that no harm has occurred to
any one of their number from it, they
will eat a little more, until, finally, they
will look for it. By this time every rat
on the premises will be at the nightly
banquets; and, as they have gainecf confidence,
all the farmer has to do is to
procure a reliable rat poison, and every
rat is doomed. The wholesale slaughter
will prevent other rats from coming, as
they avoid dangerous places. Farm,
Field and Fireside. "
Love at first sight in Los Angeles
led to marriage in five hours and a.
cqmpjaint of Jattory u aevenjiayj,
The Dublin Detective.- ,'.
Mr. Mallen, the Superintendent bf the.
Dublin detective force, to whom is
shiefly due the credit of the detection;
and punishment of the InvinciblesJ has
been awarded 1,000, and will receive
promotion. One incident which is up to
the present known to but few, will carry
& good idea of the danger he underwent
from thelnvincibles, who perfectly well
knew his ability and determination, and
of sending kknftothe grave.
While a Coercion act known as the Protection
of Person and Property act, was
in operation, under which any suspected
person might without trial be keptin
jail for two years, James Mullet, one of
the four chiefs of the Invincibles, was
arrested as a "suspect" and confined in
Dundalkjail. After he had been kept
there for some time he receivednews
that one of his children was dying of
scarlet fever. He petitioned to be allowed
to see his child before it died, and
on the earnest recommendation of Supt.
Mallen, to whom he had appealed, was
permitted to come to Dublin and visit,
his child.. He expressed the warmest
gratitude to the Superintendent,
and declared that he would never
forget the kindness that had been done
him. He, however, had no personal
interview with Mr. Mallen, who "from
that time heard nothing from him until
some time after the Phoenix park
murders, when Mullett, who was then
at liberty and at home, wrote to him,
asking him to meet him at a certain
place at Glasnevin, a suburb of Dublin,
saying he had something to tell him,
and again referring in terms of warm
Gratitude to the very great kindness he
Bad previouslo received from the Superintendent
Mallen, well knowing that
Mullett was foremost among the Fenians
and in that other secret society of which
the police had, some clew, and believing
that possibly .the man wished to make
some disclosures to him, and considering
that, in consequence of what he had
done for Mullett, no harm, at all events
was meant for him, replied by letter
that he would keep the appointment.
On the day arranged he set out for the
trysting spot, which he had reached
within about a quarter of a mile when
on the road he chanced to meet his
brother, who is also in the police. In
casual conversation his brother observed:
"I have just seen James Mullett and a
half dozen of the boys down the road,
and they can not be about any good."
The brothers then parted, but the Superintendent,
from what had been said, turned into
the next public-house and there awaited
events. After some time Mullett
entered and reproached JMallen for not
having kept his appointment, and endeavored
to persuade him to go on to
the rendezvous, where, he said, they
could talk freely. Mallen, however,
refused to leave the public-house, his
suspicion of harm being strengthened
by Mullett's manner, and finally the
conspirator took his departure, declaring
that it would not be safe for him to
speakthere on the matter on which he
had intended. Mallen then returned
homeward. Had he in the first place
kept the appointment or had he afterward
yielded to the solicitations of
Mullett, he would never have returned
home alive that day, for it had been arranged
to assassinate him at the appointed
meeting place a lonely portion
of the road. Cor. Philadelphia Press.
A Mussulman is allowed by the
Koran to have four wives, though many
have as many as they can keep in comfort.
The first wife is called the hanun,
and takes precedence over the others all
her life. She has a right to the best
rooms and to a fixed share of her husband's
income, which he must not reduce
to minister to the caprice of his,
younger spouses. As these points have
generally been settled through the
imans before the wedding, -a hanun's
jointure is safe as that of a French
woman who has had a contract drawn
up by a notary. She visits and entertains
the hanuns of other gentlemen,
but keeps aloof from the wives of the
second and other degrees. These are
not equal in her sight, being generally
ladies of a lower social status, who have
not brought .any dower to their husbands.
Time was when a pasha would
take four wives of equal degree, all being
daughters of other pashas or of the
Sultan, and all richly portioned; but
manners have altered in this respect at
all events in the European part of Turkey.
The Turkish wife is not a slave.
The chief fault to find with, her is that
she has too lofty a sense of her own dignity.
An advocate of female rights would
have some difficulty in persuading hei
that her lot was pitiable; she has never
envied the emancipation of Christian
women, whose free ways shock her,
while she has noticed that they got
much less respect from the men of theii
faith than that which is invariably
vouchsafed to herself. She veils hei
face with no more regret than a Western
lady unveils her shoulders. Turkish
women are not shut up. They go
out when they please. If a husband
meets his wife in the street he makes no
sign of recognition. If he perceives hei
halting before a draper's stall and gazing
at silks dearer than he can afford,
he must possess his soul in resignation,
muttering "Mash Allah!" This respect
for women prevails also in the home
circle, and it comes naturally to the
Mussulman, who has been taught from
boyhood to behave courteously to the
softersex. Turkish girls are unaffectedly
modest. Those of the lower class
who are engaged as servants in the
houses of Frank residents are much preferred
to Greeks or Armenians for theii
excellent behavior, cleanliness and regard
for truth. Locking upon marriage
as their natural destiny, they arc
careful of their reputations, and when
married make first-rate housewives. Na
doubt a tourist who compared Turkey
of to-day with that twenty-five years
ago wovld find some departures from
the strict womanly reserve whicL
used to be the universal rule. Cor.
A simple and inexpensive jail is
thatbelonging to Naples County, Idaho.
It is a hole in the ground ten feet deep,
into which the prisoner is dropped, and
out of which he cannot climb as the hols
is larger at the bottom than the top.
When the prisoner is wanted the guarcfc
drop a line and pull him up on it.-
SBe Let Him Go.
On Wednesday afternoon, about ona
o'clock, a most remarkable attempt st
highway robbery created a sensation on
Twenty-second 'near Olive and Locust
streets. A young htdy was walking
north ilong Twenty-second when about'
midway of the block she met a- quite
well-dressed middle-aged man, "who
looked at her rather close and passed hv
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uei. one naa gone uui a iow steps
thereafter when a hand from behind
caught hold of her portmonnaie, which
was carried by a strap over. the shoulder.
At first sp little force was used that she
thought it was some relative or acquaintance.
She turned, however, and saw it
was the stranger, who immediately
made a vigorous pull to capture the
article. With a deal of courage she
grasped the portmonnaie with one hand,
reached out with the other and hooked
her open parasol over his head and then
shrieked like a locomotive. He evi
dently realized that serious danger was
at hand, and releasing the portmonnaie.
made a clutch at her watch-chain, pull-'
ing the watch out and in his excitement
dropping it on the sidewalk. A number
of gentlemen not $ar off heard the
screams and started toward the source of
them. The scoundrel saw them coming
and made a violent dash for freedom,
breaking the parasol, which was doing
duty as a seine, into fragments. He
turned into an alley and the men gave
chase, one of them fortunately happening
to have a gun on his shoulder. After
a run of nearly a block he checked up,
evidently afraid of the gun, and his pursuers
captured him. In a German
brogue he began to whine and beg in a )
disgusting manner, but was brought
back to where the young lady stood, regaining
breath and contemplating her
shattered watch, which she had picked
up from the sidewalk. Arriving in her
presence, he pleaded in the most abject
way for mercy, telling her he had a wife
and five children and maybe she had
the same, in which case she would know
how to sympathize with him. He declared
that he had only stumbled and
fallen against her, and" that the wreck
was purely a result of accident. The
crowd, which was by this time quits
large, wanted to know how about the
broken watch and parasol. He said he
I simply happened to clutch them in try
ing to save nmiseir. ney asKea mm
why he ran so hard if he was innocent.
He wanted to know what a man could do
but run when a lady screamed like that
at him. Then begged again that the
young lady would not prosecute him.
saying that if she proceeded against him
it would disgrace his family forever.
Hating publicity and being too tenderhearted
to play the role of prosecutor
for the good of the public, she said that
if the nasty man would just go where
she would never see him again she
would be glad of it. The captors were
very indignant at her leniency toward a
fellow so richly deserving of punishment,
but of course they could do nothing
but release him. St. Louis Republican.
Acres of Eggs.
Captain A. Larco, a California fisherman,
recently made an extensive cruise
along the coast. His voyage was somej.
thing out of the ordinary way and hn.tjff
route was one seldom taken by him, or.
in fact, any other coaster. He had
undertaken the contract to provision
four seal-fishing stations on Santa Cruz
andMiguel Islands, and in order to reach
them was compelled to make his way
through strange waters and unexplored
channels. He reports that he saw countless
numbers of seals and sea lions on
the rocks about San Miguel and Santa
Cruz Islands, and that the seal hunters
are having a prosperous season this
spring. They are killing the sea lions
for their skins and fat. The latter they
are "trying out" for oil on the rocks.
At one place Captain Larco found a
colony of Chinamen engaged in gathering
abalones and catching and drying
rock cod and bluefish for shipment to
China. They have accumulated several
tons of dried fish and will soon have a
load for a schooner. The most interesting
portion of Captain Larco's story was
his description of an island covered
with eggs. He says that a short distance
from San Miguel Island, standing
out lone and solitary in the Pacific
Ocean, there is a rock with a surface of
about three acres. The sides are precipitous
and almost inaccessible except
during calm weather. While becalmed
near the rock he visited it and was
amazed at the scene presentee! to his
vision. The island is covered with a
layer of guano, in which sea fowls
of all descriptions were found laying or
incubating their eggs. The surface appeared
to be almost entirely covered
with eggs, principally those of seagulls,
shaggs and a small bird known as the
salt water duck. He says it was difficult
to walk without treading upon the
eggs. He brought away several bushels
ot these eggs. The shagg's eggs are of
a light blue color and somewhat smaller
than a domestic hen's eg. The gull
eirsrs are somewhat larger in size, lijrht
brown, spotted with black dots. Larco I
says he could easily load a ship with ',
these eggs from this island, but as there
is no market for them here they are not 1
worth gathering. Boston Journal. f
Perilous Adventure of a Baby.
The one and one-half year-old son of
Mr. Pierce,of this city, narrowly escaped
a terrible death yesterday. The Pierce
family occupy rooms on the third floor
of No. 506 Market street, and yesterday
morning about eignt o'clock, the child
was lying on a sofa in night clothes opposite
a window facing the police station.
Mrs. Pierce had her back to the
window, and turned around just in time
to see the child's body disappear. Half
wild with fright, she tore down-stairs, exi
to find the mangled .remains oL
er bor on the pavement below, but upon
reaching the ground she was attracted
by screams, and, looking up, saw her
child suspended in the air by his nightgown,
which had fortunately caught in
a nail projecting from the window-si"1'
The mother shrieked and started u ol
stairs, fearing the boy would fall befol
she could reach him. The cloth w
strong,however,and the boy was resoueu
from his perilous position uninjured.
After the excitement was over Mrs. Piersa
fell in a dead faint across the window-sill,.'
but she was soon revived with the assist '
anoe of the neighbors. Wilmington
(Del) Evening. . u '