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VOL. IX, LAKE PROVIDENCE, EAST CARROLL PARISII, LA.,. SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 5, 1896. NO. 12
THE Crd.JNU. OF SUMMER.
Tre Woods are astir i ith the flutter ot'wlngs,
FAeh thicket reasou ids with thqhotes of a
, Tha m-ples greg'n banners unturl to the
Andittber the .dr'adscome trip pingalong,
Whos ehanttng has startled the squirrel
From bousnh uro.bough of ,the wersper
The uplands, w t~.spastures -of emerald hue
Laugh low at itlle fro: s of lambkins at
Are waltiv 4 `xpeetant for some one to
Tricked ~ in their holiday finery gay
With butt dps yellow and harebella of blue,
Tha' ttakle and chime when we think
they are dumb.
The .sook is aglad with hilarious glecm
Andgambles and leaps as it runs to the
r She's coming! she's coming!" it shouts
Ito the field;
"The cranes have come back and the wood
.Like any young madcap from duranoe set
And singeth for joy till its lips shall be
'The lake as her children run into her arms,
Impatient to tell the good tidings the first,
Takes each to her heart, and there rocks
it to sleep;
And while on her heaving, full bosom 'tii
She croons a soft lullaby,speaking the charms
Of summer, high carnival coming to
-William T. James, in Demorest's.
.A Basket of Strawberries,
W RELEN WHITNIY CLAr.m
'HE long strawberry bed
at the Sweetfern Farm
was blushing with its
ripened fruit, and the
* pinks and jonquils in
the little garden beds
looked fresh and smil
ing, as well they might,
after I pving their faces newly washed
in the littering morning dew.
"C , dear I" sighed pretty bybil
Swe atfern, coming in from the con
vol alus draped portico, where she
ha a been idly rocking back and for
w hd in a deep-cushioned rocking
air; "there goes Bernard Bramble
galloping past. without even deigning
to bestow a glance toward the house.
What can be the matter, do you sup
pose, Aunt Seref&n?"
Bybil's Aunt Serefina was busy
weighing strawberries and white sugar
for preserves; for she was a devout
follower of the old pound-for-pound
method of making sweetmeats, such as
our grandmothers used to make before
the day of tin fruit cans and self-seal
She wus a brisk, capable woman,
with a wrinkled, rosy-checked face,
that reminded one of a tart-natured
erab apple, sopnbwhat mellowed with
Niot.but what Miss Serefna's heart
was mellow enough, but her manners
were apt to be rather frosty and crab
bed, especially when she was vexed, as
happened to be the case just at pres
"What's that !" she demanded,
shirply, turning to her niece, with an
agry spakle in her speetseled gray
eyes. "Bernard Bramble look toward
70a, indeed! I only wonder that he
sondeseends to ride past the house
mea. I wouldn't if I was him."
"Dear me, auntie," retorted the
pbat , 1 ohrn ow hs dhapel.
o ' don't no hew you'd
t home then I There's only one read
he es go, aumss he takes to sealang
eases and eattln erore peoples or
ehards ad wheat ell, whth I must
ay I shoualda't think they would like,
if he did, And, belde, I don't see
what reason he's got for going out of
blb way to avoid us,as it we had the
plaa, jnst bausoe -I-"
**Beeause you refused to marry
bls," boke Miss B erelaa, wit
PIrym vwarmth. "Why don't you
a miss? And a goose you are for
refsing him, tooi A waell-to-do
young ra, thriftly and forehanded,
with a good tfarm, and money in the
BDat, auntie, I don't I-like him
well easseh to marry hkin" persiated
BybH. .B,*`J*a't halt so good looking
as Morton De Lisle"
S"Humphi Morton De Lisle, in
deed I" a*a her aunt, soarly. "A
teher you've saever sot eye on in your
'Dt f'e se his pitureI" cried
SybQlhr apphire b eyes spark
ling euseljy. "lell Strothes showed
it to me. H'ser cosin, yon know.
Ad she saysJhe took a gremt tney to
my pleture, sd she's going to give
hip a letter of ltrodntion, so he an
come sad see me. And, oh, aunt, he's
as--as hndsoso as Spanish don."
"IAkle stringe! How do you aknow
athig abhout Spsaish done, I'd likL;e
toow? Did you ever see one, Sybil
swoaetr? demasnded Ant ereftna,
glowir at rJheatme.
"'.no," admitted Sybil, truthfully,
*9*t I know he is."
"You'd better qai t-thnlking about
-him them." advied her ant, sagely;
"for Spalsh doneas ila't moh aooon,
'airding to my way of thinking.
'Nh."'re a saiftles st, sad yeo better
take p with Berard yet, it he ain't
cae of them peaked-looking doe, a
Syes ad em. Be's got pleatiy of
qud u as ash d t eing s-as
, wame no s*e6thing as messy in
* , *?..'.or m:mkti eatin .ar
"Oh, I like new frocks and bonnets
well enough," admitted Sybil, "and
9Sly wish they grew wild in the woods
like blueberries and thorn apples I
but I don't like to see people running
after poney, and making idols of it,
as if nothing else in the world was
worth having. Besides, I don't need
any more money; I've got as much
Iow as Bernard Bramble has--..-you
know very well, auntie."
"Yes, and Mr. Morton De Lisle
probably knows it, too," asserted her
aunt, significantly. "That's why he's
took such a fancy to you."
But Sybil indignantly scouted the
Elegant, fastidious Morton De Lisle
a mercenary fortune-hunter? Oh,
There's no telling how much further
the discussion would have been car
ried had not something happened,
through the agency of fortune. Provi
dence or Sybil's lucky star, which put
a stop to hostilities and united the
belligerent forces in a tacit armistice,
for the time being.
"Dear me." cried Miss Serefina, in
a voice of dismay, "the white sugar is
"Get some more," suggested Sybil,
"Oh, of course! 'Get some more '
With both the horses in the bottom
field a plowin' corn, and Jane in the
middle of a two weeks' wash And
you know I can't walk a mile and a
half to the store, with the neurology
in my back!"
Miss Serefina would never own to
the rheumatism, if she was past forty.
"Them strawberries'll spile 'lore I
git to use 'em, and that's the hull of
"No, they won't, auntie l" cried
Sybil, springing up. "I'll go to the
store and get you the sugar."
"What! you walk a mile and a half
in the br'iling sun, Sybil Sweetfern?"
demanded her aunt, half incredul
"Yes, I, auntie. It will be fun to
get out awhile. I'm so tired of sitting
in the house this lovely day."
"Very well then."
Miss Serefina was easily reconciled
to her niece's proposition under the
"And I s'pose you wouldn't min'd
carrying a gallon or so of strawber
ries? The robins are eating 'em up
fast as they can, and I promised Mr.
Whyte I'd send him sohle, first chance
I got. You can change 'em far the
sugar, you know."
Sybil took the basket of strawbes
ries and set out on her walk, a blue
gingham sun bonnet setting off the
bright, golden flax of her hair, and
the seashell pink of her softly rounded
She tripped on her way with a light:
step, which scarcely brushed away the'
dew that still sparkled on the grass
and the yellow king cups by the road
Lounging on the stoop of the village'
store was a tall young man, who stared.
with bold, admiring eyes at the pretty
face, only halt concealed by Sybil'si
ruffled sun bonnet.
He watched her every movement, asl
the basket of scarlet ripe berries, with
their dark, emerald green calyxes,
were transferred to Mr. Whyte, the,
storekeeper, who briskly weighed out
their value in white sugar, carefully
wrapped it in brown paper and passed
it to Sybil in the split basket which
had held the strawberries.
Considerably fatigued already, Sybil
set out somewhat slowly on her home
ward walk. She had gone some dis
tanoe, when she heard the sound of
footsteps close behind her.
."Good morning, miss I" ald a voioe
at her elbow, and, turning, she con
fronted the bold stranger, who had
stared at her on the stoop of the vil*
t~ybtl drew back coldly, but her ad
miter was not to be repulsed.
"Got any more strawberries to
sell?" he inquired, patronisingly.
"Haven't? That's a pity now, for I
want some, and I always prefer to buy
of a good looking girl, like you.
Those you sold looked as plump and
tempting as your own pretty cheeks."
And he put out his hand, as if to
push back the sun bonnet, when, all
of a saudden, he was seized violently
by the collar, and pitched head first
into the middle of the road, while
pretty Sybil, dazed and frightened,
was clinging desperately to the lapels
of Mr. Bernard Bramble's gray coat.
"Did he dare to touch you, Sybil?"'
demanded her protector, glowering
angrily at the limp figare of the
stranger, lying prostrate in the road.
"'N-no I" sobbed Sybil, faintly.
She could say no more; and, gently
soothing her, Bernard led her down a
side street to a cottage, which stood
embowered in a labyrinth of snow
balls, lilac, and pink and white
J It was Granny Browne's cottage, and
Sybil was soon enaconced on the vine
laticed portico besidu Mras. Browne
herself, while Bernard hastened back
to the village to procure a buggy and
take her home.
"For you ain't fit to walk another
step," he declared, in answer to her
The pinks and jonquils in Aunt
Sereflna's posy beds looked somewhat
dry and faded under the fierce rays of
the sun, when Sybil again appeared
at the old homestead.
"Oh, aunt," she cried, excitedly,
"I've had such a time I A horrid man
She prusaed suddenly, as her glance
fell on a stranger-a tall young man,
with bold, black eyes, but a very
erestfallen look at the present momente
"'Dear me I" cried her nast, "how
sheered I'd of been, if l'dtknown it I
Bat, Sybil, this is your friend, Mr.
Vorton De Liale. He-"
But she ever Antashed the intrko
duetlonu or, lhegrdbiedly mstMhg Bh
has from the thabl~e V, D) tsle made
& ahess sihet S ach bh nkeko.
a without offering any apology for his
d erratic behavior.
a "Humph!" sniffed Miss Serefina,
I when Sybil had explained the situa- Z
g tion of affairs. "I hope you've got
:, enough of your Spanish dons now. I
s told you they were a shiflies', no'- I
a count set."
a The robins and jays were clamoring
and feasting over the last remnant of
e fruit in the long strawberry be 1, when
r pretty Sybil stood coquettishly smil
sing at the anxious look on Bernard
Bramble's handsome, sun-browned
"I want my answer, Sybil," he was a
e saying, patiently, but decidedly. "Is r
, it yes or no?"'
"Yes, then I" pouted Sybil.
For the grave voice warned her that
no further trifling would be allowed. b
, Ani before the old strawberry bed a
was red with another season's ripened
t fruit, the wish of Aunt Serefina's t
e heart had come to pass, and pretty
Sybil Sweetfern had plighted her vows
"for better or worse," to honest, c
n manly, true-hearted Bernard Bramble. c
The "'Sprinkle Dollar." b
Hardly any one knows what the h
!' "Sprinkle dollar" was. Josiah Sprin
kle, the man in question, lived in one
of the roughest sections of Lewis Coun
i ty, Kentucky. Washington, the coun
B ty seat of Mason, was then a thriving
f town. One day Sprinkle, then as old
man, appeared at Washington with a g
> buckskin pouch full of silver dollars a8
of his own make.
I In every respect they appeared the h
f equal of the National coin. The ti
weight was more than at present, and ct
the quality and ring were all that
e could be asked for. He spent them G
freely, and everybody accepted them
f upon the assurance of Sprinkle that c
they were all right, except that they °,
were not made by the United States tl
mint. Upon being asked where he
got the silver, he replied: "Oh, it tl
don't matter. There is plenty of it
left." The inscriptions on the coins
were rudely outlined, and in no wise tI
was an attempt made at imitating the h
National coin. On one side of the coin ti
was an owl and on the other a six- at
I pointed star. The edges were smooth. T
The coins were considerably larger if
and thicker than the United States
coin. -whenever Sprinkle came to a
town he spent the dollars of his own
At one time he volunteered the in
formation that he had a silver mine
e in the West, but the old man refused T
to telo any one where it was located. T
1 Finally the Government agents heard ti
1 of the matter, and came on to investi- w
gate. Sprinkle was arrested and bi
t brought into court, but the dollars
were proved to be pure silver, without hi
alloy-worth, in fact, a trifle more
than $1 each. After an exciting trial in
he was acquitted. When the verdict g
was announced Sprinkle reached down
in his pockets and drew out a bag of
fifty of the coins and paid his attorney n
in the presence of the astonished of
ficials. Sprinkle was never afterward
bothered, and continued to make the
dollars until the time of his death. He
died suddenly and carried the secret
of his silver mine with him. This
t was in the early '30's, and it has been
twenty years since a Sprinkle dollar it
has been found.-Ohicago-News, a
A Bird's Queer Death.
1 One of the strangest monuments in w
existence is situated near Cold Spring, Ii
N. Y. It is slowly disappearing and 1I
f in a short time will have entirely van- w
ished, but it tells a marvellously true rC
e tale of the life and death of the being w
which caused it to be erected. b
It is composed of the bones of am
swallow which met its death on the a.
weather vane of a barn while in full sl
flight. Every one has noticed the pe- t<
euliar diving motion which swallows j
make while on the wing. It was this b
method of flying that caused the bird's
I death. In making its quick dive it t
T evidently miscaluonlated, or else did li
not see the vane, which was arrow tl
I shaped, pointing directly toward the tI
The farmer who owned the barn no- t
I tioed a bird perched on his weather a
Svane. The vane was swinging in the b
t wind, but did not trouble the bird, p
e which apparently refused to be un- d
seated. The next day the bird was
still there, and the day after as well.
The farmer determined to investigate. d
He found the bird impaled on the g
vane. He left it where it was and it
e swung there for months Why in did
not fall to the ground seemed a mys- t
tery until when only the skeleton re- g
mained it was found that the sharp
T point of the vane hid penetrated the
a breast bone. Then the bones dropped
a apart one by one, and now nothing t
but the breast bone remains, swinging t
e with the vane, like the gibbeted form j
of a malefacsetor in olden times.-New a
SYork Journal. t
Brothers Meet After Thirty Years. t
k Colonel John Whitney. Department t
I Commander of the Kansas Grand Army
of the Republic, and Major '"Tom"
r Anderson, of Topeka, who is connected a
r with'the Rock Island Road,were in the
city May 27 making arrangements for t
t headquarters for the Kansas delega
t tion to the National Encampment.
f They stopped at the Hotel Ryan, e
I where they were visited by a number r
of'GOrand Army of the Republic men, a
, and later a man walked up to Colonel
a Whitney and said: "Hello, John !" t
The Colonel extended his hand, but
e confessed that the other had a little i
i, the advantage of him. When the 1
y latter explained that he was his
L brother, whom he had not seen for
w thirty-one years, Colonel Whitney's a
I eunbarrssment gave way to joy, and i
there was a pathetic little scene for a
moment. This brother lives in Minne
- apolis,- sadd, having heard thit the
SColonel weooialg to St. PaIl, eauen 1
Sae , to meet blan-S Peel Mann.) i
I Ines hans a
TEBHRILING INCIDENTS AND DARB
ING DEEDS ON LAND AND SEA.
Lieutenant Creeds Whips Seven In
dians-A Cyclist Captures Five
Bear Cubs-Nerve Saved His Life.
ONE day at sunset Lieutenant
Creede (a noted Western
hunter) rode out from Ogal
lala, where the scouts were
stationed, guarding the builders of the
Union Pacific Railway. Credale was,
and is yet, for that matter, a famous
rifle shot, quick, cool and sure, and
upon this occasion his skill came in
good play, as it did in later years,
when he fought two grizzlies single
handed in the presence of two wit
It was customary for some one to
talg a look about at the close of day
to see it any stray Sioux were prowl
ing around. About six miles from
camp Creede came to a clump of trees
covering a half dozen acres of ground,
Through this grove the scout rode,
thinking perhaps an elk or deer might
be seen; but nothing worth shooting
was sighted, till suddenly he found
himself at the further edge of the
wool and on the banks of the Platte.
Looking across the stream he saw a
small band of hostile Sioux riding in
the direction of the river and not
more than a mile away. His field
glasses showed him that there were
seven .of the Sioux, and without the
aid of that instrument he could see
that they had a majority of six over
his party. They were riding slowly in
the direction of the camp. Creeds
concluded that they intended to cross
over, kill the guards and capture the
Government horses. His first thought
was to ride back to camp, keeping the
clump of trees between him and the
Indians, and arrange a reception for
The river was half a mile wide and
three feet deep. Horses can't travel
very rapidly in three feet of water.
In a short time they had reached
the water's edge, and the scout could
hardly resist the temptation to await
their approach, dash. out, take a shot
at them and then retarn to camp.
That was dangerous, he thought; for
if he got one there would still be half
a dozen bullets to dodge. A b4tter
plan would be to leave his horse in
the groove, crawl out to the bank, lihe
concealed in the grass until the enemy
was within sixty yards of him, then
stand up antl work his Winchester.
The first shot would surprise them.
They would look at their falling friend;
the second would show them where he
was, and the third shot would leave
but four Indians. By the time they
swung their rifles up another would
have passed to the happy land, and
one man on shore, with his rifle work
ing, was as good as three frightened
Indians in the river.
Thus reasoned the scout as he crept
to the shore of the stream. He had
no time to lose, as the Indian ponies
had finished drinking and were already
on the move.
As the sound of the sinking feet of
the horses grew louder the hunter was
obliged to own a feeling of regret. If
he could have got back to his horse,
without their seeing him, he thought
it would be as well to return to camp
and receive the visitors there. Just
once he lifted his head above the
grass, and then he saw how useless it
would be to attempt to flee, for the
Indians were but a little more than a
100 yards away, Realizing that he
was in for it, he made up his mind to
remain in the grass until the Sioux
were so near that it would be impossi.
ble to miss them. Nearer and nearer
sounded the plunkety-plunk of the
unshod feet of the little horses in the
shallow stream, till at last they seemed
to be in short rifle range, and the
trained hunter sprang to his feet. He
had reckoned well, for the Indians
were not over sixty yards away, riding
tandem. Creede's rifle echoed in the
little grove; the had leaped out and
the head Indian pitched forward into
the river. The riddeless horse stopped
short. The ride cracked again, and
the second red man rolled slowly
from the saddle, so slowly that he
barely got out of'the way in time to
permit the next brave, who was almost
direetly behind him, to get killed
when it was his turn. The remaining
four Indians, instead of returning the
fire, sat still and stone-like; po terri
fied were they that they never raised
a hand. Two more seconds; two more
shots from the rifle of the scout, and
two more Indians went down, head
firast, into the stream. Panic-stricken,
the other two dropped into the river
and began to swim down stream with
all their might. They kept an eye on
the scout, and at the flash of his gun
they ducked their heads and the ball
bounded away over the still water.
Soon they were beyond the reach of
the rifle. Returning to their own
side of the river, they crept away in
the twilight, and the ever sad and
thoughtful ecout stood by the silent
stream, watching the little red pools
of blood on the broad bosom of the
slowly running river.
Three of the abandoned broncos
turned back. Four crossed over and
were taken to camp.
The two sad and lonely Sioux had
gone but a short distance from the
river when one of them fell fainting
and soon bled to death. He had been
wounded by a ballet which had passed
through one of his companions who
was killedin the stream. The remain
ing Indian was afterward captnred in
battle, and "he told this story to his
captors, just as it ~was told to the
writer by the man who risked his life
so fearlessly in the servioe of Uncle
Samn.-CyWsrman, in New York Sun.
Cyelist Kidnaps a Beat's Cabs.
"Muoeular" Root, one of the-fastest
bIGQle ridem in Binsameton, I N ,.
nemaly eptued two sib bea while
iet .a 3.a ide. WebaG'.samw u'
eape from the enraged mother bear.
He has acquired the sobriquet, "Mus
cular," from his many feats on the
About six miles south of Bingham
ton, there runs a road from Hawley
ton, N. Y., to Brackney, in Pennsyl
vanis, four miles of which lead
through a wood. Coming from Penn
sylvania, a good part of this road is
down hill, at places crooked and un
like the highways that the Good
Roads Association would like to see.
Root left Brackney about 6 o'clock on
his homeward journey, and was riding
slowly through the woods, his wheel
making no sound. He had just made
a sharp turn down the hill, when he
saw three small black bear oubs,which
were sporting in the middle of the
road. He slackened his speed and
looked around for the mother bear.
He "iocated" her by the sound of
The bicycle was near the playing
onus. Root sprang to the ground,
dropped his machine, and grabbed
one of the fat little fellows The other
two squealed lustily, and started
toward the ;woods. "Muscular," al
though he heard the she bear coming,
ran after the other two cubs. A
second cub was captured, but not be
fore the cyclist had looked into the
eyes of the irate mother.
It was a desperate race to reach and
mount the machine. "Muscular"
drew further away before endeavoring
to mount. Root found it difficult to
mount his bicycle with the cubs in
his arms. For a time it looked as if
the handicap was too great. He also
had an uphill course. At last he got
mounted and started up the bill.
The bear was close behind. When he
reached the summit, and saw the long
stretch of down grade, he felt easier.
By this time the larger of the. cubs
was giving trouble. Squealing and
squirming, it repeatedly made efforts
to get away. The distance between
the mother bear and the bicycle
gradually had been increased to about
a hundred yards, when one of the
cubs succeeded in jamping from under
Root's arm to the road. The escape
was not unnoticed by the cub's
mother. "Muscular" was eager to re
gain the cub, and quickly turned and
caught the fugitive, only to see the
distance between the she bear and
himself greatly reduced. Down hill
le rode again. He reached Hawley
ton, on the outskirts of the woods,
with bruin nowhere in sight. To say
that the natives were greatly aston
ished to see a bicycle rider go through
the village with a black cub bear un
der each arm is putting it mildly.
Root stopped at the hotel, where he
obtained supper for himself and the
cubs, a male and a female. The two
captives he placed in a bag, which he
swung over his left shoulder. In this
way he reached home without farther
trouble. In a few weeks they will be
presented to Binghamton, to be
added to the Zoological Gardens at
Nerve Saved His Life.
Len Henry, a well known pioneer,
relates an adventure that is out of the
usual order. He was traveling on a
narrow trail above the raging Grande
Bonde River when he came to a land
slide about twenty feet across, that
left no trail or even a niche in the
smooth, precipitous rock. The trail
was so narrow that the horse could
not turn back. He was trapped.
Abovo the twenty-foot break in the
trail was a %harp crag of overhanging
rook. On his saddle bow was a strong
riata sixty feet long, and Henry is in
expert in the usqot it. He steadied
himself upon the saddle, swung the
rope over his head, and hurled it high
into the air. It settled firmly over
the orsigi. He tried it carefully. It
was firm. His saddle was a new and
strong one, with double oinches.
Around the horn he wound the rope.
He arged the horse on to the edge of
The faithful beast stood firm. He
would not step over, but the rider
drew up the slack and pulled it with
all his power. Inch by inch he drew
the straining horse forward till his
feet slipped and he swung over the
chasm. The rider held his breath as
he looked at the river below and the
slender rope above, but he was across
the gap. He-sprang up the trail and
tagged at the reins to aid the horse in
gaining his feet. He pulled and the
horse lunged up into the trail with
the chasm back behind.-Anaoonda
A Father's Brave Deed.
One of the most remarkable inoi
dents of the big cyclone in Miohigan
was that in which Charles Bradley, of
Thomas, proved himself an absolate
hero. Bradley and his wife and their
two children'were just sitting down to
supper wh.n the storm struck their
house. The husband cried out to his
wife to go mto the cellar at once. She
obeyed, and Bradley followed with the
children. Mrs. Bradley was afraid
that the lamp in the dining room
might be overturned and set fire to
tha house. She went upstairs and ex
tinguished the lamp, and on her re
turn was about to place the children
under s washtub when the crash came.
"Put the liabiee down and bend over
,hem!" cried Bradley. Mrs. Bradley
did what she was told, and her hus
band protected her body with his
own. The bricks and beams fell upon
him and almost bauried him in the
debris, but he did not winee. When
the damage was done Mrs. Bradley
crawled out and her husband followed
her. "When the yo!one had passed,"
said the woman, desroibing the mPa
ter, "Charley told me to crawl out,
and then he shook the rabbish off snad
got out himself. Oh, my bave, good
hausbandl" *Mr. Bradley's homestead
was lifted by the wind sad dropped
100oo feet from its original site.
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PLa~me Me ' tOr-um En vt_
wyallb ma.s L ]haaland.
The new Bussian consumption care
ls the inhalation of analine vapors.
Cold meats require a longer time to
digest than warm meats, and are not
so satisfying to the appetite.
A Dane named Swen has invented
an electrical process for painting in
delible pictured on glass surfaces.
Lenonhook and Humboldt say that
a single pound of the finest spider
webs would reach around the world.
Edison now olaims that the X ray is
a sound wave and its photographs are
simply shadows of sound vibration.
A granite sawing machine has been
tested at Montpelier, Vt., with satis
factory results. The teeth of the saw
are diamonds, and cost $4000.
Nearly one-half the towns and cities
of England, which are lighted by eleo
tricity, own and operate their own
plants, and save the big rrofits to the
Physicians of Montreal have made
an X ray picture -of a girl's brain to
find a bullet. They found it, but
could not get at it, as it is about the
middle of the brain.
Professor Bronardel, of the Paris
Municipal Laboratory, has made a re
port to the Academy of Sciences on
the use of the Roentgen photographic i
process in investigating bombs and in
fernal machines. It is no longer
necessary to ran any risks in discov
ering what these trick boxes may con- i
the name of a new antiseptic discovered
in Germany, though it is called anti
nonnin for short. It is said to be
sure death to all parasites injurious'
to plants, and to all bacteria, to be
odorless and oheap. It is harmless r
taken into the stomach in small quan
At a factory in Taunton, Maus.,
there is manufacturect what is said to
be the finest wire in the country, a
cobweb of one-five-hundredth part of I
an inch in thickness, finer than a hu
man hair. In making it ordinary wire c
is drawn through holes drilled in dia.
monde, as ordinary steel plate would a
not answer. t
The great telescope of the Berlin ex- )
hibition, when completed, will have c
two objectives-one of forty-three
inches aperture and about twenty t
feet focus, the other of twenty-eight v
inches aperture and sixty-eight feet
focus-in one mounting. It will have I
no dome, but will be curiously mount- c
ed in an immense cylinder, supported
only at the inner end. 1
From a comparison of tables it is
learned that in the past two decades 1
the mortality from tuberculosis in Vi- i
enna, Berlin and Hamburg has,de
creased. In Munich there has been a
decrease of eighteen per 10,000.
Formerly ore-third-of all post-mortem
examinations were of subjects who had
died of some form of tuberculosis,
while now the number has diminished
E3alsIng Buffalo to Sell.
E. A. Bennett, who is at the Hotel
Duquesne, is a Texas rancher. He is
visiting John A. Snee, the oil pro
ducer. Mr. Bennett wears the typical
sombrero. His ranch is 130 miles 1
north of San Antonio.
"1 must knock a pretty story in the I
head," he remarked; "a story of the
-nature of 'Lo, the poor Indian,' and j
it is that the buffalo, or American bi.
son, is becoming extinot. That's not
so. Why, do you know that tiey are
ranching them in Montana and Texas a
extensrely, and on a smaller seale in z
some other places A man In Mon. t
tana is experimenting by crmsing the
buffalo with the blaek-polled Angus 1
cattle. He is bf the opinion that a
finer hide can be obtained by this
"Goodnight, the greatest Texas eat
tleman, has fully 2,000,000 sores of
ground ranched in, and is breeding
the bison pure. He hls feneed of a
big tract of land, and is well satisfied
that he will make a suceees of his new
enterprise. He has already sold many
animals'of his own raising to show
people and to zoos in several places.
Goodnight, too, has a herd of elk, but I
they are not profitable. There is lit
tle or no sale for them. For meat
purposes the buffalo is not in it. The i
tongue makes good eating and por
tiond of the hindquarters, but the rest
of the caroass is worth little for eat- I
-ing. It would make mighty good
phosphate, though. 1
'"I have sent a lot of cattle on to I
New York. My partner is in charge.
We will get but four 6ents per pound I
or $4 per hundred, while parties in i
Texas who herd cattle to Galveston
and ship to England get eleven cents
per pound."-Pittsbarg Dispateh.
A GiaSt Hog.
There is a hog on exhibition at
Kanfman, Texas, which is perhaps the
largest living hog in the known world.
It will be four years old in June and
was raised in Robertson County, I
Texas, by Mr. Briggs. When he sold I
the hog six months ago it weighed I
1480 pounds. He is eight feet three
inohes long, four feet one ineh high, I
measures six feet around the nek, I
eight feet around the body, and tweu. 1
ty-tbree inches aronnd the forearm. I
His feet are as largs a osa oaon ox, I
and the leg bone larger than that of
the largest steers. He is Poland China
pnd RedJersey. He eats eorn like an
or, takes the whole ear in his .mouth
at once and eats the cob as well as the I
corn, eating from forty to Aifty ar of I
Scorn at a time. There seemstoo ben I
asurplus faiesh on hasm, and phyus.ins
i who havr examiedthehog ay I eia
I easily be made to reach 2500 pounds.
I The present owner, T. PRibgaa, paid I
I $250 fo.r the hog, aud has beeniuere4
81500 for him. e hbs a fire poliy on
the animall fOr P000 Iooth*b eg,
I it Is atidi ev sve. gs tre I
deas arg*YseMana Was os
STORY OP THE SeBES.
"One I love;" a pretty faco
Bending o'er the grate;
Two I Jove," a soft, sweet vole
Measures out her fate.
"Three I love, I say," and still
Other seeds galore.
'Four I love with all my heart,
What need is there of more?
- Five I east away"'
Ah, no! Fortune thus were wrong,
Should the count thus ended be;
Love's ties are too strong.
"Six he loves," a dimpled smile;
"Seven she loves," a blush;
"Eight both love;" a sweet look stea's
O'er the fair face flsh.
"Nine he eomes ; he tarries ten,"
"Eleven he courts"-but wait!
Anxious seareh hbs failed to find
The seed where rests her fate.
Carefully she looks them o'er,
Then, as brow grows light,
"Twelve he marries. Merey! I
Nearly died from fright!"
1lUIOR OF THE DAY.
"I love you unspeakably, Molly."
"But perhaps you might speak to
Teaoher-"What is an island?"
Little Johnny Squanoh-- "A body of
land almost entirely oceupied by in
reacher-"tJan yoq give me any
idea of what a hollow mookery is?"
Pupil-"Yessum ; our ice-chest in win.
ter is."--Bobury Gazette.
Once more thesemd toons oome
To grieve the eountrn and the town;
The merecry apw runneth up;
The perspiration runneth down.
- - Washington Star.
Very Amateur Singer (at evening
party)-"Let me like a soldier fall l"
Agonized Gueet-"You certainly
should if I had a gun anywhere handy.'
Depth of Woe: "Did George look.
anxious when he proposed to you,
Kitty?' "Yes; he looked as it he
were learning to ride a wheel."-Ohi
Sinobson-"I feel dweadfally. I
gave an at home yesterday and only
ten people came." Quiz-"Why don't
'you give a funeral? You'd have it
Attorney-"What was there sbout
the deceased that led you to believe he
was of unsound mind " Witness
"Well, for one thing, he abhorred
bioyles. "-Philadelphia North Ameri.
Teaoher-"Now, Freddie, sines you
have correotly spelled Philadelphia,
can you tell me what State it is in?"
Freddie-"Yes, sir. I heard pa say
the other day that it was in a state of
Hioks-"I saw your poem in the
paper last week. How did you get
your pull with the editor?'! Wioks-
"Oh, I didn't bother the editor, I
called upon the business manager."
"!Tow, Johnny; do you understand
thoroughly why I am going to whip
you?" "Yes'm. You're in bad
umor this morning, an' you've got to,
lick some one before you 11 feel satis
Msrgaret-"Don't you think Mande
loved Charlie?" Ethol-"No, dear;
it is my firm belief that she only mar
ried him for his bautiftl collection
of striped outing shirts."--Philadel
phis North American.
He-"Which did you like best of my
verems?" She-"Why, the one on the
first page." e--"Let me see, Which
one was that?" She-"Don't you re
member? The one in quotstion
"You do not go ontoften to dinner,
Mrs. Waddigton?" "No, I don't
think the best dinner on eoth is sum.
eient e6mpemsation for asking one's
self agreeable for three hoes at a
Daughter-"Thie piano is really my
very own, isn't it, papa?" Pa-"Yw,
mydear." And when I marry I e
take it with me, oan I?" "Ouertrin,
my child; but don't tell say one. It
might spoil your ohanoes. -Tit-Bite.
FPerry-"Vby don't you get mar
ried? Don't say you on't stma the
expense. That exoue is too thin."
Hargreaves-"I could stand the ex
pense well enough, hut the girl's father
says he can't." -Oineinnati Eanquirer.
Miss Bellefeld-"Do you like Mir.
Van Brem, Nellie?' Miss Bloomield
(who is addieted to slaag)--"Y, I
like him I don't think." Miss Belle.
field-"That is the great trouble with
yeou, Nellie. You should uonltivate a
habit of thought."-PittsburgOron
"What do you think of my work
with the inetmrs?" asked the young
man, who is m enthusiastie amtaear
photographer. "It's splemdid an its
way," replied the girl who mas well.
"It's better than any of the protfp
sionual eneaurlsts can do."-Wash,
A Continuous Perfomansee: "'Yo
remember when I proposed to yout?'
said the young husband. '"I believe
I do reoollect something of the sort,"
aswesed the yong wife, "Aid oyou
told ame I would have to se yaour
mother." "Y~~a" "I mast havemt
understood you, I never drmed
theatt t wa the programme that I
ashoald see your mother every day I
esame hoe."'-Indtanapolis JournOa.
-. A White Cet..
A white eoon that hasa't a dark
hair oa its body is owned at Weler,
Idaho, and is a kind of town pet It
has distinguished itself by wlpping
aitl the doje in the aeighborhood, and
is sare death to eats that stray into'its
vieinity. It spends most of its time
elhained to the sidewalk outside its
Beaalnst Cents,, Vt, with a