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ST. FRANCISVILLE, LOUISIANA.
The Snitarianl quotes l)r. ELrico
Ilorselli as syivini that I[iv.;w. 'i, p,,.r
sons are partiinltally iiaitle to com(,imit
suicide or to ie:o, I : Iai d.
England hais a "SoVci:ty of. (rn
sades," which will mi:tke th, j;l,,,rinl
ago to ,JerlliSialm iie:t Septe..l,,:er.
' iThe pil.~r ri~ will mi:,t in thi (i, 1" :
tian teilc thin r'e :tid '."c( it ' r :1t
subject of ia ,wiinii;l tIa the " :
rens at r'obb)'r :mu e:tli t -p r,,t I1:1.1 at
i de th,' with . (:'is;e of .)il y ntain"
i lng $2,01)t 0 I l the f'irt.,ttl io 1 :l :a i,
and the citizr.-ns 'hot, lown hit. two
pals, thul eli': in , hit of tl : l io te::-
sity of "*o hckiig uip."
'1T'(wlve tholoIusl ves Vll v lon lii r1 itt
eighty-four chilihren were turnci away
in New York City at the )opening of
the school year for lick of schiool atc
commodation. The New York In(le
ipendent, in commennting on the liact,
says; "This is utterly disgraceful to
the authoritie4s of the city."
The following figures show tlhe pro.
portion of legislators to the !populta
lion in Canada. The jroportiou in
Ontario is one legislator to ev,:ry
23,53:1 of poplhitioi tin,l itsh Colltmbi:
has one to every 2,950 personI, Princel
Edward island ()on t() every ,,(;.,I,
Manitoba ont t, 1013, New i na
wick one to 7, 835, Novit Scotia one to
11,832 and Qt ebee one( to 20,t)0.
Russia is determined to hatve a port
on the Atlantic, and has commenced
work ait a plitce ca:llet leEkutrinograd,
situated on, the M3lrirtat coasut of La:p
land, between tio White sea: and the
Norwegian boutudary, anil at a point,
thanks to the gulf streult, free fromn
ice the winter through. A lioe has
likewise been begun to connect the
new port with St. Petersburg.
It has been discovered in Paris that
if bone marrow be not the elixir of
life, at least it is a powerful tonic. It
is now served in Parisian restaurants
sspreat on thin slices of bread in a
dainty manner, and is said to be a
palatable morsel, The old hunters of
this country could have given pointers
on the merits of the marrow-lbone
many years ago, adds the Now Or
leans Picayune.
The selectiou of a design for a
Canadian flag is still an interesting
topic to citizens of the new (doniinon.
A recent suggestion coiues fromn a
resident of Toronto, who advocates
the placing of a single large white
fleur-deo-lin as the "emblemn of old
France--F'ranco as it was in 1750
'rance when it possessed and gov
ernod Canada"-and his idea is to
commemorate by this monarchical
emblem the French Canadian part of
tho scheme of confederation. "'In the
union jack," he says,are the combined
symbols of England, Scotland and
Ireland; their sons want nothing
more. Letus place on our British
ensign the insignia of France of the
eighteenth century, out of gratitude
and respect for her sons and.their de
scendants, who did so much and so
well for La Nouvello France,and have
so recently shown that they are ready
todoas much and as well for our
grand common country-Canada."
Dr. Charles B. Spahr, who has writ
ten "Au Essay on the Present Distri.
bntion of Wealth in the United
States," has determined from an iun.
teresting collection of statistics that
one per cent of the families in the
United States receive nerly one
fourth of tile wholeo income of the
country; fifty per cent. receive barely
one fiith. In 1893 out of 330,0001) fan
iles in New York city, two-thirds were
propertyless, and the same state of
things obtained in greater or less
dtegree in all the large cities.
Overlooking the law of equil
rights, he concludes that the p)uI
lie welfare demands a progressive in
come tax. Dr. Spahr's figures on the
distribution of wealth in great Brit
ain are particularly interesting. HIe
laims that at the present time 2,625,
000 persons in the United JKingdom
own £10,700,000,000 of private proj
erty, while 6,0001000 fatmilies, three.
fourths of the population, have no
registered property at all. Loss than
two per cent. of the families of the
United Kingdom hold three times as
much private property as all the re
mainder and 93 per cent, of the peo
ple hold less thun eight per cent, of
the accumulated wealth, -
GOD'S GARDEN.
There Is a fepeeless garden ovengrvr n
Wltlk buds ,IJ bloonoms and all sorts of
teaves; 44
And once among tlhe roses and sheavr
The Garlener and I were there alone.
He led me to the plot w;heyo I hat th:r.nwa
The fennel df tihy days on waste.l ground,
And in the riot of sa;:' weeds I fount
The fruitage ofa life that wa; my owni.
MIy life! Alh, yes, there was my life, ine'le ,
And there were all the lives of human
kind;
And they were like a book that I couli read!
Whoso every leaf, miraculously signed,
Controlled itself fiom Thought's eternal
SCe],
Love-roted in God's ga.ran of the Mini.
-Edwin A. Robin.uo
HIS RIVAL'S MUSE,
LAL'D:" iMOiAIN was
putting the finishing
touches to his live
! . nt ro'aautic <re::ns,
ýV written in the pure.;t
Slauk verse. As the
author's mind coni
jured the scene of
luxury and princely prodigality le
became unmindful that his own room
was a little attic apartment, with no
carpet, one chair, a rough table, a
narrow couch and a tallow dip. Now
he grouped the characters together-
thcee pairs of lovers, juvenile lovers
and elderly whimsical lovers-and the
curtain amid such witty lines as de
light a Parisian audience. The play
was completed and Claude was-hun
gry. It is one thing to be hungry and
another thing to be able to appease
hunger. Claudoruminated mournful
ly upon the felicity of all the charac
ters of the piece, blessed with abun
dance, and upon his own misery.
Poet and dramatist! Had he known
what was in store for him he would
have learned a trade. "All the same
I shall go to bed without any supper,"
commented Claude, casting hungry
glances at the candle and being in a
frame of mind to appreciate all the
marvelous tales heo had read of ship
wreeked mariners and their appetites
for all manner of miscellaneous arti
cles, such as a bit of shoe. This train
of thought was interrupted by a knock
at the door.
"Come in," said Claude, and a stout
man, with a rather florid face, fash
ionably dressed, entered. He bowed
politely, surveying the room with con
siderable surprise.
"MI. Claude Mlorain?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," answered the poet.
"I come on a business mutter, sir."
"Very well; be seated."
And Claude handed him the only
chair, sitting on the couch himself.
The visitor dusted the chair carefully
and then proceeded to occupy it gin
gerly.
"\Vhrt can I do for you?" asked the
young man.
"You are a poet, I understand?"
"I have written poems, sir."
"Well, I want to engage your ser
vices. I want you to write nie one
poem a day and I'll pay you well for
it. Let me see; I'll pay you ten francs
a poem."
Ten francs a day! Claude thought
he was dreaming. But he strove to
conceal his joy and inquired as coldly
as possibly:
"What magazine do you own, may
I ask?"
"None."
"What newspaper?"
"None."
"But I don't understand."
"I want the poem for myself. They
will not be published."
"Will you explain furthr?"
"Well, you see, M. Claude, the
matter stands just like'this. I am pay
ing attention to a certain young lady;
that young lady is sentimental, ro
mantle, full of moonshine and non
sense. I must win her, for she is not
only beautiful and aristocratic, but
has a considerable fortune. Now, 1
don't seem to have made as much
progress as I should have done, sol've
made up my mind to feed her mood
upon rhymes, iambics, verses, stanzas,
lyrics and so on. I can't write them
myself, but that doesn't matter. One
can always buy what he wants in this
world if he has money. So my proposi
tion is this: (Taking out his purse.)
You are to write one poem a day,
such as a lover would addreji to a ro
mantio girl just out of school. These
poems I propose to send."
"And she will conclude you wrote
them?" asked the amused and yet an
noyed poet.
"Why not?"
"Really, sir, you are a novel kin
of lover."
"Confess that it was a good stroke
of diplomacy," laughed the visitor.
"To deceive a girl?"
"Pooh I She'll get over her roman
tio fancies. All women do. Youhes
itate? Think of what ten francs will
do for you every day. It will buy you
plenty to eat and plenty to drink. Be
sides, if you don't do it, someone else
will, for i'm bound to carry her off
from all my rivals."
"Well, I consent. The first poem
will be ready to-morrow. Now what
is she like?"
"Rather tall, good looking, yes, a
stunning girl !"
"But," said the poet, "I must have
further details. Wha cblor are her
eyes?"
"I don't know."
S"Aid her hair' .
"A sort of a T think."
"What feor 'refer?"
"How
''W1
ch 4bdquostsons.
manild the visitor.
'I"desired to learn he"
ment taoe exhetly," rer'
humbly. "However,
ter.
.· i '" l
here's ten francs in advance to inspire r
you. The poem is addressed by me to
her. Won't she be surprised when
she gets it? She thinks I'm a com
monplace sort of a fellow. I'll make
her think there's more to me than ap
pears on the surface. Good nig!ht,
Mr. Poet; if you do your work well
I'll give you steady employment".
He bowed himself out, leaving :i ten
franc piece n,u the table, and Claude
heard him stumbling downstairs with
many an imn:recation concerning the
darkness and steepness of the stairway.
Claude called the landlady's daughter
and soon there was set before him an
appetizing meal, such as he had not
tasted for month:. He also indulged
in the e.travagance of another candle.
He felt z ich, indeed. Ten francs a
day? lrEnough to k;eep the wolf away.
Enough to keep body and soul to
gether. Enough so that he would eat
three times a ,lay instead of once in
three days. N!ls spirits arose as the
nourishing dithics disap,:eared. lie
light :e1 a It g r.
"Julie," he rclpeate3 sorftly. ";fw
her face colmes lack ! The littlc cou!l
tess ! Happy days? Yc4 ; it is to le,,
my love, my lost love, I will s pek.
Oh, Time, what a roverns ful o!l fel
low thou art. Wi\~ could h;ave im
agined bankruptcy wo.uld have ruined
a noble house end that I who had
plenty in the heyday ot'life, am now
but a scurvy scribbler in an attic
chamber, addressing madrigals to an
other's charmer Lat so many sons
per rhyme! Yes, between the past
and the preseut is a yawning chasm,
but I, standing on the brink, may look
across and see my old love who has
forgotten, who remembers no more
the happy days of childhood.
"Now, away with such fancies! Let
the poet assert himself; not the lover.
Yet to this ideal I must ever appeal."
His pen sputtered and the words
ran trippingly across the paper. He
gazed thoughtfully at the wall where
the plastering had fallen and again the
pen tripped across the paper, back
again and then across once more. Ho
eyed the broken window pane with a
towel picturesquely thrust into th2
aperture and the pen fairly flew mer
rily to and fro. He glanced at the
plac in the ceiling where the rain had
dr;pped through and then hp gaily
nunctuated the verses. He read them
over and something like a tear ap
peared in his eye. He passed his
hr.nd across his brow. "This is melau
choly work playing with the shadows
of the past," he said, as he blow out
his candle and went to bed.
The next morning his visitor reap
peared and Claude handed him the
poem. He read it carefully.
"Very good," he said; "it must be
good; I don't understand it. That
last turn is especially fine. To-day
will be a day of surprises for her. I
will send it with flowers by my ser
vant. Good: day. Remember, to
morrow morning at ten o'clock I will
call for the goods-I mean the poem,
and expect to find it ready."
For several days the poet pursued
this occupation. One morning his
patron called, in high glee, waving a
letter.
"See what diplomacy may accom
plish, Mr. Poet," he said. "Just read
that. Am 1 going to win her? Well,
1 think I am. i'll double your salary,
that's what I'll do. There's nothing
small about me, and on the wedding
day I'll write you out a check. Bat
look at this." And he pointed to a
passage in a letter. "Your words have
touched me very much. I never gave
you credit for such depth of feeling.
How we are apt to misjudge! Your
words touch a secret chord in my na
ture, dear friend, shall I confess it?
When I see you, alas, it is different!
Have a little patience with me."
"There, what do you think of that?"
shouted the lover. "Isn't she already
won? Keep right on. These roman
tie girls can't fool me. Grind out the
poetry. I'll provide the wherewithal."
But as Claude worked his heart be
came dark and clouded. It oppressed
him constantly to be bringing up an
image from the past. He struggled
manfully but determined to break his
contract with the lover as soon as
possible. He had the joy of learning
that his romantic play would soon be
produced and he trusted it might be
successful so that he could devote
himself solely to his dramatic work.
He had been so filled with old mem
ories that he incorporated them in
the poems, disguised it is true. He
resorted to such fantastic devices as
concealing his name and that of Julie,
his old love, in these effmsioas. Sub.
rosa there were many tender messages.
to his ideal which his patron
could not observe. He brought up
many a childhood incident in which
the Countess Juho and lie figured.
Once when [is patron expresses some
doubt regarding one of these vagaries,
Claude silenced him imperiously with
something about poetic license. 'The
poems were a perfeot cryptogram,
telling in cypher the story, or other.
wise, by intimation or hint, the love
of his life, his boyish adoration for
the young :Countess, the downfall
of his father's fortunes and the ruin of
the family name, his struggles ii.
Paris, his aspirations for fame and re
nown. The sad consciousness that he
had lost the young girl breathed
through th hlines and resignation of
.a noble soul 'to the inevitable, made
he pathos ~lee apparent. But one
.thing that l esd the poet's patron
was th* his bloved en
\s'"e ne toward him ah
* 'na evg
Ingr
wondering if she renmembercd him and
dimly conscious that she sat there like
a statue, paying no attention to th3
mran with the florid lace ani apptr
eatly oblivious to the performnmc'e.
Sick :-t heart that she should belon: to
another, Clauleo hlt the theatre, feel
in;' that it mattered lnot to him whether I
the play was aucccs:-: .
Tht next morning a hand::omo
equnipge stopped before the buidingi,
antd a footman nmountelt the stairway,
sniffed haughtily as though he neilh
borhood was little to his liking, in
lquired "uppi3hiy" of the landlady
where M. Claude Morain was to be
found and then procveded on his up
ward journey with a: grant of dissatis
faction.
"Comae in," shouted the poet, who
was taking his morniniu' meal.
The footian str ui.; arrogantly
throu.~h the doorw:ay :1,1 gazed con
le:npuuu0..y at the i::ta.bby Gurro:nid
"'Is this I. (; :l;1r" era.l.?" he
"It i.s; what do "o' w::nt?"
"What do I wa:t? \il, I have to
delivcr this Imessa::'."
"\Why don't yoi;,aud tie q'uick about
it, for I'm busy."
The fuotmanu bo:emrue more haughty,
Ieut hr.uded to the poet ,in envelope.
The poet opened it and read a brief
messag-e. 'Is becname red with confu
sion and remained standing there ia
ecstasy. The footman shifted from
foot to foot. Who was this shabby
fellow who kept him waiting so long?
"Well, the answer?" said the foot
man, finally.
"Oh, you're still here, are you? I
had forgotten about you. Just tell
your mistress I will call at the hour
appointed."
"Tell her what?" repeated the
amazed servant.
"Tell the'countess what I have said
and go, as I am busy."
When the footman had departed.'
Claude gazed at the note with rapture.
"Will you not come and see your old
friend. Julie, at 3 o'clock this after
noon?" At tfirt he thought, of refus
ing, remembering the florid man, his
patron. Besides, he had entered into
a base conspiracy with his rival.
Thcse poems! And then he told him
Felf he would see her at all hazards.
He counted what money he halt and,
donning his best clothes, went into a
general merchanndisn establishment,
where he purchased new gloves, a new
necktie and sundry other articles of
attire of which lie was in urgent need.
Ho hired a carriage at the appointed
hour and repaired to her home.
She seemed like the stame Julie I:e
had known ten years ago. " She greet
ed him with a blush.
"It is long since we hive met." she
said. "I saw your play last ntigit,
For an hour Claude was in Elysium.
She had grown very attractive and lihe
asked himself if this coulds.be his olc~
playmate, the little Julie whose par
ents' estate had adjoined that of his
father. Claude's rapture was broken
by a servant entering with the card of
hi. rival.
"Tell him I am busy to-day," said
the little countess. "VYou are a poet,
I understand?"
Claude began to sta:nmner,when she
opened an enameled box 'lnd, ook
therefrom a'large package of'poems.
"I sent for you to ask you if these
verses are sincere?" ,· ,
"Really, I am no judge."
"Oh, I don't care forthe poems
themselves, but what they conceal.
Take this one, for example, As I read
down, the first letter of each line I
find what? 'Claude and Julie.' That
is what it spells. Sirange, isn't it?"
"It is rather peculiar," murmured
the embarrassed poet.
"Now here is another. The same
test and I find: 'I love Julie.' Is
that a coincidence? it might be, but
that the letters of the last six lines
spell what? Why, 'Claude.' So we
have: 'I love Julio, Claude.' So all
through the poems I find secretive
love messages from a certain Claude.
Again, he tells me his full name in
this Ode .to the Midnight Wind:
'Claude Morain, Julie's boy lover.' I
find ciphers everywhere," laughed the
Countess. "Your poems are regular
puzzles. Now what I want to know is
-what do you mean by it?"
"Nothing, I assure you, absolutely
nothing," stammered the post.
"Why, you, Claude-a deceiver,'
said she, merrily. "Then those were
mere' words-mere nothings! Alas,
whom are we to believet in this world?"
"No, no," protested the poet. "I
did intend them of cour,~e-I could
not forget-so you see-'
"A lucid explanation, truly," she
exclaimed gayly and he became more
confused.
"It is the only one I have to give,"
he said humbly. "I can only ask your
pardon for-"
The countess now faced him with
flashing eyes and determined muion.
"Did you, or did you not, moan
what you wrote?"
He became just as defiant. All his
embarrassment vanished.
"1 did mean those words. I did
not know you would see them. I am
sorry you have. And now, good.
bye."
"Stay." : :'
"Julieo"
"Are you engaged this evening,
Clatude."
"No; that is'-"
'"Then you must take me to the
tl.atre; I will expect you here, and,
perhaps, Claude, we will see many of
your plays together."
As he entered his carriage he saw
her gazinig out of the window. She
blushed and drew back; then im
pulsively threw him a kiss with her
hand, as she had done when they were
children. And the oldj hansom be
-,as a chariot of the gods.-IDetroit
Press.
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Ahtry-three thousand sir hundred
ven' scientific and literary books
liblished in Germany in 1895.
,es not include periodicals.
.V
BUDGET OF FUN.
L1U3IOR,'US StKETCHEIS F!M031
VARIOUS SOURCES.
Ofl the Stump--The Land of Liberty
--Corret--A Sate uard-Easily
Er¢)a ined-Indulgin
IIerself, Etc., Etc.
'Tis swoet, good orator, to note
Th! prospect that appe'ar.:
Ton'll have a chanct to rest your throat
For four deiicious years.
ACCOUNTED FOR.
Grace-"I never saw any one with
nch a ivacant expression as Cholly."
"No; he's always thinking of him
self."-Pack.
COIIE(' T.
Tcea-chir-"Tell Inca few of the most
important things c:isting to-day which
did not exist a hundred years ago."
Tommy- "Us. "-Au wers.
A ',UES'.
Jones-"Who was it that said 'The
unexpected always happens?' "
Jenkins-"I don't know. Wasn't it
somel)ody connected with the Weather
Bureau?"--fuck.
INDULGING HEIISEL'P.
Younger Sister--"What are you go
ing to do on your birthday, Eva?"
Eva (a belle of some seasons)-"Oh,
I don't know. Take a year off, I sup
pose. "-Punch.
TilE LAND OP LTDR1ITY.
Barber (out West)--"Your head is
very-"
Cowboy (showing revolver)-"Eh ?"
Barber (hastily)--"Very clean, sir."
-New York Weekly.
EASILY EXPLAINED.
Barber-'"You say you have been
here before? I don't seem to remem
ber your `ace."
Victim-"Probably not. It is all
healcd up now. "-Tit-BDis.
'rcIE PA):LOR IND.
"Don't you think Chollie Slim and
Anne Spatts would make a good
match ?"
"First-rate. He'd be the stick and
she the brimstone. "--Harper's Bazar.
A SAFEGrARCPD.
Mir. Poorly--"This 'ero wall'll fall
down ef ye don't fix i; th' cracks are i
enorniois."
Landlord-"All right. I'll have it
papered at once."-Atlanta Constitu
tion.
COMPARISONS.
lBaldcrlon-"Your hair, is like a
'stroke of lightning, old man--such an
awful shock, you know."
Buzzfuzz-"And yours is like a fool
and his money-soon parted."--a.
awers.
GROTESQUES.
"Did yoil hear how Splasher made a
big hit in posters?"
"No; how did he do it?"
"He tinted up a lot of photographs
out of old family albums."-Chicago
Record.
AND IIe WOULDN'T )o TIlAT.
"Hubly, what1 in the deuce dfd you
mean by letting that note I Indorsed
for you go to protest?"
"Why, man, there was no other way
unless I paid the thing."-Detroit
Free Press.
AN ENCOUTRAG(EMENT TO VALOIR,
Smith--"I see that a bullet from
one of those new rifles will kill six
men, standing one behind another."
Thompson-"You don't say? In
that case, a man might just as well go
to the front."--Puack.'
NO INDUCEMENT TO STEAL.
"Say, Tradeley, why toes your
floor walker never watch4i bargain
counter ?"
"Because things are so cheap there
that thieves prefer to i:uy and, have
the goods delivered."-Detroit Free
Press.
HIS WANDERING WITS.
"Do you think that druggist is
really deranged?"
"Yes, crazy as a bicycle rider. He
sold me a nickel's worth of pepper
mint and didn't stick his own label
over the one already on the bottle."
Chicago Record.
IRREFRAGABLE PROOF.
"Sprockett is in love with Ethel
Gadsby."
"Did he tell you so?"
"No, but he has replaced the pic
ture of his bicycle he used to carry in
his watch by her photograph."
Washington Times.
A QUFSTION FOR PROI-HETS.
* Gazway-"Speaking of the world
being round, tliere's one thing that
bothers me."
Jizney-"What's that?"
Gazway-"If it's true that it's
round, how is it possible for it to come
to an end ?"-Roxbury Gazette.
ON THE PORCH.
Waggleton-"That's a fine looking
girl you have just engaged, Mrs.
Briggs."
Briggs-"She's as fine as a fiddle."
Mrs. Briggs-"Well, just bear in
mind, Mr. Briggs, that you've no ear
for music l"-Cleveland Plain Dealer.
DEPARTUENT STORE WORIEUS.
"Great sensation in that big depart
ment store."
"What was it?"
"An elephant fell out of the zoo de
partment through seven skylights and
ruined the ice In the basement skating
rink department."-Chicago Record.
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TM CF1ERTra IDIOT.
*'I see that they caught the fello
who broke out of jail last week," saidi
the boardcr who was looking over the.
paper.
"Of course,' said the Cheerful
Idiot. "A fllo' who breaks out is
sure to be sl;o:ted."-I utianapoli
Journal.
T'iE MODE1X w.1y,
Old Lady (the old style)--"What
my dear, are you dippl g into the third
volume to see ii they mcIrriy.?"
Young Lady (the new style)-",ObF
they were married early in the first
volume, 1 only wanted to see if it wa.
really her husband who poisoncder."
-The Sketch.
:.NY OD::2lI ATIE LD.
TMr. Slo wpy irii y)-"I wish to get
mnasl:tlred for a isuit of clothes, but it
will hl: abiout three weeks before I can
payV for them, as our pay -day comes
ouly olnce "t lou:th nor;. 'low soon
cL:Ot you haly l1.om )one?'
'lai!or--"l T--I t me see. In about
three ;%tc. '-New York Weekly.
1A DIIFI('TUTY.
"I'a reallv v. r exas-perating," re
marlkl young 'lrs. Torkins.
''"hat do you mean?" inquired the,
visitor.
"This financial qu.estion."
"Can't you understand it?".
"Yes; sometimes I see through it.
very clearly for at second or two. But
Charley always goes ahead talking
about it and mixing it all up again.'"
-Washington Star.
THME OICE or EXPERIENCE.
"So you're going to make a politicat
speech," said the old-time politician.
"Yes," replied his son.
"Would you olbject. to my giving
you a little advice?"
"Not at all."
"If I were in your place I'd be as
general in my remarks as possible.
Stick to the American eagle, and our
own dear native land as much as pos
sible, and don't bear any harder on.
the vital issues than is absolutely
neces::i'ry. You may be running for
ollice yourself some day, and you don't.
know what your politics may be then,
you know."-Washington Star.
A liemarlkablo Family.
German Township,:\I rsh all County,
Ind., has a remarkable 4family .I*hey
are the Heckttmans, the pioneers of
that family being Mr. and Mrs. Jacob.
i eekaman,Sr., who came from Storke
County, Ohio, in the early thities, l1
are the oldest settlers ot Marshall
County,the husband inow being eigh*.
three years old, the wife eightysnet
Neither had ever seen an electric lighb
until last winter, though both were
near towns that used them. The wife
never rode on a railroad until about a
year ago. Both are excellently pre
served, and are the parents of ten sons,.
and two daughters, all living in that.
vicinity except one daughter, with.
seven children, who resides in Kansas.
Four of the sons are the prrints of I'
twelve children gach, and there are 157
of that name, none more distantly re- M.
lated that first cousins, who 'resides
within a distance of two miles in that
locality.
So numerous are the Ieckamans in
that neighborhood that the advent of I
a new infantile aspirant for a name
different from that of some neighbor
ing Hecanman is. a matter of grave
concern, and namnes are found dupli.
cated and triplicated, causing consid-
erable confusion. The Heeka'ans
dwell there harmoniously, and their
good will is of no small political im
portance. Thire senior Hckamans are'
great-great-grandparents, and the
family has been noted for its longevity
-one, a Mrs. Wryonughb, living to be
103 years old. Besides those men
tioned, quite a number of the Iisoka
mans live in loclitios a little more.
distant. The family is a Marshall
County marvel.--Boston Advertiser.
Flying Machines.
It has been so frequently stated or
late that the problem of the flying mas
chine has been solved, and investiga-
tion has proven that most of the elaims
are without practical foundation, that
the majority of people need not be
blamed if they express themselves 8.
exceedingly incredulous on the subjeot
of aerial navigation. It is amusingt'"
note the curious forms that flying ma
chines have taken. One model strik
ingly resembles an enormous grasshop-'
per. There is a long cylindrical bodly
and wing-uhaped side pieces. The
feet and antennm are tolerably well
represented by the rods and braces
that work and strengthen the machine.
There are also nmo:lels with overlap
ping sections resembling the. siding on
a building. A quaint and curious
model is dome-shaped and worked
with pedals. The problem of flying
may be solved at some time in the fl
ture, but so far as has been made pub
lie, there is little yet invented that
gives reasonable assurance of flying,
at least during-the life of the present
generation.--New York Ledger.
Tile Hero of 'levuna,
Where is Osman Pasha, the hero of
P.erna, during all this turmnoil and
uisorder in the Turkish Empire?' It.
reads very peculiar, but it is none thebo
less true, to learn that this almost for
gotten soldier now occupies the e
sentially Oriental position of "sealer"
in the kitchen of the Sultan. flis duty
consists in sealing all the dishesiinf
tended for his master's table immedi"
ately after they are prepared. As the
cooks are likewise very trusty ser
vants-having, as might be expeoted,
their wages paid with a punotuality
which must raise the envy of the
troops-the dishes are effectually se*
cured against the insertion of poison
by any unauthorized persons, and
after being carried into the royal dine
ing room the seals are brcken in Ab-.
dul Hlamid's presence.--New York
Journal
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