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U TIMELY CHRISTMAS TALES TOLD IN THE CLOAK ROOMS AT THE CAPITOL, And Cleverly Keloid for Our Headers by Amos J. Cummings — Row the Holiday Season in Different Parts of This Broad Land of Ours Is Observed— Some Interesting Stories. Correspondence of the Globe. [Copyrighted.] Washington. Dec. 20, lb'J3.— lt would be interesting to know how all members of congress spend their Christmas. The house and senate are always in session in December. The economists generally try to use as much of the month for business as possible. Sometimes con gress adjourns on the 226. to meet on the 3d of January. At other times it adjourns on the 2uth to meet on the 3d or 4th of January. Ibis adjournment is what is known as the holiday recess. It gives all the members east of the Mississippi an opportunity to spend their Christmas at home. The Pacific coast members aud others from far-off districts are forced to remain in Washington or visit some outlying city. The Down-East members enjoy their Christmas in their own peculiar way. They, have plenty of picked-up codfish, tongues and sounds, pork and beans, and roast tur key with celery and cranberry sauce. Some attend church, and others enjoy prayer meetings on Christmas eve. The Christmas dinner is a family affair, and is productive of the best cheer. Usually there is snow upon the ground, and the jingling of sleigh bells is heard. Oc casionally a representative attends a Christmas dance, while others listen to scientific lectures and witness magic lantern exhibitions. In Boston, if Congressman O'Neil is to be believed, they go to the theaters, where skirt dances have taken the place of pantomimes. Formerly they shook props for dead poultry. A prop is a sort of a shell used in the place of dice. With the advance of civilization, how ever, props have disappeared. Senator Gallineer tells a good story concerning a Christinas celebration iv New Hampshire. A commodore in the navy was invited to address a Sunday school at a Christmas celebration, lie accepted the invitation with some trepi dation. As he entered the lecture room of the church he saw the smiling and happy faces of the children before him, and his trepidation was increased. Upon being introduced to the children he said: "Little children, we are as sembled here today for the purpose ot celebrating the anniversary of the death of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." At this an old Congregational deacon seized the tails of the commodore's em broidered coat and yanked them furi ously. "Not death, not death." he audibly whispered. "Birth— birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." The commodore paid no attention to the interruption. He began his speech anew. "Little children," he repeated, "as 1 said before, we are assembled here today for the purpose of celebrating the annhersary of the death of our Lord and fcfavior Jesus Christ." Again the deacon twitched the naval coat tails furiously. "Birth, com modore," he repeated, "birth, not death. This is not Good Friday." A third time the commodore began to address the scholars. "Little children," -he repeated, ''as 1 have heretofore re marked, we are assembled here today ■for the purpose of celebrating the anniversary of the death' of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." "Birth," shouted the deacon, "birth, Bir." The deacon's voice and attitude were 60 formidable that the commodore was compelled to reply. Turning toward him.he said in a tone of offended dignity, "Death, sir. You seem to forget that 1 am an Episcopalian." •The New Jersey, New York and Pennsylvania members enjoy them selves differently from the New Eng- Jauders. A few attend church. Others Spend Christmas eve in raffling for turkeys. The greatest raffling section in the United States today is said to be Sussex county, New Jersey. Besides "raffling for turkeys, they have on Christ inas day what they call a turkey shoot. The turkey i 6 placed in the snow some seven or eight hundred yards away, where his head alone is seen. Each Wan pays a specified sum as an entrance fee, and the performance begins. Rifles alone are used. The gobbler is a wary bird. After two or three shots he seems to scent the situation. As he sees the flash of the gun, he ducks his head. This is kept up until be finally becomes a victim to an expert marksman. Congressman Tracey, of Albany, it is said, usually spends Christmas eve coasting down Capitol hill. He is the only congressman in the house who is able to steer both a single and double ripper, steel-shod and well oiled. Christmas recalls to Congressman Booker, of the Chautauqua district, vis ions of mince and pumpkin pies, with currant and elderberry wine in abun dance. There are plenty of sermons and no raffling in bis district. The turkeys are large and fat.and are usually stuffed with stale bread, sage and potatoes. Congressmen who represent the Penn sylvania Dutch have their turkeys stuffed with chestnuts and drink glee wine. Maryland congressmen have RAFFLING FOR TURKEYS IN NEW JER- roast turkey, but eat very little of it. They reserve their appetite for terrapin stews, and the terrapins are genuine diamond backs at $9C)a dozer.. Away out in Minnesota, Christmas is usually a cold, crisp day. The weather is dry but very cold. Men's ears break off and tall on the ground. Congress man Boen, of that state, a native Nor wegian, enjoys his Christmas in true Scandinavian style. The farmers pay long visits to their neighbors, half a dozen families staying at one farm. The host and family with the guests Start in procession over the snow to the house of one of the visitors. Then to another, and so on until each has been a host and guest to all in turn. Dancing is the favorite amusement, and the polsk, as they call it, the favorite dance. These celebrations are termed Yulekiks. Congressman Boen never misses one of these Yulekiks. Each Norwegian has a pipe in his mouth, and there are spirits on the side table. Aside from this there are sprats, tongues, slices of German sausage, and cheese with a multiplicity of names and flavors. There are more quadrilles than country dances, and wore waltzes than quadrilles. Among the dances there is an interminable cotillion ; the dancers standing around in a ring and the partners being distrib uted at random: a card or watchword is given to two persons of different sexes and the Norwegian takes half a dozen whirls with the lady whose card cor responds with his own. After this she xesumes her place, while the Norwegian THE SAINT PAUL DAILY GLOBE: SUNDAY MORNING. DECEMBER j>4, 1863.— TWENTY PAGES. -CHRISTMAS SUPPLEMENT. spins around in search of fresh partners. There is what is called a hailing dance, in which the Norwegians turn somer saults and at times sink so low lhat then; knees get nearer the ground than their heels. A leap in the air has to be made and some part of the wall to be touched, with the toe. Boen enjoys these dances immensely. MSB Hon. Alexander B. Montgomery, of Kentucky, elves a good idea of Christ mas celebrations in his state. In some of the congressional districts the day is ushered in with horn blowing, bursts of anvils and the snapping of lire crackers. Kentucky nectar flows free ly, even before breakfast, but never so freely as to prevent the truly pious man from attending church and paying de vout attention to the sermon. In the afternoon there are horse races, and occasionally a chicken dispute. At night the air Is filled with music. Uncle Tom thrums the banjo, there are juba dances, and the few remaining old plantation negroes are in the seventh heaven of delight. Occasionally Camp bellite preachers celebrate the day in baptizing new converts. A story told by Asher G. Caruth is worth repeating here. It was before the war. A negro preacher had been holding a powerful revival meeting. Many negroes, some bad and others worse, had been converted. All were to be baptized on Christmas day. The immersion was In Blue Lick" creek. Several colored women had been bap tized, when a tall, powerful Ethiop was led into the stream by the officiating clergyman. He seemed to be afraid of the creek. The preacher led him out /Mi THEY RESERVE THEIR APPETITE FOP. TERRAPIN STEWS. where the water nearly reached his arm-pits. After repeating the usual formula, he endeavored to immerse him. The frightened convert slipped from him, and went down the stream. The current was quite strong. After a good deal of s fluttering and splashing he managed to reach the opposite shore. There he climbed upon a worm fence, surrounded by a sympathetic crowd, and sat shivering in the sunlight. Recovering his breath he gasped out to those around him, "Some Kentucky gemmen is done gwine to lose a nigger, wif such fool ishness as dis, 'fore long." In John Allen's district the day is spent in drinking egg-nog and eating roast possum and baked sweet potatoes. Squirrel pies are also served and the turkey Is not forgotten. John says that they prefer dry turkey. Turkeys, un like all Mississippians, are uot always dry. They frequently stuff them with stale bread, chestnut?,and sweet acorns. Mr. Allen says he objects to the acorns. He ate a turkey once that was stuffed with acorns from what he calls a Barley oak. The flavor was a little to delicate. It left a bitter taste in the mouth which quarts of persimmon wine failed to wash away. In lower Mississippi, in the district represented by the Hon. Thomas K. VISITING OX CHRISTMAS DAY IX MIXXE SOTA. Stockdale, the wild turkeys are usually stuffed with oysters. These shell fish come from Mississippi sound, and are said to be the most delicious in flavor of any on the American coast. In Mobile and New Orleans there is a gorgeous Mardi Gras display. The Mystic Krewe. the Cowbelllans, and the Twelfth Night Revellers are out in parade, and the whole city is filled with enthusiasm. The fire-cracker comes into play, sky-rockets climb the heavens at night, and the air is filled with tintinnabulations and music from the horns. The observance of the day recalls Fourth of July celebrations in the North. Away out iv Texas, in Cram's. Cul berson's and Buck Kilgore's districts, there are high old Christmas celebra tions. That great representative of Texas life, Col. Bill Sterrett, says that the most extraordinary scene he ever saw on Christmas was David B. Culber son addressing his constituents. "There were about 700 cowboys on horseback around him," said Col. Sterrett, "each having a squirrel tail in his som brero. On the stand was that great statesman and magnificent ora tor, Nat Q. Henderson. A3 Judge Cul berson closed his speech and Henderson arose to deluge the crowd with his elo quence the audience quailed. An ex traordinary scene occurred. The cow boys drew their lariats and tried to lasso each other. Then there were repeated fusillades of revolvers. One ot the lariats reached the platform and Hen derson gave way. He evidently felt that his eloquence would be wasted on such a crowd. Many a man was yanked from his horse, but fortunately none was hurt. The cowboys afterwards had a scrub race, and at night sur rounded a huge Christmas tree erected on a ranch owned by acattle king. The presents were numerous, but not costly. The tree was strung with popcorn, mesquite beans, firecrackers, and sugar cane. The festival closed with a grand candy pulling. Not the least remark- ML "SOME KENTUCKY QEMMEN IS DONE GWINE TO LOSE A NIGOER— " able part of the scene, according to Bill Sterrett, was Judge Culberson running— "actually running, sir"— to catch a tram. Ex-Congressman Charles Dougherty, of Florida, tells a remarkable story of adventure on Christmas day. He said he A had been camping on Ship Yard island near Turtle Mound, with Capt. Frank Sams, Lee Childs and other ac quaintauceg. iv - Volusia county. Ou Christmas eve they had set four^bear traps at bear wells on the beach, X nes <? wells were In the thick scrub palmetto. toots of the .h£ScU_pa!wietto rise abo^a ~ -lit? ground, fl'Om two to foil? feet high. They are gnarled and twisted in every direction. In crawling beneath these roots in the search for wells, a great well was discovered be neath a lone cabbage tree. The track of a bear "lareer than a nigger's foot," to use Dougherty's language, was seen in the sand on the brink of the well. With almost infinite trouble a heavy bear trap was dragged underneath the roots of the scrub palmetto, and set in the sand at the rim of the well. It weighed at least 100 pounds. In the morning Dougherty and his comrades started for the well. In a light canoe they threaded the channel between scores of mangrove islands and began to crawl beneath the roots toward the well. Suddenly they heard a terrific moaning, followed by ferocious growl ing and savage cries. It was evi dent that there was a bear in the trap. Tney approached the animal with caution. The trap had been chained to the trunk of the cabbage tree. Arriving within thirty feet they saw an extraordinary sight The bear sat upou his haunches with his lore feet in the trap. He would raise the trap to his mouth and lick his paws, mak ing heartrending moans. Suddenly "Bruin"— that is what Dougherty called him— would growl and shriek and smash the trap against the butt of the tree. Overcome by the pain, he would again lick his paws and fill the air with moans. At one time the bear tried to climb the tree, trap ana ail, but finally gave up in despair. Dougherty at last killed him by putting a rifle ball under his left shoulder. "That night," said Charles, "we had a glorious Christmas dinner — bear steaks and bear's paws roasted. It was the finest dinner in the land, and, best of all, it was washed into place by quart after quart of old Kentucky whisky— no decoction made of cactus roots and ground glass, but pure old stuff." Amos J. Cummings. THE MAKING OP A WOMAN. Common-Sense Ideas About Edu cating Our Girls. The education ®f a girl resolves itself to a single basis, writes Edward W. Bok in a strong article in the January Ladies' Home Journal. Woman's prog ress may, in the minds of some, have seemed to make it more complex, and confusion can enter into the question if a mother allows herself to listen to the {..reclaimers of so-called "advanced ideas." We will be led into the mistake of cultivating the mind at the expense of the heart, if we allow ourselves to be so led. But the error is a cruel one — painfully so to the girl . who is led, un knowingly, into it. But it we permit our common sense to rule, the problem solves itself. We do not want our daughters to be encyclopedias, but true, womanly women. The first we can buy; the latter we cannot. Let us first took after the physical development of our girls, teaching them that good health outweighs all things. Let them understand the human mechanism, hiding nothing. Let them know what God requires of a woman, and why it is essential that she shall be as perfect in health and as well developed in body as possible. Teach, by example as well as by precept, the value of outdoor exercise. Then begin mental develop ment, giving her the benefit of the largest educational advantages within your powers, insisting, however, that her studies shall be those likely to be of greatest usefulness in after life. Let her study not up to her fullest capacity, but just a little this side of it. A margin of unspent power is a tremen dous force to a woman. Then, if our schools and colleges shall continue to neglect the teaching of household economics, keep your daughter close to you at home for a year at least, or longer if necessary. With her mind free from mental studies, teach her the rudiments of the home, hiding not the kitchen uternsils as you show her the dainty china. Make of her an all-around good home-builder and housekeeper, holding up ever before her the one great truth that a woman is always most satisfactory to herself when she is a woman, and most beautiful to others when she is womanly. Let her know what it means to be a wife and a mother. Make her not dependent, but likewise not independent in the modern inter pretation of that word. Between the two lies the truest type of womanhood. Let her aim be womanly, her thought of others tender, living her life so that the world may be better because she passed through it. «T>. JUST THK THING. The Georgia Cracker Ordered Two of "Them Samson Books." Atlanta Constitution. He walked into the book store and stopped befor the Bible department. He leaned over the counter and said to the ministerial-looking salesman: "Is them Buffalo Bill's boons over thar?" "Nope. Religious works." "Don't nun o' them read about chasin' Injuns an' shootin' wild varmints?" "Not exactly." "Nothin' about a feller 'at could knock 'em out like John L., ncr a feller 'at's slick with er Winchester,* er hed the nerVe to tackle er bar?" "Oh, yes. One better thau that." "Who's he?" " Samson." "What'd he do?" "Oh, he had a fight with a lion." "Laid 'em out, did'e?" "Yes, he killed the lion." "Jes' bored 'im with er Winchester?" "Nope." "Biffed 'im iv the head with er ax, I s'pect?" "Nope." "Jes' kyarved Mm with his bowie." "No, he just caught the beast by the throat and choked it to death." "You don't say?" "Yes. He was the strongest mau that ever lived." "Wusser'n John L.?" "Yes." "An' wusser'n Jimmie Corbitt?" "Samson could knock them both out at once." "Whoopee! ain't he the stuff? I'll take two o' them Samson books." ■» Packing a Trunk Well. Do you know how to pack a trunk well? asks Ruth Ashmorein the January Ladies' Home Journal. And if you don't, how many people do you know who do? And wouldn't you gladly give a dollar for a large, and fifty cents for a small trunk that is properly packed? The packer comes with dozens of sheets of tissue paper and several pieces of tape. You eau sit where your belongings are.and as skirts and bodices are taken down say which you want. Then the bodices have their sleeves stuffed with paper to keep them in shape, the trimmings carefully covered with it; the skirts are propefy folded; the bonnets and hats have tapes pinued to them, and these same tapes are tacked to the sides of the hatbox, so that po matter how much the trunk may be shaken not a feathef* nor a rose moves out of its nlace. Then, when everything Is done, there is laid on the top of the last tray a list of things that are in the trunk, so that you don't lose your temper searching for the pink bodice which isn't there. Or the tan colored shoes which you expressly ! requested should bejeft at home. The Seven Senses. Harper's Young People. Robbie — Uncle Jacob. Mr. Tarbox said this morning that when he fell from the roof he had the seven senses knocked out of him. 1 thought there were only five senses. Uncle Jake— Dere Is seben senses, honey; but ef dat man or any uddah man had urn all dey's a merrikle. Yaas, dere's seben 'um— liearin', seem', feelin', tastin', smelliu' is de five 'at some folkes knows erbout. Den dere's boss sense, which some mules an' some white folkes ain't got ; an' deu, leassly, dere's common sense, w'ich is so oncom mon 'at it uevah gits to be plenty, an' mighty few people has it— at least in my time. TALKIN' GOOD TIMES. Talkin' good . times makpfe 'era good; A'_ man's a fool that {rets J ;, ... Know il-S oil"'!! riSe ajjeu, every time he sets When the storm Is sweepln' an' the thunder shoutin' loud, See the rainbow peepin' through the winders of the cloud! Talkin' good times makes 'em good; ain't a bit 0' doubt. An' talk is so amazin' cheap, no risk o' runnin' out! What's the use in grievin'? Don't make the wagon go! Jes' keep on believin', and the Lord'll make it so! . _ .v : —Atlanta Constitution. FORSAKEN HOMES. When a well-known citizen moved from the house in lower town where his children were born, he had it demol ished to the foundation, because he saw to what degeneracy it might survive in the vicissitudes of time. To be sure his action was the subject of much ad verse criticism— for the insensate utili tarian could not justify the demolition from his point of view. Any opposition to his statement merely swerved him into talking vaguely and largely about giving the house to somebody or some thing. Now, it was the unique and fortunate privilege of the well known citizen to afford such unusual license to his senti ment—to count as nothing the sacrifice of his old home rather than risk the profanation of its precious memories in the transit of years. President Charles Eliot Norton in an admirable little essay called "The Lack of Old Homes in America," writes: "Never has there been seen on the face of the earth such a multitude of new houses, comfortable, convenient, excel lent for the passing day; but in no civil ized country are there so few old homes." In this changing Western life there is little if any regard for a homestead of even middle age, and an old one is held in contempt. (This statement excepts certain stone and brick houses through out the state, and there is scarcely a town without some substantial home built in the early pioneer time.) The law of social evolution at present clam ors for the newest residence, any we all know that the ever-increasing family of Veneerings are, beyond cavil, in the formidable majority. When the "freshness" of some of them becomes "fatal" to the extent of a compulsory departure from the brand new house, there are numbers of the same species whose opportunity is the difficulty of the outgoers. Rotation in many of these new houses is the rule. Nor is it surprising, if only for the reason that they are usually in showy and fashionable neighborhoods, where emulation is half the joy of liv ing for the Veneerings. But the old homestead, or which must pass for such in the rather limited reckoning ot St. Paul, is too often for saken, like the last rose of summer, to go from bad to worse in the sadly changed surroundings, and generally in vandalizing hands. Is there any inanimate object that shows demoralization like some former old home in ruthless occupancy? It is almost human in its aspect of degrada tion. A sightly knoll of ground in lower town, with a few forest trees, became some years ago the property of a pros perous member of a wealthy firm in the city. He proceeded to build a spacious and comfortable home. Every detail in its construction he watched with exacting scrutiny. No least im perfection in wood, stone or brick es caped his vigilant eye. From the cornerstone to the ridge board it suited every fastidious require ment, and so well satisfied was he with the result of his outlay and trouble, that he placed an armorial panel (at least such the initiated assert it to be) be tween two end windows of a square projection in the wall toward the street. Over the front portal another wooden panel (the house is of wood)- conspicu ously set forth the Anno Domini of its building. As if in derision of such a flimsy of fering to perpetuity of record there is a melancholy crack in the panel before it is weather beaten enough to be impres sive. A visiting card similarly placed could scarcely be more inadequate and perishable. Doubtless the owner regarded it com placently, and expeoted to raise his satisfied eyes to it until they filmed with age. Yet the while Atropos was close beside him with her envious shears eager for the severing clip of his life's thread. Notwithstanding this gruesome at tendant waiting for all, near or afar, this particular house builder apparently planned without reckoning his tenure of stay. It could not be said that he builded better than he knew, but rather that he knew better what he was building than any man of his ac quaintance. Outside and inside of his house his selection of ev erything had been surprisingly complete. The window glass must be wihout a flaw, the hardwood honest, the fireplaces ample, most effective as to draught, the chimneys absolutely safe, the walls and floors wind and cold-re pelling. His observation and vigilance were not to bo hoodwinked or deceived. He had, moreover, the leisure for in spection and conviction, and he did not flag in his enthusiasm for constructive thoroughness. Comfort had been his leading requisite in the projection of the house. The goodly hall, with its inviting fireplace; the leisurely stairs, with restful landings for breath and glimpses of the attractive scenes around and beyond, were a guar antee that the rest of the house was in keeping with the first pleasant impres sion. From his wide verandah, when all wao done, he could look over a liberal enclosure of ground grow ing a noble abundance of lush grass, sedulously clipped and tended, across which {he afternoon sun threw the shadows of some majestic oak trees. What views he had of river, bluffs and sunsets as he went from one side to another of his house— or stood on a coign of vantage In the make of a small gallery on the upper story, where he might see miles down the river—al most to the great sumachs bordering the driveway to the Sage of Niuluger's front door. But it was well for his peace of mind that coming events did not cast their shadows before, and that while every prospect pleased from and in his doml cile,"no misgiving of the ultimate use of his home clouded his content. □ Death, the smiter, did not infuse that bitterness into the pang of everlasting separation. And, mayhap, whatever sphere of the hereafter holds his spirit has so disenthralled it of human in terest in mundane affairs that he has become utterly indifferent to the fate of his "late residence," as the "genteel" formula is. Possibly, too, its present uses, shel tering the outcast and the sinful "may be a solace to his soul. There is no knowing. Conjecture alone, and misty surmiso are all we can offer. But) If, on the other hand, he Is restless like Hamlet's father, and revisits his old familiar tfays, day or nighf, E_j _ttji?J hzjo "trange. incortynujjiclble thoughts vvliSu xxv iiiuaSS on an ifjfd energies, en thusiasm and mony he lavished In build ing a home for the unmarried mothers .of inameless young Vikings, whose .wailing hot nights of the late summer might make him wish, were he not dis embodied, that ho too, like the royal Dane had lead in the porches- of his ear —yea in both. - Benevolent women give generously to the home, but it is doubtful whether rone among them would be willing to give sleep night after night during the heated term. : Tired nature's sweet restorer had a struggle lv steeping the senses in for cetfulness within sound of the vigorous and almost vengeful crying of the lusty infant, who, in half the July, nights, seamed to concentrate the lamentations of nis kind from the time of Ishmael. Thomas de Quincy, the greatest mas ter-of eloquent and majestic English diction, wrote of childhood as "a mighty sorrow without a voice." But this pa thetic assertion must be taken with illimitable grains of opium Instead of the ordinary corrective salt. The man, who, in the famous Edin boro' Noctes is set down (with some ex aggeration, of course) as calling for a "tumbler ot laudanum, hot and strong," when (Jlenlivat made the other convives happy, was, fortunately for himself, in this particular away off from such a howling fact to the average human being, conventionally given to the drinks that, alas, neither cheer nor in ebriate, but put a wire edge on wakeful ness. His senses were so emvrapt by clouds of opium, and his mind sore mote in those wondrous flights of the solemn Confessions, that doubtless the : concerted crying of the biggest Amer ican baby show would probably seem to De Quincey like the buzzing of a belated and enfeebled mosquito lagging on the scene when his victim's blood was chill in early autumn. Howsoever the sounds may affect the ghostly erstwhile owner of this sadly perverted home of his, they and the sights must constitute a sort of Wal purgis night phantasma to him. Above the cracked anno domiui panel over the front entrance the broken windows of the attic are stopped with parts of paste board boxes or other haphazard make shifts. On the north side rags have done flaunting duty to keep the wind away. During the summer the whilom carefully kept lawn was a common for man and beast, and a happy stamping ground for boys. DAs early as 4 a. m. a nondescript old man wearing the most time-battered straw hat, the top of the crown wholly gone, showing a bald head like an egg in a nest, led in a cow who bellowed plaintively every few minutes after he tethered ana left her. To the wretched insomnoleut worn with the night's re luctant vigil, it seemed the transmigra tion of the baby pro tern into the bovine basso. The atteution the old man gave that cow was edifying. With a branch he kept the flies away, and he moved her from place to place when the grass was eaten too close for her enjoyment. He brought water two or three times a day, and stood by her most of the time. Occasionally ho read a paper— perhaps for . her ben efit as she ruminated in the shade during the afternoon sultriness. Vainly did the home protest against the beastly intrusion, but the aged tres passer was never once moved from the belief that the whole place was common property. In one sense he was justified in his presumption. Appearances cer tainly seemed to bear him out in pre empting a claim. The once precious grass was trodden by every vagrant aud lazy foot preferring a short cut to the regular walk. One trail permanently worn down by the inmates of the home furnishes a perennial study in blondes of every varying shade of yellow— but of one style of looks, hardly Titian esque. David danced and sung psalms, sin ner though he was, while to the bal anced and retributive standard, his levity was unseemly at any time, before or after his frailties. Gloom and the Scarlet Letter was the life-long sentence of Hester Prynne. No joyous rehabili tation was possible to her, and as for psalm-singing— let alone dancing— why, jus! think of it! A tolerant age has changed all that. There is no telling the penitents by outward signs now. Blithe unconcern has replaced the old outward manifestations and restrictions of repentance. The home women carry their babies in and out with jocund indifference to their sole and sorrowful ownership of them. Maybe it is just as well that it should be so. after all the ages that so much misery, punishment and expiation have been meted to such offenders. Yet, once in a while there is an unre generate longiug for one hour of the old times of Scarlet Letter and cutty stool— as for provocation, when the sing-as you-plense, hit-or-miss attack on key and note of Sunday psalmody, to a bag pipey organ, floats out on the summer quiet in such atrocious and composite discord that it is actionable. You remember the story told of John Randolph's death bed in Philadelphia, where he was run down in the street by a porter carrying a trunk which fell upon Randolph, causing a mortal hurt. A Methodist minister w>.s called in to pray for and with him. Before he had spoken two sentences the choleric, half-mad Virginian said, peremptorily, "Pray grammatically, sir, or I must be compelled to say G. d-inu you." 0 what would his testy soul be im pelled to ejaculate were he forced to hear the devotional singing in the For saken Home of the St. Paul man whose solace it was in the last years of his earthly existence? A Gymnasium at Home. The advantages of gymnasium prac ticed young children, and its direct bearing on their future, can hardly be reckoned, writes Ellen Le Garde in the January Ladles' Horn* Journal. Strange to say, the most common defect In the physical status of children is a most grievous one, namely,, lateral curvature of the spine. Tffe majority of curvature cases occur between the ages of five and fourteen, and need not happen at all if the matter is properly understood and attended to. These tender little bodies will bend aud periu&rtftntly shape, like young plants, in whatever way their growth is directed. If your child is carelessly permitted to assume one position for any lengthened period, you may expect, as a result, a one-sided development. If, by more frequent use, either side is put to greater action than the other, it will become so much stronger that all muscular movements will be performed from it, and it wlll.iu time, obtain complete mastery over the deficient development, the latter finally being rendered unable to perform its natural functions. From it hip desease, as well as curved spine, results. The proverbial ounce of prevention is always better than the pound of cure, partic ularly ii this case. Low Excursion Rates To all points on the St. Paul & Duluth R. R. during the holidays. Tickets on sale Dec. 23, 24, 25, 30, 81 and jan. 1, limited to Jan. 3, 1894, for return. . • DO YOU WANT II - --_W £.» . .... j 7 '■ ' l! ' • ' • ' - I■ - ■--■ ■-■- I ■ ■-' -■ I. y® P#t !t ' s Cute ' • The Globe Has Secured Exclusive Control for the Northwest of THIS GEM AMONG CHRISTMAS OFFERINGS You must see it to appreciate it. It is 15x30 inches in size, and would cost five dollars in the art stores. . With a Globe Coupon ~ . . .- 1* It Only Costs Ten Cents. - CHRISTMAS IS' NEAR AT HA WIT AND THE SUPPLY CANNOT BE INCREASED. Cut Out a Coupon and Secure Your Picture Today ! ; YOU WANT IT IF YOU WANT IT. Cut out this single coupon and send or bring it, together with Ten Cents, to the Globe Counting- Room, and you can e-et a Too v of "DELIVERING HER CHRISTMAS PRESENTS^ * PJ If you wish it mailed, send 2 cents extra, or 12 cents in all. CUT AliO.i __ THE RULED LINES. . " Do not find fault with the Globe if you apply after ,^\ THE LIMITED SUPPLY SS EXHAUSTED. The great demand yesterday shows that in a few days ' ONLY A FEW OF 'EH WILL BE LEFT ' Fair Warning! No Favoritism While the Supply Lasts! Everybody Gets a Picture Who Sends the Coupon and the Money in Time. LEAVING FT. BID WELL). The Old Post In the Madre Country to Be Abandoned. San Francisco Chronicle. One of the oldest army posts on the Pacific oast, the center of one of the most noted Indian wars and the scene of the death of the famous Gen. Canbv, Rev. E. Thomas and othprs, and of the tragedy which resulted in the capture of the Modoc chiefs, Captain Jack, Schonchln and other Indians, is soon to be deserted by the United States troops. For more than forty years a military post has been maintained in the region of the lava beds to guard the settlers and miners against marauding Klamaths and the Modocs, who were at oue time as fierce warriors as any of the trappers and pioueers ever had to contend agaiust. For years no man in that region ever JJioughtof venturing forth without having his weapons in easy reach, and In the frontier home rifles aud ammunition were always kept on hand. : :• All this Is now changed. The Indians have long since been brought under control, and there is so little need of cannon, bastions and the other para phernalia of war that they are to be re moved forever. Tbls dispatch announc ing the change came to hand last night. "Reno, Oct. 6.— Ft. Bidwell will in a few days be abandoned as a military post. Company C, Fourth cavalry, which is stationed there at present, has received Orders to report at the Presidio, San Francisco. The company is made up of fifty men. They will drive to Reno with fifty-seven horses and six teen mules, when they are expected to arrive about the 22d inst., and take the west-bound train." This is one of tbs oldest posts in the West. It is Id the Surprise valley, Modoc county, near the lava beds. In ibs old days of the Modoo wax it was a center for the marshaling and deploy ing of tlie troops. For a long time, though demote from all the towns of Importance, it has been an unimportant post, hard to get supplies to, and for this reason it has been decided to pull up stakes and abandon it. "it was on the recommendation of Gen. Rugcr, not lgug since," said Maj. W. M. Maynallcr last rilglit at ihe Oc cidental, "that the authorities at Wash ington decided to abandon it. I got a letter from Capt. Gale, commander of the fort, a few days ago, that his family would arrive here about the 20 th instant. There are now but few la dians about there, and those that aro left are not Modocs, but Klamaths. I don't think there are OVer a dozen of these. "Ft. Bidwell is about twenty miles from the Oregon line. On the Oregon side, near the town of L,akeview, Is a reservation of Klamaths. They are entirely peaceful, dud therefore there is no cause for even the small force of fifty men to be there." THE OLDEST LOCK. It Was Made of Wood, and Its Key Was Itemarkably Large. Hardware. In the "History of Nineveh and Its Palaces," by Joseph Bonomi, we find a description of perhaps the oldest lock ever discovered. It was used in secur ing the gates in one of the palaces of Khorsabad. In describing this ancient piece of hardware— if such terms may be applied to wooden locks— he says : "At the end of the chamber, just be hind the first bulls, was formerly a strong gate, of one leaf, which was fastened by a large wooden lock, like those still used in the East, of which the key is as much as a mau eau con- veniently carry, and by a bar wfiich: moved into a square hole in the wall.* ' i It is to a key of this description tha*. the pfopbe^ probably alludes: 'Aiid the key of the house of Dafad will lay upon his shoiildef;' arid It is remark able that the word for lie] In" this Efcfi age of Scripture, 'muftah,' is the same Ib use all over the East r*i the present * time. The key of an ordinary street 1 door Is commonly thirteen or fourteen inches long- and the key of tho gate of < a public building, or of a street, or of a 1 quarter of a town, is two feet or more in length. A a "The iron pegs at one end of the niece of wood correspond to so many holes In the wooden bar or bolt of the lock, which, when the door or gate is shut cannot be opened until the key has been inserted and the impediment to the drawing back of the bolt removed by raising up so many iron pins that fftfl ' down luto holes in the bar or bolt cor- ' responding to the peg in the key." This description and others of a corroboratory character . prove that this form of loq£ and ke£ was in use in Egypt 4,000 or 5.000 years, during which extenaed period of time it does not ap pear to have undergone auy successful change. Paired.. Truth. Wool— Hicks promised to give his wife 10 cents for every 10 cents fie spends for cigars. Van Pelt— How does it work? Wool — First rate. Whenever we meet he buys me a drink and I buy hira a cigar. Fatigue and exhaustion overcome by Bromo -Seltzer. Contains no opeiat