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leBng of the bobolink hid in tho clovor;
\ Sing of the summer winds lostout to sea;
I ,? v tJBing of blue skies and the clouds that float
i( , ^ J over,
j..' The old days and gulden that once used to
Sing and be glad, clasp hands and sing on
Of the days of your youth and the years that
% v' are gone.
49ing of the old-fashioned lullabies,
Crooned by yoor mother above her firstborn;
Never again "will such sweet melodies
Greet life's weary pilgrim, beut, gray and
"There's rest in the region where the roses
There's peace in the thought as it drifts
back to you.
Sing of the land where the wheat fields are
I Sing of the groen-bannered corn and the
?31ng of bronzed workers who sing at their
Sing of the birds and sing of the trees,
Sing of lifo's morn and its glorified Mays
While your heart travels back over old-fash
A song or a sigh may make you touch fingers
! With the youth that is gone, and let you
"With the maiden long dead, whose memory
j, ) lingers
^ Like a perfume blown back from lifo's
'Sing and be glad,clasp hands and sing on
Of the days of your youth and the years that
TWO OF A KIND.
''Bargains, eh?" said Mrs. Pilkington.
"Guess I'll have a look at 'em."
Of all things, Mrs. Pilkington was
least able to resist a bargain.
The old Pilkington farm-house at home
was, crammed full of "bargains" possible
and impossible. The bureau - drawers
overflowed with "bargains" which were
of no use to anyone; the trunks were
packed full of "bargains."
And here, on the crowded curb-stones
of Grand Street, the swinging pasteboard
sign of "Great Bargains Within!" attracted
her attention, hurried though she
was with the manifold errands which yet
She had a lot of damaged table-linen
onder her arm, and some cheap hosiery
in her bag, and a dozen towels with misprinted
borders in her pocket, and here
she was crowding into the Grand Street
etore to buy a bhie-spottcd pongee neckerchief
for eighteen cents!
' It'll do for Sara Janetta to wa'ar
around her neck of a cool evenin','' said
Mrs. Pilkington, "and eighteen cents is
really very cheap for real pongee."
Mrs. Pilkington lived in a little brown'
roofed farm house pn the Housatonic
River, and her main errand up to town
Lad been to buy a "store carpct" for her
beat room floor, and to exchange an old
sewing-machine fcr something of a newer
Her cousin, Mrs. Brucc Babbitt, who
had spent the summer months at the
farm, and made the most possibc trouble
for the least possible pay. had also engaged
to hunt her up a "help" from the
nearest intelligence office, and have the
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; esme on nana wnen tne "live-four train"
,, left the Grand Central Depot that afternoon!
And sure enough, when the lady from
the country arrived, red and panting, at
the depot, with disheveled hair, bent
bonnet, and shawl dragged all awry, a
modest young girl stood at the door with
a card bearing the name of "Mrs. Bruce
Babbitt" in her hand.
"Is it Mrs. Pilkington?" said she.
"You ain't the new sewing-machine,
s be you?" said Mrs. Pilkington, rubbing
^her. nose with a puzzled air. "Nor yet
the eighteen yards of carpet from Stoneybridge
"I am Phoebe," said the young woman
?"Phoebe, at nine dollars a month, if I
am lucky enough to suit you, ma'am?"
She was a pretty, blue-eyed lass, with
a fresh complexion, and a neat gown of
green and white seer-sucker, and she
wore a bonnet of her own trimming, with
" a cluster of butter-cups on the side.
Mrs. Pilkington looked dubiously at
her. She had prepared herself to expect
a stout, red-handed drudge,
r,: It did not seem possible that this deliir
cate little apple-blossom of a girl could
p. be a servant-of-all-work!
But there, sure enough, were her creS
-deutials, and the bell, even then, was
clanging for the closing of the gates.
"Come on I" said Mrs. Pilkington, and
lrt ' ?he rushed through, dragging Phoebe
after her. "It's strange, though, that
the carpet and the sewing-machine ain't
"Did you expect carpet and a sewing 26qvi"'-"
machine, ma'am?" Phoebe asked, respect"I
bought 'em and paid for 'em," said
Mrs. Pilkington, impressively, "and I
don't see why they ain't here."
"Perhaps they will be sent by express,"
' ccggestcd Phccbc.
"I declare to goodness, I never thought
: *f tbatl" said Mrs. Pilkington.
And she skurried through the crowded
y.: car to find a seat.
It was the dusk of a chilly May evenf.'
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flng when they reached Blackbird's Hoi....
low, and alighted in the midst of dense
pines and sighing tamaracks.
,' \ j <1f Pilkington hain't remembered to
n>B? ind meet us, I shall be mad I" said
Tu >-' ?
Mrs. Pilkington, stretching her neck forward
the better to survey the glimmering
curves of the road. "And Pilkington is
always forgetting! My goodness, gracious
me! what's that!" as Phcobc stooped
to recover something which sho had
inadvertently let fall.
"My handkerchief, ma'am I"
Mrs. Pilkington made a grasp at it.
"Your handkerchief I" she screamed.
"Mine, you mean?minx! thief! good-fornothing!?my
pongeo handkerchief, that
you have stolen right out of my bagl
Well, I never!"
She shook Plicebe vehemently. Phcebo
began to cry in mingled terror and resentment,
and just then up drovo tho
farm wagon at a gallop.
"Hello, mother!" said Ezra Pilking
tons cheerful voice. ''I'm afraid I've
kept you waiting a bit, but tho linchpin
came out of the wheel, and I had to stop
at Tony Deephill's to get it fixed. Now,
He drove the stout pony close to tho
raised platform which extended away
from the station.
Mrs. Pilkington pushed Phcebo intd
the back seat, and followed her with
"Not that way!" she cried, grasping
at the reins, as Ezra would have headed
for the highroad. "Drive straight to
Squire Pulteney's. This gal's a thief 1
I'm going to have her arrested beforo she
is a day older!"
"Eh!" said Ezra, staring from his
mother to Phoebe, and then back again.
*'She's stole my spotted pongee handkerchief?my
handkerchief that I bought
a bargain on Grand Street this very morning!"
shrieked Mrs. Pilkington.
"It's?it's my handkerchief," faltered
poor Phccbc, feeling as if she were in a
terrible nightmare from which there was
"A likely story!" clamored the enraged
housewife. "I've always heard of tho
wiles and tricks of these city minxes, but
I never realized it until now. Drive on,
Ezra?drive quick! She shall be lodged
in the county jail this very night I"
"Are you sure you ain't mistaken,
| mother?" said kind Ezra, compassionating
the look of pallid misery in the young
, girl's face.
"Mistaken, indeed!" sniffed the old
lady. "Drive ou, I say! Don't lose any
more time, or Squire Pulteney will have
gone home for the night."
She herself took possession of the reins
and she spoke and chirruped to the
"But, mother?" pleaded Ezra.
Even as he spoke, however, poor
Phoebe, driven wild by vague terror and
an instinctive desire to escape, had flung
herself from the wagon to the ground.
' 'Stop ? for heaven's sake, mother,
stop I" shouted Ezra. "Don't you seo
that her dress is caught in the wheelstw
The little horse stopped.? He always
stopped, on general principles, whenever
a suitable opportunity presented itself^
and the very slightest "Whoa!" wonld
invariably bring him to a dead standstill.
Ezra sprang from the wagon to disentangle
the helpless figure in the dust, and
Mrs. Pilkington scrambled after with a
vague idea that Phoebe might yet get up
and try to run away.
As she jumped down her satchel fell
prone into the road, and bursting open
the overstrained latch, disgorged its con- j
tents on the dewy grass of the roadside,
first and foremost among which was?a
spotted pongee handkerchief.
"Good Land o'Moses!" piously interjected
Mrs. Pilkington, "if there ain't
the dratted old pongee handkerchief,
And she stared helplessly, first at ita
prim and undisturbed folds, and then at
Phoebe's handkerchief?exactly the game
in color, pattern and iabric.
"She ain't a thief, arter all!" said Mrs.
Pilkington, her whole nature overflooded
by the rising tide of remorse. "Pool
child! and I'm afeard she's hurt a-try in1
to run away from nothing at all."
Phoebe's ankle was slightly sprained,
that was all, and by this time she waa
able to smile and answer kindly Mrs.
Pilkington's numerous questions and con- .
"Can I ride home? Oh, of course ]
can I" said she, in reply to Ezra's interrogations.
"My ankle is only the least bit
Old Farmer Pilkington was anxiously
looking out for them, when, considerably
later than he had expected, the wagon
drove up and Mrs. Pilkington made haste
to explain everything to him.
'And ain't it queer," said she, "that
me and Phoebe should both hev bought 1
pongee handkerchiefs just alike on
Grand Street? If ever there was bar- ;
bains, they bet Half a yard square, real
China goods, with a hem?" j
"fiddlesticks!" said old Mr. Pilking- ;
tor.. "If there's anything I hate, ifc'i i
Little Phoebe Primrose stayed on at th( <
farm. She liked the daisies and red ]
clover, the sound of running brooks, tht i
smell of the cows' breath. And?Ezri
Pilkington liked her. ? Helen Forret\
A windy contributor enters an edito- ,
rinfroom. "Whe\v,M said he panting,
"that long stairwa) makes me blowl" ,
Editor?"Ah, if that's what makei
you blow I'll hare it taken down. I an
glad you havo discovered the cause."?.
Arbantato Traveller. j
A QUEER SECT. 1
The Faithists of Shalam And
What They Believe.
A Raligiou1? Colony inNow Mexioo Which
Aims to Rooonstruot Sooiety.
A rccent letter to the St. Louis OlobeDemocrat,
dated Las Cruces, New Mcx
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sujs; un iuc eastern oanK 01 tne
Rio Grande River, nud about six miles
from this place is a colony of people
whose customs, history and religion are
the most peculiar to bo found in this
country. They call themselves "Faithists,"
have a new Bible written by one of
themselves; have a new calendar, in
which the days, Sabbaths and holidaj'S,
are changed, and the months are called
signs; cat only two meals a day, while
fish and flesh are forever forbidden as an
article of food.
The "Faithists," as the members of
the Shalam colony call themselves, claim
to be a religious sect. They discard all
fcligions save their own, the essential
dogma of which is faith in Jehovih, as
he is called in their Bible, and to become
a covenant member a person must abjure
all other gods, lords or saviors. According
to their Bible, Jehovih is the spirit
that created all things, is omniscient,
omnipresent and omnipotent, and has
his kingdom oil earth, of which the
Faithists are the sole members up to
date. Dr. J. B. Newbrough, a dentist
of New York City, is the originator of
this sect. He claims to have been
wrestling with the spirit for ten years;
he declares that he wrote the new Bible
under the influence of the spirit, and he
is now the head or chief of Shalam colony
which has been established as Jelio
vih's kingdom on earth, according to
plans laid down in thfc'Faithist Bible.
This new bible is called "Oahspe,"
meaning that it contains all that is worth
knowing about light, earth and sky, or
the sum of all knowledge; and in it Jeliovih
says: "It is not lor the past but
for the present era." It was written at
New York, in 1881. The book contains
900 pages, and is written in the most
ancient style, doubtless to give it a
musty smell. It is sold at $5 a volume,
and has been circulated quite extensively.
The work of establishing Jchovih
kingdom on earth was first attempted on
what is known as the Thompson farm in
New Jersey, but that failed iu a month's
time, on account of a disagreement with
Mr. Thompson in the year 1882. Head- (
quarters were kept up iu New York City,
until in December, of 1883, the Faith- .
ists began to assemble at Pearl River,
Rockland County, New York. In November,
1883, they held a convention in i
New York, at wliich a committee was .
appointed, to search for Shalain, and in
pursuance of this appointment Messrs* .
Newbrough and Grill left Pearl River in
August, 1884. Shalam was discovered by .
these gentlemen in September, 1884, when
a deed was made by John D. Bancastle
of Dona Ana, N. M., conveying about i
400 acres of level land in the Rio Grande i
Valley to Wm. Howlaud, of Boston,
Mass., and iu October, 1884, two dele- j
gations of Faitliists arrived in Shalam, .
one of whom was the veritable Dr.Henry
Samuel Tanner, who fasted forty-two
days several years ago. ,
The colony claim that they have begun
a new race of people which will finally ,
people the whole earth. They propose
to begin with children, orphans, waifs #
and castaways, Indians, Mexicans and r
Americans. They have a calendar called
Kosman, which calls the months "signs,"
and in which the days arc numbered 1, ;
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Each seventh day is
their Sabbath, and they have religious
services in the Temple 6n that day. They
have a prayer-meeting on the fourth
oight of each week, and they have entertainments
The Faithists have 1,500 acres of fine ^
land, and are planting vineyard, orchard t
and agricultural crops, and each member ^
is reauircd to work as the c-rhiof
without any compensation whatever. It e
lias recently become known to the members
of the colony that the title to all the
lands, buildings, etc., is vested in Wil- f
liam Howland, of Boston, who has fur- n
nished all the money up to this time, ^
about $40,000, and this discovery has led ?
to a rupture of no small proportions. t
Curiosities of Ltglit. '
ui9ui>|i uuiiv, ivntiii^ uu tne cunositics
of light, says: It seems to be a very ^
commonplace thing to say that the light
makes objects visible by reflexion; but c
have you ever thought just what this im- n
plies? if it were possible to make a perfectly
smooth snrface, it would be in- 11
visible. But, as a matter of fact, noth- P
ing is perfectly smooth, and it is the little P
roughnesses on the surface which break ni
up the rays of light, and thus render the ^
object visible to our senses. Wonderful
icception are produced by tho uso of
[xighly-polished mirrors, with the most
startling ana magical cttccts.
A Demand for Hands* ^
"Say, Jones, there's no need for you to
bo idle. There's ten thousand hands Tt
iranted in a store on Chestnut street."
"Sakes alive, man; to manufacture 8t
"Why do they want so many hands?" b<
"To wear the glores the firm U offor- st
ng for ?alc.?CcUL jn
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Sensations of Hanging.
Thcodoro Baker, a New Mexico man
who was recently hanged by a mob, but
wns rescued and cut down before life waa
extinct, gives this nccount of his experience
to a newspaper correspondent:
"A little further on we came to a telegraph
pole. From the crossbar swung a
now rope. On one end was a big slip
uoose. They led me under the rope. I
tried to stoop down and pull my boots
off, as I had promised my folks I would
not die with my boots on, but before I
could do it the noose was thrown over
my head, aud I was jerked off my feet.
My senses left me a moment, and then I
waked up in what seemed to be another j
world. As I reooll?ct now, the sensation j
was that everything about me had multiplied
a great many times. It seemed
that my five executioners had grown in
number until there where thousands erf
them. I saw what seemed to be a multitude
of animals of all shapes and sizes.
Then things changed and I was in great
pain. I became conscious that I was
hanging by the neck, and that the knot
of the rope had slipped around under my
chin. My hands were loosely tied, and I
jerked them loose and tried to catch ?the
rope above me. Somobmlv
by the feet just then and gave me a jerk.
It seemed like a bright flash of lightning
passed in front of my eyes. It was folfowed
by a terrible pain up and down
and across my back, and I could feel my
legs jerk and draw up. Then there
was a blank, and I knew nothing more
until 11 o'clock next day.
"My first recollection was being in the
courtroom, and saying: "Who cut me
down?' There was a terrible ringing in
my cars, like the beating of gongs. I
recognized no one. The pain in my back
continued. Moments of unconsciousness
followed during several days, and I have
very little recollection of the journey
here. Even after I had been locked up
in this prison for safe keeping for a long
time I saw double. Dr. Symington, the
prison physician, looked like two persons.
I was still troubled with spells of total
forgctfillness. Sometimes it seemed I
didn't know who I was."
Tho Luscions Banana.
The banana plant is bulbous. The
sprout starts up from the ground and
grows somewhat after the manner of the
juSai v-unt. vru-uuruny in one year.alter
it begins to grow its fruit is ready to cut.
Each tree bears one bunch of fruit which
jrows at the top. The stalk is really
composed of successive layers of leaves,
formed by the top leaf coming off and
those around it also, which die and dry
up arouud the tree, thus making the
stalk. There are generally four or five
eavfi? always.at the top, new ones springing
forth as the old ones die. The leaves
ire of a red color. The end of the stalk
blossoms in a manner somewhat similar to
;hat of the calla lilly. This blossom i3
nclosed in a pad almost the size of a
jocoanut which is composed of a succession
of leaves. As the pod expands the
caves drop off and under each of the
eaves is a "hand" of bananas, or what
tve recognize as*oue of the clusters on a
junch of bananas. The developing of
:hcsc successive "hands" or layers of balanas
constitutes the bunch. As these
mccessivc layers are developed, the
junch increases in w<>i<irlit nnrl Imnrlo
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>ver. "When the bananas are fit to be
aken off, the tree is cut partly in two
ibout half way down the stalk, and the
;ree bent -over and the fruit gathered,
rhe tree is then.bent back again into its
egular position. The tree is not comiletely
cut off, but is thus bent back
nto its former position for the purpose
>f preventing the water in the rainy seaion
from going down into the roots and
lecaying them. After the rainy season \
iprouts begin to shoot up from around
he bottom of the old stalk, and then i
he latter is cut off close to the butt.
These shoots grow into new trees. Some- j
imcs there will be four or five shoots, 1
>ufc ordinary only one or two are left to <
[row.?Providence Journal. ? j
Whore Papa Comes In.
A Boston minister has a bright littlo (
our-year-old daughter whose sayin<ys are i
ften worth repeating. One morning at ^
>reakfast he asked across the table, \
'Edie, whom do you love best?" \
'Mamma," answered the little one. c
'Whom next?" "Aunt Helen." t
Whom next?" "Bridget." And the
isappointed father continued his quesions
until the young maiden had delared
her affection for most of the
eighborhood without mentioning any c
>ve for her father. Finally the clergy- j
lan said: "But, Edie, where does a
apa come in?" The little maid c
aused a moment, looked up, a
ad then replied demurely, "In the 1<
:ont door." I h
An Ignorant Stranger. t]
"You are fishing with pcrsistance," f,
lid a gentleman to an urchin who had p
lr ashed a stream without apparent re- y
rard a whole afternoon. a
"Oh, no, sir: on'y jest angle-worms,'? n
plied the youth, pleasantly. a
"I mean you bave a good deal of per* a
sverance," explained the other. ci
"No, them's suckers; guess ye ain't b
over lived in these parts, Lev ye?" The fi
oy was not a little disgusted by the g
ranger's ignorance.?Binghampton R&- t(
ublican. 4 fi
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TOWERS OF SILENCE.
The Parsee Method of Disposing
of the Dead.
The Bodies Placed on a Grating in tlie
Tower and Given up to Vultures.
Colonel Floyd-Jones writing from India
to the Military Service Journal, gives
an interesting description of the "Towers
of Silence" near Bombay, and tlie Parsee
mode of disposing of the dead. The
Parsee is a devoted fire worshipper, and
most of the prayers arc offered morning
j nnd evening, facing the sun. It is per!
haps in consequence of this belief that
| he is so careful in preventing the pollution
of the other elements, and that after
death his body is placed in an open tow|
er, usually on some eminence, where it
is devoured by vultures. These open
sepulchres have been appropriately named
the "Towers of 3ilence." In every Parsee
dwelling house there is an aperture
in the upper or sleeping story, which is
usuallv covered llV Jl rrrntinfr- wlion I
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a member of the household dies, his body
is placed on a bier and lowered through
the aperture to the ground floor, -where
it is cared for by a set of priests called
Neor-ser-sala, or death men, who prepare
the body and clothe it entirely in
white. Before the body is removed from
the house, however, the forehead is
smeared with a species of clarified butter,
or "ghee," and the dog of the house is
admitted. Should the animal lick the
butter, it regarded as a good omen of the
departed's future happiness, but its refusal
would signify perdition. The death
men have no coutact with the world at
large, and on no account are they admitted
to the house, as their presence
would pollute it. Hence it is that the
body is lowered to them, in order to
make their eutrance unnecessary. A procession
is then formed, the friends of the
dead following the priests to the Towers
of Silence, on Malabar hill. Arriving
at the entrance of the grounds, the body
is taken in charge by another set of
priests, with long beards, who carry it
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iu wiucucvcr 01 tue nve towers may bo
selected by the lasi set of priests. The
body is taken through an aperture in the
wall of the tower and deposited, on a
grating. There arc three sets of these,
one for men, signifying good deeds, one
for women, representing good words,
and one for children, indicating good
thoughts. The clothing is then removed
and torn into pieccs, after which it is
is thrown into another tower and the
bodies exposed to the vultures. In a
few minutes the birds have stripped all
the flesh from the bones. Everything
about the grounds is kept as neat as possible.
and flowers grow in pretty gardens
near the entrance. It is very curious
th it a religion which otherwise contains
much that'is elevating should countenance
amode of burial at once so unnatural
and repulsive. i
Entertaining tho Governor.
Governor Pierce and the other territorial
officers arc making a trip in southern
Dakota. Yesterday morning they were
in Watqrtown. They are staying at the
leading hotel when a citizen of that -nlnon I
_ x called
to see the Governor. lie was
shown in and said:
"Governor, I see you are making a
visit to this part of the territory."
"I s'pose you're having a pretty good
"Yes, I have enjoyed mysolf so far."
"I calculate they try to entertain you j
at all the different cities you visit. ^
"Oh, yes, each place has made it very
pleasant for us." ,
"Of course, and Watertown ain't going ^
to be outdone.'*
"I suppose not, it is a very enterprising ^
"You bet it is, Governor. And I'm j
joing to do my share, too. Now, I'll
"oil VA11 illTf ? ^ ? * ' * "* ^
wvtt j vu uij ov/ii^uiu | i vu gut & norse nea ~f
lown at the door that's deceived lots of
rood judges on his age and to make it r
interesting for you and seen's your th?
*uest of the city, I'll bet you $2 that yon
snn't tell how old he is the first time you
ook in his mouth! Here's my money,
ve'll put it up with the auditor, I know ]
lim. Come on down, Governor, and j
)lamed if I don't hold old Jack's mouth r
>pnn for you whilo you look at his t
eetli!"?Estdline (Dak.) Bell. 1
Fishing: With Dynamite. :g
A correspondent writing from Key ^
Vest, Fla., tells of a fishing excursion
lown there with dynamite. "The ob- ^
ective point was found to be a hole Q
bout twenty-five feet deep, where fish ^
ongregato in large numbers. Arriving
t the .vpot, a cartridge about six inches
ang, charged with dynamite, to which
ad been attached a heavy piece of iron J
i order to make it go to the bottom, was
brown iu the water. A suspense of a ^
3w seconds ensued, and then a faint re- ^
ort, like the discharge of a small pistol
ras heard; the water became agitated
nd was raised about two feet, and imlediatcly
tlicrealter, within a radius of
bout sixty feet, the fish wero strewn in
11 directions. A scene of the wildest exitement
followed. Scoop nets wero
rouglit into speedy use, and over 1,000 ^
sh of different varieties, from the largo
ray snapper) over three feet in length, ^
> the small but succulent sailor's choice,
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love mo nowf Lovohas such a l!ttlo minute, i
Day crowds on day with swift and uoiso- ]
life's endoomesore fairly wo begin it,
Pain jostles joy, and hopo gives place tot
Love me now!
It will bo too lato when wo aro dead!
Lovomenowl While wo still aro young',
Whilo glad and bravo tlio sun shines ovor- .
Hand locked in hand, in bluo, smiling j
Sighiug were sin, and variance ill bestead, i
It will bo too lato when you are dead I
Lovo me now! Shadows hover in the distance;
Cold winds are coming; green loaves musi'
Frowuest thou, my Love, at this sad insistence?
Even this moment may the dart be sped!
Lovo me now!
It will bo too late when I am dead!
All played out?Open-air concerts.
How to make both ends meet?don't
buy any bone.
The girl with the sweet tooth becomes
the woman with the false one.
Bulldogs are an ncceptcd type of
courage, but we havo known the lowly",
and despised kitten come up to the
It may be supposed that the man who
has been sent to House of Correction
twenty-three times, is not ashamed of his1
Uncle George?And so you go to
Bcnool now, Johnny? What part of the
exercises do you like best? Johnny?
The exercise we get at reccs3.
"The Boston base ball club has four
pitchers." If it patronizes a corresponding
number of tumblers, we predict that
it will not wia the championship. But
perhaps the pitchers are not often fulL.
"Are you trying to think of something
funny, my dear?" asked the paragrapher's
wife. "I am," he said, as he hove a deep
sigh and ran his fingers through his long
hair. "Then suppose you think that you
arc going to buy me a new bonnet, my
dear; that will be something funny for
you to do."
THE WILT MAIDEN.
No lover at all had the maiden gay,
She wore no engagement ring,
Butshe bought a fiddle and learnod to play,
And thus had a bow on the string.
Flour handlers and others who use barrels
are interested in a "one-stave" barrel,
manufactured near Detroit. While
the size and shape of this barrel are the
same as the ordinary kind, the body of
the barrel consists of a single sheet of
timber held by hoops. The timber used
is elm, which is cheap and abundant.
Canada is the main base of supplies.
The logs will be rafted over during the
Beason of navigation, and brought by
rail in winter time. The logs are taken
from the boom or yard into the sawmill
and cut into two-barrel lengths. Thence
they go into a steam chest, where they
remain until thoroughly steamed. In
this condition the log is converted into
thin sheets, or veneering, used in the
body of the barrel. By a special process
a two-foot log becomes rolls of wooden
sheeting in a minute's time. There remains
upon the mandrel an eight-inch
core, which is utilized in making barrel
heads. These sheets go next to a sanding
machine, by whieh both sides are
made perfectly smooth. After passing
through a cutting and grooving machine
they are so cut by a goring machine as to
idapt them to tho shape of a barrel.
rhence they go to a drying-house. From
;hc dry-house they go to the sizing saws,
wbere they are cut tho desired length,
when they are ready for the cooper shop
>r for shipment. They are shipped in
^undies and in the "knock-down" to be
put up at their point of destination,
rhree thousand of them can be stored
ind forwarded in an ordinary box car.
The headings arc shipped in barrels.?
Tobacco and the Eyes.
The New York Mail and Express says;
)r. Cvnis Edson's nnininn fhat '
_ ^ vu?*w Wl<t? iCUCUl
>oisoning of the crew of the bark 8yinga,
and the accomponyiny ophthalmia,
vere due to the excessive use of tobacco,
las renewed the fervor of the anti-tobaoonists.
For years it has been known to
urgeons that abuse of tobacco may lead
o failure of sight, and this fact has been
nade use of by the anti-tobacconists.
Phe Brititih Medical Journal a few yean
go published a widely quoted article on
his point, in which it said:
"In the report of forty cases of tobaoo
amplyopia by Mr. Shears, of Liver*
>ool, it appears that athrophy of the opic
nerves is very rarely met with as th?
csult of excessive smoking, although to*
acco is the essential agent in producing
ailure of sight. Great moderation in
rooking and especially the employment
f forms of tobacco, is all that is necea*ry
to insure recovery. Workmen in
ibacco factories do not appear to be
jbjcct to deterioration of eyesight. In
no large manufactory where 12,000 men
ad women are employed, Mr. Sears hai
)und that not a single person on the
remises suffered from failure of eyesight* .
[though many of the hands had boon
orking thore for ten y6avs,"
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