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Consultations tn English or German. Office in Lyon'., Building, Allegheny Street. JOHN G. LOVE, * ATTORNEY AT LAW, BELLEFONTE, PA. Office in the rooms formerly occupied by the late W. P. Wilson. yjiLLHEIM BANKING CO., MAIN STREET, MtLLHEIM, PA A. WALTER. Cashier. DAY. KRAPK, Pres. HARTER, AUCTIONEER, REBERSBURG, PA. satisfaction* Guaranteed. FOOD FOR THOUGHT. Those errors are not to be charged upou religion which proceed either from the want of religion or supersti tious mistakes about it. To fill the sphere which Providence appoints is true wisdom; to discharge trusts faithfully and have exalted idea-*, is the mission of good men. A cheerful, happy temper ken* up a kind of daylight in the mind, excludes each gloomy prospect, and fills it with a steady and perpetual serenity. The constant man looks up to Heaven in full hope, even when it is darkened , as flowers that open with the sun, close not though he be hid by clouds. Do not affect to be witty or in jest so as to wound the feelings of another. So say as little as possible of yourself and those who are near and dear to you. If we would be perfect, we must part with rnuoh that we love, forego much that would be pleasant —not fo flesh and blood alone, but to mind and heart. There Is one noble means of avenging ourselves for unjust criticism; it is by doing still better, and silencing it sole ly bv the Increasing excellence of out work. Energy will do anything that can be done iu the world; and no talent, no circumstance, no opportunities, will make a two-legged animal a man with out it. Blessed be the man who knows how to caper and enjoy nonsense; woe to the man that parted early with his boy hood, and blessed be the man that ent ries his boyhood down latest into lile. Avoid exaggeration. A lady loses as soon as she admires too easi'3 r , and too much. In man or woman the face and the person lose power when they are on the strain to express admiration. Love one human being purely and warmly, and you will love all. The heart in this heiven, like the wander ing sun, seek nothing, from the drop to the ocean, but a mirror which it warms and Alls. We must consult the gentlest manner and soitest reason of address in our ad monishment; our advice must not fall like a violejit storm, bearing down and making those to droop whom ii is meant to cherish and refresh. It must descend as the dew upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow—the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the miuti. SUNDAY. Lie still and rest, iu that serene repose That on this holy morniug comes to those Who have boon buried with the cares that make The sad heart weary and the tired lit art aohe. Lie still and re<t— God s day of all is best KOKDAY. Awake ! arise ' Cast off thy drowsy dreams ! Re i in the east, behold the morning gleams. "As Monday goes, so goes the week," dailies say. Refreshed, relieved, use we'l the initial day ; And see ;thy neighbor Already seeks his labor. TUESDAY. i Another in- Tiling's tanners are unfurled— Another day looks smiling on ihe world ; ! It holds new laurels lor thy soul to win ; Mat not its grace by slothfulnees or sin, Nor sad, away Send it to yesterday. WEDNESDAY. Half-way unto the end—the week's high noon The morning hours do speed away so soon ! And when the noon is reached however bright, lustinciivelv we look toward the night. The glow is lost Once the meridian crost THURSDAY. So well the week has sped, lias; thou a friend Go spend au hour in converse. It will lend New beauty to thy labors and thy life To pause a little sometimes iu the strife. Toil soon seems rude Thai has no iuterlnde. FRIDAY. From feast ab tain ; be temperate, and pray ; ! Fast if thou wilt audyet throughout the day. Neglect no labor and no duty shrink ; For many hour- are left thee for thy work And it were meet Till a 1 should bo comp'ete. SATURDAY. Now w itb the almost finished task n ake haste ; Bo near the night, thou hast no time to waste. Post up accounts, aud let thy soul's eyes look For tlaws and errors iuiife's le 'ger-book. When labors cea e. How sweet the sense of peace . Ted. "It's very dusty," and Mrs. Laura Am berley shook slightly the glossy folds of her grey traveling dress. A trivial remark, but her husband glanced quickly at the half-averted face. "You are displeased, Laura." Young Mrs. Amberley bit her heautiful lips in a moment's silence. "I think I might have my choice, Al gernon. " "It does seem a little hard, doesn't it, dear," lifting lightly the little gloved hand and kissing it. Certainly Algernon wished to indulge his bride of a month, but he continued: "In taking one of these children of my dead half-sister, I wish to make a choice which will be the most benefit to the family. The older girls can earn their own living. | The younger is very pretty, and will be adopted by a good and wealthy family if ■Ave do not take her away, while Ted—" "Ted!" interrupted Laura impatiently. "Ted is at an undesirable age, and not particularly brifiiant and interesting; but as he is one who stands most in need of help, I think we ought to take him." "Such a shock of tow hair, and so hor ribly bashful!" pouted beauty-loving. Laura. "I know the little girl would please you best, but perhaps the boy will develop bet ter than the girl," replied Amberley,in the tone of decision his wife had already 1 earn 2d to know. He was so certain hewas right—that the poor, friendless, unformed boy was most in need of protection and training—that he could not allow his wife's fancy to decide this important matter, much as he regretted her disappointment. The younger child—the little Nellie — was pretty as a picture, and at the charm ing age of three. He could uot but sympa thize with Laura s wishes, but his young wife was short-sighted. He was older than she, and felt obliged to decide the matter according to his best judgment. They were on their wedding trip. From Niagara it had extended to Chicago; from that city to a lonely tract of rolling prairie, where resided this remote connection of the Amberley family. The father of these orphan children was a coarse, hard man, who was already cast ing about for a second wife; and the probability was that the expected step mother would be little benefit to the two young and helpless little ones. Laura regarded this man with a feeling little less than horror. The rude and prim itive living was distasteful to her refined sensibilities. It was only when she walked alone across the great billows of green, and, standing in solitude in the silence, beheld stretched before her countless leagues of luminous sunset, that she said to herself that the West was grand and beautiful. They were driving now along the smooth prairie road. A silvery creek ran along its edge, bright and bank-full. Here and there a Judas bush showed its crimson among the bush greens. To right and left stretched away the boundless prairie. Laura had requested the driver to get away from the uninviting home; but for the first time there was a shallow between herself and her husband. In justice to young Mrs. Amberley, let me say that she tried to repress her discon tent, but this only made her disappoint ment more apparent to her husband. More and more it troubled him, loving his young wife most tenderly, and at last he said: "If yon really cannot give up the little girl Laura, you sh <ll have her." 41 ' Algernon,"she cried, "it isn't that. I like the little Nelly so very much, but I don't see an\ thing to like in Ted," who came baslifully out to take the horses. He always stared at Laura. Certainly she was the most beautitul£creature he had ever seen in his life. Secretly he adored her as she lingered a moment now. Having descended from the carriage, and being loth to go into the house, he addressed her: "Be you going to take me ?" POEMS OF THE WEEK. MILLIIEIM, PA., THURSDAY, MAY 13, 1880. "No," said Laura, quickly; "I think I shall take Nelly." "She noticed thai the boy's head dropped as he turned away, leading the horses; hut she took little notice of that. The next morning her husband was called to Chicago alone on business. She endured the uncongenial surroundings as long as she could, then caught up her hat ami shawl and went out to walk. She strolled half a mile, found the ford ing of the creek and still went on. The emerald of the bush grass was mag nificent, the May sky arched alove blue as lapus lazuli. Sweet wild birds Hew over her head, and no other living thing was in sight. The great stillness 1m 1 a wonderful charm for her. Now she looked wonder ingly at the green distance surrounding her, then wandered about, gathering the flow ers that gemmed the grass like rubies, sap phires and stars of gold. The tinted clouds of sunset began to fall in the West at last and she turned toward home. After walking quite a distance she began to look anxiously for the landmarks of her return. In vain. Round and round she wandered; but the changing light gave everything a new aspect. For half an hour she stood with throb- Ling heart, looking vainly to the right and left—lost! The roseate light deepened into gray. A dense fog crept around her. She -had directed her faltering footsteps to a single oottouwood tree, and now stood clinging to it, her heart sinking in her bosom. Oh, where was she and what would become of her ? She could make no further effort, so be wildered had she become that she knew no longer iu which direction to search. Must she stay there all night ? If so she tried to believe that nothing would harm her. But it grew dark. The fireflies swarmed around her head. She heard a strange, istant, mournful noise which terrified her. Suddenly she heard her name called: "Aunt Laura! Aunt Laura!" She replied. "Here!" eagerly, and a small figure can e bounding through the rustling grass 10 her side. It was Ted. "Oh, Tea 1 I am lost !" "I know it. I came to find you. I was watching for ycu to come back—you did not come. I said nothing to the others. 1 set off to find you. Come quick ! I think I can find the ford." Laura grasped the ben's small, eager hand, and hunied away with him through the dew-wet grass. "You are all wet, Ted." "I could not wait to find the ford; 1 swam across." Laura's eyes distended still further with surprise. They were hurryiug—running. "I know the way, but it is so dark,"said Ted. "Ted, wou't the others come for me ?" •'I don't know." It was a hesitating, pained tone. "Your own IOIKS are away, you know ?" A selfish, churlish man, two young and unreliant girls; who would search the lone, chilly prairie if Ted had not come ! Laura's soft, jeweled hand closed tighter on the child's rough one. "Oil, Ted! my husband will pay you for this!" He stopped. "Aunt Laura, it's no use to go on. 1 can't find the ford, it's got so dark." He was panting. "The tree," he replied, wasn't it an old dry one ?" "Dry and withered, I lielieve—yes." "We must go back to it." "Why?" He did not answer, but hurried her on. "Ted, what is that noise I hear? Dogs barking?'' "Hurry! Hurry!" pulling her over the backward path. "Why must we go back to that tree, Ted ?" "It is dry, you said ?" "Ted what is that howling?" Her voice shook with a vague fear now. "Here it is." He placed her with her back against the old dry tree. "I brought some matches," he panted. "Matches! What for?" He snatched some dry leaves together, tore some strips from his old cotton jacket sleeve, and lighted the whole. Then he threw on dead branches, all piled against the further side of the tree trunk. "Ted, what is that for?'' "Wol vcß, wolves! Don't you see them?" cried the boy throwing out his arms*"But you needn't be afraid; they can't hurt you now. Oh, Aunt Laura, they'll never come near us now, for they are afraid of fire, and the tree is burning." Laura had sank upon the ground, fainting with terror. "Oh, Ted, dear Ted!" she sobbed, "I'll help you '."—for the flames dying down for an instant, the boy began snatching up handfuls of dry grass. For hours they worked, piling on all the inflammable material they could find around the trunk of the cottonwool, while those strange dancing sparks so near the ground—the fierce eyes of the wolves, which Laura saw plainly now—reluctantly retreated when the flames blazed, at last,to the topmost boughs of the tree, and the light streamed far and wide. Disheveled, pallid, exhausted, her mi cry lost at last in a brief sleep—thus A geron Amberley found his wife in the earl dawn. The ground smoked beneath her, burn ing twigs fell around her; but Ted's watch ing eyes took care that she was not burned. Ilis little jacket was wrapped around her shoulders; her head was pillowed on his knee. "She's tired, I reckon," he said simply. "Oh, my boy!" broke from Algernon Amberley's lips. He carried his wife home in his arms, Ted leading the way—Ted never once con scious of the love he had earned, but sad and lonely again in that old farm-house. But Laura had him brought to her bed side, held his hands in hers, kissed his little grimy cheeks. "Ted, you are going back with us. There is not another boy so loved in all the world." And it was true. —Caps and hats came Into general use about 144 W. (letter Cooks. What are some of the things that every cook who prepares the food for any family ought to know ? Unless the whole routine of her work be hap hazard and unreliable, she should have intelligent and well-defined opinions concerning the relations of food to physical growth, so she can furnish that which is best adapted to the whole house hold, tit to build up symmetrical and healthful bodies for the children, as well as to give to the mature workers of the family the necessary nutriment to keep good the balance between supply and demand. The children should not fail to develop properly because of her ignorance of their ueeiis. The father should never give out more strength and vitality in his struggle with the world than she can make gixxl to him as she prepares his daily food. All this implies a practical application of the prin ciples taught in physiology and chemistry, as well as a knowledge of the kind and quality of nourishment stored in plants, flesh, flsli and fowl. Earth, air and sea furnish her with materials which she must understand how to prepare so that it can be easily transformed into bone, blood and muscle iu such proportions that each shall have its proper development. She must be both too wise and too humane to concoct any dish or brew any drink that will induce dyspepsia, headache or dullness. Never until c<x>ks give more time to the mastery of such stud.es will cookery take its proper plaee among sciences. These bodies of ours are exceedingly complicated aud deli cate machines, not to he safely tami>ered with Jiy bunglers. A blacksmith can undertake with greater impunity to make a watch, than an ignorant and untrained housewife to build up without knowledge and without skill a symmetrical aud per fectly developed human body. And when the value of these txxhes, not only as physical organisms but as related to mental growth, is fully appreciated, the work of the skilled eook will rank with that of other great scientists, and, more than this, with that of other great philan thropists. It is not extravagant to say that the progress of humanity toward true per fection depends largely on this branch of domestic economy. How much thought, time and study are given now to the projx-r food for fine stock? Here in our own lab oratory extensive analyses of grasses, grains, etc., have been made in order to determine which will most rapidly and healthfully stimulate the growth of cattie aud swine. Surely we owe aa much care to our children as to our herds. It is cer tainly true that just in proportion to the ad vance of any people in civilization will be the advance of care aud skill in the prepa- j ration of food, it is therefore worthy of absorbing study. Health, mental vigor, virtue and happiness depend more closely | than we are apt to imagine on the cook who reigns in our kitchen. The Pk<l A Kent. He wus a well dressed! pleasant faced man, aud he carried a black box in liis hand. He entered an office with a familiar air, walked up to the sole occupant, who was writing a letter, and began : ' Excuse me, sir, but I represent four different kinds of pads, viz: Lung—" "I am busy/' Interrupted the letter writer. "Yiz : Lung, liver stomach and kidney, and in a few (lays we—" "Didn't I say that I was busy?" de manded the citizen as he put down his pen. "You did, sir; and in a few days we shall bring out the heart pad, the throat pad and the ear pad. Excuse me if 1 sit down. Please let me feel of your pulse. * "I want none of your pads, sir! lam busy, sir, aud 1 want my office to myself!" "Nevertheless, you do want a pad, and 1 can prove it. A healthy pulse should not beat over eighty-five per minute. I'll bet yours goes to a hundred. Any one can see that you are ailing. I can sell you a beau tiful stomach pad at reduced rates. How much do you—" "Didn't I say I didn't want any of your pads, sir ?" "Correct, you did. Do your lungs trouble you ?" "No, sir!" "Heart all right ?" "Y'es, sir!" "Hearing good?" "Yes, sir!" "Ever have the bak-ache ?" "No, sir!" ".Spleen all right?" "Yes, sir! '* "Throat bother you ?" "No, sir! I tell you I don't want any of your pads I want to be let right alone.' I've got a head-ache this morn ." "Eureka! Keep still! —not a word 1 Y'ou furnish the capital, and I'll put in my time and we'll bring out a head-ache pad 1 Capital idea—rich thought! Go ahead and write your letter, aud I'll be—" The citizen ran for his cane in the corner but the pads had walked out to hunt for ailing humanity. Absence of Mhut. "Speaking of absence of mind," said the Rev. Sidney Smith, "the oddest Instance happened to me once in forgettingmy name. 1 k mocked at a door in London, and asked if Mrs. B. was at home. "Yes, sir: pray what name shall 1 say ?' I looked in the man's face astonished —what name ? Aye, that is my question—what is my name ? I believe the man thought me mad, but it is true that during the space of two or three minutes 1 had no more idea of who I was than if 1 had never existed. I did not know whether I was a dissenter or a lay man ; I felt as dull as Sternlioldor Jenkins. At last, to my great relief, it Hashed across me that I was Sidney Smith. I heard also f|f a clergyman, who went jogging aloqg on he road until he came to a turnpike. 'What is to pay?' 'Pay, sir? for what?' asked the turnpike man. 'Why, for my horse, to be sure !' 'Your horse, sir ! what horse? Here is no horse, sir !' 'No horse! God bless me!' said he, suddenly looking down between his legs, 'I thought I was on horse back!" Longevity of Trees. The following table of the comparative longevity of trees, is based on an examina tion of annual concentric layers of the old est known trees. Judas-tree, 300 years; common elm, 335; common ivy, 450; com mon maple, 416; white birch 576; oiange tree, 630; evergreen cypress, 800; common olive, 800: walnut 900; oriental plane, 1,000; common lime 1,100; common fir, 1,20©; cedar of Lebanon, 2000; taxodium dis tiehum, 1,000- vsw 3200. Chum mine ft"* Kluefiwh. "1 tell you," said Andrew Hainmis, a Long Island fisherman, "it's no fun fishing in the bay or outside in the winter. Of course wo fish all winter for cod. About the first of November they l>egin to run, and we regularly fish for them until May. When the coil come tlie fishermen go down to Wiginlet, over the beach, and build huts. Then whenever the weather is at all favorable they go outside. There are as many as thirty lioats out at once sometimes. They fish as the old smackers used to fish, with hooks every six feet on the line, let ting the fish hook themselves. The smack ers are those that go out in large smacks, and stay days, and sometimes weeks. They put their catch into as they call them, and take them to Fulton market alive. There is much rivalry betweeu them ami the yawl fishers. The latter do not keep their fish alive, and so when they take I hem to market it is necessary to sell the dead fish first. This hurts the business of the smackers, and last winter they tried to get a law passed that no dead txxi fish should in Fulton market, but they couldn't get it through. I tell you, yawl fishing is hard work. Sometimes we can't go out it is perhaps so cold that ;your lines freeze the minute theyr leave the water. They have to be handled bare-handed, and so frozen fingers follow. I freeze my fin gers regularly every winter." By this time the fishing grounds, alxmt a mile north of the Surf hotel, were reached. There were already several Iniats at anchor, and Sammis's sloop was soon added to the number. The fishing was to lie done by "chumming," a method entirely new to the writer. He watched the fisherman and sajv how it was done. First, Sammis sharpened a rusty hatchet and a rusty butcher knife on a piece of a brick. Wheth er all "chummers" use a brick or not is not known Sammis did. Withthe knife he sliced a piece off of one of tiie hunkers, and cut this piece into small chunks. This was for the hooks, and the hooks were baited. Then, drawing a rude chopping Ixiard from the hold, he placed it by the boat's side, and, placing a bunker therein, he proceeded to chop and mangle it until it was fine. It did i not make a pleasant looking mesa. This was "chum." A handful was throwu over- i Ixiard often, and the tide carried it off. The hooks were thrown in, and they, too, float- , •d back with the chum. "The main thing," £ammis said, hold ing his line with one hand and cutting "chum" with the other, "is to keep the trail of chum unbroken. Tlie fish are soon attracted and follow it and feed on it, There, you've got a bite; pull him along, don't give him any slack; that's right. With immense pride the writer yanked his fish, which was very gamy and made all the fight possible, now jumping clean out of the water, then coming head first for the boat. The hook was baited and again thrown out, Sammis meanwhile cutting "chum" and holding his line in his teeth. A savage bluefish jerked the line from his teeth and made oft with the bait unharmed. Tiie writerpulled in another and lost two. Sammis, with cutting bait and pulling out fish, had his hands full. In less than an hour twenty-eight handsome fish were struggling iu the boat. Suddenly they stop ped biting. "It's slack water," Sammis saul. "They won't bite for an hour or two, until the tide sets out pretty strong. '1 hey're a nice fish, ain't they ? Bui they are perfect gor mandizers. They'll eat just as long as there is anything to eat. I've seen a lot of blue fish get into a school of hunkers, and the water all around would be red with blood. A bluefish would catch a bunker and shake him all to pieces, as a dog shakes rats, and they would bite and snap into the school apparently out of pure deviltry. But we're going to have more nasty weather; the rain aiu't over yet. If you say so we 11 run back. Pity it's so stormy. Come down some pleasant day and I'll give you all the sport you want." A Snake Swat lower. Recently farmer Potts, of Berks county, Pn., was the victim of a terrible adventure. Becoming drowsy he laid under a tree, and while sleeping a snake alioiit nineteen inches in length and of a green color darted into his open mouth and descended into his stomach. After he awoke he experience'! a peculiar and sickening sensation At times he frothed at the mouth, and his eyes almost started from their sockets. A physician pressed his ear to Potts' breast and distinctly heard the movements of the reptile. The victim was required to inhale the steam of boiled milk, which produced a strangling sensation, the snake having made an unsuccessful effort to leave the stomach. Potts was then led under a shed roof and put ou a wagon. A strong rope was bed to a beam aud theu securely wrapped around the legs of the sufferer. The wagon was then pulled away, and Potts was left dangling head down. While in this position he again inhaled the steam of boiled milk. The patient's tongue pro truded and his eyes started. The thick steam flowed into his throat and the suf ferer made a noise as if choking. Then quick as thought the docter saw a head protrude, and seizing it with his naked fingers he quickly pulled and the reptile was dashed into an empty bucket. In a few seconds Potts was lying on the ground nearly dead. He was given some whisky and water and was rubbed with coarse toweling, and finally he seemed to be rest ing easy, lie was carried into the house and put to bed, and light food was admin istered. His throat was very sore, but still he was thankful when he was told that the reptile had been removed. He is slowly recovering. A Kcflned liutcher. Hai kins' daughter returned from Den ton's butcher shop, laid a steak upon the table and said: "That's the most refined butcher I ever met. I asked him if this steak was tender, and he said, 'Oh! so beautifully tender, as the maiden in the first blush of love, a steak fit to be classed with tender, and hallowed associations, aud one likely to be devoured by so fair and beautiful a maiden.' " llarkins pushed the glasses up on top of his head, looked at the girl, and then thundered: "What under the canopy was that fellow giving you?" Aud, as her color came and went, she re plied : "Giviug me taffy, I suppose." , P OSTAGK stamps must not be used more than once. To go through the malls a letter must bear the stamp of originality. Something About Curls. Evary man has noticed, and every man of taste hits been disgusted with the flat curls, which many women wear upon their forehead, giving them jis artificial and un attractive an appearance as anything of equal dimensions can. These curls are kept in place, it seems, by gumming the .hair with bandoline, a preparation of quince seeds. In consequence of its demand for this purpose the import&tion of quince-seeds has largely increased. The seeds used to te admitted free as seeds for medicinal use, but beiug now employed as an aid to the j toilet, a duty ol twenty percent, advalorem has been put upon them. It is not the pro vince of the Secretary of the Treasury to regulate the national taste, but if he had made the seeds pay one-hundred per cent, or any amount of duty sufficient to prevent the manufacture of bandoline, and the mak ing of those odious curls, be would have done a public benefit. But, neither he nor any other man, nor any public laxly, can hinder women who are so resolved, from disfiguring themselves. If they had not bandoline they would get something else, for they seem determined to wear the hid eous curls. W hen we remenil>er that the entire sex are absorlK*! with the question i of how to make themselves look best, it is impossible to understand why they take such 1 pains to produce the opposite effect. It is i their ignorance, of couise, which is at fault, and their ignorance seems to be unconquer : able. Take them for all in all, American women have as much taste as any women in the world, and yet a great many blindly adopt anything labeled as fashion without thinking whether it be fit or unfit. Fashion will at any time drive tbetn into any ab surdity. It makes thousands, who might appear to advantage by consulting common sense, nature and their own needs, appear unattractive, and often renders them ridi culous. Fashion, Indeed, as commonly re presented, is more a deformer than a beauti lier, and always will be, until women, re fusing to accept its autocratic behests, study the principles of pure taste, which are. radically, always the same, and whose basis is the becoming. * A Story of steel f'eun. Few persons who use steel pens on which is stamped •'GilloU* have any idea of the story of suffering, of indomitable pluck and persistence which belong to the placing of that name on that article. A loug depres sion in trade in England threw thousands of Sheffield mechanics out of work, among them Joseph Gillott, then twenty-one years of age. He left the city with but a shilling in his pocket. Reaching Birmingham, he went into an old inn and sat down upon a wooden settle in the tap-room. His last penny was spent for a roll. He was weak, hungry and ill. He had not a friend iu Birmingham, and there was little chance that he would find work. In his despond ency he was tempted to give up, and turn beggar or tramp. Then a sudden fiery energy sietsed him. He brought his fist down on the table, declaring to himself that he would try and trust in God, come what would. 11c found work that day in making belt buckles, whicn were then fashionable. As soon as he bad saved a pound or two he hired a garret in Bread street, and there carried on work for himself, bringing his taste and his knowledge of tools into con stant use, even when working at hand-made go<xis. This was the secret of Gillott's suc cess. Other workmen drudged on passive ly in the old ruts, lie was wide-awake, eager to improve his work, or to shorten the way of working. He fell in love with a pretty and sensible girl named Mitchell, who, with her brothers, was making steel pens. Each pen was then clipped, punoheti and polished by hand, and pens were sold at enormous high prices. Gillott at once brought his skill in tools to bear on the matter, and soou invented a machine which turned the points out by thousands in the time that a man would require to make one. He married Miss Mitchell, and they carried on the manufacture together for years. On the morning of his marriage the industrious young workman made a gross of pens, and sold them for thirty-six dollars to pay the wedding fees. In his old age, having reaped an enormous fortune by his shrewdness, honesty and industry, Mr. Gillott went again to the old inn, bought the settle, and had the square sawed out and made into a chair, which he left as an heirloom to his family to remind them of the secret of his success. A \tater non%tr. A monster whale was recently exhibited in New York. A man stood on-the whale's hump as the dead levithian lay along the bottom of the float. A half block of the shiny black animal stretched its length be yond him, while just beneath the path he walked two and fro upon was the monster's mouth —a bony, boat-shaped lower jaw, wider and half as long as a whaleboat, and a narrow-pointed upper jaw, fringed with whalebone and triced up with a cable from the top and a beam underneath, placed as corncobs arc put in the mouths of hogs in butcher shops. The whale looks like a long misshapen mass of glossy India rubber. Only what may lie called bis after part thirty or 40 feet back of the hump—is shaped like a fish, and that terminates much as whales do in pictures, with a fantail, which seems to have been accidentally put on the wrong way. The skin is scratched and torn in places, and the red blood that dis tinguishes its kind from the fishes stains its flesh. On the other side the aroma of the fresh lime, which seems to have been carted to the edge of the lower jaw and dumped in, refreshes the visitor. "I hope you didn't come here to jab knives in him," says the irritable man on the whale's hump, "or umbrellas either, or sticks (pointing to offenders who used those implements). We aiu't exhibiting the inside of the whale, and it won't last any too long as it is. "Step right along, good people,' says this exhibitor to the throng, whose memb ers march singly, hugging a railing that has been put up around the dead whale; "step right along; there's more coming to see the whale. Pass out of the other door. The ear, sir, is just beneath that harpoon—no, that's the eye. Pass on, good people, you'll see the scars of the lances further on. He was not killed with that harpoon; he was killed by two—(that's the spout hole, sir) —by two bomb lances that ex ploded in him and killed him. Afterward that harpoon was stuck in, and he was towed with it by men in that boat yonder. "Whales don't have teeth —that's the whalebone," he said, presently, to a man who w T anted to know whether whales "al ways have hair on their teeth?" "That's the tail and this is the head. The spout hole it hare at my feet; the ear it under that harpoou; the eyes are these things. What are you trying to do—to tee if you can force your umbrella through the whale, or do you want to get Inside him? No, sir; the whale in its natural position—right tide up, with care. Yet, its dead. You'll get a full history of the whale when you go out." There were many woman in the throng that kept pouring in at one end of the float, and out at the other end. The temptation to poke the yielding mast seemed stronger with the women than the men. On the ether hand, the small boys found it impos sible to past the great flat tail or the leath ery six-foot fins stretched Put beyond the railing without walking on them, and jumping just a little when the showmau did not see them. There were two men on the after gang plank, and the circulars sold by the man who called them "the most important part of the exhibition," did not wholly agree with what the other man, iu a rubber coat, said about the whale. "This is one of the humpback species," the circular read. "It is sixty-five feet long, and forty-five feet around the body at the hump, and weighs seventy tons. The car cass is worth sst>o for oil and bone. He was bought by 8. 8. Swift & Co. of Prov incetown for S6OO, and was towed by one of Boston's biggest tugs to New York, which took four days and nights, and cost $450 for toypage. When captured twenty barrels of herring were taken out of him. This is the largest whale ever exhibited m the United States. This whale was struck by a bomb lance. A bomb lance is filled with dynamite, which explodes when it strikes the blubber, killing the whale." "It's a finback," said the man in the rubber contemptuously. "I've bean a whaler twenty-five years and 1 never took one of them fishes, though many's the chance I've had to do rt. Why not? * I they can run like the devil, and they al- * ways do when they're stmcks This one was sick or they'd never have gcflt him There aim no oil in him to speak of —no finback ever had mor'n fifteen barrel In him. I'd sooner catch a black fish. Big? Pshaw! He amt nothing alongside of a right or a sperm whale. It's a good spec, though. They paid S7OO for him; took in more than that in the first two hours." Indian Longevity* There is an Indian woman now living at Jo*hia Peters'a, near San Luis Key, Cali fornia, who is at least one hundred and twenty-four years of age. Many years ago her hair turned snowy white, but within recent years it has undergone renewal, and is now as black as a coal. She is now in her second childhood—speaks and lisps, and lias all the mental characteristics of a child. Some fifteen years ago this woman's mem ory was good, and she recollected and told distinctively of the time when the .Mission Fathers began building the San Diego Mis sion and tried to civilize the Indians. At that time—l769—she was a young woman, and living witn her tribe near the Valfe de loe Viojaa The missionaries sent their soldiers and vaqueros after the Indians "to corral them and bring them into the mis sions, and treated the Indians with great severity and cruelty. The old woman used to relate that one of these vaqueros threw a lasso ever to catch her, and in se doing strangled to death the infant that she was carrying on her back. W. B. Couta and other old residents of San Luis Key know this venerable woman well, have often lis tened to her relations of past times, and are perfectly convinced that she is one hundred and twenty-four yeais old. KafHiißtan. , Surgeon-Major H. W. Bellew, of the British Army, has lately collected from native authorities some useful information respecting Kaffiristan, that interesting country which no European has so far suc ceeded in exploring. It appears that It is, after all, only about 150 miles in length by 50 or 60 in breadth, and its boundaries may be taken as the Hindu Rush on the north, including both the northern and the south ern slopes, from laitkoh Darra on the east to the Farajgal Valley on the range sepa rating it from Panjshir on the west; the Chitral river, down to Chaghansarae, or even Kunar, on the east, forms its limit in that direction, while the southern boundary may be taken to be a line from Dora Nur on the east to Tagoa on the west; and on the west it is bounded by the Nijrao and Panjashir Valleys. The whole area is mountainous and furrowed by a succession of long, winding valleys, each of which has its own system of branches and glens rami fying into the recesses of the mountains. From information which Dr. Bellew derived from a native of the country there appears to be "nowhere room to gallop a horse." Ynuug Farmer*. The Chadd's Ford, Pa., Club, wishing to encourage the young folks to a study of the best methods of farming, &c., has offered a handsome lot of prizes to Chester and Delaware county boys of seventeen years and under, who shall raise the largest number of bushels of corn ou one-eighth of an acre of land in the year 1880. The contestants are to be allowed to do as they please about manuring, hoeing, but are to keep a record of what they do and the cost, and report at the end of the season. Similar prizes are to be offered to the girls of the two counties who shall make the best butter. The butter and the corn are to be exhibited together. Such trials of skill are calculated 10 do a great deal of good b> directing the attention of the young folks to a study of the conditions necessary to the achievement of the best results* A Good Deal Mixed. A short* time ago an enterprising fe male did a flourishing business in this countrs by taking orders for corsets. A flutter has been caused among the ladies by it being reported that she was a man cleverly disguised for the purpose. It is said that she has been arrested for masque rading in this maimer by a peace officer, who apprehended him and took her before a magistrate, where he was accused of passing herself off on an unsuspecting com munity as a gentle member of the female persuasion. If he could escape, she had better keep clear of this town, or he'll get every hair of her head pulled out by the ladies who patronized him , purchased her confounded corsets, and helped him to earn a subsistence for her family. Oh! pshaw? we give it up. Our pronouns have got mixed, but what we mean to say is that she deserves to have his ears boxed, NO. 19.