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Ob ii ul HLUU ot 3f me" Mm u\. tl is ft %\ill oo vs .i in. *t jm jou to nie is i'i ttio tlew otjour jou&i i il i ut-s of an a ed tree Uti i,l mllu'iti Magazine blUFTim J1A1.RIET E. S. CRESSY. I run A have ray pay right o% so you ruav as well stir around and get it, or there'll be a fuss!" said the haughty Mr. Stuib'ick to a poor man who owed liim a jiaall sura of money. V\ til," replied the humble fellow, whouu will call Jack Styles, I will pay jou ae^t week without tail. Peter Faniey owing rue enough to pay it, and he 13 coming over to Butcher John son's rc\t Tuesday with a beef critter, and he will then pay me, and I will hand it, over to you." Mind you do, or you'll be sent up xor a month or two!" was the reply. This tin eat seemed hard and uncalled for, at Jack always paid his debts when over lie could but ho had been very unfortunxte all thiough the hard, long wmtei, and now needed a little time to pay th) debts that had accumulated. He had been vory ill with rheumatism for a month or two beside, his wife and two clulareu had been siclx with fever&, and Lis doctor's bill had amount ed to more than ho had earned for when he coidd work hib help had been needed at home, and work had been scarce, and it -was with difficulty he had found anything to do ^vhen he was able to do it. Old btaibuck knew all this and knew also that Jack was an honest fellow, buc ne always was very hard with the poor and unfortunate. Jack took the cruel threat very inuch to lieait, end tietted himself nearly into a fevei lor two or three days. What if Fanlev should disappoint k-im, after all? It hardly seemed possible he would, for the butcher had the promise of the cow for the following Tuesday but Fanley lived some eight miles away, and something might happen that he would not come with her. Oh, he hoped there ould not for he had a great horror of a jail, and had never been threatened like that before. .Thank God, men are not now im prisoned for debt in the State where Jack then lived but such was tie law at that time and many a poor man, though honest, was thrust into prison, and his family left in want, for the leason that he could not pay his debts. "What possible good such a law could do we havo never been able to see, as it only filled up the jails, made expense for the State, and deprived the family of the help they needed, beside placing the culprit in a condition, to earn noth ing to relieve himself of the debt for which he was imprisoned. Perhaps it prevented some from running into debt as much as they otherwise would in this respect it might nave done some good. Well, Tuesday came and Jack kept a good lookout for Faniey and his cow, who, in going to the butcher's, would Lave to pass his house. About 11 o'clock of that forenoon a boy came running to his house to inform him that both man and cow were on the way thither, but the latter had fallen into the snow, and he was a little afraid she was dead. Jack sprung and ran with all his might to the place where the cow was lying, which was a half mile from his house and there, to his utter de spair, the creature was sprawled on the snow, stone dead. "What could Have been the matter with her?" asked Jack, greatly excited. Don't know, I'm sure, 'less 'tis she's worrit to death tramping in the snow." Jack looked at the bloated animal and surmised that something more than fatigue had caused the dissolution. But a sled and yoke of oxen were procured and the carcass drawn to Butcher John son, who, after making a post-mortem examination, found that the deceased came to her death from dropsy, undue fatigue from tramping in the snow has tening the event. Of course he couid not purchase the carcass of a diseased animal, so it was turned over to the scaveDgers of the field. Faniey was grieved at the loss, for he was a poor man, and ack, who was told by Faniey that he could not pay hi" at present, was frantic. To jail, then, I must go," he tear fully exclaimed. There is no use in trying to put off old Starbuck any longer. 1 would not dare face Tifm with the old promise in my mouth no, to jail I must go." That afternoon he went to see Starbuck, who said to him, as soon as he saw him, "You've come, then, to pay me the money Jack hung bis head and meekly re plied, "No, Mr. Starbuck, the cow died." "None of your stories if you have not got the money you will have a home over there a little while," he said, point ing to the jail. "I could not get it." '*Nuff ced, then here, walk over to Sheriff Patton's with me," taking the poor man by tho collar and walking along. Starbuck, ho was a hard drinker, was pretty drunk, and he went along at an uneven gait, still hold of Jack's col lar. Meeting the Sheriff after going a short distance, he handed Jack over to him and returned home. "Have you been sending Jack Styles off to prison?" asked Starbuck's wife as he entered the house. "Yes, and I'm going to send every other scamp that won't pay me to the same place. I have not to raise some money to pay oft' this mortgage, or I shall be turned out of house and home, and you, too," he replied. "Well, this man looks like an honest kind of fellow. How much does he owe vou?" "Twenty dollars, or so." "Not enough to pay your liquor bill one week," thought his wife but she said nothing, as she dreaded to arouse his temper, which might, when fully under way, be compared to a hurricane or any other dangerous element. That afternoon she sent a boy with a large basket full of eatables to Jack's family, for she had heard they were very poor, and continued so to do every week while Jack was in prison. After Jack was released he found plenty of work, and had many presents given him by those who, knowing his honesty, had been thoroughly indignant at such treatment of him. So he man aged to get along after that, and was able to pay all his debts. Fifteen years later, and Jack Styles, now a man oi 53, and his son, a fiue looking, promising young man of 25, were doing, a fair business in the gro cery line, in the city of W about twenty miles fiom their foimer home. So honorable were the dealings of this fiim with all their customers that after they were once established business which at first was on a small scale, they found their receipts month by month increasing in a way that was very en couraging. Young Styles stood at the head of the cencern, as Jack had very little education still the latter made himself extremely useful in various ways about the store. After they had been about two years in business, Young Styles one day said to his father: You remember Old Starbuck who once shut you up in jail?" I rather think I do," replied Jack, with a shudder. "Well, he is living in this city on charity he has spent his property, and drank himself almost to death, making him one of the most bloated, disagreea ble-looking objects you'ever saw." "Is his wife living?" asked Mrs. Styles. "If she is I will surely go to see her, and help her if she is in need." "I hope you will," said both Jack and his son, in a breath. "I think you will find her on A street, one the vilest in the city." ''if it is such a dangerous street you. must go with me Jack. I would not like to go there alone." "Indeed, I will," he replied. So as soon as they had eaten dinner they set out for the house of Jack's old enemy, and after an hour's search found the old tippler and his wife in one of the meanest tenements of the city. Star buck did not recognize Jack, for he was then suffering from a fit of delirium tremens, and hardly knew one person from another, but his wife at once called him by name, seemed delighted to see him, and her thanks for the presents he carried her, which consisted in a good supply of the choicest articles his grocery store afforded, were unbounde d. But both Jack and his wife assured her this was not the last of their gifts to her, and they left her in apparently better spirits than they found her. In a few days Starbuck died, and then Jack and his wife took his widow to their own comfortable home, where, according to the wishes of both, she spent the remainder of her life, which was not many years. She was a lady of great culture, having been brought up and accustomed to move in the best circles of society, and at the time she married Starbuck he, too, was high standing and possessed of much wealth, but through the baleful effects of liquor he was brought down to poverty and disgrace, while Jack, from leading a temperate, industrious, honest life, was brought up from small beginnings to a comfortable, respectable position. PlTTSFIKLD, Mass. 111 A Monkey's Trick. One of the best things that ever was heard of happened in France not many weeks ago. There lives in the south of France a man of wealth, whose chateau or country place of residence has around it very tall trees. The cook of the chateau has a monkey, a pert fellow who knows ever so many tricks. The monkey often helps the cook to pluck the feathers from fowls. On the day that interests us the cook gave he monkey two partridges to pluck, and the monkey, seating himself on an open window, went to work. He had picked the feathers from one of the partridges and placed it on tho outer ledge of the window with a satisfied grunt, when, lo! all at once a hawk flew down from one of the tall trees near by and bore off the plucked bird. Master Monkey was very angry. He shook his list at the hawk, which took a seat on one of the limbs not far off and began to eat the partridge with great relish. The owner of the chateau saw the sport, for he was sitting in a grape arbor, and crept up to see the end ef it. The monkey picked the other partridge and laid it on he ledge in he same place, then hiding behind the window screen on the inside. The hawk was caught in this trap, for when it flew down after the partridge out reached the monkey and caught the thief. In a moment the hawk's neck was wrung and the monkey soon had the hawk plucked. Taking the two birds to the cook, the monkey handed them to him as if to say: Here are your two partridges, mas- ter." The cook thought that one of the birds looked queer, but he served them on the table. The owner of the house shook his head when he saw the dish, and, te'ling the cook of the trick, laughed heartily. New York Ticket Speculators. During steamboat navigation the best state-rooms are taken up by speculators. In winter the same class devotes itself to the theaters, in purchasing the best seats. When an extraordinary attrac tion occurs, half the house may be taken in advance, and those who wish to see the performance can do so by pay ing a premium. The managers say the case is hopeless they cannot refuse the seats to any one who offers the price. The speculators show great tact. They make opera and star engagements their harvests, and $250 have been made in one night. The speculator knows the capacity of every theater, and the at tractive power of every performer. This, with a capital of $200, enables him to make a handsome living. There is no remedy except for theater-goers to buy tickets early, but this is seldom done, and hence the speculator may be considered a permanent institution. Some of them have been years in the business, and find it easy to make a good living, as their profits average $100 a night through the season. New Styles in Table-Ware. Pompeiianredon cream ground is the prettiest kind of ware, they tell me. Some of the crown Derby comes in those colors, and you can find it in cheaper styles. There is a revival of the old Brosely pattern, which looks like a gooseberry bush in winter, being a fine tracery of delicate twigs and thorns, and you can buy this in red or blue on a white ground, and there are some new Limoges cups and saucers, with cloisonne finish. They are tri angular, with their three sides different both in color and design, and the saucers are divided into three sections to match the cups. There are lovely desert plates in the same ware, but cir cular. They represent half a dozen plates, each one decorated with its own special design, and partly hidden by the next. Then there are some new hly candlesticks, with the hly pad forming the base and the stems twisting and turning themselves to make the most graceful of handles the candle stands in one lily chalice that holds itself erect. There is a Minfcon vase abso lutely perfect in outline and almost transparent, that is painted with won derful crimson and golden orchids, and has bronze Medusa heads for handle, and a bronze sea-horse upon its cover. There are some pretty little red and sea-green and brown vases with clus ters of white flowers clinging to them as if tossed there, and some Minton pilgrim bottles that have exquisitely painted boyish figures upon them. Cor. Boston Transcript. Webster's Advice to His Son. WASHINGTON, June 23,1834. Mv DEAR SON Fletcher wrote me from Exeter, the next day after your arrival, and informed me that you had been so fortunate as to be received at Col. Chadwick's, and was commencing your studies. I am glad you are so well situated, and trust you will make prog ress in your studies. You are at a most important period of life, my dear son, soon growing up to be a young man, and a boy no longer, and I feel great anxiety for your success and hap piness. I beseech you to be attentive to all your duties, and to fulfill every obligation with cheerfulness and punc tuality. Above all, remember your moral and religious concerns. Be con stant at church and prayer, and every other appointment for worship. There can be no solid character and no true happiness which are not founded on a sense of religious duty. Avoid all evil company and every temptation, and consider that you have now leftf'your father's house and gone forth to im prove your own character and prepare your own mind for the part you are to lead in life. All that can be done for you by others will amount to nothing unless you do much for yourself. Cher ish all the good counsel which your dear mother used to give you, and let those of us who are yet alive have the pleasure of seeing you come forward as one who gives promise of virtue, use fulness and distinction. I fervently commend you to the blessing of our Heavenly Father. Your affectionate father, DANIEL WEBSTER. EDWAED WEBSTEE. What Makes the Difference 1 It is said that American children are spoiled by over-indulgence, and are con sequently ill-behaved and bad-man nered, but Japanese children, who are treated with extraordinary deference, and made a vast deal of, are reputed to be the quietest and pleasantest. Trav elers in Japan say that nothing is de nied there to a child his or her ques tion receives a ready answer from the most silent, and his request is granted by the most churlish. All persons, in every grade of life, show little folks uni form courtesy and gentleness, and why these do not take advantage of this over-regard and tenderness, as they do in the United States, is beyond ex planation, unless we admit that there is a marked difference in he race The Japanese mother, however, is far from being so happy as her American sister. She is so wholly subordinated to the child as to be injured and de graded. The father often beats her fce cause the child has fallen down or met with an accident. She has only two functions in his eyesto bear children and enslave herself for them after their birth. The effect of such superabund ant care and devotion is bad, too, upon the child, who grows up without self understanding or self-reliance. Cer tainly, this is not true of our offspring, and it is curious to observe what a re markable difference is developed in the East and West by well nigh the same treatment. The Sunflower. In many districts in the West the traveler will see growing immediately about the doors of farm houses beds of sunflowers. The belief of many is that the growing sunflower is a protection from malaria and a preventive of the low fevers of malarious districts. This plant, we believe, is made of but small practical use in America. A scientific writer upon the helianthus says: Elsewhere the sunflower, if not ad mired, is esteemed for practical reasons. Many of our native aboriginals make bread of the seeds. It is cultivated in the South of Europe sometimes as a field crop, the seeds being used as a food for oattle and poultry, and also for making oil, which is little inferior to olive oil, is burned in lamps, and em ployed in the manufacture ol soap. Meal and bread are said to be got from the seeds in Portugal, and these, roasted, are often substituted for coffee. The seeds are also used like almonds for making soothing emulsions, and in some parts of the Old "World are boiled and fed to infants. The leaves are good fodder for cattle, the stems serve for fuel, and contain much potash. The different species of sunflower indigen ous to the United States number some forty, scattering from ocean to ocean, and from New England to the Gulf. For a plant generally counted unworthy, as it is with us, it surely has many valu able uses. A worthy minister in the west ot Scot land was regularly annoyed in the fore noon by a sleepy carrier. In the course ol visiting, Saundeis was remonstrated with for his drowsiness, and pleaded as an excuse heavy work and porridge for brealrfast. His clerical guide advised tea, but to this Saunders demurred, as tea "woulna lie on his stomach." It hap pened one very warm day that the minis ter felt sorely annoyed at the hearty snore of Saunders, who sat in the gallery. Stop ping suddenly in the middle of his ser mon, the reverend gentleman, who knew every member of his congregation, called out to one John Blunt to awaken SaunT ders. This having been done, to the be- wilderment of the sleeper, he was thus addressed: "Saunders, this will never do. Ye maun either no' come to the kirk in the forenoon or tak' a tea breakfast.1' INNOCENT GAMES. How a Wicked Small Boy Introduced Cards iuto a Pions Household. The motives of the man who devised a modification ot the pattern of playing cards by substituting colonels and God desses of Liberty for kings and queens, and supplying the place of spades, dia monds, clubs, and hearts with stais and other novel figures, may have been pure, but his conduct was not wholly above suspicion. He may not have intended to assist mendacious boys to play cards and yet with seeming truth to allege that they were playing some entirely new and thoroughly evangelical gamo, but at least one conspicuous case has been the result of his invention, and it is difficult to acquit im. of a large share ot the blame. The Rev. Mr. Thompson is a much lespected cieigymau of Chnton, 111. For many years he has been a looal leader of the extreme Low Church Party, and, in private life, without the surplice and prayer-book, and other devotional im plements, he could with difficulty be dis tinguished fiom a Picsbyt^iian." Mr. Thompson was particularly earn est "n his opposition to card-playing. He held that it was scarcely distinguishable fiom gambling, and that it was nearly as objectionable as ntualism. He never failed to preach a yeany sermon on the wickedness of card-playing, and his in cidental allusions to poker players who value four aces or three of a kind more than virtue and sobriety, and to euchre playeis who ''make it next," were believ ed by the ladies of the congregation to show a masteily knowledge of the intric acies of those wicked games. He always said that there were many innocent and amusing games, such as checkers, cro quet, and "Dr. Busby," which devout peeple could play without immorality, aud that it was, therefore, an unneces sary piece ot wickedness to play immoral games with the corrupt and debasing cards used by professional gamblers. Mr. Thompson has a son of about fouiteen years of age who is not as good and inno cent as his father. In fact, he i3 regard ed by the public as the kind of boy in whose neighborhood it would be unwise to attempt to cultivate an orchard or to raise waternielans. His father, however, nas t^ie utmost confidence in him, and never dreamed that his son's views of property in fruit are in conflict with those of his neighbors. One evening last winter, Mastei Charles brought home with him a pack ot the so called "National cards,'" and exhibited them to his father. "Thishyer," he remarked "is a first rate game, not a bit like cards. I wouldn't play cards no sooneride steal apples but thishyer game was give to me by the Pres byterian Sunday-school superintendent and he wants you lo see how you like it." Good Mr. Thompson laid aside his newspaper,} and examining the cards with much interest, asked how thev -were used. This wicked son thereupon ex plained to him the principles of a game which he called the "National game." but which was simply the notoriously wicked game of euchre. Mr. Thompson was greatly pleased with it, and in the course of the evening more than once "went it alone" and beat Master Charles badly. Not satisfied with this achievement, Master Charles pio ceeded to teach his trusting father the game of whist, inducing both his mother and his sister to innocently join in the carnival of crime To whist he gave the flimsy name of "family delight,'" and under that name the Thompson household played hun dreds of games ot whistMr. Thompson himself developing a leal genius tor the game, and at times rebuking his partner for refusing to return a lead or taking his own trick with a severity that a veter an English whist-matron might have en vied. Only once was the suspicion of the true character of ttie game aroused. Miss Thompson, who occasionally read novels, once remarked, "Charlie, isn't 'family delight' something like whist? I was reading the other day about some people who were playing whist, and they had trumps and tricks and long suits, just as we dD." Master Charles, however, did not lose his presence of mind, but replied: "Wot of it? Ain't trumps spoken of in the bi ble? Tou aint a-going to believe that Peter and Balaam and the rest of *em played cards, are you?" This argument allayed suspicion, and the games went on without iurther scru ples on the part of the bad boy's sister. Though Mr. Thompson liked whist, and had no objection to "high low jack" when disguised as "up-down-and-across," his affections were chiefly centered upon euchre. With the exception of Saturday and Sunday nign+s, he played euchre with Master Charles every evening and often said to him, "My son, I hope you see how much more real pleasure an in nocent and improvising game aftords than can be derived from card-playing." Master Charles greatlv enjoyed his de ception, of his venerable lather, and had but one regret in connection with it. This was his inability to introduce poker in any respectable guise. As that game is inseparably connected with bet ting, its true* character could not be con cealed, and Master Charley was compell ed to deny himself the pleasure of seeing his deceived parent betting on a "full hand" and finding that it was not good in comparison to his son's "straight flush."' Nevertheless, Charles had done what he could, and he telt that few sons had ever "sold" their fathers as completely as he had done. It was only a short nme ago that two ot Mr. Thompson's vestrymenboth Low Churchmen of the lowest typecalled on their rector and found him so earnest ly occupied in a game of euchre that he requested them to sit down for a moment until he should have finished the game. Those two good men, both of whom had amassed much sinful learning in their youth, were struck with horror at the na ture of the clergyman's position. They heard him with their own ears remark, "I make it next and play it alone," and saw him play both bowers, the ace, and king, and end the game with a "march." 5Master Chailes then hastily gathered p the cards, and pleading an errand down-town, fled overwhelmed with terror at his inevitable detection. We can faint ly imagine the surprise and remorse of the good Mr. Thompson when he learned that for months he had been in the habit or playing at home the games that he denounced in the pulpit. Nothing could convince the vestry-men that their clergy men was innocent. They lost no time in calling a meeting of the church, and af ter a recital of Mr. Thompson's wicked ness and hypocrisy they obtained an al most unanimously-signed request for the rector's resignation. Mr. Thompson is now without a charge, and the zealous vestrymen are currently believed to be about to carry the church over to the Re formed Episcopalians. As for the depraved Master Charles, he has disappeaied, and great hopes are en tertained by the apple and watermelon growers of Clinton that he has gone to fight the Indians, who can scarcely fail to appreciate his luxuriant, cvuly hair. Unsurpassed "Cheek." Exhibitors of cheek," rf they could be materialized, would command con siilerable attention at fairs. At one of thefce exhibitions a Bohemian printer who cane to this city some time ago, and who subbed ''a IsJc on this pa per, would neve? f.'il to cci\o the first premium i'1 i-, 'specimen: Going up to t'u Stuib Jo ^e, he inquired for the Governor The Governor had gone to dinner. Ke asked for Secretary Fiolich. That gentleman was in his office. Col. Frolich," ho began, you are a printer s am I. Just now it is high ly essential that I should have a dollar. Lend me the amount and I will pay it back to-morrow." The Secretary happened to possess the amount, and, moved by the stick- a'ad-rule" spirit, passed it over. The printer smiled, bowed and left. Going down and passing out into the street, he hailed a hackman: What will you charge to drive me to Gov. Miller's residence and back to the Capital Hotel?" "One dollar." "All right." Give me the dollar." "Certainly I'd just as lief pay in advance. I'm a gentleman." He didn't pay over the dollar, but as serted that he was a gentleman. Arriving at the Governor's residence, the comp jumped out, ran up the steps and rang the bell. I must see the Governor," he said to the servant. "He is eating dinner.'] But I must see him immediately. Tell him to come here quick." The servant flew to the dining-room, and the Governor hurried to the door. Governor," said the visitor, I dis like to disturb you, but it is of an im portant matter that I would speak. I want to borrow five dollars!" In history there may be an account of a door closing more suddenly, but the committee appointed to search the annals hasn't reported.Arkansas Gazette. i Europe's Rich City. Frankfort-on-the-Main, now contain ing a population of about lOO,O0O, is re puted to be the richest city of its size the whole world. If its"wealth were equally divided among its inhabitants, every man, woman and child would have, it is said, 20,000 marks, or some $5,000 apiece. There are as may be supposed a good many very poor people in the town but the citizens are, as a whole, in unusually comfortable cir cumstances, more so probably than the citizens of any other capital in Ger many or Europe. It is asserted that there are 100 Frankforters worth from $4,000,000 to $5,000,000 each, and 250 who are worth $3,000,000 and upward. The city is one of the great banking centers of the globe. Its aggregate banking capital is estimated at $200,- 000,000, more than one-fourth of which the famous Eothschilds, whose original and parent house is there, own and control. The annual transactions bills of exchange are in excess of $100,- 000,000. Its general trade and manu facturing industries have greatly in creased since the formation of the Ger man empire, to which Frankfort was originally averse, being a free city and an opponent of Prussia until coerced in July, 1866, by Gen. Von Falkenstein, who entered it at the head of an army and imposed a fine of 31,000,000 florins for its insubordination. Frankfort is such a place for conventions and assem blies of all sorts that it is very apt to be full of strangers, a nd is consequently very expensive and by no means satis factory to tarry in. Advertised. Putting her head into the postoffi.ee window, she shouted at the astonished custodian of the mails, "Advertised!" "Mann," said he, after partially recover ing his'self-possession, "what did you wish?" "Advertised!" she repeated, louder than before. force of cus tom he managed to ask, "What name, marm?" Again came the same reply, "Advertised!" but this time supple mented with the demand, "An how long wid yez kape a body a shtanding here while yez be a garruping loike a moon calf in a shtable? Wud yez iver give me me letther, I soy?" "But what is your name,my dear woman?" "Och, don't yez'dear woman' me, yez ould sinner! Don't yez mane to aboide "by yez own directions entoirely, yez old bald-headed divil? Didn't yez put in til the papers, 'Persons calling for let thers will plaze say advertised!' And haven't Oi made myself hoarse wid say ing, 'advertised! advertised! adver tised!' Give me me letther, Oi say! That iver Bridget McShangnessy should ha' been thrilled wid by the loikes of yezl" The letter was forth coming ere she had done, and the Post master sank back in his chair with a sigh of relief, while Bridget left the office with a very red face and a perfect cataract of r's escaping from her mouth. Boston Transcript. At the Grindstone* A father never thinks his 10-year-old son is stronger than a horse until he employs him to turn the grindstone to sharpen an old ax that is about as sharp at one end as the other. The old man bears on until the lad's eyes hang ut and his trousers buckle flies off, and, just before he bursts a blood-vessel, his father encourages him with the re mark Doesit-turnhard Thou sands of boys have run away from home and become pirates in order to escape a second siege at the grindstone. ^m Sloker's Brass Band. Old Sloker got married last week, and he went to his wife a day or two ago and told her he was going to make her a present. "Is it a new silk dress?" she huskily inquired, while her eyes sparkled like the optics ot a half-famished bloodhound. "No, it ain't a dress!" carolled old Slower, with a smile. "Well, what is it? Tell me and put me out of misery.'' "I am going to buy you a brass band." "I don't want one." "O, yes you do," persisted Sloker "you know you do, and I am just going to get it for you." "Woo wants a lot of Dutchmen around the place?" sighed Mrs. S., tears begin ning to form in her pensive eyes. mm "There ain't no Dutchmen/' explained' Sloker, as he rolled on the floor, and al most destroyed himself with laughter. "There ain't no Dutchmen this band is a bracelet." Then Mrs. S. dried away her mental dew-drops and smiled as sweet as a sum mer rose kissed by dawn. FIGHT WITH A BEAR. A, Pennsylvania Hunter's Desperate Strag gle for Life. Two wood-choppers passing through the woods of the Pocono mountains, in Monroe county, Pa heard a faint "Hal lo off to their right. Looking in the direction of the call they saw a man sitting on the ground/with his back against a hemlock tree, about thirty feet .from where they were passing. They went to him and found it was John Daggers, a local hunter of some renown. His clothing was nearly all torn from his body, the flesh on his shoulders was torn and bleeding, ana his face was covered with dirt and blood. The scrub oaks were beaten down for fifty feet around. A short distance away from Daggers lay the car cass of an immense bear in a pool of blood. In a bunch of scrub oaks near by was Daggers' dog, as dead as the bear. It wa3 evident to the woodchop pers that the bear had made it extieme ly interesting for John Daggers before giving up the ghost. The hunter, it was found, was not suffering so much from his injuries as from exhaustion, and, after a drink or two of whisky from the bottle of one of the wood choppers and a half-hour's breathing spell, he was able to give an account of the contest, the severity of which was well attested by silent witnesses. Daggers had come on signs of the bear in a swamp, two miles away, at the foot of the ridge. The dog followed it through the swamp, and finally drove bruin up a big chestnut tree, where it sat near the top in the crotch of two big limbs. Daggers "drew bead" on him and fired. The bear tumbled from his perch and came crashing down through the branches, breaking his fall by frantic grasping of limbs, and howl ing with pain and rage, until he fell from the bottom branch heavily to the ground. The hunter's ball had not gone where it was intended, and Dag gers knew he must have a fight with the bear before he could call it his. His rifle was empty, and there was no time to load it, for the bear ad no sooner struck the ground than it was up on its haunches and assumed the offensive at once. The dog gamely sprung at the throat of the infuriated animal. The bear did not halt in its advance upon the hunter, but, with one hug of its great forepaw, squeezed the life trom the dog, and tossed it, limp and shapeless, in the scrub oaks, where the hunters found it. Daggers said the bones of the poor brute crunched like bark in a bark-mill when the bear gave it the death-squeeze. With its jaws wide open the bear rushed at Daggers. The hunter tried what hundreds of his class, similarly situated, had ineffectually tried before the stunning of the bear by a blow from his clubbed gun. The gun was splintered in a dozen pieces, and the bear was not even staggered by the blow. Daggers still retained the bar rel of the rifle in his hands. As the bear was about to seize him by the shoulders with his forepaws, he jammed the gunbarrel into its open mouth and drew his hunting-knife from his belt. The bear closed his ponderous jaws on the iron and wrenched it from the hand of the hunter, who at the same moment plunged his knife up to the hilt in the bear'sbreast. Blood spurted out from the wound, and Daggers knew that his knife had pierced a vital part. But the bear was de termined to die hard, and, before Daggers could use his weapon again, struck him a blow on the side of his head that felled him to the ground and for a moment stunned him. The hunter -was on his feet before the bear folio-wed up its advantage. Blood was flowing from his nose and from a deep gash that the bear's claw had inflicted on his face. Worst of all, Daggers had dropped is knife, and the bear pressed him so closely that he retreated backward with out picking it up, intending to elude the clutch of bruin and watch his chance to recover his weapon. Daggers be lieved, also, that the bear was so badly hurt it could not maintain the contest long. In backing away from the bear Daggers struck his foot against a root, rnd before he could regain his feet the bear jumped on top of him and set both his foreclaws in the hunter's shoulders. In falling Dag gers had grasped a scrub-oak branch in his hand, and a piece of it broke off, and he mechanically retained it. It was a few inches long, and not much larger than a lead-peneil,bnfc by rising it he was enabled to once more regain his feet. As the bear seized him by the shoulders and was about to tear his face with its teeth the hunter thrust the stick with all his might into one of the bear's eyes. With a frightful roar the animal rose from its prostrate enemy, and Daggers sprung to his feet. But, in spite of the partial blindness that followed the last wound, the bear lost none of its quickness, and before Dag gers could get beyond its reaoh seized him by the shoulders again and tried to get him within its deadly embrace. In the struggle for life that ensued the hunter only escaped by the tearing away of his hunting shirt, with which not a small part of the flesh in bis shoulders also left him. For ten min utes following it was one continuous hand-to-hand contest between the hunter and the bear for life. In the terrible fight they tumbled about among the scrub oaks, Daggers defend ing himself with a stout club he had picked up, until the brush was flattened down over an eighth of an acre, and both contestants were covered with blood. Daggers saw with the most in tense satisfaction that the bear was rapidly growing weaker from the loss of blood, but at the same time had grave apprehensions of his own tenacity. He felt himself growing weak and exhausted. The last he remembered was the picking up of a stone that weighed eight or ten pounds and lifting it with both hands above his head, hurling it at the bear which was staggering feebly toward him. When he recovered conscious ness he was lying at the foot of the tree, where the hunters found him. He tried to rise to his feet, but could not, but finally managed to come to a sitting posture, with his back resting against the tree. The bear lay dead, five feet away. The injuries Daggers had received were found to be nothing more serious than bad scratches and a few bruises. He was able to walk home after an hour or so. Egyptian Tales. The Egyptian genius delighted in the construction of stories. Some of the stories have come down through the Greeks, especially Herodotus, who gath ered them during his travels, and mixed them up in a confusion which is charm ing, while it is perplexing, with his his torical notes others survive in forms more or less imperfect and mutilated in he papyruses. Some of them give a sorry idea of the morals and moral tastes of the people but we may hope that in this respect they do them as great injustice as the stories of the French novelists do to he people whose life they shamelessly distort. Among those which have come down through the Greeks is the incident which is the probable foundation of the story of "Cinderella." It is related by Strabo, of Bhodopis, the "rosy-cheeked," who became Queen Nitocris, and had her name associated with one of the great pyramids. The wind carried away her sandal while she was bathing, and laid it at the feet of the King, who was sit ting in the open air. His attention was attracted by its delicate and symmetrical shape, and he sought her out and made her his Queen. The most perfectly preserved of the stories in papyrus is called "The Tale of the Two Brothers," and is full of incidents of a peculiar character. A tale called the "Doomed Prince" has attracted considerable at tention, but it is abruptly broken off by the mutilation of the only copy, and leaves no clew to the ending. Many other stories are in the same situation, but what remains shows great richness of fancy.National Repository. The "Esq." Brought the Money. A young man, whose money did not hold out as long as the State Fair, dropped into the telegraph office and sent a dispatch to his father in the in terior to forward him cash to reach home with. When the receiving clerk saw that the dispatch read "To John Blank, Esq.," he suggested that a sav ing could be effected by erasing the "Esq." "Well, mebbe you think so, but I don't," replied the sender. "When I am at home I can call him dad' all day long, but when it comes down to black and white you've got to Esquire' Lim right up to the nines or walk home by the dirt road. Don't you dare laave that offnot with the roads as muddy as they are now 1" In about an hour the following an swer was received: To John Blank, Esq., forwards yon $10, and you can have more, if you want it JOHN "BLANK, ESQ, "Didn't I tell ye?" chuckled the young man as he read it. "Dad's com mon enough when we're all home and rushed to get fall wheat in, but the minute his back gets rested and a stranger comes along he weighs more to the ton than any Esq.' on legs. I tell ye, you don't know a man till ye have hoed corn with himl"Council Bluffs Union. The Philosophy of Blowing Out a Candle. If we blow afire it burns more fiercely, bnt if we blow a candle it goes ont. These two facts taken together are a fa miliar illustration of the influence of temperature upon chemical affinity. In both cases, that of the fire and that of the candle, the burning is the combin ing of carbon and hydrogen with oxy gen. Now cold carbon or hydrogen may lie in contact with oxygen for any length of time without combining with either, but if the substances are made red-hot they instantly enter into chemical com bination. When a candle is burning, the heat generated by the combustion constantly raises new quantities of the material to the temperature at which combination with oxygen will take place, and thus the combustion is kept up. But if a current of air of a temperature far below the combustion point is thrown against the flame, the hot vapors are swept away, and others which are rising in their place are so cooled that combi nation with oxygen no longer continues in other words, the candle ceases to burn. On the other hand, when we blow a large fire, the mass of burning com bustion is so great that, instead of the carbon and hydrogen being cooled, the oxygen is heated, and the combination is made more active in other words, the fire burns more fiercely. Concerning Lizards* The common lizards of the West In dies are extremely fond of music. In a listening attitude, they will approach the open window of a room in which music is played, coming nearer and nearer, with heads elevated, intently listening. Infca somewhat rare book, .entitled "Barbados and Other Poems," by M. J. Chapman (London, 1835), this habit of the lizard is thus referred to: Gay strands are heara -within -the liRlitea. liaUs The listening leaves the melody enthralls The charmed zephyr pauses as he flies, And mingles vn.Hi his strains the softest sighs The wakened lizard leaves his bushy bed, Climbs to the lattice and erects his head. A lizard, so engaged, had its tail ac cidentally cut off by the sudden closing of the window on the sill of 'which it was stationed. This curtailed lizard, however, continued to visit the spot, charmed by the music. After a short time it was noticed that the lost appen dage was gradually replaced by two. This occurred at the house of a friend in Barbados. Mr. H. S. Moseley, in his charming work, Notes by a Nat uralist on the Challenger" (London, 1879), remarks: "It is curious how little T-iTTin1ra seem, to be frightened by a long wand, like a fishing-rod. I have seen Mr. Thwaites, in Ceylon, put a noose of palm fiber, fastened at the top of a rod of this kind, over the heads of numbers of lizards, and carry them off thus sniggled to put them into spirit for Dr. Gunther. The lizards sat quiet ly to receive the noose, though if we had moved a foot nearer to them they would have run off at once."T. Bland, in Science News. The tyieen and Longfellow. When Mr. Longfellow, says the Lon don Literary World, visited Queen Victoria, at Windsor Castle, the ser vants crowded on the stairway and in the lobbies to get a view of ham. On the Queen asking them the next day why this compliment was paid to the poet, she was told that they used to listen to Prince Albert reading Evangeline" to his children, and, knowing the-lines nearly by heart, they longed to see the man who wrote them. AT a funeral service in Slawson, Ct., the minister, in his remarks, was dwell ing upon the loss to the husband of the deceased, when that worthy spoke up: Never mind me. Just "throw your heft on the corpse." BLONDIN, now 55 years of age, gave performance at Vienna recently.