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VOL. 111.
Churn Slowly.
A litt’e maid in the morning sun
Stood merrily singing and churning—
“Oh! how I wish this butter was done,
Then off to the fields I’d be turning!”
So she hurried the dasher up and down,
Till the farmer called with half-made frown,
“Churn slowly!”
“Don't ply the churn so fast, my dear.
It is no good for the butter.
And will make your arms ache, too, I fear,
And put you all in a flutter —
For this is a rule wherever we turn,
Don’t be in a haste whenever you churn
Churn slowly!”
“If you want your butter both nice and
sweet.
Don’t turn with nervous jerking,
But ply the dasher slowly and neat—-
You hardly know that you're working;
And when the butter has come, you’ll say,
‘Yes, surely, this is the better way’—
“Churn slowly!”
Now all of you folks, do you think that you
A lesson can find in butter?
Don’t be in haste, whatever you do,
Or get yourself in a flutter:
And when you stand in Life’s great churn.
Let the farmer’s words to you return —
“Churn slowly!”
FRED’S WIFE.
BY W. ST. JENKINB.
“Wall, Mis’ Lee, how do you like
Fred’s wife? She ’pears to be real
clever.”
“Yes, Mis’ Green, she’s clever, but
she ain’t without her failin’s.”
“I suppose not. If there’s anything
on your mind you needn’t be afeared to
tell me, for you know I never repeat
anything.”
‘ I snow you hev allers been keerful
about such things. Wall, to speak
plain, she’s dredful extravagant.”
“My dear Mis’ Lee, you don’t say so!”
“Yes, I do, and it’s a fact. Now,
Mis* Green, this is a painful subject,
and I wouldn’t mention it to anybody
else. But Minna wants ribbons and
such things, and then, she don’t under
stand cookin’. I have seen enough to
know what I’m talkin’ about. I told
Fred before he married her that he
might do better, but he wouldn’t hear
to me. She can paint and sing, but
she ain’t fit for a farmer’s wife. Fred
is smart, if he is my son, but he’s got a
poor wife.”
“Wall, it’s a pity, but I really think I
must be goin’ now. Do come over soon,
dear Mis’ Lee.”
Meanwhile a far different scene was
being enacted in a low, dingy farmhouse
which was the home of Fred and Minna.
Fred was reclining on a hard lounge in
the long, narrow dining-room, suffering
with the headache. It was a pretty
sight to sec the tall, graceful girl bend
ing over her stalwart young husband,
bathing his throbbing temples. He had
been very proud of his lovely bride, and
half the young men in town had suffered
W’hen he won the prize.
At length Fred declared his head was
easier and told Minna she could see
about supper, but still she lingered by
his side. Finally she said in trembling
tones;
“Fred, there is something I want to
ask you.”
“Very well, Minna, go ahead; but I
hope it is nothing very drexdlul. You
look pretty serious.”
“P.ease don’t laugh, Fred; it is an
important matter to me.”
“Goon, love.”
“You don’t know how lonely I am
without my pipers and mag: zines.”
“Don’t you have enough to do to oc
cupy your time, Minna?’
“Yes, but Ido love to read, and—”
“ You can borrow the Weekly Won
der of father any time.”
“But I wan’t a few magazines. Can’t
I have them, Fred?”
“Minna, I am surprised. No won
der that mother thinks you are extrava
gant.”
“Docs she think so, Fred?”
“Yon know quite well that she does,
butT did not think you could be so
girlish. A married woman, twenty-one
years old, wants to pass her time read
ing love stories and fashion articles. I
hope you will banish such ridiculous
ideas.
SAVANNAH, GA., SATURDAY. FEBRUARY IS. ISBS.
Poor Minna ■went about her work
with a heavy heart. Her peerless Fred,
the man she had believed almost per
fect, had actually spoken harshly to her.
She thought of the past and of the
present, and was obliged to admit that
there was a great difference. Her girl
hood’s home was spacious and elegant,
with flowers, books and magazines, and
an organ. Fred was a thriving young
farmer, but during the hr.lf year of their
married life he had only provided the
bare necessaries. Minna made some sad
failures, as far as cooking was con
cerned.
One day Fred came in to find his pret
ty wife in tears.
“What is the matter, love?” he asked
tenderly.
“Oh, Fred, I don’t know what to do.
I can’t make any good bread.”
“You will learn, Minna.”
“I hope I shall,” she responded, bit
terly. But as the day passed she did
not seem to improve. The bread was
heavy, the pastry a complete failure, and
even the potatoes were not palatable.
The neighbors talked, the hired men
grumbled, and Fred laughingly declared
that they would soon be confirmed dys
peptics; but it was no laughing matter
to Minna. She often shed bitter tears
over her failures.
Minna still longed for her papers and
magazines, although she did not ask
for them again, and Fred decided that
she was quite sensible, after all.
But one pleasant afternoon she walked
to the postoflice and carried a myste
rious package; and afterthat her spirits
were very changeable. At times she
was very talkative and light-hearted,
then again she was very despondent;
but one hot, August day, when Fred
went to the house after a lunch, he
found her, to his surprise, almost wild
with joy.
“Oh, Fred! oh. Fred!” was all she
could say.
“Why, Minna, what is it?’’
And when she was a little calmer she
told him how she had written a story
and sent it to the magazine, and
it had been accepted.
“And they have paid you for it?” he
asked.
“Yes, Fred, twenty dollars and, best
of all, they want to hear from me again.
I’m not going to do any more cooking.”
Minna’s success was really wonderful,
and the old farmhouse was completely
transformed in a short time. Fred pur
chased a handsome organ, and they have
plenty of good reading. Two stout, red
cheeked girls, keep the household ma
chinery in motion.
Fred is justly proud of his wife, and,
strange to say, he really enjoys her
books and magazines.
Said Mrs. Green to Mrs. Lee, the
elder:
“You like Fred’s wife better than
you did, don’t you?'’
“Yes, Mis’ Green, Ido. I s’pose I
was a little hard at first, but I thought
he might hev done better. I called
her extravagant and wasteful and said a
good deal I ought not to hev said. But
1 tell you I hev changed my mind.”
“She don’t do any housework does
she?”
“No, and she don't need to. But,
she had a hard time for a while I know,
and when I went there I wouldn’t show
her a bit. I expect I didn’t do just
right. But she earns a good mmy dol
lars with her pen, and we are all proud
of her.”—[Yankee Blade.
How Paper Money is Printed.
The large apartment in the Bureau of
Engraving and Printing where the
presses are at work takes up nearly the
whole third floor. By each press ii a
plate-printer, with arms bared to the
should r and stained to the elbow’s with
ink. At the other side of the press is
the girl who helps him. The work of
the printer requires much physical exer
tion, and the figures constantly and rap
idly moving abo it around the presses
adds a fascinating animation to the
scene. The press of the ordinary pat
tern has a flit platform called the
“plank," that nasses to and fro under
the rollers. This platform is of b< vy
metal, and the motive power is ihe
brawn and muscle of the printer, who
sends the platform back and forth by
giving a turn to one of the four large
levers or “cross-handles” that radiate
like the spokes of a wheel on one side
of the press. When the platform
to which the plate is attached comes
back to the printer after an impression
is made the printer covers the plate
with ink by passing a roller over it It
is required that the ink shall fill only
the lines cut into the steel. So, with a
rapid movement with a swab of cloth
the printer wipes off the superfluous ink.
Then with his hands he goes rapidly
over the plate, rubbing the ink into the
lines, and, finally, with a trained and
delicate touch polishing the surface of
the plate. All this is done by skilled
men so quickly that the girl helper has
hardly time to take from the stack of
paper at her side a frosh sheet of paper
and adjust it on the roller ready for
another impression. Then the printer
gives a turn to one of the big spokes.
The platform passes under the roller,
which leaves the printed sheet on the
plate; the girl lifts the sheet off, rapidly
scrutinizes it and deftly’ places it on the
evenly stacked pile of sheets already
printed, and the platform returns auto
matically to its first position, and re
ceives new deluge of ink on its return.
This process is constantly repeated, and
all the time the press is keeping a watch
on the printer and keeping tally agains l
him. Attached to each press, locked up
in a case, is a register that makes an in
exorable record of every impression
taken. A clerk has the key that un
locks the case and reveals the secrets of
the register. The printer not only has
to account lor every sheet of paper he
receives, but for every impression taken
on his press. He might otherwise take
an impression on paper of his own. —
[Merchant Traveler.
Hereditary Tradesmen in Japan.
The boys seen in nearly all the places
of skilled labor in Japan, suggest what
is the fact, that apprentices begin to
learn their trades usually much earlier
than in our country, so that when ma
jority is attained the mastery of the
crafts is thorough. Another striking
feature of the Japanese system is that of
heredity. Skill runs in family lines.
Not a few of the famous artisans of the
present decade are descendants in the
ninth, tenth and even twentieth genera
tion, of the founder of the establish
ment. I once employed a carpenter in
Fukui, who was proud of his ancestry of
wood-workers through twenty-seven
generations; and the temple records
show such boasting to be true, though of
ten adoption interrupts the actual blood
line. At a paper maker's establishment
in Awolabi, in Echizen, I dined with
the proprietor, whose fathers first estab
lished the industry a millennium ago,
the national history showing also that
the Coreans, before the ninth century of
our era, visited the place.—[Scribner’s
Magazine.
Fortress Monroe.
Fortress Monroe is one of the cele
brated strongholds of the world. It is
the largest and strongest fortified pod in
America, and commanding, as it does,
the entrance to Chesapeake bay, is one
of the most important. The pomp and
circumstance of war is still observed
within its impregnable walls, and over
its gun range the you ig officers of the
army get their artillery practice. It is
one of the features of Old Point Com
fort—[Philadelphia Call.
Pigeons as Weather Reporters.
Mr. O Donnell, of the United States
signal service, is experimenting with
carrier pigeons for carrying weather re
ports between Key West, Florida, and
Nassau in the Bahamas. When the
birds are trained they are to be given to
sea captains to take to sea, and send
home again with weather reports. The
service is expected to be useful in the
West India inlands.—[Cass.li’s M sgazine
Au Irish man, who had on a very
ragged coat, was asked of what kin I of
stuff it was rnide. “Bidad, I don t
know,” says he. “I think the most of it
is made of fresh air.”
The Name of Astor.
The Astors always keep together.
When William moved into Lafayette
Mrs. Langdon took up her resi
dence in the sane vicinity, corner La
fayette place, and her house was the
scene of the Astor place riot. The As
tor library was established next door to
William’s house, and this made it a
family centre. When William’s two
sons, John Jacob and William, married,
they formed a new colony in Fifth ave
nue, taking up an entire square, and
their father followed them, occu
pying a house on an adjacent corner.
The family have thus kept together and
have lived peaceably. Indeed, it is one
of the few instances in which wealth
has not led to variance. The Astor
name is now given to the Astor house,
the Astor library. Astor place, and the
Astor block in Fifth avenue.
There, is also an Astor house at Wal
dorf on the Rhine, founded by John
Jacob, who left $450,000 for this pur
pose. It is occupied as a place for the
worthy poor and is a very useful insti
tution. Astoria, which is one of the
prettiest towns of Long Island, was for
merly John Jacob’s summer resort, and
thus deserves the name. He made his
will which is dated Hell Gate, July .4,
1835, twelve years before his death. He
added a number of important codicils,
one of which, made in 1839, provided
for the erection of the Astor library. He
gave the land, and also $400,000, to
which the family have added some very
handsome benefactions. Astoria on
the Pacific coast also derives its name
from old John Jacob, and is a proof of
his enterprise in establishing a trading
post so far from the limit of civilization
—[New York Letter.
The Exhilaration of Paris.
The sensation which Franco products
on the impressionable foreigner is first
of all that of mental exhilaration, says
Scribner’s Magazine. Paris,' especially,
is electric. Touch it at any point and
you receive an awakening shock. Live
in it and you lose all your lethargy.
Nothing stagnates. Everyone visibly
and acutely feels himself alive. The
universal vivacity is contagious. You
find yourself speaking, thinking, mov
ing faster, but without fatigue an I
without futility. The moral air is tonic,
respiration is effortless and energy is
-unconscious of exertion. Nowhere is
thhre so much activity; nowhere so lit
tle chaos. Nowhere does actiftn follow
thought so swiltly, and nowhere i
there so much thinking done. Some
puissant force, universal in its operation,
has manifestly s 6 exalted the spirit of
an entire nation, here centred an 1 so
cussed, as to produce on every band
that phenomenon which Schiller admit
ably characterizes in declaring that
“the last perfection of our qualities i»
when their activity, without c< using to
be sure and earnest, becomes sport.”
The very monuments of the past arc as
steeped i.i its influences us the boule
vard Babel of the present.
Almost, But Not Quite.
“Where have yon been lor the past
two weeks?’’ said one traveling rnati to
another, “out on the road?”
“No, I took i run to New Orleans t >
see a young lady down there.”
“Di 1 you have a plea ant time?"
“No, not as pleasant as I expected,
Iler lather doesn’t hold me in the hio-h
esteem with which I could honor him."
“Then you were not wined and dined
and feted?"
“No, I wasn’t exactly footed, but I
was booted on several occasions.’’-
“Bug Soup."
A couple of Indians who were en
deavoring to assume the characteristic
of civilization, were dined by a Boston
philanthropist not long since. One of
the courses was oyster soup, and it wa
their first experience with that de
lectable I.ivalve. They did not know
its name, and speaking in their native
language, indulged in a laugh. The
host ii;qi|ircl the cause of their merri
ment. “Oh, wo like your bug sou]
very much,” was the reply.—[Boston
Journal.
4 $1.25 Per Annum; 76 cents for Six Months;
J 60 cents Three Months; Single Copies
6 cents'-In Advance.
Counterfeiting Gems.
The closest imitations of d iamoud
and other precious stones can be mads
out of a mixture of violin glass and
borax. A London lapidary once testi
fied in court that he made all his imita
tions out of real stones, by taking pale,
cheap stones, splitting them, introduc
ing a deeper tone of color, and joining
them again, whereby the salabU value
of the stones was considerably increased.
Diamonds are often split, and each half
of the gem is made to do duty on a paste
foundation on which it has been care
fully mounted. The operator then has
two gems, at two prices. Ono Zocolind
was accustomed to procure a very thin
flake of an inferior example of the stone
he wished to “improve,’’ choosing those
which had little color. As a bottom for
his “make up” he took a bit of crystal
which he had shaped for his purpose;
covering this with a transparent glue
properly colored, ho fixed on the flake,
and then concealed the joining so wall
in the setting that customers could
be deceived into believing that
they had very fine stones. Varie
ties of the topaz and other stones are
often cut and polished and palmed off
as diamonds; but this material is costly.
A composition for rubies is made of 500
parts of strass—a specially manufactured
glass—twenty parts of glass of anti
mony, and a half part each of purple of
cassius and gold. Mock pearls are
sometimes very deceptive in appearance,
but they can usually bo detected by
comparison with the real gem, by their
brittleness, or by th<) clumsy and blunt
edged appearance of the drill holes,
which are usually perfect in the real
pearls. The scales of a small fish known
as the bleak have been used in the for
mation of false pearls; but as it requires
some 18,000 of these fish to provide
one-pound weight of the pearl-making
material the manufacture is not to be
come extensive. —[Popular Science
Monthly.
The Mighty Pen.
The annoyance which a creaking
hinge can give is sometimes enough to
upset the comfort of a whole household,
with its grinding, squeaking iteration,
not only rasping the nerves, but betray,
ing every movement. It is something
whose remedy is neglected, too, till ths
nuisance can be endured no longer, and
then the sweet-oil is poured out, and a
feathcris hutted up, and a grease spot is
probably made on the skirts by soma
overflow, andon the carpets afterward by
drip from the deposit in the hinge, and
hands have to be washed after the deed
is done, and more or less fuss generally
is made by the feather and its oil. The
whole trouble can be obviated by th©
use of a black lead pencil of the softest
number, the point rubbed into all the
crevices of the hinge, reducing it to
silent smooth ies", as if by word of com
mand. —| Harper’s Bazar. *
Foods of Foreigners,
The Germ ins, in their homes and
restaurants, boast of having hams, sau
sages, hares an 1 many other articles of
food imported with their wines from
the Fatherland; the Italians, even in
Ben I, < xhibit variouc gastronomic
treasures Hom Italy, anti the variety of
canned loo.is the French always import
is now supplemented by regular weekly
consignments of what they call escar
gots,” which is to say ©nails. But the
height of this love fortghu foods of the
fatherland-. is reached by the Chinese.
If you enter ois of their shops in Mott
street, you will sec barrel! of dried
fowls, dried fishes, dried beans, yams
and fruits, dried eels - in fact, the sup
ply would equip the larder of a rich
man s house. Y<t marly all these arti-
can be obtained here fresh for leu
money.---[New York Sun.
Die Beauties of Astronomy.
Astronomy is a beautiful science. A
scientist tells u; that it would take a
railroad train, traveling day and night at
the late of City miles an hour, 42,000,-
000 year- to teach the star Alpha Cea
tuuri. The ditli ulty of building ©rail
road to this star will, it is feared,
prevent a practical test of the experi
ment —[Norristown Herald.
NO. 18.

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