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Said Mr. Greeley: "I won't
you a rr—t»nfc There don't
enough go there now."
fit
••to"*
shs had
y^|W|i. stricture
fosslbl» when its
nbfebe altogether
Mfravtaer,. uyi the Londoi.
5,two ladiw staying in India
|p» bollock tonga to see the
frott a neighboring hill. The
prospect afthe thick jungle,stretching
)»waj forhundreds of miles, natural
snjjgested the idea of game, and
out of them said:
"How should like to see a real,
live tiger just once in his native
glen."
The sun was beginning to sink as
they started to drive homeward by
ati unfrequented track cleared
tbroush the jungle. Soon thev came
to an open space, and there, "AU at
once," writes one of them, "on look
ing «p, I saw what I first thought to
be^the stump ct a felled tree about
thirty yards off theroadway. As we
drew a little nearer I saw it was mov
ing.
'Look!' I said to my friend. 'It's
a panther!'
'•Fortunately, the bullocks did not
scent him, or they would have bolted
and probably upset the tonga, leav
ing us at the tender mercy of the
beast. As we were passing him he
left the tree under which he had been
standing, and came toward us in a
crouching manner, as if making ready
for a spring. We then saw it was a
tiger, and a very fine one.
To say we were frightened would
not be wide of the mark, especially
as he moved parallel with us for
about twenty yards, keeping his eye
upon us the whole time, ana looking
as if determined to have at least one
of us for a meal. The driver whipped
up his bullocks, we shouted, and one
of us opened and shut a white um
brella. This apparently frightened
the tiger, who disappeared into the
bus'i."
A Great Bridge.
New York seems to bo in earnest
about making the World's Fair of
1892 something worthy of American
/-fame. The idea of erecting a tower
to eclipse that of M. Eiffel does not
appear to find very great favor. In
its place afar more practical scheme
is advocated by the American press.
A Philadelphia contemporary ad
vises the New Yorkers to put a can
tilever bridge across the Hudson
from the Heights to Morningside
park. Any engineer can set a truss
upon end as 51. Eiffel has done. It
takes a genius to put that sticking
out sideways over space. The Eiffel
tower would not make a railing to
-tjle Forth bridge, which is equal to
six Eiffel towers strung out sidewise,
and while the Eiffel tower only bears
its own weight, the Forth bridge
J&aaift"carry a pile of 300 locomo
tives. If New York really wants to
to add to the wonders of the world
she should match the Forth bridge
with a mightier rival.v The Eiffel
tower is mere gingerbread and spun
glass by the side of such abridge as
would span the space from the exhi
bition site to the New Jersey heights.
The two 700 foot cantilevers and the
350 feet of the central span in the
Forth bridge would have to be beat
en, even with a central pier but once
done all New York valuations would
feel the impulse for a century of a
bridge that blotted out the Hudson
for railways and left it untouched for
steamships.
AjRtory About Horace Greeley,
^fo interrupt Horace Greeley when
he was in tha throes of bringing forth
an editorial—an editorial which has
never been equaled in the journalism
of America—an editorial which was a
slogan for his party, at hunderbolt
for his foes—was a danger which no
friend, no enemy, none but a fool,
dared to encounter. I was once in
his editorial sanctum when the fool
was there, said Cliauncey Depew in a
speech to the Buffalo Press club. To
relive your apprehensions, I was not
therool. But he was one of those
itinerant and persistent gentlemen
with: a subscription book. He kept
presenting it while old Horace was
writing—as most of you remember,
with his pen away up to his chin like
this (illustrating)—and Horace had
a habit, when anyone would interfere,
of kicking, and so he kicked at the
subscription fiend. Finally, when he
saw he could not get rid of the intrud
er by this means he stopped in the
middle of a sentence, turned round
and said raspinglj in that shrill
voice of his
"What do you want? State it
quick, and-state it in the fewest possi
ble words."
"Wall," said the subscription fiend.
"I want a subscription, Mr. Greeley,
to prevent thousands of my fellow
human beings from going to hell."
give
half
fet-A" Motion tpVSquash."
'Col. M-r-,common wealth's attor
for——county, had unbounded
inflnence over the presiding justice of
this old sys
.jjoung lawyer, had
^tainedu=J* defend
prisoner,
a
Mdihcoyeriiigwhst he conceived to
:be alatal defect in the indictment,
•Qbmitted ar motion to squash., He
oc^igg,to sustain bis point
:.he^onld whspi.the presiding
61d ^l^ietued him-
ehatfiHia
ind robbing
at."
feet in a mo-
Jfjfth much si#-
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Mil iiiiiihwi in niiiali"
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(Yff. Thomas
Ochiltree's long-established repa
tatto&AS th» clwnplon causeur of
the Hoffman as just come to
signal grief. It: was a plain, unvar
nished Western man, a cattle dealer
from the plains, who came to town
with a "wad," a beard and a gift of
gab which evolved from his checkered
experiences one continuous round of
anecdotic pleasure for his friends and
isteners. "Here was tne man to talk
Ochiltree down," and accordingly,
with malice aforethought the two
were steered up against each other.
The conversation fell to cham
pagne, which "Eddy" Somborne said
was a tonic. "Tonic," said the West
ern man, "you ought to drink a tonic
I've been interested in. It brings out
hair on the bald head and drives in
corns on the bunioned loot it cures
dandruff and eradicates blackheads,
and jolts the liver like a half-arm jolt
of Sullivan's. An armless and legless
war veteran I know of in St. Louis
bought six bottles of my tonic, and
in a month a strapping new arm
and leg grow out on him." Col. Ochil
tree sized up his adversary with a
quiet cock of the eye, and calmly said
that there was a tonic in use in
his part of Texas which beggared
description. It is the juice of a tree,
and three doses of it completely ren
ovate the most broken-down consti
tution.
"A friend of mine," said Col. Ochil
tree, "had through riotous living lost
his liver, shriveled up his kidneys,
and so impaired his other internal
organs that his lights, gentlemen,
might just as well have been out for
all the good they did him. But mark
the consequences of three bottles of
this Texas tonic. In a short time
my friend's liver was three times as
large as it had ever been in his sound
est moments, and his internal econo
my was handsomely fitted out with
a complete set of electric lights!"
The Western man sighed softlv and
said the drinks were on him.—N. W.
World.
The Brass Mule Cure.
A traveler, recently returned from
Pekin, tells us that he saw a method
of cure which may be new to some of
our readers. In a temple outside one
of the city gates is to be found a
brass mule ol life size, supposed to
have wonderful healing properties.
Patients suffering from every inuig
inable disease seek this temple to ob
tain a cure. The method pursued is
as follows: Supposing you suffer
from sciatica, you go with all speed
to this famous temple, and, having
discovered the particular part of the
brass mule corresponding to the
painful regoin of your own body, you
must rub the animal a certain num
ber of times and then with the same
hand shampoo your own disabled
member, and then—well, then the
pain goes.
The special feature of this method
of cure is its delightful simplicity. Is
your tooth aching? Just scrub the
mule's teeth and afterwards your
own, and voila! the cure is complete.
Have you an ulcer of the cornea?
Pass the tips of your fingers to and
iro over the particular eyeball of the
mule, and then with well regulated
pressure rub repeatedly the afiiicted
eye. The mule has unhappily lost
his sight during the many years he
has been engaged in his benevolent
work, the eyeballs, we are told, hav
ing been gradually worn away, as
the result of constant friction, until
now you have only the empty orbits
to operate upon.
The animal is patched in all direc
tions with fresh pieces o( brass put
on to cover holes produced by the
constant friction of eager patients,
and a new, perfectly whole mule
stands ready at hand awaiting the
d.iy when his old colleague, having
fallen to pieces in the service, shall
give him an opportunity of likewise
benefiting posterity.—North China
Mcdical Journal.
A Robber.
The hour was late. A man stood
at tall desk, looking over an enor
mous book. A rough looking fel
low stepped into the room, and,
drawing a jjistol, said:
"Keep quiet."
"I am quiet," the man answered,
without showing the faintest signs
of emotion.
"All right remain that way. Iam
a robber."
"So am I," the man answered.
"What, you a robber?"
"Yes I have been appointed re
ceiver for this company."
"O is that a fact? In that case, I
must leave you. I never beat a man
out of his job."—Arkansaw Traveler.
The Princess' Pup.
One of the pet dogs of the princess
of Wales strayed away the other day
from the Hotel Bristol. It took re
fuge in a shop, where it was recog
nized by the inscription on its collar
"Jommy belongs to the princess of
Wales." This reminds one of the
story of the umbrella which, although
it often, mysteriously dissapeared, al
ways came back, for had not the in
telligent owner had engraved on his
property "This umbrella was stolen
from Mr. ." And still more ofthe
old rhyme:
"I am his highness' dog at. Kew.
Pray tell me, air, whose dog are .vou?"
—Pall Mall Gazette.
A Poet's Princely Revenue.
The late Martin F. Tupper was rid
iculed a good deal during his lifetime,
but his poetry was pure and. his life
was cleanly, and now that he is dead
even his critics have some kindly
wordsfor him and his work. It is un
derstood that Tupper never recieved
but $400 from America, but it is es
timated that if he had had a.'copy
right he would have got fully half'a
million. For many years he enjoyed
a princely revenue from his English
publishers, coasiderablv in excess of
the profits accruing to Tennyson, the
Brownings and Longfellow pot to-
getber.—Frank
1
Newspaper.
Oneot the bdt sndall
dws for torpid liver or bUlouuiessls a
((lass of hot water with the,Jules*'of
half a lemon squeezed in it. but no
sugar, night and morning. A person
to whom this was recommended tried
it and found himself better almost
immediately. His daily headaches,
which medicine had failed tp cure left
him his appetite improved, and he
gained several pound* within a few
weeks. This is so simple a remedy
that any person thus afflicted will do
well to {rive it a trial, as it cannot
possibly do any barm.
A new suggestion is that photo
graphy may become a useful ag?nt in
medicine diagnosis, disclosing' symp*
tons of disease before they are other*
wise perceptible. In a recent negative
of a child the'face was shown as thick
ly covered with an eruption, no trace of
which could be seen on the child itself
until three days alterward, when its
skin became covered with spots due
to prickly heat. In another recorded
case, invisible spots were brought out
on a photograph taken a fortnight
before an attack of smallpox.
The temperature of the whole house
should stand at about 68 deg. Fah
renheit through the day and evening.
When it gets much warmer than this
in the sitting room, somebody is get
ting ready to take cold. Uniform
heat through halls, entries and living
rooms is better than closed door to
make a warm room, leaving ths en
tries chilly. It is a good plan to be
accustomed to sit, work- and live
through the day and evening in fresh
ly-aired rooms— not necessarily in
draughts, but by having a window
raised for a tew minuteB every two
hours at least to chance the furnace
air of the room. Having a wet towel
over the register to insure moist air.
You can move about or leave the
room for the brief interval of window
opening and time will not be lost
from the closest or most "driving"
work, because you will come back to
work in a refreshed and stimulating
atmosphere.
wi a
Don't Fear the Grim Specter.
It may simply be a reflection on
the life of the present day, or it may
be a sign of the development of phil
osophy, that people are gradually
coming to take a clieerfull view of
death—look upon it as a kind of an ex
cursion «r moving to anew town or
something like that. If it goes on we
will go to the grave with a merry jig
and be bnried to a Stauss waltz. We
have all known men who have waited
for death so long that they have been
able to joke about it. Put a story
from Santa Cruz rather goes beyond
anything we have yet heard in that
Jine. There was a fellow down there
who had been sick of a fatal disease.
He and all his friends knew he must
die, and it was only a question of
time. It might happen any moment.
Thev decided that they should not be
taken unawares, and so they had, I
think, at the suggestion ofthe inva
lid himself, a dirge composed and
words written to be sung over his
grave. This they rehearsed carefully,
and the invalid attended and gave
some suggestions as to how it should
be sung. Determined that he should
have the benefit of his friends and the
pleasure of their society, they got up
a picnic for hiin and they had agreat
time. They sang all the merriest
songs, all the usual choruses, "Ifaz-
zel Dazzel" and all the rest, till they
ran out of music. Then when it came
time to go home, they got into their
wagon and sang the dirge all the way
back to town. He is alive, I believe,
yet, and it is hinted that the pleasur
able excitement attendant on the
composition and rehearsal of that
drige has done him more good than
all the doctor's medicine.—From the
San Francisco Chronicle.
Professional Artists a Terror.
Art stores and the dealers in ar
tists' supplies are not supported to
any degree by professional talent, as
in fact no dealer cares to cater to
that class o! trade. Professional ar
tists area terror to business men, for
they seem to have no ideas of ways
and means oi transacting business,
and think it is all the same whether
they pay in a day or a year. Then the
successful men want you to toady to
them and submit to insolent reflec
tions on the contrasted' ideas of all
engaged in trade. They will force
their pictures whether they are good,
bad or indifferent, and when the deal
er remonstrates they turn a scornful
nose and caustically comment on the
terrible lack of art culture among the
uneducated.
There arc men in the art supply
business who have informed me that
their most sincere wish was that a
real professional would never cross
the threshold of their stores. The ar
tists who have had sense enough to
forego the ambition to become famous
and turned their pencil and brushes
into commercial work ha.ve found a
reward commensurate with the
frjilc&Wad
coBt
of early training. There are a dozen
commercial artists in St. Louis who
to-day claim incomes ranging from
$3,000 to $6,000, that lift them from
the penury and uncertainty of a Bo«
hetman whose life is devoted to catch
ing the jpublio fancy* The public' is
too whimsical, and although you may
captivate it for a while, fashion will
lead the crowds away from yester
terday's favorite.—Charles £. Ault in
Globe Democrat.
Little Weaknesses of English
Women.
From the London Glob*.
When lovely woman stoops to the
folly of betting upon horse races,
pawns her husband's clothes In order
to obtain money for this purpose and
neglects her home, tbe presumption is
that domestic differences will ensue.
This at least has been the experience
of Esther Thompson, who charged her
husband withaasaulting her. The de
fendant admitted the assault, but
pleaded that he was exasperated be
cause he could not keep his wife from
betting. He said he had a pocketful
of pawnbroker's duplicates, and after
he had warned her she pledged his
trousers for 9 pence (18 cents.) The
The prosecutrix admitted that sbe
did a little betting" and' that sbe lost
7 shillings($1.75) on the City and Su
burban. The magistrate told her that
she ought to be ashamed of herself
and, believing that the husband bad
suffered great provocation, let him oil
with afijaaof SshUUnfll (75 onto).
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of the
labo-
ratoiy, the lavtnraienta off precision
that will handle a inillicnith part ol
an inchas readily as a laborer his
pick and shovel with all the evo
lution going on through generations
of scientists, and the almost incessant
Wresting of secrets from the bosom of
nature we doubt if science is any
closer to the isolation or attenuation
of the microbe of the magnet. It is
absurd to suppose that a primary en
ergy is impressed upon a piece of
hardened steel once for all. The
transfer of that energy into the act
ual work wonld destroy the magnetic
power, yet sucli adestuctionnotonly
does not take place, but the very ex
ercise of the power strengthens the
magnet. A horseshoe of steel may
be magnetised in ten seconds by the
current of a few amperes from a bat
tery, a ridiculously small amount of
energy all told, and such magnetcan
lift niiany pounds of iron in contact.
But without contact it may lift and
hold up a"pound of iron easily. It
will hold that pound for an eternity,
and every second of that time with
out end the magnet is expending en
ergy until its foots up an almost in
conceivable total of actual power.
Not alone that, but the magnet ot
one-pound lifting power to-day may
and will be stronger to-morrow.
Where does all of this really tremen
dous amount ot energy come from?
By what inscrutable process does
the mere magnetization of a bar of
steel make of it a machine for the
transportation of energy? Not a reac
tionary or storage device which, like
a steel spring, honestly gives back
approximately all it has received.
There is a hidden process going on
all tho time it is doing work—energy
in some form. Where does it all
come from—gravity? atmosphere?
kolar rays? earth currents? Who
tan say? It is a great problem,
worthy of a life of indefatigable re
search. It is a microbe, and it will be
discovered, the discovery will make
electricity the queen of nature's
forces, and strain will become a dim
vision of the dark ages of the past.
The Struggle for Employment.
It is curious how the most danger
ous trades are overrun by applicants
for work. The electric-liglit compan
ies never find difficulty in securing
all tho linemen that they want, in
spite of the fact that the dangers of
their business have been so thor.
oughly exploited by the newspapers
and by recent events. Workmen -in
the wall-paper factories freqently
joke over the traditions of their trade
that a man's life is usually shortened
at least ten years by his work. Tho
sa metliing is true ofthe men who han
dle leather papers and whose lungs
become coated with the dust arising
from them. In certain factories the
air is laden with tiny brass filings,
which also hasten the approach of
death. But probably the most pe
culiar advertisement ever printed in
a newspaper appeared in a Conneti
cut paper recently. It was signed by
a firm of tower-builders. It called
for a man to work on scaffolding, and
wound up in this manner:
"Applicants must be young and
strong and courageous. We warn
all seekers for this job that it is of a
most dangerous nature and that few
men continue in it more than a few
years. In fact, it is almost sure death
to the workman who follows this oc
cupation."
The fact that the advertisement
was withdrawn in a few days would
indicate either that applicants were
not frightened away by its predic
tion or that they were.—New York
Sun.
The Little Maid With the Bro
ken Arm.
A small girl fell and broke her arm
two or three weeks ago. The fracture
was reduced and all went well, the
little mite proving herself a heroine
under the pain. And what pain a
broken arm can give!
But the tiresome part of the busi
ness, the growing together ofthe
fractured parts, has tried her pa
tience sorely. The other day the
family doctor explained to the little
patient that the pain she suffered
came from the knitting of the bone.
"Knitting is it?" the child echoed
"well, I wish it would stop, for I can
feel tne needles sticking into me."—
Pittsburg Dispatch.
Fearing a mob violence at Merrill, Wis,
Handler was handcuffed and shackled,
placed in a sleigh and accompanied by Chief
of Police Downey and another officer, taken
np river, thirteen miles, to the month of the
New Wood, where they stayed over night.
Next morning he was brought back and
taken before Justice F. E. Mathews. He
waived examination, pleaded guilty and
Wished to be taken before Judge Webb to re
ceive sentence and to be taken to Waupun.
He expresses no regret at killing Sarvis,
being glad that he did, but was sorry that
he shot the officers. Bt has been vicious
since childhood.
The monthly public debt statement issued
from the treasury department Jan. 2 shows
a decrease of the debt amountingto$3,12ti,
099 during December, and for the first hall
of the enrrene fiscal year' #23,098,710. The
total debt, less cash in the treasury Jan. 1.
1889. was •1,184,062.258, and on Jan. 1
1890, it was 91,052,962, 911 showing a re
duction during the calander year just closed
of 181,109,847.
*A Clerk's Luck.
ftamnel Baker, a clerk in one of our princi
pal jeweliy stores, who lives at 1,9841a Bush
street, is fn luck. At the lastdrawing of The
Louisiana State Lottery Company he found
himself suddenly possessed ofthe snug sum
of $15,000, he having purchased a coupon of
ticket So. 98, which drew the capital prize.
As soon as his good fortune became known
Mr. Baker's friends came about him to offer
their congratulations. One of the number
was reporter of The Call to whom Mr. Baker
said:
"For years past I have been'in the habit of
buying four or five coupons each month.
This time I bought four amosig which was
No. 98. I was much surprised when I saw
that I had won a slice of the capital prize."
"What do yon intend to do with the money?"
asked the reporter.
"1 shall let it rest for the present," an
swered l(r. Baker, "ontil I aee some good op
riortunity for investing it advantageously
«*d secsrely. It can draw interest until 1
have a dunes to dispose ot the capital in
MM enterprise tbat win prove both safe
and profitable.—San Franaiseo (Csl,) Call,
Rinatar 80,
Renben tjclpp and his wife were
quiet, elderly folk, who did not go
often from home, but remained in the
old cottage from one year's end to
another, with their two girls Sally
and Rose, and Aunt Agatha, as Mrs.
Tripp's blind sister was called. The
neighbors (none of whom lived with
in a mile of Glen Cottage) reported
that old Reuben was a rich man, and
also that he was queer but we may
inform our readers in confidence that
Reuben was not rich, though, being a
a thrifty man, he had saved a little
money against a rainy a day and he
was not queer, except in this, that
from a foolish prejudice against
banks he kept all his savings in his
house, tied up in a cloth bag, and hid
away in a great oaken cupboard
which had belonged to his grand
mother. As these savings amounted
to about $200, boys and giris may
easily calculate for themselves how
much money he lost every year by re
ceiving no interest for it but Reuben
did not seem to understand this,
which we must admit, was rather
queer.
On one occasion, Reuben, though
no traveller, did go from home, ac
companied by his wife, and as they
did not expect to return for two days,
many injunctions were given to the
two girls, they were to be very care
Ail of fire, to see the animals fed, to be
attentive to poor Aunt Agatha, and,
above all, to lock up the house at an
early hour in the evening.
"I am glad, my dears," said their
mother, "that I am leaving a good
servant with you. Grace sfeems to be
so steady, though we have not had
her long if that silly Kitty had been
still with us, I don't think I could
have left home, but Grace is a perfect
treasure.
Now, neither Sally nor Rose liked
Grace, but being kindly girls they did
not say so, fearing to distress their
mother.
"And after all, you know, Sally,"
said wise little Rose, "it is only a pre
judice on our part we do not know
anything against Grace, and no one
should allow themselves to be ruled by
prejudice."
"Very true," responded Sally, with
a little hesitation "nevertheless, my
dear Rose, I do not like the woman,
though, of course, I would not say
so to dear mother."
And so the old people drove away,
and in due time Sally and Rose went
upstairs to bed but it must be con
fessed that they were not quite so
lively as usual, and indeed were both
of them a little pale and nervous
looking, the reason of which we must
now relate. Grace had behaved
rather strangely during the after
noon she had gone out without
leave and could not be found when
wanted. Sally had rung the bell for
coals in the course of the evening,
but, finding the bell unanswered, had
gone downstairs, lamp in hand, to
examine into matters. The hall
door was open, Grace was nowhere,
while as the half-frightened girl looked
along the passage leading to the
kitchen, she was almost certain that
she saw a dark, shadowy figure glide
into the pantry, the door of which
stood half way open. In her terror
Sally could not venture to open the
door fully and ascertain if anyone
really was there, and as Grace came
in at that moment with many apolo
gies for being out of the way when
wanted, her young mistress, quietly
desiring her to lock up the house
stood waiting for the key ofthe hall
door, and then went upstairs with
it in her hand.
"But, oh, dear Rose!" she said,
"what good was it locking the door,
when someone, I feel certain, is al
ready in the house, and that dreadful
woman is an accomplice?"
Here the two poor girls in their
terror gave way to a few pardonable
tears they were young, only eighteen
and sixteen, their aunt was" helpless,
and they were quite unprotected.
But after awhile they dried their
eyes, and tried to think what they
had best do. Little Rose lifted the
lamp and placed it in the window, so
that the light shone fully out on the
high road to Farn Castle, which ex
tended along by the river-side at the
back of the house.
"If any one should be passing," she
said, "they will be attracted by the
light, and may possibly call in to see
if anything unuSual is going on do
you think this is agoodidea, Sally?"
But before Safly could reply, the
harsh voice of Grace was heard at
the door, asking why the young
ladies had the lamp in the window
did they, want anything?"
"Nothing," replied Sally, with de
cision.
"Only I have some writing to do,
and so I intend to sit up for several
hours yet."
Upon hearing this the woman went
away muttering, and the two young
sisters were again left alone.
Now we must explain that Aunt
Agatha slept in a room entering
from the chamber occupied by the
two girls, she waa therefore quitesafe
as long aa the apartments of the
young ladies was not invaded by any
one. But the oaken cupboard! alas,
it waa in their parent's room, quite
at the other ena of a long passage,
and, of course, if a thief was really in
the house this oaken cupboard was
certain to be the object aimed at.
Sally rose from her chair, and after
whispering a word to her sister she
slipped noiselessly along the carpeted
floor of the passace.* and with a
beating heart, softly abstracted
the key ofthe door, and brought it
back in her hand.
"Now, Rose," she whispered, "I
mean to watch, and not allow father
to be robbed if I can help it. After a
while, if the lamp brings no one to
the rescue, we must put it out, lest
Grace should suspect that we know
what she is about then, when we
hear them coining upstaira (here
poor little Rose shuddered), I shall
follow softfobehind in: the dark, and
if I find ayipanoe to do so I shall
lock thedHp Yes, Rosis I feel able
to do it, oHMb least to try it, but
my dear, mfety fail. may be dis-
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bewilder thethief (evil-doerir are __
ways cowardly),^aid he' inay Tun.
tttnk of no better
plan than tbis, and I do believe I
shall succeed in locking them in."
Well, it waa a brave thing for two
girls to attempt but Sally was brave,
and HtfJe Rose trusted^ her fully.
Everything happened aa they expect
ed. Shortly after the lamp was put
out and their bedroom^door locked
according to their usual custom, a
stealthy step was heard on the stair,
and some one breathing heavily out
side their door evidently Grace
been sent up to eee if th0 were
ey
asleep. Hearing no sound, the
treacherous woman crept down-stairs
again, and all was silent for five
minutes or so. Then a creaking
sound gave notice to the two watch
ers that a heavier step was now as
cending, and their hearts beat with
terror still they remained quietly on
the watch, until the sound of picking
a lock gave notice to Sally that .it
must be "now ornever." According
ly, after one silent kiss to Rose, the
brave girl stepped outside, her figure
shrouded in a black mantle. She
could dimly see the two thieves at
the far end of the room, the man
kneeling in front of the cupboard
while Grace held a dark lantern
Swiftly but noiselessly the girl
glided along, until having reached
the door, she softly drew it close,
and in one moment had turnded the
key. It is needless to dwell upon the
scene that followed, the shouts and
execrations from the prisoners witidn,
the terrified crieB of Aunt Agafna,
the sobbing of little Rose, who feared
every moment that the enemy would
burst the door and revenge himself
upon them.
"Don't be afraid," cried Sally,
hurriedly, "but run, Rose, down to
the village—you can do it in a quar
ter of an hour—and ask John Edgar
to come the door is a strong one, I
defy either of them to escape unless
they try the windows."
But what will a villain not do in
order to escape, the punishment of
his evil deeds! Tho thief, after bat
tering at the door in vain, did try
the window, but unfortunately for
himself he fell plump into the out
stretched arms of John Edgar and
the village constable. After this
eventful night we need scarcely say
that Reuben Tripp removed all his
savings to the County Bank, nnd
saw it handed over to safe custody.—
Chatterbox.
When They Want Pennies.
"Will you kindly give me some pen
nies in change?" asked a gentleman
rider on a street car last night.
"How many?" asked tlieconductor.
"Oh, about ten," was the reply.
The transaction was made satis,
factorily, and tlie gentleman stowed
the ten pennies carefully down in the
corner of his vest pocket.
"Is not the demand for pennies
rather unusual?" was asked of the'
conductor when he had taken bis
place on the rear balcony of the car.
'No. On Saturdays we often havei
requests for pennies, but on other
days of the week people don't want
them, and often absolutely refuse to
receive 5 cents' worth of coppers.
You see men with families find it
profitable to be prepared with pen-'
nies to give the children for Sunday
school and to drop on the plate.'
Ten cents' worth of pennies will go a
long way but if a man has much of a'
churcli-going family it will cost him
quite a sum if he is compelled to give
them all 5 or 10-cent pieces because
he has nothing smaller.
"All the pennies I despense on Sat
urday come back to me on Sunday
morning. There are twenty-eight
churches along my line, and I catch
all the ministers going down to the
weekly meetings, and they all pay
their fares in pennies."—Philadelphia
Record.
Couldn't Fool Him.
Cautious investor—"How do you
get at this here natural gas, any
how?"
Officer of company—"We bore a
hole in the ground till we strike what
is called a pocket of gas. Then we
run it through pipes to the houses of
consumers."
"But mightn't somebody else bore
down and strike the same pocket?"
"Not in our vicinity. We own -all
the land for miles."
"Got a good title?"
"Been examined by the best law
yers in the county and pronounced
perfect."
"Any lawyers in your company?"
I think we have not less than six
and some of them own large amounts
of stock."
(Buttoning up his coat.) "Six
lawyers and only one pocket! I've
got no money to put in it, b' gosh!"
Who Furnished the Money?
In referring to a recent statement
that Gen. Zach. Taylor won the bat
tle of Buena Vidta by money and not
by fighting, James Rabb, a well
known banker of Vincennea, Ind.,
says: "President Polk gave Gen. Tay
lor $4,000,000 of secret service mon
ey and told him that if he should get
in a tight place with Santa Anna to
buy him off. Capt. Blood, of Louis
ville, told me that the second day of
the battle, at 3 o'clock, Gen. Taylor
was badly whipped. 'He sent by me,'
Capt. Blood said, 'and two others, a
proposition in writing to
A RED LETTER STAMP.
Our good old poatage stamp of greeen
•Will pretty soon no more be seen
A
smaller stamp of British red
WW eoon snpplace its vernal head.
While all have given it a lick,
It stuck to bis, through thin and thick.
The
coming stamp is to bs dreaded—
Henceforth onr mails will to red-beadedi
IwmM1 not
^ijiQaght beneath the attention ofsci
ehiftlcinvestigators, it ii interesting
to trace the operation of natnral
causes In producing seemingly super
natural results. While, a shock is
given to the imagination by these
disclosures,there is room for the exer
cise of a pleasant fency in conjuring
np the iupressioitii which resulted
from the original faith in the myster
ies thus cleared.
These rellections occured to me on
hearing an explanation of the ghost
ly apparitions connected with the old
Swan house in Dorchester and the
strange sounds which were associat
ed with them. It turns out that the
footfalls heard in the front room on
the lower story at night were due to
an echo of the sounds of passing feet
on the grovel sidewalk, produced by
the peculiar shape oftheroom, which
projected outward in the curve of a
circle. The ghostly figures which
were seen in the cellar by persons
peering through the windows from
the street wero nothing more nor less
than lead statues that were removed
here from the grounds.
The "ghost fleeing from the old
house early in the morning in the di
rection of the family, tomb, which so
alarmed a servant girl, turned out to
be a young man passionately fond of
sport, who, hearing the sound of a
game bird near the house, had hastily
seized his gun and gone in search of
it, neglecting in his excitement to
change his night clothes for his or
dinary dress.—Boston Post.
I S I I
She Doesn't Earn It.
"Dear me!" said old Mrs. Jimson
weed as she laid down the paper,
"here's apiece that says Queen Vic
toria gets $1,950,000 a year for be
ing queen. Well, she don't aim it,
now she jii#don't! I don't keer how.
airly, she gets up of a mornin',
nor how late she sets up nights
darnin' and mendin' don't keer how
much dish-w^shin' she does, nor how
much butter' she churns, nor how
much soap she biles nor how man^
geese she raises feathers from, nor
how many calves sbe brings up by
hand nor how free of mothB an' bed
bugs she keeps old Windsor Castle.
I'd like the chance to be queen, an'
do it all for half the money, even
then I wouldn't airn no $2,000,000
an' she don't either—no she don't.'
Marriage.
is but the stepping-stone to those divine in
stitutions, the family and the home, which
constitute tho very foundation on which our
nation rests und upon the health and
strength of the wife, and mother, depends Ar'
the sunshine nnd enjoyment o! the home,
and the prosperity ofthe family.' Thousands
of wives, and thousands ofsingleladies, drag
out a weary existence in consequence of per
plexing "female disorders," in total ignor
ance of the fact, that Mr. Pierce's Favorite
Prescription is a positive cure for the most
complicated and obstinate cases of leucor
rhea. prolapsus, weak back, "female weak
ness," nnterersion retroversion bearing
down sensations, chronic congestion, inflam
mation, ulceration, and kindred ailments,
Guaranteed to give satisfaction, or money
refunded. All druggists.
Dr. Pierce's Pellets—cleanse and regulate
the stomach, bowels and system generally.
One a dose purely vegetable.
George H. Boker, poet and dramatist, died
in Philadelphia, recently.
A Fearful Loss.
It is a great loss' to plant poor seeds—a
loss to the patience and a total loss of the
season's efforts. The establishment of D. M.
Ferry & Co., Detroit, Michigan, makes a
business of raising and selling garden and
flower seeds adapted to ail climates. As
time goes on their seeds are more sought after,
for they are good, true to name, fresh and
.iust as represented. Send your name to the
firm's address at Detroit, Michigan, and
they will forward you a copy of their Seed
Annual for 1890.
He has not lived in vain, who finds out
before he dies what a fool he has been.
We recommcnd "Tanstll's Punch"
Cigar. -k
The public debt waa reduced f3,128,098 in
December.
Totally Heirless
Prom Sciatic Rheumatism—Wholly
Cured by Hood's Sarsaparllla.
"In Hay, 1885,1 was taken with sciatic then- (T*
itattam in my legs and arms. It entirely pre
vented me from working, and I was confined to
my bed entirely helpless. 1 had medical attend
ance and in August, I was Just able to'move
around. I was reduced to a mere skeleton and
my appetite was entirely gone. It was thought
by all my friends that I could not possibly live.
I took almost everything I could hear of, bnt
with good results, during that winter. One day,
reading about taking Hood's Sarsaparllla In
March, April and May, I concluded to try It.
One pottle gave me so muoh relief that I took
four bottles, and since then I have not been
troubled with rheumatism, and my general health
has never been better. My appetite Is increasing
and I am gaining In flesh. I attribute my whole
improvement to taking Hood's Saraapariiia, and
I earnestly recommend it to all who are troubled
with like disease. I consider it the grandest
medicine ever put up.". Wu. F. Taylob, Em
porium.Cameron Co., Penn.
Hood's Sarsaparllla
Soidby all druggists. Sl slzforSS. Prepared only
by C. 1. HOOD&CO., Apothecaries, Lowell, Mats,
IOO Doses One Dollar
.ELY'®, CatarhH
Cream Balmi
Cleanses the
Nasal Passages,
Allays Pain and
Inflammation,
Heals tha 8om
Restores tha:
Senses of Taste
and Smell.
HAY
TEY THE CF*E.
A particle Is applied into each nostril and la
Price SO cents at Dm
agreeable, t-nee
registered, 60 ct*.
Street, New York.
Santa Anna
that if he would not do much more
fighting that afternoon, and would
scatter his army that night, he
would give him f4,000,000. He im
mediately accepted and got the mon
ey .—Detroit News.
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