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( , l- V . ELK COUNTYTHE REPUBLICAN PAItTT. VQL 1J RIDGWAY, PA., THURSDAYDECEMBER 12, 1872. NO. 41. t CHRITIE. I. Between tky heart tnd mine, Chrl-tin. Sweet, iweet the lore that ones bu been j And nothing aad or dark was thara. Ho ihadow on the picture fair, . Mo itorm-clond "mid the annshina teen, Between thT heart and mine, Christina. II. Between tha thin and now, Chrlittne, Tliere frowns a lovelem bsrrler-ecreen j One jeai'e lon(t lonely road l firend, With eruel filte words cr rjetod ; No hand rtrelchnd out to hand U aeen Betweeu tn thin and now, Chriitlue. III. Between thr heart and mine, Chrtjtlne, A tea it wido.und winds are keen, And naxght hut (rhotj of loo dead timen. And naught but echoee of old rhyme; ; For lore Is dead that once has bnen Between thr heart and mine, Christine. 1HE STORY-TELLER. I DROVE HIM AWAY. "Oh, how I wish he was here !"' "Wish who was here, Miss Culvert ?" in. quired Suite Babbitt, the roahl-of-all-work in Squire Culvert's family, throwing an armful of wooa into tne capacious box beside the huge cooking stove. " My boy, Susan," replied tha anxious mo. ther, her eyes filling with tears. "Just two years ago to-morrow, Thanksgiving-div, he walked out of his father's house, and we have never heari a word from him since. Just think two long dreary years, and not a single word!" And Mrs. Culvert covered her face and wept unrestrainedly. Of course Susnn knew well enough who her mistress meantand only asked for the sake ot having something to say. Stephen Culvert had been a sort of an easy going youngster, without any of the energy so characteristic of the New England farmer's boy, and who of a sudden, two years before, had left home and gone no' one knew whither; it surprised the neighborhood, who could not account for the strange freak in the never-do-well. When Mrs. Culvert loft, Sarah broke out In to one of her singing strains, making the old home ring with her melody. "Why, Suke, I never heard yon sing be fore!" and Suke wassiartled from her kneeling position before the oven by a sweat voice at her back. " No, I'm not much of a singer," laughed Suke. "But what in the world, Evy Benton, sent yon round here to the back-door this time ' day ?" " Uh, I started to make some nice wine jelly, Suke," replied the young lady, with the air of one conscious of inveating an excuse, "and the sherry pave out. Mother said " and now Miss Eva's tones grew firmer, as the truth began to reveal itself" that one of the girls might just as well do the errand ; but I wanted to come myself.-' " Sorry there ain't nobody to home," re plied Suke. " The girls have' gone to the vi!. Jage to see about their dresses, and Miss Cul vert has just gone out for a walk." " I knew Mrs. Culvert was out, and that the girls were at the village, said Eva, boldly. '-J came to see you, Suke, and no one eli-e." Eva Benton was the only daughter of the wealthiest land-owner in C - County, a girl whom up to date, money, flattery, and an im proper home education had been unable to spoil. As she stood there before Suke, her tine ejes drooping, her fair golden head bowed with the better sense of something that Suke knew was about to find vent in words, she was indeed a lovely picture; and Suke's sigh, as she carefully scrutinized it, had as much of ap preciation as sorrow in it. ' To see me ?" repeated Suke. "Law sakes, if I'd a knowed I was itgoining to have a caller, I'd 'a tried to have things in better shape, but there's alius a good deal to do the day before Thanksgiving, Evy." "Oh, Suke,' that is just what I wanted to talk to you about. If I could only go to Bleep and not wake up till next day afier to-morrow . I should be so glud. It don't seem to me that I can live through another Thanksgiving-day. Oh, you don't know how lonesome and tired I am. Mother won't hear a word and I don't think I could say much to her if she would. Father is always husy over mortgages and tone-walls and cattle ; and, Suke, this morn ing I grew so miserable that I thought, if I didn't tell somebody what was troubling me, that I should go crazy." " It's about Stephen, I suppose ?" remarked Suke, without looking at her companion, ap parently very much occupied with the separa tion of the w hites and yolks of some extremely troublesome eggs. "Oh, Suks, how did you know ?" and the color tame back to the pale cheeks. "Who could have told you ? You haven't heard any thing from " "Him no," interrupted Suke, conscious that Evy would not hold eat much longer un less tenderlv dealt with. "We ain't none of us heard a word, good or bad ; and my motto always has been. Miss Evy, no news is good news, and I believe we shall hear something worth hearing one of these fine davs. Of course it's very hard for folks to understand why a young man should cut sticks, and leave a good home, where there was nothing to be done but take comfort and lay back on the thought that he'd have a snug little fortune after while. "That was just it," put in Eva. "Suke, I know why Stephen Culvert left his home !" "So I alius supposed," answered Suke, dry- "I sent him, Suke," continued Eva. ' Just where you was right, responded Suke, with a heartiness that made her companion's head swim. What makes you think I was right ?" in quired Eva, bor beautiful eyes riveted on Suke's fjtce. "Oh, you can't begin to know trow miserable I have been ever since about this. I have tried a hundred times to tell Mrs. Culvert the whole story, but she was always so fearfully miserable that the words some way would be driven back into my throat and there they ' would slick." " I don't much wonder," said Siike, sympa thetically. "She's been uncommon hard to get along with in this trouble. Still, I think, tva, if the words you fixed upon wouldn't come, you ought to a tried some others; and if they failed you, you should 'a done something else. You might 'a writ, Evy!" "1 iried that, Suke, and 'twas no use." "Waal, now, s'pose we let the past take care of itself, and see what the present has got to say," broke in SuVe again. " Here comes Miss Culvert now. Brace up to it like a good girl, nnd tell her the w hole story. Tut yourself outside of your story ; don't think any thing about what she will think of yon, but how much comfort yon ran give her by telling her how her boy came to leave his home." Suke was an uncompromising philosopher. She might have assured tho poor trembling girl of a kind reception, but she meant she should perform this action simply because it was her daty. "Keep a stiff upper lip, Evy," she con tinued, "because k is right. Here she comes ow;'' and poor Evy, who bad been meditating some means of escaj e, stood now face to face with the woman whuin, above ail others, she dreaded to meet. "Wny; Eva, how do yon dc, dear?" and the lair's voice bad a strange something in it that bad be;u missed for ka long, long time, " I called at your house just a moment ago, child, to invite yon to spend Thanksaivins with ns. We may not be a very gay partv, hut we shall try to be very thankful and hanuv." Was it a sob from the pantry, that made both women turn their heads in that direction? If so, it was verr soeedilv swallowed ! for jnst then Suke appeared with a hugh pan of miiK, apparently entirely aosooel in getunglhe verscl to the table without spilling its contents, "lean not spend Thankssivinir arth vou. Mrs. Culvert," replied Eva, trying hard to steady her voice ! "at leat you won't want me to after I tell you something. Mrs. Culveat, I drove your boy away from his home ! " For a moment thare was no sound heard save Eva suppressed sobs. She had told the whole truth in as short a way as possible ; and now, with her hands covering her face, stood like a culprit awaiting her sentence. " You, Eva, yon?" and Mrs. Culvert's voire expressed aii the astonishment she felt. " You?" she repeated as if half dazed by the revelation. " Sit down beside me, my dear little girl, nnd tell me all about it. Don t yon know it will be a great comfort to me to find a reason for mv son's strantrn departure ? Why U. - .. i-f 1- I nil unit-n t tuu rum me Deiorer "Oh, don't ask me that, Mrs. Culvert- don f, please I I was verv wicked. I see now just how selfish I was. But " "But let that go, and get to business," broke in Suke. "We ain't none of ns that's got such a clear record in the past that we can an.ira to nave mucn raking done. ' " You are right ngtin, Susan," said Mrs, Culvert, fervently. "Now tell ma all about it, my dear, and remember all the time that I shall not, can not, blame you, no matier how bad it is."' Mrs. Culvert drew Eva's little hand into her own and the cirl commenced : " Stephen loved me at least he said so, nnd I always believed him and I loved him. This commenced before be even went tu colleee. We wrote friendly letters all through thog'! tour years, and when he graduated he asked me to marry him. This I refused to do. He kept entreating mo to allow him to speak to my tamer, ana mis i wnuldn t listen to. "And why, Eva," interrupted Mrs. Culvert, " if vou loved him?' "That's just it." renlied the cirl. naively. "It was just because I loved him that I didn't listen te it. There was too much in Stephen Culvert to be allowed to rust out on his father's farm. He knew there was plenty and to spare, and home was pleasant, and love was sweet, and he hadn't cnercv sufficient to bestir him self as I thought he ought. There isn't money ettoiigs in tne world, Mrs. Culvert, to tempt me to marry an idle man." " Yankee doodle, doodle doo !" sang Suke, turning a loaf of cake wiih a broom-corn. " Well," continued Eva, "matters grew very unccmiortaDie, and j nankfgtvmg-day we al. most quarreled. This happened in vour tar lor, Mrs. Culvert, and was just after dinner, he taunted me with not loving him. I bad grown tired of this kind of talk on his part, and told him that I would never engage myself to nny man who had not a trade or a profession; that I had sense enough to know that love could not always occupy his whole attention ; and I ended in telling him I was ashamed of him. These were the last words be said to me ; 'Eva iienton, wnen you see or hear from me again i snail tuner oe tne mnn vou are anxious to marry or a worthless diunken vagabond. On your head be the responsibility;' and with this he marched directly out of the house." "We have both erred, Eva, in our wav of dealing with our trouble I more than vou, because I was so much older ; but that can't h helped no-. Kiss me, and promise that you will spend to-morrow with us." Evn promised. "Haik!" said Mrs. Culvert, listening in tontively, and drawing her companion close to her side. " Do bear what Susan is sincine! Did you ever know a voice to express so much?" " That's what she was singing when I came in. Don t you know, Mrs. Culvert, that that is Stephen's favorite anthem ?'' " O go your ways into his gates with thanks giving, aud into his courts with praise," rang out tne clear voice ot duke. Just at Ada was departing, Suke cried out : I.bok hero, Eva, ycu've forgot your wine." " So I have," laughed the vounz ladv. turn ing a very happy face to her friend. " But I really did want some, she protested. " Of course you did, and here 'tis all ready for you." I he last sound that Eva heard as she turned the angle of the bouse was Suke's voice rine'Bii out, "O go your way into his gates with lhnKgmng , Niinre Culvert declared the next dav that he didn't know what was the matter with every body. " Why," said he wiih a thankful smile, ' there isn t a long face at this table. God be praised ! Suke, if you don't sit down and eat with us to-day, it will spoil my dinner. Why, girls how preity yon all look ! And as for yon, wife, I don't know what to make of you. Am I dreaming, or are we just married ? Why, twenty -five years hasn't changed you a bit. I've been thinking, though, along back, that you were growing a bit plain ; hut that must have been my imagination. Eva, isn't that the same dress you wore you wore "Yes, Sir." interrupted Eva, looking down, not quiie strong.enough yet to have the subjact meniioned. " It '11 come out nil right, I suppose," con. tinned the old gentlemen. "At least wife thinks so, and I never knew her to make a mistake. She's heen a powerful time making up her mind, though. Suke, is every thing on the tablo now, and here is a place for you be. side me." " That's not my lace, Squire Culvert," re sponded Suke, quickly, uttering for ike first time the name of the only one thev were all thinking of:" that is your son Stephen's seat." Suke didn't seem to wonder that every body looked at her in surprise ; for just then the sound of the piano was plainly heard, and a clear, ringing voice in the parlor singing : " 'O go your way into his courts with praise. Be ye sure that the Lord he is Gad ; it is He that hath made ns, and not we ourselves ; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.' " "Stephen!" whispered the squire; "My boy!" sobbed the mother; "My brother!" screamed each eister; "My own!" smiled Eva ; and in a moment more the long-ubsent child was surrounded. "I am earning my own bread-and-butter," were the first words he said to Eva ; " will you become my wife now ? .and she answered, " Yes," and that was every word she said. Suke couldn't be prevailed on to sit with them at dinner. "I'm too choked up," was her only answer. "I'd rather be stirring." But every no and then, as she flirted from room to room, and room to pantry, her voire was distinctly heird singing, " 'O go your way into his rates with thanksgiving, and into bis courts with praise.'" Good to Know; Keep tea in a close cheat or canister. Keep coffee by itself, as its odor affects o'.her articles. Bread and cake should be kept in a tin box or stone jar. Cranberries will keep alt win ter in a firkin of water in a cellar Oranges and lemons keep best wrapped close in soft paper and laid in a drawer. Bolt soap should ba kept in a dry place in a cellar, and should not be used for three months. Lard should be hard and white ; and that which is taken from a hog ver a yeur old is the best To select nutmegs, pick them with a pin. If they are good, the oil will instantly spread around the puncfurp. When a keg of uiolldsjf s is bought, draw off a few Quarts, OS else the fermentation nro. ducted by moving it will burst the cask. Brett Harte in his humorous lecture on early California days is thus do scribed : What Mr. Ilarto said of the Arg nauts of 1849 wag as delicately humorous and tender, at onee and in turn, as those wonderful sketches that first surprised ine world into a Knowledge of his rare, new genius. The rudeness, the dcfiper- ateness, the extravagance, the coarser bumor, the outer sem jlance of the life have found other and remarkable chron iclers ; but no other has reached with such keen and appreciative touch, its pnthos or its deeper tragedy. Mr. Ilarte proposed to tell of a cru sade without a cross, ax exodus without a prophet. "It is not a pretty story," said he ; "I do not know thnt it is even instructive i I do not know tlint it is strictly true. It is of a life of which per haps the best that can be said is, that it exists no longer." After this brief preface, the lenturer sketched the primi tive days of California ; when the land and the dwellers therein were alike en joying a dolce far niente He sketched then rapidly their sudden awakening to find themselves strangers on their own soil, foreigners in their own land, ignor ant even of the treasure they had been set to guard. The causes of this swift change were prefigured for many years. The oldest and the newest faiths of the world tho Roman Catholio and the Mormon were the pioneers of Cali fornia. Father Junipero Lena, ringing his bell in the heathen wilderness of up per California, and Brigham Young, leading his half-famished legions to Salt Lake, were the path-clearers of the Argonauts of 1840. The Argonauts were not men to be deeply affected by these coincidences. They were exalted by no especial mission, and sceptical of even the existence of the golden fleece until they saw it. The altogether unexampled contrasts of the new order of life in those early days of the Argonautic capture of the golden State, were here depicted with that power of characterization of incident and phrase which have become so familiar to us nil in Mr. Ilarte's sto ries ; as when he alluded to the exchange of characters so common, where the best men had the worst antecedents, and the worst rejpeted in a spotless Puritan ped igree. "The boys seem to have taken a fresh sleal all 'round," said Mr. John Oakhurst to me, in the easy confidence of a man conscious of his ability to win my money, "and. there is no knowing whether a man will turn up jack or king." It is relevant to this anecdote that Mr. Oakhurst himself came of a family whose ancestors regarded games of chance as sinful because they were trifling and amusing, but who had nev er conceived that they might be made the instruments ot speculation and trag ic earnestness." And Mr. Oakhurht wondered, as he rose with a gain of 9 3,000, that there were folks " as believes that keords is a waste of time." This Oakhurst, tho typical gambler of that time (the hero of " Tho Outcast s of Poker Flat "), once more illustrates in this lec ture a phase of contradictory nobility, by redeeming from the gaming table for his wife a luckless gambler, by buying his next play, and then losing it by con cert with the dealer. As he confessed tho weakness to a friend ha added sol emnly : " It's the first time as I ever played a game that wasn't on the square." Ilarte's description of the tniniug camps is even more vivid than that ot the city population. Their per sonal attractions are represented in an exceedingly flattering light; their ha bitual life, minutely drawn with its un natural characteristics., its absence of softening iiifluonce, of reverential cus tom, and chief lack of all of home. In this connection what more exquisite can be thought of than the painting of the lone woman lone, even though wed led aud though beloved by every miner in tho camp pining slowly daily, aud to everybody's astonishment dying at last. " jjo you know what they say Ma am Kicnarcls dietl ot r said Yuba Hill to his partner. 'No,' was the reply. The doctor savs she died of nostalgia,' said Bill. 'What thing is nostalgia?' said the other. Well, it's a kind o' longing to get to heaven.' Perhaps he was right." And with this pathetio in cident we must close our partial sketch of this charming essay of California pio neer life. A Black rietnre. A black side of Philadelohi life in re vealed in the confession of Hugh Mara, who was sentenced on Saturday to six years and nine months imprisonment and to pay a fine of $1,000 for attempting to kill Alderman McMullin of that city. He states that there is an organized band of thoroughly reckless men associated together tor all forms of crime. His first assertion is that he was instigated to the attempted assassination of Detective Brooks by this band, who agreed to nav him 200 for the fiendish work. He gives names, places and particulars, showing how the victim was dogged and finally Bhot ; declares the alibi which was fabri cated for his defense to be an act of ner- jury, and that the only pay he ever re ceived was 50. The other charges in his afiidavit against this gang are that thev started the terrible coul oil fire of Feb. 8, 1805. at Ninth and Wharton streets j inai mey attempted tne burning of the Union League House, Sept. 0. 18(S6 : that they committed the murder of Peter Mannox, October, 1868, and robbed the Beneficial Saving Fuud Society, April 4, 18G9. Alluding to the revelation of Mcra, The Pre says of the men whom he has disclosed : "The only tjuestien now is their extermination, It can be done by punishment. This gang should be brought to trial. If they are not, we may expect ti'sassinution to becouie one of the leading industries of the city. Our authorities are surely not afraid to prosecute these men." PaIXTINO. Now is the tirriA t An nut- door paintiag, if not already done. There is no dust to injure it; ror hot sun to crrive tne oil into the wood, and leave a poor coat to rub nr anal a nt. flies to immolate themselves therein and spoil its appearance ; nor pressure of work which causes hnito whiVi r,..,ir waste; and whether in the dwelling uouse, tue uaru, tne stable, the tools or the wairong. or elecls. now i tl... , paint tbem if tbey ure to be painted at u, nuu iiiin inese tuouia De painted as a matter of the most necessary economy there u not tha slightet que.tioa. Too Poor to Marry. , There is a good deal more talk among old bachelors this winter, says Eli Per kins, about not being able to get mar ried, than ever before. There is an eld bachelor at the Fifth Avenue Hotel, whose income is $20,000 a ypar, and still he says he can't afford to get married. He's a proud, blooded fellow, and now, he says, ns a single man, he can have tho beBt horses, best rooms, and the best box at the opera, "but," he continued, " if I should get married, I would have to scrimp myself or overdraw my income." " How is that ?" I asked. "Well, now, come in the parlor and I'll show you. You gee ladies are so extravagant nowadays. They dress so much more here than they do in Europe. I mean, they don't wear rich diamonds like the women of Flarence and Milan, but they wear such rich dresses, shawls, laces, and furs. Now I'm proud, and I wouldn't want my wife to be outdressed, so I have to keep out of the marriage business." " Do you see that lady there ?" he said, pointing to a fashionable caller. " Yes." Well, she has on a $100 panniered, wattaued, polonaised brown gros grain dress, and I wear a $60 coat. She wears a $1,200 camel's hair shawl, and a $500 set of gable, while I wear a $70 overcoat. She wears a $70 bonnet, whi'e I wear an 8 hat. She wears $200 worth of point applique and point aguile, while I wear a $6 shirt. Her shoes cost $15, and mine cost $12. Her ordinary morning jewelry, which is changed every year not counting diamonds cost $400; mine cost $50. " How does all this foot p ?" " Whyv the clothes she has on cost $2,285. and mine cost $206, and that is only one of her dozen outfits, while I only have say three. The fact is," said my friend, growing earnest, " I couldn't begin to live in a brown stone front with that woman and keep tip appear ance to match carriages, church, din ners, opera, and sea-side, for $20,000. I'd have to become a second-rate man, and live in an eighteen foot house, or with draw over to Second avenue, and that I'll be d d if I'll do !" and he slung his fist down slam into a nice silk hat in the excess of earnestness. My friend was partially right. Our ladies do dress expensively far more expensively than European ladies. Why 1 a lady coming from Paris is con stantly surprised on Fifth avenue. She looks with amazement on the expensive toilets of our ladies. While in Europe expensive toilets are left for full-dress parties and for the drawing-room, here the most expensive toilets are left for the street, where dresses are soon worn out and soiled. Yes, $100 dresses bo como mere sidewalk wipes, and camel's hair shawls are robes to shop in. The American Catbird. The catbird is one of the most peculiar and interestim rf Amnrinnn KiVdi Pa. longing to the family of Thrushes, it ar- iMtrua in Van. I. .--1 .. ,1 .. 1 1. a. 1' A ..Ej in iicv, .uiigiaiiii duuui tut) oi May, migrating to the South about the middle of October. The prevailing color ia dark and leaden, more ashy beneath ; top of the head and neck, dark sooty brown ; wings, dark brown, edged with a lighter leadon hue; tail greenisk blaok. The bird is occupied in building from about the 20th of May to the first week ill J une. The nest is composed of close ly interwoven strips of grapevine, bark and fine leaves, twigs and straws. It is deeply hollowed, and lined with fibrous mi it M liuir. H Tl it tl Tl (1 rr-aaaaB Tl,. .1 .... t- la ' , u ....... u. AO placed on bushes and shrubs, usually not- ., . A I 1' .. , n ,, uivio iuuu mar or nve leei ironi tne ground. The bird is remarkable for its fondness for the society of man, seeming to pre fer a home in the neighborhood of thick ly 6ottled disrricts, rather than a wilder one in the forest. It is a very curious bird, and will follow for miles any strange object that attracts its atten tion. -Its cry when agitated is dry and harsh, reminding one of the rattling of sticks. f Through the early part of the summer the voice of the male is heard in the woods, and its note, which, under the influence of tear or anger is so harsh, will then be remarkable for its softness and purity. Male and female have also a plaintive cry, vory much resembling the mewing of a cat, and it is from this peculiarity that the bird derives its name. The catbird is one of the most affec tionate and sensitive of parents, and those who may feel themselves disposed to play upon their tender feelings can drive them nearly frantio by imitating the chirping of their young. It rushes about with hanging wings and open mouth, and, screaming in the most piti ful manner, will even venture quite near the intruder, apparently entreatitg him, in the most . pathetic manner, to deliver to him his little ones, and if the sport is kept up, will not cease to cry and im plore until it falls exhausted. It is very courageous, and it will gen erally succeed in driving away any snake or enemy that threatens to harm its young. Cuban Cigar Makers. One of the largest manufacturing firms in New York infirm a reporter that the workmen are paid according to the number and quality of the cigars they roll. Makers of regalias receive $20 per thousand, of conchas $20, and of espa nolas $18. An ordinary quick worker will finish two hundred cigars per day, and as many as four hundred are made by the oldest and most experienced hands. The men are all Cubans and some of their customs would doubtless seem odd to an American workman. They club together, contributing twenty five cents a week each, with which they hire a fellow exile to road aloud to them daring their work. The position is no sinecure, for the reader is expected to keep up an incessant flow of words from 7 a. m. to 0 p. m., with the exception of ne hour's rest for refreshments. The wornmen tnus become posted ia the news of the day, and in addition occa sionally listen to the perusal of Spanish history, or some work of fiction. There is another tax which they impose upon themselves, to the payment of which they religiously adhere, which is to lay asid'i a certain sum every week from their wages to be sent to their strug trliuir couibatrinta in C. . ' . -V. Ml, CUV supplies. According to the Tribune, Horace Greeley arrived ia New York on the 17th of August, 1831, when the midsummer heat was at its height. Ho had never before seen a city of even twenty thou sand inhabitants, nor gazed upon a sea going vessel. The spectnelo of so many square miles of stately buildings, with the furlongs of masts and yards, aroused a fueling of astonishment and wonder akin to awe. He had completed his twentieth year the February before. Tall, slender, and ungainly, with ten dollars in his pocket, and a scanty store of summer raiment, mostly on his back, the pale-faced youth did not command a cheerful prospect of immediate success. After searching in vain for a suitable boarding-place, he at length found quar ters in an obscure hostelry near the North River. His first business was to find work at his trade. Early in the marning he began to ransack the city in search of emplt-ment. In the coune of two days he had visited more than half the printing offices in New York, with out the slightest gleam of success. His youthful appearance and rustio ways were not in his favor. When he called at The Journal of Commerce, its dis tinguished editor, Mr. David Hale, frankly told him that he believed him to be a runaway apprentice from some country printing office, a presumption which, though erroneous, might, under the circumstances, be deemed excusable. Thoroughly wearied with his two days disconsolate quest, ht resolved to leave New York while a little money still re mained in his pocket. He was frightened by the prospect of the almshouse whLh stared him in the face, and wished to make his escape while the chance was yet left. In the evening, however, he made the acquaintance of some young Irishmen who had called at his landlord's in their stroll about town. Upon hear ing that ho was a wandering printer in pursuit of work, they at once took an interest in his affairs, and directed him to a place where ho could find employ ment. Thi, was the printing office of Mr. John T. West. Tho work was so difficult that no printer acquainted in tne city could be induced to accept it. It was the composition of a miniature New Testament, with numerous mar ginal references, and in a curiously in tricate 6tyle of typhograohy. No other compositor could be .persuaded to work on tne book lor more than two or three days, and Mr. Greeley, accordingly, had it nearly all to himself. By diligent type-setting from twelve to fourteen hours through the day he could earn at most not over six dollars a week. Malleable Glass. One of the lost arts, which skill and science have for hundreds of years been making ettorts to rediscover, is the pro duction of malleable glass, It was men tioned by many ancient writers, espe cially by Pliny, who speaks of its being indented when thrown on a hard sub stanee, and then hammered into shape again liko brass. The world uses a vastly greater amount of glass now than during the. early ages, but has never been able to overcome its brittleness. That accomplished, and it would enter into uses not even suspected now, and probably dispute with iron itself for su premacy as an agent of civilization. A glass spinner in Vienna has recently made a discovery that may lead to the recovery of the lost link in the chain of early invention. Ho is manufacturing a thread of this material finer than the fibre of the silk worm, which is entering largely into tho manufacture of' a vari ety of new fabrics, such as cushions, ear pets, table cloths, shawls, neckties, fig ures in broeaded velvet and silk, em broidery, tapestry, laces, and a multitude of other things. It is as soft as the finest wool, stronger than silk thread, and is not changed by heat, light, moisture oi acids, nor liable to fade. So important is tne matter deumed, that while tliu pro cess is kept a profound secret, the' Aus trian Minister of Commerce has already organized schools for glass spinning in various places in Bohemia, and a variety of manufactured articles are now for sale and will no doubt soon reach Amer ica. If it shall end in the final rediscov ery of malleable glass, so that it can be wrought or rolled into sheets, it will revolutionize much ot the world's indus try. Indeed, no one could safely pre dict to 'what uses it might not be ap plied, as the material is plentiful in all lands. Mankind have long waited for it. Let us hope the time is near when so great a boon will bo vouchsafed to them. London, Timet. An Ingenious Carpenter. As the steamer Idaho wag on her trip from the Sandwich Islands to San Fran cisco, her cylinder head was blown out and the boat was completely disabled at sea. The situation was a huzardoug one, when a carpenter on board who had been sent by the American Consul at Honolulu in arrest, came to the rescue. On examining the injured cylinder, the thought entered the carpenter's mind that a stout cylinder-head of tough, hard wood might stand a sufficient pressure of steam to run the engine at moderate speed. He stated this to the captain, who, after some hesitation and as a las c resort, reluctantly gave him permission to try the experiment. The carpenter procured his tool-chest from the hold, and after twenty-five hours' httrd work finished and inserted the wooden cylinder heod. It was made of three thicknesses of hard teak board, rendered steam-proof by being covered with paint and canvas, aud was calked tight and held in its place by bolls, as in other cylinder-heads, and by a piece of timber braced against its ends. When the carpenter announced that the engine was ready for use, and desired the engineer to turn on steam, there was a general scamper from the cylinder, where numbers of the passen gers, sleepless and feverish, had anxiously watched the finishing of the work. Slowly the steam was turned on, tlu pibton-rod rose and fell, the propeller churned the water quickly, the Idaho moved on at her accustomed speed, and the wooden head was a success. The cylinder-head, after being used for a time, swelled and collapsed like the lungs in respiration, but the invention stood the test to tho end, and earned ior the carpenter quite a reputation. He is now u very hero among sea-goiug mou. I' Delirium tremena is said to be curable I by means of a milk diet. Under the Locomotive. A young man named JosiahT. Haight, a native of and a recent arrival in Kan sas city from Wooster, Ohio, after " fight ing the tiger" found himself "broke," without even so much as sufficient to pay his l.otel bill. " After wandering around the city he conceived the idea of endeavoring to reach Topeka, Kansas, by stealing a ride upon the Kansas Pacific night express. With this intention he went to the depot and crawled upon the pilot of the icy locomotive, and crouched down upon the trucks beneath the smoke box. The train moved on at a rapid rate, the old, bitter winter's wind swept keen ly and piercing through Haight's cloth ing, chilling him to the marrow. He soon discovered that he must inevitably freeze to death in his present uncom fortable condition, but there was no es cape. The train rushed on through the Kaw bottoms never halting, never stop ping. Haight found himself gradually sinking, benumbed and without feeling, down into the cross bars of the truck frame. Gradually he dropped down un til he found himsolf jammed between the warm smoke box f ud the axles. The noise and clatter of the machinery became deafening, the keen prairie winds whistled and shrieked around the rush ing locomotive. Haight knew he must die if left in his perilous position a little longer. But there was no escape until the train halted. He thought of drop ping down upon the ties which glided beneath him with lightning rapidity. This he knew would be instant and cer tain death. He would have done so, but he found himielf unable to get through the network ot iron bars, so he gave him self up to his fute. One by one the sta tions glided past him in the bright, frosty moonlight, when the train sud denly " slacked up," and glided slowly to the water tank at Stranger creek. Here Haight aroused himself with a desperate eneigy and made a determi ned effort to extricate himself from his perilous condition. Cramped, benumb ed and half dead, he crawled out from th trucks and out to the side of the track. The train moved on, and young Haight attempted to rise, but suffered such acute agony from cramp 1 that he wag obliged to call for assistance. Jits will hereafter have a mortal aversion ior faro and free rides in winter. Shadowed Lives. One of the saddest thoughts that come to us in life is that in this bright, beautiful, joy-giving world of ours, there are so many shadowed lives. If suffering camo only with crimo, even then we might drop n tear over one whose errors had wrought their own recompense. But it is not so; alas! then we should not have it to record fiat the noblest and most gifted are of ten among those who may count their fate among shadowed lives. With one it is the shadow of a grave, long, deep, and narrow, which falls over a life, shut ting out the gladness of the sunshine, bliirhting the tender blossoms of hope. With another, it is the wreck of a great ambition. He has builded his ship, and launched it on the sea of life, freighted with the' richest jewels of his strength, his energies, his manhood. Be hold, it comes back a wreck ! With others, disease throws its terriblo shadows over tha portal, and shuts out tho brightness of the outside world from the sulfdrer within. But this is the lightest shadow of all ; for it teaches the heart the priceless lesson of endurance and faith, and through its darkness the sufferer sees ever the star of promise shining, leading to the great beyond. Of all shadowed lives, we find it iu our hearts to feel most for those that are cursed by an unhappy marriage. Unhappy marriage is the quintessence of human bondage. It wounds daily our loudest and sweetest impulses ; it trifles with and buries our holiest end dearest affections, and writes over the tomb thereof " No hope." It embitters the vietim with the thought that lost forever to her life is tho glory of a great love ; closed forever to her are the por tals of a happy home the fountain of freshness aud delight, at which the soul must needs drink to gather strength for the heat and burden of the world's bat tle. Another Idea. A writer in the American Artinan pro poses a novel device for making buildings tire proof, and wonders that no architect ever thought of so o'vious a plan. He would make up the partition of the walls of buildings in a manner analogous to sectional steam boilers, and fill them with water ; then no fire could be com municated from one building to another till the water had all boiled away. The water spaces need not be made more than one inch in thickness, aud might be constructed of thin sheets of metal. Nothing can burn until heated to the temperature at which it combines with oxygen, and the partitions could never reuch this temperature so long as they were kept supplied with water, since each atom of that fluid is a swift vehicle to seize and carry away the heat. No solid material known to the arts is capa ble of withstanding the heat generated in such great fires as those of Boston and Chicago. To fill tho conditions so long vainly sought in endeavoring to render buildings absolutely fire proof, something is required that heat will not melt, or warp, or crack, and otherwise so impervious to air that fire cannot com municate with combustibles stored in buildings ; or means must be found by which the force of the heat can be ex pended upon something we can afford to waste. That material is water, and the writer in the ArtUan thiuks he has pointed out the right way to use it Geeat Khan. The Great Khan of China, which is by interpretation the " Great Lord of Lords," must have been a big man in the olden time. With eagles for falcons, and lynxes, leopards. and lions for hunting-dogs, he could at any time improvise an armv ot 300.000 men from his falconers, beaters, and whippcrs-in. Polo, who had a keen relish for the " noble art," tells us that when the Emperor went " a-fowling" he was carried upon four elephants in a fine chamber made of timber, lined inside J with plates of beaten gold, and outside witn lions skins, attended with 20,000 huntsmen and 10,000 dogs, moving along abreast of one another, so that the whole line extended over a full day's journey, ana no animal oouia escape tueiu. Facts and Figures, Twenty-five thousand working-girls were thrown out of employment by tho Boston fire. Why is a donkey that cannot hold his head up like next Monday 1 Betause it's neck's weak. Jamts IfcElhany, convicted of the murder of his wife in Boston, has been sentenced to be hung. It is said that iron is a good tonic for debilitated young ladies. That may be so, but ironing is a better one. The reports of diamond disooveries brought by Stanton and others to San Francisco are not believed there. The question of calling a Convention to form a State Constitution for Wash ington Territory has been voted down. Forty landed proprietors will probably be raised to the German peerage, to qualify them for seats in the npper house. The official vote of Missouri for Presi dent is announced as follows Greeley, 151,433; Grant, 119,196; O'Conor, 2,429. Dr. May, the American who shot and killed a laborer named Nagle, in Lon don gome time ago, has been tried and acquitted. During the yoar ending the 30th of June last, 9,000,000 acres of United States Government land were disposed of in va rious ways. Mrs. John Baggs, of Omaha, has left Mr. John Baggs, taking the mone bags. and leaving John to hold the little empty Baggs. An enthusiastic Nebraska editor says : " Nine months of the year in Nebraska is summer, and the rest is mighty late in the spring." At Newburgb, N. Y., a boy eight yesn of age dropped a stone frsmt a bridge upon the bead of a man, killing im almost instantly. The total loss by the fire in Galva, 111., is now figured at $218,000. Thirty-five business firms were burned out and thir teen families rendered homeless. It seems to be understood that in boat races in England hereafter coxswains will be dispensed with and the sliding seat will supersede the stationary one. Tho Khedive of Egypt intends sending a force of 5,000 troops, under command of an American officer, to aid Dr. Liv ingstone in exploring the source of the Nile. " How docs that look, eh ?" said a big fisted Wall street man to a friend, hold ing up one of his brawny hands. " That," said the friend, "looks as though you'd gone short on your soap." . Pennsylvania proposes to amend her constitution so as to prohibit her judges from indulging in gratuitous rides upon railways, and to render a valid verdict by a two-thirds majority. The U. S. Treasury balances are ; Cur rency, $8,188,329 ; special deposit in le gal tenders for redemption ot certificates of deposit, $26,755,000 ; coin, $71,386,272; coin certificates, $20,613,500. Wo once heard a woman of the world say, " the state of widewhood is incon venient, for one must assume all the modesty of a young girl, without being able to feign her ignorance." Learing is as good as ready money in the country. A schoolmaster in Marietta, Ohio, gets twelve dollars a month and finds himself. He is afraid he won't bo tible to find himself much longer. A Jesuit has written to his superiors in France that he has narrowly escaped death at the hands ot an infuriated pop ulation in a Uninese town, because they believed that he killed and ate young children. The epidemic which proved so afflict ing to the horses seems to have extended to tho wild deer of the northwestern woods. The lumbermen in the vicinity of Manistee, Michigan, report many deer found dead. Jacksonville, Tenn., young ladies tie up their taper fingers, and when the young gentlemen callers in the evening inquire the cause, blushingly replv : "I burnt them while broiling the beefsteak this morning." Electricity has recently been success fully applied to the breaking in of hor ses. A wire was attached to the bit, and as soon as the animal shswed signs of becoming refractory a shock was given, which soon restored order. Mr. Joigneray, an athlete of pro digious strength, has made his appear, ance in Paris. Among other exercises, being suspended by his feet from a trapeze, he lifted from the ground a real horse by the mere force of his wrists. There aro in New Jersey forty-thrte Lodges of Odd-Fellows, and 13,344 mem bers in good standing; an increase in the year ot 1,076. The receipts during the year have been $103,357 72 and the amount paid for relief was $34,377,50. Sam Collyer and Patsey McGuire fought a prize fight two miles above Lit tle Ko.k, Ark. The fight lasted twenty minutes, during vhichtime seven rounds were fought. Uollyer was declared the whinner because of a foul on the part of MuGuiro. There is a law in Austria by which the Government may take possession of any railroad which is not kept in good condi tion for travel and traffic, and manage it at the expense ot the owners, and under this provision the Lernber-Czernoviti railway has been seized. From the propeller Mary Ward, aground between T hornhury and Col lingwood, Out., eight men were lost in endeavoring to get ashore in a small boat. Mr. Stephens, of Owen Sound, is reported among the drowned. Three fishing boats took off nine passengers safely all who were on board. The 51-hour per week system is about to be adopted largely in the Scotch iron trade, but the workmen are dissatisfied with the manner in which some of the employers proposed to work the system, which would, it is represented, divest the reduction of the hours of labor of all the advantages it possessed oi a social and intellectual kind. The famous maelstrom, which has been the scene of so many thrilling stories, is, in reabty, a very tame affair, and would never recognize itself in the picture idrawn by the romancer's pen. An Enar- I l :.. :l: r ji.- r ubu luuuiM, wrmug oi u iroin jNorway, says : " Every year hundreds of coun try men row-over it, doubtless even bathe ia it; for, except at certain periods, and under certain conditions of wind and tide, it is comparatively harmless.