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ML- K8 in HENRY A. PARSONS, Jr., Editor and Publisher. NIL DESPERANDUM. ' Two Dollars per Annum. VOL. XII. BIDGWAY, ELK COUNTY, PA,, THUESDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1882. NO. 40. . . . . 1 Wandering from Homo to Home. When swallows were building in early spring And the roses were red in June; When the great white lilies were fair and sweet. In the heat of the Augnst noon; When the winds wore blowing the yellow wheat, And Hie song of the harvest nigh, And the beautiful world lay calm and swet, In the joy of a cloudless sky Then the swallows were full of glad content In the hope of their Northern nest ; Were sure that the land they were tarrying in Of all other lands was the best. Ahl if they had heard in those blissful days The Voice thoy must heed say, "Go," They had left their nests with a keen regret, And their flight had been sad and slow. But when summer was gone and flowers were dead, And the brown leaves foil with a sigh, And they watched tho sun setting every day Further on in the northern sky. Then the' Voice was sweet when it bid them "Go," They were eager for southward flight, And they beat thoir wings to a new-born hope When they went at the morning light. If the way was long, yet tho way was glad, And they brighter and brighter grew, As they dipped their wings in the glowing heat, As they still to tho southward flew; Till they found the land of the summer sun, The land where the nightingale sings, And joyfully rested 'mid rose and Fong Their boautiful weary wings. Liko swallows we wander from home to homo We are birds of passage at best In many a spot we have dwelt awhile, We have built us many a nest. But the heart of the Fathor will touch our hearts, He will speak to us soft and low, We shall follow tho Voice to the better land, And its bliss and its beauty know. Mary A. liarr, in Harper's Weekly. A STRANG-E STOUT. ,CHArTEIt I. " Then to take whatever the gods may send, Putting to scruples and doubts an end. Is tho sensible way to live, my friend." So sang a clear voire, with more of nature -than cultivation in it. Fer-! haps there was more of conviction anil acquiescence in it than of music. "Whether there be such a thing as "luck" or not, it is certain that care less Guy Crawford had found life very good and the world very pleasant while taking "whatever the gods had sent" him. Tho sceno was scarcely calculated to stimulate one to musicai efforts. Over head were the wet and drooping branches of the trees, under foot the soaked soil, and all around the dreary moan of the rain-laden wind. The rain had fallen all day long in an almost silent torrent. As evening came on it had lessened a little, while the wind had increased in power. The world seemed now one dreary, vacant rei'lni of night and storm. But Guv Crawford, wet and weary, cold and in darkness, alone and lost tramped sturdily on; and as ho pressed forward he sang, over and over again: " Then to take whatever the gods may Feud, Putting to scruples and doubts an end. Is the sensible way to live, my friend." Guy Crawford had left tho little railroad station tit noon. He expected his friend there to meet him, but he had been disappointed. Asking the station-master for directions he set out on foot for his destination. It involved walking twenty miles ; but he said to himself that he liked walking. It rained ; but rain was better than heat and dust. Guy Crawford readily met each ob jection which came up in his mind. His friend would send for his baggage, he said to himself ; his friend could lend him dry clothes when he arrived ; his friend would have a warm wel come for him. Guy would have laughed at being thought more than a moderately sen sible young man. Rut the man who let the brighter features of his past and the dearer hopes of his future shut down so'near together in his mind as to make the present almost unreal, was a philosopher, whether he knew it or not. When night had fallen Crawford realized that he was lost. He believed it might be midnight now ; he could only dimly discern objects about him ; he had not seen a human face or a hu man habitation for hours. But he sang, nevertheless, as we have said, and in the song one side of his character stood fully revealed. Guy Crawford would take life cheerfully as j it came. He would not pause in a course which opened before him be cause of doubts as to the end of it all. But, despito tho debonair way in which ho sang of putting scruples to an end, there was a strong undercur rent of principle and honor in the course of this man's life, for all the manifold ebbs and flows on the sur face ebbs and flows which ran to and fro with tho varying impulses of cir cumstances, or fate. Guy Crawford would have thought of no alternative. Ho would have said " fate " at once. He sang the three lines over again ; then muttered to himself : " That's all right ; but it is a very natural thing for one to ask himself why in tho world Clinton was not at the station V" Down the rainy gale ran his voice again : "Then to tak. whatever the gods may send, Putting" "Stop your noise!" said a harsh voice at his elbow, and a heavy hand was laid on his shoulder. " Stop your noise." Somet hing else touched his forehead: he could not see what 1t wa i. His im pulse to light was conquered by its contact, however, for he guessed that it was the muzzle of a revolver. "Bring a lantern !" said tho man who had captured Guy ; and a light was produced almost immediately. But little was visible. Tho rain drops on the branches shone in the light, and, having hung for a moment in brightness, dropped one by one into the blackness; trees and a fence near by stood half-outlined. There were several horses tied to the fence horses which looked spec tral and shadowy as Guy saw them. In the center of the lighted space there were two men besides Guy. lloth were evidently disguised and both were heavily armed. "Comoon," said both of them in a breath to Guy; and one of them added: "Don't you dare to make a noise above a whisper." The light went out; a hand rested in nnything but a gentle manner on each shoulder, and the philosophical singer was hurried away by hla two strange captors. Guy Crawford was not frightened; he wits surprised and startled, but not frightened, lie had little money with him, no valuable jewels, only an old watch, no papers. Robbery would be' nothing to him. lie didn't exactly welcome the curi ous episode in which lie was taking an Involuntary part; but he thought of it in wonder, instead of fear. Tho line he had been singing ran through his mind "Then to take whatever the gods may send " and the full force of his position, regarded as a ludicrous comment on the senti ment it expressed, burst upon him. To have saved his life he couldn't have helped it lie laughed out loud ! " You infernal fool !" hissed one of the men in his ear. " This isn t funny, even if you think so." " I know it," answered Guy ; " it's a very solemn and serious affair. Rut why don't you take my money and watch at once, and let me go ?"' "AVe don't want your money and watch, man ! "We've money and watches enough, without going hunt ing for them on such a night as this. "What we want is a man. AVe want you I" They walked for a while in a com paratively open road ; they turned aside into a narrow path later. At length they climbed a stile and entered an inclosurc. Tho dim light of the stormy night was enough to show white and indis tinct masses here and ther?. Guy recognized them as monuments and headstones. They had entered a cemetery. A walk of a quarter of an hour really that, but seemingly longer had carried them into what Guy felt was a particularly desolate and retired part of this desolate and retired place. iliey made a turn m an avenue which was closely hedged with ever- ' green, and a strange sceno Jay beiore them. A half-dozen lanterns stood on the ground or hung from the trees. In the space thus lighted a group of six men and one woman stood near a large and handsome monument. The woman j was wrapped in a long cloak and was heavily veiled. Her arms were bound to her sides. She stood in a dejected attitude, lean ing against the monument. Guy Craw ford could believe she was crying from the way her head was bent; but her face was concealed from even tho slightest view. One old grayMiaired man, with a frightened face, stood near her; his hands, too, were bound. Tho rest of the men were free, were disguised, some of them with masks, and were as well-armed as the two who had cap tured Guy. One of the captors held .Guy Craw ford, while the other stepped across the lighted space to the man who seemed to be the chief. The leader made an impatient movement, and I said something in a tone so low that I nn nnp but. tlif men whmn tin :r.i,L-n could hear it. He was evidently angry. The man answered in a louder tone: "Not the right man? How was I to know? I wouldn't have supposed more than one man would be tramp ing about tho country on such a night except he was well paid for it. This fellow came along shouting some non sense about 'taking what the gods sent,' and we took him at his word, you see, mid took 1dm." The leader laughed a low, stilled laugh it was; a laugh that was shut in by the disguiso which covered his face but it showed that something had pleased him. He spoke again, and as low as be fore ; and the inpatient man with him answered : "He'll do, yon say? I should hope so. AVliy, I wouldn't go hunting through this Mack night for another one for tiwee tite pay you offer !" The leader spoke again and the man before him nodded and turned away. He spoke loud enough for all to hear: "Whoever fails to do what he is or dered to-night will not have a chance to disobey order.! again in this world!" To the woman he said: "You know this place? It is your father's grave." Her head was bowed and remained bent lower than before. He turned to the old man. " You know the girl ? You preached at his funeral who lies here." "I know her. I knew him. You are right," he said. Morning again. Rain Btill falling, but a break in the clouds low down in the eastern sky almost lets the sun light through. The party who have made the past night a mystery are mounted now all but Guy Crawford. The two cap tives are captives still ho alone is free. The ono who has been spokes man during the night turns to him as they are ready to move olf. "As our way lies east this morn ing, yours lies west. You may go first. Never cross the path of any of us again, and be thankful in what the gods sent you last night there was hope for yo'i. Be thankful for life this morning." CHAPTER II. It is a beautiful morning. Fall has come, but it is not late. Many sum mer tourists will linger at mountain and ocean for weeks yet. A young man walks along a narrow strip of sand. At his right is the ocean, smooth as the summer sea, free from the buffeting hands of the storm, ever becomes. At his left is a low line of cliffs, high in some places. They are scarcely more than twenty feet oppo site him. We have thus far had only the merest glimpse of this man. Looking at him now, we see that he is young and strong, handsome and noble-looking, and with one paradox written on his mobile face a puzzled look of care in the midst of a carelessness which nature gave him when she endowed him with the characteristics which make him what he is. We have heard more of him in the past than we have seen of him. Let us listen now. He is singing, a little more thoughtfully perhaps than when we heard him something more than a year ago, but much the same as then "Then take whatever the gods may send, Putting to scruples and doubts an end, Is the sensible way to live, my " Goodness gracious !" The climax was not unnatural when one considers the cause. A ladv had ventured too near tho edge of the dill, and went over just as he came opposite her. Although steep the cliffs were not perpendicular, and Guy sprang forward and helped break the fall by catching the young lady in his arms. She was unconscious when he caught her, but recovered enough to smile her thanks to him, and to present the three young men M ho climbed hurried lv down to the beach to her aid as her three cousins. Guv had done little except act on the precept embodied in his favorite song for the lady would have fallen on the sand but for him, and had already escaped the danger of the rocks on the way down. She had, however, or affected to have, a great deal of gratitude, nnd Guy Crawford always found a smile of welcome for him when he sought her side. To be with her became a lnbit, a jov, a part of his very life. The three cousins might look coldly at him; he never knew it. The woman might be more than kind to him; ho never guessed it. His own heart might have startled his intelligence, but he never questioned it. Never any of these, until he stood one night with a telegram from his em- plovers in his hand. His vacation. which was to have lasted for a month longer, must close. He had only one more day to remain. In the light of coming parting he knew it all at last. "I cannot go," he said; "I cannot leave her ! Rut I must." He thought a little; then ho said: "If I had only known I should have gone long ago. For her peace and mine I should have gone. I seo it now." Miss Maude Walton waited longer than usual that evening for the custo mary invitation for a walk along the beach. Guy Crawford felt that farewell must be short, and ho knew that, in honesty, it must be hard. Together in the moonlight night they walked along the sands. The gravest crisis in their lives stood before them. He could not know how much of life and happiness lay within tho reaeli of his hand if he put it forth in truth and honor. lie could not guess how much the woman before him would shut back behind her lips and never utter, though the silence slew her heart, if a coward and a traitor sought what she might say. "I. am going away to-morrow. I have received a telegram which makes it imperative." " Yes," she answered, with much the look that n heathen priestess might wear who found a flaw. in the idol she served. Rut a look of faith in his truth came back to her face as he continued: " Yes, I am going ; I ought to have gone before. 1 never knew God help me ! until to-night that I loved you. I have been blind to my own heart. I must tell you I love you I do; but we can never be more than friends." " You have not asked nio to give you any hope." "No nor shall I. I have no right to do so." " A true woman would never let a lack of wenll li deter her." " I know it." "I refused each of my cousins to day." "I am sorry. Since I can never win you for my wife I wish some noble man tho good fortune which cannot be mine." " One of my cousins is not a good man. One of them is as great a scoundrel as ever lived." " You should find some little excuse for him in the fact that he loves you. No man can be wholly bad who truly loves a good woman." " He doesn't love me. He merely pretends he does." "Merely pretends. I don't under stand." " I'll explain to you. I have a small fortune from an aunt; but my father's fortune was left with strange con ditions, lie loved my cousins almost as well as he did me. He wanted me to marry one of thein, but did not care to say which one. If Lis wishes were carried out I was to have half his for tune and each of my cousins a sixth. Unless I marry one of them I lose my share, and it will be divided among them. Unless each asks me except for the reason that I am already en gaged to one of the others, he loses his share, to be divided among the rest. Two of these men love me. One does not. Rut my share of half a million dollars would be a temptation to any scoundrel, wouldn't it?" "Ferhaps so. I can scarcely say how low a man might fall. Which one is it ? ' A look of puzzled horror settled and I down on her face. "I don't know which one never shall," she said. " What do you mean Y He came a step nearer. " Tell me why you have not asked me to be vour wife, while you still say you love me, and I will tell you." "Ion will not believe me. lou will think I urn a mere trifier." " Tell ine the truth, no matter how strange it is." " Well, I will. Somewhere in the world I have a wife living. 1 never saw her, I never expect to know her. I married her one night at her father's grave, with a revolver at my head. She was closely veiled. My captors and hers were in disguise. I love you, but a minister married mo to her. The rascals forced him to give her a regu lar certillcate; my name is in it. It is legally binding. I think it is even morally binding, since I chose it de liberately rather than death." "Guy Crawford, my nameis in that certificate, too, and the certificate is in my pocket. One of my cousins was the leader in that plot "which robbed me of my fortune. God only knows which one of tho three it was, except the coward hirelings who helped him. Had you tried to win my promise to be your wife without owning to this, I should have carried my secret to my grave with me. Rut I love you, and I have tried as hard as a woman modest ly may to win you. I think I have loved you ever since that terrible night when you became my husband. Are you satisfied to take what the gods have sent you V" CIIArTEIt m. Our closing scene is five years later. The marriage which had taken place in that rainy night had been supple mented by another ceremony a happy ono this time. The guilty man has died and has confessed his crime. The other two cousins have restored tho money that tho young wife should justly have. It is evening. Mrs. Crawford has just told the wonderful story of her self and her husband to an interested audience of neighbors and friends. "A natural question suggests it self," say a half-dozen in concert. "The question as to why you were not at the station to meet him, Clin ton?" says a practical mini. " My question is as to whether Guy Crawford would have found lifo its happy as ho has if Clinton had met him?" asks a speculative one. Providence and fate, chance and co incidence, each of these hud its ad herent in the group, and in favor of each there are questions asked. Up tho hill comes the manly form of Guy Crawford. Tho light of tho set ting sun shines around him. His boy Guy runs to meet him, and the wife and mother follows tho two with a I look of which father and son may well be proud. " Hark," says Clinton, " I hear the heart of my question beating up tho breeze." All listen, anil up tho hill conies the music of a happy and honest heart "Then to take whatever the gods may send, rutting to scrnplvs and doubts au end. Is the sensible way to live, my friend." A s the voice ceases Clinton asks, " Is the song true?" A natural question, dear reader, is it? Agricultural Yond rs. Stalks of wheat six feet high, with heads six inches long, are the pride of California farmers. A beautiful tuberose, with a stalk six feet high, is the property of Mr. A. R. Lutz, of Lancaster, Pa. The longest cucumber ever grown in the South was on exhibition in North Carolina. It is forty-seven inches long. The corn crop of Texas this year is estimated at 1-10,000,000 bushels. Tho value of the agricultural products of that State is $04,071,098. The largest tobacco leaf reported this season was grown by John. C. Dougherty, of Lauctister county, Fa. It is lorty-six inches long and twenty- seven wide. William Ffeiffcr, of Gunpowder, Md., exhibits it stalk of corn measuring six teen and a half feet from the root to the top, and ten feet two inches from the root to the ear. Griflin, G:i., has tho largest peach orchard in the South, containing 50, 000 trees and covering nearly G00 acres. Four hundred grafted apple trees and 5,000 pear trees stand on the saino farm. There are 12,000 head of Jersey cat tle on the Isle of Jersey and 6,000 on the Isle of Guernsey. The exporta tion from both are nearly 3,000 head per year. Several hundred come to the United States. A rose bush bearing over 1,000 buds is the pride of a garden in Cliarlestown, Mass. It is thirty-five years old, and it covers over 100 square feet of ground. A single stein had sixteen bud's, and stems having twelve, ten or less were quite numerous. At Your Service. Scene on railway platform at Hei delberg traveler to university stu dent: "Sir, you aro crowding keep back, sir." U. 8. fiercely " Don't you like it. Allow mo to tell you that I am at your service at any time and place." Traveler benignantly " Ah, in deed, that is very kind of you. Just carry this satchel for ine to the hotel." Moslem Forms nnd Ceremonies, The life of a good Moslem seems nil interwoven with forms and ceremo nies, and the law of the Koran or some such sacred words seems forever on his lips, mixing most freely with all secular matters. No action, however trivial, may be commenced without commending it to Allah. A Moham medan will not even light a lamp without blessing the name of ths pro hi!:. Even the cries of the street hawkers bring in frequent allusions to a spiritual market, as when the poor water-carrier offers a cup of cool, re freshing water to all passers-by, cry ing aloud, "Oli! may God reward me!" Whatever be the matter in hand, ono of tho company will cer tainly utter some such reminder ns "Semmoo," and his friends will reply " Bismillah," meaning in tho name of God. In truth, the fatalism of which we hear bo much seems little else than a Btrong faith; a power of living calmly as in the presence of God (just as the strongest practical characteristic of a poor Hindoo a iaith seems to bo a simple submission to the will of the Almighty, under whatever name he may recognize Him). So faith or fa talism seems well nigh to merge, nnd our own Scotch expression of " It was been to be" seems tolerably akin to the "Kismet" of the East. I remem ber an old housemaid being sorely per turbed at having knocked over and smashed a valuabla china vase; but a few minutes later she recovered her equanimity and exclaimed, " Wcel, weel ! it had been lang i' the family, and it was been to be broke !" so laying this flattering unction to her soul she went calmly on with her dusting. Lane, speaking of this continual allu sion to the providence of God, men tions that no Moslem will speak of any future event or action without adding, 'If it be the will of God." He explains thecriesof the night watchman, whose deep-toned voice resound through the dark hours. One man cries, "Oh, Lord! Oh, Everlasting!" Another says, "I extol the perfection of the living king, who sleepeth not, nor dieth." Ho tells, too, of a mode of entertaining a party of guests in Cairo bv the recital of a khatmeh. which means the whole of tho Koran chanted by men hired for the occasion. Just imagine inviting a party in London to hear the whole Bible chanted as a pastime, with an accompaniment of pipes and coffee. Mr. Lane' also speaks of the reverence with which the holy book is treated always placed on some 1iigh, clean place, where no other book or anything else may be laid above it. He attributes the Mohammedan's dis like to printing their sacred books to tho dread lest impurity should attach to the ink, the paper, or, above all, lest the ink should be applied to the holy name with a brush made of hog bristles. Worse than Jill, the book, becoming thus com mon, is in doublo danger of being touched by infidels. This dread of dis honoring sacred names extends even to the ninety-nine titles of the Prophet and the names of those near of kin to him. Thus one man will refuse to stamp his name upon his pipe-bowls because it bears one of the names of the Prophet, which will thus be made to pass through the fire. An other man, less scrupulous, is blamed because he lias branded his mime, which is also a sacred name, on certain camels and horses. The sin thus committed is three-fold : First, the iron brand is put in the lire, which is horrible sacrilege; secondly, it is ap plied to the neck of tho camel, causing blood to flow and pollute the sacred name; thirdly, the camel is certain some day, in lying down, to rest his neck on something unclean. This dread of casting holy things into the lire does not, however, seem to apply to such as can be consumed. A Mo hammedan, finding a fragment of paper covered with writing, will burn it so that if holv words should be i thereon inscribed, the flames may. bear them up and the angels carry them to ! heaven. Gentleman's 2fnja;iiif. How the Lion Kills 11 is I'lor. I once had a rare chance of seeinor a lion catch anil kill his prey in the I open daylight. While on a short hunt i to the north of AVaterbertr. in tho Transvaal, in the winter of 187-1, with a Dutch boer, we saddled up one after noon to shoot a couple of quaggas (Bun-hell's zebra) for our followers, quagga meat being pref rred above all others by the natives of that country. We had ridden a considerable routid without falling in with any, but about an hour before sundown we came across a troop of about fifty. Galloping up within shot, we fired, when one mare dropped. Reloading and mounting, we started after the troop, which had now disappeared over a ridge. On gaining the rise we saw the quagga tailing out in the hollow and commencing to as cend a second slope, one or two stal lions bringing up tho rear, as is usually the case. Cantering on, my companion suddenly pulled up and pointed out to me a lion trotting swift ly up across tho quaggas' line of re treat behind a few scattered boulders and low bushes dotting the slope, evi dently with the intention of securing the supper. AVe moved slowly forward, when the hindmost stallion, thinking we were getting too close, started after his companions at a smart caDter. It was now exciting. Tho quagga was close to the line of the lion's approach; a couple of seconds more and the dark mass of the lion's form shot out from behind a stone on his prey. In a mo ment the quagga was on tho ground. The lion left him instantly, moved a few yards distant and lay down with his head away from the quagga, twitch ing his tail nervously from side to side, us much as to say: "I have done that properly." Tho whole thing was done so quickly and suddenly that it is difficult to describe. The lion had not yet seen us, but riding nearer he turned and faced, looking rather put out at our appearing on the scene. At first he seemed inclined to bolt, but at last lay down, facing us, evidently unwilling to give up his game. Being anxious to examine tho quagga, nnd knowing my Boer friend to be reliable, we rode up to about fifty yards and dismounted. 1 held the horses, keeping my doublo rifle in reserve in case of accident. The lion, not liking the look of things, got up and walked a few steps toward us, growling savagely. I told the Boer to shoot straight, which ho did, hitting the lion With his old six to the pound on the point of the phoulder; the bullet passed out behind the other shoulder, dropped the lion on the spot. On ex amining the quagga it would appear from tho claw mark that the lion's left forearm was thrown over the wither and the claws fixed in the shoulder, tho right forearm's claws in the chest, the left hind claw had been driven into the flank a little below the level of the hip-bone, the right hind foot evidently on tho ground, thus holding the animal ns in a vise, while tho teeth had met in the neck about three inches or four inches behind the ears, smashing tho bone as effectually as a two-ounce bullet. My two front fingers met in the bite-hole. Death was instantaneous. Tho lion was a full-grown male with perfect teeth. On a previous occasion a riding mare belonging to a friend of mine was killed near Wonderfontein, Trans vaal, ono night close to the wagon, while on a blesbok hunt. The mare was hobbled when caught. The claw marks and the bite that killed were identical with those on the quagga, From all testimony that 1 could gather from old hunters during seven teen years residence in tho I ransvaal, and my own limited observation, would say that the lion uses his claws as a holding power and kills by bite. London Fuld. Tho Savage Gelnda. When a prize comes to be offered for the biggest, ugliest, most savage and ranst monkey, it will undoubt edly go to the Gelada that a New York wild beast and bird importer had in his place.- According to the authori ties on natural historv, the Gelada j grows to be as large as a man. If so, this specimen is only about half grown. I he dog-faced baboon is a beauty beside him, and even the gorilla is compara tively amiable. The Gelada's head is comparatively small, aft of his enor mous protruding muzzle, and looks ns if it merely held brains enough to fur nish tho malace that burns in his wicked little eyes. Not even an alli gator has more openness of expression than he, and such teeth as his not even a lion or tiger posses, llio canine fangs are a good inch and a half in length, keenly pointed at their tips and their inner edges aro almost sharp as razors. Travelers aver that his sprightly habit in combat is to " spring upon his enemy and bury his teeth in the throat, then to violently push the antagonist from him, cutting the throat to ribbons. The beast looks as if he would act in just that way, if he thought it was the meanest thincr he could do. His nose consists of two ugly broad nos trils with a double tube connection up into lus head. hen he wants to show his frightful teeth he flops his uppe lip back and doubles that nose over upon itself. On his breast is a largo lozenge-shaped patch of skin, bare of hair, which becomes brilliantly crim son when lie is very tincrv. It is nl- wavs rather red, for his temper i never good. A mantle of very long and thick black fur springs from his neck, and falls down over his should- ! ers. His arms and legs are verv Ion ; and powerful, his finger and toe nails i are like an eagle's claws in length and j sharpness, and lie can use either hands I or leet equally well in grabbing, tear- I ing or clawing a piece out of the hand j or clothing incautiously put within his i reach. lie is said to be an unconquer able and treacherous savage, capable j of no such thing as gratitude, affec ! tion or good natvre. What he pines ! for most is a fight with somebody. In j his native wilds, in thehigh mountains of Abyssinia, 0,000 to 12,000 feet above the level of the sea, ho revels in ! combat with the regular baboons of i thfl country, fighting with clubs, j stones, teeth and claws, nnd always coming oil victorious except, when there is nn overwhelming force against him. In captivity he spends his time plotting malicious things and lying in wait for chances to do them. There must be plenty of Geladas in Abyssinia, for the books of natural history tell us that "they are gregarious, and generally stay up in the' moun tains, but make incursions in very small bodies of 100 or 200 down to the lowlands, and do great damage to the fields of tho natives." Rut they are exceedingly rare in captivity. In Europe it has never been found prac ticable to keep one longer than twenty days. In its wild state it lives on snails, worms to get at which it turns over big stones and upon the cr ips of the exasperated farmers in its vicinity. Smokers of cigars in the cafes in some parts of Germany make it a rule to cut off carefully the end of the cigar before proceeding to smoke it, nnd to deposit the piece so severed in a metal box or tray placed to hold it in the cen ter of the room. Tho trays aro placed in the ciifes by a benevolent society which has numerous branches, and the aim it has in view is to supply a cer tain number of poor children with a new suit of clothes at Christmas each year. The statistics f urnished by nine teen of the brandies in the Rhenish provinces show that in 1881 no less than 4,500 pounls of tobacco were col lected in this way. This was sold for tl,200, a sum which sufficed to pro vide an outfit for over 1,700 poor children at an expense of about fifteen shillings each. The branches of the society are steadily increasing in num ber, and have doubled within the last three years. HUMOR OF THE DAT. It may be Bet down as an axiom that when a person grows fat he grows waistful. Late in life Georee Washington roda In his own carriage, but in his earlier ears he took a hack at tne cnerry tree. AVe sneer at the Siamese for wor shiping tho elephant; but think of the money tnnt is paid nere annuau ust to see it ! sa t u may a ign t. Charming frankness: "You have lovely teeth, Ethel." "Yes, George," y .... . . . w j. sho fondly lisped ; " tney were a jurist mas present from Aunt Grace." Fuclt. AVhen a man gets into a fit of tem per, do not nllow his example to be come contagious, for there is a law against counter fits. ISoston iran- script. It is said that trained dresses for evening wear arc coming uacic into favor. It Is verv evident that n tney were not trained it would be very hard for the wearers to manage them. Lowell Citizen. The difference: A young gilded (or, ns they now say, nickel-plated) youth ot New York ordered a pair of fanta- loons of his tailor and returned them as too tight. "You told me to make them skin-tight," said the man. " l es, said the youth, " but I can sit down in my skin and 1 can t in these. rvcu. A chicken at Alliance, Ohio, went to roost upon nn axle of a freight car. During the night the car was attached to a train, and when the feathered bird descended from his unsteady perch he failed to recognize the scenes of his childhood. He was in Lima, Indiana, and the man in whose garden the fowl went to scratching got into a fight with tho whole neighborhood by accusing everybody ot owning tne bird. Jlotton Journal. This country may not be ready to go to war with a foreign power on a day's notice, but she could soon find a substitute for cannon balls, provided there were a shortage in this particu lar. It is estimated that there are a million baseballs in this country, and if they were fired from a cannon at tho enemy the destruction would be terri ble. The American peace society might object to such an exhibition of cruelty, however, and want scrap iron used in their stead. Norrhtown Herald. Sad accident : "A man while shav ing accidentally cut off his nose. In his excitement ho dropped the razor and decapitated one of his toes. Has tily picking up the dismembered por tions of his anatomy he clapped thein to tho bleeding wounds and bound them on tightly. After the flesh had grown fast and healed up he removed the bandages and was filled with hor ror when he found a well developed toe in lieu of a nasal organ, and vice versa. Now, whenever he gets a cold, he has to remove his shoe anil stocking in order to blow his nose. Baltimore AmerU-an. The Head Hunters. The London Ttletjraph describes the murder of Mr. AVitti, the explorer, by the head hunters of Borneo: Mr. AVitti had, it seems, been making his way to the head of the Sibuco river. This region may be considered at pres ent quite beyond the active administra tion of the British Norlh Borneo com pany. The governor was not aware that Mr. AVitti intended to make so long and hazardous a journey. At tho same time, Mr. AVitti being an experi enced traveler, a brave man and on good terms with the natives generally, there was no reason to fear that ho might not go through the very heart of the country without molestation. He had made an important trip, and was, it is believed, on his way to Kimanus. Near the head of the Sibuco river he would be on the frontier of Dutch Bor neo, and in a region where Mr. Carl Bock found the natives unusually sav age and unfriendly. AVitti had a party of seventeen men. He divided them. Some nine or ten were told off to at tend to the boats. They were naviga ting a river and AVitti had bought boats from the natives. The wther men remained to push on ahead in company with the explorer. The natives had shown no disposition to hostility. Tho local chiefs (the tribes are, no doubt, the Murats, though one account says: they are Tandjoeing Dyaks) had hos pitably entertained AVitti, which is generally a guarantee of friendship. AVhih' his little party was preparing to move forward AVitti sat down to make some notes in his diary. Suddenly, from an ambush in the river, some three hundred natives, armed with poisoned arrows and spears, rushed upon AVitti and his men. Three of the lattei fell almost immediately. AVitti defended himself with his revolver and killed t wo of his assailants. The rest crowded upon hini, however, and speared him to death. Tho others of his party had already runaway, one of them, who was carrying AVitti's AVin chester rifle, taking it off in his flight. From a hiding-place they saw ono of the attacking party decapitate AVitti, while others cut off. the lower limbs of his dead attendants, flung thein, wjth the explorer's head, into a boat, and made off with tlic bleeding trophies down stream. They also carried off AVitti's papers and dispatch box. Salt lagoons are met with in several places in Apache county, Arizona, the principal ono being near the line of Kew Mexico. About 1,000,000 pounds are taken yearly from this lake, and with proper facilities it could be made to produce an almost unlimited sup ply. The salt is precipitated to the bottom of the lake, wagons are driven into shallow water aud the crystals shoveled in. Thus the supply for cat tle raisers in Apuche and portions of Yavapsi is obtained, in addition, to the large quantities required for the work ing of silver ores.