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THE DODGE CITY TIMES
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H. 1. KLAIKE, Zditor ami Publiiktr.
THROUGH THETTOQD. ;
Through the Avodftahds tribute day..
Drives the dusky night away? "
And the hill-top's pearly height .
Catches first the creeping light, '
And above the valley pale,
Slow the night-mists lift their veil
Then,irlth whistle clear and low,
Down the woodland path I go. . , .
Dim the dew upon the grass
Prints my footsteps as 1 pass,
Andlthe cowslip's carpet sweet
Crushes 'neath my springing feet,
And the Aa'gy-blossom's eye
Closes as my step draws nigh,
Istl'forulsehcr tiny cup,' "
Ere her lord, the sun, is up!
First I chirrup to the bird.
Ere from rest he scarce hath stirred;
Whistle shrill with laughing lip
Just to see the rabbit slip
Through the fern or budding clover
That his swift form closes over;
And with merry heart ring out
Now u carol, noW u shout
Thus I wander ere the sun
Half Its midday course hath run,
List'ning to the rorcst noises
Call of partridge, wild things' voices,
let with tenderest heart of all.
Where the cool dump shadows fall,
List'ning list'nlng as 1 go
To hear the brooklet's water tlow.
Plowing flowing 'tis n song,
Glad I'd list to all day long:
For it tells me. soft and clear,
Of a woodland cottage near;
And beneath that woodland shade
Lingering waits a brown-cwd maid;
Hasten, brooklet! whisper low
AM thy tell-tale wave doth know!
-William 3f. Hriuii, in Century Magazine.
HOW TOMMY WEST TO JAIL.
It was a hot morning in early .Tun p.
The Min shone brightly, the grass was
very green, and t lie saucy little dande
lions looked like dots of gold thickly
sHrilik'lp(l mi tlu trr-ica It u-ie -ill vii-
J bright and very pleasant, but Tommy
got very tired ot it all; so he thought he
would go and see Carry Young, who
lived just across the church lawn and
the jail-yard, and in a house, that Avas
really part of the jail, for her father
was Ihe county Sherilf.
So off he trudged a pretty little boy
of live years, with blue eyesand yellow
curls, wearing a brown Holland "dress,
with a straw lint planted on the back of
his head a pailful of dandelions in one
hand, and a wooden shovel in the other.
He had a tussle with the latch of the
gate, but at last he got out, and as soon
as he had tugged up to the top of the
church lawn', he saw Carry in the jail
yard, and he ran over, calling to her.
She was very glad to see him, and they
played together for a long time, till
Carry said she was tired and hot, and
was going into the 'office to get cool.
So they both went indoors. Tommy
.had never been in there before, because
his mother had always,- said that he
might play outdoors with Carry, but
muM not go into the house, But, this
time, he had somehow forgotten that
injunction.
The office was a queer room, with
two doors that went outdoors, and two
doors that went indoors, and two more
doors that were not doors at all," but
iron gates. Tommy went and looked
through one of the gates, and thought
it av:is the funniest place that he ever
saw in his life, for then1 was n. long,
long entry and big windows on one
side, and on the other many other iron
gates only they were little ones, not
nearly so big as the one he was
looking through. He pressed his face
against the bars, and wondered what it
was all for. When ho turned around,
Carry had gone, and Mr. Young was
just seating himself.
"Would yon like to go inside, Tom
my?" said Air. Young.
" Yes, sir. said Tommy.
So Mr. Young took down a big bunch
of keys ami opened the gate, and Tom
my went in. and Mr. Young swung the
big gate together behind him and locked
it with a great jangling of keys. Then
Tommy was seared, and he puckered
up his forehead ami mouth, and big
tears came into his eves. Mr. Young
was watching to see what lie would do,
and seeing, the tears, Baid: "Oh! 111 let
you out whenever you want to come."
Then Tommy felt comforted, .and
concluded that he would go and see
Avhat sorbof a place he had got into
for this little boy was very curious, and
always wanted to lind out about
things for himself. So he walked on to
the lirst little gate, and there he saw a
very little room with a bed and chair
in it, and on the bed was a man. who
seemed to be sound asleep. Tommy
looked at him for a little while, but he
didn't, speak to him, because ho felt
sure he must have a headache, or some
illness, to be lying down in the day
time. His mamma had headaches, and
then nobody ever spoke to her; so he
went on to the next gate.
There sat a man leaning forward, his
eyes fixed on the floor, and he was
thinking so hard that he didn't hear
Tommy at all as he came softly up
and stood still liefore him. The man
had "a -sort of red cap on his
head, and a long red dressing
gown, with a cord and tassel around the
middle. Tommy looked at him very
hard, and then thought to himself: "He's
as nice as my papa, and I guess he's a
Prince: thev wear long red gowns and
things.'1
The man sat very still, and Tonlmy
looked at him for what seemed a long,
longtime, and then he said: "Good
morning, sir.''
The man started so that Tommy
jumped, too, and dropped his shovel on
the floor. But he need not have been
scared, for the man had a pleasant
face and a pleasant, kind voice, and,
after looking, at Tommy for a minute
with very wide open eyes, he said:
"Why, how did you get "in here, and
how do you do?" -
"I'm very well," said Tommy. "Mr.
Young let me come in. Iplav with
Carry."
" Oh; you do!" said the man. "What
do you play? Ami what's your name?"
"Oh, lots o' things. Carry and me
has planted a garden. My nameVXom
my. What's vours?"
"Mine?" said the man. "Well, I
haven't any just now." c-
Thej- chatted on for a minute'or two,
and then Tommy said: "Let me in there,
I want to sit down."
A queer look came, over the man's
face. "I can't open1' the door, he said.
"You sit down on the floor."
"Why can't you open it?" And
Tommy looked very much puzzled.
"Because it's locked, and I haven't
got the key," said the man; and then
ae said, half to himself: "Wish I had."
" I'll get the key," and Tommy turned
to go back to the big gate. .
"No, no." said 'the Than hf a "quick,
sharp way, and Tommy looked at him
and was half scared again But by the
next minute the maiTlooked as pleasant
as oc nau. hi iinii, uuu u -iwiuiuy sai
down on the floor in front of the gate,
with his legs crossed in front, his little
pail of fading-dandelions on. one side
and bis wooden shovel on the other,
find, with UtUe dimple hand, on each
knee, prepared to have a nice talk
for Tommy was a very sociable boy.
He looked at the man very intently
for a minute, and then he said, with' a
solemn look in his blue 'eyes: "Have
you been naughty?"
The queer look came into the man's
face. again, and he said: " What makes
yoifthink so?"
(Cause once I was naughtyand my
mtttMtna sbut inevup -all alone-in.the
nurserv, and I didn't have a nice door
like this. I had a big, hard door, and I
couldn't see out at all, and I didn t
like it. Have you been naught' say?"
'ci'-VVell." said the man, "ves; "I'm
afraid f'have."
AVon'tyou be .good if they'll letyon
out?" And Tommy looked very seri
ous. The manJoplced at Tommy. He
looked at him so hard that Tommy
could only stare back at Mm; wonder
ing, what made him so, and then the
man said slowly: "I don't know."
"Oh, yes, you'll be good. Now, say
you'll be good, an' then you'll mean to
be good, an' you can come put," said
Tommy, and he shook his head so that
the yellow curls on either side waved to
and fro. The man didn't answer, and
Tommy went on. " Now, you see,
when my mamma shut mo up I was an
awful bad boy, 'cause I bit Ellen one
day 'cause she wouldn't bring up and
put on my shoes,-an' my mamma, she
sat down by the door, an' she said if I'd
say really I was going to be good 1
would be good, an so I said really I
was, an' she opened the door an' I came
out, an' I'm ureal good hoy now. Now,
you say yon 11 be good; really, an' then
I'll go tell my mamma, an' she'll open
the door."
Just then a man came up, and, open
ing a tiny little door m the gate, hand
ed the man a plate with something on
it.
The man took it and put it oil the
floor. " Have some?" he said.
"No, thank you," said Tommy, look
ing scornfully at the plate. "That
doesn't look good like what we have.
Don't you have chicken? We're going
to have chicken to-day. I saw 'em
when I came out.'
"No; they don't have chicken here,"
said the man, aiid he pushed away the
plate with his foot, as if he didn't like
the look of it.
"Well, now, you're going to be good,
aren't you?" and Tommy put on his
most coaxing and winning air.
The man s-it verv still, and then he
suddenly put his hand thiough the bars:
"Yes," he said, "1 guess I am going to
be good. Shake hands on it."
Tommy jumped up in such a hurry
that he spilled all the dandelions, and
put his little hand in the man's big one.
and put up his lips for a kiss, and when
the man had kissed him Tommy said:
"Now I'll go and tell my mamma, an'
she'll let you out." Then he picked up
'hi" pail and shovel, and said: "I guess
I don't want, those flowers. There's
lots out in our yard," and then he
stood still a minute looking at the man,
who was looking straight at him. Pres
ently Tommy opened his eyes and
mouth wide: "Why!" he said, "you
ain't going to cry you're too big.
Mamma says Pm too big to cry."
"No." said the man; "I'm not going
to cry" And yet Tommy was sure
that big tears were in his eyes. The
man put out his hand: "Shake hands,"
he said, "and come again some day."
"Why yes!"' said Tommy; "but
they'll let you out now 'cause you're
goin' to be good. I'll tell 'em. Good
bye. I'll come back right off." And
so he went, away to the big" gale, pass
ing the room where the man had been
asleep. But he was sitting up then.
" Ciood-morning." said Tommy, stop
ping a minute. The man lifted a sul
len, cross face, and said, in a very cross
voice: "Get out with you!" and Tom
my, fairly seared this time, ran to the
gate crying: "Oh, let me out! quick!
let me out!" And Mr. Young let him
out, and, before he could lock the gate
again. Tommy was running home across
the garden just as.fast as hisHegs could
carry him, and lie never stopped'until
he got safely inside the kitchen-door.
And then he was busy with his din
ner, and so busy after his dinner for he
went to the circus that he quite forgot
about his visit and the poor 'man that
was,loeked up, until lie was going to
bed; then he said: "Oh! Mamma, they
have such funny little beds in t'jo j-xl I ;
and, ' mamma, I forgot to tell you,
there's a man there an' he says he'll
be really good an' won't you let him
come out now?"
Tommy's mtither looked very much
surprised, and said: "Why, where iare
you been, my little-boy?"
So. although Tommy was very sleepy,
he told about his visit to the man. After
Tommy had finished his story, his moth
er held him very light in her arms for a
minute, and then said: "But, Tommy,
you know I said you mustn't go into
Carry's om!." i.-
"Well, I forgot,"' said Tommy "I
truly did, and I won't go any more;
only, mamma, do let him out, 'cause
he's goin' to be, good." Tommy was
very, very sleepy, lint he found time to
wonder, before he fairly went off into
dreamland, why his mother's e-es and
mouth looked so queer when she leaned
over and kissed him good night.
"Just like crying," he thought, and
the. next minute was fast asleep. And
at about the same time Mr. Young stood
talking to the man in the. jail.
"So you had a visitor this morning?"
"Yes," said the man, "and I spent
the best half-hour with that little fel
low that I've had .since I took up my
lodgings in this hole."
"Well, good-night," said .Mr. Young,
and he went on. r
The man threw himself on his bed,
but not to sleep; he tossed restlessly all
nightlong, and through thejong, nar
row window opposite the door of .his
cell the very same stars looked in upon
him that looked in on little Tommy,
sound asleep in his crib. He lay'flat
on his back, with parted lips and rosy
cheeks, one fat arm thrown over his head
and one extended along his side, with his
lingers thrust out of the bars of his
crib, that he might put out his hand to
find his mother's if he should wake
in the night
. A d ty or two after Tommy's visit to
the jail, the man, with whom he had
talked so innocently, and who called
himself Williams, was taken to the
court-room for trial. There was little
to be said in his defense, and the evi
dence against him was strong. He was
found guilty of robbing a safe, and so
the Judge sentenced, hint to five years
at hard labor in the State Prison at
Charlestbwn, Mass. He was taken there
at once and put to work.
Now, this man had never worked jn
all his life. His father was a rich
man, and - had, fpr years, given
him plenty of money to spend.
But he got into bad company, partly
because he always had plenty .of money
in""hls pocket,' and when he fell into bad
company his father refused to give him
any money, and then turned him out, of
his house. And he had. learned to think
it easier to steal than to work; and one
night health seyernl other men, robbed
a safe; and that was the way he got
into prison.
He suffered dreadfully when he was
shut up and made to work hard, and
never allowed to walk out except in the
dreary prison-yard. He tried very
hard to escape, but he and all the other
prisoners were toov closely watched for
that; and so, after awhile he gave up
trying to get away, and worked jr faith
fully,0 partly because? he was Jiappiei
when he was very busy, and partly be
cause he won the good will of all the
prison officers by so doing, and once in
a while obtained little favors from them,
such as a little longer walk in the yard
on Sundays, and, after a while, work
thatvas easier for him-to do.- -
So two years went by, and one bright
summer day oneof hisiellow-prisoners
came to Jii"mand told n him of a plot
among them, whicTi, if successfully car-'
: ricd. out, would give him ami several
more the liberty they so longed for.
But to cany out the proposed plot it
was absolutely necessary to kill one of
the prison officers; then they would take
his keys, and, before the. alarm could be
givVsn,"get safely away.
What a temptation it was to Williams!
He wanted so much to get out to breathe
the free, fresh, air again, for somehow
the air even in the prison-yard did not
seem fresh to him, and he was only
there for such a little while every day.
But to kill the turnkey! That was "a
dreadful thing to think "of "even! And
yet there was no other way to get out,
and he would be free yes, he vould.
So he agreed to the plan, and the la-t
night came. At the cell. three doors
below the one occupied by Williamshe
keeper was to be stabbed, and then
within an hour twelve men would be
free again.
It had been a very, Very warm day;
the air was close anil heavy and sultry.
Williams lay on his bed, thinking "It
is the last night," when he heard the
turnkey coming down the corridor on
his evening round of locking doors.
Every step took him nearer to death.
Williams knew it, eleven other"' men
knew it, and Jie knew that these men
would if they could kill the man who.
should even "offer to betray them. But
the keeper came on, whistling a tune as
he walked. The tune was common--place
enough, and worn threadbare by
endless repetition in singing, whistling,
and organ-grinding only the old tune
of "My Mary Ann;" but it. saved his.
life.
For, as the keeper. came whistling on,
Williams listened, and then noiselessly
sprang off his bed, while great.drops ot
perspiration gathered on his forehead,
although he no longer felt the heat, but
seemed to have grown suddenly ice
cold. He saw once more a little face look
ing in between the bars of his cell-door,
and heard a sweet young voice tbj
said: "Well, you're going to be goO'A
now?"
Why did he think of that little inno
cent face just at that" moment? Because
on that day when Tommy had been to
see him, and just after he had passed
out of sight, with his yellow curls and
big hat and faded dandelions, an organ
grinder in the street had stopped and
played that tune, and he had heard it
very faintly but clearly enough to for
ever associate it with Tommy and his
visit.
"Going to be good?" Yes, ho had
said he was "going to be good." And
yet that very night he was going to be
bad aye, worse than he had.evcr been!
Tommy's little face grew mora and
more plain before his eyes. "Going to
be good going to be good now"'
seemed to be shouted in the air a? Will
iam's stood leaning against the vail of
his cell. The keeper came on; he was
the next cell but one above at the next
as Williams' own; in a second he
would be gone it would be too late.
He had already shot the bolt and turned
the key, when Williams, stan ling in
the shadow, with his linger on his lips,
whispered: "Stop!" The keeper heard,
and halted with his hand on the lock,
bending his head slightly to listen, while
Williams, tremblingly and half under
his breath, told him all the' truth. Then,
as the low whisper ceased, the keeper
stared wildly for a moment, but recov
ering himself, said aloud, in careless
tones: "I'll get it for you," and with a
quiet, steady step walked back the way
he had come.
There was nothing strange in that,
for he had often went back for a book
or to attend to some question of a pris
oner, as it was his last round for the
night; and so the men farther down the
hall, who were in the plot, thought noth
ing of it, and waited. But when he
came back there was a tread of many
feet, and he had brought a strong
guard with him. The eleven men were
put in solitary confinement, and Wil
liams received from the Governor ol
the prison his most hearty thanks.
Within a month he was pardoned out
and once more free, and he really did
become a good man. He went away to
a foreign country, where no one knew
hisstory, and from that day to this he
has led" a perfectly upright life. And
this'is what came of .Tommy's visit to
the jail; and the story is a true one.
Kate B. -Foot, in St. Nicholas.
Roiling Broth in the Higher Andes.
InByam's " Wanderings in Chili and
Pern," appears the following remarka
ble illustration of one of the well-known
laws of heat:- "Feeling very cold, we
determined to have some soup to warm
us. and as we had plenty of meat and
onions, we cut them up, put them in a
saucepan with salt and. Cayenne, pep-
fierr-and set" them on to" boil." T only re
ate this for the information of those
who have not been to great heights,
those who wish to go there, and also of
those who, perclianee, .may believe; that
boiling must be the same "thing all over
the world. After our -soup has bubbled
away in the most orthodox style for
more than two hours, we naturally con
cluded that our 'bouillon' was ready
and the meat perfectly done, especially
as- the last had been cut into rather
small pieces; but, to our great surprise,
we found the water almost colorless,
and the meat almost as raw as when it
was first put into the pot. One of the
miners told us that it was no use trying
to boil anything, as nothing could be
cooked by water on the top of that
mountain; for, although the water bub
bled away very fast, the heat was not
great enough to boil a potato.
At great altitudes the water begins to
boil long before it arrives at the heat of
two hundred and twelve degrees of
Fahrenheit, and as water can not get
hotter than boiling-point, except by the
compression of the steam, nothing can
be cooked unless some safe means of
confining the steam be adopted. ' I saw
directly how matters lay, and, sticking
the lid tight on the pan, made it fast
with? heavy lumps of silverthat were ly
ing about, attaching them to the handle,
anoVputting others on the top of all. In
a .very short time the steam got up, and,
though it made" the 'lid 'jump a little,
tl. managed to get a broth, to the great
surprise or tne miners, wno goum no;
conceive h J was about. ' ."""
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Boys and Money.
Speaking ot boys, and teaching them
the value of, money, we know a man
whose two boys -had a pony, and, of
course, wanted a cart, and asked for
the money to buy it, not doubting that
their father, following his usual cus
tom, would give them all the money'
mey asKcu. lie naa long been study;
ing over the matter, having seen that
his boys were spending money with no
idea as to its value.. He thought this a
good chance to teach them a lesson
both as to how slowly money actually
accumulates, and how valuable it is
after it -is earned. So he told them,.
i.lind- out how much a cart SLud .thej
harness will cost. Go .to the factory and
shop and tell,what yoju want and learn
what it will cost. 'Then I will see about
itrvThe boys; notr knowing how long-
was the road before them, went joy
fully on the errand.- They found that
cart and harness would cost eighty-two
dollars, and came back in high glee for
the money, with visions of a flashing
cart and a prancing pony dashing
along the highway under their
guidance dancing in. their minds.
The faHier asked? " T)r von want
frhe cart so verv much?" and
the reply was, "we would rather,
have it than anything we have had in
our lives, and please, papa, hurry it
up." The father said: "Well, Ave' 11 buy
this cart a new way, and so that you
will know how good a thing it is and
how much it costs when you get it. You
shall each have a dollar a week until
you have bought the cart. It will not
take you a year to get it, if you do not
spend too much money." The little
fellows started ont bravely, not real
izing how long it would take. But it was
not long till they saw it was a slow mat
ter. Temptations came to spend a part
of the sacred cart fund, and they were
told to spend any or all of it, only that
spending part of it would put the cart
oil that, much longer. This- considera
tion would always tell, and a good many
foolish expenditures were cut off, such
as ten cents worth of candy when five
would do as well, or a thirty-cent ball
when a fifteen-cent one would do, and
two dollars worth of valentines Avhen
fifteen cents worth would answer. It
was jiot three weeks till the older
one said: "Goodness, I had no
idea money grew so slowly," and
till the younger ' one said: 'We
must earn some money of our own to
add to this, or we'll be too big for the
earthy the time we get it." So two
valuable lessons had been taught and
enforced in this way, and the little
chaps, realizing "how slowly money
grows," and how industry helps to
hurry it up, took to hunting up work to
do, so as to hurry up the cart. Friends
of the family, knowing of the matter,
anil sympathizing with the boys as good
hearts always do, wanted to help out
the fund. But this was forbidden. The
parental idea of the lesson of the value
and the slow growth of money would
not allow it. The cart had to be earned,
.and finally, and inside of six months,
by the endowment fund of two dollars
a week, and the earnings of the boys
themselves, it was earned. If it had
been made of gold it could hardly have
been of more value to the boys or to
the father. 'The practical lesson had
been learned, and ever since these boys
have known for themselves "how slow
ly money grows," and how doubly
sweet is anything bought with mouey
you have earned yourself. No boy
knows how big a dollar really is until he
has earned a whole dollar himself.
Tow a Slate L'cqisler.
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The Corn Dentist ami Plumber.
One of those mistakes that are liable
to occur in the best regulated families
made quite a laugh in a West side resi
dence a few days ago. The lady of the
house had been grumbling about a corn
on her foot for months, and her husband
had tried in vain to get her to consent
to haAre a "corn dentist" come up and
rmoATe it, but she was afraid it Avould
hurt, and she suffered along until Tues
day, Avhen in a moment of agony she
told the old man to send up his corn,
dentist as quick as he had a mind to.
He went down to his oflico and ordered
the corn man to go up. He had already
ordered a plumber to go to the house
and mend some gas fixtures that had
sprung a leak, and the plumber got
there "first. The lady gave orders that
if a man called Avith some corn tools, to
send him up to her room. The plumber
rung the bell, and on being asked Avhere
the Avork was to be done, the girl told
him to go up to the lady's room, and
the man wont up. He had a roll of
cloth A-ith tools in it, and as he put it
doA'n on the floor to unroll the tools,
the lady took off her slipper, and re
mpved her stocking, and placed her foot
on a hassoek. She looked at the
plumber's tools on the floor and almost
fainted. There Avas a big pair of pin
cers, and two files, and a lot of iron
things that, looked big enough to remoA'e
the corns from an elephant. The man
was sorting out the tools, and didn't no
tiqe the woman's fright until she asked:
"Is this going to hurt much? If it
is, I had rather sutler the annoyance."'
"O, no," said the man looking up at
the gas-bracket by the windoAV, which
hadar:ig AVound around the joint which
leaked, "I can sci-cav the cap onto the
joint, so the gas can not escape." She
looked at him ami Avondered why he did
not" go to AA-ork on her foot. He was a
great, big, muscular felloAV, and ho
looked as little like the Avay she sup
posed a corn-doctor would look as pos
sible. Taking up a big pair of pinch
ers, and-taking a match, to light a small
'candle which he carried,-! test leaky
gas fixtures, he said: -
"Where does it seem to bo the
worst?"
"There," says the little AA'oman,
bending o-er and placing her finger on
Ihe next' to the little toe. "Right be
tAveen those two toes. It is a soft corn,
and sometimes it makes me wild.
Now, do be careful, won't you," as the
man dropped his pincers and stood
back as though he had been struck by
lightning. Then he laughed out loud,
and said:
"Madame, I have been in the plumb
ing business tAventy-tAvo years, but this
is the first t'me I Avas ever called upon
to repair a broken joint on a Avoman's
toe. Excuse jwc," and he began to roll
up his tools.
'Heavens and earth!' ' said the woman,
"I thought you Avas a corn doctor.
There is the gas-fixture yon are to putty
up," and she went out of the room in
her stocking' feet to blow up the girl for
sending- a mumber to dumb a corn. The
corn doctor arrived soon, and did his J
work, and. Avhen.,he and the- plumber-
went out together they were having a
great laugh as they turned the corner.
When she tells her husband to send up
a man to do any work about the house
now, she stipulates that he shall not send
a plumber, whatever he does. PecVs
Sun.
m m . . .
Josh Billings has this playful ap
plication of , see-saw: Isaw'"a ,blind
Avood-sawyer. ' "While "none" ever sav
him see, thofawdjVhaye "seen h
WW. ' -
Hoses Appel's Wicked Brother.
Mr. Moses Appel was wedded night
before last to one of the fairest young
ladies in this community. The after
noon previous to the ceremony .which-i
indisolubly linked his life with that of
the maiden of his choice, hef;took " the
commendable precaution to ransack his
elegant store on Sixteenth street' 'and
provide liimself -with "the most elabor
ate and costlysupply of ""wearing ap-
parel in stock. Having carefully
stowed these goods in a "large trunk
which he ordered sent to his apart
ments, the young man thoughtlessly
confided to Ids brother, Mr. Jacob Ap-
-pel. the precautionary step.
"lurst impressions, Jake," said lie
philosophically, "are' -always the most
durable. "It 'is therefore proper that I
should at the vcryoutset jjt- nry-marri-monial
career impress, my bride with
thebelief that! am exceedingly dainty
in the matter of my apparel. Accord
ingly, I have placed in the trunk the
finest hosiery.linen, silk underwear and
other supplies I could select."
Mr. Jacob Appel grasped 'Moses by
the hand and warmly congratulated him
over his presence of mind, and Moses
walked out of the store and sauntered
up the street in a very delirium of -self-approval.
The trim figure of his
younger brother had no sooner
vanished from sight than Mr. Jacob
Appel's face relaxed into a
smile which, under the circumstances,
we feel justified in designating as fiend
ish, not to say diabolical. Having al
lowed this unhallowed smile to play at
hide and seek for a few moments over
his face, Mr. Jacob Appel called his
clerks around him and unfolded a plot
to them, thehideousnessof Avhich makes
us shudder at tho recital.
Yesterday morning Mr. Mose3 Appel
arose, and proceeded to make his toilet,
carrying on at the same time a solilo
quy intended for his bride's cars.
" I believe," said he, sotto voce, "I
will put on this French silk suit of un
derclothing, the gold and crimson Lisle
thread hose, one of .the English linen
shirts, a Parisian collar, and the purple
and chrome silk necktie."
With these impressive words, he
threw open the trunk. The sight that
met his gaze made his blood run cold.
Obstupuit. Yox faucibus luusit. Could
he lie dreaming? Was this some hor
rid phantasm some incubus some
nightmare? He pinched himself. He
rubbed his eyes. He felt his pulse.
There could be no mistake. He was
awake and this this Avas, indeed, a
dreadful reality! Tremblingly, he
stooped down, and nervously he began
lifting 'the contents out of the trunk.
Half a dozen coarse flannel under-shirts,
half a dozen pairs of unmatcd woolen
stockings, three cheap .colored shirts,
two pairs of blue overalls, half a dozen
fiery red neck-ties, and a box of No. 18
paper collars these Avere the dainty
articles with which he, forsooth. Avould
haA'e impressed his bride! He was non
plussed, dazed, staggered, OA'ereome.
Finally, it began to daAvn upon him
that it Avas a joke, and ho tried to
laugh ha ha, but his laugh sounded
more like'an asthmatic's death rattle.
It is sufficient to say that Avhen Mr.
Moses Appel reached Ids place of busi
ness yesterday the temperature of the
establishment rose so rapidly and to
such a height that the mercury fairly
boiled andbubbled in the thermometer.
Denver Tribune.
A Romance in Real Life.
In the Circuit Court yesterday, in the
ease of Bridget Condron against James
Riley and Mollie Riley for live thousand
dollars damages, claimed because of al
leged defamation of character, the suit
was AvithdraAvn, defendant, Mary Riley,
filing a retraction of all statements
made by her derogatory to plaintiff's
character, and defendants paying all
costs. The suit Avas filed October 11,
1882, and in its history, as detailed by
Miss Condron to a Courier-Journal re
porter, there is a tinge of sad romance.
The story is in substance tins: Edward
Barrett, "a young man jm ployed at
Turner & Day's ax-handle factory, had
been for some years paying lover-like
attention to Miss Condro'n; they became
ongaged-to marry, and preparations for
celebrating the nuptials Avere Avell on
the Avay, Avhen a dark cloud of doubt
floated across the horizon of the young
loA'er's hitherto boundless faith, and
broke the sweet dream of trust. This
doubt of his lady-loA'e Avas aroused in
his mind by damaging things told him
by her neighbor, Mrs. Mollie Cullin
Kile-. The parties all li-e neighbors
on SeA-cnth and Oldham streets. Short
ly before the timu set for the consum
mation of their happiness, the yOun"
lover, maddened by these whispered
stories of base infidelity on the
part of his sweetheart, A'cnt to
l,er- and demanded of her a con
fession or a denial of the slanderous
stories. She indignantly denied the
stories, and, leai'ning avIio their authoi
was, denounced them to that party"?
face. Barrett professed -his belief in the
truth of the denial, but said he desired
the fair name of the girl established be
yond a doubt by a verdict of the court
ere he could make her hh Avife. The
suit Avas brought and the result leave.
no room to doubt but that the charges
were entirely unfounded and should
never have been made. Now comes a
little, .sequel Avhich shows that Miss Con
dron is not only above suspicion in hei
character as a lady, but is tnvff to her
self and independent. Since she has
succeeded in fully vindicating her good
name, Mr. Barrett expresses a. perfect
Avillingness, she says, to giA'e her his
name, but as he, knowing her all his
life and after being a constant A'isitor of
hers for several years, could not belie-e
her in preference to slanderous gos.sip,
she expresses a determination never to
accept it. She thought, though, that
turn about Avas fair play, and as he had
let her make preparations ouce to
marry, and had failed to come to time,
she let him belieA'e firmly that she Avas
going to marry him until the day to
whicji the ceremony had been post
poned had nearly arrived, and then no
tified him that his preparations Avereioi
naught She says she has no ill-feeling
for Mr. Barrett, but he Avas unjust to
her, and she AA-ould not marry him noAV
if he AA-as the last man in the Avorld.
Louisville Courier-Journal.
-When young Hodge first came up
to town, his, father told him that it
would be polite, Avhen being helped at
dinner, to say to the host: " Half that,
if you please." It so happened that,
At the first dinner to which he- was in.
"vited, a sacking pig was on the dishes.
The host, pointing with his knife to the
pig, asked: " Well, Mr. Hodge, will
you have this, our favorite dish, or
a haunch of mu.tton?" Upon which,
recollecting his first lesson, he replied:
Half .that, if you please,7' to the con
sternation of all present. Boston Post.
T" "
A contemporary tells of a little'col
ored. J)ov who was badly treated, and
hong by the neck xintuhewas black
Hi th9 fftcey '
PERSONAL-ASD LITERARY.
Mrs. Booth, mother of the actor,
lives in Philadelphia. She has a kind,
sad face, and she loves to talk to her
Jjirds.
Rev.-John H. McHvain, formerly of
TVinPtnn' ( Vllonr hfis writtpn n. wriHr.
emtitled The ifisdom of Holy Scrip-J
fnw; ii' - n
A Ex-Sergcant-at-Arms John at.
French Avill enter the lecture field next
spring, his subject being "Ten Years
Among the Senators."
Miss La Forge, the young authoress,
died at Washington recently, of. grief
at the death of her betrothed, Lieuten-
anrChipp, of thc-Jcannette. -Washing-
ton httr.
Clark Russell, the successful novel
ist,.is. a.son. of JlenryJRus&dLjthejnusic,
al composer of "A Life on the Ocean
Wave, and father andon live together
in London.
Miss Lucy Larcom, in her lecture
on Avomen as" lyric poets, mentions Miss
Sigourney. Hannah Gould and Alice and
Pliebe Cary as the representative AA-om-en
lyrists of America. Chicago Journal.
J. R. Hollins and Miss Tina Smith
were married at Fort Gaines, Ga., the
other day, Mr. Hollins being an old
stager of seventeen who had been mar
ried once before, and his bride a four
teen year old girl avIio a:is going to
school in short dresses. Atlanta Con
stitiflion. Anandabai Joshee, a Brahmin lady
of high social standing, has come to
Philadelphia to study medicine so as to
practice in India. She is only nineteen
years old, and determined upon this
self-imposed ostracism for the benefit
of her sex. She is a graduate of Ser
ampool College at Calcutta. Philadel
phia Jtccord. .
Florence Marryat pays that Avheu
Dickens Avas Avritiiig " David Copper
field," and at a time Avhen its publica
tion in a serial form Avas about half
completed, an American firm procured
somebody to Avrite a conclusion, and
thus put a bogus book on the market.
The A'ersion of the story married David
to Agnes ratherabruptly. Dickens had
intended the same thing, but Avhen the
ncAA-s of this audacious piracy reached
him he fortlnvith introduced Dora and
made her David's Avife, Avith as little
delay as possible.
HUMOROUS.
A Yale student swallowed his dia
mond pin and is ninety-nine cents out
of pocket thereby. yorristown Herald.
A Western paper announces the
fact that an acrobat turned a somer
sault on a locomotive smoke-stack.
That is nothing. ' We knoAv of an en
gineer who turned on the steam. Chi
cago Herald.
Elderly philanthropist to small hoy,
AAiio is vainly striving to pull a door
bell aboA-e his reach "Let me help you,
my little man." (Pulls the bell.) Small
boy "Now you had better run. or avc
will both get a licking!" Flicgcnde
Platter.
An absent-minded editor Avrote a
Ioa'c letter and an editorial at the same
time. The love letter he sent out to be
set up in type by. the printers and a
long editorial on tariff to his girl.
There was fun at both ends of the
route.
Author's Avife, at Long Branch, to
her Irish maid: ' "I say, Honora, where
can Mr. Inkslashcr be? It is past lunch
time. What can be keeping him aAvay
so long?" Maid "Och! shure. don't
AA'orry, ma'am; he's only down beyant
there, at the baiteh, decomposin'."
Brooklyn Eagle.
The addresses of a certain young
man having been declined by a young
lady, he paid court to her sister. "Hoav
much yon resemble your sister," said
he, on the evening of his iirst call.
" You haA-e got the same hair, and the
same forehead and same eyes" "And
the same noes," she added "quickly. He
has stopped calling at that house.
The owner of a house near the
banks of the Seine, which had been
pretty thoroughly inundated during a
recent freshet, advertised his property
.for sale after the Avater had subsided.
A Aould-be purchaser presenting him
self, the proprietor began to detail thq
advantages of the house. "A superb
view," he said; " bath-room, billiard
room and gas every AA'herq." Then he
added with a strange smile: " And Aa
ter on OA'cry floor."
At a singing-school the other
night a young man Avas bragging about
the strength of his lungs, and invited a
girl in the company to hit him in the
breast. She said she A-as left-handed,
had been Avashing all day, Avas tired,
didn't feel Aery active, but at his
urgent request let go at him. When
his friends picked him up he said he
thought he Avould die easier lying
down. He had lost every recollection
of having any lungs, but the young
Avoman consoled him by admitting thta
she didn't hit him as hard as she might
haA-e done, because she rather liked
him. Chicago Tribune.
Our Glorious Country.
There are old men in Detroit avIio
couldn't, if put upon the Avitnes.s stand,
.swear to Avithin thirty days of the time
Avhen corn and potatoes should be
planted, Avhen grass is ready for moAA--ing,
what weather is favorable for
AA-heat, or, indeed, any other point about
farming and vet these are the men
most solicitous about the AA'eather and ,
the farmer. On the Wood want :iArenue (
ear yesterday Avas a pair.and they began:
"Awful storm, wasn't it?"
"Yes, terrible."
"They say it has ruined the wheat."
"Don' t doubt it, .sir. Wheat was just
in the right stage to be ruined."
"And it has kiUed all the fruit, I pre
sume?" "It probably ha3. I don't expect to
see an apple or peach this season."
V Must haA-e rotted the com?"
"Oh, of course. Corn Avas just in the
susceptible state. We shan't have any
corn this year."
"The farmer must be discouraged?"
"Entirely so.. My hostler Avas telling
me that the milkman told him that the
oAvner of the dairy had seen a farmer
Avho said he should plow up his orchard
and try to raise a crop of late potatoes."
"Indeed! Still, if we have a late fall,
so that Avheat can hold on to October, it
may ripen."
"Barely possible. I understand that
the hay crop has been frozen up."
"Do tell! Seems to me that our live
stock could be taught to relish frozen
hay, but I dunno. I think we may con
fidently expect a drought."
"And a famine."
"And thoe will probably be followed
by an epidemic which will sweep the
country. '
With this they settled back to enjoy
themselves, and neither one betrayed
the least interest when a passenger rose
up and inquired:
. "-Wonlt one of yon gentlemen please
arrrang-efor judgment day to come be
tween this and July 1, I,don't want to
live in this vain world over six 'TTeefcj
lonerr--WrH' Frtiftm
HOME, FARM A5D GARDE.
Cover plants Avith newspapers be
fore SAveeping. Also pat a little am
monia upon them once. a week. t
Small chickens can be made usefml
in a garde at insect caf chingVaslong as
thgy do fiot scratch ncAA-ly planted
ground.-- . Herald.
Tigs are anexcellent food' for in
valids. They arojbest if ..boiled .about
five minutes and" eaten hot about fifteen
minutes before breakfast. N. Y. Times.
In sowing melon seed, Joseph Har
ris' advice is to soav at least three times
'as'mafiy-asare needed; ano? reject thej
poorestj)lants. Thc'solf "should be
made as richas p'ossible. American '
tanner. .
A pretty heading for the top of a
miwliii-eurtatn-is made by- hemming
each edge of a strip of muslin and gath
ering it in tAvo places so that there shall
be a puff in the center and a ruffle on
each edge.
No other garden vegetable has
groAvn more or faster in public favor
than-the tomato. It is one of the most
profitable garden crops, if cultiA'atcd
right and got in market early. Cincin
nati Times.
Another Corn Bread: Take Iavo
quarts of milk, five eggs, half ounce ot
salt, one teaspoonful of saleratns, one
tcaspoonful of cream of tartar, tAA'o
ounces of butter, and Indian meal sufli
eient.to make a thin batter. Bake hi
buttered pans in a quick oA'cn. The
Caterer.
Stuffed Tomatoes: Cut off a trans
verse slice from the stem end of the to
mato; scrape out the inside pulp and
mix with it bread crumbs; season with
salt, pepper and butter; till the empty
shells and replace the covers: bake fo"r
half or three-quarters of an hour, and
serve. JV. J". Tribune.
A writer in the Country Gentleman
says the following recipe Avill cure hams
and beef: To four gallons of water add
six or eight pounds of fine salt (accord
ing to the length of time that meat is to
bo'kept), and three ounces of saltpeter,
with molasses or sugar to giA-c flavor to
the brine. This pickle should be scald
ed, but not boiled, and stirred till tlie
salt is dissolved, skimming off all the
rises. Apply hot; then the brine AA'ill
strike to the bone.
Having explained the scientific
principles involved, Mr. Mattieu Will
iams giA-es in Knowledge these directions
for boiling eggs: Take a saucepan hold
ing a pint of Avater and raise the latter
to"the boiling point. Then put an egg
in the boiling Avater, place the saucepan
on the hearth and leiwc it there "with
the egg in it ten minutes or more. An
egg so cooked, he says, will be tender and
delicate, CA'enly so-throughout, no part
being hard while another part is tcmi
raw and slimy.
T. B. Terry reminds farmers that a
"stitch in time" saA-os labor in looking
after potato beetles as avcII as in any
other business. By picking off the first
beetles that appear, the second crop
will be largely diminished. For those
which escape: and there are ahvays
some, he uses a pan Avith a handle and
a long paddle. With these implements
a man need not stoop, and can gather
from tAvo roAA-s at once, the tops are not
injured, and there is no danger of
poison. Exchange.
The Fodiler Corn Crop.
During July and August pastures be
come dry and brown and cows fall off
in both milk and flesh if some provision
has not been made for tiding oA-er the
time until fall rains revive the grass.
Fodder-corn has proA'cn an excellent
supplement to failing midsummer past
ures, and has come to be, especially on"
dairy farms, a staple crop. It makes
a heavy groAvth and thrives so much
better in dry AA'eather than most grasses
that its cultivation for feeding green is
increasing every year. A majority of
farmers noAV raise it by the acre and
feed it daily from July to September.
By groAving fodder-corn plentifully
farmers are enabled to keep their stock
off their mowing fields in early autumn,
and for this one object alone the fodder
crop pays.
SAveet corn is the sort generally pre
ferred for fodder. While not making
so large a growth as some kinds, there
is less waste in feeding than in tho
gourd-seed varieties, because cattle Avill
vat a large proportion of the stalk.
SAA'eet corn is, howeA'er, more difficult
to cure, being liable to mold, and for
this reason some farmers practice sow
ing field corn Avhen the fodder is re
quinvl for Avinter inc. Blount's Pro
lific corn, owing to its large yield, has
proven a popular sort in some .sections ,
for fodder.
For early feeding the first planting of
fodder corn rught, of course, to be
early. Much of the seed is put in, Iioav
ever,.during June and July Avith excel
lent results, as this crop thrives in com
paratively dry soil and in dry weather.'
Occasionally com for fodder is sown
broadcast, but as a rule the seed is
drilled in Avith sufficient space between
rows to insure free access of stir and
sun.-hine to the plants. A plan ap
proA'ed of by some of our best cultiA'at
ors, is planting in drills three feet apart
Avith about ten kernels dropped per
foot. Thinner plantings AA'ill produce
more fodder, but the quality AA'ill not be
so good. One and a half bushels of
seed to the acre will induce a yield
sufficiently thin to admit of the stalks
standing " up in ordinary summer
Aveather. When soAvn too thick the
fodder is liable to lodge under heaA'y
storms, losing afterward the beautiful
effects of ample sunlight and ventila
tion and often rotting, in consequence,
on the ground.
So soon as the plants are tAA'o or three
inches high a cultivator may "be run
close to the roAA-s. The crop, for best
resulLs, ought to be cultivated tAvo or
three times. The fodder may be fed
green Avhen two feet high.
The exact stage at Avhich fodder corn
ought to be harvested for winter use is
an important consideration. If cut too
early it has not a sufficient amount of
the albumoids, sugar and starch, to
make it nutritive, and loses much
Aveight in drying, because of the water
in it. If cut too late, on the other
hand, the cellulose, Avhich for the most
part is digestible, is changed into chide
liber, Avbicli is most indigestible, and
the external layer of the stalk that oth
erwise would be soft and easily masti
cated becomes glazed, and is thereby
rendered not only indigestible bat inju
rious to the mucus membrane of the ali
mentary canal. The stage, of flowering -is
accepted as the best time to cut other
forage crops, and corn appears to be no
exception. The role is to cut fodder
corn for curing in the early blossom of
the tassel.
A general -impression prevails that'
fodder corn, at whatever stage of its
growth, out to be cut previous to a frost.
When large areas of -fodder are grown ,.,
the wholesale plan of cutting it with a .
reaping machine "and gathering it like
hay, with steel-tooth rake, is pracUccKL
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