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I Wm. W 1 31 ? 4 M. U Volume xvii. Helena, Montana, Thursday, October n, 1883. HELENA WEEKLY HERALD. PUEM-HED EVERY THURSDAY MORNING. Terms of Subscription. WEEKLY HERALD: 0ne year......................................................?4 00 , 1S Months ..................................................... 2 00 Postage, in all cases. Prepaid. DAILY HERALD: ( , ts siiii-crihers,delivered by carrier,?! 50a month One Year. l»y mail......................................£12 00 sis .Months. " ...................................... 6 00 Chmi'iia of address will ot made promptly and' che<> fully, hut requests MUST give the post office FROM as util as the one TO which such change is de * !, rid. in order to receive attention. 4 £>All conimimications should be addressed to FISK BROS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. IOMING I ll KOI (.11 TIIE RYE." lust in sight, and scarce in hearing. of the hamlet's busy stirring, 1 ireamy, soft and low, Wave the rye fields' yellow billows, bordered with a fringe ot willows By the river's flow. H er anon from oft' their river steals a breath that sets aquiver All the golden rye, And the flow'ry censers swinging, \ 11 their mingled perfume bringing, As it passes by. Handsome, free from care, and merry, strong of arm. brown as a berry, He who reaps the grain ; \nd the sunlight gleam so brightly On the sickel, swung so lightly Tinkling a refrain. On the apple branches, swinging, Near their nests, the birds are singing 80 ft and clear hard by ; Or the wonderful, sweet trilling Sets the air «tremble, thrilling From the azure sky. Soft the song the bees are humming— Merrily somebody's coming. Tripping through the rye. Sweetest of the Scottish lasses; she. the barefoot lass who passes Trough the rippling rye. On her hair, with gold touched faintly. Sits a broad brimmed bonnet quaintly; Crimson is her apron. Blue her eyes, where mischief dances. ( asting most coquettish glances— "Coming from the town.*' Anti a body meets a body. Ami a body from a body Kisses takes for toll. Telling in the sunlight glory, Willing ears the sweet, sweet story— Ever new. though old. With her heart so in a flutter. How could she a protest utter? Can a laxly guess ? Half refusing, but relenting, To his plea the while consenting. Eyes and lips are saying—"Yes.'' No one nigh her sweet confusion To discover, no intrusion— "Needa body tell?" While her eyes are drooping shyly, Rosy checks he kisses slyly. Pausing "by the well." Never was a moment sweeter ! Life ne'er has a joy completer Than these kisses shy : Eyes of brown to blue appealing. List'ning to love's sweet revealing "Coming through the rye." Red the sun is lowly burning. Her fair hair to golden turning As they slowly stray Down the lane, through daylight dying. Saucy Cupid with them hieing Homeward on the way. AN UNPUBLISHED POEM. ALICE CARY. The years have turned over and over. Soft April and dew-dripping May ; since, all were a hank of red clover. Half ground and half sky stretched away, A little maid sat at her milking, And singing a love lifting lay. I p out of the daisy-draped edges That hordered the green milking lane. I'p out of the tops of the hedges. To list to the lilt of her strain, The hrown little heads of the wild birds Were lifted again and again. A fair sight it was to behold her. No shadow of care on her brow, The girlish arm bare to the shoulder. That leaned on the flank of the cow. • Hi. Mavtime, my beautiful Maytime! sav, how hast thou come to her now ? Draw hack from the window the curtain. Look 011 the bed where she lies; The shadows are cold and uncertain, The sun goes out of her skies. The sick soul, aweary of waiting. Conies up to look out of her eyes. she turns the years over and over. Clear hack to the Maytime gone by ; Clear hack to that cloud of red clover That shimmers half ground and half sky, And she cries from the depth of her anguish, "My Lord and my God ! is it I ?" WHICH ONE? Due ol us, dear— But one— Will sit by a !>ed with marvelous fear. And clasp a hand, DrowinR cold as it feels for the spirit land— Darling, which one? One of us. dear— But one— Will stand by the other's bier. And look and weep, And while those marble lips strange silence keep. Darling, which one 1 ' One of us, dear— But one— By an open grave will drop a tear. And homeward go, flic anguish of an unshared grief to know— Darling, which one? One of us. darling, it must be: It may be you will slip from me ; Or perhaps my life may be just done— Which one? LOVE AND TIME. Love ami Time one summer day Sat amt talked together; Love took up his lute to play And «ang in the golden weather. "Life's fair and brimming cup, sparkling, fresh ami mellow 7 : quart it gaily, drink it up, Time's a surly fellow! ' Time looked up and gazed at him. Half contempt, half pity; Calmly smiling, grave and grim. Thus took up the ditty. "All the world is growing gray, Sere, and hrown, and yellow. You'll be older, too, some day, Silly little fellow." Love rose up and ran away. Leaving Time in shadow, All the golden summer day. Singing through the meadow. ''Silly, silly, though I be, .There's no need to flout me, Though the world may laugh at me. It cannot do without me."' | I ] i I j * j j The Romance of the Pie. [Jos. Medill in Chicago Tribune.] "Do you like apple pie ?" The soft, sighing wind of a dreamy, one light-undershirt-and-no-suspender evening in June was kissing the Huffing mass of golden hair that surmounted Ethlyn McNulty's per fectly shaped head, and as she looked trust ingly up into the face of the man in all the wide, wide world to whom she had given the priceless treasure of her girlish, summer-re sort love. George W. Simpson felt the balm of her doughnut breath on his lips and knew that, come weal or woe, be the day radiant with the golden sunshine of Fortune or darkened by the gaunt, haggard ligure Despair, there would always be one heart that beat for him alone. Ere the last rays of an other setting sun shall again gild the eternal hills and such stray cows as happen to be standing around, a cassocked priest shall around his neck, and as it swashes mourn fuHy around the precincts of his soul his thoughts drilt back to the happy past when he was a merry, light-hearted boy with sore toe. Rut suddenly the touch of a da mask cheek against his own brings the rev erie to a close. A pair of bright, sparkling eyes—eyes that will soon be picking out bonnets at his expense—are looking at him, and he fancies that in their depths he sees a tinge of melancholly, a lambent gleam of no-caramels-for-three-days that goes to his very heart. "Yon are sad, my darling," he said, press ing her closely to the midship rib of his lar board side. ''Why do you look so sorrowful ?" "Because," she replies, "you have not an swered my question. 1 asked you if you liked apple pie." "Yes,'' he said, "I do. I am deeply enam ored of pie in every shape." Hardly had the w ords left his lips when Ethlyn's head droops and presently her lithe form is shaken by a storm of sobs. George is horrovv-strieken shock since the He has n „. felt sodTa Philadelphia nine won game. "Why do you weep, my precious one ?" h asks, bending tenderly over her. "Because." she answers him, her voice husky with grief, "I cannot make pie. - ' "Is this true ?. Are you certain there is no mistake?" "None, none, - ' Ethlyn moans, despairingly, "I cannot cook at all." "Then,'' he says, raining a shower of kisses on the upturned face, ''you are more precious to me than ever.' One W ay of Playing Poker. JPortland Oregonian.] William Petty was arrested yesterday for creating a disturbance in an up-town saloon. He was taken to the city jail, and upon be ing searched, there was found on him, among other things, two United States coins! muti lated in a most peculiar manner. One vvas a twenty-dollar gold piece and the other a sil ver dollar. Upon one side of each coin was hollowed out a place nearly equal in size to a five-dollar piece. In this was fitted a couple of springs which connected with a sliding piece of the rim, and which were intended to hold within this hollow a small mirror: thus, while lying undetected on the table at an angle ot forty-five degrees, behind a stack of ■ -l • • f similar com, in iront ot the dealer, the latter could, by a little easily acquired skill, know by means of the mirror to a certainty every card held by any one or all of his opponents. A man who should chance to play in any game where this little "racket'' vvas being worked by a successful "greek" would he ab solutely giving his money away without even having the excitement of a possible chance for winning. This game is not unknown to professional gamblers, but probably is to the general public. The coins in the possession of Petty had evidently never been used, and ennui litt Ip fault nhv nt thpm hrom/ht the some little fault about them brought , he conclusion that they had only just been made. The work was evidently done by a jeweler or some other skilled mechanic, as a novice could not have prepared them so neatly. Underground Russin. The Russian author Stepniac is a Nihilist and he writes about Nihilists—a conspirato against human life writes of the exploits ot other conspirators. Of course, he discloses nothing which was not known before. He puts his facts and propositions into more corn - , .1 i . . ... pact lorn., ami m that way mvites a more extensive reading. But alter one has read reading. all that this conspirator has to say, the im pression remains that the attempt to revolu tionize the world by dynamite—by mere brute force—can never be less than a dreary failure. There is nowhere disclosed any illu minating power. There are no great moral ideas to be patiently worked out for human ity. There is that "sort of fanaticism which is closely allied to disease. We have a review of what has been done, and some hints of the future. The diabolism of the Nihilists is justified on the assumed ground that the Russian Government is so corrupt that there is no way of bringing about any reform. Now there are frequent instances where reforms have been accomplished by revolutionary means, hut at the bottom there were great renovating principles tak ing hold of the moral convictions of the peo ple. In the place of faith in the Nihilist movement we have fanaticism, and in the place of hope and patience we have madness and brutality. If there is any philosophy in Nihilism, as here exhibited, it is that which strikes out charity patience, and faith in great principles founded on e\ er as ing truths. That is the hapless and unrelieved side of a revolution which shuts out the light and gropes blindly and madly in the darkness. - — --- A Modern Snake Story. Pshaw," said the Yankee hatchet-thrower, _____ ? ____________________ the snake stories that are going about are all too thin. Why, look here. Last spring I went out into the woods. I took along an umbrella, which I laid down on some rocks, Well, about an hour afterward I went to get my umbrella, as it had begun to rain a little, I took hold of the handle, and as I gave a --- , little shove something began to tear, and, as the umbrella flew open, a live black snake fell to the ground, split in two from its head to its tail. The confounded critter had actual ly swallowed my umbrella, and I never no ticed it until I shoved up the thing and split the from stem to stern. The Drama in Wyoming. [Laramie Boomerang.] A very sad thing occurred at a late per formance given at Laramie City. at Laramie City. At the in close of the last act one of the principal per formers dies instantly. It is the duty of the au dience to rise, pick up its umbrella and walk home. Sometimes, however, the audience is not familiar with the play and does not go home. It waits for more death and carnage before its awful thirst for blood is ' ' ;lutted i That was the case at Laramie two weeks ago. The stage hired man, who hauls the j dead off into the dressing- 100111 , waited pa or tiently, but the people would not go. In of order to get the full benefit of their dollar they desired to see the post-mortem examin i ation. They could not go home until it had been settled that the villain was fully and be thoroughly dead. There he lay, with his ear against a kero pace. The curtain, though loaded at the I bottom with a telegraph pole, failed to come down, and the legs ol the avenger and other a members of the troupe flitted past the space left by the unruly curtain, and the dead vil ; lain lay on his back, having yielded up his life four times that same week, in the same manner, beside carrying the heavy trunks of the beautiful actress up two flights of stairs for her in three different towns. of As there were no programmes people look ! ed at each other and wondered. They knew that this man was undoubtedly dead, hut whether the company had a fresh one or not was the question. ?" j Finally two adult members of the troupe came forward and pulled down the refractory curtain. Then the manager advanced to the and in a voice choked front of the stage, with emotion, said : "Ladies and gentlemen, we would be glad to massacre some more of our troupe it we 1 could, but we cannot afford it. In a one stand town one man is about all that we can I yield up to .he cold Our that the play is now over. You can go home with safety and we will attend to the re mains. We have every hope that the young will be able to draw his salary next ; week, and that we may win him back to joy i and health again. He has a good constitution, a fair appetite, and we feel like trusting it all to the future. We regret to see you go, but as thejanitorisblowingout thelightsand it is getting pretty well along into the shank of the evening we must say good-by to you, hoping that (luring our absence the Laramie opera house company will decide to assess its stockholders, purchase some more wickes for the footlights, put the old piano out of its misery to ! room „ . , town will teel more segregated, as it were, a an d separated from the great, vulgai wor (. j ♦ *° , to to A Strict Knapsack Drill. [Detroit Free Paess.j "A. L. B.," of Westfield, Ind., sends the following anecdote of his military ex perience : Let me give you an anecdote of some of the jovial and lively hoys whose presence in of - ... , - * u u.u „ a a company did more to prmote health and : • J , 1 . happiness than the hospital quinine and _ opium pills. In the old Twelfth Indiana regiment there were four or five of these kind of men, lull of life and fun. Here is one of Enoch Taylor's ''gouge games," as he called it. If Taylor is living he knows it is true, and I hope he will forgive me for using his name. While at camp in Darnestown, Old., in , 1861, an order was issued for knapsack drill every afternoon. The men were required to . » . •_ . _ pack their clothes, etc., if going on a march, ! aufl drill in that shape for Atto hours. ^3 I a a the regiment was formed, Col. W. H. Link, : riding down the line, observed a few straws protruding from the top of Taylor's knap The Colonel reined up his horse 'What have you got in your knap | sack, with, sack ?' "It's straw," said Taylor. "What have you got it there for ?" "Why, Colonel, it ain't as heavy ci ithes. want yon in the ranks with everything you've got. Do you hear?" "All right," said Taylor : "I always obey , ord „ ^ he walke J t0 his tent J Th ' e , „ . J , , ------ "Go to your quarters, and to-morrow I __i.____ • _____i___________ xl: ___ a next day he happened in line with a knap sack well stuffed, his overcoat and blankets I forming a roll about the size of a ten-gallon keg and long enough to extend six inches he yond his shoulders each way, causing him to | occupy the space of two men in the ranks. The Colonel rode down the line , Taylor s appearance caught his gaze, and he halted ; in front of him. "What in thunder is the matter with you ?" "Nothing at all, Colonel," says Taylor. "You told me yesterday to bring everything I had, and I've done so." Colonel—I should think you had. Taylor—Jes' so. Colonel—Do all of them belong to yon ? Taylor—Yes ; hut I forgot my frying pan ; it's down to the tent. Colonel—For God's sake go and get it, and when you get it stay with it. Go to your quarters, j "AH • Lf « c rr . a T , . All nght, says Taylor, I always obey orders. I'll go and write to mother while you drill, and I'll tell her about this, and hereafter \ don - t aim . t0 be imposed on '/ l carry as big a bundle as anybody, and ■ t it 6 J J ' j ' , ,____ A Famous Cook. A Trompette, Gambetta s famous cook, is riOW Hying retired in Touraine, where the ex-cooks of the ex-Queen of Spain and the _ _ Empress of Russia are passing the evening of their lives also. Trompette has had three toes of his left foot recently amputated for gangrene. He was offered 60,000 francs and a staff of twenty-five assistants to direct the feasting of the Czar's coronation, but de a dined. Trompette's greatest feat was the ; ^ dinner given in December, 1881, when Gam betta was Prime Minister. Of 150 guests, 57 were diplomats; the dinner was superb, The Turkish Ambassador was of the opinion that Trompette ought to be appointed, after his death, head cook in paradise, and it was approved nem. con. MISSOURI'S OLDEST MANN. An Associate of Daniel Boone Cele brates His 100th Birthday. ; | Globe Democrat, Sept. 16th.] | independence doubtless can boast of the 0 ] t \est man in the United States, in the per gon 0 f Christopher Mann, who with his posterity celebrated his 109th birthday on stptember 10th. Since 1843 this aged man farm, superintending its cultivation. In honor to the aged sire who has so long known this State as his home, and sustained __________________________ j __________ 1 sucb an enviable reputation, the children of him and the neighbors visited him yester day am i surprised him most agreeably by t h e i r presence and a repast spread upon the lawn. Mr. [Mann, though his mind has been considered somewhat impaired, fully appre 1 , 0 ^ nn -1 form nnp nnfl rmp-half miles has lived on a tarm, one and one nail nines north ol the city, and yet has in control the nlainlv seen to be emotions of pleasure. He was surrounded by children, gran d c hildren, great-grandchildren, great g rea t-grandchildren and his loving wife. wbo -with, him has shared "nil life's joys and ! S0rr0 ws." Has been married twice, and is ( tbe f atbe r of twenty-six children, seventeen I of whom are now living, the oldest being , an( i the youngest 17. Forty grand j cb i b 7 ir en, fourteen great-grandchildren and j five great-great-grandchildren claim him as i their a ncester. Four generations from him were represented at the meeting yesterday. ^j r ]\j ann j s enjoying good health and ap j pare utly will enjoy many other anniversa ries of his birth, which occurred in Virginia, j n 1 h 74, at a time when Virginia had not ■ v> een divided into counties. In Kentucky be ]j ved and was an associate of Daniel Boone. The Man who did not Want Favor. [Brooklyn Eagle 1 ] "Well, how are we all to-day ?" asked a fhe^amS s^appe,? .Üe editor „„ .he back. -Hard a, work. I ; i see, getting out the greatest paper on the North American continent.'' "Been arrested for being drunk and dis orderly and want us to leave out the item ?" demanded the city editor, eyeing him sus piciously. "Good enough !" roared the chipper man, in convulsions of merriment. "That's one of the best things you ever got off. - ' "Must be worse than getting drunk," mut tered the city editor. "I say, is it a little defalcation, and you desire the withholding of public opinion until you can have an op portunity 7 of being heard in the courts ?" screamed the pleasant man, "Better yet ! " " Let U P' 01(1 .. ~ , ... ... , ..houldn l w onder it hed d been committing murder and don t want anything said about it until after^ the inquest. W hat do > 0,1 want us to do ? "Nothing ! I just dropped in to see the men who get the paper which lias afford ed me so much pleasure for the last tvven > years. I wanted to take them »y the am and tell them how much they are doing lor the public aud how highly I, tor one, appre eiate their services. "Is that all ured the city editor hanging his head. "1 must he losing my rm gnp. I need a vacation. There's something wrong with my head. Look here, I don't want to think I'm going crazy. Can't you wind this business lip by asking some little favor, so I won't think I've got softening of the brain ?" "Why, if you feel that way," replied the , c ity editor with interest, y° ur mind you might state in y icctiD f'hnf T am nKinf f A ADPn n tl 1 j uu mai »aj* icpucu tue stranger, sobering down and regarding the * ' b If it ^ vi]1 r eü eve __ our next issue that I am about to open a new paint I shop on Fulton street. Would that—" : y° u know, said the city editor, as the office boy finished sweeping up there ma ^ as 01 pleasant man, do yon know, I think I must have a vacation anyxvay ? I never thought of the puff dodge ! It never occurred to me. I supposed he was on the leave outlay, and he had all the symtoms. I, T f i a f . . but I never thought ot the puft racket for a moment. I m overworked and I m going to ? e r< T' . ' J 2 *, y 1 • gloomily to liis desk and bnned himself in thAncrht r ten« t ip tirer timp hp hnn PVPr thought. It was the first time he had ever been left on the object of a tafiy call. Wonderful Presence of Mind. "Right here in Milwaukee Bay, about thirty years ago, a friend and myself had started out for a fish on the pier, and had taken our^gunrafonglo shoot'ducks. Well, | we hadn 7 t 6 been there long before I in some way lost my powder horn overboard, and it gank j n thirty feet of water. There it lay on ; the bottow in plain sight My friend said he would dive for it. I noticed he take off his powder horn, and before I could call attention to it he was in the water. I j waited about twenty minutes-" j "Twenty minutesl" they all exclaimed. j "That's the exact time, my friends. I held | watch in my hand and timed him. ; my watch in my After twenty minutes I began to get a little nervous, and looked over the side of the boat, an' what do yon think I saw?" "I suppose your, friend laid on the bottom of the lake drowned," ventured one. ; 'No, you are wrong. Here is where he I showed his presence of mind and thieving disposition. There he sat on the bottom of the lake pouring poavder out of my horn into his own, and whistling. That's what I con sider a remarkable incident of a man's pres ence of mind." No reply was made by any of his listeners, hut each one quietly got up, looking sus piciously at the story teller, and left him I alone, master of the situation. The failure of the washerwomans strike in Augusta, Ga., is thus pleasantly alluded to by a local paper: "Yesterday afternoon about 5 o'clock the city was threatened with an ea 7 ent which almost curdled the starch in the shirt collars of the community and froze the soapsuds in the bluest veins. It was a j commotion which concerned the very exis- ; tence of society,andhadit not been forwantof a proper head or more thorough organization, dissolved like borax in the summer sky, the peace of the State and cause of civilization would have suffered a serious shock." When a Georgia editor sets out to fill space he can do it. i A FALL OF 8,000 FEET. The Frightful Experience and Miracul ous Escape of an Aeronaut. [Pittsburgh Dispatch, Sept. lJth.J > l'rot. G. A. A\ amer, an æronaut, who been making balloon ascensions Iront the ex .position grounds in this city, had a thrilling on experience and miraculous escape from death this afternoon. His balloon was somewhat ' 1 ' ~ ......* In of by last damaged in landing alter an ascension considered safe and short e\enin„, out was considered sale, ana snori ly after three o'clock this afternoon Warner seated himself on a trapeze below the basket and the balloon was let go. It arose rapidlv and was soon out of sight. Warner, when last seen, was hanging from the trapeze bar with his toes. An hour later persons living Locock street, Allegheny City, were startled by a rushing noise, and in another moment the canvas and cordage of the balloon æronaut under emerge from of 1 Uie ' vrcuii >uui 1IC U1U > iluu >Yil3 comparative ly unujured. He said that when the bal ^ 0 U ve h ^Verrth (1 thrcanvass coHansed sud above the earth the canvass collapsed sua denly. fortunately tor Warner, he vvas is tae basket, and although the rapidity ot descent at first was mgbttul, he was a ile gather the cordage in his hand and eon ' ert the canvas into a shape lesembling huge umbrella. I he air caught this, as the descent ol the last «>,000 teet was gradual that vv'hen terra^firma was réarmai j it was without any violent jar. Warner estimates the time of the descent at nine minutes. He will go up again to-morrow. Particular About His Society. [Brooklyn Eagle.J "Say, mister," said a red-headed man other day, approaching» gentleman who just alighted from a car at a station to a .Üe I ! ?" j j of i i i | "That hair is perfectly natural, said with an uncomfortable cure a sandwich. "Say, mister, are aeqainted with the lady you were sitting with?" "Certainly, sir," responded the gentleman, indignantly. "That is my daughter." "Then you must know all about her, - ' con tinued the red-headed man, confidentially. "I say, is them teeth o' hern natural?" •'They are. sir," replied the gentleman, pressing his emotion. "And that hair, is that hair hern, or is it ; wig " gentleman sternly, itching in the vicinity of the foot. "You don't tell," smiled the red-lieaded man in raptnre. "I say, does she paint, or that her own color ?" "She does not paint, and that bloom are good enough to notice is the flush modesty,'' answered the gentleman, prepar ing for the worst. "Why do you ask these (questions? "Because, if all you say about her is true I don't mind sitting alongside of her myself, btd if you a re giving me any steers on racket> aU(1 j t in to it, I'll hoist you 0,1 t he girl right up the stovepipe without stop ! ping to ask where you come from or where - re j to And wh f Q the gentleman lifted him > , >,latf v >rm with his boot the red-headed man go t up and announced with a smile lor tfaat he kn ^ w the kM was all niade lip from an( | ke - ( ] ( i 0 gg e( j if he was going to "set'' by a curiosity that a man had of fight for, not as long as there was a dog the baggage ear that he know was genuine. Saving the W heat. Just when the reapers ought to have been at work in the wheat fields of Michigan was raining every day, and a dozen times day, and farmers were a blue lot. Sunday - nnrl it was a clear fair dav Delhi j . 1 T ', , e ^ ' , • ! m Ingham county, a fair-sized congregation as I I had gathered at a country church to hold the usual service, when the minister arose and said : "Brethren, the Lord has finally given us fair day." He paused here and a couple of farmers slid out. "He has given us six days to work and to rest, hut during the last week you have rested six." . i Here four or five more went out, and a , turned t0 the few left and con tinued : to : „ A farmer w]l0 has forty acres of wheat aching to be reaped should realize that in J ord b knowg tha £ no man C an worship Him i _ * it on an empty stomach." The last farmer started for home, and good man looked over the women and ehil dren and said : "Old Mrs. Radwick is nearly blind, and Deacon Johnson has no wheat out. I guess the three of us can visit with the Lord well that he won't hear the rest of you driv ing the reapers and loading the wagons." ---- Sar#ines. Nearly all the fish eaten in Americe sardines come from Maine. They are small didn't,----------------------- ---________ herring. Sometimes only a bushel or two I j are taken at a time, and at others so many j as to endanger the net. The degree of dex j terity with which they are cleaned is aston | ishing, especially as it is done by very yonng ; children. After this thev are placed large gridirons and suspended over a tot fire to broil. The boxes are prepared with attractive French lahles indicating olive oil, but this is false, as the oil is cotton seed. ; The packing is another operation at which I the little people are expert. A fish is siezed in each hand and laid lengthwise in the box, of first a head at the outer end and then a tail. After the boxes are full a small quantity oil is poured in, and then they are passed to men who solder them tightly. They are next thrown into an immense caldron, where they are boiled two hours, thus corn pleting the cooking process and disolving I the hones of the fish. One of the establish ments in Lubec prepares about 4,000 boxes __ towns. The actual cost per box, including all expenses is said to be five cents. ------ What old Violins are Worth. A recent sale of violins has created un a j usual interest. The "Spanish Stradiuar ; ins," brought to England by Ole Bull, made daily, and there are nineteen such places in Eastport, besides many others a / seaport - ----------------- by Atone Stradivarius in 1687, sold for £500. One made by Joseph Guarnerins in 1738 fetched £290; another, dated in the follow ing year, £245. A violoncello, which be longed to George the Fourth, and afterwards to the Duke of Cambridge, by Francesco i Rngerins, was sold for £330. ! has, ex death last -----, . religious editor, t .^r t t ju j j. n CAMP .MEETING POKER. The Religions Editor Runs Against Three Jacks "Cold." (Brooklyn Eagle.| "Look here!" exclaimed the managing edi tor, glancing up at the religious editor. "What is this item ou your bill of camp meeting expenses, of $10 for extras? You've put in grub and rum and billiards; and what was that $40 for ?" "Don't you want to allow it?" growled the when bar in fell it. from Not till I know what it's for," replied the managing editor firmly. "I don't mind a little leeway for extras, but 1 see the item before the audit goes in." "Well, part of it was three sevens against three jacks," grouted the religious editor. "Can't I raise a jack pot open on threes without being subject to suspicion when I get home ?" and the religious editor threw r himself back and regarded his chief with withering scorn. "Am I to un derstand that, when I sacrifice :m>sell at a bal- ^aJXiden cbanœpass by andfoUto sud- 1 rescue my ante, just because a managing edi sua in the v „ to u ' , cold 9 " inuuired the managing eon- ; 1101(1 em told ' inquired tne managing a and so : nine the . had g op to « ,e_ S ulbjeet. He took pro- tûree cams ' anrt tnen tor doesn't understand the rudimentary rules of the American stepping stone to salva editor eagerly. "Well, I should stutter," retorted the re ligious editor. "It was my open and I passed on three sevens. It went around to the presiding elder, and he popped her for half the limit. They all came in, and I raised it. Wasn't I right ?" "Well, I should gasp!'' returned the man aging editor. "How much ?" "I just gave him the limit until I could see what he drew," replied the religious edi I knew he was draw ing to a pair. A supernumary out of a job took one, hut as he had passed on the open, I knew he was drawing to a short Hush or straight, and I took my chances on him. Another exhorter took four, and I was sure I had him beat from the start." "Right you were," commented the manag ing editor approvingly. j "The elder whacked the limit at me, and I shot it back. Then in comes the four card ! man and tops the gang. Out went the elder on his opening pair of queens, and the super the ™merary tied at sight. Wouldn't you i have slapped it at that exhorter who drew lours ?" you sitting con re it a or is you of these true the and stop where off smile from going to in been it per • ' hold arose us a ''Four dollars to doughnuts," conceded the managing editor, eA ery drop of blood in his i veins boiling. ''And so I did. The draw hadn't helped me any, but I let him have it, and back he come.'' "Sock it to him!" roared the managing editor. "Did you let him have it back ?" "Thai shows how T much you have played poker at camp meeting," snarled the religious editor with contempt. "You bet I didn't. I called him. and when he laid down three jacks I never winked, but I jumped that game quick. - ' "Think it was put up on you ?" asked the managing editor. "I can't swear to it, hut I think the heathen stood to win on the deal," replied the religious editor solemnly. "Shouldn't wonder,'' ruminated the man aging editor. "I'll allow that much of the $40." Some Facts About Railroads in India. Some facts about the great railroad in In dia, the Eastern India Railway, running from Delhi to Howrah, and Delhi to Bombay, are given in a recent number of the Railroad Gazette,. The road is more than 1,500 miles long, and a third of it is double track. Its passenger traffic last year w 7 as sixty per cent, greater than that of the New York Central, which has a larger passenger traffic that any other railroad in this country. All this bus iness was done at the lowest rates known in the world, for the people in India are very poor. The average passenger rate was less than two-thirds of a cent a mile, or at the rate of fifty-seven and a half cents between one have ^ ew York and Philadelphia, and $21 from New 7 York to San Francisco. And yet no he less than niLety-two per cent, ot the passen ë ers traveler third-class, and less than one wheat halt of one per cent, first-class. The freight the traffic was about a third as large as that of Him the Central, and the rate nearly twice as i ____ a . ti* xl, t m _ •» i -* 8 reat - If the Lake Shore had carried its the passengers and freight both at East India ehil- j rates, it would have lost three millions on passengers, hut made twelve more on freight, and and coultl ha 'e paid $25 a share, instead of guess ! and yet the curious leature of the report so *Le lact that the cost on the East India driv- r °ad is no greater, and its profit per ton | about twice that ol American roads. Much has been said of a reduction of rates, in order to admit of shipment of grain to Europe in as S rea t er quantities, for the rates are fifteen to small ' twenty-five per cent, greater than our own. _ , . two other words, American railroads charge many J P asse ngers between Chicago and New dex- ! ^ork more than three times the rate on the Last India Railway, and the ton of grain i twenty-five per cent. less. on ! „ ."77 Z 777". tot sh<! Got the ■> J-««le Wrong, with She Got the Response a She bought a prayer hook and became a oil, ! zealou ® Episcopalian. There was one seed. East - ern cp - stom ' boweve^ which got her into trouble. The members of the local church with which she was connected, like the Greek Christians in Russia, were accustomed on box, i were accusiomea on tail. Lastermormng tosalute each other with the of are corn un words "The Lord is risen," to which the suit able response was, "He is indeed," or "He is risen indeed." This young lady on Easter morning was surprised to hear from a gentle man, instead of the customary "Good morn ing," the salutation, "The Lord is risen." She made some inappropriate reply and passed on. in i e .^°° 1 n s j* e was " et . another Episcopal fnend ; who gravely exclaimed: "The Lord is risen. 7 "Yes,'' she replied, with a smile, Smith just told me." 'so Mr. What They Got oat of the Case. "What did you get out of that case?" asked the old lawyer. "I got my client out of it," replied the young one. "And what did he get oat of it'" "Satisfaction, I reckon. I didn't leave any be- thing else for him to get." "Young man," said the senior proudly, "you'll never be a judge. There is not enough money on the Bench for you."