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nail i SCI Volume XX2. Helena, Montana, Thursday, February 23, 1888. No. i tîî celt lii ttjcrahl. R. E. FISK D. W. FISK. A. J. FISK Publishers and Proprietors. Largest Circulation of any Paper in. Montana -o Rates of Subscription. WEEKLY HERALD: One Year. (In advance).............................S3 00 Bix Months, (in advance)............................... 1 7S Three Months, (in advance)........................... 1 00 When not paid for in advance the rate will be Four Dollars per year! Postage, in all cases, Prepala. DAILY HERALD: City Subscribers,delivered by carrier 81,00a month One Year, by mail, (in advance)................. 89 00 SI* Months, by mail, (in advance)............... 5 00 Three Months, by mail, (in advance)........... 2 50 If not paid in advance, 812 per annum. [Entered at the Postoffice at Helena as second class matter.] 49* All communications should be addressed to KISK BROS., Publishers, Helena, Montana. A LEGACY. Friend of my many years ! '# When the great silence falls, at last on me, ___ Let me not leave to pain and sadden thee A memory of tears. But pleasant thought» alone Of one who was thy friendship's honored guest, And drank the wine of consolation pressed From sorrows of thine own. I leave with thee a sense Of hands upheld and trials rendered less— The unselfish joy which is to helpfulness Its own great recompense; The knowledge that from thine, As from the garments of the master, stole Calmness and strength, the virtue which make» whole And heals without a sign; Yes, more, the assurance strong That lore, which fails of perfect utterance here, Lives on to fill the heavily atmosphere With its immortal song. —Jonn. G. Whittier in the Independent, THE WIND'S WAY. The wind of God swept through a garden fair, And stript the queenly rose of half its leaves. The rose of roses and the gardener's care The wind of God made bare, And all the garden grieves. 0 wind: why didst thou pass the pale wild rose, That swings and suns against the outer wall, To take the fairest of the flowery close, The sweetest bud that blows, The rose beloved of all! Alas! the wind's way is a wild way, And whence, or why, or whither, who can know} Unseen, it wanders forth both night and day, And who shall bid it stay That God has bidden blow! —James Buchanan in The Overland Monthly. THE CANARY. A day in June, of light, of fragrance rare, A bride brought to a home, a bride as fair Ab angels be. as sometimes women are. Loud sings the blithe canary in its cage. A day in June again: what greater bliss On earth may be, mayhap in heaven, than this. Falls faint on a baby's face, a mother's kiss. Loud sings the blithe canary in its cage. A woman, fair and young and pale, at rest, A dead babe laid on the dead mother's breast, A preacher murmuring: "All is for the best." Loud sings the blithe canary in its cage. —Chicago Tribune. A STUDY IN WHITE. Within a silvery light the lady stands Like some fair saint. Her robe of purest white A border bears of zephyr woven down From evgnet's snowy breast. And from h r head, So nobly poised, there falls a misty scarf Spun from the finest fleece of shepherd'» fold. In rings, all argentine, her hair lies soft On pure, pale brow, where intellect is writ. As pure the hands that with such kindly grace A welcome hohl. But now she speaks, and Oi lier guileless words unconsciously reveal Whiter than all—the woman's spotless soul! —Mai Stevens in Home Journal. Her Proposal. She gently took his passiv- hand. Anti tenderly she placed Her arm, without a reprimand, _____ About his willing waist. She drew him close: a reverent kiss Upon his brow she pressed. He yielded, and a new found bliss Set all her fears at rest. Then in a wild, Impassioned way, Her love for him she told. And begged of him that he would say She'd 1 not been over bold. Without him all her life, she said. Would be a desert drear; If he said ' No," she'd never wed— At least till next. Leap Year. Blushing, he heard her bravely through, And then he cooed: "Oh, ia! This is so awful sudden. Sue! You'll have to ask my mal" —Journal of Education. A Hindoo Idea. Lord Rosebery, who married a wealthy Jewess of the Rothschild family, once took her to India with him. They attended a din ner in Calcutta at which the duchés« of Man chester was seated next to the rajah of Mozuf femugger. The rajah asked: "And this Lord Rosebery of your great country—has he brought his wives with him?" "S-sh!" ex claimed the duchess, blushing scarlet "That's Lady Rosebery over there, next the viceroy!" The oriental regarded Lady Rosebery for some moments, and then remarked with a sigh: "Poor young man! I hope they allow luui a nicer one at hom§»'—Chicago Times. The Age of Slang. " I just think it's shameful the way Sally Spittlejig spits slang," said a Sac City maiden to a Sioux City miss. " Myl If I twirled my talker as she does, my blooming old snoozer of a dad would tan my duds until the dust was thicker'n flea» in fly time." "You beteher your brass, and serve you right," replied the Sioux City miss. " My parient» are sunflowers of the same hue, and if I should make a raw crack in conversation they'd thrash the rosy cussedness out of my angelic anatomy quicker'n old Cleveland cao bust a bill with his veto."—Odebolt (Iowa) New North. A Great Favor Granted. Mrs. Breezy (to daughter)—Did you tell young Mr. Waldo, dear, that you would cor respond with him on bis return to Boston! Mias Breezy—Yes, mamma, he has been ao polite to me while in Chicago, you know, seemed ao seriously in earnest when he me if he might not bear from me ooeaMoD ally, that what could I my, mamma, boh "Ves ber go, Gallagher F —New York Sun. LIFE IN A LIGIITIIOÜSE. HOW DUTY 13 PERFORMED ON SOLITARY BEACON ROCKS. Knjoyable Existence of a Family ln Falk ner Island Lighthouse—Capt. Brooks' Boys and Girls—Culture and Refinement in an Ocean Horae. "Speaking of lighthouse keepers," said the captain of a vessel in the coastwise trade be tween New York and Portland, Me., "there is not one of them in the service who receives a higher salary than $1,000 a year, and there are some who get not more than $100. There are at least 1,000 keepers in the employ of the government, and under a recent act of congress their pay averages $000 a year. That makes $000,000 the government pays in wages for warning sailors off of dangerous ground, and the maintenance of the light houses comes to hundreds of thousands be sides. In no branch of the public service is stricter discipline and greater attention to duty insisted on than in lighthouse keeping. The service is controlled by a lighthouse board, and the best men obtainable are se lected as keejiers. Preference is given to men who have spent years of service in the army or navy, as they know what discipline is, and know by experience that order» are to be obeyed to the letter, and without ques tion. There are many retired ship masters and mates who are to-day doing duty on solitary and isolated beacon rocks, where they hear no sound but the moan and roar of the ocean, except their own voices and those of their families, if they have any, for months at a time. "One of the most accomplished and cul tured men that ever was in the employ of any government was for more than thirty years in charge of one of the United States light houses. That man was Capt. Oliver Brooks. He kept the great light going on Falkner Island, five miles off the Connecticut coast, on Long Island sound. He had been a sea captain for many years before entering the lighthouse service, and his example and methods as a lighthouse keeper so improved the capability of all other keepers, that he should have met with more substantial recog nition from the government on his retire ment than the expression of its regret and reluctance at parting with him, genuine and sincere as it must have been. Falkner Island light first flashed out upon the sea to warn vessels away from that dangerous locality one night eighty-seven years ago, and it has never failed to lift aloft its welcome beacon a single night since. FALKNER ISLAND LIGHTHOUSE. "That light is one of the most important on our coasts. Falkner island lies directly in the track of all vessels passing either in or out of the Sound, and if on any night its light should fail to catch the eye of the sailor on such vessels the consequences might be fearful to relate. The lighthouse is nearly 100 feet high, and its signal beams out on each of its eight sides every ninety seconds, a flash panel, operated by the most perfect clockwork machinery, contrived by Capt. Brooks, revolving about the tower's summit with unvarying regularity. The sailor on watch knows whether his ship's bearings are right when he sees that light, no matter in what direction the vessel may be going or coming. It is like no other beacon in the range of the sailor's vision, and Falkner is his guide and hope as long as it can be seen. "Capt. Brooks raised a large family of boys and girls in his snug quarters in that lighthouse, and their record of life saving in that perilous quarter is preserved in the wealth of silver and gold plate, rare bric-a brac, and other valuable testimonials from shipwrecked mariners the captain and his daughters and sons have saved from many wrecks, for even the great light has not pre vented a score of disasters in the treacherous water surrounding it. Not only sailors, but drowning men, women and children have been time and ti*ie again rescued by Capt. Brooks and his courageous children. The family's home in the lighthouse was a glad surprise to the stranger visiting it. One daughter was an accomplished ornithologist, and the walls were covered with artistically mounted specimens of the birds of that local ity, from the enormous bald eagle to the diminutive wren. Each specimen had been shot by this daughter on the island, and was stuffed and mounted by herself. Another daughter was an authority in marine bot any, and her collection was a complete ex hibit of the botanical possibilities of that island and others in the vicinity. This daughter spent a long time at Yale under the private tuition of Professor Whitney in the study of her favorite science. She was also an accomplished water color artist, and there are in the houses of some of New York's wealthiest and most cultivated families al bums of her botanical collections that were arranged to order by her, and are probably the most unique and valuable works of art of their kind ever executed. The books alone cost $20 each in New York at wholesale. Each page was a card of cabinet photograph size. On these Miss Brooks mounted speci mens of sea flowers and plants. These were necessarily dried in their preparation, and their colors could not be preserved. These were shown in all their original beauty and naturalness by an exquisite water color sketch of the flower on the card below the specimen painted by Miss Brooks. Each specimen had its scientific name and a de scription of its characteristics written on the back of its particular card. For these novel exhibitions of her artistic skill and scientific knowledge Miss Brooks was paid from $150 to $200 each. AN OCEAN HOVE. "Every member of Capt. Brooks' family was a finished musician, and no less than five different musical instruments were brought into use by them on occasion, and their con certs were treats to hear. A piano, guitars, flutes, cornets and violins were the last things a visitor would expect to see in that bleak lighthouse dwelling, much less a group of young people who were masters of them alL "Capt. Brooks' workshop was another curious sight at Falkner Island lighthouse. He was an expert in electricity, light and sound, and the results of his experiments in determining tho power of lurni liants, the re flection and refractioù of lights under cer tain conditions of the atmosphere, the audi bility of fog signals and many other subjects of importance to the service were from time to time adopted as authority by the light house board, and he was honorably men tioned and commended in their official docu menta All of the intricate and delicate ap paratus by which these results were ob tained were invented and made by Capt Brooks himself in his little workshop in the great octagonal bescon tower. The captain and his family made a paradise out of that desolate island. His children were aU born in the sea beaten tower, grew up with the constant roar and howling of the breakers in their ears, were married there, and not until then left their ocean home for more com fortable, but less beloved abiding places. It was then that the captain himself gave up the life on the island to spend his declining days on shore.—New York Sun. THE WHITE ELEPHANT. All TVhite Animals Held In Reverence by the Siamese—A King's Grief. Miss Dows at one time attended the cap ture and reception in Bangkok of a white elephant. Her people, being devout Bud dhists, believe in metempsychosis. The soul of each successive Boodha in its zoological migrations occupies in turn the forms of white animals of a certain class—particularly albinos and also the constantly white animals, as the swan, the stork, the white sparrow, the dove, the monkey and the elephant, all peculiar to Siam. In all the obscurity of their priests about the subject one thing is agreed on—that the forms of these noble and pure animals are reserved for the souls of the good and great, who find in them redemption from the baser animal life. All white animals are held in reverence, especially the white elephant, which is believed to be animated with the spirit of some king or hero. Tue white elephant averts calamity and brings peace and prosperity. Salmon or flesh color is as near as these albinos get to white, but still they are white enough to have caused wars for their possession between Siam and Burmah. The national standard is a white elephant on a deep crimson ground. Discovered in the Shan country, or in Northern Siam, the king is apprised of the fact; the slave who finds the elephant is made free and rich ; the elephant is decoyed by a female from the jungle, led into a bamboo stockade, caught by ropes about his legs, and soon subdued. The march to the royal stable begins, and ten or twelve miles a day are traveled, which is the average elephant speed. He is brought to the Menam, fed with sweet meats, put under a royal pavilion, loaded with golden chains, and enters Bangkok in triumph. It is a time for feasting and a week of holidays. A magnificent white elephant was captured in 1S63. The nation was wild with joy. The elephant, whose body might have contained Gaudamas' soul itself, suddenly died, and the learned king, who knew English well and could have discussed St. Paul's writings to tlje delight and edification of Matthew Ar nold—the scientific king, who calculated with accuracy the great total solar eclipse of 1808, spent $100,000 on the scientific exjiedition to observe it, and even lost his life from expos ure in the noxious jungle, dying like a SOC rates, calmly and sententiously soliloquizing on death and its inevitability; the king who, under the tutorship of American missionaries, made the greatest progress of all oriental monarchs in his ideas of government, com merce and even religion ; never hesitating to express his respect for the fundamental prin ciples of Christianity, but cutting short his reverend tencher when pressing home to him what he regarded as the more pretentious and apocryphal parts of the Bible, with the sen tentious statement that "I hate the Bible mostly"—the king and high priest of Siam wept at the death of his new white elephant. —Indianapolis Journal. A PlïILÀNÏ HROPIC JOKE. A Chicago Man Makes a Fruit Woman Happy by a Little Deception. "How easy it is to make some people happy by deceiving them a little I" was the philo sophic remark of Mr. Jacques Haskins, as he turned from his desk to relate a bit of his re cent experience. "There is an Italian woman —a good, clean, hard working woman—who comes up hero every day with fruit to selL One day I was walking on Adams street, I think it was, and I saw her walking in front of me with her basket on her arm. Two men were standing in a store door, and I heard one of them say: 'Don't you remember that woman ? She used to have a fruit stand in front of my store in Memphis in war times. Her name is Cunio.' "That afternoon when she came into my office I looked a little sharply at her and said: 'Haven't I seen you somewhere before—some where besides here in Chicago?' 'I don't know,'said she dubiously; 'your face seems sort of natural to me.' 'Let me see,' said I, assuming a meditative posture; 'didn't you used to have a fruit stand in Memphis? 1 Her eyes brightened as she said she did. 'Right in front of Lowenstein's store? I said. This was a venture, for I had merely taken it for granted that the gentleman who had spoken of her was Mr. Lowenstein, because that was the name on the sign of the store where he was standing, and he looked sort of like the proprietor. But it hit the mark. 'Yes,' said the woman, setting down her basket and looking as tickled as could be, 'that was me.' 'That was about—let me see—abc.il twenty three or four years ago,' I said. She moved her lips as if she were making a calculation, and then, all smiles, said: 'Yes, I was there then.' 'Your name is Cunio, is it not? I added. This was the last feather. That I should remember so much about her and even be able to call her by name gave her the greatest joy. Tears even came into her eyes, and we shook hands heartily. "Then I proceeded to make her remember me. 'Don't you remember,' I said, 'I used to go to lunch at that little restaurant just down beyond Lowenstein's, and I used to buy fruit of you, and stand and talk to you almost every day? She looked at me a long time and finally imagination did its work, as it al ways will, and she remembered me perfectly. You never saw anybody more pleased. If I had been a long lost brother she could not have been happier at meeting me. She told me all about her family, every member of which I, of course, remembered more or less distinctly, and all about her life since then, which would make an interesting story to write. Then she made up a big bag of fruit which I let her give to me, bocause it seemed to please her so much to do so. Since that I have, however, been a pretty regular cus tomer of hers, and I mean to be as long as she keeps coming. What if it is true that I never was in Memphis in my life! She has told me so much about it that I could go all over the city in the dark now, and I am sure I have given that poor hard working woman as much pleasure as if I had brought to her in fact an old friend."—Chicago News. A Poem on Childhood. The bard was asked to compose a little poem upon his childhood, and this is what he produced: "How dear to my heart is the school I attended, and how I remember, ao distant and dim, that red bet ded Bill and the pin that I bended, and carefully put on the bench under him. And how I recall the surprise of the master, whan Bill gave a yell *mi sprang up from the pin so high that his ballet head smashed np the plaster above, and the scholars all set np a din. The active boy Billy, that high leaping Billy, that load shouting Billy who sat on a pin."—Toledo Blade. A GLIMPSE OF GOULD. SOMETHING ABOUT HIS PERSONAL HABITS AND RELATIONS. How He Sometimes Upsets All the Tra ditions Concerning Him—Gratitude. Under Abnse—Personal Habits—His Two Sons—George Gould's Wife. Meeting a friend who has grown more than middle aged in the railway service between Ohio, Baltimore and New York, I said to him: "Is not Gould in about as good shape as he ever was?' "Oh, yes," said my friend, whom I have known since about 1870, "he is the most powerful factor in the way of speculation this country has seen. But he does not do anything while abroad. However, they will never lose their fear of him wherever he may be. And Gould gets nearly all his bad repu tation among the speculators and promoters who tried to cheat him, and having failed, turn round and bite at him, as the snake gnawed the file. I will give you an instance of that which happened under my own eye, when no person was in the room but Gould and myself. I had been severely prejudiced against him, and would not have dared to go and see him but for the intervention of a very quiet chap by the name of Guppy, whom Gould found in the Erie railroad when he went there. Guppy was a poor, broken down, spine and chest crippled man, who never had the least reason to suppose that Gould would treat him like a human being; but Gould found that under his diseased ex terior was a bright and fiery mind, circum stantial in its correctness and completeness and reliable as well as brave. It is strange that these powerful men in our finances are often found out the first by the humble and broken down men, who are sensitive about friendship and often get the most of it. "He came to me once and told mo that op ponents of mine who had succeeded to the Erie railroad would break me down. Said he: 'You have the right and logic on your side, but they have got the New York city press and prevailing courts of justice and the big lawyers, and they will mash you to pieces. The only man who can save you is Jay Gould.' 'Then,' said I, 'I will not be saved, for I don't want to know Jay Gould.' But my quiet friend talked the matter all over again from the outset, and the conse quence was that, against my desire and pur pose, I found myself one evening calling on Jay Gould. That first evening he upset all my traditions. I had learned so much against him from what I had read and heard that I was charmed to find him about the the easiest man to understand I had ever known. I will tell you directly or at an other time why he gets along; it is because he is so simple and not because he is so dex terous." "Is Mr. Gould a man of any gratitude?" "Yes, it is very seldom that any person does him a kind- r~s but he feels it and warms to an opportunity to repay it. I may also say that he is a vindictive man. He does not seek an enemy out and does not re sent mere mercantile opposition, but persons who lay for him and humiliate him he re members; and he has got a good long memory for them. Whoever picks up Gould for a man without mental traits and memory, undertakes one of the greatest contests of this life. He is not a person to do a dirty thing, but he understands this business of finance and everybody w ho is in it. And he acquires his information about them in general from how they behave to himself, when he has given them a fair and equal opportunity, either as opponents, wayfarers or friends." "Has Gould any suffering under public abuse, such as newspaper abuse?" " He keeps a calm exterior and affects not to be troubled by what is said against him, but I think that all the same it gives him suffering. As I said before, he is like most other men, and is not exceptional to the themes of the successful men of the time. But he never swears nor uses epithets nor severely discusses any private character. That is why he is often taken by schemere and visitors to be an overrated man. He takes no delight in being considered a smart person. As to his other habits, he never drinks, and he never smoked but one cigar in his life. He told me when that happened; it was after he and his associates had beaten old Commodore Vanderbilt, who desired to capture the Erie railroad. They were somewhere in Jersey City, I think, and all the rest of them were playing billiards and smoking cigars, and Gould was offered a cigar, and feeling sociable he tried to smoke it. and it made him so sick that he has never made the effort any more." " Is he a domestic man ?' "Entirely so. His strong hold is his fam ily. He is far from being the man he was once considered, without higher associates and opportunities from persons who were much less abused than himself, and also rich. But Mr. Gould has never lost his head about social recognition. Those who meet him find a man plain and quiet, and in my judgment there is something very lovely about him, if you go to seek private and family character there. If you go after him for a sensation, or to pick his eyes out, you may find that he knows how to defend his nest like the eagle." "Are his sons persons of capacity!'' "Yes, they are smart boys, and just the op posite from what you would expect in this day of very rich men's sons. They are eco nomical, and have served their apprentice ship to the mechanical part of the railroad business, such as telegraphing and type writing, and they are now proficient in their father's business of financt. Ed Gould, I think, is a cleverer fellow in his wits than George Gould, the eldest son. The father is working him into directorships slowly, so that he can pick up the financial business. It is a popular mistake, however, to suppose that Jay Gould dictates telegraph dispatches to either of his sons. Gould has a very re markable character of literary ability. I suppose there is no man connected with our finance who can write as rapidly as he does, and yon can never read anything between the lines when he signs a telegraph dispatch. Those who search through his communica tions to them to see if they can find out what he is about are invariably disappointed." "Is George Gould happily married?' "Yes. It may not be generally understood, but George Gould married the first girl he ever fell in love with, and that was why his father and mother hastened to appreciate his choice. He met his wife, warmed to her, fol lowed her and married her. They have a lovely child, and she is a very accomplished woman. There is another instance of Gould's appreciation of brightness and talent. George's wife was a lady who made her liv ing, through both necessity and cleverness, upon the stage. The parents have nothing of the prig about them."—"Gath" in Cincinnati Knnniivr WRITING REFRACTORY WORDS. Carious Slips in the Cogs of Mental Machinery—A Writer's Exporteure. Dr. Holmes has written something about it, as he has about everything else that is odd and interesting. But it is a subject that re mains forever with the man who has much occasion to adjust his thinking machinery with the physical machinery of writing, and who has found out that there are certain cogs in one set of machinery or the other that always slip. The Listener, for instance, never writes the word "by," unless his mind is specially upon the writing of it, and each letter is written with a separate act of voli tion, without first writing "but" and scratch ing it out; and vice versa, he seldom writes "but" without first writing "by." The word "Egypt" is invariably refractory, and will not be written correctly the first time. So is the word "eighth." A gentleman of the Listener's acquaintance has the same difficulty with "for ' and "from" that he does with "by" and "but," and still another is generally floored by the words "than" and "that," writing one where the other should be. The first gentleman always writes "Dueh" for "Dutch," going back and putting in the t afterward ; and the second invariably writes "commonwealht" or "com monweathl" before he can get the word right. The first cannot write the word "nomencla ture" without stopping to think about it. Still another, a man of books, has the same difficulty with the word "Egypt" that the Listener has, except that he writes it "Eygpt," while the Listener writes it "Egupt;" and he has the additional pecu liarity, which is worth noting, that when he reaches the letter r which occurs in his signa ture, he is always compelled to stop and think, or else he will make a sujierfluous stroke which will turn it into another letter. This regular hostile encounter with a refrac tory letter in his own signature he finds pecu liarly vexatious. The Listener has not attempted to formu late a theory for this peculiarity, but is in clined to the opinion that, in the majority of cases, it is due to physical habit—a trick of the nerves or muscles, that has become prac tically incorrigible. In the case of the word Egup—there it goes again!—Egypt, the in herent difficulty of a word which has three letters in succession involving a stroke below the line is evidently to be blamed rather than any physical trick; but in the invariable writing of "by" for "but," anil "for" for "from," and vice versa, certainly the blame is not to be placed upon the word. Perhaps the type writer will cure us all of the trick when we finally give up writing with the pen, and perhaps it will not. There are a good many evidences thnt the type writing machine simply multiplies the errors of the hand writing. One finds involuntary ana grams in every page of some people's type writer manuscript, and one friend of the Listener, who writes with a machine, says that he occasionally writes a word exactly backwards—"kealb" for "black," for ins tancé, and cannot imagine how in the world he manages to do it.—Boston Transcript "Listener." _ Destructiveness of Sherman's Rummers. As we advanced into the wild pine regions of North Carolina the natives seemed won derfully impressed at seeing every road filled with marching troops, artillery and wagon trains. They looked destitute enough as they stood in blank amazement gazing upon the "Yanks" marching by. The scene before us was very striking; the resin pits were on fire, and great columns of black smoke rose high into the air, spreading and mingling together in gray clouds, and suggesting the roof and pillars of a vast temple. All traces of habita tion were left behind, a3 we marched into that grand forest with its beautiful carpet of pine needles. The straight trunks of the pine trees shot up to a great height, and then spread out into a green roof, which kept us in perpetual shade. As night came on, we found that the resinous sap in the cavities cut in the trees to receive it had also been lighted by "bummers" in our advance. The effect of these peculiar watch fires on every side, several feet above the ground, with flames licking their way up the tall trunks, was peculiarly striking and beautiful. But it was sad to see this wanton destruc tion of property, which, like the firing of the resin pits, was the work of "bummers," w ho were marauding through the country com mitting every sort of outrage. There was no restraint except with the column or the regu lar foraging parties. We had no communi cations, and could have no safeguards. The country wan necessarily left to take care of itself, and became a "howling waste." The "coffee coolers" of the Army of the Fob >maa were archangels compared to our "bummers," who often fell to the tender mercies of Wheeler's cavalry, and were never heard of again, earning a fate which was richly de served.—Capt. Daniel Oakey in The Century. English and American News Gatherers. The average English reporter trusts far too much to shorthand. When he gets on a large daily, he is apt to become a mere note taking machine, and he is treated and esteemed as such. The result is that when there comes among reporters a man who can write "out of his own head," no use is made of his capac ity. The chief reporter simply uses him as a machine, and the man, if he be of any stam ina, retaliates by getting himself removed from the reporting staff to some other depai r ment. Then when the occasion comes that a reporter is wanted to write original copy he is either not there or he lacks the facility that comes from practice. The American reporter is different. In many cases he would be unfit to take his "turn in the gallery" or at a large public meeting where the paper sends a corps for a five column verbatim report. His shorthand is shaky and, like David Copperfield's, a puzzle to himself. But he can go to a meet ing and write a half narrative and half crit ical report, containing not only the main facts, but a score of little gossipy items and comments that people like to read. He can be told to "go down to the depot and make a column about the new boss"—a command at which the average English reporter r.ould stare helplessly. Finally, he can be requested to go and get some news, and he will go and get it His English confrere never heard such a command, and has no knowledge that anything ever happens save such anticipated events as are daily entered in advance in the chief reporter's engagement book.—Satur day Review. The Coinage of 1804. There is something carious about the American silver dollar and half dollars of the coinage of 1801 In that year something like 20,000 of the dollars were coined ; bat it is a «ing ninr fact, as is now known, that not one of them was in circulation. Yet the most valuable of all American coins are two 1801 dollars, which are now in well known collections. They are valued at $2,000 each. —Chicago Herald. WORK FOR GIRLS. TEMPORARY EMPLOYMENT FOR ''EX TRAS" AT GOOD WAGES. Well Paid Situations Going a Hogging During the Holidays—Great Demand for Smart and Pretty Young Ladies. An Objectionable Feature—The Law. Nearly all large New York retail houses hire extra employes for the holiday trade. Nine-tenths of these "extras" are women. They are hired as clerks and cashiers in d. y goods houses, stationery stores and confec tionery shops. They are kept busy from tho fortnight before Christmas until the woek after New Year's day. Inquiries among leading firms show that no less than 30,000 young women have got temporary employment at good wages dur ing the holiday season, andjhat several thou sand more could have found similar service. The number of these holiday "extras" em ployed by individual firms range from 1.50 to 1,500. They receive better wages than regu lar employes in similar capacities. During the season girls working as extra hands have been paid from $0 to $13.50 a week. Regular wages for the same services are from $8.50 to $12.50 a week. Even at the advanced figures it has been almost impossi ble, several leading firms assert, to obtain the kind of "extras" desired. One large house estimated that their holiday business hail fallen at least $15,000 short of what it would have been if it could have engaged as many acceptable girl clerks as it wanted. The su perintendent verified this statement by pointing to a score of "want" advertisements which the firm had inserted in the daily pa pers for a fortnight. He added, however, that the trouble was not lack of applicants in number so much as in kind. NECESSARY QUALIFICATIONS. "What particular qualifications must the girls have?' "They must be able to make change, add simple figures, remember prices, dress neatly, be agreeable, and, above all, have good looks. The last particular is the one in which most of the girls are lamentably deficient. You may smile, but good looking shop girls have a great deal to do with trade at all times, and especially during the holidays. You will always find the biggest crowds in tho stores which have the prettiest girls. It is just like artistic show window dressing. People will go where they can see beauty if it doesn't cost them anything extra. This is cold, hard business sense. Don't you suppose that the average man would rather be smiled on by a bright, handsome, stylishly dressed young woman than be transfixed by the frigid stare of a prim, persimmony feminine person, with false hair and a rasping voice?" "Yes, but in the dry goods trade tho cus tomers are principally women," was sug gested. "My dear boy," the superintendent replied, "you have lots to learn about the psychologi cal order of shopkeeping. Women shoppers are just the ones above all, strange as it may seem, for whom we are more anxious to have pretty girl clerks. Here is the secret: The average woman hates nothing in this world so heartily as a woman who is better looking or better dressed than herself. Yet there is nothing she will go around the block quicker to see on the sly. The average woman also likes nothing better than a chance to domi neer over some other woman. In the pretty and often stylishly dressed shop girl she has a passive victim. Thu better looking and better dressed the girls, the more jealously they will be eyed by women who call them loud, brazen creatures, while furtively tak ing notes for future use from the fashionable attire of the girls. AN OBJECTIONABLE FEATURE. "One objectionable feature that attends the hiring of girls for their attractiveness alono must not be lost sight of. The most success ful shoplifters in this city are those who aro in league with saleswomen. Our losses from that source are incalculable, and shoplifters working with saleswomen are rarely caught. But so great is the benefit we derive from tho pretty face, that we cheerfully put up with whatever loss attends it." In many of the large stores a large number of shop girls from 14 to 10 years of age wera noticed, who looked pale and languid, plainly showing the lack of healthy out door exercise. The society for the suppression of vice has made several attempts to restrain the largo firms from employing girls, but as the law specifies that girls willing to work cannot be molested, the efforts of the society have failed. The assertion of the society that the influences which surround tho girls are de moralizing in the extreme and unfits them for household duties, is not combatted by their employers, who, however, declare that a girl who is compelled to earn her living cannot find a better way to do so than "clerk ing" in a store.—New York Commercial Ad vertiser. An Ancient Indian Deed. Public Librarian Bain has now in his pos session the original deed by which six chiefs of the Pottawotamies in 1780 conveyed to the Baby family a tract of land on the Detroit river, near the present city of Detroit, 12 "arpents" long by 120 deep, an "arpeut" being a French measure of land of an area of about eleven-twelfths of an acre. The document is in French, bears the tokens of the six chiefs, and is witnessed by one VVil liams as judge of the peace. It bèars the in dorsement of Gen. Do Ptyster, who was in command of the British force at Detroit. This curious old document was found among the records at the Baby Homestead on the Humber, near this city. A frame is being prepared for it, in which it will be inclosed and exhibited in the library of the Canadian Institute.—Toronto Globe. An Original After Dinner Speech. The entertainment was given by an earl, deservedly popular. It was extremely hand some, and champagne flowed in almost ex cessive flood. Theevening was well advanced, when a benignant old gentleman arose to propose a toast. He spoke with entire fluency ; but somehow he said exactly the op posite of what he meant. "I feel," said he, "that for a plain country squire like myself to address this learned company, is indeed to cast pearls before swine." Never was so successful a speech made. He could get no further for many minutes. The swine ap plauded vociferously, and as though they would never cease. We knew, of course, that the good old gentleman meant that he was the swine and that we were the pearls. But then he had not said so. His meaning could be gathered, but was not expressed.— Longman's A galley slave—The fellow who has three girls at a time.—New Haven News. FAIR AMERICA ABROAD. How an American Lady Rid Herself of of a Persecuting Parisian's Attentions. From Paris comes the story of a fair American who succeeded in ridding herself of a petty persecutor. She is a daily attend ant at one of the ateliers off the grand boule vards. Her lodgings are some distance up the Champs Elysees; but being abundantly able to protect herself, she calls upon no one to es cort her to and from her work, and often pre fers to do the journey on foot rather than to take one of the omnibuses going in her direc tion. After a while, however, she became conscious that a certain young man, always at the same spot, overtook her and dogged her footsteps until she reached the door of her apartments. She knew enough of Paris cus toms not to blame the young man individ ually very much, as she is aware that some how the whole race is imbued with the idea that one of its chief duties, as the superior half of humanity, is to lie polite and gallant to every unprotected female; and even her small experience has convinced her of the truly grand way in which every Frenchman tries" to do his duty. But in this particular case she decided that the young man's good intentions must be discouraged. Especially when after a few days of silent following he attempted to address her, she made up her mind that stringent measures must be used. Her aunt a big boned duenna of the strong New England type, was informed of the con dition of affairs, and was made acquainted with her niece's proposed tactics. The day after their council of war the young woman was overtaken as usual by her admirer. He again whispered soft words in her ear, and, as she seemed to smile somewhat favorable on him, he kindly and hospitably invited her to breakfast. She expressed diffi dence at accepting hospitality from an utter stranger, and objected that breakfast was awaiting ber at her own apartment. She, however, presumed that enough would be served for two, and if monsieur would excuse what defects there might be, she would be very glad of his company during her solitary meal. The young man jumped with eager ness at her proposition, and walked gayly by her side. Whatever apprehension the young girl may have had as to the risk of failure was not apparent in her manner, and she succeeded in confining the talk to pleasant generalities until her apartment was reached. There the young man received his first check when the door was thrown open and disclosed the sizable proportions of the stern duenna. He had, however, gone too far to turn back, and be allowed himself to t>e ushered inside, and the door to be closed upon him. The aunt and tho niece were too well schooled in the rules of politeness to carry on their conversation before the Frenchman in anything but French, so he was able to un derstand every word they said. "My aunt," explained the young woman to ber duenna, "this poor fellow is hungry, and I told him I thought we could find him something to eat." "Oh, certainly," answered the kindhearted aunt, "I hope we need never refuse the de mands of the needy. Marie," she called out to the trim maid, who immediately appeared, "take this man to the kitchen and tell the cook to give him some bread and meat." The unhappy Frenchman, in spite of his protests and expostulations, was shown tlirough the door into the kitchen, where be was able to escape by the servants' stairway. The young American girl has since seen or heard nothing from her harmless but annoy ing persecutor.—New York Sun. Sime Queer German Clubs. Very curious are some of these clubs, though all breathe a spirit wo cannot but commend and miglit be pardoned for envy ing. One very curious club is called "The Hurnoristical Gambrinians," the jolly dis ciples of the god of beer. It has its own club room with a grandly hospitable central tablo around which the members sit. Incased in a glass box and hung upon the wall is a huge silver tankard to be filled by every member caught talking politics or presented with a girl baby by his wife. To be the father of a boy costs a member the price of a keg of beer for the club. The members are a mixed company of capitalists and wage workers, who meet once a week and on all extraordi nary occasions of their own devising. They tell stories, bring the women, and danc«, sing and drink beer. Another notable east side organization Ls the Pfalzer Harmonie club, formed of men and women from tho Rhenish vineyard coun try. It will be "sausage time" in a few weeks, and "sausage time" is their time for a grand festival transplanted from tho old country. The new pigs of the year are thon fit for translation into sausage meat, and, at the same time, the grapes have a'l been gath ered for the wine presses—tw'O important rea sons for rejoicing, they think. A grand ball Is given. They come to it from far and near. Some aro retired men of wealth, some are mechanics, some are laborers, some are shop keepers, some are great merchants, but they are all equal on this festal night. While the tiddlers are tuning up all repair to a shooting gallery garlanded with paper roses, and those women and those men who desire to do so shoot to see which shall be crowned, the best markswoman as queen and the best marksman as king—each to reign the ensu ing twelve mouths, i have several times at tended this affair, and have seen the lowliest workman's wife crowned queen and deferred to as a sovereign by women in diamonds and silk.—Providence Journal. The Place for Invalids. Omaha Man—Your sojourn in Texas seems so have done you a great deal of good; must be a fine climate. Returned Invalid—I feci like a new man, but it wasn't the climate, it was the exercise. "We never could prevail on you to take exercise here." "I was on the jump all the time in Texas." "Well, well! Effect of the air?' "No. centipedes."—Omaha World. Cap« Co«l Gradually Disappearing. There isn't much doubt that Cape Cod i» getting eater, up by the greedy sea, and in time wil disappear. The Provincetown Advo cate says that "less than one hundred years have passed since a lighthouse was placed here by the government. The original pur chase included a plot of land ten acres in extent. At the present time this inclosure embraces barely six acres. On a point just north of the marine stations at Highland light the face of the bluff has moved inland 200 feet in the past five years."—New York Bun. Burled Treasure. Lawyer—Your uncle makes you his sole heir, but the will stipulates that the sum of $100 must be buried with him. Heir (feelingly)—The old man was eccen tric, but his wishes must be respected, oi course. I'll write a check for the amount— Mew York Bun.