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Volume XX2.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, February 23, 1888.
No. i
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49* All communications should be addressed to
KISK BROS., Publishers,
Helena, Montana.
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»
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
"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
"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.
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 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
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
"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
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.
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.
"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
"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.
"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
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.—
A galley slave—The fellow who has three
girls at a time.—New Haven News.
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
"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
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.

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