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Volume XX2.
Helena, Montana, Thursday, May 3, 1886.
No. 23
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SAILING.
There's a golden track o'e • the billows foam,
And the wind blows fresh and free ;
And out with the breeze my boat would roam,
But I wait, dear love, for thee ;
In the sun's broad trail we will sail and sail,
And never a care have we.
And we ll touch at the strand of the beautiful
land
That lovers alone may see ;
At the musical, magical land of bliss
Tiiat gladdens the eye in love's sweet kiss—
At the land, sweetheart, if we were to miss.
Ah, what would our voyage tie?
We're afloat, we're afloat.
How the strong sails fill
And the sun-kissed bubbles gleam.
As the severed waves like driven snow
heap from the prow and backward flow
In a swift-uniting stream.
And see ns we gently fall and rise
On the glittering crest of the spray.
There's the glistening ebony flash of fins
Of the dolphins at their play.
Yonder, far away, is a line of black,
A penciling faint on the deep blue sky.
That tells of the hurrying steamer's track.
And now it fades from the watching eye.
Here, near at hand, is a fishing smack,
With the stain of rust on hulk and sail ;
And there a yacht on a shoreward tack.
Whose masts ne'er lient to an angry gale.
Rush on, my boat, for the goldsn sun
Jtips in the heaving sea.
And the west is bright with rosy light,
boon homeward we must flee—
boon safe from the gathering winds of night,
In the haven we must be.
Come, sit you here by my side, sweetheart,
Gome, sit you here by my side.
Asjhomeward bound we swiftly go.
In your heart will my heart confide;
We will talk of all that is pure and fair,
And ever in trust abide,
Juki never a cloud shall make us afraid
II Itll lv. . ... o.i— „..u„
'•EVEN THIS WILL PASS AWAY."
Of all the proverbs, quaint and sweet,
That burdened sou s eo gently greet.
As some wise voice from ancient c ay.
There sure is none in whose lielief
The worn heart finds such sweet relief
As "Even this will pass away 1"
W! ien weary bands from early dawn
'Till lengthening eve must labor on,
And know not surcease day by day;
How gladly comes the sweet refrain.
That echoes o'er and o'er again,
"This, even this, will pass away."
\V1 ien burdens that are hard to bear
Would sink the soul in black despair.
And whitening lips refuse to pray ;
Faith's lovely face e'en then will glow,
And sweet her voice that whispers low,
"But even this will pass away."
W hen earth to earth and dust to dust
Is read above our heart's best trust,
And we in anguish turn away,
The bitter cup less bitter seems.
When through its dregs the bright truth gleams,
That even this will pass away.
Yes, even this: With grief profound
We stand beside the new-made mound,
And long to greet the coming day,
Whpn weary feet have found a rest.
When, bands are folded o'er the breast,
And all life's woes have passed away.
A RURAL REMINISCENCE.
The sermon was long and the preacher was
prosy.
The cushion was soft and the corner was cosy ;
And musing, I knew.
By my side in the pew.
Was a dear little face that was dimpled and rosy.
A stray lût of lace and the curls of a feather
Lay close to m v cheek, and I didn't care whether
The sermon was long.
Or flirting was wrong
In a lonely' back pew, as we knelt down to
gether.
In reading the prayers we had one book be
tween us ;
So sweet was the smile that nobody seen us,
While l>ent on our knees
(Oh, how Cupid did tease!)
1 had stolen a kiss, with the prayer-book to
screen us.
In the oriel window the sunlight was gleaming.
In my drowsy old brain 1 felt love fancies teem
ing ;
Then ray heart gave a thump—
but my head got a bump
On the back of the pew—I had only been dream
ing.
QUESTIONING.
Daisies in the summer meadow,
Fern leaves in the woodland shadow—
Why they grow and why they blow,
Know'st thou why?
Nay, not I !
Dream« of the happy days and places,
Visions of fond hearts and faces—
Why they come and why they roam,
Know'st thou why?
Nay, not 11
Wouldst thou stay the flowers from blooming?
Wouldst thou ■ tay thy heart from roaming
Where the beams of love lit dreams
('bann the eye ?
Nay, not I !
A FARMER'S VIEW OF THE
CHURCH.
Well, wife. I've hail a round with Wâyne
'Bout jinin' our church ;
He tried the sceptic dodge on me—
The argument of smirch.
Says he, "Ix>ok at your members now,
There's Jones got drunk, and' Swem
Will cheat a friend to make a trade ;
Ain't I as good as them ?"
Says I, "A butcher buying stock
Does just the way you do ;
lie hunts around the cattle yard,
And finds the meanest two;
Then every offer that he makes,
An' every one he hears.
Is coupled with the sneering words—
'Jest look at them two eteers !'
You pick the meanest Christians out.
An' then with tricky jeers.
You run the whole church down by that—
Jest look at them two steers!'
No farmer's fooled by that old trick,
An' so you can't afford
To risk your soul in tryin' it
Fpon the all-wise Lord."
AFTER HIS BATH.
Senator Conkling at Mammoth Hot
Springs in I 883.
Continuation of Professor Henderson's
Sketch of the Visit of the Dis
tinguished New Yorker
to the National
Park.
Mammoth Hot Springs, April 24.—
[Special Correspondence of the Herald.]—
About 4 p. m. Senator Conkling bent his
stately head and entered the old log post
office, which was also occupied by me as
my office as Assistant Superintendent of
the Yellowstone National Park, and mak
ing me one of his most graceful bows, with
hat in hand, as if I were a woman revered
or a monarch crowned, said:
"Doctor, (for I must call you so,) when
you left me in my bath in that delightful
languor that succeeds great pain suddenly
subdued, I was in a semi-comatose state,
and neither thanked you nor even asked
your name, and having learned the latter
through Mr. Hobart, I have come in per
son to thank you and to reward you for
your prompt attention and marvelons
treatment in this Park, where everything
is marvelous."
Setting his hat upon the counter, and
with a graceful and most courteous recog
nition of my danghter, Jennie Henderson,
who advanced from behind her letter boxes
and seemed as much astonished as I
was at this remarkable speech as
at the lordly and deliberate manner
in which it was uttered, he drew out his
pocket book and seemed to await my
naming the amonnt of my fee as his medi
cal attendant.
"Senator, as a doctor I am so much of
an amateur that I have never yet charged
a fee, and if I relieved you of pain by the
application of so simple a remedy, that is
reward enough. But if you think you owe
me anything yon will balance our account
by giving me yonr autograph in our visit
or's record, and the names also of the la
dies and gentlemen who accompany yon in
this your first visit to Wonderland."
"Well, professor, you got me out of a
trouble caused by my own stupidity or the
laches of some one else, and now you pro
pose to let me off much easier than the
medical fraternity, a fellowship with whom
you repudiate, usually do. Let me have
that record and I shall most cheerfully
enter a name that is more widely known
than honored, I fear."
T.nnia laid the wnnrd nn th« nnnnter
and set a chair for our distinguished visi
tor inside, and I advanced and occupied
the place where he had stood on entering,
to witness the manner of his doing it.
For I confess that I was profoundly in
terested in every word, look and move
ment of this remarkable man, whose elo
quence once swayed and dominated the
greatest political party daring one of the
greatest historical epochs of modern times,
and whose eccentricities or pride had
made him an object of psycological
interest to every student of sociology. I
was scon to witness one of these wind
blown strains that not only indicate the
direction of a tide but show the causes
that lead to the rise and fall alike of men
and empires.
The pen with which the senator at
tempted to write his name was either too
new or too old. At all events, the ink
would not flow fast enough to suit his no
tion of what a good pen ought, and, with
a petulance as astonishing as the cause
was trivial, he raised his right hand and
partly addressing the pen and his two au
ditors said : "I can't write with that pen
and shan't write it!" And dashed the
pen to the further end of the counter
whereit ignomiDiously fell to the floor,
as many of his own Popes and ambitions
had failen. Strange to say, his mental
perturbation was contagious, and I at once
tired up with an aDger and petulence equal
to his own and exclaimed, with one hand
on the door knob ready to make my exit
when I had properly given vent to my
pent up Utica :
"All right, Senator ! If a man of yonr
years and experience cannot rise above the
fetichism that vents its venom on a piece
of cold steel, I—don't—want—your—sig
nature, and—I shan't—have it !"
The Senator half rose, and with a com
plex and indescribable movement he with
his left hand arrested Jennie in the act of
lifting up that small instrument that is
said to be mightier than the sword, and
with the right hand arrested my attempt
to leave the room, and with a voice half
command, half persuasion, said :
"HendersoD, stop ! Miss HendersoD, I
will pick up that pen, and I apologize for
my rudeness. Your reproof, Mr. Hender
son, was timely, temperate and just, and
I—ac—cept—it !"
He walked to where the pen had fallen
and nicking it up, sat down, and with the
utmost deliberation dipped his pen, the
ink flowed admirably, ami he wrote in a
plain, bold hand " Jnly 30,1683, Governor
Geo. Boutwell, Boston, Mass.; Iioscoe
Conkling, New York: Mrs. Conkling,
Utica, N. Y. ; Miss Gertrude Herkimer
Coxe, Kinderhook. N. Y.; Geo. C. Gorham,
editor Rep'n., Washington, D. C. ; Judge
Alfred Conkling Cox, Utica, N. Y."
This record and these signatures are now
of historic vaine and becomes a part of the
history of the Yellowstone Park.
He held out his hand and grasped mine
with a vigor that admonished me how
fortunate I was that it was that of a friend
and not an enemy. It made me think of
the advice of Polonins to Laertes.
"The fra uds thou hast, once their adoption tried,
Grapple them to *.hy soul with hoops ol steel."
That sterling, honest grasp made me his
friend forever. In one moment I forgot
all and forgave all his petulance
and spleen. He made me feel
that I had been honored in having served
him and that he was aright royal and im
perial leader of men. He could neither
fawn nor flatter, so that words of com
mendation from his lips were worth cent
per cent, and meant all they conveyed, and
more than most men conld express in so
few words. He dosed that interview with
words that are all the more precious
to men now that the lips that uttered them
are sealed in eternal silence.
"Professor, I am told by one who knows,
that yon are the acknowledge student
and interpreter of these grand terraces
caves, boiling lakes, living, dead and dying
cones, and that yon have given all these
substantial somethings a local habitation
and a name. Therefore I ask that you will
do me the honor of being my interpreter,
guide, philosopher and friend to-morrow,
and if need be a monitor. Onr party will
include those whose names I have put in
your record, and I trust my friendship will
do you no barm if not good."
"Senator, I like yon ! Not because you
are immaculate, but because you are in
tensely human and thoughtfully honest.
Adj- man may err, but there are few gifted
men who can see an error and frankly ac
knowledge it, as you have done to day.
And I am all the more delighted that you
honor me by permitting me to escort you
and your party over the terraces, the stair
way of by-gone centuries, where the resur
rected rocks have risen iDto the light and
taken forms more beautiful than man,
Nature's own plagiarist born, can copy, far
less steal and call it his alone by right
divine. Yes, it will be a pleasure to show
you these terraces that have occupied my
thoughts and interest me next to that
mystery of all mysteries, man."
So we parted, to meet again on Jnly 31,
1883, to spend one day among the terraces.
G. L. Henderson.
WHEN 10 WEAR JEWELRY.
[From the New York Sun J
How m8iiy of wealth are there in New
York—or elsewhere, for that matter—who
understand and practice the art of wearing
of jewelry with the same degree of perfec
tion that they evince in dealing with the
remainder of the toilet ? It is safe to say
that they are comparatively few. Mrs.
Wm. Whitney is one, Mrs. Marshall O.
Roberts another, and Baroness Blanc a
third, while a dozen others might be men
tioned, forming, however, a very small
minority of society women. This defect in
the management of gems was never more
noticeable than now. when the severity of
street toilet is also a severe strain npon the
natural vanity of the upstart whose hus
band has suddenly "struck it rich." A wo
man to be attired in perfect taste nowadays
must change her jewelry as often as she
changes her dress.
It is true that there are women who pre
tend to lead "sets" who go the extreme of
wearing no ornaments of this soit at all
npon the street during the day. There is
no reason why a woman should not wear
jewelry all the time, if she can afford it ;
but the great point is to know just what lo
wear and when to wear it. A well-known
society lady, whose exquisite taste in mat
ters of detail is proverbial, when approach
ed on this subject during an afternoon call
replied :
"There is no cast iron rule about such
things, of course—simply a line beyond
which it is not safe to venture."
"Bur wnar is yonr loea, tor instance, or
how a lady should manage her jewelry
throughout an entire day ?"
"Well, I think that on her first appear
ance in the morning she might wear id her
ears small, plain drops, a siDgle small
bracelet, an unpretentious brooch, and a
tiny watch chain about the neck. Later,
when out riding she should wear screw
earriDgs of diamonds, pearls or torquoise.
Her watch chain should hang across the
breast in several thin festoons. The
brooch should be more pronounced, too—
such a? a large insect. She may wear two
bracelets, that on one arm perfectly plain,
the other ornamented, but not heavily.
Both should be of gold. While entertain
ing friends at luncheon she should select
long pendant earrings (which are gradually
comiDg back into favor), a necklace and
locket. Her watch should have a light,
queer chain with a ball or other charm at
the end. On one wrist she may wear a
rather heavy bracelet, on the other two
thin ones. As to rings, she may wear sev
eral, if her hands are pretty. If they are
not, she should never draw attention to
them in this way.
"In the aftemooD, when she goes shop
ping or calling, she should wear instead of
pendants small knobs or close-setting ear
rings and a single bracelet ontside her
glove. In dressing for dinner the most im
portant change is made. Tell me how the
women about you at dinner wear their
jewels, and I will tell you their origin. I
think a lady should then wear handsome
pendant ear-rings, with brooch to match,
and small but elegant bracelets. She may
a'so wear the richest rings she possesses, as
they are here seen to the best advantage.
"For the theatre much less display should
be made. Solitaire ear-rings—pendant if
preferred—a necklace withont pendants,
several bracelets, a simple ornament in the
hair and a large Drooch in the corsage
would do very well.
"All this applies almost equally to mar
ried or single women. But m attending a
reception or ball there must be the cus
tomary distinction. Young unmarried
ladies should not venture beyond a neck
lace composed of a double gold chain, with
pearl clasps, and an ornament in front of
pearl and turquoises. Married women, on
the contrary, may wear diamonds in profu
sion—or pearls, if they prefer them—in
necklace and earrings, and an armlet of
plain gold near the left shoulder. A dia
mond ornament for the hair adds to her
toilet.
"Chnrch ? Oh, yes. I had almost for
gotten church. Well, at divine service a
lady should wear no more jewelry than
she did in the early morning, when she first
appeared on the scene."
A Dish of Crow.
New York Tribune.
"Daniel," said the President softly, as he
stood at a window of the White House in
jAe gloaming and dreamily watched the
dim outline of a Potomac dredger making
fail down the river.
"What is it, sire?"
"Do you recollect the exact wording of
that reference to second terms in my letter
of acceptance?"
"Not precisely, sire, but it was to the
effect that second terms were not beneficial
to the nation, and should not be sought by
patriotic Presidents."
"H-m!"
A moment's silence fell upon the room,
and then :
"Daniel,"
"Yes, sire."
"Among the game in the White House
larder is there any—any—crow ?"
"I think there is, sire ; there generally is."
"Have it made into a pie, Daniel."
"To-day?"
"Immediately."
And then silence came again, broken
only as the Preeident drammed softly on
the window sill.
AMONG THE TERRACES.
Senator Conkling and Party Viewing
the Phenomnal Features of Mam
moth Springs on Their Park
Tour of 1883.
Mammoth Hot Springs, April 26,1888.
—[Special correspondence of the Herald.]
A four horse carriage and a few saddle
horse* took Mr. Conkling s party up Ter
race Mountain as far as the OraDge Geyser.
Mrs. ConkliDg was in very poor health and
"these dreadful bills," as she called them,
that we encountered between the Hotel
Plateau and Narrow Guage Terrace, upset
what of nervous energy she started with,
so she decided to return with the carriage,
leaving the Senator, his niece, Miss Coxe,
and her brother, Jndge Coxe, to continue
the journey over the terraces on foot.
The phenomenal features of the Orange
Geyser were of profound interest to all and
elicited some reflections that are well worth
noting.
The form and color suggested to me
its name early in 1882. The two pulsating
jets of boiling water rising from an un
known depth and generally surging over
its walls in rhythmic waves, de
positing at each pulsation, invisible mole
cules which become beautiful micioscopic
cups, containing a tiny drop of water, and
at the outer margins aud on the walls and
at the base of the cone, becoming larger
and larger until they contain many gal
lons, or even barrels. Then there are
billions of these cups lying beneath each
other as the entombed coral insect lies
bnried beneath their living successors.
Then there is a par-boiled forest that is
being buried in a magnesian tomb as sure
ly, slowly and pitiously as the voracious
reptile devours its crushed and quivering
victim.
"Why must this marvelous creation of
inanimate nature involve and devour her
evergreen, arboreal children?" said the
vivacious and poetic Miss Coxe.
"Your nature is as void of pity as her
laws; she is as blind as Cupid and as
silent as the Sphy ix," said her brother in
a judicial tone.
"Gertrude is right, for Nature is at once
the creator and oestroyer. But there is
this to be said in her favor, that though
she seems to be deaf, dumb and blind,
she has given us ears to hear her uncon
scious music, tongues to voice her emo
tions, and eyes to see her wonder-working
modes and judginen s with which to
comprehend some of her processes at least.
But do you notice how like our human
world is this terrace building world?
These cups, from the least to the greatest,
have each their day and all their doom !
They are in turn buried and forgotten !
Their torn» «ntl size are tha mara accidents
of their nearness or distance from the
creative vortex ; but time, the pitiless
democrat, levels them all at last !"
"Oh, well, uncle, let us drink the cup of
joy that nature so generously bestows, and
let Time and Death work their sweet wills,
as they surely shall whether we will or no.
I am glad that we are far enough away
from the creative vortex to dream of being
ourselves creators, or favorites of that
made alike admirer and admired."
So saying. Miss Gertrude skipped mer
rily around the summit of the oraDge, pat
ted the trees that were haviDg so cleanly
but so hot a coffin, and proposed that we
see something else.
The Senator seemed sad, and the judge
judicial, hut Miss Coxe, with that woman's
instinct, felt that as mirth and melancholy
are door neighbors.it was best to laugh and
grow fat in the sunshine.
Passing Bath Lake aud the Crank Tree
Terrace, both of which were much ad
mired. one for its transparency, the other
for its twisticity. lor the terrace looked
like an unfoldiDg scroll, and the trees that
grow out of it seem to have been twisted
and gnarled and bent and bungled as many
humans are, but all in perfect harmony
with that creative flat of vortex and envi
ronment.
The Jacob's Ladder Terrace occupied
our attention for over an hour. The Frog
Pond at the west end of this terrace dis
charges its water at a temperature ot 45°
into a bed of sulphur, in which it effeiv. s:s
actively, and is then forced into a fissure
that runs through the whole length of the
terrace, over a hundred yards, and after
reaching the east end of the terrace, at
least eighty feet above the lake, is dis
charged in a double jet at a temperature
of 108° ; the water then flows down the
walls of Fairy Terrace, building myriads
of caps at the Orange, and underneath
the wall are the three famous caves, Her
mit's, Stalactite and Stygian. The latter
is literally a cave of the dead. Even its
entrance is covered with dead beetles,
birds, mice, and whatever comes within
the baleful death-dealing carbonic acid.
The writer has yet to give his experience
in attempting to explore this den of the
Basalisk, one glance of whose eyes expels
the spark of life from every moital thing.
The Hermit's Cave has much more ex
ternal than internal beauty. The Fairy
Terrace is as Miss Coxe said, "one of
Nature's most beautiful works of art."
The yellows, greens and browns are most
delicately shaded and blend into each
in veritical stripes in degrees as impercept
ible as that of the rainbow's prismatic
hues. Great pendents hang over the eaves
of the cave and retain all the beanty of the
walls above, but in deeper shades.
I must defer the description of our
entrance into and exploration of the stal
actite cave to another chapter, as the con
versation is of more interest now that it
has become classic ground by the addition
of that haman increment that consecrates
even a desert where a Bannockburn or a
Shiloh has been fought.
G. S. Henderson.
Some Interesting Figures.
A man of a mathematical turn of mind
made an interesting calculation as to the
amount of whisky consumed by a steady
drinker who takes on an average twenty
drinks a day. This wonld give 140 drinks
a week, or 7,280 a year. Supposing it true
that a man can keep np such an average
for twenty years, he would have taken at
the end of that time the enormous total of
145.600 drinks. The average drink is
about seventy to the gallon. Dividing
145.600 by 70, it is seen that the man has
imbibed 2,080 gallons of whisky, or about
fifty-seven barrels, allowing thirty-six gal
lons to the barrel. Supposing that the
man 's 145,600 drinks cost him on an aver
age ten cents a drink, it is seen that he
has Bpent a handsome little fortune in the
coarse of twenty years.
QUEER LANGUAGE?.
Cnrious .Means of Intercommunica
tion Between Savages.
[St. James' Gazette.]
At the last meeting of the Berlin Anthro
pological Society, Lieutenant Quedenfeldt,
a German officer who has lived on Gomero
island, one of the Canary group, described
a whistling language which is used by the
inhabitants. The language does not con
sist ol any arbitrary series of- signals or
sounds ; it is described as ordinary speech
translated into articulate whistling, each
syllable having its owu appropriate tone.
The Gomero uses both fingers and lips
when whistling, and Lieutenant Quedeu
feldt asserts that he can carry on a conver
sation with a neighbor a mile off, who
perfectly Understands all be is saying.
The practice is confined to Gomero island
and is quite unknown in the other islands
of the archipeligo. This adoption ot the
whistling language is said to be due to the
peculiar eological construction of Gomero
island. It is traversed by numerous gullies
and deep ravines running out iu all direc
tions from the central plateau. As they
are not bridged, they can only be coseed
with great difficulty ; hence a man living
within a stone's throw of another in a
straight lice has often to go round many
miles when he wishes to see or speak to
his neighbor. This, it is conjecture!, led
to the adoption of whistling as a useful
means of communication, which has grad
ually assumed the proportions of a true
substitute for speech. It is described as
being anything but unpleasant to the ear.
This reminds one of the drum language
of the natives of the Cameroon?, mentioned
in Buchholz'8 book on We*t Africa, by
means of which the most complicated
messages can be conveyed to villages at
a distance when occasion necessitates it.
For this purpote a peculiarly shaped dram
is employed. By dividing the surface
into uneven halves the instrument on
being struck may be made to yield two dis
tinct notes. By these and shortening aud
lengthening the intervals between each
note, a code is established, with a regular
sequence of taps, strokes, and intervals
capable of expressing every syllable in the
language. All the natives understand this
code ; aud so highly elabom'ed is it that a
chief can by its means summon to his
presence any villager whom be desires to
see, intimating to the latter at the same
titre the purpose for which he is required.
In this way, too, messages can be sent from
village to village over wide stretches of
country —the drummer in one hamlet
transmitting to the next the signals he
hears—and with extraordinary rapidity.
Buchloz had proof on one occasion of the
utility of this drum language and its capa
bilities as a medium of com
munication. The negro who had
charge of bis canoe obtained leave
o îe morning to attend to some private bus
iness of his own which took him to the
other side of the river. The man rema'ned
away an unreasonable time, and Buchholz
got very angry, as he was waiting to leave
the place. Another negro suggested that
they should drum for him. The drummer
was sent for and instructed to inform the
missiDg servant that his master was very
angry with him, and that he wa to return
at once. In a few minutes the man
returned with the inevitable apologies for
the length of time he had been away. He
had perfectly understood the message
drummed out to him, as Buchholz ascer
tained by inquiring of him.
Equally curious is the so-called sign lan
guage, or finger speech of Oriental traders,
largely employed on the east coast of Afri
ca, in the direction of Zanzibar. Walking
through a market-place in this region of
the world the traveler will often witness a
strange sight. A couple of grave, long
bearded Arabs will step aside, each will
put his hand up the other's sleeve, and the
pair will then begin apparently to pinch
each other's fingers for a few minutes.
Often the performance will be varied
One will unroll his long turban
cloth, or perhaps lift up his
long mantle and then cover his
hand, and concealed beneath this the
pinching of the fingers will proceed as be
fore. The initiated know that this is a
method of bargaining by means of a code
of finger speech understood by eastern
traders from Souther Arabia and Northern
Africa to the borders of Persia. It has
been adopted in the first instance for a
simple reason. In the east, especially along
the coast of the Red sea, Zanzibar and
Southern Arabia, all business is transacted
in the open air. And iu all such
transactions the by Standers, idlers,
riffraff and meddlesome busibodifs
generally contrive to have a
good deai to say, tendering their advice
to both buyer and seller. The unwritten
etiquette of the East requires that such
friendly counsel should not be resented.
But as the merchants and dealers find it
an unmitigated nuisance and a great hin
drance to business, they have adopted a
certain code of finger signs, which they
exchange when bargaining, with their
hands concealed under their sleeves or
torban cloth. Each finger and each joint
of a finger represents a certain figure. So
the pair can bargain by the hour—as they
often do—to their hearts' content, and
none of the noisy and gaping busy bodies
around them be any the wiser for it.
8180,000 For Patti.
Mine. Patti is in South America. From
the point in view of the money-maker, this
tonr will probably be the culminating
point in th# career of the highest paid
prima donna of musical history. For
thirty pnblic performances she receives
§180,000, or $6,000 an evening. This sum
guaranteed to her even if the receipts are
only §5. Bnt ander most ordinarily favor
able circumstances she can make $12,500
in one evening. That means that in fonr
evenings Mme. Patti will be able to earn
as mnch, and more than the president of
the United States receives in the twelve
calendar months for his services to the
country.
Difference In Taste.
Two friends met in the Omaha depot the
other day, one from Chicago and the other
from Los Angeles. "Where are you going?"
asked the former. "Going to Los Angeles
to spend the winter. And you "I'm going
to spend the winter in Chicago," replied th*
Los Angeles man.—Texas Siftings.
ASTRONOMICAL SCIENCE.
Its Progress Daring the Nineteenth
Century.
[From the Sidereal Messenger |
Looking back at the year 1800, we are
astonished at the change. The compara
tively simple science of the heavenly
bodies known to our predecessors, almost
perfect so far as it went, incurious of what
lay beyond its grasp, has developed into a
body of manifold powers and parts, each
with its separate mode and means of
growth, full of strong vitality, but ani
mated by a restless and unsatisfied spirit,
haunted by the sense of problems unsolved,
and tormented by conscious impotence to
sound the immensities it perpetually con
fronts.
Knowledge might then be said to be
bounded by the solar system; but even the
solar system presented itself under an
aspect strangely different from that it now
wears. It consisted ot the sun, seven
planets, and twice as many satelites, all
circling harmoniously and in obedience to
a universal law, by the compensating
action of which the indefinite stability of
their mutual relations was secured. The
occasional incursion of a comet, or the
periodical presence of a single such wan
derer, chained by planetary or solar attrac
tion, to prevent escape to outer space,
availed nothing to impair the symmetry
of the majestic spectacle.
Now, not alone have the asceitained lim
its of the system been widened by 1,000,
000,000 of miles, with the addition of one
more giant planet and six satellites to the
aDcient classes of its members, but a com
plexity has been given to its constitution
bafiling description or thought. Two hun
dred and seventy circulating planetary
bodies bridge the gap between Jupiter and
Mars, the complete investigation of the
movements of any one of which would
overtask the energies of a lifetime. Mete
orites, strangers apparently to the funda
mental ordering of the solar household,
swarm nevertheless, by millions in every
cranny of its space, returning at regular
intervals like the comets so singularly as
sociated with them, or sweeping across it
with hyperbolic velocities, brought per
haps from some distant star. And each of
these cosmical grains of dust has a theory
far more complex than that of Jupiter; it
bears within it the secret of its origin, and
fulfills a function in the universe. The
sun itself is no longer a semi-fabulous, fire
girt globe, but the vast scene of the p'ay of
forces as yet imperfectly known to us,
offering a boundless field for the most ardu
ous and inspirmg researches. AmoDgst the
pianets, the widest variety in physical hab
itudes is seen to prevail, and each is recog
nized as a world apart, inviting inquiries
which, to be effective, must necessarily be
special and detailed. Even our own moon
threatens to break loose from the tram
mels of calculation, and commits "errors "
which sap the very foundations of
the lunar theory, and suggest
the formidable necessity for its revision.
Nay, the steadfa-t earth has forfeited the
implicit confidence placed in it as a time
keeper. and questions relating to the sta
bility of the earth's axis, ami the constancy
of the earth's rate of rotation are among
those which it behooves the future to an
swer. Everywhere there is multiformity
and change, stimulating a curiosity which
the rapid development of methods of re
search offers the possibility of at least par
tially gratifying.
Outside the solar system the problems
which demand a practical solution are all
infinite in number and extent. And these
have all arisen and crowded upon our
thoughts within less than one hundred
years. For sidereal science became a re
cognized branch of astronomy only through
Herschel's discovery of the revolutions of
double stars in 1802. Yet already it may
be and has been called "the astronomy of
the future," so rapidly has the develop
ment of a keen and universal interest at
tended and stimulated the growth of power
to investigate this sublime subject. What
has been done is little—is scarcely a be
ginning ; yet it is much in comparison with
the total blank of a century past. Aud our
knowledge will, we are easily persuaded,
appear in turn the merest ignorance to
those who come after us. Yet it is not to
be despised, since by it we seach up groping
fiDgers to touch the hem of the garment of
the Most High.
Ate 53 Raw Eggs.
Ansonia, Conn., April 20.— Michael
Beegan, a liquor dealer of New HaveD,
who weighs 225 pounds, challenged James
Brennan, a farmer, who had just brought
in eight dozen eggs, to a raw-egg-eating
contest for §10 a side last night.
The farmer consented, and at 6 o'clock
hey cracked the first egg. Beegan swal
lowed his with sherry, Brennan took his
from the shell. At the the twentieth egg
Beegan succumbed, but Brennan kept on
until 53 eggs had disappeared. Brennan
has not been heard from since. He offered
to bet Beegan that he conld eat five dozen
eggs in an hour and a half, but the bet was
not accepted.
Why She Sat Down.
This morning a young lady was passing a
residence on whoso steps was a young man,
and in front of which was a dog. In a flash
her feet went out from under her and she
went down on the icy walk. The dog in a
playful mood rushed to her assistance, while
the young man, not at all embarrassed, asked:
"Did you fall?"
"Well, I should think I had," said the
young lady, rising and rearranging her head
gear.
"Yes," responded the youth, "I thought it
must be funny if you sat down to play with
the dog."—Albany Journal.
Served Hot.
' "Madam," pleaded the tramp, piteously,
"I am hungry to starving. May I take a few
snowballs to eat from your side yard ?"
"Certainly, my poor man," replied the
woman with the big heart, kindly, "and if
you like I'll warm them up for you."—New
York Sun.
Hie One Tbing Needful.
Among the recent applications for patents
Is one for a cigar selling machine, which
drops out a "Havana," clips the end off
and exposes a match and a piece of sand
paper whenever a nickel is dropped into a
slit in the side of the machine. The patent
office has decided not to grant a patent until
the inventor attaches a contrivance to his
machine thatcvill also produce an automaton
that will grab the nickel cigar and go off in
the woods and smoke it.—Norristown Herald.
FILLING IN AjCORNER LOT.
Lewis Powell's Patient Labor of
Fourteen Years, and His Job
Isn't Finished Yet.
"He has been at that for thirteen years."
And the speaker laughed, say r The Atlanta
Constitution , as he watched an old man
gathering up a bucket of stones and brok eu
bricks. The old man continued his work
until his bucket was filled, aud then
started back toward Spring street.stopping
on his way to resurrect a rusty old hoop
that was nearly buried in the gutter.
After walking about three blocks he stop
ped at the corner of Spring and James
streets, and, laying the rusty hoop care
fully upon a great pile of rusty hoops of all
kinds and sizes, he carried the bucket to
the back of the lot, a part of which was
considerably lower than the front, and
emptied the bucket r u! of bricks and stones
He was about 70 years old apparently—ic
his shirt sleeves, and wearing a dingy
straw hat. He was feeble, too, and his
steps were slow, but he stopped only to
get a drink of water at the back door, and
then ambled off with the empty backet.
The little frame structure is half store
and half residence. Just inside the door to
the store sat a portly old lady of 60, or
thereabouts.
"Who is that old man yonder with that
empty bucket?"
"Him ! Why that's old man Lewis
Powell, and he's my husband. I thought
everybody knew him."
"Is that all he does ?"
"Fill up the lot, you mean ? No, no; he
puts hoops on barrels and kegs, and raises
calves and such like ; but that's his main
business. He. 's been at it nigh on to four
teen years."
"And how much has he filled iu ?"
"Ob. from the sidewalk on back. The
lot is 50x80, and it used to be just one big
hole. Now here on Spring street, where
the front is, the bank went nearly straight
down, 'cause the eye of the sewer was right
there. Then the sewer was open and run
in a gully the whole length of the lot and
just about in the middle of the lot. Here
on James street, at the side there, it wasn't
so steep. The front of the old house was
about half way down the bank, and the
pillars at the back was over ten feet high.
The house wasn't more'n twelve feet that
way, either. And right at the back door
the sewer passe!."
"How deep was it?"
"Well, right here at the front the city
men measured to the sewer once, and it
was a little over twenty feet below the
sidewalk. The back of the lot was a little
lower. It was one big hole 50x80, and
almost in the bottom of it was the old
house."
"Fourteen years ago?"
"Fourteen years ago we bought it from
Jack Smith on time. It wasn't much, but
me and Jenny and Joe and Stella just
buckled down and worked like tigers.
The neighbors made fun of us at tiist, and
even the niggers thought it was funny.
Now, I ain't telling you this because I'm
stuck up about it, but it just shows what
the Powell family has done, and it shows
wbat poor folks can do if they stick at it."
Didn't the old man help?"
' Yes, a little. But we had to live, and
then he spent lots of his time a-fillin' up,
so the brunt of the money part fell on me
and the children. We bought the mud
hole and he made the mud hole what it is
now. Right here where the mud hole was
there is a earner lot, and them what used
to laugh at ns would like mighty well to
own it now."
And the old lady smiled as though the
thought was a very plea«ant one.
"Yes, sir," she continued, "it's worth a
good deal now. and first thing you know,
when the streets get paved along here, it
will be worth a lot more than it is now."
"And the old man?"
"The old man has worked mighty faith
ful. Little at a time he has fetched dirt
and rocks and brick and trash. Then the
c : ty pnt a pipe there for a sewer, and he
begun at the sidewalk on spring street and
filled back. The bank kept getting far
ther and further, and after, I don't know
how long, we built this little house on the
filled-in part. The old man kept filling
back, till we've got a pretty big back yard;
and there's only a little part left to fill back
there. You see, he never tore up the old
house—.just throwed in around it and in it
till he has almost buried it."
"Why?"
"Oh, it's just a notion of his. He didn't
want to see the old house tore up, and
there it is now, with just the roof stickin'
out. In a little while it will be one level
yard, 50 by 80, and a corner lot, too. And
by the time it all gets filled up—well, me
and the old man is gettin' feeble now and
we won't last mach longer. But now that
we are all out of debt and just enough left
to do to keep the old man's hand in, it does
me good to think of that old mudhole and
how we had to save and slave and pinch to
pay for it. And I think the old man
like to 3tand there at the corner and look
back how level and smooth it is, and think
how it was done, a handful at a time,
through the rain and the snow aud the
sunshine. Fourteen years! It was a big
job, but we stuck to it, and I'm restin'
now, for my work is doue. The old man
don't work like he used to, bnt he says his
job ain't finished yet, and he keeps fillin'
np."
"And when his work is done--"
"Then he'll rest too."
Every One Ban.
Omaha Man—Went to a spiritual seance
down in Arizona, eh? Anything happen?
Arizona Man—Well, yes. The medium
went into a trance, and then announced that
he was the spirit of a man who had been
murdered, and that the murderer sat in the
audience.
"Well, well. Did anybody run?"
"We all ran."—Omaha World.
A Good Suggestion.
Impecunious Dude—Cholly, I've got to
make a waise or go to work, and I cawn't
stand that, bah Jove I W%at would you
wecommend?
Cholly—You have a nice soft beard. Bor
row a suit of female apparel and put It on,
and any dime museum man will give you a
job as a bearded lady on sight.—Chicago
Tribune.
A iiroRpn neart.
"Papa," she said, as the old man came in
late, "young Mr. Sampson offered himself to
me to-night and I refused him. And oh,
papa, I am afraid his heart is broken."
"He told me about it," said the old man.
"Then you met himF'
"Yes, he's down at the Eagle playing bil
liards."—New York Sun.

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