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fckfttd Mli^cclhiniK BUSY BODIES. IT in ii fact, an I've been told. That nuoule, in the davit of old, (lot rich in Bihi-r and in gold,* No mutter wluit they bought or sold, ity minding their o»u business. They did not try to wound one's fame, Or Wander nnybodj's name The cured not when you went or came hey |leii»rd flieinseheH—you (lid the same, II it was jour own business. And ii a man did what \\m riilit In hi» own mind, and in the eight OICocl and I.MVV, bj dav lllld night, lie went ahead and tought the tight, Determined on his businesi. Hut in di'gen'nite modern ilnv» There"H quite change in people"* ways, And what a person does orniivs Must be held tin unto the gu/e Ofoerj busybody. And if jou do not tell them, too, When- you are going, and what to do, They get in such an awful stew, They II e\en watch and follow \ou— These very bt«»ybodies. And then they surely think they know .liis-t UIUMI w»u come and when'vou go, And tliev will whisper, so and sot To e\ r\ friend and v#ry foe— Ttiese wry busybodies. But if wc take the pains to see Who these same busvbodies his, We tlnd there's not ii he or she Who bus ti decent uistnry. Among these busybodies. Hut b-t IIH no more notice lake Ut evil rongiiex but. for their sake, U'.-'ll lioj.e una |)r.,v th-j soon may wake 1'iom wlckedneuK. and money make Jly minding their own business. —Chicago Tribune. QUALITY HILL. Mas. WOODCOCK sat in the middle of the room, vv itli her feet on the rug of the chair and her fingers in her ears. I like to hear thunder well enough I don't know hut what I do. I am not any afraid of that. But 1 be some scart of the lightning," said she, starting as the heavens blazed over with a sheet of flame in instant glory, with a crash and roar that found its way through her fat lingers and through two wads'of cotton, biii-ting her ears like the trump of doom. Mercy on me!" shrieked Mrs. Wood cork, that stru:k. Now you may rely upon it, as true as you arc a living creat ure, that struck!" Mr. Spofferd's old sorrel horse, the only living creature in sight, made no rc p!\, but kept on nibbling away at the vvhitc clmer on the green before the door. JIc only turned his back to the dri\ ingrain, that flew from the west to the cast so fast and so heavy that it was more like a bank of fog than moving drops of water and gave a passing shiver when the rainfall changed to hail, and rattled down in stones as large as birds' eggs. But Mrs. Woodcock was above the blind trust of the beast so, pale and trembling, she pressed her hands tighter over her ears, and looked at a spider's web in the darkest corner of the room as steadfastly as if she was sitting for her photograph. The thunder growled itself to sleep at lai-t, the lightning flashed its life away and the sun broke out like a sudden smile on a baby's face. Still the uncon scious Mrs. Woodcock held on to her ears and gazed at the spider's web until the outer door was flung open, and the chore boy shuttled in. He was a hempen haired, buttermilk-eyed lad of fifteen, Mho Mas either half-witted or half crazed—possibly both. "Ho! Aunt Prissy," he cried, "what ai'O you keeping Independence for, the day after the Fourth? It has all come ofl as clear as new cider, and you are wasting your time sitting there like a statue. You better be mending my pantaloons." As he spoke a sudden sunbeam darted through the western iudow and flashed athwart the corner. "If there isn't a cobweb right in my kitchen!" quoth Mrs. Woodcock,deliber ately putting down her fingers and her feet, and going for a wing—a gray goose wing that hung by a strip of red calico on a nuil behind the door. Oh, you come, Orson? Where did It strike?" she continued, appearing to dis cover the grinning boy. "The hail struck everywhere, particu larly on Dr. Seacrest's grape-vines. I haven't heard as the thunder struck at all, not even on some folks' ears," re turned Orson, who was mainly composed of a pair of overgrown bare feet, blue cotton frock and overall, a set of broad, white teeth and a weather-beaten hat, with wide, slouching brim. "You don't mean to say the doctor's grape-vines are hurt essentially, do you?" queried Mrs. Woodcock, deaf to the im pertinence as she had been to the thun der. Don't know nothing about no es sences," replied Orson, who was fond of long words, but not clear as to their use. Hut I can tell you one thing, though. You ought just to see the doctor's new grape-vines he sets so much by. The tendous and young grapes are fairly chewed to bits. Yes'ih. I don't expect $500 in gold would put it back to where it was an hour ago." "How you talk!" gasped Mrs. Wood cock, who liked to have things happen, and the worse they happened the better she liked it. She was a very -kind hearted soul, but something to talk over was worth as much as her dinner. But is it so?" she continued, doubt fully. Really and truly, Orson? Now speak the truth just exactly as it is." Orson had as much idea of tlic truth as he had of geology. Yes'm," said he, getting bolder. "The doctor said tome, 'Orson Larely,' said he, I wouldn't have this damagement done to my vintonage not if you had of fered me a five hundred dollar bill right in my hand.' And then he looked as sober as anything and walked straight into the house. I saw Mrs. Seacrest through the oriol window, and she was crying like fury. You ought to take a look at it yourself, Aunt Prissy, if you don't believe me," he concluded, in an aggrieved tone. Mrs. Woodcock did not believe him en tirely, to be sure, but there might be something worth seeing so, after a lit tle reflecting, she decided it would be handy to have a dose of salts and senna in the house, and she might as well step up to the doctor's and get it then as any time. There was no need to wait for the grass'to dry, for Mrs. Woodcock's choco late andjwhite calico, guiltless of a pan ier and innocent of a trail, did not even brush the broad plantain leaves and the firry speedwell blossoms bordering the well-trodden footpath that led from her doorstep straight into the world. And her heavy calf-skin shoes squeaked to scorn the idea of wetting through. So she tied on her log-cabin sunbonnct that had a pert calico bow prospecting from the top, took her crooked-handled green gingham umbrella, to act the double part of supporter and protector, and set out—not to seek her fortune, but seek somebody's misfortune. 1 lie way to Dr. Seacrest's was across the green away from the black cotton mills down by the river away from the street of stiff white cottages, where the mill operators lived away from the commonplace, two-story dwellings clus tering around the church, the store, the blacksmith's shop and the postofti.ee, to a bit of level slightly removed from "Th Hollow" by a sloping hill. Here was scattered a group of houses where the doctor, the mill-owner, the minister and two or three prosperous farmers lived. Lived, so the Hollow people said, stuck up" and apart from their neigh bors. But the aristocratic isolation was all the work of the Hollow, for, as Mrs. Woodcock often said: Folks can choose their own place in the world. If they have a mind to hold up their heads and be something they can be, or they can be nobody or nothing. Either one." Accordingly she held up her head and made herself somebody, equally in the kitchen of Mary Duffy, the Irish laun dress, in Speck Lane, at the lowest dip of the Hollow, and in the parlors of the spa cious mansion that crowned the top of Quality Hi.. So now she went up the wide, flower bordered walk leading to Dr. Seacrest's stately doorway with the assurence of a welcome guest, and, tapping confidently on the open door, stepped in with a little nod and courtesy as much of respect to herself as of deference to Mrs. Seacrest and her daughter, Miriam, sitting sewing and looking as tranquil as thouglwio storm had ever passed over either vineyard or spirit. Dear me! Is it you, Mrs. Woodcock? How you started me! Come in. We were speaking of you not half an hour ago," cried Mrs. Seacrest, who was a live ly, cordial woman, as round and flushed as a poppy, and always sitting in the sunshine, no matter what clouds there might be in the sky. Mrs. Woodcock came in. "Quite a shower we have had," said she, dropping upon a velvet sofa with an air of being much at home on velvet. I noticed, as I came along, Mr. Hurlbert's oats are beaten flat, and I shouldn't wonder if a good deal of injury was done by the hail." "Very likely," replied Mrs. Seacrest, serenely. "The hailstones wcic very large. But it has come off beautifully now, and the air seems so much purer after the storm." Some people might nave felt put aside at this, but not Mrs. Woodcock. She perceived that something lay under this placid surface, and, never being troubled by excess of delicacy, proceeded at once to send out her blood-hounds. "How was it here?" said she, bold ly. "Anything damaged about your grounds?" The dahlias, some of them were broken off—didn't father say?" responded Mrs. Seacrest, appealing to her daughter. And I think some glass was broken in the hot-house. The doctor has just or dered a different style of sash, so these are out of the way just in time." Everything was always tish that came to Mrs. Seacrest's net. 'Tisn't that," said Mrs. Woodcock to herself. Something heavier than hail stones is on her mind." So she started another trail. "Heard from Earnest lately?" she asked. "Not very long since," replied Mrs. Seacrest, carelessly, but with the faint est shadow of a shade slipping across her sunny face for an instant. "That is it," said the visitor, inwardly nodding approvingly to herself. For it is not everybody who would have had the skill to touch upon the sore spot so soon. But before she had decided on her next question Mrs. Seacrest spoke again. W are expecting him home soon, Mrs. Woodcock, with his wife." His wife!" cried Mrs. Woodcock. Even with her discerning foresight she was not prepared for this announce ment, Earnest Seacrest being yet a jun ior in the State University. Miriam looked steadily upon her work, flushing with a look of painful annoy ance, but her mother's tone was as blithe as ever. "Yes," said she "Earnest is young, isn't he? But, after all, he is as old as I was when I married. Our children take us by surprise coming to be men and women so much sooner than we expect." "When do you look for him—them?" faltered Mrs. Woodcock, too much be wildered for her usual aptness of ques tioning. "Almost at anytime I shall not be surprised if they come to-day," answered Mrs. Seacrest, not able to conceal some nervous dread. Not a dread that the married pair might arrive before Mrs. Woodcock should go away with her long ears, deep eyes and broad tongue. Oh, no! Mrs. Woodcock would have scorned herself with contemptuous scorning if such an unworthy jealousy had crossed her self assured mind. So she sat, and sat, and sat, while Mrs. Seacrest sewed, and sewed, and sewed and sewed. Miriam, evidently unable to bear the slow torture, soon found an errand to her chamber, and found no reason for returning. Wasn't your son's marriage a little sudden to you?" asked Mrs. Woodcock, as soon as she had collected her ideas. Somewhat. But it is so much better for a young man to settle upon some one than to fall into the habit of flirting," re plied Mrs. Seacrest, with cheerful satis faction. "And I have always been in favor of early marriages. When people wait till their habits are crystallized it is much harder adapting themselves—" Mrs. Seacrest's sentence was brought to an untimely end by the stoppage of a carriage at the gate—the doctor's car riage, too, with the doctor himself to drive. So it seems she knew all the time they were coming this very day, though she made it so vague. And there was I, as my good fortune would have it, right in the midst of the home-coming," said Mrs. Woodcock afterward, in relating the story to Mademoiselle Widger. Mademoiselle Widger was the milliner who lived only three doors fpom Mrs. Woodcock's, and said "Mon Dieu," to appear like a French woman. She was equally fond of a cup of tea and a dish of 1 gossip, and made all Mrs. Woodcock's bonnets for nothing. So there I sat and saw it all," pur sued Mrs. Woodcock. And what do you think, Mademoiselle, but Earnest came in with a lady on his arm older than his mother. 'My wife,' said he, and you might have knocked me over with one of your feather poppies. There never was such a surprise in Throckmorton before." "Mon Dieu!" cried mademoiselle, with a little foreign scream. "Did you learn how it happened?" No more than the dead," replied Mrs. Woodcock, solemnly. "Mrs. Seacrest tried to pass it oft with her smooth-it away manner, but she couldn't deceive me. I could see she had hard work to keep her feeling in. But there she poured the tea and passed the cake to that old thing as smiling as a moon. She is such a hand to cover up and make as every thing is iust right that happens to her." So you staid to lunch?" queried mad emoiselle, helping herself to a third cup of beverage from Mrs. Woodcock's round black pot as she spoke. Yes, they asked me and I didn't wait to be dcened. I thought it would be a good chance to see the bride, how she looked and how she appeared." "Well, how was it?" asked the milli ner, between her sips of tea. "She appeared well enough, as far as that went, if she hadn't seemed old enough to be his grandmother. You know Earnest is master young-looking for his years, and I don't suppose he is a day over twenty." But didn't you have any surmise how it happened to take place?" pursued mademoiselle. "Well, I suppose she must have been worth property," returned Mrs. Wood cock, who, like a wise general, never ac knowledged a defeat. But for all that I don't commend it in him, and I had as lief tell him so at his dinner-table." While thus the hidden affairs of the doctor's family were being discussed and stirred up in the Hollow, as a hen stirs among dead leaves, on the hill they were being covered over like the lost babes in the wood. It was never the Seacrest fashion to parade the family skeletons like the family jewels. So they ate and drank and laughed, and tried to look at the elderly bride without shuddering. But the age was not the worst of it. She was homely. And her homeliness was not the worst she was stiff and unat tractive in person. And it was hardly the consolation that perhaps it should have been to perceive the unlimited fond ness that the boy bridegroom had for his aged companion. For it is really a com fort, though a small one, to see our friends chafe under degradation. Accept ing slavery with contentment makes the captive twice a slave. However, the less the family felt like saying sweet things, the more they pressed the sugared cake, the ice-cream s^nd strawberries upon their new member. But all this time there was something in the background waiting to be brought forward, and it was the bride who had the courage first to touch it. "Earnest," she began, with the domi nant air of an elderly aunt, an explana tion is due your father and mother—and sister," she added, glancing sharply at Miriam, who was fairly seasick with dis gust and sorrow and mortification. Yes, Lily, tell them," answered Earn est, looking at her as though she were sugar candy. The idea of calling that old, black, greasy thing Lily." "The truth is, then," said Lily, turn ing her withered face away from Earnest as though it cost her an effort, by the will of the uncle from whom I had my money, un less I married before a certain date I lost it all. And a kinsman, who was heir-at law, wras very anxious to inherit it." "The old cur wanted Lily himself," in terposed Earnest, "and he thought if he got her money he would be sure to get her. At any rate, he was resolved to have that. This was why we had to be so secret." Miriam fairly groaned and even fairy hearted Mrs. Seacrest dropped her nap kin-ring on the floor, and came up from stooping for it with wet eyelashes. To think that Earnest has sold himself for this woman's gold! So Mrs. Woodcock down in the Hollow was right after all. But, as though she suspected the nature of their thoughts, Lily went on. I had some trouble in persuading Earnest," she said, looking at him fondly through her blue glasses, while she pat ted her gray curls and settled her cap. I knew you had," ejaculated Miriam, inaudibly.) He had a foolish notion of waiting till after I had lost my property. But I had a right to it and I wanted to keep it." W had a jolly time, though, dodg ing old Drymar. He is about discover ing now, Lily, that he isn't so smart as he thought he was," said Earnest, burst ing into a joyous laugh, and nobody felt the heart to join in. Then he took from his pocket the mar riage certificate, dated that very day. It seemed he had telegraphed to his father to meet him and his wife at the station not more than five minutes after she be came his wife. We had to turn pretty sharp corners to keep out of Drymar's way," continued Earnest, still chuckling. "He thought he had Lily safely locked in her room, while he sent for a justice, thinking he would frighten her into a marriage with him, or, at any rate, keep her away from other men till the day had gone by. But Lily was better at picking locks than he thought and she came to me, poor thing, so out of breath and frightened." Earnest's voice grew tenderer and pitiful at the thought, and he took Lily's hand in his with a caressing gesture. I loved her ever since I have been in college, and she knew it, but we had to keep it to ourselves on old Drymar's ac count. And I was dying to marry her, but I didn't like the idea of marrying for money exactly. However, there wasn't any help for it then, mother, you see. Drymar was her legal guardian until she married, or was of a certain age. So chum and I fixed her up in her bridal dress, and here Ave are!" Upon that the irrepressible bridegroom got up and kissed his bride, then led her from the room, saying over his shoulder: We will be back directly." When they were gone, a sorrowful sigh bubbled out of the mother's soul. "Poor boy!" said she "his heart is all right, and I cannot blame him." I blame him for falling in love with his grandmother, in the first place," said Miriam, severely. "And her having the money makes it all the more horrible. It seems so sordid, even though we may know better." Almost before they had done speaking W*&*n AN I N E E N E N N E W S A E WORTHINGTON, NOBLES CO., MINN., SATURDAY, JULY 25, 1874. they heard Earnest's step on the stairs, and his voice in such loving, happy tones that it sent fresh pain through the listen ers. Then he appeared with his bright, curling head and his sunny eyes like his mother's. But with him came, instead of the wrrinkled old bride, a fair-faced, blushing girl, with a shower of golden hair, and all the beauty of youth and happiness on her sweet face. A lily truly, beautiful and pure. We had to fix her up that way, chum and I, for fear old Drymar would meet us," cried Earnest, with a burst of boy ish delight at the astonished and relieved faces of the family "and it has been such fun to watch Miriam this evening. Father and mother keep in better." "Mon Dieu! Do you call that little creature old enough to be Earnest's grandmother?" whispered Mademoiselle Widger to Mrs. Woodcock, leaning over her pew railing on the ^next Sabbath, as the Seacrests came into church. Mrs. Woodcock looked, took off her glasses, wiped them, and looked again Mercy on me! And I sat as near her on that clay as I am to the minister now! How a body's eyes will deceive them!" she cried. to Hippophagy In Paris. A FRENCH savant furnishes, in a recent number of the Economise Francais, much curious information respecting the use of horse-flesh in Paris. In France this edible is used to a much greater extent than in Germany, though in that country its use is steadily increasing. It is dressed in as many different ways as beef—roast, baked, hashed, stewed and fried as steak. But it is in the form of sausage that it is most largely consumed, and in this shape its use is by no means confined to Paris. Indeed, one of the larg est factories for the making ofsausages from horse-flesh is situated at Beau caire, in the Gard. During the year no fewer than 500 horses were manufactured into sausages at that establishment. Be sides the flesh, the tongue, brain and liver of horses are sold as delicacies, and even the fat, we are told, is converted into a kind of butter. In consequence of the growth of the taste for horse-flesh, the price of worn-out horses has risen enormously of late, miserable animals which a few years ago the knackers were able to buy for £1 now costing £2. Animals fit for food fetch from £5 to £6. Of course it must not be said that it is only horses which are past work that are slaughtered for the butcher's shop. At the same time, however, every precaution is taken to prevent unsound beasts from being used as food. In Paris the horses must be slaughtered either at the municipal abattoir in the Boulevard de l'Hopital or ft a private abattoir at Pantin, and each of them is inspected by a veterinary sur geon before being slaughtered, and again before the flesh is allowed to be ottered for sale. Mules and asses arc also eaten, and their flesh, though firmer than that of the horse, is said to be more delicate. On the first day of the present yesir there were in Paris forty-eight shops open for the sale of the flesh of horses, mules and asses. Most of the butchers slaughtered the animals they sold, but some few buy the meat by the piece, like Jhe smaller dealers in other kinds of meat. The cus tomers of these shops belong neither to the well-to-do nor to the indigent classes. Generally speaking they are either clerks with small salaries or work-people with families. As a rule, the price of the meat is about half the price of beef. The inferior parts fetch from twenty to thirty centimes to the half-kilogramme, which but very slightly exceeds the pound avoir dupois, and the best parts range from a franc to a franc and a quarter. Even these prices, high as they seem, have lately been passed and yet so dear are beef and mutton that the demand for horse-flesh continues to increase. How to Take a Pictnrei HE artist, having secured a customer, js supposed to seat the happy individual in the skylight room in the proper posi tion. He then gets out his portrait lens and after carefully wiping the surfaces of the glasses with a clean silk handker chief or chamois leather screws it on to the portrait camera and places them both on the heavy camera stand oppo site to the subject to be taken. He then lays the focusing-cloth on the camera and puts his head under the cloth in or der to see more clearly the image on the ground-glass. He slides in or out the inner body of the camera until the image is seen quite distinctly and then fixes the camera with the screw provided. The ground-glass frame is then removed from the camera and the dark side in serted in its place. The lens is then covered, the shutter of the dark slide is raised and the lens cap gently removed so as not to shake the camera thus the light will be admitted to the sensitive plate. The time of exposure varies, but an average of tec seconds may be allowed. At the end of that time the cap is replaced on its lever, the shutter of the slide is shut down and taken into the dark room. The door be ing closed so as to exclude all white light, the'plate is carefully removed from the dark slide. The nitrate solution which has accumulated at the bottom is drained off. An ounce of developing so lution is put into a measuring glass, and while holding the plate horizontally by the bare corner, collodion side upward, enough of the solution is poured along the bottom edge of the plate to easily cover it. The plate is gently inclined to allow the solution to flow uniformly backward and forward. The image quickly appears. When its shaded por tion* are fully out, the solution is turned off and the plate washed by allowing water to flow over it for not less than one minute. The plate is then laid in a shallow dish kept for the purpose, and there is quickly poured over it enough of the fixing solution to cover it. As soon as the yellow film of iodide of silver is dissolved, the plate is lifted out and washed. The plate is then dried and the collodion surface varnished, after which the picture is complete. This is the proc ess for taking simply glass pdsitives. There is some variation, but not of mate rial interest to the reader, in taken nega tives.—Chioigo Times. —A rich bachelor in Providence de clares he must marry a girl who ends her name with ie," and all the Fannies and Josies and Minnies are thinking what they will do about it. What becomes of dogs when they die?" was what a juvenile in Boston a6ked his pa. "They go to the happy land of canine," his parent quickly re» plied. SUPERSTITIOUS CfiEDUIITY. The follies of superstition and creduli. ty, instead of dying out with advancing knowledge, seem of late to have received an impetus and to be pervading all class es of people. The notions ridiculed by Addison a century and a half ago a still prevalent. A screech-owl hooting at night alarms the hearer as the roar of a lion would do. A rusty nail or a crooked pin is invested with prodigious powers. The ticking of the "death watch" is a prognostic of the death of some one dear to us. The loud cracking of furniture in a room or the breaking of a looking-glass—both of which accidents are often caused by a sudden change of temperature—is horrifying, and causes us to expect the death of a near relative. Sudden chills com-" ing over us signify that an enemy is at that moment moving on the place where our grave will be some time. The practice of seeking for water by means of magic applications is very com mon in all parts of the world. The process employed by these practitioners (usually reverend-looking old men, whose appearance is calculated to allay mistrust) is to take in their hands in a pe culiar manner a triangular branch of witch-hazel or willow, with which they pass over the ground until the wand turns in their grasp, with the angle point downward, under which exact spot they promise that water will be found. These Water-witches assure you that when they come to the right places they cannot con trol the wand, the strength of the in fluence on it being various, and accord ing to the depth of the water from the surface operated on. In many mining regions the same methods are applied to find mineral deposits, the wand employed being usually made ol a thin and flexible metal prepared for the purpose, for which magical virtues are claimed. To discover lost articles it is usual to spit on the palm of "the left hand, and strike the deposit a sharp blow with the fore-finger of the right hand. Then by following the direction in which the farthest particle of the spittle has been splashed we shall find the thing sought. This means, however, can be used only within the circumscribed limits of a room or playground. With regard to charms, here are some which are still in common use: If when walking you get a pain in your side, lift a stone, spit where it lay, replace it and go on, neither speaking nor looking back, and the pain will leave you. Are you afraid of spooks or any supernatural hob goblins, press your thumbs into the palms of your hands and the ghosts will not come near you. To make your vine gar sour write on a piece of paper the names of the three most vixenish women you know, throw the paper into the cask and the vinegar will become as acid as you can desire. Purslain placed in your bed will prevent visions, especially of ill omen or discomfort. Sew a four-leaved clover in any portion of your wearing apparel and good luck will follow you wherever you go. Our farmers sow theii flax on the one hundredth day of the year their clover seed in March, when the almanac sign is in the Crab, so that the roots may spread and hold fast, and the frosts of winter cannot draw them out. Fences must be made when the sign is up, else they will sink down in the ground. Houses must be shingled in the down sign to keep the nails from coming up. I know a very fine old woman, a believer in signs for planting garden-truck, who once planted her potatoes in a down sign, and when she came to dig them declared that she would never plant them so again, for they got down so deep that she could scarcely find them. Timber must be cut in certain signs to keep it from rotting. Cattle and hogs must be slaughtered when the sign is up, so that the meat may swell when cooked. Potatoes must be planted in Libra, so that they will weigh heavy or grow large. They can also be planted in the Lion, to make them grow strong and large. Peas and beans must have their poles stuck when the sign is. So with hops, or they will never climb. Cucumbers must be planted on the 1st of May for the first crop for the second crop plant on Whitsuntide, when there will be a tremendous yield, because there is always a large crowd of people keeping that holiday. The belief in lucky and unlucky days and numbers is equally widespread. Whoever happens to have been born on any of the unlucky days, unless provided with a talisman to ward off the evil, must take pot luck" and play a grab game all the days of his life. No business of importance must be commenced on Fri day, save that of hanging, trimming the nails or cutting the hair. Do not move on Saturday, for if you do you will not stay long. Saturday is also an especially unlucky day to be married on. These superstitious beliefs are kept up in the same manner in which they were transmitted to us from our Scandinavian ancestors—by teaching them to children too young to question their truth. Old people sit by firesides and tell ghost stories until every listening child's eyes row large and glistening with fear, 'hus impressions are made on the plastic mind which years of study and intelli- flow ent reasoning do not always eradicate, many persons are afraid to go into the dark alone or to pass a graveyard in the night! How many neighborhoods on this continent, as well as in Europe, have their haunted houses, with local traditions, which are related with at least the affectation of belief! My inter est in the subject has led me to investi gate the causes of the noises and visions more than once represented to haunt certain places. In several instances where I have expressed this intention I have been met with earnest arguments to dissuade me from making the attempt. Several of these explorations were made in secret, without any previous announce ment. Such inquiries have brought me to the conclusion that the ordinary noises heard about the so-called haunted houses are produced by rats, mice, flying squirrels, owls, hawks, bats and other ani mals which usually harbor in deserted buildings. The extraordinary noises are made by cracking or decaying timbers, falling plaster, bricks, etc., but sometimes by thieves who resort to these places for the purpose of hiding their plunder, and who seek to make the suspected places avoided by the people of the vicinity. The lights seen hovering and flitting around haunted places, whether houses or dark, dismal retreats, are often car ried by the persons referred to, and their occasional appearance strikes terror into the hearts of the beholders. An other and more common cause of these luminous appearances is found in the tissues of all kinds which abound in such localities. In one famous haunted house on the road between Yellow Springs and Xenia, Ohio, these exhibitions were specially noted. The people throughout that re gion hesitated to speak about •the place, and its peculiarities were mentioned in whispers. Hence my curiosity was aroused, and after preparing myself to resist any danger that might occur from the presence of desperate characters 1 proceeded to the place and provided an excellent point for viewing the premises It would have been a tedious business to wait until midnight, the time when ghosts are said to appear. But I did not have to wait so long. About eleven ciock a warm stream of air blew up from the south over a creek and a quar ter of a mile or more of rich, black, warm bottom-land. As the vapor struck the hillside it condensed, and little flving balloons of mist flew hither and thither. The warm air lingered over and ferment ed an old pile of compost, decaying straw and a few old boards that were lying about. Then there arose a vaporous^ luminous body, which, with its base on the ground and conical or round, fiery, cloud-like head in the air, took the shape of a woman. Crimson and livid blood like spots and streaks were about her neck and scattered over her dress. She waved her hands, and her hair floated about in clouds of light, while her eyes glittered like the cold moon. Rising slowly from her hideous bed, the specter moved hith er and thither, as if the wind toyed with her and she cared not whither she was taken. At last she started as if to visit me in my retreat then turning a corner of the stable she nearly disappeared, there being nothing left visible but a long, dirty-white trail. In a moment the phantom turned again and crept into the broken doorway, stooping as she re tired. Several minutes elapsed, and con cluding that she had collapsed or worn out her vaporous strength I was in the act of leaving the place when she came through the opening of the door-way and crevices between the logs. Then, after walking or floating about a while her light went out and she became thinner, and finally disappeared. The shape of the apparition was such that It was easy for an imaginative person to see in it the form of a sad-faced or angry-eyed, rest less woman. Then how easy to create a legend filled with details of a mysterious murder, and make this the unhappy vic tim, whose shadow must haunt the place of her taking off until her manes are ap peased in some legal and effective man ner! But my evidence makes this base less fabric of a vision the mere result of the vaporous exhalations of a compost-pile. I had a very fine pair of field-glasses, and could see clearly the effects produced by the stream of air when it came in contact with the compost. The vapor began at that mo ment to arise, and the result would oc cur in all seasons Then the luminous lets and variegated colors sprang up from the warm laboratory wherein Na ture's chemistry was at work, and finally the thin, vaporous cloud which really had not any definite shape was carried at the caprice of the soft zephyr winds which flitted about, but did not blow sufficient ly strong to carry this heavier body out of the regular draughts through the openings of the dilapidated house. One of the most noted haunted places in Lancaster County, Pa., once attracted my special attention. The locality, house and surroundings were famous because of the strange noises and lights which had given the place its bad reputation. Many persons had seen and fled from these visions, and affrighted people con stantly reported the strangest and most unaccountable circumstances concerning what had occurred to them while passing by or near the obnoxious place. A trip thither one night disclosed to me the fact that it was the resort of party of gamblers, who employed certain means and appliances to frighten away the curious and prevent them from exposing the mysteries of the place. Among their paraphernalia was an in strument known by boys under the name of a locust. The hideous scraping noise which this makes when in operation is calculated to made any one fly from the vicinity where it is set in motion, espe cially when this occurs at midnight in a suspected place. These persons were also provided with hideous masks made of parti-colored paper, pumpkins, hair, cowtails and other articles. Colored lights were also presented, sometimes suddenly, and again to illuminate the apertures through which these mysterious appearances were made visible to the scared community. After this exposure of the follies of superstition it may prove an amusing confession on my part when I acknowl edge to having a tinge of the same leaven in my composition. A special instance in which this crops out is with regard to a ring which I wear, and whose appearance I often consult with a certain weak faith in its indications. It was given to me by a crack-brained chemist who ruined himself with drink and the search for the philosopher's stone. The jewel it encircles was made by him in his laboratory, and he assured me it con tained parts of the iron employed in making certain famous articles that are held in high veneration throughout the world sand from the Dead Sea,.and clay from the pits of Baradetha, on the banks of the river Jordan and ashes of the bones of a suicide—all cemented with the blood o'f the chemist himself. The stone is certainly a singular composition in appearance and peculiarities. Often I find it grayish or black, dull and gloomy to the apprehension. The lines on its surface and the shadows in its depth are hidden and almost invisible. Anon the colors become light and lively as the tints on a fresh painting. The green be comes a glittering emerald, the brown a bright russet, the gray sparkles with in numerable points of stellated fractures, the veins and flacculent clouds appear floating in its depths, and the blood marks are bright and clear as the crim son tide whence it had its origin. To day it is all brightness. But a few days ago it was as dark as the brow of a tempest. All its lines and shadows were gathered into a thick gray cloud, and the surface was black like the grained texture of crape. I did not like to look on the jewel, for there was no hope or comfort in its utterances. The sky was gloomy, the rains descended, cold winds were blasting all they touched, and the demons of the storm held the glamour of their might over the stone and myself. I well know that the stone is affected by the electrical conditions of my per son so when I am bilious and the weath er is productive of melancholy feelings the nng absorbs my mood and is as dull phosphoric exhalations arising from the as my own torpidity. In the sunshine I compost-rile decaying timbers and and brightness of my own vivacity it NUMBER 46. takes from me the light and reflects the warmth of_my heart. Thus I explain the philosophy of this strange stone, yet a latent faith in superstition makes me wear it as a charm.—/. E. Nagle, in Lip pincotfs Magazine. —In a little town out West a lady teach er was exercising a class of juveniles in mental arithmetic. She commenced the question, If you buy a cow for ten dol lars—" when up came a little hand. What is it, Johnny?" Why, you can't buy no kind of a cow for ten dollars father sold one for sixty dollars the oth er day, and she was a regular old scrub at that." Pet Spiders. A writer in the American Naturalist gives an interesting account of his expe rience in taming a pair of spiders of the genus Lycosa. These spiders never build a web, but wander for their prey, hiding under stones or burrowing in the ground. They are large and stout, and covered with hair and some of them, as the ta rantula, are formidable insects indeed. The pair in question were confined in a cigar-box, covered with a pane of glass, through which their proceedings were watched. Spiders do not ordinarily man ifest social qualities but these, after their first fear of each other was over come, became exceedingly friendly. In the beginning of their acquaintance botli were timid and shy, but in the course of a week they had established a most ami cable intimacy. They would chase each other about the box, first one and then the other being the pursuer. They would meet together in a mimic battle, rearing on their hind legs with the fore legs of each resting on the other's head and body, and distending their iaws, seeming on dire mischief intent. And after a moment's harmless encounter they would drop their feet again and run away from each other, like *a couple of playful kittens. The only time they exhibited absolute ill-temper was when their daily draft of water was given them. In their eager ness to quench their thirst they would often crowd and jostle each other, and then one would, like enough, turn mad and drive the other away. Their owner upplied them with water by means of as whalebone fringed into a brush at one end. This would hold a drop or two. After the first two or three times of drink ing from this fountain the spiders would run for it the instant it was introduced into the box, and, rising on their hind ffl gs, resting their fore legs on the whale bone, they would suck it drv. Spideis are supposed capablo of enduring long fasts from food and drink but, in this instance, they were always ready to slake their thirst at least once a day They were amply supplied with flies, which they would capture something as a cat catches a bird. They would creep to within an inch of their victim then, standing motionless a moment, throw the body forward the length of the hind legs, which would remain fixed. They seldom missed on the first effort but i"f they did they would repeat the attempt until successful. After eating they would clean themselves oft' with great precision, first brushing ofl the body with the 1PO\S, and then the legs with the jaws and palpi. When all was done, the minute heap of dirt which they had accum ulated in front of them would be pushed away with the fore-legs. On one occasion a common house spider was put in the box with them. It was mlWh smaller than they, yet they were greatly afraid of it, keeping as far from it as possible. In the night the liousc-gpidcr spun a web covering most of the box. Next morning they were found in one corner completely cowed. On removing the house-spider they re covered their spirits and were as lively as ever. Earth was provided for them in which to burrow and hide, if they chose. But civilization had probably deranged their natural instincts for, though they dug holes in it, they were irregularly constructed, and were never used for purposes of concealment. Bradbury's Mistake. In Philadelphia there are whole blocks of houses exactly alike, and sometimes there is such a quantity of them in a square that a man who lives near the middle has to begin counting at the cor ner in order to ascertain which is his house. Mr. Bradbury a few nights ago came home late, and as he was thinking of something else he forgot to count. When about two doors from homo he ran up the front steps of Mr. Petty's res. idence with a conviction that it was his own. His dead-latch key opened the door readily, and Bradbury, after grop ing around in the dark for the hat-rack, knocked against it and upset it. Mr. Petty was up-stairs just about to go to bed. When he heard the noise be went to the head of the staircase and listened. He discovered that there was a man in the hall below and he knew at once it was a burglar. So he went back to his room and got his revolver. Then he shut his eyes and fired at random. The noise waked Mrs. Petty and she began to scream violently. Then Bradbury felt certain that there was a band of robbers up-stairs engaged in butchering Mrs.* Bradbury and the children. As he started to creep softly up the staircase to reconnoitre Petty began to steal quietly down the staircase to look after the burg lar he had killed. They met on the first landing, and although both were terribly frightened they grappled, for both knew it would be a struggle to the death. After fighting desperately the combatants rolled down the stairs to the floor be neath, while Mrs. Petty sprang the rattle for a policeman. Just as Petty got the upper hand of Bradbury and was mutilat ing his nose with his fist, the police burst the front door open and struck a light. Then an explanation ensued and Brad bury went home. You have perhaps seen a prize egg plant at an agricultural fair' Well, Bradbury's nose resembled that in size and color and shape, and now he not only counts from the corner when he comes home, but he has the front of his house painted white, with a locomotive headlight over the front door.—Max Adeler. —A couple of neighbors became so in imical that they would not speak to each other, but one of them, having been con verted at a camp-meeting, on seeing his ormer enemy held out his hand, saying How d'ye do, Kemp? I am humble enough to shake hands with a dog!" —A lady in Winnipauk recently left the following note for tlie milkman: Mr. pleas to put in wun quart, and leve me some more tikets and ef this note shud bio away and yo kant fine it, plese le?e me the tlket all the earn."