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Mdeqted ^iscethng. XT CUP. BY BOSE TERKY COOKE. I SAT benirtc a darkened sea, The blood-red sunuct over me. And heard the tides roll heavily. Then from a cloud of purple Hlid the moon, And Hooded that wide BCH with silver noon, Whereat the surf grew white, aa in a swoon. And on the path of rippled shine Came unto me a shape divine, Hearing a chalice of clear wine, And Haying: "DrinkI tliv lire i« past and gone, But God returns it, for lie hath not done His use of thee nor heard thy coward moan. Drink, and arise 1 thy lipg shall speak Low words of comfort to the meek. And strength to souls afraid and weak. 1 hou shalt not sutler idly or in vain Army thee from the armory of pain, And do brave battle with the world again." But I, dismayed an snows In spring, Cried out: "The lips that drink must sing Ask thou from me some other thing 1 If I sec sorrow, and interpret it. The rude world crieth shame that I should quit The grief I feel and speak to ears unfit. Better to die and pass away From the wide eves of mortal day, Than be a lute for nil to play. Better to hide my lips in grass and mold, Where the wild blo-toms pour their cups of gold, Than sing of tropics to this wintry cold." But tranquilly the angel said: Thou In est not to cue of dread For any words the world hath said. Thou art a cup held in another hand, And it He pour thy life out on the sand, Shall it not waste, if so He give command? What if thy heart be bared to see— If thy pain server one misery To patient hope, why, let it 'be! One whom thou darest not liken to thy dust Groaned in His death with anguish and mistrust For the whole world to hear art thou more just? He made hi-* soul a sacrifice To human pangs, and paid their price In open day ait thou more nice? If, fiom the millions born and dead in pain, Thine inmost sacred sorrow wept one stain, L'ouldtt thou dare veil it, suffer it in vain? If this were Fame's immortal drink. What instant wouldst thou pause and think Iloloro thy lips availed the brink' But thv poor service is no longer thine, If He shall use it for Ins ends divine Who turned mere water into festal wine. Aii-e, and put thy fears agide, Obey, and let the end abide. Thou hast a legion on thy side!" So from the sand rose and took the draught, And, while my lips the bitter bubbles quaffed, Low at my leet the soft gray billows laughed. —Christian union. IRISH COURTSHIPS AND WED DINGS. HE arrows of Cupid fly thick and fast in Ireland and the heart of Pat seems to be especially vulnerable. According to a popular ballad, an Irishman "loves all that is lovely- Loves all that he can and it is, therefore, not wonderful that the love-god persuades so many of the sons of the sod" somewhat too early in life to find their way to the altar of Hymen. Many young men in the land of the shillclah and the shamrock mar ry before they are out of their teens" and when they are not at all in a posi tion to commence housekeeping. So you want to be married?" said the Rev. Mr. to Peter Kinsella. Deed and that's just it, your river cnoc." What age are you, Peter?" "Just eighteen past, sir." You're too young, Peter." Sure every day I'm growing older, your riverence, and it's never too soon to do right." "How much are you able to earn?" Not as much as I would like, only 10s. a week—but I hope things will mend." Why, man, you couldn't keep house on 10s week. Well, sir, Kitty is loillin' to try." Further expostulation was useless, and in due time the willing Kitty became Mrs. Kinsella. In a few years the sweet prattle of children's voices was heard in Peter's cottage. After the labors of the day, as he sat before his turf-fire with a child on each knee, and his darling Kitty sewing by his side, lie used to say he was as happy as a king." If those who have the notion that when Poverty comes in at the door Love flies out at the window" would pay a visit to the sons and daugh ters of toil in Ireland, they would find how false is the saying just quoted. True, the toiler is badly paid but he has contentment—a priceless boon and he generally enjoys good health—another inestimable blessing. And yet it would have been better if Peter had waited a little longer before he took upon himself matrimonial responsibilities. The Irish arc, however, a marrying race, and no matter how poor they may be they like to have a home of their own. According to custom, Peter had to give a house-warming"—that is, he had to treat his relations and neighbors to tea and whisky-punch. The services of a fiddler were secured, and, with song and dance, the hoars glided swiftly by. Peter sang Ins favorite song, "Did you ever hear tell of Kate Kearney?" Mrs. K. was pressed to sing, but she said she was all through other," and, under the circumstances, she was excused. The night's entertainment cost something, and Mr. Kinsella was a very poor man but the custom of the country must be observed. There is a good deal of what has been termed fortune-hunting" in Ireland of course there are myriads who Marry for love And work for siller but there also are a considerable num ber who like to get the siller" without working in other words, they set their hearts upon marrying a wealthy wife. They keep this object constantly before them, and when they hear that a young lady at Ballymac-murphy will likely have a "large fortune," oft they start with the object of getting introduced to the favored fair one. Sometimes these fortune-hunters are greatly disappointed. One man had prowled through three or lour counties in search of a wealthy wife. He was informed that Widow MacSweeny's daughter would have a "stockingful of sovereigns," and he lost no time in becoming acquainted with sweet Miss MacS. He was invited to Fairview, and was cor dially received by the widow, who talked about bank books, railway shares and stock in such away that he imagined he had at last accomplished his object. Al ready the fortune" seemed in his pos session. On his second visit he was taken round the farm, and his attention was particularly called to the large number of cows and sheep in the meadows. Now, as a faithful historian, I must record the fact that the stock in the field, with the exception of three cows and two sheep, bad been borrowed from obliging neigh- Dors who were anxious to assist the wid- ow in securing a husband for her daugh-' ter. Mrs. MacS. enlarged upon the high prices given for young cattle, and gave a glowing account of the sums realized yearly by this part of her operations alone. When they reached the house de canters and glasses were,on the table in the room, and the widow", with her own hands, prepared for Mr. Verdant a rous ng glass of punch. In a short time he was induced to drink another to my daughter's health and a good husband to her." Miss MacS. blushed, of course, and was about to leave the room she ,was, however, restrained by her mother, who said: Don't be so backward, dear." Oh, mamma—" She's the best girl in the country, sir a treasure to her mother, and it will be well for the man that gets her." By this time the liquor—that cause of so much ill—was telling on Mr. Verdant, and golden visions were passing before his eyes. The widow left the room—"just to «oe that all's right in the cow-house." Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mr. Verdant laid siege to Bridget's heart, and won from her a consent to their mar riage. When the widow returned she Avas re joiced to hear the good news, and aftec tionately kissed her daughter. She'll be a sad loss to me, sir but I can't stand in the way of Bridget's hap piness." And when is the job to be finished?" asked the ardent lover. Oh, there's no hurry," replied Bridg et. Just let it be whenever the young man likes," put in the wily widow. In a month the marriage was celebrated, and, after a sumptuous repast at Fairview, the happy pair, accompanied by their friends—all on the Irish jaunting-car"—drove to a pret ty resort about six miles distant. In the village inn some pleasant hours were spent. As the shades of evening were gathering the bride and bridegroom bade the party good-by and drove to Spring vale, their future home. Mr. Verdant's house-warming" was a grand a flair. His friends all believed that he would receive a large fortune with his wife, and so they expected great things. They were not disappointed. Gallons of Jameson's best were ordered, and goodies were provided for the ladies. A fiddler and a piper were engaged, and in an adjoining barn dancing was the or der of the night. Indeed, the house warming" at Springvale, like O'Rourke's wedding, Will ne'er be forgot By those who were there Or those who were not." A round of parties followed, for Mr. and Mrs. Verdant had a busy time of it responding to the invitations of those who enjoyed their hospitality at the house-warming." At length Mr. V. had time to think of practical affairs, and he deemed it pru dent to visit his mamma-in-law. Mounting a good horse, he was soon at Fairview, where he was cordially received and hos pitably entertained. After some conver sation on general matters, Mr. V. timidly said: You will not think it odd, Mrs. Mac Sweeny, if I mention the matter of Bridget's fortune." "Oh, dear, not at all Bridget will just have £50 ($250), and I am afraid I must ask you to take it in installments." Mr. Verdant was speechless. He hud married in haste," and now he must re pent at leisure. At length he gave strong expression to his bitter disappointment, but Mrs. MacSweeny cut his eloquence short by coolly* adding, "I' thinking now of getting married myself, and of course I must mind No. 1." Whether the installments" were reg ularly paid I cannot say but few per sons were found shedding tears over Mr. Verdant's failure to find a fortune." By the way, it is not the first time in Ireland that both cows and sheep have been borrowed with the object of mak ing favorable impressions and it is also customary to borrow china, silver tea pots, etc., to give an appearance of re spectability to the tea-table when enter taining young men who are known to be in search of a wife. Parenthetically, I may add that cows, sheep, etc., are often borrowed by struggling farmers in order to make a good show—give an air of prosperity to the place when the land agent is expected to visit their farms. These fortunediunters sometimes drive hard bargains. Farm is weighed against farm, house against house, cow against cow. A man in the South of Ireland courted a fair girl, and at length spoke to her father on the subject of marriage. "What fortune will you give her?" asked Mr. Tom Skinflint. She'll have the farm at the mill, a horse, six cows and £100 ($500) to furnish a house," replied the father. That's not enough," said Tom. Well, not a tenpenny piece more will I give." Tom saw that he had a firm gentleman to deal with, and, after thinking over the matter, he said: I'll take her if you throw the litter of pigs into the bargain." The ten young grunters were promised to Tom and the matter was settled. In the North of Ireland a young man wa3 accepted as the future husband of an industrious girl in humble life. Jn a conversation with her father he asked: How much will you be able to give her?" "The small farm at the cross-roads, £20 ($100), a little furniture, and a set of china." Could not you give more?" No. I have had a good deal of afflic tion, and I'm not as well oft' as I was. You're getting a good wife, however, and that is better than lands or money." I know she's a good girl, and I'll take her but (glancing round the kitchen) I would like that big pot." The big pot was thrown in, and in a few weeks the marriage was celebrated. In Ireland the go-between" plays an im portant part in matrimonial affairs. Some times he is a mutual friend at other times a wandering dealer in ladies' clothing or jewelry and I have known the role to be filled by a female mendi cant. The "go-between" conveys mes sages or carries love-letters. Indeed, ministers sometimes try their hands at match-making, and I have known some of the matches made in this way turn out very badly. In the rural districts marriages are re garded with much interest, and if the parties newly wedded are popular, bon fires blaze from every eminence, and there are other marks of rejoicing. The people turn out in large numbers to manifest their good feeling, and it is customary for either the bridegroom or the bride's father to commission the ceS© owner of the nearest public house to sup ply refreshments to those who have lighted the fires and cheered so lustily. In respectable, well-to-do society the wedding breakfast is a grand affair the bride's cake is cut over her head and the toast of the happy pair" is duly hon ored—among the teetotalers in pure, sparkling water. Then the newly-mar ried pair get ready for their trip, and as they make their appearance in the hall they are assailed right and left with a shower of old shoes and slippers. It is considered lucky to throw an old shoe after a person who is starting on an im portant journey. After the usual affect ing leave-taking they enter the carriage and away they go to spend their honey moon. Marriage in Ireland is regarded as a sacred, Heaven-appointed rile and the beautiful island is dotted over with hap py homes basking in the sunshine of pure, God-given love! Long may Ireland be celebrated for the valor of her sons and the virtue of her daughters!—Cristy Crayon, in Phrenological Journal for August. How She Travels. The train leaves at precisely 9:80—at 9:15 she is before the glass pulling down the short curls under the brim of her new hat, and wondering if there will be time to curl over the little wisp of hair on her left temple. It is so damp this morning she is sure it will never stay in curl until she gets there, and dear Mrs. Brown's son Charlie is such an admirer of curls! Peremptory call of: Carriage at the door, ma'am! scant time! Hurry up!" Oh, dear! what does make hackmenin such a hurry? Where's her veil? and her gloves, and her parasol? The escort, meanwhile, has converted himself into a pack mule, and staggering under the weight of her few necessary things is trotting his toes impatiently on the hall oil-cloth, and wondering what does make women so long getting ready! She comes down at last, all smiles and apologies. With her foot on the car riage step she discovers that she must have her crochet needle, and some worsted, and the pattern of her cousin Fanny's tidy. She goes back for them, and takes a parting glance in the mirror, and hurries out with the worsted trailing behind her. She buttons her cuffs in the carriage, and gets her escort to put the crochet needle in his pocket, where presently it will work loose and stab him in the re gion of the pit of his stomach and she gets on her veil and feels in her pocket to see if she has got her porte-monnaie, and by that time they are at the depot. The train Is there before them. There is no time for tickets. The escort stum bles on board as best he can, making a futile attempt to assist his companion. He drops some packages as he makes his advent into the car, for the train starts just as he reaches the door. The treacherous paper bursts, and the lunch, and the Florida water, and dressing sacque roll on the floor. He picks up the sandwiches and dough nuts as if they were counterfeit money, and huddles that sacque out of sight as quick as possible. She looks on, and wonders why men will be so awkward. The bundles all fixed, they settle them selves on a seat together. She wants the window open. It is so close in the car. He opens it. Then she wants it shut because the cinders get in her eyes. He shuts it. Then, won't he please count her bun dles, to make sure that they are all there counts. she must have the window open again. She is suffocating. He opens it. Then she wonders if this is really the 9:30 train. Yes, he tells her. Is he sure that it is the right road Quite sure. Does he think the boiler will be likely to burst? Oh, no! It never burst in the world! It is the safest boiler on record! Then those railway car nuisances, the peddler boys, begin to come. She pities them, they look so threadbare, and she buys something every time—oranges, ap ples, peanuts, bags of popped corn, pho tographs, prize stationery packages, and so on. Her escort has to find pockets to put them in. And by this time the bundles have to be looked over, and just as she has set tled herself to read they reach their journey's end, and the difficult process of disembarking takes place. We draw a curtain over it. Every gen tleman, who has ever traveled with a lady, knows all about it!—Kate Tlwrn, in New York Weekly. Burning a Hen Oat. RECENTLY a terrible affair occurred in Lower Wakefield Township, Bucks Co., Pa., by which two children of a Mr. John Bennett, who is in the employ of Mr. Haines, were burned to death in a barn. It appears that a certain hen had made its nest on the threshing floor of the barn, and was there sitting in oppo sition to the desires of its owners. Sev eral attempts had been made to force the hen to leave the nest, bnt without avail and on Saturday, in discussing the mat ter at dinner, one of the members of the family jestingly remarked that the only way to cure the hen would be to burn it out. Two of Mr. Bennett's children, one three and the other five years old, were at the dinner-table when this remark was made. It is supposed they took the suggestion for truth, and acted upon it, for as soon as they had finished their dinner, unknown to the family, they procured matches, went to the barn, and set fire to the nest upon which the hen was sitting. The fire spread so rapidly that the children became frightened and began to scream. Mrs. Bennett, the mother of the children, hearing their cries, hastened to the barn to ascertain the cause. When she reached it she found the children standing in the mid dle of the threshing floor, with a sheet of flame separating them from her. Rush ing to another part of the building in the hope of gaining access to them, the agonized mother found them completely surrounded with raging flames, and was utterly powerless to render them any assistance. While the terror-stricken mother was looking at her children, one of them climbed upon a threshing-ma chine and piteously called for help, and in another instant was lost to view in the flames. No assistance whatever could be given, and the entire barn, with its hu man contents, was destroyed.—Forney's Pre$a. —It takes forty-four big strawberry short-cakes to go around in Vassar Co. lcge. e$tert( AN I N E E N E N N E W S A E WORTHINGTON, NOBLES CO., MINN., SATURDAY, AUGUST 8, 1874. CURRENT ITEMS.* ANNA DICKINSON is at work oh her own biography. MAN and wife are one, but which one?— is the Question. SAY what you will, the whole world is governed by eheeR. A LITTLE ammonia in water is one of the best head-cleaners there is. I a man doesn't take care of No. 1, he will soon have 0 to take care ot. ROSE HERSEE is engaged to Albert Howells, of the old Parepa Rojja troupe. Miss MIDDY MORGAN, the battle re porter of the New York Tribune^will lect ure, BOSTON sent 1,000 books to Iceland by Dr. Hayes as a gift to her 1,000th celebra tion. MANY a man's vices have at first been nothing worse than good qualities run wild. REV. DR. TALMADGE receives 40,000 let ters in a year. He finds time to answer 1,000. TnE comet is supposed to be a "dog star" run mad—a sort of rabid Skye" terrier. THIS is said to be ministers' leap jear. August, their vacation month, has five Sundays. IN a single day, recently, 1,558 China men wrere landed in California from two steamers. E city of Chattanooga has voted to give $100,000 to the Cincinnati Southern Railroad. E poet Longfellow is to write a life of Charles Sumner, of whom he was & warm friend. ONE hundred rifles a day is about the present working capacity of the Spring field Armory. A BORE—A man who persists in talk ing about himself when you wish to talk about yourself. JOY and hope in the morning, gloom and disappointment at night, describe the average picnic. MORE people have been killed in cele brating Independence Day than there were in establishing it. E Connecticut Historical Society has come into possession of Andre's pocket book and Arnold's watch. HE wheat crop in many portions of Iowa is already cut and the yield is bet ter than for years previous. A STURGEON weighing 155 pounds was caught a few days since in one of the small lakes at Madison, Wis. HE Watertown (N. Y.) Times says the pear crop of Jefferson County will amount to almost nothing this year. Miss HAGGIE PRICK, of Norfolk, Va., has a duck which laid ninety eggs in ninety days, and then went to setting. CHARLES LAMB, in speaking of one of his rides on horseback, said that all at once the horse stopped, but I kept right on." ONE farmer in Monmouth County, N. J., who has six acres in blackberries, sold last season fruit to the value of $3,000. IOWA raises most of the eggs whole saled in New York city. Fifteen thou sand barrels have been forwarded since January. AT Hancock, on Lake Superior, the potato-bugs form in procession and march up the street following a load of potatoes. HARD words are like hail-stones in summer, beating down and destroying what they would nourish if they were melted into drops. HE New York Herald has been com pelled to remind the scene-painter at Niblo's that steamships do not sail stern foremost, as a rule. ROBERT WATSON was arrested a few dajrs since in New York on the charge of attempting to pass a forged $1,000 bond at the Sub-Treasury. DANIEL LAMBERT was the heaviest man that ever lived. He exhibited himself in London in 1806, and died in 1809, weigh ing upward of 720 pounds. HE largest room in the world under a single roof, unbroken by pillars or other obstructions, is at St. Petersburg 650 feet long and 150 feet wide. DURING a hurricane in Kansas a County Treasurer owned up that he had stolen $1,500 of county money, but after the wind susbided he denied it. WHY is a lawyer the worst sleeper in the world? Because he first lies on one side, and then he lies on the other, and he is wide-awake all the fime. AN extensive open-air demonstration against the money grant to Prince Leo pold was made by the republicans in Clerkenwrell, England, recently. WHAT kind of sassages is them?" queried an old lady of the young man of literature and peanuts as he passed through the train selling bananas. A DEPUTY UNITED STATES COMMIS SIONER OF FISHERIES is soon to place 60,000 shad in the head waters of the Bra zos and Colorado Rivers, in Texas. THERE is no fruit in California that thrives so well as the fig. The orange is uncertain, and has ruined many culti vators but the fig is never-failing. YOUNG LADY—" That piece just played was by Wagner—wasn't it too lovely for anything?" Young gentleman—" Yes and ain't his palace cars just gay?" A HOMELY woman in Auburn, N. Y., being impolitely accused of the fact, said she didn't see why a woman hasn't as much right to be homely as a man." A DEAD eagle was found near Detroit by boys a few days since—a very large one, which had been wounded by some hunter's bullet and had dropped there to die." COLORADO is a fine place for specula tions. A pauper recently escaped from the Poor-House there and made $1,300 in land speculations before he could be re captured. E tin-boiHng of sardines has begun in California. Tnese_ delicate fish abound from San Diego to Puget's Sound, and the boxers pay fifty cents a bushel for them. E editor of the Paducah Kentuckian, having accepted a nomination for*the office of Coroner, says that many years' experience within the precincts of Cairo renders him an excellent judge of a dead man. MOSQUITOES are described in a certain part of Minnesota as thicker than the surrounding foliage, with wings like Apollyon's, a beak like an Artesian auger and a voice like the sound of many waters." DESERTED by all except his aged bob tailed dog, his life went slowly out as the shadows of the setting sun crept over the front stoop of Darling's grocery," is the way they express themselves in Georgia. A PROMINENT public office in Nashville has this notice posted up Don't open this door"—under which some wag wrote the query, "Why?" and another re sponded, Because you can't it's locked." Now is THE chance for a scientific man. Let him tell the people in Minnesota what useful and valuable article can be made out of grasshoppers. Petroleum was scorned as a nuisance for hundreds of years. A MALE plaintiff in a breach of promise suit in London has obtained one farthing damages which shows how much less value is set by juries on the loss of a prospective wife than of a prospective husband. A Wonderfnl Oil Well. HE Titusvile (Pa.) Herald thus de scribes a wonderful oil well that has just-been opened: The road leading to the Parker well from Pctrolia is in moderately good con dition, and soon after leaving Central Point the traveler observes the words 4 No smoking permitted here,' in conspicu ous places. After about two and a half miles ride the top of a hill is reached, where a loud, roaring noise is distinctly heard, and eighty rods further on brings us in sight of the well. A dense fog or mist envelopes the derrick, engine-house and tanks, while fully one thousand per sons are there gazing on the wonder of Armstrong County. The derrick has conspicuously placed upon it in large let ters, 'Boss Well,' and 'Creswell City.' There are two 250-barrel tanks, full of oil also two 1,200-barrel tanks, one of which is full. Three dams, one below the other, catch the dripping and the rivulet beyond, we are told, for ten miles of a circuitous route to the Allegheny River, is covered with oil. There are two two-inch pipes connected with the well, one of which is shut completely off, and out of the other flows a steady stream of oil with immense force. There is no perceptible intermission in the flow, and as it gushes into one of the 1,200-barrel tanks the foam and spray envelop the whole surrounding atmos phere in a dense mist. A trustworthy gauger informed us that he had gauged the well three times since the stream was turned into the 1,200-bar rel tank, and he found it doing 1,750 bar rels, and he estimated the leakage to be at least fifty barrels per day. He further stated that, in his opinion, the well started off out of the two two-inch pipe at the rate of 2,500 barrels per day. He also claimed that, although this was almost incredible, he believed that if the full stream wras turned on now it would do at least 2,000 barrels. The well is claimed to be the largest ever struck in the lower region. A farmer walked up to us and offered to sell his adjoining farm of 100 acres for $100,000, which ten days ago, for farming purposes, would not have brought $1,000. The surveyors are at work laying out Creswell City. The Parker well stands miles due east of the most eastern well on the fourth sand development, and about 2} miles east of Pctrolia. The number of wells drilling on the belt east or the most easterly well on the McGarvey farm, are six, namely: Twro on the Snow farm, one on the Steel farm, the Gush ford well, 1,000 feet deep, the Crawford well, 300 feet deep, and the Prentice well, 1,450 feet deep. The latter is half a mile due west of the Parker well, and is due next week." A Modern War-Dance. EVERY night, before retiring, our In dians have a war-dance. My tent is near their quarters and I know it. To witness their singular ceremony once is quite in teresting, but when one is kept awake half the night as a regular thing, and is expected to breakfast at three o'clock every morning, it loses its romance. The most imposing occasion of the kind was the night after the Santees joined the expedition and the alliance of the tribes was celebrated. We were in camp at Fort Lincoln then, and a long, low, log cabin was used as Indian quarters. In the center of the room, on the ground, was built a fire the smoke of which, min gled with the odor that may naturally be expected to arise from seventy or eighty unwashed, naked and perspiring savages, made the place almost intolerable for or dinary beings and even the poor, hungry dogs that always haunt an Indian lodge leit the room disgusted, but the braves puffed their killikinnick and breathed in the atmosphere with a relish. At the start two groups were formed—one of Rees and the other of Santees—either side of the fire. For a time they sat quietly smoking, till all the warriors were gathered, when some one brought in a drum and handed it to the Santees. They placed it in the center of their circle, and all who could reach began to pound its head with sticks, their pipes, fingers and anything available, humming a dreary monotone in the minor key. All Indian music is in the minor key. It was soft in tone and grew into a sort of moaning—like the wind in the branch es of a leafless forest, and lasted five minutes or so, ending with a few subdued shrieks. The pipes were relit and passed from one group to the other, each warrior taking a whiff or two and sending it along to the next. Then the Rees took the drum and went through the same ceremony, but with a different theme to their chant. It was then repeated by the Santees a little louder and faster, and the shrieks at its close more decided and numerous. Then the Rees went at it again and the Santees for the third time, interspersing lively little whoops between the measures of the song, and pounding with decided emphasis on the drum. Then it was passed over to the Rees again, and two or three of the San tees rose to their feet, doing a sort of a walk-around, for which their brethren in the other group furnished the music. Then the others began to rise, one by one, and joined the dance, hopping up and down, first with one leg and then with the other as if they were tramping down something, each uttering a whoop at short intervals until the groups were broken up, and the alli ance was supposed to be formed. The pow-wow grew livelier, the drumming and moaning and whooping grew louder, and the atmosphere more vile as the dance went on, but a white man gets enough of it in a very short time, and I could not remain after tbey got well a-going. It was my first war-dance and in it I saw something of which I had often read, but not the realization of my anticipations. It was certainly a curious, a fantastic, a savage scene—naked men with painted bodies dancing around in a dim, gloomy, flickering fire-light. It was a scene for a painter—on canvas it would be poetique, legendary—but, bah! the stench. The coming generation wJU not see war dances. The modern Indian hasn't animation enough to get up a pow wow, and it's only the old, scarred braves who whoop as their fathers did. The modern Indian prefers peace to war he prefers sleeping in the sunshine to hunt ing tls© antlercd deer and the bounding antelope he would rather steal than work. Shades of Cooper and Natty Bumpo! how the red man has degenerat ed!—Black Hills Cor. Inter-Ocean. Moving Statement. E editor of the Odell Weekly thus pungently explains the situation: Other towns of the size of Odell sup port their paper, and the printer, to gether with the lawyer, doctor, merchant and mechanic, can live. In the city of Pontiac, about twice the size of Odell, the editors of both the papers there wear paper collars without turning them! yet this is a luxury beyond what we aspire to, and as the publisher of a paper in Odell we do not expect it. Our readers need not be surprised if at any moment they should see a flag of truce hanging out of our office window, but in case they do they don't want to mistake it for a flag of distress we are not distressed a particle. We are just as independent as a three-year-old boiled Shanghae rooster. The boarders can eat 'em or let 'im alone. It's all the same to us, because if we can't edit a paper in Odell and make a living at it we can lay off and saw wood and laugh at the next man who tries it and we would do it if it extended our mouth another four inches. One man wants a long-winded article on politics in favor of Grant dished up in the paper, and the next one wants the Democratic party resurrected and then we are asked to support the Order of the Grange, to the overthrow of towns and empires. We are asked to say that one man is selling goods twice as cheap as his neighbor, then we have to go through a back alley for a week in order to avoid the other man, who was in reality giving his goods away—that is, such as empty soap-barrels and herring-boxes. We hear a man making a speech and want to pitch into him, but don't do it he'd leave us a wreck. One man wants us to blow up the city fathers, and another wants us to work out his poll-tax, or loan him three dollars, and if we want a bar of soap it costs us ten cents. Ain't there some spot where mortals weep no more? where everybody advertises? If there is we'll dig out. We are in very near the same fix a Methodist minister was in Kansas. One morning he knelt in the pulpit and prayed: O Lord, keep me poor and humble." One of the deacons in the church, who felt that Providence was overtaxed, replied: O Lord, do Thou keep him humble and we'll keep him poor." We have carried blackberries four miles and sold them we have walked four miles to see a circus taught a coun try school in York State one-half day served three weeks' apprenticeship at mixing mortar carried a pair of scissors suspended with tape made something less than a wagon-load of Western Anti Bilious Pills during a term at drug clerk ing—sold patent rights—herded wore out several hand-saws—run a sta tionary steam engine—superintended a Sunday-school and chopped cordwood, and even lay awake all night with a squalling baby, but the present dilemma —publishing a paper in Odell—is the tightest fix we ever got into. Sometimes we think we'll grin and bear it then we commence grinning, and the doctors ask us if we are bilious that shows the ex tent of their medical education. Then if we get excited people say we are nervous, etc., etc., etc. But we are inclined to take a different view of this matter, and when we close this enterprise we'll an nounce it with as much calmness as we would the approach of a town meeting, and with as few regrets. A Man Squaw On the War-Path. IN the Ree tribe there is a mysterious looking individual clolhed in a woman's frock, but wearing a warrior's scalp, braid and accoutrements. He—or she— is the drudge of the camp—does all the cooking, brings all the wood and water, and looks after as many ponies as his— or her—other duties will allow. The braves look upon him—or her—with an air of superiority that cannot be mis taken, and in none ot the war dances or other manly pastimes is he—or she—al lowed to take a part but the poor, be drudged indefinite drags out a miserable existence, neglected and forlorn, not even being allowed to ride with the col umn on the march, but being a perpetual straggler, generally having to lead three or four extra ponies belonging to the braves. I asked Bloody Knife about him—or her. The form of a man but the heart of a woman," he replied through an inter preter, and then went on to explain that the indefinite was a man, but had not the courage to endure the tortures a j'oung man must subject himself to be fore he can become one of the braves. So he had to live with the women and do a woman's work. Suffrage was not ex tended to such as he. "Why does he come with you?" I asked of Bloody Knife. He wants to get rid of that frock," said the interpreter, without putting the question to the chief. If he takes a scalp it comes off him."—Cor. Inter Ocean. .» ». E strike among the glass-blowers in Pittsburgh and vicinity, which has con tinued for about a year, is now at an end, and the various factories are resuming business. The strike was caused by a proposed reduction of wages, the Eastern establishments being able to manufacture glass cheaper than it could be done there. Tne men are now willing to take about 20 per cent, below former prices. In a short time all the manufactories will be in full operation. —When wheat is sprouted in the sheaf the gluten and the sugar are the suffer ers, while the starch is also changed into glucose and diastase, rendering the flour incapable of being raised into good light bread—unless aided by alum—from the absence of gluten. MRS. MARY FEELY, of St. Louis, travel ing on the Vandalia train, though she put her pocket-book in her stocking, was robbed of it, her hose being cut open while she innocently slumbered. NUMBER 48. Cnrions Incidents. Correspondents of the Boston Tran script are relating instances of curious coincidences. We quote: A gentleman dreamed about Commencement time of a college mate whom he never knew well or cared for especially, and had not seen or heard of or thought of for a decade Next day he saw him in Boston. He had lately returned from a protracted absence from the country. A lady dreamed of an old family servant who quit her house years ago, settled at a distance, and was as much segregated from her and a stranger to her thoughts as though in habiting another sphere of existence. She called on her within twenty-four hours. About a dozen years ago I met one day, on Washington street, as I thought, a citizen of a distant town with whom I had long before a slight acquaintance, but whom I had not seen or thought of for many years. As we passed each other I saw it was not he, but two blocks farther on I met the very man. Having had one similar experience before, this became the more strongly impressed upon my mind. About two years after I was walking one evening on Tremont street, on the sidewalk lately removed, and when near West street gate I was on the point of speaking to Mr. H., an intimate business acquaintance, but the gas-light at that moment showed it was a stranger whom I had met instead of my friend The other incident came to my mind, and I thought, Would it not be a curious circumstance if I should meet Mr. H. during my walk?' and, to my astonishment, I did meet and talk with him on that very side^ alk before I got to Park street corner." A Terrible Case of Lunacy. A remarkable case of lunacy has just been made known in Green village, N. J., by the death of Charles Crowell at the age of seventy, who had been a raving maniac for over forty-five years. He was kept chained to the floor of his home, and would never allow clothing to be put on him. He was confined in a small apart ment made for his use. No furniture was in the room, the only thing in it be ing straw. His mother look care of him for the first fifteen years, and during that time he tore to pieces over 100 bedquilts which she had made for him. At times he would be perfectly harmless, and .would allow his mother and sister to stay in his room and feed him. But for months he would pace his small room and no one dared venture near him. In his room was a very small window through which food and water were given him. Some times he would not eat for a week at other times enough food could not be given him to satisfy his voracity. Hi mother died from the great burden, and his sister took charge of him. She, too, died after some years from the constant care and anxiety with which she atehed him. The most remarkable fact in con nection with the case was that just before he died his mind was clear and he called an attendant by name.—N. Y. Tiilune. .Damascus steel. AWAY in Syria, Persia, Beloochistan and among the inhabitants along the shores of the Caspian Sea, there is made, in a way unknown to the outside orld, a quality of steel which for certain pur poses has never been equaled by the ut most care and skill of European artists. This is the celebrated Damascus fcteel. Time and again have men of science and skilful artisans penetrated the far East and sought to obtain from the rude smiths of Caboel and Ispahan the secret of their art, but it has been guarded too well. The probable cause of the superior quality of this metal is t» be found in the material, the ore. In some measure the manipulation and skill of the artisan may add to its excellent quality when forged into cimetcrs.~ Burnes relates that when he was in Cabool a cimeter was shown to him made at Ispahan in the time of Abbos the Great, which was valued at 5,000 rupees. Two others, made at Teheran, were valued at 1,500 rupees for the blades. Various attempts have been made in Europe to imitate this metal. The French, particularly, have spent much, both of time and money, and have produced imitations which looked well— real pretty patterns—but the quality was wanting. 1 he Avondcrful elasticity, te nacity and temper of the Damascus was wanting. A third blade which Burnes saw was of Persian make and bad-be longed to Nadir Shah. Another was made in Khorassan. The blades tinkled like bells, and were said to improve by age. Nobody in Europe or America knows the secret of making Damascus steel.—St. Louis Republican, REASON enough there was for his doing it—George Falkcnstein, we mean, who committed suicide at Pittsburgh, Pa., the other day for he is desciibed as a foreigner, unmarried, despondent, home sick and full of drink." Poor ftllow! ON his death-bed, a Terre Haute com positor confessed to having maliciously substituted those" for these" in no less than seven hundred paragraphs. He had accomplished his fell wrork through a conspiracy with the proof-reader. IT was considered a deed of magnan imity for a San Francisco street crowd to allow a Chinaman to depart with his life, after having killed two immense dogs that had been set upon him by some of its members. To PREVENT paints from cracking and peeling, boil the linseed oil by the heat of steam until all the moisture is expelled. Oil thus served will dry in one-half the usual time without any dryer. A RATHER unique wedding occurred at Camp Brown. Wyoming, lately, a young man named Gibson marrying a squaw twelve years old. The marriage was solemnized amid an extraordinary exu berance of spirits." —A candid old bachelor says: "After all, a woman's heart is the sweetest thing in the world. It's a perfect honeycomb, full of sells." A NEAPOLITAN composer, who was a pupil of Donizetti, is writing a mass to be sung on the seventy-sixth anniversary of his birth. Tire Anatomical Shoemaker says it's nonsense to put a monument over a Bunyan—all you want is an anatomical boot. —The debt of the District of Columbia is $20,000,000.