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PAW PAW, MICHIGAN. HE K I S TllAXKStH V IS . , At noon, on a dreary November day, a lonesome little fellow, looking very red about the ears, and very blue alwut tlw month, stood kicking his heels at the door of a cheap eating-house, in losron, and offering a solitary- copy of a morning paper for sale to the people passing. Lint there wore reallv Lot many people passing, for it was Thanksgiving day, and tho shops were shut, and everybody who had u home to go to, and a dinner to eat, saemed to have gone home to eat that dinner, while Uort Hampton, the newaboy, stood trying in vain to Bell the last "Extry" left ou bin hands by the dull business of the morning. An old man, with a face that looked pinched, aud w ho was dressed in a seedy black coat, and a much-battered stove pipe hat,' stopped at the same doorway, and, with ono baud on the latch, he ap peared to hesitate between hunger and a sense of povertv, before going in. It was possdf L however, that he was considering whether he could afford himself the indulgence of a morning paper (seeiug it was Thanksgiving day); so at least Bert thought, aud accosted him accordingly. 44Bnv a paper; sir? All aboiit the fire in East Boston, and arrest of safe burglars in Springfield. Only 2 cents." The little old man looked at the boy with keen gray eyes, which seemed to light up the pinched and skinny face, and answered in a fchrill, voice, that whistled through white front teeth: 'You ought to come down in your price, this time of day. You can't ex pect to sell a mcmiug paper at 12 o'clock tor full price." 44 Well, give me a cent then," said Bert. That's less'u cost; but never mind. I'm bound to sell out, anyhow." 41 You look cold," said the old man. "Cold." replied Bert, "I'm froze. And I want my dinner. And I'm going to have a big dinner, too, seeing it's Thanksgiving day." " Ah ! lucxy for you, my boy !" slid the old man. "You've a homo to go to, and friends, too, I hope." "No, sir; nary home, and nary friend only my mother. Bert hesi tated and grew serious, thou suddenly changed his tone "and Hop Houghton. I told him to meet mo .here, and wa'd have a first-rate' Thanksgiving dinner together for it's no fun - to bo eatin' alone .Thanksgiving, day I It sets a fel ler thinkingif. lie ever; had ' Vlioso, and then tmia't got a home any rno;-e." " It's mo: lryeso?ne net to cat at all," ftf id the old man, his gray eyi twink ling " Avt what can a boy like you havo to'.tliais of ? Here, I gufss' I; can llnd one cut for you though thero'ji nothing in the paper, I know." The old man i-poke with some feeling, his lingers tre.no! 3d, and somehow he dropped two cents instead of one into Bert's hand. "Here! yon've made a mistake I" cried Evvt. "A bargain's a bargain. You've given me a cent too much !" " Xo, I didn't I never give anybody a cent too much !" " But see here !" And Bert showed the two cent", offering to return one. " No matter," said tho old man. "It will be so much less for my dinner that's all." Bert had instinctively pocketed the pennies, when, onu moment's reflection, his sympathies were excited. " Po; r old mnn !" he thought ; " he's seen better days, I guess. Perhaps he's no home. A bey like me can stand it, but I guess it must bo hard for him. He meant to give me tho odd cent, all tho while ; and I don't believe ho has had ft decent dinner for many a day." Ali this, which I have been obliged to write out slowly in words, went through Bert's mind like a llash. He was agener- ous little fellow, and any kindness shown him, no matter how trilling, made his heart overflow. ''Lock here," he cried ; " whoro are you going to get your dinner, to day ?" "I can get a bite hero as well as any where it don't matter much to me," re plied the old man. " Dine with r?ac," said Bert, laughing. "I'd like to have you." "I'm afraid I couldn't afford to dino ns you are going to," aid tho man, with a smile, his eyas twinkling again, and his white front teetu shining. "I'll pav for vour dinner I" Bert ex claimed. "Come! we don't havo a Thanks-giving but once a year, and a feller want.i a good time then. "But you are waiting for another boy." "O! Hop noughtou. Ho won't come now, it's sj late, ne's gone to a place down in North htree, I guess a place I don't like, there's so much tobacco smoked and so much ter drank there." Beit cast a final glance up the street. " No, he won't come now. So much the worse for him I Ho likes tho men down there; I don't." "Ah!" said the man, taking off his hat and giving it a brush with his elbow as they entered the restaurant, as if try ing to appear aa respectable as he could in the eyes ot a newsboy of such fastid ious tastes. To make him feel quite comfortable in his mind on tLut point, Bert hastened to say : "1 mean rowdies, and such. Poor people, if they behave themselves, are JUhfc rwj'ttwujH iu uia ns ncu I01K8, I ain't tho least mite aristocratic 1" "Ah, inded!" And tho old man smiled again, nn J seemed to look re lieved. "Im very glad to hear it." He placed his hat on the floor, and took a seat opposite Bert at a little table, which they had ail to themselves. Bert offered Inm tne bill of fare. " No, I must ask you to chooso for me; but nothing very extravagant, you know I'm used to plain fare." " So am I. But I'm going to havo a good dinner, for onco in my life and so shall you I" cried Bert, generously. "What do you say to chicken soup and then wind up with a thumping "big piece of squ-sh piof How's that for a Tlnuksz.ving dinner? " Sumi'tuous I" said tho old man. an pearing to glow with the warmth of tho room nu mo ijrusjn-ui, u guou uu ner. "But won't it cost you too much ?' " Too wnchU SoM?!" laughed Bort. " Chicken soup, . 15 cents; pi they gvo tremendous pioc here, thick, I tell v6u 10 conts. That'll 25 cents; half a dollar for two. Of course, I don't do this way every day in the year I But mother's glad to have me, once in a while." Here! waiter!" And Bert gi wo his princely order as if it were no very groat thi'jg for a liberal young folio w like him, after all. " Whoro is your mother ? .Why don't you dino .with her?" the little man asked. ' ' ' f 1 . ' ; Bert's face grew flober in a moment. ' " That's tho question ! Why don't I ? I'll tell you why 1 don't. I've got the bct mother in the world ! Wtoat I'm trvin;? to do is to make a home for her, so we can live together, and eat our Thanksgiving dinners together, -some time, Sonie boys want ono thing, some another thore's ono goes in for good times, another's in such a hurry to get rich he don't care much how he does it ; but what I want most of anything is to bo with my mothor and my two sisters again, and I ain't ashamed to say so." IJjrts eyes grew very tender, and he went on while his companion across the table watchod him with a very gen tle, searching look. " I haven t been with her now for two years hardly at all since father died. When his business was settled up he kept a littlo hosiery store on Hanover street it was found ho hadn't left us anything. Wo had lived pretty well, up to that time, and I and my two sisters had been to school; but then mother had to do something, ond her friends got her places to gj out nursing aud she's a nurse now. Everybody likes her, and she has enough to do. We couldn't bo with her, of course. Sho got ns boarded at a good place, but I saw how hard it was going to be for her to support up, so I said, 'I'm a boy; can do some thing for myself; you just pay their board and keep 'em to school, and I'll go to work, and maybe help you a little, besides taking care of myself.' " " What could you do ? said tho little old man. "That's it; I was only 'leven years old ; and what could I ? What I should have liked would havo been somo nice place, where I could do light work, and stand a chanco of learning a good busi ness. But b?ggars mustn't be choosers. I couldn't find such .a place ; and I wasn't going to bo loafing about the streets, so I went to selling newspapers. I've sold newspapers ever since, and I shall be 12 years old next month." " lou like it I said tne old man. "I !iko to get my own living," re plied Bert, proudly. "But what I want is, to learn some trade, or regular busi ness, and settlo down, and malse a homo for Bnt there's no use talking about that. Make the best of things that s my motto. Don't this soup smell good ? And don't it ta&te good, too? They haven't put so much chicken in yours as they have in mine. If you don't mind my having tasted it, wo ll change." Iho old man declined this liberal offer ; took Bert's advice to nelp him self freoly to tho bread, wnich " didn't , cost anything, and nto his Roup with prodigious relish, as it seemed to Bert, who grew more and moro hospitable and patronizing as tho repast proceeded. " Come, now, won t you have some thing between tho Roup and tho pie? Don t bo afraid 1 11 pay for it. Thanksgiving don't come but onco a year. Ion won t. A cup of tea, then, to go with your pie ?" " I think I will havo a cup of tea you aro so kind," said tho man. "All right! nere, waiter! Two pieces of your fattest and biggest squash pie ; and a cup of tea strong ! for this gentleman. "Pvetold you about myself, added Bert; "aupposo you tell inc some thing ?" "About rayeelf ?" " Yes. I tnink that would go pretty well with tho pie." But tho man shook his head. "1 could go back and toll about my plans and hopes when I was a lal of your age; but it would be too much like your own fetory over again. Life isn't what we think it will be, when we are young. You'll find that out soon enough. I am all alone in tho world now ; and I am G7 vears old. "Havo some cheese with vour 'iiic. won't you? Jt must be so lonely ,'rttt your age ! What do you do for a living i" "I 'havo a little place in Devonshire strett. My name is Crooker. You'll lind me up two flight! of stairs, back room at the right. Come aud see me, and I'll tell you all about ray business, and perhaps help you to such a placo as you want, for 1 know several business men. Now don i fail. And Mr. Crooker wroto his address, with a littlft stub of a pencil, on a corner of the newspaper which had led to their acquaintance, toro it off carefully, and gave it to Brt. Theroupon the latter took a card from his pocket not a very clean one, I must say (I am speaking of tho card, though the remark will apply equally well to the pocket), and handed it across the table to his nw friend. " Jlerbfrt Hampton, Dealer in Ntws papers" the old man road, with his sharp gray eyes, which glowed up fun nily at Berc, seeming to . say, " Isn't this rather aristocratic for a 12-yoar-old newsboy ?" Bert blushed and eiplainod. " Got up for mo by a printer's boy I know. I'd done Borne favors for him, and so ho mado me a few cards. Handy to havo. sometimes, you Jrnow. "Well, Herbert," said tho littlo old man, " I'm glad to have made your ac quaintance. The pie was excellent not any more, inane you ana x nope you'll come and see me. You'll find mo in very humble quarters ; but you are not aristocratic, you say. Now won't yon let mo pay for my dinner ? I be hove I have money enough. ict mo Bee." Bert would not hear of such a thing ; but walked up to tho desk, and settled tho bill with the air of a person who did not regard a trifling cxponso. When he looked round again, tbo little old man was crone. " Now mind ; 111 go and see him the first chanco I have," said Bert, as ha looked at the penciled strip of nowspa- per margin again before putting it into his pocket. He then went round to his miserable quarters, in the top of a cheap lodging house, .whereto, maJe?Tiimseif ready, by meaiiN of mp and water and, a broken odinbj'ta walk five bnilea 'irSto tho "'"sub urbs, and fcel a' sight, if only, forj Wva minute, of his motaer. On tho following Monday, Bert,having a leisure hour, went to call on his new acquaintance in Devonshire street. Having climbed the two flights, ho found tho door of tho back room at tho right ajar, and, looking in, saw Mr. Crooker at a desk, in tho act of receiving a roll of nionoy from a well-dressed visitor. ; Bert entered unnoticed, and waited till tho money was counted and a receipt siguod. Then, as : tho visitor departed, old Mr. Crooker looked round and saw Bert, lie , offered him a, chair; then turned to lock up the money iu a safe. "So this is your placo of business?" said Bert, dancing about the plain oilice room. " Whtt dj you do here ?" "I buy real estate, sometimes sell rent and so forth." "Who for?" asked Bert. "Fo myself,", said little old Mr. Crooker, with a smile. . . Bert stared, perfectly aghast, at this situation. This, then, was the man whom ho hail invited to dinner and treated so patronizingly tho preceding Thursday ! "I I thought vou was a poor man!" - "I am a poor man," paid Mr. Crocker, locking his safe. " Money don't make a man rich. I've money enough. I awn houses iu tho city. ,They give me some thing to think of, and so keep me alive. I had truer riches once, but I lost them long ago." ; From the way tho old man's voico trembled and eyes glistenod, Bert thonght he must have meant by these riches friends ho had lost wife and children, perhaps. " To tnink of rue inviting you to dinner!" ho criod, abashed and ashamed. "It was odd!" And Mr. Crooker showed his white front teeth with a smile. "But it may turn out to have been a lucky circumstance for both of us. I like you. I believe in you, and I've an offer to mako you. I want a trusty, bright boy in this office some body I can bring up to my business, and leav6 it with, as I get too old to at tend to it myself. What do you Bay ?" Wnat could Bert say! Again that afternoon he walked or rather ran to his mother ; and, after consulting with her, joyfully accepted Mr. Crooker s oiler. Interviews between his mother and his employer soon followed, resulting in something for which at first tho boy had not dared to hope. The lonely, child lees old man, who owned so many houses, wanted a homo ; and ono of those houses ho offered to Mrs. Hamp ton, with ample support Jor herself and children, if sho would also mako it a home for him. Of course this proposition was ac cepted ; and Bert soon had the satisfac tion of seeing tho great ambition of his life accomplished. Ho had employ ment, which promised to become a profitable business (as indeed it did in a lew years, he and the old man proved f o useful to each other) ; and, more than that, ho was united onco moro with his mother and sisters in a happy home, where he has since had a good many Thanksgiving dinners. J. T. Trow bridge. A Mysterious Pauper. Tho Warrington Union at .present shelters an interesting being, known in the district as the Mysterious Pauper. Mr. Moses Woods (M. P., for ho has quite a right to the initials) bai been for four years a mystery to his medical at tendants and to the guardians. The ex traordinary thing about hira is that he clings fondly t) stimulants and other luxuries not generally supplied to pau pers who are not mysterious. "When these are taken from him," wo read, his violence is almost ungovernable. and it is feared that he will do hisueigh l)ors a mischief. Ho has therefore to bo removed to a separate room, where, with his wino and other stimulants, he must be pretty comfortable. It has oc curred to him lately to feign insnnity, and ko begs in most plte.ous tones for tho loan of a pistol or a sword wnere with to avenge himself on his nurse. Though it seems a pity to annoy a rays- tenons pauper by paltry restrictions, wo nre told that his request to bo accom modated with a sword has not yet been complied with by the guardians. Though apparently in a very weak condition, tho poor fellow has strength enough left to War up his clothes nnd to break tho vessels in which his food is brought to him. He often refuses to get up in tho morning, aud, with views on tho subject quite opposed to thofo of tho hardy Norseman, declares that, as a matter of choice, "he will dio in txjd." Seme of the authorities have a theory that Mr. Woods is "wanted by tho polico of his native land, which occounts, they say, for his disinclination to leave the house. Other people will explain his delay bv tne fact tiiat no knows when lie is well off. Since the days of the Man in tho Iron Mask," wl oso conduct in some respects was like that of Mr. Woods, we havo not heard of a prisoner, not to say a pauper, so mysterious, and so myster iously treated by his guardians. Lon don News. A Fatal Coou-llunt. We learn that several negroes started out to hunt coons near narrodsburg, in Meroer county, Ky., one night last week. A quarrel arose between two of tho ne groes in the woods, when one was shot and killed. His friends remained and took charge of the body, while the rest of tho crowd proceeded with the hunt. A little later one of the negroes climbed a treo to shako down a coon. The negro foil and was instantly killed. The coon fell among tho dogs and a terrible fight ensued. In attempting to separate coon and dogs another negro had Ids leg lit erally torn to pieces by a dog. Ho then killed the dog. The coon next suc cumbed to fate, and his death ends the list of casualties during that coon hnnt. The murderer has been apprehended. Midway Sun. The pumpkin returns aro coming in. John Lhr, of York township, Pa., re ports having raised one weighing seventy-six pounds, which n California fanner eclipsos with on3 which turns the beam at 232 pounds. THE LAST OF Ll 31 ME IPS. A' Faiuona 'inniton Sporting; Hotel lWn . v-w ' J J Down,! v 1 '"' ' " " LtmmcrV," ft Celebrated tavern in the west end of London, has oeh de moliHhed. It was to onr fathers' and grandfathers what tho Turf Club, Pratt's, tho Victoria and Albert aro . to. sporting men of to-day. The London. 'Jett graph indulges iu r tho ; following comments upon the event : T "The name of Limmer's Hotel, as be ing tho foremost tavern of iU clas in tho world, lias ln-en coextensive in cel ebrity with WeathcrbyVand Tatter sail's. '' Crop after crop of gallant and light hearted youngsters has arisen, has run it courso and fatten lefore the in exorable scytho of the bookmaker, leav ing no other record of its existence, and no other epitaph than the inscription of its not always settled tavern accounts upon the faithful and suggestive register at Limmor's. What punishment have not tho supporters of Limmer's endured sinco the Princo Regent and Sheridan and Beau Brummel cracked their first bottle under its roof, when ttio -cMitury was in its babyhood. Poor Berkeley Craven dined there on the night preced ing Bay Middleton's victory in the Derby of 18130, and his anguished, mor ibund cry of Jersey wins !' still rings ominously as we catch it up from the page ot ilaikos' tell-tale diary. When Limmer's was at its zenith, from 1830 to 1800, wliat a troop of 4mal rogues' thronged its passage?, were ' bitten' as the old pharso ran by tho ' barn-mouse' at its bar and in its coffee-room, and mado it their favorite camping-ground lis week followed week and left them still in town. In that littlo mirror-paneled recess at the bottom of tho coffeo room the preliminaries of more prize fights have been arranged by Sir St. Vincent Cotton, Parson Ambrose, tho late Lord Qneensberry, the famous Marquis of Waterford, and two Jack My t tens, the late Lord Longford, and Tom Crommelin than iu the upper cham ber of Mr. Dowling, editor of Jicll'tf Life, or at Owen Swift's bar, or in Tom Spring's back parlor, or Ben Caunt's enuggry. " A pursuit which was enthusiastically supported and believed in by William Windham, Charles James Fox, Lord Althorp, and Lord Byron, stands in lit tlo need of modern excuses oh behalf of its promoters when Limmer's wan at its apogee. Full many a well-known pugil ist, with Michael-Angelo noso and pquaro-cut jaw, has stood, cap in hand, at the door of that historical coffee-room within wliich Lord Queonsberry then Lord Dmmlanrig and Capt. Wm. Peel and the late Lord Strathmoro were tak ing their moals. Whether it was break fast, luncheon or dinner that they were eating there was no clock and no incon venient human monnter to tell. Tho gas burnt by day and night alike, and the genuine habitue of tho famous tav ern came homo to le d when his day was over and his humor prompted him. It is but a few years since poor Chrloy Wemyss, during a long sojourn at Lim mer's, remarked that ho had never found life in Loudon more cheap, seeing that he never had occasion to wear anything but evening clothes. In that capacious coffee-room thero has been more Life in London' enacted than Pierco Egan ever recapitulated, or his 4 Tom and Jerry' ever saw. ' In ono window stood Col. Ouseley Higgins, Capt. William Peol, and Cnpt. Little, debating, head to head, how the ways and means were to be found in order that Pioneer might be sent to run for the. Worcester steeple chase. At the table farthest from the Couduit street windows was seated Jack My t ton, with ample shirt-sleeves rolled back over the cuffs of his evening coat, and with a snowy expanse of shirt-bosom upon which mico might have run races. A servsnt, with an unroot kablc fighting face, steals softly into the room with a note from his master, Maj. Hope John stone, who is immediately solicit ed by Lord Lonford and Sir Vincent Cotton to allow his valet to Ikj trained by Johnny Walker for a proximate prize-fight. The ser vant who is nono other than William Nelson, the breeder (before his recent death) of Plebeian, tho winner of the Middle Park plate firmly declines. At the remote end of tho room, close to Conduit street, sits Johnny O'Brien, fresh from his triumphs with Jonathan Wild in tho Goodwood stakes and Griras ton in tho Goodwood cup. As night falls thero is a motley gathering of sport ing men 4 to see what is going on at Limmer's.' Among them comes Mr. Greville, with his blue evening coat end brass buttons, and with the knob of his stick held habitually up to his lips. He asks for a modest 1,0(10 to 20 about Alarm for the Cambridgeshire. Lord Wicbelsea had just finished dinner at the table adjoining tho column furthest from tho fireplace, and proclaims his anxiety to lay 5,000 to 40 on the field. Old Justioe, with his lame leg nnd his open book in hand, hobbles hither and thither with a list of 4 dead tins' up his sleeve. Even tho stately Lord George mny occasionally be seen, as he retires into a corner with his favor ite commissioner, Harry Hill, before walkirg down tho passage arm-in-arm with his handsomo young friend, Frank Villiers. Lord Cheterfield and Col. Foroster came in fresh from a trial at Bretby, which may possibly add a Mrs. Taft or a Bathildo to tho scroll of Ceearewitch or Cambridgeshire winners. Lord Derby and Col. Anson are anxious ly watching tho maneuvers of the com missioner to whom they have instrusted the manipulation of Scott's l)erby fa vorite, against whom Sir Joseph Hawley has sinco taken a shot by lavincr 5.000 to 200. Thero is not a reporter in the room, and, if a non-sporting stranger looks in, he is promptly charged half a crown by the discriminating waiters for his glass of B. nnd S. 44 It has long been a theory with mod ern denizens of Limmer's that the luck of the bouse departed when the old bare and sanded floor was replaced by a Brussels carpet. The truth is that when Limmer's waa star tod, and called itself the Prince Regent's Tavern, the famous coffee-room was carpeted. But in an evil hour it suggested itself to the rol licking humor of tho mad Lord Wctsr ford that the room was too hot, and in an instant the blazincr coals were rakd by him out of the grate and scattered over the room. With a forcible ejacula tion the then proprietor, Charles Renand, declared that no fresh carpet should bo laid down, and the younger generation of visitors thought that the bar'; board?, with their daily ooat of yellow noud, had been characteristic of the house from tho hour of its' birth." There are few now litiugfto remember the first and most famous of Limmer's waiters, whose name is perpetuated on both sides of the At lantic by n still favorite drink, in which gin, Mda water, ico, lemon and sugar nt e the constituent elements. 4 My name i John Collins,' fang the gay youth of a bygone age, head waiter at Limmer's, corner of Conduit street, Hanover square; my chief occupation is filling of brimmers for all the young gontlemen frequenters there. It was to liis vigilant and characteristic prudence that somo of his young clients owed the possession of 4 a loophole of retreat,' which enabled them to eocape without passing through the easily-watched portal. It was not unknown to poor Jack Mytton, with whom many of tho most racy stories sug gested by the hisloire inedite of the world famous tavern will long be asso ciated. There stands the table upon which ho mounted, seemingly 4 three sheets in the wind,' in order to lay against the winner of tho Two Thousand, Sir Tatten Sykes, for the Derby. When his credit was exhausted and the backors accepted his offers to as largo an extent as they thought it possible he oould pay, he ran up-stairs to his bed room and re turned with several thousand-pouud notes in his hand, which he proceeded to lay on what he called reaJy-money principles. 44 1 was not quite so drunk as they thought," was his explanation to a friend who questioned hint about his proceedings on the eve of the lace. Tho ponderous frame of Capt. Sutherland of the Twelfth Lancers, is recalled by the arm-chair which was specially built for him, and in which he boasted that he was 27 years old and weighed twenty seven stone. Tho tavern which, as a guest-house, nas probably run its earth ly courso, and of which, before many moons havo rolled away, there will be nothing but memories left, occupies a Bpace in the West-End life of London, which no other building in the metrop olis can so adequately fill. Its three Prince cf Wales feathers, with their con comitant 4Ich Dien,' link us with the voluptuous days of the Prince Regent. Limmer's was to our fathers and grand fathers what the Turf Club, the Road Club, Pratt's, tho Victoria, and the Al bert aro to sporting men of to-day." Tonsorial Art. aud Artists. It is amusing to find 6no of thoso tra ditional jokes which everybody reveres becoming a reality. There, for instance, is tho story of the rivalry between two barbers in an English town who Icpt reducing their prices until ono of them offered to shave his customers for noth ing. The other, not to bo outdone, put up a sign iu theso words, 44 What do you tbink ? I'll shave yor. for nothing and give you u drink." Same of the barbers of New York have determined to make their prices for shaving 5 cents. Others, afraid of the loss of custom, havo not only reduced their prices to 5 cents, but for this insignificant sum offer 44 a good shave aud a good cigar," 41 a good shave and a glass of beer," and one atrocious barber even announces 44 a good shave and a schooner of beer." As a general thing we are in favor of a reduction in prions. Bat tho barbers' method is very like cruelty to animals. Tho man who smokes cigars or drinks beer thereby obtains a decided advantage over tho man who does neither ; but it must be confessed he runs a greater risk. In a barber shop where you are shaved and receive a cigar it would be bad enough to bo compelled to inhale the poisonous atmosphere, to say nothing of tho stran gulation and expectoration thai would follow smoking ono of tho weed3. Then wo aro afraid that tho beer also, espe cially in tho schooner establishment, would bo as dangero is almost as a cup of poison. Apart from all theso risks, it is well known from the traditional an ecdote that barbers always punctuate in their heads, and that the famous sign should have read : 44 What! Do you think I'll shavo you for nothing and give you a drink t" Wo trust that nobody else will do anything so utterly absurd. Even the barber is woithyof his hire, and 10 cents is littlo enough for a shavo nowadays, especially when wo consider a tonsorial artist's manifold duties to his customer. It is expected of him that he will talk his subject so nearly to death that ho lives as if by a miracle ; that his up-strokes shall threaten his customer's nose and hia down-strokes his ear with out touching them ; that ho shall care fully scau the beard so as always to go 44 against the grain;" and that by all the means in his power ho shall minister to the discomfort of the poor wretch in his hands. Ten cents is little enough for such a desperate operation, and it is idle to talk of a cigar or a schooner of beer in such a case. New York Herald. Canines Mefk in Spiilt. An Omaha liveiy-stablo keeper owned a fine lot of coach dogs. These dogs are white, with black spots all over them, and aro noted for their docile, not to say oowardly, dispositions. Tho dogs be longing to the livery-stable keeper were beset on all occasions by tho other dogs in the streets, and, as they were meek in spirit, were as easily overcome as a lot of sheep The liver) -stable man stood this, as long aa he could, whe,n, one day, he found a largo, white bull-dog, and it im mediately occurred to him what to do. He bought that dog, took him to his stable, and there kept him until he got thoroughly acquainted with the coach dogs. The bull-dog was tken sent to tho barber's shop, and black spots were neatly painted or dyed all over him, so that ho looked like a veritablo coach dog, with a somewhat short noso and elongated lower jaw. The noxt timo tho carnage was sent out this model conch dog went along, and tho street dogs 44 went for him," thinking they would have their usual pport and victory ; but in this they were mistaken; tho bull dog waded in, and tho way tho hair, guitar-strings aud sausage-meat flew was a caution. Since that timo tho coach dogs have been let alone. A ixxj, near Norfolk, Va., was taught to wait every day for a railroad train, catch a newppaper thrown out by tho baggage-master, and carry it home. His master died several mouths ago, but he goes every d.iy to get the newspaper, and gazes after tho cars in apparent dis appointment when nothing is thrown to hira. 4 People mid Tilings. M 1 J : "' The latest histories leave off Pitts burgh's 44 h." . Muh. Mixxoii. of California, has a lino of stages. There are one-fourth more, blondes than brunettes. A woman runs tho Coast Line of stages in Northern California. Tennessee has Q2fi on the Cincinnati Southern railroad. California seems to be the only State now that has a Maj. Paulino Cushman. The business year has diminished tho consumption of ' rU.UU?. Henky Saltonstall of Massachusetts recently owned a cow that gave 13,065 quarts of milk in a year. Fra Diavou) and Zerlina were real personages. Gen. Hugo, the father of the poet, himself captured the brigand. TriE Heywood fund, for the benefit of tho Northtield cashier who lost his life in defending his trust, has reached the sum of $13,000. Headlines in a St. Louis paper : 44A Book Agent Bounced It was Bono by a Woman Whom He Insulted, aiul in a Very Effective Manner." A reform is about to be inaugurated in tho imperial Ottoman army. By order of the Sultan the oflicers ara in futuro to wear epaulets. Tnn New York Commercial Adver tiser states that Alex. Steel's canary died recently, at the ripo old age of 24 vears and fl months. Mr. Stivl han had the bird IJsince it was 2 months OKI. When races first camo , into fashion in Franco the many went for fun, the few to bet. Now the bettincr element has assumed an alarmingly large pro portion, anu great sums ore lost and won. A child 2 years old has been pois oned at a village near Frodsbam, in England, by drinking from a bottle con taining carbolic acid, which its mother had given it to play with in bed 44 to pac ify it." The Boston Herald says that 44 the man who takes up his morning paper, and doesn't find an account of a new murder in Vermont, knows it is the fault of the news-gatherers and not of the Ver monters." It is noted as a singular fact that the fifty newspapers in Turkey published in the Turkish language are managed either by Greeks cr by Armenians. The very official organ in Constantinople is edited by an Armenian. Many of the Indiana citios are estab lishing high schools for the winter months, for the benefit of youths and young men and women whoso necessities havo prevented them from attaining a common school education. Judge Weaver was on eminent jur ist in Texas, a lemarkable orator, an honorable man and a drunkard. Tho latter trait has just killed him. After failing in earnest efforts to reform, he took a fatal dose of chloral. When a bright young preacher comes along in London, and Mr. Spurgeon is asked if he doesn't fear a rival, he calmly replies : 44 When a new coach is put on the road, the old coach must make up its mind to horse up or lose customers." Lotis XIV. onco submitted some of his poetic ventures to Boileau, and asked him what he thought of them. 44 Noth ing, sire, is impossible to Your Majesty," replied the candid critic. 44 You wisned to make bad verses, and you have suc ceeded." TnE imitative Chinaman of Shanghai has tried his dexterous hand on a coun terfeit 25 note of the Hong Kong and Shanghai Banking Company, and has produced an article that tho most expert teller coald not tell from tho genuine, but for tho fact that the date is 44 Dec 35, 1871." . A man sweeping a sidewalk will some times stay his horrid broom to let a fellow-being pass; a woman sweeping, and better the passer had crawled into a dust cart. A sweet unconsciousness of all sare her owu existence seems to charac terize woman in all tho walk3 of life, particularly the sidewalks. A Bckmese drama is a protracted en joyment. The performance usually be gins about 9 p. m., lasting until day light, when an intermission is taken until night again. Four or five nights are often consumed in a single comedy. The Burmese families sometimes carry their bods to the theater with them. Thkhe wm a taltered brggar-iuan, Aud he loved a ludy well " I hv a Lrart to buy," he nalJ, And you have Rold to aell." There was a l'rince of hih degree, And he loved the lady vrell " I have a crown to buy,' he nald, " And you kave a hart to aell." To tho boKKr-carl he laughed a Iangh, To the prince hho frowned a frown " IIS give my gold for the beggar'i heart. Hut no heart for the iTinoe'n crown." The Caucasian is 4 4 played out" in Indianapolis. Says tho Sentinel : 44 On the Circle yesterday a white man knocked a Chinaman down for somo real or fancied grievanco, and the eternal fitneas of things was illustrated by tho promptness with wbich a negro police man arrested and took tho assaulter to tho station-house." der in England has been greater in 1875 tlinn in nnv iifoinlinff rnar tin a figures being, since 1870, respectively, 11 AO r.O and PJ Hhnnttntr wrmnl- ing, and stabbing have also increased, l .. having been 397. Crimes against prop erty, and pauperism are, however, eteadily decreasing. A Soldier ot Fortune. Henry Islop Mclvar, a native of Edin burgh, is a leader in the Servian army. He hns fought cn four continents in twenty years, aud almost always on tho sido of the smallest numbers. He gained a medal in tho Indian mutiny, fought under Garibaldi in 1859, under Leo in 18C1, for tho Mexicans after the rebel lion, with a littlo Indian skirmishing in Texa?. ne was in the Cretan rebellion, served in Greece against tho brigands, was in tho patriot army in Cuba for a while, and then had a cavalry command in Egypt. He fought iu Franco under Faldherbo against the Germans, turned iin in Taris as a Comniuuiit, went to Herzegovina as correspondent of a Lon don paper, and is now a leader of Servian irregular?.