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ST. CHARLES HERALD.
Published Every Saturday« in a Rich Sugar, Molasses and Rice Producing Country. . VOLUME XI. HAHNVILLE, LOUISIANA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 1, 1883. NUMBER 35. LEFT ALONE AT EIGHTY. Put up the old pipe, mv dear, I couldn't smoke to-day; I'm sort of duzcd and frightened, And don't know what to say. It's lonesome in the house here. And lonesome out of door, I never knew what lonesome meant In all my life before. The bees go humming the whole day long, And the first June rose has blown; And I am eighty, I am to-day-— Too old to be left alone. 0 Heart of Love, so still and cold! O precious lips, so white! For the first sad hours in sixty years, „ You were out of my reach last night. 1 can't rest now—I can not rest; Let the old man have his will, And wander from porch to garden-post. The house is so deathly still— Wander and long for a sight of the gate She has left ajar for me. We had got used to each other, dear— So used to each other, you see. Sixty years, and so wise and good! She made me a better man From the moment I kissed her fair, young face, And our lovers' life began. And I held her hand—was it yesterday That we stood up to be wed? And—no, J remember; I'm eighty to-day, 4nd my dear, loving wife is dead. Christian at Work. DOWN IN A DIVING-BELL. D«fp Sea Hiving Experience.—A Veteran Diver in the Briny Deep Wlio Found His l.ong-l.oKt Wife in a Sunken Hulk—A Queer Life on Land, and a Queerer I.ifc in the Sen. He was a queer-looking man, with shaggy eye-brows overhanging sharp, bright eyes, set deep in their sockets, a prominent nose, a sallow complexion, a slow, shuffling gait, a lank, bony frame, slightly stooped with the burdens of some fifty odd winters and summers. He was wandering, apparently quite aimlessly, among the sailors who fre quent the warf in front of the Lumber man's Exchange, at the end of Franklin Itreet. "Who is that man?" a Herald report ir inquired of a lake shipper, with vhom he had observed the stranger in onversation a few minutes before. "That—that's Holmes, the famous eean diver. He lives in the East, but understand he's on his way to the acific coast just now to manage a dif pult job of ra'sing a valuable cargo, hich went down during the April arms near Seattle. He's a man who uld tell stories which would make ur hair stand on end, if he had a mind ITU go and see him, then," said the sorter. K few moments later the twain, the lorter and the old sea dog, were (ted comfortably in a cool place, the jeze playing with the scant crop of v on Mr. Holmes' head. While sip S a cooling beverage the old diver ually filtered out reminiscences, itit in the proportion of one to every ttbler he emptied. it's a queer business," he said, "and items the queerer the longer you're it The way I got into it was this: I s born m 'Little Rhody, ' not far fn Newport, nearly half à century nf In my young days I followed the soring trades, and Fve been to most ett country and climate on the globe — Brazil as well as on the African G(C'oast, in the East Indies and in Cb. On a British vessel I was for sol time in the opium smuggling tri I've visited nearly every port onto Mediterranean shore as well as the Black Sea. Well, being back ho one day from a long trip, there waconsiderable talk over a slave ve( which had been pursued by a crip, and had been scuttled and sunk port harbor a number of years low the rumor startôd I don't km but anyhow the papers at that tirnbout '52, told long yarns about thealth that was hidden in the ves sel,} gold dust and ivory, and so fort A proposition was made to me to gown in a diving bell, which had justaie into practical use about that timtod investigate the hulk. I had alwibeen a good diver and could hold my jith an awful long time. But I lackexperienee as a practical diver. Well undertook the job for a good, rounim. This was the means of my leavlseafaring and engaging in the profon of a diver. As I said before, it's Seer calling, and one never gets usedit. Itisn tfor the fun I do it, it's fhe money I earn. I own a fine littlem and a cozy cottage in Rhode Islamot for from Woonsocket, and have impie of thousands in the bank —aille by diving. Besides, I own a conte outfit, and that is worth con siders money. Married and chil drenlbll, yes, and no. You see, the way t was this. After I married, my yg wife didn't like my trade and my It absences from home, and she ran of 1857 with an old shipmate of mine die gold fields of California, while is attending to a job on the New «y coast. She took all the moueyh her I had saved up for her and oifo children. I heard nothing of her |i number of years. It was in 1868, w I had to go down to save the mail ahe cash freight of the Ante lope, avenger clipper vessel running between Francisco and New York, that haundered in a stormy night near CHatteras on her trip East. I w^as theving in my armor suit, that being ni more handy and expedient than thfl. I was down in the cabin groping way to the safe when a corpse $ fast in my armor. It proved to be a Bn's body. She was poorly dressed, had a nursling in her arms. The bodlated face down in the wa ter, butiaring myself away from it the face ed almost beneath my eyes, and mete with a glassy stare. It was mybie's face, my wife's. It gave me,wful turn, down there un der the v, and for a moment I felt faint. Bhad the body hauled up to th* surf and afterward had it buried near our old home. I made inquiries in Califomy. Her letters and papers in her pock' t had already given me a clue, and on that I worked. I found that my faithless wife had married Charles Rum sey, for whom she had deserted me, and had borne several children to him. Only two of these lived, besides the two she had borne to me, when Charlie left her. Then she had thought of me, but had vainly endeavored to obtain my address. On her way East to find me she had met her dreadful fate on board the Antelope. I went to Californy, fetched the children home, and have treated them since as if they were all my own, and when I die I'll leave them equal shares of my prop erty. They've been educated carefully at my expense, and they are all well es tablished in life now, and don't know anything of their mother's shame. • "Now you've heard a bit of my own E rivate troubles, of which every man as a peck or two, I reckon," remarked Holmes reflectively. "One does see awful things sometimes down in these vessels on the botton of the sea. The first time that I did some work that made me feel bad was in '54. A three masted schooner, a fishing vessel be longing to Bedford, Mass., had broken in two on a reef not many miles from port. It was early in spring, just about the time of the 'aquenaeksnels.' That part of the vessel containing the cabin seemed to be «'ell preserved, as could be seen on any clear, day looking do« r n into the depth. And it was in there that *Capting' Willis had kept his little pile. He must have been a queer nut if half the stories the people told about him were true. He never would leave any money on shore, thinking his ves sel a much safer bank than any on terra firmy. Well, he and his whole crew had gone down, and so I undertook the job of getting at the old man's pile if I could. On a fine i f ernoon in tho latter g art of April I «'ent down in my suit. verything went all right till I stalked into the cabin. There was the 'cap ting's' berth, and I made for that. It was dark in there, and I bumped my head against various objects repeatedly. Finally I got to the berth where I un derstood the money was. Feeling my «'ay, my hand ran against something soft and shifting. What do you think it was? The 'capting,' sure enough. He had got his head tightly wedged in between the ceiling and his bedclothes, and both his arms were in there, too, while his legs and body stuck out, bob bing up anil down with the motion of the water. I set him loose, and then I found that his hands were clasped around a big oilcloth bag. It was with great difficulty 1 could detach the corpse's hands from it. His ruling pas sion had been strong even in death. When the body had been hauled up it was seen that the face «'ore a look of iron determination, as if he had resolved to save his gold or perish. His widow is still living in comfortable style on the money left her in that bag. That was a real littlo adventure. Tmt there are often times when a man gets scared at nothing. "Once I remember I was overhauling the wreck of a steamer that lay in ten fathoms of water on the Florida coast. There were a good many passengers of all sorts that had perished with the ves scl. Bodies, you know, act very strange when confined in a closed space pnder tho water. They are buoyed up by the pressure from below and can't get out. So they all float under the ceiling. And that was the case when I entered the dining saloon of the steamer, into which the unfortunate passengers had fled half clad to escape on dock, bat had drowned before reaching it. The sight of it was enough to make any one feel that he's got nerves. Mothers and fathers in their night robes, pressing their children to tlieirbosoms; husbands and wives clasp ed in each other's arms to meet death unitedly; one couple, probably lately married or lovers, had their lips sealed in one last parting kiss. While disen tangling myself from all these bodies that «'ould get twisted up with the pipe and the connecting line on my arrno* and thus endanger my safety, I all to onst caught sight of a horrible-looking object right opposite me. It stood up right, and was more than a man's size, black in appearance, and with tremen dous big goggles in the place of eyes. As often as I would move, my 'vicy versy' would move too. I felt a chill creeping over me when I saw that the object was getting nearer and nearer as I approached the «'all. Whether the monster was a fish or what it was I couldn't decide, but I quickly made up my mind it was to be either me or him, so I dre« r my knife and made for it. Coming nearer, what was my surprise to find that the terrible object was merely the reflection of my own self in a large mirror made indistinct by the water. That was about the worst scare I ever had in the course of my professional ex perience. "Danger from fish, did you say? No, not generally, and not the way people imagine. It ain't sharks and devil fish that trouble us. It's these little critters, jelly fish, sun fish, ulgae, and the like, that we're afraid of. They clog up the armor and impede our movements, after threatening to break the connec tion between the diver below and the boat above water. And it's that damrer, too, that one has to fear with big fisiies powerful enough to break the line with a single blow of their tail. Sharks? Not much. I never heard of a diver that was attacked by a shark. And if it came to a submarine duel between such a beast and the diver, the latter would have all the odds in his favor. "There's been a good many improve ments made in the diving business since I've been in it. The world does move, even in our profession. The rig-out of a diver nowadays, if everything is first class, is a very expensive thing, oiten a costing $600 and over. The top, head and shoulder gear «'eigh about eighty pounds, and each boot twenty pounds, so you see I carry 120 pound* >n addi tion to my o«'n weight «'hen I go down to the bottom. Onco below, the heavy weight on the soles of the feet are no more noticeable than a pair of ordinary boots would be in walking the streets. The buoyancy of the water counterbal ances the weight, you see. "Is there a limit to tho depth in which a diver can work? Certainly there is; seventy to one hundred feet is about the average depth in which one can work with anything like ease, nnd two hundred feet is as deep as anybody has dared to go for practical purposes. Most of the diving work is done at a depth of fifty feet or less. It's dark and dismal enough that deep, especially when the sky is overcast or during the cool seasons. But that last bother is pretty near done an-ay «'ith now, since electric lights have cbmo into fashion, by means of which a man can go down and see as clear as daylight in the darkest nook of a vessels hold. That's very good thing, as it saves much trouble and money, and often allows the owners of vessels to- have a leak mended in a few hours' time by the diver, when formerly it took weeks on the dry docks, occasioning an outlay ol thousand^ of dollars. But now I'll bid you good day, Mr. Herald ; you know about as much of the diving business now as I do ."—Chicago Herald. The Car Conductor's Snare. A conductor of the Broadway ears has been probing the meanness of hu man nature to its very depths by scat tering white metal counters stamped in imitation of quarter-dollar pieces upon the seats of his car. It was about ten o'clock the other evening that he began his experiments, and having taken a Tribune reporter, who was the only oc cupant of the car, into his confidence, he proceeded to dispose three of tha fraudulent pieces at judicious intervals upon the seats. Then the conspirators sat and waited. Tho first flies to enter the spider's parlor was a young man and woman no ordinary folk, but very handsomely dressed, he being resplendent in a new summer suit and white hat, and she gay with many ribbons and ostrich feathers. At first they sat down di rectly opposite the spot where one of the coins was lying, but after a minute or so the man discovered that there was a draught on that side, so they crossed over. They were so richly dressed that it was absurd to suppose that a quar ter of a dollar could be of any impor tance to either of them, so it must have been purely by accident that ho sat down just beside tho deceitful tiling. Then another accident occurred—he dropped his umbrella; curiously enough, too, it fell with the handle right over the counter, and it is wonder ful what a lot of picking up that um brella took. Apparently, however, he picked up nothing with it. for next his coat-tails wanted arranging, and then came a lot of fumbling with his trous ers. This appeared more satisfactory, for with a furtive glance at the reporter to see if he was observed, he slipped something quietly into his breastpocket, and the conductor smiled grimly. Then there got in a gentleman well past middle age, looking like a clergy man, with white hair and sleek of face. He started to walk up to tho front door of the car, saw one of the bright discs in passing, checked himself, changed his mind and sat down plump beside it. For a few minutes he shifted uncomfort ably in his seat, glancing quickly up and down the car and occasionally screwing his eyeballs around in vain endeavors to see the seat at his side. Then with a look of sublime uncon sciousness he took off his hat and placed it right over the coin. His hand soon dropped beside it, and, while his eyes still gazed with a bland indifference straight in front of him, it gradually worked its «-ay under the hat. Then the hat began to heave and sway, and to edge its way inch by inch along the seat like a basket with a cat under neath. Presently it stopped and the hand was withdrawn. Then, under pretence of arranging his neck-tie, the old gentleman took a rapid look into the palm of his hand, and by the light of the lamp saw that he had been taken in. At the same moment he saw the conductor smiling at him and caught t ie reporter's eye. He colored crimson, picked up his hat, grasped his umbrella and bolted out of the car. "I would not have believed it," said the reporter. "You don't know how mean people are until you try them," replied the conductor, "but it does make one kind of ashamed of one's self, don't it?" There was still one more piece lying temptingly upon a seat, but soon a workingman got in and sat down di rectly opposite to it. He was a weather beaten, hardy, hardly-used working man, and his appearance seemed to in dicate that cents were not too plentiful with him. After a little time he saw the shining metal and leaned forward to look at it. Then he sat back, and then leaned forward again. Finally he at tracted the conductor's attention with a "Hi, mister!"—and pointing to the coin, "somebody's been dropping their money about. There's a quarter lying on the seat there, and you'd better pick it up or somebody'll be stealing it.''— N. Y. Tribune. —John H. Parnell's peach orchard, at West Point, Ga., is the largest in the world. The trees are planted upon dif ferent slopes, so that when all are bear ing a crop is certain in one place or an other every year. There are 125,000 trees.—Atlanta Constitution s a a Bis Niece. Mr. J. 5. Brown was in a gloomy frame of mind. Mr. J F. Brown, on the contrary, was as smiling Jand chip S er as a spring morning. Mr. .1. S. rown crooned moodily over the ledg eis and complained of the pale ink and rusty pens, while Mr. J. F. Brown s ailed and smirked, and hummed a gentle lullaby over the pages of figures before him. M. J. S. Brown's counte nance «'as dark and forbidding. From Mr. J. F. Brown's face there beamed a radiance which illumined every nook and corner of the counting-room. "Humph!" grunted Mr. J. S. Brown, bitterly. "Ha, ha, ha," softly laughed*Mr. J. F. Brown. "Brown," said Mr. J. S. Brown, lift ing himself up from his desk and turn ing around on his stool; "Brown, I feel called upon to reprove yon for the friv olity you have exhibited duringthe past week. You have neglected your w'ork —you have arrived here late every morning and left horc early every after noon^-your business has been done in a loose and incompetent manner, nnd as a natural result our mutual interests are suffering." Mr. J. F. Brown looked grieved. Never before had he been addrossod in terms of reproach by Mr. J. S. Brown. "But, Brown," expostulated Mr. J. F. Brown, "you seem to forget that—" "I forget nothing," interrupted Mr. J. S. Brown; "1 am perfectly well aware that you have a new baby-daugh ter up at your house. How could I for get it, when I am reminded of the fact, every fifteen or twenty minutes? A daughter, Brown, is good enough, and has, I admit, certa'n advantages in her way, but I submit, Brown, that a daughter is no excuse for the excessive levity and coltishness of which you have been guilty for tho past week." "I—I—I don't understand;"' stam mered Mr. J. F. Brown, blushing deeply. "I will bo more explicit—I will ex plain," continued Mr. J. S, Brown, still maintaining an air and tone of frigid austerity. "Since the birth of yourdaughteryou have been worldly and fleshly in your manner and conversa tion. Do you think it was in keeping with your dignity to make your ap pearance in this store that morning in a condition bordering, I may say, upon hilarityP Was it right that you should execute secular saltatory movements up and down this counting room while ad vising our employe I of the fact that you had a spick-and-span new daugh ter? Was it proper that you should subsequently invite us all out for a lemonade and a cigar apiece? Have I not heard you, every hour of the day since that event, whistling—yes, Brown—I will repeat with increased vehemence —whistling to yourself certain lullabies and tunes supposed to have been invented purely for tho so lace and edification of the cradlo and the nursery? Need I remind you that frequently when you should have been making out invoices of canned toma toes and pickled codfish, I have found you dreamily humming a frivolous song entitled 'Peek-a-boo' to yourself? And is it for me to recall that frequently, when you should have been here re ceiving consignments of dried apples and brown sugar, you have been sky larking about town, squandering votir money for nursing bottles and paregoric and tin rattles and flummery of that kind?" "Ah, my dear Brown," sighed Mr. J. F\ Brown, sadly, "you do not ap preciate how sweet a boon one's daugh ter is to one." "There you go again!" exclaimed Mr. J. S. Brown. "There you go again, with your maudlin sentiment. Your daughter, indeed! Brown, 1 am sick and tired of hearing eternally and ever lastingly about your daughter. Your . di ter ing till night, day in and day out! Well—I—I—well—oh, bah!" And Mr. J. S. Brown nearly choked daughter—your daughter—your daugh it's the same old song from morn with chagrin and disgust, while Mr. J. F. Brown sat mutely Dy bit his finger nails, and vainly tried to keep the tears from brimming over his eyelids. "You seem to forget, Brown," said Mr. J. F. Brown, finally, very tremu lously, and very tenderly, "you seem to forget that while she is mg daughter alio is your niece." Mr. J. S. Brown started as if he hail been toying with the business end of an electric battery. A new and bright idea seemed to have dawned upon him. His lower jaw fell, his eyes opened to their widest capacity, anil a look of combined astonishment and pleasure crept over his face. His whole appearance was that of a man before whose comprehen sion a mighty revelation hail been spread. "Brown," murmured Mr. J. S. Brown, faintly and unsteadily, "say it again and say it slow." "You seem to forget," repeated Mr. J. F. Brown, " that while she is my daughter, she is at the samo time your niece." "Well, I snum!" exclaimed Mr. J. S. Browm, "I never thought of that." "It is, nevertheless, an incontroverti ble fact," solemnly added Mr. J. F. Brown. "So it is. Brown, so it is!" cried Mr J. S. Bro« r n. "And I am indeed an un cle! Ha, ha, ha—an uncle—whoopee!i We'll close up the store—the clerks. . shall have a holiday—and, Brown^*çmoV closer to me, we'll hav^lemonade and cigars all around tjj^we can't rest! Your daughter, my niece—Brown, old fellow, I congratulate vo i!" -^Denver Tribune Fishery Statistics. The Dutch now take in the North Sea somewhat over 200,000,000 herrings annually. Those are saltod and bar reled according to old Beukelzoon's receipt. They also take about 50,000, 000 a year in the Zuider Zoo. These, for the most part, are sold fresh. But these figures are insignificant compared with those of tne Scotch herring fishery, the export of which is 1,000,000 bar rels, or at least 700,000,000 fish. Tho Dutch have also a very iarge anchovy fishery in tho Zuider Zee, which employs 1,200 boats, and in a good year gives 70,000 baskets of 8,500 fish each, or about 250,000,000 anchovies. Wo pay them very large sums for fish takon by them in the North Sea. Fifty years ago, in the time of protection, and so of high duties on foreign fish, and before the days of packing fish in ieo and carrying it so packed to market in steamers, wo paid them, on Yarrell's authority, £80,000 a year for turbot, and £16,(XX) for the lobsters that wore to accompnny it to table. The Dutch have also a very large ood-fisherv. A great part of what they take on tho Dogger Bank is sold fresh. Of salted codfish Germany and Belgium took from them about 2,000,000 pounds. JThe Belgians are, fi»- tlieir numbers, large consumers of tish. It is sold an nually to the amount of about £170,000 in the market of Ostend. More than half of this is taken by Belgian fisher men. The rest is bought, chiefly from French and English boats. We may suppose that Antwerp also does some thing considerable in the fishing busi ness. A great deal, too, of tish is im ported by rail from Holland. The fisheries of Denmark proper aro worth about £260, (XI0 annually. The most important of the fish taken in the Danish viators aro the eels of tho two Belts and of the Sound. Germany is tho chief customer for Danish tish. Tho cod fishery of Iceland is worth about 4,000,000 and the herring about 1,800, 000 crowns, that is together about £260,000 a year. Tho facts connected with tho fisheries of Italy that aro most worthy of notice aro tho variety of fish captured, for tho Mediterranean species outnumber those «of tho coasts of Western Europe; tho smallness of the money value of tho capture (£1,600,000), compared with tho number of men engaged in the fish eries (60,(XX)); and tho inadequacy of the supply, for tho imports amount to £860,(XX> a year. Tho most valuable product of the Italinn seas is coral. Af ter that come tho anchovy, tho tunny, and the sardine. The fisheries of Spain are no excep tion to tho general paralysis which has in that country overtaken every des soription of effort and of industry. All kinds of deep fisheries have boon aban doned. But even the small take of tlioir inshore fisheries is more than tho Span iards thomsclvos require, for they ex port fish to tho value of about £80,(XX) a year.— Macmillan's Magazine. "Fumlly Dramas." M. Romain Marsi has been sentenced by the French tribunals to thirteen months' Imprisonment for extortion. His modö" of operation was to attend the police courts and to take note of any cases in which persons were found guilty "bf trivial offenses, which they would have special reasons for wishing "to keep out of the papers." Having made his selection he would write a letter to tho delinquent informing him (or her, for ho practiced largely upon the credulty of the female mind) that he regretted, as editor of the Petit Journal des Tribunaux, tho circulation of which was enormous, to be com pelled to publish a report of the case; but that he should bu at his office any morning from nine to eleven, anil would be happy to hear what they might have to say before the article ap peared. This letter rarely failed of its effect, and when the delinquent called and was shown into the editor's room ho found himself confronted with a . printc Upon tho chimney-piece was the "Pilory of Evil-Doers." statuo is large poster at the top of which was ' ad the "Pi! — - y . of Justice wielding her sword; and upon an open bookcase several boxes with the words "Secret Documents." "Family Dramas," etc., pninted upon the lids. Marsi took care to leave tho visitor alone with these sinister articles of furniture for several minutes, and when he came into the room he began to speak of the enormity of tho offense, and tho necessity of making a public example of the offender. He gradually became less indignant, and finally let his visitor understand that for this once he would not publish tho report of the case. The visitor, delighted at being thus spared the humiliation of pub licity, was only too glad to accept Marsi's proposal to subscribe to his newspaper—a matter of thirty to forty francs; tho more so as Marsi assured him that he would find in it most salutary counsels for his guidance in the future. His device was finally brought to the knowledge of the police, and a prosecution, with the result refer red to above, followed .—Paris Letter. —How a little boy, eight years old, died on Staten Island last week: He found a demijohn of applejack. Of which he drank a great deal. Then he slept. On waking he went to swim. He stayed too long in the sun, and was prostrated by the neat. On waking he made a feast of green apples amf ice water. Next morning he was dead.— N. Y. Graphic. --, • », —. man one hundred years old re cently filed a claim at the Huron (Dak.) Land-Office, and says he came West to "grow up with tho country ."—Chicago Tribune. PITH AND POINT. —Five Polish poet* have been ar rested in Europe, l'oota in this country are occasionally killed, or crowded out. —One of the charges against tobacco is that its use has a dwarfing effect. That's true. Many men get short by buying cigars.— Chicago Times. —Worcester has an "R. A. T." club, which entertains the public with plays, operettas, and the like. "Hear me giia«'-ma," ought to be a favorite air. —Lowell Courier. —Tho fellow at tho other end of the telephone wire may bo perfectly sound financially, but the man at this end should reflect, as lie listens, that his business is in the hands of a "receiver." —Pittsburgh Telegraph. —"What is true bravery?" asks a New York paper. It is going to the door yourself when you don t know whether tne caller is a dear friend, a book agent, or a man with a bill.— Philadelphia News. —When tho hired girl was asked to put an extra plate on the table she said she wasn't much of an arithmetician, but she could «'ork an example in add-dish-on like that.— Cincinnati Mer chant and Traveler. —A young correspondent complaint that "there are too many lawyers in the country." Oil, no, my boy, there • aren't too many lawyers. There aren't half enough clients, that's all.— Bur dette. —Clara Jano says that sho shall novel lie satisfied until «'omen are permitted to sue as well as to bo sued. Perhaps it would bo unkind to sny that. Clara Jane has never been sued; therefore we shall not say it.— Boston Transcript. —A Philadelphia woman was poisoned by holding a cent in her mouth while hunting street car change, and one in Chicago was similarly afflicted by hold ing a street car ticket. This causes the Detroit Free Press to ask: "Why doesn't the sex take a walk instead of riding?" —Swimming is becoming a favorite amusement with tho Now York ladies. It has long been known that the hus. bands of Now York ladies often find it difficult to keep their own heads above water, and now, perhaps, their wives will help them.— New York Graphic. —"Did you find the people indigent?" asked a clergyman of a wealthy mem ber of his cha'rcli, who had been calling on some very poor families. "Oh, dear, no," answered tho lady, "they wore respectable, but as poor as pov erty."— Yonkers Gazette. —"Why do young men remain sin glo?" asks a newspaper writer. An old philosopher once observed that if more young men were to marry, there would be fewer old bachelor* in the land, and tho more we reflect on the subject th« more it strikesjus that tho old philos opher hit the bull's-eye. Voting men remain single liecause they ' don't marry.— The Judge. SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY. —Knoxville, Tenn., is entering large ly into tho manufacturing enterprises, and among its latest induBtrios are car works. The making of sossnfras oil is now rinia. The raw root costs $1.60 foi a leading industry in many parts of Vir ginia. Th 1,000 pounds. —In tho United States, Ontario and Manitoba the increase of the lumber product this year over last is estimated at 760,000,000 feet. —Washington Territory fir is in de mand in San Francisco for car building, and a very large trade is expected to spriug up in this lumber for the East, as it can be profitably used instead of hardwood for finished work.— Chicago Times. • —Scientific engineers say that tho bridge over East River is tho last long bridge that will over be erected, and that, had enginoors known as* much in 1870 as they do now, this bridge would not have been erected. Tunnels are to lake the place of bridgos.— N. Y. Tribune. —The dredging of South Carolina rivers for phosphates is a new industry of considerable importance to the ter ritory surrounding Charleston. Borne of the crude rock is shipped to Europe, hut most of it is ground at home before it goes to market. At the present time the demand is great, and all the companies are working on full time.— Chicago Herald. —An organization has been incor porated in New York, undur the namt of the National Horse Show Association of America, with a capital of $100,000, in shares of one hundred dollars each This association will hold its first show of horses next fall, at which time it is announced liberal premiums will be of fered for all classes of horses. It is ex pected that this will be the largest and most notable exhibition of horses held in this country, and will occupy the same position here that the horse show» held at the Agricultural Hall, London do in England.— N. Y. Hun. —A company has been formed in New York, it is stated, with a capital of $4, 25«, (XX), for constructing a pneu matic tube between that city and Chiea, go for the purpose of transmitting let ters, grain samples, jewelry, and other smalL light packages. Way station« will be established at Cleveland, Buffa lo, and other points. The pipes will be of iron, four indies in circumference, and the cost of laying them is estimated at $4,000 per mile. The price for car riage will be five cents for letters and ten cents for parcels; and the boxes holding the goods will make the trip between the two points, it is believed in four hours.— N. Y. Herald.