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CHAS. G. MOREAU, Editor and Publisher.
VOL. I.
THE OLD HOUSE.
I passed to-night the old bouse standing lone
iy.
The windows closed, the rooms all dark and
drear,
The porch deserted, where, my love, together
We sat in the old sweet days with no one
near.
The autumn night wind bitterly was blowing,
The old trees on the root their branches
trailed;
The long grass In the yard was waving sadly,
The tall white pillars In tne moonlight paled.
Ah I love, like that old house, my heart Is lone
ly,
Since those glad times It has been closed and
cold,
Sweet memories now long dead are buried In
It,
Old old longings I have never told.
But here to-night, with this old house before
me, .
There comes to mo a fancy strange and
sweet:
Suppose those darksome rooms onco more
were opened,
And light and life and love again might meet.
How joyous would the old house ring with
laughter,
How gay the scene with youth and beauty
bright;
And though outside the autumn wind is sigh
ing,
The hearts within are beating gay and light.
So If to me you over should return, love,
Then you would open my drair heart again.
And with the light of your sweet presence near
me.
My life would smile, forgetting years of pain.
—Thomas L. Wood, In Detroit Free Press.
I HEN ®VE R 1
V LI u see workmen
m'Y on the tops of
high places or on the frail-looking
scaffolds often insecurely erected on
new buildings a shiver runs through
me, for it calls to mind an adventure I
once had which nearly caused my
death.
So awful is the remembrance to me
that not for all the gold irr the world
would I mount one of their long lad
ders and stand, as 1 have seen them do,
on merely the two-foot top ledge of a
lofty brick wall and gaze coolly down
on the hard pavements, a hundred or
more feet below.
As for going up in a balloon, the very
thought makes me feel faint and sends
a chill down my backbone.
I also avoid looking from the higher
windows in the immense sky-scraping
structures now rapidly filling our
cities, for the fascination 1 then have to
jump out and down is too strong to
trifle with.
Even the birds soaring, high in the
air make me feel uncomfortable, and
the circus with its trapeze performers
is barred from my list of pleasures.
All this came about because I, when
a boy, ventured a climbing feat which,
as I have said, well-nigh put an early
end to my existence.
I was, maybe, a dozen years old at
the time, as agile as a wild monkey,
and too thoughtless to know what
danger meant.
A large church was in course of erec
tion near our house, and its very tall
wooden steeple was being topped with
a huge ball surmounted with a cross.
The carpenter work was all done
and the scaffolding was left for the
painters to finish and to gild the ball
and cross.
As far as the belfrey in the steeple
the scaffolding went; then narrow
slats nailed across one of the octagon
sides formed a sort of ladder to reach
its highest point, the slats growing
smaller as they rose, until, coming to
the ball, they changed to a rude,
rounded arrangement following the
shape of the ball and under and over it
■ -to the cross.
We boys found this daily growing
church a fine play ground, and after
school used to congregate there to
watch the workmen, particularly when
they were risking their lives and look
ing no bigger than dwarfs upon the
steeple.
It was, indeed, a circus to us, and the
sight of the men way, way up on the
cross thrilled us with a queer delight.
One holiday, when the men were not
working, we were there as usual, gaz
ing upward and eagerly discussing the
matter until one of us proposed seeing
how hard or how easy it was by
climbing up ourselves.
None but boys, of course, would
think of, let alone attempt, such a
hazardous feat, and so. after a few
“dares,” up the scaffolding and long
outside ladder to the roof we started, I
leading the rest.
We all safely gained the edge of the
sloping roof and sat there awhile to re
connoitre. The steeple didn’t look so
high as from the street, and there was
a ladder lying on the roof to where the
tower began.
On that we crawled one after an
other and then stopped again to get
our breath before the next mount.
Some of the lads now began to be a
little scared at the prospect before
them, and in spite of the more daring
ones’ ridicule and loud assertions that
we wouldn’t fall they wisely concluded
go no further for the present and |
then carefully picked their way back
to the roofs edge and thence ’down to
the street, from where they stood in a
group watching with frightened faces
the four of us who remained.
Getting up to the lop of the shaky
single plank scaffolding at the steeple’s
base was an easy matter, and when
wc got there we waved our hats and
gayly shouted to our comrades below
and laughed at their replies for us to
come down.
While doing that a piece of board
knocked off by our feet fell to the
roof, and, sliding fast and faster to
the edge, bounded off and struck the
pavement with such force that it splin
tered.
This caused two more of ray com
panions to weaken, and without say
ing a word they, after slipping once or
twice in their anxiety to reach solid
ground, managed to climb down and
join the group on the street, which had
been increased by passing people stop
ping to watch our proceedings.
Filled with the foolish bravado of
showing off to the audience below, I
led the ascent up the steeple.
The slats, nailed there for men to
climb on, were pretty far apart for lit
tle boys’ legs, and we, too, soon found
the task not so easy as it looked. But
impelled by the desire for admiration
and thinking what a hero I would be
when the feat was accomplished I kept
on and upward until, after the hardest
of efforts, I found myself on the top
most slat just underneath the sloping
outward ball.
There I clung to rest and see how far
my companion had got
To my surprise he, too, had shown
the white feather and left me, and I
saw him just disappearing over the
the roof’s edge.
Instead of his desertion making me
frightened it served to rouse my de
termination to go still higher, and
without looking down again, for it was
setting me dizzy, I started to surmount
the ball and reach the cross above it
Climbing inside the rounding ladder,
then crawling between the slats and
climbing outside, but never looking
down while I did it, I pulled myself up
slowly and with much difficulty until,
to my delight, I sat on the great ball
with my little legs on either side of the
huge cross, clinging to it tightly with
one arm and waving my hat with the
other to the spell-bound crowd in the
street below—looking no bigger than
ants.
For some minutes I enjoyed my tri
umph, and gazed around at the mag
nificent view without a thought of
danger.
To show off a little more I fired my
cap at my startled audience, and
Ivatched it, borne on the wind, descend
till it struck the ground.
Then I thought it was time for me to
follow.
Clutching the ladder slats I com
menced, but getting to the edge of the
ball, I discovered the well-known fact
that it is a great deal easier to climb up
than to get down. 1 was utterly stuck.
I made several attempts to get under or
over, but I didn’t know how or where
to place my feet. Each time I felt for
a resting spot I found none to stand
on, and after several hair-breadth es
capes from slipping and falling, which
brought a cold sweat all over me, had
to give up and crawl back to my seat,
and {here, twisting my legs and arms
around the cross, hung on.
I then fully realized my awful peril
and became terribly frightened.
1 felt wcg,k and sick. My head began
to swim and grow so dizzy that things
turned black to my eyes. I heard from
** B
below shouts of encouragement and
murmurs of despair, and above all I
heard a scream which I recognized as
my mother’s voice.
But I shut my eyes and hung' to the
cross, expecting each instant to lose
my hold and dash on the stones hun
dreds of feet down. At last, completely
overcome with fear and. terror, my
strength left me, my arms loosened
their grip and I knew I was fainting
and in a moment must perish.
Just then a strong voice sounded close
to me and a man’s head showed itself
above the side of the ball where the
ladder was. “Hang on, you little rat,”
it said, “or I’ll whip you to an Inch of
your life.” The angry tone scared me
so that, forgetting ray danger and even
where I was, I hung on like a good
fellow.
More afraid of the punishment than
of falling, I let mv rescuer fasten a
rope under my arms, and, meekly obey
ing his stern command, allowed him to
lift and lower me to another man on the
slat ladder beneath the ball and then
be helped down the steeple slats and
the seaffolijs and the roof to the street.
BAY ST. LOUIS, MISS., SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1892.
There, after my distracted mother had
embraced me, I got from my father
the soundest thrashing I knew before
or since.
I deserved all and more than I got,
but as a preventive for future climbing
exploits it was entirely unnecessary.
The remembrance of my terror on the
steeple top keeps me forever on the safe
and solid ground.
And the memory is ever refreshed by
horrid nightmares, in which I have the
terrible sensation of falling from high
places, but, luckily, I waken just before
1 strike the heap of sharp, hard stones
waiting to crush me.—H. C. Dodge, in
Goodall’s Sun.
INDIAN GRAVES.
Hellos of a Curlou* Indian Burying Ground
on the Fauiflc Shore.
the curious things of this
coast is a strange Indian graveyard
near Sequim bay, about a mile from
Port Williams, where the remains of
fully five hundred children of the for
est have been left to the mercy of the
worms and the buzzards. The great
number of bleaching bones scattered
around over several would indi
cate the presence of a slaughter pen
were it not for the fact that they are
bones of human beings. And human
skulls in great numbers arc strewn
over the surface of the old burying
ground, presenting anything but a
pleasant spectacle.
The graveyard is on a sandspit on the
bench, and the waves washing the
shores have swept the loose sand away,
leaving the bones, skeletons and bodies
exposed to view. Some of the bodies
were buried in baskets, some in boxes
and some were wrapped in blankets
and laid to rest in the hollow of several
old decaying stumps. Others were
buried beneath the massive roots of
the tall evergreens that grow on the
beach. A number of little houses
about the size of chicken coops were
erected to mark the last resting places
of the chiefs and great men of the
tribes. The bodies of the chiefs were
carefully -tied in baskets with ropes
and strands and placed in these littlo
houses or shaks and left to wither and
decay.
Among the curious skeletons found
was one of a dwarf only thirty inches
long, with a skull eighteen inches
through. There were other dwarfs
among the dead, but none so short as
this man with a head large enough for
a giant.
This old graveyard, which presented
such a strange but horrible appearance,
was found by F. 11. Colvin, a local pho
tographer, who hurried out there with
his camera and photographed the
ghastly scene. This graveyard doubt
less has great historical interest, but
none of the old settlers who have been
questioned on the subject can give an
account of it or had ever heard of it
before. • Perhaps the waves that wash
the beach there have brought to light
some historical relics of great impor
tance to those interested in the customs
and habits of some of the Indian tribes
of the Pacific coast—Port Townsend
Leader.
Will Recover.
Over the doomed suburbs of the great
city swept the cyclone, scattering
death and destruction in its path.
Broken timbers, loose shingles, frag
ments of treetops and all the horrible
wreckage that hurtles madly through
the air when the storm demon flings
his giant arms aloft streaked the inky
sky.
In the ruins of a stately mansion, lo
cated on what had once been the fair
est residence street of the suburb,
lay a man yet in the prime of life,
breathing but unconscious. He was
lying on a mattress. His hands were
grasping firmly the sides of it as if ho
had mechanically tried to save himself
by bringing the mattress together over
his body when the dreadful shock
came.
In this position he was found.
Friends leaned over him.
“He breathes,” they said. “He is still
alive!”
They lifted him gently. He opened
his lips and something like a groan
came from them.
Then he moved uneasily, and in a
strong voice he said:
“I’ll bet a thousand dollars to a cent
we’ve run into another thundering old
milk train!”—Chicago Tribune.
He Wag Off.
There was an oldish couple sitting on
a bench at the bridge jjpiers, when the
man suddenly caught slight of a police
man coming up the promenade, and he
rose and walked down to meet him.
"Does this bridge connect Now York
and Washington?” he asked.
“Of course not,” replied the officer.
“Is that Brooklyn over there?”
“Yes, sir.”
The old man went down into a coat
tail pocket and fished up a very long
and a very black-looking cigar and
held it out.
“What’s this for?” asked the officer.
“Sh! Don’t talk so loud! It’s for
you. 1 want you to dome a favor.”
“Well?”
“I told the old woman that the bridge
connected New York and Washington.
She sorter doubted it. If she asks you
tell her the same thing.”
“But you are way off.”
“1 know it, but I’m not so allfired
way off as Lwill be if she finds out
she’s right and I’m wrong! Why, she’ll
want to keep right on living for two
hundred years more in order to twit me
of it about ten times a day!”—N. Y.
World
“FEAnijESS IM AT.t. THINGS.”
RELIGIOUS AND EDUCATIONAL.
—Rome has twenty-five Protestant
churches. •
—David Dudley Field and Rev. Jere
miah Porter, Wesleyan ’25, are the old
est graduates.
—The annual pay-roll of the officers,
professors and employes of the Univer
sity of Michigan amounts to nearly
5160.000.
—No one has ever had a foretaste of
Heaven who has not done something
unselfish to make somebody happy. —
Ham's Horn.
—The American Bible society holds
in trust the sum of 5373,700,50. The in
come is to be used for general benevo
lent and missionary purposes.
—The London School of Medicine of
Women attracts students not only from
India, but from European countries,
where women have fewer facilities for
the study of medicine.
—The sinner may say there is no God,
yet he is the messenger of an avenging
God, for in every throb of his sin
burthened conscience he hears the
small, still voice, “There is a God."—
Pittsburgh Catholic.
—When a man is suffering from a
contagious disease, even his friends are
reluctant to come near him. \Vhy are
men not afraid of sin, which is more
contagious and deadly than small-pox
or fever?—United Presbyterian.
—There are schools for teaching
watch making at Geneva, Neuchatel,
La Chaux des Fonds, Locie, Bienne, St
Imier and Porrentruy. In the last six
years the number of watches exported
from Switzerland has increased from
2,734,23-1 in 188l> to 4,431,301 last year.
—The oldest man in the Y'ale fresh
man class is 20 years 5 months old, and
the youngest 15 years 9 months. The
average age is 10. The heaviest man
weighs 100 pounds, the lightest 101, av
erage, 136. The tallest man is 6ft 3}4
in., the shortest, 5 ft IJ£ In., average,
5 ft 8 in,
—The statistics of the British house
of commons show that the annual rev
enue of the church of England from
ancient endowments amounts to 5528,-
487,785. The gospel is so free that the
people do not care much about it. It
requires self-sacrifice to finish up the
Christian graces.—lnterior.
—Advices have been received from
Gefle, Sweden, by Mrs. Mary H. Hunt,
under date of November 11, that the
parliament of that country has just
passed a temperance education law that
in all the public schools of Sweden in
struction shall be given regarding the
nature and effects of alcohol.
—The hulk of the estate of Mrs.
Elizabeth S. Newton, who was killed
on board the steamship Saale, while en
route to Europe, in June, and which is
valued at $2,000,000, goes by her will
to the Domestic and Foreign Mission
ary society of the Protestant Episcopal
church for its sole use forever.
WIT AND WISDOM.
—The man who goes to church with
squeaky shoes goes to the right place.
Ills sole needs attention.—Yonkers
Statesman.
—People who can patiently bear all
their small trials will never break
down under their great ones.—Chris
tian Neighbor.
—“Honesty may sometimes stand for
policy,” remarked Uncle Absalom, “but
‘policy’ doan’ stan’ foh honesty by er
long shot.”—Washington Star.
—The man who goes into the bee
culture business may not be naturally
energetic, but he is bound to keep
things humming.—Baltimore Amer
ican.
—Nothing is more disheartening to a
man than the discovery that ho has
married a woman who loves to keep
his writing-table in order.—Elmira
(lazGtte.
—Mr. Dudelet —I have great talent,
Miss Caustic, and could do wonderful
things if 1 only had a mind to. Miss
Caustic—Yes; you only lack the mind.
—Comic.
—Baulso—How did you manage to
get through that crowd? I had to wait
for half an hour. Cumso—l was smok
ing that cigar you gave me.—Life’s
Calendar.
—Turn about is fair play; but there
are people who will rob Peter to pay
Paul, and when they have done the
robbing they go and bilk Paul—N. O.
. Picayune.
“As Shakspeare says,” remarked
De Kique, “all the world’s a stage, and
nearly every man on it thinks he could
do better than any of the stars if he had
the chance.”—Washington Star.
—Saidso— “When Joblots made his
debut as a star the audience went
wild; the encore was terrific.” Herdso
“ln which scene was it?” “The one
in which he w'as beheaded.”—N. Y.
Herald.
—“Hello, old man, have any luck shoot
ing?” “I should say I did! Shot seven
teen ducks in one day.” “Were they
wild?” .“Well—no—not exactly; but
the farmer who owned them was.”—
Harper’s Bazar.
—He's All Right.—Closefist—You tell
rtie that you never smolte, gamble or
drink? Clarklets—Yes, sir. Closefist—
I shouldn’t want my daughter to marry
a perfect man, but I guess you will do;
you seem to be quite an accomplished
liar.—N. Y. Truth.
—The evil at the present ddy is, not
that men assign too much value to life,
but the reverse. Life has fallen in esti
mation, because, as at all periods of
crisis and disorganization, the chain is
broken which in all forms of belief at
taches it through humanity to Heaven.
—Mazzini,
IN THE ELECTRICAL WORLD,
—Recent delicate experiments with
kites show that the amount of elec
tricity in the air is proportional to the
height above the earth’s surface. A
galvanometer placed in the circuit
showed at once the changes in eleva
tion, or whether the kite was rising or
falling.
—Many valuable high mountain
mines, which could not be worked
profitably owing to the expense of
transporting fuel to the engines, are
now being operated,by electric motors,
whose power is furnished by another
motor in the valleys which uses water
power.
—An electric system of heating rail
way cars, used on French lines, pro
vides for the use of lead gratings of
high resistance, through which a cur
rent from a dynamo is passed The re
sulting heat is transmitted to radiating
coverings with which the lead gratings
are provided, and is thence diffused
through the car.
—An electric corporation in Oregon,
where coal is dear, has had recourse to
sawdust and sawmill refuse for use
under its steam boilers, and so success
ful has the experiment proved that not
only is light and power furnished as
demanded, but arrangements have been
made to supply power for the opera
tion of two street car lines.
—The longest electric railway in the
world is to be constructed in Russia.
The very audacious project is being
considered of constructing a line from
St. Petersburg to Arkangel, a port of
the White Sea, a distance of more than
BJO kilometers (498 miles). The elec
tric current is to he furnished by a se
nes of generating stations, distributed
along the line.—Paris La Nature.
—The electric railway from Worces
ter to Spencer, Mass., is said to have al
ready proved itself a financial success.
It is operated by the Worcester, Leices
ter & Spencer Street Railway Cos., and
was opened for travel as far as Leices
ter, August 18, and to Spencer two
weeks later. In the first 30 days over
97,000 passengers were carried, and in
two months from the date of opening
the number had run up to over 200,000.
—An electrical exhibition is to be
hold at St. Petersburg, Russia, which
will be opened the middle of December,
and will close March 15, 1892. The ex
hibition buildings will be located in the
center of the city. For the first time in
the history of Russia foreign firms have
been granted the imperial permission
to exhibit The principal object of the
exhibition is said to be to enable the
Russian government to choose the best
system, with the view to the inaugur
ation of comprehensive electric light
ing scheme s in the principal towns of
Russia.
—Ploughing by dynamite is the new
est thing in agriculture at the south.
The dynamite is put into holes two or
three feet deep and five feet apart,
making 1,000 to the acre, and the whole
are connected with a wire leading to an
electric battery. When these are ex
ploded by the electric current the
ground is lifted in many places two or
three feet, and the soil to the depth of
-30 inches is thoroughly loosened, as
well as between the holes. This
method is said to bo more effective than
the usual method of trenching, and to
allow of a greater absorption of moist
ure, which is so essential for sustaining
vegetation during a drought.
—One of the important recent inven
tions in connection with electric street
railways is the Shaw radial truck, by
the mechanism of which the deflection
of the forward truck from a straight
line—that is, on a curve, is communi
cated inversely to the rear truck, caus
ing the latter to assume a position on
the line of the curve, be the radius
what it may. This is effected by a
simple, yet ingenious mechanism, con
sisting of two parallel bars attached at
one end to the forward truck, and at
the other to a vibrating lever central
between the trucks, the latter being
again attached to the rear truck by two
diagonal bars which cross each other.
This is an important invention, for,
while it will save most of the wear and
tear of rails and machinery in round
ing curves, it will also call for much
less power to effect that object
Ties of Shot Silk.
Among the trifles of the toilet are the
new Terry ties made of shot silk.
They are about eight inches wide and
are sold in every shade and combina
tion of two colors. They are intended
to tie smartly under the chin in a full
soft bow with short ends. A tie of this
sort eminently brightens the somber
tone of out-of-door coats, and if well
chosen the bit of color improves the
wearer's complexion. The silk takes
little room beneath the collar, but the
bow when tied looks sufficiently im
portant, and is a slight protection also,
lly this means the dull look character
istic, for instance, of a black cloth coat
buttoned to the chin can be considera
bly enlivened. Sometimes a bright
corresponding scarf is carried around
the hat, with smart upstanding bows,
and quill feathers thrust in at the side.
—Chicago Press.
Knslly Overlooked.
Big Boy—Why don’t you thrash that
insulting bully? He says you are
chicken-hearted.
Small Boy—That’s all right. He
means I’m a game cock.—Good News.
Pardonable Krcitoment.
“Well, congratulate me, old fellow.
I’m a father!’’
“Good! Boy or girl?”
“By .love! So excited I forgot to
aslf,”—Puck,
TERMS: SI.OO Per Annum in Advance.
TIGHTS AND STOCKINGS,
The Newest Wrinkles in Fastenings and
Garters—How a Girl Shops.
Every one knows that garters have
gone out, and girdles have come in; but
did any stop to trace the analogy be*
tween the decadence of the one and the
popularity of the other? It is the wear
ing of tights, of course, that brings the
garter into desuetude; that is, that re
duces the number of garters worn by
one-half. If you see a swagger girl
with a gold ribbon one inch in width
clasped around her waist, you may
wager your bank account that she has
its mate clasped around her leg, just
below the knee. < What for? Oh, just
for the quaint conceit of the thing.
It is amusing to watch the pretty
girls shopping for tights. With the per
versity of things mundane, the hose
counters are presided over by men,
and it is very embarrassing to have
them think you are a skirt dancer or
a ballet favorite. And so the pretty
girl gets the tights on an order from the
country, or for a friqnd, or her mother
or grandmother even. Then she hustles
home and puts them on her own
slender extremities, throws away her
garters and harness of elastic straps,
and in half an hour realizes that she
has never really lived before. The
lines of anxiety smooth out of her fair
brow, the shadows of care soften from
her eyes. She knows her stockings
won’t come down, and battle, murder,
and sudden death lose their terrors for
her.
One of the most remarkable things
about a woman is the way she man
ages from little girlhood up to keep one
corner of her mind clear and devoted to
her stockings in the midst of most dis
tressing grief and anxiety. Asa child,
no matter how much she wants to beat
her brother in the race, she has to stop
if her stockings come down. Asa wom
an, she may, in the stress of her woe,
let her hairpins fall out, she may forget
to eat or sleep, but she never relaxes
the vigilance over her stockings. The
amount of nerve force consumed in a
lifetime of this ccinstant, strict surveil
ance is enormous. Now that the tyranny
of the garter is ended it is little wonder
that our girls are growing taller and
that our women are stepping up bravely
into the world’s high places and win
ning laurels in fame’s groat temple.—
N. Y. Sun.
THE TOOTH BRUSH.
A Plea for Proper Cleaning of the Mouth
After Alenin.
It is only within the last five years
that the study of the bacteria micro-or
ganisms of the human mouth has been
zealously pursued by the various in
vestigators, and much has been accom
plished toward bringing to light the
causes of various affections of the
mouth and its associate parts. Prof.
Muller, of Berlin, has repeatedly said
that the human mouth was the abode
of numerous microscopic organisms.
But it is only recently that the more
exact methods of bacteriological in
vestigations have coma into use and the
definite knowledge acquired as to their
form and manner of life.
There is no part of the human body
which furnishes a better spot for culti
vating bacteria than the mouth and
teeth. Up to the present time re
searches have made known to us
nineteen different pathogenic micro
organisms which inhabit the mouth.
Many of these organisms are non-path
ogenic—that means that they do not
produce any definite disease—but many
did in the development of certain dis
eases of which up the present time
nothing is known.
These organisms of the non-patho
genic kind live and propagate upon the
various organic substances in the secre
tions of the mouth and upon the parti
cles of food which have been allowed to
remain between the teeth after meals.
These last organisms act dcleteriously
on the teeth only. They have also the
chemical power of changing the secre
tion of the mouth into certain acids
and ferments. Only shortly the ex
perimentations have shown that decay
is brought about by acids formed
through the agency of the organisms
present. Chiefly it is lactic acid.—St.
Louis Republic.
Coal DiiHt.
“How do you manage to have your
coal put into the cellar without getting
everything all over coal dust?” asked a
young matron. •
“Easily enough,” said her friend. “I
refuse to have the coal put in unless it
has been thoroughly wot jln places
where there are hydrants this is a very
easy matter and one that the truckman
frequently attends to without orders,
where there is no running water a few
pailfuls from the well or cistern will
save all trouble. In very cold weather
this is scarcely practicable as the water
freezes as soon as it touches the coal.
In such a case I insist in having the
coal screened repeatedly and put in with
a great deal of care. The long chutes
that dealers use to conduct the coal into
the bins can be so arranged the coal
does not fall any great distance, thus
breaking off little particles and grind
ing them to dust. There are few more
annoying things than to find one’s en
tire cellar covered with a coating of
black powder, and every careful dealer
will see to it that his customers are
spared the trouble mf cleaning the cel
lar every time coal is put in.”—N. Y.
Ledger.
—Second—Here, count, are you a
coward? Why do you run away?
Count--! am no cowar-r-rd. But my
adversary, he is apoplectique, and if he
follow me, he dies! Ha, ha!—Harper’s
Bazar.
NO. 4.

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