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Pabliohad itary Saturday it Bay St Lioaia, Min. 11., 1 ... - 'il'l-JB It way have been only a coinci dence, but it was just about the time ihe Czar sent that little present of 10,00) rillos to Herrin that Abdul Hamid concluded ho had no present use for Thessaly, Out of every 100 farms in New Jer sey, about sixty-eight are cultivated by their owners aud of these thirty &ve were owned free of debt in 1800 nd thirty-three are owned with mortgages. It is believed that most lif the other thirty-two per cent.— (arms that are occupied by tenants— kre held by their owners free of debt, the rate of interest is comparatively low and the average amount of each mortgage on farms is small compared to their value. Henator-eleot Money, of Mississippi, Who has taken a deep interest in the cause of Cuba, said that in the death of Canovas Cuba had lost one of its bitterest enemies. Ho said that be fore Campos resigned he reported to Canovas that there were but two alternatives in dealing with Cuba, which were that the demands of Cuba must be granted or the Cubans would have to be exterminated, Mr. Money said that Canovas expressed himself in favor of a policy of extermination, and that Campos positively declined to be a party to such a heartless policy. The result was that Campos was re called and Weyler was substituted in his place as Governor General of Cuba. The Attorney-General of Massaohu- Seits has rendered an opinion that the now law intended to prohibit the wear ing of the feathers or bodies of birds for personal adornment does not apply to birds taken or killed elsewhere than in the Hay State. "In other words,” adds the New York Mail and ‘it'fsr a prohibitory law that (ails to prohibit, while proVenling bird •laughter—and especially the slaugh ter of song birds—-for millinery pur poses within the borders of that com monwealth. Birds are migratory beings, and the Massachusetts bird of 10-day may bo the New York, Rhode Island or Connecticut bird of to-mor fow. The new law will never be worth much until it prohibits importa tion and sale from other States. The Atlanta Journal says; Spain may have soon regretted the sale of Florida, and France the sale of the •plendid empire known in history as "Louisiana,” but Russia surely did not expect to regret the sale to this Country of half-frozen Alaska. She told it for 87,200,000. At the time it R-as thought that Russia had the best end of tho bargain, although she claimed she parted with Alaska be cause of her friendship for this coun try, and her belief that we should con trol American territory. The land thus sold was held by right of dis covery, It was first seen by Captain Bering (without the b), a Dane, em ployed by Peter the Great. This was In 1741, and Russia held it until its transfer to us in 1867. Ever since thal time it has attracted attention. I( lias been a rendezvous of prospectors. Its seal herds became a source ol wealth. Coal was soon found. Valu able timber, in the southwestern dis tricts, was located, followed by discov eries of silver and gold, and oven ol petroleum—the unkindliest cut of all, for Russia is very of her gush ing petroleum wells;" Alaska is indeptr of mineral deposits. tbs Klondike district is over tho line; bul the prospecting that Alaska will soon be subjected to, will doubtless lead to the finding of rich additional plaeora within the boundary meridian. Next season it is not at all improbable that a single vessel will bring to Seattle oi Ban Francisco as much gold as Sec retary Seward bargained to pay for all Alaska. We bought wealth locked h by frosts, and American skill, endur ance and courage—working perhaps under a cabin that serves at the same time as dining room and bedroom— have broken nature’s looks and brought to the use of mankind the wealth that has been accumulating ever sines (Uaska became dry land. To Have Your Hoot*. Anew wrinkle may be learned from n English soldier who was noted for keeping his boots in better condition and making them last longer than any of his brother officers. When asked what be did to them to prevent the leather from cracking and keeping it soft and smooth, his reply was, “Mut ton bone.” When an explanation was demanded he said: “It is nothing, 1 assure you. My man asks the cook for a knuckle bone, which he cleans and then bakes. After rubbing tha leather with cream, he then frotles them as hard as he can with the bone. Usually my boots last me three years. Turned the Cow Around, "When the good ship Queen was weighing anchor for Alaska from Seat tle a few days ago a man rushed down to the purser and exolaimed excitedly: ‘Look here, I paid for a stateroom for myself and wife, and when I got there I found an old cow sticking her bead through the window.” “I am very sorry, sir, ’ said the purser; “we ore very crowded, but I will do the best I cau for you. .John (turning to a deck hand), go up on deck and turn that oow around!" THE KLONDIKER. O >KI In my haversack. Gobi HeM In the belt at my girth; Nuggets which I have cajoled Out ot the maw of the earth. Q >lil in the misshapen bags Made of my sleeves with a rude Skill. There Is wealth lu my rags, Ay, and I’m dyiug for food. Gold like the soil of the land, Gold that is free ns the dirt; Gold in my trouser legs and Gold in the furl of uiy shirt. Who Is there wealthy as X? Who has equivalent cash? Heavens, I wish It could buy Llverwurst, pig’s feet and hash. Gold in my hat and my soeka— ( What there is left of the same.) Little irregular rocks, Hoot of nil evil and shame: G ild lu my handkerchief; gold Packed In my underwear logs— G el! How I’d like to enfold Ti.ree stacks of wheat and some eggs! Well, let me die if I must, Chllblulned and famished and cold; Let mo sluk hero with my dust, Ay, and my nuggets of gold. Death, ghastly death, come to me, Wealthiest man among men, Come with sweet dreams. Let me see Merry old Clark street again. Lot me look down its long lines (Here from my deathbed of ice.) Glaring with red-painted signs Telling of food and Us price. Bring me the uproar and push, Hhow mo those supper-hour scenes. I'lutus am I, but I wish Gold could bo eaten like beans. —Chicago Record. % V • t A Post-Adolescent Elopement i f BY SAU.IB r. TOI.ER, § • Mrs. Jeptha Qnilter hail gone to Ihe door several times and looked out in a dissatisfied way at two people, a luan and a woman, talking across the front fence. The two people were her husband’s mother and Mr. Matthew Haydon, a neighbor, and a widower of sixty. Mrs. Jeptha scowled in disgust ns she watched her mother-in-law smile, cast her eyes modestly down, then stoop to break a nasturtium, which she proffered to the elderly gentleman with a gesture truly youthful. “For the land’s sake, Jeptha,” said the younger Mrs. Qnilter to her hus band, who sat in the back door, rest ing after his forenoon’s work on the cultivator, “1 wish you’d just come here and look at your mother. I declare I’m plum ashamed to see such carryin’ on. A woman o’ her age.” “What are ye a-watchin’ ’em for, then?” inquired Jeptha, with reason, "Jeptha Quilter, if you ain’t got any more spunk nor pride than to see yonr mother standin’ out in the front yard, where everybody can see her Hirtin’ and sparkin’ with old Mr. Hay don, you ought to bo ashamed.” “Well, what ran I do? You don’t expect me to go out and order nfbther in, and order old man Haydon off, a man I’ve knowed all my life, back in Illiuoy?” “I want to know, Jeptha Quilter, if you are willin’ (o let your mother marry agin, and like as ‘not turn us out of this place, bag and baggage?” “1 dunno as I’ve got the ‘lettinV Mother is old enough to be her own boss; of course, I’d ruther she wouldn’t marry, an’ I don’t believe she’s got any notion of it.” “You’re just ns blind as—as—well, ns a man. I reckon I know when a woman’s got marry in her head. This coquettin’ ’s been goin’ on fer two months,an’ Isuy your mother is as full ot airs and prinkin’ ns a sixteen-year old girl. It’s just plum disgustin’ aud ought to be stopped.” “How are ye goin’ to stop it? Both of ’em are of age.” “You give me leave, and I lay I’ll stop it. If you’ll promise not to say a word, whatever I do.” “Well, I dunno,” began depths, doubtfully. "I w’on't have mother harried.” “I'll not do a thing to harry her; you leave it to me, and I’ll just put a flea in old man Haydon’s ear.” Outside, Mrs. Mary Quilter stood looking across the fence and smiling in the face of her eldefly admirer, who was praising heptiasturtiums, and expressing au intafise interest in the way they clambered up the palings. “My ’stKfrlions never would do that a-waj' afothing I could do for ’em. TJwty jest persist in layin’ down like Ws they hadn’t the heart to hold their heads up in this Kansas wind ; but raebbe it's on account o’ him that planted ’em.” "Now, Mr. Haydon, do you mean to say that you ain’t got heart enough to hold your bead up?” “You know mighty well what'ud put spent enough in me for anything,” said the man, significantly. Mrs. Quilter blushed like a girl. Her peachy cheek had yet the color, if not the contour of youth, and her hair which shone as she stood bareheaded in the sun, had not a gray thread. Yet she was fifty-Uvo. “I know,” she said, softly, “but it does seem foolish for two old people like us to be talkin’ about marryin’; besides, I know Jeptha and his wife would be mortal opposed to anything of the kind. Though I will say, that a person who has lost her companion is a lonesome person, I don’t care how many child'en she’s got.” “That’s jest it. The heart don’t never grow old—you know that. It may not, so to speak, bound so tumul tuous as when we’s younger, but it keeps up a steady throbbin’ that is comfortabler in the long run. An’ what’s our chilleu got to do with it? They are grown an’ married an’ took up with the cares of their own families, an’ us two jest left out in the cold, so to speak.” “I don’t believe I could ever stand the fuss and disagreeableness that Jeptha's wife would make for me if I was to mention such a thing. Maria’s a good woman, but tryin’ at times. I never was no hand to jaw back, nor hold my own, even.” “1 tell you what let’s do—let’s elope. By gum, thal’s.the very idee! We’ll get married, an’ not say a word until it’s done, then they can’t help their selves.” , “Mr. Haydon, I’m plum ashamed of ye!” The old man, with a chuckle of de light, drew nearer the fence,and sunk the remainder of his pleadings to a whisper, which was intended for the widow's ears alone. When Mrs, Ma y Qu 1 <r v.eut into tL bouse, ehe carried a handful ol jrtsp nasturtium leave* with a few of the brilliant blooms, and placed them with artistic carelessness about a plate of cabbage salad. Mrs. deptha looked on with a snort. “Humph! Bokays always seem out o’ place with vittles. ” Then wishing to appear in a pleas ant humor, she added; “1 ’spos, though, 'stnrtiums might be called vittles, they’re good to taste.” As they sat at dinner, she said blandly: “Mother Qnilter, me and Jeptba’s been a-talkiu' it over, an’ we’ve con cluded that you ought to go on a visit to your sister in Illiuoy. She’s been a-wantin’ you to come forever so long, an’ .Teptha says he’s made the price of your trip over aud above in that corn trade with the elevator last week, an’ you can have it if you want to go ; though I won't say but I need some new things myself. Still ” "Why, Maria,"began ,Teptha, but a kick under the table made him finish his protest in a cough aud strangle over his soup. Mrs. Mary had flashed a startled look at hey daughter-in-law, but she said quietly: “Why, yes; I would like to go, but I didn’t 'low I ought to spend the money just now, though I s’pose some of it might be cornin' to me as rent from the place.” “Well, as to rent,” retorted Mrs. Jeptha sharply, “the Lord knows it ain’t worth much, an’ countin’ board an’ everything. But I know yon want to go, an’ now would be a good time.” The younger woman was surprised at her mother-in-law’s ready consent; she had expected some slight opposi tion. "I’ll start Wednesday, on the noon train, Maria.” “Why don’t yon go on the night train, then you won’t have to lay over in Kansas City?” “No," answered Mrs. Qnilter, with an unusual obstinacy, “I’d ruther go in the afternoon,” The followingday Mrs. Jeptha found it convenient to be loitering at the nasturtium beds as Mr. Matthew Hay don strolled by, and after a few com mon-places, she remarked carelessly; “I s’pose yon knew Mother Qnilter is goin’ back to Illinoy on a visit? Ye didn’t? Now, I s'pored she had told you. Well, I s’pose she’s kind o’ bashful. I tell her ’tain’t nothin,’ but you see folks have plugged her so much about you, that she’s got plum disgusted, an’ says she’ll put a stop to it. She ’lows it makes her ashamed to have folks mnkiu’ remarks about her at her age. Yes, she is goin’ to start tomorrow afternoon. 'Tis redic’- lous, ain’t it, that some folks is such busybodies that old friends an’ neigh bors can’t pass a friendly word with out anything bein’ thought of it? This town just beats all the places I ever see for gossip. An’Mother Qnilter says she wouldn’t marry the best- man et ever lived, lessen ever’ hair of his head was strung with gold, an’ you know yourn ain’t, Mr. Haydon. Though I will say that Mother Quilter is ruther graspin’ to talk that n-way.” Wednesday afternoon Jeptha Qnilter and his wife saw their mother safely off on the train. When the noon passenger stopped at the first station out, Mr. Matthew Haydon, wearing a bran now suit and a cerulean necktie, ond carrying anew valise, got on board. His freshly-shaven face shone with scented soap and delight. “It that wasn’t done the slickest ever seen,” he said, ns he sat down by Mrs. Qnilter and took her hand boldly in bis. “They act’illy helped us off, and paid the bride's fare by gum,” ho chuckled. “Now we got two hours to wait at Kansas City, we’ll go up-town an’ got the license an’ get married there, an' go on to Illinoy nu’ pay your sister a visit for our weddiu’ tower.” All went well with the eldery Loch invar,and when the Chicago and Alton pulled out of Kansas City that night it carried Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Hay -fion, bound as tightly in tho bonds "of matrimony ns the Slate of Missouri could tie them. Now this story might end here, were it not for complies'ions which grew out of a weakness of Mr. Ilay don’s, which years bad not been able to cure. He possessed as much in quisitive curiosity as a woman ; and when, about eleven o’clock, the train came to a stop and ho heard threaten ing voices, and then a pistol shot or two, he could not refrain trying to find out what it was all about. The matter really was, that the train had been held up by train robbers in one of those historic “cuts,” famous for so many similar adventures. When Mr. Matthew Haydon,clad only in bis shirt and trousers, stepped off on the ground, someone promptly smote him over the head and laid him senseless on the damp earth. The train was miles away, and the robbers dispersed with their booty, when he recovered consciousness. 11 terly he lamented his curiosity, ns he darted out to find some place of shelter. About a mile distant he saw a light twinkling through tho dark ness, and made his way in that direc tion the best be was able. It proved to be the small railway station at Blue Creek, and the night ■ operator, who had heard nothing of the robbery and hold-up, was rather startled when an elderly party, wearing neither shoes nor hat, burst in upon him at such a late hour. Mr. Haydon’s gray hair stood up with mud and fright; a large b imp, not down in the phrenological chart, glistened over his left eye. “Who in the Ham Hill ” began the telegraph operator. Now ail old man is more sensitive to ridicule,especially concerning matters of the heart, than a* young man; so that when Mr. Haydon was questioue 1 instead of telling the straight truth, he trie 1 to hide the fact that his un lu< ky curiosity had separated him from his ijiide. He said; “I don’t know how in the world it happened, unless I jest walked in my sleep, and I hain’t done seek a thing seuce I was a boy’t I know of. But I was a passenger on that Chicago and Alton train, and didn’t know I was out of it until a half hour ago, when I come to, a-sittin’ by the side of the track an’ my bead a-feeliu’ fit to bust, an’ I knowed I was left and see your light. Say, mister, ain’t there some way to tclegraft to that train an' stop it? I've got a—a—friend on board who will feel powerful oueasy. ” “OL, that will be easy enough! We cn *end a telegram to Slater—tha passenger reaches there at twelve thirty—and yon can have yonr friend wait for you, or at least satisfy hia mind. What’s your friend’s name?’* he asked, turning to prepare a blank. Alasl our hero was past that adoles cent period of versatility in the art of equivocation. The old man had until now lived a life as straight as a string, and he found the tangled web of the prevaricator more complicated than he would have believed. He did not wish give the name of his wife, nor did he wish to run the risk in any way of the accident being found out at all by his friends at home. Ho did the clumsiest thing that he could have done. He went on lying in the inex pert way he had begun. ‘‘As shore ns you dazed I can’t remember our names,” bo said. “Whatl” exclaimed the night opera tor, in growing suspicion. “How in Halifax am Ito send a telegram, un less I know who to send it to?” “Can't you jest telegraft to the con ductor, ‘the lost is found,’ er some thing of that kind? He’ll know it means me.” The opera'or looked at hia visitor a few moments with well defined suspicion in his glance,then carefully edging his way back of the little counter to his instrument, he nerv ously ticked off: ‘‘Station Agent at M—Send somebody down here at once. Crazy man off at No 4." The answer came at once: "Ed and Jerry on the yard engine In ten minutes.’’ M was six miles away. “Now, ’’said the operator,soothingly, “can’t yon remember yonr friend’s name?” He would endeavor at least to keep the suspected lunatic’s mind occupied. “No, I can’t,” said Mr. Haydon, snappishly. “But jest send the tele graft, will ye, I’ll pay the expense. No, I can't either, for I’ve left my pocketbook—Lord, Lord, how long will it take? Send it anyhow; 1 tell ye I'm good for a hundred times thi amount,” arid he glared so wildly that the operator sent this message to the agent at Slater: "Tell conductor on N0.4 that the man lost off the train is here and Inclined to be un manageable. Uave sent to M for help to secure him.” “There, now,” ho said again in a pacifying tone, “just sit down and keep culm a few moments,until we gel an answer,” for ho heard the whistle of the engine from M . The engine pulled up to the plat form, and three men got off. “Jerry” was a hi; Irishman who walked cau tiously up to the supposed lunatic. “Now thin, will ye go quietly wid us, or must we use foorce?” By this time the unlucky bride groom’s tribulations had indeed made him slightly hysterical ; and suppos ing the men were trying to joke with him, he made a lunge at the grinning Jerry that would have done credit to a youthful pugilist. Jerry and the two others caught him by the arms and legs, and the more the poor old man tried to explain, the more his ravings were taken as evidence of his dangerous insanity. He made a valiant struggle, all things considered, but he was finally thrown in the baggage room and the key turned. “Begorra, but he’s a stiff tussler for an old ’uu!” said Jerry, puffing with the exercise; “but it’s the mad ness that makes’em ttroug. ” As may be supposed, the newly made Mrs. Matthew Haydon was almost distracted when the conductor communicated the contents of the telegram to her. She had missed her lord, but had modestly refrained from inquiring about him, - until his pro longed absence began to make hei anxious. But, under the advice of the conductor, she boarded the return passenger, which passed them at Slater, and set out for Blue Creek. It will be kinder to pass over the reunion and explanations which wv necessary at that place. As Jeptha Qnilter was down on his knees kindling the kitchen fire next morning at five o’clock, Mrs, and Mr. Mat thew Haydon presented themselves at the door. Jeptha’s mother wore a chastened yet determined look that he had never seen there before. “Yes, it’s me—me and Mr. Haydon, and we’re married an’got the license to prove it. I’ve b’en through aheap sense I left here day before yesterday, Jeptha, an’ I tell yon right now that I ain’t in any humor to take any cuttin’ up about it No fussin’ ain’t goin’ to unmarry us, an’ that might as well be understood first as last! An’ another thing—you an’ Maria jes’ well make up your minds to rent the eighty across the creek an’ move over there right away, ’cause two famblies never did do well in the same house, an’ it’s nachul that I should want my own house now. There needn’t be no hard feelin's, an’ t’other eighty has got a good house on it. 1 jest had ’bout enough worryin’ these two days to las’ me the rest o’ my life, an’ for a few days I Tow to have enough on my hands a-doctoriu’ that bruso on Mr. Haydon’s for’red ’thout any bother explainin’ things.”—The White Ele phant. Horse and Hull Fight. A remarkable duel took place on the Hies ter farm, tenanted by Hamuel Acker, in Lower Pottsgrove, Mont gomery County, Penn. A young thoroughbred stallion, belonging to Hamuel Hiester of Philadelphia, was pasturing on the farm, and a young blooded bull belonging to the farmer got into the came field. The bull bellowed, pawed the soil, and elevated his tail—in fact, made it evident that he was very angry. The stallion showed the same spirit, and in a short time a terrific combat was on which lasted for more than an hour. The horse, the more active of the combatants, managed to get in • number of broadsides on the bull’s ribs with his hoofs which made the cloven-foot duelist bellow with pain. After a time, however, the bull plunged one of his horns into the ab domen of the horse and made a fright ful wound. At this point the owner succeeded in stopping the combat. New York Times. James Fenimore Cooper’s old home at Cooperstown, N. Y., will soon be turned into a park. LUXURIES ON WHEELS. MAGNIFICENT PRIVATE CARS OF OUR RAILROAD MAGNATES They Are Superbly Fnrnlahcd Mahogany the Favorite Wood Cacti In These Itoll lng ratacea-All the Comforts of Home —Stateroom* for finest*. Now is the season that our million aires give themselves up to enjoyment and speed away from the city in their luxurious private cars. No house in terior is more magnificent than these cars, with their costly furnishings and beautifully polished woodwork. From place to place their owners travel about, and yet are always at home, as it were, for each car was built for the especial use of its individual owner, and is furnished after his own ideas. In magniticence of design and beauty of decoration they surpass anything that moves on wheels, either In this country or abroad. They are the embodiment of luxury as it is to be found in very few places. No hotel is furnished more gorgeously than they,and even the city residences of their owners are no more hand somely decorated. In the eyes of the millionaire traveler nothing is too good for the private car, and into it is crowded the richest ornamentation and most superb furniture that money can buy. It is said that these cars are fast rivaling the steam yacht as a means of summer enjoyment—in fact, they have already been termed the “land yachts of America.” They are fitted up the same as a gorgeous apartment in a hotel, and are arranged for living purposes the same as a house. They have regular bedrooms, a parlor, library, kitchen, bathroom, hot and cold water in all the rooms, and, in fact, all the con veniences found in a well appointed modern residence. Of course every thing is on a smaller scale, but the cars may truthfully be said to be cosey little seven or eight room apait ments on wheels. In them the own ers and their guests live the same ns they do at home, having their own servants, their wardrobes and their favorite books and amusements. In the closets their clothes are hung up the same as in their own bedrooms at home, and at night they sleep in a regular open bed, not fastened to the wall, but standing out in the room, juntas in a Fifth avenue mansion, The most magnificent of these cars is owned by Dr. W. Howard Webb and is called the “Ellsmere.” It is con sidered the finest specimen of rolling stock architecture that money and geqius can produce. It is 79 feet long, 14 feet high and 10 feet wide. It is built to accommodate ten persons, not including servants,but has often been used by as large a party a fifteen. You enter it through a deep vesti bule into the observation room, which is at the rear of the car. This room is almost entirely windows, the extreme end and each side being heavy plates of glass, closely fitted into the oak sockets and frames. All the chairs are movable, and mostly wicker, and the general furnishings of the room have been arranged to lit it for a smoking and lounging apartment as well as observation purposes. From this you pass into a narrow but handsomely decorated hall, run ning along the left hand side of the car, and into this, from the right, the guests’ staterooms open. They are superbly ‘furnished and finished in mahogany. Each is a little over nine feet long by seven wide, fitted with stationary beds, dressers, wardrobes, etc., and connected with each is a toilet room with hut and cold water. Passing these rooms you step into Dr. Webb’s own bedroom. It is magnificent, measuring 11 1-2 feet long by almost 7 feet wide, and equipped with every luxury and com fort that wealth can squeeze into it. Besides a massive open bed, with deep drawers below, there is an elaborate dresser, stationary berths for the children, an abundance of clothes press room, closets for hats and shoes and everything that a man could de sire in his own room at home. Every bit of the woodwork from floor to ceil ing is mahogany. The next room is the parlor and dining room, eighteen feet long, and with an extension table capable of comfortably seating twelve persons. This is the room mostly occupied,and, while handsomely furnished, it is ar ranged with, as great an eye to com fort as magnificence. At one corner there is a large mahogany writing desk, with a bookcase over it, while the other end is taken up with an im mense Turkish divan. There are invisible berths all arpund which can be used it the party is par ticularly large, and have all the priv acy of staterooms, being separated from the main saloon by an ingenious arrangement of curtains and portieres. Adjoining this saloon is another toilet room and also a bathroom for the gen eral use of the party. Next comes the china closet, then the pantry, and in the extreme end the kitchen. All the ruga and carpeting, as well as all linen, china and tableware, was especially imported for this particular car. The cost of the car was about 850,000, but frequent alterations and additions to its grandeur have brought the present value to a sum consider ably greater than this; $30,0:10 was spent on its interior decorations and paintings alone.—New York Herald. Motlu>r-of-l*enrl Industry. 'llia mother-of-pearl industry is one of the natural sources of wealth in Australia, but in recent years it has undergone au unfortunate crisis. The decline in the industry is attributed to the destruction of the young oyster of the meleagrina genus, which gov ernment regulation and the plan of fishing in systematic rotation have failed entirely, to check. About 10,- 000 persons are employed in Torres’ strait in fishing, caring for the stations, repairing beats and apparatus and also in preparing the mother-of-pearl for transportation. The boats em ployed in this work are known as lugger-rigged craft, having a capacity of about ten tons each. These are usually accompanied by cutters to 'carry provisions and to convey the mother-of-pearl to the stations on laud. The men employed are usually natives of the islands, and the best divers are Chinese, Japanese or Ms ly, MATERNAL COURAGE. Cows* Defence of Their Young Outwit ted Wolves -tV Ire Fence No Terrors. Almost any female bird or animal will attack another animal, or even a roan,in defence of its yonng. A mother partridge has been known to fly in a man’s face in order to blind his eyes long enough for her yonng to hide themselves. As for the cow, she is capable of racing a whole pack of wolves in defence of her calf—if the calf is yonng enough. If it has ap proached the weaning period, she will very likely abandon it to an enemy and take to her own heels. The ed itor of the Condon (Oregon) Globa saw a deed of cow-valor lately that was worth recording as well as seeing. A herd of cattle, and among them two cows accompanied by their calves, were grazing in tall dead grass when the calves became separated a little from the rest of the herd. Just then two huge, hungry coyotes crept np through the grass, out oil the calves from the rest of the cattle, and started in pursuit of them. After running about two hundred yards, the calves came to n high, flve-wired barbed-wire fence, and being smalt, managed to get through it. On the other side of the fence was an open pasture. The wolves quickly followed the calves through the fence, and were rapidly running them down on the other side, when the two cow-moth ers discovered what was going on. Each uttered a loud bellow, hoisted her tail, and started for the rescue. It appeared to be n hopeless chase, for the wire fence intervened, and the cows wore certainly too- large to get through it. They knew well enough that it was there, and could, beside, see it plainly, but both cows plunged together straight into it. The watching editor, horrified, looked to see them hurled back, fright fully wounded; but instead one of the posts gave way under the onslaught; the wires sank down, and in another moment the mothers were on the pas ture side of the fence, badly cut and bleeding, but still able to charge the wolves successfully and put them to fight. Hoon the cows were licking the res cued calves affectionately, and the coyotes were howling a disappointed duet from the summit of a knoll near by.—Youth’s Companion. tiimil Ilainlng. Snail farming forms a peculiar branch of agricultural industry in France and other countries, and the consumption of them in France is very large. Edible snails vary great ly in size; the large white ones are the real escargot, but this term is usually employed to designate all edible snails adapted to table purposes. But in the markets, besides escargot, there are two other varieties, known as limace and limacou, the former being of me dium size, and the latter quite small. Though the great majority of the edi ble snails produced in France are of natural growth, their artificial culture is carried on to a very considerable ex tent. They are propagated from Au gust to October in ground especially prepared for the purpose, and fed with cabbage, clover, etc. During the winter they are sheltered in houses composed of brick or wood, and they are gathered and marketed from April to June. In the Tyrol from June to the middle of August the snails are collected from every available damp place and taken to the feeding ground near the owner’s dwelling. This is a bit of garden ground free from trees and shrubs and surrounded on all sides by running water. In this feed ground are little heaps of mountain pine twigs, mixed loosely with wood moss, and these twigs when dry are replaced by fresh ones. Every day they are fed on cabbage leaves and grass, and when cold weather sets in they go nndey cover, that is, they col lect under the heaps of twigs and bury themselves and there seal themselves up for the winter. When this has been succesfully accomplished they are collected, packed in perforated boxes lined with slraw, and sent off to Paris and other towns.—Nature. Pennsylvania's New flame Law. Pennsylvania's new gaipe law rep resents the joint labors of the Suite Sportsmen’s association, with a mem bership of about 8000, and the board of game commissioners. Statistics collected through the ef forts of the State Sportsmen’s asso ciation. the game commission and State Zoologist, shows that about 200,- 000 worth of game birds and mammall are killed annually and expressed for sale in market places. The killing of insectivorous birds of bright plumage for women's headgear has been carried on to a ruinous extent, a taxidermist in a large city having collected in four years full 201,000 bird skins for the millinery trade. Men skilled in the arts of the poach ers of Europe have introduced various kinds of snares and traps which have been used so successfully in certain sections of Pike and other counties in the state that rutiled grouse and several other kinds of birds have been almost exterminated. One tirm in Hnsque liauna county from September to Jan uary, bought 3000 pheasants, 150 C quail, 301,000 squirrels and a larger number of rabbits. In the northeast ern section of Bradford county three market hunters in 1896 killed and shipped to the markets in New York 1000 pheasants, and in the western part of Bradford county one pothunt er, in the same year killed over 500 ol these birds. In Venango county a pothunter, in the season of 1896, slaughtered and marketed 700 ruffled grouse. A professional hunter in Lu zerne county in 1897 is said to havs killed 804 pheasants within a radiui of thirty miles of Wilkesbarre, and sent them to the New York markets.— New York Press. Hid Prediction Wad True. "See here. That horse you sold me runs away, kicks, bites, strikes, and tries to fear down the stable at night. You told me that if I got him him once I wouldn’t part*with him for 81000.” "Well', you won’t.”—Detroit Fre Press. The Only Way. “What must a man do, doctor, to attain a ripe old age?’ 1 “Live," < MAN'S PANCEnONys ACE, Figures Showing That He m Grime at 30 Than at Any other Age * It is a singular fact,' yet one sub stantiated by statistics, that most crime is committed in ■ this state b T men 29 years old. This is not only true of the lesser but also of greater Climes, although a man is presumed at that period of his life not only j n the zenith of his physical, hut also iu full and complete possession of his mental powers, with a complete ap preciation of right and wrong ail( j their respective consequences. This condition is a problem which has not been solved by thestndentof criminol ogy, and one which is made the more • complex by the fact that the ages of 21, 27, and 45 years nearly equal it with the intervening years having a far less percentage of crime. It is indeed peculiar that the crimi nal tendencies should be so strong at 29 with no such inclination, so far as criminal statistics show, in as great a degree for the succeeding sixteen years, and then another outburst of the animal in man. , This condition is found to be true by actual figures, and as all statistical computations at which average condi tions are sought to be determined are arrived at by this method- so may the student of this subject, as well a’s the insurance magnate who bases his rates on the general average of losses in proportion to the risks taken, and does so with full safety, employ it in solv ing the problem before him. Mr. Charles K. Baker, chief clerk to Superintendent Lathrop, has made this subject one of close study and will soon have completed a table showing this to be true. He has al ready completed one relative to mur derers serving life sentences in the penal institutions, and its figures hear out the general conclusion. He offers at this time no explanation for this, but hopes after he has exhausted the subject, so far ns the presentation of figures is concerned, to be able to set forth reasons why these years should be productive of the most crime. i The following figures show how old the vartous murderers who are serving life sentonoes were when they committed the act for which they ora serving time, together with how many like crimes were committed at such specific year of age: Fifteen, 1; six teen, 1; seventeen, 2; eighteen, 2; nineteen, 1; twenty, 2; twenty-one, 8; twenty-two,!); twenty-three, 6; twenty; four, 5; twenty-five, 8; twenty-six, 10- twonty-seven, 11; twenty-eight, 7; twenty-nine, 12; thirty, 6; thirty-one, (>; thirty-two, 7; thirty-three,6; thirty four. 6; thirty-five, 7; thirty-six, (1; thirty-seven, 3; thirty-eight, 5; thirty nine, 4; forty, 5; forty-one, 8; forty two, 3; forty-three, 6; forty-four, 3; forty-five, 7; forty-six, 1; forty-seven, 1; forty-eight, 3; forty-nine, 2; fifty, 1; fifty-one, 0; fifty-two, 2; fifty-three, 2; fifty-four, 0; fifty-five, 2; fifty-six, 0; fifty-seven, 1; fifty-eight, 0; fifty nine, 1; sixty, 0; sixty-one, 1; sixty two, 0; sixty-three, 1; sixty-four, 1; sixty-five, 0; sixty-six, 0; sixty-seven, 1; sixty-eight,l; sixty-nine, 0; seventy, I. Albany [N. Y. 1 Times Union. PEARLS OF THOUGHT. Griefs are like the beings that en dure them —the little ones are the most clamorous and noisy—those of the older growth and greater magnitude, are generally tranquil, and sometimes silent. The shortest and surest way to live with honor in the world is to be in reality what we would appear to be ; and if wo observe we shall flmPHhat all the human virtues increase and strengthen themselves by the practice and experience of them. Cheerful temper, joined with inno cence, will make beauty attractive, knowledge delightful and wit good natured. It will lighten sickness, poverty and affliction, convert igno rance into an amiable simplicity, and render deformity itself agreeable. A man who knows the world will not only make the most of everything he does know, but of many things he does not know, and will gain more credit by his adroit mode of hiding his ignorance than the pedant by his awkward attempt to exhibit his erudi tion. Natpre is the true idealist. When she serves us best—when, on rare days, she speaks to the imagination— we feel that the huge heaven and earth are but a web drawn around us ; that the light, skies, and mountains, are but the painted vicissitudes of the soul. i Nothing has ever been done in this world which has contributed largely to the advancement'of civilization that did not spring from an enlightened self-interest. At the base of every invention and of every extension of commerce has been the desire of an individual to tower above his fellows. The degree of comradeship kept up between a man and his wife is evi dence in the main of their mutual at tachment and harmony. Material in terests aside, we do not seek or share the society of those that we fail to be in accord with. Community of opin ion, of taste and feeling brings n to gether, and lack of such community separates us. ——— 1 C A Veteran of the Napoleonic War. In San Antonio, Texas, an old vet eran of the Napoleonic wars, John Frederick Deutsch by name, has just calebrated his 100th birthday, sur rounded by four generations of his own family. lieutsoh is the son of one of Frederick the Great’s colonels, and served under his father at the battle pn the Katzbach, where he, who was but fifteen years old, was the youngest man in the army, while his father, then an octogenarian, was the oldest. He saw Napoleon at Leipsic, and again at Waterloo, when bis regiment of dragoons nearly took the emperor captive, and he received his first pro motion from old Blucher himself, for personal bravery on the battlefield of Ligny. In 1880 he came to this coun try at the invitation of his son and set tled down in Texas, where he sti 1 * follows the pursuits of hunting s fishing,so dear to the hearts of reti army officers.—New York Sun. ' n ■. , . jr The house at Mexico, Me o'" Mark Twain was born, is lu&m' down, M