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W. M. CHENEY, Publisher. VOL. XIII. Eight million acres of forest land •re cleared every year. The returns of the capital invested in English railways are steadily de creasing. Some of tbe direst calamities that have befallen the Old World nro traced bj- llie New Ycrk Advertiser to the destruction of forests. A publication issued l»y a big East ern thread company says that over 7,- 000,000 miles of thread aro acnually used in tho United States. Observes the Louisville Courier Journal: Countess Waebtmeister soys the futuio man will have a sixth sense. It is to be hoped it will be common Feme. London Engineering savs that the new magazine gun adopted for the United States Army possesses "all tbe requisites now universally admitted to bo necessary to a perfect magazine gun." Tbe practice of grasping a loaded gun by the muzzle is still in vogue, laments the San Francisco Examiner. There is never a closed season for the particular sort of a hunter who fails to realize tho relative ability of the two ends of his weapon. Considerable attention has been drawn to the statement by tho Russian Minister of Finance, M. Witte, that during the past six years it was fre quently the Czar's personal influence that maintained peace ; that frequently thero were warlike threats which ha never answered. The Japanese scheme of dividing China into threo independent king doms, each to be ruled by a nativs prince, is, in tjo estimation of tbj Philadelphia Ledger, an ingenious one. Tbe attempts of tho three princes to do each other up would probably re lievo Japau of any further subjuga tory offorts in China. The cotton seed oil miHs of England import their cotton seed almost ex clusively from Egypt. The oil is used in soap factories, and a considerable quantity of it is shipped to the Medi terr. nean where, without doubt, ob serves the New York Independent, it is transformed into "pure olive oil," mnch of which is sent to tho United States and purchased by our people in preference to the really pure oil made in California. Says the New York Independent: Our dailies show a great lack of rever ence in describing the weather. The Tribune spoke of tho expected cyclone from the Gulf as coming north at an "easy jog;" the Times said it "seems to have bumped against a Nova Scotia "high" (area of high pressure); the Herald characterized it as "a very Blow cyclone," and said it "must put on more steam;" the World told its readers that the great storm is on its way, but "is taking things easier than the weather sharps thought." Thus do our great papers exhibit their genius In making tho oldest and com monest of topics interesting. A good many people appear to think that resistance to a blow is a test of hardness in minerals, whereas it is re sistance to erosion. Ignorance of this fact led a man in this city, relates the New York Sun, to experiment on what appeared to be a large and un usually clear garnet of rather light red color. He took a hammer to it and smashed it to atoms. A diamond is the hardest substanco in tho world, yet it may be broken by a tap from a hammer, or even a fall on the side walk, as it is apt to split along the cleavage lines, which are parallel to its faces. Experts test an undeter mined gem first with a file and after with fragments of stone of differing hardness. If it yields to the file it is glass, or something no more durable than that. That glorious theme of song and story, the old frigate Constitution, apostrophizes the New York Press, is to devote the rest of her days to the training of youth; and that these days may be long is the wish of every true American who remembers her services to her She is to be turned over to the Massachusetts naval mili tia for use as a training ship, and will leave her present refuge at Ports* month at once. No more fitting career could be imagined for the Constitu tion than that of an educator, and the youthful Massachusetts sailors are for tunate. There is a history in every plank of the old warrior, a story in every spar. She tells of battles fought and won in Such an atmosphere of devotion to country, patriots will be made as well as Bailors. WE WON'T OIVE IN. Storms may howl from East to West- Sun hide out by day | Cotton worms <lo their best— Country short on hay ; Still, wo ain't a-going to give In Whtlo tho world owes all u llvln' I Lot the cotton rlso an' fall 1 Let the corn give out; Let tho strongest horses stall, Fiounderiu' about! Ain't a bit o' use to give In While the world owes all a llvln 1 t It tho crop is short, tho land Still is broad nn' long ; Still the hoe is In tho hand— Still the mule Is strong! Never goln' to seo us give In Whiletho world owes all a llvln' I What's the use to sit nil' pine When tho cold wind blows? Takes a lot o' rain nn' shine Jest to mako n rose ! Hoses die an' violets give In, But the world owe* folks a llvin'! —Atlanta Constitution. SELINDA'kS'sATCHEL. BY SOrHIE SWEET. ■ $ aw H, Sclindv, I wish you could go!" Little Miss Kit ■ tredge elevated her J seamy forehead in J a way that sho had Sgjjij&y whou she was wor ried, until her eye brows reached al most to her "wid ow'speak." CiT Selinda gave tho finiehing touch to tho pink waist she was ironing and set tbe iron down bard. "It's of no use to talk, mother. I nevf:r cau go auwhere,"she said. "And I do wish you wouldn't coll mo Selin dy." The unironcd things went into the clothes basket with a sweep and n toss, and the basket went into tho closet with a thump, and Belinda ran up stairs to her own room and buried her head in tho pillow. It was only a foolish little seventeen-year-old head, although its owner taught the Bend school and sang in tho church choir, and was an officer of the Village Im provement Society. Miss Kittredge dropped tho boy's blouse sho was mending, and folded her little knotty, toil worn hands in her lap; her glasses had grown suddenly so misty that she could not sec. "Poor little Selindy-da! It does seem too bad," sho murmured. "If Enoch would only pay me, as he said he would, for keepin' house for him and nursin' him through that rheu matic fever, more'n a year ago. I can't bear to say anything—"mongst relations, so—and Enoch is terrible nigh. And if I do speak it'll only make him ca». i slur upon Amasa, his own brother that's dead and gone, be cause he hadn't more faculty and didn't leave us better off. But then! Selindy does feel so bad now that the Pritchnrd girls and Naomi Jenks are going to the World's Fair. And it does seem kind of providential that Enoch will bo goin' by here homo from market this afternoon." Tho little woman aroso, slowly, but with resolution, and took her mend ing out to tbe porch. But the mend ing was neglected, and she peered anxiously through tho fluttering hop vine, down tbe long, dusty road. She actually trembled when a tall, gaunt figure, upon the seat of an open farm wagon, came suddenly into view. "Enoch, I waut to speak to you jest a minute," she called, hurrying outto tho gate. Enoch was thin-lipped, and dried like leather. Ho flecked a fly from his horse's back without looking up, and with a distinctly discouraging air. "It ain't any U6e talkin' to me about Rufe," ho said, before the little wo man found her breath or her courage to speak. "He's got to make his own way, jest as my boys would, if I had any. I don't caro anything about machinery or 'lectricity, or any of the fol-de-rols that bo's got his head full of. I don't oxpect he'll ever amount tons much as Selindy does —" "It's Selindy that I want to speak to you about," said the widow, hastily. "Yon know I don't like to say any thing about it, Enoch, but you said you'd give a little something for takin' care of yon when you was sick, and now—Selindy she wauts so bad togo to the World's Fair. I expect you'll think it's extravagant, but she worked hard keepin' school, and Rufe he's doin' real well in tbe mill, and seems as if now was just tbe time if you did think of givin' mo anything—" "You want mo to give it to Selindy, do you?" The grim mouth relaxed a very little. If Uncle Enoch had a woakness it was for his niece Selinda. whom all Carmel accounted "smart." "I did think sbe had more sense than togo galivantin' off to Chicago, a squanderin' money, but mebbe I'll give her a little sometliin' to help her along. I'm goin' over to B— day after to-morrow, aad I'll stop on my way home." "A little somethin' to help her along" did not sound like enough to pay Selinda's expenses to the Fair, but there was one good thing about Unole Euoeh, he was apt to promise some thing less than he meant to perform } and Belinda's mother remembered' hopefully how ho had said, after she had nursed him through those long weeks of illness, "I'll remember you harnsomely, M'ria, harnsomely." That was, indeed, after he had suf fered very severe twinges of rheuma tism, and Rufe had said it would "take more than rheumatism to take the kiokß out of Unole Enoch so they'd stay out;" nevertheless, Mrs. Kit trsdge's worn face was aglow as she LAPORTE, PA., FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 9. 1894. called to Selinda, who was still pros trate and tearful, and told her just what a hope Uncle Enoch had held out. Belinda was sanguine also. Sho dried her eyes, and ripped the skirt of the "changeable" silk that had been her mother's wedding dress, to mako a "stylish" waist to wear with her old black cashmere skirt. And then she couldn't resist the temptation to run across the field to Naomi Jenks's to tell her of the joyous prospect. And sho was really angry with Rufe because ho shook his head doubtfully, going right on eating huckleberry pie, when she told him of Uncle Enoch's promise. When the day camo sho ran out as soon as she had wiped the dinner dishes to watch for Uncle Enech. He was late and in a hurry. Ho handed her out a rather large-sized pasteboard box. "There, I ain't one to bo small when I make up my mind togo a-shoppin'; if yon take Rood caro of that 'twill last yon till the next World's Foir comes round," with a grim chuckle. "You tell your mother it's her own resk let tin' you go; 'tain't any of my doin'. I've got other uses for my money." Belinda carried the box into the house. It was light, but oh, how heavy her heart was! And Rufe, who had been standing behind the great butternut-treo, turned a somersault. Rufe always had provokingly little to say for himself, and he turned somer saults as an expression of his feolings on the most inopportune occasions. Belinda thought that even a boy ought to have more sense. There was si lence in the room for tho space of a full minute after the cover was taken off the box; then Mrs. Kittrodge said with a tearful gasp, "Oh, don't feel so bad,Belindy; it's a roal pretty satchel." Belinda had a temper. I wish that she had had it as fully under control as all but the very bad girls in stories do; but alas! she flung the pretty satchel with all strength, box and all, up into the high cupboard beside the mantelpiece. The box camo tum bling down, and the cover followed it, and Rufe carried them off, saying he had been wanting some pasteboard to make a fan for his winnowing ma chine. (Rufe spent his leisure experi menting upon miniaturo machinery.) The bag stayed up in tho closet, and Belinda sulked and cried, with inter vals of trying to bo good and make the bost of things, and her mother took the egg money, with which sho was to have bought herself a pair of gloves, and bought a gilt belt for So linda, and sho made a great many cream pies in anxious, silent sym pathy, and opened tho strawberry preserves, of which Belinda was very fond. Sometimes when Belinda was away, Mrs. Kittredge opeued the cupboard door and looked at tho satchel, and said regretfully. "It's a real pretty satchel." At last one day, three weeks after the satchel had been flung up there she said it in Selinda's hearing. "You think so much of pretty things," said Belinda, a little con temptuously. "You wanted somepink vases like those the minister's wife had, and a watch and chain like Mrs. Deacon Palmer had, and a spray of lilac in your bonnet like aunt Jemima I You always liked pretty things and—" Selinda looked up, suddenly,as if struck by a new thought—"you never had any!" Rufe looked up from tho tiny wheel that he was scouring with emery paper. "I wonder if this is tho first time you ever thought of that!" ho said in a gruff voice, as if he had a lump in his throat. And ho scowled medita tively at her, as Belinda now remem bered she had caught him scowling at her before. "Well, I don't know,"was all that their motber said, in a meek, half guilty little voice, and Belinda saw her furtively wipe away a tear. "Aunt Jemima has sent word by Fhoebo Rascom that sho wants you to come over and help her get ready to goto the World's Fair," said Belinda when she came home from the dress maker's the next day. (She was find ing a little consolation in the change able silk waist, although sho couldn't wear it to the Fair.) "Aunt Jemina is going, and Mrs. Prentice and Roxy Fowler, with Jonas for an escort." "I'm real glad for Jemimy. They'll have a beautiful time. I guess I will go over and help her fix off, if you think you and Rufo can get along," said Mrs. Kittredge. Belinda was at the dressmaker's again the next day when Mrs. Kit tredge's nephew, Jonas, came after her. Going to the oupboard for her best handkerchief and her gloves, where she kopt them "handy" for Sundays, Mrs. Kittredge caught sight of Belin da's satchel. "I don't believe Bolindy would caro a mite if I should take it. She said she never would carry it; and it would look as if I had things like folks," she said to herself. "Mother does like so much togo visiting," said Selinda, ad Rufus came in that night. She was in the pantry, with her baok toward him, but she kept on talking. "She'd be a regular gad about, like Aunt Jemima, if she could." Selinda's tone was slightly aggrieved; she did hate to do house work. "And she never had a chance togo anywhere I" Rufe's voice was so gruff now that it made Selinda come out of the pantry and stare at him. His face was red, and he breathed quickly, as if he had been running. ••She's gone, lic<i she?" ho said. "Rut loan go over to Aunt Jemima's; it won't be too late." Ho drew a roil of bills from his pocket and spread them out before Selinda's eyes. "I've been doing extra work for a long time, and I got Mr. Pritchard to pay me to-day. And then I sold those jumping jacks that I made, and the little wooden wagons—you thought I couldn't, but I did—and I've saved every cent I could, and at last there's enough— enough for mother togo to tho World's Fair I" "For mother togo to she World's Fair?" echoed Selinda in ntter amaze ment. She almost laughed, it seemed so ridiculous. And then a sudden re vulsion of feeling swept over her. In stead of laughter there was a threat ing of tears—a blessed mist that cleared long blinded eyes. "Oh, Rufe, I never thought! It was only mother! And though you're only a boy you did think I Oh, she'll have such a good time! But you, Rufe, I never thought of you, oither; and there's the ma chinery—there are all sorts of things that it would bo a real benefit to you to see!" Rufe turned his back to her, and swallowed a lump in his throat—a lump that went down hard. But ho raisod his head proudly. "I shall be a man, and make my way, and see things," said he, "But mother never had a chance." Rufe planned togo over to aunt Jemima's next morning; but thero was no need, for bright and early, their cousin Jonas came driving liko mad up to the porch, with Mrs. Kit tredge beaming with delight besido him. "Oh, Selindy, he wasn't so bad— your Unole Enoch, I mean," she grasped. "Just see!" She opened the satchel, and showed a little inner pocket from which she drew five crisp new twenty-dollar bills. "I found them last night when I was showing the bag to your aunt Jemima. Now, Selindy, you cat; get ready right off!" But Selinda shook her head firmly; if sho had one little pang of tempta tion no one will ever know it—and told Rufo's story, while Rufo retired, shame-facedly, behind tho wood-shed door, for there was cousin Jonas lis tening—and added her own plau, which was that her mother should go to Chicago, escorted by her own big boy, Rufe, who would learn twico as much as sho—Selinda—would. And Selinda had been so much in the babit of having her own way that of course she had it now. Littlo Mrs. Kittrodge went oft with hor sister Jemima, and her cronies, half-dazed with delight, almost as un certain of herself as tho little old wo man on the King's highway who oried "O Lawk 'a mercy on mo this surely can't bo I?" And Rufe—but only a boy with a burning desire to "ilnd out things" knows what going to the Fair meant to Rufe. As for Belinda, perhaps thero were moments- of misgiving, even tears; but sho says she had a good time all alono at home. And when her Uncle Enoch, driving by, called out to her: "Well, Selindy, you found what I putin tho bag for you?" sho answered, with a happy faoe : "Oh, Uncle Enoch, I found the money—and a great deal more!" Uncle Enoch thought ho must bo getting deaf; ho didn't know what she meant. But it didn't matter much what a girl meant, anyhow.—Port land Transcript. Spontaneous Combustion ot Coal. According to L. Hoepke, it is to a slow oxidation and to the resulting disengagement of heat that must be attributed the spontaneous combustion of cargoes of coal. The danger is so much tho greater in proportion as tho surface exposed to tbe air is wider. It is maximum with coal dust. The load ing and trimming should, therefore, be so done as to avoid as much as pos sible the crumbling of the coal under tho •' 1 uenco of the ship's motion. Tho smalu it vessels are preferable for the carriage of coal. Mr. Hoepke does not believe in tho possibility of tho spontaneous com bustion of cargoes of damp cotton. Rut it is possible that a spark falling accidentally upon a bale may remain ignited for weeks and afterward set firo to the mass. Greasy cotton, on tho contrary, very easily takes fire spontaneously. The same is the caso with flax, jute and tow. Stacks of hay, and bales of tobacoo and hops are like wise liable to spontaneous combustion. —Scientific American. Barber Lore. The barber's gift of tongue, which has long been a subject of mirth and an object of dread, is now to bo utilized —and attached with belting, as one may say, to the machinery of politics. One of the many "Leagues" that are constantly being operated as feeders to the great political parties, has taken means to prepare for the barbers ol the country "a reasonable quantity ol well-written, knook-down arguments,' as the officers express it, which arc designed to be communicated to the devoted customers of theso kuights ot razor and shear, when they have them stretched at full length in their chaire under lather and napkin, with escape impossible. It is sad to contemplate thatanothei horror is to bo added to the barber's chair, and it is to be hoped that the knock-down arguments roferred to may not become boomerangs, and as sume a physical form, when adminis tered to unfortumate customers.— Everywhere. Cancers on Honse-Flles. It is supposed that house-flies are an aid to public health, as they are really scavengers upon wings and remove lit tie by little much matter that might otherwise breed disease. In view ol this faot, some people will regret that a disease analogous to cancer has ap peared among them which is depriv ing thousands'of them of life. It is 8 fungous growth beginning in thetis sues of the inseot, pushing through the skin, and finally "blossoming" and fruiting, thus creating seeds for itsfu ture propagation. ° Grasshoppers and other insects are similarly afllioted.—Everywhere. Terms-"SI.00 in Advance ; 81.25 after Three Months. SCIENTIFIC AND INDUSTRIAL. Mexico baa an abundance of iron ore. It is the iron in clay that gives tlx ordinary brick its red color. Among tbo crustaceans various shades of red ore the prevailing colors. Astronomers claim that there are over 17,500,000 comets in the solar system alone. Fruit wrapped in heavy brown paper will stand fifteon degrees more cold than if not wrapped. The coloring of tho doop sea jelly fishes is said to bo unusually deep violet or yellowish red. Of tho steam engines now working in tho world four-fifths have been constructed the past twenty-five years. Six years ago the price for a com plete equipment of a trolley car wos $1500; now it is between 81000 and 151200. A Boston naturalist, with a tuning fork, has discovered thot crickets chirp in unison, and that their noto is G natural. Sanctorius, an Italian physiologist, estimates that five-eighths of all the solid and liquid food taken are ex haled by tho 6kiu. Many springs aro intermittent, probably because tho channels leading from the reservoirs to tho surface are crooked and constitute natural si phons. A scientific Frenchman has dis covered that potatoes planted near an electric wiie grow to be very large, and tomatoes in contact with the same object ripen days earlier than U6iial. Tho most rapidly moving star known in space does not move along with one-thousandth part of tho speed im parted to tho light which it radiates, and by which alone wo become awaro of its existence. Grocn wood hisses and sputters when burning bocause of the large amount of water contained in its fibers, which is changed into steam by the heat und bursts off tiny splinters in making its escape. The great waves, caused by tho Kar katoa earthquake in 1883, which de stroyed 40,000 lives traveled at tho rate of 350 miles an hour. These waves were felt more than 7000 miles away from tho place of their origin. Dr. Kiugsett, tho chemist, recog nizing that ozone, the natural purifier of the air, is pr -yoed in nature by balsam trees—tho piuo,' fir, larch and eucalyptus—urges that such trees be planted and cherished ou farms, and in towns and villages. Electric melting of metals, notably cast iron and steel, us produced by a new German process, is said to have some very great advantages. In cruci ble steel the now process shows an economy of fuel of more than half, which, for metal to difficult of fusion, is a favorable result. The photographers of the Faria Ob servatory have just fiuished for tho Academy of Science tho clearest view ever secured of the moon. They have photographed her surface in sections, which fit, making a great image fivo feet in diameter. The work is so per fect that towns, forests and rivers would bo prccoptible if they existed. A l'ocrastinatin? Professor. Thoy aro telling a pretty fair story on "Uncle Phil" Armour, just home from his European trip. Tho story is in two chapters, with a period of thirty years elapsing be tween the two. Thirty years or more ogo P. D. Armour was a young man attending an academy near Syracuse, N. Y. There was a ladies' seminary near by, and one beautiful moonlight night Phillip slipped away from his dormi tory and took a pretty seminary girl out for a long buggy ride. It camo to the oars of the dignified faculty and a sentence of expulsion was entered up againt P. D. Armour. Years passed on. Young Armour camo to Chicago and became the greatest merchant in tho world. One day an old man with a pair of white side whiskers and a professional beatific smile was ushered into Mr. Armour's private office. "You romomber tho Academy, Mr. Armour?" his visitor began. "I should say I did. I was expelled from that institution for taking Susie out buggy riding." "Woll, then, perhaps you remember me. lam Professor . I was a member of the faculty then, as I am now. And I want to say, Mr. Armour, that I always protested against your expulsion as being un just and unwarranted by the facts. By the way, Mr. Armour, the academy is in a financial strait just now and 1 came to see if you would givo us somo assistance." "Well," replied tho millionaire, "if you protested against ray expulsion al) I have to say is that you have been a long time letting me know about it." But Mr. Armour made out a good round check, just tho same, and sent the old pedagogue on bis way rejoio ing.—Chicago Mail. A Neat Puzzle. Wo should like to know tho name oi the author of tho following puzzle and anagram: A old woman with intent Put oa her und to market went; " snid she. "give me, I pray, Tho wherewithal to this day." Eaoh of the blanks is to be ftllod with a word of four letters, and the same letters occur in eaoh of the five different words. These words are con' secutively, "vile," "evil," "veil," "Levi" and "live." We repeat thai wo ore curious to leArn the name of the author of this ingenious anagram I puzzle. —Chicago Record, HOW WHALES ARE CAUGHT MODERN METHODS SUPERSEDED OLD CUSTOMS IN WHALING. The Harpoon Has Given Way to the Whale Gun—Stripping; a Dead Whale—ln Winter Quarters. \ T HALING is not what it \/\/ ' lß ed to ho," said a \ \ grizzly old unit us he sat on the edge of his greasy bunk in the forecastle. "Thu ships that go after 'bowhoads now adays are much better arranged for the comfort of the men than they were a dozen years ago, but it ain't no pic nic yet, you can bet on that, my sou, you can bet on that." About all that remains of the old customs of the whalers is the lookout at the masthead, who brings every man out of his warm bunk with tho call, "Ya-a-ar ! She blows !" and with a wave of his hand points out the di rection for tho wheelsman to steer. The crew jump into their boats and away they go. The old harpoon is obsolete. Instead a whale guu is used, and as the boat approaches the spouting monster a bomb, filled with an explosive equal to about ten pounds of giant powder, is fired into his huge body near the head. The deadly mis sile explodes as it buries itself into the flesh, and a great hole is blown almost into tho vitals of the mon ster. Death is in most cases instan taneous. A small steam or naphtha launch takes the carcass in tow and it is hauled alongside the vessel, where the bone and blubber are taken from it. Sometimes, if the bomb from the gun fails to cause instant death or give a mortal wound, a harpoon with a fly namite attachment is thrown tho same as the old whale-catching weapons were; and as tho needle point of the spear sinks into the flesh it explodes the bomb. The second wound will in almost every case cause death, but if not tho harpoon clings to tho whale, and with the line attached tho whalers wait calmly in their boat for tho ceta cean to rise for another shot at it from the gun, which is by that time reloaded and waiting for it. Thore is none of that wild excitement of being towed at racehorso speed through tho water behind a wounded and infuriated whale while your comrades come gal lantly to tho rescue to pick you up in case the boat bo smashed to atoms by the beast's tail or crushed in the mon strous jaws of the maddened leviathan. All that is gone, '-t'ho ship's boats sur round tho whalo as he spoutc. Li'- tlo chance is left for it to escape, and a bomb from a gun or the auxiliary harpoon is sufficient to end tho bat tle. Then comes tho process of taking the bono t - ' blubber from the body. The dead whale is brought alongside the vessel. A stage is rigged over tho side and just over tho floating carcass. Work is commenced at the head. A cut is made through the deep layer of fat, beginning at the nose and ruu ning clear back to tho tail, .112 all tho blubber is to be taken. Cross iucis ions are made every four or five feet and strips of fat encircling the whale are marked out. Tackle is fastened to one end of these strips and men on the stage with long chisel-like tools cut the strip of blubber clear of tho body as it is being hoisted on board. Every strip taken off rolls the whalo around in the water. The aead is cut off as soon as the blubber is taken off it to get at tho valuable bone. That is the most difficult task. Axes are used and it takes quite a lot of chop ping to get through the mountain of flesh. As soon as it is severed it is hoisted on deck. Then the work goes on of taking off the rest of the fat from the body. Some of the vessels savo only tho bone, and when tho head is chopped off the rest of tho body is cast adrift. Tho whalers that take only tho heads are usually small ones and are not fitted with the necessary apparatus of trying out the oil. After the blubber is stripped from the carcass it is cut up into small pieces, and for several days after wards the crew is busy trying out tho oil and stowing it away in tho hold iu casks. Smoke aud smell are tho prin cipal characteristics of the operatiou, and only an old whaler will go lee ward of tho great pots when tlio pro cess is going on. During the hunt for whales there is very little to break the monotony of tho whaler's lifo. It is the same thing day after day, with an occasional galo and a trip in the ice, but tho vessels are now built to stand such weather. A winter in the Arctio has not tho terrors it had a few years ago. Quar ters for the crew are built on laud in some sheltered spot, and before the winter sets in all the vessels rendez vous there. The 'tween decks of tho vessels are cleared and stoves sot up. Banks are arranged along the middle of the ships, away from the side?, so that the intense cold will not so quick ly reach the men through tho vessels' timbers, and as soon as the ioe forms around the vessels high banks of snow are piled up around them to brake tho force of the piercing winds. A roof is built over the ships, and on that Bnow is piled several feet thick, and it all is wet and frozen so solid that it will not drift with the fiercest of gales that sweep across the frozen bosom of the ocean when the long night of win ter sets in.—San Franoisco Examiner. The Agricultural Department is giv ing attention to the success of dee t ) plowing. Professor Whituey, Chief of the Division of Agricultural Soil*, IS now in Nebraska on a special mission to investigate the effect on tho soil of deep plowing on the one hand und of irrigation on the other. The manuscript of the Old Testa* meat was completed 480 B. C, NO. 5. DAYS. Want Is tho message o! days, what Is tho thought they bring— Days that darken to winter, days tnat sweeten to spring? Is thoro a loro to learn/Is thoroa truth to bo told? Hath tho now dawn a ray that never flashed from tho old? Day that deepens to night, night that broad ens today, What Is the meaning of all, what Is tho word they say? Silenco for ayo and aye, and tho heart bents never coaso Till toil and llfo and *.ho day are tho night and death and peace. —John Hnll Ingham, In Scrlbncr. lIUMOIt OF THE DAT. Money tnlks; poverty also has a way of telling. Character is what wo aro in tho dark.—Ram's Horn. This is tho next year you expected so much of last year. —Atchison Globo. He—"What do you think is tho way to win a woman?" She—-"Hers." —Puck. Love never turns back because it sees a mountain or hears a lion roar. —Ram's Horn. No man would listen to you talk if he didn't know it was his turn next.— Atchison Globe. "Thou hast cured my heart of aching, dear," Said she. "I'm a doctor of divinity," Quoth ho. —Puck. A Chicago astronomer thinks he has dissovered green on tho moon. But perhaps it's all in his eye.—Philadel phia Press. Somo mon would have better wives if they didn't growl so much when ever they give them a little money.— Ram's Horn. Clergyman—"Do you tako this wo man to bo your wife?" Politician (absently)—"l authorize the use of mv name."—Puck. Blackston—"l don't see why you wear your hair so short." Graymaro— "No; you don't know my wife."— New York Herald. Clara—"l'm so fond of music! T want to play tho piano awfully. Laura —"Well, you do play it awful ly."—New York Herald. "What I tell my wife, goes." "In deed?" "Yos; she takes it to her mother right away, and pretty soon it is everywhere."—Prrck. "What do you want to be, Fred die, when you aro a man?" Freddie "I think 'twould be awful nice to bo an orphan."—Chicago Inter-Ocoan. "Bancroft seems all upset and nerv ous this morning; do you know what's wrong?" "Yes; ho caught the train withoutruuningfor it."—lnter-Ocoan. Tlioso bo tho days that bring to mo A melancholy shook; Tho frost is on tho pumpkin , My overcoat in hoek. —Philadelphia Record. Every cloud has a silver lining, but the knowledgo makes it only the more gloomy to the fellow who is on the wrong side of it. —Kate Field's Wash ington. Tho importance of doing one thing at [a time is illustrated by the fact that no steamship has ever broken the record and her shaft on the s« cue trip. —Philadelphia Ledger. And now tho man of family Shows worry in his looks, For John and Tom and Sue aud Boss Must nil have now school books. —Kansas City Journal. Grant Allen has written an artiole on the docliue in wedlock. The title is an absurdity. If she declines there is no wodloclc. And when there is wed lock she hasn't declinod.— Brooklyn Eagle. An Irishman asked a Scotchman one day why a railroad engine was always callod "she." Sandy replied: "Per haps it's on acoount of the horrible uoise it makes when it tries to whistle."—Pearson's Weokly. The soul of the impecunious man Is filled with a dose of tho bluos, For he's trying to ilguro out how they will look When ho blackens his tan-colored shoos. —Brooklyn Eagle. Robbie —"I'm going to be a pirate, like Captain Kidd, when I grow up." Charlie—"l'm going to be a train robbor like Jesse James." Johuuie— "Well, I ain't. I'm going to keep a summer hotel, liko Uncle Jake."— Truth. At the railway ticket office: "How much for my little girl?" "She is freo if under four." "But she will ocoupy a seat all the same." "Makes no dif ference." "Ia that ease how maoh discount will you give me on my ticket if I leave her at home?"—Flie geude Blaetter. "It must be pretty hard work poundiug the pavement with that great rammer," said the idler. "Shure," said Mr. Grogan, "it ia not th' droppin' av th' thing ou th' sb tones thot is th' har-rd wor'rk at all. It is the liftin' av it up."—ln dianapolis Journal. Ethel—"Here is the loveliest house coat that I bought for Tom, and he doesn't seem to care for it the least bit." Clara—"l cau tell you how to make him value it above everything." Ethel—"Oh, how?" Clara "Tell him that you've give* it away to soma poor man. "—Boston Post. t The Earth Man is Made Of. What is man Vat a miniaturo earth, with many diguises in the way of man ners, possessions, dissemblinoes, eto? ■*et through all—thi ?ngh all the work of his hands and all the thoaghta ol liis mind—how surely the ground quality of him, the fundamental hoe, whother it be this or tUat. makes it self folt and is aleno important.— John Burroughs.