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VOLUME XVI.
MORGANTOWN, WEST VIRGINIA, SATURDAY. SEPTEMBER *20. 1886.
NUMBER 49.
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BEST STYLE,
CONTEMPT OF “COURT.”
'Twftd a ca«<* of attachment, the lawyer said.
And he seamed not loth to tell,
when asked by a friend how the matter aped,
That his suit was prospering well.
Though young be argued his case with
power
As soon ns the writ was returned,
And argued so long that the midnight hour
Oft came ere the “court” adjourned.
But her father came down and the case he
closed
Bv booting the youth one night,
Ann the latter declared such an act opposed
To legal procedure quite;
Aad he said to the maid, as he rubbed his
spine.
He would bring an action of tort,
And ask the Judge to inflict a tine
On her pa for contempt of “court "
—Bouton Courier.
AMONG THE INSANE.
Some of the Peculiar Characters
at the Dayton, (O.) Asylum.
A Beautiful Crazy Woman Who Wanted
to Bottle Men’s Souls—Charley's Trip
to Cincinnati and His Came of
Billiards—The Suicidal
Mania Among the
Unfortunates.
In the past few weeks I have spent,
upon different occasions, a portion of a
day in the Dayton Asylum for Insane,
and have picked up quite a number of
matters which I believe will be of in
terest. One of the first matters of eon
sequenoe that dawned on my mind was
the fact that any such institution where
six hundred individuals bereft of the
power of their reason are huddled to
gether, there surely must be skeletons
in the closet, and this thought is
strenglenhed by the fact that there was
a perceivable effort on the part of all the
officials and attaches of the institution
to be as obliging and polite as possible,
yot they, none of them, showed any de
sire to talk of the very matters that I
wanted to loam something about. And
this was not because of any fear of
newspaper notoriety, as not a living
soul but myself knew I was col
lecting material for a newspaper letter.
It seems to be the even tenor of their
ways with all visitors, and indeed it
could not be otherwise, if the welfare of
the institution is to be considered, for
were they to tell the secrets of a hos
pital of this kind the people would bo
shockod with amazement. I know
from what I learned that thore are
secrets in this asylum of which even
the offlc'als know nothing.
This incidont I pieked up through a re
porter in this oity previous to my visits
to the asylum, and I reproduce it here
because of its fantastic eccentricity.
Tbe young man who tells-the story is
now engaged in this city, though previ
ously he was in the ’employ of the
asylum. Among the numerous patients
of the institution are a groat many who
ere allowed to wander about the
ground*. Among this number was a
young woman, who shortly after the
birth of her first child became in
sane. She was an extremely handsome
creature, who when talked to gave no
indications of a weak mind. She came
from some small place in Preble County.
Before her mind gave way she was
known as a happy, vivacious creature,
who enjoyed life, but after becoming
insane she took a religious turn and then
became melancholy, and would not talk
except when it was necessary. She was
a handy person about the asylum, and
could be put at most any work. Her
name was Maud, and she probably had
more sympathetic friends than any
other patient iu the institution, which
can be attributed to her beauty of face.
One day she accosted my informant,
asking him if he did not want to see her
two souls. The question, as was nat
ural, aroused the young man's curiosity,
and he followed her into the cellar of
one of the buildings adjoining the asy
lum proper. She took him to the darkest
corner, where she held up before him a
two-ounce bottle she had taken from a
crevice, nnd remarked:
‘•There they are, and bound to keep,
too. The one is the soul of Stonewall
Jackson, and the other my husband’s.”
The young man took the bottle near
er to the faint rays of light that shot
through the cellar grating, and saw that
the bottom was covered with a greenish
liquid, evidently water discolored by
age. The lady maniac went on to ex
plain there was no need of any souls
being lost; that she could save them all
if the people would only let her cut
them out and put them into her bottle.
She knew the soul’s home was on top
the heart, and could be cut out without
anv trouble.
Stonewall Jackson’s soul was in the
bottle when she got it from the spirits,
nnd she had since put her husband’s in.
After explaining all these things she
asked the young man for his pen-kuife,
and told him if he would lay down she
would get his soul out in a few minutes,
and put it in the bottle to keep the other
two company. But the young man
seemed to have no desire to have his
soul preserved. This young lady has
since recovered, and is now at home
•with her family, attending to her house
hold duties as well as any woman in the
land of the free.
A cunning maniac was Charley, the
scion of a wealthy and widely known
family living in Miami County, just be
yond the Montgomery County line. I
nave used the term “was” because ho
has been cured of the particular attack
of which ho was suft’ering at the time
of which I write, but has since become
insane again and is now an inmate of a
private asylum in Cincinnati. He is a
magnificent-looking young man of not
more than thirty years of age, and
when not suffering from the dread
affliction to which he seems to be sub
ject, is one of the most entertaining
men possible to find anywhere. These
things 1 say of him because I know
them to be facts. When suffering from
the awful disease he is, indeed, a raving
maniac, though never very threatening.
He is a very ingenious fellow at all
times, and this is what always made
him a troublesome prisoner.
At night, when the patients in a ward
are locked in their rooms, they place
their clothes outside of the door in the
hallway, so that an attendant knows
they are all in their places. This is
always done. On a certain night the
attendant of the ward in which Charley
was a patient bad performed this duty
and retired, feeling confident every
thing was secure and all right. But. for
two or three nights previous to that
Charley had been at work on the heavy
iron bars on his window with a file he
had procured somewhere—evidently
from one of the insane who had the
privilege of the grounds. On the night
in question he completed his work,
filing through one bar and springing
two others so he could get out. But
them were his clothes outside the door
and his overcoat in the clothes room at
the end of the hallway. These he
needed, for it was a bitter cold night in
midwinter. With his file he worked
the wood away from the locks In both
doors, got bis clothes, overcoat and all,
and soon was tramping through Dayton.
He went direct to the depot anil got
on top the last car of the midnight ex
press, bound for Cincinnati. So thought
ful was he that he inquired as to what
stations the train stopped at, and when
it leftjHamilton he ran forward to the
first car, and when the conductor
passed through he clambered down oil
tho top while the train was running
thirty miles or more an hour, and took
a seat in the warm car, os independ
ently as if he was ths President of the
road. Tho conductor did not como
through the train again, for Hamilton
was the last stop before reaching Cin
cinnati, andCharley, insane as he was,
seemed to understand that he was safe
inside the ear after it left Hamilton, for
the train, making no stops, could, of
course, not take on any passengers.
That he remained on top the car in the
bitter cold until the tram reached this
point is evidence conclusive that he
knew exactly what he was doing.
He reached Cincinnati without any
trouble, went straight to the Gibson
House and registered. As luck would
have it, the next person to register, who
stepped up to the counter not ten
minutes after he left it, was an acquaint
ance of his from his home. The name
met his eye, and after speaking to the
clerk he managed to catch sight of
Charley as he came from the bath
rooms. The friend at once telegraphed
his folks, and they the asylum authori
ties. The telegram they received was
the first intimation the officials of the
institution had that any one had es
caped.
Charley was busy playing billiards
when, at ten o’clock the same morning,
his keeper walked into the hall ana
slapped him on the back.
“Hello, Tom!” was Charley’s greet
ing. “I’ve got a sucker here.” The
same evening he was again in the
asylum, but it amused him for weeks
to think bow he "went to Cincinnati
just to play a game of billiards,” as he
put it.
If ever a man had determined to die,
come what may. that man was Francis
-, a powerful farmer from Au
glaize County. He was one of the few
farmers who take a groat interest in
politics, and the first symptoms of in
sanity in his case were noticed after he
was defeated for an office at the polls.
Then followed finanoial reverses, and
finally his mind gave way to the ex
tent that he was determined on self-de
struction. He was sent to this asylum
and placed with the other unfortunates
sufi'ering from suiddal mania. He was
not by any means a dangerous man,
but an eye had to bo kept on him all
the time to keep him from destroying
his own life in one way or another.
Tom. a young but powerful man, was
his keeper. Besides Francis there were
twenty-four other maniacs in the ward,
and one can easily imagine what a nice
time an attendant must have watching
and caring for these poor people. Every
kcepor must shave his patients at stated
intervals, and one day when Tom had
one of his subjects in the chair he com
plained of tho razor scratching him,
whereupon Tom laid it on the window
sill and got out another one. While be
was stropping it he noticed Francis
standing in the door, looking furtively
into the room. Before he could think
tho maniac bounded by him and had
the open razor which Tom had laid on
the window-sill in his hand. It was no
time for thought, but action was what
was needed. Turning quickly, Tom
grasped the hand in which the maniac
held the razor, while be in turn, equally
on the alert, grasped Tom by the wrist
of the hand in which be held the open
razor with which he had been beating
the strop.
“Let go!” yelled Tom.
“Let go yourself!” retorted the
maniac, glaring savagely at the attend
ant.
The next instant began a battle for
life. The two men pushed, tugged and
twisted, but neither could be forced to
loosen his hold on tho other's wrist.
The third person sat quietly in his chair
as unconcerned as if nothing unusual
was going ou. Finally the insane man
got his feet entangled in an old coat
lying on the floor, when the keeper
managed to throw him and wrench the
razor from him. Francis got up. gave
Tom a terrible look and walked from
the room. In a few minutes he returned
and explained that he did not wish to
injure Tom. and only fought for the
razor because he wanted to cut his own
throat. He said:
“Tom, I ain’t mad at you, but I want
yon to know, once for'all, that I am
going to cut my throat, and I’ll do it,
no mailer how much you watch me.”
And, indeed, he kept his word.
The next day Tom was aroused by a
terrible crash of falling glass at the ex
treme end of the ward, where is lo
cated the wash and bath-rooms. He
ran to the place, and there stood Fran
cis with his throat cut almost from ear
to car. He laughed derisively at Tom
as he entered the room. He had broken
the window with his fist, and with a
piece of the glass cut his throat. He
had severed the windpipe and when
he attempted to laugh a gutteral sound
was all that could be heard.
Tom grasped the gaping wound in
one hand and held it together as much
as possible to stop the flow of blood as
much as was in his power. Two of the
asylum physicians were on hand almost
instantly. They took the patient in
hand, and by sheer force sewed up the
horrible wound, but as soon as the ma
niac was put to bed ho tore out the
stitches. The wound was sewed up a
second time, and the suicide’s hands
incased in a pair of leather mud's, when
he managed to tear the stitches by jerk
ing his head backward and forward,
and from side to side. He was then put
in a erib, and a box made to place his
head and shoulders in, so that it was
utterly impossible for him to move the
least bit. He was kept in this contri
vance for nearly seven weeks, much of
which time it was very doubtful wheth
er he would recover or not. After being
taken from the crib he was transferred
to ward 19. His hands for a long
time afterward were kept in the leathor
muds, but he finally induced the at
tendant, on promise to not again at
tempt suicide, to take them on. Tom,
his old attendant, upon learning of this
fact, called on the new keeper and told
him he would regret taking off the muffs
before the week was over, and sure
enough he did. Tbe third day after the
muffs were taken off the attendant was
in his room cutting a small piece of to
bacco off of a large plug with a small
pen-knife, when Francis sprang into
the room, grasped the knife out of his
hand, and before the keeper could in
terfere, drew it across his own throat.
It then became necessary to put him
in the erib again, where he was kept
another spell of several weeks, but the
doctors again pulled him through. He
never after that attempted suicide. One
remarkable feature about this man’s
case was that he never attempted or
seemed to contemplate ending his life
any other way than by cutting his
throat After recovering from his
second terrible experience he seemed
to improve. He continued growing
better, until finally his folks, upon their 1
own responsibility, took him home,
where he continued doing well until :
some time in May last, when he again 1
showed symptoms of returning insanity.
returned to the asylum, he was kicked
on the head by a horse, sustaining a ’
fractured skull, whioh in the course of
a few days resulted in his death.
Many other equally as thrilling and .
horrible tniths can be picked up at ‘
almost any insane asyftim of any note. (
Many more incidents that would make
very interesting reading came to my
notice during my visits, some of them
very ludicrous, others pathetic, while
the above are among the most terrible ,
There is one old man at present in the ,
Dayton Asylum who donated 9400 to (
the institntion when it was built, and ,
this fact is one of the .very few things
lie never loses sight of. It seems to
burn into tbe pool fellow's very soul.
There are a number of the Inmates who
but before ho grew, bad enough
in some way have got it inio their pool
brains that they are there waiting foi
pay-day, and the attendants tell me il
is very touching when soveral of them
bceome impatient and demand theii
money on threats to leave. They often
claim their wives and children are
starving, and they must have theii
money or they wilf die. It is utterly
impossible for one to imagine the har
rowing thoughts that a short study ol
an insane asylum and its patients will
awaken. It must be experienced to lie
appreciated.—Ida May, in Cincinnati
Em/uirer.
IT WAS ONLY BLACK SAND.
Thrilling Experience ot a Captain on thi
Erie Canal.
A New England skipper, a shipping
clerk and the Captain of a canal-boat
sat on the lee rail of a codfish schooner
and discussed the decline of the Ameri
can merchant marine. The clerk was
wise in fine points of law. the skipper
was filled to overflowing with wrath
against the land-sharks at Washington,
and the Captain assented with cheerful
readiness to the most conflicting of
opinions. The clerk wanted to reform
Congress by congressional legislation,
the skipper was on the point of blowing
up the Capitol with dynamite, and the
Captain coincided witn both opinions by
remarking that e'ther remedy, if suc
cessfully carried into effect, would pro
duce astouiahing results. Still, he ven
tured to suggest, it would be a measure
of precaution to use gunpowder instead
of dynamite, as gun-powder in evert the
shot-gun of the South was more deadly
than all the dynamito in the British
isles.
“But it’s so dangerous to handle,”
said the skipper.
"How so?' inquired the clerk, whe
had handled uncounted tons of explo
sives.
“You never can tell it from black
sand.”
There was silence for several minutes.
Then the Captain spoko.
“Is black sand particularly danger
ous?” he asked.
"Mighty dangerous.”
■How so?" asked the clerk, with a
tinge of humiliation for his ignorance.
‘■When you’re down on the Chinese
coast, and you load up your guns with
black sand in mistake for powder to
repel an attack by pirates, you’re always
sure to be murdered, because the black
sand will not go off.
“Won’t it?” asked the Captain, in a
tone that implied that it would.
“I never beard," said the skipper.
The clerk was dumb through newly
found ignorance.
“You see that scar,” said the Captain,
pointing to a red ridge across his cheek.
“Well, give us the story,” urged the
skipper.
"It was years ago,” began the Cap
tain; I was running a fast packet line
on the Erie canal from Albany to Buf
falo. I had a beautiful boat and four
fast horses every few mllos. We carried
the mall and always had a b;g load of
passengers. One trip we took on board
a lot of small barrels labeled ‘black
sand.’ One of the barrels was acci
dentally broken open, the cover lost,
and a quart or so of the ‘black sand'
scattered about the hold. The barrel
was set out of the way near the win6
cask, and apparently was forgotten.
At dinner time some more wirio was
wantod by some of the passengers, and
I went down to draw it fr«m the
cask. As the hold was dark I took a
broken piece of candle for a light.
Scarcely knowing what 1 did 1 stuck
tho candle upright in the black
sand,’ and sat down on the floor
to draw the wine. I had been up
all night and was very tired, and
some how or other I foil asleep. I must
have shut off the faucet while asleep,
for when I awoke the wine pitcher was
filled and the faucet closed. As I
reached out my hand to take up the
candle I saw a sight that froze my
blood with horror. While I had slept
the candle had burnod low and was on
the point of flickering ont. In another
instant the^llame would reach the pow
der—for of course it was powder, and
no black sand—and blow boat, crew,
and passengers to atoms. 1 died a
thousand deaths in an instant, I was
paralyzed with fear, and could only
wait with staring eyes for the end.
Death was already at my throat. The
sound of laughter in the cabin came
strangely to my ears. They were feast
ing in the face of a terrible death. At
last the end came; the light flickered
for a moment, flared up for the last
time, and then-”
"And then?" whispered the skipper
and tho clerk with breathless interest.
“And then went ont. As it was
nothing but black sand for molders'
use. nothing occurred beyond the up
setting of the pitcher of wine us I fell
forward in a faint.”
“But the scar?” asked the clerk.
“Kicked by a mule; usual way with
canal men.”—A. ¥. 'limes.
POOR PAUL.
The Sea and the Grave Have Made Him
Friendless.
You may see just such a group auy
day as you pass a building in course ol
erection—six or eight stolid-faced Po
lacks sitting or lying on the grass, after
their frugal noonday lunch, sometimes
chatting together, sometimes glum and
taciturn, as if brooding over their per
sonal wrongs.
Such a group was observed about a
new building np Woodward avenue the
other day. There was seemingly no
companionship. Each man ate his lunch
by himself, as if be begrudged his com
pany to his fellow workman, and one
would have said that the workmen were
strangers and men of snspicious natures.
By and by, as one stretched out on
the grass under a shade tree to doze his
remaining half hour away, a parcel fell
from his pocket. One of the others
carefully reached over and secured it,
and for the first time the group exhibited
companionship and gcniaity. Here was
an opportunity to play a joke. The
parcel was softly unwrapped, the men
gathered closer, and in a minute a poor,
faded and battered tin-type was ex
posed to view. It was that of a boy
about four years old. The smile died
from every face in a moment and one
of the men raised a finger and whis
pered:
••Hush! It is the picture of his child!
His wife died on the voyage across the
sea, and he landed with this child in
his arms. Poor thing! It s'ckened and
died a year ago, and he is now alone."
“Put it back!" whispeiod another.
“It would make him sorrow/ul to know
that we had handled it.”
The picture was tenderlj wrapped i.p
and carefully inserted into the half-un
conscious man's pocket, and the man
who did it sadly shook his head and
said:
“This is why he never laughs nor
whistles. Poor Paul!”—Detroit Free
Prest.
—“Was it a forgery?" asks a maga
zine writer. We are Unable to say
without knowing more about it. If he
escaped to Canada it was probably only
a sharp business speculation.—& /.
Ledger.
—The transformations of nature are
wonderful. Put a herring in a tin box
with some cotton-seed oil and it imine
:ilately turns into a sardine.—PhiladeU
ithin Call.
—In the great game of life the devil
pitches the bail for idleness to bat. -
Whilhall Timu.
GRANT'S CAREER.
SW Lift BtmlBl More or °-niu
of BMHtf.
The story of General Grant’s life
savors more of romance than reality; il
Is more like a fable of ancient days than
the history of an American citizen of
the nineteenth century. As light and
shade produce the most attractive effects
in a picture, so the contrasts in th«
career of the 'lamented GenerrJ, the
strange vicissitudes of bis eventful life,
surround him with an interest which
attaches to few characters in history.
Hie rise from the obscure lieutenant
to the commander of the veteran armies
of the great republic, his transition from
a frontier post of the untrodden West
to the Executive Mansion of the nation;
his sitting at one time in a little store in
Galena, not even known to the Con
gressman from his district; at anothei
time striding through the palaces of the
Old World with the descendants of a
line of kings rising and standing un
covered in his presence; his humble
birth in an Ohio town scarcely known
to the geographer; his d stresslng illness
and courageous death in the bosom ol
the nation ne had saved—these are the
features of his marvelous career which
appeal to the imagination, excite men’s
wonder, and fascinate the minds of all
who make a study of his life.
Many ot tne motives which actuated
him anil the real sources of strength
employed in the nutting forth of nis
singular powers will never be fully un
derstood, for added to a habit of com
muning much with himself was a mod
esty which always seemed to make him
shrink from speaking of a matter so
personal to him as an analysis of his
own mental powers, and those who
knew him best sometimes understood
him the least. His most intimate asso
ciates often had to judge the man by the
results accomplished, without compre
hending the causes which produced
them. Even to the writer of this article,
after having served with the General
for nine years continuously, both in the
field and at the Presidential Mansion,
ho will in some respects always remain
an enigma. His memoirs, written on
his death-bed, to be published only nfter
his decease, furnish the first instance oi
his consent to unbosom himself to the
world. In his intercourse he did not
study to be reticent about himself; he
seemed rather to be unconscious oi
self. When visiting St Louis with him
while he was President, he made a char
acteristic remark showing how little his
thoughts dwelt upon those events of his
lifo which made such a deep impression
upon others.
Upon his arrival a horse and buggy
were ordered, and a drive taken to iiis
farm, aliout eight miles distant He
stopped on the high ground overlook
ing the city, and stood for a time by the
side of the little log house which he had
built partly with h7s own hands in the
days of his poverty and early struggles.
Upon being asked whether the events of
the past fifteen years of his life did not
seem to him like a tale of the ‘‘Arabian
Nights,” especially in coming from the
White House to visit the little farm
house of early days, he simply replied,
“Well, I never thought aliout it in that
light.” — General Horace Porter, in
Harper's Magazine.
CARD SHARPERS IN PARIS.
Fondness of the Parisians for Gambling—
The Devloes of ITnscrupuloos Healers.
If we may judge by the pages of M.
des Perrieres the Parisians are restless
and hardened gamblers and ready to
play «nything anywhere with anybody.
There are three places where they may
play chiefly—in the real clubs, in the
clubs which are open to almost any one
and which, in fact, exist only that
gambling may be carried on, and in the
illegal gaming houses. Of real clubs
there are not many in Paris and aocess
is not easy; but there is notind of gamb
ling clubs dignified by some glittering
ana loud-sounding title. Strangely
enough there is a greater danger of
being cheated in the former than in the
latter, for in the gambling clubs
there are always a lot of •cheats
watching each other and well watched
by the proprietor, who is up to all
their little games, while in the real
clubs, although it would be difficult for
an adventurer to gain admittance, there
is no suspicion, and once In, a rascal
might cheat with impunity if ho were
cautious and not over-grasping. At
ocarte or piquet, where he has hut one
opponent to deceive, the Greek ought
to Dc able to win what he likes; but at
baccarat, where he plays against the
whole table, the simple devices of tetc
a-tete deceit must be abandoned. M.
des Perrieres reveals the secrets of the
Slayers who cheat the dealer and of the
ealer who cheats the players. By eol
lusion with a card-room attendant, the
dealer may distribute cards cnrefullv
arranged in what the conjuror would
call a chaplet. With a chaplet the
dealer reduces the chances against
him to those expressed in the old
formula, “Heads I win, tails you
lose.” A thorough shuffle is a sure
cure for the chaplet; and of
course cutting has no effect. There
are various chaplets known to the initi
ated. M. des Perrieres tells us of a player
who was losing steadily to the dealer
and who suddenly recognized the se
quence of the cards as they fell on the
table. “Why, that is the Marseilles
chaplet," he cried; “the next card will
be the king of hearts.” And the dealer
turned it up and it was the king of
hearts, and then the player proceeded
to declare every card before it was
turned, to the great amusement of the
players, who ceased betting at once.
The feelings of the dealer are not de
scribed; probably language could not
do them justice.
Another device wh‘ch an unscrupu
lous dealer may employ is a survival
from the last century; at least it is
closely akin to a trick of that time, in
which a snuff-box took the place of a
cigarette case. It is of a great simplic
ity. The dealer provides himself be
forehand—to use the pleasant phrase
ology of the old-fashioned hand
books of conjuring—with a highly pol
ished silver cigarette case. This he places
on the table before him and immediate
ly under his left hand as he distributes
the cards. If he has some slight man
ual dexterity, a quick eye and unfailing
self-possession, tne reflecting surfaco ot
the silver will keep him fully informed
as to the value of every card before it
leaves his hands, and he may act ac
cordingly. Self-possession, and indeed
self-confidence, are necessary requisites
of a successful gambler, even when he
is not given to adding chance. Fortune
favors the brave, and gambling is like
swimming in that the first touch of fear
is fatal. Especially must the dealer at
baccarat abound in courage; let him
but begin to show the white feather and
his banking funds will speedily take
wings and fly away to feather the nest
of some player of more stomach.—
London Saturday Review.
—Borings which have been executed
at Kolomea, in Galacia, Austria, have
after several years’ labor opened up a
number of petroleum springs. The
yield is abundant. In the Finance Min
ister's statistics for the current year it
Is reokoned that more than half the im
ports of petroleum during the first
quarter of 1885 came from Russia,
those from America have been grow
ing less and less, and the discoveries at
Kolomea will, perhaps, stop them alto
gether.
THE COMPLEXION.
i Some lBter«stln| Hint* RrUtive to Vis
I’.rautifloat Ion.
s As a woman can not be beautiful
t without haring a good complexion, ami
i aa many women are decidedly ignorant
' of even the simplest rules ior keeping
i the complexion in good condition, a re
i porter obtained the following hints as
. aids to the complexion: Some women
i are born with beautiful skin, clear, soft,
ami peach-like, bnt there are very few
1 women in this climate who can keep
their complexions clear and handsome
1 without considerable care. There is
1 something in the New York air, its
1 harshness or saltness most probably,
“ that tends to coarsen or roughen the
skin. No where will one see such bad
1 complexions among the general run of
women as in New York. In Philadel
r phia and Boston, in Washington, Chi
' eago, even in grimy Cincinnati, the
1 complexion of tne girls and women
have a freshness, a soft color, which
those of New York girls and women
1 lack. Of course, there are a number oi
| exceptions to this rule. There arc both
' womt n and girls in New York whose
complexions are exquisite.
1 The first thing a woman should re
’ member if sho wants to improve her
' complexion is that nothing rubbed on
the skin itself is going to help it very
1 materially. The lotions and •■creams.’'
1 and preparations of one kind and an
other which are prepared by quacks for
“beautifying” tne skin, are all hum
bugs, and no sensible woman should be
led into buying them. To obtain n
1 beautiful skin one must begin and diet
’ properly. Butter, fat meat and greasy
1 food of every kind must not be eaten.
’ Coffee and tea must be gi^n up, so
must claret and all kinds of wine, and
milk or lemonade substituted. Fruits
and vegetables should be eaten in
’ abundance, rich cand:es and cakes
avoided, pic never should be touched,
and pickles and acid food generally
should ho dispensed with. A woman
who follows the above rules will find that
her Skin will become smooth and cleat
after several months have passed. Of
course the dieting must be thorough
and careful. No improvement can be
made unless it is.
A tablespoonful of sulphur taken
every other morning for a week, and
then not taken again for three days,
and then taken every other morning foi
another week, is one of the best, thingt
to clear the complexion. It acts like
magic. It should always be mixed with
molasses or something that will clear if
from the system.
Salt—a tablespoonful dissolved in s
goblet of milk—is an old-fashioned
recipe for beautifying the complexion.
It certainly is a simple remedy, and it
it does not help the completion it will
strengthen the system. A great deal
depends upon the constitution of the
person ana the kind of complexion she
has. What will help one woman won
derfully will have no effect whatever on
othors. One thing is certain, however,
milk is always mnducive to softening
and whitening the skin, and it is a no
ticeable fact that girls who have never
been allowed to drink tea or coffee, and
who have drunk quantities of milk,
have generally, when they reach the
age of twenty, very beautiful complex
ions.
Boiling water is also one of the best
things with which to keep the complex
ion in order. A tumbler should be
drunk one hour before every meal. If
it is disagreeable bv itself the juice of
half a lemon should be added. Sugar
should not be’ used. Most women in
summer time are too careless of their
complexions, and when winter comes
and they go out to balls and parties
they regret it. The sun is excellent for
the complexion if it does not get too
much of it. A little browning and
freckling is oftentimes very beneficial
but when the face is exposed to too
groat nycasure of the sun’s rays the
skin is apt to become ooarso. Veils—
very thin ones—should always bo worn
at a seaside resort, unless parasols arc
carried. The salt air and sun together
are bad for the complexion, though ex
cellent for the general health.
Fashionable women and girls in New
York always have their arms and necks
“polished” before going to a ball or
other entertainment whers they appear
with very decollette dresses. The
“polishing" greatly beautifies the skin.
First the arms and neck are rubbed
very thoroughly with glycerine and
rose-water. After this has been rubbed
off. the arms and shoulders are covered
with cold cream, which is allowed to
remain on fifteen minutes. This is then
rubbed ofi' with a piece of soft white
flannel and the arms and shoulders are
covered with “baby" powder and rubbed
very thoroughly. This finishes the op
eration. When this is completed they
look like polished marble, and the skin
seems to take on a wonderfully tine and
beautiful texture. Some one has sug
gested that the face be treated in the
same way with good effect, but this
would be next to impossible, as the tex
ture of the skin on the arms
and shauldqa is always different
from that of the face. The face
should always be washed in water
that has the chill taken off it. Warm
water is not good fpr the complexion,
despite all that has been said to the
contrary; neither is real cold water.
The one makes the skin flabby, and in
time wrinkles it; the other roughens it.
Cosmetics of every kind should be
avoided. They are always disgusting,
and even a little powder put on on a
warm day, to “take the shine off,” is
objectionable. Powder and paint
always stamp a woman at once as com
mon, no matter how small a quantity
may be used. Oat meal and Indian
meal water are both excellent for wash
ing the face and hands in. The meal
softens the skin and gives to it a deli
oate flush which is very becoming. The
majority of women will also find that
salt water will help their complexions.
Get ten cents’ worth of rock salt everv
month and wash in a basin into which
a good lump of it has been placed. Rain
water is an excellent thing for the skin,
and there is as much truth as poetiy in
the saying that the "early dew of the
morning will make like the face of an
angel the woman who bathes in it."—
N. y Morning Journal.
Sunshine Versus Moonshine.
Colonel Peterby, of Austin, who is
rather aged and whose bald head is as
bald as that of an eagle, but who does
not renew his youth like the eagle men
tioned in the Bible, married a young
wife. They were sitting on the veranda
a few nights ago, but Mrs. Peterby was
in a bad humor.
"Don’t make snch a discontented
face. It is for you women to bring
snnshine into married life," said old ,
Peterby. I
“And it is for you men to bring
moonshine into it, 1 suppose," she re
plied. passing her hand scornfully over
a bald place, the size of a cantaloupe,
on the top of his head, which bears a
startling resemblance to a full blown
rose.—Texas Siftings.
—A fraudulent mineral spring has
been exposed in Austria. Chemicals
were introduced into an underground
stream a considerable distance from its
exit. The properties of the doctored
water were commended honestly by
physicians, and the enterprise had en
tered upon a oareer of prosperity,
when a skeptical visitor dug out the
truth.
MARSHALL’S DISCOVERY,
&B Account of th« Finding of Gold In Cnl
Iforoln.
I see a notice of the death of James
W Marshall, who discovered gold in
California. I became acquainted with
Marshall, at Ooloina, California. I
knew him intimately, and was associ
ated with him in business at that place,
which is on the south fork of the Amer
ican River. Marshall was a native of
New Jersey. Gold was discovered in
February. 1848, by Marshall and an
other man named Wiemer. 1 have for
gotten Wiemcr's first name. Marshall
and Weimer built for Colonel Sutter a
saw mill at Coloma. and had finished it
in February. 1848. I am a stockholder
in a company which now owns that
saw mill. The mill had been erected at
the head of a bar where the river bends
around it in the form of the letter U.
The mill race had boen cut through the
bar, and when the mill was started it
was found that the race was too shal
low, and for this reason the wheel of
the mill was partially under water The
water was shut oft, and Marshall and
Weimer went down into the race to
ascertain where it was to bo dug deep
er A point about fifty yards
below the mill, they ooncluded, was
the place which obstructed the flow of
water. Here Marshall said to Weimer:
"What is that which shines just at the
toe of your boot?” Weimer then picked
up the shining piece, and tfiey both
thought it a piece of brass. They began
to conjecture how it was possible for a
piece of brass to got into the race.
From the fact that no brass had been
used in the construction of the mill, and
that the piece fonnd had been worn
smooth, they concluded that it was not
brass, and might be gold. On that day
Mrs. Weimer was making soap, and for
this purpose had made ly e by leaching
wood ashes. To test the metal found
Mrs. Weimer boiled it several hours in
this lye, and when she removed it from
the lye it was as black as ink. These
facts were stated to me by Marshall,
Weimer, and Mrs. Weimer. I went
with Marshall to Weimer's bouse to see
the first piece of gold found in Cal
ifornia and then and there the whole
history of the discovery was talked over
bv all three of the persons who partici
pated in tho discovery. Mrs. Weimer
then showed the pioce of gold. Its
weight was $7, or, the value of the
ounce being $16, in other words, 8jf
pennyweights. The form of the piece
was that of a long, irregular pumpkin
seed, ft was still black as when taken
out of tho lye. except at one end, where
the incrustation formed by the lye had
been removed.
This discovery was made in February,
1848. Tho day 1 do not remember. As
soon as this lye test had been made
Marshall and Weimer went into the
mill race and with woollen lxiwls washed
out some two or three ounces of gold,
and Marshall carried it to Monterey to
ascertain if it were gold. This was the
nearest place where the means to make
the tost could be had.
Colonel Sutter resided at his fort, near
what is bow the city of Sacramento. He
was a Swiss and a classmate of Napoleon
111. One evening, when going down
the Saeremento River in a steam boat.
Colonel Sutter told mo the story of
Marshall’s return from Monterey.
Colonel Sutter said: “1 was in bed. and
it was about two o'clock at night. 1
heard some one ride up to the fort, the
horse running at the top of his speed.
Then a banging at the gate; then 1
heard the clank of the spurs on the
brick floors of the fort; then a pounding
at the door of my room, and when I
opened the door in rushed Marshall,
shouting: "It’s gold! it’s gold I”
At the time Marshall and Weimer
built the mill at Coloma the labor used
was Indian labor. There were no other
white men besides Murshall and Weimer.
Marshall was unmarried and had no
children. I think Weimer had, but do
not distinctly remember.
When Marshall returned from Mon
terey to Coloma he brought with him
about 800 Indians, and took to Webber
Creek, distant about six miles from Co
loma. Therewith his Indians he washed
out a large amount of gold. His part
was sulllcient to buy from Sutter the
saw mill at Coloma. In 1849 Marshall
and John Winter ownod the mill to
gether, and they also owned Winter’s
Hotel. They sold the lumber at $500 a
thousand, aud the demand was greater
than the mill could supply. I paid at
the hotel $100 a week hoard, without a
room. Marshall was then worth more
than $100,000, but his generosity was
without limit. He gave to all who
asked of him. He had no business
ijualiflcations, and when sharp business
men camo in and built up the little town
of Coloma. Marshall was soon traded
out of all his property. His money he
had lent where it would never be re
turned or had been given away.
Then Marshall became a prospector
for gold mines. Several times I fitted
him out with mules, men and provisions
to go prospecting. He knew the coun
try bettor than any other man at that
time, and led the way to many rich
placer mines; but he never found any
that wore rich enough for him. Often
has he left mines where he could take
out six or seven ounces per day to each
man to seek an El Eorado where hun
dreds of thousands could be made in a
week.
Since 1862 I have known nothing of
Marshall, but I concur in the opinion
that it is a disgrace to the State of Cali
fornia that she has suffered Marshall to
die in want To Sutter first and Mar
shall next is California most indebted.
—Henry C. Gardiner, in H. Y. Sun.
TOO LATE.
The Intricate Problem Which Confused
the Colored Goteniun.
We finally came to a toll-bridge, at
the gate of which was a colored man.
The charge for the two of as was seven
cents, and It so happened that neither
of us had even a small bill. A five was
the smallest, and when it was handed
out the toll-keeper was in a fix. He
hadn't change enough into three cents.
“Well, we’ve got to cross," said the
Colonel.
"Reckon you has, but I want dem
seben cents."
“It isn’t our fault if you have no
change.”
"Dot’s true, but I reckon we has got
to fix it somehow. Let’s see? Dar am
free cents cornin’ to you?”
“Yes.’
“Or seven cents coming to me!”
“Exactly.”
"Now.bnss.darcumsmyson Jim. Jim
am lame an’ dean’ git ’long nohow. He
am a good boy, anrI reckon you’ll be
inclin’ to help him a little. He’s ridin’
my ole mule, an’ dat beast hasn't had
any fun since de wah. 'Sposen you let
Jim ride dat tree cents out?”
“How?”
“Why, he nobber crossed a toll-bridge
in his life. It would do him up proud,
you see, an’ nobody knows how much
good it would do de ole mule.”
The Colonel consented, and Jim rode
the beast in the most solemn manner to
the other side. We followed him across
and rode away with the father calling:
“White man, come back heah! How
I gwine to git dat boy back heah widout
payin’ fo’ cents toll at de odder eand!”
—Detroit Free Frees.
—Out of 558 teachers employed last
year in Chester County, Pennsylvania,
327 were females.
—There are live hundred persons em
ployed In the United States signal serv
ice. —> Washington Fast.
SCHOOL AND CHURCH.
—More than three millions of children
kave been gathered into schools for the
ttudy of the Scriptures, through the
missionaries of the American Sunday
school Union.
—The average Sunday plate collec
tions of Rev. Newman Hall's church in
Westminster Bridge Road, London, is
#17o, and of Rev. C. H. Spurgeon s
congregation, in the great Tabernacle,
—The Christian Intelligencer dislikes
the substitution of "signs" for "mira
cles” in the Revised New Testament.
"Miracles," k says, "is a more pleasant
word than signs,^Joth to the tongue and
the ear.
—A Mohammedan nniversitv nine
hundred years older than Oxford is still
flourishing at Cairo as in the days of
Arabian conquests. It contains but
one room, the floor is paved and the
root is supported by 4tXi columns.
—There are 397 institutions in the
world for tho educat’on of deaf-mutes.
Germany has ninety of these, France
sixty-seven, Great Britain forty-six, and
the United States thirty-eight.' Reoent
careful estimates place the number of
these unfortunates in existence at 800,
000.—Chicago Current.
—According to their Tear Book there
has been rapid growth in the Reformed
Episcopal Church during the past eight
years. It has ten Bishops. 103 Presby
ters and deacons. 7,943 communicants,
prosperous Sunday-schools, and ohureh
property valued at #1,021,369.
—In the Tillage of Slate Hill, Orange
County, N. Y , is a Baptist Church
which was built in 1783. It is very
primitive in stylo, and in the gallery
has a pew which was made exclusively
for slaves belonging to members of the
congregation, which once numbered
tire hundred. Tho church is a great
curiosity now, and is vis'ted by many
strangers.—N. T. Tribune.
—A curious incident occurred in the
Parade Church, Shorncliffe. England,
on a recent Sunday. It was found that
the church was besieged by various
kinds of birds, principally swallows.
Every effort was made to dislodge
them, but without effect, and at last
some soldiers were obliged to fire a vol
ley of blank cartridges, which com
pletely routed them. and. the church
being soon vacated, the service was
held.
—At Cambridge, says the London
Truth, the girl undergraduates have
been decidedly "coming on." In last
year’s Mathematical Tripos they had no
wranglers at all. and their best "man”
was only equal to tho forty-fourth on
tho list. This year thoy have two
wranglers, ono coming between the
twenty-fourth and the twenty-fifth on
tho list, the other being equal to the
thirty-fourth. * »
—The people of Trinity Parish. Buf
falo. N. Y., moved into their new
church the other day, and B shop Coxe
held a “service of secularization’’ in
the old church, declaring it "secular
and iinconsocrated, and no longer
within our jurisdiction, but given back
solely to tho protection of the laws ol
the land, and to none other than such
common uses and control as by sad
laws are recognized and allowed.’’—
Buffalo Express.
PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS.
—"I dolovodress!" oxclaimod ayoung
sociotv belle. “Then 1 should think you
would wear more of it,” retorted "the
cynical bachelor friend of middle age.
.—N. Y. Independent.
—You must not expect to catch a big
fish by simply dropping your tackle into
the water and pulling it up again. You
have to offer genuine inducements that
will impress the fish as to your good
faith—sort of worm yourself into his
confidence, as it were, so to speak.—
Lowell (Mass.) Citizen.
—Woman, God bless her bright eyes,
can make roses bloom in the desert, and
when so minded she can give to the
most commonplace affairs of life rather
much of a rainbow look; but to save her
eyebrows sho can’t use a pen without
getting ink on her lingers any more
than she can remember the day of the
month.— Yonkers Statesman.
—A dispatch from Keene, N. II., in
speaking of the killing of an elephant
at that place, says: “The huge beast
fell w.th a dull thud, without a noise of
a struggle.” We are glad we under
stand what a dull thud really is. We
have heretofore been led to suppose it
sounded like a fat man sitting down on
a banana peel. —N. Y. Graphic. *
—When the young man, after four
years’ of hard training, graduates Iron,
college with tremendous biceps and n
phenomenal chest, and enters a single
scull race on the Harlem River, and is
, wiped out by a horny-handed son of
toil, who never heard of Cicero or
Tiberius, or Horace's "Ars Rowetiea,”
then is the time ho wants to know why
he has labored all these weary, weary
years.—ft. Y. Sun.
—The disposition of children not to
allow other children to get ahead of
them is once more illustrated in two
families as follows: “I’ve got a silver
dollar.” “I’ve got two.” "You
haven’t got a baby in yotir house.”
“Yes we have; we’ve "got twins.”
“Well, you haven’t got a crazy grand
father; I havo.”—Boston Herald.
—“I never did take much stock it
that story about tiBh being such fins
brain food,” inadvertently remarked
Smith, “and I take less stock in it than
ever now that I’ve lived off little else,
for some time past. I think I'll quit
them ” “I wouldn’t ill were you, old
boy,” feelingly remarked Smithers.
“you see the fish in order to improve
the brain must have something to work
upon. They can’t create the thing."
And then Smith said that Smithers
talked tor all the world like his wife_
Oil City (Pa.) Blizzard.
—“Cud ye’ help me er little dis
mawnin’, boss?" inquired a limping old
darky. “I’se de erigernal Uncle Tom
in Mis tali Hennery Wa’d Beechah’s
story, entitled 'Pat Dittle Ole Log
Cabin in de Lane.’ My name is Harris,
sah, Geo’go Harris. I’s tryin’ to raise
money enough to git obber to Brook
lyn.” “No, smiled the gentleman im
portuned, “I don’t believe I can do any
thing for you to-day. Uncle Tom.”
“Has yo’ nebber read dat book men
shuned, sah?” “No, I never did.” “Den
yer eddicashun hab ben sadly neglected,
boss. I tuks yer fo’ er gemmen of od
dieashun, ’deed I did.”—Chicago Trib
une.
Foote and the Lawyers.
Foote never tired of roasting the law
yers with his wit, of which a sample
may be given. A simple country farmer,
who had just buried a rich relation, an
attorney, was complaining to him that
the expenses of a country funeral, in
respect to carriages, hat bands, scarfs,
etc., were very great. “Whaf, do you
bury your attorneys here?” asked
Foote. “Yes, to be sure we do; how
else?” "O. we never do that in Lon
don.” “No!” exclaimed the astonished
countryman. “How do you manage?”
“Why, when the patient happen* to die
we lay him out in a room over nigh' by
himself, throw open the sash, lock the
door, and in the morning he is entirely
off.” “Indeed!” said the other, amazed
“What becomes of him?” “Why, that
we can not tell exaotly; all we know is
there's a strong smell of brimstone iu
the room next meaning.”— Temple Bar.
FOK OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
HOW THE BABY GROWS.
The Children's Opinion, i
Nobody sees D'O baby grow.
Baby, dear, with the laughing' eyes,
Who came to our house n year art*.
Looking: e ver so wr.nklcd and wise;
But every day of the Lapp, jear
He ha? taken upon h in some beauty new.
And as itirgmwiujr, why. this is clear.
He never had anything else to do.
Grandmamma savs: ‘ When he's aslcop, >
Then it is that the baby grows."
CK»se to the crib we often prwp
To ^vuteh, but we don’t think grandma
Never a fringe of the golden hair.
('lusterina soft around his brow.
Lengthens the le.ist while we are there.
Aud jet it s growing-the wonder, howl
Teacher talks of chemical things
Which into a seer" V, llle eomhine.
Ami mother, listening, softly s ngs:
“O God. be good to this boy of mine! **
And into the auuny summer days
Or into the wlutry evening.' cold
She weaves the notes of lior Joyful praise
While closely about him her loud arms fold
Nobody a<*es the baby grow.
But over hie rosy little face
The prettiest rinplea of laughter flow.
The dancing dimples merrily cha>e;
The tiny feet are learning to walk.
The rounded limns ure growing strong,
The lisping tongue is learning to talk.
As cheerily pass the days along.
Nobody can explain it all.
But one thing to our thought is clear:
God, who sees if u snarrow fall.
Sent our beautiful baby here.
And mother cares for him day and night —
Fla imj enough when she loves him so—
And God, whenever she puts out the light.
Just looks In and makes nun grow
—Marvairt E. SanytUr, in Jiarjirr* Foimg
People.
GETTING THE VICTORY.
How the Per*lfftent “I Will” Overcame
the Olmit ••Can't.”
Sammie (Jay was bright, genorous,
but very quick tempered. His father
and mother had tried fa thfull) to point
out the foolishness and danger of yield
ing constantly to so dangerous a foe
Frequent punishment had followed pa
ternal counsel, but still Sammie yielded
far too often to the tyrant temper,which
proved after all a hard master to the
kind-hearted boy.
When there was to be a festival at the
Broad Street Church, and Sanimie beg
ged leave to go, his mother said, yes,
he could go, and have fifteen cents to
spend if in the intervening two days he
would not yield once to any improper
show of temper, not that it was any
part of her plan to hire Samruie to do
right, but the wise mother knew that
once in awhile some tempting incen
tive would go a great ways towards |
si mulating a boy to real effort in the
right direction But the mother was
made both glad and sorry,when, on the
afternoon of the festive day, poor Saui
raie declared with a burst of tears that
he couldn’t go, because he got “awful
mad ” that morning and called Tommy
Ting “a hateful, dirty spider,” because
he crawled softly up behind him aud
seared him half out of h's wits.
Mrs. (iay was glad that if Sanimie
was quick-tempered he was not a
coward, but dared to tell the truth,
although it cost him considerable in
the wav of fun and pleasure. And she
did not forget nor neglect to commend
the boy for liis truthfulness, for the af- J
fair happened in the sehool-yard and |
could easily have been conee*aled had !
Saminie bad less courage and con- !
science than diatinguishouhim. So that
evening, when the time lor the fest \al
came, Mrs. (iay invjted Samruie to take
a little walk with her. and during the
pleasant stroll she showed how a hasty
temper betrayed any one into all kinds
of siu and folly.
Then she spoke in her calm, kind
way of the improper language he had
used in calling Tommy Ting the names
he did, language no little gentleman
would soil hi* Tips by using. “Now,
my child,” she added, cheer.lv, “I’ve
heard of an excellent plan for prevent
ing one’s self from saying hasty words
and making improper speeches; when
ever you feel the least angry, stop and
count ten before allowing yourself to
speak one word.”
Sammie thought this a splendid idea,
and declared his belief that he could
ki.l bis unfortunate temper in that way
w'thout doubt. He would try it the
very next day.
And so ho did, poor ch Id, for when
Niek Neal, the bad boy of the school,
taunted him with having failed in spell
ing, he answered never a word, but just
began counting ten with all his might;
but when Nick called out in his most
provoking ton *: “Ah, so the little
parson hasn’t the courage to say a
word!” up went Samiuie'fi bund in
quick reveng *, aud he had to remain in
from receis in the afternoon for strik
ing another boy.
No wonder poor Sammie cried that j
night, and told his sympathizing mother
it was no use, h? oould not con juer bis
temper, it was bound to overcome him
every time.
After Sammie was in bed and set
tling himself “to think over things,”
his mother came into his room with a
book in her hand; and with ready de
light he knew that meant a story before
go ng to sleep. And it was a wonder
ful story, all about a boy who wyn an
astonishing victory in making “I can’t”
yield to “i will.”
ltae hero was not a very strong child,
and every difficult task of duty made
him shrink back and say: “I can't;”
but one night he dreamed a great giant
by the name of "I will" came and con
quered tiie feeble, but persistent, "I
can’t," until it was driven away for
ever. But the great < aptain, under
whose leadership the victory was ac
complished. was named “Persever
ance;" for “l will" did not come off
conqueror at once. There wen1 several
long battles, first; but the boy dreamed
that “I will" was not to be put down,
aud when finally "I can’t" was really
driven away he never came baqk again.
Sammie thought this a splendid story,
as indeed it was; aDd his mother no
ticed how his eyes flashed, and what a
look of strong purpose and resolve
came over his face as he, listened to the
well-told, truthful story.
The next night, when bed-time came,
Sammie looked so happy his mother
said -he knew he had .-omething good
to tell her; and ho laughed, and said '
’twas a long story; but he thought for
all that she would like to hear it; and ,
as his mother certainly did want to ,
hear all about it, he began:
"Well, all the way to school this
morning 1 kept thinking of T* can’t’ j
ami T will,’ and 1 says to mvself: I
will make this old temper of mine give
in; yesterday I thought: Oh! I can’t. I ■
can’t; but now 1 will, and, lirst thing ,
while I was thinking these thoughts, ,
some-one jumped at me and sor,-ached
‘boo’’ as loud as ho could, and there ,
was that bothersome Nick Neal again; ]
aud my lirst thought was: I can’t keep .
my temper, but quick as a flash 1 says: ’
I will! so I just laughed and says: ,
•Well, that was pretty well done, Nick. :
’spose you try it aga’n. ’ Well, he (
plagued me ail the way to school, and ,
that ‘can’t’ and ‘will’ kept up a battle
all the whole way, but ‘will’ came out ‘
victorious."
“Well done,1’ says mother, "I’m
glad to hear that." 1
"But the best of it," continued Sam- <
mie, "was when recess came, Nick i
wanted to borrow a knife and none of
the fellows would lend h’m one. his <
hands were d’rty and he looked so i
mean. I had another battle with s
•can’t’‘and ‘will,’ but up I marched and '
handed Niek ray knife. And if you’ll >
believe it, Mother Gay, Nick used it as i
careful as could bs\ and when he i
brought it back says very like a gen- s
tlenibu: ‘Thank you, Sam. I wou’t «
bother you no more, nor won't Itt OBJ
the other fellows neither.’ ”
••Hut after recess I failed in geog
raphy after I'd spent an!,hour studying
autl thought I knew ray lesson perfect
ly Oh, how 1 wanted to scuff ray feel;
hut then came another battle with
•can’t’ and‘will,’ and I got the better
of in, teintier again.
“This afternoon while we were play
ing ball, Tommy Ting let the hall fly
right at n./ face, and give me the big
gest blow; my, how it hurt! X ached to
nil Tom back, and ’twas the worst bat
tle I’ve had to-day. temper kept say
ing: ‘I can’t restrain myself,' then tlu*
good giant would say: I will;' and so I
said: 'Please try not do that again.
Tommy,’ and he actually wanted me to
take a cent his father gave hitu to
spend, but course 1 wouldn't.
••I bad one bnttie more when cook
wouldn’t give me a biscuit after school?
but it came easy that time, and 1 kinder
imag.ne if I keep right on fighting, by
ami by I won't have so much trouble*
with this temper of mine.”
The tours were in his mother’s eyes
when Saiumie finished his story, ami
that night she read the story of “I
can’t” n.id "1 will” to him again, to
impress it cm bis mind; and now 8am
mie says ho is an out and out warrior,
for he has to light battles every day.
Hut lie also shys it is constantly becom
ing easier to conquer his temper, be
cause “1 can’t’’ is getting tired of hav
ing to give up to “I will:” then others
see what an effort he is making to keop
clown his hot temper ami help him all
they can.
Bamtnlo will conquer nt last, and so
will every dear child who makes tip IPs
mind in earnest to listen to the good
vo.ee of valiant -1 will,” and crush out
the foolish voice of “1 can’t.” One is
small but persistent, the other a giants
but tho boys must never forget that,
many a giaet ever since the days of!
Goliath of old has boon slain by what)
after all is uo stronger than a sling and
a stone, so he must make a strong light
on the part of tho good giant ”1 will!”
—Harriet A. Vheever, in (/ohlen Rule.
SUSIE’S BRAVERY.
How She Saved Her Hrother'a Ufa hj
II wr I'reiMMice of Mind.
One day Mrs. White was obliged to
leave home in the morning and did not
expect to return until the evening. She
felt anxious about leaving her throe
children alone, but it really could not
be helped. So she asked a kind olfl
lady who lived next door to look in at
the children two or three times through
the day to see that uo harm eatue to
them.
The first time the old lady came in,
Susie, who was twelve years old, was
trying to put her two-year-old brother
to sleep, while eight year-old Junri'.o
was amusing herself by lying short
pieces of string to her kitten’s tail anil
then watching her run round mid round
trying to catch it “Well,” said the
lady, “ I am glad to see that you are
: such good children, and 1 hope that
| you will avoid getting into mischief, at
I least till your mamma returns.”
Bui no sooner had the lady left when
Willie suddenly changed his mind
i about going to sleep. Ho sat up in
Susie's lap and struggled to got ou tho
floor.
Susie lot him do as he wished, and
he soon joined in Jennie’s sport with
the kitten.
Susie, thinking tills the best time to
do the sweeping, took up tho broom,
expecting to sweep llio yard and pave
| mont.
j Hut suddenly she hoard a loud
scream, and upon reaching the room
w, ere she had left Jennie and Willies
she almost fainted. For there upon
; tho floor lay Willio, perfectly quiet.
! pale as death, and the blood flowing
I freely from a out In the head.
Willie had only fallen from a chair,
but in his fall had struck his head
against some broken glass which was
lying ou tho floor, which caused a se
vere cut in his head.
To say I lmt Susie was alarmed would
hardly express what she felt, and at
first she did not know what to do. Her
first tlioug.il was to eall out one of tho
neighbors; her second was to run for
the doctor. But, iiad Susie acted upon
either of these thoughts, Willie would
lta.e been left alone with Jennie, who
i was so frightened that she oou’d do
nothing but cry and give an occasional
scream.
Susie felt very much like doing tho
same, but she knew this would be worso
than useless: so she ran qu'ckly for a
large piece of eioth, lift d Willie's bead
! from the floor an 1 bound up the out
tightly in order to stop the Uow of
blood.
Site then la d him upon tho bed. sent
for the do-tor, and began to bathe his
hands and face with told water, until
Willie opened his eyos; but he seemed
very weak.
When the doctor came he told Susie
there was no danger, but that Willio
was very weak from the lost of blood.
When Susie heard that Willie would
not die, as site had feared, she felt so
relieved uud happy that she burst into
tears. And vvhon'she told tho doctor
how it had all happened, he was
amazed. “You arc a brave liitlo
woman. Susio!” he exclaimed, “and
you have saved your brother's life by
your pr.sonce of mind. Had you left
your brother on tne floor bleeding artd.
ran about wildly for assistance, as most
girls of your age would have doue, ho
might have die 1 from the loss of bloo 1.
Few girl i would hare kept their usual
common sense about them as you did.
Even grown people do some very fool
ish tilings when they become frigh'ened.
1 once knew a lady whose houso took
fire one day, and. being anxious
to save some of her bed cloth ng, she
began throwing it out of the window.
In a few moments, however, she felt
that it was time to leave the burning
house, so she took up the baby in ope
arm and a few pillows in the other, ex
pec' ing to throw the pillows out of the
window and carry the baby down the
stairs; but she bad become so fright
ened and had lost her presence of mind
completely, so when she reached the
window she threw the baby out of it
and carried the pillows down the
stairs.”
”0,” cried Susio, when the doctor
had finished, “was the baby killed?”
“No,” said he; “it had fallen upca
some of the bedding and was unhurt.
But it taught the mother a lesson wb'ch
she nev er forgot, nor did she ever ki:e
her pr sence of mind again.
"but I must leave you now. Susie.
Don’t Le anxious about your brother.
I have hotin t his head properly, and
all he needs now is perfect qu:ot. I
will ea 1 again til's evening and give
your mother further directions.” So ho
took up bis hat and cane and loft Susie
to ponder over th; importance ol culti
vating presence uf mud .—School and
Home.
—A simple cure of sleeplessness has
been advised by a Parisian physician
for an American traveling through Eu
rope who suffered from wakeful n'ghta.
The r. iuedy was complete cessation of
mental exertion in the evening, and the
formation o' the habit of retiring at tha
same time oaeli evening. No letter
writing, ro reading of excitable books
was allowed, and the mind was placed
in us placid a state as possible. The
American, who had been a victim of
sleeplessness for years, returned home
cured.*-At. Y. Sun.