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NUMBER 19.
NEWARK, NEW CASTLE COUNTY, DELAWARE, APRIL 26, 1884.
VOLUME VI1.
WHOLESALE and RETAIL DEALER in ALL KINDS of
AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS,
CUCUMBER WOOD PUMPS.
Clover and Timothy Seed, Land
Plaster, &c.
HAVE REMOVED TO 116 & M KINO St,
WILMINGTON, DEL.
Our room und facilities for the display of goods be'ng materi
ally increased; we would invite attention to our line of AGRI
CULTURAL IMPLEMENTS and MACHINERY. Special
attention is called to the new
REMINGrTOIST CORBON PLOW
THE REMINGTON has achieved a reputation unexampled
in the history ol Plows. It is not surpassed in any particular,
hut it is superior in lorm, finish, metal ai d light weight to any
ather cast Plow ever produced. The carbon metal of which it is
made, being largely composed of cast steel, has all the hardness
and scouring qualities ol the chilled iron, and is much stronger,
is the lightest and strongest of the Cast Plows.
Our line ol HARVESTING MACHINERY iS SUPERB;
all new and elegantly finished, with every improvement that
practical experience can suggest.
BINDER is really a mechanical wonder, being reduced to such
simplicity as to place it w ithout a rival. The SELF-RAKE
REAPER, NEW MOWER and LIGHT MOWER; taken
altogether, are beyond doubt the handsomest line of hai vesting
machinery to be found on the Continent, and justly have the
title of CHAMPION.
The new CHAMPION
E. A, Watson
Jacob Gasho A
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Having funned a copartnership aud opened a new shop on New London
Avenue, near Deer Park Hotel, for the manufacture and sale of all kin.la ot
AGRICULTURAL IMPLEMENTS,
Are now ready to supply their patrous with everything in the liue ot Prude
such as
Springfield Vibrating Threshers and Engines, *
JOHNSON MOWER & REAPER,
STRAW AND FODDER CUTTERS,
TWIN HARROWS, U N 1V K RSA I, CULTIVATORS,
- DOUBLE AND SINGLETREES,
FIELD ROLLERS, WHEELBARROWS,
HORSE CARTS & WAGONS made to order.
Cucumber Pumps a Specialty.
WHEELWRIGHTINGand all kinds of REPAIRING neatly and
promptly done aud satisfaction guaranteed.
Farm Gates constantly on hand
N.mnu an» ri.tMvtJ i»oxe to ordeii.
E. A. WATSON A CO.
DELAWARE HOUSE
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Having just taken charge of this house aud having refitted it throughout
in a manner that must meet with the tastes of the moat exacting, I am now
prepared to receive boarders, both transient and regular, at moderate rates.
A. HEST.CLASS LIVERY STABLE
is always essential to a well regulated hotel, and believing this to be so, 1
have added an excellent one in every particular. It will be my endeavor to
cater to the interests of a generous public, lcauis cun be secured nt all
hours, day aud night.
EVAHT W. LEWIS, Prop.
look; to your interest,
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MILLINERY !
In all the new Spring shapes
and styles. Bleached and Un*
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and Table Linens, Ginghams,
Checks and Cheviots at
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Carpets, Mattings, Floor and
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$35 to 75.00
25.00
Ladios' fine Elgiu movement,$35 to 50.00
If these watches are not as
represented and Correct Time
keepers. bring them back. A
full and complete line of Ladies
and Gents' Chains, Charms and
Rings, as well as a very hand
some assortment of Ladies'
Bracelets, Neck Chains, Setts,
Ear-rings, etc., at the very low
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of goods can be bought any
where else for cash, and we
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On Weekly or Monthly Payments.
TERMS:
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Down and $1.00 a Week.
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WILMINGTON, DEL.
MOON MAGIC.
The moon is up in splendor,
And golden stars attend her;
The heav
calm and bright;
Trees cast a deepening shadow,
And slowly oft the meadow
A mist is rising silver-white.
is
closing
Night's
'Rouml half a world reposing
In calm and holy trust.
All seems
rtttins
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, Htill chamber,
•ary heart* remember
the Morrows of the dust.
No
HIGH riDK.
LOVE
Sunset on old Rocky Head; a ribbon
of gold quivering across the level floor
of the deep; a delicious sea-breeze, fresh
from leagues and leagues of green,
cool waves, and an impalpable aureate
mist, through which the far-off sails
glimmered like phantoms.
Annie Wilton saw and felt through
every fibre the beauty of the July
evening as she sat
with wet trails of
aud shells gleaming white amid the
silver sand, printed in odd crinkles by
the ebbing tide.
"How strange it all isl" said she;
"and how very much nicer it is here
than to lie sitting in state in that hor
rid hotel parlor, with the cornices and
mirror-frames all glittering, and the
air full of Lubin's perfumery, and
everybody staring at you to make sure
your face is not imitation and that your
diamonds are real!'
Penfield Acres thought so, too; but,
then, Penfield had a habit of assenting
to whatever Annie said. Annie Wil
ton's eyes had just the velvety blue
ness of the fleur-de lis, and they spark
led so coquettishly that you must have
been a Metliusaleh indeed to resist their
beams.
Pen Acres didn't try. Evidently he
had surrended at discretion long ago.
"Ami is your grandfather as cross as
ever, Annie? said he, pityingly.
Apparently this question was a part
of a conversation temporarily suspen
ded.
a ledge of rock,
-weed at her feet.
Annie made a little gesture of de
spair.
"Oh, Fen, the word don't express it.
Cross? He actually calls me a goose,
and says that you're a shiftless vaga
bond?"
' Does he!" l*en Acres looked a lit
tle discomfited. "For all that Annie,
I am going to marry youl"
Annie looked admiringly at her lover.
If the current of true love was deter
mined not to run smooth, it was some
thing to have so valiant a gondolier
splashing against the ominous tides.
sie, my darling," went on
Mr. Acres, "there remains but one
course, and that is to—"
"Come in out of the dew this min
ute," barked out a horse voice. Don't
you see how chilly it is getting? bo you
want to be sick? Annie, you don't be
have
"V
if you had common sense! As
for Ma. Acres"—with a bounce in that
direction that made poor Pen start—"I
don't except anything like judgement
from Aim/"
"No, sir! I'm aware of that, 1
Acres, recovering himself. "Aunie,
will yoq take my arm back to the
hotel?"
"I'll escort Miss Wilton myself,"
said Grandpapa Wilton, elbowing him
self in. 'Pray don't trouble yourself,
sir!"
So Anna went home an unwilling
little prisoner of war, and Pen Acres
was left to his solitary cigar.
"Oh!" thought Annie, as she put
out her light that night and nestled
into her little white bed, "I do wish
grandpapa would appreciate Pen. And
I don't waut to go to that odious clam
party to-morrow. It will be so hot,
and grandpapa will make me carry
such a lot of shells and stones, and
Fen isn't to bo there, and—and—"
And heie Annie Wilton went to
sleep.
Seven of eight miles west of Rocky
Head, an expanse of silvery sand led to
a plateau of rocky soil, and on this bed
flouiished the moliusk known as
"clam." and not until the last car
riage had discharged its load under a
knot of venerable cedars, did Anna
discover with a start of delight, that
Fen Acres was of the party.
"Oh, Penl" she extlaimed, "I uidu't
know—nobody told me—"
"Exactly so!" interrupted Grandpapa
Wilton, glaring defiauce through his
spectacles on the lover. "I wish you
good-morning, Mr. Acres! Where is
the basket, Annie? and where the
glass jars? Professer Popjoy tells me
the finest asteriadæ in this country are
to be found on this beach, to say noth
ing of crinoids. Every second is of
value. Come, girl—come at once!"
And the old gentleman dragged her
remorselessly off.
"There's no need of our trudiug
back through all this sun, my dear,"
said he, complacently, when Aunie
hinted at the collation probably being
spread. "I've got some excellent
sherry In my basket, and Mrs. Brown—
a very thoughtful woman is our land
lord's wife—prepared me a paper of
sandwiches, which will be a sufficiency
for both."
Annie's heart sank.
"He will be disappointed," (bought
she; and the sherry and sandwiches
received but small honor at her hands,
much to Mr. Wilton's surprise.
"I thought you were so hungry,
child," he said
"No—, grandpapa," she answered,
sadly.
And Mr. Wilton inwardly concluded
that girl's are unaccountable creatures.
The long shadows were stretching
on the bright sands. Annie sat on a
level stone, with an open book in her
hip, when a sudden step sounded on
the Bauds beside her—a hand was
laid on her book."
I
the
she exclaimed, in de
"Pen Acres!'
light.
"You needn't hold up that warning
finger love. 1 saw the Ancient One
mounted
these rocks, but be is too
deep in sea-jellies to notice us. Be
sides, it isn't safe for you to remain
here: don't you see how fast the tide
is coming in."
Annie drew back witn an involun
tary cry, as a huge in-plunging wave
flecked her dress with foam.
"I had no idea it was coming in so
rapidly," she said. "Yes, Pen, we will
walk along."
"Anniel" called out the old man's
shrill voice.
"Yes grandpapa!" and the girl
shrank close under the cliff.
"Are you below there?"
"Yes, grandpapa."
"It's all right. Don't go too far."
"No, grandpapa"
And Mr. Wilton dived once more
into the quarto volume.
"There is a shameful inaccuracy
among our scientific writers on these
subjects," said he to himself. I've a
great mind to write a book myself. I
could tellem' a thing or two, I think.
So he read on and on—and the breeze
grew cooler as the sun went down—and
Grandpapa Wilton suddenly started
from his studies.
"Dear mel it's after seven o'clock.
I hadn't any idea how late it was
Annie! Anniel Come, child, or we shall
be too late for the carriage l" Catching
the book in one hand aud the glass jar
in the other, he began to scramble
down the rocks. Suddenly he paused.
it
"It can't be possiblel" cried he; "and
yet it is. The tide has risen and sur
rounded mel I'm a prisoner on this
point of rock8l"
ne dropped his glass jar in dismay.
The actinia, in no wise dismayed by
the jingle of breaking glass, lo^t no
time in returning to their natural ele
ment; but Mr. Wilton was too much
terrified to perceive their loss. The
dull
of the constantly rising tide
sounded like a dirge in his eara.
"I can't swim!" gasped he feebly.
"I shall be drowned! Help somebody!
—help! help!"
Suddenly a ray of hope lit up his
face. A boat came gliding around the
shoulder of the cliff, containing a man
ar.d a woman.
Mr Wilton, bethinking himself of
the invariable custom of castaways In
romance, knotted his yellow silk hand
kerchief
wildly in the air.
II is signal
kerchief fluttered from the boat, which,
propelled by vigorous strokes, shot
swiftly toward him.
"Why, it's my Annie!" cried Mr.
Wilton; "Fen Acres is with her!
Where did they get the boat? and where
did that young scoundrel come from?
I'll settle him when I'm once off these
rock8l"
He began instantly to scramble
down; but the boat had come to a
standstill, almost twice its own length
from the spot where he stood.
"Como a little nearer!" bawled the
old gentleman, hugging the quarto
volume to his breast. "Do you take
me for a sea gull, to fly across?"
"That must be a very pleasant sit
uation for you sir,
Acres, standing up in the boat and
wiping his brow.
"Then why the deuce don't you come
and take me off?" roared Mr. Wilton.
"Because I wish to settle terms of
our treaty first," said the unmoved
Acres.
"Of our treaty?"
' Exactly!" 6aid Mr. Acres. "Can
I have your grand-daughter?" «
"Can 1 marry Pen. grandpapa?"
echoed Annie,
"No!" cried Mr. Wilton; "certainly
not!"
his cane, and waved it
answered. A hand
observed Fen
a
"Just as you please," said Pen, re
seating himself, and taking up the
oars. "How very fast the tide is ris
ing, to be sure!"
Mr. Wilton looked apprehensively
down the cliff. Acres was right—the
tide
rising.
"You're not going off to leave me
here," he pleaded, "to be drowned like
a dog?"
"Do I understand that I have your
consent to marry Annie Wilton?"
"N—no!"
- The answer was a trifle less decided
this time.
Mr. Acres gave the oars a pull;
Grandpapa Wilton uttered a shout of
remonstrance.
"Pen, darhngl" pleaded Annie, lay
ing her hand on his arm.
"My love, he's as safe and as ob
stinate as possible," said Pen; "and
we can't afford to raise the siege just
yet."
All this time the boat was sTowly
rocking away toward the sunset, and
Mr. Wilton was shouting unheeded
words of summons.
He auvanced a step making an im
promptu speaking trumpet of his
bands. "C-o-m-e-b-a-c-kl" roared he.
Pen pulled around in a second.
undutiful, irreverent,
evil-minded young scampi" said the
old gentleman.
"Was that what you wanted to say,
sir?"
"Yes; but—hold onl Come back I
sayl It wasn't all I Only take me off
these confounded rocks, and you may
marry Annie forty times, for all I
care!"
"Y
"Once will be quite sufficient, sir,"
said Pen with commendable gravity.
"Oh, grandpapa, l am sogladl" cried
Annie, laughing and crying in the
same breath.
Mr. Wilton descended
the boat,
still tightly holding the quarto volume.
He felt that he, was vanquished; yet it
was something to be off that frightful
ledgo of rocks, and after all he had
I never heard anything so very bad of
Pen Acres, and Annie was a good,
sweet-natured little girl; and—
Suddenly, a soft, cool cheek was laid
against his own—a tender arm encir
cled his neck.
"You are not vexed with us, dear,
dear grandpapa?" whispered Annie.
' You're a foolish girl!'
But the tone did not correspond with
the words.
"Then you forgive us?"
"Yes, child, I forgive you: but you
. Such a fa
needn't quite choke
mous actinia!" sighed the old gentle
man. "And the jar all broken to piecesl
and the finest razor shell I ever came
across gone—utterly gonel But after
all. Pen, my boy, I was young onoe my
self."
Grandpapa Wilton had lost his
grand-daughter and his actinia, and
was a question which l e regretted
most.
Homeward glided the little boat over
the moonlight tides, and all three
were silent.
Was Annie Wilton thinking that
the long, long, cruise of life had just
begun for her? But Annie was happy;
and Pen Acres' silence was that of
perfect content.
Grandpapa Wilton did not know
glad or sorry, all things
whether he
considered.
"Can you give me a date?'
bewhiskered man at the desk was ask
the
ed.
"What is your line, young man
can you dance or are you a good con
versationalist?"
The caller waltzed down the room in
answer to the first question, and rattled
off a lot of small talk as a sample of
the second.
"You'll do," said the dealer; "but
have you a dress suit? No? Well, that
makes no difference, i'll furnish you
the swallow tail. .Let
have on my books. The only thing 1
see," he coutmued, after a brief search
"is a call for a whist player to attend a
party this evening. One of the expect
ed guests has beeu taken ill and the old
lady must have her rubber. How are
you on wliist?"
This was too much of a drop in
accomplishments, and the visitor with
drew his application. But the mer
chant in young men is an enthusiast in
Ills business, and was only too willing
to c iscuss the matter.
"Business has been fine all through
the season, and just at present it is
particularly rushing.
"Are there many men in your line?"
asked the caller,
"I know but one other
the reply, "but I do the bulk of the
trade."
"Which class of young men are the
most desirable?"
"Any talented youth can make a
good living during the winter months
by applying here. The greatest de
mand is for dancers, but that is not
the oily necessary qualification. Brains
have a show now and then. One
young man I lend to fashionable debat
ing societies—the side of the question
taken by that man is always the winning
side. Then old dowagers send around
for card-players. My card-players are
all trained men, and they are careful
not to win too often. They come
high, as their work is very tedious.
But they always have the chance of
being reupftibered in wills, and that is
no Binall inducement. One
$10,000 that way *last year, and since
then this branch of mr business has
been picking up."
"Do the dancing men ever make a
successful match by means of their
graceful evolutions?"
"I cannot answer that question, as it
would injure the chances of two young
men. But 1 will say that the odds are
not so very much against such a thing
happening. "
"Do you have applicants enough to
fill the demand?"
"Oh. yes, I l ave applications in
plenty, but it is not every man who
applies that receives an appointment.
Only yesterday a man called here for a
situation. He said that he had experi
ence having been one of the first to
enter the profession. I had no doubt
of it, but he was too far gone to fill
the bill. He weighed over 200 pounds,
so you can see he was no fairy."
"IIow many men have you had at
one time in any reception or party?"
"Fifeen or twenty. But that was
exceptional case. There had been
great rivalry between two belles of
Madison avenue, and each desired to
outdo the other in the way of the
number of men at her reception. One
of the young ladies engaged me to fill
her parlors for her it necessary. By
ill luck she chose a night when many of
her gentlemen friends were out of the
city. Then I stepped into the breach
and threw my men into position and
the belle across the way must have
turned green when she saw the success
of her rival."
"What do your proteges do in the
day time?"
"Some are clerks with good salaries
who derive pleasure from their even
ing's enjoyment, while others depend
upon their evening's work for a liveli
hood. In the summer many of them
go to watering places, where danceable,
talkable and eligible young men are
always wanted to fill the places of
yachting gentlemen and other rowing
spirits who prefer nature and out-door
sports to life on the carpet."
The conversation
the entrance of fashionably dressed
lady, who looked askance at the inter
viewer. The right eyelid of the dealer
drooped just a trifle and the reporter
withdrew, not wishing to retard buai
see what I
was
struck
broken off by
a
Tb« nt«h Lake of Trinidad.
A recent writer says I visited the
so called Pitch Lake, Trinidad, Septem
ber 30, 1882, landing per steamer at
La Brea, on the west coast of Trinidad,
about forty miles south of the port of
Port-of-Spaln. The lake in question
is situated about one and oue-half
miles from the shore. There is a gentle
ascent of 140 feet from the shore to the
lake. The name "lake" is a misnomer,
if we understand by the term a cavity
containing a liquid. The contents of
this cavity, or supposed cavity, is a
concrete, slightly flexible mass of pitch ;
it is a level plain, on which bushes, and
patches of vegetable formations, and
pools of water are seen here and there
over the surface. There is no difficulty
in walking or wading over it from end
to end, or from side to side. The shape
of this plalu is a sort of ellipse or avoid.
The water in the pools is rain-water,
having a slight iron taste. Arriving
the plateau, I found, first, a num
ber of chestnnt-colored females wash
ing and bleaching linen, and in other
parts a number of two-wheeled carts,
drawn each by a single horse, in the
act of being loaded with pitch. Scat
tered here and there over the surface
were to be seen dark, yellow-brown
colored men with pickaxes, digging
out large clods of pitch, which boys
gathered out from the pit aud piled up
for the carters. The pitch, at. almost
every blow of the pickaxe, broke off
with a resinous fracture quite easily.
Each lump of pitch exhibited air cav
ities of the size of a pigeon's egg, larger
or smaller. 1 was informed by the
diggers that they never dig deep enough
to find pitch soft and plastic ; but they
asserted that in a couple of days the
cavity which they had dug would be
again level with the surrounding plain.
This assertion, I think, must be taken
with considerable reservation. This
pitch deposit, 1 imagine, like any other
mineral deposit, will become entirely
exhausted in the course of time, re
sembling in this respect our oil wells
in Pennsylvania. But it will take a
long time to do this, for the area of this
visible deposit is about 100 acres, which
is equivalent to 4,300,000 feet, and
4,360,000 feet surface and 1 foot deep
will give the same number of cubic
feet Now, allowing the weight of one
cubic foot of pitch to be 00 pounds
(it is really more), we shall get by com
putation, 261,360,000 pounds, which
number divided by 2240 gives 116,678
tons for the weight of a siDgle layer of
pitch on Pitch Lake, 1 foot deep.
How deep this pitch deposit is, abso
lutely is not yet known with accuracy,
or even approximately.
Mtblas Paper Falla.
There is a paperware factory hi Syra
cuse, New York, that is intended to
turn out 500 paper pails per day. The
following is the manner of making the
pails. Rags and paper waste are steam
ed in vats for a few hours and then
thrown into beating troughs, which are
partly filled with water. The "beating"
is done by a revolving cylinder with
fifty knives, set at different angles. The
knives ieduce the rags to a dirty purple
pulp and change the newspaper wrap
pers to a soft mass. About 400 pounds
of material are put under each beater.
When paper and rags are each reduced
to pulp the opening of a trap lets it run
into the stuff chest in the cellar. One
part of rag pulp to three of paper is
into the chest. When pumped from the
stuff chest into the trough of the wind
ing machine the future pail looks like
thin water gruel. A hollow cylinder
covered with brass wire splashes around
in the trough and the pulp clings fast to
the wire. After the cylinder has per
formed a half revolution it comes in
contact with another cylinder, covered
with felt, that takes off the pulp. As
the large cylinder gees down on the re
turn trip, and just before dipping into
the trough again, all little particles of
pulp sticking to the wire are washed off
by streams of water from a sieve. On
the inside of the cylinder is a fan
pump that discharges the waste liquid.
From the felt-covered cylinder the pulp
is payed on to the forming cylinder, so
called. It is about the shajie of the
paper-cone caps worn by bakers and
cooks, but made of solid wood and
covered with zinc with the small end, or
bottom part of the pail, toward the
workman. The forming roll drops au
tomatically when pulp of the required
thickness is wound around it. From
here the now promising pail is put in
the pressing machine, which looks some
thing like a silk-hat block, in six sec
tions, with perforated brass wire upper
faces. The sections move from and to
a common centre, and the frame is the
exact size of the pail wanted. The
workman dropped his damp skeleton of
a pail into the frame, touched a lever,
aud the sections moved to their centre
and squeezed the moisture out of the
pall. The pail is still a little damp, and
spends a few hours in the drying room
at a temperature of about 150°. The
sections of the pressing machine maik
the bands which are seen on the finished
pail. After it is dry the pail is ironed,
or calendered, as it is called. The pail
is drawn, like a glove, over a steel form
ing roll; which is heated, and is ironed
by another revolving calender, with
steam thrown on the pail to keep it
moist, as if it were a shirt bosom. The
pail, or rather its frame, is pared at each
end, punched with four holes to fasten
on the handle, and corrugated, or chan
neled, for the putting
hoops. A wooden plate, large enough
to spring the pail so that the bottom can
be put in, is inserted and the paper bot
tom held under a weight which drops
and knocks the bottom where it belongs.
The hoops are then put on.
The factory has a machine of its own
invention for the bending of the hoop
into shape. After it lias been cut to
of the iron
the proper length and width the straight
strip of Iron is run over a semi-circular
dge of steel, on which it is firmly held,
and drops on the floor a round hoop
with a fold in the middle to catch the
top and bottom edges of the pail. After
a waterproof composition is put on, the
pail is baked in a kiln for about forty
eight hours at a temperature of between
200 and 300 degrees. It is dried after
its first coat of paint and sandpapered,
and then takes two more coats of paint,
with a drying between, and a coat of
varnish which is baked on, before—with
its wooden handle and its brass clamps
—the pail is ready for the hand of the
dairy maid, hostler or cook. The advo
cates of paper pails claim that they are
lighter, cheaper and more durable than
those of tin or wood.
Ihe '»înjuu'ë Fate."
One of the oldest landmarks in the
village of Delhi, N. Y., was a large
hollow chestnut tree, which stood in
Main street. It bad grown to such huge
dimensions as to occupy at least one-half
of the sidewalk. During the last three
or fouryeara the tree has been dying, and
as many of its dead branches hung over
the walk, the authorities feared that
some one might be injured by them in
falling, so gave an order that the tree be
removed. The work was begun by saw
ing off the limbs. When this was done
workmen began to saw the trunk off
about three feet above ground. They
had sawed only one-third through when
struck a hard, metallic sub
had to stop. Axes
the
stance, and the
were secured and the tree eut open. To
the surprise of everybody the- obstruc
tion to the saw
found to be an old
pistol of French design, bearing the date
of 1749. It was covered with rust, and
the date was almost undiscernlble. Im
mediately below the ancient weapon lay
a hum in skull, in the centre of the fore
head of which was a round hole evident
ly*made by a bullet. The news spread
like wildfire through the village, but no
one ventured an explanation of the
strauge find. There has for a long time
l>een a tradition regarding the tree, but
it was not until recently that a corres
pondent learned the true story., when he
called upon Abram Johnson, who lives
about a mile outside the village, and who
is now in his ninety-third year. r.
Johnson had not heard of the discovery,
but readily recalled the story of the tree
which he had heard from his grand
father, who was an officer of the Revo
lution. "That tree," said Mr. Johnson,
"must be nigh onto two hundred years
old. Why, my grandfather used to tell
boys about playing around that tree
when be was a lad, an' that is over a
hundred yeaisago, an' 'twas an old tree
then. Lemme see," and he reflected a
moment; "Oh yes, I can remember what
he used to tell us about that tree. When
he was young they called it the 'Injun's
fate,' from the fact that an Injun was
once hanged there for murderin' a poor
white girl in cold blood. She war a
pretty thing, an' the Indian who war a
sort o' chief in his tribe—I forget what
tribe it war— wanted her to become bis
wife. She refused, an' he met her one
night just about dusk an' quarreled with
her under that tree. There was no
settlement here then, only a few scat
terin' cabins éf the hunters. Nex'
mornin' arter they were seen under that
tree the poor girl
the tree thar' was a pool o' blood found.
All efforts to trace the crime failed, but
it was deemed certain that the Injun bad
killed her, ana the few while men that
lived about here made a sort of vigilance
committee and swore vengeance on him.
They captured him one day au' took
him to the tree an' prepared to hang
him. He begged piteously to be allow
ed to live, but they were unrelenting,
an' then he grew sullen and would not
speak. Even when he had the rope '
around his neck he wouldn't tell what
he had done with the girl. No doubt
this explains it all. The tree must have
been hollow, aud he dropped her and
the pistol he did the shootin' with in
there aud thought to conceal his crime.
Th' affair made a good deal ol excite
ment in them times."
missing. Under
Utilising Tlual l'oi
Nuuieious attempts, says an ex
change, have been made to turn to pro
fitable account the mechanical power
stored up in the rise and fall of tides,
but hitherto without any general
practical result. Two ideas mainly
have been worked upon, the first being
that of elevating a weight by the rising
tide aud converting its desoeut into
motive power, and the second that of
constructing water sheds which are
influenced by the ebb and flow of the
title. A new departure in this direct
ion has been taken by Prof. Walker,
who proposes to utilize the power of
the tide in a very simple manner, to
compress air by which to raise the
wattr thus used for compression to any
given height, so as to obtain a good
head or fall for driving machinery.
Moreover, the water thus used need
not necessarily run to waste, but can
be used over aud over again. The
feasibility of this invention is shown
by some apparatus which is fitted up
in a warehouse in London, the
satisfactory working of which we
recently witnessed. Although the
apparatus is only in model, water was
elevated by stages twenty-lour feet
high in one instance, aud in another
eighteen feet high, traveling a distance
of about sixty feet horizontally from
the starting poi nt, shown g in the latter
case that it is not at all necessary that
the apparatus should be in or even
near the tidal river or the sea.
Ids nothing is more
For burns or
soothing than the white of egg, which
may be poured over the wound,
is softer a* a varnish for a burn than
collodion.
It