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4 > / 7 Devoted to Industry, Commerce and Education. — In Politics, Republican ; in Religion, Christian; in all things Progressive. SATURDAY, MARCH 2, 1889 / ygroTH □jl Present Circulation, Fifteen Hundred. Vol. 1, No. 1. Our Two Pets. A snap as in play, and man's best friend Is doomed to his death by a brother ! How sad that the seeds of woes descend From one stricken soul to another ! A wound whether given to body or mind, May drink in a virus most deadly ; )w few are the forces with health entwined: The causes of death, what a medley ! Dear Carlo whose face all aglow with thought Beamed fondly on all who knew him, Met kindly the poor crazed friend that brought The weapon of God that slew him ! The stricken one reeling in dire distress, His fangs with the venom all dripping, Returned for our pitying*pets caress A blind or a frolicsome nipping. No heed to the trifling scratch was paid, No thought of the do. m impending, Till thought and love from his features fade A demon's with his now blending ! No fear was felt o'er the mark we found On the hand of Willie^ his master, Till two fierce firel)alls"glared around, Proclaiming his own disaster ! More grief than terror was then expressed, Exclaiming, "Oh mamma, see him ! " Our horrible fate now manifest In spasms that soon should free him ! In vain we tortured the dear little hand And summoned the "skilled" physicians ; praying to understand, The "lovt" in these terrible missions ! Oh, is there a far seeing faith whose|jeyes Set God in the most appalling? While serpents in every paradise Neath every flower arc crawling ! II In vain still J. B. B. Corrie. BY KATYDID. It was a cold, gray morning in January when Corrie Durham came to take charge of the office at Clinton. We were expect ing her, but not altogether as she ap pcared, and there was some confusion among the cterks when the trim figure of the little telegraph girl appeared at the window and announced^her name. "She's a darling!" "Lucky boy 1 " said two voices simultaneously from a near desk as George Howard passed from the office into the waiting room. "Do you not feel too wearied to work this morning?" he asked, looking ad miringly at the girl. "The presiding operator leaves at noon I might get some one to relieve you to-day if you are very tired." "Oh, no, thank you ! I slept soundly all the way, and then I am anxious to ■ speak to Jack—he is somewhere on this line." They were passing out into the open air, and she was seized with a sudden coughing which sounded a little forced to young Howard, who, strange to say, felt a sinking and burning near the heart just then. They reached the office, went in to gether, and Corrie, after exchanging a few minutes conversation with the opera tor, bade him good-by, and sat down to the table where two or, three instruments were chatting away at a lively speed. "It seems so natural to be here. I like the tone of this sounder," she said, pull ing off her gloves, and Upping the key with what seemed to George unusually small fingers. The next instant she seized a blank and was copying a message that came in quick, close dots and dashes, not too swift for her pen, however, judging from the way it raced across the sheet. "O K—C—CN," said Corrie, as soon as the instrument was still, meaning all right, and giving her private letter as well as those .of the'office. "Who?" " ticked the inquisitive sounder. "Corrie," wrote the little white fingers. Pretty name. Glad 2 have u on our wire. I work the key from 9 till 12—B glad 2 hear u often," said the invisible operator. "Thanks," said Corrie. morning." "Here's another," ticked the importun ate instrument; "eighty-seven words." Her pen seemed to take wings and fly across the page while copying the tele gram "Good- "Ha! ha!" she laughed. "He thought he would 'rush' me, but I'm no 'plug'— please pardon me, Mr. Howard 1 That word is hardly considered slang on the wire. It is a peculiar dialect of opera tors ; plug is a word that all beginners understand." "Is it?" he asked, and laughing a little, arose to leave. "You must come in again," she said. He thanked her, and touching his hat, passed out. On going back to the office, many were the queries of the clerks concern ing "the little telegraph girl" as she was ever afterward called. He answered them all good-naturedly. "Her face is as round as a hall," said a last year's umpire. "I like the way she looks at you, too, with her big brown eyes—I'm struck, he candidly affirmed, winking mischievously at one of his com rades. Howard's lips grew firm under the blonde mustache, and presently there was a lull in the conversation. His dreams were all delightful that night, and the morning found him un usually early at his post. He called upon Corrie that evening and the next, and the two soon became fast friends. One day, about a week after her arrival, he fonnd her decorating her room. "Come and help me," she said, want these curtains up, and I'm not tall enough to reach to the top of the window; you are—you'd make a good ladder." "Yes," he said, laughing, "I would, and I'm glad of it ; I shouldn't like to be looked down on." 'I It was a cosy little office. There were reaches of carpet here and there, and some rugs, an arm-chair before the stove, a tiny clock, and bits of bric-a-brac upon the table, and a cage with a canary which was jubilant with song. "Isn't he a treasure? Corrie asked, seeing how admiringly her friend listened to the bird. "He is, Indeed; but who wouldn't sing here ?" Howard replied, letting his eyes warder about the room. "Do you sing ?" questioned Corrie. "Do you ?" "Yes ; a little. I have such a sweet toned guitar at the house." "Let me walk home with yau, please, and hear it. I like the guitar. " "Very well. I suppose I can go now; the wires have been unusually quick to day. Wait just a minute, please." Going to the instrument, she began calling rapidly. Some one answered. "Good-night, dear," wrote her hurry ing fingers. "G. H. is going along to open the gate. He is so good. I am in love with him—ha ! ha I Call me to morrow morning. I couldn't get along without our nice chats over the wire, Jack. "Good-night, and God bless you?" drummed out the instrument, making glad the features of the orphan giri, and strangely serious those of her companion, who was watching her intently. "We can go now, she said, rising and putting on her gloves. The snow crushed under foot as they walked, the air was cold and biting, and the wind blew with freezing intensity, upon them. "Isn't it cold ?" Corrie said; "and it looks so warm over there in the west." He held the gate open without speak ing. "Thanks—you are so good 1 " she told him when he again joined her. "That seems to be a favorite expression of yours—so good," he replied, glancing at the gloomy old house they were ap proaching. She looked up into his face. "Yes, it is, but you don't seem to like it." "Oh, yes, I dol " I always look cross when I'm cold. I'm very impatient at times, and that old gate is as slow to turn on its hinges as some people are to comprehend." She laughed childishly,and the sarcasm died in his heart instantly. She sang in the firelight. Her voice was low, and the words had a melting tenderness that brought unshed tears into her own beautiful eyes. Howard looked into the fire while she sang, and when she ceased he took the guitar. "You shall not sing longer; it makes you sad, and I cannot bear that. I love you too much to ask you again. I want you to believe what I say, too ; for I do love you." He drew his fingers across the wires. "1 will sing something more cheerful. " 'Come where my love lies dreaming, Dreaming the happ> hours away.' "— He turned toward her, and saw that she was crying softlv. "Dont I" she begged. "Jack used to sing that 1" A silence followed ; and the next thing Howard was entirely conscious of was his effort to lift the ponderous gate that opened on the highway. The church bells were ringing when Corrie awoke, and all the morning her office seemed peculiarly lovely. She wondered if Mr. Howard would come in that day, and smiled despite herself as she thought of his sudden departure the evening before. She must have said something to wound him, but she felt no remorse in her heart for asking him not to sing Jack's song. She would explain to him more satisfactorily next time. But her face grew woefully serious—perhaps he wouid not come again. How the sun glimmered on the snow 1 She walked to the door, opened it, and stood looking down the platform. Two ladies were approaching. One was pretty and prettily dressed. It must be Miss Olivia Brown. She had heard Mr. Howard speak of her. Each knew the other at a glance. Corrie's lips shaped themselves for a smile, which was slain the next instant by the cruel words of the passer by. "Such a common girl 1 " she was say ing to her companion—"a perfect play thing for George—you should hear him laugh about her. Look how she stares at us ! If he continues his visits there, I shall discard him." Corrie disappeared from the door. She sat in her chair, leaned her elbows upon the telegraph table, and dropped her face in her hands. Her heart—how it ached ! For hours she sat there. The instruments called and called—no answer from "CN." The wind wizzed across the panes and seemed wrestling with those taunting words. " "Common girl. Perfect plaything." She could endure it no longer, and hurrying on her long gray cloak, she locked the office door and started home. Soon there came quick steps and glad voices behind. She lowered her veil. They passed, and, looking after them, she recognised the tall figure of George Howard and Miss Brown. Of all the strange freaks of love this one phase of it baffles me. How he,, whose heart was full of Corrie, although aggravated by one of her whims, could so conceal his true feelings by pretended fondness for another, I say it baffles me. In his heart Corrie's image was secondary to none ; he held it there securely, like the gold clamps of a ring about a dia mond setting ; and yet he brushed past, - T I In presenting to the eye the above familiar corner, at 7th and Market, Wimlington, we can only hint at the high character of this double, rep resentative, busi ness institution, for such it is, and not a mere fice. rest atisfied with saying that the well merited honor of the old firm name is being enhanced by the new man agement ; but it should be added that the selection of Mr. Taylor who is the present head of the firm, for Pre sident of the Board of Trade, was no hollow com pliment; but a nat ural recognition of superior, practical ability and known integrity ■;y '. , ,. ■ SB . ■ ;i - m#L . Xlfffl Mr . r « Of We might Ë ! r ... 3 ',U' f * "r-S 'J MMttJÊÈÊ jjm OKERS ||Vc|j i'-'j ■J ' : i I HEPS 2^5 „••• - * HEALD & CO., SEVENTH AND MARKET STREETS, WILMINGTON. pretending not to know her, and guided Miss Brown over the rugged and uneven path. He did not go into her office all the next day, and now that the novelty had worn off, Corrie wished she had never come to Clinton. She spoke to Jack early that morning about the state of her spirits, and he declared he would come on the south bound train, and go with her to her Western home. It began to rain about noon, and the showers froze as they fell. The trees drooped before night-fall with their icy armor, and many of the wires were broken down. Only one of Corrie's in struments was working, and that feebly. She had nothing to do, and going over to the window, peered out at the ap proaching train, wondering if it would make a safe journey North over the ice coated rails. Sitting there in a half dreamy, half bewildered state, she saw, or seemed to see, George Howard assist ing some lady into the Pullman sleeper. She shuddered intuitively, wondering who it was en route on such a tempestu ous and dangerous night, but Miss Brown's smiling face appearing at the window soon dispatched her own from the pane, beside answering her query. The whistle sounded, the engine pulled out, and the train was gone. She went back to the window, and sat looking up at the clouds. How dark it was getting ! Not a star peeped through the curtained sky. The wind blew in whirls, twisting and breaking off the twigs of the trees. How weird the shat tered ice sounded as it fell against the panes 1 Suddenly, as if from a great draft, the door flew open, and George Howard's face appeared, livid with excitement. "Oh God 1 O God !" he cried, stumb ling to a chair. "I'm lost—lost—the trains—I gave the wrong order !" "Calm yourself," said Corrie, spring ing to his side. "Where were they to meet ?" "At Tunnel Hill—number seventeen has passed." "Is there no intervening station now between the trains ?" she asked, her eyes staring wildly into his. "One—Village Springs—but the wires are all down," he said, and swooned. Corrie moaned as the truth—all the truth—of that terrible statement became clear to her mind. She darted over to the table, seized the key, and, making the danger signal, began calling wildly, on the only remaining wire, with excited : j t _ V« » The circuit epened and closed, and there was a faint flutter of the relay. Laying her ear over it, she asked, still . • ' * y "Where is number seventeen ?" ' The h relay trembled, the sounder 1 She k eaire n d d ag h aTn:- S * S ' r ° ng j "Where is number seventeen, I say?" I "Coming round the bend," ticked the | instrument loudly. I Display red signal and side track, the I r ' b Village first train—quick I' wrote the brave little hand. returned from the "O K, Springs' operator. This was all she knew until, several hours later, she found herself in her brother Jack's arms, and her lover beside her. "O— h !" she murmured, on looktng into George's troubled eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were a train dis patcher ?" Then she hid her face on her brother's shoulder, recollecting all Mr. Howard had heard her say over the wire. "Why didn't you tell me who Jack was?" he asked, stroking her curls and smiling gravely. Miss Olivia made a safe journey, but she will never know, perhaps, that her life would have been dashed out by two colliding trains had it not been for a small, fair hand. She received a neat invitation card shortly afterward, but did not attend the wedding. ~ . . , , , , effiaent . an element of elocution, that ?" e f d > v '"e 'vas led to excla.m, c Thank f° T d for ° 1 ,T hat P 3 ? tbe : Sc | ence °f Language wh.ch treats of the nature and classification of the elements s Pf ch > is called Orthoepy, which ' te " U ? . n * ca , ns correc speaking ; while tha * hlch ' reats of , the w " tten re P re : sentatives of those elements, is called ' Orthograpy, which means correct writing, 1 as what we caU s P elIin 8 is involved ° nl y j But ' M definitio '?' l lan S ua & e « , th <j I ex P ressl °" ° f thought- and its original | and constant relations to thought, give it I a11 lts . ™P ortan "- Th «"S hte are com ' I P osed of ,deas ; , bence ' , becaUi \ e sentences express thoughts, and words express ideas, sentences are composed of words. I Speech, in its highest development, is a I rich endowment, and a wonderful facility for social intercourse. When listening to a fluent speaker, the imagery in his mind is so perfectly reproduced in ours, that we lose sight of him while we see the same things, think the same thoughts, and experience the same emotions that lie does. So in solitary, silent reading, we become oblivious of the printed page, as the ear is of the air through which music comes, and the eye of the light which paints the landscape on its retina. Speech and thought seem mutually dependent, the development and im provement of each keeping even pace with the other. The analysis of language and the classification of its elements have led to a systematic arrangement of all that has been learned about it, and this is called Grammar. The names of some of the quantities of language are : word, phrase, clause, proposition, sentence. These may be EDUCATIONAL UNCLE JOHN'S TALKS With the Boys and Girls. None too old join this class. LANGUAGE. This word is derived from lingua, the Latin for tongue; but just how the * got changed to a, is not so easy to explain ; probably, somewhat as long since came to be "lang syne" in Scotch. Literally, the word language means longuage, which is a pretty good name for speech, because the tongue is the principal organ employed in it. Hence, one's native language is sometimes called his mother tongue ; and when one gets too talkative, he is occasionally advised to hold his tongue. But the lips, teeth, palate, nose, trachea, and lungs, are just as guilty as the tongue in excessive speech ; and there is quite as much propriety as elegance in the expression "he has too much lip. " There is hardly as much philosophy in hold your jaw," as in "stop your blowing ;" and none of these can be considered classical. The lungs and trachea produce voice ; and the other vocal organs make the obstructions to breath and voice, which constitute articulation. In speech the open, unobstructed vocal sounds are known as vowel sounds, while those which result from articulation are called consonant sounds, which, according to the articulating organ employed, are classed as labials, linguals, palatals, dentals, nasal or aspirate. Every boy and girl can analyze spoken words for him or herself by uttering them slowly,and noticing carefully what organs are used. For example, in speaking the word obligation, we hear nine sounds, the ist, 4th, 6th and 8th being vowel, the 2d, labial, the 3d, lingual, the 5th, palatal, the 7th, imperfect lingual aspir ate, and the 9th, linguo nasal. It is interesting to notice that vowel sounds give audibility to words at a distance. Hence, there is no word without one or more of them; i, a and o, are the three English words, each consisting of a single sound. This'affords great economy in view of the frequent repetition of the first and second, while the last is so spoken or written, and are the subject matter of Grammar. The following are recognized only in writing or print ; paragraph,verse, section, article,chapter, part, volume, book,work, library. These are not related grammatically, but only logically. Words, the smallest quantities of lan guage, have been classified in Grammar on six different bases : in respect to their sounds, their derivation, their structure, their meaning, their use and their mutual relations. Until recently, Grammar has dealt chiefly with words, and largely with the physical forms of words. The great advance within a few years, consists in applying analysis to the thought side of language. This deals with the meanings, uses and relations of words. In respect to fundamental meaning, there are three classes of words that express ideas ; in respect to the customary use made of these meanings in speech, there are ten classes ; and in respect to the mutual relations into which words enter by com bination, there are seven classes. Now, boys and girls,kind nephews and nieces, I should like to have you that know something of Grammar, write out and send to the Editor, the names of the three classes, the ten classes, and the seven classes, above referred to ; and especially to give your opinion, as to why there are three, ten, and seven classes, on these three bases, and neither more nor less. In some future "Talks," I will explain what you do not know about it. Yours to aid, Uncle John. THE COMING INSTITUTION. College of Conservation, Economy and Utilization of Forces and Inventions. It may not be generally known that an institution of the above description is to be established in Newport ; but we recommend it, we have selected the site, the details oi the plan are being arranged, and it will exist, just as soon as it is organized. Seriously, it would be a valuable acces sion to the country's educational and industrial facilities. The most important conception of modern science is that of "the correlation of forces and the conser vation of force." This great discovery relates to natural forces, but, as the forces developed by art are only the utilization of an infinitesimally small portion of the known forces of nature, the world's present knowledge and needs imperatively demand that more attention shall henceforth be given to the conser vation, economy and utilization of the world of forces, which are everywhere recognized, and more or less under human control. Not a millionth part ot the forces known and measurable, are saved when within our grasp, or utilized. Again, there are thousands of invaluable inventions made daily in all departments of human effort, which are never applied where they ought to be, and so are lost ; while thousands of inventors give to the world daily, the most valuable practical inventions, which ignorant cupidity adopts upside down, or wrong end fore most ; and the worthy inventor and the worlds of science and art are robbed of their just dues. All this is to be remedied by and by, by the "Newport College of Con servation." Men of action, clear the way ! The lot is ready : who will donate the building ? The faculty are waiting to be called. Science and Art are longing for it. We must not always associate Schools with education. Mental development and discipline are going on wherever minds are acting or being acted upon. Stores, offices, shops, saloons, play grounds and streets, are educating rightly or wrongly. THE SWALLOW. O, to feel the wild thrill of the »wallow. The wonder of the wing! On the soft blue billows of air to follow The summer, to soar and sing! To drink blue air and to feel it flowing Through every dainty plume, Uplifting, pillowing, bearing, blowing, And the earth below in bloom! "Ih It far to heaven, O »wallow, swallow The heavy hearted sings; "For I watch your flight, and long to follow, The while I wait for wings." —Anna Beynton AveriH Kate Castleton at Home. One would not think it probable, after witnessing pretty Kate Castleton dance about the stage, kick up her heels and smile in such a saucy way, that her pet hobby is to arise in the morning at her charming home, Castleton manor, near Oakland, Cal., cook the breakfast, and then tramp all over the place. But she does. After breakfast she takes a peep in the stables to see that her horses are being properly fed and cared for, mean ders around to the hennery to feed the poultry, then to the garden to water the flowers, and last, but not least, to the kennels, where she has the finest selec tion of dogs on the Pacific coast. In fact, there are very few kennels in the world that can equal it, every one of the dogs being a prize winner. She frequently spends hours in their company, and it really seems as though they expected her visits as a part of their daily routine. Big Ned, the dog for whom she would not take a fortune, once saved her life. She was taking her morn ing canter one summer two years ago, and was about to alight from the horse; when her dress caught in the saddle. The horse became frightened, gave à sudden start and dragged the fair actress along the ground. Big Ned jumped to the rescue, seized the bridle rein and held the animal still until she was res cued from her perilous position. Nothing is too good for Ned. Miss Castleton is also a great lover of old bric-a-brac, and her summer home is filled with rare and costly specimens.—Chicago Herald. A Sad State of Affairs. An evil which threatens women is the bad literature of the day. Ninety-nine novels out of a hundred are injurious. A woman should never read a fictitious story which misrepresents life; she should beware of the sensational book and any book that influences the mind by its passion. Obscene pictures which are passing through our postoffices every day should be anathematized in every possible way. I am sometimes tempted to believe that amateur photography is a curse. In modern society one-half of the so ciety men are wondering how in the world they can get the wives of the other half. This may bring smiles to some faces, but it will bring tears to the eyes of others in this city. Clubs and hotels becoming dens of corruption. 1 know a man in New Haven whose hand one-half the people of this city would be proud to grasp. Yet I know that this m a n has two families living in different parts of this country. There may be others of the same sort whom I do not know.—Rev. A. W. Wheeler, of New Haven. aro Clothing of British Clergymen. Can anything more absurd and less Im- pressive be imagined than the hat, clothes and boots worn by the British clergymen who throng to London in May? A nondescript seedy hat, generally of the wideawake description, a long coat cut like a sack, a pair of baggy trousers, very much "knee'd," a huge pair of square toed bulgy boots and a gingham umbrella make up a costume which is at once grotesque and disreput- able. The old fashioned clergyman used at least to dress like a gentleman, and the Roman Catholic priest has a peculiar and unmistakable style of his own I quite fail to see, therefore, why the modern curate should array himself like a cross between a broken down under- taker and a cafe waiter out qf work.— Labouchere in London Truth.[ -> • Discounting Fickle Cr.pid. A society has been organized in Den- mark under the name qf the "Celibacy Assurance society," its object being to provide for those women v. !io either cannot or will not provide themselves with a husband. The premiums, which are on various scales, begin at the age of 18 and end at 40 , a period at which it is supposed most of the members will have abandoned any thought of mar- riage. Such being the case, the receives an annuity for life. If, however, she marries at any time after or bel ors 40 she forfeits all her claims. With the profits thus accruing by chance or purpose the society hopes to provide for its members "doomed to single blessed- ness."—Providence Journal. woman His Bride Came From Castle Garden. The wife of Hieronymus Kirchner, of Cranberry township, died leaving him a wealthy widower of 70 odd years, with a longing for a new wife. Ho wasted a month in vainly looking around. Then he concluded to advertise. Mary Galow, a recent arrival at Castle Garden, heard of him and came right on to Butler. A meeting took place, which was perfectly satisfactory, and the aged groom and the blushing 80 -year-old bride became one.— Butler (Pa.) Cor. Pittsbursr Commercial. Subscribe for the Enterprise.