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E WAS a dash
ing young Con
gressman , whc
went to Wash
ington on the
tidal wave from
one of the dis
tricts in the
South. But he
had not been at
the capita
'more than six months be
fore those who had known
him at home and went to
Washington on business
scarcely recognized him as
the same man. A great
change had come over Algernon Smith
Browiilee , M. C. At home he had
never amounted to much , socially. He
came of very poor parents "white
trash , " the colored verdict said. Mr.
Brownlee's pedigree , however , began
with Mr. Brownlee , and what he lack
ed in aristocracy of blood he made up
by his prodigious hustling abilities.
With his keen energy and upward
tendency of mind , he had the good for
tune to combine an affable disposition ,
an accommodating manner , a pleasant
smile and a certain good address. When
he entered the race for Congress none
imagined for a minute that he had the
slightest prospect of success , but the
average political weather prophet has
a dangerous tendency to pin his faith
to the infallibility of his own opinions
and standing put upon them ; and that
is why it happens so often that young
men like Mr. Brownlee beat out an old
race horse and go to Congress on a ti
dal wave. Unlike the ravens who
croaked hi.s doom , Brownlee did some
characteristic hustling , snatched the
nomination from a tired old campaign
er and was elected.
When he reached Washington he
wore the conventional soft black hat
and long black skirt coat of the South ,
but before he had been there six
months he looked like a Broadway
swell , with a silk hat , black cutaway
L-oat and gray trousers. And that's
why his constituents scarcely recog
nized him.
The rich and thoroughbred Mis < =
Daisy Vernou , who had smiled with
icy scorn upon the suits of a dozen so
ciety men casting themselves at her
feet , together with their fortunes and
pedigrees , felt her heart dissolve be
fore the insidious attention of Mr.
Brownlee , M. C. There may have
been something in that M. G. , a mis
taken idea , perchance , that a man who
is sent to Congress must be the cock of
the walk in his district an idea that
some persons have and that , altogeth
er , the suit of a member of the House
who combined as many attractive
qualities as her Brownlee was prefer
able to that of any other mortal.
And so , to cut things short , after a
dashing courtship , they were married
nl one of the fashionable churches ,
with a great display of pomp , the at
tendance of her distinguished relatives
and his Congressional friends , mem
bers of the press , etc. Then , after a
brilliant reception , they departed on
their "bridal trip , but not to Brownlee's
how. On the contrary , he purchased
tickc'is ' over a railroad that took him in
a ilia metrically opposite direction , just
: > far from his district as lie could go.
The trip came to an end , and then
Brownlee and his wife returned to
Washington , installing themselves at
one of the leading hotels. Browulee
had seen enough of the world to discov
er the secret of making an impression
in society. With the aid of his wife's
social standing and his $5,000 income ,
the way was open to him , and he made
tlie best of his chances. He was re
ceived everywhere with open arms ,
and if one man ever hit it rich it was
that same energetic young M. C.
On the whole , Brownlee deserved it.
He had no influential friends to thank
for his rise in the world ; no family in
fluence had stood back of him to direct
his efforts ; no money had been used to
buy him a seat in Congress. He had
just invested what mother wit nature
had endowed him with in such oppor-
1 unities as came to hand , and when
fortune , in her timid way , had knocked
. it his door , as she is said to do at ev
ery man's door once in a lifetime , he
liil ( said , "Come in ! " in his loudest
tones. And he was honest and sincere.
Tie had not deceived Miss Vernon
ji bout his pedigree. She had taken him
for better or worse , and the fault was
hers if she should feel disappointed.
JJrownlee was a good working uiein-
lier of Congress. He made friends
rapidly with the leaders , and watched
Hint they never lost sight of him a sili
cic day. All this young man wanted
was opportunity. He would rise to the
tension , for that lie vouched.
* * * * * * *
came to an end. The elec-
nr at hand , and every niem-
' ome to look after his
" hardest struggle of
"n a course c * ac-
.1 ! '
tion with regard to his aristocrat
wife. Take her home ? Leave h
here ? He suggested the latter course.
"I have been thinking a good de
about it , " remarked Mrs. Brownlee. '
think I shall accompany you. Yc
know , deai * . I have never seen yoi
papa and mamma. I have formed m
own ideas of them , and am real anxioi
to see them. They must be just charn
ing people to have a son like my Ally.
"Ally" is what she always calle
him. But there was no music in tl
sound of the sweet diminutive , as si :
uttered it on this fatal morning afie
breakfast. Brownlee had a headacb
and was not as.responsive to his wife
affectionate caresses as usual.
"Well , I'm not ashamed of 'em , an :
how , " he replied in desperation.
They packed their things and lei
town the next evening.
If Mrs. Brownlee in her buoyan
trustfulness anticipated scenes of greei
ing in which mingled the picturesqu
effects of a summer residence on th
banks of Lake Como , as described b
Claude Melnotte , with the other detail
of romantic stage illusions , which be
guile the senses of a girl who has see
only the fashionable side of life , he
anticipations were somewhat damper
ed Avhen they stepped off the train i ;
the dark and found themselves on ;
platform where some rough-lookin :
men were lounging about under th
canopy of a projecting roof that wa
sheltering them from a dreary rainfall
They seemed to recognize the niembe
of Congress , despite his disguise , fo :
he wore a fashionable overcoat and ;
closely rolled umbrella , though he hac
exchanged his silk hat for a Derby
After some whispering the knot o :
loungers gravitated toward them.
"Dog my oats , Bill , " called out one
"if this ain't Smith Brownlee. Hello
Smith ; got back , have yo' ? " slappinj
him on the back. "My , but yo' lool
putty ! Come 'ere , Jim ; look at 'im
Would ye know 'im ef yo' met 'im 01
a dark road ? Say , Smith , yo' mus :
a-struck it rich when we sent yo' tc
Congress. When yo' left yar yo' didn'1
lave an overcoat to yo' back , an' I'l :
eave it to the crowd , now , did 'e ? "
Smith tried to take it as a joke. He
aughed softly and introduced his wife
n the ill-lighted waiting-room whithei
the delegation of his constituents had
followed. They removed their hats and
stared at the lady like a lot of bump
kins ; but this diversion continued only
until the most loud-spoken coustitueut
could think of saying something that
was intended for a compliment to Mrs.
Brownlee , but which ricochotted upon
her husband in the form of another
rude sally at the metamorphosis of his
condition , when they all hawhawed ill
Mrs. Brownlee was beginning to get
shocked. The smell of the coal oil made
lier ill , and she pinched her husband's
inn as a signal to break away and hie
to the bosom of his family. Browulee
3ursed himself and the crowd , and for
the first time in his life felt sorry that
lie ever married. Outwardly , however ,
lie gave no token of his chagrin , but
smiled and cracked jokes and clutched
it every straw that promised him relief
: rorn the merciless persiflage of his ill-
jred constituents. He finally managed
; o get his wife and himself into a foul-
uuelling little country 'bus that carried
passengers ; and a hoarse shout that
sounded half derisive to the well-train-
K ! perceptive faculties of Mrs. Brown-
ee went up from the platform through
: he darkness and rain as they drove
Browulee told the 'bus driver to stop
it the hotel. He did , but the owner
vas tearing doAvn that part of the
milding where the rooms for guests
vere located , to rebuild , he said , "agin
ourt time , " and there was no place
here for them. So there was nothing
o do but what Brownlee , in the most
lesperate calculation of his chances ,
lad never contemplated even as a last
esort stop at his home.
"Daisy , " said he , in a hoarse voice ,
s the 'bus splashed through the uiire
f the road ; "Daisy , " softly taking her
and in his , "are you prepared to nrike
. sacrifice for me greater , I hope , man
ny I shall ever ask you to make for
ie again in all our lives ? "
She said "yes" wearily , with her
ead swaying loosely on her shoulders
ke a sick child's ; "what do you ask
ie ? "
"That you will not hate or despise me
hen I introduce you to my father and
lother , " he said , tenderly.
"They are poor , then ? " she asked in
liat same weary tone.
"They are the commonest people in
lie State ; they are so common that
rhen everybody in town had the chol-
ra it passed them by as not worth no-
icing. "
"My ! " she exclaimed ; "how did you
rer get into Congress ? "
"By my own efforts , and not with
ie help of anybody in the world. I
.ist simply hustled for it ! "
"Well , " she said , "let it come. "
The parental Browiilees lived in a
Iain , yellow , frame house , colonial in
tyle in that it shot upward on four
ides like a big box , but without any
mate adornments under the eaves ,
nd without even a veranda , except a
nail one that afforded a view of the
ibbage patch and a pig sty in the
irther perspective at the back of the
Brownlee's mother smoked a corncob
ipe and had whiskers. Brownlee's
ither ate his supper in his shirt
eeves , and wore cowhide boots out-
de of his pants while he was eating
. The furniture was scant , and they
snted the house ; that Is , they rented it ,
ut .Brownlee , M. C. , paid the rent. The
< " 1-
greeting that the Brownlees , first edi
tion , extended to the Brownlees , second
edition , was cordial to demonstrative-
ness. The maternal Brownlee was
something of a cook , and soon had a
repast steaming on the table. It wasn't
a bad supper , but Mrs. Brownlee didn't
have her Washington appetite with
her , and her slight headache had grown
worse , and she asked to be shown to
her room. The room had no comforts
except a patched carpet , a pine bed
stead and an upright packing box with
a curtain drawn around it for a washstand -
stand , and a portable mirror of the
species often seen at cheap auction
When she arose the next morning her
headache had not abated. The smell
of fried pork and coffee that struck her
olfactories while she was dressing was
too much for her delicate nerves , and
she never wished herself farther away
from the house of her husband's par
ents than at that moment. She sipped
a little coffee and then withdrew again
to her room , just to be alone. When
Brownlee , M. C. , entered , she was lying
on the bed fully dressed , weeping.
What passed between them in the in
terview that took place is a matter of
conjecture. The result became evident
* *
when the bus drove up to the Brownleo
mansion that evening , and Mr. and
Mrs. 'Brownlee , the younger , got in and
rode to the depot. Brownlee saw his
wife safely aboard the Pullman car ,
and then stood on the platform and
watched the train disappear in the dis
The same set of ruffian constituents
who greeted him on his arrival were
occupying their accustomed place on
the platform , and indulged in their
favorite pastime of heaving fossilized
jokes at their representative in Con
gress. Brownlee swallowed it all in
good part , and then turned his back lethe
the station and sauntered toward the
parental mansion with the weary step
of a man who has a load on his con
But that did not deter Brownlee- from
getting out and hustling. If he had
worked like a Trojan the first time for
his nomination , he threw the energy of
a double dose of Trojan devotion into
his efforts now , and the result of it all
was that he was renominatcd and
elected , and went back to Washington
to finish his uuexpircd term of sen-ice
in the House.
His wife sat in the gallery one day
unseen by him when a great debate
was on. Brownlee had prepared him
self for the master effort of his life.
He had got the consent of the leaders
on his side to make a speech. He at
tracted little attention as he rose , and
with his genial smile glanced over the
house , drew a deep breath and launch
ed forth. But by and by he warmed to
his subject , and here and there a mem
ber on the other side interrupted him.
Then suddenly Brownlee's genius
flashed forth in all its originality. Sev
eral members who had tried to trip
him up found themselves mercilessly
impaled upon the fiery shafts of
Brownlee's sharp retorts and held up to
the ridicule of the house , while Brown
lee smiled in that fetching way of his
that made him resemble an expert con
jurer when he contemplates the aston
ishment of the deluded victims of his
craftiness. Before he sat down Brown-
lee had scored a triumph that insured
him a place on one of the big commit
tees of the house when the next Con
gress should organize.
One of the doorkeepers handed him a
note. He was receiving the congratu-
lations of his side of the house , and he
did not open it for several minutes ,
holding it almost forgotten in his closed
hand. When he opened it he read :
"Dear Ally : I am ready to beg your
pardon now any time. Come. An ?
heartbroken. DAISY. "
A Logical Deduction.
In August of the year 1S2S a blasting
accident occurred in a Massachusetts
town , and two men were injured , one
of whom was killed and the other was
supposed to be dead. A physician was
summoned , and one of the victims ,
named Babb , was resuscitated and he
fully recovered and lived many years.
At the house to which Mr. Babb's un
conscious body was taken , was a boy
born in September of 1S25. Some
months afterwards the child's mother
told her boy the Bible story of Jesus
raising a dead person to life , adding
that He alone could do that. The little
fellow listened very attentively , and
then broke out with the joyous excla
mation : "I've seen J.esus. His other
name is Dr. Davis ; and I know Mr.
Babb , too , that he made alive after he
got killed blowing rc ksl"
the Veterans of the Rebellion Tell <
Whistling : Ballets , Bright Bayonet
Bnrstins Bombs , Blood ? Battle
Camp Fire , Festive Bnsai Etc. , Et
During the winter of 1SG3-4 , it wi
the fortune of Gen. Cullen A. Battle , <
Alabama , to be president of the cou
martial of the army of Northern VI
ginia. One bleak December mornin
while the snow covered the ground ar
the wind howled around his damp , 1
left his bivouac fire to attend the se
sion of court at Round Oak Ghurci
Case after case was disposed of , and i
length the case of the Confederal
States vs. Edward Cooper was called-
charge desertion.
A low murmur rose spontaneous !
from the battle-scarred spectators a
the young artilleryman rose from tt
prisoners' bench , and in response to tl ]
question , "Guilty or not guilty ? " ai
swered , "Not guilty. " The judge adv <
cate was proceeding to open the prosi
cution when the court , observing the
the prisoner was unattended by coui
sel , Interposed , and inquired of the a <
cused , "Wiho is your counsel ? " He r (
plied , "I have no counsel. "
Supposing that it was Cooper's pui
pose to represent himself before th
court , the judge advocate was instruci
ed to proceed. Every charge an
specification against the prisoner wa
sustained. The prisoner was then to !
to introduce his witnesses. He replied
"I have no witnesses. "
Astonished at the calmness wit ]
which he seemed to be submitting t
what he regarded as inevitable fatt
Gen. Battle said to him : "Have yoi
no defense ? Is it possible that yoi
abandoned your comrades and desert
ed your colors in the presence of thi
enemy without any reason ? "
He answered : "There was a reason
but it will not avail me before a mill
tary court. "
Gen. Battle then said : "Perhaps yoi
ire mistaken ; you are charged with thi
highest crime known to military law
ind it is your duty to make known th <
causes that influenced your actions. "
For the first time Cooper's manlj
form trembled and his blue eyes swan
n tears. Approaching the president o ]
: he court , he presented a letter ; saying
is he did so : "There , General , is whai
lid it. "
Gen. Battle opened the letter , and in
i moment his eyes filled with tears. 11
vas passed from one to another of the
: ourt until all had seen it , and those
item warriors , who had passed with
stonewall Jackson through a hundred
> atties , wept like children. As soon
is the president recovered his self-pos-
icssion he read the letter as the defense
if the prisoner. It was in these words :
"Dear Edward I have always been
iroud of you ; since your connection
rith the Confederate army I have been
irouder of you than ever before. I
rould not have you do anything wrong
or the world , but , before God , Edward ,
inless you come home we must die !
jast night I was aroused by little Ed
ge's crying , 'O , mamma , I'm so hun-
ry ! ' And Lucy , Edward , your darling
jucy , she never complains , but grows
hiuner and thinner every day. And ,
efore God , Edward , unless you come
ome , we must die. Your MARY. "
Turning to the prisoner , Gen. Battle
sked : "What did you do when you re-
eived this letter ? "
He replied : "I made application for
furlough , and it was rejected ; again I
lade application , and it was rejected ;
third time I made application , and it
ras rejected ; and that night as I wan-
ered backward and forward in the
amp , thinking of my home , and the
ild eyes of Lucy looking up to me ,
'ith the burning words of Mary sink-
ig into my brain , I was no longer the
onfederate soldier , but I was the fath-
v of Lucy and the husband of Mary ,
ad I would have passed those lines if
rery gun in the battery had been fired
pen me. When I arrived home Mary
in out to meet me , and whispered , 'O ,
dward , I am so happy ; I am so glad
3ii got your furlough. ' She must have
; lt me shudder , for she turned as pale
3 death , and catching her breath at
rery word she said , 'Have you come
ithout your furlough ? O , Edward , go
ick ! Go back ! Let me and the chil-
ren go down to the grave together ;
it , 0 , for heaven's sake , save the hon-
of your name ! ' And here I am , gen-
emen , not brought here by military
) wer , but in obedience to the com-
and of Mary , to abide the sentence of
> ur court"
Every officer of the court-martial felt
ie force of the prisoner's words. Bo
re them stood , in beatific vision , the
oquent pleadings for a husband's and
.ther's wrongs ; but they had been
ained by the great leader , Robert E. ,
e , to tread the path of duty , though
.e lightning flash scorched the ground
ineath their feet , and each in his turn
onounced the verdict , "Guilty. "
Fortunately for humanity , fortunate-
for the Confederacy , the proceed-
gs of the court were reviewed by the
mmanding general , and upon the
cord was written :
"Headquarters A. N. Y.
"The finding of the court approved ,
ie prisoner is pardoned and will re-
irt to his company.
"R. E. LEE , General. "
Washington Post.
Lee's Surrender.
ftlien Gen. Grant was asked , "Did
u take Lee's sword at Appomattox ? "
; replied. "No , I did not. Lee came
ere wearing the magnificent , sword
rich the State of Virginia had given
in , but I did not want him to sur-
uder it to me. I sat down at once and
sied myself writing terms of the sur-
ader. When I had finished I handed
cm to Gen. Lee. He read them and
remarked , 'They are certainly vei
generous indeed. ' He then told me tl
cavalrymen owned their own horse
and if they were deprived of thorn the
could not put intheir crops. Then
gave the order , 'Take the horses horn
with you , "for you'll need them in tl
spring plowing. ' " This is the simp ]
story of Lee's surrender. Caesar woul
have had that sword ; Napoleon woul
have demanded it ; Wellington woul
not have been satisfied with it , but U. I
Grant was -too great to take it. E :
The Story of an Old Clock.
Near Bardstown , Ivy. , in what I
known as the Beech Grove neighboi
hood , dwelt Nathan Colerain and hi
maiden sister , now past middle life. Sh
is Miss Patsy Colerain , or "Aunt Pai
sy , " as she is known to her neighbor
and friends. She is a lady of great re
finement and bears traces of remarks
ble youthful beauty. She has not gen
beyond the precincts of her own yan
in over thirty years. There is a tragi
story connected with her estrangemen
from the world. In the spacious hall o
the Colerain residence stands an eli
clock , of the "grandfather" species. Th
pendulum of this clockrhasbeen motion
less since a fateful night in 1864 , whei
it played an important part in a blood :
tragedy that broke Miss Patsy Cole
rain's heart and enveloped her life in i
pall of gloom that will never be lifte <
this side of the grave.
In 1SG4 Miss Patsy Colerain was con
sidered one of the handsomest jounj
women in Nelson County , Kentucky. O :
an old-line family , wealthy in her owi
name , she was naturally much sough
after , and had suitors by the 3 ore. O :
course , she had but one choice , and tha
was Reuben Morehead , a descendant 01
one of Kentucky's Governors. Younj
Morehead was an orphan , who hac
been reared by a neighboring farmer
Patsy had known him all her life , anc
had loved him as far back as she coulc
remember. The war broke out , anc
Reuben took up arms for the North ,
Then followed sad days for the young
girl. Her father sickened and died , and
her only brother was in the far South ,
battling for the Confederacy. Thus she
was left with only the faithful negro
slaves and a nephew barely in his teens ,
At this time the neighborhood was
full of guerrillas. Sue Mundy and hla
gang were terrorizing that entire sec
tion , and soldiers and civilians alike
were falling victims at their hands. The
outlaws were frequently at the Colerain
lioine , and , while Patsy had never suf
fered any indignities from them , she
was in constant terror lest she might.
One rainy night in April , 1SG4 , Miss
Colerain was sitting before a cheerful
Eire , when suddenly the door opened
ind young Morehead , attired in a hand
some uniform , stood before her. Be-
: ore she could speak the young soldier
; aught her in his arms and showered
cisses upon her blushing face. The two
overs talked together of the days when
var would be over and they should bo
mitecl never to part , and were happy in
; ach other's company , when suddenly
he sounds of horses' feet startled them.
) n looking out the window Miss Cole-
ain was horrified to see the yard filled
vith half-drunken guerrillas. It was
> ue Mundy and his gang. They were
0011 at the door clamoring for admit-
ance. It was sure death for Reuben
f the guerrillas set their eyes on him.
Vhat to do with him was a perplexing
roblein. Suddenly a bright idea struck
he young girl and she pointed to the
lock. Reuben lost no time in getting
ate the barrel of the timepiece and his
weetheart fastened the door. Then
he admitted the men , who , swearing
nd cursing , demanded food. She had
ardly left the dining room to get It
.rhen she heard the report of firearms ,
ud hurrying back she was just in time
3 see the murderous outlaws dragging
lie dead body of her lover from the old
lock. At this juncture came the tramp
f horses and more firing and comino-
011 and then to Patsy a blank.
For weeks she hovered between life
ud death , a victim of brain fever , and
-hen the disease left her she was but a
reck of her former self. Then she
card the story of how they came to
ud her lover. She neglected to conceal
is overcoat and gloves and when the
uerrillas discovered them they started
search for the youug soldier. The
tter threw open the door of the clock ,
resuniably with the hope of making
is escape , when he was shot and in-
: antly killed. About this time a de-
Lchmeut of young Morehead's corn-
land swooped down upon the guerrll.
s and put them to flight.
Folclier-M.-de Checker-Board.
This chess and checker board is a
slic of the war , not that which is just
: er , but of that grim struggle which
ay no longer be called "the late un-
easantness. " It was made with a
) cket-knife , of walnut , beech and oak.
lie patient man who carefully shaved
id trimmed these bits of wood was
aptain Knight , a Confederate officer ,
e was a prisoner on Johnsons island ,
> the river from St. Louis , when he
ncluded to turn his whittling to some
The board consists of 102 little blocks
wood glued to a square cloth. The
3th was once a part of the lining of a
mfederate soldier's overcoat. The
iard laid out flat upon a smooth sur-
ce , makes a smooth and satisfactory
ecker board. When desired , it may
: rolled into a tight roll and slipped
to a man's pocket. It is a relic of the
ril war that is much valued by
lughters of the Confederacy.
ft'hen we would , with utmost detesta
) n , single some monster from the
aitor herd , 'tis but to say ingratitude
his crime. Froude.
Frightful Kxpcricnce of a Man Off
the New Guinea Const. y
the divers had to
The greatest enemy
of New Guinea was
fear In the waters
the , dreaded octopus , whose presence
panic than the
occasioned far greater
appearance of a mere shark. These
loathsome monsters would sometimes
come and throw their horrible tentacles
iover the side of the frail craft from
which the divers were working , and
actually fasten on to the men them
selves , dragging them out into the wa
ter. At other times octopuses have
been known to attack the divers down
below , and hold them relentlessly under
water until life was extinct. One of
our own men had a terribly narrow escape
fearful crea
cape from one of these
tures. I must explain , however , that
each evening , when the divers returned
from pearl fishing , they roped all their
little skiffs together and let them lie
astern of the schooner. Well , one
night the wind rose and rain fell heav
ily , witli the result that next morning
nil the little boats were found more or i 1
less waterlogged. Some of the Malays
were tdld off ro go and bale them out.
While they were at work one of the
men saw a mysterious-looking , black
object in the sea , which so attracted
his curiosity that he dived overboard to
find out what it was. He had barely
reached the water , however , when an
immense octopus rose into view , and
at once made for the terrified man , who
instantly saw his danger , and with
great presence of mind promptlj * turned
and scrambled back into the boat.
The terrible creature was after him ,
Jiowever , and to the horror of the on
lookers it extended its great flexible
tentacles , enveloped the entire boat ,
jnnu and all. and then dragged the \
whole down under the crystal sea. The
diver's horrified comrades rushed to his
assistance , and an attempt was made
to kill the octopus with a harpoon , but
without success. Several of his more
resourceful companions then dived into
the water with a big net made of rope ,
which they took right underneath the
octopus , entangling the creature and
its living prey. The next step was to
drag up both man and octopus into the
whaleboat , and. this done , the unfortu
nate Malay was at length seized by his
legs and dragged by sheer force out of
the frightful embrace , more dead than ,
alive. However , we soon revived him
by putting him in a very hot bath , the
water being at such a temperature as
actually to blister his skin. It is most
remarkable that the man was not al
together drowned , as he had been held
under water by the tentacles 01 the
jctopus for rather more than two min
utes. P.ut , like all the Malays of our
larty , this man carried a. knife , which
ie used to very good purpose on the
.Monster's body when first it dragged
lini under the water. These repeated
stabs caused the creature to keep roll-
MJJT about on the surface. The unhappy
uau was in this way enabled to get
tu occasional breath of air. otherwise
ie must infallibly have been drowned.
I'll4 octopus had an oval body , and was
irovided will an extraordinary 1111111-
> er of tentacles six very large ones
.nd many smaller ones 01 varying sizes ,
t was a horrible-looking creature , with
. flat , slimy body , yeilov.-ish-white in
olor , with black spots and a hideous
avity of a mouth. v.'illiou ! : teeth. It is
lie tentacles of the creature that are
o dreaded , on account of the immense
ucking power which they possess. Af-
? r this incident the clivers always took
tomahawk with them on their expedi-
ions , in order to lop off the tentacles
f any octopus that might try to attack
Iiem. World Wide Magazine.
Amer can Goo ta in Uruguay.
The business of meat extraction in
rtiguay paid last year a dividend of
) per cent. The gold production of
ie republic was only 988,505. The
ermans have made great inroads upon
ruguayan trade , driving out English
> mpetitors. Their goods are not so
urable as the English manufactures
are. in fact , of distinctly poorer qual-
y but they have studied the demands
the market and met it. while the
ritishers are too conservative to
innge. The Germans , however , will
j forced to prove the quality of their
) ods in order to hold rheir own. In
tton goods the United States is mak-
g satisfactory advances. This year
is seen the largest importation of ag-
L-ulture machinery yet recorded hi ,
ni uay. The consul at Montevideo
ys"Our machines have won their
ares on the market by sheer merit ,
'ing more serviceable , lighter , less lia-
0 to breakage , and better suited for
e purpose intended. Intelligent
; eiits have done excellent work in this
e , and the machines will do their own
Iking in the harvest fields of the re-
iblic in 1S9S. As long as the quality
maintained our exports will increase
these lines at the expense of those
foreign make some of which are
nk counterfeits of American goods. "
Chicago Times-Herald.
Revived on the Diss' ctinjr Table.
. soldier dead for three days wa&
out to be dissected at the Algiers
litary hospital when he woke up
d , before the doctors recovered from
? ir surprise , got off the dissecting
jle and walked into the next room ,
icre he wrote down some words on
piece of paper to make sure that he
is alive and awake. The doctors say
it he has completely rcco\ered from
; lethariry.
A Bad Break.
Jedico How is it you failed to be-
ne an ambulance surgeon ?
Jawbones In the
examination I was
ilish enough to tell how to ( listiii-
ish a drunken man from one with a
ctured skull. Puck.
g disconcerts a girl more than
brace herself to meet the shook of a
rriage propccal and the- shock falls

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