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For FARMS, Village Residences, Building Xots, Timber Lots, Wood Lof s, Store, Etc., Etc. My Calf Skin Business is absorbing my capital, time and attention, and, having decided to close out all of my other branches of business as well as my miscellaneous personal property and real estate, I offer for sale all the land I own except that occupied in my business and my dwelling, and will dispose of same at very low figures and on easy terms of payment The Following Is a OFFERINGS OF One 250-Acre Farm with fair dwelling, barns, sheds, etc, suitably di yided into tillage, pasture, wood, timber, sugar place and apple orchard; running water at house and barn, school house on land that was formerly part of the farm, aaw-mOl within one-third mile, soil strong and productive, and farm would be re garded worth $3,000 as farms are selling. Will sell it for $2,000 500 down, bal ance $100 per year. One 50-Acre Farm, fair buildings, good water, good soil; price $750250 down, balance 50 per year. One 5-Acre Farm near Hyde Park Tillage, suitable for a laboring man who wishes to keep a oow and raise his own Tegetables; price $500 150 down, balanoe 50 per year. One Dwelling House in Hyde Park Tillage, location good, buildings new and good size; price $1,000300 down, balanoe 50 per year. Sixteen Acres of Land just out of Hyde Park Tillage a choice desirable, meadow, not one-half acre in the pieoe but what is good; price $30 per acre by measure. Will sell part or alL Several Good Building Lots in Hyde Park Tillage. To enterprising and Industrious young men who can raise 200 dollars to put Into land and labor, I will furnish the timber, lumber, stone, brick, nails, glass, doors, sash, shingle and lime, wherewith to build respectable houses, and allow payment therefor to be made in $25 semi-annual payments, land in paroels of one, two and three acres will be sold on favorable terms to those who want land with same near by Price of lots, $75, $100, $125 and $150 each. One Store In Hyde Park Tillage, known as the "Corner Store," or "Page's Block." It Is rented for fire years at two hundred dollars per year, but ar rangements can probably be made to hare the lease vacated if desired. Price, $2,000 $500 down, balanoe $100 per year. Sixty Acres Timber Land In Johnson. This lot Is lease land and not sub ject to taxation, but is subject to an annual rental of $12. Will sell my equity for $125. I never saw the lot, but am informed that it is within two miles of a sawmill, no bad bills between mill and lot, and is represented to me to be cheap for any man desiring a logging job. Terms, $50 down $25 in one and $25 in two years, two dollars per M. stumpage reserved until I am paid. One Timber Lot of about one hundred acres, lying on the banks of the mill pond which supplies the new H. 8. Haskins mill in Hyde Park. Prioe $300 $100 down, 25 per year. Two dollars per M. stumpage reserved till lot is paid for. One Building Lot In Belmont, Mass., within a few rods of both the Yt and Mass. and the Ktohburg depots at Waverly. Prioe $100100 down, balanoe 50 per year. An examination of the property wfll show I believe that I have placed valu ation much below what good judges would appraise it, but I am determined tc close it oat and relieve myself of the care of it at the earliest moment practicable. Parties desiring safe and paying investments will find this property weU worth their examination. To suoh as want for their own nse either of the parcels of real state above offered, I confidently recommend A3 CHEAP any one of the above decoribed lota, CARROLL S. PAGE. Hydo Parif, Tt, Feb 2, VOL XIV. NO. 22. E Sale ! Partial List or my REAL ESTATE: 18S5, ws ssfj REQUISCAT. All night the land in darkness slept, All night the sleepless sea Along the beaches moaned and wept, And called aloud on me. Now all about the wakening land The white foam lies upon the sand. I saw across the glimmering dark The white foam rise and fall; I saw a drifting phantom bark, I heard the sailors call; Then sheer upon my straining eight Fell down the curtain of the night. What ship was on the midnight deep? What voices on the air? Did wandering spirits call and weep In darkness and despair? Did ever living seaman hail The land with such a hopeless wail? The flush of dawn is in the sky, The dawn-breeze on the sea, The lark is singing sweet and high A winged melody; Here on the sand, among the foam, The tired Bailors have come home. Their eyes that stare, so wide, so wide, See not the blessed light; For all the streams of death divide The morning from the night; Weary with tossing on her breast The sea at last has given them rest. D. J. Robertson. HOW TO ECONOMIZE. BY MARY E. VANDYKE. "Why is it so difficult to econo mize?" The wrinkles of Mrs. Lorton's brow were very deep, and it was with an air of weariness amounting almost to de spair that she laid down the pencil wherewith she had been checking off a series of accounts. Aunt Abby lifted her eyes from the stocking w hich she bad been darning with such exquisite neatness, i.nd gazed sympathetically at her distressed friend. "I am afraid you don't quite know how." Mrs. Lorton looked astonished, and we girls, who were spending the holi days with our friend, wondered also what the little lady could possibly mean. " 'Don't you know !' Political econ omy, I am willing to admit, is a most difficult science; but I did not fancy that domestic economy involved any thing deeper than simply self-denial and the avoidance of unnecessary expendi ture." Aunt Abby smiled. "It may seem that way in the beginning; but I really doubt if there is any part of our daily living that requires more tact, judg ment, and experience than this same business of economiz ng successfully." "The results of my last year's work incline me to suspect something of the same kind," sighed Mrs. Lorton. "I clearly must have made a great many mistakes somewhere, but just where I am at a loss to discover. I certainly have tried very hard, and have done without a great many things I used to think were quite necessary to the com fort and happiness of the household; yet here the figures are, and really the sum total is very little less than it wai a year ago, when our income was so much larger " Mrs. Lorton looked thoroughly dis couraged. We who admiiel her so much and took such pleasure in the intimate friendship to which she had admitted us, sympathized with her most thoroughly. She evidently saw how we felt from the expression of our faces, for she turned to ua laughingly and said: "You young ladies must be very much interested in my financial troubles. It is too bad to entertain vo.i with my laments over these unruly ends that seem to require such an undue amount of stretching in order to meet." We hastened to reply that anything which concerned her could not fail to interest us, when Aunt Abby (a rela tive, it should have been explained, of Mrs. Lorton's husband, a gentle little lady whose life had been spent in a dis tant city) riveted our attention at once by saying: " I was just about the age of these young ladies when I first made acquaint ance with what I am now inclined to call the scien; e of domestic economy, though, like you, when I first found myself under the necessity of mastering it, I thought there was little in it, save doing without many things I was ac customed to, and bearing the discom fort as heroically as possible." " Well," smiled Mrs. Lorton. "what are the great underlying principles (isn't that the phrase';, also the pro cesses whereby we are to arrive at prac tical results namely, the brininr of our expenses within my husband's J means?" " Well," echoed Aunt Abby, " one ' of the leading principles is the aban- j donment of the velvet cloak I saw you j working at so industriously this morn- j ing, and all garments of a similar char acter." j "What can you mean? Why, I have worn that cloak two winters, and now I have put new sleeves in it, and it is quite as good as new. Surely nothing could, be more economical than that. Why, I take immense credit to myself for that performance. ' "Precisely. It would have been very extravagant to give or throw the cloak away. You would have blamed your self greatly, would you not?" "Of course I should." "Well, let us emulate the famous cow, and 'consider.' The cloak is of Lyons velvet; the new sleeves required a yard of the same material, costing $10. The cloak now is 'quite as good as new;' but, new or old, it can only be worn in fair weather. There must "be a cheaper one to 'save it.' Again, this velvet cloak requires a handsome dress under it, and a cheap bonnet would be quite incompatible with it. You require, therefore, to complete the operative proce-s resulting from the underlying principle of this velvet cloak, the le pairing of which was such an economi cal measure, an expenditure of anywhere from $30 to $100 to produce the har mony in your toilet which your culti vated taste demands, and perhaps $.0 more for another suit in which to go out on cloudy days, to wear shopping, and for all the ordinary, commonplace business of life. Wonld it not, then, have been much more economical to let the velvet cloak go, and purchase a sub stantial cloth one, triinmcl with fur, we will say, so that it shall be hand some enough for visiting, suitable for church, not too frail to stand a spi inkle of rain, and requiring to go with it nothing more elaborate than a well and a tasteful made cashmere dress bonnet of felt, or some material as en during?" Aunt Abby paused, and, following her suggestion, we all emulated the cow, and "considered" Mrs. Lorton's wrinkled forehead relaxed, and after a few moments she broke into a merry laugh. 'YThy did you not read me that lecture a week airo ? I believe th:it is the way in which I have been 'econo mizing' the whole of this past year." "1 have no doubt of it. It is the way in which every one begins, I fancy." Aunt Abby amused us for the next MORRISVILLE AND HYDE half-hour with merry stories of the things she had bought to match other things in her early days of economizing, and Belle and I thought guiltily of some elaborate gauze overdresses, broad sashes, and expensive artificial flowers which we had recently purchased with a view to arranging some cheap evening toilets over two old silk skirts. "I believe I have been doing the same thing with the children," sighed Mrs. Lorton. "I believe you have," smiled her friend, "for only last Sunday I heard Jenny tell her sister, very gravely, that mamma was going to lengthen her blue silk by putting on a new flounce" "That was my plan." "Y'es, and then the blue silk would demand a plush jacket, and that would call for a bonnet with ostrich plumes, or some other bit of frail magnificence. "What shall I put on the girls t" "Two pretty tailor made suits." "And waste the silk frocks because they are a trifle short V "Decidedly, or'else they will waste a great deal of money, and the children be left without any suitable serviceable garments for t half the occasions on which they wish to go out." Aunt Abby was growing very eloquent with her theme. "I think," she said, "that a great many of the worries, the wrinkles, and gray hairs that vex the days and destroy the beauty of our American matrons grow out of this very want of harmony and arrangement in our domestic af fairs. Wealth has been bestowed so lavishly upon American people in the past ; we have enjoyed so much luxury, and grafified oui tastes and longings so habitually, that as a nation we know very little of domestic economy. To use a rather vulgar saying, if we econo mize anywhere we are apt to "save at the spigot and let out at the bung." We are wasteful in our kitchens, ex travagant in our wardrobes, and careless of our furniture. Our attempts at sav ing when the necessity comes suddenly upon us are apt to be violent and spas modic, and productive of very small results " Aunt Abby smiled suddenly. "I re member one iustance," she went on, in explanation of her amused expression, "when I proclaimed to my father,whose household was the scene of my early experiments in domestic economy, thai for the last three months I had not spent but fifty cents a day for food, and with a household of six. 'Well, and what have you now in the house in the way of provision?' he inquired, mildly. What had I? I investigated my closets, and found well, an empty flour barrel, an empty sugar barrel, a butter fiikin with staccly a pound of butter in it, no rice, no soap, no starch, no potatoes, no coflee, no tea. In fact, I had simply gone on exhausting our supplies until everything had to be bought at once. My fifty cents per day had simply paid fot milk, meat, vegetables, and such things as must be purchased day by day. I shall never forget the mild glance of inquiry wherewith my patient, parent went over rnv accounts, which read, 'January, February, March, $15 per month;" April, $65.' Our income was a very small one, and for some time I had to fendure the impatience of tradesmen who kept asking 'when I would please settle that little bill V "Another of my mistaken fancies," Aunt Abby proceeded, "was in regard to laundry work. What is so pretty about a house as white curtains, fine toilet tables with white muslin drapery, and so on ? And the muslin 'costs so little.' Alas, yes! But when the bill of one dollar for each window comes in from some Celestial, and Ah Wang, or Chu Wai, or Lang Fu shakes his long queue and 'mus' habee him monee,' then one begins to realize what luxuries these pure white hangings are. "Another point where economy is apt to press sorely is in the entertainment of one's friends. One does so long to give them something a little better than the ordinary fare, some one dainty dish to do them honor and to show what an accomplished housekeeper and cook presides over the table! But when that dainty dish must be shared by all at the table, those terrible bills will show it if the luxury is often indulged in." "But one must entertain one's friends " "Indeed one must. But then, if we reflect that it is our affection for our selves, and not their appreciation of our cuisine, that brings them, we shall feel solicitude about producing any culi nary triumphs for their delectation." "But, Aunt Abby," sighed Mrs. Lor ton, "would not life be very dreary with only brown stuff dresses, bare win dows, and a diet of roast beef and cot tage puddings V "No, I think not. Luxuries cease to be pleasures when they bring care and worry as to how they are to be piid f r with them. Besides, there can be a great deal of variety in the stuff dresses ; all drapery does not require semi-annual refreshing in the laundry; beef and cot tage pudding are but two of the healthy, nourishinar, and inexpensive varieties of food our markets provide. "But I must finish my sermon. It. is getting too long, and only that my aud ience is too polite to yawn, they would certainly do so. I will simply 'sum up,' as old fashioned ministers used to say at the conclusion of 'eighthly.' If you want to economize, think well whether the thing you propose to do will not, in addition to the original expenditure, bung with it a train of expensive conse quences. Remember that nothing is cheap if it is not durable. Da not fancy that you are economizing if you are simply using up supplies that must be renewed at some time. Bemember that in livincr beyond your income you harass yourself much more than you impress others. "There, good jeople," laughed Aunt Abby as she gathered up her Knitting, "you have results of a great many se vere lessons that I once learned in a very severe school." Christian Union, Trading a Sister for a Wife. Nearly seven years ago, in Union Countv. N. O.. Alfred Godfrey and his wife were living together, apparently h:ippily. The nearest neighbors were Kufus Porter and his sister Susanna. As time rolled on the fact was disclosed that a strong attachment had been formed bv Godfrev for Miss Porter and that Kufus Porter entertained similar tender feelinsrs towards Mrs. Godfrey. A trade was finally proposed. Porter was to take .Mrs. Godfrey and some propcrtv as a bonus and Godfrey was to take Miss Porter. This was carried out with Ihe consent of the women, and evcrvUnnr moved on peaceably and lovin'dv. A few years aro both families ! moved to Mer-klenbcig County, amicable rn'iitinns havinr prevailed between i them. At times the two families lived on the same plantation. It was not nn ;i List. wppW that the tranquility in their domestic bliss was disturbed and K,.ir l.omolinlils divided. Some one h id a warrant issued for their arrest, . 1 ilw. j.iws - n a rfll cfVit hp fore a magistrate on Tuesday. The warrant was not served upon Porter, he having run awav. The case was heard and the ;,.a wro hound over for the action !,f the Criminal Court. While those .i v... -;,.,i nml hound over W 1 ! U 1KH IJl.H - " - . were iii charge of the constable, liou frey made his escape and has not since been heard from. AND PARK, VERMONT, A. FIJtE TIME WITH BRUIN. REMINISCENCES THAT A VBIERAN SETTLER TOLD 'KOUSD A C IMP. FIRE. A Good Deal of Trouble in Trapping anil Transporting tbe Brar, but 910 Was a Big Inducement However, the Heast Behaved Badly, anil the Railroad Com. pany Spoiled the Speculation, Away back in P ke County, July 3, we were smoking ourjipes after a sav ory supper of trout, for which we had whipped the alder-bordered mountain stream all day. Old Joe, our camp factotum, who has lived in the woods for fifty years, fell into a reminiscent mood and spun off yarn after yarn about his own exploits and those of fellow-woodsmen. The bear and the panther entered 1 irgely into the struc ture of these reminiscences, and if the ghosts of all H!f,5pecmens of these wild animals tha Old Joe has sent to their last account, according to his stories, could have then and there ap peared, the woods certainly would not have been broad enough to accommo date the thadowy packs and herds. "The rippinist ol' struggle with a b'ar h't I ever had," said Joe, " was on a railroad keer, the first an' unly time I ever roae on tne Keers, an' i ve been down on railroads ever sense, an' fight shy of 'em. I were huntin' back on the Paupack Ridges one fall. The railroad had jist been built up through the Lackawack Valley, an' all the folks th't lived thin ten miled of it was crazy to ride on the keers. A city chap ez had ben huntin' over on Paupack had lef word th't he'd give $40 to any one ez'd ketch him a live b'ar an' d'liver it at the mouth o' the Lackawack. I heerd o' the offer, a .' didn't wait fur it to git cold 'fore I were on the trail o' that $-10 hunk o' meat. I dropped a few traps aroun' in the swamps, an' one fine mornin' in October foun' a nice fat, half grow'd b'ar in one of 'em. He 'bjected to bein haltered, an' I had to xassel with him over an acre or so 'fore 1 could coax a strap 'roun' his snout an' hitch a rope to his hind leg. "Pooty soon we Degan to bizz along like a blue racer after a hucklebenv- picker. I sot thar gawkin' roun' the keer and wonderin' if the gol-darn thing wouldn't bust some'rs 'fore we got to the Mouth, w'en a feller come a tear in' inter the keer with his face whiter th'n a dead mud-sucker's snoot an' his hair standin' up like the prickers on a ches nut burr. His eyes were uisfKer an' shineyer th'n a cliiny nest-egg, " 'Great Gabriel ' he hollered, run- nin' up to me, yer aou-Diasted bars fetched loose,' says he. 'He's treed the baggage-masterj he says, 'an' is jist more th'n wipin' up the floor with trunks and things,' says he. But I got thar by an' by, an' vanked Mr. B'ar inter the Paupack settlement. I were fur startin' overland with him fur the mouth of Lackawack, but the folks all said ez that wouldn't be hardly a fair shake to ids the railroad, w'ich orter be incouraged for spendin' its money to give that part o' the country a chance to ride on the keers, an' that I orter give it the job o' cartin that b'ar an trie down to the Mouth. It wa'n't sitch a powerful stretch 'cross kentry to the Mouth, but if I went by the keers I had to walk nine miles to git to 'em, an' then had 'bout eighteen miles furder to ride. But not wantin' to hev the railroad throw it up th't I were going back on 'em, an' a sayin' th't thar wa'n't no use o' buildin' keers if nobody 'd patternize 'em, I yanked my b'ar the nine miled to the deepo an' loads htm in the bacgage keer. I wanted to take him in the keer with me, but they wouldn't let me, an' I right up an' tol' 'em to their teeth th't I thort they was puttin' on a durn many airs with a fel ler who'd jogged all the way in from Paupack jist to help their darned ol' railroad along; but they only kinder laughed an' snickered, an' I tied my b'ar in one corner o' the baggage keer, an' went forrid an' foun' a seat fur my self in t'other keer. "Wall, I wa'n't p'tie'larly worked up 'bout the baggage-masher, and ez fur trunks an' things they wa'n't mine, an' I wa'n't thar to keep an eye on 'em But that b'ar was sumpin' th't meant business fur me, an' I had started to git him to the mouth o' the Lackawack, an' I didn't 'tend to let him spile hisself chawin' trunks. So I piled back inter the baggage quicker'n a chipmunk could run a panel o' rail fence. Garten ez beeswax thar were Bruin jist a havin' a leetle cellybration an high ol' break down. Th' was a beam runnin' crost ways o' the keer, not more'n a foot from the roof. The baggage man were squeezed in 'twixt that an' the roof a howhn' fur somebody to fotch a gun an' kill the b'ar. He hadn't no coat-tails to speak on, an' the seat o' his pants were gone; so I c'ncluded to wunst th't mebbe my b'ai? had kinder reached fur the baggage man ez he dumb onter the beam. The b'ar has got his niu.zle-off, an' had busted open three trunks an' hustled a consid'able o' toggery 'roun' nn' 'bout the keer. He were jist a goin ter 'zamine inter the contents o' the fourth trunk w'en I bounced in an' grabbed him. "It'd a did yer hearts good to hev see w'at follered. Talk about rascals ! Thar were rough an' tumble th't a feller with snap in him could a jist laid back an' inj yed. An' w'y not ? That 'bar were wuth $40 to me alive, but he wa'n't wuth $10 to me ez hide, meat an' taller. So I didn't wante'r kill hhn, ye kin bet. an' I jist buckled inter him to git him down an' muzzle him ag'in an' fasten him. In less'n two minutes I hadn't hardly clothes 'nough on me to make a ball o' carpet rags, but I were boun' to save that, b'ar if I had -to go hum dressed no better'n Adam an' Eve was arterthat leetle apple-cut o' their'n in the garden. "We tit an' we fit, me an' that b'ar did, up an' down that keer, an' the hair an' rags flew like chaff out'n a thrashin' machine; but fur all that, if it hadn't a ben fur a piece o' the properest kind o' eood luck, I'd had to cart him in ez dead ez a beefed steer. The train fellers got kind o' tired o' scein' me an' the b'ar makin' mince-meat o' things in that keer, an' so a couple of 'em come a pilin' in with axes, an' in less'n a min ute more they'd a pounded the life out'n the b'ar; but. fort'nitly. the slidin' door on the side o' the keer were open, an' 'fore either o' the fellers could git a whack at the b'ar, whizz! me an' Bruin went a-sailin' out'n that door like a Fourth o' July balloon ! "Lucky? Wall, I sh'd say so. It happened th't tbwere the pootiest kind of a raftin' freshet in the - Lackawack an' at the p'int whar me an' the b'ar got off'n the keers the train were runnin' clus along the river bank, w'ich were 6iimpin l'Jce thirty foot high just thar. I never let up an inch on the hug I hid on the b'ar, atV the b'ar never loosened his clinch on me, an' we jist went down that bank ez slick ez if we'd a ben a big Injin-rubber ball, an' bounced more'u twenty foot outTn the river, an' landed squar' in the middle of a raft o' sawed lumber th't were'jist sailin' by, on its way down the river. "Now do ye see how onsarned lucky ' there is also a practical illustration giv I were ? I knowed both the fellers that ' en of the manner in which Pompeii met was runnin' that raft, and in less'n the its fat , which was not by flowing lava flash of a pheasant we had that b'ar tied ez snug an' tight ez a hair ttunk with a bed cord 'round it. That raft run me an' the b'ar plumb to tbo mouth o' the nn THURSDAY, AUGUST 12, 1886. Lackawack an' landed us. In less'n an hour I delivered Bruin to the man th't wanted him, an' started back hum over land w:th my little $40 salted away in my pocket. "But darn them railroads! What d'ye think this road th't I had gone out of my Way to patternize, an' th t didn't carry me nor the b'ar ez I'd paid it for doin' w'at d'ye think it done ? T. sued me for damage the b'ar had done to the baggage in the keer an' lugged me thirty miles to court. More'n tuat, they beat me, an' that b'ar fight ccst me $72.37 hard money!" Ed. Mott. THE STORY OF POOR JACK. It i Told by a Trooper of His Regiment. There were ten of us guarding the horses as they grazed between the Arkansas and the foot-hills. We were scattered all along a distance of a mile, and some of the men were off their .horses when the Indians broke cover from a ravine and came charging down to stampede the herd. There were about thirty of them, and they were ringing bells, shaking blankets, and yelling to split their throats. Fortunately for us some of our old troop-horses moved off first, and toward camp, and all the others followed. Before the redskins could head them off we had got to gether and opened fire, and the volley, followed by a charge, broke them np for the time being. We got safely into camp just as a body of warriors, num bering about 300, uncovered themselves. There was little danger of their com ing near enough to camp to risk the bullets of our carbines, and were set tling ourselves down to watch their evo lutions on the broad plain before us, when somebody cried out that Jack had been left behind. This was the name of a horse which our Colonel had pur chased a year before of the man who had captured him from a wild drove. He was a grand, big black, fleet as the wind, ugly as a tiger, and although the Colonel persisted in riding him it was almost at the peril of his life. He was never rtounted without two men holding him by the bit, and he would nevei submit to his rider until the cruel spurs and bit had freely bled him. He was always hoppled when turned out, and this being the case when we were stam peded the poor beast had no show to come with the others. There he stood, about the center of a grassy plain a mile square, head up, eves rlashing.sides heaving, and all his old wild spirit re stored by the sight of the red men and the dm tney were making. The Indians did not seem to see him at first, being so intent on "rattling" the camp, and Sergeant I?, offered to take ten men and go out and drive him in. The risk was too great, Jack might have made his way in by himself, but he never budged an inch until a score ol Indians separated themselves from the main body and galloped out to capture him. Then, with a grand effort, he threw off the hopples so that his legs were entirely clear, and the next minute he was speeding away. Then took place a contest such as few men have ever witnessed or will ever see. A de tachment of Indians closed the way into camp, and the other three sides were shut in by the rugged hills and the river. The object was to capture Jack alive. How grand and noble he looked as he stood there waiting for them to approach! How mean and contempti ble the rough-haired and thin limbed no ies appeared as thev skurned over the crass to bring about his capture! The first ob;ect of the redskins was to encircle him. He seemed to understand it. and for half an hour he defied every ntteniDt. Then the number of his enemies was increased to thirty, and after a few nvnutes the cir cle was made complete It was a thin line at first with a space twenty feet wide between the ponies, but as Jack moved slowly forwards the center of the plain the circle gradually tightened. He was not a bit flurried over the trap. When they had penned him into an in closure of about a quarter of an acre he threw up his head, flattened his ears, and charged with a shrill neigh. It was a thunderbolt strikinsr a barrel. He struck and knocked one of the ponies and his rider fiat to the earth, and went sailing away with his heels kicking the air. Then then the savages set out to run him down, 'relieving each other every mile, but Jack had suddenly sto ped and fa ed his pursuer and made such demonstrations that the warrior shied off. Another circle was made and broken, and then a consultation was held. Before it broke up we knew that poor Jack was doomed. Realizing that they could not capture him, the Indians weie determined not to leave him alive to us. There were seventy-five of us to :;00. If our Colonel would only give the order we'd mount and charge to the rescue of Jack, but the order did not come. It would have meant the sacri fice of fifteen or twenty lives. At length a warrior rode out alone. Jack stood facing him, head up, eyes flashing and one fore-foot pawing the ground. The bronzed-faced devil rode up to within 100 feet, elevated his riile, and as the flash came poor Jack dropped dead in his tracks. "We uttered howls and shouts and cries of indignation and contempt, and 100 bullets were wasted in hopes cf securing revenge. Perhaps the wretches felt they deserved our disgust, for as soon as the warrior rejoined them they rode off the hills without a shot or shout in reply. A Hero Anion? Lepers. The London Tub'e' says: We regret to hear that the Apostle of the Lepers of Molonai is beginning to pay the pen alty of his heroism. Shut away from nil civilized and healthy humanity, Fa ther Damen has for years been a willing prisoner in the island, in which are col lected and confined the lepers of all the neighboring Sandwich group. For a long time, though cut off from the out ward world, Father Damen continued in good health, though alone among the dead. But the stroke has fallen at last. In a letter written recently he says: " mpossible for me to go any more to Honolulu on account of the leprosy breaking out on me. The mil robes have finally settled themsehes in my left leg and ear, and one eyebrow be gins to fall. I expect to have my face soon disfigured. Having no doubt my self of the true character of my disease, 1 feel calm, resigned and happier among my people. Almighty God knows what is best for my sanctification, and with that conviction I say daily a good Finl vn untcts fw." AVhere is the heroism which will vie with this? Vowanic. The tremendous volcanic explosion in New Zealand recalls the similar one which occurred in Java a few years aco. There may be an appor tunity furnished by it to verify the pre vailing thory in regard to the red sun sets about which there has been so much discussion and which, it is claimed were caused by the dust thrown up by me Java eiu iiiun. n reports are trim but tiy showers ot dust and ashes. I ar ticul ars from ew Zealand will he ea gerly looked for by the; scientific, world. THE JOKERS' BUDGET. A LITTLE HUMOROUS READING FOR ONE TO SMILE OVER. Climatic Note Or Course They Shook Out In OaUota-Picklnd Pens No Use for Kidr Hots and Dnnliea, Etc., Etc HE BAD KO USE FOR KIDS, "I hate kids," he said. "Why?" "I think they ought to be locked up in asylums till they're old enough to take care of themselves. If it hadn't been for a kid well it might have been " "What?" "I loved this kid's mother. She was a rich and beautiful widow, aud I was madly in love with her. I was actually contemplating - in fact, I had just got to the point of putting the delicate question. We were in the drawiiTg room. The Kid was playing in tne cor ner. Forgetting all about that, I put my arms fervently around the widow's waist and implanted a passionate kiss upon her lips, when the kid started up nnd rushed at me. 'Don't you kill my mnmmn ' and ran scrcamillsr into the kitchen, calling for the servants." "That needn't have " "What? Marry a widow with a child like that! But the worst came a few nights after. I called at the house, There were several ladies there, and the kid was bcinsr petted all round. Of course the widow was all right, but that confounded child deliberately turnei her back. I didn't mind that, but the mother, to be nice, said : " 'Y'ou darling child, don't you know Mr. ?' " 'Oh, yes,' said the imp, very pertly: 'oh. yes. I know you; you are the man that bited my mamma.' I need rot I could not describe the effect." San Fi ancisco Chronicle. SETTLED THE BUSINESS. McCoy, when he came to Scott county, went to work for a farmer named Hitt, who had a very charming daughter, Emma. A young man, whom Farmer Hitt had repeatedly driven from the place continued to come around, paying his addresses to the daughter, until finally the father, despairing of keeping him away by any milder means, hired McCoy to thrash him every time he came near. Once or twice, or may be more, the young man came, saw the girl, took his thrashing, and departed. But one day there came the end of this sort of thine. McCoy, returning from town, where he had gone as driver and escort for the daughter, approached the father, saying: "Well, Mr. Hitt, I've settled this business of that young fellow's coming around here t see Em." "What do you mean?" asked the farmer. "I mean that he won't come any more, an' you can bet on it." "Why, Mac, you haven't killed him, have you?" asked the farmer, fearfully. "No. Better than that." "What then?" "I've married Em." The o'.d farmer few into a dreadful rage, but McCoy had the girl, and there was no getting "her away fiom him, so Farmer Ilitr, like a sensible man, made the most of it, and gave his son-in-law a piece of land which he is now tilling, while, 'Em" minds the babies like a dutiful wife. L'hicado JVtirs. SENT AWAY. Through the coating of coal dust that covered his face as he leaned against a cart in a prominent coal .yard, Satur day, could be seen an expression of woe. "Why so sad?" asked a wayfarer of the disconsolate coal cart driver. "They've got a new man in my place." "What was the matter, and how did it happen?" "Well, it was this way: I was sit ting in my cart yesterday while the load was being weighed, when the boss came out and said my services would be no longer required." 'But there must have been some rea son for your discharge." "There was," he mournfully replied; "the new man weighs seventy-live pounds more than I do.'' Cincinnati Gazette.- MISS EDITH SHOCKED TnEM. "Yes." said the parson, at the tea table. "Ycung Jordan was out driv ing with Miss Popinjay the other even ing and his horse ran away, They were both thrown out aud the buggy was smashed to pieces. It was a providen tial escape for both of them; but I can't understand how the young man came to lose control " "He must have been driving with one hand," flippantly suggested the minister's eldest ton, a rake of a boy. "Or perhaps he had the reins around his neck," said Edith, a shy young beauty of sixteen, with a charmingly modest mien. And then everybody ex claimed in chorus: "Why, Edith!" WORKING FOR DAKOTA. "When you left Washington, were matters favorable to Dakota?" asked a friend of a self appointed representa tive, who had spent the w inter at the capital. "When I left there, Dakota's inter ests were in most excellent shape," he replied. "I feel much encouraged." "What was it that encouraged you so much?" "Why, sir, I beat the Senator from Missouri in six straight games of poker, and left him just about broke! Oh, I tell you we are guarding Dakota's inter ests at Washington very closely." At ttliine Dako a) Beil. THEY SHOOK. Albert Call was at the shooting park the other day, when two gentlemen ap proached. "-Mr. Gall," said one, "allow me to introduce Mr. AVormwood, of Davenport, Iowa." "What name 2" "Wormwood!' was the answer. "Ah," said Mr. Call, "I've often heard your name coupled with mine. Pleased to meet you." Gall and Wormwood! Shake. In dianapolis Journal. TO EXI'OSE. Mrs. Bagley William, how is it that Boston people are so literary, so refined, so noble and so celebrated? Bagley (angiily) They ain't. Be cause" jour father's aunt was born in Boston you are a regular Hub worstiip er. Tell me now if Boston is so great, why don't they get up a big exposi tion? Mrs. Bagley (tranquilly) Pcrhnps, my dear, there is nothing to expose. l'hila. Ca !. l-K'KINO l'EAS. When Ethalinda DcWiggs visited her cousins in the country last week, one of them said : "Linda, don't you want to help me pick peas this morning? ' "I'd like to, dear," replied Ethalinda, "but I am not properly dressed for picking peas. "Whv how is that?" "I forgot to bring a pea-jacket with mc."jutiltrg Chronicle-Telegraph, TERMS $1.50. TIIE IRREPRESSIBLE. Worldly Mamma: Clara, you should learn something of Mr. De Vincent's income before you encourage him too far. Willie (Clara's small brother): I know all about it, and his outgo, too. Clara: Willie, what are you talking about? AVillie: Well, I do. l ast night his income was about seven o'clock, and his outgo after eleven J'id JiJs. A CLIMATIC NOTE. Esmeralda Longcoffin is the most affected old maid in Austin. There is no end to the airs she puts on. At a lawn party given by Parson Surplus Eel, Gilhool v asked : "Will you have a dab of ice cream, Miss Longrcofrin?" "Oh, Mr. Gilhooly, do you think thai I am dressed warm enough for ic cream ? " '1 e.tas Sifting. TOO SOCR. "t'Larlev," said young Mrs. Tockei to her husband, "I don't mind you drinking once in a while, as long as yor eat plenty of cloves, but I dohopeyou'l! always drink nice, pure, sweet whisky. 1 saw a sign in the street the other day which sys 'whisky sours,' and I know the stuff must be unhealthy after it sours." Merchant Traveler. A HIT. "Mamma," said a little fellow, who had come out secend best in a little set to wiih his playmate, "Mamma, Jim Slow hit me." "Well, why didn't you hit him back, my son?" inquired his mother, " 'Cause," he replied, "I was afraid he'd hit me agin." Chicago New. nis father's misfortune. Old Lady (to small boy) Aren't you afraid of catching cold, little boy, going about in your bare feet : Small Boy I never wear shoes, 'cept in cold wedder. Old Lady Why not? Can't yoi get them? Small Boy Xo'rn. Me fadder is a shoemaker. KILLING TIME. City Boarder What can a fellow do to kill time here? Tell me. Farmer Waal, I dunno. How'd yer like ter whitewash the chicken house? Judge. DOTS AND DASHES. There never was so good a day as to day and to morrow will be better. As an ambiguous statement is neithci here nor there, where is it? Modesty is very becoming in a fool, but it makes a man appear like a fool. Time makes age, and time will come to man, even if he fails to come tc time. When a woman wants to drive a hen she shakes her dress at xt. Cloth shoes, as it were. A green turtle can live six weeks on nothing, and a London Alderman can live six weeks on a green turtle. It is not a misfortune for a young lady to lose her good name when a nice young gentleman gives her abetter one. Thk Teason some men never meet with any failures in tifa is because they never make any efforts to succeed. Impudence may win in a trial heat, but when the bona fide race is run ability is pretty certain to pocket the money. It costs but little to live according to the demands of nature, the main ex pense is living according to the require ments of fashion. The only crop that will be above the average this year, is the crop of candi dates. The drought has no effect upon them. Hast thou a grievance? It is a bad thing to carry around Sell your griev ance for a song, but do not sing the It seems a hard thing that so many dudes should be walking about with nothing to do. when the hand organ man has to pay $40 for a monkey. Col. John L. Sullivvn is having a slugging match with Major John Barley corn, and the Major seems to be getting a good deal the better of it. One of the strange things noticed about the young ladies of 2sew Haven is that they are quite polite to the young men of the city when the college is not in session. Smith I saw vou carryinsr home a couple of nice-looking watermelons last night. Brown. How much did they cost you? Brown I don't know yet. The doctor is up at the house now. When a man takes two cigars from his pocket, puts one in his mouth, and offers you the other with the miorma tion that they are two for a quarter, you can generally make up your mind that he is going to 6uioke the twenty-cent one. A litti e chap told by his mother to sav his pravcrs and. ask lor what ne wanted, praved fir "one hundred broth crs and fifty sisters." The mother was so disgusted with the petition that she hurried the little sinner off to bed be fore he could say, Amen. Now TnAT Niagara rapids have been safely navigated, there is but one more w orld to conquer. If some man will go into Wall street and come out tin scratched the Niagara Falls hero w ill not be worthy to black his shoe. There's a big gate to immortality. Who'll be th first? Now comes an iconoclast and says that "there is a colored man who lives at Mt. Vernon, where George is buried, and he told a lady that once there was a little slave boy named Ike, who lived with Mr. Washington's family, and that what Georcre really said was, 'I cannot tell a lie, father, Ike did . it,' but that the father didn,t hear straight." Little Phil had always mentioned each member of the family in his even ine prayer, but the other night he left out the baby. "Why, Phil, you forgot your dear little brother." His black eyes flashed with the answer: "Thcre'i no room in my prayers lor my nu:e brother; there's no room in this house for him; and what's more, there nevei has been !" Wicked. The mother of ex-Khedive Ismail Pasha, who died ten days ago at Cai-o, was one of the most wicked old women imasinable. She was noted for her depravity, and the men who once entered her palace at the Abbassieh, just outside Cairo, never emerged there from again. On several occasions hei carriage was pelted with stones and Bhe herself mobbed by crowds of women, some of whom demanded their sons, others their husbands and brothers. Latterly she had become exceeding de vout. The Peal Capitalist. The Phila delphia Kecvrd says a capitalist is a man who having paid for his breakfast has enough enchangeable property remain ing in his liftKMf tminn tn rmv for his din ner Vet t that there will be no happiness until all mankind are dead-broke after break- j fast, and no one has anything, j everybody has everything. and HERMIT JOE'S ROMANCE. A GOLDEN DELUSION BT WHICH TWO LIVES WEBB WEECKED. A I over Seeks Wealth and Find What He Thinks la a Cavern Filled with Gold. "Hello, Joe. You seem to be out of your bearings. How do you happen to be in the city?" The stranger stopped abruptly, gazed upon the gentleman with a tare that im plied he did not remember him, mumbled an unintelligible sentence, and then am bled down the avenue and was soon lost to view. He was an old man, with wrinkled brow and stooped shoulders and lon white hair and beard. He was dressed in a well-worn suit of clothes, but which was neatly brushed, as though the owner still took some interest in his personal appea.ance. There was a restlessness in his eyes, though, and a general demeanor of manner that hinted that his intellect had been impaired. "Who is he?" said the gentleman who had addressed the old man in answer to a query from a Chronicle reporter. "He is known up in the mountains as 'Hermit Joe.' His has been a long, sad life, with a peculiar romance woven through it that shattered all his prospects, and to-day you see him a frail, broken-hearted, old man." ' 'It is over thirty years since the ro mance of his life began. Hisfatherhad a small farm a little th:s side of the mountains, and Joe tilled the soil until long after his majority. His was the old story of falling in love with a young girl whose father was what would be called a magnate in that section years ago. The girl's friends would not listen to her marrying Joe, because he was poor, and the engagement was broken off. "Joe used to ponder over the fact that the marriage was prevented solely be cause hewas poor)ai the gentleman said. But for months he plodded along doing the drudgery of the farm work as though he hd abandoned all thoughts of wed ding the girl whom he loved. "Suddenly he mysteriously disap peared. No one knew whither he had gono ' for months after his disappearance. One day a party of .hunters who had known him, discov. red him lying in a hut up in the mountains, a hundred miles from his father's farm. He was moross aud silent, refusing to say why he had chosen the life of a recluse, and merely telling his former friends that he was satisfied to live in his hut and gain a meagre subsis tence by hunting and fishing. "But Joe's romance was only half be gun," continued the gentleman. "Early one morning in the spring, two years after he had left home, he suddenly re appeared. He was a different m:m. lie had sold a lot of skins he had cared, was well-dressed, and seemed to fairiy beam with happiness. "He had several heavy packages in his pockets, which he guarded so zealously that curiosity was urouse.l as to what were their contents. He was so impa tient that he had not been there an hour until he huriicd off to the village, near by. He entered the only jewelry store In the village and accosted the proprie tor with the announcement that he had been working for the past two years in a gold mine he had discovered, which he knew was the richest mine in the world. He would be the richest man in tha State in the world he exultantly said, and then whispered to the jeweller that t last he could wtd the girl for whom he h id labored unceasingly for two years stowing away geld nuggets. "At last he produced the mysterious little heavy packages, which he said were samples of his vast wealth. The iittle group that had gathered together In the store drew close to Joe and gazed awestruck, upon the yellow bits of min eral. The jeweler carefully picked up several pieces, looked at them a couple af moments, and then said : " 'Joe, my friend, you are mistakeu. This is not gold. These deceptive yellow lumps are iron pyrites. They are worth fess.' "For for a minute Joe uttered not a woid. He seemed bereft of speech. Then he mechanically raised his hand to his brow, as though, to collect hi thoughts. A.re jou sure it isiiot goUW lie tremu lously asked " 'Yes,' was the. reply. " 'Then farewell, friends; happiness has forsaken me foreVer.' "That was all he said, flowly he left the store, and as quietly passed along through the village. His father's farm was now reached ; but he stoppc d only to open the door of the homestead and s.iy good-by. In another hour he was on his way back to his ret: eat in the mountains. His disappointment had been so sudden and his grief so intense that his mind eemed to weaken under the great strain. "He did not even stop to see the one he had loved and worked so hard for, but seemed to feel that all was lost to him forever. She, it is said, was true to him and died a few years ago of a brok 'n heart. Joe has ever since dwelt in his hut in the mountains, which of late years his become an object of curiosity to peo ple visiting that section of the country. "He has grown too old to eke out a subsistence, but lives on a small incoir.e his father left him. His mind has be come so weakened that he now imagines the cave near his hut contains a great mass of wealth, but that the world hsis conspired to ignore him and his imagina tive tons of gold nuggets." Pitlsliurg Chronicle. The Riddle of the Sphinx. The riddle of the Sphinx is at length on the point of being solved. The great man-headed, lion-bodied monument, which has for ages been more than half buried by the accumulating sands of the desert, is now being lapidly bro ight to light, and, ere long, one of the most ex traordinary relics of Egypfan civilization will be once more visible in its entirety. The work has been going on ever since January last, when at the suggestion of M. Maspero, the chief director of the de partment of antiquities in Egypt the French public, in the course of a few hours, subscribed sufficient funds to en able the work of ex; avation to be carried to completion. The interest of s :ch news for JSgyptologp-tsmay oe conceived wnen it is remembered that the last time the Sphinx was dug out of the sands was by before Christ, or about ;5,iuu years ago. Scholars, in fact, are of opinion that the SpMnx is the oldest monument in the world. It appears, in any case, to have been erected or chisehd out of the rock more than forty-five centuries before the Christian eta, and therefore about 0,400 years ago. The size of the strange image is very remarkable. The body is more than 1H0 feet long. The ea:s of the human shaped head are about six feet from top to bottom, the other features being iu proportion. The learne I ex plorers who arc ergaged in the work of excavation hold it probable that, wl.cn the statue is fully brought to light, a number of other important discoveries will be made. In any case, this extra ordinary relic of the oldest human civi lization cannot fail to form a more at tractive sight than ever to all visitors to the land of the Nile. London Ston lanU 'Tit for Tat." An articl in the Atlantic Monthly on Ouida, which does justice both to the faults and virtue? of the famed author ess omits to m ntion her antipathy to Americans Her rudeness recently m t with a sharp rebuke. A lady prominent in New York circles attended a reception given by the novelist and was introduced to her as Mrs. , of New Yoi k. " hat !" exclaimed the hontess. An American? I do not usually tare to wel come them" , "Well, you ought to," was the indig nant reply, "they are about the only ones who read your naty novels. Brooklyn Eagle. A Seaside Sketch. The scene is laid at old Cajie May, A maid was bathing in the spray. A vouth Rtood watching f 10 n the shorei " Why do you bathe, fair maulf" asked he, " For divers reasons, sir." said she. Then he his question did deplore. Put though the answer floored him flat, lie still re oUed to furthir chat H.( was not easy to dismay. ' Why come you out, tht n ' queriet he; "For sun-drv reasons sir." quoth she. And then hi sadly went a way. famine r.