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VOL. 111.
Resignation.
IJjough dim mine eyes no tears I plead,
They hold the gathering mist of age;
My memory fails; I scarce can read
My life’s ill-shaped, close-written page.
Uncertain dreams of childhood come
Like song of bird and scent of flowers,
And like the far-off river’s bum,
Falls thought of later hours.
Yet why repine? If I have 1 ind
But rubbish in my earthly uest;
If, in Thy circling gaze profcv id
I cannot add to what is best:
I only bow my head and say:
“Thy will, not mine, be done,”
And in Thy wisdom fade away,
As vapor fades before the sun.
► —[Home Journal.
PATTY’S MUSIC BOX.
A STORY FOR YOUNG AND OLD.
Patty Hendrick was so happy that
she fairly jumped up and down. It
had been snowing all the morning, and
as no one had been to the farm house,
Patty had been having a very dull
time. Right after breakfast she had
helped mamma do the dishes, had made
her bed (for she was an industrious lit
tle girl) and then she had dressed and
undressed Arabella until she was tired
even of her. . Now, however, she was
very much excited, for when Dr. Gray
came in front of her house on his way
.. to see poor, sick Mrs. James, he saw
Patty in the window and called to her.
“Ask your mamma if you can go
down and spend the day with Amy, for
she has a sore throat, and if you can,
I’ll stop for you when I come back,
he said. Mamma was willing and now
Patty was getting ready to go.
While Mrs. Hendrick was trying to
see if Patty’s face was clean, that dam
sel was dressing Arabella and talking
as fast as her tongue would run:
“Mamma, do you suppose Mrs. Gray
will let Amy have the lovely little pup-
* py in the house? Do you believe we'll
have jam tarts for supper? Have I got
to come home before dark?
Finally mamma sail: “Why, Patty
Hendrick, you must stop, or you will
drive me crazy, and I can’t get you
ready to go at all.”
All this happened a good many years
?go, and little girls nowadays would
think that Patty looked funny if they
had seen her when she was ready to
start. She had on bright red stock
ings and a red and brown plaid dress.
Her hair had been done up on corn
cobs the night before to make it curl,
and her face was almost as rosy as her
stockings. Then she put on a thick
brown coat, a white fur cape and hood,
and red mittens, and she was all fixed
when the doctor came.
On the way down to the village, Pat
ty and the doctor met a gray-haired,
cross-looking gentleman riding on a
" black horse. Patty nodded happily,
and the gentleman nodded back, while
Dr. Gray said:
“How did you happen to know Mr.
Simms? I didn’t suppose that he liked
little girls very much."
“I don’t believe he does, for ho al
ways looks so cross. One day last sum
mer I went to the post-office with papa,
and Mr. Simms came out with a lot of
( papers in his hands. After he got upon
his horse’s back he dropped some and
* "looked very cross about it. I went and
picked them up and gave them to him,
and now he always says, ‘Howd’ do,
I Patty?’ to me.
* After she had finished Patty blushed,
for that was a long speech for a little
girl who had been taught that “chil
dren should be seen and not heard,’’ but
the doctor was so kind that no one was
afraid of him.
Soon they reached the house, and
Amy was in the window watching for
them, and oh! how glad she was to see
Patty, for a sore throat is not very good
company on a stormy day.
The little girls went up stairs into
Mrs. Gray's room, and there was the
puppy dozing awiy in front’of the fire,
and on one of the chairs was Amy’s doll,
Violet. Now Violet had a wax head
and Arabella had a china one, but they
were as good friends as their mammas
for all that. First the girls had a romp
with the puppy, and then they put Vio-
let and Arabella to bed, and then Amy
said:
“Why, the very idea! I forgot to
show you what Uncle Charlio sent me
on my birthday,” and off she trotted.
In a minute she came back with a little
round blue box with a handle on top.
She turned the handle and the box
played a lively tune. Patty was so as
tonished that she could hardly speak,
for she had never seen a music box be
fore Amy played tune alter tune an 1
then she let Putty play. They had
their supper up in Mrs. Gray’s room on
a doll’s table and from doll’s dishes,
but although 'they had the cutest little
jam tarts you ever saw, still Patty was
so taken up with the music box that the
tarts didn’t taste as good as she had ex
pected.
While Sam was hitching up the horse
to take Patty homo she played a fast
tune, and such was her excitement that
she almost forgot to put Arabella’s cloak
on. When she got home Patty told her
papa and mamma all about it and said
that she did wish she could have one,
and that night she dreamed that she
saw little angels, all playing on music
boxes instead of on harps.
Weeks went by, but Patty did not
forget, and I am afraid that she teased
her mamma a great deal. Finally Mrs.
Hendrick told her that for every stock
ing she darned nicely she should have a
penny and also a penny for every six
eggs she found.
When the first of summer came Patty
had nearly enough to buy the longed
for music-box. One bright, warm
Sunday Patty went to Sunday-school
and the lesson was about giving. After
it was over the teacher, Miss Lucy Ses
sions, told the little girls how the
minister had told the people in church
that morning about the prairie fires out
in Michigan, and how a great many
people were left without home or clothes
or money.
“Just think of it, children,” Miss
Lucy said, “there are little boys and
girls who haven’t any clothes or any
thing to eat and no place to go, and
some of them have lost their papas and
mammas. Aren’t you sorry forthem;’’
The children all said they were. Then
Miss Lticy sail: “You still have your
homes and parents, and don’t you think
that you could give them some of the
pennies that you have to buy candy
with?i You thinK of it, and if you de
cide that you can, bring them next Sun
day.”
All the way home Patty was very
quiet and it seemed as if there was a
lump in her throat. She was very sorry
for those children out in Michigan and
she thought it must be dreadful not to
have any shoes, or supper, or anything;
but the only money she had was that
she had been saving for the music
box, and oh! she couldn’t give that up,
it had taken so long to get it.
Thoughts of those poor children in
Michigan tortured her all the week and
when she started for Sunday school the
next time there was something heavy in
her pocket and something heavier in her
little heart
She waited until the lesson was over,
and then she put her hind in her pocket
and took out two or three handfuls of
pennies and small change. These she
laid in Miss Lucy’s lap. Only a little
over $3 in all, but as much to her as
S3OO to some older people.
“That’s for the folks in Michigan,”
she said, and ran out before Mrs. Lucy
could speak.
Putty walked home, and part of the
way was through some woods. When
she had gone about half way she sat
down and cried as if her little heart
would break. When she was crying the
hardest she looked up and saw Mr.
Simms.
“Howd’do, Patty?" he said.
“Pr-et-ty w-well, a-ir,” she answered
between her sobs.
Then he asked her what was the mat
ter, and she told him all about the peo
ple j.a Michigan, for she thought be
came he didn't go to church that he
didn’t Know about them. Ho looked so
kind and interested, not one bit cross,
that she told him about the |3 uad the
music Lox.
SAVANNAH. GA.. SATURDAY. JUNE 30, 1888.
He told her to be a brave girl and not
cry, and then ho asked her to kiss him
goodby, for he said he was going a long
way off,” She did and then trotted
home, feeling better, because she had
told some one of her trouble.
The next night after she had gone tc
bed Patty heard her papa say: “Well,
I have found out what that Mr. Simms
has been doing here. He has been writ
ing a book and starts for New York to
morrow’ on his w’ay to Europe. What
an ugly fellow he was I”
One day later in the w’eek the minis
ter came to see Patty’s mother, lie said
he had something to show her; In
handed her a note and this is what she
read:
Mr. Cunningham: Enclosed you will find
a check for SIOO, which you will plea l © send
to Michigan with the rest. I don’t want to
be outdone by little Patty Hendrick.
Edward Simms.
There is only a little more to ths
story. One morning about two months
after this, the expressman stopped at
the Hendrick farmhouse and took out a
good-sized box on which was printed In
large letters:
HISS PATIENCE HENDRICK,
It ,
NEW HAMPSHIRE,
U. 8. A.
When Patty’s papa opened it there
was—what do you suppose? A big, big,
music box, made out of shining dark
wood, beautifully inlaid with mother
of-pearl. It was made abroad and there
was a key with it, and alter it was
wound it would play for an hour. Mr.
Simm’s card was in the box, but that
was the last Patty ever heard of him.—
[Springfield Republican.
The Land of Rose-J am.
The uncounted millions of roses
grown in Roumelia are not merely
turned to account by the rose-farmers
for sale to the preparers of that power
ful essence which, inclosed in long,
slender, carefully stoppered bottles, let
tered with gold, is still so popular
throughout the east, although it has
quite gone out of fashion in this country.
Many tons’ weight of their leaves,
gathered and packed whilo they are
freshly fallen, are converted into rose
jam, one of the exquisite conserves
which, under the generic name of “dul
chatz,” are so admirably confected in
Turkey, Greece and Roumania, and con
stitute a leading feature in the light but
toothsome refection offered to the
casual visitor in every well-to-do orient
al household. Rose-jam, considered
as a sweetmeit, is far superior in flavor
and savor to Rahat L ikoum, and to the
somewhat cloying preparations of an
gelica for which certain Stamboul con
fectioners are justly famous. It is by
no means sickly, or even insipid, as
those delicacies unquestionably are, but
is characterized by an aftertaste no less
brisk and refreshing than that of the
black cherry “dulchatz,” paragon of
all Turkish sweets.-—[London Standard.
A New Style of Stationery.
“What are the fashions in note paper
now? ’ asked a reporter for the New
York Mail and Express of a stationer
recently.
“This is a very popular style,” said
the stationer, as he pointed to a strip of
paper two or three feet long and four
inches wide.
“Great Scott!’ exclaimed the re
porter.
“Yes, sir, you’ve hit it. It is called
‘Great Scott.’ It folds up into a small
space and looks very neat afterwards.
Anoter style h the size and shape of
business letter paper, and it is placed
in long, narrow envelopes. Ladies use
envelopes to appear as much like a busi
ness letter as possible. The ragged
edged paper i» very popular, and so is
paper cut into square sheets. In fact,
anything out of the regular style can be
used now." _____
Would Bore for Them.
“Sir!” exclaimed an enraged student,
“do you suppose that I haven’t any
brains?”
“I can easily fiad out,” replied the
sarcastic profes>or. “if any gentleman
in the class has a gimlet in his pocket?*
Fruit Without Seeds.
It is well known that high cultivation
tends to produce fruit containing fewer
iceds, until at last all the powers of tho
tree or plant are directed to the per
fecting of the pulp. In sotuo cases no
teed appears. Tho finest varieties of
plantains and bananas, pineapples and
bread-fruit have no seeds. Os course,
all such trees and plants have to be
propagated from shoots or cuttings. It
has been a common belief that the life
at such plants could not be prolonged
indefinitely. In tho case of the apple
ind the orange this is true. Tho trees
have to be raised from seeds, and tho
seedless varieties are grafted upon these.
Such varieties of fruit could not arise in
a state of nature. They are tho result
of selection by tho early races of man
kind. It must have been tho case that
tho fruit was abundant, so that peo
ple were content only with tho best. It
must also have been a favorite, if not a
necessary article of food, or man would
not have improved it by careful selec
tion.
Humbolt thought that some species of
the plantain were native to America, but
tho early discoverers made no mention
of finding it hero. If wo could prove it
to bo native, it would raiso our estimate
of tho civilization of tho people. As
the case stands, tho probability is that
these seedless fruits were first produced
in the East Indies, and from that point
have been carried around tho world.
The name of tho banana indicates that
it was given ia tho east, and that tho
fruit was a loading one in the ancient
markets. —[Youth’s Companion.
Paper for Building Purposes.
Tho uso of paper fabric for building
purposes—by tho term paper being
meant broadly a flexible sheet made of
vegetable or other fibre, which has been
reduced to a pulp, and then pressed out
and spread and fine I -is now udvoe ite 1
by some builders on the following
grounds: First, continuity of^tuface —
that is, it can be made in rolls of al
most any width and length, is fl -xib’.c,
or by ghling several layers togethei
may be made stiff, and will stop the
passage of air because there aro no joints;
second, it has no grain like wood, and
will not split; third, it is not affected
by change of temperature, and thus has
an advantage over sheet metal as roofing
material; fourth, whereas in its natural
condition it is affecte 1 by moisture, it
may bo rendered waterproof by saturat
ing with asphalt, or by a variety of
other methods; fifth, it is non-resonant
and well fitted to prevent tho passage of
sound; sixth, it is a non-conductor of
heat, and can also bo made of incom
bustible material, like asbestos, or ren
dered fire-resisting by chemical treat
ment, The combination of paper with
other substances and solidifying tho
mass by pressure, renders practic iblo the
production of a material capabli of re
placing wood for many purposes; and
not least among its characteristics of
adaptability is the ease with which it
may be made into sheets of any width
and thickness, that will not warp or
shrink from heat, cold, or dampness. —
The Lost Mino of Columbus.
The Lost Louisiana mine at Bear City,
Arkansas, has a romantic history con
nected with it. Stories of this mine,
it is said, reached the ears of Columbus
and the early voyagers, and stimulated
many a hardy spirit to renewed exertion.
The mine was worked for many centuries
by ths aborigines, but it is doubtful
whether the Spaniards ever penetrated
the secret paths that conducted to it, as
every precaution was taken to lead them
astray. De Soto lost bis life and was
buried in the Mississippi river as the re
sult of too much curiosity in searching
for the Lost Louisiana. Th, Indians
covered up their works, and it was left
to a keen-eyed miner from the R cky
Mountains to rpveal the long lost and
almost forgotten mines. Tho Ozark
mountains are tunnelled to a wide ex
tent and ruins of ancient works are
fount in great number! in tho vicinity
of B u||Cily. The ancient meth id o!
reducing oreu unknown.— [Commercial
Advertiser, •
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PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
_ _
Truth and oil always come to the sur
face.
Ho that lives with cripples learns to
limp.
Ono enemy is too ninny, and a hun
dred friends are too few.
There aro some things that silence
alone can answer.
Small ideas and largo words make a
painful combination.
It is mind, soul and heart—not taste
or art—that makes men great.
Never speak well or ill of yourself.
If well, mon will not believe you; if HI,
they will bclicvo a groat deal more than
you say.
Vanity and jealousy aro tho two
weakest paiuious in th ■ human heart,
and, strango to toll, they aro tho most
common.
Some things after all come to tho
poor that can't get in at the doors of
tho rich whoso money somehow blocks
up tho entrance way.
If we could read the secret history of
our enemies, wo should find in each
man’s life sorrow and suffering enough
to disarm all hostility.
Where there is abuse, there ought
to bo clamor; became it is better to
have our slumbers disturbed by tho
Sre-bell than to perish amid flames in
our bod.
One of tho commonest of illusions is
to imagine that tho present hour is not
tho critical decisive hour. Write it on
your heart that every day is tho best day
in tho year.
■
Feigned Death and Was Buried.
Col. Musser relates an interesting in
cident of army experience which oc
curred while ho was in command of tho
past of Washington, Ark., in tho sum
mer of 18(14. Tho story as related is
told by a Federal officer, a prisoner in
camp, to C.ipt. Jan. T. Otey of the
Eighth Missouri Infantry. Lieut. Boren
was a Federal officer in an Ohio regi
ment, and had fallen into th j hands of
Dick Taylor about tho time of Banks’
Rod River expedition. Becoming weary
of captivity, he planned with several of
his fellow prisoners a scheme by which
at least one ot their members might
make his esc ipc. Whiskey poker was
playe 1 to determine which ono
should bo given the first chance. Lieut.
Borea won. In accord inco with the
scheme agreed to, he feigned death, was
buried by his comradei in a shallow
grave, and succeeded in making his
resurrection after tho departure of tho
Confederates and companions. The de
serted grave was discovered during the
day by some loiterers about tho camp
ing-place and the ruse “dropped onto,’’
and reported to tho commandant at
Marshfield, La., who immediately set a
pack of bloodhounds to track tho fugi
tive. After the trail was struck all of
these but one were called off. This one
continued the pursuit, an l at the end
of the third day overtook and treed the
lieutenant in the dense woods near
Washington, Ark. The hound guarded
the tree for three days and three nights,
until the soldiers, who took their time
in the pursuit, arrived and again took
charge of the well-nigh starved fugitive.
[St. Louis Republican.
A Well ot Boiling Water.
Liberty Hill, Gi., a small station on
the Northeast Railway, is th) scene ot
a peculiar phenomenon. A well on the
premises of Hiram Lee went dry alter
tho earthquake of 1883, and had to be
sunk eight feet deeper before the flow
of water was resumed. A few days ago
the family of Loo was much alarmed by
loud reports from tho wol), sounding
like powder blasts or the firing ot can
non. On Saturday night another de
tonation was hear! and th) water sud
denly shot like a geyser nearly to the
top of tho woll with a rise and fall like
the drawing in and expelling of tho
br ath in human respiration. The water
thus expelled is boiling hot. People |
for milot around are flocking to the
scene and tho scientists aro much t*-
died over it. • '
NO. 37.