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®he .Ciiivnnnnh Svtbttnc. Published bv the Tarawra Publishiax Co.) J. H. DKVEAUZ. Masssmi* > 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, • ( f 1.26 Per Annum; 76 rents for Bix Months; < 60 cents Three Months; Single Copies ( 6 oeuts--In Advance. 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.