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THE BUTLER HERALD.
Ml 09 T11E 14ST ROES®.
1 LsTfr Vos Hla Brlla
M , oi ir BI T*. '
o i! -WuXStii •* 1
Oo along and do your duty,
Atswanv;
For all ^(ju^otdl your qwn Is Hjs.
Go along and 40 your duty,
•SSBpSf^t
Alwa.ta near to holp and bleu yon,
Btrenghcn you to do tho right;
Look to Him when cares distress you, •
He will uialto your burden light.
Oh, JIoAs so gA>d and fsithflul I
Yo» ran find no chrthfy fnond as true
If you’ll only do your duty,
among them when the fragile shell was
to bo laid broadside to a monster nearly
as long ns the ship. Once when the
boat was stove in by a sweep of the awful
flukes in the death-flurry, one of tho
boys was crashed by tho blow and driven
senseless under the water. When Chips
came to tho surface he counted tlm heads
and missed ono, and down in the bloody
brine he went among the sharks and
fished up the sinking body. He was a
mighty swimmer, and, with only
Ho will never turn from you.
along and do VduV duty,
That Is All OodVia of you)
Do it arOU* Mlcm c '
Keep your heart ar *
t aud conscience
Keep tho great commandment* strictly,
Trust Him wit a* strong, trovffaat.
And you will flmTilis mtfrey Ixnnmless,
You will find Him alwayi Just.
Trust Him,whan life’s sky ia darkest,
When Hope’s iW is hid from sight;
He can change the gloom to brightness,
Turn to duy tho darkest night !
CHIPS, PtE CARPENTER.
BY jofl* fBOVXt O'nailiL'T. .
“Chips,” whom I knew for months by
no other name, was ship’s carpenter of
the
whaler Gazelle, of'Netr Bedford. He
twenty-six yeurg old, Rirffcbt high,
and strong as a tree. Ho was the favor
ite of the whip—aud no wonder. He was
tender and gentle, perhaps because he
was strong; he was peaceful, beenuso lio
was powerful. And the soft word which
turneth away wrath, with thegentlo hand
to soothe a sufferer, are often needed in
the whale fisheries.
Most of tho foremast hands of the Ga
zelle were rough Portugese lads, from the
Western Islands, on their first voyage.
They were treated with coarse contempt
by the few American seamen and by tin
officers.
Tho’only “white man”—os the Taiikeo
sailor loves to call liimsclf—wild was kind
and patient with the rude boys was
Chips; and ho was never tired of show
ing them or teaching them somotliing of
what he knew. He was one of thoso
unselfish fellows who did not believe in
keeping knowledge to themselves. Ho
bad never been to sea before, but dtiriug
Iho first two years of this voyage he had
attended to so -many things besides his
own easy work, that ho was considered
as one of tho best and coolest whales-
men aboard.
Although exempt from standing watch,
I10 had insisted on doing the duty from
the first day out. At night, if the weather
were good, he would sit on tho main
hatch, in tho center of a ring of the Por
tugese lads, and with wonderfnl patience
teach them to make splices mid knots,
and to spook English. Ho never tired
of doing thiij or any other kindly thing
for them. • In flic duy time, if thero were
work for him at his trade, he still hud
them around him, cxplaining-everything
ns he sawed or planed*-as ff-So wished
to make, them as gooii cavpenlera Os ho
was himself.
On Sunday; when every ono brought
his letters and pictures on deck, Chips
showed the only signs, yf sadness we
ever saw. He wiHj the only one on board
—except myselte-'Vfho bad neither pic
tures nor letters—neither face nor word
to remind him of home.
When tho ship touched at some port
with n postoffioe, aud every one ran for
letters, Chips remained aboard—he knew
thero was none for him. An one of tho
boys’ albums he found a picture of an old,
white-haired woman—tho lad’s mother—
and every Sunday afternoon he asked for
that album, and always gave it back
when ho had turned and looked nt that
picture.
The ship* Had boon two years out when
I first saw Chips. Through strange and
unhappy ciroWWBTShces I was afloat on
the Indian Odofifti’ftn a small Joat, when
to cling to, he held the senseless man out
of water from noon till sunset.
But, to the story. Tho Gazelle had
been cruising for throe mouths a few
hundred miles off the coast of Western
Australia—the great nonol oolony of Eng
land—and during that time had not
fallen in with a single sperm whale.
One raw afternoon, with a harsh
breeze and a rising sea, at last we heard
♦he long sing-song cry, from the mast
head, “ He blows! tlier—re—blo-o-wsj”
Four times, at regular intervals of aliont
forty seconds, tho cry was repented; and
then he knew it was a sperm whale.
It was about 5 o’clock in tho evening
when the first cry was heard, and the
sun wont down nt 6:30, with scarcely five
minutes of twilight. As a rule, on board
of American whalers, when whaler, Are
seen Into in the evening, the boats are
not sent down, unless circumstances,
such as weather, moonlight, and so on,
are very favorable. In most coses the
course of the whales and the speed of
their travel are carefully noted. When
a coiirso ” a school of sperm wholes
will move nt the rate of about six miles
liour; when “ feeding” they keep on
tho same “(pound” not moving
W. N. BENNS, JAMES D. RUSS. Editor*.
“LET Tlli.ltH HE EIGHT.’
Subscription, $1.50 in AiS.nce.
VOLUME IV.
BUTLER, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1880.
NUMBER 52.
than a few miles a day. When seen late
in the evening, the ship is steered dur
ing the night according to tho observa
tions, and often finds tho school in sight
in the morning, when the boats are at
onoo sent down.
Tliis course was not followed on the
evening in question. It wns not a school
we saw, but a “lone whale,” and one of
extraordinary size. The night promised
to be a rougn one, and tho whale’s mo
tions were strangely irregular, os if he
had lost himself in an unknown sea.
There is something solemn and mys
terious in the sight of “lone whales,”
and marvelous superstitions are current
among whalemen respecting them.
Though spending year after year on the
groat waters, whalers become more im
pressionable to supernatural things than
other seamen, and long observation of
the shoals or schools of the vast creatures
they pursue, tends to fill them with
amazement and awe when they meet
with a solitary leviathan who has aban
doned all fellowship with his kind, who
lives by his own law—lonely, mighty and
the flukes struck out in rage and agony.
Tho sun disappeared aud the gate
screamed wilder in the rigging. Wa
could no longer see the boats from the
ship. Tho few men on board clewed up
running
the light sail and took a reef in tho top
sails, and by this time the night was
dark os pitch, and the gale had whipped
and howled itself iuto a hurricane.
It was fearful to think of the four
small boats out in such a sea as was then
running. We on the ship hod to cling
to the roil of tho rigging; the terriflo
strength of the waves swept the heavy
vessel about like a cork. 1 saw the cap
tain's face a moment as he passed the
biuuaole lomps, and it was absolutely de
formed with grief and terror—not for
himself, brave old sailor, but for his boys
in the boata.
“Who’s at the wheel?” ho shouted;
“send a steady man to the wheel.”
“Ay, ay, sirl” answered in the dark a
deep quiet voice; “I’ve got-the wheel"
That was Chips, aud 1 walked aft to
be near him. Just then a long hail came
through tho darkness, and we saw the
flash of a boat’s lantern on the lee quar
ter. In a minute more a line was flung
aboard, and we soon bad oqe crew safe
on deck. It was the mate’s boat.
“Where are the others,” waa the first
question.
I’ve put her about, and we 1
down again.”
Thero was doad silence. Wo all knew
the search was hopeless. No man could
swim in such asea; and we had a thought,
though no ono spoke it, that brave Chips
1.0,1 liAAn Irilfo/l V.t. 41,a 1!ma I..!/...
had Been killed by the line beforo he
touched the water.
All night wo bent about the place
where we thought it had occurred. Tho
wind and sea fell, and the moon came out
great beauty to holp our sad search.
Every man on board staid on deck till
the sun roso, and thon we looked far and
inly over the heedless swell of tho sea.
Chips was dead. The rough Portu-
i lads found it hard to believe that
kind heart and strong hand of their
friend had gone forever. We all know
that tho best man in tho ship was taken
away.
■Fast to the whale,” was the answer,
'and there are no lanterns cm the boat”
One of tho men from the boat relieved
Chips at the wheel, and he went forward
to ng lanternB at tho fore and main tops.
When this was done we stood together
on tho forecastle, looking and listening
for tho boats. Suddenly he turned to
me and said:
“We’re going to lose some one to
night, While I was at the wheel, It
this Now BcdfbRtHvhsW hews in sight,
and ran toward me. Tho first man tc
spring ont in the mizzen chains, to help
me aboard, Was stron^-han^pd Chijis,
with tears of sympathy in lift oyes. On
deck the captain met mo with open hand
and heart, and for eight months I sailed
with the whalemen, ami took port in the
good and ill that befell them.
Chips ami I were friouds from the in
stant our bauds struck. Shading hands
is one of tho best tests ofcharactcr.
Some people shako your hand so politely
that you feel they would care mighty
little about shaking your acquaintance;
some men slip their hands into yours
and make you feel as if you were squeez
ing a fish; some people’s hands are no
thick, and fat, and cold, that yon might
ns well grasp the. fingers of a leather
dummy. Most people, and nice people,
shake Lands as a preliminary to conversa
tion; but now and fheh one’s hand
strikes into a sympathetic palm, the
fingers lake full hold, Iho thumbs inter
lock and close—and when that friendly
grasp is over, there is not a word to ho
said—it spoke all friendly greeting in its
own go<i<l language. Just such a kindly
and grim grip did Chips give me tho
first timo we met. / ,
When I hoarded the whaler I was in a
bad way for clothes; all that belonged to
mo in the world were tho few branded
mgs that I had worn in the boat, Sailors
arc used to such things; and they know
tho remedy. Every ono eamo forward
with his liilie offering: ’> One brought a
' hat, another a jacket, another a pair of
sea boots, a jack-knife, a enko of to
bacco. and so on. until Iliad a bunk full
of marine necessities.
Chips had least to give of all, for ho
had shipped without a regular outfit. But
when he saw all that had been given,
smiling at the rough boys as each ono
handed his offering, he drew mo off to
liis own cubby-hole, and hauled round
his own cheat,* Out bn his bed came the
contents; and in a minute there was a
fair division of all it contained—flannels,
shirts, stockings and everything to a
handkerchief.
“These ore yonra, and these are mine,’’
said Chips; “and I’ll make yon a chest
to-morrow.”
That’s the sort of a
terrible.
Soon after the cry from aloft, we sow the
whale from tho deck, only a short dis
tance from the ship, and we mi^ht have
seen him long before bail not his white,
bush-like spont been lost in tho angry
whiteness that was fast spreading over
tlm sea.
For a moAenVhll eyefc wcto fastened -
on the long body, like a groat, black
tube, oyer which the waves washed.
Every face was wonder-stricken nt tho
immense size of tho whale.
Captain Clifford;’had been oxtvminiug
him through h glass, which ho haudfed
in turn to each of his officers.
“What do you say, Mr. Hussey?’’ he
inquired of the first mate, who glanced
at the sun and answered:
“Go down, sir; We enn doit.”
“Mr. Joseph?" and the captain turned
to the second mate, an old Portugese of
extraordinary size, nnd perhaps tho most
famous whaleman alive.
“Go down, sir, if we want to get the
fellow; we’ll never see him again.”
The two other officers were younger
men, and of tho snino mind. There
was no time lost in furUier consultation.
“Swing the boats I” shouted the “old
Tlio lines and irons had already been
thrown in by the crews. A “heave, oh!”
and a straimng sound, and in one min
ute the four boats struck the water, Ad
tho men were settled on the thwarts with
the long onrs out.
The sun was low and large and rod,
aud the whole western sea and sky wore
magnificent in crimson and gold and
black. Thepicture was one of the finest
I ever saw. The rising sea was jet black,
except where it was bloody; a broad
road of crimson shimmered from tho
ship to the sun; the long body of tho
whale, even blacker than tho sea, was
plainly seen in the ruddy glare; and life
was added to the immense scene by tho
four white specks—the whaleboats—
closing to a point as they drew near tho
motionless monster.
It was not until tho boats hod left the
ship that we realized how threatening
the weather. Every moment the
seemed to me as if something whispered
in my ear that we’re going to lose one
man to-night.”
I said he was growing m superstitious
ns old Kanaka Joe, and he answered:
“I can’t help it. It did seem that I
heard that whisper, and so plain was it
that I nearly dropped the wheel in
terror.”
Another shout from the sea out off
further talk, and we soon had two more
boats at the davits. The absent] one
was Mr. Joseph’s, nnd we knew that
through thick and thin he would hold
on to the whale. It waa hours before
wo found him; and when we did he re
fused to cut his lino from tho carcass.
Tho captain cried to him that we conld
not hold the whale in suen a sea, bnt
the whaleman cried book:
, ‘He’s a liundred-an’-flfty barreler;
and if yon don’t take the line aboard,
we'll stick to him in the boat!”
Soon after, as the gale was moderating,
the line wns token in, passing through a
strong iron brace screwed on.to the atar-
Two years afterward, when I found
myself in Boston, I took from my sacred
things a letter, whioh I had found in
Chip’s cheBt. It was addressed to a wo
man, with the name and number of a
Cambridge street. I found tho pine©—
a small framo house, with lots of Chip’s
bandiword around it. His mother met
me at the door, white-haired woman.
See seemed to have been waiting and
wntohing for somebody, A few words
told the hopeless story. The tetter was
for her, ana she read it over—tho letter
of her only boy, asking forgiveness for his
one great nnd only disobedience—and ns
she rend, the white head bent lower and
lower, till it met the thin hands; aud
I turned and left the little room I had
darkened,“with all ita poor ornaments,
useless now, nnd, as I walked toward
Boston, I could not help thinking that
God’s ways are often wofully far from
being our ways.—Appleton's Journal.
amidships, from wliich it was taken bad
and made fast to the windlass bite at the
foot of the mainmast.
It wns a new line of stout Manila
hemp, and its strength was put to a fear
ful test. A hundred fathoms astern of
the ship it held the monster’s carcass;
and, as the vessel rolled heavily to the
sea tho strain on tho liuo was terriflo.
Standing forward of it I laid my hand on
tho line ns tho strain came, and I felt it
stretch aud contract like a rope of India
rubber.
Mr. Joseph’s boat hod come alongside,
aud tho captain, standing on the star
board rail, was shouting to him through
a trumpet The line from the whale
passing from astern to the brace forward.
aud buck to the bits amidships, made an
acute angle, inside of whioh the captain
was standing. I saw and nntiood this as
passed forward, and Inoticod, also, in tho
dark, a tall 1 ’ u “ 1 —
who seemed to be lean-
p© he ia for-
os I went on
ing against the line. “I hop© he ia for-
fard of it” I said to myself
sens came wilder and heavier ogninst the
vessel. Only now and again, as they
were lifted on a sea, could we catch sight
of the bravo little boats. The breeze
grow stronger every minute, and before
the first boot neared the whole, was
whistling through the rigging in the wild
way that tolls of n coming gale. The
captain regretted tho lowering of the
boots, nnd soon signaled them to return.
But the men were excited, and refused to
see tho signal. Filled to the gunwale,
the sens lashing over them every mo
ment, w they went whore only a thing
so nearly perfect ns a whaleboat could
keep afloat. As tho first boat swung
round to run down to leeward of tho
whale, the red sun stood fairly on the
black field of ocean.
Talk about the bravery of soldiers in
battle, or of men ashore in any enter
prise you please; what is it to the bravery
of such a deed os this? A thousand miles
from land, six mon in a little twenty-
eight-foot shell, coolly going down in a
stormy sea to do battle with the mightiest
created, nnimnl! It is tho extreme of
human ooolness and courago, because it
is the extreme of danger. The soldier
faces one peril—the bullet The whale
man, in such a ease as this, has three
mighty enemies to fight—the
gale and the whale.
— tho liarpooncr of each boat
with* what I was about
I hod not token six steps from the spot
when something strange occurred. The
ship steadied, as if the wind had ceased.
There was no sound greater than the
storm; but, instead, thero seemed to fall
suddenly a stillness. I ran amidships
and grasped for the line in tho dark. It
was gone! A rush to the rail and all
wns dear. ’Hie strain had torn out tho
brace. The mighty pull of the whale
ostem had jerked tho line straight, like
the cord of a gigantic bow, and the cap
tain, who hail been standing on the rail,
was struck by the flying rope and thrown
senseless for into the sea.
AH this had been seen by the men in
the boat before any one on board had
realized the affair. In less that a min
ute the cry of “Saved!” reached ns from
Mr. Joseph, and, in a shorter time than
can l>e imagined by a landsman, the
boat was hanging at tho davits, and the
Injured commander was being cared for
in liis cabin.
Rum and hard rubbing are the potent
remedies on a whaler, and by dint r*
these the captain opened liis eyes in
quarter of an hour. Ho had been
stunned, but not seriously injured.
He was amazed at first at seeing the
mate and myself standing over him with
the rum botUo. But without a word he
realized the situation.
How is tljo weather?” he naked.
“The wind lias gone down,” said Mr.
Joseph. “We're under foresail jib and
reefed topsails, and running right away
from the whale.”
“Gono?” said the old man.
“Gone,"answered Mr. Joseph ruefully.
“Stanchion dragged, and the line ported,
onil eight thousand dollars went without
an owner.”
Tell Chips to see to that broken
rail," said the captain, closing his eyes
drowsily.
“Ay, ay, sir,” said the old second
mate, as he stomped on deck.
I heard him stop at the after-hatch,
where the boat-steerers and the carpenter
lived, and call “Chips" two or three
times. At Inst there wtis an answer in
another voice—not Chips’; then a round
of hurried feet on deck, a shout down
tho forcnstle; and a shout bock in answer.
Thero was no Chip there.
Two minute* after, a heavy foot came
aft to the cabin stairs, and Mr. Joseph,
with a white face, entered.
I knew what he had to toll. I knew
—just as if I had scon it all—who th
everything. No wonder the boys loved I s tand up as they camo within heaving tall man was whom I had seon leanin)
him, and that the one word spoken in j distance, and send in Jiis two irons. All . against the line.
the best tones of the ship was the name
of the kind-hearted, many Chips.
Ho was ns bravo as he was kind. When
whales were chased, Chips went down in
0 boat, and there was no coolel head
tlio boats were fast before the monster I The captain looked at the second mote,
seemed to feel the first blow. Then “Chips is gs*e, sir,” said the old
came the fight, the cruel and unnatural sailor, with a tremor in his rough voice
Ua4.»aa« .mot tviwnr mwl lrnpn nkill. ••Gliim wns knocked over bv the line,
fight between' vast power and keen skill. . “Chips was knocked over by tho lino,
The black water was churned white os and we’vo gone four knots since it parted.
Til*Lars* Owe© by Gsirrsmtsb.
An ingenious statistician, who had
been losing sleep in the pursuits of
science, has added up the notions of the
world, ond is distressed to find out that
this poor old world is really bankrupt:
that it owes more than it cun pay, and
that, as the process of debt-making is
continually going ** 41 “ 1 —
A Model Girl.
Do you want to read this word-picture
a modest girl ? I wish more of her
class existed, for tho sake of society at
large. She is not what is called hand
some, though possessed of a quiet at
tractiveness all nor own. Her wardrobe
is chosen for quality according to her
financial circumstances ; the colors are
selected with care, suitable to each other
and favorable to her oomploxion (you
may call this taste, so is is, “ modest
taste "); the style must, of course, be
near the popular fashion os she dare ap
proach, but nover quite up to the height;
wheu out colling ot shopping sho dresses
with neatness and core; if walking, she
neither moves too fast nor slow, but
glides along with a natural and graceful
step which is very becoming, recogniz
ing her friends by a polite bow or wel
come grasp of tho hand ; but there are
no demonstrative embraces or gusliiug
words. She is striotly truthful. When
any question is lieing discussed, and her
opinion is asked, she gives it hesitating
ly, not doubtfully, and, if not accepted,
never allows hersolf to utter a contra
diction, but calmly and quietly with
draws from tlio discussion, although her
opinion is not lost or defeated by so do
ing ; on the contrary, it almost always
carries weight aud effect. Her acts and
words arc unobtrusive, but her influence
great in the home which it is her hap
piness to adorn.
Novel Occupations.
There are men in Paris who go from
hospital to hospital collecting the linseed
plasters that have served the turn of doc
tor and patient, afterward pressing the
oil from the linseed and disposing of tho
linen, after bleaching it, to tlio popor-
makers. Others mako a couple of francs
a day by collecting old cords, whioh, be-
TBE WOULD BANKRUPT.
^ . tho inevitable end
will bo a universal smash. The gloomy
view of the situation ia supported by the
magnitude of tho figures—total amount
e believe is some 820,000,000,000or 830,-
000,000,000—anil it is plainly true that,
with tho exception of tlio Unif
4 United States,
the civilized goverments of the world ore
rapidly increasing their indebtedness.
But we believe that this immense aggre
gate of dobt is an evidence rather of sol
vency thon of bankruptcy; a proof, not
that the world is so poor as to be insol
vent, but that it is so rich that no extrava
gance can ruin it All the great public
debts of the world aro the creation of the
S resent century, and many of thorn of
io past twenty or thirty years. At the
irn with » ho
“ Duck” Grant as a Financier.
Gen. Grant’s election to tho Presidency
of a mining company ft the outcome of a
long-planned scheme upon tho part of
Ulysses Grant, jr., or “Buck" Grant, as
lie*is generally called. Buck Grant ft
now twenty-eight years old, and ono of
the most successful financiers of his ago
in this country. His talent in that direc
tion has been fully brought out during
the last two years. Daring the closing
days of his father’s Presidency ho acted
as* Private Secretary. Grant doubted
every one about him when Babcock fell,
and would not allow any one but Buck
to have access to to liis private papers.
Buck was at this time modest, smooth- i to marry you:
faced, medium-sized, slim in figure and | corn-planting
■Vow on Arkon
ILIUU Rock GosstMTl ’ : ^
The peculiar (renditions upon wliich •
matrimonial affair was based in South
Arkansas have just como to light. Dick
Anderson had just graduated between
the plow-handles. It was said that he
could run a furrow so straight that it
would brook ft knock-kneed jpjm’s leg to
walk hi it. This accomplishment was a
kind of frontispiece to a future volume
of agricultural success, mid ,um>» than
one vottiigTadV lit tlio neighbor hoi*l litad
her eye on the young catch. Dick wasu’t
bashful, but he didn’t set’m to b«
tic’ilarly impressed with .ilio dmruis
scattered around him like falling drops
of water that linger on leafy trees after %
rain. But he soon met liis fate, a young
Indy, Winnie Hogrow. Winnie was a
buintiful girl .and conkl coyer «• mfioh
and scrape as much' cot-’
.. the neighborhood.
couple loved—devotedly, agricul
turally. Hogrow had, raised lift fjtugh* ,
t t with great core, and now that she
had attained her zenith of usefulness, it.
grieved him to think of losing her. On
Sundav Dick went over, and, going out
whore‘the old mail was shelling corn to
the pigs, said: ,
“Mr. Hogrow, J suppose— ’
t suppose anything.
, then, you doubtli
I don’t know anything.'
That’s all rigid, thon.
daughter,
ill km
h know—*"
di looking. His modesty and
ability, however, made him many friends.
Some* powerful men in New York took up
Buck when his father set out for Eurmie.
Young Ulysses, who is a graduate of Har
vard, thought liis future was to be devel-
ojied in the legal profession,
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ing clcanod and pared, fetch, it is said,
half a franc per hundred. A lady resi
dent of the Faubourg Saint Germain is
credited with earning a good income by
hatching red, black, and brown ants lor
peasant preservers. One Parisian, ac
cording to the Continental Gazette, gots
his living by breeding maggots out of the
foul meats ho buys of the chiffoniers, and
fattening them up in tin boxes. Another
breeds maggots lor the special behoof of
mghteiigftles; and a third merchant
d’astioow Ixiasts of soiling between thirty
and forty millions of worms every soason
for piscatorial purposes. He owns a
great pit at Montmartre, wheroiu ho
keeps liis store. Every day his scouts
bring him fresh stock, for which he pays
them from five to ton pence per pound,
according to quality; reselling tnem to
anglers at jost double these rates; and
clearing thereby something over $1,500 a
year. ,
beginning of tho oontury France had no
debt at all and England only a trifling
one. Italy, which is quite active os a
debtor, did not exist os a nation thirty
years ago and the United States had no
public or local debt of any amount twenty
years ago.
If, in the course of eighty years, the
nations of the world have succeeded in
loading themselves up with a burden of
debt to the whole of the estimated wealth
of tliis oountry at tho last census, it ft a
proof that their material prosperity and
accumulated resources have reached pro
portions which would have been consid
ered impossible anil mythical in any
previous era of history. France, which
now thrives aud prospers under an enor
mous debt of $4,700,000,000, on which it
pays an annual interest of $203,000,000,
would have found it impossible 100 years
ago to borrow the amount which
nuolly paid for interest. England
a debt of some $4,000,000,000, the foun
dations of which wore laid in the attempt
to prevent the French from being ruined
by a sovereign of their own choosing.
But if England had had any idea at the
outbreak of the Napoleonic wars of the
outlay which would ho incurred, we may
be sure the ablest fiunciers would havo
said that there was no credit of gover-
meut or power of authority which would
suffice to carry so lnrgo a debt. Now,
triumphant Germany asks France for a
trifle of $1,000,000,000 as coolly as if it
were a bottle of wine, anil totally mort
gages tlio resources of a nation before a
nation ft established. Was the world
any richer 100 years ago, when its lack
of credit prevented its borrowing money?
Is it any poorer now, when it has bor
rowed bo much that a demand for pay
ment would bankrupt it ?
A very simple auswer to the question
may bo had by merely considering where
all the money camo from which is now
invested in tho Graud Livro or ledger of
France, the consols of England, and tho
Ixmcft of other countries. Before the
country could borrow there must have
been capitalists who had tho money to
lend—and to spare. The nations could not
have borrowed unless tlio peonlo were
able to lend, and if the world is able to lend
$20,000,000,000 or $30,000,OIK),000 it can
hardly bo in danger of immediate bank
ruptcy. In fact, the debts of tho nations
arc merely tho surplus of the people^ a
small part of tho accumulations which
have been made in a century of industry
and of progress. Steam, electricity, and
patent inventions have accumulated in
tho world such a mass of wealth os tho old
world never dreamed of; and, os tho pro
cess of accumulation is going on faster
than tho process of borrowing, tho world
is growing richer every day, richer in
spite of wars and armies and kings and
tariffs and tax-eaters, anil other obstacles,
and there ft no coll for any learned statis
tician to sit up of nights in despair over
the future of an insolvent world.
after admission" to the bar, assigned to do
duty in the United States District Attor
ney’s offioc in New York. There Secre
tary John Sherman has thrown special
business in his way. Buck Grant, after
accumulating a small capital under
influential and jiowerfol auspices, began
making ventures iu Wall street He
succeeded so well that he abandoned tho
law for more profitable fields of specu
lation. Becoming interested, finally, in
mining stocks, he paid a visit to the Pa
cific coast, where the great bonanza firm
of Flood & O'Brien took him under its
wing. Mr. Flood tossed young Buck a
few points, nnd he made such a good use
of them that the great speculators backed
young Ulysses iu bis cruise around the
world of speculation, acting ns liis men
tor nt every point. The docile pupil so
inodo use of liis skillful training that at
the cml of two years lie had $300,000
placed to liis credit. It was only when
this sum was reached that the young
proposed a matrimonial alliance
with the great firm. Buck bus now as
sociated with him os partner lift brother
Jesse D. Grant. Buck himself promises
to become one of the most brilliant oper
ators in the country. Besides the fortune
that he has made for himself he has made
several special speculations for his father.
Just beforo Gen. Grant went to Mexico
lie intrusted to Buck Grant $85,000 for
the purpose of seeing wliat could be done
with it. Buck Grant, during the absence
aken, Mr. Hogrow?’
••'See here, yoitug feller, I c
to low? my giu. I have hail
bad luck tliis season. The aufcwortas
began on the corn by the time it’ealne
up, anil the bugs pitched iuto the cutta»;
and, to make tilings worse, my best mule
and one of mv cows got into a fighith ■
other day. The cow hooked the Vuul*
and the mule kicked the cow. untiPboUi
of them (lied. Ho, under ciriAn-
stances, I’ll rather you’d marry soanel ’ -
else." , \
“I don’t accept your misfortunes m
excuses. I’m going to marry the girl. ’
“I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Dick. I’ll
make this arrangement: Wo’ll wrestle,
nnd if you throw inc the girl’s your’n; if
I throw you she’s mine. If you marry
her against my will, I shall pleasantly
exterminate you. I! you throw me nnd
marry her, this form, together with the
gal, ft your’n. I’ll give three trials—one
to-day, one three weeks from now, and
the other six weeks."
Dick was eonqielledto agree, although
the old man was recognized ns the best
wrestler in the country. Ho had chal
lenged everybody, and had thrown every
one who hail accepted. After eating din
ner tlie old man announced lift willing
ness to take the first ballot. Dick was
willing. The contestants, including tho
girl, went into the yard, tlio girl took the
hats and the mon grappled each other.
The signal was given and Dick went over
the old man’s head and plowed a short
furrow in the ground.
“Give mo my hat,” he said to the girl.
“Don’t give it up,” «ho remarked,
handing over his tile. “Go away nnd
practice.” Dick left discouraged, but,
of bis father, cleared for him from tho
canital some $40,000; so Gen. G™nt, upon
liis return, found a dispatch placing $65, -
000 at liis disposal by lift thrifty sou.
With this profitable simulation added to
lift oredit, Gen. Grant ft worth to-day in
tho neighborhood of $180,000. Tliis lat
est mining scheme of Buck Grant’s in
placing his father at the head of tlio Ban
Pedro Company, ft based upon a plan of
tlio youthful UlvBses to realize the wild
est dreams of Monte Christo. The union
of the Grant aud Flood families is to bo
followed by an aggregation of wealth that
will make the families among the most
formidable in point of influence in this
oountry.
Floasnnt Life in Bengal.
The daily lifo of tho fapiily is a series
of pictures of Arcadian simplicity. At
daybreak, when tho crows begin to caw,
the whole household is astir. The two
cider brothers arc off to tho fields, while
Gayaram is seeing after the cows. Tho
women arc busy m the huts and court
yard Sometimes tho men come home
to their mid-day meal, and sometimes it
is carried to them in tlio fields. At sun
set the luhors of tho day are brought to
a close. A mat is spread in the court
yard and the men sit down cross-legged
Detecting a Witch.
A singular instance of belief in witch
craft, a superstition supposed to bo ex
tinct, is reported from Norristown. Pa.
Some days ago a young married woman
was taken ill, and her sickness was at
tributed by her husband to the fact that
bewitched. Anxious to diocover
the guilty party, he procured a now
horseshoe from a blacksmith shop, —
pared it in some way to uotlike a chi
and then threw it into the fire. Not
long afterward he heard one of his
neighbors complain of a burning pain in
her chest, auil believed that ho hod
found tho witch. To make sure ho placed
some salt under the carpet at the
doorway of his house and awaited tho
result. Several neighbors came to see
the sick woman aud crossed the thresh
old without difficulty, but the suspected
ono stumbled in passing over it. He in
tends to try further experiments re
ported to be effective in discovering
witches.
Polishing Furniture.
To clean furniture, especially tho sur
face of a finely-polished piano, wo will
(rive our laily friends a receipt better
than any in the books. Take a wash
bowl half full of tepid water and a lit do
fine toilet soap ana ft table-spoonful of
sweet oil. Dip a pioco of old flannel in
this, and apply it to the wood, rubbing
gorously for a while ; then exchange
tins for a piece of old, soft, fine cotton,
not linen, us that leaves its fibers of
lint, and rub with this a while, finishing
with a fresh piece of tho same rag until
the liquid application is thoroughly re
moved. All these successive applica
tions to be made to ono particular spot
of the wood no larger than can bo
worked with a shingle stroko of the arm,
and that to bo finished beforo a fresh
place is to be treated. When tho whole
piano has been done over in this way (it
shonlcl take two hours, Rt least, to do it
well) it will look as good as mew, anil
far Letter than if refinishod by an or
dinary workman. This ft the boat ap
plication for that purple cloud that
comes over a polished wood surface in
damp weather. Of course a judicious
person will l>o very sparing of the liquid,
although she has a wash-bowl half full
of it, and will not use enough to drip on
tlio carpet, or to penetrate to tho in
terior of the piano.
He Has Given Up That Trick.
“You see mo load tliis musket with
powder and ball," said a Spanish juggler
to au audience at Summit, Plumas
County, Cal, last Sunday night. Ho
then put the musket in tho hands of Pat
Burns, of Reno, who works on Cunning
ham’s ranch, in that neighborhood.
“Now,” said tho juggler, extending his
right arm, “wheu I count throe, fire at
it arm, ' wneu x uuuu* uuw. *»»«> «•
my hand, and I will catch the bullet.
Pat fired at the word, and with such
quickness and good aim that tho ball
passed through the Spaniard’s wrist.
The performer ran howling through the
audience and out of tho hall. This ended
the pcrfiffmance. When T. V. Julien
came by there yesterday tho Spaniard a
wound was doing well, but ho said, “I
Beady-Made Dimples.
And now has turned up an inge Jious
artist who advertises to furnish ladies
with ready-made dimples 1 Ho thus de
scribes the process : “I make a punct
ure in the skin ut tlio point where the
dimple ft required that cannot bo no
ticed when it lias healed, aud with a
very delicate instrument I remove a
slight portion of tho muscle. Then I
excite a slight iullammntion, which at
taches tho skin to tho sub-cutaneous
hollow I havo formed. Ii. a few days
the wound—if wound it can be called--
has healed, and a charming dimple is
the result.”
and smoke their hubble-bubbles; and nt
such times it is tho joy of Badan’s lifo to
listen to tho childish prattle of his little
daughter Malati. Occasionally the
brothers pay visits to their neighbors, or
neighbors drop iu and join iu the smok
ing. Tho conversation ft nearly always
the same—tho weather, the bullocks, the
crops, aud the cows; the plowing, har
vesting, sowing or irrigating. But
money ft ever the burden of the talk;
rupees, annas, and pice; tlio zemindar's
rent; tho interest paid to tlio money
lender; tho cost, profit or loss of every
transaction connected with the form or
household. The wholo fumily is relig
ious; indeed all Hindus ft religious.
They may l»c everything that ft good or
bad, but they are ucver wanting in fear
of tho gods. They are constantly utter
ing tho sacred names, anil they offer a
portion of every meal to tlio gods of the
earth, water, and sky. They see deity
iu everything that exists, anil omens of
good or evil in everything that moves.
If they meet a cow or a wedding they re
joice over their good fortune; if tlioy see
a widow or a funeral they aro down
hearted at their ill luck. Thoyengngo
in no business, or journey, or transac
tion of any sort or kind, without a pray
er to the goddess Lakshina or on invoca
tion to the elephant-headed Ganesha.
Every family or group of families has its
own Purohita, or domestic Brahman, who
performs endless ceremonies of propitia-
tion.-consecration or purification »t births,
deaths, marriages, feasts, festivals, re
ligions celebrations, and family incidents
of every kind. In return, tho Purohita
receives all tho 'offerings of rice, fruits,
and vegetables that aro made to the
gods, with occasional presents of a like
character. Every year the Guru, or re
ligious teacher of tho sect or district,
makes his appearance to receivo his shil
ling fco from every household, and to
confirm younger neophytes by whisper
ing into their respective cars the name
of the god that each one ft to worship as
his own individual deity. This name is
known as tho “seed prayer,” and is tol»c
uttered by the worshiper one hundred
and eight times every day until the ond
of his earthly career .—Macmillan'8
Mayazinc.
taking tho girl’s advice, wrestled with
steaimx >at mon and farriers until tho time
for the next train (, atre. At the np
pointed time, Dick appeared nt Hog-
row’s residence*,
“Feel like vou can cut your cajiere
putty well V” asked the old man.
“I think so. I feel that mjr cause is
just, and, w ith the aid of kind Provi
deuce, I li<»r© to pile you."
“Providence cornea in putty hkndy At
tunes," said the old map, pulling off lift
coat, "but it’s a harder mutter to buck
agin an old stoker. Get outen yer jacket
If I fall, the gal aud the farm ft your’n.
Four hundred neres. and all Hnder fence.
Gal weighs one hundred and fifty pounds.
Big inducements." The two men grap
pled, and again Dick plowed up tho
earth.
“Don’t give up,” said the girl.
“No," Haiti the old man, “for the land
is under fence, aud the gal weighs ono
hundred and fifty—can handle a hoe
wonderful!”
“Dick went away and pondered. It
was evident that the old mini could tJirow
him every time. To lose the girl wns to
wreck his life. An idea struck him. Ho
smiled. He left the neighborhood and
remained until the time for the third fall
wns nearly up. On the appointed day
he visited the old man.
“I have agreed to everything," said
Dick, “and now I ask a favor. Hitherto
I have been embarrassed. Let the filial
trial take place to-night iu the dark. I
will meet you here at 10 o'clock."
“Any way suits me," replied the old
man; “Pll'meet you anywhere.”
At 10 o’clock the old man stood ill the
yard chuckling, liis combatant climbed
the fence.and approached. Without ex
changing a word the two men grappled.
The struggle was short. The old man
went up into the air, came down and
struck the ground witli a force that
almost took his life. He lay for a mo
ment almost Unconscious. Dick rafted
iiim up and assisted him iuto the house
Tho gal aud the farm is ynur'n," said
the old man, and the young couple em
braced each other. The next day they
were married. Shortly after tho cere
mony wns over, a large negro mun*op
pearecl at the door, and, attracting Dick’s
attention, said : “I wants my $10. 1
flung tho ole man hard ’uongh to'kill
him. Where's my money?" Dick gave
him $10, and, turning around, received a
searching look from the old man. “I’ll
explain,” said the bridegroom. “ Real
izing tliat I couldn’t throw you, and at
the same time realizing that my happi-
depended upon this marriage, I re
sorted to a bit of treachery." Hero he
stopped to buckle his arms around his
wife. “ I found a big negro that I knew
could throw you, and offered him $10.
That’s why I wanted the wrestling to take
place in tho dark. After he had thrown
you, I rushed forward aud raised you
When Dick had finished, tho old man
looked at him for full five minutes, and re
marked: “It was a mighty moan trick,
but the farm anil gal are your’n. Four
hundred acres under fence, aud tlio gal
weighs ono hundred aud fifty.”
Tub following process is recornr
for cleaning white Shetland
the soiled article into
throw’ over it half a
“dry," rub thoroii|
then thoroughly
no play that trick any more, "—Jlcno this process
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