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W. N. BEUHS, Editor and Proprietor.
“LET THEUE HE LIGHT.”
VOLUME X.
BUTLER, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1885.
1 Quarrel*
Onmre’i a knowing little prorertfc
From the sunn/ land of Spain}
Dot in Northland, as in Southland
la its meaning clear and plain,
l/'ck it up within yotrr l.ear
Neither lose nor lend it—
Two it takes to mako a quants
One can always end it.
Try it wcil in every way,
Still you'll find it true.
In a fight without a foe,
Pray whut could you do?
If the wrath is youre alone,
Soon you will expend it.
Two it takes to make a quarr#
One can always end it.
Lot’s suppose that both are wroth
And the strife begnu.
If one voice shall cry for “Peace,”
Soon it will be done;
If but one shall span the breach,
He will quickly mend it.
Two it tnkoa to make a quarrel;
One can always end it.
—Jiiary £. Van Dyke in Young People.
BROUGHT TO LIFE.
A STORY OF OLD PLANTATION DAY'S
IN A CREOLE COLONY.
Fifty dollars a month i^not much
of a salary, but I had arrived only a
fortnight before, and had no acquaint-
. anoes in the country; therefore I could
nut presume to ask for better terms.
My two pupils, M. ltabut assured me,
were very well-behaved children; the
girl was just fifteen, already a young
lady, and the ten-year boy was equally
apt at study. After all I was only re
quired to give five hours a day to
.teaching; the rest of my time was al
together iny own, to be devoted either
to work or sleep, as I pleased.
“And remember,'’ he said “your pa
vilion is at such a distance from the
family residence that you can feel per
fectly at horns there and perfectly
quiet. Of course everybody will treat
you with the consideration due to
your position in the household You
will observe that my poor old mother's
head is a little weak, but she is the
kindest of souls.”
I accepted the situation.
Ombreville is situated on the
heights of Moka. The mule itself
walked quite cautiously up the ascents,
and as I was careful to keep the ani
mal at a walk on the descents aiso, I
came to the conclusion that 1 might
just as well walk. I got down.
Without troubling himself further
about my wishes, my black who guid
ed the vehicle soon begun to urge his
animal rapidly along the road, which
made a sharp turn at the bottom of a
long steep slope. When I reached the
turn both vehicle and negro had disap
peared. I was all alone. I reckoned
that there was scarcely another league
to travel, and as it was not quite sev
en o’clock, I would be able to be in
time for breakfast.
It was in April. A threatening
storm had been growling all the day-
before on the other side of Le Ponce
summit; on either side of the road the
trees drenched in torrential rain, shook
down showers of water from the leaves
with every breath of wind; the water
of tho ditches to right and left ran
with a loud murmur under the shadow
of the high grass; the air was fresh
and all impregnated with sweet smells;
(he sun still hung at the edge of the
forest curtain; it was a delight to
walk. From the bottom of my heart
1 thanked the intelligent black who
had imposed this pleasure upon me,
and I continued on my way.
As I walked on I began to dream.
What future did this new land hold
in reserve for me? I had not come to
it with any idea of making a fortune
—(although a young man of twenty-
five, I had acquired enough common
sense to save me from such allusions)
—but only to earn a good living, and
lay by enough to enable me, when an
old man, to return to France and sleep
at last under the shadow of my own
village spire.
Meanwhile, after lialf-an-hour walk,
I had reached a point at which three
different roads forked off from the
main one. One of them, I knew must
lead to Ombreville—hut which? I
Invoked the Triple Hecate, sat down
upon a rock, and waited.
A negro passing on the run, pointed
out (o me which road to take. Soon I
caught sight of the lofty chimney of
the sugar-mill—then the house itself,
buried in a thick grove of mango
trees, and, as I feared being late, I
quickened my step. Under the veran
dah, already crowded, I saw people
rushing back and forward—running,
and no one noticed me a3 I ascended
the front steps except a big fat negress
crouching at the entrance, who sobbed
and cried with renewed despair at my
coming. There was on the sofa at
full length, lay a young girl—almost a
child ! Her long, bright hair, all
streaming with water, fell over the
hack of the sofa, and had dripped up
on the verandah until a little pool had
formed upon the flags. She was whit
er than a piece of marble; the violets
of death were on her compressed lips;
ss arms lay rigidly straight
e, and M. Rabut, on his
r, was kissing’ one of
dear sir, she got
old lady of about
•ho came to me,
i the friendliest
'But you have
walked here,” she continued; “you
must be tired. Of course you will
take something? Myrtil 1”
“Mamma 1 oh, mamma!” exclaimed
If. Rabut, raising his head. "You
see,” he said to me, with a sob, “you
see she was out bathing; the river sud
denly rose, and ”
His bead fell forward again over
the little white hand, to which his
lips clung.
“Myrtil ! Myrtil !” again cried the
good lady, “bring a glass of Madeira
to the gentleman. Or perhaps you
would prefer someshing else?”
I questioned the family. The girl
had not been twenty minutes under
water. And yet they had done noth
ing—had not even tried to do any
thing.
I gave my orders briefly—they were
obeyed.
They had laid her on her back. 1
lifted her head so that it leaned side
way on the left. Her teeth were
clenched. How cold her lips seemed
when I pressed my own upon them I
The poor father, senseless with grief,
allowed us to do as we thought best,
and the grandmother walked hurriedly
to and fro, busy, fussy, always calling
Myrtil, and declaring “the breakfast
will never be ready, and here are all
the people coming !”
And a carriage in fact suddenly
drew up before the front door steps.
Two young girls descended with a
happy burst of laughter. I can see
them even now as they stopped, look
ed, turned pale, and stood there with
arms twined about each other’s waist,
and eyes big with terror—silent and
motionless.
Half an hour had passed. What !
was not that a flush we saw, mounting
to the colorless cheeks. Oh ! how fer
vent a prayer I uttered that moment
to the good God 1 And it seemed to
mo the arm I held had become less
rigid.
At that moment a horseman came
up at full gallop.
“Myrtil! Myrtil !—take the doctor’s
horse to the stable i” cried the good
lady, descending the steps to meet the
physician. “Ah, doctor, I knew it 1—
your powder could not do me any good.
The whole night, doctor, I w as in pain.
Ah ! how badly I slept !”
The doctor came directly to us.
“Good ! young man !—very good in
deed 1 That is just what should have
been done.
“Come, come !” he cried in a joyous
tone, after a few moments had passed.
‘We are all right now—we shall get
off with nothing worse than a fright!
Why you old coward, have I not al
ready told you so. Here ! let me see
a happier face on you !” And he gave
M. Rabut a vigorous slap on the
shoulder.
Then suddenly turning to me, he
asked:
“But you—where are you from ! I
don’t remember ever seeing you here
before.”
“I came from Brittany, doctor, by
way of Paris and Port-Louis.”
“Look !—look !”—he had already
turned his back upon me—“she is
opening her eyes !”
M. Rabut involuntarily seized my
hand, and dragged me to the sofa.
She opened her eyes. They were
blue—the eyes I always liked best.
“Helene ! my own Helene !” mur
mured the poor father, stooping to
kiss her forehead.
“Gentle ! you !” exclaimed the doc
tor, pulling him back. “Lot her have
air, if you please?”
M. Rabut drew back, without let
ting go my hand.
Myrtil returned from the stable.
"Myrtil ! Myrtil !—well, how about
that breakfast? Is it going to he
ready to-day, or to-morrow ?”
"Mafoi\ I’m ready for it!” cried
the doctor. “That gallop gave me a
ferocious appetite.”
“Why, Myrtil!—serve the Madeira
to those gentlemen !”
This time Myrtil obeyed.
It was four in the afternoon when I
left my pavilion to return to the house.
M. Rabut came to look for me on the
verandah. "Come,” he said, “you can
see her now.”
He brought me close to her bed.
Her dear blue eyes still had dark cir
cles about them; but the blood was
circulating under the clear skin; for
she blushed at my approach.
“This is he, my Helene; if it hadn’t
been for him” and his voice
choked.
“Don’t fret any more, papa. I am
only sorry about my locket. Do you
think they will ever be able to find it ?”
The locket contained her mother’s
hair.
It was barely daylight when I
reached the river. The negro who
had taken her out of the water had
shown me the evening before the pre
cise spot where the current had car
ried her away, and also the place
where he had found her—about fifty
yards further down. It was a long
narrow basin, shut in by great jamro-
ses, whose tufted brsnehes met above
and stretched from one hank to tho
other. The pale light, flickering
through the leaves, made gleams here
and there upon the water like the re
flection of molten lead; beyond Uhe
darkness was complete; it looked per
fectly black there. • *
I dived and brought up three flat
pebbles 1 But breakfast would not
be ready until ten o’clock; I had plen
ty of time.
By eight o’clock the bottom of the
basin had no mysteries for me. There
was not a single 4|ibot-5sh that I had
not disturbed beneath his rock—not a
single camaron that I had not com
pelled to crawl backward into his hole.
But the locket was not there—accord
ingly it must be further down. I left
the basin and followed, the course of
the stream—interrogating all the
roots, exploring all the boulders, ques
tioning every tuft of grass. I was
about to pass on, when I saw a little
serpent, like a thin silk string caught
upon the root of a wild strawberry
plant, wriggling in the current. I
seized it—it was the locket 1
She would not come down to break
fast; but M. Rabut told me she would
certainly come down to dinner. She
was still a little weak, hut that was
all.
Man is a selfish creature; the medal
lion remained in my pocket.
While they were laying the table
that evening, I stole softly into the
dining-room. When her father had
led her to her seat, and she unfolded
her napkin, she found a little box in it
“What is this? Another of your
attempts to spoil me, papa?”
But the astonished look of M. Rabut
must have convinced her more than
his denial.
She opened the little box.
“My locket I my locket!” she cried,
putting it to her lips and kissing it
over and over again. I watched every'
kiss—I looked at her out of the cor
ner of my eye. Finally, her eyes met
my own—she understood. But the
little mysterious beauty did not even
say “Thank you.”
And the long and short of it is, dear
sir, that I never gave Helene, who be
came my wife, a single lesson.
Ah, yes, paibleu I I taught her
how to swig?.
Sir David Brewster’s Cat.
Margaret Marie Gordon, writing
from Nice to the Home Chronicle, says;
“My fathei, Sir David Brewster, liad
a strong dislike to cats; he said that
he felt something like an electric
shock when one entered the room.
Living in an old mouse-ridden house,
I was at last obliged to set up a cat,
but on the express condition that it
never was to he seen in his study.
I was sitting with him one day, and
the study door was ajar. To my dis
may pussy pushed it open, and, with a
most assured air, walked right up to
the philosopher, jumped upon his
knee, put a paw on one shoulder and
a paw upon the other, and then com
posedly kissed him! Utterly thunder
struck at the creatures audacity, my
father ended by being so delighted
that he quite forgot to have an elec
tric shock. He took pussy Into his
closest affections, feeding and tending
her as if she were a child.
One morning, some years after
ward, no pussy appeared at breakfast
for cream and fish; no pussy at din
ner, and, in fact, months passed on
and still no pussy. W T e could licai
nothing of our pot, and we were both
inconsolable. About two years after,
I was again sitting with my father,
when, strange to say, exactly the same
set of circumstances happened. She
was neither hungry, thirsty, dusty,
nor footsore, and we never heard any
thing of her intervening history. She
resumed her place as household pet
for many years, until she got into a
diseased state from partaking too free
ly, it was supposed, of the delicacy of
raw flesh, and in mercy she was oblig
ed to be shot. We both suffered so
much from this second loss that we
never had another domestic pet.”
The Chinese at Table.
Chinamen consider the stomach the
source of intellectual life, and there
fore the fattest man goes for the wisest
one. They affect to believe that for
eigners come to China to eat because
they have not enough to eat at home.
It is considered a mark of refined po
liteness to treat a guest or a visitor to
a meal at any time of the day. Only
those Chinamen who have families
take their meals at home; the rest eat
at hotels. They usually have two
substantial meals a day—one an hour
after getting up in tho morning, the
other between three and four o’clock
in the afternoon. The well-to-do clas3
take three or four meals a day. Often
the father alone eats meat, while the
test of the family have to be satisfied
with rice. Poor families usually get
their meals from street venders. The
well-to-do ones employ cooks, the lat
ter getting their degrees and diplomas
like men of science. The Celestial*
use no tablecloths, napkins, knives,
forks, spoons, dishes, plates or glass-
ware. Instead of napkins they use
packages of thin soft paper, which also
serve them for handkerchiefs. After
using they throw them away. Each
guest has a saucer, a pair of sticks,
a package of paper and a minute cup
with salt saucer. The Chinese women
never dine with the men. Everybody
smokes during the eating of a formal
dinner, and the dinner is crowned by
story or legend narrated by some more
or less known orator. No topic of
general interest is discussed at such
dinners; but a gastronomist who knows
all about the preparing of food re
ceives attention.
A FORTUNE IN OSTRICHES
Description of an Interesting
California Industry.
How the Big Birds are Raised, and the
Profit They Bring.
“Hello! what are you doing?” was
asked yesterday of an old Cincinnatian
who was on ’Change, but who for sev
eral years has been a resident of Low
er California.
“Got a new business. Lots of mon
ey in it I am running an ostrich
farm and have done so well that I’m
thinking of importing a couple of liun-
bred more birds from Cape Town.”
“Where’s the money?”
“Why, in the feathers, man. They
retail at several dollars a piece, and
the demand for them is continually in
creasing, and will so long as women
possess vanity.”
“How many feathers will an ostrich
yield?”
“That depends. Some of them as
much as fifteen pounds at a clipping;
others not more than three. The long,
white plumes that the ladies all over
the world prize so highly grow on the
ends of the wings of the males. A
good bird in his prime will yield from
twenty to forty of these feathers, be
sides a few black feathers from the
wings. The tail feathers are not so val
uable or beautiful The hen yields fine
plumes from her wing tips, and they
are generally spotted and flecked with
gray, and are called feminines. Those
which in the male birds are black are
gray with her.”
“They are sorted, I suppose?”
“Oh yes, according to their quality
and purity of color. The pure whites
from the wings are called ‘bloods,’ the
next quality ‘prime whites,’ ‘firsts,’
‘seconds’ and so on. ‘Bloods’ bring
from $200 to $250 a pound in the
wholesale market, and then from this
figure run down as low as a few dol
lars to the pound”
“What are the birds worth?”
“A healthy bird a week old is worth
$50; at three months, $75; at six
months, $150. You can Begin to pluck
the feathers when the bird is a year old
and they will yield about $35 worth a-
piece.”
“When do you pair them?”
“Not until they are about five years
old; then each pair yields about eight
een to twenty-four eggs each season.
These pairs are kept in inclosures by
themselves, because the males are very
jealous and they take sudden fits and
fight ferociously, frequently tearing
each other’s eyes out, pulling out
feathers and sometimes breaking
legs.”
“Do they kick hard?”
“Why, a blow from one of their legs
has been known to break a man’s leg,
while the claw, above an inch long, of
the front toe will tear the flesh from
head to foot. The wound from this is
said to he poisonous.”
“How about raising young ostrich
es.”
“That’s done by hatching the eggs
with an incubator. The chicks thrive
and do well. Ostriches pair about the
beginning of March and the female lays
her eggs toward the end of April.
Her nest is a hollow basin that she
scrapes out of the sand. She lays
about two dozen eggs and arranges
them in the nest in the form of a tri
angle, with the point-in front of her.
Some of the eggs do ilot get hatched,
and these she breaks to feed to the
young ones that are hatched for the
first few weeks they are out of their
shell It takes six weeks to hatch the
young birds and in three years they
attain their full size. They live a great
deal together, and it is not uncommon
to see the nest of a large family to
gether, the grandfather and grand
mother in the middle and the younger
generations gathered round about,”
“What do you feed these young os
triches hatched out by the incuba
tors ?”
The principal food is lucerne and
thistles and herbs that grow in the
country. Old birds will feed on ma
tured shrubs and plants, tho leaves of
which they will strip off with their
beaks. They are also fed on Indian
corn, of which they are very fond.”
“Are they vicious when breeding?”
“Yes; especially tho male, which lias
been known to attack and kill a man.
They are a fearless animal at such
times. When the females leaves the
nest the male sits upon the eggs and
while she is sitting he walks^about in
a lordly manner in order that no harm
may come.”—Cincinnati Enquirer.
The (jaicksilvor Supply.
tip to the present time the Roths
childs have controlled the quicksilver
supply of the world, but the discovery
of a new mine at Schuppiatena, near
Belgrade, in Servia,will probably break
up the monopoly. There are but few
quicksilver mines in the world, the
only two of any importance being lo
cated severally in Spain and California.
Both these mines are owned by the
Rothschild family, and only a limited
amount is permitted to be put out every
year, so as to prevent a glut of the
market The yearly consumption of
quicksilver is cut down to 100,000 bot
tles, the largest part of which comes
from California, while Spain
about 10,010 bottles.
The Culprit Cadets.
A cadet has been writing his remin
iscences of military life at West Point
for the New York Sun. He winds
up with thlz good story:
One beautiful Jane merning daring
examination days all the cadets, ex
cept those under fire from the acade
mic board, were in their muirters.
Two of them occupying a room in the
third division overlooking the plain,
were engaged in a discussion as to the
probability of an inspection of quar
ters that morning. They finally
agreed, as It was examination time, no
inspection would take place, and
accordingly blankets and pillows were
thrown on the floor, the uncomforta
ble dress coats were cast aside, and
uniform trousers soon followed suit.
Pipes were lighted, and all necessary
arrangements for the passing of a hot
morning comfortably were consum
mated. So busily were they engaged
in conversation that they did not hear
the tap of the inspecting officer on the
doors of the rooms near their own.
Suddenly a sharp rap came upon the
door, which opened to admit, not the
company’s regular inspecting officer,
but the commandant of cadets him
self, accompanied by no less an
august personage then Gen. Buell
Both cadets from force of habit
sprang to their feet and stood at at
tention, only wishing that the floor
might open and swallow them. One
was dressed in a shirt and a single
sock, in which costume he had one
sock the better of his comrade.
The pipes had been horridly thrown
under the clothes press, but the tell
tale smoke wa3 wreathing their heads
in rings. Gen. Buell was, at best, a
solemn looking, taciturn man, but on
this occasion he had hard work to pre
serve his dignity. The commandant
was furious, and took pains to impress
upon the General that one of the cul
prits had once been suspended from
the Academy, and that the other was
by no means an angel The next day
separate reports for smoking, not
being in full dress during call to quar
ters, and for having bedding on the
floor were made out in the command
ant’s name against each offender.
Hailstones and Tornadoes.
Lieutenant Finley, an otficer of the
United States signal service, says;
“Every hailstorm would be a tornado
if it reached the ground. The atmos
pheric conditions producing hail are
precisely similar to those generating
tornado clouds. Prof. King, the aero
naut, announced that discovery after
passing through a hail cloud and not
ing the phenomenon. Tornadoes have
always been a feature of the Mississip
pi and Missouri valleys and will con
tinue as long a3 the world lasts.
Through the vast forests of Minnesota
and Wisconsin tracks are visible where
the tempest of wind hewed its clear
cut path a century ago. Even the tra
ditions of Indians are full of accounts
of the mighty storms which struck
terror to the hearts of the aborigines
and leveled their forests. The Signal
Service at Washington is in constant
receipt of letters from Canadians and
Eastern people desirous of going West,
inquiring the portions of country un-
Visited by tornadoes. In 1879 torna
do insurance was not thought of.
Last year over $28,000,000 was writ
ten.”
Speakingof hurricanes, Lieut. Finley
said that they were merely straight
winds moving at a velocity of between
80 and 150 miles aniiour. The Texas
“norther” Is a cold trade wind, the
Montana “chinook” is a warm current,
and the “blizzard” a hurricane with
particles of ice and snew in its teeth.
Tornadoes are known as “wind falls”
in the West. •
A Generous Little Boy.
“Bobby,” said his mother, “there
are two pieces of cake in the closet
one for you and one for Grade. The
one on the lower shelf is for you.”
Bobby broke for the closet and pres
ently returned.
“You said that the piece on the up
per shelf was for me, didn’t you?” he
asked of his mother.
• No,” she replied, “that is Grade’s.
The piece on the lower shelf is yours.
“Well, I'm Very sorry mamma, but 1
ate Grade's. But i’ll tell you what
I'll do,” and a generous light shone in
the clear little boy's eyes, “as soon as
Grade comes home I’ll give her a part
of mine.”—-New York Times.
The Cause of It.
■flear, dear,” said a kind-hearted
matron on meeting a friend whom she
had not seen for s long time; “ana
you’re not yet married, Jane, and with
your good looks, too."
“No, I’m not married yet,” replied
Jane, with a laugh.
“And how comes it that you’re sin
gle?” * ■% -y-r?
“Well," said Jane, with a twinkle
of her eye, “I expect it’s because I was
born soBoston Courier.
The Farmer’s Kcjret.
An Iowa farmer whorecqatlyfell
into the clutches of a lightning rod-
man, remarked to a neighbor a day or
two afterward;
“Bill, I wish’t I’d a been struck by
the lightDin* itself before I saw that
chap.”
“Why so, John?”
"I’d a got off right smart easier.”—
Chicago Ledger.
TOPICS
No less than
were put to dc,
feathers might
ballroom gown of a
the same great vanity f3
birds shed their blood the
that another woman might S"
the other fair and fine sinner *1
set. So runs the world awaet V 1
A'' VC 1
It Is Allegheny In Penns w** 0 !
lsghany in Virginia, and ft.'U’JL
New York. Recently the\to' J l
Department, being in doubt
the name should be spelled in ?
land, applied to the Historical Soc *
of that state, which recommended
legany, because that spelling acco j
with the statute creating AllcJ
County, Maryland.
A new case of fraud in pres!
food has been disclosed by a Fr
paper. A sample of preserved tol
toes when examined differed fronS
normal specimen by containing me
less dry extract, potassium bitartrai ■
and total phosphoric acid. The infer- 1
ence is that the sample in question I
contained but little tomato and was |
chiefly composed of carrots and pump-j
kins, the whole being colored with
some aniline dye.
A well-known physician in British
India wants to make criminals who
have been sentenced to death useful as
subjects of experiment for the purpose
of ascertaining how to treat cholera
successfully. He would take any pris
oner under sentence of death who
gave his consent, experiment upon
him, and if the experiment itself did
not result fatally, spare the prisoner’,
life. As the number of capital con
victions in British India is between
300 and 400 a year, there would prob
ably be plenty of candidates for the
chance of escape thus afforded.
Recent statistics show that in 1884
the number of boiler explosions in the
United States was 152, being less than
in the previous year. There were 254
persons killed and 261 injured in them,
however, and the number is much'
larger than it should be. Fifty-six of
the explosions took place in sawmills,
where the so-cal ed engineer finds atoo
facile fuel in shavings. Men chosen
for such positions should have the
gumption to perceive that such firing
generates steam too rapidly for safety
These people can reduce the general
death rate if they wish, and cad espe
cially reduce the present high per
centage of mortality among sawmill
engineers,
Florida is the land of fruit as well
as flowers. A paper of that State
says: Commencing with January, we
have strawberries then and until late
in June. Japan plums from Febru
ary. Mulberries are ripe in April and
last until August. Pineapples ripen
in June and last nearly all the year.
We have guavas from J une until late
the next spring. Of the various ber
ries — dewberries, blackberries, and
huckleberries — almost any quantity.
Peaches from May 1 until July. Mel
on? from June until late in the fall.
Oranges—the best of the kind—from
October until the next June, with
lemons and limes, persimmons, pome
granates, grape fruit, grapes, and
shaddocks.
Carlsbad, the groat German resort
for invalids, was very full the past
season, and there were many Ameri
can visitors. The population proper
numbers 12,000. -Till the year 1852
visitors were welcomed with a flourish
of trumpets from the top of the tower
of the Town Hall; now they receive a
demand on arrival to pay a tax of 15
florins for the privilege of drinking
the waters and listening to the bands
which play in the morning. The prin
cipal industry of Carlsbad is that of
housing, feeding, and curing invalids.
Though the place is small,«as many as
10,000 strangers can he accommodated
estin
SujlI
All
after
in orde
Boy
sermons); “1
what preaching’s^
sister: “Why, it’s to'
a rest.”
The Cradle of the Washburn
One of the relics in the Norlands li
brary at which I looked with unusual
interest, writes the Lgwiston (Me.)
Journal “Rambler,” was the Wash
burn cradle—the cradle in which all
of the seven Washburn brothers were
rocked. It looks like a picture I had
seen of a cradle imported in the May
flower. It Is a home made piece of
furniture, constructed of pine-boards
an inch thick, rudely dove-tailed to
gether. It has a buggy top and solid
pine rockers, shaped like half moms,
with no twist or scrolls to decorate
them, but numerous scars where chins
apparently had been knocked out of
them by the paternal cowhide boot
A crack had necessitated the nailing
of a largo cleat on the Inside. The
outside is painted a dark green tint
The Inside never was painted, but.it is
well browned by age. Its associations
make this one of the most remarkable
cradles in existence. Four Congress
men rocked in it Two ministers
plenipotentiary to foreign countries
have been lulled to sleep within its
pine boards. Its soporific influence
has been grateful to two governors.
It has held a secrotary of state, whom
I saw looking at It with a smile, the
other day. By the side of the cradle,
and equally venerated by the family,
is a very old spinning wheel, once op
erated in the chimney corner of the
Washburn homestead, by Martha Ben
jamin Washburn, the mother of the
renowned seven sons.
A Bee Superstition.
Says an English exchange : The in
stance given of the carrying out at
Geeston, in Rutland, of the supersti
tion that bees will not remain after a
at a Ume’ During the season, which death m the house of their owner, ^
begins on the 1st of May and closes on
the 1st of October, nearly 30,000 per
sons spend not less than three weeks
in Carlsbad. There is a great industry
there in needles and pins, which are
hand made. When Goethe was here
in 1808 be sent a pound of pins as a
present to his Frau'\fon Stein,
lauty, is it actios
Com is the wor
No matter how fu
grown to have itJ
A policeman,
morbus lost so
forced to go on j
ate.
A man who|
nati market los
What a »plen|
make.
There’s nothil
th^g when you |
As the temper at H
age young man ml
the ice-cream saloon}
and self-possession.
“Circumstances alte^
unsuccessful lawyer,
could get hold of son
would alter my circumstl
It, takes off the edge
of ’ove’s young dream w!
from your jewelea
has been in to learf
last ring you gave :
“What is the
baby ?” asked a la
whose baby brothj
stood to be ailing
much,” was the ansi
hatchin’ teeth.”
A poor old rheumatic lal
her physician: ‘T!h,.doctor,J
suffer so much %th mv h]
feet!” “Be patient, dear*
soothingly responded; “you’l
suffer great deal mor
tliemJJJ
A corrrespondent to the Philadel
phia Press says': “The postal service
of Japan is always pointed at as a
mode! in Its. way—one of tho foremost
departments of the Europeanized gov
ernment! And, indeed, it must in all
fairness he acknowledged that much
credit belongs to Japan for swiftness
in the dispatch of mails, while fettered
with a lack of railroads. In the first
place every train carries a mail, and in
Japan, be it known, the imperial rail
roads run through passenger trains
every two hours, and on the Yokohama
railroad nearly every hour. Thus,
while in America three mails each
way, daily, would ho esteemed the
climax of facilities, the minimum be
tween the various cities here is about
ten each way, daily. This applies
merely to- the railroads, of course.
The delivery of mails is also very fact we have decided to nan
prompt, and takes place a good many | you.”— Philadelphia fall.
pecially of the owner himself, unless
an intimation be given to them of
fact, might be multiplied indefij
far it prevails over a consider
tion of England. In the„
tioned, the widow kn<
hives one after
each time the
gone,” and as the
ply It was
ed the new* and won!
fordsblre it la considej
tie a piece of crape
front of the hives,
counties those or siml
are always observed bj
would not lose their
cult to account lor this
lief, or to give any possil
as to its origin.
Professional Cons
Family Physiclan-
gratulate you.”
Patient (excitedly) — '
cover.”
Family Physician — “No
but—well, after cousultatic
that your disease is entirely j
if the autopsy should demon