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J. W. ANDERSON, Editor and Proprietor
THUS OUR LIFE SHINES.
The breezes play, the breezes away
Tho laughing, careless trees,
Whispering songs of far away
Across the foaming seas.
Where flowers crown the meadows brown
And summer’s voice ne’er dies,
Beneath the mellow harvest moon
Aud the azure southern skies.
*
The boughs hang low beneath the snow
While harsh ‘he north wind howls,
And winter veils the Bummer’s glow
Beneath his crystal cowls.
Thus our life shines while'Pleasure twines
Her garland on its brow:
But when in age its ray declines
The buds all turn to snow.
Alden Lyle.
YEA.
Hnw sweet is love, if what we love be sweet;
How pure is love, if what we love be pure;
How fair is love, if what we love be meet;
How tender, strong, and patient to endure.
It is a draught to balm a hitter world;
It is a flame to light a darkened way;
It is a gem within the heart impearled;
It is Divinity’s divinest ray.
Let but my love of such complexion be,
Sweet, pure and fair, and take the rest who
craves;
1’ame, wealth and power are bubbles of the sea
But love the deep sea is and all its waves.
In sooth, in sooth, were I in true faith told
Take all the rest link love, I would cry. nay;
But proffer love and all the rest withhold,
And I would answer with my whole soul,
“yea.”
MONEY.
Ezra Alden was in love with Clara
Scudder, and sometimes in moments of
great exaltation—for he was a modest
youth, as every true lover should be—he
had dared to think that she did not
frown upon his passion. But Clara was
the squire’s daughter and an heiress,
while Ezra was but a small farmer, and
so far from successful in that pursuit
that it seemed absurd as well as impos¬
sible that he should aspire to the hand
of the lovely Miss Scudder, who had
been courted in vain even by fine city
gentlemen. So he had sighed and oast
longing looks from his place in the
choir (where he sang in a fine tenor
voice on Sundays) into the squire’s pew;
and more than once he thought pretty
Clara blushed brightly, and he knew
well enough that she always smiled
sweetly, and her voice when she spoke
to him had a caressing sound, and alto¬
gether her manner toward him was not
discouraging.
But Ezra would not be enoouraged.
He felt that it was useless for him to ask
the squire for his daughter’s hand un¬
less he had a good pot of money in his
own hand with which to back his pro¬
posal. So, instead of trying to compass
the desired end by increased indnstry,
he neglected his little farm more than
before, and spent his whole time in
wishing that he could find a pot of
money somehow, in the manner of old
fashioned stories—at the foot of a tree
or under the foundation of his house. I
believe ho would even have sought it at
the end of the rainbow, like the boy in
the nursery rhyme,-if he had been told
there was a good chance of finding it
there.
Suddenly a rumor spread abroad that
a wonderful gypsy had appeared, who
was telling people fortunes that came
true in the most remarkable manner,
aud all the country-side was in a state
of excitement on the subject. She was
of somewhat exclusive character, this
madam gypsy, and could only be con¬
sulted in a certain place, in the shadow
of a wych-elm, in the open air, and dur¬
ing certain hours—these hours being
between the last rays of the declining
sun aud the first shadows of coming
night.
Of course the rumor of the gyjisy’s
marvelous fortune-telling reached Ezra
Alden, and equally, of course, he was
much exercised in mind concerning it.
lie found out the place where the for
tune-telier divined these fair fortunes,
and one evening, after watching the sun
slowly disappear behind the western
hills, he repaired there stealthily, and a
little afraid of meeting Clara Scudder
somewhere in the vicinity, for the wych
elm was just on the further side of the
squire s farm. However, he met no one
except a hurried squirrel fast speeding
to its home, and it was even more scared
at being met than Ezra was ; so he has¬
tened to the wych-elm, and there, sure
enough, was madam gypsy, sitting
curled up against the trunk, and look
Rig precisely as if she were waiting for
him.
She was a very old woman, bent al¬
most double; her lined and wrinkled
a e wa3 the color of a butternut, and
10 taD gles of her hair hung in elf-like
grizzled locks about her brow and over
i t cheeks; but her black eyes had a
'•ouderful brilliancy and such a keen
look that they seemed to see right
through him. She was wrapped iu a
tittered old scarlet cloak, and a hood of
'be same was drawn well over her head.
She gave a quick nod to Ezra, and mo¬
turned him to take a seat at her feet,
^vhich he did with his heart thumping as
if he were before the Delphic oracle.
And when she spoke he had to bend
‘H'ad and listen very attentively, for not
only mutter her words in a very
■ thless fashion, but Bhe spoke in
a ^ ,,oe that he had some difficulty in
hearing .
her. But he made out that
u 4
said :
“I was expecting you, my son, and I
know what you come for;” and then she
held out a hand even more butternut
than her face—a shaking and tremulous
hand; and Ezra made haste to cross the
palm with silver, that being, as he
knew, the time-honored custom. T hin
happened before we had begun the re¬
turn to a specie basis; and silver was
scarce, but Ezra had in his pocket a
half-dollar piece, with a hole in it and a
cross drawn on its face, which he had
kept many years for luck. So, as there
could be no more auspicious occasion
than the present for using it, he timidly
placed it in the gypsy’s hand, and again
unintelligible fc^nt his ear attentively mumbling. to listen to her
“I know the desire of your heart, my
pretty gentleman,” said the gypsy. “It
is a certain maiden not a hundred miles
away, only you have the faint heart that
seldom wins a fair lady. But if you
could find a pot of money your spirit
would bo bolder. Listen to me and obey
me and you shall have your wish.”
Ezra did listen with all his ears, and,
as you may suppose, they were just then
pretty long and wide, and capable of
taking in a large amount.
“You must dig up every foot of land
you possess,” proceeded the gypsy;
“you mustn't grow weary in yoursearoh
—you must dig and dig, continuously,
and plant and harvest, aud dig again, if
necessary>«tfflij; mark my words, before
a very long time, you will find the pot of
money and the maiden will be yours. ”
Ezra listened with faith, and departed
with joy iu his heart. He fulfilled the
fortune-teller’s injunction so well that all
the country-side took to talking of him
after the gypsy disappeared. He not
only dug, but he plowed aud sowed and
harrowed; he seemed taken with a sud¬
den mania for farming and work, which
before had seemed distasteful and monot¬
onous, now, that he had an object in
view, was full of excitement and in.
terost, At first he dug and dug, looking
for his pot of money; but as it did not
turn up he continued to dig, full of
faith, and growing every day more in¬
terested in his efforts.
“What on earth has got into Ezra Al
den ?” asked the neighbors, one of an¬
other. “Why, he has taken to working
like all possessed. He’s hired a man,
too, and the pair of ’em are at it from
the first dawn of daylight to nightfall.”
* ‘Whatever has got into him he’s going
to have the best crops of the year,” an¬
swered one. “Lucky fellow. Just
when there’s going to be a rise in flour,
too, and he has no end of wheat growing,
and iu splendid condition. ”
“Why, Clara, isn’t that Ezra Aldeu’s
farm ?” asked - the squire, as his daugh¬
ter one day drove him past it in her
pretty pony carriage.
“Yes, sir,” returned Clara, with a
faint pink stealing into her clear pale
cheek.
“Has some one else farmed it, then ?”
asked the squire. “There isn’t another
farm around here fit to compare with it.”
The pink in Clara’s cheek deepeued to
a lovely crimson.
“Oh, no, papa,” she said, softly, “it
seems Ezra—Mr. Alden, has just de¬
veloped a sudden talent for farming.”
“And a very first-rate talent, I should
say,” said the old gentleman. “A man
who can show such a farm as that can
hold his head as high as any one.”
Clara’s eyes glowed aud sparkled.
She touched her ponies lightly; and her
happy thoughts rushed off into the
future at a pace to rival even their fast
trotting.
As the neighbors had foretold, Ezra
Aiden had particularly fine crops that
season; and his success at farming hav¬
ing also developed his commercial abil¬
ity, he sold all that he had to sell to ex¬
cellent advantage.
“Well,” said Ezra, a3 he counted his
gams, and tied them securely in his
money-bag, “I haven’t found my pot of
money, but this little pile is not to be
despised, and I shall keep on. By
George 1 I wonder if this was what the
old gypsy meant.”
Ezra had some time on his hands now
for dreaming; and he took to sighing for
Clara once more, but in a more hopeful
spirit.
“I will speak to her father,” he
thought; “and, if he gives me encour¬
agement, I will ask Clara, plump, if she
will marry me.”
Now, some young men would have
thought it safer to win tho daughter’s
consent first; but Ezra was too honor¬
able for that.
“If the squire won’t have me,” he
said to himself, “it’s no use to ask
Clara. She would never disobey her
father. I shouldn’t care half as much
for her if she would.”
So he took his money-bag in his hand
and sought the presence of Squire
:: Scndder.
The squire sat reading a novel of the
Pickwick Papers iu his handsome old
fashioned parlor, and being in a very
genial mood, he received Ezra with the
most encouraging kindness, aud listened
to all that he had to say with a be
il ig li ant smile.
■•I.»-.
Ezra, holding up his money-bag but
there’s plenty more, where I found this,
^“And pray where did you find it,
M , Alden?' U k«d .he «*>• ».»«
taken aback.
“At the roots of my wheat and!)!
ley,” answered Ezra, adding, with a
laugh: “To tell the truth, sir, I con¬
sulted a fortune-teller, and she told me
to dig and dig, and I would cartainiy
find a pot of money. I haven’t found
it yet, but I intend to keep on digging,
and I don’t doubt but I shall find it by
and by.”
Squire Scudder burst into a hearty
laugh, and kindly patted Ezra on the
shoulder.
“I don’t doubt bat you will, my lad,”
he said, cheerily. “Honest industry is
the best pot of money any young man
ever found. As for Clara, you can
talk over that matter with herself—
she’s sitting there by the window, hid¬
den behind the curtains.”
N ow that was dreadfully mean of the
squire, not to have given Ezra a hint of
Clara’s presence before; but he didn’t
mean it. It seems quite impossible for
these old gentlemen to realize how seri¬
ous such matters are to boys and girls.
Squire Scndder rose with a nod and a
smile, and went away, leaving Ezra in
dire confusion, staring at the window
curtains; and wishing the floor would
open and swallow him. But it didn’t.
Instead, the window curtains opened
and a lovely young lady stepped out
from them.
“So, Mr. Alden,” she said, stepping
forward, “you consulted the gypsy for¬
tune-teller, too ?”
“Oh, Miss Scudder—Clara—you have
heard everything,” stammered Ezra,
sinking into the chair from which he
had risen in his first consternation.
“What a terrible fool you must think
me 1”
“But I don’t—I have great confidence
in that gypsy’s predictions.”
“Then you consulted her, too,” asked
Ezra.
“Dozens of times—she beguiled me
of all my small silver.”
“Well, she got but a single piece
from me, that’s some comfort,” said
Ezra, recovering somewhat, and ventur¬
ing to laugh slightly.
“Was it anything like this ?” asked
Miss Scudder, producing one from her
Docket, and holding it toward Ezra on
.he palm of a hand like cream.
Ezra looked and started, and gave a
little cry. It was his own lucky silver
piece. He glanced into the laughing,
blushing face; and then for the first
time he looked straight into Clara Scud
der’s eyes. They were very, very dark
and wonderfully brilliant; but this time
they did not seem to look through him
—they sank before his glance, and
veiled themselves under lovely, long,
black lashes.
“Oh, Clara!” murmured Ezra; “you
were the gypsy?”
“Of course I was.”
“And you knew I loved you all the
time ?”
“Of course I did, you foolish boy—
that’s why I had to invent a way of tell¬
ing you so.”
Domestic Recipes.
A good tomato soup may be msde by
this recipe: Chop tine half a turnip, one
carrot, two small onions, one stalk of
celery and three sprigs of parsley; mix
with one can of tomatoes and one quart
of water, seasoning with one teaspoonful
each of salt and sugar and a little pepper.
Boil gently for one hour. As the water
boils away add more, so that the quan¬
tity may not be diminished. Mix two
heaping tablespoonfuls of flour thor¬
oughly with one of butter, and thin the
mixture with some of the soup. Then
mix the thickening with the soup and
boil for five minutes. Strain the soup
and serve.
For a mutton ragout cut three pounds
of the neck or breast of mutton in pieces
an inch wide and two inches long, pul
them in a saucepan with two ounces oi
butter; set on the fire and stir occasion¬
ally until brown, then add a tablespoon¬
ful of flour; stir for* one minute and
cover with cold water, salting to taste.
Season with one onion, a bun ill of sea¬
soning composed of one bay-leaf, one
sprig of thyme, four of parsley and a
clove, also one clove of garlic chopped
fine. Boi! gently until two-thirds done;
then add pieces of peeled potato, cut in
the shape of orange carpels, as many
pieces of potato as of mutton. Boil
gently until done. Place the meat in
the center of the dish with the pieces of
potato around it. Skim the fat from
the sauce and strain it over the dish.
Serve very hot.
Veal cutlets prepared in this way are
palatable: After trimming the. cutlets
nicely, dip them in melted butter and
dust them well with a mixture of equal
parts of grated Parmesan cheese and
bread-crumbs. Then dip them in beaten
egg and dust them again on both sides
with the cheese and crumb mixture and
j ^ ^ brown Boil half a pound of
j macaron j ( atl( j a ft e r it is cupful drained of add tomato two
ounces of butter and a
gauce 80me grated Parmesan cheese
sa | t to Let this become thor
on . j |, oti stirring occasionally. Put
^ cen t er of a dish and place the
cntleta ^
A Bill.— The Michigan Legislature
Z'XTJSS: “
|h ^ ^ opposite his name.
^ lie aU r , gh t in M.chigan,”
says a local paper, and adds “We won
;
T 1885.
»•
Ben: Pebley PoorbIs reported to Lave
once declared that he could produce one
thousand speeches of his own—but they
had been delivered by sore® one else.
English towns of less -;&m 10,000 in
habitants have scarcely gru*n at all in
the last decade. The increase of ports
and seaboard towns is much greater than
that of those inland. •
Lilac postal notes, which It have rftffof been'
armed out by Uncle Sam the
about 2,000,000 a month, >id#ill be in
creased hereafter 40 per cent.,'am hand
led bv ‘ 35 persons and are counted’forty •
y mes
Housebuilders have found that me¬
chanics and the poor of our city do -not
rent houses in tfie suburbs ^; :
tion of fares to the city is veflnHHHns
with them, and the subuff^tivfe, wivef licqEpain of
the lonesomeness of
A Boston physician advises everybody
to ascertain what diseases have carried
off his ancestors, with a view to guard¬
ing himself against inherited tendencies
by adopting the requisite manner of life,
place of residence and neral self
treatment.
It is said that nobody scorns to be do¬
ing any business in Santa Fe except the
Mexican wood-dealers; and as soon as
they dispose of their little burro-loads
at twenty-live cents each, they trim their
animals loose, knock ofjLfor the day and
gamble until they loslflll their money
A young married woman of “upper
Manhattan,” says the Mail and Ex¬
press, who has been addicted to painting
her lips as well as her cheeks and eye¬
lashes, is now under medical treatment
to reduce the size of her lips, which have
become “horribly enlarged" by chemical
poison.
The growth of the oyster industry in
Connecticut has been remarkable. The
first steamer that was used in this trade
was put on less than ten years ago, and
now there are forty steamers, with an
aggregate capacity of 36,720 bushels a
day. Four more large new steamers are
building for the spring.
A Wall street man says that to his
knowledge not less thaA* §2,000,000 oi
Norwich, Conn., money ha -een squan¬
dered in the street in the !a¥ tvro years.
Nearly every business man who had a
dollar set it whirling on the margin of a
railroad or mining stock. Men sold their
estates and eVen personal property to
keep up their margins.
The Earl of Aylesford, the Texas cow¬
boy, in fifteen years squandered ovei
83,000,000, including his debts, and
killed himself by drink. The societj
papers ouly say, “Poor Joe! He had
no enemy but himself.” He was so
brutal that his wife left him and took up
with the Earl of Marlborough, who will
no doubt now marry her.
There has been no official publication
of the votes cast for Butler and St.
John in the late election. The Boston
Globe made a very careful inquiry and
ascertained Butler’s total vote to be 234,-
843, and St. John’s 148,698. The Rock
Islander says that after careful figuring
it makes the result as follows: Butler,
274,785 ; St. John, 150,633.
An English ship, the Daphne, cap
sized when launched, and many persons
were killed. She was raised and re¬
named the Rose, but only to be sunk at
her anchor in harbor. Again raised,
she ran ashore, was got off with diffi¬
culty and named afresh the Ifffcthe, and
a month ago, en route to Smyrna, she
struck a rock on the Irish coast and is
laid up for repairs.
The camel has twice the carrying
power of an ox. With an ordinary load
of 400 pounds he can travel twelve to
fourteen days without water, going four
teen miles a day. They are fit to work
at five years old, but their strength be
gins to decline at twenty-five, although
they live usually until forty. They are
often fattened at thirty for food, the
flesh tasting like beef.
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The Lecture Field.
Florenee Marryat has been on a lec
ture tour in this country, and she is
used up by it. “Before I came to
America,” she says, “I was urged to
wear my prettiest dresses, because
Americans appreciated tilings of that
kind. Those beautiful gowns have been
ruined, sweeping the dirty stages of the
little concert halls through the oil re
gions and mining towns of the West.
Of Canada I cannot complain, but since
I entered the United States my tour lias
been one continual round of hardships,
I wculd get off the train in the evening
to be driven through the rain or snow to
the hall. Then I would frequently be
obliged to change my traveling dress in
a cold dressing room, and then, after a
steady two hours of talking and singing,
would be obliged to hu*ry ou my travel
ing costume again and drive in the open
carnage either to another train or to
so’ le dingy country hotel.”
IjORd Aylesford, the famous Texas
cowboy, two or three years ago,
insured, with some difficulty,
various English and Scotch offices to
the tune of 8490 000 The medical olli
cers of the companies met the at the time dis
in solemn conclave, and only
eentients were the medical represents
fives of a well-known Anurican office,
which refused the risk, end thus has
escaped a heavy loss.
THE MARDI GRAS PAGEANTS.
A Yiakor’s lui|»rc*«ion« of Urillinot Street
Hpeciacles «l New Orleans.
The whole city Rave itself up reck,
lessly to the Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday),
writes a New Orleans correspondent.
No P a &' eaut of aDy kind that New y ° rk
CTer aeen can compare with the
Carnival processions. 1 lie fun began
°a Monday, the day before Mardi Gras,
*’ ith tbe arrival ° f *“• The Kingtbia
was f rsonated by a young cottoD
broker > who “ a "eU-known clab man
9nd P op “ lat about towD ; »
upposed l* * . t* !
? known who 0 he 0 is. .* T He was ‘ received 7 at
the station by a military escort, and
three or four wagon loads of harl eqnins
sand jugglers. He was mouuted on a
milk-white steed, and the grand cortege
psaceeded to the City Hall, where the
keys of the city were presented to him
by a curly-haired and awkward Mayor,
who made a speech which nobody heard
excepting a very obvious reporter, who
was quite the most important person
present. He wore a high beaver that
looked as if it had borne the brunt
of action, and his willowy form was clad
in a faded ulster that was buttonless and
frayed. His gold-rimmed glasses rested
on a nose that was decidedly of the ac¬
quisitive order, and a pair of out-at-the
fiuger gloves adorned his hands. When
he first appeared he came rushing up
the street as though the fate of nations
depended on his speed, and stalked
majestically through the crowd. A
large pie-plate shield glistened upon
his shoulder. He sprang up the steps
of the City Hall and shouted for the
Mayor. Men, women, and children
stepped aside, and he suddenly found
himself alongside his Honor. The Mayor
looked at the pie-plate badge, and was
impressed. The reporter burst into a
glassy but engaging smile, said “How
are you ?” and then glanced around at
the admiring multitude. He took up
his position alongside the Mayor, and
produced a roll of white paper in which
grocers usually wrap tea. He drew a
pencil out of the breast pocket of his
coat, and g'anoed critically at the vast
throng. Then he made a pleasing re¬
mark to the Mayor, who looked gratified
at the attention, and straightway began
to take copious notes of the scene be¬
fore him. Two thousand eyes were ad¬
miringly fixed upon him while he reeled
off page after page of notes.
Then Rex appeared in the distance,
and the eyes of the throng were for a
moment diverted. A moment later Rex
stopped, and the Mayor began his
speech. It was uttered deep down
in his Honor’s throat, and was only
heard by the reporter, who proved an
appreciative and volatile listener, shout¬
ing “Bravo!” “Verygood !” and “Hear!
Hear !” at intervals, so that finally the
Mayor turned around and delivered the
whole speech into the reporter’s ear,
the reporter meanwhile displaying a
a smile that outshone the radiance of
his badge. He took notes with earnest¬
ness all the time.
Then a very small girl in pink, hold¬
ing up a very large cushion ou which
rested a gilt key, was carrried down
and placed beside a charger which the
King bestrode. His Majesty took the
key and the procession moved on. That
night there was a procession of floats,
It is impossible to give any idea of the
beauty of these night pageants. The
floats are two stories high and of enor¬
mous size. They are splendid in gilt
and tinsel, and with the living figures
in costumes are as spectacularly beauti
feill as any of the great skow pieces on
the New York stage. If the most strik¬
ing tableaus of the “Black Crook, r
I ‘S trdanapalus, the “Seven Ravens, r
and “Excelsior could be seen in rapid
succession, they would bo disappointing
compared with the Mardi Gras night
pageants except in the matter of
I sllflpely or 8 at18 of locomotion,
Women Rule iu Bantam.
1 Among the colonial possessions, or,
j more correctly, dependencies, of Hol
j land, says a foreign letter writer, there
} is its a constitution remarkable and little the State original which, eostume in
of its inhabitants, surpasses the boldest
; of dreams of the advocates of women s
rights. In the Island of Java, between
the cities of Batavia and Bamarane, is
the Kingdom of Bantam, which, although
tributary to Holland, is an independent
State. The Sovereign is, indeed, a man,
: but all the rest of the government be-
1 longs to the fair sex. The Kiug is en
tirelv dependent upon his State Council.
The highest authorities, military com
j manders and soldiers are, without ex
eeption, of female sex. 1 hese amazons
ride in the masculine style, wearing
sharp steel points instead of spu»e.
Tl,e y carr v a P°i n j® d lanoe ’ wbieh tbey
-
swing very gracefully, and also a musket,
which is discharged at full gallop. The
! capital of this little State lies in the
\ most picturesque part of the island in a
fruitful plain, and is defended by two
well-kept fortresses,
I believe in the colossal; a need deep
as hell and grace as high as heaven, I
| believe in a pit that is bottomless and a
heaven that is topless. I believe-iu an
j infinite God and an infinite atonement;
iu love and mercy; an everlasting cove
uant ordered m all things sure, ot which
I the substance and reality is an infinite
i Christ,
VOL XL NO. 20.
LOCKED IN THE LAKE.
ARUTIC EXl'KRIENCE OK THE l'UO
t’Ei.i.KR jmrnniAN.
Seventeen .Hen Leave the Ship nnil Irons,
Thirty Mile* of lee tor! 4aBl*tnnee—Terri¬
ble Sulterinx on the Road -Crowned wltb
Sucee»»-Tlie Lake Frozen.
A dispatch from Grand Haven, Mich.,
says: Full particulars were received here
regarding the terrible experience of the
crew of the ice-locked steamer Michigan.
On Monday morning, February 9, the
Michigan, with Capt. Prindiville and
twenty-nine men on board, left this port
in search of the distressed steamer
Oneida. When off Ludington the Mich¬
igan encountered a gale and was
Lemmed in by heavy ice. She drifted
with the ice to the southward, experien¬
cing many dangers, but at no time being
within twenty miles of land. She finally
got in compact ice, many feet thick, to¬
ward the head of the lake, but on ac¬
count of the drifting and turning they
could not tell their exact whereabouts
Sunday last it was decided that, owing
to short provisions, half of the crew
would have to go ashore, as the food
would last but a week longer.
Monday was very stormy, Tuesday
morning, from the crosstrees, a rim of
land was sighted to the eastward. Thir¬
teen men were chosen to remain and
seventeen of the most hardy to make
the land. The mercury was ten below.
At 7 o’clock Joseph Russell, first mate;
David Martin, steward; W. P. Kenny,
clerk, and fourteen of the crew, started
with a day’s rations, axes, prkehole,
blankets, etc., expecting that they
might have to be out over night, as the
land seemed thirty miles away. When
about twelve miles off the boat, Clerk
Kenny broke through the ice, wetting
his right leg to the knee. They went
on about six miles, when they found
Kenny’s leg frozen. All were badly ex¬
hausted, as the ice was very rough aud
blocked into nearly impassable ridges
many feet high and miles wide. Each
man went for himself, knowing that life
depended on his own exertions, except
Russell and Martin, who helped Kenny.
When off land four miles Kenny coul d
not stand, and dragged himself along
on his lands and knees for two miles,
when he was completely exhausted and
so frozen that he could not move and
urged the others to leave him and save
themselves.
Some of the party had by this time—
5 o’clock—reached the shore, and found
a few houses at West Casco. They
warned the neighborhood, and the farrn
ers went out and carried the brave but
insensible Kenny to the beach. The
land there rises 169 feet almost straight.
All bands worked like horses to throw
off the insensibility creeping on them
and climb the steep. Heaving lines
were placed on Kenny, and he was
drawn up by those above and carried to
a dwelling. The men were apportioned
around among the farmers, who williug
ly cared for them. Kenny recovered at
10, and everything was done for him
that was possible. All of the men are
able to take care of themselves except
Kenny. The surgeons have dressed his
limbs, and it is hoped he will soon be all
right. The Michigan is now in no dan¬
ger, since so many of the crew have left,
the provisions will last the rest 30 days.
A Mormon Story.
A Mormon bishop told a friend of ihe
editor of a Salt Lake paper of this, i few
days ago, that he had suffered with the
blues all day, because of something one
of his daughters had said to him. When
asked to explain, he said:
“Yon know my daughter Mary, the
eldest child of my second wife? Sac is
about the age of Lizzie, who is the
itaughter of my first wife. Well, this
morning f was going with Mary over to
Lizzie’s mother’s when she suddenly
said :
“ ‘Father, I wish I was Lizzie,’
“I asked her why, and reminded her
that sho was quite as bright and pretty
as Lizzie.
“ ‘It is not that,’ she said; ‘L'afie’s
mother is your first wife.’
“We did not speak again all the way,
and I have had the blues ever since.”
This is a true story all but the names.
Yery Poor Coffee.
An individual, evidently connected
with the coffee trade, writes to the Med¬
ical Record to say that the colored and
polished coffee pronounced deleterious
by the Board of Health is a small mat¬
ter as compared with the sale of “poor
skimmings.” Skimmings coffee is .a
damaged and decayed article, usually
Java, which hai “sweated” aboard ship,
aud thus tnrns of a rich brown color,
though the berry is wholly decayed and
has an offensive odor. The '‘skimmings”
is dried aud mixed with sound coffee.
A quantity of it was sold recently for
three quarters o! a cent a pound.
Three years ago 30,000 bags of the rot¬
ten berry were disposed o! iu New York
from the wreck of the Piinv, from Rio.
A Gain.— A Vermont farmer made a
net profit of 843.50 from the produce of
a single hen turkey during the past sea¬
son. This is equal to 100 bushels of
wheat in Kansas at 43 cents per bushel,
with this difference : It would cost as
much to raise and harvest the wheat as
it would bring, while the proceeds of the
turkey were clear gain.
STRAY BITS OF HUMOR
FOUND IN THE HOI.OINK OF OCR
EXUIIANGEH.
All llroken IJp-KIndne** In the Extreme
-A CnutieuN Lover—Very Bugjf-Some
body Saying Something. Etc., Ete.
ALL BROKEN UP.
“Well, I got on a freight train and
rode up to Hubbleson’s siding, forty
three mild that night, to see my girl,”
said a western young man in conver¬
sation with Burdette. ‘.‘I allowed to visit
with her folks all that night and
Sunday, an’ come home on the passen
ger Monday mornin’. She lives six
milcl from the station, an’ I tramped out
to the house in all that blizzard, ani got
there ’long ’bout ’leven o’clock Saturday
night. An’ I’ll be teetotally cow kicked
by a bnllrush if there was a livin’ soul to
home 1 Old folks, ’t seems, had gone
away to Lincoln to stay over Sunday,
my girl had went down to Grier’s Island
to stay a week, the hired man had taken
the only horse left on the place an’ gone
down to a dance on Beasely’s branch,
eleven mild away, an’ there I was, left
over Sunday where I didn’t know a sonl.
Went to Deacon Mumbler’s an’ told him
who my father was, an’ he kept me.
Deacon’s stone blind and has the
asthma so bad he can’t talk ; his wife’s
so deef she can’t hear it thunder, they
have no childxen an’ don’t keep no help,
an’ don’t cook anything Sundays. I
went to church three times that day and
went to two funerals ; the deacon goes to
bed at eight o’clock and so I shivered
on a straw bed under a cotton quilt in a
north room for thirteen hours. Now
think of all that when a feller’d been ex¬
pectin’ a turkey dinner, singin’ ‘Hold
the Fort,’ by a melodeon ail afternoon
an’ hnggin’ the prettiest girl in all New
braskv from sundown till one o’clock in
the mornin’, an’ tell me ef I ain’t got
more right to feel broke up than any
man this side o’ the kingdom ? Say ‘no*
an’ I’ll slam you on top o’ the head with
this overshoe 1”
HOW THE DOCTORS CURED HIM.
Two doctors were disputing by the
bedside of County Clerk Keenan during
his recent illness.
“I tell yon the liver is diseased,” said
one.
“Nonsense; nothing of the kind. It
is the spleen,” said the other.
“Very well; we shall see who is in the
right at the post-mortem examination."
Hearing which Keenan became real
mad and got up and dressed himself.
He began to improve from that time
and hasn’t known a sick day since.
good and bad cities.
Bad city for the wioked—Oinu.
Good city for the empty—Phil.
Good city for the Indian—Lo-well.
Bad city for a man with false teeth—
Gnashville.
Good city for a laundry—Washington.
Good city for the wealthy—Rich¬
mond.
Good town for a sea captain—Salem.
Bad city for a musician—Sing Sing.
Good city for impudent dudes—
Young-kern.
A COMPLIMENT IN DOUBT.
Dear friend Clara (looking at Belle’s
photograph)—“Wliat a lovely picture 1”
Belle— “Do you really think it looks
like me 1”
Dear friend Clara- “Oh, no, dear; not
a particle. "—Boston Transcript.
THE MEItirS IN THE CASK.
“What are the relative merits in the
case?” asked the attorney of a young
man who had sought his advice in rela¬
tion to a divorce.
“Relative merits?” reiterated the
young man, who was apparently dazzled
at the remark,
“Yes,” replied the attorney.
“Well, the relative merits in the case
is an exasperated son-in-law, and the de¬
merits is a meddling mother-in-law.—
Pretzel’s Weekly.
*NDNESS IN THE EXTREME.
“Well, deacon, have you remembered
the poor during this cold weather ?”
“Yes, parson, I think of them very
often. Only yesterday a poor, shiver¬
ing little feHow came to my door with¬
out clothes enough to cover his naked¬
ness. It was a very pathetic sight.”
“What did you do for the poor little
creature, deacon?”
“Let him shovel off my sidewalk and
it made him nice and warm, he actually
perspired .”—Chicago News.
SADLY DEGENERATED IW CUPID.
“Have you noticed how Mary D. has
changed of late ?” asked a stately
beauty, caressiDg a diminutive black
and-tan, whose collar was ornamented
with silver bells.
“What’s the matter with her ?” was
the query.
“Why, you know she was married
last week, and her maid informs me that
she has not fed her dog onoe since her
marriage: has scarcely noticed him, in
fact. She actually seems to prefer the
society of her husband.”
Exclamations of astonishment,
COULD BE SEEN AT A GLANCE.
Jones—Some fellows have no more
spunk about them than a baby.
Smith—Why do you think so?
J.—Saw a couple going along the
road in a sleigh a short time ago. He
was driving with both hands and she
was sitting fully a foot apart from him.
S.— H’m ! Carried couple, I guess. -
Boston Courier.