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The Covington Star i
J.’W. ANDERSON, Editor and Proprietor.
A Woman’s Portrait,
Blessing she is; God made her so,
And deeds of week-day holiness
Full from her noiseless as the snow,
For has she ever chanced to know
'iliat au,;kt Were easier- than to bless.
Fhe is most fair, and thereunto
flcr life doth rightly harmonize;
Feeling or thought that was not true
Ne’er made less lieautiful the blue,
Unclouded heaven of her eyes.
She is a woman; one in w hom
The spring-time of her childish years
Iloth never lost its fresh perfume.
Though knowing well that life hath room
For many blights and many tears.
—James Bussell Lowell.
behind the counter.
“My first day at the store!” said Car-
17 Wallingford, with a curious thrill
through her, as if an ice cold stream
were trickling down the lino of her spi
nal column. Oli, I wish I were a rich
„i r l and didn’t have to work?
“Work is honorable, my child,” said
0 hl Uncle Wolsey, who, with his specta
ties on his nose was trying to spell
through the illegible paragraphs of the
daily paper, muttering to himself that
“either they didn’t print as good as they
used to, or else his old eyesight was fail
nig. I know,” fluttered Carry; “but
Yes,
—but I’m very willing that someone else
should have the honor this time.”
Uncle Wolsey turned his glasses with
mild reproach upon his uiece’s pink-and
white balsam of a face.
“I wish I could be as brave as you 5
Uncle Wolsey!” said Carry, as she tied
the crimson strings of her little capote
under her round chin.
Old Wolsey Wallingford had sheltered
big little pet lamb by his hearth-fold all
her lifetime until now. He was a jowel
er by trade, and ho had kept his unpre¬
tending store open as long as possible,
But the tide of fashion went by, and left
him stranded on the unfrequented side
street, where the sign of the tarnished
silver watch attracted no further atten¬
tion.
And one day, when he had set all clay
in the window with his magnifying-glass,
working at some impossible old time¬
piece, whose owner had died and never
called for it, the twilight crept darkly
over his eyesight and his heart.
He laid down his tools.
“All day long,” said he, “and never a
customer! Well-a-day 1 it is time for the
old man to shut up his store at last.”
IIi‘ went out and put up the wooden
shutters, with a heart that was heavier
than they, and from that time thence¬
forward the wooden imitation of the sil¬
ver watch swung no longer over the door.
Uncle Wolsey had been conquered in
life’s battle, and had laid down his arms,
and now it was that Carry reluctantly
threw herself into the breach.
How could she let the dear old man
starve? And Mr. Pickrcll’s fancy and
dry goods store on Sixth avenue was
really a very creditable establishment,
and Mrs. Pickrelt herself had promised,
from the severe heights of the cashier’s
desk, to “keep an eye” upon old Mr.
Wallingford’s niece, and if her services
proved desirable, there was no sort 0 f
doubt but that her salary would be in
creased in time.
So Carry buttoned up her sack, drew
on her neat lisle-thread gloves and took
the little basket, in which, wrapped in a
napkin, was packed her lunch of apple
pie and cheese, and went forth to meet
her new career, little reckoning how
brief it was to be.
At first it was not very pleasant. The
store was small and stuffy, with gorgeou 8
piles of cretonne and chintz at the door,
and festoons of Jaees, silk handkerchiefs
and colored jerseys flapping against the
he ds of the girls behind the counter, of
whom there were three besides Carry—
hold, high-voiced damsels, who were
their hair down over the bridge of their
noser aud giggled incessantly.
Customers came and went, change was
made and paper parcels expeditiously
wrapped up.
Mr. Pickrell walked the floor with his !
hands in his pockets, ordered away
small girls whose noses were flattened
too persistently against the windows out
side, and smiled beamingly on old ladies
who stopped to examine the quality of
the chintzes and flannel suitings.
Mrs. Pickrell reprimanded the young
women with the banged hair for giggling
too loud when there were customers in
the store, and called to Carry to “mind
wi at she was about” when a box of rib
bons fell off the counter upon the floor.
Carry grew very weary, her head began
to ache, and she wondered bow long it
would be before “sliutting-up time.”
At last a tall, brown-faced young man
came in, wearing a foreign-looking coat
trimmed with fur, aud somehow bearing
in his aspect the indescribable stamp of
belonging to some other country.
One of the banged-haired nymphs was
eating her lunch; the Second iad rushed
Up the street to get change for a ten dol
lar bill; and the third was engaged in
matching an impossible shade of ribbon
fora young lady who was determined
not to be pleased with anything.
v • Carry 1” shrilly signaled Mrs. Pick
rell.
And our heroine advanced gallantly to
the rescue.
14 What I show you?” she asked,
can
timidly, of the new customer.
•‘Silk, please,” said the young man.
And when Carry perceived that he
was considerably more embarrassed than
herself, she took courage.
“What color?" said she.
“I don’t know,” answered the cus¬
tomer— “that is—1 haven’t quite made
up my mind. Perhaps you could sug¬
gest—’’
“What is it for ?” Carry asked, with
mild toleration of his evident bewilder¬
ment ; and at the same time she could
not help perceiving that he was very
handsome, with wavy black hair and and
dark, liquid eyes, long lashes, and plea¬
sant to look upon.
“For a dress.”
“A dress? But is it for a young lady,
or an old one?”
4 < I don’t know,” acknowledged the
gentleman—“young—that is, not old.
She can’t be over forty.—To tell you the
truth"—and he smiled in spite of him
self—“I’ve never seen the lady. But she
is a cousin of mine, and I want to make !
her a present.”
“Yes, I understand,” said Carry. Is
it to be black or colored ?” !
I I What would you advise?” said the
stranger, blindly clutching at Carry’s
feminine counsel as a shipwrecked mar
iner may be expected to cling to a float- j
ing spar. |
“Black would perhaps be more suit
able, seeing that you don’t know the
lady’s age or complexion, remarked
Carry.
“But blue and pink are such pretty
colors 1” pleaded the dark-haired young
man, looking longingly at the piles of
lustrous fabrics on the shelves.
“Yes,” said Carry, growing inter¬
ested; “but they are only suitable for a
very few occasions, while black is always
appropriate.”
‘ i thought that only old ladies wore
black silk ?”
“Young ladies do, also,” calmly as¬
serted Carry.
it If you were selecting a dress,” said
( he stranger, in desperation, “which
color would you choose ?”
i i I would choose seal brown,” said
Carry, after a second or two of deliber¬
ation.
“Eh? should you? Show me seal
brown L then, please said the customer.
“ It,s a ,ittle S rave . perhaps”-survcying
the sllinia g folds “ but U ’ s P 1 * 14 * y es
- ’
it>s wr y P rctt y ! How man y y ards now
does take for a dress
“I should think,” said Carry, after
second interval of reflection, “that fif
teen yards might answer if it was econ¬
omically cut.”
“I don’t know anything about econ
omy,” said the young man; “I want a
good allowance.”
“Tlieu I should recommend eighteen
yards,” advised Carry.
“Cut me oil eighteen yards,” said the
gentleman, promptly; “and put in the
linings and trimmings and all that sort
of thing, please—you’ll know what I
need, better than I do myself. And 1 |
say—” j
“Sir?” said Carry, as he hesitated.
“Have you anything that would make
a nice present for an old gentleman, do
you think?”
“A silk neck muffler?” suggested
Carry, her eyes running across the
shelves of the store, “or a pair of fur- |
lined gloves?”
Capital I” said the customer. “Put
’eiu botli in the parcel.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Carry, i l Where
shall we send them?” |
“Nowhere,” answered the customer.
“I’ll take them along myself, and then 1 ;
shail be sure that there is no mistake,
I’m* a thousand times obliged to you
miss!”
‘Not in the least,” said Carry, with
dignity,
So the dark-eyed stranger with the
fur-trimmed coat departed, and Mrs.
P ckrell praised the young shop girl for
the good sale she had made.
“You’ll be a valuable hand in time,”
said she. U It isn’t often we get a chance
to sell a silk pattern like that. Folks
mostly go on Broadway for their expen
rive dresses, she added, with a sigh.
Carry was very tired when she
canac home in the frosty October dusk,
The store did not close until ten, but the
girls took turns, two by two, to stay at
tor sunset, and Carry’s turn fortunately
did not come until the next night.
When she readied home Uncle Wol
sey had the lamp lighted and the kettle |
boiling for tea, and was slicing off some
canned-corn beef, and “minding” the
toast before the fire at the same time.
It looked cheery and pleasant; Carry
drew a long sigh of relief.
< 1 How nice it is to be at home, Unc a
Wolsey 1” she cried. “Do let me make
that toast! And, oh! it hasn’t been
such a very hard day, after ali. And
Mrs. Pickrell siys I’ve made the best
sale she has had for a week. Such a
handsome young man. Uncle Wolsey 1
aud he treated me as if I were a princess
instead of a working girl, and— 77
“Stop, stop! said Uncle Wolsey
pausing with the knife’still iu his hand.
“I’ve had a good-looking young man
here, too, Carry. Needn’t think you’ve j
got a m nopoly of the article. What do j
you think of your poor mother’s cousin
from the seal-fur fisheries in Alaska?
And what do you think of his bringing
these things here as a present for you and
me—ehi”
COVINGTON, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 16. 1887.
Uncle Wolsey laid down the knife,
and carefully dusting his hands on the
roller-towel, drew forth from the bu
feau-drawer a seal-brown silk dresr
pattern, and a pair of fur-lined gloves,
wrapped around with a spotted silk neck
muffler.
44' Why, Uucie Wolsey— almost
shrieked Carry.
“What’s the matter?” said the
man. Ain’t they pretty? Oughtn’t I
to have taken ’em?”
“It’s the very mail, said Carry, i < j
sold them to him this afternoon.”
“Hey?” said Uncle Wolsey.
“At the "store,” said Carry. Oh
Uncle Wolsey 1 And is he really mv
cousin? I am so glad.
“Glad of what? retorted a strong,
cheery voice, and in came the mysten
ous stranger himself. “Why, I declare,”
he cried, if there isn’t the little girl who
sold me the things to-day.”
“Glad that you are my cousin,” sain
Carry,, with a mischievous smile and a
low courtesy. “Because—because 1
thought you were very pleasant and
kind—”
“And I thought--'" said the stranger,
“But no, I won’t tell you what I thought,
Ilow do you do cousin?”
“I am so glad you chose the sea
brown silk 1” demurely observed Carry.
What should I have done with a blue ot
a pink silk ! i
“It would have looked very well ol
you,’’said the cousin meditatively eyeing
her, “blue would have matched you!
eyes; pink, your cheeks.” '■
“Just my sentiments,” chuckled Unch
Wolsey. 4 ( Come, young ftlks_come:
tea is ready. And the toast is getting
cold.
Not until the visitor had taken hi;
leave did Uncle Wolsey, smoking his
pipe before the fire, impart to Carry ar
additional piece of news.
“What d’ye suppose Mr. Lennox told
me he came down to the States for,
Carry?”
“I'm sure I don’t know, said Carr Jr
innocently.
“To o-et him a wife 1” said Uncle Wol
sey.
“Oh!” said Carry, shading her face
from the fire. 'Iam sure I hope he
will be successful!
Thu three banged-hair young maidens
at Pickrell’s Emporium subscribed to ,
buy a Boh mian glass cologne set for
Carry Wallingford s wedding present;
but they murmured much among them- !
“ r V Ca S rfttum 0
* . w ore ,, just C as 10 pretty °! ern * she, . „ sate ..j
as
much fo ,
ley nc prettier some s
would say. And why couldn’t the cus
tomer have fallen - to our lot?”
There are some questions which Copid
a o..e can answer. And he, the winged
rogue is obstinately j Silent,— Helen Bores!
A Remarkable Climate,
At a point where the two ranges of the
Cordilleras, the eastern aud western,
which traverse Peru from north to south,
meet, and form what is known as th( j
junction of Pasco (et nu lo de Pasco) is
located the city of Cerro de Pasco, 156 j
miles from Lima. It is built upon lion
eycombed foundations and possesses t
most remarkable climate by reason of its
great height above the sea level. Froir
December to March, a season which the
people of the Cerro term their winter,
whereas in reality it is their summer, the
temperature during the day is from IS
to 13 degrees above zero, at night it falls
to near zero, but the water seldom
freezes.
During this season the sun appears at
times, and from the purity of the atmos
phere the heat caused by his rays is ai
most unbearable. A person may be
standing partly in the shade; that por
tion is disagreeably cold, while the part i
exposed to the sun is uncomfortably
warm. It would be difficult to find
another local i tv where the atmospheric j
changes are more distinctly marked.—
N. Y. Graphic.
How <o Fix George.
Bachelor Uncle Ali, my dear, yon |
look as pretty as a picture. 1 don’t
w ,’onder George thiuks so much of you.
Has the rascal proposed yet?
Pretty Nh ce—No, uncle, he hasn’t.
I really heiieve he’s afraid to.
“Why don’t you encourage him a lit
tie, my dear?
“Ido, uacle; but you know it wouldn’t
be modest to do too much encouraging.”
‘‘No, I suppose. I’ll tell you what tc
d(lj though.”
ti What is it, you dear old thing?”
■. Just wait till his birthday and pre
gen t Him with one of those mottos—
iq oc j Bless Our Home.’ If that doesn’t
dx Him noth ng will .”—Pittsburg Dis
patch.
Poisoned by U’s Nurse’s Cosmetic.
A case is recorded in a German modi- I
cai journal m which an infant was
poisoned by the lead contained in a cos
metic on the face of the nurse. The 1
child was five weeks old, and was con
stantly crying aud suff ring with colic,
Its skin was of a dull b u sh tint. The
nurse had long been in the habit of using
cosmetic which contained a large pro
portion of lend. It is stated that upon
removal of the cause and appropriate |
treatment a cure was effected in a few
days .—Health and llome.
it" DUEL. ■#
A SWORD
A Hard Fight sl for the Richest
Heiress in Virginia.
Che Young Lady's Laughing Suggestion
j Adopted by Her Two Lovers.
An Alexandria (Va.) letter to the. New !
Tork Sun notes the fact that “Mrs. Henry
„ ,[\i, „ nee _ , aney, the .... in heiress ,
u ms,
n Virginia, has taken up her residence
m this aristocratic old town,” and con
i iinues as follows; “She is often seen
! m the street with her husband, the
y° un g Iria hman who won her
it the point of the swor<t „^Vi the pair
lre much admired. Their presence here
has set people to talking about the fa
mous sword contest in which Nevil
ihowed himself to be the finest fencer
m the South, and by which he won ^
bride and great wealth It occurred
’ ome ten years ago. Mrs. Dulaney was
Ihen the belle of this part of Virginia.
Her father, Colonel Hal Dulaney,^ was
worth $5,000,000, and the daughter was
to inherit half of the amount. As sire
w as beautiful as well as wealthy, there
were many suitors for her ’jand. Among
i-hoob the two most favored were a young
Englishman named Randolph, who was
!m officer in her Majesty’s Household
Guards, and Henry Nevil, >an Irishman
who had fought in the French and Aus
trian armies. Both were handsome,
mard Y fellows, though cbt burdened
withriches, and for a time their chances
seemed kbout equal.
It soon became evident tint they hated
e ach other very cordially, and all tide¬
water Virginia eagerly awaited the re
tho contest for Miss Dulaney’s
smdes - As both were very high tem
P ered and familiar with the use of wea
pons, the lady had a hard time to keep
them from anting their hatred in a
bloody way. Still, with a girl's coquet
ry, she led them on, showing no decided
preference for either, and sometimes ap
pearing indifferent to both. One evening
the three were in the drawingroom to
gether. The rivals addressed each other
only when absolutely necessary, and then
with smothered anger in their tones.
Finally Miss Dulaney got tired of that
sort of thing, and said laughingly:
44 Why don’t you go out and have a
? ood % ht ’ instead of suarlln g at each
other always?” Claimed
.. We wi] j do ^ h> „ th / in
one breath> lad continued the
conversation in a bantering tone, not
dreaming that the men were in earnest,
Nej[t day) however, she discovered that
they JF had actually adopted her laughing "
When the rivals left the house they at
^ ammged the prelim1narie3 for a
duel> ^ meeting place was selected just
off _ the Dulaney estate, the time fixed ,
upon was the following morning at sun
rise, and swords were chosen as weapons.
At the time agreed upon they met, with
their seconds, and there ensued the
most bloody duel that has ever taken
place on Virginia soil. It was evident
from the beginning that Nevil was the
more expert swordman on account of his
experience in the French army. Ran
dolph handled the sword well, too, but
lacked the grace and facility of move
meat of his opponent. Moreover, the
Englishman was very much excited,
As they faced each other
they exchanged glances, which
meant plainly a fight to the
death. Then they set to, Randolph
striking fiercely and wildly at his enemy,
while the Irishman cooly took the defence,
parrying bis blows with ease and await
ing his chance for a thrust. It came at
last, and he neatly removed a large pieoe
of Randolph’s ear. The pain seemed to
madden the Englishman, and he bore
down upon his enemy with indiscreet
desperation. Nevil quietly got in anoth
er strike, which mutilated the English
man’s nose. The rest of the fig .t was
r ough and tumble on Randolph’s part,
while Nevil not for a moment lost his
presence of mind. He finally disabled
the Englishman by getting in a thrust on
b is sword arm. He did this merely to
prevent downright murder, for he knew
b e could take Randolph apart piece by
piece without injury to himseif, and he
k new, too, Randolph would die rather
than yield as long as he could hold «
8WO rd.
Miss Dulaney was sorry for Randolph’s
misfortune, but she smiled more than
ever on Nevil whom, it turned out, she
had loved all the time. Three months
afterward Randolph rose from his sick
bed disfigured for life, left the country
and Has not been heard from since.
^Lout the same time Nevil and Miss Du
laney were married.
The Law and the l’roflts.
Mrs. Sumpkin’s oldest boy had gone
West, and a friend of the family
W88 making some inquiries about him.
“I understand John is an attorney, ”
fog said,
( i Yes, and he got lots of busi
ness,” she answered, with a mother’s
pride.
* * Is he a criminal lawyer?”
A shadow fell upon the good old lady’s
f ftCe _
4 > No, not yet,” she said. ‘Leastways
He hain’t told me. But Tm afraid he
be. The law is so dreadful tempt
ing*'’
Protection Against Frost.
The agricultural countries in Europe,
France especially, often suffer from late
Spring frosts, which destroy the young
vegetation and do much mischief. It
has been seriously proposed there to
guard against these by building fires
about the fields with the idea that the
warmth would avert frost. This might
answer if there were enough of the fires.
But some late investigators, remember
j that such frost never occur on cloudy
nigbt9> {or the reason that clouds pre
vent the ra(]iation of Lcat from the earth
and the consequent chilling of the
ground propose to combine the warming
effect of fires with the production of
artificial clouds. The method for nc
complishing this result consists in plac
jng about tbe fields t0 be pro t e cted what
might be called cart ridges formed of a
- , f , coZ^ = oi i „ rubbish! oal . tar
all mixed with earth and formed into
conelike 8 h ap es. These cones stand on
tbree gbort wooden j £ „ 8 and a hole in
the base contains a bunch of shavings
soaked in coal-tar. The material of the
cones being waterproof, they may be ex¬
p 0sed t<) tbc water f or an indefinite
p er ; od -without injury, and the shaving s
for kindling are protected by the mass
about them. The materials burn with a
great deal of smoke. The only objection
to the plan would seem to be in the effect
of the smoke on tender vegetation. Few
things are more injurious to plants than
the vapor of coal-tar, and the young
shoots of vines are particularly sensitive
to noxious influences. The only value
at present of the above suggestion is
that other investigators may make ex¬
periments in a similar line which might
answer the purpose required.—
Cultivator. |
Washington’s Birthplace.
There is scarcely a sign now of the j
house in which Washington was born,
on the lower Rappahannock, nor any
more of the other houses where he passed
his boyhood, over against Frederickburg,
and in the landscape which must have
been known to our soldiers who fought
at Chancellorville. Both these houses
were rf the old Virginia stamp- big
roomy piles of lumber, with long,sloping
bent roof in the rear, and two huge
chimneys slapped against the exterior
walls at clther end - It was at the home
| in Stafford county must have happened-
that episode or the cherry tree; audit
was there, too, happened (after his
father’s death) that other better au
thenticated incident of tho boy's sub*
j Ration of n young thoroughbred colt
which nobody could master; and yet
this intreped lad known os George
Washington,and known for many athletic
feats even as a boy, did master the brute,
aud 80 eDra g° him b y the mastership
that mat wo poor nnnr animal, animal in in a a frpn irenzy 7 » nf ot nm pro
testing plunges, died under the very
®eat of the boy master. This martyr to
- voua S Washington’s iron resolve was a
j g reat P ct °f b ’ s mother’s, under whose
speeial guidance the fatherless lad had
now come; and there may have been a
bone t° P' c k between them regarding
the colt; but never, then or thereafter,
any real breach in their mutual regard or
love .—American Agriculturist.
Somewhat Absent-Minded.
> . Speaking of embarrassing episodes,”
said a real estate man, “I unconsciously
aided and abetted in one the other day.
I went into one of the large down-town
lunch rooms with a friend who is a
connoisseur in the matter of overcoats.
IIe Wears a 8 00d COat and he a!wft >' s re
lu neS this coat with care and hangs .t
“I’" 111 ,,e re cruiu tu c tur “ 0 (Jl -
co a f‘ ^ le " aS ln 10 act ° ar) b' n R
U P ns coat ® nc * c 0 own > and
st0 °pi n g wit apo o_,ie! it caught mine
U P and ^replace it. My friend boasts a
” ood ‘ ca * ° se ^ possession under
trying circmnstauces, but as he put my
coat in place he caught the eyes of two
lady acquaintances at a distant table,
and removing his hat he made a most
elaborate bow. Then he abseni-minded
ly put his hat in the rack, and, forgetting
that he had already removed his over
cold ) unbuttoned his cutaway, and before
^ could interfere he stood before tho
fifty or sixty ladies and gentlemen
P resent ' u his shirt sleeves. There was
“ ,au S h at hls ex P cn8 c, and he afterward
explained to me that he would not have
had it happen in the presence of those
ladies for a thousand dollars. »♦ Chicago
Inter- Ocean.
Donbtful of the Outcome.
Life insurance agent (tilling out appli¬
cation)—Your general health is good, is
it not?”
Applicant—“Neverhad a sick day iu
my life.”
Agent—“Um. You do not contemplate
entering upon any hazardous undertak¬
ing, I suppose?”
Applicant—“Well, yes. I am afraid I
do. I am going to get married Wedncs
day.”- Lowell Citizen.
The War of “ ’12.”
4 4 You say you were iu too war of ’12?”
“Certainly.
“And yet you are only thirty years
old?
“You are correct.”
Very well; now, sir, I would like
to know how you make that appear. »»
“Why, you see, there were eleven
others in tho choir."
VOL. XIII, NO, 13.
POPULAR SCIENCE.
The most popular telescopes now In
use magnify 2000 times. As the moon
is 210,000 miles from the earth, it is thus
practicaly brought to within 120 miles,
at which distance the snowy peaks of
several lunar mountains are distinctly
visible to the naked eye.
The “bird spider” of tropical America
lias a body 4 1-2 inches long. The circle
of the tips of the legs has a diameter of
seven inches, It is so named because it
builds its nest to capture small birds,
lizards and reptiles. The nests usually
contain 1500 to 2000 eggs. There are
about 100 species of this formidable crea¬
ture.
Dyspepsia, palpitation of the heart
and nervousness are among the disorders
attributed to tbe use of strong tea in ex¬
ecs*, but the most remarkable effect
seems to have been observed in the case
of a young girl reported by an English
medical authority to have had attacks
exactly resembling delirium tremens as a
result of a habit of chewing tea leaves.
Vast arid and almost rainless tracts in
Australia, according to Mr. Joseph
Bosisto to Victoria, are thickly covered
with a dwarf Eucalyptus, barely eight
feet high. The stem of this shrub con¬
tains half a pint of water, which bush
men quickly obtain, yet inexperienced
travellers in these regions often die of
thirst.
A curious application has recently
been made of electricity to condense
dusts and fumes, If air filled with
smoke is charged with ^electricity, the
smoke at once flies to the sides of the
containing vessel in a way that appears
almost magical. In the same way,
electricity will cause fine dusts, which
are often very difficult to tremove from
the air, to condense, or coagulate so ai
to be easily removable,
^ new work by Dr. Louis Jobert
states that no purely left-handed race
i, as ever been discovered, although 70
percent.oftheinhabitantsofthePend
jab use the left hand by preference, as
do a [ s0 the larger part of the Hottentots
an q Bushmen of South Africa. In e
study of criminals, Dr. Marro has found
that from fourteen to twenty-two pei
cent of convicts were left-handed, the
Highest ratio among people of all classes
being only nine in the hundred.
By means of a sensitive thermopile and
a perforated disc of card-board, Prof.
Siorer, a German physicist, has prove!
that extraluminous patches on the solar
disc are more intensely heated than the
rest, and that the dark spots are coolei
than the average surface. The hottest
regions must develop ascending gas cur
rents, to which descents of cooler gas
masses must necessarily correspond.
These descending gases must generate
the dark spots, and the ascending pro
duce the prominences which are ob¬
served to shoot up to enormous heights.
This theory is confirmed by the fact tha
sun-spots always form on extra bright
parts of the sun.
An “Odd Fish” Out of Water.
A told ... the other day . .
story J was n
„ Washington r , . about t Jim Green _ . Missou- ...
o
ri, ’ a “character of the anti-bellum days.
always , made , . of . the . fad . ,
Green a point
that, far . he , knew, . he . had ,
* so as nevei
church , his life. T1P He , had . . been
been to in
meeting , he said, ... but . h<
to camp once,
ffld not remember that very well and h,
really had no idea what a church seme.
was like. Some of his colleagues in tha
Senate labored with him to get f him to g< b
to church just to hear what , he would ,, sai
i J
nbout it when he got ° back. It took thret
four weeks , of . persuasion, but A finalh . „
or f ’ J
Green went to church. , When , ne goi
, back , to luncheon , , at his . hotel , large .
a cir
cie , of „ friends „ . sat solemnly , , awaiting ... ,. his
report. “What , _ church , . did /., you go & A to? 7
1 ®
the , first question . asked. . “I don’t , ..
was 1
I ' know, I’m „ 77 replied Green; _ “it .... wai
sure, \ 1 7
church Third . street.’ .
a brown up on
They gathered from r this that « he . . had — at- .
J b
Episcopal. t “Well, _ fl
tended old Trinity
vhat did you tliiuk of it?” they coutin
ued. “O, Tm not a good judge
churches,” said Green; haven t I
you that I never was in a church before
in my life? I don’t know anything
them.” “O, well,” they persisted, “wha’
did you think of this one, anyway?’
“Weil,” said he, “if you must have it,
thought there was too much reading o: '
the journal and too little general debate.
— Troy Times.
Window Glass a Novelty.
A correspondent of th Bangor Com
mercial recently saw in an old-fashionec
farm-house in Troy, Me., the first glasi
window ever brought into that town.
The occupant of the farm-house hauled
to Bangor w.th his steers a load of hand
made staves, and of furs he had caught
in his traps, and bartered them for i
glass window, “I was careful how !
handled it, n says the old gentleman. U.
intended to buy seed corn with his pelts
and staves, but his wife wanted a win
dow, and he bought one to please her
It was a great curiosity in the town
sixty years ago. — Lewiston (Me.) Journal.
“How are collections, doctor? h(
asked of a young physician.
“Slow.
“What’s the trouble?—monev tight?’
“No; the trouble G, uobody owes un
anything.— fluzar.
Recompense.
Every s ai( imertime, when roses fade,
Fades one more rose.
Every autumn, when the dead leaves fall,
One more leaf goec
One more bird flies with the flying year.
Fleet-winged and strong—
Loaves another empty nest, where broods
But echoing-song.
But each frost-time, when the heaven's arrfh
Gleams cold and far,
Through the trembling twilight gloom
ascends
Another Btar.
Sometime all the roses will be gone.
The leaves, all dead,
Fill the paths with heaps of rusty gold,
While overhead,
Only empty nests, forsaken, fill
The branches bare;
Only songs of wandering minstrel winds
Sweep ’round them there.
Yet, what matter, Souli Thy recompense
Look up and see—
Where, with countless stars o’er-brimmed,
the sky
Spreads over thee.
When no more earth-music sounds, then,
sweet, •
Will greet thine ears,
Seraph music wafted down, past far
Mist-silvered spheres.
—Albion M. Fellows in the Current
HUMOROUS.
Children of the sea -Harbor buoys.
Every miser should have a chest pro¬
tector.
The greatest wag ever known—A wo¬
man’s tongue.
Hostlers aFe never on good terms to¬
gether. There is always a hitch among
them.
If a dealer in grave-stones were to fail,
some newspaper would be sure to refer to
the disaster as “a bust in marble.”
An ordinary small boy is never so hap¬
py as when he is standing under a safe
that is being hoisted to the fifth story.
A Michigan woman kicked a bear to
death a few days ago, and now her hus ¬
band never contradicts anything she
says.
There is everything to discourage a
man who sells medicines. Ilia best urti
clo is pretty sure to be a drug on the
market.
Misery loves company, and company
causes the good housekeeper a great deal
of misery, too, when she hasn’t anything
cooked in the house.
“Were you ever engaged in a duel,
Col. Blood? “Yes, sir, I was, sir.”
“Did it terminate seriously?” “Yes; I
was arrested and fined $10.”
Women who have a habit of turning
round in the street to inspect other wo¬
men’s dresses will learn with envy that a
fish has been found which has eyes in
the back of its head.
“Augustus, dear,” said the gentle
girl, tenderly pushing him from her a 8
the moonlight flooded the bay window
where they were standing, “I think you
had better try some other hair dye; your
moustache tastes like turpentine.”
Origin of the Great Western Cattle
Herds *
8. T. „ Bimmonds, a . who bas made large
investments . . , ■ Western . cattle ... . business.
in
^ theother d thftt the ori ® inal stock
of . cattle ... from . which the great herds , of -
°
to-day . have . . been for - the most part , . bred, .
was an inheritance . , .. from . the .. Spaniards, • i
„ He added ,, , “I ... out . , Wyoming tr
: was in re
^ where j met xhoraas St j
whos6 fatimate kllowled e ofthe cattle
, exceeds that o{
maQ m ^ We3t H<J told me that the
breeding , ■> of , ranch x cattle 4 ., , begun » by
was
the driving . from - rp Texas 18G8 and a suc
ceeding ,. into . . the to , the ..
years p ains
northward of e a part of the vast growth
of . cattle ,.. which . . , , had , there wild, ,
sprung up
watched 4 . , and , untamed . , during , . the ., war.
uu
These herds , , were all ,, of , Spanish c . x or Mex
. . T1 The meat . ,
ican origin. was coarse ana
the , animal full ofthewildnessofgener- r
ations . of ... the untamed . , ancestors. , Ihese
cattle .. . have been . improved , as the cattle
_ business has , , by the importation . ...
grown
of breed in g animals from Missouri, Iowa,
Kentucky and in some instance8
{rom Ncw York and EuropP . In i 888
tbe ranchmen of Wyoming alone paid
QUt over a m tni 0 n dollars for breeding
aaimaK The genera! idea of the public
j (hat all a ranchman has t0 do is to turn
his cattle loose on the plains, round them
up once a year and kill off the fat ones,
! is quite ridiculous. The cattle business
| requires capital, labor and attention nc
i less imperative than any other branch ol
industry .”—New York Tribune.
Kept Waiting.
Your resturant gives a man a good
appetite.”
“Glad to hear yon say 30 .”
“Makes a man hungry to come in
1
j here.
; “You flatter me.”
“When I came in here, I don’t have 0
bit of “Pl^te, but before I go out I am
hungry as a bear.”
Why, how’s that?”
“Have to wait so long after giving my
order to the waiter I nearly starve to
death .”—Lynn Union.
A Funny Sto y.
“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed D irnlev as he
finished a long chestnut. “Capital story,
eh, Featherly?”
“Yes,” replied Featherly, “it’s good
overtime, Dutnley; good every time. >*