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At Snnsot Time,
On toward the west the passing day,
As tho’ reluctant seeming,
Soft stole to where the flame-clouds laj
To w here the sun hung beaming.
And yet she seemed full loth to go,
E’en tho’ the world was shadowed so,
But looked back o’er the dimpled hill
To where the world lay dim and still,—
To where the world lay dreaming.
At sunset time we steal away
To where the sky is gleaming;
To where the light that marks the day
Is all our heaven seaming.
And yet we seem full loth to go,
E’en tho’ the world is shadowed so.
But look back, with regretful eyes,
To where the world in twihght lies,—
To where the world is dreaming.
Julie M. Lij pmann iu Overland.
The School Ma’am’s Victory.
The school directors of District No.
19, Perry Township, were holding a
meeting.
Nobody would have thought it. The
Chairman was leaning against his front
gato with his checked shirt sleeves
turned back and an ax in his hand, sur¬
veying the other two members of the
Board, who stood outside the fence.
It wai a meeting, nevertheless; and
its object was nothing less important
than the selection of a teacher for the fall
term.
“Lyman Doty spoke to mo about
having tho school,” said the Chair, du¬
biously.
“Lyman Doty!” exclaimed Steve Ten¬
ney, a stalwart young fellow, with thick
brown hair, white teeth and a square
chin to make up for his lack of down¬
right good looks, 4 * Why Lyme Doty
couldn't teach a baby. Ho quit school
before I did, long enough, and he
hasn't studioi anything but potatoes
and winter wheat since, that I know of.
Better stick to his farm—eh, Larkin? ’
“Guess you're right,” responded the
third member of tho Board, a little man
with a cheerful face and a tuft of gray
hair sticking straight out from his chin.
And the chairman nodded his agree¬
ment.
“Well,” continued little Mr. Larkin,
with an air of importance, ‘Tve had an
application that I guess will suit. It's
asort of relative of my wife's, and just
as nice a girl ai ever was. Smart, too.
She's got a certificate for two years,
last examination. She’d make a splen¬
did teacher, Molly Sanborn would.”
“Saubornl'’ said Steve Tenny, short¬
ly; “any connection with the Sanborns
over on tho river?”
“That’s where she’s from, said Mr.
Laikin. “She’s old John Sanboru’s
gir!—him that died last winter.”
Steve frowned.
‘You won’t put her into that school,
then, with my consent!” he said dc
terminediy.
* What!” said Mr. Larkin, with a
gasp, while the chairman stared.
“What would you think,” tho young
man responded, “ii a man sold youfilty
head ol sheep at a good price, and half
of them died off in tho next week cf a
disease he must have known beforehand?
That was the trick John Sanborn
served me. And he laughed in my
face when I wanted my money back.
No, sir! I can’t conscientiously con¬
sent to putting any of tho Sanborns in
that school. Bad lot, in my opinion!”
Mr. Larkin’s small bright eyes
snapped. straight,
“Old Sanborn wasn't too
and everybody knows it, n ho admitted.
“But what that’s got to do with Molly
is more than I can see. She’s as fine a
girl you ever set eyes on; not a bit
as
of h n r fathor about her.”
“Well, well, fight it cut between
you,” said the chairman, good-naturel
l y . an d returued to his wood chopping.
Tho tall young man and ths little
old man walked up the street together,
talking briskly. indignant;
Mr. Larkin was hot and
Steve was cool and immovable.
“There don’t seem to bo any mercy
In you,’’said tho former, almost tear¬
fully, Steve was preparing to turn in
as
his gate, “If they’d been left well
at they
off, it would be different; but re
as poverty, and Me'.lj D * ed * 1 e
poor way.”
place the worst said
“You hadn't men tionsd that,”
the man, turning book. ••it
young
that’s tho case-■” triumphant
Mr. Larkin walked away
five minutes later. surrendered
But Steve Tenney had
with bad grace.
“I couldn’t hold out after that, you
” he said to his mother, relating the
see I don’t ap¬
story over their tea; “but
prove of it. There’s not much good in
the Sanborns or I lose my guess 1
School bogan two weeks later, w en
the first cool wavo was depoj ulatmg
front porches and increasing r the attrac
tion near kitchen stoves.
Steve Teuney held to his opinion con- and
csri.ing the new school teacher
acted accordingly. schoolhouse
Ha did not call at the
day, was his custom, to
the first as anything
leave tho register and see if
wanti d—'-he chairman having
was his younger
turned these duties over to
colleague. boy, and
He seat the register by a whether
utterly indifferent as to
was Ho turned the
anything was wanted.
when the new teacher was men-
COVING TON . GEORGIA, TUESDAY, AUGUST
timed; and he avoided Mr. XarKin’s
comfortable home, wharo tha teacher
boarded.
The little mas made him a call, how¬
ever, a month or so after school had be
gun.
“Guess you’ll have to own up to be
ing in the wron o» Steve,” ho began.
i i We haint had a teacher for years that’s
given the satisfaction that Molly does.
The children rave about her—all of
’em. >>
But Steve was unimpressod.
My opinion has yet to be altered,”
he said rather stiffly.
And Mr. Larkin looked discouraged.
4 4 She spoke about needing a new
broom and water pail, he said as ho
rose. “I told her she’d better come to
you about it.
4 i That schoolhouse had a new broom
last term, and water pail term before
last!” said the young director emphati¬
cally.
And Mr, Larkin took a discomfited
leave.
The next Sunday evening the young
man, sitting in tho pew of a small
wooden church with his mother, and al¬
lowing his eyes to rove about during the
rather long sermon, suddenly discovered
a new face, and gat studying it for tho
remainder of the evening.
It was that of a young girl—not a re¬
markably pretty girl, but fair and fresh
and innocent, with a bright intelligence
in her dark eyes and a sweetness in her
full lips.
“Who is she?” was the first question
after the services were concluded ad¬
dressed, as it happened, to little Mr.
Larkin, who had come in late.
That?” the latter asked in astonish
ment. Why, that's our teacher—
that’s Mollie San born 1 I am waiting to
take them homo.”
Steve Tenney found himself wishing
quite frequently after that that the new
teacher would como to him about the
broom and water paih
Not that he should furnish them if ho
found that they were not needed, but he
felt that he should not object to an in¬
terview with the school teacher.
He even mentioned the subject to Mr.
Larkin carelessly when he met him one
day.
“Well, ycu sec,” was tho response,
“she sort of hates to como to you. Tho
way you felt about her having the
school has got all around town, and I
s pose she’s heard of it. Sho can't help
what her father was, Molly can’t, and
she’s real sensitive. ”
Tho young man looked disturbed.
That afternoon he leit his work at an
carly hour—not, however, admitting to
himself his purpose in doing so—and
strolled down the street, turning off—
but he persuaded himself that it was
not intentional—in the direction of the
school house.
“I might as well go in and seo about
that broom and water pail,” he said to
himself when he sto d opposite the
little bare-looking building.
And he went in accordingly.
Tho little teacher looked considerably
startled when she opened the door to
him. Sho dropped tho spelling book
9 he held, and her voice was hardly
steady as she expressed her gratification
at seeing him.
Evidently, Steve reflected, some idiot
had pointed him out to her at church
tho other evening. He sat down In a
front seat feeling unpleasantly ogreish.
Sho was hearing tho last spelling
class. How pretty sho looked, standing
there in her blue calico dress and white
apron. What a sweet voice sho had.
though putting out “hen, men, pen,’’
to a lot of fidgeting youngsters could
hardly show it to the best advantage.
When tho class was dismissed, and
the last small stulent had rushed
whooping down the street, the teacher
and the young director stood looking at
each other with some awkwardness.
“I thought I’d come in,” said Steve at
last, apologetically, “and seo if any
thing is needed."
He did not mention tho fact of his
being some six weeks late in the per¬
formance of hi3 duty.
The girl dropped her eyes timidly.
“I_don't think so," she murmured.
“What a brute she must think me!”
Stcvo reflected, with somo self-disgust.
He turned carelessly to the corner
where the broom stood.
“Isn’t this pretty far gone?” he said,
with a conscience-stricken glance at its
stubby end.
And the littlo teacher nodded.
“Your water pail seems to leak, •> the
director went on, indicating the empty
bucket and the wet floor.
“Yes, the girl assontod.
“I'll see that you havo new ones, it
Stove concluded.
And he was rewarded by a grateful
2 lance from tho teacher’s soft eyes as
she took her hat trom its nail.
He took her lunch basket from her
hand as they started away together, and
having taken it, could hardly surrender
it short of Larkin’s gate.
Re wa 3 a littlo reluctant to surrender
it even then. For their first awawnrd
p.ess had quite worn off; their walk had
been far from unpleasant, and they
were feeling very well acquainted.
Ho walked home in an agreeable ab¬
sorption, repeating to himself the things
t'SEriT"* ““
He did not pauso to consider that it
was old John Sanborn’s daughter ol
whom he was thinking; ha was only
conscious that she was a bright young
girl, whom it was charming to look at
and listen to.
His pleasant mood was rudely inter¬
rupted by little Larkin, who dropped
iu that evening.
“Lyme Doty couldn’t have tha
school,” ho observed, with a chuckle,”
< < out it looks as though he was going
to have the teacher I i >
‘‘■What? ’said Steve, with a sudden
uuexpiaiaablo sinking of the heart.
“He’s hanging around considerable,
anyhow,” said Mr. Larkin. “Went
to visit the school last week and he
was asking me today whether Molly's
got anyway of getting homo Friday
night. He said he’d just as lief take
her in his buggy as not, Molly gener¬
ally walks; but I guess shall bo glad
of a lift.”
i ( You don’t mean to toll me,” said
Steve, warmly, “that she’d have any¬
thing to do with him? ?!
Mr. Larkin stared. What could
Steve care with whom old John San
born’s daughter had to do?
But ho only said, deprocatingly :
It Well, Lyme's a good steady iellow. ?»
der. u Humph l” was tha scornful rejoin
The young man mused long and se¬
riously when his visitor was gone, anu
went to bed with a lighter heart, hav¬
ing como to a firm conclusion.
When the new teacher closed school
the next Friday night sho was feeling
rather worn out, as sho was apt to fee;
at the end of tho woek; nor did the
prospect of tho four milos’ walk home
serve to cheer hor.
She locked the door and started down
tho path with a sigh.
A neat little buggy was coming
briskly up tho road. Molly gave a start
as the driver pulled up tha horse and
sprung to the ground.
Jt was tlie young director, and he was
coming toward her.
“I won’t make any excuse, Miss San¬
born,” ho said, with a humorous solem¬
nity. “I won’t say I’m going over the
riveron burin ess, and happened to think
you might like to ride. The truth is
that it's a carefully laid plot. Wifi ycu
be an aider and abettor?”
The little teacher laughed apprecia¬
tively as ho helped her iuto tho Luggy.
“1 must stop at Mr. Larkin’s and
leave my dinner pail,” sho said de
murely.
Mr. Larkin was standing at the front
gate. Ho stood staring at tho young
director as the latter assisted the teach,
er to the ground and sat down on tho
horse block waiting for her.
“Lyme Doty was here after Molly,
just now," he said gaspingly, “I sent
him down to tho school house.
“We met him," sail Steve. “You
see, he added, making a bold attempt
at carolessness, but speaking neverthe
less, in a shamefaced way, and avoid¬
ing the little man’s eyes. “You see, I
feel as though it’s my bounden duty to
keep Lvme Doty away from her. Puro
impudence, his hanging around her that
way. teacher tripping back
Tho little came
and the young director’s buggy
whirled away in a cloud of dust.
“Steve Tenney’s taking Molly home
in his buggy,” said Mr. Larkin, joining
his wile in the kitchen, and sinking
dazedly into a chair. “I guess the
world's coming to an end!"
“Stcvo Tenney ain’t a fool,” his wifo
responded practically, “I knew he’d
gat over that ridiculous notion of his—
and especially alter he'd seen Molly."
“Says he’s doing it from a sense ol
duty,” said Larkin, chuckling slowly as
tho humor of the situation dawned upon
him. 4 . Wonder how far his sense of
duty will take him?”
“I shouldn’t be surprised at any
thingl ’ said Mrs. Larkin mys
tcriously. Larkins—and, perhaps, Lyme
The
Doty—were the only people who were
sur prised when the new teacher gave up
the school at tho end of tho term and
was quietly married to the young di
rector.
The chairman of tho School Board ii
wondering over It yet.—[Hartford
Times.
An Attorney’s Ruse.
“How much will you give me for this
atlas of tlrii city?” asked a Buff do at
torney as ho walked into a second-hand
book store and handed tha owner th*
book named. “’Taia't worth much. II
answered the dealer, as ho turned ovei
tho leaves with an air of assumed indif
ferenc'. “Thcro’s no demand for ’em.
I bought one last evening and it s out
side now. There’s no demand for ’em
at all, and I shall think it is a goo! sale
if I get $1 for the one I have now.”
“All right, here’s your gool sale. Thii
is the ono you had outside,” gaylj
answered the lawyer, as ho threw down
a silver dollar and skipped out of tin
store before tho disconcerted proprietor
could interpose an objection, “I had
been hunting for thtt atlas for monthi
and wiuld have given $15 rather th&r
not got it," remarked the attorney as hi
gleefully exhibited his purchase.—[Buf¬
falo Express.
TRAINING ANIMALS.
Qualities Requisite in Training
Dumb Brutes.
Vcrobatic Dogs, Bibulous Coats
and Singing Geese.
curing tho recent dog show, says the
Washington Star, a troupo of perform¬
ing dogs attracted much attention.
Professor J. W. Hampton, tha owner
and trainer of tho performing dogs,
when questioned by the reporter about
his dogs and his method of training
them, said: “This business of mino is
one of tho most interesting in the
world. Few are in it, for tho simple
reason that few people possess the
knack of imparting knowledge to dumb
animals. Some folks might try to train
a dog forever and accomplish nothing.”
“What qualities must a man possess
in order to bo a good trainer?” oskod
the reporter.
“In the first place,” said tho Profes¬
sor, “much decision of character, a
strong will-power, and a cheerful,
pleasant voice. Of all things the will
plays the most important part It is
by its use that animals may be most
easily trained.”
“How do you commence to train ani¬
mals? ’ asked the reporter.
“Taking a dog a year old, for in¬
stance, I first teach him to mind. This
might tako six and even ten lessons,
but don’t start out to train a dog before
you teach him to mind you. After ho
understands you are his master and
must be obeyod, commence to teach him
to sit up. Hold him in tho correct po
sition against the wall, show him what
you wn t done, and concentrate your
mine upon Ms doing it. When he has
learne.. to sit Jp, try him standing on
liis hinu This will come very
easily to him. Then comes the waltz,
you'll find that very hard, but persever¬
ance and judicious training will accom¬
plish even that. Teaching him to jump
is the next thing and supplement this
with leaping, if he be alargedog. Now,
there are a groat many people, con¬
tinued the professor, who try to teach a
dog to jump by holding a piece of meat
on the other side of a cane and bidding
the dog to get it. That's wrong and
will ruin a good dog in a little while.
If you want to train a dog to jump,
show him what you want him to do, and
byalittlo patience you will see him
perform the trick with ease and pleas¬
ure. When a dog goes through his
part of the programme in a sluggish
manner it is only a question of a few
days when he will shirk it altogether.”
“You train monkeys also,don’t you?”
asked the report jr.
“Yes,” said the Professor, “monkeys,
geese, cats, goats, dogs, rats—in fact, I
can teach almost everything. >»
“How about monkeys; are they hard
to train ?”
“Wefi, yes. There are a groat many
people who think that monkeys are very
easy to traiD, but that is a mistake.
They wifi probably do what you want
them two or three times all right, but
they soon forget. These monkeys, II
continued tho Professor, i • uro great
drunkards. This one. ?! pointing to a
wee bit of one clinging to the clown
dog’s tail, “is drunk even now.”
The reporter looked, and sure enough
the little fellow had a strange glare in
his eyes, and was trying his best to dis¬
locate the chain that bound him to the
box.
“But the greatest drunkards in the
animal world,” said tho Professor, “are
goats. I have one that it a very good
performer, knowing how to count,stand
up, jump through fire and do many
other tricks, but he knows how to drink
beer better than anything. But come
this way and I wifi show you the great¬
est trained animal ever known.
The 8tar man followed and in a pri¬
vate room saw a full grown goose strid¬
ing around. The Professor Was greeted
with a series of di-cordant cries, The
goose was once a wild ono and shot in
Canada. The Professor passing bought
her and took her to tho theatre where
he was giving an exhibition, It was
here the thought of training hor first
presented itself and in less than six
weeks, old “Moutry”—that’s her name
—could count, add, subtract, multiply,
divide, tell the day of the week, hour,
In fact, could do almost anything with
figures.
a Her greatest act," said the Profes¬
sor, “is singing. I claim that this goose
can sing a song, giving the proper pitch
and I'll prove it."
Taking the goose he placed him upon
a small stool and gave the key. In
stant'.y the gooso threw up her head and
quacked out the air of “Over the Fence
Is Out. »> There was a cat that followed
tho gooso all around the rt>om and when
tho reporter inquired about her accom¬
plishments,the Professor said:
4 , I’m just training her. I am going
to try to teach her to sing, and then by
a few additions have a chorus of ani
mals. Any one,” said the Professor,
“can train a dog—that is, to a certain
extent.”
‘•How?” queried the scrib;.
4 4 Procure your dog. If possible, pick
out one that in your judgment is Intel-
VOL. XIV. NO. 39.
You cam easily do this by look
him in the eyes, Teach him, as I
told you, to know and realize that
are his master and must be obeyed.
rest will follow. Don’t whip him
he deserves it, and don’t speak
and, above all, don't over¬
him. The best of dogs have becu
this way.
The Human Heart.
In the human subject the average
of tho cardiac pulsation of an
male is about 70 beats per minute.
beats are moro frequent, as a
in young children and women, and
are variations within certain limits
particular persons owing to peculiari¬
of organiza.ion. It would not
bo an abnormal sign to find
some particular individuals tho habit¬
frequency of tho heart’s action from
to 68 or 75 to 80 per minute. As a
the heart’s action is slower and
powerful in fully developed and
organizations and more rapid
fsebler in those of slighter form.
animals the range is from 25 to 45 in
cold-bloodod and 50 upward in the
animalq oxcept in the caso
a horse, which has a very slow heart
40 strokes a minute, Tho
of men and all animals differ
the sea level al-o. The work of a
human heart has been shown to
the feat of raising five tons four
one foot per hour, or
tons iu 24 hours. The excess of
work undor alcohol in varying
is often very great. A curious
has been made by Dr. Rich¬
giving tho work of tho heart in
Presuming that the h ood was
out of the heart at each pulsa¬
in the proportion of 69 strokes per
and at tho assumed force ofnino
the mileage of the blood through
body might be taken at 207 yards
minute, seven miles per hour, 108
day, 61,320 miles per year, or 5,
miles in a lifetime of 84 years.
number of beats of tho heart in tho
long life would reach tho grand
of 2,809,766,000. — [Medical
Prosperous Colored Men.
There are probably over 100 colored
in Washington who aro worth over
$25,000 each, fifty worth $ip,000 enth
and nearly 1000 who paytaxjson $5000.
George W. Williams, cx-membor of tha
Ohio Assembly, and author of a history
of the colored race, is said to bo worth
$40,000. Fred Douglas has $300,000.
John F. Cooke, until recontly tax col¬
lector of tho District of Columbia, him¬
self pays taxes now oa $259,000. John
M. Langston, formerly United States
Minister to Hayti, i3 reputed to be
worth $75,000. John Lynch of Missis¬
sippi, who was the temporary chairman
of tho Chicago Convention in 1884, is
very woalthy and owns a fine planta¬
tion in Mississippi. Ex-Congressman
Smalls, who is now contesting the seat
occupied by Colonel Elliott, has also ac¬
cumulated quite a fortune. Dr. Gloster,
who died a few years ago, left $1,000,
000; the wealth of his son-in-law was
estimated at $150,000. John X. Lewis,
of Boston, makes tha clothes of tha
Beacon Hill dudes and does a yearly
business, it is said, of over a million
dollars. He was once a slave, and
ragged and bare-footed, followed Sher¬
man and his troops in their march to
the sea. Cincinnati has a colored fur
nituredealer whose check is good any
day for $25,000, although thirty years
ago he was a Kentucky slave. The
lato Robert Gordon, of Cincinnati,
owned a large numbor of four-story
re ilences at the time of his death.—
[New York Tribune.
How a Barber Lost a Finger.
Tli8 only curious episodo that I now
think of that ever occurred in my own
dealings with a barber came about
through my observing that the knight
of the razor who was at work oa mo had
lost tho index finger on his right hand.
I could not help admiring the dexterity
with which ho handled the tools of his
trade despite the loss, and, observing
my attention directed to his mutilated
hand, he vouchsafed an explanation.
“I cut that off.” ho said.
“How, by accident?”
“No, I meant to. It is the trigger
finger. I was drafted into the army and
cut it off to avoid tho service. It didn’t
work though. Tho trick had been
tried 2oo often. They took to training
men to use the second finger. Some of
them cut that off too, but I couldn’t
spare another, so I ran away and came
to America. Na, I don't miss it now
much, and I don’t care if lean t go
back. This is a pretty good place and
the work isn’t hard. Thank you, sir.
Nextl—(Worcester Spy.
A Boctor’s Odd Cane.
Tho latest style of cano is owned by a
Portland physician who uses it for three
purposes—as a cane, as a protector and
for professional purposes, It consists of
a bamboo rod into which fits a steel re¬
ceptacle, shaped liko half a tube in the
concave side of which are springs hold¬
ing in placo small vials of ammonia,
morphine and needles and surgeons’
thread, and. in fact, all antidotes and
surgical appliances necessary in cases
of emergency.
Origin of the Tidoa.
The moon, a lady robed In white
Rose o’er the bosom of the sea,
And whispered, “Take mel by thy might
Embrace me, seize me—set me free
From endless bondage to the nightl*
The brave sea rose to do her will
And tossed its pale arms high in air.
Its deeps responded with a thrill
That shook eai th’s coasts and islands fair;
Yet the pale maid rode higher stilh
The mad surge, wrestling with defeat;
Threw foamy kisses high—in vain.
At last it sighed: “Ahl lady sweet,
Thou art too great! but thou sbait reigr
My queen; my heart shall rise to greet
The daily dancing of thy feet.”
—[America,
HUMOROUS.
Down in the mouth—The tongue.
From pole to pole-—A clothesline.
A cool deed—Tho title to an ioe
house.
The right to pay taxes has never been
denied woman.
Tho dynamite gun may be said to
have several aims in life.
A yacht can stand a tack without
swearing. Few men can.
Two of a Kind: Teacher—“What is
the plural of child?” Boy (promptly)—
“Twins."
It is absurd to speak of the “foot¬
prints of time,’’ when it is well known
that time flics.
The preacher tells you that you
should marry for love, and yet he often
marries for money.
Advice to young ladies who are set¬
ting their caps: Use percussion cap3,
so that the “pop" may be hoard.
Some deem it quite an honor just to be
One of tbe “flrst settlers” in the town, .
The best flrst settler, though, it seems to me,
Is he that pays cash down.
Doctor—• Did you take the rhubarb
I ordered?’ Patient—“Yes, sir."
Doctor—“How did you take it?”
Patient— “In a pie. • I
Teacher—“Sammy, why do you
write your name S. Smith, Maicher?”
Sammy—“Why, ’caUie pa writes his J.
Smith, Junior. I was born in March.”
Teacher: “Supposing that eight of
you should together have 48 apples, 88
poaches, 50 plums and 16 melons, what
would each of you haveT” Tuplls (In
chorus): “Tho stoinacliacha. »»
“Is that all can give me ma’am, »>
you
pleaded the tramp—“a dipperful of
water?'' “Why, no, certainly not,” re¬
plied tho woman with tho big heart;
4 * you can havo as many dipperfuls a*
you like. 5)
He was mumbling about tough steak
and cold coffee, and making himself
generally disagreeable, 4 4 Don’t growl
so over your breakfast, John, said hit
wife, 4 4 nobody is going to take it away
from you.”
Tho Bishop of London has risen to ba
a wit. As he was taking leave of a
parishioner with a very large family,
tho lady bbII: “But you haven’t seen my
last baby, M “No," he quickly replied,
4 4 and I never expect tol”
The Light of the Futuro
The primary fault of all our lights,
electric light inclu led, is that there ii
so great a waste of energy in tho form
of heat. The glow-worm, the firefly,
and a multitulo of other animals show
that light may bo obtained without
any more heat than that of the animal
body, and without any such danger ai
that so terribly displayed in the burn
ing of theatre'. Radzbzowski found that
animal light is duo to tho oxidation of
two kinds of organic matter, one con.
taining hydrocarbon and tho othei
aldehydes, or something yielding al¬
dehydes when treated with alkalis.
The isolation of thrso compounds is
but another step, and their application,
both of them being steps that are but
small compared with many that
have been made ia tha chemistry of
thU generation, All oar existing arti
ficial lights have another common
fault. They are concentrated forci of
glare. But for its cost the best of all
is the wax or paraffin candle, A room
tighted with 20 candles, well distribut¬
ed, is incomparably better lighted than
by one 20-cindle gas light or electric
light; with the luminous upholstery I
suggeste d tho diffusion wcu’d be still
more complete than with tho candles.
it would correspond as nearly as possi¬
ble to diffused daylight, and might be
made to produce most charmingly ar¬
tistic effects. —[Geutleman’s Magazine.
quizzing a Country Boy.
“Country boys are not such squash
heads as they sometimes look, said tha
sociable drummer at the Broezel House.
“One day last week I was out riding
with a fellow who seemed to think it
his mission to say or do something smart
every minute. Presently we overtook a
barefoot urchin driving a cow home
from pasture, and my companion reined
up the horse and spoke to him, saying;
‘Say, my little man, what time wiil it
be at 6 o’clock this afternoon?’ With¬
out a moment’s hesitation the lad
answered: “Twill ba bedtime for hens
and fools. Your not a hen, hut ’twill
be your bedtime all the same, » »> —[BuN
falo Express.