The Covington star. (Covington, Ga.) 1874-1902, December 05, 1893, Image 1

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Newspaper Page Textrn T i E 7 u ^ I v / r T 1 rn STAR v W. ANDERSON. Editor and Proprietor, rail of England and Scot The "’ 9 !' 8 B i„ ree b r revenue from d derive „ a n from jeir 1 e i r goods than ° , taffic. The Dansv -iHe (N. Y.) Breeze sagelj ^serves: “You may think you are business, but you are only niali oing it- lllte a child makin - / jit s bluff at lib ,ud pies, unless you advertise tally.” Southern Pacific Railroad, it is The to the conclusion sported, has come !iit is useless to attempt freight to prevent trains, amps from riding on they id has decided that hereafter ,ay rife free. ___ The full oenen erruxe 1 uiuo a i Court of Massachusetts has just jaded that a man is justified in pre snting a dog fight, and that if in do g such a thing he gets bitten the raer of tho offending dog must re ond in damages if called upon to dc , i We didn’t raise quite so much po Itoes this year as last,” annouaces |e St. Louis Republic, . t but there The 111 be enough to go around. jtsl yield is estimated to lie about 18.000,000 bushels. At sixty cents a Ishel, L the estimated average price, crop is worth nearly $80,000,000. !hev say that Indians have a great ise of humor, and they laugh and te among themselves quite as much white men do; yet, marvels the hr York Independent, they see noth k funny in the names which they givt. I their children. Bishop) Walker telh >w ho baptized a little girl of the ime of Mary Mercy Rattles-his-Taii t-ihe-Gronnd. Probably her fathei Id worn a rattlesnake’s skin as an or bent. IChamois skin is one of the many pugs seldom met with save by proxy. Fifly all of the chamois skin in this prk is made of sheep skin or goat pa from England aud France. A bier in these substitutes declares pt I- a omr single year importing an uie tint- house cuamoTs could in in that Switzerland produces in ten Ill’S. The genuine article fetches [ally Ibstitutes. three times the price of the [Very few people know anything oat the Indians in western North krolina—the Cherokees. There aro 00 of them, and they aro increasing 1 numbers. They own 73,003 acres [land, and very fine land it is. Their lief is Stilwell Sounooke. He cannot leak English at all. There are some It’.ve preachers and four schools, the Ivernment maintaining the latter. Pf re are other Cherokees, but these p e not included in the 1200, us they ye elsewhere than on the reservation. The pet name is disappearing lom the face of the earth, In a large ptel last summer, where there were a kge number of children, there were [aniels, Samuels, Marthas and Etnol es > without one “ie” in them all. P antiquated titles of the first half |S the century are resurrected again f in this case, and no attempt is made r sof ten them. The Eloise and Leilas N Mauds aro likewise dying out. It u °t he long at this rate, predicts r Chicago. Herald, before one can tell I b: ly s age by the name he bears, pT Belong so completely to periods. 8ays a writer in Hardware: “1 tr.nk it would surprise the American lanu.acturer to look through the loadoa city directory aud see the ' enrolled there of Americau tms "'ho are represented here, The 'iglbhtnan, I fancy, is the most COU srvative man on earth; however, they fre gradually realizing that America 6 already king in much which she Woduces; and we believe, although Murss ^ey would not o.vn it, that lgit do,v ' 11 ia the bottom of their le »rts they see the time i coming and is ° l ‘ ar distant when America, from a °-nmereial standpoint, will be the all "preme power on earth.” ^ is now °n the cards that 'ST Astor" may s °B e a problem which has his uipecunious inventors. He has n empi oy electric i an *. • i[ engineer who na n probably , ChamberJain. no peer in this country,Mr. Mr f -Aster Rumor states that has placed his bank a’-ount |tMr. fchKiZ Chain ,*T ixpi-u- V • Sm Wlth n ° ’ ^ sulk asto outlay, providing re - aa attamei. ^ The first priu -‘Pie has bei n established Electricity • aa generate a ’ 1 power sufficient to drive ve: ’ e l through the i names water. The river above London ; thick e ectrie launches. What remains to ivered, t mrefore, is merely it i power alrAudv lic¬ u.f the IS 14 1 year eu to Meaiaships may have come ago of electric ships LOST YOUTH. sin *< lil1 (| ie glud world wakeagaln, ! The sweet, glad world oflong ago, Where the sunbeams slid athwart the rain And wild winds set the seas aglow; Sing the old songs that held the ways I Enraptured in the vanished days. Sing, so perchance the swans may glide O’er theirwhlte shadows, as of yore, iud far along the brown hill side The purple heather glow once more; Sing, for the heaven is dim and strange, And all the earth has suffered change. Alas, no song hath now the art From out the dead past to recall The joy of ear and eye and heart That made our lost world’s coronal Phesweetest song man ever sung Hath not the power to make us young. —r»Ko veers’s Journal* MY LAST PROPOSAL. HAD male other ; 4 declarations of love, 5 all of them nnsuc pi v: i cessful. I was glad to think, and yet m here I was at forty m — between well, let thirty us say and •-iSv- • cr forty—shivering r. on IJ l S the brink of another il proposal. I had ■ia : l| just come in home King’s to my rooms Bench Walk after lores. Of dining at the Barn-1 course, I had met Mrs. Winterton there; of course I had taken her into dinner—the world we both lived in was always bringing us together in that sort" of way—and equally, of course, I was soon dream ing over the fire of her slim, dainty IbS S«»rc, mh., black silt .l~y. liked ,h 8 Kate, I thought; it era, homely, comfortable, I and yet not commonplace. , Yes, it would do very well. Neither had I any narrow-minded aversion to widows. I felt that if Mrs. Winterton, who had tried the holy estate of mat rimony once, cared to try it again, it was scarcely for me, who had no ex perience, to raise objections. I had always regarded Weller, the elder, as a dull man of very blunted sentiments, who somewhat deserved his fate. The exigencies of his profession, too, were not calculated to promote connubial bliss. In legal slang, his case was not I . on all fours” with mine, and I knew that Mrs. Winterton and I could easily call the Wellerian wish to? These were the questions troubling my mmd at this moment. I was too old to pretend to a mad, despairing P passion. Kate was too sea sible. But we were both almost alone in the world and this, I think, had brought us closer together and made us rather like old friends than new a, word called up a host of memories. had proposed before this, I Began to recollect, and had been rejected. W ell, 1 things might have been worse might have been accepted, and then I never should have seen Kate. I shut my eyes and traveled in memory through strange scenes of the past. I was at Lady Haberley’s standing m the large conservatory that leads out of the drawing-room—it must have been at least fifteen years ago with a tall girl of twenty-two. honest I could see ht>r brown, eyes and truthful face, framed in rudely curls, before me. Had she led me on, dangling about my quiet paths, oi had I rushed out of my native element at like a silly trout at a fly? Never now. I shall never forget her haughty indignation, her superb astonishment. aud she was only an earls grand daughter. I don’t think I ever had a j pedigree, and I know I cut a ver Y sorry figure on that occasion in con sequence. She married a wealthy American after that. I wonder what sort of a pedigree ho had! As for me I kept a lock of her hair aud urapp c it in a newspaper cutting two years after her marriage, when she was the heroine of some sad legal proceedings But it which many will remember. was a cruel, ugly way of keepni.-, relic, and I burned it long ago, Brighton glad to say. I saw her at quite recently. Her eyes were still brown and beautiful, still honest, per haps, to those who did no know her story. Why should I recall it? 1 es ’ cape*d. old memories and dreams were These by at na\ scattered into thin air a rap It outer door. I knew the knock. was Harold Etheridge’s. I saw a good deal of Harold at that time. < . I noticed your light, old fellow, dropped in. ” and just intrude, I said, for I “You don’t him in those davs^ W „ .-lad to see dreaming ‘Tve only been over the fire. Sit down and Rave a pipe 5 , T in>n in in half an hour. | Harold sat down opposite me on the i other side of the fireplace. Hfi was ! ten fifteen years younger than or looking, dashing, ; was and a fine face and 1 straightforward man, Both in There never was such « ma uner. loosing e ow ! open-hearted, honest I Bad ! as Harold, to all appearance. and the | nicknamed him “The Saxon stuck to him, for it was a I name He always talking propriate. was Ut | marrying for money or g°‘ n S of^escape ° | the Cape as the on Y means j from bankruptcy» off. thought him j was comfortably e he I of few lrieu is. w one my such man could beany j was, so far as a what there one’s friend. I don't know i small hours f the morning, 1 is in the o j whether sympathy is an or COVINGTON, GEORGIA, TUESDAY, DECEMBER 5 1893 , necessity to a lover, but in five min¬ utes we were talking of Kate Winter ton. she « l f is, ^ne Harold woman? I should think cried enthusiastically: “and a fine fortune, too.” “Bright, sweet-tempered, andpleas mg, if not pretty,” I added' coa tinuiug my description. “ w fiy. you might be in love with her, Penrose, to hear you talk.” It was very foolish of me, I know; but lovers are foolish, audit was early in the morning, and, of course, I did not know then that Harold was my rival. Had I suspected it I think 1 should have entered a nolle prosequi and dropped my suit, leaving him a clear field. After all, it was perhaps only a natural effect of my ailment that I should long to tell some one my secret, The glory of a secret lies in imparting _ it. Keeping a secret is very poor °! } fun, and the T morning—lffs We .»<* “* * ° oc m f sympathetic hour. I rose and stood 5y ID 0 ,T ( R arolcl ? ou . 0, 1 ,, d am , bov. 111 I T loTe ve something wit h Kate ’ ter 0n * ™, Q ^ , dropped . his , pipe, axo11 near v tt He gav e a lo ^istte and said noth m i r “? disappointed; I expected ®* was e°“ c °ff^ [ ] ra wishes—something. yUaLons, pleasant laughter— - lter a moment s silence, he said, iou haven’t actually , „ proposed, , eh? , „ Have vou? ’ - “No ! no! of course not. No one ’mows but you, and why the mischief I told you I don’t know',” I added test ily. His coolness irritated me. “By George! old fellow, I’m sure I wish you joy, Benedict Bedivivus.” He laughed heartily and shook me By , the hand. The Saxon was himself .g.m ».ul 6 oI. "M Harold " I .aid, “X hardly , «»» whether I .hall eye, tell h ? r j £ et me 8ee > tlu8 18 Monday , Tuesday morning, . you mean. „ “*«. yes. I shall not see her until «" nda y i 1 have a week before me yet. “Y ho T> S ire me 7 ora wishes on » unda y> lue better the day—you knov . I shook him by the hand ft S ain - He was not very enthusiastic, But he listened to my garrulous rav mgs, and that was all I wanted then, d y° un " a S a m> I continued, “and when I think of her loving face and sweet gray eyes—” | Gug! gug! gug! It was that con -1 founded lamp; out it went, and put a period to my rhapsody. f looped about, found a candle, and L ^ lu ‘ n „ ood nig * ht. Then I sought f (1v 0 ,i bvLht rea i dreams, I w th Ws eyes and silver r treble lan 0 h. wed iiJeTin thoL _ rev i e days. It was ^ and 1 hftd long ceased tube . ..jerked like a Trojan, but v the truth ( thollt lns intelligence; ’ w little jealous of my .. f were all a who P ; siti( n . For I was the “we” instructed hfc Darw i a science, and, Tennyson in the laws of metre tro * nized George Eliot. I was ad jtted too on all sides, that I was exoelle ’ nt at turning out those read M& reviewg that the publici enjoy, and that used to drive weak minded authors to car]y graves in my time. Nowaday weak minded authors are difficult to , (lrm>i m0 re’s the pity. I was writ 0 gomet Ring the next evening for Sat ’ 8 Slasher, when Harold came witb me rry on “Ho you want a subject for one real good things? he ’ \. Here is a ne w volume of poems_jus Qut . they are screamingly tunny. “Where did you get them. “ d fonnd them in a fellows looms and borrowed them for a xew day. No one knows,” he hastily added. , . He handed me a thin voluu , , t up iu white and go d Boudoir ^ lettered from in My Heart, by , cover> “ Sighs g app r. R 0 .” lady, ebe she’” Mode st young m - % „ est . e d the Saxon, quizzical rephed, senten , she ia a lady,’’ I ti()UB , wit h the air o! one who yf hand to jump i d ? ■ * too 0 a d^sions. this then, „ ^led Harold, Harold .. Llstea to snatchlng thebo ok from ading with very comi l ad(ire8sed to “My Hero, each o£ which ended thus. His locks are gold, 1 His looks are My h’ero! ‘ suits Peuros „ b a j d ’ «,j ust jon, You h«e , ^ b ir ^ fillished . H ectl d y0 ur looks are P e -. smUing aE published fi. I (1 ” “Who ’ Weil his vagaries. Ah, I » at through it, and if ^ jqj * “ ruK will come m useful. I’ve A ^ t ff it things here, dnU> solemn to ma ke fun of. ^ “Now, do write a good one. p^ specimen of youi cay enne a Croft h i papers, as ca it and keep } _ t0 phaU come in “ <His locks are , His looks are - struck an at i « ft8 ptheridge - . , thi laughing aloud at m high-spirited way, *na merryf the volume. 0 « leaving me fonn | 1 weak ad t sort he poems, of rubbish I «P^ t d , the . why out « Slasher, and X wantei iu <m Friday. 2:6 o | ]igbt for half » D“ . the ordinary kind of Biieeriug. review that the public chueiles over and enjoys. On Sunday morning I rose jrrly. I had not slept well— 1 do not Wish to pretend I had—neither did I eat c El good breakfast, but after it I walked toward Park Crescent, where Kate dwelt. I swung along with head erect, smiling ioa’ I knew pleasantly nofc what at the befajpe dUersbv, IVintertoT was me. Of course Mrs. was at home to me, just as she had [been for the last ten Sundays at this 4oi ur. No in one was there, and she wouldfbi e down a minute. Jane smiled fit me as usual, and remembered for I was a Jane very regularj visitor. Christmas boxes. hancL-Aiiiely in my r into I walked the boudoir, through the drawing room where I was priv ileged to enter, She would come there, I knew, A copy of the .Slasher was wondered on the table—cut", too, I noticed, if she had wasTcare read mv JVeil article on “5WoU ” It considered thing, thought I. She used often to say she could tell my hand at once. I Poor the Kate! lBj[jS saw moment she entered that hide something was amiss. Women can everything but tears— tell-tale tears. I remember hearing an i in can girl say she envied a baby wer of crying for an hour or two a-Jtttetn Prom ing up fresh at the end of view‘the th| bout. a feminine point of ac complishment acquiring. is undoubtedly! ‘V worth We tried to talk, bat it was a failure. I dare say I was nervous, but then so was Kate. She was quite distraite, and not in the least her own bright gel f. j versation, Instead of it our usual frank, opel con-I was the weather atklDis raeli’s last good thing. I was jtiater mined to break through her r Msrte. My eye caught the Slasher lyingopen ‘ 1 by h.r »i<Ie. V tan "Well, readies Mr,. the WiaW.oo, Sla.h.r ;.e,f M h„. I She darted a keen look at me, and with something of her old fire but with a trace of bitterness in ths laugh that accompanied her words, sue an swered “Oh, yes, I have read it.’ “Did you look at Bojnola?’ Xo, I only read one tiling, a short notice of some poems or some thing,” she said, taking up the paper and looking at it carelessly. I rose and seated myself on a chair slightly behind her. “lean show it to you , I said: ‘oighs from My Heart,”’ * “Did you write that review? she '"‘h wlrnDht “Yes, I wrote it. It’s smart, don’t think so?” ’’it is smart—'very smnr though she plied, after a pause, as were it all over again. look at. ‘Til lend you the book to I continued." “It’s the greatest trash y ™ coldly , Hisloo^are^ D, Ha. ha. , , ♦ My Rer shoul'-' bnth. full round der at tI D P .’. vvden ft eal R^rsery, blob - a , we used to I on the page in front sav went straight to other. T “" Vr myhear^ t han d m mine, I.may >g^ ^ kuees; 1 don - t ^ winterton—Kate!” I _ it? What is the matter? i meL Cftn < t bear to see you nn J How can I serve you? I came he ^ P 0 . dfty to te ll you-yes, indeed, t0 tell vou I love you !” Hhe tore her hand away from mine, and was speaking P to me from the other « j shalf kneeling q{ ^ roQm wa chair) i think, and rose slowly " ke. ass^l^ b Bpo Yoll! Why, you ^ indignantly, that! „ she cried, 1 intin g t o the wretched review, Then j X I looked at her in surprise. I gazed nxo as at R nice figure, quivering with in¬ at n e r ^ that— “Whr {l”l you—do you mean— J nuare e stammered, I You great^ ettt booby 1 Of course am Sa^h & ^ ^ , g eI her f?ot impatiently, . j m0 st laughing through her w . ftg a amazemen tears tears at at my my stupor P aud . look 8o tty . j never knew,” told I, Began, fee ,^ «y 0 u never me. fcourse I di.Jn’t-I should have told to-day. I only got‘h® first vou Mr. Etherbndge copv'on them.” Tuesday. likes tell so?” I shouted. _ . *‘Did he you did, and you can say “Of course he excited go you Un0 w. Don’t get and j please go on Say they are lovely . and all beauti ful, even souDstirring, do. They ^ regt of it . Praisexne up, they. works of genius, are not | are are worthy woja of bap^ » , ^ ^ b ite hon J st \vith vou ; they child. are rubbish gre^ rubbish ^ my prepared for thls . “ not ^ just know what to ^y. _ ^ ^ did prompted to ' f thing me Sand. toward her. She allows - “Kate,” I conaaued, . (<I iove you " well t° tell yx Tb „ v re too _dreadfuJ rubb^h. ima d i d no t rnbb i sh “Jf'“ knQW whose they need s R 0 wn them to me b ® n. I , ata never have ueea lie about too well B , f V q U a 11 ' love you •“Yes, I believe you, Mas her answer. I gathered the paper up and thrust it into the fire. Turning to her I took her hand onco more, and we stood by the mantel watching the paper burn¬ ing. “Etheridge gave me your book to review,” 1 said. Her hand tightened involuntarily upon mine. She was about to say something sharp but I cheeked her. i . He, too, loved yon,” I said, “and all is fair in love and war, they say. Never mind him. What about me? Am I forgiven? You are the only friend I have in the world. Is this trifle to part us?” She said not a word, but gazed in¬ tently at the fire. I . Kate, you heard what I said just now. I told you I loved you. Slay I come back when this is past and out of remembrance and say this to you again?” The ashes had whitened in the flames and were now burned into nothingness. She raised her head. “You may stay and say it now— my hero,” she whispered with a smile, and the least suspicion of a twinkle in her bright eye. It was thus I made my last proposal. Etheridge ha3 never offered his con¬ gratulations. —Waverjbr Magazine. Oddities Ud(m,eS of 0t T Eedwmtlon. ^ P % .‘‘Two funny things I remember,’ said a Treasury official to a writer fee Not r "fi long ago a.,-.) note came in . 9m l )il01 i A’ lu Minneapolis, . . together with afn IS sa % an “ aTlt saying that the ownerMad put it l “ a cigar box, where mice L' 1 - got at . nibbled it 11 ana ,1 ,‘ d SfcuTpTa with the' word «W” in letters cat out of the paper. But the alleged mice had .dmo'st ob Hterated the letters Sr IivnftWine- C around It « a for the mlee to behave) to say tho i eE8t of it. << In faet> wa felt coll fident that the thing was a rank fraud. So we got a detective of the secret service to look the matter up. He investigated the reported" case fnllv and, much to our surprise, that it was all right—in short, tTi^ the note had been submitted in faith. old “The owner, it appeared, was an German sailor of respectable char ac ; er _ Nevertheless, he would go on uig T I ^-m a KftI & gone ex Af Somebody had doubtless doubtless passed it off on him. n oti ced nothing w rong about which In kepf bird not only seed for ms his remry pet money, but also ca nary. Mice, attracted by the bird ^od, JrtiydestroTed visited the box the' and ino^dmttUy sailor forwarded He H^ handed h me a note which was a looking wreck . I said *° if railway train « < « Why, it looks as a had run over it!’ i . He replied: mistaken, mister. The it i You are wearing fact is that my wife has been that note in ber shoe all of this week in Washington.’ ’’—Washington Star. The Inventor oi the Baton. A Paris paper credits Lully with invented the conductor s baton, says that formerly time was marked hand or foot. Lully found it too fatiguing to stamp with his feet, and substituted a six-foot stick with which he struck ths floor. One day he had the misfortune to strike his foot with the stick, which produced a wound ot so severe a character as to result in the composer’s death. The truth of the whole matter is that Lully pos¬ sessed a fiery, ungovernable and instrumet- temper, and abused outrageously. his singers He alists most was one of the best violinists of his time, and it is said that the performers in the orchestra vexed him to such an extent that he would seize their instruments aud break them over their backs. It is related of him that during a re¬ hearsal of “Armida” he became so furious at a female singer named Rochois, wlio probably bad fainted, that he kicked her. The brutality of Lully resulted in his death, and on the 7th of January, 1867, during the re¬ hearsal of a Te Deurn which he had written in honor of the King s re¬ covery from a long illness, the com poser became so furious that with his walking cane he strucx the fi° or grea t violence. Accidentally he struc hig foot> which suffered a slight wound, Neglect resulted in blood poisoning, and the ae^ca! men of the wait d viged ampu tation-at first of the t and subsequently of the leg. ^ preferred to trust his case to a ^ h failed to cure 22d his patient, of March.—Stage and death land. rented on A Flower That Cliangen Its Colors. A flower lately discovered m the £ Isthmus ZornSg, of Tehuantepec is white in red at noon and blue at night, and is called the chameieoL flower in default of any botanic It is probably a species of the ^ The colors do not hibiscus mutabilis. shade the : pass abruptly from one to other, but change gradually from the white of the morning to he pmx and VOL XTX. NO. 39 BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM VARIOUS SOURCES. Room for Research—Friendship for Revenue Only—Well Said—Be¬ yond HIs Power—A Ques¬ tion of Fire, Etc., Etc. Philosophers, Take grant us a boon. something this fact and Rave to say on it: The less a piano’s in tune. The more some one’s anxious to play on it. —Washington Star. FBIENDSIHP FOR REVENUE ONLY. “Didn’t he prove to be your friend in times of adversity?” adversity.”— “Yes, in times of his Chicago Record. BEYOND HIS POWER. Mrs. Youngbusbaad—“You make light of everything I do. ” Younghusband—“You must except your tea-biscuit, my dear.”—Judge. WELL SAID. s She—“I suppose yon find me much changed after bo long an absence?” He—“Changed! Y'oii look exactly like your old self. ” - .. And both were pleased with the say ing. A QUESTION OF FIRE. “Is this building fire-proof v asked the man with blue glasses and a large gripsack. a Not if you’re a book agent,” re¬ plied the janitor, conclusively. — Wash¬ ington Star. the son’s view. Father—“You talk too much, my son. You shouldn’t do so. Aim rather to be a good listener.” Son—“That would be a rather thank¬ less role, papa, for listeners never heal any good of themselves.”—Washing¬ ton Star. THE WAY CLEAR. Fweddie—“What would you say il I should ask you for ten dollars?” Oholly— 1 Td say you must be broke, old fellow. “ Fweddie “Then I’ll ask you for a ten. I was afraid you’d say yon didn’t have it."—Truth. THEY UNDERSTOOD C 4 Mrs. Bordem,” said the up-stairs ( . this coffee is too weak uwiv. It was then that, amid a general ex¬ cited nudging aud signalling, the other boa rders passed the whisper, NOT~wrDESPBEAD.“ Binlcs—“How is that revoluion iu Cuba progressing?” reads the papers) i i It’s Jinks (who — all over.” t. You don’t say! What became ol the revolutionists?” believe. ». They were both caught, I Life. A SURER WAY. Store Proprietor — “Wliat meam this mob in the street? we must deal them out. , Clerk— * ‘Shall I send for the police indeed; ? Store Proprietor < ( No, have one of the men go out and take up a contribution.”—Boston Tran script. THE RESULT OF HIS EFFORT. Trivvet_“Do you remember Johs M. Bpil<ins, who went West to maker name for himself?” Dicer—“Yes.” Trivvet—“He succeeded. Dicer—“Ah?” rt . J. Trivvet— << Yes; his name now is _ Judge. _ Melancthon Spilkins. anticipated. it A well-bred Frenchman is nothing not polite. At a recent soiree the sub ject of ladies’ ages was being dis cussed. .. And how old should ^yon fine " . looking . . take --------' me to be?” queried . . ' ft ^ dame to a male acquaintance of i renefi birth. I cannot . “Pardon, Madame, but guess,” answered the gentleman. tell < « Then, Monsieur, I will you, said the lady, 1 1 Yesterday was mj and I just— »» birthday, am don’t look it, • . Indeed, interrupted but you the other witfc gallantly shrug. ’’—Boston Courier. tn eloquent HE ALWAYS ASKED <. why?” Once there was a boy who was never satisfied with the information given him. back to the in He always came former with a “Why?” told him to If his father or mother do anything his invariable reply war the same monosyllable followed by an interrogation point. him after The habit clung to even he grew up, and it is said when he stood before the clergyman to married and the minister asked, thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife?” the bridegroom “Why? startled everybody by asking, would You would* have thought this it have broken him of the habit; but didn’t. He kept on asking “Why? with a great deal of perseverance, until one day, a month or two ago, and then he o-ot‘broke of the habit for good. He was going along a street where a number of men were hoisting a safe to the fourth floor of an office building. He walked on the sidewalk beneath the hanging mass of metal A man called out to him iu a loud voice: of the quick !” _ j ■‘Get out wav, He stopped short aud said, inquir¬ ingly “Whv?” : fell . . At that moment the safe on No one answered his question. It wouldn’t have been any use. Puck. “THE GREAT COUNTRIES." Death, for all thy grasping stealth Thou dost convey Lands to us of broadest wealll. That stretch away Where the sunshine hath no fof Past the verge of our dark soil, Past the rim where clouds uncoil. Mourners, whom thino uvnrice dooms, Once gave a space In thy kingdom past the tombs, With open face Bee the smallness of our skies, Large, until a mortal dies And shrinks them to created size. O the freedom, that doth spread, When life Is shown The great countries that the dead Have open thrown; Where, at our best leisure, we With a spirit may walk free From terrestrial poverty. —Michael Field. Plffl AND POINT. It is surprising how some mean men get along. —Atchison Globe. The softest of snaps is the click of a well-filled pocketbook.—Puck. Downey is always borrowing trou ole. ” Tes; and I’ll bet four dollars he pays it back.” ‘About all the buried treasures most people have are the good resolutions they have put away. —Dallas News. When a man laughs ten times a day, ■fms! nine of the laughs were impired by something he said himself. —Atchison Grlobe. Teacher (hearing arithmetic class recite^—“Alike if you should nee seven birds on a tree, and should shoot three of thorn, how many birds would Mike—“Nary one, mum; rest o’ them would be afther flyin’ Courier. t . What ha3 become of the handsome young woman that used to be here?”" the regular customer at the lunch establishment. .“Which young woman?” asked the maiden behind the counter Tribune. (( I arn’t see why it takes Bertie so to learn to talk,” said tho young anxiously. “I spend hours every day trying to teach him. B’ess its ’ittle footsy-tootsies ! Doesn't muz zer doss do ever'sing she tan to det it to talky-walky ! Turn to its rnuzzer ! Popsy-wopsy donev duckums! Widdle come, biddlecome, fiddle-de-dee! Toz« its pitty 'ittle evoR now and g< '’body!” —Chicago ’Tribune. The Tower of Silence, The Par sees will not burn or burv y suffer wiLiAiuu* i •» — their , elements. They therefore expose corpses to vultures, a method revolt¬ ing, perliajis, to the imagination, buf one which commends itself to all those who are acquainted therewith. And, all, one sees nothing but tht white-robed procession (white mourning among the Parsees) fol the bier to the Tower of Si At the entrance they look their last on the dead, and the corpse bear ers—a caste of such—carry it within the precincts and lay it down, to be finally disposed of by the vultures which crowd the tower. And why should the swoop of a flock of white birds be more revolting than what happens in the grave? days after, Meanwhile, and for three the priests say constant prayers for the departed, for his soul is supposed not to leave the world till the fourth day after death. On the fourth day there is the Uthanna ceremony, when large sums of money are given away in memory of the departed. The lil¬ U j-/Ty in use in a series ies of ot funeral lunerai ser- ser ^roaster. Of superstitions, the Parsees have had more than they retain. Connect ed with burial is the popular dog’s concep tion |^ as ^ " ^£ to the efficacy of a gaze r d Dogs are sacred, and Bunuosed to guide the souls of the ^ ^ beaveD) and to ward off to lead evil spirits; hence it is customary ^ ^ ()g j u t Q the chamber of death, that Re may look at the corpse before it is no uit*j — — —The Nineteenth the — Tower, !arr i ed to Century. Care ol the Scalp. The right sort of a hairbrush used on the scalp two or three times a day will remove every perceptible trace oi dandruff. The scalp needs care, ana to reach it the hair should be cut with the comb at intervals of extremeprox ; m jty, so as to bristle every portion ol lhe ’ skm aud brush away the scart. The only brush that will go through lhick bair j s the metal woven brush, whicR, however, is not to be reoom mended unless the desire is to prorluc* ba i dne8S What is known in trade a . best, ol khe barber brushes are the w Ri c h the unbleached and undyed boar ? s br i s tle is first choice It i s a mistake to buy a black brush, Even i{ t he bristles are not dyed tR« 30 j or conceals the dirt, asid a <. ir j brus R w iH not clean the head; if the bristle8 are dyed they will have los 6ome of t R e ir firmness, and instead of x ng through the air or scraping tfit 0 bend under pressure, 30a j p they will A woman’s hairbrush should hav< br]g tles not more than halt an met longj un bleached white preferred, anc sti ff enough to scratch but not irritate the scalp . lt should be band-sewed, the po j n t 8 should present an irregulai 8ur f aC e to correspond with the eteva t j ong and depressions of the scalp ?uch a bl - Ua R, wood-bound, cannot b« oought for much less than iseu Y or k Recorder. A bit of butter well rubbed over th« top of a loaf of bread as soon as it is taken from the oven will give the crust that dark, glossy brown surface tnat it - 80 appetizing