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COLE* AN & KIBBY, Elitors and Proprietors. ELLJaY COURIER. PUBUSHED EVERY THURSDAY —BY— COLEMAN & KIRBY. Office in the Court House GENERAL DIRECTOR? Superior Court meets 3d Monday -May and 2d Monday in November. Hon. James R Brown. Judge, F. Gober, Solicitor General. COUNTY COUBT. Hon. Thomas F. Greer, Judge. Moultrie M. Sessions,County Solicitor. Meets 3d Monday in each month Court of Ordinary meets first Monday in each monjh. TOWN COUNCIL. •vT. P. Perry, Intendent. M. McKinney, x. H. Tabor, I „ J. Hunnicutt, J.R. Johnson, j Oom ‘ W. H, Foster, Town Marshal. COUNTY OFFICERS. J. C. Alien, Ordinary, T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court, H. M. Bramlett, ■ Sheriff, J. H. Sharp, Tax Receiver, G. W. Gates, Tax Collector, Jas. M. West, Surveyor, G. W. Rice, Coroner, W. F. Hill, School Commissioner. The County Board of Education meets at Ellijay the Ist Tuesday in January April, July and October. justices’ courts. 850th Dist. G. M., Ellijay. Ist Thurs day, A. J. Dooley, J. P., G. H. Randell, N, P. 864th Dist. G. M., Tickaneteby, Ist Saturday, J. C, Anderson, J. P., J vv. Parker, N. P, 907th Dist. G. M., Boardtown, 4tli Saturday, J S. Smith, J. P., W. E Cbancey, N. P. 932d Dist. G. M , Cartecay, 4th Sat nrda.y, S. D. Allen, L. M, Simmons, N. 958th G. M„ Mountaintown, 4th Sat urday, J. M, Painter, J. P., J. W. Witli erow, N. P, 1009th Dist. G. M., Tails Creek, 3rd Saturday, Cicero M. Tatum, J. P.,'l hos. Ratcliff, N. P. 1035th Dist. G. M., Teacher, Ist Sat urday. Joseph Watkins, J. P., Jos. P. Ellis. N. P. It 91st Dist. G. M., Ball Ground, 2d Saturday. A. M. Johnson, J. P., J> h'i P. Evans, N. P. • 1135 tn Dist, G. M., Town Creek, 2d Saturday E. Russell, J. P., John T. Kee*„r, N.P. 1136th Dist. G. M., Cherry Tog, Ist Saturday, John H.Whitner, <. P. J. >l. Wind, N. P. 1274. h Dist. G. M., Ridgeaw.iy, 2d Satu day John M, Quaxle-, J. P , W 1 . O. Moore. N. P. 1302d Dist. G. M,, Coosawattee, 3 Saturday, M. C. Bla/.kenslnp, J. P., A J. Hens ley, N. P. 13415 t Dist. G. M., Diamond 2d Sat urday, W. 1 . Sparks, J. P., Jesse Hold en, N. P. 1355th Dist., G. M., Alto, 2d Satur day, Maxwell Chastain, J. P., B. H. An derson, N. P. RELIGIOUS SERVICES. Methodist Ep'scopal Church, South.— Every 4ih ~ unday ami .‘■aturday before, i by Rev. 0. M. Lpdbetter. Baptist Church—Every 2nd Saturday Sunday, bv Rev. N. L Osborn. Methodic Episcopal Church—Ever. Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. R H. Robb. EBATERNAL RECORD Oak Bowery Lodge, No. 81, F. A. M,, meets first Friday ia each month. W, A. jCox, W. M. . B. Qreer, 8. W. W. F.Hipp, J. W. K. Z. Roberts, Treaa, T. W i Craigo, Sec. W. W- Roberta, Tylef, T. B. 'Kirby, S. D. il. M. Bramlett, J. D. ■■■■ i - W. HENLEY. ATTORNEY AT LAW. JASPER GEORGIA Wi 1 practice in the Superior Court of the Blue Ridge Circuit. Prompt attention to a’l busi ne-s intrueted to his care. IL M. Brnnoxi. E. W. Ooukah. SESSIONS & COLEMAN, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, BLLUAY, GA. Will one tie* in Bine Ridge Oirouit, County Oonrt JnitiM Court of Gilmer County. Legal Maw wUtL •‘Promptnan” ia our motto. DR. J. S. TANKERSLEY. Physician and Surgeon, Tenders professional services to the citi zens of Ellijay, Gilmer and surrounding conn ties. All calls promptly attended to. Office npstairß over the firm of Cobb A Son. ri* FE WALDO THORNTON, O.D.S. DENTIST, Calhoun, Ga. W ill visit Ellijav and Morganton at both the Spring and Fall term of the Superior Court—and ofteuer by special t (intrant, when sufficient work is guar anteed to justify me in making the visit. Addrces as above. Tnv2l-li "VirTXT mor# on*y than at up W IJM thing alia by taking aa ageuey for th# baat avlliug b <ok out. ginaers succeed grandly. >oue fall, terms free, Mallei Book Cos,, Portland, Maine- THE ELLIJAY COURIER. There is a strange depression in the wild animal market just now, Lions, tigers, panthers and other cheerful creatures can bte bought very cheap, and musettrO managers have taken advantage of the fall of the market. A couple were married by a Los Angeles (California) judge recently, and in gratitude the bride presented him with a mammoth strawberry three inches long, two and seven-eighth inches wide and eight and three-quarter inches in cir cumference. They do things on a large scale in the glorious climate of Cali- V>rr : <. * The dear old story that comes every winter is again afloat,” remarks a Cynical city paper. "There is to be a scarcity in the ice ciop. After the passage of A brief peried the customary report of the peach crop will also be current. Age cannot wither nor custom stale ine in finite regularity of these time-honored traditions. ” The Canadian winter sport of tobog ganing has taken root in New Jersey, a toboggan slide having been built by a newly-formed club at Orange. The to boggans, or sleds, freighted with "fair women and brave men,” go whizzing down the long and Icy slide with lights ning-like rapidity, and the sport is so ex hilarating that it promises to extend to many other Northern localities in time. The extent to which the Chinaman is despised in California may be judged from the fact that the San Francisco Chronicle , speaking of the removal of some Chianmen from certain buildings there, says the removal will result in forcing the property owners to erect new buildings on their lots, “as no one will be able to rent one of the places which has been used as a Chinese wash-house.” According to General Morin, the emi nent expert, the proper temperature in well-ventilated places is as follows: Nur series, asylums and schools, sixty-nine degrees; .workshops,- barracks and prisons, fifty-nine; hospitals, sixty-one to sixty-four ; -theates and ~ lecture-rooms, sixty-six to sixty-nine. In dwellings in this country it has been the custom to keep the temperature at sixty-five to seventy degrees. When Archbishop Farrar got back from America to old St. Margaret’s under the shadow of Westminster Ab bey, he took a part in a strange ceremony. After the sermon a basket was brought out containing nineteen loaves of bread and nineteen old people recieved a loaf and sixpence each. The loaves were done up in new handkerchiefs. The quaint custom has been carried on at St. Margaret’s for over three hundred years. ■ The largest single stone ever shipped by any railroad in this country was lately loaded on a car at the Erie railroad in Jersey City. The stone is for a monument in Buffalo, is fourteen feet in diameter, weights fifteen tons, and cost $5,000. The car was prepared especially for the stone, two of the centre sills were cut of and braced, and this stone swung down through the floor. The height of the stone when loaded was fifteen feet from the track. A party of Australian savages have been attracting the attention of several of the learned societies of Europe, and M. Topinard presented three of them—man, woman and child—to the Societe d’An. thropologie. It was found that they could count only to the number three; for four they said “many,” and for five “a hand.” But the man showed mental capacity, for he spoke in both English and German. M. Daily took advantage of this fact to make a delicate inquiry concerning cannibalism, and was in formed that he had often eaten human flesh and enjoyed it. A discovery which is expected to revo lutionize the art of glass-making is credited Mr. Frederic Siemens. It is in effect that any desired degree of hard ness, within a rattier wide range, may be communicated to glass, and that by so simple a means as uniform heating fol lowed by uniform cooling. The difficul ty of heating and cooling glass at an equal rate throughout is overcome by the application of radient heat and the sur rounding of the edges with a material that prevents the heat from leaving them more rapidly than that from other por tions. The glass may be made much harder than the ordinary product, and three times as strong. It is adapted to many of the purposes to which iron and steel are applied, and it is not impossible that people now living may inlutbit glass houses, with no more fear of throwing stones than if the structures were of brick and mortar. “A. Map of Busy Life—lts Fluctuations and its V ast Concerns.” ELLIJAY, GA., THURSDAY, MARCH 25, 1886. rr is not always Nihy~J the weary soul in voiceless prayer Breaks from the verge of dark despair— There seems no ray of welcome light; But faith cries out with sturdy voice, That makes the waiting heart rejoice, “It is not—is not—always night I" With tired feet and longing eyes, We gaze athwart the leaden skies, And at the distant mountain height; Then Hope shines o’er the dreary way — ♦ We see the gleam of dawn and say, “It is not—is not—always night I” Be strong, oh, soul! Be brave, faint heart 1 Bid ev’ry doubt and fear depart, For God will make it all end right; The promise is for me and you — The shining shore comes into view— It is not—is hot always night! -t -i Yank H. Stauffer,in Good. Housekeeping: KKELL’S JOHN. Of all the dreary months of the year, January is the dreariest, down by the sea; being synonymous with high gales and deluges of rain, alternated by snow squalls and bitter, freezing cold. Lucky the fisher who has been sufficiently fore handed to allow himself a holiday during that time. Better to doze by the hum blest fireside, though the good wife scold and the babies cry, than riding the win ter waves, stung by the snow-bees and numbed by the wind, with more than likely a frozen noze or fingers to pay for the toil. If any mariners were awake to this in disputable fact, the Stormhaven fishers certainly were, for as January is the dreariest winter month, so Stormhaven was the dreariest place in which to spend it. A poor, browbeaten little settlement, whose sole boast was more wrecks and drowned men than any neighboring vil lage. Shaken by the gales and lashed by the waves, it boro a forlorn aspect of fright,‘ as not knowing in which quarter to look for safety. The houses, built for protec tion from the wind, faced all points of the compass, and the streets in turn fol lowed the ’erratic example of the dwell ings; which, though undoubtedly con venient, was scarcely according to a sur veyor’s idea of beauty. In fact, on the mildest summer day, Stormhaven was not inviting in appearance; and now, in a sputtering, angry snow-gust, which chased the waves toppling over each other toward the shore,. it looked like some deserted ' in the polar regions, rather thliir the respectable Atlantic town it claimed to be on the map. Some signs of human life were visible on the beach, however, in shape of four men engaged in launching a fishing-boat, regaf'dless of the driving flakes. Anything but a cheerful party apparently, three of the number wealing scowls varying in in tensity from mild perplexity to.the deepest wrath, while the fourth and youngest concealed his brow, and consequently his feelings, beneath an oil. skin cap drawn low over hjs eyes. In silence and gloom the quartet worked on until the perplexed member’s feelings overcame him. He was a mild featured giant in a faded peajacket, whose pockets he nervously explored as he spoke. “Ef wot we sed las’ night, Krell, causes you ter go, in course we’d ha’ taken it back,” he slowly volunteered, but his right-hand companion snapped him up before the words fairly left his mouth. “Speak fer yerself, young feller,” growled the second speaker, with dig nity. ‘(Ef Tim’thy Krell ez hankerin’ fer a friz nose, let him get it, sez II Ef a man iz gump enuff ter put off en sich a sturm jes’ fer a few words, let him go, sez I! Wot’s sed en joke sh’d be took en joke, an’ ef a man makes arnest off it, ’tain’t my fault, nor yours nuther." Number Two was short, stout, and minus an eye; he wore a semicircular piece of beard beneath his chin, extend ing from ear to ear, where it was met by a thicket of bushy locks, giving the ef fect of a turbulent set of hair, out of which his weather-beaten face shone like a most aggressive little island. A stubborn man was Number Two, otherwise “Uncle Dan’l” (surname for gotten, if he ever had one), chief wrang ler at Bennet’s, the village exchange, and a staunch upholder of his own opinions. Obstinacy gleamed from his solitary op tic, stubbornness bristled in his abundant whiskers; even the manner in which he planted* each short leg in the sand evinced utter and entire immovability of character. But if Number Two was pertinacious, Number Three could discount him. Pos sibly the too bracing air of Stormhaven was to blame for this superabundant firm ness, which frequently proved most in convenient to the possessors’ near of kin. Tall, • thin and grim, crowned by an immense soujwester hat, Number Three continued to haul the heavy boat toward the surf, scrowling deeper at his co-labor ers’ remarks, and grunting threatening re torts beneath his breath meantime, the force of which no one could quite catch, but that were awesome from their very unintelligibility. Number Four said nothing. Being the son of Number Three, he had proven the golden value of silence from experi ence. Moreover, as his father and himself were alone to make the voyage, he pre- I ferred suffering a frozen nose peacefully, rather than bringing down the parental j vials of wrath to no purpose. Most of the Stormhaven residents con sidered “Kreli’s John" as rather weak minded in giving way to his father's oddities us he did: forbearance and sub mission being nothing short of imbecili ty, to their vigorous surroundings. At twenty-four one .should have a will of bis own, if bo ever expected to possess such R thing; and surely a man of no spirit is a poof creature. Rut Krell's John pbreisted on his tranquil way, heed less of' Criticism dr advice. He had a very great reverence for the fifth Com mandment, and a still greater horror Of family disturbances. He did not propose always spending his time in Stormhaven. Some day (he did not know exactly when, nor where, nor hdw) he intended leaving the roar of the elements and the smell of fish, to live acoofdjng to his own fancy, among men whose Jole interest in life would not turn on the { direction of the weathercock or the time of the tide; till then, why not exist ifl peace? The most convincing arguments in the world yrould reboiind indiffcrently'ffom r the chain-armor of his father’s Obstinacy; 80 whefefor waste of breath? On ohe opinion alone he remained firm, ip spite of threats, sneers and stormings. That opinion, naturally, was the identi cal one Of all others that he shouldn’t have held, and the subject of it was “Widder Durant’s Hannah.” Hannah was pretty, and Hannah was poor; tad, crowning crime of all, her father had never caught a fish in his life, being a city clerk, who, years before, car ried off the beauty of the coast as his wife, only at his death to send her back broken in fortune, health and spirit. Of course, the first-mentioned virtue could not outweigh the latter sins; and like wise, of course, she and Kreli’s meek, dreamy John must needs fall in love. Now, worldly pride has lodging even in a fisherman’s breast, a Stormhaven fisherman at that, and Timothy Krell was by no means pleased with the daughter his son proposed to present him. He cpuld lay claim to more of the ex ceedingly undesirable real estate of Storm haven than any other man of the place; gossip pinted that he had at least three thousand dollars hoarded up in bank; and lastly and most overwhelming, he could tj-ace his ancestors away back into the misty shades of the seventeenth cen tury. “An 1 every man o’ them followed the watter 1” he was wont to conclude, with a final bang of the fist on the store counter, after holding forth on his genealogy to an awe-struck circle at Ben net’s, Poor Hannah! She would fly like the foam of the sea before the west wind when she saw her prospective father-in law loom up in the distance. She was a timid little maid, with frightened, fawn like eyes, and the life of solitude she led with her sorrowful mothpr did not, tend to make her more courageous; but she would have braved almost anything for her John, always and ever excepting Timothy. On the morning of the fishing trip she dared even that. Number Four was busy with the fishing-tackle, when the gleam of a scarlet shawl behind the sand-hill caught his dye. His father saw it, too, and grew a thunder-cloud in aspect: for his son and heir, dropping the lines, went to meet the wearer of the brilliant garment. “John, you’re never going out in the storm?” cried the girl, clutching the sleeve of his rubber ooat as he drew near. ‘ ‘They were talking about it at the store when I went in, and I couldn’t believe it true. Oh, don’t—don’t risk your life in the face of such a wind! Have a will of your own, dear, just for once !” “You foolish little lass,” said the young man, smiling down at her. A tall, awkward, fair-haired fellow, but the tender look in his eyes would have made even a plainer man handsome. “Don’t you know I am more at home on water than on land? I must go, Hannah 1 You see Dan and Steve were telling father last night about .no man being able to go off while this storm lasted, and he vows he’ll do it, just to prove them wrong. You wouldn’t have me let him go by himself, dear?” She clasped her little brown hands nervously. “Oh, won’t he give up!” she faltered, knowing the folly of the question before it left her lips. John shook his head. ‘When did he ever give up, Hannah?” he answered, half biiterly, then stooped and kissed the quivering mouth. “Good-by, little girl; I’ll c*me back to you to-night if wind and water can bring me,” he said, lightly, and turned away to his disap proving parent on the sand below. “It’s a fool trip,” growled Dan’l the stout, to Steve the tall, as the frail little craft went rocking over the boisterous waves. “I .give a doubt ef they ever git back agin.” “An’ all along of our darin’ him,” said the downcast Stephen. “Can’t you quit throwin’ it up ter a feller everlastin’?” retorted his friend, sharply. “Tim Krell allers wuz jek’ so headstrong! Christopher, how I hate a pig-headed man!” With which pious ejaculation uncle Dan’l wended his way back to his customary perch on Bennet’s cracket-bov, his conscience-pricked ad mirer trotting at his heels. Darkness came early that winter day, and by 5 o'clock even young eyes could see no 1 linger. Hannah folded her sewing at last, and pinned her shawl tightly around her. “Mother, I shall just run down to Mrs. Krell’s, to see if the boat is in,” she said, shyly, turning the handle of the door as she spoke. “To Krells’!" The widow rose to her feet with astonishment. “Why, Hannah, where is your self-respect? Going to those that have scorned you in every way; they’ll turn you from the door for vour pains!” she expostulated, indignantly. “I am going, nevertheless,” persisted the girl, with a faint little laugh. “I must know if John is safe,” and the closing of the door shut her out from further argument. From the window her mother watched her go drifting away before the wind, with angry thoughts rising in her heart. It was very bitter to see her child, so sweet and fair aud dainty beside the rougher village girls, looked down on by those unworthy to bear her company. In her way the widow was proud, and prouder than Timothy Krell, and hated the thought of John as a son far worse than he did Hannah for a daughter. “It shall never be,” she thought to herself, as she turned to the fire with a sigh. “I’ll take Hannah and go away inland first, iam dfie of them, but she is different. She is a lady, my little girl; and John Krell is nothing but a great awkward fisher-lad. A married woman's life is a sad one at best.” * * * * * * “Why, Lor’ bless us! It’s only Mis’ Durant’s Hannah?” cried Mrs. Timothy, in disappointment as the door opened to the girl’s hand, too anxious even to ex- Eress her disfavor. "I made out it would e Tim and John for sure.” ‘Then the boat isn’t in?” said her visitor, dismayed at the fulfillment of her fears. Mrs. Timothy pursed Up her mouth with a look of solemn foreboding, and shook her head disconsolately. “Indeed ’tisn’t. An’ the sturm off shore is that bad the men can’t get down ter look fer her. But set by, Hannah; I’ll be glad enough O' your comp’ny till they come, ” motioning the girl to a seat, with unusual hospitality. So they waited in silence for hours, It seemed to Hannah, every nerve and sense strained to catch some token of the absent ones. The wife's car was the first to hear the sound of footsteps coming through the gate. “Here they be!” she cried, joyfully; and before the echo of her voice died away Timothy Krell entered. White faced as a niuu of snow, his frozen gar ments rattling about him, and a look of blankness in nis eyes like one that has sight and yet is blind. Striding to the fire, he leaned his head on the wooden shelf, and stood there, shivering and trembling as if with mortal cold. The women gazed at one another with pale checks. What might it mean, this solitary man? Where was his son? And yet his wife darted not break the dreadful silence. Suddenly beside him uprose a form, that to the wretched man seemed an avenging angel, with wide, dark eyes full of reproach. “Where is my John?" questioned Hannah, laying her hand on his bent shoulder. But, with a cry of horror he shook it off, and fled to the room above, barring the door against friend and foe. The girl stood as he left her, her face turned upward, listening. A keener blast of- wind struck tho house and whistled through the shutters with a sound that was almost human. “Hush!” she said, with a warning, lifted finger. “My John is calling met I’m oomfng, dear, I’m coming 1” and so went out in the blackness and tumult. All that terrible night, while the wind howled and the water roared, the old man paced up and down his chamber, the noise of ms footsteps sounding now loud, now low. In the room beneath, with pitying neighbors trying to soothe her, his wife mourned her only" son; while out in the wind and storm, with lantern and torch, the men searched for the living or dead. The storm died away to a far-off wail; one by one the flickering, yellow flames of the lanterns grew dim in the light of coming day—a day so bright and peaceful, that before its beau ty the memory of the night might have faded like some fearful dream, only for the quiet burden which the searchers, with uncovered heads, bore reverently from the beach. Cast high on the frozen sands, in the crimson light of morning, they had found Kreli’s J ohn, robed with more dignity in death, poor lad, than he ever hail owned in life; and close beside him, with her head on his silent breast, lay Hannah. Had she found him so on the sand, or had the waves cast them to- f ether as if in rebuke to parents and indred? None may say; for the cold had set a seal on Hannah’s lips, as on her lover’s, not to be broken by human skill. Stormhaven never knew the true secret of that night; it could only piece out Sents from the upturned boat which and in days later; and from the dis jointed words of the man who sat crouch ing over the fire at Kreli’s cottage. “To drown in sight of land! One shall be taken and the other left 1” over and over he murmured to himself, till death merci fully came one day and stopped the work ing of the poor, wandering brain; and Timothy Krell’s stubborn, willful, re morseful life on earth was ended. But the mothers still lived on. Women, widowed and made childless by the sea, were plentiful in Stormhaven, and sym pathy there was not given to much out ward demonstration. Yet, in after years, when the coast history was reeled forth by some ancient mariner for the enlighten ment of the summer and the story of Krell’s John was told in its turn, the historian would close with: “Well, ’twuz hard lines for the widders. But He knowed best, I reckon, fer He took ’em together in death, which ez more’n they'd ever ha’ bin en life, poor children!” After which he would “blow the wind fer makin’ his eyes watter,” were the day never so tranquil. —Frank Leslie's. Working Under Difficulties. In describing the building of a house in Teheran, Persia, the late consul, S. G. W. Benjamin, says: “It is interesting to watch the builders at work. They wear long tunics, which are tucked into their girdles when working, displaying a length and muscular development of limb I have never seen equaled elsewhere. The one above sings out in a musical tone, ‘Brother, in the name of God, toss me a brick.’ The one below, as he throws the brick, sings in reply: ‘Oh, my brother (or, oh, son of my unole), in the name of God, behold a brick!’” M. Develle, the new French ministerol agriculture, nover saw a plow, VjQL. XI. NO. 2. THE VILLA.OR CHOIR. H*n a bar, half a bar; Half a bar onward! Into an awful ditch, Choiijand Precentor hitch, In Uf a mess of pitch, They led the Old Hundred. Trebles to right of tbem. Tenors to left of them, Basses in front of them, Bellowed and thundered. Oh, that Precentor's loek, When the sopranos took Their own time and hook, From the Old Hundred. Screeched all the trebles hare, Boggled the tenors there, Raising the parson’s hair, While his mind wandered; theirs not to reason why This psalm was pitched too high; Theirs but to gasp and cry Out the Qld Hundred. Trebles to right of them, Tenors to left of them, Basses In front of them, Bellowed and thundered. Stormed they with shout and yell, Not wise they rang, nor well, Drowning the sexton’s bell, While all the church wondered. Dire the Precentor’s glare, Flashed his pitchfork in air, Sounding the fresh keys to bear Out the Old Hundred. Swiftly he turned his back, Reached he his hat from rack, Then from the screaming pack Himself he sundered. Tenors to right of him, Trebles to left of him, Discords behind him Bellowed and thundered. Oh, the wild howls they wrought; Right to the end they fought! Some tune they saug, but not, Not the Old Hundred. — Andre's Joum PUNGENT PARAGRAPHS. Always brings down the house—A cyclone.— lA/e. It is the man with the dark beard who never says dye. The laundress’daily "soliloquy: “Aye, there’s the rub 1" “Dried apple” parties are said to be very swell affairs. -i A tinder sentiment match manufacturers. —National Weekly. An exchange has the heading “Peace, Not War.” Now did anybody ever say it was?— Judge. Now is the season of the year The ioeman’s sides with laughter shake. For now he gets his ice for nothing, He retails for ton cents a cake. —Lynn Union. With a population of 800,000,000, China has not a single pauper. This is easily explained by the fact that all the Chinese paupers come to this country. —New York Graphic. “She’s a pretty little maiden, With more than twenty beaux, And now she go* skating, Over fields of wintry sneaux." , —Kingston Freeman. It was customary in the olden time to ratify a contract by a bent coin. And so hard as it is to change old customs that even to this day there is often some thing crooked about contracts. — New York Graphic. A New Yorker offers to cure a case of hydrophobia by the sweating cure for SBOO. We fear it would make the pa tient sweat so profusely to pay the bill that he would have a fatal relapse.—Nor ristown Herald. If an 8 and i and an o and a u, with an xat the end spell “Bu,” And an e and a v and an e spell “i,” pray what is a speller to do? Then if also an sand an i and a g and an h e and spell “cide,” There’s nothing much left for a speller to do but to go and commit Biouxeyesighed. —Chicago Sews. Wife—“ There! the paper says that the Redwood family, out in the Yosemite val ley, are often seen with trunks forty feet in diameter. Now, don’t you ever com plain of the size of my trunks again, Richard. These Redwoods aren’t much of a family, either.. I never heard of them.” * Treasure From the Tasty Deep. The Vigo Bay Treasure company re ceived by the Lord Gough on her last trip a curious collection of articles taken from the treasure galleons sunken in the har bor of Vigo, Spain, in 1702. There are specimens of logwood and mahogany that, in spite of their 184 years’ submer sion, are in a perfect state of preserva tion. Dyers who have experimented with the logwood state that it is even better for dyeing purposes than the wood now imported. The mahogany, too, is very fine and solid. One log has arrived twelve feet long and twenty-two by thirty-two inches square, which is now being sawed up to be used in the manu facture of furniture and walking sticks for mementoes. The chief curiosity, however, is an ancient pulley-block, four and a half feet high by three feet broad, with four solid copper sheaves, eighteen inches in diameter. It is of solid oak, and was probably used in hoisting heavy articles of merchandise or the anchors. 'The wood is perfectly preserved, but an iron band is completely corroded away, while the copper wheeli are only slightly oxidized. The last reports from the engineer in diiarge of the work of raising the treasure galleons state that they have now exca vated the mud from about the aides of the Almirantc, a galleon carrying forty four guns, and commanded nearly two centuries ago, as the ancient histories have it, by Admiral Manuel de Velasco. The machinery is now working wall, and it is expected that tha Aimlraute will soon be raised to tha surface. — PMUtUi fhia Prttt,