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VOL Xll. ELLUAY COURIER. PUBLBKBD EVERY THUBSDAY —T— COLEMAN A KIRBY. GENERULDIRECTORY. Superior Court meets 3d Monday in May and 2nd Monday in October. COUNTY OFFICERS. •J- C. Allen, Ordinary. T. W. Craigo, Clerk Superior Court. M. L. Cox, Sheriff. J- R. Kinciad, Tax Collector. Locke Langley, Tax Receiver. Jas. M. West, Surveyor. G. W. Rice, Coroner. Court of Ordinary meets Ist Monday m each month. TOWN COUNCIL. E. W. Coleman, Intendant. -L. B. Greer, ■J. W. Ilipp, „ ,1. P. Cobb, Jr. Commissioners. T. J. Long, W. H. Foster, Marshal. REI.tGtOUS SERVICES. Methodist Episco|ial Church South— Evwry 3d Sunday and Saturday before. - W. Qriner. Baptist Church—Every 2nd and 4f, 'Sunday, by ltev. E, B. Shope. Met ho ist Episcopal Church—Every Ist Saturday and Sunday, by Rev. T. G, < basev. FRATERNAL RECORD. Oak Bowery Lodge, No. 81, F. A. M., ’ iccti Ist Friday in each month. L. 15 Greer, W. M. T. H. Tabor, S. W. Ji. W. Ilipp, J. W. Kt. Z. Roberts, Treasurer. 1). Gttrien.S ccretary. W. S. Coleman, S. D. 'V. 0. Allen, J. D. s - Garrcn, Tyler. R. T. PICKENS. attorney at law, ELLIJAY, GEORGIA. "'ill practice in all the conrts of Gil m t and adjoining counties. Estates ad interest in land a specialty. Prompt H'teutioii given to all collections. DR. J. R. JOHNSON, Physician and Surgeon ELLIJAY, GEORGIA. Tenders his professional services to the people of Gilmer and surrounding coun t.ee and asks the support of his friends as heretofore. All calls promptly filled. E. W. COLEMAN, attorney at law, EIJ.uaY. OA. ill praetiei! in B a Ki K • Circuit. C< ant. :' "" i Mil ~i ■ ■ihucr Cnnniy. 1.-oj smisiiicim oiicilrd. •‘PiomptiiSMi" i. our mut.u, DR. J. S. TANKCRSIEY. Physician and Surgeon, Tend-ts his professional services to the uiti *ens of Ellijsy, Qilmcr and surroanding conn *WH. Alt calls promptly attend .1 to. Office rpataira over the firm of Cobb A Son. H'FI WALDO THORNTON, D.D.S. DEN'I'IST, Calhoun, Ua. ill visit Ellijay and Morgnnton at both the Spring and Fall term of (lie Superior Court—and oftener by special contract, when sufficient work is guar enteed to justify me in making ibo vis t. Address as above. Tmavil 1* WHITE PATH SPRINGS! —THE— Favorite and Popular Resort oj NORTH GEORGIA! Is situated 6 miles north of Ellijay on the Marietta & North Georgia Railroad. Accommodations complete, facilities for ease and comfort unexcelled, and (lie magnificent Mineial Springs is its chief attraction. For other particulars on board, etc., address, Mbs. W. F. Robeutison, ' Ellijay, Ga, 825,000.00 IN GOLD! Vt'll.li UK PAID FOR MICKLES’ COFFEE WRAPPERS. 1 Premium, • - $1,000.00 2 Premiums, - $500.00 each 6 Premiums, - $250.00 “ 25 Premiums, - SIOO.OO “ 100 Premiums, • $50.00 “ 200 Premiums, - $20.00 " 1,000 Premiums, SIO.OO ** For full particulars and directions see Circu kr in every pound of AiwroKi.Es' Corns*. FOB GOOD 108 PRINTING —GO TO TKB~ ELLIJAV COURIER. THE ELLUAY COURIER VOICES OF THE BELLS l heard the bells at dawn of day, Beyond the hills, far blue, “The world Ik fair," they seemed to say, “And everywhere the flowers of May Are blossoming for you.” Blithe bells of morn! My pulses thrill, Jbr in my heart I hear them stiff. 1 heard the bells above my head Clang out at noon again; And “Work, work, work!” they harshly said, “The dewy hours of morn have fled, Toil on, O sons of men!” Discordant bells, that sorely fret The weary soul with cares beset. I heard the bells at eventide The vesper hour chime low; The day was done, and side by side The weary toilers far and wide ‘All homeward seemed to go. Sweet vesper bells, your tone is best. Mom fled, toil done, and God confessed. — Gussie Packard Du Bois, in Current. DENIS, A STORY FROM THE FRENCH, Monsieur Marambot opened the letter his servant Denis brought him, and smiled. Denis, who had been in his employ for twenty years—a little, jolly, thickset man, who was constantly referred to, through all the Country round, as the very model of a valet—queried: “Monsieur is happy? Monsieur has re ceived some good news?” Monsieur Marambot was not rich. He was a bachelor, and had been a village druggist for many years. He now lived on the small revenue made with great dif ficulty by selling medicines to the coun try people. He answered: “Yes, my boy. Old Malois does not Want to go into court, and to-morrow I Will get my money._ Five thousand francs Will help an old bachelor along pretty well.” And M. Marambot rubbed his hands together. He was a man of rather re signed character, not particularly joval— incapable of anything like sustained ef fort, and quite indifferent about his own affairs. He might easily have made a better living by taking advantage of the death of certain fellow-druggists, who had stores well-situated in large centres, to take one of the vacant businesses and so assure himself of a lucrative custom. But the trouble of moving, and the thought of all the other things he would have to do, always prevented it, and after think ing over the matter for a day or two, he would merely say: “Ah! bah! Next time I’ll really think about it. One loses nothing by waiting, anyhow. Perhaps I’ll get a still better chance.” Denis, on the contrary, was always urging his master to attempt something. Naturally energetic, lie would declare: . “Oh! as for me, if I just had the cap ital to start with, I would have made a fortune. Only a thousand francs, and Pd make my way soon enough.” M. Marambot smiled without replying, went into his little-garden, and walked up and down with his hands behind him, in a revery. Denis, all day long, sang ballads and country songs, as if he were in an un commonly gooi l humor. lie even showed unusual activity ; for he cleaned all the window panes in the house, singing at the top of his voice while he wiped the glass. Astonished at his zeal, M. Marambot said to him several times, with a smile: “If you keep on working like that, my boy, you will have nothing to do to morrow.” Next morning, about nine o’clock, the postmaster handed Denis four letters for his master, one of which was very heavy. M. Marambot at once locked himself up in his room, and remained there until late in the afternoon. He then entrust ed his servant with four letters for the Sost. One or them was addressed to M. lalois; it was, no doubt, an acknowl edgement of money received. Denis asked his master no questions; he seemed to be that day as melancholy and sullen as he had been merry the evening before. Night, came. M. Marambot went to bed at his usual hour, and slept. He was awakened by a singular noise. He sat up at once in bis bed and listened. But all at once his bedroom door opened, and Denis appeared on the scene,holding a candle in one hand and a kitchen-knife in the other; his eyes wild and fixed; his lips compressed as if under the influence of some terrible emotion, and his face so pale that he looked like a ghost. Monsieur Marambot, at first stricken dumb with astonishment, concluded that Denis was walking in his sleep, and he got up to intercept liim, when Denis suddenly blew out the light and made a rush for the bed. His master instinct ively put out his hands to save himself from the shock of the encounter, which flung him upon bis back, and then he tried to seize the hauds of the domestic, who seemed "to havfe become elemented, and who was striking at him with all his might. The first blow of the knife - struck him in the shoulder; the second blow he re ceived in his forehead, the third in his chest. He struggled frantically, putting out his hands in the dark, and kicking out with his feet, shouting: “Denis! Denis!—are you mad? Den ial What are you doing? Denis!” But Denis, panting with his efforts, still kept striking, became more and more furious; sometimes a kick or a blow would fling him back, but he al ways rushed on again, wildly. Monsieur Marambot received two more wounds— one in the leg and one in the abdomen. But a sudden thought came to him, and he screamed out: “Stop, Denis, stop! I have not yet got my money!” The man at once stopped striking. Monsieur Marambot could hear him panting in the dark. M. Marambot spoke again: “I have not yet got a cent. M. Malois has gone back on his word; the case is going before the courts; that is why you took those letters to the post. You had better read the letters lying on my desk.” And, with a supreme effort, he man aged lo gi t hold of the matches on the table and to strike a light. lie was covered with blood. Jets of it had SjuttU-red the wall The sheets, the bed curtains—everything was red. ••A HAP or BUST Lirm-ITS FLUCTUATIONS ABB ITS FAST COBVKUNS." ELLUAY. GA.. THURSDAY, AUGUST 18. 1887. Denis, also bloody from head to foot, was standing in the middle of the room. When he saw all this, Monsieur Mar ambot thought it was all over with him, ahd became unconscious. He came to himself again at daylight. It took him some little time to collect his senses—to understand—to remember. But suddenly the recollection of the at tempt and tlic sensation Of his wounds came to him, Snd so intense a fear todk possession of him that he Shut his eyes so as not to se@ anything. At the ehd of a few minutes his terror calmed, and he began to think. He had not died from the blows—therefore he had some chance of living. He felt we&H —very, weak, but had no violent pain, though he felt a soreness At various points of his body, as of severe pinching. He also felt very chilly, and wet, and compressed, as if he had been tightly swathed with bandages, lie thought the hutfildiQr must beblood; and a shudder passed through him at the thought of all that red fluid which had issued from his own veins in such quan tity as to wet his bed. The idea of hav ing to see that awful sight again, com pletely upset him, and he shut his ©yes as tightly as he could, as if afraid they might open in spite of him. What had become of Denis? He must have run away. But what was he, Marambot, now going to do? To get up, and call for help? Why, if he were to make the least movement, all his wounds would certainly break open again, and he would die from loss of blood. All of a sudden he heard his bedroom pushed open. His heart almost stopped. That was certainly Denis coming back to finish him. Ho tried to hoTd his breath so that the murderer would think he was really dead—tljat the job was thoroughly done. He felt the sheet pulled off—then felt someone feeling his abdomen. A sharp pain near his hip made him start, NpW he felt somebody washing his wbUnd— very gently—with cold water. There fore, the crime must have been discov ered, and they were attending to his wounds; he was being nursed. A wild joy came on him; but through a linger ing sense of prudence, he tried not to show that he was conscious, and he half opened one eye, only one, with ever so many precautions. He recognized Denis standing beside him—Denis himself! Good Lord! He shuts his eyes again forthwith. Denis 1 What on earth was he doing? What did he want? What frightful pro ject was he now endeavoring to accom plish? Wiiat was he doing? Why, he was washing him simply to hide all traces of the crime. And now, perhaps, he would bury him ten feet deep in the garden, so that nobody could ever find him. Or else, perhaps, in the cellar under the piace where the bottles of choice wine were kept. .And M. Marambot began to tremble so much that every limb shook. v lie thought: “IT is all up with me— all up with me I” He shut his eye not to s.ce the last blow of the knife coming. It did not come. Denis was now lifting him, and binding his wounds with some linen. Then ho begin to bind the wound in the leg, very carefully, as he had learned to do when his inaster was a druggist. There could be no more doubt in the mind of any one who knew the business. The servant, after having tried to kill him, was now trying to save him. Then, in a dying voice, M. Marambot gave him this piece of practical counsel: “The washing and dressing ought to bo done with carbolic acid and diluted with soap and water.” Denis answered: “That’s what I’m doing, monsieur.” M. Marambot opened both his eyes. There was no trace of blood now, either in the bed or on the wall, or in the room or upon the person of the assassin. The wounded man was lying upon clean white sheets. The two men looked at one another. Finally M. Marambot said, very gently: “You have committed a crime.” Denis replied: “I am trying to make reparation for it, monsieur. If you promise not to de nounce me, I will continue to serve you as faithfully as in the past.” Well, it was not the most propitious time to argue with his servant. M. Mar ambot, as he closed his eyes again artic ulated : “I swear to you that I will never de nounce you.” Denis saved his master. He passed whole nights and days without sleep, never leaving the patient’s room a mo ment—preparing lotions, mixing medi cines, giving doses, feeling his master's pulse, counting it anxiously—managing the case with the skill of a professional nurse and the devotion of a son. Every minute or two he would asked: “Well, monsieur, how do you feel now?” Monsieur Marambot would reply, fee bly: “A little better, my boy, thank you.” And often, when the wounded man awoke in the night, be would see his turse weeping silently, as he sat in his arm-chair by the bed, and wiping his eyes. Never in his life had the old druggist been so well cared for—so much petted and caressed. At first he said to him self, “Just so soon as I get well, I’ll get rid of the rascal.” But when he was fully convalescent he kept putting off the man’s dismissal from day to day. He thought to himself that no other person would ever show him so much at tention or bestow upon him so much care. He had a hold on the man now— could control him by fear— and even he told him that lie had made a will and de posited it with a notary, in which will was a statement denouncing Denis in case anything should occur. This precaution seemed to assure him against any further attempt on his life; and then he began to ask himself whether it would not lie better to keep the man anyhow, as he could thus keep a better watch over his future actions. He found it as impossible to make up his mind about this matter, as he lisa found it formerly ini possible to decide whether to open a drug store or not. “Well, there’s time enough to think about that," he would aay to himself. Meanwhile Denis continued to show himself to Ire a imi-fect domestic. M. Marambot got well, lie kept Denis. Hut one morning, just as he had fin ished breakfast, lie suddenly heard a great noise in the kitchen, lie ran thither, and saw Denis struggling in the grasp of two gendarmes. One of the officers b- uatt to take notes in A note-book. As soon as lie saw his master, the ser vant sobbed out: “You denounced me monsieur!—after all your promises! That is not right. You broke your word of houor. M. Ma rambotl—that was nut right!— that was not right?’ 1 Monsieur Maramlmt,utterly astoiiiulbU; and greatly pained At beifig suspected, lifted Up his hand, and said: “I swear to you, bef-rc God, my boy, that I never denounced you. I have not even got the faintest idea how these police men over heard of the Attempt to murder toe!” Tho one who wps taking notes, gave a start: “What I you say he tried to murder you, Mr Marambot ?” More and more confused, the. druggist Aiiswerba • - , “Whf, yes—.but I never denounced him—never said a word about it—-Y sircar I never said a word-—He served" me very well ever since.” The officer severely replied: note down your Sp'tcmeiit. Justice will take full cognizing', of this new fact, which Was not known Fib us before, Mon sieiir Marambot. 1 was simply ordered to arrest your servant for stealing two ducks from Monsieur Duhamel; we have wit nesses to prove the theft. Sorry, Monsieur Marambot; I shall testify to what you have just said.” Then turning to the gendarmes, he said: “Takehim along,” They took Denis along. the attorney for the defendant entered a plea Of insanity—using the two differ ent charges to make a case for his client. lie proved clearly that the theft of tho two ducks must have been performed in the same mental condition which caused the eight knife-stabs to have been in flicted. Upon M. Marambot. lie made A Very fine analysis of nil the different phases of this mental aberration, which, lie felt sure, he said, would yield to a few week’s judicious medical treatment in a good private asylum. He spoke en thusiastically of the continuous self-de- VotiOn of this honest, servant—the un ceasing care he had bestowed upon tho employer he had wounded in a moment of mental aberration. Monsieur Marambot, painfully im pressed by the awful recollection of that night, felt the tears rise to his eyes. The shrewd lawyer noticed it—spread out his arms with a great gesture, waved the long black sleeves of his robe like bats’ wings, and in a sonorous tone : “Look! look! look! gentlemen of the juryl—look at-those.tears 1 What more need I now Say in behalf of my client? What Argument, what discourse, what rea soning could weigh against the evidence of those tears of his own master ? Those tears plead louder than my voice—they plead louder than the voice of the law— they cry out forpardon for the madness of a moment! They they ab solve; they bless!” He held his peaco, and sat down. Turning to Marambot, whose testi mony had been all in favor of Denis, the Judge asked: “But in any event, sir—even admit ting that you believe this man to be in sane—l cannot understand your reason for keeping him in your employ. He was, under all circumstances, dangerous.” Marambot replied, wiping his eyes; “What else could I do, your Honor?— it is so hard to find servants nowadays. I might have found worse.” Denis was acquitted and sent to an insane asylum, at his master’s expense.— New Orleans Times-Democrat. Buying A Sst of Clothes. Fogg was going to buy anew suit, and Mrs. F. very kindly offered to accompany him. Arrived at the store a salesman approached with his business smirk. “I want a suit of clothes,” said Fogg ab ruptly. Mrs. F.—“ Something not too expensive, you know.” “Yes’m” replied thu salesman, turning his attention to the lady and utterly ignoring Fogg. Mrs. F. (examining cloth) —“Do you think this will match his complexion?” Salesman “Admirably! Couldn’t suit it better.” Mrs. F.—“Do you think so? How fortu nate, I’m sure! But won’t this fade?” Salesman—“ Not a particle. I wore one like it five years, and it didn’t change color in the least.” Mrs. F.—“And will it wash?” Salesman—“ Perfectly.” Mrs. F.—“ Well, you may cut off a sample. What else have you?” The same cate chism is repeated half a score of times, and the Foggs retire; Mrs. F. radiant, as one should lie who has done a great work, and Fogg, looking sour, sad and discontented. Mrs. F. (on the street) — “Now, David, I'll take these home and wash ’em out, so's to be sure the colors tire fast, and then I'll take them over to •Sirs. Brown's and see what she says. She's a great judge, you know. And if she likes them, and aunt Kate thinks they’ll be becoming, and Mrs. Black says they aren’t too young for you, we will come again and decide.” — Button Tran script. Treatment of Balky Horses. „ The Farmer's Gazette (Ireland) gives the following different ways of treating balky horses, which are recommended for trial: First, pat the horse on the neck, examine him carefully, first one side, then the other; if you can get him a handful of grass, give it to him, and speak encour agingly to him. Then jump into the wagon, and give the word go. and he will generally obey. Second, takingthe horse out of the shafts, and turning him around in a circle until he is giddy, will generally start him. Third, another way to cure a balky horse is, place your hand over his nose and shut oil his wind until he wants to go. Fourth, then, again, take a couple of turns of stout twine around the fore legs, just below tiie knee, tight enough for the horse to feel it; tie in a how knot. At the first cliek he will probably go daneitigoff. After going a short distance you can get out and re move the string, to prevent injury to the tendons. Fifth, again, you ran try the following: Take the tail of the horse between the hind legs, and tie it by a cord to the saddle girth. Sixth, the last remedy I know, iaua follows: Tie astring around the horse's ear, close to the head. Thia will divert his attention, and start him. True gladness doth not a! ■ tvs . ; joy bred and boru but in tl.c ,g u j weak. BUDGET OF FUN. HUMOROUS SKETCHES KltOSl VARIOUS SOURCES. Hr Was Disappointed—A Tough’s Mistake—Guessed It tlie First Time—The Bull Was Mas ter There ldle-, Etc. Hotel Clerk—“ Well, how do you like New York?” Western Guest—“ Too slowt” Hotel Clerk—“ToO slow I Merciful heavens! what did you expect td see here?" Western Guest—“A lynching every ten minutes. I was informed that this was a humping town, I tell you, stranger, I’m disappointed. You just want to come West if you want to see civilization at its height. Tid-Bils. A Tough’s Mistake. “I haven’t a fair show,” said a tough whom a policeman in the northern part of tho city was ordering to move on. “I Can’t fight yon in your official capacity. If you were only a citizen for a few min utes!” “Consider me a citizen,” replied the officer, as he laid down his baton and re moved his badge. An internal of forty seconds elapsed, and as the tough hitched nearer the fence to get a brace for his back he wearily observed: “Say! there is some mistake 1 1 guess I got the capacities mixed up I”— Detroit Free l*rm. Guessed It the First Time. Mrs. De I’orque has a daughter who is now sufficiently advanced in years to be a source of considerable worry to her tnamtnn. Billy Bliven who hasa way o expressing himself in an exceedingly blunt and sometimes embarrassing taAn ner, was calling there the other evening and reciting his plans for the summer. “Y r es, lam goingout among the lakes, fishing,” said Billy. “I always go fish ing In the summer.” “Mamma and I are going to the sea shore,” said Miss De Porque. “Indeed,” said Billy, abstractedly, “are you going fishing, iooV'—Merchant- Traveler. The Bull Was Master There. A formidable band of bailiffs visited recently one of the largest farms in the district of North Wales now disturbed by the tithe war. On presenting them selves at the door of the houso the bail iffs inquired from the servant if her mas ter was home. “No, he is not,” answered the servant. “Is your mistress in?” “Yes, she is. Do you want to see hot?” Upon this the mistress of the house, a smart, sprightly woman, made her ap pearance. “Is the master in?" again in quired the bailiffs. “O, yes, sure," was tho ready reply; “would you like a.to send him to you?” “If you please, missus,” answered the bailiffs. “Will you go into tho yard and he will be with you directly.” The farmer’s wife then closed the front door and passed through the back to the farm buildings and unloosed the bull, which came roaring into the yard where the bailiffs were awaiting the “master.” “There, that is the master here,” called out the dame, as the representatives of the Ecclesiastical Commissioners beat a hasty retreat, mounting the gate and fence with the greatest alacrity.— Bt. James's Gazette. He Meant No Offence. “Sayl you!” he called as he stood on the postoffice steps. Avery solid man halted in his tracks until the other came up. “Calling to me?” he queried. “Yes, sir. I)q you notice my hair? It’s a sort of grizzly-gray which makes me look teh years older than 1 really “What have I got to do with your hair, sir?” demanded the other. “I happened to stand beside you in the postoflice, and no ” “Suppose you did stand beside me in the postoffice 1” “I saw that you wcrc’aman of about sixty years old, but as you had ’* “Suppose I am sixty!” “But as you had dyed your hair you didn’t look a day over forty-five. What I want is tho name of the dye you use. You will excuse me, but I ” He was excused, lie know he was by the way the other raised his cane and jumped at him and offered to mop the street with him for two cents.— Detroit Free Press. A — No Money In the Boom. “Is your boom about over here?” asked a stranger of a man standing on the depot platform in a Dakota town. “W-e-1-1,” answered the native,doubt fully, “Idunno; it depends on how you look at it.” “How’s that?” “W’) ( we’re boomin’ just as hard as ever, but outside capitalists ’pear to be gettin’ sorter tired. There ain’t much money in that kind o’ boomin’, you know.” “What are you people doing?” “Oh, we’re just boomin’, that’s all, just simply boomin’. Yesterday we or ganized two new railroad companies an’ another Board o’ Trade an’ incorporated a company for manufacturin’balloons an’ ’nother for nmkin’ paper collars, but’s I said, there ain’t no money in it.” “The kind that pays is about over then?” “Well, I reckon so, for this summer. We can plat more additions further out any time there seems to be a call for ’em, but tilings are so quiet in Rome that are alneady out that we haven’t the heart to do it. There’s a good crop o’ whent growin’on Central addition, an’ a power ful fine outlook lor corn in the public park an’on Court Mouse square, while the men who are farmin’ the college grounds and custom house block are kickin’ ’cause they am so far from mar ket . I reckon we'll have to lay kind ’o low till next spring and then discover iron ore over in that hill.”— Dakota Bell. Pleasant for Burnley. “Come up to the house, Dander,” said Robinson, ‘ and take dinner with me.” “Will Mrs. Robinson export me?" “No, that's the I amity of it. Her mother is paying us s long visit, and I want to make tbs old lady msd. ” —Asm fork Hum. kclskHold matters. Care of Linen. Onee a year, even the most frugal housewife should replenish her linen closet, and add to her store at feast the furnishing of one bed and A dozen tow els. In this way the stock is not allowed to run out. Old sheets may be cut up into crib sheets, and the soft linen rags laid away for use In case of Illness. A sefise of satisfaction accompanies tho putting to rights of the linen closet, and, even when an old chest has to serve as a receptacle for house linen, the re filling and repacking of chest or box is work that should be done. Rhubarb—How to Prepare It. Cut tho stems into pieces an inch In length, after scraping off any of the outer skin that is the least tough. Allow a half pound of white sugar to a pound of the rhubarb, and, adding a half pint of water, put them all together over the tire, in a serial!, porcelain-lined kettle, and let them stew until render, A fla voring of lemon rind and julee f is a great improvement to rhubarb, and ren - ders it almost equal to green gooseber ries stewed. In order to preserve the §rcen color, keep the lid of the kettle on uring steWing. Rhubarb Tart: Cttt the stalks id lengths of two inches, and take off the thin skin. If you have a hot hearth (ay them in a dish id cover with a thin syrup of sugar and water, made in the proportion of a half pound of sugar to a half pint of water; cover the dish closely, and let it simmer very slowly an hour; a block-tin sauce-pan may also lie used for the purpose. Having prepared some nice puff-paste fill some patty-pans with it, bake, and when Cool, plnce on china dishes, and fill with the stewed rhubarb. Do not forget to stew with the rhubarb some shredded lemon peel, and add when done a little of the juice of the lemon also. —American Agricalturiet. Useful Hints. Tissue or printing paper 4s the best thing for polishing glass or tinware. If gilt frames, when new, are covered with a coat of white varnish, all specks can be Washed off with water without, harm. In beating cake, beat from (he bottom of the mixing bowl with a wood spootl, bringing it up high witli each stroke, and as soon n8 the ingredients are fairly and smoothly mixed, stop beating or your eako wi.l be tough. Sing to your children, if you can turn a tune. It is worth your while to culti vate your voice now, if you never did it before. Nowhere else—perhaps not even in heaven—will you have such loving and generous audience. It is a great mistake to clean brass ar ticles with acid, as they very soon be come dull after such treatment. Sweet oil and putty poWdor, followed by soap and water, is one of the best mediums for brightening brass and copper. Fine Wood cabinets should be wiped out with a soft cloth; the corners espe cially may be brushed with a small hair whisk. If the surface has been polished and has grown dull with age or use, a very little linseed oil on a woolen rag may be used to go over it. Do not hang a canary bird over five teet from the floor. This gives an average temperature and a purity of air. When ventilating a room see that the bird is not in a draught. When hung out of doors have a part of the cage in the shaije, so that tho bird may have a retreat, if ho chooses to take it, from the sun, Flies are a great nuisance—but a puri fier. They Use up all thu little particles of filth, and render many apartments comparatively healthful WUiJi without them would be unfit to live in. t4o in shutting out flies great care should be taken to still secure the best of ventila tion, and preserve everything in the most perfect neatness. To keep cut flowers fresh, In the even ing lay them in a shallow pan or bowl with their stems in a very little water, and cover the receptacle with a damp towel, one just wrung out of water, in the morning the flowers can be arranged in vases for the day, Tito stems can be cut from day to day, Flowers treated in this manner can be kept from one to two weeks, and sometimes even longer. Fighting Crickets. “We have cricket fighting With little black bugs,” said a Chinaman to a Cincinnati Enquirer reporter. “It’s rare sport. The bugs are caught in hills by pouring water into (heir holes or putting a fruit called dragon’s eye in front of the hole. The best fighters are those that chirp the loudest. They keep them in earthen pots with a little water and some mould, and leed them on two kinds of fish, tnan-yu and kut-yi,. They are fed on honey to give them strength, and for two hours a female is put in with the male.” “How do you fight them?” “In a ))it or tub called lip, and they are matched according to size and color. They bet very heavy on them sometimes, and when a cricket has won many victories he is called fthon-lip, and if it dies they put it in a small silver coffin and bury it. Its owner thinks this brings good luck, and that good fighting crickets will be found in the neighbor hood where the cricket is buried.” Customs of the Comoro Islands. The Island of Johanna, Comoro Isl ands, has some very peculiar customs. The natives are jet black, but neat and clean. Girls after marriage ure not al lowed on the streets ut all, and can see no one but their husbands. Rich men are allowed four wives, poor men one. When a poor man gets poorer he can sell a half share in his wife for so mucli money, formulated l>y law. A native lielle be fore her marriage makes a fine display on the fashionable streets of Johanna in this rig: A red calico Mother Hubbard gown, printed witli a pattern of banana leaves, reaching to her knees; no shoes nor stockings, and for head gear a wide rimmed, blue china teacup, worn with the handle on one side for convenience in taking off. —Boston Journal. Fond mother with baby “lin doe look so like his father, doesn't he?” Mr. R. “Yea, but 1 shmildu't mind that, *> long as ks is healthy. ” —Earn York Hun. On OOLZJIB Bar Asm*, Xb A4vmms> THE BABY. The little tot’ring baby test, - With faltering steps and alow. With [tattering echoes soft and sweut Into my heart they go; They also go in grimy pi*/*, In muddy pools and dusty ways, Thro through the bouse in trackful mam They wander to and fro. The baby hands that clasp my neck With touches dear to me, Are the same hands that smash and wreck The inkstand foul to sen; They pound the mirror With a cane, They rend *be manuscript fn twain. Widespread destruction they ordain In wasteful Jubilco. The dreamy, munn’ring baby voice That coos its little tune, That makes my listening heart rejoice Like birds in leafy June, Can woke at midnight dark and stiff. And all the air with howling fill. That splits the ear with echoes shrill Like cornets out of tune. — Burdette, in Brooklyn Eagle. PITHAND_ POINT. Half A dozen dresses do not make • woman, but they often break a man. Chicago Mail. A man without brains frequently has the most imposing headstone when he is dead.— Picayune. 7s*; There is a great difference between a musket and a domestic. A musket, for instance, never kicks until it goes off.— Stateeman. When Freedom frogi her mountain height First looked from shore to shore, She never dreamed a lady’s hat \- g Would cost an X or more. —Ddnsrille Breeze An exchange states that the male wasp does not sting. This is gratifying to know, especially after the female has left a venomed splinter in one’s anatomy.— Siftingt. Strange that man should have been given two ears and one tongue, when, as ovenrbody knows, he would rather talk all day than listen five minutes. Baton Traneeript. A Frenchman in London claftns to have discovered a certain root which allays hunger and thirst. Ho probably refers to tho root of all ovifc-r —Bottom I'rantaript. “One swallow,” pathetically but not originally, Mttbarks an exchange, “does not make a summer." True. But several swallows may bring about a fall.— Peoria Traneeript. V Those two celebrated preachers, Rev, Dr. Bacon and Rev. Henry Ward Beech er, were onco disputing on some religious subject when tho former accused the lat ter of using wit in his sermons. “Well,” said Mr. Beecher, “suppose it had pleased God to give you wit, 'what would you .have done?”— Epoch. HIS SECRET. What If sheknewit all? What if she saw my heart? What if she read my secret thoughts, From her so far apart? Bad would her heart be then, Wretched would be her life. The future for her would have no hope— Nothing but constant strife. Strife with a useless love, Strife with a hopeless wish, Strife with thoughts that would drag her down like the murderous devil-fish. What if she knew it all? What if my heart should speak? What if she knew that all I get Is six small dollars a week ? ! —Somerville Journal. Something About Tronsers. Trousers came into use for general wear with the French revolution. The gentlemen, the supporters of royalty an I sound constitutional principles, wore breeches. The tend ..“sans culottes" sufficiently explained what were not worn by the masses who forced constitu tional reform into revolution. 1 ” By *n apparent contradiction of purpose and principle the “sans culottes,” who de nounced every one who wore finally went beyond their opponents and wore twice as much cloth around their legs; in a word, adopted the modem trousers, and made them the badge of si party as well known as a class. Nepoleon, who was too thin at one period of his life and too stout as' another to look his best in small clothes, nevertheless wore them on state occasions after he had set up a throne and gone Into the emperor business. His army was the first that wore trousers, aria trousers made progress in general adop tion step by step with the march of the French army. The French trousers ana neat gaiter were seed in Fgypt, and in Spain, in Italy, in Germany, in Poland, and in Russia, on the banks of the Tagus and those of the Vistula. People thought that the manner in whieh a great conquering nation clad its legs was the model, and when the trousers wearers marched over the wearers of pigtails and knee breeches at Jena and Auerstadt a decision was given from which the world did not care to appeal. The world is usually easily con vinced of the wisdom of the victor. Eng land stood out the longest against trousers, but finally she yielded, and her army marched to Waterloo wearing the univer sal leg funnels. Our grandfathers generally fell in with the ways of the world, though Federalists here and there would not yield. There is a story of a clergyman who, greeted with the rough inquiry: “How are you, priest?” responded: “How are yqu, Democrat? How do you know Pm a priest?” “By your dress. How do you know Pm a Democrat?” “By your address. ” Doubtless the clergyman wore knee-breeches, while the admirer of Jeffer son and “dangerous French principles” clothed his legs with trousers. —Atlanta Constitution. Among the best of men are diversities of opinion; which are no more, in true reason, to breed hatred, than one that loves black should lie angry with him that is clothed in white; for thoughts are the very ap|tarel of the mind. The sale of rose* iu this country amounts to fully s million plants per year, _______ Services sod kindness neglected make (Headship suspected. NO. 22.