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BY T. L. GANTT.
Written for the Echo.]
THOUGHTS.
“ FRANK/’
I know that memory loves to wake
The thoughts of “by gone days,”
And touch the string of Fancy’s lute
To half-forgotten lays.
No picture made by linner’s art,
Though framed in jewels rare,
Can ever charm both eye and heart
Like scenes from “ hours that were.”
The music e’en of Tara’s harp,
Though wild and sweet its flow,
Can never move our inmost soul
Like songs of “ long ago.”
Ah ! true we had our trials then—
They now cause no regret,
The fragrance of the rose remains
Its thorns we soon forget.
But is it well to call them back ?
Those days forever flown,
To drive the present from our thoughts
And list to memory’s tone ?
Our life to-day will seem as bright
When time each wound has healed,
And with his dreamy, mystic veil
The rugged path concealed.
The pictured past we’ll live no more,
Then turn it to the wall,
Since joy that’s gone forever more
’Twere folly to recall.
For well and truly can we say
We twine a wreJlSth of sorrow,
In thinking of bright yesterday
And dreading dark to-morrow.
Ju,nc 19, 1875.
Our County Line.
The Commissioners appointed by the
counties of Greene and Oglethorpe to run
and define the disputed line between said
counties have discharged the responsible
duties developing upon them. The Com
mission consisted of the following gen
tlemen : On the part of Green—Jeffer
son F. Wright, Esq., County Surveyor,
and Wm. It. Wilson, Esq. For Oglethorpe
—Thomas B. Moss and John Hurt, Esqrs.
The line as defined runs as follows : Be
ginning at Clay’s bridge on Little river,
thence in a direct line S. 73° 15 / W. 4&
miles to the garden of W. R. Wilson, at
Bairdstown ; thence N. 67' W. 10i miles
to the mouth of Falling creek. Leaving
Clay’s Bridge, the line crosses Hurricane
creek twice ; passing John Armstrong’s,
it throws his residence and gin-house in
to Greene, and runs through Bairdstown
between the Church and Academy (giv
ing the former to Green the latter to
Oglethorpe) to Mr Wilson’s garden.
Here the line makes a deflection to the
north, and as before stated, runs N. 67°
45' W. to the confluence of Falling creek
with the Oconee river. At Mr. Hurt’s
the line runs between the dwelling and
gin-liouse, thence by Walter A. Partee’s,
Mr. Zuber’s —formerly Daniel Hall’s and
Elijah Wheeless’. The dwellings of
Messrs. Hurt, Zuber and Wheeless being
in Oglethorpe, and the gin-liouse of Mr.
Hurt and the dwelling of W. A. Partee,
Esq., in Greene. This is no new line, but
the old line newly defined* We trust the
line is now sufficiently definite to relieve
our fellow citizens of that section from
the annoyance and inconveniences to
which they have been subjected for some
years.— Greensboro Heralds
The Wrong Corpse. —A serio-comic
incident occurred in the West End yester
day. A still-born babe which came into
the family of Mr. J , a few squares
west of Central avenue, was swaddled up
and laid on a chair to await the arrival
of tlie undertaker. Meanwhile a lady
of the house had been out shopping, re
turned and laid a valuable package of
goods on another chair in the same room.
When the undertaker came be was shown
into the room and by mistake coffined
the dry goods, which he afterward bur
ied with the sympathetic tears of mourn
ing relatives. In the evening the lady
shopper took a bevy of friends to exam
ine her purchases of the day in the dry
goods line. Imagine their Wrror when
the bundle was unwrapped to find the
dead baby instead of the silks and laces.
Of course the newly made grave was
opened and the bundles exchanged in
a manner pleasing to all.— Cincinnati
Enquirer.
He Knew How. —At an auction of
household goods on Harrison avenue the
other day, when a woman had made a
bid on an old bureau worth about $2, a
boy slipped around to another woman
and whispered :
“ You see that woman over there with
a blue bow on ?”
“ Yes.”
“ Well, she says that no woman with a
red nose can buy anything at this sale.”
Thq woman with the red nose pushed
her way into the crowd and ran the price
of the bureau up to sl2, and as it was
knocked down to her she remarked:
“ I may have a red nose, but no cross
eyed woman with a blue bow on can bluff
me.” — Detroit Free Press.
A Desperate Indian Fight.—Advi
ces from the West say that W. D. Jen
kins, United States Marshal, and William
S. Street, Indian scout and guide, had a
desperate fight with a band of Cheyenne
In dians in Rawlins countv, Kansas, a
few days ago. Jenkins and Street forti
fied themselves at the head of a ravine
and fought the Indians four hours, kill
ing seven of them and finally driving
them off.
Another Carpenter Puzzle. —No.
I—Take1 —Take a piece of board 12 inches
square and cut 4 solid pieces 5x7 and
one 2 inches square.
No. 2 —Take a piece of board 5x7
inches, cut twice and get 1 piece 3$ inch
es, ana 1 piece lxf inohes.
©oldljorfK €c!)o.
DEVILTRIES.
—What holds all the snuffin the world?
jSo one nose.
—When a gentleman asks to kiss a
lady she now replies, “ Tilt-on.”
—Paper coffins only cost $4 apiece.
This is almost enough to tempt one to go.
—What word is always pronounced
wrong, even by the best scholars ?—Wrong.
—Jackson, Miss., is just now excited
about a “ mysterious hana.” Five aces, prob
ably.
—When is a young man’s arm like the
Gospel? When it maketh glad the waist
places.
—A smart Kansas woman, who wanted
some hair for plastering, shaved her dog and
got it.
—What is it which has a mouth and
never speaks, and a bed and never sleeps ?
A river.
—Ben Butler renounces the Devil and
his works! This a striking case of filial dis
obedience.
—“ Is the Beecher trial over ?” asked
one New Yorker of another, “ Yes, over in
Brooklyn.”
—There’s no reason Vinnie Ream
shouldn’t be a good singer. There’s twenty
choirs in a Beam.
—Young McCusick, over on Tenth
street, will never be pretty again. Cause
loafing around the rear porch of a mule.
—Young man, when your intended
strikes at a croquet ball, and hits her favorite
corn, burst if you must, but do not laugh.
—A good-natured Westfield man fol
lowed Tom Hamilton a block and a half to
whisper to him his street sprinkler was leaking.
—“ Hullo, Bub ! trying to get an appe
tite for your dinner?” “Well, n-o-o, not
exactly ; fact is, I’m trying to get a dinner for
my appetite.”
—A boy writing a letter to his sister,
said: “ Sarah, Jane Gibbs is dead, and her
mother’s got twins. They are girls, and this
is awful weather for ducks.”
—“ Ma,” said a little boy, approach
ing his mother and exhibiting unmistakable
symptoms of a severe pain in the bowels, “do
green apples grow in heaven ?”
—lt’s astonishing to see how little
there is in some ladies in these days of con
tracted skirts. And it is equally astonishing
to see how much there is of some others.
—“You need a little sun and air,”
said a physician to a maiden patient seeking
his advice. “If I do,” was the curt reply,
“ I’ll have to wait till I get a husband.”
—lt has been discovered that onions
are a sure destroyer of worms in children. We
suppose its puts them to sleep, in which con
dition they fall an easy prey to the early bird.
—lf the ladies take another reef in
their dresses they will need to get outside
them when walking. They now look like a
pair of one-legged pants of a peculiar pattern.
—“ If you want fun,” remarked old
Similax, leaning over the gate and working
the gravel with his hare toes, “you ougliter
see my wife dig taters when she’s tearin’
mad.”
—A good and true man who chews to
bacco has invented a washable gutta percha
shirf-front. lie will have a monument of na
vy and fine-cut quids erected over his grave
when he dies.
—The postoffices are complaining of
the great number of boxes of grasshoppers
that Western sufferers are sending east through
the mails. Thus far, however, not a post
master has been lost.
—The worst case of selfishness that
ever has been presented to the public, emana
ted from a youth who complained because his
mother put a bigger mustard plaster on his
younger brother than she did on him.
—“Georgy,” said a benevolent old
gentleman to the youthful son of a family he
was visiting, “ what are you going to do when
you become a man ?” “ Whale Joe Perkins,”
was the prompt but sanguinary reply.
—He held the old shirt up by the
neck before discarding it forever, but he
wasn’t mourning for the garment. lie only
said thuslv : “ I wish I had all the drinks
again that have gone through that old neck
band.”
—When you see a woman with a raw
hide hid in the back drapery of her morning
wrapper, and calling William Henre-e-e in a
key about four octaves above high €, you
may know that a whaling expedition is about
to set sail.
—“ Now, where’s my summer pants?”
yells the impatient husband, after a fruitless
hunt from cellar to attic; and his wife
timidly points to a pair of china Samuels on
the mantel-piece and meekly murmurs, “ they
were so cheap.”
—A married man in New Hampshire
has adopted an original method of economy.
One morning, recently, when he knew his
wife would see him, lie kissed the servant
girl. The house expenses were instantly re
duced S3O per year.
—A subscriber asks an exchange if
there is “any way to get the hair out of but
ter ?” And the editor says he only knows of
one way, and that is to scare the butter so bad
that hairs will stand on end, and then pull
them out individually.
—When a dog bites a Tennessee man
the man can recover one dollar damages from
the owner, but the poor dog never recovers —
which is doubtless owing to the inferior quali
ty of whiskey imbibed by the man. And this
is called justice in Tennessee.
—A young fellow eating some Che
shire cheese, mil of skippers, at a tavern one
night, exclaimed: “ Now I have done as
much as Sampson, for I have slain my thou
sands and tens of thousands.” “ Yes,” retort
ed another, “ and with the jaw bone of an
ass.”
—A most remarkable illustration has
just been furnished of the overmastering force
of genuine patriotism. Twenty newly-mar
ried couples stopped at a Philadelphia’ hotel
one night last week, and nineteen of the
brides sat up until after 12 o’clock reading
Centennial tracts.
—Here’s a well regulated family for
you. A husband and wife stepped up to a
Troy bar the other day and had a drink to
gether. She called for whiskey straight, he
for whiskey straight; then they paid for the
score, and ‘walked out arm-in-arm, as uncon
cerned as if they were not the initiators of a
great moral reform,
CRAWFORD, GEORGIA, FRIDAY MORNING JUNE 25, 1875.
THE TORPEDO OHIOKEH.
Important, if True, to Owners of Henroosts.
[From the Memphis Avalanche.]
There is great consternation among a
certain rather numerous class of our
colored population, known as chicken
lifters, owing to two very mysterious ac
cidents which occurred to members of
the brotherhood last Friday night. It
is a fact as well established as that the
world revolves on its axis, that nicely
baked chicken pie, in large and frequent
doses, is essential to many a darkey’s
happiness. If the dishonest ones have
not enough of Spinner’s autographs to
get the chief ingredient honestly, they
first discover a densely populated hen
roost, provide themselves with a box of
matches (liberally tipped with sulphur),
and after bribing the dogs about the
place with a nice piece of beef, spiced
with strychnine, sally forth for a raids
about the time when church-yards even
grow sleepy and yawn. This trait of
character is so well-defined that to pre
sent any opposition to its free exercise
almost amounts to a violation of that
part of the Constitution which guaran
tees protection to every man in the pur
suit of happiness. It is even said that
the late lamented Sumner at one time
contemplated presenting a bill in Con
gress, supplementary to the civil rights
bill, whicn should make it a crime pun
ishable with imprisonment for a man to
keep a shot gun who was engaged in the
Eoultry business. But, alas! he died
efore his mission was fulfilled, and this
fair land transformed into an Eden for
chicken-lifters. No city in the country
has suffered more from this class of vaga
bonds than Memphis, but, thanks to
French ingenuity, a panacea for the
growing evil has been discovered, and
its name is “the torpedo chicken.” This
little machine is as near a chicken as
human skill can make it. It is covered
with feathers, with perfect head, legs
and wings. It is soft to the touch, and
the legs and wings are flexible and can
be moved and placed in positions similar
to those of a genuine chicken, and when
set upon a perch the deception cannot be
discovered by an expert. Like other
chickens, too, if a burning match is
placed near its nose it topples off the
perch, and when it does it falls with the
weight and destructiveness of a bomb
shell. Inside of the automaton is placed
a torpedo, which explodes if it is taken
by the legs or struck with any force.
Hearing of this ingenious machine a
Front-street merchant recently ordered
a number of them with which to experi
ment. Some half dozen of them were
secretly distributed Friday to persons
who complained of annoyance from
chicken-thieves, and about the time oth
er chickens seek their roosts they were
placed conspicuously in the hen-house,
and the persons setting them retired to
bed to await results. A widow lady
named Mrs. P. Simmons, living in Fort
Pickering, who has been much annoyed,
and whose watch-dog was poisoned only
a few nights since, was so anxious to
know the result of the experiment that
she sat up to await the coming of the
visitors. About 1 o’clock she heard some
subdued voices outside the fence which
surrounds her house, and soon after the
scrambling noise made by a person
climbing over the fence. Soon there
was a fluttering in the hen-house, a sub
dued cackle, and then a noise like the
discharge of a heavily loaded gun. An
agonized shriek of pain and retreating
footsteps told of the success of the ma
chine. The lady, who before was filled
with anger and thought only of ven
geance on thejthieves who had so frequent
ly taken her chickens, was now filled with
alarm and half-way regretted having
used the torpedo chicken. She did not
have the courage to go out doors alone,
but called to a neighbor who had been
aroused by the report. He accompanied
her to the hen-house, where a great noise
was being made by the surviving chick
ens. Several had been killed and some
maimed by the explosion. A search
was made for the torpedo chicken, which
was finally found among the wreck of
poultry. The body of the machine was
blown to atoms; but its two legs were
found intact, tightly grasped by a huge
black hand, which had been literally
torn from the arm. Death never held
tighter to a dead nigger than did this
negro’s dead hand grasp those two chick
en legs. As before stated, the negro ran
away as fast as it was possible in his
wounded condition, and if any one finds
a negro with a hand freshly shot off,
let him inform Chief Athy of the fact.
Another negro was brought to grief
the same night, by one of the same in
struments, in the eastern suburbs. Traces
of blood were discovered leading from
the chicken roost, and it is believed he
will be arrested.
This is, indeed, a great invention, and
vastly superior to a trap-gun. Its gener
al use will soon rid our city of the large
number of chicken thieves who infest it.
The inventor, when he dies, should be
canonized.
W —■
Out in Mount Vernon, Ohio, the wo
men have now got things reduced to a
system. Instead of being at the trouble
to go around in the mud to pray and
sing, they iust put'up a sentry box in
front of each saloon, and station a lady
in it to take down the name and note the
condition of every man who enters or
leaves it. It is said to work like a charm.
The fair sentries delight in their duty, and
do not welcome the sound of the peti
eoat that indicates the approach of the
relief. The occupation has an irresisti
ble attraction for the feminine mind,com
bining as it does the present charm of
minding other folk’s business, the perma
nent utility of laying up so reliable a
stock of gossip as these observations
afford, and finally, the comfortable sense
of serving a great moral reform.
Colored people in Georgia own prop
erty worth $6,00,0000.
A MYSTERIOUS BOOK.
The Strange Works of Abertns Magnus and
John George Hohman—How to Heal and
Cure by Words and Signs.
[From the Reading (Pa.) Eagle;]
John George Hohman is not generally
known as one of Berks county’s authors
and writers,yet he published a work which
found considerable sale throughout the
county. It is a small volume of 72 pages,
and is a “collection of mysterious and
invaluable arts and remedies for man as
well as beast, with many proofs of their
virtue and efficacy in healing diseases,
etc., the greater part of which was never
seen until 1820.”
The book starts out with a remedy for
hysterics. The hand is to be laid on the
heart and the following words spoken:
“ Matrix, patrix, lay thyself right and
safe, or thou or I shall on the third day
fill the grave.”
For hysteria and colds this remedy is
given. It must be strictly attended to
every evening: “It is to'put off’ your
stockings and rub the flesh carefully be
tween the toes.”
To cure worms the following must be
repeated three times. At the end of the
first time the patient must be tapped once
in the back, twice for the second, and
three times for the third. The words
are: “ Mary, God’s mother, traversed
the land, holding three worms close in
her hand; one was white, the other was
black, and the third was red.”
If you are being slandered and want to
prevent it, “ take off your shirt and turn
it wrong side out, and then run your two
thumbs down to your thighs.”
Following words repeated will cure
colic: “ I warn ye colic fiends ! There
is one sitting in judgment whospeaketh.
There, beware, ye fiends.”
The following is saidjto be a good remedy
for fever : “ Good morning, dear Thurs
day. Take away from (me) the "77 gold
fevers. O thou, dear Lord, take them
away! This must be used on Thursday
for the fist time, on Friday for the second
time, and on Saturday for the third time,
and each time thrice.”
“To attach a dog to a person, try to
draw some of your blood and let the dog
eat it along with his food, and he will
stay with you. Or scrape the four cor
ners of your table while you are eating,
and continue to eat with the same knife.
Let the dog eat the scrapiugs, and he will
also stay with you.”
Asa precaution against injuries it ad
vises a person to carry the right eye of a
wolf fastened inside of his right sleeve.
“ If you call upon another to ask for a
favor, take care to carry a little of the five
finger grass with you—you shall certainly
obtain what you want.”
“To catch plenty of fish, take rose
seed and mustard seed, and the foot
of the weasel, and hang these in a net,
and the fish will certainly collect there.”
The root of iron weed tied around the
neck will cure running ulcers, and will
cure the piles if the roots are boiled in
honey and drank; it also clears the
breath. Children who carry it are easily
educated, and grow up cheerfully and
very well.
For wild fire repeat the words: “ Wild
fire and the dragon, flew over the wagon ;
the wild fire abated and the dragon ske
ated.”
To stop pains or smarting in a wound :
“ Cut three small twigs from a tree, all
to be cut off in one cut, rub one end of
each twig in the wound* and wrap them
separately in a piece of white paper, and
put them in a dry place.”
To destroy warts: “ Roast chicken
feet and rub the warts with them, then
bury the feet under the eaves.”
To cure toothache “stir the tooth with
a needle until blood flows; then soak a
thread in it; take vinegar and flour and
make a paste and spread it on a rag.
Wrap this rag around the root of an
apple tree, and tie it with the thread.”
To banish whooping cough cut three
small bunches of hair from the crown of
the head of a child that has never seen
sew this up in an unbleached
rag and hang it around the person’s
neck.
For burns, say “ burn I blow on thee;”
it must be blown on three times in the
same breath, like the fire by the sun.
To stop bleeding, count fifty back
wards and when you arrive at three, it
will all be over.
“ If you burn a large frog to ashes, and
mix the ashes with water, you will ob
tain an ointment that will, if put on any
place covered with hair, destroy it, and
prevent it from growing again.”
A pow-wow for sore mouth reads: “If
you have the scurvy, or quinsey too, I
breathe my breath three times on you.”
For consumption, say: “ Consumption, I
order thee out of the bones into the flesh,
out of the flesh upon the skin, out of
the skin into the wilds of the forest.”
Another cure for burn reads : “Three
holy men went out walking. They did
bless the heat and the burning ; they
blessed that it might quickly cease.”
To cure a snake bite, say: “ God has
created all things, and they were good;
thou on If serpent art damned, cursed be
thou and thy sting. Zing, zing, zing.”
Mr. Hohman goes on to give many
more remedies of the above class. The
words given are spoken over the patient,
and if the ailment is a cut, bruise, burn,
wound or sprain of any kind, the opera
tor blows upon it at the same time re
peating the words. The text of the
book was first published iu 1820 in this
country, and it is something like the
book written by Albertus Magnus in the
17th century. Since those early periods
the beliefs of the people have gently
changed.
Mrs. Mary Walker, wife of Joseph
Walker, though entirely blind, can knit
as nice a pair of stockings as any young
lady in Carroll county, Ga., and not only
this, but has pieced a quilt of different
colors, and placed every piece to its prop
er place.
He Didn't Advertise in Newspapers.
[From the Baltimore American.]
No, he said, he didn’t believe in ad
vertising in the newspapers. Didn’t
think it did him any good—money
thrown away.
“ But don’t you advertise in any way ?”
we asked.
“ Oh, yes,” he replied’ “ I spend a
good deal of money in advertising.
Now here is a good thing I have inves
ted in to-day. It is a tooth-pick with
my name and business stamped on it.
I have paid a man fifty dollars to have
my business card stamped on every tooth
pick used at the hotels in this city for
one year.
“ How does he manage it ?”
“ Easy enough. He keeps an agent
stationed at each hotel, day and night,
furnished with a stamp, and when a man
steps up to take a tooth-pick he dexter
ously stamps one for him, and there is
one on the tooth-pick :
A. PU NKINHE AD, *•
i GROCERIES & THINGS.;
“ I am informed,” he continued, “that
four hundred thousand eight hundred
and seventy-two tooth-picks are used by
the Cincinnati hotels every year, which
is equal to that many business cards of
mine distributed to the public. Now'
fifty dollars wouldn’t buy that number
of business cards and insure their distri
bution.”
“ Certainly not, but this inscription on
the tooth-picks must be very small ; I
don’t see how it can be read.”
“Nothing easier, my dear sir. You see
each agent carries a small microscope to
assist people in making it out. But that
isn’t the only advertising plan I am in
with. You see this piece of rag with my
card printed on it? Yes; well you
probably couldn’t guess what it is for.
I’ll tell you. It’s for doing up a sore
finger.”
“ What has a sore finger got to do with
advertising ?”
“ Everything, my dear sir, everything.
There are over a million sore fingers in
America every year. At a very moderate
expense an advertising firm in Philadel
phia prints my cards on rags like these
and furnishes them to victims of sore
fingers free of charge, so they will use
them in preference to all others. A mil
lion of these rags are sent to all parts of
the United States, and I am only requir
ed to pay one hundred and fifty dollars
for the privilege of having my name on
them.”
“ And you paid it ?”
“ Certainly I did. I had to, in order
to prevent any other man from getting
the chance ahead of me.”
“A sore finger, then, you consider a
better advertising medium than an estab
lished and popular newspaper ?”
“ Well, yes, in this case. Been travel
ing lately ?”
“Yes; made a trip to Minnesota and
lowa not long ago.”
“ Then you must have seen my busi
ness card painted in black letters on a
white board and nailed to the telegraph
poles ?”
We hadn’t seen anything of the kind.
“ Singular if you didn’t. A man came
along last fall and collected one hun
dred dollars of me for nailing such a
board on every telegraph pole in the
United States. That was his contract,
and I paid him the money on his affida
vit that the work was done. But per
haps you wasn’t noticing the telegraph
poles. No, I don’t believe I will put any
advertisement in your paper this w T eek.
You see I am advertising a good deal
now.”
Just then a man came in and collec
ted a bill for sticking Punkinhead’s card
on every balloon that went up during
1874, and effected anew contract for
1875 with what he called the “ diving
bell suppliment,” agreeing to attach a
card to all diving bells that go down in
1875 without extra charge, a compli
ment, as he said, to their regular adver
tisers. When we left another advertis
ing agent was laying before Punkinhead
the great advantage of investing in a
patent stamp to be attached to the seats
of boy’s pants when they go skating.
When they get a fall his name and busi
ness will be neatly stamped upon the
ice, so that all who skate may read.
When it comes to judicious advertising
the race of Punkinheads are very nu
merous.
The family blacking box is a good
deal like the widow’s cruse of oil, in that
it never runs out. Salt is cheaper than
blacking, the first cost considered, but
one box of blacking will outwear a bar
rel of salt. Blacking is the cheapest ar
ticle of home consumption. It goes fast
when the box is new r , but towards the
last it becomes sort of perennial, which
leads us to believe that the most endur
ing of it is never put in the middle of the
box, but around the edge. When worn
down to the edge and not peeled off with
a knife, a box of blacking will last an
ordinary family for pretty steady use,
for about ten years. In fact, we never
knew a box thus treated to wear out at
all; and it is only w’hen it becomes lost
through some carelessness that the head
of the house gets anew supply. With
such a box and a bald-headed brush a
family can look upon the approach of
war or famine w’ith marked composure.
The Growth of London. —The me
tropolis of the British Empire,the largest
city the world ever saw, covers, within
fifteen miles radius of Charing Cross,
nearly 700 square miles, and numbers
within these boundaries 4,000,000 inhab
itants. It contains more Jews than the
whole of Palestine, more Homan Catho
lics than Rome itself, more Irish than
Dublin, more Scotchmen than Edinburg.
The latest sensation in Twiggs county
is a snake fight, in which a black runner
vanquished a chicken snake.
VOL. I--N0.38.
Mrs. Gavett’s Box.
[From the Detroit Free Press.]
There is not a kinder-hearted, more
benevolent woman in Detroit than Mrs.
Gavett. Last year she was on the com
mittee to canvass for aid for the grass
hopper sufferers, and this year she intends
to send them a large box of her own get
ting up. She had Gavett bring up a box
the other day, and when it had been
S laced in the shanty she put on a calico
ress, tied on a check apron and ram
bled around the house to pick up enough
articles to fill the box and have it sent
off next day. Her greatest anxiety was
the fear that the box was too small for
one-half the things she wanted to send.
Opening a closet door she took down
an old coat, one that her husband threw
away two years ago.
“ I’ll send that for one thing,” she
mused, as she held it up. “ I don’t know
though—that’s a pretty good coat. Put
a patch on that elbow and Thomas can
wear it half the summer.”
She placed it on a chair, and took
down one of her old dresses.
“ I’ll make some farmer’s wife glad
with this,” she said, as she shook out the
folds and held it up. “ Let’s see! Why,
there isn’t a hole in either sieve—skirt
all right—waist almost as good as new,
1 believe I can sell that dress second
hand for enough to buy me a bracelet.’*
The dress was laid beside the coat,and
she hauled out Gavett’s boots. The heel
of one was run over, and there was a hole
in the toe-of the other.
“ They’ll do for someone to plough in,”
she soliloquized, as she took them over
to the light. “ Some farmer—ah I Whv,
these are good boots ! I believe I could
get them fixed up for 50 cents so that
Thomas could wear them half the win
ter. I don’t believe in throwing any
thing away even if we are well off.”
The boots were set aside, and she took
down a bundle of children’s clothing.
“ Ah ! I can send these and make lit
tle hearts glad 1” she whispered as she un
tied the bundle. “The children have
outgrown them, and they will be a prize
to some Kansas Sakes alive 1 but
these garments are almost as good as the
day they were made up! I believe I can
sell them to the washerwoman for at least
$2, and as soon as I get $2 more I can
buy me anew braid.”
She tied the bundle up and stuck her
head into the closet and brought out an
other dress.
“ A hole in each elbow—skirt torn half
off,” she mused as she turned it over,
“ I’ll send this anyhow. Some mother
can take it and get enough cloth out of
the skirt to make her little girl a bran
new- . Here, what was I thinking of ?
Why, this is exactly the stuff I want for
the blue stripe in that new rag carpet.
If I’d known this dress was in the house
I’d have cut it up last week.”
She unlocked another closet, peered in
and hauled out Gavett’s old overcoat
one worn out and stained and kicked
around for a year.
“ That will do splendidly!” she said,
as she held it up. “It isn’t very nice,
but some farmer can wear it to chop in.
Ah! hold on! I want that lining to
made a cushion for my rocking chair,
and Jennie will want these buttons for
her string, and the rest of the coat’ll make
a beautiful rug to lay in front of the
lounge. I’d like to send it, but proba
bly it wouldn’t be appreciated, or proba
bly someone else will send a better
one.”
She rummaged around for a full hour,
and when she got through the chamber
her floors were piled high with old
“ duds.” Those she meant to keep were
placed on the right—those she meant to
send away on the left. On the left
w-as a wall-basket made of hoop-skirt
wire. She hasn’t sent the box yet, but
she means to. She knows that all should
contribute to the relief of the suffering
and distressed.
The Ages at which People Marry.
A comparative statement has been pub
lished of the ages at which marriages
are legal in the several States of Europe,
which is interesting and suggestive.
There is it is to be observed, a mark
difference in regard to the legal restric
tions between the Northern and South
ern countries, being the result, no doubt,
partly of moral, but mainlv of physical
reasons. The Danish or Russian youths
are several years slower than the Italians
or Spaniards in reaching physical puber
ty. In Russia marriage cannot be legal
ly contracted until the males are eigh
teen and the females sixteen, and in
Denmark until the males are twenty and
the females eighteen.
On the other hand, Spanish youth
marry at fourteen and twelve, and it is
the same in Greece and Hungary,
Italy, at a comparatively recent date,
has become more liberal and progres
sive, and the standard has been raised,
being now eighteen and fifteen respec
tively. The highest standard is found
in Baden and Hesse Darmstadt, where
a man must be twenty-five and a woman
twenty-one before they can legally mar
ry. The marital legislation of the south
of Europe seems to nave been generally
based on purely physical considerations,
while that of the north has taken into
account mental and moral maturity and
the capacity to engage in business, and
thus support a family. The paternal
care of the German governments for the
social well- being of their subjects is es
pecially apparent. France has, like
Italy, raised the standard of age, which
is now placed at eighteen and fifteen
respectively, and this is the general ten
dency.
Villainy of the most atrocious type
is not confined to sections. The body of
Miss Ada Marble, a young lady of irre
proachable character, who went out alone
to take a walk Sunday, near Harmony,
Maine, has been found in the river. In
dications point to-outrage and murder.