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OI K YUllMl FOLKS.
|.|I.IM> or Till: IIICHOHV TItKK.
HuiulruiU rind hundred* of year* ago,
Tin* 411011104 wlin lived in tin* ravaa lielow—
in liii!niiiu i iukl o tuutos unitor the earth,
Where mot tills lire no wu allowed to go—
(true wanted a lieimliliil (ureal tree
To bridge o'er a at ream nil u mountain height,
Amt, just a the Mill sunk into the
Ami the \ale grew dark wltti the ahudoa o( night
A thousand gnu nun repaired to the wissl
To hew down Hits grand old forest tree.
And under its drooping loughs they stood,
Ami Us drooping nuts they < ranked with glee.
The elves of lint ue (for each (lower then
In Hie agi aof old, had ila guardian sprite)
I.onked down from their homes nl the little men
And all were dismayed al the feurful sight,
Their Iswnlifiil home was in danger they knew,
Wheie they'd lived and loved so many years,
And they met in their leafy ilowers to view
The work of destruelioi. with siglm and tears,
tint the fairy l.u, who had gone to the sea
To visit the ((iietui of the Kelpie fays,
Had heard ot the peril of her dear tree,
And journeyed swiftly, through nights and daya;
And just as the King of the gohlln men,
Had lifted Ills ax for the first Iterre blow,
(she stood In her wonderful lieaiily, then,
And wit i; sail eyes begged thedwaifa logo;
The K ng of tin gnomes was eross and old
He saw not her beauty, nor pitied her then,
Itut her pleading eyes and her lorks of gold,
Had turned the heiartsof Ids hrave little men;
They turned and li ft him alone In the wood,
I'or they would not roh a fay of Imr home,
Hot lie vowed lie would come again, when lie could,
Ami make them afraid o! the little old gnome.
As soon as lin'd gone, the iremhling elves
Came quickly around tlieii heroine, f.o,
And wneli they had feasted and rested themselves,
And quailed a cup of I heir favorite dew,
They w oil I to w ink in I lie hours ol night
To tender their tree so liHrd and tough,
That the stem old dwarl-Klng, tty as he night,
1 odd 11.a render his axes cutting enough,
1/1 Idm ( Imp at 1 he wood as long as he dare.
And re, when the dwarf iliVf try II again,
hey gave up the hopeless task In despair;
And up to lids very day we see
wood so enduring so hardy and fair.
As I he wood of Hie beautiful llieknrv tree.
Al 11 i'yrk JViliunt•
.fOK, TilK ('llf MI’ANZKK.
When in England I was very much in
terested iu the monkeys at tin 1 zoolog
ical gardens, Logout's Park, London.
There were hundreds of all kinds and
sizes, from the gigantic orang-outang to
tiny creatures not much bigger than a
large rats These monkeys had a spacious
glass house, heated by steam; and as a
tropical temperature was always niaiu
tninnd, tall palms and luxurious vines
grew so vigorously within its Avail that I
have no doubt the tptaint inmates sup
posed themselves in their native haunts.
They chattered and scolded each other,
wildly elmsed stray little dogs and kit
tens, and really seemed to know so much
that I half-believed an old keeper, who
told me the only reason they did not
talk, was because they could make them
selves well enough understood without.
Many funny stories l heard of their
sagacity. One 1 recall of a nurse who
shook a naughty little boy in the pres
ence of some of the mother monkeys,
whereupon all the old monkeys began
shaking all the young ones until it seemed
as if their poor little heads would drop
off.
Hut, interested in all the singular In
habitants of tl 10 house, I grew attached
to Joe, the young chimpanzee who had
brought a baby from the coast of
Guinea the winter before. He had a lit
tle room on tin* sunny side of the mon
key house, with a stove, table, chnirs
and a couple of bods arranged like the
berths in the state room of an ocean
steamer. Besides he had a man all to
himself, to wait upon him; and it was no
wonder the other monkeys were jealous
of’his superior quartern and the defer
ence paid him; for while Joe was not
handsome he was worth more money
than all the others put together. He was
worth his great sum because he belonged
to the most intelligent and interesting
species of the monkey family, and only
one or two of his kinsfolk has over been
seen in Europe, while the only one the
zoological society had ever owned, had
died of lung fever before he had in
habited his comfortable quarters many
mouths. Joe was as tall as an average
boy of eight, or ten years. He wore a
thick cloth roundabout, and a low, flat,
trencher cap such as the Oxford students
delight in.
One day I walked to the door of his
room and knocked. The keeper said:
"Gome in," and ns I did so Joe walked
erect over the floor to me. polled oil'his
cup with his left hand, amt put out his
right to shake mine. When tsaid: ‘‘lt
is a tine morning," he bowed briskly;
hut when l added; " Are you pretty
well, Joe?” he shook his head and looked
very sober. The keeper explained:
"Joe had a cold, and that made him
very low spirited" Joe-was listening
attentively; and when the man finished,
he shivered and drew up the collar of his
jacket round his hairy throat, as if to
confirm the statement. I gave him an
apple, which lie looked at a moment,
then opened the door of the oven of his
stove, and put it in out of sight. Seem
ing to understand that the tire was low',
In- pulled a basket from under the lower
l*erth and took some hits of wood from it
to the stove. Then the keeper handed
him a match, and he lighted a tire as
cleverly as any Yankee boy I ever saw.
"Show the lady how you read the
'J'init s, Joe,” said the keoj>er. Joe drew
up a elmir, tilted it back a little, spread
liis legs apart, opened the sheet, turned
it until lie found the page he wanted,
tlu'n settled himself into the exact posi
tion of the comfortable English gentleman
who supi>oseu the Times in printed for
his exclusive use. It was impossible to
help laughing, and the sly twinkle in his
narrow eye assured us that Joe himself
knew how funny it was. Quite a crowd
hud gathered at the open door of his
room, ami as he noticed it, ho put his
hand in his pocket drew out the one eye
glass Englishmen so particularly affect.,
and put it to his eye looking as weakly
w ise as 1 J Duudreary himself. After
h little w tired of so many specta
n'h ' ' bur and quietly shut the
door in he
1 ■ ■" ’ ' he would do some
-1 ’ 11 ' usement, he re
me:o id ?us apt . u stove oven.
Hium. tl-mv lie t, \h, >f the door,
out slid.. drew oaok, fo. was hot.
•He laughed ■ .* it ids dr- Attire
VG ieh he took m g. od part. *too
mg a moment, then used his pocket
handkerchief as deftly as a duint v lady
would to accomplish his purpose! Hut
if the door was hot, the apple, .Toe logi
cally reasoned, must bo hotter; so he
ventured not to touch it before opening
his knife. Wondering wlmt he was go
ing to do, I found him sticking the
blade into the apple and bringing it out
in triumph. The keeper gave him a
plate, and after letting the apple cool a
little lie offered it to us. We courteously
declined, but the servant tasted, explain
ing that Joo did not like to eat anything
alone. Thou Joe followed, but did no.
like the flavor, and being asked if it was
sour, he nodded. We were told that he,
in common with the other monkeys, like
oranges and bananas better than any
other fruits.
Vet he kept tasting a little of the apple
from a spoon while the keeper told us
how the sailors who Imped to capture his
mother only succeeded in bringing him
off alive after they had killed her. They
had hard work to keep him alive on
board ship, but found a warm nook for
him by the galley tire. He was in fair
health when they landed, so they ob
tained the large price offered by the
zoological gardens; but in spite of the
most devoted care, he seemed to lan
guish in his new home.
“Do you love me, .Toe?” the man ended
his story with. Joe nodded, smiled, and
put his head lovingly on the other’s
shoulder. As we left that day .Toe took
his hat, cane, and heavy wrap, and es
corted us to the great door of the monkey
house, shaking our hand as w bade him
good-bye.
Another time when T called he was
taking tea, using milk and sugar and
handling cup and saucer as if lie had
been familiar with them from hissiavliest
days. He motioned us to take chairs.
We did so, and he jump! and up, found
cups for us, and then passed a plate of
biscuits, laughing with glee as we took
one. I have taken tea with many curi
ous individuals, but never expect to be
so honored again as to be invited by a
chimpanzee. Noticing Ids hand was
feverish I found his pulse was ldi). I
said, “What is the matter with him?”
“Consumption is wlmt kills all of
them,” the man answered, low, just as if
talking before a human invalid.
From that day .Toe faded rapidly, and
one morning, under the heed of “Great
Goss,” the Times announced that 110
died at midnight.
[ went down at once to see the keeper,
whose grief .1 knew would be keen. Ha
told me how for days .Ice could only be
persuaded to take foe 1 by seeing him eat
and hearing him praise it, how he made
him sleep in his berth by his side, and
when dCath came, held his hand through
all his Inst struggle. The man's voice
was actually choked with sobs as 110 said.
“It don’t seem light, indeed it don’t, not
to have a funeral for him! He ought to
have had it.” I never heard .Toe had any
funeral, but I did hear that lie was
stuffed, and looks more like a big boy
than wiienhe was alive.— Mrs. Anic Saw
yer Downs, in Deeembe Wide-Awake.
An Incident of Jealousy.
A great many people makq themselves
unhappy by needless suspicion aud jeal
ousy. They cannot reason tliemselves
out of it, for as Shakespeare says:
Jealous souls will not lie answeio<i so,
They are not jealous for a cause,
But jealous for th.'y’re jealous.
It is therefore more easy to ridicule jeal
ousy than to argue with it. An old Ger
man who lived in Baden, aud was af
flicted with this malady, wns suddenly
called to Frankfort. While there the
pangs of the green-eyed monster seized
him and he rushed to a clairvoyant.
This prohetess closed her eyes and
said slowly,
“ I see a young aud beautiful woman
looking out of the window.”
“ That’s my wife,” said the poor man
to himself; ‘* f wonder what in the world
she is looking out of the window for?”
" She is evidently very anxious to see
someone," continued the sleeper.
The husband began to feel like a pin
cushion full of pins.
“ Ah, there he is, sha soes him now,
and how her face lights np with joy.
“Oh, heavens!” cried the excittsl hus
band, “how I wish I wns there,” and
his eyes flashed in a very dangerous way.
“Now,” said the clairvoyant slowly,
“ she rushes down to the front door to
meet him.”
Here great drops of perspiration began
to gather on the man’s brow. He had
heeu looking for jnisitive proof for a long
time, and he had it to his heart’s con
tent.
“And now,” said tire seer, “she takes
his head lietween her hands, calls him
•her precious’ aud 4 her darling,’ and
kisses him again and again.”
This was really too much. The poor
man trembled iu every limb.
“And he," continued the seer,
jumps alnuit the room as though he were
mail with delight, and barks, and wags
his tail.”
•• Barks and wags his tail?” cried the
frantic husbaud, “ for heaven’s sake
what are you talkiug about?”
“ Oh,” said the seer, “I think I for
got to tell you that it is a dog that I have
Inven looking at this time. X. Y.
Herald.
Benefleial Effect of Vexation.
A French paper mentions the follow
ing as a fact: “A shoeing smith, resid
ing in the Hue Priuccsse, who hail been
for some time partially deprived of the
use of his legs by rheumatism, perceived
that some thief had taken away a num
ber of horse-shoes. Ho was so excited
by this discovery that a profuse perspi
ration burst out all over him, which to
his amazement, had the effect of restoring
the use of his legs, aud the first use he
made of his recovered powers was to
walk to the commissary of polioe to make
declaration pi tim Urdu "
How Famous Writers Work.
It Is curious to recall the manner in
which “The Great” seek inspiration
and how they work.
M. Alexandre Dumas, fils, is a morn
ing worker ; the dawn finds him already
up. Ilu salutes her with a genial coun
tenance. His lial>itunl good humor
proves that his health and his mental
faculties are in complete equilibrium.
He is hungry immediately on rising and
attacks a gixxl plate of soup urith the
eagerness of a rustic. After that he
seats himself before a largo secretary
and writes until noon—in negligent
dress, as you may suppose. M. le Comte
do Button, before entering his study, al
ways put on his court dress, did not for
get bis sword, and did not deign, except
fti lace cuffs, to occupy himself with the
humble animals whoso history he was
writing.
There sire few coats more threadbare
than those of the master of all. I have
named M. Victor Hugo. M. Hugo is
also an early riser, hut he does not live
on soup. Before noon he lives only on
his thoughts. Ho writes a great deal
and his heart is in the work. In his long
xvalks he prepares the work of th® mor
row, and as his memory is prodigious he
has only to write out xvhat, his faithful
memory dictates. He has often related
to his friends that in his youth, during a
rainy winter, he was occupied with his
“ Marion Delorme.” He had chosen as
a place of exercise, under shelter, the
Passage du Sanuion.
The first act, a marvelous commence
ment, full of passion, poetry, and fire,
was the work of two afternoons spent in
promenading in the passage of dingy
shops, where were sold, side by side,
stockings. straw mattings, and butchers’
caps.
Lamartine, another early riser, ex im
posed Ins most beautiful A T erseson horse
back. That was a habit worthy of an
aristocratic poet, a lover of the open air
and of heaven, who, not possessing the
Pegasus of heroic days, gave xvings to aii
English saddle horse. Byron, showed
this sportive taste, probably booause he
hud a club foot. cj
The poet, beloved of lovers, Musset,
adored the reveries of evening. But it
was not under blue heaven, by the splen
dor of the stars, that he evoked the muse
of night, whose voice still vibrates in
young hearts. It was in, the glare of
candles, at the angle of a table reddened
by overflowing cups.
George Sand always wrote at night.
Lady of the manor during the day, de
voted to her guests, making preserves
and engaged in needlework, it was at 1
o’clock in the morning, when the cha
teau was fast asleep, that the genius
awakened and gave to us “
“Francois de Chainpi,” “ Oousuelo,”
and a hundred other works. —Paris pa
per.
He Outprayed ’Em.
At Atchisoii, Kas., the women crusa
ders visited a liquor-saloon, anil tried by
praying to induce the proprietor of the
saloon to close liis place. The proprietor
invited the ladies to seats, and asked
them to pray, and then offered himself
the following prayer:
“Almighty Creator in heaven! Thou
who hast made the heaven and earth,
aud created man in Thine own image as
ruler of this earth! Whilst animals are
living on grass and water, Thou didst
touch Tliv servant Noah to make wine,
anil thou*didst not punish him for mak
ing intemperate use of it. At the wed
ding of Oana, Thine only Son, Jesus
Christ, transformed water into wine when
the juice of the grape was exhausted,
that the enjoyment of the guests might
not lie disturbed. The great reformer,
Martin L" tlier, said: ‘‘ He who does
not love wine, woman and song, remains
a fool all his life long.” And all the
great men upon this earth have been
drinking of the wine Thou hast given Thy
children upon this earth. Oh Lord! we
pray Thee, have pity upon these women
hero who are not grateful for Thy gifts,
who want to make Thy children like the
beasts of the field anil to compel them to
drink water like an ox, while they dress
extravagantly and lend their husbands by
other extravagances not tending to our
well-being, to bankruptcy, depriving
tln'm of all pleasures of this world, yea
driving them to suicide.
“(.) Lord! have merev upon these la
dies: look upon them; they wear not even
the color of the face which Thou hast
given them, but they are sinning against
Thee, and, not content with nature,
paint their faces. 0 Lord! Thou eanst
also perceive that their figure is not as
Thou lirst made it; but they wear humps
upon their backs liko camels; Thou seost,
O Lord, that their head-dress consists of
false lmir, and when they open their
mouths Thou seest their false teeth. 0
Lord! these women want men who will
patiently accept all this without using
the power Thou hast given to man that
all women shall Vie subject to man. They
will not boar the burdens of married life,
aud obey Tliy commands to multiply and
replenish the earth, but they are too
lazy to raise their children: and O Lord!
Thou knowestUie crimes they commit, 0
Lord! have mercy upon them aud take
them back unto Thy bosom, take follv
out of their hearts, give them oominon
sense, that they may see their own fool
ishness, aud grant that they may become
good aud worthy citizens of our beloved
City of Atchison. O Lord! we thank
Thee for all the blessings bestowed upon
us, aud ask thee to deuver us from all
evils, especially hypocritical women, and
Tliine shall be the praise for ever aud
ever. Amen. ”
Try to Flease.
“ Wliat is the secret of the success of
Miss -i—?”—one of the belles in Wash
ington—we asked of a friend. “She
does not appear remarkably intellectual,
and she is not very beautiful. ”
“No,” said the person addressed,
“but she tries to please people.”
And this was the secret of her being
loved.
Auuf Sally’s Talks.
“ I’m almost tuckered' out! What’s
the matter ? Matter ’nuff. I’ve been
over to Henry’s, taking care of his sick
wife. Guests if they hadn’t l>eeu able to
get me, old as T am, they’d have had a
bouncing big doctor’s bill to pay. What
ails her? Well, I call it infernal non
sense. Maybe you never heard of the
disease, and I’ll explain. J ust wait a
minit. ”
The old lady took a liberal pinch of
snuff, dusted off her nose on her check
apron, and said:
“ We tried to bring that l>oy up sen
sible, but when he was away to college
lie got struck on this gal, and we never
knowed he was married, until he brought
her home. Lands ! but you could have
knocked me down with a feather!
When they driv up I thought Henry had
brnng homo a big wax doll for Emma’s
little gal. When he jffflkl to me;
* Mother, this is my wife, Mollie,’ I
should have swooned away, only I
thought my emptings might run over be
fore they could bring me to. There she
was, a green young thing, hardly taller
than a boot-jack, face painted, false
hair, Jaced to kill, eyebrows blackened,
and proud as Lucifer of her small feet.
I was rollin’ out pie-crust, and the thing
took me so sudden and fiustrated me so
much that I put a pie to bake with
nothing but my spectacles between the
crusts. ”
She held the spectacles up to the light,
polished up the brass hows a bit bn her
knee, and went on :
, “ Wo had to put up with it, but I told
Henry how it would be, and I believe he
lias repented in sackcloth and ashes
more’n u dozen times. She was a fash
ionable doll. She couldn’t sew, sweep,
bake, dust, darn or make her own bed.
She’d laced till her ribs were all-out of
shape. She’d been so fashionable about
her stockings mid shoes and clothes that
she had a chronic sore throat, and one
lung was half gone with consumption.
She’d painted till her face was blotchy.
She'd drawled around until she bad a
gait between a limp and crawl. That’s
the kind of a wife he brought home to
be bis consolation and help-meet. His
father could do the work of two men,
and I could get up a dinner for twenty
harvest hands and keep the leach run
ning, and he expected us to be father
and mother to that doll!”
She shut her lips, trotted her foot,
and it was a long time before she could
go on :
“They live across the road there.
She liain’t seen a dozen well days since
lie brought her home, nor done an
hour’s work. I’ve been over soaking
her feet, making her heel) tea, combin’
her hair, fixin’ up gruel, and tollin’ her
slovenly hired girl what’s xvhat, but I’m
discouraged. She may live a few months,
but she’s certain to die within a year,
and I don’t know but she’ll be better
off. I tell ye, Uncle Bichard, a wife
who is good for nothin’ but to fill a cor
set an’ show off fine duds can’t git to
heaven any too soon. That’s where she
belongs. There are no husbands up
there. Babies in heaven never squall.
They don’t hate to be washed and
dressed. There is no cookin’ or washih’
or bakin’ or cleanin’ house. Angels
don’t have to plan or pitch or darn.”—
Fn e Press. _
The Bravest of the Brave.
Michael Ney was born in Saarlouis, in
1769. His early years were devoted to
the study of law, but, disliking the con
finement, he entered the army as a pri
vate hussar, in 1787. He distinguished
himself during the first years of the
Revolutionary war, and in 1796 he rose
to the rank of Brigadier General in the
French armJ. During the reign of Na
poleon he became a Marshal of the Em
pire, and was created Prince de la
Moskwa and a Peer of France. When
Napoleon was sent to Elba he retired to
his country seat, and lived in retirement
until the Emperor’s return, when he
again joined his fortunes with those of
Napoleon. Hitherto one motive alone—
sincere patriotism—had controlled his
every action, and a personal or family
interest had never been permitted to
swerve him from his love of country.
He professed to think the returb of Na
poleon would be an injury to France,
and his progress ought to be checked.
On taking leave oi Loyis XVM., he
made many protestations of zeal and
fidelity to the King, and expressed his
determination to stay the progress 6f
Napoleon. Arriving at Besancon Ney
found the whole country hastening to
meet the coming Emperor, and at Lyons
the Dukes d’Artois and d’Angouleme ac
knowledged the fruitlossness of the en
deavor to check the popular enthusi
asm of Napoleon which had seized the
troops of Ney’s command. Impelled by
this popular current* Ney and his army
joined Napoleon, and fought under his
banners until Waterloo was lost. After
the conclusion of that eventful day, Ney
was advised to leave France, but re
fused, and retired to his country seat to
await his fate. He was soon arrested
and brought to trial, but, his colleagues
and companions in arms haring declared
themselves incompetent to form a court
martial whereby to judge him, the af
fair was carried to the House of Peers,
by whom he was tried and condemned
for treason. On the 7th of December,
1815, Marshal Ney, one of the most brill
iant officers the world has ever seen,
who had fought arid won many desper
ate battles for France, but never one
against her, was shot as a traitor.
John B. Gough has been a publio
speaker for thirty-eight years, and has
never met an audience that he did not
feel like running away from. The older
lie grows the more timid he becomes.
He was so frightened in Spurgeon’s
church that he was obliged to calm him
self in the vestry. He has frequently
been compelled to walk up and down a
street in front ©f a lecture hall in order
to cool off'. He says that the trouble
with a platform orator is that his best
stories do not take with the audience.
HUMORS OF THE DAT.
! A celebrated case — Switzer Kase.
T urn sof t huts supply a long felt w ant.
Titn balloonist’s home is one flight up.
Help us, Cassius (cash 11s,) or xve
• ifink.
j fin virtuous and you will l>—a euri
| osity. —Modern Argo.
Lovin’ a cottage is more common than
lovin’ the mistress.
A certain grocer calls his scales “am
bush” because they lie in weight.
Some men are called muffs lieoause
they are used to keep a flirt’s hand in.
The l>e,st of us are very apt to he
mealy-mohthed about three times a day.
The deaf man who had a scolding wife
remarked, “Man wants but little hear
below. ”
The experiment lias been tried often
enough to prove that a jack-knife is not
a night-key.
“WEim, wife, you can’t say I ever
contracted bad habits.” “ No, sir, you
generally expand them.”
What tree in the forest would be most
likely to be known by its bark? We
should think the dog wood.
Tn-i choir doesn’t care so much for the
congregational singing. It looks out for
tlio main chants.— Boston Trammelpt.
“He’s an honest .young man,” said the
saloon-keeper, with an approving smile;
“he sold his note to pav Iris whisky
bill.”
Puck speaks of a Western New York
man who cures all diseases by immersion
in cold water, and calls him a “chnalo
path. ” 1
Evert maajn St. Louis owns a dog.
The object is to increase the puppy
lation until it rivals that of Chicago.—
Bouton Globe.
VI am a man of few words,” said
Preiulergnst, “True enough,” replied
Fog, “true enough; but you never tire
of repeating them. ”
A man xvrites to an editor for $4 “ be
cause he is so terribly short,” and gets
in reply the heartless response, “ I)o as
I do; stand up on a chair.”
An Ohio man has taken the small-pox
from a pet pig. When once this disease
gets into a family it is pretty sure to go
through it. —Galveston News '.
Young clergyman at a clerical meet
ing: “I merely throw out the idea.”
Old minister: “ Well, I think that is
toe best thing you can do with it. ”
An Illinois exchange says: “Peoria
distilleries are now feeding 16,860 head
of cattle.” And furnishing drink to as
many more. 110 doubt.”— Pick's Sun.
“Would you like to look through the
big telescope ?” asked one girl of another.
To which the latter replied: “No, I’d a
great deal rather look through a kev
liole.”
Mr. Ever was married to Miss Joy.
The friends of the victims were shocked
when the press called her “a thing of
beauty,” because she was “a Joy for
Ever.”
A newspaper commenting on the fact
that a farmer nearly lost his life by sink
ing in a quagm he, adds: “Men who do
not subscribe for a paper must expect
to be sucked in every now and then.
When you hear a young lady very
carefully say, “I haven’t saw,” von may
be quite confident that slie is a recent
graduate from one of the most thorough
of our numerous female seminaries.
A pupil of the Latip school being con
fined to his room by sickness, was called
upon by a young friend. “Wliat,
Charley,” said the visitor, “sick, eh?”
“Yes;” was the answer, “sic stun!"
De Bbancas was very absent-minded.
He called one day at a friend’s house, and
asked if he we’re in. “No, sir,” replied
the servant, “he was buried eight days
ago, and you were one of the pall-bear
ers.”
We’ll bet a cent that not a man who
has blown out the gas and been suffo
cated during the past ten years, ever
took and read his county paper. Now is
the time to subscribe.— Steubenville
llcrald.
Women’s Shoes.
It has sometimes seemed as if horses
were as badly shod as could be, but
women are even worse shod at the pres
ent day. \ /
Many years ago the school-books
used to contain illustrations of the feet
and shoes of the Chinese ladies, whicli
furnished an unfailing source of mirth
and ridicule to the American youth.
Now fashionable women in this coun
try wear a very similar style of shoe,
with its elevated heel under the middla
of the foot and its pinched toe.
Our esteemed contemporary, the New
York Tim?#, says that sensible women
would be very glad to wear shoes of a
different pattern, but they are not to be
found at the shoe stores, nor is it easy to
get them made to order.
Perhaps in time it will come to walk
ing about on stilts—which the fashiona
ble heels of the day approach in alti
tude.
There is one thing about it; if girls
think small calves becoming, they are
sure to get them by wearing liigh
heeled shoes. How little women realize
the draught upon their symmetry and
beauty which these high heels make I
If they did realize it, no woman in the
country would have one on a week from,
to-day.— Now York Ledger.
Mant of the Hindoos still think that
the leader of the Sepoy rebellion, Nana
Sahib, is yet bring, and that he is in
America, a region as vague to them as
the dominions of Prester John were to
the mediae valists. Although his death
was announced twenty years ago, the
truth or falsity of it was not then, nor
has it since been, ascertained. He
alight be alive, so far as his age goes,
for he would not now he more than 60
years old,