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HOME JOURNAL REENESBORO, ; GEORGIA An Animal’s Intelligence. In the summer of 1879 a three-year old heifer of my shorthorn herd sudden ly disappeared. Diligent search failed to find her anywhere on the premises. Late in the day my herdsman, to my ut ter amazement, informed me that “De heifer is up in de barn chamber.” Sure enough, there she was. She had climbed s steep flight of stairs of fifteen steps, turned a sharp corner and landed safo and sound. She did not jnmp out of the window, as at the time 1 was wishing she would. What induced her to attempt the peril ous feat 1 know not, for nothing was there to attract her. Very probably in escaping from the horns of one of the others she had started up’ a few steps, and being unable to turn had been forced to continue on. I was compelled to have her thrown down, her heels tied, and to slip her down stairs on a smooth plank. Bc{ this is not all. The next fall, attracted by the com stowed there, this same heifer went up a second timesed toP two oows with her. You can imagine my disgust when I found them there quietly munching the com just as if they hod been accustomed all their lives to walk up stairs to dinner. On this oc casion Iwas possessed of engineering ex perience. To throw them down, being as tamo as dogs, to tie their feet and slip them down os before, unharmed, was only a qnostion of hands and rope. ''A Laughable Mistake. The Boston Advertiser says that a laughable incident occurred during the rcoent visit of the American Society of Civil Engineers to Lowell, where they were the guests of Mr. J. B. Francis, whose residence is in close proximity to that of Governor Butler. Mr. Francis had provided carriages for the convey ance of his guests (about seventy in num ber) from tho railway station to his dwelling, and os they moved slowly in the direction of Governor Butler’s place many rumors woro set afloat regarding the nature of tho delegation they con tained. When within a short distance of the Governor’s house a lady, who also re sides in the neighborhood, relieved the curiosity of tho inquiring crowd hy ven turing tho observation that tho visitors must be the convicts from Concord Pison on their way to pay their respects lo Governor Butler for his kindness imd leniency toward them. This “news” spread like wildfire and a stampede was instantly modo in tho direction of the Governor’s house to sec them alight and enter in. Tho disap pointment of tho would-be sightseers when they discovered that instead of the Concord convicts the carriages contained only a lot of civil engineers paying a visit to tho ex-President of their society can easily be imagined. lie Thought He We* at Koine, Those persons who enjoy seeing • haughty spirit suffer a full should have Jieen on board oue of the sleeping curs attached to a through train from Chicago to Boston, a short time ago. Among the passengers wore a mi< Idle-aged man and woman from the remote West, who had evidently come upon sudden riches, and were devoting all their energies to advertising the fact. They were gor geously dressed; the woman sported an" quantity of diamouds, and no occasion for informing the other passengers of the wealth nud position of their familv waa suffered to pass unimproved. They had with them n plug of a l>oy, about four teen years old, whoso restlessness and general bad manners made ail the In mates of the car except his fond parents wish him dead. One morning after the parents had dressed themselves, they discovered that their hopeful son wna stiU slumber ing, and the mother set to work to arose him. Repeated calls failing to have any effect, she finally hnd recourse to thumps and digs in the ribs, whereupon the boy, evidently dreaming that he was at home and being stirred up to perform some accustomed duty, bawled out: “You let me alone and go feed the bogs yourself!” A joyous smile enlivened the features of the rest of the travelers at this unexpected and eompletc ‘•'give away.”—Boston Journal. Supposing a C**e. Let n* suppose a hungry man goe* into a restaurant, and orders dinner. He finds it excellent, and devours if with a relish, Worcester sauce, proba bly. If he encores that dinner by thumping on the floor with hfe cane, and shouting “bravo!” until he is hoarse, the proprietor of that hashery does not furnish the enthusiastic a second dinner, except on the express understanding that he is to pay for two meals, instead of one. A man goes into a cigar store, invests a nickel in cigar, and, upon lighting it, discovers that it is very fine. That man may stamp the heels off hie boots, but under no circumstances does the tobacconist come forward, with a gracious bow and beaming smile, and hand out a complimentary cigar; at least, we have never noticed anything of the kind. These things being so, how does it happen that an intelligent audience that has paid a dollar a head admission will go on as if they were going to tear the opera-house down if the performers do not duplicate the programme and give them two dollars, worth instead of one. If the performance is so much better than the audience expected, it seems to ns that it would be more reasonable for them to hand over another dollar apiece at the ticket office as they passed out after the performance was over. We have never observed any Austin audience do that thus far, and we have watched them closely as they passed out. THE SEVEN STAGES. Onljsbaby. Kissed and caressed. Gently held to a mother’s breast. Only a child, Toddling alone, Brightening now its happy home. Only a boy, Trudging to school, Governed now by sterner rule. Only s youth, laving in dreams, Fall of promise life now seems. Only s father, Burdened with care, Silver threads in dark-brown hair Only a graybeard, Toddling again, Orowing old and full of pain. Only a mound, O’ergrown with grass, Breams unrealized—rest st last. AN OLD WOMAN’S STORY. Many years ago a girl and her great grandmother sat together—the girl in tears. Said Great-grandmamma Hudson, sitting very straight, not lolling, at her eighty-eight years, as did her great grandchildren of eighteen: foVMthink old folks are fools, but old folks know that young folks “ That is because you’re old, grandma, ” sobbed Linda. “No; it is because I was once yonng," said the old lady. “ But he is the only one I shall ever love,” said Linda. “Papa is cruel to me. Why does he think ill of Lewis V He knows nothing about him. I shall die if we are separated.” “I was going to die, too,” said great grandmother, “but I didn’t.” “ Oh, tell me, please,” cried Linda, “had you a lover; did they separate you? I never knew you had a love story—that is, that kind of one.” “Yes,” said the old lady. “I had a lover. You can have many lovers, lint never more than ono father and mother. Folks think of that when it’s too late. When father said that Cecil was Lord knows who, and ho should not come to see me, I remember I almost hated him for it. When mother said she didn’t like him either, I almost hated her. Cruel creatures that stood between me and my young lover—that was what my parents seemed to mo then; and I was worse than you, my dear, ever so much worse, for it seemed to me wicked that any one should take it for granted a man was not worthy of love because he was a stranger, and I mado preparations to run away with Cecil and marry him at Gretna Green. Everything was ready; I had my jewolry in my bosom and my little Imudle on my arm, nnd was creep ing out of a side door that led into the garden when a bond came down on my shoulder and a voice cried out: “’ My girl, is this the way you use us!’ and there was my father. “ My father’s face was white as a ghost and liis hand shook os he held mine. “ 'X)h, father, father I’ I cried, “if you would only let mo hove my will in this ono thing. You can’t mako a ginl love ofr hate hy saying so.’ ! “ Ho stood, holding me firm and fast. “ ‘lt is Emeliue who has betrayed me,’ I said; and though they would never admit it I knew the maid proved false. “ Well, they locked me up in my room. How often f orieJ out, ‘ I shall (fie if J am separated from Cecil.’ “I am very old, but when-I think of it tho old pain oomes bock again. His eyes were like black diamonds, nnd he had an olive cheek and full red lips, nnd yonr men with podded shoulders nml tliin arms and legs and hollow chests wouldn’t look like men, standing beside him. “ It was a dreary time and nay health broke down under it, I hnd a fever, nud when I was well again the doctor said I must have a change; so mother decided to take me to the seaside ; but first we were to go by stage-coach to Loudon and visit an aunt there. '• It was the day of stage-coaches and the day of highwaymen. '<ioing over a certain common on oue way coaches hnd more than ouce been stopped. The men were aimed always and the women trcmUed when they saw horsemen riding toward them. “ ‘Your money or your life,’ was their word, and they kept it, “ ‘lf we should moot the highway men !’ said my mother; hut I was not afraid. I didn’t care whom we suet or what happened to me. “We rode away from our home iu the bright daylight, and stopped for dinner and to change horses at an inn; then we rode on again. It would be night long before we reached Loudon. E sat in the coach with my head on my mother's shoulder, thinking of just one thing— Cecil. Should I never see him again— never, never, never ? Would he not follow me and curry me off by force? Could I not somehow let him know and escape from my aunt's house in London and he married, m that no one could part ns ? Oh, I was so miserable—mis erable. Nothing like making plans that can come to nothing and burst like hub bies when we hare thought them, for wretchedness. 1 'TU aftantnnu faded flat and J w s.-.t The moms roan “ ‘See what a lovely moon !’ said my mother. But I had not cored to look at the moon since I saw her over the gar den wall that night I had tried to run away. Bumble went the coach, crack went the whip. “Suddenly there was a tumult. “ ‘Gentlemen,’ cried the guard—'gen tlemen, I’m afraid we are to have some trouble here. See to your weapons, gen tlemen !’ “Then the coach come to a stand. “The shrieking women clung together. Four masked men rode to the door. The coachman and guards lay in a ditch. One of the gentlemen was bound; the other was old and lame. They were rifling his pockets while he was scream ing. They took out a gold watch, purse, and his snuff-box with diamonds on it They had already the other’s money. “Then one—the largest, the hand somest figure—bent over us. “ ‘Don’t fear, ladies,’ he said in a soft voice. ‘Ail we want is whatever valu ables you may have about von.’ “Mamma began to scream. “The lady who sat next to her fainted. "We could not see the man's face, for he was masked, and we were in the shadow of the coach. “ ‘ Something shines on yonr finger,’ be said; ‘let me see it.’ “He caught at a chain on which I wore a locket with a carl of Cecil’s hair. “ * Don’t take that!’ I cried. • Don’t take that 1’ “ I clutched it. Our heads were close together. I saw his chin and mouth under his mask. At the same moment my face was thrust into the moonlight. “ ‘ Amy 1’ I heard him whisper to himself, and I knew Cecil. “ Meanwhile something had happened. Two gentlemen had ridden up—the one who had been bound was free. Foj “ Many had good birth, education and manners. Yes, a bad man I But hop could I hate him all at once? I stood that my father had been rigJjSst parting us ; bat those lips had-raWl me—those hands held mine, once the tables had been turned the robbers. " Then one had ridden away; two were bound and one lay bleeding. This last one was Cecil. “ I knew now that my father had not been wrong. Cecil was even worse than he thought him. He was a highway man, a bad man and the companion of bad men—a creature who cut purses on the public road. “ They were not all ignorant men, these highwaymen, by any means. “ ‘The ladies need fear no longer,’ said one of the gentlemen. ‘ Those fel lows ore not in a condition to molest them.’ “ Then he said (men didn’t say such high-flown things then): ‘How merciful is the gentler sex I It is compassionate to the erring as well os tho virtuous.’ “ For I had torn my hand from my mother’s, and knelt beside Cecil. “They thought I pitied a wounded robber—that was all; hut this is what we whispered in the darkness: “'Amy, you know what I am now; hut I love you.’ “And I answered: ‘Cecil, I hate your deeds without hating you.’ “Those were the last words we ever spoke to each other—the very last.” "Did yon ever see him again?” asked the girl. “Oh, grandmamma 1 never again ?” The old woman looked into her eyes. “He was a very bad man, my dear,” she said, “very had; and I never saw him agniu. I believe he died a shameful death one day at the hands of the execu tioner. But, you see, it was because I have been young, not because I am old, that I said you young folks were fools. “It was a good while—yes, a ‘good while—after that night in the stage conah before I came to my senses suffi ciently to thank dear papa for his watch fulness over me, aud lie really glad that I had never been Cecil’s wife; but I did nt Inst, my doar—l did at last; and I married my good husband, your great grandfntlier—whom yon never saw; und we were always happy. The heart of woman is a mystery and has been since Eve, my little girl.” Tlie Ashland Murder. The jury in the case of Ellis Craft, ouo of the Ashland murderers on trial nt Grayson, Ky., after a brief deliberation, found the prisoner guilty. Two nighta before Christmas, 1881, Mr. and Mrs. ,T. W. Gibbons, living iu Ashland, Ky., went visiting, leaving nt home their son Robert, n da lighter Fanny, aged fourteen, and Miss Emma Thomas, aged seventeen. In the night the house was entered by men, whe assaulted the girls aud then murdered them. Robert Giblions was also killed. The heads of all three were split with a hatchet. The men then saturated the -girls’ clothing with oil and set lire to the house, which was burned t the ground. William Neal and George Ellis, married men, and Ellis Craft, a single man, were arrested on January 2, 1882, on suspicion, and George Ellis made a confession to Con stable Heflin. On November 1, 1882, while the troops guarding the prisoners were on their way to the steamer Granite State they were attacked by a mob. At Ashland the steamer was overtaken and another attack was made. The soldiers returned the five, and five or six persons were killed aud about twenty-five wounded. A Personal Favor. Here is a characteristic story of an old man. A short time ago, when about to enter his carriage, an acquaintance was passing his house in Fifth avenue. It was a prominent Hebrew financier, weighing about two hundred and fifty pounds. • “1 will drive you down town," said the old man. “Many thanks, Governor," mas the answer, "the doctors order me to walk down town every day to reduce mv flesh.” “Never mind the doctors; you just get in sc a personal favor to me. ” The two hundred and fifty pounds got into the carriage and down town they went at a rattling pace. When they ar rived at Exchange place, the old man began carefully to examine his vehicle, and said to his two hundred an I fifty pound companion; “I asked you to drive down w ;tb me because this is anew carriage, and I wanted to give it a trial.”—jV. K Hour. GambiAKg Victims.-v The last suicide at Monte Carlo, the great gambling hell, by a distinguished officer whose name is withheld out of consideration for his family, makes, it is said, the twelfth since October. The management has provided an exquisite cemetery for these victims. Fortunes ore lost every year at Monte Carlo. JAY GOULD’S PLAN. la Extensive Tear in the East rroposed- Ilinlnterest la Certain Stork* end Opinion ol the Market. An interview with Mr. Jay Gould is printed in the New York Timex, in which he is reported as saying if his yacht is finished by next June he will probably sail a month after. The yacht will ac commodate a party of twenty besides the crew. Mr. Gould does not yet know who will accompany him. He will winter next year in the Mediterranean. His ob ject is to visit the East and India, and nis second winter will be passed in the latter country. He does not know how long he will be away, but has arranged his affairs so that everything will go on smoothly. Being asked if he thought his absence would have any effect on the stock.market he said: “Not the slightest effect. I have not been an active operator in stocks for two years. lam interested in certain cor porations, and am contented with those.” “Shall you take any active interest in the market or business affairs while on your trip?” “I do not propose to think of business while lam away. I have put things in fc *:isig shape so that they will run along “ sixthly until my return.” fra was asked if he proposed to “get (if of Western Union, and said: “““My interest in Wes'tem Union is sim ply as an investment. I never had an important voice in its control. Ex-Gov ernor E. D. Morgan, Augustus Schell, Dr. Norvin Green aad Harruion Durkee have long been the controling spirits of Weetern Union. Ex-Governor Morgan, -who died lately, was the second stock holder in it. He told me Saturday, the last day that he was down town, that it was the soundest investment he could think of. I was much saddened by the news of his death.” “ There is another story that you con template taking control of Union I’ncifio again.” “ I am a director of the Union Pacific and I have a moderate interest in it, which Ido not expect to part with. The gentlemen who are managing Union Pa cific, Messrs. Dillon, Ames, and Atkins, are among the soundest practical busi ness men we have, and I can suggest no improvement ” “ How do you regard the market ?” “The outlook is good so far ns the business of the country is concerned. The exports are larger than the imports, and the balance of trade is running largely in our favor, and likely to in crease during the coming summer. The changes iu the tariff and the effect on the romrncrciu] nnd manufacturing interests nre unsettling. The action of the State Legislature adds something to this feel ing, but it is only a ripple. The coun try will go on and keep growing.” ““Do you fear disaster?” “No, I do' not. The country is too rich. I do not think there will to enough securities mode in the next twelve months to supply the regular home demand. nefc-less of ths, dividend-pay ing in Wall fttreet than I have <rvet Ifoiwn before. The securities are held for investment. The Government has been calling in its bonds and that ■money has gone into dividend-paying stocks and bonds.” "How do you took upon American securities ?" “ I regard them as the tost we have. ” “ And American railroads ? ” “ The American railroads are equal to ■the tost roads in Europe, both in respect to equipment and superstructure, and are built at less cost.” “Do you think there is m excess of railroads? ” “ I think a percentage of the new roods are useless. Competing parallel roods nre a waste of capital. The majority of ■the roads, however, are pretty well situa ted and wilt pay." The Emmet ParnHy. Miss Margaret Emmet, daughter of Thomas Addis Emmet and niece of Robert Emmet, the Irish patriot, died at the age of ninety years, in New York City, on Thursday. She was the last of the Em mets who were bom in Ireland. Her father, Thomas Addis Emmet, was kept in prison in Scotland for three years after the execution of his brother Robert, and at tills time his daughter Margaret, the deceased, was in prison with him. On liis release he went te Paris, and waited for Napoleon to go to Ireland and take possession of the country. Finding the French Emperor insincere he came to this eouutry with his family, and was at the head of the New York Bar for many years. He died suddenly in court. Temple Emmet, the fifth sou, served in the war of 1812, and was in the navy with Decatur. Every member c I the family was more or less distinguished, and all the daughters, except Margaret, married well, and became wives of noted men. She never married. Her life was spent with friends in the city, ana her amiable and bright ways made her a general favorite. Old age was the causs of her death, ’When she was in prison with her father at Fort George, Scotland, she was courageous, and did all she could in her childish days to encourage her father. Eighteenotlier persons were also confined with them. Daniel Webster married a sifter of Mrs. Lo Boy, who lived in New Rochelle. All the 'family live in this country except Mrs. Bache McEver. who resides in Loudon with her grandson. Sir Edward Canard, a relative of the Cunard steamship builders. Wasted. —A Pittsburgh expert de clares that $4,000,000 worth of coal is wasted each year in the mining opera tions of that district. His explanation is that beneath the main vein of coal, which averages four feet thick, is a seam of eighteen inches called bottom coal. This is softer than the regular bed, and after a room is worked it cannot be taken out with safety. The pillars which sup port the roof, the smallest containing three tons of coal, and the largest twen ty, are also abandoned. Worth begets in base minds envy; in great souls, emulation. A WESTERN RANKER. SHOUT SKETCH OF A WISCONSIN CONGRESSMAN. The Railroad Prlnre-Alrxander Mitchell of Milwaukee. Among the pedestrians on the avenue recently was a short, stout man in the neighborhood of sixty years of age. His face was full, broad and massive. Eyes gray, sharp, keen, under beetling gray eyebrows. Nose aquiline, mouth large and firm in outline. The face was clean shaven to the lower line of the heavy jawbone. A shining silk hat was well down upoß the head. The rotund figure was plainly dressed in dark clothes. A dark green cravat, upon which gleamed a ruby pin, made the only patches of color in the dark attire of the pedestrian. He carried his fat yellow-gloved bands down in the pockets of his overcoat as he walked stolidly along. This man was Alexander Mitchell of Milwaukee, the President of the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul road, and the head of one of the richest banks in Milwaukee. Mr. Mitchell was a member of Con gress from 1874 to 1875. Ho used to have rooms at Wormley’s Hotel. Al though he was worth at least 815,000,- 000 he used to walk from his rooms to the Capitol and return. He is very quiet and unobtrusive. During his first winter few people in Congress knew much more about him than the fact of his being a successful Milwaukee banker. During the great financial debate of his term Mr. Mitchell prepared a speech upon the subject of the wisdom of the resumption of specie payment. Mr. Mitchell was a very modest man, and as no one paid mnek attention to him in the House he did not expect to have many listeners for liis speech. One of his friends who heard he was going to make a speech thought he would prepare a surprise for him. The friend went to the office of the Washington Chronicle and had a paragraph printed merely giving the amount of Mr. Mitchell’s wealth. Then he went up in the reporter’s gallery and ]>ointed out Mr. Mitchell as ODe of the great financiers of tho West. Nothing attracts so much attention as a reputation for enormous wealth. In a few days Mitchell became one of the celebrities of the House. When the millionaire finally arose to tuik, if every word was coinable into a gold dollar he could not have had iflore profound at tention. Mr. Mitchell arrived here last week from Florida, where his wife lias n great orange plantation. He ramo here in a private palace car. He was ac companied by his son and heir, John Mitchell,a swarthy-bearded man of forty five, Mr. Mitchell came to this country a jioor Scotch lad and made a great for tune. One may think he owes his wealth to the great opportunities he found here. It is doubtful. A school friend of his who remained at Glasgow is worth forty millions, and he, too, started poor. Bucli men as Mitchell cannot help getting rich. Sev eral year* ago Mitchell went to Europe. In France he met his old school friend, tho Glasgow banket. Tb* two went about together all day. The Glasgow man paid all the hills. At the close of the day, when the two sat down to dinner, the Glasgow banker pulled out a card, and turning to Mitchell said : “ Sandy, you owe me 81.65.” This was Sandy’s share of the expense •of the day, and he promptly paid his share to the exact penny, ns a matter of course. This rigid exactness in the smallest of expenditures is one of the common elements in tha character of those two very rich men. Yet* with all this exactness and care, no one has ever dreamedf of calling Mitchell stingy or close.— Washington Sunday Herald. Tee Honest to be Trusted. A gentleman stopped his liorse at a tollgate, and not seeing the gatekeeper went into the house. Finding no one he began to searcli, and finally discovered the gatekeeper -out in the field at work. Although the old man was quite a dis tance away, the gentleman went into the field, approached the old man and said; ‘ Toil are the tollgate keeper, I be lieve?” “Yes, sir,” theold man replied, turn, ing and leaning upon his hoe handle. “Well, I want to go through the gate." “Ain't the gate open?” “Yes.” “Well, why don’t yon go through? It’s my business to be there.” “Because I want to pay you.” “And you came all the way out here to pay me five cents?” “Yes, sir,” said the gentleman, proud by looking the old man in the eye. “Couldn’t you have left the money on the table?’ “Yes, but I wanted you to know that I paid you.” “You are an honest man " “Yes, sir,” replied the gentleman, while a pleased expression spread over his face. “Yon would have walked three time* as far to have paid me that five cents, wouldn’t you?” “Yes, sir, I would.” “Here, John,” the old man called to a boy that lay in the shade, “call th dog and go along and watch ibis feller till he gets away. Bet a hundred dollars he steals something ’fore he leaves tht place.” —Arkansas Traveller. The Atwttmaut.b—A man having pub licly announced himself as the individual who exploded the torpedo which sank the Confederate ram Albemarle, the Navy Department, at the request of Pay master Swan, gives to the public the official report of the late Commander Cushing of the destruction, and also an extract from sworn testimony of his giver in Washington several years later, show ing that Cushing was the man who sank the ram. Hnrr to a lazy man—Endow a free bed in a hospital and occupy h yourself. —Xlfe STANLEY AND HIS RIYAI. Frenchmen Anxious about >[. de Brazza** Reception on the Congo. A letter from Paris says : In spite o. the absorbing nature of political affaire in Paris at this moment the journals find time and space occasionally for the con sideration of the doings of Mr. Stanley and the conflict that it is presumed must eventually take place in Central Africa between him and De Brazza, the repre sentative (when he gets there) of the French flag on the Congo. Mr. Stanley is doubtless by this time on his favorite work ground again. He left Europe hurriedly. “He was already in view of the African coast,” says the Figaro, “while we were dreaming that he was still in Madrid. It was necessary to get there ahead of De Brazza at all cost and to prepare for him there a reception which he doubtless does not expect. ” To show you that Frenchmen believe that a conflict is probable or even inevi vitable between the two explorers, I may quote the substance of a letter published by the Figaro recently from a cor respondent in Brussels. This gentle' man says that:—“Persons whose author ity and sincerity can not be questioned, assure me that an insurrection prevails at this moment among the natives of the higher Congo, and that Stanley will have a very bad reception when he gets there. All their sympathies are for De Brazza, who won their confidence in a manner very different than by the rifle bullet In order to counteract this state of things the International African Association is sending at this very moment a ‘veritable small army to tho Congo.’ The army has been recruited to a great extent among the officers of the Austro-Hun garian army, to whom the superior posi tions have been given, and many have recently passed through Brussels on their way to the Congo. It is to be a military occupation of the Congo. “ Two days ago I mot a Hungarian officer who has been engaged in the as sociation for an imjiortaut position. His name is Carl d'Obner, and he brought an autograph letter from Crown Priuce Ru dolph to His Majesty the King of the Belgians. King Leopold was prevented by sickness from receiving the officer, but the latter had an audience with the Queen and with the Minister of Foreign Affairs, M. Frere-Orban. The Officer left Antwerp on the 7th, on one of the steamers of the association. Communi cative as are all Hungarians, he made no attempt to couceal the fact that the ob ject of his mission was to assist in thwarting M. de Brazza's projects and even to capture the French explorer. ‘ Ich werdc ihm haUl fangen ’ (‘ I will soon catch him ’) were the words he used. These words, spoken by an officer in tho servioe of the African International As sociation, scarcely harmonize with the alleged pacific and civilization mission of the latter. Belgium is seeking to estab lish herself firmly on the Congo, ami the Belgian authorities evidently think that tin* treaty made by De Brazza with King Makoko nml recently ratified hy the French Chamliers is of no value what ever. M. de Brazza will have to be on ilia sniard.” Because of liis Dogs. A gentleman of Plymouth, N. 0., says that there is in jail at that place a col ored man who lias been confined there for 18 months for having been engaged in a threatened riot some time ago, to suppress which, it will be rememliered, the State troops were called out. The particulars of the affair have gone out of public mind. The colored prisoner re ferred to, previous to his incarceration, devoted much of his time to coon hunt ing, and owned two coon-dogs, which were so strongly devoted to their master that they never left him even duriug the trial, except when driven away. This attachment became so evident in these creatures’ persistent efforts to cling to their master that it became a matter of general remark and admiration in the place, and the faithful dogs were finally looked upon with kindness by all. They are of the mongrel species. When the prisoner was finally locked up in his cell for his term, life t\v> dogs took their position on the outside of the prison building, and have remained day after day for over 18 months unmolested. This faithful devotion of the dogs has attracted such admiration from the peo ple of Plymouth that a kennel has been built for them At night they wander away for something to eat, but the com ing day finds them at their post An effort is making to induce the Governor of the State to pardon the man, and it will probably be successful, as it is said the Governor’s wife on a recent visit to the place was so stmek with this evi dence of canine affection for the pris oner that she actually shed tears. How to Hake Potato Straws. y Wash a pint of potatoes, peel them very tliiu, sliee them about quarter of an inch thick, put them into plenty of salted boiling water, and boil them until they are tender, which -will be in about ten minutes; when the potatoes are teDdci pour them iuto a colander with large holes and let the water drain off; when the potatoes are quite dry, sprinkle over them a tea-spoonful of salt and quarter of salt-spoonful of white pepper; hold the colander over one end of a large platter, and press upon the potatoes with a potato masher, moving the colander toward the other end of the dish as the potatoes are pressed through it, so that they will fall upon the dish in long rows; continue to move the colander from one end of the platter to the other until all the potatoes are pressed through and laid in even rows upon the dish; then wipe the edges of the dish with a clean towel, set it in the oven for two or three minutes to heat the potatoes, and then serve them A Good Thixg to Do.—Rhode Island savings banks, especially in the country, make it a rule to help every person who has money enough to buy the land to build a house. This practice has en couraged hundreds of families in moderate circumstances to acquire homes of their own. GRANDMA'S KNIT STOCKING 1 THE OLD CUSTOM OF WINDING Tfflf YARN. A Few •! the Memories; that Clisff Aronnf The stocking grandma knit: ho* much love went into every stitchMtf many prayers were wrought into wPfl round. Somewhere I once read about* nun, who bent over her needle-work and as oft as a tear fell from her eyes upon the snowy fabric she wrought about it and worked it with her deft needle, until at last the strange design wrought out touching story of her loneliness and sorrow. And if we could read all the I dreams, and thoughts and prayers that, grandma wrought with those patient needles, we would wear the stockings she knit on our hearts, rather than on our feet For here is a dream of John, and thers is a tear for Chris’s Bobbie, and here a plan for Will, and here comes creep ing in a quivering strain from some ofa, old hymn that is hallowed to us now to cause her lips blessed it so often; see how a prayer quivered all along"this ■ round ; here the stocking was laid down while the old hands turned over the leaves of the Bible that seemed never to be out of her lap; here the old eyes looked out across the pasture and the mowing lot down to the wooded hills where the birds are answering winds;. here the old eyes slept for a few mine" utes, and here is a knot. Ah, yes, Philie and Annie are home this week, and the house is full of their children. There will be many more knots ir. the yarn before the stocking is finished. Who is the toy wlioee fate. it is to hold on his extended hands the skein of yam while grandma winds it off after the romping youngsters who taunt him with shrieks of laughter as they de sert him. But never mind, grandma, comforts him with splendid stories of Uncle Doc’s pranks when he was a toy and went to school at Cannichaelton, until! the toy wishes the skein was five miles long. And then he is rewarded hy a great big cooky, sweeter than honey, be cause he was such a good boy. The only thing that took the edge off: this reward was that all the other chil dren got just as big cookies as lie did, because some how grandma's rewards for the good toy and girl managed to include all the other toys and girls. To grandma, all children were good ; some children were better thßn others, bnt there were no had children. A thousand blessings, a thousand times told, on the dear old face and the silver hair that crowned the placid brow; on the wrinkled j hands and the work they wrought; on the dear lips nnd blessed old byinns they snug; on the dear old book that lay in. her lap, and the life that drew so much of love and faith and help from its pages, Iu every household and every nook afl the land, ill the city tenement ;und,iuJ*B roomy old farm house : fu the on the avenue and in the cottage the lone, God bless grandma andcNl beautiful memories her figure always, invokes. Burdette. She Raised Them AH. A past city official, says a Boston paper, was entertaining a number oi members of the city government at his hospitable residence. The day was Sat urday. Supper had lieen partaken of, aud at its conclusion "a little game of draw ” was proposed, and before many minutes the entire party were deeply en gaged in the mysterious and fluctuating fortunes of “poker,” as laid down in Gen. Schenk’s rules for the government of that alluring but fickle game. The time flew rapidly and merrily, the Mind goddess favoring now one and now an other. At length it. was noticed that the hands of the clock passed the hour oi midnight, and the players were encroach ing on the first hours of the Sabbath. But what cared they for that ’ There were large sums of money on the table, and the “pot” was one of formidable proportions. “I'll raise yon go,” exclaimed one of the players. “I ll see that and raise you 810,” shouted another in his excitement. “I'll raise the whole of you out of this,” was the cry of a newcomer, as a female was seen enveloped in her night clothes and with a horsewhip in her hand. There was an immediate break made for the door, aud some even found exit by the window, abandoning the “pot” and whatever other money there was on the table; and ’tfe said that some of those city officials are running from that little gam* up to the present time. The lady of the house admonished her liege lord, not over gently, it is to be presumed, on his desecration of the Sabbath, quietly swept up the money and betook herseif ouce more to her bed. There is good reason to believe that the money was finallj disposed of in charity. An Exception. “No,” said the teacher of the third division in the intermediate school, “job cannot add together nDits which are not of the same class or degree. For in stance, you cannot add together four apples and six peaches, for the result would be neither ten apples nor ten peaches. Nor can you add together three horses and two men, for the result would still be the same number of each, and not five horses or five men.” “Well,” said the smart boy of the class, who, somehow, in spite of his shrewdness, generally got nothing but low marks, “you can add together one hundred horses and one hundred men, anyhow. ” “Ah, can you, indeed?” responded tha tear,tier, sarcastically. “Will you, then, tell us the result of such an effort?” “ft will be one company of cavalry,” responded the smart boy, and the teacher had for once to admit that there might be an exception to the rule. The Oil City Blizzard supposes that Macduff was a hen, because be was told to lay on.