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GREENRBOBO, - GEORGIA.
GENERAL NEWS.
Selma, Alabama, expects soon tv Lave
electric lights. •
Alabama marble is ranch nzed for
Jnonnments and other purposes.
Labor quantities of walnut ami poplar
logs from southwest Virginia are shipped
north.
Greenville, S. C., has a population
r>f 8,365. An increase of over two thou
sand in three years.
A hkidgz over the Mtssissijipi river at
New Orleans, at a cost of thirty million
dollars, is talked of.
The orange crop of Florida tliis year
-will be one-eight in excess of lust venr,
So "tis estimated.
Louisiana is l>eing grid-ironed with
null oa<ls and in consequence land is ad
vancing in prices.
Thebe is a Justice of the Peace in
Banks county, flu., who lias held his of
fice for eight years and has never tried
a case, always getting the litigants it
compromise.
Tin-stone, seventy-eight per cent tin,
has lately hern discovered in Birming
ham, Ala, 'Die lands where the find
occurred are lieing developed and much
is expected from them.
While blasting on the site of the new
bath-house at Hot Hpriugs, Ark., re
cently, anew spring of hot water was
discovered, the thermal fluid bursting
forth with a force sufficient to throw a
stream a distance of fifty feet.
Extensive land soles are reported in
Arkansas. Hplendid timber lands, ex
tending up the Sabine river, with a river
front of twenty miles, have lately been
purchased with foreign capital. Tliis
large tract, it is said, contains 460,000,-
000 feet of timber.
Since the death of Chambord, the last
Boyalist newspaper in France has ccasod
publication. It is probable that the
poor pretense of royalty was a costly
bauble to Chandiord after all, and that
it was his purse that opened when a lit
tle advertising was needed.
The will of Mrs, Fillmore, widow of
the late President, is the subject of a
contest in a court at Buffalo, New York,
a claim lieing made that she was insane
when she made it It is another warn
ing to wealthy persons to distribute
their property ns they wish it before the
call of death is heard.
Dr iuno September 11,218 cabin pas
sengers entered our Golden Gate, against
9,883 for the same mouth Inst year. The
number of immigrants for tho name
month was 32,900, lieing a decrease from
the preceding year. The year’s immi
gration shows a decrease of about 60,000
from the figures of last year.
The South stands low in the Beale of
wealth. In Georgin, for example, in
1880 $240,000,000 roprosan tod the aggre
gate value of property of 1,500,000 peo
ple, making lint $l6O per capita, less
than half the $340, whicn was the gen
eral average on the same basis of valua
tion. However, of the $240,000,000
about $234,000,000 were held by the
■whites—Bl7,ooo in number—ao that the
wealth per capita of the white citizens
was about $lB6, not so far below the av
erage. For tho soke of comparison wo
note that the individual wealth of Great
Britain is the highest in tho world. Say
in 1880, on aggregate wealth of 45 bill
ions of dollars divided amongst 32,000,-
000 persons, an average of $1,400 per
capita. France stands next. Popula
tion 36,000,000, wealth 37billion dollars,
average, $1,030. The United States is
next in order, if 40 billion dollars be a
correct valuation, about fBOO ]>or capita.
Germany with a population of 41,000,000
and a wealth of 30 billions, next, the av
erage per capita being $740. Probably
Massachusetts, as a single state, would
hithe list of wealth per capita, with
lx'twean $1,500 and SI,BOO as the nvev
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Population of the World.
The latest estimates by German seien
fists of the total population of om earth
are, in round numbers, as follows:
On Square Inhab-
Kilumetrcs. hunts.
Australia ... 9,000,1)00 4,000,000
Europe 9.800,000- 815,000,000
Africa .80,000,000 806,000,000
America . 48,000,000 89,000,000
Asia 44,500,000 830,000,001
Europe is the most densely populated
of the continents; Asia curtains more
than one-half of the mhsbitauts of the
globe. As long ns there is evidently
room for untold millions of people there
need be no fear of over population. Ac
cording to their religious creeds, the
above 1,443,000,000 mav be classified
thus:—2l2,ooo,ooo Catholics, 124,000,
000 Protestants, 84,000,000 Schismatics,
7,000,000 Israelites, 200,000,000 Moha
mmedans, 163,000,000 Brahmins, 423,000,-
000 Buddhists and 230,000,000 pagans.
The numl>cr of Christians aggregate,
therefore, 420,000,000, the worshij ers
of one God are less than one-half the in
habitants of the earth, and 828,000,000
are given to idolatry. The foregoing
statistics reveal the extraordinary fact
that the Catholic religion has only 4,000.-
000 worshipers more than the other
Christian confessions.
The Cost of Transportation. —A
(statistician recently estimated that the
total movement of freight on all the
railroads <<f the United States equalled
39,302,209,240 tons moved one mile, and
the average charge of transportation
was one and two-tenths cents per mile.
He also estimated that the aggregate
value of the total tonnage moved in that
year was not less than 822,000,000,000,
and, if anything, more than this sum.
The guard of an English railway car
riage recently refused to allow a natural
ist to carry a live hedgehog with him.
The traveler, indignant, pulled a turtle
from Ids wallet and said: “Take this,
too;” but tlie guard replied, good-natur
edly: “Ho, no. sir. It’s dogs you can’t
oaiTV, and dogs is dogs, cats is dogs, and
’cdgo'ogs is Jogs, but turtles is liinsects.
TOE RUINED WELL.
•• What seek you here, my little maid?”
I asked, ae by the ruined well
She stood, and looked aa if obeyed
By her, wae some unholy j*ll.
“Thi, not the hour, nor this the place.
For maiden such as you to roam.
Come, from tby brow that sad look chaae
And find with me yonr forest home !"
“Nay, sir, ’tis not chance brings me here.
No folly does my steps attend;
The hour lias for me no fear,
No terrors does the wild scene Mead.”
“Then tell me what invitee yonr care;
Has this place pleasures then, for thee?
Bnch lonely vigil seems so rare.
For one who should be sorrow free."
“A lover, sir, had I, bat he
Is far away—eroes oceans’ foam
Ten thousand miles from Normandy
A stranger land Is now his home.”
“On many an eve, like this, to-night
We w&tchod yon bright stars cast their spell
O'er the dark acene, and knew each light
That kissed the water in this wall.”
“I, was the well, be said to me;
Deep my love and dear my heart;
The twinkling star above was he,
Steady and true, tho' far apart.”
bade me come whene’er the sky
Rie seven stars of the dipper showed-
And looking from those gems on high
Bee, where in yonder well they glowed.”
“Then think of him; for that same hour
That saw me watch each twinkling light
Would draw him like the magnet's power,
To watch them in the silent night.”
“Oh, Sir, tho’ unseen, now to yon,
My lover looks from yonder star;
In this old well, reflection too,
Of his dear form shines from afar.”
She paused, and on each bright gem fix’d
A look ef hope, content and love
Such trust with doubt and pain unmix’d,
—Enough the heart of stone to move !
Ochild-Ukc faith, we need such, more
Than what this earth at present yields
Where hope and trust together soar
To brighter skies and heavenly fields.
—B. O. Bknvoco.
Rvoth er rTnek.
If you will ride with me some morning
over a hilly section of New England, I
will show you my old homo. Tho little
manufacturing village of my boyhood
has become almost a city. Our family
residence, once the best in town, will
soon moke way for a row of tenement
bouses. Once tho dingy, many-pnnod
windows cast merry glances within.
Now, far-seeing with tho vision of olil
age, they look beyond the busy street,
beyond tlio brick-crowned hill, with the
ghosts of an ancient forest waving over
it, and they see a low, green city.
Among its crumbling door-plates they
can read tho names of all the Dennison
family save one, and that is on my office
door—John Dennison, M. D.
Years ago, father owned a woolen fac
tory at tlie Falls. I suppose ho was
considered a prominent man in the town,
for he held important offices many years.
Mother died when Jack and I were very
young. Jack anu J were twins. Few
outside of our own family knew tis apart,
so people called us indiscriminately Jack
or John. The neighbors knew that the
fastest runner was Jack and the loudest
talker was John snd everybody know
that when one boy was visible tne other
must be within hearing distance.
Fannie and Alice kept honse for us.
The iioorxpils must have hod an uncom
fortable time of it with Jack and I. It
was doubtless a happy day for thorn
when we were pushed off to the acad
emy some twenty miles distant, with the
promise that if we behaved ourselves
and the teaohere thought anything could
be made of ns we could fit for college.
“Now, young men, if you go to play
ing pranks and don’t attend to your
books, you’ll walk home and go to
work,” father said, as he drove away
from the boarding-house.
Father was a man of his word and we
governed ourselves accordingly, al
though we managed to have some pretty
gay times. At the end of three years
we had completed onr “fit.” Father
oame down to the exhibition and lis
tened complacently while we shouted
forth onr lofty aspirations and onr
sweeping denunciations against the fool
ish world. We went home feeling that
we were just the mon to revolutionize
society. Four years seemed a long time
before we could begin and I was afraid
some of the other fellows would get
ahead of us and right all the wrongs W
loro we werfe out of college.
What plans we made that summer.
Of oourse, we were going to study for a
profession, and we would always lie part
ners. But, what profession would best
further the interests of the human race
and the credit of the Dennison family ?
T was in favor of studying medicine, but
Jack used to say that he didn’t want t >
spend his life doctoring sick babies or
making bread poultices.
One day after we had had a more than
usually earnest discussion we went into
the house and found father sitting in his
arm-ehaiv unconscious. He had lieen
suddenly stricken with paralysis. We
summoned the doctors and they told
ns that he could never lie well again in
mind or hotly, although he might live
for years. We all laire our affliction as
well as we could. Jack and I saw that
we must look after the mill and the
family, and that tho unregonerate world
must look after itself. We divided the
’work between us and got on very veil.
4 One morning the last Of August, Jack
came to me and said -
"John, 1 want yon to go to college
We are not both needed here. 1 can
biro help and take care of the factory
well enough. I like it first rate. Yon
cau study with a doctor vacations and it
won't take you so very long to get
through. We must have one profes
sional man in the family, and you know
I never did care a great deal about
studying medicine. Now pack your
traps and be off. ’’
At first I would not listen to the prop
osition, but secretly it was just what I
had been wishing might happen. Jack
easily overcame my scruples and the
next week 1 started for Dartmouth.
I remember how- cheery Jack tried to
iook that morning when the stage i-at
tled up to the door.
“Don't Vie in a hurrv.’’ he said, as we
lifted in the trunk. “1 shall get along
all right. Good luck, old boy:” and I
heard him whist ling as xve slow ! v climbed
the hill.
Whflt with the hazing and without
Jack I was a thoroughly miserable hoy
tor the next moiuii. By the third day
after my arrival at Hanover, I had de
cided that running a factory- was the
most delight! -.1 occupation in the world.
1 wTote Jack that T had decided to come
home when the term was out. I filled
long letters with descriptions of rite im
provements that we could make at the
FaJ>. Wo would nut a newspaper, l
said. We would call it the Clippings,
and it should combine the interests of
literature and the wool trade. In time
we would go to the Senate.
To these plans, elaborated on many
pages of foolscap, Jaek replied with a
loconic “Stop your homasiek nonsense,
and count your bones when you’ve extra
time."
Before the three months were over I
l>ecame quite contented, and decided
not to go home, “especially if Jack
doesn’t want me,” I thought, feeling a
little injured- So I did not go home till
the summer vacation. -Jack appeared to
be in excellent spirits and I went awaa
feeling that he was having quite tbl
best of it, and that I was being sacrifice™
on the altar of family pride. Sind
Jack was having so fine a time I decid®
to enjoy my remaining years of martj®
ilorn, As it was before the days of
travel and my long vacation was tak®
np with study, I was at home very litt®
I remember thinking every succeed®
vacation that Jack and I resembled ei®
other legs and less. He was getting®
care nothing for good clothes or for®
iug among people. He looked comn®
place and talked like the old men of®
village. I
‘ ‘What a difference education make®
people,” I thought, as Jack laughed®
my ccuturies’-old jokes. I cautio®
him now and then against fosterin®
love of money for I thought liim a I
close. He alreays sent me mo®
enough to pay the bills, but there B
never much margin. The factory I
doing a good business and it seeme®
me that I ought to have more spen®
money. j
During my last year in college
came very intimate witli a former c®
whose family was staying in Han®
Tn short I was interested in my cli®
sister. My chum was studying i®
cine. He had decided to spent]®
years in Germany. Ilia mother®
sister were going, and lie urged r®
form one of the party. I was easili®
suaded that nothing but two
Germany could ever make a succe®
Jroetitiouer of me. I wrote the san®
ack along with the request that®
necessary funds be provided. Tilt®
swer came by return mail.
“It’s hard times,” he wrote, “a®
cannot get the money.” 1
I was angry. Jack was carrying®
hoarding a little too fnr. I sat <■
and answered his letter in short ■
peremptory terns. My letters to I
were all short now. I
“You are forgetting,” I wrote, ®
a part of the factory belongs to®
I’lease send me the money soon, H
have no time to come home for it. I
are to sail directly after
ment,”
I felt uncomfortable after I hail
posted the letters, and I wandered un
easily about the streets that evening. A
prayer-meeting was going on in one of
the churches as I passed. I turned back
and went in just in time for the last
hymn. They were singing “There is
rest for the weary.” I sang too, but I
came out a measure or two ahead and so
disturbed a gentleman in tho next pew
that he turned around to look at me. I
recognized him then. He was Mr.
Munson, a former business acquaintance
of my father. After the services he
shook hands, smiling, and asked if I
wasn’t trying to sing him over the Jor
dan a little too fast for a doctor. Then
he said he hoped I was going homo to
•Tack soon for he needed rest, and, judg
ing by my singing, I wasn’t in theeast 1
weary. Something in his tone alarmed
me and I followed him up the street ask
ing him questions dntfl, after some hesi
tation, he totd me the whole stoiY- He
had just returned from tho Falls, Jack
had been bleeding at the lnngs. He
was in a very weak condition, hut would
not let me know until I Was through my
studies. A business man told Mr. Mali
son privately that the factory had not
belonged to my father since his illness,
and that business troubles hod caused
the shock'from which he had never ral
lied. Jack had known aM this from the
first, but had begged the owners of the
mill to keep the matter secret until I
was through college. Ho hnd worked
for a salary and had supported the whole
family, keeping me like a prince all the
while I was grumbling.
I started directly for home, reaching
the Falls the next evening. It was
quite late, so I did not arouse the house
hut climlied in the window. There was
a light burning iu Jack’s room aoJ wont
safely up stairs and entered. I wish 1
could forget the next half hour. My
letter lay freshly opened upon tbe fable
and Jack had oonunenoed a lotter to me.
lie had written “My Dear Brother,”
the pen was yet in his hand and the ink
was not dry, but he was forever beyond
any letters or words of mine.
It all happened years ago, but even
now I would give two years of my life to
have asked Jack’s forgiveness.
A Palace of Delight.
The eccentric King of Bavaria, who
sleeps all day and keeps awake at night,
who abhors women and is a passionate
lover of music, who believes in democracy
and is a worshiper of art, is building
himself a home which will surpass iu
comfort, elegance, splendor, and artistic
perfection any royal residence in the
world. It is situated in the Chiemissee,
at the entrance of Bavarian Tyrol, All
the resources of art have lieen taxed to
construct this palace of delight. The
noble halls will lie lined with statuary
and the spacious walls decorated with
the choicest pointiugs of modern times.
The wood carving will lie superior fed
that put on any other existing buildings,
while the very window fastenings aud
door knobs will l> designed and exe
cuted by first-class artists. But this
wayward king intends to keep this beau
tiful palace villa for himself alone. It
is not to be visible from any public road,
and all save tho king and his servants
will be forbidden entranoe to it. Near
thiß palace are the ruins of au old mon
astery, which wus built with a very dif
ferent intention. Although constructed
for monks who were supposed to have
retired from the world, it was bnilt on
an eminence where it could be seen by
all passing travelers, and in a locality
commanding a splendid view of the sur
rounding country. But King Ludwig
of Bavaria is nothing if not eccentric.
Were he a poor man lie would have been
called a crank, but his kingly position
gives a glamor to bis vanities; and when
his strange history is written he will
figure as one of the most fantastic mon
archs of the nineteenth or any other
leutury.
A Sat> Joke.—A fellow working in a
Maine factory where young women are
employed contrived a practical joke for
the entertainment of himself and his
admirers. He killed an adder and left
it among some boxes that were to be as
sorted by the young women. Miss Ste
vens uncovered the reptile with her
hands. The shock made her insane, and
the physicians say that she win proba
bly die. and in any event wifi Ik- a ma
niac for life.
WORKERS IN STRAW.
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Certain parte of Worcester county and
the western part of Norfolk afford more
than an average number of chances for
the employment of women, and they are
all well improved. In addition to the
mills, stores, printing offices, telegraph
offices, millinery and dressmaking estab
lishments, etc., which are open to fe
males in other parts of the .State, the
manufacture of straw hats affords a re-
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are estimated among the hundreds of
thousands started some twenty years
ago with less than a thousand dollars.
Another opened his business career in a
city of the Middle States with a kit of
tools or renovating old straw hats and a
capital of $96. Things are different
with him now.
Another began life in a straw factory
in a sulwrdinate position, won the good
will of the proprietor, was taken into
partnership, and to-day is at the head
of one of the large concerns in t,he State
and with a name good on paper for tens
of thousands.
These are some of those regarded ns
successful in business. Of course there
are examples of failure also, men who
have made and lost and others who
seem destined to win little in tho pur
suit of riches unless in the belter direc
tion n P treasures in heave*.”
The Troubles of a Boy.
Poor boy I Down to his grave he is
self-willed, disobedient, foolish, slow to
learn, hard to manage, born to evil, and
full of corrections as a proof-sheet. He
roaches in the fence-corner for a black
berry and picks np a “pisen” vine, and
so he learns too late the mine he bought
was “salted.”
He is spanked in the cradle, flogged
at school, and scourged all the rest of
hie life, and still it seems to do him no
good. He lives under nn unchangeable
law of pains and penalties. Incessantly
liis oars are boxed, to every “Thou shalt
not” is appended a threatening “nnd il
you do,” and every thundering “Thou
shalt” is seconded by the terrifying “or
you’ll wish you had.” Inexorable is
the master of bis school He can appeal
to no Board of Pardons. No tender
hearted Governor, figuring for re-elec
tion. overlooks his misdeeds. The ad
miuistrdliou lias no need of him or his
influenee. Do not keep such late hours,
and do not eat hot snppere at midnight.
But all the same he does keep late hours
aud have good times on the sly, poor
boy, Blinking if he gets in at roll-call it
will never be known. But as he answers
to his name tlie order is entered, "Dock
that man’s life ten years.” Take care of
your teeth is a regulation of the school.
But, while nobody is looking, the fool
ish boy lets his teeth take care of them
selves. So he is sentenced to lose half
his teeth and fined $l5O, to be paid over
to tbe nearest dentist having jurisdic
tion! “Do not bite on that broken
tooth,” conies the command from the
head of the table. But the boy tries it
just to see what tlie master will do about
it, and instantly he gets sneh a box on
the jaw that makes him think he has
bit on a thunderbolt. It is not a bail
able offence, and execution of sentence
cannot lie postponed until next term of
court. “Do not run through the wet
grass iu your slippers,” is shouted to
him from thonp-staire window. The in
stant the window is closed he skips
across the lawn, knowing no one can see
him, and for this he is collared and led
into tbe house, doubled up with rheuma
tism for ten years, or perhaps tortured
all the rest of his life. He plays lawn
tenis until he streams from every pore.
Then he hastens to refresh himself with
a glass of clear, cold ice-water. “If yon
-lr|hk that ice-water,” says his watchful
master, “I will kill you.” He believes
that no one obuld be so cruel as that, and
driuks the ice-water. Often the condi
tions are ripe for the judgment, and the
senteuee is carried into execution.
Sometimes the execution of this senteuee
is preceded by hours or days of fearful
agony, to teach him that these law*- . re
not to be trifled with.— Bi-rdette.
The Czar of Russia moves in a mys
tenons way, not only in his own domin
ions, bnt also when he leaves them. It
is surprising that he reached Copenhagen
on a visit to his father-in-law, the King
of Denmark. No announcement has
!>een made of his leaving St. Petersburg,
and n aoeoupt bad been given of the
time or eireuuistauees of his departure.
All tho millions of his subjects, excepting
a very few favored persons, will be
astonished when they hear of his being
beyond the frontier of his empire. But
be doubtless knows that it is safer for
I him to travel in a mysterious way than
in any other.
JUDGE LYNCH AT HOME.
A WAY THEY HAVE OF DOIN4; THINGS
OPT WEST.
A Vivid De<*rlptl*R of the Men who rm
pese a l.ynrklo* I'arty— I They do the
Work silently and With Ueteratinution.
[From the Detroit Free Press.]
You may have see” a street riot. That
is simply the outer circles of a whirlpool.
A. shower of brifck-liats—a snrge up and
r dcwn—a dozen broken heads—a cry of
’’ “police?” and your crowd scatters like
sheep, and slinks away like curs.
A mob sets out to resist the authori
ties. Nine out of every ten men in it
are cowards They boast and brag and
eneourage, bnt they keep their own
bodies in the back ground; Tlipy want
to see someone hart, bnt they know that
law will triumph, and they want to be
able to prove that Jhey were simply
lookers-on. One brave man will walk
into a mob and defy and over-awe it.
* * * * *
A brntal outrage has been committed.
It is an affair that stirs the blood of sons
and brothers and brings a dangerous
light to the eyes of husbands and fathers.
There is no boasting or shouting. Knots
of men gather here and there, and they
speak with fierce earnestness, bnt in
low voices. No mob surges up and
down—no wild yells rend the air—no
cowards furnish drink to excite young
men to foolish deeds.
“Lynch him !”
It is not shouted, lrat spoken in whis
pers or read in each other’s eyes. Every
man has obeyed the laws—every man
would peril his life in aiding to enforce
them, but there is a feeling that legal
punishment does not always punish suf
ficiently.
“Lynch him 1”
When men who never partake of a
meal without bowing the head in prayer
whisper those words, look out! The
heart burns and thrills. For the time
being law is nothing. Fathers wliLsper
it to sons, brothers to each other, mer
chants to mechanics. Lips tighten and
grow pale, teeth shut close, eyes flash
as you never saw them before.
The knots of men swell into groups—
the groups consolidate into a crowd.
The leader takes his place, and instinc
tively the crowd realize that he is the
proper person. Speeches and orations
are not in order—ropes are!
See now! Teeth shut tighter as the
crowd moves. Not a man would turn
hack from a loaded cannon. It moves
ahead, hut it swirls and hisses and gur
gles like a river vexed by rocks. It is
the whispers—the quick answers—the
-ale iact.'- —hicli tell yon what danger
lurks-in the crowd. A noisy crowd can
he scattered. It will fall to pieces of
itself. A silent body of men will take
your life if every man has to peri] his
own.
It is the jail. Key or no key, the
prisoner must come out. The crowd
would have him if a score of grated
doors had to be battered down. He does
not plead for mercy. , One look around
him tells him that his life is hungered
for with such intensity that prayers
would be mockery. He may look up at
the harvest moon and star-studded
heavens, but he sees nothing. He is
dazed and awed by the grim silence of
the band.
“Halt 1”
No voice command*, but here is the
tree. The whirlpool stands still for a
moment. Fjteoa grow a little whiter,
hut the eyes of FVWy man show a dogged
determination that would blaze into des
peration if opposed. The ndose is'rapn. 1 •
ly adjusted, there is a falling back, and
with a groan of terror and despair trem
bling on his iipe the guilty wretch swings
in the air. The creak of the limb—the
calls of a night bird—the deep breathing
of men—ore plainly heard as the body
swings to and fro or turns round anil
round as the death struggle goes on.
• **•
It is morning. Merchants are behind
their counters, mechanics at the bench,
sons at school. There is no sign tnat
last night was not one of tranquility and
peace. Men speak again, women and
children laugh as they walk abroad—the
cyclone has passed. The jail doers are
being repaired—the tree no longer holds
a corpse, and a stranger would look ujion
this face and that and whisper to him
self:
“What good-nature I see in every
line of their countenances 1 They are
obedient to law and enforce the best <.
order.”
Riots are tho work of demagogues and
1 masters. Mobs are created by cowards.
When men torn out with shut teeth ami
whispered voicen to take the law into
their own hands, Judge Lynch has
opened court and sentenced a man to die.
American Drinks In Russia.
A letter from Moscow says: “Ameri
can drinks” are the latest novelty
brought from the country of the Yankees
to that of the Czar. Now you hear men
in all the hotels and large Vodka shops
here asking for American drinks, and
many a joke is cracked on such occa
sions. I heard a gentleman say:
“I prefer American to Russian.”
“What American to what Russian?”
he was asked by a fellow countryman.
“Spirits, of conrse.”
“In what sense?”
“In any sense the American drink in
spires.”
A tipsy Russian remarked: “I feel I
am getting Americanized.”
American drinks are in good demand
here, and the Treasury reaps a large
profit from them. Yet the word ‘ ‘Amer
ican,” being used too often, and particu
larly by loose tongues, annoys the auto
cratic Government in good earnest. It
is very probable that American drinks,
like Nihilist pamphlets, will soon be put
pn the list of forbidden things.
The Victim of an Octopus.
The following account of an attack by
a cuttle-fish on a boy is given by the
Hiogo News:
It is not strange that cuttle-fish should
damage vegetables growing in fields by
the seashore, bnt the surprising news
reaches ns that a boy has been killed by
one of these hideous creatures. We
hear that some few days ago a boy about
fourteen years of age was fishing at
Tomiokamura, Amakusa, Hizen, and a
lmge cuttle-fish stretched two of its ten
tacles out of the water and grasped the
boy’s right arm. The boy shouted for
assistance, as the fish was dragging him
in, and some men who were near released
the lad by cutting the tentacles. When
the boy reached home his arm was cold
and motionless, and, notwithstanding
medical aid was called in, he died five
■days afterward.
What a happy way of pntting things
die real poet his! Now, Burns, instead
of saying “Beware of pickpockets !” ex
presses the same idea bv “A duel's
arnaug ye takh.' .ndes,’’
HOMEWARD BOUND.
WHY THEY WERE TRAVELING TO
WARD MAINE.
Aa And C upie Leaving rtah Brblnd
Them tf; FaM as Two Homes Cob Carrj
Them.
A letter from Cleveland, Oliio, to tbe
New York Sun, says: Two dust-covered
horses, a covered wagon containing a
man and a woman, with a long rope, to
which was attached an aged yellow dog,
appeared on the streets here recently.
The man was dark and swarthy, with a
white beard and long flowing hair. The
woman was dressed in a faded calico,
her ekin was as dark as her husband’s,
and hsr face was covered with wrinkles.
“My name is Sarah Stafford, and this
is my husband, Timothy Stafford,” said
the woman. “We lives, or at least we
used to live, twenty-eight miles from
Portland, State of Maine. For four
years we've been galavantin’ about out
West, and are now on our way home,
thankful that we’ve hail our lives pre
served, for we’ve been in some almighty
tight places, and several times looked
death in the face."
Mrs. Stafford lighted a little black
pipe, and after pulling vigorously, con
tinhed:
“We don’t look like Mormons, do we?
Well, we ain’t Mormons any more, but
we once was. The fools ain’t all dead
yet, which accounts for our bein’ here
to-day. You see, my Timothy was al
ways susceptible, and I had to do this,
that, and the other thing if I wanted to
live with him in peace. Well, one day
while he was enttiu’ grass in the meader
a leanish man with an awful oily tongue
came along and asked him to join the
Mormons.
"Now, so far as I was concerned, I
hated Mormons wus than I did pizen;
hut when Timothy brought the man to
the house, and he talked so good and
kind like to me and called me his dear
Sister Stafford, I sorter warmed np to
him and listened to what he said. Oh, he
painted an awful pretty picture of Utah,
where all was love and happiness, and
where there was no backbitin’ or slander.
He read to us from bis Bible and prayed
and seemed so good that Timothy here
was actually struck, while I—well, I
guess I was a little bit struck too.
“Well, to make a long story short, as
the sayin’ is, Timothy and I were per
suaded to sell our farm and go to Utah.
We got there in time and was welcomed
by the Mormon Chur-ih. The deacons
and other big guns made a great fuss
over Timothy, while the women looked
after me. One old fellow with a long
neck and a crooked leg said we must buy
a farm at once and prepare for great re
sponsibilities. He then winked kind of
mysterious like at Timothy and went
away. Timothy allowed that he meant
to elect him to some high office in the
Church, but I told him office didn’t bring
in bread and butter, so I guessed we’d
postpone buyin’ the farm till we found
out how we liked the community. So
we rented a small house near the town,
and held on to our cash. I’d been a
scrapin’ and diggin’ tor nigh onto thirty
years, and didn’t propose toget swindled
if I knew it.
“Well, after we’d bin there a while,
along comes a squad of the deacons,
who looked pious and resigned like, and
said that Timothy ought to take another
wife, a young woman who could be a
daughter to me, and comfort my declin
ing years. Well, sir, if they’d shoit me
down there I wouldn’t have been more
surpiised. After I bad collected my
thoughts a little bit I went into the
kitchen, and gof a pot of bilin’ water,
and then I sailed into them deacons.
Scatter ! you better believe they did. I
thought they’d break their pious necks
tryin’ to get over the fence. The gato
was too small for 'em, and they went
down the road like a hurricane. I picked
up a rake aud went after ’em, and if I
didn’t baste the hindermost my name
ain't Sarah Stafford. I’ll warrant there
wasn’t two inches of sound hide left on
him. When I got back to the house 1
found Timothy in a terrible rage. Ht
said I didn’t have his pleasure or com
fort at heart, and that I didn't love him
like I used to in Maine. He even told
me that I was a-gettin’ too old for him,
and he ought to have a young wife if he
was goin’ to be a highcockaloram in the
Church. Well, sir, when he told me
‘hat I used the rake on him.”
Mr Stafford attempted to speak at
this juncture, but his wife shut him up
with one decided look and continued:
“He don’t like to hear what a fool he
was among them Mormons. Now, I
could have married the long-necked
deacon I spoke of a short time ago, but
Timothy had lieen my mainstay and
guide for thirty year and I was satisfied.
It made me terrible mad, though, to hear
him jabberin’ about a young wife, jest
as if I warn't good 'nough for him. Bui
I took him by the hand and left the
country. We walked until moraiu’ and
put up at a farm house. I bought them
horses and that wagon of the farmer,
and kivereti the wagon myself with mus
lin. Since then we've been travelin’ to
ward Maine as fast as them critters will
carry us, and when we git there we'll
never leave again until they carry us out
feet first. So there, young man, is our
story. It’s as true as gospel, and if it’ll
teach any old fools in this country to
stay at home, mind their business, aud
lei the Mormons alone, you can print it
in yonr paper, although I'd awfully iiate
hit old neighbors down in Maine to see
it”
Mrs. Stafford, with her Timothy, yel
low dog, and jaded horses, left for the
East
DIDN’T WANT IT STRETCHED.
A day or two since a Norwich man car
ried a jug to a cash grocery store to have
it tilled with New Orleans molasses. He
was the head of a big family, and bad a
large jug, bonce he bought at the most
favorable prices. Later in the day when
he called for it, he was surprised to learn
that the price was nearly five dollars.
"How is this,” asked the buyer, “has
molasses gone up ?”
“Oh, no,” replied the groceryman,
“I'm selling at the regular price.”
“Well, how much does that jug hold ?”
inquired the purchaser.
“Six gallons,” responded the seller.
“I have tried time, aud time again,”
said the owner of the jug, “to get five
gallons of molasses into it, and could
never do it. I had as soon pay for six
gallons of molasses as not, but I hate to
have that jug stretched so.”
The groceryman said he would let oft
n ga'lcu in the price and call it square,
and in that way the difference was
settled.
Revenue. —The returns for the first
month of the new schedule of internal
revenue duties of the United States
show a decrease of revenue for July,
1882, of $2,713,029 or at a rate of over
g 32,000,000 a year. This may be taken
as a fair estimate of the reduction for
the year.
The Old Scrap-Box.
Mr. Peters, a somewhat eccentric old
merchant, stack np a notice in a window
of bis store that there was a “boy wanted,”
and the card remained there a great
while before he got the boy he was after.
John Simmons, and Charity Jones, and
one or two beside, were taken for a few
days, but none of them stood trial
Mr. Peters had a peculiar way of trying
them. There was a huge, long box in
the attic fall of old nails and screws, and
miscellaneous bits of rusty hardware,
and when anew boy came, the old gen
tleman presently found occasion to send
him np there to set the box to rights,
and judged 1 the qnftlity ol the boy by the
way lie managed the work. All pnttered
over it more or less, but soon gave it np
ia disgust, and reported that there was
nothing there worth saving.
At last Crawford Mills was hired. He
knew none of the other boys, and so did
his errands in blissful ignorance of the
“long box’’ until the second morning of
his stay, when iu a leisure hour he was
sent to put it in order. The morning
passed, dinner-time came, and 6till Craw
ford had not appeared from the attic.
At last Mr. Peters called him. “Got
through ?”
“No, sir; there is ever so much more
to do.”
“All right; it is dinner-time now; you
m a.y go back to it after dinner.”
After dinner back he went; all the
short afternoon he was not heard from,
but just as Mr. Peters was deciding to
call him again, he appeared.
“I’ve done my best, sir,” he said,
“and down at the very liottom of the
box I found this.” “This” was a five
dollar gold piece.
“That’s a queer place for gold,” said
Mr. Peters. "It’s good you found it ;
well, sir, I suppose yon will be on hand
to-morrow morning?” This he said,
putting the gold-piece in his pocket
book.
After Crawford had 6aid good-night
and gone, Mr. Peters took the lantern
and went slowly np the attic stairs.
There was the long deep box in which
the rubbish of twenty-five years had
gathered. Crawford had evidently been
to the bottom of it; he had fitted in
pieces of shingle to make compartments,
and in the diflerent tills he had placed
the articles with bits of shingle laid en
top labelled thus : “ Good screws.”
“Pretty good nails.” “Picture nails.”
“Small keys somewhat bent.” “Picture
hooks.” “Pieces of iron, whose use I
don’t know.” Soon through the long
box. Iu perfect order it was at last, and
very little that could really be called
useful was to be found within it. But
Mr. Peters, as he read tbe laliels, laughed
and said, “If we are not both mistaken,
I have found a boy, and he has found a
fortune. ”
Sure enough, the sign disappeared
from the window and was seen no more.
Crawford became the well-known er
rand-boy of the firm of Peters & Cos.
He had a little room neatly fitted up,
next to the attic, where he spent his
eveuings, and at the foot of the bed hung
a motto which Mr. Peters gave him.
“It tells your fortune for you, don’t for
get it,” he said when he handed it to
Crawford; anil the boy laughed and read
it curiously. “He that is faithful in that
which is least, is faithful also in much.”
All this happened years ago. Craw
ford Mills is an errand-boy no more, bnt
the firm is Peters, Mills & Cos., —a young
man and a rich man.
“WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE.”
Lens than Seven Yearn' Supply of Fine and
Spruce Left.
In the August number of Forestry ap
]>ears an important article, on the de
struction of American forests, by Mr.
William Little, of Montreal. The con
stant drain made upon American forests
for white pine—a wood that famishes
three-fourths of the building tim
ber in the United States and Can
ada—has at least, he says, occa
sioned a scarcity which compels econo
mists to point to u time in the very near
future when its total exhaustion may be
predicted. Tke entire supply of white
pine now growing in the United States,
does not exceed 80,000,000,000 feet.
The annnal production of this lumber is
not far from 10,000,000,000 feet, and the
demand is rapidly increasing.
Fatal inroads have already been made
into the great pine forests of the North
Atlantic region. Its wealth has been
lavished with an unsparing hand; it has
been wantonly and stupidly cut aa if its
resources were endless; what has not
l>een sacrificed to the ax has been
allowed to perish by fire. The pine of
New England and New York, has al
ready disappeared. Pennsylvania is
pretty near stripped of her pine, which
only a few years ago appeared inex
haustible. The great Northwestern
pine States—Michigan, Wisconsin, and
Minnesota—can show only a few scat
tered remnants of the noble forests to
which they owe their greatest prosper
ity, and which not even self-interest has
saved from needless destruction. Can
ada is almost in the same deplorable
condition US the United States as regards
its stock of valuable pine timber.
Notwithstanding the fences of wire,
the use of iron in building, the terra
cotta and straw lumber, the consump
tion of wooden lumber increased nearly
50 per cent, in the ten years,' from 1870
to 1880, the former being 12,755,543,000,
and the latter 18,091,356,000 feet, and
though it has always lieen claimed that
iron and lumber keep together—cheap
lumber accompanying cheap iron—we
now find iron so low that producers
claim they are at the lowest rung of the
ladder, while lumber has advanced in
America in three years fully 50 per cent,
with every prospect of still further in
crease; and yet we are informed that we
are within seven years of the time when
the supplies of white pine and spruce
(which are, in the North, the great stock
of this indispensable material) must
cease, and this is not the statement of
interested parties, which might be open
to suspicion, but of those specially em
ployed by the Government of the coun
try to ascertain the true condition of the
5 irests.
They Fonnd It
The officers were sure that a certain
Portlander sold beer, and they worked a
whole day in his cellar clawing over
drains and sewer pipes, but found no
beer. Finally they went at the wall. A
stone dropped out. Other stones came
down under the blows, revealing a par
tition of boards faced with chiprock.
Back of this, built into the wall, was a
hiding place, bnt empty. They ripped
np the boards at one side, and found a
layer of earth where should have been
solid stone. Further digging brought
out two barrels of beer, from which a
line of hose ran to the store above. In
another instance they saw a post, to
which was nailed a board which seemed
to have formed at one time a part of a
coal bin. They twisted it off, and found
that it concealed a faucet in the hollow
post