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JANUARY 2, 1890.
IN HOPE
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^d one oS them, “by marrying a com-
Move his rest deft autumn softly wt**** mon farmer’s daughter; for I believe he
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A coverlet to Vrap the new
And broiders it with gold and £*«§££
sweet mysteries of bloom
ft T** * h0 I ” rt
grieves
For hi« tot l-M-d, j% * «'T rl »
A —Jboltoi each parsing season leaves,
SZj, That is not dead winch seemeth
lost.
Cold, silent lips, which our warm lips have
Dearhands, whose touch can never be for-
FrienSy’that vanish like a summer mist,.
We have you, and, behold, we have you
JiUlu -
A lonesome shadow faUs across the floor
From each low grave they heap beneath
the sod
Where sleep the ones we miss; but evermore
We have them safe in Paradise, with God.
To me, it often seems that death must be
" Like going on a journey, very far,
Across the mountain and the solemn sea,
To dwell in a new land where strangers
But if a friend is there we loved of old,
Our eager thoughts fir faster than our
feet,
And when in ours their loving hands we
hold,
The stranger-land seems full of welcome
sweet.
How fair his grave will be when spring comes
back,
And from the mold that hides his face
is in love with the little minx.”
“How his sisters will despise her,
Tfith her country-bred airs,” replied the
other, “and how ridiculous ghc will ad-
pear in the Hartwell parlors.”
The first l&ilghed as she answered: “I
feel half sorry for the little thing, for all
the people here seem to be in love with
her. Yet he is certain to tire of her if
he marries her.”
What a revelation it was to poor Nel
lie, who, until this moment, had never
dreamed that such rocks and quicksands
lay-in the course of true love. Her first
thought was that she had been foolish to
imagine that her lover had been seribns
in his professions.' Set fifexfc Was a ’re
solve to refuse him-, if life made an offer
of marriage 5 fend she would do this, not
so much for her own sake as for his.
They said she would wreck his future by
marrying him. There would be a wreck,
she said to herself, but it would not be
his. And so it came to pass that, when
that very evening, he offered hei ins
hand, telling her that his heart was al
ready in her keeping, she crushed her
happiness to the earth, and gave her fal
tering refusal.
away,
The violets grow, and every robin’s track
Is covered by the creeping things of May.
A year had passed, and Nellie sat be
fore the farm-house door, changed but
little, except that she was a trifle more
womanly in appearance, and her expres
sion was more thoughtful than in the old
days. It was her habit to sit thus at
evening, and her thoughts would always
turn to the hour when she parted from
her lover. The tenor of her thoughts
was interrupted by the sharp click of a
horse’s feet on the hard road. In a mo
ment a carriage drew up at the gate,
How fair his face will be when dreams come j Brisk, business-like man alighted and
true,
And we stand face to face with him, and
The rapture of a joy we never knew
Break in the eyes we fniss so constantly.
well, warm heart, so brief a time on
Beneath the dead leaves and the autumn
rain;
That which men count as death, in heaven
is birth;
Flowers die, we say, but bloom in spring
again.
The violet, above you, in the mold,
Awaits the resurrection of the year, |
and when its leaves, in April days, unfold,
TVe’B say, “He lives with God, who once
was with us here.”
— Vick's Magazine,
SHE DID HOT MEAN IT.
Not on any considera-
-I mean John, of course
“Marry you?
tion. Why. Mr.
not.” , ,
Such was the disconnected reply,
which blue-eyed Nellie Loring gave to
John Hartwdl’s request that she would
be his wife. Js, looking gravely at her, •
answered,:
“But I am ver^iich and can surround
•vm with,
came quickly up the pathway
“Is this Mr. Loring’s?” he asked, as
he reached the door.
Nellie arose as she answered him in the
affirmative, and invited him to enter.
Having shown him into the little parlor,
ehe left him to summon her father.
“By George,” said the visitor to him
self; “she is a lovely girl; what news it
will be to her.”
He glanced around the room with
many smiles of approval at the signs of
taste to be seen on every hand, and had
[ hardly finished his hasty inspection when
the farmer entered. The visitor rose
and bowed.
“Is this Mr. Loring?” he asked.
“Yes,” was the reply.
“Were you in California twenty years
ago! But stay, let me first introduce
myself. I am Joseph Roberts, a lawyer
of San Francisco. ”
Mr. Loring extended his hand with
old-fashioned courtesy, as he replied:
I was in California twenty years
ago. ”
‘You bought some land there, did
you not?”
“Yes.”
“And own it still?” -A
“Yes. I have had offers for it, but
ng time. I never felt like
represents to me some of the
F my life.”
wish to sell now?”
perhaps I would, if I could
like a decent price for it.”
pu say to two milliou
“That must have been Jack Hartwell,
the best fellow in the world, though a
little weak about women.”
“Why, is he too fond of them?. Ss
does not look like fl nian who would be
effected in that way,” said Nellie.
“Oh, no. Quite the reverse. No
body knows anything about it; but I be
lieve Jack lost his heart years ago and
has never since found it.”
“Poor fellow,” said the girl; but if
her companion had seen her face, he
would have thought the adjective
strangely misplaced.
AUttle later Hartwell was standing in
a remote corner of the conservatory alone
and lost in reverie; The fiever-ta-be^
forgotten scene at the farm gate came be
fore him more plainly than the gorgeous
bank of flowers beside which he stood.
Suddenly he felt a gentle touch upon his
arm. He turned to find Nellie at his
side.
“You did not say ‘good-bye’ that day
three years ago, when we parted at the
gate, John.”
He l36ked down into her upraised
eyes, his own beaming with the old-time
tenderness and said:
“Shall I do so now, Nellie?” For an
swer she extended her hand, saying
* ‘Not until you have forgiven me for the
last words I spoke that day.” Then her
voice dropping to a whisper, she added:
“They were not true, John.”
His forgiveness was not long withheld.
When, as the ball broke up, he parted
from her at the carriage and turned to
join the friend who had first told of her
presence, the latter said:
‘ ‘I thought you said you did not wish
to be presented to Miss Loring, Jack.”
‘ ‘Why should a man want to be pre
sented to his promised wife?” was the re
ply.— Godey's Lady's Book.
H&w 4o,ooo MBS And v/omen
EARN A LIVING IN PARIS.
These
Astonishing Facts About
Strange Scavengers of the Streets
of the French Capital—Then-
Organization and Work.
not
selling,
astonished re-
f-pL help your
/L eva, put youi, T0 thers .
fitting a good star i n ftfe. n 0 \ c —
that, and most ot & I tell you for \ * w0U1 tt
hundredth time, Ulie, that I love |
L'V-T / ‘--Two what?” was
The girl grew pal, aVd, lot amoraent, I
seemed to falter. Ten' her lips became g U Tw0 million dollars,”
set, and, returning Is glance with one', -*•'
no less steady thanh, own, she said: hesitated a moment before
su i c l ; hi would like to know! something
Girls Who Paint for a Pittance.
A comparatively new industry has
sprung into existence in New York city
within the last few years. It is the manu
facture and decoration of all kinds ol
bric-a-brac and ‘ ‘novelties, ” and includes
such things as slipper-holders, handker
chief cases, photograph cases, spectacles
cases, portieres, sofa cushions, cravat
holders, table covers, lambrequins, fans,
shawls, lamp-shades, shaving-paper hold
ers, screens and many other trifles. The
materials used in the construction of these
works of art, some of which cost several
hundred dollars—and the simplest bit of
celluloid painted, from $ 1 to $2—is silk,
plush, satin, celluloid, tin, pasteboard,
japanned and water-color paints, em
broidering silk, leather and ivory.
There are several large establishments
in the city where these articles are made
and sold at wholesale. In one in Four-
teenth street, about forty girls are em
ployed, whose wages range from $3 to $9
per week. The girls who embroider re
ceive $5 per week, while those who paint
receive $3, $4, $6 and $9 per week, ac
cording to their skill. On the screens,
table-covers, cushions, etc., th& design is
stamped and the work is comparatively
simple, but on< the majority of things the
artist paints her own design free-hand.
It is the latter class who make the most
money, and the work is generally on cellu
loid and ivory, with japanned paints.
The-difference between prices paid: the. •
Hd* orirl -f-nvi/tno — 1
Last year, says Mrs. Frank Lcsb
letter from Paris to the New York TFbrZrZ,
M. Rouff, a dealer in. diamonds, loss a
fine lafgfe peafi, weighing li§ grains arid
valued at fSOOOJ He immediately put
posters up on all the walls : of Paris o er,
ing a handsome reward for its recovery.
Several weeks elapsed when a P® or
woman called on the Commissary or 0
lice in the Rue Montmartre and banded
the lost pearl to that official. Her name
was Gautier. She was a chiffonmere, or
female .ragpicker, by tAde, and ha
found the pearl in a heap! of rubbish in
the Rue Laffitte. She lived in a small
wooden shanty in the Rue du Ruisseau, a
poorly tenanted street belonging to a
quarter known as Les Grandes Carneres
so named from the “large quarries on
the northern slopes of Montmartre, where
the city formerly got much of its fine
limestone for building.
The new law that forbids housekeepers
placing their rubbish in the streets over
night has been a sad blow to the corpora
tion to which this poor 1 honest woman
belongs. Some compensation has, it is
true, been offered them by the tolerance
of the police, who close their eyes to the
infringement of the regulations in the
narrow streets which arelined with shops
and warehouses. They have each their
own concierge, who permits them to
forage at daybreak aiming the rubbish
brought down by the servants from up
stairs.
They have a longer lay’s work now.
Formerly they Started o it at ten at night,
and at four or five in thl'Tfiorning-, when
the carts made their sounds, they had
disappeared from the st eets. Now they
must remain until the s savengers appear
on the scene, or at lea t until the last
boxes of rubbish have 1 een emptied into
the common bin place; on the edge of
the curb by each eoncif -gC;
They have the work >f sorting to do
when they get back from their early
morning task of collecting the refuse.
Some sell it to a boss, <^r trieur (sorter),
as he is .called, who slays at home and
does nothing else. He sits in his room
like a gentleman, and there quietly as
sembles, examines aud separates the dif
ferent articles picked u p his workpeo
ple. He then sells the material to buy
ers of various sorts.
The business is anything but a lucra
tive one. Parisians, however, throw
away every year more than 300,000 tons
of stuff, which the rag-pickers collect and
sell for upward of 25,000,000 francs,
or nearly $5,000,000. The dlily returns
amount in all to more than 70)000 francs
($14,000), but there are 40,0bp men and
women to share the sum between them,
so that each gets an average oL one franc
seventy-five centimes. =or less thpn thirty-
tive cent;
Vwas the calc
doze
“Tell me one tiing,” he pleaded.
‘ ‘Do you love me?”
Her cheeks grew painfully red, then
whiter than before. With a nervous i
more about the matter before answering.
“You shall be told everythifag there is
to tell; only promise me theVefusal of
....... ....... u-.iuic. vi nn a nervous . ■ *,*
rasp, she caught the gate by which ^ w°ould lilbthat
became * ‘ n sbeak. "frankly, I suspe<
will have other offers.
they stood, and ti'en'“ T .j visibly as she
spoke ii\ator^f rcei y ado .
Be regarded her for a moment in
amazed silence: then, lifting his hat,
turned away. He seemed as he did so to try
to say “good-bye,” aud she herself made
nn effort to speak a word of farewell;
but the rising tears choked her utterance,
and sadly aud silerdy she walked up the
garden path to the door of her home.
Once within that friendly shelter, she
hastened toler chamber, and, throwing
herself acuss the bed, let the tears flow
freely.
ui-ve him—love him,” she moaned.
.■‘O; John J I would die to make you
i%ppy. Ohftfcvky do things go so wrong?”
An %&Yvp e P ia g a udself-reproaches
5 T ".viA kj on g summer evening.
Sf ’ - g°ue to his hotel,
” "Gan p'^ en t ^ LC drst train to
Mr. Loring readily gave the pif
asked for, and his visitor entered i'l
long and elaborate explanation, the!
stance of which was that a valuably
ver mine had been found on the
erty, and a half dozen different <fq
artist and the prices at which the
ties are sold is startling. For pain;
and lettering celluloid spectacles cs**rrc
instance, the artist J£S8S7SsStyc^nts’per
Tetail price is $1.50
ipiece. The girls who do this work
mostly live at home and are willing to
do it at any price for the sake of extra
pocket money. Many of them, however,
support themselves, and in some cases
others, by their brush, and the competi
tion of the amateurs seriously affects their
livelihood, and night work with piece
work is necessary to make both ends meet.
The busy season in the art decorative.trade
is from September 1 to April 1, the lat
ter part of the season being devoted to
Easter offerings. None of the girls be
long to any labor orgauiza ion and the
majority have no idea of agitating for bet
ter pay. The hours of work are from 8
a. M. to 5:30 p. m.—New York Tribune.
events which had led
it described, was not a
i the scene ju
pne.
|ic LoringJjFfj. a farmer’s daughter.
v'ttyosJP, being scarcelyjtwenty;
\tty, pi^ant, and although quite
yu repose of manner, was a lova-
cimen of a country-bred girl. Her
’’"'as the owner of a fine farm; but
, “ losses had greatly embarrassed him,
he was not a little troubled about
Nellie s future and that of her two younger
brothers, neither of whom were fitted,
physically, for farm life.
John Hartwell was a young man of
twenty-five, tall and fine looking, sorae-
' T Lrt grave and dignified in manner, but
jiank, manly and simple in his tastes and
habits. He was very wealthy, although
. " i* style of living would not haye led a
casual observer to that conclusion. While
vert a lad, he had been impressed with
the poverty and misery of the great city
in which was his home, and was full of
p.ans to alleviate them. In pursuance of
these he hau. come to the prettv village
near which the Lorings lived, and having
met Nellie, Tad speedily lost his heart?
In the hope of winning her, he had pro
longed his stay to a much greater lengtt
than he had intended.
As for Nellie, she was at first awed bv
he grave and handsome young stranger";
uen had grown to feel a happy security
in his presence, and had ended by retum-
xng his affection with the whole strength
of her nature. Her native modesty
taught her to keep a watch upon her
tongue, and she had answered her love’s
protestations of esteem sometimes with
pleasant bantering, but oftener only bv a
happy glance.
“I will wait until he asks me to be his
wife,” she would tell her heart, when
its quick beating almost forced the
words: “I love you!” from her lips;
“and tell him then what he is to me.”
It happened one day, as she sat in her
favorite seat beside the river, that two
ladies from the city, who were standing
near, but not in sight, began to speak <5
her lover, and for the first time, she
learned of his great wealth, his high po-
iitoon in society, and his plans which
were already the talk of the circle in
which he moved
were on the lookout for the proprietor.
It was finally agreed between Mi? Loring
and his visitor that the former, should go
to New York at once and jnlake further
inquiries from there. Ha
tie to Nellie of the object d
visit and of his own suddi
the'city, except that she i
.very good news.
The result of his inquiries was that he
sold the property for two inillions’in cash,
retaining to himself a quarter interest in
the mine, arid the first that Nellie knew
of her altered fortunes was when she
awoke one morning to find herself an
heiress.
said very lit-
f the lawyer’s
m journey to
flight hope for
“By the way, Hartwell, have you met
the new beauty, Miss Loring? She has
just returned from Europe. I warrant
that you have seen nothing more iovely
in your three j r ears’ absence.”
“Loring?” repeated the other, his
grave, handsome face coloring slightly.
His friend noticing it laughed, as he
replied: “Why, Hartwell, there must be
something in a name after all, since you,
who are known as a woman hater in both
hemispheres, blush at the name of a
woman.”
Hartwell had by this time regained
his self-control, and his voice showed no
trace of emotion, as he said:
“I was not aware that I changed
color, and you must be mistaken. I
will answer your question. I have not
seen the new beauty.”
“Well,” laughed the other, '“you can
say that no longer. ‘Speak of angels,’
you know. Here she comes.”
Hartwell looked in the direction in
dicated, and what he saw made his heart
almost cease to beat. If his friend had
been regarding him then, he would not
have accused him of blushing. His face
was almost ghastly in its pallor. Changed
though she was, far more beautiful than
he had ever imagined she could become,
graceful in every movement, bearing her
self with a quiet dignity that added to
her charm, she was the same Nellie
Loring, who was ever present in his
thoughts—whose image he had vainly
tried to banish. She was coming straight
toward him;, and his friend, without re-
moving his eyes from the lovely figure
said:
“Hartwell, we are in luck. She is
coming near us. Let us ask our hostess
to present us.”
‘No, thank you,” was Hartwell’s
reply as he turned on his heel and dis
appeared amid the throng. The other
remained where he was, and in due time
was honored by the presentation he so
much desired.
“Who was that tall gentleman stand
ing by yon just a moment ago?” asked
Nellie, during a pause in the eonversa-
i tion. which followed the introduction.
What a Street-Car Passenger Saw.
The average woman will scold If. car
ried ten steps beyond her street, but it
she holds a car two minutes while pick
ing her way through the mud she should
have crossed before signaling, it’s all
right. But there is a pleasanter view ol
the street-car man’s life with woman,
says a writer in the St. Louis Star-Snyings,
and a happy illustration of it occurred
last night. I was the sole passenger of
the cai-, having gotten aboard just as the
train reached its outer terminus. The
conductor was a young, beardless fellow,
and had evidently just been married, for
a little woman came aboard and sat with
him while the train waited for “time.”
Her pretty face peeped from the folds of
a natty scarf thrown hurriedly on, and
m her arms she held the cutest of little
dogs. The young man and woman
chatted in almost a murmur, and when
the starting signal was given the young
woman moved reluctantly toward the
door and down the step. The youthful
conductor followed, and just before he
went out on the platform he looked
back at the sole passenger. The look
appeared to be unobserved, and so the
conductor stepped quicker and reached
his hand for tho retiring figure of his
little wife. She stopped and leaned
toward the door; her husband threw his
arm around about her, and- . It was
only for a second, and then the sound of
retreating footsteps came. “It’s my last
trip and I’ll be home soon,” called out
(he youth; and in happy tones the
young woman answered: ‘ ‘Make it very
soon, dear.”
,feji->p5>unds of
fort Shore than
ilea rags are only
cotton three
fetch one franc
hirty-seven 'cents
heir industry
Female Kleptomaniacs.
I was talking recently, said a writer
in the Chicago Times, with the manager
of a large store, where they sell every
thing from a clothespin to an overcoat.
“There is hardly a day,” he said, “that
we do not arrest three or four women for
stealing. We have ajorce of detectives
distributed through the house and it
keeps them busy watching all the crooked
characters who come in here. Most of
the women that we arrest we let go with
a warning. But occasionally a professional
shop-lifter comes along and we feel in
duty bound to prosecute such offenders.
The other day a lady wearing silks and
sealskins was seen to take some articles
from a counter and conceal tirem.
under her cloak. She was taken
upstairs to the office and ■ the
goods found in her possession. She
cried bitterly and begged to be set free,
saying that an irresistible impulse had
caused her to act as she did. She is the
wife of a prominent Board of Trademan
We let her go and told her not to come
near the store again. Almost every thief
we arrest is a woman. On an average we*
have twenty-five of them a week ’»
iones at’Test i
eighty-five centimes, orjhi
per hundredweight.
A man working steady all night—for
they still ply their trade on a small scale;
despite the edicts of the Prefect—may
earn, if he has a fair amount of good
fortune, from forty to sixty cents, but
not more. A silver spoon does occasion
ally turn up in the rubbish, ; but a pearl
of purest orient hue—well, so to speak,
never. Besides, every menjber of the
corporation of ragpickers is bound under
severe penalties to deposit iny valuables
he may find at the nearest police office.
Each has a card or ticket with a number
inscribed, and a number c^responding
with that on the card i3 fattened to the
hotte or basket. Ragpickirs, moreover,
have always been noted for
and honesty.
There are no classes
among the ragpickers, as jo me pretend.
There are only the good and the bad: The
real chiffonnier is readBy recognized by
the adroitness with which, while only
slightly stooping, he transfixes a cork or
any bit of rag or paper and- drops it into
the basket at his shoulders. It requires
years of patient practice to do the thing
neatly. He contemns imitators—people
who would faiu pass themselves off for
the genuine article. There are plenty of
such shams who wear the blue blouse and
go about with the basket, but they are
no members of the corporation. They
are mere hide-venders. Catskins still
find purchasers, and the number of rab
bits eaten at cheap restaurants and water
side resorts enables these prowling frauds
to dispose of the bodies of their'victims.
Comparative Areas of tho Central and
South American Countries.
The coming of the delegates to the
Pali-American Congress makes it perti
nent id ffefhilid alii readers that Central
and South America embrace Sri 8iea a
little greater than twice the exteiii'fji
country in the United States and Terri
tories, and a population of about fifty
millions or about one sixth smaller than
the population of the Republic.
Mexico covers an area just about equal
to that part of the United States east of
the Mississippi River, exclusive of the
States of Louisiana and Mississippi, and
has 10)000,000 inhabitants.
The five Central American Republics of
Costa Rica, Guatemala, HtfndrifaSj Nicav*
augua and Salvador cover au extent df
country about the size of the five States
of New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Mich
igan and Illinois, and have a population
equal to both New York and Indiana.
Brazil’s area is somewhat greater than
that of the United States, exclusive of
Alaska; and her population is about that
of New York, Pennsylvania and Ohio.
The Argentine Republic, with about
half the area of the United States,- has a
population not quite as large as Pennsyl
vania.
Colombia is nearly equal in extent to
New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana,
Illinois, Michigan and Wisconsin, with a
population probably a little less than
that of New York State.
Bolivia’s territory is somewhat greater
than that of the Atlantic States, Pennsyl
vania, Ohio and Michigan, and has a
population about Indiana’s figure.
Peru is a little larger thin the Atlantic
States and Pennsylvania, and her popu
lation is about that of Illinois.
Venezuela is lafget than Peru by about
as much territory aSis embraced In New
Jersey, arid her population is about eqiial
to Indiana’s.
Ecuador could contain Ohio, New
York, Pennsylvania, Michigan and Hli-
nois, but her population "is not quite up'
to that of Michigan alone.
Chili’s domain cut up would make
States as extensive as Ohio, Pennsylvania
and Indiana. Her population is. some
what greater than that of Indiana.
Paraguay is big enough to include
Ohio and New York within her borders,
but her entire population scarcely exceeds
that of Cleveland.
Uruguay is not quite as large as Ohio
and Indiana combined,and has just about
the same number of inhabitants as Brook
lyn, N. Y.
The Guiauas are English, French and
Dutch colonies. British Guiana,twice as
large as Ohio, has just about the popula
tion of Cleveland. French Guiana,
somewhat larger than Ohio, has about as
many inhabitants as Toledo. Dutch
Guiana, nearly as laTge as Pennsylvania,
has no more inhabitants than Columbus.
.— Cleveland Plaindealcf.
categories
An Honorable Merchant.
Several” years ago a Boston merchant
failed in busiuess, owing many thousands
more than he could hope to pay, with no
assets but health, sti'ength and strict in
tegrity. Among his creditors, was a
brother merchant to whom he owed
$11,000, which in course of time was
charged to profit and loss and probably
forgotten. Some years afterward the
creditor died, and all evidence of the
debt died with him, his children having
no knowledge of it. But fickle fortune
unexpectedly smiled upon the bankrupt,
and his efforts to recover himself and re
gain his lost wealth were crowned with
success. He remembered his debt, and,
outlawed though it was, determined to
pay it. He sought out his creditors’
children, and, relating the circumstances,
insisted upon their receiving the amount
of the debt, with compound interest,pay-
ing them upward of $40,000, exacting
but one condition, that the fact should
never be mentioned publicly, and it is now
made known for the first time, after he
has been long in his grave. It is fair to
presume that other obligations were met
in like manner. Colonel Henry L. Hig-
ginson, of the firm of Lee, Higginson &
Co., is the son of this man, who paid to
the children the debt he owed their
father.—Boston Budget.
Sound-ShadowS.
Still more interesting than the experi
ments of Colladon were those made in
the Bay of San Francisco in 1874 by Pro
fessor John Le Conte and his son, Mr.
Julian Le Conte. The source of sound
was not such as would give, a definite
pitch, like a bell, but the quick, violent,
single inipulse due to the explosion of
dynamite employed in the blasting of
rocks which obstructed the channels. The
intensity of the shock thus, propagated
was such as to be felt as a blow on the
feet of a person seated in a boat three
hundred feet.or more from the detonating
cartridge, and to kill bundfeds of fish.
Several vertical posts x>r prtJ, each about
a.foot in diameter, projected from the
ground out of the water in the neighbor
hood . A stout glass bottle was suspended
in the water about a foot in the rear of
one of these piles, within the geometric
shadow determined by lines supposed to
be drawn from the cartridge forty feet
horizontally away. The bottle was per
fectly protected from the shock of the ex
plosion. It was then put in front of the
pile. The first shock shivered it into
hundreds of fragments. Other bottles,
some filled with air and some with water,
were similarly exposed in various direc
tions around the pile, and with the same
result—destruction, except when within
the protecting shadow. The experiments
were varied by immersing' stbut glass
tubes, incased in thick paper, horizontally
across the direction of the sound-rays in
water, between two piles which were
aligned with the dynamite cartridge.
These piles were twelve feet apart, the
nearer one being forty feet from the car
tridge. Its shadow, therefore, just cov
ered the second pile, and included the in
termediate water, with the middle part
of each tube. After au explosion these
protected parts were found to be un
broken, while the ends which projected
on the two sides beyond the shadow were
completely shattered. The boundary be
tween the regions of shadow and noise
was sharply defined on the tubes, even at
a distance of twelve feet behind the pro
tecting pile.—Popular Science Monthly.
Hainan Life is Lengthening.
Human life is estimated to have
lengthened twenty-five per cent. during the
last half century. The average of human
life in Rome under Caesar was eighteen^
years; now it is fifty. ♦The average in
France fifty years ago was twenty-eight;
the mean duration in 1867 was 4oi
years. In Geneva, during the thirteenth
century, a generation played its part upon
™f_- Sta ? e an< ^ ^PPeSred in fourteen
years; now the drama
sears before the curtain ValUr
requires forty
The Old Fisherman Was -Beaten.
A good story has never been told in
print of royal Reuben Wood, that genial
friend to everybody, whose death was so
widely mourned. He was a true son of
good old Izaak Walton, an enthusiastic
and successful angler, of course. One
evening while in camp in the Adiron-
dacks, he was challenged by a member of
the party whose knowledge . of angling
was birt slight.
The conditions were that they should
stand near each other by the side of a
favorite pool, each casting into the pool
during a period of fifteen minutes, the
contest to be decided by count. Uncle
Reuben’s eyes glistened as the details- of
the match were considered, and at the
same time he set about “making up” a
new cast of flies that he might be qble to
do his best when the struggle came on
the following day.
It was prepared with all his wonted
skill, cunning and delicacy, and laying
the new “cast” and his cigar aside he
lay down to dream of how he would lure
the dainty trout to his creel. At the ap
pointed hour the contest began, with the
usual judges and a referee. The chal
lenger oft and repeatedly led beautiful
trout to his score, but Mr. Wood was
less fortunate. He was not successful in
“striking” his “rises,” and only now
and then did he secure a fish.
Later in the contest he exchanged the
leader he had made up so carefully for
one which had been much used, and
then his luck began; but it wfls too late,
for when the time came for the contest to
expire be was badly beaten. The real
reason for his failure was kept a secret
for some time, but it finally became
known that while Mr. Wood slept the
challenger had filed the barbs from his
hooks. In no other way could that
noble-minded man have been beaten.—
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BIG SHANTY EATING HOUSE,
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The up day passenger from Atlanta and the
night passenger going down take breakfast and
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