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t wonder why!
J wonder why heart* change so carelessly,
'
Foriretful of the nre* they have set
Aglow in other hearts.
Forgetful of the trembling lips once wet
With dews of kisses.
I wonder why it eomes-forgetfnlneas
i o «teni away the loya’.ty and truth
J hat once were glorified,
Leading, alone, a formless shadow— ruth
l or those forgotten.
I wond«r why we cannot, earnestly,
Command our loves as we command our
And prove It sweetly true,
Thai love remains to him who truly strives
To grow in constancy.
1 wonder wli we never know ourselves—
G»n never look into ourselves and see
The hidden springs that wait
A magic touch to burst forth mightily,
And ’whelm our startled souls.
I wonder why omm earnest vows enshrined
Within the inn'*r temple* of our love,
Grow faint with lapsing time.
Like echoes from some wbisp'ring voice
above
The far oft floating clouds-*
J wonder why!
- New Orleans Tlmes-Democrat.
A FAIR PRISONER.
iJY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.
A ND the Olmer, lived?” was old eagerly. this said witch where Grace
mi Up on the shelv
“11 ing sides of Mount
III Buckle cleared there was
h wq a space
ri among the pines
I and maples, where
| ft spring bubbled
77 f. ■ out from the rock
j and a ruinous one
$ storied cabin stood
3 perched like the
eyrie of an eagle, All around the
grass was purple with wild violets and
the birds were whistling in the woods.
Suddenly Grace drew back and
clutched instinctively at Haley 'un¬
Harden’s arm as something lean and
stealthy glided but from the half
closed door and darted into the thick¬
ets beyond.
“What was that?” she gasped, “A
cat?”
"No,” Haloyono laughed, with a
scornful shrug of the shoulders. “Any
one could fell that you were from the
city, Grade Olmer. Whoever saw a
cat of that color -.that shape? It’s a
fox. And there arc panthers in these
woods, and one winter a bear came out
into the clearing, and Hurst Dockrill
diet him.”
“Does no ono live hero now?”
Haloyono shook her head.
“It’s too wild and desolate. Who
would live three miles up Buckle
Mountain? Aunt Betsy used to gather
herbs and sell them. She lived on nuts
and berries, and ono day they found
her sitting dead by her fire. Oh, yes,
I know tho place is in good repair—
those old-fashioned log cabins will
last forever if nobody pulls them
down!”
She pushed open the door.
“Let’s go inside,” said she, “andsit
down to rest.”
The floor had rotted away, and tall
weeds and bushes were rioting in the
fireplace; an old wooden bench stood
against the crumbling wall.
“Now, Grace," said Halcyone, giv¬
ing her fair hair u little toss as they
seated 1 have themselves, brought “do you know wh*y
you hero?”
“To look at the old witch’s hut, I
suppose, and to get some violets. Oh,
it is so beautiful here—if only the
bear doesn’t put in an appearance!”
“The bear was shot long ago. And
wo could have got violets down in the
meadow, almost anywhere. No, Grace,
1 wanted to ask you if—if you really
oared for Aleck Dale?”
Graco Olmer’s faco became scarlet,
her lashes drooped.
“Halcyone,” said she, “you have no
right to ask me such a question as
that!”
Halcyone Marden sprang to her feet
and stood indignantly before her
friend.
“But I havo a right!” said she.
“Look here, Grace ! Before you came
to Buckleton, Aleck was my lover. He
■wont everywhere with me—he was
going to ask me to be his wife. ”
“Did he ever sav so in words?”
“N-no. But a man’s heart speaks
out in other things than words!” ex¬
citedly uttered Halcyone. “I was as
sure of it as I am that the sun is shin¬
ing now. And then you came—and
everything is so different!”
Grace lifted her blue, dark-fringed
eyes, and even in this moment of fran¬
tic jealousy, her rival could not but
confess to herself how beautiful they
were, and looked Halcyone full in the
face.
“Am I to blame because things are
different ?” said she.
“Captain Dalzell likes you, Grace,"
coaxed Halcyone, putting her hand
caressingly on the other girl’s shoul¬
der. “He is rich—he owns the hand¬
somest house in Buckleton. ”
Grace sprang up, shaking off Hal¬
eyone’s touch.
“And you would have me marry a
man whom I could never love, simply
because he is rich?” said she.
“Other girls do it. And you are
t very hat old poor—you bed-ridden can hardly support
father of vours in
tho home in New York. You see, I
know all about your affairs, Grace i
Olmer !” '
“I am not what you are pleased to
call ‘other girls.’ As for mv father, i
there home, is no long disgrace I in his his being in a j
as as pay wav.” ;
“Grace, listen.” Haleyone’s voice i
grew flexible and coaxing. “You and
1 both had offers to-day to go to the
new shirt factory in Whitesdown. I
must remain here, because my father
and mother want me to remain near
them. But—you will go, won’t you?”
“I havo no intention of going,” said
Grace, calmly.
But at least promise me, Gracie—
dear Gracie—that you will not dance
W5tb Aleck Dale at the party to
l''eRued Halcyone.
“Halcyone, i you are a very strange
girl, saul Grace Olmer. “If yon
really care for this man—who has not
as yet expressed a preference of any
kind the lists are as open to you as
me. No, I will pledge myself to
ig?
one Marden a tall girl,
bundanee of, yellpw hair, a
THE MONROE ADVERTISER, FORSYTH, GA., TUESDAY, APRIL 10. 1894 -EIGHT PAGES
rose-bright complexion, and hazel
shot though and through by to
paz gleams.
Mthongh of New England birth, she
p.«*es*ed many of the characteristics
of a tropical clime. Her grandfather j
had been a Portuguese ship captain,
exiled from his native land through
some political disturbance.
she made a quick step forward.
“And you dare take him away from
me!” she exclaimed, the topaz eyes !
glittering strangely. j
must take his own choice! ;
“But, Grace, you are as calm as j
moonlight and a* cold as snow. To
J on tbere arc pl fint y of others be
sides this man, while to me he is all
j the world. You will give him up?”
“He must choose for himself,” was
the low reply. *
J glance Halcyone at her viva), flashed and one rushed wrathful out of
;
! the cabin, letting the nail-studded
door bang behind her, and the next
moment Grace could hear her flying
footsteps thick-growing crash down the tall briers
and hazle bushes on
the path below.
She sprang to her feet.
“Halcyone! Halcyone!” she cried,
waving her handkerchief through the
narrow, slit-like window, which was
nearly on a level with her eyes.
“Where are you going? Wait for
me, Halcyone.”
For one second the other girl
paused. She saw that the door had
settled heavily down into the logs of
the threshold, and that Grace Olmer
was a captive in the old witch’s cabin.
A sudden exultation throbbed
through her heart—a half-formed
piece of strategy.
“Why not?” she asked herself.
“Does it not serve her right, the cold,
passionless, flinty-hearted thing? Let
her stay there until she comes to her
senses! One night <ni Mount Buckle
■won’t hurt her, and the coast will be
free for me!”
Tt was not for some time that Grace
Olmer realized that she was a prisoner
in this wild spot—that her individual
strength would not suffice to stir the
heavy door that had settled so solidly
down into the mouldering logs of the
threshold, and that the one window
was far too small to afford any egress.
In the west the sun was setting in a
crimson blaze over Buckle Lake; a
low wind rustled the rose briers out¬
side ; and a faint sweetness rose up
from the crushed violets in her lap.
She drew a quick, shuddering
breath; then she tried to laugh.
“I must be patient,” she thought.
“Some one will surely come along, if
I only wait long enough. There must
bo some woodcutter on the mountain
—or perhaps a boy, digging sassafras
roots!”
But she waited aud waited, and the
deep red sunset faded into purple and
then into gray, and still no one came.
She thought of old Betsy Bloom,
“tho witch,” sitting stark and dead;
she remembered the stealthy rush of
the red fox ; and still she kept assur¬
ing herself that this was only a joke.
Halcyone would surely return, or some
one else would come to her aid.
And then she remembered the rustic
dnuce on tho sawmill floor that was
planned for that evening, and won
dered, with a rush of blinding tears to
her eyes, if Alexander Dale would
miss her.
Halcyone Marden looked unusually
beautiful that evening, in a white
gown of some soft, crinkly material,
with a bunch of blue iris at her belt
and a caxcauet of blue beads around
her white throat.
The band—two fiddles and a horn,
played by three energetic colored men
—was wrestling with “Climbing Up
De Golden Stairs,” aud about twenty
collides were romping up and down the
floor in the famous “Highlaud Schot
tische” when she came in.
“Where is;Miss Olmer?” asked the
master of ceremonies, a stalwart young
lumberman.
Halcyone made him a low courtesy.
“Am I Miss Olmer’s keeper?” said
she, satirically.
“No. But she boards at the same
place, doesn’t she?”
“For all that, I’m not answerable
iot her movements!” Halcyone re¬
torted.
“Will you dance with me, Hal¬
cyone?” called out Ross Duncan.
And with a quick glance around the
room to satisfy herself that Mr. Dale
was not there, Halcyone accepted the
challenge.
“I may as well amuse myself until
he comes,” she thought.
Her tawny eyes sparkled, her cheeks
glowed a rich carmine, and her pulses
bounded joyously to the time of the
music. Opportunity was all that she
had needed, and surely she should
triumph now!
“And of course,” she added, within
herself, “Grace Olmer will know that
it was all a mistake, How was I to
know that the door swung shut?”
Slowly the evening passed by.
Dance after dance succeeded each
other ; the music clashed loudly; peo¬
ple came aud went, and Halcyone
reigned the undoubted queen of the
rustic merry-makers, yet still the
“man of men” did not dawn upon her
horizon.
And to the universal query, “What
has become of Aleck Dale?” nobody
was ready with a rejoinder.
Out in Buckleton the people did not
keep late hours, aud it was not very
much past midnight when Halcvone
Marden’s escort left her at the* pic
turesque little garden *box-bordered gate, and, j
sauntering up the path, !
she saw in the level Mav moonlight
*
two figures on the porch.
“Who is that ?" she called out. !
“Wbr, it is never Grace Olmer?”
“Yes, Grace Olmer!” responded a
well-known voice, and Alexander Dale
stepped —“Grace out Olmer into the and full pearly humble light j
your ,
servant as tfell. I happened to be ‘
coming dowu Buckle Mountain late
this afternoon with some squirrels I
had shot, and to my surprise I en
countered a captive princess in an en
chanted tower—Grace Olmer in the
old witch’s hut—and I had the happi
ness of releasing her and being her
escort home.'
“Halcyone,” said Grace, looking the
golden-haired girl full in the face,
“did you know that when yon swung
that heavy door shut that it fastened
me in?”
“Oh, Gracie!”
The color came and went on Hal
cyons's check; but the tawny eyes
revealed their secret a»d Grace knew
all, though her companion spoke na
word.
“But,” spoke Dale, joyfully, “how
ever it may have happened, it gave me
the opportunity for which I had long
hoped. Congratulate me, Halcyone—
Miss Olmer has promised to be my
wife.” #
Haleyone’s smile was cold and mean¬
ingless as the moonlight around her^
and her heart was colder still as shn
held out her hand to her successful
rival and mechanically uttered the
words;
“I—congratulate—you!”
For in all life’s contests, where out
wins another must fail.—Saturdaj
Night,
Silver in a Buffalo’s Head.
The buffalo of Ceylon carries hii
head in a peculiar manner—the horm
thrown back and the Dose projecting
on a level with his forehead—thus se
curing him from a fatal front shot,
This renders him a dangerous enemy,
as he will receive any number of balls
from a small gun in the throat and
chest without showing the least dis
tress. This account of a dangerous
encounter with the animal is given by
the author of “Rifle and Hound in
Ceylon.” I had fired without killiugthe
buffalo and had not a ball left. With
a stealthy step and a short grunt the
bull advanced upon me, seemingly
aware of my helplessness. Suddenly
a bright thought flashed through niv
mind. Without taking my eyes off
the animal, I jiut a double charge of
powder down the right-hand barrel,
and, tearing off a piece of my shirt, I
took nil the money from my pouch,
three shillings in sixpenny pieces and
two anna pieces. Quickly making
them into a roll with the piece of a
rag, I rammed them down the barrel.
They were hardly well home before the
bull sprang forward. I had no time
even to replace the ramrod, and
threw it in water, bringing my gun on
full cock at the same instant. I now
had a charge in my gnu whieh, if re¬
served till he was within a few feet of
the muzzle, would certainly floor him.
The horns were lowered, their points
were on either side of me, and the
muzzle of the gun barely touched his
forehead when I pulled the trigger and
three shillings’ worth of small change
rattled into his hard head. Down he
went and rolled over with the sud¬
denly checked momentum of his
charge. Away went B— and I as fast
as our heels would carry us, through
the water and over the plain, knowing
that he was not dead, but only
stunned. There was a large fallen
tree about half a mile from us whose
whitened branches, rising high above
the ground, offered a tempting asy¬
lum. To this we directed our steps,
and after a run of 100 yards we turned
and looked behind us. The buffalo
had regained his feet and was follow¬
ing us slowly. We now experiened the
difference of feeling between hunting
and being hunted. By degrees the
bull’s pace slackened and he fell. We
were only too glad to be able to re¬
duce our speed, but we had no sooner
stopped to breathe than he was up
again and after us. At length, how¬
ever wo gained the tree and beheld
him stretched powerless upon the
ground within 200 yards of us. ”
Robbery Strangely Traced.
“Here,” said a Lewiston detective,
“is a queer thing to convict a man oi
burglary with,” aud lie held up the
head of a hammer which he had kepi
in a drawer in his table. It was an
ordinary hammer head, only the strik¬
ing end of it was battered in a strange
and peculiar way. One side of it was
broken off.
“A break was made in a Lewiston
home last winter, ancl besides a small
lot of jewelry a bundle of papers was
carried away. The papers were of a
private nature, and such that the own¬
er desired as much to recover them as
he did the jewelry. The robber had
entered the house through the kitchen
and, while picking the lock, had set a
hammer down in a pan of molasses
candy that had been put into the back
entry to cool during the night. When
he took up the hammer it had left the
imprint of its head in the candy. I
saved that pan aud kept it on ice all
last summer in an uptown ice house.
This winter I was in a local junk store
and found this hammer in the pocket
of a coat in the pile of old clothes. I
knew it by the head of it to be the one
dropped into the candy pan.
< i ( Who did you buy this of?’ 1
asked.
“The dealer happened to remember,
and I took the hammer head and went
to the man’s house. There I found
that he had died during the summer,
but his widow recognized the hammer.
I asked if her husband had left any
old letters or papers, and she brought
out the lost bundle. She knew noth¬
ing about any jewelry, but her hus¬
band had left $300. I took the papers
to their owner and told him the thief
was dead.”—Lewiston (Me.) Journal.
Iuternal Temperature ol Trees.
Tim internal temperatuie of treei
has been observed for some time past
by M. Frinz, of Uccle, in Belgium,
who finds their mean annual tempera¬
ture at the heart of the trunk the same
as that of the air, but the mean
monthly temperature of the trees some
times degrees differs from the latter by two or
three centigrade. On certain
days the difference in question may be
as much as ten degrees centigrade.* In
very cold weather the internal tem
perature falls to a lew tenths of a de
gree below the freezing point, and
then remains stationary. In very hot
weather the temperature of the
stays at fifteen degrees centigrade or
thereabout. A large tree is, therefore,
cooler in hot weather and warmer in
cold weather than the air.—London
Globe.
■*' -
Business Methods Necessary ‘
Business methods are needed on the
farm; not the three-volume ledger sort,
perhaps, but something approaching a
system. The farmer must study the
needs of the market and tho probable
changes ere his crop is harvested. He
must know when he can afford to sail
and when it is proper to hold. He
cannot always tell, for human judgment
is liable to err, but he will find the
first efforts toward system so satisfac
tory that he will not desire to change,
City Times,
BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SKETCHES FROM
VARIOUS SOURCES. I
Disappointment—An Accident—Ami
Running Away From It—A Good
Club — Slightly Ofl-Ex
haustion, Etc., Etc,
° W the h ° P< ‘ that iS ten ' lerest :
The thought 1
Whenever causes tear-drop« to gush ;
the day for procession arrives
The roadway is covered with slush.
—Washington Star.
AN ACCIDENT.
Is Charley Bankins in the swim?”
“No. He was, but he caught a
financial cramp.”
a good corn.
Young Chasehim—“I hear there’s
a Hunt Club in this town. Foxhunt
ing, I suppose?”
st. Agedore—“No. Heiresses.”—
Truth.
SLIGHTLY OFF.
“The hen I killed hopped about
wildly for fully five minutes after the
execution.”
“Yes, she J st her head completely. ”
-Hallo.
EXHAUSTION.
Twynn—“Yon look very tired,
Triplett.”
Triplett—“Yes, I am. I’m as tired
as though yesterday had been a holi
lay.”—Puck.
AND RUNNING AWAY FROM IT.
Magistrate—“You say you are
steadily employed? What is your
occupation ?”
Dusty Roades—“Lookin’ fur work. ”
—Chicago Record.
INSOMNIA.
“I don’t understand how yon can
sleep -with all those debts hanging over
your head. ”
“Oh! I sleep all right, it’s my
creditors that don’t. ”—Hallo.
TO EXPORT AN HEIRESS.
The Count—“Hello, m’sieu le due,
what haf you come to America for—
business or pleasure?”
The Duke—“Business; I’m going to
get married.”—Chicago Record.
THE RESULT OF THE PRESENT TENDENCY.
Architect—“Eureka ! I’ve got the
ideal.”
Contractor — “Ideal what?”
Architect—“The ideal plans for a
flat. Eighteen closets and no rooms!”
—Chicago Record.
HARD LUCK.
“It’s no use,” said Meandering
Mike; “hard luck’s after as an’ we
might as well quit dodgin’. ”
“What do you mean?”
“Every time we strike a town we
find that they’ve opened up a factory
an’ are lookin’ fur hands. ”—Washing¬
ton Star.
A CYNICAL DEDUCTION.
“Herbert,” she said tenderly, “what
did you do with that poetry you wrote
on ray birthday?”
“That stuff?” he responded, with a
sneer. “That wasn’t poetry.”
“Why, what makes you think that ?”
“I got a magazine editor to accept
it for publication. ”
THE CURRENT POLITICAL CANT.
Old Solidman— * ‘So, young man,
you wish to marry my daughter. Are
you able to support a wife ? What is
your income?”
Young Siimwad—“Sir, you should
be aware that all such questions are
inquisitorial and repugnant to the
spirit of every true American.”—Puck.
THE PROPER IMPLEMENT.
“Do you believe that all flesh is
grass, Mrs. Small?” asked Mr. Hun¬
ker of his landlady, who requested him
to carve.
“Y'es, sir; that is what the good
book says.”
“Then I’ll trouble you to have the
lawn mower brought in, instead of
this carving knife.”—Puck.
HOW JT CAME.
“I don’t understand,” said the man
who was visiting New York, “how
Tumper came to be put into the di¬
rectory as a mechanic.”
< ( Well, you see, he had to have some
occupation.”
“But I thought he busied himself
solely with politics.”
“That's it. He attends to the ma
chine. ”—Washington Star.
TWO.
Excited Individual (rushing into
drug 6tore)—“Have you got a tele¬
phone? I want to telephone out to
my house.”
Clerk—“Yes, sir. Right back
there.”
Excited Individual (ten minutes
later)—“Well, how much is it?”
Clerk (mechanically)—“What’s the
number?”
Excited Individual (glaring) — * ‘It’s
twins. ”—Judge.
REASONS FOR HIS DAY OFF.
Mr. Howell (of the firm of Gettup
A Howell)—“Is there any good reason,
Mr. Addemup, why yon should want
j to take the day off?”
! Bookkeeper—“Why, yes, sir ; I
I there is. My youngest boy fell
! end broke his leg this morning, the
house next door was on fire when I
home, my daughter is to be mar
ned at noon, it's George W ashington s
Birthday, and I’m sick. "—Chicago
Tribune.
an optimist. __ _
“I made quite an impression on Mr.
Jinglegilt,” said the man who is al
! ways impecunious,
“Indeed?”
“I told him just what the causes of
the recent depression were and showed
i him how a man with a thousand
lars could take advantage of the times
so as to get rich inside of five year 3 .”
"
“How would you do it?”
j “Just by watching the corners and
attending “to business. I offered to
give him my note for a thousand, just
to demonstrate that it could be done.”
4 “And would he indorse note?”
your
“No, but he did the next best
thing.”
“What was that?’.’
“He indorsed my opinion.”—Wash
ington Star.
TRCE INTELLECT.
Hicks—“They tell me that Mnnm
make is a smart financier.”
Micks—“Smart? No name for it.
He’s the brightest intellect I ever knew ;
he’s a phenomenon. Whr, the other
da Y a fellow came into Munnimake’s
office when Mnnnimake was all alone
and demanded, at the point of a revol¬
ver, §100,000.”
Hicks—“Yes?”
Wicks—“He saw it was no use to
refuse, so be drew his check for the
full amonnt.”
Hicks -“Nothing vert smart about
that.”
M ick—“But listen. After handing
the fellow the check, Munnimaka be
gun to talk confidentially with the
chap and actually induced* him to in
vest the whole sum and $10,000 be¬
sides in A. Q. and W. bonds that ain’t
worth the paper they’re printed on!
That’s what I call intellect.”—Boston
Transcript.
Mail Armor.
The covering for the body in t ime of
war usually consisted of ordinary or* gar
ments very thickly quilted, eov
ered with small rings of metal sown
upon the inside.
The quilted material deadened to a
considerable extent the force of a
blow and the rings made it very diffi¬
cult for the lance or sword to pene¬
trate. There seems to be some ground
for believing that small disks of horn
or bone were sometimes sewed upon
garments fora similar purpose; but
this is not absolutely certain, for we
have only the representations in il¬
luminations to judge by, and it is not
always easy to tell exactly what was
meant to be depicted.
The mail armor varied much as to
the manner in which the rings were
Affixed to the surface that they wore
intended to protect; in some instances
they seem to be sewn on to one edge
only, in rows, and so to overlap each
other ; in others they do not overlap,
and in yet other cases they are linked
together after the manner in which
purses used to be made of small steel
rings. This last form of mail was cer¬
tainly the strongest and most perfect,
and if the iron or steel links were well
made it would require a skillful blow
from sword or lance to penetrate
through them, and even then the
weapons would have to be of unusually
well tempered metal.
There was considerable variety in
helmets and shields at different times
during this period. We find the kite¬
shaped shield in the Bayeux tapestry,
but later it became shorter and wider;
the round Saxon shield, sometimes
made of wood alone, sometimes cov
ered with bull’s hide, lingered for a
long time, and for men-at-arms this
shape was retained nearly as ^ong as
the use of the shield continued. —Qin
cinnati Commercial-Gazette.
A New Use For the Compass,
A man who lias decided theories on
hygienic subjects is said to carry a
compass in his pocket for the proper
placing of his be 1 when traveling. He
thinks this of the utmost importance
in securing perfect repose, and urges
his friends to form the habit of sleep¬
ing with the head toward the north,
in order to get the benefit of the elec¬
tric currents which are constantly
passing from north to south.
This is a very old theory, and it
certainly would be well for poor
sleepers to test it.
In the absence of a compass it is
claimed that a watch may do duty for
one by pointing the hour hand to the
sun, when the south will be exactly
half-way between the hour and the
figure XII. on the dial of the watch,
and of course the point directly op¬
posite would be the north.
In houses which face east or west
this method of placing the bed in
sleeping-rooms is generally the one
best adapted to the shape of the room,
but where the exposure is north or
south it might have an awkward effect.
To remedy this, set a projecting
brass rod in the wall a short distance
from the ceiling, and of a length equal
to the width of the bed. Throw over
it a long scarf, tent fashion, and push
the bed up under it close to the wall.
This scarf may be made of two
■widths (for a single bed) of dotted
Swiss or any delicate white goods,
ruffled all around, or of one of the
dainty ‘laundering. colored chintzes which will
bear It should reach
within a foot or so of the floor, and
serves to cover the back of the bed
stead, which, if not of brass, might
be unsightly set in this way.—Harper’s
Bazar.
Big Costs tor Killing a Man.
It is said that ordinarily a railroad
would rather kill a passenger than
maim one, as the cost for killing is
but $5000, whereas that of maiming
may be very much more at the discre
tion of the jury. The Supreme Court
of Arkansas has just handed down a
decision of great interest on this very
subject, giving damages of $20,000
against the Little Rock and Memphis
Railroad for the killing of J. G. Gist,
at Argenta, in November, 1890. The
Lonoke (Ark.) Circuit Court gave a
verdict in the matter of $25,000, and
the ,, case was appealed , , to , the „ Supreme
! Uourt on tn e ground that the^damages
.
excessive, i it cost $20,000 to
kill a man, the railroads will be a lit
JJ®. ^ mo rate ^ e careful the railroads about winch human run life. into At
^ long mca ago. ?° would >ew Orleans nave been Bicayune. bankrupt
Sun Spots Lessen Annual lieat.
It has been observed that after the
sun Bpots have been at a minimum,
the summers are hotter, just as though
there was more heat coming from the
sun at such periods, and the fact ha.‘
been accounted for by supposing that
sun spots are caused by vast clouds oi
matter erupted from the sun afftl con
densed in the surrounding space.
These act as secrets and prevent tbs
sun’s heat from radiating freely
through them. From an examination
of statistics A. B. McDowell, M. dur* A ,
has found that in New England
ing the hot summers following tit*:
minima of sun spots the mouth oi
August is hotter than Julv, an effect
dne, in all likelihood, to accumulation
of the heat.— American Registor.
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS.
SEWING MACHINE RUG.
*- new thing in household economy
Is a sewing machine rug. It should
be made of crash or something of thni
nature, and about six feet square. A
worn sheet might be colored some
neutral shade, and thus utilized. Set
the machine near the middle of the
rug, then you can keep all your snip¬
ping.? and threads on the rug and in
the evening pick it up and shake off
the litter without having to sweep and
dust the whole room.—Washington
Star.
CANNING WHOLE TOMATOES.
Select very firm tomatoes, peel
without scalding, remove the hard
stem end, place stem end up in shal¬
low baking pans, and bake in quick
oven until barely tender. They should
be firm enough to lift on a fork with¬
out breaking, though it is better to
use a large spoon in placing in the
cans than to strain them. Use new
tin cans, leaving them on the outer
edge of the stove until sealed. When
prepared just right, they are delight¬
fully firm and fresh for winter. A
nice way for those who like tomatoes
in vinegar is to place the uupeeled
fruit in a Mason jar and cover with
boiling vinegar—not too strong—seal
immediately, and exclude the light.—
New York News.
THE INVALID’S PILLOW.
“Pillow cases,” writes Doctor Anna
Fullerton, in Household News, on the
care of the sick room, “should be
very frequently changed, as they soon
look crumpled and soiled, being
pressed into various shapes in the fre¬
quent changes of position demanded
by the patient. In -changing the pil¬
low, t-lie patient’s head should be care¬
fully raised and allowed to rest on one
arm while with the other hand the
pillow or pillows may be removed.
The head being then gently laid down
for a metaent-, if there is but one at¬
tendant in the room, the pillows may
he shaken up—at a proper distance
from the bed—the covers changed if
necessary, and the pillows then re¬
placed in the same way. In propping
up should a patient with pillows the first one
be pushed well down against
the small of the back and each addi¬
tional pillow arranged a little back of
the last, so that they shall together
constitute a wedge which will well sup¬
port the back and head and not inter¬
fere with the proper action of the
lungs. The firmer pillows are best
placed beneath and the softer ones on
top.
ON KEEPING BREAD.
One hears a great deal of talk about
moist bread, and a large number of
housekeepers shut their bread in air
tight boxes to keep it moist, writes
Mrs. Emma P. Ewing. Such barbar
j ous cions treatment in keeping of it bread moist, may but lie effica- bread
j j from which has disagreeable, fresh air is clayey excluded flavor, al
ways a
j and is unpalatable to people of cnl
j tured tastes, who appreciate the nutty
sweetness that is a prominent charac
i teristic of all good bread.
The foolish notion of keeping bread
’ moist had ils origin in bad cookery.
Most of the stuff made by bakers has
to be eaten fresh and moist, or not
eaten at all. It is so light and wooly
that, if exposed to the air a few hours,
it grows dry and husky, and is almost
as unsavory and inlvutritious as chips.
A large proportion of homemade bread
is similar in character, and is affeeted
in a similar manner by e posure to
, the air. But properly-made bread—
such bread as ought to be in every in¬
telligent home and on every table
three times a day— grows sweeter by
exposure to the air, and is not at its
best until two or three days old.
Bread should be kept in a well cov¬
ered box or jar, but it should not be
wrapped in cloths, and the box or jar
! in which it is kept should have small
holes in the top or sides, through
which the fresh air can have access.
As soon as loaves of bread are taken
from the oven they should be exposed
freely to pure air, and at no time
afterward should they be excluded
from it. Make good bread, put it in
a well ventilated box after it is per¬
fectly cool, and it will keep sufficient¬
ly moist at least a week.—Jennesu
Miller Monthly.
RECIPES.
Baked Eggs—Beat the whites of sis
eggs to a froth, preserving the yolks
intact and keeping each in a separate
saucer; pour the whites into a butter
dish and drop on six spoonfuls of
cream, and in each hollow formed by
this Jay a yolk ; salt slightly and bake
until set.
j Cream Tomato Soup—Boil one quart
of water with a can of tomatoes, two
| large potatoes minced fine, two onions
also minced, a teaspoonful of sugar
a few sprigs of parsley. When the
potatoes are done, finish the season
mg to taste, and add at once a quart
; ! A nchovy Toast—This
very epicurean
supper dish must be served very hot,
with P 1 ® 1 ** of ca J enile or paprika and
i^nion juice to taste. r Toast some neat
discs of bread cllt with a P a8tr J cut
ter to a 8Jze a trlfie lar ^ er thau a sil *
i ver dol!ar > butter and s P read Wltb
i anchovy paste. Lay on each a slice of
j hard bolled eand s P nnkle with a
little parsley minced almost as fine as
dust.
Coffee Jelly—Soak a box of gelatine
for half an hour in a pint of cold
water; add three pints of very strong,
boiling Java coffee and twelve table
spoonfuls of granulated sugar. Strain
through a jelly bag and put in a pretty
mold to cool. When firm turn ont on
a diah that can be sent to the table,
put kisses made with meringue or
maccaroons over it and pour whipped
cream over all.
Sally Lunn— Twelve hours before it
is to be eaten set a sponge with one
large Irish potato boiled and mashed,
three tablespoonfuls of good yeast
(one compressed yeast cake), one ta
blespoonful of sugar and flour to make
a soft batter. In three hours this
should be light, when add one quart
of sifted flour through which has been
rubbed a errp of mixed butter and lard,
our eggs well beaten and one cup of
milk. The batter should be so stiff as
to scarcely drop from a spoon, Beat
long and hard. Five hours latrr beat
again. Let it rise again until very
light and hake in a two-quart cake tin
for supper. —American Agriculturist.
THE LILAC.
The lilac stood close to Elisabeth’s window*,
All purple with bloom while the little mate'
spun ;
Her stint was a long one and she waj
aweary,
And moaned that she never could get it
done.
Cut a wind set stirring the lilac blossom?.
And a wonderful sweetness came floating
in.
And Elizabeth felt,though sheoouldnot hav«
said it.
That a friend had come to her, to help her
spin.
And a ter that she kept on at her spinning,
Gay as a bird ; for the world had begun
To see n such a pleasant, goo 1 place for
working.
That she was amazed when her stint was
done.
And the pale-browed little New England
maiden,
Outside of her lessons, had learned that
day,
‘"hat the sweetness around us will sweeten
labor.
If we will but let it have its way.
— Mary E. Wilkins, in St. Nicholas. —
rum AND POINT.
A reliable safety-coupler—The min¬
ister. —Lowell Courier.
To destroy peace one has only to
listurb it.—Dallas News.
Always a stern man—The fellow who
loos the steering.—Florida Times
[Tnion.
Of course a bright girl ought to
have a spark of humor.—Lowell
Courier.
Jagson says take care of your pen¬
nies and your dollars will take care of
the bank cashier. —Elmira Gazette.
Oh. pause, ye planets, in your course,
Though mighty and remote ;
The universe must pause to seo
The prince’s new dress-coar.
—Washington Star.
A good many men are like cheap
theatrical bills. A very little money
causes them to be stuck up.—Buffalo
Courier.
A mother never quite forgives her
son for marrying until he becomes the
father of a baby that is named for her.
—Atchison Globe.
Laundry machinery really seems to
have reached the stage of perfection,
tt can destroy a collar in a single wash,
—Boston Transcript.
He used to be an anarchist.
But now he dares not scoff;
Friends chloroformed him recently
And shaved his whiskers off.
—Washington Star.
Brown — “Did old Stingiman give
way when he heard the bad news?”
Jones—“Give nothing. He never gave
anything in his life.”—Detroit Free
Press.
Watts—“I thought you were Potts—“1 on the
inside of that little deal?”
was. That’s how I happened to fall so
hard when the bottom dropped out,’'*
—Indianapolis Journal.
A man who is driving a horse car m
Brooklyn claims to have been a throat
specialist in Vienna. He doesn’t look
as much clown in the mouth as he used
to.—Philadelphia Ledger.
Borns (struggling author)—“Naggus,
I always thought yon were a warm
friend of mine!” Naggus (literary
editor)—“Borns, I am. That’s why I
roasted your book.’’--Inter-Ocean.
Winks—“I notice that your barber
always talks to you in French, I did
not know that you understood that
language.” Jinks—“Well, I don’t, but
you needn’t tell him so.”—New York
Weekly.
Tommy—“Maw, may I have Jimmy
Briggs over to our house to play Sat¬
urday?” Mrs. Figg—“No, you make
too much noise. You’d better go
down to his house and play. ”—Indian¬
apolis Journal.
He—“Which did you like best of
my verses?” She—“Why, the one on
the first page.” He—“Let me see.
Which one was that?”—She—“Don’t
you remember ? The one in quotation
marks.”—Brooklyn Life.
“Barker is going to teach me book¬
keeping,” said young Jarley. “Well,
he’s just the man to do it,” said Daw¬
son. “I lent him a copy of Watson’s
poems a year ago, and he’s kept it evei
since.”—BostonJHome Journal.
Miss Sentiment — “Were you ever
disappointed in lore?” Eligible Wid¬
ower— “Two and a half times.” Miss
Sentiment—“Two and ft half times?”
Eligible Widower—“Yes, twice mar¬
ried and once rejected. ”—Tit-Bits.
“It is all very well for the minister
to preach from the text ‘Remember
Lot’s wife,’ ” said an overworked, dis¬
couraged matron, ‘ ‘but I wish he would
now give us an encouraging sermon
upon the wife’s lot. ”—Lowell Courier.
Mr. Fussy—“Madam, you know
that I always insist on having my eggs
boiled soft, and these are as hard as
stones!” Mrs. Landlady (timorously)
— “Well, I wish you’d speak to the
cook about it. I don’t dare to.”—
Harper’s Bazar.
They were passing a fruit store Sm
Jefferson avenue. “Oh, my,” she
claimed, “look at those strawberries.
Aren’t they a lovely red?” “Of course
: they are,” he replied ; “that’s the way
I they blush at tho price asked for
them. ”—Detroit Free Press.
“Why is Footlight having all the
electric fans taken ont of his ice cream
parlors?” “Oh, he’s hit on a better
j cool^ P lan than next that summer.’ {or keeping “What the is place it?”
j waiters. ‘ <J ^ e 8 Chicago to have Inter-Ocean, Boston girls for
j
j Public Library Official (tearing up
card) —“What chump let you have
book on that card? It expired a month
ago.” Near-sighted Party—“He was
a sonr-looking, light-complexioned
young squirt, with curly hair and—
| why, it was you. ”—Chicago Tribune.
Mrs. Spatts (nee Gotrox) — “You’re a
perfect brute ! I actually believe you
married me simply because of my
money.” Mr. Spatts—'“Well my dear
von ’d hardly expect a man to take
SU ch an important step without some
reason.”—P. & S. S. S. Co.’s Bulletin,
“What does cleave mean, father?”
said the small boy, who had been puz¬
zling over the word for some time.
“It means to unite.” “Does John
unite wood when he cleaves it?” “H’m,
well, it means to separate.” “Well,
father, does a man separate from his
wife when he cleaves to her?” “H’m,
ii’m. Don’t ask me so many foolish
juestiQRs. Worthington’s Magazine,