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THE MONROE l*r\ ADVERTISER.
VOL. XI,.
A considerable terrtory in Eaat
Texas ia being opened up for rice cut*
turc.
Over $50,000,000 aro spent in main¬
taining the churches of tho United
Blubs, and $100,0000,000 in running
tho jails.
Mr. Francis Deconcle, writing to
1,10 J |> uriH Matin «. . declares , , that ,, , Egyp- T ,
.
tmijs are opposed to tho British rule
along tho Upper Nile.
The Now York Mercury relates that
nil Ortngi Imlian who tried his first
featherbed ut Stillwater, Miun., tho
other dny cut a hole in the ticking
imd crnwlml in among tho feathers.
Italy had a lot of nickel coins
minted recently, und they have nearly
ail disappeared, An investigation
showed that they had been bought up
aud sold at a big profit in tho Orient.
('eyion’s output of tea for tho cur¬
rent year i s expected to reach 94,000,
000 pounds. Tho industry is rapidly
growing, planters are making fortunes
and the whole island is enjoying un¬
exampled prosperity.
At a banquet recently given to tho
Earl of Hope town, tho retiring gov¬
ernor of Victoria, in Austria, tho opin¬
ion was expressed by tho premier of
tho Victorian legislature that beforo
the end of tho century there will bo a
governor-general of United Austria.
One uf the amazing manifestations
in the Fur \W.t t is tho diameter of tho
clubs in sonio small cities, notes tho
Chicago Times Herald. Such clubs
aro luxuriously furnished, well man¬
aged, und prosperous. Strangest of
nil, several such clubs support flourish¬
ing restui'uuts, a thing that no club in
small Eastern citios attempts.
Tho postal telegraph system of Eng¬
land, whereby the government doos
the telegraphing at ono cent a word,
paid for iu postage stamps is in tho
cstirnati >n of the Amerienn Agricul¬
turist, a O. postal
service and immensely popular, The
government does not regard it as u
means of rovotmo but rather as a
means of helping trade and informing
tho public.
I'ho French constitution sooms to
tho Chicago Times Herald to bo a
great menace to tho republic. During
the last hundred years slio has had no
fewer than seventeen constitutions.
Not content with this exhibition of
political versatility, French history
reveals that seven provisional govern¬
ments at different times managed to
worry along without the annoyance of
a constitution.
It is in America that tho rational
management of animals has reached
perfection, maintains the New York
Tribune. Businesslike, soieutillc,
kind, it would be hard to imagine a
better treatment than rnco and trot
ting horses receive here, especially
those friends of tho family, the trot¬
ter, unless, indeed, a horse is of tho
nervous, craving temperament that
demands kisses, even if it be at tho
expense of a blow now and then.
Bays the Philadelphia Ledger; if
any man with an income between
$3,500 and $4,000 should fail to report
to the Collector of Internal Revenue,
he need not worry about tho penalty
to bo imposed, llo is required to
make report, but tho penalty for neg
leet provided in the act docs not reach
his case. Fifv per cent is to bo added
to tho amount of tax ascertained to be
due. But fifty per cent added to
nothing make# nothing, and that is
all that tho individuals with incomes
between $3,500 and $4,000 ean bo
made to pay if they should neglect to
make returns.
Earthquakes on tho samo day and
almost at tho same hour iu regions as
widely separated us Colorado and Italy
may bo merely coincidences, but if so,
the coincidence is very remarkable,
declares tho Atlanta Constitution.
None of tho theories proposed by
scientists to account for tho occur
renoe of earthquakes is received by
all, a connection between earthquakes
and volcanic eruptions is 1
more than ;
suspected, while the fact that both !
take piece under certain meteorlogical
conditions seems to indicate that” not ’ ;
ornol tho theories really J «pl„m txpmin ail all .
tho peculiar phenomena which have 1
been observed iu this connection. On '
March 24th, for instance, there were |
earthquakes iu Colorado, Italy,Greece
and Central America; Vesuvius was
unusually active, the volcanoes of
Mexico were greatly disturbed, and
there was a tidal wave on tho coast of
India. When all tho conditions are
fully understood, shall perhaps un
derwtand that all phcMbmcua arc
fluv tv vu« ■
FORSYTH, MONROE COUNTY, GA, TUESDAY MORNING, JUNE 11, 1895.
THE OLD SCRAP BOOK,
Vv h r p the days begin to darken,
And the rolling stone has stopped,
hen nn actor’s travel's over,
And from tho list he’s dropped
■
Uq And seeks for eonsolotion,
. know* just where to look.
For they treat him very kindly in
I he Old Scrap Book.
What memories it awakens,
As he turns its puges o’er—i
| H9 fools himself ft boy again,
As in the day* of yore.
It firing# to niiod cornpunlonR,
I’ inn friend# both good mid true;
It speaks of him a# handsome—
And he believes it, too.
brings him bark to “Old Stock Dars,
1\ hen noting was nu art,
When every man wnn tested
Of hi# worth to piny a part.
It tHI# him of the "hit” he uiude,,
One time ns “Richelieu,"
Ami how he set ’em •rozy
One night In Kalamazoo,
It speaks of him ns “Romeo,"
And soy# ho played the part
A# though each line to “Juliet"
He meant with all hi# heart.
No truer words were ever jienned,
The Old .Scrap Book speaks true—■
Ho loved her—loved his “Juliet”-—
She loved him dearly, too.
He married her, now settled down,
In a cozy little homo,
He’s happy and contented,
And no more he’ll have to roam.
They call him of tho “Old School,"
But If you care to look
You 11 find that ho has “won his suura"
In The Old Scrap Book.
—New 1 ork ClipjKW.
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M ELISRA opened the old book
one day, and this was the
paragraph that met and held
her eyes:
“The beauty, the refinement, the truth
and the poetry of life all spring from
ono source—simplicity." |4I
At »T,,, | M ,j ,
to her, but books came not often in the
girl s way, so she read it over and over,
until somo of tho words began to stand
out with misty meaning. She knew In
an unlearned way what beauty meant;
of Its deeper sense she had no concep¬
tion; that a flower or a sunset was
"party ’ was enough for her. As for re¬
finement, poetry, simplicity, their
deeper truths were as dead letters, for
poor Melissa, with her red hands and
faded gown, had only a poor excuse
for what we call education.
“Wish dad ’ud come!” she mused,
thoughtfully. “Liko’s not he’s found
some 'tin to talk ’1th!”
As sho gazed two figures separated
themselves from the wooded field be¬
yond aud approached the clearing
where the Hadden home stood. Melis¬
sa watched them attentively, wonder¬
ing audibly “who dad bad In tow this
time.”
Even at this distance there came to
her a sudden sense of the contrast be¬
tween old man Hadden, slouching along
with the typical gait of the backwoods¬
man, and tho quick, firm tread of the
stranger.
“Hello, Meliss!” hailed Hadden, as
they entered the rude gate. “Here’s a
man wants supper an’ lodgin’.”
Melissa, with a littlo nod, entered the
house, and they saw her no more until
she placed tho smoking meal on the ta¬
ble and called them to it There was
neither nnpery nor silver there; indeed,
cutlery of any kind was at a premium,
but the supper was palatable and very
acceptable to the hungry and tired trav¬
eler.
Melissa sat, silent and shy, pouring
out the black coffee, and furtively
watching the stranger while he ate; his
refined manner struck her with peculiar
force. Did he know about beauty, and
refinement and simplicity? She rather
opined that he did; once on looking up,
she found him regarding her with a
steady, curious gaze.
Thorne Ualloway arose the next
morning as the first streaks of dawn
were straining the east It gave prom¬
ise of being a perfect day, and he con¬
gratulated himself on a long day’s
sketching.
But If the artist was abroad early
that fateful morning, some one was up
beforo him—some oce In a faded print
gown, poring over a battered book.
He lingered at the doorstep a mo
ment with a word about the day; the
girl attracted him by her innocent al¬
though uncultivated nature, even while
her rough speech jarred upon him. He
watched her face as he talked, seeing
the gliut of the morning upon it, its
newly-risen brightness in her clear eye.
Now, in that interval of ten little
minutes an odd thiug had happened; a
slight thing it was. yet it changed the
whole current of Melissa Hadden’s life.
When she dropped her book on the step,
Rnd hasteued withlu 10 Prepare the
upward broakf » st aud - , ,h< open - U"™ to the place where she
had been reading.
Half quizzically Hailowav picked it
up and glanced at the paragraph
marked. I must confess, by the con¬
stant friction of Melissa’s fingers. He
read it over slowly:
“The beauty, the refinement, the truth
and the poetry of life all spring from
one source—simplicity.”
A slow, curious smile crept around
his lip? as he hurriedly penciled a word
across the paragraph, and laid the book
down _____„ again.
Thome Ilalloway had found manjr a
sweet flower growing amid a mass of
ugly weeds, and they appealed to him
in behalf of all that was modest and
beautiful. Here was a soul-flower
groping among the weeds of ignorance
and vulgarity; be saw it in her face; he
guessed it by the light In her eyes; did
Ihe darkness of that soul appeal to the
light in his own?
Melissa tladden was like hundreds
of other girls who have had no educa¬
tional advantages, neither better nor
worse; simply an ordinary girl with a
natural craving for better things.
M hen she took up her book again, with
ft grim determination worthy of her
carise, lo! one word written hero by an
luvisiblo hand had solved the problem—
that one word, so full of meaning even
to Melissa, was “knowledge."
A few weeks later a generous pack¬
age of Journals and magazines found
their way to the Iladden home, and
their contents were literally devoured
by Melissa.
“That artist feller's bound ter pay
, nls , way in some fushun,” commented
the old man.
What that miscellaneous bundle of
Journals did for Melissa it would be
hard for the cultured reader to under¬
stand. They found her, as Thorne Hal¬
loway had, an ignorant girl; they left
her with the seeds of a new understand¬
ing Implanted in her nature.
Sho read of what women in the world
are doing, what girls no older than her¬
self had done for their own advance¬
ment, and she longed to do likewise—
longed so intensely, that one day sho
suddenly said to old man Hadden,
“Dad, I’m goin’ ter school!"
"Wh-a-t?"
"School”—laconically.
“Wall,” he said, meditatively,“wher’ll
you get the money ?"
Melissa mode a rapid calculation.
“It’s Just four months till September;
four months means about sixteen
weeks; there’s Mrs. Telney down to the
village’ll give me six shillings a-week
to mind tho children afternoons and
eveniu’s; that's nearly five pounds;
then I can do up my work here of morn
in’s, and pick strawberries for Mr.
Morrow, who ships ’em to tho city,
that’ll be one pound; and I’ve about
two pounds in my box. Dad, you’ll
liavo to make up the rest."
“I’ll do it, Meliss. By Jovel yer grit
clean through! Git ready, an’ I’ll see
that yer don’t stick I"
And so when B-Seminary, a real¬
ly refined school for young women, re¬
opened that golden September, Melissa
clotbedinancnj^ncyOj 1 T
hat—a gift fr7>m the wealthy Mrs. Tel¬
ney, who admired her “grit”—and much
pertubation of soul, embarked upon
the sea of its life.
Let us skip over the months that fol¬
lowed and touch her once again at the
end of the term.
The exercises were over, and the
young ladies were receiving their
friends when a strange occrrence hap¬
pened to Mt7lissa Iladden. As she
chanced to look across the hall, she en¬
countered the gaze of a pair of steady,
familiar eyes.
"Mr. Halloway!" Cried tt dozen girls,
each desirous of obtaining attention
from the rising young artist
But Ilalloway, with a courteous smile
hero or a jest there, was making his
way slowly but unmistakably to the
spot where Melissa, clad in a straight
white dress, with a bunch of violets in
her belt, stood.
“It is Meliss—Miss Hadden, is it not?"
he said, hesitatingly.
And Melissa, with a little flush creep¬
ing up to the waves of her dark hair,
held out her hand with unconscious j
■
grace.
"I am Melissa,” she said quietly.
"I have been out your way again,
sketching. I saw your father, and he
talked of you.”
Melissa grew a little confused under
his persistent gaze.*
“Are you studying rue for a sub¬
ject?” she said, with a sudden gay
laugh. “Because, if you are, I warn
you—well, I owe you too much to_”
"What ?” he said, eagerly.
But with a saucy smile and nod she
was gone, swallowed up in the crush.
Somewhat disconcerted, Halloway
gazed after her.
Melissa had grown graceful and cul¬
tured since he saw her last, and many
thoughts tangled themselves up In his
brain.
Was this the tiling that had been
bothering him since that early morning
in spring, when he caught the light from
a pair of flashing gray eyes, and whose
solving had drawn him back to the
Hadden clearing to “sketch?”
A flush crept over his face at a sud¬
den thought, and he turned on his heel
and walked away.
A year later. It was the day of Me¬
lissa- Hadden's graduation, and all na
ture hail put on royal robes apparently
to do her honor.
A superb bouquet of flowers had been
brought to her early in the day. In
their midst nestled a card, with a few
written lines upon them. A portion of
these flowers she carried when she re¬
ceived her honors.
As her eyes wandere’d over the sea of
friendly faces they encountered again,
as once before, the face of Thorne Hal
loway.
For a fleeting moment the browu and
the gray orbs met, and in that instant
the truth stood confessed. Ilalloway
knew that he loved the girl.
Melissa, who had worn a faded print
dress, and said “mornin’ ” to him once
on a time, but whoso serious eyes met
his own so sweetly and steadily to-day;
for on her brow was written the light
of knowledge, and the grace of simplic¬
ity and the beauty of truth, These
things had crowned her with their
changeless glory,
. Beginning Early.
He—Darling. I am getting into eco
noruical habits. I saved my luncheon
to-day.
She—Yes; father told me you called
on him at noon,-Exchange,
CHILDREN ON THE STAGE.
Occasionally They A te More Amusing
than They Are Meant to Be.
Another child playing in "Driven
from Home" is asked the question in
tho play, "How old are you, my child?' 1
The lady playing her mother is to an¬
swer: “She Is 4." The child had been
borrowed for the performance, and
when tho lady answers “She is 4 ’’ the
llttlo girl proudly corrects her, "No, I
am not; I am 7."
A baby borrowed one evening for a
scene in which she was to be brought
to her mother in a dying condition,
having just fallen from a high ■ •'erau
da, is brought on by the old man, who
Is just about to hand tho dying child
to her mother, when tho baby vigor¬
ously springs up, jerks off the old
man’s wig, and, laughing loudly, holds
it aloof.
A littlo girl was asked if she would
like to go to the theater one night and
play with the company. The child was
delighted with the Idea, so she was
engaged to play little Willie in “East
Lynne.” It was not necessary to give
her a rehearsal, as she‘was only re¬
quired for the death-bed scene. She
accompanied one of the ladies of the
company to the theater that evening
aud was taken into the dressing room.
She had never been in a theater before,
and thought the pi’oposition was to
play games. She was elated at finding
such a large, nice. place for playing,
and Jumping up and clapping her
hands together she gleefully exclaim¬
ed: "Oh, this is a lovely playhouse!
What will we play first?” Then, no¬
ticing the ladies beginning to undress,
she cried in a distressed tome: "Oh, you
told me you were coming here to play,
and now you are all undressing to go
to bed.”
She was quieted by tho assurance
they gave her that it was necessary
for them and also for her to change
their dresses before beginning the play.
So she was kept in tho dressing room.
She did not guess what was going on
on tho stage until her scene camo. She
was placed In tho cot to die. When tllo
curtain rose it revealed Lady Isabelle
bent over the dying child. Underneath
tho cot was a very stout lady to speak
little Willie’s lines. She Was concealed
from the audience by the long drapery
of the couch. When the curtain was
up and the little girl strained her head
around and saw that thbre was an
audience there she sprang from the
death-bed. taking .-this drapery with
left bampm
was was La belle, looking
in surprise after {Re vanishing littlo
figure, and the fat lady lying under
the couch with the book of "East
Lynne” in her band.
Bill Stumps. His Mark.
Mr. Pickwick’s peasant incident of
finding the stone at Cobliam, with the
Bill Stumps inscription, was, I have al¬
ways suspected, an actual incident that
occurred during the year 1830 or 1837.
He 6ays, indeed, that it was submitted
to the Royal Antiquarian Society—or
Society of A-utiquaries. One of the
same kind was described in Scott’s
"Antiquary,” where Edie Ochiltree ex¬
plains the mystery of the letters. It Is,
however, a “common form” of jest, and
we find an instance in the Memoirs of
Bachaumont, which Dickens may have
seen. There was once dug up in the
quarries of Belleville, near Paris, a
stone with these letter?: a-L.
i. a
I.
L
E
C. II
E. M.
I. N.
D. E.
S. A. N. E. S.
It was taken to the Academicians,
who could make nothing of it. Savants
were consulted without result At last
the beadle of Montmartre chanced to
See it, and at once read it off: “Ici le
cheinin des anes”—that is, the path for
the donkeys who carried away the
sacks of plaster from tho quarries.—
The Gentleman’s Magazine. f
Odd Preferences in Plows.
Manager Frank M. Whitney, of the
New Castle Plow Works, makes a curi¬
ous assertion. He says: “Plows are
made differently for certain counties
and States. The tendency of a son is
to use the same kind of a plow used
by his father. In Lawrence County
the use of the left-handed plow is al¬
most the rule, but in Mercer County
the right-hand plow is used, and this
unaccountable difference in the kind
of plow used extends to other States
In the Union. In central and eastern
Pennsylvania the left-handed plow is
used, and wherever the Amish German
farmers have emigrated ’’roin this
county the sons are almost sure to
use the left-handed plows. We would
never dream of sending a left-handed
plow to Michigan, neither would we to
Ohio. Among German people only left
handed plows are used, while the re¬
verse Is tlie case with people from Mex¬
ico and Italy. I cannot tell why this
is so, but it is.”—Pittsburg Dispatch.
Newspapers of the World.
The total number of newspapers pub¬
lished in the world at present is esti¬
mated-at about 50.000, distributed as
follows: United States and Canada,
20.034; German, 6.000; Great Britain,
8,000; France, 4.300; Japan, 2,000;
Italy, 1,500; Austria-Hungary, 1,200;
Asia, exclusive of Japan, 1,000; Spain,
850; Russia. S00; Australia, 800; Greece,
600; Switzerland, 450; Holland. 300;
Belgium, 300: all others. 1,000. Of these
more than half are printed in the Eng
llsh language.
Whenever yon buy or sell, let or hire,
make a definite bargain, and never
trust to the flattering lie, “We shan't
disagree about trifles.”—Anon.
About all that a .<liege education
does t'or a youa-j man is to inflate his
conceit. - ~ - —
HARD W ORK SOM ETIMES.^
Two Striking Instances of Almost
Superhuman Physical Effort.
The story of the soldier and the ex¬
perience of the spy contain no greater
records of the triumphs of physical and
mental strain than does our daily press,
said E. J. Edwards in hla address on
journalism, When Daniel Webster
died Henry J. Raymond, then editor of
the Times, shut himself in his private
office, giving orders that he should not
be disturbed until the work he had in
hand was finished. He proposed to
write a life of Webster, and be wrote
steadily for more than fifteen hours—
i masterly, comprehensive, and, for a
newspaper, an exhaustive sketch and
study of the departed statesman. Tl^it
exploit was for many years regarded
as one of the greatest personal achieve¬
ments of journalism. It was always re¬
ferred to when the endurance of the
newspaper man was the theme. But it
was conspicuous because it was one of
the first It is so frequently matched
uowadays that the achievement excites
no especial interest in newspaper of¬
fices. Take, for Instance, tho report of
the hanging of Gulteau, which appear¬
ed in one of the papers. The editor had
instructed his Washington correspond¬
ent upon three points only—one, that
it was desired that the correspondent
should write the whole account himself,
so that it could be consecutive, sym¬
pathetic and free from the raggedness
which is inevitable when two or three
men are engaged in preparing a lengthy
report. Next, the editor wanted it put
upon the wire sheet by sheet; last of
all, he was anxious to have it complete
in the home office by 10 o’clock at night.
Mr. Raymond’s achievement did not
compare either with endurance or swift¬
ness of work with what this corre¬
spondent must do if he were to meet
the requests of his managing editor.
The jail where Gulteau was to be
hanged was three miles from the tele¬
graph office. The execution was to be
done between tho hours of 12 and 1.
Certainly a half hour would elapse af¬
ter the drop fell before the body was de¬
livered to the surgeons, and after that
there would be the ride back to the
correspondent’s office. At the earliest
moment possible the correspondent
could not see how he could begin his
work before 3 o’clock, and between that
time and 10 he was expected to write
about 15,000 words, send it at white
heat over the wires, and have it com¬
plete in the newspaper offi ce iu New
i fi
impossibility to have written qg
under ___ _
port those conditions. There¬
fore, the correspondent employed three
stenographers, instructing them to
mark their copy "A,” "B” and “C." A
little after 3 he began work with them.
First, he dictated to stenographer A
for some twenty minutes; then, leaving
the stenographer to write out his notes,
the correspondent went to stenographer
B, dictating to him twenty minutes, and
then to O. When he had finished with
stenographer C he returned to Sten¬
ographer A, who had by that time writ¬
ten out his notes, and they were put
upon the wires, and so the correspond¬
ent went on a sort of treadmill expedi¬
tion, making the circuit of those three
stenographers for "seven hours. Ten
minutes after he had sent the last page
he received a dispatch from the home
office stating that the account was all
In type. It had been put in type almost
simultaneously with its dictation, but
it was a most exhaustive piece of work
for the correspondent. lie had not only
to speak without interruption for seven
hours, but he had to bear in mind the
faithful sending of the sheets as they
were written out. The achievement of
Senator Allen, of Nebraska, in speak¬
ing all night in the Senate chamber has
become a tradition, but it was really no
greater exploit than was that of this
correspondent
I might teil you of the courage re¬
quired to obtain the document which
exposed the Credit Mobilier scandal, of
tho courage and endurance which were
necessary in order to secure the infor¬
mation npon which that latest of na¬
tional scandals was based, that which
was called the sugar trust conspiracy.
But time fails. These illustrations will
show of what service these qualities
are for yon and for the great publio,
and how they are always to be confi¬
dently called upon and relied upon
when it Is necessary to obtain the great¬
er news which, after St has been print¬
ed, enables you to base your judgment
apon events, their causes and influ¬
ences, and thus forms public opinion.
How tho Big Guns Are Made Brown.
Ever since our Government has been
building up its great white navy, thou¬
sands of visitors have beselged the
men-of-war whenever an anchorage in
port has afforded the opportunity. Offi¬
cers and men have been plied with
questions concerning everything aboard
the ship, from the pennant that flutters
at her truck to the mysteries of her dou¬
ble bottom. And at last, when the
breech block has been clattered back
in to place, the visitor in nine cases out
of ten will ask a question that has been
perplexing him ever since be laid eyes
on the gun.
“How do you obtain that deep bronze
color on the outside of these guns?”
The questioner is well aware that the
gun is of steel, and be notices that tho
bronze color stops abruptly just over
the curve of the breech. He has felt
:he glossy brown surface, with its dark¬
er lines, like the grain of polished ma¬
hogany. and ha3 probably given it a
surreptitious little scratch with his nail
without being any tlio wiser. Then
Jack proceeds to tell the process by
which the guns on our fighting craft
are kept cleaner and glossier than those
of any nav.v^n the world.
When a y ine comes from the arsenal
it Is coated with grease to prevent rust¬
ing during transit, and this coating is
kept on until the huge steel structure
has been lifted into its carriage. The
grease is then removed by carefully
washing the gun in a strong solution of
Q^mi»*rcia] potash or ljr», It U wubtd
twice with this liquid and allowed to
dry thoroughly. Tho gun 19 then like a
glistening silver tube. The next opera¬
tion, and one requiring more care, Is
the application of a mixture of sulphate
of copper dissolved in sweet spirits of
nitre. To an ounco of each is added a
pint of distilled water. Four coats of
this are poured on aud rubbed down
hard and allowed to dry for twenty
four hours.
Under this treatment tho silver tube
Is transformed into one of a warm red¬
dish-brown without gloss. By addlug
arsenic to the same solution, and apply¬
ing again, the gun assumes a darker
tone. Now comes the hardest part of
Jack’s work, the polishing. B.oiled oil
is mixed with beeswax aud turpentine
until a comparatively thick substance
results. This is laid on and polished
down with cotton rags, at first and then
with the palm of tho hand. The result
is tho mahogany-brown so much ad¬
mired by inquiring visitors.
The brown coat lasts remarkably well
unless the gun be fired, when the heat
of the discharge seriously damages the
polish. The last coat is replenished
about every month.
In the old days, when smooth-bore
guns were painted black, they were Rel¬
ished to a high degree by rubbing with
cork.
RICH IN FOSSILS.
Tlie Bad Lauda a Bonanza to the
Daring Geological @tudent.
"The Bad Lands,” said Horatio Gar¬
rett, one of the most earnest rock dri¬
vers of, the party from Princeton Col¬
lege that recently visited the Bad Lands
of North Dakota and Montana to col¬
lect fossils, to a Northwest Magazine
representative, “are a strange combina¬
tion of desolation, horror, and incom¬
prehensible freaks of tho primeval
world. Thero aro lofty peaks, bare and
brown—baked into spires of burning
rock by tho hot suns of millions of
years. The valleys between aro white
deserts, covered with bitter, dusty,
blinding alkali that has made all that
country a desert worse than Sahara
ever was said to be.
“The rivers run white or turbid with
this alkaline concretion in winter, and
are dry and dusty channels in the sum¬
mer. The peaks, tho valleys, and ev¬
ery feature of the whole region, in fact,
seems to be thrown down upon the
earth in nature’s angriest mood—a
hideous conglomeration, in which even
the geological strata aro displayed and
entangled. JagfoTy
!
visible ,die traces of the ^coding waves aro
on every hand. The fossils,
which were now our main pursuit, arc
mostly aquatic animals. Few birds,
and those mostly of the semi-reptilian
character, are found among them, while
Innumerable bones of gigantic saurians
dot the shale and sandstone of the val¬
leys. Mingled with them are remains
of bear, antelope, and buffalo, and relics
of an intermediate age, the bones of the
mastodons and elephants—not mam¬
moths—and of a three-toed equine, ono
of the ancestors of tho present horse.
"Some of the saurians of the eocene
and mioceno periods were indescrib¬
ably hideous. Looking upon the rem¬
nants of these monsters and gazing on
the awful scenery of the country—a bit
of hades upturned to view, one might
say—is it any wonder that the Indians
shunned the Bad Lands and said they
were the haunts of ghosts and the home
of evil demons?"
The Pompous Man.
It was during the holiday season and
he was a very pompous man. As he
walked through tho finest and most ex¬
pensive store In town his air and man¬
ner seemed to say that ho owned it—
but he didn't, as everybody know. At
length he found himself In the hosiery
department, and brave, Indeed, was tho
display there.
"Give me half a dozen pairs of those,”
he said, pointing to a superb pair of
silk stockings embroidered in a pattern
as Intricate as a Florentine mosaic.
The little clerk raised her voice timid¬
ly: “Excuse me, sir, but I don’t think
you want half a dozen pairs of these;
they are-”
The pompous Individual interupted
her with a crushing look. '•
"Don't presume to dictate to me. I
said half a dozen pairs.”
The clerk was silent She carefully
arranged six dainty boxes, each with
its exquisite and elaborate contents,
and then made out the bill painstak¬
ingly.
The pompous man drew forth his fat
pocketbook and waited with a look of
smooth condescension on his snug face.
"A hundred and eighty dollars, sir,"
said the clerk, quietly.
The man gasped. The stockings were
the finest in the market They retailed
at exactly $30 per pair!—New York Ad¬
vertiser.
Tbe Baronet and Wellesley’s Girls.
Sir William Temple—not the great pa¬
tron and friend of Dean Swift, but a
later incumbent of theAitle—on his vis¬
it to this country made himself im¬
mensely unpopular with the Wellesley
girls. He did not approve of the higher
education of women, and did not con¬
ceal his disapproval. He was shown
through the class-rooms and laborator¬
ies, but could not be prevailed upon to
evince any enthusiasm. “It grieves me
to see these young women here,” he
said, “for I know that their home lives
must have been very unhappy; other¬
wise they would not be here.” At last
he was taken to the gymnasium. “Ah!
this is better,” he said, as he exam
ined the light machines. This gives
them good figures and improves their
carriage. It increases their chances.”
When the girls heard of this remaTk
they were indignant and rang the
changes on It, and Wellesley girls of
that day have never forgiven the En¬
glish statesman for his poor opinion of
Wellesley girls’ “chances.”
Do not use your kindness merely as a
bribe.—Choi?*-
NO. 19.
TRUMPET CALLS.
Rom's Horn Sounds :» Warning Note ta
tli© Unredeemed.
4 &T REASURU laid
4 up in heaven is
tho only kind
that is absolutely
safe.
When you give
Sy4 others take some advice, of it
m& yourself.
The sermons of
\ \ Christ were all to
ijrAvk sinners in tho
- church.
No man back¬
slides while he is praising God with all
his might
Love never complains that the price
It has to pay is too high.
Infidelity never wrote a line that was
comforting on a death bed.
Iu the drunkard’s home the devil
don’t try to hide his cloven hoof.
It is because God loves 11s that lie tries
so hard to tell us that sin will kill.
When God gives us a cross it is a
proof that lie will also give us grace.
The bolt which fastens the door of
the heart against Christ is unbelief.
The devil is still buying souls very,
cheap for the promise of spot cash.
A baby sin lias no more right to live
than one that is old enough to vote.
No matter how much religion we pro¬
fess, all that counts is what wo live.
Keep the Biblo open and the door of
the poorliouse will have to stay shut.
No matter what kind of a house truth
builds, it always puts it on the rock. ,
Tho best thing to do when we fee'*
weak is to think how strong Christ is.
If our joy comes from God there is no
reason why it should not always last.
No matter who lias the floor, self-con¬
ceit will always find a way to speak.
Tho man who makes his own god lias
ono that drives him with an iron whip.
All truth is noiisenso to the man who
has let a lie make its home in liis heart.
There is no land flowing with milk
and honey that does not have giants in
it.
The Bible is the only book ever writ¬
ten that tells man lipw to become truly
rich.
Thero is no good pasture anywhere
in the devil’s country for tho Lord's
en want u ....................,......—— -
them.
The devil is proud of a grumbler, no
matter whether he belongs to a church
or not.
Tho man who knows that God is with
him, will always bo very careful where
bo steps.
When God gives us a burden to carry
it is to show us that wo need his
strength.
Keep the devil away from tho chil¬
dren, and he will soon liavo to give up
tho saloon.
Our neighbor sees our faults, but I10
hasn’t seen tho bitter tears they have
made us weep.
We hate our own sins most when we
see them walking around iu the shoes
of somebody else.
As long as the devil can have his way
about the saloon bo will have one claw
run through the cburcli.
All lies have the smell of brimstone
on their garments, no matter whether
they aro black or white.
Every Ume tho devil makes a hypo¬
crite he has to admit that love is tho
greatest thing in the world.
If the devil ever rubs hi3 hands with
satisfaction, it is when he gets a good
man to oppose a good cause.
God often shows the sinner that he
Is wrong by bringing him in contact
with somebody who is right.
Look into the drunkard’s home, if
you would see the tracks that have
been made by tho cloven hoof.
There aro people who seem to think
that God only expects them to keep the
ten commandments on Sunday.
Going out on a wet night to hear elec¬
tion returns is one thing, and going to
prayer meeting in the same kind of
weather is another.
The Woman in the Case.
One very warm day in the mountains
of Tennessee I rode up to a house where
there was a woman drawing a bucket
of water with an old-fashioned well
sweep, and asked if she would give me
a drink. She was only too glad to be
hospitable, aud brought me out a gourd
ful. As I drank it slowly and with evi¬
dent relish, she watched me curiously.
“Purty good critter you air ridiu’,”
she ventured.
“Thank you. yes; he belongs to a
friend of mine.”
“Purty nice looking yerself,” she add¬
ed, in quite the same tone she had used
in speaking of the horse.
“Thanks,” I responded, surprised In¬
to blushing, but she never noticed it.
“Air you married?” she went on.
“No; I’m a bachelor."
“Reckon yer erbout ez well off that
way; p’raps a leetle better. I’m mar¬
ried myself.”
“Well, I think it would have been a
great improvement over my present
condition if I bad married some good,
sensible girl ten years ago and settled
| down. I’m sure I should have been a
much happier man.”
She thought for a minute before an¬
swering.
“Likely,” she said, at last; “but bow’d
the woman be feelin’ by now?”
Of course I had an argument to offer,
but when I went away ten minutes later
I could see plainly she was thinking
about the woman in the case.
The first condition of human good¬
ness is something to lo^-j the second is
Gcerge Eltvt^