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THE Q&D AND THE NEW.
Ittand upon th<* hill and hoar
Thu unaeon spirit* of the nlr
l'luvlng, on harp* of branch os btro,
The (urge of the departing year.
A gray gloom veils the crescent moon *
Thitt hangs a* ove the pine-tree's orost
And v o of* fuM of life's unrest
Am -ng the darkling shadows croon.
my fees toe wintry sea
J Moans out Its sorrow to the shore
r> t something missed forevermore
That only is in memory. •,
Inis a time for saddest though!. •
The year in which dear hopes ii.ivedkaS*
iVifts outward with the ebb'ng tide *>
As U 4 i fted she of Camelot. '
•Hf
Drifts ut Into the mighty son * **
From whence nobree/.' s mirth word Wow;
What lands are then* wc may not taftttw;
We only suv. Identity !
Old Tear, your time has
Your hands have mingled smiles ami Tears,
An' reared, like all vour k’ndred yojh.
Stocks ity tho graves where dead hopQ| lio
Cjfrvl byo, vld Year? The wind’low wall
mm like a hist, long, dying bieath.
The earth sot ins face to face with <#*srth.
And shudders, frightened, sad an i r *#
Hark! through the frosty air Is
A silvery peal, and every cloud'
Throws off its semblance of a shTOUd
And with the music's Joy is
* A silver bloss m In the sky vlnSiahllr^ v
Tho m><on is, and it seems
From the black branches
Where walling winds to aileadQjßlC^*
As die tho dirges for the and a iMHf
As ftulo tbo clouds along thpHgT
So thoughts of sorrow turnaiKtlf,
And hope uplifts again her hour
Oh. New Year, welcome! It may be
Y ur hand-4 are full of gifts to crown
Our hearts with gladness, and to drown
Tho vole-' of yearning memory.
God grant Itl but com** good
Th‘ joys we ask. or bitter litfcjF
Go 1 is cnmpasHioflSr
li g > dtvoWn.
f 1 -tUKRJe. Hexforj.
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The wind races wildfr-iMragtl the
tow n. making a weird, ladpteng sound
in desolate places where
trreat, dark rocks cast tm?r uncanny
shadows, and around the village gabies.
The few stars v hich xftfemier between
the heavj clouds look pale and shiver
ing. but the villago windows are red
with light, end it is evident that an
event of no small importance is at hand.
I.antorns gleam alone the main street,
footsteps echo on tho frozen ground,
for there is only the lightest sprinkling
of snow over the rough hubbies. Hut
lanterns nml footsteps all wind toward
the villagahjore ju-t now, where every
evening the sailor and farmer, even the
squire the aristocracy, as well as the
humbler portion of the town, congre
gate to discuss the w eather, the crops,
the news, and to relate thrilling stories
of adventures at sea.
To-night conversation is unusually
brisk and interesting. The parson
himself is there, and condescends to
ioke a little with th ■ cozy group at the
back of tlie glowing store, while wait
ing for his purchases to bo weighed
and li<'d up in siquufniii brown paper
parcels, and, in spite of himself, waits a
moment to hear the denouement of a
thrilling chord story, told with the as
surance that it is a solemn fact, by a
brown old sailor, who shakes his cold
► ea-rings ns ho proceeds in Ivs recital,
with a great dca of nervous energy.
“Now. this is >z true as 1 set in this
cheer, gentlemen ’ he announces,
gravely, at tiie end of nearly eve y sen
tence.
And thoiiL'h he is not sitting at all,
M>ut leaning his stalw art length over a
Afoul' barrel no one seems -o doubt.
squire looks as gravely interested
as the boys. The parson smiles, but it
is noticeable that the smile affects only
one side of his mouth ami is as lacking
In amusement as is the open mouth of
the man who is w aiting for tho forceps
of the dentist in the advert':# 'mens of
the toothache medicin ■ which adorns
the smoky wall. Tlie t Her reins to be
as awe-stricken himself as his hearers.
The effect of the tale is heightened by
the dead silence of the place, the dim
ness of the lamplight, the weird shad
ow-sin the corners, and meandering
wreaths of smoko which curl up toward
the dingy rafters overlie id. and encircle
the head of the old story-to lor. giving
him the look of an en banter or a genii
of old working over tlie tiro.
Outside there is the troubled voice of
the sea, the wailing of the wind The
sto vended, a long-drawn breath goes
around tho. circle. The parson gives
utterance to a nervous liltlo laugh then.
suddenly becoming alive to his dignity
and Ills duty, speaks against tlie folly
of superstition, with which he declares
jriße "'hole town to be alive
j “Wall, t a’n't no wonder, parson,
"when ghosts is seen walkin’ these here
streets on dark nights,” spoke up anoth
er old fisherman. “1 see John Norton's
ghost Inst night as plain as 1 see you '
Ibis blessed minute. I went daowu to
iny boat-haouso there to the landin’
about eight o'clock, an’ a cornin’ back,
jest ez 1 waz against them tew tall p ne
trees afore you git to my baouse, there
be was standin’ ’n’ lookin’ me in tbo
face. The moon shone right onto his
features, ’n’ lor’! there wan tno more
niistakin’ 'em than mistakin’ my broth
er's. I didn’t say nothin’, 1 was so
kinder took shack, not believin' in
ghosts afore, ’n’ he turned into the
woods road that leads to the old Nor
ton place. He moved spry ernuff, but
’t wa’n’tlike walkin'. He kinder glided
off like a shadder, ’n’ his coat looked
sorter thin ’n’ white.”
“ Wall, naow, if X ha’n’t dashed ” ex
claimed a jolly-looking farmer, rubbing
his stubbly chin, excitedly. “My wife
’n’ ht-r sister declared lo Moses that
they’d seed the same feller last night,
walkin’ past ti.e house ’bout twilight,
but senee that spiritualist woman lias
been here in the village, they've been
a seein’ ’n’ hearin - all sorts o’ things,
’n I didn’t make no account of their
ghost, no more ’n nothin’ at all.”
‘‘Whowas John Norton?” inquired
th • parson, who was a new-comer.
“ A sea ( ap’in who got wrecked some
eight years ago, and as promising a
young man as we ever raised in ihe
town,” said the Squire slowly. ‘‘X was
his first voyage as Captain, and those
who were saved say that he stood by
the ship until the very last minute.
He was found frozen to death on tho
wreck after the storm was over by a
vessel which was bound for Boston.
John was known by the Captain of this
vessel, and he brought the body into
port with him, and it was sent on here
an I buried ”
‘•Then there is no doubt but what the
man is really dead,” said the parson.
“Sailors have sometimes the faculty of
coming to life again, you know: that
is,” he added with due seriousness,
here are false reports of their death.
sailors have come back to
C. safe and sound, who have
■jdaLdrowned?'’
HkGtoe sence I’ve been old
said an old man.
urn silent. “That
kkhe’d ’a’ done
V OL. IX.
fellers like John. John, he wuz a dret
ful loss.”
“Oh. there’s no possibility of John’s
being alive,” said tlie !■ quire, nervous
ly. “ 1 saw him I uried myself, poor
fellow, lie was engaged to mv daugh
ter Elsie, and she, poor glil, lias done
nothing but mourn for him all theso
years. 1 objected to the match at first,
but before he went away on his bust
voyage, 1 bceaiuo fully alive to his good
qualities. He was a brave, manly fel
low.”
Enter Mrs. Rlngg tho wife of a fish
erman, quite out of breath, and look
ing very wild.
“What is it. Marv Jane? You look
as if you’d seed a ghost, too,” said her
husband, who was one of tho circle by
the tire.
“So 1 have, I.enmcl, true ez you are
alive. I come right face to fare with
John Norton cornin’ through the livid
from our house to the main road. 1 seo
him just as plain cz I sec you folks
m ow, but 1 didn't wait to see him long,
1 ken tell ye, but iifst scud by him like
lightnin’, 'o’ run itilew the Squire’s, ’n’
told Miss Elsie all about it. 1 wuz dretful
seart, but I thought she’d oriel' kueow
about it. so 1 l;op up till 1 got there, n’
then 1 went oil nleis a kinder faint.
Bein’ sorter weak altera lit er phthisic,
I couldn't stan' it.”
.“Haow did he look?” inquired one
man under his breath.
“Dretlul uateral, < uly kinder white
'n' peaked, ’n’ he kinder halted ’n’
looked straight at mo kinder wild ’n’
s’prised. They say ghost# don’t never
like to be overtook, ’a’ 1 dou’ts’poso ho
spooled to meet nobody in that lone
some held.”
“ Hut how could you see his face so
distinctly on so dark anight?” said the
Squire, seeming considerably disturbed.
“Good gtashus, you don't s’po-o 1
went through that there field without
no lantern? Still, after giving him one
good look, 1 wuz so flustered that I
dropped the lantern on the spot, ’n’ run
soreeehin’ along as fast ns 1 could.
You’ll hev to git that there lamorn,
Lemuel, fur’t wouldn’t dew to lose it,
no haow; we can’t afford tew git a non
one.”
“Well, good people,” said the
Squire, “wo mustn’t let ghosts inter
fere with our Now Year’s festivities It
is time that all invited guests should bo
at my house, and here am I, the host,
away from home.”
And the Squire hurried out of tho
store, and along the dusky wood until
he came to a brilliantly-lighted old man
sion on the hill.
It had long been his custom to give a
house-warming, as he called it, on New
Vear’s Eve. Nearly all tlie town were
bidden to these* festivities, and they
were enjoyed hugely by young and old,
reliant! poor. Some of the old families
thought tho squire somewhat democratic
in his way of giving entertainments, and
rather turned up tlu ir noses at the
small sailor's and fishermen's families;
but neither tlie sailors nor the fisher
men took it to heart, and ever,thing
went merry us a marriage bell, as a
general thing.
The squire entered the houso, greeted
a few guests who had already arrived,
and then sought Elsie, his daught r,
who was standing bv tho window at the
end of the long hall, looking pale and
distressed,
“Don’t bo troubled by Mary Jane
I’lagg’s nons. nse, dear,” ho said, “sho
is a foolish woman, and is always imag
ining ail sorts of mysterious things.”
“Hut, father, I’ve hud such strange
dreams of lale. 1 don’t believe in such
things, of course, but they say several
other people hate seen the—appari
tion.’’
“Nonsense! it is all imagination.
May bo one of the J ’or! Norton - is about
here just now. 'There is a strong family
resemblance between them ail, you
know. The mystery will be explained
in a few days, 1 am sure.”
Elsie cleared her brow, and entering
the parlor, greeted tlie coming guests
with her usual quiet cordiality. She
was a tall, handsome girl of twenty
seven, with the brow of a madonna, and
largo, dark eyes, which, even when -Ire
smiles, are intensely sad, though tilled
with a warm, kind glow, which
cheered one like a fire on a frosty
night.
l lie large, square rooms are soon
filled. Heartsome tires leap -on the wide
hearthstones. There is gossip in tho
corners, plat ing of games by the young
people; there are quiet llirtationson tho
stairs and in the halls, and after supper
there is to be a dance in the great din
ing-room.
“Elsie looks paler ’n soberer ’n ever
to-night, don’t she?” as„s one of the
gossips in the corner of her cronv.
“Yes, she duz. I was a hopin’ that
she’d quit flunkin’ or John Norton, ’n’
give Tom Rollins, that s worn to a
shudder waitin’ fur her, soma encour
agement. They did say, jest before
John went away, tba‘ slia was rutlier
turnin' the cold shoulder on him, ’n’
favorin’ Tom; but, lor', there warn’t no
truth in it, fur I ,#ee she and John part
the day he went away, V though they
was both quiet emuff, there warn t no
coldness between 'em. I kin tell ye.”
“Did you hear heow John Norton’s
ghost hed been seen raound hero by
four or fi.e dillerentpors'ins?” savs an
other gossip in a mysterious whisper.
“Elsie's hoerd on it, and she's terribly
out about it.”
“For gracious Bakes, no! When?
Who? Wall, I kneowed suthin’ vvtiz a
goin’ tew happen. X told Siali so this
very night, fur there’s bin tow lookin’-
glasses broke here tew the squire’s
within the past month - all shivered to
pieces. Phebe Ann, the help, told me
so.”
“Mis’ Lemuel Blagg, she was so took
aback by seein or him, thet she w nt
in tew a faint, ’n’ it took tew glasses or
sperit to bring her tew agin.”
“ You don’t say so! I never heerd tell
o’ such a thing. Where wuz she? ’n’
hoaw did he look?- like a corp-e, or
like a live man, ez I heern some dew?”
“Wall, she was so flustered when she
see him, thet she dropped her lantern,
’n’ cam’t tell fur’s I kneow jest haow
he did look. Hiram Pratt ’n’ Mis’ Job
Johnson ’n’ her sister hez seetj him tew,
’n’ they say he looks dretful nateral,
.favor if he
hd o’ chaps
Bk? good
€ljc &tommmriUt Odette.
SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENINO, JANUARY 17. 1883.
only somo older ’n’ he did whon ho
died. They ’re a settlin’ up tho old
Norton estato in a putty queer way,
them Norton wiinmen over tew the
Port, ’n’ that’s why his ghost is a lurkin’
around these parts, 1 s'pose.”
“Spoakiu’ o' ghosts,” says Captain
Rilev, an old sailor who had had more
strange experiences, known more
mysterious happenings, than any
o'h r man in tho town. and
that was saying a good deal; “I saw a
dretful strange apparition out tew sea
aLo.uit twenty years ago.”
“Do tell us about it, said several of
the young people in the same breath,
leaving their games and joining the
circle around the tire, for Captain
Riley’s stories wore famous in the
town.
“Wall, naow. I s’ pose I've told the
story a hundred times over nt one time
Ti’ another in this place, but if you arc
anxious to hear if 1 can tell it again.”
Nearly all tho people in the room
were anxious to hear it, and after tilt
ing to and fro in his chair several
times, and clearing his throat with a
great deal of vigor, he commenced to
rol it. the thrilling tale of ugh <st which
appeared on shipboard duringoncof his
foreign voyages—tho ghost of a sailor
who had been wronged by the former
master of the vessel, and was mysteri
ously murdered ou shore after the ship
reached port.
Elsio, her large, dark eyes dilating
with interest or emotion, joined tho
listening circle, though she usually
either laughed or frowned at tho Cap
tain'.- weird recitals.
“Let us take the lamps out of tho
ro in, the story will seem ever so much
more real,” says one of the laughing
girls, who enjoy nothing so much as tho
blood-curdling which arises from the
eontoinp’afion of Iho supernatural.
So the lamps are removed, and tho
glory of the scarlet coals and flickering
firelight only half illumine the large
room, with Us dark wainseotings and
deep window embrasures. As the tale
goes on the lire grows lower and lower.
Shadows gather in the corners and
creep in among tho silent group of
listeners. The old man’s voice has a
Btrange, weird quality in it, like that of
the sea when it whispers to Bands
where there are graves, or around
locks where there have been wrecks;
like that of the wind when it moans in
the chimneys of haunted houses, or in
ghostly woods where somo murder has
been committed in years gone by .
Perfect silence reigns. Hut just as
the interest of the tale is at its height,
and flu* young people are clinging lo
each othor with awe stricken looks, the
fire slashing into sudden life shines on
a face framod in one of the w '(low
panes. the face of one who has been
buried in the old grave-yard behimi tbo
church nearly eight years. The eyes
are fixed upon Elsie with an eager,
searching glance lor a moment, and
then the t’anie and it vanish together
into the durkne-s.
Elsie, who has met the glance with
her own eyes, utters a wild, scared cry,
and falls fainting into tlie arms of her
companions. Shrieks sound from dif
ferent portions of the room.
“John Norton, if over I see him in
mv life. Why, his face was as plain as
daylight,” is heard in awed whispers
from every side.
The ’Squire, who has been drawn to
the room by the screams of the women,
on learning the stale of affairs, rushes
immediately to the front door, and there
upon the steps, witli his hand upon the
knob of the uoor-bell, stands tlie ghost
—John Norton!
The ’Squire involuntarily takes a few
stops backward, and stands in speech
less amazement and fear.
“Happy Nsw Year, 'Squire! You
don't seem very glad to see me,” come
lrom the ghost in a hearty, most iiu
ghosllike tone. “1 am afraid I fright
ened tho ladies in the parlor. It was so
dark that I didn’t think I should be
seen.”
“Who is. tho world are you?” in
quired tho ’Squire, looking somewhat
relieved.
“Don’t you know John Norton? Have
I changed beyond recognition in theso
eight years?”
“ But you—but John Norton is dead,
said the’Squire, with chilling remem
brances of what ho had read about ma
terialistic spirits in liis mind
The ghost laughed merrily.
“If lam dead, I am profoundly Ig
norant of the fact,” said ho, “uud 1 am
surely John Norton.”
Elsie, who had recovered from her
fainting fit, at the sound of his voice
rushes into the hall, and is Immediately
folded in his warm, strong arms.
“Ghost or man, you are my John,”
she says.
Several ladies became hysterical at
this point, and the squire in a state
of the wildest excitement walked to
arid fro, ruobing his hand aero#* bis
forehead in a dazed manner.
“What is the matter?” inquired John,
finally releasing Elsie from his embrace,
but itil] holding her closely by the
hand. “I know that I was reported
drowned, but how many sailors have
come back under tho same circum
stances.”
“ Hut you are buried in this town. X
iverit to Hoston myself and Identified
your body. Have —haven’t you seen
your grave-stone Y"
John stared at the squiro in blank
amazement.
‘•No, I can’t say that I have. A man
doc n’t often see such a tight. What do
you mean?”
“Why, a body was picked up from
| the wreck of your ship, which Captain
j Graves, who knew you very well, took
to t;e yours. The face was disfigured a
good deal, but tho body had on a coat
with your name sewed into the lining.
Xt had the same mark on the left
band, and the hair, complexion, height
and size corresponded exactly with your
! own.”
“It must have been poor Thompson.
Everybody took him to be my brother,
lie was very much like mo certainly. I
was sa cd by a miracle, and was taken
onboard a ship bound for Australia.
I •’
“But, John, why did you not como
; home before?” said Elsie, loosening
her hand from his grasp, arid regarding
j him with reproaching dignity.
“Because 1 hoard that Elsio Newell
was married to Tom Hollins. I heard
it from his brother, whom 1 saw often
while in Melbourne. Tom has known
that 1 was living all the time, the
scoundrel! lie left town as soon as he
hoard that 1 was on my way home. I
hoped to find him here, for 1 have an
account to setllo with him.”
“lio is, ludood, a scoundrel,” says
Elsie; “but, John, this is Now-Year’s
Eve, and we are so happy, let us for
give him. Let us forgive everything
that was painful in the past, now that
we are to commence the New; Year to
gether. Surely, it cannot fail to boa
happy one.”
“Amen!” exclaims John.
But the squire says after ft moment’s
meditation :
“New-Year’s Evo or not, daughter,
1 lielieve if that man doesn't keep out
of my way, I shall throttle him.—Bal
lou’s Magazine.
Esquimaux Carpentry.
Tlie builder selects snow of the proper
cousiateuey by soifiuliiig a drift with a
cano made for tlio purpose, of reindeer
horn, straightened by steaming, and
worked down to about half an inch in
(! meter, with a ferule of walrus tusk or
the tooth of a bear on tho bottom. By
thrusting this into the snow he can fell
whether the layers deposited by succes
sive winds are separated by bands of
soft snow, which would cause the blocks
to break. When tho snow is selected ho
digs a pit to tho depth of eighteen inches
or two foot, or about tho length of the
snow block. He then steps into the pit
awl proceeds to cut ont the blocks by
first cutting down at the ends of the pit
and then at tho bottom afterward, cut
ting a little channel about an inch or two
deep, making the thickness of the pro
posed block.
Now comes the part that requires
practice to accomplish successfully.
Tho expert will, with a few thrusts of his
knife ill just the right places, split off
the snow-block and lift it carefully out
to await removal to its position on the
wall. Thu tyro will almost inevitably
break tlio block into two or three pieces
utterly unfit for tho use of tlio builder.
When two men are building an igloo,
one cuts tho blocks and the other erects
tho wall. When sufficient blocks have
been cut out to commence work with,
the builder marks-with liis eye or per
haps draws a line with his knife describ
ing the circumference of the building,
usually a circle about ten or twelve feet
in diameter, The first row of blocks is
then arranged, the lilocks placed so as
to incline inward and resting against
each other at the ends, thus affording
mutual support. When this row is com
pleted, the builder cuts away tho first
and second blocks, slanting in from
tho ground upward, so that the second
tier, restiug upon the first row, can bo
continued on and around spirally, and
by gradually increasing the inward slant
a perfect dome is constructed of such
strength that the builder can lio flat
upon tho outside while chinking tho
interstices between the blocks. The
chinking is, however, usually done by
women and children as the building
progresses, and additional protection
secured from the winds in very c<*hl
weather by banking up, with a large
wooden snow-shovel, tho snow at tho base
often being piled to tho depth of three
or four feet. This makes the igloo per
fectly impervious to tho wind in tlio
most tempestuous weather. When the
house is completed the builders are
walled in. Then a small hole about two
feet square is cut in the wall on the
side away from where the entrance is to
bo located and is used to pass in the
lamps and bedding. It is then walled
up and tho regular door cut about two
feet high and niched at tho top. it
would bring bad luck to carry the bed
ding into tlie igloo by the same door it
would be taken out. Before th< door is
opened the bed is constructed of snow
blocks, and made from one to three or
four feet high, and occupies three
fourths of the entire space. The higher
the bed and the lower tlie door the
warmer tho igloo will be.— From an
Arctic Explorer's Beminisoenecs.
Muscle-Beating.
In Riga, Russia, there is a gymnasium
at which many diseases are cured by
bunting the surface of the body with
the hands, or instruments called “mus
cle-beaters.”
Theso instruments consist of three
elastic tubes fastened together at tho
handle; the circumference of each tube
is about that of a finger, Its length, as
also the thickness of tho material of
which it is made, varios according to
tho different purposes for which it is
made.
Dr. Klemro, tho manager of the insti
tution, holds that, as so much refuse
matter is constantly thrown off through
the skin, it is of tho utmost importance
that this organ should bo kept in tlio
best possible condition, and that tlio
best method of doing this and promot
ing nerve currents and blood circulation,
is muscle-beating.
He further holds that tho advantage
of this manipulation over all others, is
that it makes the texture of the skin
softer and more elastic, and that
its action spreads deeper and not only
promotes nutrition of muscle, but also
tho activity of the blood-vessels of the
bones.
It is especially beneficial in cases of
rheumatism and all chronic diseases re
sulting from an impaired circulation of
the blood.
If tlie surface of tho body is cold at
any point, it is an indication of an ob
structed circulation, and by slapping
with the hands or beaters, till the parts
are warm, the equilibrium of tho circu
lation is restored, and serious conse
quences to health arc often avoided.
It is a very old custom to treat the
diseases of tho human body by me
chanical means. The most ancient
peoples, tho Egyptians and Ind’ans, had
in use many different manipulations and
exercises of the body for the purfoxo of
aiding the curative tendencies of nature.
Dr. Karell, physician to liis Imperial
Majesty, tlie Emperor of Russia, says he
agrees completely with the principles
laid down in a work on this subject, and
that they are based ou the natural
sciences.— if. M. P., in YcUxV'x C'yni
vanioii.
J. Verne’s Story.
chapter first.
Wo aro now in longitude 120 dogroos
fifteen minutes, and latitudo eighty*
three degrees thirty-five minutes,” said
the doctor.
“Yes,” said tho Captain.
“We have yet 17,862 miles, twonty
yards, fifteen feet and nine inches of 100
to cross before we reach our ship,” said
tho doctor.
“Exactly,” said tho Captain.
“In that ease, it is time we wore off,”
said llutteras.
“We have left from tho explosion
2,000 pounds of roast turkey, fourteen
kegs of baked beans and eleven gallons
of apple-jack,” said the boatswain.
“Hack’em on tho Bledge at once,”
■aid the Captain.
“And how long will our provisions
hold out?” asked the doctor.
“The apple-jack will probably last
■ntil morning,” said the American.
“And after that?”
“We shall have to sc id to New Jersey
for more.”
“But how?”
“Leave that to mo,” said the Ameri
can.
“llow Is tho temperature?” asked tho
Captain.
“One hundred and ten below zero.”
“Good. Hand me my ear muffs. Aro
wo readyP”
“We are,” said his companions.
“To the north!” cried tho Captain,
executing a song and dance, and kick
ing a i’olar bear off an icoberg.
“To tho north!” shouted his compan
ions.
CHAPTER SECONIV
“All is not yet lost,” said tho Cap
tain. “I have just taken an observa
tion. We have yet a few thousand
miles to go. !Shuil we push on, gentle
men?”
“Wc shall,” cried his companions.
“We are down lo our last drink,”
sighed the American. “But I have tel
ephoned to Jersey City for a fresh sup
ply. If it arrives in time we aro saved.
There is not cold enough in tlie Arctic
regions to stand up against Jersey City
whisky.”
“Wo havo not eaten anything for
seven weeks,” snid the doctor.
“lintshall wo turn back for trilles?”
asked Hatteras. “Doctor, you must
have a plan. Has your science gone
back on you at this critical moment?”
“Give mo two weeks in which to
think over our situation,” said tho doc
tor, seating himself on a cake of ice and
falling into a brown study.
“Hoars!” said tho boatswain.
“Where?” asked the Captain, ex
citedly.
“They have been nt our heels for tho
last two months,” said tho boatswain.
“Tho applejack,” said the doctor.
“ Magnificent!” said the CupV ’ll.
“One sip and they are atour riv rcy,”
said the boatswain.
“.Saved!” said his companions.
CHAPTER THIRD. ,
“ W have now occupied tlf s sconped
out iceberg for threo years,” said the
doctor.
“ And there has been a monotony
about our existence which does not
agree xvitli my love of excitement,” said
the Amorican.
“You forgot the whist,” said the
Captain.
••You know I always prefer poker,”
said the American.
“It is simply a national prejudice,"
said the Captain.
“Gentlemen, you will not quarrel
with the temperature 200 below zero,”
said the doctor. “Remember we are
now but 3,000 miles from tho I’olo.
Save your breath for our final effort.”
“Wo will,” said the Captain, shak
ing the hand of tho American and sot
ting up the blubber oil for tho crowd.
CHAPTER FOURTH.
“ We seem to bo drifting into a seeth
ing whirlpool,” said the Captain.
“Yes, if wc keep on this course five
minutes longer wo shall probably all be
lost,” said the doctor. “Let us take
an observation,” and ho wont forward
with his instrument while the frail boat
on which they were sailing whirled
around at the rate of two thousand rev
olutions a minute, and then suddenly
shot out at right angles as though fired
from a hundred-ton gun.
“ A narrow escape,” said tlie doctor,
quietly, pocketing his glass and ventur
ing alt
“How long Is It since wo lost tho
American overboard?” asked tho boat
swain.
“Aboutfour months,” said tho doo
tor.
“We are now close upon tho Pole,”
said Hatteras.
“ As near as I can make out that must
be it over there,” said the doctor.
“Yyuare right,” said the Captain.
“To England shall belong tho glory of
its discovery.”
“ But it has a strange look,” said the
doctor, gazing through his glass. “Per
haps it’s tho fault of tho Polar Boa at
mosphere.”
“It is covered with stripes,” cried
the Captain, pulling his hair and leap
ing ashore as the boat grounded upon
the beach.
“Can It bo that dastardly Yankoo
has—"
“Shave, gen , ’omen l " asked tho Amor
ican, stepping out of his barber-shop at
tlie base of the North Pole.
“He has,” yelled the English Cap
tain, as he proceeded without delay to
go insane. —Brooklyn Eagle.
Tins art Mrs. Hayes possesses for en
tertaining, says a correspondent, is wor
thy of study. With a dozen guests on
her hands, and others constantly arriv
ing, she is always mistress of tho situa
tion. Although full of animation, yet
she is cool and self-possessed. Her
eyes do not wander wliilo ongageil in
conversation with a single individual,
yet she appears to know the movements
of every one in the room. She is very
ready in conversation—always leading,
and very frequently contributing more
topics and comments than any one
present. She entertains, and does not
exact entertainment from hor truesta,
—lt was written: “Good for nervous
ness is a characteristic of celery;” but
tho intelligent compositor rendered it,
“Good-for-nothingness is a characteristic
of the clergy. ” Ukryitian at Work.
Mr. Stanley’s Discoveries.
A correspondent of the London Globe
who has interviewed Mr. 11. M. Stan
ley, says that gentleman has had prac
tically unlimited means at liis com
mand, through tho gouorosity of tho
King of tho Belgians, who, moreover,
has neon the mam supporter of toveral
of tho so-called International African
Expeditions; as Mr. Stanley puts It, he
has boon in a position to pay for every
cubic inch of air ho and his men
breathed, and every simaro foot of
ground they trod upon. Tlio object of
the King of tho Belgians appears to
have been entirely disinterested—simply
to do what ho could to render accessible
to commerce and civilization, and there
by devolop tho resources of the great
interior of Africa. For this purpose
tho Congo formed a splendid channel of
communication, only unfortunately its
lower courso for many milos is obstructed
by impassable cataracts. To surmount
this obstruction has boen the object of
Mr. Stanley’s work. lie states that
already ho has carried a well-made
road, fifteen feet wide on an average,
from below tho cataracts, 230 miles
along tho north bank of tlio river, far
beyond Stanley l’ool, and therefore
well up into the navigable upper
waters. To assist him in this under
taking ho has not only had native
workers, but relays of young Europeans
as superintendents; and for this work
he finds Englishmen bettor than any
others, and would bo glad to have a
t'rosli supply' to send out. So substan
tially has this road boen constructed,
that it has stood the deluges of rain that
break down upon it from the mountain
sides, and lias borne the heavy traffic
which tlie transport of engineering plant
to the upper roaches has rendered nec
essary. Causeways have been laid
where necessary and briilgas built, anil
the road has, by means of excavations,
embankments of stone, and layers of
earth, been carried right round the face
of a mountain which comes sheer down
to the river at one place. On rounding
the mountain, Mr. Stanley states that the
road enters an avenue of exquisite beau
ty and ooolnoss which has been cleared
through tlie forest. So thickly timbered
is tho country in some parts that thou
sands of trees havo had to be felled, and
their roots either grubbed up or leveled.
At intervals along tho road, stations
havo been planted, and already there is
a regular service of couriers between the
stations, and by them a growing trade
is being established. As to what are
tho possibilities of commerco along this
route, he states that during the prog
ress of his work a million ya ds of Man
chester goods havo been distributed
through tho country in ,j.yment for
labor and othor sorvicea “' formed by
the natives.
One of the articles of ti nsport along
the now road was a fine r-Jeam launch,
with which Mr. Stanley has done some
good exploring work some 400 miles
above Stanley l’ool, quite 700 miles
above the mouth of the river. When
ho feels at liberty to publish an account
of his work (at present his first duty is
to his employer, the King of the Bel
gians), it will be shown, the correspon
dent believes, that some first-rate ex
ploring work has been done. The
launch for example, was taken up anew
river, opening from tho south bank of
tho Congo, somo distance above Stanley
8001, and which, it was found,led in to'a
fine lake. Tho lake was covered with
fishermen’s canoes, whose occupants
looked aghast at tho snorting monster
puffing out smoke, and lied in dismay.
One, however, was caught, and aftor
being soothed down and kindly treated,
was sent off loaded with presents to liis
wondering fellows peering from among
the hushes on the shore. In Mr. Stan
ley’s opinion, tho Boil is capable of un
limited development for crops of all
kinds, and, by judicious uso, tho supply
of caoutchouc in tho forests is inexhaust
ible. The greatest difficulty to tho utili
zation of tho river throughout its navi
gable leDgth is tho almost untamable
tribes who inhabit the upper reaches be
tween Stanley’s furthest point and the
neighborhood of Nyangine.
Inventions of Women.
Tholistof woman’s inventions of recent
date is by no means blank. One of tho
best machines now in use for tho manu
facture of paper bags Is tho invention of
Mary E. Knight, of Springfield, Mass.
The accomplished wife of Father Hya
cintho holds a patent for an improved
corset. Tho Empress Eugenie invented
tho many flounced bustle—tlie precursor
of the extinct crinoline. Mrs. Walton
has devised a way of deadening the noise
on the elevated railroads, uuil a spark ar
rester for locomotives. Women obtain
from the Government an average of about
sixty patents yearly. During the year
eudmg July, 1880, women received some
seventy patents, a list of tho subjects,
which is appended, as a usoful showing
of the tendency of the inventive faculties
of tho sex. As might bo expoctod, the
plurality of articles relate to the lighten
ing of women’s work. Among them are
a jar-liftor, a bag-holder, a pillow-sham
holder, a dress protector, two dust-pans,
a washing machine, a fluting iron, a dress
chart, a fish-honor, a sloeve-adjuster, a
lap table, a scaming-machino treadle, a
wash basin, an iron heater, sad-irons, a
garment stiffener, a foldingohair, award
robe bod, a window-cleaner, a napkin, a
clothespin, a weather-strip, a oliurn, an
invalid's bed, a strainer, a milk-cooler,
a sofa-bed, a dipper, a paper dish, and a
plaiting device. In the linfc of purely
mechanical contrivances appear a car
step, a baggage attachment for vehicles,
a shoo-channeling machine, a guard for
sleeping berths, a loom for tubular fab
rics, a window frame, an oil burner, a
life-raft, a window-fastener, a locomo
tive’s chimney, a buckle, paper bag ma
chines, dumping-wagon and a bale-tie.
Besides those aro braces, corsets, a hat
cover, a oollor, a doll supporter, a shawl
strap, oorsat-elasps, uudergarmonte, a
game, a shoe aud a hair-wash.
—Spurgeon is somotimes moro blunt
than polite. For instance, in his recent
answer to a neighbor who asked him to
support a certain candidate for election
tithe School Board on the ground of
his belonging to the Blue Ribbon Army,
he replied: “Do you think I am going
to support a donkey just because ho has
a bit of blue ribbon tied to himP”
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
—Mr. Rarnoll wrltos that his doctors
forbid him traveling, and that ho can
not address constituents until aftor tho
session.
—Tho Roy. J. P, May, of Momphla,
refused communion to an
cated member of his church, and
latter attempted to whip him. Tho
dominie was equal to the occasion, and
the other is in the hospital.
—John Stoele, better kuown os “CooJ-
Oil Johnny," thofamoof whoso mag- 1
nllicont fortune and reckless extravo- #
gaiico still lives, is now engaged In man
ual labouat Williimisiiort, Pa., and re
ceives per day tor lfis sorviccs.
—Tlio now heir to the Swedish crown,
son of tho Crown Prince, will bo called
Prince Oscar Frederick Olaf Gustavus
Adolphus. Duke of Shoonon. Had ho
boon born a week earlier his birthday
would havo fallen ou his namesake’t
260th anniversary, which would have
boen thought a happy omen.
—Queen Victoria has conferred n
baronetcy on Mr. William John Clarke
of tho colony of Victoria. This gentle
man is probably a sou of tho man known
as Big Clarke, who made the greatest
fortune on record in Australia. This is
fprobably tho Hrstheroditary honor con
erred on an Australian.
—Minister Hamlin was impressed
with tho informal politeness with which
ho was received at tho court of Madrid.
At his first presentation King Alphonso,
who speaks English, but not so fluently
as the Queen, said to him: “Now, Mr.
Hamlin, como into the next room, and
let mo introduce you to my wife,” not
calling her tho Queen.
—The late Philip Turpin Johnson., of
Chesterfield County. Virginia, left all
his proporty, including “the country
scat of tho great Revolutionary orator
and Governor, Patrick Henry,” to Dr.
J. W. Johnson, of Richmond, to whom
the deceased was not related. Mr.
.Johnson was a bachelor brother of tho
late Major-General Edward Johnson, of
tho United States and Confederate
service.
—Charles Gordon Greene, Jr., son of
Colonel Greene, formerly editor of tho
Boston Post, whoso death in Paris was
recently announced, had lived abroad
for nearly twenty-five years. Ho was
an energetic and successful man of
business, and strongly endowed with
the family tasto ami talent for litera
ture. To tho leading magazines of Eu
rope he contributed many papers, and
did, besides, somo work as a corre
spondent.
SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY.
—A Florida youth has discovered tiat
strong, soft, llexible rope can bo hualo
from the fiber of the common cocklobur
bush.
—Tho deepest mine in the world, ac
cording to Prof. H. Hoefor, is the Przi
bram silver mino in Bohemia. The
lowest depth 3,300 foot below the Bur
face.
—A progressive Atlanta (Ga.) man
claims to havo invented a milk pail that
is kept In motion by a spring, and when
he gots through milkin<r a cow the milk
has been churned into delicious butter.
—Salting, M. L. Fouriment asserts, is
not necessarily fatal to triohime imbed
ded in meat. Those parasites may live
in salt provisions for fifteen months.
Salting, indeed, often serves to preserve
tho vitality of trichime ' ' protects
thorn to some extent f destruc
tive inlliionco of heat/
—A needle manufais- en es
tablished at Brooklyn, and only
one in the country, all needles . aherto
having come from Europe. They aro
to bo made by machinery, which will bo
tho first attempt of the kind. The
manufacture has been entirely by hand
and requires many operations; the con
version of the wire into rough needles
requires twenty; the tempering and an
nealing nine; polishing five, which are
rojieatod seven or eight times, and sort
ing five. The Brooklyn enterprise will,
it is to be hoped, prove a success.—
Brooklyn Eagle.
—Mr. James B. Smith, of Ilackots
town, N. J., has invented and patented
an improved signal for railroad cross
ings, tunnels, and dangerous places,
which is doolared to be cheap, durable,
and incapable of disarrangement. A
bowed spring is plaoed near the rails,
so that the wheels of the passing train
operate upon it, and by means of a lever
and wire attachment work a gong bell
and signal which are plaoed at the re
quires distance ahead on the track.
The signals remain exposed until tho
trains have passed, and by means of
anotlier spring aro restored to place.—
Christian Union.
—A new building material called
“fossil coral," has been discovered in a
small Lsiand in the Bay of Suva, Fiji.
When it is first removed it is soft and
easily cut into square blocks or any oth
er desired shape, but when it is exposed
to the open air for some time it grows
very hard and assumes some of the
characteristics of fire-brick. What the
actual origin of this substance may have
been is uncertain and will form an in
teresting problem for geologists. At
any rate it has boen found so useful for
building purposes that tho Fijian Gov
e-ument have given a large order for
cubes of it.
Children’s Ideas.
The natural philosophy of ohildron is
very interesting; they invent just such
theories of tho universe as the wild na
tions have, with a sweet unconsciousness
Hint they are originally myths. During
a tremendous thunder stormi a little fel
low of four year old was overheard ex
plaining to another child that lightning
was just “rod water that runs out of the
clouds,” and tho thunder “the noise it
makes when it goes into the ground.”
Ho lost his courage concerning thunder
in one of tho showers, and afterward hod
to bo comforted a littlo when one oc
curred. One evening, to calm his ap
prehensions, his father assured liim that
the lightening he saw was a great way
off, and told him that if it were near, he'
could hear tho thunder at once after the
flash, but this time ho could notice that
there was quito a while between the two.
The boy mused over this a little, and
then queried:
“Papa, what makes tho thunder speak
so long after it’s got through?”
A question which might he asked of
many a public speaker.
Tho Associated Press.
“The Associated Press is a great boon,
Is it not?” said tho cigarette smoking
scion of a South Side sire to a beautiful
Boston girl, full of soutiment and oys
ters as they wore returning from the
theater. "It is, indeed,” she replied, in
soft tones: “George and I had one all
last winter; but papa came m one mgtit
before George could take his arm away
and acted dreadfully. Do they have
them in Chicago?” “I should blush to
murmur,” responded the untutored
Chicagoan ns he measured her surcingle
belt with his strong rightarm,— Chicago
Tribune.
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