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VOL. X.
A CROSS THE PLAINS.
The plains wore wide and vast and drear,
The mountain peak** seemed cool and near,
The sun hung low toward the west,
130 aea*’,” we sighed, “arc we to rest.”
But journeying through the closing day,
Our feet are weary of the way;
Far, far liefore our aching sight
The plains lie in the waning light.
The mountain peaks that seemed so near
And held our rest forever there,
Are far across the desert lands.
We vainly cry with lifted hands :
Oh hills, that stand against the sky,
We may not reach you ere we die;
Our hearts are broken with the pain,
For rest and peace we may not gain.
Upon the plains we faint and fall,
Our faces toward the mountains tall;
Our palms are clasped, but uot to pray;
So die we with the dying day.
HORRORS OF DRUNKENNESS
•OMR OF THE PHENOMENA OF AJLCOHOL
IZED BRAINS
Wo were four. We sat talking in the
lobby of a Denver hotel. It waa 11 p.
m. The talk was languishing, when the
wide doors opening to the street were
thrown apart violently, and a tall, heav
ily built man walked in. His soft hat
waa tilted backward on his head. His
step wns uncertain, lie was drunk.
We recognized him as Dalton, a miner
from the Snowy Range. Seeing the
group sitting around a table, he come
toward ns, and with a drunken smile,
•aid, “ Howda, boys?” Then, before we
could greet him, he turned away, saying
carelessly, “It is eat night for me. 1
may as well go see the creature.” Fil
tering the elevator, he disapjieared.
Wondering what Dalton meant by
“ cat nigbt,” I asked ono of my com
panions the meaning of the phrase. He
replied. “ A phantom cat come* to Dal
ton during the night following his third
day of hard drinking. It is a warning
to him to put on the brakes.”
" Tell me of it.” I said.
Complying, he said: “Dalton sprees.
He drinks at long intervals, and never
in moderation. When the wild desire
for alcohol assails him, resistance is
seemingly impossible. He turns his
mines over to his foreman and come* to
Denver. He drinks excessively the first
dsy, still more the second, and he turns
himself loose on the third. He is a
heavy and very powerful man, and can
drink an enormous quantity of w liiskey
before succumbing to it. I have known
him to drink forty glasses of liquor in
ono day, six of them before breakfast.
By the end of the third day Dalton is
very nervous. Soon after ho falls into
his first drunken sleep on the third night
he always dreams that ho comes into
his room ; that a noise, sh though some
thing scratching on the carpet under his
lied, attracts his attention ; that looking
under the lied, he sees a large yellow
tomcat, with a bristling tail as big as a
rolling pin. The cait is tearing the car
pet with its sharp claws. Indifferent to
eats, or dogs, or any animal that walks
on earth, he undresses and gets into bed.
Instantly he is smitten with paralysis,
lie cannot move. His brain works
without friction and is wonderfully clear.
His vision is penetrative. He can see
through the bed, and sees the cat on the
floor in the corner. His clear sight
pierces through the disguise of the crea
ture and he realizes that it is an eye-de
stroying, flesh-eating devil. He knows
that the fiend will come out from under
the bed and jump upon the footboard.
Standing there with arched back and
swelling tail, the creature will utter
frigtitfuljjcries prepartory to leaping, with
distended claws, on his face and tearing
out his eyes. Dalton becomes afraid of
the cat. He tries to call for help. He
strives to move. His efforts are vain.
The cat leaps to tlio footboard, and
glares at him with distended fiery eyes.
A train he struggles to throw off the par
alysis. He cannot move. The cat,
with a horrid cry, Bprings on his up
turned face. Under the spur of this su
preme horror he rallies, and, with an
exhaustive effort he awakens. He is un
nerved. He trembles like a timid woman.
His heart beats quickly. It takes
three or foor days of perfect rest and
solitude to restore his nervous system.
He drinks no more for months.”
“Does he know, while suffering from
this alcoholic nightmare that it is a
nightmare ?”
"Yes,” my companion answered, “he
knows it. But he also knows that if he
Joes not awaken, and so prevent the yel
low tomcat from getting in his work the
at will kill him. He is in deadly fear
of this cat, though he knows it is but an
alcoholic phantom. And underneath
his dread of the cat lies the fear of
death resulting from alcoholism. The
cat is only a faint shadow cast by the
approaching jimjams, that stalk spectre
like in the vestibule of his brain.”
“The warnings some drinking men re
ceive are very strange,” said the oldest
of our party. “I know several men who
are spreers, who have warnings, gener
ally visions more or less horrible, but in
variably the same, when they approach
the wall behind which the jimjams lurk.
Probably the most striking case is tha.
of a gentleman who inherited his dis
eased craving for alcohol. He will not
drink, it may be, for a year. Then he
will pat his business into such a shape
that he can leave it for a few days and
deliberately get drunk. For two days
he devotes his energies to getting drunk
and staying drunk. He is not of the
least trouble to any one when he is
SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING, JANUARY 9, 1884.
drinking. He ahuts himself up in his
room, and drinks alone. In two days ho
will drink a gallon of tho best sonr masli
Bourbon whisky money can buy. He
always begins drinking in the evening.
Tho third evening he goes to bed in a
beastly state of intoxioation. At about
midnight his vision oomes to him. He
dreams that he went to bed, and slept
soundly until awakened by a hard,
white, flickering light. He lies awoke
wondering what causes tho light, and
hears a loud knock on his bedroom door.
- Come in 1’ he orie*. The door is
thrown wide open and a man who has
been freshly flayed stalks in. The
flayed man smiles in a ghastly maimer,
and nods in friendly recognition. The
flesh is gone from iiis mouth. His teeth
grin mockingly. He stations himself
opposite the bed and leans against the
wall, his shoulders making a bloody
mark where he leans. His lidless eyes
roll and his tongue lolls. The bedroom
door remains open. My friend looks out
of the door and into the street. There
he sees a long column of fiayod men
marching rapidly down the road. Htrag
glers drop out from tho column and en
ter his room. When ten men have
entered, his bedroom door closes. The
flayed men, who are covered with fresh
Mood, walk silently around the room
looking at him. They point their
bloody fingers at him. At a signal
from the man who first entered they all
march out Presently they return, each
carrying a flayod and bloody corpse.
The blood has dried on the live men
while they were absent, and it flakes
from them as they re-enter the room
with their ghostly burdens. The
corpses sre placed on the floor in a row,
side by side. At a signal from the
leader of tho skinless horrors, they
straddle the dead bodies, and landing
over, grasp them around the waists.
Then straightening up, with the legs of
the dead men between their own, they
move around the room in a weird dance,
now advancing, now retreating, then
circling around the bed, and always
leering and grinning at my friend. After
desperate efforts ho awakens, and the
vision disappears. It is his warning to
quit drinking, and he heeds it, too.”
Then spoke an ex-Oonfederate artil
lery officer : “Moat sprees have visions,
all of them horrible, that are nature’s
warnings to them to quit drinking. But
there is another class of illusions arising
from an unwioc use of alcohol, which I
suspect arc much more common than is
generally known. The men who suffer
from these illusions are apt to conceal
their troubles, being ashamed to coufidt
them to their most intimate friends. I
know of two cases that may interest you.
They are queer nyinifestations of
alcoholic disturbances of the brain.”
We gathered closely around the table,
aud all of us, as one man, demanded
the stories. The ex-Confederate officer
said: “Johnson was raised on the
Hen Islands. He married shortly before
the war. He entered the Army of Vir
ginia. His wife, to whom he was de
voted, died shortly after he left her.
After the surrender Johnson came West.
He is a well-educated, courageous
gentleman. I will “'ll you of the vision
that invariably arises before him if lie
drinks at all. I will tell it in the first
person, just ns he told it to mo. Im
agine that Johnson is talking : ‘When
ever I drink. I am haunted by a vision
that arises before mo ae soon uh 1 am
asleep. It is this : My wife is by my
side, her soft hand lovingly slipped in
mine. We are walking up an oyster shell
path toward our Hea Island home.
Entering onr house I realize that it lias
been deserted, and an unaccountnble
feeling of dread rolls over me iu an iey
wave at this discovery. Then my wife
speaks, saying, softly, “I am afraid.”
Instantly my mind is flooded with the
recollection of a dreadful horror that I
had not thought of for years. I remem
ber that we had abandoned the house
because it was haunted. Our experience,
as I recall it, was that a spirit walked
nightly in the attic, and, after a short
walk, descended the stairs. When the
door at the foot of the stairway opened
before the ghost a column of whitish
vapor floated sinuously into the hall ;
then, turning to the left, it entered my
room and passed out of the window.
“ ‘Supplemented to this horror was an
other manifestation of rare occurrence
and at highly irregular intervals. This
was a voice accompanied by footsteps.
Sometimes heavy footsteps, at others as
if the infirm Bteps of ago were tottering
around the house. Again they crept
along the inside of the partitions. Then
the voice groaned, as if in pain. I
knew the voice to be that of a negro of
hideons aspect and gigantic size, whom
one of my ancestors had scourged to
death. That voice threatened tus with
direful disasters, and maae the night
hideous with its cries. It always came
in the gray of the evening, and stayed
all night. The recollection of these
horrors, that had escaped my memory,
terrified me. My wife saw that I was
unnerved, and clung closely to me,
repeating in trembling tones, “I am
afraid, I am afraid, I am afraid.” I
tried to restore her courage, but I could
not. I looked at her, and saw that she,
too, recollected the dreadful tale. We en
deavored to leave the house, but could
not. Then we sought refuge in the par
lor, and trembling awaited, we knew
not what. Suddenly a barbario tune
waa beaten on the floor above us, as
though pounded out with a war olub.
and the voioe spoxo tauntingly, saying
"To-night you shall see me.” An irre
sistible force drew ns to our bedroom.
The column of vapor descended tho
stairs and euterod it nnd floated out of
the window. Then we sought to escape
from tho dreaded voioe by hiding in
dark ooruers; but the voioe tauutiugly
called us forth.
“'Finally, iu despair, we entered the
parlor, and there the end came. Forth
from the solid wall strode a gigantic
naked negro. His flesh was scored ns
though with a whip. Blood marked the
trail ns he walked He stalked toward
us. With an exultant grin ho glared
fiercely at ns. Then he slowly stretched
ont his baud, as though to grasp my
wife’s yellow hair. An overpowering
base aud cowardly terror seized me.
My only fear was that the black spectre
would grasp me instead of my wife.
She clung to me with twining arms,
murmuring, “Protect mo ! Save mo I”
Basely l thrust her from me toward tho
outstretobed hand of the gigantic black.
She looked at mo loviuglv, not reproach
fully, aud with a kind, forgiving smile on
her face, foil dead at my feet. With
ineffable scorn the negro pointed his
horny index linger at me nnd said, “A
coward 1 Tho first of his race,” and dis
appeared with a crash that always
awakened me.’”
Tlio ex-Confedi rate ceased talking
for an instant while, ho lit a fresh cigar,
and then he said: “That is Johnson’s
vision. It never varies a particle, nnd
he sees it if ho drinks so much ns one
glass of whisky. Of course you all un
derstand that there is not any ground
for the vision. It is, from beginning to
end, an alcoholic phantasm.
‘ ‘Then there whs Wallace, ” and tho
narrator smiled at his memories. "His
was a quoer ease of physical recollec
tion of a flight and drunken hiding.
Wallace got drunk iu town (I am talking
of Northern Alabama), and while drunk
got into trouble. Being hard pressed,
he drew his pistol nnd killed his oppo
nent, who was a worthless creature.
The dead man’s friends, also worthless
creatures, gathered in an excited crowd.
Wallace, partly soberod, realized his
danger, and resolved to get out of town
if possible. Hiß horse stood in tho shed.
Wallace kept the crowd off by pistol
shooting, that may have been a littlo
indiscriminate, until he was mounted.
By this time some of tho dead man’s
friends were also mo an ted. Wallace fled
nnd was hotly pursued. His plantation
was somo eight miles the other sido of
tho river. The pursuing horsemen cut
him off'from the bridge by riding up a
side street, Boeing this he turned his
horse and rode down the river hank at
full gallop. It was quite dark by this
time. After riding about a mile dowu
the river hank he spurred his horse into
the stream. His horse carried him
across safely and clambered up the op
posite hank.
“Wallace rode into the heavy forest
at the full gallop. He remembered no
more of that night's experience, Tho
next morning ho awoke in a darkened
room. He was lying on a rough, dirty
floor. Staggering to his feet he felt
around his unknown quarters until ho
found a hole in the floor. A ladder hod
been thrust through this opening and
projected a couple of feet above the
floor. Ho descended tho ladder and
fouqd himsolf in a basement, ono side of
which opened on a gulch. It was an
abandoned still house. Ho saw tho
tracks made by his horse, but tho horse
was gone. Ho did not know where he
was. It was ten o’clock before he found
a road he knew, and noon before ho
reached home. His liorso returned
homo during tho previous night. Ever
after, when Wallace got drunk in that
town, he would wake up tlio next morn
ing in the dark attic of the deserted still
house. He always turned his horse
loose and had to walk home. When he
left the country and the old associations
were broken, ho quit riding around at
midnight to hide in dirty attics.”
It was growing late. Our party bade
one another good night and wandered
off to bed. Farnk Wjlkehon.
won't do rr.
The Hon. John Pearidge Wesley, Sec
retary of tho Jones Cross-roads Lyceum,
Virginia, informed the Lime-Kiln Club,
by letter, that on the oth day of August
next his society proposed to open a de
bate, free to the world, on the query:
“What am de hereafter of animal crea
tion?” It was hoped that the Lime-
Kiln Club would send at least four of its
leading orators to participate in the de
bate.
“While we am much obleegcd fur de
invitashun,” replied the President, “we
shan’t let de inquiry worry us a bit.
While it am a sad thing to part from a
dog which has stood by us fur a dozen
y’ars, time spent in wonderin’ whar’ he
will bring up am time wasted. I reckon
dat sioh of us as git to dat better land
won’t be lookin’ aronnd fur hosses, dogs,
cows an’ cats. We’ll be busy wid our
wings an’ harps, an’ ’tain’t likely dat we
could whistle fur a dog if we owned one.
De hereafter of man, an’ pertieklerly of
members of dis club, am of fur mo’ con
sarn to us. ” —Detroit Free, Frees.
A Boston paper relates that au old
gentleman from the country who visited
that city the other day and had never
been in a large town before, remarked
after making a tour of tho business sec
tion : “I don’t like this Boston. There
isn't'CnouaU out-of-doors to it,”
COLONEL FELTON’S WIFE.
TllK ItOIHANTIC' NTORYOF AN Al'At'ilV
RAID.
Dlnriiew n Brnutlful Hpnnl*li Girl nnd whilf*
llnthlng They nre Allnckrd by Indiana
—Reroutes Her Avonser -How They
Finally Met.
Colonel Albert 0. Peltou, whose
beautiful 22,000 acre ranclie is out
toward the Rio Grande, near Laredo,
has been tho Peter tho Hermit of the
Texans for years. H ho* believed that
ho has held a divine commission to kill
Apache Indians. Colonel Pelton came
to Texas in 1844, a common soldier.
By talent and courage he rose to the
rank of colonel, and finally, in 1847,
oommanded Fort Macrae. That year
he fell in love with a beautiful Spanish
girl at Albuquerque, N. H. Her
parents were wealthy, and would uot
consent to their daughter’s going away
from all her friends to live in a garrison.
The admiration of the young couple
was mutual, aud parental objection only
intensified tho affection of the lovers.
The Spanish girl’s nature is such that,
once in love, she never changes. Final
ly, after two years’ entreaty and devo
tion, Colonel Pelton won the consent of
the parents of the beautiful Spanish
girl, and they were marriod and re
moved to Fort Macrae.
Then commenced a honeymoon such
ns only lovers, shut up in a beautiful
flower-environed fort, can liave. The
lovely character of the beautiful bride
won tho hearts of tho soldiers of tho
fort, and she remained a queen among
these rough frontiersmen. Ono day,
when the love of the soldier and his
lovoly wife wore at its height, the two,
accompanied by the young wife’s mother
and twenty soldiers, rodo ont to tho hot
springs, six miles from tho fort, to take
a bath. While in tho bath, which is
near tlio Rio Grande, au Indian’s arrow
passed over their heads. Then a shower
of arrows fell around them, and a bnnd
of wild Apache Indians rushed down
upon them, whooping and yelling like a
band of demons. Several of the sol
diers fell dead, pierced with poisoned
arrows. This frightened tho lost, who
Hod. Another shower of arrows, nnd
the beautiful brido and her mother fell
into the water, pierced by the cruel
weapons of the Aps' iV' 0 , With his wife
dying bo tore his :\#iCMj£khWjpl Pets'll
leaped up the bank, grasped his rifle aud
killod the leader of the savage fiends.
But tho 4paches were too much for the
colonel. Pierced with two poisoned
arrows, he swam into the river and hid
under an overhanging rock. After tho
savages hod left, tlio colonel swam the
river and made his way back to Fort
Macrae. Hero his wounds were dressed,
nnd ho finally recovered, but only to live
a blasted life—without love, without
hope, with a vision of his beautiful wife,
pierced with poisoned arrows, dying per
petually before his eyes.
After the death of his wife a change
enmo to Colonel Pelton. Ho seemed to
think thnt ho had a sacred mission from
Heaven to avenge liis yonng wife’s
death. Ho secured the most unerring
rifles, surrounded himself with brave
companions, aud consecrated himself to
the work of revenge. Ho was always
anxious to lead any and all expeditions
against the Apaches. Whenever any of
the other Indians were at war with the
Apaches, Colonel Pelton would soon be
at the head of tho former. One day he
would bo at the bond of his soldiers, and
tho next day he would be at the head of
a band of Mexicans. Nothing gave him
pleasure but tho sight of dead Apaelies.
He defied tho Indian arrows and courted
death. Once, with a baud of the wildest
desperadoes, he penetrated 100 miles
into the Apache country. The Apnches
never dreamed that anything but an en
tire regiment would dare to follow them
a> their camp in the mountains. Bo
when Colonel Pelton swooped down
into tlioir lodges with ten trusty follow
ers, firing their Henry rifles at the rate
of twenty times a minute, the Apaches
flod in consternation, leaving their wo
men and children behind. It was then
that there darted out of a lodge a white
woman.
“Spare the women 1” she cried, and
fainted to the ground.
When the colonel jumped from hih
saddle to lift up the woman ho found
she was blind.
"How came you here, woman, with
these Apaches ?” he asked.
“I was wounded and captured,” she
said, “ten years ago. Take, oh, take
me hack again 1”
“Haveyou any relations iu Texas?”
asked the colonel.
“No, my father lives in Albuquerque.
My husband, Colonel Pelton, and my
mother wero killod by the Indians.”
“Great God, Bella ! Is it you, my
wife?”
“Oh, Albert, I knew you would
come I” exclaimed the poor wife, blindly
reaching her hands to clasp her hus
band.
Of course there was joy in the old
•anche when Colonel Pelton got book
with his wife. The Apaches carried the
wounded woman away with them. The
poison caused inflammation, which finally
destroyed her eyesight.
When I saw the colonel in his Texas
ranche he was reading a newspaper to
his blind wile while in her hand she
held a bouquet of fragrant Cape jessa
mines which he had gathered for her.
rt was a picture of absolute happiness,
NO. 51.
The It ain r Fire.
November 13, 1833, is n date to lie
remembered. It wns just about fifty
years ago that there occurred iu
the United States a memorable “rain
of fire” known as the great fall of
meteors. Its greatest intensity whs in
the hour which brought daybreak; hut
it was an impressive and awe-inspiring
soene from about 2 o’olook till broad
daylight, and the exhibition was only
ended by being swallowed up in the
beams of broad day. It seemed a veri
table rain of tire. The negroes of Vir
ginia and other regions South were
frightened nearly to death; every well
was said to oontum one or more negroes,
who had gone down by rope or bucket,
to escape the “day of wrath aud day of
burning.”
The tremendous spectacle frightened
thousands of steady-going people here
abouts. But there was in reality no
•ause for fear. Our planet, in its swift
flight, had brushed the skirts of one of
the two vast meteor-streams whose or
bits, one in August and the other in No
vember, touoh the orbit of the earth.
Tho law of gravitation, aided perhaps by
a little deeper than the customary mix
ing of orbits, chanced to prodnoe, at
thnt junction, a far greater shower of
meteors than usual, and it fell chiefly
upon that hemisphere that wag most
fully presented to tho laxly of meteors.
Those appear to be bodies of various
sizes, aggregated in a great stream, mil
lions of miles long, and having an orbit,
like any of tho planets. The August
stream is said to be 90,000,000 miles
long, and the November stream is of un
known extent.
Owing to burning, caused by the fric
tion which our dense atmosphore in
volves, to foreign bodies plunging
through it at that tremendous rate, few
of these so-called meteors ever reach tho
surface that are larger, when found,
than an apple—or, perhaps (to continue
the bucolic chnrmcter of the comparison),
a pumpkin. They are set on Are nnd
burned np in falling—and most of them
fall in the shape of unnoticed ashes, or
"meteoric dust.” Now and then a big
one is found. Meteors weighing tons
have fallen on (he earth—and perhaps
some that were of more stupendous di
mensions than anybody now imagines.
All (save a semi-vitreous “iron-stone”
character. Untqld millions and quadrill
*iont W motors [weii visible on fire, iu
the air, and falling in a rain of fire, in
those dark hours before tho dawn, on
the 13th of November, 1883. — Hartford
Times.
How a Brig Was Saved.
The brig Louisa Oaipel, Captain Park
er, of Yarmouth, N. 8., arrived at New
port, after encountering the most extra
ordinary hurricanes and gales the cap
tain ever knew. He thinks the vessel
and all on board would hnve been lost
but for the fact that he had a largo
cargo of fish oil.
The waves swept continuously over
the vessel and finally the deck load
began to slip, when he gave orders for
a number of small holes to be bored in
the casks containing the oil. While
this was being done the men engaged
wore nearly swept overboard ; but in a
few minutes the oil trickled on the deck
through the scuppers and into the ocean
and almost ns soon as the oil reached
the water the waves were less boisterous,
and in less than a half hour there was
an unmistakable diminution in the foroc
and number of the waves that broke
over the ship. In an hour they had
almost entirely subsided.
The ohief mate says he has never be
fore seen oil used lint he is enthusiastic
in the declaration that the fish oil saved
the brig, cargo and crew.
Indignant Officers
The manners of the Prussian officer
on parade leaves much to bo desired.
But it is seldom indeed that ono hears of
such language being used to soldiers
and officers as was addressed the other
day to the battalion which seems to con
stitute the entire military force of the
Oldenburg Grand Duchy. Major Btein
mann of the Prussian army had been
sent to inspect the Oldenburg troops,
aud probably had been instructed to do
his best toward bringing them up to the
Prussian level. After reviewing the
four companies, and finding the men
deficient in smartness he oalled them
“Oldenburg oxen.” This insult went to
tho hearing of the Oldonburgers. The
four Captains commanding the four
companies comprised in the Oldenburg
battalion waited upon the inspector and
severally called him to account for his
offensive words, when from each of the
four Major Steinmann accepted a chal
lenge. In the first encounter he wonnded
his man, on which the people rose in in
surrection, and, rushing to the Major’s
bouse, attacked it and wrecked his
property, so that to repress the riot
the very troops who had been insulted
had to bo called out. In the second
duel Major Steinmann was himself
wounded in the shoulder; and, according
to the latest newß, lie will, as soon ss
<xmvalescent. be recalled to Berlin.
After missing his tenth rabbit—“l’ll
tell yon what it is, Bagster, yonr rab
bits are all two inches too abort here
bouts I”
Manta yonng man who works hard
during the day allows his hand* to go to
waist during the evouiug.
THE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
WHAT WE KINO IN THKM TO BMU.B
OVKK.
FELT Til* SITUATION.
A German farmer wan on trial in one
of the justioe courts the other day for
assault and battery, and had pleaded
not gnilty. When tho oross-examina
tlon came the opposing counsel asked:
“Now, Jaoob, there was trouble be
tween you and the plaintiff, wasn't
there?"
"I oxpeot dere vhae.”
“He said something about yonr dog
being a sheep-killer, and you resented
it, eh?"
"Vhell, I calls him a liar.”
“Exactly. Then he oalled yon aome
hard names?”
“He oalls me a aauer-kraut Dutch
mans.”
"Just so. That made you mad.”
“Oof conrae. I vhns so madt I shake
all oafer."
"I thought ao. Now, Jacob, you are
a man who speaks the truth. I don’t
believe yon could be hirod to tell a lie.”
“Veil, I plief I vlias pooty honest.”
“Of course you are—of course. Now,
Jacob, you must have struok the first
blow. Yon see ”
The other lawyer objected, and after
a wrangle the defendant turned to the
oourt and said:
“I doan' oxaotly make ondt how it
vhas. I like to own oop dot I shtruck
first, but I haf paid my lawyer $5 to
brove de odder vhay. I doan’ like to
tell a lie, bnt I feel badt to lose der
money!”— Detroit Free Frets.
A TERRIBLE REVENUE.
“ That was a very brilliant wedding
last evening, and, by the way, the bride
was an old flame of yonrs, was she not ?”
“Yes, the,,t?Mile, heartless thing, as
soon as gn count put in an ap
pearance she j&e d me."
“I see by the papers that among tho
wedding presents were ten magnificent
clocks. Rather odd that so many
different persons seould hit on the same
tilings for presents. But why are you
smiling ?”
“Ah ! revenge is sweet 1 revengo is
sweet 1”
“ What can you mean ?”
“ Don’t breathe a word and I will tell
you. I am acquainted with most of
that cruel flirt’s friends, and it so hap
pened that nine of them, not knowing
of my previous love, came to me for
suggestions about a wedding present.
I confidentially advised eaoh of them to
send her a clock, and afterward I added
another clock myself. Ha! ha! tho
villain still pursues her ! lam avenged
avenged 1”
“ Mercy, man! are yon mad ?”
“ Never waa more sane in my life.”
“Then how in the world can tho
presentation of ten valuable docks con
stitute revenge ?”
“ Hist ? Can’t you see ? She will, ot
course, put them in different rooms, and
thn will not have a minute’s peace
1 uiitfi She get* then* to run together.
She will begin by trying to regulate
them herself. In six weeks she will he
a raving maniac.’’— Philadelphia Call.
SHE WANTED A FIGHTING COURT.
“Yonr Honor,” said a middle-aged
Irish woman to Justice Murray in the
Harlem Police Court, “ I come here
agin Mrs. Houlihan.’’
“What’s the trouble?” asked Justice
Murray.
“Sure, Judge, I own a wee bit of a
house’on the rocks, near the Park, and
it has two rooms, so it has. Well, one
of mo rooms I lets to Mrs. Houlihan,
and when I axed her for the rint divil a
cint did I get.”
“That’s an action fora Civil Court.”
“ACivil Court, did yer say, Judge?
When a woman throws stones through
me winder when I ax her for me rint, is
that civil ?”
“Deoidedly not.”
“Thin what do I want wid a Civil
Court. Sure, I want me rint.”
"Yon will have to go to the Civil
Court, my dear;woman. I oan do noth
ing for you. They will get yonr rent
for yon.”
As the lady went away she remarked .
“To the divil wid a Civil Court. Mrs.
Houlihan threw stones in me winder,
and sure it’s the fightin’ court I want.”
—Truth.
didn’t hit him.
A tough old debtor in a town near the
Hndson river entered a grooory the
other morning, and stood for a loig time
looking at an exhibtion of ping tobacco.
The grocer felt certain that the old man
wanted credit, and he determined to
head him off. He therefore observed:
“I have to sell that tobacco for cash
down I”
“Youdo, eh?”
“Yes, sir. Tobacco is cash on the
nail.”
“How’s sugar?”
“That’s cash.” .
“Tea and coffee?”
“Cash—all oash. Soap, molasses,
candles, kerosene, butter, lard, potatoes,
floor, rice, hams, starch—all are spot
oash.”
The old man stood and looked over th*
stock for five minntes, and then heave*
a long sigh, and replied:
"Well, Mr. Waters, that don’t hit ra
worth a cent. I wish to get trusted foi
three dozen clothespins 1”
A Merchant, after satisfying himself
that a certain customer did not intend
to pay his bill, sent him a receipt for
the full amount. By retnm mall he re
ceived the following note: “Uster have
my doubts about you bein’ a gentleman,
but lam satisfied on that pint. There
is a great difference in men. One time
I owed a fellow a bill, and after dnnnin’
me nearly to death he sent me a receipt
for half of the amqjint, and blamed if he
didn’t finally make me pay the other
half. Bnt you have done the square
thing by me, an' J am much obleeged to
yo,” '