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BLOOD POISON!
100 Bottles of Anothfr Blood Medi
cine Used—No Relief Until
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Hampton, Ga., Juno 12th, 1883.
Blood Balm Oo : -Your B. li B. has work*
<1 on mo like a charm. Three bottUs have
lone me more good than all doctor* and 100
ottle* of the moat noted remedy. I am get
jug well rapidly. All ulcer* healed, no aching
f my bom a, no pain* in my back, and my
kin ts b(vm: log Gear. The effect of B. B. B.
li my kidm-y* G aom.:thing wonderful. My
friend* are :!stnihhed. M\ family physician
'y it is the ouly inedU-iue I ever need suited
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nelp praising U. li. li. Indeed it is a great
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IS THAT SO?
Ye*, it'* a fact, that one large bottle of B. B.
B. costing only £1 is warranted to produce ai
much remedial effect in the cure of all Blood
Poison us three bottle* of the moat famous
blood medicines of the day. Yea, three tr
one; that’s the way we put it, and we are able
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mistake about it. The proof is printed—the
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hear.”
Swfulu Cured After Several Physician
FAILHP.
On the 28th day of April, 1883. William Sea
lock, 12 years of age, presented himself to Dr.
Gillam, desiring to know if li. li. li. would
cure him. Ho lives on Dr. L. A. Guild’s
place, near the cemetery, and the ease is well
known by Dr, Guild, who has particularly
noticed it.
The boy had * foul scrofulous nicer involv
.ng the entire elbow joint, with which he had
been afflicted over twelve month*. It had de
stroyed the superficial structure, and was fast
approaching tlm deeper tissues. He could not
bend the arm. and had strong indication* of
the same ulcerous condition of the shoulder.
Two other physicians of the city had treated
the ease, but without any perceptible change
in his condition. He was placed upon the
treatment of I*. li. li , and one single 1 ottle
cured the foul ulcer and restored the fast de
generating c ’ion of the child, and he is
now enjoying the finest of health.
This is a plain and unmistakable case of
well defined scrofula, and recognized as such,
••tired with one single l ottle of B. B. 15., ami
ve take pleasure in asking any interested party
to address Dr. L. A. Guild, Atlanta, Ga., on
the subject relative value of the medicine in
this case.
If one well defined case of scrofula can le
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VOL. X.
HER PICTURE .
f see her now—the fairest tiling
That ever mocked man’s picturing,
I picture her as one who drew
Aside life's curtain and looked through
The mists of all life's mystery
A* from a wood to open sea.
The soft, wide eyes of wonderment
That trusting looked yon through and
through :
The sweet, arched mouth, a bow’ new bent,
That sent love’s arrow swift aud true.
That sweet arched m ulh ! The Orient
Hath not such pearl* in all her stores ;
Not all her storied spice-set shores
Have fragrance such a* it hath spent,
I picture her as one who knew
How rare i* truth to be untrue—
As one who knew* the awful sign
Of death, of life, of the divine
Bweet pity, of all loves, all hates,
Beneath the iron-footed fates.
I picture her as seeking peace,
And olive leave* and vine-set land ;
While strife stood by on either hand,
And wrung her tears iike rosaries
I picture her in passing rhyme
As of. yet not a part of, these —
A woman born above her time ;
A woman waiting in her place,
With patient pity on her face.
Fler face, her earnest, baby face ;
Her young face, so uncommon wise—
The tender love-light in her eyes
* wo atan; of Heaven out“ot ulhom.
Two stars that sang as old
Their silent eloquence of song,
From skies of glory and of gold.
Where Got] iu purple passed along—
That patient, baby face of hers
That won a thousand worshiper* !
That silent, pleading face ; among
Ton thousand faces just the one
I still shall love when all is done,
And life lies by, a harp unstrung.
Th.vt face, like shining sheaves among
That face half hid, ’mid shea ve* of gold
That face that never can grow old ;
And yet has never been quite young.
Joaquin Muxfb.
ROMANCE OF_LOS ANGKI.ES
“Of nil Don Antonio’s graphic narra
tives of the olden times, none is more in
teresting than thote which describe Ids
adventures during the days of this con
test. On one of the first approaches
made by the Americans to Los Angeles,
ho went out with his little haphazard
company of men and boys to meet
them. He had but one cannon, a small
one, tied by ropes ou a cart axle. He
had but oue small keg of powder which
was good for anything ; all the rest was
bad ; would merely go off ‘pouf, pouf,'
the senora said, and tire ball would pop
down near the mouth of the cannon.
With this had powder he fired bus first
shots. The Americans laughed ; this is
child's play, they said, and pushed on
closer. Then came a good shot, with the
good powder, tearing into their ranks
and knocking them right and left; an
other, and another. ‘Then the Ameri
cans began to think, these are uo pouf
halls; and when a few more were killed,
they rau away aud left their flag behind
them. And if they had ouly known it,
the Californians had only oue more
eharge left of the good powder, aud the
next minute it would have been the Culi
forniaus that would have had to run
away themselves,’ merrily laughed the
senora as she told the tale.
“This captured flag, with important
papers, were intrusted to Dou Antonio
to carry to the Mexican head
quarters at Sonora. He set off with an
escort of soldiers, his horse decked witli
silver trappings, his sword, pistols—all
of the finest; a proud beginning of a
journey destined to end in a different
fashion. It was in winter time; cold
rains were falling; by night he was
drenched to the skin, and stopped at a
friendly Indian’s tent to change his
clothes. Hardly had he got them off
when the sound of horses’ hoofs was
heard. The Indian flung himself down,
put his ear to the ground and exclaimed,
•Americanos! Americanos!’ Almost in
the same second they were at the tent’s
door. As they halted, Don Antonio,
dad only in his drawers and stockiugs,
crawled out at the back of the tent, and
creeping on all fours reached a tree, up
which he climlied, and sat safo hidden
in the darkness among its branches lis
‘tening, while his pursuers cross-ques
tioned the Indian, and at last rode away
with his horse. Luckily, he had carried
into the tent the precious papers and the
captured flag; these he intrusted to an
Indian to take to Sonora, it being evi
dently of no use for him to try to cross
the country thus closely pnrsued by his
enemies.
“All night he lay hidden ; the next
day he walked twelve miles across the
mountains to an Indian village where he
hoped to get a horse. It was dark when
he reached it. Cautiously lie opened
the door of the hut of one whom he
knew well. The Indian was preparing
poisoned arrows; fixing one on the
string and aiming at the door, he called
cut, angrily, ‘Who is there ?’
“ ‘lt is I, Antonio.’
“ ‘Don’t make a sound,’ whispered
the Indian, throwing down his arrow,
springing to the door, coming out and
closing it softly. He then proceeded to
tell him that the Americans had offered
a reward for his head, and that some of
the Indians in the rancheria were ready
to betray or kill him. While they were
yet talking, again came the sound of
the Americans’ horses’ hoofs galloping
in the distance. This time there
seemed no escape. Suddenly Don Anto
nio, throwing himself on his stomach,
wriggled into a cactus patch near by.
Only one who has seen California cactus
SUMMERY I ILK, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING, JANUARY 1(5, 1884.’
thickets can realize the desperateness
of this act. But it succeeded. The
Indian threw over the old cactus plants
an old blanket and some refuse stalks
and reeds; and there ouco more, within
hearing of all his baffled pursuers said,
the hunter! man lay, safe, thanks to
Indian friendship. The crafty Indian
assented to all the Americans proposed,
said that Dou Antonio would lx- sure to
be caught in a few days, advised them
to search in a certain ranohoria which
he described, a few miles off, and in an
opposite direction from tlio way in
which he intended to guide Don Anto
nio. As soon as the Americans had
gone, he bound up Antonio's feet in
strips of raw hide, gave him a blanket
ind an old tattered hat, the best his
stores afforded, and then led him by a
long and difficult trail to a spot high up
in the mountains where the old women
of the band were gathering acorns. By
the time they reached this place, blood
was trickling from Antonio’s feet and
legs, aud be was well-nigh fainting witli
fatigue and excitement. Tears rolled
down the old women’s cheeks when they
saw him. Some of thorn had been ser
vants in his father's house and loved
him. One brought gruel; another
bathed his feet; others ran in search of
healing leaves of different sorts. Bruis
ing these in a stone mortar, they rubbed
him from head to foot with the wet
filler. Ail liis pain and weariness van
ished as by magic. His wounds healed,
and in a day he was ready to set off for
home. There was but ono pony in the
old women’s camp. This was old,
vicious, blind of ono eye, and with one
ear cropped short; but it looked to Don
Antonio far more beautiful than the gay
steed on which he had ridden away
from Los Angeles three days before.
There was one pair of ragged shoes of
enormous size among the old women’s
possessions. These were strapped ou
his feet by leather thongs, and a bit of
old sheepskin was tied around the pony’s
laxly. Thus accoutered and mounted,
shivering in his drawers under his single
blanket, the captain and flag-benror
turned his face homeward. At the first
friend’s house lie reached he stopped
and begged for food. Some dried meat
was given to him, and a stool on the
porch offered to him It was the house
of a dear friend, aud the friend’s sister
was his sweetheart. As he sat there
eating his meat the women eyed him
curiously. One said to the other, ‘How
much he looks like Antouio !’
“At last the sweetheart, coming nearer,
asked him if lie were ‘any relation of
Don A utonio ?’
“ ‘No,’ he said.
“dust at that moment his friend rode
up, gave one glance at the pitiful beggar
sitting on his porch, shouted his name,
dashed toward him, and seized him in
his arms. Then was a great laughing
and half weeping, for it had been ru
mored that lie had been taken prisoner
by the Americans.
“From this friend he received a wel
come gift of a pair of trowscra, many
inches too short for his legs. At the
next house his friend was os much too
tall, and his second pair of gift trowsers
ha<l to Ire rolled up in thick folds around
his ankles.
“Finally, he reached Los Angeles in
uifety. Halting in a grove outside the
town, he waited till twilight before en
tering. Having disguised himself in the
rags which he had worn from the Indian
village, he rode boldly up to the porch
of his father’s house, and in an impudent
tone called for brandy. The terrified
women liegan to scream; but his young
est sister, fixing one piercing glance on
his face, laughed out gladly, and cried:
“ ‘You can’t fool me, you are Anto
nio.’ ” —The Century.
Dishonest Tension Claim Agents.
District Attorney Corkliill in Wash
ington has written a letter to Secretary
Teller on the fraudulent transactions of
certain pension claim agents, in which
he proposes to make a thorough inves
tigation of the charges made bv thoso
who have been the sufferers. He say?
he has become satisfied that the Grand
Jury of the District should give these
complaints a thorough investigation, so
that innocent men may not be subject
to uujust imputations and the guilty
may be brought to answer them. He
thinks the character of the enormous
frnnds which are being perpetrated upon
applicants for pensions by certain claim
agents of Washington will, if the alle
gations made are sustained by the evi
dence, surprise the public. In conclud
ing the letter the District Attorney
says:—
“The persons defrauded are poor
and comparatively helpless and form a
class to whom the country owes special
protection. If the representations made
to me concerning the devices used to de
fraud them ef their little earnings are
true, they rival in cunning the artifices
of the most experienced swindlers who
practice three-card monte and similar
games. If nothing else were accom
plished by the investigation it would at
least warn soldiers and their widows and
orphans of their danger and prevent iu
future their being swindled of their
money, and it will vindicate honest
agents from unjust suspicion.”
A tendeb conscience is an inestima
ble blessing; that is, a conscience not
only quick to discern what is evil, but
instantly to shun it, as the cyclic! closes
itself against a mote.
SEAL DOW BROWS SARCASTIC.
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Fmher ol the lUaluo l.u>
Neal Dow writes as follows :—ln Il
linois, as iu all the West, the burning
question just now is : “What shall wc
ilo with the saloons?” The politicians
here, ns in other States, look at it care
fully on all sides, very much as a child
would examine a pnreupiue with quills
erect and defiance in its eye. With
them (the politicians) it is a study how
not to touch it, being sure to be pricked
which ever way they may take it. In
this Stnto it iH “high license,” the law
providing that no saloon shall be per
mitted for a less sum than SSOO a yenr,
but the municipalities may increase this
sum indefinitely. In Decatur the talk
>s to raise the saloon fee to $1,500,
which it is said the saloons can very well
afford to pay, since the “business” is
amazingly profitable in many ways. No
grocers are allowed to sell liquors of
any kind, and the saloons are run on
the most scientific plan and with a great
deal of skill aud enterprise, such us is
displayed iu other branches of trade,
with a view of expanding it aud making
the most of it. The success has been
very great in this line. A gentleman
told me, by way of illustration, of three
large estates in a town here that
went into liquidation within three or
four years after the saloons turned their
attention to them. The proprietors died
one of them leaving a son of 21 years,
the only heir, the others leaving two
sous each. The saloons cultivated the
acquaintance of these young men so suc
cessfully that withiu five years their
estates had changed owners, the saloons
being so much the richer, while the nice
young men were stripped of every pen
ny. The young man who was solo heir
to his father’s large property died at 25
years of age at the house of an uncle
where he had been sheltered for a year,
the uncle paving the funeral expenses.
The saloons can very well afford to pay
$1,500 a year for the permission and
protection of law iu carrying ou their
most respeotable business. It is highly
respectable, because no one is allowed to
engage in it without a certificate that he
is a man of most respeotable and excel
lent character. Tom, Dick, and Harry
may sell flour, shoes, cloth or hardware,
but they cannot keep a saloon-—none
but the best men are allowed to do that,
the purpose of tlio law being to mako
the trade respeotable ami honorable, as
it is useful.
FORTUNES OUT OF THE EARTH,
Albany Fiirnlnliiii* the Nimil for Million* of
.Molds.
A large proportion of the molding
sand consumed in the foundries of tlio
United States is dug out of the bills of
Albany county. It is said that every
thing in soluble metal, from a Krnpp
gun to a heel plate for a lady’s shoo, has
been cast in Albany sand. Quantities
of it have been exported as ballast. The
annual shipment of sand obtained here
abouts from this city is estimated at
from 75,000 to 100,000 tons, the price
paid for it, delivered on hoard the cars
or boats, being about $1.25 per ton,
making a business involving an annual
revenue of SIOO,OOO. Two-thirds of the
whole product goes out of Albany by
water, the sloops which bring stone and
lumber to this port usually returning
with a cargo of sand. There is a demand
for the sand which can scarcely tie sup
plied, the beds in other sections of the
country from which the consumers have
drawn for years having become ex
hausted. Tiie sand excavated in Albany
has, too, a reputation which no other
[Kissesses. It has what molders call
“ life," a quality which adapts itself to
all climates and conditions. It is also
cleaner and finer than most other sands.
Castings turned out of it need compara
tively little dressing.
It is found below the surface usually,
at the depth of three or four feet. It
lies in strata averaging from two to
eight inches in thickness, one above the
other. Property on which sand veins
are known to exist sells at from $125 to
SSOO per acre. The soil after the sand is
removed does not depreciate for
agricultural uses. Dealers more fre
quently buy the privilege of excavating
the sand at a stipulated price, leaving
the owner the property really undis
turbed at the end. The process of re
moving the sand is very simple. Section
by section the sand is taken out from
beneath the superficial soil, which is
then allowed to drop until the whole
field has been lowered to a depth corre
sponding to the thickness of the layers
of soil. The sand diggers extract the
material as dexterously as a clever boy
will scoop the apples out of the crust of
a pie. Hundreds and hundreds of acres
in this county have undergone this pro
cess without apparent injury to the
value of the land for other purposes.—
Albany Journal.
Fannie B. Ward wbites from Saltillo
that at whatever hour a person dies in
Mexico, it is customary to appoint the
funeral just twenty-four hours later, and
that 8S the mortality is greatest all over
the world at night the most of the funer
al ceremonies in Mexico are performed
at night, no women being permitted to
attend. The poor hire the coffins in
in which their dead are borne to the
grave.
Si Louis girls complain that General
Sherman's lips have beoowe calloused.
WASHINGTON MONUMENT.
A TIC 11* TO Til K TOP OF TIIK I.OFTIIC*T
NTKK TI KK IN AMKKHA.
Tbf llrl*lit ul 410 Fen Already Attained
and 140 Feet to he Added The ttlrvatloM
•I Other l.ot'ty Tower* mid Hnildlnia.
The Washington monument is finished
to a height of -ill) feet, at wliioh it will
remain till the work is resumed in the
spring. There is yet to be added 140
feet Ivefore the shaft is completed,but
even now the smooth white pillar is the
loftiest artificial elevation on this conti
nent, and, with twelve or thirteen ex
ceptions, on this planet. When com
pleted it will be the highest structure of
human hands in the world. Washing
ton will then lie not only first iu war,
first in peaco, and first in the hearts of
his countrymen, but also first in the
height of his monument.
Since the column has grown to such
an altitude it his attracted visitors in
orowds, who besiege Col. Casey for
passes to enablo them to asoeud the
elevator that, hoists the blocks of marble.
To the great delight of the sightseers
and the hindrance aud vexation of the
masons, such passes are issued. Among
I he visitors recently was a group consist
ing of a learned mathematician, two
ladies, and a reporter of The Sun.
When tlio party arrived at the foot of
the monument its noble proportions
were seen in their full impressiveness.
One does not oomprehend the towering
height of the marble till ho Btands at the
base and glances upward. Then it looks
its full altitude, aud the visitor begins
to understand the journey about to be
made in the platform ear.
The mathematician, as we stood at
the base, explained the nature of the
trip. “We shall he,” ho said, “nine
minutes going up, or forty-five feet to
the minute. We can thus oasily deter
mine as wo go up the height of rival ele
vations. ”
The car presently came in sight,
slowly descending with a load of sight
scch who looked much relieved as they
stepped off the platform and separated.
Two empty freight cars were then
shunted off on a tiny side track, and in
llioir place two other trucks loaded with
massive blocks of marble wore rolled
upon the platform. The visitors hud
dled about them while the conductor
collected the passeß. Then lie gavo a
sign.
“Oh, wo are moving 1” oried oue of
the ladies, grasping oue of the blocks
very firmly.
All of tlio party seemed a little nerv
ous, for we wore in for it now. If any
thing broke in the next ten minutes
there would ho no help for ns. One or
two of the youug men affected levity,
but it was so baldly artificial that it in
creased the thoughtfulness of the others.
The mathematician alone maintained liis
composure. He had braced himself
against one of the uprights of the skele
ton elevator, and was holding his watch
iu ono hand and in the other a card he
had prepared giving the heights of vari
ous structures. A jar, a nervous start,
or carelesss movement would have pre
cipitated him into the abyss. But to
this quiet man of science the accidental
surroundings save as they bore on the
subject under investigation were of no
consequence.
We had been passing smoothly and
noiselessly upward for two minutes.
The frivolous young man had relapsed
into silence; the young ladies clung to
the blocks and the reporter clung to tlio
young ladies. Nothing woh heard but
the dripping of the moisture as it oozed
down the clammy walls. It became
dark, and the air was sepulchral. Alto
gether, it was an uncanny ride.
Suddenly tho savant broke the
silance. In a dry, clear, composed
voice he remarked:
“We have scarcely begun our trip,
but we are now ninety feet bigli, or
above all the houses in towu. In
another moment wo shall he among the
steeples.”
“Indeed 1” remarked one of the young
ladies, trying to look interested, hut re
laxing her hold on the marble.
“How high is Trinity Church
steeple?” asked one of the frivolous
young men, subdued into docility and
respectful modesty by his snrroundings.
“We will come to that iu time,” said
the orderly man of science. “The first
btation on our perpendiculai railroad is
Fisa. Here we are; Leaning tower of
Pisa, 179 feet.
“I guess I’ll get out here, said one
of the empty-headed young men.
“Can’t stop, this is a through train,”
said the conductor of tho elevator,
gravely.
The ladies laughed uneasily at this
by-play while the platform car moved
on its skyward way and the professor
scanned his card for the next elevation.
“Here are a group of stations. Yon
will be obliged to look quick as wo pass
to see them at all : Montreal—Notre
Dame cathedral, 220; Bunker Hill
monument, 221; Notre Dame de Paris,
224.”
“Indeed 1” exclaimed the young
ladies, after which silenoe settled on the
group for another very long minute.
The company began to lie afraid that
the savant had forgotten his notes or
had tumbled off. But at the right in
stant his calm voice was heard again.
“Six minutes. We have just passed
over the Marent trestle on tho Northern
Paoifio, 266 feet, and are at the Minaret
NO. 52.
the Fill-She t’ah, at Soochow, is below
us at about 250 feet. Now we are pass
ing the campanile at Florence, 292, and
here comes the top of tho Capitol, 1107
feet.”
“Why, how very interesting,” re
marked tho young ladies, flinging
tighter than ever to the blocks of mar
ble. There was a little slinking of tho
platform, aud one of the blithe youug
men declared that it was caused by the
trembling of the other youug man, but
this he denied witii a painful effort at
hilarity.
“Oli, we’ro almost there,” exclaimed
one of the ladies looking up.
“Yes,” replied one of the youug men,
glancing over the edge, “but it’s a deep
hole down to the bottom.” This was a
most superfluous remark, and dispelled
at once tho cheerfulness of the group.
The scientist alone was unmoved.
“Eight minutes : Milan Cathedral.
355; the Shoemadoo pagoda at Pegu,
361; Bt, Paul’s, 365; Hotel de Ville,
Brussels, 370; Lubeek Cathedral, 395.
Here we are, Antwerp Cathedral, 402;
Washington monument at present, 410.”
“Oh ! oh I” exclaimed the young
ladies, springing oil' the car and getting
at once in the way of t’ e workmen.
The views were, indeed, novel and
grand. The peculiarity of tho outlook
as compared with others from a similar
height at once became apparent, and im
pressed every visitor. This is the entire
nbnenoe of anything to break the preci
pice that falls in one sheer plunge to the
ground. It is a test of the nerves to
look down over tho edge, and we were
all thankful for the wide net rigged
around the sidos.
All were admiring ilie scene when the
admiring exclamations were broken in
upon by the calm voice of the Professor:
“There are still* higher towers,” ho
said, “such ns the chimney of tho
chemical works at Glasgow and the
groat pyramid, each 450 feet; Bt. Peter’s,
455; and the Cologne Cathedral, 511.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed tho .young
ladies, hut their attention was now dis
tracted by the beauties of nature and
the statistics fell on deaf ears. They
therefore turned their hacks on the
mathematician and let tho frivolous
young mon point out the various objeots
of interest while he retired from the
edge and interrupted the busy superin
tendent to ascertain the distance of the
horizon and the pressure of the monu
ment per square foot on tho base.
Peter Cooper’s Sympathy.
Mrs. Busan N. Carter, the head of the
Woman’s Art School of the Cooper In
stitute, contributes an anecdotal paper
to the December Century, in which she
says of Mr. Cooper’s aims: “ ‘All I want,’
he said, ‘is, that these poor women shall
earn decent aud respectable livings, and
especially that they shall be kept from
marrying bad husbands. ’
“This subject of unhappy marriages
seemed to boa very promineut one in
Mr. Cooper’s mind. That women were
often imposed upon, were ill-used and
broken down, he had alively conviction;
and all liis chivalry and sense of fatherly
protection were enlisted to save them,
so far as ho could, from these ordinary
misfortunes. While the world is now
occupied with the question of what
women can be taught, their ‘higher ed
ucation,’ and many kindred subjects,
Mr. Cooper's acute genius discovered, as
by intuition, many years ngo, the rela
tion of women of the middle class to so
ciety, to industries, and tho family. He
saw that many of them could not marry,
and he realized what must be the forlorn
position of a number of eldorly daugh
ters of a poor man. He had noted the
dangerous likelihood of giddy, ignorant
young girls marrying anybody for a
home, even if tho men they married
were dissipated or inefficient; and he had
the tenderest pity for poor widows or
deserted wives. Ho talked many times,
and at groat length, on these subjects,
and all circumstances and any sort of
incident brought up this desire of his
heart, to liolp women to lie happy, in
dependent and virtuous.
“One of the last times ho was at the
school, and while a celebrated New York
clergyman was giving a course of Lenten
lectures to women, Mr. Cooper, with
his face all animated with his feeling
about it, said: ‘Dr. is of the wealthy
class, and he has been used to deal with
wealthy women. The world does not
look like the same place to him that it
does to me. If he could be In my place
for a month, and read the letters I get
from poor and suffering women, he
would think that it would be best to
have them taught anything which they
could learn to enable them to lessen all
this trouble.’”
It is certainly no bad thing to be a
“chef.” Leading men cooks in New
York city receive very satisfactory emo
lument. One large hotel pays $3,600 a
year to the head of the kitchen, and
another leading house $3,000, and these
sums are in addition to board, lodging
and wine, while ono large hotel not only
pays $3,000 yearly to the “chef,” but
also provides his clothes, made by a first
rate tailor. Two thousand dollars iH the
least sum ever accepted liy a recognized
“chef,” and assistant cooks, who, poor
fellows, do most of the work, receive
from $65 to $125 per month without
Iviurd
Whateveb difference there may ap
pear to be In men’s fortunes, there is
still a certain compensation of good and
ill iu all. that makes them equal.
THE HUMOROUS PAPERS.
WHAT \VK FIND IN THEM TO BMJLB
OVER.
TF.N (TEXTS AND A MORAL.
Hero is a silver (lime, niy son ;
lead... like lead, it is blackened so;
Not a bit like the siiiniug ono
I dropped in my pocket a week ago.
Dingy ? Yes. Don't von think it strange
It should lose its sheen in so short s timo?
Would you like to know bow came this change
For t)ie worse to a brutal-new silver dime?
The cause Is simple and easily told,
lint lay it to heart, O son of mine I
See if it docs not ft moral hold
For a bright, brave hoy with a w islt to shine,
I draw from my pocket's copper cent—
See, there is the secret: the silver dime,
Dropped in this pocket hy accident,
Has nibbed against copper all this time.
And tho cent is never a whit more white
Nor improved at ail hy its company,
While the silver dime comes out less bright,
And its value is questioned, as you see.
Now the moral for boys is very clear.
You see it, my sou '/ Well, lay it to heart
And see, I drop the silver here, *
And ilie copper there; let them be apart.
TIIK BOV'S SOLILOQUY.
Oil. yes, tho moral is clear as day,
But I thought I w as going to got that dime ;
He gives me the moral—that’s dad’s way—
And pockets the money every time.
AN ANCIENT ANIMAT,.
New Yorker—“ Talking about old
horses, the oldest one in America lives
in my State.”
Philadelphian—“Whatis his age?”
New Yorker—“lt cau bo reliably
placed at forty-three years ; an ex-treas
urer of Richmond county says ho be
lieves the animal's age is not under for
ty-five years.”
Philadelphian—“You don’t sny so?
I should like to seo that horse. What
street-car line is he on ?” — Philadelphia
Call.
RECOGNIZED IT.
Just previous to tho opening
of a late mocting of the Lime-
Kiln Club tho Keeper of the Sacred
Relics invited nil present to enter the
museum and gnzo upon a reiic just re
ceived from Meridian, Miss., iu the
shape of an old-time plantation hoe.
Nearly every member of the club tried
bis best to recognize the hoe as “de
worry one" he used to work with thirty
years ago, and more than one was
affected to tears. The gentleman who
so kindly presented tho relic has the
thanks of theclub.— Detroit Free Press.
Tint HAULS HE WILL GO TO.
“Hello, Beaky 1” said young Yeast to
his friend Crimsonlieak, meeting at the
club tho other evening. “Are yon go
ing to any of the halls this winter ?”
“Oh, yes, I expect to,” answered
Crimsonlieak, taking his friend by the
hand.
“Which ones are yon going to?” con
tinued Yeast.
“Well, if the present state of my ex
chequer continues,” replied Crimson
beak, noticing tho dilapidated condition
of liis clothes, “I expect to go to the
three gilt halls.”— Yonkers Statesman.
SOMETHING MORE USEFUL.
“I say, Matilda,” snarled Mr. Pom
granate, “can’t you do something more
useful than to study the fashion jour
nal ?’’
“Well, yes,” answered Mrs. Pomgran
ate, “I was just thinking that I could do
something else.”
“And what is it, pray?”
“I will dress according to it, if you
will allow me the money.”
“I have already made enough allow
aiiees for your vanity and frivolity,” was
the brutal reply of the Austin husband
A UHtin Siflings.
CRUSHED.
“How stupid lam,” said Birdie Mc-
Hennepin, languidly, executing at tho
same time quite a respectable yawn act..
“That’s true,” remarked Gus De-
Bmitli, rather impulsively.
“Sir I” exclaimed Birdie, “you are
impertinent.”
“But you yourself just now assorted
that you were stupid.”
“I only said so without thinking,”
said Birdie, petnlently.
“Yes, and up to tho time you spoke I
hail only thought so without saying it.”
Hang crape on the door of Miss Birdie.
Another lover scratched off the list of
one of the Austin belles.— Texas Sift
ings.
ONLY ON THE STAGE.
“What is this?”
“This, my dear, is a star actor.”
“Why does ho throw his arms in the
air, and then slap his hips with his hand
anil sav, ‘Mo heart is broken’ ?”
“Oh, that is merely tho play.”
“Then his heart is not broken?”
“Not quite.”
“Why does ho say ‘me heart’ instead
of ‘my heart’ ?”
“Because he doesn’t know any bettei,
child. He has not studied English suffi
ciently to distinguish between the objec
tive and possessive eases.”
“Shall I say ‘mo heart,' ‘me shoes,’
‘me gloves’ ?”
“If yon uo, my dear, I shall have to
flog you.”
Sojourner Truth lived in the out
skirts of Battle Creek, Mich., in a plain
story-and-a-half house, set well back
from the street. Two well-worn hitch
ing posts and numerous wheel-tracks at
tho side of the nnpaveil streets showed
that she bad many visitors. She was
cared for in her helpless age liy her two
daughters, Elizabeth and Diana. The
house was Sojourner’s own property,
and her income was derived from the
sale of books and pictures. A visitor a
few weeks ago found her bolstered up
in bed, her head covered with a cap,
and so fallen upon her breast that her
face was not visible. But when made
aware of the visitor’s presence she
quickly raised her head, displaying a
wrinkled and emaciated face, but eyes of
wonderful brightness. Her mind seemed
clear as ever, but her speech was feeble
and indistinct.
To the attentive eye, each moment
of the year has its own beauty, and in
the same field, it beholds every honr a
picture which was never seen before, and
which shall never be seen again,