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The Massachusetts House of Iteprc-
K iitiitives disposed of, for lilt' session,the
proposition that, in the conduct of inn
nieipsl affairs women shall have all tliflf
political rights and privileges that now
belong to men. This action grew out of
an adverse report, for which a favorable
bill was offered. It was the most deci
sive that has ever been hail oil this sub
ject, the vote standing ,50 yeas, 111
liars, and 1! pairs. Last year the vote
witsTtO verts and 127 nays, and 20 pairs.
11 will be seeu that this year with a total
recorded vote and expressed opinion of
tl less than those of Lust year, the nia
joritv i.galus t the measure was increased
by 17. and the minority for it was less
. lied 10, showing a total loss of 87. The
Journal says Hint, so far ns the records
show, woman suffrage in any form was
first presented to the Genera] Oourt, ot
1 H/,7. when the House’, by a vote of 11 to
07, refused to indorse it. From that
time to the present, except in the years
1871 and 1875, this subject, in some
shape, has been acted upon by the
House, which has, without exception, re
jected it bv a vote that has varied mate
rially. Last year the vote for municipal
woman suffrage was proportionately
smaller than it had ever lieen, and now
it is proportionately much lees than it
was then. The average vote for the fif
teen years of which there is record has
been 71 in the affirmative and 118 in the
negative. Yet with these figures and
their growth staring them in the face,
there is uo reason to snppose that the
advocates of woman suffrage will cease
to urge their claims upon the next
Legislature and upon many more that
will follow it.
It was expected that the measure
would be defeated, but the vote against
it was surprisingly large. It was thus
made up : Yeas—2s Republicans, 28
Democrats, 2 Greenbackers. Nays—Bo
It-publicans, sti Democrats, 1 Inde
pendent, 1 Independent Democrat. 01
those who paired —0 Republicans, 3
Democrats, 1 Independent, anil 1 inde
pendent Democrat, favored this exten
sion ot suffrage, and 7 R publicans, 3
1 Independent opposed.
The lowa Legislature has passed its
noted Prohibitory Dili. Its prominent
provision is as follows: Wherever the
words intoxicated liquor occur in this
chapiter the same Bhall be construed to
mean alcohol, ale, wine, beer, spirituous,
vinous, and malt .liquors, and ali intoxi
cating liquors whatever; and no person
shall manufacture for sale, or sell or
keep for sale as a beverage, any intoxi
cating liquors whatever, including ale,
wine and beer; and the same provisions
and penalties in force relating to intoxi
cating liquor shall in like manner be held
ar.d construed to apply to violations of
this act; and the manufacture, sale, or
keeping for sale, or keeping with intent to
sell or k-epingorestablishing a place for
the sale of ale, wine,, and beer, and ali
other intoxicating liquors whatever.
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VOL XL
KAM/XG Till-; P.UiV.
What bhall wo name her, little wife?
What shall we call this feather of life?
Little new-comer to Lilliput-laiul,
Lying as light hh a kiss on my hand.
Whose quaint wee fare with its rosy skin
But measures a finger from brow to chin,
While a span from the point of her lution
none
Will reach the tip of her tiny toes.
What shall we call her? She’* too small,
I think, to have any name at all.
OouUl we peer down on the va!e of tears,
Draw the curtain that hides the years !
Could we just for a moment soo
What is our darling's destiny !
Is she heiress to high estate?
Will she be taking a king for mate?
King of the people -she their queen?
Royal is the name of Josephine.
Will she, meek, with a sorrowful heart,
Choose, like Mary, the butter part?
Will she be gentle, tender, true
A copy, dear little wife, of you?
Will she be dauntless, brave and strong?
Will her spirit escape in song,
Uatolling gnyly in golden words
All the joy of the sun-loved birds?
Will her hands give erst unknown
Voice to canvas or life to stone?
Khali we christen her Florence, Fan,
Constance, Dorothy, Margery, Anne?
Watch the weirdly dickering flame;
Head her fortune, choose her name.
What shall be? Ah. p’r’aps ’lis well
None of us can the future tell.
I’ut there's pleasure in painting yet
Fancy portraits of our pet.
At two, a tiny qu< cn we see.
Ruling the world from papa's kneo;
Then, when risen to five or six.
Prattling tease with her saucy tricks;
Ten years more, and a full-grown miss,
A bit coquettish and coy to kiss.
Then young Love, with h'H sweet alarms,
Will add a grace to her woman's charms;
Then a wife, and the bv-and-by
P’r’apa may bring us another tie,
And baby's baby may crow, “Hurrah
For dear old granny and grandpapa !”
Strange by your bedside 'tin to sit,
In this room lv the fire-fianies lit,
Picturing thus, in colors bold,
Life for our baby throe days old.
What- h!*n 11 we call her? We've not vet
Chosen & name for our sleeping pet.
— lJdt'jKv'h Weekly.
A Her 11 le Sit>ri ll.
IIS ADBLATIJK E. STKr.LE
“llark 1 what is that ’’’
Leyton grasped the ana of his friend
ns he spoke, and both paused to listen.
From the low-walled tint before which
they were standing the sound was re
peated.
The speaker loosened his grasp with a
sigh of relief.
“Why, bless yon ! it’s Lita,” he said.
“What music the little orgun is making
to-night.”
“Poor little blind girl! How much
comfort she takes with it,” remarked his
companion.
“Yes. When these miners bought
that little music box they made a good
investment. Listen 1”
The music had begun again. At first
it came stealing out with such n low,
plaintive sound, ono might easily have
fancied that it was only the night wind
creeping softly round the walls of the
little cabin; then it swelled into some
thing louder, deeper and more solemn;
but there was a subtle, yet indefinable
something iu its nature winch caused
the listeners to thrill with exultation
and grow cold with dread. It seemed
ns though a spirit more than mortal, hnd
taken possession of the little instrument,
and through its deep voice was breathing
out a prophecy of approaching disaster.
Leyton felt a sudden breeze against
his cheek and noticed, with alarm, that
a dark storm-cloud had arisen in the
west. There had been one storm since
his arrival from the East, and he dreaded
to see another. A heavy sigh at his el
bow caused both men to turn iu that di
rection. Lame iToe had come up noise
lessly behind them and stood leaning
against a rock. He, too, was listening
and wiping an occasional tear from his
?ye; for the music hail grown sail anil
dirge-like as a funeral hymn, with a
lingering, a quivering anguish echoing
through it which betokened that the
soul of the mnsiciau wag speaking
through her music.
But, even as they listened, the char
acter of the melody slowly underwent a
complete transformation, and from the
depths of sorrow and despair it hurst
forth in a glad, exultant strain a wild,
free flood of music. It was like the
triumphant song of some captive bird
which has beaten long its weary wings
against the iron bars of a cruel prison
house, but, finding itself at liberty again,
breaks forth into song as it wings its
way toward heaven, above the clouds
and storms.
That was the end.
Leyton and Mark Spencer passed on
The little girl’s present mood seemed tr
them too sacred for intrusion ; but lame
■Joe stopped for the good-nigbt kiss
which the child was accustomed to be
stow upon him.
Poor old .Toe ! he was very lame. One
leg had been left upon the battlefield of
Fredericksburg, and its substitute was a
rude wooilen stump ; bnt such as it was,
he would gladly have worn it to splinters
it Lita Cohen's service, had the child
permitted it.
In spite of his affliction Joe Minion
was a genial old man, with a kind word
and helping hand for everybody ; yet
naif the miners in that little camp could
have told of a time when there was not
a more intemperate man or harder char
acter among them ail than he. That was
before the death of his wife, tidings of
w hich had been a terrible blow. Like a
SUMMEIIVILLK, GEORGIA, W LON KS'DA Y EVENING, MAY 7. 1881.
thunderbolt, it had sundered tholmrriers
of pride and selfishness and penetrated
his iron heart.
Lita was comforter then. It was she
who took him iu hand, and petted and
talked with him until his companions
began to notice with wonder that ho was
growing iuto a very different mini ; for
sorrow had made the child sympathetic,
and her strong influence over .Too was iu
a groat measure due to this fact.
When John Cohen was killed by the
falling of a bowlder, Lita, little more
than a babe then, had become an adopted
child of tlic camp. Later, when an uo
cident shut out forever the light from
tier beautiful eyes, she st-emed suddenly
to have grown nearer and dearer to each
ono aud to become the object of especial
cave; yet, in spite of their kindness,
there were times when she grew sad and
lonesome. She used thou to fly for con
solation to her dear friend, the little
organ, aud draw from its bosom a melo
dious response to her mood.
11l strong contrast wifli the gray and
faded old woman who was her attendant,
| or the bronzed, weather-beaten men
about her, was this child of seven years.
Like a rare, sweet blossom she was
growing up in that wild place with a
halo of beauty and purity about her
young life that commanded almost
adoration from the few rough, yet kiud
! hearted jieople.
j Nature was kindly, too. The sun
] never kissed her soft little cheeks too
1 roughly, and its most scorching ray only
! added a brighter tint to the long, fair
hair which hung in waves below her
j waist, the pride aud admiration of her
i friends.
Yet it was bard, even for a stranger,
to look unmoved 11)1011 the great blue
eyes, so pathetic in their blindness, ami
S know that Lita Cohen could never see
i Beam.
i think Lita herself minded it most
lifter Warren, the poet of the camp. Inn!
been telling her of the rugged grandeur
of the country about them, and de
scribed the singular beauty of the flowers
which he brought her ilav after day, or
w hen one of her big, burly friends laid
in her hand the pictures of the children
—the children whom she had learned to
love as lirothers and sisters. She had
known about them all a long time, ever
since she could remember, and they
I often sent her friendly messages and
j little presents which she used to sit
I holding in her hands, a strange wistfnl-
I ness iu the big blue eyes, a groat ache
' in Hie little tender heart, at thought that
she must always loci but could never
1 see.
The little girl cared a great deal about
1 all her friends; but lame Joe was her
j prime favorite, perhaps because be waß
I lame. He had grown lamer than ever
: of late, and was failing very fast; yet
j nobody had told Lita of it; nobody
could bear to break the news to her.
i She used to sit at his side by the hour,
j listening to him or repeating the childish
j stories which Warren had read to her.
j One day while she was sitting thus, pat
! ting his wrinkled cheeks with her soft
i bands, she stopped suddenly, with a puz
zled look in her face, ns though anew
i thought hn<l struck her.
“The men say that the mines of Ibis
district don’t- pay well enough, and they
will shortly break up ami go into an
other country. What will you and I tie
then, Uncle Joe?”
A tear trickled down the old man’s
wan cheek, lie, too, was thinking of a
journey into another country, and it
wrenched his heart-strings to think of
leaving Lita behind, but he wiped away
the bright drops with the ragged sleeve,
of his coat, and choking down the sob
in his throat made answer :
“You will go with them, Lita, my
child.”
“And you, too, Uncle Joe, What
would you do here without me ?” she
_ asked, laughingly, as slio clung tighter
to his band.
“Not much, to be sure, little one—
not much.” He stroked her long, silken
hair tenderly, wishing that 110 might be
able to tell her what no one else wanted
to; lint he had not the courage, and
presently the little girl said :
“It is getting chilly, Uncle Joe; let’s
go in.”
But the old man went away and did
not see her again until evening. Ho
bade her “good night," and slowly fol
lowed the retreating forms of the two
gentlemen, Leyton and Spencer, won
dering why she looked so pale to-night
and clung so tightly around his neck at
parting.
He felt a strange chill pass over him
whenever he thought of the music, but,
by-aud-by, he fell asleep and forgot it
all.
The threatened storm camo; such a
tempest as hail not swept the valley
since ils settlement, five years before.
But the sun shone out brightly the next
morning, and there was one, at least,
who hailed its advent with a sigh of re
lief; that one was Joe Minion. Crushed,
bruised and sorely wounded, he dragged
himself from a heap of debris and looked
about him. No one was stirring. Near
ly all the others hail chosen safer places
than he and were sleeping soundly, now
that the wild strife which had taken
place so lately between the elements had
ceased.
How was it with little Lita? With an
effbrt ppor Joe sat up and looked.
W'nern had stood a dwelling-place
In st night v,s only a heap ot ruins
now,
“Lita I Lita 1” called the old man pit
eously, but there came no answer.
011 his hands, with all his remaining
strength mustered into the effort, he
crept to the spot. No child was there.
Slowly, every hrenth n pain almost un
endurable, ho drew himself to the top of
a log to look. He saw her, and was not
long in gaining the spot.
Taking one limphntid in liisnnd clasp
ing it tightly, lie sank down at her side,
though there was a smile upon his face;
the pain was all over. He had followed
his little „friend in her long, long
journey, had gone into that other coun
try.
A little later the miners, awakened
oy the faithful Nauuon, who had just
recovered sufficiently to crawl from the
ruins, began a search for Hie missing.
Away beyond the scattered remains of
the cabin they found them—the two so
strangely contrasting; ono so old and
gray, the otic r like a gleam of light as
she lay upon a Vied of tangled grass aud
shining sand, tho pallor of death upon
tier fair, young face, and the glory 0/
Iho sunshine in her golden hair.
The bate Madame Anna Bishop.
Madame Anna Bishop, the singer, died
at her home in Now York on Tuesday
night. She lmd been sick only three
days. On Sunday she accompanied
her husband, Martin Schultz, to
church and upon returning home she
found awaiting her in her parlor an old
friend, Mrs. Laird, mother of Colonel
George Laird, whom she had not seen
fur many years. She was overjoyed at
the meeting,-and the two, seating them
selves upon a sofa, talked over their
friendship of past years. Madamo
Bishop suddenly complained of a severe
pain in her head, and in another mo
ment, lifting her hands, fell back uncon
scious. She remained in Ibis state (ill
her death, which her physician said was
produced by apoplexy. She leaves 110
children. Tho body will be buried in
HlO village cemetery at lied Hook,
Dutchess County, N. Y., where Mr,
Schultz has a summer home. She will
he laid beside her son, who was buried
there some years ago. Madame Bishop’s
maiden name was Anna Rivero. She
was born in London in 1814, and at nil
early age married Sir Henry Bishop,
well known as a composer, conductor
and ns the amingpr of the Sicilian air to
which Payne wrote the words of “Home,
Snoot Home.” Madame Bishop first
appeared on the concert platform in 18.17
and some years later made an extended
lour in the course of which she visited
this country in company with the cele
brated harpist Bose.ha. In 1850 she gave
a series of concerts in New Ymk, which
were exceedingly popular, Since that
time she has appeared in nearly every
country in the world, and lias snug iu
nearly every civilized language. The
incidents of her life anil travels were in
loresling in the extreme and few women
were moro'entertaiiiing than she as con
versationalists. Her last lour around
tho world was begun in 1875, ami siuco
its completion she has lived in New
York with her second husband, Mr.
Kelmllz, whom she married in 1858. Her
last appearance in public was at Stein
way Hall in 1883. - Tribune.
bxelnsimi of American Products.
The bill reported to the United States
Senate from the Committee on Foreign
UelutionH, by Senator Miller, of Cali
fornia, in response to a resolution of the
Senate of January 22 last, directing
that committee to report such legislation
as shall protect the United States against
thosv governments which have prohibited
or restrained the importation of meats
from tho United States, provides that
there shall be instituted, under the di
rection of the Secretary of the Treas
ury, a system of inspection of salted
pork and bacon intoded for exportation,
ami to bo exported within sixty days
after the date upon which the same may
have been salted and packed, so that the
fact of the innoxious and wholesome
character of the article shall be. estab
lished by the best, highest and most re
liable proof, this inspection to lie made
at the principal ports of the United
States by the customs officers; also that
Hie President of the United States lie
authorized at his discretion to exclude
from the United States by -proclamation
any product of any foreign State which
by unjust discrimination prohibits tho
importation of any product of the
United States. It, provides further that
tlie importation iuto the United States
of anv adulterated or unwholesome food
or vinous, spirituous or malt liquors,
adulterated or mixed with any poisonous
or noxious chemical, drug or other in
gredient injurious to the health, shall
hereafter be prohibited under penalty of
fine or imprisonment, or both; the Presi
dent to be authorized in his discretion
to suspend the importation of articles of
this character by proclamation when he
becomes satisfied that they are adulter
ated to an extent injurious to tho health
of the public.
l’nu Veil. —Two young ladies, well
known in South Boston circles, will
shortly assume the white veil and enter
the novitiate of the Order of Notre
Dame. Both were in love with an
aet( r, and both received bis attentions.
When they discovered that he was a
married mutt they decided to renounce
the world,
GOING ALI. TO PIECES.
Oncol IlieNofrri Ador I'oolc’n I'ntrllrnl
I Jolt CM.
j Foote, tho English comic actor, made
n wager that he would upset the dignity
of a certain head waiter at the principal
hotel in Bath, who had the name of lio
ing the most dignified man iu Britain.
Foote went to the hotel with three
friends—au engineer who had lost an
1 eye, a cavalry officer who had lost an
arm, and an old sea Captain who had
lost a leg. Tho precious quartet en
sconced themselves in the four coru
j ers of the room and bawled for tlio
; waiter who came in with a more than
' ordinary assumption of dignity, as a
! tacit pretest against their unceremonious
treatment of him. “Waiter 1” cried the
one-eyed engiueer, “come and take off
my eyeglass;” adding, as the waiter
swelled with indignation, “and while
you're about it, just take out my eye.”
“Your eye, Sir?” echoed the startled
dignitary. “TVs, my eye; don’t you
understand English ? Look sharp.” Eyo
glass and glass eye came away together,
and the waiter reconnoitred them doubt
fully as they lay in the palm of his
hand, like a man eyeing a watch that
has suddenly stopped. Just then the
one-armed dragoon shouted in his turn;
“Waiter, take off my glove; and now,
that I think of it, take off my arm.”
Glove aud hand gave way at the first
touch, aud the waiter, appalled to see
his customers all tumbling to pieces like
a mosaic puzzle, was turning hastily
away when the one-legged sailor roared:
“Waiter, pull off my starboard boot,aud
you may us well pull off my leg, too.”
The fioor waiter sliudderingly complied,
mentally repenting every prayer he
could think of. Instantly tiff? previously
loosened straps of the cork leg gave
way, and down went the man of dignity
on his august back with the artificial
limb quivering in Ins clutches. It was
enough. Forgetting everything in his
agonized longing to escape from tho
chamber of horrors, theill-slarred waiter,
casting a terrified glance at the frag
ments which strewed the carpet, sprang
toward the door. But before he could
reach it Foote himself—tlio length and
flexibility of whose neck might have
aroused the envy of an ostrich —twisted
his head right round over his shoulder,
and called out in a voice hollow and un
earthly enough to frighten a Bengal
tiger, “Waiter, come and take off my
hat, and while you’re at it, take off my
| head 1” Human nature could bear no
more The martyred waiter gave one
yell worthy of a Cherokee Indian and
made but a single bound from the top of
the stairs to tlio bottom, upsetting not
only his dignity, but himself so thor
oughly that to the day of his death he
was never was quite his own self again.
Reading That Ruins.
SENSATION AT. AND TRASHY LITERATURE
WHICH DEMORALIZES THE YOUNG I'EOrLE
“About half a dozen of the sensational
papers of this city,” said a New Y’ork
stationer, “have a circulation of over
| 500,000 copies weekly. Tlio circulation
; rises and falls like the mercury in a
I thermometer. When blood, murder and
j captured maidens fill every jingo the
I presses are kept hard at work, but if any
thing like sensible matter is published,
which takes place only once in the his
tory of a paper, the circulation goes
j flown. Tho most blood-curdling, im
| probable stories are the best for the pub-
I Ushers. Tho work girls are the readers
that make papers pay best.
“Millions of copies of sheets of this
description are sold weekly. The boys’
papers arc trashy arid sensational enough.
I will admit, but they are eclipsed by
tbe journals for young women. The
plots of the stories are sometimes ex
tremely offensive, the dialogue is senti
mental to ail idiotic degree and the de
scription of the personal appearance ot
the hero and heroine often occupy half
the serial. There is not a working girl
iu New York city who docs not purchase
two or three of these papers every week.
Of late years the illustrated police week
lies have begun to bo rend by boys of
a tender age. Of all evils this is the
greatest. A good many newsdealers,
however, refuse to sell a copy to miners. ”
A Dakota Blizzard.
A letter from Dakota, describing a bliz
zard, says that when one of these fierce
storms attucks a section it grows cold
very rapidly, Nothing can keep a man
from losing his way in a ldizzard, the
snow is so blinding, and no clothing
will save him from freezing liuless lie
can find shelter. The writer says: “To
live in these blizzards is almost an im
possibility. No horse can be made to
face the blast, and only men who have
long been accustomed to the rigors of
the North can breathe in them. There
is something suffocating about the wind.
The nostrils and tongue seem ready to
congeal and tho eyes ache far hack in
their sockets. Ten feet away may yawn
a chnsm, yet the driving snow will hide
it from view. There is a ringing, roar
ing noise, such as is sometimes faintly
heard under telegraph wires on a clear,
i cold night. At times the roar of the
storm will resemble nothing so much ns
1 soaping stenm, like a thousand Jneomo
| tivos blowing off at once. When this
dies out for an instant the ringing noise
j will rise aud fall, sometimes a [brick and
I sometimes a bum,”
NO. Hi.
Varieties in Fashions.
A long narrow scarf mndo of jotted
net* with or without an edging of jotted
lace, will he worn in tlio street around
tho neck instead of the Spanish lace
scarfs so long in vogue.
Jotted net plastrons iu heart shape,
pointed or square, in a soft puff, nro
made with a standing lace band or col
lar to put on over any simply trimmed
dress of blank silk, surah, or satin.
These cost from $3.50 to §7 in tho
shops.
A Moliero vest of jetted net laid over
silk anil edged with jetted lace may he
made of a fourth of a yard of jetted net,
mid is a pretty and dressy addition tc
black corsages.
An entire basque of jetted net without
lining will he used in the summer just
as Jerseys are, with skirls of black silk
or satin that may or may not have dra
pery of this net. Sometimes such a
waist is made to fasten behind. There
should be a separate lining of satin
surnli to be worn under this transparent
waist, aud this mny have the sleeves
only basted in, so that.they may be
easily removed to lenve thiu net sleeves;
there mny also be a yoke cut separate at
the top of a low lining, which can he
used or not, as the wearer wishes-n high
lining for the daytime, or only transpar
ent net over the neck iu the evening.
The neck and sleeves are trimmed with
full frills of jetted lace.
White pique collars for ladies are now
made in all the shapes that are fashion
able for linen collars, but those in the
high close gnrrot shape are prcferied;
these have square pique cuffs to match.
Collin buttons of old silver, with de
signs of antique heads, are made to
match tho coin pins and bracelets now
in use.
()ne of the novelties in millinery is a
cork foundation or frame of the bonnet
covered over with a thin veneering ot
wood. New basket straw bonnets are
bronzed or gilded, and are now made so
fine and pliable that they are bent into
small crowns and used as the smallest
capotes, with n cockade bow of ooqueli
cot velvet rildion for trimming.
Persian vests are added to new basques
of Jersey cloth, and these are some
times made of iridescent beads iu Per
sian designs and colors.— Harper'a Hu
zar.
How Belli Became n (Senator,
At a meeting of the Washington Press
Club the other night, Col. Wiutunmitb
told this story ;
“I was a candidate for Senator from
Kentucky in I87l>," he said, “when J
told one story that defeated me, hut 1
can tell it. now without any such danger.
One day I was in the gallery of the Sen
ate when McCreery, of Kentucky, rose
to make a speech. Every Senator on
the floor sought the cloak room, except
his colleague, Garrett Davis, and the
President. J could not help that, hut
when the stampede from Iho galleries
began I felt that my opportunity had
come. Jumping to my feet I shouted:
‘Senator McCreery is a Kentuckian, so
am I. The first man who moves out of
this gallery shall die.’ All took their
seats under duress, and for more tliau
five mortal horn's even we sat still, lis
tening to his address. When it was over
I lowered the pistol, which I had held
ready in my hands, and the crowd
started. With a gesture one man stopped
the rush. ‘Col. Wintcrsmith,’ lie said,
‘we have staid here under duress at your
request. Now let me ask you a favor.'
‘lt is granted before it is asked,’ I said,
not to be outdone in courtesy. He went
on : ‘Col. Wintcrsmith, we have been
here nearly six hours, because we pre
ferred to stay rather than be shot. But,
if this emergency ever happens again,
wo nsk you simply this—shoot, without
any parley.’ Some newspaper men got
hold of it. McCreery’s men were so
angry with me that rather than seo me
elected they turned in and chose Beck. '’
A Start in Life.
“Well, son, did yon get any cases to
day ?” asked a father of a son who had
been admitted to the bar about six
months ago.
“No, father; none yet. I am very
much discouraged.”
“Perhaps yon don’t use the proper
method to get eases. You should never
appear upon the streets without carrying
in your hand a sheet of cap paper
folded up so as to look like a legal docu
ment; rush about ns if you were loaded
down with business. When in your
office and anyone comes in, he busy
writing out a deed or something, and
when in court never fail to cook your
feet ii)i on the table, brush up your
hair and look wiser than tbe judge ifyon
can. That’s the way those fellows who
succeed in law so well all do.”
Bkpo tkii—“l suppose yon heard
about that kissing affair between Gov
ernor Crittenden and Patti?’’
Gender ”1 hoard that the Governor
kissed Patti before she had time to re
sist, but I don’t see anything in that to
create so much talk.”
Reporter—‘‘You don’t ?”
Gerster—"Certainly not. There is
nothing wrong in a man kissing a woman
old enough to be his mother."
Ekiohtened. —A singular accident
happened lately at a mill in Nashville,
Twin. A workman was thrown toward a
circular saw, and, thinking he would
strike it died from fright. When picked
up he was dead, but there was no sign o|
a bruise on his body.
THE HUMOROUS HAUERS.
WHAT WE FIND IN Till?.!! TO H.IIIM*
OVER Tills WISF.II.
KEEPING DUCKS.
An Irish gentleman visited the munic
ipal court, and walking up to the judge
on the bench, said : “Joodge, the
watlier pipe at tho hydrant beyant me
house has bursht, and it lias flooded mo
cellar and is drowning mo hius. Me
mime is McCarthy, joodge.” The judge
sympathized with him, aud was Horry for
the damp life his liens were lending, but
told him ho would have to go to the
board of public works and complain.
McCarthy went away, but tho next
morning he came hack to the judge and
told tho sumo story about the “wuthor”
and the “bins,” when the judge said,
‘‘l tohl you to go to the board of public
works and tell your story.” “Aud I
did,” said McCarthy. “And wliatr did
they say ?” asked the judge. McCarthy
looked indignant mid said, “The man
axed me, ‘McCarthy,’soys he,‘Why in
thunder don't you kape ducks ?’ ”
now TO lIKOIN HOUSEKEEPING.
“You say you want to marry my
daughter?”
"Yes, sir.”
“Arc yon prepared to givo her n
pleasant home and tho luxuries to which
she lias always been accustomed ?”
“I don t believe I nm, sir; I only get
seven dollars a vvceli.”
“Yes. Well, do you know that young
women nowadays expect to begin house
keeping in the same style their parents
leave off ?”
“Oh, yes; I know all about that.”
"You do. Well, how can you recon
cile seven dollars a week with my sur
roundings ?”
■‘I —I thought,” responded tho intelli
gent young man, while his face beamed
with love and hope, “that we could live
right along with you, you kuow, until
the time came for you to—to lenve off,
and then tho matter would—would sort
of regulate itself, you know.”
A 11ADGE OP MOURNING.
“Well, Brown was a good follow and
1 am sorry he is gone,” said a Western
editor to the proprietor of the paper.
"He worked hard all his life and died
poor, the way of most newspaper men.”
“Yes," responded the proprietor,
with considerable feeling, "Brown was a
good printer aud it will bo hard to fill
Iris plane.”
‘ l l suppose we ought to attach some
thing to the door in the shape of a
Imdge of mourning for n little while,”
suggested the editor.
“Jl would be a good idea, but I don’t
believe there is anything about the
place that would answer the purpose,
and in the present feeble financial condi
tion of the concern I don't feel like put
ting out any money for crape.”
“No,” mused the editor, “it would bo
better to settle up back sulnries first, but
now I think of it, I know just the
thing.’’
“What is it ?’’ asked the proprietor.
"Wo might liaug out ono of the eom
-1 posing-room towels.”— Phila. Call.
BOUND TO COLLECT SOMETHING.
A colored man entered a grocery and
asked for a cash contribution of twenty
five cents toward the erection of a now
colored people's church edifice.
"Where is it to he located?” asked
the grocer.
“Wall, that hasn’t bin dun decided
on yet.”
“Wliat is it to cost ?”
“Hain’t liggered on flat, sab.”
“Who is the pastor ?”
“Dun forgit ; but I reckon we can
find one.”
“Who is the head man of this enter
prise ?”
“De head man ! Wall, Izo bout dft
j head man, I reckon.”
“I am not satisfied with your explana
tions,” said the grocer. “How can I
j 1)0 certain that you won't appropriate
\ tho money to your own purposes?”
"Am flat what bodders you?”
“I confess it is.”
“Well, sail, wo kin git ober flat purty
easy. Instead of mailing a cash contri
bution just weigh me out two pounds
of crackers wid instrukshuns to turn
’em ober to de Buildin’ Committee. Ize
oheerman ob dat committee if T ain’t
nobody else !”- Del roil Free Press.
THE AMENDE HONORABLE.
A stranger traveling 011 horseback
through the backwoods of Arkansas was
very much impressed with Hie familiar
ity that existed between the pigs and
the natives. Tho swine a free pasH
to the privileges of the house, and
seemed to make liberal use of it. Hiding
up to a shanty, the stranger asked a tall,
unkempt specimen of humanity:
“Why don’t you keep your pigs out
of your house?”
“Look here, stranger,” responded the
the Arkansas man, putting his hands in
his pockets, “of you mean to say that
my family ain’t fitteu for hogs to asso
ciate with, just conic out like a man aud
say it.”
The stranger immediately appeased
Hie native by conceding that tho farmer
was a fit associate for a hog, and the
usual greeting of: “Light, stranger, and
have some simmons bedr, Roll a pump
kin out from under the bed, and make
yourself at Imm. AVlien you first spoke,
I thought you was getting some sarcasm
on me, aud I don’t propose to take any
of that ar.”— A ustin Siflinqs.
Mere Inventions.
Jf there Is one thing more than anoth
er of the regular dreary round of stereo
typed lmmor that 1 am rick of, says
| Luke Blimp, it is the eternal ringing of
the changes on the alleged poverty of the
country editor. The country editor gen
erally has a pretty good thing of it if
job work and advertising amount to any
thing. These storiou about a burglar
being laughed at by a country editor to,
trying to find in the editorial desk at
night cash that the editor looked in vain
for in the day time, together with all
the yarns about cord-wood on subscrip
tion, etc., are mere inventions of tho
j enemy, who desire to hide the source
from which our millionaires soring,