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WIT AND WISDOM. A BAtiROAD strike—a collision. The type lighter—the proof-reader. Neveb fret; it will .only shorten your days. Neveb stand long at a corner of a Street Neveb abuse one who was once your bosom friend. Nevbb reply to the epithet of a fool, or a low fellow. Neveb speak in a contemptuous man ner of womankind. Neveb taste an atom when you are not hungry; it is suicidal. Hailing cabs is a common thing when it is hailing pitchforks. Neveb spend many of your evenings away from your family. A chanceby court is one in which jus tice has an even chance. Neveb anticipate too much; disap pointment is not pleasant. The English policy in Egypt—False Prophets and quick returns. Neveb speak of your parents as the "old man” or “old woman.” The “one more” drink has made a hundred thousand drunkards. A girl may be a good violin player and yet not be able to draw a beau. We propose that the phrase “money no object” be amended to read “money no objection.” A poet sings: “The jocund spring io here.” Yes; we never saw a more joakin’ spring than this. Pbofessob : “Mention an oxide.” Student: “Leather.” Professor: “Oxide of what?” Student: “Oxide of Beef." Exit Professor. An old friend is not always the per son whom it is easiest to make a confi dant of ; there is the barrier of remem bered communications under other cir cumstances. He was a likable man; sweet-tempered, ready-witted, frank, without grins of suppressed bitterness or other conversa tional flavors which make half of us an affliction to our friends. Lafayette had a great mind, and he knew what he was doing when he as sisted the United States. France is now getting large supplies of canned frogs from this country. We often think we are of great im portance to other people; that they must be thinking of us and our affairs; that they watch our actions and shape their course accordingly. In general we are quite mistaken. The craze for lady barbers is dying out. After a man has his face cut bias, his throat shirred and his hair pompa doured and been talked to death, he naturally returns to the male barber and takes chloroform. “Why do bees make wax ?” asks a farm journal. We do not knew, unless it is because no one has told tflem that the honey manufacturers are willing to make it for them out of paraffine. Philadelphia Call. In a fashionable novel the author flays: “Lady Emma trembled, grew pale, and immediately fainted.” The printer, putting “p” instead of “f,” rendered it, “The lady grew pale, and immediately painted.” An agricultural journal says: “Spring is the best time in the year to move bees.” It may be; but if a bee settles on your neck, or any other portion of your anatomy, in the fall, don’t wait un til the spring to move it A dogmatical spirit inclines a man to be censorious of his neighbors. Every one of his opinions appears to him written, as it were, with sunbeams, and he grows angry that his neighbors do not see it in the same light. The small boy feels that it is tempt ing Providence for a leading grocery firm to put large and luscious looking oranges right out on the sidewalk and label them: “Do not fail to try these oranges; they are very nice.” ■ The Coming Callie Queen. Among the droves who alighted from n cattle caboose at the stock yard in Chicago was a tall, majestic-looking woman of about thirty years. Though not a beauty, she would have com mand'd attention in a metropolitan throughfare. “Men are all frauds,” she said, with a laugh. “I wouldn’t marry the best one o! them that ever lived. I prefer to lie •heir superior by remaining in such cir cumstances that I can always buy their labor and esteem.” Miss Mary Meagher was the name to which the lady an swered. In Washington Territory she is known as the coming cattle queen, the companion celebrity to Miss Biff, of Denver. In the train she had ten car loads of cattle which had endured the experiment of a 2,500-mile ride. She values the stock at 810,000, and says if the trip is financially successful she will return very soon from Walla Walla with 400 additional head. She employs a number of cowboys and is the owner of a large herd of cattle, to the raising of which she gives her per sonal attention. The Frond Poet Harry . a papa—which wonderfu 1 event does his most awful dignity tre mendously augment And he has been a papa for two entire days, which vast responsibility in grandeur he displays. An old friend asked young Harry, “How is the little kid ?” No answer. Papa’s dignity such freedom quite forbid. The question was repeated; “How is the kid to-day ?” A freezing stare from Harry and, •What, sir, did you say?” “Oh, 1 just asked ‘How is the kid?’ ” Severe was pa’s disdain; “Oh 1 Ah ! Ahem ! The kid! What kid? Beg pardon, sir? Explain!” “How is the baby, then 1” Papa’s importance big did swell. “Oh, if you mean my SON, sir, he is, thank yon, very well.”—H Q Dodge in Chicago Sun. (Dnjcttc. VOL. XII. MY WIFE AND CHILD. The tattoo beats; the lights are gone, The camp around in slumber lies; The night with solemn pace moves on; The shadows thicken o’er the skies; But sleep nr weary eves had flown, And sad, uneasy thoughts arise. I think of thee, oh, dearest one I Whose love mine early life hath blest; Os thee and him—our baby son— Who slumbers on thy gentle breast. God of the tender, frail and lone, Oh, guard that little sleeper’s rest I And hover gently, hover near To her whose watchful eye Is wet— The mother, wife—the doubly dear, In whose young heart have freshly met Two streams of love, so deep and clear, And cheer her drooping spirit yet! Now, as she kneels before Thy throne, Oh, teach her, Ruler of the skies I That while by Thy behest alone Earth’s mightiest pot ers fall or rise; No tear is wept to Thee unknown, Nor hair is lost, nor sparrow dies; That Thou canst stay the ruthless hand Os dark disease, and soothe its pain; That only by Thy stern command The battle’s lost, the soldier slain; That from the distant sea or land Thou bring’st the’wanderer home again. And when upon her pillow lone, Her tear-wet cheek is sadly pressed, May happier visions beam upon The brightening currents of her breast; Nor frowning look, nor angry tone Disturb the Sabbath of her rust 1 Whatever fate those forms may throw, Lotted with a ytssion almost wild, By day, by night—in joy or woe— By fears oppressed or hopes beguiled; From every danger, every foe, Oh, God ! protect my wife and child 1 Henry Bootes Jackson. “RAIN-IN-THE-FACE.” FBOM “BOOTS AND SADDLES,” BY MBS. CUSTER, I must preface my account of the oc currence by going back to the summer of the Yellowstone campaign. Two of the citizens attached to the expedition, one as the sutler, the other as the vet erinary surgeon, were in the habit of riding by themselves a great deal. Not being enlisted men, much more liberty than soldiers have was allowed them. Many warnings were given, however, and an instance fresh in the minds of the officers of the killing by Indians of two of their comrades the year before, was repeatedly told them. One day their hour of lingering came. While they stopped to water their horses, some Indians concealed in a gully shot them within sight of our regiment, who were then fighting on the hill, and did not find the bodies for some time after ward. Both of the murdered men were favorites; both left families, and regret and sympathy were general throughout the command. A year and a half afterward informa tion came to our post, Fort Lincoln, that an Indian was then at the agency at Standing Rock, drawing his rations, blankets and ammunition from the gov ernment and at the same time boasting of the murder of these two men. This intelligence created intense indignation in anr garrison. A detachment was quickly prepared and started out with sealed orders. No one was aware even what direction they were to take. Gen. Custer knew that it was absolutely necessary that caution and secreay should be observed. At the next post, twenty miles below, there were scouts employed. They would not fail to send out a runner and warn the Standing Rock Indians of the coming of the com mand and its objects, if they could learn what it was. When the runner carries important news he starts with an even gait in the morning and keeps it up all day, hardly stopping to dnnk at the stream he crosses. Such a courier would outstrip a command of cavalry in the ordinary time it makes on a march. Accordingly Fort Rice was left behind many miles before the orders were opened. They contained directions to capture and bring back an Uncapapa Indian, called Rain-in-the-Face, the avowed murderer of the sutler and the veterinary surgeon. The command con sisted of two officers and 100 men. The General had selectee his brother to assist in this delicate transaction, as he was wont to do ever since they began their life of adventure together during the war. They arrived on the day that the Indians were drawing their rations oi beef. There were 500 at the agency armed with the latest long-range rifles. It was more and more clear that toe much care could not be taken to prevent the object of the visit being known tc the warriors. An expedition had been sent down once before, but news of its intention had reached the agency in time for the culprit to escape. He could not refrain even after this warning from openly vaunting his crime. THE CAPTURE. • In order, then, to conceal the purport of their appearance at the agency, the captain in command resolved to a ruse. He sent fifty men to the camp, ten miles away to make inquiries for these Indians who had murdered citizenfl on the Red River the year before. Col Custer was ordered to take five picked men and go to the trader’s store, where the Indians resort constantly. This required great coolness and extreme patience, for they had to lounge about, seemingly indiffer ent, until they could be certain the right man was discovered. The cold made the toe Indians draw their blankets around ; ‘hem and over their heads. There is . never any individuality about their dresS, ! unless when arrayed for a council or SUMMERVILLE, GEORGIA. WEDNESDAY EVENING, JUNE 3,1885. dance. It was therefore almost impos sible to tell one from the other. Col. Tom had to wait for hours, only looking furtively when these wary crea tures were off guard. At last one of them loosened his blanket, and with the meager description that had been given him Col. Tom identified him as ” KAIN-IN THB-FACE. ” Coming suddenly from behind, he threw his arms about him, and seized the Winchester rifle that the savage at tempted to cock. He was taken entirely by surprise. No fear showed itself, but from the characteristically stolid face hate and revenge flashed out for an in stant. He drew himself up in an inde pendent manner to show his brother warriors that he did not dread death. Among them he had been considered brave beyond precedent, because he had dared to enter the agency store at all, and so'encounter the risk of arrest. The soldiers tied his hands and mounted guard over him. About thiry Indians surrounded them instantly, and an old orator commenced a harangue to the others, inciting them to recapture their brother. Breathless excitement pre vailed. At that moment the captain in command appeared in their midst. With the same coolness he had shown in the war and during the six years of his In dian campaign, he spoke to them through an interpreter. With prudence and tact he explained that he intended to give the prisoner exactly the treat ment a white man would receive under like circumstances; that nothing would induce them to give him up; and the better plan to save bloodshed would be for the chiefs to withdraw and lake with them their followers. Seeing that they could accomplish nothing by intimida tion, or by superior numbers, they had recourse to parley, and proposed to com promise. They offered as a sacrifice two Indians of the tribo in exchange for Rain in-the-Face. It was generosity like that of Artemus Ward, who offered his wife’s relatives on the altar of his country, for they took care not to offer for sacrifice any but In dians of low rank. Rriu-in-the-Face was a very distinguished warrior among them, and belonged to a family of six brothers, one of whom, Iron Horse, was very influential. The officers prevailed in the end, and the prisoner was taken to the cavalry camp. During the time that the Indians were opposing his re moval, the troopers had assembled around the entrance, ready for qny emergency, and prepared to escort the murderer away. The Indians instantly vanished; all went quickly and quietly Io their camp, ten miles distant. Later tn the day a party of fifteen mounted warriors dashed through the agency to the road beyond, which had to be taken by our troopers on the way home. Os course our officers expected an attack from that party when they began their homeward march; to their surprise, they were unmolested. We learned afterward that the mounted Indians went to the camp of Two Bears to urge the young braves there to combine with them in the recapture of Rain-in-the-Face. Two Bears had long been friendly to the white man; he was too old to fight, and prevented his young men from joining in the contemplated rescue. After the command had returned and the officers reported, Gen. Custer sent for Rain-in-the-Face, He was tall, alright and young. His face was quite imperturbable. In a subsequent inter view the General locked himself in his room with him. Through an inter preter and with every clever question and infinite patience he spent hours trying to induce the Indian to acknowl edge his crime. The culprit’s face finally lost its impervious look and he showed some agitation. THE MURDERS. He gave a brief account of the mur der and then made a full confession be fore all the officers. He said neither of the white men were armed when at tacked. He had shot the old man, but he did not die instantly, riding a short distance before falling from his horse. He then went to him and with his stone mallet beat out the last breath left Be fore leaving him he shot his body full of arrows. The younger man signaled to them from the bushes, and they knew that the manner in which he held up his hand was an overture of peace. When he reached him the white man gave him his hat as another and further petition for mercy. But he shot him at once, first with his gun, and then with arrows. One of the latter entering his back; the dying man struggled to pull it through. Neither man was scalped, as the elder was bald and the younger had closely cropped hair. Two Indians, one of them Iron Horse, had followed the cavalry from the agency and asked to see their comrade. The General sent for Rain-in-the-Face. He came into the room with a guard at his heels. He was dressed in mourning. His leggings were black, and his sable blanket was belted by a band of white beads. One black feather stood erect on his head. Iron Horse supposed that he was to be hung at once, and that this would be the final interview. The elder brother, believing there was no hope, was very solemn. He removed his heavily beaded and embroidered buffalo robe and replaced it with the plain one that Rain-in-the-Face wore. He ex changed pipes, also, giving him his highly ornamental one that he might afterward present it to the General. The pipes are valuable, aa the materia of which the bowls are made has to be brought from Kansas. Then, finding that there was a prospect of Rain-in-the- Face having his trial in Washington, he took off the medal that had been given to his father by a former President, whose likeness was in the medallion, and placed it over the neck of his brother, that it might be a silent argument in his favor when he confronted the “Great Father.” It was an impressive and melancholy scene. Iron Horse charged his brother not to attempt to escape, saying that if he did get back to the reservation he would surely be recaptured. He be lieved that he would be kindly treated while a captive, and perhaps the white chief would intercede for him to obtain his pardon. After asking him not to lose courage, they smoked again and silently withdrew. In about ten days Iron Horse returned, bringing a portion of his tribe with him. The Indians with Iron Horse came directly to headquarters and asked for a council. As many as could get into the General’s room entered. There was time, while they were preparing, to send for the ladies, and a few of us were tucked away on the lonngo with instruc tions not to more or whisper, for my husband treated these Indians with as much consideration as if they had been crowned heads. The Indiars turned a surprised, rather scornful glance into the “ladies’ gallery,” for their women are always kept in the background. In re turn for this we did not hesitate to criti cise their toilets. They were gorgeous in full dress. Iron Horse wore an elab orately beaded and painted buckskin shirt, with masses of solid embroidery of porcupine quills. The sleeves and shoul ders were ornamented with a fringe of scalp locks. Some of the hair we saw with a shud der was light and wavy. I could not but picture the little head “ running over with curls” from which it had been taken, for all the Indian locks I have ever seen were straight and black. The chief wore on his shoulders a sort of cape, trimmed with a fringe of snowy ermine. His leggings were a mass of bead work. Ho wore a cap of otter with out a crown, though, for it is their cus tom to leave the top of the head uncov ered. Three eagle feathers, that denote the number of warriors killed, were so f-steued in that they stood erect. There were several perforations in each oar f rom which depended bead car-rings. He had armlets of burnished brass; thrown around him was a beaded blanket. The red clay pipe had the wooden stem Inlaid with silver, and was embellished with the breast feathers of brilliantly plumaged birds. The tobacco bag, about t vo feet long, had not an inch that was not decorated. The costume was simply superb. Iron Horse began his speech in the mnal high-pitched, unchangeable key. He thanked the General for the care of his brother, and the whole tenor of the rest was repeated petitions to ask the reat father in Washington to spare his life. He then slowly took off his clabo ate buckskin shirt and presented it to ly husband. He ended by making A SINGULAR BEQUEST, which was worthy of Damon and Pythias. Two sly young bravos in the outer circle of the untitled, asked per mission through their chief to share the captivity of Rain-in-the-Face. I could not help recalling what some one had told me in the East, that women some times go to the State Prison at Sing Sing •.nd importune to be allowed to share ‘he imprisonment of their husbands or brothers; but no instance is found in the history of that great institution where a man has asked to divide with a friend or relative the sufferings ot his sentence. After his two friends had left him, Rain-in-the-Faceoccupied apart of the guard house with a citizen who had been caught stealing grain from the storehouse. For several months they had been chained together and used to walk in front of the little prison for ex ercise and air. The guard-house was a poorly-built, insecure wooden building. After a time the sentinels became less vigilant, and the citizen, with help from his friends outside, who were working in the same way, cut a hole in the wall at night and escaped. He broke the chain attaching him t the Indian, who was left free to follow We found afterward that Rain-in-the- Face did not dare to return to the reser vation, but made bis way to the hostile camp. In the spring of 1874 he sent word from there by an agency Indian that he had joined Sitting Bull, and was awaiting his revenge for his imprison ment The stained waters of the Little Big Horn, on June 25,1876, told how deadly and fatal that was. The vengeance of that incarnate fiend was concentrated on the man who had effected his cap ture. It was found on the battlefield that he had cut out the brave heart of that gallant, loyal, and lovable man, our brother Tom. Healing.—The healing power of earthquakes is a subject for discussion in the Spanish medical press. The state ment is made that in the recent shake up at Malaga most of the patients for got their diseases and took to the open air. The change agreed with them so well that a few have only returned to * the hospital. A GREAT CROW ROOST. HOW THE BIROS M AKE THINGS LIVE 1Y IN BUSHKILL, PA. A Million (’or.. Stealeru <’npf nre the Woods and Astound the Natives. A letter from Bushkill, Pa., dated April 14th, says:—As Simon Trauel, a farmer, living near High Knob, in the southwestern portion of this county, was chopping in the woods about half way up the mountain on Thursday last, he was attracted by a flock of crows which appeared suddenly from a south ern direction and alighted in a high tree a hundred yards away. After a great deal of loud cawing the flock arose and flew away in the direction they had come. Trauel then went on with his work. About the middle of the afternoon, an hour after the crows had taken their departure, he happened to look south ward, and saw that the sky was black with some approaching object. In a few minutes he discovered that it was a immense flock of crows, which soon swept into the Knob woods, and with a thunder of wings and deafening clamor of throats settled down into the trees, whose leafless branches became black ened with the birds from top to bottom. For three hours flock after flock of crows poured into the woods, until the side of the hill for a space of more than forty acres was covered so thickly with them that big branches were split from the trees beneath their weight. It was nearly dark when the last crow found a resting place in the woods, and mid night came before quiet was restored in the vast congregation. The crows remained in the woods until last Monday. Early every morn ing flocks would start out from the col ony, taking different directions, and after being absent for an hour or so would one after another return. Their arrival was greeted with the wildest commotion all through the woods, vo ciferous cawing and flapping of wings being kept up for some minutes. Then other flocks would go out, to be mot with the same hubbub on their return. The news of the great crow roost spread around the thinly-settled region, and people came from far and near to see and hear the crows. On Saturday a number of the natives agreed that it would boa good thing, now that they had apparently all the crows there were in the country within reach, to make nightly raids on them, and thus save a great deal of future loss to cornfields. Accordingly, a party of seven, armed with guns and long poles, and some of them carrying torches, be gan the work of destruction. They reached the woods where the crows were sleeping about nine o’clock. The torches were lit, and the raiders entered the woods. They had not proceeded far when they were greeted with a yell of defiance from 100,000 crows. The yell was followed by hundreds of the birds boldly attacking the invading party, using both beak and claw with such eflect that the surprised backwoodsmen were forced to flee to save themselves. They were followed to the edge of the woods by flocks of infuriated crows, and not a shot was fired nor a crow killed. On Monday morning, for the first time, not a flock left the woods, but all was bustle, commotion, and noise among the trees. Crows were darting in all directions, uttering peculiar cries, and evidently anxious to be everywhere at once. Just before noon matters became comparatively quiet, and then small flocks began to emerge from the woods, going in all directions. This exodus continued until late in the afternoon, when every crow had disappeared, and none came back. The scene in the piece of woods they had occupied is de scribed as remarkable. Every tree had one or more branches torn from it. and they lay piled about on the ground as if the trees had been swept by a whirl wind. Every foot of ground was torn up, plainly by the crows searching for insects for food. “Every spring,” says an old citizen of toe village, “the crows, like wild pigeons, gather somewhere about the country to do their courting and mate. This spring they happened to select the High Knob, because the scouts they sent out liked it, and guided the rest to the spot. As the love-making pro gresses flecks of crows go out to select good nesting and foraging places. They come back to the roost and report, and a grand discussion is bad on that. After these matters are all settled, and every crow is mated, they form into flocks of twenty or so, and, after they bid each other good-by, leave for the respective nesting places selected for them. Mon day forenoon, when there was such a commotion among the crows on the Knob, they were taking leave of one an other. There will probably never be another crow roost in this part of the country. Next year it may be in Ken tucky.” Settled It.—A negro brought suit in a Georgia Justice’s Court for possession of two shoats and a sow and pigs, and gained it His lawyer, as soon as the case was decided, settled the fees for himself, Squire A., the lawyer on the other side, and the court. “Well, Joe, Squire A. will take one of the shoats. I’ll take the other one, the Judge will take the sow and pigs, and you’ve gained the case.” NO. 20. DOMESTIC RECITES. Julln Corson Tells us How to Cook Fish. Bboiled Salt Mackebel with Butteb Sauce.—Soak a salt mackerel over night, laying it in plenty of cold water, with the skin uppermost, so that the salt may fall to the bottom of the water after it is disengaged from the fish. In the morning trim off the tail, fins and point of the head; dry the mackerel, put it between the bars of a double-wire gridiron, well buttered to prevent stick ing, and brown the fish over a hot fire; while it is being browned boil some potatoes, as directed in the following recipe, and make a butter sauce; when the potatoes' and sauce are ready, serve them separately in hot dishes, and serve the fish with some slices of lemon, or a few sprigs of parsley or watercresses, on the dish, as a garnish. Butter Sauce for Broiled Mack erel. —Put in a saucepan over the fire a table-spoonful each of butter and flour, and then stir them until they bub ble; then gradually stir in a pint of boil ing water, and when the sauce is smooth season it with a level tea-spoonful of salt, quarter of a salt-spoonful of white pepper, and a table-spoonful of chopped parsley or capers, if either is available; after the sauce has boiled for two min utes, add to it three table-spoonfuls of butter, cut iu small pieces, and stir the sauce until the butter is melted; do not allow the sauce to boil after the but ter is added; when the butter is melted put in the juice of half a lemon, and serve the sauce at once with the fish. Boiled Potatoes to Serve with Fish. —Choose small, smooth potatoes of even size, wash them and then peel them, taking care to remove only a very thin paring and to keep them smooth, and laying each one in cold water as it is peeled; when the fish is first put to cook place the potatoes over the fire in plenty of salted boiling water, and boil them for ten minutes, or until they can be easily pierced with a fork; do not al low the potatoes to boil until they begin to break, but drain them as soon as they are tender; after draining the po tatoes cover them with a clean towel, folded several times and place the saucepan containing them where they will keep hot without burning until the fish is done; the folded towel will retain the beat and at the same time permit the steam to escape, so that the potatoes will be mealy and unbroken when they are served. Potatoes may be boiled in their jackets the same way, a thin ring of paring being removed after they are washed; as is the case with the peeled potatoes, care must be taken to drain the potatoes as soon as they are tender enough to be pierced with a folk, and they must then be covered with a folded towel and allowed to steam. A Chinese Intoxicant. The spectacle of two Chinamen stag gering along Smithfield street the other night, evidently “three sheets in the wind,” was one that excited some curi osity. Whether they had been tanking up after the most approved‘American style on plain ordinary lager beer or old Monongahela rye, was the question. “They have a quiet little still of their own,” was a remark of a habitue of City Hall. “Chinaman don’t take kindly tojjeer or whisky. They go to one of their countrymen in town who deals in the article and get a bottle of liquid distilled from rice. I tell you it’s a lively drink, too. Why stone fences and Jersey lightning are like water when put on a level with incopee. That’s what the Chinamen call it. The Chinese storekeepers in San Francisco import the stuff and ship it to their agents in different parts of the country. It is put up in qneer-shaped bottles and looks some thing like gin. You can get plenty of it in town if you have a Chinese friend. Just ask John Chinaman next time he brings your washing to get you a bottle of incopee and give him sl. It’s sur prising how much these Mongols can stand. They will sip incopee all even ing and toddle home in single file with out varying a shade "from a straight line. Sometines though they get more than they can carry, just like those fellows you saw pass by. Why, if an old toper on whisky were to try incopee it would knock him out flat in three rounds. It’s a mighty queer liquor and a bad thing to fool with. If you do yon will want to whip your mother in-law and your best friend in half an hour.—Ffttshurj? Dispatch. An Extraordinary Confession. James S. Lowell, of Lewistown, Me., who in 1874 was convicted of wife murder and sentenced to death, and whose sentence was afterward commuted to imprisonment for life, made a full confession of his crime to the prison officials at Thomaston. He said he took his wife to ride, and when in a secluded spot a quarrel arose, 1 in which he inadvertently choked her to 1 death. He then cut off the head and 1 hid it under a log at a distance from the > body, to make identification difficult. '■ The body of the victim was not found ! until two years afterward, and it was i then but a skeleton, so that the identifi- • cation was not absolute. It was gen -1 erally believed that Mrs. Lowell had * run away with a circus, and many have hitherto believed Lowell innocent. THE OPPOSING FORCES. FACTS ABOUT THE ARMIES OF ENG LAND AND RUSSIA. A lliiflainn Staff Offlcer’n Estimate of the SirciiKtli of the Two Armies. A reporter of the New York Herald bad an interview in regard to the Anglo- Russiau controversy, with a Russian captain of the general staff, who is now in New York city. The captain firmly decfined to say anything concerning his mission to this country, but spoke free ly on other subjects. “Which do you believe is the better prepared for war, Russia or England ?” asked the reporter. * “Russia, certainly,” was the reply; “and you may easily see that that is so by comparing the forces of the two con tending countries. As for Russia I will give you the following particulars:—The Russian army is composed of 192 in fantry regiments of 3,500 men each, or 672,000 men all told; of the sharpshoot ers, numbering 46,000 men; of the fron tier battalions, comprising 27,000 men; of cavalry, 48,000 men, and of Cossacks, numbering 18,000 men. In the Russian artillery there are about 80,000 men, with 2,424 cannon of the foot artillery and 150 canno n of the horse artillery. Our engineer corps comprises about 27,000 men. Therefore the Russian army, ready to move, consists of 920,000 men. Besides, there are the artillery men stationed at different fortresses all over the country to the number of not less than 50,000 men. There are also many local battalions for local duty. As to the reserves, I may safely state that they will amount to a half of the active army as stated above—that is, about 450,000 men and 1,200 cannon. There are also special recruiting forces, com posed of experienced officers and men and numbering 6,000, who would be able in a short time to instruct and pre pare for service ten times as many new ■recruits. In the Afghan war the Cos sacks would be of great importance. There are the Cossacks of the Don, of the Kuban, of Orenburg, of the Trans- Baikal, of the! Terek, of the Ural, of Siberia, of Astrakhan and of the Amoor, numbering 125,000 men ready to move at short notice. The Cossacks have had experience in actual war, and particu larly in Turkestan. So you see in the Afghan war they would be particularly serviceable. You must understand that so far I have spoken of the ordinary or regular army. In case of need militia can be called hundreds of thousands strong. But I don’t believe that we will need it. “On the other side, in England,” continued the captain, “there are about 160,000 men under arms. We may ad mit that the royal militia numbers also about 160,000, and the volunteer corps about 230,000. That will make 550,000 all told, and that counting very liberally. Now you have 1,545,000 on the Russian side against 550,000 on the English side. That is a big dfference, is it not ? Well, we will not overlook the Indian army,” continued the captain, after a pause. “That army is officially stated at 188,- 000, and there are also 280,000 so-called soldiers belonging to different Indian princes who are under English rule. We should also add the Afghan army, numbering about 60,000. That will make 528,000 men, which is a good ad dition to the English forces. This ad dition, however, is far from balancing the large Russian army, to say nothing of the immense inferiority of the In dians and Afghans to the Russian sol diers. Take, for instance, the Cossack, of whom it is said, ‘he was born on horseback and loves war like his sweet heart,’ and pnt against him an Afghan or an Indian, who knows nothing about a rough, regular war, and you will have a correct idea of the respective forces.” * To Get Her Whole Salary. The Washington Republican says: It has been discovered that a young lady employed iu the Treasury Department has for nearly two years given one-half her salary, $62.50, to a lady outside of the department. She was anxious to obtain employment, and offered to give one-half of her salary to anyone who would secure her a position in the Treasury. A lady possessed of influence secured her a position. The young lady is an excellent clerk, and the authorities will see that she hereafter gets all of her pay, even if they have to issue to her another appointment in order to relieve her from the obligation under which she now is to the lady who secured her the position. ■" - A Dangerous Experiment. One day last fall a small boy of White Plains, N. Y., had his ears filled with oats by some boys with whom he was skylarking in a barn. The boy scratched and cleaned out, as he thought, all of the grain, and went about his business. About six weeks ago the boy was taken with a severe pain in his ear. His head swelled up, and he was in awful agony. All reme dies failed, and his mother took him to a physician, who removed two kernels of oats which had sprouted and taken root in the boy’s ear. He is now per fectly well. Q > The Market. The war in the Soudan has raised the price of lions, and the unpleasantness between England and Russia will put. a premium on bears. The lookout for poor people is growing blacker and blacker; but it may afford them con solation to know that a war between the European nations would not in crease the price of dogs.— Norristown Herald. 1 -■ A NEW THEORY. “I tell you all men are liars. “Oh, not so bad as that” “Yes, sir; every one of them.” “How about George Washington ? “He told the truth just once, and it was so remarkable an act that they made it a part of history.”— Chicago News.